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wizkiddx · 3 years

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hiiiii i love your stuff - could u do one where the readers ill but they have stuff to do and tom has to look after her. maybe if they were just friends before too but both pining? thankuuuuuuuuu

should I be writing this instead of revising? clearly fucking not. Did I make this little blurb req ridiculously long purely to procrastinate? Of fucking course.

but also this was v cute! I assumed u meant famous!reader, sorry if that's not what u were after at all anon x

summary: Tom Holland turns into the readers knight in shining armour when they get ill during promo

warnings: fainting / feeling ill

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It couldn’t be today. Of all days, why today? You’d been at home for two weeks doing absolutely nothing, before this trip. And yet it’s when your itinerary is packed to the brim, people moving heaven and earth just speak to you. Two weeks of unrelenting press for Marvels next big ensemble movie.

Your manager was speaking to you, reeling off a run down of todays activities but instead of listening you nodded along blankly - head rather cloudy with this heavy mist that was not shaking off, no matter how hard you tried.

“You got that Y/n/n?” Lucy pointedly spoke, eyes almost physically knocking you backwards as if her eyeliner was battery rams. Fumbling with your thoughts, your answer wasn’t particularly cohesive earning you just a disappointed head shake.

“I um… yeh I think. Who-who did you say I was paired up with?”

“Y/n please for the love of god. Tom, like I said the past fifty times.” And to be fair to Lucy she wasn’t wrong. It was the first major major promo tour for the both of you and after just two days so far - you were both exhausted. She was more than allowed to be a bit short tempered.

“But we-we hardly know each other? The chemistry won’t be there and-“

“As I said, I tried to re-jig it but Kevin is of the mind that acting is your job.” Her tone was sharp but as she glared across the opposing seats, in the little mini van Marvel had hired for you as transportation, her eyes softened. Lucy had been so wrapped up in her own stress she may have overlooked quite how gingerly you were sitting. By the time she had arrived at the hotel, your stylist had already managed to half save your ghoulish looking face, with sunken under eyes and tired skin, so it wasn’t so blatantly obvious how crap you were feeling. “Is everything okay with you?”

It felt pretty puny to say that the jet lag from flying to Tokyo had been weighing you down further than you wanted, or that the local cuisine top chefs had kindly prepared for you last night wasn’t siting well in your stomach. To be honest, even you thought it was just your body being a bit overdramatic. So in response, you put on your best happy-go-lucky face feigning a smile.

“No no I’m fine, just want to give the best interviews I can and you know…. I’m awkward as hell as it is, then pair me with the most talented actor that I share about two minutes of screen time with…it’ll be interesting.”

The way Lucy reacted with a weird slow nod, eyebrows furrowed, meant it was quite apparent you had perhaps overplayed that one. Had you not been so over the day before it even began, you would’ve tried again to give a more believable act. But as you were, you turned your attention back out to the bustling streets of Tokyo and the high rise buildings bordering each pavement.

You didnt have a problem with Tom, far from it in fact. Tom was hilarious and the times you had met him, you’d both built up this weird and sarcastic competitiveness with each other. It was a game of who could get the last laugh, each of you pushing each other with the Mickey taking just a little further. Of course, not in a malicious way, just the way you’d both lived pretty similar but parallel careers - when everyone drew comparisons between the both of you, it was nice to make it a joke.

Like Tom you’d also started out on stage, had a ‘big break’ movie as a kid and then spent your teenage years on and off film sets - till marvel happened. Then everything blew up to epic proportions, changing your life forever. Actually, it was so similar to Tom’s story, plus the fact you were also from the south west of the UK. It was bizarre your paths hadn’t crossed more - He probably could’ve been a useful ally in the the whole ‘becoming famous’ thing.

And yet, you could probably count on two hands the amount of conversations you’d had with him.

Now that, that was the issue. Right from the beginning you learn what the press want and when you are publicising a movie you cater into it too. They’d all be asking for the insider scoop on set; what pranks you’d pulled on each other; what was the most annoying thing about each other. Which is hard if you’d only had 5 or 6 days actually on set together.

By the time the cab had wormed its way through the Tokyo traffic and you arrived at the PR hotel, it was already 9:30 - making you 15 minutes late (blame it on the traffic). Instantly then you were ushered straight to the interview room for the evening, no chance of green room chat or grabbing a drink before. The place was stuffy, everything was draped with black curtains except the poster board that Tom was already sitting infront of.

He’d scrubbed up well, no doubt about it. He was wearing statement-ish burgundy suit trousers, teamed with a black knitted but collared shirt thing - that was clearly tailor made for the man. As soon as he noticed you scurry into the room, his face broke out into a warm smile, jumping up to greet you in a friendly hug. It was brief, and as you pulled back you accidentally bumped your head on one of the overhanging lights. No doubt someone had spent a ridiculous amount of time configuring them so they were positioned perfectly, which you had just ruined with your big head.

“Oh shit!” Tom just laughed in response, shaking his head slightly as he lead you the two steps across to your pre-positioned seats.

“Making an entrance as always I see!”

“Yeh, you know me, a bit of chaos just to keep everyone on their toes.”

“Oh is that why you’re ‘fashionably late’” With a playful wiggle of his eyebrows, you just rolled your eyes, fidgeting on the chair to find a position that didnt aggravate your stomach so much.

“I’m ready now though! What did I miss? Just having to pretend to be your friend for 15 minutes?” You stressed the words as though the thought of conversation with Tom was the absolute worst thing in the world - which you definetly didnt think. Scowling like you’d insulted his dog Tessa, it was almost visible how the cogs were turning in his head looking for a comeback. Unfortunately for him though, he was quickly shut up but the organiser bringing the first interviewer in .

For what would, no doubt, be a long day.

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Everything had started off so well, the banter was flowing between you and Tom, no major spoilers revealed that meant Marvel would have to make the journalist disappear. It was once you hit an hour of back-to-back interviews that everything started to crack bit. Because yes, it had only been an hour but that was enough to exhaust you on this particular day. When Tom joked around you got slower and slower, similarly the energy was zapped from your own answers. It’s not very compelling when someone says ‘you have to watch this movie’ in a monotonous voice with sullen eyes.

As the interviewers were swapping in and out, Tom actually lightly nudged your shoulder.

“Everything alright? We’re trying to sell tickets and you’ve got a face like thunder.”

“Oh no-no sorry I just, I-um.”

“You want some water?” Now looking at your with more concerned eyes, as if he was just nervous he’d actually offended you for calling you a boring bastard. And you would’ve picked up on it and alleviated his concerns, if it weren’t for the fact your eyes were glued on the water bottle he was holding out to you. You were thirsty. You knew that, that wasn’t the conundrum. What you weren’t so sure about was whether your stomach would accept it, or more violently reject it. In a very non ‘we’re-trying-to-sell-a-movie’ style.

But the lightheaded fogginess in your brain won out, as you nodded jerkily, taking the bottle and taking a little swig - too cautious to take anymore.

Now concerned with how Tom thought you were being a Debby-downer too, you managed to perk yourself up for the next four interviews. They were easy, asking questions without any activity and though you did rely on Tom beefing out and adding to your answers, it was okay. Then the next interviewer came in, who you recognised as being from the BBC, Ali Plumb, that had interviewed you a number of times. From the way Tom jumped up to give him afirendly bro-hug, you guessed he also was familiar with him. As soon as he took a seat the cameras were already flashing with the red light, demonstrating his 7 minutes had already started.

“Guys! It’s been a while.”

“How are you Ali?” You started it off with the pleasantries, Tom echoing, before the speccy dirty-blonde asked his first question.

“So the last time I spoke to you guys the universe was in chaos, Peter Parkers on the run and Aurora Blake was trying to strip her own powers, so I guess my first question is how are you both doing? We can use this as a therapy session if you guys need.” His very typical nerdy joke made Tom laugh, nodding as he leaned forward and repositioned a bit.

You didn’t share the same humour though, more focused on this invisible blanket of stuffiness that seemed to have been thrown on top of you. It made you feel groggy, incredibly hot and so unbelievable nauseous. The lights weren’t helping either, it felt like you were pouring with sweat from your forehead. You thought Tom was answering Ali, even if you couldn’t really hear - everything had merged into a deafening roar. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, unconsciously making you fumble yourself to standing, desperate to get somewhere with fresh air. The last thing you saw before your vision tunnelled into darkness was Tom, reaching out to try and catch you.

Because next thing you knew, you were on the floor, wires from all the cameras and lights digging into your back as you looked up to see Tom on one side and Lucy on the other - both wearing a similarly panicked expression. You knew you hadn’t been out long, seconds if that, going by the fact everyone else was in the ‘oh my god’ phase of panic. It was a bit weird how calm you where, but then again all your life you’d been the ‘class fainter’. Waking up on the floor was something you were long since used to.

“Y/n? You awake?” Rather stating the obvious Tom asked the question as you bent your head up - allowing you sight of all the concerned facing oggling you. With a defeated sigh, you flopped your head back.

“If this is a dream then it’s a real bloody nightmare.” This time Tom didnt seem to appreciate your joke, looking at you without almost dumbfounded eyes, as you blinked repetitively and groaned.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Lucy appeared to want to lecture you, which to be honest wasn’t the most time appropriate. You were still on the floor, legs crumpled up under you, so ignored her. Instead you pulled yourself up into a sitting position, taking a moment to blink away the blotchy haze that threatened to takeover your vision once again, whilst the pair above you both cautiously rested their palms on each of your shoulders -trying to be useful. The room still felt cramped and stifling, as everyone around were no doubt looking at you.

It took a few minutes but your body seemed to get over itself, sitting up normally and trying to make small talk with Ali - who, by the way, was still sat awkwardly in the chair. Still nestled on the floor, your back up against the chair you had been siting on as you raved with Ali of the Harry Potter theatre show. In a natural lull in conversation, Tom perked up - from the door where he’d been muttering with the organiser as Lucy bit her nails nervously.

“Y/n you need to go home.”

All of you knew what Tom said was impossible. Not being egotistical, but you were too important. Although you hadn’t been paying masses of attention for Lucy’s run down of your itinerary - you knew it was packed.

So you just looked up and rolled your eyes at Tom, earning yourself a strong glare, before locking the organiser in eye contact.

“How many have we got till lunch?”

“Um this gent here” He gesturned toward Ali, who was almost squirming in his seat now “then two more.”

“And then lunch?”

“Yes, then you have a personal appearance at a dinner, so transport will be coming to pick you both up.” This poor guy seemed obsessed with the clock and his timetable, looking at your with a mixture of panic and frustration. You should know this stuff, you should’ve listened to Lucy.

“How fars the drive?”

“At this time probably an hour and a half.”

The plan was clear in your head, you’d sort yourself out in the car and be fully fine by the afternoon and evening engagements. Plus you felt almost fine now. So with a sigh, you hauled yourself up onto the chair, patting for Tom to sit back down.

“It’s half an hour and then I’ll sort myself out at lunch - come on their waiting.” The way Lucy pouted showed she disagreed somewhat, except a stern look kept her from protesting, as Tom walked toward you.

“Are you sure you don’t loo-“

“Let me stop you before you insult my appearance.” Snickering slightly at his worried face, you laughed it off , knocking his side with a gentle murmur of ‘don’t worry about me’.

In fact after that little episode you did feel a little recovered, which meant you were properly noticing the change in the boy sat next to you. Throughout the remaining three interviews he’d done a complete 360 from earlier. Rather than trying to get little digs at you, he had become fiercely protective - jumping in if a questions wasn’t particularly appropriate or relevant to the movie ( meaning when an awfully crap man asked what underwear you’d been able to wear in your suit) ; taking the heat of the conversation as well as just watching you like a hawk. Each time you answered his beady brown eyes were watching you from the side, you got the impression it wasn’t only just because of the risk of spoilers.

Quite remarkably, you survived the rest of the day pretty well, after a power nap in the car on the way over - even if it was a bit difficult when you had your manager watching you like a hawk from the seat across. It was as if Lucy had never seen anyone ill before, she seemed concerned that you were going to spontaneously stop breathing and die at any point.

Though by the time all the official business at the dinner was done, your body and willpower had reached the end of their tether. You and Tom were both on a round table, surrounded by 6 CEOs and execs of what seemed to be a multimillion pound business enterprise. With the language barrier meaning you had to speak through the two people on the table who were fluent in both japanese and English, the conversation was already pretty jilted. Though to be fair, the six did seem to be enjoying the evening - something you werent able to reciprocate. Thankfully, five minutes after the main course dishes had been collected, Tom spoke up from his position opposite you.

“This has been lovely and we really appreciate your time and generosity but me and Y/n have a really early start tomorrow so I think we should probably get back to the hotel.” You swore in that moment you could’ve kissed him, and it looked like Tom could tell - by the way your shoulders sagged and you let out an exhale of pure relief. Apparently even if you’d managed to convince the hosts you were enjoying the evening, Tom easily saw through the performance. After some hurried goodbyes, Tom led you out of the hall with his hand hovering over your lowerback, trying to make sure your exit was as discreet as possible.

Away from the bubble of chatter and activity, in the deserted hallway, Tom stopped you - lightly holding both hands on each of your arms.

“Wheres your team?”

“Um Luce is back at the hotel, she was trying to see if she could reschedule any of my stuff tomorrow.” You winced at the way he sighed, realising you were all on your own in some random business event hall in Tokyo.

“Harry -my brother- is waiting in the car at the front - is that okay?”

“No Tom, don’t worry abo-“

“Yeh well I am and I think you feel ten times worse than you’re letting on.” He spoke harshly, like a school teacher telling you off - except the hint of a kind smile at the end was a dead giveaway.

“You sure?”

With a relieved nod (Tom had thought you might be a bit more stubborn - you obviously were really really ill) he wordlessly shrugged his suit jacket off, wrapping it round your shoulders. He muttered something about not wanting you to catch a chill but to be quite honest you were a bit distracted by the woody cedar smell of Toms aftershave that enveloped your senses. Maybe it wasn’t so bad being fussed on by him? To be fair he wasn’t wrong either, you were in a strapless evening dress - you would’ve preferred to be in joggers, but Marvels press team had other ideas.

After a quick pit stop at the toilets, the two of you managed to make an unnoticed escape out the building - into a big SUV which had seconds prior pulled up onto the steps. You literally melted into the nearest window seat, body hunching over as you probably crumpled Tom’s jacket beyond belief. 2 seats along from you, a frizzy haired boy gave you a sympathetic smile, which you returned weakly whilst muttering a ‘hi’. Meanwhile, Tom pulled the sliding door shut, sitting across from you.

“Oh Y/n this is Harry and Harry this is Y/n.” In unison both of you replied with an ‘I know’ eye roll. Your response was somewhat more shocking to both Holland boys, you could tell from the way they had this whole nonverbal conversation with their eyes - they were very clearly brothers. Needing to explain you continued. “I like to keep tabs on my castmates, I’ve seen you on Toms instagram.” That had both boys smirking, Harry presumably just because you knew who he was; Tom more smugly, you’d just given away you slightly stalked him on instagram.

Silence reigned for a moment, as the driver put his foot down slightly.

“How you doing?” Tom asked.

“Mhm…” you thought for a second, how to eloquently describe the sensation.

“shit.”

Both boys chuckled a little and even though you had closed your eyes in an attempt to dull the throbbing behind your temples, you could feel the eyes on you.

“You want the music off?” Harry asked, referring to the indie-rock coming quietly out the speakers of his laptop, which was resting on his lap. With a shake of your head you refused, even if really silence probably would help your head, you were already causing the two Hollands enough trouble - no need to bore them during the journey back into central Tokyo, especially when you weren’t the most enthusiastic company ever.

Thankfully the music stayed on a low volume, whilst the car seemed to settle into a comfortable silence. With a long exhale you fluttered your eyes open, seeing Tom focused on his phone, before you rested the side of your head against the black-out glass. Taking some relief from the cool glass, you huddled further into the corner of the car against the door.

Floating in the space between sleep and wakefulness, you were kind of aware of your head occasionally bobbing and jerking about - but really didn’t have the energy or willpower to do anything about it. Instead, the thing that perked your attention was hearing some supposed-whispering from inside the body of the car.

“I know she said she didn’t care but she was clearly lying-“

“Like you know! You’ve been desperate to try and spend some time with Y/n- maybe you poisoned her just so you could be all knight-in-shini-“

“Turn. The. Music. Off.” Tom sounded scathing now, and with a grumble from your other-side the cheery drum beats ceased.

“Happy now?” …and Harry was sarcastic.

“Swap places with me.”

“What?”

“Just do it.”

“Why?”

“So she can lie down.”

“Well no because you would still be in the way if we swapped.”

“Yeh but she can lie on my lap idiot.”

“She can lie on me.”

“She doesn’t know you!”

“Well for 1, barely ten minutes ago she said she did know me. And 2, she doesn’t know you any better!”

If this was their version of whispering, you would love to hear what volume ‘shouting’ was. There was no reply for a short while, you imagined the two brunettes locked in some intense staring match.The next time Tom spoke he sounded more defeated - almost begging.

“If I admit you beat me at the driving range the other day will you-”

“I KNEW IT!” Harry yelped, the volume making you jerk, eyes flying open before reflexively closing because the light was too bright. There was a little mutter of an apology, then silence again.

Once agin you must’ve drifted off because it felt like absolutely no time had passed when a firm but gently hand on your shoulder nudged you awake.

Sure enough the boys had swapped position, Tom now sitting along the seat from you, Harry looked a little sulky from across the way. It was Tom who was reaching over, a gentle and peaceful smile on his face.

“You wanna lie down? Don’t want you to strain your neck.” He wasn’t wrong, adding to the throbbing headache, the cloudiness in your brain and the unsettled feeling in your stomach… now your neck hurt. Just bloody great.

Had you been your normal witty and perceptive self, you might’ve teased Tom as to why him and his brother had done a switch - but everything hurt and all you wanted to do was sleep for a hundered years. So with squinting eyes you jerkily nodded, missing how Tom chuckled to himself. The guy undid your seatbelt, then sat back to let you balance the back of your head on his thigh, looking up at the roof of the SUV. Already your eyes were closed again, you kicked off your slip-on heels and bent your legs up to lean against the backrest - occupying the position you had been sat in before hand. You felt his hands reposition the jacket, pulling it round so it was now like a blanket tucked under your chin.

To be fair it was much more comfortable than sitting up and you weren’t even aware of how quickly you dropped back into sleep.

Though it wasn’t quick enough to miss Harry’s very sulky sounding comment, presumably meant only for Tom’s ears.

“Still think you’re being fucking creepy bro.”

<33 lemme know what u think! (would make me feel less guilty for not doing all the work I rlly should be doing aha)

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withcolebrock · 3 years

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Caught Simping

Corpse Husband x fem!Reader

Requested: yes :)

Summary: Corpse gets upset when he thinks Colby is flirting with Y/N

Warnings: swearing and cringe stuff

Word Count: 2,351

Author’s Note: I was going to wait to post this tomorrow but why not now lol haha. honestly this could’ve been better but ummm yeahhh, anyways the person had asked for Mr. Brock to be here so yay my two favorite men in one fic love it lol. also I literally could not figure out anything to title this so this is what ya get lol haha anyways I hope you guys enjoy it!!

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It had been an hour since they all started playing, a few people were getting tired. While others were willing to play for several more hours. “Be right back, gamer bladder,” Corpse and herself said around the same time, she stood up from her chair, placing her headphones on the desk. She left her gaming room, and shut the door behind her. She walked into the living room to see Corpse walking towards the bathroom. He stopped short as he looked towards her. His eyes looked her body up and down.

“Are you playing much longer?” he asked while he began to walk towards her. She shrugged slightly as she dropped the hoodie covering her head.

“I’ve got a few more games in me, are you almost done?” she asked while he slowly wrapped his arm around her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I’ll be done when you’re done,” he smirked as he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. She smiled against his lips as she slowly began to kiss him back. They pulled away, smiling towards each other as they walked towards their gaming rooms. She entered her room again, she couldn’t hide the smile she had to her lips, as she sat down in front of her face cam.

She put her headphones on as she heard Sykkuno say, “Anyone got a fill?” A few people had said that they didn’t have anyone, Y/N began to text a friend of hers from the Vine days. Before she started doing gaming, she was pretty popular on Vine, she had over two million followers and she hung out with Sam and Colby all of the time during that time.

“Dave? Boyinaband? I know he has proximity chat already,” Corpse asked, Y/N smiled to herself as she heard his voice.

“Oh yeah, of course!” Poki cheered.

“Awesome,” he said into the mic, “We still need one more, right?” Corpse continued, muting his mic shortly after.

“I think I got someone, one second,” she said into her mic as she continued to text Colby. She muted herself briefly as she focused on what she wanted to say to him. Explaining that the group was playing the proximity version, asking if he had that version or if he could download it quickly.

“Who is it?” Toast asked.

She unmuted her mic and explained, “His name is Colby, We’ve been friends for years, if that’s cool with you guys,” she chuckled. They waited for a few of the people to join, they began to discuss some things going on in their lives, while talking to their chats. She muted herself in discord while she talked to her chat. “A few of you guys might know him, he has a channel with Sam Golbach, like creepy paranormal stuff. It’s pretty cool. We did vines together all the time, I’m sure they are on YouTube somewhere.” her eyes widened at the memory, the vines were overwhelmingly cringey as most of her vines were.

She unmuted herself in discord and told the group,“He’s coming and he already has the proximity chat,” she explained as she added his information into their discord call. She sent him the invite over discord.

“Sweet,” Sykkuno said, Y/N smiled to herself as she listened to Sykkuno. Shortly after, Dave joined the call. Everyone started asking Dave how he was doing, since they all haven’t played with him in a while.

“Uh, hello,” Colby spoke, everyone in the call immediately started greeting Colby. Poki had asked how Y/N and him had met, Colby laughed slightly, “We met at Vidcon like four years ago, when Viners were invited that year.”

Shortly after everyone introduced themselves to the new people, the game was started. She was a crewmate. “Oh my god, oh my god,” Y/N giggled as her character moved towards the lab. Colby’s pink character was following him, “No, Colby no get away from me, I don’t trust you,” she joked. He chuckled.

“Hey, come on, I promise I’m not an imposter, please stay with me and keep me safe,” Colby begged. Corpse’s character ran past them, he ran towards one of the nodes. “You have med scan? Let’s scan together,” he offered while making his character dance. Y/N rolled her eyes as she followed Colby’s character to the med scan.

“I do have med scan,” she giggled. She clicked off her med scan, seeing that she had to wait for Colby, she officially cleared him. “Okay, you’re cleared,” she explained as she started heading towards decontamination.

“See, I would never lie to you,” he said teasingly. They entered the small room and Y/N went to do wires.

“I gotchu,” she giggled. Shortly after a body was found near admin. Everyone began to ask each other where everyone was at, “I was with Colby the entire time,” she said as she hovered over the skip vote button.

“I wouldn’t let her out of my sight, she’s med scanned,” Colby explained, everyone laughed as they quickly began to ask everyone else where they were at.

“I was by O2 tree,” Corpse said, with no further explaination. He was never straight forward with his responses. Instead of further investigating, the group decides to skip vote. Except there was a rogue anonymous vote to Colby. Everyone gasped slightly at the sight.

“What? I hard cleared him,” Y/N laughed, as the screen faded into the game.

“Y/N please stay with me, I need your help,” Colby whined as they walked towards the admin table together. She quickly clicked onto the table checking to see where everyone was at. There were a few in the lab and a few near electrical. They both walked into decontamination. “Everyone else is so scary, you make me feel safe,” he drew out his words as they walked through the long hallway together. They entered the bigger room together to see Corpse doing simon says.

“Corpse!” Y/N whined as she motioned her character towards him, she danced near his character. Colby walked away briefly to do another task. He finished his task and as his screen lit up, he saw her character. He chuckled as he began to dance with her. “What are you doing down here alone, it’s not safe,” she muttered as she continued to dance her character with Corpse.

He giggled as he said, “I’ll join you guys,” himself, Y/N, and Colby’s character headed up towards the decontamination that led towards the admin table. They all stumbled upon Poki’s body.

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The next round she was imposter with Poki, she was doing amazing. The proximity chat made it even harder to be imposter. She always screamed after she killed someone, but she had to stop for this type of game play. One of Poki’s kills was called, “Where’s the body?” Corpse asked.

“By the button,” Colby responded, “Where were you, Y/N?” he asked. Corpse let out a huff of air, while leaning back into his chair.

“I was on the left side of the map the entire time, Sykkuno can vouch for me, I was with him for most of that round,” Y/N explained, her heart racing. She raced her eyebrows and forced a smile.

“Yeah, there’s no way she could’ve done this kill,” Sykkuno responded.

“I don’t believe it, Y/N’s acting weird,” Colby said.

“How am I acting weird?” she asked through laughter. Corpse smiled to himself as he heard her laugh.

“I dunno, you’re just being all different, it’s weird,”

“I’m not being different,”

“Maybe a little bit you are,” Colby teased, everyone laughed as they all skipped at the same time.

“Definetly not,” she rolled her eyes playfully. The next round began and Y/N ran off with Corpse. “Bub, what tasks do you have?” she asked as she chased after his character, contemplating on killing him or not.

“Wires,” he said shortly. Her head shot back slightly at his response, he was never short with her. Suddenly coming from the other direction was Colby.

“Y/N, thank god! I missed you!” Colby shouted jokingly, he danced his character around Y/N’s as they walked towards decontamination together.

“Missed you too! What tasks do you have?” she asked to try and switch the conversation. Corpse didn’t say anything, he just stood and began to do his wires. They continued to walk down the long hallway. Once they were in the big room Corpse and Colby began to do tasks. Y/N stood awkwardly in the middle of the room as she saw Poki come running down one of the hallways. They moved their characters towards each other as they ran up and killed both Corpse and Colby.

“Oh my god!” Colby yelled.

“Uh, fuck I knew it,” Corpse commented. With the double kill, they won the game. “Good game,” he commented as he leaned back into his chair.

“I’m totally going to get you back for that,” Colby teased. It wasn’t much, but the more he spoke Corpse was getting annoyed. He wasn’t even sure if he was flirting with Y/N, but it sure felt like it. He knew Colby would never intentionally flirt with her, but he needed to do something.

“I’ll be right back,” he spoke into his mic. Corpse muted his mic in both discord and his YouTube stream. He stood up from his desk and left his gaming room. He walked towards hers across their apartment. He knocked on the door several times.

“One second,” she whispered into her mic, muting herself on both platforms. She stood up and pulled open the door seeing Corpse standing at the door fuming. “What’s going on?” she asked, noticing the small frown to his lips. Without saying anything he takes a small step towards her. He rested his hand on her lower back, he lifted her shirt slightly as he rested his hand on her skin. The sudden cold feeling sent chills all over her body.

“Why is Colby flirting with you?” he asked as he looked her features up and down, he looked back into her soft concerned eyes. Her mouth fell open as she shook her head slightly. She stood silently as she looked into his squinted eyes. His fingertips grazed over her skin as they spoke.

“He isn’t, that’s just how he is,” she explained, he raised his eyebrows slightly as he took a long breath. “I promise he’s just messing around,” she reassured as she rested her hand onto his cheek. He pulled her body towards his, he pouted his lips. “It’s nothing more than just jokes, I promise,”

“He’s not very funny,” he let out. She chuckled as she shook her head slightly. She moved her hand slightly as she ran her finger across his bottom pouted lip. His lips curled upward slightly, at the touch. “I don’t like it when another guy jokes around with you like that,” he whispered as she slowly pulled her finger away from his lips. She slowly moved her hand from his cheek to the nape of his neck. “I’m the only guy that can do that.” She rolled her eyes playfully as she moved closer to him.

“I’m sorry,” she let out, he looked her body up and down slowly before he slowly dropped his hand away from her skin.

“It’s okay, I’m just-whatever,” he shook his head as he bit his bottom lip, she raised her eyebrows as her eyes widened.

“Were you just going to admit to-”

“No,”

“I think you were,” she teased as she watched him walk away from her gaming room.

“No,” he sing-songed as he walked into his room. She giggled as she shut the door and headed back to the game. She put on her headphones and unmuted herself in the discord call.

~~~

She ran her fingers through her wet hair as she walked towards her bedroom. She pushed open the door to see Corpse laying on the bed scrolling through Twitter. She walked towards her side of the bed and picked up her phone from the side table. She read a text from Colby, thanking her for allowing him to play with her. She quickly responded as she sat down on top of the comforter. She rested her phone down onto the side table again, while plugging it into the character.

She inched closer to Corpse, he lifted his gaze towards her, a wide smile forming to his lips. “Hey,” he muttered barely above a whisper. She slowly laid down beside him, while adjusting the pillow beneath her head.

“Did you make something trend on Twitter or something again?” She questioned, he rarely sat on his phone scrolling through his social media unless he was messing with his fans or reposting his fans art or people who share his music. He chuckled while shaking his head.

“Not intentionally,” he motioned the phone towards her, she took a hold of it and saw that #SimpCorpse was trending. She furrowed her eyebrows as she clicked on the first video that showed up. It was a slowmo of Corpse taking a hold of her waist earlier in her stream. She gasped, covering her mouth. He nodded slightly. She lifted her head to meet his gaze, she thought he would be mad but he wasn’t. “I think that’s funny,” he chuckled as he rested his phone on his side table.

“I didn’t think to turn off my face cam, oh fuck,” she laughed nervously.

“It’s fine, Baby, I promise,” he tilted his head to look towards her. “I mean, I am always a simp for you,” he teased, her features scrunched together as the words left his lips.

“That was really cring-” she tried to say but he shook his head as he leaned down slowly to press his lips against hers. She kissed his back softly as she giggled slightly, “You were definitely a jealous simp today, then,” she played along. He pressed his lips together while shaking his head. He slowly fell back onto his back.

“I wasn’t jealous,”

#corpse #corpse husband #corpse husband imagines #corpse x reader #corpse husband fanfic #corpse husband x reader #e girls are ruining my life #cat girls are ruining my life #corpse hands

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aroaceacacia · 3 years

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Man, all these asks really do bring up some memories huh! I was especially involved in all the discourse (which was absolutely not healthy for me but eh, I was a kid who romanticised the whole thing like it was some cinematic war) and I definetly recall some notable details that I might be the only active hermitblr to remember at this point

For example, I personally knew the person who wrote the fanfic people cancelled Cleo over, and they actually wrote it as a vent because they were trans themselves and feared the stuff they wrote about happening to them

And there was a talk with M on a private server, idk Coffee might remember it if I recall correctly?? Or maybe not? But it was when me and a bunch of related people actually sat down and talked to M about how what he has done was hurtful. And he actually was really nice about the whole thing and gave us a heartfelt apology, and explained some details that... really made it feel like his relationship with H wasn't very healthy at all. But it's not my place to be the judge of that.

And then he posted an apology on his blog as well, which was worded less than addmitting his mistakes and actually apologizing, and more like shifting the blame away from himself. Even more, ironically, he posted a drawing of his friend group, most of which were exactly the people that did the most harm in the fandom, on the next day after the convo. On the same server we used to confront him JSGHSDLSDGHJG but yeah maybe the excessive hate on M was not deserved, but he still leaves a bitter feeling when I see him.

I also was very active in hermitshipping circles at the time, so I know some details from there, but idk if you would be alright or even want to talk that much about the shipping itself. But I guess a fun detail was how the whole disaster started with me an my friends deciding that we're going to make shipping sideblogs that haters could block if they wanted and where we could post freely, and also allowed ourselves to use the main tag because we felt it was unfair that no other fandom had a problem with shipping in the main tag and it was just regular content like anything else.

I think my "favorite" (/neg) story that I sometimes tell like both a horror story and a funny incident is the whole pisszloy thing, where the same blog that drew piss all over minor's shipart... called out Zloy. For liking a post on Twitter. Needless to say, ironic. Pretty sure it's the same person that told Scar that Zloy wanted him dead.

I also remember very clearly how, at least in my circles, there was A LOT of hate directed at RST, which I actually haven't seen mentioned here yet (maybe it's because they/[whatever pronouns RST uses these days] have since decided to disengage with the discourse, which, good for them). Basically RST made tons of callouts for shippers, outing those that did not want to be known as shippers. And that landed them into getting doxxed, which was absolutely not deserved and way too extreme, so much that the entire hermitshipblr started posting about how they did not support this, but it remains a fact).

A lot of this stuff ended up leaving a mark, so much that for a while I could not look at anything related to SMPL/LC, Schlatt, even some meme formats, and certain artstyles still cause me to be wary, but these days I feel like not only am I healing myself, but the entire fandom has moved on and has become a very chill and stable place :D All these years, even in the worst of moments, I still had friends that supported me (Hippiecraft, Doomcraft, Zloy gang, etc., I love you all so much) and I think the good times alone were worth it :')

By the way, please take care of your own mental health! You've been getting a lot of very heavy asks lately, including this one that you don't have to asnwer, so if you need to take a break, this is your reminder that it's okay to do that! <3

thank you for the kind words, and for sharing your perspective! I'm glad you're doing well, and that you can still find the positives in the entire situation.

oh god dont remind me of the zloy-scar incident that was SO out of line NotLikeThis

#asks #long post #2019 talk #discourse

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futurewriter2000 · 4 years

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More than Family - pt. 1

A/N: OOOOO- Dude, I cannot even tell you how fun writing this was. Like forreal, I think I’m doing this from pure fun and humor. I think I had enough of angsty fics and just pour it all in.

You had managed to get this far. You had managed to get the most confusing answers you had ever heard in your life but still made it here.

It was supposed to be here. He was supposed to be here.

But it wasn’t.

12 Grimmauld Place but all you could see was number 11 and 13. No number 12.

You sat down on the bench with a poorly kept photo.

Was all of this a goose chase? Did you give up everything for nothing?

You kept staring at it, the blocks of Grimmauld Place. Number 11 and 13.

You did give up everything for nothing.

The realization hit you like a stone. Cold and heavy in your throat, down your chest and into the pit of your stomach. You felt like crying, tearing up but you managed to swallow that just as you did most of your life. You stood up from that bench and decided to leave.

Your eyes were focused on the ground, slow steps, barely even taking them because all you could think about was your pure stupidity. Looking at the photo of the two and crumbling it in your palm.

You were so furious, you could-

“Pardon.” a voice said as the owner bumped into your shoulder, making you look up and finding piercing grey eyes look at you apologetically before looking back forwards and rushing off.

You unfolded the photo and stared at the photo, then back at the man who rushed off. “Wait...” you mumbled to yourself before staring at his figure turning to Grimmauld Place. “WAIT!” you shouted on the top of your lungs but he had ignored you.

You ran after him, sprinting even.

“WAIT!” you took his shoulder and turned him to you. His hand reached to his wand but he had not yet pulled it out.

You were just a little girl. Around Harry’s age. A Muggle. No wand, no nothing but familiar. “Do I know you?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

You kept comparing the photo and the man in front. The similarity was uncanny. This was definetly him.

But how do you tell him?

“Uh- no- or I don’t know-” you shuffled with your feet, looking away then back at him. “I’m your daughter.” you blurted it out, making him stare at you blankly.

There it was. So simple. So fast.

“You’re processing.” you nodded awkwardly, looking around. “I get it- looks like-”

“I’m sorry. There must have been a mistake. I do not have children.” he laughed, showing you his pearly white smile and turning you his back.

“No- wait!” you rushed after him, shoving the photo in his face. “This is you and that is your brother!” you pointed your finger at him.

Sirius looked at the photo but didn’t saw his brother. He saw James.

“Where did you get that?” he grabbed the photo off your hands and took a closer look.

The photo was taken years ago. In a bar probably- Muggle bar. Sirius thought back- the days he and James went to that bar, the waitress- THE WAITRESS!

“Bollocks!” he turned around, scanning you from head to toe. “Oh no, no, no, no, no!” he pointed his finger at you. “We used protection. There is no possible way you are my child.”

“Ew-” you grimaced, shaking your hands before realizing what he had said. “Oh! You know her! You remember her!”

“What?!” Sirius kept looking at you.

“No, you don’t understand!” you took a few steps closer. “My name is (y/n). I was born in a hospital 17 years ago but my mother died a few days later with some complications but she named me!”

“Your mother was wrong. I- we-.” he shut his eyes and took a deep breath in. “I think you’re sweet and stuff but there is no possible way- just go back to your family.” he put his hands on your shoulders and squeezed them, before giving you a smile and turning away.

“YOU CAN’T JUST WALK AWAY!” you shouted, tears pouring down your eyes as your heart squeezed. “I don’t have a family! You’re all I got!”

“Look! It doesn’t make sense!” he turned around. “If you were my child you would-” he shut his mouth, sewed it together before he would say anything he would regret.

“I would what?” you kept looking at him.

“You wouldn’t be a Muggle.” he said quietly but enough. The two of you looked each other, eyes yours filled with sorrow and his filled with comfort.

“A Muggle-” you muttered to yourself, thinking back on every memory of some odd folks calling you that as you asked them questions. “I heard that- no I heard that but someone... someone said to me that I might not be a Muggle but a Squid, which is totally bizzare, because do I look-”

He laughed. “You mean a Squib?”

“That’s pretty much what I said.”

“No, you said squid.”

“And you said squid.”

No, I said Squib- with a B.” he started to grow frustrated, finding your eyes watching him with perplexion.

“That makes zero sense.”

“No, you saying you’re a squid-”

“Well, squid is a word and Squib is a word you made up-”

“Don’t you-” he pointed his finger at you and found you smirking at him. “Oh- you’re doing this on purpose.”

“I’m just trying to get to know you.”

“I’m not your dad.”

“Denial is the first stage.”

Sirius shot you a glare. “I am not in DENIAL!”

“You pretty much seem like you are.”

“You don’t have magic! As much as I hate my family, I have to say that our blood has never carried a Squib-”

“That you know of-” you pointed out, sassing him and making him frustrated even more. “Maybe I’m a special squid in this family.”

“Merlin, you’re not a squid- you know. I don’t even have to do this.” he raised his hands in defeat. “I have important things to do than hear you talk about being my daughter- which makes zero sense.” he started to walk away.

“You can’t just leave me!” you started following him. “Can’t you at least help me!” you shouted and he stopped, still facing you his back. “If you’re so sure you’re not my dad than why was this the only photo I was left with. You have something to do with my parents. Is the guy next to me my parent? Because as I almost died getting that birth certificate of mine, your name was on it! Yours! Sirius Orion Black!”

He didn’t say a word, still held himself stoic. You couldn’t see his expression, nor hear his thoughts but you knew you were getting more than you could ask for.

“I just want to know who my parents are and if you’re not one of them, then you knew them- or something.” you shook your head and looked at the photo. “I just want to know where I come from and honestly, I need a place to crash too. I have nowhere to go to.”

“This world is too complicated for you.” he turned his head over his shoulder and walked back to you. He placed his hands on your shoulder, warm and gentle- feeling how safe it felt to you. “I don’t think your my kid and even if you are, I would want you to go back to your family because according to your clothes, look like you’ve been taken care for quite well-” he glanced down at your branded jacket and shirt, taking a glance of your silver jewelry. “You shouldn’t know about magic or us in general-” he started to pull out his wand. “It was nice meeting you and maybe someday you will get your answers but you need to forget about everything.” he drew out his wand that came into your sight, making your heartbeat pump faster as the tip of his wand touched your forehead.

But you felt it. You felt it in your bones that you do not want to go back. You did everything and so you smacked his hand away, letting the wand fall on the ground and roll away. Sirius looked at you with wide eyes, shocked by your actions and horrified by you running towards it.

“Oh, bloody hell!” Sirius crused, gritting his teeth and running after you. “Come back here you little git!”

“Wand? As in bippidy babiddy boo, I'll turn you into a pumpkin at midnight wand?” you grabbed it and waved it around a bit. You stopped to turn around, grabbing the wand on both sides and giving him a mischivious little smirk

"You wouldn't dare." Sirius pointed his finger at you and for a moment the two of you had just been watching each other until a familiar smirk appeared on your lips and snapped the wooden stick in half. He shut his eyes and tried to think of positive thoughts, yet all he did was open his eyes and found you watching him with a triumphant smile on your face.

“This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening.” he kept muttering under his breath. “This just can’t be happening.”

“Woops.” you said, causing him to shot you a glare and finding the red colour cover his pale skin. “So now what?”

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine

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kishimoto-did-us-dirty · 5 years

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Denial

for @sayaoqueen

There are also most definitely spelling errors in this, really sorry.

Prompt:

“Go back to sleep”

“I can take care of myself”

“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside”

summary: Should anyone ever ask him, Sasuke would vehemently deny it, perhaps even blame it on you -- but, no matter how hard it was that he rejected the thought, the two of you were utterly, completely and totally lost. It also happened to be entirely Sasuke’s fault (though this he would deny, too). Sasuke, while he was a proclaimed “God of Shinobi," last Uchiha, one of the saviors of the fourth war, and many more sorts of incredible things, was a terrible navigator.

Should anyone ever ask him, Sasuke would vehemently deny it, perhaps even blame it on you -- but no matter how hard it was that he rejected the thought, the both of you were utterly, totally lost. It was also entirely Sasuke’s fault (though this he would deny, too).

Sasuke, while he was a proclaimed “God of Shinobi," last Uchiha, one of the saviors of the fourth war, and many more sorts of incredible things, was a terrible navigator.

This is something that he would also deny, as would many others. He was simply too strong of a shinobi to be lacking so heavily in something so trivial and yet vital to the life of a shinobi. You had thought so, too, until you met him along your travels. How he had managed to survive for so long without you during such a taxing excursion as the one he was on, you had absolutely no idea.

The two of you had been traveling together for a significant period of time now, and with the end of the fourth shinobi world war, Sasuke was investigating on the Otsutsuki while you had your own reasons for traveling. Your paths just so happened to intertwine, and thus came each other’s company.

In fact, recently on your travels, the two of you had celebrated Sasuke’s most recent birthday together. To be honest, it hadn’t been much of a celebration -- the two of you just spent some time at the most decent restaurant that you could find in the small town you were passing by. It was somewhere in the midst of the Land of Snow, bringing frosted breath forwards as it became visible in the air while you spoke across a shared wooden table. Sasuke didn’t complain much, though, it was happy enough for him (and it had absolutely nothing to do with you being there with him, he would say).

It was overall a good night by anyone’s standards. Quaint and small? — Yes. But good? — Certainly.

Except, there was one minor problem about the night, unbeknown to you at least. It hadn’t taken you long to figure out that Sasuke had no mental compass to guide him in the right direction -- literally. The boy barely knew south from north and west from east. You honestly found it a little funny, as would anyone, and briefly mentioned as much to the boy that same night.

“I just think it’s a little ironic, honestly!” you laughed through the high of good spirits. “You go on a journey filled with different directions, and yet you don’t know any of them!” You spoke over the rim of a glass, and smiled as you drank the next moment. Sasuke peered at you over the wooden table you were sharing.

Should you have been paying attention, you may have noticed a small twitch in the cheek of the boy across from you. But alas, joy clouded your senses as you grinned and celebrated the birth of your companion.

Now, Sasuke has always been the aloof sort -- he doesn’t care to think too much about others, for he doesn’t care too much what others think about him. Yet something about hearing the light teasing come from you... it just didn’t sit right within him.

Believe me when I tell you, dear reader, that Sasuke did indeed try to ignore the irritation he felt, he really did. The last thing he wanted was to fall into some sort of convoluted mindset of feeling a need to prove himself; he had been in one of those for years before.

But he had realized lately that he didn’t mind being noticed by you for his feats of strength (it brought out a glimmer in your eyes, which he would swear he definetly hadn’t noticed). Companions should just appreciate each other, that’s all it is, he would think. Certainly proving his navigation skills to you wouldn’t be so hard, would it?

....

It was indeed rather hard.

After morning came from spending a proir night in an inn together, you hadn’t thought much when Sasuke requested the map, and told you that the two of you were to head North. Privately, you were vaguely aware that you were supposed to be heading East, but seeing as how Sasuke often went on detours, you again, thought nothing much.

Thus came about your aforementioned predicament -- you were lost, and in the middle of a snowstorm too.

“Are you sure this is the right way?” you called over the nipping air, your voice snatched by violent winds that drenched you in cold.

Sasuke merely glanced back at you, perfect aloofness on his face. But you knew better; you knew that in regards to your question, he had absolutely no idea. You cursed yourself for not thinking much of it when Sasuke decided to take the map off of your hands in the inn just a few hours ago.

“Sasuke, we should start to head East if we want to reach a safe camping site by dusk.”

Your calls for a direction change went unheard, as Sasuke ignored them in what you knew to be his stubborness.

And this is how the remainder of the day was spent. Sasuke claimed around half way through the noon that he was simply tracking all potential areas for traces of the Otsutsuki clan, and that this was a neccessary precaution, but something in the way his ears turned red from something other than the cold told you otherwise.

Soon, dusk fell upon the two of you, and the winds of the storm that had blew you in every which way settled, until a stale nothing permeated the space you stood. Sasuke stood just a few feet in front of you, his body hunched, as he stood up to his knees in the white powdered snow, complimenting his brow as it furrowed between his eyes.

The trees of the forest you traveled went stiff, and Sasuke turned toward you, the silence of the air forcing the sound of the snow under Sasuke’s weight going brittle through the area. Suddenly, you realized just how alone and cold the forest was, and just how far away you were from visible camping sites. The night would be long in the maze of these trees.

“It’s not safe to travel East during the night. The weather won’t allow for safe travels with no light.” was all Sasuke said. You accepted this apology, for that is what it was, and knew the Uchiha to be acknowledging your initial prodding to head in the other direction. This was as far as Sasuke would ever go to admitting his defeat, though again he woud of course deny it.

The two of you hadn’t needed to speak too much before you started setting up what little camp you could. A campfire, while it would have been nice in the chill of the night, would not have been wise -- many people had yet to forgive your companion for his previous crimes, and the investigations of which he was doing required absolute secrecy in location, anyway.

You shivered as you set up a small base beneath a tree for the two of you to sleep on.

You heard a rustle behind you as Sasuke, having seen the chattering in your teeth as you made camp, stood in a thick sweater. Outstretched in his hand, he held his winter jacket.

“Here, take my jacket.” he thrust it toward you, “it’s cold outside.”

“Won’t you get cold?”

Just as you asked, Sasuke began to retrace your steps from the day in what you knew to be his covering of your conjoined tracks. “I can take care of myself” was all he replied, and no sooner after draping the jacket over your shoulders, was he gone.

Sasuke, was a proclaimed “God of Shinobi," the last Uchiha, one of the saviors of the fourth war, and many more sorts of incredible things. You thought of this while vaguely jesting to yourself, jokingly wondering if he would even be find his way back to the camp site after he was done with his task. You knew he was a fast worker and that there was little to cover, the snowstorm from earlier having done a lot of the work for the two of you.

Gripping the jacket across you shoulders, you sat down at the base of the tree, the small camp you had made doing little to keep you warm.

Vacantly, you watched as the sun settled itself just below the line of treetops within your view, and as it fell, did you eyelids do the same.

In what must have been no more than half an hour later, your eyes reopened to the blurry sight of a familiar figure, making himself comfortable for the night right next to where you yourself were.

“All done, Sasuke?”

He gave a “hn” in reply, finally setting himself down beside you as he looked up at the sky, the stars just starting to shyly peek through the dark. Your gaze lay on him for just a moment too long to be casual. You watched, and saw as his brow furrowed much like earlier once again.

“I...” Sasuke began. “I thought we were headed in the right direction.”

Carefully, you saw his eyes slowly move downward, his face forming into his best attempts to be unreadable. But you would always know better.

“Sasuke, don’t worry. Let’s just get some rest and we can head East in the morning.” A slow smile drew itself on your face.

Sasuke’s lips twitched as he regarded you, gentle eye contact holding you both together. “I wanted to take us in the right direction... but-” he glanced at the snow surrounding the both of you.

Still looking at him, you quickly sat up at the sound of his tone going down in obvious displeasure. Breath visible in the air, you knew the redness in his ears was most certainly not from the cold as you pressed your lips against his cheek.

“It’s fine Sasuke,” you muttered against his skin. Pulling away, your smile only grew as you sat yourself closer to him for warmth. “Tomorrow, I get the map, okay?”

Sasuke, as terrible of a navigator as he was, also had no skill in expressing his emotions (just one more thing he would deny). Which is why, in a quick turn of his head away from you and a short glimpse of a blush later did he hurriedly tell you to “go back to sleep.”

Chuckling, you took the jacket he gave you and placed it on top of both of your laps for warmth, getting closer to him so as to share it evenly. Complying with his stammerred response, your eyes slowly drifted closed, head resting against the bark of the tree.

The night turned still once more, but you were no longer cold.

For all we know, you may have imagined it, but as your consciousness faded, you could have sworn you felt a small peck returned on your own cheek. Had you asked in the morning though, Sasuke would have of course denied it.

Kk, that’s it. Sorry it lowkey sucked lol. Requests open!

#naruto #naruto headcanon #naruto headcanons #naruto fluff #fluff #scenario #sasuke #uchiha #Uchiha clan #Naruto shippuden #Sasuke x reader

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myheroaizawashota · 5 years

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God I loved the scenario where Aizawa and Reader met their future kid and Aizawa was the one who learned what had happened. I want a parallel story! I want to see what the kid's parents, the Aizawa and reader who got together went through when they saw their daughter was missing. Did they panic? Look all over the place for her? And when she came back, did she tell her parents that she met their past selves? Maybe she could say something like "you both weren't wearing your rings when I found you"

[YES I LOVE THIS!!! DADZAWA FOR THE WIIIIIN!! I hope you don’t mind but I also added uncle Mic in the mix because I need that in my life hahaha sorry this is a long one i high key got carried away because my heart and soul are weak for dadzawa and uncle Mic]

Ever since the day your daughter was born, both you and Shouta knew things would never be the same, but in the best way possible. While the love of your life wasn’t as eager as you were when you announced your pregnancy, he eventually grew into the idea of being a father. He soon even began to feel excitement the longer your pregnancy drew out, though he would deny it if you asked. Your daughter was the light of both of your lives, a creation of your love that you both adored. While your husband may seem unattentive and disconnected, it was hardly ever the case. You could still remember the look on his face the day your daughter was born. The look in his eyes when you handed him the child the two of you created out of pure love was priceless. Youd never seen him with such a bright look in his eyes, he was in love. Even Present Mic, the god father and uncle to you’re beloved child, made the comment he’d only ever seen Shouta with that look in his eyes once, and it was the day of your wedding.

It was strange, never did the apathetic pro hero think his life would turn out to be this way. He never saw himself falling in love, let alone settling down with a family of his own. Some days it felt like a dream. He didn’t think he was worthy of you, nor your daughter, but he loved you both immensely. If you thought he was over protective of you, lord was he over protective of her. It was to a point you’d have to pry the child from his arms during the school week just to get him out the door on time. You’d even gone as far as leaving your job to remain home and care for your daughter. Though in fairness you didn’t mind, you loved spending time with your baby and it did give your overly stressed and consistently tired husband some peace of mind. While he wasn’t as recognizable as Endevour or All Might, he’d still made his fair share of enemies. Enemies who would kill to know that THE Eraserhead has a family to target, a weak point to exploit. With the current rise of villainous activities afte the retirement of All Might, he didn’t feel comfortable leaving the two of you to fend for yourselves. Logically he knew you were strong, but your quirk wasn’t really helpful in combat, and your daughter only three years old had no quirk. Part of the reason you’d left you’re job to remain home with your daughter was because Shouta felt finding a reliable and secure care center for your child was an impossible task. He didn’t feel safe just passing your daughters life into the hands of someone he hardly knew. You couldn’t disagree with him. It was extreme thinking, but you could very well see where he was coming from. You knew this all took a toll on your lover, he consistently carrying the burden of protecting what was his. Often times Mic joked you’d created a monster...often times your husband would bound the others mouth using that signature capture weapon of his. Mic was right though. Before you the pro hero was aloof, poor at communicating and getting along with others, and far to blunt and unkempt for his own good. You managed to tame the irrational behaviors of the other, bringing him to a much softer more reasonable state. With the addition of your daughter, the two have you had turned the stone of a man into the softest of kittens...at least personally. Professionally, lord was he still as uncooperative and crude as ever.

With all that said, it was difficult for the two of you to go out and enjoy time together. While you loved your daughter, you and the love of your life never seemed to have a break alone anymore. Chasing after a toddler wasn’t easy. Some days you just needed time for you and your husband, to remind each other of your love. That’s why when Mic suggested that you and Shouta take a little weekend excursion for just the two of you, no baby, you were more than eager to jump on board. Being a present part of your child’s life, Mic was always eager to spend time with his favorite little listener! And not to toot his own horn, but your child did love him quite a bit if he did say so himself. Frustratingly for you, it took weeks of convincing to get Shouta to agree to this much needed time alone. At first when you brought the idea up to him it was immediately shot down. Everything about this idiotic plan raised red flags in the pro hero’s head. Leaving his child alone.....with Present Mic....for an entire weekend. Absolutely not.

“Come on Shò, please? We haven’t had time alone since Airi was one. Hizashi offered to baby sit for us, we know she’ll be in good hands! And he’s always follows your compulsive instructions spot on! He texts you updates hourly, calls with updates sporadically and sends pictures to prove she’s fine! Come on please...” you pouted, eyes devistetingly doe like as you stood flush against his chest, chin resting against his body as you stared up at him. “I love our baby but I need time apart. I’m home with her every day, not that i don’t love it, but sometimes mommy needs to breathe without a toddler running after her every five seconds.”

Your husband sucked a deep breath in through his nose, arms moving to lovingly wrap around your waist, pressing you tighter against his body. He did feel bad. He knew life with him wasn’t exactly a dream. Between the League of Villains causing havoc on his students and school, his teaching obligations, and night patrols, his time with you was sparse. Though arguably he hated spending time away from Airi because he got so little time with her as well. He felt he always missed out on so much. Typically weekends were the time he got to spend with her, even if it was only for a few hours before he had to run off on patrol. Letting his lips press to the tip of your nose, your husband released the breath he’d taken, exhaling with a defeated sigh. “I’ll think about it.”

It was better than nothing. You got him to think about it, and he did for 3 weeks. After weighing his options, the over worked multi job wielding lover of yours agreed. He hadn’t been spending much time just the two of you and after thinking about it, he did miss it as well. He loved his little girl, but he also loved you. He’d spent just about every weekend with her since the time she was born, you were correct in saying you two hadn’t had a proper date together in years. You did so much daily for him, taking care of the house, the baby, and him, it would have been cruel for him to decline you the request of one weekend. “We can go away this weekend.“

You squealed when you were given the good news, your husbands eyes glaring brutally at you in response. You couldn’t help but smile, and kiss the scowl off his face, you were happy to be spending time with someone who spoke in cohesive sentences. Though your response seemed mellow compared to when Yamada had found out he’d be in charge of the baby for the weekend. Shouta was definetly beginning to regret his choice. All week it seemed the other tried to wiggle out of the commitment he’d made, however you held him strongly to it. You couldn’t wait to spend some one on one time with your husband. It felt like it’d been ages since you two did anything together. You were so eager you’d even talked your lover into leaving Friday afternoon, that way Saturday would be a day devoted to each other. It was ridiculous if you asked him, but none the less he went along with it for your sake. This all did seem to make you very happy and that’s what mattered to him.

It took what seemed like years for you, seconds for him, but Friday finally came. You smiled as you unpacked Airis belongings from the car, setting them at Mics feet. “Okay, everything she’s going to need is in there. You’ve got her blanket, her favorite stuffed animal, and a few sets of clothes!” You smiled talking just about a mile a minute. While you were excited for your mini vacation you had to admit you felt odd about leaving your baby for two days as well. You hadn’t been apart from her in so long you couldn’t help but feel emotional.

You watched as your daughter gently babbled in her father’s arms, the little fingers of her left hand sucked into her mouth, the other hand touching Shouta cheek. God it hurt your heart. You were gonna miss this child, and you could tell your husband was too. Giving him a set of soft eyes you reached your arms out for her, a very unhappy set of eyes glaring at you as you did so. He didn’t want to hand her over. “Come on you, let me say goodbye to her too” you chuckled watching as the little girl twisted in his arms with the biggest grin as she looked at you. “Come here mommy’s girl” you squealed happily lifting her out of a reluctant Shoutas arms.

You peppered those sweet little puffy cheeks of hers in kisses, smiling as she laughed and kicked her feet squirming in your arms. “Mommy loves you so much. You be good for Uncle Mic okay?”

The child gave a hum, her fingers wrapping around the collar of your shirt as she looked down at the floor. You gave the little girl a bounce, eyes soft as your lover came from behind her and kissed the top of her head before shooting the most terrifying glance you’d ever seen him give at Mic. “I’m putting my child’s life in your hands. Do not make me regret this.”

There was a spark of red that flickered in the others irises as he spoke, Mic swallowing hard as beads of sweat began to pool on his forehead. “Would you relaaaaaaaax Eraser! She’s gonna be totally A-Okay! Ain’t that right little miss! We’re gonna have the best time this weekend! Let me here you say YEAAAAAAAHYAAA”

Cringing at the others tone, your husband gave a sigh. “I regret this already.”

You rolled your eyes smiling as you handed the baby off to her temporary guardian, the look she gave you breaking your heart. “M-mommy....”

You frowned and kissed her head once more, hand cupping around her little cheek. “It’s okay baby mommy will be back soon, you’re gonna have a good time with Uncle Mic...I love you baby girl”

Knowing she wasn’t getting her way with you she tried to pit the same heart breaking look to her father standing beside you. It nearly worked for him, but he had to stand strong. He rarely gave into the girls pouts and attempts to change his mind, he needed to be firm. Kissing the top of her nose, your husbands lips pulled down st the edges “you’ll be fine kitten. Be good for Mic.” He was gonna miss this little girl. You both were. “I’m clarifying this now. Do not give her any sugar or so help me god-“

“I know I know you’ll rip my head off! You two crazy kids get on outa here!!! I totally got this! Right Airi!” He smiles and took the baby’s little hand in his own making her wave off at the two of you. She seemed to smile contently at that and glance up at Mic with a happy grin. You figured that was your cue to go.

Toting your husband back to the car you both sighed and watched as the image of your daughter and closet friend disappeared into the horizon. You both hoped everything would be fine.

The first night without you and Aizawa went pretty smoothly for the two. Hizashi managed to follow every one of the ridiculous rules set forth by Aizawa, he even managing to get the girl down for bed no problem. This parenting thing was a piece O’ cake! He had this handled....so he thought. Unfortunately Saturday didn’t go nearly as smooth as Friday had for him.

Walking around the living room with the three year old screaming in his ears, Hizsshi felt the panic with in begin to grow. She was fine early that morning but once it became apparent you and Shouta weren’t returning for her anytime soon she began to grow hysterical. She wanted to go home to mommy and daddy now. The baby wailed at the top of her lungs, little hands shoving at Hizashis chest in an attempt to break free of his hold, her little fist slamming against his arms. Digging his teeth into the corners of his mouth, the unprepared voice hero tried to bounce the girl lightly in his arms, cringing at her screams. Was this how people felt when he used his quirk? God was this child loud for someone related to Shouta Aizawa. “Hey hey you’re okay! I got it! I know daddy said no sugar, but how about a cookie for my favorite lil listener, huh? We can have a cookie break and maybe jam out to some fresh new beats!” He grinned setting the girl in her play pen for just a minute.

Effortlessly he grabbed the cookies down from the cabinet he turning around with a few in hand, dropping them when he saw the child was gone. He was seeing things. There was no way this child was gone! He’d turned his back for two seconds just to get a cookie! Chest rising with stress, his heart began to thunder in his ear. “Airi? No no, come on where’d you go sister! This is NOT cool!” He rushed to the pen, hands frantically flying through the strands of blonde hair at the top of his head. The kid was gone. “Fuuuuuck.....fuck fuck fuck.”

Quickly he ran through the rest of the house, intensely shoving doors open, searching every corner every inch of the house. Under beds, under tables, in closets. No where. The baby was no where to be seen. He felt sick to his stomach. He had no idea what to do. The kid was virtually quirkless, there was no way she could have gotten out of thst play pen herself! Did someone with a teleportation quirk sneak in and snatch her? His stomach turned at the idea. What was he going to do. Eraser would be expecting a call any minute from him, and he had no child to put on the phone! Out of ideas, he did the only thing he knew to do. He called the two of you up and prepared for the ass chewing he knew he was due for. His hands shook as he held the phone to his ear, eyes stinging with tears as he listened the phone dial. It didn’t take long before the phone call was answered, the voice on the other end breathless and more tired then normal. “What?”

You laid underneath your husbands body, hands moving to grip at his waist and pull his hips down once more against your body, you craving to feel his friction once more. You wanted his full undivided attention in this moment, and the phone call was a major distraction. You desperately worked to pull your husbands attention back to your body, stopping when you felt his muscles tense under your hands, his grip on his cellphone tightening as his knuckles went white. “You did what?”

Concerned by your husbands reaction, you gently shoved yourself out from under his body, placing your ear to the side of his head in attempt to listen in on the distressed phone call. “s-ah-she was crying and I didn’t know what to do so I put her down and went to get a cookie and when I came back she was gone!! I turned my back for two minutes and she disappeared yo!! I had the doors locked and the windows locked and she was in her play pen and then she wasn’t and I don’t know where she went and I can’t find her i tried calling around the house for her and everything!! She doesn’t have a quirk so it’s not like she could have gotten out on her own..” The voice hero spattered, words flying from his mouth in a higher pitch than usual as he blurted his panic out.

Your heart instantly broke, your stomach growing sick as you listened on. Your hands flew to cover your mouth as tears poured down your cheeks. Gone? Your baby was gone? You should have listened to Shouta...he was right not to want to come out on this mini weekend. You could feel your body beginning to tremble and shake. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing “d-do you know anyone with a warping quirk who could have done this?” You asked looking up at your husband, who between your sobbing and Mics, was starting to loose his patience.

“Continue looking for her, were leaving now.” He all but hissed into the phone hanging up. He didn’t even acknowledge you as he shoved himself out of bed, quickly throwing his clothes on and gathering his things. “I knew we shouldn’t have left. Don’t just sit there. Get up and stop crying Y/N. We need to leave.”

You couldn’t help but feel incredibly guilty, you feeling as if you deserved that harsh tone the other provided you. Your husband was right, you pressured him and talked him into leaving your child against his better judgements and this was the repercussions of doing so. Shouta was never cautious without a cause. You should have known if he felt that something was going to be wrong, to trust his gut instinct. You quickly pulled yourself together and threw your clothes on, gathering your own belongings before the two of you rushed out.

The ride back was disturbingly quite, the air sitting stale as neither one of you talked. You didn’t quite have the guts to say anything to your lover nor did you quite know what to say. Though in honesty, you figured if you’d said anything to him now he’d ignore you anyway. You could see it all over his face, he was worried and heart broken. His silence spoke volumes for the question you’d asked back in the hotel room. Clearly he did know someone with a warping quirk who could have taken her, and clearly he was worried for what that meant. You wanted to throw up, but you needed to be strong. Your daughter needed you to be, and so did your husband. While his composure seemed strong and collected on the outside, he was surely overwhelmed and manic on the inside.

When you arrived to Mics, his eyes had been red from crying, he unable to do anything but apologize twenty times over. He felt terrible for this, not only was he the one who planted the idea in your head to leave, he was the one who was suppose to be in charge of keeping the baby safe and he failed. What kind of uncle was he? With every apology he gave, your husbands fuse only grew shorter, his hair beginning to waver just above his shoulders. It wasn’t long before your husband had wound the thick unbreakable scarf of his around Mics neck, winding it up towards his mouth as he pulled on the straps in his hands. “Apologizing to me won’t bring her back Hizashi, so just stop talking. I don’t want an apology. I just want you to be quite.”

Quickly defusing the situation and prying your husband off of Mic, you all began to search for the child. While you wanted to do more to help, your husband demanded you stay safe where you were. Something along the lines of ‘he’s lost one of the most important things to him, no way he was letting someone take the other’. In the end, all of your resolves came to a disappointing failure. Neither Mic nor Aizawa were able to find any information on a stolen toddler while out on their patrol. It seemed no one knew where the child had snuck off to. The three of you spent all night searching and hunting for answers, it wasn’t until around four in the morning you were finally beginning to make leeway. Sitting now in your own home holding your daughters blanket, you were left sniffling silently in your bedroom when you heard a softest little voice followed by some fussing. Were you hearing things? You pushed your way to your feet making your way out of your bedroom towards the living room, heart stopping when the little girl looked around the room, she seemlessly unharmed. “A-Airi? Baby is that you?”

Her little eyes lit up, legs taking off as she ran her way towards you arms out wide begging to be picked up. “Mommy!”

You couldn’t help but break into hysterics as you scooped the child into your arms, pressing your palm to the back of her head as you clutched her tightly against your body. You couldn’t even begin to speak words or fathom how she got here. “Baby are you okay? Oh my god you scared us.” You buried your face into the top of her head tears gently falling into her hair.

As soon as your hands stopped shaking you reached out to your husband, notifying him that your child was safe and found. It didn’t take long for both men to rush into the house. The bags under Shoutas eyes were darker and thicker than usual, his eyes redder in the edges as well. He must have been so worried. The instant he saw the child in your arms his lips made his way to the top of her head as his arms moving to coil around both of your bodies. He’d never been more terrified in his life. Once everyone had calmed down, you all began to look for more answers on the situation. It turns out, your little girl was not as quirkless as you and your husband first thought. It seemed your daughter had inherited a quirk completely different from that of your husband and yours. She seemed to have the ability to move in and out of time. It didn’t make sense at first but the more Shouta dwelled on the matter the more it began to piece together. He had faint memories of a situation similar to what his daughter was describing. “I wen see daddy a worg. We wen see mommy too! Daddy forga mommy and i was sad! Den Mommy came an we sleep in bed” Sighing the incredibly stressed pro, rubbed at his temples. He couldn’t believe his daughter had acquired a chronos quirk. That would be one very strong ability and one he himself wasn’t sure how to stop. Short of keeping his eyes on her frequently, he didn’t have much of a game plan on how to keep the child tethered to where she belonged until she was old enough to control her power on her own. The key to her quirk for now seemed to be related to her emotions, so as long as they were constantly kept in balance, they’d have no problems. He loved his daughter, but he understood his wife now. He needed a god damn break. With the new knowledge of his daughters quirk, the pro hero couldn’t be anymore greatful for his own quirk. It was a long time before Mic offered to baby sit again though it didn’t stop him from coming by to play with the child as often as he could, and truthfully neither you nor Shouta minded that. Despite the incident you both knew Yamada wasn’t a terrible Uncle and both knew how much he did adore your child. You two managed to work some personal one on one time with each other around your daughters needs and his busy schedules. The two of you were in for it when this child hit her teen years.

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #my hero academia #toshinori x reader #toshinori yagi #hizashi x reader #yamada hizashi #bnha requests #eraserhead #bnha aizawa

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shall-we-date-awards · 5 years

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((((( One quick thing : As in part 1 and 2, you meant shippuden and pre-shippuden right? I'm not sure whether to call the konohoa hiden part 3 or part of part 2... hmmm but I digress. Since it IS still part of the naruto shippuden title line I'll say it's still part 2 LOL))))

Yeah! I can agree everythimg you said, however I feel that in part 1 AND most of part 2 (not counting konoha hiden yet), it was definetly romantically one sided in hinata's perepective. Naruto did care about her a lot but in a platonic way.

You are right, after her confession to naruto, naruto never EVER rejected her. And I agree that he was just confused and possibly bewildered that a girl actually felt for him like that.

And then we got some build up! And more build up. And then more build up. And then POOWWMM Naruto started developing feelings for her after witnessing the love she had for him throughout the years during The Last. And ever since then ( now including konoha hiden) it's been completely two sided 100%

I mean.... GEEZ! The arc was all about them getting married!! 😂😂 And people still see it as one sided after naruto confesses his love back to her and marries her?! Give me a break!! Wake up people! Kishimoto even drew them going out on a DATE TOGETHER!! 😂😂😂 come on now

#naruhina #naruto #hinata #anon asks

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rielzero · 2 years

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Concept Art Ramble

I’m working on a bunch of concept art for redesigns, and more official refsheets I intend to make for my adopted ocs.

This one is an adopt who has rather cosmetic armor- the idea is to design a new set highly inspired by the old one, while still applying enough realism to make it work. The outfit will eventually look like an upgraded version of the initial design.

Another thing I’m working on is the long awaited redesign of Clark, who I haven’t touched since 2019?? I did draw him in 2020 sometimes, it seemed, but he was shelved for the most part.

When doing these pen doodles i usually go through rough ideas, some designs take more time to consider and I end up with something very different from initial idea. Yep, pen doodle means no eraser was involved. I’ve out of frixion pens for years. Haha.

The main design for Clark is his pre-corrupted form, one specific gimmick with his design was that he had a corruption arc, and I’ve not redesigned that version. I believe the last time I drew corrupted Clark was either 2017 or 2018. When I was using him mostly.

Clark needs more love.

So, I can’t open my onedrive back-up on my old art work, had to open it on browser instead. Onedrive has too many issues for me sometimes lol, without very useful one-click fixes. Browser it is.

I’ll be adding them to this post so its easier for me to find back. Warning, Its really old art.

My experimental digital paintings do sorta look cool if you think about it, but man why did I draw noses like that? haha. It’s still fun to look at my old stuff. I don’t cringe that much. Clark’s ‘’corrupted’’ form had a half blackened skin, and the ability to use wolverine-esque lightning made claws from his right hand.

Yup this is definetly from 2018. The origins of my toony artstyle. Man he was a quirky character.

I was mostly looking for this drawing though.

I’m pretty sure this is the first time that I drew him, so its very bare bones conceptually. The idea was that he also has a mask, and wears very shady robes, giving him the ‘’mysterious’’ villain feel.

I was experimenting a lot with art styles during this time, you might notice a lot of this.

No commentary further.

Oh- thats the last image I can find of this form.

Bonus old design pic

He had cute expressions but fuck i drew HUGEEEE eyes HAHA.

Eitherway now that I have a visual reference to that old corrupted form, I can think of many ways to do it better in the redesign.

One of the main think is that the ‘’black side’’ will be traded with actual lightning scars. Thats been on my mind for ages. I might keep some of the color scheme, though. But a lot will change.

#oc #originalcharacter #art #art ramble #artist ramble #artist thoughts #redrawing #redesigning #redesign

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ask-mirai-and-friends · 6 years

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Happy 2nd Anniversary!

On 13th October 2017 this blog turned 2 years old, and as those who visited my anniversary stream on that day know, I started a group picture there:

This blogs OCs’ and their friends!

Thank you all for 2 years of loyality, support and over 500 followers!! You are absolutely amazing! <3

(and yes it took me until today to finish it)

Mentions and some other stuff below; if you spot your character here, please read it:

Mabel the Togekiss - @shiruba98 on twitter

You always helped me out on tumblr so much in your time here, you loved my father-child duo just as much as I do and always sent me asks or guest art when I needed it. Thank you for still showing up in my streams when you can and our great chats on your server buddy!

Arko the Ninetales - @arko-and-friend

I already told you a lot of what I want to say when we meet up (I mean you’re sitting right next to me right now) but still! You are one of my most precious friends and I hope this will last forever!!

DJ the Mew - @ask-dj-and-friends

I chose to draw DJs original design here, mostly because it’s how everything began. (plus I was afraid that you’d change the design before I finish - what you did xD) Back then you suddenly showed up and stayed at this blog, I’m so glad we became friends and have the chance to plot and plan and just have fun together! You are a really kind person and should never stop just being yourself!

Star the Shinx - @ryancorrsin

You’re such a lovely guy, always there for your friends, up for a talk or rp, and how you write your characters is absolutely adorable! I’m really glad Tara found her little brother in Star and I hope they’ll be able to have their adventures for a long time longer!

Allen the Umbreon - @asktoastythearcanine

We shipped our cuties for so long, they just fit each other well and I’m glad they stay in this relationship even after your reboot. I wish you the best for your blog, it’s one of the few where I patiently await every update to adore your characters, their relationships between each other and your clean traditional drawings!

Felix the Dewott-Espeon hybrid - @FelixRukai on twitter

I know we had our differences, but I’m glad to still call you my friend! Our rp times were a lot of fun and I’m happy to see your stuff and characters on twitter or Discord once in a while! I really hope you’ll have a lot of fun with your OCs in the future too!

Brandon the Feraligatr - @ask-brandon-the-feraligatr

YOU! You were my first friend in this community and you came so far!! Champ I’m so proud of you and thankful for you staying with me all this time! I can’t thank you enough and asure you that I’ll be with you in the future too. For whatever happens, brother!

Snow the Umbreon - @Grassnack on twitter

For the last year you’ve been my biggest supporter when it comes to art, not only because of the commissions I was allowed to draw for you! You showed around my art, motivated me to do stuff and get better, and your streams are so much fun every time! I can’t even express everything I would want to tell you, but the most important thing is: Even now that you left tumblr, let’s continue to be such good friends, chat a lot and motivate each other!!

Lisa the Nidoqueen - @ask-nido-royalty

I know we don’t chat or interact a lot, but when we used to chat more it was a lot of fun, plus you brought me some great ideas that time. And every time I see you posting or even liking stuff I just have to smile, happy to see you still being around!

Noir the Meloetta - @ask-the-melodic-squad

I really dunno what to say here. You’re amazing, as an artist and as a person, have been my (female) best friend for like 10 YEARS now??!? I just hope this’ll never change, you’re like a sister to me and I will never risk to loose you! You can’t escape me ;3c

SM the Fennekin - @tailsluigi

You’re that one person who shows up in every stream of mine and I enjoy that just as our relaxing chats once in a while. I also love our art trades, seeing your art in general! We have a lot of fun and I’m really happy about it!

Moonlight the Umbreon - @occasionallyshinyumbreon

Umbre! It’s always so much fun to chat, plan stuff for our blogs or just fangirl over small things! I enjoy your art and blogs a lot and kinda adopted your OC Lissa as my baby already?? How?? When??? I just hope this can continue on and that you’ll have a lot of fun and support on everything you do because daaamn you deserve it you wonderful gurl!!

Jaws the Mawile - @ask-the-ruby-wanderer

I remember you suddenly showing up at the stream and helping me out with how to draw Jaws for the first time in like forever. I enjoyed our interactions with her and Lilly a lot! You hopefully didn’t loose your fun with the rps on your blog after all that time and enjoy this little thank you!

Coriander the Delphox - @ask-stockholmsyndrome

I don’t know if you will see this when I send it to you, but I really have to thank you a lot! You were the first one to give me the honor of drawing a commission for and I often showed up in my askbox and feed. I loved your characters on both blogs and am sure you’ll have more free time in the future to be creative again! I wish you the best for prep school, be careful out there!

Jaden the Umbreon - @ask-the-feathered-legendaries

Sorry, I really have no clue if your Sona has a nickname or not...but hey, I’m here to thank you for your help over a long time here on tumblr! You helped me with plot, characters, species and my commission sheet. Yes you were on of the few people who believed in me and damn I’m so happy you did! I wish you, this caring and nice person, the best!!

Kyle the Meowstic - @ask-random-pokes

You too were one of the first people I befriended here and helped me out a lot with this blog! I enjoyed our collab lately and hope we’ll be able to work together again one day. I’m rooting for your commissions to go well, your drawing-style improved a lot and still stood unique! Good job!!

Claws the Zangoose - @Laguna on Discord

We didn’t talk a lot yet, but you’re really nice and supporting. I’m flustered by all the praise you give me for my art and hope we can continue chatting like this and get to know each other better!

Flamma the Ninetales - @the-banished-ninetales

Buddy I’ll make sure you see this because I want to show you that I didn’t forget Flamma yet!! I’m so happy we got to meet in person last year, I’ll never forget that day in Munich for sure! We definetly should talk more again, I miss our talks about..well anything! May it be Pokemon-related or not. I wish you the best!!

Schatz the Sylveon - @ask-intertwiningtime

I really don’t know if you’ll see this, but I really wanted to include Schatz here! I enjoyed your characters, plot and the ships in all the time I knew about them very much! Plus you were always there for a lil chat and helping me! I still honour the commission you drew me all that time ago and am very glad to have met a person like you!

My characters: Olivia the Altaria, Kais Mom the Liepard, Kai the Sylveon, Baako the Poochyena, Solan the Cherubi, Titus the Rowlet, Hak the Arcanine, Lilly the Oddish, Gracy the Shroomish, Imani the Skitty, Yabu the Trubbish, Baby Vulpix, Amily the Taillow, Zea the Taillow, Imgar the Feraligatr, Tara the Umbreon, Mod Calu the Eevee (my Modsona), Devin the Zorua, Emmett the Quilava, Linus the Luxio, Rachel the Glaceon, Archer the Grovyle, Aaron the Pidgeot.

#my drawings #group photo #please don't ask me why I didn't include your character #I only included pokemon of blogs that helped me in those years #and since I inked the pic in October it's only those people I knew then #thanks to everyone who somehow supports my blogs #I am unbelievably thankful

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unlovcblc · 6 years

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hello ! i’m h & i’ll be playing helena & romeo ! when i saw this rp i fell in love considering i had just finished getting assigned an essay on othello ( & still am currently working on it ) so i was already getting into the rest of shakespeares’ work ! so below you can find some info on helena ! i think it would be fun to have some connections with people outside from midsummers nights dream so definetly check out my wc at the end !

( DOVE CAMERON. SHE/HER. CISFEMALE. ) was that HELENA JONES? they kind of remind me of HELENA from MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM. maybe it’s because they’re TWENTY years old and A FLORIST. they’re SOFT SPOKEN && INSECURE, and when i see them, i think of THE EBB AND FLOW OF THE OCEAN && WORN BOOK PAGES. ( h. 20. est. she/her. )

oh helena . helena ( in this verse ) is the youngest of three girls . constantly overshadowed by her older siblings she’s constantly fighting just to be noticed ( & losing the battle )

she doesn’t exactly make it easy for herself , burying herself in books & convinced that it’s okay that she’s not pretty or charming like the other girls . because she has her intellegence .

her mother always made off handed comments about how she should be more like her sister which only pushed her into being more insecure than she already was

she was actually in an okay spot coming into high school , probably because of hermia but eiTHER WAY

she got involved in the crew of the school plays , often painting the backgrounds & organizing everything

during sophomore year , one of the guys who had been involved in play began to talk to her more , compliment her , etc

she was pretty blind to it at first until it was painfully obvious & then he asked her out !

helena , little miss i don’t need LOVE to be happy , said yes

it was nice like she was being treated like she was the most important person & that’s never happened before

mmMM and then things turned south when she overheard someone talking about how they couldn’t believe they were still going out with helena , after all the bet was done by now , right ?

they had the whole ‘ its not just a bet anymore ‘ & ‘ i don’t trust you ! ’ thing happen & helena turned more into a heartbreak girl & just drew back a loT

she did graduate high school with a good gpa but instead became full time at her job at the florist

she’s been pretty pathetically crushing on demetrius for a while now , who doesn’t know that she exists ! which is . . fun ! she won’t admit it bc she’s honestly a little ashamed to have these emotions after going through the whole ordeal

someone who showed interest in her but she was too involved in self pity to notice .

someone who is / was friends with her siblings & tries to get along w her too but she doesn’t actually realize that they’re her friend too ??

someone who’s constantly pushing her to go out & have fun & live a little

someone who reads next to her , maybe trades books every once in a while

a regular at the florist !

#i'm working on romeo's now !!#shhq:intro

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dachi-chan25 · 7 years

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Would you pretty pretty please write Dickon courting Sansa and having to face all of her protective male family members (everyone lives because this is Denial Town)

Denial Town AU

Standing in the courtyard once again waiting for their southroun visitors just as they did many moons ago when King Robert came along with Queen Cersei and Prince Joffrey…how Sansa had admired him! She had fancied herself in love with him, had thought he would be her Prince Aemon the Dragonknight or the Florian to her Jonquil, soon enough she started to see that wasn’t the case (Lady) and still she tried so hard to be like all the ladies from the songs, wanted to be as beautiful and just as queen Alyssane…

She wouldn’t.

Lord Baelish had warned her life wasn’t a song, and now she understood, father had explained the Queen’s treachery and Joffrey’s baseborn nature, the Kingslayer incestuous relationship with Queen Cersei… She had been so horrified at first she thought them to be lies, but her father would never say anything but the truth, worst of all had been King Robert’s wrath, she could still hear the screams and the thunderous sound of the warhammer against the bodies of the Queen and her children . Life wasn’t a song alright, life was a horror tale like the ones Old Nan used to tell during the stormy nights.

Truth to be told she wasn’t specially looking forward to meet her possible bethroted, as far as she knew he was the heir and her Lord father said he got the highest praises from his elder brother at the Wall (why would an heir leave his home for the Wall she could not fathom) but then again everyone had said the most wondrous things about Joffrey, and while he showed himself charming and gallant at the start he lied to the King and did nothing when Queen Cersei had Lady killed.

The Tarly’s seat (that Dickon would inherit someday) was Hornhill said to be a beautiful keep in the Reach. The South had always been her dream, and Hornhill was surely lovely, full of flowers and frutal trees of all kinds but, at the same time she felt weary, the South wasn’t kind to the Starks it hadn’t been kind to her gentle and beautiful Lady.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of the horses’ hoots thuding against the fresh summer snow that coated lightly the soil of the King’s Road. Her lady mother instructed Rickon to stand straight and checked once more Arya was in her proper place beside her. Strangely enough her usually unruly sister had dressed without making a fuss and was in her very best behavior.

Two guards entered the courtyard carrying the banner with a red hunter against the green field that was the Tarly’s sigil, right behind him a giant of a man (though definetly shorter than Ser Gregor Clegane) with a balding head, close trimmed beard and stern square face rode a magnificent black stallion, she guessed he was Lord Randyll Tarly.

Beside him a tall and handsome boy of golden hair and blue eyes, a shade or two darker than her own riding a dark brown horse. That was him, her stomach knotted, that was Dickon Tarly.

The golden hair reminded her of Joffrey for a moment, but the two boys had nothing else in common, where Joffrey had been lean and delicate Dickon was broad and strong looking, his face was square like his Lord’s father but without the sterness, he lacked completely the easy charm and authority Joffrey had displayed, Dickon had an aura of awkwardness around him… but he also looked surprisingly gentle.

Her eyes met with his for a moment, and she almost giggles at the expression in his face (mouth agape, blue eyes open wide and color rising in his cheeks) she lowered her eyes to prevent in but still a smile broke into her face.He, this possible new bethroted of hers, was strangely endearing.

Robb didn’t like this boy, he was blond like a Lannister and that foolish expression he made at the sight of his sister! He was most probably as craven as that bastard prince Joffrey.

His Lord father had told him about Joffrey’s supposed cruelty and how badly he would have treated his sweet sister, and asked him to keep and observant eye on the Tarly boy, his first impression of the blond boy had been completely unflattering, but that didn’t mean he was opposed to a more through inspection in the courtyard, if the boy wasn’t at least passable with the sword then he was not deserving of Sansa, she needed someone strong enough to protect her.

After the small feast his father had thrown in the honor of the Tarlys, during which Robb had to escort Lady Talla Tarly, a sweet little girl as timid as princess Myrcella had been. Robb asked Lord Dickon to spar with him in the courtyard, his mother had shot him a disapproving glare but Lord Tarly had seemed eager for his son to accept, and when Dickon finally did Lord Tarly insisted on watching.

“I’ll fetch the padded armors” Ser Rodrick said.

“There’s no need for that” Lord Tarly stepped out blocking Winterfell’s Maester at Arms way “My heir knows well the blows of the wooden sword, he is a Tarly of Hornhill and needs padded armors as much as Winterfell’s heir”

Robb nodded “We’ll do it the way Lord Tarly desires Ser Rodrick” he took one of the wooden swords in the rack and swung it with ease from side to side “‘Tis are but wooden swords, no real harm can be done with them”

Blond haired Dickon took a sword of his own and they began at Ser Rodrick’s comand. Robb’s first blow was packed with as much strenght as he could muster but the Tarly boy stopped it easily with his own shield and gave his own blow, Robb barely avoided to take it in full force, begrudgingly he admited the hit would have probably made him drop his sword, the boy two years his junior was taller than him and now that he was really looking at him Robb realised he and the bastard Lannister had nothing in common but the hair color, the Tarly had strong arms and broad shoulders.

Both had taken numerous blows, but now the sun was setting and soon they would be called for supper, Robb was sure his Lady mother wouldn’t take kindly to ther future Warden of the North supping with sweat deipping down the table, much less in font of guests. And even if Lord Tarly ad been very insistent, his father had insisted both of them needed food and some rest, at the end he had to admit the boy was very good, Robb had still won most of the matches but in a few years maybe the lad will give him a run for his money.

“Your swordmanship is very good” Robb said while both, he and Dickon put their swords in their rack.

The boy looked surprised and almost bashful before his face split in a grin “Thank you! I– I mean thank you m'lord, it was an honor”

He shook his head “It’s fine you needn’t be so formal, I had a very good time” then feeling mischevious leaned closed so only Dickon could hear “but if you ever harm my sister I’m afraid the next time our swords cross it won’t be fun…well at least for you”The boy nodded fervently, he wasn’t scared as Robb was aiming, he seemed almost solemn “I would never dare m'lord”And that’s the moment Robb thought mayhaps the boy would make him a fine goodbrother.

Arya glared at the blond haired prick sitted beside her sister, he was such a ridiculous fool, all stamering and blushing like a maid. Not for the first time she wished Jon was here so they could both laugh at the fool.

Robb seemed to like him well enough, but then again Robb had never dealt with Joffrey, he didn’t know how those kind of monsters would act all sweet and knightly with Sansa and then sent someone to murder common boys like her friend Mycah.

She rememberd how her father had talked with her after she had screamed at Sansa on their way back home because her sister ever the perfect lady had insisted on praying for the souls of the Lannisters.

“He is a liar, and so was the Queen and her brother! Why waste her tears and prayers on them? They also killed Lady!”

Her father had looked her in the eye and said very patiently “That may be so, but Tommen and Myrcella were completely innocent, your sister has a good soul if she can forgive them for the harm they caused her”

“I know she does” she sighed “It’s just irritating how blind she was! Joffrey would have been awful to her and then I would have killed him, I was going to anyway”

“You musn’t speak like that, taking a life is no easy matter and should not be taking lightly. Instead of thinking such a things you should try to help your sister like I told you before you need each other, if your sister is blind to other’s faults then be her eyes”

And that’s what she was doing, Sansa sometimes irritated her to no end, but there were times she was pretty funny, and even if they fought constantly Arya still loved her, and she would ever allow her sister to marry a prick like Joffrey so she was using the abilities Syrio had taught her, she observed and waited, she even dressed in that stupid uncomfortable wool dress she hated and behave the best she could just so she wouldn’t draw attention to herself. She had watched him in the courtyard with Robb, he was awfully clumsy but also strong, nothing impressing for strenght was nothing against tha dance of swords Syrio was teaching her.

So after supper she followed him silent as a cat, like she did back in the Red Keep, and followed the blond Tarly to his chambers.

Swiftly she cornered him agaist the door pressing the tip of Needle to his doublet.

“M'Lady!” he squealed surprised and frightened in equal meassures.

She glared at him “ I just want you to know I’ll be watching you, and if you are anything like Joffrey or make Sansa cry you’ll end up full of holes, I may not be strong like you but I’m quicker”

“I would never do any harm to Lady Sansa” he said “but if I do you have my permission to do as you please m'lady”

She drew back Needle “I don’t need your permission”

“I-I know” and then added with a timid smile “That’s a nice sword, did your Lord father gave it to you?”

She shook her head “My brother Jon, he is at the Wall”

“My older brother Sam– I mean Samwell is at the Wall as well though he didn’t left me such a nice gift, he didn’t even said goodbye”

The sadness in his face and voice made Arya feel uncomfortable, she knew what it was like to miss a brother but if Jon hadn’t even said goodbye… It wasn’t fair! He was supposed to be awful but he was not, he was actually pretty likeable, irritatingly nice just like Sansa.

“I think you should ask my father about him, he went at the Wall to see Jon”

His stupid face cheered up instantly “I will, thank you m'lady”

And with a groan Arya left.

After breaking their fast on the morrow Robb took the Tarly oy to the kennels were their direwolves were kept, their mother had instructed them to leave them there as to not to starttle the Tarlys, but Dickon had showed a lot of interest in seeing them and Robb really enjoyed the boy’s company, besides it would be amusing if he got scared.

Figures Rickon and Bran had beat them there and were feeding their pups.

“Why did you come here?” asked little Rickon as the young Tarly had at least reached out to pet Greywind.

Dickon blushed “ I– w-well, m-my Lord father–”

Taking pity on him Robb answered “Father is seeking to make a match between him and Sansa”

“What does that mean Bran?” he asked turning to his brother who was sitting in a chair beside him.

“Father wants Sansa to marry them when they are older, and Sansa will become the lady of Hornhill.” Bran explained.

“And where is that?”

“In the Reach, very far away in the south”

Rickon furrowed his brow and turned towards Dickon.

“You can’t take my sister to the South!” he threw himself at Dickon and began to hit him where he could reach “she just came back, you can’t!”

Luckily Robb intervened before Shaggydog could involve himself on that fight. But now Rickon was trashing and crying in Robb’s arms.

“I’m afraid I don’t really have a say in that, but if LadySansa goes with me back to Hornhill I promise we’ll come visit as often as possible, and if your Lord father allows it maybe you cam visit as well m'lord, Hornhill has big forests and lots of hills I am sure your direwolves would like them very much.”

Rickon looked at him distrustfully “You would?”

“Yes m'lord”

“See Rickon?” said Bran ruffled his little brother’s hair “There’s nothing to worry about, and if there was well even if I can’t promise I could be of any use Summer could”

Even though Bran was smiling Robb shuddered a little, well better for the lad to be warned.

That evening Dickon would spend some time in the company of Lady Sansa, his father had pressed him to behave as the heir of Hornhill would (he still wasn’t really sure what that meant, he knew his obligations and tried his very best to be as strong as his father wanted but what did an heir exactly meant?) and his mother told him to be charming and gallant (he also didn’t know exactly how to be those, specially around pretty Lady Sansa, he could barely speak a word to her without blushing!) she even had him wear his finest doublet the emerald silk one with his house’s huntsman embroidered in small rubies on the left side of his chest.

When he entered Lady Stark’s solar she was already there with her Septa that was to chaperone them, her direwolf the smallest and prettiest of the pack in his opinion at her feet, she was singing and sewing. The song was not familiar to him– but then again he didn’t knew a lot of songs, his father said the heir of Hornhill had no time for songs and stupid stories– but he liked the sound of it.

“Sansa” the Septa called “Lord Tarly has arrived”

The girl raised her beautiful clear blue eyes at him and smiled. Dickon’s cheeks grew warm.

She stood and curtisied prettily at him “Good evening m'lord, you must forgive my rudeness”

He bowed, damning his clumsiness and lack of grace “N-no– I mean it’s fine. You-you did nothing wrong m'lady”

She smiled and prompted him to sit in front of her.

“Er- you have a lovely voice, what song were you singing m'lady?”

“Thank you m'lord, it was “The Winter Maid” is not a very popular song so maybe that is why you didn’t knew of it”“I really don’t know much about songs”

She stared at him very solemnly “Do they displease you?”

“No” he rushed to say “They please me well enough, it’s just that my Lord father doesn’t think I should spend a lot of time with songs and stories, I liked when my brother read them to me though” he said wistfully.

“If you want I could sing them for you” she offered timidly, her cheeks flushed.

He nodded dumbly, now he understood why the Starks were so protective over Lady Sansa she was so sweet and pretty surely no treasure in the North could compare to her. And really what were a few threats (that he himself would do when the time came for his father to seek matches for his little sisters) if he could have that smile and bright blue eyes?

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So basically Ned got out of KL with Arya and Sansa after Robert muredred Cersei and her children, Robb never called the bannerman,Cat is back in WF, Bran and Rickon are alive and well and safe in WF. Ned went to the wall and told Jon about R+L=J but he still decided to stay in the wall, Ned meets Sam who talks great stuff about lil’ bro Dickon, and as Sansa is still sad about all the awful stuff that happened and wants to look for a good match for her as he promised he decides to invite the Tarly to WF. WW are not a thing cuz everyone lives happily ever after, and I know this doesn’t make any political sense and Randyll wouldn’t go all the way to WF (or maybe he would? i mean is a very good match and Sansa is a highborn lady of a very old and respectable house so Idk?) but politics and that stuff don’t matter in Denial Town.

#Dicksa #everyone lives AU #Denial Town AU #overprotective Starklings #my writing #young!Sansa #young!Dickon #Ned is trying to fullfil is promise #someone strong/brave/gentle

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