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hhhnnnnggggg i love your blog its wonderful youre doing gods work ekdjdhdjdn

anyways i have a fun little scenario id like to see :v

Chahut and Amisia visit their friend, a human who's just trying to survive on Alternia, to make sure they're doing ok. They find them fighting off a group of trolls outside of an abandoned hive the human has set up shop in, clearly losing to the offenders. (human has glovekind, if you wanna know)

Some graphic detail in this since it's Alternia and a violent place. Just wanting to let anyone know if that's not something they wanna read.

Weakness is frowned upon on the planet of Alternia. You could get culled for less but nothing gets you killed quicker than being unable to defend yourself.

It's often why lower castes gets so easily erased into nothing. Their color painting the walls and areas around them as usually higher caste trolls made their end as a either a example or just for kicks. It's the brutal reality for the inhabitants there.

So for little ol you, a human, neither highblood, or even lowblood stood even less of a chance. Your delicate colored skin nothing in comparison to the local inhabitants harder more rougher skin.

With fists already bruised and tender under your gloves, chest heaving with trying to send oxygen to your starved lungs, you braced yourself for another whack from the group of trolls that had surrounded you.

This assault seemed to have lasted for what seemed like forever, it may have been only a few minuets or so but the way that pain emitted through out your entire core insisted differently.

You were fishing earlier for some much needed protein or whatever the hell Alternian fish had in comparison, it wasn't grubcake for the fifth time this week, so you weren't being picky, when trouble started.

This fishing net had apparently floated more downstream that you planned it doing and got snagged on another group of trolls' fishing spot, making their net become tangled with yours. This in turn infuriated some other trolls of different varying castes over the now useless fishing net of both theirs and yours.

You had apologized a multitude of times to them and even offered to give them the remaining bait and fish that you'd gathered earlier, but it might as well have fallen on deaf ears.

That first punch to the gut had been the most painful since you couldn't flex your abdomen muscles to soften the blow. The nausea hit you almost immediately after and you felt the sharp pain centralize there.

You cringed outwardly and held a arm up to deflect more kicks and punches towards your body while the other clenched around your stomach.

You groaned while trying to find an escape route when you saw through blurry vision two familiar figures.

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"Do youu think this is enough stuuff for them, Chahuut?" The small troll asked while carrying the large box with ease.

The box was filled with various items of food, blankets, even a newly purchased hoofbeast plush sat on top, its stitched smile beaming at nothing.

The tall troll peered down with filling purple pupils, them landing on the plush. She stretched her arm out and gave the toy a pat that made it stretch down and spring back to life when she lifted her hand away. "I Think This will be good, yes."

The two of them were making their way to your hive..... house? House is what you had called it when you had invited them over previously.

The two highblooded trolls had cringed at the state of the place, it's cracked walls etching across the entirety of the hive, the floorboards seemed to cry loudly under even yours and Amisias weight.

Chahut had fallen through one of the weaker parts of the floor with a loud curse.

The hive was barren, with furniture from a previous olive blooded troll that had been shipped off planet, used and abused. The lights barely worked, and the air conditioning was non existent. Making the days when you slept terrible for rest.

You seemed so proud of the makeshift hammock you made out of old blankets and even placed flowers in a cracked vase you'd found under the sink.

They were poisonous of course and Amisia had chucked the arrangement into the yard with a concerned cry and a, "Are youu wanting to die?!"

They were real pretty though.

It was your home here on Alternia, and the two didn't have it in them to continue to trash talk the less than stellar state of it. You were their friend and they enjoyed your weirdness and optimism.

The two of them decided despite your protests to help furnish your hive at least, and get you something other than stupid grubcake.

Amisias ears perked up when she heard shouting coming from the direction of your hive.

"A alien like you shouldn't even be on this planet!" A olive troll shrieked, her metal padded bat raised high in the hair before it began it's descent, aimed for your protected head.

The bronze troll was reading a swift kick to your stomach when a flash of blue ran at him and threw him into the air before being practically skewered on a nearby lamp post.

You shrank in on yourself tighter, the adrenaline still pumping painfully through your veins. You peeked out from your tattered gloves before almost crying out in relief, the tears already filling your eyes. "You guys!"

Amisia dusted her small hands of the dust on them before beaming at you, a stark difference to the action she had just done. "Y/N... looks like youu got youurself into trouuble again." She began.

She straighted a piece of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear then went to crack her knuckles. The noise deafening to the now still silence. "How abouut we show this troll a lesson in manners, Chahuut?"

The previous olive blood stood with wide eyes, her bat clattered to the riverbank soil below with a muffled thud. "W-What are a purple and an indigo doing here? This neighborhood is nowhere near a highblood area!"

Chahut swung her axe, the smirk on her face growing as the other troll mimicked your earlier action. "Sounds like a plan To me... They've done messed wiTh The wrong alien on This planet."

The purple blooded troll walked slowly to the both of you, piercing gaze on the troll beside you.

You scrambled to your feet and ran to hide behind them, gripping onto Chahut's pantleg. You could feel your core shake from the anxiety and fighting for your literal life mere moments ago.

Amisia took your hands and inspected them before tutting at you, her uneven eyebrows downwards. "I'm sorry Y/N... if we had known..."

You shook your head and flinched when you heard the sickening crunch of bones coming from the direction you had just been in.

The indigo didn't let you look, instead distracting you by feeling around your hands for the gnashes and bruises there. Her cold hands felt wonderful against your very warm ones.

"LiTTle blue... need any more olive?" Chahut asked as she turned her head over her shoulder, axe dripping the color previously mentioned.

She gave it a thought, looking upwards before shaking her head. "Nope, all youurs.~"

"RighTeous."

You paled and looked away. You could never get used to that.

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Can you write something about reader being Nepeta's short girlfriend and the two of you cuddling in a mass of blankets when it's really cold and eventually falling asleep? I totally Headcanon that Nep purrs.

The earth winter had come early this year. The temperature already in the lower digits, the wind and air having a cold bite when you ventured outside. A modest snowfall was estimated later that night, the flurries already fluttering across the sky as the sun set for the evening.

You gave a comfortable stretch under one of the many blankets that lay across the bed you a the olive blooded troll shared. Compared to outside, your little bundle of warmth and safety made it seem nonexistent.

You rested your head on your girlfriend’s shoulder watching the screen of her gaming console illuminate her face. “How’s your island?”

Her tongue poked out from her lips, her visible fang poking out. “Purrty good! I finally was able to get peaches.” She replied, while turning to face you and pausing the game.

You hummed audibly in reply. “How sweet.~”

She smiled softly and placed her console further away on the layers of blankets. Turning back around she wrapped her strong arms around the oversized pillow beneath her and squeezed. “Peaches aren’t the only things that are sweet.”

You felt your face warm and gently booped her on her nose. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Nep.”

Her eyes crinkled in both mischief and love as she stared at you, her emerald orbs shining softly from the warm light further away in the room.

“Whatcha looking at?” you mused, moving your hand to run against her short, curly locks.

She closed her eyes almost immediately, pushing her head into your palm as a soft rumbling noise escaped her lips from her throat. You adored when she purred, you knew she only did so when she felt safe, and content.

“You you youuuuuu~” She sang gently and rushed her arms under your form and pulled you close to her chest, the rumbling now much louder than before.

You wrapped your arms around her lean torso, and leaned your head closer to her form. “You’re so warm.”

You heard her hum and rub her chin across the top of you. “Purrfect for the snugglin’…” She whispered and kissed the outer edge of your ear, causing you to shiver silently.

“…I love you Nep.” you told her, giving her a small squeeze.

The purring intensified considerably when you did so, and she kissed the top of your forehead next. “Flushed for you too, Y/N.”

The cold was no match for the warmth that surrounded both of you that evening. Sleep called both of you quietly and the two of you drifted off while still holding each other close.

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just finished drawing some art for a couple asks, and about to start writing one now, please feel free to send in more requests if you would like <3

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Im curious to know some Davesprite headcanons when he's in a relationship with s/o :0c

Between Dave’s original personality, now merged with a crow, it’s an interesting mesh.

There are times where Dave is usually aloof and nonchalant about certain things.

Bring shiny items into the mix? He’s transfixed.

Shiny rock he found by the riverbank? Collected. Old spoon that’s bent in the weirdest angle? Into the collection it goes. Random penny laying on the sidewalk? He’s a penny richer.

Is very into gift giving you things, it’s usually just shiny junk he has found and brought to you for your approval. You don’t have the heart in you to refuse any gifts he gives you, no matter how random and how much it should have stayed in the trash. You had gotten a little box to hold all the little guys.

Preens his feathers when he thinks you aren’t looking and will get ridiculously embarrassed whenever you make eye contact or stifle a giggle at how he’s turning his head to get a certain feather on his back side into order.

This leads to you sometimes helping him preen his feathers, it’s a calm and intimate moment between the two of you.

When he’s very content and feeling safe he usually coos.

Has flew up to the top of the fridge when he drank all the apple juice that you had just bought to escape your parched wrath. All while giggling obnoxiously.

He jokes how much of a dumbass he can be, but he’s honestly so smart and can figure out puzzles so quick it makes your jaw drop. He once finished one of those puzzle spheres in less than five minuets which made him very arrogant for the next hour.

Will snack on seeds and nuts often, which makes most of your store list consist of that and apple juice. You know the cashier by heart now.

Very snuggly when cold outside, will tell you to get inside his hoodie so the both of you can snuggle.

Very attentive to detail in your appearance or demeanor.

Sings to you quite often, which makes your whole body feel like jello.

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I love your new pp :D !

thank you so much!!! Karkat's my favorite ;w;

I figured it was time for a change~ I love your art <3

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hey! i just wanted to know if all of you were ok and doing well. i understand you have lives outside of the internet, but it never hurts to check in, you know? i hope youre all alright!

I read this and reread this when this was first sent to me, and let me tell you, I haven't answered it yet mostly cause I still wanted it in my ask box cause it's lovely and makes me happy.

Thank you anon, truly. I'm doing my best and kind people like you are a gem in this world. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to the top.

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Would it be alright to request a platonic/sibling reader being looked after by the Strilondes after falling ill? It can just be one of them if you feel more comfortable writing that :D

Family dynamics... my favorite.

   It wasn’t often that you managed to get sick, so when you found yourself waking up one morning and your face felt like it was melting off the very surface of your skin you let out a audible groan. Your eyes open blurry to the sunlight coming in from your curtains and you wiggled more under your blankets against the rude disturbance.

The sounds of pots and pans came from your slightly opened doorway and even though you knew that they weren’t that high in volume it seemed to be amplified almost ten-fold to your eardrums. You rose to a sitting position with your blanket wrapped around your shoulders and took a shaky step out of your bed, your socks sliding against the cold hardwood floors and out into the hallway.

Each step that you took seemed to require momentous effort and focusing on the dizziness that wracked your head wasn’t easy to deal with either. By the time you had made it into the doorway of the kitchen you felt the dizziness get even worse.

Dave was at the stove and was trying to flip the currently bubbling pancake over to the other side while Rose was sitting with Roxy at the kitchen island chatting about something that you couldn’t place meaning to. Dirk was busying himself with gathering plates from the cabinet when he spotted you.

He went to raise the hand that wasn’t holding the stack of plates before his eyes landed on your disheveled form.

You could see his eyebrows quirk on one side of his face before he walked over to you, leaving the plates on the countertop next to Dave. When he got closer to you, you could feel just how gross you probably looked when his eyes continued to scan over you.

He brought a scarred hand and gently placed the back of his palm to your very too warm forehead, his skin a wonderfully cool comparison to your own. You saw his mouth thin into a straighter line.

“Y/N, you’re burning up.” He replied softly but you could tell that everyone else in the room heard him since they all went quiet.

Dave peered over to you and his eyebrows knitted together. “You look like shit.”

You were about to flip him off when a cough began from your throat, and you instead held it to your mouth in a fist and turned your head. When the coughing fit had passed you let out a pitiful whine. “I feel like shit.”

Roxy rose from her seat next to Rose and quickly made her way over to you.

She held your face in her hands and her own pink eyes scanned over your face and her expression melted into worry and concern. “Y/N, you need to get back to bed, pronto.” She instructed and wrapped the blanket beginning to fall from your shoulders back up snugly around you. “Here, I’ll help you, you seem unsteady.”

You felt embarrassed but grateful at the same time at your siblings show of concern and familial love towards you. You simply nodded your head and let her lead you back to your room in an awkward shuffle from you, but a helpful expression from her.

She lifted the blankets up from you as you crawled into the warm comforts of your bed, and gently cascaded it over you.  “There you are Y/N… now I don’t want to see you up and about unless it’s if you have to go to the bathroom.” She told you sternly but the kind smile that was on her face contrasted her tone.

“Okay Rox…” you muttered softly and shifted some in bed while trying to find a position that didn’t make the waves of dizziness any worse than it already was.

A gentle knock came from your doorway, and you didn’t have the energy to even turn your head towards the soft sound and instead listened and glanced your eyes up to the familiar figure belonging to Rose.

She handed Roxy a bottle of what you assumed was cold medication by the common place it had in your medicine drawer in the bathroom. After handing Roxy the medication she knelt to your eye level on your floor and patted your shoulder that was hidden by your blanket. The warmth that seeped from her hand to your body was comforting. “It would figure our little sibling would manage to get sick.” She says in a tone that was not mocking but made you laugh weakly. “Dirk and Dave are handling getting you something in your stomach, but from the way you’re holding your hand over your mouth I believe we’ll have to wait on that.”

Roxy’s eyes widened as she frantically grabbed your trashcan that was sitting next to your desk and just in the nick of time was able to align it with your stream of vomit that expelled itself from your body.

Rose grimaced while looking away and excused herself to fetch some water for you to take your medicine with and leave Roxy on the more… on hands care.

Roxy ran her hand up and down your back and continued these ministrations while you heaved your heart out into the luckily previously empty bin as you clutched it close to your body.

Rose walked back in with a tall glass of water and sat them on your nightstand and gave Roxy a nod before motioning with her thumb towards the kitchen and left as quickly as she came.

The older blond shook out a couple tablets from the bottle before twisting it back and grabbed the glass of water with the other before handing one at a time to you for you to take.

You popped the pills into your mouth before downing it with a few gulps of water, relishing in how it coated your dry and scratchy throat. You handed the glass back to Roxy and laid your head back onto your pillow as your eyes began to get heavier. When the weight got too much you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep.

You stirred at the sound of feet against your floors growing closer as you lazily opened a eyelid, vision blurry. The figure still a mix of colors until you rubbed at your eyes and stared up at them.

Dave’s mouth lifted in a half smile, the dimples on his cheeks over prominent. He leaned down to sit a tray with a steaming bowl of what you assumed was soup. And it smelled heavenly to your emptied stomach.

You managed to rise to a sitting position and reached over to take a few small sips from the refilled glass of water by your bedside, bendy straw of your favorite color stuck up from the top.

You tested bigger sips from the colorful straw. Your throat felt a lot less hoarse, the cool liquid only helping in that regard. “Water has never felt as good as it does right now.” You sighed happily in relief. “Now this soup? Looks fucking amazing.”

You twirled the soup and it’s contents around with her spoon, admiring the different colors of ingredients faintly vortexed as you did so. The steam coming off from it hitting your nostrils pleasantly.

“Dirk and Rose made that for you. You should’ve seen Roxy when she peeled out of here to head to the market just to get the ingredients for it. Dirk looked as if he was gonna die by how he held onto the handle on the door.” Dave replied. The small chuckle emitting from his lips made you do so yourself as well.

“They didn’t have to go through all that trouble.” You told him with a small smile.

You gave the soup a couple more stirs before lifting a moderately sized amount to your lips, noting to blow on it softly as not to spill.

The soup tasted as amazing as it smelled. The veggies weren’t cooked to mush as most canned ones would be, and the broth you felt you could drink straight out if it had cooled down a bit more to where it wouldn’t scaled your tongue. The small bits of chicken that accompanied the twisted egg noodles added more substance and made your tummy all the more happy to continue eating.

Dave watched you eat quietly, relieved that you seemed to be getting back to your usual self. He wouldn’t say it aloud, but he was more anxious than he first thought when you walked in the kitchen that morning with her cosmic blanket wrapped around your form. You looked so pale, your usually color was absent from your face.

He crossed his legs on your bed, one lifted up to where he could rest his chin on top of. His red eyes peering through the vague color of his ever prominent sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. “Taste good?”

You hummed audibly, scooping up another spoonful. “Like is was blessed from God.” You returned as you did a small kiss theatrically.

This caused Dave to laugh louder compared to the soft chuckle he had done earlier. “Glad to hear it dude.”

Tummy full, and the feeling of death farther than it had been in the past few hours you let out a contented sigh. “That was amazing, thank you guys.” you beamed before taking and downing the rest of your water in a couple gulps. “I feel so much better.”

Dave nodded then reached out to take your now emptied bowel and cup. “Do you want seconds?” he asked while rattling the spoon on the ceramic in one hand. “There’s seriously so much of this. We all have had some and there’s still like half left.”

You nodded almost immediately. “Yes, please. Could I get some apple juice this time too?” you asked while batting your eyelashes, smirk growing bigger when you saw him roll his eyes with the movement of his head.

He used his free hand to ruffle the locks of your hair, which you squeaked out now laughing and batting his hand away.

“For sure.”

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I apologize for being gone so long, college and personal things have gotten in the way. I hope to post more for this summer. Maybe draw for some of the asks, I feel so bad for being gone. Please send in requests if you have them. I'm gonna try to answer the asks I have currently.

I see every notification though, it makes me so happy to see that people still enjoy my work. 💕

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How about, Karkat with a s/o who has sensitive skin? (Like they frequently leave red marks on themselves on accident, or they bruise easily)

He is so gentle with you. A lot of people see Karkat as brash and unafraid to speak his mind or even start an argument, and this is true. But with his significant other, they get to see a softer side to him compared to his hardened exterior.

He was especially so when you were often found with redden marks and bruises all over your skin. Your poor arms a canvas of varying colors of reds and purples to soft yellows from healing previous bruises. You didn’t know how often or how you got certain bruises or marks, but to you it didn’t really bother.

For Karkat however, he fussed over you. His attention to every new mark as he held your arms and whispered his fingertips over them often caused your breath to still. His bright red eyes scanning the varying healing marks with a mix of justified anger and love. And for anger and love to be used at the same time was something only Karkat could accomplish. His anger towards it wasn’t negative but more so out of concern.

Karkat was gentle but firm in holding your hand while scanning your arms and hands one day. His fingertips warm and comforting to yours as they always were with how warm blooded he was.

“You managed to get another bruise, Y/N.” He told you with a low tone and frown that never really seemed to leave his face. “What were you doing this time?”

You chuckled in good nature and gave him a shrug and squeezed your right hand in his, while grabbing his left with yours that was just covering yours.

The troll rolls his eyes, the frown of his slightly turning upwards on one side before he squeezed your hands back.

Gentle, he was gentle and caring.

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Can I request terezi with a blind human girlfriend?

You both get into such mischief together it’s not even funny. Whether it be a tapping language that you two made up together to talk shit about others inconspicuous like, or to say sweet nothings to the other without Terezi erupting in a bright teal blaze.

The two of you enjoy drawing and coloring together, and sometimes you race against her to see which finished art was finished the quickest. Usually Terezi won but you took it like a champ.

Your love language is touch and it’s often that when you’re with her the two of you are touching each other. The most common is Terezi leaning her form against yours like a wild furbeast and purring comfortably.

Flarping together is another way the two of you spend quality time together. You let the teal troll take the lead and follow her in the setting she likes.

You’ll often hold Terezi’s face in your hands and feel the way her expression moves so that you can experience them too. It’s something cute the two of you do together.

She really loves when you give her smooches softly on her eyelids and nose and you be sure to do that just to hear her squeals of delight.

Hand holding is also very common between y’all.

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Can I ask for a Davesprite x Reader? Where (by headcanon) Davesprite would often gift the reader weird shiny objects that he could find, and the reader finds it adorable, rewarding him would cuddles or kisses, i need some more Davesprite fluff tbh

To say that your boyfriend was cute, would be putting it in simple terms. You found him so much more than cute, he was downright going to be the end of you.

The first gift he had given you was a shiny penny that he had found while on one of his solitary flights in the middle of the night.

He looked so proud of himself when he opened his hands to reveal the copper colored coin that gleamed faintly against the lamp on your nightstand. You had taken it from him and in return had given him a sweet kiss on his cheek for the present.

This had caused his cheeks to flush a very noticeable bright red and he watched as you turned the object around in your hand while inspecting it.

The second gift was a silver necklace that he had found on the side of the trail at a local park the two of you visited. It looked as if it had been stuck in the mud and dirt after the recent rain and he carefully removed the bits of soil and debris from the shiny object.

He presented it to you after washing it to where it sparkled brighter than ever. A happy grin on his face, his cheeks a softer pink.

You marveled at the piece of jewelry and asked him if he would help you put it on.

He happily agreed and after he clipped it from behind, you looked at the necklace with a thankful and greatful expression.

You turned to face him and pulled him into a tight embrace thanking him.

After that it was almost weekly that he had found something to give you and all were shiny in every way.

A fragment of a stone, one part of a earring, a spoon, there was even a broken pocket watch he managed to find from God knows where.

After every gift you would give him some sort of affection and it seemed to you that he absolutely adored the acts after he would gift you these tiny trinkets.

You wouldn’t say that you knew what he was doing at first but he really did seem to be so proud of what he found to give to you, so you just instead showered him with more affection at these times.

And he loved all of it.

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Mind if we have one for Davesprite? where he and the reader are just cuddling with each other?

It was a terribly windy and wet night. The scheduled thunderstorm had rolled in earlier than it had been scheduled. The plans of stargazing with Dave that night had been put in a rain check, literally.

You were currently poking at the burning log in the fireplace with the dark metal rod that stood next to it. The embers rising up into the air when you moved the spent log over to the side.

You felt Dave floating next to you, the air that carried from his wings causing your locks of hair to sway slightly. You looked up at him with a small smile, he was completely drenched from head to wing feathers.

Dave had tried his best to save the laundry that was hung up on the line outside on the balcony before it had gotten too wet, but it didn’t work out that well. And his well intentions just caused his body to resemble a wet cat, cold and miserable.

His blond locks stuck to his head and sides of his face and he blew at the annoying strands of hair with a huff.

You noticed the log of wood in his grasp and took it from him. Bringing up your hand to his forehead you swept the soft locks out of his face. “Thank you for at least attempting to save the laundry, Dave.” You said in a soft voice, pressing forward to kiss his cold forehead. “And for the firewood.”

He gave a audible hum and your gesture, his cheeks warming. He watched as you placed the log on the small fire slowly as not to burn yourself and poked around the embers.

When you were satisfied with the warmth that came from the small flames you covered the opening of the fireplace back with the large metal mesh to make sure nothing else caught fire than what you wanted to.

You wiped at your pants leg to get rid of the ash that had stained them. You observed the room to see that Dave had flew to your shared room for a change of clothes out of the damp and cold ones he had on previously. And was currently attempting to search for a clean towel from the table to dry his hair and wings.

You grabbed a towel that you had folded earlier from the table and gently coaxed him to the couch and he did so wordlessly.

You brought the soft and fresh towel and covered his head with it and gently rubbed in circles to rid your boyfriend of the cold moisture that had caused him to shiver. After you had worked the majority of the water from his hair you moved onto the task of his wings.

You took each feather carefully in your palms and rubbed the towel against them, knowing his wings and feathers were his most sensitive part of his body.

You noticed his head had begun to dip slightly the more you worked against him. A small but very much there sound of cooing emitting from his throat.

Your heart swelled slightly at this and the smile on your lips widened as you pressed on in drying his feathers. It was a few more moments before Dave had bent forward and flapped his wings slowly to test them out, seeing if they were dry enough to work with.

He moved them more and fluttered them happily, doing a slight spin to shake off all the remaining raindrops. He flew over to you with a uncommon beam on his face and wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled into your neck.

“Thank you Y/N.” He mumbled against you, the smile still on his face.

You brought your hand up to his back and rubbed the space between his wings. This caused a low coo to begin again from him, though this time he was trying to contain it.

You noticed this and moved your fingers to the base layer of feathers and rubbed underneath them. This caused a louder sound to emit from his throat and his face flushed a bright red in response to the noise.

“Y/N, why do you always do that?” He almost whined but his throat clicked happily the longer you rubbed at the sweet spot on his back.

“Because I enjoy your reaction.” You replied simply, pressing your lips against his now slightly damped hair.

He only hummed in reply and nuzzled into your neck more comfortably, stretching out his wings to cover the both of you.

It wasn’t often that Dave got to relax like this, to feel this safe. But when it was with you, it really did make his heart beat happily inside him. You were home, you were comfort.

He glanced up at you through his shades, your face serene and quiet. Comfortable.

He enjoyed when the two of you got to cuddle together like this. He wouldn’t dare do this in front of or with anyone else. With you though, yes, always, without hesitation.

Your body was so soft against him, his wings covered you up protectively in their soft grasp. As long as he was there with you, no one would come to harm you. He would suffer all that time alone in his doomed timeline again if it meant that you were safe.

For now however, just being able to cuddle you was all that mattered to him as the rain continued loudly outside.

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Hello :D May I request a Gamzee with a s/o that has loved clowns and jesters since they were a little kid and their entire style is inspired by HarleyQuinn (having split colored hair and clothing similiar to hers) so they try to get close to Gamzee and turns out they have alot in common *cough* no father figure *cough* :) how would he react?

On Alternia you were very popular with the purple caste due to your appearance. Many of them loved your bi colored hair, and jester like clothing. Though it seemed more modern compared to a large percentage of them.

Other trolls thought you were a purple blood and usually avoided you, except for the violet sea dwellers. Who a lot just took pictures and watched from the Alternian sea. Purple bloods were known to have large amounts of strength.

Out of all of the purple caste, there was only one troll that you had your full attention on, and wanted to pursue. Gamzee Makara.

You first messaged him on Pesterchum, with the help from Rose whom you had a beginning friendship with.

You thought that for someone so high on the hemospectrum from what you learned from Equius that he probably wouldn’t reply to an alien from earth. You didn’t necessarily understand the whole colored blood thing. And found it pretty stupid inwardly.

It was only a few hours later that he replied. And before you knew it the two of you were messaging each other through out the night. Sharing memes, opinions, stories, all of it.

The two of you would message the other often after that. And it usually ended up with both of you video chatting together until you fell asleep.

When the two of you would hang out he would always compliment you on your style choices. Loves the different colored hair the most and he’ll run his fingers through it when you’d visit him at his home.

You noticed your budding feelings for Gamzee when you found him hunched up on his couch in a ball, with only his tall horns poking out from his cocoon.

His Lusus had just visited him since months ago and had just returned to the Alternian sea mere minuets before you had arrived.

You sat on your knees next to him on the floor and brought your hand to his broad shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

When his dark colored eyes met yours, you felt your breath stall in your chest.

His face was without its normal face paint, and you could see the purple tint to his grey skin through his flushed cheeks and tears that made rows down his face.

You wrapped one arm around his balled up position, and the other brushed the curly, soft locks in desperate need for a wash out of his face.

The heat rose to the skin of your cheeks, and your heart rate quicken. “It’s okay, I promise.” You whispered just loud enough for the two of you to hear.

In the days following that you emphasized with him about your own situation with your parental figure. The relationship the two of you had was not the best, and Gamzee and yourself both found comfort in having someone to be able to vent and to talk through things with.

He gives you hugs and gives you cheeks soft pulls to show affection after these times. And he is very affectionate. His feelings only grew stronger and more prominent the more time the two of you spent together.

He is so soft around you, usually quieter than usual. He watches you a lot when you’re not looking and even when you are.

You were dear to him. Just as he was to you.

[strawberries-and-creame]

Hi i'm sorry if this sounds nonsense or something, my english is really bad haha.

to all this..could I request headcanons about Gamzee (or tagora pls) with a tall gf reader?

Something like, a really tall one that gets to the horns of her or something, if this type of request bothers you or you can't find the motivation to do it, that's fine, have a good day / afternoon / night.

i like your work a lot.

Ah thanks!!! ;7;

Tagora is a bit in the shorter side himself, so to have a rather tall girlfriend such as yourself, makes for a few looks every so often by curious trolls.

Many of them thought you were a purple blood with how tall you stood. A lot of the younger trolls wanted to demand to be on your shoulders and others wanted to take pictures with you to post to Chitrr.

This made Tagora both annoyed at others taking your attention, but extremely proud of you and of himself. The satisfaction on his face when other trolls asked you about your red quadrant and you would happily point over to him and the opposing trolls would be met with a shit eating smirk.

At his hive sometimes he purposely places things out of reach when you’re over just to ask you to get it for him, or ask you to lift him up so he can get it.

He really likes feeling taller for a change.

When you’re with him it makes getting agreements and deals sweeter and more easily made. Many trolls networked with him when you were with him and you were happy to help even it was just standing there with a smile on your face.

He really enjoys when you hug him from behind and place your head in between his horns, and rub your cheeks against them. You like to do this when he’s been up for too long overlooking paperwork.

Will show you off like that Will Smith meme. Proudly.

[strawberries-and-creame]

🧃🪐 anon: hi!! Will you do hcs for Gamzee makara?

If so; May I request hcs of Gamzee with a Nonbinary s/o that is a animator and animates him often? (Optional: Gamzee finding readers sketchbook and finding sketches and doodles of him and goatdad)

You would always have a sketchbook lying around your home, and when the two of you were sitting next to each other, you’d often be sketching away.

He saw some of your animations that you would upload to your set account and would stare at them in awe and keep rewatching them. He loves the way you use colors and how lifelike and special they are.

He always likes peering over your hand to see it skillfully moving and bringing the circles and blocks to life.

There was one time that you left your sketchbook on the coffee table while you went to use the restroom and he couldn’t help his curiosity.

He opened the cover and stared at the various drawings on the first page. One of the alternian coast line from the perspective from his hive. He faintly ran a fingertip over the page, trying not to smudge it.

Another was a sketch of a wild furbeast with its teeth bared. He chuckled at this one.

He turned the page and found even more sketches, this time of people. One of Jade and John in their god tier outfit, one of Feferi swimming and smiling at a couple fishes, and one of…

Gamzee paused and looked closely at the drawing towards the bottom. His eyes wondered over the lines that formed what resembled his lusus. His form big and demanding respect, but his expression softer as his head was nuzzling a figure.

He inspected further and saw that the familiar horns and lanky body was none other than himself. His expression on the drawing smiling, just like he was when his goat dad did visit him.

He felt his eye prick with moisture and he rubbed at his eyes with his hand while the other held the sketchbook firmly.

Seeing himself and his lusus together, even if on a drawing made his chest clench and body flow with warm, content feelings.

He didn’t notice you come in but did look over to see you gazing softly at him from behind the couch. You wordlessly walked to his spot in the living room on the older couch and sat softly next to him.

“Do you think…?” Gamzee began but you stopped him with a squeeze of his hand.

“I’ll do you one better. Let me make that a full picture. It’s yours.”” You told him, leaning in to give him a loving embrace.

[strawberries-and-creame]

I didn't want to clutter up my request but I just want to wish you a brilliant day and say your writings bring joy to me whenever they pop up on my dash :)

You’re so sweet! Thank you so much! I’m so glad you enjoy them, that makes me so elated!

[strawberries-and-creame]

Tavros with a s/o who is confident and adventurous, and VERY caring towards him (super red feelings). But they are afraid of heights. While they help him gain confidence, he helps them with their fear. At least to the point where they dont get vertigo. (I think about this often, especially if said person somehow HAS WINGS)

I could not work in the wings part unfortunately but I hope what I wrote was okay nonetheless!

Your fear of heights came as a total surprise to the bronze blooded troll. In all of the time which he’s known you, even when the two of you were only friends, you were nothing short of brave and your confidence came off you in waves.

He recalled a time where the two of you were out together at a local low blood game shop, having bought a previously owned copy of Super Grubb 3. While the two of you were outside the establishment you were watching him play on his portable gaming system while sipping on a grub free smoothie.

All was going well until a small group of indigos walked past you, laughing loudly as a member called out a lamely thought out hemospectrum slur towards the bronze blood.

Tavros who had been playing his game, had picked up on this and his ears dropped and face flushed lightly brown. He looked down towards his lap, his fingers pressing down roughly on top the buttons.

You saw this and without another word had thrown your unfinished drink at the cheese bags and hit your target straight in the middle. This caused the cup to erupt as it hit the sharp horn of one and drop onto the whole group, coating them in the sugary mess.

One screeched loudly, trying her best to wipe the mess from her dress, another helping pitifully next to her.

Tavros felt his blood run cold but couldn’t focus on that as you piled your combined belongings into his lap and pushed him quickly away from the scene. When another one of the group called at the both of you, you picked up the speed.

You let a loud and obnoxious laugh from your lungs, your eyes crinkling almost shut when you felt your boyfriends gaze on yours.

“Y/N, that was too reckless!” He chided at your brash handling of the situation. His cheeks beginning to burn when you looked at him softly, your laughter turning into soft chuckles.

Your sprinting winded down to a modest trek. Satisfied with the distance between you two and the group. You continued to push the bronze blood from behind, your grip still firm in on his handles.

You came a to a slow stop at the crosswalk, other trolls on either side of you. You leaned forward to press a small kiss to the middle of his head. “Maybe so, but no one is going to pick on you while I’m around. Point. Blank. Period.”

Tavros leaned backwards into you when your lips made contact with his head. A soft, faint purr emitting from his chest. “Still… be careful? Yeah?”

You rubbed his shoulder with your thumb as a reply, the light turning green.

You were always looking out for him in multiple ways. Be it from making sure no one dare pick on him, shutting down compliments masked as aggression, to out right chucking a drink at them. You were more than happy to help him get things that he couldn’t reach, or helping him into his recupracoon when he was too tired.

On the days when not even Rufioh could help his self confidence you were right there next to him. You would hold him close, with your chin on his head, whispering affirmations and giving soft kisses to where you knew caused him to laugh.

You would tell him that he was worth every good thing that life could give him, and no matter what that voice in his head told him, he matters. He mattered so much to you and the same for him.

Over time the low confidence grew in healthy levels to where those bad days were far and in between. He could look in a mirror and be confident in what was beaming back at him.

So when the two of you were overlooking the salty sea below from your place on top of a popular sightseeing spot uphill, he sat beside you, grasping your hand tightly.

He would be strong for you this time.

“Honey, I don’t think…” you mumbled weakly, feeling the dizziness distort your sight already when you tried to look down.

Tavros looked at your frightened face, and gave a sympathetic squeeze of his warm hand over yours.

“You don’t have to worry N/N. I’m not asking you to jump off that would be crazy!” He chuckled and patted your hand. “All we’re going to do is look over this cliff here, and get you used to it.”

You managed a weak smile, grabbing his shirt sleeve by your other hand that wasn’t being held. “And what if I uh… theoretically speaking… fall?”

He gave you a smile and took his cellphone from his shirt pocket. With a few presses, you saw his screen light up with the bubbly face of no other than Feferi.

This caused your jaw to drop slightly until you heard her speak from his phone.

“Hiya Tavros! Are Y/N and you here yet?” She asked with a soft smile of her own, giving you a wave which you returned.

“Yes, are you sure you aren’t too busy? It was really kind of you to offer to help but I kn-“

Feferi waved her hand with another giggle. “I already told you! I’m more than happy to help! Even more if it’s Y/N! They’ve been so good for you, and I love their go get it attitude.”

This caused you to let out a flattered laugh.

“So in case anything happens, for any reason if you fall, then Feferi is going to catch you when you hit the water.” Tavros explained and you overlooked the cliff and could faintly make out someone in the waters below.

You heard Feferi’s voice from two places as she cheered up at you, waving her hands to you. “You can do this, Y/N! You’re as brave as a razor tooth sea beast!”

Tavros gave a quick goodbye and thank you to the fuchsia blooded troll before rolling himself towards the edge next to you. He grabbed your hand again, rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand.

“You can do this, Y/N. You’ve helped me so much and I want to help you with this. But if you want to stop, we can.” He reassured to you and you let out a sigh.

You raked your thumb across his own mitt and shook your head. “No… I want to do this.”

He beamed at you. “When you start to feel dizzy, close your eyes and breathe through your nose as slow as you can.”

When you overlooked the cliff again, you felt that familiar nausea and spinning return and you squeezed your eyes shut, chest heaving.

Tavros placed a hand on your side, the other still holding your hand. “Breathe, Y/N.” He told you in just above a whisper as not to spook you.

You let the night air fill your lungs deeply, holding for a few moments before exhaling through your nose. When you cracked a eyelid open again, the dizziness was a lot more manageable, and you were able to actually look at different objects before a new wave of nausea would bubble back up.

Every time this would happen, you could feel Tavros’ hand squeeze you softly, making sure you knew that you were safe. That it was okay. You were okay.

Over time the spinning would decrease to a manageable nuisance , and you could actually start to enjoy the wind that was hitting your face coming up and over from the vast sea below.

Tavros would offer encouraging words and compliments when he saw you were starting to have a hard time, and you had to admit. They really helped you when you wanted to run away from the edge.

When the two of you stepped from the side of the cliff and were at a safer distance you practically threw yourself at him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him to your lips in a firm and affectionate kiss.

Tavros let out a squeak of surprise but quickly reciprocated the embrace by holding your head in his hands and pulling you closer to him.

When you pulled away you felt your chest fill with a warm, hearty laugh, the smile etched on your face. “You’re the absolute best, Tav. I know I’m not totally over my fear but this is the longest I ever looked over something so tall and not lose my dinner!”

“You’re always welcome, N/N. Always.” He replied and pulled you to his chest while peppering your head with kisses.