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Anonymous: What if reader is in love with Larrisa and they leave flowers in her office in secret maybe some notes too saying how much theyr in love and so on and Larrisa grows more curious day by day so idk maybe reader gets caught in the act ? I kept thinking about this for some thime even for Lady Dimitrescu. This is my first reques ever so I hope i made myself pretty clear especialy because my first language is not english and the autochorector didnt seem to be on my side And I hooe you like the idea bcus I think is cute and i love flowers thank youu❤❤🌻🌻

I’m honored to be your first request :D I decided to do ones for both Alcina and Larissa. Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

You stand in Alcina’s dimly lit study as you work on your latest romantic gesture. Your heart races with excitement as you carefully arrange a bouquet of exquisite roses on her desk. Each petal is a declaration of your love, a silent confession that has remained hidden in the depths of your heart for far too long.

In the secrecy of night, you have become a clandestine admirer, leaving small tokens of affection in Alcina’s study, hoping she will notice and perhaps even reciprocate your feelings. With each passing day, your devotion deepens, as do the notes you leave, expressing your love in poetic verses that dance upon the page.

But tonight, as you delicately place the flowers, you sense a presence nearby. The hairs on the back of your neck prickle, and a shiver runs down your spine. Alcina’s voice echoes through the room, velvety and commanding.

“Who could be in my study at this hour?” She purrs, her tone laced with curiosity and a hint of amusement.

Frozen in place, your heart leaps to your throat and your mind races to find an excuse, a way to conceal your identity and the depths of your affection. But before you can react, Alcina walks in fully, her towering figure casting a shadow that envelops the room.

You turn to face her, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The intensity of her gaze pierces through your soul and you find it hard to summon the words you had so artfully penned in your secret notes.

“I-I… I apologize, my Lady,” You stammer, desperately trying to regain composure. “I meant no harm. I merely… Wanted to show my… Appreciation for you.”

A knowing smile curls upon Alcina’s lips and she glides towards you with an elegance that defies human limitations. The scent of roses and mystery fills the air, entwining with the overwhelming presence of the woman before you.

“You have quite the poetic tongue, my dear,” She murmurs. “Tell me, what compels you to leave these tokens of adoration? Are you that bewitched by my presence?” She giggles.

You blush at the melodious sound of her laughter. You finally find the strength to speak, to reveal the depths of your affection that have remained hidden for so long. “My Lady, your grace and poise captivate my very being. Your beauty is incomparable to anything on this earth. I’m just an admirer, living in your world.”

Alcina’s eyes soften, and for a moment, you dare to hope that she may share some of your feelings. She takes a step closer, her gaze locking with yours. “You are brave to reveal your heart to me, little one. Few have dared to venture into romantic pursuits with me.”

Your heart flutters with a bit of anticipation and fear, unsure of what lies ahead. But, Alcina extends her hand to you, a silent invitation. You know you can’t resist the pull any longer. With trembling fingers, you reach out, intertwining your hand with hers. Alcina Dimitrescu is a force that will forever change your life.

Larissa

You can’t help but be captivated by Larissa, the enchanting woman who occupies your every thought. Every morning, you find yourself drawn to her office, compelled by an invisible force to leave a trace of your affection. It starts with a single flower, delicately placed on her desk, but soon grows into big bouquets that fill the room with their sweet fragrance.

As days turn into weeks, your secret gestures become more elaborate. You pen heartfelt notes, carefully expressing the depths of your love and admiration. Each word is chosen with utmost care, hoping to convey the intensity of your emotions. You describe the way her laughter lights up a room, the way her eyes sparkle with intelligence and warmth, and the way her presence fills your heart with joy.

You relish in the anonymity, reveling in the idea of being the silent admirer, the one who showers her with affection from the shadows. It becomes a ritual, a source of both serenity and excitement. You like to imagine the possible delight on Larissa’s face when she discovers the gifts, the way her curiosity might grow with each passing day. Does she enjoy them as much as you hope she does?

But as time goes on, the weight of your secret becomes heavier. The desire to reveal yourself, to confess your love to Larissa, begins to gnaw at your insides. You wonder if she feels the same way, if she has any inkling of your affection. The thought of rejection terrifies you, but the longing for her is too great to ignore.

One afternoon, as you carefully arrange an assortment of roses on her desk, you hear the sound of footsteps approaching. Panic grips your heart and you frantically search for an excuse as to why you’re in here. The door swings open, and there stands Larissa, a mixture of surprise and confusion etched across her face.

Caught in the act, you freeze, unable to find the words to explain your actions.

Larissa’s eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the world seems to stand still. The weight of your secret, the intensity of your emotions, all hang suspended in the air between you. She opens her mouth to speak, but no sound emerges. Instead, a gentle smile plays at the corners of her lips. “You’re the one,” She finally whispers, her voice barely audible.

Your heart skips a beat as you realize that your acts of love had not gone unnoticed. You take a tentative step closer to her, feeling as though a lifetime of unspoken words is about to be set free.

You finally realize that love is not meant to just be hidden in secret gestures, but shared openly and honestly. The walls that once held you back crumble, replaced by the possibility that your love can be reciprocated.

Larissa’s cheeks are rosy as she gives you a shy smile and wraps her arms around your neck. You grin and lean in to place a kiss on her plush, velvety lips. It seems that your love for Larissa is a force too powerful to be

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lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit · 11 months

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Hello!

I would like to request a Rocky x reader (romantic) oneshot. A fluffy one with a bit of spice would be nice ;) I don't really have a specific plot in mind, but maybe something on the topic of affection? Whatever the story, i'm sure it will be amazing ❤

Thank u, and have a nice day/night!

Hello, Anon!! Thank you for dropping by!! Your request just so happened to align with an idea I've had, and... I got a bit carried away, I suppose. This is well over three thousand words.

Hope you'll find as much entertainment in reading as I did in writing, anyhow!! (I missed crafting dialogue for this silly cat, even if it's equal parts shameless purple prose fun and an absolute pain in the neck.)

“Absolutely not.”

The pose of cheerful enthusiasm he presented the idea with didn’t falter, although his grin seemed to by a sliver.

“Aww, why?”

“It’s not gonna work.”

“We can’t know that until we try!”

You’d come down before opening hour, when many of the lights framing the red-curtained stage and finely carved pillars hadn’t been ignited yet in order to lessen electricity bills, leaving the grandiose speakeasy hall to ruminate in a mellow, warm late afternoon dusk. Leaning against one of the pool tables webbed with gilded patterns on the sides, you glanced him up and down in half-lidded skepticism. It was brief, yet defeating.

“I say this with all the love in my heart,” you prefaced the ruthless confession with a teasing smile, “but you don’t look like you could lift a cornstalk.”

“And you have a point! But consider this,” he countered, gesturing passionately with his hands as if materializing a vision of success before the both of you, and that’s when you recognized this conversation was about to shimmy beyond the bounds of reality. “What wonders can be achieved through the power of love? It can avail you to weather a sea of infernal blazes, crumble ancient mounts to their innermost cores, compel the course of celestial bodies–”

“But it can’t give you muscles.”

The conjurations of poetic fancies promptly shattered, and he gave you a disheartened look.

“Oh, come on, dearest,” he pleaded, all gleaming blue eyes and droopy ears. “Have you no faith in your one and only chevalier?”

“Concerning any other situation… a hard maybe. Depends if anything flammable’s involved.”

You put a finger to your chin in lighthearted contemplation.

“But this… well, I trust you in pulling this off without either of us getting hurt about as far as I could throw you with one hand.”

“I don’t weigh much,” he perked up assuringly. “You could toss me a good few feet, I reckon.”

“So then we should try this the other way around.”

A glint of curiosity hinted he may not have been entirely opposed. Nonetheless, you could tell he wouldn’t let himself be so easily shot down in his steadfast ambitions, about which you happened to be right.

“Your suggestions are appreciated,” he placated upon your prompt sigh of disappointment, “but in the name of chivalry I must persist with my vision. Because I am certain that there is a way, as there is a will, to achieve it.”

He pondered aloud whilst leant against the pool table opposite to yours, tail swishing figure eights in the air as if stirring up the brainworks.

“Just let me think about it…”

A bit to the left, two of the local employment were spectating from their usual spots by the bar. Zib, who had draped himself half-across the counter while Viktor was cleaning it around him, regarded the scene from under his hat with a caustic glance. The smoke simmering from the cigarette he was languidly tasting occasionally wafted your way.

“Looks like chivalry’s not dead yet after all,” he grumbled, the corners of his lips teasing amusement, “but he’s about to be.”

The burly slovak continued with his somewhat menial task in dutiful disinterest, intimidating all unsightly dirt spots off the wooden surface with an effortless glare.

“Idiot vill break own spine vid effort,” he stated matter-of-factly, then after a thoughtful pause, shrugged. “Saves me the trouble.”

“Oh, such searing pessimism!”

Rocky turned to theatrically retort, rejoining your circles from the far reaches of whatever realms his mind had been venturing.

“Well I regret to inform you, gentlemen,” he gave an easygoing little smirk, “that the only sort of spectacle you’ll be getting today is the glorious display of romance’s incandescent triumph.”

“You should heed your sweetheart’s advice, kid,” Zib warned over his glassful of a somewhat suspicious golden beverage. “Artists like you and I just weren’t built for these kinds of strenuous feats. You’ll get a hernia and then the boss lady will be down one questionable bootlegger.”

“Pff… Nonsense talk!”

He waved off the notion as if swatting away a bug, and you pinched your brow in exasperation.

“Waste not such paltry concerns on me, my friend! You see, it might not leave that impression at first glance…” he flexed a bit to show off his bicep then stared at it with a blank expression once it failed to strengthen his argument, “nor perhaps second… but these spindly sinews are rife with untapped potential! Why, you think the Atlas of mythology had trained in advance to support the whole world on his shoulders? And yet, it still goes ‘round smoothly to this day. Which is to say that, hopefully helped by Fortuna’s favor, the release of a comparable innate strength shall aid me in this fated task of carrying mine.”

Despite his conspicuous lack of visible musculature he gave a grin of such radiant certainty it could’ve powered the rest of the lights. Zib blinked slowly, unimpressed in his fermentative, cigarette-stink skepticism. Viktor kept cleaning.

“Albeit I suppose there’s more point in a show rather than tell.”

Rocky stretched his arms in a somewhat comically overstated manner.

“So the old-fashionated way it is!” He then took up a stance and spread them in anticipation. “Come hither, my darling love, let’s prove those naysayers wrong! Leap into the arms of your favorite bard!”

“I still don’t condone this idea.”

You crossed your arms, resolution as hard as the wood digging into your lower back. Unstoppable force smiling baffledly at the inmovable object.

“You don’t?”

“Not really.”

He pouted. Oh, how you couldn’t stand it when those gorgeous sapphires looked at you so coyly despondent. And of course, he was aware.

“You mean you won’t even give it a chance?” he implored, tail gingerly lowering. “Not even if I’ll sooner have my organs be crushed into a fine sludge than let one hair on your head bend the wrong way?”

“Especially not then.”

Patiently, you stood, the twitch of your ears and your own tail’s gentle whipping behind your legs and brushing up to the smooth block of wood being your only movement. You watched him deflate in a slowly progressing manner not unlike that of a balloon animal leaking from a small opening; you could even imagine the characteristic sound to go with.

You tried not to laugh.

“Not even if,” he attempted once more, “it could be a most passionful pageantry of courteousness?”

“More like foolishness.”

Irritated by his snark for a change, you tilted your head in Zib’s direction. When he earned both of your attention by extension the resident nicotine eater, chin resting on the heel of his palm, flicked a huge ear and leisurely presented his back to you as though he’d never cared.

“Just picture it for a second!” Rocky suggested, snapping back to the conversation and taking your hand in his to help transmit the mental imagery through skin-to-skin contact. “A most consummate culmination of chivalrous custom!”

“Certainly,” you rolled your eyes yet didn’t resist when he snuck up close to grab a hold of your waist with an almost imperceptible delicacy.

“I’d gather you in my arms,” he narrated, “a most beauteous royal rose, pooling in your eyes the glimmers of a star-speckled galaxy, a divine black ether brimming with a variegated, dazzling cavalcade of celestial hues… oh, what fair nobility of ephemeral grace, molded in the realms above from the finest marble and ambrosia by lilium-scented, angelic hands…”

His face was close to yours, and your gazes intertwined; you could be quite sure he was just describing what he saw. You averted your eyes, slightly flustered.

“You sure know your words,” you nipped without any real teeth to it.

“I try,” he acknowledged cheerfully, nonetheless keeping proximate. “And me, no more than a humbled troubadour, a mere mortal permitted by Providence to embrace salvation itself,” you made an inarticulate noise of incredulity, “gentle tethering of your mass serving to remind that this resplendent scene is no meager illusion, a cruel trick of the light, but bona fide reality…”

You squirmed half-heartedly away in your chagrin, yet each bit of distance you created between the two of you he kept closing just as effortlessly, drinking in your expressions.

“In rapt entrancement we’d behold each other’s countenance,” you could feel his words on your whiskers, “honey-glaze lusters dancing across our lips in nectareal beckoning, your arms entangling my nape with fervor as you pull me under to merge our souls by way of osculation in the heart of the Earth–”

“Enough rhapsodizing,” you entreated with a wide, mildly embarrassed smile you couldn’t fight, “you poetaster.”

“Now, don’t tell me you wouldn’t enjoy that.”

You exhaled in a burst, gripping the wooden brim you were leant on. Tail curling and uncurling in thought.

“It sounds fine,” you emphatically minced, “but I don’t require it. You know you can just talk sweet to me like that or give me a kiss when I’m still on my feet and you’ll just as easily sweep me off them.”

“But there’s no harm in experimenting, right?”

“That’s… a very dubious statement.”

“Well, if it does work, it shall surely be memorable.”

Across the way, over ornate red carpet and leather seats, Viktor had since taken to polishing glasses while Zib ever-industriously continued to metabolize the establishment’s embalming fluid reserves in spite of the hour.

“…And if it doesn’t,” Rocky proposed the possibility with great hesitation, “as far as I can recall, bone fractures actually heal a lot quicker than you’d expect.”

With the band backstage, that’d be only two direct witnesses to your loss of dignity.

“You’re not about to let this go until I oblige,” you observed with a heavy heart and patted his arm, “so go ahead. I’ll give you a chance to enter history records as the world’s first cooked pasta-based organism to princess carry a whole person.”

You adjusted yourself in front of him at a roughly ninety-degree angle and put your arm around his shoulders. Enthusiasm flawlessly rekindled he took swift hold of your back in return, biting his lip in anticipation like a giddy kid.

“But if you sprain a muscle, I’m not bringing you the ice,” you stated firmly to his face.

“You can’t sprain what’s scarcely there,” he beamed back like it was of any reassurance.

“Well, alright.”

That obnoxious smoke hit your nose again. Beneath the golden glow of red lampshades, Zib had unexpectedly honored your ambitions by sitting marginally more erect, pushing up the brim of his hat to ensure his sight wasn’t failing him.

“Wouldn’t you look at that,” he grunted, pointy eyebrows raised. “They’re doing it for real.”

Viktor stopped in his surprisingly gentle handiwork and fixed a sharp, singular eye on the pair of you. When your clumsy preparations and nervous fidgeting painted a confirmatory enough picture, he set the glass and rag down with a thud, leisurely slapping two huge paws on the clean oak counter to lean on it.

“Dis vill be amusing.”

You gulped at the audience, blooming in your chest a severe doubt. You squeezed Rocky’s shoulder and felt the pointed conjunction of bones digging into your palm without any real effort.

“Whenever you’re ready…”

He smiled at you with those sweet blue eyes that drew your attention like a magnet, adamant on dissolving your worries within themselves. It almost convinced you that what you were about to do wasn’t both ridiculously asinine and physically unsafe… albeit still rather mild by the standards of dating Rocky Rickaby.

You looked at one of the curling, wrought iron chandeliers and sucked in a resolute breath.

“…Here goes nothing.”

In clenched-fist concentration, you jumped and threw your legs in the air for him to catch. He grabbed after them in wide-eyed startlement and as the momentum flung you at him, you prayed.

There was a grunting noise. Something in-between the squeak of a strangled rubber chicken and the aghast chuff of a scuffed, abused bagpipe as every last square inch of air is violently crushed out of it; you’d heard naught of such a combination before yet were instantly able to identify it. Arms clasped tight around his neck you hung on for dear life whilst he gripped your side and thighs in a no less firm desperation, fingers unintendedly clawing into tense flesh. He stood taut as a bowstring, you could feel as much beneath the clothes, though unfortunately nowhere near as straight and with every slight tremble and corrective squirm you feared yourselves tipping over in his direction and giving the carpeted limestone a sore greeting.

Time collapsed to a halt under the weight of anticipation. Cautious in your breaths, wide-eyed and blatantly uncomforted by his palpable quaking, you watched as his rigid expression of concentration strained on a half-hearted grin for your sake to mask what very much still was mortal terror hatching from amongst the shards of hubris.

And then… nothing.

You blinked a few times. Other than your own heartbeat, and what amounted to the whimpers of a heavy wooden chair being dragged across the floor that you soon confirmed to be coming from him instead, all sounds of impending doom receded. You took a deep inhale of the stagnant cave air and held it in bewilderment, knees squished close to one another.

Well, you’d be damned.

Flush to his torso and clutching the cheap fabric of his shirt, you stared on, trying to comprehend the situation. As was he, evidently, with how amidst his tight-lipped yet valiant bearing of the ramifications his eyes darted around the room as if disaster was running unusually late. No gears turn at such a pace however, for when at last the ice in your tendons began to melt in contemplation of asking whether he could move enough to put you down safely or if you should just jump for it, he exerted a small huff of accomplishment and it changed something, because you began to dip rapidly forward. Some indiscernible profanity escaped your mouth.

At least he gallantly broke your fall… and a rib as well, by the sound of it.

The ground was about as soft as you’d imagined when it kissed your limbs and left you with your hands splayed on velvety carpet. You caught glimpse of your audience and, lo and behold, Viktor for a brief second appeared to possess something of a smile behind the bar. Of schadenfreude, naturally. Nonetheless the witnessing of such an evanescent miracle left you nothing short of humbled.

“Well, that surprised nobody,” Zib sneered, a whiff of smoke leaving his nostrils. “We’ll hold him a tasteful funeral.”

“He’s not dead,” you indignantly countered, blowing tousled locks of hair out of your face, then turned to your knight in shoddy armor just to be sure. “You’re not dead, right?”

With that, you recognized that the reason your posterior ached less than the rest of you was his organs still being smushed under it, so you hastily clambered off. Sweetly enough, he hadn’t mentioned, though it may have just been that he’d yet to recover from getting the wind knocked out of him enough to form a sentence.

“Never felt more alive,” he wheezed in affirmation, clutching his torso. “I’ve come to sense fibers of my physique I didn’t know existed.”

“No wonder. Did you dislocate something?”

Crouched over your boyfriend on all fours, you scrutinized him whilst your tail lashed back and forth in acute concern regarding his lack of attempts to get up despite having him practically caged under you. Considering his talent for looking pathetic while curled up on the floor, you couldn’t be blamed.

“Well, all of my bones are still inside,” he tilted his head without raising it to look over himself. “That’s their designated place, I believe.”

“You’re such a twit.”

Bright blue eyes flicked up at you innocently, arms clasped together in a protective self-embrace. Your features softened with a sigh.

“I heard a crack,” you explained, gaze lingering over his ribcage. “I thought I’d hurt you.”

“Oh, that was just my pride,” he dismissed jovially. “Nothing worth the bewailment. Poor thing wasn’t about to survive the winter anyhow.”

That restless, puffy tail of yours came to a tentative pause upon his knees, drawn only halfway up to accomodate your presence as he squirmed lightly in his restricted position. Though the barely lit murk of underground, his grin still shined as disarming as any other.

“You couldn’t hurt me if you tried.”

Whether he meant that remark as a pacification or a challenge, you preferred not to dispute. You let go of the tension in your shoulders however, easing off to settle down next to him and allow him some space to do the same.

“Well, this was just stupid,” you concluded, listlessly examining your bruised appendages. “I have no idea what drove you to something so pointless.”

He carefully rolled up off the ground then simply sat there, blinking at you in a way that betrayed neither any particular discomfort nor the absence of it. You observed him in ponderance. Due to the lack of any concrete signals from upstairs you decided you’d just have to assume the best.

“Unless,” you teased with a squint of suspicion, minding your volume, “you just wanted me on top of you that bad.”

Now that definitely reached the headquarters. When it did, he responded with one of those downright sinful grins that made the notion of punching him in the face sound vastly appealing.

“It wasn’t according to my plan, per se,” he gestured in a sly manner, “but it’s certainly not a development you’ll catch me complaining about.”

“You cad.”

You regarded him with a scolding glare you didn’t really mean but perhaps should’ve. He stood or, well, sat his ground, and it didn’t take a medium to guess anymore what newfound visions might’ve been stirring on behind that striped forehead of his; you only hoped he wouldn’t start waxing poetics about it.

“Could’ve just asked me nicely,” you murmured with a smirk.

You noted the proximity all of a sudden; his nose couldn’t have been two inches away from touching yours. He peered down at you in awareness, chuckling.

“Ah, but the overture's half the merriment.”

“This place has marvelous acoustics, by the way,” Zib spoke out of nowhere and made every bone in your body flinch, “so you might wanna consider taking this somewhere else before our sparse patronage arrives–”

“Oh, shut it, Zibowsky.”

You snapped at him, ears pinned, feeling rather deserving of some soap in your mouth. Rocky got over the interruption with a more careless ease and disregarded the air of awkwardness he helped create in favor of lighting up in triumph.

“But our labour for love wasn’t in vain, after all!” he exclaimed over your shoulder. “We all saw it, right? My romantically inspired exhibition of unprecedented prowress? I must’ve held on for a good minute there!”

“How long did it last, by the way?” you inquired, watching as Viktor continued cleaning glasses. “I was too busy panicking to count.”

“Two seconds.”

Your face stretched in astonishment. Zib took out a lighter.

“You’re pulling my leg.”

“No, really,” he reiterated, igniting another cigarette with a series of clicks while the previous butt laid crumpled beside him on the counter, “two seconds. I was just about to congratulate you.”

You stared on at the sprawling carpet, befuddled, yet the intricate patterns held no explanation for this anomaly. Time does simply happen to slow to a crawl when you’re fearing for your life, as it turned out. Rocky slumped in dejection.

“Ah well,” he lamented, bushy brows descending. “It would appear that my hopes to beguile you with a debonair display could not come true after all.”

His tail gingerly curled around him, saddened to an equal degree. You pouted along in playful endearment.

“You’re so silly,” you ascertained. “I don’t mind that you’re a weakling.”

You took his hand balled up on the ground, enveloping it with your own. He watched in slight trepidation.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

The two of you locked eyes amidst the magnificent cavern of bygone extravagance; the ‘heart of the Earth’, as he’d put it. Decked in hues of crimson and gold and marinating in a mystiqueful twilight, a regrettably vacant wonder of architectural design honoring the arts décoratifs, all the dazzling sights of the establishment couldn't have hoped to draw you away from the one instrictic extension of it you delighted in looking at the most.

“And I wouldn’t trade you in for the brawniest of gallants,” you pressed a tingling kiss on his cheek, “my noodle-limbed prince.”

#{💌 mod rory 💌}#{didn't remember my mod tag being so extra hahhah}#Oneshot On The Rocks #lackadaisy #lackadaisy x reader #lackadaisy reader insert #lackadaisy rocky #rocky lackadaisy #rocky rickaby #rocky rickaby x reader #{feels good to have made something for you all again. hope you enjoy <3}

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beansnsoup · 9 months

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The forced arrange with DK you wrote a cuple months ago is so good yet so short. Could you write a second part please?❤

I have short fic/writers block syndrome but I gotchu

☆

Good Arrangement

Summary: The two of you have been going out together for a while now, being forced to get close enough for marriage due to an alliance. You weren't complaining at all, though.

Relationship: Platonic going on romantic

Character: Donkey Kong

Warnings: fluff, forced relationships, gn reader

*Part 2 to this fic

"Do I technically have to propose?"

"I don't think so, we started talking to get married."

"True."

You smiled at this. The two of you had been hanging out for a good two or three months now, and you were aching for him to confirm you guys were official.

To be honest, it felt like you were, but you never openly called each other partners. Then again, you'd be getting married either way

"DK?"

"Yeah, what is it?" He replied, kicking his feet around in the sand on the beach, this is where the two of you always went together. It was by far your favorite shared place.

"What are we? I know we're supposed to have some sort of romance, but would you say we do?"

"Oh, well I really like you; I didn't think that I would enjoy this when dad told me about it but there's something about you Y/N. It's fine if you hate this because I will just enjoy the fact that you know how I feel."

"Wow that was really poetic and unlike you, DK."

"I know, I have no idea where that came from." He chuckled and avoided you eye contact.

You noticed this, "Well, if it makes you feel better, I also hated the idea of an arranged marriage when my mom told me, but this has been some of the most amazing days of my life. I really like you too, DK."

He looks back at you, a smile slowly creeping on his face. That's when her wrapping you up in one of the longest and tightest hugs you've ever been in, which you returned, for the most part.

"DK..." You choked out,

"Yeah?"

"I...can't, breathe."

"Oh, sorry."

He pulled away, coughing to kill the silence, "Don't tell anyone i got all lovey dovey on you tonight." He said, putting lovey dovey in air quotes.

You laughed, "Okay."

He looks down at you, smiling, he's never felt so understood before, you were the one person that he could stand having a conversation with, the one person he knew for a fact he could always impress.

"So, when's the wedding?" You mom asked as you were sitting at the kitchen table after dinner.

Normally you would bite back with a snarky comment but recently you've been so open and willing to try all these different things. "I don't know, we haven't really discussed it." You caught yourself smiling down at your empty plate.

"Well whenever you do, I already started making a dream board for it, so feel free to come add to it."

"Okay, thanks mom."

You honestly couldn't wait anymore for that day to come.

Yall lmk if you want more 🫶

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dozing-composing · 5 months

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I'd love to hear more romantic OrpheusxReader headcannons!

Do you have any in mind for how he might propose?

(And really lovely work btw! You're really providing us vbros fans with much needed crumbs 🤣)

OhMyGod Thank You! I Noticed There Wasn't Much VBros Content In General And Thought That Needed To Be Changed Lol. Everyone In The Fandom Has Been So Sweet. I'm So Lucky Y'all Accepted Me And My Mediocre Writing 😭

P.S. I've Looked At Your Account A Couple Of Times And I Love Your OC! The Way You Draw Dr.O Is *Chef's Kiss* 🙌❤ Your Art Style Is So Beautiful Too!

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✦ As I've said before, if you went to the dictionary and looked up the words "hopeless romantic," his picture shows up right next to it. ✦ He's devoted to you. He worships the very ground you walk on. You're his light, his muse, his everything. Anything you do is perfect. ✦ He gives little monologues. There's barely any words that can describe how much he loves you, but he's willing to make an attempt. ✦ He makes sure to remember every moment you share. He dabbles in the art of scrapbooking, writing down what happened and the date it all happened on. He places each keepsake on each page with tender care. If there is none, he does his best to draw it out. ✦ His love for you knows no bounds. The way he'd show this to you is when he makes you officially his. ✦ His proposal to you is what seals the bond he shares with you. He goes the whole nine yards. This has to be perfect. I could see this going one of two ways.. ▸ Either he'd cook your favorite meal and have rose petals scattered around the place. Red wine sits on the table that's set for two, a bouquet of roses sits as the centerpiece. He's dressed up real nice in his tux. After you two are finished dining, he'll make his way over to you and get on one knee. With your hand in his, he gets all poetic, tears forming in his already glistening eyes as he expresses his need for you to become one with him. Then comes the ring encased in a velvet box. OR ▸ He'd have you go on a little scavenger hunt with a bunch of pictures from his most prized memories of you, leading you outside to him with his hands behind his back. There's a trellis covered in vines and various flowers. Fairy lights are hung around. A tall white bedsheet hangs behind him, held together by two posts. He'll then give a speech, reflecting the times you both share. Each memory displays on the sheet with an unknown projector. Then, he'll kneel, and he'll bring out what he's been hiding behind his back. A ring. Your ring. ✦ There will be a lot of tears if you say yes. He's more than overjoyed. He'll slide the ring on, grasp you by the waist and dip you into a passionate kiss. You'll then slow dance with him, the first dance of many on this new journey of yours. ✦ I believe the ring would have an engraving on the inside of it. Probably some quote he thought of while thinking back about your love for each other.

#♡#the venture brothers #the venture bros #venture bros #venture bros x reader #byron orpheus #byron orpheus x reader #headcanons #request

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j3lly-fish · 1 month

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˚✦ Raiden Esior - In Detail ✦˚

Thank you for the tag, @sadraccoon061 ❣

[ PERSONAL ]

Financial: wealthy / moderate/poor / in poverty I wanna say he's between wealthy and moderate?

Medical: fit/ moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

Class or Caste: upper/ middle / working / unsure/ other

Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other He's a teacher, to some extent.

Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet/ yes, but charges were dismissed Don't ask.

[ FAMILY ]

Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children

Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings/ sibling(s) is deceased

Affiliation: orphaned / adopted/ disowned/ raised by birth parent/ not applicable

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

extroverted / introverted /in between

disorganized / organized/ in between

close minded / open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable/ in between

cautious/ reckless / in between Only if he's the guy getting the consequences of it LOL

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken/ reserved / in between

leader / follower /in between

empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working/ lazy / in between

cultured / uncultured /in between / unknown

loyal / disloyal / unknown

faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS ]

Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist/ agnostic Most spellcasters are polytheist in my story

Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Belief in Reincarnation: yes/ no/ don’t know / don’t care He tries not to think of that possibility.

Belief in Aliens: yes/ no / don’t know / don’t care

Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

Philosophical: yes / no Bitches LOVE him for his poetic philosophical swag.

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual He doesn't really use labels since he's a bit traditional, but doesn't mind being assigned as pansexual.

Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naïve and clueless / romance suspicious

Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender/ other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

Literacy Skills: excellent/ good / moderate / poor / none

Artistic Skills: excellent / good/ moderate / poor / none

Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor/ none Don't give grandpa a phone he'll have a brain aneurysm.

[ HABITS ]

Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes/ frequently / alcoholic Good ol glass of wine enjoyer

Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker More of a social smoker, won't say no if he's gifted an expensive cigar.

Recreational Drugs: never / quit / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict. He used to smoke the silly flowers in the realm back in his younger days does that coun-

Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions/ sometimes / frequently / binge eater

Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

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I'm not 100% caught up with who's been tagged for this one, so if you're reading this you've been tagged! ❤

#tag game #sim: raiden #j3llyfish #sims 4 #sims 4 tag game #sims tag game #j3llyfish sims 4 stuff

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like-rain-or-confetti · 1 year

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With the rouges. What about a s/o that's like Morticia Addams? If you can't do this that's fine!! But it got me curious 🤔❤

Penguin: "Darling, I always wear black."

Many gangsters pined for your attention. You were the hosts' partner after all. Naturally everyone wanted a piece of you. Compliments and flattery came in waves. You feigned flattery, took every compliment that came your way. It was always your outfits, each and every night you were glammed up. Although you remained indifferent to those attempts to swoon you.

Two-Face: "Life's not all lovely thorns and singing vultures you know..."

Okay not expected... Harv' loves it. Then again he remained indifferent and even if your metaphors were rather dark, you did have a point. You saw beauty in the darkness where others didn't, including himself. Perhaps that's why you were attracted to him in the first place.

Victor Zsasz: "There's nothing more romantic than a dark, chill attic in a thunderstorm."

"You're weird." He said blankly before smirking. "We're hiding! You know there's much more killing involved on date nights!" He eyed the corner of the roof. "As long as the leaky roof doesn't bother us." You grinned. "Just as lovely. A little danger and dismay with such a dreary place. Delightful!"

Scarecrow: "Scream if you need anything."

You had said that when leaving the room. The man wriggled and pleaded against his restraints, tied to the metal table. You welcomed the man like he was a guest in your home. In fact, he was a guest in an abandoned warehouse that wasn't yours at all and were going to he one of his experiments. Jonathan fully anticipated a lot of screaming. Jonathan smiled as he watched you leave. In times like these he utterly adored you.

The Riddler: "Hearts are wild creatures, that's why our ribs are cages."

So he doesn't always like it. He finds it creepy. Although, sometimes you had a poetic beauty in how you perceived things. He could appreciate that bit the rest of the time, it's weird and so are you. Don't you dare think of leaving him though. You're his weirdo. You knew what you were getting into.

Black Mask: "Normal is an illusion. What is normal to a spider is chaos for the fly."

You're a freak but he loves you. That did piss him off because couldn't he have fallen for someone normal? Although it was rather nice to have someone encourage his sadistic nature. "Last night...you frightened me. Do it again." See its just so apparent why he loves you but don't think he's happy about it!

Mad Hatter: "You took him, turned him against me and made his life hell. All I can forgive, but..." "...pastels?"

Jervis could be easily manipulated when he wasn't well. However you seemed relatively unphased. When you found the one responsible, you were calm and collected. You sited everything they had done, all many would find unforgivable but one act crossed your line. Wearing pastels? Ghastly. That sounded like you and the statement was enough to distract him. "My love, let's go home. I don't want the pastels rubbing off on you." You grimaced.

#batman #batman villains #batman scenarios #request #the riddler #mad hatter #black mask #two face #scarecrow #penguin #victor zsasz #edward nygma #jonathan crane #jervis tetch #roman sionis #harvey dent #oswald cobblepot

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castielhereforyou · 2 years

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How would our pretty boys (MCL HS) react if Candy wrote them handmade love letters?

Hiiiii Anon !!

OMG😭, yk I wanted to do love letters myself some months ago haha (But I gave up xD)and I can't help but think that ur request is just sooo cute and adorable😭❤I can't wait to start to write about thisss!!

MCL (Pretty :3) Boys reactions to Candy's Love letters:

1-Castiel :

-I think we all know Castiel is a hidden romantic (xD), soo He is playing like he hates all those stuff that are "lovey dovey".

-But I also think that He might thinks that it's kinda "cliché", but at the same time He doesn't trash talk about it💁, come on Castiel u write songs about Candy more than you breath!

-But when He found out that Candy writes some and even wrote one about Him<3 He can't help but fall even moore in love with Candy😭❤.

-Soo, let's imagine Candy a blushing mess haha xDD, giving Him the letter<3, He noticed that she is, in that moment veryy shy😭and He can't help but tease her!but He would thank herr in his wayy haha❤kisses and hugs<3

-Sooo I think in the end He might end up loving it! And who knows maybe even try to write one~ (or proceed to write and compose another song about Her <3)

2-Lysander :

-Héhé, tbh I was excited for him for this one :D!

-Lysander AKA the romatic guy HE IS, would LOOOVE ittt😭❤!!

-Before Candy, He never received one, but He is a biggg lover of that! It's just so romantic, poetic and loving casually everything He loves :D

-I also can't help but think he also does that!

-Would probably write a song inspired from his love's letter<3

-And maybe even writing some together, blushing, sharing kisses and being lovey dovey haha❤We looove lovely people in this house!!

3-Nathaniel:

-Nath, for mee would be neutral about those sort of things, I just don't picture him as romantic as Castiel and Lysander yk, like He doesn't hateee ittt but at the same time not into it :3.

-Buuut, we all know He loves Candy a looot, soo when He finds out she writes love letters, he can't help but love this! And just like Castiel fall even harder😭❤.

-Pluus as a big literature lover! he loves that idea! We can clearly say that Candy changed his mind ^^

-Would probably stick all the letter together, and read them before sleeping <3 just like his books! And it might even turn into his fav book^^ <3

4-Armin:

-For Armin, just like Nath, I don't think he is into romantic things that much!

-Buttt, we all know that all MCL Boys love Candy sooo muchh, and so does Armin :3.

-Pluus, we all can notice that Armin finds Candy just soo adorable😭❤soo when she told Him that she writes love letters, He finds her even moore cuute<3

-He will also try to write some but couldn't cause he is not thay good with writing😭but that's doesnt bother Candy! She is okay with all the moments they're spending together^^

-Soo he will try to take her ouut more, we know he isn't a fan of outside butt He'd everthing for Candy <3

5-Kentin:

-WOULD LOVE ITTT (HAHA sorry that was aggressive for a start xD)

-No but we all knoooow Cookie boy is into the romantic stuff and all the cutie and lovey things <3 (chocolate, plushies,..^^)

-And like, I think like every boys😭he will fall like 102992 times harder😭❤soo happyyy to see his gf is as lovey and romantic as Him<3

-Would get herrr moore gifts than usual :3, Cause He knows he can't write, He is noot veryyy gooood at itt, soo he will try to make her happy with the things he is good at^^.

-Happy Kennykins haha!

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Posting thiis at 2am almost 3am💀😭😭HAHAHA I just wanted to work on ittt cause this request is just soo adorable and I always have inspiration at nightt^^

Thankss again Anon for this request<333

#mcl #my candy love #mcl headcanons #my candy love headcanons #mcl meme #mcl castiel #mcl nathaniel #mcl armin #mcl kentin #mcl lysander #Yesss our pretty boyss

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strongheartneteyam · 2 months

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Spread love to fanfic writers! Answer these questions about your fanfics then send this to 5 other fanfic writers Name a fic you loved writing the most. Name a fic that others loved but you didn’t care for as much. Name a fic you had the most fun writing. Name a fic that you are the most proud of. Name a fic that you wish had gotten more recognition. Name your happiest/saddest/most comedic fics!

Ik you’re on a break rn but I still wanted to send this in for you, mama 💕

Tysm for sending me this, baby love 💖

1st question: I think it's gonna have to be Realize where you belong. It's definitely my favorite fanfic of mine.

2nd question: it's A New Beginning. It was a request from a dear friend of mine and I loved gifting it to her, but I didn't connect that much to the story and I'm a bit insecure about it, if I did an actual good job or not. But she loved it and many people did too so I'm happy about that 🤍

3rd question: I think it was We are just animals because I let out some of my deepest, primal kinks out in that fic and I got such a good rush of something that was almost euphoria while writing it. I was a bit insecure when I posted it but I also thought that many people might share the same kinks as I do and love the story and I'm incredibly happy that it's my fic with the most notes on it ❤😈😜

4th question: Definitely Realize where you belong. Even though Champagne Problems comes right behind it. Realize where you belong is the story that I pour my soul out into it the most while I'm writing, it's my most poetic fanfic and it was inspired by many classic stories that I'm obsessed with, like Romeo and Juliet, Wuthering Heights, the myth of Hades and Persephone, Beauty and the Beast etc if I was a published writer, I'd like people to think about this story whenever anyone mentioned my name 🫀💕

5th question: it's Get your shit together so I can love you, without any doubt. It's a human Jake story that talks about the struggles that people with physical disabilities go through when it comes to loving their body, to finding worth in themselves and how it can be incredibly hard for them - us - to be in a relationship. I say "us" because, as much as I'm not in a wheelchair like Jake was, I have fibromyalgia and even though my limbs work perfectly fine, I go through pain everyday and deal with many others symptoms and my illness is considered an invisible disability. I wrote that fic to raise awareness about the hardships that disabled people face.

My happiest fic: I wish I could. I consider it a fairytale type of fic where almost everything goes right and there's a happy ending (it's on hiatus but it will definitely have a very happy ending 💓)

My saddest fic: It bleeds and it burns and I wet you like water but she stained you like blood. Those fics talk about very raw themes, complexities of people's nature (aliens are considered people too. They're also sapient, therefore complex) and the characters go through a lot of hurt. My chest was tight as I wrote them and it still hurts anytime I read them again.

My most comedic fic: Champagne Problems. I consider it a romantic comedy filled with angst, that also talks about sensitive themes lol There are lots of funny, awkward moments in this fic and I had so much fun writing them haha

#victória answers her precious flowers ❀˚ ༘#victória's moots live in her heart <3◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

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freuleinanna · 1 year

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You are feeding the fandom well, thank you!

Maybe masriel + reunion (during rebellion)? ❤

three-sentence fics: reqs are welcome!

thank you! this one ripped my heart a little so I hope you like it 💛

To have her here, what a riot; Asriel loads himself with work, shouting orders, demanding information, always giving his feet some place to walk because he feels, if left idle, they'll take every shortcut to bring him to her, as though he can't bear going anywhere else.

Hours later, when he's lost in thoughts, they inevitably do: he finds himself standing in the corridor dying to, yet not daring to knock, his hand rising and falling dozens of times; she must have heard a noise, or felt him simply, because the door creaks open, and there she is, letting a dim light on his face; poetic and poignant.

'It's you,' that's all she says - it's you: relief, acceptance, accusation, an insult and an injury, a dusty love letter, a war cry, at once grief and consolation; he grabs Marisa without thinking, feels her arms enfolding him, holding him so tight he can hardly breathe; there's nothing romantic about their embrace in a poorly lit corridor of a poorly destined base camp, only recognition, only understanding;

'It's me,' he says.

#it's the shared history for me #the bond you never quite break #the baggage if you will #the mortifying ordeal of having been known and never being unknown #wow ok now im just spiraling #hdm #hdm fic #three sentence fic #his dark materials #masriel #marisa coulter #asriel belacqua #asriel x marisa #marisa x asriel

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midgardian-witch · 1 year

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So since you watched Mojave....😳 👄 ❤️ for Jack pls

The grimy murder man? With pleasure, anon 💙 Pick an emoji and a character and i will give you a headcanon

😳 : A confessing headcanon

I am taking this as love confession because of the emoji and the whole other context of emojis here. Jack confessing his love is both direct and incredibly poetic. He has this tendency to be very verbose and flowery (which i love as a contrast to his general nastyness). So he'd tell the person he is interested in that he likes them in the most crass yet somehow beautiful way possible. Idk smth like "Listen, sweetheart. I would sell my soul to the devil himself to die with my fat cock burried to the hilt inside of you." - horny but somehow charming?

👄 : A kiss headcanon

Sloppy. Just lots of tongue. That man doesn't kiss he devours.

❤ : A romantic headcanon

Romance is hm. Idk i feel like he would definitely give gifts. He stole those gifts but he'd give them to his romantic partner none the less. Also he would absolutely write songs and poetry for them.

#ask meme #ask answered #jack mojave #jack john johnson #mojave movie #headcanons

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m1ckeyb3rry · 9 months

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STOP! YOU HAVE TUMBLR? 😭😭I love your stories so much, the amount of times I read ‘Promise’ is unbelievable. I love your writing style, it’s so beautiful. The words are creative yet they are so simple and flow so well with each other. And Y/N is always so funny, it’s never the perfect Y/N since we can see the flaws clearly within her and she understands them.

My favourite without a doubt is ‘Promise’. It’s so hard to find a character who joins the Military Police or is born a noble (plus the Eren is a bonus). Her relationship with both friends and family are important to her since in most stories it just focuses on romance. Also poor Levi. I never realised how funny of a best friend Jean would be, and I live for their friendship. I swear my sister is so bored and tired of my ranting about this story. When I read ‘Swear’ I could tell the difference but also the similarities, both were so fun to read. I’m excited to see what happens next with Swear if you continue to write it.

Endure…. That had me bawling. It was so heartbreaking yet sweet. She went through so much shit and managed to pull herself together even when the man she loved was destroying everything. And the fact she moved on was so sweet yet sad, she loved Eren but Armin and was so torned between them. And the cabin scene with the little waltz that she taught him a long time ago gave me tears. You know how to make me cry, I also cried in the last chapter of Promise when she dies and they meet again in another life. I swear most Y/Ns always live up to the end, the plot armour is so strong.

I recently started SITH and the Colt love ❤,but I’m also suffering from second lead syndrome cuz he is so sweet. But I am also curious what will happen to the Jeagerist Ackerman Y/N? I’ve never seen a type like that before and I’m so curious to know what happened next. I’m dying of my impatience to see her arc and story and I think I will most likely cry in it.

Sorry for the little rambling but you are my favourite author since your stories fit it so well and the characters are never ooc.

YESS I DO HAVE TUMBLR!!! I’m trying to be more active on here nowadays :) and thank you so much I’m so glad you like my writing!! I really try to balance being creative and having “poetic” writing with being easily understandable and not overly pretentious. I also don’t like reading perfect characters so i always try to write Y/N characters that have flaws and act at least SOMEWHAT realistically.

I’ll respond to everything else under the cut because I don’t want to take up too much space on the dash lol

I think promise is one of the only stories where Y/N is an MP!! I’m sure there’s others but definitely not many hahaha. To me when it’s just romance it makes the plot and experience of reading the story almost boring?? It definitely makes writing it boring so I usually focus on platonic and familial relationships as well as romantic ones ofc. JEAN IN PROMISE IS SO FUNNY i actually love him so much in all of my stories but especially that one…he’s just so good as a best friend character honestly. And noooo not your sister LMAOO I get it though I always make my best friend (the inspiration behind Tullia) listen to all of my story ideas and she’s definitely so done with it by now. If you ever want to rant about anything my inbox is always open!! You can send an ask or just dm

Honestly endure feels like a fever dream at this point I’m not sure why i just feel like a completely different person wrote it if that makes sense?? I’m not huge in the AOT fandom anymore so maybe that’s why 🤔 regardless endure always feels like home in a way because it’s my longest story and the one that most people have read so it’s just super important to me…kind of like a childhood room HAHAHA and yeah Y/N characters usually have massive plot armor but you’ll never catch me slipping like that 💪🏻

SitH was meant to be a Colt fic but at this point it’s a Y/N fic 😭 jkjkjk it’s still a Colt fic ofc but the romance is so not focused on we’re like 130k words in and they haven’t even kissed or anything — it’s more plot and character driven. I’m not sure how far into it you are so I don’t want to spoil or anything but SitH Y/N is probably my favorite Y/N I’ve written because she’s super unique and the story really leans heavily into some aspects of her character and trauma that a lot of fics don’t usually touch on. I definitely feel you about the second lead syndrome though I feel like it’s so easy to get with SitH because Friedrich is so bf material (idk if you’ve gotten to Hadrian yet but he also has very much second lead syndrome vibes although his situation is kind of different because he’s not exactly a second lead??? But he is??? But he isn’t??? I can’t explain it I’m sure you’ll know what I mean if you’ve gotten there already)

Unfortunately swear and hostis humani generis (the Jaegerist ackerman Y/N fic) were victims of the great m1ckeyb3rry cleanse and I don’t really anticipate finishing them 😭 I did have their endings planned out though so if you really want I can give you the sparknotes versions :) rest assured though both endings were very sad as is expected from me by now

I LOVE RAMBLING NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR IT!!! Long asks are literally my favorite thing ever I love reading and responding to them. Ramble as much as you like!! Also I’m super flattered to be your favorite author and it’s so nice to hear that you think my characters aren’t ooc because i’m always paranoid that they are. Thank you sm for reading and leaving an ask. UNRELATED BUT I SAW YOUR ART ON YOUR TUMBLR ACCOUNT IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL I’M JEALOUS

#answered asks

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shinyeeveelynn · 1 year

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Hey Eevee, how does Eren ✨seduce✨ you? 😏

ooooOOOooOoOoOooOOOO SPICY ASKKK? More like a chance to embarrass Eren, lets do this.

I'd be lying to you if I said Eren is a smooth™, suave gentlemen. He's not, he's a caveman. Sometimes I'll catch him staring just a little too hard, or looking at me up and down and oh boy, I know immediately what he wants. Not very tactful but no lack of passion there because at the first sign of a go ahead he's all over me. That or he gets a tone. I can't describe it, I feel like a lot of people have "the tone" they get in their voice yknow when they're feeling spicy. He knows what he's doing and how to take care of me but it's all very needy and desperate, so he's definitely not the guy you wanna ask for tips if you want some poetic, romantic lines or calculated moves, lmao.

I'm not even kinda sorry for outting him. 🤷‍♀️ THANKS FOR THE ASK, YOU'RE AWESOME ❤

#💖: Titan Boy #not sure who's the bigger simp me or him but I'm starting to think it's him #Tw: suggestive

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celestialholz · 2 years

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Celestial Live-Reacts: STP 2.8, 'Mercy

... So, last week, we had Q as the sun, brain and heart, and him behind a white door that hides the truth. Tough act to follow, lads 😂

Shall we see if they pull it off?

"I will do anything to have her survive", says the 'previously on...' for this week - mirroring before the episode even starts, we love to see it

Torchy flashbacks?

... The fuck? Is that Ricardo???? 🤔

Ducaine from Temporal Investigations in Voyager is wild

... And creepy...

Ooo, early titles today! This shit hits different after knowing about the opening credits...

CINDY APPEL'S BACK 😍😍 The legend herself! Oh, now I have hope for this episode ❤

"It's 2024 - people have trouble with revolving doors, never mind a Borg Queen" - Okay, a. rude and b. unnecessary 😂

Trouble in paradise?

Sister Seven, so wholesome ❤

... They're really selling Ducaine as not being Ducaine 😆

"I was dehydrated - after all, I'm only human." You wonderful, sarcastic bastard you 😂

Poor Kore, bless her 😔

Nice VR headset there chuck

"Patience, mon petit." Ohhhh, hello there king - on the French already I see 😍

"A friend, a firestarter, a simulacra - a living program, planted here when I hacked into your father's system, waiting for you to arrive at this very moment." More competent genius!Q, fuck yes 😍😍

"He created you, then locked you in a prison. I'm sending you the key - are you brave enough to use it?" Mmm... like Picard 'created' this situation, locking Q within - now, is he brave enough to alter his original mistake? Very clever ❤

... It has a BOW, he's so extra 😂

'Freedom'? He gave her the cure, like he gave Picard the answer 😍

Dead guy 👀

"In her shoes, I'd want nothing but connection." 😭 Bless Seven

"Can you try and be a little less happy that I'm defective?" I'm about to form the Seven Defence League here 🙁

Metallic smell, metallic taste... still lingering, from the age of six. Fuck, man.

Three Agnes settings: here, there and gone 😆

... She's still in there, bless her ❤

They're so BORED 😂

Fuck's sake Rios 😂

"A crusty old admiral", ouch 😅

Ricardo is baby 😍

Theresa: ????????????? 😂

Cake!

Trios do be beautiful though 😍

"I'd like to have more in my memory bank than all the times I saved your ass." "I like to think that we saved each other." Lovely ❤

"Pretend we're married. We used to spend every second together. Now, it feels like a business partnership. We talk, but we don't talk. Then we get stuck together, literally. Driving to see family for Christmas, and break down. We're stuck in a shitty motel. We go to a bar, and hang out for the first time in so long. I've been thinking about having an affair with a friend from work."

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... What in the fucking fuck. 😂😂

Cindy, you need to be stopped 🤣 I am going insane, dear sweet christ...

Obviously this story is poetic licence to a degree, but fuck... shall we apply this to Picard, for just one second? 'We talk in riddles; we get stuck together in 2024, after I've gone to see my family in the past. The ship breaks down, and we're in this crappy, crappy place. We see one another for the first time in ages, and I've been considering being with Laris'.

... So Q is already framed as the husband. As the constant, the misunderstood, but the loved. And this is in Spanish, another Romance language, by the way, as though the connection wasn't obvious enough. I am UNHINGED 😂😂

"Is this you being romantic?" Of course it is, Q-Rios. He's a speechmaker. 😂

"At this bar, you tell me something about yourself. I've known you for ten years, and it brings me to tears - I never knew that. That's what I want you to tell me now, before I fly away - a fundamental, deepest truth, that in another life it took me a decade to learn about you."

... It DOESN'T END, what is my life 😂😂

"Before I fly away." "A fundamental, deepest truth." ... We're going to hear what Q was going to say in AGT. John's already told us about 'a whisper' being his favourite and most important moment of the season, and Picard's going to hear it, and have to leave.

... Fuck me. I'm dead now. No more. 😂😂 This meta I'm about to write is going to pop the fuck OFF...

Let's not even talk about the Tapestry bar relevance here, the fact that the 'friend from work' could also be Bev... it's over, I am SO DONE 😂

... Ah, bollocks. We're only twenty minutes in. I have to live-react more. The things I do for you people 😂😂 *screams*

Rios: "That, uhm... the moment I fell for you, I -" ... There are just SO MANY THINGS they could have put here, after this and instead of it, but I'll keep it simple: "I'm in love with you." Jesus christ. 👁👄👁

... They snog. Just consider the potential foreshadow of that, in light of what we've just heard and can now foresee, and die along with me 😂😍😍

"Details!" says Ducaine, as we flip directly to him after hearing all of this. Very subtle Cindy, congrats on that 😂😂 What the fuck

Ducaine, tell Uncle Jean-Luc who you are dear ❤

Q HAS INFILITRATED THE FBI. He has a phone, he's a genius, and he's in the FBI now. Dear lord 😂

John de Lancie just looks hot in anything doesn't he, my god 👁👄👁

"YOU? You summoned me?" "You must be Q." YES. Q AND GUINAN ACTION 😍😍😍 Fucking hell, this episode is a delight

He did hear it, then! But he's alarmingly slow... 😭

"And you are that multi-celled, sanctimonious, droning shrew known as Guinan." 😂😂 Beautiful

Ahh, she doesn't know him yet!

"The summoning is a SACRED RITUAL, not a CHAT" 😂 This whole thing is going to be gold-pressed latinum isn't it

Also, 'bipeds'? Q is a sentient gas cloud in his normal form confirmed?

"When the ritual stalled, I felt something - emptiness, and fear. I thought it was me, but it wasn't. I feel it on you. You're dying." ... I mean, I knew, but I didn't KNOW know and like... 😭 His face, too? 😔

Random observation: even though Q wears his heart on his FBI sleeve far more than Jean-Luc, they both jump to immediate defence at being anything like understood. Fascinating...

"Yet, now... for the first time, as I look across the temporal horizon, it darkens. You think I'm dying... I prefer to believe that I am on the threshold of the unknowable." Christ. "I've always filed Q as unknowable," anyone?

"When I first felt it, I thought to myself, 'This is good. This is new.' Infinite life, after all, has its drawbacks." ... Oh dear fuck. I am crushed. 😭

"And so I prepared myself to be enveloped by the warm glow of meaning. Well, that moment... has yet to come. Not even a glimmer. Dying stars burn brighter as they spin toward extinction; I, on the other hand, seem to be simply disappearing... into nothing." 😭😭😭

Okay, this is horrendous, and John's fucking stunning in selling this quiet, hopeless pain 😍😍 but...

... As though we didn't already know he was the sun, wow... and it's so very bright behind that door...

*snap snap snap* "You see that? I'm honestly trying to vaporise you at this moment." 😂 That is SO Q - reveal, then hide. As opposed to hide, and reveal, Jean-Luc? 🤔

"This thing you're doing to Picard, it's how you're hoping to find... meaning in your life?" Oh what the shit. 👀 It is, isn't it? This is his purpose; this is what his life has led to: saving Picard.

"I now have a lifetime. Can a single act redeem a lifetime?" Oh, you sentimental bastard. 😭 It is. And he's painted himself as the sun, the heart and the brain... this isn't just 'meaning', darling. This is love. And it's not like I wasn't fully aware from the very beginning that he was doing this for love, but... wow. Wow. 😍😭

"The trap is immaterial - it's the escape that counts." What are you dying for, otherwise? 😔

"I'll see you when I see you... unfortunately." 😆

... My god. There's still more of this episode isn't there. I wish for sweet death. 😂😭😭

Kick his ARSE Kore, you princess you 😍

"Daughter of Zeus. Father of the gods." Brilliant, particularly because the Greeks painted their gods as poetic-mythic, and thus full of human flaws. 😍

First DOZEN? The fucking god complex on this man... 😡

"'Success'? Not 'love'?" Man is a bona fide psychopath, bet Spiner's loving this 😂

"You exist because I willed it. Of course I love my work, but I love you, too." I am incredibly hesitant to compare this man directly to Q when he's the evil overlord god and Q is the good benevolent god, but... yeahhh. He's saved Picard five times now, at least - and he does love his powers, but he loves Picard too. ❤

"Maybe it's you who doesn't exist without me." I think that what's Q afraid of, yeah... 😔

Tech wives 😍

Oh, hello Elnor! ❤ This is very sweet 😍

... I take it back 😂 Damn, Raf... she thinks she got him killed. 😔 We love to see a character acknowledging and conquering their flaws though 👏

"He stayed, for me. Then he died in my arms." ... Oh. Oh no. No no no. "The chase is dying in your arms," anyone? 😭😭 They're not going to actually do this, are they? REALLY?

I do not like Cindy Appel today 😂😔😔

"I assume a lecture on the futility of resistance isn't necessary." Oh fuck. God Complex, meet Queen Complex 👀

"'All humans are stuck in the past" - niiiiicely done Q. 😍

"I know a haunted man when I see one..." and then you look remarkably unconcerned by the thought of Q dying... 😒😒 Mark my words, Picard is too repressed - this is going to pay off massively when we destroy Q at the end 🙃

"You're the monster in the dark" 😍 Oh, would you look at that - he's a. just played by the same GUY as Ducaine, which is a nice touch, and b. is another human who misunderstands the good intentions of benevolent aliens! Fuck's sake Jean-Luc... 🙄

I love this. Vulcans trying to be kind and removing his memory, and they're so stoic they must have looked so uncaring... 😍 And of course, Picard knows Vulcans very well indeed. ❤

This is lovely 😍

Hello First Contact music... this man's a MCU extra, bless him 😂

"The man who cried alien" 😆

"That our destinies run apart and together..." 😍 Also very Qcard...

"I almost can't wait to meet you." "Et moi aussi." 😍😍😍 Best friendship ever.

Interesting partnership here...

"You lose a daughter... you become godfather to a world." Oh GODDAMMIT Adam 😒😒

They're after Picard...

OH GOOD. WE'RE ASSIMILATING THE SAS NOW. 😂😂 Sweet hell, they're so fucked...

... Jesus. Bloody. Christ.

Celestial Rating: 10/10.

... Yes, alright Cindy - take my first ten, you awful woman. 😒😂 This is simply stunning character work, sparkling dialogue and some truly horrific foreshadowing - but you'll have to see my meta tomorrow for more on the matter... 😘

#star trek picard 2.8 #star trek picard spoilers #qcard (EVERYWHERE)#jean-luc picard #q of the continuum #cristobal rios #not lieutenant ducaine apparently #seven of nine #raffi musiker #elnor #agnes jurati #the borg queen #next week on picard: we inch ever closer to killing space john de lancie 😂😭#celestial live reacts #celestial reviews

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I'm going to shoot another song at you. This one, I usually imagine if Kiran were to sing a song for Thais and Xeron, it would be this.

CAUSE I ALSO LOVE THE THOUGHT OF DRIPPING SWEET HONEY WORDS AT SOMEONE IN YOUR NATIVE LANGUAGE AND THEY ONLY CAN HEAR THE AFFECTION AND SEE THE WARM IN YOUR EYES BUT ONLY YOU KNOW THE POWER YOUR WORDS HOLD.

(I now headcanon Kiran says the most poetic love words to his partners in his native tongue so it'll be his little secret.)

Favorite lines for your beloved OCs:

"Dazzling like true gold... All I need is one crushing hug."

"Caught some feelings for you, no stopping me from falling for you."

"Like a silky smooth wax doll, you are the school of beauty. And and I are meant to be." THIS LINE! THIS LINE FOR THAIS.

HONESTLY THIS SONG HAS MANY GREAT LINES.

BUT BIG, THIS SONG MAKES ME THINK OF KIRAN JUST COMPARING THAIS AND XERON TO THINGS LIKE GOLD IN TAMIL. Thangam - Gold. Occasional nickname from him now cause dang I like that!

Melody Melody Melody Melody Melody Minxie Minxie Minxie Minxie Minxie

My love.... YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I TREASURE THIS ASK I LEGIT CAN'T STOP SMILING WHEN I LISTEN TO THIS SONG AND WATCH THE VIDEO, I'VE BEEN WATCHING IT ON REPEAT THIS WEEK (and omg my yt likes couldn't be better organized bc right after this video I have two songs that bring me happiness too so it's always a treat to listen to the Serotonin Tirad)

Okay, let me start off with saying that the first time I saw it I kinda went through some shock???

All my life, I've been accustomed to Spanish music and mvs (latin spanish ones specifically), English music, with a sprinkle of Japanese and Korean pop songs All three have very distinctive productions and directions taken in their music videos, and things diverge even more with all sorts of genres and bands.... but there are some cues that give you insight of who's mind the mv comes from

I had never seen one like this song you shared The dancing, the absolutely cute affectionate gestures, the rhyme and flow of the Tamil tongue in a melody, the instrumentals themselves!! Everything was very different to what I was accustomed to!

The first listen was confusing, a lot to take in djkjfkgdf but that's what the replay button is for! As I kept listening, repeating the song and reading the translated lyrics, everything cleared up and 🥺 MINXIE IT'S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL SONG!!! THE MEANING, THE LYRICS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MY HEART 😭💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘

And now I can't stop smiling every time I listen to it 💖 From how colorful, happy, loving, and dace-able the song is! But also from the memory attached to it, the association of out OT3 with it, the joy and wonder I felt when you shared this with me 💖

So, thank you for an amazing memory!! I adore music, ADOOOOORE SHARING AND BEING SHARED IT What better way than to share songs while assigning them to characters or ships we have in common 💖

BEAUTIFUL OC THOUGHTA THAT HAME MY HEART FLUTTERING SO SO MUCH 💖

Now then, for the OC thoughts~

🥺🥺🥺 - AAA - OOO - PLEASE - ❤❤❤

MINXIE PLEASE ALL THESE AFFECTION, THE GESTURES I AM ROTTING SO HARD ON THEM

JUST.... JUST....

TIGER DOING ALL THAT TO MY SWEET GOAT AND STOIC FAE I AM DYING 😭💕💕💕💕💕💕

I CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN'T MINXIEEEEEEEEEEEE YOU'VE SLAIN ME, I AM DED DEEEEEEEEEEEED!!!!!

SNEAKY TIGER COMPLIMENTING AND DRIPPING HONEY ON MY DUMMIES WHEN THEY CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT HE'S SAYING!!!! NOT FAIR!!!!

I know we discussed this in DMs, but Xeron and Thais will do exactly that to him, too!! Telling Kiran how handsome he is and how happy he makes them in languages he can't understand

The fact they can only rely on the softness and warmth reflected on their beloved's eyes is SO FUCKING ROMANTIC AND PRECIOUS, GIRL YOU REALLY DID KILL ME WITH THIS

LEMME HIT YOU WITH THE UNO REVERSE CARD AND LEMME GIVE YOU SOME LYRICS THAT I CAN VERY MUCH ASSOCIATE WITH FAE AND GOAT IN REGARDS TO KIRAN

" Reel me in with your sweet soul gaze " - Bc they very much love to look into Kiran's amber eyes and how expressive they are

" Caught me off-guard you did when you came in like a rainstorm " - This is so much Thais omg my girl is so confused by love at the start, she was VERY caught off guard

" You dissolve my stone like heart with your endearing smile " - Xeron, definitely. Stoic serious fae couldn't stand a chance against the sunshine tiger

Xeron, suddenly feeling fluttering in his chest when sparring with Kiran and seeing how handsome the boy is all fired up: ...ah, yes... I believe this is what they call a stroke... It was nice knowing you gay awakening gay awakening

I AM GONNA SHOVE SPANISH INTO THAIS ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, I WILL MAKE HER CALL KIRAN "MI AMOR" "MI CIELO" "MI ÁNGEL" I WILL MAKE HER SING MY FAVORITE SAPPY LOVE SONGS TO HER BELOVED SAFFRON AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THE NICKNAME THE NICKNAME THE NICKNAME HIM CALLING THEM GOLD, PLEASE MINXIEEEEEEEEEEEE I AM DONE, I AM DEAD, I HAVE BEEN BRUTALLY RIPPED APART WITH THE FLUFFIEST OF SCENARIOS

You and your tiger as so precious, I will grip you and shake you and keep you both safe forever 🥺💖

THANK YOU!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

YOU OUTDID YOUSELF WITH THIS OH MY GOD I AM SO FUCKING ALIVE RIGHT NOW WOW

#zask #oc talk #happiness #joy #beauty and her beastlies #thais adamante #xeron bhatt #kiran strisha #others' ocs #not me IMMEDIATELY thinking about thais singing angel by juanes #i ADORE that song so dfklgmdk #THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOD I AM SO STUPIDLY HAPPY WITH OC THOUGHTS AND THIS BEAUTIFUL SONG #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA <33333333 #music

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