#this is the coziest shit ever to me

[happyheidi]

[todayisafridaynight]

sorry if this is out of the blue guys but i think my brain just decided to convert me to being an adachi stan

[lovebugism]

Okay, for your Blurbcember what about "Don't you think gingerbread houses with gingerbread men are kinda morbid? I mean, it's a house made out of flesh?" with Steve? And reader just pauses, bag of icing in hand while the gingerbread roof slowly slips off and stares at Steve like boy, I love you but what tf is in your eggnog?

you might be genius for this one, anon. hope u like it!! — you, the grump of the group, try hopelessly to decorate a gingerbread house with your perfectly ditzy bf (grump!reader, established relationship, fluff, 0.8k)

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“We can’t decorate this if you keep eating all the candy. You know that, right?” Your voice comes in a concentrated, half-annoyed monotone. You’d be grumpier about it if you weren’t so focused. Now, you’re more worried about piping even shingles on the gingerbread roof than your boyfriend eating all of your supplies.

Steve stops chewing with a cheekful of something sugary. “Sorry,” he apologizes, mostly muffled.

You lay the piping bag on the tabletop and flash a deadpanned glance to the boy beside you. With his hair grown out and pushed over his head, chiseled jaw scruffy and unshaven, and ugly Christmas sweater pushed up to his elbows — you think he’s the coziest he’s ever looked. Far too pretty to be mad at.

“Can you hand me the gumdrops?”

He nods enthusiastically, happy to finally help in some way. He reaches to his left for the plastic bag of vividly colored candies. The bag is lighter than he expected, and much much emptier. It shouldn’t surprise him. He’s the one that ate them all.

“Sorry…” he repeats as he passes the bag to you. He gives you a crooked smile in return, an enthusiastic glimmer in the honey of his eye. “It looks really pretty so far, though!”

“Yeah, no thanks to you,” you murmur. 

Dustin told you that this was usually a team effort, a friendly competition between the whole group, but your fingers are the only ones cramping now. You delicately stick each gumdrop into place and try to ignore how tense your wrist has gotten. You figure the Henderson boy must be much of the same in the living room — he’s too much of a perfectionist for anything else.

“You’re the one that told me to stop helping!”

“‘Cause you almost broke the ceiling off, remember?”

“You underestimate my strength, sweetheart,” Steve argues, only half-joking. He leans his elbow on the table and props his scruffy chin on a balled-up fist. “My strong hands can crack that gingerbread, no problem.”

“Yeah. Okay,” you scoff.

“It doesn’t have to be perfect, okay? We just have to make it better than Dustin’s, because I do not want to spend another year with that little shit bragging about making the best house.”

Dustin Henderson is a little super genius, and Nancy, Robin, and Will are the judges this year. The odds of beating everyone’s favorite smartmouth aren’t exactly in your favor. You’re not the most creative person either, but you are pretty competitive. To a fault, some might say.

Honestly, the only reason you took this gig was because you wanted to spend more time with Steve. 

He doesn’t need to know that, though.

“Well, you didn’t have me a year ago, did you?” you quip, eyes still trained on the creation before you.

Steve grins so wide that it’s audible in his sickly sweet tone. “No. I didn’t. I got real lucky this go around, didn’t I?”

His smile grows when your face screws up in annoyance. “You’re disgusting…”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Hand me the candy canes,” you tell them. And then, because you’re trying to be nicer — “Please.”

With his lips quirked in a lopsided smile, he hands you the plastic bag. You stick a couple of the mini sticks into the makeshift yard, then break the ends off to use as windowsills. You put two of them together in a heart shape and stick them to the front of your house, just below the roof.

Steve’s chest swells with warmth. “Aw, that’s cute. You big softie.”

“Shut up…” you grumble.

“It’s a compliment,” the boy laughs, a sunshine sound that turns the kitchen golden. He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest. The bottom of his sweater lifts slightly, flashing a sliver of his stomach. “It’s real nice, you know, for a gingerbread house and everything.”

You squint at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, I mean— don’t you think gingerbread houses are kinda morbid? Like… It’s a house. Made out of their flesh.” He explains it all like it’s obvious, like it’s a thought he’s had a million times before. He scoffs out a laugh, amused by your visible confusion. “It’s kinda weird when you think about it.”

At a loss for words, you blink at the boy beside you. You don’t think you’ve ever been more dumbfounded — more in love with anybody else in the whole entire world.

Steve is so much different than you are. You’re sometimes too serious, easily annoyed, and a little bit gauche. And Steve is… like walking into the sun. He’s like walking into the sun for the very first time after a terribly long winter.

“What?” he says, chuckling at the silence. The plastic on the table crinkles audibly when he reaches for another gumdrop. He chucks three into his mouth at once, then remembers he isn’t supposed to be eating them at all. “Oh, shit— sorry, babe.”

“Did you spike the eggnog?” you blurt.

“No,” he scoffs, trying to get the candy out of the back of his teeth with his tongue.

You shake your head with a distant smile and try hopelessly to hide it from him. “You’re crazy,” you murmur under your breath.

Steve grins, lopsided and rosy, and with grains of sugar stuck to the corners of his mouth. “Yeah. For you.”

[turtletaubwrites]

One Shots & Requests Masterlist

18+ ONLY. MDNI. SOME FICS CONTAIN DARK CONTENT. Currently writing for One Piece. All of these fics are NSFW and Fem!Reader unless marked otherwise. Content warnings and Ao3 links can be found on each post. This post updates frequently! Check out the main masterlist for completed and ongoing series, as well as WIP updates and announcements! One shots related to the poly fic We've All Got Needs can be read on their own, and are marked with a 💜

Ace 

The Only One I Want ~ (1657) ~ You have a delicious dream about a certain swordsman. Your boyfriend, Ace, is not pleased when you wake up. (Brief Zoro x Fem!Reader in a dream.)

My Pretty Little Thief ~ (2004) ~ Ace knows where he left his hat. But when it's not there, he hunts it down, only to discover the culprit. How can he convince the thief to return his precious hat?

Buggy 

You’d Do Anything For Me, Wouldn’t Ya, Doll? ~ (2104) ~ You are Captain Buggy’s Vicious Dagger, his blade tossing beauty that recently became his lover. You’d do anything for him, and tonight you prove it.

Crocodile

Wrong Side of the Bars ~ (3990) ~ Your promotion landed you in hell, otherwise known as Level 6 of Impel Down. All you wanted to do was work this shit job so you could move on up, but there's one prisoner that won't leave you alone. It turns out those long nights go by faster with a bit of company.

Cross Guild 

Numbers Game ~ Masterlist ~ (Oops. Turned into a series.) ~ You left your stable/boring life as an investment banker to have some adventure. Unfortunately, that sweet Warlord of the Sea didn't follow your financial advice, and now you and your clown are at the mercy of his biggest lender and his new business partner.

Katakuri

Sweet Abduction ~ (4084) ~ Part 2 ~ (2175) ~ Part 3 (End) ~ (3781) ~ Times are tough, and you're afraid you'll have to give up the family business, until you find people who cherish your work. Who knew making doughnuts would gain you the attention of an Emperor of the Sea, and her second son? Will your new life be as sweet as it seemed?

More fics below the cut 🖤

Law 

See How You Like It ~ (1927) ~ Law is back from another fiasco with the Straw Hats. You think he's cute when he's grumpy. He thinks you should have some more respect for your captain.

Bend Until You Break ~ Masterlist ~ (Oops. Turned into a series. Completed) ~ !! YANDERE!Law x Fem!Reader !! DARK CONTENT !! ~ You have struggled with mystery pains and injuries for most of your life, and had resigned yourself to suffer after every doctor told you there was nothing wrong. But when a world renowned doctor/pirate comes to town to offer aid in exchange for supplies, you decide to give hope one more chance. Maybe you'll finally find a doctor you can trust.

Misty Eyes ~ Masterlist ~ (Oops. Turned into a series. Ongoing) ~ (Includes Doflamingo x Fem!Reader in the past & flashbacks) !! DARK CONTENT !! ~ You were the weakest member of the Donquixote Family, so Doflamingo found another way you could serve him. Until your childhood crush found you, freeing you from those chains. What will Law expect in return?

Such a Softie ~ (461 ~ Drabble) (SFW) (GN!Reader) ~ Law is struggling to help you with your pain, until he has an idea. This is the coziest treatment you've ever received.

Luffy

My Favorite Kinds of Nights 💜 ~ (2375) ~ Part 2 ~ (3625) ~ You are enjoying a quiet moment away from the feast while the crew celebrates another victory. Your three partners, Robin, Sanji, and Zoro are occupied for the evening, so you take time to relax. Until you receive an unexpected request from your captain.

Multi and/or Character x Character

Same Time ~ (1123) ~ Zoro x Fem!Reader x Sanji ~ Your boyfriends are always arguing, but sometimes you're the one that wins the fight. Tonight the battle is for who gets to go first.

So What? ~ (SFW) ~ (1096) ~ Zoro x Sanji ~ An enemy catches Zoro eying Sanji in the middle of a fight. Zoro doesn't care, until they make the mistake of threatening the cook.

One Piece x Introverted!Reader (SFW) ~ Headcanons & Drabbles ~ Zoro, Sanji, and Robin

The Sounds You Made 💜 ~ (1422) ~ Sanji x Fem!Reader, Zoro x Fem!Reader ~ Sanji overhears you discussing and enjoying your casual arrangement with Zoro. He doesn't like the way Zoro talks to you, so he listens in to make sure you're okay.

Lucky Boy 💜 ~ (2561) ~ Sanji x Robin ~ Robin and Sanji have been dating you for a while, but tonight is their first date together. How will the cook and the archaeologist get along?

In Control ~ 💜 (2599) ~ Zoro x Robin ~ Robin and Zoro have been dating you for a while, but tonight is their first date together. How will the swordsman and the archaeologist get along?

You Never Shut Up, Do You? 💜 ~ (1323) ~ Zoro x Nami ~ Nami has watched you enjoy your poly relationships with Zoro and Sanji for a while. She's got an itch that needs scratching, and she decides to see if Zoro can help her out.

I Saw You First 💜 ~ (1451) ~ Part 2 ~ (1309) ~ Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader ~ You have a casual arrangement with Zoro, but he isn't happy that you'll be seeing Sanji tonight. He tries to get his mind off of things, but overhears you enjoying your time with the cook. Can he control his anger?

Touching What's Yours 💜 ~ (815) ~ Part 2 ~ (2344) ~ Part 3 ~ (6048) ~ Zoro x Sanji, Zoro x Fem!Reader x Sanji ~ You have a casual arrangement with Zoro, but he isn't happy that you had your first night with Sanji tonight. Zoro overheard some of your time together, and his rage kept him from sleeping. Instead, Zoro has gone to confront the cook for taking what's his.

Sanji 

Sleeping Beauty 💜 ~ (2646) ~ Your boyfriend has yet another kink he'd like to explore with you. You tell Sanji that you trust him to take care of you, even while you're sleeping.

Filthy Little Angel 💜 ~ (1323) ~ Sanji requests to try a new way to worship your body. You know your boyfriend will take good care of you.

Parted Lips (SFW) ~ (1734) ~ Sanji has made another meal just for you, but it's still too painful to eat. You open up to Sanji about your jaw pain, and he offers to help you work through it.

Sanji's Super Birthday Present 💜 ~ (988) ~ Part 2 (End) ~ (1105) ~ You work up the nerve to ask Franky for help with a gift for Sanji. You hope your birthday boy will like his new toy.

Gag Order ~ (3268) ~ You catch your boyfriend flirting with another woman, and you can't stop your worries. Until you decide to use your talents as a hypnotist to make sure you're the only one Sanji flirts with. He told you he only wants to be with you, so what's the harm in helping him keep that promise?

Shanks

A Good Catch ~ (4367) ~ Part 2 ~ (5030) ~ Part 3 ~ (4613) ~ Part 4 (End) ~ (4275) ~ You are an unlucky fisherwoman having a bad day, until a red haired pirate captain offers to help you out. You're pretty sure he only makes it worse.

Zeff

My Lovely Patron ~ (1300) ~ Part 2 ~ (1922) ~ You are a journalist following a story about fishmen attacking a floating restaurant. You try to ply the head chef with wine for some details, but end up getting something else instead.

Zoro

Just a Dream ~ (1288) ~ You have a delicious dream about your captain's brother. Your boyfriend, the first mate, is not pleased when you wake up. (Brief Ace x Fem!Reader in a dream)

Hogging the Blankets 💜 ~ (1210) ~ Zoro hogged the blankets, so you try to wake him. He tells you what you need to do now that you've woken him up.

Fighting Dirty 💜 ~ (2341) ~ You can’t help it when you get distracted by Zoro during training sessions, so he brings the sparring mats to the bedroom to teach you a lesson.

Mama Bear ~ (2606) ~ (Modern AU) ~ You're a gogo dancer, and you bring Zoro to a rave on your night off, wanting to show your boyfriend what that part of your life is like. Zoro can't help but notice how much you like to take care of people, and he has some thoughts on the matter.

Zoro x GN!Swordsman!Reader (with a powerful/unique sword) (SFW) ~ Headcanons & Drabble

A Swordsman's Shame ~ (SFW) (GN!Reader) ~ (1530) ~ You and Zoro have the same dream, and it's built a passion between you. But something has been holding you back, keeping you from opening yourself up to your crewmate, your rival, your fellow swordsman.

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[reysdriver]

Remus In December

Headcanons about post-Hogwarts Remus in December and around the holidays

warnings: none

words: 0.4k

- I feel like people may disagree with me on this but Remus is not a winter guy

- He loves fall over anything else and he gets kind of annoyed to see it turn into winter after the best season ever

- He does love the food and drinks during the holidays tho 

- Like literally this man has never had a cold drink in his life, and so he loves cider, tea, hot chocolate, and all those

- Plus I can see him with a candy cane in his mouth constantly, especially if he's trying to quit smoking (because the only thing hotter than a man smoking is a man quitting smoking)

- He's okay at wrapping gifts. Like if it's boxy he can do it, but everything else, he'll just throw it into a bag

- Also the king of personal gifts. It's partly because he doesn't have as much money as Sirius and James so he can't beat them there, but he always goes the personal, heartfelt route with gifts (and slays it every time)

- Wears the warmest, coziest clothes (as always, but especially in the winter)

- Has no less than a million candles burning all season

- Simple decor, he definitely has like those popcorn and cranberry garlands plus like dried oranges and all that

- Doesn't like christmas songs other than that like slow, chill music you would hear at a classy christmas party

- He's the kind of guy to say shit like "I just want to spend time with my friends and family" when anyone asks him what he wants, but it's a lie because he definitely wants new books, sweaters, candles, and more

- Remus engages in some holiday baking and makes some mean ass cookies every single year

- Perfect for cuddling or even just warming your hands in these cold times because he's a walking space heater for sure

- He is the mean voice of reason and tells the other marauders not to eat snow or icicles because rooftops and the ground are disgusting

- He enjoys the season, as long as he's inside and warm and comfortable during this often uncomfortable time of the year

[klwrites]

Born To Die.1 (Jason Todd x reader)

The reader and Jason were friends for a long time before Batman took him in. You and him only had each other and the streets of Gotham.

(TW drug use)

Cold nights were the worst. You weren’t sleeping outside or anything but the kitchen floor of your job wasn’t the coziest. Speaking of warm, there was more warm next to you last night, where did Jason go? It wasn’t abnormal to wake up without him. Hell, you’ve spent more mornings without him then with, but no matter what you always ended up sharing the day by lunch time. You took a few steps outside before the familiar smell of smoke ran through your nose and you let your nose guide the way. There was a long path that trailed behind the buildings your job was in, heading to the usual spot you whistled to calmly grab his attention.

“It’s not even 8 am is it? Already at it?”

You joked, what better way to warm up? He passed it over to you while you mumbled a thanks.

The crisp air was awakening.

“You working today?”

“No,” you paused, taking a hit. “I know what we should do today though.”

“And what’s that?”

“Holy shit, Firefly… you’re insane.” Jason chuckled, looking around at the empty green house.

He questioned you robbing a magical treehouse,

“I’ve seen the women who owns them she doesn’t need all of them… and shes a criminal.”

“These won’t hurt you will they? You don’t know what she could have in these plants.”

You laughed,

“Yes, this tired women laced her beloved plants.”

Stretching your hand forward touching the large flower bud planted in the middle of the greenhouse. Your finger tips felt warm as the plant shared its energy to you.

“This is one way to make it through the winter.” Said Jason, taking stems and roots of various plants and throwing them into his bag.

If I get sick this winter I’ll die.

You let go of the plant, feeling full of life again. You excitedly let out a shout of energy.

“Her plants have something to them, man.”

“You’ve been here before? Without me? That’s dangerous.”

Not really, you replied.

You shivered, weak against the wind. Gotham city’s pollution was out of control and non frozen greenery was impossible to find. You curled up closer to yourself while sitting on the floor. Homelessness as a plant being who needs the sun and warmth to thrive has some ugly moments. Taking one last weak sad breath, you shriveled down into your unconscious.

After a while of freezing, a tall being with fiery red had come across your inhuman rotten looking body. Don’t ask how you knew, but you knew she knew you needed her help.

“Finally awake are you?” A deep gorgeous voice questioned from the shadows. You sat up from wherever you had been laid down and looked around. A green house, full of the craziest plants you’ve ever seen. The strongest energy you’ve felt.

“Who are you?”

“Don’t worry about it. You were dead on the streets of Gotham before I took you here. You should be thankful.”

“Why do I feel so strong?” You honestly asked. Her green skin was a give away that you could be honest with her.

“Because, darling, there’s no plants like my own. Where are your plants, hm? How did you let yourself freeze and die like that?”

“I’m stronger then her. It wouldn’t matter.” You said shortly.

“Uh” he said doubtfully, “alright”.

This women can survive winter and, well, you can’t. So you need her plants. As many as you can get. Prop lifting is the act of stealing plants by taking a piece of their stems, and planting the stem to grow your own plant; ‘propagation’ is the act of making one plant multiple.

“I need a Greenhouse.” You sighed

“If I could give you a greenhouse I would.”

“Means a lot,” you laughed, “Thanks.”

Even though you rolled your eyes, you can’t lie and say Jason isn’t a sweetheart at the whole plant thing, because he’s the best, most thoughtful, best friend anyone could ask for. Continuing picking the stems of colorful, glowing, exotic plants, when next thing you knew a plant reached out and grabbed your wrists and ankles holding you in place. Firstly, you looked towards Jason to see he was caught too.

Here we go. Your eyes glowed white, and skin glowed a fluorescent green and light pink. Connecting to the plants to calm them, freeing you and Jason instantly. Jason ran in-front of you as protection, but, no offense, you didn’t need it in this situation. Pulling Jason away you faced the one behind the attack. Poison Ivy. You didn’t know much of her criminal history, just that she saved you once. Even though that ended up meaning nothing.

What separates you and The Poison Ivy is that you’re an empath in a way. You survive on the energy of other life, just by living in it. (Or living in a perfect world at least) You can manipulate the energy from others into whatever energy you want, with practice. You don’t have that much practice. You did the one thing you’re good at. Sleep. Poison Ivy fell forward with her plants.

“We gotta go.”

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Come Back - Percy Weasley

Anonymous asked: okay, so i've read your percy weasley fic and you made me fall in love with him and there aren't a lot of fics for him so could i have one with the ‘there's only one bed’ trope and “what are you doing? come back to bed.” where percy and reader have to share a bed, maybe they end up together, please? thanks a lot

Prompt List

Warnings: nothing other than them staying in a creepy hotel

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D gif isn’t mine :)

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Come Back

“I don’t know why you’re complaining, Weasley. It’s your fault we got lost!”

“How is it my fault!?”

“I told you we should have asked for directions! Now we’re in the middle of nowhere in this extremely spooky hotel until tomorrow!”

“It’s not spooky-” Percy started saying before you heard thunder roar through the hallway as you made your way to the last room available in this ungodly place. It gave you the creeps. “That was an unfortunate coincidence, nothing more” he tried to assure you.

You didn’t understand why you had been assigned with Percy Weasley for this trip. He was supposed to be undertaking this project for Kingsley and you had to cover it and report it for your job on the Daily Prophet. But somehow, you got lost and it was the middle of the night and you were in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of a storm. So, it would have to wait until morning.

“Okay, I think this is it” you mumbled, reaching the door of your room and quickly opening it.

“Oh, you have to be bloody kidding me!” Percy complained, walking in.

“What?”

“What? There’s only one bed!”

“So? Don’t be so dramatic, Weasley, it’s just for one night” you chuckled. “Fine, if it bothers you that much, I can stay on the floor-”

“W-what? No, I’ll stay on the floor” he argued.

You knew you weren’t Percy’s favorite person. Even when you were in school. But you had no idea he actually hated you so much as to not be able to share a bed with you for one night.

“Fine, suit yourself” you muttered.

“Would you like to use the shower first?”

“Sure” you sighed, walking over to the bathroom. You were both drenched because of the storm and you couldn’t wait to get into some dry clothes. After you showered and changed you came back out and looked through your bag. “Shit” you muttered.

“What’s wrong?” Percy asked, stopping his way to the bathroom.

“Nothing, I just… forgot to bring another sweater” you explained, stroking your arms with your hands. “Do you think the heater works?”

“Well, for the looks of it, it seems it’s already on so… I’m gonna say no” he informed you.

“Perfect” you said, shaking a little.

“You can have my sweater” he offered.

“Oh, n-no that’s okay, Percy. I’m fine” you smiled, sitting on the bed.

“You’re shaking” he pointed out before he placed his sweater on the other side of the bed. “Honestly, I’m not that cold” he said, walking into the bathroom.

“Um- thanks” you said.

“No problem” he replied before he closed the door.

You grabbed the blue sweater with the ‘P’ on it and brought it to yourself. It smelled like him. You smiled a little, putting it on. This was by far the coziest thing you had ever tried on. But the feeling was short-lived when you heard thunders again. And then, the noise from the room next door. You weren’t exactly sure what it was. But it sounded like people were arguing, loud enough to hear them above the storm outside. And then, things started breaking, mankind you jump, scared. This place made you terrified as soon as you stepped inside, and this definitely didn’t help. You got up and walked over to the chair in the corner, pulling it to place it in front of the door. Not like whoever, or whatever was outside, wouldn’t be able to storm in with magic if they didn’t try, but it made you feel a tiny bit safer.

“Um- P-Percy?” you asked, knocking on the bathroom door.

“Yes?” you heard on the other side of the door.

“Are you almost done?”

“What can you possibly need? You just-” Percy opened the door at the same time a loud thunder roared through the room and the lights flickered off and on just before something else was broken in the room next door.

“Percy! This place is freaking me out! I don’t know if the people next door are fighting or having extremely rough sex, but I think one of them is going to end up dead!”

“Don’t be so dramatic” he rolled his eyes, walking out of the bathroom. “I know it’s not ideal, but we’re only here for one night” he said as you sat on the bed. He turned around and saw you anxiously playing with the sleeves of his sweater. “Look, it’s been a long day” he said, his tone turning soft as he sat next to you. “Let’s just go to sleep and we can get out of here tomorrow early in the morning, okay? I’m sure it will be fine” he said just as something crashed on the wall behind the bed, making you jump closer to Percy.

“O-okay, yeah, let’s just… go to sleep” you nodded, smiling nervously at him. He smiled back at you and got up, taking a pillow and one of the blankets, making your smile drop. “W-wait! What are you doing? Come back to bed!” you begged.

“B-but-”

“Please, Percy! I’ll stay on my side, I promise, it’s just… it’s a bit… comforting knowing that… you’re here” you mumbled, feeling your cheeks burn.

“It… it is?” he asked, feeling his heart beating faster. He wasn’t really someone people came to for comfort. So the fact that you did gave him immense delight.

“Yes” you said, nervously.

“O-okay” he said, getting on one side of the bed.

“Thank you” you smiled at him from your side of the bed.

“Did you put a chair in front of the door?”

“Just go to sleep Weasley” you rolled your eyes.

You kept tossing and turning, completely unable to sleep. Between the thunderstorm outside and all of the noises you heard inside, you were unable to even close your eyes. You turned around to see Percy on the other side who was peacefully sleeping. You assumed growing up with a big family probably made him used to this ruckus and still able to sleep. You slowly moved a little closer to him, reaching out for his hand. You were about to grab his hand when a loud thunder woke him up.

“Merlin’s sake!” he said, as his hand looked for you. “Are you okay?” he asked, pulling you closer.

“I am” you said, pulling him closer.

“Did I wake you?”

“No… I haven’t… been able to sleep” you admitted.

“Why?” he asked, confused.

“I don’t know” you replied. After a moment of silence, you asked. “Percy… why don’t you like me?”

“What?” he asked, confused, pulling away from you so he could see you.

“I was just… wondering…” you shrugged. “I know you asked if someone else could come with you on this assignment” you told him. “And you didn’t even feel comfortable sharing a bed with me and I don’t know, I just wanted to know if I did something or say something that upset you-”

“What? No!” he sighed. “I- I’m sorry if that’s how I made you feel. I just didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable” he said.

“You’ve never made me feel uncomfortable, Percy” you smiled shyly at him.

“Really? That’s… kind of my thing” he said, making you laugh a little.

“Don’t sell yourself short, Weasley” you chuckled.

“I’m not! I mean, you’ve met my brothers, everyone loves them and I’m always sort of… the odd one out” he said with a hint of sadness in his voice.

“Well, I’ll admit all of your brothers are fun and… very loud” you laughed, making him smile. “But that doesn’t mean that you’re not special in your own way” you informed him.

“Really? You think I’m special?” he asked, trying to hide his nervousness.

“Well yeah, to me you always stood out. I mean, who do you think I’d notice more? The five loud redheads, or the only quiet one?”

“You n-noticed me?” he asked, as his heart started racing, you could feel it as your hand rested against his chest.

“I’ve always noticed you, Perce” you smiled sweetly at him.

“W-well, for the record, the only reason why I asked that I asked if someone else could cover this assignment with me wasn’t that I don’t like you” he started. “I just… thought it was really boring and I didn’t want you to well… think that I’m more of a nerd than you already probably do” he chuckled nervously.

“Well, I have news for you, Percy” you said, shifting closer to him and you felt his arm wrap around your waist. “I’ve always known you’re a big nerd and it hasn’t made me like you any less” you smiled. Even in the dark, you knew he was blushing.

“I l-like you too” he managed to say out loud. “C-can I kiss you?”

“Weasley, I thought you’d never ask” you smiled before he closed the gap between you and placed his lips softly against yours. You felt him smile against your lips and you started kissing him deeper, until you heard something smashing against the wall, making Percy quickly wrap his arms around you and pull you closer.

“I promise we’re out of here first thing in the morning” he told you, kissing your forehead.

“It wasn’t that bad after all” you smiled, kissing him again before you rested your head on his chest and he kissed the top of your head.

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A/N: so, nobody guessed, but I think it’s fair since I had literally only written for Percy ONCE hahaha but here it is, idk how this happened, I started doing this thing to write at least a sentence for each story and this one just... came out! hope you like it xD and I hope to have more stories up soon! let me know what you think :)

[semiweirdshipper]

Killers comforting an anxious reader who can't sleep.

I'm going through a rough time right now, and so I wrote this to try and help.

...

Jeffrey

He could tell that you were restless, tossing and turning every ten minutes in the space beside him. He knew that you had been particularly distracted this evening, lost in thought and gazing out into space. When he asked, you hadn't said anything reassuring, just that you were "fine"... Which was bull crap.

By the time you sat up straight in bed, Jeffrey turned his head over and asked firmly, "Is there any damn reason why you're actin' like a tied up hog boughta' be burned alive?"

You startled at his voice, your body slumping in shame as you ran a tired hand over your face, "I'm sorry, Jeff. I didn't mean to keep you awake."

"It ain't no apology I'm after," Jeffrey sat up a bit, reaching out to coax you against him, "Why ya not sleepin', prince/princess."

Leaning into his warmth, you unconsciously snuggle against Jeffrey's side, seeking security in his large, soft form. "I just... I guess I just keep worrying about the thing." You admit quietly, shivering.

Jeffrey huffed, knowing exactly what "thing" you were talking about. "Well stop," He barked lightly, rubbing your back and side soothingly, "Ya can't get nothin' done if ya keep overwhelmin' yourself for no damn reason."

"I know," You whisper, pressing your face against the top of his belly, "You're right."

Jeffrey brushed his fingers through your hair, gently massaging the back of your neck. "Hey? Wanna be my teddy-bear?" He asked.

You whimpered, fluttering your lashes at him hopefully, "Just for a little bit? Please..."

"As if I could resist them puppy eyes," Jeffrey sighed in exaggeration, straightening his pillows behind him and leaning back, giving you easier access to straddle his lap.

Once you were in his lap, you immediately leaned against Jeffrey, belly to belly and nudging your face underneath his chin. It was the coziest, safest, most wonderful place you could ever be, and when he wrapped his arms around you to massage your back while planting soft kisses against your forehead, you found yourself relaxing in utter loving bliss.

"No more'a this anxious shit, ya hear?" He grumbled at you.

You smiled warmly, hugging him tightly, "I hear you. Thank you, Jeffrey."

Herman

He woke up to the sensation of you tossing and turning repeatedly, the sound of your breathing irregular and uneven. When he heard a rather exhausted sigh, he turned over and asked in concern, "My love? Is something wrong? Are you alright?"

"O-oh, I'm fine," You answer quickly, "Did I wake you? I'm sorry, I-I'll try not to move anymore."

"It's alright, no need to apologize," Herman sat up a bit and scooted closer to you, one arm reaching out to pull you against him, "Will you tell me what is troubling you?"

Can't get anything past Herman. You whimpered, falling victim to his soft, loving kisses as he rubbed expert hands over your back and shoulders. "I... It's about the thing. I'm... I'm just afraid that somethings gonna go wrong."

Herman hummed, placing a kiss against your cheek. He knew that what you were going through was difficult and stressful, and that anxiety was a significant side effect. "Try not to overthink too much, my sweet," He turned your head to look him in the eye, his expression full of passion and love.

"You can do this," He said, his tone reassuring, "You're one of the strongest people I know. I have faith in you. Perhaps you should try having some faith in yourself too, hm?"

Leaning into his warm, safe hands, you close your eyes and nod, saying gratefully, "Thank you, Herman."

"Of course," Herman kissed you gently, murmuring against your cheek, "Now... How might I be of service to help get your mind of this ordeal?"

"Hold me? Please?" You timidly ask.

Herman smiled and brushed a hand through your hair, saying fondly, "Anything for my beautiful angel."

As Herman laid on his side, you shuffle forward and bury yourself against him, instantly inhaling his familiar, comforting scent. A big arm wrapped around you, holding you close. He was so safe. You sigh, remembering his motivational words and praise.

"You can do this," Herman kissed your forehead, tilting your head up for confirmation, "Hm?"

You smile at him in loving appreciation and nod, "I can do this."

Jason

He's generally a light sleeper, so when he feels you begin to get restless beside him, he's onto you immediately, checking to see if you were alright.

"What?" You whimper, confused about the worried expression on your partner's disfigured but beautiful face, "Is everything alright?"

Having got it backwards, Jason scooted to the edge of the bed to grab his pen and messy notebook from the nightstand. Turning on the lamp and sitting up straight, he wrote down a question and lifted it out for you to read, "Nightmare?"

Squinting your eyes, you read his sloppy writing and shake your head, saying in exhausted reassurance, "No. No nightmares. Sorry for worrying you. I just... I just keep thinking about the thing I have to do and now I... can't sleep."

Hearing your defeated sigh, Jason felt his heart wilt. He knew that what you were going through right now was immeasurably stressful and honestly kind of scary. He wasn't happy about it either. He wrote down, "Want to talk?"

You smile at him and go to hold his large hand, squeezing it fondly, "Nah, I'm just... I'm just a little scared is all. Those people I have to deal with... I don't like them."

Jason nodded in understanding, taking a fine minute to write a response, "Dont be scared. I will be with you. They cant hurt you."

Warmth filled your chest as well as your cheeks as you read his note with happiness and love. Jason truly was your greatest star. You look at him, your hands reaching up to hold his face. "Thank you, Jason, so much," You whisper softly.

Addicted to your gentle touch, Jason tossed his notebook and pen aside and went to scoop you into his arms. He loved you so much and he would always, always be there for you. This wasn't something you had to handle alone.

As the tension bled from your body, Jason coaxed you into laying back down. From there he pressed himself right up against you and pulled you against his chest, his love and warmth enveloping you eternally.

Freddy

Freddy was the mastermind of sleep. He was always using his powers to suck you into blissful dreams and/or simple darkness, assuring that you got the best rest possible, but tonight? Tonight you were actively breaking through his power.

Having woken up from the feel of your restlessness, Freddy attempted to pull you back into sleep only to realize that you were literally too overwhelmed to sleep. So, with a growl, he rolled over, crawled on top of you and pinned you to the bed.

"Restless aren't we, baby?" He mumbled, looking into your wide, tired eyes, "Mind tellin' me why?"

Having been caught off guard, you shuffled beneath him, testing his light grip on your wrists but not fighting against it. "I'm sorry... I'm just having trouble," You admit sadly, sagging into the bed.

Freddy tilted his head, raising a suspicious brow at you, "Is it because of that shit you gotta put up with tomorrow?"

You frowned at him, your gaze drooping off to the side. "I know I'm gonna be so tired. I really don't wanna go," You whine, almost on the verge of tears from the stress, anxiety and emotional chaos, "I hate this so much."

Softening his approach, Freddy let go of your wrists and leaned down to cup your face. "Normally I'd tell you to skip chores, but this... This is different, baby," He kissed your jaw, making a line up your cheek to your forehead, "I fuckin' hate it too, but it's gonna be worth it in the end. But you know what you need to be able to beat these bitches? Sleep."

Pouting like a scolded puppy, you hold onto Freddy's shoulders as he continued fondling your body and kissing your face. "I know... I just don't know what to do to stop thinking about it," You sigh, wishing that you could snap your fingers and zap the anxiety from your brain.

"Oh..." Freddy leaned back and smirked at you maliciously, "Oh, baby, I got just the solution."

About thirty minutes later, Freddy was successful in pulling your blissfully distracted mind into the dream world. Then he covered you up and pulled you close to cuddle. If only you knew how much he loved you and believed in you. You could do this. He knew you could.

Freddy didn't fall for the weak ones.

Wesker

He awakens to the sound of feather-light sniffles and the smell of salty tears, and so he slowly sits up, running a hand through his ruffled hair as he gazes at you in slight concern. "(y/n)?"

You jerked, gasping and going to throw your legs over the edge of the opposite side of the bed. "O-oh, you're awake. I-I'm sorry, Albert, I-I didn't mean to disturb you," You say quickly, terrified that he'd learn of your tears and judge you.

As you go to stand up to let him have his peace, a firm hand landed on your shoulder and kept you in place, "What is wrong?"

"Nothing," You fight to keep your voice from cracking or sobs spilling out. You just needed to be alone for a bit. "Please, go back to sleep. I'm fine."

"You're crying," Wesker pointed out, his voice monotonous and unreadable as always, but there may have been a hint of worry inside. "Why?"

Oh God, he knew. He knew that you were crying and now he was going to judge you. He saw your weakness and now he probably hated you. And you had no good excuse. Wesker dealt with problems far more intense than this, and he never cried. God, you were pathetic.

When you wouldn't answer, Wesker stood up and walked around the bed, standing tall before you. Reaching down, he grasped your chin in a gentle grip and coaxed you to look up. Once he saw the sparkling tears in your eyes, the way you flinched and tensed at his touch and how you stared at him with horror, Wesker crouched down in front of you and went to hold your hands.

"Is this about your thing tomorrow?" He asked, his voice gentle.

You whined, your lips curling with overwhelming emotions. "Yes... I'm not ready. I-I'm not ready to handle all of it yet. I'm not strong like you... I'm just a dumb, useless crybaby."

Wesker reached up and cupped your face, his thumb tenderly stroking your tear stained cheek, "You will preform remarkably, (y/n). I know you will. And it is okay to cry. I'm here."

Feeling the ultimate collapse of emotional weight inside you, you fell to the floor in front of Wesker, your arms thrown around him as you held him close. Wesker held you back, and continued to hold you for as long as you needed.

[debbeh]

can u give me a guide to the six idiots :33 like maybe with a picture of them n their names n who they play in the Big Three shows :33 pwetty peesse :33

UM YES!?

ok, you saw me earlier trying to format all the images so it's gonna be mostly my (ehhhh) descriptions of the characters and you gotta guess what they look like 😈

Ben Willbond

Yonderland:

Elder Vex (above): the one who says Deb-beh and has the coziest looking outfit I NEED IT RN PLZ and the Tom Cardy- esque hair and earring

Nick: the stick. Grumpy all the time cuz he's a stick >:(. Is also a portal between dimensions but whatevs

Horrible Histories

Mike Peabody :historical news reporter that wishes he were anywhere but here rn

King Henry, Alexander the Great: SkINy MaNdRiA, excellent hair, sniffed a guy

Ghosts

The captain: AKA James, makes a lotta noises, if you ever hear me going weeeahhhhhuuuueeeaaaaaahhhh, I'm referencing him, the gay one<3

Martha Howe-Douglas!

Yonderland!!

Debbie.

Debbie's evil twin sister (bossy boobs)

I just googled it: Rita, the Negatus simp AKA us, the demon that looks like how female animals are protrayed in Barbie movies

Horrible Histories!!!

Boudica (look up the song, it's rlly good), Cleopatra, every female historical figure

Pirate lady....<33333

Ghosts!

Lady Button (present day): Old disgruntled lady that pouts all the time and falls out of windows

Lady Button (flashback)

Mathew Baynton!!!

Yonderland!!!

Oracle: weird blue blob guy, Nigel, Darling

Nanny la roo: NUM NUMS!!!! - nanny that is also a kangaroo

Admiral Anous: Voldemort mf I hate him bc he hates Negatus>:(

Elder Choop: Croissant hair mf, says, "IDK WHY DON'T WE ASK UR MUM??"

Le Fox: French

THE BIRRDDDDD: AKA Thomas Payne, Batman but cooler

Oh yeah, and Elf: the elf shaped one, full name: Grintallin Gobscrew Crotell Fashanu F’naw Goplatz Holla-Holla, has multiple wives apparently and is in debt to the mob

Horible Histories (look all of them up, they are all hot)

Dick Turpin: play the song >:333, shot not one but two men dead!

D.I. Bones: the whakkus bonkkused

King Charles II: absolute party-er

Ghosts

Thomas Thorne, shot, dead! Absolute poetic simp for Allison, drowned himself in the lake ;( -cannot drown-

Jim Howik!!!

Yonderland

Elder Pressley: looks like Elvis, eats christmas tree ornaments

Crone: A sLaPper *wink wink*, has apparently gotten with everyone, goes eeeerrrrrrrrrrr all the time- sounds like a doorhinge, she is amazing

Neil: lhe most normal of the demons probably

Horrible Histories

A SHOUTY MAN!!! :does all the infomercials, will try to sell you piss

King George VI (above) : "oh yesss, dad's dead, I'm king..."

King Richard III: a sweet little guy<3 -according to the song, get's attacked by whasp

Ghosts

Pat Butcher: Greatest DJ in the AAARRREEEEEUHHHHH, killed by a child, AKA Pete in the American version

Larry Rickard

Yonderland

Detective Mounteback: very dumb detective with very large hat

Elder Ho Tan: trans Icon, doesn't like loud noises, absolute baby<3

Sue: above, the lady with the gun from the episode I showed you

Horrible Histories

Bob Hale: weather report, needs a hellicopter and a nice cup of tea, basically Bill Wurtz

Lol knight with shit on head, Aztec guy, George III friend who slays so hard; "ConGRatu-VerY-LaTiOns your... *MAgEsTy*"

Ghosts

Humphrey: keeps getting left on roofs and shelves, does NOT know French smh

Robin: 5,000 yo ghosts, once saw a cool butterfly, KNOWS FRENCH! Got stuck by lightning and now he can turn on lights

and finally... the moment you've been waiting for...

Simon Farnaby!!!

Yonderland!!!

Negatus<333: Silly guy try to take over Yonderland but is just a lil guy, has an evil lair, uses The Font of Orris (cauldron thing that lets you see everything) as a hot tub, get's bullied by all the other overlords, wears pjs with houses on them.

Elder Flowers!!!: Long hair and lack of shirt, vegetarian hippie of the group, wants his clothes to be veGONE, "all you need is love, brothers... oh, and food"

Horrible Histories

Emperor Caligula: the wakkus bonkkus guy

Marcus Licinius Crassus: Knockoff Bassline Junkie song

Ghosts:

Jullian!!!: Died conducting an affair with his secretary!!!, is eternally sorta drunk, does the hand thing, only ghost that can interact with stuff, makes silly EEERREREEEEE noise when he's trying to move something, his name is Trevor in the American version, sad when there's no porn on da TV ;(, has no pants BTW

Thanks for coming to my TEDTALK!!!

Lemme know if I missed anything!

[whump-4-ever]

Reformed, Part 2

Part 1 -> https://www.tumblr.com/whump-4-ever/732109179568930816/reformed-part-1

Part 3 -> https://www.tumblr.com/whump-4-ever/733802194445402112/reformed-part-3?source=share

Villain huffed out an exasperated sigh as they stared down at the phone in their palm, their thumb hovering over the ‘call’ button. After making the long trek back to their hideout (a very old, abandoned log cabin stashed deep in the wilderness, far from any civilization whatsoever), Villain had immediately settled Hero on their couch in the living room before wrapping them up in the coziest blankets they owned and lighting a decently-sized fire in the fireplace in hopes the heat would scare the hypothermia away and rouse them from their deep state of unconsciousness. Unfortunately, and to their dismay, it didn’t work, and they really didn’t know what else to do. They had next to no medical knowledge in regards to treating serious conditions, and they’d never had to look after anyone but themselves their whole life. That meant one thing and one thing only: if they truly wanted to help Hero, they would have to contact Hero’s team and inform them of the situation.

-

Villain, with their thumb still hovering over the ‘call’ button, ran their free hand through their hair (something they always did when they were nervous). “You owe me for this one,” Villain grunted, giving the unconscious Hero a half-hearted glare before tapping their phone screen. It was less than five seconds later when Caretaker answered.

-

“Where’s Hero?” Caretaker growled deeply. “If you’ve done something to them, I swear to God I’ll-“

-

“I haven’t done a damn thing!” Villain snapped in annoyance, cutting Caretaker off mid-sentence. “In fact, if not for me, Hero would probably be dead by now, having frozen to death or having been mauled by a wild animal.” This was exactly why they hadn’t wanted to make this call. Villain knew they’d be blamed for this, no matter what they said. “Look,” Villain took a deep breath to calm themselves before continuing, “Hero’s real sick, and I don’t know what’s wrong with them. Believe what you will, but I did not do this. I found them in a crumpled heap just a few miles from my hideout. They’re running a high fever and they’ve been out cold for several hours now. Whatever’s going on, it’s not looking good.”

-

There was the sound of multiple voices going back and forth in the background, as if in conversation, before Caretaker responded with, “I’m on my way right now. If this is some kind of trap, if you’ve hurt them in any way, shape, or form, I swear on my brother’s life that I’ll rip your intestines out and wrap them around your neck like a scarf.” There was the heavy weight of barely-contained fury in the air surrounding Caretaker’s words.

-

Villain closed their eyes and pinched the bridge of their nose, exhaling deeply in an attempt to convey their annoyance through the phone. “That’s very kind of you,” Villain mumbled, their tone dripping with sarcasm. “Just knock when you get here, and don’t forget to leave your attitude on the porch.” They hung up before Caretaker could say anything else.

-

“I really don’t know what you see in them, Hero,” Villain muttered as they flopped down into the recliner next to the couch. “I mean, Caretaker is damn good-looking, don’t get me wrong, but for fuck’s sake. I’ve never wanted a relationship bad enough to put up with that shit.” They chuckled lightly as they glanced over at Hero, watching their chest rise and fall in shallow, unsteady gasps. A shadow of concern crept into their chest at the sight, all signs of amusement having been replaced by what one could have interpreted as worry. If Caretaker didn’t get here soon, Hero may very well not get the help they needed in time. Villain didn’t particularly like them, but they didn’t want them to die, considering their past and everything Hero had done for Villain, just out of the purity of their heart. “You just hang on a little longer, alright?” Villain leaned over the edge of the chair until they could rest their hand on Hero’s arm, then they gave it a few gentle pats. “You may be the most annoying pain my ass I’ve ever met but I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you. It’s only fair that I return the favor.” Villain then got comfy in their seat, grabbing the remote off the arm of the chair and flicking the TV on once they were settled. They did their best to concentrate on the show they’d selected, but their eyes kept shifting back onto Hero every twenty seconds or so. “Please hurry,” They whispered.

-

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@morning-star-whump

[londonfoginacup]

Hello! Based on your fics I consider you to be someone well-versed in the arts of coziness and comfort and as it is now the cold and dark part of the year where I live I wanted to ask you, do you have any recommendations?? Favorite brand of leggings? Slippers? Best candle? Best fairy lights? Coziest foods and drinks? Wishing you much warmth and light! X

ohhhhh my god OH MY GOD what a SWEET ASK! And also you are sending this very sincere ask to someone whose main mode of being cozy is burrowing under her roommates for warmth and then yelling at said roommates for turning the temperature up, so i dunno if i'm deserved but here's my best cozy shot--

first of all -- hot chocolate with lucky charms. I'm usually a strictly white chocolate hot chocolate person, but the JOY at being able to eat the melty delicious lucky charms out of it cannot be comprehended. 10/10 warm and cozy and sweet.

Second-- get rid of the heated blanket. Heated blankets are not it. Get yourself heated mattress pad!!!! This bitch makes you toasty like you would not BELIEVE, PLUS if you're someone who tends to kick off blankets in the night, at least half your body is still toasty warm! 1000/10 cozy plus cats will love to snuggle u also dont use this at the same time as a heated blanket bc u will die i think

Now in terms of candles, I think that scents are very personal! I'm a slut for bath and bodyworks because I can be a bit basic, BUT there's something more important than what kind of candle you get -- and that's to have a CANDLE WARMER LAMP! You see, unless you're getting a very expensive candle, most candles, especially ones from the drug store or target, have mOST OF THEIR SCENT in the top like half an inch! SO they smell really good when you buy them but you barely smell them after you light them! But if you get a CANDLE WARMER LAMP, then you can stick your good good smelling candle in there and it will heat it FROM THE TOP and you will get some LONG LASTING GOOD GOOD COZY SMELL

holy shit wait hold up scratch that, I DO have candle recommendations. Cantrip Candles makes candles for like, D&D games to set the mood. But I don't play D&D and just burn the candles instead. The Library candle and the Bakery candle are my FAVORITE, but you can get a sampler pack and try them yourself to see which scents you like. 10/10 cozy bakery scent fuck yes

I don't really have cozy clothes because I wear business casual 24/7 i am DRESSED TO FUCKING IMPRESS (no im not, im just lazy and only own 5 pairs of the same pants), and tbh if I want to be cozy I just throw on a hoodie. I own five and they are ALL Louis Tomlinson.

And for blankets -- the coziest blanket is the one you can steal from someone else. The old crochet blanket that your mom had since before you were born? Snatch it. The blankets your roommates left when they moved out and got married? They're yours now. The blanket someone loaned you at a fireworks show and you accidentally went home with? Coziness factor goes up 1000%. BARRING STOLEN GOODS THOUGH, every blanket I've ever bought is from ikea. I'm not joking. I have one in my car and one in my office and two on my bed and two in my living room.

Okay FINALLY. The SECRET to my uber cozy lifestyle.

It's having a lot of roommates, and forcing them all to cuddle with me.

but if you dont have homemade roommates, storebought are fine

ANYWAY THERE'S MY COZY GUIDE, THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENTS ALSO TO BE REAL EATING A WHOLE LOAF OF SOURDOUGH FEELS COZY BUT YOUR TUMMY WILL BE MAD SO DONT DO IT

[kunekojo]

NSFW Urahara Kisuke x Fem!Reader~Bad day

Warning: NSFW

Tags: fluffy, cockwarming (maybe), bite marks, praising, lots of praising and a little begging

WC: 1,855 k

•••

This day has been nothing but hell. All sorts of problems going on around the whole time, someone fighting someone else, the rain ruining your newest paper, being late to every single event, just pure shit. You never hoped for a calm day, but didn’t imagine things just wouldn’t go your way at all. God, at least you’re getting home after all this mess, hopefully being able to enjoy the rest of the night alongside your beloved Kisuke.

You’ve been texting him the entire time, telling him all about these tiny misfortunes you’ve struggled through and his words of encouragement kind of put you at ease.

“Something’s waiting at home for you.” The little text from him sparks a bit of interest in you, causing you to want to get home faster. Maybe there is hope.

You walk at a steady pace, eventually running as you’re approaching his home. Finally at the doorstep, you clench the doorknob, making your way inside and placing your shoes aside.

“Ahhh, Y/N-chan that was fast.” You hear him exclaim from the depth of his room, so he’s been preparing something.

“Given what a shit day this was? Yeah, I just wanted to get here as soon as possible.” You reply in a sarcastic tone, taking off your jacket.

Kisuke makes his way to you, almost appearing in your face in a matter of seconds. His quickness doesn’t surprise you. After all, you’ve been waiting all day long to finally see him.

Already dressed in his pajamas, he reaches to take your jacket from your hands. “Oh? Did you miss me this much?” He questions, lifting his eyebrows.

“This much doesn’t describe it enough, but sure.” A smile breaks on your face, automatically causing one to bloom on his too.

You don’t wait any more seconds and run in his arms, tightly embracing him between his arms. You need to feel his touch after everything that’s happened and he’s more than happy to offer you all the affection.

“I missed you a lot, Kisuke.” You mouth softly, burying your head in his chest.

“I missed you too.”

His hand reaches to place comforting pats on top of your head. “I can imagine, princess.” His deep tone sends warmth through you, helping you slowly relax. “But cheer up, I have the best solution to lift up your mood.” His loud exclamation startles you a little but it does its job.

Lifting your eyes, you glance at him curiously, remembering he did mention a surprise. “Go on.”

“Follow me.” He leads you to his room, taking your hand and holding it tight.

Upon entering, you stop for a second to observe what’s going on as Kisuke looks at you, then around, then at you again. You first notice the dim light covering the room followed by the coziest bed you’ve ever seen, filled with multiple pillows and fuzzy bed sheets. In front of it, a wide projection of what seems to be the beginning of a familiar movie. The more you try to analyze it, it clicks. It’s your favorite movie!

Surprised, you shift your head to look at him, a wide smile painted all over your face.

“Kisuke.” Your gasp melts his heart, he knew this would do the trick.

Rather pleased with the result, he stays quiet, motioning you to get in the bed so you can finally relax, and you do as he says. You jump head first, feeling the softness once your body makes contact.

“I should go look for my paja-“ you can’t even finish the sentebce that he cuts you off.

“Your pajama? It’s right here.” He takes a pair of comfortable pajamas out of his wardrobe, flashing them before your eyes before finally handing them to you.

You sit up on your butt, completely amazed that he thought of it before you. How sweet of him. He didn’t have to do this much but the gestures are greatly appreciated.

“Thank you, darling.” You take them, slowly changing right in front of him.

Once you’re finished, you lay down on the side closest to the project and in no seconds, Kisuke lays behind your back. He grabs the blanket and carefully wraps it around you both, making sure you won’t feel cold, then goes on to bind his arms around your waist.

You let a hum of delight escape your mouth, pushing yourself into him, just to feel his touch as much as possible. Kisuke starts the movie, letting it run in the background as you both start slowly chatting about everything that’s been going on today.

Time flies away and you both barely pay any attention to the movie, but that’s fine, you don’t mind it. You just want to hear him talk for hours, even if it’s about things you can barely grasp.

At some point, both your focuses are snatched by a heated kiss in the movie. You both watch carefully as the characters molt into each other, one thing leading to another. The scenery makes you want to kiss him so bad but the position is too good to ruin so you wait there, watching intently the running of the heated kiss. There’s a warm feeling building deep inside your downwards and Kisuke’s sudden silence isn’t making it any better. What if you push yourself a little more? You ask yourself, and with no hesitation you begin jerking your body closer to his, slowly shaking your ass with each centimeter.

You feel his stiff member throb as soon as you hit his lower, sending a wave of need through your body. There’s a faint gasp from you and he notices it by shoving himself much closer to you. His hands wander around your body, giving your muscles gentle massages, slowly tracing to beneath your shirt. Feeling his touch inches away from your breast, you turn a little on your back, urging him by giving him a little more space to work on.

Kisuke chuckles quietly as his digits draw near your nipples, placing soft touches around your sensitivity. In reply, you rub your ass against his cock, searching for some more friction from him. He responds by bucking himself into you with a steady pace, but it’s still not enough. You deeply hope it won’t take too long for him to play around your body some more, maybe take it to the next level.

Your folds clench so much that you swear your pants are horribly soaked at this point, but when you feel him take his hand away, you know what’s coming.

Reaching for his pants, you feel the vibrations of him taking them off, then placing his hand to lower yours too. You squirm at his touch, whimpering a little.

“Shhh, don’t pay attention to me. Keep watching the movie, doll.” He whispers against your ear, placing soft kisses around your neck. His gaze is still fixed on the movie, observing closely what’s going on.

How can you even watch the movie when you’re so heated up by him? But once you turn your focus to the projection, you can see the characters in a similar position. You get it now, maybe this has been all planned. Despite how hard focusing on something else in this moment is, you do your best and watch.

Everything that’s being done, Kisuke does it too, following every single move at that exact second. Brushing your breasts one more time, placing hot, warm kisses against your neck and grunting in your ears. How can he even restrain yourself from straight going into you?

Suddenly, you feel the sensation of his tip rubbing against your ass, teasing your folds.

“Kisuke.” You moan faintly, gripping the sheet.

“My, my, I’m not even inside and I can already tell how wet you are.” He kisses at your shoulders, placing tiny bites on your skin, just the way you like it.

“Please, go inside.” You push back but it’s not far enough.

“What’s that? What do you want?”

“I want you to go inside already.” You cry out, a little too desperate for more.

“But you’re not warm enough, princess.” He pinches one of your nipples between his fingers. “I need you warmer than this, so I can fuck you better.”

“Then make me warmer, do it.” You urge him, revealing the favorite area of your neck, one that always gets you screaming his name for hours.

He glances at your soft skin before burying his head back inside your neck, biting generously. You feel your insides clench harder than before and the boiling sensation is too much for you.

Moans leaving your mouth one after the other, you hear his guttural grunts in your ear, sending shivers of lust down your body. Your body begins trembling with how overstimulated you are, begging for the final piece of the puzzle.

Convinced he’s toyed with you enough, he halts from tasting your sweetness, and finally aligns his tip at your entrance. One deep stroke is all you need to wail with pure pleasure, shoving yourself into him in rhythm.

“No, no, my angel. Let me do the work, you pay attention to the movie.” He places his free hand around your neck, holding the line of your chin just so he makes sure you’re enjoying both things at once.

His thrusts are slow but deep, keeping it at a slow pace as he brushes against your clenching walls with calculated motions. He holds you tightly, but not rough enough for you to feel any discomfort. You try to watch the rest of the scene, but your constant loud sounds are making him slip every few seconds, twitching inside you with every noise.

You can’t help not moan his name over and over again with each thrust against the perfect place, and it has an effect on him. His gruntings accompanied by the rising speed of his buckles inside you make you whimper through ragged breaths, panting for more air.

“My pretty girl.” You hear him whisper. “Feeling so, so good. Let me take care of you like this for hours.”

With each push, you feel your orgasm coming closer and moan more frantically than before. He picks at your hints, moving steadily.

“Give me your juices, love. Will you be a good girl and give them to me? Cum on me.” God, the scent of his grunted praising makes you get so so close.

“Fuck, Kisuke.” You let out a sharp weep before finally releasing yourself.

He holds you good while you tremble in his arms, giving you a few more strokes as you’re riding your orgasm. You toss your head back from all the blood rushing through your body, the incoming noises causing him to not last much longer than you.

You feel his warm seed cover every single corner of your insides as you both moan together, silencing the movie. The exhaustion causes you to be unable to move, but when he places kisses all over your body you freshen up a little.

“There’s not much longer until the movie is done. I’ll clean you afterwards, okay?”

“Sounds good to me.”

[xoxobuckybarnes]

August 2023 Stucky Fics

Completed

The Irony of Fate (Rated: E, Words: 10K) by janedarling

Summary: Bucky had been curled up at one end of the couch when Steve got home on Tuesday, buried up to his collarbone in a purple flannel quilt Clint had recommended as "the coziest shit ever, you have to get one of these" and so absorbed by The Obelisk Gate that he barely said hi. Steve had simultaneously wanted to crawl under the quilt to suck his cock and bring him a cup of tea. He'd landed on tea, but now he's regretting it. Bucky had been so warm and soft, and Steve could have slid up under the quilt, spread his legs and settled down in between them. Maybe Bucky even would have kept reading a bit, and Steve would have had to work at it a little to distract him, do his best to get Bucky's attention with just his hands and his mouth — “Have you tried talking to him, or are you just thinking about sex all the time?" Sam asks.

it was the summer of '69 (Rated: E, Words: 6K) by controlofwhatido / @controlofwhatido & art by DeamonSlayer576 / @angelicalslayer

Summary: It's 1969 Woodstock. Bucky's there to get high, listen to some music, and get his dick wet.

you're gonna have it your way or nothing at all (Rated: T, Words: 15K) by biblionerd07 / @biblionerd07

Summary: Steve and Bucky aren't really much of a Steve and Bucky anymore these days. Steve's sure it's because Bucky doesn't see himself as the same guy who used to love Steve. In a desperate attempt to prove him wrong, Steve begs Bucky to go on a road trip together, the way they used to dream about, and does his best to remind Bucky of who he is.

I just met you (and this is crazy) (Rated: E, Words: 41K) by littlesystems / @littlesystems

Summary: After Steve gets outed by a grainy cell phone picture, it takes the media less than 24 hours to discover Captain America’s secret relationship with James Barnes: classical musician, teen heartthrob, and son of a former president. The only problem? Steve has never met James Barnes in his life.

That Boy Is a Problem (Rated: E, Words: 10K) by 2bestfriends & art by @arsartisf

Summary: In which a twinky little goth punk named Bucky puts a leash around Steve's dick and he's really into it. (The leash is a metaphor. For now.)

Smile for the Camera (series) by lordeofstucky

Smile for the Camera (Rated: E, Words: 172K) Summary: In the pages of every high school yearbook, there is a boy that everyone thinks they know. In the case of Shield High School, that boy is James Buchanan Barnes, and sometimes, he doesn't even know himself. No one does. No one apart from a certain blond haired, blue eyed boy that makes Bucky's heart stutter every time they lock gazes. The boy whose name just happens to be Steve Rogers. High School AU Attention: Bear-Backing Boyfriends Get Mauled While Camping (Or At Least That's What the Headlines Would Read in Bucky's Mind) (Rated: E, Words: 10K) Summary: "I need to bounce on it.” Steve’s brain goes a little haywire at the comment but before he can actually process what Bucky’s referring to, or what his mind envisions, his boyfriend plops down on the air mattress in front of them. “And I think you should join me,” Bucky adds. Looking down at Bucky, Steve has to swallow. He wastes no time and sends a quick glance around the store's aisle and finds that it's still empty. Lucky them. Gently, Steve sinks his knees down into the mattress and immediately Bucky’s legs open up to let him settle in. The brunet hums and his hands trail down Steve’s back,. “Mmm, thought so.” The smile on Bucky’s face is breathtaking and instantly Steve’s kissing him senseless. ***These fics are complete but the series is not.***

The Only Familiar Thing (Rated: E, Words: 39K) by brideofquiet

Summary: Steve takes a breath, steels himself, and asks, “Where are we going, Buck?” Bucky raises an eyebrow. “You’re the one driving, Steve.” And before Steve can protest, Bucky gives him that broad, toothy grin again. The worry pitted in his stomach ebbs, and he decides—what the hell? Why not? Steve pulls his helmet on and swings a leg over the bike. Bucky settles in behind him, and he cranks the engine to life.

Sharper Knives (Rated: M, Words: 3K) by mind_empty_heart_full / @mind-empty-heart-full

Summary: A Friendly Competition with Deadly Consequences When the New York Times Best Sellers book by acclaimed author Yelena Belova broke all major sales records, it seemed inevitable that the story of two rival assassins on the run would be adapted into a film. Now we have an exclusive interview and photoshoots with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes for all the inside scoop. ----------------- Or: Steve and Bucky have been best friends since childhood and are seasoned actors. After many years, they finally got to make a movie together. Much thirsting ensues.

To Be Vulnerable Is Needed Most Of All (Rated: M, Words: 118K) by perfect_plan

Summary: Steve is a shy comic book artist and meets his new neighbour, Bucky Barnes. In which there are awkward longings, meddling best friends, comic conventions, heartache, lemons, video games, dorkiness, dancing and two cute boys.

Judged By the Cover (Rated: E, Words: 32K) by EmmaLostInWonderland / @emmalostinwonderland & LouiKazooie / @louikazooie

Summary: Bucky frowns deeply, clicking open the NYT best sellers list. #2. He’s number two. His new book, which he poured heart and soul, blood, sweat, and so many tears into, is number two. On the NYT best seller’s list. He rolls over and closes his eyes, hoping it was all just a bad dream and that he’ll wake up soon… Because the name on top of the New York Times Best Sellers List in the romance genre seemed to be none other than Steven G Rogers. // Bucky Barnes, award-winning romance novelist, is dismayed to learn that his publisher is sending him on a book tour with Steve Rogers, a fantasy author who recently topped the NY Times Bestseller list for his first and only romance novel and Bucky’s personal authorial adversary. As they’re sent off to spend several months touring 50 US cities together, they’ll attempt to overcome their differences and leave the past behind them… maybe they’ll even find love. Bucky POV and fanart by LouiKazooie, Steve POV by EmmaLostInWonderland

WIP

Lost Vocabularies that Might Express (The Memory of These Broken Impressions) (Rated: E, Current Words: 44K) by dorian_burberrycanary / @burberrycanary

Summary: The worst of times, like the best, are always passing away. How’s that for some consolation on the road? A post-The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Stucky fix-it as part of the all-American road trip, detours included. ***Part of the series A Man Takes His Sadness Down to the River (The Consolation of Philosophy): The Same River, Twice (The Man Is Still Left with His Hands) (Rated: G, words: 4K), Still Left with the River (The Paradox of Motion) (Rated: G, Words: 14K), &  Not Language by a Map (The Grammar of Sensation) (Rated: E, Words: 20K)***

Treading Water (Rated: M, Current Words: 193K) by sparkagrace / @sparkagrace & art by Dyslexic_Fetus (Reagy_Jay) / @reagy-jay

Summary: Olympic swimmer Bucky Barnes always believed that when the time came to retire, he would walk away with his medals and world records firmly in the history books and never look back. He never thought the water would leave him first. ***Part of the series Lane Lines: Lane Lines (Rated: M, Words: 132K), Lumière (Rated: M, Words: 5K), & New Traditions (Rated: M, Words: 6K)***

a league of our own (Rated: E, Current Words: 30K) by burning_brighter / @burning-brighter

Summary: Steve’s sixteen-year-old son’s one and only dream is to play in the Major League. He thinks he has a shot when the team get a new coach, retired MLB legend and Steve’s high school crush, Bucky Barnes. Steve hasn’t thought of the man in many years, but seeing him brings back many memories that push Steve to reach out to an old friend and maybe make new ones on the way. What happens when Steve gets to know Bucky properly? What happens when they open up about their darkest secrets and deepest fears? There’s really only one thing that can happen.

[pixelgrotto]

March Of The Dead, The FRANCHISE

Approximately one year ago was the release of Book of the Dead, a Pathfinder 2e supplement that focuses specifically on undead. It's the sort of tabletop RPG book that I really like: the type that hones in on a specific creature category and just hits you over the head with new monsters and a bucketload of lore. These sorts of books are less en vogue these days among major publishers than they were in the D&D 3.5e era, probably for economic reasons. (I can't imagine why anyone wouldn't want to buy 250 pages of in-depth factoids, including treatises on ghost biology and paragraphs revealing that undead learn Necril via steady exposure to constant streams of negative magic.)

Anyway, Book of the Dead is packed to the brim with all kinds of ghoulish stuff, and there's also an adventure in the back dubbed March of the Dead, which involves the PCs investigating a town where all the residents have been turned into zombies by naughty cultists. Basically, it's the village section of Resident Evil 4. I immediately wanted to run this, and began wondering who I could GM it for. Incidentally, around this time I was enlisted by Paizo to freelance on the upcoming Pathfinder Lost Omens: Tian Xia books, which are intended to remake the game's Asian-inspired setting into something a little more fitting for 2023. A bunch of writers from the Asians Represent podcast were called to work on the books ("Up in the sky! It's the Asian Signal!") and after I realized that some of my colleagues hadn't played the game they were writing for, I asked them if they'd be down to try taking cultists to suplex city. They said yes, and me, Daniel Kwan, Drew Quon, Emma Yasui and Jacky Leung ended up playing for a whole year.

This was my first time GMing for a group who all had some kind of public presence on livestreams and podcasts, and it was instantly fun in the sense that here were folks who were naturally charismatic and used to speaking to an audience. At the same time, because our game was private, everyone was freed from the normal restraints that come with livestreaming and able to go as bonkers as they wanted. This commenced almost immediately in our Session Zero when everyone gravitated towards the more colorful character options, because who wants to play one of the Core Rolebook ancestries when you can be a living toy, a robot, a catperson and a skeleton?

And so, March of the Dead kicked off in solid style as the PCs dove into the town of Fiorna's Faith and ripped apart multiple flavors of zombie with much gusto. I ran the adventure pretty close to how it's written in Book of the Dead, and can confirm that the middle section where the party has to lock themselves within a house and defend against multiple waves of undead assailants is pretty awesome, and very close to the scene in RE4 where Leon and Luis get stuck in a house and shoot the crap out of 100 jobbers in a great example of male bonding.

But even more awesome was how each character's personality quickly crystalized into something special, setting the stage for their future development. Daniel's poppet gunslinger Tapio had a kitbashed gunblade and a deranged desire to BUST on his enemies, which led to lots of dialogue which would've gotten all of us cancelled if we'd been streaming on Twitch. Drew's fighter, a automaton named Kaine, unlocked memories of his soul's prior existence by beating the shit out of dudes and just as equally getting the shit beat out of himself. (Kinda like the Thousand Years of Dreams segments in the Xbox 360 RPG Lost Odyssey, minus the shit beatings.) Emma played the coziest member of the crew - a catfolk named Weetabix who was also a summoner who could manifest a giant flying squirrel named Rudiger, thus placing the party on the pathway of aquiring an ever-increasing entourage of furry friends. And Jacky combined the skeleton ancestry and duskwalker heritage (even though I think they're technically incompatible) to make Ozark, a min/maxing Ghost Rider magus of Pharasma who broke the entire system by parkouring 80 feet each turn and constantly healing himself with illegal necromantic juicing practices.

With such a colorful cast, it would've been a shame to stop with just one adventure. So after the party smashed Harlo Krant, the so-called "seed of evil" set up by the cultists to spread undeath through Fiorna's Faith, I homebrewed March of the Dead 2 as a continuation. (No gimmicky subtitles here, just straight up numbers!)

If the first March of the Dead was RE4's village, then I designed the sequel to be the castle section, and I wanted to go big with a bunch of setpieces centered around a fortress siege. It's hard to do mass scale battles in most D&D derivative systems, so instead of trying to have the party command an army I mostly just relied on the supplement Guns & Gears, which has a series of stat blocks on siege weapons which worked better than I expected. The idea was to have the PCs use the seige tools to turn the tides of war in an already ongoing battle between the cultists and a friendly group of Serenrae-worshipping orcs (the Burning Sun tribe, which received a mention in Lost Omens: Knights of Lastwall, another book I heavily relied on for setting lore). Alternatively, I also gave the PCs the means of sneaking into the fortress Sam Fisher-style. The party ended up taking the stealth option, but not before Kain rolled a natural 20 to catch a cannonball in his hands and throw it back at the baddies, which was awesome.

Inside the fortress I had separate rooms and passageways devoted to each cultist, and all of these areas - or the cultists who inhabited them - were meant to hold some sort of significance towards one of the PCs. There was a gnome summoner intended as a foil for Weetabix, a tech-obsessed tinker dude who had essentially created undead automatons for Kaine to contend with, and a fleshwarping dwarf who'd imported cadavers from all across the world and used Tapio's former body to form a flesh cape for his skinstitch golem. Ozark, meanwhile, got a friendly ex-Pharasma cleric NPC to help him in the last fight. Not all of these connections worked out exactly as planned - for instance, the gnome could've turned against her fellow cultists if successfully swayed by Weetabix, but she got her face melted off with an eroding bullet before she could utter five words.

Despite this, it was a fun exercise to tailor the story to everyone in small ways, which is always one of the biggest challenges when coming up with homebrew adventures. Probably one of the most memorable moments was when Daniel was able to obtain the Horn of Aoyin, an item he had previously designed while freelancing for the Pathfinder conspiracy-themed book Dark Archive. There's nothing like a writer getting to add their own magical item to a character sheet, using it in-game to inadvertently cause their companions to go into a cannibalistic rage, and everyone going: "Wow, what asshole made this thing?"

Alas, Drew had a scheduling conflict that kept him from joining us for March of the Dead 3. But the rest of the party was able to go on a final rodeo, and this one marked a dramatic turn as the crew departed Avistan to chase down more cultists in Tian Xia, a development I knew I wanted to do eventually, seeing as how we were all writers for the upcoming Tian Xia books. If we're to equate March of the Dead with a 1970s film series, I like to think that this third movie is the schlockfest that went left field and randomly features the protagonists going to Hong Kong, as in other "third volume in a forgotten franchise" cinematic masterpieces like Spider-Man: The Dragon's Challenge or The Gods Must Be Crazy III. The PCs also had a good reason to go to the Dragon Empires, thanks to the fact that Tapio was quite literally a made-in-China puppet who now had to return the Horn of Aoyin to the Lantern Lodge in Goka, AKA the only region in Tian Xia that's been updated for Pathfinder 2e thanks to the Fists of the Ruby Phoenix adventure path.

I relied heavily on Fists of the Ruby Phoenix's second volume, which has a Goka gazetteer in its adventure toolkit section but also an article on kaiju. I knew I wanted to do a giant monster attack on Goka, but instead of focusing on Mogaru (AKA Golarion Godzilla who actually does attack the city in Fists of the Ruby Phoenix), I was drawn to Jakabu the Ethereal Leviathian. Jakabu's a flying whale surrounded by undead sea creatures who I like to think may have been inspired in part by the bakekujira yokai. He exudes a Princess Mononoke "nature is mad at the world" presence that I liked, and since I was never able to run the Spelljammer Astral Whale-filled campaign of my dreams for D&D 5e, I figured that now was the right time for a kujira kaiju to take to the skies. Plus, Jacky had mentioned at one point during March of the Dead 1 or 2 that it would be cool to fight an undead whale.

Since the party was level 10 by now and had gone from a village to a castle, it was time to escalate the stakes by giving them an entire city to explore. Jakabu was literally raining thalassic horror on Goka thanks to a bunch of Circle of Despair terrorists from Minkai who were controlling him, and the baddies were led by a Sephiroth-esque bishounen who was in league with a greedy nalfeshnee. (Shout out to Undying Corruption and the good people at Nine Heavens Press for inspiring me with their geumdwaeji, a pig-like demon who takes a lot from both Korean myth and the traditional depiction of the nalfeshnee.) I like hexcrawls, and this "city under crisis" setup was perfect for a simple hex map featuring a slew of random encounters for the party to explore as they traversed Goka's streets. Keeping the Resident Evil theme alive, I looked to Resident Evil 6's China levels for a vibe to emulate. That game has a ton of problems, but the levels in the fake Chinese city Lanshiang remain an awesome standout worthy of becoming inspirational fuel.

March of the Dead 3 ended with the party battling the bad guys atop Jakabu himself, Shadow of the Colossus-style. Along the way they friended the famous sorcereress Hao Jin, who restored Tapio back to his human body via cloning and also gave me an excuse to speak in goofy HK English/Singlish. Which leads me to another important point - I mentioned earlier that this was my first time GMing for a group with plenty of podcasting experience. But it was also my first time GMing for a group composed entirely of players of East Asian descent. This meant that in all three March of the Deads, I was able to make a lot of cultural in-jokes that would've either gone over the heads of another group or simply been inappropriate. These ranged from your typical weeaboo jokes (Ozark read dozens of issues of the world-renowned chapbook SHONEN LEAP while on the trip to Tian Xia) to pitting the party against NPCs who cussed at 'em in crappy Cantonese. This is the sort of thing that often happens when a group composed solely of people of color (or other marginalized folks) get together at the gaming table, and it's freeing, fun, and something that needs to happen more often for every POC who decides to run an RPG.

We started our little March of the Dead trilogy in June 2022, and now we've finished in June 2023. Because of unforseen factors, the Lost Omens: Tian Xia books that we worked on still aren't out yet. But despite delays caused by OGL debacles, I'm supremely glad that my co-workers and I got a chance to catapault off the back of a freelance writing assignment to play for a year. I can guarantee that everything this crew produced for those two Lost Omens books is going to knock the socks off of whoever reads it.

As for me, I'm putting Book of the Dead down for now, since inspiring a three-part FRANCHISE is more than enough usage for an RPG supplement. But who knows where the muse will strike next. Howl of the Wild, the next themed Pathfinder book that I was also lucky enough to work on, comes out in 2024, and I betcha there's enough material in that one too for a year's worth of goofy, high quality fun.

[todayisafridaynight]

Something about you just randomly becoming an Adachi stan is fr the funniest shit ever to me sorry hdgdgdg

Of all the dilfs/gilfs,,,, but yknow what welcome to the club l m a o

its what the dome decided i dont make the rules, i just follow them after having one of the coziest dreams of my life

[compassionatereminders]

So I have been having an incredibly rough time with my mental health so I thought I'd share just a few positives that have happened despite it:)

I cut my hair the shortest it's ever been. Like it can only go shorter if I full on buzzed it. And I absolutely love it so that's helped with being happy!

I had my first interview this week and it went incredibly well and I'm proud of myself for accomplishing that since it was aajor trigger for my anxiety.

I've completed three different paintings and made headway on a fourth.

I've listened to my favourite music and watched a really good show on Netflix that I enjoyed.

I've talked with my friends even though talking is sometimes pretty hard.

My cat sat by me so much today and gave the coziest cuddles.

In a really dark time, these are just a few positives I've tried to find for myself:)

Thanks for letting me share them!

Oh my god, just look at you doing an absolutely amazing job despite feeling like shit! Have an applause cause this is fucking impressive and you deserve to be really proud of yourself! 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏