#which is maybe a silly thing to want but human connection is like food for the soul and such and i am not eating well right now

[invisiblecities1972]

it’s almost funny how i genuinely have 0 friends idk how everyone else does it

[nezz-cringe-crib]

LAWLIGHT HEADCANONS LAWLIGHT HEADCANONS LAWLIGHT HEADCANONS PLSS

Share your winsdom with us mortals

ALSO- Some L angst maybe? I like seeing him suffer bc he is my favorite blorbo and I love making my blorbos suffer

(only if you are comfortable with it, ofc. Don't wanna push anything :) )

OOOOUGHH AAAAAA ABSOLUTELY

i always suck at giving hcs off the fly, but here's some i've thought up of before and like to think about instead of sleeping :333 (be warned that they're all pretty vanilla lolz. my hcs are basic. i just like my blorbos.)

Lawlight hcs:

blorbbooo tiiimmeeeee :33 - i personally really like fluffy lawlight things, but a lot of those are usually for aus and everything (since i can't see them being very fluffy in the normal death note plot). but i like to imagine them having stupid teenage-like crush moments with each other. like maybe during the yotsuba arc or something, L wants more sweets but watari is already out doing something, so his dramatic ass is just whining about "oh woe is me....... there's nothing in the vicinity for me to munch on......... how will i ever go on......." and then to get him to shut up, light begrudgingly either bakes something for L (which could probably lead to a lot of silly shenanigans with stupid dorky smiles before light immediately takes it back and starts bickering with L again), or light convinces L to go buy some sweets from a bakery in town (and then L gets distracted because there's multiple sweet-filled stores and his greedy ass has to try all of them so now they're essentially just going on a date trip around all the sweet stores in town). - also to add onto that last bullet, there's this one fic i just read last night that was so stupid and adorable and i loved it. it's called "You can't have my name, but you can have my number" and i recommend checking it out if you like short and sweet fluffy fics. :] (and if you want more fluffy fics, go read everything @rawrlight has made. his fics are so fucking good please read them i am obsessed with them actually pleasepleasepleaseplease) - L is surprisingly good with kids and light won't admit it but he's kinda into it. - L nonchalantly shares food with light and light totally overthinks the shit out of it. - they totally pick at each other for everything. light picks at L for every unsanitary thing he does. L picks at light for having an unnecessarily long and complicated hygiene routine (i like to imagine he has a shit ton of hair and skincare products). anybody who walks past the bathroom while they're in it is bound to hear non-stop bickering. (or, if you really wanna match my freak, have matsuda open the bathroom door while they're getting ready only to see them in the middle of a fight. whether the pose they're in looks compromisingly homosexual is up to you my dear sillies).

uhhhhhh and that's all i can think of for now. awww zoinks.....

but now L angst headcanons yipeeeeeeeee :33333

L angst hcs:

ooougghhhh buckle up boyz... it's angsty tism time..... - i don't think L was ever good at making friends (this is very much a projected headcanon but shshshshshsh ignore that). despite being insanely intelligent and pretty damn good at whatever he sets his mind to, i don't think he ever got the hang of making deep, personal connections. and i feel like he wants to. throughout his whole life, maybe he wanted to make friends but it always just fell flat. maybe as a child there were times where thought he had made a friend, only to realize those feelings were not reciprocated. despite everything he tried, he was just never "human" enough to seemingly make all those lasting connections that he analyzes so deeply. and i think he probably gave up on trying at some point. and all of this is why i feel like his connection with light is so important. even though he knows it'll end in tragedy and that he will die by light's hand, he still can't help but feel... a little more human with light. and i think he'd risk death in order to feel like that one more time. - i don't usually like reading/seeing heavily angsty stuff, but i remember seeing somebody headcanon that they thought L went through solitary confinement as a child in the wammy house, and i always thought that was interesting. i'm not gonna expand on it though since heavy angst isn't really my vibe. (i love making my blorbos suffer, but not too much.) - yeah most of my L angst is him just being incredibly lonely. in the sense of "he doesn't cry about it (he's probably only cried once in his life and that was probably as a very young child), but there's always been some missing piece in his heart that just can't ever seem to be filled". - actually-- loneliness and his inhumanity. that's what i fuck with the most. though they kind of intertwine, so. yeah i kinda just sound like a broken record atp but sshhhhhhhhhhh it pays off (sometimes) i swear. - he also has a lot of religious trauma in my eyes (again, projection). i know he's not religious or anything, but i feel like he'd fit that song "Dear God" by XTC a lot. - oh and he also sulks a fuckton. he doesn't cry, he pouts and goes to stand in the rain while reminiscing on old memories. that's what his emo dramatic ass does and i fucking love him for it.

that's all i can really think of right now. hopefully that's somewhat entertaining. most of my headcanons are very basic compared to other people i've seen, but they are still special in my heart. :))))

[solomons-poison]

5 with obm dateables??

Having a Crush on S/O

A/N: Thank you for requesting and sorry it took so long?? I might be getting sick.... I'm just going to do the original dateables since we don't have a lot of info regarding the newer ones yet and not sure I could come up with much info for them besides maybe Mephisto, I hope thats ok. ❤️ These turned out a little long but were fun to do!

Featuring: GN reader || Diavolo x reader, Barbatos x reader, Simeon x reader, Solomon x reader

Warnings: silly fluff, some angst

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Diavolo

If anything makes Diavolo forget his age, it's the crush he has on you. He feels like a giddy schoolboy with his first crush (or at least, what he imagines it to feel like). It's such a foreign feeling to him, being so emotionally invested in a single person, as his attention is often focused on the Devildom as a whole and the good of his people, not leaving much time or room to develop close personal connections.

He does his best to hide it, or at least thinks he's good at hiding it. And he is, for the most part. But all it takes is those closest to him, Barbatos especially, to notice and pick up on the little changes he experiences whenever he's around you. Lucifer may notice it as well, but he'll refrain from acknowledging it.

Diavolo isn't afraid of smiling or laughing in general, but it's definitely more genuine when they're directed at you. He'll invite you over for tea and baked goods more and more frequently. He'll ask after you without a second thought or refer to you when he tries something new, like a new pastry, commenting almost without thinking about how he thinks you'd like this food, which Barbatos definitely notices.

Of course, it goes without saying that as the Prince of the Devildom, there's more than a few obstacles standing in the way of pursuing a relationship with you. But regardless of what the mind says, he can't stop his heart from pounding when you smile up at him, and it makes him wish he could steal you away for himself.

Barbatos

Barbatos is a master at hiding his feelings. When he has a crush, no one knows, not even Diavolo, his fluttering heart and trembling fingers the only things to possibly give him away, and only if you have a very discerning eye (and ear lol). Otherwise, his emotions are hidden behind his mask, calculating, considering what to do about this conundrum.

As one of the human world exchange students, he knows it would be inappropriate for the Prince of the Devildom's right hand man to court you. Not to mention, he's no fool. He sees the way the Avatars and Diavolo look at you. And especially when it comes to his Lord, it's second nature to him to not get in his way. But that can't stop his heart from thumping extra hard when he hears your name being mentioned, or when you come to visit at the castle.

So instead, he takes what he can get with a sense of grace, staying close to you for just a little longer than usual when you visit the castle for tea. Though it may be a little painful, he has learned to be happy with what he can get, and so long as you are happy as well, that's what is most important to him.

Simeon

It takes a bit for Simeon to realize that he has a crush on you. He'd convinced himself that he didn't have those kinds of feelings towards you; he truly believed that he felt the same sense of love towards you that he felt for all humans.

But seeing the way the brothers fight over you and vie for your attention, the way that even Michael and Luke were so interested in you, he realized one day that he wanted to do the same. He wanted to capture your attention for himself, be close to you, drink in your laughter and smiles.

It surprised himself, the depth of his feelings for you, and when he saw you smiling at someone else, he was further surprised at the feelings of jealousy that came up. It's not that he was innocent at all, he just never had reason to feel like this before. But the last thing he'd want to do is scare you or make you feel uncomfortable by feeling possessive when you weren't even together.

So despite his ever-growing feelings, he'll do his best to keep it under wraps. He may test the waters, occasionally flirting with you to gauge your response, and only if he feels you're open to his advances, then he may pursue you. But if you're not, he won't blame you; he'll just be happy to be close with you, romantically or platonically.

Solomon

When Solomon realizes he has a crush on you, he's honestly kind of blindsided. Though he'd never admit it out loud, he thought he was a little old to be developing something as young-sounding as a crush. But he supposes he shouldn't be surprised, given the way you impress him at every turn, wrangling the 7 Avatars and even the Prince of the Devildom with relative ease, the speed with which you developed your powers and learned to cast spells and summon.

Having these feelings is a little anxiety-inducing to him. Given his immortal life span, developing a relationship means anticipating its eventual end, and you've grown too important to him for him to shake off his worries. There's many things that he's forgotten over the years because they happened so long ago, and the last thing he wants is to forget you too.

Perhaps he can research into making you immortal too, if that was something you wanted...

But he'll try not to get ahead of himself. Although he wants to develop his relationship with you, he will wait for you to make the first move to ensure that this is something you want and that you understand both the pros and cons of dating an immortal. He'll still keep up his sweet talking and occasional flirting, testing the waters of how much affection he can shower you with. But he'll keep the brunt of his affection hidden until you can help him quell his worries.

[candylungs]

Okay I LOVED your Evan x reader thingie it’s dark and I love it ! Can you write something Herman x reader pre entity ? Because he’s the kind of person to have a facade and only show his true self after seducing the object of his obsession and would make great dark fic as well :3c

Notes: Imagine taking on an intern job at some hush, hush facility for the benefits and ending up getting turned into a electro controlled doll by the most unassuming looking guy on the pay roll

Anyway here is this answered after almost a year later. It’s been finished for a while but I went through a phase of hating it lmao.

Contains: Drugging. Surprisingly pretty tame in actions until the end. Wholly fucked intentions though. Typical DBD killer personality.

Robotic Intimacy

Herman Carter “The Doctor” x Reader

Virus-quick and all-consuming, your little town belonged to the CIA in less than a month. You knew that’s who they were, but everyone had the sensibilities to simply call them The Government. Suits hated to be called by their names. If they didn’t look so mundane in business formal, you’d think them strange and faery-like for it.

And besides, The Government meant money. Nothing compared to what they smeared on each other, but cash was enough to excite anyone where the water supply was more fluoride than water.

Missy’s Diner replaced three whole booths. The road downtown only had one pothole. You had a job that left you money at the end of the month to take a trip to the city; without avoiding the tolls.

You liked the women you worked with, could tolerate the men in the halls. When you brought your boss the bill from the Dentist, they paid it. If you were sick, they told you to stay home and that day showed up on your paycheck as a shift worked. Your mother hugged you and said she was proud and her smile didn’t fall when she said it.

Maybe there were unsavory things you saw, too. But all that good The Government brought turned your head; they paid you enough to forget.

@

He liked hearing you talk. And you talked always, to everyone, about any little thing.

Herman’s revolving door of secretaries always liked you, your stories always filled their mouths. You had that easy charm that came from an untangled mind.

You worried about money and not much else. Which was nice—Herman’s head was so overfull that your plain talk felt like a tipped bucket. He floated after being with you, worked better. And increasingly, felt that human want for further connection.

Wouldn’t it be nice to talk to you, for a change. For you to sit and hear him out on all the buzzing innovation zipping about in his brilliant brain.

At first, you were oh-so hesitant. But Herman toyed at being just as shy, tripping through his ideas without divulging the details most everyone in the facility turned their eyes from.

“There’s this nice restaurant in town,” he said slow, delighted at how quickly your eyes un-glazed at the word ‘nice’. “I’ve never been.”

Your smile was eager. “Why not, Dr. Carter? You deserve a break!”

“It seems a waste to go alone....”

You nodded, your gloves, prettily decorated with flowers at the wrist, folded like white blossoms against your drab blue dress. “Then take someone with you, silly.”

“What a wonderful idea,” Herman said, pressing at the back of his head, willing the electric weight of discovery to wait a bit longer. “Would you like to come with me?”

@

You dined on delicate plates decorated in foams and smokes and emulsions so often now that you had become expectant.

Each week, every Friday, you lay in wait for his invitation. Even as the sky grew dark and your eyes darted toward the clock, you stayed until Herman mentioned a nice restaurant.

And every Saturday you applauded the daring innovation presented in food and conversation. Which was sublime. Your actual understanding was never needed. Simply your admiration.

Herman felt emboldened.

Sharing a rich red wine, your baby blue petticoat peeking from underneath your dress as you sat on his secretary’s desk, he kissed you for the first time.

Smiling with girlish demure, you kept your eyes downward and allowed him to cup your cheek and kiss you again. But you held his hand with yours as he skimmed the edge of your petticoat.

“That’s too fast, Herman.”

He breathed your name, “You are my dearest sounding board, my darling cheerleader. I can’t contain myself, I apologize.”

Accepting his words, you threaded your fingers through his.

“I never dated in highschool,” you said. “But I always wished I could’ve been pinned by a smart, sweet boy like you.”

“You’d like a pin,” Herman said, pleased. Academics had swallowed him whole as a child. He had blinked and been a grown man, with zero experience in wooing.

But he knew people. He knew what they wanted. What they needed. And what they thought they could hide.

You nodded, “But we aren’t high schoolers, so a pin would be silly. If it were something more adult…”

The first thought to emerge from the thundering static were practical things.

Overly large goggles, specially tempered, to spare you from the nauseating glow of electricity as you clung to his arm and marveled at the efficacy of his methods. As you laughed with him over screams.

A tailored white coat that kept your womanly figure in mind as you handed him his needed tools. And perhaps squeezed his arm with a compliment or encouragement as you did so.

Most needed of all would be the metal crown he was so, so close to perfecting.

People were cowardly, flighty creatures. They saw the full majesty of what they couldn’t understand and they ran.

You weren’t any exception. Herman could wait years and tie you to him with a ring, a home, and children—you could still leave. You could still fall asleep fully entrapped in a life he’d handed you on a crackling, silver platter, wanting to leave him.

The very thought was maddening. The women that had come before you had never made it to this point so smoothly. They had all been too keen. Too quick to catch on. The blame for that was his own.

Error of want over need. He had wanted an observant, highly educated woman. He understood now he needed you.

“We’ll pick something nice out,” he said finally.

Your smile was brilliant and you kissed him vigorously, not stopping even when his hand trailed high on your thigh, slipping under your petticoat.

“Oh, Herman,” you said into a kiss, “You’re the most wonderful man.”

He knew everything must go as planned when you let him take you then and there, tugging him close and whispering wonderful encouragement as he came inside you.

@

You were overly pleased with yourself.

A thin gold chain with well-crafted charms jingled pleasantly from your wrist.

Several delicate rings brought flair when you wore them over your favorite white, satin gloves.

And best of all, genuine pearls wound around your neck every morning.

Herman was generous. He loved you feverishly. Any little thing you hinted toward liking, he gave.

Your ex had been beside himself last week at church, puckering as you soured his day with high praise for Herman—for his prestige, genius, and wealth.

The jealousy of people made you lustrous. You swallowed their envy like slick oysters, licking your lips after each seething look or tepid congratulations.

He was a perfect gentleman. Whatever he did for the government wasn’t your concern. And he never tried to make it so. Instead, he told you pretty things. He impressed you with innovation fit for meal time.

The logistics of sending men to the moon. The way a body can tattle on liars. All the wonderful ways humans are superior to everything but space and time.

He’d invited you to a special dinner in his lab. Laughing at the look on your face when he’d first suggested it, Herman had promised it would simply be a dinner and not a demonstration—those were strictly confidential.

You had never been to the lab, only his office toward the front of the building, where you and the majority of the other secretaries worked.

Rose petals appeared in the middle of the hall after you’d turned the last corner. They pointed straight ahead, into the mouth of two open doors that swallowed the end of the hall.

He must be proposing.

Your smile was radiant as you took delicate steps down the stairs beyond the doors. The heels were new and higher than you were used to but they were beautiful and Herman had bought them the moment you gasped at seeing them.

He was entranced, doing every little thing you hinted at.

You enjoyed the feeling of him wrapped around your finger.

@

The sight of you descending the stairwell and entering the chamber of all his best invention made Herman tremble with anticipation.

He had finally done it. He had figured it out. He understood now the path you and he would travel down.

Dwelling within him was an insatiable urge to kill everything in a person but the truth. And every single moment in the process was enjoyable.

You couldn’t understand that yet. But he would show you. And most importantly, he would make you stay.

Herman held out a flute of bubbling champagne, “My dear,” he said. “You are so beautiful tonight.”

Demure, you sipped the sweet and bitter alcohol, “thank you, Herman. You look very smart in that doctor’s coat.”

“Let us toast to a beautiful night,” Herman said, drinking deeply and waiting till you did the same to continue. “Tonight marks the rest of our lives, sweetling.”

“You mean…”

Herman smiled cartoonishly wide, “Yes. I mean to marry you. Will you say yes?”

The ring he removed from his coat pocket was boisterous, the large diamonds glittering as he slipped it on her finger.

“Of course I say yes,” you said quickly. “Of course I’ll marry you!”

You allowed him to seat you at a small, wooden table, covered in a long white cloth. He took your empty flute as you admired the ring. You took his hand before he could walk away and kissed his knuckles.

Eyes wet with happiness, you kissed his hand again.

“You’re the best man I could have ever asked for. I love you, Herman.”

He pet your hair and leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“I love you,” he said back. “I shall fill you up with everything I can’t stand to know alone. You are my sacred still waters.”

Your smile fell a little, but Herman didn’t need to play with pretenses any longer. You’d obediently drank the champagne. You could no longer leave him.

“You mean…. your work?”

Herman kneeled before you and kissed from your jaw to your clavicle, before nuzzling into the soft mound of your cleavage.

“Yes, my work,” he said. “My life’s work.”

“H…er..man?”

He held as you began to realize the strangeness of your body, as you thrashed, and as fell forward, unconscious.

Herman sighed, shoulders liquid as he slid to the floor with you cradled to him. Finally, he would crown you his queen and never worry where your thoughts stray. He would crack your skull open, know all your secrets, and so too would you know his.

Ever smiling, encouraging, and his.

[awesome-normal-heroes]

Defending the Pink Princesses with Grey Mortality:

Some people like to give Princess Bubblegum and Rose Quartz such a hard time.

But why on earth is that?

Sure, they did morally messed up things, but so did the other characters in their shows.

So, why are these pink ladies given the most grief over their mistakes?

I think I know why.

It's because people expect them both to be perfect.

But the sad truth is that nobody is perfect, not even our favorite characters.

But I also understand that learning the characters you like ended up doing messed up things can mess with your own head.

Princess Bubblegum was originally Finn's love interest (even though Finn is 12 and she's 18... why?) and she was a sweet person, despite some of her mad scientist quirks.

But when Finn got a new love interest (Flame Princess), the writers decided to change Bubblegum's personality quite a bit.

They slowly made Bubblegum into a control freak that spies on everyone and she isn't quite as warm as she used to be.

...Yeah, even I didn't like that the writers did to her sometimes.

But to be fair, the fantasy world that they live in is a dangerous place (in even rains swords sometimes) and the candy people are literally at the bottom of the food chain. Most of the candy people are not the brightest people, with only a select few actually being smart (like Peppermint Butler). Also, candy people explode when they get too scared.

It's no wonder she's so viciously overprotective and controlling.

She also had no true parents and basically raised herself and her brother, so she doesn't know better about certain things.

And unlike others shows that would most likely sugarcoat or ignore a main character's flaws and mistakes, some of the other characters are aware of how messed up Bubblegum has become.

Later on, Bubblegum gets called out for her mistakes a few times and she even get punished when she temporarily loses her kingdom.

And when she gets it back, she gets better and less controlling.

You gotta give her credit for that.

She isn't perfect, she makes mistakes, but she's trying to improve herself for all her loved ones.

At the end of the day, she just wants to protect her people and the kingdom that she created, because their world is a silly yet dangerous place and most of her kingdom is dim-witted.

Meanwhile, Rose Quartz aka Pink Diamond was originally seen as Steven's perfect heroic deceased mother that everyone in his family loved.

But like Bubblegum, her flaws and mistakes are slowly revealed to us, showing us that she's not as perfect as her loved ones think she is.

She is smart, but not very wise.

She doesn't think about how certain choices can cause possible consequences in the future.

She also has a tendency to ditch people (Diamonds, Crystal Gems, Spinel) and keep secrets from them.

Steven even begins to kinda resent her.

Especially after the Pink Diamond plot twist.

Which I'm not a big fan of.

But to be fair, she was raised and surrounded by evil gems.

So, it makes sense that she's not the most moral or wisest person sometimes.

I'm just saying that considering her messed-up life before coming to Earth and how she was raised, she could have turned out a lot worse.

At the end of the day, she did save the Earth and wanted to protect the humans.

Plus, she's already technically dead, so there's not much that can be done about her anyway.

And I think that the true reason Rose had Steven at the cost of her life is so that the Crystal Gems can finally have a proper bond with a human being and understand why Rose cares about them.

Because the Crystal Gems didn't have any actual human friendships, before Steven arrived (except maybe Amethyst).

They protected the Earth because that's what Rose wanted.

But Steven helped the Gems finally connect with humanity.

Both pink ladies have done horrible things, but they've also done wonderful things as well... Shouldn't that count for something?

[virovac]

Honestly feel the Carnivores series could make an okay movie adaptation

Game premise for those unfamiliar: you have paid for privilege hunt alien equivalents of prehistoric Earth Fauna on a plant run by a hunting safari company, who bought the planet after failed colonization attempts. They tried building some facilities on the surface but at this point… from what if can tell it’s mostly just a spaceship comes down to drop off and pick up customers and what they kill or tranquillize. So most facilities are probably orbital or in areas lacking megafauna.

Imagine a scene where skinning a dead “wooly mammoth” and realizing underneath that hair it really does not look much like an elephant

There are also mysterious arcaheology with ghostly voices, and strange yeti that could be reinterpreted as the classic dumb speculative idea of “dinosauroid” but covered in insulator feathers.

Th T-Rex analogues are also possibly smarter than they seem , since unlike other predators they don’t seem food motivated since they don’t eat the player but beat them to death ,and never get bored or tired to stop chasing you. And they send out calls so more T-Rex’s will join the chase. One broke through a wall of a fort which is part of why attempts at building facilities on the planet stopped.

There was a dropped game idea of poachers: those who didn’t fill out the paperwork and land without permission and without regard for the rules.This gives a perfect human antagonist.

You could easily combine all the that into a plot of the tyrannosaurs as guardians of the planet tied to the strange extinct civilization and a poacher antagonist meeting his end when the plots intersect.

Can maybe incorporate the ice age inspired animals by having the poacher sabotage the ship and cause a crash landing detour, or just give them cameos in trophy rooms or in-universe advertisements

I’m imagining some futuristic satire possible like saying “it’s a good thing companies are more long term in interest since the stock market was abolished, or else the dinosaurs would be extinct again”

Might want to not do references to Stonehenge like in the second game, at this point connecting it to aliens would be silly… but if you make it only superficially like stone henge an make the like solid blocks rather than stacked could fit the weird atmosphere of it being a not-right mirror world, or imply Dinohunt Corp company faked it perhaps trying to further cash in in similarities between Earth and this planets archaeology and provide a landmark for hunters. The fact they don’t have the mysterious voices and are in the area of an abandoned settlement by Dinohunt Corp could add credence.

A fake archaeological site is also in spirit of the community which still has lots of hoaxes to this day with similar energy to “finding Mew under a truck”.

[zatdummesmadchen]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers 💜💜

*gasps* of course!!! Tyvm!!! I don't have many friends but I could tag some of my mutuals who might or might not like me (*^-゜)vThanks! In no particular order:

CATS !!!!

adorable creatures. can do wrong. very spicy, sweet, and have lots of personality. stupid af but very elegant. they are so silly :3 and do funny tricks, which is very thearatic. very much love. come in many shapes, forms, and colours. I love the ones that look completely moronic.

Look at these idiots. pure beauty. They have nothing in their brains ‼️‼️‼️ ofc I luv beauty/sad cats too, I just relate more to these dumbpussies.

Reading/watching

I love reading anything basically, mythologies, psychology, myths, different cultures, planets, stars, biology, sometimes politics especially when it comes to human rights and class systems, novels and fanfics, especially when it's dark, raw, messy. Wish I had made a list but my life is such a mess that I can't keep track of things the way I wish I could.... but!!! I love silly slow romances, yknow victorian or Christian vibes because the stakes are so high that makes you go- Ooooooooh I see u honhon. Love cultural and ancient romances, desi, East Asian, slavic. It doesn't even have to be about romance. I just love knowing about different things!!!! Especially countries.

Also watching. Space videos, myths & legends, horror, thriller, dark shows. I just don't really get the time to watch things... also many animes!!!

Food/cooking/bake

FOOD!!!! Seafood, vegetables, chicken, meat, dairy whatever!!! Make it flavorful and spicy and I will eat it 😋 especially trying new food or making it from different cultures. I don't have any allergies hehe and am not picky. I would also love to bake and make many things one day!!! And share it with my family or friends mostly. Also new drinks!!!

I want to make this cute recipe book, mostly some from my mom's/dad's cooking and add some stuff from different cultures !!! And basically pass it down to my children so they can try it too.

Hmm. Next.... Writing??? Editing???

Okay, so I do love writing stuff, poems, drafts, my own opinions, stories, and fanfics, and I love!! Making my posts look decent, at the very least. Some aesthetic edits and posts!!! I think it can be stressful, though, especially when there isn't much engagement or my brain is mushy, but I still love it in a way. I love playing with pictures, coming up with colour combinations, and all. It just... It feels nice. Especially because I like my thoughts to look orderly, neat. Otherwise, I genuinely feel like losing my mind.

This is embrassing but.... conversations, comments, thoughts

I actually really like it when people want to share their thoughts with me, their ideas and opinions, maybe just some asks even. No matter how silly it is. I like talking with people, even though it can be so anxious because I low-key think that everyone is out to get me lmaoooo. But yeah, I like it when someone takes some time to talk with me, even if it's just a tag on a bizarre meme. It makes me feel connected with others. Embrassing to admit it tbh pfft.

There are many more things but meh I will end it here!!! Thank you very much for this ask ☆ ✨️🌻🐝

[mellowoafrascalmuffin]

You're half human/demon:

𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓪

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Growing up between two worlds is such a lonely and troubling experience. Few can relate and those that could are hard to find when needing someone to talk and joke about one’s own experiences. Especially when those worlds are mundane and supernatural. One world is seen as weak and seeks to try and control what they don’t understand. The other is seen as malicious and wish to destroy and enslave creatures they see as pathetic.

But my parents defied such silly stereotypes.

My father was a royal guard, the best in the kingdom, and had earned himself a title after slaying a dragon. And my mother was a succubus, the Luzbel kind. When they had me, they decided to raise me in the human realm until I was old enough to visit the demon realm, as her home and the other demons that live there are… complicated. But, humans are just the same. Threats, humiliation, outcasted by my own. Some would even attempt physical harm on me. Though, those kinda guys are easy work and very quick to beg for their lives. I used to have friends when I was little. My claws haven’t come in, my wings, small and foldable, and my horn was nothing but a numb that could be hidden with a hat. The trickier part was my tail, which left me wearing baggy pants just to try and hide it.

But as I grew up, so did my demonic appearance and traits.

The Luzbel, a scholar race, are a very… by-the-books kind. Orderly in thought and behavior, yet having strong opinions on things we show interest in. We are also quite intelligent. Back then, I was seen as the weird but smart kid. Usually, they only wanted to be my friend for help with school work, but some wanted to get closer to me.

Sadly, as I grew, those around me would grow distant.

My intellect made others envious and fearful, as I quickly ranked top of my classes. Even more so. as my appearance changed to what others described as “beautifully uncanny”. By the time I graduated from high school my mother brought me to her realm as a celebratory vacation. But, she also told me that it is tricky to come back to the human realm, so it may take some time.

My time in the demon realm was… interesting, to say the least.

Apparently, a lot was going on at that time.

New leadership, a new age, and destroyed land after a giant war from disagreement. A dictatorship began, and now it seems like it is here to say. Life goes on, but everyone keeps their heads down, in fear of angering the king.

Though, I guess my time there was nice. My mother said nothing of interest goes on in her realm like my father’s. And, despite the realm now being ruled by an iron fist, things are kinda peaceful here. Or as peaceful as it can get… Most of them have complex and difficult personalities. Some rather talk with their fist, flex their superiority, or are just plain unpleasant.

But others are alright. I got to meet and connect with my kind in mothers hometown. All of them are just like her and I. It felt like home, even though I’d been there for a few days.

I was even able to make a friend here- but she’s different from me. Her name is Nora and she’s a Hala. A gluttonous race and are easy to manipulate with food. I met her-er, well… she met me when I was having a little snack I brought to remind me of home.

“Hey… can… I have… some?”

I was taken by surprise. Most of us prefer to float, so we leave no footsteps, but our awareness is the best of most animals, maybe greater.

“Uh… sur-” Before I could finish my sentence she was already eating my sweet bread… Right out of my hand… Until it was gone.

Munch munch “Fank munch oo.”

“Uhhhhh… You're welcome?”

Who would have thought that such a strange encounter would be the start of a beautiful friendship?

We hung out most of the time I've been in the demon realm, though she's not the brightest and only really talks about food, but I enjoyed her company nonetheless. And when it was time for me to go back to the human realm, we wished each other goodbye.

…

Years passed and I decided that I wanted to go back to the demon realm and follow the work my mother and our kind do. Mother was more than happy to bring me back to her realm and follow in her footsteps; not least to my father's dismay. He doesn’t like that I will be living somewhere, but I’m an adult now, so he can’t really do anything but voice his concerns. In the end, we all just hugged and prepared for my departure. Mother will help me again, with bringing me back to the demon realm, but this time I‘ll be on my own as Mother very much loves my father and she wants to stay close to father as he grows old.

….

It feels like time passes rather quickly in the demon realm, but that might be because I’ve grown up in the human realm and am now in a different time zone. In that time though, I was able to find a job as a librarian. A common job for my race. But, I will admit, things are quite boring here. My home world had something happening almost every day; yet here not a lot happened even when the previous ruler was here. At least that is what the older demons say. But, I have Nora here to keep me company. I thought I would never see her again, as the demon realm is surprisingly big. And I don’t have any food on me like last time. She said she enjoys my company. At least that's what I think she meant. The Hala’s seem to have a problem talking, as I’ve seen. She follows me around a lot and helps out with my work. Is this what having a friend is like? And if it is, I don’t want that feeling to stop.

…..

I sit next to Nora at one of the library's desks. She eating some kind of foreign food she got from a Kusu; it smells good. She’s eating rather quickly and sloppily, but I don’t mind. It adds a little amusement to the quiet and dull setting. Just hope she doesn’t get any on my work. But, she stops suddenly and began sniffing the air.

“Something wrong, Nora?” She continued sniffing until she was literally on my shirt.

“H-HEY!?”

“Oh! S…Sorry”

“I-it's alright. But, what’s the matter with you?”

“You… smell weird.”

Huh? I thought. But, I took a shower this morning though.

“Um… Well… What do I smell like?”

“You… smell like… a human.”

Hearing those words made my heart drop. Human… Humans have a smell? Maybe I’m nose-blind from living with them all my life but… Damn, what should I say to her? Nora’s not the brightest one in the bunch, but I shouldn’t lie to her. Well… She deserves to know the truth. Even if it destroys our relationship.

“Nora… I’ve… haven’t been entirely truthful to you.”

“Eh!?” She seemed shocked. At least I think so. It’s sometimes hard to tell with her bangs in the way.

“I’m not really a Luzbel- Or at least fully one. I’m… Half… H-human.” I managed to stutter out.

“Human?”

“Yes.”

“WOAH!!!”

She said with a big goofy smile.

“Y/n… Human… which means… Y/n… get lots of… human food… right?”

I let out a sigh of relief and frustration. Well, at least she accepts me for who I am. Or at least what I am. Nora’s really dumb, but I couldn't ask for a better friend like her.

[nulltune]

color scheme update 4 my hakuno !! 🫡 it sounds a lil silly at first but!!!!! actually comes with a decent amount of Thoughts(TM) because egad the grip this girl has on me is insane . she turns me into an english teacher talking abt blue curtains fr

i talked about this with tsun (ty tsun dearest 🫶) so shoutout to him for bringing up many good points about this!! like how having hakuno being described in food terms gives her a very home-y comforting feeling which contrasts with her more aloof and rational personality /though she does become warmer with character development ✨️

makes me also think about sweets in particular too (duh) anfmd how even though they Are nice, they lack any nutritional value and won't fill your stomach up. reminds me of hakuno who wants to find love and connection but still feels so empty and lacking </3 (this is also a really fitting concept outside of colors or w/e because hakuno does like candy !)

not 2 mention how too much sweets is detrimental to your health ...... just like hakuno who (really has nothing good intentions but) often takes things to the extreme (e.g. selfless to the point of self destruction, she's a very "ride or die" kind of person, etc)

tsun also brought up how it reminded him of fairy tales (being desirable and appealing in that ✨️magical✨️ kind of way; and i like to think that hakuno looks very ethereal) (which is also nice because that contrasts with hakuno's desires to just be a normal human) and witch's house from hansel and gretel with how it looks very cute and sweet but the inside is . A Lot

hakuno's not blatantly deceptive like that thoo!!!! tsun (gigabrain) says it best with how hakuno's not the witch, she's more like the empty house, a waiting table. the idea of food comes here again too because hakuno's a very giving person 🥺 there's a lot she wants to give !!

OOOOHH and the sweets thing can come here ^ again too tho. it's how that sweet thing ultimately lacks any real substance </3

hakuno being described as like a doll from a fairy tale would be a really neat + fitting description for her tooo because 1. H..Hakuno Pretty,, 😳 bUT ALSO 2. it gives her this very otherworldly (not human) feel ..... which is all nice and pretty but Distant in a way

that's also why i like the way extra materials use 美形 (bikei) to describe hakuno because while it does translate to "beauty", the direct translation would be "beautiful form/shape". it could be unintentional word choice, but'd like to think it's because hakuno is more like object to be admired (here's that doll motif again !!!) than a legitimate person, if that makes sense :thonk:

since we're on this topic anyway-- my hakuno's hair turns from brown to white at the tips. it's inspired by what happens to sakura in ccc canon! a symptom of "deteoration"/"corrosion" due to being shaken up by an unidentified emotion-value (love) ... so methinks hakuno should get it too as someone who's actively trying to better find herself and understand her emotions and humanity 💖 (her hair's not gonna turn fully white, but i just think it'd be a neat reference)

it's a stretch ngl but it could also be neat if the white and curled tips of her hair gave the impression of seafoam maybe............. it rlly would suit her name toooo (白野岸波 meaning "white fields, shore waves")

[masterjedilenawrites]

Hi! I love your blog and was hoping to get a blind date set up if you're still doing them.

I'm a full time college student and a part time barista as well as an assistant speech and debate team coach on the side. I was on the team competitively until I graduated and returned to be an assistant coach when my younger brother joined the team. I used to work in childcare and am working on a degree to be a teacher, I'm very passionate about history and literature which is what I hope to teach.

I'm plus sized and kind of have a pastel goth aesthetic, lots of bright colors and makeup but in more gothic styles of that makes sense. I've got brown eyes and black hair, roughly 5'6 but I'm usually wearing boots so who knows anymore. I put a lot of effort into my appearance and self care. I'm the human embodiment of a guinea pig and a marshmallow; I'm soft and adorable but I'm loud and not afraid to call out things when I see them.

I've got four guinea pigs and a dog who are my entire world alongside my art and writing. Kids have always been drawn to me for years, it's not uncommon for me to go to the library or grocery store and have a little buddy appear asking me to help them find their adult or a good book.

I paint with acrylic mediums as well as henna and other body safe paint , I also write and read a ton in almost every genre and have a huge passion for theater and the arts as whole. My true love in life is glitter. No outfit is complete without glitter. My motto in life has been "Eat a cookie and be happy." I enjoy cooking, especially trying out new recipes but I cant say no to fresh fruit.

I look for humor in a partner, someone who can laugh at situations and not take things too seriously. I'm a huge advocate for solid boundaries and communication as well as respecting each other's independence. Someone who can reach the top shelf would be helpful though.

I think I know just the guy for you anon. Hope you like it!

Your date is...

✨Poe Dameron!✨

This guy... he's smooth and charming, but also fun and silly. You'll have an entertaining date, to be sure. He'll want to start it off by impressing you, picking you up in a cruiser and flying all around, showing off with barrel rolls or other little maneuvers just to hear your laughter. Eventually he'll settle back on the ground. He'll take your hand and walk with you through a farmer's market, insisting you stop at every stall and try every food sample.

There'll be plenty of chit-chat as you two pick your way through the vibrant market, getting to know each other while also enjoying the moment and all the unexpected surprises it brings. Like the cookies he tried that turned out to be dog biscuits, or the several canopies that blew over in a random gust of wind. Poe loves that you not only have these fun memories to share already, but that you seem to be building a strong connection, a level of comfort with each other that could very well turn into more.

Once the sun sets and your bellies are tired from food and laughter, he'll take you for one last cruise around the skies, this one much more gentle and relaxed. This is where your conversation will turn deeper, and he'll ask you how you feel, what you want, and maybe if it's okay to kiss you. If you ask for more dates, Poe will be a committed partner, supporting your studies and art, taking you on more adventures, and giving you space when you need it.

✨

Want to be set up on a blind date with a Star Wars character?

[iriemorning]

return to sender

fluency in words comes with great expectations. as i was widely read since young, people hang on to what i say and so i often feel that looming pressure on my shoulder whenever i speak out and inform. in contrast, ideas breeze to me like petals in spring. i see all these foods for thought and i am a mere basket catching all of them. but whenever it's time for me to present them into something people can digest, my words don't come out easily—both written and orally.

analyzing literature pieces and academic papers are relatively easier, since you already have a source material to relate to (which is what my current degree is all about) the key there is finding twisted connections. you're not creating concepts out of thin air, unlike writing fiction. it is one of the most soul-sucking practice a human can ever do, so fermenting my ideas for a long period of time is a must. there are a lot of stories in my roster gathering dust for years, waiting for the miracle when i would finally have the time of day to write their first draft. but alas, i'm a chronic procrastinator; very much in love with outlining and daydreaming scenes more than actually putting the work to churn out words on the blank page.

nowadays i'm working on that weakness by writing a page everyday. it's a snail pace but i hope i can make it a habit in the long run.

there are fortunate times wherein i catch fully ripe fruits in my basket. my expertise is putting together various petals from different flowers altogether, creating a new, unique flower. ripe fruits though, is the quintessence of art in its absolute form. they come in my all-time favorites [TV shows and movies, animangas, comics, books, music videos, albums, paintings] and what im striving to make someday; to have a complete opus with my style and trademark.

but there are also terrible times wherein i receive unripe ones from the mail. my former colleagues, for example, have asked me for advice about their unfinished pieces. some even prompted me to revise the entire manuscript itself (that's like giving away free labor, being an editor is not for the weak), or changing the entire plot based on my suggestions. like woah, why would you trust me that much?

which is why i always walk on eggshells when giving out constructive criticism, or making offhanded remarks, because it might make or break someone's morale and negatively affect how they make their artwork. that's the last thing i want. i am a firm believer that we should all maintain creative autonomy on our own works, and how we live our life in general

so here is a big disclaimer: please treat whatever i say here in my blog (experiences, tips, realizations) with a grain of salt. they're rather N of 1 trials: i am a lifeseeking-researcher but i am also my own sole test subject, always putting myself in this microscopic stance with the rest of the world as a petri dish. i cannot guarantee that whatever works for me will also work for you. and just because i make direct eye contacts with the sun doesn't mean you'd also follow me and make yourself blind. the world is in constant flux, our cells are always regenerating, the energies are always changing. i grow everyday, and some epiphanies i get may not be applicable anymore the day after tomorrow, or a year later.

only take whatever seems useful for you in my basket of confectionery then leave the rest, at your own discretion; maybe even pass it on to the next person.

and there's more: ever heard of unwanted deliveries? annoying calls from unregistered numbers masking themselves as urgent? there are times when i receive these rotten fruits; situations that seemingly require my immediate attention and action but doesnt really fit my forte in life. i am just like any other twenty-something-year-old-woman, living my normal college life, having silly little crushes, spending my teensy-weensy outdoor moments reflecting because i didn't do that when i was young (i was just like any other rebellious teen too, not so special). so i could have been any of you. i am not a superhero, a mad scientist, nor an aspiring cult-leader. just a creatively-constipated storyteller

if you still wanna stick around, then welcome to my humble abode (maybe even cure my word constipation... is that a yes?)

but if i receive unwarranted energies, trust that i will send it back to your address

with love, xx

[writingmaidenwarrior]

Sin Eaters Part 10

So last time we left, Talindra, Wynthan, Eshfyrr and Ylvante were at the archives for some ancestry research and learned Eshfyrr is actually Wynthan's cousin and some weird things is going on about Talindra having a twin sister who grew up on the horned one side of the city but authorities didn't thought their were their parents children.

Still at the archives, Eshfyrr and Wynthan have some talk about their family while Ylvante left already and Talindra is digging up the whereabout of her sister.

Some minor warning for the idiots of Wynthan and Talindra not being able to behave lol @cljordan-imperium

Anyone wanna read what happened before? Here is the masterlist

“She is taking a long time”, Wynthan wondered after he checked the bracelet for the time.

The last hour he and Eshfyrr talked about all the things he needed to know about the horned ones and how they got trained, about their family and some basic get to know each other.

The other one’s laughter surprised him, but also caught him in a funny way. It reminded him of his grandfather in this spooky way and proved in this strange way the family connection between them.

“Tal probably sits on the ground in front of the files and studies them to give us space to talk.”

“You make it sound like a reoccurring thing.”

“It is. Whenever someone needed private space, she just knew it and ended up in the weirdest places. Once she got into trouble because she slept in the canteen on one of the benches.”

For a brief moment, Wynthan was speechless, but the next, laughter bubbled up.

“Dear Eternals, what a silly woman.”

“But the best friend you can have”, Eshfyrr stated with a proud glow only to lean over conspirative and smirk at Wynthan, “Which leads me to one question.”

“If you want to ask if she drives me crazy, yes.”

“I could see this earlier.”

The amusement sparkled in Eshfyrr’s eyes and slowly Wynthan started to understand why he and Talindra liked each other so much: They both were mischievous little idiots. Playing along with his game, Wynthan copied Eshfyrr’s pose and stared him down.

“You want to ask something else, my nosy friend?”

“I know she is … let’s say a man eater.”

The amused huff by Wynthan clearly confused Eshfyrr but he continued anyway.

“But I could also tell you are taking it slow, otherwise you would have known she has a different side.”

“Now I am wondering how you happen to know this”, Wynthan teased with a suppressed smirk.

“We had been on plenty long-term mission, and you know there is no privacy with those tents…”

The defeated sigh that followed made him almost feel bad for Eshfyrr. He got up and stretched his back with a snicker.

“We should get her before she becomes a human pretzel, and we need to carry her.”

“I have a feeling she wouldn’t mind that”, Wynthan joined the snicker.

“You already got a taste of her playful side then.”

“And how much she can eat. I was afraid she would raid my mother’s kitchen for more yesterday.”

“Next time I like to join. Tal and I happen to like the same things when it comes to food and when she raids your mother’s cooking like a starving woman it must be delicious.”

A knowing smile appeared on Wynthan’s face as he got up himself.

“First, we need to introduce you to every horned one’s favorite sweet. And maybe it will distract her from being a little devil for a few hours.”

“Why do you call her this anyway?”, Eshfyrr asked amused.

“You know her longer than me. Tell me.”

“She can be a prankster for sure and loves to tease, but I don’t know if this qualifies her for being called a devil.”

“Thanks for stepping in for me, Esh”, Talindra came over from the hallway with a broad grin.

Something about the grin gave Wynthan the feeling she overheard more than the last sentence.

“Always having your back, Tal.”

“I know, that’s why I love you. So, where are you about the Ylvante situation?”

Eshfyrr looked at Wynthan with a puppy look that was almost heartbreaking, but Wynthan understood it. For now, they couldn’t do anything besides keeping a watchful eye on Ylvante.

“I am careful and skeptical around him. I contacted my mother with Wynthan’s help just minutes ago and we will see how this will go.”

Wynthan stepped next to Talindra while Eshfyrr talked and nudged her shoulder.

“Speaking of mothers. You found a lead about your sister? Or family?”

She rolled her eyes and nudged him back.

“I have a list with my mother’s siblings and her father who was the horned one. My twin sis got adopted by a Yrawyn Charit.”

“That is more than one lead. We should find an answer why none of them took her in.”

His gaze fell on the files in her hand.

“You forgot what was written in my mother’s file. The authorities didn’t believe her to be the mother because they had no record of the pregnancy.”

“What fucked up shit is this?”, Eshfyrr burst out, his eyes wide.

With a shrug Talindra opened the file on her notepad and showed it to him. Fascinated Wynthan stood by and watched how Eshfyrr proved again how fast he was with taking in new information and adjusting himself to a new situation. Once the teams would get announced Wynthan hoped they would get put together, even if this would mean dealing with Ylvante.

“But we have blood tests and so on that would have easily prove you are her children. Why didn’t they do it? We have records of each Sin Eaters DNA for whatever reasons.”

“We have what?”

Wynthan and Talindra asked at the same time, staring at Eshfyrr as if he became a monster right in front of them.

“Oh right, you don’t know because you got no field medic training. There is a data base with our DNA. They would have only needed a drop of your blood as baby and check up the data base to see if you are really your mother’s children. Even if the pregnancy went undetected, what happens a lot, this is no reason to doubt the motherhood and not find a proof.”

Slowly Wynthan raised a finger.

“First it is good to know you have that kind of training and second: What the fuck? They have our DNA on a database? Now I get why no horned one is allowed to become a medic.”

He felt the fire in him surge to the surface until a soft hand on his shoulder eased it back down. His gaze went to Talindra who smiled calming at him.

“I know. That would mean they know humans are turning more and more into horned ones, or more that there will be no clear cut in the future except maybe who has horns at birth and who gets them in puberty.”

“Maybe that was their plan from the beginning”, Eshfyrr mused aloud, his gaze somewhere behind Wynthan, “Somewhere in the past the leaders must have realized we won’t survive if we keep the horned ones from having children and decided mixing the blood would be the best chance for survival. I don’t say the way it is handled is good, but technically spoken the idea wasn’t stupid. The way they went to organize it, is.”

The air around them wavered in a rise of temperature Wynthan knew was Talindra. Questioning he looked at her.

“I got an idea what happened with the neighbor kid who had horns”, she stated with gritted teeth.

“What do you think?”

“Think about it, Nat. They turned us all into their little experiments. If they really plan to have humans and horned ones intermixed to a degree there will be no real difference in the end, those like Esh and I will be their proof it works.”

“They took him away for experiments.”

Eshfyrr stated it without any emotion what was even eerier than hearing anger or hate from him after getting to know him to be so cheerful.

Talindra looked at him and they shared a look of shared panic.

“We can’t let them grow.”

“No.”

“Wait a second…”

Wynthan pulled both closer and into a hug.

“There is no second”, Talindra sighed against his shoulder, “The moment the higher ups see our horns we will become their lab rats.”

“We don’t know. It is all assumptions right now. There must be some way to find out more about all this. The only thing we know is there is this data base and for some reason the higher ups decided to not use it when you were a baby to verify you are your mother’s daughter. This alone is something to investigate.”

Talindra curled deeper into his shoulder with another sigh. The whole day clearly took a huge toll on her.

“We should leave and maybe find something to eat. It is getting late.”

Eshfyrr wiggled out of the group hug, clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation and stepped a little aside.

“You are right. Time to introduce you to some delicacies”, Wynthan agreed.

“Just what I need now.”

Her snicker eased Wynthan’s worries a little, but the last hours were already enough to make everyone overthink and she had enough on her hands with the last days.

A buzzing head and a full stomach later, it was only Wynthan and Talindra again. With still some daylight left she didn’t want to go back to their apartment and picked a close by chance to sit.

“You need something?”

“Just time to let everything sink in”, she smiled weakly at him.

With a nudge of her shoulder Talindra looked up.

“I know what you mean. I bet my aunt will still stare at the message I sent her about Eshfyrr. It doesn’t happen every day our kind get a chance to meet their children that got sent to the human side.”

“That reminds me…”

With a big smile, Talindra opened another note on her bracelet and held it in front of Wynthan. His eyes darted from her to the notes until he realized what it was.

“You dug out information about my sister?”

“Thought it wouldn’t hurt to know where she lives now and where she works. By accident she is a nurse.”

Careful she watched his reaction. Within the blink of an eye, he pulled her into a hug and kissed her.

“You are amazing.”

“I got told so sometimes. We can visit her, now you are a Sin Eater. I also found a half-sister of my aunt who could help me piece things together.”

He beamed at her and kissed her a second time before putting her back on her feet with an embarrassed look.

“Sorry, I got carried away.”

With a goofy grin she put her head in her neck. The heat rising in her was either her fire demanding attention or Wynthan’s action, she couldn’t clearly tell, maybe it was both.

“I like that side of you better than the grumpy, silent observer I saw at the archives.”

He ran his hand through his hair with an apologetic look.

“Yeah, sorry about that. It is just as long as we don’t know for sure what to do I like to keep Ylvante out of the loop.”

“I understand.”

Stretching herself to reach him, Talindra placed a kiss on his nose.

“There is a lot we learned today.”

“And a lot we need to understand. You really want to keep filing down your horns?”

His gaze was intense and sent shivers down her spine. Talindra sighed.

“For now, until we know what the deal with those blood samples are.”

His hand came up to her face and softly ran through her head over those stumps. Wynthan placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

“I see. I… don’t want to put you in danger.”

“If we keep doing this, we are in a different kind of danger”, she teased with her hands on his chest.

“I know.”

“No but?”

“You know the but.”

“I do, still it seems to weaken today.”

There was something in his gaze Talindra couldn’t clearly identify but for a moment she was tempted to call it longing.

“Maybe. Tal?”

“Yeah?”

He pulled her as close as possible and buried his face in her hair.

“Why aren’t you scared of me?”

“Because everything you did so far was to keep me save. And…”

“And?”

“I know how it is to feel like a monster walking among others. I felt like this those last years. It’s lonely.”

Talindra felt him press her against him even more with a deep sigh, so she wrapped her arms around him as well.

“Two weeks”, he suddenly stated.

“Huh?”

“I was wrong when the festival would be. It’s in two weeks.”

She chuckled against his shoulder. Somehow, he sounded like he also felt like he wouldn’t survive that long.

“Good, otherwise I would go crazy.”

A deep hum was his response.

“Nat?”

“Yeah?”

“We should go home if you want to keep cuddling. This is uncomfortable.”

Reluctantly, he let go of her, only to kiss her one more time in the shyest way possible. Whatever caused that sudden physical attention out of him, Talindra surely didn’t mind even if it made things harder for her.

They went to the remaining path to their apartment in comfortable silence. Once the door closed behind him, Wynthan kicked the shoes aside and lost his shirt in such a complicated movement it made Talindra laugh.

“You look like a cat tangled in yarn.”

“I hate these clothes.”

“Why?

A big boyish smile appeared on his face.

“You will see at the festival. The clothes of the horned ones are made different.”

“You mean different material?”

“Not only.”

He breathed out relieved once he was only in pants and fell into the sofa. Talindra followed him the second she was out of her shoes and curled up next to his side. Lost in her minds she traced on of his many black and golden tattoos.

“I hope Kylantha had a chance to get out her energy today otherwise she will hand us our asses tomorrow”, she snickered.

“That bad?”

“Yeah, and she claims I am antsy but if she can’t train, she is the real antsy one.”

He stopped her hand right under his navel with a warning glance.

“You just need something to occupy you mind?”

“Or hands”, she snickered, “So…”

“So?”

“These tattoos. Why do all horned ones have them?”

Talindra started again to trace them, starting on his shoulder this time. The scarring under it told her how old or young they were, and the golden lines clearly left thick bulging lines and areas where the black lines and areas laid flat. It almost felt like a map.

“Those tattoos are the story of our life, the things important to us, the big victories, the loses that formed us, tragedies we survived.”

Again, Wynthan stopped her hand and placed little kisses on her fingertips. She wondered if he even remembered the cameras, he told her about and how they were watched or if he didn’t care.

“It is pretty personal.”

“They are. We have certain motives representing certain things, but still, it is personal. The first one is nonetheless the same for everyone.”

He guided her hand to an almost pure golden spot on his left chest that was a circled by a black flower like pattern with golden lines moving back to the golden spot in the middle that had only one small black dot in it.

“This one?”, she asked, her eyes darting back and forth between the tattoo and his face.

“Yes, this one. It stands for the community of us horned ones. How we make the best out of every situation we are thrown into and still flourish. Everyone gets it somewhere around their 21st birthday.”

“Before you start your military training.”

“Yeah…”

Slowly she moved on his lap and bent forward to kiss the tattoo. When she looked up at Wynthan again his eyes darkened a little. His hands grabbed her by her neck and massaged the base of her skull with his thumbs. With a naughty smirk she bent down to him and steadied herself at the backrest.  

“This doesn’t look like taking it slow”, she stated amused.

“Mhmm, we are both bad, aren’t we?”

His smirk was equally teasing and naughty. Whatever he was doing with his thumbs on her skull felt too good to make him stop.

“You are the bad one now.”

He moved one had deeper to the small of her back and gently put some pressure on hit. A soft moan escaped her, and she fell completely onto him. Her hands around his neck she tangled her hands in his hair and scratched his scalp. Out of the sudden she felt his teeth grazing her shoulder.

“Fuck, if you continue this your plan is in vain.”

His smile against her shoulder irritated her.

“Wanted to test something”, Wynthan whispered into his ear.

“That would be?”

“I remembered how you said the joke is on them.”

It ran hot and cold through Talindra in an arousing way. Before she could completely wrap her head around the fact he was on the right path, Wynthan scratcher over her ass and made her instinctively press deeper into him. His chuckle vibrated through her body.

“Nat… you better stop this now.”

“Or?”

“Or go the full mile.”

The moment stretched into an eternity until he sighed wearily. Carefully he replaced his hands on her shoulders.

“I am sorry, I didn’t know what got into me.”

Talindra’s soft chuckle made him frown, she could feel it against her skin.

“You don’t need to apologize. I get the feeling your heart isn’t on the same page as your mind.”

“No”, he agreed with a hint of annoyance, “My mind says to wait and get to know you but …”

“But the rest of you wants to fuck me silly till we both can’t walk anymore?”

“Something like this.”

At least he laughed again. Gently she nibbled on his ear until she got a moan from him and let it pop out of her mouth again to whisper into it.

“You know, these things just make it better. I don’t want you to hold back. Bite me, restrain me, fuck me rough. I am not fragile, and I want it.”

“Talindra…”, he whined needy.

The next second he turned them both the side and she found herself buried under his massive form. Her hands above her head she smiled at him. Talindra could see how he fought for a decision until Wynthan bent down to kiss her feverish.

She felt his tongue press against her lip and willingly opened her mouth for him. To her dismay he kept hovering over her even if she would have loved to press herself against him.

Heavy breathing he broke the kiss, his eyes hazy and still visible this inner discussion with himself.

“You know the monster inside of me.”

“And I happen to be a monsterfucker.”

He blinked a few times. Laughing he leaned back, shaking his head. His hand ran through his hair as he glanced to her.

“Two weeks, little devil.”

“You are the devil today”, she shot back.

[aroaceconfessions]

TW: cursing, discussion of sex, kissing (graphic), romance and attractions

Man, I'm so fucking done with all this attractions, I can't anymore. What the hell is supposed to be romantic attraction?? What distinguish it from platonic attraction? If we remove amatonormativity from the world and kissing and holding hands aren't necessarily romantic, what is the difference then??

I can understand sexual attraction based on the primal need to have offspring. Yet, there are so many exceptions of this, in so many ways. It doesn't make sense.

At this point, the only attraction that makes ANY SENSE is the aesthetic attraction because it's the only one that doesn't involve "I want to do ZYX thing with them". Or maybe is the only attraction I feel, therefore understand.

I have tried to google these. But the poetic description of romance and sex don't help, and the "if you want to cuddle them, it's physical attraction" types of explanation are completely useless - I don't know what I want, thank you very much.

I can't help but think this all are just silly little labels we made up in order to put ourselves in boxes because humanity has ALWAYS done that. We love to put ourselves and, worse, others in categories and label them stuff - religious, race, you name it. (And yes, sorry to break it to you but race is a social construct, you can google it.) Hell, we even came up with countries and borders and shit because we need these boxes so bad. We need someone to call "the other" and "they"and someone to call "my people/mine" and to have a "we" for ourselves. I'm sick of this shit.

I label myself as grey aroace and I am comfortable in this. But I start to question if I'm on the grey area at all. For example, I want to try kissing and sex like I would want to try food. Yet, every time I imagine kissing someone (friends, strangers, doesn't matter) all I can think about is how we touch tongues and exchange saliva, and I'm disgusted. Like you would feel sick of a food's scent. Same go for sex (plus, it requires some sort of trust to let someone touch your private parts like that and I'm not the most trusting person) It's not that I want to feel this attractions. I just want to try them. Just once, to see what all the fuss is about. If it was something you can switch on and off, I would leave it off lmao. But I would turn it on once purely out of curiosity.

Recently, I found what lovepunk is and it resonates heavily with me. I think I'll start describing myself as lovepunk aroace because honestly, fuck it. Fuck society. Fuck amatonormativity. Fuck their brainwashing. Fuck the boxes. Fuck the whole concept that the most important person in your life should be a romantic partner you must marry. Fuck the complicated romantic relationship that are complicated for the whole purpose of just being complicated. That's total bullshit.

What matters is that you have connection and respect for each other. Everything else is society's brainwashing how certain relationship should look like. Just labels we came up with. Which is not something necessary bad - I do use some and I love them. But it's so tiring to mix labels with boxes. I am a huge believer these two are different and "boxes" is synonym of "stereotypes".

I want to free myself of this. I don't want to worry what attention I feel. I feel good vibes form someone and we connect? They have basic human respect towards me and other? That's more than enough for me. I don't need any more words to describe our bond. We can determine what we will do or won't do if we have to. Any more things are just unnecessary complications.

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Andrew Clark

(Not my gif)(Requested by @mpmarypoppins​ )

(I’m sorry this took so long! It took more work than I was expecting!)

- You technically met Andrew after the two of you were placed in the same class though; since you weren’t in the same social circle, you didn’t talk to each other. Well, you didn’t talk to each other until the teacher was late to class one day; something quite common for said teacher, and the delinquents who sat behind you decided to pick on you.

- Usually, it really didn’t bother you. You’d ignore them and the teacher would arrive and they’d be forced to shut up. But Andrew wasn’t used to that sort of thing and he certainly didn’t like it so when the goons started to berate you, he turned around and told them to shut up.

- They made a smartass retort back at him but did as he said, settling in their seats just as the teacher finally showed up. Throughout the rest of the class, the two of you took turns sneaking glances at each other and pretending like you weren’t when the other happened to look. 

- Neither of you mentioned the event to each other and you’d figured that that was the end of it. And for the time being it was, but a few days later that wouldn’t be the case. 

- Once again, your teacher was late and the assholes who sat behind you began their familiar attempts at bothering you. You caught Andrew glancing back at you, watching to see your reaction; you’d assumed, before he finally turned fully around and told them to knock it off …though this time they didn’t.

- The ringleader of the group made a comeback, turning on the boy and asking “what he was going to do about it”, prompting Andrew to stand up, threatening to “wipe the floor with” them.

- The boy stood up as well, grinning as he made a comment about the two of you dating, and subsequently an obscene remark which made your face turn hot. Before you knew it, the two boys were one the floor, Andrew pushing the kid to the ground, asking if he was finished and demanding he apologize.

- He released the boy after a moment and they straightened themselves out, stumbling backwards without saying anything, hoping to dodge the extra humiliation of saying they were sorry.

- You saw that Andrew was about to say something; most likely once again telling the boy to apologize, so you delicately grabbed his arm and told him it was fine, thanking him for sticking up for you.

- He eased up as the other boy and his group of friends made their exit, turning to you more calm then before and asking if you “just let them do that to you”.

“Nothing much I can do. If I say something they’ll just keep doing it because they get a rise out of me.” You explained.

“If you don't fight back they’ll just keep bothering you cause you’re an easy target.” He insisted.

“I’ll be an easy target but I’ll also be boring. The only way to win is to wait it out and let them get bored.” You replied, turning through your notebook a bit uncomfortably.

“No.” He shook his head.

“What?” You asked, furrowing your brows in confusion.

“No,” he replied. “They bother you again, you tell me. I’ll handle it if you don’t want to.”

- His offer made you smile but proved to be unnecessary as the boys moved seats and refused to say anything to you after that day.

- The two of you hadn’t talked in a few days so it sort of shocked you when he approached you in the hall and struck up a conversation, asking how things were to which you were able to report that the guys had left you alone.

- He gave you a small smile and a “that’s good, that’s good” before going quiet for a moment. You were about to say goodbye until he turned to you and told you about a party that one of his friends was having, suggesting that; maybe, you’d like to go before offering to pick you up.

- Taking your only chance to attend a real highschool party; and spend more time with one of the most popular and handsome boys in school, you agreed, writing down your address for him and returning his smile as he said goodbye. 

- As it turns out, parties aren’t really your thing and surprisingly not his either. The two of you ended up spending most of your time sat outside, talking in the dark and nursing cheap beer.

- You’d been telling him a story when you noticed that his eyes were locked on you. You’d dismissed it for a while before you turned and met his eyes, your story quickly becoming meaningless and trailing off into thin air.

- You watched as his eyes shifted down towards your lips, pausing there before he began to lean in. You began to lean forward as well, tilting your head so that he could connect your lips properly.

- The two of you shared a long, soft kiss before you pulled away, a warm, fuzzy feeling filling you as you took notice of the lovestruck sorta look on his face. The two of your faces lingered close to each other’s for a moment, neither of you wanting to pull away.

“You should probably take me home, it’s getting late.” You whispered.

“Do you want to go home?” He asked quietly.

“No.” You smiled, laughing softly.

- A small smile found its way onto his lips as well before he leaned in again, kissing you with a bit more fervor than before, his hands tightening their grip on the jacket; his jacket, that you were wearing.

- Cliques and stereotypes be damned. He loved you and he sure as hell wasn't letting you go if he could help it.

- He’s been taught to be a gentleman so he keeps his pda light and innocent. He doesn’t need the entire school watching him shove his tongue into your mouth.

- Soft kisses.

- Handholding.

- Temple, forehead, and head kisses. 

- Attending all of his wrestling matches and cheering him on. He always seeks you out in the crowd and shoots you a smile.

- He’s prone to trying to show off and impress you. Taking off clothes, flexing, athletic tricks, acting tough; whatever he thinks will get your attention.

- Giving him genuine, meaningful praise. 

- Shy compliments from him. Sometimes, he gets genuinely awestruck over how pretty you are. 

- He doesn't use too many nicknames, maybe a babe here and there but otherwise he just calls you by your name. He thinks pet names are sorta silly though he cant help but smile when you use them on him; as long as its in private. 

- He insists on escorting you to class. It’s certainly useful, the hallway crowds all but part like the red sea for him and his Varsity jacket. 

- Your books? In his arms. Your entire body? In his arms. Hey, he’s got muscles for a reason; he’s gonna put them to good use!

- Getting used as a human dumbbell. It’s somewhat scary yet fun though you’re pretty sure he copes a feel every now and again. 

- If you ever have any food you don't want just slide it over to him. You don’t even need to say anything, he’ll grab it and kiss you on the cheek before you can anyways. 

- He fiddles with things when he’s bored so expect to just randomly feel him playing with your hair or witness him doing something adorably stupid in an attempt to entertain himself. 

- Playing finger football and other hand games in class/lunch. 

- Dancing together.

- He loves having you right by his side. He’ll literally pull your chair closer to his while you’re sitting in it just because he wants you as close as he can get you.

- Sharing inside jokes and secret smiles with each other.

- He’ll either lay between your legs and lean back against you, his head on your stomach/chest, or he’ll lay his head in your lap and let you mess with his hair. He “secretly” loves when you play with it.

- You usually cuddle with your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around you. He’s sorta not used to cuddling so it’s gonna take a little bit of time for him to warm up to really snuggling with you.

- He hasn't really figured out who he is yet. He’s an amalgamation of everyone he’s ever had to listen to so you’re gonna have to try and help break him out of that, and become his own person. 

- A part of him yearns to feel accepted and that’s going to cause him to do whatever he can to please you, unless, perhaps, it goes against pleasing his father. It’s just something he does without really thinking about it so you’ll have to sort of keep that in mind since you don’t want to take advantage of him. 

- Going out and acting like idiots, living in the moment and actually enjoying yourselves instead of worrying about what other people think. 

- Being there for him to rant to when he needs. 

- Helping him study so he doesn't fall behind in his academics while trying to excel in sports. 

- Wearing his jacket. He thinks you look adorable when you put it on and will always toss it to you when the weather gets cold.

- He’s hot blooded so if you get cold then just move in closer, he never minds. Either that or throw on the clothing that he’s pulled off of himself.

- Being invited to the “popular” parties, even if you really aren’t yourself. He’s not a big fan of them but you being there makes them more bearable.

- Becoming friends with the members of the breakfast club, specifically Claire since she’s in the same clique as Andrew and you wind up hanging out in the same places. 

- He genuinely likes you for you. You may think that you have to change something about yourself but just know that he loves you either way, whether you do change it or not. 

- He thinks you’re the greatest. Even if other people see your actions as “nothing” or strange, he finds them endearing.

- He’s always willing to fight to figure out what's wrong, pushing you to talk even when you try to defensively push him away. Instead of judging or trying to give you halfhearted advice, he just relates and makes you feel accepted.

- Carnival/theme park dates. He likes taking you places where he can win you prizes and the two of you can spend the day goofing off. 

- Arcade dates but the cool kind. 

- You know how hard it is to strip off clothes and makeout with his layered fucking circus act? Man has on like five shirts at a time. He’s immune to strip poker and pussy. 

- He sorta acts like your father. He’s been conditioned into acting the way he does, behaving like he’s a teacher/parent and telling people what to do, repeating the same dribble that he’s been told. In some ways its endearing, in others its infuriating and sad. 

- He isn't too keen on introducing you to his parents and you understand why. You don’t take offense, knowing that he isn’t keeping you away because he’s ashamed of you. 

- Making sure to step in and ensure he doesn't beat peoples asses. You’re one of the few people he listens to when he’s angry.

- He gets extremely jealous, particularly when he knows someone has a thing for you. And when he gets jealous, he has a habit of getting aggressive; either threatening or full on fighting guys when they don't back off. 

“You don't talk to her. You don't look at her. You don't even think about her.”

- Overprotective; he’s always ready to jump to your defense even when he really doesn’t have to. 

- A lot of your fights are due to outside pressures. He’s constantly under a lot of stress so fights can erupt at any time, even if neither of you mean for them to happen. 

- He just loses it, sometimes throwing an insult/harsh word or two at you that he doesn't mean. After he has some time to cool down he feels absolutely horrible and chides himself for being such a jerk. 

- He might show up at your house or try to approach you at school the next day but its up to you on whether you'll just take him back. He’ll ask to talk to you and tries to offer a genuine apology whenever he’s in the wrong. 

- Quiet, earnest “I love you’s”. He’s sort of shy about saying it but you can certainly tell that he means it when he does.

- You don’t really talk about the future all too much but he’ll occasionally bring it up. He certainly wants to marry you. He’s praying that you want the same and that you’ll end up being his highschool sweetheart. 

[bump1nthen1ght]

Pack Tactics (Werewolf x Reader)

Pairing: Fem!Reader/Male!Werewolf

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Established Couple, Angst with a happy ending

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2896 words

Summary: You are in a wonderful relationship with your sweet partner, Gray. But this far into the relationship, you’ve yet to tell him you have no intentions ever of having kids. You can’t help but wonder, how will your child-loving werewolf boyfriend will react?

Request: I live for very specific comfort! No pressure if this doesn’t inspire you or if you just don’t want to write it obvi.... but could I have a f!reader x m!werewolf where the reader is 100% sure she doesn’t want to have kids ever never ever in any capacity and is worried about how her werewolf bf is going to react, worried she’ll be dumped or something (ya know cause idk I feel like werewolves are built with a breeding kink and like into the whole having a lot of pups) there can be smut if you want!! I love me some dramatic angst comfort :)))))))

A/N: Sorry this took so long y’all, school and stuff has been kicking my ass. But writing this sweet little fic has been a nice reprieve from my work. Hope you enjoy!

“Alright, I’ll get the chicken, the asparagus, and the pasta. You’ve got the wine and the dessert?”

“Sure thing.”

The two of you nod, Gray stepping away from the grocery cart before you call out to him.

“And not one of those huge tubs of ice cream.”

Gray emits a dramatic whine, pouting.

“But the big one is 25 cents cheaper than those little pints. It’s practically free!”

You furrow your brow and pat him on the shoulder.

“Not if we don’t finish them, they aren’t. Now go.” Gray rolls his eyes, clutching his heart and throwing his head back. You playfully push him, walking away with the grocery cart and towards the deli section. You can see the top of Gray’s wild brown hair as he moves into the next aisle, his 6’5” form towering over all the little old ladies who usually crowd the store.

You’re browsing the chicken, trying to decide between 2 breasts or a full rotisserie, when a familiar sound reaches you.

“Oh! If it isn’t ____.” You forcibly paint a smile, fingers automatically clenched around the stellafoam package as you turn to see your next door neighbor Mrs. Star. Her teased, bleached blonde hair teeters on top of her head, bobbing back and forth with the clack of her neon blue heels. While you can respect the 60-year old for digging her feet in and refusing to update her wardrobe from the 80’s, her pension for gossip is a little less admirable. “Shocked to see you out and about, what with that big ol boyfriend of yours.” She says, blue eyeshadow crinkling into a wink and nudging you with your elbow. You wheeze a bit, quickly covering it with a laugh. “Back in our honeymoon phase, Richard and I barely left the bedroom. And he was half-way balding back then, not the babe-a-rama you got going over there.” Mrs. Star’s laugh reaches a pitch almost too high for your human ears to pick up, maybe even giving Gray 2 aisles over a headache.

“Well, y’know, gotta keep our energy up.” You wince, immediately berating yourself for that comment. Mrs. Star throws her hand up in a “oh, you” gesture, letting out another half-whistle half-screeching chuckle.

“Oh I do, honey, I do.” She sends you another dramatic wink, which you return with a shaky smile. The corner of your cart bumps into hers as you begin walking along the meat aisle, trying to forcibly end this interaction. But Mrs. Star pulls off an impressive turn with her cart and strolls alongside you. She does little to hide her wandering eyes, trying to piece together any juicy info from your groceries. “So, are you two trying for kids yet?”

The wheels squeal to a sudden stop, forcing you to choke on your saliva as the shopping cart’s handle digs into your stomach. You keep your gaze locked on the frozen steaks  and turkeys, already way past the chicken you meant to grab.

“Uhhh, no. We’re not really in the phase of our relationship yet.”

Mrs. Star clicks her tongue, pressing her hand to her chest in a show of embarrassment. “I’m sorry, dearie. Old habits you see, whenever a new couple moves in together I assume they’re halfway to the wedding already. You young kids like to take it slow, huh?”

You nod, hastily grabbing a package of buffalo wings, hoping for an excuse to escape this conversation.

Mrs. Star continues to walk by you, her cart blocking off any convenient means to leave unless you significantly pick up her speed. Her eyes glance over the sweats sat in a display in the center of the aisle, humming a small tune.

The end of the aisle is approaching, you’re almost home free! You ready your feet to book it with an excuse, but Mrs. Star clears her throat and begins to speak.

“Now dearie, I don’t mean to pry-”

What do you call these last 3 minutes, Star?

“But I’d at least pop on a ring on that finger soon. Someday someone’s going to snatch that boy up like a piece of meat, saying all the right things. Men got all those suspicions about over-the-hill pregnancies, his eyes might start wandering. That’s how my first divorce went, so I should know.”

You pull your cart to a stop, breathe catching as you look at Mrs. Star, shocked. You can handle some inappropriate questions, but to question your boyfriend’s loyalty and insulting your relationship is crossing another line. Your brows furrow with a simmering anger, your cheeks heating up as you're ready to let loose.

“Well, Mrs. Star, if you must know I have the most wonderful boyfriend on this side of the planet, and unlike your deadbeat first husband, he’s as loyal as they can be.” Mrs. Star looks at you, eyes widened and right hand halfway to grab a pack of oreos. You huff, pushing your cart away from hers and towards the cash register. Right before you leave her sight, you turn back to her with a simpering smirk. “Have a great day, Mrs. Star!”

Your heart is heaving with anger, prepping a rant to Gray about the horrible interaction you just had. On the other side of the store, you spot Gray, his curly hair all tussled, holding a large Rosé and a package of ice cream sandwiches. Just the sight of his back calms you a bit, excited for some delicious food and late-night cuddles. You jog a little towards him, but slow down when you see him crouch down, looking at something hidden from your sight.

You turn your shopping cart slightly, trying to peer behind his massive form, and freeze.

Gray’s sticking out his tongue, pushing up his nose, and making many more silly gestures to a baby in a stroller. The baby laughs, it’s chubby cheeks bright red as Gray blows another raspberry, thrashing its arms up and down with joy. The dad is laughing at Gray’s antics, leaning down and patting his kid on the head.

Gray promptly stands up, sending another big smile to the kid, before waving goodbye. The six-month-old waves back, uncoordinated and decidedly adorable. Gray laughs, turning away and walking towards you.

Your feet feel cemented to the floor, heart down in your stomach.

He’s a natural, you think, nausea building up in your throat.

Gray was the oldest of eight, not a large number for a werewolf family. You adored them, and they you, but Gray had a way of dealing with his youngest siblings. Whether it was letting them climb all over him like a jungle gym, or attending imaginary tea parties, Gray was a pro. He was the guy to cram himself into a tiny chair at the kids table, eating tiny cookies and cracking jokes. ‘Dad’ seemed to be stamped into his very being, the cuddly werewolf with a love of children. He’s any mother-in-law’s dream.

But all those sweet things turn sour when you think about what Mrs. Star said. Gray, moving on without you.

Gray’s eyes light up when he sees your cart, jogging over and holding up the bottle of wine like a prize.

“Hey!” He says, quickly sliding an arm around your waist and giving you a peck on the cheek. “I got your favorite, and those delicious mint-chocolate sandwiches.”

His happy voice and comforting touch help abate whatever it is your feeling, but the way Gray’s brow furrows tells you your  discomfort is present in your eyes. “Is everything okay?” His large hand comes up and rubs your shoulder. You give him a shaky smile, fighting away negative thoughts with a bat.

“Yeah, let’s go home.”

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Wet fur presses up against your bare neck as you lazily stir the boiling water, Gray’s shifted muzzle now snug in the crook of your shoulder, the white flecks across his dark fur peeking into your periphery. Your free hand instinctively goes back to scratch between his ears, causing him to let out a satisfied huff, hot air blowing across your chest.

“That smells good baby.”

“It’s just salt and water Gray. The pasta’s barely al dente.”

Gray laughs, turning his head  slightly so he can press a small kiss onto your cheek.

“You could make even that taste delicious, ____”

You dramatically roll your eyes, pushing away his chin as he continues to peck and nip at your neck. After showering Gray always made sure to rub in some cherry-blossom leave-in conditioner into his fur. The artificial perfumes just lightly touch your senses, but the mental connection they have to Gray make them smell that much sweeter. You turn and give him a quick kiss on the lips, patting his shoulder once more.

“Do you mind setting the table? Maybe get started on those messy dishes?”

“No problem.” Gray mumbles, reluctantly pulling away from you and tugging up the towel that hangs loose on his hips. He barely needs to reach for your fancy plates on the top shelf, his chest muscles flexing and bicep taut. Even with his thick fur, you can see the bone of his clavicle which accentuates his long neck.

God, he’s so hot.

You think, smirking a bit as you continue stirring.

And all mine.

You hum, but the cheery mood you’re in quickly sours once you remember your conversation with Mrs. Star. That small seed of doubt seems to grow and leech from your chest.

2 years into this relationship and the two of you have only danced around the conversation of the future. You of course had agreed on living together, what your career paths looked like, even the potential of getting married in a couple years, but never kids. As two 20-somethings, you felt like you had all the time in the world.

But the thing was, you didn’t really need all the time in the world.

You didn't want kids. Even with your family or your neighbors needing that your opinion “might change some day,” you were confident in that decision. Not that you hated them, you just could never picture yourself being a mom. A fun aunt, maybe, but never a mom. It wasn’t even a point of contention in your own mind; The picture of you, your partner, and maybe a couple of pets thriving into your elders was bliss enough.

You sneak a glance to Gray, now clothed and back turned to you as he sets the table. He’s diligently folding the napkins into  fun shapes, a ritual he does every date night. From the hole in his jeans you can see his tail wagging, content as he hums to the low radio playing on the window sill.

A smile crawls onto your face, a small giggle escaping you as you watch Gray’s hips bob to the beat, silently mouthing the words. You snort as he does a dramatic little shoulder shift, Gray’s head whipping back towards the kitchen as you throw your hand over your mouth.

“What, don't you like my moves?” Gray says, shimmering his shoulders again, a large grin across his face.

“They could use some work, Kevin Bacon.” Gray clutches his chest, throwing his head back in mock pain.

“You wound me. After all these years, you would cut me so deep?”

“Sure would.” You turn back towards the simmering pasta, setting the wooden spoon on the rim and brushing your hands on your jeans. “Oof!” You squeak as you yanked away, Gray wrapping his arms around your waist, twirling you in a stumbling circle.

“And how ‘bout now, m’lady?” Gray simpers, eyebrow cocked. Your hands slap his chest as you laugh. He lets your feet back down on the floor, but keeps his arms locked around your waist. The two of you slow dance to the beat, and when the chorus hits, Gray gives his worst rendition possible. You bemoan and feign plugging your ears, but find yourself singing along anyway.

Everything about Gray is warm and bright, from his goofy grin to his excitable tail to his two left feet. He adds that pep of energy to your daily routine, pulling you out of an exhausting cycle for a quick jog to the beach or an episode of your favorite drama. Gray fills out all of those little spaces, makes them a little less gray.

Your head rests against his chest, feeling the fur through the fabric of his t-shirt as the two of you sway back and forth.

You want it to stay this way.

But that pestering weed squeezes your heart again, forcing images of Gray with a kid on his shoulders. Showing up to little-league football games with a big cooler and a “#1 dad” T-shirt. All those little moments, all without you.

You can’t fight the deep sigh, pressing your face even deeper into Gray.

Just let me have this. Just this moment, just for now.

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“Ugh, I think my stomach is going to explode from excess-pasta.”

Gray huffs, laying his head on your lap as the two of you slump onto the couch. His tail wags lazily, flickering back and forth as his legs swing over the coach's side, his long torso bunched up as he curls into you. The fur of his head is soft as you twist your fingers into it. “But I gotta say, what a way to go out.”

You giggle, losing your thoughts in his soft fur. Gray lets out another deep breath, nuzzling his face into your hand. You brush over his cheek with your  thumb, admiring the cheekbone you feel just underneath.

But that burning question refuses to leave your mind, and you ask it without even thinking.

“Do you want kids, Gray?”

Gray’s eye’s stay closes, his posture relaxed as he sinks into your massaging fingers.

“Hmmm, maybe. Never really thought too much about it. Why?”

Your throat dries up, mind reeling. It wasn’t even a definitive yes, but your heart is still reeling. Your fingers pause and Gray's eyes open. He shifts his head when he sees the look on your face, concerned. “Babe?”

You nod, eyes still wide, trying to fight off the inklings of a panic attack. Gray pushes himself up on his elbows, paw quickly coming to caress your cheek. “Baby, is everything alright?”

You find the energy to breathe, and suck in deeply. Your heart begins to slow down as you look into Gray’s yellow wolf eyes. You dig your cheek into his large palm, smelling the perfume of his conditioner.

“Yes, sorry, I just-” You pause, taking another deep breath. “I ran into Mrs. Star in the grocery store, and-I’m sorry I’m overthinking things.” You mutter, patting yourself  on the cheek as to snap yourself out of your mood. Grays other hand rubs the back of your neck.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m here. Did she say something?”

“No-Well, yes. It’s silly, typical Star things. She just brought up how ‘ought to get started having kids, and it just-” You let out a shaky sigh, pulling away Gray’s hand with your own and looking him straight in the eye. “I don’t want to have kids, ever.”

In Gray’s eyes, you expect to….something. Confusion, disappointment, maybe? But instead, all you see is relief. Gray rests his paw on your thigh, squeezing it.

“_____, is that what you’ve been worrying about?” You nod, throwing your eyes back down, but Gray tilts your chin towards him. “If you don’t want kids, we won’t have kids. Simple as that.”

Your eyes widen and you pull your face back.

“Seriously? But-what if-”

“____, I grew up with eight siblings. I’m going to have to deal with more nieces and nephews then I can count on my fingers and my toes, I think I can handle not having kids.”

A weight lifts off of your chest and you slump forward into Gray, pressing your forehead against his clavicles as you let out a long, relieved sigh. He laughs, patting your back and kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry you had to deal with this all day, I didn’t even realize you were so upset.”

You slap his chest, letting out another frustrated sigh. With him? No, but yourself, and Mrs. Star, for stirring up nightmares for no damn good reason.

“It’s not your fault, it’s mine for being so paranoid.” You press your chin up, pouty lips admiring your boyfriend's face. “I’m sorry for freaking out. She really got me into my own head.”

“No apologies needed baby.” Gray says, giving you a small peck. You send him a cheesy smile, chasing after his lips with a couple of small kisses. A low rumble growls out from his chest as you nip at his jawline. Behind him, you hear his tail begin to hump on the floor.

“Hmm, does that mean you feel better?” You nod, pressing another kiss into his pulse point.

“Yes, thank you for letting me get that out.” Another kiss, now on his Adam’s apple.

“Welp,” Gray says, quickly adjusting himself. In another second, you yelp as he picks you up by your butt, legs quickly wrapping around his waist, “Let’s give Mrs. Star something to talk about, hmm?”

You throw your head back with a laugh, clinging tight to his chest as Gray blows a raspberry into your neck. “That good with you, my lady?”

You nod, giving him another kiss on the lips as he carries you off into the bedroom.

Yeah, you have it good.

[undertale-writing-times]

howdy! So I wassssssss wondering if you could write the skelly bois with a s/o who's super beefy, a little tall, and maybe just a little bit of a "bad boy"

If you got no ideas that's fine as well you, of course, don't have to

For sure! For sure!

I'll add the ones that I wanna write for -w- since you didn't say who you wanted, I'll just do all the ones that gave me ideas~ Ou-

Sans- Oh man he loves his datemate. As long as they don't hurt anyone, of course, but he just thinks that they're pretty cool. When he sees them wearing stuff that shows off their arms, he can't help but look at their muscles and get a little flustered. Please carry him, he'd love them if they did. Well... he already loves them, but whatever shut up. If they want to lift weights when he's around, he's gonna teleport and be sitting on the weights looking down at them, making puns and small talk. He weighs close to nothing because he isn't a normal skeleton, but one made out of magic. He just looks fat but he isn't really, unless he summons his ecto; though he doesn't do it all that often.

Papyrus- With Papyrus, he wants them to work out with him! Even if they're a 'bad boy' he doesn't care, as long as they don't hurt him, then he won't really say that they're 'bad' more just misunderstood! He wants to learn about them, which is why they started to hang out in the first place. Now that they're together, he really wants them to train with him, and if they agree, they're gonna learn that he's a lot stronger than he looks. Weird how he's a skeleton that's able to carry them around! He likes to feel their muscles, and enjoys how warm their skin normally is.

Blueberry- I won't lie, he's most likely stronger than his datemate with all the training he's done over the years. He's small, but a strong boy. Most of the time he doesn't care about a person's past, he'll judge them based off how they act and he'll see the good in pretty much everyone, that's how he has so many friends and connections! Everyone thinks he's this soft and way too innocent guy, which he sorta is, but he also does understand how the world around him works, come on, don't be silly! Often he'll ignore his other emotions than happiness so that's something that he needs to work on. If they've ever hurt anyone though, he'll tell them to be careful with that! They could upset them and that wouldn't be good, you know? Plus if you do it too much, his brother might not want them around him anymore.

Stretch- Okay so uh how much of a 'bad boy' are they? Cause if they have any LV, he might not really even want to be near them. If they're just a bad boy as in stealing and stuff like that? Then he doesn't really care, he's stolen a few things in his life too, these stores up above ground are a lot more pricy than he thought that they deserved, mostly at those fancy food places and he'll slip stuff into his pockets. He likes how strong they are! Will often ask them to carry him around if he gets lazy and they're out places, and if they agree he's gonna get this stupid grin on his face, blushing lightly and try to hide his face. He's so happy... Just hope that they never ask him to carry them, because he will use his magic and make them float.

Snackers- Awww he thought that they were so cute! A human, trying to be threatening. Sure, some humans were stronger than monsters in body but try to be stronger when you're bleeding out! Like his brother can make a lot of them do. Even if they're a lot stronger than him, and can most likely overpower him, he doesn't see them as a threat even if they try to be. It's uh a bad idea to try to threaten him though, because there is a chance that he could get too overwhelmed by it and attack, and that's dangerous for them both. Snackers loves their muscles in their arms and well... everywhere on their body though, but more often than not he'll nip and lightly bite on their arms to feel the muscles clench from the pain. If they tell him not to, he'll try to stop and just bite his sensory toys but come on! He loves feeling their muscles tense. It's oddly attractive.

Butcher- Butcher does want to know how much of a bad boy they are, even though he's most likely done so much worse. He's killed so many humans, but he's never eaten them? Does that mean anything? Eh, whatever, he doesn't know. If they're too bad he doesn't really wanna be with them anymore, mostly because he doesn't want to go back to a bad life, like they're above the underground now so he isn't frightened, he isn't scared, he isn't in danger anymore. Not too bad? Then he likes them, and wants to hear what stories that they have and if they can pick him up, that's pretty cool, but please don't because it hurts his old bones. How his brother doesn't feel pain from his old bones, he does not know.

Axe- Dangerous? Are they dangerous to him? That's what he'd think at first, now he doesn't really see them as a threat at all, or even thinks about the fact that they sorta could be, because they can't. He loves his strong datemate, and even though they're strong and a 'bad boy' if someone ever tries to threaten them, he's going to be standing behind his datemate snarling at the person threatening them, looking like a wild animal that's about to attack. He will hurt anyone that dares hurt his datemate, so best to pick your battles rarely, Y/n. No matter how tall they are, Axe is gonna be taller than them and he is going to baby them a little, by nuzzling them and cooing and purring, like a cat.

Red- Oh man, he's gonna be so threatened but also soooo turned on. Sometimes he loves people who are taller than him, and other times he doesn't like it, so he doesn't know how to feel about his datemate when they first met. Half of him wants to flirt, and the other half thinks that he shouldn't, but now that they're together he really wants them to hold him in their big strong arms but doesn't know how to tell them and it's just ughhhh. He himself is pretty much a bit of a bad boy so he most likely won't judge, but he does want to know what they do. If they've killed before, he might not... really want to be with them? He's been through enough murder to last a long time.

Edge- The first time he saw his future datemate, he was caught. They were so dangerous looking, and he wanted to tame them, like a wild beast. After a while though, he realized that that was a weird way to think but they're already friends, then they became datemates, and he very much enjoys being around them. Another being just as strong as himself! A little less threatening than the terrible Papyrus, though, sadly. If they ever want to impress him, and lift him up in their arms bridal style, he's going to get so damn red faced. Oh my god.

Lord- Lord doesn't care how much of a 'bad boy' they're supposed to be, he's stronger and better than them! Unless they can prove that they're better than the LEADER of the royal guard in his world! If they can, they'll gain his respect but he's stronger than he looks. He has to be stronger than he looks, If he isn't strong enough for the others to be threatened by him, then he'll be killed along with his brother and he doesn't want that. Even if they don't beat him, he might have a type of respect for them. He... likes their muscles and will sometimes touch them if they give him a chance, and he doesn't care how much of a 'bad boy' they are unless they try to hurt or corrupt his brother. Then fuck off.

Mutt- He thinks that they're so cool! They look cool with their clothes and how much of a badass they look! He wants to see how they act, and now that they're datemates, he'll often cuddle and nuzzle up to them, humming happily. He loves his datemate that acts like such a cool bad boy. Funnily enough, he might be the more dangerous out of the two with his unstable magic but he won't say that because they seem to enjoy 'protecting him' from things. Whatever that meant? Please carry him too! He loves being carried. Just ask before picking him up.

Corn- Oh honey. They ain't gonna be stronger than him, no matter how hard they try. Both he and his brother are strangely strong, it's just part of their magic and universe, most likely? Corn himself can literally lift a tree and carry it back to the farm. Often he'll pick up his datemate whenever they're trying to show off too much, because he finds their reactions funny. He doesn't care how much of a 'bad boy' his datemate is, they're gonna either help him on the farm if they live there with him, or help his brother. They aren't gonna just be there, lookin' pretty.

Harvest- Just like his brother, he isn't going to let them live at his house without helping out a little. Even if it's just cleaning up, because they weren't raised like that. Unless they can't, but they're strong looking so they'd most likely be able to. If he's to be honest, he doesn't care how they're a 'bad boy' because he's seen worse, and he could be worse than they could ever dream if they try to scare him. He ain't gonna take that, and an angry Harvest, is a bad one. He does like their muscles though and will often rest his head against their arms, glad that they're like this. Alive, you know? If they ever take off their shirt while working, all sweaty? No matter the gender, he's gonna blow up with a blush all over his face. The bright green color would cover his bones so quickly and he'd shout at them to put their shirt back on.

Lover- Oh man he loves them. You know why? Because together they look so cute! He's the soft sexy one, while his datemate is the hard sexy one. He loves how buff and strong they are, and will often drag his finger tips along their arms to watch their muscles tense, and shiver, and he'll often tease them to try to see how they react to things like that, if they blush easily he'll find it so fun. Often, more often than not, he'd fall into their arms while they're both out together and will get them to carry him. What? He gets carried, and they get kisses. He thinks that's fair.

Hip Hop- Honestly, whenever Hip Hop sees his datemate doing anything that shows off just how strong they are, he gets embarrassed and will try to hide his face into his hood. He isn't used to having someone that knows it's him when he dances, like... okay, he does, but not someone out of his group of monsters, you know? Yet sometimes he'll dance with his datemate even without his hood! It's a big deal for him, since what world's he from, you know? If they're a 'bad boy' he wants to know just how much because if it's too much, he might not feel comfortable being near them.

Salsa- Even if they want to say that they're a 'bad boy' more often than not, he'll make them laugh by taking their hands and pulling them to dance with him randomly, he carries around his music player just for that reason! He finds it enjoyable. He doesn't care much about what they did in the past, as long as they don't hurt people now. If they're taller than him, he's going to be a little flustered but mostly just happy to have a dancing partner now!

Rhythm- Dancing for Rhythm is something that he really needs. It makes him feel better, safer, more powerful! Yet everyone thinks that he couldn't, because he always tells that he couldn't. Sure, it made it more dangerous for him, but he hated the idea of people.... judging him based off what he can do. He'd rather them think he's just the idiot who can't dance then be... telling him that he's not good at dancing. His brother has tried so many times to teach him different styles but he always kept saying that he just... couldn't. He liked to dance while hiding who he was, by wearing a cloth over his mouth and his hood over his eyes, plus gloves and... you know, he doesn't need to explain that. His datemate is one of the only people that know he's the dancer and his datemate is the only person he wants to find out about it. He very much likes them, because they're interesting, the whole 'bad boy' thing is a little funny to him.