#I am not immune to the braids

[plo-koons-favorite-padawan]

At the Padawan Salle

Timelapse under the cut!

[drizzit]

Teehee drawing my dnd pc on the cover of a fashion magazine again ;; left is from the beginning of the year and right is now ^~^

[mhizzberryart]

"Oh, Korona! ...you look... different?"

Started playing LaDS with Korona as my MC! Korona was originally my MC for The Arcana and I've been using her as a protagonist for similar games ever since 💛

[cozmic-ash]

I am not immune to Emmrook baby

Read about my silly myriad of headcanons below the cut!

(Okay first I know half-elf children in DA don't have pointed ears and I understand why, but I think it's so cute I couldn't resist lol)

No shade to the people who give him a son but if Emmrich is going to have a biological child I NEED her to be a daughter, he has incredibly acute girldad energy and he and Rook already have a son in Manfred

Her name is Emmeline, after him :) I know everyone likes to name Emmrook children after his parents, but I imagine that's one of her middle names. Farah (Rook) is extremely apathetic about her attachment to the Mercar name and so she kinda insists on their child taking a bunch of name cues from Emmrich's side lol

(I imagine him, in turn, INSISTING that they work a Tevene (aka Latin lol) name in there somewhere, because she's THEIR child not just his!!! and she should have SOME kind of tie to that side of her heritage!!! and so he sticks Aurora in there and her full name ends up being a mess like Emmeline Elannora Aurora Volkarin or something lmao, way too many vowels)

I like to imagine him taking her to the safer levels of the Necropolis with him (and even then of course she must be covered from head to toe, and have her hair pulled back, and always stay within her line of sight, and etc etc etc) and she always brings him the 'fascinating' stuff she finds but really it's like always nug bones and pretty rocks lol (he is of course always VERY interested). Also she's the one who wants to dress like him

After Sylvia Feketekuty answered my question about how Watchers might view mourning jewelry over on Bluesky it got me thinking about how they might view like, baby teeth, given how highly they value the body. Baby teeth fall out naturally but what a waste to just dispose of them! So it amused me to think of them making their childrens' teeth into jewelry or dioramas or something like that; in Emmrich's case I think he's a sentimental-enough man to want things like that on his person at all times (Farah, of course, is always quick to point out that they fell out NATURALLY to non MWers lol)

Similarly, I like the idea of Emmrich having a little lock of hair from Rook, and also Emmeline, maybe also braided with his own :) Kept in a little locket or something, in his breast pocket, right up against his heart <333

Also in the last image I DID want to include Manfred in that cuddle puddle but I couldn't figure out where to put him lol

[peachsayshi]

PEACH YOUR BABY DADDY!SUKUNA.....

He distanced himself bc he's not a good guy, he's got a shit job, can barely pay child support but he does what he can. And he always looks after your daughter when you're busy, takes every moment to be with her that he can, even tho he knows that you're the more capable parent. You were always too good for him, and he was your bad boy fling, your mistake.

"I think you love momma more." His daughter told him, bless her unfiltered thoughts. She was probably right. Somehow, after all this time, he still found you completely stunning. He felt guilty for the way he treated you, seeing you persevere and thrive as you've gotten older. If anything, you got more beautiful with each passing day, and he couldn't be happier that his child was being raised by you, even if that meant he had to be out of the picture.

"maybe I do." He chuckled, a tinge of regret to his words. He remembered the ways he hurt you, the look on your face when he made you cry. His selfishness. It was always his selfishness that got in the way. "But I'm not good at it."

// brutally soft // III. 

baby daddy!sukuna x reader 

tags: non curse au; tension; reader and sukuna are co-parents; girl dad sukuna; mentions troubled past with sukuna; alludes to significant size different; mentions drug use and drinking; mentions cheating; sukuna being soft; unrequited love; angsty | | read this for more context & this & this

note: (I am so sorry this took me so long to respond to) but!! you don't get to leave something like this and not expect me to sweetly return the favor by meddling with your feelings the way you did mine. because holy shit, nyx, just hearing sukuna say "I'm not good at it" in a hushed, sad voice made me want to take my own ribs out.

dni if your blog is blank / ageless / or are a minor

"mama! guess what!" your daughter says. "I have a secret!"

you smile to yourself because she always has a secret to share these days. little, innocent things that capture her attention which seem worthy of keeping confidential.

"you know," you say as you help her into her dress. "you're not supposed to tell secrets when you have them..."

"but I tell you everything, mama!"

you lift her up in your arms, the weight of her body getting heavier by the day and reminding you of how fast she's growing.

sukuna is taking her to visit her uncle yuji, and she has been over the moon about it. you place her on the seat of her vanity, and proceed to fix her hair since sukuna will be arriving in twenty minutes, and you want to make sure that she's all set once her dad gets here. you giggle at her response, "okay, okay, what's the secret?"

she looks at you from the mirror's reflection and covers her mouth as she chuckles.

"hey, what's with the sly face?" you prod, holding a chunk of her hair gently between your palm.

"do you know ms. kiko?" she asks, referring to her pre-school teacher.

"mhmm, what about her?"

she giggles again. "well, she told told mrs. chiyo that she thinks daddy is cute!!"

your heart thumps. oddly.

you're not immune to the way that the women look at the father of your child. it's the same alluring, seductive energy that drew you to sukuna in the first place.

but it's been years since you've both been intimate together in any capacity, you're sure that he's probably got someone on call if and when necessary. considering he has more spare time than you do without a child running around, you're pretty sure that sukuna is satisfied with whatever situationship he's in. you've learned to swallow the discomfort of the idea of sukuna with other women. just like how you had to bury the hurt of the very one who tore your relationship apart.

you hum at her observation, your fingers idly braiding her hair.

it's not like you were single anymore either. you've been casually dating a lawyer on and off. it wasn't serious per se, but it wasn't a fleeting relationship where it made you feel like you were entirely free of the attachment.

he's even met sukuna at this point.

granted those dates are few and far between, but you were a single mother who worked full time.

trying to commit to a relationship is hard.

even though, you would love to share all this with...someone.

"anyway, I had to warn daddy to be careful..." your daughter interjects.

"warn him?" you repeat with a smile, her choice of words adorable.

"yeah! so, I told daddy that ms. kiko was in love with him, and asked him if I should tell her to stop..."

"stop?"

"being in love with him!" she responds with a grimace.

that makes you laugh. "and why would you do that, hmm?" you question gently for fun.

"because I know that daddy loves you more, mama!"

your heart thumps again, harder this time. so hard you feel it nearly knock the wind out of you. you clear your throat to ease the apprehension while your daughter kicks her legs with anticipation.

"and how would you know that?" "because," she insists, "daddy told me that he loves you more than anyone else in this world"

her words spill out of her, a glass of water that's been carelessly knocked over. you scrunch your brows as each word registers into your brain, soaking over your to do lists and mental checks.

"what?" you whisper as you stare at this little girl who has already carried on the conversation.

"after me, obviously," she presses - because no one can take her place when it comes to the love that you and sukuna both give her.

"wait-wait..." you say a little breathless, your hands suddenly trembling as you do your best to finish the job you started. "what did your daddy tell you? I didn't quite-"

"he said he loves you more than anyone else in the world..." she repeats, her focus on the rogue hair brush that sits at her small vanity. "so, yeah, that's why I asked daddy if I should tell ms. kiko to stop saying he's cute..."

"your...your daddy is just being silly..." you murmur, trying to underplay the statement. you slip the hairband around her second braid to secure the style in place.

impossible, you think. that's impossible.

so much time has passed between you both.

you buried that part of your past long ago.

left it and refused to look back-

"nu-uh. he said that I don't have to say anything to ms. kiko. that it's okay because he loves momma more, anyway. but daddy also told me once that he's not that good at it," she adds on, her fingers picking at the bristles of her bright purple brush, "whatever that means..."

"when did you and your daddy have this conversation..."

the realization hits her then, and she stares up at you before covering her mouth. "oops," she states, glancing from side to side, "I pinky promised daddy I wouldn't tell you that..."

before you can fish out anything else from her, she hops off her seat, her feet pattering away as she moves across the room towards her pile of plushies.

"who should I take with me?" she says loudly, brushing aside the fact that she said far more than she should. she stands with her hip jutted out and her finger pressed against her lips, her back facing you.

you have to lean against her closet to steady yourself. you do your best to rationalize sukuna's words, trying to decipher the pieces in this game of whispers.

your mind flashes to the horrid break up five and a half years ago. a memory that exists hazily in the back of your mind, to the moment of you standing in sukuna's dingy old apartment holding a lacy white bra between your fingers.

it was not yours.

"what is this?" you gasped, your breath straining as your chest rose and fell with unease. "what the fuck is this..."

it's the only time you've ever seen sukuna panicked.

your memory only captures his words in blurs.

of him drinking too much.

way too much.

of him not waking up alone but swearing that he thought he was was you.

of him not recollecting his own thoughts because he blacked out that night.

of him being just as shocked when he realized the warm body next to him was not his girlfriend.

he begged you to forgive him.

"Baby, I swear. I fucking swear I will clean up my act. I-I'll never fucking drink again. Fuck, I went too far last night. One of the guys was passing around these pills I shouldn't have fucked around with them..."

you couldn't.

you couldn't accept any of it.

you already tolerated so much with him.

the drinking, the recreational drug use, his inability to keep a job, and him nearly ending up in jail for causing fights.

but you saw so much more in that man - and yet, he proved you wrong.

this betrayal spoke volumes.

this betrayal proved to you that you were expendable to him too.

that you just weren't that important.

that shadow of that man doesn't exist anymore. not with this new version of sukuna in your life.

he almost makes you forget the past. this man; your daughter's sunlight. her knight in shining armor. the source of her joy.

he may not have been good at loving you, but that little girl has him in the palm of her hand.

and he loves her with all his might, it feels like his absolution.

"mama?" your daughter calls out, snapping you out of your thoughts.

she's standing right in front of you now, holding a rabbit plushie in one hand and a penguin in the other.

"can I take both?" she asks innocently, her wide eyes glittering brightly as she remains oblivious to your own personal drowning.

"n-no," you stammer out, and affectionately poke the small dimple in her cheek. "just one, my love. we all know your uncle yuji will have more for you when you see him..."

her eyes widen, "that's right!" she exclaims, "he always finds the best and softest ones!"

the bell rings, and you abruptly stand on your feet.

your throat tight, your stomach fluttering.

"daddy's here!" your daughter cheers, and instantly runs out of the room.

you pick up her weekend bag and sling it over your shoulder. you pause and exhale softly, telling yourself to relax before following in her footsteps.

sukuna's deep voice greets you first.

"look at these braids on you..."

you find them both at the foyer, your daughter already scooped up in her father's big, muscular arms. his hand is tugging at one of her braids and she's smiling wildly in his direction.

he's wearing an oversized leather jacket, the fit only bulking up his stature. your daughter is gripping his black tee between her hands, and she yanks it gently before asking: "can we go now?"

sukuna smiles and your spine shivers.

age has done wonders for him too.

"easy, princess, let me say hi to your mom first..."

your fingers grip onto the strap of her weekender bag nervously. you don't know why you suddenly feel very aware of how you look.

of the fact that you're completely barefaced and running on five hours of sleep. that your choice in clothes is a pair of unflattering sweats and hoodie which has some coffee stains on it. you desperately need to wash your hair, and are due for a manicure appointment.

sukuna turns to face you, "hey you, I didn't notice you standing there..."

you clear your throat again, "hi! sorry...I uh-I didn't want to interrupt..."

sukuna adjusts the hold on your daughter, allowing you to approach him as he couldn't take off his boots.

"she all ready for me?" he asks.

"mhmm" you answer quietly, at a complete loss for words because all you can hear is "daddy said he loves you more than anyone else in the world."

you hand off the bag to him, which he takes with ease.

"it's not too late to join us," he offers, but you give him a small smile and shrug of your shoulders.

"trapped with work unfortunately,"

sukuna glances in your daughters direction, "I tried..."

she pouts your way. "you sure, mama?"

"yeah, my love, I am sure."

you slide into sukuna's frame, doing your best to carefully not touch any part of his broad canvas. you stand up on your tip toes and place multiple kisses on your daughter's cheek.

"I love you and I am going to miss you like crazy these next two days," you state sweetly, feeling her wrap her arms around your neck to give you a hug and a kiss in return. "promise me you'll be on your best behavior..."

"I promise!!" she answers.

you find the courage to meet sukuna's soft eyes, the ease on his face doing nothing to help your shattering state.

"I guess you're both set then," you say with a sigh.

he furrows his brow at your tone, and leans forward to make direct eye contact toward you. your lips part slightly at the close proximity of his face with yours, and he tilts his head like a curious cat before asking: "you okay?"

your heat burns so naturally. your heart ready to climb it's way up your throat. you blink back in surprise at his question, and stutter out a "I-I'm fine..."

"you sure?" he presses as he casually stands upright again, like he didn't just pop the bubble of your personal space. "you seem a little off..."

"I am okay," you reassure with a firm nod, before dropping your gaze down at your feet as you shift your balance. "I-I just have a lot on my mind today is all..."

there is a gentle tap just underneath your chin, your attention lifts up to look back at sukuna. his expression is stoic, but you can see the concern in his tense jaw. he taps the space just beneath your bottom lip, your insides turning at the gesture he used to do to you countless times before.

"anything I need to be worried about?" he asks calmly, his choice of words a veil over his obvious unsettlement.

you feel like you really can't breathe then.

your mind spins to when you carelessly kissed him. to when he returned the gesture at your daughter's play.

what seemed so innocent now feels like a serious overstep.

your hand circles around his wrist and you pull him away from you. "I'm fine, Ryomen," you acknowledge politely, trying to keep your words detached but kind.

after you see them both off and shut the front door, you find yourself pressed against the wooden frame. your back weakly glides down the surface until you're sitting on the floor. you bring your knees close to your chest, shaking at the prospect not because you don't want it to be true, but because you are terrified of allowing yourself to even open your heart to sukuna again.

he broke you. he hurt you. and yet, he somehow was the only thing that healed those wounds.

he is the reason why you were able to bring your daughter into this world. he treated her with immense love and supported you in every capacity to build this imperfect little family with you.

ryomen sukuna - your dark angel. the source of your deepest pain, and the reason for your happiest joy.

the wall that you've kept between you and sukuna exists as a safety barrier. you can peek over whenever necessary, but it doesn't mean you ever have to cross that boundary.

and yet, you've caught yourself with the consideration of sitting on the ledge, or maybe even stepping onto the other side.

all it takes for you is to then see the cracks and damages of the past as a reminder of what keeps stopping you.

"get a grip of yourself" you mutter out loud.

you let go of that love. you remind yourself, and you both are better for it.

sukuna is a completely different individual now, and you are in a much happier place than you were before.

the whirlwind romance, the intense passion and addictive excitement fizzled. the sparkle having faded the moment his betrayal was revealed.

maybe your love for each other is just too destructive when intertwined so closely. but existing loosely as small strings, and tethered to the singular entity that lives and breathes because of it...

maybe that should be more than enough for you both.

and you don't know why the thought breaks your heart a little.

[cringe--is--dead]

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔻𝕠 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕊𝕚𝕔𝕜

Incl. Umemiya, Hiragi, Tsubakino, Choji, Togame

Umemiya

Having grown up in a group home, Umemiya knows how to be the best care giver ever

That being said: he’s also insanely clingy and affectionate on his worst days

He’s attentive to a T

With Kotoha’s help he’s bringing you homemade soup, full of fresh veggies from his garden

He’s making you tea and keeping water bottles near by whenever you even mention wanting a drink

Sends his four kings out to watch over while he’s with you because he refuses to leave your side until your healthy— doesn’t matter if it’s a cold or the flu

Still cuddles with you, despite you telling him he’ll get sick— he tells you his love and affection will make you feel better

Whenever your fever spikes he’s quickly getting a wet cloth, laying it on your forehead and humming a wordless tune or telling you stories softly

He’s there to wake you up whenever you have fever induced nightmares, and holds your hair back if you rush to the bathroom to be sick

If you even feel the tiniest bit insecure because you feel gross and greasy he shuts that down: by telling you:

“In sickness and in health!” “That’s— those are wedding vows?” “Ha, yeah! But think of them as…pre-engagement, pre-wedding vows now! Hey— your face is all red, did your fever spike again?”

If you’re far enough into your relationship he’ll help you bathe: his hands are gentle as he washes your hair, no wandering touches as he helps you clean your body

He’s so soft you nearly fall asleep in the water, lulled into a serene peace by his soft voice and gentle touches

He combs your hair once it’s dry enough, braiding it to keep it out of your face and wrapping you your freshly washed sheets you have no idea when he had time to clean

Overall; 11/10 to take care of you when you’re sick

Even if he does end up getting sick himself after

Hiragi

You probably got sick after he warned you to bring your coat with you or not to stay up too late let’s be real

Dad sighs and twitching eyes

But he’s buying all the best meds and electrolyte drinks

I personally believe this man knows how to cook so he’s making you homemade soup, congee and other things his mom used to make him when he was sick

Brings a type of lemon “candy” that helps with your throat, knows they work because he keeps them on him in case Kaji needs them

He stays with you, but he gives you space

1. Because he needs to make sure he doesn’t get sick— he has to take care of you firstly, and secondly he cannot let Umemeiya free of him for too long

2. Because he knows you’ll want space occasionally; to sleep, to rest, to regenerate your social battery

While you nap he’s cleaning around; washing and folding clothes, doing dishes, organizing your mail— he’s completely husband material

When you want him near he’ll have you lay your head on his lap, and he’ll run his fingers through your hair and read to you— literally any book you choose he’ll read without hesitation

He’ll be so attentive and supportive when you’re sick, and he makes sure to continue to give you vitamins even after to help you avoid being sick again

But even when you are he’ll be there again

15/10 he’s just so HUSBAND MATERIAL

Tsubakino

LOOK

if there’s one thing anyone knows about me it’s I am a Tsubaki stan first and a human second

that being said

I imagine him taking care of you being sick is, while sweet, also a bit panicky

I imagine he has this weirdly insane immune system so he’s hardly ever gotten sick, and he’s also an only child so this isn’t super familiar territory

but he tries

does so much research he might go a bit overboard

“My darling! I got cough medicine, fever reducers, cooling masks, some cough drops Hiragi suggested! I got some water bottles and Suo-chan suggested different teas— I wasn’t sure which one would be best so I got all six! Nirei-chan said to get electrolytes so I got different flavors of those! And Kotoha-chan made soup! And congee! And I can order more, in fact I have a few different soups on the way!”

he just hates seeing you feel so bad

he’s a ball of nerves around you, always checking in on you and asking what you want, what you need, what you’d like

you can’t even be annoyed he’s so sweet

he helps you bathe, much like Umemiya, he’s sweet and attentive

he brings over his own stuff too; bathbombs, shower steamers, hair masks, face masks

he can’t make the illness disappear but you’ll at least feel clean and good on the outside

he takes his time with your hair and face, and he’s basically your personal masseuse in the bath

you’re never felt so relaxed despite being as sick as a dog

even though you’re sick he’s still quick to press kisses to your cheeks and forehead, face red from fever, embarrassment, and lipstick stains now

paints your nails while you rest with a cold press on your head, tells you about the latest debacle between Umemeiya and Hiragi and Sugishita and Sakura

by a miracle he doesn’t get sick

and he stores all the leftover meds and electrolytes (there’s a lot) between your place and his so he’s prepared next time

overall: 1000000/10

realistically: 10/10 (but always 100000/10 in my eyes)

Choji

oh boy

o h b o y

let it be known you try to hide the fact you’re sick from him for as long as possible

read: you fail

he’s showing up at like 7am, waking you up and charging in

did he bring anything?

of course

he’s brought snacks

not healthy ones

you’re not hungry because you’re nauseous, so he just stores them in your fridge and comes to cuddle you

he’ll wait on your every command don’t get me wrong

want water? he’s grabbing you a glass

need to go to the bathroom? he’s helping you up and walking you there, waiting outside the door and helping you back

bored? he’ll tell you all the thoughts in his head! and there’s a lot!

hungry? he’s grabbing those snacks for you!

he’s attentive and sweet, but he definitely is spoiled by Togame so much he’s not entirely sure how to take care of a sick person

but he’s strong so he’ll just beat your illness for you!

he’ll hold you while you rest, turn your fan on when you say you’re hot, turn it off when you’re cold

he tries to braid your hair while you rest, it’s messy but he tried

he ends up getting sick before you’re even better yourself

now Togame is tasked with coming to your place and taking care of both of you

overall: 7/10

he tries he really does

but he charges in with no instructions and just love

which is great but doesn’t treat the flu

Togame

he probably has taken care of an ill choji (^) so he knows what he’s doing

the patience of a saint holy—

he comes to see you when you’re asleep, and he’s silent as he unpacks stuff from the nearby convention store

you wake up startled at him just chilling, probably drinking a ramune and reading something

he keeps his voice soft as he asks if you’re hungry or thirsty

helps you sit up as he hands you a water bottle, and if your hands are too shaky he’d holding it for you to drink out of

he won’t even let you open your mouth to apologize before he’s giving you that stupidly soft smile and telling you he’s happy to take care of you

he keeps the curtains shut so the light in your room is dim, and he brings in candles with your favorite scent so the lights don’t hurt your eyes and the scent helps you feel calmer

not much of a cook himself when it comes to specific food to help you, but he grabbed take out on the way and heats up the perfect portions whenever you’re hungry

not too much so you leave food on the plate but not too little so you’re still hungry after

the man that he is

can definitely see him massaging your hands, your arms and your shoulders cause you’re tense from feeling ill

keeps a bucket or a bag nearby in case you get sick and can’t make it to the toilet

does a little braid to keep your hair out of your face, jokes about how he learned how to braid his hair so he’d he perfect at it for you

tries to brew you tea, and either burns it or under-steeps it

you both opt for just water for the time being

doesn’t get sick, but definitely sleeps for an entire day after you’re healthy

you both do actually— a long sleep cuddled up together

overall; 13/15 i think i made myself fall more in love with him

[lastfairdealgonedown]

everything under the sun is in tune

summary – in which the quiet moments greatly overpower the present dismay that drives its roots into amphoreus -> aglaea x afab!reader

includes – descriptions of aglaea & reader both being bare (not in the suggestive sense!), aglaea tugged a few strings [get it] to get the reader into the chrysos heirs baths, might not be too lore accurate, rare footage of me writing fluff (expect 10 angst fics after this). reader uses terms of affection commonly used in greek

a/n – got aglaea and failed a uni math exam, merely hours apart. 10/10 use of luck if i may humbly say so myself

In times of great turmoil, it is of outmost importance that all remains under control, and that the citizens remain peaceful. A nation is not defined by its land, as much as it is defined by its people, after all; As such, undoing knots from threads — in this case, Amphoreus — requires as much careful hands, as it requires stable ones.

Needless to say, it is the hands of the Chrysos Heirs that keep said thread stable. They are base and lever, the driving force behind Amphoreus and its saving grace. Their position requires them to be ready to take on anything, anytime, and as self-explanatory as that is, it is also taxing.

So, to remain on point, the Chrysos Heirs, too, must rest, which is a concept that your lover seems to forget more often than not.

Which is why you do your own part in saving Amphoreus: ..by forcing her to rest, of course. After all, who can resist the warm water of the baths? As above as she is from shallow temptations of the flesh, she is not totally immune to them. If not for you tempting her, she would probably work herself to the bo—

Ouch. “My apologies. I did not mean to harm you; Your hair tangles.. very easily.”

Lightly shaking your head, enough to not disturb Aglaea's work in your hair, you dismiss her apology. It's not her fault, after all; You are certain that she did a great job untangling any small knots prior to attempting to braid it. Flawless, per usual. “No, don't worry- It was never one to behave for anyone, not even for me.”

Humming behind you in concentration, your lover shifts to change her position behind you to something that further closes the distance, and allows her to move her arms more efficiently, “Whatever do you mean? It is ‘behaving’ perfectly- Matter of fact, I am already half-way through the braid.”

Huh?

Turning to peer over your shoulder as slowly as you can, Aglaea pauses her movements to allow you to look, gently raising her hands with strands of your hair in-between her slim fingers in order to show you the length of the braid so far. Impressive. You knew her hands were very lightweight and swift, but experiencing it first hand was.. a whole another thing. “Ah, you really are almost done.”

She hears you muttering something to yourself, most likely in shock, as you turn around to face forward again and let her continue her work. “Say, my soul.. When we have enough of the water, shall we bask under the sun, for a few minutes? You can head back to work, after that.”

There is silence on her end for a few seconds, seemingly thinking it over- It's obvious, in how the twirling movements of her hands slow down in your hair, now merely following muscle memory. “Bask under the sun..” she mutters to herself. “I am not opposed to it; I was thinking I could stay a bit more after, as well. There aren't any pending emergencies for the time being-”

“-so we can spend more time together?”

“..Yes.”

With a smile of triumph, you finally turn around to face her when she finishes your braid and ties the end with something that looks almost like a much shorter golden thread, hair whipping forward from the abruptness of the movement. “Glad to hear you're finally taking my offer to rest- It's been.. a while, since we've been like this.”

“That, it has been.” Eyes fluttering closed, a subtle sigh escapes from her nose when you lean forward and kiss her cheek, wet skin coming into contact with hers as you lean forward, hands resting on her legs to stabilize yourself.

In response, the faintest of smiles sneaks into her expression, leaning in and kissing your temple. Aglaea is pleased only by that which is beautiful, and needless to say she is very pleased by what she is seeing. You are beautiful like this; and she will never cease to remind you.

Her hands gently run down your arms, then move to your torso and drift down to your waist, simply admiring. There was nothing suggestive about the way she felt you — after all, she is one for truth, and bareness is a way of truth, accompanied by vulnerability. She is currently true to you, and you are true to her; No threads required.

“You are the epitome of beauty,” she mutters under her breath, leaning in to drift her lips over your cheek, whilst her hands travel up to your face — to cradle you gently, lovingly — as if she is holding the most seamless of fabrics. The corners of your lips twitch up upon hearing her, leaning just a bit closer and resting your hands on her waist to support yourself, legs outstretched behind you underneath the water, “Look who's talking.” you respond, quiet chuckle bubbling up in your throat as your eyes flutter shut peacefully, under her meticulous touch.

The two of you remain there for the time being; She hovers the pads of her fingers over your skin, just about everywhere she can reach, eyelashes occasionally fluttering, and you lean forward to press against her, resting your head against her collarbones. “Comfortable?” You can almost hear the source of her voice, when you're this close. “Very, my heart.”

Her hands drift up your spine, then down, and up again; Dragging her fingers slowly. She does not need vision to know the perfection of your skin. She knows you by presence alone, the way the air shifts when you're around, how the threads tied around her careful fingers tug a little more, almost eagerly. She may not know you by vision, but you overwhelm every other sense she has, to the point it is all yours.

To think that peace is eternal, frankly, is daft. In a world where our fate is what we are allotted and nothing more, it is not exactly easy to shake the balance and certainty of the threads, for such is our lot; If peace is to end and be replaced with turmoil, we are powerless against it. Nevertheless, many take it as a welcome challenge to try and shake the threads out of spite for fate's ruthlessness, seize them into our hands vehemently and alter them, cut them if we must and ultimately tie them elsewhere. That, is exactly why your hands tighten on her waist slightly when she moves to get up.

“Where are you going?” Her hands drag a bit against your skin as they withdraw, before resting on your shoulders and guiding you to sit up in the warm water. She is loath to make you get up when you are so comfortable, but you are too easy to predict, "You are falling asleep; I was merely about to fetch the towels and dry ourselves up, before heading back to our chamber."

With your head lulling from side to side and desperately trying to remain awake (and failing), you deny her claims and wave your hand dismissively, "Falling asleep? Me?" you pause, biting back a yawn and covering your mouth, "Don't know what you're talking abo- Did you just tighten the threads?"

"Attempting to lie to me is futile, you know this."

Chuckling, you force yourself to stand and cover yourself with the towel she hands you, tying it around your torso and humming, movements slow, prolonged and relaxed, "Oh, I know very well." You watch as your lover takes her sweet time getting dressed, adjusting her chiton on her shoulders and fitting her golden accessories around her arms, "Say, my heart.. have I told you you're beautiful today?"

The corners of Aglaea's lips twitch into a smile, "You did, just this morning." Adjusting her hair accessories, she makes her way to where your clothes are, neatly folded close to hers; She still remembers the love and care she put into this specific piece, when making it for you. She truly wishes she could see how beautiful you must look donning it, but for the time being, touch will have to do.

Making her way to you with your clothes in hand, she hums and stops right in front of you, "Now, let us get you dressed, and be on our way."

"Yes, love."

[levvthan]

We need more Dad Heisenberg i love how you wrote him!!

Now this is probably just me but i at least see Karl being a dad to a older son and younger daughter. And I would love to request the cute moments Heisenberg has with them, mostly asking how would be experiencing all their firsts, like first words and first steps, you get the idea. But just funny fluffy headcanons.

oh my gosh i absolutely love this dynamic idea! thank you for requesting!

dad! heisenberg headcannons (pt. 2) - heisenberg x f! reader

♡ milestones

he swears that he's going to make their first words something cool like boom, fuck or bitch

"Can you say bitch? Say bitch for daddy."

son's actual first word? "Dog" ... Karl was actually quite offended

daughters first word? "BOOM!" (he may of let her press the detonator button once or twice)

when his son takes his first steps, Karl gets so excited that he mistakably cheers too loud and scares the living shit out of him

"Karl you idiot! You made him trip!" ... "No, no, come on - try again! OH SHIT LOOK AT HIM GO!"

with his daughter, he's far more careful with his voice (you had to remind him to keep it down this time)

that is until she practically sprints across the room to him

he's so overjoyed he picks her up and spins her around in the air

"My girl! Look, she did it!" ... "Karl - Don't drop her goddammit!"

his son would be a lot like him, and it really shows during his first tantrum

he is fascinated with his dads hammer, constantly trying to hold and touch it

whenever you or Karl would take it away he'd go into full-blown meltdown mode

"My boy, you quite literally can't even lift it." ... "Karl - how many times? I told you to keep it out of his sight!"

*louder screaming as Karl puts it on a shelf*

with his daughter, her tantrums are silent... but deadly

she ends up going teary eyed, comparable to a sad puppy, which makes Karl feel incredibly guilty

"Don't give me that look." *eyes intensify* "... OK, fine. You win."

♡ time with his son

Karl would insist on his son following in his footsteps in being an engineer

he'd teach his son how to use tools properly, but his son immediately just wants to whack things with them

"No, we use them to fix things, we don't - HEY!" *son bonks him on the head with a spanner*

as his son grows older, they'd spend hours on projects together in Karl's workshop... building questionable contraptions

when you call them for dinner, you'd have to practically force them both to take a shower

*sat around the table* they both reek of oil, Karl has ash smeared on his face, whilst your son looks like he's been subjected to multiple explosions

the two of them wrestle a lot, usually ending in one of them jumping off a piece furniture in order to tackle the other... much to your disapproval

"Darling, do we really need a coffee table? We can just build a new one."

♡ time with his daughter

Karl's daughter would follow him everywhere, practically his shadow

Workshop? She's there. Outside? Right behind him. Personal space? What's that?

"Pumpkin, why don't you go hang with your mom or brother instead?" (secretly, he doesn't want her to leave)

she loves trying to scare him, cackling like a little goblin right after

however, Karl's scarily immune to jump scares, so he often has to pretend

"RAHHHH!" *his daughter jumps out a corner* "JESUS! - goddammit! You scared me!"

his daughter would also be obsessed with his hair, she'd constantly ask to braid or style it for him

"You're going to look so pretty daddy." ... "Great."

if she'd braided it, he'd often forget to take them out, you'd see him and almost choke

she would also pester him to play dolls, even though he was terrible at it and 'made everything boy-ish' (her own words)

"Hello, I am - uh - Mr... Metal-Man World Destroyer. I am here to DESTROY the castle! Mwhahaha! " ... "NO daddy! He's a knight!"

his son would walk past her room, snickering, earning a death glare from Karl

[elliesdirtywifebeater]

Desperate

pairing: seattle!abby x immune!reader

CW: oral (r!receiving), degrading, cursing, dom!abby, sub!reader, overstimulation, dacryphilia, fingering, prasing, face riding, description of readers injury.

summary: you and abby encountered an ambush of infected during a patrol, and on your way to safety a runner forced you into hand to hand combat. In the heat of the turmoil you were met with a pretty nasty scratch on your abdomen. once you and abby reached a safe space she patched you up, but so much more happened than what you planned.

a/n: this is my first smut story in like 3 years so i apologize if it isnt that good😭

"fuck that was close" abby mumbled out of breath

"no fucking shit, i almost died" you huffed out as abby sat you down on a couch you guys finally found on the far end of the desolated library.

"yeah well you fucking didnt." she replied with an insolent tone that made you scoff.

"dont act like it wasnt partially your fault, if you knew where we were going this wouldnt have happened. youre so lucky i wasnt anyone else." you mumbled the last bit as you gave her a glance through your eyelashes.

Her only response was a slight mean mug.

"dont make me wipe that stupid look off your fucking face anderson."

"whatever y/n. lets just clean you up so we can get back to base."

Abby reached into her bag grabbing rags, alcohol and tape. "dont move. unless you wanna make this harder for the both of us." she stated and followed along with a smart remark "like you do any other time"

Abby kneeled down infront of you lifting your shirt up revealing a 3 inch long slight gash on your lower abdomen, with it still bleeding abby soaked a rag in alcohol and gently placed it on top of your wound.

you let out a hiss and grip abbys arm, she jolted slightly from the unexpected contact.

sunlight slowly made itself known in the library as it shone through the windows, shining down onto abby with beads of sweat dripping down her face.

Her skin had a subtle tan making her freckles look perfect, her single braid lose and messy as a few strands fell in her face.

the way your admiring her features you completely zoned out, not even feeling the pain of the pressure that was being applied to your aching stomach.

her sweaty rosey skin turned you on, her gentle yet heavy touch as she patched you up, being nothing but mear inches away from her fired you up as you feel your core heating up. just looking at her could have you finish right then and there. hurt or not all you wanted in the moment was her all over you.

as you catch yourself slipping your bottom lip between your teeth you snap out of this trance you trapped yourself in.

"fuck." you mumbled, which earned a mild concerned look from abby. "am i being too rough?" she whispered and looked up at you.

shaking your head you lightly grip your thigh digging your nails into yourself to try and fight away the disgusting thoughts you were creating.

it didnt go unnoticed as she grabbed your hand to remove it "tell me the truth y/n whats goin on with you" she tilted her head to the side slightly awaiting your reply

your eyes meet hers and all you can give in response is a longing gaze that lied within you.

abby rested her hands on your upper thigh which made your breath hitch "abby.." you spoke quiet enough for just the both of you to hear.

"aw y/n... am i making you nervous?" she questioned as her grip grew slightly stronger, causing your face to flush into a deep red.

she inched closer, mocking you as a cheap grin grew on her lips that you desired more than life itself. the things she could do to you with her mouth alone drove you absolutely insane.

you tripped over your own words before being able to speak, "n-no of course not."

the feeling she gave you was something you never felt before, you squirmed in the spot you sat in letting a small subtle whimper escape your mouth.

abbys hands began wandering your figure as she questioned you once more "why dont you use your pretty little mouth to tell me what you really want hm?"

your lips parted as you make an attempt to leave your shocked daze "abby.. please.." you say leaning forward.

abby stood up to hover over you, resting her hand on the back of the couch. she used her other to push a few fly aways behind your ear, then slowly brushing her thumb across your bottom lip.

you heart is racing and its obvious by the way your breathing picks up and how you grip the couch on either sides of you.

"youre so pathetic. already a mess and ive barely touched you." she had an alluring tone to her voice that youve never heard before.

your clit a throbbing mess, you slowly reach down your pants and towards your slit.

abby removed your hand, holding both of your wrist behind your head she shook her head softly. "be a good girl for me and tell me how bad you wanna be touched." she spoke with barely any space between our faces.

"please abby please touch me, i wanna feel good." you whimper out and seconds later you feel her lips crash against yours as if shes been craving this just as long as you have.

abby licks your bottom lip, you allow her to deepen the kiss, soft moans fill up the vacant library.

abby freed one of her hands pulling out of the kiss and grabbed your jaw. "such a fucking whore" she grumbled.

you watched her every move as she sat down next to you. "stand up for me" she stated, and you did just as she said. she sat back and examined you, bitting her lip she sat up and gently grabbed your hips "fuck your beautiful."

you rest your hands on abbys shoulders as she brought you closer.

looking down you notice abby undoing your pants as she began to pull them down. a nervous feeling develops in your stomach.

"abby.." you began to speak and abby looked up at you stopping what she was previously doing "do you want me to stop? " she asked.

"be gentle." you stated before abby continued and commented "i cant make any promises"

as abby slid your panties you looked up to hide the embarrassment in your face. you shivered at the touch of her cold fingers graze your entrance.

"youre already so wet for me baby" her thumb drew circles around your swole clit earning soft moans from you.

you grab a handful of abbys hair as her movements grew quicker "fuck anderson" you managed to spew out between moans.

your body tenses and your legs become weaker by the second as your about to finish. abby notices and pulls her hand away from your heat, you moan out but not from pleasure.

you look down at her annoyed, she meets your gaze as she lays down pulling you on top of her. "ride my face." she demanded.

a wave of shock took over your body as you sat there staring down at the blonde "w-what?" you asked.

"dont act dumb, you heard me pretty." she replied with a menacing smirk on her lips.

"but what if-" she cut you off "dont give me any excuses. just do it." abby demanded once more and you obliged.

you move yourself up abbys frame, hovering over her face with your legs wide open you couldnt believe what was going on.

you take a deep breath but it was then cut off as abby grasped your hips bringing you down onto her wanting mouth.

a loud moan left your body as abbys tongue went to town on your already throbbing cunt. trusting her tongue at a mild pace, her nose rubbing against your clit with every movement she made drove you off the edge.

you began rocking your hips in an attempt to match her rhythm. your walls began to tighten as for a second time you were reaching your climax.

the grip your thighs had around abby had grew stronger. reaching forward you rested your hand on the arm of the couch for support.

"a-abby m'gonna.." your words trailed off as an orgasm took over your body. moaning abbys name back to back as your orgasm softened.

abby swallowing every bit of you cause even more stimulation making your back arch "f-fuck thats enough" you whined out, but abby wasnt finished. she was starving, she wanted to taste you until you were in tears.

she slightly lifted you off her lips as she spoke "im not finished pretty, now why dont you wanna be a good little girl for me and take it." she had a darkness to her voice that gave you goosebumps.

without warning she slamed you down back onto her face and resumed the rapid movements she had moments ago.

your eyes slam shut down as an overwhelming feeling took over your body, your legs twitched and your breathing was heavy.

you threw your head back from all the pleasure, barely being able to get a moan out you were about to cum for a second time.

as your climax hit you were mumbling nonsense, abby was still moving swallowing you. she licked you clean, she needed every drop of you.

tapping your legs she signals you to get up and you do just that, she sat up licking her lips and gave you a look as she leaned over.

"you have no ides how long ive been waiting to do that." she whispered and you tilted your head and let a small smile creep up on your face. "yeah?" you replied.

"yeah." she spoke as she pushed hair behind your ear and placed her hand on the side of your face.

your heart was racing as she pulled you into a deep kiss.

guiding you down she hovered over you using her free hand to reach up your shirt and lightly pinch your nipples causing you to whimper in the kiss.

her cold skin against yours gave you a whole new feeling. you both pull away for air as abby spoke, "god you're amazing" she said quietly.

"i feel amazing." you replied.

you both jumped as you heard someone come in, you quickly stood up and threw on your underwear, pants and shoes in a panic. "shitshitshit why now" you mumbled annoyed.

you sat down as you finished, only for you two to be met with an equally annoyed owen. "where the hell have you two been???" he questioned, but didnt get a reply from either of you "yall should have been back 15 minutes ago what the hell" he stated.

you parted your lips to explain but he cut you off "i dont wanna hear your excuses just bring your asses" he said walking back towards the entrance.

you find yourself letting go of a breath you weren't aware you were holding as abby stood up in front of you. "jesus we've had one too many close calls today" she said with a small laugh. rolling your eyes and turning your head away abby grabs your chin forcing you to meet her gaze.

"i want you to come over later." she whispered, scared of owen hearing. you nod and she gives you a deep kiss in which you reciprocate.

abby pulls away and grabs her bag before jogging to the entrance to meet with owen.

you stand there not knowing how to comprehend what the hell just happened. all you know is that it's the best thing that's ever happened to you.

[ragnarockz]

You know, guys, Maya isn't immune to beautiful women in control, and neither am I 😊🔒💛

I need to make a playlist for this fucker like, RIGHT NOW

She was tired of sucking everyone's dick at this party. Not literally of course; she couldn't stand the fucking thought of that.

She found herself a corner and leaned against it; a drink of something strong in her hand as she sipped with squinted eyes. These big Hollywood parties were always just an excuse to circle jerk one another for hours.

And not in the fun way.

Maya sighed, rolling her eyes as she downed the dark liquid in her glass. She could bail early technically, but that would mean possibly running into someone on her way out.

She was at an impasse.

"Maya?"

Oh fuck.

"Fuck off!"

She turned herself so that she was sideways against the wall; crushing her left shoulder. Fuck these annoying motherfuckers. She thought she was doing a good job being out of the way.

"I thought that was you... you want me to get you another drink?"

Maya's head snapped to the side in the direction of the voice. Her eyes found the source, and when it did register, her mouth slightly opened.

She had never seen this woman before. Tall, handsome. Power coursing through her just in the way she stood, the way she had commanded her voice earlier. The way she held her drink with a firm grip; short nails.

"Sure, yeah...I'll let you get me a drink..."

Maya sniffed as she tossed her hair back and peeled away from the wall. She had done it in one single brain down her back and woven in strands of gold colored silk threads. You could only see them if the light caught it a certain way.

She watched the woman nod, and a tiny smile spread across her dark, painted lips. A shiver ran down Maya's spine as she took a step closer. This woman was pulling her in with just her smile; just a taste of what could possibly come if she jumped in feet first.

"Then let's go get our drinks, honey..."

The woman reached out with her free hand to grab Maya's. Interlocking fingers for a split second before letting go to simply grab her wrist. Maya thought she was going to swallow her tongue as she woman pushed her way through the throngs of people with Maya following behind. Maybe it was the alcohol or the bump she had done with Sal earlier, but it felt like her high-heeled feet weren't even touching the ground.

They found the waitress with the drink tray and swiped two for themselves before pushing through more people; basically maneuvering through the house until the woman led Maya to a hallway that was empty. She quickly led her into a semi-opened door, pushing her way inside until they were both in. She let go of Maya's hand and moved slightly, grabbing the door handle to close and lock it behind them.

The bathroom was spacious enough; nothing over the top as it was just a bathroom on the main floor. But it was clean and comfortable and the countertop was big and long enough for-

"You're thinking of fucking me, aren't you?"

The handsome woman smirked as she raised her glass to her mouth and downed the drink in one go. She placed the glass on the countertop and stared pointedly at Maya.

"What? Are you fucking- how the fuck did you even know who I was?!"

Maya followed suit, downing her own drink and sliding it across the counter. Hands on hips, she tried to make herself appear bigger, intimidating. She had paired her braid and heels with a dark brown sweater dress; cinched at the waist with a chunk belt. Gold jewelry covered every inch of herself as she could; including her favorite lock chain necklace she always wore no matter what outfit.

The woman eyed her up and down like she was the next thing she was going to down into her mouth.

Maya felt herself flush in the face.

"I've been following your work for some time... you got balls, Ms. Mason... you sure as shit know what you're doing in this industry..."

Maya licked her lips and nodded slightly at the praise; could basically feel her metaphorical cock get hard. This woman was basically hitting all the right buttons thus far.

"Right so, you track me down at a lame ass party to grab me a top up and throw me into a bathroom to praise me? Is that it, sweetheart?"

Sarcasm dripped from Maya's lips at an attempt to throw the woman off. She thought she had the upper hand.

Until she didn't.

Fingers hooked under Maya's belt to pull her close, push her against the countertop until her ass hit the edge of it, and the back of her heels collided with the base of the cupboards. She gasped loudly as she felt the woman's hands unhook and travel up to squeeze her breasts through her dress. What the fuck was happening?!

But she didn't ask it out loud or stomp on the woman's feet with her heels. She didn't push her away or headbutt her. Maya placed her hands back to grip the edge of the countertop so she could lift herself up and take a seat.

She heard the woman hum; something low and sweet and desperate, as she grabbed the bottom of Maya's dress. She pulled it up to that it gathered in her lap.

"Do you always attend these parties without underwear on?"

Smug, in control. The woman's eyes flicked up to tease Maya before looking back down. She breathed in deeply before sinking to her knees onto the cool tiled floor. Maya held her breath and felt her head swimming.

"Maybe I should fucking start if I knew someone like you was going to be here..."

The woman smirked as she moved her hands up to spread Maya's legs for her; enjoying the heat of her skin on her fingers. Maya shuddered as she gripped the edge a little tighter, bracing herself.

Beautiful and hard and soft; the woman expertly flattened her tongue and made a solid lick from the bottom up. Pointed tongue she pressed just ever so gently onto Maya's clit which, pretty much sent her into orbit. Fingers digging into the marble countertop; knuckles matching the colour. A string of every curse she could muster flew from her mouth and made the woman laugh between her legs.

"Should have been a sailor, honey..."

"Just...fucking...keep going..."

She barely managed to get out of her mouth as that goddamn sweet tongue started to circle her clit. It was dangerous, the sensation, something she could end up craving more than money and clout and addictive substances. This was something more serious than all of that combined.

"Oh...fuck...holy-"

She let her words hang as she did her head; braid snaking down her back and the end on the countertop. The circles got tighter, smaller. They got more direct and pointed. Tip meeting tip, pressure pushing harder until she felt like she was going to burst. Sparks melting inside of her stomach and the promise of coming undone.

That was, until the woman unexpectedly pushed two warm fingers in past Maya's folds and curled up inside of her pussy.

She felt herself choke from the sensation of someone else's fingers inside of her, and a burning desire sparked in the bottom of her abdomen. She wanted to be completely used up; completely taken over. Fuck what she thought before about this lame ass party. She was getting fucked by a beautiful woman in a bathroom with her fingers up inside of her.

"That's it, honey... you got this... look how bad you want this..."

Dripping like syrup, the woman's words fell as she pumped her fingers in a precise rhythm. She had done this before, Maya realized before the murkiness of lust filled her brain, and she was perfected at it.

A low daring moan dropped from Maya's mouth; opening herself to this unknown woman between her legs. She never, if rarely, let someone get this close. Something about her. Something about her attitude.

"That's it, sweet thing...it's like your pussy was made for my fingers..."

More syrup. More honey. More praise.

Another low moan that changed pitch halfway through as Maya herself tried to push her hips forward greedily. She wanted, no, needed more. The woman chuckled warmly as she bent her fingers a little more and held. The pressure was unmistakable; undignified.

She was going to push Maya over the edge on purpose, and it was something Maya, quickly welcomed.

She allowed her muscles to go slack and her head to snap forward, chin to chest as she gave the woman a little pathetic whimper before she felt the hot and sweet rush inside of herself.

The woman hummed again, low and sweet and approving as her perfect guided hands came to a slow. They were soaked as they slowly came out; teasing their way up once more through the hair and a single, playful swipe at Maya's engorged clit.

She shivered and sucked in a sharp breath as her head swam. She could sense the woman standing and just inches away from her face now. The silence between them palpable.

She felt a tug at her neck, which made her slowly open her eyes and come back to reality.

The fingers that were just inside of her were now hooked around her necklace with the lock resting in the woman's palm of her hand. Maya moaned softly; her eyes daring to meet.

"We should go get another drink...come on...I'll lead the way..."

She yanked gently on the chain so that Maya had to push herself off of the counter. Legs wobbly, she cursed herself for wearing fucking heels tonight. Her dress dropped down itself, and she could feel the tiny section of it stick at her skin; clinging to the fresh wetness. She moaned again and watched the woman's eyebrows lift on her gorgeous face.

"Do you need a minute, or are you gonna be out there moaning for everyone to hear?"

Maya slowly shook her head and bit her lip as she watched the solid single nod of approval.

She was still being led by her own necklace as the bathroom door was unlocked and pushed open. Guided back to the party with fingers hooked up under her chain and a curious tug at her heart. She couldn't dismiss the throbbing between her legs, either.

The smirk on Maya's face was plastered; doubted it was ever going to come off soon. At least, she thought, not for the rest of the night.

[lewiscarrolatemybrain]

I feel like Girlsopp or Enbysopp has the funniest fucking experience with her egg cracking. Like. He's sitting in the galley listening to Sanji's nightmare forcefem experience with the okamas and Usopp makes a joke about how that wouldn't work on him, he's immune to forcefem because he wants it actually. It would be willingfem. And then everybody stops for a second and Nami turns to him with a thoughtful frown like huh. Hey, are you trans?

And Usopp freezes with his fork half way to his mouth like n. No I'm n. Hh. Wait. Wait am I trans?

And the next like twenty minutes are spent with everybody standing around like well okay you say you don't have any dysphoria but gender euphoria is a thing and also are you sure you don't have dysphoria or are you just ignoring it because you're more busy running for your life from whatever Luffy dragged us into this week?

By the end of the hour Usopp has been dragged into the girls' cabin to get a full makeover and she comes out shaved in a dress with her hair all braided nice and mascara on her already long pretty eyelashes like. Okay I'm a girl now.

And the entire rest of the crew is like CONGRATULATIONS while Sanji stands there in stunned silence the way he has been since this whole thing started, unlit cigarette still half-way to his open mouth, trying to cope with the incredibly weird tangle of emotions he's currently experiencing.

[hey-hey-j]

Here wise troll fan i am the great wizard of the trolls and heres a sage head canon for you.

Human au Bruce grew out his hair for two reasons 1. He can finally style himself the way he always wanted to

. 2. So his kids can braid it and add on barrettes and all that

gaaaaaaaah it's such a sweet visual he loves his kids so much

I am not immune to a good "using hair as a tool for bonding"

[felonytaxevasion]

im playing with my touys in my mind do you think that in older aishalec land aisha would kiss him first (as in their first kiss) while they're watching a movie or something and then when he tries to be like So not that im complaining but what was that. she just . Disappears. but doesn't actually leave his house she just watches him finish the movie and then brush his teeth and get into bed and so on. and would she be weird enough to give him a goodbye hug while he can't actually notice it. do i understand her ways

This is a good question. I think largely yea this is absolutely in character. She is definitely 100% sometimes lurking around Alecs house with her power on Kissaroo or no. It's basically canon that she lurks and watches her loved ones whenever she's feeling mopey. She actually talks to Alec about her feelings so maybe it would be less but I think there's definitely still days where she breaks in and just stares owl style at Alec with he plays video games, maybe braiding the long parts of his hair or moving depression dishes build up to the sink if she gets a little bored

I don't know if she would ever kiss anyone without the explicit confirmation and knowledge they'd be ok with it first. If she disappears it's either to mope or avoid the emotional confrontation and I think that she might give herself classic teenager syndrome + weird trauma after effects if she kissed someone and end up in a spiral of "wow I'm uniquely evil they probably don't even like me I don't even like me. Am I just as bad as the people who hurt me?? I must be. More investigative thoughts and reporting on 16 year old girl thought process radio after these messages"

If she does give Alec a Kissaroo it's probably after he accidentally lets something slip to her that he likes her. Or more likely I think, it's the culmination of an entire month of "hey haha what if we dated?? Actually nevermind bye" "Alec what would you do if I was in love with you a little bit. Nope actually don't answer that I'm leaving forever" with at least a few instances of Alec managing to react positively for a second before she disappeared about it. She's very emotionally intelligent but her blind spot is herself and I don't think she's immune to Teenage Crush Feeling Like The End Of The World Disease

But absolutely once she's sure it's fine with him she's doing weird kiss then disappear/hugging and saying goodbye to person who can't even perceive you shenanigans. I think she is doing the imperceptible hug thing all the time tbh

[hannahbarberra162]

Waiting to see more of Shamrock until you can write him

Spoilers for Elbaf under the cut.

I am not immune to the WG Propaganda. I am waiting to see a little more of his character then I'm gonna SQUEEZE HIM IN MY SWEATY LITTLE FIST.

A Shanks with a half up braided hairstyle? Who would kill me before he had to breathe the same air as I do? Who is wearing cunty thigh highs???? SIGN ME UPPPPPPPPPP

Did I think about Shamrock in Emperor's Prize? Yes, I did. I won't in the main story but maybe in a deleted scene. I got kind of burned out on EP but Shamrock has shamwow-ed me back to life.

If he doesn't say "shamwow" when he comes I'm deleting Elbaf

[your-local-depressed-fangirl]

The Necklace — 2,518

Part 1

The light glimmering off Will's golden locks formed a faint halo around his brow, but Nico ruined the trick of the light by ruffling his sleeping boyfriend's hair. 

Nico's legs were beginning to fall asleep but Nico didn't mind so long as Will was getting his well deserved rest and Nico got to spend time with him—even if Will wasn't awake. Nico was content with simply swirling strands of Will's soft, long, and fluffy golden hair around his finger and just in general playing with it; Nico found it cute how tuckered out Will always was after a shift in the infirmary.

Now Nico would never say that out loud but if you knew him well enough—like Will did—you'd be able to pick up on it without needing a verbal queue. All that was needed was spelled out clearly through Nico's body language.

Nico fingers seemed to have a mind of their own as he absentmindedly braided Will's hair, surprisingly Will didn't stir one bit; he truly slept like the dead… ironic seeing as his pillow was practically the prince of the underworld. 

The ghost king played with his lover's hair and one hand and fiddled with a necklace with a strawberry pendant in the other. Nico had wanted to give the pendant—his three month anniversary gift for his partner—to Will earlier, when he came out of the infirmary but Will had pretty much immediately insisted—no demanded—on cuddles; Nico couldn't turn that offer down… partly because Nico maybe just maybe found Will scary when he was sleep deprived and ticked off… particularly the "ticked off" part…

So there they were… 

On Nico's bed in the hades cabin—with all the curtians open to let the soft warm rays of the sun pour in—cuddling, Will sleeping peacefully and Nico watching with a smile. He's been having more of those since the War with Gaia. 

About 4 hours after Will had gotten out of the infirmary from the nightshift he had taken, Nico started to dose off when Will's soft blue eyes fluttered open. "Mornin' Angel," Will grumbled his voice a tad bit lower as he'd just woken up and had no energy as he hadn't had any coffee or tea yet.

Nico's eyes flew back open and he reflexively clinged to the necklace in his hand at the sudden sound. "You're awake Tesoro," Nico noted, smiling down at his boyfriend who's head was still in his lap.

Will hummed in agreement. "Sure am Neeks," Will smiled and sighed contently as he looked up at his boyfriend. "Thanks for bein' my pillow darlin'" 

"Prego Tesoro," Nico practically cooed, lightly flicking Will's forehead.

Will lets out a breathy chuckle at Nico's antics, "Grazie mio amore…"

Nico grins down at Will; his accent was horrid, but it was oddly endearing. Will's accent was okay most of the time but now he really sounded american—Nico couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing. 

"Come on sit up so I can kiss you Solace…" Nico smiled brightly down at his sunshine. 

Will laughed as he sat up, and positioned himself to be sitting in front of Nico facing him, "Might I remind you I just woke up and demigods aren't immune to morning breath?" 

Nico rolls his eyes, "Might I remind you that I'm insisting on a good morning kiss?"

"Well someone's a little needy today. What's the special occasion darlin'?" Will questioned.

Nico's voice trailed off as he replied shyly, "Our quarter year anniversary…" 

Will's eyes went wide and he smacked the side of his head, "Nico oh my gods I'm so sorry I forgot and I don't have anything for you!" Will apologized profusely, taking a hold of Nico's hand—the one without the necklace in it.

"Hey, hey, Tesoro deep breaths,"—Nico ran his thumb over Will's knuckles—"It's okay I don't care if you got me a gift because I love you, not some gift you might give me, okay?" 

Will complied with Nico's order and took a few deep breaths, lacing his fingers with Nico's. "You're right it's fine—Everything's fine, and I actually do have something for you," Will assured himself.

Nico cocked one eyebrow up, "Didn't you just say you d—"

Will cut Nico off with a short but sweet kiss. "May I have the honor of another as my quarter year anniversary gift?" Will prompted.

"No Sunshine," Nico declined. "I got you and actual gift…" 

Will frowned then lit back up again as much as sleepy Will could, "Oh? Do tell Darlin'"

"This," Nico dangled the necklace in front of Will, "is my gift to you Sunshine."

Will touched the pendant part gently. "It's cute… but y'know I like actual strawberries better then the themed stuff," Will pointed out with a soft smile, eyes locked on the necklace.

"Yes, yes! I know Will… but I thought it'd be cute since we had our first kiss and I love you's in the strawberry fields…"

Will's face lit up in recognition. "Oh! Yes I remember that Neeks! You were such a cute nervous wreck… Ooh! That also reminds me I haven't said I love you yet today so here we go, I love you!" Will spieled before tackling Nico with a kiss.

Nico let out a "Oof," as Will pounced on him like a oversized cat and quickly adapted to the kiss—this one was packed with impossibly more love. Over time Nico'd quickly became addicted to Will's lips in the time they had been together.

When the two pulled apart Nico held up the necklace silently asking Will if he could put it on him to which Will nodded.

"I love it Nico…" Will mumbled as Nico fiddled with the clasp trying to get it on. "I love you," Will added.

"I love you too Tesoro… you're a dork," Nico teased with a smile as he finally got the necklace to stay on. The gold of the necklace worked nicely with Will's hair—it was probably reall too knowing Nico's father was the god of riches.

"Good thing you're into dorks then," Will shot back, placing a hand under Nico's chin and tilting Nico's head up toward himself and kissing Nico yet again.

Nico sighed when they pulled apart. "You're lucky I love you…" he said with no actual malice in his tone.

"Sure am." 

"You're supposed to be offened Will."

"Well I'm not," Will poked Nico's nose, "I'm lucky to have a sweet caring boyfriend like you."

"Oh hush, I've hardly done anything to deserve that title. Also, boop me again and I'm telling the nymphs to cancel our picnic," Nico threatened punctuating it with a boop of his own.

"And you got us food too? Fucking marry me already," Will joked.

"Sure thing," Nico agreed.

Will's face flushed slightly, "You're funny darlin'."

Nico leaned into Will closer so their noses brushed against each other, "What id I was serious?" He teased.

"I'd tell you that you need to propose properly and not so soon into the relationship."

"Boo," Nico fake whined.

Will smiled at Nico admiring his face. Nico's apperance was overall captivating;his big brown eyes, long dark thick eyelashes he'd bat to get his way with Will because he knew Will was a sucker for him, that one strand of hair that always fell infront of Nico's face when he wasn't actively trying to tame it, the few barely visible freckles on his face that had faded since summer, and his lips that Will was always overjoyed to feel on his all drew Will in.

"Will? Will?" Nico leaned back so he sould snap his fingers in his face making the metal of his rings clash against each other. "Earth to Will? You wanna go on that picnic or no?"

Will full on blushed as he'd been caught oogling. "Yeah… sorry let's go."

"Zoned out?" Nico questioned. 

"Partly…" Will rubbed the back of his neck.

"Partly? What do you mean Solace?" Nico pressed.

"I was admiring your pretty face okay?" Will admitted.

"Aww that's sweet of you but you really need to look up pretty in a dictionary Will," Nico advised tucking a strand of hair behind Will's ear.

"The definition is right infront of me," Will smiled.

Nico rolled his eyes, "You're just saying that because I'm your boyfriend."

"I'm saying that because I like to point it out, not because I'm obligated to di Angelo," Will told Nico.

"You're crazy," Nico decreed although he couldn't deny the blush creeping up his face at Will's flattery.

"Nah I just have great taste in men," Will stated.

"I beg to differ Tesoro."

"You've been overruled by your truly," Will smirked.

Nico rolled his eyes, "Come one let's go already."

Will stood up and gently pulled Nico up to his feet with ease before linking their fingers together. "You really are a sweetheart darlin'," Will remarked.

Nico started to lead Will out of the Hades cabin, "Says you."

"What? Are you allergic to compliments?" Will teased squeezing Nico's hand.

"And if I was?" Nico joked.

"Then good thing I'm a doctor an have access to EpiPens."

"Epi wha?" Nico questioned.

"EpiPens! This giant needle that administers Epinephrine which combats allergic reactions!" 

Nico's face pales, "I-I'll just take the compliments thanks… Medicine is scary," Nico declares.

"Good choice," Will compliments.

Soon they reach a spot with a picnic set up near long island sound.

"You really went above and beyond Nico…" Will remarked taking a seat and gently pulling on Nico's hand urging him to sit down as well.

Nico complied and sat down letting his legs rest on top of Will's. "It wasn't a big deal Will." 

"Well I appreciate it Nico. You're such a sweet boy," Will cooed, placing a hand on Nico's cheek.

Nico flushed slightly before he placed his hand over Will's and leaned into the touch and spoke softly, "Have you looked in a mirror Sunshine? Because you're the sweetest guy I know."

"Well, you're the sweetest guy I know and I'm so glad we're together," Will combatted.

Nico silently accepted that; he gently moved Will's hand slightly and kissed it on the palm right where the thumb connected to the rest of the hand making Will melt.

"Y'know I'm sorry I've been taking more infirmary shifts recently. We haven't been able to be around each other quite as much," Will apologized.

"We used to spend litterally all day together… now I love spending time with youa but we can't always hang out because we have duties. That's okay we're our own people Will, okay?" Nico assured.

Will smiled at how quick Nico was to comfort him. Nico had assumed what Will was worrying about from just that and was able to form a excellent way to comfort him; Gods Will just couldn't wrap his head around why Nico had ever had a reputation for being mean. He was so sweet. 

"I know Nico, I just miss you sometimes," Will acknowledged, putting his arms around Nico's waist and pulling him closer, shifting him so Nico was pretty much sitting on Will's lap—their legs at a 90 degree angle from each other.

Nico let himself be moved with little protest. "Aww you sap," Nico cooed rabbint a hold of a strand of Will's hair and twirling it around his finger.

Will lets Nico play with his hair. "You say that like you don't like—no love it," Will remarked poking Nico's cheek.

"You're right I love you even when you!re being pathetic and sappy."

"Pathetic? Really? I'm wounded!" Will mocked offense, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead and tilting his head up and back, causing Nico to have to let go of Wills hair.

"You drama king."

"Well my dad is know partially for his theatrics," Will remarked before resuming his previous position.

"Should have expected it," Nico said resuming playing with Will's hair.

"Hey!" 

"Sh!" Nico tugged on one of the little braids he'd put in Will's hair to shut him up.

"Ai! When did those get there? I didn't put them in!" Will demanded to know.

Nico quickly stopped pulling at Will's cry of pain and gently rubbed his scalp where he had pulled—a silent apolohy. "I put them in when you were asleep Tesoro."

"Of course you did…" Will muttered.

"I'm sorry! I like playing with your hair it's like the most captivating fidget toy ever!" Nico defended as he ruffled Will's hair as if to prove his point.

"You're fine just don't yank on it unless you want some karma," Will threatened jokingly.

"Sorry jeez," Nico gently started undoing the braids.

There was a comfortable silene as Nico did so which Will broke after Nico finished. "What's in the basket?" He questioned.

Nico shrugged. "I don't know the Nymphs prepared it…" Nico leaned over to grab the basket and set it in his lap so it was easily accessible to both of them.

Will reached his hand in and pulled out a… "Strawberry? Well the Nymphs certainly have a sense of humor."

"What? Seriously?" Nico peered inside seeing it was filled completely with strawberries aside from two peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwiches. "Oh my gods… they didn't!" Nico exclaimed.

"Hon' both our eyes are perfectly fine I'm pretty sure they did," Will sighed.

"We've been pranked! On out anniversary too! Gods that's the last time I'm trusting them to help me plan a surprise for you!" Nico nearly shouted.

"On the bright side strawberries are quite delicious…" Will mumbled as he took a bite of one.

"True, true," Nico agree taking one for himself.

"These are surprisingly good for how late in the year it is," Will pointed out as he reached for more strawberries.

"Yeah…" Nico agreed again as he leaned against Will and took another bite of the same strawberry.

Will shoveled his face full of strawberries with one hand as he patted Nico's back with the other. "C'mon Neeks take a sandwich at least," Will urged handing Nico one of the sandwiches.

Nico took it and ate but got kinda distracted watching Will.

When they'd finished eating Will spoke, "Thanks for that! It's nice to share a meal with you." Will let his arms wrap loosely around Nico's waist again.

"You've said thanks a million times already Tesoro," Nico pointed out.

"Well I want you to feel appreciated," Will defended.

"You do a great job Will," Nico assured.

Will frowned not believing him.

Nico grabbed Will's face and kissed him to try and prove his point.

Will melted into the kiss—tentatively shifting Nico to straddle him for a better angle before placing one hand on the back of Nico's neck and the other on the small of his back pulling him in.

After about a minute they stopped to breath then went back in, trying to get as close as each other as they could as butterflies erupted in both of their stomachs.

That was by far not the last kiss they had that day…

[fulgurbugs]

since i am not immune to being addicted to going to target… when i was in there i saw that spectra had been put up along with the potion minis restock. so… i got her.

she retails for 24.99

she’s here! and she’s clear. partially. her monster gimmick is that her legs and her arms are see-through to a point, before grading to white.

the chains are rubbery and flexible. in terms of her outfit, it’s a bodysuit and a jacket piece that goes over it.

here’s the clear effect on her arm:

the hand peg makes it less seamless than the leg transition, but still super cool effect. she has saran hair, (which i also love the style of, with the little braids that go over her head) though it’s definitely got that gold ol g3 curly box hair matting. i believe she has a largely similar body sculpt to cleo.

face card:

happy to see her strong cheekbones return. it gives her her signature uniquely gaunt look, and im glad that they’re prominent and noticeable in her g3 sculpt. im sure there were fights about it behind the scenes

shoe check. like her g1 shoes, these have a similar ball and chain motif with the heels. i love these, they’re super fun.

here’s what she comes with. her pet ferret (?), backpack, shades, some sort of basket of ghost themed snacks, a coffin shaped tablet, phone, drink, and ghost pepper sauce

i will say, im more of a fan of the pet than usual. probably because its not dog shaped.

here she is with some of the accessories on. i decided i actually am gonna display her with her phone. at first i was wondering why it was like… green but then i realized it matches her eye color!

unfortunately the purple backpack just gets completely lost in this outfit. i think they could have gone with a pinker tone or even the same color as her phone. the shades also aren’t anything crazy this time.

obligatory .5 shot

and that’s spectra’s core doll! managed to squeeze her in on one of my mixed character shelves lol… not the best spot but it’s what i’ve got