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pokegalla · 1 year

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Requested by @tryslogic

Enjoy yah lil sinner >:3

Warning: A little spicy up ahead. You were warned

How Touchy Can They Be In Public With Slightly Large Chested S/o! (Pt 2 with different characters✨)

Dream:

* He’s an adorable bean. Look at this boy. Would you really think he’s thinking lewd things?! ……lol well technically yes at least not at first. He just finds you beautiful in general and will be sure to compliment you! But he is an adult and not blind about his own curiosity…..

* You and him were just shopping together and you wanted to try some bras on. He didn’t mind tagging along but was a golden mess seeing all those bras. And when you asked him to help you take off a bra, his hands lingered on your chest before he pulls away suddenly, apologizing profusely for touching you in public-

* In private he is surprisingly teasing! Nothing too crazy because he doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable and doesn’t want to go too far without your permission! It would be rude after all! When he knows it’s ok, this guy will have the most delicate touch, making your heart flutter and mind fuzzy whether he’s just being romantic and appreciating your beauty or having you in the sheets~ definitely both sometimes~

* Don’t be fooled by that innocent look- you really think he won’t give you teases in public? Lol you’ve only fallen into a trap✨ “Wow that shirt looks stunning! I bet it would look even better on you starlight! …..especially when I take it off~” (lil shit says that last part very quietly-)

* You are just too adorable sometimes~✨

Blue:

* Ah yes. Baby Blue✨. He’s a big sweetheart and loves to be with you. He always knows what to say and makes you giggle. Now him being lewd? Could he truly be?! Yes. Yes absolutely-

* He’s a big hugger and you know this. It’s adorable and you can’t find any reason to complain. Look at him! 🥹 But he’s also DEFINITELY taking advantage of it by giving you a mischievous look while nuzzling in your chest. And he wouldn’t mind taking you to somewhere private (maybe a closet or someplace that keeps you two hidden from view~) to tease you and fully enjoy your glorious chest~ (only if you’re comfortable though!)

* In private he’s pretty adorable, laying his head in your chest, arms wrapped around your waist. It’s cute when he jiggles your chest only to giggle and apologize for being silly. Oh. Oh but you can drive this man crazy if you spoil him with booba. Booba in face, pressed on his body, oh man and a titjob?! He’ll be a hot mess✨

* He usually does sweet or romantic (though very cheesy) pick up lines. But oh he can say a few dirty lines that could catch you off guard- especially that one time you wore a shirt with extra cleavage- “Those seem like very expensive clothes, too bad I’ll be ripping through them tonight~” Shit was so out of the blue (Heh pun). Don’t be surprised if that line ends up becoming a promise for later~

* He just loves you and you just drive him nuts~

Ink:

* Honestly just look at him. This Smol Gremlin. With a big chested S/o. You best believe his true inner gremlin is gonna shine- your chest is now his fun bags-

* Now there are many things he could do in public. Drop pencils in your cleavage as an excuse to dig in and have a feel. Squirt gun to make your shirt cling onto your body (he did it ONCE for a joke and once he discovered this, he just carries around a squirt gun for this purpose-), or straight up take advantage of his shortness to stand right under your chest. Ah yes. Booba hat✨

* In private he’s always in your cleavage or under your booba. He can’t help it! It’s so soft🥹. If he wasn’t so busy, he’d be laying around all day with his skull nuzzled in your chest! And ah he loves to draw you in different outfits…..especially with lingerie~ and man he loves to paint on your chest during intimate moments. You just look so damn good….things get pretty messy after that~😏

* And oh he is such a fucking tease. Whether it’s from lil sneaky caresses and straight up poking your chest with a cheeky little smile. Or whispering romantic or sexy nothings into your ear~ then he’d just act like his goofy ol self like he didn’t say the most inappropriate thing- “C’mon! Stop getting your head in the clouds~!” Lil shit-

* He makes you wanna body slam him but you both know you still love him anyway✨

Killer:

* Ohohohohoho this is quite literally the MOST notorious guy in this category. He’s flirty, bold, and will say the most outrageous things. He will not hesitate to say “nice tits” in front of his group-

* A damn menace who will leave you all excited in the worst times. You two would try to meet up somewhere and he sneaks up behind you to grab your chest- you’d want to go somewhere and you end up making out in an alleyway, leaving with a LOT of hickies around your neck and chest. And he gives no damns. He would straight up poke your chest. Not like with Ink (who usually pokes the side or the top) he pokes RIGHT where the nipple is while looking you straight in the eyes- bastard-

* In private he is WORST. You have no one protecting you from his onslaught now~ He will be taking your bras so you walk around the house with no bra. No bra = less restrictions~ he absolutely loves to play with your nipples whether it’s with his hands or mouth. And nothing gets him more excited than covering your tits with his special sauce~ but at least he’s rather adorable when cuddling. Like a little kitten❤️

* Oh lord his teasing is just as bad. He would whisper downright the most LEWDEST and DIRTIEST flirts right in your ear, making you all hot and bothered only to give you the smuggest smirk cause he KNOWS it’s getting to you. “I wish you could just sit here on my lap and shove those tits in my face….but we both know we can’t do it with all these people here. Unless you’re into that~” Evil-

* He’s a lil shit but your lil shit. Be sure to tease back-

#my writing #undertale au #fluff #spicy headcanons #killer sans #undertale au x reader #undertale au headcanons #star sanses #dream sans #underswap sans #ink sans #swap sans #writers on tumblr #writing trade #reader is gender neutral

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Anonymous: Hello! Could you write the RE8 ladies and how they sleep? Like does Alcina snore softly or does Miranda? Anyway love your stuff!

So cute T^T I’ve got some head canons. Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

I think that if Alcina is in a deep sleep, you can hear her snore very softly. She makes these snuffly little sounds and it’s so cute.

She definitely likes to hold you as you sleep, but I also think she enjoys having you wrapped around her like a backpack.

I hc that she has minor aches and pains either because of how tall she is or due to her mutation. Even though she regenerates super fast, it’s still difficult for her body to sustain such a large frame. For this reason, she enjoys using you as a hot water bottle when she sleeps.

I don’t think she moves a lot in her sleep (Which is good, you’d be crushed otherwise XD).

For the most part, she probably only needs a couple hours of sleep each day.

Donna:

Precious sleepy baby. I think she loves to sleep… Especially cuddled up next to you.

I hc that Donna can only sleep when she is completely under the covers. Her feet have to be tucked under a blanket, no exceptions. It makes her feel safer.

I think that Donna struggled with insomnia and general brain fog before she met you. Now she is able to sleep better with you there to keep her company. She’s still a light sleeper, though.

I think Donna gets cold easily so she has handmade quilts and blankets all over her bed.

Sometimes, Donna is restless and you wake up to find her draped over you. It’s so cute when her arms and hands are entangled with yours.

Miranda:

I think Miranda is a very light sleeper. A piece of paper could fall off of a table in the other room and she would bolt up in bed.

She needs little to no sleep over a multitude of days because of her powers… But, she makes exceptions to take naps and cuddle with you.

Miranda likes to hum little tunes to you before you fall asleep. It’s very relaxing.

She will often wake up and check to make sure that you are still there. It’s a deep insecurity for her to think that you might pack up and leave her one day.

Miranda likes to wrap you up in her wings. They are incredibly soft and you have no objections.

Bela:

I think Bela has insomnia. She likes to read and write things when she can’t sleep, though… You think she got a tumblr??

I hc that she sleeps the least out of the sisters and that her and Alcina are the only morning people in the family.

Bela loves having her head massaged before she falls asleep. It relaxes her deeply and you are happy to assist. Her golden hair is so soft and smells really good.

I think she lets out little squeaks when she yawns. She can’t help it, but it’s so fucking cute.

Bela likes to get comfy in bed and read to you as you hold her. It helps both of you unwind.

Cassandra:

I think Cass likes to lie right on top of you as she sleeps. She does this so she can feel if you get up.

She’ll growl at you, while half-asleep, and push you back down if you try to get off the bed. Hope you don’t have to pee a lot in the middle of the night.

Cass splays out her limbs like a starfish and typically she’ll unintentionally smother your face with her boobs. You don’t mind too much.

I think Cass likes to have one leg under the blanket and one leg uncovered.

She has to cuddle with you and tell you stuff before she can fall asleep.

She flails her arms in her sleep a lot when she dreams about hunting. She’s actually smacked you by accident a couple of times.

Daniela:

Dani is legit a smol puppy. She loves to take naps whenever possible. She sleeps the most out of her sisters, I’m sure of it.

Dani really enjoys holding you as you snuggle with her, but her favorite position is when you hold her and wrap your arms around her waist. She just feels so appreciated and beloved.

If you scratch the shaved part of Dani’s head while she sleeps, she’ll shake her leg like a dog does if you hit the right spot.

Dani could sleep for literal days if you don’t wake her up.

Very cuddly. She loves to run her fingers through your hair and give you lots of kisses before she falls asleep.

She has so many pillows and stuffies on her bed. It’s a miracle she can even get into it in the first place.

Mia:

Mia is fairly still as she sleeps and isn’t restless, but she often has terrible nightmares.

She’ll wake up in a panic but you sleepily wrap an arm around her and it makes her feel so safe. She goes back to sleep quickly after this.

Mia snores very lightly… Actually, it’s more like she’s just breathing really heavily.

She loves to curl into your front and have you rub her back.

She’s a pretty deep sleeper. It takes more than you shifting on the bed or dropping something to wake her up. However, when she hears Rose crying she wakes up in an instant to go soothe her child. It’s really adorable.

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majorproblems77 · 21 days

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Hey Linked Maze fans! It's me! :D

Another update another ramble from yours truly! :D

I love the smol updates just as much as the large ones cause it gets me thinking ngl. Makes me wonder what's gonna happen next!

(Especially in situations like this)

Okay enough from me

A link to the comic page can be found here! Please do go and check it out and give it a lil reblog to show your support! It's wonderful.

Importantly!

Linked maze belongs too @linked-maze and its creator @frulleboi. if you've not seen it note that it's for more mature audiences! :)

without further ado!

You might not need snacks for this one, but get some water, I know you need some right now. Got some? Awesome, let's begin!

We start with this panel!

First off the saturation of the image, we know that wind's outfit is like blue blue. So it's interesting to see it so discoloured. Makes me wonder if this is how wolfy sees generally or if it's just in wolf form.

(Ha you thought I was gonna go straight to the sents right, nope :D)

But now I will

So we can see 3 colours here. A reddish pink, A purple, and cream? I'm gonna call it cream.

So this confirms something

Three people have had enough contact with this object to leave an impression.

And here we can see two of them

If im understanding this correctly, Red belongs to Sky. The purple belongs to this second figure who I am going to assume is Zelda.

Also who I can assume is Wolfie seeing this red in his eyes. A cool touch!

A visual representation of whose scent he is following I can only assume., which would defo be useful later. For like when we oh I dont know

Go looking for the cream-coloured scent owner?

This is the only frame we see this cream-coloured scent. So I'm gonna call this now and assume that this scent belongs to Angel or djævel. Probably Angel since she's the one we've seen wandering around collecting the hero's items.

He sniffin

it's the windy boi

I love him, your honour

Also totally not Wolfie pretending that sword isn't his.

It's not mine what are you talking about :))))))))))

I like this shot, it's very nice.

I am a little worried as to why Warrior looks worried. Surely he must know about dog scenes. and I feel like Wolfy has proven himself by now as to not be a threat to him.

Unless...

Do you think Warrior noticed Wolfy does not smell the sword handle? And smell the random fabric instead.

A sword handle would have the most intense smell of something right? Because of the sweat. So...

Warrior is wondering and now so am I.

This is the face of a man who knows something is up with that wolf

Man is trying to be a good friendo

Warrior dont apologise you smol cinnamon roll it's fine let the kids lead

The mix of the colours here is interesting.

(Totally not me zooming in on the coloured lines to see if I can figure out what colours they are made from)

I see mainly that pinky red here.

But something in me wants to say that there's a little bit of cream in here.

You think they are gonna use the sailcloth to find Angel later? That could be cool. Maybe get Wolfy to smell a bunch of items to build a scent profile for Angel so they can go looking for her later?

Just a thought! let me know what you think! I love doing these and it's great. Thanks again to @linked-maze for the permission to do this. I love doing them.

Thats all tho so I hope you have a wonderful day/night! :D

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crimeronan · 2 months

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Imagining Luz, Hunter and Amity being so like "it's so nice that Willow is oblivious to the horrors (affectionate) and Never Has to Know about any of that unpleasant business with Belos that we dealt with so subtly" and then she's visiting the castle at one point and drops into conversation, with an air of cheerful and relaxed curiousity, "so which of you was it who actually killed him?" 😊🌱

BARK LAUGH. i'm still thinking about willow and gus figuring out that belos was human in your fic. gonna shamelessly plug it again bc it's so good.

lumiter like it's so nice that willow is an innocent smol bean who never thinks about politics or violence. we mustn't corrupt her. meanwhile willow is like yeah guys. i'm about to engage in some Very Large Bean behavior.

#I LOVE HER.#replies #toh #princess luz au #willow park #lavender winter #fic rec

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 4 months

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Posidon, Zeus, and Hades is force to watch over void kitten while void mama getting more plush toys for their baby

How would they be when taking care of the smol bean?

-It was flattering but also terrifying when you asked the three brothers to watch over your baby.

-You wanted to do some shopping, wanting to get some toys to surprise your baby with, but you needed to leave it with someone, as her father wasn’t available as he was giving a lecture.

-You told Zeus that your baby was well behaved and to just give her some whipped cream and a sunny spot to take a nap and that you would be back in about 2 hours.

-Seeing the tiny pure black kitten with large black eyes, looking so much like you, only smaller, more innocent looking, your baby really was too cute.

-However, they quickly learned your baby was very well behaved… with you- as you didn’t let her get away with any shenanigans until she learned to control her powers.

-As soon as you left, they turned back, wanting to get your baby to go to sleep as quickly as possible, just so that way they could relax for a bit, only to find your baby gone.

-Hades grabbed his brother’s shoulders, inhaling deeply, “Don’t panic- it’s fine. Just get the can of whipped cream and she’ll come right out.”

-Zeus waved the can around, shaking it, hoping she would respond to the sound, but when there was no change in the large meeting room that she was last seen in, Hades and Poseidon both grabbed a can as well, calling out for your kitten.

-After ten minutes with no luck, including leaving a bowl to bait her out, they were quickly tearing the room apart, overturning tables and chairs, pulling curtains down, calling out for your baby.

-Zeus was panicking, his eyes wide, “How could she have just disappeared?! Our backs were turned for just a moment!!” Poseidon called Hermes, instructing him to call the other Greek gods- sounding the alarm on your missing baby!

-You were blissfully unaware of the panic, in your human form, looking at baby onesies with a fond smile on your face, “I wonder if my husband would want another~”

-Your husband, during a short break during his lecture felt a shiver run up his spine, which confused him, wondering what was causing it.

-Just under two hours later you arrived back in Valhalla, finding the meeting room in shambles, most things were broken and you’re pretty sure some of the curtains in the corner were on fire as the Greek gods were all laying around, some on the floor and Apollo and Hermes on the table, completely exhausted.

-You trotted over, in your cat form now, hopping up to see your baby sleeping peacefully on Hermes’ chest and you cooed softly, “Aww~ you guys did such a good job!”

-Hearing your voice, your baby quickly woke up, calling out happily and instantly the gods all shot up, seeing you there and cried out in happiness, “Y/N!”

-You were surprised, hearing their loud voices as you looked around, “So what happened in here? Did you all have a party?”

-Without saying a word, every single one of them pointed at your baby and you looked at her as she tried to look extra cute, so you wouldn’t be too mad.

-Your eyes narrowed at your baby before you turned, “I apologize for her behavior. It won’t happen again, right?” you said the last bit to your baby who instantly sat up, giving you huge baby eyes.

-You enveloped the room in darkness, just for a moment and as light returned, you had fixed everything, including the fire torched curtains and broken furniture.

-You picked your baby up by the scruff of her neck and disappeared in a swirl of shadows, not seeing the collective sigh of relief on the faces of the gods as they relaxed, praying you wouldn’t ask again any time soon.

-You asked them the very next day, much to their horror.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror hades #ror zeus #ror hermes #ror apollo #ror ares

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fairyhaos · 1 year

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seventeen and pottery

the struggles that svt would go through during a pottery class masterlist

seungcheol:

accidentally presses down too hard on the foot pedal, almost sends his lump of wet clay flying into hansol on the other side of the room. kneads the clay so thoroughly that the instructor tells him that if there were any air bubbles in there then he's probably destroyed them twice over by now. makes little sounds of surprise every time the wheel goes a little too fast for his liking. creates a very smol and thick vase that looks like a large cup more than anything, but is vv proud of it :)

jeonghan:

almost died trying to get the air out of his clay. complains that his arm is too weak to do this and he shouldn't be doing this with his injury. manages to convince the instructor to do all the kneading for him n also gets him to throw down the clay onto the wheel after seeing how much seungcheol struggled. likes the feeling of wet clay in his hands a lot, and probably spends half the time just playing with the clay as he builds it up and presses it down and builds it up and presses it down and builds it up and—

joshua:

makes exaggerated noises of effort as he's kneading the clay. compliments the instructor's sexy arms as he's giving a demonstration. laughs at seungcheol's clay almost flying off the wheel, gets distracted and almost has his lose balance too. also somehow his vase ends up looking crazy good???? finishes early and tries to help save dokyeom before he goes even further down the path of wet misshapenness that he's found himself lost in

junhui:

has So much fun playing with the pottery wheel. loves the feeling of wet clay too, enjoys the act of building it up and pressing it down. didn't enjoy the kneading as much, saying it hurt his forearms too much :((( laughs at the wonky shapes he manages to make his vase, ends up going with a cool contemporary look that was definitely intentional and didn't happen bc he almost slapped it off the wheel in his excitement

hoshi:

was lost from the start. enjoyed the kneading maybe a bit too much, wasn't paying attention when the instructor was explaining the next step. his clay was sitting wonky on the wheel and ended up splattering him with muddy water every time he tried to shape it before the instructor came around and fixed it for him. tries to paint everyone's faces with his dirty hands. keeps rambling about how handsome the instructor is, has to start the building up process a total of 4 times bc he keeps getting distracted

wonwoo:

honestly, using his hands in this way isn't his forte. was pretty good at the kneading thing and could center the clay pretty well, but getting the right pressure on the foot pedal was a bit difficult. his wheel's movements were rlly jerky bc he didn't want to send his clay flying into the wall (unlike some people's). gets too worried about making the walls thin and having it rip, ends up with a rather chunky looking vase but he's still so so proud of himself

woozi:

all the members tease him about how kneading the clay must be a piece of cake for him. jokes that this is about all the exercise he'll need for his forearms that week. is one of the members whose clay somehow manages to fly off the wheel and splatter against the wall, has to start the kneading process all over again. somehow makes a bowl instead of a vase, but he's not too fussed bc at least it means he can actually use it

minghao:

watched tons of pottery videos before their session, but had never even touched anything like a pottery wheel before. severely underestimated the amount of strength needed to knead the clay, was bullied by the members bc his spindly arms probably couldn't do it. manages to make a rlly fancy looking vase with a bulbous bottom and a narrow, tall top. is really pleased with his creation, has already booked another session in the studio

mingyu:

complains that his arms hurt as he's kneading the clay. keeps having to build up and press down his clay constantly bc he can't get as narrow an opening as he needs. blames it on his fingers. is in a competition against all the members (for some reason??? and he's the only one who even knows they're competing) and tries to make the best looking vase. ends up with a slightly lopsided vase, but is so pleased with himself bc it looks perfect in his eyes

dokyeom:

struggles The Most. knows he'll get lost easily, listens to the instructor so intently that he feels like his ears will detach from his body. accidentally presses down on his clay too hard and presses the pedal too firmly, ends up with a pancake of clay on the wheel that he has to peel off with his fingernails. the instructor is almost Permanently hovering above him before he has to go attend to hoshi's mishap n so he ends up with a joshua Permanently hovering over him instead. gets clay water all the way down to his elbows. and on his cheeks. and on his canvas shoes. it's everywhere, really.

seungkwan:

tries his Best™. gets stressed out whenever the wheel starts going too fast, apologises to his clay when he feels like it's going out of control. has to do the building up and pressing down process several times bc he keeps accidentally wrinkling the clay while pressing it down. is in awe of joshua's perfect little vase, whines for an entire ten minutes and then strives to make one as pretty as that. doesn't feel like he gets anywhere near to that standard, but is still pretty happy for it being his first attempt

hansol:

the only member to have actually done pottery before. but like all of these weird experiences that he's somehow had in his life, he doesn't remember a thing about it. is another person who accidentally makes it fly into the wall, is a little flustered but overall rather chill about the process. makes a knobbly looking vase that kinda resembles a pickle, is infinitely pleased w himself

chan:

honestly is just there to Have Fun. looks around the studio in utter awe, makes small talk with the instructor while he's going around and observing them all, n manages to learn everything about him from his education to his inspiration to everything that he's ever made in the studio. is pretty good with the wheel, maybe a little wobbly in pulling up his vase but still rather confident. manages to get clay on his cheek, which seungcheol's points out to him and proceeds to 'help' by smothering his face with his own clay-covered hands

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padawansuggest · 3 months

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You know what else I like???? I like watching people eat. I can watch a mukbang if I’m extremely hungry but need something to watch while stuffing my face (tho for mukbangs themselves I have to turn off the volume entirely because those sounds make me wanna nerf someone lol) or I could watch someone going through a convenience store, getting a whole meal, and eating it, but my fave??? Watching someone do one of those ‘challenge platters’. The ones where ‘you have ab hour to finish this whole platter and get the whole meal, or take longer and pay full’ sorta situations???

Yeah idk what it is about someone stuffing themselves sick but maybe it’s because I actually have a very small stomach and have to eat tiny meals so I don’t throw up, but also because as soon as I’m full, food doesn’t even TASTE good anymore and people in these videos seem to enjoy it the whole way through. I smell a food while full and I’m gagging even if it’s my fave.

Either way. So I get it. I don’t like exaggerated eating sounds, but I love watching someone eat a massive delicious meal.

Either way. This is gonna sound like it’s outta left field. But. AU where Qui-Gon has Once More had to leave his Padawan in the middle of nowhere, only for Obi to run out of money.

Of course, that’s when he passes by someone doing a food volg and talking about the one hour challenge to eat all this food and you get your meal free. You have to eat it all and you gotta do it in an hour.

Obviously, he stops right behind them, not realizing they’re live-streaming, and is all ‘omfg free meal if I eat it all in an hour??’ And the vlogger is all ‘omfg hungy baby Jedi’ and parks his ass next to them all ‘okay, let’s explain the rules’ and Obi is all ‘shit, I can’t afford 100 credits if I fail’ but the vlogger is all ‘baby Jedi, if you try this with me on livestream, I will likely make enough in this one stream to pay for our meals 100x over, lemme feed you’ and then they hear a ding of someone sending like 500 credits worth of blogging tokens all ‘feed him before I track you down and feed him for you’. See. Already paid for.

Anyways. That was the day that the galaxy at large learned that a smol Jedi padawan can eat a Bantha, purrs really nice and contented when they’re stuffed full, and also is a cuddly little worm who very much tried to be the bloggers lap warmer after a nice meal. He’s a baby.

Anyways I’ve decided the vlogger should be a Mandalorian OC and they adopt him and follow him and Qui-Gon on missions for the next 10 years (till Obi is knighted and has a kid of his own, then they follow him and Ani instead) and do a bunch of live-streaming challenges all over the galaxy of food challenge platters.

Also maybe make Obi a lil more plump???? As a treato 🥺🥺🥺????

Yes. That can also be allowed. Bant is his Mando parent’s bestie she’s never seen her bestie so healthy and happy before. Qui-Gon is trying his best but now he has someone to hold a blaster to his head when he’s not being a good master at the moment. Anakin is spoiled rotten and Obi’s Mando Buir gets married to Shmi probably and they travel the galaxy. Shmi isn’t a big eater but she likes her fancy lil delicate meals while riduur is eating a bantha’s share. It’s cute.

Is this entirely For Me? Probably. Am I considering making it because I love playing with holonet, social media in the galaxy, and Mandos adopting Obi? Ya.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #shmi skywalker #mandalorian oc

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concussed-to-pieces · 6 months

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Wolves At The Door; Part Five

Fandom: Resident Evil [Village]

Pairing: Eventual Karl Heisenberg/AFAB!Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

Summary: You were in too good a mood to argue, simply nodding in agreement. "Very true, I'm lucky to have you." Karl huffily looked away, cramming the rest of the bread into his mouth.

A/N: Welcome all, welcome to our fifth installment! Enjoy!

Tag List: @cookiethewriter @amneris21 @topgirl17 @vodkafolie @a-smol-witch @clockworkmidnight @calwitch @silver-quinn01 @velvet-paradox @hijackser @mrs-wolfwood @nonstop-haikyuu @mic-sunderland @somethingthatsaysbubbles @fullofmoonsandstars @stargazerofgoldenwords @imthegreenfairy86 @karlskitten @nitrogennightmare @chunnies @thirstworldproblemsss @highly-unknown @tartimaar-bloggeth @thesmartbiscuit @spoopyredacted @crowtrobotx @kotall-ohh

Prelude

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains canon-typical violence, a sustained period of a small animal in peril and vague mentions of preparing an animal to be eaten. Stay safe!]

"Quit struggling." Karl muttered, knowing even as he did that it was pointless. It wasn't as if the trapped rabbit understood him. The small animal instead continued to thrash desperately in the snare, emitting the occasional panicky squeak while the man approached.

It finally went still when Heisenberg's shadow fell over it, its side rising and falling rapidly as it laid there exhausted. Karl's eyes half-lidded, the former Lord observing the tiny body and weighing it mentally. One rabbit wasn't ever enough for him to begin with, but even taking that into consideration, this was a small rabbit. Barely more than a kit, he reasoned grudgingly.

He was being an idiot. Meat didn't grow on trees. You would be grateful. He should-

Karl knelt where he was, focusing his attention on the metal ring holding the snare loop tight. The ring parted easily, slacking the line. "Go on, beat it." He grunted.

The rabbit remained still, one large eye fixed on him in terror. Its nose twitched wildly. Heisenberg curled a finger and the loop slid fully off the rabbit's rear paw, skittering along the ground by the metal hardware. The rattle of the cable seemed to break the trance the rabbit had been in, because it bolted upright (nearly three feet up!) and bounded off into the underbrush.

Karl shook his head at himself, rising and going to reset the snare. "Come back next year!" He called after the long-gone animal, "once you've gotten nice and fat and you're worth the goddamn hassle!"

That settled, he sighed and shoved his hat backwards on his head, absently scratching his scalp as he stood there. This was the third snare he'd checked and the only one that even had anything in it. Obviously the increased lycan presence in the area had spooked the local wildlife. Hopefully the thorough routing of the monsters would be enough to bring things back to normal, but winter was coming and the two of you would have to deal with less resources regardless.

Two of you. Karl shook his head again, irritated. "You're being a fucking idiot." He said aloud. "A real fucking idiot. You're biting the hand as hard as you can. Stop being so damn greedy." Feeling quite dejected despite the crisp autumn air and cheery sunlight, the man huffed, "All that fucking ambition really did you some good, huh? All that drive and ego. Now you can't even bag some dinner without a moral dilemma. Unbelievable."

He shook himself all over, trying to dismiss the thoughts that were plaguing him with the motion. He would check the last snare and be done with it. At some point along the way he would really need to straighten this out. It was getting to the point where it was effecting you, which he absolutely didn't want.

Karl leaned against a tree trunk, scrubbing his hands over his face. Gods he was just tired. Tired of thinking. Exhausted in general. His head hurt, his body ached. For a foolish second he wondered if he had come down with a cold.

Stupid, you don't get sick. Annoyed with everything, Heisenberg spotted the last snare marker and stomped forward through the fallen leaves and detritus on the forest floor. Lo and behold, it too was empty.

Karl was so incredibly fed up he didn't even bother adjusting the snare, he just turned and left. Muttering under his breath, snarling when a root caught the toe of his boot and nearly sent him sprawling, the former Lord was almost too busy feeling sorry for himself to notice the faintly-sweet scent in the air.

Almost.

Karl paused, inhaling deeply. Whatever it was, it smelled delicious. Somewhere deep in his past there was the faint memory of a fresh pie on a windowsill, and a young child that may have been him burning his fingers and mouth with greedy handfuls of crispy pastry and molten filling. It had been rich, almost syrupy, hued a crimson-purple that stained every fingertip dark and left no doubt as to who may have pilfered the dessert ahead of dinner.

He'd always been greedy, especially when it came to things he shouldn't have.

The man approached the cabin a bit quicker now, his dour mood waning. He should apologize for his earlier behavior, he decided, entirely spur of the moment. He was good at apologizing, and even better at pretending that he meant it. It would be easy.

Maybe he might actually mean it, too.

Heisenberg opened the gate, closing it behind him and then shifting into an undignified, loping trot. Hopefully you weren't near the windows. To know that he was so simply bought off with a delicious baked good didn't bode well for his intimidating reputation.

Up the stairs to the small porch, his hat swept off in some odd echo of manners he vaguely remembered employing once, Karl cautiously turned the knob on the door and let himself in.

You were sweeping the floor by the stove, some ash still scattered around. You looked up at the sound of the door, giving the man a little wave. Karl was perturbed to discover that his voice had vanished. He finally managed a strained, "nothin' in the traps," grunting when you reminded him to take his boots off at the door.

"Don't worry about the snares. I figured with all the commotion, meat would be scarce." You continued, your shoulders drooping a little. "Still, that means I'll have less bartering power when I do my supply run. Though I have gotten more done with your help. I guess it evens out."

Heisenberg paused, his left boot still half-on. "'Supply run'?" He echoed, confused.

"Yeah, every year after the first snow." You rested the broom against your shoulder, ticking off a list on your fingers. "I get evaporated milk, flour, sugar, the usual stuff."

Oh. Oh. Karl realized he was an idiot. Where the hell did he think your flour came from? Or the salt and pepper, or any of the other spices you used for that matter? The man barely resisted the urge to slap his own forehead, instead mumbling something non-committal.

"I'm a little leaner in the stores this year due to your company, so I really have to pay attention if I want to make my supplies last until the snow comes." You shook your head. "I ought to be grateful that a few people still humor me when it comes to not having-" you moved your fingers strangely, holding up two digits on each hand and then bending them up and down. "-legal tender."

"What the hell are you doing with your hands?" Karl asked, thoroughly confused.

You blinked at him, then glanced at your right hand as your mouth formed into an 'o'. "It's a common gesture, it, uh, implies quotes around what the person is saying? It's called air-quotes."

Heisenberg narrowed his eyes but ultimately left it alone, the man simply continuing to wrestle off his left boot. "So, sugar," he attempted to change the subject. "I don't suppose you have any idea what that delicious smell is?"

"Cake!" You replied, your excitement palpable. "Plum cake. It's still cooling though. I figure we can have dinner and then enjoy some."

Dinner was, as always, straightforward and tasty. You had a real knack for turning chanterelles and the last of the tomatoes into something Karl would dare to call edible, especially when you beefed them up with some chicken of the woods or other forage. He had certainly consumed more mushrooms in the time he spent with you than previously in his life, but aside from the occasionally-rubbery texture he didn't find much to complain about. Besides, there was always hearty bread with a precious bit of fat and salt to add a touch of decadence to his meals.

Gods, he really was a simple individual. To think, before he had had the power to take whatever he wanted. He could just…take it. Hell, he had! Lives, food, positions of authority, it had all been his.

And none of it had given him the frankly asinine level of satisfaction that he felt right now sitting at your table, wolfing down his helping of mushroom stew and using a piece of bread to soak up the dregs at the bottom of the bowl. None of it had warmed him like you scolding him good-naturedly to 'slow down, no one's going to take it from you!', your laughter burrowing between his ribs to prod his heart.

He was in some real, deep trouble here.

You cut Karl a slice of cake and watched like a hawk as he took the first bite, obviously waiting for his reaction. He barely tasted the treat on his tongue, too focused on how precious you looked, your eyes only for him. If nothing else, he appreciated the ego boost. "S'good." He mumbled around a second mouthful, the relieved smile he got in return one he wanted to see more of. He even managed to choke out a crumb-laden "thank you," much to your evident delight.

Indebted. Not quite. Not like that anymore. But absolutely, undeniably greedy.

…

Over the colder days that came, you spent most of your time preserving the remaining harvests from your fruit trees. Karl kept the stove well-supplied with firewood and drawing properly, and you were actually able to get far more done than usual. Between your preserves and the multitude of small animal pelts you had tanned and smoked over the course of a year, you hoped to have a decent go of it when it came to refreshing your supplies.

You certainly needed it. Karl couldn't help the amount that he ate and you didn't begrudge him, but the weeks were getting leaner and every day you woke up without snow on the ground was another day the two of you dealt with a bit less for dinner. It had always been difficult around this time of year for you even while you were alone, as you battled to justify eating the preserves you were attempting to save for bartering.

Most meals at this point were some variance on mushroom stew with the last of your rice, and your flour stores were growing worryingly low. The two of you seemed to go through a loaf within three days, so at least you didn't have to worry about the bread molding! You could tell Karl was growing weary of the repetitive diet but he appeared to be trying to hide that fact, and you appreciated the effort if nothing else.

In a real stroke of luck, Heisenberg ended up braining a young boar that wandered too close to the fenceline in search of fallen apples, and after a long day's work you and the former Lord feasted like kings. Karl finally got his boar and, while you had no pumpernickel on hand, your regular thick slices of bread were graced with delicious rendered fat and a hearty helping of salt.

"I'm relieved!" You sighed that evening, watching Karl dig through some bones that you had set aside to boil for stock. "I was kind of worried we wouldn't make it to the snowfall, but we should be able to coast safely now."

The man selected a larger bone, easily cracking it open and then scooping out the marrow with your lone butter knife. He then proceeded to spread the marrow on a piece of bread, tucking into his treat with a groan of contentment. Karl waved the remainder of the slice at you, the offer plain, but you declined. You were already absolutely stuffed, sleepy and warm.

You closed your eyes, basking in the peaceful glow of the stove. You heard Karl swallow, then clear his throat.

"How long does the trip usually take?"

You didn't bother opening your eyes, offering up your usual shrug. "Four days, round trip? Sometimes five. Depends on what I'm lugging and how the snow is."

"What, so you camp in snow?" He sounded incredulous.

"Yeah. There's a lean-to built at…around the halfway point I'd say. It's mostly stone too, so not a lot of upkeep. Sometimes I have to patch up the roof, but that's a small price to pay for someplace out of the elements."

"Unbelievable."

You cracked an eye open to give him a look. "The guy that can move metal with his mind is really going to sass me about camping in a lean-to?"

"Look, it's not with my mind, sugar, it's with some kinda' organ, like-"

"Yeah yeah, an electric eel. I remember." You teased, grinning while he sulkily took another bite of his bread. "Fancy stuff."

"You oughta' be more grateful for my 'fancy stuff', without it we'd be sitting here eating nothing but the last of that watery mushroom stew and some bread!" Heisenberg shot back, obviously annoyed with your ribbing.

You were in too good a mood to argue, simply nodding in agreement. "Very true, I'm lucky to have you." Karl huffily looked away, cramming the rest of the bread into his mouth. "I know pickings have been slim recently, and if I was feeling the pinch you definitely were too. You handled it like a champ, though!" You praised, entertained by how flushed he had gotten.

"Ain't exactly the first time I've been hungry, sugar." Karl grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. His attitude seemed to have shifted to pleased, even though he was still trying to act irritated. His next question, then, was a little surprising. "Will you…want someone to come with you on the trip for supplies?"

You hadn't actually thought about it, but the idea of having an extra body to help move supplies was extremely appealing. "If you'd like?" You said slowly, trying to act nonchalant. "It's not a hard run, it's pretty flat for most of the way. I'll have to see if there's another pair of skis or snowshoes around here though, otherwise it'll be pretty slow going for you."

The man waved a hand dismissively. "I can whip something up if I need to, I'm not too concerned about that." He paused, and then reasoned, "besides, it's only fair that I come along. I'm responsible for practically eating you out of house and home."

"Yes but you have also been incredibly helpful." You pointed out. "Thanks to your tinkering, that old stove hasn't given me any more trouble, which means I've gotten so much more preserving done than I would normally! I usually end up with some spoiled produce to send to the compost pile, but I actually stayed on top of it this season."

"You don't have to butter me up, sugar, I already asked to go." Karl mumbled, seeming downright bashful.

"I'm not buttering you up! I'm being genuine. You're capable and I appreciate the extra hands." You insisted with a laugh. "Why would I lie?"

"I…I guess you wouldn't, would you."

…

It was several days later that Karl sat out on the porch steps, looking up at the sky. You had woken up that day proclaiming it smelled like snow and he had to admit, it seemed you may be correct. There was that odd quality to the air, and the clouds had grown thick right before sundown.

You were fairly buzzing with excitement the entire day. Digging out an ancient set of skis from a long box beneath your couch, locating a large frame backpack from your spartan closet, assembling small crates to safely hold your preserve jars during the journey. The star of the show, however, was an old sled that had absolutely been military surplus. It was covered in olive drab canvas and had an odd scent to it that made Karl's nose twitch.

"Isn't it a beaut?" You had asked proudly, and who was he to deny what you clearly believed to be truth?

The last of the preserved boar was tucked safely into your enormous backpack along with the rest of the supplies the two of you may need for the short journey, such as a mess kit, plenty of matches in their special jar to keep them dry and two well-worn down sleeping bags.

"It's like waiting for Christmas."

Karl jumped a little, startled by your voice. He had been so deep in thought he hadn't heard you approaching. "Not quite, I don't think." He replied, giving you a quick grin.

You rested your hands on his shoulders, drumming on them absently as you peered upwards. The man barely refrained from groaning, the constant tension in his neck and shoulders easing a little from your motions. You then began actually making an effort to rub his shoulders, Karl grunting and exhaling hard. "Okay? Not too rough?" You queried.

"Be rougher, fuck." He said before he could think about it, chuckling awkwardly immediately afterwards. His laughter died in his throat when your thumbs pressed down, working at a specific knot until it finally released. "You're an angel." Karl sighed, trying to keep from making some hellishly embarrassing noise of relief.

"I need you in good shape for tomorrow! You're pulling the sled, after all." He could hear the smile in your voice. Heisenberg tipped his head back, resting it against your stomach. Your fingers raked through his hair and gently scratched his scalp as they went, sending a pleasurable little shiver down his back. You continued to stroke his hair absently, one hand over the other in a ceaseless loop while you kept your eyes on the sky in anticipation.

Karl was fighting to stay awake. He had actually woken up the same time as you today, which was a rarity. He was making the effort to adjust to your schedule, outwardly for no real reason, but selfishly so that he could see you before you got started for the day.

You were always so soft in the morning, your clothes rumpled, a steaming mug of tea cupped in your hands while you sat at the kitchen table. The man would often just sit silently, cradling his chin with his crossed arms on the tabletop and watching the steam from your cup curl in the early morning sunlight. Inevitably you would start mumbling to yourself about daily tasks and Karl always felt a little dejected when you rose from the table, but he would mask his disappointment with a small smile and an ever-declined offer to help with breakfast.

"We starting at dawn tomorrow?" He asked drowsily.

"Depends on how much snow is on-" you paused, leaning over his head. "Oh! Look, look!" You exclaimed, pointing. "It's starting!"

Karl nodded, not really registering the snowflakes beginning to drift down so much as the pleasant warmth of your body pressed to his back. "Guess Christmas is here." He teased, letting your laughter wash over him.

…

You were almost too excited to sleep, but before you knew it you were waking up to the light of a cold gray dawn. You had laid out your clothes the night before, so you quickly heated some water on the stove and washed up, then donned your under-layers for the trek.

Karl woke shortly after you, the man yawning and rubbing his eyes before accepting the offered cup of precious coffee. "Mornin'," he mumbled around the lip of the mug, his voice low and still gruff with sleep.

"Good morning." You replied, trying to keep your tone calm. You were sure that bouncing off the walls wouldn't be overly amusing to your perennial houseguest.

Karl raised an eyebrow at you. "Figured you'd be more wound up," he grunted.

"I am." You huffed, "I'm doing my best to not be irritating here."

"I appreciate it, sugar." Heisenberg took another sip, closing his eyes as if to dismiss you. You took that as your cue to head for the door. No sense in prolonging the inevitable, right?

The snow was perfect, a downy white blanket that coated the surrounding woods. You couldn't help your noise of elation, momentarily embarrassed when Karl snickered into his mug behind you. You refused to let him dampen your mood however, staying outside long enough to sweep the snow off the steps and then rushing around inside to prepare some breakfast.

"Easy, you'll break your neck running around in your socks like that." Heisenberg chastised you after the third time you slid on the floor heading back to the sink. "Let me finish the oatmeal, okay? You sit the hell down and get some tea or whatever the hell into you."

In moments your hands were graced with a steaming bowl of oatmeal which you did your best to eat expeditiously, causing Karl to chide you anew on the dangers of choking.

It seemed like an eternity and also no time at all before the two of you were all prepared for the journey, Karl standing out in the front yard with the loaded sled while you securely padlocked the cabin door. He had wanted to also carry your backpack, but you put up enough of a fight that he relented. Bad enough that you needed help at all! You weren't sure your pride would take the blow if all you had to lug were the clothes on your back, no matter how strong your companion was.

Nodding to yourself in satisfaction, you gave the padlock a final pat and then held the porch railing so you could strap your boots into your skis. They were really more like two slabs of once-waxed wood, but beggars couldn't be choosers. "Alright!" You announced brightly, seizing your ski poles so you could test the grip of your bindings. "Let's get the hell out of here."

Part Six

#karl heisenberg #lord karl heisenberg #eventual romance #fix it fic #au #resident evil #re 8 #re 8 village #resident evil village #resident evil karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg imagine #re 8 karl heisenberg #slow burn #canon typical violence

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londonfog-chan · 1 year

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Malleus Draconia x Encanto!Reader

You can absolutely thank @thefiasco-onyourblock for constantly posting Twisted Wonderland content enough for me to become intrigued by “Who is that hunk with Maleficent’s horns?”.

While it is absolutely valid for every Latino who watched Encanto to enjoy the happy ending of the toxic ass family actually apologizing, this set of smol headcanons is for the Latino kids who have gone no contact with their family.

I see the Twisted Wonderland Encanto realm is the same, however you aren’t necessarily a Madrigal in name, but your family is Twisted Wonderland’s variant.

Yet you are very much the Mirabel of the story, in that you are the only member of your family who has no gift of magic.

The world you live in exists in this strange realm of being knowledgeable of places like Night Raven College existing, but still largely ignorant of other magical customs and cultures.

But it works out fine for your family. Since they’re the only people of your world with a gift, they enjoy the status.

You were not given a gift, and your life has been hell for it. Abuse and neglect are familiar to you.

Anything goes wrong, often you bear the brunt of things beyond your control.

This is obvious by your reactions in Night Raven College. You will often overreact to the most minor of things, or stress to the point of doing things like pulling out your hair, picking and scratching at blemishes on your skin, or overeating/not eating enough.

Your cousins, the golden grandchildren with gifts, stole the spotlight often. Even the younger ones who showed you kindness once will inevitably be influenced to see you as a pariah for not having a gift. It hurts to see that eventually they’re the ones who actually start rumors of your jealousy when you notice the casita begin to fracture and crack.

It comes to a head one day when you’re the one blamed for trying to help your cousins see past their insecurities and find the goodness and individuality inside. Instead you’re accused of ruining the family and causing the foundations of bonds to fall apart. All this for teaching your cousins that they’re more than their gift.

Wild accusations fly through the air like daggers at your head, your grandmother accusing you of not caring for the family, of wanting to see it’s destruction.

That precise moment is when the casita begins to visibly fracture and break. You leave everything behind, taking nothing with you except the wounds left by your family’s harsh words.

Next you know, you’re being removed from a coffin and have found yourself in a place where it seems everyone has been blessed with a gift. Even this weird cat creature has power you were not aware could be bestowed.

Bitterly, when the mirror declares you empty, you realize that perhaps your cousins would have flourished here in your stead. As usual, you’re the only one without a gift at the table.

However, throughout your interactions at Night Raven, the others wonder aloud if you really do have a gift.

Your ability to bring students together, the life you’ve given to Ramshackle Dorm, it has to be a gift your friends insist.

No one is more convinced than Malleus Draconia. You’ve found a friend, and daresay a new love, in this mysterious fae mage.

For the first time you’ve found someone who recognizes you and the gift you truly are. Malleus never fails to remind you of your worth whenever the scars of your past begin to hurt afresh.

He will be the first to point out when you’ve done something amazing. It could be something as simple as learning a new dish or resolving a conflict with two students with nothing more than a plateful of arepas con queso and a listening ear.

(His favorite dish that you’ve ever made for him is bandeja paisa by the way.)

It’s actually Malleus who proposes to you, making sure to let you know that you are a blessing to have arrived in his life.

“O Child of Man, know that your family asked for a gift of a miracle, yet in their hubris were willfully blind to the truth: the gift is you. Gifts of the fae are not to be abused or taken lightly. Be not afraid, for in my arms I will nurture and assist you in finding your light once more.”

You have to cry. Never has such a kindness been spoken to you before.

Whatever promises he makes, Malleus Draconia keeps his word. He will defend you, nurture your spirit, encourage you, but he will also help you if he notices you going down a path of destructive behavior.

He is always there for you. Even when times are hard and you cannot see the light at the end of the tunnel. Malleus is a gift in of himself.

You feel very lucky to have such a gift.

Needless to say, after telling him of the things that have happened in your family, he will never let you set foot there again.

If your guilty conscience takes control, he will reluctantly allow you to see your family again, but rest assured the minute he hears any accusation against you it’s time to leave.

He admittedly is actually satisfied with how your family has seemed to fall apart without you.

For a moment your casita is alive with your visit, and it seems everyone briefly regains their power, but it’s hard to say whether or not they still blame your departure as the cause for the candle going out.

Which in a sense they’re right, but Malleus in true Dark Fairy fashion can’t help but drop the truth bomb.

“Those who should squander a gift of the fae should show no surprise when it is reclaimed.”

#malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #twisted wonderland #encanto #twisted wonderland x reader #twst malleus #malleus #headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons

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death-threats · 10 months

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oh my GOD could you do "you keep calling me tiny." "because you're pocket sized. a tiny little thing." with doffy (if you’re comfy with that, if not could you do croco?) where the reader is super short because. i need it i’m just smol and i need short people rep <3 ily !! i hope you’re having a good night 🫶🏻

Time to yourselves was a rare commodity these days. Doflamingo was always busy with one thing or another, leaving you to occupy your time alone in Dressrosa. He was back for a few days to meet with the family and to hash out more ideas for whatever it was he was planning to do next. You stopped questioning his methods after knowing him a short while and it became easier to accept his ways.

As soon as you heard that he was back, you made it your own personal mission to be with him until he had to leave again. Thankfully, he didn’t mind. He appreciated the distraction. Doflamingo was a very business-oriented man, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t enjoy the simple pleasures in life that came in the form of you. You clung to him like a much smaller shadow as he made his way through the castle.

He always found it amusing, endearing even, when you would walk side-by-side. His large hand would guide you from between your shoulder blades, having had to bend a bit to even reach that part of you. Doffy had been teasing you throughout the day, too. Comments regarding your size and stature being the predominant words leaving his wry lips.

You huffed a sigh and shook your head, a smile tugging on your lips. “You keep calling me tiny.” You stated, craning your neck to look up at him. Your reflection mirrored in his signature pink sunglasses, beautiful doe-like eyes searching his covered irises.

Doflamingo grinned almost wickedly, his large hand cupping your jaw. His long fingers completely caged your face, spider-like digits firmly keeping you in place. “That’s because you’re pocket-sized.” His thumb ran along your lower lip before his smile died down and his demeanor became nearly possessive. “Tiny little thing.”

#hmgmgngngrbhw #I might make a part two of this but idk #I’ve never written for doffy before but I wanna keep doing it!#doflamingo x reader #blah idk how I feel about this!#I hope it’s okay😭

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

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SFW🌿

⭑ They had been married for many years when they met you. Amren and Nesta had formed a new group for young women that were interested in magic and witchcraft.

⭑ You were eager to join and had grown close to the women. You were taught how to heal, how to defend and attack; physically, emotionally, and mentally.

⭑ Amren was especially interested in your abilities and how well you connected with the materials. Like this is what you were meant to do.

⭑ She would talk her High Lord and Lady about you. It was only in passing; the army could use good medics, as well as the realm.

⭑ I think it would be Feyre’s idea to have a poly relationship and Rhys was a tad hesitant at first, but it was so natural when they met you.

⭑ Like the cauldron had blessed their union with a third mate.

⭑ You got along so well with both of them. Feyre did most of the talking while Rhys sat back, a loose arm around his wife.

⭑ Their children had big days - training, learning, etc. So they didn’t know about you until Rhys and Feyre were sure about you

⭑ Feeling protected at all times - you always felt safe because you were associated with the most powerful people in the realm.

⭑ Feyre loves showing you her art - particularly the paintings that she’s made of you.

⭑ You and Feyre gang up on Rhys a lot; and you have strong opinions that you aren’t afraid of sharing

⭑ Being targeted at one point or another, but the Inner Circle always has your back

⭑ Mor loves you. She loves the idea that Rhys and Feyre brought in another person into their marriage.

⭑ Elain is strongly against it, but after a few years, she would get over it. After all, they have eternity.

⭑ Bonding with Rhys over history, your love for magic, and what he’s done with Velaris.

⭑ Having sad days and you don’t want to get out of bed, so Feyre curls up behind you and strokes your hair, while Rhys flutters about, making you tea and a hot bath.

⭑ Rhys taking you flying

⭑ Date nights are so fricken FUN. Dressing up and going out to dinner, dancing, or going to the cabin ...

⭑ Rhysand orders are very VERY large bed so the three of you can sleep comfortably

⭑ But you usually sleep in the middle with Rhys spooning you and Feyre facing you, her soft breath tickling your face

⭑ You bond with the High Lord and Ladies children, who have grown up at this point. Nyx is the eldest, who understands the dynamic and finds it interesting. But also very weird because duh, it’s his parents.

⭑ Being really good friends with Azriel, Amren, and Nesta. You understand their reserved nature.

⭑ Cassian loves throwing you over his shoulder and Nesta calls out, “YOU BE CAREFUL WITH HER!”

⭑ Feyre is usually the last one to wake up each morning

⭑ Rhys leaning against the doorway, his hands in his pockets and his eyes twinkling, “Hello Beautiful,” he purrs.

⭑ You and Feyre get tipsy together and Rhys comes home and he’s like, “oh god...” while pinching the bridge of his nose. And you both see him and squeal, “Rhyyyysssssss!!! We missed you!” And you both run and jump on him.

⭑ Feyre’s pet names for you are, ‘love,’ ‘my heart,’ ‘honey,’ and ‘sweetheart.’

Relationship Tropes:

Wild Chaotic (Feyre) x Awkward innocent (You) x Calm and Collected (Rhys)

Moon (Rhys) x Eclipse (Feyre) x Sun (You)

Tall (Rhys) x Smol (You) x Slightly Taller than Smol (Feyre)

NSFW🔞 minors dni!

⭑ You would be in the center of a lot of sexual encounters

⭑ Rhys and Feyre had dabbled in nearly every kind of sex over the centuries. So, they were excited to try it with a newcomer

⭑ Feyre was insatiable whenever you were around; her hands finding their way under your shirt, groping your breasts

⭑ They always respect your boundaries and want to hear what you want, what you like, and dislike.

⭑ Standing and Rhys is on your right side, Feyre on your left. They’re both kissing either side of your neck, your shoulders, your chest.

⭑ They never leave you out, or make you feel like you’re the third wheel. You’re the center of attention. They’ve lived with each other for centuries, so now you’re the highlight in their marriage.

⭑ You and Feyre like to get on your knees in front of Rhys and kiss, suck, and lick his cock and balls.

⭑ Rhysand loves sloppy head; where spit, and cum are smeared over your face, dribbling down your chin.

⭑ Nipple play. Both Rhys and Feyre like their nipples pulled and bitten. Especially Feyre.

⭑ Bathing together. Wedged between Feyre’s legs as you clean Rhysand’s wings, she massages your back, while Rhys rubs her knee.

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I should try to sleep...

Anyway random facts about MC Jayce.

Tied to each series: 🐑 = OM | 🌻 = ADWD | 💖 = 14DWY | 🎃 = TKATB

Main F/Os involved from each series: Asmo from OM, Grim from ADWD, Ren/Redacted from 14DWY, Sol from TKATB.

They draw, but aren't good at it, but do doodle anyways. (rarely ever shows their art to anyone. Will literally bite you if you try to steal their sketchbook to take a peek. Their partner get a pass though...sometimes.) 🐑🌻💖🎃

Likes to cook and is kinda good at it. Though isn't trusted with the knife. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Has and is taking self defense classes(with a friend) to better defend themselves, and their loved one. 🐑

Can use magic, is a sorcerer. Call them a witch however, they will literally give you the most threatening death glare you will ever know. 🐑

Can't swim. Literally hates the ocean. Big bodies of water kinda frightens them. But ironically loves the beach, when its not crowded that is. Though hates sand or getting it on them lol 🐑🌻💖🎃

Hates large crowds, loud noises and just being out having to socialize in general. (Let them stay home in the safety of their room, maybe cuddled with their love too preferably.) 🐑🌻💖🎃

Hates bugs? It depends. They love butterflies though. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Loves cats. Isn't really a dog person. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Loves video games, mostly survival horror games, and sometimes mystery/thrillers story driven games. As well supernatural stuff, but lowkey they get kinda spooked by ghost. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Almost always is listening to music. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Can/has taken the form of a literal small sheep. 🐑

Deals with bad insomnia. (Their love is trying to fix that though.) 🌻💖🎃 (Asmo already got Jayce sleeping with him more better now so...)

Only speaks spanish when very angry/upset or trying to flirt/charm their love. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Has a literal love for pumpkins/jack-o-lanterns. Owns a little(big) collection of pumpkin related things. (It's Halloween everyday to them pfff) 🎃

Favorite holiday is Halloween. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Might have anger issues... 🐑🌻💖🎃

Deals with trust issues... 🐑🌻💖🎃

Almost always spends their time at the library. 💖🎃

Has a pet(changes often). 🌻/ Has no pet. 🐑💖🎃

Loves coffee(maybe too much) 🐑🌻💖🎃

Depending on the timeline/universe. Is a reaper. 🌻

Can't dance to even save their own life. 🐑🌻💖🎃 / Is being taught how to dance or will by their love. 🐑🎃

Only wears black or dark colors. 🌻🎃 / Wears all types of colors, most often to match with their love. 🐑💖

Always has their nails painted to match or symbolize their partner. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Seems quiet and shy at first, but once you get to know them. And they open up to someone they trust or love. Starts to show their real wild(and sometimes frightening?) mischievous side. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Refuses to go to heaven now if they die and will go to hell just to stay with their demon love and possible other partners. (Polyamory~ 💕) 🐑

Is short(5'1), their partner is taller than them. (So smol, can fit in their pocket. lmao) 🐑🌻💖🎃

#;arklay outbreak #okay now i sleep lol #;long post #;mc jayce

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luvtonique · 5 months

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New Type Just Dropped

Very Big Tsundere Girl

16-25 foot tall girl who wants to hang out with you but has a lot of defensive layers and some quick to anger issues.

Isn't physically harmful, knows she'll hurt you really bad if she was.

Keeps coming around to hang out with you, keeps saying her other friends don't wanna hang out so she's "Stuck with you."

Has to sit outside cause she can't fit in your house.

Watches you play games through the window and laughs when you die in the game and says you're bad.

Really thinks you're good though but won't admit it.

Says she's hungry but upset cause she has to buy 3x as much food as normal people.

Orders three large pizzas two of them are for her.

Pretends she just couldn't eat the third one so she gives it to you.

Secretly thinks you're adorable because you're smol.

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RHAENYRA TARGARYEN x FEM!VELARYON!READER

Summary: As Rhaenyra’s cousin, you and her grew up together and were always closer than normal cousins were. So when you hear she’s gone on tour to find herself a suitable suitor, you decide to force yourself in the long line of candidates in a way she won’t forget.

Warnings: Cassic Targaryen incest, homophobia, smol angst.

You and your cousin, Rhaenyra, sat under the warming shade of the godswood, hands intertwined as she ranted about her troubles. And being the first female heir to the iron throne, she had many. But you happily listened, cutting in when she needed advice or to answer a question.

You couldn’t focus. Her hands were so very warm, her hair was softer than silk, her lavender eyes burned with fire as she spoke, and her voice was so smooth, you swore you could fall asleep to it.

“Cousin?” She spoke, her eyes peeking up at you from below as if she were awaiting an answer.

“Pardon?” You widened your eyes like you were just caught doing something scandalous, making Rhaenyra chuckle at you and your manners, which were never necessary around her.

“I asked if you were to stay in Kings Landing or leave for Driftmark with your Mother and sister?” Rhaenyra queried, staring hopefully at you, reaching up to fiddle with some of your silver hair. Your father, Corlys Velaryon, had traveled to battle in the Stepstones and your brother Laenor was to fly by dragon to join him in a days time. So your mother, Rhaenys, and sister, Laena, were to travel back home to Driftmark whilst waiting for the men to return.

“I’m not certain” you truthfully answered, a smile creeping on your face as you though for your next words. “Are you to stay in Kings Landing?” You suggestively asked with a cheeky smirk on your lips.

Rhaenyra sighed, dropping her hand from your hair to fiddle with her golden rings. “I am to tour” she spoke so silently you could barely make out her words.

“What?” You nervously laughed, hoping you heard wrong. All your life you knew Rhaenyra and yourself would be married off, but you used to think it’d be to each other. You were younger and naiver then. You sat us from the assortment of pillows protecting your back from the wood of the large tree, making Rhaenyra’s head fall from you lap as she had to sit up herself.

Rhaenyra sat beside you, astonished and nervous. “I am to tour for a suitor” she raised her chin at you, speaking confidently.

You frowned, slumping your shoulders as you hear the words confirmed. You knew you loved Rhaenyra with all your heart, but you couldn’t be around her anymore for it would cause your heart too much pain.

You stood from the blanket, the shade from the tree suddenly feeling suffocating. “Excuse me, Princess” you sourly spat at her, instantly feeling bad about your words. Obviously Rhaenyra didn’t choose to do this, it was all Viserys’ doings, but your couldn’t help but feel betrayed for no good reason.

You did end up leaving for Driftmark the next day, not speaking to Rhaenyra since out of shame for your actions and you desperately whished you could take your words back.

You currently sat on the window seat, watching the angry waves of the Gullet crash against the rocks and once again thinking about Rhaenyra. You had asked Laena to keep you up to date on the Princesses journey and if she had found herself courting yet. The answer was always the same; Rhaenyra had not taken any interests in any of the Lords whom presented themselves to her, before she moved onto her next stop where she’d have the exact same reaction as the previous meetings.

Today was the day Laena were to inform you of your beloved cousin, so you sat waiting in anticipation with a bouncing leg and a heavy heart.

A soft knock on your door echoed through your large room, your little sister peeking her head of curly white hair through the crack.

“Sister?” She mumbled, waiting to let herself in—which you told her repeatedly wasn’t needed and she could just enter whenever— and with a gesture of your hand she did, moving to sit beside you. “Cousin Rhaenyra is currently on route for the Vale” Laena knew of her sisters love for their cousin, being the person you went to for a shoulder to cry on and a hand to hold, Laena was always there for you and never judged you for your tastes. Laenor was also a loving sibling and cared deeply for you, he also understood more about your troubles as he also had no love for whom he should.

You sighed, resting your hand on your cheek and picked at the ends of your blue skirts. Laena, sensing your disappointment at Rhaenyra’s lengthly return, placed her soft hand on your own and smiled up at you. “The Vale is only a short dragon ride away” she smiled at the sudden hope in your eyes. “I’ll cover for you” She assured, leaning back so you could move.

You jumped up, leaning down to give your sister a tight hug, thinking about how foolish you were to not think of such thing sooner. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, my dear sister” you smiled with glee as Laena chuckled.

You dashed to your drawer, pouching you riding clothes from the neat pile they were set in, hurriedly changing behind a modesty divider. Laena giggled as you left the door open in your path, slipping your boots and gloves on as you dashed through the halls of Driftmark, receiving scolding looks and surprised looks from bystanders.

You almost tumbled down the hill on the way to the dragon keep, passing a sleeping Vhagar and a confused Meleys, who watched you closely as you slowed to approach your dragon, Zaelix, who was a unique pure white and sleeping peacefully in her own space.

“Hello there, girl” you spoke in High Valyrian, holding a hand to her snout, feeling the warm breath as Zaelix exhaled sleepily into your touch. “I know girl. Very sorry to wake you” you rested your head against your dragons white scaled one, feeling her blink as she fully awoke. Opening your eyes, you stared into Zaelix’s bright purple orbs that matched your own. “Nyra awaits” you whispered, eagerly moving to where your dragon saddle sat close by. Zaelix seemed much more awake now, seeming exited herself as she shifted on her feet, waiting impatiently for her rider.

After securing the saddle to Zaelix’s back, you gave her the signal to fly and the white dragon spread its wings and jumped from the edge of Driftmark.

In less than an hour, you could see the Eyrie that sat above the clouds in the distance. But more importantly, you could see the Targaryen ships sailing for the shore.

After a command from you, Zaelix dipped so her stomach could almost graze the sea. As you approached, the Targaryen sigil on the sheets swayed frantically and the boats rocked from side to side. With the flap of her wings and a low hum, Zaelix sent the crew on board to their backs.

You peeked behind you, trusting your companion to safely guide to in a direction to land, to spot your cousin who was easily spotted, dressed in red amongst dull grey, staring longingly up at you with a small smile— completely ignoring Ser Cristion’s concerned grip on her arm as the only thing she saw was you. She could recognise that dragon anywhere, remembering the late nights you and her would sneak Zaelix and Syrax from the dragonpit to fly above the world for as long as your dragons could manage. Sometimes you’d stop to rest on a small un-named island that was lined with fields of flowers— which you’d weave into each other’s hair or simply lay together under the stars.

You had arrived at the hall much earlier than Rhaenyra, stalling for time as Lord and Lady Arryn asked you for your visiting reason, to which you made up some nonsense story about needing to deliver a message to your cousin. As if they couldn’t send a raven. Luckily the Arryn’s brought it, allowing you to stay and even offering you a warm meal and some wine while you wait.

Your nerves made your stomach turn so you refused the food but swollowed the wine eagerly in a poor attempt to soothe the growing fear.

Your eyes managed to flicker back to the door every few seconds, awaiting the arrival of your cousin and the desperately needed apology you’d give her. What you didn’t know is that Rhaenyra was stomping through the halls of the Eyrie whilst trying not to look too desperate as she charged for the great hall with her hands clenched painfully tight in front of her as she too longed to see you again.

The heavy doors of the great hall swung open, the Princess storming inside as her company struggled to keep up. Immediately, Rhaenyra surveyed the room for you, finding you rising from a chair near the Lord’s throne. Your empty wine cup was forgotten on the table, your hair was wild from the ride you took and your dragon riding clothes were dirty with muck. But Rhaenyra thought you never looked more ethereal.

The Arryn’s greeted their granddaughter with open arms, yet Rhaenyra b-lined for you only. Immediately, Rhaenyra took your hands— now rid of gloves, that were now tucked into your belt— in her own out of instinct, peeking down at your silver and blue rings that glistened on your fingers as she twisted them around.

When your cousin lifted her head you could see tears glazing her eyes as she tried to keep her composure. “You’re here?” She questioned, more in amazement than disbelief.

“Im here. For you” you smiled, squeezing Rhaenyra’s hands affectionately. “And I’m so sorry for what I said last time we spoke”

“You need not apologise, cousin” Rhaenyra assured you, ignoring the impatient glares from her grandparents. “I’m simply glad to see you again”

Rhaenyra then knew she had to face the Arryn’s, carefully dropping your soft hands to stand before their tall throne— not as majestic as the Iron Throne.

Once Rhaenyra was situated on her own chair, an extensive line of men strutted in, wearing their finest clothes and cockiest smirks before the Princess.

You stood to the side, barely holding in your snickers or chuckles at the faces of these proud men get downright rejected by the Heir to the Iron Throne herself, their faces dropping in embarrassment as the waddled away.

Hours seemed to pass and your opportunity was finally arriving, but the later it got the more disappointed you could see Rhaenyra becoming.

“Cousin” you stepped forward, cutting off some measly Lord of House Baelish, whom glared at the back of your head for the interruption. “If I may…” The bystanders of the Eyrie waited for you, intrigued. “House Velaryon is a fine candidate.” You suggested, ignoring the confused mumbling from the Lords and Ladies beside you, the only thing you were focused do was the gleeful face of your cousin.

“If Ser Laenor were wishing to propose to the Princess, why didn’t he come himself?” Lord Arryn scratched the side of his bald head, utterly stumped.

“I was not suggesting Ser Laenor, My Lord” the confused mumbling turned even louder. “Your Grace” you curtsied to Rhaenyra. “I propose myself a chance of the greatest honour to wed the Princess.” Outraged shouts were thrown at you for your suggestion, before being silenced by Lord Arryn.

“What you are suggesting, My Lady, could be considered treason! For a woman to marry a woman is preposterous, but for a two women to be Queen is vile!” His grouchy voice echoed his halls, glaring at you with deep anger and a need to keep his granddaughter from your sin.

“Husband” Lady Arryn called, “I do believe your opinion has no effect on Princess Rhaenyra’s final decision. No need to waste your breath” You could tell her words held more defence towards you, when her husband could not.

Lord Arryn huffed, falling back in his seat with a never-ending glare. “Indeed, wife”

Standing from her chair, Rhaenyra slowly moved towards you as to not draw too much obviousness to her eagerness.

“You don’t jest?” She wavered in High Valyrian, to assure your privacy. “Because this would be a cruel jest to play”

“I promise, Nyra. I play no jest. I simply wish to marry the woman I love” You smiled, once again taking in her breathtaking appearance that you could never get enough of.

“Good” Rhaenyra laughed breathily in relief. “Because I also wish to marry the woman I love” she admitted, once again taking your hands. “I have wished this since I was nine”

“Well I have wished it since I was eight” you playfully challenged.

With one last burst of confidence, you jumped forward to capture Rhaenyra’s lips with your own. The gasps of the nobility was drowned out by your love. Rhaenyra not you were ever ones for perfection or acceptance, always loving the thrill of trouble.

You simply focused on Rhaenyra’s soft, sweet lips— finally being sealed by your connected passion for one another.

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You and Rhaenyra had gotten married later that year in Old Valyrian fashion, per her request, filled with intense passion, love and desire— which followed deep into that night.

And yes, you still get rude remarks and still got your feet spat on, but ‘twas all very worth it if you got to marry your Wife and live a long life with her.

Rhaenyra Targaryen knew she loved you with all her heart could muster. And that they loved each other. That only one who loves another so deeply, would proclaim one’s love so boldly in a room of strangers.

#rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra x reader #house of the dragon #first story

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