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pablitogavii · 8 months

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Clingyy

"Amooooor!!! Don't go!! Porfavooorrr!" Pablo was whining while laying on the bed pulling on your waist hoping you would just give in and cuddle with him.

You planed a pool night with some of the Barça Wags awhile back and now everyone was finally back at Barcelona so you decided tonight would be a great time to hang out finally.

"Cariño, I promised them! Besides, we will cuddle all night when I get back??" you say turning around and cupping his now pouting face which looked way too adorable not to kiss.

Once your lips collided he added his tongue (look at that gif hehe) deepening the kiss and pulling you on top while you moaned. You pulled away quickly knowing exactly what he was trying to do right now, little devil!

"You're trying to bribe me to stay!" you say sitting up still straddling his lap and his hands squeezed your ass while he chuckled nodding his head trying to kiss you again but you pulled back making him fall back down in exaggeration. You just laughed it off and left to get changed.

Barça Boys Groupchat

pablitoo: i fucking hate when they go out alone!!

frenkie: me too! 😒

pepito: ikr! why can't we join too???

lewy: bc it's girls night😑

ferran: ngl i wanted mine to stay for a diff reason 😏

pepito: me too!

frenkie: same!

pablitoo: me too!

You wore your new red bikini looking for a dress when Pablo called your name form the room again. He was so clingy and you LOVED it secretly!

"Si?" you say peeking through the closet and he used his fingers to show you to move closer which you did giving him a full view of your bikini set.

Bikini you wore:

"You're not wearing that one when I'm not there amor!" he said pulling you close and placing his grabby hands on your hips massaging them slowly. You were slowly getting turned on whenever he would act all possessive like this.

"It's gonna be just us girls at the pool cariño.." you say sitting down on his lap letting his hands roam your body freely really much hating that you can't just stay right now.

"Hmm but I prefer to be the only one to see you in this one princesa.." he said kissing between your breasts and you had to pull away or you would melt into a puddle right there. Damn you Pablo!

"I have to go now Pablo or I'm going to be late" you say grabbing the dress quickly about to leave but his strong hands wrapped around you from behind trapping you there while his chin was resting on your shoulder.

"I'm not letting you go.." he groaned and you sighed playing with veins on his arm for a few minutes just letting his settle his craving to hold you thinking that would make him more reasonable.

"You want me to stay this badly.." you say feeling his head move against your neck as he nodded not saying anything but nuzzling closer into you as you smiled. He was so adorable when he got clingy like this.

"You do know I hate you for being this cute!, right!?" you say turning around in his arms and he just held you tighter afraid you will try to pull away but you didn't instead moving your hand underneath his t-shirt touching his strong abs.

"A..amor?" he groaned a little when your hand moved slowly lower and you smirked looking up at him with innocent eyes.

"Hmm you really don't want me to go...?"you say feeling his bulge against your hand and he smirks shaking his head and calling you a 'chica mala' which was always such a massive turn on..you were only his 'chica mala'.

"Fine then..let me call them and cancel" you say and he nodded starting to kiss your neck already while you dialed Mikky's number already feeling breathless. He pulled you onto the bed sitting you on his lap while you waited for an answer.

"H..hey Mikky! Sorry I can't come..ugh..t..tonight" you were struggling to talk because Pablo was already sucking on your weak spot and you were desperately trying not to moan.

"What happened sis? You feeling good?" Mikky asked and you wished you could tell her just how ;good' you were feeling right now but instead you caught your breath pushing Pablo back so he stops kissing you.

"Um..yeah! I'm fine but..Pablo..he got a fever..and so I need to stay you know" you lie seeing him smirk and move closer again whispering into your ear.

"Si..I have a fever..but only from how badly I want you right now bebé" he smirked when you hit his shoulder whispering for him to shut up while listening to what Mikky was saying on the phone.

"Well, I hope he feels better. I will see you soon! Have fun!" she said before you both hung up and you have Pablo a challenging look.

"Really!? You couldn't wait for me to lie properly..now she knows I only stayed because you can't keep your hands off me!!" you say and Pablo smirked nodding his head and pulling you back so that you were laying on top of him.

"You're the one who started touching my abs..and grabbing me down there preciosa" he said and you blushed kissing his lips feeling him flip you over and move in between your legs.

"I think we both can't keep our hands to ourselves, huh?" he said and you smile nodding your knowing it was definitely a good decision to stay with your clingyy boyfriend ;))

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honouredsatoru · 11 months

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I Adore You.

— summary. a headcanon of your body that jjk men adore. it's a request that i lost in my ask section but i still think about it every now and then! i just know this isn't proofread bcs when have i ever? aha.

— warning. NSFW version is under the "keep reading" tab! body worshipping is very much the theme of this headcanon.

— characters. gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, choso

— taglist. @shadowarchon @peachsayshi @hisvillainess @noritoshiikamo @laudthingcat @lazy10ieiri @suna-reversed @nkogneatho @amaya-writes @saintgojo @dearestgojo @sassooda @booksweet (always leave me an ask + your age (in case any stuff is nsfw) if wished to be added into the taglist!)

SFW

— gojo satoru : your smile

gojo loves it when your nose is slightly scrunched up when you smile, especially when you're excited with the things you tell him when you got yourself a good cup of matcha latte. he loves it when your gums shows a little when you laugh into your smile. thinks that the genuine happiness your face shows truly makes you the most beautiful person he's ever laid his eyes on.

— geto suguru : your fingers

He makes it a must to hold your hand, to have your fingers intertwined whenever he's around. Which is a lot, considering he wants to focus on you and you alone. He'd nuzzle the tip of his nose on your knuckles, kissing your fingers and your wrists whenever you complained about it aching. His phone is filled with your nail art because he says it's as pretty as you, and he'd make a 3D cast of you two holding hands if he could. And he would.

— nanami kento : your neckline

ah. nanami's favourite place to land his lips on. those soft, sensual kisses he placed there, it brings jolts of electricity to your very spine, no? his hands love focusing on your neck line whenever you complained of your shoulders aching, massaging you gently, careful to not make you feel any more pain. and that necklace he gave you. doesn't it make your neckline look so pretty?

— toji fushiguro : your waist

he won't stop squeezing your sides, whenever he's near you. his arms circle around your waist as he pulls you close, pressing his body against yours, muttering to him just how lucky he is. toji's eyes stayed focus on you when you put on your favourite pair of jeans, a string of chuckles escaping from his lips the moment you complained how the waistband never sticks.

— choso : your eyes

the way it crinkles when you smile, the way your eyes light up when you see your favourite idol, artists, pictures of your pets as you take them. he loves it when you sneeze and your eyes water slightly. He loves it when your brows furrow when you get stressed from finishing whatever you have to do when chasing the deadline or when you're worried. He loves it when you used eyeliner or mascara and it makes your eyes pop. to choso, there's love, warmth, happiness, sadness, grief and joy in your eyes.

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— gojo satoru : your breasts

He loves how soft it feels whenever he gives you a gentle a squeeze whilst making out or when he's fucking you from behind. Your nipples are sensitive and it shows when your body twitches when it is pinched, twisted and licked. Oh how he loves sucking them, and that contorted look on your face that is of lust and pleasure? He lives for it.

— geto suguru : your ass

Just like Gojo, he has a thing for something soft and plump for his hands to latch onto. His lips curled into a soft smile as he gives your rear end a gentle spank. He loves how your favourite pair of cargo pants hugs your figure. And his little habit is to have you walk in front of him whenever you enter a place because it gives him that perfect view of your derrière.

"I hate it to see them leave but I love it when they walk away." Cheeky.

— nanami kento : your tummy

his canvas, as he says before he finishes it off with his cum spurting out of his cock and lands beautifully on your stomach, absolutely in love with the way it rises up and down, following your chest as you tried catching your breath. it makes his dick twitch, so perfect to his eyes. hah. you are indeed the sorcerer's greatest muse.

— toji fushiguro : your whole body

how it shakes after he's done with you. how your body grows limp when you've reached your high. how your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he leans down to kiss you on your lips whilst fucking you like there's no tomorrow. he loves it so so much when you're on your fours and he admires your body line, the way your neck to your chest are filled with faint bite marks yet apparent hickeys.

— choso : your fingers

such pretty digits, he'd say to himself as he watches you stretching your abused hole, making you finger yourself while his eyes lingers on you. And it bumps his ego up a notch when you can't even wrap your fingers perfectly around his girth. How your fingers molded nicely with his when he held your hands as he fucks you stupid, kissing them, placing them next to his cheek as he admires you.

all writing belongs to honouredsatoru.

reblogs are appreciated. ♡

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sweetiecutie · 1 year

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Pairing: Theodore Nott x fem! Reader

Warnings: second part of this writing is smut so beware, fluff, a bit of insecurities

A/n: I don’t write much about Theo but I’ve had a suffocating obsession with him for so fucking long!! I can’t bottle up those thoughts in my head anymore so I just have to share those with you guys

Theodore Nott dating headcanons

Okay, hear me out, Theo had the fattest crush on you for at least four months before he ever actually approached you! It’s most probable for you to share some of your classes and he happened to sit next to you or behind you, getting to hear your little chats with your friends or even having full conversations with you personally

He would def ogle you from across the great hall during all meals, and not gonna lie - it freaked the fuck out of you at first. Because Theodore doesn’t have this ‘I’m so painfully in love with you’ stare, but rather a ‘I wanna slit your throat with a salad knife’ kind of stare, yk? But once you’ve had a nice chat with him all your worries evaporated bc this boy is a total sweetheart, just a bit shy and introverted

Theo would be very clear with his intentions from the very beginning, so when he asked you out for the first time he added a timid “But I mean it as a date, if you don’t mind” at the end, his cheeks growing rosy and you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell at how adorable Theo looked

Mean to everyone but you trope!! It’s no secret that Theo is all grumpy and gloomy, no one gets surprised by his rather rash mood swings (which are usually bad mood changing to disastrously bad mood), but when he’s with you? Boy, that is a whole another person - he’s all smiley and flirty, joking around, trying to see that precious smile of yours he adores so much

He remembers everything, and I mean everything, about you. What your hobbies are, things that you are interested in, your favorite actors and singers, which flavors and fragrances you like and which you don’t etc. I swear, this man pays more attention to your little whims than to his classes

He loves snuggles so much🥺 His mother passed away shortly after giving birth to Theodore, and his father, being a strict and reserved person he is, wasn’t able to give that parenting love and tenderness to his son, so Theo is touch-starved for sure. He loves every kind of physical touch - handholding, hugging, cuddling, kissing, snuggling - bring it all in

So so devoted. He had been dying for being close to you for so long, and now that he finally has you - there’s no way he’s going to fuck everything up with some stupid flings. In fact, Theodore is all about long-term relationships, and I feel like even an idea of having a one-night stand deeply disgusts him

But Theodore is also very possessive. And it’s not like he doesn’t trust you enough, it’s all the people around you that cannot be trusted. But it’s also his insecurities talking in him - what if you find someone better? Someone smarter and more attractive and you’ll leave him, heartbroken and lonely. Theo is deeply attached to you, and even the thought of you breaking up with him hurts poor boy deeply

Theo has some anger management issues, so there are times when he asks you to leave him alone to cool down, so that he won’t say anything to you in a fit of fury that he’ll heavily regret afterwards

Random dances are really a thing in your relationship! Very often you find yourself waltzing with Theo to a non-existent tune in your head, spinning each other around and giggling like small kids. And if you don’t know how do waltz - don’t worry! Being a pure-blood automatically means being good at ball dances, Theo will teach you everything! And don’t worry about accidentally stomping on his shoes- he will never get mad or tell you off for that

Omg omg imagine being too careless and leaving blotches of your shiny microglitter lipgloss on his cheeks, chin and around his lips, not noticing them in a dim light. And Theo being absolutely clueless, walking around the castle all sparkly, not understanding why his slytherin pals are snickering and smiling slyly at him

I kinda have a feeling, that when you start dating Theo - you get Blaise Draco and Pansy as an additional gift. No matter what you two are doing or where you are - there will always be one or all of those around, teasing the shit out of both of you (mostly Theo)

Smokes like a fucking locomotive! But Theo will try his best to tame it if you chide him for that, leading to him being moodier due to lack of nicotine and untamed oral fixation. Or you’ll just start smoking as well, chain-smoking together and stealing each other’s lighters

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So as I already mentioned, Theodore is a long-term relationship kind of person, meaning that he needs a strong emotional connection with certain person to have sex with them. I strongly believe that he had every kind of fiste sexual experience with you - making out, grinding, mutual masturbation, oral and sex itself. To put it simply - Theo was a complete virgin

I think Theo would postpone any kind of sexual experience with you for as long as possible, too afraid to make you feel pressured or thinking that he’s with you only for sex. Actually, it’s more likely for you to initiate anything of that sort, and he still asks you “Are you sure that you want it?” every five minutes. Isn’t he adorable?🥺

But once you’ve actually had sex, Theodore can’t help but be desperate for more. He tries to suppress those distracting thoughts of doing oh so unholy things to your precious body as much as he can, but he crawls to you so needy and whiny just two days after, begging to be close to you again. And how can you say no when he stares down at you with those puppy eyes, whispering about how pretty you are and how horny he gets just from thinking about you

Omg he defo had wet dreams about you before you started dating. Imagine Theo trying his hardest to not think about you, annoyed by how hard he had fallen, and his subconscious playing evil jokes on poor boy, giving him some pretty livid pictures of you two together. Not so innocent pictures, I must note. Okay, not innocent at all. Dreams in which you were sat on top of him, looking down at Theo with those alluring beautiful eyes of yours, your breasts on full display right before his eyes. Or where he was laying in-between your legs, pleasuring you with all he had. The first time it ever happened Theo was shaken awake by Blaise who was mumbling something about oversleeping. Thanks Merlin Theo was laying on his side, so that his painful boner wasn’t poking so obviously through layers of his blankets. He was so embarrassed by himself he couldn’t even look at you for the next few days

He doesn’t makes too much noise during sex. Theodore is a quiet person in general - he talks only when it’s necessary and prefers to listen to others instead. That be said - he loooves hearing you moan and whimper and plea and babble in pleasure, so don’t even try to hold all those sweet little noises in. He really feels awkward about making any noises himself, but he lets you know just how good you make him feel with his facial expressions, long sighs and countless praises muttered into your ears with his ‘sexy Theo voice’

Loves loves loves eating pussy. Oh, this man goes absolutely feral, working his mouth on you, tongue flicking over your clit in quick tight circles, giving an occasional suck. And this man has completely mastered (with your help, of course) the perfect combination of tongue and fingers, being able to give you a mind-blowing orgasm in just five minutes

Marking marking marking marking. Leaves marks everywhere he can - your neck, chest, shoulders, tummy, thighs- everywhere. And please, please leave marks on his as well - leave hickeys and bite-marks in the most obvious places - he’d never cover them in his life, wearing them as the most treasured jewelry - just let everyone know that he’s yours

One of Theodore’s biggest turn-ons is spitting in your mouth and making you swallow it. No I’m not sorry for that

His favorite position is definitely missionary, where Theo is half-lying on top of you, intense skin against skin contact, your legs draped around his hips, pounding deep and slow into your dripping pussy, all while gazing into your eyes lovingly

Omgomg imagine having passionate sex with Theo with lots of heavy touching and open-mouthed kisses all while songs from “Awaken, My Love!” album by Childish Gambino are blaring on the background *chokes on spit and tears*

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kyojurismo · 1 year

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Emergency request! Because depression

I sent one awhile ago but I think it got lost because lately none of my asks to any blogs go through 🤧 tumblr hates me

If possible could I have a female reader x genya oneshpt of them having a longish make out session? Genya is my life atm

▸ ANSWERING. hello anon, i actually received your previous one i just didn’t started working on it bc i didn’t had the time. i hope you feel better soon btw <3

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. genya shinazugawa x fem!reader

▸ RATING. sfw

▸ WARNINGS. it’s just kissing so it’s safe, you’re both demon slayers btw, genya is a softie, fluff, not proofread

you were sitting in front of him, meditating. genya was kinda doing the same.

“himejima-san left us alone,” he announced. “i know.”

“we’re alone here,” genya added after a while. your concentration slowly fading away. “yeah, i know.”

“baby, c’mon.”

you shot your eyes open and met his figure, a bit annoyed. you were trying to improve your total concentration breathing. but genya got another idea.

“we have some alone time,” he smiled at you, and your annoyance disappeared soon after. “um, yeah,” you nodded and moved to sit beside him now.

you noticed genya was a bit flustered and you chuckled. “you’re so cute,” you muttered and kissed his cheek, making him blush. “you’re messing with me,” genya rolled his eyes before caressing your cheek, slowly tracing your skin with his fingers.

“i’m not, baby,” you kissed his nose and wrapped your arms around his neck. “you look beautiful than ever,” he muttered, one of his hand found your waist and he gently caressed you.

you smiled at him, a warm feeling filled your chest whenever you were around him. he finally decided to lean over you and kissed you.

you gripped his shoulder gently and kissed him back, closing your eyes. genya’s hands caressed your cheeks, that started heating up. you two kept kissing for a while, your hands caressed his chest while genya’s hands were firmly holding your hips, not sure where to put them.

you pulled back for a few moments to breathe before laughing. his face and ears turned red and he was visibly embarrassed. “stop it,” he murmured before pulling you to him to kiss you once again.

this time you moved closer, sitting on his lap. his strong arm circled your waist while his other moved to caress your cheek once again. his gentle touch, his lips against yours, his warm body against your own, you felt like your heart was about to explode.

surprisingly, you and genya spent the rest of the evening kissing, he even squeezed your breasts once and quickly apologised, stating that he was trying to reach your shoulder. you laughed at that, before looking at him with your eyes full of love and adoration. genya’s look was similar to yours, of course.

“i thought you were working on your concentration breathing,” gyomei’s voice made you jump, literally. you and genya blushed and bowed to him, apologising. “i-i was… i mean, i am!”

gyomei surprised you both when he smiled and chuckled lowly. “it’s almost dinner time. we should get going,” he announced, ignoring whatever activity you were doing. “yes.”

you took genya’s hand into yours and kissed his cheek, he smiled down at you. “let’s go,” he said before following gyomei, walking side by side with you.

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. um, i hope it is alright? i mean, i hope it fills your expectations lol, i’m a bit insecure about it. thank you for reading as always <3

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nobedofroses · 3 months

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December 28th

pairing: Joel Miller x reader

warnings: a little angsty and then fluffy!

words: 1.7k

a/n: sad reader and then happy bc of Joel! lonely/kisses/first dates prompt from @toomanystoriessolittletime's winter writing challenge ❄️

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In the ten days or so since you had given Joel your number, the holidays had passed and you had been in a bit of a slump in the gap before New Year’s. Joel hadn’t called, well he had but you hadn’t talked to him. He called while you were at work one day and had to leave a voicemail explaining that he was really trying to find a sitter, but with everything going, none of his usuals were available and his brother wasn’t around either. You knew he was telling you the truth, but it didn’t help that you didn’t see him and Sarah at the normal story time since the bookstore was closed last Saturday.

Christmas was never quite what you hoped for because of family drama and friends being out of town with their families. It left you alone most of the time since the owners of the bookstore liked to close for more than just the holiday to give staff a chance to recuperate after the busiest time of the year.

With no reason to leave your apartment and your roommates gone, the only people you saw were the ones walking on the street you could see from your window. The overcast skies but lack of snow made you feel even more lethargic and you whiled away most of your time laying on your bed and staring out the window.

You were doing that, but on your couch one mid morning when you were startled out of your daze by your phone ringing. It took you a second to realize what was happening, so you had to rush over and grab it off the hook before the last ring.

“Hello?” you asked, cringing at how you sounded out of breath.

“Hey, it’s Joel,” came his nice, low voice and your mood suddenly improved.

“Hi,” was all you could think to say, forgetting that the adoring look on your face couldn’t stand in for words if you were on the phone.

Joel’s warm chuckle came across the line and you felt your cheeks get warm, “Hi. Listen, I know it’s incredibly late notice, but my brother has decided that today is his day to be magnanimous and has offered to babysit. If… you still wanna go on that date?”

Something in your chest pulled at his hesitance and you looked at the clock, thinking that if you went to dinner you’d have plenty of time to pull yourself out of this funk, “What time were you thinking?”

“Well, that’s the other thing. Tommy has to be somewhere, actually has to be there at 6:00. So anytime between now and about 5:30 I’m all yours, dependin’ on where in town you live,'' Joel explained, and even him calling himself “all yours” wasn’t enough to keep your stomach from sinking.

“Oh, well I— I wasn’t planning on leaving my apartment so soon, I’m not— I’m not really ready for the day yet,” you admitted, hoping he wouldn’t judge you for just laying around when he was surely always on the go with a five year old and a full time job. But you hastened to add, “I do, um, really want to see you though.”

“Me too, and there’s no pressure to do anything fancy. We can just talk and spend time… if you don’t want to leave your place at all I could always… come over?”

Surprisingly, the idea of him coming to your apartment felt better than leaving. It wasn’t messy; you didn’t really make any mess when all you did was sit on the couch. And all you would have to do is put on clean comfy clothes and wrangle your hair a bit and you’d be totally presentable.

“Okay, yeah. Yeah, I’d like it if you came over,” you told him, and a few minutes later, he was hanging up so he could get Sarah settled with Tommy and on his way.

You knew you had about half an hour before he got there and decided to double check that nothing needed cleaning. After a few dishes were added to your dishwasher, a few blankets folded on the couch, and putting on fresh clothes, all you had to do was wait.

Then you wondered if you should be making anything, if you had any food or anything to offer Joel once he got there. You checked your fridge and found some apples and your cupboards and found peanut butter and cookies. It was better than nothing, you supposed. You spent the next little bit cutting the apples and plating everything, and then found a couple sodas tucked away in a cupboard and put them in the fridge to chill. You didn’t even know if he liked soda. Everything you had seemed like for a kid and you smiled at the irony that Sarah wouldn’t be there.

Before long, your intercom buzzed and you let Joel into the building and then into your apartment. Just the sight of him made you feel better, and when he smiled and held out a little bouquet and some chocolate candy, you bypassed both and moved through his open arms to hug him.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he said with a little surprise. He was able to put the flowers and chocolates down on your entryway side table and hug you back, his strong arms wrapping around you and making you feel safe.

Joel hugged you until you let go, and your eyes were shining and unsure as you looked at him, “Sorry, thank you.”

“Nothing to be sorry about, honey. Are you alright?” he asked, brushing the back of his hand along your cheek.

“It’s just holiday blues, I think,” you told him, tilting your head into his hand when he cradled your jaw.

He pursed his lips and nodded, “Why don’t we get these flowers in some water and then you can tell me all about it.”

As you were doing that, Joel found the apples and peanut butter and cookies and told you it was the perfect snack, just what he liked and you were still a little embarrassed but he made you feel better.

The two of you sat on the couch, Joel in the corner facing you with a leg bent to be on the cushion and the other with his foot on the ground. You sat criss-cross facing him, but you didn’t actually look at him most of the time. At least not his face. His hands, you watched, his mouth as he took bites or answered you, his throat as he swallowed. You focused on these parts of him as you told him about your feelings lately.

When you trailed off, Joel hummed and finally you looked up at him. He was looking at you with these soft eyes and you felt warm inside. Also like you needed another hug.

You opened your mouth to ask but didn’t know how and Joel saw your nervous movement. “C’mere, sweetheart.”

He held his arms out to you and, with a little adjusting, you sat between his legs and leaned into his chest with his arms wrapped around you again.

“You know, we missed you too,” he murmured, rubbing a hand up and down your back.

“You did?” you asked, surprised.

“Mhmm, Sarah kept asking to see her teacher and go to the bookstore. It took a lot of convincing and her stubbornly refusing to believe me until finally I distracted her with one of the books I got with you,” his voice comforted you, being able to feel it rumble in his chest. “Anyway, she’s demanding we go an extra time since we missed one. Not that there’s another class. I guess we’ll just come and browse. But I have to make sure and do it while you’re there or she’ll get upset, you know how it is. Maybe Friday next week again? But in the afternoon, she only has a half day on Fridays.”

When you didn’t respond after a few seconds, Joel realized you were asleep, feeling your even breathing on his chest and smiling to himself. He was glad you were at least feeling comfortable enough to sleep, it hurt his heart seeing you so down.

You only slept for about seven minutes, but when you woke up your whole mood was different. You felt refreshed and happy and a little awkward that you fell asleep on him.

When you looked up at Joel, he smiled down at you and said, “Hi, sleeping beauty. I’d say good morning, but you were only asleep for a bit.”

“You weren’t sleepy?” you asked with a little smile.

“Mmm, I was dozing off just now, but I can fall asleep any time anywhere. Side effect of having a five year old,” he joked.

You frowned, sorry that you interrupted him by waking up. “Should we take a nap? A real one? In my bed?”

Joel raised his eyebrows, “I’m just joking, sweetheart. Mostly. I don’t want to spend our time together sleeping if you’re just doing it for me.”

“No, no I want to. Just being close to you makes me feel… good. You make me feel good,” you had sat up a little bit as you talked and moved closer too until you were only a couple inches from him. Both of you were silent for a couple seconds, letting the magnetism of the moment draw you closer.

Then you were kissing each other, slow but deep as his tongue pressed into your mouth and you opened up for him with a moan. It was steadily getting hotter, faster, when suddenly Joel pulled back to yawn.

“Oh— my gosh,” you laughed, smiling big when you saw the raspberry blush on his cheeks. “I guess you really need that nap.”

Joel stammered out an apology, “I— I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t think I was that–”

“Hush, c’mon,” you told him, already standing and holding out a hand to him. “Maybe after you get a good rest we can get back to this. We will be somewhere a little more comfortable, anyway.”

Joel took in your little smirk and shook his head, grinning, “Anything you want, sweetheart.”

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#it's a long one today #the angst brought it out i think lmao #joel miller #joel miller x reader #blurb #ish #fluff #angst #nobedofroses #snowy fics 23 #stephswinterwritingchallenge

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skaikruswan · 2 years

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I walk beside you - Chapter 2

Summary: “I have not heard these words in ages,” a deep, male voice says, and before you can answer, you wake up.Your dreams start changing once you realize that you’re not alone as you think. Who is this man and why does he know you? How do you know him?

Pairing: Dream / Morpheus x reader

Chapter 1

AO3: May everyone who leaves a kudo have a wonderful dream.

Chapter 2:

Morpheus leads you to a more secluded area, his hand still secure around your wrist, feeling life drum underneath your veins.

They are approaching a small park, and he notices you drag your feet as your eye the trees with suspicion.

“There will be no storm.” You visibly deflate after his reassurance, still clutching the bag you’re still holding as you let out a small sigh. They stop in front of an empty bench, and he releases you.

“I have questions,” you declare, your eyes gleaming with curiosity and determination, and Morpheus feels his lips quirk. He knows from experience that confronting you in the waking world brings better results than confronting you in your dreams. Yet he’s relieved by your inquisitive attitude, and simply stands still as you walk around him. Curious, determined, and brave; he has always liked these qualities in you.

“I will answer.” He waits until you’re standing in front of him, your eyes narrowed as you seem to study him. He does the same, taking in the features he’s known for ages. You always resemble yourself, although some details may change, yet he drinks you in like a wanderer in the desert would drink in an oasis. It has been too long.

“Who are you? What are you?” You’ve added the second question a heartbeat later, and Morpheus tilts his head in an appraising manner. You usually deduce rather quickly that he’s not human, while some of your incarnations had chosen to ignore the truth, to stay in denial. He’s relieved that you chose not to.

“I am Lord Morpheus, King of dreams and ruler of the nightmare realm,” he states, and watches as your eyes widen as you take a step back.

“Nice to meet you, your Highness,” you reply, your voice a mix between polite and amused, and he shakes his head as he watches you curtsy, your knees wobbling. Adorable. You’ve always been able to amuse him and brighten his day, and this is no exception. He inclines his head with a smile, acknowledging your curtsy.

“I suppose you have more questions,” he suggests, and you bite your lip as you seem deeply in thought. He doesn’t push further, giving you the time you require.

“I have a feeling you know me,” you say, and he nods. He could fill hours by replying to this simple statement. “I am sorry, but I don’t know you.” There is genuine sympathy in your apology, and something in his stomach flutters.

“You never do. No incarnation of you has ever remembered me.” Every time he finds you, you have no memories of their time together. He still hasn’t made up his mind whether this is a blessing or a curse. If you and he had been close, it leaves him torn asunder to see you again but oblivious to their bond, showing no reaction to a shared joke or memory. If it had ended on bad terms, it is a relief to know that each meeting is a clean slate.

You have rejected him, and one rejection has stung, a small part of the poison still throbbing.

649 BC.

“Look what my future spouse has sent me,” you cheer, pointing at the several chests filled with jewelry, cloth, and spices. “In the mansion we will live in awaits so much more. I shall want for nothing.”

“Impressive.” Morpheus has always known you to be ambitious, even little vain, but it still surprises him how quickly these material gifts have won you over. You’re spinning in front of him, wearing only the finest silk.

“Blessed be the gods for allowing this union.” Morpheus tries not to roll his eyes at your statement and to keep his face impassive. Humanity keeps on inventing new deities to worship and thank for, not realizing that they themselves decide their fate.

“How lucky I am to have captured the attention of a god,” you say in a reverent tone. Greek mythology has identified him as Morpheus, God of dreams, and while this only one of many monikers humanity has given him, he has grown fond of it.

“How lucky I am to have captured your attention,” he repeats, and notices the flush on your cheeks. After he had revealed himself, you had been coy, making advances and rejections in equal measure. It had been an almost maddening play.

“But mortals are not meant to capture the hearts of immortals. Those who do always share one miserable fate.” He had seen it coming, had noticed your attention for him waning. Your dreams have been filled by your new spouse and the riches you soon shall possess. While he should be above it, it is still irritating and demeaning to be replaced so easily.

“I shall take my leave then,” he announces, giving you a moment to object, to change your mind. You don’t.

You hold a piece of his soul, and he has never found the strength to truly punish you. Yet he feels no regret as he removes his boon from you, never entering your life or your dreams again.

“How often do we meet?” you ask, sitting on the bench and eating your snack, your eyes glued to him.

“Sometimes it only takes decades before you come back, sometimes centuries or even more. It is a mystery, even to me.” He and Lucienne have tried to find any indication for your reincarnation, if there are any factors. So far, they have found no answer. You have been born poor or rich, with a big or a small family, you have lived a short or long life, you’ve been content or wanting for more. You’ve been born into peace or war. While some personal traits seem to be common, each incarnation is truly unique.

“Do you stay?” you continue asking, pressing your lips together as you realize how ambiguous this question is. He raises an eyebrow and watches as you evade his gaze, playing with your hair.

“If you want me to,” he vows softly. He would never force himself on you. He treasures every moment with you, knowing that his time with you can end at any moment. Sometimes you’ve spent decades together, sometimes only months. It always ends with the same fierce agony.

1404 AC.

Destruction can be found everywhere, and Morpheus knows that his sibling maintains a keen eye on the many battles erupting around the world. Many people dream of peace, seeking refuge in their dreams as their waking life is so often plagued by war, famine, or cut short in an instant.

He locates you in a destroyed building, where you’re hoping against the odds that the marauding, blood-thirsty soldiers will leave, and that you, your family, and friends will live another day.

Your wish would not be granted.

He finds you on the verge of consciousness, your body fighting for survival while you become weaker by the second.

With a gentle touch, he brings you to his realm. You beam at him, standing in a village that has not been ruined, surrounded by people who are dead in the waking world, your expression hale and hearty instead of grim and gaunt.

“Dream!” you say with a soft smile, “thanks for bringing me here. I have missed this.” You spin around, basking in this fantasy of a safe, content world. Morpheus lets sorrow cloud his gaze for a second. Despite the harsh reality you’re living in, you have never lost hope, never let loss and pain twist you into someone bitter. Your warm optimism is what has intrigued him the most.

“I have missed you.” After your quiet admission the villagers disappear, leaving them alone in the middle of the square.

You step forward until you reach him, and Morpheus takes your hand, pulling it towards his mouth so he can press a featherlight kiss on it. You let out a small giggle, and how he wishes that he could share your joy.

In the waking world, his sister puts a comforting hand on his shoulder as he kneels in front of your pale form, your chest barely moving. Losing you is always the same excruciating pain that seems to hollow out his immortal heart.

“I will miss you, my love.” The dream disappears as you wake up to take your last breath. You cough, blood smearing over your lips as you look past him, looking at his sister. They only have seconds left. He is never ready for the last moment.

“I am sorry for leaving so soon,” you whisper, reaching out to squeeze his hand, your touch so weak he barely feels it.

Morpheus closes his eyes, allowing his sister to take you to the Sunless Lands. He hears the rustle of the feathers and knows that you’re gone.

A tear runs down his cheek, falling on you, your lifeless eyes staring up at him.

“That’s good to know,” you say a little breathlessly, rocking up and down on the balls of your feet. “How do you find me?” The most important question, the one you always ask.

“You always share the same dream.”

“The path before me doesn’t frighten me, I want to forever walk beside you,” you interrupt him, saying the sentence that seems to be edged into your very soul, and he nods.

He remembers the first time he had found you.

A long time ago, before humanity measured time.

The barriers in his realm have not yet been fixed, and humans, in their youthful curiosity, like to explore and have often wandered into each other’s dreams. It has not yet been a reason for concern, so he let his dreams and nightmares only intervene if strictly necessary.

“I can’t believe my eyes,” an unknown voice says, and Morpheus turns around to see a mortal stand in the center of his palace.

“What are you doing here?” he wonders. Instead of worry, he feels mild intrigue as he observes the mortal, detecting no evil intentions. Wandering into the middle of his realm is no small feat.

“I was exploring and kind of ended up here?” you explain, your mouth agape as you take in your surroundings. He cannot blame you for your curiosity and he will not punish you, but you do not belong here.

“I wish you nice dreams.” With a flick of his fingers, he sends to the confines of your own dream.

Instead of a quiet dismissal, you must have understood it as an invitation, for he finds you again in the palace the next night, conversing with his raven.

“Wonders upon wonders,” you marvel as you notice him approaching, your smile radiant. “Your companion tells me that you rule over these lands.” You sink down to one knee in respect before gracefully rising.

“My companion talks too much.” He gives his raven a sharp glare, and watches as it flies away, leaving him alone with the intruder.

“Let me be clear. This place is not for mortals.” He lets a little darkness fill his gaze, expecting fear to flitter over your features. Instead, he recognizes astonishment and a little awe.

“Until next time,” you reply, your lips drawn to a smirk as you refuse to back down. Foolish, brave mortal.

It has become a game of sorts, with you sneaking into his palace and him finding you. Conversation has started to flow, and every time he has become more intrigued by you.

“My Lord, it is almost too easy to sneak into your palace,” you taunt, sticking your tongue at him. No mortal has ever dared such behavior. It’s refreshing and shows how familiar you have become with him.

“I shall raise the stakes then,” he promises. Each dream offers a new challenge, and you face it with the same vigor and determination. Each dream brings you closer, with you becoming a lodestar in the endless firmament of his existence.

The Dreaming is no longer enough, and he has sought you in the waking world. Appearing in the flesh in front of you and hearing you scream before throwing yourself into his arms is a memory he shall never forget.

“The path before me doesn’t frighten me, I want to forever walk beside you.” You and he are lying in a meadow, your fingers gliding through his hair, making him almost purr like a cat. Your declaration, full of longing and love, resonates deep within him, and he brushes his thumb over your cheek.

“Stay with me.”

He notices that his attention is demanded elsewhere, but he is loath to go. During his imprisonment, he had been tortured by the prospect that he missed an incarnation, and even now he wonders if there is one version of you he shall never meet.

“I must leave,” he says, and watches as your face falls.

“We will see each other again?” you say, half suggestion and half hope, and his heart warms. He reaches out to tug a wayward strand of your hair behind your ear, hearing you inhale sharply.

“Meet me in my palace,” he dares, placing the bait in front of you, and watches as you clench your jaw in determination.

“Challenge accepted, my Lord.”

#the sandman #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless #dream x reader #sandman x reader #my writing #my sandman fics

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koihanwrites · 1 year

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Me request for a uh

[Hc format]

Rei, Natsume, Tsumugi and Nazuna's reaction in us drawing them

Bc they slay sm so amazing

I am me anon 😍

Nazuna and Natsume's Reaction To Us Drawing Them!

Male reader

Pairing/s: Natsume x m!reader | Nazuna x m!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings? : Established relationship!

Nazuna Nito

Out of nowhere while you were in Nazuna's house, you were staring at his rabbit pet you had a sudden motivation to draw your boyfriend Nazuna.

You tried your best to hide your drawing while hanging out/talking with him.

He will catch you looking at him quite often and will ask you what's wrong.

The only way to get out of this situation is by lying so you went on telling that you found a small dirt beside Nazuna's pretty eyes.

You wiped an invisible dirt and wink at him, a blush creeping on his cheeks.

A few hours later and he decided to cook something for you two, you took this the perfect chance to continue your drawing.

It took you quite a long time to draw him, adding a little more details to his hair then...you're finally done!

You rose from your seat then quietly sneak towards Nazuna, the drawing on your hand.

With both of your hands, you covered his eyes while speaking in his ear.

"Guess who~?"

Of course Nazuna already know who that voice belonged but you whispering to his ear? oh boy, this adorable man's face slowly turned light pink.

E-eh, who~? It's you, right? (Name)?"

A smile formed on your lips as you took your hands off his eyes. He turned his head to face you, looking at you straight in the eyes.

You showed your drawing to him and he slowly took it, it took him a few seconds to realize that it was a drawing of him. His face became red as he stares at the drawing in his hand.

"(Name)..! thwis (this) amwazing!! (amazing) it looks so much like me!" Nazuna shouted in glee as he continue looking at the drawing. His eyes sparkling and a big smile on his face.

"You truly have a talent for art! I-i'll keep it close to my heart! thank you so much, I love you!~" He suddenly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to a hug, a cute giggle escaping his mouth.

After some time you decided to take your leave. After you left, Nazuna puts your drawing to a picture stand then placed it on his desk, which is close to his bed so when he wakes up every morning the first thing he will see is your drawing. (so cute!!)

Natsume Sakasaki

So imagine a test coming up and it's one of your least favorite subject.

You were worried that you might fail the test so you called your boyfriend, Natsume for help.

He is a genius afterall.

You told him if he could help you study for the test, and of course as the best boyfriend he is. He agreed and let you in at his secret place.

Time skip to the test, you passed!

You decided to give him a thank-you gift, so you drew him.

Since Natsume has a secretive and mischievous side, you need to be aware of your surroundings or else you might find Natsume behind you as you draw.

Fortunately, nothing like that happened so it is safe to say that your gift is secured!

You happily gave it to him when you two were alone helping Natsume's idol work.

You told Natsume that you passed the test because of him then gave him the drawing.

"oH? what's thIS Little KitTEN?"

Natsume would be surprised at how great your drawing is, from his beautiful golden eyes trough the way you perfectly drew his asymmetrically cut hair.

His expression outside would be calm and amused but inside he is really flustered and touched at your gift. I can imagine him panicking mentally but puts on a cool facade.

You can clearly see his cheeks turning red a little.

If you tried to tease him about it, he will ignore you and instead puts on a cheeky grin and gave you a quick kiss on the lips as a reward.

He will act very smug towards you and will sprinkle you with praises.

"Fufu~...I'm honoRED to have such a talenTED boyfriend~"

"I will very much cheRISH this work of ART~"

"You did very WELL at draWING my features...I guess you DO really loVE me, KitTEN~?"

All flirts aside, Natsume would stop being smug at you and tell you how much he loves and adores your gift.

He promised that he will make a special magic spell only for you to return the favor.

"Please look forWARD to it, darLING~" + A silly flirty wink

...

The end..... ✩

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melikedraw · 2 months

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I would KILL for a series about Jim's personal life 😭😭 (but considering the current state of screenwriting and storytelling as a whole imma have to beg Disney to please leave my boy alone)

There's so much to unpack about Jim as a whole but yes to every single thing you just said. I think my feelings for Jim are more platonic than romantic now, but I still get EXACTLY where you're coming from cuz please he's literally one of the most attractive animated characters to ever come into non existence

For me it's just the way he moves?? Like despite the fact that he's clearly lost and seeking some kind of anchor to hold onto, his movements never carry any kind of hesitancy

Whether he's up in the air on a solar glider or walking around on a flying ship floating over open space my man just seems so comfortable in his own body and I ADORE that confidence and the way it's so well written that it doesn't clash with the aforementioned lost/seeking state of mind he's in, it weaves right into who his character is as a whole and I am OBSESSED

As for space academy Jim I think I'll put that in another ask cuz this one's already hella long and I gotta deal with some irl stuff first XD but for sure we should trade headcannons!! Any thoughts on how the space academy would be run and where it would be (i.e on montressor, on another planet etc etc)

(Also so sorry if I get the names of anything in the TP world wrong, I've seen this movie so many times but my memory sucks and I keep forgetting 😭)

REAL. SO REAL. AND ADDING ON TO WHAT YOU SAID

How he's move right? Oh my gOD the way he touches his face or how he glances the way his hand and his eyes move feels so real y'know what I'm saying? It feels like he is an actual person like he has so many movements so much personality in the way he presents himself feels so human. And the animators didn't even have to add it but they DID like even if he didn't have those small little things he does the story could still play out the same and the movie would still be amazing but they went the extra mile to make Jim feel like such a real character like such a human character and I love that. It's so rare to have all these little details for a character since animation is so damn difficult but they pulled it off so well???? Which is also why I like him so much. It's so different from other characters bc he feels like a person. Like an actual teenager. And it shows a lot about him too and I love just watching him move around he doesn't even need to say anything just be there and like exist and I'm happy

Also Disney better stay tf away from my babygirl bc if they mess him up I will turn up on the news headlines and it will not be pretty.

OH ALSO his eyes are you emotionful ok so turn out that's not a word by YK WHAT I MEAN I CAN FEEL WHAT HE FEEL THROUGH THE WAY HE LOOKS his eyes show so much about him and I love that

I love him

#jim hawkins #ask #my love #treasure planet #idk if this makes sense #hes so cute

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Found Family.

Cw: alusions/scenes of PTSD,flashbacks bcs of ptsd. Mentions of grief and body horror. Mentions of a big age gap between oc n Thatcher. (But not in a weird way)

Summary: Adam and Thatcher explore their father-son relationshipp with the help of Thatcher's girlfriend.

->Jerico is my oc/self insert. Pronouns are she/they. Also, my hc is that Adam is 18. (Also about the age gap. Oc is technically not human so do w that what you Will)

->some of the scenes are based off of @moonlightsmasquerade Thatcher and Adam art. (Also hi Em! If youre Reading this im @/screchinginthevoid)

->Word count: 4.2k.

There were Many things that Adam did on accident, like all humans. Well...except he wasnt human, he was an alternate.

That realization still hadnt fully set in yet, hes lived his whole life as a human, the mere idea he wasnt was ludicrous...but it was true.

He was not alone in this thankfully, he's been "adopted" by Lieutenant Davis, and hes been staying with him ever since. The house was quite modest, Adam had taken up the responsability of at least keeping the house clean when he had the energy to, Thatcher some days was just a wallflower. (And he didnt blame him, that Man had been through some shit).

Sometimes their saving Grace was Jerico, Thatcher's partner, who brings them food and whatever is left of the pastries of the bakery she worked at. She was Real nice, Adam had decided, so he kept a bit of distance as to not freak her our (but there was something off with her he couldnt quite place).

Today was one of those days, food had run out yesterday, and neither had the energy to get out and get something. It was just one of those days.

But Thatcher had the foresight to call his partner up and ask if they coul bring food. And that she did.

The door opens with a slight creak, Adam doesnt look up from the book hes Reading, but he does smile a little. She was good company.

--Hey kid-- she said, kissing the top of his head covered with the hood of his hoodie,leaving the Many heavy bags on the table.

--arent you like one year older than me?--He teased with a smirk.

--Well yeah? Its a term of endearment. But if it bothers you I can stop-- she replied, grabbing the food thats supposed to be refrigerated-- wheres your dad?

Adams face goes a little pink-- Hes not my dad!-- he whined,closing the book-- hes- hes in his room I guess

--Davis!-- she calls out towards one of the rooms across the nearby Hall. She turns to Adam and says-- hey, do you mind putting these in the fridge?

--No I dont. Go get that raccoon of a man out of bed-- he said with a playfull smile. She laughs and goes towards Thatcher's room.

When shes our of sight he stands up and does as he was asked. He opens the fridge and slowly fills it up with the food. He had to admit that seeing the fridge full once more was very soothing, he felt as if he was helping around the house like a child would help his parents.

Five minutes later he sees Thatcher come out of his room with Jerico hugging Him from behind.

--What took you so long?--Adam joked, putting away some of the other groceries.

--Well,Mr.Racooon over here was a little too wrapped up In his blankets. Basically a burrito-- she teased pressing a kiss to his shoulderblade.

--drop it--thatcher murmured, amused at the joke even if he was deathly tired.

--Mmhmm. Hes in denial,I tell you-- she turns to face Adam and sees what hes doing, it moves her a little and she adds-- yknow you dont gotta put away the rest, I can do it

A little flustered,the boy shrugs and says-- s'nothing... I uh. I was bored so...-- he half lied, not turning around to face them so neither would see how flustered he was.

--Thats very sweet of you kiddo! Thanks-- jeri answered, to then give a quick hug to Thatcher(who saw this whole exchange as something adorable) and tell him-- go get a book and sit in the sofa,lunch'll be Ready in a bit

He nodds, too exhausted to convince her to let him do something. Thatcher grabs the book Adam was Reading and goes to lay down on the nearby sofá, at least this was better than wallow in his grief in a dark room.

Jerico quickly gets to making lunch, Adam stands near her unsure if he should volunteer himself to help her out

--Hey Adam, mind handing me one of the pans? -- she asked absentmindedly as she cuts up a few potatos.

"Fries?" The boy thought with enthusiasm, something he hasnt felt in a while - Uh sure. Let me just..-- he kneels to reach one of the lower cabinets under the kitchen counter and notices that said pan is all the way to the back.

He huffs and tries to reach it, and here is one of the things he does without noticing. His arm extends unaturally,growing large enough to reach the back of the cabine. He grabs the handle of the pan and he pulls it out, to then stand back up and place it on the counter.

--Thank you- JESUS CHRIST!--she squeals looking at the arm. It was paper white and boney looking, his fingers are clawy and a little crooked.

--Oh im so sorry-- He starts,freaking the fuck out. He lets go of the pan and pulls back his extended arm.-- please dont be mad at me--

Jeri only meets his gaze and smiles a little-- you caught me off guard, thats all-- she Gently takes his clawy hand and squeezes it reassuringly. His palm feels deathly cool, while hers feels unaturally warm.

--How doesnt this freak you out?--He pointed at his arm with his free hand.

--Ive seen some shit-- she shrugs it off as if she encountered alternates every day-- I was not expecting to see you go Reed Richards on me thats all, thats actually a really clever answer to a problem

Adam smiles, sometimes he feels shes the only one that understands him,-- I really dont get how youre not smacking me across the face with the pan. Your answer isnt very clear

She snorts and Gently lets go of his hand--Ill elaborate one day, 'till then feel free to make your own theories. Anyway, can you return that arm to normal or do you need some help?

He shrugs-- Give me like...five minutes?

--'kay --She replied lightheartedly as she filled the pan with sunflower seed oil and set it on the stove-- im spit balling here but maybe remebering how your arm looked like before would help?

Adam squints at her a little, he felt as if she was talking out of experience. Those were the little things he felt off about her, not in a bad way, she just felt like she knew more than she was letting on.-- ...ill try-- he replied, going to sit at the table and try to get back to normal.

When he succesfully does manage to fix up his arm, he keeps helping out on the kitchen. Apparently Thatcher had passed the fuck out during their whole previous exchange,which was good because neither thought the ex cop would take that lightly.

--Dyou mind keeping an eye on them burgers?-- jerico asked,snapping Him from his thoughts-- when that other side is cooked flip it. N' once that one is ready too just make a small cut in the middle to check if its not raw

He nodds--I know cooking burgers is pretty easy but...where did you learn to Cook like that?-- he asked over the sound of sizzling oil.

--Ive had Many,Many,Years to practice-- she replied-- thanks for helping out by the way,I appreciate it. N I also know you Keep your distance some days,which is fine. Just know you can be yourself around me,I know from personal experience that walking on eggshels is tiring

Adam shifts his weight, he doest look away from the cooking burgers. Hes still getting used to so Many things,kindness was one of them-- alright...--He replied dryly, trying to save what little of his pride remained.

--Do you want your bread toasted by the way?--She asked-- I couldnt get normal Burger bread so I got Rye bread. Its better anyway

He smirks-- hmm I dont think Thatcher would agree on that

--Good thing hes asleep then right? He would die on that hill defending Burger bread as the only aceptable type for burgers-- to drive the joke home she adds a playfull "conspiratorally" wink.

Adam,for the first time in a while, allowed himself to laugh. A genuine laugh, not loud enough to wake Thatcher up,but it wasnt a chuckle either-- yes,yes he would.

Once lunch was ready, Jeri wakes up Thatcher (who had Fallen asleep with the book on his face) and the three get to eat lunch. Adam sits on the end of the table, his two companions sat on each side of him.

--This is really good. The fries are very good-- Adam says,gobblin down on the fries.

--Yeah...--Said Thatcher,looking at the rye bread on each side of his burger paty,glaring daggers at the poor thing.

--Your girlfriend over here busted her ass cooking!--The boy started, pointing at him menacingly with a frye-- youre gonna eat that or ill shove it down your throat

Thatcher looks at jerico as if to say "yo help me out?!" But his girlfriend only puts a hand on the boys shoulder and smirks-- dont look a gift horse in the mouth,Davis

Begrudgingly he eats his Burger, not admitting that the rye bread was actually good.

Before Jerico leaves to go to work, she says bye to her boyfriend with a big ole kiss. Adam fake gags just to be a little shit, then she hugs the teen alternate tightly and smirks at how tense he gets.

--i brought lieutenant Burger Bread his favorite pastries. Dont tell him cause hes gonna have a hissy fit about it-- she whispered near his ear-- I also brought a few of your favorites,enjoy

He nodds and smirks at the nickname for Thatcher. As he pulls back a little,he allows his hands to settle on her upper back,shy and stiff as a board-- uh...good luck?-- he muses trying to at least give back some of the kindness she always gives him.

She promptly breaks the hug as to not fluster Him further and grabs her keys,ready to go-- Alright! Im leaving! Bye!

--Bye!--both men echo back once she closes the door.

Then, theres a five second silence broken by Adam saying-- if you dont MARRY her,ill Actually kill you

Now its thatchers turn to become flustered. His face goes bright red and stomps off without another word,leaving the boy very amused with a shit eating smirk.

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Today was one of those days where Adam just fucks up, he had tried to do something very dumb that had to do with scaling up a tree in the back yard wearing sneakers. He almost fell on one misstep And Thatcher had to get him down like a fireman rescuing a cat.

--But seriously,you shouldnt do something like that-- Thatcher scolded,trying to not be pushy but getting his point across.

--But seriously,you shouldnt do something like that-- Adam parroted, a little annoyed. But his voice isnt his own, instrad its thatchers. It comes out with static and distorted.

When he realizes what he did,he covers his mouth and looks at thatcher,who meets his gaze looking like a deer in headlights. The older Man's breath is shallow,his eyes wide but his pupils small.

--I am so sorry! I didnt mean to do that...!-- he exclaimed recoiling into himself.

Thatcher took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves-- Okay,but please dont ever do something like that..

Adam nodds and silently, the other Man goes to his room,probably to have his own proper freak out and then come back. Leaving the boy to feel really guilty.

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Adam was still getting used to his New body, sometimes it had a mind of its own, he would mimic certain things without thinking.

He was talking with Thatcher on the sofá,just sharing a cup of coffee and talking about whatever, school,sports, the freaking weather. And internally,Adam thinks of how happy he is to have someone like Thatcher backing Him up,despite everything being so confusing for the boy,he was glad to have someone to rely on after years of being on his own.

Thats when it happens, Adam's face morphs into Thatcher's,only partially, half of his face reflects his companion. But he doesnt notice it until he sees his reflection on the coffee of his mug.

He looks up and is met with Thatcher,he was deathly quiet, eyes wide and body shaking.

--oh no nono-- im sorry-- I can fix it!. Jerico taught me how- I didnt mean to--IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I SWEAR!--Adam slowly freaks out, he tries to reach for his friend with one hand while the other covers his face with the hood of his jacket. But the ex cop moves away from him and it breaks the boys heart who slowly descends into a panick attack

Thatcher on his end was gone,the world had gone black, all he sees is half of his own face staring back at him, then he sees Ruth's face, Mark's face. Hes shaking and he doesnt notice it, his breath is erratic,shallow and his head feels as if it was spinning.

Ruth,Mark,himself. Ruth,Mark,himself. A scared boy with a gun-- you left her to rot,there isnt enough space for the two of us,lieutenant. Uh oh! Bad decision Thatcher!

He breaks,hes a sobbing mess as he grips his Cup tight. As if it was a gun. But hes non responsive. Hes just not there.

In his desesperation,Adam manages to take his weak body towards the telephone,he punches in the numbers hoping to god he gets it right. He himself was in no position to help Thatcher, even if he knew how.

If anybody knew how to fix up this mess was--

--Jerico?--Adam says, voice barely a whisper.

"Adam? Whats wrong buddy--" jeri's voice comes out as soothing if not worried.

--I- I accidentally copied Thatcher's voice. I think-- I think hes having some sort of attack? Hes...hes not talking. I fucked up im so sorry im so--

"Lissen" she said,voice stern but warm"Heres what youe going to do. You go somewhere where Thatcher cant see you, first you need to calm down, breath in deeply four times, look for 5 things you can see,4 you can touch,3 you can hear,2 you can smell and 1 you can taste. Repeat as Many times as you need. Once youre calm youll try to remember how you look like,just like you did your arm. Ill help Thatcher. Be there in twenty. And walk slowly,dont do any sudden movements as to not scare him,okay?"

--its all my fault,im so sorry! -- He said.

"Its not. Youre still discovering this New self of yours. Its not your fault, hes not going to be angry,okay? Take it easy Adam,youre a great kid"

--Even when im like this? Im a GODDAMN demon--

He hears jerico sigh on the other end of the phone. He goes quiet and she says"i know how hard It is to Keep your human form. Trust me I would know, im gonna let you in on a secret but you cant tell Thatcher. Ill tell him when he-- when im ready"

Adam's eyes go wide, his breath gets caught in his throat and he whispers a-- wait-- rwally-- but--

"If I ever felt off to you,thats why. Now please, go do what I told you" she replied softly, he nodds and adds.

--Thank you- for trusting me

He can hear the smile on her voice"thank you for trusting me. Ill be there in 20,kid."

--'Kay mom-- he whispers without realizing and he hangs up. Adam walks away slowly, not making eye contact,no sudden movements. He just goes into his room and does what he was asked to do.

20 minutes later,Jerico gets into the house,finding Thatcher still on the couch,shaking And unresponsive.

--Thatch-- love-- she calls out, taking the coffee and setting it on the coffe table. She then takes her hands-- its me-Jeri

The Man focuses his eyes on her,but hes not fully there yet. She softly adds-- Babe,youre having a flashback right now, its not Real, whatever youre seeing its not Real

--Ruth- mark! I left them both to die-- I couldnt-!

--Thatch, its been 17 Years,its not your fault-- she steps a little closer, sitting on his lap with her hands still holding his-- today is sunday, three days ago I re-stocked your pantry. You were dissapointed it wasnt normal Burger bread instead of rye bread. Do you remember that?

He nodds a little, she looks at his face for any signs that hes coming back to the Real world-- do you remember the first time we met? It was at the bakery that I work at,you looked like a deer in headlights when we made eye contact. You tried some cheesy pickup line a few days later "sugar isnt good for people but ill risk it a for you" you were so flustered

At this,he smiles a little and lets out a laugh,his body relaxes and he blinks a few times before saying-- Angel?

She smiles as her face softens, her worried files gaze now replaced with warmth-- hey-- she said,sounding impossibly soft-- welcome back

--What-- what happened? -- he asked, looking around-- wheres-- wheres Adam? Why do I feel so out of breath?

--adam accidentally copied your face, I think it sent you down a fight or flight rabbit hole and triggered a flashback-- she replied, letting go of one of his hands to push his hair out of his face-- Adams in his room I think,I told him to do some grounding excersices to calm down and return to normal

--I need to check on him-- he said about to stand up before she stops him.

--What you need,is to relax,ill check on him once I make sure youre fully here with me-- she replied,pushing Him back down on the sofa.

--Babe-- dont--

--Thatcher,im deadly fucking serious with this. Ill take care of it,you stay put-- she replied,his usual soft and sunshine filled girlfriend looks at him sternly and it catches him off guard-- now, what color is my shirt?

He rolls his eyes, feeling a little silly for doing these sorts of things-- yellow

--Good. Do you see something blue around?-- She asked, Helping him identify things that were around him with the goal that he stays in the moment. It takes them a solid fifteen minutes since Thatcher kept insisting he was fine

--Alright last thing. Tell me something from before we got together. Nothing painfull mind you. Try and think of something funny

It takes him a solid minute, his arms slung lazily around her waist. But he finally thinks of something and gets a shit eating grin on his face-- I remember I uses this one pick up line with you. And you got flustered.

--Oh no-- she starts,looking away as her face goes red.

--It must be a day off in heaven for an angel like you to be amongst us!-- he quoted, feeling very smug and proud of himself.

--You cant just hit me with that because the bakery I work at its called Seraphim! Thats so cheap!-- she whined-- okay big guy if you can be smug it means youre fine.

Jerico stands up and Gently smacks Him on the bicep-- ill go check on Adam your ass stays here

He sighs and nodds-- whatever you say,angel!

--Drop the GODDAMN nickname!-- she replied flusteredly.

Soon she reaches Adams room. She knocks on the door a few times before she lets herself in. Jerico finds Adam on a corner,slumped and really frustrated.

Through the gloom she sees Thatcher's face meeting Adams usual face. His eyes shine in the darkness and she says--Hey, any luck with that?

--No! It doesnt want to-- I did what you asked me and it still didnt work!. I cant figure out whats wrong and its just-- he drops his hands that were clutching his hair down on his lap,frustrated And defeated.

Jeri sits beside him, and she reaches for his face. He recoils back out of instinct-- sorry its just- dont angels hate demons?

--Youre no demon. Youre just a kid-- she replied, pressing her hand against the side of his face that had thatchers features-- And my ass has been out of heaven since the days of the bible.

--Did you fall?

--More like ran away when fake Gabriel reared his ugly face in

She sighs and Gently turns his face to the side so she can fully see the extent of the transformation-- what I do is try and remember what I look like in this form. But since thats not working...do you have any pics of yourself?

He nodds towards the framed photo on his nightstand-- that one

Shes quick to Grab it and turn on one of the lamps in the room. With more visibility she hands him the picture--try and imitate it

Jerico walks him through returning to normal, then she makes sure hes calm before helping him up-- Are you ready to go out?

He nodds, a little shy-- what about Thatcher?

--Lemme ask him-- the woman opens the door and says-- hey thatch! I helped Adam out. How are you feeling?

Adam heard Thatcher say-- 'm okay. Tell the kid to come out

She offers her hand and the boy takes it as she guide her back to the livingroom/kitchen where the other Man was.

Thatcher looks at the boy and says-- im sorry--

--Its my fault-- I didnt mean to -- the ex cop hugs him and he hugs back. Crying into his shoulder.

--Its not your fault kid,youre still learning. I dont blame you

--Still-- he sobbed,wiping away a few tears-- I feel really...really bad for making you go through that..

--As Thatcher said-- jeri added,patting his back--wasnt your fault, bodies are fucking weird sometimes, us humans are weird too

Both share a knowing glance, as if they had their own little inside joke. Which leaves the other Man a little confused,but he rather not ask for the sake of their privacy.

--Im going to make some tea for the three of us,you two talk things out-- the woman declared, leaving both men some space to try and resolve this somehow.

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Thatcher was the first one to wake up Next day, he had gotten some needed shut eye, and as he makes breakfast, he hears two sets of steps approach him. Both are slow and clumsy, seems the other two residents of his house are awake.

--Hey -- jeri says, nuzzling his bicep while her hand rests on his Lower back.

--Morning,Angel. Heres your tea,theres uh..pancakes on the table-- he replied.

--Youre a godsend-- she murmured, grabbing the cup of tea she handed him and sitting on the table.

Then Adam peeked from behind the Man, a little tired-- morning-- he said.

--Hey kid. Morning. I made coffee-- he replied handing the boy a mug with fresh coffee.

--Thanks dad-- he replied, not paying much attention to what he said. Then he goes to sit at the end of the table Next to Jeri.

"Dad??? Dad???He called me dad!" Oh my god!" He thought before quickly replying a-- Youre welcome,Son.

Jerico hears the whole exchange with a grin. Then she looks at Adam who is happily drinking his coffee.

--Hey,check out what the old Mans wearing-- she whispers at her friend.

Adam looks and sees hes wearing..--Is that the apron you use for work?

She giggled-- Yup.

Thatcher seems to hear their little talk because he points at both of them with his spatula and says -- for the record, its an apron. Im using it for whats supposed to be used. I dont wanna hear it-- he looks almost threatening if it wasnt for the fact the was using the spatula to threaten them both.

--Sir yes sir-- both reply at the same time, giggling and joking under their breath.

Soon, Thatcher joins the table, sitting on the other side of Adam. And as the three eat their breakfast, the older Man notices something.

--Uh.. you- your face is uh...-- he starts,not sure of what to say

--huh?--Adam asks, as his lids and side of his face seem to droop down.

Jeri looks up from her cup and simply says-- your face is melting dude. Youre out here looking like "the scream" by Munch.

--Oh cool. -- Adam said,sounding more annoyed than freak out-- excuse me a minute -- he stands up and goes to his room to fix up himself.

--I do not know what you told that kid but he seems to be doing better by the day-- thatch whispered over to her,leaning in.

--Kindness goes a long way. Guess he thinks of me as an equal-- she shrugged it off,taking a sip from her drink--he called me mom yesterday

--he what?-- he asked a little surprised-- thats too cute

--We're adopting Him. I dont care if hes already a legal adult. You n i are adopting him

He reaches to take her hand and winks at her-- ten-four.-- both share a smile and soon Adam is back.

Jerico leaves for work after breakfast, she says her goodbyes and plays dumb as Adam says --Bye mom! -- and happily goes on her merry way to her car.

Then,Thatcher pulls Adam for an awkward side hug and he leads him to the yard--Im gonna teach you how to defend yourself

--Why?

--Do you see any other way to kill time?

Adam snorts-- fine. -- he replied following him out-- thanks..dad

Thatcher smiles--Dont mention it kiddo.

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theteasetwrites · 2 years

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My official thoughts on S11E17 and S11E18 (TWD season 11c spoilers, obviously)

Daryl is hot

Maggie is gorgeous

Annie is also gorgeous and I love her hair but I really wish she wasn't just here to make Negan look better

Speaking of Negan... I literally couldn't give a shit about him

I don't gaf if Negan is gonna be a dad please go away

Literally where tf is Dog

I like that they at least briefly mentioned the Leah thing but it seems kinda rushed lol but at the same time I am perfectly fine with that bc I just want Leah to not be mentioned again ever thanks

Not sure if I would trust Carol with the kids but ok

Daryl show us ur dick challenge

Daryl take off all ur clothes challenge

Daryl fuck me challenge

Also Gracie is adorable

RJ is useless

Not enough Connie or Aaron content

Daryl is hot

I love Daryl being a leader and bossing everyone around it's so hot impressive

Daryl's hair is immaculate

Daryl is hot

Daryl fuck me

WHEN DARYL DID THAT THING

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

WHEN DARYL STABBED HORNSBY'S HAND ARE YOU SERIOUS

WHEN HE SAID "FUCK"

THE UNBRIDLED PRIMAL RAGE IN HIS FACE WHEN HE DID THAT ARE YOU KIDDING ME

Anyway that was hot

Daryl is hot

Also I really don't understand like 75% of what's going on but Daryl hot

Judith continues to annoy me and is kind of a little shit sorry (PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE)

But I do really appreciate the little scene with Lydia and Daryl that was sweet

Daryl's little smirk when he's talking to Lydia PLEASE

Also I am extremely worried for Aaron, Jerry, Lydia, and Elijah on their way to Alexandria :(

And I love that Elijah and Lydia are together ahhh!!!

Aaron looking teary-eyed at his daughter while they're driving away is everything to me he loves Gracie so much they're so cute please Aaron deserves the world

Daryl's relationship with Judith is not that interesting/cute to me anymore (it was cuter when she was a baby and couldn't speak) but I do appreciate how they added just a teensy bit to Daryl's backstory when he talked about how he used to hide by the river

Daryl is hot

I was not expecting Sebastian to die like that (in other words, a very underwhelming death lol) but I guess that's what he deserves—a boring death scene

Also like can we please be realistic for a second Judith is about 11 years old she shouldn't be able to shoot a gun that accurately, directly into the walker's heads that's ridiculous

This is why I don't like Judith she's TOO adult-like even for a kid raised in the apocalypse it's just weird to me and unrealistic

She's like a Mary Sue in child form

Um anyway I think that's it

Daryl is hot

I didn't write this down as I watched I just kind of recounted everything after the fact so it might be out of order

#twd spoilers #twd season 11 #twd #the walking dead

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thinking about the allay minecraft mob. i didn't vote for it back then because it didn't feel very "minecraft-y", but i still like it a lot.

thinking about revivebur with an allay hybrid s/o who is constantly collecting tiny trinkets and handing them to him--- making them into pins for his sweater and jacket (so he can cover up the stitches/scar, if you hc him to have that), tying them into his hair or around his wrists, adding them to his glasses, slipping them into his pockets.

it can be marbles, ribbons of old colorful cloth, cool bottlecaps fashioned into badges, wires twisted to have shapes of birds or trees or hearts, leaves and flowers that they quickly replace as soon as the die, some pretty string adorned with wooden beads hanging from his glasses.

Also thinking about how allay's are drawn to music blocks and jukeboxes.

MAYBE the reader knew ghostbur at the time, and was vaguely friendly with them (allays are blue, and ghostbur had a music store). Maybe they mistook Wilbur for Ghostbur upon first meeting him, and he was immediately stand-offish. He warmed up to the allay eventually though.

Another possible meeting scenario is the reader finding Wilbur when he was trying out his guitar, practicing in some abandoned village and trying to regain some of his old talent.

Also, there's the thing that if an allay is given an amethyst shard while doing the dancing animation, they duplicate.

Now, the reader won't undergo mitosis if Wilbur gives them an amethyst shard (dancing/jukebox not needed), but they might grab his face and impulsively give him a big smooch

definitely a gift-giving love language, but instead of extravagant gifts it's little trinkets that are randomly handed to each other without much context, without even pausing the conversation.

Just hand the other a shiny rock, and continue as if nothing happened.

Speaking of extravagance, Wilbur initially tried to make all these grand gestures and stressed over what to give them (insecurity go brrr) before the reader assured him that he didn't need to make the gifts fancy for them to be appreciated. just give them some pretty seashells and they're happy

i may be expanding these headcanons and make them into an actual post for my blog but there's a part three of another revivebur series that i've been working on since march and i really need to finish it

this is SO cute holy shit. i fucking love this idea. i know so little about the allay mob bc its so new and i havent played mc in months, but i fucking love this idea. the reader just bringing him lil trinkets, lil things and lil gifts.

gift giving love language is SO fucking cute and i absolutely adore it. wilbur would be so nervous abt giving a gift because he wants to make sure its good!!! he wants it to be something good and worth it, but reader is just like. you could give me a penny you found on the ground, and that alone would be enough for me. it is the sentiment

i feel like the idea that its about the meaning not the object is also something that wilbur needs to focus on, learning that sometimes its the actions not the words, sometimes its the idea and not the material form, etcetc

i also really adore this bc it reminds me so much of crows who will often bring trinkets in exchange for food :3

#mar answers #listenheresweaty :3

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ferrocyan · 1 year

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answering some otp ask game questions abt lighthunter just bc i want to and i love thinking abt them

1. who fell for the other one first?

tart did! she was interested in reeq bc he's cute and his excitement reminded her of the good ol days of adventuring

2. was it love at first sight?

yep. this happens a lot w tart ww

3. was it lust at first sight?

nah not really. tart's more of a romantic than a horndog

4. what physical traits do they love the most about each other?

tart: reeq's hands!! they're so soft and smooth and smell good and nice to hold!!!

reeq: tart's ears, they're v expressive, much more than her face. and she always wears beautiful earrings that complement her outfits, seeing them is always such a treat. also she's awfully ticklish there >:3c it's the most fun for teasing

5. what personality trait do they love the most about each other?

tart: reeq's strength of will. despite everything, he knows his duty and sees it done at all costs. he never gives up on what he wants to do even when everyone else gives up on him. tart finds this side of him admirable

reeq: tart's considerateness. she gives everyone the time of day, even while being the hero who must save the world. she cares a lot about so many people; she helps everyone however she can; she gives those who wrong her a second chance, always; she pays attention and sees you for who you truly are. there are many, many more things to admire about tart; reeq chooses the one she doesn't see

6. what random everyday object/activity makes them think of each other?

tart: she keeps a drawing of reeq in her journal (drawn by alphinaud) and looks at it every night :)

reeq: the sun, the moon, and every star on the night sky!!! tfw your gf restored the day/night cycle of the world so every sunrise and sunset remind you of her :'3 (the other hunters find him so insufferable, yes)

7. what is something they'd want to change about the other if they could?

tart: reeq doesn't give up on anything... except his relationships to others. he's quick to assume that one mistake burns the entire bridge at once and ends up severing friendships that could've been mended. tart wishes he'd see more value in himself and not think everyone wants to discard him when they see fit...

reeq: tart's considerateness very rarely extends to herself. she gives up far too much far too willingly and has no limits. having "selfish motives" does not matter if the thing it motivates you to do is sacrificing your life for the sake of the world!! it's still extremely selfless and insane and you shouldn't have done it!!! also you need to eat more, make time for meals before helping people!!!!!

both: can you wash the fucking dishes when it's your turn and not leave it to whoever's next, aka me. god

8. do they get along with each other's friends and family?

tart: oh yeah she thinks of ms olvara and the virtue hunters as family. she's so fond of them and comes to visit everyone often. actually when reeq moved to the crystarium to join the hunters tart scolded him for leaving ms olvara alone but it was actually for the best bc reeq isn't good at keeping up w chores and is just adding to her housework... she loves him but just move out already son....

reeq: he finds the scions kinda.. intimidating... he doesn't wanna butt into tart's relationships and is content watching from afar

9. do their friends and family like their significant other?

tart: uhh not really;;;; the scions overall don't rly know reeq and don't care to, lol. alphinaud is the only one who's gotten to know reeq and likes him. as for family... well they can't meet bc of the "living in different worlds" situation. but if they do... man i should ramble abt this in another post but the gist of it is that hubert adores reeq and would adopt him as a son. why? because this is the funniest outcome possible and i write lore based on comedy first and foremost

reeq: definitely, ms olvara adores tart and the virtue hunters are her besties too

10. have they had romantic partners before?

tart: yes, she had 3 partners before reeq. and is still casually seeing one of them (kurenai) after getting together w him

reeq: no, he's gone on dates and had sex w others but no one that can be called a romantic partner. before tart his relationships were pretty much all transactional (what about lanbyrd? well. i always call him reeq's ex but honestly i'm undecided. maybe his feelings were unrequited by reeq, and though lanbyrd thought of him as a romantic partner it didn't go both ways)

#lighthunter #just 10 for now bc its late and answering this made me stay up oops

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ok so this is Very Many bc im interested but. pls pick nd choose what u want gdkshsksjdsk

7, 9, 15, 28, 35, 36, 38, 40

(....at first I only typed Many but. yeah I'm adding the Very too jtdsjskjgd)

thank you for the questions!! :D :D

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

oh, I just ADORE the puzzle-solving aspect! I love puzzling things together and feeling like a genius when things click into place so perfectly and deliciously >:D like yes, sometimes I mess up or make silly mistakes, but eventually things will always slot together and Make Sense and I love problem solving in writing.....!!! I love tying threads together and making parallels and creating the perfect foreshadowing and designing funky little mysteries. I am both creating the puzzle and solving it as I go hehe

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

yes! I believe in ghosts, though the specifics of my beliefs surrounding ghosts are!! difficult for me to explain hahahaha

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

I don't do a lot of reading physical books these days, and when I do I don't tend to write in them anymore, but yes, I used to often write in margins, making little notes and commentaries :3 I do dog-ear pages! it's no worries to me if it's my own book, I see no harm, but I wouldn't do it to someone else's book. I couldn't ever read in the bath, I'm way too clumsy, that book is GOING to fall in hahaha. and no, no judgment from me, books are meant to be experienced and enjoyed, so however you do this is fine by me! as long as it's your own book, no harm done!

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Tris Greer!!!! I love him!! he's such a sweet kid, n I'm not at all biased by the fact that I designed him as exactly the sort of protagonist I would have loved to read about when I was in my teenage years and coming to grips with psychosis and my mental health :P in general, I just have a big soft spot for him, he's anxious and kind and gentle, he goes out of his way to buy scraps of deli meat on his way to school so he can give them to the stray cat he likes to chat to and is trying to befriend, he adores his friends and his siblings, he doesn't show affection or emotion in the "correct" ways and people find him a bit odd, but he's a good kid with a good heart :3

plus, there's something so endearing about just........ idk, Tris adores his brother so much, n Jacob gets yeeted into this fucked-up little air bubble dimension between two realities in a freak accident of space and time, n everyone is just kind of........... not..... doing anything useful about that. so u just have Tris, terrified of everything, will have a panic attack if his bus ever goes a slightly different route than normal, has enough trouble leaving his front door let alone his entire dimension..... just kind of. staring this chaotic uncaring cosmic machinery of the universe right in the face and declaring "hey no that's my brother give him back" then going to hell and back to make it happen even though everyone thinks it's impossible

n he doesn't consider himself strong or smart or brave but he is ;-;

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

ok this is gonna get reaaaaally petty, forgive me, forgive me

I haaaaaate when people insist you have to learn the rules before you break them (is "learn the rules before you break the rules" a rule?). anyway, that is ONE WAY TO LEARN. that is ONE WAY TO IMPROVE YOUR WRITING. that is ONE APPROACH. but it's EQUALLY valid to learn simply by doing and throwing yourself in and doing whatever you want and getting messy and experimenting however you want, learning the rules be damned. break 'em. break 'em right off the bat. do it

some people learn best by trying stuff for themselves and seeing what works and what doesn't and by messing about and just!!! writing!!!

if I'd tried to "learn the rules before I broke them" I'd never have written ANYTHING interesting because I would have been so caught up in trying to make sure that if I was doing anything weird or offbeat or that I hadn't seen before, I was breaking the rules "correctly", and not writing badly or being cringey or whatever else. I learned entirely by doing what I wanted and just getting messy and experimenting and LEARNING from what worked and what didn't over time from practice and patience and messy fun, not from learning the rules to make sure I was "breaking them correctly"

"break the rules correctly" ugh

and like, sure, I wrote some stuff that objectively sucked and was dreadful, but guess what. guess what. so does every beginner writer. whether they learned the rules before they broke them or not

n you know what. I got just as good as anyone who insisted I was going about things the wrong way

so, sure, "learn the rules before you break them" is one way to approach things, but "just get in there and fuck stuff up" is an equally valid approach

..........and I especially hate the times I've made posts encouraging experimentation and fun and mess and the freedom of screwing around with the rules however you like if that's what you want to do and people insist on adding "learn the rules before you break them" to my post lmao

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice…what do you Know?

............I have immediately forgotten every single thing I have ever known. I think...... well, I haven't addressed them much in writing in the way I'd like to yet, but I have some unique takes on loneliness I'd love to explore....... what do I know, what do I know....... I know working for a shitty courier company, I know lots of good vegetarian restaurants, I know South Australian road rules, I know cats, I know type 1 diabetes and schizotypal PD, I know I love my best friend and my partner and would like to give them both a little kiss on the forehead, I know the right amount of spices to put in the noodle soup dish my parents like :3

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

ahahaha, I don't think my writing process is that weird, but I don't think a lot of things I do are that weird, then sometimes I mention things and people are like "????? huh?????" so........... hm

idk, I treat writing scenes the exact same way I treat drafting a drawing on clip studio paint. not in a vague metaphorical sense, in a very literal one. except one is Words and one is Pictures. same thing but different. I also frequently chatter aimlessly to myself for the same reason. I shan't be elaborating. I literally have no idea how to explain

it's about the layers, I think

I write in layers and I don't mean first draft, second draft, third draft style layers. what I do mean, however, is..... confusing to explain

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

ooh, here, when I was very small I received a book called "Cat Haiku" as a gift, so here are two cat haiku for you :3

You rush, and I weave Between your legs. You curse; why? This is my Cat Dance.

and

I feel no need to Accomplish things. I exist; That's triumph enough.

#I did in fact answer all of these hahaha #ty again for the questions :D

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