#babbiebooc

[zirawrites]

What do you think would be each Romanced!Companions + Gage biggest parenting screw up when it comes to raising Synth Shaun? Nothing traumatic, just those funny cringy “Yeah I screwed up” moments.

Cait:

As someone who grew up with severely abusive parents, Cait is an awkward mixture of “fun mom” and overbearing guardian

She spoils Shaun with toys and gadgets she finds on trips

However, she isn’t sure how to discipline him; fearing she’ll come off too much like her own folks, but also afraid if Shaun doesn’t learn any lessons that he’ll become prey in the Commonwealth

Since Cait realizes she doesn’t have it in her to ever punish Shaun, she decides to toughen him up and teach him to fight. Even though he looks ridiculous, Cait pads Shaun up with plenty of protective gear before teaching him to spar.

As she’s explaining how to block, Shaun mishears and thinks Cait asked him to punch. He hits her directly in the eye. She doubles over as he bursts into tears apologizing.

But Cait isn’t upset; she’s laughing. He gave her a black eye that’d make any veteran of the Combat Zone proud.

Cait and Shaun agree to tell Sole that Cait got it in a skirmish with raiders.

Next time Cait and Shaun step in the ring, Shaun suggests she wear protective gear. Cait wasn’t laughing then.

Codsworth (synth):

Shaun falls and scrapes his knee? Codsworth is spooling his entire leg in gauze. Shaun gets stung by an insect? Codsworth is holding him down to administer three stimpacks. Shaun and MacCready have a burping contest? Codsworth is making up a diet plan for Shaun to combat possible indigestion.

He’s the definition of a helicopter mom

“I waited over 200 years for your return, young master. I’m not about to lose you to the common cold!”

Sole finally draws the line when Codsworth wouldn’t let Shaun play in a light drizzle, claiming it was the “gateway to a full-blown radstorm”.

Unless one of Shaun’s limbs are literally hanging off his body, Codsworth is now only allowed to administer light first aid.

Even if he really wants to force Shaun on bedrest after falling off his bike.

Curie:

Curie is constantly assuring Shaun that knowledge is just as important as strength when navigating the Commonwealth

It’s hard for Shaun to believe when he hangs around the likes of Cait and MacCready all day

“Just because Monsieur MacCready lived in a cave does not mean you need to act like you do, too.”

Sometimes she takes his education too seriously. Curie makes up tests and lesson plans on everything from calculus to marine science.

Curie finally admits she is going too far when she unironically asked Shaun to name every pre-war state capitol.

To let him get silly revenge, Curie allows Shaun to make his own pop quiz for her to take. It’s filled with questions like “who was the most popular villain in Grognak the Barbarian?” and “what is my favorite flavor of Nuka Cola?”

She answers them all correctly :)

Danse:

Danse knows the best soldier is one who is prepared. That’s why -- against Sole’s absolute disagreement -- he takes Shaun on a routine patrol with other Brotherhood members.

Danse turned his back for just a moment, and Shaun slipped over debris and slid down a startlingly steep hill.

Danse literally shrieked as he watched Shaun’s little head disappear down the incline.

He went charging after Shaun on instinct, slipping on the same debris and falling flat on his ass.

When he reached the bottom of the hill, he quickly checked Shaun for injuries. When it was clear the boy was unharmed, Danse shook his head, face red with embarrassment.

“Lets head back to the Prydwyn,” he mumbled. “Don’t tell your father/mother about this. Now hurry. Sole packed us a really nice lunch.”

Deacon

Deacon had always wanted to be a father. When he was married to Barbara, he read every pre-war parenting book he could find.

However, the sterile pages of “make sure to speak gently but firmly” and “check your baby has reached certain developmental milestones per year” never covered what to do when you adopt the synth child of an Institute genius.

Shaun was constantly building (and blowing up) contraptions. Wiring strange blinking inventions. Asking Deacon to find textbooks on physiology and number theory.

Deacon’s biggest fault was giving into every whimsical request Shaun made of him. He was the first one to volunteer for Shaun’s whacky science experiments. Filled Shaun’s bookshelves with salvage from pre-war classrooms and hospitals. Let Shaun paint his face with weird ink the kid claimed would turn him invisible.

(The paint didn’t work. Deacon broke out in hives.)

He could just never tell the boy no. And he never would. Shaun was the son he always wanted.

Gage:

“Well shit, boy. Of course you got hurt. What’dya think would happen playing on a scrapheap?”

Gage was a loving parent, but also a blunt one. He was just as quick to point out Shaun’s strengths as he was the kid’s youthful stupidity.

Gage called it “tough love”. Sole said it was “asshole advice”.

He just didn’t want Shaun growing up in a way that wouldn’t teach him to defend himself. Even if that defense was against sarcasm.

Shaun is jumping on the couch when Gage enters his room, startling him. In Shaun’s panic, he falls to the floor and twists his ankle.

“Ya can’t jump on the damn furniture and not expect to --” Gage had barely started his lecture when Shaun burst into tears. The boy started babbling about always being a disappointment and never doing anything right.

Gage fell to his knees next to Shaun, his own face twisted in pain.

“No, no! Shaun, that ain’t what I meant, son. You’re smart and creative and all that wonderful shit. Please don’t cry! Here...” Gage took off the armor over his torso and flexed his arm. “Punch me hard as you can. Then we’re even.”

Shaun’s sobs turned to sniveled giggling. “Are you trying to get me to stop crying before dad/mom finds out? Afraid we’re gonna get grounded?”

Gage laughed heartily. What had he been thinking?! Shaun was his son, not a little brother who needed to feel equal.

“Your damn right,” Gage lied, smiling. “‘Cause if Sole won’t let us read past bedtime after this I’m blame’n you, kiddo.”

Hancock

Don’t judge Hancock’s parenting skills. Not many could raise a boy in a neighborhood known for its lack of goodness. Despite its name.

He was a hands-off parent. Hancock observed Shaun from afar, of course. But he wanted Shaun to make his own mistakes. Find his passions without any authority nudging him in a certain direction.

That all changed when he caught Shaun smoking a cigarette in his room. Hancock acted like the kid was snorting buffout.

“We raised you better than this, Shaun!” Hancock snatched the cigarette from Shaun’s mouth and stomped on it. “This stuff’ll kill you! You think smoking is cool? You wanna impress the ladies? Get a good head on your shoulders. Do something with your life. That’s how you get status. Not...” He gestured exasperatedly around them. “...drugs!”

Shaun bust out laughing. “You gave me a pack last night, Hancock. When you and dad/mom came back from the Third Rail. You were going on about me finally being a man and if I was going to do something reckless might as well do it in the house.”

Hancock was speechless.

“And you were, like, totally high,” Shaun added.

[Hancock disapproves... of himself]

MacCready:

MacCready is a family man. He loves Shaun like his own flesh-and-blood. 

He’d do anything for the kid. Storm the Glowing Sea. Infiltrate an Institute 2.0. Join the damn Brotherhood of Steel if needed.

And MacCready shows it. He is the one who teaches Shaun to shoot his first gun, ride a bike and change the radio station by shooting a rubber band.

Which is why it is shocking every time........ MacCready calls Shaun by the wrong name.

“Hey Duncan! Shoot, I mean Dogmeat! Darn it. Codsworth! Um, no. Shaun!”

It’s a classic dad move to call your kid the dog’s name.

It’s an advanced dad move to call your kid after your partner’s Mr. Handy.

Shaun is always flustered but laughing. “Did you call me every person’s name in this house but my own?”

“Can it. And, um, please bring me a rubber band so I can change the station.”

Preston:

Preston was happy to teach Shaun to shoot a gun or repair a generator. There were plenty of mundane tasks and skills that needed mastered to survive in the Commonwealth.

It was the growing-up talks Preston needed to have with him that were the hardest.

He rather help Shaun scrub the entire Castle with a toothbrush than explain where babies come from.

Preston wasn’t some delicate wallflower. He hadn’t survived so long in the Commonwealth by being overly-sensitive.

But there was something about answering questions about bodily functions and puberty that twisted his stomach.

“Well, you see Shaun...” Preston coughed. “When a mommy and a... you know, when a...”

Shaun blinked. “When a mommy and a who do what?”

“Can’t you just ask Sole?”

Piper

The woman who profits off her kid sister’s labor is not the most ethical of mothers.

Piper lets Shaun get away with far more than he should, and pushes him further than he sometimes wants to go.

She doesn’t understand why Sole won’t let him get a part-time job at the water treatment plant.

“When I was his age I was cleaning chimneys and bartering with caravans!”

Piper encourages Shaun to work hard, and so when Sole deems most jobs in Diamond City too dangerous, she lets him sell papers with Nat.

Unfortunately, Shaun is garbage at it. He’s more occupied with pointing out Piper’s typos than actually advertising.

Piper eventually drops the whole “child labor” thing and allows him to be more of a kid. She knows he deserves a break after all he’s been through.

Nick:

As someone who has encountered many cases of missing children, Nick can be a little overbearing.

He’s adamant about enforcing curfew and knowing exactly which friends Shaun hangs out with.

However, he struggles to understand Shaun’s youthful desire to be “normal”

“One of your parents is a gen-2 synth detective and the other is a pre-war popsicle, Shaun. You were never going to be boring, that’s for sure.”

He really tries to make Shaun feel like a regular kid. Nick introduces him to crime noir comics and a respectable wardrobe. Even if Shaun feels like an outsider, the kid has developed excellent taste.

X6-88

Coursers were designed for killing. Not parenthood.

X6 tries his best to be a sensitive father. He listens to Shaun’s problems and, only when asked, offers solutions.

He even researches games Shaun might like to play, just so they could experience some traditional pre-war father-son bonding. 

However, Sole banned sports in the house. An errant baseball through a window could be blamed for that.

X6′s biggest mistake was trying to impress Shaun. He didn’t realize Shaun loved him unconditionally. Coursers only knew the value of usefulness. If he wasn’t actively showing his worth as a father, he felt like he was failing.

Shaun finally begs X6 to stop his constant posturing. “I don’t love you because you give me toys and take me on cool trips,” Shaun explained. “I love you because you’re my dad.”

X6 felt like Father of Shaun was a better title than even Father of the Institute.

#fallout 4 #fallout 4 reactions #i forgot this was romanced for a sec and added codsworth so this'll be him as a synth #which is still one of my favorite AUs and im dying to write it #each reaction got more crack the harder my sleeping pills hit #hancock #danse #maccready #nick valentine #fallout 4 piper #fallout 4 cait #fallout 4 curie #fallout 4 deacon #codsworth #fallout 4 gage #x6-88 #preston garvey #babbiebooc

[tnbc-thoughtsandheadcanons]

I recently watched “Nightmare Before Christmas” for the first time in a couple years and while watching I got an idea for an AU. What if Sally was Human? And instead of Jack stumbling upon the Hinterlands and finding the Christmas Door, it’s Human!Sally stumbles into the Hinterlands and goes through the Halloween Door and ends up exploring Halloween Town where she crosses paths with Jack. I imagine their relationship in this AU as they become fast friends while also having a slow-burn romance; Jack being the one who is instantly smitten viewing Sally as his Muse, while Sally is the one who takes longer to realize her feelings for the Pumpkin King. I have a couple more ideas for this AU, but I just wanted to see what you thought.

!!!! How lovely!

#sally skellington #sally finkelstein #ask #babbiebooc #AU #human!au #jack skellington #jack and sally #jack x sally

[carissimipaixao]

Can I request “Melody” with Lupin III please

─ MELODY

published on: october 17, 2022 requested by: anon pairing: arsène lupin iii & reader word count: 1.3k+

You live in a distant world.

Whatever you used to consider reality is gone, replaced by eternal darkness and the blur of sounds and colors that lay beyond your eyelids. You see nothing and you aren’t present, but you often feel like a part of your spirit lingers in that world that you used to experience so much — where you experienced love, sadness and anger. While it happens, your body remains laid down, resting and recovering. From what, you don’t remember. You only have a glimpse of an impact, the phantom sound of tires screeching.

You’re constantly in and out. Sometimes, it feels like days have passed, perhaps even months. You can’t really tell, but you rely on the sounds around you, the sensations that your skin catches on, such as those cold breezes that your maid would often shut out immediately after (you’d know, she loves to curse when it happens — it’s a shame you can’t laugh and watch her face erupt into flames, upon being caught). Your ears catch onto the subtle sound of rain as it hits the window and the little drops that fall one by one from the roof. It feels peaceful — for your spirit, perhaps. You’d be lying if you didn’t say you weren’t curious about the state of your physical body, but ignorance is bliss.

You hardly recall what happened for you to be like this, to remain unaware of whatever happens in your previous reality and to be utterly alone with your thoughts and your essence. It feels as if you are infinitely drifting in the unknown — untouched. The link that connects your spiritual self to your physical vessel is weak, but you assume that the occasional sensations you catch on allow the link to thrive, even if for a little longer.

Yet, there is a particular day where you feel as if you are being dragged back to your body, as if something — someone — is claiming you once again and rejoining you to that reality.

Perhaps, it isn’t the rain outside that gets your attention, but, rather, the subtle click in the room. You try to define the source, coming to the conclusion that it’s the door. There is a moment of silence and uneasiness. You pretend to feel the hairs on the skin raising in response, because, if you were awake, that most certainly would happen, right? You aren’t just someone; you have a reputation and you have your fair share of stories about scenarios where your reputation nearly ended you. You had heard nothing prior to the rain and the lock, but you’d be stupid to assume that whoever is with you didn’t end the life of your maid — and guard — silently.

Footsteps. The heels click against the wooden floor. The intruder knows you can’t respond, and so they have no reason to be stealthy around you. You think of your maid once again. Where is she?

For a moment, you just listen to the slow footsteps as the intruder walks around the room — or towards you, you can’t really tell. You try to think of your life as it once was, anything to comfort you as the threat looms over your head. And, then, you hear shuffling to your left. There is another click — the loading of a weapon, you’re sure — and a subtle sound that you can’t identify.

That’s when the room is suddenly filled up with music. The moment the first seconds of the melody play, you feel your soul burst within, and the thoughts that once roamed your head are now gone, replaced by fond memories and color.

Although certain elements from those memories have long been forgotten, as though a canvas whose pigment has begun to fade, you remember your living room, a thin shawl abandoned on the garnet couch, and yourself, being guided to the center of the room. The hand you held felt rough to the touch, perhaps a product of many years of mischief and adventures, but, at the same time, there was a certain gentleness to it. Despite what that hand has done to many people, especially some that can no longer tell the tale, it feels soothing. You knew back then that hand could end your life in a flash, if needed, but you couldn’t help but let yourself play along with whatever fantasy the man was attempting to create at that moment.

As he pulled you slowly to him, he began to move side to side. A saxophone played softly in the track, and you immediately relaxed against the man — it had always been your favorite vinyl, anyway. He grabbed your other hand, humming the melody, as he smiled down at you. Unlike the times he would seduce you with a wide, charming grin with half-lidded eyes, his lips formed a smaller and much more peaceful smile. Months ago, you would have rolled your eyes at him, and you would have pulled away, creating as much distance as you could from him. But, in that moment, you smiled and you pretended the sudden warmth on your face was a trick of your mind, nonexistent.

A voice — is it the one next you, is it the one from your memories, or an amalgamation of both? — hums alongside the melody.

You didn’t know how the man managed to drag you away from your otherwise peaceful life into a life of crime and chaos — from walks in your garden, to police chases; from attending boring parties with high class nobles, to contributing secretly with the thief and watching the treasures being stolen right in front of you, feeling a phantom kiss on your cheek as the lights are off.

Dangerous, yes, but thrilling. You would do anything to keep those fireworks inside your soul going. It would come to an end fairly quickly, though. Was it after that little dance, that secret kiss against your lips (and the breath he stole away from you)?

There is a weight on your bed. Whoever is next to you sits down slowly, as if not to disturb your sleep. Your heart cries out, I know who this is. I know he’s here. Let me be with him. Let me touch him. And, you want to obey your heart, but your body has never obeyed you before. It has continuously refused to do what you tell it to do.

For a moment, you feel something on the back of your hand. Is it a finger, tracing your knuckles? Or, is it a hand, now resting on yours? There is a pull, and you feel a softness on the palm of your hand. A kiss. It sparks once again a fight within your mind and your soul, and you remember the feeling and you remember how his kisses on your hands and on your skin have always felt like. You ache to touch him, and your finger twitches in his hold. And, it does it again.

His humming has gone quiet, upon your sudden movements. You realize he felt you, and you try to reconnect. But, from putting all your will and all your strength into those two short and sharp movements, when all you wanted to do was to move your hand and your arm and search for him, you are certain you are bound to go back to the darkness you’re so familiar with, and you’re afraid you won’t resurface for a while, as it always does when you try to come back to the reality you once knew.

The music distorts, and it grows distant. You think you hear a name, soft and tender, but you aren’t sure.

You are dragged back to the new world you have become accustomed to, and you ache and you cry for what was once yours, for whom used to be yours. I need to see you again, you promise him, and, even if he can’t hear you, you refuse to go down without a fight; he has reawakened you.

#arsène lupin iii x reader #lupin iii x reader #lupin x reader #lupin the third #lupin the 3rd #lupin the third x reader #lupin iii #christmas inbox #babbiebooc #fanfic #fanfiction #request #lupin the third fanfiction #reader-insert #reader #x reader

[love-fictional-ppl]

Petite!fem!reader w/ a high metabolism

Part 1

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Summary: this is part 2 to a request. reader goes off on “almond mom” for judging her for eating while out w her man🤞

Pairings: Sabo x reader, Trafalgar D. Water Law x reader

Warnings: language, Karens, mentions of sex, drinking, food (obviously), characters are kinda ooc

A/N: this was requested so long ago and I genuinely feel horrible for how long you have had to wait for a part 2. I hope that you atleast enjoy this @babbiebooc

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Sabo:

Tbh he finds it cute

Is that bitch that compares it to his little brother

Will ask you if you ate or if you’re hungry

Doesn’t fuss too much about your eating since he knows you can handle yourself

The revolutionary army had sent troops to an island village. You and Sabo at the moment had plenty of downtime.

“Sabooooo, I’m hungryyyy,” you whine.

“Let’s go get a bite to eat then,” Sabo replies. Wandering around looking for a tavern or restaurant, you finally spot a tavern.

You and Sabo find a spot to sit, out of the way but able to observe who came in and out. You were especially hungry today having ate nothing all day. You decided you didn’t mind spending money since you had just gotten paid.

Sabo ordered himself something to eat and a drink. You both chat and enjoyed your food and each other’s presence.

After a moment you noticed the slight frown on Sabo’s face. You sat and listened for a second and heard a woman talking with her family.

“It baffles me how some women can’t even have the decency to use proper table manners in front of their men,” you were fuming hearing her words.

Before you could do anything, Sabo spoke up, “And it baffles me you don’t even have the decency to talk about somebody you don’t know out of earshot.”

The woman looked flushed and overall embarrassed, nonetheless she went back to eating silently this time.

You couldn’t help feeling butterflies after seeing Sabo stick up for you.

“You know, that was really hot,” you told him.

“Was it?” He responded, cheeky.

“Why don’t we head on out of here?”

Sabo didn’t respond, he simply set down a sack full of berries to pay. He then, grabbed your hand pulled you and dragged you out the place.

Trafalgar D. Water Law:

He doesn’t really care honestly

In his opinion eating is healthy therefore if you wanna eat a entire buffet, knock yourself out

He only finds it odd that you eat so much but barely put on 2 pounds

Thinks ur stomach is a wormhole

You were hungry and wanted to get something to eat, Law originally wasn’t gonna come but then after 10 minutes he decided to join you.

You browsed the market set up in the town considering cooking something yourself, then you spotted a restaurant with the best looking desserts.

Law wandered off to go find a bar but promised he would return. In the meantime you decided to order yourself almost the entire menu.

While you were busy chowing down on a chocolate cake u hear a woman talking a few little girls. Maybe her daughter and her friends?

You hear the withered looking woman say, “You see how she’s sitting alone, that’s for a reason. Eat like that and you’ll be just like her when you’re big girls.”

You started tearing up out of frustration. “Actually you witch, there’s a reason why I eat the way I do. And I’m not alone, thank you very much, I have a boyfriend who will be here any minute. When he does get here me and him will be leaving to go have sex, have a good day.” You slammed the money on the table, oblivious to the fact Law had just witnessed the whole thing.

You heard Law say something like stupid cunt and turned around to see him glaring at the woman.

You almost started sobbing out of relief to see him. Law stared back at you with a relaxed smile and calmly asked, “so are we gonna go have sex?”

Laughing uncontrollably, you reply, “hell yes.”

Smiling like idiots, you walk back to the ship hand in hand.

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A/N: ok so I was gonna include kid but my tumblr is glitching where every time I save the draft it deletes his part😭😭

#one piece sabo #one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgardwaterlaw #revolutionary sabo #flame emperor sabo #sabo x reader #one piece law #trafalgar d law x reader

[demon-girl-2004]

Gender not specified

Romantic

Request by @babbiebooc

Request:”Continuing from my last ask, the one that you titled “Destroy”, taking place after Wukong returns to Flower Fruit Mountain after completing the journey and reuniting with his love and they finally after 514 years get married. However, because of the attack from Erlang, Wukong’s S/O now has PTSD from the experience. How do you think each Wukong (and LMK Macaque if you want to add him too) would help their S/O through their panic attacks when triggered?

1 | 2

Destroy 2

Yes. With every bone In his body, he would be there through every single step with you. He would hold you close and whisper to you or give you all of the space that you needed. He’s there. Whenever, wherever. He will always be there ready to help and hold you. And I don’t think that the other wukongs would act any differently. They’d all be there for you in the best possible ways. They’d be clam and patent. As this all takes place before you wedding you can beat your ass once he’s returned the two of you will he married immediately with his master and friends all there to celebrate with you.

Macaque does everything he can to help you, he’s willing to kill for you just to make sure that you feel safe. He willing to do absolutely anything for you. Because he adores you and he hates that this had to happen to you of all people that it could happen too. He’s beyond angry and honestly he’s just as scary as wukong.

Masterlist2

#monkie kid #lmk monkey king #monkie kid macaque #sun wukong x reader #x reader #sun wukong #monkie kid art #smitexreader #monkie kid monkey king #lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong #nezha reborn #smite gods #dota2 #league of legends

[krizaland]

We can all agree that Zim is overprotective and a jealous baby that scares off creeps hitting on his s/o, but how would he react to his s/o being jealous and scaring off people hitting on him?

Ooh! What an interesting question!

When an unwanted suitor set their sights on Zim the little alien didn’t know how to react.

At first he was confused. What was this strange human trying to pull? Where they just being too friendly or were they trying to expose him.

Either way Zim was beyond uncomfortable.

Luckily, you came to his rescue.

“Get away from my boyfriend you creep!” You snarled as you stood in front of Zim protectively.

“What are you gonna do if I don’t?” The unwanted suitor sneered.

Wrong Answer.

“Something horrible.” You seethed as you grabbed the unwanted suitor by the shirt. Your words dripped with venom as you spoke.

Your fiery gaze was enough to make all of the color drain from the unwanted suitor’s face. 

“Leave my boyfriend alone or I will destroy you.” Your voice was a cold whisper as you forced the unwanted suitor to meet your gaze.

“Ok! Ok! Just please don’t hurt me!” The unwanted suitor begged as tears trickled down their cheeks.

You let the unwanted suitor fall to the ground and chuckled as you watched them run for the hills.

Zim’s jaw hung wide open! Wow! That was both terrifying and exhilarating! Zim couldn’t even form proper sentences as he stared at you in awe.

“Are you ok?”

Your voice brought Zim back to reality.

“Eh? Oh! Yes! Yes! Zim is fine! It’s just...I wasn’t expecting that!” Zim stuttered as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Sorry about that. I guess I got carried away.” You let out a half hearted laugh.

“No! Please, do that more often! That was very exciting!” Zim squealed as he clasped his hands together.

“Will do!” You chirped as you kissed his cheek.

#invader zim #invader zim headcanons #babbiebooc

[thisismyjamokay]

I’m sorry to hear that you’re quarantined but just stay strong and healthy!

Thank you so much! I assure you that my family and I are safe and healthy. My college and my brother’s high school has been shut down so we’re safe from catching it from anyone else. Just have to wait it out!

#babbiebooc

[spiderfishbaby]

📂 for Maya pretty please 🙏😊

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

Of course!

Maya is a complete daddy’s girl. When she was little, she wanted to be apart of anything her father was doing. Even if what he was doing... wasn’t exactly meant for children. 

#headcannons #babbiebooc

[yourlocalfandomfreak]

I love the idea of Purple having a goth s/o! I think Red’s type is like a sassy self-made business lady with a street wise edge from a tough past. Could you wright some headcanons about Red X Sassy!S/O pretty please?

Headcanons and imagines are closed until I finish through all the requests in my inbox.

Also I think I already wrote some headcanons on that-? :0

#babbiebooc

[peachyloveswriting]

Slow dancing || Lupin x reader

Fandom: Lupin The Third

Warnings: none

Type: fluff, fic

@babbiebooc

Spending time alone with Lupin was hard to do now, with the gang being cramped up in the house for Christmas. And under the very rare occasion that you and him get the house to yourselves, it's always a treat

This time was so much different than the last, lupin had Christmas music playing all throughout the house and you just couldn't resist dancing to it. It wasn't really dancing but you'd like to think it was. This time when Jigen and Goemon left they said that they wouldn't get back for a week, you were so excited you nearly shoved them and their packed bags out the door.

You were waiting for Lupin to finish whatever he had been trying to do and were just doing your own thing dancing in the living room. He must have been done already because when you turned around he was leaning against the entrance to the room. He stood up straight and walked over to you, slipping his hand into yours and smiling.

"Mind if I join?" He asked.

"Sure."

You smiled cheekily as he rested his hand on your lower back and pilled your body close to his. He spun, dipped, and tenderly kissed your cheek. The smile on your face just wouldn't seem to leave. Leaning your head onto his chest you closed your eyes momentarily. The two of you continued to sway back in forth in a rhythmic way. Lupin breathed in suddenly, you lift your head to look up at him.

"You know," He started. "You're the only person in the world I'd give my soul to be with forever, right?"

Your breath hitched in your throat. You chuckled lightly to yourself.

"You're joking, right?" You asked.

Lupin shook his head, his answer had your chest heating up. smiling you rested your head back on his chest. "I would too." You said.

The fire in the fireplace made dancing shadows twirl around the both of you, the warmth keeping you both cozy and the soft orange glow making you feel right at home. Christmas eve and this is what you were doing, slow dancing in the arms of the man you love the most.

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[krizaland]

What I just want to see at the end of your Zimvoid story is all the Zims getting back to their own S/O, Number 2 (who I imagine is from a medieval timeline) meet his S/O, and Specs and Brutus finding a cloning machine and using the original Zim’s S/O’s hair or something so they could have their own S/O again. I just want everyone to have a happy ending.

Ooh! I love your ideas! Unfortunately, The ending of Enter the Zimvoid has already planned out and I’m currently writing it as we speak.

While there will be a happy ending, I’m afraid it’s a bit too late to change it now.

However, your ideas sound super fun! Perhaps I’ll write a little something for them another time.

Thank you so much for your suggestions! While I can’t write them at this time, I promise you there will be a happy ending!

I love you!

#babbiebooc

[thisismyjamokay]

Hi if you don’t mind me asking what’s the plot of the Baxter x Molly human AU?

Oh! You mean that short comic I made a bit ago? 

Well, I didn’t really make the comic with a big plot in mind. Mostly just poor Baxter having to try to gain the trust from Molly’s protective family. 

Doesn’t really sound all that interesting sadly, but I liked the idea at the time. 

Sorry if that wasn’t what you wanted to hear. 

Thank you so much for the ask though!

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