#I also fucked around with drawing baby crows

[weirdmageddon]

💿⚛️ davejade headcanons

sorry for leaving you guys waiting on this for like a week lol i kept being like “tomorrow for sure” but falling asleep but anyway here it is. i might add more to this if i think if anything but reblogs might not reflect the up to date source version so you can always find it here

most of these are pointing out stuff thats basically canon anyway but whatever lol. basically canon headcanons

dave tries to impress jade to get her attention because he likes her

this ones for you *misses hoop by 5 feet*

he doesnt mind jade’s inane riddles honestly. he isn’t perturbed by how she just knows things like rose is, because he doesnt think into it too far. he trusts her

he spends a lot of time indulging in her interests and showers her in his music and poetry

they draw things for each other a lot <3 jade has the pictionary modus and seems pretty good at drawing and of course dave sent her sbahj as furries in the mail. sending jpegs over the internet is BABY NONSENSE. real boys send their childhood friend/crush pictures they drew for them through the INTERNATIONAL POSTAL SYSTEM to an unspecified island in the middle of nowhere, pacific ocean that gets packages dropped by plane so the recipient can tangibly hold it and hang it in their room

actually i was going through the commentary and hussie addresses it as such:

“Also notice her SBaHJ furry poster, which was clearly a very thoughtful gift from Dave”

aww

jade would give dave a "cool" plushie of a tiger or something nd he keeps it on his desk . froot’s beautiful idea

he loves her plushie sensibilities. so much less unnerving than his bro’s phallic puppets. they're still soft but no cognitive dissonance this time about the softness coming from foam puppet ass hoorayyy

theyre still reading homestuck on act 4 but they understood them instantly

jade humors dave’s ironic cool facade because it makes dave feel more comfortable without feeling too exposed, but it’s because of this that he feels like he can open up to her because she isnt prying. (im still not over the smile here btw. only jade could make dave smile after a fucked evening where he spilled juice on his turntables and accidentally skewered an innocent crow with his sword and broke his window this mf is TYPING. also getting a bit of joy out of the fact that the only visible suit on his cards-themed bedcover in this panel is a heart)

but he knows that jade is not unaware of what he's hiding. couldnt even refute her lol

from the knight’s perspective, it’s “i’m not as [blank] as i appear. i want you know that about me if i know you well and trust you, or i DON’T want you to know that about me if i DON’T know you well. the reason is that i want to know that i can trust you to avoid turning my insecurity into a Whole Thing”

basically she allows dave to take initiative when HE feels comfortable and confident in sharing the things he’s self-conscious about. this really helps him be comfortable and form a strong bond with her

dave would wrap his arms around her to “ironically” imitate a pair of tangle buddy squiddles (while actually concealing genuine affection basically unbeknownst to himself) but he winds up looking just a little too into it for just an “ironic” bit yall……

jade is slower to realize her deeper feelings since she shows love to everyone (so long as theyre deserving of it!!!) it just hits her one day that she actually Likes him in a special way, while for dave it is more dynamic and gradual but very on the downlow, expressed in creative acts and services

once dave actually recognizes he’s really caught feelings for her down the line, dave and jade happily do the tangle buddies hug all the time. its like their handshake. its their weird couple thing

these two when together as a unit they do not give a shit about what other people think of them

this shit lol:

Creative Fucking Powerhouse the two of them

davejade ass song to me

jade is quite spacey and super appreciates dave’s level-headedness and steady pragmatism while at the same time not being a rigid stick in the mud about it. for example when they were acting as each others’ server players dave was advising her but it was appreciated by jade

sorry its just literally socionics duality LITERALLY THIS IS THEMMM (also i spent WAY too much time making these graphics and integrating texts from multiple sources please appreciate it)

fittingly with that, as ouroborista writes about the opposite space-time aspect dichotomy,

Space and Time are the fundamental Aspect pair. Their job is to make shit take place. To create novelty. Between them they span not only all of existence but also the inseparable twin approaches of any creative project. Space goes for breadth, for ideas, for expansive, holistic input, while Time goes for needlepoint focus and a rapid-turnover ability to pull through on the prompt. There’s a reason why these are the two Aspects necessary for any successful session of SBURB.

jade is literally always having a little giggle about him. dave is a funny guy. lame court jester ass boyfriend

he’d draw his post-ironic fursona and show it to her with the usual deadpan expression on his face, eyes obscured by his shades. but jade will look at it and when he sees her smile and laugh it makes it all worth it. his cheeks feel warm and he’ll smile slightly like “heh heh”. dave the type to smile like an idiot over anything jade does like his mouth keeps making a thin line and hes trying to fight it but . Jade

dave thought jade looked absolutely stunning in her 3 in the morning dress his mouth probably stupidly hung open the tiniest amount seeing her after swapping into it

of course she only wears it for what she considers "very special occasions"…..spending time with dave seemed to be a very special occasion :)

jade think dave looks sharp in his suits!!

imagine jade adjusting daves crooked bowtie and lapel and his palms start to sweat and he darts his eyes from behind his shades and chews the inside of his cheek she making him nervous bro 💯

jade is definitely the teaser and dave is the teased. still i dont think jade teases dave as much as john and rose which is why he feels more comfortable opening up to her about his shit. her teasings are much lighter and inconsequential

despite how funny and informal he is dave is a classy well-put-together romantic. he is responsible and harmonious in how he choses to present himself. remember when he got secondhand embarrassment from rose when she was drunk before her date with kanaya and he suggested to her and kanaya that the two reschedule? … he’d NEVER do something like that. sober. suit is ON. hair is neatly combed. he is right on time, not too early not too late, and his first words are “yo whats up”

dave has this designated driver energy about him

after dogtiering jade’s dog ears can perk and flatten, adding even more expressiveness

jade has so many hobbies and interests i think she’d get dave into horticulture somehow unironically

theyre both the kinda mf to ask “would you still love me if i were a worm”

dave’s hands are warm

jade’s skin can be cool to the touch in some places like the back of her arms or shoulders and dave places his hands there to warm them. or by rubbing them or something

idk just some associations space is cool and time is warm to me. the vaccuum of space is cold and time is associated with gears which are associated with generating heat and dave’s classical element is fire and jade’s is earth and her planet is initially covered in snow and daves is covered in lava idk…. just makes symbolic sense i guess but its also cute in its own right

dave would love going to the beach with jade on earth c cause the ocean is so boob i mean boob i mean boob i m,ean boob i mean SHIT . blue. blue

this Fucking animation bro

she infodumps about science and he sits his ass down to listen

jade does this (excuse the fact that the url is roselalonde)

#homestuck #davejade #dave strider #jade harley #headcanons #spacetime #hs

[heartrender6]

most of the kuwei hate in this fandom is absolutely racially motivated and most of it is probably subconscious but i NEED to talk about this.

and not because i think people r thinking "i hate kuwei!! he's asian and i hate asians!!" tbh most anti asian racism on the internet goes way deeper than that.

basically, what i believe to be the most prominent type of racism against asians, especially on the internet, is stereotyping. specifically "uwu-ification." the east asian entertainment industry likes to paint asian people as cute, submissive and sweet because it markets disturbingly well to american audiences, and whether people mean to or not, they internalize it and it affects the way they think of asian people as a whole. This mostly happens to east and southeast asian women, but definitely a lot with men too, especially in more recent years with the whole yaoi culture thing (i fucking hated typing that) becoming more popular. simply put, it's fetishization.

so how does this relate to kuwei? well, when kuwei is introduced to us, and im not gonna dance around it— he is pretty stereotypically asian. he's shy, innocent, small, good at math/science and— you guessed it— no speaka engrish. leigh bardugo lays the perfect trap for fandom white girl weeaboos to gush over this guy. once i came across a modern au where kuwei's whole northern chinese-mongolian ass is a "shy japanese transfer student." i really wish i was making this up.

but then we find out that kuwei is actually a conniving little shit who is really quite terrible at science and spends all day making shitty drawings of his crush instead of doing math or wtv. The turning point where we are told this is the jesper kiss. This is the point where we find out kuwei is not the yaoi uwu baby we thought he was. and how does fuckin 2/3 of the fandom react?? hate. instant hate. If you search "i hate kuwei" on twitter there are tweets both defending and attacking him, but there is significantly more of the latter.

most of them claim to hate him for kissing jesper but like... jesper kissed him. He doesn't say anything because, in his own words, "we're all probably going to die anyway." does no one see how tragic that is?? he let his first (probably) kiss be taken by someone who he knew didn't even like him because he thought it would be the only one he'd ever get.

and yet the only thing people see is that he "got in the way" of wesper and he's evil. throughout the series kuwei is given no agency, and that's the point of his character. everyone on the planet treats him as a weapon or a bargaining chip. he gets tossed around like a rag doll and to white (or otherwise not asian) audiences, that makes him the perfect picture of a little asian cutie i almost vomited typing that holy shit. but the moments where he takes something for himself— insisting on going to ravka, kissing jesper back— that's what makes people hate him. and don't even get me started on the way people project their hatred onto the other crows, especially wylan. yall will act like wylan loathes kuwei with all his being. he doesn't!! wylan is not a hateful person and he always defends kuwei!! but nooo, kuwei sucks and he deserves it for daring to be a person instead of an idea.

and hey?? guess what?? kuwei was NEVER in the way of wesper. there was no love triangle. narratively speaking, there was never any threat that kuwei would end up with jesper instead of wylan. never ever. the kiss was literally only put there to create drama for wylan and jesper. we never even hear how kuwei feels about it. stop using that as an excuse to hate on kuwei when we can all see it's because you're subconsciously mad at an asian person not being nice.

also disliking kuwei does not automatically make you racist, im just saying a lot of hatred towards kuwei is rooted in racism.

tagging my fellow aapi moots (that i know of) because i wanna hear yalls thoughts on this! @hauntedacousticversiontv @dramaqueentruther

#bishangzoy #shadow and bone #six of crows #kuwei yul bo #wesper #i wanna make it clear that it IS mostly subconscious but that doesn't mean mfs who are guilty of this should be held any less accountable

[poursomesunaonme]

Fuckin uhhhhhhhhhhhhh gojo, touch tank, and I guess nsfw?????

THIS IS ALSO SO SATORU CODED IM LOSING MY FUCKING MIANSDFALSD;FJASD;FJASLD;FJKDS;FJDA;SDKJFLASJGVIOGDFVMAEORF IM SIKC IM SICK IM SICK

cw: minors dni, oral (fem receiving), a little nibbling, goj is a menace pt 2093458, fingerin

"he's so pretty when he goes down on me / gold skinned, eager, baby blue shirt out the laundry / he tells me he's gentle when he wants to be / so i think he wants to be gentle with me"

“satoru?”

“hm?”  he grins, his lips pressed against your thigh.  his tongue slides out and you shiver as the flat of it trails against the sensitive skin.

“you look…”  you bite your lip, feeling heat rush to your cheeks (among other places).  “you look pretty… when you do that.”

“pretty?”  he pauses, his teeth just barely sinking into the meat of your thigh.  he pulls back from nearly taking a bite out of you.  “you think i’m pretty?”

“yeah.”  you grin and his face mirrors yours.  your fingers tangle in his soft hair.  “really pretty.  my pretty boy.”

“shit, baby,” he purrs, immediately moving to spread you open.  “if i’m pretty, what is this?  huh?”

you don’t answer.  you can’t, because his fingers are gone and his tongue is trailing up the seam of your cunt, dipping in between your folds to just barely skim over your clit.  your grip on his hair tightens and you attempt to pull him closer, to give you more than just that.

“if i’m pretty, you should see how you look right now.”  he hooks his hands behind your knees and loops your legs over his shoulders in one quick motion.  “with your eyebrows furrowed like that, your mouth open in that pretty little ‘o’...”  he sucks sharply on your clit, then squints at you with a grin.  “what’s that?  i think i can see my name in the back of your throat.”

you fight back a smile, chewing on your lower lip—the motion muffles a moan of, he guessed it, his name.  his tongue laves lazily over you now, his arms looping around your legs to dig into the meat of your thighs.  it grants you some stability, enough to weakly buck your hips against his face.

“so pretty,” he murmurs against you.  the motion of his lips and the vibrations of his words send waves of pleasures roiling through your body, dissolving into a seafoam of bliss.  

“satoru,” you keen, pulling him closer by the hair.  “please… more…”

“god you’re fucking gorgeous.”  your begging appealed to the merciful side of him, and he quits the teasingly slow motions of his tongue and opts to devour you.  your back arches up against the bed and you dare to look down at him.  

his eyebrows knit together as he focuses on bringing you to the climax, the lower half of his face (that you can see) is just covered in your arousal.  the crows feet settled next to his eyes and his teeth skimming against your clit indicate that he’s grinning at the sight he knows you see.

“whaddya gonna say, that i’m pretty?”

you stick your tongue in your cheek, trying to keep your composure as he adds a finger to the mix, drawing a loud cry from you.

“took the words… right outta my fuckin’ mouth.”

submissions for the promised event are now closed but you can still click here to go to the nav page

© all work belongs to poursomesunaonme. do not copy and repost.

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #satoru x reader #satoru x you #gojo smut #jjk smut #🪐beanie writes! #🍀beanie's events #promised event

[icespur]

DadGoro Navigator Quotes Help

originally I had a concept I was going to post about "Teen Akeshu Daughter from the future gets sent to the past during P5R", but I got preoccupied.

She tries to play matchmaker to get Akiren and Akechi on the right path. But she also can't risk revealing who she is so to Akechi and Akiren she's a random teen around Futaba and Sumire's age that sorta resembles themselves for some reason, and must be a specially unhinged Akechi fangirl that hardcore ships Akechi with the Phantom Thief Leader for some reason, because wow is this girl not subtle at all in her attempts to pair them up.

So when she joins the group in their Metaverse adventures and fights alongside them, and Akechi takes role of Navigator, he especially makes his irritation of her known and just how much he doesn't give a shit what happens to her in battle.

("Akagi" is her "undercover" surname)

“Akagi-san’s health is down. Heal her I guess~” 

“What a tragedy, Akagi-san has perished.” 

“Oh, Akagi-san is fully healed and ready to continue to grace us with her presence~”

“Akagi-san has been incapacitated. Can't say I'm surprised.” 

But once he finds out she's his future daughter—-

Granted,the fact that he’s destined to eventually have intercourse that leads to knocking up his rival is—-alot to take in—-. but this is his daughter. His future flesh and blood, he—oh he feels like such a piece of shit 🤦. Curse his trust issues and natural skepticism, he was a fucking dick, how is he going to fix this? 

The “Daughter Reveal” makes him take a 180 in his behavior towards her. Something just clicks and “Fuck this annoying suspicious little shit.” Turns into “I've only known Komari for a couple of months, but if anything were to happen to her, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.” With zero warning. 

and this shows especially in battle.

"Oh, what an absolute tragedy, Akagi-San has died, tip your masks in respect everyone. She will be sorely missed, if only we had a revival on hand~"

To:

!

"MY BABY!

JOKER, GET THE REVIVAL ITEM, HEAL HER, HURRY HURRY, GET IT OUT FASTER, OUR PRINCESS IS FADING, ARE YOU THIS USELESS WHEN YOUR OTHER TEAMMATES ARE IN NEED OF HEALING?!

when infected with ailment, Akechi and Joker immediately tag team her with the feather fans to bitch slap the ailment away.

Akechi or Joker always perform a followup attack when she's having her turn in battle.

After a successful battle and if her Persona levels up and gains a new ability, the group comments would mostly be Akechi's "proud dad" attitude shining through, and drawing attention and demanding the rest of the group pay attention and praise his badass little princess, or he himself rambling and boasting about her new power before catching himself and covering it with a more subdued complement.

Then, a friend mentioned dialogue for other battle actions like Baton Pass and Ailments that I didn't even think of!

So I'm going to have you fellow Akeshu fans participate because I'm having trouble coming up with more Proud Dad Akechi dialogue.

Write some dialogue reactions for Akechi if his and Akiren's daughter was a playable party member.

(you don't have to fill out all these sections. Just, if you come up with a line for one of the below actions, reply or reblog with it and once I get enough participants I'll make another post.

Akechi/Crow: passes Baton to Komari: 

Crow/Black Mask response to Komari Attack Quotes:

Komari Dodges Attack: 

Komari Downs an enemy: 

Double Enemy Down: 

Down all enemies: 

Defeats an enemy: 

Defeats two enemies:

Defeats last Enemy:

Attack miss or Skill miss:

HP at 25% at start of turn:

Affected by Tarunda/Attack Decrease:

Affected by Rakunda/Defense Decrease:

Affected by Sukunda/Speed Decrease: 

Suffering from Shock:

Suffering from Freeze:

Suffering from Brainwash:

Suffering from Despair:

Suffering from Forget:

Suffering from Confuse:

Suffering from Rage:

Downed:

Recovers from being downed:

Incapacitated:

#persona 5 royal #persona 5 #akiren #ren amamiya #akira kusuru #persona 5 joker #goro akechi #persona 5 crow #persona 5 third semester #akeshu parents #akeshu child #akeshu #shuake #ren x akechi #audience participation #dialogue ideas #family fluff #proud parent #proud papa #overprotective #dad mode activated #need ideas #need assistance

[arag0rn2931]

The Nice Guys (a love story) - part two

Julie Healy (replacement of Jackson Healy) beats people up for money. When her job leads her to P.I. Holland March, her relatively simple life turns into something more dangerous and messy. She ends up having to work with Holland in order to find a missing girl named Amelia. Together, they uncover a government conspiracy whilst slowly falling for each other along the way. This is basically the plot of the movie The Nice Guys but I've replaced Russell Crowe's character with a woman, changed the dialogue a little and made her a love interest to Ryan Gosling's character.

Warning!! Fluff, pining from Holland, lots of bickering with flirty undertones, enemies to lovers tropes, and more…

This story can also be found on wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/348465727?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=cat_n0ir15&wp_originator=Q3ak6Nr2TwScSd1AF%2B0jeVcPp4VnqeK%2FFpG8h883%2ByZYGgU2PIxfNxKTA3u%2BJh01ac%2BkLHewo5ojbj06hTeBHh%2Fja2ZQ5QiF8Wa9pnTlj39KKAEKnk2wfWhkb8ga8dTF

Holland March sat on the toilet of the bowling alley restroom reading a magazine and smoking a cigarette. Julie's mark on him still remained in the shape of a white cast with a drawing of a goose on it. Every time he looked at it it reminded him of her.

The door to the restroom slowly creaked open, causing Holland to look up, his face full paranoia. Ever since his attack his heart would run wild at the slightest sound. He watched the floor as two boots, suspiciously small for a man's, stopped outside of his stall. To his relief they walked away from his stall. Holland took a drag from his cigarette and tried to look under the stall door again, confusion etched on his face. A knock sounded on his door.

"March. Julie Healy. Don't get upset. I'm not here to hurt you again. I just wanna ask you a question."

Holland opened the door with his foot, a look of anger on his face as he pointed a gun directly at Julie.

"Hey, no," Julie reasoned, pointing a warning finger at him.

"How stupid do you think I am?" Holland said, a cigarette between his lips. "I got a license to carry, motherfucker. Ever since your little visit the other day, this little baby's gonna stay right here", he gestured to his pocket. He then struggled with the position of his magazine as he tried not to expose himself to her. "Fuck, fuck," he said to himself. Him and the door then had a vigorous battle for about 10 seconds as he tried to keep everything in place whilst still having Julie in his direct line of sight. Holland decided it would be best if he just got off the toilet. He tried to get up but the same battle with the door threatened to resume. "Look away", Holland pointed his gun at Julie.

"I've seen it all before, dude," Julie chuckled whilst turning away. However there was a mirror in front of her meaning that she could still see Holland. "You know there's a mirror here, right?"

"Close your eyes. I said close them you pervert," Holland threatened, pointing his gun at her again. Julie made a point of covering her eyes with her hand reluctantly, a small smirk playing on her lips. The struggle continued. "Fucking damn it. Forget it. You know what? Turn around." Julie turned around with her hand still covering her eyes. "Fuck. You can take your hand away now." Julie removed her hand but kept her eyes closed. "Open your eyes goddammit!" Julie opened her eyes and chuckled at Holland's desperate attempt to hide himself. "What do you want?" He said very seriously, his gun firmly aimed at her.

"I want you to find Amelia."

***

"So you think these guys are gonna hurt Amelia?" Holland asked. The pair had found their way to a booth in the dining area of the bowling alley.

"Sure, after they're done killing her," Julie said seriously. Holland raised on eyebrow. "You know, I asked around about you. There's a couple of people I trust that say you're pretty good at this."

"Well, that's surprising. I would have thought your job ended with breaking my fucking arm," Holland raised his arm, annoyance in his voice.

"Well, you know, technically it did," Julie chuckled. "I'm off the clock. This is a separate situation."

"I'm not buying this nice girl act, sweetheart. I've fallen for it before," Holland clicked his tongue and leant across the table towards Julie. He surveyed her for a second. "She owes you money, doesn't she? You're coming to collect? You want me to finger her so you can throw acid in her face? Well, no."

"No, she paid me up front, actually, you know. What it is, for me, is I like where I live and I don't wanna move. So, two days in advance. $400," Julie showed him the money then placed it on the table. They paused for a second. Julie sighed. "Plus whatever the old lady's giving you."

"Old lady? Fuck you, old lady. You broke my arm. I quit, remember?"

"So call her up, get back on the case. Get paid twice."

"Wow, that is very telling. I'm a detective and we have a code. We don't do that. But interesting. Good to know," Holland nodded sarcastically.

"Okay. You were looking for Amelia, right?"

"Yes and no."

"Excuse me?"

"My profession is very complicated, okay? It's nuanced," Holland said whilst putting a cigarette in his mouth. Julie practically drooled at the site of it. The cigarette. Not Holland with the cigarette. Definitely not.

"What does that mean?" Julie asked, confused, but also very distracted by the deliciously bitter smell of the smoke. "Hey, can I borrow one of those?" Julie reached her hand out, a fake smile on her face as she tried to hide her growing annoyance at this man.

"Oh yeah, of course, sure," Holland said overly nicely and took out another cigarette. "You want one? You want it?" He dangled it in front of her face for a few moments then chucked it across the room. "Go fetch it." Julie just stared at him blankly for a second then sighed overdramatically. They sat there in silence for a few moments.

In a rushed moment, she grabbed his lit cigarette, completely catching him off guard and took a long drag from it. She blew the smoke out right into his face. "Well, okay, great," Holland huffed. "Give that back." He reached across the table to try and take it from her but she pulled it away teasingly.

"You're not getting this until I hear more about this complicated career of yours", Julie took another drag. "Or you can go and fetch that one", she raised a challenging eyebrow and gestured with her cigarette in the direction of the one that he'd previously thrown. He scoffed.

"Fuck it", Holland sighed. "Last week this old broad comes to me and she asks me to find her niece, Misty Mountains."

"Misty Mountains? The porno actress? The one that died?"

"The young lady. The porno young lady," Holland paused to put another cigarette in his mouth and lit it. "But, yeah, she died in a crash and then two days later, her aunt goes to her house to clean out the place, and lo and behold, alive and well, Misty Mountains. She sees her through the window. She sees her get in her car. She sees her drive away. Bullshit? Bullshit's right. She's dead and then she's alive. That's what I'm talking about. It's very fucking complicated. But I persevere, you know. I run the tape through and I think, 'Okay, maybe there was a girl there.'"

"Amelia? The old lady saw Amelia?"

"Well, look who decided to show up for class. Yeah. There's a gate guard, he keeps track of all the cars that go in and out. So I checked with him. I ran the plate. I got the name".

"And?" Julie leant forward a bit. Holland held up 3 fingers, a cigarette balancing between his lips. "Three. Three what?"

"Three days in advance if you want the rest of the story."

"Isn't my company payment enough?" Julie smiled fakely. Winding him up was fun. Holland gave her a look that told her it clearly was not enough. "Fuck you. Come on, $600? That's fucking robbery. I've only got $400."

"Well, it's early. So, you can go rob a bank if you hurry," Holland maintained eye contact with Julie, a sassy look in his eyes. Suddenly, Holly came out of nowhere and scared the both of them by clapping her hands. "Jesus!" Holland exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"Giving you a rim job," Holly said sweetly as she sat down next to her father.

"What? Rim shot," Holland shouted so the staff could hear, "Rim shot", he repeated almost to himself. Julie gave him an amused smirk.

"Whatever. Hey, can we go one more game before..." Holly lost her train of thought as she laid eyes on Julie. Her face dropped in sour recognition. "You're the one who beat up my dad." Julie just smiled at her.

"Hey. No. Sucker-punched your dad. Big difference," Holland tried to defend himself. "But, don't worry. She just did it for money."

"You beat people up and charge money?" Holly chuckled.

"Yeah. Sad, isn't it?" Holland answered for Julie.

"That's really your job?" Julie nodded back. "No way... So, um, how much would you charge to beat up my friend Janet?"

"What?" Holland protested.

"How much you got?" Julie leaned in toward Holly, a smirk playing on her lips at the kid.

"30 bucks."

"Look, apple pie," Holland slid some apple pie in front of Holly in an attempt to distract her.

"Is she a big girl?" Julie asked.

"She's tall. Super annoying. She's always mean to me," Holly complained over her father's desperate attempts to distract her with pie.

"No problem," Julie winked at her. Holly smiled at her.

"This conversation is over," Holland cut the air with his hands.

"We're just talking," Julie replied childishly.

"And it's over," Holland said. Holly had finally given in and started eating the apple pie.

"400, that's all," Julie tapped the money.

"400. Two days. We find her earlier, I still get to keep it."

"Done," Julie shrugged.

"Deal. Great. Cause I already know where she is," Holland said. Julie reached out her hand for him to shake it but he didn't take it, Holly shook it instead. "No, honey, don't touch that you don't know where it's been." Julie responded to the insult by stealing the lit cigarette between his lips, again. "Hey!" He exclaimed but it was too late for him to get it back.

hope you enjoyed!! 🤭

#holland march x reader #holland march #the nice guys fanfic #the nice guys #ryan gosling #ryan gosling fanfic #ryan gosling x reader #imagine #fanfic

[faeriecinna]

WIP Questionnaire

Thank you for the tag @buffythevampirelover !

Project.Seraph :)

1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?

The character of Nevaeh was my leap of faith into this one. Previously I had only ever really written horror/thriller and I had always been too afraid to create my own fantasy world, but for some reason I just couldn't leave the idea of my broken little angel alone. The more I imagined her in different scenarios and fleshed out different characters and a plot, I knew I had to write it seriously or I'd never forgive myself.

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

Honestly I really fuck with Plenty by Aeseaes for this one. The whole vibe is immaculate and it really encapsulates the mood of the story through the lyrics.

3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

I truly love them all for different reasons (except maybe Marco, fuck you Marco.) Though Nevaeh is my sweet innocent angel baby could never do anything wrong ever loml, and Queen Reinette is a favourite because I adore a good villain and I am very proud of the way I've written her character.

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

I'm hoping the same kind of people who tore through Cassandra Clare's The Mortal Instruments will find my books to be worth of a good read. Also my fellow 'Merlin made me realise I was queer' pals. Not quite as high fantasy but I think P.Seraph is sometimes quite reminiscent of The Witcher too.

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

There are so many scenes that I've already imagined and desperately want to write, so writing everything in between to bridge the scenes together is so painful lmao. What do you mean I have to write about the journey to the castle before I get to write my big dramatic inciting incident???

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

A lot of the first half is based in the woodland so many animals are encountered, though crows and various other corvids are a recurring motif. Also a lot of horses! Most characters travel by horse, including my little band of travelling thieves and the Queen's guards. In the marketplace there is also a very well known cat that belongs to the tavern-owner and likes to steal from people's stalls lmao

7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

Mostly by foot, by horse, or by a carriage drawn by a horse.

8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?

Still the first draft rn but it's coming along smoothly. I have also been writing Project.Ink and fleshing out Project.Claw so I haven't been dedicating quite as much time to P.Seraph as I would like.

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

Who doesn't love a good enemies to lovers, right? This story absolutely reeks of betrayal, dark royalty, doomed love, war.... idk it has everything in it that I wanted to read all in one story and I hoped some people could relate

10. What are your hopes for your wip?

Obviously, I hope to be published one day, and if it is, my hope is that it will be one of those books that leaves people reeling after they've read it. I want people to connect to it, to cry over it, to read it so many times it doubles in size. I want people to be as violently in love with my characters as I am and I want people to relate to the story in whichever way they see fit. I want it to mean something to someone. One day. Eventually.

no pressure tags for @melpomene-grey, @goldxdarkness, @darkangel319 :)

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1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

10. What are your hopes for your wip?

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[peachteaships]

2 8 and 14 for ur trolls s/i!! 😈

2. when in canon does your self insert come in? do you have a scene in mind for your entrance?

Terra shows up some time during the first season of the series Trolls: The Beat Goes On. I imagine she ends up running into the snack pack one day while they're out on a walk through the forest. Terra hasn't really seen other trolls cause she's been traveling on her own for as long as she can remember and had been avoiding others as much as possible to stay safe until bumping into Poppy. It takes them a bit, but they eventually convince her to join the village and stay with them so she doesn't have to be alone for any longer.

But if we were going to talk about the early adoption aus I have? Well, she shows up as either an injured baby or a damaged egg a few months or so before Brozone breaks up. There's more details, but I'll save that for later. Heheh.

8. what is your self insert’s orientation?

She's biace! She's not really interested in anyone until like World Tour happens and she meets a few certain trolls and she gradually is mentally going "Oh shit oh fuck oh I'm falling and I don't think I can get up." It's fun for her, lmao.

14. what hobbies does your self insert have?

Besides singing and dancing cause ya know, lol, she does enjoy drawing! She also makes bracelets for her friends and close loved ones. Sometimes, she goes exploring a lot, does some intense tree climbing cause, like - have you seen these trees compared to trolls? They're giant. It's especially tricky for her cause her hair can't stretch and grow like a normal troll's hair can.If not, then you can probably find her napping in random spots around the village. She also collects a lot for shiny shells, rocks, or crystals she finds or gathers a lot of wild herbs or plants for either teas or baking or cooking reasons. But she's mostly found finding shiny stuff. She's like a crow sometimes. You want her attention but don't have plushies or food on you? Hold up something that's shiny, and there's a good chance she'll come running.

#peach answers #self insert talk #trolls self insert #update: IM MAKING YALL WORK FOR THAT AU INFO BTW LMAO

[blood-injections]

you should tell me about the band au i'm so fascinated by the band au

YES I SHOULDD I FINALLY HAVE WIFI BACK(hopefully it doesnt disconnect Again .its been a frustrating week) AND I CAN FINALLY BRAINROTPOST ABOUT IT OKAY SO

Where to start lets seee. This au is at the like. "Google docs loredump but ive been obsessed with it enough that ive been drawing and ive written a couple little silly but not quite significant bits" stage still lol. Theres funkobra and jetpoison but the funkobra is like SLOW slow burn theyre just weird gay besties that fuck around and make out sometimes but arent actually Together in any way so theres this horrible tension and theres bits of like. See kobras a little slut so hes being gay with sandman and show pony and even an oc that has his own band and so the funkobra is. They dont know why the tension is like that until like. The literal last chapter when they're . Ohhhh shit. We GAY gay. That makes sense. At least thats the plan. The jetpoison is a lot less slow lol they meet and are like ooh you pretty and yeah.

So the first like half of this au is set in the city and actually its less of a fab four band au and more just Kobra's rebellious punk phase au because its focused around him and the Band isnt all four of them together until like. Way on in the story. Poison is even a sort of antagonistic foil character until then too. Because hehe venom sibling angst and theres a few moments where its poison thats the catalyst of Kobra's like. Character growth via spite. Also this au is kobra kid 🤝 jet star being some badass motherfuckers like damn.

So they're in the city, Kobra's like seventeen, not Kobra yet, knows hes trans but not a word for it and isnt out to Poison but Poison Knows enough that hes like. 'Hey i know you dont like this' whe they have to dress to a code or something, and they cae up with a name he likes when he was like way younger bc he hated his deadname so hes already Koda. But hes never been like hey I'm a boy. Poisons a couple years older and works a lot because its just them so he has some office job he hates and the city is on his ass for crow training or something which. He really doesn't want. Because hes in no way loyal to bli hes risking a lot just by keeping himself and kobra off the pills and keeping bli from realizing that. He isnt thinking of being a rebel yet or getting kobra out like in most fics or headcanons no its kobra that ends up dragging poison out. Poisons super overprotective to the point of being a asshole about it because its just them and hes seen too much and knows that you cant get away with getting into trouble forever, and kobras always getting into trouble, and better living has a eye on him because hes autistic and also poisons like labelled as Kobra's caretaker by the city since its just them, and bli is also on poisons ass with that because they want kobra for some kind of test because hes aging out and wont be like a minor and they want to 'fix/cure' him. So poison worrys, poison babys him, because his only goal is to keep kobra safe however he can because hes fucking terrified that his little brother is going to be taken away and hes seen what people come back as when bli takes them to be 'fixed.'

And kobra gets this, he does, and he loves his brother, but he hates him, he hates it, he feels trapped and coddled and between poisons sternness and what the city wants with him and even the city regulations on how he as a female has to look, he feels he has no freedom or privacy and hes cooped up as all hell. So he gets into trouble. He sneaks out no matter how poison tries to keep him from it or ground him, he sneaks out and hides his hair and steals poisons clothes and goes and bes a boy where he can because to the city his days are numbered and hed rather risk it all to have a little fun every night and just be himself than live some boring lie like hes medicated and obedient like everyone else. He doesn't want to rot like that. Poison wants to keep him safe, wants to keep him alive, but Kobra wants to live. Because his mindset is a very reasonable one of 'whats the point of being alive if you're miserable,' but not in an 'i want to die because i am miserable' way but in an, 'out of pure fucking spite, i will change my circumstances, i will be what i want and i wont be miserable and maybe i will die trying but i will have died being happy' way. Because this kid is running on pure spite and rage and envy, of his brother, of friends, of killjoys, of martyrs. Hes angry about it all, Poison is just scared. UGH. me when the venom siblings. hghhdfjdjs.

So he sneaks out, stirs up trouble with street kids and droids and Show Pony, who legit sneaks into the city every so often just to cause chaos and stir up rebellion in the streets. This fic can pretty much be explained as: show pony is pete wentz and the battery city rebellion is the 2000s emo scene. They know everyone and they've got their claws in every little crevice. The suitehearts probably exist because of them, its their actions that domino to what ghouls doing when kobra meets him, and its how they meet that causes them to become friends and start a band, and it all traces back to Pony, its hilarious.

So he meets Ghoul and Sandman, because they're street gremlins together, and they jam a lot and basically play protest songs on the street with people watching out for crows in case they need to scatter and its just Sandmans bad singing and playing a diy guitar while Ghoul drums on some buckets, and sometimes Crab is there with an actual bass but he isn't that good lol. But its punk its to be expected. So he becomes friends with them and when they realize he can sing theyre like omg you should jam with us. And hes like ehhh but eventually does and realizes he loves it. And as time passes they all get more skilled and protest songs in the street turn into actual shows at underground clubs and like, these speakeasys that hide just under blis noses. And being a band is hand in hand with being a juvie halls because if bli was to catch them they'd be so fucked, so if you play music you might as well participate in all the other rebel stuff, and they do, kobra does, he becomes known and the makeshift band of fab four/suitehearts members before theyre the conventional weapons becomes known, he comes up with the name Kobra as a rebel name and hes surrounded by people that treat him like the boy he is.

Meanwhile his relationship with poison is getting more and more strained. Poison is getting desperate and starts trying to follow kobra when he sneaks out but kobras really good at losing him. When kobra is home hes hardly talking to poison anymore. Then some Shit comes. Poison finally manages to follow Kobra to his destination, and its on a night that the bands show is a big fucking dangerous distraction that they purposely gave bli a tip about. So bli storms the concert and the juvie rebellion uses the distraction to break recently caotured killjoy prisoners out of prison. Jet Star is among them.

So poison finds this concert, his quiet little sister up on stage, singing, with a buzzcut hes been hiding. And he storms throigh the pit to up to the front of the stage and kobra sees him and his singing falters and poisons pissed, he expects kobra to be pissed that hes here, but no, kobra looks fucking horribly terrifed at the sight of him and that makes poison falter in turn. And then better living fucking busts in, stun guns firing, and poisons in total shock and kobra grabs him and he ends up running from crows with the band until they get to the underground and its just. A mess. The killjoy prisoners arrive and this is like. Halfway or more through this story and the fab four are finally all in one place. And their band doesn't even exist yet.

Anyway poisons in on it all now and has whiplash and like, well kobras not stopping because his brother knows about the band or rellion or his being a boy, and actually poison sees the change kobra fucking made with that show and is sympathetic to the killjoys and oh that one is really pretty and so theyre terrified but actually pretty supportive of it all and so more time passes and kobra just starts. Dragging them along to practices and stuff. And they find themself learning bass and getting involved with the rebellion and then joining the band when they play and theyve just. Become party poison at some point. Jet star got back out to the desert before long but poison taked to them a bit and totally likes them. I havent planned what happens to make them finally leave the city, but poison, kobra and ghoul all leave to become killjoys, the band is just theirs now and they need a guitarist and like pony steps in sometimes and other friends but they don't have a permanent one. Poison reunites with Star and they vibe and shes hanging around a lot and just. Joins the band somehow. And they become the fab four and the conventional weapons and yeah. Thats the bones of it. Theres so much more and little things 💀 Oh and Ghoul and Jet are both spanish speakers and im rusty but its getting me learning and stuff again so im actually writing their spanish bits out and the venom sibs learning it and its honestly so fun. Star cursing out a exterminator in spanish is. Whew.

#the conweps

[valleynix]

It’s time for me to absolutely obsess over this chapter

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN TO TPTM AND ALSO YOUUU‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

1:

This entire conversation is making me extremely nervous about what's gonna happen.. GOD IM ACTUALLY SCARED

What I think is gonna happen is either red is gonna come back and get revenge, Miranda is going to kill/or torment reader, or lunatic is going to take over their body and kill the dimitrescus again

IDK WHATS GONNA HAPPEN BUT IK ITS GONNA BE ANGSTY AF

2:

Poor reader is finally going to go to another house

It’s sad but I’m actually kinda excited for when they do go. because one we get a new environment for reader to experience, two we get to see more on Donna (SHE'S MY WIFE GUYS), and three, we most likely get to see angst with the dimitrescus and reader… and I love angst 😈

I truly cannot guess what will happen when reader does stay at Donna’s house but ik it'll be written spectacularly so I can’t wait 😭

3:

OKAY AND?!?! 🙄🙄🙄 reader is basically a freshly cooked chicken wing like what’s stopping you 🙄🙄🙄

4:

CROW! LUNATIC CANON LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOO 🦅🦅🦅

5:

YOOOOOOOOOOOOO LUNATIC AND C!DANIELAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THEM UR HONOR

BDJABJDS I NEED LUNATIC ASKING READER FOR LOVE ADVICEEHDJABSJA

LUNATIC YOURE SUCH A FUCKING DORK I LOVE YOU SM

I need lunatic and c!daniela to have their happy ending

6:

STOP

My poor baby 😭😭 lunatic has been in such a bad environment they can’t comprehend unconditional love. I need them to realize that Miranda is just using them and join reader so they’re happy😭 I hope c!daniela can also show them unconditional love

7:

SHES SO FUCKING GAY

The whole time I was reading this I was just screaming in my mind that she’s a homosexual

Cassandra really needs to learn how to knock sooner or later cuz she keeps on barging in everytime reader is shirtless 😭😭

8:

Well…. I guess red won’t be showing themselves to Cassandra anytime soon

But if this was Cassandra’s reaction to red stabbing them, then I wonder what her reaction would be to the horrendous things Miranda done to reader

9:

Cassandra being the gayest homosexual part 2

10:

Welp I’m sad

This scene was beautifully written and my heart hurts now 😢 they love each other so much they are willing to do anything to keep each other safe 😭😭😭

Miss Cassandra “I hate love and affection” dimitrescu would rather possibly risk the safety of her family than forget her first love😭😭

And the fact reader didn’t say anything back when Cassandra said “Don’t let me forget you, iubita mea,” kinda worries me 😰

11:

You take a deep breath as you open it, smiling at the sight you see before you’re noticed. Daniela paces outside your door, a few red flowers in one hand while her other holds a bottle of wine, and you can definitely hear her mumbling to herself as her flies buzz around her form and crawl on the walls. It’s a cute position to catch her in, especially when she only notices you after she’d paced right in front of you a few times.

SHE'S SO CUTE OMG I LOVE HER

I just know she planned this night 3 days in advance

Anyways thank you for blessing our eyes and souls with spicy Daniela scene 🙏🙏 considering that you said before that writing smut frustrates you (if I remember correctly from a post) this was a really well written smut scene 😭

12:

Your heart beats a little more rapidly and painfully in your chest, but you know you have to do this. “I… Do you remember our talk the other day in the village?” She hums again, clearly waiting for you to continue, and after you’ve gained some courage, you do. “I trust you, trust that you’ve always been such a good thing for me, and I… I think I’m in love with you.”

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSA 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅 JUMPING FOR JOYYYYY

OMGNSKSBAKJS FUCK YEAHHHH READER CONFESSIONNNNFJABSJ

Daniela’s reaction at first was so funny and I need to draw it 😭😭😭

THIS SCENE WAS SO CUTE AND WHOLESOME AND AAAAA

Thank you for blessing us with another tptm chapter 🙏🙏

I feel like some mega angst is gonna happen soon tho 👀👀 anyways time to draw everything 😈

WOOOOOOOO KORE ANALYSIS LETS GOOOOOO‼️‼️‼️

1. >:3 EHEHEHE, god y’all are gonna hate me LMFAO

2. i have SOME vague plans for what will happen when they go to Donna’s and i’m so excited for it >:) 300k words in and she’s finally getting more screen time

3. NOT THE CHICKEN WING LMFAOOOOO

4. I HAD TO- the idea of Lunatic following Reader around as a little crow and bothering them was too funny for me not to implement it 😭

5. LUNATIC WAS SO CUTE HERE AKDBAKFBSKDB I LOVE THEM, bro was 100% blushing while asking 😭😭

6. THIS SCENE LITERALLY MADE ME CRY WHEN I WROTE IT 😭 it still brings tears to my eyes to know Lunatic is struggling to understand Miranda truly does not care for them :(

7. YOUR HONOR, THAT IS A LESBIAN ‼️ one of these days she’ll stop barging in when she knows they’re around but part of me knows she doesn’t mind finding them like that LMFAO

8. protective Cassandra >>>

but also, yeah- i think we all know she’d go absolutely apeshit upon learning what Miranda had done to her little dork, even if they don’t remember it

9. THE SECOND PART EHEHEHSKDBAJ, only slightly regretting her life choices rn 😭

10. i feel like Cass was very complicated during this scene- on the one hand, she does know that they’re dangerous and what they said may very well work, but on the other… it’s just not FAIR. why can’t she be selfish for once and help them stay alive, even if it means more struggle in the future??? why does she HAVE to forget her first love?????

and the second part >:3 HEHEHEHEHE, there is a reason they didn’t say anything back 🌝

11. WIABSKABDKS THIS SCENE WAS SO FUNNY TO WRITE, the thought of Dani nervously preparing how she wants to go about furthering their relationship is so >>> and she 100% planned it several days in advance, only to get cold feet when she got to their door

BUT THANK YOU!! i think what made it worse was just that i was on such a tight deadline to get it written and published 😭 but honestly i don’t think it was bad, all things considered-

12. AKDHAKDB THIS SCENE HAD ME DYING WRITING IT, THESE DORKS LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH‼️ thinking of Dani half asleep as they finally confess to her just makes me AJDBAKDBAKDBSJ

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING YOUR THOUGHTS ON IT!!!! i woke up and saw the notification and just went !!!!!!! AND GOD YOUR BRAIN-

but AAAA i’m so excited to see how you interpret things in your drawings, but alas, i am off to sleep again 🫡 ITLL GIVE ME SOMETHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO 🫶🫶🫶

#asks #to promise the moon #AAAAAAAA I LOVE #getting analyses like this on chapters literally makes me so happy #this made my entire day #and it’s only 6am #PLEASE- #<33333333333

[phantastus]

Yo, if you're doing the character bingo, I gotta ask about Heather Mason

SLAMS STACKS OF NOTES DOWN ON THE DESK (jk i do not have the energy to go into full sicko mode tonite, but you know how it is).

"Everyone but me is wrong about them". I have seen some truly incomprehensible fanon about Heather throughout my years on the internet and it has resulted in me becoming incapable of being normal about her. I do my best to suppress this because despite the frothing beast within going BARKBARKBARKBARK I genuinely do want everyone to get to enjoy Heather and SH3 in each of their own respective ways. Unless you are a cishet man drawing her with giant balloon tits. I'm going to maul you like a wild chimpanzee.

"I'm obsessed with their character arc". TROUBLED YOUTH PLAGUED BY HARROWING CIRCUMSTANCES NAVIGATES MYSTERIOUS OTHERWORLD, DISCOVERS SHE IS ACTUALLY A CREATURE OF TERRIFYING POWER AND POTENTIAL, CONFRONTS PAST TRAUMA, PROVES "NURTURE" OVER "NATURE", AND SAVES THE WORLD BY FIGHTING GOD??? sign me the FUCK up 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my selｆ 💯  i say so 💯  thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠＯOOＯOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

"They got done dirty by the fans". See former note about cishet men deciding that the scrappy tomboy teenager would look much better with a real set of badonkers. Bonkhonagahoogs. Humungous hungolomghnonoloughongous. I'm going to turn into an extra from the Walking Dead and chew some skulls open.

"ADOPTION PAPERS". BABIE.... BABY GIRL...............

"I am rotating them like a fork in the microwave". See former note about me not having the capability to be normal about Heather Mason. I have been doing this for over a decade and my interpretation has only ever gotten more deranged.

"The popular ships for this character suck". Honestly I don't think there actually ARE popular ships within canon for Heather anymore??? WHICH IS GOOD HONESTLY I'm all for shipping Heather but for awhile there was a lot of Heather/Douglas and Heather/Vincent and even (puking in my mouth) HEATHER/HARRY around and let me tell u I did not care for that ONE BIT. One of the things I really like about SH3 is that the closest thing to a canon romance for its female lead is the tragic childhood bond between Heather/Alessa and Claudia. For actual SHIP ships, I will stick to putting her in ridiculous crosscanon RP ships with anime villains and also Laura Palmer.

"constantly listening to songs/holding them up like paint swatches". I have Heather songs coming out of my freaking ears please listen to them: "Black Dahlia" (Angel Haze), "God's Got Nothing On You", (Thea Gilmore), "Little Secrets" (Passion Pit), "Invincible" (OK Go), "Fear of Fireflies" (Calla), "A Better Son/Daughter" (Rilo Kiley), "Rejoice" (AJJ), "Forces of the Unseen" (Cloud Cult), "Black Eyes" (Radical Face), "Shake it Out" (Florence and the Machine), and of course that classic "Welcome to the Black Parade" (My Chemical Romance). And because I'm a fucking nerd, go ahead and also have the two songs I picked out as her main themes from the two most prominent RPGs I've played her in the past fuckifIknowhowmany years: "Inferno" (Promare OST) for the slice of life Pokemon game, "The Crow" (Dessa) for the monster-horror game where she got turned into a cannibal bird thing.

"what's wrong with them (affectionate)". [slaps top of Heather's scruffy dandelion head] this baby can hold so many issues.

"not enough screentime". More Heather is always the answer. There should be an optional setting for all SH games where there's just a live Heather reaction cam in the corner the whole time.

"My opinions would be received with wasps". I mean I am always on some level assuming that everyone around me is responding to my stronger opinions with that one photo of white girls holding solo cups and judging the viewer. AND PERHAPS THEY ARE RIGHT TO.

"The best character in the work". I mean. I am pretty biased.

#Silent Hill #Heather Mason #kit rambles about silent hill #please do not worry about me judging other heather interpretations too hard #every heather is valid and beautiful #i am just Deranged

[jewllyfish]

Long post tw dream tw unreality tw child getting hurt tw assault(ish). Fucked up fucking dream.

Had such weird dreams last night…. So there’s this regular couple who comes into my work all the time on shrooms I love them but in the dream they would always come in with this annoying ass bird lol. they asked if I would watch or hold their like 6 million dollar paintings for them while they went on vacation for the weekend and they’d pay me a few hundred dollars??? and I was like sure ya but when they came by to drop them off they were like. Also you’re watching our bird. And I was like… uh.. okay? It was like a Mynah or crow or some clever corvid and so they leave and I’m chilling with friends and then the bird starts flying around the room and I’m like that’s probably not good lol and I’m trying to catch it and swearing at it and it’s just laughing at me and I’m like. Whatever, problem for later. So I’m chilling there w this girl and then it like dives into the bathtub which is full and I’m kinda panicking and screaming how stupid it is lol then it surfaces and changes into this like. Parrotfish looking thing?? Idek but I was just like ooooooh it’s one of THOSE goddAmn stupid thing. And it surfaces and looks at me and says “you’re not too bright yourself” and I’m like WHAT THE FUCK WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME YOU COULD TALK bc apparently birds changing into fish is nbd but talking fish is lmao. And it’s real lippy and is like you didn’t ask. And all I could say was fair point I guess and then we were all cool and chilling and the fish would sometimes change into a bird and fly around but I liked him now lol and we were all just shooting the shit and Then the birdfish was like wanna see something cool? And my friend grins at me and then the thing CHANGES INTO A BABY?? And I’m like yo WTF what else can u turn into?? And it’s like nuthin this is it lol wanna hold me? And I’m like fuck yeah! (VERY unrealistic I hate babies they scare me) and I’m like. Zooming it around like a toy airplane lol and my friend is telling me to be careful but I’m like no no I got this! Watch this! And I like balance it on my feet like an acrobat and it FUCKING FALLS HEADFIRST ONTO THE FLOOR and I’m like freaking out and I pick it up and half its skull is like. Mashed and dome shaped now 😭😭😭 and I try to cover the fucked up part with my hand so my friend can’t see and maybe like moosh it back into shape but it’s SO SQUISHY AND FAR TOO PLIABLE and I nearly vomit and give it back to the friend super fast who puts it in the tub and is like I TOLD U SO. And the baby just changes back into the fish and is like lol that was fucked up. And I’m like IM SO SORRY!! And it’s like nah I’m fine I was just messing with you but I was sitting there like 🫁👁👄👁 I have to go to bed lol.

So then it’s the day before I have to go give the paintings back and I’ve been keeping them in the basement and I go down there and there’s just a party happening?? In my basement?? And I’m like whatever sick lol I don’t know anyone here but I’m sure it’s fine so I start drinking like a fish and this old lady is like asking me about the paintings and the bird/fish/baby and I’m like… uh… idk if I should tell you all that and she’s like no no it’s okay! I’m friends with them! And I’m just like oh okay sure! And I chat a little but she’s giving me weird vibes so I go over to the corner where I stashed the paintings (they were just like stylistic gold faces with blue and purple and pink and orange clouds I’m gonna try and draw them later) and there’s this giant hulking man in traditional Russian dress who’s like. Leering at me and I’m trying to ignore him so I just reach past him to grab the box they’re in and he grabs my arm? And is like “what brings a pretty thing like you to a place like this” and I’m like. Uh the paintings… and he’s like “a little thief?? You know what we do to thieves around here??” And I’m panicking a little cause he’s still got my arm and I’m like bro I live here! And he’s like oh pardon, my name is Gustav (Gregor? Something beginning w a G) please, Drink with me! And I’m like uh okay cause I don’t really feel like I can say no so I skip off and grab a bottle of wine that for some reason I know is drugged?? Or maybe it was just absinthe idrk but he takes a huge swig and I’m like hehehe… yess… and then gives it to me and is like. Now you. Drink. All fucking scary like and I’m like uuuuuuuh okay so I DO? I ALSO swig the drugged wine and he’s leering at me again and I’m like well nothing for it. Gotta seduce him so I’m like asking him what a big strong man like him is doing here and rubbing all up on him and he’s eating it up meanwhile I’m also like pushing drink after drink into his hand and he’s tossing em back (to give a reference of this man’s size I’m giving him solo cups and they look like Dixie cups in his hand) and he like swings his arm around me and is telling me he’s getting sleepy and I’m like oh well perfect! You just rest right here and I’ll be right back to help you get comfortable ;) and he kinda slumps over and I squirm away and grab the paintings and fucking HIGHTAIL it out of the basement

But by now it’s 6 or 7am lmao and it’s time for the couple to pick up their paintings (also pretty sure there was a break in and armed robbers at some point but that part is fuzzy) and im still fucking wasted and trying to find my way thru the house and she’s waiting at the kitchen counter super impatiently and just tapping her foot and glaring at me, and I plop the box down on the counter and im like here they are safe and sound and she FLIPS she’s like “YOU WERE KEEPING THESE IN THE BASEMENT? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THEYRE WORTH!?” And im like uh yeah? Don’t worry they’re safe and fine they’re in a box and cardboard sleeve and she just like stops dead and glares at me with the fire of a thousand suns and is like “you little rat…. You switched them out, didn’t you!!!” And I’m like. Still SO fucking drunk and I’m like lady what the hell are you talking about. Look at them. They’re the same. And I’m trying to argue with her about how could I have done that w a forgery in 2 fuck days but she doesn’t want to hear it and just grabs the box and storms out and I’m like chasing after her like BRO you gotta pay me do you know what I did to keep those safe!! And she’s like oooh I’m sure they’re safe in your little hidey hole somewhere and leaves and I’m just standing there like ????? And I hear a “yoo hoo!” And look over and the weird old lady from the party is there and holding the struggling bird baby fish while it’s changing rapidly between the 3 states and she grins evilly at me and disappears and I’m just. So tired and exhausted and drunk lol and then I wake up.

Anyway if u read this far amazing hope you enjoyed my fucked ur Covid dreams

#me #mine #dream #unreality #tw child injury #tw drugs #tw drinking #long post #long post tw

[asoulofatlantis]

how would you react if in a future trails game someone we know like rean or cassius bright etc died

If Cassius would die, I would certanly not be very sad as I do not like that guy at all. In fact, I would be glad that he could not be hogging the spotlight anymore by doing absolutely nothing until the very last minute, so he can steal all the glory for himself (and do not start with "But Rean is a glory hunt too" this guy fucking deserves all the praise and glory, in fact, a lot of the amazing things he did never got really recognized properly) while his Family did all the hard work and yet, to this freaking day, Estelle constantly gets called "Cassius Brights daughter" instead of being recognized for all the amazing stuff she has done. So... if Falcom wants to kill Cassius, I gladly applauded them for finally getting rid of that "legend" that doesn't deserve that title...

*achem* My hate for Cassius Bright aside...

Non one and I mean no one, in Falcoms team would dare to kill Rean. Never. He has replaced Adol as the most beloved Falcom-Game character and Kondo would be stupid to kill the guy off that ultimately will draw a lot of people back to future trails games whenever he has a cameo or there is even just a slight chance of a cameo. It would be a stupid move to kill him off, at least until the very, very end of the whole Trails-Saga.

If in fact someone would dare to kill my (and many other peoples) Rean-bean, I would cry and scream and (if the Trails Saga hasn't ended yet) maybe even think about dropping the series. I am not sure if I would go through with it, but the pain would be big enough to at least seriously consider it. He was my first trails protagonist, he is my baby, my poor boy and a hot guy all in one and my emotional connection to him is immense. I love him nuts.

And I think that is ultimately what matter when it comes down to the question. How I react to a characters death, depends on how much that character means to me. If it would be Rean, I would be devastated. Frustrated with the series. Angry at Kondo and everyone at Falcom. Lots of crying would be involved. Same goes for Olivert (tho I guess this guy won't be killed twice XD) or other characters I care about a lot. There are characters I do not like much, but kinda got used to, like Crow or Kevin, so it still would be painful to watch them die (once again, Crow is not dying again, but it was just an example) and it would definitely hurt, but I could and would move on from it relatively fast.

I think what also plays a huge role in it all, is how the characters around react. If Cassius dies, I would not shed a single tear for him, but if Estelle, Joshua and Renne would be crying, I would still be crying with them. When Rean dies, half of Zemuria will cry so even if I would not care about the guy at all, I would bawl my eyes out, watching Alisa cry and Elliot scream and... been there, done that. Thankfully, this guy should also be past dying, as we've experienced that nightmare already - more of less, but lets not get into details about what we thought was him dying. We lost him either way.

What for me - as a diehard shipper - also plays an immense role for a character if he/she was part of a shipping. If Agate, for example would die, I think that would crush me. Even tho Agate himself isn't like one of my favorite characters, but I love Tita and she loves him and if that fucking ship goes down this way then I would be in a rage.

So... yeah... my reaction clearly depends on a lot of things. Cassius aside, I think I do would cry for most of the characters in one way or another.

But I would prefer for them all to be fine for the rest of the Trails-Saga, because they have been through enough already.

[trauma-aquarium]

Okay brace yourselves, folks, this is the story of how I discovered owls living in my stove exhaust thingy on the upper floor and how I saved them from death by the hands (claws) of crows, and they became my guardians.

It all started when I was in my backyard and by chance, saw an owl peeking at me from the exhaust outlet on the upper floor.

Sorry for the low quality I had to zoom a lot from my sorry excuse of a phone. 

Anyways, this is mommy owl and she had given birth to a lot of noisy kids which we could hear and smell (fowl smell) from the kitchen, and it was really hard to go to the upper floor without wanting to throw up. My father insisted we call someone and get the owls out and leave them in a yard or something.

What my father didn’t know was that me and my elder brother are softies when it comes to birds (he’s a softie for birds, i’m a softie for all animal-kind). So this man comes and after much struggle and a screeching mother (and a possible father), we manage to take out the owls.

And as you can see, they were very angry. These are the kids, mind you.

Anyways, me, the only one in the family with actual empathy for animals (and less empathy for humans bc why) and a brain that works when it comes to their care, I took these little owls to the balcony, quite close to the exhaust outlet you just saw, hoping their parents would come and maybe take them or whatever. Only then I realized that the parents themselves were smol, and couldn’t quite possibly take them anywhere. So here they are, in my balcony, defenseless, especially during the day.

And they were FIVE OWL BABIES. I was suddenly a single mother at the age of 20. 

Anyways, I pet them, they try to bite me and I’m okay with that, my softie brother also gets scared easily so he just watches me do my thing- that being making them feel comfortable and safe, providing food which they didn’t quite eat bc babies. 

But then I had to be on guard duty because of the damned crows who came in groups (freaking murder of crows) and tried to attack/literally murder or eat alive the poor babies. And I was having none of that.

In the hot month of May, I was on day duty scaring off crows and praying the mother would return at night. Oh, and she did. Probably cursed at me for wrecking her home (sorry but it was inevitable) and shouted at me to leave, and I did, fearing what tomorrow held.

But tomorrow was the same.

So the mother and the possible dad disappeared during the days, but the babies were active (somewhat) probably because of all the noise me and the crows made. I did my thing- petted them, gave them water, played with them if they felt like it. They gave me rashes but I was okay.

Days passed, and the owls were entering pre-teens (judging by how they started rebelling and fighting with each other) and finally came out of the little tub on their own. I felt so proud. Now they had the whole balcony all to themselves (and me, of course). And they were scared of me no more. I would help them in and out of the tub if they wanted. 

They would sleep near the stairs and I’d caress their heads and they’d give me a smile (no i didn’t imagine that). And the crows would come and they would get scared for a second and look like this:

Yellow eyes. So cute.

Anyways, the mother owl and I had an understanding now too. Where she previously used to scare me when sunset approached and screech at me, she would now simply come and sit at one of the wires in front of my house and watch me pet her children and say NOTHING. And then I would wave at her and go inside and she would come and feed her children. She wasn’t all that bad. And the possible father would guard or something- I could see them from downstairs if I walked in front of my house.

This whole ordeal lasted for two months before the kids were finally old enough to fly, and I may have cried happy tears. I thought it was over now- they would move away and we’d never see each other again. But then-

I saw this from my window, my room being downstairs (don’t mind the wires, it was to keep robbers out bc robbers suddenly decided our housing society was a good place to collect money from). So everyday sunset, I’d draw my curtains apart and they would come and sit right outside my window (look at how grown they are!) and we’d screech at each other which was our love language.

So whenever I went out for a walk, there would be 5 kids and sometimes, their mommy, my guardians now. They would walk with me (fly with me, actually.) They would jump from wire to wire and occasionally, when they didn’t feel shy, they would scoop really low, circle around me and go back.

Yes. I was their Disney Princess, and I fucking felt like it too.

I called them ‘my owl friends’. I’d go out at night, look around and say ‘my owl friends, where y’all at?’ and they would come, making weird owl noises, circle around me and walk with me.

It was truly magical, and though I’m a huge cat person, I wouldn’t mind living with owls (even though they’re extremely smelly sometimes and want to eat me sometimes bc meat).

Here’s a last cute picture of my owl besties

I love them so much. I moved houses (only like three streets away but the owls couldn’t have known... could they?) and had to leave them behind, but here’s where a plot twist happens.

I think they might have put in a good word about me in the owl community, because the owls- different ones- occasionally come by. And they only come to ME.

Like this one time I was in the front yard of my house and two owls paid a visit.

Or this one time I was walking in the park in front of my house and two owls circled around me, ignoring my mom and little brother, and sat on a tree, watching me the whole time.

Either I’m a Disney Princess or these owls are planning some weird shit. Whatever it is, I’m in for it.

#owl #owls #owls of tumblr #baby owls #baby animals #animals #birds #baby birds #wholesome #my disney princess moment #cute #cute animals #wildlife #aww

[littlemisspascal]

Paper Airplanes

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Female Reader

Word Count: 3000+

Summary:  “I’m not gonna lie, it can be rough being the only girl in the city willing to put up with these idiots.” You gesture towards the boys where Santi and Benny are racing each other backwards around the office space on their rolling chairs. Your gaze lingers on Frankie, laughing so hard he’s bent over with his hands on his knees. “But there are definitely some benefits, too.”

Warnings: The Office AU, language, fluff, no beta mistakes are my own, everyone is probably 1000% OOC but 🤷‍♀️, and also I can’t write humor to save my life so double 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Author Note: I was sitting in a hospital waiting room for 2 hours yesterday and the Office was on TV and my brain went WRITE IT! Is this anywhere near as funny or well-written as that show? Nope nope nope. But this idea wouldn’t leave me alone so I hope someone out there enjoys this 💖

Also on AO3

Frankie adjusts his cap, a bashful look on his face as the camera focuses on him intently. “I mean, Tom can be a dick, but…” He looks over his shoulder, hearing you laugh across the room at one of Benny’s stupid jokes, and a soft smile pulls at his lips. “Yeah, Triple Frontier Paper Company is a pretty great place to work.”

—

“I’m not gonna lie, it can be rough being the only girl in the city willing to put up with these idiots.” You gesture towards the boys where Santi and Benny are racing each other backwards around the office space on their rolling chairs. Your gaze lingers on Frankie, laughing so hard he’s bent over with his hands on his knees. “But there are definitely some benefits, too.”

—

You nudge your foot against Frankie’s. Then, when that fails to get his attention, you elbow him in the side.

He snaps awake with a grunt, blinking rapidly to clear away the bleariness. “Wha?”

You nearly pull a muscle trying to keep yourself from laughing. “Tom’s talking about signing us all up for paintball,” you whisper, leaning in close enough your lips almost graze the shell of his ear.

He shifts in his seat. “Right,” he mutters back in the same hushed tone. “‘Cause the one thing this office needs is more competition.”

The response on the tip of your tongue is silenced by Tom popping up in front of your face, startling you so much that you instinctively grip onto Frankie’s shirt.

“Peaches! Catfish! The time has come.” He holds out a fistful of straws. “Pick wisely. You’ll defend your teammate with your life.”

Benny, leaning against the wall behind Tom, rolls his eyes hard enough his head lolls with the movement. “Will you give up the stupid fucking nicknames already?”

“You’re just jealous you didn’t get one,” Will teases his baby brother, earning a blurred hand gesture in response.

“You can have Peaches,” you offer, only for Benny to make a face like you’ve asked him to eat a dozen lemons.

Tom pinches the bridge of his nose, then glances at the camera with an exasperated look as if to say See what I have to deal with?

He thrusts the bundle of straws closer, nearly up your nose. “Just pick already.”

You reluctantly grab one, revealing blue tape around the end of it.

“Peaches is blue,” Tom crows, like you’ve won the lottery. “Your turn, Fish.”

Frankie takes a straw and it’s blue like yours. He grins at you, crow’s feet sprouting at the corners of his eyes, and you can’t help smiling back. Neither of you pay any attention to the camera or the others drawing teams, lost in your own little moment.

“Oh, great,” Santi sighs, a red straw in his grip matching Tom’s. “It’s us versus Team Miller Bros versus Team Fishes.”

You turn towards him, brow furrowed. “Fishes?”

The camera catches Santi’s mischievous smirk. “Be thankful. It’s a better name than Catches or Fishpea.”

“Or Catpea,” Benny adds, laughing. “Peaches, your nickname really does suck.”

Frankie throws both your straws at him.

—

“I used to want to be a writer when I was younger,” you say, mindlessly playing with your fingers as you sit in front of the camera. “I always thought it’d be cool to travel the world, promoting a story I’d written. Frankie said he’d fly me around from place to place since he has his pilot’s license. He loves flying.” You glance at the lens shyly. “Tell you a secret? I think it’d be a lot of fun, just the two of us traveling alone together.”

—

“I was chasing down drug lords in South America before I came here. Confidential shit I can’t go into too much detail about,” Santi explains, crossing his arms over his chest, muscles bulging. “I took a bullet to the leg and was told a desk job was my new future. I’ve known Frankie since we were in diapers, grew up in the same neighborhood, chased after the same girls.” He holds up a finger, correcting himself, “Well, no, actually, Peaches is all Frankie’s. I already have a down payment on their wedding present.”

—

“We should celebrate,” you declare, sliding into the passenger seat of Frankie’s pickup. “It’s not everyday I get the opportunity to shoot my boss in the head with a paintball.”

“You gave Tom a concussion,” Frankie replies, eyebrows raised incredulously. “And we got banned from ever playing there again.”

“Tom was gonna shoot you. Desperate times call for desperate measures.” You reach for the seatbelt, oblivious to Frankie’s fond expression. “Who cares that we were banned? Just add it to the list.”

Frankie rolls his eyes. “The fact we even have a list is ridiculous.”

“I like it. It means we’ve got a lot of fun stories to tell our kids one day.”

Frankie turns the key and the engine wakes up with a mechanical groan. He scratches at his stubbled cheek where there’s a patch of gray hair you’re prone to staring at. “Our kids, huh?”

You fumble for a response, replaying the words in your head and hearing the implication. “Well, I—You know, it’s—We…”

“Relax, sweetheart. It’s okay,” he says, voice warm and low, driving out of the parking lot. “You in the mood for a milkshake?”

You relax and lean back against the leather seat, grateful for the change of topic. “Only if you buy your hero some fries to go with it.”

“Holy shit, Wonder Woman’s gonna be there?”

You punch him in retaliation, but he later makes it up to you by asking the waitress for an extra large plate of fries and doesn’t judge you the slightest bit when you eat every last one.

—

“All the guys are a bunch of cinnamon rolls.” You rest your chin upon your hand with your elbow propped up on the armrest of a chair, smiling at the camera. “I mean, yeah, Tom’s a pompous asshole, Santi has an addiction to texting, Benny has absolutely no filter between his brain and mouth, Will gets aggressive if he hasn’t had breakfast, and Frankie has the worst handwriting I’ve ever seen. But for my birthday they all chipped in and bought me a robot dog ‘cause I’m allergic to real ones.”

(Cut to a clip of you jumping up and down squealing, watching a robotic dog pick up a magnetic bone. Benny’s rifling through his desk, trying to find something else magnetic to make it fetch, while Santi and Will argue over what to name it. Frankie stands at your side, looking at you with what can only be called heart eyes.)

“Dogneto is the office mascot,” you say, pointing at the chair by your desk where the silver-and-white canine sits vigilantly. “Frankie thinks I don’t notice, but he pets him whenever he goes to the copy machine.”

—

“It’s definitely a matter of when Peaches and Fish get together. Not if,” Will says, stuffing his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie.

(Cut to a clip of Frankie teaching you how to make a paper airplane, leaning over you from behind your chair. You’re watching his hands far more intensely than is necessary for the situation. Frankie says your name—your actual name, not your nickname stemming from an unfortunate lunchtime incident you’ll never emotionally or mentally recover from—and you turn your head, lips mere centimeters away from his. Will and Santi watch from their desks on the opposite side of the room, camera zooming in on their twin looks of eager anticipation. Only for Frankie to ruin the potential romantic moment by holding up the paper airplane he’d finished crafting. You make oohing and awing noises. Santi slumps in his seat, head in his hands. Will snaps a pencil in half.)

“It might not be in my lifetime, but…” Will shrugs, a What can you do? They’re idiots look on his face. “They’ll figure it out eventually.”

—

There’s a spare room in the office with a piece of paper taped to the door labeled Rec Room and the only three pieces of furniture inside are a ping pong table and a pair of giant bean bag chairs.

You sit on one of them now, half-watching Santi and Frankie face off against Will and Benny, half-talking to the camera. The other bean bag is occupied by Dogneto.

“The boys are very serious about ping pong,” you say, wincing when Benny angrily slams his paddle against the table after Santi scores the winning point. “It, uh…It can get pretty heated. Sometimes they even make bets on the games.”

Santi appears in the frame next to you with that no-good-mischievous smirk you always dread seeing. He says, just loud enough for your ears and the camera to hear, “You’re just as bad, Peaches. Don’t act like you don’t have a fifty in your bra right now with Frankie’s name on it. You always bet on him because you lo—“

“Shut the fuck up!” You slap a hand over his mouth. Then, at the camera, you hastily explain, “He’s a lying liar who lies. Disregard everything he tells you.”

Santi licks your palm, eliciting a shrill squeal of disgust from you.

Without warning, a ping pong ball nails the side of Santi’s face with a resounding smack. He hisses in pain while pressing a hand to his stinging cheek, and then glares at Frankie who stares back unflinchingly, paddle in hand like he’s prepared to throw it next.

“Friends shouldn’t lick friends. It’s gross.”

“He’s not wrong,” Benny chimes in with all the profound wisdom he possesses. “God knows where Santi’s tongue has been.”

“Your mother didn’t seem to mind too much,” Santi retorts.

Will tugs Santi away from you by the arm, trying and failing to sound angry instead of amused, “That’s my mother, too, you dick.”

Frankie slowly draws closer to you as the other three start trying to out-insult each other, uncomfortably aware of the camera focusing on him. “You okay?”

You nod, beaming up at him like a schoolgirl with a helpless crush. “Thanks for having my back, Frankie.”

“You can always count on me.”

—

“What!?” Tom’s eyebrows nearly disappear into his hairline. “Peaches and Catfish aren’t fucking yet? Are you shitting me? No? You’re 100% serious right now.” He looks out the window at the parking lot, rubbing a hand thoughtfully over his beard. “You think you know who you’re working with…Are you gonna tell me next Benny and Ironhead aren’t actually brothers?”

—

“Nah, they’re totally together,” Benny says confidently, hands behind his head as he leans back in the chair, the perfect picture of relaxation. “They’re trying to play the long con, but they can’t fool Ben Miller. I know true love when I see it.”

—

“Look,” you stare directly at the camera, no trace of humor or jest on your face, “the only thing I’ll say about the possibility of office romance is that it is a possibility. I’m not gonna rule out anything because I don’t know what the future has in store for me. If I did, I never would have let myself end up with Peaches of all nicknames.”

You cross your arms, then uncross them, and cross them again within the span of ten seconds, leg bouncing restlessly. “Yes, I admit it, okay, I would like to date someone. Someone kind and sweet, with strong hands that can fly huge helicopters and fold little paper airplanes. Someone with a smile like sunshine, a dimple in their cheek, and curly hair they hide beneath a cap because they don’t realize how hot they look.” You clear your throat awkwardly. “Yep. I’m keeping the door open for any possibility. I just hope…someone out there knows that, too.”

—

Frankie’s jaw clenches, stubborn and resolute. “I don’t have to open up about my feelings or whatever. You can’t make me.” His eyes narrow into threatening slits, resembling an angry kitten. “You try anything, I know a guy who knows a guy who has a cousin who will make you disappear. You won’t ever see him coming.”

A moment later, he winces at his own harshness and rubs at the back of his neck sheepishly. “That was really dark. Sorry, man. Can we edit out the death threat later? I wouldn’t want Pea—anyone at the office seeing it. Please?”

—

Santi waves his phone in front of your eyes, a dreamy smile on his face.

“Isn’t she gorgeous? I’m flying out next weekend to Australia to meet her.”

You grab his hand to steady it, looking at the profile picture of a beautiful dark-haired woman on a dating site. Your eyes flick back and forth between Santi and the phone.

“When did you start online dating?” you wonder just before a yawn escapes your lips, making your eyes water. “And did you seriously just say Australia?”

He taps his fingers on the counter, doing quick mental math. “About three weeks.” You nearly choke on your sip of coffee. Santi continues, oblivious, “And, yeah, Australia is where she’s living at the moment with her brother.”

“Three weeks and you’re willing to fly across the globe for her? Pope, honey, isn’t that a little rushed?” You look to Frankie to back you up, but he’s busy trying to fight Will for the last glazed donut.

“Maybe,” Santi shrugs, unwrapping a protein bar. “Or maybe it’s the best decision I’ll ever make. Finding your match is all about taking risks for the potential of a life-changing reward.” He takes a bite, chewing thoughtfully. “Pretty sure I read that somewhere, at least.”

Will shoves Frankie against the fridge, pinning him with his forearm against Frankie’s neck. You and Santi wince sympathetically.

Turning back to Santi, you say, “But you might also wind up getting hurt by taking a risk.”

“Life fucks everyone up one way or another whether you purposely take risky chances or not. That’s just the way it is,” Santi says, swallowing his mouthful. He nods towards Frankie who has somehow miraculously twisted out of Will’s hold, the donut held aloft over his head victoriously. “But at least with love, you might walk out the other side with someone who will be there to help you through the next clusterfuck.”

“How poetic, Santiago,” you praise, only half-teasing.

Frankie slides into frame next to you, offering you the glazed donut with a shy smile. “Here. You told me once they were your favorite.”

You take it from him, fingers brushing his, visibly moved by the sweetness of the gesture. “Thank you, Frankie.”

He rubs at his shoulder, hiding a wince of pain. “It was nothing. Will didn’t mind giving it up at all.”

The camera pans to Will, glaring daggers at Frankie while pouring Cheerios into a bowl.

—

“Maybe Santi was right about taking chances when it comes to love,” you admit to the camera, brow creased thoughtfully as an epiphany develops. “Maybe instead of waiting for someone to realize the door is wide open, I’ve got to step outside and offer to lead them through it.”

(The camera catches you sneaking into the rec room with a stack of paper ten minutes later.)

—

Later that night, Frankie is finishing typing his last reports for the week. His focus is on the screen, oblivious to you peeking around the hall behind him.

A paper airplane soars by, crinkled and unevenly folded, and Frankie watches it land by the wastebasket, bewildered.

Another one sails far past Frankie’s desk, colliding with Will’s chair. The third one does a loop and nosedives straight for the floor.

“Peaches,” Frankie calls out after several more rough landings, “we’ve really got to work on your crafting skills.”

You shush him, carefully aiming the next one, determination burning in your gaze.

It goes high over Frankie’s head, but he spares you humiliation by reaching up to grab it. He notices writing on the paper and unfolds the wings to read the message. His eyebrows arch with surprise and wonder, head snapping up to look at you.

“You really mean it?”

“Yeah,” you say, stepping closer, a wobbly smile on your face. “I really, really mean it, Frankie. I love spending time with you and talking to you. I love watching you destroy the boys at ping pong. I love teaming up together against Tom. I love everything about you because I love you, Francisco Morales.”

Frankie, smiling wider than ever previously filmed, hastily scribbles something down and refolds the paper airplane. With perfect precision, he sends it flying back to you.

You look down at the note, biting your lip nervously. “Frankie, I…” You shake your head. “I can’t read this. Your handwriting is horrendous. I—”

Frankie cuts you off with a kiss, lips slotting against yours with such intense passion you see stars.

“Silly girl,” he murmurs, forehead pressed against yours. “It says I love you too.”

—

“I found a note this morning by my desk. It had Peaches’ handwriting on it,” Will says, holding the paper up for the camera before reading aloud, “Damn, you look plane sexy. I was lost until my radar pointed to your direction. May I have clearance to ask you out on a date because I love you?”

Will looks at the camera. “What the hell is this? Every pilot pick-up line combined? The only guy who even knows how to fly is—”

He cuts himself off, staring at the entryway where you and Frankie have just arrived, holding hands and smiling.

A broad grin stretches across Will’s face. “About. Damn. Time.”

—

“You know, sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t started working here at Triple Frontier. If I did become an author instead.” You look over towards Frankie playing fetch with Dogneto, and your eyes light up with affection when he notices you watching and blows you a kiss.

“Frankie told me not to worry. A love like ours, he promised we’d find each other anyways.”

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[lonely-lost-soul]

Of Immortality and Nymphs

(Philza Minecraft x Reader)

Request 2: Just c!philza simping over reader!!

Requested by: Anonymous 

(Okay maybe I got a little carried away with this one...) 

~~~

     He met her for the first time when he was a young man, who barely understood the world around him. Messing with things he shouldn’t was his specialty so when he heard there used to be Nymphs in the nearby forests, he just had to find out if they were extinct or not. Phil flipped through his worn journal and tapped his quill on the paper, he wanted to document his journey to finding the supposedly mythical creature. After all, this was one of his first real adventures all by himself he wouldn’t accept any form of defeat. He popped the cork off the invisibility potion he had and downed it with one swig. Phil, now hidden, wandered into the forest of the last known location, of the last recorded Nymph. Not being visible to the creatures in the forest allowed Phil to take in the beauty of nature around him, he could get close to the animals and see them in their natural habitat. The forest was beautiful, sunlight peeking in through the leaves of the trees, it was magical. He placed his hand on the trees running his hand over the bark with a smile, Phil heard a soft twinkling in his ear, and his head shot up. Always trigger happy he put his hand on his sword, in the middle of a nearby clearing stood a beautiful woman with gorgeous (h/c) hair. Flowers and leaves seemed to be interwoven within the strands, her ears were elf-like in appearance adorned with gold piercings. Her dress flowed in the wind, it was a soft almost translucent green decorated with leaves, in her hand was a baby chick. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, it was clear she was the Nymph that the old stories were talking about, thank god for the invisibility potion. 

Pulling out his journal once more he began to sketch a picture of the elegant woman, he didn’t want to forget her face. The man looked up once more to finish up the sketch and the Nymph was gone, he frowned sadly, he did hope he could get to talk to her. 

     “What’re you drawing?” Phil snapped his notebook shut letting out a startled yelp, he turned to look at the figure beside him. The potion must’ve worn off when he wasn’t looking, however beside him was said Nymph. His jaw almost dropped open, did she have no self-preservation? “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you!” She stepped a few steps back and he held out his arm to stop her. 

     “No! No, you’re alright!” He put his hand to his heart, “I’m Phil. and you are?” 

     “(Y/n). Are you human?” 

     “Tragically,” Phil gave her a little smile as she tilted her head curiously. “Are you a Nymph?” You looked a little hesitant, he watched as your ears twitched in an undeniably cute way. He felt himself melt a little as you gave a nod, 

     “A Meliae if you want to get specific,” you smiled fondly giving him a teasing wink. Opening his notebook again he scribbled that down next to the figure drawing of you, you sat down in front of him watching in awe, “Is that your language’s written system?” Looking back up at her curious expression Phil once again felt his heartbeat speed up in his chest. 

     “It is. You’re very clever,” He hummed and was delighted in the way you flushed up to the tips of your ears. You waved him off, 

     “I’m not that clever. When you’ve been around as long as I have you pick up on certain things,” He watched you carefully as you sat down beside him resting on your knees. Curiously Phil tilted his head,

     “How long have you been around?”

     “Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a woman her age?” She shot back a grin on her features, oh Phil was in love. Nymphs did tend to have that effect on people, people fall hard and fast for them, but Phil didn’t care. 

     “My apologies, that was rude of me huh?”

     “Very.” She teased with a snicker, “I’ve honestly lost count at this point.” 

     “You’ve lost track? So you’re immortal then?” Phil’s entire face lit up the excitement prevalent on his features, “Tell me everything.” He pleaded, with a soft laugh you began to share your tale with the man in front of you. Phil was enamored she had lived more lifetimes than he could begin to comprehend, what he wouldn’t do to have that gift. The duo talked long into the evening and well into the next morning, Phil knew he had to head home soon. Not that he had anyone waiting for him back home, but he couldn’t stay with her forever as much as he wanted to. “When can I see you again?” He whispered taking your hands within his own, he couldn’t help but notice how soft they were for someone living in a forest. You hesitantly pressed your finger to his earring, 

     “They’ll start to glow whenever I’m near. So you can always find me,” You whispered cupping his cheek in your hand, he felt himself lean into it. “I’ll see you soon Phil,” You leaned forward pressing a tender kiss to his lips before disappearing in a flurry of flowers and leaves. Phil let out a shaky breath bringing his fingers to his lips a wild smile appearing across them. He opened his journal one last time adding ‘great kissers’ to his list of things about the Nymph of the forest. 

They met many more times after that, and with each meeting, Phil only fell more and more in love with her. He wanted to protect you and keep you safe especially after telling him that Nymphs were hunted for their tears that give immortality but now without the expense of the Nymph. Yet even with his pleading, you wouldn’t leave the forest you called home. You told him maybe one day you could, but you were the only Nymph protecting the forest and you had to stay to protect your home. Ever the gentleman Phil would drop the conversation and steer it into another direction said direction ended with a lot of kissing. 

As the years flew by Phil found himself growing older and you remaining the same and as beautiful as ever, he wanted to be immortal with you. He never wanted to lose you, so he made a deal with the God of undying, sacrificing his three lives for one immortal life so he could remain by your side forever. He’d also have to give up part of his humanity, he was bestowed giant black crow-like wings. But he’d do anything so long as he got to be by your side for the rest of eternity. Phil didn’t want to tell you at first, afraid you’d be mad but it was hard to hide giant black wings and the man could never stay far away from you. When he finally saw you again you knew what went down practically immediately. Surprisingly you took it much better than he originally thought, you seemed to flattered beyond belief but also pissed as hell. Desperately you tried to explain to him that immortality wasn’t a gift but a curse, seeing the world change around you while you stay young forever wasn’t as fun as it sounded. The man scoffed, shooting back a comment of his own about how he didn’t want to imagine a world without you by his side. You didn’t deserve to lose someone you loved just because they were mortal and he stood by that.

He watched your face scrunch up, cheeks turning pink at his sentiment. Mostly because you were melting around his words and he knew it too by the smirk evident on his features. Phil locked eyes with you and smiled endearingly, 

     “I love you.” 

     “I’m pregnant.” 

     “Fucking what-” He choked on his spit any argument that started before fizzled out the minute you had told you said those two words to him. He felt his features morphed in surprise before wrapping you in a tight suffocating hug. That only solidified his choices, he made the right decision, he needed to stay by you and your child’s side so long as the universe allowed him to. 

However, things weren’t all peaches and rainbows as the world changed to a dark and dismal place once more. Forests were being burned and destroyed and humans once again discovered the existence of Nymphs and wanted to hunt them down for sport. Things were dangerous, way too dangerous for you and the newborn son you shared with Phil. Reluctantly you and Phil came to a decision, to protect your baby you needed to leave, it was the only way to keep them safe. You held the baby close to your chest, tears swelling in your eyes as Phil kissed your cheeks trying to shush you softly. “It’s alright…” His voice was gentle, his big hand caressing the boy’s chocolate brown curls. 

     “It’s not alright. Phil...I don’t wanna leave you or Wilbur.” Your voice quivered and Phil’s heart shattered in pieces, “But his safety comes first.” You brought the baby up to your lips and kissed his forehead, he giggled sweetly trying to squish his mother’s cheeks. You laughed as he did so, “My sweet, lovely boy. I’ll have to leave you for a while, I don’t want to but you need to be kept safe. I…” Phil frowned watching as you choked up once more, “I’m not safe.” Even through your tears, Phil thought you were beautiful, “You can’t tell him about me…” 

     “(Y/n) I can’t- That’s just not fair-” You shushed him with a kiss to his lips, passing Wilbur off to him. 

     “If he’s anything like his father he’ll lose his mind searching for his mother. He needs to live his life.” You reached up holding Phil’s chin on your pointer finger, “He has to live life to its fullest, Nothing can hold him back. It has to stay this way until I can come back. Which I will...hopefully it won’t be too long.” You smiled up at him and Phil took in a shaky breath, 

     “What if I ruin him.” His voice was painfully tight holding his grip on Wilbur tightening as well, it made the baby squirm. You shushed him softly, pressing a kiss to his lips, his scruff tickling your chin. To him the kisses always felt electric, never devoid of passion and adoration, he leaned forward to chase those addicting lips as you pulled away. 

     “You won’t ruin him, you’re the most gentle and kind man I’ve ever met. You took care of me all these years, you’ll be amazing for Wilby.” Phil watched as you kissed Wilbur one last time before stepping away with a shaky breath. “Just be as good to him as you are to me,” You both heard the crunch of leaves, it caused you to jump a little looking around the forest frantically. 

     “Go. We’ll be fine. Just stay safe and come back to us okay?” You could only nod at him before disappearing in a gust of leaves and flowers. Phil felt his heartache and he jolted as Wilbur began to cry seemingly already missing the presence of his mother. “Oh Wilbur hush, hush for me please,” His father pleaded as he began to rock him gently this was going to be a lot harder than he would ever anticipate, but to keep you safe he’d give up the entire world. 

~~~

Decades went by, Phil had not only Wilbur to watch over but three more idiotic kids, others adopted of course. Wilbur had grown up into a strapping young man, got married, and had a son, you would be so proud of him. You’d spoil Fundy rotten, he just knew you would, he was sure you’d also spoil Tommy and Tubbo. Not to mention you’d force your motherly affection all over Technoblade and he wouldn’t have a choice but to open up to you. 

However, none of them even knew you existed, lies were told about who Wilbur’s mother was when any of them asked and it killed him on the inside to lie about you. Eventually, Wilbur just stopped asking, most likely assuming something bad happened that Phil never wanted to discuss with him. Something far too painful to even tell his son about,

 Which was half right he supposed. 

It started like any other day, Tommy and Wilbur were messing around with Dream, something about discs and war that Phil didn’t particularly care about. Wilbur had come over once again to plead with Phil for aid in the war, but once again he refused him. This time he even brought Fundy along thinking that seeing his grandson might change the older man’s mind. However, he still refused knowing it wasn’t going to end well in the long run even if Wilbur did win. Sometimes kids had to make their own mistakes to learn about the future. It’s not like he hadn’t told Wil it wouldn’t end well, he did multiple times, but the kid was just as stubborn as he was and wasn’t going to back down. 

“Dad, please. If you’d just join in we’d slay Dream and his team, all the fighting will come to an end. The nation I’m trying to create would finally be free and safe. Just help me.” Wilbur pleaded, a small whine slipping into his voice as he followed Phil and his son into the forest, “We can establish our new nation and be free from tyranny. No more war, isn’t that what you keep advocating for?” Wilbur continued to rant, not helping at all with his chores, his voice grew soft suddenly, and Fundy grabbed onto the sleeve of his jacket. 

     “What is it, kid?”

     “Your earring’s glowing pops.” Fundy pointed to his ear and Phil froze in place the wood that he collected falling out of his hands, scattering all over the forest floor.

     “Dad?” Wilbur repeated his voice growing louder in concern, Phil looked around the clearing frantically before bolting in a random direction. 

     “Grandpa!?” Fundy yelled chasing off after him, his tail puffing up anxiously, 

     “Fundy don’t just run off!” 

Phil didn’t stick around to hear them, you were around here somewhere the question was where. His heart was beating erratically in his chest, please, please god let him find you. He didn’t have to wait long, he’d recognize you anywhere you still looked the same. Standing in the middle of a flower field you looked over your shoulder, “(Y/n)! Darling!” He called out choking a little on his words, your (e/c) eyes blew wide and he heard you laugh. You ran up to him flowers growing in your wake, you launched himself at the man and he lifted you in his arms. He spun you around laughing in disbelief, using his wings you both floated in the air, he cradled the back of your head with his hand, “I can’t believe you’re here.” Phil whispered, pulling away to cup your cheeks with your hands, “you’re real.”

     “Of course I’m here silly goose. I told you I’d come back didn’t I?” You laughed fondly as he began to pepper your face in kisses, “Even if it is way later than I intended…” You trailed off with a small wince, 

     “Who cares. You’re here now and you’re safe.” He landed a kiss on your lips as you kissed him back. You tasted just as he remembered like fresh air and oranges, he wanted to swallow you whole. He never wanted to let you go again, and he never would if he had a say in the matter. 

      “Dad? What the fuck?” Wilbur blurted as Fundy and he came upon the clearing, you pulled away from Phil. Tears filling your eyes, your hands coming up to cover your mouth, Phil rested a hand on the small of your back. 

     “Wilby…” She whispered, stumbling towards the man reaching out towards him, he raised an eyebrow and flinched away from your touch. You pulled your hand back taking a little breath,

     “I’m sorry. How do you know my name?” From behind you, Phil flinched; he knew that’s what you wanted, for him not to remember you. But, fuck he felt guilty about it, he was about to feel even more guilty in a minute. 

     “She’s your mom Wilbur.” 

     “Fucking WHAT.” Wilbur sputtered taking a few steps back from the woman, “You told me my mom was a fridge!”

     “You told him what.” You turned towards Phil, eyes blazing with annoyance, he held his hands up in surrender. “Why would you tell him his mother was a fridge! I know I told you to lie but a fridge! Phil that’s not even physically possible!” You scolded the man crossing your arms over your chest, his face flushed a bright red. He even missed you yelling and scolding him, he was down bad. 

     “(Y/n) I panicked-” Phil started to explain and you cut him off with an eye roll. “I’m sorry okay, I love you.” 

Meanwhile, Wilbur and Fundy looked in between the two adults rapidly as they talked. Both equally shocked and at a loss for words, Wilbur took a step forward and grabbed your wrist. 

     “Please continue your explanation,” He commanded softly, “If you are my mom why did you leave? Why haven’t you been here?” Wilbur frowned as he watched you look away from him, 

     “How much do you know about Nymphs Wilbur?” Wilbur turned bright red and the color reached up onto the tips of his ears, “What?”

“My mom’s a Nymph.” Fundy spoke up in place of Wilbur, “her name’s Sally. I...I’m Wilbur’s son.” He watched your face melt and mouth a broken ‘son?’, Phil noticed and walked up to squeeze your hand. You had missed so much, you hoped you didn’t blame yourself, you and Phil lived too long to live with that many regrets. 

     “What happened to her?” You asked tenderly, 

     “Killed.” Wilbur said bluntly, “by hunters. Don’t worry, I made sure to dispose of them.” 

     “I-I’m so sorry.” You spoke and Wilbur couldn’t help but feel compelled into your arms. Something about you just made him want to melt into your body, he knew Phil was right in the end. You were his mother through and through, I mean the shared pointed ears said enough. 

     “Is that why you left?” Fundy asked walking over to stand beside Wilbur, Fundy’s ears pressing against his head. They both watched you nod and Phil tightened his grip on your arm, you took in another deep breath. His hand moved to wrap securely around your waist, he was here for you. He’d always be here for you.

     “When you were born, the hunters were far worse, there were much more of them. Greater numbers and they sniffed out Nymphs like hunting dogs to a rabbit. I couldn’t keep a newborn baby safe, especially one that was half Nymph...Which probably explains why Fundy’s part fox, he has more Nymph in him.” The fox hybrid seemed to light up at even the inclination that he was special in any way, shape, or form. “It was safer for me to be as far away from the both of you as possible, and I was right considering you grew up into a handsome young man with a family of his own.” You chuckled fondly leaning into Phil’s touch. “But I can understand if you don’t trust me or want to get to know me,” You smiled sadly at the man Fundy spoke up before Wilbur could. 

     “No! We want to get to know you grandma!” He blurted taking your hands in his own, you melted at the adorable way his eyes lit up. You glanced up at Wilbur who Phil totally wasn’t threatening with his eyes, 

     “I…” The man looked hesitant, but as he stared into your warm eyes once more he felt encapsulated within them. His longing for a motherly figure in his lips came back at full force and washed over him like a tidal wave. He had a mother and she was safe and here and willing to come back into his life if he was ready. 

Was he ready? Why did he feel ready?

     “Fuck that hesitance she’s grandma,” You let out a delighted laugh ruffling up Fundy’s hair, his tail wagging elatedly behind him. 

     “Don’t spoil him, love.”

     “Fuck you, I’m spoiling the hell out of my grandson. Gotta make it up to him somehow.” Fundy’s tail only wagged harder as he wrapped you in a tight hug, you hugged him back just as tightly. 

     “Hey, Hey move over champion. I get to hug my mom now.” Wilbur snapped defensively, as Fundy snickered only looking up at him mischievously hugging you tighter. You laughed in delight seeing Wilbur huff, Phil melted against you in relief. Wilbur’s face was scrunching up the exact way you do when you’re pissed, he smiled against the side of your head. Wilbur pushed his son to the side gently and wrapped his arms around you in a hug, he towered over you but couldn’t help but bury his face in your neck. You cooed softly and ran your fingers through his hair, he was gone the moment you did so, melting in your arms completely. 

Without you noticing Phil took a step away from the group just to admire the moment from an outsider’s perspective. For what felt like the hundredth time that hour Phil felt light, he felt like the weight of the world was off his shoulders. Everything was right in the universe again, you were finally holding your not-so-little boy in your arms again after all these years. Even if you did have a fox hanging off you as well, Phil let out a soft chuckle looking at the three with adoration. A long time ago he gave up his mortality and humanity for you, after you left he had pleaded to the gods once more, he swore he would give up anything for just one more day with you by his side. They had ignored his wishes, they knew without a doubt you’d be back in his arms again, and this time he wouldn’t have to give up a single thing. 

~~~

Okay but actually I had so much fun writing this??? Maybe even a Pt. II?

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[goldengoddess]

matthias helvar boyfriend headcanons

request: Hey! Can we get Matthias Helvar as a boyfriend headcanons please?

a/n: our best boy <3 glad i could write about him !!! 

as we all know 

matthias is pretty reserved

he’s not one for pda 

at all 

but he loves your skin against his

so he’ll hold your hand under the table 

or pull you into an ally to give you a quick kiss

or make any excuse to be touching you 

“no guys seriously im really cold i need the body warmth”

he’s literally from fjerda, he’s not cold 

all the crows know this though

poor boy gets teased by your friends endlessly 

but c’mon, he makes it so easy 

he turns bright red when you compliment his hair 

or his outfit 

and its so much worse when your joke is inappropriate 

the red blush spreads down to his neck and ears

he turns crimson 

“you can’t say things like that! we are in public!”

he says as if that’ll stop you 

he’s usually very quiet but when it’s just the two of you 

he’ll talk for hours 

he loves telling you about all of the small things he did in his day

even the silly stuff

especially the silly stuff 

“this lady offered me a churro today. love, what’s a churro?”

he also listens to your long angered rants 

drawing small circles on your thigh 

you fall onto his chest as the anger slips away 

he likes humming songs to calm you down 

and you always always fall asleep to the vibrations 

on really hard days he spoils you rotten 

takes you on long walks 

and buys you waffles 

and chocolate covered strawberries

knowing they’re you’re favorite 

and foot massages, back massages, all the massages 

you’ll feel like you don’t deserve it 

and he’ll quickly cup your face 

“no. don’t say that. you’re a queen. you’re my queen.”

you make him try new things 

for example, you took him to his first party 

he stood in the corner for two hours 

before you dragged him onto the dance floor 

and placed his hands on your hips 

it was pretty dark but jesper made fun of his embarrassed face anyways

sure he’s never been to a party 

but boy does he have moves

once you get him going he won’t stop 

this man has moves for days 

and the entire group starts hyping him up 

he walks home with the biggest smile on his face that night 

and his arm wrapped around your waist 

lazy kisses!!! lazy fucking kisses!!!!!

he wakes up and kisses you 

in his low raspy morning voice 

kisses all over your face 

“you’re so gorgeous love”

he’s so great with kids 

they gravitate to him naturally 

maybe they can sense your boyfriend is a giant teddy bear 

they try to climb his legs sometimes 

you two always talk about having a family 

of course, matthias wants a big family 

“matthias, baby, five kids? really?”

his love language is totally acts of service 

so everyday you wake up with your coffee done the way you like it 

and he folds your laundry without you having to ask 

cooks when you’re sick 

professional hugger 

chastises you for cursing 

jokes about marrying you 

snow fights!!!!

obviously he takes them so seriously 

and makes a whole ass fort 

and a mountain of snowballs

and then makes you a snowman that weirdly resembles kaz 

then he brings you inside for hot coco and marshmallows 

fjerdan style 

and you wonder how you got so lucky to love matthias helvar 

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