#and when they look at you like you mean everything to them… hhhh

[ectoplasmer]

having a quiet intimate moment with your f/o, where they’re just holding your face and you’re looking into each other’s eyes, and maybe they’re resting their forehead against yours, tracing your bottom lip with their thumb while smiling gently, and they’re looking at you softly as they ask in a small and delicate voice, “what did I ever do to deserve you?”

#melts #especially when your f/o is made out to be some sort of ‘monster’ or deemed unlovable or is feared etc #just… those kinds of f/os being soft and gentle with the ones they love… sobs #and when they look at you like you mean everything to them… hhhh #they treasure you so much <3 #sigh yearning hours. again. fifth time today u_u /hj #f/o imagines #imagine your f/o #self ship #self shipping #romantic f/o #f/o community #quartzshipping

[mickyschumacher]

Hi!!! I just wanna say that I really love your writings!!! Their so good hehehe!! Can you do one a mick x wolff!reader?? Maybe one where toto sets them up cause he is tired of seeing them make heart eyes at each other and not making a move HHHH. Thank you lovie!!🤍

𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏  .ೃ࿐

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: love at times is shy and oblivious. like you and mick. but sometimes all you need is a father and a plan (with some backups!).

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 16+? (suggestive), fluff, poor humour as guaranteed, (loosely) based on the movie 'set it up', no sense of a motorhome ♡︎, mention of christian horner :(, possibly cringe, basically childhood friends to lovers trope, reader is lowkey a menace, confessions are made, toto in line for best dad award?, google translated german :0, a mess in general!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mick schumacher x wolff!fem!reader, joão felix x reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3k+

𝐀/𝐍: okay so i've been waiting for a good mick plot but nothing was coming to mind but this! this screams mick! thank you so much for your praise. hope i do them justice with this although the plot holes are there!!

𝐏.𝐒: i'm curious on how people envision themselves as wolff, horner, vettle readers, etc. if you're coloured like me, do you pretend to be adopted or from a previous relationship if it isn't specified? 😭 i mean the explanation has to be viable lmao. maybe you just don't imagine?

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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There were certain values a Wolff had. Those that were just innate.

A Wolff, more often than not, was a leader, intelligent, charismatic, good-looking, and embedded with dad jokes. Additionally, when a Wolff wanted something, they would do whatever to get it. They didn't leave any leaf unturned, they made the rounds and the effort.

It didn't make sense. You had all of those values. Yet, every time you joined the Mercedes garage, your father, Toto, found himself questioning everything.

Take now for example. He was in the beloved Mercedes garage, sat next to the best reserve driver he had ever chosen, Mick.

Parents tend to be protective of their children before they're even born. And it only amplifies after they're born. From which strangers you meet, the roads you cross, the seatbelt you have to wear to the clothes you wear, the suspiciously high phone bill and your romantic endeavours. A father's protection for his little girl was a tad bit stronger than this, special in it's own way.

Toto would do anything to protect his children, especially his little girls. And if any guy was making moves on you, right in front of him, the 'dad' side of him was just waiting to come out.

But he could only do that if someone actually made a move on you. Sure there were other guys but the one sat right next to him did nothing but shyly follow you with his blue eyes and blush in your presence.

Mick was seriously frustrating Toto and his wife. The both of them had watched the German boy watch you with heart eyes ever since the both of you had first met at the Schumacher's house for dinner. You were young back then but hell, within five minutes everyone knew that Mick was a lovesick puppy.

Years had gone by with your friendship becoming stronger. Those same years involved Mick and you being stuck to each other as if you were hip-to-hip. You attended all his races and he supported you in all your academic achievements. And oblivious to you, somewhere along the road you had also become as lovesick as he was.

Toto didn't really realise how fed up he was. He didn't want to interfere. In fact, he wanted things between the both of you to happen naturally. But he just had happen to watch the entire hour and forty-five minutes of 'Set It Up' over your shoulder instead of doing his work and he just had to do something... hell, anything.

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First things first... Toto couldn't put the both of you in an elevator. At least not yet. You knew each other while the two bosses in 'Set It Up' didn't, so it didn't make much sense. You probably would never even get to the topic of your feelings. Not without a physical icebreaker of sorts.

Toto needed someone and George Russell just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"George, my boy!" Toto chorused, beckoning the British driver towards him. He slung his arm over George's shoulder, bringing him closer to him. "Do you mind doing me a favour?"

George nodded without too much thought. "Yeah sure. What is it?"

"If you see Mick and Y/N go towards an elevator, stop them and tell Y/N that a guy asked for her number, uh, who was that footballer... ah yes, João Félix, him... he did ask her yesterday right?" Toto looked over at George.

"Uh, yeah. Before you dragged her away... listen, Toto, I'm not sure I can do what you asking me to. I thought none of us were going to mess with whatever's going on between them?"

"You're young, George. One day you'll realise what 'desperate times calls for desperate measures' means. So..." Toto trailed off, eagerly looking for an answer before spotting the hesitant expression on the British driver's face. "Can I pay you do the favour?"

George blankly looked at his boss. "I'm on your payroll, Toto. You already pay me. That also sounds like extortion and bribery."

Toto's eye twitched as an exasperated sigh fell from his lips. He stared at George heavily before giving in. "Fine. You'll be out before Lewis for this week's quali."

The corner of George's mouth teetered up, working to a small grin. "Extortion and bribery... it sounds cool," He said with a nonchalant shrug.

Toto shook his head to himself. "You can try and be less British, George. Just because your ancestors colonised doesn't mean you need to take the same behaviour," He patted his shoulder before leaving, feeling George's confused expression bore into the back of his head.

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Toto was a great man. But today was one of those days where George really did question him. Part of him was praying that he didn't see you and Mick head to an elevator. The scenario was so specific that well... the probability was low.

There was no way he was going to see it happen. Not even 30 minutes after he had this conversation and he had just grabbed a coffee and was now heading to Alex...

But the peak of that blonde hair and the familiar shine of your signature glasses caught George's eye. Christ.

"How is that possible?" He muttered to himself, eyeing the both of you as you waited for the elevator to go up the Mercedes' motorhome.

First in quali. Come on, George. You got this!

"Hey guys," George greeted the both of you.

You and Mick turned to him and smiled. "Hey George. How's it going? Ready for practice?"

George nodded absentmindedly. "Yeah, yeah. Good, thanks. Uh, I was just wondering about yesterday... João? Since Toto dragged you away before you could do anything but he was just wondering if you would still consider giving him your number."

George pressed his lips, seeing Mick's eyes narrow from his peripheral vision. God how had the both of you not gotten together yet?

"I didn't know João asked you that?" Mick looked at you with questioning eyes.

You blinked, feeling your heart skip a beat slightly. You weren't sure why Mick's interest was to intriguing to you all of a sudden. You pursed your lips, looking to George. "Oh? I didn't know you knew João like that."

"I... don't. It's... Kika! Kika knows him... you know... Portugal things," He laughed awkwardly, giving a helpless shrug.

"Right..." You nodded slowly. "Uh, I don't know. I mean was considering it, I guess."

"You were?" George and Mick spluttered out in unison.

Your eyes widened at their reaction. "I mean, yeah... kinda?" You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly.

George could see the German driver's head racing a hundred miles per hour. It was time to get out of this mess.

"Okay, well, if you consider it, you could probably DM him on Instagram. Don't ask Kika!" George quickly said. "I mean... you know, she gets very excited to play cupid... anyways, I have to get back to Dudley, but let me know how it goes!"

You and Mick waved goodbye, heading onto the elevator after what felt like forever.

As the doors closed, you looked over at your thought-consumed best friend. "Penny for your thoughts, Mr Schumacher?" You humoured.

Mick briefly smiled before returning to his brooding state. He folded his arms, leaned on the wall of the elevator and stared at you.

Your mouth felt dry and yet you were drowning in your own saliva. There were certain things that weren't healthy for humans: too much sugar, high cholesterol foods, and apparently air-drying your hair. And then there was too much Mick.

The folded arms and his stupid shirt brought your eyes to the muscles you had so desperately been avoiding after Mick had started to work out even more in the past year.

You cleared your throat, trying to think of another topic of discussion.

In your pondering, Mick opened his mouth. "I don't think you should give João your number," He said, bringing his hands to his side, discreetly allowing the fabric of his shorts to soak up his clammy hands.

Your eyes flickered towards his face. You raised brow. "What? Why?" You asked, feeling an uneasy ache gnaw at your chest.

"I..." Mick started, "I mean what if he's a bad guy? You know... I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

Your heart dropped. You felt like an deflating balloon: all blown up, only to be taken down. You mustered a soft smile. "I mean, you can't protect me forever Mick. What are you going to do? Vet the guy on the day of my wedding," You joked.

Mick frowned at your response. The image of you marrying someone that wasn't him was disheartening.

"I won't need to if you get married to someone you know," He shrugged. "You don't know João. You know me."

Oh?

Oh.

You almost did a double-take on your best friend. Did he know what words were falling from his lips. "So what? He's kinda cute. And a five-star FIFA player. I could take the risk. And eventually, I would know him... since that's how relationships work... communication and all," You defended the footballer.

Mick stared at you for a few seconds before blinking out of his short trance. "Right..." He said sharply, pushing himself off of the wall as the elevator opened. He struck out his arm, holding back the door. "You go on. I just remembered I need to talk to Toto."

You flickered your eyes to Mick, trying to read his face. "That's fine, we can go togeth–"

"No," Mick interjected, "it's... it's okay."

Upon the slight widening of your eyes and the startled expression lingering on your face, Mick's innate action was to internally wince. "I'll join you soon. Don't worry. I bring your favourite pastry on the way back, hmm?"

You nodded silently, taking a step out of the elevator and headed towards the lounge with a troubled feeling nagging at your head.

Had you struck a nerve?

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Toto couldn't tell what he had done wrong. You and Mick were fine this morning. But after he had told George to push things along between the both of you, a sense of distance radiated off of you.

And George still got out before Lewis for the first quali. Goddamn it.

When Toto raised an eyebrow at you after Mick had slightly brushed you off to talk to Bono, you simply shrugged helplessly.

That night Toto did not get a wink of sleep. Instead, he stared at this hotel ceiling with a twitching eye.

There was nothing he couldn't fix. Whatever was going on between you and Mick right now was just a small bump in the road.

The solution?

A baseball game.

Unfortunately for Toto, baseball wasn't that popular in Brazil. But that didn't mean they didn't do them.

The plan was going perfectly. Toto had offered a 'family day' and gotten you and Mick to join him and Susie to attend a local baseball match between some of university teams. Toto made sure you and Mick were sitting behind him so you had all the privacy you needed. As a dad, he shouldn't be that happy about kiss-cam, let alone bribing the camera operators with the help of Pierre and Kika. But he wanted peace and he was going to get it.

But nothing was easy in life. And Toto could not have predicted this in a million years.

As everyone waited for the game to start, Toto timidly turned his head. He caught the brown eyes of the five-star FIFA player. Giving him a hesitant smile, he averted his own eyes back to the field, cursing himself under his breath. "Scheiße," He muttered through his clenched teeth. Shit.

The tension in the air was thick, to say the least. You sat between João and Mick with blank expression.

João, who was in town for the F1 race, decided to stay back to support a friend in the match. Obviously.

When the footballer on your right extended his hand to Mick, you sucked in a sharp breath. You heavily eyed the firmest handshake you had seen in your life. Letting out a nervous laugh, you sat down before the gesture turned into hardcore glaring.

Still, there was the hope of this kiss-cam.

Toto waited with little patience, hearing João crack jokes in Portuguese that actually made you laugh while Mick took deeper breaths.

It felt like life itself had been poured into Toto once the kiss-cam started on the public. This mattered to him more than whoever was going to win this match.

Toto's face dropped as the camera fell on you.

Your mother pointed at the camera with a gleeful exclamation. Your eyes moved to the screen, widening when you saw yourself and the man next to you.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Toto exasperated quietly.

You turned your head to the right, meeting the equally shocked brown eyes.

"In what way does he look like 'a blonde boy with the face of the greatest racer in F1 history'?" Toto said into his hands, shaking his head slowly.

Mick looked blankly at you and João on the screen before turning to you. He watched you shake your head softly, smiling awkwardly at the camera as the crowd urged you to kiss.

"Oh mein Gott," You murmured to yourself, eyes darting around in panic. Oh my God.

Suddenly, you felt Mick lean in, his fingers sliding under your chin and resting on your cheek. He turned your head slightly towards him.

Your eyes widened upon meeting his baby blues, feeling unnerving giddiness swarm you. You hoped your face screamed, "What are you doing?!"

All Mick did give a small smile, bringing his lips towards you.

Instinctively, your eyes closed, bracing yourself whatever was about to happen. All you could hope for was that this was all a dream of some sort. Maybe you fell asleep in the car?

You skin flushed at the feel of Mick's soft lips on your cheek. Your eyes fluttered open, feeling him linger for a second longer before pulling back.

What on earth?

You weren't sure if you were breathing as you felt his hand move to your leg, covering your hand and giving it a small squeeze. You moved your eyes to the screen. Mick looked unbothered while the crowd erupted in cheers and boos. You, on the other hand, looked flushed.

And Toto?

The urge to run around with his hands flailing in the air was strong.

This was a home run, for crying out loud!

Whoever said jealousy was a disease... thank you!

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"Liebling, du solltest jetzt rauskommen," Your mother said to you through the bathroom stall you had been hiding in for the past five minutes. Darling, you should come out now.

You winced as you banged your head against the wall of the stall. You sighed. "I don't think I can. Do you think you can convince the staff the bring a bed? Maybe some food?"

Your mother snorted. "What are you going to do? Live here?"

"Ja. War das nicht offensichtlich?" You retorted, eyes screwing themselves shut after replaying the kiss in your head for the umpteenth time. Yes. Was that not obvious?

Susie sighed, awkwardly smiling at a woman leaving the bathroom. "Y/N... it's Mick. You can't ignore him forever. How long do you think it will truly take for Mick and your father to storm in here after not seeing you for so long?"

You sighed at your mother's response. She was. As always.

The last thing you needed was a headline on ESPN: Toto Wolff and Mick Schumacher caught barging into a women's bathroom.

Christian would have a field day!

You shuddered at the thought.

Susie's ears perked up at your grumble as you fumbled with the lock of the stall. She sported an amused smile at the blank look you gave her.

Slinging an arm around you, she rubbed your shoulder. "Come on, liebling. You got this."

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"Oh thank God!" Toto exclaimed after seeing you and your mother come out of the bathroom. "You took forever!"

You narrowed your eyes at your father, avoiding the lingering eyes of a certain German boy. "Maybe next time you shouldn't feed me a hotdog at a baseball game, right?" You pressed with a raised brow.

"Hmm?" Toto mended his brows before nodding profusely. "Right! Right! Yes... that was my bad. Poor thing... you know, Mick, with Y/N being sick and all, I think you should drop her to the hotel. Me and Susie still have a date to go on!"

You and your mother looked at Toto increduolously.

"We do?"

"You do?"

Toto nodded, grabbing your mother's hand. "Yes! Okay, see you two! Tschüss!" Bye!

With a jaw-dropping expression, you watched your parents leave with a twitching eye.

You heard Mick clear his throat.

Slowly, you turned around with a small smile. Fiddling with your fingers, "So..."

Mick rubbed the back of his neck nervously, a small tinge of pink dancing across his cheeks. "The hotel?" He asked, swinging his keys around the his index finger.

Silently, you both walked out of the stadium and towards the car park.

You furrowed your brows upon seeing the orange and pink laden sky. "What the heck? How is the sun already setting?"

"I mean... you were in there for a long time," Mick shrugged.

The crisp summer evening breeze glided past your flushed skin. Your body winced at the paining silence ensuing between the both of you. You let out a small exhale. "Uh, with the thing before–"

"Yeah?" Mick eagerly turned his body towards you, on edge.

You cleared your throat at the anxious expression Mick sported. "You sighed. "Uh, that was to like... save me, right? Aus Verlegenheit? Danke für das." From embarrassment? Thank you for that.

Mick mended his eyebrows. "Verlegenheit? No. I... that was so you didn't kiss João."

You laughed nervously. "Right! So I didn't have to kiss João."

"No. So you didn't kiss João. There's a difference," Mick pointed out, eyeing your expression carefully.

Your eyes widened at his suddenly soft gaze. You looked up at the sky, hoping the breeze would cool the wave of warmth swirling around you. "That's... that's what I said," You shrugged.

Mick stepped in front of you, forcing you to look at him instead of the sky. "Why do you do that?" Mick asked.

"Do what?" You responded.

"I mean... I–just why do you have such a hard time admitting that I like you?"

You wish you had something to say. Anything. But it was as if the ability to speak had been seized from your throat entirely.

"I mean I know I don't make it obvious. I just thought we had some sort of understanding... you know... the one without words?"

You looked up into his hopeful eyes. Entranced, you leaned in towards him. Your fingers danced across his cheek just the way he had done not so long ago. You watched his eyes close at the feel of your touch, making your heart thud against your chest.

Inching closer, your thumb gently swiped over his lips, feeling his faltering exhale warm the pad of your thumb. "So pretty," You whispered to yourself, eyeing his face.

Mick wasn't sure whether you were talking about him or his lips but he didn't care.

You shuddered, feeling Mick's hand slide around your waist, bringing you closer to him.

Without waiting a second longer, you pressed your lips to his.

Mick's lips were softer than you had imagined, warm to the touch. Your stomach churned upon feeling his fingers skate under the hem of your shirt, rubbing tingling circles on your hot skin.

You hear an unrecognisable breathy gasp fall from your lips. The hair on your body stood straight as goosebumps littered your skin. All because of Mick.

Mick took advantage of the moment, darting his tongue to explore your mouth. He groaned against your lips, pushing your hips even closer to him, feeling the hard outline of his bulge rub against your pelvis.

Fuck.

You were going to combust at this rate.

Mick trembled in your grasp as your hands wandered his taut torso, lingering closely to his v-line.

He pulled away with an indescribable urgency, staring at you with small pants falling from his lips. He held your face with his hand, thumb gliding across your swollen lips. "We can't–" He sighed out, voice hoarse, "No more. Please."

Your thighs clenched at his plea, eyes falling down to his prominent bulge. You were sure he was in a lot of pain right now. The sexual tension between you to had been pent up for years now.

Your tongue darted out, swiping over his thumb briefly before faintly sucking on it. You looked up at Mick. "You're right, we shouldn't," You nonchalantly told him.

Mick's blue eyes danced with a tortured pain, following your tongue carefully. "We... fuck, Y/N," He complained, feeling impossibly tight in his pants.

"We fuck? Direct much?" You teased, removing your lips from his thumb.

Mick stared at you, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. "I was saying... we should do this properly. Not in some parking lot."

"Why not? Car sex is hot. Just imagine!" You urged, amused by the conflict in Mick's eyes.

Imagine he did.

You and him in his God forbidden Mercedes... him making sure every inch of his car was stained with you...

Mick sucked in a sharp breath. "Nope. Come on. Hotel."

You gasped humorously. "In a hotel? Mick Schumacher! Well I never!"

Before you knew it, Mick had whisked you into his arms and into his car, hoping he was not breaking Brazil's speed limits tonight.

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

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[m1d-45]

Literally a lurker on your blog since ur early days but too shy to slide into ur ask box, hiii!!! I keep seeing cryo anon and teddy anon's brainrots and asks,,,, and like, regarding post impostor AU hehe

imagine after the hunt when your fave character/vessel begs you for forgiveness the most, practically turning their voice hoarse from their pleas to share just a bit of your mercy....

(you never showed your face to them, even when they were your most favored. how selfish of them, wanting more than they could ever deserve. but they can't help it. if you wanted them to die a thousand times over to repent, they would. just please, look at them again.)

post imposter au always tickles an itch in my brain I've never known existed. angry creator? boiling hot rage creator for their acolytes killing them when they've shown nothing but love and kindness for this world?? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP LORD

I wanna see guilt. And I mean GUILT. it's probably cause I'm petty asf and if I would be killed over and over and over again only for them to realize I'm not the fake I would literally lock myself up in whatever tower they built for me and never talk again. Creator's trust? Shattered, irreparable. Followers? Wallowing in the despair.

Thank u and goodbye heh. If it's not too much, can I be called Marcotte anon? Hehe fontaine reference hhhh,, anyways have a good day ily and ur fics <3

post-hunt can be incredibly good, entirely agree

the love you felt for the world is so strong already, and it only grows as you finally get to teyvat. being here, feeling the elemental energy, feeling the world greet you as you return after your rest.. what hate is more powerful than a love turned rotten?

you hid behind your veil, uncertain if you’re protecting yourself or them. it hurts to see their eyes tearing up as they plead, but what else are you to do? your hands shake when they draw close, and you can’t erase your own memory.

(you’d know. you asked nahida about it, but she’d only shaken her head. all she could do was clear the memories of teyvat, but not yours. it hurt, but was probably for the best.)

(despite it being a failure, that day was the calmest you’d felt in weeks. she was easy to talk to, and made lovely tea. perhaps you should visit again, if only to take a break from… everything.)

your solitude is comfortable, most of the time. a few of the hunters are a bit too comfortable with their sin, and are the ones tasked with bringing you food and other necessities. it’s not much better, though, since you can still see the guilt sinking in their eyes.

it’s a lose-lose all around. you want to see them, you want to see the world, but every leaf and branch is stained with the memories of the past, what used to be your favorite retreat now something else to hide from.

part of you is angry. furious at how easily they were tricked. it’s hard to stay mad at those you love, though, so you end up sitting in your window and watching the wind blow safely behind glass. your tea is from inazuma, this time, the faint edge of bitterness keeping you from sinking too far into much of anything.

leaves dance in the breeze. you won’t be seen again until they’ve long turned brown.

#i am. so sorry i meant to post this like three days ago fuck- #i’m normal and have normal working memory i swear #m1d : [chats] #marcotte anon #fontaine :] #also i’ll #m1d : [sweethearts] #sorry if this isn’t what you wanted i just be sayin words #hmm i was gonna say i’m gonna write for fontaine again but i think that would be too repetitive— #(i have made over 80 formal posts. of course i’m gonna be slightly repetitive) #two cakes it’s two cakes it’s TWO CAKES #as a reader it’s ‘i want thirteen exactly like this’ but as an author it’s ‘this was vaguely similar to something i posted a year ago :(‘ #not technically a year but WHATEVRR #anyway anyway anyway um. freminet <3 #he’s got that flavor #god he just like me fr #i will build him or so help me god #i will be PRODUCTIVE TODAY i will be PRODUCTIVE TODAY i WILL i WILL

[crematedcow]

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they’re in love?

hi there! thanks for the ask. imagining the ROs crushing is so hhhh they are so cutie patooties

Chulainn: first step is denial. it was already hard enough for them to tolerate you, so why does their heart suddenly skip faster when they are around you?? it doesn't even make sense, i mean sure, they can be at ease around you and don't necessairly feel judged- but like? what is wrong with them??? they would try to distance themselves from you, even though that is rather difficult given your situation, just to figure out those weird and nonsensical emotions around you. would they be meaner around you than usual? to be honest, one would expect that yes, but actually nope. sure, chulainn blames you for their feelings, but since they are crushing on your, they couldn't even imagine to be even more rude towards you. they try to hide it the best they can, and are actually pretty good at it, but eventually those bottled in feelings will come out and... it will be messy

Lys: they would catch themselves looking at you longer than usual and without their own knowledge, would give pretty subtle hints that they crush on you. again, without lys knowing. suddenly they hold longer eye contact with you, they seek out just the caress of your touch and actually are a lot more... forgiving to you? while they would normally nitpick everything you do, they just kind of stopped? or they just don't seem to pay attention to that anymore. it would take them some time or maybe a third party to realize their change in behavior and it would honestly shock them. but yeah, they would change their behavior around you without even noticing themselves. if you notice it, that's an entirely different story :)

Holly: she in her crushing state is just very adorable imo. they would seek you out a lot more and just hype you up in every possible way. would they confess? no. hell, she would barely understand that she is CRUSHING on you. all she knows is that she wants you to be as happy as can be and will do her best to achieve that. an absolute puppy around you and unironically, i think she would even get those damn love surges 💀 but since that is cringe, i can definetly see her get zoomies in her cat form! like, you thanked holly for bringing her some campfire sticks? ZOOM. and people would definetly notice her crush and mention it to her, to which she might first be bashful about it but in hindsight? she really enjoys the feelings she has around you and would be a lot more truly happy when you are nearby.

Elli: it doesn't matter if you crush on him or he crushes on you. he will be a mess. you? they crush on YOU? elli would actually be ashamed of themselves and feel guilty about it, because what the hell can bring to the table that even validates his feelings? he will have an awful pessimistic outlook on his crush on you, basically giving up on it ever becoming more than a crush from the day he noticed he really liked you. and unlike chulainn? he would definetely be rude about it, trying to distance himself from you for your own good by giving you the cold shoulder. it's an awkward scenario, since he started on a bad note with you, then it got better and now suddenly it got bad again. is it noticeable? yes. would people - or you - think it is because he is crushing on you? probably not. this man is drama even if he means to avoid it

Irydion: i don't think anyone would really notice, unless they are a mindreader or anything. because irydion would be pretty chill about it, to be honest. she would be aware of her crush on you, but not really change much despite that. sure, she sees herself smile more and stuff, but she kind of liked you already from the beginning and now even more so, what else could she really do? her heart beats faster and she even is open to skip a night watch to spend it with you, however she handles it, suprisingly, pretty maturely. or more like she has actually no idea how to act with you besides how she already acted lol just how she doesn't notice someone crushing on her, people wouldn't notice it from her either. BUT irydion does get a bit more protective of you and wants to make sure you are safe at all times... maybe a bit more than she already did

Junius: see, this is where it gets a bit tricky. he has been pretty flirty with you already and kind of everyone around, and he even would indulge you for his own amusement should you be the one crushing, but if the roles are reversed? junius gets a bit... conflicted. he has been trying to be more cautious about commitment, so when it hits HIM like that? he will smile about it but kind of panic on the inside. and junius would even actively STOP flirting with you all together, just to kind of hope that perhaps his feelings will stop because surely his emotions rose just from a moment of weakness. i mean, that can totally happen... probably. he hopes that it's just that. but, depending on how long his crush continues, he might actually give in eventually and be like, you know what, maybe this could be real and work out, and pursues you more directly. will he flirt again? absolutely! oh, so he seems back to normal? well... suddenly you seem to be the only one he has eyes for

AAAAAA they are all so scrumptious, i want to write some romance/crush scenes already tbh BUT i am not that far yet. however that's why i like these kinda asks, they warm me up for whats to come :))

#interactive fiction #twine wip #twine if #oapaic #of a patron and its chains #you can tell who will be angst #it is kind of all of them lol

[melonteee]

I noticed a pattern with the characters that were cut and wondering how you feel about it. Django, Gin, and Hachi were all decent guys choosing to follow and act on the orders of monsters. They al either get redeemed and/or end up acting heroically through the series.

Hhhh I noticed this live action ham FISTED the concept of good and bad to an insane degree, from the first ep at least that's what I noticed. When of course, one of the main points of One Piece is the concept of 'good and bad' is by no means black and white, 'good and bad' are things that twist and change in One Piece's world, and being a 'bad guy' in a comical sense is something One Piece looks at in a morally grey way most of the time.

For example, the Strawhats, by all means, are not super good people. Luffy, Nami, Sanji and Zoro are all incredibly morally grey characters, even Usopp falls into this zone due to his cheap strategies to stay alive at times lmao. But this live action insisted on stripping them of their flaws to make them the comical 'good guys' of the series, they made Zoro a PIRATE HUNTER (which he even calls HIMSELF) for some weird sense of justice instead of because he just wanted to eat. Luffy even has a line where he says "If there are good and bad pirates, then there are good and bad marines."

Like, what the hell are you talking about Luffy?

Not only is he essentially saying "there are good cops," he's dumbing down to US that "WE are good pirates" which ?? Takes away OUR interpretation of who the Strawhats are to US! Luffy, by all means, does everything he does for selfish means - he just happens to like people. Luffy would never call himself and his crew good pirates, he doesn't believe in the concept of 'good pirates', he just believes pirates are pirates and shitty people are shitty people. Hell he teams up with Eustass Kidd, known citizen hurter, and calls him his friend. Luffy even says he doesn't want to be a hero and to not call him one.

It has been incredibly westernised and easy to digest in terms of the good and the bad, because by all means Luffy is indeed a terrorist in the original, but god forbid we have a morally grey character who acts due to selfish means I suppose? Lmao.

Anyways what I'm saying is, this show seems to not want to redeem a character like Gin, because by all means Gin was NASTY, since we need to remember there are GOOD and BAD pirates. It's a moral dilemma and realism Netflix did not want to face to me, and became a very two dimensional way of looking at the corruptness in one piece's world lol

#ask

[commander-wame]

expaaaansion update thoughts ( SotO spoilers) in no particular order

peitha ily forever

i wish there was more character building/connection. i don't mind taking commander/wayfinder away from their regular group and putting them in a new and unfamiliar dynamic, but seeing as zojja was a big selling point for the expansion n now she's just memory wiped and barely even present in the bagground.... ***eh***. :(

nayos is a very cool and pretty place. i like the events! exploration is neat as well. i really don't mind using story to help explore, even if the events-meter thingy is grindy at times.

that said ^ i am however worried that this Otherworldly Realm of Dreams that could Impact Tyria so much will just be confined to one map. and then... that's it. i mean i was really looking forward to more Cantha but instead we just ,, don't explore those implied plotlines or areas? the story feels pretty rushed :c

i miss tyria. i love tyria. i REALLLLY love tyria, tyria is so cool and diverse and grand with so much to see and so many stories to explore. nayos is cool but man do i love tyria. i want to know how everything is effecting tyria, IF anything is affecting tyria orz. the dragons arent/werent the only thing going down in tyria!!! theres so much there!!

but also getting whisked away to another dimension and not knowing What Else Is Up is also pretty cool. (but man. i LOVE tyria)

i DO like commander/wayfinder back in the role of sidekick/attack dog. i loved it with trahearne and i love it with peitha.

frustrated huff. im pretty satisfied with this expansion so far but also im not used to settling for 'pretty satisfied' when it comes to gw2, personally. i know they can't continue the way they used to, with long expansions and content-filled living world eps. but even if the living world ep was small, they usually still managed to pack a LOT of stakes into them!! i really hope they round the story off well, but with there being another expansion in the works already... hhhh...

i really wish we spent more time discussing and exploring the fractals introduced in the beginning of the expansion.

actually, i think what i really miss is taimi (or anyone) sending us on our way to collect every bit of data possible in every corner of a new map, with fun dialogue to accompany it.

i miss the characters we got to know in the first bit of the expansion. man first i dont get to see the guild, then i dont get to see zojja, now ive only goth Peitha and Galrath. i love you Peitha and Galrath 💕. but where's our buddies :( yeah i know they explained. but. hrmrmff.

like idk i was really expecting we'd get to spend more time with zojja at least, even when memory wiped. you're telling me being stuck with your old friend/coworker in a mysterious demon dream dimension while your old friend/coworker remembers nothing about the bond you two had except that you two had it at all doesnt sound like grounds for amazing dialogue?? cmon!!!!!!

i think thats all for now ! thanku for reading my wall of text (i didnt mean to dwell on negatives sm bc theres still quite a lot i really like!! but i just. know what gw2 can be at its best. and if gw2's best can't happen anymore then im still really happy ive got the best to replay whenever i want)

#honeydew talks #soto spoilers

[cardi-c]

Favorite headcanon for every ghoul! Go!

Oh boy!! I’m not a writer by any means and i’m not that creative i just daydream about the ghouls for my own comfort hhh but I tried to think of some things (I'm a bit embarrassed about it so under the cut dkjsasa)

Aether: so in my imagination, the ghouls have a more demonic form when they take off their masks/helmets. Aeth is a bit insecure about his form because he’s very big and has been told he looks scary. So he often makes himself smaller to appear less intimidating and talks with a softer voice. He just wants the siblings of sin to know that he's no threat :(

Dew: I imagine dew to have a poetic side. He writes poems in his diary that he hides under his bed. He’s somehow very embarrassed about them. Aether once found it while cleaning up and he had to swear to not tell the others about it. Edit, adding this because i just talked about it: even though the writing is embarrassing for him it's sometimes much easier than talking! He has trouble voicing his emotions, i imagine he would actually like to be able to simply project his thoughts into people hhhh like he once tried with intense staring to telepathically tell his fellow ghouls he loves them

Rain: I visualize Rain’s demonic form somehow how very amphibian. I wrote this down somewhere I can see his eyes blinking sideways like here x. I also think he gets overwhelmed easily and likes to submerge himself underwater when everything gets too much.

Mountain: I think a common thought to imagine mountain as a stoic person? I agree but id like to think he has a very deadpan sense of humor? He loves fucking with people and when they can't tell whether he's serious or not. He also moves almost silently, sometimes he just likes to sneak up on unsuspecting siblings just to stare at them ominously.

Swiss: Swiss is well flirty but he just genuinely loves complimenting people. He WILL notice the tiniest things and he WILL tell you did a great job! On the other hand if you compliment him on something other than his appearance (He knows he's hot!) like his musical skills he will blush and be bashful.

Phantom: When Phantom was summoned he almost imprinted on dew kjsadj he followed him around like a lost puppy (Dew acted like he hated it but was secretly pleased). At first, Phantom tried to copy Dew’s moves, he felt very awkward about it and was very hard on himself after every show. But then he realized that the fans loved him being himself and now he's super comfortable on stage, in fact he's the ghoul that’s most excited for the rituals, he's practically vibrating before every show. (I had a very vivid daydream about this)

Cumulus: I think Cumulus just absolutely adores humans. She gets suuuper excited about human traditions and habits. Sometimes she leaves packaged snacks lying in front of the door of siblings. You know like cats bring us mice they caught because they think were dummies who can't hunt for themselves djkasjdas. Other than that I think you can't get a hug that doesn’t last at least 30 seconds from her damn I want a cumulus hug

Cirrus: Cirrus has a lot of craftbased hobbies. I imagine her to have her own little room for everything she creates. She likes making little metal trinkets and gifts them to the other ghouls to decorate their horns and tails with. She has made special friendship bracelets for the ghoulettes!

Sunshine: In my head sunny is like a huuuge nerd and she gets very invested in human popculture. Sometimes she speaks in movie quotes. She also loves boardgames and forces the other ghouls to join in. As soon as they play shes ruthless tho djsajdas Her and Dew have butted heads over monopoly and didn’t talk for a day afterwards

Aurora: I think we have agreed that aurora is a princess. I think she loves twirling and dancing around in huge flowy dresses and because of that, I think she likes dressing up? Like maybe historically accurate costumes or something like cosplay (I think sunny would recommend her characters and would fall in love with her even more)

#hhhhhhhhh i m somehow anxious about posting this #but thank you for the ask!! #this was the distraction i needed for this frankly shitty day <333

[bellafragolina]

A bittersweet self-aware prompt that can involve any character of your choosing:

The three times the character was introduced to the player.

1) When the player first started the game and was just learning the ropes.

2) When the player came back to re-play the game and wanted to experience everything the game had to offer.

3) When the player was showing their child how to play the game and helping them get through the hard parts.

If that’s too sad, you can switch it up and say younger relative/friend.

Feel free to go as in-depth or simple as you like, and pick whichever character - or characters if you’re feeling bold - you want.

Enjoy!

ooh!! Any character I want?? Hhhh that’s a tricky game to play cause you know who I wanna choose

🍓🍓🍓

The sky faller is strange. Understandable, since the world they came from is no doubt considerably different. Professor Laventon keeps notes on it all, eager to help the poor thing adjust, everything from mentions of food to phrases and actions they often do and their meanings. This world is not kind to strangers, to things dubbed different, so Laventon works hard to be a comforting presence.

But even still, the faller is. . . strange. As time passes, Laventon starts to notice more of their little habits. Their words are very limited, hardly ever speaking their wants, instead rushing around towards things they shouldn’t be able to see, to know about. They’re scarily astute, well aware of what is nearby, be it item or Pokémon.

And the Pokémon. . . Even the Pokémon are strange. They act as normal, but without any sort of command from the faller. They strike, deafening moves of devastating power, without so much of an indication from the trainer. They point, swipe their hand, and the Pokémon somehow knows what to do. Laventon watches them battle endlessly, yet can’t seem to gleam what it is that’s instructing the Pokémon to do different moves.

He’s worried. These things could cause strife in the village if not properly explained or proved harmless. It’s terrible that he has to even study the faller, a small child that’s acting as they always have, but they’re different. And to Laventon’s disdain, different is treated as bad here. So he works hard.

And in his determination, he looks up to the sky that birthed his honorary charge, and sees. . . not Sinnoh. No, it’s not a Pokémon that lingers in the sparkling waves of the spacetime rip. Instead, it’s a face, human.

A smiling face. And with it, a warm voice. The voice, soft and murmuring, guides the faller. The voice shows them the way, points out the various things a normal person cannot see, and conducts the Pokémon to be victorious. They puzzle through mysteries that surround the land, the Pokémon, and bring the bare bones PokéDex to new heights.

And in their sweet voice, they always pour plenty of praise onto Laventon himself, flustering the professor to no end.

Laventon finds himself staring at the sky far more often. Whoever it is up there, watching over the faller. . . He’s entranced. Who is this person? How are they there, gazing upon Hisui?

Whoever they are, Laventon easily becomes smitten. He watches them guide the faller with nothing but patience and encouragement. As things grow to a close, the dex on the verge of being completed, Laventon starts to contemplate opening up to this person watching over them. He has so much to ask, to say, to thank them for.

Perhaps after the last noble is calmed-

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When Laventon wakes up, he feels. . . strange. He rushes wanders Jubilife, drawn to the little beach, just in time to see a figure float down from the sky. He marvels the faller, his darling Pokémon quickly rushing over to them with eager chirps and cries.

Laventon starts to follow, then pauses. He gazes up to the sky, the rift, and. . . there's a face. A face of determination.

Ah. Yes. He remembers now! But. . . why is this all happening again?

Laventon watches carefully. The faller is the same as before, but even more efficient. They catch Pokémon with ease, and their guardian murmurs aloud about evolution and dex entries.

It's hard not to feel flattered when such a grand being takes such interest in his work, such delight in his entries. Laventon makes sure to tell the faller his thanks and gratitude often, knowing it travels up to their guardian, given the smile they always wear.

And it's hard not to fall for such a proud, delighted smile.

Laventon works hard, as hard as the faller. He strives to get approval from the guardian above, perhaps saving this world from another repeat of events, perhaps gaining their favor towards him as well. They already help so many people. All the villagers, the clans, even Kamado despite their sullenness towards the captain.

Laventon understands, and even comes to share some of their sullenness when the faller is banished. No amount of pleading can stop it, and Laventon grows so upset, seeing the face in the sky grow shadowed and disappointed.

He can't stand to see them disappointed.

But it works out! The might Sinnohs are quelled, and things return to normal. The dex becomes the sole concern once again, and despite the betrayal of Volo along the way, the faller and their guardian work hard together. Laventon cheers them on every step of the way, so excited to see things finally coming to completion.

It feels like things are as they should be. Laventon guides the faller like you do, the best he can. It feels like he's gained a child of his own, somehow, with how he frets and worries for them when their not around. He sees the guardian in the sky do similar, whenever the faller is struck, so perhaps they feel like a parent as well?

Perhaps he and them are parents together, to the faller? It's a nice thought to have, one where he has a little family, a life of accomplishment and comfort and love and affection.

And when all is done, the dex sitting completed in his hands, Laventon has to look up towards the sky, and-

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Laventon wakes up, and knows things are wrong. He knows where he is, when he is, but it feels. . . different. He eases himself into the village, and feels like years have passed, despite being back at the start once more. So he rushes towards the beach, towards the faller still sinking down down down.

Reluctantly, he gazes towards the sky.

There the guardian is, just as beautiful as he can remember. And in their lap sits a small child, one with their eyes.

Laventon stops looking at the sky, and focuses on the faller before him.

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i did my best! i hope this is good!

~Renee

#professor laventon x reader #laventon x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader

[asmoteeth]

What makes Spec Ops: The Line so interesting Asmo? Have you develop an interest towards the gameplay perhaps?

Crissy you always come with the best asks ever HHHH this is perfect wording!!! Heavy warning for war common violence and heavy topics

What makes Spec Ops: The Line special?

Spec Ops: The Line is a shooter type game about a three-person group of soldiers: Lugo, Adams and Captain Walker! The three of them have been tasked with a recon mission to a Dubai that is currently experiencing devastating sandstorms with no precedents at all; basically they have to go in, look if there's survivors, and if there is they have to send a signal so that rescue teams come and take them. However, they discover that a squadron of american soldiers are being held hostages by some armed rebels in the city, and so they go more and more deep into the city to investigate

What makes this game so different is the story and how the game portrays war: see, most shooter games like CoD treat war as a white and black concept, there's bad guys and there's us, the good guys, who kill the bad guys and get rewarded by it. Spec Ops: The Line instead fleshes out our enemies (for example if you shoot an enemy you can heard his name being called out by his teammates sometimes, and sometimes you can hear them talking about their values, homeland and what they do to keep calm in the devastating land they're in, because at the end of the day they're survivors of a catastrophe)

The game makes you wonder at the end of each mission if you did the right thing, if killing all these enemies, who are the people you should be rescuing, is the right decision: that's another thing, the game makes your decisions not matter, whatever you do, the only way to prevent all the horrors of this warzone was to just turn back and do your original mission, which is not possible, because the player wants to keep going, the same way the main character (Walker) wanted to be a hero and rescue the people himself and stop whoever is behind this.

Spec Ops: The Line doesn't let you feel good for shooting a bunch of people you don't even know, it's not a story about honor nor a happy one, because it's war.

Spoilers down below!!!

For example there's a part in the game where you're confronted to an army of soldiers, the only way to keep going forward is to grab white phosphorus and burn them in a inhumane but at the same time only way to keep moving forward and "save" the people of Dubai

You do that. And when you get across the map, you can see the horror you have made, soldiers are crying out to you for help because they're agonizing, and once you get over that, you discover that a bunch of civilians died in the crossfire, including woman, men and children.

Spoiler warning end !!!

What does this mean?

You only make things worse for Dubai and it's people, why? Because you wanted to be a hero and feel honor by killing for your government, which is one of the few messages leaves in the loading screens

Killing for yourself is murder, killing for your government is heroic, killing for entertainment is harmless.

It also emphasizes on the amount of war crimes you commit just because you think war is just shooting everything that moves

The US military does not condone the killing of unarmed combatants. But this isn't real, so why should you care?

Spec Ops: The Line is special because it shows the real and crude side of modern war that does not include being a honorary soldier full of valor and heroism, but having to live with the consequences of what you thought was necessary to win and taking them into the grave with you (PTSD is a heavily implied thing in this game)

#spec ops the line #spec ops #sotl #shooter game #asmo.txt #asmo asks

[lostandfem]

hhhh i feel like we agree on so much i just. im “TIF” ig, more specifically FTMTFTMTFT?? and w confirmed prenatal androgenization + dissociative disorder linked to onset of puberty. i have literally tried everything i even did IV ketamine treatments, electroshock therapy. testosterone is the only thing that made me feel like i wasn’t. playing the sims. trying to live from the inside out. idk how to even explain it. if u have dysphoria ykwim probably. the only other times ive ever felt ok were when i was starving myself to the point of producing little to no sex hormones. i feel like a lot of ppl— especially with endocrine-disrupting chemicals becoming more of an issue— are struggling with degrees of genuine sex based dysphoria from prenatal EDC exposure. ik that sounds conspiracy-y but the WHO even released a study recently linking them to GD and intersex conditions. anyway i havent even socially transitioned this time because ive realized idc about what i’m seen as or called i simply just. know in my head what my body should look like. i was also intersex and forced on fem hormones at puberty so maybe its related to that but. i wish radfem spaces were less hateful towards transmasc female ppl. the rhetoric abt our bodies (and in turn abt unmodified intersex bodies bc i wouldn’t have been feminized originally without hormones) is really gross and just shows a deep seated hatred of sex non conforming females and as much as i recognize and hate the biosexism of amab trans ppl and the overall trans community. i just cant feel safe as an intersex snc female so its just like. No Community For Me, i’m too trans for the terfs and too terfy for the transes. sorry i didn’t mean to rant its just. the climate is so divisive rn n im struggling with being radfem but also like. clearly having biosex dysphoria that i have tried literally everything to eradicate. you dont have to publish this i simply needed to tell someone who would maybe get it and you seem to

i did these asks out of order and idk if youre the same person as the other ones rip. but yeah i hate teh “detrans people are mutilated” stuff too. ideologically i know radfems are supposed to support all females regardless of the state of their bodies, but i think youre right that a lot of them take the altered thing to mean youre an impure female. im really sorry you were forced on hormones, i really am. its hard to make peace with knowing that your body was altered when you wish it wasnt. intersex people deserve at least a choice in the matter, not that stuff being forced on them. they deserve to feel the sex dysphoria/dysmorphia without it being an inherently gendered experience too.

being in-between ideologically is rough. but sometimes its kinda necessary. belonging to yourself is important, so if you dont feel like you can belong to any one group, at least stand by your beliefs 💜

#asks

[seraphicsapphire]

I- I don’t like it when I get called dumb, desperate & pathetic by you.

~~shudders slightly~~

It’s unfair to characterize me in that way. You wouldn’t like it if I did it to you. I hate it when you point out how wet I am, or how pretty & desperate I seem, or how I seem pliable & dumb. I’m not!!! You can’t just say that to meeee….

~~ face turning nice & rosy pink as I recross my legs, adjusting my sensitive spot away from any view~~

Look, I… I didn’t like it when you shoved me up against the window with no clothes on & shoved your fingers inside me.

~~gulps slightly like the desperate & in denial girl I am~~

We- we could’ve been caught you know? That’s so scary.. I-

~~looks down at the ground refusing to make eye contact~~

I mean… you said such mean things.. levery time we uhh.. or I- I… I let you touch me.. like… you talked about owning me? And how no one could ever make me pleasured, happy like you did.,. Or when you forced me to make eye contact with you while you said I needed to give up everything to you…

~~fidgets with my waistband~~

It’s just… I don’t know… I’m smart! I’m not dumb, or desperate, or dripping wet.. ~~bright red cheeks like a fresh rosebud~~ Even if I was.. I, I can’t help it! I can’t help what I do… But I am independent! I’m not just someone’s toy… I, I have my own thoughts & action.. actions… I think. ~~my voice cracking in nerves & excitement~~

I… what? You want me to what? Hhhh, okay I will I guess… but only if it gets you to stop this.. only for a little bit. ~~taking my shirt & sweats off to reveal my soaked thong & matching pink bra~~ Oh, why am I wearing these? Oh, I just… yeah they’re more comfy to me… they just… bouncy. Yeah. They make me feel happy & everything feels… bouncy.

No, no! ~~stammering & scared becoming more & more ready to be controlled solely by you~~

I don’t wear them to attract anyone… no!!! I don’t just… oh… but I never said you could pin me down…

~~smiling slightly~~

Oh I’ve never seen this type of toy before? Okay… I’ll let you do it. But I have… wait what? You got me… fired? So I could be more with you? But, but, that’s not.. well I guess if you have to. I mean, staying in bed would sound really nice like that. You want me to suck on your thumb & look at you? While you? Okay… okay I guess… mhmmm…

#bd/sm brat #bd/sm pet #denial nsft #edge nsft #edging kink #submit #nsft edging #nsft concept #edging nsft #edging and denial #in heat #edging slave

[cherubguts0]

I don’t care if you’re contagious

Pairing: trey x cater 🩹 content: fluff

A/N: hi! I just felt like writting some silly cater x trey stuff :3 I hope you enjoy!! 🤍

He didn’t care, why should he?

Cater didn’t fucking care if trey was dying, he wanted to be next to him, wanted to feel his body heat next to his own. He felt cold, cold laying in his own bed while trey lays in his own, sick.

Usually when cater felt cold like this, he’d crawl into treys bed and cuddle the green haired boy till morning. He couldn’t tonight though, trey was worried about cater catching whatever sickness he had gotten.

Cater thought that was stupid though, he wanted nothing more then to feel treys body heat right now. It took everything in him to stay in bed, he kept looking over at the clock, which read 2:00am, fighting with himself to stay put.

He couldn’t, not when is dramatic mind was thinking about the most outrageous scenarios

What if trey dies tonight??

What if trey goes into comatose?!?!

WHAT IF TREY LOSES HIS MEMORY AND FORGETS ABOUT HIM?!?

“Fuck it!” Cater said, shoving his blankets off his body and making his way to treys room, being as quiet he could be as to not wake their housewarden.

“Trey?” Cater whispered as he opened treys door, peaking his head in to see trey, who was usually asleep at this hour, on his phone, scrolling through what cater assumed was magicam.

“Hmm? Cater?! What are you doing up?” Trey asked, sitting up in his bed, voice horse.

“,,,, I can’t sleep” the ginger admitted, shamefully putting his head down realizing he failed to listen to trey. The green haired boy only chuckled and sighed. “I’m sick cater, i dunno what I’d do if I also got you sick” trey said softly, setting his phone down as he spoke. “Yeah! But,,, i have a good immune system! I won’t catch whatever you have I swear!” Cater argued, finally stepping into treys room and shutting the door behind him.

Trey sighed again and pinched the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up with the action. “Hhhh, i really can’t say no to you can I?” He said with a little laugh, lifting his covers up and patting a spot next to him. Cater smiled brightly and happily made his way into treys bed, snuggling right upto the taller juniors side.

Trey smiled and wrapped his arms around Vaters body, Turing onto his side and pulling the ginger into his chest. “I will admit though, i did. Miss your body heat” trey mumbled before cheekily pressing his ice cold feet against Caters exposed shins, causing the other to yelp and squirm in the others arms, moving his legs away from the cold sensation. “Waaaa! That’s so not cool trey-kun!” Cater complained while trey laughed, the two of them soon quieting down again, enjoying the comfortable silence.

“You know trey-kun, I don’t really care if you’re contagious” cater said quietly, looking up into treys golden eyes, “I’d kiss you even if you were dead” he continued, trey letting out a little snicker upon realizing what cater was quoting “really? Would you kiss me now? Knowing I was sick?” Trey asked, pushing a lose strand of orange hair behind caters ear.

Cater only hummed in agreement, pushing up to leave a small kiss on the edge of treys lips. Trey in return, lightly grabbed the back of caters head and pulled him into a proper kiss.

Cater giggled as he pulled away, “does this mean you’ll take care of me when I fall ill?”

#twisted wonderland #twst #cater diamond #trey clover #trey clover x cater diamond #trey x cater #twisted wonderland fluff #fluff #trey fluff #cater fluff #a little angst but in a silly way

[kairoscler]

Hey! I see that you write hcs for all the Sekai boys, so can please we get some for Akitoya (separate) and maybe Tsukasa to finish out the boys? Thanks and I loved your Rui fic!

Sure! Just starting off so sorry for the lack of consistent formatting, but what can I say? Lol, and I'm answering this ask at basically 6am, I did not sleep yet

Also THANK YOU SO MUCH it was my first Project Sekai fic and the first fic I've written in a while!

Also all the boys are getting surpruse tickle attacked because apparently none of them want to come home anymore aaaaaaaaa-

Akito Shinonome

This boy, fr, I feel like he's worse than Rui at asking for tickles, I mean, why the hell else would he wear layers casually???

Totally likes to act all ler until he's the one being tickled

But the only person he'd openly tolerate is Toya because HAVE YOU SEEN THEM SMILE AT EACH OTHER???

Even IF they're not gay for each other, they're still close enough friends that they would totally have tickle fights!!

Rui or Tsukasa try and tickle him? "Oops, my hand slipped, sorry senpai!" He is not at all sorry, especially not with Tsukasa

I mean he ocassionally tolerates them because they can also make Toya smile

As for spots, he totally D I E S if someone gets to the armpits or upper ribs or hips or thighs, basically layers help prevent him from dying whilst also looking rather stylish

Akito is so very much likely to tickle either Ena or Toya if he doesn't want to eat pancakes or cheesecake alone and they're reluctant to go with him.

That last point, you can thank one of the fics on here for, but I'm too lazy to find it...

Anyway, this ginger has a laugh as amazing as ginger ale to a sick plane passenger, I swear his giggles can cure Minecraft effect Nausea irl hhhh-

S c r e a m s when surprise tickle attack by An

Actually would scream when surprise tickled at all, but I think An is the most likely person to do it to him

Reeeeaaaaaally struggles with admitting to liking being tickled

Totally admits to liking tickling other people, even if it makes him look like a big softy

He blushes a LOT, like his hair and face kind of just automatically color match at some point and you can see it on his neck too

Looks like the tomato from VeggieTales

Toya Aoyagi

Quiet boy, so ADORABLE!

You can't tell me he doesn't totally have two lee moods, because one is more straightforward and he would only ask for tickles from Akito or Tsukasa, and the other is only slightly less straightforward because he'll hint at it, and then he'll get asked if he wants to be tickled and he'll blush and nod hhhhhh-

Less straightforward lee mood would probably be with the girls in VBS or Rui, and with the vocaloid peeps... I have no reasoning for this, it just would be, I think

He and Rui have plenty in common until it comes to tickles

Like he's totally straightforward about liking it and moreso than Rui about wanting it, and Toya is less likely to get back at someone for being tickled

When Toya is in a ler mood, he'd go for Akito... after asking permission of course

Too polite to ler for long, but will totally giggle with the lee

Comfort tickles, this boy loves them!!

I feel like he totally would tease actually, because he does to others as he wants done to him, but teasing also KILLS him

Neck tickles, gentle back tickles, kneecaps, those spots get him to a louder volume than he would otherwise be while talking

This boy totally giggles adorably, and it's as musical as his singing voice!

Imagining Akito or An asking him to do his scales whilst tickling him silly aaaaaaaaaa-

Is it just me, or would this boy totally be ticklish if one played with his hair just right?

Tsukasa Tenma

Much like his role in his troupe, he totally shines when he's being tickled, like his smile is so freaking bright and radiant it's like the sun just descended upon us all and oh God everything is burning-

Gets tickled quite often due to his reactions being overdramatic

Gets ESPECIALLY tickled by Rui and Emu and sometimes even Nene or Akito

Toya would totally tickle him too if he said he wanted it or if Toya asked and got permission

HIS NAME IS TSUKASA TENMA! HE IS A STAR! A WORLD FUTURE STAR! And Akito and Nene get tired of hearing it, so they resort to tickles instead

Much like his smile, and much like Rui, his laughter must be FREAKING SENT FROM THE GODS

IT WILL INSTANTLY BRIGHTEN ANY ROOM

Stick a Tsukasa being tickled into a room full of depressed Nightcore members, and watch the darkness temporarily recede

I swear, his laugh is MAGIC

Emu says it's very WONDAHOIII!! and Rui would probably agree

Emu and Rui would be right

He's such a struggler, like even though he likes it, he will not stay still AT ALL and it is no one's fault if he flails and smacks someone but he'll still apologize profUSELY

Wouldn't outright ask for tickles most of the time, but if he's moping around and Rui or Toya ask him what he needs, he MIGHT admit to it

Even if he doesn't, if they ask to tickle him and he needs it, he will agree and allow it to happen

Gets tickle attacked the most because sudden tickles break him right away and LIKE I SAID THAT LAUGH IS LITERALY SUNLIGHT

In terms of spots, for sure the usual chest, armpits, belly, ribs, sides, but his death spots are probably his hips and feet

What can I say, man has a good skincare routine so the soles of his feet must be well taken care of, right?

Is it just me or is this man also ticklish when others wash his hair? Like someone else's touch in his hair just sends e l e c t r i c i t y though him down to his ass and he squirms SO MUCH because of it

Last but not least, he totally hugs Rui just to tickle his neck with those luscious golden locks

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk~

#akitoya #akito shinonome #toya aoyagi #lee!akito headcanons #ler!akito headcanons #lee!toya headcanons #ler!toya headcanons #lee!tsukasa headcanons #ler!tsukasa headcanons #ruikasa #project sekai tickles

[tears-of-taelia]

First of all hi!!

And regarding your last post omg I been fearing for Ren's life the *moment* we learned Madame X can get rid of grunts who fail too much remotely. Like- like????? They have his body in HQ???? His soul in a mechanical body????? She can so *so much harm* whenever she pleases I'm so scared for the raid-

Nastasia's protection can only get so far hhhh-

omg hi! it's nice to meet you, i'm Sophie :)

(i see on your blog that you're infj and taurus! i'm intj and capricorn! earth introverts rise up!)

i got excited answering this and went off on a couple of spoiler-filled tangents, so I included the rest under the cut.

I 10000000% agree, especially about the upcoming raid! Team Xen grunts literally sign away their bodies and souls when they join, so it's no wonder why seemingly redeemable characters like Eli and Sharon are forced to stay on.

[aside: I'm pretty sure that Team Xen "recruitment" in general follows a standard format where people in life-threatening or easily manipulable situations are offered either a second chance at their own life or the chance to save the life of a loved one. I mean, there's Neved with Francesca, Madelis with Lisbeth, Keta with Aelita. I mean, there's a grave marked "Eli" at Carotos Peak and I don't think that's a coincidence. Why else would all these people fight (presumably) for the destruction of the world? All those fires in Aevium's past (like the lab fire with Jenner, Maddie (prob Madelis), and Cas (prob Cassandra)), could in part be a massive recruitment effort.]

Anyway, I think the only hope for Ren in the upcoming raid is what I mentioned before, about how he is somehow integral to Team Xen's overarching plans, as per renegade 13.5. My best guess is that these plans include using the energy emitted from a Xenpurgis rampage in GDC to fulfill the dark prophecy, using "the four shadows" mentioned on the Absol Statue back in Blacksteeple to bring back Storm-9.

The shadows that shade the earth shall be known in the end. The one of raw evil, the one of obsession, the one of betrayal, and the one of greed. These four shall see the world be lost forever.

We don't have enough information to definitively say who the one of raw evil, obsession, or greed could be. But betrayal? It fits Ren. In the scene where he is first "hired" or whatever and meets Madame X, I feel like this idea is pretty spoon-fed to us.

MADAME X: Have you brought him? The one I've detailed. NASTASIA: Yes. Please, come forth. Introduce yourself. REN: …Hello, Ma'am. My name is Ren. NASTASIA: Ren used to be comrades with [player] and the rest. But based on what he's told me, if accurate, would display the attributes of the one we're looking for. MADAME X: And just why would one of [player]'s comrades want to betray them?

I mean, the word "betray" is explicitly used here.

On Nastasia: Yes. Absolutely. She's strong as hell, but she can't stand up alone to Madame X. Like you said, her powers can only go so far. After all, presumably, her body and soul are in the control of Madame X as well.

In general, Nastasia is an absolutely fascinating character imo... and I have a feeling the Ren might not be the only double agent working for Xen. Nastasia is "the woman who sacrificed everything for the one who loved her." I think we can say with 99.999999% certainty that she is the grown up version of little Anastasia, Katsu's daughter. Out of all the Execs, she seems to be the most devoted to Madame X. That tracks if Madame X is somehow tied to Maria, or is Maria herself. Is Anastasia, by working for her, possibly trying to save Madame X/Maria from herself? Is Madame X/Maria perhaps even being controlled by a darker force, and "unbound soul" like Vitus? In that way, is Nastasia still the little girl trying to reach her best friend?

All this to say I think Nastasia may be more on our side than we think. She is seemingly the most devoted Xen Exec, yet she has gone on multiple dangerous, rogue missions--including one that really did nothing but aid our side--helping Aelita get to the Spring of Rejuvenation and saving the lives of Venam, Erin, Allen, and Alice. She clearly knows that Ren is a double agent, and she hasn't ratted him out (or, possibly, she has ratted him out and Madame X simply does not care, because with Xen having completely control over his soul and body, he can still be used to fulfill his purpose, regardless). There's the fact that Nastasia, an apparent wunderkind with machines and technology, "missed" the fact that the Sigils in Blacksteeple were being sabotaged by Nancy (something Melia immediately noticed). And there's the fact that she clearly trusts and loves Ren (in a maternal way, I think), cheering him up, helping him sneak out of HQ in his actual body. You know, usual mother-son activities. But yeah, I guess the point I'm getting at here is that I could see Nastasia doing her darndest to protect Ren, maybe even sacrificing herself to do so, but I don't think that would be enough to save him, with the level of control Xen has over the both of them at this point.

Back to Ren, there's another things that's been bothering me: the whole twin prophecy with Reina. I have... thoughts... about this. I def could see it playing out exactly how Reina expects: one twin (Ren) fights for the destruction of the world (likely against his will), and the other (Reina) fights to save it. But another part of me (that's read way too many thrillers) feels like this is too cut and dry, and that this presumption is going to be flipped on its head. Let's say Ren does die in the upcoming raid, and he dies fighting to save the world. What if... destroying the world, following Madame X's plan, would undo his death somehow? What if it would save him, or bring him back? We know that souls get recycled in this universe, after all. Would Reina consider switching sides to bring him back? That would be a betrayal, for sure. And that would also play into the whole Life is Strange moral quandary pervasive throughout the game--save the one you love, or the lives of millions? This would also fulfill the prophecy, but in a way that we do not necessarily expect. Because otherwise, I feel like this prophecy is pretty superfluous. By the time we hear it, we already know that Ren is Xen [hehe], so what new information does it really present?

Anyway, yeah, um, thank you so much for the ask! Sorry for the long winded response. There's way too many theories about this game bouncing around in my brain and it's nice to have an outlet for it. Thank you for your support on my art, it really means the world to me! Particularly since you're so talented yourself<3

#tlozypaka-tina #pokemon rejuvenation #ren #theories #nastasia #reina #madame x #maria #dark prophecy

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

hi, your writing is incredible! if you're still taking prompts, how about #29 with the spidey brothers? maybe peter 2 & 3 are watching a scary movie on the couch and peter 1 pops up and screams to scare them, so they yank him over into their laps to exact revenge

29. Tickling the other one

None of the Peters cared much for the horror genre. Their instinct and experience either made them indifferent or wound them up too much to find enjoyment in it. There was terror, blood and violence in the field every day, which meant they were either too desensitized to the sights or reminded of too many real incidents. 

That being said, some horror movies out there were a must-see if you claimed to be up-to-date with pop culture. Given that Peter Two and Three wanted to educate themselves on every part of Peter One’s high-speed world, they had finally decided to give it a shot.

They had done everything they could to make it as comfortable (and comforting) an experience as possible—a blanket nest, drinks, snacks, candy, the works. Right now, however, neither of them dared to take a sip or a bite lest they risk choking when the big reveal came. Peter Two had at least gotten as far as picking up one of his cups, while Three had the armrest of the couch in a stranglehold. They could overhear each other’s hearts racing but couldn’t bear to look away from the screen to check in.

The tension was at its peak, the music had faded to complete silence, neither the characters onscreen nor the audience dared to breathe and then—

“Aaaaagh!”

Peter One’s scream was ear-piercingly effective. Peter Three blindly dove to hit the deck, slamming into the coffee table to upend the entire bowl of M&Ms, while Two’s drink spattered in every direction as he sprang onto the far wall.

“Yes, yes!” Peter cackled, gleefully drumming his knees. “Yes! I can’t believe that worked!”

“Peter—!” Two gasped, sagging down the wall and pressing his head into shaky hands. “H-Holy—Hhhh—” Peter Three looked as if he had died on the spot, mouth agape, staring with huge, unblinking eyes at the ceiling. Peter One was kind enough to pause the movie and rewind it back for them even as he kept laughing.

“I thought you were gonna hear me coming! Oh, man, that was everything I could’ve hoped for!” Grinning broadly, he glanced between their stunned faces. “So-o-o…you gonna come and finish the movie or what? This next part’s really good, honestly.”

“Does it involve calling an ambulance?” Peter Two managed hoarsely, clutching his chest as he dragged himself upright and stumbled back to his seat. Peter Three took a little longer, rolling over to crawl toward them in what appeared to be a state of shellshock.

“Aw, don’t be mad, Peter Three! It’s not like this is even the worst we’ve pranked each other! Heh, remember the vegemite?” Peter One pointed out cheerfully, though his smile waned when Three dropped onto the couch without a word or a glance in his direction. “Wait…are you? Three? Y-You’re not actually mad at me, right?”

Three scoffed under his breath, looking away, and Peter softened in concern, leaning on the back of the couch for his attention. “Hey, I-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to freak you out so bad—I mean, I did, but it’s not like it could’ve actually been a supervillain or a monster! The tingle would’ve let us know right away if there was any—wha-aah!”

He barely had time to register what had happened before Three wrestled him over the back of the couch. Before he had even fully landed, Peter Two had ahold of his arms and Peter Three his legs.

“You wanna see a monster, bitty bug?” The edge of Three’s grin was a little manic. “I’ll show you a monster!”

“What?! Wait, wait, wa-haha-ait!” From there his protests devolved into helpless snorts and shrieks as Peter Three scratched at the soles of his trapped feet. “Ahahagh! No, no-ho-ho!”

“‘No, no!’” Three echoed tauntingly. “Well, you’re right about that: no help, no mercy, no escape! The tickle monster’s got ya! Try screaming that loud again, I dare you!”

“I’d rather you didn’t,” Two grunted. “It hurts those of us with sensitive ears!” That said, he circled a finger around the shell of his ear, twisting a few of Peter’s messy curls in to aid him until he was tossing his head like a wild horse.

“P-Please, that’s the wo-o-orst!” Three was attacking the crook of his knees now, undeterred by his haphazard attempts to kick. “Ahagh! I haha-hate you!”

“Who’s scarier now, Petey? Who’s scary now?!”

“Eep!” Hiccupping feebly, scrunching against Peter Two digging into the side of his neck, Peter One twisted, trying to bury his face in the couch cushions. “You aha-are!”

“What was that? I didn’t quite catch it; all I can get is this ringing for some reason! Who’s the winner here?”

“Y-You win, okay-hay, you win! You can sto-hop now, you g-go-hot me back already!”

“Always do, always will,” Peter Three promised, drumming his fingers across his brother’s stomach to wring one last breathless squeal out of him. “Remember that next time you think it’s a good idea to spook a predatory species! The beasts bite back fast!”

#thank you! #i'm glad you like it! #i'm having fun #marvel #spider man #fanfiction #peter parker #peter two #peter three #tom holland #tobey maguire #andrew garfield #tickling #tickle fic #fluff #brotherly love #answered ask #anonymous

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So much Aeriseph content going around rn! Do u have any hcs for that pairing? (maybe if seph didn’t completely hate and want to destroy her (childhood lab friends/lovers perhaps- i always think Seph would have viewed her as a goddess in that kinda au) I need to quench the need for cute and angsty aeriseph writings!!

Aeriseph is a great pairing hhhh I love them they're flawless. I typically pair Sephiroth only with other men, but these two are honestly everything. So have some shipping headcanons!

-Sephiroth and Aerith, much like in lots of my other stories and fics, knew each other briefly during their time in the lab. Sephiroth always knew he was destined to be Aerith's "mate", but was never comfortable with the idea of being forced to breed her. He can never bear to tell her just what Hojo has planned for them, nor can he bear the thought of ever hurting her. She (and Ifalna) are the first people apart from Professor Gast whom he genuinely loves. He would fall apart at ever causing her pain. Not her. Anyone but her.

-Luckily for both of them, Aerith is spared the pain that he goes through. He strikes a bargain with Hojo--his full compliance and unquestioning loyalty to Shinra, in exchange for Aerith's preservation, safety and happiness. A less stifling environment for her and Ifalna. Some fresh air. No experiments. No dissections. Aerith remains untouched. And, in turn, he will do whatever Shinra wants without question, whether it means killing or spreading whatever propaganda they see fit. And Hojo, still well intending to breed the two "ancients" in the far future, agrees to these terms. For now, at least. He sees no reason for there to be needless conflict, especially after Sephiroth promises that he will set himself to being the ruin of Shinra otherwise. Thus, Sephiroth goes off to war and leaves Aerith behind. Aerith and Ifalna are granted safe refuge at an actual living space in the upper plate. They are frequently monitored so that they don't escape, but Aerith does not have to undergo the same level of trauma as her friend.

-Sephiroth sees a lot of pain during the war. But he keeps his promise, killing and torturing and slaying all who oppose the company. His sins are vast and great, and all at a very young age. He no longer remembers what it's like to feel innocent or vulnerable. Just a mindless killing machine. A monster.

-By the time he finally returns, war-hardened and world famous, Hojo begins prompting him to pay a certain someone a visit. "I've upheld my end, boy. It's high time you set yourself to thinking about the future." Sephiroth has no intention of falling through with that. BUT...he does go to see her. He fully expects her to be horrified with what he's become. She's heard all the stories. And despite Shinra's plans for them, he knew it would never work. It isn't like that. Certainly not. They were just friends. He was different then. And she--

-When their eyes meet for the first time in what seems like a decade, Sephiroth is lost completely. Because he finds that, stories or no stories, rumors or no rumors, between murder and suffering and Hojo's needless perverted desires, there was no stopping what had always been there, reflected in her eyes every time she looked at him.

Love. And awe. And understanding.

-The affair afterwards is desperate and clingy and staggering. Both are mutually protective of each other. Aerith works to undo all the years of damage that the Wutai War inflicted on Sephiroth, smoothing down his hate and anger, soothing him during his traumatic episodes. She always knew what he did for her and her mother. As far as she's concerned, she doesn't see a monster. Just that same desperate boy in the lab pajamas, working with what he can, yearning for safety, for peace.

-Eventually, Sephiroth breaks free from Shinra and escapes Midgar with Aerith and Ifalna in tow. He doesn't care if they're hunted for it, or if he even broke his promise to Hojo. He has her. And that's all he could ever want. He will kill anyone who tries to tear them apart. It's a very physical, very passionate relationship. Sephiroth is all but CRAZED over her. He will go foaming apeshit bonkers if anyone so much as looks at her funny.

She is HIS. No one else's. No one can touch her. No one can hurt her. His beautiful. His divine. His...goddess.

#sephiroth #aeriseph #aerith gainsborough #ffvii #ff7 #asks #final fantasy 7 #sephcanons #shipping