#thank y’all for all the patience :D

[kithtaehyung]

[ 3tanbbq ] possible drop time options👁️ assuming all are possible, which do you prefer?

early night time: 7pm-9pm est

late night time: 9pm-12am est

afternoon time: 4pm-7pm est

[onlyswan]

summary: in which alcohol plus k-drama is equals to your and jungkook’s tears.

> fluff / wc: 4k

> warnings: oc’s first attempt at becoming a pro bartender lmao they both drink alcohol!!, alchemy of souls spoilers!! (they watch the ending of part 2), mention of a stab and blood, they cry over character deaths together >:( (sike?) maybeee a little surprise bc jk is so in love y’all idk what else to say </3 💍

note: welcome to the result of my jungkook + aos brainrot. you can read more of inwhich!jk in glasses in this drabble. :D thank you anonie who sent this ask! + as always i’d appreciate it a lot if you lmk if you enjoyed mwamwa <3

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“i miss my boyfriend.” you sigh dramatically as you slump over the dining table, popping a vodka-soaked cherry in your mouth.

despite being hopelessly in love, you and jungkook don’t necessarily feel obliged to spend every second of every day with each other. of course, it was different at the early stages of your relationship, when you had to cross oceans and move mountains to spend time together, even if it meant hugging for only ten minutes and parting ways again.

however, things changed when you started living under one roof. the burning passion of your love isn’t dying down, no. in fact, you would go as far as saying that it is growing more gracefully ardent. after all, there is no greater peace than knowing that at the end of the day, wherever the street signs and the unmarked paths may lead you to, you and jungkook choose to come home to each other’s arms. is this not the real honeymoon phase, as they like to call it?

he left early this sunday morning to attend a small reunion with his childhood friends in busan, while you spent the day reading a book and painting the numbers one to ten of the little paint by numbers kit you stumbled upon at the book store last week.

it’s a sunny day on an abundant island, with a lighthouse standing close to the edge. and maybe, just maybe, you regret ignoring the simple flower bouquet beside it because the details drawn on this canvas are the literal definition of tiny. you ended up feeling dizzy by afternoon because of the strain it caused to your fucked up vision.

to make matters worse, the doorbell rung at around 5pm, and a minute later you were already unboxing the basics cocktail set you ordered two days ago. it includes a 18- and 28-ounce shaker set, jigger that has a dual-side (ounce and two-ounce) pourers, strainer, muddler, and bar spoon.

to summarize what you’ve been doing with your life lately: you’re trying to explore the random things you’ve always been curious about, in hopes that they’ll help you find new hobbies and interests.

you thought about baking, but jungkook already does that, and quite frankly, you’re not at a place in your life where you have a high capacity for the patience it requires. mixing drinks, on the other hand, takes a relatively shorter time to do. and what makes it even more enticing is that you can take a shot whenever you mess up, as if you’re playing a drinking game.

there’s no better way to spend your sunday evening, right?

“baby, why the hell are all the alcohol outside of the cabinets?”

right… except you’re already intoxicated… and the world is spinning. you’re desperately yearning to hug jungkook, so he can make it stop, but you’re not even sure if he’s coming home or he’s staying over at his parent’s house for the night.

you react belatedly to the confused voice, lifting your head to squint at the man who grabbed a bottle of white wine from the cluttered countertop.

“hey, who are you? the bar is closed. put that down.”

he laughs lightheartedly when he realizes how drunk you’ve gotten. as he places it back down, the bottle clinks against the cold white stone. your heavy head collapses on top of your outstretched arm as he walks towards the opposite side of the dining table.

you open your eyes, one before the other, when you feel a presence hogging your space. a sheepish smile curves your lips as the beautiful face of your dear beloved greets you.

jungkook’s prescription glasses moves with his scrunched up nose as he grins at you playfully. “it’s the boyfriend you said you were missing.”

you reach out for him as soon as he finishes saying the sentence, silently asking to be embraced. slaves to your touch — his hands, which are resting on the sharp edge of the table and the top rail of your chair, eagerly slip down to encircle your waist.

you lazily lean your cheek on his shoulder, revelling in his welcoming body warmth. “why are you back early? aren’t you tired? you should’ve just rested at your house.”

“mhmm, i had to.” he hums, deep and raspy voice making his chest vibrate against yours. “we talked about marriage and all that jazz. i couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

with an airy huff, you pull away to glare up at him childishly. “i sure hope you’re not thinking about anybody else.”

he runs his tongue across his lips, unconsciously tugging at the silver lip ring with his teeth, but his loving smile stays. “you know that you’re the only one for me.”

“still! i like to hear it from you sometimes.” you giggle before taking a sip from a cold glass of cherry limeade, a refreshing treat you’ve been enjoying since before he arrived.

“vodka?”

“vodka.”

you swallow once more before handing him the glass, swaying your feet under the table as the delicious mixture of sweet and tart permeates your tongue.

“mhmm, wow!” he exclaims after taking a sip, tilting the glass a little bit to the side to look at the light red beverage with knitted eyebrows. “wait a minute- why is this so good?!”

you excitedly tug at the hem of his sweatshirt, begging for more pats on the head. “i had a lot of fun using the shaker.”

he lightly kicks out the chair to your right so he can take a seat, shrugging off the backpack full of clean clothes you packed for him last night incase he wanted to stay longer in busan.

“i did well with this one, right?”

he enthusiastically nods in response as he takes another gulp, chewing on the block of ice that also managed to slip inside his mouth. you melt into his affectionate touch when he cups your cheek with his delicate palm.

“maybe making drinks has been your specialty all along.”

you frown in disagreement. “i’m not sure. i made bloody mary before that one and i don’t know if i did something horribly wrong or it’s just supposed to taste that disgusting.”

amused laughter racks his body as he takes in the endearing sight of your genuinely downcast expression. you jut out your bottom lip in annoyance.

“it really tasted like poison! i got goosebumps!”

“shit, now i’m scared of you actually getting alcohol poisoning.” the back of your hand is rewarded with a sweet kiss by jungkook’s vodka-stained lips. the wide doe eyes behind his glasses meet yours curiously. “your hand smells like coffee.”

“oh- oh! the dalgona martini!” you rip your hand away from his to point at the martini glass standing at the very center of the dining table. “i just finished that. it should still be cold.”

he carefully slides the glass towards him to avoid spillage, fascinated lips forming a pout as he observes the thick portion of dalgona sitting on top of the mixed baileys and vodka. he didn’t even notice it at all because it’s almost the same color as the wood. has his vision gotten that bad?

“this looks yummy. you haven’t tried it yet?”

you shake your head, which you instantly regret because your vision blacks out momentarily. you swallow thickly as you attempt to blink away the shiny, swirly shapes dancing infront of your eyes.

“fuck, no. i already had classic martini, and mule. i’ll throw up.”

“jesus christ, baby. how many drinks did you try making?” jungkook finds himself so worried that he harshly takes off his glasses without reason, putting it aside on the table.

you giggle loudly at his reaction, using your folded arms as a pillow. “that’s all! i promise! besides, didn’t you drink with your friends, too?”

his face glows with uncontainable fondness at the mention of his friends.

“i was talking and laughing the whole time that i didn’t even finish half of my beer.”

your hazy eyes study his jovial and carefree features, and just like magic, they make your heart feel lighter inside your chest. heavens know that you wish for nothing more in the world than to see him this happy everyday.

“i’m so glad you had a great time, my love.”

“me too. i’ll tell you all about it when you’re sober and capable of memory retention.” he pokes fun at your drunken state as he picks up the glass of dalgona martini.

you roll your eyes before impatiently guiding the drink to his mouth. “just drink it already.”

“oing?” he blinks in disbelief, sipping on the glass again as if his tongue could’ve possibly fooled him the first time. ”i actually like this one more. i didn’t expect that.”

you abruptly perk up in your seat upon witnessing his candid review. “what? you’re joking!”

of course… you’re cursed. it had to be the one you hated making the most.

truth be told, you impulsively made the dalgona martini simply because it’s the only drink in the last online blog you found that you had the complete ingredients for.

you were obviously not prepared enough for this activity. but baileys, vodka, sugar, coffee, and water? yeah, any house would definitely have those.

then came your ridiculous dilemma: despite being intoxicated, you’re still terrified of using the electric whisker. and so, you had to do the whisking the hard way. to put it lightly, it was absolute hell. your arms and wrists are sore after shaking and whisking vigorously for the past three hours.

“it’s exactly what i needed after a long trip.” he moans. his shoulders spring up in delight as he licks off the foam around his lips, and you use your thumb to brush it away from the spots he missed.

jungkook grabs your hand before you could pull away, making you audibly gasp when he sucks at your thumb in his cold mouth. his insatiable tongue pokes the inside of his cheek after.

“uh- i think i tasted a hint of soap.”

“‘course you did. i just washed the dishes, you dummy.”

his pink lips part open as he processes your words, but he quickly brushes it off with a shrug. he noisily takes another sip from the glass.

“i can just clean it off my tongue with more martini.” he argues with a dimpled grin.

he grants you with a quick kiss, smudging the foam on his lips and transferring some of it to yours.

“ugh, you’re so sloppy!”

his laughter echoes in your home as he walks away. “i’m taking this with me to the bathtub!”

“don’t take an hour in there again.” you grumble out a complaint. “we need to watch alchemy of souls!”

—

“even if you decide to seal that door, i know how heartbreaking it will be for you, so it does not upset me so much.”

the flashback from four episodes ago confirms that it was foreshadowing this moment — park jin had sealed the door of jinyowon, a deep cave where relics are protected so they won’t unleash life-threatening dangers upon the world outside. lady jin and maidservant kim are stuck inside the collapsing sanctuary, holding back said relics from escaping… and the latter is none other than his wife-to-be.

jungkook anxiously bites the nails of his thumb and pinky finger, switching back and forth. the television screen reflects on the lens of his glasses as his eyes become shiny with tears.

“is this really the final episode? there’s no season three?”

“no, it ends tonight.” you reply in between embarrassing loud sobs, attention trained to the man mournfully calling out his lover’s name over and over again as he clutches her engagement ring to his chest.

the hot tears you fail to catch stream down to your temples, and then your boyfriend’s naked stomach. you’ve comfortably settled on the bed after finishing your nightly routines. your head is lying by the bottom of his ribcage, and that’s where the other edge of the cozy blanket enveloping the two of you rests. you grabbed a small portion of the cotton in a loose fist, and you’ve been keeping it close to wipe your tears with.

“oh my god, i can’t fucking do this. my head is being split open.”

you toss aside the remote control after pausing the episode, crawling to the nightstand to pop the painkiller in your mouth, which you prepared to be supposedly taken tomorrow morning. maybe you’ve sobered up a little, but the combination of the alcohol and the woeful crying have resulted to an agonizing migraine.

with his long and slender fingers, your boyfriend removes the hair that stuck to your tear-stained face before tenderly wiping your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

“making my baby fucking cry, too. i need that son of a bitch jin mu to burn in hell.” he curses to release his pent-up anger from the past 29 episodes, referring to the main antagonist of the series. the harshness of his tone contrasts the gentle kiss that lingers at the corner of your lips.

after drinking water, you wipe away jungkook’s tears with tissue paper, gingerly dabbing at the sides of his nose as well. he has a very sensitive skin, and because tears do contain salt, they can cause slight irritation and stinging when he cries. it’s something he once quietly complained about in passing, but somehow, it stuck with you throughout the years.

“does it hurt a lot?” he worriedly caresses the back of your head.

you meekly nod in response.

“should we just watch the rest of it tomorrow then?”

“noooo.” you drag out the word, shifting on the bed to return to your previous position. “my pain is nothing to compared park jin’s pain. i must persevere.”

and just like that, your tired eyes begin to water again. jungkook chuckles, affectionately holding your face in his hands. he isn’t surprised to find your skin to be warmer than normal.

“aigoo, your eyes are so red. at least put your glasses back on.”

“fine.” you mumble in defeat as you pat around the mattress, looking for the glasses you haphazardly threw aside when your intense emotions started to take control over you.

his rosy cheeks rise like buns in an oven as he smiles. “i love it when we match.”

—

park jin stands before the greedy individuals who conspired to steal the foundation of jinyowon, the fire bird, which dries up the world when it is awakened. it will be used in a rain ritual to create another ice stone, a ball of energy similar to that of the sun or a star. and to point out the obvious, having it in your possession would mean becoming the most powerful being there is.

“evil always does what it wants without ever stopping. but why is it that virtue always needs to prove itself over and over again?”

“…yes. i do wish to save her. i would do anything to save her, even if it meant i would lose my sanity. but even so, i will stop you from getting what you want. not a single one of you has the right to laugh at me… and call me… a hypocrite.”

you feel jungkook shiver below you. he is immensely engrossed with the actor’s phenomenal performance, flawlessly depicting what ‘seething’ anger means. he puts his tattooed arm underneath his head to get a closer view of the subtitles. these have to be some of the best written lines he’s heard from this show so far, and he hopes to remember them by heart.

the two of you watched with bated breath when he starts fighting against several warriors, and then it happens… jin mu removes the barrier of the fire bird as a threat.

“oh, fuck you!” you kick your feet in annoyance.

park jin is forced to focus his energy on re-sealing the fire bird, leaving him vulnerable to the attacks of his merciless opponents.

“no, no, no.” jungkook chants under his breath, heart thundering with fear. “this can’t be happening.”

you know what is bound to happen. they did show three coffins at the end of episode nine. but denial denial denial is a stage of grief after all, and so, with a broken sob, you squeeze your eyes shut.

when your eyelids flutter open, a sword has already been driven through the center of his chest, and dark red blood uncontrollably spills from his mouth. jin mu spitefully pulls it out from behind before he weakly falls on the ground. jungkook stays quiet, it happens so fast but he feels suspended in time, while your horrified crying carries on.

you unwillingly remove your head from his chest before you can cry a river over his shirtless torso, opting to sit up beside him.

“bunch of cowards.” he couldn’t resist mocking as the group scrambles to leave the place before it completely burns down, jin mu taking re-sealed fire bird along with them.

park jin jolts awakes coughing up blood. he painfully forces himself to lie on his back, and the camera reveals that he’s been holding maidservant kim’s ring all along. with trembling hands, he puts the ring on himself. you cover your own mouth as you listen to his worn out sobs.

a look of love and admiration shines on his dull eyes, and you swear that he smiles softly, before his arms fall limp on the dusty ground.

is the moon watching? and the stars? have they ever witnessed something so gutwrenchingly tragic?

“he wore the ring on his pinky! and it didn’t even fit halfway!” your glasses is left abandoned beside you again as you finally allow yourself to weep freely.

seeing that you clearly need a break after that heartbreaking scene, jungkook pauses the episode.

“that’s so cute, but-” you hiccup. “this is so unfair. they were supposed to get married and have babies!”

“oh, baby. i know.” he coos softly, hugging your side and peppering your cheek with kisses. his own tears drip from his chin and he brushes them away with the back of his hand. “their souls will be together in after life though, don’t you think?”

you gradually grow quiet and calm at the thought he proposed, but- “i don’t think they can make babies there.”

“shit.” he chuckles as his forehead lands over your shoulder, glasses slightly sliding down his nosebridge. “you’re right.”

“this is too much. i can’t-” you blow your nose in sheets of tissue paper before throwing them in the bin you dragged next to the bed earlier. “it hurts so much. they just wanted a peaceful life together.”

the two of you grieve for the what if’s and what could’ve been’s. he can’t possibly think of anything more tragic than being forced in a position to choose between the love of your life and the humanity; only to end up perishing at the hands of the evil who made you do it.

and what did he have left? a lifetime’s worth of love to take with him to the grave, and whatever’s left of his pride and dignity? jungkook wouldn’t want any of those. he only wants you.

he lifts up his head, a small smile playing on his lips, swollen and cherry-colored from the nervous nibbles of his bunny teeth. “we’re crying like this and they’re not even the main characters.”

“need to sue the writers for emotional damages.” you groan, tense muscles slowly relaxing in your boyfriend’s embrace. “how many minutes left?”

“40 minutes.”

“i can’t even open my eyes anymore. sorry, babe. my head-”

it’s almost as if it’s been dunked underwater. the throbbing pain spreads numbing pressure from your temples to the back of your head.

“i told you we can finish it tomorrow. it’s fine.”

jungkook briefly leaves your side. the television screen turns black after he pulls out the plug. he throws away the crumpled tissue papers, and then he places your glasses on the safety of the nightstand.

“how cute… don’t fall asleep on me yet.” he fondly coos at your half-asleep figure. “you’re dehydrated. drink some water first.”

a straw pokes your lips. with your eyes shut closed, you hold onto his wrist to steady the tumbler as you take a long sip. by the time you let go, the water has reached the line indicating that there’s only three quarters of it left.

you softly fall back on your pillow with a ‘thump’, turning your back on him to face his empty side of the bed. he also drinks his share of the water before filling in the blank beside you.

he hums in acknowledgement when you pull at his arm to make it your personal pillow, leaving his own glasses on the nightstand as well before facing you.

you give him a small hazy smile, threading your fingers through his soft and luscious hair. “love your pretty and healthy hair.”

“i love you.” he whispers like a confession as he strokes the back of your head. “close your eyes now.”

“i love you, too.” with a peaceful sigh, you nuzzle your face against his chest. “jungkook?”

“hmmm?”

“were you happy today?”

a lump grows in his throat, bigger than the one he felt when he was browsing through engagement rings online. emerald cut, cushion cut, round cut. sapphire, ruby, diamond. size 4, 4.5, 5, 5.5, 6, 6.5… he was hanging on the thin line that separated excitement and anxiety. the two-hour train ride passed by like a radio song he didn’t pay attention to. but you don’t need to know about that. not right now.

he swallows it down, embracing you tighter. “i still am… happy. if i delete those scenes from my memory.”

“me too.” you mumble before succumbing to the void of darkness beneath your heavy eyelids.

—

between the alcohol and the coffee that he simultaneously drank, it looks like the latter won the upper hand. more than twenty minutes later, jungkook is still wide awake, overcome by his clamorous thoughts. the conversations he had with his friends echo in his mind, and he paces back and forth between your shared past and future. the future… there is no future if there is no you.

he closes his eyes, instructing himself to focus on the steady rise and fall of your chest instead of the things he cannot control.

he kisses the top of your head. “i love you so much.”

however, he won’t be able to sleep peacefully until he learns what happens next. he needs the closure because he would truly despise having a bad dream about them. after all, they didn’t show maidservant kim dying. there is a glowing firefly of hope he’s been enchanted to follow into the abyss of the night.

with careful movements, he wears his glasses and his wireless earbuds. he holds his phone using the arm you’re lying on, while his hand under the blanket absentmindedly rubs your back, palm smoothly running up and down the expanse of your skin.

his jaw slacks open only three minutes after he picked up where you left off. jang uk, the male lead of the show, reveals to those grieving infront of the three empty coffins that their loved ones did not pass away.

the following scene unveils park jin, alive yet unconscious on a bed, and maidservant kim who is holding his ring-clad hand, weeping for the traumatic night the two of them suffered.

jungkook chuckles in great relief, blinking away the tears from his glassy eyes.

“fuck, they’re alive.”

—

“fuck, they’re alive!” you almost choke on the haejangguk, a hangover soup, that you started to heartily eat not even two minutes ago. “i almost died crying last night and it turns out that they lied to me?!”

jungkook chooses to feign ignorance. he innocently watches the screen with his wide doe eyes, bunny teeth biting at the rim of his glass of white milk.

“wow, i’m speechless.“ he squeaks out. “how did they even get rescued?”

—

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[1waveshortofashipwreck]

Hello could I get a ship pls. Names Crystal, She/Her, INFP-T, love languages are receiving gifts and acts of service, my hobbies include: crocheting (most of the time I hardly finish a project 💀), baking, and roller derby, some of my goals are to get into college to study environmental science, some of my interests are the paranormal, cryptids and Botany, what i look for in a partner is someone who is loyal, can help me out of my shell occasionally but also understands if the situation becomes to wild overwhelming they can pull back and protective, but also knows how to relax and have fun from time to time, i'm 5'1, and you can use any of the guys! I like the surprise. Thank you!

Hi friend!! Thank you so much for sending in a request!! Also thank you so much for your patience lmao 😅🩷 Also I saw that you like cryptids in your ask and got really excited🤣🤣 Anywho thank you again and hope you enjoy!!

I ship you with...

Babe Heffron!

A song from my playlist that reminds me of y’all’s relationship - I Was Made for Lovin’ You by KISS

How you met

You were investigating the forests of Bastogne looking for the Mahwot

You knew there was some fighting going on in the forest but you were being careful...mostly

You pull a Hinkel and drop into a Nazi foxhole

You try to pull yourself out but the soldier, not knowing you were just cryptid hunting, tries to grab you and take you back to their CP

All of a sudden you feel someone dragging you out of the foxhole and away from the German soldier

The two of you keep running for a bit before your mysterious hero stops you both

Between breaths you hear him say “Are you fucking nuts?! What’re you doing out here!?”

You look up at him with embarrassment in your eyes and

First off babe is just WOW

S T U N N E D by how gorgeous you are

“Um… I was just… looking for a creature…” you say quietly

“W-well you should’ve asked for help! You looking for the mahwot?” He puts on a charming smile but it fails to cover up the nerves he’s feeling

You’re super surprised he knows what that is but before you can say anything you hear a voice yell “Hey Heffron! Where’d you go!?”

He looks towards the voice with…disappointment? Did he want to talk to you more?

“I gotta go, but look me up when the war’s over ok? I’m Babe Heffron”

He gives you an adorable smile and wink before heading back

“And stay away from the foxholes!!”

How he knew he loves you

So it’s after the war and you got a job working for the Pennsylvania Department of Conservation and Natural Resources

Your current work assignment takes you to Philadelphia

After a hard but rewarding day you’re relaxing in a bar when you hear

“Hey! If it ain’t the mahwot hunter!”

You’d recognize that voice anywhere

You turn around and it’s none other than Babe Heffron taking the seat next to you

He buys you a drink and you banter and chat well into the night

It may have been only the second time he’s met you, but he knew then and there you were the one for him

He could tell you were rather reserved but opened up about the things you enjoy, like cryptids and nature and roller derby

You had this look on your face, it was so full of wonder and awe at the things you love and he was just SOLD

Plus you were so kind and sweet when he was sharing things about himself like he’s never felt so loved and accepted by anyone except Guarnere

Y’all were there until last call and the rest was history

A conflict that arose and how y’all solved it

So every other week you and Babe have a date night with Guarnere and Frannie

Y’all were at a nice restaurant just vibing and living your best life

The waiter was nicer than usual but it was nice, even though Babe seemed to get kinda tense whenever the waiter was around?

The tension grew all night until finally Babe just got up and left the restaurant

While you were asking Guarnere what was happening the waiter came back to your table and

“I have to ask, miss, was that man your date? Because, if not, I would be honored to take you to dinner sometime”

Suddenly everything made sense

You sprinted from the restaurant without answering the waiter or a word to Guarnere

Fortunately the restaurant was walking distance from y’all’s apartment so you briskly make your way back home and rush in through the door

Babe is pouting on the couch, arms folded

“Babe, darling, can we talk?”

“Wouldn’t you rather talk to your fucking waiter?”

That stung… Babe never got jealous, so this was new territory for both of you

You kneel beside him and place your hand gently on his knee, looking up at him with sincerity

“Babe, I had no idea he was trying to come onto me, otherwise I would’ve stopped it”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes

“Crystal, he was throwing compliment after compliment at you”

“I thought he was just being nice! He tried to ask me out after you left, that’s when it hit me…”

Babe’s eyes finally met yours, his expression softening

“So you really had no idea he was flirting?”

You shook your head no and saw Babe breathe a sigh of relief

“It felt like you were interested in him… like you wanted him over me”

The words were barely audible, Babe staring at his hands in his lap

Your heart just broke

You gently took Babe’s face in your hands and turned him to look at you

“Edward, there is NO ONE on this earth I would rather be with than you, you have brought more joy to my life than I’ve ever thought possible, I can’t imagine my life without you”

Both of you had tears welling up in your eyes before Babe closed the space between you with a gentle, loving kiss

“I love you babe” “I love you too doll”

You spend the rest of the night in comfy clothes and binging ghost-hunting shows

Guarnere showed up later angry that he got stuck with the bill but that’s another story for another day

Your happily ever after (what your relationship looks like!)

CRYPTID BUDDYYYYYY

The two of you go out all the time to look for cryptids

You also go to the Mothman festival every year

It’s honestly kind of adorable because during the day Babe is like so sweet and encouraging and gently pushing you out of your comfort zone but it always turns out okay because he’s there to help you and support and love you

But at night when you’re hunting cryptids he goes into protective mode

Like EVERY little noise causes him to pull you close and a little behind him, like he will fight Bigfoot if he has to and he’s not afraid to do it

Honestly y’all are just that couple that is so in love and has all of the inside jokes that you say together but no one but you two understand them

A silly headcannon about your relationship!

Ok so for your birthday he took y’all on a trip to Scotland to look for Nessie

Y’all were on a boat with other tourists and it was lots of fun but a little crowded

Babe being protective and adorable tried to use his body to shield you from the crowd but from all the bumping and pushing he just

He fell into the loch

The boat had to turn around to get him and it was a whole thing but also so stinking funny

He has never lived it down

Also Baby Boy SWEARS Nessie touched his foot and he will die on this hill

Thank you again for the request love!! hope you like your adventures with Babe 🥰💕

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Bright Like The Moon: Chapter 1

Chapter 1: I Know This Much Is True

Rating: M for Mature, 18+, Minors DNI

Fandom: Night Hunter

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC 

Word count: 4K+

Series Summary: Walter Marshall has urges, dominant urges to be in control of everything. Sexually and otherwise. Being a detective and father of a teen daughter doesn’t afford him those luxuries. Kamaria Mansfield left a long-term relationship where things turned toxic. She was hospitalized with extreme PTSD as a result. As a newly-hired intern with Minnesota PD, she hopes long hours will keep her mind occupied and hold pessimistic thoughts at bay. Takes place post-film.

Series warnings: past toxic D/s relationship, PTSD, therapy sessions, sassy therapist giving less than professional advice at times, unprotected p in v (wrap it up y’all), mentions of psychiatric hospitals, angst, fluff, mutual pining

Chapter Summary: The meeting of Walter and Kamaria, however brief, is enough to ignite a flame.

Chapter warnings: Therapy session, mention of past eating disorder, blink and you’ll miss it fluff, mention of fat shaming, angst, masturbation, mutual pining

A/N: Bless Grammarly for acting as my beta for this chapter. (Currently looking for a beta, if you have time and patience.) This is quite a long first chapter but I wanted to give Kamaria and Walter an even playing field to start with.

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“I think you are going to be an excellent fit here, Ms. Mansfield. How about you come in bright and early Monday morning and we get you situated with a desk and show you around?” The hiring manager stood up, fixing his blazer before putting a hand out to shake.

“That sounds perfect, Mr. Lind. I look forward to it,” Kamaria took the offered hand and flashed a grin before being shown out of the building. She nods her thanks, turning to walk down the steps of the police station, her long butterfly locks swaying over her shoulder.

‘These steps are decrepit as hell,’ No sooner did that thought occur when her toe catches on a crack and she starts to tumble forward only to be caught by two very strong arms. 

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much, I need to pay attention to where I-” She stops in her tracks, moving her locks out of her face and looking up to see who caught her in the nick of time. Concerned yet gentle cornflower blue eyes stare back at her, his mocha-colored curls dance in the wind and mesmerize her just long enough to catch her breath.

“I’ve told them these steps are a lawsuit waiting to happen. Are you alright, Miss?” That accent and the timbre of his voice set Kamaria on a journey that settles on surprise. If her espresso skin could blush visibly, it would be all over.

“I’m good now. I got the job and not even an almost sprained ankle can take me out of the clouds today,” Kamaria looks away from his face finally and looks back to the building before looking back at the man. “You work here too?”

“Yeah, you could say that. Detective Walter Marshall,” Walter switches his coffee from his right hand to his left and reaches out to shake hers. He pauses for a second too long, but she barely notices when his thumb grazes the back of her hand slowly.

“Nice to meet you, Detective. Intern, Kamaria Mansfield,” She giggles at her little joke. “Anyways, I have got to be off but it was nice meeting you, and thank you again for saving my life.” She touches his strong arm, giving it a quick squeeze, and walks around him down the last couple of steps onto the sidewalk. She doesn’t notice the way he turns around to watch her walk away to the station parking lot.

Kamaria has just enough time to return home and change clothes to make it to her therapy session on time. She sits in the waiting room fiddling with her fingers, noting that she has to get to the nail salon before work on Monday so her manicure will be flawless. Self-care is very important to her and it makes her feel a bit dainty as well.

‘Dainty is not a word I would use to describe you,’ The words of her ex burn through her mind. She closes her eyes and pictures floating through the clouds at night illuminated by the moon. She is just reaching it as the door opens to her right and her attention is being moved elsewhere.

Her therapist steps through the door and greets her with a wave. “Kamaria, right on time as usual. Come on in, honey.” 

Kamaria gets up from her chair and grabs her bag and coat then enters the office. She closes the door behind her and sits on the big fluffy purple couch opposite where her therapist sits with her trademark notebook. 

“So, don’t keep me in suspense. How did the second interview go today?” Yada can see the smile forming on Kamaria’s face as she situates herself on the couch.

“Well, I got the job!” Kamaria bounces a little in her seat, excitement about the fresh start all over her face.

“Oh, that is so wonderful. You deserve it, girl. I don’t even have to ask if you are excited, you are lighting up this entire room with that smile,” Yada makes a quick note in her notebook before turning her attention back to Kamaria.

“Now, as sensational as this news is. I do want us to get back to the grander topic at hand,” Yada clears her throat and begins to speak again, “Last week, we talked about your fresh starts. New apartment, a new car, and a new job. But there is one thing you seem to have a hard and fast answer to. No new relationships. And trust me, I understand why. You have been through so much, but you have also overcome so much. And I want you to explain to me again why you feel as though remaining at arm’s length with everyone is the best option for you.”

Kamaria was dreading this conversation at the end of her last session, but she knew that it would come up again, just not so soon.

“I will be completely honest. My trust in people has been tested to within an inch of its life. After everything that happened with Christopher and that mess with Britnee, I don’t have a lot to go on with people. I can be kind and courteous with people around me. But for them to be able to know me, they have got to assure me that my trust isn’t going to be treated like some easy thing to gain and maintain with barely anything in return. I need someone on my side who is going to want to know me for me and someone who is willing to take things at my pace.” She bites her lip, a nervous habit, trying to find the words.

“And for them to take things at your pace, you would need to allow them in to know certain things about your past relationships,” Yada says, nodding her head.

“Allowing someone in back then was easy. I was young and I was able to pick myself up after every scrape. Now, though? It seems like every little bump in the road is a hurdle that I am crawling on my hands and knees to get over,” Kamaria looks to the ceiling and the floor and everywhere but Yada.

“Do you still hear Christopher’s voice at all? I remember you saying you can still hear his snide comments when you’re anxious. Does it happen at other specific times?” Yada tries to keep the conversation going.

“A year. It’s been a year since I was in the hospital. Even longer since I’ve seen…him,” she pauses as her mind races, “I still can’t look at myself in the eyes in the mirror for more than ten seconds without hearing him call me fat or ugly or stupid. When I’m down, I feel like he’s on repeat. When I try and sleep, it’s him all over again reminding me that I can’t fit any of my old clothes. Clothes, mind you, that only fit me when I was anorexic because he forced his portion control on me,” She can feel herself getting angry and closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly. “I refused to pay attention to his voice when I heard it during my interview, which is something, I guess.”

“That is more than something, that is amazing,” Yada tilts her head and tries to get Kamaria’s attention. “So, I take it restful sleep is still evading you?”

Kamaria nods, not looking up from a spot on the carpet. It is the one spot she tends to use as a focal point when making eye contact is too difficult. She thinks it would be better to find a new spot because Yada is very used to seeing her gravitate toward that specific area where heavy foot traffic has affected the carpeting.

“Kamaria, I want you to look at me and listen well when I say this.” Yada clears her throat a little too loud.

Kamaria looks up at Yada, tears unshed in her eyes, teeth worrying her bottom lip.

“You are doing swimmingly right now, whether or not you have anyone in your life to share it with. But don’t you think confiding in another person who wasn’t getting paid to listen to you would, I don’t know, be fulfilling in its own right?” Yada asks, with a gentle smile.

Kamaria thinks about it for a second before answering. “I mean, my insurance pays so it’s not like-”

“You know exactly what I mean, so don’t even play with me.” Yada wipes the smile off her face and makes a note in her notebook again.

“Ok, ok! I know what you mean. Someone who I can talk to about the little stuff and the big stuff would be nice. A friend would be nice,” She suddenly is very interested in her hands.

“I think now would be a good time to discuss your homework for next week.” Yada gets up and sits at her desk, waking the screen on her computer, and brings up the schedule for next week.

“I figured my homework would be to have a good first week at work.” Kamaria slyly says, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, nice try,” Yada nips that one right in the bud. “Your homework next week is to make a friend. I want you to connect with someone at work. I don’t care if it’s your manager or your coworker at the next desk over. Hell, I don’t even care if it’s the mailman. I want you to let someone in. Let them know something more than your name and your position. Give them something to go on, and make them want to get to know you. You don’t need to give them your phone number or your address. But, lending someone an ear on a rough day can go a long way. And something tells me being in a police station all day is gonna have your ears ringing by the end of Monday, so keep that in mind for the others around you.” Yada adjusts herself in her chair and tilts her head to let Kamaria know she is not trying to upset her.

“So my homework is to make a friend?” Kamaria asks, thinking she couldn’t have heard that right.

“Yes, my dear. Your homework is ‘Make a Friend’. And you can do this. You are very charismatic when you wanna be. If you don’t shut people down so quickly, I’m sure you’ll find people who want to get to know you. It’s not like you need to tell the first person you see that you are in therapy for PTSD and that you have trust issues,” Yada turns her attention back to her laptop, before quipping, “You could always save that tidbit for the second person.”

“Yada, you are a mess,” Kamaria giggles despite herself. “So, if I just let someone in a little, then I complete my homework?”

“I don’t like how you said ‘a little’, knowing just how little you tend to let people in. But, yes. Just give them something. Something they wouldn’t find out from your personnel file. How’s that for specificity?” Yada winks at Kamaria over her computer screen.

Kamaria takes a deep breath and exhales dramatically. “Well, that is about as specific as I suspected you would be if I’m honest. Kinda surprised you don’t have a worksheet for this.” She smiles at the thought.

“I can make one if you just give me a second.” Yada holds up a finger at that.

“No, Yada, that was a joke. Puh-lease don’t make a worksheet on me making friends as an adult. This is already halfway to depressing.” She is already overwhelmed and she hasn’t even stepped foot in the office as an employee yet.

“Ok. I won’t make one. Yet. Don’t test me, though. You know I’m a woman on a mission with a template and a little bit of time,” Yada raises an eyebrow when Kamaria tries to roll her eyes at that. “It would be in your inbox so fast, it would make your head spin.” 

“From experience, I know that’s true.” Kamaria thinks of the worksheets currently unfinished in her email.

“So, we’ve got your homework set up. And I have your work schedule. So we will be meeting virtually during your lunch break on Friday and see how everything is going and then we will move on from there if that time continues to work for you, ok?” Yada saves the appointment time and comes around the desk to sit back down in her armchair.

“That sounds wonderful, gives me the whole week to give you the hot gossip floating around the office.” And hopefully, I will have a friend by the end of the week…

“Save the hot goss, just give me the deets on who intrigues you and feel free to keep those eyes and ears open for the singles too. No need to jump down their throats, just watch out for jealousy and pettiness.” Yada crosses her legs and turns a wide smile toward Kamaria. “Even though I wouldn’t recommend an office romance, a little office nooky wouldn’t be terrible for you, girl.”

“Wow. That is highly unprofessional but I will remember you want me to get laid.” Kamaria is once again glad she can hide her blush.

“Might be a little unprofessional, but still, you’d be surprised how good an orgasm could be to the soul when it’s someone else giving it to you. Arrangements aren’t exactly frowned upon when certain people have issues with maintaining relationships.”

“Arrangements? Are you trying to be polite about fuck buddies?”

“Call it what you want, just know you don’t have to be alone all the time. Sometimes, all you need is a soft shoulder to lean on and a strong back to realign you and yours.” Yada giggles at her own words and soon Kamaria joins in.

“I swear, this is not how I thought this therapy session would end, but I can’t hate. This is a good way to end it, I think.” Kamaria smiles genuinely.

“I agree. I will see you next week, don’t forget to pace yourself and have a lovely week.” Yada gets up to walk Kamaria to the door before shutting it behind her softly.

That woman doesn’t need to be that intense all the time, but if she wasn’t I’d be a lot quieter and she knows it, Kamaria thinks to herself as she walks down to the parking lot to get back in her car and head to her quiet apartment. She listens to the radio on the way home and thinks of the cute detective that ‘saved her life’. At least, that’s something to look forward to on Monday, seeing his smile again.

After getting some Thai takeout, she makes it home, leaving her shoes at the door. She eats while watching some old Kitchen Nightmares episode on tv. After dinner, she cleans her dishes and the kitchen and then the living room before everything is back in its place and the world seems orderly again.

She retires to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of her bed. Her eyes focus on her favorite painting on the wall, a replica of Salvador Dali’s La Persistencia de la Memoria. Memory is truly persistent. Thoughts of her time with her ex flood her senses and her mind is reeling. 

What if I have an episode while at work? What if everyone finds out I was a failed submissive and my Dom, the one that was supposed to love and protect me, hurt me worse than anyone ever has? What if…

This is the spiral she was hoping to avoid earlier in the day. It seems to have found her now, in the safety of her own home. She turns and grabs her favorite stuffed animal, Beary Allen, named after The Flash. She holds him in her hands while counting backward from 10. With each number, she lets go of a negative thought until she is back to 1.

1…her loneliness.

That loneliness drives her urge to make a friend. Yada wouldn’t like to think about what that loneliness could make her do to make a friend, possibly. But she can’t think about what more Yada might be upset about. 

She needs to do what makes her comfortable and what will keep her safe. She places Beary back on the bed and opens the drawer of her nightstand to take her melatonin. Taking off her clothes and leaving just her shirt and panties, she lays back in bed. She’s been tense on and off all day long from the interview to therapy to…Walter. 

A ruggedly handsome bear of a man. Strong arms ready to catch her like a breath she didn’t know she needed to take. She liked that feeling. That feeling of safety, however fleeting it was. That little flutter moved from the top of her head down to her toes before radiating through her most intimate of places. Usually, she would ignore this arousal until it was too much and she would abuse herself most lovingly. But at this moment, her urges demanded to be sated forthwith.

She moves her hand from the bed to her panties. Lightly rubbing her nether lips over the silken fabric, she pushes in finding her swollen button. Her light moan escaping startles her for a moment before giving in to relax again. Moving her panties to the side, she lets a finger gather her sweet nectar and circles her nub. Her thoughts move to Walter and how he would guide her through her relief. 

He might tell her to use all her force on a clitoral orgasm. Or he might even assist with his fingers and tongue, taking her care personally. She imagines his thick digits inside her heat while two of hers slide inside, the other hand focusing on her tumescent clit. She finds that bundle of nerves inside her core and massages it all but gently, her eyes screwed shut and she imagines calloused fingers and a slippery, soft tongue laving on her. 

It doesn’t take long before she feels the flames ignite within her, eyes open and aglow with surprise as Walter’s name falls from her mouth. She waits until the flutter of her inner walls ceases, then slowly removes her fingers. She moves to her bathroom to pee and wipe away the remnants of her needfulness. Washing her hands, she avoids looking in the mirror for fear of what her eyes may convey to her.

She crawls back into bed and cuddles Beary, turning off the lamp. Melatonin already working through her system, she turns to her side, smiling at how that was the first orgasm she has been able to achieve in weeks. Earlier attempts were thwarted by time, patience, or worse yet, her psyche not allowing her to feel worthy of peacefulness. 

She can’t afford to think whether she would be worthy of Walter’s touch. That would be too much. He’s probably married, just my luck.

For now, she would just bask in the chance to see him again on Monday morning. That will be enough.

Walter spends most of the day in and out of the interrogation room and his office. His latest case is a pain in his ass, but at least the day is almost over. Closer to the weekend and closer to Monday morning to see Kamaria again. 

Those few moments with her weren’t enough. He could tell her smile didn’t reach her eyes and he wanted to know why. He wanted to know more about her. Whatever she was willing to give to him, he would embrace.

He could still feel how soft her hands felt, he could still see the look in her eyes when he caught her before she fell. That tiny moment of vulnerability had his heart racing. She felt so small and so in need of his help that his protective instincts were moving him before he could even think to move.

At the end of the day, he leaves his office while grabbing his belongings. As he enters the doorway, Rachel walks up to stop him.

“Hey, I was hoping to catch you to see if you wanted to grab a drink?” A hopeful smile graces her face.

“I’m knackered. I will be lucky if I manage to shower before passing out.” He steps around her, offering a sincere smile.

She steps closer so only he can hear her. “Look, I know we didn’t exactly leave things in a positive light, but I think if we could just talk some things out, we could-”

Walter stops her dead in her tracks and puts a hand on her shoulder, leaning down to make himself appear smaller and less intimidating. “There is nothing to talk out, Rachel. I told you what I wanted. You told me you couldn’t give it to me. From this moment on, we are nothing but colleagues. Maybe one day we can be friends but not until you realize that being around you is hard for me right now. Only time will help that. I’m going to go home. You should too.”

She moves her shoulder and his hand falls. “And I told you, I do what I want when I want. You will never get to tell me what you think I should do again.” She practically snarls at him, all but running back down the hall.

It was true. Rachel was not submissive. If anything, she was just as dominant as he was. And, if he wanted that, that would be perfect. Rachel was nice, attractive, and intelligent. But, as it was, he wanted a true submissive. Someone who would look to him for guidance. Someone he could take care of and dote on.

His mind returns to Kamaria to rid his thoughts of Rachel and her sour attitude as he walks to his truck. His thoughts scream of her amber eyes looking up at him in surprise and her lovely hair cascading back over her shoulders. How he would love to sweep her hair behind her ear to make her smile at him once again. 

As he turns the key into the ignition, the radio comes on playing ‘Beggin’ by Maneskin. He tries not to let his mind wander too much on the idea of Kamaria begging on her knees in front of himself, but even a strong man knows when his mind is winning out over everything else.

He makes it back to his home, barely pausing after putting the key in the lock and unlocking the door, closing it behind himself. He kicks off his boots by the door and peels off layer after layer on the way to the en suite shower. He turns on the water, allowing it to get to the right temperature while he stretches his back and feels a few knots untangle.

He steps into the spray and lets the water cascade over his hairy chest before turning around and tipping his head back to quickly wash his hair. He grabs his body wash and starts to lather all over but makes the mistake of lingering too long over his cock. It wakes to his touch and his thoughts go back to how small Kamaria felt in his arms.

As he fists himself, he thinks of how he describes her as small. She has wide hips, a deliciously juicy ass, and a hefty bosom. He wonders if she knows the effect she has on him. If she even gave him a second thought after she left him gobsmacked on the steps. He ponders if she always smells of fresh fruit or if that was just a scent she picked out for the day. Something peachy or perhaps apricot?

He imagines her supple lips wrapped around his cock and soon he’s breathing heavily and spilling over his fist as Kamaria’s name stumbles out his mouth. The water starts to run cold as he watches the evidence of his ministrations slide down the drain. He exits the shower and towels himself off before walking back to his bedroom to what will probably be another night of fitful sleep. At least the orgasm helped him relax a bit.

He pulls the covers down after pulling on a pair of clean boxer briefs and practically falls into bed as his mind settles on that sweet smile and the way her hips swayed just for him, at least that’s what he decides to believe.

Until that nagging little voice in his head tells him that she would never be interested in him or his desires. She probably has a boyfriend anyway, he thinks to himself while tossing and turning in bed all night long.

A/N: Thank you for reading and please comment with your thoughts on this chapter, and do be kind, it is my first time writing in over two years.

Chapter 2

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I’m so very sorry for being gone for so many months on end! It’s probably been a whole year since I’ve even posted a real comic on this blog and getting all of your guys hopes up by saying “new comic out soon!” And then 2 weeks later not a single word. I’m very sorry for doing that to you guys and I’m still very very active in the Dhmis community! I guess I was just on a art Hiatus for some time without telling any of you and I’m very sorry about that! Again I’m still a student in school and I have my own personal life to deal with so I can’t be online 24/7 but I promise that now I will focus on my blog more since I have been killing it in school now! (I’m other words I’m doing absolutely amazing in school now) but I will admit that some questions for last year I deleted out of my ask box (I’m sorry y’all) but I’ll be opening up the ask box again so be free to ask some questions and I’ll do my best to answer them as quickly as possible! Thank you all so much for your patience and I hope to be answering all your questions/dare/comment soon! Bye bye :D - mod a.k.a nicole

(P.s I know Colin’s tail looks a lil fonkey but I’m seeing about putting a new tail on him or not, still unsure about that, sorry)

(Edit: ok sorry hold on- ask box is being weird and isn’t letting me open it so I dunno might have to get in contact with tumblr or something like that? If anyone can help it says “please use 26 characters or less” no idea what that means because I’m only clicking the button to turn on ask but uhhh)

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(8/18) Clone Shorts Update!:

Howdy! I know it’s been awhile since the last update and y’all are probably wondering if the shorts are even going to become a thing BUT THEY ARE! Rest assured that I’ve been working on getting everything set up these past couple of weeks and have successfully (hopefully) set up a shop! 

I kinda have no idea what I’m doing so, like,,, fingers crossed this all works out because I’ve spent too much time on this for it not to work :/.

But, I wanted to let everyone who is interested know that yes, the shorts are still very much a thing. The actual designing process of getting the shorts all together (like making sure the print on the back looks right) takes a lot longer than I’d like it to and is straight up frustrating at times. HOWEVER! I have successfully managed to make the different battalion shorts + Bad Batch ones :) Take a look!

Shoutout to everyone who filled out the survey, it helped a lot! And if you didn’t see the survey (it’s a really quick one asking for suggestions for shorts/whatnot) here’s a link to it! It’s like four questions and you can send in your requests if there’s a special clone you’d like to have on a pair of shorts.

SURVEY!!

Now to the nitty gritty - I am tempted to put the link out to the store now so that if you want any of the already made shorts, you can grab a pair, BUT I also want to order some myself to make sure everything works. Like that the order goes through and the shipping works out and so on. Since I don’t know how long that’s going to take exactly, it might be a while until I reveal the link to the store, but I know I’ve already kept ya’ll waiting long enough so I'm at an impasse. So I’ll give y’all the option of DMing me for the store link if you want your shorts now and I’ll happily send it to you! 

If you do end up getting the link and seeing the store, don’t worry if your favorite clone doesn’t have a pair of shorts yet. I’m going to be releasing collections in groups over the next couple of weeks and will make announcements/updates every time new shorts enter the shop! 

That being said, the first release is the Battalion/Legion collection which includes the 501st, 212th, Wolf Pack, Coruscant Guard, and Clone Force 99. 

The next collection will be the Commander/Captain Pack! So Fox, Wolffe, Cody, Rex, Howzer and Gregor! 

Then probably Clone Force 99 or the 501st boys, but we will see! 

Anyways, that’s all for this update! Thank you for your patience and support! This has been such a fun project to work on and I’m on my hands and knees BEGGING the online shop gods that I did everything right and all this works out because my wardrobe is lacking a pair of  “Property of Clone Force 99” shorts. 

TDLR; Clone shorts are happening, store is up with some products, will publicly give ya'll a link to the store once I get my own pair of shorts and make sure the whole process is smooth, and will be releasing different collections through the next coming weeks!! :D

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fanfic schedule update ✔️

*hello, everyone. i wanna start doing these updates just so everyone who cares can know what i’m up to :))

priority: not where the storyline ends (cont. of blushing all the way home) (clive rosfield x reader)

then: baker!reader x joshua rosfield one shot (requested)

and then: stop & smell the roses, pt. 2 (joshua rosfield x jote)

and then: joshua rosfield x reader: nightmare comfort (requested)

and then: untitled one shot (joshua rosfield x reader) (open-ended request)

*got a lot of requests for joshua content so i hope you guys look forward to it :)) thank you again for all the suggestions! you guys have such cute ideas! they’re super inspiring & i love writing for y’all ( ◠‿◠ )

*i’ve been a bit busy this past week or so, so thanks for your patience! i’ll update the schedule again once everything here is published d(￣ ￣)

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😨 Lost Horse! 🐎 PART 4. Goldenhills.

A Sabine x GN! Reader fanfic!

Hi!!! Another silly part omg!!! This is the last part without Sabine 😳 she will show up in the next part! So so sorry for making y’all wait 4 parts for her 😭💔 I promise the fluff I’m gonna write will make up for it!!! As always i wrote. A lot. I edited and added more stuff in so this part is LONG . 😭 Anyways ty guys for ur patience and enjoy! :D

Summary: The Soul Riders take you and Khaan to Goldenhills.

Warnings: foul language.

Alex frowned, and she watched you as you rode sadly behind the group with Anne next to you. “They’re very quiet” she whispered to Linda who nodded in agreement. “They must be upset” Linda frowned too “Avalon said they had Khaan for a while, so they have already built a bond with him.” Linda got even more upset at the thought of having to give up Meteor. She could not imagine how much you were hurting. “Should we talk to them?” Linda asked, and Alex answered with “I don’t think we should.”

Alex saw the look you gave Anne when she introduced herself. It was clear you did not like her or anyone in the group. “We should just give them some space I think they hate u-“ both girls snapped forward as you looked up. They both looked back at the road so quickly that Linda’s glasses almost fell off. You narrowed your eyes at them not liking being watched. Anne looked at you, and she started to try to initiate a conversation with you. “Have you been to Goldenhills before?” She was hoping you would answer, but you didn’t. She wasn’t disappointed she was honestly expecting you not to say anything. Even though you didn’t say anything Anne continued to try to be friends. She really wanted you to know that she was an ally and not an enemy.

“I’ve been here a few times for Soul Riding missions” she looked around at all the trees seeing the warm colors on the leaves. Before Anne came to get you, your dad filled you in on all the druid and Soul Rider stuff. He also told you about the Dark Riders, but you didn’t have much interest in either group. They both sounded incredibly stupid. He also told you that the plan was to get Khaan to a witch named Pi. There was a chance she could reverse the dark magic in Khaan… But the probability of it happening was extremely low. If it didn’t work, then Khaan would be given to druids that lived far in the mountains. You prayed the whole ride to Goldenhills that Khaan could be returned to normal. You really didn’t want to say goodbye, and neither did he. You let out a groan as you heard Anne continue to talk.

“It’s always closed in winter” Anne pat her horse when it neighed. “They say it’s to keep spirits in” she looked to you, and Khaan looked to her letting out an angry snort. He wanted to kick all of the Soul Riders, especially Anne, but he didn’t want to get you in more trouble. You opened your mouth, and Anne got excited at the thought of you finally responding to her. “I would like to ride quietly” your tone was bitchy “thanks.” As soon as you said that all of Anne’s hopes of being friends were crushed. She frowned giving you a nod not saying anything else. You all rode through Goldenhills forest for a few more minutes in uncomfortable silence.

When Pi’s swamp was visible in the distance Alex stopped the group, and she broke the silence. “Wait-“ she looked at Anne “are we going to Pi now or…” The girl smiled “or do you guys want to go get something to eat at the fishing village?” Linda smiled too letting out a sigh “I could definitely get something to eat, and Meteor needs water.” Meteor let out a neigh shaking his head to fix his mane. Lisa nodded “I’m hungry too and Starshine needs water as well” Starshine whinnied pawing at the ground moving fallen leaves around. “What do you say?” Lisa turned to you and Anne.

The leader smiled giving everyone a nod “let’s go to the fishing village and we can meet with Pi tomorrow.” You rode with Anne and the group to the fishing village. You said nothing as everyone talked about what food they would order. Khaan let out angry snorts and neighs every time one of the soul steeds got too close to him. You scowled when Alex turned to you asking, “what will you get?” She was trying to be friendly. You wanted to keep quiet, but you had a question. “Where is the inn?” You tensed hoping to show that all you wanted was a simple answer through your body language and nothing more.

Alex blinked a few times trying to think of where the inn was. “It’s to the le-“ you didn’t need her to finish her sentence she said enough to get you where you wanted to go. You thanked Alex, and you clicked your tongue. Khaan walked then sped up into a trot taking you to where Alex said the inn would be. All the Soul Riders watched as you rode away. Linda was unsure of letting you go alone “you don’t think they’ll run, do you?” She looked to her friends for their thoughts. Anne shook her head starting the ride to the café nearby “I don’t think they will.” She trusted you she knew you wouldn’t run, and her trust was not misplaced.

You yawned, and stretched as Khaan rode through the forest. It was early morning the sun hadn’t completely come up yet. The forest was dark and foggy, it was really hard to see. You and the Soul Riders were on your way to Pi. Anne made everyone get up early. She was like your dad. Waking you up early, and saying “the earlier we do it the sooner we’ll get it done” it made you hate her more. Khaan was still sleepy, and falling behind the group. Anne wasn’t riding next to you anymore. It was clear you didn’t want to be friends she respected that, so she left you alone.

She was riding at the very front of the group leading everyone to Pi. She held a strong flashlight in her hand using it to light the way through the foggy forest. You couldn’t see much though since Khaan was riding very far from the group. He was too far to get any light from Anne. He yawned, and you looked down at him patting his shoulder “let’s rest for a bit.” You knew he needed to wake up a bit more. Anne could wait for you both. The Friesian let out a whinny. He shook his whole body shaking you in the saddle. It made you laugh, he responded to the laugh with a neigh. Slowly he was starting to fully wake up. The journey from Valedale to Goldenhills completely tuckered him out.

You leaned down hugging his neck “poor horse” you cooed. You felt bad for him, he had to walk a lot. “It will be over soon Khaan” you brushed through his long mane carefully untangling any knots you found. “We’ll be back home soon we just have to get through this” you were being positive. You hoped your positivity would manifest a good ending for both you and Khaan. An ending where he could come home with you, and you would never have to see the Soul Riders again. Khaan closed his eyes taking a moment to relax thinking of how nice it would be to be home. He couldn’t wait to lay down in his stall, and have his mane braided.

The journey completely messed up his braid, so you had to undo it. He didn’t like his mane down, it was long, he felt like he was going to step on it. The Friesian let out a snort taking a step forward. You knew he was ready to catch up with the group. You sat up taking the reins into your hands, and you clicked your tongue. You rode straight following a trail you thought Anne had gone through. After about 5 minutes of riding you realized… You were lost. Khaan stopped walking, and he looked around. There was no sign of Anne or her friends. You couldn’t hear them or their horses. You were now starting to wish that Anne had ridden with you.

This felt like a lesson from Aideen. She was surely saying ‘this is what you get for being an asshole!’ While watching you ride through the dark foggy forest. You frowned, now what? You had your phone with you, but you didn’t have anyone’s number. “Okay…” You tried not to panic. “Let’s just continue riding through this trail” you decided to keep following the trail “it should eventually lead us out right?” Khaan neighed trying to calm you down. He could hear how fast your heartbeat had gotten. You sighed patting the side of his neck “come on Khaan let’s keep going” you clicked your tongue, and Khaan walked.

You felt like you had been on the trail for hours. It had only been about twenty minutes, but your fear made it feel like hours. Khaan was completely calm, but you were near tears. You had never been to Goldenhills, you didn’t know where you were or what to do. You tried checking the GPS on your phone, but it had no reception. While you tried not to cry Khaan trotted through the trail you found. You were still in the forest, and it was still dark. The sun was coming up, but the leaves and fog were blocking it out.

Your horse trotted carefully. He took big steps, so he could walk over any logs or roots he thought were on the ground. As he trotted, he kept his ears high trying to listen for Anne and her group. He hated them all, but right now he wished they would appear. He knew you were freaked out due to being alone in a place you didn’t know. You needed someone other than him to guide you through the forest. You huffed almost falling forwards off your saddle as Khaan came to a hard stop. “Khaan? Can you hear the-…” You trailed off as you heard the sounds of waves. They were crashing against the shore.

You must be close to the fishing village! You smiled leaning down to hug Khaan “we’re almost there Khaan!” Your horse neighed, lightly rearing in excitement. “Let’s keep going! We’ll be out of here soon!” Khaan continued trotting following the sound of the waves. The sun started to shine stronger as the trees started to spread out. You could see light at the end of an exit in the forest. “We did it!” Khaan neighed turning his trot into a gallop “we made it to- are you kidding me!?” When Khaan made it to the exit you saw that you weren’t out of the forest yet. You were still in a part of it. The part where the light ride took place every year. The fishing village was right in front of you, but you couldn’t reach it. Water separated both places it was a huge obstacle. Khaan wasn’t a big fan of water, so you definitely weren’t going to ask him to ride through it.

You reached for your phone seeing that you still had no reception. You huffed putting it back in your pocket. You looked for a different trail. Khaan looked at you letting out a neigh, and he bobbed his head. He wanted to rest he was tired, and he could tell you were too. You looked down at him knowing what he wanted “I think we can set up camp here” you got off of him. You carefully slid off your saddle not wanting to fall. Your legs felt like jelly thanks to how long you were riding. “We’ll wait till the sun is up, or till the fog clears, or until Anne finds us” whichever one came first you didn’t really care for, you just wanted out of the forest.

Maybe out of Goldenhills completely too. It was like a giant maze you hated it. You took your backpack off laying it down on the ground. Khaan watched as you opened it, and dug through it. You brought out a blanket laying it down on the ground. Once it was set, and you made sure it was safe to lay down you laid down on your stomach letting out a big sigh. Your body slowly relaxed as you tried to find a comfy spot on the blanket.

Khaan walked over to you, and he laid down too. He was careful not to damage his tack as he laid down. He let out a sigh copying you as he laid his head on your back. You reached back to give him a scratch on his cheek then you crossed your arms in front of you using them as a pillow. You closed your eyes clearing your mind completely. You fell asleep first, and when Khaan made sure you were both safe, he fell asleep too. Seconds after you both fell asleep two shadows loomed over you.

TY FOR READING! :D

[crappy-homestuck-confessions]

anti-karkalicious anon will not survive the winter. anyways here’s wonderwall

Four, three, two, fuck you Listen up y’all, this shit is ironic Strider’s beats are best suited to trolls hooked on phonics! Karkalicious: definition, makes Terezi loco She wants to know the secrets that she can’t taste in my photo Dyin’ just to know the flavor I ain’t doin’ her no favors No reasons why I tease Her flush just comes and goes like seasons (Four, three, two, Fuck you) I’m karkalicious (so delicious) No, I don’t do kismesis And if you read any fanfics All that shit is fictitious I blow kisses (mwah!) Don’t matter if we’re just moirails Trolls be lining down the veil for a chance to fill a pail So delicious (super sweet) So delicious (fuckin’ adorabloodthirsty) So delicious (even Egbert wants a piece of me) I’m karkalicious (l-l-l-l-like candy, candy) Karkalicious def- Karkalicious def- Goddammit, Doc Scratch stop fucking around with my mic- Karkalicious definition makes the shippers crazy Nepeta’s always squealin’, cutesy pet names like karkitty I’m the k to the a, r, k, the a, the t And the majority of pairings had better include me I’m karkalicious (so delicious) My body stays vicious All the highbloods feelin’ nervous ‘cuz I’m doing some fitness Zahhak’s my witness (whistle) Bet that ship curls Nepeta’s tail And he’ll be needing all the towels ‘cuz I’mma make him sweat pails So delicious (super sweet) So delicious (fuckin’ adorabloodthirsty) So delicious (even Egbert wants a piece of me) I’m karkalicious (now you nooksuckers hold the fuck up, check it out) Baby, baby, baby If you really want me Honey get some patience Maybe then you’ll get a taste I’ll be tasty, tasty I’ll be laced with lacy It’s so tasty, tasty It’ll make you crazy T to the a, to the s-t-e-y - fuckin’ tasty, t to the a to the s-t-e-y - fuckin’ tasty D to the e, to the l-i-c-i-o-u-s, to the d, to the e, to the, to the— I’ll just spell it out for you All the time I turn around trolls gather round always sniffin’ at me, wanna guess the color of my blood I just wanna say it now - I ain’t trying to round up any drama, little fucker I just don’t want you to know And I guess I’m coming off as just a little insecure although I keep on repeating how the secret’s fucking awesome But I’m tryin’ to tell, it’s a secret that I just don’t wanna tell Terezi says I smell... Delicious (so delicious) No, I don’t do kismesis And if you read any fanfics All that shit is fictitious I blow kisses (mwah!) Don’t matter if we’re just moirails Trolls be lining down the veil for a chance to fill a pail My body stays vicious Zahhak’s been feeling nervous ‘cuz I got down to business Nepeta’s my witness (meow~!) I’ll even let her first ship sail Just watch that kitten be the first in line to fill a pail So delicious (eridan, see) So delicious (you can trust me) So delicious (I’ll help you be) I’m karkalicious, l-l-like candy, candy It’s so delicious (ay, ay, ay, ay) So delicious (ay, ay, ay, ay) So delicious (ay, ay, ay, ay) I’m karkalicious, (she says my blood is like candy, candy) T to the a, to the s-t-e-y - fuckin’ tasty, t to the a to the s-t-e-y - fuckin’ tasty D to the e, to the l-i-c-i-o-u-s T to the a, to the s t e y - fuckin’ tasty. T to the a, to the, to the, to the, to the To the d to the e, to the l-i-c-i-o-u-s To the d to the e, to the l-i-c-i-o-u-s To the d to the e, to the l-i-c-i-o-u-s to the d, to the e, to the...now, wait just a motherfuckin’ second Do I seriously have to spell this shit until the end of the fucking song? I mean, whoever fucking wrote the original never had access to spellcheck I guess Because t-a-s-t-e-y does not spell tasty. Was this fergie douchemuffin illiterate or something? What do you mean human rap artists are the only ones brave enough to write their own grammatical train wrecks and call it music!? What the fuck even is Will Smith doing? He doesn’t throw down sick fires anymore!? Fuck this shit, I quit!

thanks for reading. uhhh transfem nepeta is real and she uses any pronouns

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[morvantmortuary]

I posted 2,470 times in 2022

That's 1,721 more posts than 2021!

223 posts created (9%)

2,247 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@spectrologie

@marypsue

@paranormalyyourz

@spookyloop

@somethingthatsaysbubbles

I tagged 1,655 of my posts in 2022

Only 33% of my posts had no tags

#maxi vibes - 322 posts

#nice people - 210 posts

#rora vibes - 209 posts

#hector vibes - 184 posts

#the morvants and their readers - 122 posts

#morvant mortuary - 118 posts

#and then rarae says - 101 posts

#general morvant vibes tbh - 100 posts

#greymoon vibes - 71 posts

#maxi morvant - 65 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i cannot tell you how bad i want the hearse or the mustang to pull up in my parents’ driveway rn and be like ‘get in we’re bustin’ you out’

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

and absolutely no one’s dead (pt. I)

Maxi Morvant x genderqueer/non-binary & plus-sized Reader, 18+ 

Epilogue for the October Arc

summary: after the events of Halloween, you and Maxi get used to a new normal. Hector makes an unsettling discovery and then an interesting one. Rora is plotting something.

warnings: description of a panic attack, mentions of death/funerals, some minor stalking but it’s fine. Things don’t get gory and/or sexy until pt. II.

general: *facedesk* I meant to have this up before Xmas, and now it’s nine days until Valentine’s Day. I think I’m going to just do my best not to tie chapters to holidays anymore, bc we’ve seen how that goes :’D though I’m absolutely still planning some shorter things for V Day don’t get me wrong

so this is maybe... less an epilogue, and more a setting up of Arc II, because more questions developed here than maybe got answered. But I’ve been looking forward to sharing it with y’all for a while, and can’t wait to see what y’all think!

as you can guess, it’s posted in two parts bc it’s Long :’D longer than spellbound (reprise) bc apparently I can’t shut up

okay, enough of me, here we go! thanks for your patience, as always!!

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32 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

#4

For the smut prompts: Maxi with 69 please?

“I’ll take care of you.”

Oh man, Sarah. I had entirely too much fun with this. I had no idea this little phrase would set off my brain this way.

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(18+, nsf tumblr/ios/apple below. the closest thing to dark!maxi I’ve ever gotten. established daddy kink, breeding kink if you squint. oral (afab receiving), bondage, blindfolding, knife kink, blood kink, fluids eating, remote vibrator, murder. reader definitely gets off while maxi’s torturing the latest offering to the House. dead dove do not eat, I am not even remotely fucking around with this one.)

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38 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

#3

So remember when I said I couldn’t draw? I really meant it :’D

If you’re seeing this, it means it just turned midnight my time, and we’re officially in the New Year. Thank you so, so, so much to everyone who’s been kind enough to stick around since I started writing this on a lark. I know this isn’t everybody, but I went through my followers list trying to find first names of the people I see interacting with my posts a lot. Please know I definitely try to make a point to know all of you, even if I’m not super chatty most of the time, and I have probably likely mentioned you to my mom at least once lmao.

I was just telling my friends that I write with that I really didn’t expect this to get as far as it did — when I introduced Maxi on the noctes blog, I thought he might be a weird little OC who popped up every now and again for my own amusement more than anything else. But you guys were so kind and supportive from the jump, I’ve not only finished an entire arc I didn’t know I was going to write in the first place, I’m planning on editing it and revising it to be an actual manuscript that I try to query while I work on Hector’s arc here :’D I don’t totally know how that’s going to go yet, and I’ll be sure to keep you guys posted, but I know I absolutely wouldn’t be here without all of y’all. 🖤

It’s been a real honor and a pleasure getting to know all of you this year, and I appreciate every single bit of feedback and enthusiasm you’ve all been kind enough to share with me. For real. I know how hard that is to come by, especially for fic that’s entirely comprised of OCs, so please don’t think I take any of it for granted whatsoever. We may be a fairly small blog, but this is still one of the largest projects I’ve tackled on a whim, and I’m excited to see where else it will go, so long as there’s someone still willing to come with. 🖤

I owe you guys the world, and while I don’t want to jinx anything, I hope all of us get the lucky break we need this year. I know I really did with all of you. 😘

Sending huge hugs and well-wishes all around, and I look forward to sharing this year with all of you, no matter what it brings. ✨

Cheers from me and the Morvants dead and living, we love each and all of y’all. 🥂♥️

39 notes - Posted January 1, 2022

#2

Maxi my love & 29 and/or 47 🥺🥺🥺🥺

“Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.”/“Are you holding back? Don’t.”

nonny, I am. so, so incredibly sorry it took this long. I’m sure you’ve entirely forgotten you sent this in by now, and for that, I totally understand. :’D but you will see, hopefully, why it took me a while to finish. I think this thing was 15k when I finally cut it off, and I was deeply tempted to go on.

so! when I say these two lines got in my head, I mean I took them and I ran a whole usian football field with them. I hope y’all like it, bc I certainly enjoyed myself writing it. I meant to have it up for Pride month, but alas, the best laid plans ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ here’s hoping you’ll find it just as queer now.

let me dirty up your mind (18+, mdni) --

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43 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Morvant Mortuary, Vol. I: Final Them. (The October Arc)

Maxi Morvant (male slasher/necromancer OC) x genderqueer/non-binary & plus-sized Reader, 18+ (minors dni.)

Does it look like I’m afraid of you?

chapters:

tear you apart 

hunt you down (eat you alive)

a notification on Maxi’s phone at 3 am (Enter Hector)

jane doe (Enter Rora)

spellbound

lovesong (pt. I) 

lovesong (pt. II) 

bad moon rising (Enter Pierre, Enter Vincent)

bury us alive

you play the game, you’ll never win

and the dead start to dance in their masquerade (pt. I)

and the dead start to dance in their masquerade (pt. II) (Enter the Grey Man.)

spellbound (reprise) pt. I

spellbound (reprise) pt. II

and absolutely no one’s dead (pt. I)

and absolutely no one’s dead (pt. II)

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49 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

Awww, this was fun! Thanks everyone who’s been part of our year, and @illegalcerebral for being kind enough to tag us!! 🥰

no-pressure tags: @bigtiddythanos @rosemaremembrance @maximoffwxnda @somethingthatsaysbubbles @lorna-d-m @scuttle-buttle @pondering-and-wondering (and your Clair blog!) @jmathesonandsiblings (and your personal!) @imalsonotsure @norabrice1701 @eldritchcircus @raven-blood-13 @snaxk and anyone else who wants to!! 🖤

[stingrayextraordinaire]

Hi, lovely friends! I wanted to let y’all know that I will probably have a delay in the moodboards due to an extremely hectic schedule for the next couple of weeks. I plan to make boards as I can, but please bear with me as I try to balance my actual responsibilities in life :D

I promise that I will get to requests and the normally scheduled moodboards ASAP! Thanks for your patience and all your support :)

[kithtaehyung]

[ studioagust ] hey, doll shirts & other updates !!

hey, doll shirts are back online and in super limited quantities! once these are out of stock, they will not be restocking in this design🍊

3XL and 4XL options have been added to all the pre-orders except for the light blue version of the layover shirt!! thank you all for your patience while we secured suppliers🥹

you can now add special instructions to your order (gift messages, etc.)💕

the namjoon design is finalizing and will be revealed soon :D this might be my fave one yet, y’all🤍🤍🤍

after taking everyone’s 3tan merch suggestions into consideration, tangerine and hey doll keychain designs are being worked on woohoo !! 🥳

that’s it for now?? other than your girl needs some rest lol but today was p productive👍

[sensitiveheartless]

Any howl au update? 🥺

Oh yes sorry I meant to make a post sooner—something came up unexpectedly and I’ve barely had time the last couple days (this update is cursed help) so it won’t be done today and I’m not sure it’ll be finished Sunday either—but it shouldn’t be too much longer, I hope :’D sorry about all the delays on this one, anon!

(Small writing rant ahead) There have been so many issues alsksjdjfj—even beyond the minor life incidents that have just been eating up a lot of time, I also had a huge mental block for a bit where I hated every single sentence I wrote, and I’ve finally started to work past it but I still have to go back and fix all the horrible choppy sentences I wrote during that time because those scenes are IMPORTANT dangit ;; this whole chapter is important so I’d prefer if it wasn’t terrible, but both life and the chapter itself have not been cooperating lol

But yeah, anyway! Thanks for your patience on this one y’all—we’re getting there, so it shouldn’t take me another full week to finish, but it might take a few extra days just because this week has been nutty

[fresacake]

GOING ON HIATUS!!

Yes yes a busy summer for me it isss : D I’m gonna be on hiatus from art for awhile so all art trades and requests have come to an CLOSE. The only updates I’ll probably do is the HMW comic. Thank y’all for your patience and I’ll be back with more art later!

[missingn000]

I know for sure that the Kyoto students will not appear for some time (or not appear at all), BUT I know that Nobara you will integrate Nobara into TPG (because how else is that ship Maki/Nobara tag tacked onto the fic despite Nobara not appearing/mentioned ONCE for 30+ chapters). So I am super curious if you are going to include the rest of the Tokyo students in TPG (such as Panda, Kinji Hakari, and Kirara Hoshi)?

panda won't, at least not more than just in passing, since i'm not really a fan of his. i'm still undecided on hakari and kirara but it's not impossible because i like both of them

regarding nobara, yes, she'll be in the tpg. i've made many posts and a very recent author's note about it, most specifically the one on chapter 30:

"also, for those of y’all wondering when nobara will show up: soon! i know it’s been a while, and i’m excited too, but there’s a reason she hasn’t been able to show up yet that will become clear once she arrives. it’ll be worth the wait, i promise! just a few more chapters. please stop asking, and please respect my creative decisions. if you’ve stuck with me for this long, i hope you trust that i know what i’m doing. seriously, it’s gonna be insane. i would be genuinely floored if even a single person has already predicted what’ll happen, and yes, i’m well aware this fic has over 100,000 hits. in the meantime, thanks for your patience :D "

[cryptiles]

Hello!! Can I request a matchup for Obey me?

Pronouns: she/her

Gender: Female!

You can call me Ai! I may seem really reserved at first but truth be told, I am goofy and a people's person. My Friends describe me as the 'mom' friend. I am also very lethargic and tend to  procrastinate. I am optimistic and I really like that about myself :D  I am a person of simple pleasure, so that makes me easy to please. Oh and I am a dog person!

I love spicy food and my day doesn't start without a cup of coffee. I like listening to music and do my work.

I don't like to hurry or any last-minute plans, I like to do things at my own pace. I am not very organized but I always plan beforehand. The one thing I dont want in a partner is short temper,

I am very emotional and it gets to me. My hobbies are Baking, Cooking, and singing. My favorite color is yellow!

Physical appearrance: skin tone is warm beige, i'm 5'5 with long black hair till my waist and chocolate brown eyes. I also wear glasses I lean towards chubby side!

What i look in a person: I talk a lot, and always get shut for doing so, someone who could hear me out would be great! Also i am a good listener, so its not just one way.

Ideal date : A classic cafè date, Amusement parks or just sitting at home I'm up for anything!

My MBTI is ESFJ, if that helps aswell!

Thank you! and hope you have an amazing day!

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MATCH-UP FOR AI

— details ; obey me x female! reader ; match-up based ; obey me m.list ; she/her

— requests are open as of 27/8 —> 13 match-ups left + 1 head-cannon

— a/n : you’re literally one part of me with that organisation thing and amusement parks i wanna go back to one so bad 😕 anywayss hope you enjoy 😼 sorry requests are slow as of late , i’m losing motivation.

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bibbidi-bobbidi-boo i match you with … diavolo !!

• this man needs constant watching over , he’s really just an overgrown man child.

• i feel like he has that natural aura that at first glance intimidates people because he’s the demon prince and all , but he’ll immediately switch up and into his nice outgoing personality.

• both of you will have conversations that last for hours and this man is loud asf too.

• if y’all are together to do work , he will stop everything and enjoy your company , both of you end up procrastinating and doing absolutely nothing resulting in barbatos and lucifer having to set a rule that only after you both finish your assignments then you both can meet up.

• he’s an animal person in general and i mean he’s the prince ! he’ll definitely get you a dog if you want one , all the dogs in fact.

• he’ll tend to all your needs no matter how big or small.

• i feel like he would go all out in the beginning but once you explain you’re someone who just enjoys simple things he’ll tone it down. [ unless you don’t mind the extravagant things he does ]

• due to him being the prince and all he can’t go out with you to have coffee dates without media attention , so instead he learns how to make your favourite coffee so you both can enjoy it in the comfort of the castle.

• this man has all the patience in the world.

• he’ll sit there and listen to all your ramblings and then pamper you afterwards.

• he’ll literally without any hesitation bow down for you.

• if you wear yellow clothing he’ll fit in some yellow to his usual red colour palette , and , he really likes matching stuff so expect matching clothing , accessories , keychains and more.

• his favourite activity with you is baking , although i don’t think he’s very good at it. [ this is why barbatos doesn’t allow him in the castle’s kitchen ]

• let’s say you guys went to the house of lamentation to bake.

• most of the time he’ll be staring at you and doing stupid stuff to distract you from the main task , sometimes even throwing some flour at you for fun. [ it results in a whole mess with flour and stuff everywhere , lucifer sighs and just asks you guys to please clean it up. ]

• both you and diavolo are every adventurous so really he’ll take you where ever you want to go.

• amusement parks would be so fun with him.

• he’s those cliché types that would spend money at a carnival game to win an overpriced teddy bear just to see you smile.

• when you both enter he’ll immediately hold your hand and keep a close eye on you he doesn’t want to lose you in the big crowd of demons.

• he’s definitely a thrill seeker kinda guy , so roller coasters baby.

• he’s the prince both of you get immediate front lines to every ride , it’s a breeze getting through the big park.

MINI SCENARIO !!

[ i don’t know anything about baking so this is probably inaccurate information lmaoo. ]

“ just stir the batter to a thick ish mixture. “

you instructed , holding your ddd with the demon equivalent to google , reading off the instructions on how to make a red velvet cake.

diavolo nodded.

you decided to leave him to do that while you worked on the icing. not without occasionally glancing over to see if he over mixed it or broke the spoon like last time.

both of you then started discussing about different things like “ how would our cafe look like if we opened one ? “ or “ favourite dog breed and why ? “ while some soft background music played through the vinyl.

“ is this alright ? “ he asked , tilting the bowl towards your direction.

you nodded , “ yeah looks good ! uhh you can place it in the cake pan and bake it at 325 degrees. i already pre-heated it. “

diavolo followed your instructions while humming to the lyrics of the song , it was his favourite.

a few minutes passed with diavolo just hugging you from behind as you tried to finish up the icing , both of you occasionally sharing shy giggles and soft kisses.

“ just to confirm you set the oven at 325 degrees right ? “

“ 325 .. ? i heard 825. “

“ … i beg your pardon ? “

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