#Headcanon OC .01

[pequenaotaku]

Hot Chocolate

"Sentiments are complicated. Sometimes, I feel like I'm like hot chocolate in a steaming cup. The sweet and the bittersweet mix together with the help of a spoon, becoming a delicious and addictive flavor right after the first sip.

I wish that spoon would spend more time mixing me. I wish it never left the cup."

Versão em português

Headcanon scene from episode 01 after the cut

"So, this is the famous Devenementiel?" I asked aloud, to no one but myself.

The company wasn’t housed in a huge building, one you’d notice from across the city, nor did it make much of a presence in the commercial area, but it was undoubtedly a modern construction. Clear, clean, with many windows surrounding practically the entire building. Small, discreet, yet with a refined appearance. It looked like an interesting place, and I hadn't even seen the inside yet.

I approached the glass door, peeking inside, although I couldn’t see much beyond a very classic and comfortable reception area. It seemed the office was on the first floor. There was no one there; I had arrived too early. I clicked my tongue, crossing my arms. I could have lingered in bed longer, as any good freelancer does when there are no projects to deliver. My shift at the vintage records and knick-knacks store didn't start until the afternoon, after lunchtime. There was no need to go in earlier, and I didn’t have any other plans for that morning, so I’d have to kill time there at the entrance while waiting for one of the employees to arrive.

A few minutes passed with me distractedly looking at the week's recommended playlist on Spotify. If I wasn’t working on a project and wasn’t in a place where I could indulge in being an idle freelancer lounging in pajamas at home all day, seeing what other musicians were up to online was a good pastime. It would never stop being delightful to hear the ideas other artists produced and released with so much passion, to experience a new type of rhythm, seek inspiration and references, be immersed in someone’s vocal or instrumental sound. I took my eyes off my phone screen for a second to look at the company building once more. I felt a tingling sensation all over my body, thinking about the work I could do to contribute to the partnership I was about to finalize. It hadn’t even been a week since I exchanged messages with my only acquaintance there about this, following his strong recommendation.

"You’re early, Collete," the deep, monotonous voice of Thomas resonated behind me. I couldn’t help but smile before turning around.

"Speak of the devil," I joked, watching with amusement as his expression shifted from a slight look of boredom to a curious one. He almost always got lost in his own head during our conversations. I had come to understand that it wasn’t because he found me boring, but rather because he wanted to decipher my words. I seriously wondered what he was thinking at that moment.

"Wouldn't it be 'talking about the devil'?" he raised an eyebrow. It seemed I wouldn’t find out the reason for his silence this time. I just shrugged. "I was put in charge of handling the administrative details for your arrival, including the hiring of another person, which means making two badges along with the identification key so neither of you would have to wait at the door to get in. And since, apparently, we need to be up at the crack of dawn to make them… Here I am, arriving after you," he seemed irritated about having to wake up so early after a long night of work while giving me that explanation that sounded more like a rant escaping his thoughtful mind. I didn’t blame him. It really did seem like a pain.

"I’m glad I’m not the only one who had to drag myself out of bed today."

"More than me, it seems," I saw a hint of a smile light up his face. I winked at him. "Anyway, it won't take long. I’ve already moved things along, so you don’t need to worry. Come on." Without giving me time to add anything, Thomas opened the door, beckoning me to follow him.

So, we took an elevator, and I finally had the pleasure of discovering the open space of the place, which couldn’t be compared to the modern facade. Suddenly, I even started to think that it seemed too cold to accommodate such a warm environment. Inside, it was a complete lively festival of colors, plants, and curious objects. There were no partitions, and amusingly, among the empty desks, I noticed that each table was not only uniquely decorated but also had very different chairs. None were the same. It might have been a small detail, but it showcased the personality of each employee working there. Thomas guided me to the most neutral, organized, and sober desk. It was undoubtedly his.

"You can sit, it won’t take long," he said mechanically as he pulled the chair from the desk next to his for me. It was strangely shaped like a dolphin. It was cute but seemed so uncomfortable and impractical. I began to doubt the sanity of its owner.

"With all due respect, I prefer to stand up, in this case.", I flashed a sly, sarcastic smile, earning another hint of a smile.

"I also don't understand why people here choose anything other than the classic office chair," he commented as he sat in his own chair, turning on the computer. "It's designed for comfort and good lumbar support. In ten years, everyone will be walking with a cane, except for me," I couldn't help but chuckle. I never ceased to find it amusing how, sometimes, he would say such things without a hint of malice. It was just logical and straightforward. "Your desk is this one in front of mine. You’re practically an honorary employee, but the boss thought it would be better if you had one to feel like you belong. You can choose a chair model for yourself later. There's someone who always supplies furniture for us, and his store has everything."

"Far be it from me to give you more work…" I began, with a falsely gentle, sweet voice. "But since you know him, I'll let you handle the negotiations. That said, any model similar to yours is fine by me," he sighed heavily.

"Very well, then I'll take care of it later."

"Don't be like that," I gave him a friendly tap on the shoulder. "Being the IT guy, manager of technology-related events, pressing buttons on a keyboard all day… I didn't give you a more torturous task than those things," I joked. He looked at me quietly for a while.

"You forgot to mention that I also greet new recruits," he simply retorted. I couldn't help but laugh again.

"Ouch," I put my hand on my chest, pretending to have been struck. This time, I really got a smile. Then, he opened a drawer and took out a folder, sighing loudly. "I agree with you, paperwork sucks."

"It's unbelievable how much time we waste on these things. Everyone should have a chip card with all our information registered. We'd scan the card and be done. All the information would be transmitted directly."

"That would be more practical, true," I agreed, shrugging. I had never stopped to think about it. He picked up a pen from a holder on his desk, looking at it with pity.

"Meanwhile, we'll stick with these… archaic methods," I blew air through my nose at his comment, shaking my head. He was incorrigible.

Taking the pen to sign the contract after a quick glance, as I had read it previously via message, I began to remember how we met. Pure coincidence. We both needed to buy a new refracting telescope, better known as a spyglass, as the old one was broken. It was the last one in the store and was on sale. I had my reasons for wanting it, and he had his. We argued for a long time under the weary gaze of the salesman, debating who, in my view, was more deserving to take it. Thomas was steadfast, he had arrived first. As for me, I needed to get it no matter what for personal reasons: to fulfill a tradition of promises made to my late older brother, to observe the showers of celestial bodies that occurred every year while drinking a bottle of hot chocolate in our special spot. It might have been nonsense; he was dead, after all. It's not like he was going to rise from the grave to demand that small promise I decided to make to no one and for no reason at all. But it made me feel closer to him; I didn't want to give up. In the end, somehow, we ended up splitting the cost, the telescope, and, on the night of the meteor shower, two bottles of hot chocolate accompanied by small childhood stories.

Nostalgia. Suddenly, I felt a strong desire to have a cup of that sugary, bittersweet delight.

After making the final curve of my name on the paper, Thomas took a laminated card from the drawer and handed it to me. It was my company badge that served to open the building's door. I stifled a laugh when I noticed that he had ignored the professional photo I sent and opted for my profile picture. Simply me making a face: a wide smile with my tongue out. One of my eyes was closed, and my hands were open beside my face, with my thumbs pressing against my cheeks. I liked it.

"Tom," I called his attention, pointing to the photo. A smile playing on my lips. "Is this really okay?" He just shrugged.

"That sounds more like you. The boss doesn't care so much about traditional professional standards; you'll quickly realize that if you haven't already," he replied simply, making a small gesture with his head to show the company's open space. It really didn't seem very conventional. "He's not the kind of person who evaluates people based on that kind of criterion."

"How funny… I'm starting to feel like I'm going to really enjoy working here."

"I'm glad you think so, because I spent a long time preparing and editing everything for your arrival. On the other hand, I don't understand what's so funny about it…" he commented somewhat reflectively. "It's just a picture of you; we can recognize you, and you look pretty. Traditional or not, it's still office work, not the most exciting thing in the world," I got stuck on his comment.

"Do you think I'm pretty in this photo?" I inquired with one raised eyebrow, exaggeratedly curious about his answer to that question. I had known him for almost a year now; I understood quite well how his little mind worked, modesty aside. But sometimes, I still struggled to differentiate when he was just being logical from when he was being sincere. If there was any difference between the two adjectives.

"It's a statement," he shrugged once again. "Your features are symmetric, your eyes are large, and your teeth are well aligned. These are parameters usually associated with beauty."

This time, I didn't stifle my laughter. Thomas Rheault was, without a doubt, an enigma. One that fascinated me a lot. If that was indeed a compliment, it was surely the least heartfelt one I had ever heard in my life. At the same time, it seemed so typical of him that I couldn't help but take it seriously. Maybe it wasn't that, maybe I was overthinking. It was always like this when it came to him.

"In any case, out of curiosity, what kind of person exactly is this boss?" I inquired, bringing the subject back. It was true that I hadn't had much contact with him. I was recommended by Thomas to work there in organizing one event or another; I liked my professional independence, but all the details involving the boring bureaucracies were solved through messages. My interaction with Devon Okere, the Big Boss, was limited to a brief phone conversation that barely lasted 10 minutes. He seemed like a mystery, or simply too unconcerned. However, being there, I noticed that, in addition to a free and unpretentious environment, there was also a lot of care. As a freelancer, I knew very well how complicated it could be to maintain a small business, let alone a physical office. So, I was quite curious about everything.

"I would say he's the instinctive type. As long as it works for him, he doesn't exactly have a reason to change methods," Thomas nodded, then glanced at the clock, then at the signed contract, and finally at me. "Well, it's done. The others won't take long to arrive. If you want to stay to meet them or take a walk around… Anyway, you have free rein here from now on."

"Uhm…" I pondered for a moment, licking my lips. I really didn't have anything better to do; what harm would it do to explore a little? Besides, a place like that really made you want to linger. "I think I'll take a stroll, yes. But mostly, I'd like to know if there's a kitchen here. I really need to quench my thirst."

Unexpectedly, he chuckled and stood up from his chair, standing right in front of me, forcing me to raise my head. Thomas was only a little taller than me, but throughout the conversation, I had seen him from above because I was standing and he was sitting. Now, however, and so suddenly, I felt a bit small and destabilized. I didn't know what to expect. I didn't even know why I felt that way, as if something should happen. It sounded so cliché.

"Of course, make yourself at home. Actually, I was thinking the same thing," he resumed, snapping me out of my little trance. "If you'd like, I can treat you to a welcome drink," he offered politely.

"Oh, I'd love that, definitely!" I exclaimed, back on track. Better than quenching my thirst was having that desire sponsored by someone.

"The drinks machine is in the pantry; come on," he called as he started to move away, a shadow of a smile floating on his lips. I hurried to follow him. "We can get there by passing through the lounge area."

Just like the open space, that area was enchanting. Large, well-lit, and with vibrant colors catching the eye. Several bean bags, on which I would love to sprawl out, were scattered around along with suspended chairs hanging from the ceiling by chains. Not to mention the beautiful view provided by the large windows from top to bottom. They were just buildings, yes, but I began to imagine a nighttime scene with one or two colored lights still on outside. I couldn't wait to rest there.

"Man, this place looks like a dream!" I exclaimed in wonder.

"Yeah, that's what most people say. But I'll show you something else really cool…" he said simply, piquing my curiosity.

I followed him once again towards the adjacent area, the pantry. At first glance, it looked like some of the hipster cafes I loved to visit. Another very open place, with lots of plants, even on the ceiling, alternating with lamps. In the center, a large round table with a tree in the middle and red swivel chairs around it. Near the windows, small tables with benches followed the same pattern. It was indeed a very beautiful place, but I didn't understand why Thomas found it more impressive until I met the famous drinks machine.

"What would you like?" he asked straight away.

"Let me see what's available first…" I retorted as I quickly glanced at the options the machine offered.

"Don't expect to see anything exotic or innovative."

"No, I know. I'm just saying that to see what I feel like," I shrugged, and then I saw exactly what I needed to see. I loved it when life became so convenient as to combine utility with pleasure. "A hot chocolate, please," the redhead smiled slightly. Maybe he expected that answer from me.

"Good choice…" he took out his phone from his pocket and typed something, then, as if following a command, the machine started working. Thomas looked at me with a proud gleam in his eyes, and immediately I sensed that it was his doing. Finally, he took the full cup and put the lid on to hand it to me. "There you go, a delicious hot chocolate on the house!"

"Thanks!" I gave him a knowing wink, reaching out to get my little indulgence.

When I took the cup, my fingers ended up over his. Our gazes met before he immediately turned away, freezing for a moment, his eyes fixed on the ground or anywhere but my face. I kept my gaze steady; I wanted so much to unravel him, to know what he was thinking at that moment. Focus. I might not be able to read minds, but I was good at picking up on subtle cues.

The seconds seemed to stretch on, his gaze moved to the cup we both held. His cheeks turned slightly pink, he furrowed his brows. Adorable. I could confidently say that the little crease that appeared on his forehead wasn't from disagreement. Maybe he was just confused, wrestling with himself in thought. His beautiful turquoise irises flickered from our hands to elsewhere in rapid movements.

Oh, I really didn't want to misunderstand things, or worse, jump to conclusions. But looking at him like that, I couldn't help but daydream a little as I observed the red curls falling across his face, adorned with a few charming freckles over his nose, his eyes subtly shifting between intense blues and greens.

Cliché. Cliché. Cliché.

Suddenly, he released the cup into my hands and cleared his throat, composing himself as if waking from a trance, pulling me out of mine as well. Everything suddenly felt awkward, as if we had been trapped in that moment for longer than necessary. I also had to clear my throat.

"Is everything alright, Thomas?" I needed to know, I was eager. He glanced at me once again. Unbelievable how mesmerizing his eyes were. I gave myself a mental shake, seeking concentration. I really needed to control myself better.

"I'm fine, yeah… Everything's okay," he murmured in a thoughtful tone. "It's just that… I wasn't expecting there to be… contact," he really must have been confused even with himself this time.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" I gave a nervous smile, choosing my words carefully. I did mean to. But he didn't need to know that yet.

"It's okay," he interrupted me in a natural way. I smiled more relaxed, and he returned the gesture, also making another request to the machine, a drink that I couldn't see, but he took a sip of as soon as he got it.

"Tom… Thanks a lot," I thanked him, squeezing the warm cup of my drink in my hands, also seeking to change the subject as quickly as possible. "But tell me, do you have an app to control this machine? How does it work?"

"I developed it so I wouldn't have to pay for drinks anymore. The app tricks the machine into thinking I've paid, and it serves me what I ask for," he explained automatically and simply, shrugging as if it were no big deal. I raised an eyebrow. Sometimes, I forgot how crafty he could be.

"And nobody sees a problem with that, clever boy?" I grinned mischievously.

"No," he nodded, shrugging. "Actually, after I developed the app, Devon explained to me that everything was already free. There's the coin slot, but it's… a vestigial structure. I never thought about trying to order without paying. I have plenty of coins in there, by the way. I need to remember to download a lockpicking course. Unless you're an expert at it…"

"I can manage, yes… If you give me half as payment," I negotiated, feeling clever. He judged me with his gaze, and I just shrugged, sticking out my tongue. I'm a freelancer, you don't get if you don't ask. "How would you prefer the job to be done? There's the boring conventional way, using tools, and…" I paused for effect. "The messy way, where I blow up the door. If no one minds, that is."

"It's not the most elegant solution…" he made a minimal, yet very funny, expression of disgust. I had to laugh. "I'd be bothered by the idea of damaging it, so let's stick with the conventional solution this time."

"Agreed, then."

"Well…" he quickly scanned the area after the topic was over. "I need to go start working, or this chocolate break tends to become longer than expected. We'll talk later, enjoy your tour."

Without waiting for a response, he returned to the open space. It took me a few seconds to decide to follow, but not exactly to his desk or mine. Taking a walk around the place might help distract my mind. I was in trouble. And I had known it for a while. I knew very well what those desires for his attention meant. Everyone's tired of seeing this story in movies, series, cartoons, games, and books. It was scary. He, however, would surely classify it as illogical, I was sure.

I sighed heavily, taking another sip of my hot chocolate, hoping that the sweet and bitter flavors would help cleanse my soul, covering up that complicated feeling for a while longer. The brief time until my golden eyes met his turquoise ones and all that cliché resurfaced again.

[melverie]

OBEY ME MC & OC ASK GAME

an ask game specifically for your Obey Me MCs and OCs! List the OCs and MCs you want to get asks for and specify which species they are so people know which species-specific questions they can ask you Some questions have a lot of aspects to them; they're there to give you a little nudge in case you have no idea how to approach the question, but the only really important bit is the first question!

⸺ GENERAL INFO ⸺

01: What is their opinion on the other species? Would they rather be a different one? 02: Do they have a nickname? 03: When is their birthday? Do they celebrate it? Do they even remember it in the first place? 04: What kind of magic do they possess? If they can't use any, do they have magic potential slumbering within them? 05: Which deadly sin best aligns with them? Which one do they embody the least? 06: Have they been to other realms? Which one is their favorite and why? 07: What is their favorite place, and what do they love so much about it? 08: Do they have a kill count? How high is it? 09: Do they attend RAD? What is their role there? Their best subject/the one they teach? Club activties? If they don't attend RAD, what do they do? 10: What was there initial reaction to Diavolo's plans of uniting the three realms? Has their opinion changed? 11: Do they still have any objects from their childhood? What is their most vivid childhood memory? 12: What is something they have experienced that has shaped them into the person they are today?

⸺ RELATIONSHIPS & PERSONALITY ⸺

01: What's their relationship with...? [anon chooses at least one character for this one; MC is part of the cast if you're asking about OCs] 02: On a scale of 1 to 10, how annoying are they to Lucifer? :) 03: What is their family like? Do they have siblings? Pets? 04: What is a character trait that will immediately make them despise someone? On the flip side, how can you easily win their favor? 05: Do they openly show affection? What is their love language? [platonic or romantic] 06: Are they interested in romantic relationships? Do they have any experience? Are they proactive or would they rather be persued? 07: Would they date an immortal being if they aren't immortal themself, and vice-versa? 08: Are they easy to read or do they mask their intentions perfectly? Are they manipulative? A good liar maybe? What are their tells? 09: How is their temper? Are they quick to violence? Do they get frustrated easily? 10: Do they wear their emotions on their sleeve, or do they try to hide them from others as best as they can? Do they try to hide them from themself, too? 11: Do they cry often? What is the last thing they cried about? 12: What makes them soft? 13: What is their greatest wish? What would they be willing to sacrific to get it? 14: What is their biggest regret? 15: What is there biggest fear? Is there something they try to avoid at all cost? 16: How do they react when stressed? How does their behaviour differ when in a life or death situation? 17: What is a side of themself they don't want other to see? When does that side reveal itself?

⸺ CONCEPT AND DESIGN ⸺

01: How often do you think about them in a day? Be honest, I know they torment you in your thoughts as much as you torment them :) 02: What inspired you to create them, and what is the first thing you decided about them? 03: What is the biggest change you have made from their original concept? 04: What do they look like? Do you have a picture/picrew of what you envision them to look like? 05: Do they have any physical attributes that set them apart from others? 06: What is their clothing style? Do they put a lot of effort into their appearance? 07: How do you imagine their voice? Are they loud? 08: Anything you heavily associate with them? A color, a word, a picture, or something else? 09: Share some fluff headcanons about them! 10: How about some angst headcanons? >:) 11: Bonus: something else you really want to share about them that isn't mentioned on here ♡

⸺⸺ SPECIES-SPECIFIC QUESTIONS

⸺ ANGEL ⸺

01: What rank are they? [seraphim, cherubium, ophanim, ...] 02: How many wings do they have? Do they display them proudly, or do they try to hide them whenever possible? What kind of halo do they have? 03: Do they sometimes sneak out to visit the other realms? 04: Are they a guardian angel to someone? 05: Have they seen Michael in person and do they think he looks like a jellyfish? [the second part is mandatory, don't skip] 06: Did they know the brothers before they fell? Regardless of if they have or not, was is their opinion of them? And what do they think of fallen angels in general? 07: Did they fight in the Celestial War? What side were they on and why? 08: Have they ever questioned Father? What for? Were they punished for it? 09: How close are they to falling? If they are a fallen angel, what made them fall? 10: What is something they would willingly fall for?

⸺ DEMON ⸺

01: Wings or tail(s) in demon form? What do their horns look like? 02: Are they part of demon nobility or would they have taken the train back in the day? 03: Do they have any special abilities? [such as Mephisto's power to essentially forge pacts with demons, Lucifer's power to read and manipulate memories, and so on] 04: Are they a fallen angel? If so, do they regret falling? 05: Have they forged any pacts yet? How eager are they to do so, and do they forge them often? If they haven't, why not? 06: How would they go about forging pacts? Do they have a specific strategy they fall back on, or do they go with the flow? 07: How loyal are they to their human master? 08: Have they given anyone their grimoire? 09: What do they do with human souls? 10: Solomon shows up at their doorstep in the middle of the night to ask for a pact. How do they react? 11: What is their opinion of Diavolo as a ruler? Have they experienced the reign of any other demon kings? How does Diavolo compare in their opinion? 12: What was their reaction to the brothers first arrving in the Devildom? Were they scared of a potential war? Hostile toward them? Did they extend a helping hand? 13: If they attend RAD, were they chosen for the exchange program? Did they go to the Celestial Realm or the human realm?

⸺ HUMAN ⸺

01: How old are they? 02: Are they immortal? If given the opportunity, would they like to be? 03: Did they believe in demons and angels before the exchange program? Did they have any contact with the paranormal before it? 04: Do they have a guardian angel? Have they forged any pacts? 05: Are they into demons and/or angels? If they had to choose one or the other, which one would they go for? [trying to word this SFW but I'm sure you know what I mean :)] 06: Who do they trust more—angels or demons? Why? 07: Where do you think they would most likely end up in—heaven or hell? 08: Do they carry anything with them to protect themself from the paranormal? 09: How close were they to just bless the water inside a demon's body and turn it into holy water because they were just so done with them?

[glitchinginthegarden]

COIN FLIP [a Phantom Liberty AU ft. Johnny Silverhand]

What if the coin flipped? What if a revived Johnny Silverhand found himself running out of options to get V back from cyberspace? What if the old Relic lodged in his head landed Songbird's gig in his lap instead of V's? What if she promised him redemption?

-> ch.01 // INTRO

Rating: Mature/18+ -> canon-typical violence, themes, etc

Pairing: SilverV, OC Fem V/Johnny

Disclaimers:

- This is an AU rewrite of Phantom Liberty. It will be riddled with spoilers from the base content as well as the DLC. - The setting here is post Don't Fear The Reaper + Temperance ending + Johnny gets his body back -> this follows "canon" for my V which includes a lot of divergence. Anything relevant will be touched on and explained as I move forward in this fic. - All of this is silly little headcanons and "what if"s manifested. Be forewarned, I play loose and fast with how the Relic and netrunner tech works in this universe. Here for a good time not a hard time and all that. - Yes, there will be NSFW content later but it will be clearly marked at chapter beginning. And I mean LATER. This isn't smut fic like my other stuff.

-> associated art and WIP tag

[m4uga]

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Update 27 Nov 23

Ko-Fi thing

You can call me Nyarla, I guess.

Or "Yo She-Bitch." Either's cool.

Soooo I figured I might need to make one of those MASTERLIST things because I cannot stop writing (which is the most amazing feeling ever when I've been in a writer's block for months).

It's just One Piece Live Action right now, but as my confidence increases I might post some of my other fandom work.

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I do reserve the right to not write every single request that is asked, since I am human and my abilities do have limitations, but I swear I will try.

I'm not squeamish about much of anything, so don't refrain. I'll always post any necessary ⚠️Trigger Warnings⚠️ right here with the links.

I'm always open to requests for Shanks, Mihawk, Zoro, and Sanji. Possibly also Buggy, Luffy, Usopp, Koby, and Helmeppo, but I haven't written them much, so please bear with me if it takes me a bit to respond.

Honestly please bear with me if it takes me a while to respond to Asks/Requests in general because I get really nervous about getting them perfect.

Some things about the weirdo that's writing this shit can be found here

Masterlist

The Lovely Alphabet (NSFW)

Sanji

Zoro

Shanks

Mihawk

Dialog I Presently Have No Use For

(But might eventually) (basically mini dialogue-centric fics that may make there way into something else later or might not)

01 Get Out

02 Can We Keep Her?

03 What Happens in Loguetown

04 Coffins and Coping Mechanisms

05 Kitty

06 Send Help

07 Pep Talk

08 Death Wish

09 Oh No Not Again

10 Shanty Time!

11 No Sleep

12 The Throngler™

The Best Boys

First Kiss

Material Boys (NSFW)

I Don't Even Know Music Or Something?

Ooooh...Kinky ;D (NSFW)

In the Kitchen

HAMMERED

Because I Got High

Whoops

Short Stuff

Hobbies

ABCs of Kink (NSFW)

D is for Dominance (First Kiss sequal)

P is for Public Blacksmith's Daughter Part 1 . . . Part 2 . . . Part 3

Mihawk

Your Scars Are Mine (NSFW)

(Trigger Warnings for Self-Harm, Blood, Implied PTSD)

Ch. 1 . . . Ch. 2 . . . Ch. 3

Ten Years (unofficial sequel to YSAM) (NSFW)

Mood Swings (mostly SFW headcanons)

Hearing Problems (NSFW eventually)

Guess this is important

All OC Face Claims and Character Sheet Links

Ch.1 . . . Ch. 2 . . . Ch. 3 . . . Ch. 4 . . . Ch. 5 . . . Ch. 6 . . . Ch. 7

Sanji

Late Night Chats

X plus-sizeReader Headcanons (NSFW)

Tongue Ring headcanons

Zoro

Strawhat Stowaway Ch. 1 . . . Ch. 2

Shanks

Redhead suppremacy (sfw headcanons)

!!COMIMG SOON!!

(...I hope)

(Some titles subject to change)

Tongue Ring (F is for Food Play)

Blacksmith's Daughter part 2 (P is for Public, ABC's of Kink)

O is for O Denial

B is for Brat Tamer

[ssuzu]

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updated commission sheet!

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[honey-crypt]

HONEY-CRYPT'S DISABILITY PRIDE MONTH WRITE-A-THON

RULES

01. i have a max of 31 slots available for requests so once i hit 31, i will close my inbox for this event (you can submit requests for stuff outside the event, just know that i won’t complete them until after the conclusion of the event)

02. don’t spam requests

03. please specify if you want a fic or headcanons or a drabble; i automatically put them in drabble/bc if there’s no specification

04. be patient with me after you submit your request, i’m disabled and dealing with a reoccurrence of gastritis from failed drug therapy so i can’t just produce your request within a day

05. reblogs are appreciated but not necessary! in the event you do, tag it with honey crypt disability pride month write-a-thon

MASTERLIST

01. the sdv bachelor/ettes with a farmer who has vitiligo

02. sebastian helping adhd!farmer through their rejection dysphoria

03. shane with a farmer who has absence seizures

04. haley helping a farmer with ptsd and anxiety

05. arthritis!farmer

06. elliott, sam, and alex with an infertile farmer

07. sdv bachelors with a farmer who age regresses due to ptsd

08. sdv bachelor/ettes with a stimming farmer

09. harvey with a farmer who has cerebral palsy (spastic left hemiplegia)

10. sdv bachelors with a farmer who's prone to mirgaines

11. sdv bachelors with a farmer who has bpd

12. harvey caring for an epileptic farmer

13. elliott, haley, and sam with a medically complex (pots/eds/adhd) farmer

14. the sdv bachelors with a farmer suffering from postpartum depression

15. elliott with an autistic!farmer who’s easily exhausted

16. sdv bachelor/ettes with a cerebral palsy!farmer honoring her twin brother's life (farmer oc by @harveys-lovely-wife)

17. sdv bachelor/ettes with a farmer who has major mood swings

18. sebastian with a farmer who has chronic vertigo

19. sdv bachelor/ettes with a farmer who has an eating disorder

20. elliott caring for a farmer who’s a cane user

21. elliott with a hearing of hard/deaf!farmer

22. sdv bachelor/ettes with a farmer who experiences noise sensitivity

23. farmer with sciatica

24. sam with an amputee!farmer

25. harvey, sam, and shane with a farmer who has a feeding tube

26. elliott with a deaf!farmer who was a musician

27. harvey and elliott with a farmer who has social anxiety

28. sdv bachelor/ettes with a farmer who has rsd (rejection sensitivity dysphoria)

29. elliott with a farmer who frequently faints

30. sdv bachelors with an ocd!farmer

31.

[canonsinthehead]

FINALLY, A MASTERLIST.

Here you can find all the posts posted in the site without breaking your back in half scrolling all the way back. I'll try to keep as updated as possible.

Enjoy!

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UPDATED - 2025/01/21

MY DISCORD

I'M OPEN TO REQUESTS...

I ALSO HAVE A YOUTUBE CHANNEL.

My inktober 2024 (i did 3 days lol) is the Fruits Basket Fandom Dead? My Bucchigiri?! Anime Review

MY OCS:

Introducing my OCs

Some Composition/Color Practice w/ Ken&Jooyoung

NARUTO:

(HC) Kirigakure Wordbuilding (pt.1)

(HC) THE GOSSIP FILES

(FANART) Which Naruto Characters are Republican

(HC) Music/TV Taste in Different Villages

(FANART) Happy Birthday Zabuza Momochi (Naruto x OP)

QUIZZ: What do you want to know more about this Naruto Celebrity/Hollywood AU?

(HC) NARUTO MODERN/HOLLYWOOD AU (PT.1 -9)

(HC) Beauty Standards in Different Villages.

ART FOR KISAME WEEK 2024

(HC)Chocolate Flavored Potato Chips. The Marriage of Karui & Chouji (pt.1-5)

(HC) Which Village are you from (Celebrity Edition)

(HC) Ranking Nightlife in Different Villages (from best to worse)

(HC) The Culinary History of the Ninja World.

What Ethnicity/Race are Naruto Characters?

ONE PIECE:

(HC) ONE PIECE FAN LETTER BROTHER & MORE

MY WANO RANT

MY OFFICIAL ONE PIECE ARC RANKING

IM FINALLY CAUGHT UP TO ONE PIECE (EP 1121)

(FANART) I'm watching Wano

I'M WATCHING ALL OF ONE PIECE.

ARLONG AS DR.UMAR JOHNSON

(FANART) I'm watching Skypiea

(FANART) I've watched Alabasta

(FANART) I'm watching Alabasta

One piece GOLD Intro Music Edit

My Unrequested Opinion on One Piece Island Collection.

My Unrequested Opinion on One Piece Characters Songs

RGG:

My Review on Yakuza 8/Infinite Wealth

RGG/Yakuza/Judgement Character Looks Tier List

(TIERLIST) How would they f*** you.

RGG/Yakuza/Judgement at the Grocery Store

What car would RGG/Yakuza/Judgement characters drive?

RGG/Yakuza/Judgement at the Olympics

RGG/Yakuza/Judgement General Headcanons

RGG/Yakuza/Judgement in the Entertainment Industry

RGG/Yakuza/Judgement Foreigner Afinity Chart

JJK (JUJUTSU KAISEN):

(FANART) Nanami x Tiana Tik Tok Video

NSFW Alphabet/Relationship Headcanons (Toji, Nanami, Geto & Choso)

Parenting Headcanons (Nanami & Toji)

Yuji/Sukuna/Choso Familiy & Sibling Dynamics Headcanons.

KILLER CRUSH:

(FANART) MY MAN, MY MAN

JOJO BIZARRE ADVENTURES:

(FANART) Abacchio and Bruno at the Grammys 2024

MY FANFICS:

Fanart for Ice Admiral & Heart Commander.

(FANART) Chapter 3 Cover Art

We're at 12/13 in my fanfic (Ice Admiral & Heart Commander)

[pequenaotaku]

Chocolate Quente

"Sentimentos são complicados. Às vezes, sinto que sou como chocolate quente em uma xícara fumengante. O doce e o meio-amargo se misturam com a ajuda de uma colher, tornando-se um sabor delicioso e viciante logo após o primeiro gole.

Gostaria que essa colher passasse mais tempo me misturando. Gostaria que ela nunca saísse da xícara."

English version

Cena headcanon do episódio 01 após o corte

"Então, essa é a tal Devenementiel?", indaguei em voz alta, para ninguém além de mim mesma.

A empresa não se tratava de um edifício enorme, daqueles que se nota estando do outro lado da cidade, nem marcava muita presença na área comercial, mas sem dúvida era uma construção moderna. Clara, limpa e com muitas janelas rodeando praticamente todo o prédio. Pequena, discreta e ainda assim com uma aparência refinada. Tinha cara de ser um lugar interessante, e eu ainda nem tinha visto a parte de dentro.

Aproximei-me da porta de vidro, espiando o interior, embora não desse para ver muita coisa além de uma recepção bem clássica e confortável. Pelo visto, o escritório ficava no primeiro andar. Não tinha ninguém, eu havia chegado cedo demais. Estalei a língua, cruzando os braços. Poderia ter enrolado mais tempo na cama como todo bom freelancer faz quando não tem pedidos para entregar. Meu turno na loja de discos e outras quinquilharias vintage só começava a tarde, depois do horário de almoço. Não tinha necessidade de ir antes disso, e também não tinha nenhum outro plano elaborado para aquela manhã, então, teria que ficar fazendo hora ali na entrada enquanto esperava a chegada de um dos funcionários.

Alguns minutos se passaram comigo distraída olhando a playlist de recomendações de músicas da semana no Spotify. Se eu não estava trabalhando em um projeto e nem estava em um lugar que me permitia brincar de desempregada desocupada que passa o dia todo de pijama fazendo nada em casa, ver o que outros musicistas estavam aprontando online era um bom passatempo. Nunca deixaria de ser gostoso ouvir as ideias que outros artistas produziam e lançavam com tanta paixão, experimentar um novo tipo de ritmo, buscar inspirações e referências, ser levada por imersão no som vocal ou instrumental de alguém. Tirei os olhos da tela do meu celular por um segunto para olhar mais uma vez o prédio da empresa. Sentia um formigamento por todo o meu corpo, pensando no trabalho que eu poderia fazer para contribuir na parceria que estava prestes a fechar. Nem havia se passado uma semana desde que troquei mensagens com meu único conhecido daquele lugar sobre aquele assunto após receber uma recomendação forte dele.

"Você chegou cedo, Collete.", a voz monótona, porém profunda, de Thomas ressoou atrás de mim. Não contive um sorriso antes de me virar.

"Pensando no Diabo…", brinquei, observando com divertimento sua expressão se contorcendo de um leve ar de tédio para uma feição curiosa. Ele quase sempre se perdia dentro da própria cabeça durante nossas conversas. Já havia entendido que não era por me achar chata, mas sim por, justamente, querer desvendar as minhas palavras. E eu me perguntava seriamente no que ele estava pensando naquele momento.

"O correto não seria 'falando'?", ele ergueu uma sobrancelha. Pelo visto, eu não ficaria sabendo o motivo do seu silêncio daquela vez. Apenas dei de ombros. "Fiquei responsavél por cuidar dos detalhes da parte administrativa para a sua chegada, além da contratação de outra pessoa, o que inclui fazer dois crachás junto com a chave de identifiçação para que nenhuma de vocês duas precise ficar esperando na porta para poder entrar. E como, aparentemente, precisamos madrugar para fazê-los… Aqui estou eu, chegando depois de você.", ele parecia irritado por ter precisado acordar tão cedo após uma longa noite de trabalho enquanto me dava aquela explicação que que mais parecia um desabafo escapando de sua mente pensante. Eu não o culpava. Realmente parecia um porre.

"Fico feliz de não ser a única que teve que se obrigar a cair da cama hoje."

"Em todo caso, mais do que eu, pelo visto.", vi um esboço de sorriso iluminando o seu rosto. Pisquei um olho para ele. "De toda forma, não vai demorar. Já adiantei as coisas, então, você não precisa se preocupar. Venha.", sem me dar tempo para acrescentar mais nada, Thomas abriu a porta, chamando-me para ir atrás dele.

Então, pegamos um elevador e finalmente tive o prazer de descobrir o open space do lugar, que nem se comparava com a fachada moderna. De repente, até comecei a pensar que parecia fria demais para comportar um ambiente caloroso como aquele. Por dentro, era uma completa festa viva de cores, plantas e objetos curiosos. Não tinha nenhuma divisória e com isso, divertidamente, entre duas escrivaninhas vazias, notei que cada mesa não só era enfeitada de maneira bem única, como também possuíam cadeiras bem diferenciadas. Nenhuma se repetia. Podia ser pouco, mas expunha a personalidade de cada um dos funcionários que trabalhavam ali. Thomas me guiou até a mesa mais neutra, a mais organizada e mais sóbria. Sem dúvida era a dele.

"Pode se sentar, não vai demorar.", disse ele de forma mecânica enquanto puxava para mim a cadeira, estranhamente no formato de um golfinho, da mesa ao lado. Era bonitinha, mas parecia tão desconfortável e não prática. Comecei a duvidar da sanidade do dono, ou dona, dela.

"Com todo respeito, eu prefiro ficar em pé, neste caso.", esbanjei um sorriso ladino, sarcástico. Ganhei mais um esboço de sorriso.

"Também não entendo porque as pessoas aqui escolhem outra coisa além do clássico modelo de escritório.", comentou enquanto se sentava na própria cadeira, ligando o computador. "É feito justamente para conforto e bom apoio para a lombar. Daqui a dez anos, todo mundo estará andando com uma bengala, menos eu.", não contive um riso bem humorado. Nunca deixaria de achar uma graça como, às vezes, ele falava aquele tipo de coisa sem um pingo de maldade. Era apenas lógico e direto. "Sua mesa é esta na frente da minha. Você é praticamente honorária, mais ainda assim, o chefe achou que seria melhor se você tivesse uma para sentir que faz parte da casa. Pode escolher um modelo de cadeira para você mais tarde. Tem alguém que sempre fornece móveis para a gente, e a loja dele tem de tudo."

"Longe de mim querer te dar mais trabalho…", comecei, com uma falsa voz mansa, doce. "Mas já que é você quem o conhece, vou deixá-lo cuidar das negociações. Dito isso, qualquer modelo parecido com a sua está ótimo para mim.", ele suspirou pesadamente.

"Muito bem, então eu vejo isso mais tarde."

"Não fique assim…", dei-lhe um soquinho amigável no ombro. "Ser o cara do TI, gerente dos eventos ligados à tecnologia, ficar apertando botões em um teclado o dia todo… Não te dei uma tarefa mais tortuosa do que essas coisas.", brinquei. Ele me olhou quieto por um tempo.

"Você esqueceu de mencionar que também recepciono os novos recrutas.", rebateu simplesmente. Não contive outro riso.

"Ouch.", pus a mão no peito, simulando ter levado um rit. Dessa vez, realmente ganhei um sorriso. Então, ele abriu uma gaveta e pegou uma pasta, suspirando alto. "Concordo com você, papelada é um saco."

"Inacreditável o tempo que perdemos com essas coisas. Todo mundo deveria ter um cartão com chip com todas as nossas informações registradas. Escanearíamos o cartão e pronto. Todas as informações seriam transmitidas diretamente."

"Seria mais prático, é verdade.", concordei, dando de ombros. Nunca havia parado para pensar naquilo. Ele pegou uma caneta de um porta-objetos em sua mesa, olhando-a com dó.

"Enquanto isso, vamos ficar com esses métodos… arcaicos.", soprei ar pelo nariz com sua fala, negando com a cabeça. Ele não tinha jeito.

Pegando a caneta para assinar o contrato após uma rápida passada de olhos, pois eu já havia lido previamente por mensagem, comecei a me lembrar de como nos conhecemos. Pura coincidência. Nós dois precisávamos comprar um novo telescópio do tipo refrator, mais conhecido como luneta, já que o velho estava quebrado. Era o último da loja e estava em promoção. Eu tinha meus motivos para querer, ele tinha os dele. Batemos boca por um bom tempo sob o olhar cansado do vendedor, debatendo sobre, na minha visão, quem era o mais digno de levar. Thomas era sólido, havia chegado primeiro. Quanto a mim, precisava consegui-lo de qualquer forma por motivos pessoais: cumprir uma tradição de promessas feitas ao meu falecido irmão mais velho, observar as chuvas dos corpos celestes que aconteciam todos os anos enquanto bebia uma garrafa de chocolate quente num cantinho especial nosso. Podia ser besteira, ele estava morto, afinal de contas. Não era como se fosse levantar do túmulo para me cobrar aquela pequena promessa que decidi fazer a ninguém e sem propósito nenhum. Mas me fazia sentir mais próxima dele, não queria desistir. No fim, de algum jeito, acabamos dividindo o valor, o telescópio e, na noite da chuva de meteóros, duas garrafas de chocolate quente regadas a pequenas histórias da infância.

Nostalgia. De repente, fiquei com muita vontade de tomar uma xícara daquela delícia açucarada e meio-amarga.

Após fazer a última curvatura do meu nome no papel, Thomas pegou um cartão plastificado na gaveta e o entregou a mim. Era o tal do meu crachá da empresa que servia para abrir a porta do prédio. Prendi uma risada ao notar que ele havia ignorado a foto profissional que enviei e optado pela minha foto de perfil. Simplesmente eu fazendo uma careta: um largo sorriso com a língua de fora. Um dos meus olhos estava fechado e minhas mãos, abertas ao lado do rosto, com os polegares se pressionando contra minhas bochechas. Eu gostava dela.

"Tom…", chamei sua atenção, apontando para a foto. Um sorrisinho brincando em meu rosto. "Isso está mesmo tudo bem?", ele apenas deu de ombros.

"Essa soa mais como você. O chefe não se importa tanto assim com padrões profissionais tradicionais, você vai acabar entendendo isso rápido se já não suspeita.", respondeu simplesmente, fazendo um pequeno gesto com a cabeça para mostrar o próprio open space da empresa. Realmente não parecia muito convencional. "Ele não é do estilo que avalia as pessoas com base nesse tipo de critério."

"Que engraçado… Comecei a sentir que vou gostar bastante de trabalhar aqui."

"Que bom que você pensa assim, porque gastei um bom tempo preparando e editando tudo para a sua chegada. Por outro lado, não entendo o que isso tem de engraçado…", comentou meio reflexivo. "É apenas uma foto sua, podemos reconhecê-la, e você está bonita. Sendo tradicinal ou não, continua sendo um trabalho de escritório, não é a coisa mais emocionante do mundo.", travei num comentário seu.

"Você me acha bonita nessa foto?", ingaguei com uma sobrancelha erguida, exageradamente curiosa com sua resposta para aquela questão. Conhecia-o há quase um ano já, entendia bastante bem como a cabecinha dele funcionava, modéstia pate. Mas, às vezes, ainda tinha dificuldade de diferenciar quando ele estava sendo apenas lógico de quando estava sendo sincero. Se é que havia diferença entre os dois adjetivos.

"É uma constatação.", deu de ombros mais uma vez. "Seus traços são simétricos, seus olhos são grandes e seus dentes são bem alinhados. São parâmetros geralmente associados à beleza."

Desta vez, não prendi minha risada. Thomas Rheault era, sem dúvida nenhuma, uma incógnita. Uma que me fasinava muito. Se aquilo foi mesmo um elogio, com certeza foi o menos comovente de todos que já ouvi na vida. Ao mesmo tempo, parecia tão a cara dele que eu não poderia evitar de levar a sério. Talvez não fosse isso, talvez eu estivesse pensando demais. Era sempre assim quando se tratava dele.

"De qualquer forma, por curiosidade, que tipo de pessoa exatamente é esse tal chefe?", indaguei, retomando o assunto. Era verdade que não tinha tido muito contato com ele. Fui recomendada pelo Thomas a trabalhar ali na organização de um evento ou outro, gostava da minha independência profissional, mas todos os detalhes que envolviam as chatas burocracias foram resolvidas por mensagem. Minha interação com Devon Okere, o Big Boss, resumiu-se numa rápida conversa por telefone que mal passou dos 10 minutos. Ele havia me parecido ser um mistério, ou simplesmente despreocupado demais. No entanto, estando ali, notava que, além de um ambiente livre e descomplexado, tinha também muito zelo. Como freelancer, eu bem sabia como poderia ser complicado manter uma pequena empresa, ainda mais um escritório físico. Então, estava bem curiosa com tudo.

"Eu diria que ele é do tipo instintivo. Enquanto funcionar para ele, ele não tem exatamente motivo para mudar de método.", Thomas meneou com a cabeça, e então olhou para o relógio, depois para o contrato assinado e, em seguida, para mim. "Bom, está feito. Os outros não vão demorar para chegar, se quiser ficar para conhecê-los ou dar uma volta por aí… Enfim, você tem passe-livre aqui a partir de agora."

"Uhm…", pensei um pouco, passando a língua pelos lábios. Eu realmente não tinha nada melhor para fazer, que mal faria explorar um pouco? Além disso, um lugar como aquele realmente dava vontade de ficar mais tempo. "Acho que vou dar uma volta, sim. Mas principalmente, gostaria de saber se aqui tem alguma cozinha. Preciso muito molhar a garganta."

Inesperadamente, ele deu uma risadinha e se levantou de sua cadeira, ficando bem de frente para mim, obrigando-me a erguer a cabeça. Thomas era só um pouco mais alto do que eu, mas durante toda a conversa, vi-o de cima por estar de pé e ele sentado. Agora, no entando, e tão de repente, senti-me um tanto pequena e desestabilizada. Não sabia o que esperar. Nem sabia porque me sentia assim, como se algo devesse acontecer. Soava tão clichê.

"Claro, sinta-se em casa. Aliás, eu estava pensando na mesma coisa…", retomou, acordando-me de meu pequeno transe. "Se quiser, posso te pagar uma bebida de boas-vindas.", ofereceu educadamente.

"Ah, vou adorar, com certeza!", exclamei, de volta aos trilhos. Melhor do que matar a sede, era ter esse desejo sendo patrocinado por alguém.

"A máquina de bebidas fica na copa, vem.", chamou já se afastando, a sombra de um sorriso flutuando em seus lábios. Aprecei-me em segui-lo. "Podemos chegar lá passando pela área de descanso."

Tal qual o open space, aquela área era encantadora. Grande, bem ilumidada e com cores vivas saltando aos olhos. Vários puffs, nos quais eu até adoraria me esparramar, estavam dispostos pelo lugar juntamente de cadeiras suspensas penduradas no teto por uma corrente. Isso para não mencionar a bela vista que as grandes janelas que iam de cima a baixo proporcionavam. Eram apenas prédios, sim, mas comecei a imaginar um cenário noturno com uma ou outra luz colorida ainda acesa do lado de fora. Mal via a hora de poder descansar ali.

"Cara, esse lugar parece um sonho!", exclamei maravilhada.

"É, é o que a maioria diz. Mas vou te mostrar uma outra coisa legal de verdade…", disse simplesmente, atiçando minha curiosidade.

Segui-o mais uma vez rumo à área adjacente, a copa. De primeira, pareceu algumas das cafeterias hipsters que eu adorava visitar. Mais um lugar bastante aberto, um lugar com muitas plantas, até no teto, alternando-se entre luminárias. No centro, uma grande mesa redonda com uma árvore no meio e cadeiras giratórias vermelhas em volta. Próximo as janelas, pequenas mesas com bancos que seguiam o mesmo padrão. Era um lugar muito bonito, de fato, mas não entendi o porquê do Thomas achá-lo mais impressionante até eu conhecer a famosa máquina de bebidas.

"O que você vai querer?", perguntou na lata.

"Deixe-me ver o que tem primeiro…", retruquei enquanto dava uma olhada rápida nas opções que a máquina oferecia.

"Não espere ver coisas exóticas ou inovadoras."

"Não, eu sei. Falo isso apenas para ver o que me dá vontade.", dei de ombros, e então vi exatamente o que precisava ver. Adorava quando a vida se tornava tão conveniente ao ponto de unir o útil ao agradável. "Um chocolate quente, por favor.", o ruivo sorriu levemente. Talvez esperasse aquela minha resposta.

"Boa escolha…", ele pegou o celular do bolso e digitou algumas coisas, então, como que obedecendo a um comando, a máquina começou a funcionar. Thomas me olhou com um brilho cheio de orgulho no olhar e, imediatamente, captei que aquilo era obra dele. Por fim, pegou o copo cheio e colocou a tampa para me entregar. "Pronto, um delicioso chocolate quente gratuido saindo!"

"Valeu!", dei-le uma piscadela de cumplicidade, estendendo a mão para adquirir meu pequeno vício.

Quando peguei o copo, meus dedos ficaram por cima dos dedos dele. Seu olhar cruzou o meu antes de imediatamente se virar para outra direção e ele ficou paralisado por um instante, os olhos voltados para o chão ou qualquer outro lugar que não fosse o meu rosto. Manti meu olhar firme, queria tanto desvendá-lo, saber no que estava pensando naquele momento. Concentração. Podia não saber ler mentes, mas era boa em perceber os pequenos sinais.

Os segundos não pareciam mais passar, seu olhar subiu para o copo que nós dois segurávamos. Suas bochechas ficaram levemente rosadas, ele franziu as sobrancelhas. Adorável. Podia afirmar tranquilamente que a pequena ruga que surgiu em sua testa não era de contraditoriedade. Talvez só estivesse confuso, brigando consigo mesmo em pensamento. Suas belas íris turquesas se voltado para as nossas mãos e indo de um lugar a outro em movimentos rápidos.

Ah, eu realmente não queria entender as coisas da forma errada, ou muito menos me precipitar. Mas olhando para ele daquele jeito, não conseguia evitar de sonhar um pouco enquanto observava os cachos ruivos que caíam pelo seu rosto que possuíam algumas poucas e charmosas sardas sobre o nariz, os olhos que, sutilmente, oscilavam entre um azul e um verde intensos.

Clichê. Clichê. Clichê.

De repente, ele soltou o copo nas minhas mãos e tossiu para limpar a garganta, recompondo-se como se acordasse de um trase, puxando-me também do meu. Tudo pareceu, então, ficar constrangedor, como se tivéssemos ficados presos naquela cena por mais tempo do que o necessário. Também precisei pigarrear.

"Está tudo bem, Thomas?", eu precisava saber, estava ávida. Ele me encarou mais uma vez. Inacreditável como seus olhos eram hipnotizantes. Dei-me um tama mental, buscando concentração. Tinha mesmo que me controlar melhor.

"Está, sim… Tudo bem.", murmurou em um tom reflexivo. "Não foi nada, é só que… Eu não esperava que houvesse um… contato.", ele realmente deveria ter ficado confuso até consigo mesmo dessa vez.

"Ah! Desculpe, eu não queria que…", dei um sorriso nervoso, buscando as palavras com calma. Eu queria sim. Mas isso ele não precisava saber ainda.

"Não faz mal.", interrompeu-me de um jeito natural. Sorri mais tranquila, e ele me devolveu o gesto, também fazendo mais um pedido à máquina, uma bebida que não consegui ver qual era, mas que ele logo deu um gole quando a obteve.

"Tom… Valeu mesmo…", agradeci, apertando o copo quentinho pela bebida em minhas mãos, buscando mudar de assunto também o mais rápido possível. "Mas me diz, você tem um aplicativo para controlar essa máquina? Como funciona?"

"Eu o desenvolvi para não pagar mais pelas bebidas. O aplicativo faz a máquina acreditar que eu paguei, e ela me serve o que eu peço.", explicou de forma automática e simples, dando de ombros como se aquilo não fosse grande coisa. Ergui uma sobrancelha. Às vezes, eu esquecia como ele podia ser pilantra.

"E ninguém vê problema nisso, espertinho?", sorri ladina.

"Não…", ele meneou com a cabeça, dando de ombros. "Na verdade, depois que eu desenvolvi o aplicativo, o Devon me explicou que tudo já era gratuito. Tem a partezinha para inserir as moedas, mas é… uma estrutura vestigial. Nunca pensei em tentar pedir sem pagar. Tenho bastante dinheiro em moedas lá dentro, aliás. Preciso me lembrar de baixar um curso para destrancar fechaduras. A menos que você seja especialista no assunto…"

"Posso dar um jeito, sim… Se você me der metade como pagamento.", negociei, metida a esperta. Ele me julgou com o olhar, e eu apenas dei de ombros, pondo a língua para fora. Sou freelancer, quem não chora, não mama. "Como você prefere que seja feito o serviço? Tem o chato jeito convencional, utilizando ferramentas, e…", fiz suspense. "O jeito baguçado, no qual eu explodo a porta. Se ninguém ligar para isso, no caso."

"Não é a solução mais elegante…", ele fez uma expreção mínima, porém muito engrçada, de desgosto. Tive que rir. "Eu ficaria incomodado com a ideia de estragá-la, então, fiquemos com a solução convencional dessa vez."

"Combinado, então."

"Bom…", ele varreu rapidamente os olhos pelo lugar após o término do assunto. "Preciso ir começar a trabalhar, ou essa pausa para o chocolate tende a ficar mais longa do que o previsto. A gente se fala depois, bom tour para você."

Sem esperar uma resposta, ele voltou para o open space. Demorei alguns segundos até decidir ir atrás, mas não exatamente até a sua mesa e nem para a minha. Dar uma volta pelo lugar talvez ajudasse minha mente a se distrair. Eu estava ferrada. E já havia um tempo desde que constatei aquilo. Sabia muito bem o que aqueles meus desejos pela sua atenção significavam. Todos já casaram de ver essa novela nos fimes, séries, desenhos, jogos e livros. Era assustador. Ele, no entanto, com certeza classificaria como ilógico, eu tinha certeza.

Suspirei pesadamente, bebendo mais um gole do meu chocolate quente, esperando que o doce e o amargo ajudassem a lavar a minha alma, encobrindo aquele sentimento complicado por mais algum tempo. O curto tempo até que meus olhos dourados cruzassem com seus olhos turquezas e todo aquele chichê voltasse à tona de novo.

[skriblee-ksk]

JacKiyuu relationship dynamic thing i saw someone do on tumblr(i forgor) WAIT NVM i think it was ryllen

ITS MY QPR!! and! fun fact: my first actual oc x canon. that’s crazy. i had some in the past but i was never rlly feeling it. BUT THIS TIME I GET BRAINROT OF THEM which may be bad but it’s summer break so it’s better. maybe.

genuinely struggled w Jack’s color because like. What is it. His hair lighting in chibi form is like. a teal. but within first years it’s yellow-orange. but like. his shirt. is dark pale green. idk man.

anyways headcanon of aroace-spec jack because i love aroace-beaming my favs SORRY. KINDA. IM PRETTY COMFORTABLE W IT BUT LIKE. IDK. SORRY. gender wise i got nothin tbh but also jackiyuu yuri’s kinda cute i think. IDK LIKE AU?? WHO KNOWS. HAPPY PRIDE MONTH. I WILL BE POSTING MORE OF THEM. HOPEFULLY.

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🫂 , I WANNA PARTY WITH YOU , ALL NIGHT ! LYR'S NAVIGATION .. ♡ ᝢ NOW PLAYING, rain by seventeen

LYR'S NAVIGATION, 01. masterlists | 02. carrd | 03. moots

🫂 , i do take requests for fic, drabbles, headcanons, fluff, angst, and aus! i don't take requests for smut (only suggestive, pg-13), x ocs, x other members, or anything that makes me uncomfortable!

NEWEST ADDITION TO THE LYRVERSE, seokmin w valentines day blues

ABOUT LYR ! she/her/hers, high school junior (0809), carat (cuties gathering & dolly), writing for seventeen (mainly dokyeom), updates weekly, requests are closed (for now)! read more about me in my carrd ♡

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◇ One of the Three Architects Marked by Celestials Assists You. ◇

"You'd like an introduction? Very well then."

You call me the Guiding Light. I'll help you through the endless maze that is the Hotel. Look out for my blue lights, as they will guide you."

Well, good luck out there. I believe in you!"

//read below cut for newcomers!

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ABOUT -◇- RULES

guiding light ask blog. need I say more

blog contains canon-typical violence

Because of the lack of canon information about the muse, this blog may be headcanon heavy at times. The mun will try to be as canon as possible otherwise.

Guiding Light lore here is mostly vague. As vague as I can be, anyways.

Answers will (usually) be answered form oldest to newest :)

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02 - The mun will answer every ask sent, however they reserve the right to delete an ask for whatever reasons there may be. //I'll try to avoid deleting asks.

03 - M!As, dupes (pun intended), ocs, and fandom crossovers are always welcome :3

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05 - Violence of any kind is NOT off the table! though probably won't do much most times because incorporeal being and yadda yadda

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Guiding Light here goes by any and all pronouns, they don't mind :)

They are a singular entity watching over the Hotel and beyond, residing in the boundless ocean surrounding it. They don't remember much.

The entities view them in a negative light, although Guiding Light doesn't hold anything against them. They're neutral with Curious Light, and on a negative note against the Red Light.

'The Hotel' collectively refers to all floors to make things easier :)

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[zablife]

YAY!!! I'm so happy your requests are open again. I fricking love your writing. I was wondering if I could be cheeky and request a couple of things. 01. Jack Nelson (non-dark) x shy Librarian Reader either one shot or relationship headcanons where he falls obsessively in love with her (Can include NSFW). 02. I love your OC Scarlett and I was wondering if you could write a little adventure between her and her twin John. These last ones are silly. 03. If you could recommend a book for each character (Tommy, Arthur, John, Michael, Luca, Polly, Esme, Jack, and Alfie) what would you give each character. 04. Same question but favourite animals.

Hi lovely, tysm for the compliment! Since this is a long ask, I'll break it into a couple of replies. #1 I'll add to my WIP list as I already have an idea so that will be forthcoming. As for #2, I have a series that's a bit like this already called Partners in Crime between John and Alfie's sister (written as a reader insert). They have chaotic sibling energy I think you'll enjoy! I must say tho #3 is the ask I had the most fun with bc I found some hilarious real (and not so real) book titles that had me screaming with laughter. You'll see why when you peek below the cut 🤭

Giving the Peaky Blinders a Book

Alfie

Arthur

John

Esme

Luca

Jack

Michael

Finn

Tommy

[desigemini24]

Hi! Whenever you get round to your requests, could you see if you can do this one?

OC female Targaryen reader × Aemond Targaryen story. Instead of Aemond accidentally killing Lucerys, he kills her and obviously the whole Dance of the Dragons start and then him and Daemon obviously both fight in the Gods Eye, perhaps he gets reborn but reborn in like Harry Potter universe and he gets told by fates or something that she was reborn there and he has to find her or something?

Not sure if you do crossovers? But you could always just get them reborn again to start again? Just thought crossovers were cool 😎

AN- So, I am writing headcanons for this; enjoy your crossover... Also, Aemond's reborn name is Aries and (Y/N)'s is Delphinus.

Requests are always open and well appreciated.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Being Reborn in Wizarding World with Aemond...

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Warnings- None except for Gryffindor vs Slytherin

GIF Credits to @my-harry-potter-generation

You were Lucerys' elder sister but younger than Jace and your dragon was the Bronze Fury.

You were bastard, just as your siblings; but you were loved more than anyone of them, and played multiple roles for your family.

You were Rhaenyra's darling daughter; Daemon's political advisor; Jace's partner of history lessons; Luke's Valyrian teacher and Rhaenys' little sweetheart.

Instead of Luke, you go to Storm's End on Vermithor.

And you meet your uncle there, beside one of Baratheon's daughters.

Everything went from bad to worst, and ended with your dead and Vermithor went back grieving his rider's death.

The entire Dance unfolded as it had to; Vermithor was tamed by a bastard by the name Hugh Hammer and died a warrior's death.

Aemond met in a face-to-face battle with Daemon above the God's Eye. As a result, both of them died with their respective dragons.

A few years later, Aemond is reborn as a wizard in Malfoy family as the second son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy; younger brother of Draco, by a year.

While you took birth as Sirius Black's child with Marlene McKinnon and were under Remus Lupin's custody while your father remained in the prison.

Aemond was prophesied to have a soul mate when he turned ten.

He only remembered the major events of it.

Him on a dragon. Him killing a lady with brown hair and violet eyes. Him fighting a man with long blonde hair.

He is told of it when he was eleven by his mother, who was kind and loving and reassured him that even if he doesn't find her, then it is alright.

"Aries, I know this is a heavy burden to carry, my son. But even if you don't find her, or him, even then; it's alright. Because love doesn't have to be written in stars, just in hearts."

He reaches at the train, alongside his goon of a brother and his sidekicks; but soon find a vacant couch.

It was then when you met him.

And while he was overwhelmed with nostalgia and overbearing loss; you, Delphinus, were completely unaware of his inner conflict.

Sitting in front of him with a grin, you extend your hand to him, saying your name to him.

That was when he realized that you had no recognition of your shared past.

So, with a headstrong aim of reminding her who she was and of their shared past life.

But, the first problem comes in during the sorting ceremony.

Because he gets allotted to Slytherin, a.k.a. the most devious house of Hogwarts.

While you get sorted to Gryffindor, where you met the Golden Trio, a.k.a. archenemies of Draco Malfoy.

"It's better not to interact with them."

[honey-crypt]

# WELCOME TO THE CRYPT, DEAR

BEFORE YOU PROCEED, PLEASE READ MY PSA

00. ABOUT BEE

★ i go by bee or honeybee

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