So I'm developing a new favourite interest-

Strong look, minor details ✨ (Patreon)

Drawings of Deshan and concept Deshan after Trepaser to DA:D(they woild be about 39 in DA:D)

Oh ehh hello! I hope I don't bother, but may I request Pitaya Dragon dating hcs?? Please and thank you! ^^

Hello!!

I’m happy we got Pitaya in kingdom but, tbh, I’m just waiting for Ananas

Imagine Longan in kingdom too 👀👀

Don’t know how they would fit well into the story though hhh

Also Pitaya in disguise I’m sorry mmm

Pitaya Dragon x reader

Romantic

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ They purr. It’s canon. They purred. Yes, the dragons are all just giant cats in disguise. Rub behind the little strands of their hair on the sides of their face, behind their ears, on the curve of their back, or under their jaw and they will be a mess of purrs.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Of all the dragons, Pitaya is the most vocal and willing to show their affection and/or accept yours. They like to commonly head but you or push against you. They do so lightly, but with them being a dragon and their ‘lightly’ being not-so-light in cookie terms, this can result in you falling over if you’re not paying attention, or if they bump you too roughly. They tend to bump you against you neck and shoulders, but they’ve done so to your side, back, and stomach before.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ They hATE water. Being a dragon based on fire and all, water is the Pitaya Dragon’s natural enemy. They enjoy it in little amounts, like drinking a bottle of water or combing water through their hair, but they do NOT like baths or going to the ocean or any type of river. Just bodies of water big enough to encapsulate them almost whole. They will accept taking hot showers, though. The bathroom is practically a sauna once they’re finished with it.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Affections aside from head butting you like the absolute cat they are also include taking you for piggyback rides in either of their forms. If it’s on the ground they’ll mostly sticking to their reserved form, but if they want to fly with you on their back or terrify the locals, they’ll swap to their dragon form. If you ever do fall off of them, they are quick to catch you. If they were close to the ground when you fell and they could catch you, expect them to whole Maleficent-dive under you and catch you with their entire body. They’ll be a little sore from hitting the ground harshly, but their scales are almost as hard as their head. They’re mostly worried about if you’re alright.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ If you wanted to have some sort of saddle or rope or handle for you to hang onto during flights with them in their dragon form, they wouldn’t be against it. So long as it’s removable and doesn’t hinder their flying ability and keeps you safe, then go ahead. Sometimes they might fly with you in their talons (they have beans. Giant dragon beans. Squish the giant beans) if you don’t feel like being on the back or just need a quick transportation, as well.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Their scales are VERY warm. This makes for very good cuddles whenever it’s cold. You don’t even need a blanket by his point- their wings are wide enough to cover whatever part of you isn’t already by their clinginess during snuggle time.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ They love getting into random fights with just about anything. Dragons, people, dogs, cats, furniture. You name it, they probably have a story about sparring with it. Mr. Sprinkles has learned not to come anywhere near Pitaya.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ This dragon is a big tease as well! They’ll tease you on small things you like and do, all in good fun. They can get a little overboard, but their teasing usually ends in either a good laugh or a small head but from them, to show they are just being a little nuisance to you and they don’t mean anything they say.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ The furniture is not safe around them. Either by accident or on purpose, you go through a couch every month and a bed every two. Someone please save the furniture, they don’t deserve this.

Saw @mango-mya 's si/oc inspo post (lmk if you want to be untagged its ok!!) and decided to make a seperate post instead since I'm going to ramble about Chloe and I dont want to clog the main post with my infos (anyway the post is here if anyone wants to reblog with their char's oc inspo :3)

Here's some inspo for my s/i oc Chloe! I don't really have a lot of inspo as oppose to others but I do have a bit detail about it and ahshskaja I think it's fun for me to pick on so the rambles undercut! (Like, im not kidding all my points are everywhere hsksksk)

When I was making an early concept for Chloe, I used Ima (Sedusa) as my early reference for her design. There's a lot of unique body figure of woman in PPG but I am mostly attracted to Sedusa's frame and I cannot stress enough that I love love LOVE her design! Her design is the exact opposite of Utonium (curvy and circle as opposing to Utonium's rectangular and sharp edges) so like I wanted her design to be the opposite of him. I love the idea of opposite attracts and I refered to this idea a lot when I build her character. More on that in just a bit.

When I created her, I was working as a service crew/waitress and I wished it theres something that could swoop me from my boring job so I thinkered with the idea that she found love at the dinky diner she worked at. So one day, I discovered Suzanne Vega's Tom's Diner and I loved this song! What's so interesting to me about this song is that it's an acapella so like I'm able to focus on the lyrics and it basically captured the essence of what I want Utonium and Chloe to be except Chloe would be the one greeting him every morning and give him hello kissies and hhh thats basically the catalyst for their story.

For most of her inspo, mainly personality and clothes, I refer a lot to The Nanny's Fran Fine. I grew up watching The Nanny and I always love how her character is someone that's street smart, extroverted, cares about others and charismatic at times so I based Chloe's personality off this. I also refer to Fran's outfits a lot whenever I draw Chloe in other clothing so if you take a hard look at any of my previous art you may recognize some of her clothes that I used as reference.

For Chloe's hair, I want a distinctive short hair for her and P3's Yukari Takeba was my first choice for a cute short hair cut. I love how her bangs just swoops to her sides and the end of her hair just curls outwards its just so cute to me. I added the heart curl design on her bangs because I really want her hair to be the main focus for her design so that when she wears any other clothes, her hair will remain the same and recognizeable. The heart curls that sticks out of her hair was added veryvmuch later during design process and it almost didn't make it. I'm so glad I keep it, I think people mostly recognize her heart cowlick the most.

While I did say Fran Fine is my main inspo, I did have Bojack's Pickles as another of my personality inspo. She's bubbly, energetic and sometimes ditzy and I never mentioned this but Chloe's a bit ditzy and has a valley girl accent. I have not think of a voice claim yet but the voice that I think that would fit Chloe rn is ATSV's Lyla. There's a significant age gap between Utonium and Chloe and I really want to show how both of them came from different generation (Utonium's a boomer while Chloe's more of Gen X so I want to play around their understanding of trends and how they act with their age accodingly hhh)

Overall, what I want to achieve for Chloe's personality and appearance is someone that would compliment Utonium's personality and appearance in the opposite way because like I said, I love the idea of opposite attracts. Where she lacks education, she makes them up for her communication skills. Where Utonium is big on being a book smart person, she is street smart, she knows how to handle things by her way.

I have no intention to make Chloe have a cool career like Utonium because I still want her to be normal. I always make elaborated backgrounds and jobs for my other s/i ocs so for Chloe, I want to relax, I want her to be normal, have a normal job, nothing interesting. I don't want to rely heavily on those points but instead focus more on building her personality.

When I think about it now, I think its good thag I make Chloe normal. She is really the normality that Prof and the girls needed in their family. She doesn't have any special skills, any benefits directly to them nor any interesting history that makes her unique, she's just some woman that just walks into their life yet unintentionally becomes someone significant to the family's life.

Beginner’s Guide to Faking Sick (Sicktember, Jungkook)

Sicktember Prompt: #11 Beginner’s Guide to Faking Sick  

Word Count: 989

Sickie: Jungkook? kinda?

Caregiver: Yoongi? kinda?

“It’s not going to work.”

Jungkook smiles. Yoongi is frowning, doubting him, and he’s excited to prove him wrong.

“I never get sick, hyung,” Jungkook explains. “Which is exactly why this is going to work.”

He pulls out his makeup and starts sorting through it, selecting a few items. Yoongi leans on the doorframe and watches, suspicious. “Wait, have you done this before?”

“Of course not,” Jungkook replies, but his face says everything– Yoongi wonders how many times he has tricked them like this.

“I’ll have to choose something not too serious, so it won’t cause too much worry. Something contagious, so no one will want to stay home with me.” He pauses, glancing at Yoongi. “A simple cold.” 

Yoongi snorts. “Okay. No one will believe you, then. You never get a cold.” 

“Just wait and see,” is all Jungkook replies.

Yoongi sits on the bed and watches him prepare. First, he changes into sweatpants and a shirt, then does his makeup to make himself look pale and sickly. Then, he does a series of exercises so rigorous that even Yoongi is sweating just watching him– Jungkook does eventually break a sweat, but he makes it all look far too easy. When he’s slightly out of breath, hair mussed up from where he’s run his hands through it, he scrubs roughly at his eyes until they’re red and watering.

“Careful,” Yoongi frowns, resisting the urge to grab Jungkook’s wrists and stop him.

“Now it’s time to fuck up my nose,” Jungkook says with a grin that’s far too cheerful for that kind of statement. 

Apparently, fucking up his nose means spraying some kind of perfume right in front of his face and inhaling deeply though his nose, and then Jungkook is sputtering and making some kind of weird snorting, snuffling sound as he pinches his nostrils together. Yoongi watches in horror and fascination as Jungkook caps the perfume and tosses it to the side, tears already streaming down his face, and then he’s letting go of his nose and sneezing so rapidly he has to hold on to the door frame to keep himself upright.

“Hhh– hpsh! hptsh! uh’HTSH! iiish’uu! ihh’HPTCH! htchsh–uh’htshsh–HPTCH’uu!” 

Jungkook cups one hand tightly around his mouth and nose and squashes the sneezes against his palm; he had learned long ago that trying to hold in his sneeze halfway like this results in very irritated sinuses and a lot of congestion. It works like a charm, and when he finally stops sneezing he’s out of breath and stuffed up and sniffly, nose swollen and red. 

“Holy shit,” Yoongi murmurs. His palms hurt from where he had been digging his fingernails into them. “Are you okay?”

“I’m great,” Jungkook grins, and he looks and sounds exactly like he has a cold.

The last thing he does is put on an oversized hoodie, pulling the hood up to cover most of his messy hair and tucking his hands into the long sleeves.

“It’s go-time,” he tells Yoongi, again a little too cheerfully, and then gives a loud, mostly forced cough into his hoodie-sleeve-covered hand before opening the bedroom door.

Everyone else is eating breakfast when Jungkook shuffles out into the kitchen, Yoongi right behind him. He sniffles emphatically and then plops into a chair, ignoring the way his stomach growls in hunger and dragging his sleeve under his nose.

“Gross,” Jimin says, passing him a napkin. “Use a tissue.”

A well-timed sneeze creeps up in the back of his nose, and Jungkook tries not to smile as he pulls in a slow breath of air through his nostrils to help it along. He grabs the napkin from Jimin, gasping loudly as the tickle takes over, and launches forward with the most vocal sneeze he can spit out. “Huh-EHH’ptchuu!” 

Jimin’s face pinches into a frown. He hands Jungkook another napkin. “Are you sick?”

“Aw, bless you, Jungkookie,” Hoseok says. “Did you catch a cold?” 

Namjoon is leaning across the table, eyebrows furrowed, and Yoongi watches in fascination as they all completely buy the lie that Jungkook is putting on.

“I might be coming down with something,” Jungkook says, scrubbing a finger under his nose. “I don’t feel very well.” 

On one side of him, Jimin scoots his chair away, and on his other side Taehyung leans closer and reaches over to pat Jungkook on the back. 

“Aw, Kookie,” Taehyung says. “You sound awful. You should go straight back to bed.”

Jungkook nods. “That’s what Yoongi-hyung said. I think maybe he’s right.” He sniffles wetly to punctuate his words, and all of them turn to look at Yoongi. 

“I’ll stay back and make sure he actually gets some rest today,” Yoongi says quickly, avoiding eye contact. “You all should get going– we don’t need anyone else getting sick.”

The others nod in agreement, and soon they’re all clearing out of the kitchen, getting ready to leave while sending Jungkook sympathetic glances every time he sneezes into his hoodie sleeve. They wish Jungkook well as they pull on their coats and shoes, promising to let him pick a movie later that night since he’s not feeling well, even though it’s not his turn. 

As soon as they’re all out the door, Jungkook turns to Yoongi, a wide smile spreading across his face.

“Okay,” he says, clapping his hands together. He sounds so congested Yoongi can barely understand him. “Let’s get started! This is gonna be the best surprise party ever, Hobi-hyung is gonna love it!” 

Yoongi shakes his head. “I can’t believe that just worked.” 

Jungkook is about to respond, but instead he ducks his head and sneezes into the crook of his elbow. “uh-HTSH’uu! Okay, I think I went a little overboard with the perfume,” he groans. “I actually might need some medicine.” 

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “You brought this upon yourself,” he laughs. Then, “I’ll grab an antihistamine. You grab the decorations. You’re right, Hoseokie is gonna love this.” 

A/N: hi!!,,,

my first one shot I'm posting bc I love my man;;;I hope it's okay hhh- big thanks to my wonderful friend who gave me the courage to post this you know who you are 💜 uwu

for max emergence I recommend listening to Starry Night (Piano) by Jordan Critz

Sorry if there are any mistakes, English isn't my native language 💀

STARRY NIGHT

(Crosshair x reader but it's fluff kinda)

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Crosshair couldn't help but think about the events that had changed his life the past couple of days.

Sleep doesn't come easy for him anymore, but laying here, with you in his arms, entangled together were the nights that were the easiest for him.

His eyes shifted from the plain wall to your sleeping form in his arms safe and sound, admiring how peaceful you looked and mostly just how beautiful you were. Truly he thought he didn't deserve you, and has told you so several times while you assured him that he deserves the world, even if he doubts that but wouldn't tell you about it since he didn't see the point in bothering you with trying to make him see otherwise. You truly werehis safe place and made him feel like he was finally worth of ... anything, really. It was hard for him to settle on such a calm life after everything that happened at first, especially with the damage inflicted to him mentally. Thankfully you've never made him feel anything less than loved and have always been there for him when he needed it most.

That thought made Crosshair look back to the time you had come for him when he was still under the control of the empire, how grateful and relieved he was that someone had finally come for him, instead of him being the one going to others as what happened with his brothers. You've never believed that he was himself during the time he served the empire and you've only met up with the Bad Batch after the Kamino ordeal, hence why you only came after him post their meeting. The moment you've made it clear to him that you've come for him, and him only, to get him back, to assure him you've never had forgotten about him but were simply taken prisoner by the empire yourself and came as soon as you could, had he finally felt seen, like someone finally cared about him enough to finally get him away from this hell he had managed to get himself into.

A small smile forms on his face as he recalls the time you told him how you had scolded Hunter for not realizing that it wasn't truly him when he had worked for the empire, and it will never cease to amuse him as he imagines the face of Hunter or his... brothers, when they realized that you were right. Crosshair would be lying if he said he didn't feel betrayed by his former squad. The countless missions they've done together, yet they did not take the time to just analyse his behaviour and understand that he was still brainwashed at the time particularly after they'd found out about the chips. All they did was run from him.

He does understand them not coming back after Kamino. He forgives them for that. He is the one who has made it clear to them that his choice was the empire, and his former squad would never want to take away a decision from him. They did not have an inside man as you did at the time, who managed to get him away from the Empire and remove his inhibitor chip for real this time.

His embrace around you tightens while he buries his face in your hair. You grounded him so easily, it was still unusual to him especially after his time with the Empire to have someone to hold onto at night, sometimes even during the day when the thoughts or emotions become too much to handle, or just to simply enjoy time in each other's arms. Crosshair will always be grateful for you,

and he will always love you.

Fictober 2023 17: “I never said it would be easy.”

Hodgy sighed as he covered the steaming dinner plate with a golden cloche before lifting the tray in his flippers. He felt it useful to help balance the plate on the little square pouch that was attached to the skin of his blue penguin shaped body. He spun on his little peg legs in a most adorable manner, which made him grumble under his breath.

He had thought the day he died would be the worst day of his life, but it had barely been the beginning. One moment he was lying in some back alley, bleeding out from a deal gone wrong, the next thing his soul was in hell, getting stuffed into some kind of cloth penguin suit held shut with magical tape. Ever since he had been bounced from master to master, forced to work endlessly to earn Hel, currency to pay off his literal debt in the afterlife so he earns a chance at reincarnation.

He looked down at the tray in his flippers, then up at the tall, slender silver haired werewolf in front of him. He looked mostly human save for his long, pointed ears, sharp teeth and silver tail.

“You know this isn't going to work, right dood?”

He frowned down at Hodgy as if he were something the werewolf might scrape from the bottom of his shoe, “Look, I made a vow to stop trying to get my master to.. partake in human blood. Therefor, I needed to find someone else to get him to consume it. I never said it would be easy.”

That look stung worse than anything. Hodgy had looked up to Fenrich since just days after he had been stuffed into this body and tried his best to please him, but it was never enough. He had tried time and time again to get him to just give up and let his master be happy as he is.

He sighed and straightened his back, holding the tray out in front of him and nodding with renewed determination. If he could actually pull this off it might just impress Fenrich enough to make him take Hodgy on as his own personal Prinny. Personal Prinnies were usually treated a lot better and paid off their debts sooner.

“You're right, dood. I'll do my best, dood.”

A few moments later, he took a deep breath before knocking on the door to Lord Valvatorez's room.

“Enter!” Came the voice from the other side of the door. It was surprisingly warm and jovial so Hodgy carefully balanced the tray and used a free flipper to let himself inside. If he had a stomach it would be full of butterflies due to the nervousness overwhelming him.

“G.. good evening Lord Valvatorez, I b-b-brought your dinner, d-dood!”

“Ah! Wonderful! Thank you so much. Hhh... Hodgy? Was it?”

The Prinny nodded, practically bouncing with happiness. Lord Val was one of the few who bothered to remember his name, though how he could tell him apart from the others was a mystery.

The vampire lord smiled and rubbed his hands together, lifting the cloche off of the dish, the aromatic steam, filled with the smells of cooked lemon, herbs and spices, combined with the light scent of grilled sardines filled the room. He speared one of the small fish with a fork and started to lift it to his mouth when he froze.

“Hodgy...”

“Y-yes, dood?”

“I don't smell blood hidden in my sardines again, do I?”

“N.. nooo, dood?”

“Is that a question or an answer?”

“B.. but! Fenrich made me do it, dood!”

The vampire made a face at that, “Nonsense, I made him promise to stop trying to trick me into devouring human blood. He wouldn't try to go back on his word that way!”

Hodgy just stood and stammered, hopping from one peg leg tot he other as Lord Valvatorez stood and calmly slid the contents of his plate into a nearby trash bin. The blood on the plate from the speared fish plain to see.

“I'm afraid this is a grievous violation of the rules. Your account will be deducted by two thousand Hel.”

“B-but! That's not fair! That's almost a year's salary!”

“And another five hundred for your failure to end every sentence with the word “dood”.” His voice was flat and monotone. The master wasn't angry, just disappointed, and that was somehow a thousand times worse. “Now, go apologize to Fenrich for making such a wold accusation.”

Hodgy just hung his head in defeat as he murmured with what little energy he could muster, “Yes sir, Lord Valvatorez, er.. doooood...”

The vampire's heart actually hurt a little as he walked over and patted Hodgy on the back. “I'll tell you what. Just apologize to Fenrich and we'll call the rest of it even. You've made a lot of progress and I've been keeping my eye on you.

Hodgy blinked and smiled up at the vampire lord, “R-really, dood?”

“Of course, you've been doing a wonderful job working off your sins here in the Netherworld, but,” he crouched down, smiling as he looked into Hodgy's wide eyes, “I never said it would be easy.”

L and Matsuda for 002?

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THANK YOU 🎲 ANON!!

How I feel about L: hhhhh sigh. hhh. sighhhshhshsiigggh. honestly? he's kind of like my favourite jumper. he's my number one comfort character ever and I came very close to crying in bed for days after he died. i am not 'typical about this man.

How I feel about Matsuda: he's such a cutie!! teehee!!! look at this silly fella who probably cuts his own hair!! giggling and kicking my feet cause he's funny and silly and would be a good friend doncha think?

All the people I ship romantically with L: Matsuda, Misa, Rie, other people's OCs (if they're shipped with him by their creator xD). Light deserves a mention because while I don't ship LawLight romantically I do think they're an iteration of the "red thread" trope because no matter what time, no matter what place, they'll write history together with a pen filled with their own blood in place of ink. that said I was genuinely surprised that so many people ship them just because I don't see it at all. I don't hate it, there's just nothing that clicks for me when looking at L and Light.

All the people I ship romantically with Matsuda: mostly just L, I've seen Matsu + Misa stuff but I think they'd be cuter friends.

My non-romantic OTP for L: Light 100%. You can't have one without the other. I can't explain all my thoughts about them without a whole post dedicated to it, but anyway, Light is my answer.

My non-romantic OTP for Matsuda: mentioned it above, Misa! They're two sillies and they're both :3 so they're besties and they've probably got matching friendship bracelets.

My unpopular opinion about L: he does eat normal food on a semi-regular basis. specifically, meat, usually I think steak. I hc him as anemic but also Watari wouldn't let L die or become malnourished and there's important things in food that you can't necessarily get in vitamins or tablets. and actually, as someone with anemia, I think L would actually have really strong cravings for rare or medium rare red meat when his iron is low and thus when he eats it he enjoys it.

My unpopular opinion about Matsuda: He's actually really smart, especially with humanities subjects. Just doesn't have great detective skills. A different career path may have been beneficial but he actually really believes in justice, probably more so than L and Light, and he actually QUESTIONS his own sense of justice which leads to more balance. he's such a great guy.

One thing I wish had happened with L in canon: he survived. and actually, I'd just really like to see him solve lots of cases. idk how many/if any he solved outside the anime but you know. a side series where he solves cases and explores the world and has tea parties with Watari would melt my heart.

One thing I wish had happened with Matsuda in canon: honestly I just wish we got to see more of him in general. I wish we got deeper into his character - into everyone's character, actually, they're all a little 2D and it's not just the animation - but yeah. more Matsu. how he works.

My L OTP: I'm not sure if I can pick one HAHAHHS I love all his relationships (well, my headcanons for them) from platonic to father and son to mentor and mentee to enemies together to lovers. yeah. I just like L LMAO but maybe Matsu. hm idk. I hear some people ship him with BB or Naomi and I wanna look into that.

My Matsuda OTP: lowkey L and Matsuda are one of my favourite ships. in Matsu's case I don't really ship him with anyone else so this is the only answer. some of you might have noticed that in my headcanons Matsuda plays Pokémon Go! and L is a Pokémon fan too... hmm... Also I like them cause they're both childish: like yeah L is always calling Matsuda stupid but does he call any other task force members stupid, even when they deserve it? no. arrogant child and silly child. even in non ship situations I think they're actually on similar wavelengths in a way.

My crossover ship for L: (platonic) Saiki K. you can't tell me they wouldn't be best friends come onnnn smnsndndm hehe

My crossover ship for Matsuda: I dunno actually...

A headcanon for L: if he has to wear shoes, he has to wear blue socks. not dark blue or navy, LIGHT, SATURATED BLUE. it's like neon ahhaha. there's little yellow flowers at the hem bits but his jeans cover them.

A headcanon for Matsuda: he doesn't like chips because they're too crunchy. he likes chips though. curly chips. YES I CALL BOTH TYPES CHIPS AND IT MAKES IT HARD TO DISCERN OVER TEXT SHSGYAYDH SORRY

Could you please do Eddie or Steve with a congested and sneezy cold. Their so stuffed up they can barely sniffle and all their sneezes are stifled which only makes the sneeze more so they end up having really long and messy fits.

Yes, hell yeah!! I got so excited about this prompt. This drabble takes place in the Rockstar AU around the holidays! Sick!Eddie and Kink!Steve - but Eddie doesn’t know about the kink yet! AS ALWAYS MINORS DNI

Hope you enjoy. Thank you for sending. 🤍KB

*****

Steve unwrapped a new box of tissues from the hallway closet, tearing off the cardboard flap at the top. A series of muffled coughs came from the lump on the couch that was his boyfriend.

The older man was laying on their sofa, in pajama pants and a hoodie, blanket draped over his shoulders. The coffee table was littered with tissues, cough drop wrappers, and their thermometer. Off to the side, their humidifier was hissing as it puffed steam into the air around him.

Despite being incredibly turned on, Steve felt bad that Eddie seemed pretty miserable. He was very thankful they were in the middle of a break from tour because of the rapidly approaching holidays.

“How you feeling, Eds?” Steve asked as he padded over.

Eddie cleared his throat before responding, holding up the rock n roll hand gesture, “Like shit, Steve. I hehh H’nGSHxxT!”

Eddie brought the collar of his hoodie up over his nose and mouth, ducking as two more sneezes tumbled out of him. He sniffled thickly before bringing it down, making puppy eyes at Steve.

The younger man pulled the first tissue out of the box and handed it to Eddie. Getting a glimpse at how raw his nose was, Steve was thankful he splurged on Puffs plus lotion this time.

“I cad see the headlines n’dow…” Eddie gurgled into the tissue and tossed it to the side before reaching for another from Steve, “Eddie M’bunsod, lead si’ger for Corroded Coffind dies at age twe’dty eight from a tehh terrible hhh fucking HEH cold… H’xxTCH! N’xxT! iixxtCHU! UGH Fuck!”

The tissue he was holding was now a soggy mess. Steve bit his lip and quickly held out the box of tissues, Eddie plucking three of them and switching them out.

Eddie folded them over his nose, a tear rolling down his cheek as his eyes fluttered shut again, “HeKCHuhew!”

“Jesus, bless you!” Steve tucked the box in between Eddie and the couch cushions, sitting on the armrest and rubbing his partner’s back.

Eddie wiped at his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie, discarding of the tissues on the table before leaning back against Steve’s thigh and looking up at him.

Steve returned the look, softening at how sick Eddie looked. He was paler than normal with rings pulling at the underside of his eyes. His nose was pink and he just lacked his usual energy. He ran his fingers through Eddie’s hair a few times before he rested the backs of them on his forehead.

“Do’t have a fever. Checked this m’borning.”

“That’s good.” Steve hesitated, “You still feel crummy though.”

Eddie have a soupy sniffle that made Steve wince. “I’b just so co’dgested? Can’t even snFF s’deeze properly. Which does absolutely fucki’g n’dothing for this…tickle that won’t go away…”

Steve looked down again, seeing Eddie’s face scrunch up in anticipation. He was slowly bringing his sweatshirt sleeve up to his face.

“Lean forward Eds.” Steve suggested, knowing it might loosen some congestion.

“Okay..!?” Eddie said desperately before he cupped two sleeved hands over his mouth and nose.

“G’xxTCH! exXTCHT! iiXXT’iyue!”

He sniffled thickly as he pulled his hands down. He turned his right hand over to rub at his nose with the back of his sleeved wrist, eyes still mostly shut.

“Bless-”

Eddie held up a finger with his left hand telling Steve to wait.

Steve’s face burned as he watched Eddie’s nostrils quiver against the sleeve before all of a sudden, his chest expanded as his breath hitched.

“Eh’TCHuu! HIH’ekSHiew! T’zziHEW!… H’iKSHTiew!!”

Each release sent a little bit of mess running from his nose onto the sleeve that was pressed firmly under his nose.

“Eww! Fuck!!” Eddie yelled as he grabbed a handful of tissues, trying to clean himself up.

“I’b so sorry you had to witn’dess that Stevie. If you want to break up with m’be, I’d u’derstand.” The older man joked, grabbing more tissues to wipe off his sleeves.

Steve struggled to even get words out at first. Eddie had no idea how hot that display was to him.

“Here, gimme your sweatshirt babe. I’ll get you a new one. That’s so….unsanitary.” Steve mumbled, looking at the damp spots that were starting to dry.

“Oh, okay.” Eddie pulled the hoodie off over his head, revealing a plain black tee shirt. He shivered slightly and huddled deeper inside the blanket he was shouldering.

Steve took the dirty sweatshirt from his boyfriend and headed toward the laundry machine.

“I’ll be right back with a clean jacket. Don’t move, okay?” He instructed as he started to walk away.

Eddie, wrapped in his blanket, gave a tired thumbs up from across the room.

“Wouldn’t - iiKSH’iyue! snlorff - would’t dreamb of it.”

It is WIP Wednesday, which I only celebrate when I have a wip to share (which is to say: infrequently).

Turns out having a secondary fic to fiddle with helps me work on the main one more. This time the secondary is an old TES wip called Dear Brother. I've shared pieces before but it's largely unpublished since it was during my "I can't let anyone know I'm cringe!!!" 2016 phase. It has like ten chapters sitting in a file gathering dust, but I've been editing it bit by bit and injecting a new framing device. Here's some drafting of a scene stitching together the middle chapters.

Raelius shrieks as a weight descends upon him in a flurry of shadows. Before he even has a chance to react, he’s hit the floor while someone's hand wraps tightly around his throat. An ugly knife glints in the light of his still-flickering torch spell. To his horror, the face of a corpse melts out of inky blackness and hovers menacingly above. A thick, tangled curtain of blood red hair obscures its features, but the dim light reveals its most important detail - fangs like those of a slavering wolf, bared in a frozen lunge for a second that feels more like a lifetime.

Yet in that same second, Raelius notices something else. Beneath that lethal maw, its neck beholds a jagged, twisted scar. The flesh there is lumpy and gnarled from its body's desperate attempts to knit a mortal wound back together long after surrender should have come. Recognition hits him in a surge that overrides all panic. "You're the Silencer!" he gasps. The corpse stills. Its jaws close slightly, its hand loosens. Shadows dance across the sharp ridges of its face where bone stretches its skin taut. Then, its eyebrows furrow in what could only be described as a dumbfounded expression. A wheezing puff of air hisses through its throat. "Hhh?" it questions. Its breath hits Raelius as a rotten cloud, and he dearly wishes for the vampire to close its mouth. "Th-the writer! Of the journal! I have your journal!" he explains quickly. "Please let go, and I can show you!" The vampire none-too-gently yanks Raelius to his feet by a fistful of tunic. In the quiet that follows, its reddish-pink eyes scan his face in meticulous examination. At least, Raelius thinks they're scanning his face, since any difference between sclera, iris, and pupil is just a progressive deepening of red. An unsettling gaze that would remind him of Dunmeri eyes, were they not so empty. Regardless, he takes the chance to give the same once-over to his mystery author. It - or maybe “he”? - is indeed as short as admitted in the journal. He's of Bosmeri heritage, the woodland elves who are much smaller than their eastern and western merrish cousins. Silencer stands nearly a foot shorter than the Redguard mage, but his presence intimidates all the same. If memory serves, contemporary medical texts describe vampirism as bestowing supernatural strength along with its various curses. And given that he just lifted Raelius one-handed, it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine him capable of much more concerning feats. Silencer could likely snap the intruding man in two should he choose. Raelius gives a nervous laugh at this realization and wets his lips. “You didn't write about the vampirism! I was wondering how you might have escaped that dreadful business in your last entry,” he offers lightly. “Well, perhaps you just didn't get to that part, seeing as I have your book and all. But wow - this is incredible, really, I was only looking for more pages here, I didn't expect to find you alive! Er, well, mostly alive, aha…” The joke doesn't seem to break any ice, since Silencer merely stares with wide, unblinking eyes. Typical response to icebreakers at Raelius' academic conferences, anyhow. “I suppose your title describes you well, Silencer!” Another nervous laugh, a clearing of the throat. “Perhaps I should introduce myself and tell you why I’m here. My name is Raelius Moorwing, and I’m a graduate student at the Arcane University ...” Silencer sticks a hand out with his palm up. Raelius goes in for the expected handshake, but the vampire smacks his advance away in annoyance. He repeats the original gesture, this time curling and uncurling fingers insistently, as though to demand ‘give me’. “Ah, right! Your book, yes, I’m sure you’re keen to see it, just a moment.”

I love that anxious seph is a thing now. I have anxiety so we need more of that stuff because he's so distraught in crisis core and I feel so bad for him.

So with that all said, how does your seph unwind or relax? I want soft boy doing soft boy thingsssss

YESSS Anxious Seph!

I have clinical anxiety too hhh so maybe I impose that on Seph a lot BUT he does exhibit actual traits!

-Anyway, in the rare instances when Seph gets to unwind and relax, he typically will do a number of things. One of them, of course, is engaging with Angeal and Genesis. As his trusted companions, they're good at getting him out of his shell, as well as helping him take pleasure in more simple things in life. Later on, he feels this way towards Zack as well, perhaps even more so since seeing Zack becomes probably the only thing that relaxes him in what is essentially a series of constant losses and uncertainties.

-Apart from being around his companions, Sephiroth likes taking long, warm baths. No loud noises. No bright lights. Just a quiet dark soak in the tub, maybe with some wine and a lot of self-care and self-soothing. He avoids being near anything that could potentially trigger turbulent emotions, going off the grid for a few hours just to bask in a bit of warmth and silence.

-Sephiroth is rather fond of scented candles. They hold a relaxing aroma. His cabinet is probably secretly filled with them for later use.

-Hair care! Sephiroth loves brushies.

-Sephiroth suffers from chronic insomnia. Some of it is stress and some of it, unbeknownst to him, is because he's partially nocturnal. He's sleepiest during the day and in the offhand chance he actually has the day off, he likes a nice cozy nap with his window open and a bit of sun filtering through the blinds. Catboy hehe

-Deep breathing techniques! Sephiroth is extremely good at appearing calm and completely put together. The only time he really shows his true expressions are when he's alone and unmonitored. If he's having a particularly rough day, he tries to center himself by steadying his breathing. Lots of closing his eyes and counting to 10. Lots of sensory techniques to take his mind off of current stressors.

-Sephiroth is at his absolute worst after lab visits. Though he's willing to stand up to Hojo now that he's no longer a child and very actively gets violent around Hojo if he falls prey to the scientist's goading, the procedures themselves take a heavy toll. He will occasionally be granted breather days afterwards, where he mostly just hides out in his room to recover. Sephiroth doesn't actively sign up for break days so much as they're assigned to him, but even he has limits. He will spend a few days just kind of lying inert and avoiding everyone. Completely nonverbal and isolated.

-As a child, Sephiroth loved puzzles. Puzzles were his favorite way of settling himself, especially if they were particularly difficult. If he's focusing more on solving the puzzle, he doesn't have to think about bad or scary things. He does the same as an adult, busying himself with crosswords and other idle objects to draw his attention elsewhere.

-Sephiroth finds that he sometimes has very strange yearnings. Things he can't quite express or articulate. The need to be held--not romantically. Simply...held. Held tight. Held close. Bundled up against something warm with warm hands around him. He views the need as incredibly weak and beneath him, but the feeling has lingered his entire life. He wishes he could pinpoint its source. But it always slips away at the last moment. Sometimes, alone in bed, he holds himself, trying to capture the feeling. It's so strange. Human and warm and safe. But he can't quite replicate it. He's disgusted with himself for trying or caring. And yet...

and now two games from lovely @astro-gnome. thank you so much 🥰

last song i listened to: she's got a way by billy joel

favorite color(s): purple and blue!!!

currently watching: nothing, not really into any tv shows at the moment. mostly watching random videos on youtube

sweet/savory/spicy: i think sweet. spicy is nice too from time to time

relationship status: nobody want me </3333

current obsession: knitting and crocheting. the usual

last thing i googled: song titles for one of the other posts just to make sure i typed them right hhhh

and now the second one!

are you named after anyone? no, but that'd be cool. i like my name too much tho can't imagine having a different name

when was the last time you cried? hmm for sure last month but i don't remember why and when exactly

do you have kids? i'm just a kid myself but also nobody wants to kiss me let alone reproduce hhh

what sports do you play/have you played? all the sport i've ever done in my life was PE classes at school. i've never been on any teams

do you use sarcasm? impossible in poland not to

whats the first thing you notice about people? the general vibe. i'm scared of people in general so if my silly brain decides they don't seem like they're gonna say something mean to me then i'm fine. other than that other major things are clothes/hair

whats your eye color? green <- same

scary movies or happy ending? i hate horror movies scary movies (with some exceptions) <333 so happy endings it is

your talents? i can mimic this guy's voice quite well:

okaaaaayyyyyy let'sgo

where were you born? small shithole in northern poland

any hobbies? (🤝 same hobby) mostly crocheting

do you have pets? one cat, she lives with my parents

how tall are you? 162cm/5'4''

favorite subject in school? english, geography, history

dream job? human shazam so i can recognize famous songs in public places in less than 5 seconds and people can go "wow" and pay me for my incredible talent

there is a thought that has been absolutely MARINATING in my silly little head that i just don't have the energy to actually write so i'm gonna talk about it here bc you actually like,, listen to what i have to say.

Hhh anyway imagine fem!reader being in the yearbook club and being assigned to take pictures of the clubrooms and their members. That's how she meets eddie, and the pictures that she takes of the hellfire club "coincidentally" always come out blurry (when really, reader has a crush on eddie and is just trying to find any excuse to come see him). Eddie ends up inviting reader to join hellfire, and after she joins dustin "accidentally" lets it slip to her that eddie's been referring to her as the "angel of hellfire club".

Jeez this ended up being really long, im sorry - 🌙

The Angel of Hellfire Club (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader) Headcanons

a/n: yeah this got away from me a bit, i'm not gonna lie to you, moon. still, i hope you enjoy, i could maybe do a second part if you so please? xx @anonmoonie

WARNINGS: nothing honestly, a tiiiny allusion to sex but like barely, otherwise some friends-ish-to-lovers :)

- So it starts like your freshman year, you join the yearbook club because you’re really interested in photography and you think it’s a good place to get some experience taking photos. Unfortunately the senior who’s in charge of the photography unit is like super mean and bossy and makes you do all the worst jobs like taking photos of the science dissections and forcing you to go on the wilderness camps and stuff to ‘capture the high school experience’, and it also means you’re stuck having to photograph any old club that wants their photo in the yearbook

- You’d never heard of the Hellfire Club before, they weren’t overly your scene–your parents would flip if they knew the kind of ‘devil worship’ the club did, though you thought they were quite funny

- As much as it seemed like a punishment at the time–paying your dues to be able to take some real photos for the yearbook–it was a blessing in the form of an afternoon of laughs and like 4 wasted rolls of film

- It was the leader of the little club–he was a sophomore at the time–Eddie. He was the one corralling everyone into a big group, when you’d tell everyone to smile nicely, since this was a yearbook photo and all, but something about him just made the rest of the club go wild when you went to take the photo; tongues out, devil horns made out of their hands, weird contortions with their legs

- Eddie watched as you fiddled with the camera every time you’d have to set up for a new photo, your eyebrows furrowed as you messed with the aperture and exposure to get the perfect shot–the camera they gave you in high school was a lot more advanced than the one your parents had gifted you for Christmas in the eighth grade

- He couldn’t deny he thought you were kinda cute, that was why he wanted to tease you, and the rest of the Hellfire Club just went along with whatever Eddie did,,,,

- Eventually you felt like you got a good enough shot, most of the club was smiling into the lens–though the leader still couldn’t help but throw a ‘rock on’ hand gesture into the mix but it would just have to do because your free period was just about over and you still had to photograph three other clubs

- As the group left the gym, you didn’t neglect to notice that the long-haired leader was smirking at you and you swore you heard him say goodbye in the shuffle of all the people, though you were mostly distracted by one of the other members, Jeff, apologising for their antics–they just couldn’t help it sometimes, he said.

- From then on, you noticed the Hellfire Club and their leader a lot more–you noticed where they sat at lunch, you noticed when they’d creep off to the drama room on Fridays to play their little game, and somehow, during changeover periods, you managed to run into that Eddie almost every. single. day.

- Between just saying hi, commenting on the weather, and then offering to carry your books for you to your next class, you couldn’t get away from Eddie Munson. Though he was starting to grow on you

- It was just the fact that he was always there in your peripheral, it became a comfort.

- So when you were told to get some filler shots of all the clubs for the back pages of the yearbook, you knew EXACTLY what club you wanted to shoot first.

- It was a rainy Tuesday morning, the transition between second and third period, when Eddie popped up at the side of your locker like he normally did, asking how your morning was going, when you asked point blank if you could join the Hellfire Club for one meeting to take some candid shots.

- Of course he IMMEDIATELY said yes, told you what day, what time, what room, he asked if you needed anything like lights or something, he could order a pizza or something if you were hungry? He basically hyperventilated on the spot.

- You weren’t doing great yourself, freaking out because of course you realised very quickly what the bubbling in your chest every time he was near meant, but you were just a freshman yearbook nerd

- You decided the best way to go about it was being professional, you were a photographer, and he was your subject, and that was it–you had to take it seriously or else you’d be stuck just developing photos for the next three years and you’d never get to take another photo for the yearbook again

- So come Friday afternoon, you stayed with the club for about an hour, took photos of all their little game pieces and some candids while they were playing, and quickly left, saying you had to get back to the dark room to get developing already

- Eddie was a little hurt, he’d modified the session to make it as crazy as possible, to give you a real look into DnD, but before he knew it, you were out the door

- And then you’d stopped saying hello to him in the halls, and then at the beginning of the next year you took over photographing the music department so there was no more Hellfire Club photo sessions with you

- You almost became like a myth to the Hellfire Club, when Gareth joined, he only heard rumours of you from the rest of the guys, and that was the way it stayed–only with occasional mentions and teasings of Eddie about the ‘Angel of Hellfire’ –a nickname he’d come up with for an NPC who’d reminded him of you, though he’d never got the chance to tell you

- Now MEANWHILE, you’re dealing with monsters and evil shit from the Upside Down (you’re probably friends with Jonathan, let’s say that’s how you got involved) so you’re in with all the kids and friends with them

- So when they all start high school, even though you graduated the year before, you still want to know all the gossip and happenings of Hawkins High

- And when Dustin, Mike and Lucas tell you they’ve joined a DnD club called Hellfire, you first off, choke on whatever you were eating or drinking, and then ask them a million questions about all the old members and who is still there and stuff–you know Eddie is a super duper Senior so of course he’s still there but you want to hear it (because you still can’t help the butterflies in your stomach when you think of him,,,,call it puppy love or whatever but something about those big brown eyes has a hold on you that years of interdimensional monsters and trauma can’t get rid of)

- Of course, its Dustin who puts two and two together and realises that the elusive Angel of Hellfire (who he knew liked photography and was part of the yearbook committee) was you, he had to do something

- So he makes a plan early in the year–he tells Eddie he needs help with his character sheet for their next campaign, so could Eddie help him figure it out in the drama room after school that day, Eddie begrudgingly says yes–he just had to help out one of his little sheepies

- And he tells you, he thinks something weird is going on in the drama room–something Upside Down weird–and he needs help investigating after school, so you drop everything at your job at the Hawkins Post and rush as quick as you can to the school

- Eddie was waiting for Dustin–who was like ten minutes late–and was starting to get actually pissed off, he had a deal he had to get to and he didn’t like to look flakey in front of customers

- He basically couldn’t breathe when you rushed into the drama room, out of breath and clutching a baseball bat with nails hammered into the end of it

- You quickly realised the scheming that had taken place, but there was something drawing you to him, you just had to say hello now, it would be rude to just leave

- ‘Uh, hey,’ you said, still trying to catch your breath

‘Hi…’ His eyes looked so soft in the dim lighting of the room, you could see everything reflected in them. ‘Funny seeing you here….’

- It’s suuuuper awkward but you so want to talk to him (you also so want to kiss him but that would be insane, right?)

- It was honestly pitiful how quickly the two of you were on each other, something about the fact that you hadn’t seen each other since you graduated, along with the knowledge that some scheming had taken place, it just felt right.- You didn’t get far in the drama room–it was school, for crying out loud, but you had a free schedule, so it didn’t take much convincing for you to head back to Eddie’s trailer after the deal he had to make, and lets say,,,,you weren’t an angel that night (lmao i’m sorry that last line made me laugh too much not to include it)

Your writting is so amazing! If you're still taking request can we pls have a sneezy Eddie indulging snz kink Chrissy?

Walking into the small apartment she and Eddie have in the heart of downtown Hawkins, Chrissy freezes. A mess of brown curls is just barely visible, cascading down the arm rest of their couch, making the twenty four year old wonder if she’s gotten his work schedule wrong for the week. Eddie’s supposed to be working at the garage until six tonight, or so she thought.

Setting her bag down and wiping strawberry blonde hair from her face, the gymnastics coach moves in further, eyes taking in the scene before her. Sprawled out on the couch is her boyfriend, which isn’t entirely unusual; aside from the scheduling question, but there are a few tissues crumpled next to him, and he’s got a blanket they usually keep on the back of the couch draped across him. His mouth is parted, and the noise he’s making on every inhale sounds stuffy.

“Eddie?” She puts a hand on the guitarist's shoulder, crouching down and shaking him gently.

“Hmm?” Big brown eyes flutter open, a sight she always enjoys- his doe eyes are ranked number two on her ‘hottest things about Eddie’ list she keeps tucked away in her mind.

“Hey baby, I thought you worked till six tonight,” she runs a hand through the twenty five year olds hair, but the movement stills when she notices his nose twitch, nostrils flaring into perfect circles.

“Oh, yeah, I-snf! I was supposed to but I gohhht sehhndt h-hh! hih’GKtSCHuhEW! ihKSCHH! H-hohhme- ehhGIXtchh’EW! snfsnf! SNF! Think I’m coming down with a cold, Chris.”

The entire thing is dramatic and played up and Chrissy feels herself get hot all over. Her cheeks feel on fire, and warmth pools in her stomach. Mouth suddenly dry, she looks at him more carefully. He does look run down, and his eyes have circles under them. His nose is what gets her full attention.

It’s pink and runny, the divot above his upper lip shining and slick. His nostrils, even now, are quivering. As she catalogs everything; trying to take mental photos, she watches the guitarist rub a balled up tissue against his abused nose, watches intently as his nostrils flare again. She can just barely make out a bit more mess leaking down into the white, thin material.

His eyes flutter shut, long dark eyelashes fanning against his pale skin before-

“ihHGihKTschh’UHEW! hah’IgKSHEW!”

Tissue jiggling against his septum, Chrissy watches as the tickle toys with her boyfriend.

“iHhSHHeEw! ikshh!”

A long, soupy blow follows and she feels herself squirm slightly, still on the floor next to the couch. She can’t recall him sounding sick this morning, but she’d had to leave like a bat out of hell this morning so as not to be late after sleeping through her alarm.

“Bless…bless you, baby,” her voice is soft, and she puts a hand on his somewhat flushed cheek. It’s warm but not worryingly slow. “You got sent home? Are you feeling terrible?”

Eddie lets a smile slowly overtake his lips, smirking. Oh, he definitely knows what he’s doing to her. He rubs his nose again then gives a dramatic sniffle.

“Uhh…my throat’s ki’da sore? A’d I’m a little achy…mostly m-my…nose and I keep neehdi’g t-hhH! iHGKShhh’EW! SNF! …do that.”

Almost involuntarily, Chrissy shifts and moves to sit on Eddie, straddling his lap. She leans down and kisses him, making him smirk.

“You’re guhh’da catch my -snf! my cold, babydoll.”

Another nose twitch and then he sneezes against her shoulder, soupy and germy and so ridiculously coldish sounding, and she can’t help the low moan that drops out of her mouth.

“Eddie…”

“Behhdroom?”

“Please, Jesus…”