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ghostbite0 · 2 months

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how do the 21 trio babies interact w each other… both in and out of baby mode. also what do they think of each other’s baby modes

anon i absolutely love this question. im sorry this took forever to answer, i wanted to draw something with it!!!

long answer under the cut :D feel free to ask more about this subject or anything with this au, im happy to do so!

Giyuu: hes the first to go baby mode bc hes also just the most chill. obanai & sanemi immediately realize somethings wrong when the avoidant water hashira is suddenly smiling and snuggling up in shinobu’s arms. obanai gets pissy with giyuu because giyuu tends to look out for him (since obanai is the smallest and weakest baby). if he loses his paci giyuu crawls away to retrieve it. obanai’s not eating? he’s sharing his food. sanemi can’t help but tease the hell out of the two until he is also met with giyuu’s friendship and finds himself being patted on the cheek and having a blue stuffed fox forced into his hands.

giyuu isnt really embarrassed when he snaps out of it— he’s just looking out for his friends so why would he be? if anything he just gets flustered when he remembers he fell asleep while shinobu sang to him. mention a bottle and he’ll short-circuit

Sanemi: obanai & giyuu temporarily united in their panic at seeing sanemi go from a super angry and stubborn person to a giggly baby being entertained by tengen. they watched on in shock as he willingly let tengen pick him up and kiss his little head and immediately turned to each other like what the Hell. sanemi proceeds to try and play with the other babies. shinobu checks on them later to find sanemi forcibly snuggling the two— giyuu is very conflicted and tired and obanai looks ready to jump off a cliff.

sanemi wakes up later and remembers what happened and angrily accuses the two of doing something (he knows they didnt. hes just embarrassed and pissed) and throws things and essentially just has a baby tantrum until gyomei can calm him down. the cycle continues

Obanai: cold and judgmental and sensitive guy is suddenly a little shy sweetheart who is still very very sensitive. sanemi & giyuu are fearing for their lives when obanai is suddenly bawling his eyes out because he woke up and mitsuri and/or muichiro weren’t anywhere to be found, so surely this means they want to get rid of him. sanemi ends up screaming with him so one of the two can put an end to the chaos, and hes mostly just unnerved by how different obanai is acting. giyuu finds it pretty endearing, especially because baby mode obanai actually likes him!

hes very snuggly and always has to be in someone’s arms, especially when he’s doing something as scary as eating. he also tends to be more touchy; he loves petting muichiro’s nose or playing with mitsuri or rengoku’s hair. obanai is always sucking on a pacifier or needing to put his mitten in his mouth and if he doesn't have either hes rlly weepy. cue sanemi and giyuu crawling around trying to find something to help. obanai tends to snap out of baby mode after waking up from a nap, and he’s extremely flustered and defensive. he apologizes profusely to mitsuri/rengoku/muichiro for inconveniencing them, and threatens sanemi and giyuu before hiding under a blanket until he recovers from how embarrassed he is

when they are all baby mode they are inseparable. sanemi basically drags them around and forces them to hang out with him. giyuu likes to look out for them (particularly obanai) and play patty cake with sanemi when they arent cuddled up to each other. obanai shyly observes their games and cheers them both on (alongside kaburamaru) by clapping his mittened hands. when its time for them to nap, they stay close together and cuddle. gyomei is in hysterics at this, and the other hashira must console him before he wakes up the babies with his crying. when they are out of baby mode the following morning they lose their minds and try to avoid each other as long as possible out of embarrassment and frustration

giyuu secretly wishes they will be friends by the end of this transformation, but he doesnt think he deserves it. it always makes him feel better when sanemi is dragging him into games or obanai is cooing in greeting and petting his head.

sanemi has trouble accepting that he enjoys being with them. he cant help but think about his fallen comrades and his siblings, and its easier to push them all away then accept their care. besides, he’s supposed to be the strongest hashira! how can he outrank gyomei when he’s a baby?

obanai hates being the smallest of the bunch, but he can’t deny how nice it is to be looked after for once. hes weaker, so he needs more special attention as well. his trust issues prevent him from accepting their kindness. what are their intentions? are they trying to mock him? he isnt used to being loved, and he is scared of loving them back)

sorry for the giant tangent hello. the demons

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ophelia-writes-fics · 4 months

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hold me close and hold me fast [alec hardy x reader]

It's winter in Broadchurch, and you've noticed a habit of Alec's.

Tags: GN!reader, fluff, romantic fluff, established relationship

Word Count: ~900

TWs/CWs: none, this is pure self-indulgent fluff :)

It was another frigid Broadchurch winter. The entire town had been covered in a blanket of snow and ice that was six inches thick and refusing to let up anytime soon. But despite the endless bad weather, life didn’t stop, so every morning you went to work as usual, and Alec went to the police station. He worked long, exhausting hours, and he was usually either gone before you woke up or out until after you went to bed.

You always knew exactly when he came home on late nights, though. Because if Alec was one thing, it was a goddamn stubborn bastard, and he was a stubborn bastard who refused to wear gloves, a scarf, or a hat in the winter.

No matter how much you pestered him about it, no matter how you insisted he’d get cold, he would swear up and down that a coat was enough and he “didn’t need all that stuff”. And yet, every single night that winter, he’d come home, change into pajamas, climb into bed with you, and put his freezing cold hands under your shirt to warm them up.

It would have annoyed the hell out of you, but when you finally confronted him about it, he looked so taken aback that you realized he’d had no idea he was doing it. Still, he’d apologized, and from then on, every time he came in late, he’d be absolutely sure that his hands were kept outside of your clothes.

That is, while he was awake.

After another few nights of being woken up by freezing hands clutching your chest, you quickly came to a conclusion: whether he wanted to or not, Alec would subconsciously seek out your body heat to warm himself up the moment he drifted off to sleep.

As the weather got colder and colder, you woke up dozens of times to Alec holding you close like you were a teddy bear - every limb wrapped around you, ice-cold hands under your shirt, his face buried in the crook of your neck. It didn’t even bother you anymore. It was adorable, honestly. You knew he’d get all prickly and deny it if you told him, but he really was such a sweetheart, even in his sleep. The peaceful look on his face as he cuddled you made your heart melt every damn time, and no amount of cold hands could compare to how much you loved seeing him happy.

Still, you really wished he would wear some damn gloves once in a while; if not for you, then to avoid getting frostbite when it was below zero outside. So, that winter, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

You took your knitting bag everywhere you went, working on your projects whenever you had downtime, making sure Alec never saw what you were working on. Within a couple of weeks, you had a hat, a thick scarf, and a pair of mittens all completed, so you decided on a plan: on your day off, you’d wait until Alec left for work, then wrap the gift and meet him down at the police station to surprise him. And that was exactly what you did.

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“Darlin’, what’s goin’ on? What’re you doing here?” A worried look crossed Alec’s face as he met you at the door.

“No, everything’s all right! Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” you reassured him, giving his hand a comforting squeeze. “I brought you a gift and figured I’d surprise you, that’s all!”

You handed him the small parcel and watched with anticipation as he opened it, revealing the multicolored pile of warm winter clothes.

He was quiet for a moment.

“Do you like them?” you asked, a bit nervously.

He looked up at you, a shocked smile on his face. “Did you make all this?”

You nodded, and before you knew it, Alec was at your side, embracing you so tightly your feet left the ground for a moment.

“They’re beautiful, love,” Alec murmured, still smiling as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Your heart fluttered with pride.

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The next morning, you were at the breakfast table when Alec was leaving for work. Something was different this morning, however.

“Hmm, someone seems to be dressed rather warmly today,” you teased gently. “Whatever happened to ‘Oh, I just need a coat, darling, I’ll be fine without a hat or a scarf or gloves’?”

He gave you a playful glance of warning, then smiled. “Well, someone put a lot of effort into making sure I’ll be warm, and it’d be a shame to let all that beautiful work go to waste, hmm?” He leaned in and caressed your cheek as he kissed you goodbye, whispered a quick ‘I love you’, then he was gone.

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As the winter wore on, it was much the same as all the winters before it, except two things had changed.

One, Alec never left the house without the winter clothes you’d made him. He treasured them, and you could always tell - he handled them with so much care, folding them gently every night when he got home and running a loving hand over them every now and then when he thought you wouldn’t notice.

And two, Alec never came home with freezing cold hands again.

And you were absolutely delighted to find out that even when he kept warm during the day, he still held you close in his sleep, every single night.

A/N: thank you for reading! i know this is a shorter one and it's a bit silly. honestly, i really just wanted to give alec some love, he's such a sweetheart and the poor thing needs a break lmao. i'll be back soon with some smut! as always, feel free to like/rb/comment/whatever else, and my requests are always open! :)

🍓 this fic's title is from the english version of 'la vie en rose' 🍓

#alec hardy x reader #alec hardy x reader fluff #alec hardy fluff #broadchurch fic #broadchurch fluff

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scarlovebot · 10 months

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DIRTY HANDS

Natasha romanoff x female reader

Summary: Natasha is taken back by your dominant attitude

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧

as the moonlight travels, a welcoming soft glow shimmers through the slight ajar curtains.

Beams of light pour into the almost silent bedroom, painting golden waterfalls across your Pictionary walls.

As the sunlight beams into your dazed eyes, squinting in satisfaction as the day has begun. With a slight groan escaping your lips, you unlace your hands turning swiftly to face the person who made everyday worth it.

you gaze upon the sleeping women in front of you, setting yourself the task of analysing every inch of her beauty.

the way her messy red hair framed her sharp jawline perfectly, making you melt right there and then.

Running your fingertips over the sight on display, tangling each finger into her locks, the softness reminding you of her tenderness.

her rough and bruised lips telling a thousand stories, some of which your yet to have heard. The assassin snored softly, whimpers eluded only leaving your mind to wonder, what she was dreaming about.

Natasha was a women who knew of her power, making those in her presence scramble to leave as quickly as possible.

But not you

Within the first couple encounters between the two of you, it’s was undeniable that the widow was meant to come into your life.

deep down inside, under all those battered layers you could see just how much she wanted to be loved. And in that moment you made a vow to be her constant, conveying the intimacy she craved and adoration all the time.

falling out of your daze, meeting with glistening emerald eyes which could easily be lost in.

Your hands found warmth, caressing her rosy cheeks then moving upwards to wipe away the sleep which littered around her sparkling globes.

the women hummed in a low tone, her voice still croaky from slumber

“are those hands cleans детка?” she questions with a risen eyebrow

Great, our soft moment was ruined with her dirty thoughts.

Your mouth agape

“Seriously Natasha, you’re worried about the cleanliness of my hands when you know exactly where they have been” proceeding to roll your eyes in fake annoyance.

The women had no right to make such a comment, she’s the one who’s draped over the bed in little to no clothing. At least you had the decency to cover up, even if it was a pair of Natasha’s underwear.

Although you knew she didn’t mean to be snarky, you decided to have your fun.

Using your dirty hands to roll over and push away from Natasha, finding a seat on the edge of the bed, only to leave her eyes staring at your naked back.

With a huff and puff, you placed both hands either side of the soft cotton sheets, in line with your hips with the intention of leaving the bed to further on the day.

before even testing out your leg strength you were violently pulled back down, your head nestling into Natasha’s torso.

A loud squeal escaped, followed by childlike giggles

you really couldn’t hold it together for 5 minutes.

“I’m sorry, I love your filthy hands” she spoke

Biting your lip, you question “is that so? Then why don’t you get your hands this filthy?” pointing at the women’s bare chest emphasising the fact that your always the one to end up with the dirty mittens.

Natasha’s eyes widen with torment, she secretly loved it when you’d become dominant. Even if it was for a short moment of time.

Her soft hands trail around your chest, she took this time to think about the situation: was it really her turn to quite literally get on her hands and knees at your beg and call?

At this point you felt pleasure with her softest movements, you liked to treat Natasha as a princess so realistically, you don’t mind doing what she wants.

The women decided with an answer, moved with quick intentions.

grasping your muscular shoulders and pinning you underneath her in one motion.

She was a women of many talents

“тигр, I assure you that my hands will need a thorough wash after this…”

The remaining hours of your day were left locked away in the bedroom, and from that point onwards Natasha vowed to always clean her hands.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha x y/n #natasha x you #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #marvel #black widow

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drowningyoursorrow · 9 months

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(THEY LONG TO BE) CLOSE TO YOU

kyle spencer x gn! Reader

You were new to being in the coven and most often kept your distance from the rest, excluding Violet. So when she brings back a zombie-like boy back from wherever he came from, you were appalled. Everyone eventually had to watch over him and his wellbeing like some baby. You stayed away from him, until you couldn't anymore.

!!!: none? W/C: 1.3k

THE WITCHES had something to attend to, and you didn't want to partake, earlier you had to go over the limit with your powers. Still exhausted and worn out, Cordelia decided that it would be best if you rest. You were a bit ashamed of how weak you still were but knew that Cordelia was always right. You were fine with the suggestion, noting that you could practice a bit more in the meantime and look after the place. Zoe suggested that since you weren't going with them, you could look after Kyle.

You didn't steer clear of him out of dislike, you actually felt sorry for him, and he often made you feel sad. But whenever Zoe were to look after him, he would break down and throw a "tantrum" in the most sudden moments. He seemed to be fond of Zoe, and he would still freak out like that, it scared you a bit. Although he was zombie like and wasn't the best talker, he still had indescribable strength to him. In which you feared him because of it, it was ridiculous, but him being like Frankenstein didn't help your case.

But you knew Zoe cared deeply about his own wellbeing, and she was particularly kind to you. So you decided to suck it up and try your best, now wishing you did help look after him. Because when you walked back into the school, he stood before you, and you didn't know what to do. He had a forlorn expression of Zoe leaving, and it did make your heart ache, so you greeted him with a smile. It seemed he wasn't used to you two interacting either, because he returned with a confused look.

He studied your expression, and you did the best you could to make it seem more genuine coming from you. It sufficed, since he held a bigger smile than you, almost as if he was happy you finally spoke to him. "Alright Kyle, let's uh- what do you want to do?" You paused for a moment, realizing that he can't really answer your question, but he was trying. You tensed, not meaning to already frustrate him, and just grabbed his arm and pulled him with you near the doorway.

"Let's go for a walk, yeah?" You turned expectantly to him, and he nodded sheepishly at the question, extending out his arms. You stared at him confused on what the hell he was doing before realizing, he wanted help with his coat. So you delicately put it on him, afraid that he might react a certain way if you were too fast and urgent. You put his mittens on him too, deciding it was too cold out, he stared down at you as you slid them on.

A smile was adorned on his features as he smiled at you, you were already wearing your coat from previously walking out with the rest. You grabbed your own gloved from your pockets, ready to put them back on, before Kyle stopped you. He stared at you as he wore a big grin and took your gloves, he must'e wanted to put them on you like you did with him. It was a sweet gesture, but it would be harder for Kyle since he already had mittens on, and he was just fiddling with them. Trying to make them fit onto your hands, he was trying his best, but it wasn't really working.

So, you used your fingers slightly redirecting them easier into the opening of the gloves, hum erupting from Kyle. They were crumpled on, but Kyle looked prideful as he looked up at you, awaiting your reaction. "Wow, Kyle, you did it even better than I ever could. You did a good job, thank you for helping me." There was sincerity in your tone as you smiled back at him, "W-Welllcomeee." His reply caught you off guard, you're not usually the one to hear him talk, and you smiled even harder as you led him outside.

You knew Cordelia said it would be better if you were to rest, but how he eager he looked to go on a walk made you want to. Your body and mind were sore, but you figured you could hold off long enough until you get back. As you and Kyle strolled aimlessly, you were thankful that he wasn't able to pick up on much of your staggering. Too absorbed with the scenery and views in front of him and all around him. It made you smile and so you just gazed at him as you walked side to side, you created some distance not wanting to bump into him.

You steered him into the direction of a nearby park, neither of you really speaking. Just enjoying the presence of one another. You finally directed your attention away from Kyle and stared forward, the cool breeze settling around you. "It's so beautiful out here, I should go on walks more." You felt Kyle stifle beside you and give you a pout, unsure of what he wanted, "what, no? I shouldn't go on walks?"

He just shook his head, wanting to obviously say something, but couldn't really muster up the words to do so. Instead, he just took your hand beside him and walked closer alongside you, you were confused now. You two were close now, walking together, "You want us, to go on walks more? Together?" "Yeeess, too....to-togethhherr." You both looked at each other, you nodded at his words as you both giggled alongside each other.

You remembered the proximity of you two, since he got his point across, you separated yourself from him once more. Not wanting to make anything awkward for the both of you, but Kyle snapped his head at you. He was pouting again and tried reaching for your hand again, "are you still cold? Here, you can wear my gloves underneath your mittens." You were beginning to take off your gloves before he stopped you and shook his head, slowly encasing your hands with his. He peered up at you, wanting to know if you understood what he wanted, and you did, you just gave him a small smile.

Confused and unsure of the moment that you two were sharing, you assumed that this would comfort him. So you squeezed his hand to reassure him, and he sheepishly smiled at you before continuing on walking. Although you never really spoke to Kyle, you understood why Zoe cared so deeply for him. Although he was a grown man, he had that sense of wonder in him that disappears in people when they get older. You could see the gleam in his eyes as he looked at you once more, and you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding.

He was so beautiful and throughout your guy's stroll, you acknowledged the amount of times Kyle refrained from lashing out. Instead, he looked deeply into your eyes and relaxed, he was trying not to freak you out, as if he knew why you avoided him. You felt your stomach do something and instead of hesitance and fear as you walked with Kyle. It turned into comfort and relaxation, you let him walk side by side with you and let him be right at your hip. Kyle was smiling incredibly hard as he looked back at you, seeming grateful that you finally let him in.

Neither of you needed to speak and just held each other's hands tighter, not knowing why you both found relief in another. Suddenly you felt hot, very hot, and your skin itched uncomfortably. You felt your legs begin to give out as your breath quickened, your body was beginning to feel incredibly painful. And your steps began to falter, Kyle only turned to you, hearing yelling, before you fell and everything turned black. You should've listened to Cordelia, she was always right.

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- Title is a song that pre-death Kyle would listen to unironically when he's in love - Part two, maybe if I'm feeling romantic - I love Kyle, he's so adorable - Mildly proofread

Hope you enjoyed and if you have any requests or questions please dm!

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subwaysurf45 · 2 years

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Falling in Love

Summary: fall time was always your favourite, but being pregnant can take away some of the activities.

Words: 749 (little drabble)

Warnings: pregnacy, literally nothing

A/N: shout out to @jadedvibes and their amazing fall writing challenge! check out their rules and ideas as well as the challenge's masterlist. again, amazing ideas and so happy I could be a part of this!

Being pregnant during the fall had been the worst so far of all the seasons you had endured. seven months along and you would still choose the blazing hot sun over your particular situation right now. Fall was your favourite season and not getting to enjoy it like you did all the years before hurt in a way that was close to indescribable.

But now you sat on a lawn chair, bundled up to the nines, thermos in your hands, simply watching Bucky, your husband, rake the leaves.

Your favourite fall activity.

The show was great, seeing him work a little line of sweat on his brow. Part of you couldn’t believe you could see the faintest ripple of his back muscles through his waffle-knit long-sleeve, sweater, and jacket. While he was making it interesting you couldn't help but feel envious of Bucky, getting to do one of the simple pleasures in life.

“I mean, they’re just going to keep falling,” he sighed and restest against his rake, after finding out about the news you moved into a semi-detached home instead of staying in the apartment. This was the first time either of you had dealt with a lawn, “why are we even doing this?” his hand brushed back his hair.

A twinge of sadness grew, “cause it’s my favourite thing,” you offered with a sad smile, “I love raking the leaves,” your hand found its way to your bump, soothing yourself.

“I know but why couldn’t your favourite activity be baking cookies or watching movies? Why labour?” He walked over to you and fixed the toque that sat crooked on your head, smiling widely when you barely fought back because of how often he did it.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “it made me feel like this…mysterious girl next door growing up like I was different because I wanted to rake leaves instead of baking cookies,” you stood up and bucky placed his hand on your stomach, “I got to listen to my own music, organize a place, and feel cool while doing it.”

Bucky giggled and pulled you into a hug, “well, we can do this another time but I think we deserve a break,” he pulled back, “all that watching must have worked you up an appetite,” Bucky threw his arm around you and walked you up the few steps to get to your house, you were so close to saying it but Bucky cut you off, “once you’re napping I’ll clean up the lawn.”

You had been directed by your doctor to rest more, that’s why you couldn’t rake the leaves. Bucky brought you straight to the couch and laid a blanket on you, walking into the kitchen after. Your eyes closed as you listened to him bang a few pots together, talking to himself as he cooked.

You must have fallen asleep because when the banging stopped you heard a little coo from Bucky, feeling him push your hair out of your face and begin to take off your bulky jacket, scarf, and mittens.

“I hope you know you’re not that mysterious girl next door anymore,” his voice was rumbling as he kept quiet, “you’re my wife and you’re gonna be that mother of our kid so I’m sorry I didn’t let you rake the leave because I’ve known you long enough to know you were upset about it,” his finger carefully pulled down your zipper, “but I hope you know in a years time we’re gonna have a little you running around and wanting to rake as well, making it go a little faster, I hope,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Still holding onto consciousness you gravitate towards him, “we’re gonna have a baby,” you whispered and pulled him onto the couch, “I love you, honey,” saying the words and realizing how your family was going to change soon was a lot to take in, if you weren’t so tired you would have been freaking out by now.

Bucky was quick to make you fall back asleep, “look at you,” you were curled in his chest, one hand protectively around your bump like always, even in the dead of sleep you were still protecting your baby, “you’re so cute, sometimes I look at you and realize how hard I've fallen in love with you; I love it.”

“If it’s a girl, can we name her Becca?” you mumbled, not meaning to say that out loud, that was supposed to be a conversation for tomorrow.

He laughed, “I’d love that.”

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happysadyoyo · 6 months

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Oh! Oh! Can you do the human diguise? Just anything really.

But if you want ideas I'm thinking maybe...

Sun wants to read some books but he himself doesn't know where to even start because outside of a few picture books for abolute toddlers DCA never even held a one in their hands!

maybe about knitting? or general survival tricks? or maybe just some novels?

So Sun asks librarian for recomendations but in his excitment he goes thourght books far faster that should be humaly possible and then he catches himself and is seriously afraid but

the librarian just worry the books they recomend must be not what Sun needed because this guy CLEARLY doesn't read them at all.

Ahh you've unlocked a core memory of mine. I might've gone off the rails and put a little too much of me into y/n but here we are.

As always, Human Disguise AU belongs to @pillowspace. She just lets me play in her sandbox.

"You haven't even used your library card yet?" You're almost offended for the library honestly. A building full of worlds and your new friend hasn't even touched them.

"It's been a bit hard to find the time, buuut I want to!" Sun's quick to reassure you when you frown (pout really) at him. "I do, I promise. Maybe you can give me some recommendations on where to start?"

The magic words. Every job has that One Task that makes it worth it. When you had been a cashier it'd been your uncanny ability to pack bags perfectly. As a janitor, it was leaving a floor sparkling clean after a night pushing the waxer. And here?

Here it was finding the perfect book for someone to read.

"Okay let me think," you say, grabbing a cart of returns to push. "I don't know if you're more of a nonfiction or fiction reader. I need some clues."

Sun's chuckle is just a little on the shy side. Cute. "I'm not entirely sure I know either. Sorry." At your exaggerated sigh, you catch a glimpse of his gloved hands raising in mock surrender. "I really will enjoy whatever you decide!"

"Okay well, you've given me a challenge. Let's find a few things and see what you like the most." You shove the cart a little too hard around the corner, catching a misplaced stool. The cart jerks and Sun grabs it before you can tip it over and lose all your books. "Oh sorry! Are you okay?" This is what you get for being too excited.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Are you?" Sun rests his hand on you for just a moment, jerking away just as if he's been burned. It hurts, just a little, but he just seems to be adverse to touch. So you bite your tongue and deal.

"I'm fine. You're my hero, saving the cart," you say, watching Sun's face. He turns away, and you can only guess he's being shy. "Anyway, I have an idea for your first book."

"Oh?" He trails after you as you abandon your cart, far too excited. You duck into the crafts section, finding the colorful spine of a well worn book. "Knitting?"

"You're always so bundled up. I think you'll enjoy making your own mittens and things. Oh and! Arthurian legends. That'll be a good litmus test for what sort of stories you like."

Sun takes the knitting book and follows you as you go from shelf to shelf, creating a precarious pile in his arms. Your cart has been lost to the stacks, and you find yourself babbling about the different people you've helped find books for over the years.

"You love books," Sun says as you make it back it back to the reference desk to check him out.

"I do," you agree, smiling to yourself. "I read a lot as a kid. It was like... I don't know. Having friends? It sounds silly, I know."

"I don't think so." Sun brushes against your hand again on a cover decorated with embossed ivy and a golden sword. You freeze, and his hand lingers, close enough you can feel the tickle of his glove's fuzzy thread. "I think it's wonderful you were able to find friends in these stories. I can't wait to meet them myself."

You sort of stumble through the rest of the conversation, face hot. Usually it's easy enough to laugh off your own excitement sharing books, but with Sun responding so earnestly...

It's nearly dark out when you finally get off, yawning and stretching. You had to relocate your cart and spent the rest of the day putting things away and trying not to seek out your friend as he read. You'd noticed the one book, the Arthurian one, already back in the return bin.

Sun is waiting for you at the door, as he has been doing the past week and change. "I take it King Arthur wasn't up to your taste?" You ask by way of greeting.

"What? Oh, no! I loved it. The knights are so gallant. But it's so melancholic as well, reading their adventures. I feel bad for Lady Morgan the most."

"You do?" Sun is a reassuring presence in the evening light. "But you've already returned it."

"Oh, um." There's a heavy pause. "I think I just got so invested in the story I forgot to put it down."

You knew fast readers, and that seemed nearly plausible. Nearly. You still give a doubtful squint at him. But maybe you're being too judgemental. "I'll see if I can't find any happier stories with Morgan in them. She used to be a healer, you know. In the early stories."

"Really? Tell me about them."

You're more than happy to, tracing the memories of the old stories in the air as you speak. You nearly miss your road, stumbling to a stop when you hit an unfamiliar crack in the sidewalk. And it's there you say goodnight, leaving Sun to go home himself with thoughts of gallant knights and magic swords to keep himself occupied until you saw him again.

#human disguise au #dca #fnaf daycare au #fnaf daycare attendant #eh this ksnt my best work

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wabatle · 24 days

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WOAHH NEW BLOG WELCOME ^_^

i rrally hope im your first request!! IF NOT WHATEVER ill still do it

can i request vbs (separate) with a cat like reader?? like they also really care about stray cats, being a magnet and things

LOVE YOU KISS KISS

OMG YES YOU ARE MY FIRST REQUEST 🫶🫶 TYSM 💕

☆~Vivid BAD SQUAD with a catlike reader

(Wa)batle nonsense:

Ok but like I feel like I did not catch the prompt at all I'm sorry if it isn't to your liking 😭

☆~Kohane Azusawa

Kohane understands where you’re coming from, being like a hamster herself

She gets shy when you’re being affectionate (like headbutting or something)

But she thinks it’s so sweet to see you rescuing stray cats

She might pet the cats, but only after you’ve made it clear they won’t scratch her or bite her

Overall she loves how affectionate you are (with both her and cats) even if it makes her get really shy

“Oh..! Is that another cat? Will it bite me?”

☆~An Shiraishi

She LOVES IT

She thinks you’re so cute and sweet no matter what you do, even if it’s breaking something to get her attention (though she might get a little frustrated)

And the fact that you rescue cats just makes it better!

She would definitely help you rescue cats

AND give them a temporary home at the cafe!

“Ah! Another cat! Come on, I bet it’s friends are somewhere around too!”

☆~Akito Shinonome

Annoyed, but also thinks it’s adorable

Akito’s just happy it’s not dogs

If you start breaking things he’ll get upset, but if you’re rubbing against him he’ll get flustered

Not a full blown one, but a bit of a tsundere (but not really)

If you really beg him he’ll help you take care of the cats

But what he’ll to the most to help is find them a new home

“More cats? Seriously? We don’t have room for more cats!”

☆~Toya Aoyagi

Ok hear me out

Toya does not wait for cats to come to you

You are both outside looking around Vivid street for cats

When you find them you probably either take them home or to the cafe (because it’s right there)

And then try to find homes for them

He will 100% let you keep at least one and probably name it something like Mittens

And he also finds your behavior adorable because he likes cats so much

“Hello, (name). Are you free to look for more cats today?”

Seriously, tysm for your request, i think it made my entire year lmao

#pjsk #pjsk x reader #kohane azusawa #Kohane Asuzawa x reader #an shiraishi #an shiraishi x reader #akito shinonome #akito shinonome x reader #toya aoyagi #toya aoyagi x reader #wabatle writes

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aalyssah · 1 year

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Secret Ingredient

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Body parts in food!

Word Count: 860

Summary: You and Hannibal bake cookies and Hannibal adds his secret ingredient.

A/N: I don't know why I thought about this. Hope You Enjoy!

Hannibal came downstairs after getting dressed in his pajamas, which were his boxers, and made his way to the kitchen. You two just went to the store to get ingredients for cookies.

You've been having a sweet tooth lately and after days of begging, he agreed. Hannibal isn't one for sweet things, more rather than human parts, but if you want something, you'll get it.

Hannibal walked in, watching you tie an apron that said, 'Kiss the cook.' Hannibal smirked and kissed you. His hands went down to your ass, squeezing and pulling you closer. You stopped him by pushing him away.

"Calm down babe, we have to cook the cookies." Hannibal ignored you, kissing down your neck still. "Babe! Stop!" He let out a groan and backed away. You grabbed the hair tie off your wrist and put your hair in a low bun.

"Are you ready to make cookies?!" The excitement filled your body as you looked at everything on the counter. "Sure, if that means I get sex." You rolled your eyes and pulled out your phone. "We're gonna use my grandma's old recipe. Is that okay with you?"

You asked, making sure he was fine with it. "Do whatever you'd like, baby." You got a bowl out the cabinet before adding your things. "So, 2 cups of flour, 1 teaspoon of baking soda you stopped, waiting for him to add the things.

He used the measuring cup and added the right amount before looking at you to continue. "A little bit of Salt, 2/3 cup of sugar, and 3/4 cup of brown sugar." Hannibal rushed to grab all different fractions of measuring cups to get the things.

"Sorry if I'm going too fast." You chuckled, putting your phone down and getting the 3/4 cup. He added the sugar and salt while you added the brown sugar. "I have to go get something, I'll be back." Hannibal then left, going upstairs, probably to use the bathroom or something. You shrugged your shoulders, adding the rest of the ingredients.

2 eggs, 1 teaspoon of vanilla extract, and lastly, CHOCOLATE CHIPS! You went crazy, adding half in the bag. Hannibal came back down, with his hands behind his back, almost like he was hiding something. He cocked his eyebrows, when looking at the bowl. "Was all those chocolate chips necessary?" You looked at him like he was crazy.

"You could never go wrong with chocolate chips!" You said, sounding offended. You reached to turn on the cake mixer, but he stopped you. "Go sit down and get a movie ready, yeah?" You nodded your head rushing to the living room, wanting to see a new movie that came out.

He turned on the cake mixer and looked at you, sitting on the couch, making sure you weren't looking before adding his special ingredients. He smiled as he watched his 'ingredients' form a red color in the brown mixture. All he could hope was it wouldn't be noticeable after baking them.

Once he figured the batter mixed well enough, he dipped a finger in and tasted it. Tasted like chocolate cookies with a mixture of a sweet, beefy taste. He almost moaned at the taste, but soon remembered why he was cooking it. He oiled a pan and poured the batter in. He turned the oven on 375° and threw the bowl in the sink.

He smiled, walking over to him and watching the movie. You looked over at him and scrunched your eyebrows in question. "What's got you so excited?" Hannibal wasn't one to always be smiley, so when he is, there's either something wrong or he's happy. "I can't wait for the cookies." That was all he said, before watching the movie.

The time went off and you both rushed to the kitchen. Chocolate chips filled the kitchen as you opened the oven with the mitten. "They look so good!" Hannibal grabbed a plate and placed some cookies on it. "Have the first taste." He offered and handed you one. You took a big bite and stopped chewing mid way.

It tasted like chocolate, but there was something else in it that you didn't know. "Han, these cookies taste weird." Hannibal just smiled at you. "Do you like them?" You took another bite and chewed again, but soon bit into something chewy and it wasn't the cookie. You spit it out on the counter and what you saw next terrified you. It was a human finger, laying in the cookie.

Your eyes were big as you inspected it. "Hannibal what the fuck?!" You knew this was him because you don't even eat humans. You rushed to the sink, rinsing out your mouth, trying to get the taste off your tongue.

Hannibal grabbed a cookie and took a huge bite, moaning at the taste. "These are so good." You turned around, giving him a death glare. "I can't believe you just fed me a human finger!" You said, in disgust rushing upstairs to brush your teeth.

"It's just my secret ingredient." Hannibal said, taking the finger out of your cookie and eating it.

#hannibal lecter #hannibal lecter imagine #slasher imagines #hannibal lecter smut #hannibal lecter x you #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter fanfiction #slasher fluff #slasher smut

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mostly-mundane-atla · 2 months

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Hi! Your blog is awesome. I don't know if I'm allowed to ask non-atla questions, so I hope this is okay. I'm working on a non-avatar ttrpg campaign that takes place both in a (fictional/fantasy) northern tundra region AND during a magical endless winter. The people in it aren't based on any specific culture but, given that they're successfully living in similar environments & have for countless generations, I want to draw as much inspiration & knowledge from real-life circumpolar cultures & native science as much as possible. Do you have any advice or even just fun, underappreciated ideas for winter tundra survival, things someone who grew up in a desert like me wouldn't think of on my own? If you need/want more direction: I'm particularly looking for clothing, shelters, resource gathering-practices for non-food (esp what kinds of resources would be valuable), as well as like, any fun details that evolve naturally in a culture that formed in the tundra that you'd want to see represented. I hope that makes sense ^^; Thanks so much if you decide to answer, have a good day either way <3

[I am SOOO sorry this took so long! Tumblr kept not saving my progress when i tapped "save draft" so i had to rewrite a few of these passages a few different times]

Don't worry about asking, friend, i get cultural questions all the time and i'm happy to share.

Note: my knowledge is almost entirely based on coastal tundra peoples with access to marine mammals. That's not to say it's impossible for people to live farther inland, just that it's not my area of expertise.

Clothing

Just about everything you wear is going to come off of a dead animal. This doesn't necessarily need to be the case if your fictional culture has a means of raising hardy livestock for fiber and a history of woven textiles, but even then skin clothes are warm and generally quite hard-wearing and are a good fit for living in these circumstances.

This amount of fur means lice are a perpetual problem. If you want to make that an immersive part of the game, you can work in a mechanic for checking scalps and clothing and bedding for lice.

Bird skins can also be used for clothing and waterfowl specifically has the benefit of water resistance. Fish skin can also be used for similar properties. Animal intestines can be made into a waterproof material if sewn with sinew and soaked before finishing.

On that note i'd recommend making a list of available animals and what qualities and textures their skins and furs have. Even if you don't intend on being incredibly descriptive with clothing, it's something better to have and not need than need and not have. And if you do anything else creative in a similar setting you have your nifty little source to consult.

When it comes to the actual construction of the clothes, you want a loose fit. Trapped air ia a great insulator and you want clothes to be easy to move in. Another benefit for loose-fitting upper body garments in cold weather is you can pull your arms in and keep them by your much warmer core. Not only will this option keep you comfortable, it can also prevent muscle injury or getting frostbite

Mittens can be worn on a string yoke. This doesn't have to be exclusive to children either. Wind can pick up out of nowhere and lost mittens means fingers exposed to arctic cold which can mean gangreen and amputations down the line.

Swimming or running to deliver a message may involve stripping nude, even in cold. Clothes soaked in water or sweat are deadly in the cold.

Clothes may be stored in bags outside when not in use. The low temperatures can kill bugs and bacteria. On a similar note, boots and coats are best to be hung to dry as soon as one is indoors for the day. This may mean it's normal for people to be topless indoors.

Boots should never have holes or tears. Frostbite and resulting gangreen is already bad enough but you especially do not want it on your feet

Shelter

You're going to want dwellings to have as few rooms and windows as possible and small doors. The fewer walls you have, the easier it is for heat to circulate throughout the whole dwelling. You'll probably want one room separating the door and where you sleep. Remember: trapped air is a great insulator.

The culture I've reconnected with is semi-nomadic so the permanent houses are not always occupied and a village can seem abandoned when it's just on its "off season". You can take that or leave it depending on what you're going for.

Even if the dwelling is not a tent, you're probably still going to have poles serving as a supporting frame.

Sod houses are common due to the availability of sod (the grass and the dirt its roots are tangled in). Tents made of warm, waterproof skins (like walrus skin) are also an option.

An easy way to insulate such a dwelling is to build a wall of packed snow around and fill the gaps with loose, airy snow. This traps air the same way down feathers do.

Non-Food Resource Gathering

While I imagine you meant obtaining resources outside of hunting, in a tundra or tundra-like setting, a lot of your resources are going to come from dead animals. Your garments and shelters and bedding are likely to be made of animal skins, with hollow and/or fluffy fur for warmth, or smoked intestine or fish skin, sewn with tiny stitches and soaked to keep everything flush, for waterproof boots and overlayers. Antlers and tusks are good carving materials for things like spoons and closures and slabs for armor and handles and also talismans and smoking pipes and beads and art. Baleen is good for art too, as well as boot soles and smaller sleds and beautiful baskets. Sinew and rawhide are good for thread, ties, and rope. Bones have a near infinite amount of uses from tiny wing bones to make sewing needles to huge whale bones used to build houses.

For the purposes of working this into a roleplaying game, i'd second the recommendation of keeping a list of animals in your universe and their properties, as well as the things that can be gathered from or made of them. A sort of crafting recipe guide would allow all kinds of quests and sidequests.

There are, of course, non-animal resources to gather for non-eating purposes. Soapstone is the traditional material for oil lamps. Grasses can be woven into baskets for any number of purposes, including supports to give the uppers of one's boots more structure. Wood, in the form of slices of tree trunks, can be hollowed out into bowls and small tubs and buckets or, as logs or slats, can make up flooring. Sturdy branches can be used for frames in houses, boats, and drums, and tree resin makes both good glue and antibiotic salve for closed wounds. Sod, also called turf, makes a good building material and moss is exellent insulation in boots. You can make a list of these too, if it helps.

If your fictional culture has a strong tradition of metallurgy, then they'd also mine for metal that can be used for knives. If not, slate is another option that requires significantly less fire. You could even have both and make the metal a status symbol.

Fun Details to Represent

There are so many lovely little things that show up in arctic cultures

First, a gift economy. Where a cash economy relies on a fairly individualistic culture where you work for someone else to earn capital and exchange that capital for goods and services, a more collectivist and interdependent culture natural to the harsh conditions of the tundra tends to result in a gift economy. The currency in a gift economy, to perhaps oversimplify, is favors. Someone does you a good turn, you remember that, and when you're in a position to help, you return the favor. Usually this means basic material things like hospitality and food, but the "gifts" exchanged can also be luck! King Islander boys would often wish hunters setting out at dawn good luck, with a slab of driftwood as a token of that luck, and if the hunters were successful, they'd give the boys who wished them luck a share of their catch. I believe it was Frank Ellana who remenised that this was what the world was like before money.

Another thing that would be nice to include is parenting practices considered fairly gentle to a Euro-American perspective. Physical punishments are traditionally treated as abuse and scolding a child is not only seen as wrong but something an adult ought to be ashamed of. Discipline is instead a series of moral lessons, teaching children why what they did was wrong and using stories as examples of the consequences. Given the amount of stories about the dangers of abusing a spouse or child, i'd say a lot of these lessons were proactive and preventative. Knowing someone will be hurt by it is considered enough of a deterrence to stop bad behaviors. Traditional potty training, for example, is also gentler in comparison; starting at a younger age (about six months) with more emphasis on praise and encouragment than routine. The goal here is to teach the baby to signal when they need to go so they can be taken out of mama's atigi and relieve themself in a hygenic manner instead of holding it until they get permission. Even our take on kissing is based on inhaling instead of pecking with the lips. This kind of gentleness is usually overlooked to instead focus on the badass hunter image or overall "cuteness" so it would be nice for it to be referenced.

Oral histories would be pretty neat too. I think the idea of learning to be a historian of oral histories is an interesting one and i think it has a lot of potential plot hooks for an rpg.

That's all i have for now. Sorry for the delayed response time. Happy gaming, and i'm always up for further discussion if you would like ^-^

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erikahenningsen · 3 months

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11 for rejanis bc I loved your holiday fic from ages ago

11. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

No matter how old Janis gets, she never outgrows the rush of giddy excitement when she wakes to an alert that they have a snow day.

The first thing she does is go to the window. There's something so peaceful about everything—the yard, the trees, the cars, the roads—covered in unblemished white snow.

The second thing she does is check the group chat, where she knows Damian has invited them over to build snowmen and snow forts and, most importantly, to have a snowball fight.

That never gets old, either.

Which is how Janis finds herself hiding behind a tree, her fingers practically numb in her soaked mittens but having too much fun to care.

She sees movement out of the corner of her eye and sees it's Regina, crouching behind one of the forts. (Fort may be a bit generous—it's mostly a pile of snow loosely shaped into a wall.) And Janis really can't resist that.

Regina lets out a yelp when the first snowball hits her back, whipping around, one hand reached behind her to dig the snow out of the hood of her jacket. When she sees it's Janis her eyes narrow.

"What are you doing?" Regina hisses. "We're on the same team."

She looks so irritated that Janis has to bite her lip to keep from laughing. There's something so gratifying about pushing Regina's buttons—being so used to everyone doting on her, Regina has no tolerance for even the smallest of inconveniences.

"My bad," Janis says. "My hand slipped." She slowly moves her arm, holding the second snowball, from behind her back.

Regina's eyes zero in on the snowball. "Don't you dare throw that snowba—"

Janis throws it, the snowball hitting Regina just under the chin.

"Goddammit!"

Before Janis can blink, Regina lunges at her, knocking her into the snow, which cushions her fall.

"Regina, what the fu—oof."

The cold of the snow starts to seep into Janis's jeans and the back of her neck where her jacket isn't covering her skin.

"Not so funny now, huh?" Regina says, smirking.

After a moment, Janis realizes that Regina is on top of her, one of her knees between Janis's, one hand braced in the snow and one holding the front of Janis's coat.

The smirk slides off Regina's face and they stare at each other, their faces inches apart, their breath meeting and fogging the air between them.

Janis swears she sees Regina's gaze drop to her lips, just for a second, and Janis has the crazy thought that if Regina kissed her, she would kiss her back. She isn't sure if she's imagining it, but it feels like their lips are moving impossibly closer.

"Keeping each other warm, I see. Love the team spirit."

They both startle at the sound of Damian's voice, and Regina moves off of Janis so quickly she nearly trips over her own feet, muttering a halfhearted sorry. Janis immediately misses the warmth and weight of her body.

Regina is looking anywhere but at Janis or Damian, and Janis's isn't sure if the red painting her cheeks is from the cold or if she's blushing.

I'll kill you, Janis mouths to Damian, and he just laughs.

Until a snowball nails him in the face.

#rejanis #mean girls #mean girls the musical #mean girls 2024 #only fitting after we waited outside for five hours in below freezing weather for renee rapp snl tickets #AND it snowed today <3 #ask #anonymous #prompts #almost wrote something about having to watch for the snow day announcement on the tv but people probably get the alert on their phones now #pour one out for local cable

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silkythewriter · 2 years

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Hello hello! U ´ᴥ` U

If i may request something! I would really appreciate some either romantic or platonic Alastor , Vox and anyone else from hazbin hotel that you feel would fit this prompt ૮ ・ﻌ・ა

Basically Reader is this cute puppy demon who looks, acts and sounds adorable and instantly confuses anyone for their reasoning as to why they are in hell…until ੯•໒꒱❤︎

They explain them their extremely tragic backstory(you don’t have to insinuate, go into depth for backstory; You may keep it as vague as possible in order to make your audience comfortable)

In short : Cute Reader with tragic backstory!

Ofc do no feel pressured to write this, please do whatever you want! ૮ ･ ﻌ･ა

🍰Cute reader with tragic back story 🍰

Summary: Reader is this cute puppy demon who looks,acts,and sounds adorable and instantly confuses anyone for their reasoning as to why they are in hell until They explain them their extremely tragic backstory

Small warning!: sorry for any spelling/ grammar mistakes and if their OOC!

Small note!: I absolutely love this idea thank you so much anon! <3 this is gonna be a HC and then kind of like a short story? I’m not sure how to explain it but you’ll see! I hope you still enjoy also these are romantic HC!

Fandom: Hazbin hotel!

Daily song suggestion!:

🦌Alastor📻

Your tail wagged softly behind you as you pulled the tray of cookies out of the oven, the sweet smell filled the room in a delightful way. Chattering could be heard in the main room as the hotel staff laughed and talked about all sorts of things. You smiled to yourself at this before yelling out “Cookies are done guys!” You yelled with a smile as you carefully scooped the cookies into a big container and carried them to the main room. You placed the cookies down on the small coffee table before slipping off you cooking mittens and putting them off to the side as you let your body relax on the couch. Everyone took a cookie happily and continued their discussion, they were talking about their life before death some were miserable and others bearable but then nifty looked over to you with a smile “Hey y/n how’d you get in hell? I mean you seem so nice!” Her high pitch voice asked questioningly. Everyone instantly turned their attention to you waiting for your answer, you hummed in acknowledgment as your eyes drifted to side a bit as if you were thinking. Finally you spoke up “ well it’s all kind of blurry now but if I can remember correctly it was because ( add your response here)” you said with a soft frown but you quickly made it a smile “but that’s all in the past now” you added saying it in a low but understandable wispier. Alastor was the first to react some how his un ending smile fell a bit before he quickly masked it “why didn’t you tell me dear?” His static voice asked. Your ears flattened as you frowned once again “I just..l didn’t want to burden you with it” you said rubbing the back of your neck, He quickly tilted his head to the side in confusion “why you would never!” He said all you could do was give a small smile as a blush spread across your face

HC:

He wouldn’t want to ask to much questions cause he himself had a bad passing but he is still curious

He won’t push your for more information but if you do go more in depth he would gladly listen! He’s a good talker and listener!

I you feel sad afterwards he’d excuse you and him out of the small party and go out wherever you want to cheer you up!

If anyone did anything (bad) to you in your back story he sends his shadow to search for that person and quietly discards Stops them from harming anyone else!

If you just want to stay in your room in silence and just stay with him he doesn’t mind that either! He can make you some tea if you want aswell!

Overall doesn’t over step your boundaries but he’s definitely interested if you have their name just for research purposes! He swears!

🖥Vox📱

Velvet,Valentino,Vox, and you were playing a question-answer game one where if you don’t answer you’d have to do a dare. It was velvets turn to ask a question and it was your turn to answer “Okay! So I’ve had this question for like a longgggg while! So uh howd you die/end up In hell? I mean look at you! Your like totally sweet!” She said in her quick voice as she looked at you. Vox gave her a glare before smacking her on the back of the head “Why would you ask that you idiot?” He huffed rubbing his forehead as she let out a small ‘owwwww’. You quickly calmed Vox down saying you don’t mind answering, you started a bit hesitant at first but you finally continued explaining how you ended up in hell. Once you finished the mood in the room had gloomed as everyone looked at you with wide eyes in surprise you quickly averted your eyes to not look at anyones. Vox cleared his throat before sliding his arm around your waist /arm and quickly getting both of you out of the awkward situation, he took you to his room and locking the door before pulling out a small snack stash and offering you your favorite snack before hiding the small box away again. You both sat in silence as he turned on something to watch to distract your mind from those awful memories. He doesn’t want you to share cause that’s not his spot to know but he’s here for you.

HC:

He doesn’t really want you to go into more detail unlike alastor he doesn’t wanna re open old wounds especially ones you have recovered from yet

He doesn’t ask or speak much during that time it’s just silence but strangely enough comforting silence

You don’t need him to to tell you everything’s gonna be okay because just with him next to you, you know it’ll be okay

But if you do vent or explain more he won’t stop you but wouldn’t exactly know how to comfort you with words I feel his more physical then anything sometimes

He makes sure no one EVER Asks again he doesn’t want you to remember history, he doesn’t want to see that look in your eyes as you explain what happened

Overall doesn’t push the subject just lets you do your own thing really but he’s here for you even if he can’t say it sometimes

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nutstickler78 · 25 days

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hai! heard u had comms open. If i got it right,do you have any hcs about anhane?

Anhane ↣��

MY FIRST REQ!! And yeah, ofc I do :]! Thank you for requesting this, aun-muaq!

This might be a bit OOC cuz I haven’t really read up on the most recent VBS story (on EN), so I‘m truly sorry if something is incorrect! :[

Also I did. this before going to sleep lmao

☆ To start off, let‘s talk about Nicknames! I feel like they‘d either have the cutest or most CORNIEST nicknames for each other, no in between

☆ An would call Kohane: Kohammy, Babygirl, Honey, Sweetiepie and My SUPER TALENTED SINGER AMAZING DANCER AMAZING GIRL WHO IS ALSO THE CUTEST AND MOST BADASS AND PRETTIEST AND KINDEST SUPER SWEET GIRLFRIEND

☆ I‘d like to think Kohane is more normal (but also cornier) about the nicknames she gives An, such as: My Inspiration, My Love, My Darling, My Angel and My Really cool girlfriend who‘s as bright as a star and amazing girlfriend who I really love a lot and hope to marry her someday she‘s so pretty and cool and I love her so much.

☆ I feel like they both are SO whipped over each other, like notice how I gave both of them at the end a little swooning for each other? I feel like that would be them when they‘re not with each other and would unknowingly start talking about each other.

☆ I feel like An is a night owl despite being so energetic during the day, so I believe that in the nights, when they‘re cuddling with each other, Kohane usually dozes off as An rambles to her about who knows what!

☆ THEY‘D WEAR MATCHING HANDMADE EARRINGS !!! I WILL ACTUALLY DIE AND DISAPPEAR ON THIS HILL!!!

☆ if they‘re in each others vicinity, they‘re holding hands, no telling my differently. The only time they aren’t holding hands together is when one or both of them is/are carrying too many things.

☆ Kohane can crochet and with that magical ability, she crochets cute gifts for An, such as plushies, or hand mittens, or a winter hat, or another plushie and the list goes on!

☆ As for An, who‘s on the receiving end, she always proudly displays any work Kohane gifts her. Cold winter day? No worries! This scarf will keep me warm! See a cold little kitty? That‘s her kitty now and she‘s keeping it warm with one of Kohane‘s mini sweaters and with one of Kohane‘s mittens.

☆ Talking about Stray cats, if An and Kohane ever moved in with each other, I feel like they‘d keep bringing home any stray they catch even the slightest glimpse of in the streets!

☆ Lowkey they‘d at least have 3 cats; Princess Pickles, Nuclear Bomb and Tom (yes I‘m serious about these exact names)

☆ Though, despite being so whipped for each other, I definitely do think they‘d want to keep their relationship private from the public and only let their friends know.

☆ They both constantly get/make gifts for each other, they definitely have a whole organized pile from gifts of each other.

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That should be it! I Hope you enjoyed it :] it was actually my first time writing headcanons, so I‘m still new to this whole thing.

#anhane #an shiraishi #kohane azusawa #project sekai #pjsk #character x character #an x kohane #Nutstickler78 Writing

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sweet-honey-tears · 1 year

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Could you do the gift series for Shinso?

Hi! Thank you so much for your request! 🤍 I would love to do this one, he’s actually one of my favorites! 🤭🤍I did take this in a different direction from my past ones. It’s more so a concept then gift but I do like it. Sorry if this wasn’t what you wanted tho. OH the reader also their ears pierced - if you don’t just imagine them(the earrings) as being magnet ones! Feel free to leave request!

💝Gifts To and From🐈‍⬛

Hitoshi Shinso x GenderNeutral Reader

Part 4, 3, 2, 1 FLUFFF

I feel like he would buy you mittens. They would be soft, thick, and warm. Like you can tell they’re expensive by just the look of them. They're wool, with soft insides. They’re indigo, that beautiful dark purple-blue with black stitching..

Shinso is an underground hero, he takes night patrols quite often and notices you on those nights. You’ll walk his route, stopping by a certain bus stop to see him. He’s scared you a few times, his capture weapon wrapping around your mid section before you’re enclosed in his arms.

There was one instance he tried to pull the spider man kiss thing- yeah no that didn’t work out well. His scarf, which was wrapped around his leg and arm- unraveled. You heard an ‘oof’ and then saw him on the ground, sitting with his scarf around him.

He realized then, when your icey hands touched his face, that he needed to get youmittens

Shinso also likes to get big- like huge - sweatshirts. It’s an inside joke- one you're still kinda embarrassed at. It was back when you both were still at UA. You hadn’t slept in days and where so dazed that you didn’t notice your boyfriend wasn't under a huge blanket, no- it was an oversized sweatshirt. (The one you order him- in the wrong size) Shinso, to his credit, did put his hands on your shoulder to try and push you off, saying:

“Kitten I don’t think-“

“Herg!” You had protested,m.

You only realize your mistake when you could get your head threw the top of the blanket... but you had been to exhausted to care at that moment. You just collapsed on his toned chest, your cheek pressing into his pec. His hands ran over your back. “Huh, tired kitten? Don’t worry, you can stay there. Actually, it's kind of comfortable.” Your arms wrapped around his toned body as you fell asleep.

Nowadays though, with the size of his body(specifically his chest and arms in this case) it’s frickin HARD to find a sweatshirt that can fit both of you. With either you laying on him or the other way around. So when he does find one, it’s exciting.

You make his heart beat so fast when you lay against him like that.

You’re so close.

You trust him- you talk to him

His Lock Screen, to your horror, is a picture of you inside his hoodie. Your face smushed to his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you sleep. He took the picture from the top, having to angle his phone in the neck hole to get it. He knows you don’t exactly like it- but you stopped saying anything when he told you why he had it as his Lock Screen.

“I like seeing you every time I check my phone. No matter what message I get, I get to see your pretty face kitten. It makes it better.”

Shinso also has a thing for jewelry. It's a way to express himself more. He hid his style and personality a lot in his early days at UA. A powerful fear and disgust about being called a villain… especially since his style is less then bright and pastel-y he never really learned his likes and dislikes in fashion and self-expression.

It started with rings: you watched him pick them up and try them before leaving the booth that was selling them. You got him those.

He didn’t take them off.

You also got him a shiny obsidian ring as well. The words ‘I Love You’ engraved on it.

You smiled at him, the sweet, bright smile when he bought himself his first set of string bracelet. You grabbed his wrist later on that night when: “They look really nice on you Shin.” You had said, kissing his inner wrist. Yeah, he turned beat red- but damn he felt… confident? Good?

You motivated him- and kinda forced him to go through with it when he told you he wanted to get his ears pierced. He had wavered a bit at the door to the pricing place.

He and you have a matching set of clay cat earrings you got him. They’re orange tabby cats with little googly eyes. Your Home Screen is of you, hanging on his shoulders. Your faces are pushed together so the camera can get your matching earrings.

You asked him a couple of months about what he wanted for his birthday… he told nothing. You got him the best gift- you gave him was your support and love. Without that…. He never would have grown.

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quins-makeshift-menagerie · 8 months

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If Mosy has become more comfortable with feminine traits after becoming a parent, but how about Zeus? Do they lean more towards one side or do they not care which people think of them?

Also if they had another bundle of mittens and Zeus was to be the one to carry them this time, would that mean Mosy would see themselves as a more father type? Sorry this question has a lot of questions ^^’

Zeus is very much the more “set in the middle” of the two. They don’t care how people view them but they don’t lean either way and are comfortable with that. Carrying wouldn’t change this.

Mosy might feel more fatherly if Zeus were to carry, maybe take on more personality traits that are considered masculine, but mostly because it’s an empty niche that needs to be filled and what little instincts they have are strongest when it comes to children

#also dw about it I love questions that make me think!#lunaloothemew #ask

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tohisprettyc00l · 10 months

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Oh no. Amity x reader

A/n: Season 1 Amity

You had recently transferred to Hexside. And it was pretty clear that Amity was popular, despite overall feelings of her being mixed. Which wasn't a surprise, she was Blight, and her parents literally worked with the Emperor. But she wasn't the nicest person. Or nice, at all. Her friends weren't nice either. But alas you had to believe in the power of friendship, or whatever.

So after around a week of going to Hexside you tried to talk to her. Which just resulted in her ignoring you and throwing out a half-hearted insult. You've watched too many kids to let that deter you. You kept that routine up for a few more days. Until she looked at you and simply said "Go away." Which you respected, and hey you were getting some were. It was more than an insult, which for Amity is kinda big.

Though now that you think of it you weren't sure why you were so happy. You didn't know her. Even further you don't know why you were so determined to be her friend. Who knows, you had a very weird relationship. Because, you saying hey, and her not looking at you and saying some stereotypical insult, didn't exactly scream hate. But it didn't scream friendship either.

It was break time and you had no idea what to do. You thought about talking to Boscha, she seemed pretty friendly with Amity. After walking for a bit you saw the three-eyed girl. "Hey." You said. "Oh hey, you're the person that talks to Amity every day, right? Or make a pathic attempt at talking to her." "Thanks." You said disregarding what she said, "So how did you become friends with Amity." "We've been friends since kids. Guess you just have to be a cool person, so you're all out of luck."

Yeah, this wasn't going anywhere. But if you have to stick to your friendship morality! So that involves people who were more explicitly mean to you- "Anyway if you want to embarrass yourself she's practicing in the abomination room." Oh, thank God. Well, that gives you an excuse. "Thank you! Okay, bye!" You said as you started walking away.

Sure enough, Amity was in the abomination room. Yet she seemed a lot more stressed than you expected. "Hey, are you okay?" You asked in a semi-hushed whisper. She snapped her head towards you. "Of course, you're here. I'm fine." "You're clearly not, I know we don't have the best relationship... But just for now let me help, please." Amity rolled her eyes.

"If you must know, I'm just having trouble with abominations. But I need to get my place as top student back!" "How did you lose it?" "Willow stole it by pretending a human, Luz, was an abomination! She changed tracks but my behavior was seen as inappropriate." "Why is being the top student so important to you?" Amity mumbled something and all you could make out was, "Parents." Ah. You didn't know what to say. "Um- I'm sorry... That you have to deal with that. I'm not sure what to say but-" "Stop you're embarrassing yourself." "Yeah, I know. If you ever want to talk you know where to find me." You said as you left.

After school, Amity quickly went to her siblings. "Why do you look so angry mittens?" Emira asked. "It's y/n." "What did they do today? Say hey again." Edric asked half genuinely half mockingly. "I was practicing abominations. I started to get stressed. When they randomly came in all concerned, they asked how I was doing. And they were being nice for no reason, they tried to comfort me despite not knowing me well." Emira and Edric looked confused. "Wait I'm lost, do you like Y/n?" Emira asked. Amity made a slightly offended face, "Me liking Y/n?" She scoffed then paused, "Wait... Oh, oh no."

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