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mjart12699 · 1 month
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MC: one of the roosters ran up to me, gave me a pebble and did a flirty little dance while making happy noises. Which is the rooster equivalent of a proposal. A truly devastating blow to my boyfriend (Muriel), the man who helped raise him.
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paperstarwriters · 8 months
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(A little drabble I wrote directly into the tumblr post system lol)
I don't think Muriel has more than one plate in his house.
I can't help but imagine that he did once. That Asra had their own plate he carved with a clumsy little star in the center or something, but when Asra spent more time at MC's shop, they took with them a handful of their favorite things, which included the plate but excluded Muriel.
And so, he's had nothing but a single plate in his hut. A single plate and a single cup. Inanna drinks water from a bucket or runs down to a nearby river to get her fill.
I don't think Muriel ever really gets a second plate—or at least he waits a long time before he does.
When you move in with him, he's ashamed of the absence at first, that he didn't have anything for you to use, but you just grin, and propose you share the plate for now.
When you said for now, you offered to go buy your own plate at the store. When you said for now, Muriel offered to carve your own plate for you. It takes a little discussing, but you concede to Muriel's offer, and he sets out to carve your plate for you. Not before you eat your current meal of course.
It's a small meal. Nothing too astounding, but when it's piled as two servings on one plate, Muriel can't help but feel like it's too much. Like he's hoarding food, taking so much more than he should.
He tries to eat less. Tries to count the entire meal together. one for me, two for you, one for me, three for you. But all it takes is for you to cling to the spoon you had passed between the both of you, and use it to feed him to make him forget the count entirely.
You lean into his space, and coax his mouth open, your eyes on his, dropping to his lips, as you offer the spoon to him. He complies. Easily. Helplessly. He complies, and accepts the food you offer him earning a pleased smile on your own lips.
Still holding onto that very same spoon, you feed yourself a bite.
And perhaps it's because you had been passing it between you earlier, or that he was simply more preoccupied with counting the number of bites he took, but somehow, watching you eat with the same spoon he used seems more intimate than it should be.
You feed him another bite, and then another, and another, and Muriel has to scramble for the spoon before you pull it back down to the plate, before you feed him all that's there.
this time, he has the chance to feed you. He offers the spoon up to your lips and finds himself almost mirroring your mouth as it opens wide to take the spoon, too wide perhaps, and though Muriel can't manage to tear away his eyes from your mouth, he can't help but feel like you're teasing him.
And when you finally accept your bite of food, the pleased hum, is terrifyingly close to a moan. Again, he finds you grinning, radiant and bright, and he has to give up the spoon to you before he ends up conceding to your wishes even more.
Only, when you take the spoon, you don't take a bite for yourself. Once more, you're just back to feeding Muriel.
And it continues like that. Feeding each other as you steal the food from the others' fingertips to get the chance to feed each other. You grow so used to it, that even in other settings, where you each have your own plate, your own spoon and your own fork, you can't help but fall into the habit of feeding each other bites from your own plates.
I imagine that eventually, Muriel would have to finish carving a second plate. To use when one of you is sick so that you don't end up spreading your illness to the other, but even then you still find yourselves feeding each other. It's obvious for the healthy to feed the ill, but sometimes if he's sick, he feeds you a bite or two of your own food careful not to cough or sneeze on your plate, but happy and eager to be able to feed you if only a little. He treats it like a kiss sometimes. Even if he didn't use the spoon himself, it reminds him of the many times, you shared a spoon and a plate.
Even with this second plate however, you're often sharing just one, and still sharing the same spoon, feeding each other bites of the meal as you chat and talk or simply sit and bask in each other's company.
Sometimes you sit on his lap while you eat, facing him with the plate of food on the side, so you can feed him and so he can feed you. It always leaves him flustered, but it also helps him to eat more as he can never really manage to remember how much he's eating when he's this embarrassed about you in his lap.
Idk just a thought.
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rorysmysticalworld · 7 months
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Omg I have A Good Omens Muriel head canon!!!!
Okay so I thought this the other day and have to share!!
I believe Muriel LOVES snow globes. Like I see Crowley (bc I feel like it would be him) gifting it Muriel and them staring at it for hours watching the snow fall!
Especially the ones that play music!!
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count-lucios-bitch · 2 years
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Julian, Muriel, Portia and Asra each with an Mc who’s an artist, (this could mean painting, drawing, whatever you like) thank you !
this ask is 2 years old but I wasn't active two years ago so i'm gonna answer it now 💃
Julian
Constantly asks them to draw him
not in the annoying way that strangers do
more of an encouraging "i love your work and want to see more" type of way
definitely tries to steal supplies for them
they need new paint brushes? he conveniently found some just laying around at the market
he always ends up returning them when told to
and he's been slowly getting better about actually purchasing items rather than swiping them.
Muriel
"You want to... draw me?"
"I guess.. I don't really know how to pose for stuff like that"
big softie just wants to make mc happy
He doesn't really show it but he's always so excited to see the finished product of any art
very respectful of the whole process, tries to avoid looking when it's not done unless given explicit permission
Makes them paint by hand
Like grinds up natural things like rocks and clay and flowers and makes them into paints
Portia
Wants you to teach her to paint
very excited about all of it
she literally grinned and bounced around when she first learned mc was an artist
immediately bought expensive easels and canvases and paints that she definitely could not afford
she later had to return most of it, though she kept the easel
tried to make paint brushes out of her cat's shed fur and failed miserably
actually is a really good artist once she learned how to do it
uses art as a way to spend quality time with mc
Asra
I feel like he would get them into charcoal art
like they'd mention enjoying drawing and he'd immediately pull out some packed charcoal sticks and heavy paper like "Ive been waiting for this moment"
probably taught them how to draw tbh
or at least helped them figure it out
does not care about any messes that they make
he can clean it up with magic, why would it matter?
has only sat to be drawn once
claims he doesn't like posing because it doesn't feel natural
"if you want to draw me you'll just have to catch me in my element"
hope y'all enjoy! (first official headcanon post since i came back)
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bakuliwrites · 2 years
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The M6's Auras
This is just a very personal headcanon, how the M6's aura's feel to me! I had fun writing this one :)
Asra- Wispy strands of incense smoke, afternoon naps with the curtains drawn, secrets whispered into a conch shell
Nadia- Sparkling gems on a satin blanket, the brilliance of a sudden epiphany, the pleasant vibrations of quiet strength
Julian- Amber-scented speakeasies, a fire crackling jovially in the hearth, a jaunty and purifying sea breeze
Portia- A patch of hazy sunlight, sparklers on a summer's eve, the charming twinkle of mischief in someone's eye
Muriel- Spring rain trickling gently onto tree leaves, the point where a temperate forest meets the sea, a misty coast
Lucio- Pop Rocks, late night fireworks, the thrill of adrenaline that courses through your veins on a rollercoaster
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thevoiid · 1 year
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The Arcana spritr Hcs: Muriel
next up: Nadia :]
Okay! Sooo, first up: his casual clothes.
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so!! I'm really proud of Muriels. I gave him grey hairs since he's undergone so much stress. I also have him two more scars, one under his eye and one on his collarbone area.
another thing I did was remove the spikes from his collar and cuffs. I wasn't feeling them, so I got rid of them xoxo
I got rid of the extra belts because,, they were useless I didn't like the way they looked. For the belts I DID keep, I roughed them up. I also roughed up his arm wraps and scarf/wrap thing.
some minor stuff I did that i want to point out:
made his scarf green to add some color
scratched up the cuffs around his arms and neck
messier hair
Now for his masquerade look :D
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Honestly did not do much. I removed his little boob window (sorry muriel lovers). I added patterns to his little transparent arm things and hos blue coat thing.
My favorite part is that I added forget me nots into his hair,, thought it was fitting.
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sotrick · 2 years
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It's been a long time since I last posted. So, there it is, what i've draw in that time
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evanox · 2 years
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Hc muriel has his own shelf of diy soaps, because he's been shown to be good with handicrafts and it would've been a nice nod to his connection to nature,,, soap making sessions with muriel to unwind,, muriel carving them into nice shapes,,
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Hello! Could you please write full headcanons on the M6 getting home one day to find MC dead? They're not actually dead, their body is just vacant after a spell went horribly wrong, but M6 have no way of knowing that.
Thank you!
The Arcana HCs: When M6 think MC is dead
~ @arson-the-ace oh, this. this is going to hurt, isn't it. ~
CW for descriptions of panic attacks, bodies that seem dead, references to past trauma, and your beloved in lots of pain
-- to set the scene --
It was supposed to be an experiment, to see if it was possible to put your body in a preserved or frozen state when you left it behind to visit the magical realms. You did not expect the result to be your body looking and acting like a fresh corpse, or for the spell to have a three hour cooldown time before you could reinhabit it. Your incorporeal self sighs and sits next to your body, resigned to the boredom of waiting it out.
Until, minutes later, the door opens and your beloved walks in, and you have no way of telling them what happened.
Julian
Already fears the worst as soon as he sees you sprawled on the floor - his plague doctor experience with visiting the sick has his instincts fine-tuned for recognizing an unrecoverable patient
Trips over himself in his scramble to get to you and gets a nasty bump on his knee, but doesn't register a thing because he's finally reached for you and he's looking for a sign of life
A pulse. An exhale. The twitch of your eyes moving below your eyelids, anything, anything to tell him that you can be saved
He rolls you onto your back and tries to give you CPR, but he's breaking down too much already for any of it to be effective
Chest compressions turn into him ripping his gloves off, trying to find any of the warmth you've shared with him
Mouth-to-mouth turns into a choked sob against your cold cheek
He can't bring himself to keep going. Each failed attempt at reviving you gets his hopes up only to rip them to shreds again
He doesn't want to move forward. He doesn't want to go ahead with laying you to rest. He doesn't want to leave this drafty wooden floor, without a blanket or a pillow to keep you comfortable
And he can't stand up
He sits cross-legged on the floor, lifting your head onto his lap and laying his coat over you in lieu of a quilt
You watch him droop over your body, shivering in the drafty room without his layers, voice catching and breaking on quiet sobs as he sings you the lullaby his parents sang him before the shipwreck
By the time your eyes flutter open, his voice is gone
He's happy to see you - he's so, so happy to see you, but he keeps hovering over you like he never knows if you're about to collapse for good next time
If you love him, you'll wait a long, long time to do any more magic
Asra
They thought you were playing some kind of game, at first
He walked into the upstairs apartment to see you sprawled on the floor and teasingly called out your name, playfully asking what new mischief you were up to as he hung up his coat
And then you didn't answer them
As soon as he felt that old dread seize his stomach, he was hurrying across the room and asking you what was wrong
They can feel their own body growing cold as they touch your frozen one, pressing a trembling hand to your chest in search of the heartbeat they moved heaven and hell to give you
He's panicking, breaths coming quick and short. The motions of his arms trying to pull you closer to him are far too similar to his frantic digging in the ash filled sands of the Lazaret
They don't know what's worse - the images flashing across their eyes of your charred bone fragments splintering in their bleeding fingers, or your lifeless face lying heavy against their knees
His heart can't take it. The tears give way to an ongoing numb tremor. He places a preservation spell on your body as his last conscious thought before he lies down next to you on the floor
They put their arm under your limp neck and cuddle up to you like it's just another day's end, just another snuggle before sleep while they lay their head down on your icy, silent chest
You watch him hold your body in shock. He seems like he's caught between worlds, alternating between staring at your unmoving stomach while his shaky tears land and pool on your shirt
And reflexively whispering apologies as they mop up their tears with their sleeve, asking if they're squeezing you too tightly
He's quick to check your memories when you wake up, but no matter how healthy you are, he can't leave your side for a week
Nadia
Her intuition is telling her something is wrong as soon as she's approaching her chambers. Seeing you on the ground is her worst nightmare coming true
You're cold to the touch. You don't respond to her voice. You don't respond ... at all. She needs help, you need help, you need help now, she's going to get you everything you need, just hang on
She lifts you into her bed, and the chilly deadweight of your body is more than she can take. When she throws open the door and yells for a doctor, every servant in earshot hears her panicked sobs
She hasn't had a panic attack like this in years
Servants rush in and out in a blur, hurried murmurs and muffled exclamations fading into the background. She feels like she's been plunged underwater, unable to scream as her lungs fill with salt
She sits by your side with your hand in both of hers, clinging to the only part of you she's allowed to touch while the closest physician pokes and prods at your lifeless body. She can't see you anymore
And everyone else? They can't see their Countess at all
They see a broken-hearted woman holding steadfast to her lover's limp hand, breaths jagged and unpredictable as she wails through her teeth. Mercifully, her hair comes undone and hides her wrenched face and streaming tears behind a curtain of purple
You woke her, first from her dreams, then from her apathy, and finally from her loneliness. Watching you succumb to a sleep far stronger than the one that trapped her is wretched beyond words
When you finally stir awake, she refuses to leave your side as the doctors work to ensure that your vitals are stable and to try to figure out what happened and if there are any repercussions
She's glad you're back, but she can't stop herself from waking you in the middle of the night to make sure you're just sleeping
Muriel
He's already convinced of the worst before he can prove it
He knows what a body collapsed in sudden death looks like. He's seen them countless times on the sand of the Coliseum floor, slaughtered at his own shackled hands, but now it's you
Now it's the only person he trusted to never leave his side
He can't register Inanna beginning to whine and pace, he can't register the sounds of the forest outside, he can't register the fire slowly burning down and out in the back of the hut
A lifetime of trained alertness, muted, because his subconscious has decided it can't take paying attention to a world that doesn't have you in it any more
He's finally able to move again when he takes his first shuddering breath in minutes, and he begins to walk and reach towards you in the vague hope that all is not as it seems
But that's when some small, sick part of his brain starts up its tiny chant that he deserves this, that this is the effect of giving in to your misguided desire for his touch, that this is somehow his doing
But the larger part of him, the part of him that loves you and aches for you and is dedicated to you, leans past the furious pain and lifts your head and shoulders off of the floor, enough so he can lower his head and listen for a heartbeat, feel for breath on his cheek
And there isn't any. Your body is as still and lifeless as his hope for something better, and he can't breathe. He can't breathe, and he's curled up in a ball with you in his arms, and he can't breathe
It takes a few hours before he can master his thoughts enough to think. This has happened before, and it was possible for you to come back. Asra, he has to bring you to Asra, he'll give anything
You wake up as he's carrying you through the woods, and it's the first time you've seen his body go so completely weak with relief
Portia
At first, she thinks you're feeling a little silly and sleeping on the floor just to mess with Pepi. Though the way you're lying, you almost look like you've collapsed. That can't be comfortable
It's when she crouches down to wake you up that she can tell something's wrong. Your shoulder is cold - way too cold
She's already got tears running down her face, but never in her life has she let her sadness stop her from caring for those she loves. She shakes you, back and forth, calling your name over and over
At some point she realizes that it's too late, there's nothing she can do, and that's when she starts wracking her brain for someone who can do something. Anything. She's not giving up on you
She's small, but she's strong and she's in pain. She lifts your body and begins to stumble through the Palace garden with you. She leans into the volume of her wails, using them to call for help
First through the gardens, then through the Palace halls, unable to recognize the blurry faces through her tears, but determinedly blubbering out what's happened and how she needs help for you
When someone who might have been the Countess informs her that the physician is out, she walks out the front gates of the Palace. Her ears are deaf to the offer of a carriage into town
Vesuvia still remembers its plague. It has never before heard cries as anguished as the ones Portia sent echoing down the canals as she ran and stumbled with your body to Mazelinka's house
Mazlinka will be there. Ilya will be there. They both know plenty about medicine, they should be able to help, just hang on. Hang on, she tells your cold body, hang on for me
You stir awake just as she crosses the threshold into the basement dwelling, and the emotions she feels are so overwhelming that she almost punches you for scaring her. She can't stop crying
Lucio
When he walks into the room in the inn after his trip to the outhouse, he avoids the sinking feeling in his gut by telling himself you're just napping. On the floor. Without moving
And then he can't take the way his conscience is nagging at him, so he snaps and (not unkindly, but brashly) tells you to get up and get moving already, we're wasting daylight!
But you don't move. You don't give him a disapproving look. You don't grumble when he shakes your shoulder, or open your eyes when he pats your cheek, or smile when you hear your name
He doesn't understand. You're brave, you're strong, you're loving, you're good, you're full of goodness and you're better than anything he ever deserved after what you suffered because of him
Because of ... him
This must be his fault. This must be his actions catching up with him. This must be the fallout of all those rash deals, some forgotten deity must have run out of patience and come to collect
Of course this would happen. It would take a hundred lifetimes to sift through the pile of selfish bargains, of course he missed one, of course he failed to make up for his past deeds, of course ...
Of course an oversight like that would cost him you
But he's not going to let this go. You deserve better. He hauls you into his arms, ignoring the way he chokes at your dangling limbs, and rushes out of the inn and into the deep, deep woods beyond
He screams and cries and yells and threatens and pleads and begs until his voice falls silent and he can taste blood in his throat
He calls out to any angry being listening to tell him, tell him what this is in payment for, tell him what he can put on the bargaining table that would pay back the debt that demanded your soul
You wake up before he can do anything rash, but he squeezes you in his sleep now, as if to challenge any more soul thieves
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alexiaklee · 8 months
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Part 1/?
Headcanons of Muriel since they're on earth 🌼🧡
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mjart12699 · 1 month
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More drawings of my favorite recluse, love drawing stoic characters in their younger years doing goofy shit
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bomber-grl · 6 months
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Muriel dating headcanons♡
Pairing(s): Muriel x Gn!reader (no pronouns used)
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Honestly such a sweetheart
It’s given that he’s very awkward and doesn’t know how to initiate or show he wants affection
However, he is the sweetest man ever
He’s always doing stuff for you, going out of his way and always just wanting to protect you
Regardless of your height, he’s afraid of physically hurting you, he’s very gentle and most times he just allows you to go to him instead of the other way around
By the way, him being awkward and not knowing how to initiate physical affection does not mean he doesn’t want to hold you/be held by you
Oftentimes you’ll find him trying to initiate physical contact
However, with time, he becomes more open and affectionate
Instances like when he was comfortable to be comfortable enough to walk around the market together
He tried to hold your hand and although he hesitated in the beginning he gradually started being more affectionate
So we all know how confident he starts getting in the upright ending right?
Well he becomes super cuddly
He’s always hugging you and wanting to be held by you, always reaching out for your hand and just wanting to be with you at all times
A relationship with muriel would also include spending the majority of your time in the forest and with him in his hut with inana
Not that you mind
It’s always a new adventure with the two of them
And ofc you and Muriel are bound to get into disagreements however they’re short lasted as the two of you really don’t like being on bad terms
I’d honestly rate him as a 10/10
He’s always treating you well and he just really loves you.
Honestly, besides doing things needed for your survival he goes out of his way to make you/give you things
When the two of you were spending your day in the forest, doing whatever it was Muriel need to do, he surprised you from behind and he handed you a small but sweet bouquet he made on his way back to the hut.
Now continuing from how I previously stated that he does things for you, well it just levels up way more during winter time.
He’s always getting firewood, always tucking you in bed, and just anything really
However, once you tell him to stop and lie down with you he does
I know I already mentioned how confident and how he grew as a character in his upright ending
But, despite the fact, he’s still the big easily flustered man you knew
Especially when you tease in public
He always tells you to stop as he covers his strawberry tinted face
But that just spurs you on even more
He’s honestly just a cutie and I think we all already know that
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angelltheninth · 1 year
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The Arcana characters and their kinks (need this cause this fandom is so dead😭)
Yeah the fandom may be dead but I'm still here so... is it really dead?
Pairing: Asra, Nadia, Julian, Portia, Muriel, Lucio x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, restraints, edging, morning sex, public sex, bath sex, fingering, taking orders, orgasm denial, cum marking
A/N: I am here! Not exactly All-Might but for you I can be the bootleg version.
Asra is into fucking you awake. He can have you in your dreams, he can feel you in your dreams, he can make anything happen. But nothing gets him hornier then seeing your pussy react to him, every little lick and kiss and thrust that he does while you're still trying to blink sleep off your eyes.
Nadia will not let you go until you're struggling against her grip to get away. She has you on the edge of the bath, her head between your legs, lapping at your clit, making your slick mix with the sweet smelling bath water. Until she has you passing out from her tongue she won't quit, no matter how many times you tell her you're getting sensitive. Good. That was her plan all along.
Julian has lots of ropes for a reason. You can use them on him or he can use him on you, either way it gets you wet and his cock hard as a rock. When you have him tied up he loves it when you rub the outside of your pussy along the length of his cock, rubbing the cum over yourself and down to his balls. Don't let him cum until he's inside of you, no matter how hard he pulls on the ropes.
Portia wants to have her fingers deep inside of you every moment you're together. Being able to curl them and make you moan even ever she feels like it sends her into such a horny frenzy. She juxtaposes this with extremely soft kisses which confuse your senses, do you relax into the kisses or do you ride her finger until you come?
Muriel is very happy when you mark him with your cum. All over his abs and lower back and thighs and his face. As for when he marks you its usually on your face or your ass if he manages to pull out of your pussy on time. If he doesn't then he wants to get hard again as soon as possible in order to mark you.
Lucio will fuck you anytime he chooses to, even in public. You're his, you should be happy and honored that he chose you of all people to fuck. That pretty collar on your neck has meaning you know? It was a gift from him so lift your neck and display it with pride while he has your legs spread and your pussy throbbing.
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bunshr00m · 1 month
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Do you have any good omens head cannons?
when "the them" get older they still bring up that one time adam went all evil when they're annoyed w him
anathema thought she didn't wanna date until she met newt and realized her type was just very pathetic boys and she hadn't met a pathetic enough boy
for some reason i think muriel would get asked out a lot on earth but at first they wouldn't realize they're dates so they're just happily cruising along being an absolute player. after realizing they'd be like "so if i just keep making lip contact with my dates they'll purchase more human sustenance for me? what an interesting trading system!"
i also headcanon that muriel is a lesbian though because i sense my own
gabriel finds flies on him a lot. in pockets, in hair, in his teeth. beezlebub just wants him to have lil friends
nina isn't very good at expressing affection so she'd do it really awkwardly. she'd hand someone a trinket, say "its yours" and then leave without explaining anything.
maggie hates nina's ex more than anyone. if she ever met them she'd give them a proper little smack. also i can see her as the "with all due respect, which is none..." meme
this one is basically canon but crowley makes fun of aziraphale for saying such british things despite also being british. "just popping off to the loo :)" "jUsT pOpPiNg OfF tO tHe LoOoOo"
finally i think crowley eats burnt ass toast bc he's just weird like that.
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j3nmy · 8 months
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Child of a divorce...
Muriel: exists..
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The fandom:
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bakuliwrites · 11 months
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MC Falling Asleep on M6's Lap (Baewatch)
It's been a hot minute since I posted anything and, unfortunately, I don't have the brain power to do any new content. But I figured I would post a headcanon from my old blog. Someone had requested this a long time ago and I loved writing it. The idea was so cute! I love the Baewatch tale and the bonfire scene at the end is so fun. So, here you go! Also, updated my banners just to try out something new :)
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Asra is more than prepared for you to fall asleep on his lap. In fact, he can sense your exhaustion before even you can. He gives you a knowing smirk at your first yawn, leans back where he’s seated in the sand, and offers up his lap for you to lay your head in.
“I’m not sleepy,” you insist, crossing your arms indignantly. But his lap looks pretty inviting. Within minutes, you’re conked out, head cradled by Asra’s legs. He tenderly runs his fingers through your hair, smiling softly down at your slumbering form.
When it’s time to leave, he gently rouses you from your sleep. “MC,” he whispers, carefully shifting you in his lap, “It’s time to go.” Groggily, you rise. Hand in hand, you and Asra walk the length of the beach, back to your room, where you get some much needed rest, snuggled up in his arms <3
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You’re already resting your head on Nadia’s lap when you feel the first twinge of exhaustion. Your eyes start to droop, though you try desperately to keep them open. You want to watch Julian’s magical fire display, but you’re just so tired.
Nadia discovers you’re asleep when she looks down to see if you’re enjoying yourself. She smiles to herself, moving a strand of your hair aside that’s fallen in front of your eyes. She thinks you look positively adorable. So adorable, in fact, she feels suddenly compelled to pinch your cheeks (but refrains, not wanting to rudely awaken you).
When it’s time to go, Nadia lays a soft kiss on your forehead and whispers your name. She guides you back to your room, holding you close and keeping you warm in the chilly night air. She makes sure you have everything you need before snuggling up beside you in bed<3
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You’re dazzled by the multicolored lights flashing before your eyes, changing with each powder Julian tosses into the fire. There’s so much joy floating around the campfire, you find yourself feeling utterly relaxed. So relaxed, in fact, that you lay your head down in Julian’s lap and pass out.
Julian’s too busy showing off his magical powders to notice you’ve fallen asleep, at first. But when he finally does take notice, he makes sure to quiet down. He rubs small circles on your back, gazing thoughtfully down at your peaceful face. He’s glad to see you so restful.
When it’s time to go, he doesn’t bother to try waking you. Instead, he carefully lifts you into his arms and carries you back to your room. He’s so very gentle when he tucks you in, stealthily sliding into bed beside you and cuddling you close <3
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Portia practically pulls you into her lap when she notices you yawning. With a wink, she promises she’ll wake you up if anything crazy exciting happens. You smile up at her before falling asleep to the comforting sensation of her combing her fingers through your hair.
You’re knocked out for the remainder of the bonfire. Portia makes mental notes of all the things you’re missing, ready to regale you with all of the nonsense that occurred while you slept. She marvels over the fact that you could sleep through Lucio’s racket (though she did see your face twist in what could’ve been annoyance when he was being particularly loud). She was quick to quiet him down, shooting him a dirty look.
When it’s time to leave, Portia leans in to whisper in your ear, “Come on, cuddle bug. It’s time to go.” She giggles as your eyes flutter open and you flash a quizzical look her way. She’s never called you “cuddle bug” before and you’re not sure how you feel about it. You can’t help but laugh a little as she guides you back to the room, ready to settle in for the night with you <3
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Muriel has been silent, as usual, the whole of the night. But you’ve caught him smiling a few times. He seems a bit mesmerized by the changing colors of the fire. Seeing him relaxed makes you feel even more relaxed than you already were. You lay your head down in Muriel’s lap, which startles him at first, and decide to close your eyes for a minute.
Well, a minute becomes a while. You’re lulled to sleep by Muriel’s warmth, the crackle of the fire, and the gentle rush of the waves. Muriel is rigid when he discovers you’ve fallen asleep on him. He doesn’t move a muscle the entire rest of the night, terrified to wake you up. In fact, he barely breathes in fear of rousing you (something you’ll laugh about later).
When it’s time to go, he awkwardly lifts you from the ground, cradling you gently in his arms. You wake up on the walk back to your room, but he keeps you snuggled up in his embrace. When you reach home, you fall asleep again, wrapped up in his arms <3
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In the brief moment that night when Lucio is actually sitting still, you manage to lay your head in his lap. “Don’t you go falling asleep on me, MC!” he teases, catching you yawning, “The night is young, yet!” You roll your eyes at him, settling further in. Secretly, he’s happy you’re cuddling up with him.
Despite Lucio’s hullabaloo, you manage to fall asleep. When he looks down to ask if you want anything else to eat or drink, he notices you’re passed out in his lap. A lot of things go through his mind, all at once. He has half a mind to draw a moustache on you, smiling devilishly at the thought. But he’s also just really delighted that you’re relaxed enough with him to fall asleep.
He lets you rest (though he’s not very good at keeping quiet for you and, in his excitement over the bonfire, he definitely bonks you in the head a couple times with his knee which is followed up by profuse apologies, smooches, and hushes for you to go back to sleep). When it’s time to go, he shakes you awake (a bit unceremoniously), but makes up for it when you return to your room by tucking you into bed and cuddling up beside you <3
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