#imortal reader

[lz-didyounotice]

Baking weekends : "Kiss the cook"

this gif don't belong to me

Hello again, It's froggit here, so since i finished the last part of my series of one shots with the tenth doctor, i wanted to continue the time line, but with different doctors. For this one, you would have guessed it, the 11th is gonna make an apearence. I wanted to do something fluffy with him, not much running around with this one. May be in a future chapter. Anyway, as always, Warning : English is not my first language. So please be indulgent. Froggit-

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It was a new day aboard the TARDIS. As you awoke from your slumber, a tinge of sadness washed over you as you realized the Doctor wasn't beside you. You and the Doctor had been inseparable married since his last regeneration. Back then, your sister was still on the verge of marriage, but an insidious queen alien threatened to unleash her offspring upon humanity. Though the problem was resolved, your sister had to leave the TARDIS for her own safety.

Rising from your bed, you made your way to the TARDIS wardrobe, selecting a (F/c) top paired with washed up wide-legged jeans for today's outfit. Completing your look with your favorite sport shoes, you headed back to the console. Greeting the TARDIS, you found the Doctor tinkering with his sonic screwdriver beneath the main platform, muttering curses under his breath.

"Good morning, sweetheart!" you exclaimed, standing by the console to observe the Time Lord at work.

"Ah, (Y/N)! Finally up--?"

"You could have woken me, you know?"

"Wouldn't dream of depriving you of sleep, now would I?"

"Still haunted by our last sleepover with the Ponds, are you?" you teased, knowing full well he didn't mind those gatherings one bit, but your last escapade involving chasing him with pears during Amy's visit had leaved him on his guards.

"That, and Sexy here needed a bit of tinkering. But we do have to meet up with our in-laws, don't we?"

"Better hurry, or Amy will have both our heads on a silver platter by the time we get there."

"Geronimo, then."

Adjusting a few levers on the console, the Doctor drew closer to you before turning around on his feets, planting an excited kiss on your lips, then pulling the Big lever to send the TARDIS flying off. And landing it did, with a loud sound just down the block.

"You're getting better at parking her! For once, we didn't end up in Amy's kitchen; that's a first." Did you teased him.

"I said I was sorry. Not my fault the oven was wide open."

"I'm not complaining. Now we have a brand new oven to bake with!"

Approaching the door, you barely had time to knock before the ginger woman engulfed you in a bone-crushing hug. Amy had become a close friend since she first entered the TARDIS, her courageous demeanor and contagious sassiness made her impossible not to like. The two of you were quite the pair, sticking together in every circumstance, and today was no exception. As usual on weekends, you had decided to visit and bake with her, initially just a joke, but it had become a regular activity for the girls as time went on, spurred by the Doctor's sweet tooth and craving for sugar.

After exchanging greetings with Rory, Amelia tossed you your cooking apron, adorned with a magnificent "Kiss the Cook" slogan on the front. Catching it gracefully, you tied it securely around your waist as you helped Amelia with hers. Turning to face the grinning Doctor seated on one of the stools, you inquired, "So, pretty boy, what shall we try this time?"

"Have we made 'gâteau au yaourt' yet?"

"What even is that?" Amy chimed in, detaching herself from your grasp.

"Good choice, Doctor. Now, we just need a container to measure everything."

After washing your hands, you felt the Doctor's gaze on your new apron.

"Do you like it?"

"I more than like it. It suits you well."

And there it was, that smile that always made you weak in the knees. Blushing, you turned away, which only seemed to widen the Doctor's grin.

"Oh, shush..."

Without waiting for his response, you began gathering the ingredients needed for the cake. Retrieving your phone from your back pocket, you started an energetic playlist, dancing around the counter while Amy sang along to certain parts.

"So, let me guide you through this, Amy. First, we need some yogurt."

Peeking into the fridge, the ginger-haired girl retrieved a small white container. And so, you began explaining how yogurt cake was an important French bakery item, a practical dessert with no need for precise measurements, perfect for busy meetings.

The recipe was simple enough, so while Amy mixed the batter, you whipped up some cream, trying your best to keep up with the beat of the music. Once finished, you stored the cream in the fridge before joining Amy for the final step: pouring the batter into a circular pan and placing it in the oven.

With the cake now baking, you suggested to Amy that she and Rory take a break while you tackled the dishes. Eyeing you suspiciously, she warned you not to make a mess in her absence. Whether she was referring to you or the Doctor, who was still seated at the counter, you couldn't be sure. Shaking your head, you ushered her out before taking your place at the sink, whisk in hand.

As you washed the utensils, you felt someone's hands wrap around your waist, and a head drop onto your shoulder.

"Bored already, darling?"

"Not really…"

"Then what's on your mind?"

You had just shaken your hands to remove excess water when you turned around to find the Doctor's face mere inches from yours, his nose adorned with a smudge of batter. Did he really just lick the bowl? Deciding you didn’t even want to question it, you just stared at it for a while before speaking up.

“You have a little something on your face.. Here let me help you.”  Taking the end of your apron, you brought it up to his face before weeping the small spot at the tip of his nose. His smile shined once more as you sneakily swapped your places, making him now trapped between you and the counter. 

"So, tell me, what's going on in that beautiful head of yours? You've been unusually quiet…"

"Can't I just listen to you talk?"

"Shouldn't it be the other way around?"

"I mean, you've lived in France for a couple of lives, so you might know more than me on this point."

"Says the man with a universe's worth of knowledge in his library. You're not fooling me on this one, spaceman."

Your faces were now tantalizingly close, as you tried to coax him into saying something. With you this close, all he wanted was to tell you everything but it would ruin the surprise. He had wanted for it to be special, a small adventure for the both of you, but he was too scared to spill it out of excitement to say something. 

"You're impossible, you know that?"

"Apparently not enough. Tell me about it."

With a small laugh, you grabbed him by his bow tie, crashing your lips against his, melting into his touch as you basked in his comfort. Each sweet kiss sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach, just like the first time you met. Your hands grasped at anything you could on him, trying to ground yourself in the moment.

Your embrace seemed too short, as your make-out session was interrupted by the timer on the oven. With your hair disheveled and the Doctor's bow tie undone, you tried to compose yourselves, pulling your hair back and slipping on a heat-resistant glove to retrieve the cake from the oven. Admiring the beautiful golden top, you could practically taste its delicious aroma.

You and the Doctor attempted to look a bit more presentable, but as always Amy bursted into the kitchen, wanting to ensure everything was all right.

"Cake's out of the oven?"

"Yep."

Upon closer inspection, she laughed at the Doctor's disheveled appearance. He was still straightening his bow tie, his collar askew, revealing a few red marks, with his shirt wrinkled and partially untucked, his suspenders struggling to stay attached to his pants.

"You two had fun, I see."

Blushing, you were tempted to toss your glove at Amy, but she dodged it with ease, giggling as she left, seemingly on her way to spread some gossip.

"Shit, I missed..."

Well, it could have been worse. You helped the Doctor readjust his bow tie, before boiling water for tea. Finally, you made the cake presentable and topped it with fresh whipped cream and raspberries.

And as you set everything on the table, the Doctor marveled at his luck. How did he end up with someone who could keep up with him on every adventure? He remembered the look on your face when you first saw his new regeneration. He had told you beforehand, but he still worried that you wouldn't love him the same way with his new face.

How silly was he to think that someone who had changed faces so many times would reject him. To you, he was still the Doctor, the beautiful creature who had shown you the universe, made you feel loved and cared for. Even if he was a bit smaller, with longer hair and a larger chin. In your opinion it made him all the easier to kiss, and you were grateful for it.

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The afternoon ended on a beautiful note, with you, the Doctor, and the Ponds enjoying a delicious homemade cake as soft music played in the background. You discussed future adventures and reminisced about memories made along the way, planning your next baking escapade. It was no surprise when the Doctor suggested trying to make some alien cake next time. In your mind, you had already reached the bottom shelf of the TARDIS library, eyeing the row of books, wondering if the red recipe book with Gallifreyan writings on the cover could help.

You had been working tirelessly for weeks now to perfect a recipe while visiting your sister. Secretly learning Gallifreyan, with some assistance from the TARDIS in selecting the right books for translation. You were grateful for her help in this endeavor. You wanted for it to be perfect after all and create something meaningful for him.

As the sun set, you bid farewell to the Ponds, promising to visit again soon, before returning to the TARDIS. Once in space, the Doctor was finally able to execute his plan, sending you both to one of the most beautiful soirées in the galaxy to dance the night away. For a short while he disappeared into the corridors of the TARDIS, letting you ponder what he was up to this time.

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"Well, milady, we are awaited somewhere rather special. Your finest dress is advised for this glorious night." The Doctor exclaimed with the voice of a television host, returning in a magnificent white vest and black dress pants. A smile graced your lips as you admired him and his unusual attire.

"Just give me a moment, beautiful stranger… I'll be right back." Making your way to the TARDIS wardrobe, you examined the extensive selection of dresses, eventually landing one recommended by River. You had chosen it on one of your last trips together, waiting for the perfect occasion to wear it. As for jewelry, you adorned yourself with a simple golden necklace the Doctor had given you for your first anniversary.

Emerging onto the main platform, you found the Doctor still where you had left him, his feet tapping the ground in a repeating pattern. When he turned around, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of you. The dress you wore was a mid-length gown with a slit, featuring a V-neckline that revealed just the right amount of cleavage. It hugged your figure perfectly, with two distinct parts to the sleeves—one that made the top stand straight and the other cascading over your shoulder. Your makeup was soft, your hair elegantly styled, complementing every curve of your body.

"So… what do you think?"

"Bleamy, (Y/N)...., you look out of this world…"

Still a blushing mess, you interlocked your arm with his as you walked out of the TARDIS, a wide grin spreading across your face when you saw where he had taken you.

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Bonus :

"I suppose I made the right choice of dress, didn't I?"  Did you laugh practically out of air.

As always, the night ended with both of you escaping the scene, giggling like a mad married couple , with a few soldiers trying to get hold of you. Let's just say you were discovered in one of the corridors making out once again, this time with the Doctor fully adorned in your favorite deep red lipstick.

“Forgot i was banned from the palace-” The doctor finally admitted as the Tardis came into view.

#11th doctor x reader #doctor who x reader #doctor who #baking #noble reader #river x reader #pond familly #fluff #Amy pond #imortal reader #eleventh doctor x reader

[twistedroseytoesy]

Octavinelle + Diasomnia with an immortal jellyfish reader

Here’s the most popular from the poll! Surprised but excited to do this one! sorry if they are a bit short or lacking. Tried my best but busy with school stuff draining my motivation.

image of an immortal jelly near the end. slight differences with how I’ll describe the mer form due to the unique abilities of the immortal jelly.

description

you were always rather chill about life, never one to dwell much on stress since you know that it will fade with time, as all things do. You've relived your life many times and share your knowledge as much as you can. This is your first life out of the water and you know that you're stronger than your jelly form, but you can't restart your life if things start to get difficult.

Your mer form has a large bell and the tendrils connecting to a small core, but the red core is more in the center of your abdomen rather than the bell. The small core looks like a small silhouette of your body this is what your consciousness moves to when you restart your life span.

Octavinelle

Azul: When he first heard of you and your chill and wise lifestyle he tried to get you to sign a few contracts. Was even more insistent once he realized that you were an immortal jellyfish mer. He could grow and gain power forever with your abilities! Was surprised at how he couldn't find anything that he really wanted in life. When he slipped and said he wanted to grow powerful forever with your abilities you said that immortality is not a gift, it's a responsibility. and Even with the knowledge and power you have now are hard to use when you start over. Having to become a child again and struggle to remember and control your body. He paled a bit at that knowledge. Having to relive being a weak little octo-looser? He would pass.

After his overblott, he would still invite you over to chat, but not to convince you to sign anything just to chat and gain insight and knowledge, maybe some lost spells too, just between friends. Doesn't understand how you can be so relaxed about things but happy and calmed when you are around. says your mer form is very pretty and likes your gentle glow in the darkness of the sea. tries his best to stay away from your stingers.

Jade: How fascinating. He is somewhat upset that you're so nonchalant about life and his lightly veiled threats don't phase you in the slightest. Once he discovers you're an immortal jellyfish mer he's asking lots of questions about how you restart your life and how vulnerable you are. Helps in trying to convince you to sign Azul's contracts and tries to test your patience. laughed when you accidentally stung him with your stingers, his slime makes him rather immune to stinging. Observes and asks many questions about your core. find you interesting and entertaining with how you just float through life.

Floyd: You're so weird. kinda boring too. he didn't really get why azul would want someone like you around until it was revealed that you're an immortal jelly. Now Floyd is interested. He tries to take a bite of you to see if you'll freak out or activate your restart when he did. You didn't and you just looked disappointed. Says you're no fun and that you're boring. You share some crazy stories and now he's interested again. Likes your stories and asks what it's like to restart and if being immortal is fun. Bonces and pokes your mer form bell and tried to grab your core a few times. Laughed when your stingers tickled him since the sting couldn't get through his slime. doesn't really bother you much but will demand ask for a story if you bump into each other. His nickname for you is "immortal jelly" or just "old jelly" if hes feeling particularly silly.

Diasomnia

Malleus: Enjoys your relaxed attitude and how you treat him like any other person. You both become very close friends especially once you reveal that you are an immortal jellyfish mer. Looks pleasantly surprised but is actually really happy to have a friend that can be by his side for the rest of his days. Inquires about how you function after restarting your life cycle. promises to protect you as you regrow to your adult stage if you ever do have to reset. You both enjoy learning and sharing stories of days of old. You both wear matching gargoyle-themed friendship bracelets that allow malleus to know if you're in trouble. he will happily defend you. he also finds your mer form fascinating and pretty. maybe one day he will show you his dragon form.

Lilia: What an interesting supprise! He's never met someone like you whose immortality was restarting one's life back to being a child/baby. He asks questions and is a bit sad you don't get surprised by his popping out of nowhere upside down. Shares his stories and older tales with you as you do with him. Silver and sebek are amazed at how much you both know. Lilia with ancient land history, and you with the ocean's ancient history. You both laugh and make old people jokes yet stay somewhat modern. Lilias is glad to have a friend other than another fae to live the rest of his long life with. comments on how nice your mer form is and how interesting your core is. Asks to see you reset one day. He promises to raise and protect you as you grow again.

Silver: He also has a fairly relaxed lifestyle but not really by choice. You often find him asleep and you stay nearby. You both talk about all kinds of things. When you reveal your immortal by restarting your life He asks what it's like. A bit sad at how lonely you've been most of your lifetimes but you never minded. You're happy to try new things and being on land is one you'll never forget. He's glad you're at peace with how you've lived and will continue to live. Admires your mer-form and your powerful stingers. finds you so beautiful, like something alien yet beautiful from a dream he had a long time ago.

Sebek: HATED your lax nature and how casually chatted to the young lord! he should be treated practically like a god, not some chum you bumped into on the street! Didnt take your advice for him seriously at first until Lilia and malleus chastise him for being so rude to their friend. Asks for your forgiveness and was surprised at how easily he was forgiven. loudly defends you when others make fun of how lax you are with life. Also loudly compliments your mer form and says it's just below the majesty of wakasamas greatest dragon form. You take that as a compliment. Fascinated at how you described your immortality and say it sounds annoying. it can be but you've learned to live with it, besides you get to be and act like a child even if you know better. Reminded him of Lilia and his pranks from that statement.

Here's the jelly! Isn't it so pretty? look at the mini jelly in the center! that is its core! The body collapses under stress and the core sinks to the bottom of the sea floor to grow a new jellyfish body.

#octavinelle #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto #my stuff #my writing #jade leech #Floyd leech #tweels #octatrio #twst x reader #Floyd x reader #jade x reader #Diasomnia #malleus x reader #lilia #malleus #hope you like it! #tried my best to have this make any sense #the one with malleus made me smile cause #now he has an imortal friend to spend many centuries with! #lilias was fun cause he gets to be a dad every century or so! #again! #anyway #roses ramblings #thank you all for voting for this! #eternal friends forever stuff #makes my heart happy

[thesecondplacename]

Title: Immortality

Summary: If you let me consume you, the world would pay for it.

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It hurts. I loved him first and I'll be the last person to love him. With all my years and my never aging appearance, my curse to love so much it consumes my whole being and sets it ablaze leaving me with nothing but the ashes of what could have been if I wasn't me. 

Mortality, something that struck fear into so many people, a reminder that the clock never stopped for no one, the constant reminder that at any chance they could die. Immortality, people have gone to war and killed just for a chance at having it. I wished with every fiber of my being that the next time I looked into the mirror I saw the signs of wrinkles and the imperfections that come with age, but my prayers fell on deaf ears for any God that listened could not hear my shout and pleases, I didn’t have a soul that any being could save. When you have outlived dynasties and empires, seen water turn into land, and been fought in every war that came about, you no longer have a name, have no origin, just a nameless face among a sea of people. 

A long time ago I came to the realization that loving someone could only cause pain, for when they die, and so many years had passed I would no longer remember their face, their mannerisms, what made them laugh, I no longer could remember who I pledged my heart to. The pain of their death and only an abandoned grave with a name that was no longer legible, it was like they never existed and the faint memory of a laugh or soft touches were the only thing left but soon that would disappear from my mind and the pain would stay knowing that I loved a ghost.   

No matter how hard someone tries it is impossible to make your body do what your brain wants instead of your heart. The way heat would rise to my cheeks and the way my stomach would come alive with butterflies, all the signs were there and it only made it harder to stay away. His laugh was contagious and he gave his smile out like it was halloween and I was a child, gentle touches that left marks that burned and imprinted onto my skin. I was in love with a man named Richard John "Dick" Grayson, and I would do everything in my power to destroy that, the man that lighted up the dark clouds in my life, someone that made the pain of living bearable.  

It was hard pushing away someone who wanted to stay, I tried to be hurtful and make my words turn into blades that left wounds so deep that they would scar. But every time I opened my mouth I couldn’t be as mean as I wanted, the thought of destroying  a light so bright and glorious that made people stop and wonder if the sun had come down and taken human shape. The only thing that I could do that would not destroy that light was to leave in the dead of night far away for Gotham and everything that had to do with him, China or Brazil, something that would not remind me of him of the smile that made me stop and hold my breath. Because if I stayed and let myself have him I would consume him and everything he gave me freely, and if that happened, if I engraved a place in my heart and let my whole being be set ablaze by him. Then to only lose him to time, having to hold his body as age took him or if I lost him sooner than I was meant to I would burn the world in my madness, no one would be safe, men, women, and even children would feel my pain for generations.  

I would make the world remember the soft smiles and the soft touches, I wouldn't let his grave be lost to time, I wouldn't let him be lost to time. I had given so much of myself to him. I don't think he even understands how much I have given to him, it’s not normal to love like this and it was dangerous. So I did the only thing I knew, I left without  a trace, I wanted to be remembered only as a bad dream and nothing more and hopeful in a new millennium I would no longer remember the love he so freely gave to someone so undeserving.  

#dc comics #dick grayson #dcu #male reader #x male reader #dick grayson x male reader #angst #dick grayson angst #imortal #no happy ending #richard grayson #nightwing #nightwing x male reader

[angelltheninth]

Feeling angsty so could you do Spiderverse characters with the “Don’t you ever do that again!” prompt? Could be either side saying it.

Angst! Everyone could use more am I right?

Pairing: Peter B. Parker, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, worry, injury, superhero work, late night talks, fear of loss, soothing kisses, crying

A/N: We need to keep things nice and balanced between the fluff, smut and angst.

5. “Don’t you ever do that again!”

Peter doesn't take as many risks as he used to before you were married. He still gives it his all, of course he does, but he's not reckless when he fights. There does tend to be an ocassion where he will act like that still, come home with injuries, a bloody nose and such but he tries to keep those to a minimum to not worry you. He faces your wrath for those before, and he would rather fight a hundread more enemies then make you sad, angry and scared for him.

Miles already knows to be careful when doing hero work but he is also a bit of a show off. He makes it a habit to visit you after and one night he shows up in a pretty bad state, unable to go home. You call his parents and make up an excuse that he fell asleep during movie night, all the while he's groaning with an ice pack on his ribs. While laughing about a joke he made his ribs hurt even more so you have to kiss him to make him stop, and to comfort yourself. While his injuries will heal he needs to promise to be more careful, one Spider-man already died in this universe, and your boyfriend won't be next.

Gwen lost someone imortant because she wasn't paying enough attention. You bet she gets pissed off when she sees you jumping head first into danger. But she doesn't just yell, she starts crying while patching up your injuries because she can't handle the thought of losing you. It ends with you being the one who is holding her in your lap, kissing her cheeks with bruised lips telling her how she's your inspiration for doing what you do, you don't regret it and a few injuries, big or small, won't stop you from being her best partner.

Miguel downplays his own injuries but goes off when he sees you put yourself in danger. He's a big guy, he heals pretty fast too but you, fully human and so damn hardheaded. How can he not tell you to take it easy from time to time. You laying in bed with a fever from a venom that you took instead of him. Venom, something that's already in his blood, reckless as hell. Every kiss that he gives you is like the last, his hands fast as they check you for injuries but really gentle, like you'll break in his hands.

Hobie hums a song while you patch his injuries trying to soothe you, his fingers tapping on the bed, foot moving along with his hums. Not a single note back? Why are you so upset? His life isn't in danger or anything, he' ll be fine. Or you can kiss it better, that's an option. Anything, just cry okay? He's proud of the work he's doing, risks are part of it, but its worth it to make a better, safer world for the two of you, and everyone else of course.

Pavitr has a hard time keeping his groans of pain to himself but he doesn't wanna worry you any more then he already has. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you to his side, whispering that he's gonna be okay eventually. Until then he will take it easy so don't yell at him again, he knows he should have been more careful but at times his body moves on his own without thinking. Kinda like when he kisses you, only more painful.

#peter b parker x reader #miles morales x reader #gwen stacy x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #hobie brown x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse imagine #spiderverse headcanon #spiderverse angst #marvel x reader #marvel x you #marvel imagine #marvel headcanons #marvel angst #peter b parker angst #miles morales angst #gwen stacy angst #miguel o'hara angst #hobie brown angst #pavitr prabhakar angst #x reader

[moonit3]

Can I get a uhhhhh dragon yandere (it's ok if u don't btw!! I just love getting presents and the unusual)

yes, you can get a yandere dragon, anon.

WARMTHLESS

➥ warnings/notices: yandere male, obsession, manipulation, kidnapping, forced relationship, age gab (like the dragon is imortal and reader is a young adult), there is a child here, gn! reader, readers uses a cane later in the story, implied violence, implied death.

➥ yandere! dragon x gn! reader

➥ synopsis: the great dragon of the south never expected to become a caretaker of a human child, but luckily he has someone to help him with the task.

➥ a/n: did I love writing this one? yes. however, be warned that it takes a while to the yandere show up his tendencies as I try to make this one feel more ‘realistic’, to make the dragon slowly fall in love with reader with everything going on with their lifes. also, be aware this is quite long.

the great dragon of the south always lived by himself since the beginning of humanity. staying by his own lair on the coldest mountains, he spend most of his cleaning his treasures and watching the humans from a village nearby the mountains.

it’s a lonely life, but that was dragon made for, to live by themself til one day their bodies stop working and then to ascend to the afterlife. that’s what oberon’s ancestors told him, he is destined to be a lonely dragon til his last breath on earth, but that changed after a day.

during the coldest winter that passed in earth, oberon was waking throughout the abandoned path once used by merchants and to his surprise, he finds a human shelter. it’s destroyed, corpses are everywhere and so is blood. what did happened here? it couldn’t be simply raiders who attacked, the marks on the now dead bodies shows sharp claws and the scene is too messy to be made by humans.

his eyes notice one the tents moving, so he steps closer to see what is inside and he made a great discovery. a baby.

“oh, a tiny human.” shaping into his human form, oberon hold the children into his arms as gently as possible and analyze the little one. few drops of blood in their face and despite everything, they aren’t crying like he thought they would. “a brave one, i see…”

the first thing that came to his head was going to village nearby and hand the child to the people there, hoping to find a living relative to raise them. however, there is too much snow for him to travel and using his dragon form is out of question, it would only scary the villagers. so another idea came to his mind, he would take care of the child in meanwhile until the weather changes for good.

inside his lair, the great dragon managed to make a makeshift bed for the tiny human made of old vests and fur of ancient animals he once hunted for fun. despite not being the most appropriate place to a baby rest, the little one probably found to be comfortable as their eyes closed in seconds, leaving oberon alone with his thoughts.

why would an expedition bring a baby with them? any human should know how the cold mountains aren’t a suitable place for a newborn, but he can’t ask it as the child’s probably parents are dead, meaning that he will have to go the humans’ village soon.

the next morning, before the sun raise on the sky, oberon put the heaviest coat to cover his human form and the little one who rest on a handmade baby sling on his chest. with that, he began walking down the mountain and sing a sweet melody to the child stay calm during the trip, it’s working as the two made their way to the village.

step by the step and a three hours late, oberon arrived at the small village after a snowstorm had calm a little, luckily no house or building seems to be torn apart. and pulling the hood down, the baby awake by the soft light of the sun and their giggles made the dragon smile as both approach the closest house.

he knocks at the door and someone opens it quickly, “oh my! what are you doing in a weather like this? please, come in.” oberon enters the tiny house and takes off the hoodie when the door closed behind him. “take a cup of tea, dear traveler.”

the dragon observes how small is the house. the bed serves the same purpose of a couch to watch the fireplace and the only walls inside are the one to separe the bathroom from the rest of the home. it’s so small, but it’s fit a human to live in comfort on their own.

“thank you for let us in.” oberon sit on the edge of the bed, carefully holding the baby and put them to rest on the warm blankets. with his hands now free, he removes his heavy coat and grab a cup of tea to take a sip from it. “may I ask if you have anything to feed a child? if that isn’t too much to ask, my fruits are long gone to the child’s belly.”

“I do have some berries,” the gentle voice of the human make oberon smile, this person simply didn’t notice the horns on his head or they just don’t care at all? “and I think that I might have some strawberries that I brought some days ago…”

as you search for the fruits, oberon analysis the interior of the house. there are a few portraits on the walls, photos that include you with other people he believes to be your family. it’s something that oberon envy from most humans, they can have family and relationships without worrying about immortality, as they live together til the end. while dragons get to live forever with one at their side.

“here I found some, mr…”

“oberon, just oberon.”

a small basket of fruits is now at his side, waiting to be eaten by the time when the child wakes up later. for now, the two share true same roof til the snowstorm ends and for what it’s look, they will have to be together for a while.

“so, why did you came to the village? the snowstorm won’t stop anytime soon and bringing a child so young isn’t the best idea.” the human pour another cup of tea to the dragon before taking a seat on a close chair to take a better look at the baby. “this child isn’t your, am i right?”

“indeed. i found them at destroyed campsite at the mountains, their parents are long gone.” the smile on the human’s face vanish by his words, sad about the true reality of the baby’s parents. “i would take care of the child on my own, but i lack the ability to raise them as I don’t know to take care of another living being.”

oberon felt guilty for what he is going to say next, but he has too. “could you help me raise them? just for a brief amount of time and then i can leave afterwards.”

the humans stay quiet, taking about the proposal gave by the dragon, unaware of his true intentions, “well, it’s sound a good deal.” a smile grown on their lips, a tint red on their cheeks of the idea of getting close to the mysterious man.

“then it’s a deal, mx…?”

“call me [name] and you are?”

“oberon, just oberon.”

times goes on as oberon began to raise the little girl at your side, feeling happy knowing that you let stay at your home without expecting anything in return. it’s a generous act and the dragon knows that not many people would be as nice as you, so he makes sure to keep his value at your small house.

you continue doing the hard work such as cutting the wood for the fireplace to keep the house warm, fishing at the frozen river, going for the market to exchange your products to supplies for the cold winter, that’s your role in the house. while oberon become the main caregiver for the young girl, learning how to take of a baby who always need his attention, changing diapers and teaching her the old tales of mythological creatures he once meet in his dragon form.

life is going smooth, oberon can’t deny that. having someone to help him raise a human kid in an environment with other children sounds better than raising it at his lair, where no one would know their presence. but this life isn’t going too good for you, he can see the dark circles growing under your eyes for working long hours and he notice how sometimes the money wasn’t enough to cover the food, so you would just starve yourself to let him and the child eat. an generous, but foolish act as he doesn’t need to eat as much human does.

“you should eat more, oberon.” that you always say to him every time you give your barely touched plate of food to him. “taking care of a child on your own requires more energy than fishing.”

he tries to talk about it with you, but Oberon always lose the discussion as you give that sweet smile to him. the same smile you have when playing with the child after a long day of working, the very same smile that he has seeing for the last two years. you have endure so much because of him and the kid, oberon feels guilty about it. he sees himself as a failure for not giving or making your life easier, maybe things will change for good when the three of you start living at his lair back at the mountains.

it was another day of work for you and definitely it was exhausting as there war almost nothing that you fished today. the villagers didn’t brought any the tiny fishes you offered, but they felt compassion knowing that you are the sole provider of the house, so they handed you the food they didn’t sell. it was a great gift as you won’t ever forget about it.

going back to your home, you’ve expected to be welcome by the child’s hugs and oberon’s sweet words, asking about your work. however, that didn’t happened. walls empty of the many family’s portraits, the clothes oberon sewed missing, food is gone and the worse, none of them are here. almost like they were nothing, but hallucinations.

you yelled their name, searching the surrounding area of the cabin as the snow gets heavier and the wind colder. there are no footprints of them, no trace of they could’ve been, perhaps your mind is playing tricks. if so, how can you stop it and how can you find the two most important people of your life?

the idea of them simply vanish made you uncomfortable, made you cry in the middle of the snow and scream of frustration. things got worse and you have no idea of to fix it. but a thought came to mind, maybe they went to the village to buy firewood when you were out.

the small chance of seeing them made you get up from the cold snow and clean the tears away from face, ready to go back to the village and ask the others.

unfortunately that never happened.

claws met your shoulder and in a blink of eyes, a dragon began to fly away from your cabin. his wing flapping and creating strong winds as you desperately try to get away from it. you try to yell for help, but the dragon was too high in the sky to anyone hear you scream and no one would be a fool to help you in this situation. so you had no other option than just stay still and hope for the creature don’t drop you. the high ground made you dizzy and without option, your eyes closed by the moment you saw the clouds.

above the clouds and hide from danger, there is a lair of the great dragon do the south. he lives there’s along with two another people and those are his most important treasures, ones that he will never let it go.

the travelers brave enough to climb up there to exchange good with oberon, report the two people living with him are completely opposite.

the oldest, the spouse, always wearing the same expression in the face of tiredness. they use a cane to walk around the lair (now transformed into a cozy home) and some more aware travelers could see the scar on the spouse’s leg. it’s huge, definitely the reason why they need to use a cane to move.

some ask how them how was the accident, curious about the reason behind it. the spouse always replied there was a slippery ice that resulted in them becoming this way, yet some travelers doubt that by seeing fear in their eyes when answering it the dragon is always watching them talking with outsiders, but none pushed forward to know the truth.

and the second treasure is his daughter. an energetic and intelligent girl who is always reading about the world outside, dreaming to go out and explore the many places from the books she have read. her eyes sparkle whatever a traveler tell about the magnificent places she could visit when getting older and she is always writing in her journals about it.

and that’s what she did. finally of age, the little girl now grown as a smart and kind lady left the lair to adventure herself into the unknown. she doesn’t forget about to send magic letters (that literally just spawn at the lair) to her parents, telling about the world and the numerous cultures she has learned.

it’s great to know their daughter is doing okay, but for the great dragon, something is missing of the lair. it’s the silence that irritates him, the lack of a reason behind those make his spouse act happy and joyful with him and the fact they are begging to see the outside world again. it’s been years since the dragon let them walk at the mountain’s feet and the last time they did, the human tried something idiot and got to use the cane for their rest of their life.

they began to make him angry, always asking to be outside for just a little and they won’t stop talking about it! the dragon wanted to keep them occupied to ever think about it and so he found a way to chain them inside the lair once again.

one day, returning to the lair after flying around the southern region, the dragon brought someone else in his arms, a baby. the view of a small figure in the arms of their husband made the human just stare at it, fully scared to ask why there is blood on the child’s face, but brave enough to ask why he brought a kid to the lair.

“it’s our second born, my dear.” what? “you looked so sad after our daughter left, so I believe that being parents once again will make us happier, closer and of course, you will stop nagging about brainless things of going outside. now, you should give our baby a bath, right? I will make dinner for the three of us.”

@moonit3 writings

#yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere #anon #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere writing #yandere headcanons #yandere male #yandere dragon #yandere x gn reader #yandere x gender neutral reader #yandere hcs #yandere boy #yandere exophilia #yandere man #gender neutral insert #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader #my oc oberon #➥·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ moon writings

[lovelybrooke]

Could we get more interactions between imortal reader and Lucifer? Perhaps Lucifer trying to bond (he'd be super awkward lmao)

Look Lucifer is awkward, but he tries, and that's more than most the men in readers life.

Here's the thing, Lucifer might be awkward, but at least he tries to relate to the people he cares about. We saw how he acted with Charlie, he genuinely does care, it's just hard for him.

I think once Lucifer finds something to relate to with reader, he's really great to be around. Like we've talked about reader and them drawing, so I could see Lucifer and reader doing crafts together. Like he shows up to the Hotel and just beelines to reader with paper and glue so he hang out with them.

He definitely gives off the vibe of a parent who keeps everything their child makes, he probably still has Charlies drawings from when she was little. He totally keeps anything reader makes him and cries about it in private.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #platonic yandere hazbin hotel #yandere hazbin hotel

[idontknowwhatimdoinglol]

Yandere hera x reader (headcanons)

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if you manage to get hera as a yandere for you... well lets just say your hers and you will never have another person she doesn't approve of in your life ever.

you will constantly have one of her crows with you at all times. and she wont hide them either, she wants it to be known that your hers.

if you're hoping to be rescued you can forget it. no one is foolish enough to cross hera or go against her in anyway.

you will be dressed in the finest clothes that can be made. after all she wants you to look your best for her, her pet after all.

it doesn't matter if youre mortal or another goddess you wont stand a chance against her so its no use fighting her love. and if you do then well... she will put you in you place.

she will bring you everywhere with her, to meetings, strolls, feasts ad pretty much anything else. dont run either or you'll get floated around everywhere with her powers.

like the rest of the gods she will make you imortal if your mortal. she wouldn't stand losing you.

as seen in the show she has slight jealousy issues. so if you plan to flirt or talk to another then things wont end to well.

along with hera you may also attract other gods that are close with her as yanderes, most likely her son ares. and possibly if your lucky aphrodite.

on the yandere scale hera comes in at a solid 9/10. she will be kind and loving to you, as long as you obey of course.

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#bloodofzeus #bloodofzues #greekmythology #hera goddess #hera #hera x reader #yandere #yandere greek mythology #yandere blood of zeus #yandere hera #greek mythology headcanons #greek mythology

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Time for brain rot for honkai star rail

Reader as prhopet of aeon that represents the chaeos: aeon of chaos belives the universe as is it is chaotic and becose of that universe is perfect so anyone who wants to destroy the universe or make evryone imortal are enemy of chaos

As for how reader becomes the prophet of the aeon of chaos well that simple the chaos helped readers home planet in deafting the fragmentun monsters and reader and few other are the first of pepoles who chose to take path of chaos

And reader as the prophet has role of spreading the knowledge of chaos to more and more pepole in universe and is good at it

As for reader personality they are kind of like trailblazer or travler form genshin impact but if we chose most of the time the funny lines like calling painon emergency but they can be serious if the situation is died or if some one badmouth the aeon of chaos

Image reaction of pepole like bronya,fu xuan and sliver wolf

OHOHOHO...First Honkai: Star Rail post, here I come! Thanks for the brainrot, @zardas75 ! :)

Btw, I'm sorry—I deleted your previous brainrot due to my lack of motivation :') Hopefully this shall redeem myself!

Some context before we dive in: the "Prophet of Chaos" role is a title specifically for the soul that is chosen with the highest blessing of Chaos—given by the Aeon of Chaos themselves, Khaos.

The Prophet of Chaos's job is to spread word of the principles that the Aeon of Chaos heavily believes in. In Reader's home world, Erisnyx, the Prophet of Chaos also maintains the shrine estate that is dedicated to Khaos.

They don't mind anyone else that do not worship Khaos—so long as they behave themselves. Because they are blessed with the Path of Chaos, anyone who dares defy their words in the Shrine of Chaos will meet their unrestful doom.

You, the Reader, have decided to take a slight detour on the traditions, wanting to see the vast universe outside of Erisnyx while also maintaining your job as the Prophet of Chaos.

Naturally, when you meet others, religion isn't always going to be your first topic. Not even with friends, sometimes.

Prophet of Chaos!Reader with Bronya, SilverWolf, and Fu Xuan!

(Warning: May be OOC!)

Bronya Rand

The first time you both met, you were as chaotic as ever that Bronya was beginning to worry that you might cause trouble in Belebog.

Safe to say, she was relieved when you behaved yourself. Now you guys were friends—mainly because of you throwing your chaotic-self into her life. It's made quite the impact.

She's actually pretty glad that you're in her life lol. She isn't sure how she got someone with a nice yet chaotic balance such as yourself. You were basically the scale, the fine line, of chaos and peace.

When you randomly mention right out of the blue that you're actually a Prophet of Chaos—someone blessed by the Aeon of Chaos themself—she was kind of shocked. I mean, sure—she's seen stellarons and the trailblazer get...you know...but this was a little more different. You were completely normal, someone that anyone would assume to be just one of those "gremlin friends"

"So...Khaos causing chaos, simply because they believe the universe is chaotic and it's perfect that way?" "That's why trash cans are a miracle to walk upon."

Yes, that's how it goes. Your chaotic-self messing up Bronya's brain of comprehension. Not that she's complaining—she loves you the way you are :)

Fu Xuan

The moment she foresaw you in one of her divinitions, Fu Xuan thought she would have to deal with another, and perhaps even greater than the General himself, headache and nuisance.

When she first met you, though, she was surprised. You were not only chaotic, but very peaceful. You were a perfect balance—as if the hexagrams, the stars, and the planets have aligned perfectly, in harmony, forever and always.

Sure, you do give her a headache from time to time, but she's overall glad to have you for a friend (or something more 👀), even if you do do stupid things.

When you tell her that you were the Prophet selected by the Aeon of Chaos themself, Fu Xuan isn't exactly surprised. It doesn't take that much to connect the dots that you follow a specific aeon and their principles—following the Path of Chaos actually fits you, if she was being honest.

"I can certainly see how you fit your role, Y/N. You certainly have the personality and strong will to hold these principles to your heart." One of the few times she smiles, even if it is a small one. The Master Diviner is also highly interested of what you do back in your homeland, so please indulge her in a few stories on her break time!

Silver Wolf

When she first met you, she didn't think much about you. Not until you practically bombed your way into her path.

She absolutely loves your chaotic energy, even if she won't say it. Sure, sometimes they're a little too much, but it's endearing to be with people that interest you, no?

When she gets to know you better Silver Wolf is pretty intrigued of how you became the Prophet of Chaos. Did you have to go through trials? Challenges? Rites? What kind of stuff do you do? Where they that boring that you left your homeland?

"So the entire universe is just a perfect form of chaos?" Though her tone doesn't show it, Silver Wolf's perspective of this entire game that is the universe gets suddenly shifted when you're around now. It's like you can make even the most mundane and boring things into a grand invitation for an epic event that doesn't disappoint.

"Be sure to touch some grass." Silver Wolf also loves your sense of humor. You fit her gamer slang too well.

And we're done! I hope you enjoyed it :) Thank you for being my first HSR fanfic requester, Zardas75!

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[theemporium]

Vampire lando where you just found the cure (for imortality) and you guys have a conversation about him taking it and living a human life with you- moving into a safe neighbourhood, buying a house together and thinking about kids.

Just him experiencing this new domestic life that he can actually have, because he's lived like the last 200 years believing he'd never be able to settle down completely and have kids, and he's so happy that he can have that with reader

that’s so cute, stop it😭😭😭😭

and the way he would just be so giddy to grow old with you? to have a family if yous want? to live like humans? the boy would be so happy

#cece answers #vampire!lando #lando.thots

[lz-didyounotice]

Wrong Doctor

This gif do not belong to me.

Heyyyyy! How are you lots? So. This one took longer than expected, liked none of my drafts and ended up with a totally different story than what it once was… But in the end it turned out okay. This one takes place a few months before “An hymne to love”.  Sorry if the writing seems a bit funky.

Froggit-

Warning : english is not my first language. Lots of fluff, mention of kids going missing.

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The night enveloped her in a blanket of light, the moon casting its ethereal glow upon the valley. She pulled her jacket tighter around her, the chill creeping into her back as she stood in this tranquil surrounding. Her hair danced gently in the breeze, her eyes shut, savoring every subtle shift of the wind against her skin.

In that moment, barefoot and grounded, she reveled in the sensation of grass brushing against her, its touch both enchanting and soothing. The wind whispered softly, a silent companion as she indulged in dreams of a life among the stars.

She had intended to linger for hours, captivated by the celestial spectacle above, immersed in the profound silence of the night. Despite the creeping cold, her breath materialized in wisps of white her thoughts, consumed with whimsy, as she attempted to conjure ephemeral clouds with each exhalation, watching them dissipate into the darkness. To an outsider, she would have seemed to hang on a single string of sanity with only the calming movement of her chest and the shelter of her leather jacket for warmth. For her, the onset of winter was a long-awaited embrace, promising transformation as the yellowed fields would soon be blanketed in snow.

Breaking the silence, the faint sound of footsteps approached from behind. The rhythmic rustle of grass grew louder, drawing nearer . She kept her gaze fixed upon the heavens, as though committing every star to memory.

The stranger hesitated to speak, his attention taken by the beautiful figure he now stood next to. Her short, ginger hair glowed under the moonlight, her eyes bathed in a soft, bluish luminescence. As their eyes met, something ignited  within her as she beheld the familiarity of a man she had never expected to see again.

His unruly hair and long trench coat framed a face adorned with dark brown eyes, each holding the mysteries of the universe. A small smile graced her lips as she admired the beauty of his presence.

Breaking the silence, his voice, warm and soothing, punctuated the night. "A splendid night, wouldn't you agree?"

Gazing back at the stars, she could only nod in agreement. “Splendid doesn't begin to describe it,” she murmured. Sensing him gazing away, she inquired, "And what brings a gentleman like yourself out here in the middle of night?"

"I could ask you the same," he countered.

“I find… comfort in this place… Makes me think of home.,” she confessed.

Seemingly intrigued, he pressed further, “And what might be your name ?”

With a soft smile, she adjusted her short hair before responding. “You can call me ‘Sunny’. And you? What shall I call you?”

“I'm the Doctor.”

“The Doctor? Doctor who?” Her inquiry was tinged with playful curiosity, yearning to see the smile she once cherished.

“Just the Doctor,” he replied, a faint grin playing upon his lips.

“I had a friend who went by that name…” she reminisced.

Intrigued, the Doctor couldn't resist probing further. “What happened to him? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I had to go somewhere he could not follow…” she replied, truth trapped between her teeth .

“Did you tell him ? About where you were going ?” he inquired gently.

“It was the reason we met in the first place. He knew it would happen eventually. But I don’t think he was prepared for it…” she finally admitted.

The Doctor couldn't help but wonder about what remained unspoken. The possibility of meeting one of his future companions filling his hearts with warmth and curiosity . ‘Sunny’ sounded familiar. He was sure to have met her somewhere before but didn’t want to pry further.

“Anyway, have you seen something strange ‘round here recently ?” he inquired, redirecting the conversation.

“Besides you?” she teased.

“I'm being serious.”

“Well, not far from here lies a small village. There have been reports of missing children in recent weeks. What's most unsettling is that the parents seem to forget they ever had them in the first place.”

“How does one forget their own children?” the Doctor pondered aloud.

“I've wondered the same. And with no one reporting them missing, there's been little effort to find them. It's as though they vanish into thin air,” she explained.

“Now that’s dreadful. At least I know where to search.” the Doctor resolved, turning his full attention to her. “Do you happen to have a vehicle we could use to get to town  ?”

“If you ask so kindly, I might be able to lend a hand too. Come on” she offered with a warm smile, leading the way towards her home.

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Soon, a small cottage came into view, its white walls adorned with creeping vines, a charming composition of rustic brick and verdant foliage. Adjacent to it stood a barn, spacious enough to shelter two vehicles within.

Hurrying to the porch, the ginger-haired woman donned her shoes before darting towards the barn.

“I must warn you, there’s not only vehicles in there.” Finally opening the doors, a sort of large laboratory came into view. Filled with spare parts, prototypes made out of domestic machinery. The Doctor's eyes gleamed with a childlike fascination as he explored each and every invention he could put his hand on. “‘Careful with that, wouldn't want you to blow up anything.” she quipped, her tone lighthearted as she watched him tinker with her modified mixer.

"A bit rubbish, don't you think you could have used a different lens for these? The blast could be fuller." Searching for two helmets, the ginger haired girl tried to not be offended by the Doctor's comments. “I do with what I can find, Doctor. Anyway, most of them are just smaller scale machinery.” Finally finding what she was searching for, she tossed a black one to the timelord. “Catch! I hope you’re not afraid of speed my dear.” 

Looking confused, the doctor examined his helmet, and realized what they would be driving. “Oh- That’s brilliant!”

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Long had it been since she had such a thrilling adventure. Dodging monstrous aliens and unraveling mysteries alongside the Doctor. She even found herself yearning to join him aboard the TARDIS once more. Yet, she knew it was a temptation she couldn't succumb to, lest she alter the course of fate.

As they rode back on her motorbike, she relished the sensation of his arms encircling her, his laughter mingling with the rush of wind. His presence behind her, his warmth seeping through her, felt like a dream she never wanted to end.

Upon returning home, she resolved to embark on a journey of her own—a quest to reunite with her lost lover. But as the Doctor passed by the door, she invited him to share a cup of hot chocolate with her, an offer he accepted with eagerness.

Seated together on the couch, they savored each sip, savoring the fleeting moment of companionship.

“You know, your friend was lucky to have you by his side,” the Doctor remarked, his gaze thoughtful as he sipped his drink.

Smiling softly, she leaned closer, resting her head against his shoulder. “I believe I was the fortunate one. I only wish he could see himself as I see him.”

“And how do you see him?” he inquired earnestly.

“Can I be honest?”

“Of course.”

“A complete and utter idiot…” she confessed, her tone affectionate as laughter bubbled between them. “But a kind idiot.”

As their eyes met, an unspoken understanding passed between them, as if this moment was meant to be.

"I hope you find him soon. He must miss his companion," the Doctor remarked gently.

“I miss him too,” she whispered, her heart heavy with longing.

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The Tardis was Shimmering. Her to be slightly altered beauty, scratched from previous adventures. She had missed the feeling of  her wood beneath the skin, how comforting it actually was.

Standing outside of the TARDIS door, the Doctor had extended an offer for her to accompany him, albeit temporarily, but as much as she appreciated the offer, she knew her destiny lay elsewhere. 

“Before I go… Though I'm not supposed to know, could you perhaps share your name?” the man requested softly.

“I suppose it won't hurt,” she conceded, stepping closer. “I'm (Y/N).”

“It was a pleasure meeting you (Y/N)” he said with a wistful smile, finally setting foot into the blue box.

“And it was a pleasure to see you again, Doctor,” she replied.

And as the TARDIS vanished from sight, (Y/N) felt her heart swell with determination. She wanted to burst out, claim the very air in her lungs and scream out her farewell. Though tears welled in her eyes, they  weren’t tears of sadness, as hope came through. Hope to be in his arms, reunited with her beloved once again.

#doctor who x reader #doctor who x imortal reader #the doctor x reader #10th doctor x reader #doctor who #tenth doctor x reader #10th doctor x reader!oc

[verlaines-corner-archive]

I absolutely love your Death Wolf (Lobo Muerte) headcanons so much! You write so well done, i was reading the sfw alphabet, i know Muerte doesn't want kids because he don't wanna bury them, but what if the reader/yn is imortal,not a arrogant one, but they did tried to break this imortal thing,but never suceed, so in this case in mind, what if reader/yn what kids? I mean the kids would have the same immortality as reader/yn, does The Death Wolf would want or still not want kids? (Sorry, english is not my first language)

Thank you, I'm glad you liked it! And your english is fine dear :]

And this is an interesting question and one I've actually thought about before! Now if the reader was immortal Muerte would be more open to the idea of kids, but I think it depends on why the reader is immortal.

If Muerte's lover is immortal due to a curse or something of that ilk then no, Muerte would not want kids, as it not being natural would probably mean the kids themselves wouldn't be immortal.

If reader was born immortal, thus ensuring that the kids end up the same, then yeah! Muerte would be okay with having kids, though I think that would bring the worry of raising them into mind. Muerte would not be as present as he'd like to be and he knows this. Not to say he'd be absent as such, but due to his job and the nature of who he is he would be gone a fair bit and he knows that young kids might not be able to understand why/that it could mess with them.

But ultimately yeah, if Muerte could ensure that his kids couldn't die he'd be a lot more open to having them, though would still hold some trepidation towards it.

#thank you for asking ! #puss in boots x reader #puss in boots #puss in boots the last wish #death wolf #death puss in boots #death x reader #death #muerte x reader #muerte #chit chatting ♡

[cosmichoneibeee]

Dating Raze hcs

Warnings: malicious flirting, mentions of stealing and alcohol | Reader is GN

Raze would be interest in someone who fight for what they believe no matter what; who believe on what they do.

She really cares about the inside, the personality. You being that pretty cute pie just makes everything more interesting

She's friendly with mostly everyone, yes, but it's really hard to make her fall in love

So if she likes you, congrats

Confident Queen

So many cheesy pickup lines in her arsenal, she will throw them so randomly, some in Portuguese even if you don't understand. (Those are the naughty ones)

"[Y/n], did your license got suspended? Cuz you’re driving me crazy”

"If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put ‘U’ and ‘I’ together."

"[Y/N], dizem que fazer amor prolonga a vida, me dá uma chance que eu te faço imortal."*

Gekko and Reyna look shocked every time she dares to say stuff like that.

Words of affirmation and acts of services all the way, even if you’re not official yet

Anything you might need, she’s already doing for you. Her speed is really impressive

Astrology chick but with music. Once you tell her what genre you like, she already knows your personality, likes and dislikes, qualities, defects and other 32 artists that you might like.

Sharing lots of playlists together

Once your favourite artists releases new albums, she’s taking you to the disco store to buy a copy and she'll pay for it

She loves to take you to disco stores as a date, both looking for something knew to listen, have a few kisses here, hugs there

If you have courage, she'll take you with her to hardcore parties. She drinks like a sailor and dance like nobody is watching

It's a fun experience, but it's not for everybody, it's okay if it's not your type.

She's done some pretty criminal stuff, robberies, explosions, the whole list. So taking things for you from the places she goes with the Protocol is already a routine

She's brought a bit of everything: action figures, stuffed animals, food, shells, jewelry, rocks - anything that makes her think about you, she takes

Brimstone has fought with her a lot about it, but she can't stop

Her sketch book have so many draws related to you; your smile, your hands, your silhouette..

Loves when you pose just for her to draw

Breach makes fun of her for having a puppy love, shy smiles, holding hands...you two are disgusting

Lowkey pressuring her to confess

She likes you, you know that; you like her, she knows that, why does she need to verbally afirmate that?

She wanted to keep your relationship more discreet, just letting the friends knowing but it's Raze, in less than a week everyone knew about it.

Most agents think you're adorable, the rest just don't care enough

She'll claim titles with you one day, really, but for now, she's quite happy just calling you hers.

*"[Y/N], they say making love prolongs life, give me a chance and I'll make you immortal."

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[novelcain]

aeh, time for a few incorrect quotes because brain isnt braining as much as expected but the annoyment quota still needs to be met /j /lh

bajie: how stupid do you think i am?

reader: you really want an answer to that?

tripitaka: what is wrong with you?

reader: off the top of my head id say low self esteem, not much parental affection, and a genetic predisposition to depression and anxiety

tripitaka: reader is that even legal?

reader: when there's no cops around, anything's legal

taoist imortal: can your "science" explain why it rains

reader, exhasperated: yes! yes it can!

Wukong after reader basically says "anything's legal if you don't get caught": I like you more every day.

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Taoist immortal: Well then can your science explain the fucking DRAGON!? *points to giant weather dragon*

Reader: I-.... ok ya got me there.

Immortal: AH HA!

#i'm assuming this is 🎵 anon? #skittle answers #isekai'd to the west #journey to the west #sun wukong #wukong #journey to the west x reader #jttw #jttw x reader #sun wukong x reader

[lovelybrooke]

Would Alastor ever strike to make a deal with imortal reader? I think it would be an interesting concept to see him try though, not quite sure of the circumstances, but the rest of the crew, especially husk wound absolutely be very panicky if he ever tried.

Regards,🌹☀️

Okay so I've been thinking about this a lot and my answer is maybe...

Okay hear me out, Alastor doesn't have that much of a reason to want to take readers soul, at first. Like yes reader is interesting, but they don't provide him anything, they don't make him stronger, so I don't see him making a deal with reader at first.

HOWEVER, once he starts to become obsessed with reader and figures out their powers, it crosses his mind. He tries to find out a way to make you stay, and maybe, forcing your soul to be connected to him will keep you in hell permanently. It's not something he can prove really, but it's something he thinks about often, especially when you talk about your life of Earth.

I think if Alastor was to realize readers home life, he would manipulate reader and their trauma as a way of making Hell seem like the better option. Like, yeah Hell sucks, but at least your mother isn't here, right? He's constantly reminding you how many people care about you down here, and that if you just shake his hand, you'll never have to leave. He'll take care of you, he'll take care of everything, you just have to trust him.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #platonic yandere hazbin hotel #yandere hazbin hotel

[cupidddd-d]

hi! I'm new to Tumblr (yes I know it's 2023), so I don't know really how this works. I searched for the guide lines, so I hope everything is according. Could you do a imortal!reader child of Zeus/Jupiter that was a big hero during first world war (before the Grand Prophecy was made) and when the gods gave her the option of immortality (just like they did to Percy), she took it. Now, with a biological age of 20's, she passes her time teaching the new generation of heros from both camps, and acts like a mother figure (that most of them need, come on). I just wanted that platonic relationship, and someone that cares for the mental health of the characters, because THEY'RE CHILDREN. Thank you!!

yes omg this sounds so cool! tysm for requesting <3

"i-immortality?" you stuttered, your jaw dropping. you staggered back, dropping your sword with a loud clatter on the marble tile. "f-father, isn't this too much?"

nico

centuries later, you had grown out of your awkward phase. weathered by all the years, you moved with a kind of grace that made nymphs green with envy. your appearance was young, but your eyes were wary.

"nico, have you eaten yet?" you said tiredly, watching him take his anger out on a poor training dummy. "you're striking with too much strength. it's causing you to waste your energy, and that's why you get so tired after fighting."

nico's movements faltered, and he stared back at you. his eyes were wide, and he looked every inch like the child he really was. on the battlefield, he was a deadly blur of movement. but when he was still like this, you could see how his body was practically engulfed by the armor. even the training dummy seemed taller than him.

"my....dad, he said that i needed more practice. i can't disappoint him." he hesitated, looking at you unsurely.

"he'd be disappointed with himself if you passed out from exhaustion simply because you overexerted yourself after misunderstanding his words," you frowned, standing up and dusting yourself off. " i've known him for centuries, so i can assure you that hades would never regard one of his children so harshly. come, nico. we'll get breakfast."

percy

"-so you need to move your arm this way," you continued, demonstrating slowly and knocking the sword out of percy's hand. "see? i disarmed you in less than a minute. there, now try it on me."

he followed your movements, looking at you uncertainly as your sword fell on the sand with a soft thump.

"you did well, kid!" you nodded approvingly. "you're a faster learner than i was when i was your age,"

"i'm not a kid," percy complained, tossing your sword back to you. "i'm 17!"

"and i'm 587 years old as of last month. you're still a kid to me," you chuckled, catching your sword with ease. "besides, i'd imagine that it would be nice to be treated like a child, especially after having so many responsibilities from such a young age. you're still young, perseus. it's alright to want to be treated that way."

his protests fell quiet, and his arms hung loosely at his sides.

"goodbye, perseus. i'll see you soon," you smiled, gently ruffling your fingers through his hair as you passed him.

#gender neutral reader #gn reader #percy jackson #pjo series #pjo #pjo headcanon #nico di angelo #heroes of olympus #camp half blood #camp jupiter

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

It's me again, could you do the ilper egos (dark,host,heist,Wilford, Illinois,king and Google) with reader who is an forgotten exe (almost similar to sonic.exe) that has Imortality(along with other powers of your choosing) and can transfer from game to game and computer to console?

Dark

“So many souls, so little time~” You mock Sonic.EXE as you look within this entity’s collection of souls.

Unfortunately they’re far too broken for you to take. 

Dark was powerful enough to manipulate the technology you inhabited, able to turn off the game/computer or cover the screen in static to get you to shut up.

Though you just appear through the static and laugh.

You love taunting him and glitching to another device or console if he tries ignoring you

You remind him so much of Anti and it pisses him off.

Host

You can’t take his soul since he sold it long ago to be brought back to life.

Apparently his dealer “cheated” and took his eyesight too.

You almost pitied this man. Such a sad life he had..

Not to mention his sockets were cursed to forever bleed rivers of red, much like that demonic hedgehog.

Although he can’t see what you look like, he knows a lot about you and can sense where you are thanks to feeling static in the air.

So scaring him never usually succeeds.

Heist

He’s already a shapeshifter in a way (ie the Where in the World is Markiplier segment of ISWM 2).

So he declines your offer, which would’ve helped him create perfect disguises and given him the ability to impersonate people down to a T.

“Nah, I’d rather keep my soul thank you very much.”

“Well..you didn’t wanna be found by the authorities, right? I can make you disappear..or make them disappear instead so you can continue your thefts in peace.”

Despite your temptations, he refuses every time.

Wilford

As a “configuration of being”, of course he had to interview you!

“Sooooo you’re like one of those Sonic.EXEs Markimoo used to play back in the day??”

“First off, don’t compare me to that shmuck of a hedgehog or any of his copycats.”

“Ooh, touchy subject, huh? Now where has this bitter rivalry come from?”

“Ever since he made a name for himself on the Internet. Now he’s got an entire cult helping him gather souls! Meanwhile I’m left to rot and gotta settle with whatever souls he hasn’t already claimed.”

Wilford realized he just unlocked some lore(tm) and asks you about it further, becoming more and more fascinated.

You’ve seen his soul and...honestly you don’t want it. It’s too chaotic.

Besides he might “politely” stab you for trying to take it.

Illinois

Most likely did something to piss off the Cult of X (let’s say in this case they view you as a “lesser god”), like stealing one of their relics or old 90s gaming consoles you inhabited.

He accidentally freed you and you attempt to take his soul. But this dumb himbo is like “is my soul the only thing you’re after~?”

His lack of fear confuses you.

You try making him play the game you corrupted in an attempt to drive him mad, but he’s lost.

“How do I move,,can I jump here?? Sorry I never grew up with these video games.”

You move on, finding him boring now.

‘How can humans be so stupid..yet so handsome?’

King

Was probably messing with one of the younger egos’ gaming consoles and you appeared to him.

He almost runs out of the room, but then you make an offer to him.

“We’ve both been..forgotten, haven’t we? Don’t you miss the days where everybody loved you?”

“..I-I mean...yeah?” He slowly turns back around, interested. “But I still have my subjects-”

“I mean the human fans..the very ones that gave you life. Now they see you as a joke, a “running gag” on the channel. But what if I could make them all bow down to you again? All I ask is for one thing in return-”

However he doesn’t get to hear that part as the ego walks in and snaps at him for using their game and he skitters off.

Damn.

Google

You, seeing this glitchy outdated android: "It's free real estate".

He’s seemingly a perfect vessel for contacting humans with. So you take control of him for a while.

Unfortunately it’s not an easy transfer as his eyes immediately bleed oil everywhere and the security software eventually kicks you out.

Of course, since he contains no soul you find no point in being around him.

But from time to time you’ll slow down any updates he has or use Bing as a vessel to mess with him.

You annoy him a lot by hacking his computers, jumping from one device to another to impede his work.

#this ask came in at a good time bc im back on my sonic exe bs #clanask #iplier egos x reader #darkiplier x reader #the host x reader #heist mark x reader #wilford warfstache x reader #illinois x reader #king of the squirrels x reader #kots x reader #googleplier x reader #demon reader #monster reader #headcanons