#And they might begin spending more time together that way 🥺

[drones-of-innocence]

Hi! Great job on your collab with Elitadreams! You’re both so talented!

I have a question. How do you think the following morning after the last chapter would go down?

Hey there, thank you so much!! 🥺

If I were to continue where the last chapter left off, Mario and Peach would sleep through the rest of the night and possibly a bit late into the morning because of the eventful night.

It would be a deep and restful sleep that neither of them have experienced in a very long time. Mario is ordinarily a very light sleeper due to his being very aware of his surroundings for his adventures, and Peach tends to stay up late working and then wake up early to prepare for her duties. Yet, after that night with Peach safe beside him, Mario feels so at ease to the point where his body entirely relaxes and allows him to get a full night's sleep. Peach's subconscious senses only security and comfort without even a hint of stress on her mind, and she also gets to rest fully.

Mario would be so unused to this deep sleep that he would wake up quite disoriented and be confused at first as to where he was and what he was doing. But then, seeing Peach snuggled so close, in her soft blankets with her cute little Yoshi plush tucked in with her, everything would come back to him.

The sun would already be rising high, with the sounds of the castles daily functions as well as the birds and breeze outside setting a peaceful ambience. Mario would fret at first, but give in to simply watching Peach sleep for a few precious moments. Her hair all tousled, her face soft and peaceful. During the night, she had curled up beside him and tucked into his side.

It's intimate, and Mario can't help but smile despite the butterflies in his stomach.

However, he is aware that he shouldn't stay with her in her bedroom of all places, no matter how at ease he feels being with her as she rests. He wishes he could protect her just like this every day. But the threat is still present on the castle grounds, and he must see to it that Kamek is deported and will think better of coming back. He planned on convening with the Lieutenant and reorganizing the security arrangement and introducing night shifts. Plus, he has to check in with Luigi.

So he carefully eases away, taking great care to move very slowly as to not disturb the sleeping princess. His hand had rested over hers all night. He gingerly strokes his thumb across her knuckles, and gazes at her face for a long moment before finally shifts out of the bed.

Her room is still an absolute wreck. It's kind of hilarious to sleep so sweetly among such a mess, but as long as she is safe, Mario doesn't mind. He decides to speak to some of the staff about getting her space fixed up for her as he's stepping around some of the broken furniture.

As soon as the door shuts with the softest click, Princess Peach smiles to herself and snuggles deeper into her bed.

[pantherxrogers]

Dating Luca (The Bear Headcanon)

Content warnings: kinda smutty 18+ only, explicit language, there's fluff too :)

A/N: Idc how much screen time Luca got, he has a whole personality in my head LMAO 😩 I hope you guys enjoy more Luca content! This is super short, but I had so much fun writing it 😄 My requests are wide open, so let me know what you'd like to see next! <3 If you liked this, please like/reblog! It means a lot! 😘

Summary: A short headcanon of what I imagine it'd be like to date our fav pastry chef 🥰

Let’s start with the fluffffff 😊

I feel like most of the reason we all love Luca (aside from the fact that Will Poulter plays him) is that he’s so gentle (but have you guys heard the term Stern Brunch Daddy?)

Let’s say you’re not very good at baking, doesn’t matter because he’s fully committed to teaching you. He will literally start with something as basic as baking a cookie from scratch and later making more complex desserts. It doesn’t even matter how long it takes because he just enjoys being around you :’)

Speaking of spending time together, Luca’s love language is defffff quality time.

When he spoke about learning from the chef who was much better than him (Carmy??) it made me think about how much he would enjoy just being around the person he loves. Whether you’re baking, watching a movie, or even napping together, the pair of you are like magnets.

He shares his love of food with you every chance he gets (he wants to combine two of his greatest loves 😭)

Going out to dinner with a chef is always a unique experience, but no matter what he’s letting you choose the restaurant (if he has to choose he'll just wind up cooking something for you at home since he can make it better anyways)

Thinking about how he’d definitely bake a birthday cake for you, spending hours on it because it needs to be perfect 😪 (he could bake a cake in his sleep but this isn’t just ANY cake)

He asks you to sample everything whenever he's coming up with a new menu item, he trusts your judgement and knows you'll be honest with him

When he’s working late, he tells you not to wait up for him (much to your displeasure) but every morning, you wake up to a new dessert in the fridge 🥺

He’s been doing it since you moved in together just because he knows it makes you smile (he’ll even leave little notes behind, sometimes silly, sometimes super sappy) you eat it up regardless

Now for the smutty stuff 😈

In the beginning of your relationship, Luca is SUUUPER shy. Like to the point that you have to literally spell it out that you want him to make a move. 

Like Carmy, he doesn’t really have much time for socializing, so he might miss the cues that you throw at him. 

The first time Luca spends the night at your apartment, he’s sure he’s going to pass out on like three different occasions 

1. When you open the door, you’re wearing a satin robe that leaves very little to the imagination (He’s hard before he even sits down)

2. You’re baking together in the kitchen, taking every opportunity to bend over and "grab a mixing bowl", flashing your lacy thong in the process. 

3. When you move into your bedroom because you’re getting “tired”, you ask him to unhook your bra for you, making a show of sliding the robe down your shoulders. And whoops! It just so happens to fall to the floor. 🤗

By that point, you’re done with the subliminals, pushing your ass back, feeling him straining against his jeans. For a moment, he doesn’t know what to do with his hands (it’d be adorable if you weren’t painfully horny rn)

“Luca, you can touch my boobs if you want to, I swear I won’t mind,” you playfully tease him, shifting into a sigh when his hands immediately connect with your sensitive nipples. 

That’s actually how the both of you found out that manhandling is one of the quickest ways to turn you on

Later in your relationship, he makes a show of tapping your ass (when it’s appropriate of course)

He casually shows his strength a lot because he knows it gets you going (thinking of him picking up those packs of flour 😓)

Both of you love the soft moments too. He’s a passionate lover, so slow, gentle sex is always amazing

Back to our regularly scheduled, fluffy programming 😋

Overall, I see Luca as a sweet, loyal boyfriend. The way he spoke about the chef he shadowed (again, do we think it was Carmy??) it seems like he really values the close relationships in his life

Of course, he values his relationship with you the most, always wanting to be the best version of himself for you (and vice versa) 🥰

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[cinnbar-bun]

Hello ~

Is it possible to request some general SFW/NSFW headcanons for Robin ? Your writing is so good and overall so wholesome it makes my heart melt. 🥺🥺

Have a nice day/night. ❤️

Nico Robin SFW + NSFW HCs

A/n: Aw, thank you for the lovely compliment dear. I hope you enjoy these <3

Note: Reader is GN. The hcs start off kinda angsty at first but gets nicer and happier (since we are dealing with Robin here). We as a society do not deserve Robin.

SFW

Robin is a very elegant and classy woman, and it’s no different when it comes to relationships.

She doesn’t like to push boundaries and often tries not to make too many “bold” moves in the beginning. She prefers to tread carefully when it comes to you, and she’d hate for her to be the one who hurts you.

Honestly it’s kinda difficult for her to express her insecurities in the beginning because she’s grown with the crew, but she feels as if she’s starting from scratch when you two are official. She worries she’ll mess up and hurt you, and then everything she’s done with the Straw Hats will have meant nothing and she was always the trouble everyone was warned about.

Please be kind to her, eventually she’ll fully realize just how much she has grown and that she’s not a devil. Just be verbal with her and tell her what you feel, and she’ll take note of your feelings and preferences.

Robin never really thought of romance in her life, always assuming it was a silly fantasy that would just end up getting her killed. Thus, she can get caught off guard when you do romantic things for her.

She prefers sentimental gifts for this reason. If you write her a poem, no matter how bad it is, she’s treasuring it. Give her an album of memories together? She looks through it almost every night and might decorate it more. When it’s handcrafted, it’s proof that YOU took the time to make something for HER. It’s proof that YOU did this and that YOU really are hers and a part of her life. Something that is so “you” makes her heart beat faster.

Surprise her with random dates or taking the initiative. Yes, I know Robin is the mom figure, and just like a mom, sometimes she needs a mental (and physical) break. If you go to her and say you have dinner reservations at a restaurant or want to take her shopping or to a cafe- the happiness and shock on her face is immense.

She's so used to doing things for others that “princess treatment” is so foreign to her and admittedly, she finds it’s very nice to be taken care of. Surprise dates every once in a while keep her on her toes and are another confirmation to her that you really love her.

But sometimes, it’s nice to just relax beside you. Robin is not too talkative in general, so often you two might spend time reading/doing something in the same room silently or cuddling each other. Robin really lets her guard down with you and it’s such a treat to see her smile so softly and that adoring look in her eyes too-

Side note: can you imagine Robin being so comfortable with you that she may just infodump about history or whatever she’s reading? Oh my god, the way she’s excitedly discussing a historical event or plant or something out loud because you just make her feel so safe until she realizes oops she’s rambling to you then looks up at you only to see you looking and listening at her because you love how happy she looks and how much she loves her job??? She just melts. (I’m melting too I love my wife)

Robin often tilts your chin to her and gives you a peck on your cheek then winks as she walks away.

NSFW

Y’all knew this Robin is ON TOP!!!

I don’t think she’d specifically have a mommy kink but if you called her that she’d chuckle and find it humorous and play along. It does grow on her after a while.

A tease. Truly, she will live up to her moniker of Devil Child with the way she teases you. Whether it’s whispering she’s not wearing any panties or is wearing a certain lingerie you like, or bending down to show off her assets to you, or straight up summoning a hand to touch you discreetly- she’s evil.

But, she is a very rewarding lover, and she, after hours (or what feels like hours) of hell, will finally give you the touches you so crave.

Loves adding sex toys to the mix. Her many hands are wonderful in teasing you further. She admittedly wanders into the sex shops to get something new for you guys to experiment with.

Lingerie isn’t something she wears often, so when she does, that’s a sign she really wants to fuck you or has something special planned for you.

Not a particularly hard dom. She prefers to spoil or at least just use some power dynamics. She won’t beat you black and blue or choke the life outta you- I doubt she would consider doing such a thing. It would take a lot to convince her to get “harder” on you if you are a big masochist.

She tends to leave plenty of hickies on you. But sometimes she leaves one that’s a bit more exposed to others. If you complain about it, she’ll apologize with a smile and say she just didn’t realize- but with the way she’s standing so proudly, it’s more likely she did it on purpose just to tease you again. She’s more possessive than she lets on.

So, we all know she uses her Devil Fruit to tease you. Extra hands and stuff to maybe hold you down or touch you elsewhere- it’s to be expected. Sometimes, though, she gets a bit experimental and (after the time skip) will summon another full clone of herself to get involved in your bedroom activities.

Doesn’t mind threesomes (beyond the ones with a clone of herself), and is willing to try them. Only thing is that they need to be a close confidant of hers, otherwise she’d feel rather awkward or uncertain about their motivations. (Who you want that third person to be is up to your imagination, dear <3)

Aftercare is lovely, and often consists of you two sitting in a bath together. She can’t use her powers in the bath, so this is another way of letting her guard down with you and showing you how much she trusts you.

[softtdaisy]

CHASING CARS - PIERRE GASLY

DESCRIPTION I Sometimes it take an accident to realize what you really want with the person you thought you weren’t in love with

PAIRING I Pierre Gasly × female!reader

WORDS COUNT I 2,2k

A/N I I wanted to write for Pierre, I wrote for Pierre. This might be super messy but I quite love it so I hope you will too 🥺

You hated everything about the situation.

The oppressing silence caused by the many departures from the teams and the public.

The missing noises caused normally by the cars, even when they weren’t racing.

The beatings of your heart being louder because of the stress.

This feeling of being part of a kind of post-apocalyptic disaster.

Knowing you were only a spectator of that whole scene.

°°°

Ever since you started seeing Pierre, you’ve tried to go to as many races as possible. You had a job that, thankfully, allowed you to travel and work from where you wanted to. So, it wasn’t hard for you to adapt your work schedule.

The fun part, if you could call that fun, was that it was harder to deal with Pierre than with your own job.

You didn’t have the easiest relationship. You weren’t even sure you could call this a relationship, technically. You met a few months ago, when one of your closest friends started working for Alpine and invited you to a Grand Prix. He knew you loved Formula One and he loved to tell people in the garage that you were the reason he even considered working here.

“So, we have to thank you for his amazing job?” you heard a voice in your back. You turned around and here he was. Standing here. With his messy hair, his arrogant and flirty smile and his tracksuit knotted around his waist. Pierre looked hot. You couldn’t lie about it. And he knew it.

“You know what they say,” you started, walking near Pierre to face him. “Behind every great man, there is a woman.”

From that moment, Pierre wanted you to be the great woman behind him.

It started with a night together, that same weekend. You were at the bar with the team to celebrate Pierre’s podium. You spend the evening dancing and laughing together, it wasn’t a surprise that you ended up in his bed. It felt like a victory for the both of you, both having a strong attraction for each other. You were the woman he wanted to have. He was the driver you wanted to get.

This is how it all begin. You were meeting you during race weekends and Pierre was coming to your place when he was free. It was a logical and comforting thing. You found peace in each other’s arms and moans. Feelings were not involved. No. Love was not involved. You appreciated Pierre a lot. You whished there was a word to describe someone between a good friend and a lover.

Because he was way more than a friend for you. But Pierre wasn’t your lover. He wasn’t your boyfriend. He was making sure you remember that.

Behind this perfect and paradisaic relationship was hiding the truth: you had more arguments than you should have. There wasn’t a weekend where you wouldn’t fight about anything. Most of the time, those fights would come out of jealousy. The way Pierre looked at the influencers and models invited to the race. How you would laugh with the mechanics to which the French driver would interpret as a flirt conversation. Or sometimes he would just let go his frustration of not qualifying high enough on you. “I’m not your stressed relief doll, Pierre.” You would remind him.

And today, he took it to heart.

You arrived in Australia with Pierre on Monday, so he had time to go to some events and do all the press stuff. As much as you were concerned, expect for the visit part, you spend most of your time in his hotel bedroom. There was always something quiet when you arrived early, like none of this situation was real. He wasn’t a famous driver, and you were just a normal couple enjoying their holidays.

Then the truth hit you hard. Really hard.

The qualification was terrible. Maybe it was the car, maybe it was something else, but it didn’t matter. Cause in the end, the conclusion was still the same: Pierre was eliminated in Q1. And he was angry about that result. He didn’t talk to anybody in the garage and avoided you for the rest of the afternoon.

Innocently, you thought it wouldn’t change your plan for Saturday’s night. When you were there, you and Pierre would order some food and enjoy a peaceful night in the hotel room. You didn’t want to go out or anything, since fans and journalists were everywhere. It was a way of relaxing him before the race.

So, when Pierre finally came back, much later than he usually does, you had everything prepared. But the look he gave you let you know it wasn’t going to be as easy as you thought. “I already eat,” he said in an emotionless tone. He never does that. Worse, he never goes anywhere without letting you know. Especially when you’re waiting for him. Because he knew you would.

You got up immediately. “Wait a minute, Gasly.” You managed to grab his arm before he went to the bathroom. “Where were you?”

“Nowhere that concerned you.” He replied, shrugging. “You always see you’re not my stress relief doll. So, I made you sure you wouldn’t have to deal with this.” But it didn’t sound as gentle and compassionate as it seemed like.

There was something in his eyes. Something you knew pretty well. Because you had the opportunity to see it anytime you were spending time together. Or, more exactly, when your bodies were together.

You couldn’t believe it. How could you be stupid enough to wait for a man who was doing God knows what with someone that wasn’t you? “Go to hell.” You mumbled, punching him away. The worst part was that Pierre didn’t even flinch. He didn’t move. He barely looked at you. It was like you didn’t matter at all. Almost like you never ever did. And he just wanted to be alone tonight.

Which was, maybe, the only truth in all the thing he wanted you to believe that night.

You almost didn’t stay for the race. You were this close to book a plane to go back home and miss everything. But was Pierre really the only thing that made you want to watch a Formula One race? You couldn’t accept that. You couldn’t give him that much credit.

So, you stayed. And watched the beginning of the race from the grandstand. You tried to be another normal fan among the others. Screamed with them when the cars were coming near you. Listening to their complains, laughing to some jokes. You thought you could enjoy the race peacefully.

Or so you did.

Because then it happened. You watched one Alpine being hit by another car. Rolling over. And over. And over. Until it stopped. And you finally saw the number 10 on it.

You remember everything. The noise the car made when it got hit. The noises it made when they both rolled over. The silence in the public when everyone was watching it in disbelief. The silence when the other cars stopped.

Then you remember nothing.

All you knew was that you were still there, hours later, sitting in silence. Trying to calm your mind down but it kept screaming horrible thoughts. How ironic that in a place where it’s a loud because of the cars the only thing making noises was your brain.

Your eyes were locked on the scene. Where there were still proofs of the car accident. From there, you could even see some of the Alpine’s paint on the road. Like it got teared apart. Just like your heart.

Two of your senses being focused on what happened, you didn’t notice the person coming and sitting next to you.

“You’re still here?” it was a stupid question. Of course, you were. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to see you and talk to you. But Pierre didn’t know what to say after what happened last night. He feels like, if he was in an RPG, he would have lost all his friendship progression bar with you and had to start all over again.

You couldn’t even turn to look at him. There was so much going on inside your head right now. The memories from last night’s fight, his words, his look…and then today’s accident. The surprise, the stress, the fear… “I thought I had lost you.” You whispered, almost like a thought leaving your mouth by accident.

“I watched the accident” you continued, finally finding the strength to make proper sentences, and organizing your thoughts. “I watched it. I felt…useless. You were down there. I thought you were dead, and I was just watching it. I couldn’t do anything. And all that I could think about was that I told you to go to hell last night. That I didn’t enjoy one last night with you. One last moment. I thought it wasn’t fair. And I felt selfish because it wasn’t even the thought of you being in an accident that I found unfair. It was that I didn’t have a moment with you.”

Through all your speech, Pierre held your hand. You didn’t even notice until he started caressing your skin softly. To encourage you. To prove you he was there now. “Glad to know my dick is more important than my life to you” he joked, and you hit him in the shoulder. “Ah, that was I needed. A good hit in the shoulder just where I got hurt.” He laughed again. He added a kiss in your hair just before you realized what he said.

“You, what?” you finally turned around to see him. And you had to be honest: he looked terrible. Pierre had some bruises on his arms, and you noticed the bandage on his shoulder sticking out of his shirt. He looked exhausted, with small eyes and a tired smile. But he was there. It was all that mattered in the end.

“Nothing too serious. I should be able to race in two weeks, so.” he was taking it better than you thought. But maybe the idea of being here and not in the hospital was helping.

“Listen,” he started, holding your hand tighter. “I’m sorry. For making you believe that I was with someone else yesterday. I was mad at me, at the world but certainly not at you. But I couldn’t…be there, act nice when all I wanted was punch some walls and drink more than I should. It was easier to make you leave than pretend to be fine. You always complain about me treating you like a stress relief doll.”

You sighed. “Idiot, I do that when you’re being mean to me when I did nothing. You don’t have to be fine all the time. You can be angry and sad or whatever emotions you want to feel, and I can help you. In a healthy way.”

You saw the surprise on his face. Like you said some magic words he didn’t expect. “Because…you still want me?” you could hear the hope in his voice. And it hurt you to answer honestly: “I don’t know.”

“You don’t…know?” he frowned.

You were now the one holding his hand, playing with his fingers to try and distract him. Or maybe making him accept what you were trying to say. “The way I got scared of losing you made me realize how much I cared about you Pierre. More than I ever did. It’s not a simple friendship or agreement or I don’t know what. I…appreciate you. And the truth is, if you can’t offer me a real relationship…I’m not sure I want to stay around. I deserve better. We both deserve better.”

You were convinced Pierre would agree with you. Saying you were right and that you should both start looking for someone that would offer the love you deserved. That it wasn’t fair for you to stay around when he wasn’t giving you what you were looking for. Maybe he wouldn’t agree and then it would just end badly. But you really thought it was the ending. You, leaving this place alone.

“I thought about this too.” He answered. “During the accident.”

“You had time to think while your car was doing all that stuff?”

“Yeah, you got me. During and after.” He laughed and he noticed the little smile on your face. “All I could picture when I thought it was…maybe the end for me, was you. You over here. And the idea of leaving you alone…boy I couldn’t accept that. I couldn’t leave you. And when I realized that I was still pretty much alive…I knew I couldn’t let you go. I had to keep you. I had to…love you. For real.”

This. Was definitely not on your scenario card. Pierre, the man you always knew as loving his single life and not wanted not to commit to a real relationship, admitting he wanted to be with you. For real.

“So… We might need to work on this but I think we can have a real thing.” He added, coming closer to you.

“Relationship.” You said. “Not a real thing. A relationship.”

“Relationship,” he laughed before finally putting his other hand on your face and kiss you.

This kiss was like no other. It wasn’t passionate, trying to prove something to the other. It was just real. Like a promise. Like the start of something new.

The start of a real relationship.

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[creedslove]

Hello darling! I was wondering if ur taking requests👀 if you are, here’s mine: how do you Javi P would react to reader been in danger? I was thinking on situations like a car accident or even been kidnapped😭 I can’t help but imagine all the angst and the comforting he would give to the reader🥺

i LOVE your work, btw!

Javier Peña x f!reader

A/N: hi besties, I put the two of them together because they are very similar as the thirst for Javi is so real 😭

• Javi might look rough and tough and he kinda is, he knows getting hurt is part of the job and if he could save everyone he would, but since he can't do it, he just adopted the indifferent attitude and moved on with his life

• but not to you, never to you

• he could be indifferent and not care about anything at all, but not you, he simply couldn't accept the possibility of you ever getting hurt

• so Javi was extremely protective of you, to the point it could be even kind of annoying but you understood he meant well

• he would always get your back and you would feel safe but your job was dangerous and shit happened

• so when you got hurt, Javi was a puddle of worry and guilt

• he began raging the minute you were hit and he used his fury to avenge you, nearly killing the guy who dared hurt you

• and then he flew to your side, not leaving it unless the doctors demanded him in order to examine you

• he would stay with you in the hospital all the time, even if you asked him to go home and rest, he wouldn't do it, instead, he would just stay with you

• even his beard would begin to grow because he would spend longer with you than at home

• he would look at you with those puppy eyes filled with guilt and it would shatter your heart

"Javi, don't be upset, I'm okay, it was barely a scratch, mi amor"

• but Javi wasn't having it and he apologized to you many times, even after you asked him to stop apologizing, he still did it, not verbally this time, but rather with actions and assurance

• he would sneak in food so you would have a snack in between meals because he wanted you to eat more; he would bring you your favorite blankets and also flowers too

• he would be so sweet like you'd never seen, the way he would be calling you cariño, mariposa, mi amor, etc and melting your heart

• he would rest his head on your lap while you lay in the hospital bed and close his eyes as you played with his messy hair, all in order to feel you closer

• and once you got discharged he would take you to his home and treat you like a damn princess

• I swear that man wouldn't even let you lift a glass of water, all in order to take care of you, because he loved you so much and couldn't even think of the possibility he could have lost you, so he promised he would take care of you for the rest of your life

____

[actuallysaiyan]

Hello!! Your posts haven’t showed in my feed in a while, i missed you 🥺

I saw you are doing a Valentine’s Day Event and wanted to request if you could maybe write prompt N°1 or N°2 (chocolates OR the one in which one of them wants to spend the day alone) with Turles, nsfw if possible 🤓☝️

With love,

turles simp

warnings: smut, Turles learning to be a good lover, masturbation, kissing word count: 1.1k pairings: Turles x Fem!Reader summary: Turles thinks Valentine's Day is dumb and wants to spend the day alone, but soon he realizes it's a dumb idea to do that and hates making you sad.

“Do we really have to?” Turles asks, a frown on his face. You’re so upset about what you’re hearing. You had a very romantic day planned, but you couldn’t really expect the Saiyan to say yes.

“No, I suppose we don’t.”

He smirks at you. He knows better than to cancel these plans with you, but he doesn’t understand what the big fuss is about this day. He’s tried to wrap his head around these Earthly holidays, but none of them even seem to make sense. 

“Look, it just seems pointless to me.” 

There’s a moment before you just sigh and tell him to forget it. You don't want to argue with him about it, but you couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t completely breaking your heart. So instead, you decide to go get ready for your dinner plans without Turles. Maybe if he saw all the effort you were putting into it, he might realize his mistake and want to come with you. So you make your way into the bedroom, opening up the closet and pulling out the dress you picked specifically for tonight.

If anything, you know you can make your Saiyan ache for you. Once he sees just how alluring you are, he won’t want to leave you alone. Maybe you can coax him into at least spending time with you instead of sulking alone. Turles hasn’t been the happiest since he’s surrendered and decided to stay on earth.

As you get ready for your dinner plans, Turles realizes that you’re going through with your plans with or without him. At first, it really angers him, but the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that maybe it wasn’t his best move to just leave you alone on the night that seems so special to you. He may not understand it all himself, but it does seem important to you that you two spend the night together as a couple.

Yet, he’s still stubborn. He doesn’t want to go out anywhere. He’s not sure why you can't just stay home together. He hates admitting that going out and doing things as a couple while on earth kind of intimidates him. It’s just not the way that Saiyans usually act. And he’s got too much of an ego to even tell you about this. So while you get ready for the dinner plans, he begins wracking his brain for some sort of idea to keep you in.

The warm water feels good on your body, soothing the difficult emotions that you’re working on deep inside. Ever since you and Turles got together, things like this weren’t just going to work out naturally. With him being a Saiyan, he’s got so much to learn about being in a relationship with a human. He’s got so much to learn about just being here after he’s done so much damage to this place already.

You wonder if it was even for the best to fall in love with someone like him, but your heart feels heavy and full of sadness whenever you think of letting him go. He’s shown you such tender moments, and even when he fucks up, he’s so quick to learn the ways to make it all better. You begin to think about all the wonderful times you’ve spent with him. Turles isn’t a bad person, he’s just misguided a lot. He’s come a long way from when he didn’t have the best ideas in mind.

Turles makes sure you’re still in the shower before he gets to work. He finds some of the roses you decided to buy the other day. He takes one in his large hands, cursing as the thorns prick him, and he scatters the petals from the bathroom door to the bedroom. Once inside the bedroom, he shuts the door behind him. He puts your dress back in the closet, noticing just how sexy it would have looked on your body.

Then he sprinkles a few more rose petals onto the bed. He remembers seeing this in one of the romance movies you watch. Turles thinks this is tacky and corny, but he knows he has to do something to remedy what’s going on. The way you had said it was fine to cancel your plans, it didn’t seem fine at all. Turles hates seeing you upset and even if he has to do something like this that seems demeaning and embarrassing to him, he’ll do it to make you happy.

He settles on the bed, his body on full display. Turles begins to imagine what you look like while showering. He’s spent many times in the shower with you, and every time it excites him like nothing else. The warm water cascading down both your bodies, the clean scent filling the air. And of course, he’s allowed to use his big hands to caress and wash you all over. The soap on your beautiful body just does things to him.

“Fuck…” he groans as he feels his cock getting harder. It’s beginning to leak precum and he knows he needs to begin taking care of it.

You gasp as you push the door open and see your hunky Saiyan lying on the bed. His eyes are half-open, filled with lust. You watch as his fist strokes up and down his leaking cock, and you notice how full his balls look right now. You place your fists on your hips, an angry look on your face.

“What happened to you staying home?! I thought you didn’t wanna do anything for Valentine’s Day!”

Turles chuckles mischievously, and he makes his way over to you. His cock bobs up and down as he steps across the room and wraps his arms around you. It takes very little time for him to kiss you, making your head spin at the way it’s so passionate and hungry at the same time.

“I guess I was wrong about wanting to stay alone tonight,” Turles admits, a soft blush on his face.

You cup his cheeks, pulling him in for your own passionate and hungry kiss. He grunts as you drop the towel wrapped around you, pressing your soft body up against his. You’re more than happy to spend the night together, just basking in the glow of intimacy like this.

“I was stupid to not want to spend this time with you,” he whispers in your ear before nipping at your neck. “Now, let me lay you down on this bed and ravish you until you forget your own name. Sound good to you, huh, pretty girl?”

[aarafox]

On Stolitz, Desire and Misunderstandings

I’ve thought about them so much for the past few days that I just have to put my thoughts somewhere. This might be far from structured/coherent but contains everything that has been running around in my brain lately. Feel free to interact with me about this because they’re driving me insane (in a positive way).

Quick disclaimer: I’ve watched everything in nearly one sitting a few days ago and am new to the fandom, so I might be unaware of commonly known info or things the creators have said or confirmed. If you come across any of my questions that have been answered already, please forgive me for not knowing and feel free to enlighten me! Let’s begin~

 The main thing that got me thinking about this so much is Blitz’s line in ep 7 when he brings Stolas home after their failed date: “Don’t act like what we have is anything but you wanting me to fuck you, okay? You make that really clear, all the time.”

But the thing is, he is wrong. We as the viewer know this, how Stolas chokes on his food when he sees that Blitzy calls, how he lunges to pick up the phone and how his eyes turn into little hearts when he hears the question. If anything, Stolas is smitten with Blitz.

He even calls Gabriella a “mood” when she asks Alejandro why he won’t love her. It’s indisputable that he’s thinking about Blitz here.

And how much he actually likes Blitz becomes even more clear to us at the start of season 2, when they’re kids. Stolas falls in love at first sight and blushes several times.

And then, 25 years later, he is delighted to meet Blitz again. After the initial (joking?) assumption that Blitz has come here to “ravish him”, he tries to make gentle conversation and asks him how he’s been. Blitz is the one who decides to initiate sexual relations—that is, he pretends to start it, and decides to keep it up when he hears Stolas chirp about how happy he is that it’s his “first ever friend” who wants to do him. But Stolas, before this, was surprised by Blitz’s advances and unsure how to react. Stolas, if anything, has to believe that Blitz is very sexually attracted to him.

That is why Blitz’s line in episode 7 fascinates me this much; one would think the reverse of what he says is true. Stolas has no reason whatsoever to believe that Blitz ever wanted more from him than sex/the grimoire, especially with how their relations began. So it strikes me that apparently, to Blitz, it hurts him to think that Stolas wants nothing else from him. He even begins to cry there in the van as he begins to reject the prince.

See the tears in his eyes? Why is that? Is he embarrassed? Angry? Does he feel guilty for putting Stolas in a “disgraceful” picture? Is he thinking about entirely different things that happened to him in the past?

And Stolas cries when Blitz is gone, because, well, he does think of Blitz as more than a sex friend. He was so excited to be asked out by him, he made himself look pretty, tried his best to make conversation with him, thought Blitz was actually taking him on their first date ever! He thought Blitz had called him out because he wanted to spend time with him, so he did his best to make the date a success, but all he received from Blitz was, well, nothing… He even tried to end the night on a more positive note by asking Blitz to come inside for something other than sex, perhaps to drink some wine and talk about what happened (or watch a movie, or cuddle 🥺). But when he hears that his sentiment of just wanting to spend time together has never come across—not now, not ever before—and Blitz actually believes Stolas just wants to frolic, that’s when Stolas leaves it for what it is and ends up crying.

(God I feel so bad for him, my heart)

And he spends a LONG time trying to show Blitz, via his texts, that sex is not the only thing that he’s after.

But he only gets one-word responses from Blitz. Nothing, literally nothing to keep going on. It’s no wonder he loses faith in that whatever they had could ever be anything more. And Blitz probably has commitment issues or is afraid of things not working out and he ends up keeping Stolas at a distance—until it’s too late.

And it just kills me that he does care about Stolas but somehow won’t admit it, won’t show it. And yet he sounds so hurt there in that van, when he accuses Stolas of merely wanting to be his sex friend. And he actually cries. For that reason, and for many other reasons not all clearly laid out for us.

Meanwhile Stolas has been crushing on him for 25 years. It’s only natural for him to propose the deal they made: he wants Blitz to be close to him (and he assumes Blitz enjoyed sex with him that first time, since he slept there for the entire night while at first only claiming he could do it “real fast”) and Blitz wants his grimoire. This is the perfect way for Stolas to get Blitz to be with him, because, frankly, he doesn’t have many other reasons to meet up with him. So they make this deal: Stolas gets to be together with him for once a month, and Blitz gets the grimoire. Perfect right?

Except when Stolas discovers that Blitz doesn’t even begin to know how much Stolas actually cares. That’s why he keeps sending those long texts, he tries so hard to let Blitz know they could be doing anything else and he’d love that too. That night after the date he already begins with those attempts, by telling him he enjoyed spending time with Blitz and suggesting things to do inside which Blitz misunderstands for him trying to get him into his bed.

But damn, if that was all Stolas was after, he wouldn’t get so depressed that he’d drink until passing out. He is heartbroken. And somehow, for some reason, so is Blitz. The first thing he does when he gets home is opening his phone to a selfie he took of them while Stolas was asleep.

And others have pointed this out as well, but Stolas doesn’t know about this picture and that Blitz smiled while he took it. On all the pictures Stolas has of Blitz, Blitz looks like he’s not enjoying himself at all.

So what must he think when he sends Blitz his reply that he could be in the hospital for a while in case he wants to visit, and Blitz doesn’t answer?

Well, that Blitz doesn’t want to come. That he doesn’t care enough.

Indeed, if there’s anyone who hasn’t been showing his true feelings or intentions, it’s Blitz. Stolas compliments him, calls him darling and “his” Blitzy, makes himself pretty for their date, and (for instance in ep 2 of season 2) blushes big time multiple times.

He’s had it bad for Blitz for ages, but he (correctly? incorrectly?) concludes that this is not mutual. And he has every reason to think so! Blitz treats their sexy adventures as a business transaction, is all serious and stoic to Stolas about it except for the rare occasion where he does show how much he likes it, like after Stolas rescues him from the demon hunters and he grins and seduces Stolas before kissing him.

But the times when Blitz talks about them to others? Those are moments Stolas doesn’t know about and doesn’t get to see, like when Blitz talks to Striker and stutters like mad trying to explain what they are and aren’t. He never outright says that they’re not dating. He doesn’t even deny Millie’s words when she says they’re boyfriends.

(M&M totally know I’m wheezing)

It just drives me insane how Blitz isn’t honest with his feelings, especially towards Stolas. He probably chooses to believe that Stolas only wants to have sex with him, because that’s more convenient and safer for him, and enables him to keep Stolas at a distance.

Perhaps that is why he never properly responds to Stolas’s texts, never jumps to the opportunity to agree to Stolas’s indirectly asked questions or suggestions. Getting closer might be a bad idea somehow—but after those texts he has to understand what the prince’s intentions are, right? They just don’t talk about it at all; we also aren’t told whether they still do it or not, or just exchange the book like Stolas’s texts suggest. This is striking compared to season 1, where we got scenes of them in bed or talking about their next meet up.

It isn’t until Stolas’s life is in actual danger when Blitz begins to realise how much he cares.

“He can get hurt?” His eyes are trembling with disbelief. After that he finally sends Stolas a text first, and then begins typing again, and stops. I imagine he started typing a yes, but stops himself for some reason. I really hope they’ll show us what Blitz was thinking in that moment. Why would he not go to see Stolas? Because he feels guilty? Because he’s afraid he’ll start caring even more when he sees him wounded in that bed?

But again, for Stolas this just means that he doesn’t care, and the poor owl curls up and turns away from his phone.

[k-dokja]

Hey i saw ur texting hcs with danny & jake and they're cute cute.. sooo may i request one but w/ eli?

he has like two modes with you, “cute, attentive boyfriend” and “confused dad doing his best”

on one hand, he will text you first thing in the morning because he wishes to be the first person you think about. he’s not at all shy about his feelings once you’re together. man has zero fear of cringe, will spam the shit out of 🥺 to make his point across.

on another, he will be doing grocery shopping and sending you two brands of formulas with glaring difference but somehow he’s still “???” anyway. if you’re lucky, this might blend into a new type “husband you never married but somehow have.” which isn’t as nice as it sounds

”baby do you see where’s my wallet :(“ “🥹 i broke the broom trying to clean.” “can you grab more salt on your way here” sir she doesn’t even live with you.

please help him he’s crying (inside)

send you a lot of pictures throughout the day, the media of your chat is just 80% his pictures. since the day he was enlightened by reaction memes, now his folder is just full of them. man has wonderful comedic timing for someone who doesn’t have proper social skill.

texting with you is totally different from texting his friends though. he’s really straightforward with sally and warren. he only says what’s necessary then leaves the conversation there.

also gets passive aggressive with warren sometimes when warren says something dumb of ass in the manner of “:)) if :)) you :)) sure :)) about :)) that :))” very unnerving

but completely sweet with you. want to text you all day if possible. he knows the two of you aren’t always in the position to call (he will definitely take calling over texting) so he compromises by texting throughout the day. yes, he’s clingy… when he has time to be like that.

straight up the type to use exclusively the Smile Emojis to express his emotions. 😀 (I See.) 😃 (okay, confirmed) 😄 (happy, especially for u) 😁 (I Will Kill You) 😆 (that’s silly but funny) 🙂 (you done fucked up) 🙃 (You. Are. Done.)

these are exclusive to you: ☺️😊😇😌😋🥰. he’s so grossly biased when it comes to you that you don’t even know where to begin.

worker eli underneath the cut

tries so hard to ignore your text message because he knows if you asked, he’d say fuck all and run back to you

his texts become supremely dry even when he replies. he’s maintaining distance please don’t make him weak.

always has to resist the compulsive urge to reply to you with his usual attitude with you so he avoids you altogether to not be tempted.

reads your old messages a lot despite all that?? he’s a sentimental fool no matter how he acts like. he typed out a bunch of text messages he wants to send to you but always either delete or save them to draft

never accepts your call again after the first time. hearing you asking him about his actions basically shattered him. he’s not strong enough to resist you, so he has to put down barrier.

there are nights when he just spends a whole hour looking at your online status and wonders if he should do something about it then he doesn’t do anything.

(sad eli noises)

[kunekojo]

Would they fall in love at first sight or would it be slow burn and why and how do they confess if the reader is oblivious for szayel, mayuri and adult uryu ? Fluff plz

Also thx for the follow 🥺

You’re welcome!!! I need to make more bleach moots 🥹🥹🥹 thank you so much for being my first request btw, this means a whole lot to me! I hope you enjoy this!!!

Love at first sight/slow burn with Szayel, Mayuri and Uryu(adult)

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Mayuri Kurotsuchi

With him, it’s pure slow burn.

At first, he’ll treat you just like he treats everyone else, but right when you indicate the tiniest bit of curiosity in his projects, he’ll be overjoyed.

His experiments are his pride and it’s pretty rare for any of the soul reapers to show the slightest bit of interest in them. Yet when you do, he’ll take you and show you absolutely everything while stating the smallest details, convinced you won’t last for too long. His intellect isn’t for everyone and it’s not his problem.

But the problem is, you don’t leave. A little unexpected but he’s sure you’ll leave, eventually.

But again, you don’t. You find everything about his experiments so fascinating that you just hang around because you genuinely enjoy it. You find him impressive enough that you can’t quit witnessing his psyche.

You’re not a scientist yourself but learning about these things takes a hold of you so much that you find yourself together in his lab with him oftentimes.

And believe me, you end up spending a looot of time with him. So much that everyone is kind of worried but that's not an issue.

The more time you spend with him, the more you begin developing ideas and you're not ashamed to spill your mind. Of course, he might be a bit cruel while correcting you but hey, this is his style, right? You can't be right about everything, but he's kind of encouraging you in a weird way to keep at it.

Still, he finds it a little fascinating how you hang around him, indulging yourself in his domain. After all, his mind is so vast, how can people not do that?

Little by little, you take after him and it impresses him greatly, so much that he's kind of developing a little something something for you but he can't exactly grasp what, hell he just thinks you've specialized yourself. Maybe it’s just mutual respect with how much you've evolved but oh boy, it's so much greater than that.

First, You'll notice he's actually letting you take part in his research as he does his lil mad scientist thing but hey, perhaps this means you’re finally able to attend to these, so good job.

Second, he'll tend to care about your well-being in battles. Thing he normally doesn't mind. As a soul reaper, you must give your all, even if it means your life, but he makes a little exception with you.

He can't explain to himself why and will try to find logical reasons for this odd behavior he's undergoing. But the more time you spend with him, it intensifies, sending him to spiral over this nonsense.

Then at some point, he needs someone as a test subject and while you offer yourself, he denies it, giving a rather weird explanation that rather makes sense but doesn't. You don't pay much attention to it because duh, you understand he knows better, you won't just question his decision despite not entirely agreeing to it, but the problem is he questions it himself

For some time the odd change he's sensing goes away, but everything shifts when you bring something for him on his birthday and he doesn't reject it. He might in fact look at it frequently. Why would he even accept something like this? Something, this insignificant. It's so frustrating, but he's got to search for an answer on his own.

This thing eats at him so much that he goes all the way to make throughout tests on himself and see wherever there's an after-effect to his experiments but it's not. The chemicals in his brain incline towards the possibility of behavior so much greater than plain respect, a little investment in you.

Simply put, he likes you a little but will run a few more tests to make sure, and they all come positive, again. He can't deny his own results at this point, but he has to accept whatever this is and work with it

Some more time later after (after days of analyzing), there's improvement on his side (he's accepted)

But you fall victim to a virus during battle and he does his utmost to generate an antidote for you and it drives him crazy when he almost loses which is unacceptable. It's the sudden fear of loss that astonished him, he's never felt that before but it’s a huge game changer between you two

This event makes him consider experimenting on you just so there wouldn't be any more chances of you dying on him

Afterward, once you're refreshed and up, you decide to thank him for saving your life and he makes an odd comment, something along the line “you better stay by my side for the rest of your time.” which you can't get at first but with time, it makes sense

Uryu Ishida (adult)

Uryu’s on the spectrum of love at first sight instead but with a tiny bit of slow burn

He generally protects and saves other women but when he meets you as you're proving you’re able to do that on your own. he acknowledges it. He can’t lie to himself and not agree he’s a little intrigued by it, but will still tend to overprotect you out of instinct

Your whole personality snatches his attention and he can't help but think about you a little, especially with how nice you are so expect him to not take his eyes off you when you seem to be in troubke

You find his carefulness precious but will constantly remind him it's not like you're helpless, but you do appreciate his care and it's what draws you to spend time with him

Despite his quietness, he's really enjoyable to hang around and you both do find a few things to talk about and they do expand quicker than he anticipated

There's just something about your being that draws him to you so much that he can't really imagine not having you around but he rejects the idea of this possibility

Then you praise him for something he did for you and it's done

Face flushed, he won't be able to take you off his mind and the first rational explanation to this oddness is that... He might have a crush on you?? If this is how crushes work.

He denies it but does take it into consideration. Everyone goes through this kind of feeling but isn't it a little different??

He has to go to Orihime and inquire about this, behavior just to confirm his hypothesis and it does

He doesn't know how to handle the news and it's somehow harder to be around you with these newfound feelings but you somehow manage to soothe him which is incredible

But he won’t just plainly state his feelings, especially that he’s not aware if you share them too. It wouldn’t even be proper to address this issue of his since you don’t seem to have some feelings as well

But god it eats at him so much that you start noticing it a little and he panics momentarily while trying to act cool about it

Still, it worries you so much that you’re sure he’s going through a bad period and you must be there for him, to listen to him, completely oblivious that this is only happening when you’re around

Maybe he trusts you enough to show his true colors in front of you!

The more time passes, the more he can't hold it inside anymore, and out of the blue, he requests you two have a talk about an important matter

You're worried sick about it and accept his invitation but when he can hardly find his words, you stare at him confused, urging him to tell you what's troubling so you could help him

“What?? No, nothing’s going on in my family, it's just that-” “just what? Please Uryu, tell me, don't bottle up your emotions. I'm here to listen. There's no shame in having family problems” “No it's not that.” “Are you sure?”

Your hand placed on his shoulders is what pushes him to the last straw

“There’s nothing wrong about my family.” “Then about who?” “You. I like you”

His words stun you but he's quick to explain his love feelings, confessing he had kind of fallen for you from the start

Szayel

Another pure slow burn similar in some ways to Mayuri

It all begins when you’re placed to work under him by Aizen himself. When you two first meet, he's not phased by your presence but takes it as it is, especially since Aizen pointed out that the choice of putting you alongside him isn't baseless

He's rather curious why though, a little convinced there might be a faulty reason to it but for that confirmation, he must put you through all sorts of trials

Yet when you pass these little mind tricks, he doesn't deny it. So you're worthy enough to witness his absolute genius

You catch up with his ideas pretty quickly which is intriguing. Your drive to help him achieve whatever’s on his mind is of great benefit to him and he does take advantage of it

Truthfully, as long as you're useful you're good to hold around.

You two spend quite a lot of time together and you get to see parts of him Aizen has never told you about, so your intrigue makes you show more of you as well

He might not make it seem like he cares but he does keep in mind everything, just chooses not to give further thought to it for now

All that time also comes with different experiments which start mild and are easy to handle but the more he increases them, you start showing signs of difficulties but your urge to keep them going amazes him

So you're not perfect after all, then he should make you perfect. He deemed you worthy in the beginning, so he must keep you that way to the end. You don't even protest and he welcomes your reply

There's something odd about the way you let him do anything for the sake of research. It's not like you do it as a mindless puppet, but as someone who understands his means to some extent

It draws him closer to you but again, he does not give much thought to it

Then at some point, one of his experiments goes bad and puts you in a sort of critical condition and he does everything to undo it

Why would he even do that? It's simple, he needs you and your psyche, he can't afford to lose such a significant piece, one who listens to every command

Also maybe he's grown attached to you and the realization itches deep inside his mind until it's knocking at the door

He enjoys the way you go to the extent of putting yourself in danger but it's not like he’ll allow that to happen. He needs you healthy and well, and not only for his experiments

Your input is always spot on so he praises you when you come up with ideas to boost his brainstorming and that means a lot to him

You're in fact an important piece in his eyes and he'll do everything to ensure your growth and your safety

You also begin showing him equal signs of attachment and care for him, which he can hardly digest because of the suddenness

But he can't deny his growing feelings of comfort and deep trust around you, practically giving a hint of a feeling much more evolved than previously

It's when you manage to do an experiment of yours without his help that he places the palm of his hand on your head, as his soft-spoken words seize your focus

“I love the way you've evolved, and I wish to see your astounding skills bloom so much further.”

[riddle-rosethorns]

Its Valencia~!!!

Tell me more about Jade and Ismund's love story 🥺

Hi again, Valencia!! Thank you for the ask! I would love the opportunity to ramble about my boys.

Ismund and Jade first met due to sharing their classes with each other. They're both sophomores in Class E, and their adjacent numbers (Ismund being No. 12 and Jade being No. 13) meant that they ended up sitting next to each other in the majority of their lectures.

Ismund wasn't really sure how to feel about Jade at first. He'd never encountered a merman in person before and, needless to say, he found Jade's sharp teeth and striking eyes to be somewhat menacing. However, his initial impression was quickly thrown aside when Jade proved to be very polite and courteous. He was also one of the few students to be neither intimidated or put-off by Ismund's cold demeanor, which piqued Ismund's interest rather quickly.

When the Club Fair eventually rolled around, Ismund knew Mountain Lovers Club was his ideal choice. His kingdom was practically surrounded by mountains and skiing was one of his favorite pastimes. It was only natural he'd be interested in exploring them further, given he didn't have much freedom to do so back home. It just so happened that Jade was the leader and sole member of the club, which led to the two of them spending a lot more time together outside of class.

Jade, of course, was happy to find someone else who appreciated the beauty of nature and the mountains almost as much as he did. Ismund seemed more than happy to indulge Jade's interest in the edible flora and fungi native to Sage's Island; he was eager to learn more, as well as offer bits of knowledge regarding the mountainous environment of his home.

The two begin taking hikes together almost every week and eventually, Jade brings Ismund to his favorite clearing: a lush, grassy area rife with native wildflowers and mushrooms. It's absolutely breathtaking and unlike anything Ismund could've found in the frozen forests of his home. When he glances over at Jade and sees the way the dappled sunlight plays across his smiling face, Ismund feels his heart tighten. As hard as he's tried not to get attached, Ismund is a hopeless romantic at heart, and so is quick to realize exactly what this feeling is: a crush.

Following this realization, Ismund begins trying to distance himself from Jade. He stops attending club activities and refuses to engage in conversation with Jade unless it is class-related. He's grown up believing that he is a danger to everyone around him and that the only way to protect the people he loves is to push them away, so it's only logical for him to do the same with Jade.

Later that school year (for reasons I won't get into in this post), Ismund overblots. Yuu and our typical band of heroes obviously must try to defeat him, but they're unable to figure out where he's gone, as he had previously fled Night Raven following an incident with his ice magic. Jade is the only one with a suspicion as to where he might be and, in exchange for the information, insists on accompanying the group. They find Ismund in the very same clearing where he realized his feelings for Jade, now covered in frost and snow, and are eventually able to subdue him.

Following his overblot recovery, Ismund finally decides to discuss his feelings with Jade. He's taken the time to realize that putting up walls to keep people out is exactly what caused him to reach such a fragile emotional state in the first place, and that fear is no reason to avoid forming close relationships with others. Apparently, a near-death experience is exactly the kick in the ass he needed to be honest with his own feelings.

Ismund, petrified of rejection after all the trouble he's put Jade through, steels himself and confesses to Jade the next time he comes to visit him in the infirmary. He fully expects for Jade to respond with disinterest or disgust; instead, Jade kisses Ismund's gloveless knuckles in a gesture of both trust and reciprocation. How could he not feel the same about someone so strong, beautiful, and willing to indulge his passions?

They've been dating ever since! This is basically their dynamic as a couple.

[ssahotchnerr]

domestic aaron hotchner thoughts coming right up …

okay okay okay so, going clothes shopping and hotch tags along 🥺🥺🥺 and it’s becoming a thing because 💕💖💗 quality time is a love language 💗💖💕 and he’s such a workaholic (you love him anyway) but any free time he has, you immediately want to spend together, even if it’s doing something a mundane as clothes shopping. only !! it’s so endearing the way aaron follows you from store to store and he’s just showering you with affection n compliments (he’s just so enamored by you). and just when you think you couldn’t love him any more, he pushes a dress into your hands and asks if you’ll try it because he thinks that color would just look so pretty on you 🥺🦋 (and then that one item turns into a pile of items) and the whole while you’re trying things on he’s waiting outside the dressing room waiting for you to come out and give him a lil fashion show, my HEART.

clothes shopping with him would be the sweetest 🥺

the very first time, he’s home just lounging around - you mention you have to run out to get a few things and you’ll be back in an hour or two. but he immediately gets up and says that he wants to go 🥹 hehe of course you want him to tag along <333 why wouldn’t you?! BUT first you’re like - “are you sure honey?? you might be bored” his response is giving you that smile that’s only reserved for you, and says i’m very sure :D since the he never knows when work is gonna take him away from you >:( he'll take advantage of every opportunity to spend time with you <3

hehe he just follows you around like a lost puppy but with a purpose at the same time <333 he’s more than happy to give his opinion when you ask him his thoughts on a sweater, a dress, and it gets to a point where you’re like “aaron.🙄🥰 you can’t keep telling me everything is nice. i might as well buy out the whole store at this point.” — you even pointed out the utmost ugliest sweater, just to see what he would say, and received positive feedback. he literally can’t stop complimenting you <3 and he just simply says- “well it’s not my fault everything would look amazing on you.” 🥰 and AH giving him a little fashion show <3333 his face is the equivalent to a kid in a candy store and is his fav part of shopping with you. he’s so just completely in awe of you and also he’s just ????? how in the world did i manage to get someone so beautiful to be mine????

but after that, he does take it a little more seriously - especially when he begins to tag along more. like instead of simply agreeing to what you pick or point out, he takes the initiative of picking things out himself. and the more he does that, the more picky he gets. like if you were to point out something kinda questionable (more often than not, you do that on purpose just to get a reaction out of him because it makes you laugh) he gives you that ehhh face, his eyebrows are quirked as he’s studying the piece of clothing — like, he’s not going to say he doesn’t like it, because he’s supportive of anything you want to wear and always wants you to feel comfortable and confident, but again, it’s just not it. so he’s his response is simply - let’s see what else there is before we make a decision LOL

but he loves picking out clothes for you 🥹 and every time he hands you something, he has such a loving look in his eyes and he’s almost coming off as shy, his cheeks are a lil rosy <3333 but he’s just the sweetest - “this would be stunning on you” “this color is so pretty on you” just so so so many compliments. and again, he loves the extra time with you. doing normal people things with serial killers being the farthest thing from his mind <333

[ofmermaidstories]

Let me preface this by saying I did check your FAQ but I didn't see this there yet I still find it hard to believe no one has asked you this at least a thousand times so if they did and I just missed it I'm sorry and you can delete this ask but—

You write such beautiful, detailed fics with lots of foreshadowing that often starts from the very beginning of the story. I think you made an author note once about only posting the first chapter of a fic after you've written the whole thing (or maybe that was Andie...?). If so, is the time between updates just you going through and rereading / editing like 100k words?

Basically, I want to ask: what is your fic planning process like? From the moment you get a first idea to posting the last chapter, what does I look like? I think you're a really, really amazing (one of the absolute best if not THE best) author but I cannot fathom how one human being can write such mammoths of fanfiction and stay motivated enough to finish them.

Also you're already planning Halloween stuff ?? You plan things literally half a year in advance?? Are you even human? We don't deserve you. 😭

You called yourself lazy in the webcomic post but I think you must work unbelievably hard to make such high quality stuff and without even getting compensation for it. You're amazing and I'm very thankful to exist in the right timeline and fandom to read your work. :,)

(oh my god this became such a ramble I'm sorry)

Oh Ari. 🥺 Hello.

I update as I write! So that was probably Andie, lmao, who’s definitely the better example to follow when it comes to plotting/completing a fic. 🥺 She’s amazing and if I could fashion myself after any other writer in our niche, it would be Andie hands down!

But okay, let’s get into it. 📝

A little disclaimer, before we start; I did not go to school for any of this lmfao. The most relevant education I have behind me is a extra-circular literature class I had during my last two years of high-school. The only reason the following works for me is because I’ve cobbled it together from years of trial and error. You can read advice and watch youtube videos about the writing habits of famous authors, but you have to tailor everything you hear to suit you and the way you work. The best advice in the world from the highest paid author in the world won’t work if you’re not wired in the same way! You have to take everything about yourself and what you like and what you want into account!

Part I—first we take Manhattan

start ur fic lol

First thing’s first; I’m a plotter. I don’t pants. If I pants, I lose interest—I need to have the final vision in front of me, even if it’s just a bullet point. I have to know what I’m working towards. That is crucial to literally everything I do. Every fic you see on AO3, every WIP I’ve mentioned working on or wanting to work on—I have always known two things about them, immediately: the hook that gets us in there, and how they end.

So for fics in particular, the start might look something like—I get an idea (I want Reader and Bakugou to kiss). And then I sit there and I brainstorm to myself (What’s stopping them from kissing? Why does Reader want to kiss someone so rude when there’s so many other nice boys out there? Is Reader particularly kissable?). And then, if I’m lucky, I think of an ending (Reader and Bakugou finally kiss, but he’s the one that initiates it, because he’s always wanted to, because he likes that Reader always wears a yellow coat to work—it’s ugly and it sticks out among the black and tan ones of the crowd but he comes to associate it—and thus Reader—with routine and his mornings going well).

This is often the most fragile time of an idea. That hook (Reader and Bakugou kiss) might fall apart with a bit more prodding (why would they kiss? Reader’s a stranger to him; most of us don’t go around kissing random strangers just because we like their coats). Or maybe the hook sticks (they spend almost years in orbit around each other, a constant near-miss) but the ending doesn’t work (I don’t know how to move Bakugou to a position where he can kiss Reader, where he has the opportunity to). For every idea you see in action, or listed, there’s like three more that died during this stage and are now being cannibalised for spare parts.

Part II—running up that hill (a deal with fic)

work work work

If our idea survives, we then move to the “throw everything at the wall and see what sticks” stage; which manifests itself in this case as a doc, where I’ll just write any and all ideas I have for this little world so far.

For fanfics, it’ll generally look like—

TITLE

SUMMARY: Bakugou and Reader kiss.

(in which Bakugou first notices you because of your ugly yellow coat)

📝 Reader is allergic to diary products; for ages Bakugou thinks of her as That Cheesy Extra, because of the colour of her coat. She laughs when she eventually learns about this. (“I can’t even eat cheese,” you complain)

📝 Reader stops walking past the coffee shop Bakugou gets his coffee at, one day; moves??? Leaves the city to help a friend out for a few months. Despite himself it throws Bakugou off-kilter, and when he sees someone (not Reader) in a yellow coat during a villian attack, he momentarily loses focus—gets injured???? The news of his injury makes the news, Reader sees it in Bumblah nowhere.

📝 Her coat is donated accidentally by a roommate, in a mix up, for a charity she’s volunteering at; when Reader returns to the city, she has to make do with a new one, a more neutral colour. Bakugou recognises her anyway and that’s when he realises it was never about the coat (!!!!)

Like, this is actually a pretty good approximation of what all my current fics have looked like, at that stage, before I tidied them up and refined them into proper outlines. Because that’s what will happen next, once we have a rough idea of what we want! Things get moved, or removed—tightened. A rough plot outline takes shape! If I get any ideas for a sequel or a spin off that I might want to do, I’ll note them here (Reader’s roommate, Roomie, who’s working at a charity—eventually meets Shinsou, who’s working on a case. She thinks he’s homeless; he doesn’t realise. They carry on like this for a while.)

Once I have a rough outline (rough meaning in bulletpoints), I’ll start on my more in-depth outlines—I do these chapter by chapter! I say this a lot, but they’re basically a really rough version of said chapter. So it might look like:

Reader’s walking to work; it’s cold enough that’s she’s wearing her coat. There’s a new coffee-shop opened on the corner—it’s full, popular, you think it might be because it’s at a crossroads between two different Pro Hero agencies. Reader glances at the window, interested, but then a friend calls out and you hurry along. Bakugou, inside the coffee-shop waiting for Half and Half to get his order, is affronted; your coat is ugly as shit, and he complains loudly about it to Shouto, who mentions something about Baku. having no room to complain about ugly colour choices.

The swap between Reader/You happens a lot because I’m not using my brain properly, at this stage—I’m just shovelling the sand I need into the sandbox. Once I finish my shovelling, I go back and I rewrite it—but better, LMAO. I flesh things out, I throw things away as needed, I add things in. It’s basically really, really intensive handholding and I would not recommend it for anyone who’s already daunted by the idea of plotting; I do it because if I don’t have a chaperone there (aka my outline) then I’m prone to getting distracted. I am basically the fanfic equivalent of the undiagnosed ADHD kid at the back of the class that only gets work done when they’re sat right in front of the teacher (and even then, there’s like a 50% chance it’s not actually work that’s happening but doodles of that weird pointy S thing over and over again).

Once it’s done, though, we have a completed chapter! I then post it and wait like a little crab under some rocks for people to be tricked into being nice to me, and then I dig back in and think nice thoughts about repeating this process to get chapter two. Eventually I will—and viola! Another chapter! We repeat that over and over until we get to the end of our original outline and we have a finished story. 😌📖

Part III—you’re on your own kid

motivation

No one ever likes this part, or what I’m about to say, because at best it sounds like saccharine fodder and at worse it’s out of touch with most people’s experiences in fandom, but—the only way to stay motivated when doing a long-haul fic is that you have to do it for yourself.

People are so kind to me, about the fics I’ve done; it’s part luck and part what I choose to write and part how I write it. And I mean—I share them because I want a little bit of attention, lmao, that’s natural because we’re humans, we all want attention. But here’s the thing, here’s the secret—I take these fics 110% deadly seriously. LOL. That sounds like a joke, but I do! I do that because it’s how I’m built and how I keep myself interested in them—because taking them seriously means I’m more invested in realising the ending I’ve imagined for them since day one.

If other people stopped being so nice about what I was writing, I would be sad—anyone would. 🥺 We all want to be told that we’ve done a good job. But I’ve had the ending for the Deku fic, for example, in my head since it’s predecessor was on-going. That is literal years of knowing how I want Izuku and Scribble’s story to end. If everyone disappeared tonight I would sulk, hardcore, and then I would finish that last chapter anyway. I would finish it because I’ve spent so much time and energy working on that story that not finishing it is a disservice to the world I built around those characters and most importantly to myself. I probably wouldn’t stress as much about it, LOL, if the audience shrunk back down to just me, but I’d still do it. 🥺

I write—and try to finish—these fics because I deserve to see them finished. I want the completed tick, on ao3. I want to look at it and know that I can do it—that I can start something as simple as Bakugou hating on some rando’s yellow coat, and bring it to the finish-line where they finally come together, and see each other, without the yellow coat or through a coffee-shop window.

And this is what I mean by like, tailoring things to suit you—because I know others might be perfectly content to imagine the ending for themselves, without writing it. Or maybe they don’t want to treat fic seriously, because it’s fun escapism. Maybe disappointment that it’s not received like they thought it would be sours the whole experience of fandom for someone—there’s no right or wrong to this. I know I can write for an audience of just me because I’ve done it before. The satisfaction has always come back to the same thing—knowing I finished it, and wrapped that world up as best as I could. You have to pick and choose your poison—and then you have to run with it.

I hope that answers at least some of your questions, Ari. 🥺 Thank-you for such a thoughtful ask; for being so sweet. 🥺 You’re amazing, and I’m the thankful one—I’m glad we’re here, together. 🌷🌾✨📖

[filthyslashertoad]

Patrick Bateman NSFW alphabet pls? 🥺 love your work btw ❤️❤️❤️

Patrick Bateman NSFW Alphabet

Oki!

(Requests and Matchups: OPEN)

(CW: NSFW, Brief discussion of sadism, degradation, choking, bondage, biting, face-fucking, and Patrick being really into stockings and high heels)

A=Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Might stay afterward to either talk to you for a few minutes or he'll fall asleep next to you.

Offers you ice cream and a glass of water since that's literally the only things he has in his fridge.

B=Body Part (Their favorite part of their partner's body)

Legs.

He has a thing for high heels and stockings. Whenever you wear either one of those things it gives him a chance to admire how beautiful you are. (Also gives him a boner...)

C=Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I'm a disgusting person)

Likes cumming on your thighs and face.

He's kinda concerned about having children since he doesn't think it would reflect his image so he avoids anything child related at all costs.

D=Dirty Secret

Wants you to dominate him

He absolutely loves the idea of you putting him in his place but he's not sure how you'll react to hearing that.

He also really wants you to slap him while he's fucking you

E= Experience (How much do they have?)

A good amount, he get's sexually pent up constantly so he spends most of his time outside of work either watching porn or having sex.

Though just be aware that he doesn't have any concern for his sexual partner and will only focus on his pleasure unless you tell him otherwise.

F= Favorite Position

Depends on your relationship with him but if you're together then it will most likely be missionary and if you're FWB or a one-night stand then he'll fuck you from behind.

G= Goofy (How are they in the moment? Are they more serious or humorous?)

Dangerously serious

He'll give you a death stare while he fucks you if you so much as laugh during sex

H= Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Is very well-groomed and makes sure that it doesn't grow out too long. (Definitely has a ruler so that he can measure the hair)

I=Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Gives you kisses and hickies but he struggles with embracing you during the moment and he usually fucks you roughly so he does come off as cold, but if he's still with you then in some form he does love you.

Runs his hands through your hair afterwards and praises you.

J=Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

All. The. Time.

Though he prefers jerking off when he's on the phone with you so that he can hear your pretty voice as you tell him about your day.

K=Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Sadism, Bondage, Biting, Degradation, Chocking, and praise(depending on the day)

L=Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere as long as it doesn't compromise his reputation.

Fantasizes about fucking you in his office when nobody is there.

M=Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Dressing up/wearing well-put-together outfits.

Wearing makeup, specifically red lipstick.

Running your nails up and down his chest and lower abdomen.

Wearing tight clothes that show off your ass also really gets him going.

N=No (Something they won't do, turn-offs)

Watersports, DDLG, Wax play, Extreme asphyxiation

O=Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Absolutely loves getting a blowjob and every time he throat fucks you until you're crying and your makeup ruined.

When he does go down on you(Very rare), he'll do it till you can't take it anymore and your body begins to convulse. He's super gentle but it gets intense because of how long he does it.

P=Pace (Fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Rough and fast all the way.

Unless he's on a hospital bed, there's no way he won't fuck you as rough and as fast as he possibly can.

Sometimes when he's tired he'll fuck you deeper and slower but even then he's not very gentle.

Q=Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

YES.

He's constantly booking reservations so he doesn't have time to have long sessions with you

R=Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Doesn't take any risks since he's worried about getting caught and also if he's trying to impress you it's not likely that he's going to try new things that dive more into sadism.

S=Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they usually last?)

He can go for around 3 rounds, each of them ranging from 10-15 minutes.

Sometimes he lasts longer if he gets distracted by his muscles in the mirror.

T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them?)

He's way too confident in himself to think that he'd need anything else other than his dick and his hands.

U=Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

Kind of, sometimes he'll call you at random and talk to you about how much he wants to fuck you.

Most of the time it is unintentional because he was around shirtless and he doesn't really notice the way he acts since he always hangs out around other men.

V=Volume (How loud they are, what kind of noises do they make, etc.)

He talks more than he moans.

Either has or will fuck you while talking about Chris de Burgh and other gifted artists that he deems ahead of their time.

W= Wild Card (Random headcanon)

He has came in his pants without you touching him just from him listening to your moans and yelps.

X=X-Ray

He's around 6.5 inches and he knows how to use it.

If you're angry with him you can manipulate him into thinking that his dick is below average and he'll get upset about it. (He's semi insecure)

Y=Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very very high.

He can fuck you every day of the week for hours on end and he'll do it happily.

Z=ZZZ... (How fast do they fall asleep afterward?)

He can fall asleep 30 minutes to an hour afterwards

Leaves afterwards unless you trap him in your arms and you play with his hair.

[theflyingfeeling]

Twenty-Third Day of Gift-Giving: Cozy Plans

Prompt: lighting scented candles

A glimpse into Aleksi's (and Rilla's) last night in Oulu 🥺💖

~

Almost exactly a week ago, Aleksi had been standing in the candle aisle of a Helsinkian department store, a battle taking place inside his head. On one hand, he had been putting himself down for even considering bringing Olli anything with him, afraid he might had misinterpreted the invitation and would only embarrass himself, showing up at Olli’s door with a giftbag full of junk that wouldn’t even begin to explain how happy Aleksi was to spend time with him in Oulu; on the other hand, Aleksi had wanted to sweep the shelves empty of rustic candles and bring them all to Olli as a humble token of his affection, because he couldn’t give Olli the moon from the sky or thread all the stars on a string for Olli to wear around his neck, which would’ve been a way more truthful illustration of Aleksi's feelings. In the end, he had settled for just one, carefully selected candle, realising Olli might not have space for Stockmann’s entire candle selection. 

Now, the same spruce-scented candle was glowing on the coffee table beside them, its flame flickering as if to playfully make fun of Aleksi and his tendencies towards worrying about the future a little too much for his own good. Admiring its little dance, Aleksi entertained himself with the idea that it knew. 

Maybe it had known all along the two of them would eventually end up sitting on the floor in each other's arms on a cosy December evening. Perhaps it had foreseen they would buy another, smaller one on their latest trip to the supermarket to keep it company by a tray of mulled wine and biscuits and was now laughing at Aleksi, asking him how he had ever even doubted that this was how they were supposed to be: Olli’s hands wrapped around his waist from behind, his heartbeat thumping steadily on Aleksi’s back while his own did the same under Olli’s palm. With Rilla curled up on his lap, Aleksi couldn’t have asked the universe for anything more.

“What do you think she’s dreaming about?” Olli asked him. He had laid his chin on Aleksi’s shoulder, so it was easy for Aleksi to nudge his head against Olli’s silky curls.

“Probably about the treats you bought her. Or just you.”

The look Olli then gave him made his heart flutter exactly like those candle flames. 

“You’re messing with me.”

“Am not. She thinks you’re the best.”

Olli turned to look back down at Rilla, but it didn’t stop Aleksi from nuzzling against his temple. He paused to press his lips on Olli’s cheekbone when the tip of his nose caught something wet in the corner of Olli’s eye.

“Distance is a bitch.” Olli’s voice was quiet like a winter night, and equally melancholy in a way, enchanting and lucid at the same time.

“It is.” Aleksi gave Olli’s temple a kiss, and another, and another, as many as was needed until he wouldn’t taste salt on his lips anymore. “We don’t have to think about that now.”

“What if I already am?”

“Then we’re gonna have to think of something to keep your mind busy.”

Tired from a long day’s play and mischief, Rilla only sighed when Aleksi placed him gently on the couch behind them and didn’t seem to notice when Aleksi searched the living room for the two fluffy blankets Olli owned. The other he gave to Rilla for additional comfort, the other he laid on the floor. 

They made slow, intimate love on the floor, in candlelight, the world around them asleep as if to provide them a moment of privacy. They sighed into each other’s mouths, ginger and cinnamon flavouring their kisses, the scent from the candles mixing up with the scent of their unhurried lust. With how seamlessly their bodies worked together, there was no trace of doubt left in Aleksi’s head. 

He might have been leaving the next day, but it would be only his physical body travelling back to Helsinki. Everything else there was left of him, he’d leave here; in Olli’s hands, on Olli’s lips, in Olli’s heart.

[lemonandlime22]

H, I and Y with Solomon from omswd? 🥺 romantic if you will!

Solomon (Romantic)

1,300 followers event (Fluff alphabet)

Event masterlist

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Honesty: Solomon has a tendency to, I don't wanna say keep secrets but, keep things mysterious. He is 100% honest and open about any serious matter regarding your relationship though, to him, your relationship is one of, if not the, most important thing to him and he's not going to let it go because of some miscommunication. He's lived for thousands of years, he knows how to keep a healthy lasting relationship.

Injury: When something bad happens to you, he probably knows how best to comfort you, and he will do his best. If its some type of physical injury, he'll either heal it himself or take you to a medical professional whom he and you trust. Either way, he's going to make you food when everything's settled down, so RIP-

When something happens to him, for physical injuries, he will 100% let you help him. He'll soak in all your attention and affection, if you're healing him he'll praise you all while you're doing it, he's so proud of you! if he's being treated by a medical professional, he'll want you to be with him throughout all of it, right next to him giving him your affection, if you want that is. If it's for when something bad happens to him, at the beginning of the relationship he might refuse your help, be instant he can do it on his own and might accidentally close you off. But after a bit of talking and some time, he'll be more open and let you know when something happens, and will always go to you for comfort no matter what.

Yearn: Depending on the situation, he might just teleport to you, if not to spend time with you, then a quick hug, kiss, make out sesh, etc... If he can't do that then he'll text you completely random things just to start a conversation with you. If he can't communicate with you at all, then on to the old tried and true method of stealing your clothes, whether to wear, cuddle, or use as a pillowcase. If he can't even do that!? he'll use magic to show him your face or something like that.

Whatever he does, just know that you have to either cuddle him or spend time together when you get back. You have no choice.

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[petrifiedcrange]

Even whittling now is hard.

Izzy doesn't have much to do, other than lie in bed and wait for his inevitable end ( and there are visits, of course, the whole crew seemingly agreeing on some kind of rotating schedule to check in on him and keep him company and it's nice, he manages to leave them some notes for their future without him, but it also fucking hurts, knowing his days are numbered and being reminded over and over about how warm and big and caring of a family he accidentally found himself being accepted into ), so he takes up whittling again. A way to calm his mind, and to make something for the crew that would outlive him, that would stay on this ship, hopefully, long after he is gone and one or the other member of the crew would sometimes look at the little wooden figurine and remember him, their flawed but loyal unicorn.

But it turns out that even something as simple and not really energy-consuming as whittling comes hard to him now.

Because his hands are weak, as is the rest of him ( and it gets on his nerves, that weakness, one of the reasons he took up whittling again in the first place — to take his mind off it ), too weak to hold the little piece of wood and the knife for too long, so he has to make pauses, much more frequent than he'd like, dropping both into his lap with an irritated little growl ( he wonders if any of the crew hears those... not sure that he wants to know, though ).

Because his side hurts and throbs, pulling his attention away from the figurine coming together in his hands, making him forget what exactly he was going to carve next.

Because his hands are fucking shaking, from weakness or from pain, he can't quite tell, but he accepts laudanum when it is offered to him without much of a fuss, even though normally he tries to avoid using it as much as he can because it makes him sleepy and loopy, and the crew probably thinks the pain is getting to him, but it's not even the pain, he is used to that, it’s the fact that his hands are shaking too fucking much for him to whittle!

And then, of course, there is the sleeping part. Or passing out part, to be more accurate. The amount of time he can spend awake before his eyelids begin to droop by themselves is slowly getting a bit longer but he still can't stay awake more than half an hour, forty minutes tops, and it frustrates the hell out of him when he wakes up next and realises he passed out in the middle of carving.

Which is what happens now, him struggling against it but ultimately pathetically losing the fight against the pull of exhaustion, still clutching the little figurine, still very much in the works but already beginning to take a recognizeable shape ( he hopes, at least, he might be biased ), in one hand and the knife in the other.

[ OPEN for any member of the crew that might come in to check on him and find out that he is whittling those little figurines for the crew to remember him by and no, I’m not emotional, you are 🥺 inspired by @seadcgs ]