#sap nap imagine

[electracraft]

Did you not see Sapnap playing scary games? Yes dying immediately

it’s not about the Scary it’s about the surviving instinct and i’m putting my faith in sapnap in outlasting dream crying in a corner and george collecting bags and looking backwards while being chased. i’m sorry i believe in him lasting more than 5 minutes okay .

#ask #anon #i feel like at one point they had the discussion of who would survive a zombie apocalypse and i think they said sap nap #or maybe i imagined it idk it was kind of a long time ago

[hisui-dreamer]

he lives in you

Characters: Leona, Floyd, Jamil, Lilia

Synopsis: You shared a night of passion with your lover before you left for the other side of the mirror, but fate's cruel hands strike once again as you realise you have to raise his child alone in your original world. Thankfully, your child is incredibly drawn to magic, and they opened a portal...?

Tags: slight angst, fluffy end because im a sap, fem reader, reader gives birth to a child, reunions, bot proofread

Word count: 2.4k+

Notes: uh i was practicing Japanese and researching Japanese names before writing this, so all my name ideas ended up in japanese? if it makes you uncomfortable, you can imagine that reader is japanese hehe

right in time for mother's day, so here's to a celebration of the motherly figures in our lives, blood related or not, for being there for us<3

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A few months passed as you settled back into your routine at home. Eventually, with the noticeable changes in your body, it dawned on you that you were with child—his child, your lover from the other side of the mirror whom you could no longer reach.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turn into months. You had adapted to the trials and tribulations of parenthood. Juggling the responsibilities of work, childcare, and household chores was no easy feat, but you found solace in the small moments of your child's growth and development.

Your child was a true joy to behold, a mirror image of their father in many ways, and you often see the ghost of your past lover in them. Having inherited his magic, your child experimented with their powers, leaving you to support them with what limited knowledge of magic that remained from your NRC days.

On one such experiment, your environment started to shift as a wave of magical energy engulfed you. When you opened your eyes again, he was there, right in front of you—

Hina (日来) with 日 meaning "sun, day" and 来 meaning "coming, future"

Leona reminded you of a shining sun that radiated warmth and light in your life, of how the it would surely shine again no matter how dark the night seemed, and so you named your daughter after that image

your daughter has the clearest emerald eyes and flowing dark brown locks that you often braided in a similar style to her father's

she's very energetic, always curious and asking questions, eager to learn more about the world around her

she's an obedient child, although she's eager to seek your affection and may whine a bit when things don't go her way

if there was one thing that was similar to the Leona you knew, it's that she's extremely clingy and constantly seeks physical affection, hugging your legs and asking for you to carry them any chance she has

and also the fact that she enjoyed her naps a bit too much

her lion ears are a bit of an issue in our world, but you often hide them with hoods, clever hair styling, or simply saying it's a costume

when you told her about the brilliant man her father is, she grew really excited about the possibility of meeting him, and started playing around with magic more to be like the intelligent mage he is

and then it happened, just an ordinary afternoon practicing magic had the two of you transported back to twisted wonderland, face to face to Leona

somehow, he had grown even more handsome in the years you hadn't seen him, but instead of his lazy smile, he looked confident and powerful, like the leader he was always meant to be

A sudden gust of magic swept through the air behind him as he raised his staff in response, only to immediately drop it in shock as your figure came into sight, and beside you, a small child that he had never seen before.

"Herbivore..." he whispered.

Without a second thought, Leona rushed towards you, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He felt a lump forming in his throat as he reached out to embrace you tightly.

"This better not be a dream," he murmured into the crook of your neck as he inhaled your scent. "It's really you."

after a tearful reunion and introduction, Leona quickly excuses himself from his duties with a quick meeting with Falena, and helps you and Hina settle into the palace

since you left, Leona's been working hard to do what he can do as per your promise with him

he's now in charge of foreign affairs and on better terms with his brother after much needed communication

he showers you in affection, he's even clingier than before that it almost starts a rivalry with your daughter

he puts in a lot of effort to spend time with Hina, learning her likes and dislikes and bonding over magic

uncle jack and ruggie are always fun to be around and play with her

though it wasn't his fault, leona feels guilty you had to bare the responsibility on your own for so long, and he puts in a lot of effort to make amends for any mistakes work to build a strong relationship with you two

he has a family now, and you're damn sure he'll protect it with his life

Leona looked down at Hina, feeling a sense of pride and wonder at the little girl standing before him. "Hey there," he said, his voice gentle. "Nice to meet ya, kiddo."

Hina stared at him, her eyes searching his face. "Are you my dad?" she asked, her voice small and uncertain.

Leona's heart ached at the question, knowing that he had missed so much of her life. "Yeah, I'm your dad," he said, reaching out to take her hand.

Hina looked at him for a moment before a smile spread across her face. "Can you show me magic?" she asked, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

Leona felt a sense of joy at her words, feeling a connection with her that he had never felt before. "Of course I can," he said, standing up and taking her hand. "What do you wanna see?"

Sakura (桜) meaning "cherry blossoms"

your daughter has sleek teal hair that reminds you of the sea, a single strand of dark hair, and mismatched eyes in the same manner as Floyd

Floyd had lovingly given you the nickname "Shrimpy", and it only felt right for your daughter to be named Sakura, after the tiny sakura-shrimp

she's incredibly mischievous and there's not a moment of silence with her, she's spontaneous and playful and you've got your hands full

though she is very considerate of you and will listen to your words, she's uncontrollable when she's bored and in need of a spark of interest

she's also a squeezer, much like her father, and hugs you every time she sees you or anyone she likes, and you're thankful her strength hasn't developed too much yet

she enjoys biting you, albeit gently, and you find your arms littered with bite marks, but it's her unique way of showing affection

her eel form won't show unless she's been in the water for too long (thankfully), and she enjoys squeezing you in her eel form even more

ever so curious, she's asked about her father many times, and you've told her how carefree and easygoing her father is, and that he'd love her the moment she saw her

which leads you to her magic actually teleporting you to him, her spontaneous idea having manifested itself, and you found in a dimly lit room similar to the Mostro Lounge

Floyd looked matured, his hair sleeked back and his features sharpened, though his wry smile that you loved had stayed the same

Floyd's eyes widened with shock and disbelief, and his steps quickened as he rushes towards you, his long arms outstretched in a gesture of longing. As he got closer, he noticed the beautiful and curious-looking child standing close to you.

"Shrimpy?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "No way... It's really you!"

Floyd pulled you close, holding you tightly as if he never wanted to let go. "I missed ya so much, I wish I hadn't let ya go," he said, his voice choked with emotion as tears threatened to spill. "You're not allowed to leave again, okay?"

Floyd is so ecstatic he can't stand still, once he's calmed down a bit, be immediately carries Sakura and drags you to Jade and Azul

Azul and Jade are pleasantly surprised at your return, and it's a warm welcome back

the two of them are glad Floyd won't be moping any time soon

the trio have now expanded into a franchise and divulged into many businesses, though Floyd largely acts as Azul's right-hand man

Now that you're back, he refuses to be apart from you, always holding onto you tightly and afraid you might disappear just like how suddenly you appeared

he does get mood swings where he's upset or angry, not at you though, just at how unfair things were and how he couldn't be there for you

he's a good eel who does everything to make sure you and Sakura are happy and comfortable, often cooking meals for you two

he's so curious about Sakura and enjoys playing with her and lifting her high up in the air

don't worry, he's extremely careful, this precious gem is why you got back to him!

Jade is the best uncle and Sakura wants to marry him??? (honestly same)

poor Azul is getting pranked by the daughter- father duo, though Sakura does comfort him afterwards with squeezes and kissss

Floyd looked down at Sakura, and he saw her staring back at him with wide, curious eyes in the opposite colours of his eyes. Though she resembled him physically, there was an air about her that was so distinctly his Shrimpy.

"Heya," Floyd said, trying to sound friendly. "I'm your dad."

Sakura giggled and reached out to him, her tiny hands grasping at his hands. Floyd froze, not sure what to do, letting her yand his hand forward. But then, she opened her mouth and bit down on finger.

"Hey!" Floyd cried, pulling back in surprise.

Sakura just laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Floyd couldn't help but laugh too, despite the pain in his finger.

"Yer a feisty one, aren't ya, Sakura-shrimpy?" he teased, grinning down at her as he ruffled her hair. "You know," he whispered, "you can't just go around biting people like that. But I like your style."

Isami (功己) 功 meaning "achievement, credit, honour, merits" and 己 meaning "self, serpent, snake."

your son has smooth ebony locks and sharp grey eyes that make him look slightly intimidating

Jamil had shown you how much he valued his achievements over his social status, so you chose a name the could embody him

he's a quiet child who's always attentive and careful

he's rather shy in front of other people, but when it's you he'll soak up all of your affection and stare at you with longing eyes seeking praise

he's a cute helper at home too! he always volunteers to help you with chores and cook in the kitchen, though you're careful he's not close to anything sharp or dangerous

he does have an inherent fear of bugs, something he's inherited from Jamil, but thankfully you've taught him to be less destructive than his father

do expect screams and for him to be crying as a little fly chases him around though

he's incredibly smart and talented at magic, easily grasping the concepts of magic you can only teach him theoretically

when you told him about his father, you've told him about the diligent man that his father is, and how would let his guard down around those he treasured

he had listened quietly without much of a change in his expression, but you could tell there was a bubbling excitement building up in his eyes

and no long after that, he managed to teleport the two of you to a warm, airy room of marble walls

Jamil's features had sharpened, he seemed more openly confident and comfortable with himself

Jamil's heart skipped a beat as he saw you. It had been five years since he bid your farewell at the mirror chamber and lost you forever. And yet here you were standing here in front of him with a child in tow, a child who resembled him so much.

"It can't be..." he murmurs.

Without hesitation, Jamil dropped all the papers and rushed towards you, his heart pounding furiously. His eyes locked with yours, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. He could see the love and longing still shining in your eyes, and he knew deep down that he had never stopped loving you.

Jamil couldn't stop the tears that began streaming down his face. "I've missed you so much," he said, his voice raspy. "Letting you go is the worst decision I've ever made." He reached out and pulling you into a tight embrace, his arms shaking with emotions.

he's a bit overwhelmed but still so thankful you're back in his life

Kalim barges in at this time and exclaims in surprise at your return and ??? OMG JAMIL YOU HAVE A SON?!!

Jamil has half a mind to dissuade him from holding a banquet immediately to welcome you back, and instead take things slow to not overwhelm you or Isami

asks Kalim for some privacy and the second he's away, he melts into your embrace

he hasn't felt so at ease in so long

if he wakes up in the morning and you're not right there beside him, he's panicking and searching all over the place for some confirmation you're still here

he's very curious about Isami and asks him all sorts of questions to piece together his development and personality

they definitely have a rivalry over who's braver over bugs but it just ends up with the two hugging you for safety

he's a bit awkward with how careful he is with his emotions, so it takes Isami some time to fully trust him

but trust me, Jamil will go above and beyond for his family and there's no way Isami will have to endure what Jamil did in his childhood

Jamil's eyes widened in surprise and wonder. He couldn't believe that they had created a life together. He knelt down to the Isami' eye level and looked into his eyes. "Hello there," he said, his voice gentle and warm. "What's your name?"

Isami starred back at him, his eyes wide with distrust and caution before he buried his face in your legs. Jamil chuckled softly. "It's okay," he comforted. "You don't have to be shy around me. I'm your dad."

Isami looked up at him again, this time with a mix of curiosity and wonder. "Daddy?" they said, testing the word out.

Jamil smiled warmly as nodded, his heart swelling with love and joy. "Yes, daddy," he parroted. "And I promise I'm never going to leave you or your mommy again."

Yuri (百合) meaning "lily"

Lilia's name always reminded you for lily flowers, and what better name for your daughter to embody him?

your daughter has straight raven hair with some of the hair flipping upwards resembling two horns, angular fae ears, and bright crimson eyes

she's always up for pranks and mischief, it's rare to see her without a smile

she loves exploring places, if you keep your eyes off her for one second, she's letting her curiosity take her to whatever she wants

if you're serious and stern though, she will listen to you, she wouldn't dare make her mother upset!

she's friendly with everyone and isn't shy to say hi to neighbors or absolute strangers

she's not overly affectionate, but she definitely enjoys hugs and kisses from you

she has an odd habit of taking stray animals back home in an attempt to adopt them, so you have little adventures with her trying to find an owner

do not let her in the kitchen

she has surely inherited her father's cooking abilities, somehow, she can render even a piece of toast beyond human consumption

magic comes as second nature to her, and she's always standing on ceilings

gosh her eyes absolutely sparkled when you told her about the teasing and mischievous fae that is her father

and soon, the portal opened and you found yourself in a gothic castle lit up by green candles

He's a lot taller, his hair longer and reaching his waist, and more enchanting than ever

Lilia stood in shock as your family figure come into sight. In all his years of living, he had never been so utterly stunned. After all these years, you had finally returned to him.

"Beastie..." Lilia gasped, his voice catching in his throat.

With a surge of energy, Lilia broke free from the trance-like state and hurried towards you, his hair streaming behind him like a dark flag as he enveloped you tightly in his embrace. "After all these years, you've truly come back to me?"

Carefully, Lilia held you at arm's length, studying your matured features, etching them into his memory like a cherished work of art. His eyes traced the lines and contours of your face, memorizing every detail that time had etched upon you.

"My, how you've grown," Lilia murmured, a mix of pride and wistfulness coloring his words. "The years have shaped you into a remarkable individual."

it's family reunion time!!!

he immediately drags you to the throne room where malleus, silver and sebek are

malleus is now king with two incredibly reliable bodyguards, and Lilia's his most trusted advisor

malleus is so glad his dear human friend is back, silver is satisfied that his father will have someone to be with, and sebek is screaming about Yuri, though she enjoys his loudness

for a while, Lilia is extremely affectionate, trying to make up for all the years that had gone by

when you're sleeping together at night, he hugs you tightly and it's difficult to leave his embrace

he definitely tries to cook for you two, going on and on about how the two of you need to stay healthy and need lots of nutrients

you always volunteer your portion for Yuri, and she'll gladly eat whatever her father has cooked for her

silver is an older brother often on babysitting duty, and Yuri loves watching him spar with sebek and also wants to learn

Sebek is quite fond of Yuri, and he sees his half-fae self in her

Lilia is always trying to fun with Yuri, bouncing her high up in the air and teaching her to hang upside down and swing around

plans so many family vacations, he can't wait to be exploring places with his two darlings

"Is she... ours?" Lilia asked. At your nod, he reached out to caress Yuri's cheek, his touch gentle as if he were touching fragile porcelain.

"Well, I'll be damned," Lilia chuckled, his voice cracking with emotion. "I never thought I'd be a father again. But I'm glad to meet you, little one. What's your name?"

Yuri giggled and and beamed at his touch. "My name's Yuri," she said, her voice sweet as honey.

"Yuri," Lilia repeated, his heart swelling with emotion. "What a beautiful name for my beautiful girl," he reached up to fondle her hair. "You know, Yuri," Lilia said, his voice growing serious. "I may not have been there for you when you were born, but I promise I'll always be here for you from now on. No matter what happens, I'm your father, and I'll always love you darling."

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[aka-indulgence]

Now all I can imagine is the pirates stealing reader away and Sans just shows up and is met with a villager which he’s uninterested in until they’re like like “Um…some pirates kidnapped your wife…please don’t eat me.” and then Sans is just like “They WHAT?!”

Somewhere far away, the captain feels his sins crawling down his back.

Yes yes EXACTLY!! That’s what I thought when I was writing it

You meet with Sans almost every day. Though there are days where you don’t appear at the cliffside to meet him, usually you’ll come back the day after, or have already told him that you were going to be busy the day before.

(Of course he still comes, and though he’ll be sad, he’s not too broken up about it.)

But then you were gone for a day… then two… than three… the more he doesn’t see you the more agitated he becomes. He’ll rise up to the cliff and wait for hours on end. He’ll be there in the morning, leave, and come back at night.

It’s clear to the villagers that their Local Kraken is becoming upset, agitated even. They’re haunted at night by his cries and wails of despair at night.

After about a week he’s in anguish, storm clouds have gathered above the sea and the shores around it as Sans cries, not knowing what happened to his beloved human. The villagers get more and more frightful… sure when you were here he was as ‘harmless’ as a puppy, but without you it’s almost like he’s turned back to that unknown beast that come from the inky black depths.

Eventually they’re scared enough that instead of trembling in fear and avoiding the shore like a dead zone, they decide the longer the monster doesn’t have his gf the more likely he’s going to destroy everything- so they send one person to the cliffside.

At first Sans is excited to see a human on the cliff, but quickly realizes that it isn’t you. The small peek of sun is quickly covered by swirling clouds. It’s visible both in the sky and on his face, and the poor sap that was sent to talk to him is shaking in their boots. The dark anger on his face makes it look like he’s going to eat them or something (when really he’s uninterested), so they quickly blurt out:

“Sir… s-sir kraken! Please don’t eat me, I’ve come t-tp tell you that p-pirates have st-tolen your wife…?”

Sans was just about leaving when he hears it. He goes from despairing to rage. He grips the cliff until his phalanges dug deep grooves into it and yells (in their head), “WHERE DID THEY TAKE HER?!”

They blurt out in fear and quickly run away as Sans’ eyelights turn an angry red, practically roaring into the sky as lightning strikes, tentacles knocking boulders and upsets the shore as they sway violently.

His roar is heard far across the ocean… on a pirate ship, you wake up from a nap in your makeshift prison and a shudder runs along the captain’s spine.

“What been that, Cap’n?”

“... It’s probably nothing, maybe a clap o’ thunder. Get aft to work, lad.”

#kraken sans #ask #idk how my pirate lingo is doing sdjhf #villagers: DONT TAKE THE GIRL SHE'S THE KRAKEN'S WIFE #Captain: cap #villagers: D: #Sans: :] where's my wife #villagers: *points at the pirate ship* he did #Sans: hahahaha *die*

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Dieter Bravo and the Sundance Queen

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 3, 064

Summary: you go to Sundance where Dieter is promoting the film where you two met

(This is early in their relationship so check out the masterlist to figure out the timeline)

Warnings: mild swearing, so much pining for each other, Dieter gets drunk and does adorably silly stuff

“Fuck it’s cold.”

“It’s not that cold.”

“I think my snot has turned into icicles.”

The snow was gathering around you, picturesque in the town of Park City, Utah. You were here for the Sundance Film Festival. Dieter was here to promote Sap of Justice while you were just along to watch some films you had your eye on, most of them horror of course. He arrived a few days earlier to do all the usual promotion stuff required of an actor. You managed to get the Friday off but and the flight was at a reasonable hour of the morning, but you still slept badly the night before and the traffic was terrible and then the flight was delayed. You only managed to nap once you actually got on the plane so by the time you got there you were somewhat tired and hungry.

Dieter had a nice room booked and offered to share it with you, knowing you would probably not get a better choice of accommodation. He told you he would book the room with your name as well as one his pseudonyms which you should be able to recognise. At the desk, you gave your name to the receptionist and after a few tense seconds, they said “Yes, you’re staying with Abraham DeLacey.” You nodded and received your room key. Dieter opened the door as soon as you knocked.

“Thomas O’Malley, I presume?”

“You got my reference?”

“Well, you sing the song all the time.”

He led you into the room, taking your small bag. It had a rustic lodge feel, the fireplace definitely adding to the cosy feeling. And the huge bed was very inviting in its plush warmth.

“I’m sorry but there’s only one bed but I can take the couch if you want?”

“We can share, it’s big enough.”

“Are you sure?”

“Well, it’ll get cold at night, so we’ll have to snuggle together for warmth.”

“The hotel has central heating, and the fireplace gets pretty warm and…oh.” He pulled you into a hug, “You’re fine sharing? I’m a bit of a cuddler.”

“Really? I haven’t noticed.” You would have stayed in his embrace for eternity, but your stomach said otherwise.

“When did you last eat?”

“Well,” you paused for remembrance. “I get this waiting anxiety thing at airports, so I managed a sandwich at some point.”

He sighed lovingly, “Someone needs feeding. I happened to have organised a nice surprise for you.”

*****

He took you down to the hotel’s restaurant and led you through a cosy private booth all set up.

“Is that cheese?” you were staring into a pool of melted cheese, “Is this all for me?”

“Well the fondue is meant to be for two-“ but you had already speared a piece of bread, dipped it into the cheese and shoved the melty goodness into your eager mouth. You bounced up and down, almost dancing with the happiness you were feeling.

“So it’s good?”

“I’m so happy I could cry!”

He couldn’t help but smile and took a piece of cheese dipped bread that you handed out to him. He wasn’t as bouncy as you but could definitely agree that it was heavenly in taste.

“Your hair has grown out.”

Dieter ran a hand through his hair. It had been a while since the two of you saw each other.

“Yeah it probably looks messy.”

“No, I like the curls,” you really wanted to run your hands where his were. “I bet you looked adorable as a baby with those curls.”

“Probably,” he sighed. “I’m pretty sure curls run in the family.”

“I bet if you had babies, they would have the most adorable curls.”

“Maybe.” He was imagining you having those babies of his and he felt a strange new warmth within him.

Exhaustion came and punched you in the face unexpectedly, so you were wanting an early night. The warmth of the bed was helping you fall asleep, but Dieter seemed wide awake next to you.

“Are you okay Dieter?”

“Oh no, I’m keeping you awake, aren’t I?”

“Just a little bit.”

“Sorry, I’m just worried about this Q & A tomorrow.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, it’ll just be on my mind all night.”

“You just need a distraction.”

“Does it involve kissing?”

“It won’t occupy you all night. No, what I’m thinking is you need a question so difficult to answer you’ll be thinking about it all night.”

“Okay, I’m intrigued.”

You got up a little to deliver the question, “What is the better adaptation? Muppets Treasure Island or Treasure Planet?”

“Muppets Treasure Island or Treasure Planet?” he emphasised the ‘or’, “Or? OR?! Why would you make me choose between two masterpieces? Oh, it’s working.”

He snuggled up next to you, kissed your cheek good night and the both of you went to sleep.

*****

Dieter woke up suddenly feeling like the life was getting squeezed out of him. He could work out that you were clinging to him very tightly. He shuffled across the bed which managed to loosen the death grip you had on him. It worked for only two seconds as you clung tightly to him again. He moved over again but again you gripped him tightly and soon he ran out of bed. You were awoken by a muffled yell and thud and reached out to turn on the light to find out but could feel only bed. You reached to the other side of the bed and turned on the light and found Dieter lying on the ground with his legs still tangled in the sheets.

“Are you okay?”

A very tentative’ yeah’ came from the floor. He managed to untangle himself and got himself back into bed.

“Did I kick you out?”

“No, you sort of squished me.” Your confused expression needed more of an explanation, so he continued. “You were sort of aggressively cuddling me.”

You covered your mouth in shock “I’m so sorry, I’ve never done that before.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’ve never wanted to cuddle with anyone before. You’re just so soft and warm my subconscious must’ve, I really didn’t mean to.” You were almost on the verge of tears in embarrassment. Dieter gently held your arms and kissed your forehead.

“Hey, it’s fine. It’s kind of adorable really.”

“No, it’s-“ he interrupted you with a hug.

“It is. We just need to work on less of a death grip.”

“I’m the anaconda.”

“Well, you haven’t tried to eat me so that’s a good thing.” That brought a laugh out of you. “Maybe I should try being the big spoon?”

You nodded so you both shuffled in bed until Dieter was holding you from behind. He kissed the back of your neck which tickled from his scruffy beard. This happy comfortable arrangement helped the two of you drift off into sleep.

*****

Dieter woke up but it was not from being squished, it was just normal consciousness from morning.  His arms were still wrapped around you, and he was very much enjoying everything about it. He could definitely get used to this. The only thing upsetting the cosy atmosphere was a certain part of Dieter’s anatomy. Let’s just say it was very happy this morning, would you believe it? He hadn’t woken up with one in a while and it was probably the lovely smell of your hair that may have set him off. You shifted in your sleep, pushing yourself further into Dieter and he was growing more uncomfortable. He really didn’t want you to wake up and feel him pressed up against you. He gently removed himself from you and quietly got out of bed. Maybe some cold air would help.

You awoke to an empty bed. The bed was still warm but there was a certain softness lacking and it wasn’t until your turned around to find that there was no boyfriend next to you. You didn’t have to worry long as Dieter came through the door a few minutes later. You got out of bed to greet him.

“Morning, honey cakes.”

“Morning Dieter.”

You noticed he placed a few bags on the table.

“When did you get up?”

“I’m not sure. I felt like a walk and decided to get breakfast. There’s hot chocolate or some juice thing and…”

“Did I squish you again last night?”

“No.”

“Because I’m still sorry about that.”

He reassured you with a hug, “And I’m still saying it’s fine. Now, do you want a breakfast sandwich or one of these several pastries?”

“You’re making me choose? Is this some kind of revenge for that question I gave you last night?”

“That question which is possibly the most evil question in existence? Maybe.”

You both just started laughing and you kissed his cheek, “I’m probably going to have to take these to go. My first film starts soon.”

Dieter’s face dropped in sadness at that but did his best not to show it. “I can pack you a bag?”

“That would be lovely!” you kissed his nose and then hopped to the bathroom to change. His nose was kissed again before leaving. “I’ll be there for your Q & A.” All he could do was nod.

*****

The room was packed, the heat becoming more stifling. Dieter played with his collar and hoped his sweaty face wasn’t obvious. He kept scanning the crowd, hoping to see your face but it was only at the last second did he see you. You had managed to get through the door at the last possible second and gave him a little wave which made him smile.

It turns out a lot of people really enjoyed Sap of Justice and only had good things to say. This eased the tension knotted up in Dieter, but he still didn’t enjoy the questions coming at him.

The next person was handed the microphone and asked, “I was wondering about the scene where a piece of your skin came off and it was all bloody sap. Just wondering if that was a practical or special effect?”

“It was all practical.”

“Do you know how it was done?”

“Our make-up artist is in the audience if you’d like to ask her.”

You felt eyes upon you as you walked upon the stage. Dieter gave you his seat and microphone and you spent the next few minutes answering questions about the special effects makeup you did for the film. The unobservant didn’t notice that Dieter was off to the side looking both proud and very in love.

You couldn’t stay for very long afterwards as you had your next film screening to go to. Dieter’s face dropped into sadness. The rest of his day was busy with all his promotional work and various photoshoots but eventually he was let go and he went straight back to his room. He was cosied up on the couch with the remains of room service when you came through the door.

“Hi,” you immediately snuggled up to him on the couch.

“Hi,” he kissed your cheek.

“How was the rest of your day?”

“Oh, it wasn’t bad. All the usual actor stuff. I was given some nibbles to nibble on, but I was still hungry, so I got room service. There’re leftovers if you’d like them.”

You approached them with delight and happily devoured them.

“So, how were all the films?” he asked.

You put down your fork, “Really good. The first one was amazing and set too high a standard for the others. The second one was based on a short film and really didn’t quite work in the long form. The third one was predictable in a good way.”

You were too excited to notice that Dieter had his classic puppy dog eyes on you.

“The first film I saw was Sap of Justice.”

He did and internal double take, “What?”

“Yeah, it was really good. You’re a really good actor.”

“Wait, have you not seen any of my films before?”

You shook your head, “You haven’t done any horror films so…no.”

The silence would have been awkward but you both started laughing.

“Should I watch your other films?”

“I wouldn’t. I never watch my films.”

“You don’t?”

“Nope, just wipe and flush.”

Again, you both started laughing.

The rest of the evening was spent in simple act of domesticity. This hint at a regular happy life brought about in Dieter a desire he didn’t realise he was wanting his whole life.

*****

Consciousness slowly nudged at Dieter. As he blinked his eyes awake, he realised he wasn’t being cuddled to death. He was once again being the big spoon so he could breathe in your scent. His bladder tore him away from you and your lovely smell. He very gently sneaked out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, not even flushing for fear it would wake you. Crawling back into bed, he noticed you had shifted slightly so he just watched you sleep. Not in a creepy way the way a serial killer in a slasher film would. This was him watching you sleep because he knew he was definitely falling in love with you. Suddenly you shifted in your sleep, your arm hitting Dieter on the chest. The soft snort you gave out while moving was probably the most adorable thing Dieter had ever heard and he knew for certain that he was in love with you.

You slowly stretched as you woke up, the warmth was too tempting to bring you back into slumber. As your eyes adjusted, you noticed that Dieter was doing his best not to look like he was watching you sleep.

“Morning,” you said.

“Morning honey cakes,” he nudged his nose close, silently asking permission to kiss you which you allowed.

The two of you just ley together in bed, your lips gently touching. Dieter revelled in this tenderness, and you felt safe in his arms. The kissing went on for longer than it had before, and you wanted more. Your fingers finally ran through his curly hair, pulling him closer. This was as physically close you had been with him and none of it felt wrong and you weren’t afraid if it went further.

But there was a knock at the door, but Dieter ignored it. Until the knocking became louder.

“Can’t a man kiss his girlfriend in peace?” He angrily got out of bed and opened the door with his usual gruffness.

“What?”

It was his manager. “Bravo. Some producers were impressed with your film and want to talk to you about future projects.”

“Now?”

“Now,” he said it like it was obvious. “Say goodbye to your random hookup and be downstairs in five.”

“Can I have twenty minutes?”

“You’ve got ten.”

Dieter closed the door without saying goodbye. He immediately wrapped himself around you.

“You’re not some random hookup.”

“I know.”

“You’re so much more than that.”

You spent what must have been five minutes just staring at each other, knowing you soon would part. He felt the tug of obligation pulling him from the bed and quickly cleaned himself off in the bathroom. Coming back into the room, he pulled off his shirt, throwing it onto the bed and put on a clean one. He was contemplating which sweater to put on.

It was the first time you had properly seen him shirtless and you had to admit you were enjoying the view. His broadness of his back was so inviting it was begging to be kissed.

“I’d go for the green one,” you pointed.

“Really?”

“Really really. The colour looks good one you.”

He put it on and sat next to you on the bed. “So can I see you later?”

“Oh sorry, I’ve got a film to go to and then I have to get my plane.”

He was struggling to find the words. “Um, you can order room service if you want. Order anything.”

“Okay,” you were struggling to find words.

He kissed you and spent way too long parting from your lips.

“I’ll…miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, Dieter.”

*****

The flight back was probably worse than the one out to Sundance. The anxiety was now filled with longing. By the time you got home it was night.

The night brought with it darkness and sadness. You felt so empty now. Empty of the warmth you felt from protective arms. An agony was aching in your chest, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to cry or not. You moved over to your bag and pulled out something. It was the shirt that Dieter carelessly threw onto the bed back at the hotel. You weren’t sure if he would notice its disappearance, but you didn’t care. You breathed in his scent, missing him so much. You fell asleep trying to imagine he was next to you.

*****

Dieter walked into his hotel room and noticed you weren’t there. He was slightly buzzed as champagne was handed out in celebration so he couldn’t help but have a glass or two. He was offered many lucrative parts in upcoming jobs but you weren’t around so his happiness was just a façade.

He fell onto the bed and rolled over to what was your side of the bed. He sniffed your pillow, but no familiar scent graced his nose and he whined, swatting at the pillow like a puppy. He couldn’t smell you and it made him sad. You weren’t here and it made him sad. You were home and he missed you.

He wondered if you’d be home yet. He looked around for his phone and somehow, he managed to find it in his drunken state. He listened to the dull ringing but instead of hearing your voice, it was just that annoying voice saying that the call couldn’t be taken at this time. There was no harm in leaving a message he decided.

“Hey…it’s me…are you there? Oh wait, you’d be asleep, sorry. You’re so pretty when you sleep. I like watching you sleep. Not in a creepy way, in a…not creepy way. I wish you were here, no…I wish I was there because you’re there. Oh, I love you. Love you, love you, love you. And I wish I was there watching you sleep in a not creepy way. I should let you sleep now, okay? Love you…it’s Dieter by the way…”

Lovingly tagging @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @chaithetics @myloveistoolittle @cevans-is-classic @glshmbl @cupcakehp @gswizzsstuff

#pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #dieter x honey cakes #love of horror fanfic #love of horror universe #love of horror #dieter bravo #dieter x reader #the bubble netflix #the bubble

[galaxy-lilies]

Karlnapity tattoo thoughts!

Sapnap is scared of needles and even though everyone has told him it's a totally different sensation, he's very hesitant to get tattoos bc of it.

Karl has his joke hand puppet tattoo

Quackity has full sleeves on both arms, telling the story of his life. His right knuckles each have a card suit, with a joker symbol on the thumb

The fiances go to get matching tattoos, each one gets a symbol of the other two, right on their left ring fingers (just in case the rings get lost (Karl) or stolen (Q) or melted (Sap))

Angstier tattoo ideas:

Quackity loses his wings in a very whumpy way that I'm too buzzed to think of right now, so he gets big huge intricate wings tattooed over his back

The fiances joke about Karl getting lost so often he should get "if found, please return to Quackity and Sapnap" tattooed on his arm. They would regret that just being a joke as Karl's memory fades and he can't remember why he has a little duck and a flame tattooed on one of his fingers

ANON I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THESE HEADCANONS!!!

karl and his hand puppet tattoo is always iconic and im just imagining during the session where theyre getting matching tattoos both sap and karl are like >_>;; about the needles while Q is just like "this is a walk in the park." He still comforts them though.

Since they cant really preen but Q still sometimes has the instinct to, karl and sap love to trace his huge tattoo on his back and initially he tensed because it brought back memories of the pain but the gentle touches and the cool feeling of karl's rings and the warm feeling of sap's hands against his back he slowly but surely relaxed.

Could you imagine if Karl liked to poke and trace the flame and duck tattoos to calm himself or just as a distraction thing so when he subconsciously starts to do it in a high stress moment there's a brief second where he realizes he doesnt know why there was a duck and flame tattoo there.

With Q with huge sleeves of tattoos not all of them are colored so sometimes he wakes up from a nap with karl sat by the bed / couch and just coloring in some of the tattoos for shits and giggles. Q is looking at him like "wtf dude" but it only earns a laugh from karl who always asked if Q liked his handiwork

"I even added my own additions!" "...Do i even want to know what that shape is?" "It's a mushroom Q, get your head out of the gutter."

#indie rambles #indierambles #anonymous #karl jacobs #sapnap #quackity #karlnapity #anon i am holding these headcanons so close to my heart this made my day

[kazewhara]

ok hear me out. im imagining college au kazuha..who always goes out with you to get you coffee at 7 am i the morning…who always wakes you up when you’re starting to fall asleep during lectures…who always walks you to your next class…and at the end of a stressful day, you go to his house and cuddle with him till you both fall asleep. kazuha just sounds so caring omgg <3

college au!kazuha who...

...despite his not being a morning person, routinely comes to your apartment and spends the morning with you. more often than not, he's catching up on sleep while you get ready. he'll sit at your table with his head resting his folded arms, his hair still a bit fluffy and messy from waking up. once you're ready, you poke him until he wakes, and you usher a yawning kazuha to your bathroom where you tame his hair. he loves when you're in his hair -- maybe a bit too much. he'll probably fall back asleep. the only way you really get him awake is if he feels you pulling his hair into pigtails. (which he doesn't mind, but he's not gonna go out like that!) kazuha calls you his "morning angel" -- says something cheesy about how seeing you always wakes him up. you'll call him a sap and he'll ask for a kiss, and like that, your morning will officially begin.

...always orders the same thing in the mornings: a fresh croissant and green tea. he also has your order memorized to a perfect T, each little detail engraved in his mind. you have his order memorized too -- you know exactly how many sugars he wants and how to get the freshest croissant from the cafe. the first time you brought him his stuff perfectly, he gave you a smile that could melt a glacier. "you really are my morning angel," he'd said to you.

...has a thing for poking your side whenever he catches you dozing in your shared lectures. sometimes, to keep you awake, he'll take your hand in his and toy with it; his fingers are warm and a little bit calloused, and his grip on your hand is always firm. kazuha will start thumb wars with you knowing full well that you can never beat him. your competitive side will flare and you'll be awake -- his work here is done.

...seeks you out when his classes end for the day. on some days, your classes end later than his, so when you walk out the classroom or lecture hall, you'll find him seated on a bench somewhere, his glasses perched on his nose as he reads to pass the time. other times, if his classes end late, he will find you with your head pressed against the wall, dozing as you wait for him to show up. he'll cup your face in one hand and press his thumb gently into your skin until you wake.

...always recognizes when you've had a hard day. if you're not feeling talkative, he'll ask you questions and accept your curt responses; he'll then jump right into action, having memorized what to do in these situations. more often than not, you two end up at his place with him laying on top of you (or vice versa), his weight so grounding, his presence so soothing that you feel the stress of the day leave you. other days, he'll take you to the riverside, where the sound of the water and the rustle of the leaves will prompt you to unload your every burden on him. he takes it all in stride and listens eagerly every time. he can't do much to fix your problems, but his promise to stay by your side is more than enough for you.

...often wakes up from your shared naps first and tickles your nose with his hair to wake you. he's hungry; wake up!

...resorts to peppering kisses on your face when you don't wake up fast enough for him. your grumbles of irritation will become peals of laughter, and when your pretty eyes open, kazuha will stop for a moment just to admire you in all your drowsy glory. he's so lucky to have you.

✦ i'm sorry, i couldn't resist, i had to build on these :( ♡

#z anon #z hcs #kazuha x reader #kazuha is very caring you're so right 🥺 #z scribbles #i guess? #everyone say thank you anon!

[necer0s]

More personal shit under the cut

I’m so fucking pissed right now. I don’t think it’s unreasonable to expect that at least part of my vacation should be spent relaxing, right? At minimum, one full day should have been free. But because my family has delusions of living out some city-person-ass farmer fantasy, instead I spend the entire week driving up the country for eight hours, boiling down maple sap into syrup, fixing up a shitty chicken coop, hauling heavy shit around, tossing cover crop into muddy fields during pouring rain, doing dishes that no one else can seem to be assed to do, and then drive eight more hours back home just in time to go back to my actual job. And on top of all that, I’m supposed to pretend like I’m excited for the most shitty half-assed birthday party imaginable where I get handed book 3 of a series that I’ve never heard of in my life. I am literally going to burn that book. No joke, I am going to put it with all the brush in my backyard that I could have been getting rid of if I didn’t have to put up with my family’s bullshit, And I am going to burn it. I have never burned a book before in my life and normally I would find the concept appalling, but right now it sounds like the only reasonable form of catharsis available to me. Because I can’t scream at them, I can’t shout at them, because then I’m the one who’s overreacting! I’m already the one who “didn’t get my nap today” and obviously that’s the only reason why I’m so cranky, it’s not at all because I’m in actual physical pain from lugging around too-heavy bags of seed or because the one thing I actually wanted to do with my family (play a single fucking game of Illimat) never happened. No. Obviously I’m cranky because I didn’t get my nap. As though I didn’t try, because I know better than any of these assholes just how screwed over I’m going to be when I have to adjust back from days to the night shift. As if I’m not the one who was told the wrong days to take off so that I spent ten days working in a row for no reason, and now I’m getting screwed on the other end as well. It’s infuriating. And all of it, all of it, has to stay inside or only come out in tiny little joking complaints. Because anything else would be too much and would become a whole thing where everyone else gets to tell me that they’ve had it worse, actually, and really they worked much harder than I did, and blah blah blah blah blah. As if I weren’t the only one who doesn’t actually give a shit about this nonsense farm vacation house. I’d be perfectly content taking my every vacation from here till forever as a staycation, but no. The family wants to raise and slaughter chickens, and make their own maple syrup, and have a tiny orchard of fruit trees, even if all of those cost more in supplies alone— not even the time and labor— than would be spent on just buying those products at a grocery store. And so here I am. Lying in bed, waiting to go home so I can go back to work with barely a day of rest, stewing and venting on the internet because nowhere else is available. Fuck. Fuck this, fuck them, fuck it all.

#personal

[mybrainismelted]

Office AU part 6! Previous parts found here (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5) or view the whole thing on A03

The rest of the day was filled with bashful smiles, flirty text messages, and blatant attempts to distract each other from the work they were supposed to be doing.  Mickey seemingly getting clumsy all of a sudden kept "accidentally" knocking things off his desk that he would have to walk over to bend down and pick up.  And if he just so happened to wiggle his ass a bit excessively in the process, well it was a perfectly normal thing to do, right?  Not his fault if Gallagher couldn't keep his eyes to himself.

And maybe Ian made a bit of a show of rolling up his sleeves over his muscular forearms, and stretched a bit too agressively so his shirt pulled tight across his chest and shoulders.  People do that at the office every day! And if Mickey responded by blatantly checking him out, and slowly running his tongue over his lips, that was totally normal office behaviour too. 

After one such silent exchange, Mickey's phone vibrated.  He smirked, and picked it up to check..

Ian: Like what you see Milkovich?

Mickey:  Hmm, too many clothes on to be sure

Ian: You looking for a sneak peek over there?

Mickey: You gonna strip for me Gallagher?

Ian: has sent an attachment

Mickey's eyes flicked over to the redhead, who was watching him, one eyebrow cocked.  He clicked on the image, and felt his mouth go dry at the sight of a shirtless Ian, skin damp from what looked like sweat, his hair darkened from dampness.

Mickey:  holy shit.  This day must be over soon, right?

Ian just chuckled, and said "Soon", before going back to his work.

Unfortunately, the universe really seemed to have it in for them.  Less than an hour before the end of the day, the boss called an emergency meeting.  They found themselves in a room with Jess and a few other co-workers, nobody really sure why they were here.  When the boss finally arrived, the news was not what they wanted to hear at all.  Mandatory overtime for everyone in the room - for the next 2 weeks.  Well fuck.  So much for their plans.  Dinner was being ordered in, mandatory check-ins every hour to report on their progress, and insane goals for each and every day.  They were gonna be here all night.

They walked back into their office, both feeling a bit dejected at the loss of their plans for the night.  "Well..." started Mickey.  "Guess we gotta put that date on hold again.  At least you've got your pillow if you need a nap."  he tried to hide his disappointment with a smirk and a wink.  Ian wasn't fooled, and gave him a slightly sad smile.  "Sure, Mick.  But hey, at least we get to spend it together.  Can't imagine being stuck here all night with anyone else."

Mickey shook his head a bit, "soft bitch" he muttered, before closing the distance between them and pulling Ian in for a kiss.  It started to turn heated, and they reluctantly pulled away, remembering where they were.  "Back to work."  Mickey said, patting Ian's cheek softly. They worked in companionable silence until pizza arrived, and then took a break to eat with the other poor saps still stuck here. 

"Mick, Ian, come sit with me!"  Jess called out when they walked into the room.  Exchanging glances, they shrugged and moved to join her, sitting side by side on the other side of the table.  "So I guess you guys are on speaking terms again?"  she asked with a smile.  "Yeah, yeah.... all good"  Mickey returned her smile.  He turned his attention to eating while Ian and Jess talked about this crazy job they were all working on.

Finished eating before the other two because they were yakking so much, Mickey turned his attention to something a bit more fun.  Keeping his expression carefully neutral, he reached under the table and just barely brushed his fingers up the inside of Ian's thigh.  The redhead jerked slightly, but kept his eyes on Jess, trying to ignore him.  Mickey let his hand wander, moving higher and higher with each pass.  Eventually Jess got up to leave, while Ian was still finishing his pizza.  Realizing that they were suddenly alone in the room, he got bolder, and moved his hand to cup Ian's crotch, rubbing softly.

Ian let out a gasp, eyes, closing, but reached down and stopped Mickey's hand.  "Mick... please.  I'm not going to be able to stop myself again if you keep doing that"

Mickey smirked and pulled his hand back, leaning in to kiss his Gallagher again.  "Alright, I'll be good.  See ya back in the office."

As the rest of the evening went by, they found themselves working together at Ian's desk, neither of them wanting to be too far from the other.  It was almost 11pm when they finally managed to get the required work for the day done.  Both of them were exhausted, eyes blurring, hardly able to walk.  "Man, I'm beat."  Ian muttered as they gathered their belongings.  He rubbed at his eyes, clearly struggling to stay awake.

"Hey, you're too tired to take the L alone right now.  You should just crash at my place"  Mickey offered.  "Not looking for anything but sleep tonight, man, but my place is close, and you need sleep as much as I do."  Ian looked at him blearily, and nodded once. "Yeah, that sounds amazing, thank you. Not sure I would have made it home."

They headed out side by side, Ian throwing his arm around Mickey's shoulders as they walked down the street, not talking, just enjoying being together.  They stumbled together into Mickey's apartment, gratefully pulling off their work clothes, tossing them aside with relief.  Mickey found an extra toothbrush, and they quietly shared the bathroom while they got ready.  Heading back to the bedroom, both men collapsed on the bed, too worn out for any more words.  Ian lifted Mickey's hand to his mouth and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, before rolling on his side and falling instantly asleep.  Mickey turned to face him, and spent the next few minutes studying the face of the beautiful man in his bed, not able to think about much except that he was already in this deeper than he could ever have imagined, before sleep claimed him too.

#office au #fanfic #gallavich

[eructophile]

Fine whatever. Here's my funny hcs for elec snake and plant bc those r the bots I want carnally. Haven't written anything like this in actual Years so it might be a bit rough 👍 just enjoy them ig

Again this is like.... All based on the idea they can eat and get sick and etc. Just because. Wouldn't it be funny if this weird metal guy could eat and burp.

Snake

Cold, pragmatic and cynical. This guy isn't ashamed of most bodily functions, and rarely apologizes after a loud belch.

Well, actually, it depends on the company - if he's among friends, people he's comfortable with, he won't bother covering them up at all. If he's among people he doesn't know very well, he'll apologize politely about it. Still lets them out, sure, but he's not a complete jackass.

His stomach is tough, what with his diet consisting of whatever the fuck he can survive on while working. I'm convinced it can eat through steel, if it has to. Very hard to upset, but not impossible.

Due to being snake themed, he should be able to eat quite a lot. Not like, a cartoonish amount of food that leaves behind an unrealistic bulge, but he'll go for thirds and fourths - maybe fifths - on a good day.

And when he's full, his belly gets *loud*. Like, "drowning out a movie if the volume is low enough" loud. He thinks nothing of it - he's not ashamed or proud, it's natural. Belly rubs after eating can churn out even louder gurgles, making him chuckle softly. He has to admit they're quite amusing.

Snake also takes the longest to notice something's wrong with his guts. Usually, he's so focused on his job that everything else gets tuned out - it takes an especially sharp pain to snap him back into reality.

If he's unwell, it's unusual for him to keep working. "Working through it" is useless to him, since he can't focus on a mission at all. He knows better than to let himself suffer for something that isn't worth it. This also means he won't mourn for a day lost in bed or hovering over the toilet - it wouldn't help anyone to walk around sick and bloated.

Won't hesitate to ask for help, but only if he needs to. He won't turn down an offer for tummy rubs, but he'll only actively seek them out if he can't take care of himself.

Likes cuddles and general warmth, especially after a particularly large meal. Again, snake themed and all. It helps him digest, and lulls him into a comfortable, sated sleep.

He doesn't show it because it's not in his nature, but he likes to be pampered. A lot.

Plant

Oh so shy and sweet… This guy will turn beet red if his stomach so much as burbles when he's with company, so you can imagine how embarrassing burping is for him.

Plant man can be described as a "reverse vegan", i guess. As in, he'll only eat animal-based foods - like meat, milk, and eggs. Literally just because it'd be funny as fuck. His stomach is very active after any meal, which embarrasses him even more.

Due to his diet, he gets full and sleepy fast. All those steaks will make your stomach work overtime, sapping your energy all at once.

Has to take a nap after lunch, or else he'd lose an entire day's work. It's easy to get him bloated and burpy if his meal hasn't had time to digest properly, and his mood tends to sour when he's sick without relief - overall, not a good situation for anyone involved.

His stomach is more delicate than Snake's, but still pretty tough. He'll handle dairy and heavier meals well, if only for the energy drop mentioned earlier.

Still, he's a picky eater, and prefers his food prepared in a specific way. Not that he'll complain if he has to eat something different (as long as it follows his dietary restrictions), since he doesn't want to be rude. His stomach will clench and gurgle around the dishes it's not used to, however - serving only to embarrass him for not speaking up.

Honestly, Plant is quite needy. If he's with someone that's earned his trust, he'll ask them to rub his stomach to help it process all the heavy food he's eaten throughout the day.

If he's feeling sick, he'll still try to force himself to work - his garden needs him, after all. But, as mentioned previously, he doesn't last long in the field with a bellyache.

If you try talking him out of work, he might snap at first, but don't hold it against him. Feeling off in any sort of way makes him annoyed and exhausted, he needs to be handled with care. It doesn't take long to convince him to rest, as long as you promise someone else will take care of his duties. Once he's feeling better, he'll apologize profusely for being a jerk.

He loves cuddles when sick, in fact, he needs it. Feeling safe, warm and comfortable helps him relax, making it easier for his stomach to do what it needs to. Likes being the little spoon, but also cuddling belly to belly, so to speak. It warms his tummy and feels great.

His stomach is not the noisiest, but the gurgles are wetter, whinier. You can hear liquid, sloshy burbles if you were to press your ear to his belly, since it looks and works a lot like a pitcher plant. It's so wet and humid in there…

Elec

Oh, delicate stomach, through and through. Also has a noisy stomach that makes him gassy and bloated when upset, and is extremely embarrassed to betray his image because of some tummy trouble.

He's very picky about his meals, and rarely ever eats something that might upset his insides. He likes to play it safe with comfort foods, but that luxury isn't always viable.

He'll work himself to death before skipping work, though. His role in power plants is genuinely important, and he knows his absence will affect the workplace. No - if he's needed, he'll be there. His stomach can whine and gurgle all it wants, he'd rather embarrass himself.

Of course, it's not always his decision. He's gotten bellyaches that left him kneeling down, immobilized. All because he didn't allow himself to lay down and rest, and now the pain is 20 times worse than before. He had to be carried out, bridal style, multiple times. He doesn't like remembering those instances in the slightest.

Prefers taking medicine instead of seeking help, and will often downplay his symptoms before accepting any. Stubborn and self centered bastard he is. Of course, if you poke and prod enough, he'll eventually resign.

He says it's only to shut you up, but honestly, he does like being taken care of. It's funny, you'd expect him to love the attention, but he's pretty meek under the magnifying lens of a caretaker. Let the man keep some dignity, please. Not that he's ever had any.

Once you've got him right where you want him - head on your lap, little spoon as you massage his bloat, head on his chest as you do the same - he calms down. He forgets just how good it feels to be held in this manner, but his pride always gets the best of him.

His stomach issues can get pretty severe, as you've probably guessed. He's woken up to the feeling of being stabbed in his guts before, after going to sleep with an upset stomach.

His burps are airy and strained, sounding like he's getting little to no relief from them. With patience and care, you can knead some longer, more productive bubbles from the depths of his stomach, but the organ can be just as stubborn as the person it's attached to.

His stomach isn't very loud, not usually. Little burbles and whines are all you'll hear, and if it's upset, the noises will only really ramp up in volume

#👍👍👍👍👍 im so fucking embarrassseeeeed #also if a vanilla mgmn fan sees this. god im sorry. im so sorry. im so scared to post this LMAO #copernicium #gastric gabble #stuffing #stuffing kink #burping #kink hcs #⚡ #🐍 #🌻

[devildomimagines]

Can I request head cannons of the Brothers reacting to an MC that’s OP like Saitama? They aren’t scared of anything and because of how inhumanly strong and fast they are, they have really fast reflexes against demons that try to attack them and can handle spells/curses with a blank face. They’ll punch someone so hard, the sap crashes several feet back with a large dent and MC’s like “That was barely a punch 😐”

HAHA this is great, I wrote this as the reader is the exception but imagine the human race is the most powerful of the three realms, I think that would be an interesting dynamic to explore.

Thank you as always for your patience. I’m not the fastest at writing due to irl circumstances. Since I always write more than planned, the other brothers are under the cut. Without further ado~

Belphegor

Well chapter 16 would have gone very differently 😂

Belphie has his hand around your throat and you’re looking at him with a bored expression.

You can feel him try to tighten his grip but it doesn’t make a difference.

He knows a bit about humans and this isn’t right.

Afterwards, he still kind of thinks you’re inhuman and he’s not totally off base.

What you can do, most humans wouldn’t even come close to being able to do.

Ultimately grateful for your defensive power because then he doesn’t have to babysit you while out in the Devildom and he can drop his guard to nap briefly.

Beelzebub

“Whoops,” You shrug as you leave the scene.

Beel just watched you “push” a demon across the room after they put an unwanted hand on your shoulder.

He’s impressed and wants to know you workout routine.

“100 sit-ups, 100 pushups, 100 squats and a 10 km run.”

He immediately adds it to his routine and you can work out with him.

As workout buddies, you push and support each other to be the best.

He’d get so soft and proud of you when you fling rude lesser demons out of your way.

Asmodeus

When you peel a pushy demon off of Asmo, he goes weak in the knees for a second as he swoons.

Asmo could have taken care of the demon but watching you take care of it without any strain makes him go 😍

He never doubted you but you’re definitely physically stronger than Solomon so Asmo covets a pact with you.

Loves when you manhandle him, even just for little things like pulling him out of the way, turning him around, or grabbing his wrists to stop him from getting too handsy.

Besides being immune to his charms, he’s the first to learn that you’re immune to other spells and curses.

He tests this with getting cursed make-up or dropping a few drops of potion into your drink.

You don’t even blink and he’s enthralled, you might just be the most interesting thing to happen in his life in a long time.

Satan

Doesn’t believe it until he sees it.

He tests your strengths not so sneakily. “Hey MC, can you move this couch? I think my pencil dropped under there while I was drawing.”

Adds your skills to his thought process when creating Anti Lucifer Club traps and inconveniences.

“What if you picked up Lucifer and put him in a pit of tar?”

“What if I didn’t want to do that?”

Satan treats you as an equal, sometimes forgetting that you’re human because you can destroy a wall with the best of them lol.

Leviathan

He thinks you’re so cool. All your stats are maxed out and you do it without even trying.

Likens you to some characters he knows, then you share the human world comparisons you’ve gotten (Saitama obviously lol).

He’s obsessed with the anime and manga because he can only think of you. 

He says, “This character is just like you!” instead of the usual “You’re like this character” and it’s refreshing.

Levi asks how and why you got so powerful not for himself to get powerful though, just wants to get to know you better.

Boasts about you being the strongest human online.

When the haters question him, he asks if he can vlog with you so he can show you off.

Mammon

You made him double take when you were just as fast as him, if not faster??

Then he challenges you to races all the time, sometimes placing bets like, “I bet bathroom cleaning duty for a month that I’ll beat you to RAD.”

You take him on usually, it’s pretty 50/50 who wins and it somewhat shocks Mammon, it also makes him fall for you more. 

He had taken pride in being the fastest and here you are showing him up, but he likes a partner that can keep up and keep him on his toes.

Oh the mischief you two could get up to and make a run for it if you agree to one of his schemes.

Mammon might be stronger than you so he offers to help you if something is too heavy with the most smug grin. (Please remember he’s like top 5 strongest of the whole realm)

Totally still acts like a babysitter/big brother even if you can take care of yourself, he’s just like that.

Lucifer

Maybe the most surprised brother.

He really thought that this exchange program was going to have him chaperoning a weak human so as to not get eaten within a week of arrival.

So it’s one less headache for him because he doesn’t have to watch over you everyday if you’re fast and strong.

Then he sees just how fast and how strong and he’s taken aback.

He had never seen someone rival Mammon’s speed besides himself and the way you punched that gluttony lesser demon across the room after they loomed hungrily over you left him speechless.

You’ve earned Lucifer’s respect and he’s indirectly proud of you for standing your own in the Devildom. 

Might come to rely on you more as he begins to trust you.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #my writing #anon squad

[crazycookiecrumbles]

Imagine Frank taking care of you while you’re sick

oh my STARS I got carried away with a tiny drabble.

You can't tell me that man wouldn't be a fucking sap.

Homeboy makes you soup. It's his grandmother's recipe, it starts with a very simple stock whose flavor profile deepens with each step he takes to create the soup

sure, he lets the soup simmer while he's out killing child traffickers but it's the thought that counts, right?

he pairs it with a really nice bread he got from a local bakery, cheap, but so good

frank makes you tea and serves your soup with toasted bread, the tea he made, and a glass of ginger ale, with real ginger.

he also forces you to eat a clove of garlic, because that'll get the sick right out of you

you hate him for it, but he snickers, calls you Rudolph, and slams a box of tissues down next to you as he jumps into bed

frank and his indomitable force believe that he cannot get sick from you because he is just too strong for that

he's spoon-feeding you when you feel too weak to do it yourself, and he's cracking jokes about an airplane crash-landing in your mouth as he does

he even holds the straw up to your lips so you can drink. because he's a total sap.

the man lets you rest and take a nap. in the meantime he's doing laundry and cleaning up, anything to make you feel better

and then he's rubbing your back and reading the back of a bottle of Pepto-bismal as you vomit your entire existence into the toilet

frank babies you like you've never seen before, which is a funny contrast considering he's such a rough and tough kind of guy

but it works, because a few days later when he sniffles and sneezes and feezes in horror upon the realization that he's now sick, you grab an apron and order him to put down his guns before you start making him soup

#didn't proofread so sorry #frank castle imagine #frank castle x reader #the-jer-bear #marvel imagines

[cynicalone94]

Stranded

The storm had come in out of nowhere just as he was getting on the road back to Chicago. Even the radio announcers had been confused, it had been expected to move south of Lake Michigan not east.

If he’d been smart, he would have pulled off the road at the first town and found someplace to spend the night. Voight would have understood him needing to take an extra day.

But he’d been stubborn, determined to make it home on schedule.

And now he’s in a ditch; crush damage to the front fender of the truck that had caused the engine to stall out and crushed the door to where it wasn’t going to open without tools.

The passenger side door is pressed up against a wall of snow and won’t be opening anytime soon either.

His phone isn’t getting any signal, too much interference from the storm he supposes.

At least he wasn’t injured in the crash besides some whiplash and a quick bouncing of his head against the door frame.

Instead he’s just trapped in his truck, off the side of the road miles from the nearest city in a blizzard.

He’s been here for almost four hours.

He’d successfully pulled his emergency kit from under the backseat and is wrapped in the space blanket with hot packs activated and nestled against core areas to try to maintain some heat.

He’s freezing.

Any residual warmth from the heater is long gone and the seat has become almost icy underneath him.

How long before anyone even notices he’s missing?

He can’t imagine Voight will notice anything until he doesn’t show up for work in the morning. Even then, the man might assume that he’d hunkered down to wait out the storm and can’t get a call out.

He’d promised Will a text once he got home to let him know that he’d made it in safely but his brother might easily come to the same conclusion.

He’s pretty sure that he’s far enough off the road not to be visible in these conditions. Not to mention he dearly hopes that anyone else stupid enough to drive past will have their attention on the road, not off to the side.

What was he thinking, not stopping to wait this out? Does he actually have a death wish?

 He shivers and pulls the blanket tighter around himself, checking his phone yet again for bars.

 He needs to consider turning it off to conserve battery. The constant search for signal is sapping it rapidly.

Sighing, he powers it down, pulling his hand back under the blanket and pulling back against the seat.

Time seems to be passing slower. Not that he can actually tell how much time is passing with his phone powered down.

He debates if it’s been long enough to power it up again to check for signal before deciding he may as well.

There’s no way he gets found without it so he may as well take as many chances as he can before he loses consciousness.

Its getting harder to stay awake; his eyes drifting closed more and more and harder to force open again.

He doesn’t want to die here; stranded in the middle of nowhere and exposed to the elements.

The screen lights up and he opens the phone app, loading his boss’s contact card before he starts moving it around the cab, searching for signal.

Come on, all he needs is one bar; or even half of one bar will do.

There’s a beep as the phone connects and he practically slams the call button.

Voight answers on the first ring and his eyes immediately water.

“-ght.”

“Hlp.” he slurs, terrified by his own ability to properly form words. “Crshd. Stuck.”

“-ay?” Voight says, worry conveyed even in the garbled transmission. “-kay? -ere – oo?”

“Psd Rckv-”

The call drops.

No.

That was his only chance. He can’t.. He needs to get him back, needs to find that signal pocket again.

But his arm is heavy and he can’t seem to lift it. He’s so tired; maybe just a little nap.

Voight will find him.

He drifts off.

He’s so hot.

How much longer on this watch duty before he can return to the barracks, strip off his gear and turn his little fan all the way up?

He doesn’t even remember coming out this morning, must have done it half in his sleep.

He and Mouse had been up late, playing cards and reminiscing about Chicago.

It’s strange; ever since his mom passed there’s nobody in Chicago to go see. Will is in New York and barely has time for him and he and his dad haven’t spoken since they’d argued at the funeral.

But he still misses the city itself. Misses the wind, the pizza. Misses home even if he isn’t sure what that means anymore.

He has to ditch some of this gear. What on earth was he thinking wearing his jacket?

He shrugs out of it; struggling to toss it behind him. He’s so tired.

Maybe he’ll go back to the barracks and take a nap when he’s relieved.

How much longer on that again?

His eyes drift closed.

No.

He can’t fall asleep on watch. He’ll never hear the end of it. Even if nothing bad happens.

But he can’t seem to keep his eyes open.

He reaches for his radio; maybe they can relieve him early. It’s embarrassing but better than falling asleep and being responsible for deaths.

Only his radio isn’t where he’d left it and even as he paws around searching for it, the heaviness pulls him under.

He wakes up to beeping.

And cold.

It takes a minute to pry his eyes open, rolling his head to scan the room.

Hospital.

He… how did he get here this time?

He catches sight of his boss sitting next to the bed, a coffee cup in hand.

“Voi-” 

His throat is a scratchy and sore. And there’s an oxygen mask over his face.

“Don’t try to talk.” Voight says gently. “They only just extubated a few hours ago.”

Extubated?

“You decided to park your truck in a snow bank.” Voight remind him. “If you hadn’t managed to get that phone call out…”

He trails off, looking troubled and Jay feels guilt swirling in his stomach.

“Took us a minute to find you and you were an unresponsive ice cube when we did.” Voight continues after a minute. “But you’re going to be okay.”

That’s lucky.

His eyelids are already getting heavier.

“You’re okay to go back to sleep, kid.” Voight says.

Well if his boss says it’s okay.

His eyes slip closed and the last thing hw heard before he drifts off to sleep is a quiet plea.

“Don’t do that to me again, Jay.”

#whumptober 2023 #no.10 #Stranded #Chicago PD #fic #hypthermia #Jay Halstead

[necroneos]

Jojo selfshiptember

Well, not quite self-ship but oc x canon was included in this so here we go. Putting under a read more since there's a lot.

For Formaggio/Viola:

3. What does your f/o's friends / family think of your relationship?

Oh, her family definitely doesn't approve. After controlling so many decisions in her life, babying her, and isolation...they obviously think she's incapable of leading a life without them (or somebody trustworthy) holding her hand and making decisions for her to keep her “safe” (They don't trust her). So when they learned about about it, her father was appalled. How could his little girl be in a relationship with an assassin that works for the italian mafia? She should know better! Her mom is a little more lenient. It leaves a bad taste in her mouth that her daughter is with an assassin from the italian mafia, but she wants her daughter's happiness. She doesn't like the decision Viola's made, but she's not as stubborn as her husband. She can see her daughter is happy and safe, and that's what's important. Most of the pushback is from her father.

5. How does your SI/ OC influence your F/O's canon story?

She doesn't influence it much. The two of them met a year prior from the events of part 5 at a bar Formaggio likes to go to. Canon diverges at his battle with Narancia. Instead of being instantly killed, I put it so he's on the verge of death. It aired on the news of how a street was filled with flames and they described the features of a John Doe found on the scene. He's stabilized in the hospital but doctors are confused on how he's riddled with holes but no bullets. Thankfully one of the surgeon's at the hospital was a stand user took over. He was able to remove almost all the bullets and treat his heavy 2nd degree burns with some skin grafting. When Viola finally finds him, the poor girl is just glued to his bedside as he lays comatose for a few days. Instead of being dead, he's simply labeled as 'out of commission'.

6. What does your F/O love most about you / your OC?

How she's just a big bundle of sunshine with him. She's so goofy and laid-back that it's easy to be around her and he gets a couple of laughs at how ridiculous she can get sometimes. With the dark and grim job he has, she's an oasis in the desert that hydrates him – whether it's been a long day or he's feeling a bit down.

10. How does your F/O's stand express their affection to you? If your OC/SI doesn't have a stand let's assume they can at least see/feel their loved ones stand.

Hm...never thought of that, actually. I imagine Formaggio isn't very savvy with words when it comes to conveying affection. He's more of a physical and gift giving affection guy. He's always kind of awkward when he's talking about lovey-dovey shit and stumbling over his words a bit since he's not sure how to phrase it without coming off like some uncool sap. But the message always gets across. Little Feet though...oh man, take Formaggio's physical attention and multiply it by five. This stand is not afraid to show how much it loves Viola. Cuddling her real close, nuzzling her. This always leaves Formaggio flustered, because a stand's personality, actions, and appearance are influenced by the user's soul. Meaning...he super loves her more than he's showing to her. He's probably going “Stop it, Little Feet!”.

12. What is the perfect date for you and your F/O?

For Viola, she just loves going to places. Whether it's around town or a small day trip to another area. She likes getting out of the house to see new things and spend time with the cheese man. Formaggio, however, tends to lean towards staying inside and cuddling. Whether they're just watching movies, TV, or playing a board/video game. Maybe take a lil nap. But he's more than willing to indulge in his little princess's desire to go places. He just wants to see that bright, cheerful smile that lights up his day.

14. What do your family / friends think about your F/O?

Her roommate, Anguria, was a little displeased at first. Out of all the people around, why him? She and Formaggio know each other but aren't on the best terms. But as Viola (and occasionally Anguria herself as well) spends more time with Formaggio, he rubs off on Anguria. So she has a bit of a soft spot for him. Viola's parents? Lord almighty her father despises Formaggio. He's a hitman! Look at how he dresses and the way he acts! He's no good, trouble!!! Her mother, however, is more lenient. She shares the sentiment of her husband about how the cheese man is a hitman and part of the mafia. But unlike her husband, she can see the whole picture – unlike her narrow sighted partner – and sees that her little girl is the happiest she's ever been. She's safe in his hands and he'll treat her right.

15. Was it love at first sight or did it take some time?

For Viola, it was love at first sight. Appearance wise, he's the complete opposite of her tastes. His personality is also not what she looks for. But for some reason...the first time she looked at him, she felt like she was being drawn in. Her mind told her it was futile, but before she knew it she was in front of him at the bar area. For Formaggio, it took some time. After spending some time texting and hanging out every so often, he found that she was much more interesting and fun company than woman he'd talk to at the bar. Pity for her grew into enjoyment of her company and eventually a fondness. She's the complete opposite of what he looks for in a woman, yet she somehow lured him in.

16. Describe your first date together.

Depends on what you call a date, haha. I'd say it's the first time they hung out together outside the bar. He took her out for lunch to keep her company since he had the free time. Most of his reasoning, however, was just sheet pity. He feels bad she's pretty restricted, so why not take her out for a bit of food? He's talked to her for about a week before this happens. So they're on friendly enough terms.

22. If your F/O described you as a kind of animal, what would they describe you as and why?

Hmmm...if you mean behaviorally, she's like a mix of a labrador and a cat. She's cheerful and upbeat, yet she has the mischief of a cat (and other traits like napping, nuzzling him like a cat bumps their owner's hand, likes her space). Appearance wise, she's like a kitten, hamster, or bunny.

24. Is there a favorite article of clothing of your F/O's that you like to wear / cuddle with? Is there a favorite article of clothing of yours that they like to wear/cuddle?

Like any girlfriend, she likes to “borrow” his studded jacket. While the jacket is short sleeved (she gets cold easily), it's his jacket and it makes her happy to wear it.

26. Are you the type of couple to play co-op or do you play games against each other? If you really aren't into videogames - consider this question in terms of other games that could be challenges whether it's board games or sports.

It depends on the game and their mood. If it's a game like Mario Party, they may team up if there's others playing with them. Super Smash Bros they're obvs against each other. Sometimes it's just one of them playing the game and the other watches while making commentary. Sometimes said commentary is suggestions/tips on what they think the other should do next (like in an rpg).

27. Does your ship have a 'ship name' or do you usually just write it as OC/SI x character?

I never really thought of a ship name, tbh. Currently it's just Viola x Formaggio. If I had to choose one...maybe Sunshineshipping? They both are pretty laid-back and cheerful so it suits them.

28. What trope(s) does your ship fall under?

Opposites attract, love at first sight, and first love

29. Are there any other characters your F/O and OC are close to? Can be canon or other OCs.

Formaggio has a decent relationship with Anguria. Initially they disliked each other but she and him grow on each other and they become good friends. Anguria likes to tease him by calling him American brand name cheese (Tillamook, Sargento, Babybel, etc). She learned these from Viola.

Viola has an okay relationship with Melone, as he's Anguria's bf. They don't really talk as she doesn't see him often but they get along well enough. She holds Anguria very highly because she helped pull Viola off the street, gave her a home, and guided her through the process of becoming independent.

For Tiziano/Viola/Squalo:

3. What does your f/o's friends / family think of your relationship?

In this universe, Viola's parents don't mind her dating them. They're a bit disapproving of the fact that she's dating /two/ men, but they trust Tiziano and Squalo (as they're valued customers who have proven their trustworthiness and reliability) to take good care of her. They're unaware the two of them are in the mafia. To them, they're just valued regulars at their sandwich shop.

5. How does your SI/ OC influence your F/O's canon story?

Well, David Productions took some liberties when they did the part 5 anime by adding stuff and cutting certain things (lines and scenes). An added scene showed Tiziano stroking Squalo's chest (heavily implying a romantic relationship) but this never existed in the manga. The two of them were simply just sitting next to each other. I totally ship these two anyway, but it's been officially confirmed by Araki that their relationship 'isn't like that'. I want to keep this romance, however, so I changed it a little.

Rather than be something official, I decided to go with a situationship. It's clear they have a deeper bond and they both know the other has a degree of feelings for the other. I think what keeps them from fully committing is awkwardness (the kind you get when a relationship doesn't work out. Tho I know that doesn't always happen) and they don't feel any need to slap a label on themselves. Whether they stay platonic or romantic doesn't matter. But if one wanted to commit to the other romantically, the other will follow. I feel something like this allows some leeway for a third party.

So instead of them hooking up at some point and becoming a thing, Viola becomes a catalyst. Sometimes it takes just one person, event, or thing to bring together individuals. It's through her love and the relationship she has with them that pushes them to finally commit to each other. Since they both love her as well, she's also part of the equation.

6. What does your F/O love most about you / your OC?

Squalo loves her passion. The way her face and eyes light up when she's passionate about something and how she can be a total goofball. Tiziano also loves her lil goofball antics and appreciates that like himself, she has a pretty level head that sticks to logic and reason.

14. What do your family / friends think about your F/O?

Her parents 100% approves of Tiziano and Squalo. They've proven themselves to be reliable and trustworthy. And they also appreciate their continued patronage at their small family-owned sandwich shop.

15. Describe your first date together.

If you can call it that LOL. It was Viola treating the boys to some coffee as an excuse to have an actual full blown conversation with them. She had decided to stop pussyfooting and finally take a step towards getting to know them.

16. Was it love at first sight or did it take some time?

For all parties it took some time. With Viola, it was like a person to a celebrity – she didn't really know them intimately but she formed a crush on the two of them regardless. At first it was Tiziano but then she grew feelings for Squalo as well. Both of the boys know about her crushes but don't talk about it since she hasn't made any effort to take that first step. It's only after taking that first step (Viola asking them if she could treat them and Tiziano giving her his number to keep in touch and arrange the little coffee “date”. He gave her the number because he knew it was harmless and that he could easily just change his number.) that things started moving.

26. Are you the type of couple to play co-op or do you play games against each other? If you really aren't into videogames - consider this question in terms of other games that could be challenges whether it's board games or sports.

Tiziano doesn't really play video or board games. So usually it's Viola and Squalo. They tend to go against each other unless it's Mario Party. Otherwise they're at each other's throats and bickering like children (Which Tiziano grows tired of after a while and breaks them up.)

27. Does your ship have a 'ship name' or do you usually just write it as OC/SI x character?

Nope, no ship name. Tbh, the only thing I could possibly think of is Sandwichshipping LMAO. Get it? Because she works at a sandwich shop her family owns? She's sandwiched between two hot italian men? Okay I'll shut up.

28. What trope(s) does your ship fall under?

Customer/Employee

#JJLNSSS #jojo's bizarre adventure #viola irving

[oathofpromises]

— playing with their hair ( let's have some fun with this one. From the Exarch to Lady Exarch )

The Crystarium, a sanctuary for those left in a world all but resigned for oblivion. It was early, usually the time the Lady Exarch would make her rounds while the Exarch would tend to his duties as caretaker. Lyna had teased the two often at how they seemed to be a bit too distracted when the other was around. Leave it to their adoptive daughter to pick up on such things too. A smile formed across the lady exarch face, as she bent down and smelled the flowers.

Despite how hard life had been for everyone here, they still managed to hold onto hope. How long ago had it been since G'raha and Stella woke in this world? Centuries now..as the pink haired au ra glanced down at her arm. Crystal was there, just like G'raha. Not to the same extent, but further proof her life was tied to the tower like his was. The price she paid when following him into the crystal tower. The source had lost their warrior of light, and some may've even called her selfish for such a choice, but she couldn't leave him alone. A hand reached up and lingered against her chest, slightly crystal embedded there too.

"I don't regret it..not for one moment. To live in a world without him there. It's not one I wish to imagine.” She glanced up at the bright sky, proof that light was overtaking this world. G’raha and her knew they couldn’t possibly save these people without the help of the scions..and the warrior of light. Having given up her title, she no longer possessed the ability to take on each light warden alone. Over the years, the woman power had faded slightly, but the presence of the echo still reminded her that she was a chosen even if she had diverted from the path laid out for her.

Eventually, the lady Exarch found herself in a field of flowers. The same ones G’raha had asked the citizens to plant here, at first she figured just to make the place more lively, but in reality it was a gift for her. Everyone here cared for the Exarch and his lady so much, at one time they had even asked them to be the king and queen of the Crystarium. Which they refused, the world didn’t need a monarchy, and they realized upon arriving here that they needed to travel around the area and get a glimpse of what was going on. It had taken them four years to return, and it was only after some discussion that they decided to take on the roles of Exarch and Lady Exarch. These people needed guidance, the tower kept them safe while the two were away and after some discussion the citizens thankful all agreed on representative democracy. One which G’raha had proposed along with plans for the city to make it accessible and defensible against the sin eaters.

By the twelve, she loved her husband..even if they weren’t officially married yet. The Exarch said he wanted to when the skies were clear and the people here could live peacefully. Only at that time would he finally ask her the question burning in his heart for centuries. She was a patient woman, told him that no matter how long it took, that she would wait.

Stella slowly laid down in the field of flowers, as she glanced up at the sky. Closing her eyes, she felt a little fatigued, having gone outside earlier it had indeed sapped her strength more than she realized. It wouldn’t hurt to take a small nap. G’raha would know where to find her if he needed her help. A little time had passed before she felt fingers gently running through her long hair. At one time, she had usually kept it up in a ponytail, but since arriving here, the woman preferred to keep it down. It ran just above her waist, as pink eyes opened to meet those beautiful red eyes.

“My love…” she whispered, as he continued to run his fingers through her hair. It was comforting, made her feel safe in his arms. Stella reached up, her hand resting against his face. When outside, G'raha had his hood up, a way to hide his true identify from the world. He didn't want anyone but her to know who he was here. This wasn't their time, and anything that might show they were from another fragment would only cause chaos. The woman felt his fingers, continue to play with her hair as her head laid in his lap. It reminded Stella how, at one time, the exarch had mentioned how much he loved the color of her hair. He said it reminded him of cherry blossoms, so beautiful and bright since coming here, it now had white ends to it. Despite that, it still was just as vibrant as the first time they had met.

Their hands intertwined, as she felt Graha lean down, pressing a kiss to her lips. They made things work here, and all the Lady Exarch cared about was being close to him. No matter what price she had to pay.

#— ❛❛ // CRYSTAL EXARCH ¦ Across time and space I will always love you・ 「 Diademreigned」 #— ❛❛ // STELLA CAELUM ¦ our hearts endure and remain forever strong ・ 「 Threads」 #— ❛❛ //Final Fantasy XIV ¦ Crystal hearts entwined beyond time and space・ 「 Exarch and Lady Exarch Verse」 #ooc: I hope this is okay starter ;w; I want them have some soft given what they go through in this verse so far

[hawkinshellraiser]

@ems-roleplay-blog

"No, don't be. He's an asshole. Most of them kind of suck anyhow." He hadn't talked to a single one since he had graduated. For a bunch of guys that showered together on the regular, they were pretty homophobic, which Steve had never been much of a fan of. "They did chase us down and try to, like, murder Eddie and Lucas and all that bullshit."

He shrugged and dropped his hands into his lap. "Okay, correction. That's where it starts, the sex is where it ends. We didn't talk about it. He didn't say anything about it. It happened and he took a nap, and I made some phone calls. Eddie and I are friends. Period. End of story."

"Yeah, he's a real sap." She thought about his request for a moment. "I guess I could show it to you at some point. But you never tell him you saw any of it, or he'll get all embarrassed and never speak to either of us again. But... they are really sweet. He's really sweet." She kept all of them in a box under her bed, and she had no intention of throwing any of them away anytime soon, even if the romantic feelings were no longer there. "Well. I've never given anyone advice about one of my ex's so, I think that it doesn't matter what is and isn't cool." She shrugged. "What else do you got?"

“Okay, okay. I hear you,” Robin said, putting her hands up. “I was just playing devils advocate or whatever, dingus. I don’t not believe you. Come on.” She got out of the car and led the way to the front door of Family Video, using her key to unlock it. “I’m just making sure there’s nothing you’re keeping secret from your best friend in the whole wide world. Because that would be a crime.”

Eddie made a cross motion over his chest. “I’ll take it to the grave, I swear,” he said enthusiastically. “Fuck my brain is gonna melt. What’s the cutest thing he ever did?” He was far from dating Steve and he’d already done enough to make Eddie was to smash his head into a walk and scream. In a good way. He could only imagine what it would be like if Steve actually liked him.

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[sunshine-on-marz]

Fuck that's cute

Yk that 1 irl moment of minx and niki on the floor of a group stream when niki was sick so lying in minx's lap well this was the 1st clip I could find don't judge

But expanding on My sapnap idea imagine smth like this with him going all quiet

🎸anon

Omggggggg

Group DTQK stream and you walk in groggy after a nap “babbbbe” sap sits up and motions you to come over to him and the both of you just cuddle like it’s nothing for 10 minutes while you start to wake up