#hiya btw i hope youre well <3
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dream selling his baby photos is something that kpop companies also do (they get put at random in albums so ive gotten a couple and it made me feel really weird) so its def not the weirdest thing ive ever seen and def not something that should be made into a big deal imo like idk why people would care what he does with his Own Photos...
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Yeah like I understand some of the discourse on a basic level but it's not as though he's selling someone else's pictures; it's his life if this is what he wants to do then he can do it and the people who care will care. I didn't know kpop companies do it but I'm absolutely not surprised, stan-ism often encourages really wanting to get to know your idol and seeing a baby picture of theirs would be super rare and theoretically special in that way. Again, not saying this is a deal I'd jump on, but I do understand it.
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Hiya!! I was wondering if I could ask for some nsfw fem reader x husk (hazbin hotel) where husk basically just eating reader out, face sitting etc.
Also keep up the good writing!! I love your writing from what I’ve seen and i hope you do well with your other requests too!!
Don’t worry, I’m right here with you. ☆ Oneshot
Soft Dom!Husk x Sub!Hotel Resident!Fem!Reader:
After spending quite sometimes getting to know each other, you and husk finally begin dating. Anyways, today Lucifer came to the hotel for the first time and that was a super, but it wasn’t the main event of yours and husk’s days. So after an altercation with Alastor, husk seek solace in you for comfort, which you give, and he decides to thank you in his own special way for it.
Warnings: Mature Content, Not Proofread, Drinking, that scene where alastor uses husk soul chain and threatens him, Unspecified Vices, Mutual Pinning, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Soft Husk, Sorta Bad Written Comfort.
Words: 10567
Note: There is smut, BUT, beside the intro which is just suggestive, the smut will be at the end, so If you don’t want smut and just fluff you can just not read it. It’s the same with my last Zestial work, it’s like 3/4 sfw and 1/5 smut. Btw Antonio Esfandiar aka "The Magician" is a professional poker player and former professional magician, known for his elaborate chip tricks. That’s the only reason I mentioned him if you were curious about that lol.
☆ more under the cut. ☆
Honestly, you had attempted to question how things had ended up like that—
“Ah, fuck, Husk, it's too much!” You cried out in overstimulation.
“Shh, it's okay, baby, I know you can handle it,” he reassured, softly stroking the underside of your right thigh to offer comfort.
— But truthfully, every train of thought you’d tried to start would derail quicker than the previous one. Without doubt, that man, Husk— he would be the end of you.
Yet, no need for worry as, I, your illustrious ‘historian,’ am here to recount the tale of how you found yourself in this predicament; as you're obviously too preoccupied getting your brains fucked out by Antonio Esfandiari over there to form any sort of recollection, or even a coherent thought for that matter.
Now, let’s backpedal four months ago, shall we?
You had been in the infernal realm for a little while, precisely half a year. You managed to secure a job and a place to stay, but ‘living’ down here was anything but easy.
To survive, you had to stretch your earnings, rationing food and water to make them last longer than they should, leaving you hungry more than once.
And when you were really desperate for cash—well, let's just say you had to resort to some unsavory means to get your hands on it.
Additionally, it had been a month since Princess Morningstar introduced her hotel to the public of the hell on 666 news. As expected, the masses of sinners inhabiting the pride ring ridiculed the princess and her redemption-themed endeavors.
Initially, the idea seemed far-fetched, as if redemption were truly an option — Why hadn't anybody else proposed it before?
That's what you and your friends had agreed upon when first watching the interview. But as time passed, you began to reconsider your friend group's shared consensus. Perhaps, just maybe, ‘redemption wasn't such a crazy concept after all.’
That's why you now found yourself standing in front of the princess's Hazbin Hotel, formerly known as Happy Hotel, nervous and with slightly sweaty palms.
Summoning all the courage you could muster, you knocked on the large, stained glass-filled windows, as ‘it was now or never’.
After waiting patiently for about five minutes, just as you were about to turn away—possibly never to return—as the building seemed vacant. The large doors swung open, revealing the princess herself standing before you.
"Um, is this the redemption hotel from the news?" you inquired, even though it was plain as day from the building's illuminated 'Hazbin Hotel' sign and the fact that the princess, the one who pitched the hotel on 666 news, was literally standing in front of you.
With the brightest and most joyful smile you'd seen down here, she opened her mouth to speak. "Oh mygod!Ohmygod!Ohmygod!Areyousomeonewho’sactuallyinterestedinthehotel???likeyougenuinelywanttotryandgiveredemptionashot???!!!Holyshit,thisisthehotel’sgreatestsinceSirPentioushasjoined!!!!" Princess Morningstar blurted out in a rush, as if she didn't deliver the information fast enough, you would leave.
As you tried to make sense of her rapid jumble of words—something about 'actually wanting to be redeemed' and someone named 'Sir Righteous' or was it 'Sir Delicious'?—you also noticed a crowd of individuals walking closer to the doors.
The group consisted of six people: A woman with an X over her eye, wielding an angelic weapon—'Delightful,' you sarcastically thought.
A grumpy tuxedo cat man with a red bow, his fur acting as some sort of substitute for his lack of shirt; he was also 'sort of handsome, y'know?'.
Then there was a snake man that screamed steampunk; he seemed sort of familiar, but you didn’t remember where you’d seen his slithery mug before.
There was also a tiny woman with one eye; she seemed full of energy and sorta stabby.
Then, second to last, we had—Unholy hell! It’s the porn actor Angel Dust! You remembered the princess mentioning him as a patron here, but you hadn’t expected to encounter him in the flesh and fur.
He seemed to notice the starstruck gaze in your eyes caused by his presence, so he shot you a wink. With a bit of internal fangirling along the way, you finally managed to get your heart rate to go back down.
You then shift your attention back to the rest of the crowd and notice the final person standing there, and HOLY SHIT, THE RADIO DEMON IS THERE—!
Your heart rate shoots back up, and you take a step back in fear, causing you to stumble over a pebble and fall on your ass. You curse yourself for being too engrossed in the sight of a celebrity to ignore the immense danger that is literally right there in front of you.
"Why, hello there, and who might you be, you wayward soul? It’s not often that we see sinners seeking out redemption." the Radio Demon inquired, accompanied by what you could only assume was his ‘iconic smile’.
You obviously didn’t know firsthand, as, for one, you hadn’t met the demon before, and for another, he was apparently in the sixth year and a half of his seven-year getaway when you manifested.
But you had heard the stories, and they were enough to make you absolutely petrified at the sight of that grin plastered on his face.
He seemed to rather enjoy your pitiful display, while you only grew more terrified.
“Oh no, are you okay? Didn’t hurt yourself, did you?” The princess asked, breaking you away from your scared state and extending her hand.
With a bit of hesitation, you took it. “Uh, no. No, I’m okay, it was just a little fall.” you told her.
“Oh, okay, I’m glad it was nothing. Anyways, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, we are so glad to have you here!” She said as she began to lead you inside, and the others followed, each finding their place within the hotel;
The cat man heading to the bar, Angel Dust lounging on one of the couches, the little woman chasing bugs around, and both the radio demon and the spear-wielding woman following you and Charlie.
Once she had you comfortably seated on one of the lounge's couches, she began to introduce herself and everyone present. “Sooo, hi. I’m Charlie, the owner and founder of this hotel.”
“I think she already knows who you are, princess” the cat man interjected. “Oh, right,” she realized.
While all you could think upon hearing him speak was, 'Fuck. Even his voice is sexy.'
“Anywho, this is Alastor, our gracious facility manager.” Charlie said, pointing at the Radio Demon. “Your pleasure to meet.” he told you.
“And this is Vaggie, the co-founder and my girlfriend.” Charlie continued. Vaggie approached you, and you shook hands. “Nice to meet you.” she said. “Likewise.” you responded.
“Next up, we have Husk, our bartender, and Niffty, our cleaning staff.” she gestures towards the bar. “Nice to meet you.” Husk offers, while Niffty chimes in with a big, eccentric “Hello!”
“And lastly, we have our residents and your potential fellow guests if you decide to stay.” she adds with a slightly unsure chuckle. “Angel and Sir Pentious!”
“No offense, Charls, but the broad probably knew who I was, no need for an intro.” Angel quips teasingly before approaching you. “But anyways, it’s good to see a new face around here, so welcome, toots.” he says, extending his hand, which you shake. “Thanks for your hospitality.” you reply.
Feeling a little less on edge, you approach the final resident. “Sir Pentious, right? It’s nice to meet you.” you say, extending your hand. “Oh, no, darling, the pleasurrre izzz all mine.” he replies, shaking your hand. Just as you finish, you hear a small gasp from Charlie.
You turn to look at her, and she says apologetically, "I totally forgot to ask you for your name! I am so sorry for that." With a comforting smile, you tell her, "It’s no worries, really. I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you again, I guess."
“Nice to meet you again too, Y/N,” she says with a giggle. Then she adds, “Actually, I’ve been meaning to ask you, what brought you to the hotel? I mean, what led you our way?”
“I saw your interview on 666 news with Katie Killjoy a month ago.” you tell her.
“Oh, you did? Um, did you see alllll of it?” Charlie asks, momentarily shocked and a little nervous afterward, but you understood why.
“If you’re talking about the fist fight and the news anchor on fire, yes, I did. It’s probably the thing most people remember from that news segment.” you answer her, confirming her assumptions.
“Oh, right.” Charlie says, a little embarrassed.
“Well, if you saw that, then why are you here? Are you trying to mock us in person?” Vaggie asks you, getting slightly defensive as the interview was not the best display of the hotel.
“No, nothing like that.” you reassure at first. Then you continue, “Well, actually, at first when I saw it on the news, I definitely laughed at the idea of a redemption hotel. So did my friends. Actually, I think everyone did. I heard from one of my imp friends that even in the other rings, people were making fun of it.” You say, deflating Charlie further and further with each word.
"But," you begin once more, bringing back some sort of hope to her,
"The more I thought about it, the less crazy stupid it all seemed. I mean, at first, I was like, 'If it's such a good idea, why didn't anyone think of it before?'.
Then, with more reflection, I realized that even if someone had pitched something like it before, there wouldn't be a big trace of it anyways.
I mean, you saw how people reacted when you presented it; it was made fun of and forgotten by most.
Also, considering the fact that the powerhouses of our ring profit from the fact that there are people down here to exploit, even if someone had the same idea and people to back them up, it would definitely have been shut down and covered up.
Because if people get redeemed and get out of hell, the big fishes don’t make as much profit anymore." You explain, and this seemed to reason with Charlie and the others around.
“Honestly, I think the only reason you don’t have people directly targeting you and your hotel is because you’re the princess. I mean, sure, people can make fun of you, but actually attacking you, well, that’s a no-go territory,” you add on.
And everyone, even Charlie, who seemed to like staying in the delusion that ‘in every demon there is a rainbow,’ couldn’t help but agree. If she wasn’t the princess, there was sure to be some people coming by and hurting everyone here, ‘just because.’
“Anyways, when I made peace with the concept, I thought, why not me when it came to redemption. I mean, sure, I did some unsavory things to end up down here, but I wasn’t some serial killer or sex trafficker either,” you explain further.
“Plus, I have all eternity, well, unless an exorcist’s blade or some Carmine weapon-wielding freak comes my way—“ you slightly deviate but remember to get back on track,
“Anyways, the point is if I can do whatever for ‘basically forever,’ why not give redemption a shot. I mean, worst-case scenario, I just avoid doing bad stuff for nothing, but at least that simultaneously keeps me out of trouble, so it’s not ‘that bad,’ you know?” You finish your explanation and look back at Charlie to see the immense joy in her eyes caused by someone actually taking a full interest in being part of her project.
“Well, I am so glad you think that way, Y/N. And the fact that you decided to come here even though your entourage still thinks, well, that the hotel is a joke, was very brave of you.
Also, just letting you know, as you may not be aware since it was not mentioned during the interview you watched, but here at the Hazbin Hotel, we offer free rooms, food, electricity, and if you're feeling like it, from time to time alcohol, though moderation is more than encouraged.” she informed.
“Well, that’s great. I mean, I didn’t really think about the fact that you may have asked for cash for staying here, but as it is some sort of a ‘nonprofit,’ it does make sense that you don’t.” you tell her in a relieved manner.
“Of course, we want to help people here. It wouldn’t be fair for us to ask money from our guests. Anyways, why don’t I go over what would be your weekly schedule, hotel-wise, as a resident, and then I can show you to your room?” she asked.
“That would be wonderful.” you tell her.
It had been a couple of weeks since you joined the hotel, and you would say that things have been going ‘alright.’
I mean, Charlie’s ‘activities’ were more often silly than not, but they didn’t necessarily do any harm. The hardest part was staying away from your vices—‘that was the real kicker’.
Which brings us to why you were currently seated on a bar stool, gradually drowning yourself in alcohol as Husk poured drink after drink at your request.
"You know, if you keep pushing away your vices but then return here every time instead, you're just fostering a dependence on booze," Husk cautioned, sliding your fifth Midori Sour over to you. "And when you finally have to cut out drinking altogether, you'll likely revert to your old habits. You're turning this ‘rehabilitation thing’ into a sort of yo-yo diet, if you ask me.”
You stared at the drink after finishing your previous one.
— You had first tasted something like it when you went out for your first legal drink at 21, asking for something sweet with a bit of a kick alcohol-wise.
The bartender had recommended it to you, then as you drank it, he went on a rant about how it was "made with Midori melon liqueur, lemon juice, and simple syrup" and that "It's sweet, refreshing, and has a medium alcoholic content" — the “perfect drink for you”.
He was good-looking, like the current bartender in front of you, so you had let him talk—just like you let Husk talk.
Sure, having spent a considerable amount of time down here and living well beyond his twenties, you could acknowledge that Husk did have some wisdom to himself.
However, there were moments — particularly when he embarked on his tangents about how "you won’t find your answers at the bottom of a bottle,"— then, you simply wanted to shut him up.
Whether it was by pointing out that while he might be correct in his assessment, he failed to offer real advice on how to find those answers. Saying shit like "don’t do that, there are better ways to deal with your issues" yet always neglecting to explain what those "other ways" might be — frankly, it was all quite frustrating.
But each time it occurred, you chose to keep your mouth shut to avoid any conflict. After all, from what you had observed, you genuinely liked Husk as a person and didn’t want any tension between the two of you.
Nevertheless, despite your growing frustration with the men, your mind couldn’t help but entertain the other option that would allow you to ‘catch the cat’s tongue’; wondering how quickly he would stop talking if you pressed your lips to his.
Yet, ultimately, it remained a mere fantasy, something confined to the realm of imagination, one never to enter reality. —
“Thanks, Husk,” was all you said as you took the glass and downed your goddamn Midori Sour.
Several hours had passed since your fifth drink, and more than one other had entered your system by now. You and Husk were now discussing on a more personal level.
“It’s all so weird, you know. It’s not like my soul is trapped in a contract like yours or Angel’s,” Husk’s face slightly winced at the reminder that he, in fact, didn’t own his own soul. However, he stayed quiet and let you talk without interjecting, as he respected you and you were pouring your heart out. “Yet, I can’t help but feel like it is,” you told him. “I try to be better, I really do, but it’s so, so hard not to do the bad things I’m not supposed to do when they all feel so fun and right to me in the moment. I mean, I do regret them afterward, but I keep wanting to do them anyway.”
You take a sip of your drink, and Husk follows suit. “You know, you would think the moment I feel the most trapped is right after I’ve done what I wasn’t supposed to,” you muse, contemplating the complexities of your situation. “I had my fun, and as I suffer the consequences, I feel encaged. But it’s not. It’s actually right before I even do it. I feel it in my whole body—a feeling that this is the only way for me, that I can never let go of this high.
No matter how hard I push myself to get better, to be better, I’m not really leaving the cage. I’m just pacing around in circles, pretending that the loop isn’t there and I’m actually getting away.
I just want to run, but I’m afraid that if I actually try, I’ll probably just hit my head against the cage’s bars,” you confess, tears of anxiety welling in your eyes as you begin to sniffle.
With that, Husk grabs your hand and begins to rub soothing circles on it with his thumb, offering comfort in his touch as he speaks up. “Listen, I can’t say that everything will be alright. That's bullshit, and that saying has always been bullshit, but it’s even more full of holes down here,” he pauses to take another sip of his drink, collecting his thoughts. “And I personally know firsthand how it feels to be where you are right now. And I mean it, even without the whole Alastor thing, though it is a big part of it.”
Pausing once more, then taking a big breath, “You know, I used to be an overlord once,” he reveals, capturing your attention even further. “Yeah, and it was nice to have that power. But when you’re dealing with souls while also being a gambler, the stakes are pretty high. And losing a few hands can be more than a little dangerous. So when you’re down on your luck, you turn to anything to keep you afloat, even making deals yourself.”
Husk continued his story, delving into his past life before he was sent to the underworld. “But even before that shit show, I had another for me up there. Back when I was alive, I was a magician, a pretty big one at that. But at some point, I got into booze. It wasn’t a big issue at first, but it soon spiraled out of control after some other bad choices.
You see, a buddy of mine, another magician, had a gig at Caesars Palace. Being the good friend he was, he invited me along to party with him after his show. And party we did. It was one wild night—we drank, got plastered, enjoyed the company of some lovely ladies and fellas, and, most importantly, we played games.
That night marked my first taste of gambling, and it was exhilarating. I decided to play it safe and not bet too much, but it turned out Lady Luck was on my side. I won big, about two thousand dollars, while only betting twenty bucks.”
Husk paused, reflecting on those memories. “After that, I couldn’t help but come back the next day. Call it beginner's luck or whatever, but I was on a roll. In the span of two weeks, I had made enough money to last me two lifetimes.
But back then, it didn’t satisfy me, and it still didn’t when I first got down here either. Anyways, even after hitting such a big jackpot, I didn’t stop. I actually stopped magic altogether and fully transitioned to being a full-time gambler.
And for a while, it worked. But money wasn’t the only thing I got greedy with.
The amount of alcohol became too much for my body to take, and one day, I just dropped dead. A cardiac arrest was all it took to end me, while at the time it happened, I was convinced I was on top of the world.
Then I ended up down here. So, after spending quite some time just drowning myself in alcohol, only to make my alcoholism worse, I sort of got back on my feet. I became powerful and an overlord, but you already know how that went.
The both times I thought I was indestructible were also the both times when I was the reason behind why I got destroyed.”
You took hold of Husk's hand back, no longer content to simply let him hold yours.
“So now, every time I'm about to take a swig or play a game, while I may be confident in my skills, I can't shake the feeling that if I wanted to seek something else out, a different career path or way of life, I just couldn’t — that I've already burned those bridges for myself for all of eternity.
I feel trapped by my own actions and technically am too, but the worst part is that I don’t know if I’ll ever break free. But you, as you said, still have your soul. So maybe, even if it feels insurmountable right now, you can find the key to your cage and finally step out of it. And maybe, if you’re feeling generous, you can come by and try to find mine with me.”
Husk's way of speaking offered a different kind of comfort compared to Charlie's approach. Yet, it somehow brought you closure. It was honest and reliable, two things hard to find down here.
You gently squeeze his hand in a gesture of support before speaking up, "If I manage to find that key and finally step out of my cage, I promise you'll be the first person I’ll help find theirs, Husk." Your words are accompanied by a warm smile, which he reciprocates.
"Well, if you're the type to make empty promises, then I'm afraid to tell you but you're stuck with that one now, sweetheart. I'll hold you to it.” he teasingly responds, lightening the mood. "You wouldn't back out after giving a poor old soul like myself hope, now would you?"
"Never!" you assure him, the tears now long gone.
Following that evening, you and Husk grew closer, engaging in deeper conversations with each other than with the other residents.
It proved surprisingly effortless to open up to him once he shed his ‘old wise bartender’ persona. Despite the decades that separated you, both of you felt understood by the other.
Thus, when you began suggesting to Husk that you hang out together outside of the hotel, it didn't take much persuasion to get him on board. You believed it would be beneficial for him to step outside the confines of the hotel, considering it was in some part the physical manifestation entrapment.
Additionally, you planned to avoid places like casinos or bars to help both of you steer clear of your vices.
You envisioned a delightful day filled with laughter and happiness, far from anything that could potentially cause harm to either of you.
That's why you found yourselves in the fourth clothing store of the day. While you had picked up a few items from each previous store after some browsing, Husk had merely glanced around without finding anything to pique his interest.
As you perused the winter section, you stumbled upon the perfect ensemble: a charming white knitted skirt adorned with two small fluffy pompons, complemented by a matching top and a white bubble coat trimmed with fur.
Knowing you already had the perfect shoes to complete the look at home, you approached Husk with the outfit in hand.
"Soooo, what do you think of this one?" you inquired, prompting him to turn away from whatever had captured his attention to inspect your find.
"Hmm, well, it doesn't seem like it covers much. Are you sure you found it in the ‘winter section’? You'd probably freeze your ass off wearing that in the winter cold," he teased with a playful comment.
With an exaggerated sigh and a playful hip pop, you quip, "You just don’t understand, it's all about the 'aesthetic'," adding a fake tone of disdain that prompts both of you to burst into laughter at your absurdity.
Returning to a more serious tone, you inquire, "But really, aside from the fact that it's not exactly suitable for cold weather, what do you think of it?"
"Well, if we overlook the fact that you'd freeze solid walking outside in this, I have to admit the outfit is pretty nice. I think it would suit you," he replies earnestly before adding with a teasing voice, "and your aesthetic," eliciting more laughter from both of you.
You then notice something in his hands and ask, "Anywho, what do you have there?"
"Oh, it's nothing, just a little trinket that caught my eye. I probably won't buy it, though," he says, showing you the item—a watch with a roulette pattern on it. It was a bit pricey, but not overly extravagant. It looked cute and suited him well.
"It looks really nice. It would suit you very nicely," you tell him, and he smiles sheepishly in response.
"You think so? Thanks. Well, I'm going to put it back. You seem to be done with this store, so I shouldn't keep it in my hands. Wouldn't want to walk out of the store with it without paying," he says, trying to act nonchalant, but it's obvious he's a bit disappointed.
As you consider his situation, you realize that the hotel doesn't really pay Husk to work there, and all the money he used to make was based on gambling.
By staying away from it, he's basically broke now. With that realization, you make up your mind;
"Oh, wait. If you're not going to buy it, you won't mind if I do," you tell him, the gears turning in your head.
"Oh, yeah, no problem," he says as he passes the watch in its box to you.
You then proceed to the checkout and pay your dues. You ask for a separate bag for the watch, which earns you a slightly confused glance from Husk, but you don't mind. As you step out of the store, you suggest going out for ice cream to finish your outing, and he has no problem with it.
As you both enjoy your dessert, you pause to retrieve the bag containing the watch. "Here, this is for you," you tell him, offering the gift.
"Gosh, Y/N, I can't accept that. It's a very nice gift and all, but I can't just take it for nothing. I really appreciate it, really, but I don't deserve it," he rambles to you. Before he could delve further into why he possibly 'didn't deserve it,' you stop him.
"Listen, Husk, it's no problem. I have the money, so it's no big deal for me. Plus, you've become a dear friend of mine by now. Is it that bad for me to want my friends to have nice things?" you ask him.
"No, but I don't think such pricey things should be handed out to anybody just because 'you have the money,'" he states.
"But Husk, you're not just anybody, you're someone dear to me, someone I care about. When I saw the watch, I could only picture it on your wrist. I bought that watch for you and you only.
Also, before you mention returns, that store has a no-return policy.
And lastly, if you feel that bad about it, telling yourself you don’t deserve it, which is not true, you’re a wonderful man who deserves to have nice things— anyways, I interjected, my point is if you feel bad just take it as; this is a gift from me to you, for spending the day shopping around with me even though you weren’t interested in the stores we were going to,” you tell him kindly. As you see him still hesitating, you add one more thing, “Also, you can just not keep it and sell it if you really don’t want it that badly.” That breaks him away from the self-loathing he was internally building.
“Of course not, I’m not going to sell it. It’s a gift from you, a very nice gift at that, and I would never think of selling it,” he tells you, a bit protective of the gift now, which is what you wanted.
“So, looks like you’re keeping it after all.” you tell him, noticing a slight pout on his face as he realizes his words, but then he playfully rolls his eyes and now has a grin on his face. ‘Looks like he has finally accepted the gift.’
"Anyway, thanks for the watch. I’ll make sure to start wearing it as soon as we get to the hotel.” he tells you with that charming smile of his.
"I told you it was no problem." you reply, your face mirroring his.
"Also, if you're comfortable with buying me watches out of the blue, does that mean you would be into being my full-time sugar mommy—" he jokes, which you quickly shut down with a "Not even in your dreams." making both of you laugh once more.
Hangouts like this one continued, ranging from outings to different venues like theaters and restaurants to engaging in activities at the hotel.
For instance, Husk took it upon himself to teach you poker once you mentioned your lack of knowledge in the game.
It was a fun experience, filled with laughter. Turns out, you were quite good at it, although never as skilled as Husk, which occasionally led to moments of rage on your part. However, these instances always ended in laughter.
Currently, you were enjoying a drink with both Husk and Angel at the lounge’s bar;
“You’d think with all that money, he would be able to buy prescription glasses that looked like his current sunglasses,” you commented after Angel mentioned his boss, Valentino's poor eyesight.
“That's what I said! Like, if you're going to be a horrible piece of shit who literally built his empire off being one, you could at least get custom glasses so you could stop looking like an absolute moron when you read or count money. He quite literally spent half an hour counting three bills! How ridiculous is that?” Angel exclaimed, his voice fluctuating in pitch due to the alcohol.
In fact, all of you were a bit tipsy. Each of you displayed it differently—Angel was very excitable and giggly, you felt more sleepy, inclined to lie down, and Husk was more tactile, currently holding one of your hands while using the other to pet your head between sips of his drink.
That last part finally seemed to dawn on Angel, and he couldn’t help but point it out to both of you.
“So, did y’all fuck?” The effeminate fellow inquired.
“What?” You and Husk asked simultaneously, both of you pulling away from each other, visibly flustered.
“I mean, you’ve been getting cozy since we sat down, and I get that you two are ‘friends,’” Angel sarcastically emphasized the word 'friends' with air quotes, “but honestly, every time we get together and drink, you two are always holding each other. Sure, you're not openly cuddling and all, but I can’t remember the last time you weren’t holding hands when drinking. So, I think it’s reasonable for me to ask if you two are fucking” Angel explained his logic, leaving both you and Husk to face the current situation.
Despite Husk initiating the physical contact himself and you allowing it, as well as both of you holding hands, neither of you were aware of how intimate your actions appeared until Angel mentioned it.
It seems somewhat unbelievable, but it’s true.
Neither of you were consciously planning it; your bodies simply expressed your subconscious desire to be close to each other without either of you realizing it.
“Um, no, we didn’t,” you tell Angel, your voice quieter than before out of embarrassment.
“Yeah, we haven’t done anything like that,” Husk admits, matching your tone. Usually, even when talking to Angel, who was a dear friend to both of you, Husk would be more closed off about the sexual or romantic aspect of his afterlife. But the alcohol and the close proximity to you—his comfort person—seemed to have helped him be more open.
Taking a gulp of his drink and finishing it, Angel then speaks up once more. “Then do y’all wanna hook up?” he asks nonchalantly, to which both of you reply with a simultaneous “Angel!”
"Okay, okay, I'll stop," he says, accompanied by a laugh. The conversation is dropped, yet both you and Husk couldn't help but still glance at one another throughout the night, sometimes even making eye contact, which left both of you further flustered.
After Angel's comment, the next few days between you and Husk were awkward as both of you became more aware of each other's thoughts.
Neither of you outright rejected the idea of sexual attraction, and to be honest, you both had a feeling that the other felt similarly when it came to romance.
It was just awkward to actually express it, so for about a week or so, you avoided each other.
But soon the awkward tension began to dissipate. You were just more aware of each other's and your own actions, so if someone did something that crossed the lines of just being friendly, both of you would be aware of it being intentional.
For example, just like now as Husk is teaching you how to play pool;
There's nothing wrong or inappropriate about teaching your friend pool. Even when your friend corrects your form, it's still an innocent action to help you enjoy the game further as you learn the proper way to play.
However, Husk didn’t just show you how to score and watched what you did then correct your flawed form.
No, no, no, Mr. Husk over there didn’t even bother showing you beforehand how to score. He just directly positioned himself behind you, grabbed your hands, and guided you to grab the cue stick, all the while softly whispering in your ear as he directed your movements, explaining what he was doing and how it affects gameplay.
As to why Husk became so bold after a week of avoiding each other, you weren’t sure. And truth be told, he was just tired of burying his feelings deep down to avoid ruining your friendship, especially now that he knew you felt the same way he did.
That day, when you first opened up about your struggles, he felt a deep connection to you.
And when you bought him the watch, it struck a chord with him. Although he wasn’t usually one to focus on material possessions, the fact that you had spent so much on him so effortlessly meant a lot.
Especially when you insisted on him keeping it, expressing that you wanted him to have something nice.
In that moment, he felt deeply cared for, his heart racing as you assured him he deserved it and that he was dear to you.
So today, he decided to take matters into his own hands. If he had misinterpreted your signals and you rejected him, at least he would have tried, rather than spending eternity wondering ‘what if?’
"Then you do it like this," he says as he guides your hands through the motion, and you score. "You’re doing so good.” he murmurs softly near your ear. You'd like to think about the fact that praise wasn't necessary since he was literally guiding your movements, but all you could think about now is; how nice it feels to be so close to Husk. The warmth of his body against yours, how good his voice sounded so close to your ear—it's overwhelming.
Feeling like you might lose yourself if you don't act, you release the pool cue and turn to face him. Well, by facing him, I mean doing so while nearly touching faces due to how close you were to begin with. It stuns both of you for a moment, but you refuse to back down.
Leaning against the pool table for support, you muster the courage to address Husk. "Husk, um, you're really close right now..." you start, but instead of moving away, he questions, "Do you not like it?"
Feeling even more nervous, you realize lying won't work. You couldn't keep up a falsehood when it would be so obviously untruthful, and you didn't want him to get the wrong idea. "No, I like it," you admit.
"Is that all you like?" he probes further, his boldness surprising you. Before you can formulate a response, he adds, "Because I not only like being this close to you, but I also absolutely adore you." simultaneously softly caressing your cheek.
You're left breathless, muttering a quiet "fuck.." because what else could you say in this moment, besides confessing the to the man you've been attracted to since day one of meeting each other and felled in love with only a couple of months into knowing him.
But before Husk could misinterpret your use of a swear as you not being into him, you summoned all your courage and spoke out, "I also like you, Husk. Like, a lot. I found you hot since I first saw you, and soon after, I started falling for you, it’s an ‘in love-type’ of like you."
"Shit," he exclaimed, covering his mouth in disbelief. "I've also found you attractive since day one, and I think I've been in love with you since you gave me that watch," he continued, lifting the arm wearing it to showcase it. "More specifically, how you were acting towards me when you did it."
You paused for a moment, unsure of what to do next. "So, what do you want to do now?" you asked him.
"Honestly, I'm not sure. Right now, all I want is to be as close as possible to you, which is far from my usual way of behaving; I'm usually more planned and collected, but when I'm with you now, I feel like I've lost my compass. Yet instead of being anxious, I feel safe and comfortable. Isn't that weird?" he mused.
"I'm not sure if it is, but if it were, would it be weirder if I felt the same way?" you asked him, to which he chuckled.
"No, I don't think it would be weirder," he replied, his hand still resting on your cheek, which you leaned into it, almost resting your head's weight completely on it.
You gazed longingly at each other for about a minute or two until you broke the silence. "So, do you want to make out?" you asked, with ‘that’ slight goofiness in your voice that Husk had come to love.
"Fuck yeah!" Husk exclaimed, mirroring your tone of voice.
His hands transitioned from holding your face and the cue stick to one of them softly gripping your hair from the back of your head —pulling you in— while the other rested on the small of your back for support.
Then your lips finally connected:
As your lips met, you felt an explosion of passion and chemistry that you had never experienced before. Your heart raced, and your pulse pounded in your ears as your mouths danced.
You couldn't believe this was happening. Husk, the gruff and often apathetic demon you befriended, was kissing you with so much intensity and desire. It was as if all his pent-up emotions and feelings were released in that single moment.
His grip on your hair tightened slightly, pulling you even closer to him, and you could feel his heart beating just as fast as mine. You kissed hungrily like your (after)lives depended on it, your tongues entwining in a dance that made you shiver — especially the texture of your companion’s.
His tongue was in between one of a human and one of cat, it wasn’t unpleasant, quite the opposite actually. It did make you wonder how it would feel on other areas of your body. Also, something else to note was that he tasted like whiskey and smoke and honestly —you couldn't get enough.
Continuing on your movements, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting every inch of him. He groaned softly against your lips at that, breaking the kiss for a moment, and you could see the ‘need’ and ‘want’ in his eyes. They were filled with passion and affection, just like yours. He moved to kiss your jawline, trailing kisses down your neck, and you gasped softly, feeling his warm breath against your skin.
After a quick swipe at your collarbones, Husk's lips returned to yours, this time with even more fervor.
His kiss was deep and intense, as if he was trying to consume every part of you.
Your hands slid down his back, feeling his soft fur under your fingers. You could feel his muscles through it, and you loved the feeling. His hands shifted from the small of your back to my waist, pulling you closer to him, your bodies pressed tightly together.
The heat from your bodies mingled, creating an intoxicating warmth between you — a warmth you never wanted to ever quit.
As the intensity of the kiss lessened, your lips started to meet in smaller, delicate pecks. These little kisses were just as passionate as the previous ones, but they carried a different kind of emotion—endearment and love.
Each kiss was more intimate and loving than the last, sealing your connection in a way that words could never explain. Your hands still roamed each other, exploring, but with a gentleness to them.
Husk's hands moved from your waist to your sides, and you could feel his thumbs softly tracing circles on your waist. One of your hand still rested on his back, stroking softly, feeling every muscle, while the other was somewhat on his shoulder.
Finally, breaking the sweet pecks, you pulled away slightly, both panting and slightly out of breath. Your eyes locked, filled with a feelings so profound it was evident you had fallen hard for each other.
Husk gently grabbed the hand that was in his shoulder, pressing it to his lips with a soft kiss. His gaze met yours once again, and you could see the love and adoration shining in his eyes.
"You're so beautiful." Husk whispered, reaching out and gently cupping your face once more.
"Thanks, Husk. You're quite handsome yourself," you tell him with a smile. Then you add, "Anywho, does that mean we're dating now?"
"I'd like that, if you'll have me," he responds.
"There isn't anybody else I'd rather be with." you assure him.
After placing one last kiss on your lips, Husk says, "Same here."
It had been around two weeks since your mutual confession of feelings. Initially, you attempted to keep things low-key by staying in your separate rooms.
However, the amount of time spent together and the display of affection made it evident to everyone in the hotel that you were now a couple.
So, after just a week of attempting to maintain the facade, you both gave up and you moved into Husk's room.
Fast forward to today, the morning had been bustling with preparations for the arrival of Charlie's father, Lucifer, the King of Hell, after she received a call from him.
You pitched in with baking cookies and tidying up, alongside the other residents, to ensure the hotel looked presentable.
Unfortunately, given the hotel's initial state, it wasn't entirely surprising when the chandelier unexpectedly crashed from the ceiling.
What did caught you off guard was the sudden musical performance by the King of Hell, which Alastor swiftly joined, leading to an impromptu song battle between them. Though, the outcome remained undecided, as the duel was interrupted by Mimzy —apparently one of Alastor’s acquaintance— as she introduced herself.
Later down the road, after bothering your boyfriend at the bar, calling him ‘whiskers’, etc., Mimzy then engaged Angel, Pentious, and you in conversation about Alastor and her relationship with him.
But you found yourself more focused on your boyfriend slipping away than on her anecdotes. Consequently, instead of remaining there to listen to her babble, you decided to discreetly follow your boyfriend.
And now, you found yourself hiding around the corner, eavesdropping on the ongoing conversations;
"So once we have proof of redemption as possible, this whole hotel will be full of demons wanting to check out into heaven. We just need a little more time to prove it," you overhear Charlie say, but the voices grow distant, making it hard to catch the rest.
What you do clearly hear is a "Hey boss" from Husk, followed by a questioning hum from Alastor. Then Husk adds, "Can I have a word?"
"What is it?" Alastor responds.
"You and I both know Mimzy only shows up when she needs something, that bitch is trouble. And who knows what kind of demon she fucked with to come running into you this time." Husk points out.
"It's nothing I can't handle. Don't worry, Husker. Who in their right mind would cross me?" Alastor replies.
"I mean, you've been gone a while, and it's not like anybody knows why," Husk states.
"They don't need to know, and don't you worry your fuzzy head about it," Alastor dismisses.
"You may own my soul, but I ain’t your pet," Husk asserts.
Following a giggle, Alastor tells Husk, "But you are."
You're about to jump out to defend Husk, but after husk retorted with “Big talk for someone who is also on a leash.“, the atmosphere shifts, with lights flickering, leaving you petrified, especially after hearing a threatening "What did you say?"
You hear the sounds of chains and a thud, and you can only assume Alastor has dragged Husk to the floor.
"Nothing, I, um," your heart sinks at the panic in his voice, but it drops deeper once you hear Alastor's venomous words: "If you ever say that again, I will tear your soul apart and broadcast your screams for every other disrespectful wretch who dares to question me."
Husk lets out a very quiet "Understood," and Alastor replies, "Lovely," then some subdued show tunes music starts playing, then Alastor added a "Good talk, my good man. Always nice to catch up."
After the radio demon's steps fade into silence, you finally step out of your hiding spot and rush to a trembling Husk on the floor. The first thing you do is give him a tight hug and whisper softly, "It’s going to be okay, baby. I’m here with you, Husk."
In that moment, you feel a plethora of emotions—concern and worry for Husk, fear because of Alastor, and guilt due to the fact you had stayed hidden while Husk faced Alastor alone, which makes you feel really shitty. But before guilt can consume you, you focus on getting Husk to somewhere secured, like your shared room. Once he's in a safe place, you can apologize.
With your help, Husk manages to stand up, but he's still too shaken up to walk alone. You guide him to the room, and once inside, you help him onto the bed, both of you holding each other tightly.
You softly stroked the back of his head while placing gentle kisses on his forehead. As you do, you can hear him slightly sniffle, holding back tears. It's obvious he's scared, and it's completely understandable.
You kiss his closed eyelids, and finally, the dam broke. He buries his face into your chest, and by the sounds and the wet feeling of your top, you can tell he's crying. He usually handles Alastor’s antics well, but having his soul threatened like that was just too much for him. You squeeze him tighter, whispering sweet nothings and comforting words.
“You’re going to be okay. I know it was terrifying, what you had to face. It would be for anyone. But it’s going to be okay,” you assure him, stroking his fur. Then you speak out once more, “I am so, so sorry, my love. I should have faced him with you, but I was too much of a coward to do so, so I just stayed hidden.” you apologize, and for the first time since burying himself in your chest, Husk peeks his head out. His face looks puffy from the tears, but what stands out is the empathetic look in his eyes.
“It’s… it’s okay, Y/N. Alastor—that guy, he’s terrifying. I don’t blame you for not jumping in when he got all crazy like that.” he reassures, but you can't rid yourself of the remorse.
“But I should have! That's my duty as your partner, to stand by you! What if he had snapped, and… and,” you say, strong but full of guilt. As you reach the last part, you start to stutter as thoughts rush into your head, and quieter you say, “and he had acted out on those threats.”
As Husk listened to you apologize, he couldn't help but pull you closer, his heart aching for the pain you knew you felt. His fingers traced gently along your soft skin, trying to soothe the distress within you. "Y/N, it's alright... I understand why you didn't intervene," He whispered, trying to make you feel better. His gaze fell upon your damp eyes, and he felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him. "Alastor has a way of intimidating even the strongest of us, and you're no exception."
"I've been dealing with him for years, and it's taken a toll on me," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn’t expect you do anything in that moment, it would have potentially put you in harms way if you did. But know this, I appreciate that you came to comfort me when I needed it most." He could feel your heart pounding against his, and he held you tighter, hoping to ease your anxiety.
"I won’t get into that creepy smiling freak’s way, so he won’t do anything to me, I promise," Husk added, offering a small smile.
As you and him embraced, you felt your hearts beat in sync. Your love for each other was strong, and you knew that together, you could weather any storm.
"Mm, I guess you’re right, Husk," you said softly, your hand stroking his back in a comforting motion. "Despite my guilt, I know we’re both doing the best we can, and I'll always support you no matter what." Your words filled him with a sense of security, knowing that you were there for him through thick and thin.
"I'm glad we're in this together," he replied, his tone soft and grateful. "Even if I wasn't there for you when you needed me today, remember that I'll always have your back, no matter what Alastor throws your and our way." You tell him.
Slowly, you began to ease the tension between us by changing the subject. "Hey, do you remember that time we went to that haunted carnival in the outskirts of Hell for one of Charlie’s activity? And we got stuck on that horribly broken down Ferris wheel?" you chuckled, thinking back to the ridiculous adventure we embarked on. "We were both terrified, but we laughed our asses off, eventually.”
As he recalled the haunted carnival adventure, a soft smile formed on his face, and you couldn't help but join in his laughter. "Oh, that was a nightmare! The way we clung to each other while trying to escape that damned Ferris wheel, and we still ended up covered in cotton candy," he said, shaking his head in amusement. "I thought we'd never make it out alive."
"And don't forget about the ghostly fortune teller who told us we would be together forever," he added, giggling. "I mean, look at us now – ‘living’ proof that she was right!"
Your shared memories brought a warmth to your hearts, and tou continued to laugh about your past misadventures, pushing away the shadows of your current worries. Together, you found solace in the lightness of laughter and the strength of your bond. As you reminisced, he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, his heart overflowing with gratitude for this moment.
"You know, Y/N," he said, my voice warm and filled with love, "I wouldn't want to face any challenge with anyone else by my side.”
The warmth of his words washed over you, and he knew that he wanted to show you how much he appreciated your unwavering support. Leaning in, he whispered softly, "I'm glad you were here to comfort me. To show my appreciation, I want to give you something in return – a little treat for being there when I needed it most."
“Husk, baby, you know I didn’t do it for a reward.” You argue
“But I want to.” He tells you, with a look full of passion, his eyes drifted lower, taking in the sight of your delicate shorts, and he knew what he wanted to do next. And that made you weak, and you sorta blanked.
Gently, he untangled the fabric from your legs, revealing your soft, inviting skin. "Please, let me make you feel loved and appreciated too," he said, his voice low and full of desire.
As he next removed your underwear, he could feel your protests beginning to fade under the intensity of my gaze. With a determined smile, he leaned in close, pressing his lips to your skin. "I want to reward you, Y/N," he explained, his breath warm against your sensitive flesh. "Let me show you how much your support means to me."
Husk, typically recognized for his gruff exterior, revealed a tender side as he concentrated on satisfying you. His lips delicately trailed along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, eliciting shivers down your spine.
Understanding the necessity of getting your mind off things if you wanted to get better —as dwelling only exacerbates the pain— he found solace in showering his beloved girlfriend with feelings of desire and appreciation. In his view, it was a mutually beneficial arrangement, serving to uplift both of your spirits, a win-win per say;
Gently, folding your legs and pushing on your thighs to stabilize you, Husk then parted your folds with his free hand, his eyes locked on the sight before him. He took a deep breath, inhaling your sweet scent, which only intensified his desire. With a purposeful hunger, he removed his hand and opted to substitute it with his tongue.
He leaned in and licked you, his tongue exploring every inch of your folds, the sensation was supreme, especially with that unusual tongue of his. As the wet muscle adventures further in your nether’s, its odd texture only becomes more pleasurable.
Especially when he would suck at your clit and let the tip of his tongue dance around it as he did. Every stroke, every caress; they spoke volumes of his appreciation for your unwavering support.
Your breath hitched as pleasure slowlybegin to build into something bigger. The intensity of Husk's actions were overwhelming, and you couldn't help but moan in response.
"Husk, I..." you murmured, uncertain if you should continue, your voice trembling with a mix of lust, love, and ‘the obvious fact that he was making you feel too good to speak normally’. But before you could protest or anything like that, he silenced you with another expert stroke of his tongue, his eyes meeting yours with determination and love.
As Husk continued to pleasure you, he knew his actions were doing more than just giving you physical gratification; they were conveying his appreciation for your presence in his life—and that sentiment was mutually understood. And he loved that he could do it that way and you would both comprehend it.
Bringing back his hand into the mix , his skilled fingers—carefully used not to scratch you— and tongue worked in harmony, driving you towards a climax that mirrored the depth of his feelings. Your moans grew louder, filling the room with the sound of your pleasure, and he couldn’t help but relish in ‘those lovely noises of yours’.
With a final flick of his tongue, Husk drew you to the edge, your body arching in response. "That's it, baby" he whispered, his voice low and seductive, yet still comforting. "Let go for me, let me see you shine."
In that moment, you surrendered to the sensations coursing through you, your body trembling and your last scream of pleasure echoing in the room. Husk watched as you reached your peak, his heart swelling with pride…
As you begin to come down from your high but not quite over it yet, Husk couldn't help but marvel at the beautiful state your real ease had caused. His heart continued to race as he regained steady breathing after momentarily being out of air while devouring you, he couldn’t help but want to experience it again. Softly, he lifted your legs and placed them on his shoulders, giving himself better access to your glistening hole and folds.
“Wait, husk I-“ you begin after realizing the change in position but you were promptly cut off as husk begin to lap at your essence directly from the source.
"You deserve this, my love," he whispered, his voice hoarse with lust. "I want to make you feel good, as much as you've made me feel supported."
With renewed vigor, Husk dove in once more, his tongue tracing familiar paths and exploring new ones. Your breath jiggered, and your back arched as he took you on another sensual journey that started in overstimulation. His grip on your thighs tightened, his fingers digging into your skin, taking full control—you couldn’t run even if you want to.
He aims directly at your weak spot, and way he was sucking at your clit was just driving you absolutely mad. You gripped at his head, still unsure if you wanted to pull him away or bring him closer. He was precise and targeting but there was some hungry sloppiness to his technique.
As your second climax approached, Husk could feel your body tense, and he knew that he was about to witness something truly beautiful once more. Your cries of pleasure grew louder, and just as promised, the way your body convulsed and your face contorted was marvellous, what was not expected but still welcome was the fact that you had squirted, causing your arousal to coat his face and chest.
His eyes widened in awe, and he couldn't help but smirk at the sight. "Damn, you're something else." he said, his voice filled with want but also a little teasing tone to it.
Even as you settled back onto the bed flat, Husk couldn't shake off the image of squirting. His eyes locked on your glistening skin, and he knew that he wanted to see it again. His hand travel to your face, thumb brushing lips sensually, a longing look in his eyes "One more, my love," he whispered, his voice filled with determination. "I want to taste you again and see that beauty of yours unfold once more."
With a hunger that rivalled the one he had when bringing you to your first two climaxes, Husk dove in for the third time, his tongue seeking out your sensitive spots.
He craved the taste of your essence, the sound of your cries, and the sight of your strong release. You soon begin to trembled beneath him, quicker than previously but it was understandable, two orgasm in a row was about to make extra sensitive.
“Ah, fuck, Husk, it's too much!” You cried out in overstimulation.
“Shh, it's okay, baby, I know you can handle it,” he reassured, softly stroking the underside of your right thigh to offer comfort before getting his strong grip back on it.
As Husk continued to stimulate you, drawing you closer to nirvana, you found yourself liberated from all worries. In that moment, there was nowhere else you'd rather be.
As your third orgasm of the night peaked, you let out a final cry, your body convulsing with overwhelming euphoria. Once more, you squirted, coating Husk's face with your essence. This time, however, he caught most of your fluid in his moth and swallowed them, and the drops that didn’t make, he licked them off of you, his eyes close for an instances as he savoured your liquid arousal, then his eyes locked back on you.
"Oh, Husk," you breathed, your voice ragged with pleasure and emotion. "That was incredible."
He wiped the remaining droplets from his face with a satisfied grin and licked at it to make sure he gotten everything, his eyes never leaving yours. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, his voice filled with love and satisfaction.
As you lay there, breathless and spent, Husk pulled you into his arms, his heart beating in his chest. Regaining back some of your sense, this scenery confused you a bit:
“What about you?” You inquired as he had yet to get release himself.
“Honestly the emotions and the time I spent between those sexy thighs of yours got me to tired to want anything more than to cuddle you right now.” he admired with a tired smile, which made giggle.
Your bodies still entwined, Husk leaned in and pressed his lips gently against yours. The kiss was soft, filled with love and appreciation, and it left you both feeling even more connected than before. Right here and there, you knew that despite the challenges you faced further down the road, you were in this together.
Slowly, Husk wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest. The warmth of his embrace enveloped you, and you felt safe and loved in his arms. "Thank you, Y/N," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "The cuddling, reassuring words, and this; they really help me calm down and feel better. I know I can rely on you when you do these things, and I strongly hope you can on me."
You nestled your head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "Of course I do, and don’t forget—I'll always be here for you, Husk," you promised, your voice filled with reassurance. "No matter what comes our way, I'll have your back, just like you do for me."
As the two cuddled and basking in the afterglow of your shared euphoria, you knew that your bond had grown stronger. Nothing could bother the two of you right now—except perhaps the fact that you would have to get up to bathe and change the sheets soon, but that was a problem for the ‘30 minutes to one hour future yous.’
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Hii! Hope you're having an amazing day! Can I request scaramouche, baizhu and dottore with a reader that can't sleep at night because of nightmares? They can only sleep 2-3 hours max before waking up because of another nightmare. I've been having night terrors recently out of blue so maybe some comfort might help with the issue ಥ‿ಥ
✧ Hiya! Super cute, thanks for the request! I believe this is my first time writing for Baizhu which is suprising bc he's one of my faves. Sorry this took so long btw!
✧ Also, I genuinely feel for anyone who suffers with night terrors, I couldn't imagine what that would be like.
✧ Characters: Baizhu, Dottore, Scaramouche
✧ Baizhu
Being a doctor, he did have some experience with night terrors before. He is wary of medication, as he knows that’s not a permanent solution.
Not only that, but night terrors have underlying conditions, which are easier to treat than the terrors, themselves. So, he'll try to work with that.
Of course, he's beside you every single night when you sleep. So, if you're thrashing or screaming, he can calm you and bring you back to reality. 2-3 hours a night isn’t enough sleep, so he’ll usually ease your stress and help you rest some more.
Getting better is going to take a long time, that's something you'll need to come to terms with but it is possible. One thing is for sure, Baizhu will never give up.
✧ Dottore
He’s certainly seen cases before. Both mild night terrors and severe ones. He does have a few ideas to help them.
The last resort is medication for him, since it’s not the best thing to use to treat night terrors. The lack of sleep is the most worrisome for him, 2-3 is detrimental to the body.
Night terrors are frightening for both parties to deal with, so he takes it extremely seriously. It’s pretty much top priority for him. As mentioned earlier, he works on your sleeping the most. You need to sleep at least 7 hours a night.
You can expect him to be beside you every single night when you try to sleep. He’ll bring his research with him or a book, or even if he’s sleeping with you. He’ll hold your hand and even talk to you until you fall asleep. Dottore asmr.
✧ Scaramouche
He understands as he probably has a minor case himself. Unfortunately, he’s no doctor so he doesn’t actually know how to treat it. But that doesn’t mean he won’t look for ways.
He knows doctors and so he’s quick to try and get any of them to help. When you had your visit, he paid attention to every single word spoken by the doctor.
Scaramouche takes it extremely seriously. Not only that, he understands how detrimental it could be both psychologically and physically. He tries his best to find ways to soothe you back into sleeping.
Scara will try to make sure you get at least 7-8 hours of sleep in a day. It’s ok if it’s not in one night. As long as you rest. He keeps a close eye on your diet as well to make sure you have enough energy and sugars in a day and not go overboard.
#baizhu x reader#dottore x reader#scaramouche x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin baizhu#genshin dottore#genshin scaramouche#🖊─ pocky’s writings
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hiya ! its 🦈 anon
Could I req the male reader x drunk stone but instead its switched? ((oneshot, btw)) stone having to take care of drunk reader 💀
take your time + no pressure! have a good day/noon/evening :)
- 🦈 anon
Yay, I missed youuu! And yes ofc I would love to do that! Also sorry this took so long to post 😭😭
Alcohol Tastes Better Than Tears
Stone x Drunk! Reader
Pronouns: second person, gender neutral
Word count: 575
Tw: Alcohol, vomit
Today sucks. In fact, you've had a terrible day. First you blow the whole robbery on your own, and then you can't even steal an apple to make your friends feel remotely better about how horrible you've done. You've given up on being good at anything at this point.
You look down at your hand, staring at the bottle Stone handed you after the heist. You think he just felt bad and wanted to do something nice? But it honestly made you just feel worse. You feel so terrible that not even alcohol could fix it. Well it wouldn't hurt to try you think to yourself and before you know it you're putting the bottle up to the lips and taking a small sip.
That one sip turned into 2 sips, then 3 sips, then 4. Then that turned into you barely holding an empty bottle and trying to prop yourself up on the wall of whatever building you were next to. Your eyes flutter shut softly, as exhaustion hits you like a fright train with a vendetta.
You wake up to the clatter of a bottle and a male voice going "God...what the hell happened to you?". You force your eyes open and lay your eyes upon...an emo? "Whaa~...?" You say, trying to sit up more properly. All you hear in return is a sigh and a crisp "You're drunk". The man leans down to try to help you up before you push him away. "I dont evin know u" You say, your words slurring very aggressively.
"Oh god...my names Stone, we're...friends." He says, the worst friends looking like it's paining him to say, "I'm taking you back to the others".
That led to him trying to lift you up even slightly, which sounded almost completely impossible because your entire body felt like it was filled with lead. But eventually after you almost falling on your ass several times, he was finally able to force you up and being semi able to walk.
"I feel gross..." You say, leaning against Stone as he leads you through the streets. You hadn't even realized it got this dark. "Please don't vomit on me." He says, and almost on cue, you bed over and vomit. "Bloody hell..." He says, trying to prop you upright and continue to drag you away.
After about an hour of him dragging you after you vomiting (because he has the body strength of a malnourished owl) you both finally reach the alleyway, where he essentially drops you on the ground and you immediately pass out. As he grabs a nearby rag and places it on you, Vinnie leans against a wall. "Stone, is that really a good way to treat your crush?" She says smirking to herself.
He glares at her aggressively before speaking "They're not my crush." he says angrily. He stands upright and looks at her. "I'm just teasing, make sure you don't stay up late lovebirds." she says, the last part barely audible and then walks away.
He sighs and sits down next to your unconscious body, glancing down at you to make sure you're still breathing. Maybe...maybe I should tell them he thinks to himself before looking at the ground and noticing, something on his shoes. "IS THAT FUCKING VOMIT!"
Idk if this is any good, but I hope it is 😭
#ramshackle#stone ramshackle#stone x reader ramshackle#ramshackle x reader#I'm not sure if I portrayed drunkess properly#it's a talent atp#🦈 anon
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Hiya! Hope this message finds u well :3 I absolutely love your art; found you from insta! Quick question also; I’m not sure if you’ve answered this before, but which brushes do you use for ur digital art? I love the textures they’re so crunchy (endearing)!! Have a lovely day!! :D
hello!! here's a little brush tour ft. this half rendered martin.
also, a great app for ipad artists who really want to dig into texture is art set 4. i swear by it and i've been using it for about two years. none of my more recent art uses it, but that's just because i'm experimenting with my process rn
so here's a list of my most used brushes lately, and there will be links to all of them at the bottom of this post.
the two labeled "custom pencil" are both my own personal modified pencils (both sourced from the 6b pencil) but the narinder pencil and the vanilla 6b pencil are both very similar to them. i use these two for sketching and flat color specifically, and if you do specifically want these two brushes then i'd be happy to upload them somewhere for you to download, but they're not really necessary for texture
i also use G&B halftone brushes sometimes! but i greatly prefer the RSCO sample pack, and i cannot find the link to the G&B brushes no matter how hard i google, and pretty much any halftone brush set will do the same job
and here's what they look like in practice!
(i like to set these halftones to color burn. color burn is my most used blending mode, even for shading)
and then i hit "copy all," paste, and duplicate it. so you should have two layers of just your entire canvas. then import a paper texture
i'm partial to the set i'll link down below, my favorite is #5. you should absolutely check out the rest of the free texture packs on their website if you're wanting to diversify your texture process btw, all of their stuff is fantastic.
to use that texture, your layers should look like this!
on the layer set to the linear burn, i also like to go into the adjustments menu and bump up the brightness until all of the colors are at similar values to what they were before. and the normal layer on top is just to control the intensity/opacity of the paper texture!
after all of that, sometimes i'll go in with brushes like MM rake follow, or more from COFE's weird pencils, on top of all of those layers for finishing touches.
definitely play around with it, try new free brushes all of the time (i heavily recommended subscribing to Manero. they have a lot of free stuff and it's all fantastic) and see what works for you <3
here are the links to the brushes in this post, as well as some extras! some of them are paid and some of them are completely free. + it wasn't mentioned here, but i use the tatyworks linen fabric brush for blending! for any of the paid brushes, i'll try to link some free alternatives
paid brushes:
alternatives to paid brushes:
free brushes:
extra goodies:
#procreate art#procreate brushes#art tutorial#artists on tumblr#digital art#digital artist#art recommendations#art resources
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Hiya! I was wondering, if you want to and have the time..you definitely don’t have to!, if you could write a Derek x reader or Spencer x reader where reader isn’t BAU but it kinda takes place of season 3 episode 4 where they save the two kids from the foster home. And how Derek promises to get the boy out to a safe home? So like what I’m thinking is derek, or Spence, calls reader and is like “hey uh..I’ve got a kid and I think we should foster/ adopt him.” And reader loves the idea? Bc I just watched that episode and I think it’d be sweet and fluffy for derek to adopt a kid he help save if that makes sense? Again you don’t have to write it if you don’t like the idea! Love your works btw!<3
I love this request so much!!! hope you’ll like it!
Becoming a Family
Derek Morgan x fem!Reader
Summary: ⬆️
Warnings: none
WC: 1.065
Taglist: @envraijesaispas @rosecentury @taygrls @thisismeraki @thenerdthatwrites
You and Derek had been dating for a little while now, and while you weren't part of the BAU team, you were familiar with the kind of work that they did. So when Derek called you after a particularly difficult case, you knew that something was up.
"Hey, Derek. What's up?" you asked, wondering why he was calling you.
"Hey, Y/N. Listen, I know this might sound a bit crazy, but I need to ask you something," Derek said, sounding serious.
"Okay, shoot," you replied, feeling a bit nervous.
"So, today we rescued two kids, a girl and a boy" Derek began, his voice low. "The girl is going to be placed in a new home, but the boy, Tyler, has nowhere to go. He's a good kid, Y/N, and he needs a safe home to stay in."
You listened intently as Derek explained the situation, feeling a sense of sadness for Tyler.
"That's awful. But what does that have to do with me?" you asked, unsure of where Derek was going with this.
"Well, I was thinking...what if we fostered him? I know it's a lot to ask, but I just couldn't leave him there knowing that he needs a home," Derek said, his voice filled with emotion.
You were taken aback. You had always known that Derek was a compassionate person, but you never expected him to want to take on something like this.
"I don't know, Derek. That's a big decision," you said, feeling uncertain.
"I know it is. But Tyler needs a home, Y/N. And I think we could give him that," Derek said, his voice pleading.
You thought about it for a moment. You had never considered fostering before, but the thought of giving Tyler a safe and loving home was tempting.
"Okay, Derek. Let's do it. Let's give Tyler the home he deserves," you said, feeling a wave of determination wash over you.
As you and Derek began to make arrangements for Tyler to come live with you, one of the first things you decided to do was prepare a room for him. You wanted it to be a special place that he could call his own and feel safe and comfortable in.
You and Derek spent the next few days clearing out the spare room and brainstorming ideas for how to decorate it. You talked about what colors Tyler might like and what kind of furniture he would need. You even considered asking Tyler himself for his input once he arrived.
"I think we should paint the walls a bright blue," Derek suggested, holding up a paint swatch.
You took a look and nodded. "I like that. It's cheerful and fun."
As you began to gather your painting supplies, Derek turned to you and said, "You know, I'm really excited about this. I can't wait to be a dad one day."
You smiled at him. "You're going to be an amazing dad, Derek."
He grinned back at you. "And you're going to be an amazing mom."
Together, you spent the next few hours painting the walls and assembling Tyler's bed and dresser. You talked and laughed as you worked, imagining what it would be like when Tyler finally arrived.
As the room began to take shape, you couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness and contentment. This was where Tyler was going to sleep and play and be able to feel at home. And you and Derek had created it together, with love and excitement in your hearts.
As you stepped back to admire your handiwork, Derek put his arm around you. "I can't believe how lucky we are, Y/N. We have each other, and now we have Tyler. We're like a family."
You leaned into him, feeling grateful and blessed. "Yes, we are," you whispered.
And in that moment, as you stood in Tyler's newly decorated room, you knew that your decision to bring him into your home was the best one you had ever made.
Tyler was shy and withdrawn at first, but as he got used to his new surroundings, he began to open up. He loved spending time with Derek, who quickly became like a father to him.
As Tyler settled into his new life with you and Derek, it became increasingly clear that he was meant to be a permanent part of your family. He was a happy and energetic boy who loved spending time with both of you, and you couldn't imagine your lives without him.
One night, as you and Derek sat on the couch together after putting Tyler to bed, you brought up the topic of adoption.
"Derek, have you thought more about adopting Tyler for good?" you asked, feeling a bit nervous.
Derek turned to look at you, a small smile on his face. "I was actually going to bring that up myself," he said. "I think we should seriously consider it, Y/N. Tyler is our son in every way that matters, and I think it's time we made it official."
You felt a wave of relief wash over you. "I'm so glad you feel that way. I've been thinking about it a lot too, and I agree. Tyler is meant to be our son, and I want to make it official."
Derek took your hand in his. "Then let's do it. Let's make Tyler a permanent part of our family."
You leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling grateful for the love and support of this amazing man. Together, you began the process of making Tyler's adoption official.
It was a long and sometimes difficult journey, but in the end, it was all worth it. Tyler became officially and legally your son, and the three of you became an even stronger and more loving family.
It wasn't always easy, of course. Being a parent was hard work, and there were times when you and Derek were both exhausted and overwhelmed. But you never regretted your decision to take Tyler in. He brought so much joy and love into your lives, and you were grateful for every moment you got to spend with him.
And as you watched Derek playing with Tyler one day, you couldn't help but feel like everything had worked out exactly as it was meant to. You were a family, and you knew that nothing would ever change that.
#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds fanfic#criminal minds x y/n#criminal minds smut#criminal minds fanfiction#criminal minds#criminal minds fic#criminal minds oneshot#criminal minds imagine#derek morgan x you#derek morgan x reader#derek morgan x y/n#derek morgan#shemar moore
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Twdg gang when they have a crush
Hiya I would love too! Tysm for the request! Hope these will do <3!
TWDG Ericsson gang when they have a crush!
Violet
Violet would talk to you a lot more
And would give you the one or two awkward compliment
She’d never actively try to spend more time with you physically
But she always secretly wished that you’d spend time with her
She always gets really sad when you spend time with someone else but she’d never tell you that
She’d either walk off or if she’s feeling brave she’d make some excuse to talk to you
She’d also show you to all her places where she goes to be alone
She’d obviously give you pins!
She’d sometimes sing and dance with you if you where alone
And she’d take you stargazing duh!!!!
Mitch
Now mitch is a weird one
I either feel like he’d pretend you don’t exist and every time he sees you he speed walks away
Or he tries to get closer to you and spend more time with you
I’m going to say he does a mix of both!
One day he’s trying to impress you through flexing his strength, wood carving skills, and knife tricks
Then the next day he’d be too embarrassed to have a full conversation with you
If anyone called him out oh this he’d get all sulky and get into an argument before storming off
This mans never felt this way before so he’s very conflicted
Please be patient with him
He just doesn’t know how to display any other feeling other than anger lmao
Also this man gets jealous so easily
Whenever someone who isn’t him or Willy talks to you he’s in a Bad mood
Marlon
He’d always give you any breaks you wanted
And most of your jobs would be helping him with things!
He’d also try and get you to get closer with Rosie!
He’d always try and get to know you more and would spend any free time with you
He’d try to impress you with his mad archery skills
And he’d flex his loving side with you through him pampering Rosie
He would also try and make you laugh by small jokes here and there and even pulling silly faces at you
Heaven forbid you found a working camera and took a photo of him pulling that face
He’d let you keep it but if you ever showed anyone that man would be in a proper grump lmao
Louis
THIS MAN IS SO CLEAR WITH IT
he’d flirt with you all the time
He’d try to make you laugh all the time
He’d write and play you songs
He’d show off too you
He’d always spend his time with you!
I mean oh my lord it’s so obvious he’s head over heels for you lmao!
He’d also obviously be really nosy with you during the card game
I mean no matter if your new or not he’s only asking you questions
If you where comfortable with it, he’d also hug you goodmoring and goodnight!
Everyone knows about his crush on you and he’s proud of it
In the mornings it’s always
“Ah! Our lovely name has finally woken up! Oh how nice of you to Grace us with your presence.”
Aasim
He’s not very obvious tbh!
He’d write about you a lot though
You’d always see him look at you then quickly go back to writing
And he’d make very awkward small talk when you walk towards you when you were doing your chores
And if he was feeling a little extra he might even through in the sweet little compliment
If he knew you like literature he’d give you some of the old books he stole from the library and would also write you some silly stories!
He’d be so over the mood if you saved them btw! <:)
Omar
It’s kinda obvious tbh!
He’d treat you so well since he is a little gentleman
He’d always make you your favourite food and dessert and you always get first picks
And he’d maybe even listen to your advice if you where good at cooking
He’d also spend as much time with you as humanly possible unless you asked him to give you some space and he’d totally respect your wishes <3
Ruby
This girl is a a little less obvious but it’s still recognisable
She’d always laugh at your jokes
She’d always be on your side about most things
She’d also always tease you over the smallest of things!
She’d also hug you a lot more than anyone else lmao
Brody
When she has a crush on someone it’s so obvious!
This girls constantly blushing and complimenting you
And whenever you say something remotely nice to her she’s giving you a big goofy smile
She’ll constantly try to move closer to you
Oh and she will always asking to get the same job you’d I so she can be with you
#twdg#twdg louis#twdg mitch#twdg x reader#twdg marlon#twdg omar#twdg ruby#twdg violet#the walking dead game#twdg aasim
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did you even read the doc? YOUR the one making it all about autism when that wasn't the case at all and its so fucking rude to say "where is your empathy" to cutiesigh when she(? i’m not sure of the pronouns) lost a loved one as well and had Winndy do the exact same thing to her. why don't you ask Winndy where her empathy was when she "dropped paragraphs on cutiesigh after she lost her cousin?" Winndy slandered the community first by saying bad things about the community in the server. your pov is very biased to me and people like us shouldn’t be commenting on it if we weren’t in the server to begin with. respect everyones privacy in the matter and respect Winndy not wanting us to turn thins into a massive deal. she's dealing with a lot right now and all your doing is stirring drama and using her misfortune to your advantage. so grow the fuck up and stay out of this and respect Winndy's wishes while your at it.
Hiya- I was given permission by Winndy to say my piece after a back and forth of me not being able to get this in before the responses were made and I only made alterations after Saint made her doc. I read it 4 times over because it’s long with the inclusion of me reading Saints first response to Winndy in full around 3 times before the unedited version came out in response to Winndy’s response so I could have context on the situation.
Whether you like it or not- Winndy can not change the fact that they’re autistic and that this is a cycle many people with ASD/AUAD have faced and will still continue to face not only irl but also in online spaces- I’ve grown up with it, that’s why I have the words to call this cycle out. Yes- there are other issues that ARE being addressed, but I can’t blatantly ignore the fact that people with REAL LIFE struggles relating to this are being told to shut up when we bring up our grievances. I ask where is your empathy as someone who has not only lost family- but lost someone who wasn’t even family to me but was close enough to be a father figure because he not only was a classmate’s father- but my teacher. Losing him hurt me so bad, I can only imagine how his sons and daughter felt- how his wife felt who never retired from teaching the high school I went to afterwards. Saying “well they did it first so nyehhh!!!” doesn’t make it better, Winndy acknowledges that she should have handled it better when she was a MOD coming to the server owner with concerns, and I don’t see how you can’t take that situation and use it to better communication going forward to avoid another situation like what happened with last year. I’m sorry, but that’s how I see it. You don’t have to be happy with it and are more than able to just block me.
Btw- hope you like being on anon. 👍🏽 I can tell you’re mad with what I have to say, but, again, telling me to “grow up” because I gave my opinions and insight as someone who didn’t know I was autistic until I was an adult doesn’t make you any better, really. There are obvious things that are being overlooked and I’ve always stated that sometimes I just can’t hold my tongue. Again, the block button’s free. ✌🏽
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hiya! i hope you're doing alright and im not sure if requests are open, but could I possibly request a black dahlia (skullgirls) x female or gender neutral reader? i would really appreciate it!! you don't have to do this btw :D
Oh, I have been WAITING for a request Anon! Thanks for stopping by ;3 Might've been late also, schools starting n all, got exams :>
Thick skin, soft love.
Didnt get a description of what the plot's supposed to be so I'll just go fluffy
Black Dahlia x Fem!reader
WARNING: mentions of wounds and blood, as well as Dahlia just being herself <3
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God, she was smitten. But, bold she was as well. Did she care that people were around? No, course' not. Did it matter if showering you with countless soft kisses was inappropriate? No, not.
She was gentle, to you only- to her perfect girl only. Those cold and rough hand already carrying the blood of millions that seemingly turn all gentle and soft when it comes into contact with you, and you only.
Hardened by battles and drowned in gloomy past mistakes that inches closer to going away with every second with you around.
Keeping you was essential.
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The room felt only like a room as Black Dahlia sat, a bit injured and bloodied with a mix of her own scarlet iron and some of other unfortunate victims. Her prosthetic was a bit banged up, a few loose screws as well.
Inpatiently tapping her foot with expectancy until the door opens gently. Ah, oh- you... carrying things like a first aid kit and a tool box.
She just wanted to jump on you at this point. But, she started with a low chuckle and a smug smile.
"Deary, oh dear- you came for me, like you've always have." Black Dahlia sighs watching as you sat close to her and replying with the same air of smugness she had.
"And always will, until one of us hits the bucket as of course. Ah, you're all banged up Dahlia..." you reply with both worry and that cheesy smirk, a few balls of cotton in your hand already coated with wound solution as you gently dab it on her coarse and bruised skin.
"Careful there, got stones and glass all over myself, love." Dahlia doesn't flinch or wince though, but she still has the thought and instinct to be careful as she watches you take out a small tweezer with the intention of gently pulling out the debris and shards lightly impaled in her skin.
With a hearty and sharp hiss from Dahlia, you quickly take out the small stones and sharp glass out, dabbing it with a bit of wound solution just in case.
Dahlia sighed, staring at you the entire time with sweet fondness behind a hard stare.
Feeling suddenly your soft lips on her cheek gives her a feeling of relief and adoration as he leaned her head in with intent to make it last longer- to which you abide to.
A few long kisses shared and a few words exchanged, everything is finished and Dahlia breezed right through it. After all, she's felt worse.
She lays back on the bed, watching you silently with loving eyes as you worked to clean up everything, the first aid kit and the room itself.
'It's lonely' the thought was a murderer, and the solution...
"Love, come close and stay with me a bit- hm? It feels cold without you.." Dahlia beckoned for you to come closer which you follow with a small chuckle and nod as you stay beside her. Honestly, even in her newly treated condition she could probably still so a millenia of things and shoulder so much.
And you ended there, right in her lap with your head softly laying peacefuly. Her hand couldn't help but bundle itself up in your soft hair, combing with a gentleness akin to a mother's.
"After all of this, we'll go out. I'll get you something, hm?" It didn't feel like a question- but more like an obligation, a small sweet order itself it is though.
"Hah, sure... you take the honors of picking this time- alright?" You asked as she answered with a soft hum and a nod.
She holds you close with a tired sigh and a loving smile behind that mask. She hugs you gently, letting you rest your head in her shoulders as the two of you, after a long day- get some well deserved rest.
"Get some rest, my sweet girl."
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FIN
A/N: Eepy, might be ooc and kind of GN cause of how bad I am at refrencing genders! But, yey!! First Dahlia reqiest :) (first request in two years) also maybe errors...
#black dahlia#skullgirls#fem reader#x reader#fluff#fem x fem#fiction#writing#female reader#lesbian#kinda gay who knows
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Hello there! 👋 So, the HP TV series is underway, and fortunately, both David Yates and Steve Kloves are NOT involved, and HBO Max stated on its Twitter that this series will be faithful to the books.
Several websites, like Collider and ScreenRant and GameRant and Reddit, have articles stating that they hope that, in the TV series, Ron and Ginny, and Romione and Hinny, will be portrayed accurately to the books. It's nice that more people are starting to recognize that both characters and both relationships were severely under-represented in the movies, as well as acknowledging that so many of Ron's best moments, and even some of Harry's moments, in the books (the real canon) were all unfairly and stupidly given to Hermione in the movies because of Kloves and Yates — who instead kept making Hermione perfect and badass when she wasn't supposed to be and kept inserting non-canon Harmony moments that literally never existed in the books. Even Bonnie Wright recently admitted, in a podcast, that she was disappointed that she wasn't allowed to portray the real Ginny in the movies.
[BTW Harmony is such a bad ship name that literally doesn't even make sense if one actually read the books — Harry doesn't like Hermione romantically because he doesn't find her attractive, he's prone to ignoring her many times, and he finds her bossy know-it-all nature to be annoying, and he doesn't like it when he and Hermione are alone together without Ron because they have next to nothing to talk about.]
[At the very least, Daniel Radcliffe said in 2014 that he was very happy that Hinny happened, and he didn't like the thought of Harmony getting together because it would've been a bit predictable.]
I have three Asks for you:
1) Would you watch this TV series when it comes out in 2025, with the knowledge that it's (hopefully) going to be faithful to the books as promised and Yates and Kloves are NOT involved?
2) What do you hope will happen in the TV series? Personally, I hope that — in addition to Ron, Ginny, Romione and Hinny being portrayed accurately — the moment where Harry and Ginny play Exploding Snap at the end of Chamber of Secrets will be added in, as a Call-Forward to Cursed Child (as a married couple, Ginny tells Harry that, after she left the hospital wing and returned to the Gryffindor common room, everyone shunned her, but Harry played Exploding Snap with her to cheer her up, and his kindness towards her in that moment caused her to truly fall in love with him).
3) How much do you want to bet that, as soon as Kloves and Yates heard that the TV series is promising to be faithful to the books, they decided to stay out of it because it meant that they couldn't insert any more controversial non-canon moments towards Hermione and Harmony anymore?
Take your time responding and answering my questions, I know I wrote a lot 😅
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Hiya. Sorry this took so long.
I probably won’t be watching because. A. I don’t have hbo. And. B. I don’t really thought no the books need to be adapted again so soon. If at all.
I don’t consider cursed child canon. But I do think it would be nice for hinny to get some more bonding moments because the films severely shortchanged them.
Ooooh. I bet they were tearing their hair out.
Hopefully this answers all your questions.
#submission#harry potter#hinny#pro hinny#romione#pro romione#ron weasley#ginny weasley#ron weasley defense squad#ginny weasley defense squad#anti steve kloves#anti david yates#anti harmony#anti harmione
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Hello, I would like some angsty crack romance scenario/headcanon between Zuko and the reader. The character herself is a short, mute,non-bender with people constantly underestimating her even the Gaang sometimes. Even though she could kick people's butts even as a non-bender. She is very sensitive when people call her cute or any kind of nickname really. So my idea is she gets captured by Zuko in hopes to get information from her because he underestimates her. She communicates using sign language but he can't understand and calls Uncle Iroh to decipher. He starts asking questions and she gives witty and sarcastic answers in sign language as Uncle Iroh laughs and tells Zuko whats she saying. You can add whatever to this.
And I know I already requested this but I just wanted to add a bit more detail sorry.
‘Back to you’- Zuko x female!reader
Masterlist <3
An: HIYA! So,,,, i did this as a mix (which might just be what you meant lol) of headcannons/scenarios. Also, since reader’s like imprisoned and stuff, I didn’t feel the need to mention her height! Thank you for adding more detail btw! It helps alot <3 AND THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST OFC !!! CAN YOU TELL I GOT CARRIED AWAY? 2.7K WORDS!!
Summary:
You’re mute, and you get kidnapped by zuko when gathering materials. When on his ship, you realise maybe there’s more to him than what meets the eye.
Warnings: ITALICS WRITTEN IN ‘this’ FORMAT IS READER SIGNING!!, sparring/fighting, ANGST!!!!!!!!!
Getting captured by Zuko wasn’t something that was meant to happen, obviously. You were ambushed by his ship staff when collecting materials from the woods - a job you insisted on completing on your own. What an idea that was.
You put up a good fight, but unfortunately, there were too many firebenders against just the one non-bender. They did definitely seem surprised that you were as resilient and powerful as you were, a byproduct of Zuko measuring your strength based off of looks soley. You definitely left a few cuts and bruises.
Eventually, one of the benders knocked you out, a blunt object hitting your head with too much force for you to take. The rest was a blur, though it’s obvious they just carried you back to their ship.
You awoke in a dark cell, illuminated by a single crack in the door. Bars split the room in half, making an even smaller space - not that you could move around anywhere. You looked to your arms, finding chains that bound you to the rusted metal wall. You sighed, stretching your unbound legs around, pins and needles becoming more and more prominent. Suddenly, the door slammed open, and you shut your eyes tightly - partly from the sudden jumpscare, and partly from the amount of dust flying into your eyes. You returned your legs back to their original place - much closer to you.
“Finally, you’re awake.” a gravelly voice spoke, one you didn’t recognise.
Your eyes fluttered open, and you turned to the source, finding who you can only assume to be the infamous Zuko - one you’ve heard plenty of tales about, but never had the displeasure of meeting. Well, that was until today.
“Took you long enough,” he muttered, sitting down behind the rusty bars.
“We can do this easily and quickly, as long as you cooperate.”
‘And what if I don’t?’ you raised your brows as you signed, amused, and not at all threatened.
His eyebrows furrowed, “What?”
You looked to the side awkwardly, signalling an ‘x’ with your hands, before making a talking motion, hopefully he would get the hint.
He sighed, dropping his head into his hand, “Just my luck.”
You laughed, leaning your head against the wall.
“So, you speak in sign.” you nodded, and he thought for a moment. “My uncle knows sign!” his face lit up, and he scrambled to his feet, quickly evacuating the claustrophobia inducing space.
Not too long after, he returned with a man many decades older than him in hand. The older fellow had a gentle look, and a very welcoming smile. They sat back down, and you sat a little straighter.
“Hello.” The older gentleman said, “My name is Iroh, and this is my nephew, Prince Zuko.”
You were just about to sign ‘pleasure’ but you realised, no, it wasn’t in fact a pleasure, they held you captive. You chose to simply introduce yourself.
‘y/n,’
“Her name is Yn.” he interpreted, and you winked at zuko, who seemed to get more mad.
“That’s not important!” he lashed out. “What do you know about the avatar?”
‘He’s a bald kid with an arrow on his head. He airbends too.’
Iroh laughed, not expecting such a statement, struggling to translate to the teenager.
“She- she said he’s a bald kid with an arrow on his head.”
“We need real information! What am I supposed to do with that! Tell me where he’s hiding!”
You paused, blinking in surprise, before licking your lips, and signing, ‘How should I know? I’m here, and he’s somewhere that’s not here.’ you paused, looking at the old man this time, ‘Your nephew needs to relax. Like, desperately.’
“How should she know, she’s here and he’s somewhere that’s not here,” He smiled, “And I agree, he does need to calm down.”
The prince blew a fire into your cage, which you barely dodged. You immediately stood up, tugging against the old chains in an effort to break them.
‘Watch it loser! Do you not have any manners?! As a prince, you should know better. If I was a firebender, I’d match the scar on the other side, you no good doing dunderhead! Useless! This is why you can’t catch a 12 year old. TWELVE.’
Iroh stared at you, wide eyed and speechless.
“What’d she say?”
…
“I’m not even gonna try.”
Zuko and Iroh called it off for the day, deciding to return the next in another attempt for information out of you.
The prince thought long and hard about each question, the sort of answers he would need, and how to get you to cooperate. It infuriated him that you couldn’t speak, mainly because he felt excluded and lonely when you and his uncle spoke. Though, Iroh always made an effort to include him.
The sun finally rose, you could tell by the marching upstairs, and very loud yells from the teenager. Being only recently hit, added to being on a boat with no clue of the time, you started to get a headache - which may or may not have affected your patience.
Much to your dismay, the pair returned.
“Good morning, Yn.”
‘Is it really though?’
“I guess not,” Iroh laughed, and you did too.
Zuko’s eyes looked between you two, a scowl on his face.
“She said ‘is it really tho?’”
“Oh.”
They sat down awkwardly, and your eyes remained trained on Zuko, his mannerisms seemingly getting more tense by each passing second.
“I’m gonna ask you again. Where. Is. The. Avatar.”
‘Dude. I don’t even know what time it is, in what universe would I know?’
“I don’t even know what time it is, in what universe would I know?” Iroh repeated out loud.
“In this universe. Didn’t they tell you their plans?”
‘You think we have a plan?’
“You think we have a plan?”
“Yes!? How else would he be able to evade me.”
‘Have you ever considered, you’re just not good at combat?’
“Have you ever considered you’re just not good at combat?”
“I am!” He grabbed the bars.
‘Who are you trying to convince here?’
“Who are you trying to convince here?”
“I’m not trying to convince anybody!”
You raised a brow, nodded sarcastically, as if to say ‘whatever floats your boat’.
“You should learn to be afraid. Who’s got the upper hand here?”
‘I don’t even have hands.’ you shrugged, showing off your chained hands.
��She said she doesn’t even have hands.” Iroh struggled to say, laughing.
“UGH!” Zuko said, throwing his head back in annoyance, showing off his perfectly sculpted jaw - maybe you should keep that thought to yourself though.
“What am I meant to do? She won’t listen!” He said, exasperated.
“Maybe you’re just asking the wrong questions.”
“Fine. Um, where were you and the avatar last?”
..‘Didn’t you literally kidnap me from there?’
“Didn’t you literally kidnap her from there?”
“MAYBE YOU SHOULD TRY ASKING OKAY? IT’S HARD!”
Things continued to escalate as Zuko began to lose his temper further.
‘Say, let's make a deal.’
“She’s proposing a deal.”
‘We spar, and if I win, you set me free. If you win, I’ll tell you everything I know about Aang.’
“She’s suggesting you spar, if she wins you grant her freedom, and if you win, she’ll tell you all you need to know about the avatar.”
“Do you think that’s a fair deal?”
“I think so.”
“Okay. I accept.”
So, in shackles, they took you up to the deck. Once up, Zuko and Iroh went on one side and you on the opposite.
“Stay focused Prince Zuko, don’t underestimate her, she has a determined look in her eyes - one that rivals the fury of a firebender.”
“Uncle, this will be easy. I’m going to win.”
And on the opposite side, you were observing the armour they gave you - big, bulky and so very tacky. And so you opted to remain armour-less, it was so obvious how to take Zuko down - you didn’t really sweat it.
“No armour huh?” a guard said, and you waved your arm dismissively, yawning to show you think this’ll be easy.
The guards laughed, earning a glare from both the prince and the retired general.
You stabilised your feet on the ground, arms up defensively.
“What kind of bender are you?” Iroh asked sweetly.
‘None.’ you scoffed, rolling your eyes.
“She’s a non bender.” he said, eliciting a loud chuckle from the teen.
You grinned at the pair, waiting for them to be ready - you could almost taste your freedom.
“3..”
“2…”
“1. FIGHT!” Iroh howled.
He immediately lunged closer, using his fire to propel him forward. You didn’t move, you waited and listened and observed. His breaths were already quite laboured due to the fire, his movements were sharp yet uncalculated - a horrible mix. His arm was perpendicular to his body, other one back, a flame cocooned in his fist. Just as it was about to hit your face, you wrapped your hands around his arm and pulled it over your head, turning around just before kicking his back to the ground. He let out an ‘oof’ sound as his body hit the cool deck, laboured breaths exiting you from the adrenaline. Just as you were about to celebrate, he kicked his foot up, a spark uncannily close to your figure - causing you to fly back in self defence. Zuko jumped back to his feet, the shocked look on his face quickly getting replaced by a scowl. You reentered a solid stance and faced him menacingly, contrasting the pleased look on your face. You motioned ‘come’ with your hands - impatiently waiting for the cat to pounce. He blasted four more flames towards you, which you expertly dodged, inching closer and closer with each avoidance. You were at arms length when he loaded another blast. Quickly, you redirected his arms, evading death by a single second. Using the proximity to your advantage, you raised your knee to his chest, slowing his thought process down due to the pain, and after landing that leg, you swiped your other leg under his unstable ones, and with a groan, he fell yet again. You slid to the ground, pinning the prince’s arms above his head.
Then, there was silence.
Only sound coming from the strained breaths from you and the enemy beneath you. Your eyes locked with his, suddenly seeing him in a new light. The prince seemed to see the same, evident as he stopped struggling against your tight grasp. You neared his face slowly, mouthing ‘I win’ slowly, soundlessly. His face reddened, and eyes widened, mouth opening and closing - somewhat mimicking that of a fish.
Iroh yelled something about the match ending - declaring you the winner. You leaned back from your spot, signing to zuko, ‘What? Cat’s got your tongue?’ which his uncle repeated to him.
His face’s shade deepened, and he used his hands to hide it - an effort in vain, you’d already seen enough. Gently, you removed his hands from his face, and he slowly sat up, causing you to fall into his lap. It was as if time slowed, there was no anger, or resentment or fear, just warmth. Just the presence of two people discovering their feelings. It was weirdly comforting, even with your heart beat being so erratic. It was at that moment that the boy’s peripherals became more focused, a deck empty of staff surrounding him. Of course his uncle decided to leave him. He refocused his eyes on you, only to see yours wandering down to his lips. Soft and so very kissable. Before you knew it, he began to lean in too, arms wrapping around you. Your own reached to his face, cupping his pudgy cheeks in your warm hands. Subconsciously, he leaned in. As if a magnetic force took over, your lips suddenly crashed into his, your passion returned with just as much fervour from his side. You shut your eyes tightly, bodies pressed so close together, fitting like the last two pieces in a puzzle. His lips were delicate, dissimilar to his fiery personality - though, it did grow on you during the short period of time you had together. Your noses collided briefly, making you laugh. The kiss broke due to your giggle, and Zuko watched you laugh, a smile tugging on his lips as he heard the carefree, melodic noise.
Though, the thought lingered on his mind - you’re leaving today. The pain in his heart was deep, an ache caused by a sharp stab in his gut, a scar left on him, he felt like a stray kitten just having found a home, and now he was to lose it to his own stupid agreement to a deal. He sighed, and you poked him in his chest, and tilted your head to the side.
“It’s nothing,” he began to get up, causing you to fall out of his lap and onto the solid ground - a look of mock anger on your face. “I’ll go get your backpack.”
Right, he took it. It wasn’t filled with anything important. Just the necessities - a notebook and pen in case you run into someone who doesn’t understand sign and a few snacks. This angered Zuko at first, he was expecting to loot a map, or any sort of treasure or information, but no. Just some things. Tidbits from your life. You could often tell alot about someone using what they carry, but he felt as if he already knew you despite not knowing much. The days you’d been here felt like years, and passed like seconds.
It was only after the prince left in which you realised you were leaving. And you’ll definitely miss him. You scrambled to your feet and followed his direction. Some guards pointed to his room, and you just signed ‘thank you’, which even if they didn't understand, they probably got the hint. You finally made it to his chambers, a large black door with red and gold details towering over you, slightly ajar. You peeked through the crack and knocked.
“Come in.” The boy assumed it was his uncle.
You slithered in and shut the door behind you.
“Yn.” he said, surprised, a faint pink tinting his cheeks, dropping your things back onto his bed.
You walked up to Zuko, wide eyed and nervous, though you tried to keep that discreet. You grabbed your notebook from his bed, pen in your hand, and wrote: ‘I’ll miss you, blasty.’, turning it around to show him, your face glowing with a massive grin.
His face deepened in shades, a dopey smile playing on his face. “I’ll miss you too,”
You paused and looked at him, mulling over your next words. You scribbled something down, and hid it from his view. You ripped the paper and handed it to him folded up, not letting him read it yet. You leaned in again, this time to his cheek, and planted a soft and gentle kiss. He frowned, pulling your face back, this time to his lips. This one wasn’t like the first, it wasn’t blissful or happy. This was a goodbye kiss. And you both knew that. His lips felt almost sour this time, a bittersweet flavour matching the bittersweet farewell. Little did you know, he was fighting tears, biting back the salty water threatening to drip, pooling at his lower lash line - but he refused to let it drip. He refused to be emotional. Because this is what he deserved, to lose the people he loved. He deserved to be in pain. But you? You didn’t. He knew it would hurt deeper if you saw how upset he was, and so he kept it in. No matter how difficult. Your lips separated, his glossy eyes wandering your face for the last time. You leaned over the bed, breaking the moment short, and grabbed your things, waving goodbye before exiting the room, a frown on your face. As soon as your figure disappeared, he slumped onto his bed, dropping his face into his hands. He groaned, finally letting the emotions overtake him, tears slipping down endlessly. Zuko’s arm roughly wiped away the liquid from his features, though it just kept coming, his other hand fumbled to open the note. The firebender’s mouth opened slightly, eyes rereading the text over and over and over. ‘Find you way back to me, Zuko :)’
His body felt numb and guilty, his morals conflicting. But alas,
“I’ll find my way back. I promise.” he whispered.
An: Tbh I really shocked myself with this one, I had a lot of fun writing this angst! As always, hope you enjoyed reading, SEE YA! <3
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Hiya! For the writers truth & dare ask game, I'd love to know about..
🕯️On a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? Why is that?
🍄Share a headcanon for one of your favourite ships or pairings
❄️What's a dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best? (also, which character would be involved)
🌿Give some advice on writer's block and low creativity (or energy⚡if you like)
🏜️What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?
🌸Do you have any pets? If you do, post some pictures of them
I'm btw planning on reading more Righting Reflex in the evening, I just really need to get at least one and a half more tasks done today for my portfolio. Sending you much love 💚🦎
Thank you, love!! This is way too long, so I will put it under a 'read more'
🕯️On a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? Why is that?
Maybe a 3? Like, I don't hate it but I'm not too fond of it either. I enjoy reading what I have written more often than not and I like putting [GERMAN WORD] or [TBD - WRITE SMTH ABOUT XY] ever so often while writing, but I don't enjoy changing the story afterwards much. I rarely change big things, usually only a scene or two and a few expressions. That said, I have to read every scene like 15 times before posting to scour for errors - and I am certain I am missing so many anyway.
🍄Share a headcanon for one of your favourite ships or pairings
Okay, let's go with fugitive Doctor/River. (Did you expect this by any chance? ;) )
You know this bit:
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[ID: two gifs from The Husbands of River Song of River saying "Do you know who you remind me of? My second wife!". end ID]
People have been speculating that she is talking about 13, which I get, definitely. But I want to argue that it is the superior interpretation that she would be talking about the fugitive Doctor (or another incarnation the Doctor has forgotten about but where would be the fun in that?). For the following reasons:
Vibes. This is the important point. River says 12 reminds her of the wife, so they have to be alike-ish. And I feel like 12 and the fugitive Doctor have a certain similarity in their demeanour. I think a big thing is how they hold themselves upright, actually, but also the whole Danny calling 12 an officer when the fugitive Doctor actually is one. Also the underlying kindness both of them possess and the end-life-crisis. They both lose all of their companions (Clara, Bill and Nardole vs Karvanista, Gat and Lee - one lives on but they can never see them again/forget about them, the other two die (or that's what they believe at least) and it is their fault) and I would argue they both are thinking about not regenerating this time. (I reckon the fugitive Doctor does not have a choice though.)
Loss. See the last point. The Doctor loses everything in fotj. Give her her wife, at least, please. Let River bring her some love and companionship <3 13 loses a lot as well but she's got Yaz. Which also leads us to:
Thasmin. Like, you know, if River had been tangibly in the 13th Doctor's life in any way, thasmin would have kissed. 100%. They didn't, so River didn't marry 13, simple as that.
Timelines. River does not know about more faces of the Doctor and well, 13 is older than 12. Of course, she could lie to her and yes, River gets married a little carelessly, so she might have married some John Smith!13. But if she met the fugitive Doctor - who seems very different from the timelord she knows and has no recollection of the Doctor's life, it would be easy for her to draw the conclusion that the Doctor is just some other person going by that name. And the fugitive Doctor would forget about her, of course. There's also a good possibility, River isn't actually married to the Doctor but to Ruth.
Time, Doctor's side. Honestly, 13 just doesn't have enough time to get married to River. Am I still hoping we will get those two on screen (or audio) together? Of course! But 13 is kinda busy, most of the time we either see her with the fam (who don't know River, see lotsd) or very occupied with stuff (like apocalypses or prison).
So, yeah, headcanon: The fugitive Doctor is River's second wife.
(The first is Cleopatra, right? Like Idk if there is canon confirmation but it feels true.)
❄️What's a dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best? (also, which character would be involved)
Okay, when I read this question, I thought I wouldn't have any idea. But I have. Several. Lets start. Fics I would will into existence if I could:
Full-length Little VVomen.
I know we won't get the movie, but I'll gladly take it as a novel fic. Just for an explanation: Little VVomen is a parody trailer for a crossover of Louisa May Alcott's Little Women and the horror movie VVitch (I assume, I don't actually know VVitch). And it is glorious. Just -
- If it's about a girl, make sure she's married by the end.
- Does it have to be to a man?
lives in my head rent free. I want a full story of Jo March saying gay rights, writing spells and sacrificing innocent men, pretty please <3 And I really, really want to know what's up with the Sean!devil.
This is the trailer btw:
youtube
Anyone write this please? (If I could choose, I'd ask Sean and Sinead who wrote the trailer, but I fear, I am already stretching the definition of fic here and using the authors of the og trailer probably defeats the purpose of this question.)
2. Strax fairytale!! written by you :)
Strax as a fairytale protagonist is SUCH an inspired idea and I am hoping very much that you will get round to it some day. But I can't really tell you anything about that that you don't know better yourself.
Or, maybe, I can: I have become kinda enarmoured with the 'Strax as the faithful Johannes' idea, I have always adored that tale, mainly for the tragedy and extremely strong friendship theme. Like, it is so clear that the king's most important relationship is his friendship to his servant. The princess is lovely but they barely know each other, yet. And I think there is SO much potential to improve the abduction scene and the ending. So, yeah, I have been turning that around in my head a bit.
But no matter which tale you will pick, if you ever write a fic for him, I am sure I will absolutely love it!
(also, like, I could mention any of the fairytale ideas you have told me about, here)
3. Heather is an integral part of s10 by @marvellouspinecone
You remember that genius powerpoint Pine made, I assume? Wouldn't it be spectacular if someone wrote that as a fic for me to read? I would choose Pine as the author because she understands the vision best, of course. But, like, I am so grateful already that the powerpoint exists for me to read and dream about :)
(Hi, Pine, not sure you want to read the whole post, but you might see the tag. This is not a request, please don't understand it as such, because that would be incredibly impudent on my part. This is just fancy ideas of mine and a praise to your vision <3)
4. Tenteen is played by Jo Martin by DiscipleOfBrad
So, I actually enjoyed the 60th anniversary (at least wild blue yonder, that much very much had a premise of my type of dw ep) but I still believe we could have done better than bringing back dt for the umpteenth time. (Listen, he is lovely, don't get me wrong, and I liked '14' too, but just - )
I have written a post about why I think making the fugitive Doctor's face return would have been a more interesting choice and I would still love to read it as a fic.
I don't really care whether it would be a simple retelling of the three eps with her instead of tenteen or a completely different tale. I WOULD like to see Donna though (because can you imagine?? Also that scene where Donna just acts like she knows the Doctor all of a sudden? When the Doctor doesn't even really know herself but feels like she should?) and if we could spring for some Karvanista on top, that'd be ace <3
I would give this one to DiscipleOfBrad because I trust them to write a convincing fugitive Doctor. I really enjoyed her in The Cul-de-Sac (which btw I can highly recommend if you'd like some soft thasmin and an intriguing premise. There is a heavy side of whouffaldi, though, I'm not sure whether that is your thing?).
🌿Give some advice on writer's block and low creativity (or energy⚡if you like)
I feel like it always helps me to get myself into a 'I can't do anything else now anyway' situation? That's why trainrides are so good for writing. I just need to be in a situation where I can't take care of more pressing matters, so it won't feel overwhelming if I don't take care of them?
Like, I will rather scroll tumblr than work on my thesis but I won't write. But if I am away from wifi, I might not be able to work on the thesis anyway, so I will easier find the peace of mind (and hence energy and creativity) to write?
Idk maybe that's just me. Maybe it's not working at all either. Honestly, I don't quite know where energy, creativity or motivation to write come from. They just knock and then they're there.
🏜️What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?
Well, obviously, I adore long comments, who doesn't? But just saying 'long' feels both greedy and like cheating, so let's talk content.
I think, what excites me most in a comment is when I can sense the enthousiasm? It doesn't necessarily have to be for the content of my fic, I had someone write 'YOU MADE A CROSSOVER FOR THESE TWO FANDOMS?? THEY'RE MY FAVOURITE!!" and it made me smile for a day. Just, I write those things because I love the characters and themes and if someone shows that they share this passion? That's community, that's what we're searching for, isn't it?
But also I got a comment today that was just a bunch of predictions about the next chapter of my current fic and that felt amazing! Generally, when people notice things or I feel they have been paying attention, that is SO GOOD. That's probably also why we love long comments. I mean, generally, every second you spend reading the comment is gold, so the longer the comment the more seconds there are, but also a long comment will usually go into detail. Make predictions. Notice things. Talk about how they perceive the characters and why something made sense/surprised them. Quote your fic back to you. And like, all of that is so much fun. It's like reading your story again, remembering why you wrote it. It's the best feeling in the world.
I very dearly love comments.
🌸Do you have any pets? If you do, post some pictures of them
I don't 😭 The place where I live doesn't allow pets and besides, I am away a lot and not planning on staying in this town much longer anyway. So, yeah, it'd be difficult to have a pet. I really, really want to though. Preferably a cat but I'd be so happy with a dog as well. Or a turtle? Or bunny? Or a lizard? I think you could make me happy with almost any mammal and many types of reptiles <3 (not much into insects or fish though. And I feel weird about birds in cages.)
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hiya raz! idk why but when i read your 3 fun facts i immediately wanted to pair you with aziraphale. i’ve only seen one episode of good omens but i feel like he would appreciate your crocheting abilities :’)
no obligation to answer, i’m sure your inbox is full, but here are my 3 fun facts:
1: i have a degree in animation! i focused on character design, world building and storyboards/animatics
2: i love art history, art museums (museums in general actually, love a good science museum) but i’m especially interested in architecture, especially when i’m able to take good reference photos for my art.
3. i’m really into cryptids. of course the classics like mothman and bigfoot. but i’m also a sucker for the flatwoods monster and the fresno night crawlers. (and aliens, of course, but i wouldn’t consider those cryptids.) i think the folklore of each creature is so interesting, even if you don’t believe it, it impacts the local culture so much.
i hope you’re doing well! :3
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Omg ZIRA!! AAAH!! A perfect match for me tbh. Thank you so much for matching me btw <3 that's super sweet and so much appreciated. I am also okay, thank you. Chugging away as per the usual.
Now, onto your own match.. hmm...
Bucky Barnes from Marvel!
Bucky is awe-struck by your talent when it comes to animatics and story-telling. He's been around a good while and he knows a good story when he comes across one. He hasn't quite got the hang of social media but he'd definitely share all the posts of all your work if you let him. Bucky doesn't really get the fascination for history (given that he's been around for a lot of the modern part of it) but he does like art. There's just something about art galleries that he finds so peaceful. I feel like he'd get really into photography actually, and that he'd end up taking really good pictures and showing them to you and seeing if you wanted them as ref images. He's not so into cryptids, but he adores how into them you are.
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tiffany: woman who was abandoned as a lil kid and would now do ANYTHING to be seen as valuable and lovable by ANYONE, including putting herself in the line of danger. will annoy people into giving her attention, adores anyone who gives her any neutral/positive attention. rough and tumble tomboy sort, but can be SO loving if someone is loving towards her. very henchgirl coded, love language of acts of crimes i mean service. (plop her into any verse btw, no need to keep it pacrim. ;3 )
So this is.... More than 100 words. I hope you enjoy!
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Energy thrums through her veins as she makes her way downstairs, settling at the worn old table. She’d like to think she’s hiding it well, but judging by the suspicious glances John, Henry, and her mom shoot her, she’s really not. Henry’s eyes linger on her the longest, sharp and assessing, and just a bit fearful. Which is ridiculous, really; she’s only pranked him like once (okay, maybe twice, but the second time it was really more payback, so). In any case, he has nothing to worry about this morning. Unlike some people.
She smiles back brightly. “Hiya! Did you sleep okay?”
“Should I not have?”
“No, I just-”
The sound that slips from her mom’s lips can only be called a snort. It’s quick, soft, a moment there and gone in a heartbeat, but it’s enough to let Tiffany know that someone else has come down to breakfast.
“Nikola, what a-delightfully bold look!” There’s only the slightest wobble to her mom’s voice, just a hint of amusement. “I could never pull it off myself, of course, but I think on you it’s quite-” She pauses. Takes a deep breath. “Memorable.”
Henry finally dares look away from Tiffany to see what’s going on, and Tiffany takes that as her cue to look at her masterpiece: every hair on Nikola Tesla’s head, now electric blue. (In her defense, who uses blue shampoo? It’s like he was asking for someone to slip color into it. And, hey, he likes electricity, right? Electric blue should be perfect for him.) His lips are pressed tightly together, irritation written across his face.
Silence falls across the room for five long seconds. Then, John breaks, laughing loud and full. The others follow suit, and Tiffany inhales, letting their joy wash over her. Man, she’s never going to let Tesla forget about this.
The man in question scowls, turning to John. “Johnny, can you please control your daughter?” He snaps, and the humor drains from Tiffany in a heartbeat, replaced with ice cold dread.
Because John’s-John’s great, and he married her mom, and he makes her mom happy. He’s good to them, to all of them, and he treats them like absolute royalty. But she knows-she knows better than to think that he-
He-
He had a daughter, once. Had. Lost. Never even got to bury. He may love Tiffany, may protect her and spend time with her and give her what she needs, but that doesn’t mean she has the right to call him dad. Only one girl ever had that right, and Tiffany knows she’ll never be able to compare. John’s going to get mad at Tesla, they’re going to fight, and then Dr. Magnus will be mad at all of them, and it’ll all be Tiffany’s fault.
“Sweetheart?” John says suddenly, and Tiffany pauses, gathering herself. He always does that: tosses out pet names for them, with ease but not with flippancy, like-like he means them.
She swallows. “Yeah?”
“Dark green for next time, hm?” He smiles at her, warm and fond, and she shoves a bite of food in her mouth to hide the sob that works its way up her chest and into her throat. He isn’t angry; he’s amused and happy, and he loves her, and he didn’t argue when Tesla called her his daughter, and maybe, just maybe, this is real.
He trades a glance with her mom that’s all sappy and loving, and Tiffany pretends to roll her eyes, but she doubts she’s convincing anyone.
(There is another glance she does not-will not-see: A half smile, there and gone in an instant, from a man born of lightning and loneliness, who has always been too much and not enough all at once. He knows what it is to scream in sarcasm and mischief because it is the only love language you’ve ever learned, to annoy because it is easier than to beg for love. He knows exactly what gift he’s given her, and some blue hair is a small price to pay for it.)
#answered#thanks for the ask!#lattes of love#latte's ocs#my fics#my writing#mine#sanctuary#tiffany#cleo#not pictured: me scrambling to get this posted as my laptop rapidly dies
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hiya! how are you?
I just wanted to say that you're amazing, and I'm so so happy I found your acc🫶🫶🫶
btw, I'm new in this world of anime, I'm only watching One Piece, Demon's Slayer and Spy X Family, do you have any recommendations of animes? please not that sad because my heart can't take the sadness well😭😭😭
thank you thank you thank you~🧡
hello anon !! i’m alright and i hope you’re too <3
thank you sm 🥹 you guys are feeding me w compliments and i’m literally jumping around my room like a little girl
anyway, i can think of inuyasha, the ghibli movies !!!, if i’m not wrong there’s the anime too of the manga “miss kobayashi’s dragon maid” which i’m enjoying reading so idk maybe you can give the anime a look? also give a watch at jujutsu kaisen too !!!! you might like the genre i think . . . and and and,
i’m not that good at recommending not so sad anime also bc i’ve read mostly mangas, i’m kinda new to the anime world too hehe. sorry >_<
oh! there’s also evangelion to watch imo, everyone should watch it at least once in their life. not exactly the happiest and soft anime out there, but still . . .
my friend recommended fruit’s basket to me, a while ago! i’m not sure if it’s happy or not but yeah, we’re putting it in the list too ^_^
#📮 — questions !!#i’m sorry if i disappointed you >_<#maybe ppl will see this post and recommend something else too#i’m looking for new animes to watch too
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Hi! Could you please explain (inspire) your night classes routine? Thank you 😊
Hiya! I'll be happy to answer your question!
So, basically, I enrolled on a coding night class that the UK Government gave away for free (I know, shocking). I thought "Why not try it out?" so I submitted my application and I got accepted! If you are in the UK and a UK citizen, you should totally try it out! It's called "Trilogy’s Skills Bootcamp in Front-End Web Development" - it says BootCamp but it's really just classes. The instructors themselves nickname the BootCamp as being "night classes" so that is why everyone calls it night classes as well.
🌙 Basic Info on the Night Class
The website for more information - LINK
Part-time - 16 weeks long
4 days a week - Tuesday to Friday
3 hours long per class day - 2 hours on Friday
Over Zoom meetings
Very interactive so you get to know your classmates a lot - made 2 friends from there!
🌙 What do you learn in the classes?
HTML, CSS, Advanced CSS, Bootstrap 4 & 5, JavaScript, Web APIs and React.js - then towards the end you build 2 big projects in groups to complete the class and get the certificate.
🌙 What do you learn in the classes?
Above is my Google Calendar that shows my class set - this is next week's classes btw. You get to choose during your application either the day classes (2pm-5pm) or the night classes (6pm-9pm) and so obviously I am at work and doing my apprenticeship during the day, I chose the night classes.
I give myself an hour before each class as a study time for the classes so I catch up on any homework from the previous day or week I haven't done and to even study ahead of time on what the next week's topic is about. Each week is different e.g. week 1 was all HTML, week 2 was CSS3, week 3 Advanced CSS3 and so on. Therefore, it's good to study ahead if you're falling behind a bit, like some of my classmates are. But I also add another 1 hour after class to go over my notes from that day's class.
On Fridays (really after Thursday's class) we are given our week's challenge (weekly mini-projects really) to complete by next week's class which is on a Tuesday. Friday's classes are really going over the challenge's requirements, going over some demos and even starting the challenge during class and we have the instructors to help us, which I really appreciate. During class, it is flexible as they do give us 15 mins breaks to go do stuff
So my night-time routine really looks like this:
5 pm: Study last week's classes' work or study ahead for this week
6 pm: In class
7 pm: In class
8 pm: In class
9 pm: Go over class notes / maybe start the challenge
10 pm: Break
10:30 pm: Work on apprenticeship work or actual work's projects
On my Instagram, which I have abandoned oops but I'll go back to posting, I shared about the earlier weeks' experience in the night class so you can check that out to see what it's like! But I hope this post answered your question! If not, leave more questions - that goes to anyone reading as well!
Thank you for reading, have a nice day/night and happy coding! 🙌🏾💗🌷
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