#<- yes. this is what I'm calling this ship from now on :D

[nemisisnemi]

Fairy Gala; Flower Crowns

A lovely piece I commissioned from an artist who would like to stay anonymous!!

I love this piece sm I've been constantly going back to just...stare at it (and also zoom in for the details eheheh)

classic nemi rambling over the piece below:

like, the lighting? MWAH. the clothing details? DROOLED OVER. Leona's flustered expression? PERFECTION. Aurrhtjgoegehdjfthrtj NOT TO MENTION- Nemi...that rascal... he's drawn so nicely 🥺🥺🥺 like, the blond streak of hair made it in, AND THE EYE MOLES RIGHT UNDER THE EYES? YAYAYAYEGRJTIRGRJTK- *explodes into confetti*

I so wanna commission this artist again, and I will once I learn how to stop being so financially irresponsible with gacha games 🤡🤡🤡 (someone smite me bc i CANNOT be spending anymore money on hsr, crk, etc) i also will need to let my brain cook up ideas again since my mind has been blank since this piece has been finished <333

tagging bc YAYAYAYAY LOVELY ART I MUST SPREAD:

@spookyavenuestreet @elenauaurs @oya-oya-okay @puowei

@aivy-saur @amatsuchan-eiliniel @aprityormarj @driedupeyeballs

@distant-velleity

@fungifanart @glidiaxoxo @le-monchou @cherrytreegrove @ceruleancattail @cheshanoneko-draws

@valy-gc @vauxxnm @boopshoops @loser-jpg @nyx-of-night

@qq-quartz @twistedwonderlandshenanigans @thehollowwriter @lumdays

@bunnwich @the-ace-reader @artistnettles

[kyri45]

✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 14/01✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@cloverthewanderer ha chiesto: Soooo….Imma be honest, I just found you on Instagram this morning with a small part of your Biodads au with the monkey bois. And I might’ve thought it looked so cool I went to Tumblr to binge read it and I just caught up. I love everything about the series and it is so fantastic!! Thank you for having so amazing I am going to obsess over it for awhile. I hope you have a wonderful day!!!! Drink lots of water and take care of yourself! (All of the colors and art is just divine!)

AAAWWWW thank you!!!

@sakuralotus03 ha chiesto: Now that MK and Red Son are officially dating, MK will tell Red Son that his name is Xiaotian and Red Son will call him that from now on (or else more pet names for the couple). 🔥🍜

Aww, I think technically Red Son also has like-a full name if we keep the chinese dub logic.(Hóng Hái-er)

@samfroggie ha chiesto: Okayokayokayokay- I never liked Shadowpeach, hell I still wouldn't call myself a shipper of it (or of any LMK ship aside from Freenoodles tbh) but you, sir, have made me fall in love with your AU and I can't let it go reeeeeee Honestly, it's the familial love aspect of this that makes me love it, as someone who is fully on board with MK having four dads, shipping aside lmao I'll always look at every image of MK cuddling with any of his parents and feel my heart swell, it's so freaking cute and the angst is just the nice sprinkling on top, I need more protective Mac in my life because I never see it! Also, question, how do you feel about ocs inserts? Like, are we allowed to make art about the AU and insert ocs into it? Asking because I have an oc who's more or less meant to be like MK's mother figure, and I mean, gotta give him more parental figures right?

I got no probs with OC inserts, as long as you credit the comic!

@aptainmilf ha chiesto: Need to tell you that a chapter of your comic singlehandedly pushed a friend of mine to finally watch the show and I would sincerely like to thank you for that lmao. It was the one with Wukong and Macaque at the hot springs

Ahaha welcome them to the club!

@dimensional-storm ha chiesto: Where did the inspiration for Wukong's 'War Form' come from? It's so big, beautiful!! I love the design so much :D

From the original novel, and the sun.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Question Was the spicynoodles kiss inspired by the caitvi prison kiss? :3

Eh, technically no? I also have the text I send my friend as proff, but I swear to you I planned that scene BEFORE S2 came out.

@silktealover ha chiesto: Hi kiri! I'm b33p and I want to ask if mac and my both have ears sensitive to fireworks,if so how do they react on holidays like fourth of July or new years? :3

Yes, I guess during Chinese New Year they would be really bothered by fireworks.

Anonimo ha chiesto: So you have a shadowpeach playlist? What are your favorite shadowpeach coded songs.

My favourite one is like- S1 vibe of Shadowpeach. which is Wonderful Nothing by Glass Annimals

@ayrza ha chiesto: A FUNNY QUESTION! I have also had this doubt with the canon but I want to know now with your AU Kyri... The heads of Wukong each think differently or is it the same wukong divided into three? Will each of them have a different personality? 🤔🤔🤔 Questions that don't let me sleep at night

Aww I think they could!! Like one head is more silly, one more chaotic, while the middle one is just generally more emotionally open and vulnerable.

@twilight-bai-he ha chiesto: Between Wukong and Macaque whose the better dancer ��🏽 and Can mk dance ?

Macaque, and MK got mooves let's say (more disco than anything else)

@pyromaniacldrt ha chiesto: Heyyyy So You mentioned in other post that Macaque's name was "Six eared Macaque", right? Does that mean Mk's name is "Habringer of Chaos"?

Nope.

@super-may ha chiesto: Stop, if Macaque got hurt in his shadow form does it mean that his real form is not injured or anything? Like in battle with Wukong in the first season he didn’t seem to be hurt or angry about Wukong’s punches. But If he isn’t hurt and his shadow form is injured I don’t think that it will stay like this with Mk and it will return to the body. Oh no, DOES THAT MEAN THAT MK WILL BE ON HIMSELF NOW IN HIS SHADOW FORM OR SMTH? Or return with Macaque’s shadow to Macaque’s body and Mk’s plan will be ruined and he will need to make a choice between himself and the safety of his loved ones? OMG IM SO WORRIED PLS MAKE A HAPPY END WITH EVERYONE ALIVE AND HAPPY AND NOT UNDER THE WILL OF HEAVEN🙏🙏🙏

it's like Sword Art Online. If you die in the shadow world u die in real life.

@harb1ng3r0fch4os ha chiesto: Can I make/post edits of the shadowpeach bio parents au ?? :3 I’ll credit you ofc :]

yea sure!

@king-cinamon ha chiesto: Have you watched Nezha (2019)?

nope. I've read his story though.

@mkthemonkiekiddd ha chiesto: Totally random question (i just wanna know someones opinion on the matter since its been in my head for so long.), how would nezha react to social media, like, imagine someone gave him a phone, Would he even know what it is

He would probably be on the edge between "this is very uneducational" and "holy shit this is the best idea for arsony I ever saw"

@astro-lmk-enjoyer ha chiesto: Will we ever see Red Son wag his tail like a dog?? (That would be so cute!! + his parents would be shocked to to see him show such emotion) Oh and I make some art for you, I posted it- Bye <3

oh my- eh... no. I don't think so.

@askthezodiacs ha chiesto: May I use your AU in RPs?

yeah sure! As long as they aren't AI made.

[sweeneydino]

Hi!! Love all the stuff you have on this blog!! I was wondering about your wrong parent AU, how would this change how the boys grow up, like with more of a motherly presence than their rat dad (though maybe she is just as a “sensei” as splinter…who knows XD) or is this like a time travel situation? AAA sorry im excited about this awesome AU!!!

Anywho, sorry for my ramblings I don’t write asks very often and there is no pressure to answer! Thanks so much for all the cool things you do! Lol I love seeing your stuff on my dash :D

It'd be a lot different! I guess I can list a few I thought of,,,

So, Rat!Mom.

She’s still a bit paranoid (how can you not be with the Shredder actively trying to find out what happened to you, where you are, and if you're actually dead), but shes more focused on trying to give her kids as normal of a life as she can and definitely not hiding all her stress underneath endless piles of work.

Mikey plays alot of games and is more adept at cooking, Raph's painting more often and always trying to help his mom with cleaning(yes, hes a mama's boy), Donnie is creating and creating and always wanting to go bigger, and Leo and Karai(yes, Karai :]) play fight alot(so many wars...) when they aren’t watching Space Heroes 24/7 or trying to explore outside the home.

Then, maybe during one of her dumpster dives, she finds some convenient "Chris Bradford" training tapes that they start to gain an interest in ninjutsu. She's not too pleased with it, but since they enjoy it, she tries to be more open to it(she conflicted)

They do go out and about earlier than Canon(with a curfew), meet April earlier too(her and her dad are a little different), and Karai and April become BFFS. (Unless...)

The kids still call her sensei or variations of mom, which ones? Probably all depending on what they did.

Now, fighting bad guys? She did not raise them for that /hj

In reality, when she sees her kids scratched up from fights topside, they are usually pretty quick to inform her what happened(except for two). They get carefully patched up, and scolded before being told to rest for a while(grounded). Which is definitely not so she can keep an eye on them.

And she is certainly not stressed whatsoever👍

Also…

“She was as beautiful as she was kind, and as kind as she was intelligent”

- Splinter

…probably meaning emotional intelligence, or somethin but i think itd be fun if she was just…. Fred.

As in Traps galore, I mean imagine it-

You're Chris Bradford, greatest actor (and martial artist ig) of all time, and your chasing what you presume to be your bosses stubborn former lover,(who you kind of hate ngl) and then you think you have her cornered, just for the ground to cave in beneath you cause whoops, she boobytrapped the whole place.

She can still be emotionally intelligent too, but the traps are staying.

Other than the traps, I do think Rat! Shen will have some other types of self-defense training during the time she was in hiding. Girl is not risking shit.

When it comes to VS. Shredder bits, she'd definitely use everything she can to her advantage, especially her rat abilities. Climbing, gnawing, scratching, hissing; just get the fuck away from her and her kids.

There’s no planned ships atm (other than Shen x Yoshi, but that's the point- hes ded anyway)

Lastly, Im thinking of probably at least three separate versions or “alternate timelines” for the WP au, or two divergents of the wp au canon lol. One where the original turts find Shen and her turts pre-adventure, one post-adventure and/or during the shredder kidnap arc(i will not elaborate) and the least timefuckery timeline where Rat mom and her babies gotta march on without future “assistance” 🤷 im sure they’ll be fine(they willllll)

Thank you all for being interested in this ^ ^ "

I actually don't have much planned for this since it was just another random idea(you can probably tell hdgdhdg), but I'm always happy to see everyone's ideas! It helps a lot with my scattered-brain--

And one FINAL, final thing

Im not sorry.

[leolithe]

I haven't visited Warframe Wiki in MONTHS let's catch up a bit and reminisce about Lotus Eaters :D

Seeing "Natah/Lotus/Margulis" together on the wiki in a new quest 🥹.....

the Operator, Drifter, Lotus system family........ I love when they're shown to care for each other. I really hope there's more opportunities for them to just respond and react to each other. After the Hex quest I'm more than certain DE can meet the demand for affection from our OG Tenno family.

We should all be collectively freaking out about the sentence, "The Indifference is affecting the Lotus now".

It is so cruel, for a character who was constantly dehumanized, accused of being unfeeling, uncaring, evil... who all this time, struggled to prove that she cared, that she was as human as everyone... to get consumed by an embodiment of the very thing everyone tried to vilify her for. I am scared for her.

So the Lotus system can hear: their headmates' voices, the Indifference's call, the cries of Void Angels, the sounds of "Devils" that we don't know if they're alluded to as physical entities yet, and the cacophony i can only imagine that is the calls of life. How she hasn't suffered a sensory overload is incredible and heartbreaking.

I'm so, so, so happy DE is explicitly writing plurality into our Space Moms. It cemented the Lotus system as my favourite characters of all time... There's never been a character I met that was this thematically cohesive, this conceptually interesting. She's just so, so, so good.

I think it's so cute that the Lotus system refers to their body as their "shell"....... with how crustacean-like Natah is, I also described her body with words like shell and carapace in my fics before so this just makes me smile big big ^_^

I like this line. I read it as DE not at all regretting the direction they went with in regards to the Lotus' story. She was abused, she was hindered, mocked, and constantly punished for doing the one thing she wanted to do: Love her family, the Tenno. And the system saying this out loud is an unflinching point of confidence, that they know they were deeply wronged.

However, I do admit I would've liked to see a bit of Natah/Lotus/Margulis' reflecting on their past actions and what they were forced to do. This quest admittedly doesn't seem like the best place for an "I feel guilty about the things I did when I thought I was right, or when I was under the control of another" emotional beat, and this kind of subject (a victim's conflicting feelings after traumatic events) needs to be handled carefully and with enough time for nuance. So I'm content with sitting with it for now.

I still sometimes see people struggling with the point that Margulis is straight up just living inside Natah's/the Lotus' body. Like, yes, the Original Margulis was executed before the Old War, and the situation she's in right now (being a Human Mind in a Sentient Body) really is the Ship of Theseus dilemma... but idk i feel like accepting that the Lotus system feels and remembers the pain of the Jade Light is easier than making the "how Natah/Lotus will never be Margulis" speech again.

Besides, I think the "Natah and Margulis are formed from Lotus' perspective of them" theory/headcanon is enough to explain why Margulis is with them... but somehow I don't think plural concepts are well-known to the average person lol

The idea of all 3 of them mourning Margulis' death but not wanting to change it is just. OOOOOOOOUUUGH... my heart....... Margulis chose to die but she was never allowed her death. Margulis chose to die but she can never regret it. The system was shaped by everything they faced, all the good, all the bad, and they know taking anything apart means losing themselves. They don't want to lose who they are... they don't want to lose each other........ WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I read a comment somewhere that pointed out something I missed: The Tenno are all about taking one's pain away. What would they do about someone who wants to keep her pain? Someone who is in the early stages of Rell's situation, face to face with the Indifference? ....... Lotus nightmare sequence please? :3

No, Lotus..... I don't............. :<

I'm very scared to find out what her deal with the Indifference exactly was. I hope it shatters my heart.

I do wonder if DE is gonna mention Rell again now that the Lotus system took up his role. I still hold onto that Copium that Margulis was framed for casting him out, or that there was something from other perspectives that we were missing regarding how these two treated each other... Regardless, I think it would be nice for us to see the Lotus system reflect on Rell and what happened to him.

My Working Theory for the future of the Lotus System is that she'll continue guarding the Origin System from the Indifference, but not without consequence. When Lotus ascends to Godhood and takes up that gatekeeper role, she's gonna be in close proximity to the Void. I think there might be an arc where she accepts the Void and all its flaws into her body, a la Dark Matter in Pokemon Super Mystery Dungeon :P

Leave it to a Sentient AI plural system to be The Great Sentient Queens of Multitasking :P

I want to know more about what other people observe about her SO BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD. I WANNA BE THE ONE OBSERVING HER BEHAVIOURS, I wanna see more of her facial expressions, her little twitches, her posture, her quirks, her attitude changes when she switches. I want to hear more of her singing, I want to be there to comfort her, I want my Tenno to talk to her and I want her to respond in kind.

I just want MORE LOTUS and I now have dangerously high expectations for her writing and the way she's going to be portrayed in future quests. DE is setting up something huge and I can only hope the time it takes for them to finally release it manages to temper my expectations.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I need to end post now. Oh Space Moms. We love you so so so much.

[diminuel]

Since I’m still down the Rocks rabbit hole and pondering this AU some more (I'm boring and just calling it Time Travelling Rocks AU for now) I think the path of angst for any time traveling AU would go like this:

Either little Pebble (I'm just going to use this as a name for now because it's cute! Technically, unless I change my mind, Crocodile's name is Keres) gets taken off Hachinosu and Rocks has been chasing for leads, leaving a trail of destruction for days/ weeks that finally leads to God Valley once he hears the broadcast. Or if the kid was on Rocks’ ship it’s also possible they lost sight of her on God Valley because a D. Clan child is not going to just sit around and hide. There has probably already been tension between Pebble’s parents regarding whether it was appropriate to bring a child on high stake raids and if it maybe wasn’t better to drop her off on Sphynx instead where a child can grow up safe and sheltered (but alone and ultimately defenseless if it turns out Sphynx isn’t safe after all).

It's possible that Rocks believes that Pebble has been killed which starts him on an even worse spiral of destruction, with no holds barred. And there’s a real danger that killing a lot of the present World Nobles would rain destruction down on the seas below, enough that Roger and Garp know that they have to stop him even if that means killing him and protecting Celestials in the process. Yes, it’s tragic that Rocks’ child is among the casualties but they can’t let Rocks trigger a "great cleansing". (Rocks would of course think that those are empty words coming from Garp, who knows that innocent children are experiencing unspeakable suffering and die at the hands of World Nobles every day. Who knows and does nothing about it. Who knows of the wanted poster that had been put out for Rocks’ innocent child and does nothing.)

Rocks, who has no devil fruit power but uses magic (or ancient civilization technology that looks like magic), knows that if he gets killed, a last resort/ emergency spell will be triggered. He doesn’t know what exactly it does but he doesn’t care.

But maybe as he lays dying he sees his child run past. Wearing different clothes, hiding her identity, having everyone fooled that she died, even her own parents. Such a smart child. And in true D. clan fashion Rocks can die with a laugh.

And then the magic is triggered and Rocks gasps awake and instantly swallows salt water. Disoriented, with wounds carried over from the battle, it takes him a while to get to land. He learns where he is and, shockingly, when he is. 36 years thrown into the future, on an island called Dawn.

If I go with a 36 years jump then that would put him shortly before Luffy’s departure, so he would be the only Monkey kid still on Dawn. In a serious AU I would go with that for sure. So that Rocks might only return to the world stage in/ around Marineford as well, having spent the time before acclimatizing to this time (and being babysat by Garp to make sure he’s not taking the first opportunity to return to his King of the World/ World Destroying ways.)

Maybe he’d meet Luffy in Impel Down because Rocks also had the brilliant idea to break into the prison to get Ace and Crocodile out, just that he’s a lot more stealthy than Luffy. But once Luffy’s made such a commotion then all bets are off for him too. It’s a fun family trip! :DD (Crocodile doesn’t think it’s fun at all. And he’s not looking forward to seeing his parents' reunion in Marineford of all places where the stakes are just too high for relationship drama...! And from the way Rocks is talking about Whitebeard there is definitely going to be relationship drama and Rocks might just kill the old man and the doing the World Governments job for them.)

I think while the Marine would still claim victory because they think Ace died (he gets better), Whitebeard does survive.

(In a sillier AU where everything is changed anyway the time jump could be earlier.)

[shangrila11]

Silver lining // Brant (Wuwa) x Reader

(Congrats to those for who pulled for this gorgeous man! For those who haven't, may all Brant wanters be Brant havers! :D)

(CW: Mention of alcohol towards the end)

Splash!

The cold ocean water enveloped you as you sunk. You frantically swam up to the surface. With your head bobbing above water, you looked around for anything to cling onto. Fortunately, there was a driftwood floating not too far away from you. You swam towards it and struggled to hold onto it for dear life against the turbulent waters. You shivered, feeling your eyelids drooping but you tried to stay awake.

Just then, you spotted a ship. In a hoarse voice, you called for help but you weren't sure if the people on board could hear you over the howl of the wind. Your eyes slowly shut, exhaustion finally getting the best of you, and everything went dark...

xxx xxx

" -- alright?"

"I can feel a pulse so hopefully they are. Hey, can you hear me?"

You slowly opened your eyes. Two figures looked at you in concern. One was a male with short teal hair, purple eyes and a feathered hat and the other was a female with long, two-toned hair tied in bunches and heterochromia. The two of them heaved a sigh of relief seeing you had regained consciousness.

"You're awake! How are you feeling?" the male asked, smiling.

"W--what happened?" you mumbled, disorientated. You combed through your memories, trying to remember what had happened before you lost consciousness. When you finally remembered, you asked if they were the ones who rescued you.

"That's right. Lady Luck smiled upon you. You were suffering from hypothermia. If we came any later -- "

It was then that you realised that you were covered in layers of blankets and was wearing a new change of clothes. They must had done that to alleviate your hypothermia. A warm feeling coursed through you at the thought. The male shook his head, his smile fading for a brief moment before returning. "Anyway, we've made some soup for you. I'll go get it. While I'm at it, is there anything else you need?" You shook your head.

"No, I'm good. Thank you --?"

"Ah, yes. Where are my manners?" the male took off his hat and bowed. "I'm Brant, captain of the Troupe of Fools. And she's Roccia, my First Mate." Roccia shyly nodded her head in greeting which you reciprocated.

"Thank you, captain," you smiled weakly. You introduced yourself to him and Roccia.

"A pleasure to meet you, (Y/N)," Brant grinned. "I'll go now. Rest well. If you need anything, Roccia will be here." You watched as he exited the room, leaving just you and Roccia. An awkward silence filled the air. You hesitantly asked about the well-being of the people who had boarded the same ship as you. Roccia informed you that they had rescued a few people who might be them, much to your relief. You were, of course, devastated that some could not be found but at least there were survivors. The two of you moved on to other topics and you even got to meet the adorable Pero.

Brant eventually came back with the soup. You gratefully took the bowl and had some of the soup. You nodded your head in approval.

"It's delicious," you remarked, having some more of it.

"Glad you like it," Brant smiled. His face turned serious. "I assume you and your crewmates were sent on a pilgrimage by the Order?" You nodded silently, hanging your head.

"I figure as much. Only those going on the Pilgrim's Sail would pass through there," the captain sighed. The corners of his lips curled into a grin. "Since you're already dubbed a Fool by the Order, why don't you join our Troupe?" You pondered for a moment. It wasn't like you had anywhere else to go anyway since you were essentially an exile. Besides, Brant seemed genuine. You nodded your head. The male's grin widened.

"Welcome aboard, (Y/N). I look forward to seeing your performance, both on stage and off stage."

xxx xxx

"What do you think, captain?"

"Impressive. You have a talent for script writing," Brant grinned, giving you a friendly pat on the back. "With that said, it could use a little tweaking to make the dialogue flow more naturally."

"Thank you. I'll keep that in mind as I edit the script," you smiled bashfully, your heart fluttering.

"Splendid," the captain nodded, a twinkle in his eyes. "By the way, how is life with us so far?"

"It's been great so far. There's always something interesting going on and the people here are very welcoming. It helps that a few of my crewmates are here as well."

"Good, good," Brant smiled, his expression softening. "That reminds me -- " He snapped his fingers. In a burst of purple flames, a mask materialised. He handed it to you.

"For you, my friend. Roccia and I came up with the design and we think this best suits you. Now you're officially part of the troupe!" he grins. You took the mask from him, thanking him and remarking how gorgeous it looked. You attached it to your belt.

"My pleasure," the male bowed. "Come on. Let's go have lunch. All this work as captain has worked me up an appetite!" Taking your hand, the two of you headed to the dining area.

xxx xxx

"I'm sorry, you want me to what?"

"You heard me! I want you to play the lead role in our upcoming play," Brant beamed.

"B--but I've never done this before. What if I mess up?"

"That, my dear (Y/N), is what rehearsals are for!" the captain assured you. He looked at you sincerely. "I can't think of anyone more suitable for the role than you. Besides, don't you wanna act out the script you worked so hard on?"

"Well..." you considered for a moment before nodding. "Alright. I'll give it a go."

"That's the spirit!" Brant ruffled your hair. "Don't worry, I'll be here with you every step of the way." He winked. You smiled a little, anticipation bubbling inside you despite still having a little reservations.

"Aye, captain."

xxx xxx

You peaked out from the backstage. The audience was abuzz with excitement, chattering away. Your heart thudded wildly against your chest and your hands felt clammy with sweat.

"Is nerves getting to you, dear (Y/N)?"

You whipped your head around to see the captain, his usual easygoing grin on his face. You nodded.

"There are a lot of people out there. The last thing I want is to disappoint them and the troupe. What if they don't like my performance? What if I say the wrong lines? What if I --?"

Before you could continue, a familiar-looking hat was placed on top of your head. Surprised, your attention found its way back to the now hatless Brant. He gave you a gentle smile.

"Look. You've been doing wonderfully during rehearsals. Also, do you remember what we stand for?"

"Freedom and bringing laughter through tales."

"Mmmhmm. And to get the audience to enjoy themselves, we ourselves have to enjoy performing. So relax and have fun. You got this!" he winked. You smiled a little, feeling the tension in you loosening.

"You're right. I can do this. Thank you, Brant," you said softly. Brant took his hat from you and grinned.

"Then let's get this show on the road, shall we?"

xxx xxx

"To yet a successful show!"

The clinking of glasses resounded through the dining hall as everyone made a toast. Everyone was in high spirits, you could pratically feel it in the air. A broad smile crossed Brant's face. He lifted his glass once again.

"All of you did great tonight, from the actors to the backstage crew. It's because of everyone's efforts that the show was a success. Let's keep this up and may our future performances be just as spectacular or even more than this one! Cheers!"

Everyone raised their glasses, cheering. After taking a sip of his drink, the teal-haired male walked towards you.

"Amazing job earlier. Told ya you can do it!" he grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"Thank you. You did great as well," you beamed. It had still rather been nerve-wrecking at first but heeding Brant's advice helped. There were, of course, still areas of improvement such as your line delivery needing to be more smooth and expressive. With that said, you hadn't done too bad for your first performance if you did say so yourself. Overall, you were just delighted and relieved that your hard work had bore fruit.

"Glad that you like my performance!" Brant laughed heartily. His expression turned sincere. "Seriously though. I applaud you for being able to get over your nerves rather quickly."

"Haha. You flatter me," you laughed sheepishly, your cheeks flushing.

"But I mean it and it isn't the alcohol talking," the captain chuckled. The two of you then happily talked about other things, taking sips of your drinks in between.

"Nothing beats a good drink and good company on this fine, celebratory night," Brant remarked, swirling his drink. You nodded, sipping your drink.

"Yeah. I look forward to more of this," you beamed. Brant returned your smile.

"Same here," he agreed. Hearing Tina calling his name, he excused himself and told you to enjoy the rest of the celebrations. You assured him that you would. You smiled, watching him leave. Despite having the misfortune of becoming an exile, a couple of good things came out if it: meeting the captain and finding a group of people whom you could call family.

[that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐇 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 "𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲" 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦?

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Hey!! Yes, I know, I have some few inbox that I should answer, and don't worry, I will, just let me do a quick post here- -w-

So I'm back with the promised WH headcanons! And I hope you will like them :D

(And yes, it has a short plot now. I did it. I wrote it. ✨

×❢ About my work ❢×

Fluff fluff, all is fluff! No pronouns used for the reader, but good boy/girl mentioned, even if it's expected, there's no smut. Although Howdy is a bit teasing, but it's not r rated so •-•

Fandom: Welcome Home horror project by Clown

Character(s): Wally Darling, Howdy Pillar, Barnaby B. Beagle, Frank Frankly, Eddie Dear, The Reader|You| (Y/N) |Neighbour

Ship(s): The Characters / The Reader|You| (Y/N) |Neighbour

Form: Headcanons

𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈: LoveGame by Lady Gaga

('cause that is next on my playlist •_•)

“Let's play a lovegame, play a lovegame

Do you want love or do you want fame?

Are you in the game?”

(All illustration belongs to Clown!)

Wally Darling

It was quiet in his house, even Home didn't let out a single crack until this moment. There was just one problem. You haven't seen your dearest puppet oh so long ago. The plan was that you two will have a cuddle time together, but he was nowhere. 

You got up from the couch and carefully looked around in the house. You cautiously called out his name, but no one responded. 

You walked around in the house a little bit, hoping to find him. 

He had his own painting room where he could make his own fantasy alive with the brush. 

You walked closer carefully, not to scare him. Even so, he could actually clearly hear you sneaking up behind him, but he was more focused on the picture. 

You peaked through his shoulders to see what he was up to. 

Oh. My. Gosh. Your heart skipped a beat. He was painting a picture of you. How cute! Wally was a very talented artist and you were very amazed in this moment. He always did such a great job. 

"This looks so great, Wally! You are such a good boy!" you said quietly, while you gently placed your head on his shoulder. 

• it comes off to him like compliment

• and it's from you

• his sweetest neighbour

• of course, he is happy! ♡

• "Thank you, Neighbour!"

• he smiles at you happily, hoping that you like his work

• "Do you like it, Neighbour?" 

• omg ofc you like it! How could you not?! 

• He is so happy about the compliment and about that you're liking his work. 

• he just stares at you happily with open mouth, listening your cheerful voice while you commenting of him and his art

Eddie Dear 

Eddie came home and you could tell, he was clearly exhausted. Poor boy, running back and forth all day, and do this job all alone, it must be tiring. 

He got down next to you, just quietly lied down on his back and put his head on your lap. 

"Hey." you said softly, curling his hair gently with your fingers. 

"Hey, love!" he looked at you with his tired eyes, but his lips still curled up into a kind smile. 

You were resting quietly in the warm room, just hearing each other's calm breathing was enough relaxing. 

"It must be hard for you to do this job all alone, Eddie." you said quietly, no to destroy this calm moment that you have been in for awhile. "You're such a good boy!" you chuckled. 

• he slowly opens his eyes, looks straight up at you

• look, idk if they can blush, but now he does it okay? 

• like his face is completely red

• he always gets so flushed when you complimenting him

• he's so flattered 

• and so damn cute ♡

• he's speechless, he can't think of what he could say

• so he just simply says

• "Oh... Erm... Thanks, (Y/N)!" 

• he will definitely give a kiss to your hands in return

• Your compliments mean too much for him ♡

(a.n: btw I love Edddie, he is such a sweetheart 🥺 ♡

He is definitely my favourite character beside Barnaby! ★) 

Barnaby. B. Beagle

 He knew that work is tiring for you and you had a long day. He wanted to do something pleasant for you. He couldn't cook, it was too difficult for him and he didn't wanna blow up the kitchen with his tryings. So instead of cooking, he cleaned out. It was not as perfect like you would did it, but it was acceptable. He was already finished when you were standing in front of the red and blue colored door. It was easy to recognize it. It had similar colors as Barnaby and it was the biggest door in the neighbourhood. 

He opened the door with a happiest smile on his face. He was clearly missing you. He let you in and you immediately took a seat on the comfy couch. 

Just a few minutes after you had some chance to look around. The house wasn't perfectly clean, like you could still something in the conner, but it was enough to make you feel happy and greatful about Barnaby. 

"What a good boy!"

• omg i can imagine how his tail starts wagging

• I mean he's like a dog, but different, but still a dog, so what did you expect?

• he definitely loves it when you call him a good boy

• he just listens your soft and lovely voice while you caressing and rubbing his fluffy head

• he especially likes rubs behind his big ears

• will rest his head on your lap and just melt in and let you to pet and praise him

• probably will bite you carefully in an affection way

• or slobber on you occasionally

• he wants you to say it more times, so he'll try to make you proud as often as he can

• he absolutely loves it ♡

"Thank you, Barnaby!" 

Frank Frankly

You wanted to see your partner's reaction too much to lose this idea. You leaned forward in the chair to get a better look at Frank, then you called him. 

"You are such a good boy, Frank!" 

• he looks up at you strangely and confused

• you can't help, but giggle a little bit cause the frustration

• "Well... Thank you, (Y/N)..." 

• then he goes back to his job

• probably he has to do something with those colorful bugs what are around him

• seems like he found a better company than you :") 

• you stood up and got over to him, tried not to hurt his garden and the bugs

• "But seriously, hon, I do think that you're doing an amazing job!" you said it softly as you hugged him from behind.

"Thank you, Darling." he smiles at you adorably

• he still adores you dw ♡

• but he definitely likes dear, hon, love or even darling more :D

• (btw I think it would make him uncomfortable- not sure, but I feel like- lol)

Howdy Pillar

You rested your arm on the counter as Howdy checked your items. You watched his movements. Slowly tracing your eyes from his face down to his hands, paying attention to details as well.

"Y'know, you do so much work in this place, Howdy. Like a good boy." You added jokingly the last sentence, didn't think of it too much, though.

He stopped moving for and looked up on you. You look directly in his eyes, getting red of embarassment.

"I mean-" You looked away sheepishly. "Not like that, just... You're doing such a good job here, y'know? It must be hard to keep this place alright by yourself." you chuckled awkardly, trying to change the awkard mood that you accidently did.

Howdy was still looking at you, but he didn't seem nervous or weird out about this. He just stared at you and then suddenly his lips curled into a kind, but a teasing smile.

"Yeah, it is." he answered.

He already put in a bag the last item you have bought of him, then he gently gave the bag to you with his third hand.

"You wanna drink a quick Dark Roast with me? Or if you prefer it more, you can have orange juice, or tea." he leaned closer to you on the counter.

"Sure." you said.

He walked away from the counter as one of his hands started to lead you beside him.

He glanced at you with a smile and said

"You still have to pay, though. Don't think that I'll forgot."

• omg-

• i don't think he'll mind it y'know

• but he prefers call you a good pet/boy/girl

• he may get teasy about it

• beside that, he will treat it as a compliment (cause he really deserves it)

• call him often, he won't mind

• just please don't call him like that in public :>

• he's cool with it :D

[guacamolleee]

welcome to thedasweekend :D how about "magical exhaustion" from the heavy content prompt list, with your ship of choice?

Thank you for the prompt!!! I'm gonna combine this with the kiss prompt from @seigephoenix. For @thedasweekend

Not gonna lie, this one kinda grew legs and ran away from me. I started with "hm I'll keep this under 500" which turned into "let's do 1k only", then into this...

Set post-Tearstone Island, so spoilers ahead. Angst (with a happy ending!). 2,284 words.

“What the fuck just happened?” Taash’s horrified whisper was loud in Emmrich’s ear, the sky rumbling above them just as Rook blinked out of existence, Lucanis still prone on the ground but breathing.

“I don’t know, but we need to get out of here — now!” Davrin pulled Emmrich by the arm. He resisted, trying to reach the spot he last saw Rook. Davrin tugged him harder. “Come on!”

“Rook, she— The rift—”

“We’ll figure something out. She won’t want you stuck here.”

Neve and Taash helped Lucanis up, gripping him tight as he leaned heavily on one side, gritting his teeth. Taash’s hands were shaking, Neve’s mouth set into a grim line.

They ran, the sky spitting fire above them as Elgar’nan raged at his sister’s death. Emmrich could scarcely remember how his feet carried him — Davrin or Neve or Taash or someone, he couldn’t even recall who, steering him through the Eluvian as his heart lodged itself into the pit of his stomach.

Behind them, Solas stepped out of the rift, lyrium dagger in hand.

***

Bellara. Harding. Rook. His Rook. Just… gone. How could this be?

His companions argued around him.

“Solas is in Minrathous?” Taash was furious. Emmrich could almost see the smoke coming out of their mouth.

“Last I heard. The people are even calling him a hero, defending the city against Elgar’nan’s forces.” Neve's hands were tight around her cup. “Funny that.”

“How did he get out of the prison?” Davrin asked.

“Rook, I think.”

“No.” Taash’s voice was hard. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“It does. Think about it.” Neve placed her cup on the coffee table, legs crossing on the couch. “Rook disappears, then we hear Solas is out and about waltzing in Minrathous. There are reports he’s using a dagger made of lyrium — the one we last saw Rook pulling out of Ghilan’nain at Tearstone Island.”

“He used his connection to Rook, pulling her into the Fade so he could escape,” Emmrich concluded, voice subdued, the icy hands of fear and regret gripping him. The fool he was, spending his last conversation with Rook arguing. Emmrich should have told her he loved her, should have spent the night mapping out apologies on her skin until she was breathless. Would that have made this heartache better or worse? There was little point wondering now, but he could not help himself.

“Yes.” Neve turned to him, face softening. “Emmrich, I’m sorry.”

Emmrich did not answer her.

***

It had been a week now. Emmrich had stopped drinking tea by the third day, needing something stronger to keep him awake. He switched it for a copious amount of coffee, whatever Lucanis had available in the kitchen, taking a pot for himself and spending the day holed up in his laboratory.

He left the Lighthouse only once — traveling to the Necropolis and digging through his personal library, grunting in frustrating at the useless things. Papers upon papers on etheric flows and transfusions, sub-astral navigation, autotelic bonds, and a thousand other things that could not help him now.

It took an hour of fruitless searching before he made his way to the Necropolis main library instead, eyes darting from one title to the next, fingers full of paper cuts as he skimmed through tome after tome for something, anything useful.

And still — he was no closer to finding Rook.

When he returned to the Lighthouse, face in his hands, Emmrich wept. Nails bit into the skin of his forehead, palms pressed into his eyes as he broke down quietly, one shuddering breath after the other stolen out of his lungs. He allowed himself a few useless minutes of wallowing before he went back to work.

Even Johanna let him be, for once, a silent watcher.

***

Sometimes, Emmrich felt guilty for not caring more.

Not for Rook, no. The heavy stone of guilt had settled deep in his gut, desperation gnawing on his bones like fate’s favorite chew toy.

But for Harding. For Bellara.

Dead and missing. Taken from their little group just as easily as Rook had been.

Neve visited Bellara’s room every day, sipping coffee and staring at the gadgets and artifacts strewn about. No one was quite sure what system of organization it followed, but Bellara could always make sense of the mess. Flitting about like the hummingbird her brother called her. The silence was far too loud in her absence.

Meanwhile, Taash rarely left their room now. On the few occasions he would pass by, he would hear grunting, the sound of steel hitting the floor again and again. And when they did go, it was off with Davrin or one of the others, only to come home smelling like blood. He didn’t dare disturb them.

Three souls for the price of one so-called god.

Was it worth it?

Were the scales balanced in whatever cosmic game they were in?

Did the Maker, in all his knowledge and in all his silence, deem this fair?

Emmrich tried not to think about it.

***

One day, he found a letter on his desk, a wisp hovering near it curiously. His name was embossed on the back in Rook's curled, loopy handwriting.

He opened it without thinking.

Emmrich, If you're reading this, then something terrible has happened. I hope you can only forgive me. Know that I didn’t mean for it to happen this way. There was so much I still wanted to do with you. I wanted to celebrate our victory, pop open a bottle of your best Antivan red and get drunk on my couch. And once the hangover wore off, I wanted you to take me home, show me your books, your collections, your bed. I wanted to plant lilacs in your garden. Then I wanted to marry you, exchange our gold in the big Chantry in Nevarra City or our living room, it wouldn't have mattered. Then we'd have a baby. Or two. Or three. My hair, your eyes. It would have been perfect. And perhaps it’s selfish of me to say this, especially now, and I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me for this too — but I'm glad I went first. I died in love, and I will stay that way forever. Even my last thoughts were of you, I'm sure of it, and I do not have to live in a world where you do not exist. I am so grateful for that. I love you, Emmrich Volkarin. The Veil separates us now, my love, but it is thin. Press your hand against it and know I am always reaching back, my love against yours. I hope that is how you remember me — the woman who loved you, who will love you still, even across death. When your time comes — and I pray it doesn’t for a long while yet — do not fear it. It will be a joyful reunion. With enduring affection, Your Rook P.S. Please make sure they don't set me on fire. Cremation doesn't suit my complexion.

No.

No, no, no.

Emmrich balled the letter in his fist, gritting his teeth, inexplicable anger rising to the surface before he tempered it. He smoothed out the letter, gentle this time as if in apology, reading it again. And again. And again.

Rook was not dead. This letter should have never found its way into his hands, and a steely determination gripped him. He was going to find her.

***

Emmrich had a plan — a breakthrough, one could call it — and the answer was lyrium. A staggering amount of it.

He outlined his plan to the group. Rook was in the Fade and they needed a way to get her out. Among the most reliable ways to do so was to create a Fade tear, a rift just large enough to pull her through in a place where the Veil was thin and where she would likely be on the other side. He had already found a few powerful spirits in the Necropolis willing to help search for such a place. They had always been fond of Rook.

But to create the tear itself, they needed something powerful. Blood was what the magisters of old used to enter the Black City. That was not an option. Neither was Johanna’s method of trapping spirits in her Gloaming Lantern. That left two other things — Solas’ magic and lyrium.

While they did not have Solas himself, and he doubted the man would be willing anyway, both Bellara and Emmrich kept detailed notes on the dagger — drawings, potential schematics, outlines of the etched runes, the etheric flows, materials they could identify.

It should be enough to recreate it — create their own lyrium dagger.

(Ambitious, he thought to himself, and he could almost hear Johanna taunting him about recreating original sin just for a paramour or some other nonsense. But for Rook, he would gladly do so.)

Neve was quick to agree — it was their best bet, and the rest came around quickly. Davrin helped source the lyrium from Kal-Sharok, the dwarves willing to lend their aid, both in Harding’s memory and in return for all of Rook’s help.

Emmrich was immensely grateful and, for the first time in what felt like eternity, his chest lightened by a fraction, a small seed of hope planted.

***

It took another week and a half to recreate the dagger as close as he could — unrefined, unstable, but not useless.

Emmrich gripped it tight, hands shaking so much he was almost afraid he’d drop it. Where would they be if he did? Another week wasted, perhaps. He leaned heavily on his desk, one hand clutching it for balance, the wood almost creaking under his fingertips. He could only stare at the dagger — it was pretty, he admitted, though the blue glow of the lyrium was more subdued than the real thing and it buzzed uncomfortably in his hand like electricity ready to pop.

Unrefined. Unstable. But not useless. Emmrich repeated it in his head until the words lost their meaning and the world began to blur around him. He shook it off.

It would be enough.

He prayed it would be enough.

***

The ritual site.

“This damned place,” Neve said under her breath. “Where it all started.”

Neve, Emmrich, and Lucanis spread out — finding the place where the Veil was thinnest using their magic or, in Lucanis’ case, Spite. Davrin and Taash stayed close to the mages, weapons out, watching for any sign of trouble.

Emmrich climbed the stairs, one hand gripping his staff, the other stretched out, pressing against the Veil. He remembered Rook's letter — he would find her reaching back to him, he was sure of it.

Then — a snag, a place his fingers could nearly pass through, his magic flaring, itching under his skin.

“This way. It’s thinner here!” he called out to the others.

Taash was beside him, readying their axes in case something goes wrong. “You better be right.”

He nodded, grim, then he took the dagger from his belt.

Raising it high, he poured his magic into it, following the lines etched under its surface, willing it to do as he bade. For a moment — nothing, just the buzz of magic in his ear, powerful and potent, amplified by the dagger until he nearly went deaf.

Then it caught, notching into an unseen barrier, digging into the Veil. Emmrich felt it, resonating deep in his bones, making his teeth clatter, and he pulled down with all his strength.

“They’re waiting for you.” Emmrich heard a distant voice, unable to recognize it. “Just take it one step at a time.”

“Goodbye, Varric… and thank you.”

Rook! It was Rook’s voice and Emmrich felt his heart soar, pounding hard in his chest, blood rushing around his ears.

Lucanis came up behind him, the quickest of them all, hearing the voice as well. His breath hitched. “Rook!”

Then Emmrich saw it — something bright, a shape of a woman and a dwarf. “There! A light.”

Lucanis called to the others, hands on top of Emmrich’s before thrusting both their hands into the tear, the dagger flying behind them and hitting the ground with a clatter. They felt an arm latch onto theirs. “We've got something. Get ready,” Lucanis shouted.

Taash threw their axes to the ground, seizing Rook’s arm and pulling. Neve and Davrin were behind them, arms around Lucanis and Taash, pulling at their signal. “Heave!”

The Fade tear resisted, unwilling to give Rook up for a heart stilling second, before abruptly giving way — and the entire group came tumbling down to the ground, Davrin catching Neve as she nearly fell down the stairs.

And Rook.

Rook.

Rook.

She was in Emmrich’s arms, gasping, and he narrowed to just the feel of her, Emmrich turning blind to the rest of the world.

“Rook, darling, oh, my darling.” He clutched her cheeks, drinking in her face, the cuts and bruises from Tearstone Island still somehow fresh. He would have to inspect those closer later — but now.

Now, the universe righted itself again, and he crashed his lips into Rook’s unheeding of the rest of the team that wanted her attention. This he would be selfish in. This he needed more than anything or anyone. The inelegant clash of their teeth, lips smushed together as wetness poured down his cheeks.

“Emmrich, Emmrich.” Her sweet voice grew distant. He panicked as the edges of his vision blurred. “Emmrich!”

The strain of the last fortnight caught up to him, the dagger having drained the last of his reserves. Emmrich swayed and the world tilted around him. The last thing he saw was Rook’s face — though he couldn’t say he minded that one bit.

[charlie-shmarlie]

▪︎Behind Closed Doors (David 8 x fem reader)

Quick oneshot in which Reader and David share a secret relationship of sorts. Fluffy nonsense ensues <3

This is my first time writing for David, so I apologize if the way I depict him isn't accurate :')

Warnings: none really, reader miiight be a little touch starved, fluff

Word count: 1,998

I'm currently taking headcanon requests for David and Walter :)

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Not everything is always as it seems. In many cases, as we walk through life, we tend to only experience things on the surface level. Not bothering to pause and allow our curiosity to explore further and deeper. We tend to observe and then simply move on without ever really knowing much more than what is easily displayed for the naked eye.

The same can be equally true for people as well.

__________ ☆

The time was at 2200 hours, meaning it was only 10:00pm or so. The night was still young. The air held a sense of peace and warmth that hung all around the young woman's quarters. Filling in any dead space and devouring the coldness that used to reside therein.

Quiet spread throughout. The only noise that could be heard was the sound of occasional movement and muttered chatter. And the constant low hum of the ship gliding through space with ease. A muffled rumble the crew had become so used to hearing.

Through the white, dimmed lights, a certain scene played out. One that was not only shocking but also quite forbidden.

A man and a woman stood intimately close together. The male's hands were clasped behind his back in a rather professional manner that might seem out of place in this interaction. His body was bent down just slightly so that the woman could properly reach him without struggle. And with a touch so gentle, she cupped the sides of his face with her palms and pressed slow, sugary-sweet pecks all about his face. His cheeks, his jawline, the corners of his mouth. Anywhere that felt right.

But whatever could be wrong with this? Aren't these just the interactions of a loving couple who are simply enjoying each other's presence in private? Well, it's much more difficult than that.

You see, the woman is a young scientist, Dr. Y/n L/n, and part of the Prometheus crew. And yes, while the man is also a fellow member, his roles can vary. And he is not simply just a 'man'. Most would argue that he's not a man at all. Which wouldn't necessarily be a lie. He's of a mechanical nature. An artificial human, if you will. Specifically, a synthetic. The David 8 model, to be exact. Although most refer to him as just David, giving him even more false humanity than he was already programmed with.

Now, I will not go into how this relationship began, or how it was even possible in the first place, because not even I truly know, which is an undeniable showing of just how well they kept such a secret.

David's lips were curled into a faint, fond smile as he stared down at the human, following her every move with his intense blue gaze. The warm sensation of her organic touch against his cold, artificial skin was unlike any other he had ever known.

She continued to hold him, smiling softly in between each kiss. Her expression held nothing but genuine love for the synthetic. (E/c) eyes glowing with warmth and tenderness as she closely admired him.

One might find it odd that she was the only one showing affection, but don't be fooled. For the two, this was the norm.

David isn't usually one for practicing physical intimacy. It's not that he doesn't enjoy it, but more that he doesn't possess the ability to feel the need to engage in it. Occasionally, he will test out very small, simple acts he learns from some of the films he watches. Such as reaching out for her hand or maybe placing a hand on her shoulder but never desires to do much of anything more. So, Y/n doesn't expect it from him.

His 'love language', if you could call it that, rather lies within the time he spends with her. His affections are incredibly subtle, and if one didn't search for them, they would never notice. But they are there regardless. Hidden faintly within his expressions and the undertones of his words, like a secret language only she can read.

However, on the other hand, when it comes to him being the recipient of physical affection. That is a different story.

He had come to deeply crave the sweet, innocent touch of the young woman. The way she would lay out every bit of her care for him and put it on display whenever they were alone. It was always clear in the way she held onto him, like he might disappear if she were to let go. And in the way she spoke so kindly to him, always ignoring the fact that he isn't a 'real person.'

He understood just how profound her love was for him. Though he could never reciprocate the feeling, as it is an exclusively human one. An emotion he can never possess. Yet despite this, he, also felt intensely about her.

It was a different kind of intensity. One that he wrestled with himself to fully comprehend. But it was the closest thing he could relate to that elusive emotion. It was like a puzzle piece stuffed into the wrong picture. It didn't fit quite right, and it looked rather strange. Yet, it appeared just similar enough to work. And that was enough for both of them.

Y/n's lips grazed over the smooth surface of David's flawless complexion. Pressing yet another delicate kiss to the top of his cheekbone.

"You're at your most affectionate tonight, Dr. L/n" He observed plainly. His tone shifting subtly and holding a certain sense of playfulness when addressing her by the professional title. His eyes never once straying from hers.

She suppressed an airy giggle. Pulling back a bit, enough to directly meet his eyes, she suggested,

"Sorry, would you like me to stop for now?" her voice hushed, yet steady, still close enough that the warmth of her gentle breaths fanned his face. Hand sliding down to his neck.

His gaze trailed down to her lips as she spoke before gradually reuniting with her e/c pools once again. Silently analyzing her every blink, dart, breath, and quiet shifting from top to bottom. His system processing and storing the information away in his memory bank while generating an appropriate response within an instant.

"Not at all," he assured, "By all means, please, continue with your..." his words died out for a few seconds. Creating a purposeful tension. A subtle hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips, transforming his smile into a light smirk. His hands remained clasped behind his back as he stood unnaturally still. However, the way he looked down at her felt as though a pair of strong arms had already encircled her smaller form.

"...Human displays of affection." he finished. Satisfied with the light, rosy hue that tinted her cheeks. 

Her hands traveled down to meet the tops of his firm shoulders. The lifeless chill of his artificial skin seeped through the soft fabric of his plain, grey t-shirt, greeting her contrasting palms. A stark reminder of just who, and what, exactly she had fallen so hard for. Odd as it may seem, the reminder only rallied up sudden swarms of butterflies in her stomach and a cozy feeling deep in her chest. Something she would experience often when in the android's presence.

She gingerly dug her fingers into his skin in a mindless and calming repetitive motion, letting out a sigh of contentment. Bringing more comfort to herself than to him, though the act didn't go unappreciated. He could feel the gentle vibrations of a hum replying from within her chest against his sensors as she leaned the side of her head into his frame.

"I wish you didn't have to leave tonight," she whispered, momentarily closing her lids and listening to the consistent low whirr of his internal mechanics.

His eyes scanned over her every feature meticulously. Taking note of how calm and at peace she appeared to be. How her body seemed to practically melt into his. How her long lashes fluttered when she brought her eyes up to meet his again. And how her beautiful h/c hair fell all around her face, framing it perfectly in the warmth of the dim lights. Strands catching themselves on his shirt and clinging relentlessly, similarly to the human standing before him.

He stared back at her with endearment. Committing the sight of her like this to memory.

"As do I. Although, I'm afraid suspicions may be raised if I am absent for too long," he pointed out.

"Yeah, I know," she sighed again, knowing it was a stretch but still ever hopeful.

She tried to come up with safe scenarios and excuses to make it work in her head, but deep down she recognized that it would be a bad idea that would likely only lead to trouble in the long run. There would be plenty of chances to get caught or even just draw unwanted attention, and things could get messy in a hurry if even one person began to wonder about the relationship between the human and the android. And that was something neither of them could afford.

Soon enough, they both came to an agreement that David would stay with her until she was ready for bed. Then, he would leave to return to his duties and studies aboard the ship. 

He watched with interest as she went about her nightly rituals. Waiting patiently for her outside of the small bathroom every crew member had attached to their living space while she changed into some comfortable clothes. Then, re-emerging wearing something so simple as a plain, oversized, white t-shirt and a pair of dark blue shorts.

As she sat down in front of the mirror on her vanity, she got lost in the mundane task of brushing out her hair and wiping off makeup. Not knowing just how intensely a certain someone observed her from behind. Taking in her every movement and expression she made. 

His head tilted slightly. Gaze latching onto everything she did as if studying some undiscovered ethereal creature. From the very first time he had laid eyes on her, lying blissfully unconscious in her cryogenic state, he found himself rather captivated. Her appearance bringing him a sense of something like pleasure that unknowingly drove him to want to learn more about her. Understand her. Be near her.

He could only compare her charm to that of an ancient oil painting. So pleasant to look at on the surface with many layers of complexities hidden underneath. So much yet to explore and discover and contemplate. 

Once she had finished, she returned to the synthetic. Rising up on the ends of her toes and leaving one last lingering kiss on his cheek; a sort of bittersweet gesture to say: 'goodnight.'

"Maybe someday, when this is all over, we won't have to do this," she wondered out loud. A twinge of uncertainty marring her hopeful expression. Her thumb lightly caressing his skin, hesitating to pull away.

It was a pleasant idea; the thought of them having something of a life together. Completely unrealistic, yes, but pleasant, nonetheless.

Her heart jumped when two hands came to grip the tops of her arms. Holding her carefully in place. The rare contact of his fingers sent a shiver down her spine. There were only a few seconds of silence until he slowly leaned in and planted a kiss against her forehead, so light and so careful that she barely even felt the sensation of his cool lips tenderly brushing her hairline.

He remained close. His voice lower than before as he muttered softly over her skin,

"Perhaps."

[stray-kaz]

First Blushes : a Monkey D. Luffy x f!reader oneshot

Summary: Shy teenage reader and Luffy are gently coerced into admitting their feelings for one another.

"You know, you could just tell him."

You jumped and stared up at Sanji, who had found you in your hiding spot, behind the mast but still able to see Luffy perched up high on the figurehead.

"Tell who what?" you blurted out, eyes wide.

He smiled gently at you.

"Luffy. Tell Luffy you like him."

You felt your face burn.

"I don't -"

"Honey" Sanji interrupted. "Everyone sees the way you look at him and listen to every crazy word that comes out of his mouth. We know. It's about time the boy does, too."

You bit your lip and chewed, thinking hard. Then you looked up at Sanji again, eyes big and wide.

"What if he doesn't like me?"

Sanji ruffled your hair.

"Only one way to find out, love."

"How do I tell him?"

"That's up to you. Sing it, shout it, vandalise his beloved Jolly Roger with it. Your choice."

You glowered at him.

"Well, he'd never believe me if I did that, genius" you retorted. "Or like me back."

Sanji grinned at you.

"Tell him. You might be surprised" he urged.

You snorted.

"Yes, surprised by how much heartbreak and rejection hurt."

Sanji rolled his eyes and gently pushed your shoulder.

"Are all teenagers so dramatic?" he sighed.

You sidled out of his reach and shrugged.

"Probably."

You blinked fast, something else suddenly occurring to you.

"Does Zoro know?"

"Zoro knows!" Nami called to you as she wandered past. "Zoro wants to lock you both in a room until you come to your youthful senses."

You dragged a hand down your face, groaning.

"Perfect."

You made a beeline for your bedroom, not even looking up when Luffy passed you on his way to the deck and smiled, his whole face lighting up. His smile fell, though, when you didn't look at him, your gaze fixed on the floor, and he stopped to watch you disappear, your bedroom door slamming at your back.

He made his way out into the light and bounded over to Sanji.

"Is she okay?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder again in case you had returned.

Sanji shrugged, one corner of his mouth quirking up slightly. From the opposite end of the ship, he caught Zoro's eye and raised his voice.

"I'm not sure, Luffy. Perhaps you had better go and check on her. I think she was heading to her room."

Zoro put down his sword and stood up, heading down to them and casually following Luffy at a short distance as he spun on his heels and hurried back to your room at a trot.

From inside your room, you heard Luffy calling your name and knocking hard on your door.

"Are you okay?" he hollered through the wooden barrier. "You seemed sad!"

"I'm fine!" you yelled back, face down on your bed.

On the other side of the door, Luffy turned to Zoro and shrugged.

"She said she's fine."

Zoro rolled his eyes.

"She's not fine. That's just what girls say."

He reached around Luffy, opened the door and shoved him through the gap, then locked it from the outside and leaned against the wood, looking bored.

Inside your bedroom, you glanced up, shocked, when Luffy stumbled in and the door shut with a loud thud. The telltale sound of the lock had you off the bed and on your feet in record time.

"Roronoa Zoro, let us out!" you shouted, barreling past Luffy and hammering on your own door.

His voice came back through muffled.

"Not until you confess!"

Luffy stared at the back of your head, puzzled.

"Confess what?" he asked, reaching out to touch your arm.

At the brush of his fingers on your skin, you recoiled and he stepped back, dark eyes wide. You stiffened, then turned slowly to face him again, your expression contorted with guilt.

"Luffy, I didn't mean to" you said, agonised. "I'm sorry..."

He shook his head and avoided your eyes.

"I don't get it" he told you, still not looking. "You're never...icy with me. Why now? What did I do?"

"Nothing" you sighed uncomfortably, closing your eyes. "You have done absolutely nothing wrong, Luffy. You are always good."

He blinked rapidly at that admission.

"Then...why?" he asked again.

You glanced longingly at the closed bedroom door then back at Luffy. You sat down on the end of your bed and beckoned to him. He caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and looked at you again, his mouth set in a slight pout. But he sat next to you, keeping his hands folded in his lap, careful not to touch you again.

On the other side of the door, you could hear Zoro's shoulders shifting against the wood, his shirt rustling. The air in the room felt warmer than it should be, clogging your lungs and making it harder for you to breathe.

"Monkey" you said quietly, addressing him by his given name.

His eyebrows rose at the sound of it; you never called him Monkey. He murmured your name and tentatively reached for one of your hands, clasping it loosely in his on the cloudy duvet between you.

You took in a deep breath, unconsciously squeezing his hand. Then you very slowly turned to face him.

"I like you, Luffy" you said solemnly.

A broad smile spread across his face, his sunny eyes brightening.

"I like you, too!" he exclaimed, delighted.

You bit into your lip, shaking your head, heart in your throat.

"No" you said softly.

His eyebrows furrowed and another frown replaced his smile.

"What do you mean, 'no'?" he asked.

"No, I like like you" you admitted at last.

Luffy's hand tightened on yours and your eyes closed again.

"Um. Like Usopp likes Kaya?"

His voice was softer than usual and trembled a little in your ears. You nodded and then stood up off the bed, leaving his hand behind, empty on the duvet. Without glancing back at him, his jaw loosened, you walked over to the door and banged on it with both fists.

"I did it, Zoro! I confessed! Now let me out!"

You listened for the click and bolted past him, barely affording him a glance at your face before you were gone. Zoro leaned in through the doorway and eyed Luffy still sitting on the bed.

"She finally tell you?" he asked, eyebrows arched.

Luffy suddenly shoved off the bed and slammed through the open doorway, his brown eyes burning. Zoro flattened his back to the wall and watched him run.

You might have been light on your feet, but Luffy was faster, much faster, and he caught up to you just as you stepped onto the ship's deck. He snatched at your wrist, but you were both still moving forward and the momentum sent you both tumbling down, falling towards the deck.

You shut your eyes tightly, anticipating the blunt impact, but it never came. Luffy stretched and wrapped around you, landing on his back, your forehead jouncing off his collarbone. You stayed there for a little while, allowing yourself to soak in the feeling of his arms around you and his breath in your hair.

Time whipped by, though, and you forced yourself to push away from him, cheeks burning as he stared hard at you, his beautiful eyes darker than usual.

"I like you how Usopp likes Kaya, too" he said quietly, his hands sliding from your shoulders to your elbows.

Your eyes widened again and you stared back at him, surprised.

"You do?"

Luffy nodded, biting his lip.

"I do, yes."

You just continued to stare at him for a while longer and he started to squirm, scooting slightly away. You shook yourself out of it and reached for him; Luffy eyed your hands warily as your fingers closed around the brim of his straw hat. Your grip tightened as you grabbed hold of every bit of courage you possessed and dragged him forward until your lips met.

It was quick and uncertain contact, a swift brush of lips and warm breath mixing, and you withdrew like you'd been burned, lips tingling.

You crawled back off Luffy and rose to your feet, aware now of your audience of crew members. Your whole face on fire, you turned your back, but a quiet voice and a hand on yours stopped you.

"Please don't go."

You turned halfway around, eyebrows raised, but before you could say anything at all, Luffy kissed you back, hat tipped up on his head so it wouldn't get in your way. His mouth was eager and warm, with all the unbridled enthusiasm he gave to everything. You grabbed at his arms, searching for something to keep you on your feet.

When he pulled back to breathe, there were loud cheers and clapping. You glanced around at your friends, feeling hot and embarrassed but thrilled down to your toes.

"About damn time" Zoro said from the doorway.

You smiled shyly up at Luffy and the corners of his eyes crinkled.

"Can we do that again?"

Tagging: @elizabeth-karenina @writingmysanity

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Ruby: Hey, Jaune, I know we've met your sister's and all, but what about Extended Family?

Jaune: Well, About that ...

~~~~~

Jaune: Hi Aunt Cynthia! It's been a while hasn't it!

(Champion) Cynthia: Indeed it has Jaune. Your sister's keeping you busy?

Jaune: Don't you know it. How's being Champion?

Cynthia: Tiring some days, detracts from my time to search ruins and hunt for relics and myths- Though i wouldn't change it for the world.

Cynthia: You've got a lot stronger at Beacon, huh? Let's test your skills in battle!

~~~~~

Darkness: You really must grow a spine cousin! You're the only Man in your Family, and you should act like it!

Jaune: I- I know Darkness ...

Darkness: Hold yourself High, Speak Clearly and With confidence and Teach those Girl where they Belong, Beneath Your Heel!

Jaune: Well, They're my friends-

Darkness: Grinding it down in the back of their heads, Pushing Their Faces into the D-Dirt!

Darkness: Making them clean it with their tongues, perfectly subservient to your whims or else they'll be punished~

Jaune: ... Darkness?

Darkness: *Holding herself, Shivering* And Gods that Strength~ Leaving Marks, throwing them around as Ragdolls~ Hmm~ The P-perfect Man~ To use them at your Leisure~

Jaune: ... This is why I don't talk to you about leading people.

~~~~~

Jaune: And Pyrrha's nice and helpful, teaching me how to fight.

Link: *Pouring Honey over Salmon*

Jaune: She reminds of your old friend Mipha in a way ... Kind, powerful, but too shy for her own good.

Link: *Pauses at Mipha's name, resumes*

Jaune: People think there's mutual respect, when really She's too scared to not be Pyrrha Nikos, Four Time Regional Champion and Argus's Sweetheart, and call them out on their BS. She's tired of the Fame. I just hope I can be the person she's not scared of being herself around.

Link: *Puts Fish in Oven, Turns to Jaune, Signing* I wish I could help you be that ... It's really a matter of time, and proving your reliability and the respect you have for her. Lords know that's what it took for Zelda to see me as her Anchor, not her Leash. Something to rely on in a storm, not fight against.

Link: After all, the most important thing we can give another is our Time. Don't squander yours.

~~~~~

Jaune: Aunt Sam-

Samus Aran: No you can't take apart my ship.

Jaune: I'm Jaune, Not Claire.

Samus: Right, I get all you confused.

Jaune: You seem stressed.

Samus: I'm always Stressed.

Jaune: More Stressed. You're Molting.

Samus: *Pulling loose feathers out* Yes, and it's stressing me out, Now if you don't know how to help me fix my armor, Shoo.

Jaune: *Hugs her* Take a breath Aunt Sammy.

Samus: *Shaking*

Samus: *Sinks to the Floor, Crying* I- I miss them.

Jaune: I know. I know.

~~~~~

Jaune: I just washed the walls and ceiling, could you please not walk on them?

Gwen Stacy: I dunno ... It's pretty Fun!

Jaune: Gwen, Please.

Gwen: Fine. *She Falls to the floor, landing in three point*

Jaune: Why do you do that everytime you're over.

Gwen: To get a rise out of you. *She slings a chair beneath her* It's pretty fun.

Jaune: *Sigh* Why am I always the target- Go mess with, what's his name? Kilometer? Whatever your boyfriends Name- HMM!

Gwen: *Webbing jaune's mouth, Blushing* he's not- We're not- Shut UP!

Jaune: *Smug, Mouth still covered in Web*

~~~~~

Jaune: ... And that's not even a sixth of them.

Ruby: ... That's all on your mom's side?

Jaune: Yeah, I only got Uncle on My Dad's side.

~~~~~

Mama Arc: HELLMOND BIORACY ANGEL! YOU ARE MY BROTHER IN LAW, AND YOU WILL TEACH MY SON ON HOW TO GET ME GRANDBABIES!

The Helltaker: *Scared for his life* Yes Ma'am!

[animesimp-writes]

YO, YO, YO! (Billy referred.) Hope your having a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night Mel! Could you write a Luffy x fem! Reader fic? Like They're making jokes on the deck of the thousand sunny while the rest of the crew is asleep, and Luffy calls Y/N pretty and stuff, and then confesses, saying that Robin and Nami told him he was in love with her after describing how he felt about Y/N?

If you don't want to write it, thats okay (bc I dont know if you write for other fandoms) but stay safe and stay hydrated! :)

-Anon <3

# Summary ; Late one night aboard the Thousand Sunny, Y/N and Luffy find themselves alone, sharing jokes and laughter under the stars. As the conversation takes a sincere turn, Luffy surprises Y/N by telling her she's pretty and confessing that Nami and Robin pointed out he might be in love with her. Realizing his feelings are true, Y/N admits she feels the same, if not more. Before she can fully express herself, Luffy kisses her, sealing their mutual affection with a sweet and tender moment.

# Notes ; Heyy!! I LOVE One Piece, its my favorite anime for years <3 It's my first time writing a fic instead of headcanons ON TUNBLR so I'll do my best :D Also, yes, I am writing for other fandoms, so please don't be shy to request. And sorry for being away for so long, I just needed some time for school and I honestly forgot about this account and had to study since I'm going to high school in a few months. Wish me luck!!

Late at night, the Thousand Sunny drifted peacefully under a blanket of stars. The gentle rocking of the ship kept the Straw Hat Pirates lulled in a deep sleep. Everyone, that is, except for Luffy and you.

You were sitting next to him on the deck, the night air cool against your skin. The only sounds around were the occasional creaks of the ship and the soft lapping of the ocean against the hull.

"Y/N, you know, I think I could eat a thousand meat skewers in one sitting!" Luffy said with a wide grin, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "Luffy, I believe you could do it. But how would you even fit that much food in your stomach?"

He laughed, the sound warm and carefree, and you couldn't help but laugh along with him. The way he made everything seem so simple and joyful was one of the many things you loved about him. For what seemed like hours, the two of you exchanged jokes, stories, and silly banter. Luffy was on a roll, saying the most random things to keep you laughing. But as you waited for him to crack another joke, his expression softened. His gaze settled on you, and the intensity in his eyes caught you off guard.

"You're really pretty, Y/N," Luffy said suddenly, his voice quiet, but sincere.

You blinked, a little taken aback by the shift in tone. "W-What?" you stammered, feeling your cheeks warm as you processed his words. "Why would you say that all of a sudden?"Luffy rubbed the back of his neck, his usual confident demeanor now tinged with something more thoughtful. "Well, Nami and Robin were talking to me the other day. They said that when I described how I feel about you, it means I’m in love with you. And I think they’re right… 'cause I’m always thinking about you, and I like being around you more than anyone else."

Your heart skipped a beat. Hearing those words from Luffy, who was always so focused on his adventures and dreams, made your chest tighten with happiness. You glanced down at your hands, fidgeting nervously, trying to find the right words to tell him that you felt the same way. "Luffy, I… I feel the same," you began, your voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe even more than you could imagine..."

Before you could finish your sentence, you felt a gentle touch on your chin. Luffy had leaned in closer, lifting your head with his hand. Your eyes met his, and in that moment, the world around you seemed to fade away. Without another word, Luffy closed the distance between you, pressing his lips softly against yours. The kiss was simple, sweet, and filled with all the emotions you both had been holding back. Your eyes fluttered closed as you melted into the kiss, your heart racing in your chest.

When he finally pulled away, Luffy's smile was the brightest you'd ever seen. "I think I like kissing you too," he said with a chuckle.

You giggled, your cheeks flushed, feeling a mixture of joy and relief. "Me too, Luffy… me too."

GAHHH!! I loved it so much, hope you guys do to! If you want more like this, drop a request in my "Ask Me Anything" hope you guys have a wonderful rest of your day, bye! <3

[cookiesdippedinanime]

I normally don't ever put my reviews online get out my feelings about a anime or show, but I have to talk about

Apothecary diaries🌿

⚠️Warning: Slander. Angry dialogue and a few bad words. Don't interact if you like Apothecary diaries.

Due to a super cool Youtuber I like (Classic man D) I got intrigued by the show. Seeing Maomao brutally slap a dumb later in waiting was choice. That was 2 years ago, and since I've been casually looking for ways to get into it. Manga? No library. Anime? Crunchyroll? Kept forgetting to ask my parents to subscribe. Watch moments? I didn't want to spoil anything big.

(Oh, how I wish I did)

Pan to about 8 days ago, it's finally available on Netflix. I was ecstatic! Unfortunately, though. It wasn't what I thought it was.

Maomao was kidnapped to the palace first off and was tremendously passive about the whole thing. (I'll explain why that's bad later) Don't get me wrong, if I was kidnapped, I'd totally keep my head down too. Next it's unfortunately brought up about a lot of infant demise. Then, there's Jinshi😒

Now, I love pretty boys as much as the next shojo fan girl, but he wasn't hitting for me. Lemme explain better. When we're first introduced to the beautiful menace, he's curious which servant girl (I can't remember what they're called) could not only read and write, but also knows the cause of Lihua's son's death.

I'm a bit fuzzy on the details, but I know he tried to "seduce" Maomao in the same first episode. I found it adorable how he was getting blocked and how she was not feeling pretty boys. Notice how I said "found" as in past tense.

I was already a bit turned off by the "rich people pull" he and Gyokuyo pulled by making Maomao the poison tester, when she wants nothing to do with the royalty. But, then the "aphrodisiac" part turned up. Both me and Maomao were rightfully grossed out because she was technically supposed to taste the spiked steamed buns. Chew and swallow.

I don't doubt Jinshi's slick ass probably knew her razor sharp wit would catch on before it went into her mouth, but still😬 My red flag indicator did go off because of that, but I turned them off and hoped for the best. I was wrong. At the end of the episode, quick as a horny cat (Yes, I said the H word) He swooped behind Maomao, touched her and got very close to her neck.

He practically kissed it. Before she could react, he was ghost. (Or backed up. Can't remember!) But, she didn't do anything about it or call him on that. And as I recall, that was technically sexual harassment. I tried to Jinshi a chance after that, but the inner feminist in me and eventually the rest of me, decided I didn't like him.

I tried to just ignore him, but everytime he came on screen, I was just disgusted. He's so...slimy. Besides being extremely nosy (actually being an imperial detective) and handsome, I couldn't find any redeeming qualities. Maomao constantly getting the ick from him didn't help either.

So by episode four, (or five) I REALLY wasn't digging Jinshi. He was giving annoying second lead who couldn't take a hint, rather than elegant main lead. I actually started shipping Maomao with Gaoshun instead, lol. My final straw though, was right before the garden began.

Our Apothecary dame was all dressed up and preparing. Jinshi, (still being Gyokuyo's best homie) enters and was in awe of Maomao's beauty. And surprisingly lack of freckles. Now, I'm not bagging Jinshi too hard about learning about the dangers the common folk go through. I mean, yay for awareness. But, with my hate shades on, I was ticked he wanted to police the joint better now, because Maomao (his "girl") had talked about her struggles.

Talk about favoritism. I was hoping he'd go away after that, but I barely get what I want in media. Jinshi gets this horny blushy look on his face and is once again way too close for comfort. He sticks his hairpin thing in her bun. Not only did he put it wrong and actually prick her a bit, they tried to portray it as a "moment" between them.

And when she was like "what the hell" Jinshi mutters that it's hers now and rushes off to take care of his boner. (Yes, I consider him driven by lust. Sue me.) I was happy when Maomao removed his claim on her, but I was pushed over the edge Gyokuyo put it back in her bun. Once again, trying to make his constant harassment romantic.

Mad, didn't even begin to cover how I felt about it. I was enraged. I see all these moments between them posted on Crunchyroll and honestly thought it'd be a legit relationship. And hell, maybe it is? Maybe Jinshi's slimy personality does do an 180 and he's actually does treat Maomao like a person?

But, I for one, can't vomit in my mouth 'till he does. Jinshi's a sleaze with a pretty face. And I hate that Maomao hasn't done anything about it and it's condoned. And I'm usually pretty loose and understanding with shaky beginnings of relationships. Not to mention, I wished his attempts at rizzing were made comedic like Tamaki (Ouran highschool host club) but, I've already been ranting too long.

Thank you to anyone who lent listening eyeballs about my recent anime failure. If you have any opinions or agree with me, please comment🌿

[babyboywinchester]

Helloo,

I am kinda new to the supernatural fandom (i saw the show but don't interacted much with the fandom) - and i just have a few questions if you don't mind. So, were do i even start? I knew that shipping is always a part of any fandom. And i don't mind this.. i mean this is what fanfiction is for. But i am know kinda disturbed from the whole D/C... some of these people a extremly obsessive with this ship. In a really unhealthy and toxic way. Why do so many people ship this?? Like were is the chemistry, hell were are even all this moments they are talking about?! The reason why i am writing this whole long ass question (which turned out to be a rant - i'm so sorry for this) is.. i saw this video on youtube (some dest*el stuff) from the "official" spn channel and do you know if this is is even a real channel.. it has soo less follower and since this *ship* is not even close to be canon, why post then such a video? Like i said, i am new maybe i am missing some parts... but some of the few stuff i saw was that it was always clear that this ship is nowhere near canon.. so first the podcast of these extras and now the yt video on the channel... it kinda makes me sad that soo many people are always are talking about this weird ship.. and not about the beautiful relationship between the brothers.

Puhh this message really did get out of control... gosh i am so really sooo sorry!! Hope you have a nice day😊

Apologize not, dear anon! I’m more than happy to explain from my point of view.

First, know that you are not the only one, and in fact, Destiel (the diehard Hellers that is) is in the minority as far as fandom goes. They’re loud and they’re in echo chambers that occasionally escape containment and they rightly so get ridiculed and taken to task for… but I digress. They are small. They’ve made the whole show, in their minds, about this one Totally Canon Ship™️ that For Real Happened On God when… neither of those things are true.

We could try and get to the why of it, but I’m not too sure there is one definitive answer to that. They’re cry babies who think, essentially, TV shows have to cater to them because they said so.

Supernatural was never about and never will be about a “gay” angel and a “bi” hunter who are Totally Forreal Husbands Look At The (non existent) Subtext™️. The channel I’m sure was being run by a runaway heller. Go ahead and check the view counts on those videos by the way… minimal. That’s AFTER Destihellers tried to use their “influence” to get those numbers up. It’s hilarious how often they are absolutely destroyed over their delusions. It never gets better for them and never will. No matter how loud, how much they tout the “we have 1 millions fics on AO3!”, or how insistent they get with their gay lighting theories, Dean dances with a lamp which is a stand in for Casshole, etc…. They’re grasping at straws and have nothing to show for it. They are but to be pitied dear anon.

Am I any better being as I ship wincest? Yes, because wincest will never be canon, and I’m okay with that, but it’s still more canon than Destiel being as it was a American gothic horror show and one of the main themes in that genre is… fucked up family dynamics/incest.

They don’t call it LOSEcest.

Thank you for your ask and like I said do not fret and try not to feed those little beasties.

[aura2023]

👉👈 do you have more content from your DW/Hijack crossover?

[ Edit January 2024 -> This was an ask from june 2023. I didn't realized that I left this ask in the drafts for more than 7 months and didn't post it. I'm so sorry anon :,( ]

Hello! And yes i do! Here are some of the sketches :D I don't have written down how i want the interactions between the characters to be yet. I choose the 10th doctor for now but i'm still in doubt of which regeneration i want hiccup to meet

I don't have like an AU or a story planned (? but i can share some little ideas under the cut.

The first time they meet is by accident. Hiccup and toothless got separated. It's the night fury the one that hears a strange sound. Following it into a cave there were dragons in cages along with a man with strange clothes opening those cages. The man sees the dragon and greets it, He calls himself The doctor. And tells toothless to get away before the dragon trappers get back to the cave.

The doctor invites hiccup and toothless to travel with him. Promising an adventure not only far away from the archipielago, but far away in the stars. When they see the tardis for the first time hiccup couldn't believe that it was bigger inside. He even started to take measures and making notes.

Hiccup learns that the doctor can speak dragon. He watches as the doctor and toothless hold a very long conversation. When he asks about it the doctor just says "Isn't it obvious? I speak dragon. Don't worry toothless was just saying good things. " Hiccup wants to learn dragon speech.

Hipo at first goes traveling with the doctor without telling anyone since they can go back home 5 minutes after leaving, time travel stuff. This is perfect for hiccup, he can go and have this crazy adventures without compromising his duties as the son of the chief.

Of course if you are observant you would notice that the boy started to became more taller really fast, and when asked about things that happened in the day he wouldn't remember those very well. This starts making problems.

- Hiccup and toothless go with the doctor and see different worlds, space whales and dragons surfing through the stars. The technology and the change of scenery can be too much but they are de terminated to explore and learn.

For the hiccup and jack ship in this Doctor who crossover.

This is in our time present (2023). When jack first appears, he is like a ghost. Can't be seen so he is always alone. Like a wind. He spends his time doing pranks and helping missing kids go back home.

His body is trapped in an old alien machine but his mind is " roaming free" in the world. That machine is inside an alien spaceship that fell into the earth many years ago. Jack "found it" when he fell into the frozen lake +/- 300 years ago. Jack like in the movie has seen the world go forward.

Jack can't go time travel into the TARDIS since his connection with his body will be broken. They can still travel around the globe.

In between adventures Hiccup and the doctor visit Jack. It's the most "normal life adventures" they can get lol. Jack teaches Hiccup about the technology and what the 21st century has to offer. Videogames, comics, how he spooks people in old buildings. Hell they can even go and urban exploration. Stop the typical alien invasion with the doctor. Jack meeting toothless. Hiccup talking about his life back at berk and his adventures with the doctor.

One day a group of aliens attacks a city searching for this machine. The doctor alongside Hiccup, Toothless and Jack try to stop the enemies plan. They discover the machine and that jack's body is inside of it. If the enemy finds it they will kill jack in order to use it themselves, the doctor wanted to destroy the machine but now they now is the only thing that is keeping jack "alive."

Now i don't know what they will do after that. Haven't thought much about it. But i know that i want Hiccup to meet both jack in the future, and in the past (before getting trapped in the machine) Maybe he does time after jack is gone. The doctor takes Hiccup 300 years in the past and meets Jackson Overland the week before he falls into the lake and into the machine.

He can´t stop what's going to happen to Jack but he can prolong it. So one day he asks him if he would like to join them. He does. Until jack decides to go back with his family and the day after that he falls into the ice.

I'm sorry that Jack/Hiccup doesn't have a happy ending. My friends told me that i can be a little angst machine.

Edit January 2024 -> I kinda remember that i made another ending but i can't remember where i wrote it. I'm so sorry anon, perdoname por las tardanzas y las respuestas largas. And please forgive me if there are grammatical mistakes and not correct use of words. Tried my best.

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I cannot hold it in anymore I am absolutely OBSESSED with your art and the way you draw Lao.

I also would like to inquire….. just perhaps… what are your top head-canons for him, and/or your opinions on popular ships for him/which ones you like?

No pressure!! I hope you are having a wonderful day 🧡

me, trying to act normal every time an awesome artist I look up to says something nice about my art

Thank you so much! first of all, please take this Lao with you, he's yours now~

now let me preheat my bad english.....

Most of my Lao headcanons (if they are not related to a particular art I made) were yoinked from another ppl, because DAMN FELLAS your brains are sexy. 😏 So you might have heard some of them already, but here's my top general hcs for him.

NOTE: we are talking about the current timeline mk1 Kung Lao

- Lao is very expressive with his hands and he's THE TOUCH person. Just look at how many times he took Raiden by the shoulder in the first chapter alone?? He'll be pushing, and patting, and shoving, and punching you all over while telling about his breakfast or something.

- Lao is struggling with inferiority complex. Since childhood he was under a tremendous amount of pressure, he has to do things right, to be better, or else he would be mocked or punished. Now he believes that he should be the best, or he would not be taken seriously. He's constantly seeking validation in his peers, causing him to act cocky and over-confident.

- Anger issues, usually when someone questions his skill.

- People call him lazy because he tries to act like everything comes naturally to him. In reality he trains hard and takes things seriously. Like, he's fighting with a RAZOR RIMMED HAT fgs, it's not something you can master in a day! Also he always got energy running through his veins, lucky bastard... *cries in iron deficiency*

- He makes his hats by himself. With his hands. He designs and creates. ALL of them. I will die on that hill.

- He's a slow to trust, but ride or die as a friend.

- He's a trouble maker FOR SURE, but not a bully. He's respectful and polite to most of the people (if they don't provoke him), also drinks his respect-women juice.

- Master of sass and sarcasm. And yes, I think he swears, but in the right circumstances or the right company.

- He's got rizz NOW, but in his teens he had zero game because he could not keep his mouth shut and would scare off the person with the most ridiculous piece of idiocy.

- I read it in one fic and really loved the idea that Liu Kang "told the blossoms" about Kung Lao, and they really liked him 🌸 so now they are following him around and bringing him news and gossips, that's why there's always those goddamn petals aroung him aasghGHHHj 🌸🌸

- He's rolling his eyes at Johnny, but they quickly become besties.

- He actually has a cold relationship with Liu Kang. Don't get me wrong, he trusts him, respects the hell out of him and will run into a wall for a man. But I think Liu will distance himself because of all the memories of HIS Lao and how badly they sting. oTL

- That smile and a bow Lao did after loosing to Raiden? He meant that. Loosing hurted BAD, but the pain was pushed aside by the sence of pride and happiness for his best friend.

oh shit, this is getting out of hand, I'm starting to think about the other timelines and dynamics, we'll be here all week hhhhgh

About the popular ships... Well, I'm a big fan of railao (yeah NO SHIT who would have thought), but I am a multishipper, so I'm just happy to see my fav characters feeling good in someone's hands. 😊

I really like the liulao and laoliutana for several different reasons. 👀 The johnshilao (or is it laojohnshi..? erm) was the one that didn't impress me at first (love the Lao just third-wheeling with a tired expression <:'D), but recently I'm starting to warm up to all the different dynamics these three can have. And that is, in no small part, thanks to you and your kenlao agenda 👀💖 damn you created such a nice cozy universe for them I'm 🥺💕💗💖

Bi-Han/Lao is a bit random, but I love how catto did them, they are such a cute pair of assholes! >:3

ummm, yeah, so I'm going to stop there ahahhH. Thank you again for asking and for all the nice little feels your art provides, I admire you tremendously~