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undreaming-fanfiction · 2 months

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I love a good florist Steve, but what I love even more is a good but naturally bitchy florist Steve.

He'd have his own flower shop and years of dating experience behind his belt. He is not just a good boyfriend, he is THE good boyfriend. Going to his shop isn't just to buy a bouquet of flowers, oh no. It's a whole relationship coaching thing, he teaches husbands to do better, gives courage to teenagers asking their crushes out, gives advice regarding flower language to elderly ladies who just want to be slightly passive-aggressive...you know, the normal thing.

He has a catalogue with flower pictures to help people who have no idea what the flowers are called, they just know they were orange and didn't easily wilt.

He shows a local teenager the cheaper but still fancy options and throws in a bunch of free flowers that aren't really up to his standards. "Okay, you say she likes pink flowers. Does she like things to be a bit more decorated or does she prefer simplicity? You don't know? Okay, can you describe what she normally wears? No, I'm not being creepy, but you can sometimes tell the person's preferences from their clothes. Now answer or leave dateless."

He chats with the elderly ladies of Hawkins when they ask for a flower to gift to their fellow church ladies when they host their meetings. He cackles when he hears some of their orders. "Oh wow, Ethel, a yellow hyacinth? Would you like a gift card with that, something like sorry you're such a jealous hag? No? Of course I know the meaning, it's my job."

"Are you expeting her to say yes to the date with that atrocity on your face? Yes, I know it's a moustache. But it's also an atrocity. Shave it and thank me later. Now, would you like a ribbon for that bouquet?"

And most of all, he grills the unlucky conservative men in Hawkins who come to him for flowers for their wives without any idea what they like. "I see, so you want something pretty. What does your wife like? Flowers? Well, that's not specific. What kind of dresses does she wear? Expensive? Can you tell me anything about your wife's personality? ...nagging. No, I can't just mix something together, unlike you, I take pride in gift giving. Okay. I don't think this is a shop for you. Yes, that's what I'm saying, I won't play a part in your wife's disappointment. Oh sure, go take your money elsewhere, but I can give you this advice for free - you married a unique human being, so treat her like one. And if you really want a happy marriage - maybe come back when you learn something about her as a person. No need for that language, have a good day, sir."

For those that are more receptive, he goes through their partners' personalities and hobbies, suggesting date options and absolutely roasting the bad ones. "A football match. When your girlfriend hates sports. I don't care if it's your boys playing, you can try telling her that this is important to you and you'll take her out another time, but if you try to pass this as a date, you'll be single before you say "sorry". A date is for you as a pair, not for you only."

But the best thing his shop brings him is Eddie Munson, who sneaks in, absolutely ready to be roasted, and asks for a bouquet of bright colorful flowers for his best friend Chrissy. "She just got divorced from her asshole husband and I want to show her that she can have nice things. Platonically. But she deserves so much more. Uh...she really loves warm colors, so maybe yellows and oranges? What are they called...gerberas! She likes gerberas! And she likes things to be a bit messy and imperfect, so maybe some leaves there as well? A green ribbon would be nice."

And Steve just beams at him as he gets to work and says "Oh wow. Whoever your partner is, they are so lucky if you remember all of these things even for your friends. Makes a guy jealous."

Eddie just wiggles his eyebrows at Steve and mutters, "that position's sadly open. Has been for a while. Interested?" and he almost faints against the counter when Steve turns around.

Eddie is ready to run.

But Steve just fluffs his hair, reapplies his lipgloss and asks: "Where do I apply?"

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idyllic-affections · 10 months

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general friendship headcanons (sumeru).

summary. what is it like being friends with some of sumeru's citizens?

trigger & content warnings. brief & hypothetical mentions of people being creepy towards you.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff. alhaitham & reader, collei & reader, cyno & reader, kaveh & reader, nahida & reader, nilou & reader, wanderer & reader, tighnari & reader. 0.9k words. no pronouns for reader.

author's notes. just a lil filler post while i continue working on requests <3 should i make this into a series? i think i will HSKDHDLD sometimes i need things to post in between requests, especially when i get a wave of longer requests.

alhaitham is the kind of friend you can just... sit in the silence with. it's not uncomfortable silence whatsoever—it's, on the contrary, rather comforting and calming. he'll let you sit right up against him if you so please as he reads a book of his. you want to take a nap on him? go for it, he doesn't mind. i like to think that alhaitham finds the weight and pressure to be soothing (neurodivergent alhaitham my beloved...). you want to read your own book? that's fine. maybe you're doing something else—crocheting, knitting, drawing, writing... he really doesn't mind. whatever it is you choose to do, you're welcome to curl up against his side while you do it.

collei is another one you can sit in comforting silence with. she finds it nice just to spend time with her friend! if either of you aren't really interested in doing anything in particular, or if one or both of you aren't feeling great mentally or physically, she's totally cool with sitting in the calm quiet and cloud-gazing together. if you do want to do something, however, she's up for that too! she would also take you on patrol with her, i think, even if you need special accommodations. she'll figure it out. if you want to go with her, she'll find a way c: she's also the kind of friend that would enjoy trading easy & convenient recipes with you.

cyno is definitely the card game friend. you will learn to play tcg. you have no choice. it is your fate. /lh but i also like to think he's a considerably protective friend! he's the one to ask all the questions if you let him know you're planning on going out. he wants to know all the details. are you going with someone? yes? who is it? where are you planning on going? he literally just wants you to be safe, so sometimes it might come off as overbearing or infantilizing, but he really doesn't mean it that way! he genuinely just wouldn't forgive himself if something happened to you that he could have prevented.

kaveh is the kind of friend you could stay up until atrocious hours of the night talking to. also 100% the gossip friend. he'll sit there doing your hair, makeup, nails, or skincare routine—regardless of your gender, whatever you're comfortable with! kaveh genuinely doesn't care as long as you're happy and content—and tell you all of the terrible awful drama he overhears. he's also somewhat protective, but not to cyno's level. he'll inquire about your plans and will then tell you to be safe and have fun! he would feel really bad if something happened, though. really bad. will definitely, 100%, without a doubt tell off any creeps bothering you. he can pretend to be your brother or your boyfriend, whatever you need. he'll do it.

nahida is the therapist friend, in a way. she doesn't completely understand human emotions and thought processes, but she is totally happy to listen to whatever you need to get off your chest! it helps her understand you and other people better, and it (hopefully) helps you feel better. her advice is a little difficult to understand, admittedly... she tries her best though! if you don't understand, feel free to tell her. she'll try to be clearer. it may or may not work, and she has a chance of making her point even more confusing, but she really does try.

nilou is the kind of friend who's happy to do activities with you. she's happy to do anything as long as it's with her friend! she'll take you out to the shopping (only for you two to inevitably return with a ridiculous amount of free gifts for nilou, namely from the grand bazaar vendors...) if you'd like, or she can get you guys tickets to some of her favorite performances! she'd also love to teach you her style of dance if you'd be willing to and are able to learn. if you're not able, though, that's okay! she really doesn't mind. i like to think she'd also be super supportive of you and all your pursuits.

the wanderer is, quite simply, the begrudging friend. he will NOT admit that he cares about you and will claim the exact opposite. he'll say that he absolutely does not care whatsoever (but will then, in the same sentence, berate someone for so much as glancing at you in a way he deems to be wrong). he's a bit emotionally inarticulate—and rightfully so—but he really does care. his ways of showing it are just a little odd and unconventional. he acts like every display of affection ever is such a terrible burden that should not have been put on his shoulders, but secretly really loves holding your hand or giving you a hug. also really likes being held. like. he would die before admitting that but he... he just needs to be held, you know?

tighnari is the kind of friend who tells you all sorts of things—he shares his knowledge so freely with you, it's sort of like a love language. he'll tell you all about the local flora, explaining what plants you could eat in the case of an emergency and what ones you should never even touch. also as his friend you are allowed to touch his ears and tail. imagine habitually fidgeting with them while tighnari doesn't even flinch because, as long as you're always careful and gentle, he trusts you enough for that kind of thing. i bet he is very soft. anyway, i can't explain it, but i just know his hugs are warm and comforting and protective. he definitely gives really good hugs.

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oepionie · 1 year

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—"RED LACED HEARTS" various

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sypnosis: leona, ace, & jamil with an s/o that gifts them a big bag of chocolates

⊹ [ cw ] — slight angst, hint of jealousy◞

⊹ [ tags ] — FLUFF.GN! READER | leona sugar daddy era, jamil wants to throw hands w your suitors, ace gets jealous◞

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✩—LEONA KINGSCHOLAR:

"Happy Valen-"

"Didn't I tell ya' you didn't have to get anything for me?" Leona grumbles, taking the human-sized box of chocolates from you and dropping it onto his bedroom floor. Truthfully, Leona doesn't really see the use of valentines day. He hates the tacky gifts and how they're coloured in bright pinks and reds, garishly decorated and covered to the brim with hearts and laces.

What's so special about the holiday? You two are already a couple are you not? Isn't it only for mushy, lovesick idiots who can't even get past the hand-holding stage?

"I just wanted to give you a gift…but if you don't want it then I'll just take it back. That cost a lot y'know." You frown, bowing your head down to the floor. Leona's ears droop a bit and he sighs, getting off his bed to walk over to you. He places his finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look into his emerald-green eyes.

"Hey…I didn't mean it like that." He mutters, stroking your cheek with the rough pads of his thumb. The lion pulls you down to lie next to him, his tail wrapping around your leg.

"Know damn well you don' got enough to go by. I'd like it better if you use that cash for yourself." He says, wrapping his arms around your torso and spooning you, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. You smiled as you carefully undid the now-loose braids in his hair, running your fingers through his tresses.

Leona couldn't care less about chocolates, cheesy love poems, or teddy bears…but being the centre of your attention ain't so bad.

"Here." Leona takes your hand and places a thin plastic card in it. Confused, you examine the card for a while before turning to him. "Why are you giving me your credit card?"

"I'm taking you out shopping later. Use that, I'll pay for everything, no buts."

✩—ACE TRAPOLLA:

Ace eyes the gigantic box of chocolates in your hands, a smug grin on his face. Oh, that was definitely for him. His sweet and adorable partner made him a special Valentine's Day present, making him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Prefect, you truly had no idea just how much you inflated his ego.

He casually leans against a table, clearing his throat. Holding in a laugh, you pretend to ignore him and continue scrolling through your phone. Once again, he is attempting to play the cool guy.

Ace furrows his brows, leaning in closer to you and clearing his throat louder this time. You stay silent and continue looking down.

"…"

"Oi! Prefect!" You smirk, letting Ace wrap his arm around your shoulder. He caved in quicker than you thought. His hand sneakily drifts over to the gift, fingers curling over the cover.

"Soo…who's this for?" He beams at you, all excited like a puppy.

Ace looked so happy…it was too bad you decided to mess with him today. Smiling back, you snatched the gift away from his grasp.

"It's for Deuce!" You pipe up. His eyebrows rose to his forehead as his face and jaw dropped. He raced forward to try to grab the present away from you, screaming "DEUCE?"

You dodged him and ran to the opposite side of the room. He gawked at you, practically seething with anger and jealousy.

"I-I'm your boyfriend! Not him! Why-" He sputters out, hands grasping your shoulders. He shook you back and forth, whining.

"What kind of partner doesn't buy their boyfriend anything but give their best friend chocolates? "

"Calm down. Of course, it's for you." Rolling your eyes, you grasp his hand in yours. You dragged the box towards him before timidly brushing a kiss against his cheek. "H-Happy Valentines Day."

He seized the chocolates from you right away and gazed at them like they were the most priceless thing in the world.

"MAN! You really gotta pull these lame jokes all the time? These better be the best chocolates I've ever tasted!" Ace joked, popping a heart-shaped piece into his mouth. He sent you a boyish smile. "Well…since it's coming from you, I'm sure it'll be the best."

✩—JAMIL VIPER:

Jamil scowled at the jumbled presents and love letters sitting atop your desk. His hands grasped a box of his own, itching to just rip every single gift out of there. How in the world was he going to get his present inside of that mess?

Even though he was your lover, he couldn't even get his present through—damn these suitors!

"Jamil?" He jumped and turned to face you, a sheepish expression on his face. You were looking up at him brightly, holding an enormous pink box in your hand. He noticed how your arms shook with the weight of carrying the entire thing.

"Happy Valentines Day!" You cheered, holding the box up to him. He gently took it from your hands, eyes soft. His irritation had melted away into something warm and gentle, these feelings making his heart beat faster and his palms sweat.

"Thank you, prefect. Oh, and this is for you." Jamil handed you the neatly wrapped box, filled will all sorts of handmade sweets and pastries. He rubbed the back of his neck, seemingly embarrassed at the somewhat lacklustre gift.

Jamil's eyes darted to the stack of presents atop your desk, he swore he saw a brand-new phone in there somewhere.

"I know it's not much but it's from me…It's not as expensive or as flashy as some of the other gifts you received but-" He was interrupted as you hurried to sweep the heaps of presents off your desk and into Grim's, the cat looking more than happy to receive so many things.

You turned back to him, clutching the gift tight in your arms. "It doesn't matter! I only want your gift!"

Jamil felt his heart skip a beat. With a rare smile on his lips, he pressed the bright pink box against his chest.

"Me too."

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stillbeatingheart · 5 months

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thought about burning the past (chapter 2)

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Summary: Billy is a cat, Eddie is a bat, and Steve is just trying to keep everyone alive now that they are again.

I don't see any warnings that apply, but this is post Upside Down, established polycule, Harringroveson, also it's crack so don't take it seriously

Chapter one

Chapter two under the cut:

Billy's got it made. No job. No school. No father. No social constructs to adhere to. So he’s gotta put up with Eddie’s constant chipping and chattering all day. His attempt at stunts that he can’t pull off. And his crash landings onto Billy’s belly. But if Billy wants affection, all he has to do is climb up in Steve’s lap. If he wants food, all he has to do is brush against Steve’s ankles. If he wants attention without physical contact, he just hops up to the counter and knocks shit off to the floor. His biggest expenditure of energy on any given day is having to move every so often to follow the sunny spots on the floor, or the couch, or the table, or the counter, or the bookshelf, or Steve’s bed. It’s just really not that bad of a trade-off.

Billy spent his life, after his mom left, being the sole focus of Neil’s anger. Trying to fit into what his father expected of him. Then he finally had a plan, a summer job, and a savings account to get the hell out of Hawkins and out of Neil’s house in the Fall for college. Only to have the Upside Down fuck that all up. He has no idea how long he was down there. He spent all of it in some weird comatose state where his mind was bogged down with visions of things he wasn’t using his own eyes to see. Surrounded by false reality and being kept alive by the Mind Flayer for some super special evil plan to take over the world or whatever stupid shit villains are always after. Billy doesn’t care, he doesn’t need to know, and he wants no part of stopping it if it ever comes down to some heroic action necessary. He already played the hero card by trying to fight the Spider Monster with his bare hands. And he died. Or sort of died.

So why the hell would he want to go back to his human form? That’d be stupid. Nothing good has ever come of being in his skin. Maybe the fur is the way to go.

Billy rolls over onto his back, kicks his legs up and closes his eyes. That’s the other great part about being a cat, he can sleep. He can sleep anywhere, any time, and in any position.

Eddie doesn’t seem to be any worse or better off either. He doesn’t seem in any rush to get back to his human body. He’s terrible at those wings and Billy thinks it’s a waste that he’s the one who gets to fly. Though if Billy had wings, he’d be the fuck out of here. Going back to nature and surviving that way without the smallest trace of a human life at any point.

Billy’s left back leg twitches and wakes him, just enough to blink one eye and make sure Munson is still hooked on the ceiling light and not about to dive-bomb Billy’s belly.

He’s a good looking cat if he does say so himself. Of course his soft fluff is irresistible to Eddie and Steve. Steve has a bad habit of messing up the fur on the top of his head, running his palm back and forth like Billy is a dog asking for a head scratching. But all Billy has to do is give him a glare, lick his paw and smooth the fur back out for him to get it. Not that it stops him the next time. The idiot always smiles when he’s scratching Billy’s head, so if he has to admit it, then it’s not bad trade.

The licking though. That’s the biggest downside. Licking his own body to get clean, and getting fur-balls stuck in his throat. Of course, he just pukes them up on Steve’s sock or in his shoe or something anyway, so at least it’s amusing. For Billy. And Billy is truly all that matters.

Eddie appears to still be sleeping. Lazy fuck. Billy closes his eye again and makes himself comfortable. He wonders if Eddie is starting to miss anyone, maybe his uncle. Billy only met him once but he seemed like an actual decent human being - which is a strange new concept for Billy when it comes to adult males. And maybe Eddie’s missing his bandmates or his nerd club. For being a freak and an outcast, the guy’s got a pretty big group of friends.

Billy doesn’t miss a fucking soul. He never did. Except for Steve and Eddie. When he was allowed reign over his own mind, it would always drift to the two of them. Then one day Eddie appeared there too, Billy couldn’t tell him to run, to stop fighting and just get the fuck out. He couldn’t tell Steve either. Or any of the idiots that kept coming down there. He couldn’t say a thing. The one small mercy the Mind Flayer had on him was not to use him as a weapon against anyone other than Max. Max is one thing, Billy knows she’s a tough bird, he’d never tell her that, but he knew that she’d see through the Mind Flayer’s shit when he was using Billy as a puppet. If Billy had been used against Steve or Eddie, he’s not sure they’d have fared so well. As it was, Eddie didn’t exactly fare well considering he also “died”.

They couldn’t communicate with each other down there. They could see each other through the Mind Flayer’s eyes though. It was much worse watching Eddie trapped than it was being trapped.

Then one day the captivity was severed and they were here, in Steve’s place, in bodies that didn’t belong to them. It was like waking up after a super long and vivid nightmare only to realize that shit was still not right. Billy doesn’t really care though, he’s not Upside Down anymore and being a cat just ain’t that bad.

He refuses to speak though. He did it once when they were alone, just to see if Eddie could understand him, and he sounded so fucking stupid meowing that he never tried it again. He can’t control the purrs, doesn’t really mind them either since they’re truly soothing for both him and Steve. Maybe Eddie too. Not that he'd know since Eddie always chooses the moments of deep relaxation to interrupt in increasingly more obnoxious ways.

Billy slants one eye open, sometimes just thinking of the asshole makes him act up, like Billy’s brain pokes Eddie’s with a little needle every time he dares think his name. Eddie’s wing is over his face. Perfect.

Billy gives in this time. Allowing himself to fall deep into sleep, his purring the only sound in the room. And then a bowling ball falls on his bared belly.

His body reacts, curving into a shape that only a cat body can, grabbing Munson by the head with his claws and pushing into his body with his back-feet. Billy holds him there for a second, right in close to his face, bares his teeth and glares. He waits until the cocky little light in Eddie’s eyes gives way to a tiny flash of real fear and then he pushes him away. Eddie rolls across the floor, under the couch and squawks, the type of chatter that sounds like a little kid tattling on another.

“Fuck you, Munson,” Billy sighs as he lowers himself back down to the ground on his side. he flips his tail and waits. Knowing he’ll come out soon, he’ll make himself small and act all shy while he approaches Billy, like his animal nature is what made him do it and he was not in control of his actions at all.

“Fuck you too,” Eddie responds and then nearly shouts, “Wait, I just understood you!” as he’s scrabbling across the floor on his wings and feet, “Did you understand me? I just heard you, Billy, I got that, and it was in English, tell me you got me too.”

Billy lifts his paw, keeping his claws in and holding it in the air over Eddie’s head. Eddie cowers back a bit, stands on his feet and opens his wings to show that he’s innocent at the moment and not planning any attacks. He tilts his head to the side and wonders again, “Can you understand me?”

“Yes,” Billy admits begrudgingly, “and it was much more peaceful before that happened, so let’s go back to just chirps and shit.”

“Ha ha Hargrove,” Eddie rolls his eyes and takes a step closer. Billy keeps his paw hovering in the space between them. “Okay, I get it, I’m annoying. But I don’t deserve to die - again - just for disrupting your sleep.”

Billy snorts, pushes his claws out.

“Fine. Fine. Maybe I do considering I’ve been doing it daily for weeks now. But it’s so funny when you startle, you make it like a full two inches off the ground and your’e just a big furball and not at all the intimidating figure you are as a man, I have to get my shots in when I can take them.”

Billy sneers, showing his teeth and Eddie takes another step back.

“I didn’t say not at all intimidating, I only said not as intimidating. Or something close to that, hey, that’s not what we should be focusing on. We can understand each other! Billy, we can understand each other! That’s fucking metal, man, c’mon, we’re one step closer to figuring this all out, and I haven’t heard your voice in so, so long that I almost forgot what it sounded like so can you say something now and interrupt me so I know I’m not imagining this?”

“Fuck off Munson,” Billy responds but finally puts his paw down on the carpet, kneading into it a few times before laying his chin on top of it. If bats could smile, Eddie’s dimples would be showing by now.

He hobbles over on his wings and feet, nudges Billy’s face with his own and admits, “I love when you cuss me out, baby.”

Billy could probably admit that he missed hearing Eddie’s voice, that he missed being able to speak. Instead, he licks his sandpaper tongue right up the center of Eddie’s face. Eddie squawks in protest and spreads his wings out wide to throw them over Billy’s face and attach himself there.

Inevitably it starts a brawl, they're still at it when Steve opens the door and steps in. Steve sighs, runs a hand through his hair, points a finger at them and opens his mouth to reprimand but Eddie hollers, “He started it!”

“I doubt that,” Steve responds. Then freezes. Completely. The fact that he just understood what Eddie said dawning on his face, his mouth falling open and his eyes bugging. “Wait, did you just… did I just… can we understand each other now? Or I guess you’ve probably understood me the whole time, right? But can I…”

“Yeah, baby!” Eddie responds from where he’s still trying to push Billy’s paw off his belly, pinning him to the floor.

Billy only releases him when Eddie decides to nip at his toe. He whacks Eddie across the face with his claws in, then gets up to walk over and sit on his sunny window ledge. He needs a bath after all those bat germs got all over him. And he’s not sure how he feels about this new development. Being one step closer to being human again seems a lot more negative than positive. He wants no part in figuring it out.

chapter 3

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slocumjoe · 1 year

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some things I love about the companions 💞

Ada; is best girl. She's a cool ass robot who gives me glue and doesn't judge me. No, this is not my "transformers prime permanently rewired my brain" bias for robots. At risk of sounding like a 12 year old boy, Assaultatrons are just badass designs. And she's blue!

Cait; is a lot funnier than anyone gives her credit for. Also, weirdly educated? For example, she wonders if Raiders like tunnels as a "Freudian" thing. Few people she'd have met would known about Freud, so she'd have to have gone and read about it herself. Also also, is on Danse's level of romantic sweet talk. Girl makes me swoon.

Codsworth; somehow hates the wasteland more than X6. His wording and tone is very optimistic but you can tell that, underneath his chipper facade, Codsworth is so fucking grossed out by everything he sees. Also, the only two companions he doesn't trust to keep you safe, are Piper and MacCready. Make of that what you will.

Curie; X6-88 (like, 10 years old) calls her unqualified and she (200ish) basically tells him to get the fuck back in the play pen

Danse; Sending his eyebrows to space by showing the smallest amount of care and affection. I'm pretty sure this man would die if someone asked if he was okay.

Deacon; talks a big game about being a liar, and being very good about it, but if you don't read that 'recall code' ASAP, he bugs you about it constantly because he hates lying to you. It's not even that you're being naive, he genuinely hates that he's being trusted when you were supposed to question him.

Dogmeat; my favorite thing about Dogmeat is that I'll spend an hour scrapping all dog houses in Sanctuary, make him a little area in my backyard with a house, food bowl, toys, a rug, and classical music, and he thanks me by getting up on my countertops to sleep, using my antique pie collection as bedding.

Gage; Wears a fake eyepatch and throws hissy fits when my army of sexy chads curbstomps his furries, Nepo babies, and Joker stans. This is entirely wishful thinking and I get why this didn't happen, but I would have liked an option to convince him "Hey, I'm coming back with my army to wipe out all these raiders, but I'll give you a chance to join me or leave since you also seem to hate these chuckleheads." I appreciate his shady convict uncle vibes. I would let him teach Shaun how to cheat at cards.

Hancock; takes mentats to feel "intellectual" when he has the second highest INT of all the companions. Also, his puppy dog eyes. "IM FERAL NOW" as he gets his ass kicked by a legendary god roach

MacCready; dork man. he has more cliche stock line jokes than Deacon. I unironically vibe with his taste in trailers, fucking LOVE leopard print (fake bc we don't fuck with wasteful animal hunting like that). He's a very cozy companion to travel with, for lack of a better description. Like if a thermos of soup was a human.

Nick; Nick is what I imagine Mac would be like as he got older—just a laid-back weirdo who wants whats best for you and will insult you so you understand that. I love his tacky ass agency sign. I wish you could put him in other clothes, because I need him in a bathrobe wielding a cane against my enemies. Just really succumb to the grumpy uncle vibes.

Old Longfellow; reminds me strongly of my old neighbor, an elderly southern gentleman who was a sniper in the military, had a chunky rottie named Baby, and once watched me play Fallout and gave his opinions on the design of the weapons in game. That man is now in Thailand with his girlfriend. I've never traveled with Longfellow but I'm pretty sure its a 1 to 1.

Preston; if you don't take Preston to Quincy, I don't blame you, because oh man, does he not have a great time there! Preston sounds five seconds away from snapping his gun over his knee and going for strangulation in Quincy. King shit.

Piper; I was pretty harsh to Piper but I love her gaslight gatekeep girlboss approach to her life. She's like an adult Junie B Jones. Piper has never had her shit together and is self-medicating with sugar harder than Hancock and Cait do with drugs. She's a cringefail woman. If Bethesda was brave they would have gone with her pixie cut concept.

X6-88; a blank canvas for me to go wild on with the fanon. But I love how he's just an asshole 10 year old murderbot that's scared of heights, thinks Power Armor is so cool he privately fangirls over Danse, is scared of children, and gushes over how awesome the Survivor is to his courser buddies. What a babe.

#fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout 4 companions #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #robert joseph maccready #nick valentine #john hancock #i have literally nothing to like abt strong sorry #hes real big and green. i guess green is a nice color?#oh wait. Mack Ree Dee. there. good Strong thing

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jamisonwritestf2trash · 8 months

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TF2 Headcanons pt.3 I can't stop. The chokehold is now a death grip.

I guess I'm a TF2 blog now 😮‍💨 (not really complaining, also if you get tired of me posting nothing but hcs let me know what you want to see instead.)

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Ice cream preferences? Ice cream preferences.

Demo probably ordered rum rasin once, thinking it actually had rum in it but actually ended up liking it. I think he also likes pralines and cream or pistachio. He likes wafflecones to an unhealthy extent.

Engie likes anything with peanut butter. He also likes chocolate chip cookie dough. He will eat an entire tub of ice cream, but he deserves it, so it's fine.

Heavy likes all of the traditional flavors, vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, and stuff like that. But he hates neapolitan. He's in the same boat as Engie. They just eat the entire tub together.

Medic loves Cherry Garcia, like unhealthy love. He also really likes anything with strawberry sause (looks like blood, he's a little freak he'd eat ice cream out of a human skull if you let him).

Scout likes cookies and cream. He also really likes dirtcups (hot fudge, chocolate ice cream, crushed oreo, and gummy worms, in case you didn't know). I genuinely think this man can't eat "boring" foods. Like he has to have crunch in his food. He's not allowed to eat in cones anymore. Don't ask him about it. (Also, hc him as lactose intolerant, he just doesn't care.)

When it comes to Sniper, never let him live down the fact that in Australia, they have "Golden Gaytimes." As a viable ice cream option. He doesn't mind them. He gave Scout an aneurysm when he asked if he wanted one. But he's more of a plain chocolate guy. He eats it in out of the tub or in a dish, depending on how he feels.

Spy he likes coffee ice cream and makes it his entire personality. He's so mature for liking it, right guys?? He's just sooooo refined. No scout, you didn't see him ordering a double fudge brownie with sprinkles. They just messed up his order. No, he can't return it now! that'd be rude. (It's in a sugar cone, btw)

Soilder. GIVE THIS MAN HIS RED WHITE AND BLUE BOMBPOPS GOD DAMMIT! I think he also likes Butterscotch and Rocky Road. He likes cake cones.

Pyro loves bubblegum, Superman, and Blue Moon. They eat it in those cones with chocolate and sprinkles on them! They also like the SpongeBob popsicles.

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Pyro time!

They eat cinnamon candy all the time. It's so bad. They have at minimum 9 boxes of redhots on stand-by.

I think Pyro is agender. I think their just okay existing in their own world and have no care about gender.

Give them those fire snakes that change the fires' color and their ecstatic! Their favorite is blue.

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I think these dumbasses have the most random fears ever. None of them are scared of frogs or bugs, but God forbid you mention wooden spoons, and one of them vomits.

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I've seen people say the mercs have board game nights, and I love that idea, so....

Uno is banned. Strictly. It's not even funny. They played it once, and the moment the +4 card was played, all hell broke loose.

They all play poker or Cards Against Humanity at least once a week. Sometimes, they'll pick someone's favorite game to play.

Demo likes Yahtzee and Scrabble. He's just kinda chill like that.

Engie and Pyro both like the same games for the most part. They play Jenga a lot. Also, checkers!

Heavy really likes chess and connect 4.

Do not play board games with Medic. This man has anger issues. But if you really want to, candyland and life are his favorites.

Scout has a hard time playing video games. He can't pay attention at all. But if you play a card game like Red Flags or We're Not Really Strangers, he'll be able to focus on it.

Sniper, Spy, and Soilder all like traditional card games. Black Jack, Cribbage, Eucher, etc.

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Sorry this one is short. Very tired and stressed out right now.

I'm so glad you guys have been liking my posts! I'm smiling like an idiot anytime I open tumblr.

#tf2 pyro #tf2 spy #tf2 demoman #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 soilder #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 headcanons #tf2 hcs #team fortress headcanons #team fortress 2

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terzosbignaturals · 7 months

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may i offer some ghoulette comfort hcs in these trying times?

i got no explanation for this really i failed a midterm and i'm sad so take these -- CUMULUS.

this woman is the cuddling expert

you barely have to even say anything to her-- her arms are already wide open for you to sink into

she's one of the more emotionally conscious of the ghouls, and even if she didn't pick up on that particular scent humans have when they're holding back tears, she'd be able to tell from your glassy eyes and stiff posture

she has an arm draped over your shoulders as she leads you to her nest to wrap you up in her fluffiest blanket and hold you close. accompanying you in The Nest(tm) are countless very-well-loved stuffed animals which she might pile on top of you to make you smile eventually, but for now...

has you rest your head on her chest and cards her fingers through your hair soothingly, whispering gentle words of comfort.

if you want to talk about it she's the most amazing listener, if not, she's content to just lie there and hold you until you're feeling a bit better!

eventually she'll start humming to you and it's pretty much impossible to not fall asleep wrapped in her arms (and you bet she's gonna be there when you wake up as well, getting up while you sleep is the equivalent of moving a cat sleeping on your lap to her.)

-- CIRRUS.

not as good at picking up on it as cumulus is at first, but if you know her well you bet she's memorized all of your mannerisms.

PROTECTIVE MF

like as soon as she notices you're feeling down, she's scooping you up and taking you to the ghoulettes' wing.

doesn't care if you're in the middle of ministry duties-- gives an absolutely withering glare to anyone who tries to stop y'all or tell you you can't leave.

once you're alone, urges you to tell her what's going on, she wants nothing more than to understand so she can help you properly

if you're sad because someone did or said something to you, lord help them

you can see the way her eyes darken as soon as the name leaves your lips, although her expression remains soft

"don't you worry about them, hun, I'll take care of it from here."

they might go missing in the next couple of days, maybe the next week, but don't you worry your pretty little head about it :)

plays her keyboard for you!!! has you sit on the bench nestled between her legs, leaning back against her as she plays a little concert of your favorite songs just for you

if you're a musician, she'll walk you through some of the chords so you can learn to play them yourself! places her hands over yours and moves your fingers so you can memorize their placement and satan her touch is so soothing

-- AURORA.

THE friend to rant to

even if you're mostly sad about whatever happened, as she listens to you speak, she'll get absolutely pissed on your behalf

"are you-- oh my satan are you SERIOUS?! that's fucking bullshit!"

you will most definitely have to talk her out of yelling at someone on your behalf, whether that's a shitty boss who assigned you way too much work for one person or a professor that gave you too little time for an exam.

even in her human glamour she can be intimidating as fuck, after all--

-- and that's just on her own. when there's something she particularly finds unjust, she'll rope cirrus into it as well

and oh boy you do NOT want to be on the receiving end of those two's wrath.

not so experienced with the whole comforting aspect of things, but gives excellent hugs-- tight, secure, and will lift you off the ground no matter if you're taller than her or not, she's stronger than she looks.

-- SUNSHINE.

this calls for an emergency intervention.

no sooner does she see your face, she's aggressively speed-dialing

"dew? swiss? get over here, we've got an emergency. bring the switch."

at first, you're a tad concerned that you'll have to keep the Terrible Trio from stabbing someone with a switchblade on your behalf

but your concern is swiftly and thoroughly alleviated as you're treated to the most intensely chaotic game of Mario Kart you've ever experienced.

the stakes are astronomical. you've gotten three noise complaints from three different siblings. you're all crowded so close to the TV that you're pretty sure you'll end up with eye damage, throwing your arms up in triumph as your green shell smacks Dew's kart head-on, prompting a rainbow of hissed-out curses

swiss has fallen off rainbow road seven times-- you've kept count-- and is somehow still tailing you and Sunshine, giggling maniacally

it's the third lap. the finish line is IN SIGHT, and Sunshine is whooping in pre-victory, just barely keeping her grasp on first place by the inch or so between your karts.

"OH MY SATAN COME ON PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE--"

you catch a glimpse of the blue shell before Sunny does

and you'll never forget the sheer art of her expression as her victorious euphoria melts into absolute and utter horror

someone's screaming at the top of their lungs

dew falls to his knees, overcome with emotion

swiss is somehow driving backwards now

and the moment the pixelated 1st symbol appears on your screen, you're leaping to your feet in triumph, nearly losing your grip on your controller as you thank the hells below for your hard-won victory

"SHUT UP!" yells someone who is probably Rain from the room over

and you find you can't even remember what you were sad about in the first place

#ghouletteposting #ghoulettes x reader #cirrus x reader #cumulus x reader #sunshine x reader #aurora x reader #ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls

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alexxncl · 10 months

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obey me characters at the spades table

if you didn't know by now, my mc and i are both black

this will probably be centered around the brothers

this is also v much me projecting

masterlist | more drabbles/hcs

luci is decent at best. he gets in his head too much and doesn't pay attention to the table when he needs to

he also takes forever to pick what card to play after he wins a book like c'mon old man

mammon is really fucking good at it, and him and mc always pair up on game night

he counts cards, bids perfectly, and somehow almost always deals perfect hands to him and his partner

...unless there's money involved

the one time him and mc teamed up when they bet real money, he almost died /srs (lucifer had to hold them back from ripping his head off after he cut their book for the fifth time)

levi is bad....like really bad

he tries tho! he's just not good at it

he'll keep score, but he won't play

especially not with mc

please don't make him play with mc

it's too stressful and involves too much thinking and he gets distracted too easily to watch the table

satan is good, but not because he wanted to be better at lucifer than something

he also can count cards just as good as -- if not better than -- mams, and he knows exactly what's in someone's hand by the way they react once the hand is dealt

asmo can play go fish.

i'm so sorry

but i feel like he sits in on spades games to just see mc get mad

he'll cheer them on! that's about it

beel and belphie cannot be on the same team. ever.

like they actually have some sort of mental connection and will say their bid at the same exact time and it's fucking terrifying to watch

if they're not on the same team, belphie always pairs up with satan and insists that they play against lucifer and mc

he'll reneg on purpose just to piss them off

beel doesn't care who he's with, he just wants to have fun

diavolo was invited to game night eventually and had never heard of the game

but he loved the competitiveness of human world card games!

only wanted to pair up with luci, mc, and barbatos, but he was terrible when he first started

...like worse than levi bad

be cut every last one of mc's books in every hand and cost them the game

every time he said he wanted to pair up with mc they felt a part of themselves die

they made him get an app on his phone to practice and he got better...eventually

barbatos only played if dia asked him to, he'd politely declined otherwise (he was too scared to play with mc)

solomon has old man syndrome like lucifer and is banned from the spades table. permanently

he reneged every turn and mc almost jumped over the table

simeon liked playing! but he knew he wasn't that great at it

threw the little joker out on the first hand "just to see what was out there" and mc actually had to walk out of the room

he'd say what he had in his hand, winning book or not, and everyone collectively facepalmed

he got the hang of it eventually though!

he still doesn't play often

luke just liked to watch :) he'd let asmo paint his nails while they both cheered on mc

and he'd make food and drinks for everyone with barbatos for them to have in between rounds

mephisto hated the game simply he never got dealt good hands, even when he was the one dealing

he'd watch from afar...but he wouldn't join in unless dia or mc asked him to

thirteen rarely ever made it to game nights early on, but she'd skip out on her reaper duties to drop by once she and the rest of the group became closer

more opportunities to prank solomon AND see the vein in mc's neck pop out because of how pissed they are ??? it's a win-win for her

she played every once in a while and is as skilled as lucifer, but she's quicker on her feet and better at strategizing

she can't count cards for shit and can never remember which suit led

raphael always got dealt the best hands but never knew how to play, even after mc watched over his shoulder and guided him the entire time

he's hopeless

but he likes to watch!

game nights at the house of lamentation are always all fun and games until mc slams a deck of cards on the table

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sitp-recs · 1 year

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any fic recs where harry falls first??? thanks :p

Sure! Sometimes it’s hard to identify whoever’s falling first because of different POVs, but you might enjoy these:

Play Dates by bixgirl1 (2017, E, 8k)

Harry never thought seeing Malfoy as a dad would affect him this way.

Blind Date by josephine_wenteworth (2016, T, 8.6k)

Draco’s been working with Harry for years when another one of his relationships goes stale. He has to be married within a year, and though the WizNet has burned him in the past, Draco finds a new possibility in man as desperate to marry as he is.

Solve Us Like a Mystery by tryslora (2013, T, 12k)

When Harry stops in at the bookstore where Draco works, they find a surprising shared interest in mysteries.

In Which Harry is Magnetic North and Draco Is An Idiot by bryoneybrynn (2014, T, 13k)

For as long as he can remember, Draco’s been bringing fake dates to his family’s annual Yuletide celebration in order to evade his mother’s matchmaking.

Voices From The Fog by noeon (2010, E, 13k)

After years of running away, Harry crosses paths with an all-too familiar face and follows him to Amsterdam.

Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (2022, M, 15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one.

Magical Menagerie by DorthyAnn (2017, T, 16k)

Convinced by Hermione to get a new pet, Harry goes to Magical Menagerie and finds it's now owned by Draco Malfoy who has changed since the war... in a good way, a really good way.

Take These Lies by @pennygalleon (2021, E, 20k)

There’s a portrait of his godfather in Draco Malfoy’s potions shop and Harry needs to know why. But that’s not why he keeps coming back.

With Great Yawns and Stretchings by sugar_screw (2016, T, 22k)

The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.

I Bet That You Look Good on the Dancefloor by birdsofshore (2015, E, 28k)

Harry felt lit up from inside as soon as he entered the bar. There were blokes dancing together, their bodies close to one another, not keeping a wary distance as Harry was always careful to do when he was near another man.

The Gentlewizard Club by Sophie_French (2014, E, 28k)

Draco wants what Draco wants. And if he has to snuggle up to Harry to get it, well, surely, Draco can handle that. Problem is, not sure Harry can.

Potential Gravity by zeitgeistic (2014, E, 32k)

Draco is not good at Cards Against Humanity, but Harry’s not good at being human, so it all works out. Except for the explosions. And Harry’s inability to live when Draco’s not around.

The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight by Omi_Ohmy (2014, M, 35k)

When Harry moves into the damp and empty Black house, it doesn’t quite feel like home. And then the first owl moves in. After that, it’s a steep slope leading to bed-sharing, more owls, assorted housemates, strange potions experiments, and terrible cooking. And a bit of waltzing, too.

The Vanishing Department by dictacontrion (2014, E, 47k)

The things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, even if that involves a lot more form-filling, bickering, covert glancing, miscommunication, and flying furniture than we might expect.

Here's The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (2013, M, 50k)

Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"

Take the Air by dysonrules (2018, M, 51k)

Someone or something is attacking Muggles and leaving them for dead. Auror Harry Potter is assigned to the case, but with his usual partner unavailable, he is stuck with the most annoying Auror ever to walk the halls of the Ministry.

The Trouble with Wanting by waldorph (2021, E, 60k)

Draco Malfoy is cleared of all charges; this is what happens next.

Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop (2014, E, 70k)

It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always.

Kept in Cages by sweet_s0rr0w (2022, E, 76k)

Deep in the heart of the Ministry lies the Beast Division: a hidden room where ancient beasts roam, and winged creatures soar, and grumpy giant ferrets eat all your biscuits unless you keep them well hidden. Draco Malfoy would know – he’s been working there for five years now, after all.

Azoth by zeitgeistic (2013, E, 88k)

Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by nerakrose (2018, T, 96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

Can't Sit Still by wilteddaisy (2018, E, 193k)

Five years after the war, Harry finds himself drawn to Draco Malfoy by memories that aren't his own.

A Secondary Education by Thunderbird587 (2018, E, 234k)

Fleeing the aftermath of his recent divorce, Draco Malfoy takes up a post as the new Potions Master at Hogwarts. At first he believes his hopes for a fresh start are dashed when he sees that a certain boyhood rival is on staff there as well. But Harry Potter is being weirdly nice to him, leaving Draco no choice but to play along.

#asks #anon #drarry reclist #smitten Harry

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oumaheroes · 11 months

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4 ] "you can stay at my place."

How much would you mind doing pruk for this? If not then fruk would be wonderful too!

Something short and sweet, Anon, just for u

From dialogue prompts

Characters: England/ Prussia, pruk

Human AU

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‘Oh fuck.’

‘What?’

Gilbert patted his pockets one more time, turning out his phone and wallet and lighter to desperately press his fingers down further into the material in case he’d missed a hole or fold.

‘What.’

‘My keys. Fucking forgot my house keys.’

Arthur took a drag of his cigarette, tip flaring red before he flicked it away with practised ease, ‘Or lost them.’

‘Fuck you.’

‘Can you get in the building, at least?’

‘The keyring’s got my building’s key card on it. Doesn’t matter if my flat’s unlocked, I can’t get to it.’

‘Night staff?’

‘How much fucking money do you think I make? Do you I look rich to you?’

Arthur took another drag and let the smoke out through his nose, ‘When’d you last see them.’

‘I fucking hate that question. If I knew that, I wouldn’t be panicking, would I?’

Gilbert scanned the bus stop around them, as if hoping to find his house keys magically waiting for him on the ground, unnoticed until that very moment. It was dark, the overhead streetlamp holding them in a muted pool of yellow, and outside this was nothing but the passing head and tail lights of cars. If he had lost his keys, he wouldn’t find anything out there without carding his phone’s torch across the ground. Even then it wouldn’t do much. The club they’d played in was two Tube line changes away- there was no hope.

Arthur shrugged and watched Gilbert circle the small scratched hut of Perspex glass from his leaning spot on the awkward bus stop ledges. His guitar stood beside him, resting against a hip, and he held it steady as he shifted his weight from one foot to another, ‘Can’t help you then, can I.’

‘Shit. Fuck!’

‘Call Ludwig.’

‘He’s out of town; he can't help. With some mate of his somewhere.’

‘The Italian one?’

‘Yeah.’

Arthur snorted, ‘They’re shagging.’

‘You’re really not helping.’

‘Well there’s nothing I can do, is there? Or you for that matter.’ Arthur dropped his cigarette end on the floor and stepped on it with his heel, ‘If you left them at home, you can go to the building tomorrow and it’s fine. If you’ve lost them, you’ll have to call Ludwig in the morning or get a locksmith. Either way, nothing you can do now.’

‘Great, but what am I doing to do in the meantime?’

Gilbert luckily had his phone and his wallet- credit cards intact. He wasn’t too drunk but his phone wouldn’t last long without being charged and then calling anyone would be impossible. He didn’t live in London, didn’t know anyone in the city, but didn’t want to leave just to head back to the home counties and wander the streets till morning. Better to find a late night place here, or early morning cafe to pass the time till everything else woke up. No chance of that at home.

‘You can stay with me. Obviously.’ Gilbert must have made a face because Arthur gave him a funny look, ‘What?’

‘Nothing.’

‘You didn’t think I’d offer?’

‘I...’ Gilbert rubbed at the back of his head, ‘I hadn’t thought about it.’

‘Christ.’ Arthur pulled up his phone to check the time and glanced up at the screen showing the bus time table, ‘Sit down and stop pacing. We’ve got half an hour left and you’re stressing me out.’

Gilbert sat against the slanted bench, careful of Arthur’s guitar between them. His own drums were at home, too precious to risk potential ruin in a sticky, grimy basement of a random London pub. Gilbert’s fingers still tingled from playing, a furious playlist of their favourites, and Arthur’s voice sounded hoarse and strained. Too much alcohol and not enough warm-up for either of them.

It had been dammed worth it, even after.

'Don't you live in a house share?'

'Got any better options?'

'Where am I gonna sleep.'

'You take the bed, I'll take the floor.'

Arthur would not take the floor. They'd wind up together, a tangle of limbs pressed close and then closer still, eyes wide and alert in the dark. Maybe they'd blame it on the beer. Maybe they'd never speak of it again. Or maybe they would, Gilbert smiling whenever he almost loses his keys as he remembered this night, this bus stop, and all the times in between.

Right then, though, Gilbert jostled Arthur with his shoulder. 'Cheers.'

'Watch the guitar.'

'Fuck you.'

#aph england #aph prussia #hws england #hws prussia #pruk #aph #hetalia #hws #heroes writes

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aith-art · 9 months

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Do Fo4 + NV Companions Play Caravan

Yes, I know Caravan isn't in fallout 4 but I have headcannons as to who plays it. Cause it's got to have travelled with the Caravans.

Fallout New Vegas

Cass - She 100% plays caravan. She was a caravaneer for years. She knows how to play and she's good at it. She also bets high on games of Caravan, both her own and other people's. Likes to place bets on who will win.

Boone - He knows how to play, he just doesn't care about playing He'd rather be on the lookout rather than playing the card game.

Arcade - Again he knows how to play, he's even looked into some strategies for playing. Some of the followers enjoy a good game after dinner. Occasionally he plays, but not very often, it's more of a social event than he's overly comfortable with.

Veronica - She didn't start playing till she started scavenging for the Brotherhood out of Trading Post 188. She gets fiercely competitive about it at times. Could go head-to-head with Cass and have a standing chance.

Raul - He's had years of experience. Probably helped refine some of the rules used across the Mojave. He traveled a lot and has seen many different renditions of Caravan so sometimes gets rules confused. He's always down for a friendly game to while away the nights on the road.

Lily - I can't see her playing caravan. She'd rather tell stories than play a game of caravan on an evening. I have no real justification, but I don't think the folks in Jacobstown really play caravan.

Fallout 4

Piper - She knows how to play, she and her sister play it on an evening when Pipers not writing

Valentine - He doesn't know how to play but would be willing to learn. He knows people that do play, including Ellie who learnt from a travelling merchant

Hancock - He knows how to play, he's very good at it. Preferse the fast-paced games but will play Fahrenheit on occasion

Danse - Doesn't know, doesn't want to know. He's never had anyone be willing to teach him. Though I imagine the Brotherhood has a game of a similar nature.

Deacon - He's one of the best players in the Commonwealth. He claims to be the one who brought Caravan to the east but no one can confirm this info. When downtime arises, he and Desdemona will play a game. She thinks he cheats

X6-88 - Doesn't play. He's never been taught, but if he is taught. He's good at it. Strategy is his thing. He's good at it. He doesn't gloat about it but will challenge Deacon to a game.

Preston - He picked it up from a trader and he and the minutemen play it on an evening. The castle has a room with tables and chairs that are only used for card games. He's challenged Ronnie Shaw on more than one occasion and had his ass whipped

Curie - She's curious about the game and will watch people play it. She can't get her head around the rules

Cait - Doesn't care enough to play. Would rather train than play such a slow-paced game.

Codsworth - has a hard time playing due to being a Mister Handy but he understands it. He referees games in Sanctuary

Strong - Doesn't care. It doesn't help him find the Milk of Human Kindness

MacCready - He's played a few games. He doesn't bet very high, not one to take unnecessary risks. He's good at it. Learnt to play in Goodneighbor. Plays against Daisy on slow nights.

Longfellow - A passing stranger to Far Harbour taught him how to play, ain't many people in town who want to play. He doesn't get a chance to play very often. But when he does he's good.

Gage - Two of the Traders in NukaWorld were playing and he forced them to teach him. He knows how to play but he's a sore looser. No one in Nuka World wants to play against him.

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llondonfog · 10 months

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Book 7 Spoilers but consider: If potion!au somehow took place after book 7, MC would definitely be helping rescue Silver. He saved them in the dream world so I can’t imagine MC wouldn’t be at least a little loyal to him. Also they’ve experienced brainwashing courtesy of Jamil, I doubt they’d let anyone suffer under that, let alone someone they care for. With Silver kidnapped their friend, Malleus, and his guards are miserable.

And really, after book 7 no one would expect the magicless human to be helping the Briar Prince and the Dread General. MC can play the kidnapped by fae and treated terribly card thanks to Crowley and OB!Malleus, which may soften Andrei to them slightly. Who better to keep Silver away from his family than a poor child who suffered the same fate? This allows MC to befriend Silver. Meanwhile MC is reporting everything they see back to Diasomnia, and also trying to subtly jog Silver’s memory. If Andrei catches on it would look really bad for him to attack the kidnapped, defenseless friend of ‘his’ ward. In the meantime, poor Silver is confused about why a talking mouse is fretting over him in his dreams, and why that mouse FaceTimes his magicless friend through a mirror.

IDK. I just want MC to be able to thank Silver for protecting Grim and them from Malleus and his Lotus-Eater machine. I blame this brain rot on your delicious angst and that promotional line where Silver says he feels as though he has met the MC before.

TLDR: Silver is best boy so Prefect joins the save Silver team and uses their magiclessness to help him.

Thank you for listening to my ramblings, and have a great day!

(ok first things first, thank you so much for enjoying my little au??? so much so that you took the time to provide all of these wonderful thoughts and divergent possibilities??? i was so giddy when i saw this come in while i was on my work trip this week, i couldn't wait to answer it <3)

oh my goodness— i've never really considered a 'timeline' for when the potion!au would take place, but the way it would be even more heartbreaking after the events of chapter 7, ESPECIALLY with these hints that are being built up about silver's ancestors and their potential relation to lilia and malleus' own unhappy pasts??? could you imagine how raw it would feel to have silver be stolen away from them by the guards of his royal family, after he had sacrificed and suffered through so much just to bring the diasomnia family back together?? how fresh the memories of loss must be for malleus and lilia regarding the humans that they were fighting against in briar valley and the devastation and destruction they caused both to their land and to the royal family— now they must contend with the fact that silver is possibly descended from that same family, and they've all of a sudden emerged to whisk him away from the very fae that love him for who he is, not what he represents? aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

but to your point about MC!!!! so you may notice that my fics don't really address the mc/yuu, and that's mainly because i really don't feel personally involved when i play the game, i'm mostly invested for the characters— but you bring up an excellent perspective that i've never considered! based on their journey together so far in ch7 and what we can expect to continue, i definitely think that yuu grows very close and extremely fond of silver, especially once they understand his relationship to the diasomnia clan and being part of how that plays out in real time over lilia's decision to leave their side. and i fully agree that they'd probably be one of the first to catch on to what's happened to silver, that something about him has been deliberately altered by an external force, because there's simply no way he'd abandon his family after all that he went through to protect them.

i love the idea of yuu using andrei's perception of the situation against him in order to regain silver's trust and confidence— it's beginning to play out so very similarly to how silver had to wake everyone up in the dreamworld, only this time, the tables have been drastically turned. and oh, how it hurts yuu to see him this way, to know how desperate and impassioned he was to save his father and sebek from such similar fates in malleus' dreamworld. they would certainly do anything and everything in their power to jog his memory, even trying their best to convince him to stop taking the potion that's suppressing his true memories from returning.

silver truly is Best Boy and he really does deserve a true friend in yuu after ch7 is over— who would have guessed that they would face such trials together, and bond as two humans out of place and time, struggling to realize their role in the world that they've found themselves in?

#lettie's asks #twst spoilers #potion!au #ahhhhh i love hearing all of your thoughts about these aus of mine!! <3 #they completely make my day when i read everyone's comments and perceptions of my silly prompts; thank you so much again!!

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crepe-of-wrath · 1 year

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Utter Self-Indulgence: What I Fantasize about Blorbos [Alucard, Sebastian, Aizawa] Smelling Like

This is inspired by THIS POST that someone else made about Aizawa (post also reblogged on my tumblr). I haven't been able to get the "what fragrance would I pick for them?" thoughts out of my head. Before we get started, I want to acknowledge again that I know that men in Japan traditionally don't wear the type of fragrances I'm discussing here. But, I like fragrances and I also like thinking about these characters. Final Warning: Absurdly self-indulgent post incoming.

I think we need to have an incense fragrance here, as I like to think that it would amuse even the non-Abridged version of Alucard to smell like incense just because it would make Maxwell angry. (He shouldn't have insulted Integra, eh?)

I also like the idea of picking at least one fragrance marketed to women for Alucard because he transcends these categories. So maybe something like Bois d'Iris by Van Cleef and Arpels, which dries down on some people like what can best be described as cold smoke, which is a visual that feels very Alucard to me.

Another way this fragrance is often described is: imagine silver had a smell and that smell had just a hint of florals to it. Again, I think Alucard would appreciate the humor in a vampire such as himself smelling like silver.

Since Alucard is so changeable, we can't have just one fragrance pick, can we?

When Alucard dances vintage ballroom dances with you, staring down at you with those hypnotic red eyes, wouldn't it be lovely if you could smell a classic Givenchy when he brought you in close? I'm thinking original Gentleman, which has lots of deep, dark, notes, while also playing around with the fougère structure, and, while I don't like straight fougères all that much, it seems wrong not to imagine Alucard wearing something that pays tribute to that fragrance family.

I also like the idea of Alucard layering something very dry and medicinal with an over the top sweet warm vanilla, maybe like Guerlain Double Spiritueuse (another perfume marketed as feminine but again who fucking cares?) just for the contrast, and because smelling that hint of comforting vanilla would be so nice when he wraps you up in those massive arms.

Something that defies the usual trends is necessary here

There is literally a perfume named Ciel by the fragrance house Amouage

And yes, it is damn cheesy (and possibly creepy) to imagine Sebastian wearing a perfume called Ciel, but it's a compelling fit.

(If it really squicks one out to imagine Sebastian wearing a perfume called Ciel, there is also Amouage Dia, which travels in the same scent family circles as Ciel, IMO. However, I truly believe Ciel is the more unusual fragrance and thus the most suited for Bassy.)

Ciel has aspects of fougères, but it also has this big peachy, floral-aldehyde blast.

It is a scent that feels very geometric to me

Like, if any of you know the Thoth Tarot, the components of this scent block together and push against each other like the angular, transparent wings of the Sword Court Cards.

The shifty, airy, gender-eschewing nature feels very appropriate for an immortal demon being.

Dark horse selection: Lorenzo Villoresi Garofano (marketed for women, but a big floral and green combination that plays off Victoriana without having any elements I dislike.)

Goddddddd, just imagine he's getting dressed for his once-every-three-months fancy occasion

And then he applies some Knize Ten, the warmest, most traditionally masculine, least pretentious (IMO) of the leather classics. Like good, classic boots and other quality, long-lasting things.

I associate leather with nature, groundedness, comfort, and, strangely enough, competence [look, humans are weird], which are all things I associate w/Aizawa, which is probably why I'm so fixated on him smelling like this.

I'm sorry, my brain just about fucking shorts out at this point. Just imagine walking by and seeing him with his hair already up and then surprising him as he's about to put on his dress shirt, wrapping your arms around him, running your hands over his bare chest, just breathing in sexy leather

ohhhhh myyyyy godddddd

(Forgive the 2010's typing style, but my overwhelmed brain is reverting to what it knows.)

Another choice that would be really hot: the Tiffany for Men (as in the one that practically can't be found any longer): a warm, comforting, delicious, cinnamon/nutmeg/cedar-y treat to smell as he holds you close on a cold night.

#sebastian michaelis #shouta aizawa #aizawa headcanons #alucard headcanons #sebastian michaelis headcanons #perfume #men's fragrance #aizawa imagine #alucard imagine #sebastian michaelis imagine

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angelasscribbles · 7 months

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AI Art

I am aware of the controversy over AI art. You can google why it’s good or why it’s bad and get plenty of opinions either way. That’s just what they are though, opinions.

I have read a lot on both sides. But I wanted more than opinions, so I sought out articles by people who are experts in pertinent areas such as technology, law, and visual arts.

I’m not going to rehash all the arguments here, but I will link a few good articles that I feel are measured, logical, and reasonable for anyone who cares to read them.

If you want a point-by-point, well thought out and technically sound defense of it, please read the following articles (I see no reason to reiterate what was said better by people who know more about it than I do)

I understand other people have different interpretations and that’s fine. My only motivation here is to offer a counterpoint to those who might not have seen/heard/read anything other than “AI is theft” because it literally and legally isn’t. Again, you may read the articles above on how it all works.

If you hate AI-generated images, I’m not trying to change your mind and I respect your right to hold that opinion. This is simply my disclaimer on why I don’t hate it and don’t see any inherent ethical dilemmas with playing around with it. If new information comes to light that changes my opinion, then I will proceed accordingly.

Meanwhile, I wanted to make it clear that I have always and will always support human artists. I simply don’t believe this is an either/or situation. And neither do many, many artists.

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broodwolf221 · 8 days

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OC tag game: Intended for Inquisitors but wording it so you can use for other OCs as well! Alternatively you can RB this to make posts for all the OCs you want, in case you don't want to tag others. and feel free to tag me (elvhenprince) or reply to this post so I can see your ocs!

tagged by @elvhenprince !!!

tagging: @lyriumlullaby-ao3 | @hollytree33 | @plisuu no pressure ofc uwu

nessa lavellan | she/her | 31 | stubborn!!! earnest, straightforward, never gives up on anything

Associated colours/symbols/animals

lots of warm tones and autumnal scenes

What are their hobbies/skills?

she was a hunter in her clan and has the associated skills - patience, skill with a bow, quiet movement, etc. for hobbies, she reads when she can, and following the events of the game she trains a lot in her spare time

Is there any art they are good/bad at, or interested in trying?

she has no concept of herself as an artist, or even a potential artist. if she tried anything she'd get frustrated with it really fast.

What is their comfort food? Do they cook it themselves?

interesting...! i think she'd enjoy warm, hearty meals. she's used to dalish dry foods (things that transport and keep well and are lightweight) and doesn't mind them, but isn't big on human rations. she's a stew kinda girl, really. and she can cook it herself but she's not that good at it. her food is very plain/bland.

An activity they like to do with their partner(s)/bestie(s)

she enjoys conversation a lot, at least when it's not about how to save the world. casual or deep, she just really enjoys discussions with the people she cares about. and while she's gotten used to having it less, she really appreciates physical, nonsexual affection - cuddling, hugging, holding hands, that kind of thing. through the course of the game she becomes more reserved and uneasy in that regard, but the underlying desire remains

Would they be able to lie their way through a card game?

it depends on who she's playing against lmao. a lot of people, yes. someone like bull, varric, leliana, vivienne, or solas? no.

With no regards as to whether it exists or is realistic, what would they want as a pet/companion?

something big and furry. i'm thinking a bear or a wolf. she gets cold easily and would appreciate something warm to cuddle with.

Do they have a night-time ritual? Does this differ if they are at their own residence vs somewhere else (e.g. camping)?

pre-game, in her clan: she'd help make sure everything was set up for the night and take a watch, but otherwise she had a limited routine. basic hygiene stuff - clean her face, clean her teeth in some canon-friendly way, etc, then just crawl into her bedroll during game: veryyy limited because she was regularly exhausted, only the most basic hygiene, armor off, in bed. and when she tried to help out at haven/skyhold people always rushed to assist her since she was the ~herald~ then the ~inquisitor~ and shouldn't be bothering with the mundane labor (which she is so ???? about), so she eventually stopped, although she still pitches in when she's out in the field setting up camp post game: brushes her hair, washes up, checks repeatedly on her daughter revas, sometimes ends up reading a bit in bed

What is in their inventory?

bandages, hunter's gear (carving knives, etc), extra blankets because she gets cold easily. she's used to carrying enough gear to sustain herself during long periods of hunting, but it takes her a while to realize that she should carry enough to help others, too, so her pack slowly fills out more

Their preferred dress in these settings: Daily, formal, casual/bedding down

daily: lightweight, unrestrictive, modest clothing. she prefers wools and layers for warmth, particularly during the course of the game because haven and skyhold are COLD. formal: for the winter palace she yielded to what josie thought was best, but given free reign she'd have wanted a long dress. high-necked, long-sleeved, and green would be her preference. she's not good at theorizing about fashion, but she would have been drawn to something that was highly detailed with embroidery or beadwork casual/bedding down: long-sleeved shirt and a lighter one over the top, leggings and breeches. the lighter shirt and breeches come off for bedtime, but the other layers stay on

After the events of the Main Plot, did your OC go back home, or reunite with their people from before? Why / why not? If they did, then did they bring any new friends/partners with them?

she traveled to wycome to visit her clan a few times, but did not stay - although she wanted to. she still feels incredibly close with them, but after the reveal during trespasser, she also feels fundamentally different. she kept her vallaslin, but her faith has been deeply shaken and she's unwilling to burden her clan with the pain she's going through in regards to it. she did bring solas and revas to visit them, though. they figured solas was a city elf and neither of them dissuaded the clan from that notion.

How did your OC deal with permanent injuries/changes/trauma gained from their story, if any?

the loss of her arm shook her deeply and she honestly hasn't really let herself grieve or be angry about it. instead she just keeps pushing forward - as soon as she was healed enough, she began training with cullen to learn how to use a sword instead. eventually her grief will no longer be something she can push aside, but for now she keeps it at bay with activity she also refuses to wear a prosthetic. she pins her sleeves up - during warmer weather she wears sleeveless shirts as well, but she still gets chilled easily so she prefers the layers

#tag game #nessa lavellan #ty bae <3 <3 <3 this was fun #hardest part was choosing which oc lmaO but i'm vibing with nessa today...

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