#OOC: I log on just in time to see this.

[darabeatha]

/ I feel like my current struggle when it comes to this blog (or any of my multis but specifically this one, bc with my j.ojo's I'm vibing) is that I do have the passion for my characters, but my attention is all over the place because I have too many interests, too many muses, and all my muses come from very different backgrounds where there's a lot of nuances and history and culture behind each of them that are miles apart; think of having to jump from greek mythology and all its pantheon of gods, to aztec mythology and its religion to then indian mythology to then Maya mythology, and then japanese history and etc etc and back and forth all the time while trying to keep it accurate to the muse's fictional story but offering these lil tidbits here and there of their backgrounds;; it's also why there are some cases where I have to go back and re-read a lot of stuff because I'm remembering only fractions (example; vlad III)

so in conclusion it's like;; for as much as I love history and love reading about it;; at the end of the day it's also a LOT of information that goes into each of my muses and the way I seek to portray them; which in some way, I'm also being a bit too perfectionist about it all (I am not an historian after all, nor do I seek to write accurate historical depictions either) hence why you probably can't see much writing in terms of threads and the such; lately I mostly just reblog a lot of stuff;; BUT YEAH- just some self reflection :thonks:

[quietlyblooms]

i'm poking my head in bc the tiktok ban officially hit and i'm sitting here like wow. this is the reality we're in huh :' )

[araneitela]

Alright, I've been mulling on this for most of the day, and unless a night's sleep changes my mind, I'll be working on returning (remaking) a very old multimuse of mine, that used to be over at iniziare. The blog will be entirely remade, and I'll post it here when it's done!

For those wondering, it will for now house: Guizhong, Yelan, Kafka and Arlecchino. Time to finish up that other WIP theme for this, I suppose! See you guys on the flip-side of this brighter future.

[iryonin]

✿ + karin 😈

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP. @shegore, accepting.

bold for things i could definitely see or want;   italics for things i could see or am unsure of; striked-out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends   /   work buddies or coworkers   /   family friends   /   friends with benefits   /   smoking buddies   /   adventure buddies   /   fake friends   /   recently friends   /   party buddies   /   friendship of need   /   dying friendship   /   circumstantial friendship   /   partners in crime   /   old friendship   /   [your muse]   is the good influence   /   [your muse]   is the bad influence   /   [my muse]   is the good influence   /   [my muse]   is the bad influence   /   opposites attract   /   ride or die   /   frenemies   /   roommates or flatmates   /   penpals   /   exes to friends   /   enemies to friends   /   other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts   /   [your muse is mines]   childhood crush   /   [my muse is yours]   childhood crush   /   exes   /   exes to lovers   /   forbidden lovers   /   highschool sweethearts   /   secret relationship   /   opposites attract   /   long distance   /   unrequited   [from your muses side]   /   unrequited   [from my muses side]   /   unrequited   [from both sides]   /   skinny love   /   friends to lovers   /   enemies to lovers   /   spurious relationship   /   power couple   /   newly entered   /   soulmates   [metaphorical]   /   soulmates   [literal]   /   awkward   /   turning toxic   /   toxic love   /   cheating   [on your muse]   /   cheating   [with your muse]   /   other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings   [half]   /   siblings   [step]   /   [my muse]   is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure   /   [my muse]   is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse   /   [my muse]   is a parental figure to yours   /   [my muse]   is a child figure to your muse   /   guardian figure   /   legal guardian   /   adoptive child   /   foster child   /   [your muse]   is taken under mines wing   /   [my muse]   is taken under yours wing   /   other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other   /   dangerous to others   /   unpredictable   /   rivals   /   petty   /   developing into sexual or romantic tension   /   based off family matters   /   based of off circumstance   /   based of professional matters   /   based off misunderstanding or lies   /   conflict of ideology   /   betrayal   /   hero - villain dynamic   /   enemies   /   fight club   /   friends turned enemies   /   lovers turned enemies   /   exes turned enemies   /   other 

[mechahero]

//What if you wanted to work on stuff but your brain said no, make a scene based outfit the RH Lambda avatar

[tenebriism]

When Baizhu does the ^_^ thing.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Me: I haven't seen any streams or updates about what's happening on the server lately, let's check social media to see what I missed!

Literally the first frickin thing I see: "I can't believe Pac has mommy issues LOL"

Me:

[wagenstung]

me opening my inbox to see memes i never answered 5 years ago and just ; -;

[rinnysmuses]

Really don't know why YouTube deleted more than half of my old gmvs from my old yubtubbs channel :<

I can only guess i got copy righted]

[rollingeevee]

Ok so I had a bad few things happen today and actually ended up crying so I wanted to cheer myself up with some CRK and, bc he’s currently one of my favorite Cookies, I went to Shadow Milk Cookie in my Cookie menu. First time I opened his page up, he asked me “Why the loooong face?” and the second time, he said “‘Tis I, your humble jester, here to brighten up your mood!” and, ngl, those actually did kinda cheer me up like he knew so I’m doing smth a lil different and OOC tonight so-

Self-Aware!Shadow Milk Cookie x Reader Comfort Headcanons

• He knows the moment you log on that something is wrong

• He’s found himself rather attentive towards you, so he knows your usual mannerisms like the back of his hand

• So, of course, when you go to him in your Cookie Menu, he asks “Why the loooong face?”

• He notices you’re a bit surprised, which he laughs about to himself a bit. He knows you likely won’t tell him, you still think he’s purely running off programs and code, but no matter!

• And so, he gets to work!

• Suddenly, you seem really lucky in the game. You’re pulling all the cookies you want (including him, heh!) and getting all the rewards you need from Royal Margarine’s card game. Every chest you open grants you what you’re looking for, and toppings are getting just the right buffs you need for your cookies!

• Not to mention that, every time you’re in your kingdom, you spot Shadow Milk looking towards the screen with his usual smile present on his face

• You think you’re going crazy but maybe all those jokes that Shadow Milk is at least a lil self aware have some truth to them?

• When you go to him again in the cookie menu, he tells you “‘Tis I, your humble jester, here to brighten up your mood!” and brighten up your mood he certainly did

• With a genuine and grateful smile, you whisper a small “thank you”

• At that moment, his eyes seem to focus directly on you and you’re just barely able to catch the “You’re welcome, doll~”

• As you blink in surprise, his sprite winks at you

• … You must be hearing and seeing things… you need to go to bed…

• Once you turn off the game, Shadow Milk can’t help but cackle loudly. Oh, your face was priceless! Perhaps he should play around a lil more with the game’s code to see what else he can do~

[ros3maryt3a]

Loved your dating hc's!!! They all felt really convincing and in character 💕💕 How do you think the pt (preferably chrollo, uvo, phinks and feitan if thats too many) sleep next to u?? are they cuddlers, kickers, white noise users, midnight bathroom breakers, snorers or whatever else?

Ahhh glad to hear it!! I’ve only really wrote a lot about Chrollo so I was worried the others were OOC-

I’ve only really been thinking of writing for Chrollo, Feitan, Phinks, Shalnark, Machi and Paku but given as you asked for Uvo I’ll add another onto that list! (Small spoiler warning: I love the troupe, but they’re all messy sleepers and I won’t be convinced otherwise!)

Chrollo

He definitely has a night mask, incense and all that to help him doze off. Chrollo is a chronic suffer of predormitional insomnia: his mind runs a million a minute, man is NOT used to sleeping a healthy 8hrs.

You can guarantee if Chrollo falls asleep before you (a very rare event) you’ll find him stiff as a log. He falls asleep in whatever position he’s in and will stay there until he wakes up. Honestly, it’s a wonder he isn’t ridden with all sorts of issues (get him a chiropractor one day.)

On the other 364 days a year when he falls asleep after you, well aren’t you just the perfect little teddy bear! His arms are always wrapped around you tightly.

If you happen to be a light sleeper? You’ll definitely wake up in the middle of the night to his face buried into the crook of your neck; fingers tapping away at your abdomen as his breathing settles, the smell of lavender drowning out any other senses. So definitely a cuddler. (I will die on this hill)

Sometimes he might even pepper your neck with kisses if he notices you’re awake.

If you’re a heavier sleeper? You better get used to waking up in the morning under a vice like grip, a mat of black hair brushing against your cheek and -whether he’s awake or not- you’re not getting out of it

Big spooner, you could be twice the height of him and he’d still demand it.

Not much of a snorer, maybe the few light hitches here and there but overall he’s sound asleep.

Most nights when Chrollo can’t sleep, he’ll sit up with a book in one hand and his other arm wrapped around your sleeping form. Sometimes he’ll doze off and sometimes he’ll only be brought away from his book by your stirring.

On particularly bad nights, where his insomnia truly flairs up, you’ll have to listen to a plethora of podcasts or “soothing sounds” for him to actually sleep. And yes, you’ll have to listen to them. There’s something innately intimate about having you indulge him in his interests: makes it far easier to sleep.

Feitan

You cannot tell if this man is awake or asleep 9/10.

“You sleep. I watch.” Kind of deal, he has many things to preoccupy himself with: like watching you! (In a: ‘someone takes even one step in this general direction, you’ll have a lullaby of screaming to doze off to’ kind of way)

It’s not that he can’t sleep, it’s that he doesn’t want to. Feitan sees sleep as a waste of time, it bleeds days into days and he could be spending that time well, instead of sleeping.

Everytime he wakes up he mentally kicks himself for having made such a waste of time

That’s where you come in! Hope you’re willing to have a human sized cat latched onto you every single night! Big spoon, little spoon, doesn’t matter to him: you’ll wind up with him clinging onto you for dear life regardless.

Despite this fact however, you’ll never know the plethora of times he wakes up in the middle of the night, painstakingly, detaches himself from you and paces around the room feverishly. Muttering about who knows what, head flicking to every angle at even the minutest of sounds. Feitan doesn’t like not being alert: loathes it, so this is his way to regulate the nerves that rest often brings.

Feitan is a very light sleeper, any slight movement may set him off and cause him to completely switch back on (sleep maintenance insomnia hits him hard).

He doesn’t strike me as a snorer but definitely isn’t quiet, sounds like a Guinea pig sometimes. A total teeth chatterer. Seriously, you’ll wake up and hear a light ‘Tch Tch Tch’ from wherever the hell he’s grabbing onto you tonight.

Will not ever wake up in the same position he falls asleep in (not that you’ll ever know that fact, he’s always looking over you long before you’re awake.)

Trust me: you’ll know if Feitan has a bad dream. His claws (yes claws) will be digging into you, his hold on you tightening with a particularly sharp ‘hiss’ of his teeth.

Likelihood is: his sleeping patterns will leave more marks on you than any other activities ever will. But, don’t worry! It shows he cares (I think?).

Phinks

Kicker, oh he is a real kicker.

You’ll wind up waking up off the bed more times than you will on it.

On and off cuddler, there’s very few times that you’ll fall asleep cuddling but by god is it a wild guess as to whether you’ll wake up doing so.

Phinks will fall asleep with his back towards you, teetering off the edge of the bed. And, In the matter of minutes can have one leg half way across the bed, the other swung over the edge, left hand across his face, right on his chest, mouth slack and whole body at a 45* angle.

Other times, you’ll find a knee digging into your back as he’s (very awkwardly) cuddling you from behind.

Surprising the masses (not): he snores. Has a whole box of nose strips to stop this.

Despite all of these, interesting, idiosyncrasies. The few times you fall asleep cuddling: he’s an entirely different sleeper. It’s like he takes a page out of Chrollo’s book and doesn’t move an inch (aside from rolling, he’s a total roller).

The snoring won’t stop though.

Doesn’t need anything to help him sleep, his head hits the pillow and he’s out like a light. Real heavy sleeper as well, you could roll him off the bed with an almighty thud and he’d still be sound sleep. It’s actually fairly endearing.

Will sleep for 6 hours, wake up for 1, roll around for a bit, settle down and then sleep for another 2.

Best pray you’re a heavy sleeper: that’s all the advice I can give you.

Honestly? It’s like sleeping next to a bear, vaguely adorable as much as it has you fearing for you life (and place on the bed).

Uvogin

If Phinks is like sleeping next to a bear, Uvo is a bear hug.

You’ll find your place settled neatly against his chest, as if he’s one of those comically large backpacks (like Johnny’s from Hotel Transylvania). Don’t worry about anything, truly, you’ll be snug as a bug in a hug.

Surprisingly, not a snorer (when sober at least). Often needs noises to fall asleep to though. If there’s not calamity afoot then Uvo tends to get angsty; you may have to deal with the occasional outburst.

So, you often have loud games or shows blaring in the background as he rests his chin on your head. Uvo doesn’t fall asleep easily, meaning there’s very few times that you can turn the noise off before you head to sleep yourself. You best get used to sleeping to the volume of a rock concert! (with his constant screeching he blew his own ear drums)

Invest in earbuds of some kind, it’ll help the both of you.

The LOUDEST snorer when drunk. I mean LOUDEST. Cotton buds line your bathroom cupboards for whenever he drinks, you’ll have to pick out bits of cotton on particularly bad nights.

Absolute hoarder. Whether it be you, a pillow, the duvet, he’ll have it and he isn’t letting it go. It’s honestly quite comforting, his presence isn’t exactly small, so with this hoarding comes a sense of security.

He’s surprisingly gentle as well, it doesn’t feel infantilising, more like you’re something from a heist that he doesn’t want to break.

Can fall asleep anywhere there’s noise. It’s a skill, you’ll find him contorted in a corner just so long as the TV’s humming in the background. Don’t think of moving him, you won’t.

Probably takes a good few trips to the loo during the night. Which, unfortunately for you, given your nightly position: leads to you being woken up every time he does.

Shalnark

Not a fan of cuddles, like at all. Shalnark is quite the squisher when you’re both up and about or even just lounging on the covers, but when it comes to sleeping? He’ll do it, sure, but he won’t be too thrilled most nights. There’s the odd time that he’ll be uncharacteristically for the idea, pulling you close and running off a mile a minute! He doesn’t tend to actually sleep those nights, more ramble on like you’re at some two person sleepover; the sentiment’s there nonetheless.

Despite this fact, he’s very specific with having at least something pressed up against his back -little spooner- and will get agitated if this requirement isn’t met.

Podcasts, lots of podcasts. Shalnark has about ten to twenty playlists that he’ll be sat scrolling through: trying to find the one he wants to sleep to. You’ll never be privy to these of course, he tends to keep a pair of headphones shoved in some drawer.

Oftentimes, before even attempting to sleep, he’ll be scrolling through some forum or busy doing: something. Though, for some reason you don’t remember any of his chronic scrolling…

Bathroom breaker, it’s nothing annoying but you’ll never not notice the shift in weight, as he swings his legs off the bed and heads to the bathroom. He’s always careful not to make too much noise, which winds up causing more in the process.

Has a small assortment of glasses of water that will accumulate through the week, all filled to different volumes. He swears he’ll drink them! He never does. It just ticks that little box of ‘just incase’ and he can’t sleep without it. Same with most other amenities.

Late sleeper, this man will never be up before you. That may be attributed to the fact he never falls asleep before you, but who’s to say!

Machi

The fact you don’t have single beds is both a gift to thank her for and a curse. Machi is a sleep tosser; she tosses a lot.

You tend to sleep on opposite ends of the bed. This is both in part to her overall distaste of sleeping together and the kicking. Oh boy, the kicking.

You know how the immune system can sometimes misinterpret things as threats, causing autoimmune reactions? That Machi when asleep. It’s like a subconscious instinct, a defence mechanism is you will; it’s certainly a good one! It’s just, not always needed. Especially not when you wake up at 4:34am after a particularly sharp jab at your side.

Though, some nights she’s stiff as a board! Not one movement or peep. As if death herself had stole Machi away.

She’s not a particularly picky sleeper, Machi can rest to almost anything. However, there is one thing that seems to expedite the process. Fire - whether the simple crackling singing off in the distance, or the chocking scent of smoke pervading the air. It seems to calm Machi, there’s no foreseeable reason for it. She just, likes fire.

L i g h t sleeper, you can’t count the amount of times she’s jolted awake, swearing she heard something. Windows, doors and anything else that might throw the room into disarray or stir up noise are a must close.

Sleep mutterer. It’s a rare occurrence, but Machi will sometimes have whole conversations with the air. You’re usually both asleep when these conversations take place (there was once that you overheard one to its completion. You’ll never tell her of course).

Pakunoda

Incense galore.

Seriously it’s everywhere.

Pakunoda needs some form of soft scent to lull her to sleep. This often comes in the form of floral scents, but can branch off into other soothing smells. Her particular favourites include cedar and amber.

You wouldn’t describe what you and Pakunoda do as cuddling, per se. She treats you more like a support pillow than anything else. Arms wrapped around you tightly and chin resting upon your head.

Neither of you will be able to move an inch throughout the night. Pakunoda has a very specific pre sleep schedule that she’ll run through every night (including final bathroom breaks, cleaning and small talk) and after that, it’s lights out. It doesn’t matter if you wake up and need something: she’s out cold. You might be able to escape, if you can pry yourself out. But just know: getting back in the same position will prove twice as difficult.

Not a snorer, hell, you can hardly hear her breathing most nights. If it weren’t for the subtle rise and fall of her chest against your back, you’d question if she even was.

Up long before you are, usually has one half of the bed already made (haphazardly as not to disturb you.)

I had a lot of fun doing this one; might return to it for further Troupe members at a later date, so cheers for the ask Anon! (Little irrelevant thing I just want to mention for future reference: if any PT ask includes Hisoka or Illumi please specify as such.)

[parkersbliss]

A Domestic Life | S. Riley

pairing: simon “ghost” riley x female reader

warnings: none just some fluff bc I don’t see enough for him :(( maybe OOC

synopsis: just some fluffy headcannons about the infamous ghost and how he treats relationships

a/n: there is not enough tooth rotting fluff for this guy and I’m gonna fix that starting now

Masterlist | Taglist | Prompt List

requests open for ghost!

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sleeps like a log. the guy sleeps on his back, pointed at the sleeping and when he’s out he’s OUTTTT that boy does not sleep on the field so in an actual bed? he’s comatose. of course if you have a nightmare you can wake him up anytime. he’ll be a little confused at first but he’s got the spirit

enjoys cuddling but not in his sleep. he overheats so easily bc of how big he is so you guys keep your space. he is happy to hold you before bed though while watching a movie or scrolling on tiktok

he’s a DRY texter oh my god. it’s like your biggest pet peeve. “how’s your day” “fine” “made any progress?” “no.” you’re working on improving his skills but he’s just like that. you asked a question, he answers. besides he doesn’t frequently have time to text you long detailed replies

obviously ghost loves his mask, and it makes sense for him to conceal his identity but he doesn’t when he’s back with you. he likes to keep his identities separate. ghost and the mask for the field, regular simon at home. it’s not like anyone would know they were the same guy, except you of course.

on the off chance he’s home for halloween, he doesn’t use his mask as a costume (just in case anyone could connect the dots) but does keep the skeleton theme

his favorite holiday is christmas and he always makes sure he can have it off

he LOVES to cook. he doesn’t eat good when deployed so he loves coming home and cooking himself up exactly what he wanted. don’t get me wrong, he loves if you cook too but there’s something about not being able to control what you eat and then having full control and making homemade pasta for him

wears beanies all the time in winter. the dudes got a buzz cut, standard, so his heads cold. he loves when you wear a matching one with him

wakes up at the ass crack of dawn bc his body is just used to it after so many years

when he retires, he plans on having a small farm for even fresher homemade ingredients like eggs, milk etc. and he’ll wake up early to do the farm chores

again with the shitty food thing, he only likes gas station coffee. he’s so used to a crappy cup of joe that he can’t do the fancy shit. then again, he’s more of a tea guy anyway

loves his alone time but he likes you there, if that makes sense? like he loves reading a novel and not talking but just having you also read in the same room

likes just sitting on the couch together and watching a movie

It took him a while to adjust to physical touch after it being 1.) mostly abuse or 2.) enemies after him but he is not completely against it. he knows it’s important in relationships so he tries his best and eventually learns to love it

a sucker for slow dancing in the living room. bonus points if it’s with the christmas tree lights and music. he loves swaying around and the occasional stepping on feet and your giggles

his most prized possession besides the guns and you is a le creuset tea pot you gifted him for christmas. it’s bright blue with a gold handle and perfect.

he has a tea collection on display and is always trying new flavors from around the world. his green tea is imported from japan ONLY. always makes two cups for himself and you

loves to do any picnic dates or apple picking or farm style dates. the man loves food as FRESH as possible.

his bucket lists consists of food places around the world he wants to try and go with you.

including fugu from japan. you are totally opposed because of the whole life or death thing associated with it, but simon’s used to risks and he’ll do his research ofc.

he’ll never admit but he wants to go to america just to try the fast food there. he knows it’s bad and the opposite of what he stands for but the chinese in britain is ASS and doesn’t canes, in n out and chick fil a look SO good?

bicep holding >>> hand holding

he needs routine. simon needs to wake up at the same time, make breakfast for you guys at the same time, have his quiet time on the porch. watch the morning news with you and the tea. always at the same times. he tries not to but he can’t help bringing some of his military life home

his crew knows he has a wife but that’s it. ghost keeps simon separate and you are married to simon.

plus he can never be too safe when it comes to his work. the only name you went by when he’s deployed is “my wife” or “mrs riley”

doesn’t even carry a photo of you bc he’s that paranoid

you guys actually get married within 18 months because it just makes life easier. as soon as simon knew he wanted to marry you, he did.

it’s just easier in the military bc of pay, benefits, deployment, etc. and ofc he loves you and was locking that down ASAP

sends you recipes when he’s deployed for you to make and rate

when he can’t sleep, which is often, he just lays next to you not touching and contemplated how it is after all the bad he’s done, how he got it so good.

and he makes sure you know how appreciative he is

[mechahero]

//ngl lambda in db settings will never not be funny to me. he has no fancy transformations or anything, he's just very persistent when it comes to beating people to death.

[spoiledcarmen]

My Neglectful Lover

pair: tim drake x reader

tags: arranged marriage, angst, hurt/some comfort, SLOWburn, smut, OOC characters, dark topics.

summary: tim drake is forced to marry reader for the better of WE, and he doesn't like it.

chapter: but you, are unfixable. (2/?)

Author’s note: lmk if you want me to tag you in the next part xx

PT.1 - PT.2 - PT.3

After the entire restaurant incident, you decided to leave after sharing a meal together. Next time you see him, which will be at your wedding, you expect him to apologize. Speaking of that, your mother wants the wedding to be as soon as possible! Does she not know that a wedding is a very long process?

“Mom, you can’t just plan an entire wedding in a month.” You try to convince her. sitting on the couch together with one of those wedding flip books, ones that are supposed to give you ideas or whatever. “We can do it! If we have Wayne’s name, we can do whatever we want and as fast as we want it.” We? We.You shake your head and sigh, already dreading the idea of being married to that cocky son of a bitch.

“I already got us an appointment for you to try on wedding dresses.” Your mother says she didn’t even consult with you about the date or anything. “Okay, but... why didn’t you tell me you were going to book an appointment? What if I had something—“ “Enough! I already booked it, and it’s already happening. Why are you trying to argue with me?” She spits back at you; she stares at you up and down as if you weren't her daughter but a monster. a stranger. a beggar.

Why is everyone so aggressive? First it was Timothy, and now it’s your own mother. You scoff and go off to your room, running up the stairs and slamming the door behind you. You sit at the edge of the bed, just wanting to cry, to sob, but you don’t. You just sit at the edge of the bed with watery eyes. Then it hits you… You only have a month before you're a taken woman. Before, you barely had any freedom.

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You think about it for a few moments, taking it all in. You suddenly turn to grab your phone, impulsively unlocking it and scrolling through your call logs. It takes a while to scroll down all the way to 2022. You remember that day like it was yesterday. 2022 October 31st was a Thursday. How could you forget? It was the day you decided to sober up once and for all.

It’s an unsaved contact, but you remember those numbers like your own name. Your thumb hovers over the series of numbers before you click on it; the way the ‘calling…’ changes into ‘ringing…’ makes your heart beat faster. You don’t remember the last time you had a *thrill* like this. “Hello?” You hear a voice from the phone coming out of the speakers, and you instinctively put the phone to your ear. “Hey—uhm... it’s me, again.” “I thought you sobered up.“

“I did!” You cut him off before he could continue; you don’t need another reminder of another failed attempt. “I’m just going through something; I need something.” “I don’t have anything. You came to me at the end of the week.” You sigh; even your dealer has to disappoint you from time to time. “What are you going through? Maybe I can find something, depending on your situation.” You hear him chuckle through the speaker, and you sigh, contemplating whether to tell him or not.

“You’ll see it on the news. I'm not really sure if I'm allowed to tell you right now.” “Right, right...” He teases, he sucks his teeth, and he huffs. “I can get you a few cigars and whatnot.” “Cigars?!” You exclaim in shock, You could get those from your father. “I want something serious!” “I told you I don’t have anything; either wait until Monday or take them.” You sigh, hesitantly agreeing; you can’t really wait. even if it’s for something as stupid as cigars.

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A knock on your door, so gentle, so soft, you know it’s not anything like your parents to *actually* knock. “Your mother says you should get ready; you’re going to the boutique.” Elizabeth says as she pokes her head in. You're glad to see her kind and sympathetic looks; one might think one actually cares. You barely acknowledge her, nodding as you head to the closet to change. Now's not the time to get attached.

‘Am I really doing this?’ You think to yourself, you could run away, leave, and start a new life with someone you *like*. You remember yesterday so vividly, like a painting framed in your mind. You let out a shaky, deep breath as you take off your pajamas. You can’t stop imagining his hands on your body, his rough hands against your soft, tender skin. the way he’d whisper sweet things into your ear…

You quickly knock yourself out of it, slamming your hand against the jewelry center buffet. You wince in pain, but it’s for your own good. You can’t set him to your unrealistic expectations after what he said yesterday. “Why’s life so unfair?” You mutter under your breath as you decide to put on the most basic outfit known to mankind: blue jeans and a white shirt. At least it’ll be easy to get in and out of.

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At the wedding dress boutique, you’ve never felt more out of place. Sure, you had imposter syndrome during high school and what not, but this is different. This time everyone is actually expecting you to be something you're not. “Try this one!” Your mother pulls out a low-cut long dress with fabric bent to look like swirls. You can’t lie, it’s beautiful, but it would look like a normal dress if it wasn’t white.

“It’s not for me.” You shrug as you browse the racks yourself; as the sounds of metal scraping against metal agitate your ears, your mother seems to annoy you more. Every two seconds she’s asking you to look, from a mermaid dress to a 1920s style, from that to a portrait back. “Can I just look for myself?” “Well, try it!” she presses, trying to put a dress in your hands. “If I don’t like it while it’s on the hanger, I don’t think I’ll like it on me.” You smile sarcastically as you turn back to the rack of dresses.

You're browsing mindlessly, not even browsing; just pretending for the sake of your mother. It’s your wedding; you might as well do what you want. Your eyes widen as you find the most beautiful dress you’ve ever seen; it’s a lacy dress with the longest train you’ve ever seen. “Galia Lahav.” you mutter under your breath as you let your fingers trace the transparent lace.

“I see that one has caught your eye.” A worker says as she smiles at you, and you chuckle awkwardly as you try to rip your gaze away from the dress and actually look at her. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she? We actually have a matching veil that goes with it.” “I’d like to see that. I-I want to try it.” You barely let her finish before your mouth betrays you and shows your excitement.

She picks up the dress with a pleasant smile on her face and leads you to a dressing room. “I’ll get the veil and help you with the dress.” She states before she leaves you to stare at yourself in the mirror, The dress is so beautiful; you don’t think you’ll be able to find another dress after this. It’s so… *you.* Before you know it, the associate is back with the veil; she sets it down and takes the dress from you, eager to help you.

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You close your eyes as you let her adjust the veil; it feels so heavy on your head, but it’s worth it if it’s this stunning. “Alright, you can open.” She smiles at you in awe as you open your eyes and mouth in astonishment. God, it’s perfect. The veil is even longer than the train. This can’t beat Princess Diana’s, but it’s certainly long.

You slowly emerge out of the changing room and move to the lounge where your mother was sitting, waiting to see the dress you’ve chosen, the look of shock

on her face is genuinely priceless. She laughs awkwardly as she tries to find her words. “It’s gorgeous! But... don’t you think it’s a little too revealing? I mean... your skin is still showing even if you're covered!” “It’s fine! It’s supposed to be nude; it’s lace.” You disregard her feelings, just as she disregards yours. “It’s a perfect fit too.”

“Alright, alright, we’ll get it.” She gives in to you; she has to. “Great! When’s the wedding?” “in three weeks.” Your mother says nonchalantly as she gets her wallet out. “T-three? as in…” She puts three fingers up just to make sure, poor girl… so confused. “People usually buy their wedding dresses six months in advance.” She laughs awkwardly as your mom nods. “I know.” The girl takes a deep breath and takes you back to the changing room.

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Life’s good. partially good. Your wedding is being planned for you, and you’ve got the perfect dress, but every time you remember who you’re going to marry, you internally cringe. You wonder what kind of ring he's going to buy, maybe just a regular diamond ring, hopefully not a cluster ring… It's not called a ‘shut up ring’ for no reason.

You're not sure what to expect with time, but you're sure it’s not going to be nice. You just hope he at least gets you your own apartment. Why would you ever want to live in his parents* Wayne Manor?

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TIMESKIP TO WEDDING

“Are you ready?” Your father comes into the room you're in after countless hours of getting ready, makeup artists drowning you in powder, and hair stylists choking you with hairspray. You guess it’s worth it for those 50s glamour waves. “I think so.” You sigh as you take one last look at yourself in the mirror; you take a long stare, completely forgetting your father is there.

“Is it hitting you?” “What?” “Is it hitting you? that you’re getting married?” He laughs at your cluelessness, but you don’t find it funny. You stare at him as your eyes fill with tears and your breaths start to become short and quick. “Dad… I don’t—“ “You have to. you need to.” His gaze suddenly turns stern and serious. He puts his hands on your shoulders and gets up and personal. “You can cry all you want when he has you, just not now.” He grunts through his teeth. Your tears dry up quickly at his words; not even your own father takes cries seriously.

You suck it up just so you can walk down the aisle uninterrupted. You swallow down your pride as you put the veil over your face. you wrap your arm around his, slowly walking out of the room and down to the cathedral hall. You could hear the guests even if they're so quiet. The classical music doesn't silence heartbeats, feelings, or words. only useless sounds.

Your father puts on the biggest smile as you tilt your head down, not wanting to make eye contact with any of the guests; you barely even know any of them. all friends of your fathers, mothers, Timothy’s, and Bruce’s. None are yours. Walking down the aisle is a difficult task; people will see it as just walking, but it’s way more.

A father walking his daughter down the aisle is a deeply symbolic moment steeped in tradition and emotion. It represents the culmination of his role as her protector, guide, and first so-called love, signifying the support and care he has provided throughout her life. As they walk together, it’s a public affirmation of their bond.

a bittersweet acknowledgment of her transition from his care to a new chapter with her partner. This act of ‘giving her away’ reflects trust in her chosen spouse while honoring the enduring connection between father and daughter, blending pride, love, and a touch of letting go into a single, timeless gesture

so why do you feel so suffocated? like you can’t breath. the walk is long and excruciating, every step is like stepping on a thousand knives. as you approach the steps, your father let’s go of you and Tim takes your hand, both of you kneel down on one of the steps, you glance at him, and he glances back. his stare is blank. no signs of nervousness or anything.

the priest starts to speak, “REDACTED and Tim Drake, Have you come here to enter marriage without coercion, freely, and wholeheartedly?” “I have.” both of you respond at the same time and Tim side eyes you. “Are you prepared, as you follow the path of marriage, to love and another each other for as long as you shall live?”

“I am.” you let Tim respond first then you go on, “I am.”

“Since it is your intention to enter the covenant of Holy Matrimony, join your right hands, and declare your consent before God and his Church." Both you are Tim join hands, he stares into your eyes and takes a deep breath, dreading this as much as you are. “I, Tim Drake, take you, REDACTED, to be my wife. I promise to be faithful to you, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love you and to honor you all the days of my life."

He finished off with a silent sigh, knowing that it’s sealed and finished. you take another deep breath and go on with your part “i, REDACTED, take you, Tim Drake, , to be my husband. I promise to be faithful to you, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love you and to honor you all the days of my life.”

"May the Lord in his kindness strengthen the consent you have declared before the Church and graciously bring to fulfillment his blessings within you. What God has joined, let no one put asunder.” The Priest continues on. You have no idea way your parents chose the catholic way to do the wedding, Neither you or Tim are religious. “Bless, O Lord, these rings.”

“which we bless in your name. so that those who wear them may remain entirely faithful to each other, abide in peace and in your will, and live always in mutual charity. Through Christ our Lord." Our? quite humorous. The priest sprinkles holy water on your rings before handing them to each of you.

“REDACTED, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the father, and the son, and the holy spirit." Tim stares at you hesitantly before placing the ring on your finger, how beautiful. it is, he really did go with a single diamond ring.

“Tim Drake, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the father, and the son, and the holy spirit." you put the ring on his finger, staring straight at him, somehow youre smiling? well duh.. it’s a wedding who wouldn’t smile. “Go in peace to glorify the Lord with your life." you both sigh a sigh of relief.

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Youre both greeting guests, taking their presents and placing them on the table, putting on fake masks of smiles and happiness. after most of them are gone, Timothy immediately lets the mask go to the trash. “Let’s go.” “Go where?” “Home.” he seems annoyed with you already, he grabs your hand and walks you out of the cathedral. Cameras immediately flashing and people yelling at you both. He hides his face and doesn’t bother with you. you sigh and just hide your face lazily with your free hand, it’s not like you’ve got anything to hide, you look amazing.

“Are we going to the Wayne Manor?” “You aren’t but i am.” he says as he immediately takes his phone out once youre both in the limousine. you stare confused and ask “Excuse me?” “I have stuff to get, it’ll be more convenient for me to sleep there instead of get back to you late at night.”

[eepy-cookies]

A relaxing yet quiet Birthday

Characters: Shadow Milk Cookie / Sage of Truth x Reader Genre: Fluff Summary: Today was your birthday, and yet someone does remember your own birthday. Disclaimer: This is made for fun so be aware of ooc!

Birthday is a just a normal day, is what a cookie would normally thought, and yet you knew it was just a normal day- except you the cookie witch proposed a a festival in your kingdom this month to attract many cookies to celebrate the Bloom Festival even if the year is not good.

As the project president you made sure that every cookie was behaving well and on board to make sure that the festivity was going well. And thankfully they all did, including the beast cookies.

Burning Spice Cookie would refuse, but putting him as a patroller in case thieves and bandits likes to appear he is on the job. Plus rewarding him with good food would also make him cooperate well after all he was a huge help.

Mystic Flour Cookie would do nothing in apathy, but she too was curious about the unique festival you made, she also made her own botanical garden area and it has become an attraction to cookies who needed a good quiet corner as log she puts on "please remain silent and relax" and it worked on introverted cookies who likes to be quiet.

Shadow Milk Cookie on the other hand was about to do a theater but you need to make sure that he doesn't cause deceit when performing since he and the rest of the beast cookies are untrusted to some cookies in the kingdom. Heck even Candy Apple and Black Sapphire Cookie are behaving well as his minion assistance, but they also do want to enjoy the festival too. Pure Vanilla insisted on him making a theater to perform perfectly well as long you were watching him much to his dismay.

Over all the end of the festival was today and you can finally get all the cookies to relax after the festival, plus they were all paid well since every cookie was relaxing well and even if there was a bit of chaos but its mainly on the thieves and bandits there is no worse case scenarios and even if there is, a presence of the higher up cookies can handle them plus for even safety measures you cast a spell on the cookies on your kingdom for an extra surveillance to ensure employee safety incase something happen, you had no idea how much it saved them from hardships.

And now here you are, walking around as every cookie you see greeted you and thank you for your hard work. Heck you even saw Burning Spice Cookie was enjoying his meal and laugh and gave you a pat on the back and Mistic Flour joining him for a meal and smiled at you, she looked relaxed. They told you that the festival was supposed to be boring but thanks to the unique attractions you propose they got the role they desired.

You are glad that they are doing well and they got a good amount of rest needed and plus the customer cookies were enjoying themselves buying souvenirs and following the rules safely things were going well for you.

And yet you cannot rest.

You walk up to where the theater where Shadow Milk Cookie is, and right on time Candy Apple Cookie being ordered by Shadow Milk Cookie put you to the reserved front seat as they all begin. And you do admit the theater was enjoyable and there was some good laughs here and there, thus the performance was a success and thus made once announcement.

"And a FINALE thank you to (Y/N) Cookie for creating this AMAZING festival and a HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you (Y/n) Cookie!"

"?!"

Your face went red as the crowd goes wild and started saying Happy Birthday to you as Black Sapphire Cookie was recording this moment for the laughs.

...

..

.

"Shadow Milk Cookie! I can't believe you did this to me, I thought I kept my birthday a secret!"

"Ppfftt! Oh COME ON now darling, Not everyone knows that today is your birthday~ After all I know the perfect details about you!"

"Oii..."

You stared at him confused for a moment but when he noted 'not everyone' the instant you knew...

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[You remember a good memory, a proposal to create the best festival to all cookies as soon as possible for a week. Not all cookies where on board and feel anxious but Sage of Truth found potential in your proposal and decided to accept this festival proposal.

Because of this you and Sage of Truth are good friends ever since, it allow him to gain the experience of more knowledge and plus and a creation to create festivals for the cookies to have a newer better purpose something so enjoyable yet healing.

Sage of Truth was genuinely looking forward on your festival project and thus help you plan, create problems and solutions in advance in case something happened, and finally looking at cookies who hides the good talents to create something for the festival.

But he soon notice that he was able to get closer to you in the process.

You even gave him a mini doll as a souvenir and as thanks for his participation, and he kept it securely close to him under his hat at all times.

Even if he was sealed in the tree, he was able to get the doll you gave him close to his chest.]

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And when the sunset is happening and the night market has begin along with the singers getting ready to perform for the fans who are also enjoying the festival.

This has been more livelier for every festival you made and because of this you were content with your project living on and even now.

"Say, Shadow Milk Cookie..."

He looked at you with a curious smile, "Shall we walk together in the stalls, just the two of us?" You ask with a smile and yet his eyes were widened and blush with glee happy to hear that you still want to hang out with him.

"Of course my darling~"

With that you two hold hands just like in the past, it doesn't matter whether or not Shadow Milk has become. To you he is still the same cookie that you love no matter what.

After walking around trying the food, drinks, and mini games, the two of you were gazing at the botanical garden booth watching the night sky that was now showing fireworks. The two of you staring and admiring the night sky in fireworks as every cookie was enjoying the rest of the festival before the closing.

And before the clock reaches 12 am, you looked at Shadow Milk Cookie and leaned closer to him, he noticed what you are doing and yet was blushing from the kiss on the lips. His eyes were wide and he was shaking and yet he decided to pull you to a hug.

He doesn't want to break the silence and yet, he went closer to your ear.

"My, you really are bold tonight~ My darling~"

You can't see his face, but his hair eyes showing hearts can tell you one thing. After this, you know what happens next.

[isa-ghost]

I genuinely intend to remain reinforcing that Phil Does Not Want To Do Lore On The Realm because I don't want the community's pushing to send him to the point of never doing anything like it again (I've seen this lowkey happen before in other fandoms).

BUT...

I see such a clear pipeline from trPhil's "no fuck you go away I'm burying previous trauma and pain in logging obsessively" to some sort of "fine, I admit I'm miserable because I lost family and friends AGAIN, and I will begrudgingly try soothing it with letting people in my bubble again" type surrender moment brought on by trSneeg because he's so persuasive and makes excellent points with pure logic and reason and the idea makes me salivate.

Obviously it's all 100% ooc jokes and even if it WAS intentional rp, we have no guarantee that trPhil is "main" (specifically q) Phil, but technically trPhil HAS vaguely opened up to trSneeg about the grief and scars he has in the wake of losing his children. trSneeg knows trPhil is bitter and still grieving. He can see that logging, no matter what trPhil insists, is Not helping him actually heal. It's just barely letting him cope.

It's the same old tricks rpPhil has always turned to to deal with baggage, immersing himself as much as he can in physical labor of some kind. His projects back home in Hardcore, the "trains in his basement" in DSMP after he had to kill his own son, all the building and looting and protesting he did on QSMP any time the kids were taken away from him.

And I think we've seen more than enough evidence to show that trSneeg could 100% keep his cool through all the stubborn and heated refusal trPhil would meet with his attempts to convince him to just be willing to socialize and invest in people again. Not even to join Yellow, just let himself have meaningful connections again, rather than sticking to tolerating his and trFit's presences (most of the time). Even though trPhil's evasive behavior has been reinforced (probably tenfold) after The Keepers assaulted him and destroyed his wings AGAIN, I think with the tenacity and confidence trSneeg exudes, he could slowly eventually coax trPhil into opening up again. Even if just a tiny bit.

Especially because he sees why trPhil is so adamant on sticking to his guns rn, he knows it's not JUST the factions and snails. He'd see it even if trPhil hadn't straight up told him multiple times already. Right away, trSneeg would make it very clear that trPhil would have no obligations to anyone or anything, that socializing doesn't mean he HAS to save people from the peril they face or take a side in the interpersonal conflicts they have or help them all figure out what the deal is with the eyes or the Keepers or anything else.

He doesn't have to put up with a snail that reminds him of his lost kids, he doesn't have to choose a side like it's Purgatory again, he doesn't have to get involved with the horrors people are going through like he often did with the islanders, he doesn't have to help solve/understand whatever is going on in The Realm like he did with The Federation and The Codes and everything else fucked up and strange on Quesadilla Island. If having friends is all he wants, he can have that.

And even if trSneeg STILL couldn't sway trPhil with All That, that would mean we'd get a gut-wrenching storyline about how after so many years of loving and losing again and again throughout his immortal life, rpPhil knows that pain is a part of love whether you want it to be or not, you can't have one without the other. He can't make connections here without signing up for the stress and pain that comes with it because that's what it means to care about people.

It's not just the most recent time putting him off from it all, it's an entire cycle he's been forced to suffer in for as long as he can remember, because that's what being immortal entails. He wants the cycle to end already. He can't stand being fully alone right now whether he admits it or not thanks to QI. His determination to isolate himself as much as he can while he's in The Realm is to slowly reacclimate himself to being alone so he can tolerate it in his home world again. When the loneliness gets unbearable, that's when he has no qualms with being pestered by people or goes to see what everyone else is up to. As that happens less over time, he'll go home again now that complete isolation doesn't hurt anymore (or more accurately: now that he's reconvinced himself it doesn't).

All of this is to say, trSneeg is 100% the guy that would break the ice under trPhil and get his story rolling, whether that means he embraces the pain of loving and caring again, or reinforces how hellbent he is on trying to escape it.