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mercair · 9 months

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SAY HELLO TO... SHERIFF WOOSTERN !!

It was about time for this post to get an upgrade. Now, i don't think there's many of you, but for those who don't know her, allow me to re-tell you the story of Sheriff Woostern; My Deltarune Chapter 3 Secret Boss OC...

███████ ████ ███ was a former child actress on Starry Lands, known for her role as "Sheriff Woostern" on the show "Woostern & Friends". It was quite the popular show among the darkners, but most improtantly, among the lightners; the main reason the show existed to begin with.

She was a very talented actress for such a young darkner, almost as if she truly believed that she was a Sheriff and a "true hero", and that everything that happened at the show was... Real.

Nonetheless, things were going great for her. Everyone on the studio loved her, she became close friends with Ms. Mari, another actress who worked on the show, and overall, it seems that life could only get better for her...

But... One day, something strange happened. "Woostern" was alone in her green room that day, just drawing things as she usually did, waiting for The Director or Ms. Mari to call her to record a new episode. She heard a knock on her door, excited, she ran over almost immediately to open it to whoever it was. She has always been a bit air headed, perhaps that's why she didn't notice the strange darkness growing from under the door...

And when she opened the door, she was met by... Him. The man introduced himself as a big fan of her show, so much that he came over to the studio, only to meet her. "Woostern" was excited and cheerful to meet the man, she didn't know any better. Suddenly, the man offered the young actress a present. A little gift inside a box. "Woostern" happily accepted the gift and opened the box.

Inside the box was... A large piece of cloth, and a strange crystal. She looked up and the man had dissapeared. She looked at the piece of cloth, and it ocurred to her that it was meant to be some kind of clothing, so she decided to try to put it on. And when she did, the strange cloth transformed, into a very fiiting poncho, with a big smile on it. She loved it. Little did she know, that that "poncho" had more secrets inside of it than what it seemed.

Not long after that, people started to notice strange behavior coming from the little actress, she started to whisper things to herself quite often, and sometimes even suddenly disappeared with no excuses or explanations other than she was doing it for a "friend". And all of that, without ever taking her new poncho off.

Not long after that, the lightners stopped enjoying, caring, and watching the show. The ratings were low, and there was no way the show could keep up like this. So, The Director took the decision of cancelling "Woostern & Friends". When the young actress heard the news... Something changed. Something horrible. Something inside of her... SNAPPED. The recording set of the show was destroyed, in what seemed to be a fit of anger and desperation, by what people thought was "Woostern" herself. When she was finished, the young actress seemed like she couldn't remember anything of what just happened. She was the sheriff, why was everyone blaming her for this? Why was everyone talking to her like she was some sort of criminal? With tears in her eyes, she ran away from the studio before anyone could stop her.

Nowadays people have forgotten about the show, and The Director stopped searching for her assuming that she was taken by the young lightner when he went to college. In reality, she's hiding, waiting, for someone to help her out of this dilemma she has found herself in. But the poncho she's wearing... Her "friend"... Seems happier than ever.

Now, enough sad backstories.

As said in the image, she's strongly based on the Woody Theory, so her whole western theme, along with some other points, are not really that original.

She's a sweety pie the 70% of the time, helping Kris and becoming friends with them , the other 30% she's busy being the secret boss.

Her lightworld counterpart is a random doll Asriel used to play with, then forgot about it when he got older, and then abandoned it when he went to college. Pretty much like Toy Story 3, yeah!

About her design, i tried to go for a more cartoonish/doll? styled, making her whole torso being cover by the oversized poncho, the little hands, rosy cheeks and eyes way too big to be a human. And as for the poncho, well, you can already tell where her "friend" is, right?

WOOSTERN & FRIEND !!:

And laslty, her soundtrack! composed by myself, if you wanna listen to the rest, consider checking my soundcloud!

#deltarune #secret boss #deltarune chapter 3 #oc #deltarune secret boss #SoundCloud #sheriff woostern

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years

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I read like all your werewolf by night stuff and they were amazing. I need more jack Russell and just fell in love with him instantly. Okay enough with me rambling but if you dont mind can you write Jack with reader. And could be reader be thinking about #24 to Jack and think jack deserves better than them?

A/n: I’m very humbled that you like my werewolf by night stuff. I saw the lack of fics and decided to do something about it cuz that’s a crime to Jack Russell. So if anything I’m blessed with the ability to get to write for this character. He deserves it.🦦

Prompt list

Prompt 24- you deserve so much better then me.

‘He’s so beautiful it physically hurts.’ You thought to yourself as you looked down at Jack’s sleeping face, running your fingers through his hair as per your morning ritual, watching adoringly as his features were bathed in the soft golden glow of morning. You felt unworthy of a love as pure as Jack’s. You felt like a fraud, a fake, a deceiver of his trust even when you’ve kept his secret tightly to your chest as though it was your own.

You couldn’t pinpoint where these feelings came about but you were stuck with them either way and you had to deal with it. Never had you ever been given reason to doubt your relationship with Jack; He has been nothing less then kind, caring, attentive and overall the standard of what a romantic partner should be. You, on the other hand, only believed yourself to being selfish and taking advantage of the kindness given to you. Out of everyone Jack could’ve possibly chosen, he chose you and every day since then you’ve asked yourself why?

Why out of every possible suitor did his heart chose you? What made you special in comparison because each time you looked in a reflective surface of that a mirror or a river, you only saw boring, bland, you staring back. Your eyes didn’t hold stars within them, your smile didn’t beam brightly and you neither lighten up a whole room upon arrival nor made heads turn in your direction. You didn’t understand how Jack could look at you with unconditional love within his eyes and proudly hold your hand in his own without any ounce of shame of being seen with you. It didn’t make sense to you that someone like him could find you remotely attractive never less attractive.

Sensing that your hand had stopped stroking his hair, Jack opened a bleary eye, groaning softly, as he looked to see that your eyes were afar from reality as you were deeply lost in thought. Naturally he was less to believe something has been troubling you for awhile as he slept and he sat himself up against the headboard. “Y/n?” He said softly, knowing that by this time of day Ted was potentially making a mess out of your kitchen in an attempt of making you all tea. Another reasoning behind his choice in tone was that Jack didn’t want to alert his friend by raising his voice by raising his voice above a certain volume.Ted’s intentions towards many things were pure but due to his hulking mass of foliage and fungi, Ted was susceptible to causing accidental damage of his surroundings.

“Y/n.” Jack tired once again, this time making his voice loud enough to draw you back to the reality of your shared bedroom. “Nice to see that sleeping beauty has finally awakened.” You joked, going into press a kiss to his forehead only for him to move away, causing a twinge of pain in your chest. “Jack?” You asked, pulling away, rummaging through your head of what you had done in recent memory to earn that type of reaction. “What’s wrong?” You were worried that Jack had finally came to his sense and realised that you weren’t compatible with him and that he was going to admit in falling out of love with you. “I think I should be asking you that question,” Jack reached a hand to hold your cheek, stroking his thumb against the skin there almost reassuringly, “what’s wrong, you seem to be getting more and more lost in your thoughts nowadays. Let me help, you trust me right?”

“Of course I trust you Jack!” You cried, “I just…” your voice quietened gradually, “it’s…it’s stupid. Nothing worth you loosing sleep over.” Hurt by your hesitance to open up about your issues, Jack felt as though he wasn’t doing right by you as your partner in tackling your problems together and genuinely believed for the briefest of moments that you were falling out of love with him. “If it’s hurting you then it isn’t stupid, I’d rather lose all the sleep I could possibly get if it meant lifting the burden from your shoulders.” He says, resting his forehead against your own, closing his eyes, “when we entered a relationship together we agreed that whatever adversity we face, we face together. So let me fight by your side and rid you of your inner demons. For seeing you suffering in silence breaks my heart.” You brought your hands to hold his face, pushing your forehead against his own as you felt tears well behind your eyes.

“You deserve so much better then me Jack.” You finally admitted, not looking at him in fear of gauging his reaction, “I’m unworthy of being your friend never less your lover; Your soul is so full of light that I fear that one day I would only dampens it into extinction. I fear that one day you’d wake up and realise truth within my words and start looking elsewhere for someone who would look perfect right by your side, realise that in the end I wasn’t anything special.” Jack’s eyes seemed to shine with hurt and disbelief at your words that it only made you hate yourself even more if that was even possible. How could you dump your troubles onto the most genuine man you’ve been met, what gave you the privilege to do that to Jack? God you were so fucking selfish that you were borderline crying for reassurance that you didn’t fully deserve.

Jack didn’t want to believe what he was hearing. It felt wrong hearing such venom come from your mouth and aimed at yourself because to Jack every single word was absolutely false. The demons within your head was plaguing you and he couldn’t do anything about it. Jack knew it was near impossible for him to convey his every emotion through words, seeing as they’d only get him so far without gradually starting to sound repetitive and insincere. It frustrates him greatly that he didn’t take the signs he was seeing and piecing them together to see the full picture. How could he see so clearly yet after so blindsided.

“I don’t like it when you say things like that. To me,” Jack removed his hand from your cheek to lift your chin so that you were staring him in the eye, “you’re perfect. You truly don’t understand the extent of my feelings for you and I don’t think I do either as I find it difficult to even find the words to describe how you make me feel. In my eyes, you brighten up every room you’ve walked into, your eyes shine as though god plucked two of the brightest stars in the sky and placed them there. In my eyes, no one has a laugh as beautiful or as infectious as yours, no one has a heart as unique.” Jack placed a kiss to your cheeks, wiping away the tears there in the process as he smiled lovingly at you when he pulls away. “You wanna know why?” “Why?” You asked, desperate to know his innermost thoughts about you. However instead of words, Jack pressed a chaste kiss against your lips, pulling away just as you were about to reciprocate, “I love you so very much.”

Lost within your little moment, neither of you noticed Ted standing on the doorway of your room with two cutesy cups of tea within his significantly larger hands, not wanting to interrupt the scene before him but also not sure how to inform either of you that the tea was going to go cold.

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onevolon · 7 months

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my love for you is infinite - part12

Santiago Garcia x afab!reader(Darcy)

note: pride and prejudice (2005) but with triple frontier boys because why not lol

word count: 1009

warnings: it's been a while wooops hehehehee

you can also read it on ao3.

part11 - part13 - masterlist

Sunlight flickers through the trees lining the road. Santiago has his eyes shut and feels the wind on his face. He opens his eyes... A ravishing landscape of savage and romantic beauty scudding clouds, mountains, wild rocky outcrops. Walking freely with the wind in his hair, he breathes deeply.

The Gardiner's are eating supper.

“One of the best houses in the country.”

“Aren’t you acquainted with the owner, Miss Darcy?”

Santiago snaps out of a haze, and nods.

“Well, we shall go there tomorrow, Santiago.”

“I would rather stay here.”

“Stay here?”

“I must own that I'm tired of great houses. All those carpets and curtains...”

“But you liked Haddon. You liked those damask velvet drapes and you liked –“

“- if Pemberley is anything like Miss Darcy, I am sure I will not be able to bear it.”

Mrs. Gardiner looks at Santiago curiously.

“The grounds alone are worth a visit.”

“Let us not make a fuss. If the he does not want to go there is little point in persuading him.

***

The carriage enters the gates of Pemberley. Santiago is alert, his eyes bright with curiosity. The parkland is wild and rocky. A sense of freedom and liberation is in the air.

Then all of them gasp.

The Pemberley House is vast, breathtakingly beautiful, set in great boulder-strewn park lands.

Santiago is lost in admiration.

***

Santiago is apart from the rest of the group as he wanders through the stunning collection of marble sculptures. In the background we hear the Gardiners and Mrs. Reynolds.

“Is your mistress much at Pemberley?”

“Not as much as I would wish, sir, for she dearly loves it here.”

“If she should marry, you might see more of her.”

“Yes madam, but I do not know when that will be, I do not know a person who, is good enough for her.”

“What do you mean?”

Santiago stops, confronted by a marble bust of Darcy. They stand face to face looking at each other. Santiago listens to Mrs. Reynolds.

“I’ve known Miss Darcy since she was a child. She was always a kind and generous person even then. Not everyone can see it, because she does not make a meal of it like a lot of young women nowadays. But she is the most sweet-tempered and kind-hearted person I have ever known.

Mrs. Reynolds and the Gardiners appear by Santiago’s side.

“This is my mistress - Miss Darcy.”

“A handsome face. Santiago, is it a true likeness of her?”

“Do you know Miss Darcy?”

“Only a little.”

“And do you not think her a handsome woman, sir?”

“Yes... Yes, I daresay she is.”

Mrs. Reynolds moves the Gardiners on to another sculpture, but Santiago stays, staring at Darcy's likeness.

“And this is her sister, Miss Georgiana. She plays and sings all day long.”

Santiago realizes that in the distance music can be heard.

“Are they at home?”

Santiago turns to find that the Gardiners and Mrs. Reynolds have disappeared. He runs to find them.

***

Santiago wanders into the drawing room in search of the others. The music is louder in this room. He walks to the French windows and looks out. In the bright sunlight the view of the gardens and valley beyond is exquisite. Suddenly Santiago recognizes the tune. There is a door, slightly ajar, in the far corner of the room, from where the music seems to be coming.

His curiosity gets the better of him and he approaches the door. He steels himself a moment, then discreetly peeps in.

Through the gap he sees Georgiana Darcy, a beautiful sixteen year old, playing the piano with great fluency and passion. Captivated by the music, Santiago stops and listens.

Another person steps into view. Santiago strains to see them, but they are obscured by shadows. They approach Georgiana and puts their hands over her eyes. She immediately stops playing and shrieks uproariously, before standing to hug the person. As they embrace, the sunlight hits their face.

It's Miss Darcy.

She turns and sees Santiago watching her. For a moment they both stare at each other frozen with surprise. Santiago turns and runs across the room and out through the French windows.

Santiago runs across the lawn but is stopped in her tracks by Darcy's voice.

“Mr. Bennet!”

Darcy catches up with him. They stand, not knowing what to do.

“I thought you were in London.” Santiago says.

“No? I'm not.”

“No.”

Another silence. Then they both speak at once.

“I came here a day early – “

”We wouldn't have come-“

They stop. She gazes at him with great emotion.

“I’m visiting Derbyshire with my uncle and aunt.”

Santiago sounds about ten years old.

“And are you having a pleasant trip?”

“Very pleasant. Tomorrow, we go to Matlock.”

“Tomorrow? Are you staying at Lambton?”

“Yes. At the Rose and Crown.”

Another pause. He extends his hand.

“I’m so sorry to intrude. They said the house was open for visitors. I had no idea...”

He shakes her hand and starts to walk away.

“May I see you to the village?”

“Oh no! I'm very fond of walking.”

“Yes. Yes, I know.”

“Goodbye, Miss Darcy.”

He hurries away. She gazes after him.

***

That night when Santiago comes downstairs, he can see through a gap in the door to the restaurant Miss Darcy talking to his aunt and uncle.

“I shall send my carriage at noon” Santiago hears Darcy say.

After a moment, Darcy leaves and Santiago approaches the table.

“Santiago, I've just met Miss Darcy! Why didn't you tell us you had seen her? She's asked us to dine with her tomorrow - She was very civil, was she not?”

“Very civil.”

“Not at all like you painted her to be.”

Santiago stares “To dine with her?

“- there is something pleasing about her voice, when she speaks.”

Mrs. Gardiner watches Santiago's reaction most carefully.

“You don't mind delaying our journey for another day?”

Santiago shakes his head, dumbly.

“She particularly wishes you to meet her sister.”

“Her sister?”

#santiago garcia #frankie morales #tom davis #ben miller #will miller #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfic #santiago garcia x reader #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac fic #oscar isaac fanfiction #oscar isaac #oscar isaac hernandez estrada #onevolon fic

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meekmedea · 1 month

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conversations over tea (IV)

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“I tried to bake,” she tells him during one of their teas.

There’s a genuine look of bafflement at her words. “Why?”

“I was bored.”

A second or two passes before he speaks again, his curiosity apparent. “How did it go?”

Clemensia took a sip from her tea, choosing not to say a word.

“How did it go?” he pressed.

“It came out hard as a rock,” she admits reluctantly when it was clear that Coriolanus wouldn’t drop the matter till she confessed.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

“Oh like you could do any better.”

“Is that a challenge?”

She grins.

Although they are no longer the same children they once were, it was almost heartening to find that he was still as competitive as ever. It made him seem … human instead of the cool, aloof mask he put on nowadays.

This is how they end up standing in his private kitchen one morning. His cooks sent out, as well as any nosy staff that might be lingering about.

“How hard can it be?”

Famous last words. If anything, Coriolanus fares even worse than she had.

Even presidents weren’t exempt from burning bread.

“Not a word to anyone else,” he insists when hours later, it comes out blacker than coal.

Clemensia mimicked zipping her mouth shut.

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Their conversations over tea have become a little less one-sided, and she no longer purposefully finds the most bland things to talk about. With his participation, the conversation falls to more casual topics. Politics and anything that might be of importance are things they steer clear of.

In a way, it’s a game. Coriolanus is after whatever it is he gets out of their weekly teas, while Clemensia continues searching for whatever his motive might be.

Of course, there are times when his duties as President of Panem come first. There are weeks where she’ll have arrived on time and he’ll be stuck in some meeting that’s gone overtime or have something last minute to take care of.

In the warmer months, sometimes a maid or an assistant will suggest she wander the gardens as she waits. Or if they’ll offer up the drawing room with the piano if she’d prefer to stay indoors. And when the leaves begin to change their colours, Clemensia prefers the latter.

For a man who cannot play any musical instrument, the piano is kept in surprisingly good condition. Then again, Clemensia supposed that it wasn’t a good look for the president to have a less than perfect image, in his own home nonetheless.

Behind closed doors, the piano is hers to play as she likes. Sheet music is provided underneath the bench – some of the pieces she recognizes as ones she’d played back then; others are new, but not impossible to play.

She can’t help but wonder if he picks them out himself or has someone on his staff do so.

The maid always makes her a cup of tea while she waits for him to join her – Clemensia only ever takes a sip or two, more so focused on the piano instead. Besides when he arrives, a fresh pot of tea is made anyway.

~~~~~~

Is this a test of sorts? To test if she’d flaunt their newly re-established ‘friendship’?

Suffice to say, this is what first comes to mind when the maid that leads her to the drawing room purposefully strays from their usual route, causing her to frequently pass by ministers of various departments in the hallways.

None of these politicians ever stop to make conversation with her, nor does she attempt to do so. But even if there isn’t any conversation, she can sometimes feel the occasional stare as she walks past.

So if Coriolanus expects her to flaunt their connection, he’d be sorely disappointed to learn that Clemensia doesn’t talk of their teas to anyone else.

Because while she is well aware of the social benefits that’d come with being closely associated with the President, she’s also aware that the higher one rises, the harder the fall.

Avarice is dangerous to indulge in, especially in these circumstances.

Conversation with his other guests is kept to zero until one day, the newly instated Minister of Energy mistakes her for a staff member under the employ of the President.

A rude man, she recalls her father having described him once, nothing more than a spoiled brat. One who looked down on all he deemed beneath him.

In a way, perhaps it is her fault, as she doesn’t dress to the nines for these occasions. There’s no point to it – since when does one purposefully dress nicer to call on a friend? But maybe this is why he thinks of her as nothing more than an assistant to order about.

Regardless, Midas is an unpleasant man. One could tell much about an individual based on how they treated service workers and such. And if this is how he acted, then she was anything but impressed.

~~~~~~

It isn’t the last of him though, for once their tea has been poured, Coriolanus mentions him. “Midas is rather…” He made a dismissive gesture with his hand.

Behind her teacup, Clemensia tried not to smile.

“I heard there was an incident with him earlier?”

“Hardly an incident worth mentioning.” Just a rude and arrogant man. Though it had been funny when he demanded to know who she was as she walked away. She could only put up with so much before it became boring.

But her answer is hardly satisfactory, because he continues to needle her about it. “You’ve got my permission to be as blunt as you need to, so long as you're honest about it,” Coriolanus says eventually.

If they’d been children, she would have immediately caved. But alas, they were not, rather, he was this strange mix of the childhood friend she recognized and the President that she did not know very well.

“Well?”

Clemensia made a face at the memory of Midas, displeasure visible – after all, a picture is worth a thousand words.

“That bad?”

“Worse than Niobe’s bragging,” she admits after a second passes. If she had thought Livia stuck-up and unbearable during their childhood, then the older girl had been far, far worse.

That triggers a laugh out of him. “I remember her far too well. Yet you call earlier hardly an incident?”

“I was being polite,” she protests.

“You were being too kind,” he corrects as he refills his cup with more tea. “More than what he deserved.”

“Is that so?”

Though he laughingly agrees, Clemensia had a feeling that he was serious.

And when Clemensia pays a visit to her parents next week, she learns over tea that Midas has been released from his position.

Father is a little too pleased as he recounts the hand that Midas has been dealt. The man must have made a great number of enemies, for he’s been sent to be the Capitol’s representative in District 5.

~~~~~~

“Your father declined the position,” Coriolanus tells her that Saturday.

Clemensia can see it in the way his brows furrowed, like he couldn’t fathom why her father would decline the promotion as minister. “I know,” she says, taking a sip from her tea.

“Why?” His mouth frowns ever so slightly.

Stars… a frown now. It felt as if she was slowly unlocking more emotions in him, as comical as that thought was. “Father’s getting on in his years.” Her father’s words, not hers. “He’s been considering retirement.”

He looked puzzled now. “Is his health–”

“No, no, not like that,” she says hastily. “He simply doesn’t want to work till the end of his days.” Clemensia didn’t know what possessed her to teasingly add, “Not everyone is a workaholic like you, Coryo.”

Startled, he looked like a deer in headlights by her casual use of the nickname.

Idiot! What had made her decide to use such familiarity? After all, these days, they were more ‘Coriolanus and Clemensia’ than ‘Coryo and Clemmie’. “I–”

He held up a hand to interrupt. “It’s fine,” he says, the shock disappearing into his usual expression. “I just haven’t been called that in a long time.”

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#clemensia dovecote #coriolanus snow #tbosas au #blurbs #conversations over tea #platonic #snowcote

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doodles-with-noodles · 2 years

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I ramble about AU and yer can’t stop me

Here it is. The AU i’ve been drawing so much art for. I’ll probably nickname it “free fall AU” because it seems fancy and I can’t come up with anything better, also because I just remembered myself of both Hiccups horribly cool flying styles (they free fall alot). Okay, this AU:

• It’s basically like you have the movie and book mixed together. Really. Same universe.

• Book Hiccup actually comes from the side of the dragon hunters cause. I remembered the entire conflict with slavery of humans and dragons and thought that fits

• He actually just stayed in his tribe because he kept accidentally killing off dragons (he was, as a matter of fact that one problematic child that LOVED dragons but wasn’t as dumb to say this to adults who desperately try to kill them)

• This sadly also means that the relationship between him and his father was alot more shit shit I’m so sorry

• He not only got banished because of the Slavemark but also because he managed to free the biggest dragon ever caught ( Furious and now the dragonhunters are pissed).

• The dragonhunters are like, the entire Archipelago so that’s all the people except Fishlegs and a bit of Camicazi (the other part of her is pissed, too).

• We have two Berks we have many characters double

• That’s cause the two tribes where the Hiccups came from where once, a long long time ago one, then it split up because one part wanted to join the dragonhunters in the archipelago and the other are just like nah we’re fine. Many kids are nowadays still named back then popular names, so that’s why we have two Hiccups. Tradition is long-lasting.

• In one of the movies series they once talk about a lost language of the dragons, so that’s what the little guy speaks! • About the black star, it was something I hadn’t thought trough when I drew his armor (oopsie) because it doesn’t fit in my timeline I have now… the Hiccups meet after book ten and before movie two I guess. That would require Snotlout to die earlier (which I DON’T want to do) or to remove it. • The Hiccups meet eachother while raiding a hunter ship because Book Hiccup is a little gremlin warcriminal and does the shit he always wanted to do. That’s why the Elmo meme exists. He frees dragons and manages (again you little shit) to destroy the ships because his scaly ass friends set it on fire.

• Movie Hiccup comes back to Berk like “What do you have there” “A smoothie” and behind him lingering is this fucked up child staring at them

• Stoick is probably like Whose child is this we’re not keeping him

• they end up keeping him because of inside info of their biggest enemy and also out of pity

• Actually they just legit adopt him

• basically it’s the stuff I needed to see and I was “I’ll do it myself”

• Book Hiccup is at first extremely wary of “other Stoick” because he looks a bit like his own father and the name??? Uh, oh. • He is Google translator for the Movie Gang and the dragons

• Even if the Hiccups aren’t brothers by blood, they’re brothers just out of spite

• I think that because their similarities they feel very comfortable around eachother and Book Hiccup trusted him very quickly because he also was very nice to him

My finger hurts, hope you like my stupid ideas

God I’d already kill the entire Archipelago for them also platonic dynamics have me sobbing on the floor

#httyd #httyd books #httyd movies #hiccup #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #Book hiccup #rambles #two hiccups #httyd au #free fall AU #thank for coming to my ted talk #just take it

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loulines · 4 months

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When 2023 was right around the corner, I had this desperate hope to make things better. My life was falling apart and back then I thought that 2022 was the worst year I've experienced...

... so far.

In January, I made so many plans to fix my life and to fix what was between me and people close to me. Things were still pretty terrible but at least I had HOPE and I was determined. I was like, THIS WILL BE THE YEAR WHEN MY LIFE GETS BETTER! WHEN MY DREAMS COME TRUE! I made my second attempt at bullet journaling to track my crazy mood shifts and to write motivational stuff that would help me self-soothe and control my triggers. I was doing DBT workbooks even though I was too scared to seek professional therapy. I kept telling myself that I can't fuck up again. And I didn't.

Yet my life has still shattered not long after I started working on my mental health.

I kept asking myself why, I couldn't understand it and I still really can't. I had to carry on despite wishing to never wake up nearly every day. But I think it's just how I am. I will carry on no matter how bad things are. Maybe it's a good trait.

But life was pathetic AF. The first half of 2023 was just me falling straight into the pit. I still couldn't get into therapy because I was too ashamed and my imposter syndrome was screaming at me that I'm just faking it because I still manage to sleep alright and I was doing fine at work. Even though that was what my life has become. Sleep and work. And YouTube. Well, I also continued learning Dutch but I'm really slow at it. Can't really get past A1 level. I've made countless attempts at going back to drawing but it's just a struggle nowadays. I don't feel any joy from it anymore. And I hate it because I loved doing it. I can't go back to writing either. I can't even read fics anymore. Somehow, reading about my favorite ship getting together for the 100th time and living happily after only adds salt to the wound.

The second half of the year was when I finally made attempts at stopping going downhill. Finally got the guts to start therapy, then my therapist convinced me to make my own decisions instead of letting people do it for me. I also quit my job because it sucked and I had no life outside of it.

Do I feel better? No.

Do I look forward to 2024? No.

I'm turning 30 in 2024 and I feel so pathetic I don't even know what to give myself as a gift to make myself happy. Because to be honest, absolutely nothing makes me happy anymore. I keep on living and try to enjoy things while they last but it's not pure, genuine joy. Every time I have to tell myself "this is a happy moment, enjoy it." Every other thing, on the other hand, reminds me of the times I was hurt so now I avoid my triggers like a plague. I also don't trust people at all. I'm constantly warning myself that every person who tries to befriend me is lying and they actually think I suck. I can't fit in anywhere.

I'm scared to say that 2023 was my absolute worst year because I said that about 2022 and then the next year topped it. But it fucking sucked. 2023 managed to turn all my happy memories from the year before into something that doesn't seem like it happened anymore. I'm actually trying to erase them from my memory but I don't think I ever will. I have no plans for 2024, no hopes, no dreams. Whatever happens, happens.

I'm not sure why I wrote this on my blog, I guess I just wanted to scream into the void. I'm mourning what once was, what I had and what I could do. I need to accept that those things will never come back.

#tumbleweed field #mental health #tw: suicide

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twiststreet · 1 year

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(After all these years, I don’t really understand how/if Tumblr replies work, so I’ll put this off on its own, but) I don’t really follow a lot! I don’t know if I’m America’s #1 Gamer or anything so my tastes are probably extremely vanilla. I mostly watch Youtube recommendations because the algorithm knows me better than I know myself at this point, and it mostly recommends cooking, people drawing, misc. Japan stuff, David Lynch’s weather reports, and stuff about movie directors. That’s pretty much all there is to me, at this point, per Youtube / me-- Youtube’s speaking my truth.

But it’s rare game stuff comes down the transom except once every 5-6 months the Youtube algorithm’s like “Are you sure you don’t hate woke people and love white supremacy, you watched a video about Days Gone to help you get through a hard level, and that’s usually a tell you’ll liike a video of a man who hasn’t showered in 12 weeks talking about hit Playstation game Days Gone” and I have to be like “no, I respect your reasoning, Days Gone is a tell, but i’m good.” That said, what’s coming to mind...

Essayists

For “essays” about games, I’ll watch all 5-10 hours of Tim Rogers without hesitation, the less I know/care about the game/genre the better. That guy’s the only one I think of as being essential. A 13 hour video about that puzzle they hand you at Cracker Barrel that I have to watch in one sitting to get the full effect of? Sure. I’m in.

But I’ll absolutely watch HBomberguy (though my favorite of his isn’t a game thing-- it’s his video about Transformers the Movie). I don’t look to him for recommendations, but I just think there’s something about him where you’re like “oh, that guy’s my pal” as soon as he’s on screen. “My old buddy HBomberguy, which is his name.” I liked his long Fallout video, though I’ve been thinking of going and playing that game despite what sounded like pretty valid criticisms (I only ever played New Vegas, which is plainly the “good one”)...

If I had all the time in the world, I’d watch more Game Maker’s Toolkit and those NoClip documentaries.

Reviewers

I’ll watch a review if I’m debating a game or interested in some title, but I don’t really pay attention to “who they are” the same way, like as people...? I always look at IGN first because it’s going to be the “mainstream” take, and more importantly, their videos are short. It doesn’t take 10 minutes to tell me about a fucking videogame. PC Gamer, after that, if available. That seems like a pretty strong operation over there.

Usually, I watch IGN and then if there’s a “Before You Buy” video from Gameranx.

The guy I avoid is there’s a guy called like The Angry Man Joe or something? And he’s like... the guy who is angry at computer games... for a living? That guy makes me feel sad anytime I’m reminded he exists. I feel like he’s huge in that world, though, he’s the blueprint nowadays is my impression, and so that makes me avoid most Youtubers-- it seems like a lot of people think you have to be fast and loud. I just feel like if you want something quiet and considered and human for games, you have to go to the people doing longer essays, because the “React quick” crowd is like... the videogame wing of the men’s rights movement...?? But I get the economics of why that is, I guess...? The Youtube recommendations always scare me away from investigating deeper, I guess is how I’d put because i just don’t want to feel sad. For men. Not when we can feel happy-for-women in our post-Barbie-teaser-trailer world (I wish they’d showed the movie more, the movie looks fun).

Oh, I don’t watch Skill Up, but if there was a way to just get their “I strongly recommend” videos, I’d watch that. Youtube doesn’t let you carve up your experience though-- sometimes a channel has like a sub-series that I like but you can’t just sign up for the sub-series (or I don’t know how to, anyways).

Play Videos

I mostly don’t watch people playing games, with two big exceptions. One is StealthGamerBR, which is like if the ebola virus were a gamer. It’s watching a guy who just seems better at videogames than the people who make games ever believed would play their games, moving effortlessly and elegantly through play spaces, without any hint of a human’s hesitation, killing everybody (sometimes in ways that I’d really describe as sadistic, if the game gives the player any degree of freedom). Games, you watch “people” die a lot and like, that’s the game, they’re not really “people.” But with StealthGamerBR, I feel bad for the people in the “games.”

The other, and I don’t watch all of his videos, but BigMooney06, who is a guy in the UK who mostly just plays one game, and that game is Hitman. Hitman is a game about moving stealthily through a large crowd of people (mostly innocent bystanders living their lives) in order to find someone who needs to die, killing them, and then escaping without drawing the attention of the crowd. They’re basically puzzles-- kinetic puzzles. But what BigMooney06 asked, and what makes him an innovator, is "what if I killed every single person in this fucking game?” Which the game is not built for-- he very often kills so many people the game breaks-- like 200-500+ people per level, only maybe 50 of whom are armed, the rest who are just innocent victims of a cackling UK Youtuber.

But if everyone besides Tim Rogers went up in a puff of smoke tomorrow, I wouldn’t be too put out.

#Man is the Deadliest Game.#Youtube Gives Me Feelings.

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Between everything you enjoy (drawing, writing, music bands, animals, etc.) what is the thing you care most about, and why?

Owwww, now you asked a really difficult question! I like a nice balance between them all, but I think the two strongest ones are: animals and drawing/arts/creativity.

I don't know if I can put them in order tho, as they are so different from each other and both are things I have grown up with, and without which I would not be able to live.

More under the cut:

Basically I like other animals more than I like humans. Especially cats. You can always, always trust them in being honest. They rarely fake anything, but what's more important is that they will be honest about how they are feeling and they will show if they care about you and they are never just pretending to like you. They also show it if they don't like you, and animals are great at sensing which people are not that friendly with animals. Our late dog was super good at spotting people like these, she had never really met my cousin's boyfriend's dad but when she did, she just disliked him and did not want to go near him at all - and he did not really like animals and isn't the nicest around them despite also having a dog. And our late dog generally liked all people, and she had only a few (usually men) that she seemed to be afraid of right from the first second of seeing them. And she never ever liked those men.

And then the arts. Like, I have been drawing ever since I was able to hold a pen. There are papers in a folder my mom collected about me for the first 3,5 years of my life before my younger siblings were born, and occasionally I had been drawing things too. Nothing particular since I was a toddler, but some of them look eerily like faces. And I had some phase where everything I was drawing was either ghosts or boogeymen or similar monsters but looks like I was rather liking those than being afraid of them. I don't even know where I picked those up, unless it was from the Moomin tv series, even tho the Groke was very scary :D (The Groke's Finnish name, Mörkö, is also the Finnish word for "boogeyman"!)

So like. Drawing and arts have obviously has always been very important hobby to me and still continue to be that. It's a way of expressing myself, and to feel good about myself. Especially nowadays after I got over the teenage-perfectionism and understood that the process of making art is not just going uphill, but it's series of uphills and downhills and you're always going uphill eventually. Sure it comes with the problem of "do I have the audience and if not, will I ever find my audience?" People keep telling me that I will find my audience, but when it just doesn't happen, you start to lose hope and start to look for errors not only in your art, but also in yourself. You can always turn it around and think "well I'm just different and have different taste", but it will always keep coming back to you questioning yourself and wondering if it could actually be that there's just something wrong with you instead of you just being quirky and unique. So, it's an isolating feeling at its worst. Constant rollercoaster between these two ends.

Anyway, because of what I just said, I think I'm gonna answer to this: animals. Working with horses was the best kind of therapy I have ever had. Cats make me laugh and happy. Dogs are nice too even tho I'm more of a cat person (and no dog is like how our late dog was, still missing her every day <3). Horses are amazing. Rats are fun too. I like all animals really. I just like existing in the same room with them, watching them and maybe communicating with them. I wish to see elephants some day. I already saw giraffes in Berlin zoo which was amazing - we were there too late so we did not see the elephants, but at least the giraffe house was still open! So yeah. Animals. They're so much better than humans and have never betrayed me.

Thanks for the ask! ^^ /gen

#fichtfoxfuchs #ask games #answered asks

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trickster-whim · 2 years

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When I enter a Goodwill I become possessed by the spirit of someone with a much fatter wallet than I have (⁠ﾉﾟ⁠0ﾟ⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠~

Like usual, under a cut just for length. I talk too much lmao.

The first thing I found was the American Girl Ultimate Visual Guide, published by DK in 2016. Actually, a lot of the stuff I found at the store was from 2016. Kinda weird.

The book is obviously a little dated by now, but I just love guides and collections! I haven't done more than flip through it, but it's adorable. (Marisol ftw)

This book was juuust heavy enough to be an absolute pain as I walked around the rest of the store with it (especially because my arm still hurt from my vaccine).

Anyway, out of order I also found a little Wacom Bamboo Pen(?) that cost $6.50. A bit pricey for thrift store, but if it works okay, I'll be happy. My old Wacom (I don't know the models sry) met its unfortunate end in a "Wait, is this water bottle not waterproof?!" incident, and I've been using a pretty-okay-but-could-be-better Huion since. Wacom just feels nice to draw on ✨

I also found a little zip pouch that looks like a comp book, because I see comp books and purchase immediately, and a copy of Bruce Coville's Odder Than Ever.

Bruce Coville is definitely up there in my favorite short story writers of all time, and I love the Odd series, but this one's been vandalised :/ If you're familiar with Coville, he has a short story called "Am I Blue?" which is a slightly-outdated-by-now story about a kid being bullied for being gay, and the whole thing is crossed out and has six-pointed stars drawn over parts. Can't imagine why (⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠) And again, I'm not sure the story holds up terribly well nowadays, but as a queer kid growing up in the 90s/2000s, I appreciated it when I first read it (in an anthology of the same name, actually). I might see if I can erase the pencil at all, since it's mine now, but still. The book looks great otherwise. Just the gay-positive story. Hm.

Moving on!!

Posters! There were a bunch of posters, mostly superheroes, which doesn't interest me, but I thought this Pokémon 20th anniversary one was pretty dang cute. There was an Avatar poster in the same sleeve, so 2 for $1.50? Sure! I'll probably give that one to my sister, though, since I *cough* only watched a few episodes *cough*

Now onto the bags! One bag was mostly doll clothes, in a mix of sizes. Almost none of them had tags, but there was a mix of Our Generation/AG-sized clothes (including a fabulous Battat jacket), a few Barbie-sized dresses and bottoms (including bell-bottoms that say "Peace and Love" lmao), and one Madame Alexander dress (the only one with a tag).

In that bag was also a mini beanie baby platypus (I have a few, but it's so cute, I can take another) and a Poopsie Surprise... shark... thing? I think it's name is Hammer, judging by ebay searches, but I've never had one before. Its head is green, and its bottom is blue, and I don't know why the color is so different. Worse than that, though, is that it is a spitter toy filled with thick red slime, which as someone with emetophobia was... challenging. Especially because the red slime looked like [redacted because TMI lmfao]. It's moderately cute, so it'll sit on my shelf probably, but also ew.

Next up, Frights Camera Action Clawdeen! She came with almost everything (and her hands switched, which seems to be pretty common with secondhand Monster High), and is in pretty good condition. It's been a while since I found a Monster High doll in the wild, so hell yeah.

I also got two pairs of shoes and two unpaired shoes, as well as some random stuff and also jacks.

This weekend, mom wants to check some Goodwills for a trench coat (they're dressing up as their favorite book characters where she works and she wants to be Dresden), so we'll see if we find anything else fun or cool. It's been so hit-or-miss lately, literally who knows??

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sorry, but that one discourse post you reblogged that started off by asserting that there’s no such thing as bi lesbians really rubbed me the wrong way. do you agree with that? if so, why? it seems like pointless gatekeeping to make “gold stars” feel superior over others. if the rest of the post is talking about how important lgbt solidarity is, why is it so important to “draw a line in the sand” and invalidate their experiences? seems needlessly shitty. sorry, maybe i should send this to the op instead of you, but i think it’s a serious mistake to police how people describe themselves like that.

https://xiaoguiwang.tumblr.com/post/657632462951923712/people-nowadays-are-so-caught-up-in-the-idea-that

I assume you are referring to the post I linked above. I though OP honestly laid it out pretty clearly, but anyways.

There is no such thing as a “bi lesbians”. Are there such things as lesbians who have been with men in the past, or have expressed attraction to men in the past? Of course there are, mostly because those are often either cases of comphet, or simply someone trying to realize their sexuality (which can 100% change over time, eg I thought I was bi a few years ago but then realized I was a lesbian). I don’t think op or the majority of everyone criticizing the term “bi lesbian” is implying that the examples I mentioned are “lesser than” “gold stars”, and in fact reject/do not ascribe to that gold star shit.

A lesbian is a woman (or fspec person) who is only attracted to women, fspec people, etc. Even if you were with a bajillion men prior to realizing you were a lesbian, you are still a lesbian. Labeling oneself as a “bi lesbian”, where bi means attraction to all genders, is contradictory. Even if someone is a bi woman who has only ever had woman partners, they are still bi, NOT a bi lesbian, because they are attracted to men as well (ie negating the lesbian label)

Honestly op said it best in terms of the LGBT community moving to a more western individualist mindset in terms of needing to be “valid” and having super specific labels for all aspects of one’s sexuality/identity, when in fact there is a lot more nuance for each individual that doesn’t always need a label. This need to label everything has grown over the past decade or so, which leads to straying away from that sense of community (Again op already worded it a lot better than I have). Not to sound like an after school special but it’s okay to just be you, you don’t need to label everything.

Tl;dr there are no such things as “bi lesbians” bc those two words are contradictory, “gold star” lesbian shit is stupid, the LGBT community has moved more towards validating each individual vs strengthening the sense of community

#anonymous #ask #feel free to unfollow if you disagree idgaf #also sorry if this isn’t coherent lol I didn’t have some out spoons to read it over completely

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angry-geese · 3 years

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For Myself

Sukuna x Reader

Warnings: nsfw mention. mention of violence, blood, injury, and cannibalism. implied murder. starts off kind of dark but gets fluffier towards the end. gn!reader.

obligatory warning for my poor editing skills. if theres any egregious errors i'll get to them when i get home from work

Summary: some fluff where Sukuna comforts the reader while they're sick

Word Count: 2.4k

He's certain you would be more comfortable in his lap than on the floor. Even as he beckons you to sit, you refuse, turning your gaze away. You adjust your position to a more comfortable spot on your knees. The floor is hard and cold, but you don't have much longer to wait anyway. Sukuna has grown bored of the man standing in front of him. A peace offering, in exchange for not razing their village. A young woman, brought here against her own will. Her life to replace yours. It's nothing Sukuna wants, nor can he make use of her. She’s no sorcerer, likely no good in a fight, and too frail to be worth eating.

Worst of all, it insults you.

An insult to you, is an insult to Sukuna himself.

The man was only delaying the inevitable. Humans have a habit of doing that. They’re resilient, like cockroaches. You can squash, poison, trap, or drop a nuke on as many as you want to, but they’ll always come back.

He planned on killing him from the moment he stepped foot in the door.

And when he kills him, he makes sure to have the woman watch. She lays curled at your feet as you regard them both with cold eyes. Not a scream passes her lips. She’s either frozen with fear, or knows that moving is the worst thing she can do.

She begs for her life.

Sukuna leaves it up to you to decide.

It was an insult to you, after all. In a past life you could see yourself letting her go. There's many things in life you used to do that are no longer habits of yours. You were in her shoes years ago. Time has hardened you, made you cruel. If a past version of you could look at you now, you don't know if you’d recognize yourself. Not all change is bad. People are meant to change, and they’re going to do so.

You give her a minute to start running. After that, it's up to Sukuna with what he wants to do with her.

She takes the opportunity, thinking she has a chance to survive, and flees. The guards and servants let her. Your word is second to Sukuna’s. The only person who could overturn an order put in place by you is Sukuna himself. He usually doesn't. The resulting chaos from anything you do is good entertainment. And he has all the time in the world. Being immortal leads to a lot of boredom.

Sukuna would hunt her down before she could escape the estate.

Nobody got away from him. Not even you. Nowadays you’re much less serious about leaving but you still threaten it if he dares piss you off.

He'd never let you go. You know that. Try as you will, you're never getting free.

Not that you have anything to go back to. And you're rather comfortable here. Comfortable may be a bit of a stretch, but you're housed, fed, and protected. The basic human needs are taken care of. Sukuna cares about you in his own, twisted way. You may have first been just a plaything to keep his stomach full and his balls empty—a toy to be discarded after a day or two—but you've earned a place by his side. He wakes up next to you, he goes to sleep next to you. He's grown used to having you around. And you to him.

You're just as much his, as he is yours.

Everything about the man is selfish, and all-consuming. But when he is with you, he finds himself giving for the first time in his life.

He gets a servant to draw him a bath. He has the decency to scrub the blood off before finding you, and asking you to join him. His bloodied kimono is replaced with a clean one. It's black, the sleeves are wide enough to accommodate his four arms. Blood doesn't bother you, but he doesn't want to track it all over his house.

Something is wrong.

He doesn't remember you getting hurt, but you’re acting like you’re injured. He thinks back to this morning, how he had to drag you out of bed. How sluggish you acted.

Worry creases itself between his eyebrows.

Your mortality was something he knew of, but never gave much thought. There was no need to. The mortality of others was something he didn't care about. You weren't supposed to be kept long. You were merely a sacrifice, meant to appease Sukuna, and in turn he wouldn't raze your village. While young, and pretty, not good enough to save your people. He planned on fucking you, burning your village to the ground, then eating you. Not necessarily in that order, but that was the plan.

He's taken everything from you. Your home, your life, your family. Even as you were forced to face your fate, you never gave in, never lost your bite. You defied him and lived. You had a malicious streak in you. You were never as sweet and as innocent as the people of your village first played you up to be. Years later you still put up the same fight. It's a constant back and forth between you two.

You’d never be able to hurt him. As much as you'd scratch and bite, you'd never so much as draw blood. Harming the King of Curses was not an easy task.

His 'love' was much more material at first. As you got settled down, survived more than a week, gifts appeared. Jeweled hair pins and beautiful, expensive kimonos appeared. All made just for you. He'd never admit to being behind it. You were not complacent, but you were comfortable. You were his spoiled pet. That didn't stop you from clawing at his eyes whenever he picked you up when you didn't want to be touched. Being spoiled didn't make you nice.

None of his pets have lasted quite as long as you have. At least eight times the trees of his estate have shriveled and turned brown in winter, and the ground has hardened with frost. At least eight times they've bloomed and have had the life of spring breathed back into them, and the ground has thawed and turned muddy. You just did what you had to in order to survive. You've more than just survived. Some would say you’ve thrived. You would beg to differ. If you were the begging type.

He still views you as a pet. You’re human after all. Though sometimes it feels like you’re becoming more curse than human. Being viewed as an equal to him is impossible, but he values you. You're not something that can easily be replaced.

His hand touches your shoulder from behind. You don't flinch. You used to flinch. Then you started swinging. You're never able to hurt him. You're strong, but not that strong.

"She was far too frail to eat," you say, "I assumed you didn't want to keep her for that."

You don't eat human meat. Or try not to. Early on in your stay, before you knew better… It wasn't pork. Uraume was a wonderful cook, but not for anything you ate. Personally it's not your thing. Non-human meat is hard to come by around here, so you’ve stopped eating the stuff altogether. If you wanted it, Sukuna would make a servant get it for you, but you are content without it.

"You made the right call." He says. You always do.

He slips beside you, watching as you remove the intricate pins from your hair. You always loved your hair. Even at your darkest moment you took great care of it. It was a source of pride for you.

A wave of nausea rolls over you. Sweat beads in your hairline, rolling down your back, under the thin fabric of your—his—robe. You have little need for clothes. It doesn't get that cold here. Sukuna tears them off you anyway. Covering yourself up isn't necessary, but you do it out of modesty, and a sense of normalcy. You protest as he pulls at the fastenings of your robe, the flimsy fabric pooling at your feet. You have no plans on getting wet, you’d much rather go to bed. You’re tired, and you don't want to be bothered.

The tub is large enough to fit several of you. You guess it's fitting. The man is huge. He settles into the water behind you, pulling you to his chest. Try as you will, you’re not going to be able to struggle out of his grip. You’re too tired to put up much of a fight, though you do complain.

One of his sets of arms wraps around you, effectively trapping you in place. The other pulls a washcloth from the side of the tub, into the water with you. As much as you hate to admit it, the warm water feels nice against your sore muscles.

Sukuna is not a sentimental man. But with the way his hands trace across your skin, soft, lovingly, like he’s reading a book of braille, makes you think otherwise. He doesn't leer at the curves of your body like he normally does. His eyes scan across your body, looking for any sign of injury.

When he deems you clean enough, and your skin has turned a nice shade of pink from the hot water, he lets you go. You're the first to get out, drying yourself off. You never realized how cold the room was before.

He hauls you into his arms. You do little to protest, which worries him.

The King of Curses has no need for sleep. The bed mostly serves for asthetic purposes, though he's not opposed to fucking you across any flat surface, you seem to favor softer ones.

Much like the tub, his bed is large enough to fit several of you. You feel dwarfed by its size. The man is huge, he needs a bed to fit. You could sprawl out as wide as possible and never have any of your limbs hanging over the sides.

He follows you, silent.

He can't recall ever letting any of his pets share his bed before. Some have tried. Tried. He can't recall any of them surviving as long as you have, either. He finds himself irritated at the thought of anything bad ever happening to you.

He doesn't join you in bed.

He doesn't need sleep the same way humans do. He can, but if he were to decide not to, it would bring no harm to him. He used to never dream. It was something he did, back when he was human, but that time has long passed. But whenever he dreamed, he’d wake up next to you. Experiences like that made him realize just why humans like to sleep so much. Before he never woke up rested; he was never tired in the first place.

You shove the covers aside and crawl underneath. They smell like him. He snubs out the candle burning on the side table with his index finger and thumb. Though it's dark, there’s enough light in the room to make out his much-larger form.

You shiver, although sweat forms along your skin in a thin sheen. Sukuna knows it's not cold. He sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. The back of his hand presses to your forehead. You’re burning up.

You were warm before, but he thought it was because of the bath. He’s not really sure what to do. It's rare moments like these that he's forced to face your mortality. He knows you're fragile—compared to him—but he can't bear the thought of something bad happening to you.

One of his large hands moves to cup your cheek. It's just as warm as your forehead. The pad of his thumb runs across your cheekbone.

"Stay with me." You say. You stretch your arms out towards him, making grabbing motions with your hands.

You’re not one to beg. Even when faced with death, you look it straight in the eyes. Call it bravery, or lack of self preservation. He admired that about you. You ignored your mortality because it did not matter to you.

“What's the matter, pet?”

“I don't feel too good.” You say.

Though he doesn't say it, he can tell.

“I’ll get Uraume-”

“No,” your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him back towards your chest, “no. I’m okay.”

He settles down beside you in bed, on top of the covers. When he opens his arms, you go right into them. He makes sure to keep the blankets tucked around you. Sukuna runs warm naturally. You huddle close to him, trying to steal his warmth. Though your face feels abnormally warm, you shiver. His much larger body lays partially on top of yours, his head resting on your chest, ear pressed to your skin. He can hear your heartbeat. Steady, and alive. Something low in your chest rattles when you breathe.

He should get a servant to bring you water, or some tea. It occurs to him how little he knows about the mundane things humans do to make themselves feel better. Not that he ever needed to care. In all the years you’ve been by his side, he’s never seen anything like this happen. He can't decide, and instead calls for both. If you need medicine, he’ll get that too, but you don't seem to be at that point. Uraume knows more about humans than he does. He’s no doctor, but he’ll work. If he asks you, you’ll just say you’re fine.

He holds the cup up to you, beckoning you to drink. The glass is cold against your lips. Even as your hands wrap around it, he doesn't let it go. He sets the empty glass on the side table with a soft thunk.

His large hand smoothes over your head, brushing your hair out of your eyes. His nails feel nice against your scalp. Nothing about the man is soft, but when he’s left alone with you, moments like this are bound to happen. You allow yourself to be pet. The heat, combined with the weight of his body, threatens to lull you off to sleep. The ache in your joints keeps you from doing so.

When he kisses you, you taste like a curse.

#jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fluff

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going-dead · 2 years

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Ghost Hunter’s Son

HAha two in one day! I took a bit of liberty with the prompt but I think it still turned out pretty well.

Prompt: Everyone in Amity Park can see dead people— except for the ghost hunters' son.

For @avaritia-apotheosis

Seeing ghosts when you live in Amity Park is normal. You’ll see them on your commute to work or even when you’re at home and watching TV if a fight happens to make its way through your living room. Death became another part of everyone's daily life. Even if someone died, the likelihood that they would come back as a ghost was higher than not in Amity. Ghosts do not scare the citizens of Amity Park, almost nothing does nowadays.

Nothing that is, except one Daniel James Fenton. Everyone in Amity Park knew it, but it was something left unsaid unless you wanted to catch his attention. If he looked at you you could feel his eyes peering into your soul, judging your worth with a single glance. He moved silently as if even noise was too scared to draw his notice. It is ill advised to speak of any ghosts in front of him, they would go missing soon after more likely than not.

Ghosts would give the boy a wide berth when flying around, always making sure to stay out of his sight. If asked why, they would say they do not want to risk angering him. Better to steer clear, and stay away. Even speaking his name was taboo to ghosts. Epithets were often used instead. In front of humans they simply called him ‘the ghost hunters’ son’ it did its job well enough. There were few if any humans who knew what he was called among ghosts. ‘The one Incomplete’, ‘The Silent King’, ‘Pariah’s Bane’, 'The Wrong Part of a Whole’, ‘The Merciless one.’.

The only ones who did not seem to notice the change from normal boy to a being to be respected and feared was the three other Fentons and his two companions. The parents would boast about their son, ignoring the unblinking eyes of his gaze on them when he heard his name. The older Fenton child would complain about how annoying he could be, almost as if she was unaware of the danger his anger could bring to her and those close to her. His two companions would talk to him freely and respond to his deadpan statements and blank face as if he was one of the most expressional people in the room. Joking with him even when no one can remember ever hearing him laugh.

Amity Park's mayor seemed to react to the Fenton boy the most, though no one really knew why. Their best guess would be because he moved there so late in life. The two did not cross paths often, not as much as they did when the man first moved to Amity Park. But when they did it was clear the mayor feared the boy. He would stop talking if the child was nearby only resuming once he was far enough away. His breathing practically stopped and he stood tall and still not moving an inch, as if he was trying to convince the other he was merely a human shaped object. The citizens of Amity Park would not judge their mayor for his behavior around the boy, not with the glare the boy gave him every time he saw him. The citizens of Amity Park were more surprised he didn’t die on the spot every time he was glared at.

No one would be able to tell you when exactly the shift in the young Fenton boy happened. He was always a strange child growing up no one would deny that. His teeth grew in just a little too sharp, his kindergarten teacher would talk how his eyes reflected an unseen light even with the lights off and blinds closed for the students' nap time. But the Fentons were a weird pair themselves so it was brushed off. Until the boy reached high school and strange became unsettling which became a terror. A primal fear that seemed like it was etched into their very souls to stay away, to stay safe.

A far contrast to the town's hero Phantom, who seemed almost human at times. His laughter would ring out through the city when he was around. Like a reminder that he was there and that they would be safe. Ghost attacks weren’t as common nowadays as they were when ghosts first appeared but if they did happen Phantom was sure to be there to help. Even if it wasn’t a ghost he’d help the citizens of Amity with daily tasks and even just be an ear to talk to at times. The way he carried a conversation and talked about his day made you forget you’re even talking to a ghost.

The ghosts around Amity also cared deeply for Phantom. While not common knowledge if you ask the right ghosts you’d find out why. Phantom too had his own epithets ‘The Young King’, ‘The Great One’, ‘The Savior of the Ghost Zone’, even ‘the Halfa’ was said in an endearing tone. Even the ghosts that did come and seek out a fight in Amity were treated with at least a limited amount of care, Phantom would never stoop down to destroying a ghost's entire essence. Always willing to give a second chance, not always letting offending ghosts off free but even a prison sentence had its limits when you’re able to exist for thousands of years like ghosts can.

Phantom, like almost any kid his age, still had a streak of mischief to him. He’d occasionally go around ‘haunting’ the city. Popping up out of the ground with a ‘boo’ before bursting into laughter. He’d even forget that he set up pranks and fall for them himself, flying to the nearest person to laugh about it with. Even the mayor wasn’t free from Phantom when he was in a pranking mood, he often walked around for a few days with a wild hair color until the color washed out. If asked he’d roll his eyes and point you towards the resident ghost teen.

Even Phantom, in all of his bravery and kindness, stayed out of sight of the son of the ghost hunters. Never one around when the other was. None of the citizens of Amity could blame Phantom, even a ghost of his power must surely fear whatever the Fenton child was capable of.

Soon enough people stopped moving to Amity Park, whether it was the ghosts or the presence of him no one was quite sure. The citizens of Amity Park didn’t mind either way, it kept the rich bigwigs from trying to come to their city and change things. One of the few good things the Fenton child brought to their lives. Around the same time people stopped moving to Amity Park, the G.I.W stopped any and all activity in Amity Park, soon enough they stopped activity all together. The day Amity Park got the news even humans gave the Fenton kid a wide berth. A smile on his face was much scarier than his constant blank expression.

Humans and ghosts alike knew to be wary of the ghost hunter's son. It was a basic instinct, like being hungry or being afraid of the dark, it was just something that was known. For humans, making him angry will drive you into paranoia at best. For ghosts, making him angry you would be lucky if he decided to end you then and there, no one knew what he did as an alternative, and they all hoped to never find out. Seeing ghosts was very common in Amity Park unless you were Daniel James Fenton.

#danny phantom #dead writes #My writing #My fic

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levisgirll · 3 years

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Hi! It's me again the levi hc anon haha.. How are you doing? I was wondering if you could do a hc on Levi having a crush who's good with kids. OR a scenario where he doesn't still know his crush that well and they're in an orphanage and a kid runs to her yelling "Mama!" and then Levi's like 'I lost my chance with her.. She's not single" and then he somehow gets to know that she doesn't have kids and she is single. Thanks!

𝐀 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

→ Text: Omg hello there! thanks for coming back with another request 🥺💕 I am doing alright (just getting so tired nowadays cause of work-) I hope you are well though! also, this is such a cute idea for a request so thank you for sending it! I hope you like it and sorry for the delay <3 enjoy it :,)

Synopsis: Y/N has started her new job as a nurse caregiver in a orphanage institute, wanting to look after kids who don’t have any family or parents and show them support and love. Levi, mistakes this as Y/N having kids and he is quite upset about it, defeated after he was getting to know her ever since he bumped into her in his tea shop which she usually goes to.

cute fluff, modern au, headcanons imagine ♡ —

Levi has been noticing his rather loyal customer recently in his teashop. She would come in usually all the time around the same time, and get the same tea that Levi would prepare minutes before she comes in.

He developed a small which later grew to a big crush on her and he decided to take his chance to get to know her and chat with her.

“Here, it’s on the house. Also, I didn’t get your name?” Levi said while handing her drink, and then started to clean the counter.

“That’s nice of you, thanks! And, its Y/N. I assume yours is Levi?” Her smile was beautiful to him, he loved how you always gave him that smile to him only after you both have gotten close and having small chats once a while.

He sometimes wished you stayed longer and would hope there won’t be any customers in the store whenever you came in, because of the short time you stayed there, he wanted to spend every minute of it!

“So, what do you do for a living? You seem to work.” He said while crossing his arms and taking a seat right next to you. Y/N could smell in his scent which was a scent of pure black tea which he just brew for you, the scent of fresh green leaves, floral and a nice fresh mint smell. “I am a nurse working in a institute.” You say with a smile and turned to glance at him, looking handsome than ever.

“Oh? I see, that’s interesting.” Levi said, he started to become more curious about you and he was dying to know more about you too. But he decided to take things slow and also because, he did feel kind of nervous when talking to you, especially if he starts to stutter or becomes lost of words every time he makes eye contact you, because to him, you looked pretty in his eyes and he admired your beauty and personality.

“By the way, I will be shutting my teashop for a couple of days so I was wondering. Do you want to hang out tomorrow? Of course, if that is a-alright with you.”

‘Shit, I fucking stuttered.’ He thought to himself and cursed in his mind when he realized that, and now you could see a slight blush on his cheeks. Y/N chuckled and then got up taking her purse and approaching the door to leave, “Sure, I would love that. I finish work early tomorrow, Soo maybe you could meet me there after I am done with work?”

Levi felt pleased and happy to hear how Y/N accepted his offer, now he can have a longer time to spend with his crush and he was happier than ever, getting a fuzzy feeling inside of him. Wishing tomorrow was here already. “That’s fine with me, I will pick you up then and I will find us a place to hang out.”

“Sounds like a plan! I’ll see you tomorrow, Levi.” You gave him a small wave and left his tea shop place. Oh how he adored you so much, and throughout the day he was thinking of what to wear and even where to take you, and how you would look so beautiful, also how lucky of him being able to even see you.

The next day approached, and Levi was exactly on time, and he was around the parking lot of the institute. “Hm, Reiss Royal institute? Why does that ring a bell.” He wondered but let the thought leave his mind once he started to think of you and how he was soon to see you.

“Hey Levi!” Levi looked up immediately from his phone and looked towards Y/N who was waving at him and walking towards him. He quickly put his phone away and he got off from his car as he was laying against it, and Levi was now fixing his posture, nervous a bit but stood still.

“Oi, Y/N How-” As Levi was about to ask how Y/N was doing, he was caught off guard as he saw a child running towards Y/N and she quickly grabbed her hand.

“Mama! Look I drew this for you!” The little girl said with a big happy smile and Y/N bent down and started to ruffle the girl’s hair. “Awh really? This looks amazing. I will make sure to keep this.”

After hearing that, the little girl got so happy and quickly went and hugged Y/N around her neck, while chuckling. “Thanks Mama! I will draw more for you!”

Levi, now stood there still, all speechless and his eyes widen. ‘Wait it can’t be....Is that her kid?’ He thought and suddenly went sad, feeling quite upset how Y/N might have already been in a relationship and was just thinking of Levi as a friend this whole time.

‘I..I lost my chance with her. She clearly is not single.’ As soon Levi thought that to himself, his trace of thoughts was cut off as Y/N waved her hand towards his face. “Hey, I’m talking to you! What’s wrong? You suddenly went quiet?” Y/N said in a concerned tone, not sure what made him change so quickly.

“Sorry. It’s just, your kid surprised me that’s all.” He uttered and looked away from you, feeling quite let down and how he finally lost his chance with someone he finally had feeling for and actually loved for the first time.

But, Y/N quickly held on his hand to get his attention and he turned around, looking at her. “Wait.” She then furrowed her eyebrows and suddenly started to chuckle. “Haha! Levi, That is one of my students! You don’t actually think this was my child right?”

Now, Levi went red, feeling rather embarrassed how he mistook the little girl as her daughter. Y/N kept on giggling and Levi would beg her to stop but, he felt relieved and smiled. He later then realized that, after getting to know her well that she worked actually in a orphanage institute academy and was a nurse there for the kids, and was loved by all the children that called her ‘Mama’ by how caring, affectionate and kind-hearted she was as she treated them and helped them and this made the kids thinking Y/N was their role model Mum!

Y/N would now then, tease Levi, knowing pretty well how seeing him really surprised by what happened and how he was wondering if it was actually her child or not was cute and funny to her. She then reassured him that she doesn’t have any kids and she was actually single. “O-Oh. I see...” Levi said sitting there with a slight blush, now feeling that his chance is back and he was now getting butterflies in his stomach. It was clear to Y/N that with his response that he was kind of happy to hear that instead, and it made her wonder if what she felt for Levi, was the same with him feeling towards Y/N.

In one of their hangouts, Levi finally takes his chance now, before he loses it and regrets it. He took his shot and finally asked you out as his girl. “Y/N, I want to get to know you better..” He said nervously and he went and grabbed your hand, which he caressed lovingly. Y/N went red and her eyes would widen and Levi looked at it, admiring how beautiful they were as the stars in the evening sky was reflecting it. “I want you in my life, so will you...be my girl? Is that alright.”

Y/N smiled at him, happy how Levi finally took the step and Y/N reassured Levi that they would be having such a loving and happy relationship and that made his world hearing that, especially from you. Just though your words, made his life better and he knew from then on, he would now be happy with you and he couldn’t be asking for more than that as long as you were by his side.

Now, ever since you both started to date and go out together. Levi would always pick you up from work after you were done. Never missing a day, after all you were his priority. With this, the kids would notice Levi and see him now and then whenever they follow Y/N to the parking lot. And the kids were curious who he was and they would be behind Y/N and looking at him, a bit scared. They then liked him as Y/N explained to them that he was not scary at all and he was actually really kind and sweet. This made the kids call him Dada and some calling him Dad too!

“Wait, I’m not your- Tch, Whatever Brats.” Levi said and ruffled the kids head as he bent down, greeting them with a small hand shake, they all quickly liked him. He lowkey liked that though, at how they referred to him as Dada and Dad but he won’t admit that! “Hey Levi! Don’t call the kids that!”

The kids actually love and ship you both, they always tell Y/N when coming by to her nurse office if she is seeing Levi after school and they would ask to tag along to see him. Giving him some craft arts they made and giving it to him as a gift for always coming by to see Y/N. And, ironically Levi on that same day bought many gifts for the kids such as sweets, their favorite chocolates (since he asked the little girl what kind of chocolate the students liked) and some toys.

You then noticed Levi smiles a lot when the kids come to him and you started to find that cute and when you mention that on your way back, he denies that and goes “No, they are annoying brats anyways.”

Okay this was really cute and sweet to write so thank you for the request anon :,)! And if anyone out there enjoyed this then please leave a like, a message or a reblog! Thanks and I hope you all have a great day ahead ♡♡♡

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blueprint-han · 3 years

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soothing — lee felix.

pairing — felix x (gn) reader

genre — fluff.

word count — 1.9 K

warnings — the reader has hair long enough to braid, other than that,

note — husband felix brain go bzz bzz <3

“Whoa—” Felix immediately lifts his coffee cup into his hands when you plop down headfirst on the sofa right next to him, groaning in relief as the soft couch fabric surrounds and engulfs you. You throw your bag onto the floor, squirming your way out of your coat before doing the same with it. Felix giggles, the motions you’re adopting to try and not move from the couch but still get yourself a bit more free looking way too funny to the other person.

Your hair is out of it’s ponytail that Felix had surely seen you leave in, and completely disheveled, as though to prove how tired you truly are. Placing his coffee cup on the center table, he scoots closer to your sprawled out figure on the couch, biting his lip to hold back his laugh, but failing to do so.

“Hello to you too, welcome back!” He says all happy and smiley, which you can clearly hear in his tone. His voice instantly brings you some calm, and you sigh, pulling yourself out of your comfortable position to give Felix what seemed like the most adorable expression your husband had ever seen. Your shoulders are slouched yet they seem stiff, as though you’ve been housing tension in them all day. There’s a pout on your face, directed towards Felix for indirectly making fun of your actions, but he knows it’s not serious.

“Hey, I’ve had a terrible day today. Cut me some slack.”

“I can see that,” Felix points out, reaching out to push away the hair that falls over your face and restricts your eyesight. Your eyes immediately flutter shut, and you lean into his touch, almost landing headfirst in front of Felix’s lap if he hadn’t started giggling again in that awfully serotonin-inducing tone and propped his hand against your forehead.

“There, there. Why don’t you go to our room and sleep for a while, hm? We’ll order takeout today, if that makes you feel better.”

Mm, yes. Pizza. Comfort Food.

“That sounds good…” You smile dizzily, still resting the weight of your head against Felix’s hand. Then, you open your eyes, meeting his soft ones and let yourself admire the beauty of your husband for two seconds. He’s been growing his hair long nowadays, and that long hair is tied into a neat ponytail behind him. His smile is as bright as ever. It’s the kind of smile that makes you want to cry and tear up, but also makes your heart flutter whenever it’s directed at you, or literally anything.

His eyes twinkle when they meet yours, and you let your eyes trail over the freckles littering his skin and nose. He’d still be in his makeup most of the times when you’d get home, so this sight is definitely an invited one. You had to admit — to you, there was nothing more beautiful than Felix’s beauty without any makeup, or filter, or editing. He was best when he was himself, his smiley, cute, adorable self. The only one who could make you feel calm without even doing anything, the only person who could make everything seem better with just the smallest gesture.

The only person who made your heart flutter the way it did right now.

You breath in before leaning closer to him, giving him an expression he knew very well. Even after two years of marriage, he could still never not melt whenever you gave him puppy eyes, or whenever you tried to act cute for him to give you something.

“Okay, I know that look-” Felix shakes his head and laughs heartily, leaning toward you too and squishing your cheeks.

“Pleaseeeeee~” You drag, scrunching up your face in the way you knew your husband would give in to your advances. “I’m tired and plus you petting my hair whenever I fall asleep on your lap is very soothing.”

“Okay, but only on one condition — you go change and freshen up before that.” Felix points to your formal clothing, and you huff in disapproval. “Not going to lie, you smell- kinda.” He makes that cute scrunchy face that you can’t help but malfunction over, even though he’d just teased you.

“Alright, fine.” You roll your eyes playfully, getting off the couch and slouching your way to your shared room, letting yourself change and wash your face. It does make you feel a lot less tense and relieved, but all in all, more excited to fall asleep on your husband’s lap. His touch is always gentle, like a violin bow sliding off it’s strings to produce gentle, calming music.

When you come back, Felix has already cleaned up the couch, the blanket that was sprawled on it now neatly spread for you to tuck yourself into. Obviously, this wasn’t your first time falling asleep with Felix on the couch — it happened more often than one would think it would, to the point where Felix insisted there always be a pillow and a blanket on the couch. The pillow is placed against his lap, and he’s already finished his coffee up and scrolling through his phone.

When he feels your head softly land against his lap, he smiles to himself, placing his phone away and immediately tangling his fingers into your hair as you pull the blanket on top of you, tucking it under your chin and snuggling yourself all warm and cozy against him.

“There, doesn’t that feel a lot better than slithering around in your work clothes?” Felix asks, placing another hand on your thigh to rub small circles into it.

“Yeah, it really does.”

When Felix starts running his hands through your hair and drawing soothing patterns on it, your whole body immediately feels like it’s melting into the couch. The warmth from the blanket combined with the magic his hands possessed was enough to push you into a deep slumber, until a question pops up in your brain, and halts your train to slumberland.

“When was the last time you braided my hair?” you ask, any signs of your sleep vanished all of a sudden.

“Huh- that’s sudden.”

“Just something that I remembered.”

“Hmm, I guess it was in the early time of our marriage? I don’t remember doing your hair after that, to be honest.”

“Ooh!” You perk up, turning to meet Felix’s gaze. “Why don’t you do it now? I’ll get the comb! One second-”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Felix pushes you back onto his lap, smiling brightly at your eagerness. “What happened to hey I’ve had a terrible day and I'm tired?”

“Like I said, your hands in my hair is always soothing, plus, my hair's a mess and braiding it would be better.” You push his hand away, running over to your room to fetch the comb before scurrying back to him. You sit down at the couch in front of Felix, pushing the comb into his hand and facing forward.

Felix smiles fondly at you, his heart pounding at your excitement for something so small. He’s lucky to have such a wife, really. A person who knows him truly, a person who loves him for who he truly is on the inside, and a person who can always find happiness with him in the smallest things.

As for you? You’ve lucky to have such a husband. Such a bright, outgoing, empathetic person. You’ve been really blessed to have someone as pure hearted, kind and lovely as him. You’ve been blessed to be the woman he finds his happiness with.

“Okay…” He runs the comb through your hair, and owing to its effect, instantly, your eyes flutter close when he places his hand on top of your head. There was something so exquisite about his touch, it was so soothing. It was like a soft feather running against your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake but always led you to feel relaxed.

Once Felix has smoothed down your hair, he begins braiding it, and you're already half asleep at this point. It’s like a warm cocoon of love and pure adoration for each other is surrounding the both of you, lulling you into the blissful intimacy of just being with each other and sharing this comfortable silence.

You can hear Felix’s laugh and it pulls you out of your trance. You then realise that you’re almost close to falling asleep on Felix’s knee — clearly, you were still sleepy regardless of your excitement.

“Y/N, you’re leaning to the side.”

“Didn’t I say your hands were soothing?”

Felix blushes. He still can’t help but feel shy of your reaction to his touch even after so long, especially when you’re so direct and open about it. He ignores the heat rising up to his cheeks, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your hair and forehead before combing through it again and gathering your hair into a ponytail.

“Okay, just stay straight until the first two plaits, and then you can sleep.”

“Mmmm, I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep myself up for so long though. This feels nice…”

“Y/N, come on!” Felix slaps your shoulder slightly, feeling himself blush even more. Of course, you can’t see him because you’re facing forward, but you can sense the overly chirpy, bright tone he’s speaking in. You’d be the first to know about your husband that he gets very shy when he’s praised for anything.

“Okay, okay fine. But do it quickly.”

Felix hums in reply before running his hands through your hair one more time, gently crossing the sections of hair over each other over and over again. The room is filled with a soft, quiet comfortable silence — one that Felix loves a lot. He wants nothing more than such soft and pretty moments, such lovin moments with his wife.

As he braids, your body leans more and more to his knee, and by the time he’s done, your cheek is pressed cutely against his thigh, your eyes closed shut in slumber. He quickly ties the end with a hair tie, and silently stares at your calm figure snoozing on his knee.

“So cute…” He thinks, not being able to hold back his smile as he lets himself admire your sleeping figure for a quick moment, before mischievously poking your cheek.

You whine at the intrusion, squirming around and you’re almost about to fall asleep again if it isn’t for your husband being a little shit, poking at your cheek again.

“What is it?” You whine louder this time.

“You’re gonna sprain your neck.” Felix says as a matter-of-fact.

“Ugh, okay fine… you’re gonna have to give me more of your ramen for disturbing me.” You pout, lifting yourself up before crawling into the blankets and lying down on Felix’s lap again.

“Hey! Who’s the one who ignored their sleep and got their poor husband to braid their hair?”

“You say that like you weren’t just blushing two minutes ago, sunshine.”

Felix has no words for that, and ends up stuttering. You giggle in victory, tucking yourself into the blanket once again before fluttering your eyes close. You bask in the calmness of the surroundings, letting yourself revel in the feeling of warmth that seeps through you.

Except, one thing’s missing.

“Hey!” You call, snapping your husband out of his admiring gaze. He doesn’t know when he got so engrossed into admiring your beauty, but nonetheless, he can’t stop himself from feeling warm internally when you pout once again.

“Your hands.” You rub your head against where it’s rested against his thigh, a frown on your face due to the lack of, to quote you, soothingness.

So cute, Felix thinks again in awe, tangling his fingers into your hair before finally, finally watching you drift off to sleep peacefully.

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