#and also try and do some of the drawing requests that are just rotting in my inbox lol

[my-name-is-bunnyfoxy]

Whichever wins I'll draw it.

Then unintentionally forget about it and then remember it after a few months lol

[yoyomomiko]

MORE DAISUKE HEADCANONS PLS!!! I LOVE HIM SMMM

Pairing: Daisuke x F!reader

HC: pet names/nicknames, 'texting'!! (passing notes)

Warnings: small mention of dirty talk, not proofread, probably contains grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language!!

(A/N): Omg y'all there's like 7 requests for Daisuke idk how I'm gonna manage to do most of them😣 This is so short I'm so sorry it's also pretty rushed😢 -> m.list

╰┈➤ This is the second part from these other headcanons - part 1

★PET NAMES/NICKNAMES

First off, he's definitely gonna find a nickname for you. Whether it's a shortening of your name, or just based off of something you've done. He wouldn't necessarily make fun of you, yk??

But I still feel like he'd try to find a funny nickname for you no matter what.

His go to pet name is "babe" because uh that's just how he is😁

He laughs when he tries those "cheesy" pet names, he simply can't do it with a straight face!!

Don't ever expect him to call you darling, I mean it's Daisuke we're talking about so let's be honest😀

I feel like he would also call you babygirl but like in a joking way because there's NO WAY he'll be serious while having that word come out of his mouth.

The brain rot got to him I hope y'all know this already😔

He doesn't care what you call him, he loves every word that you spit out no matter your voice or tone

★'TEXTING'

Wonder why there's apostrophes?

Because I feel like around the Tuplar, he'd send you notes just because he's extra

Like, you recognize one another's writing style

He also leaves little doodles for you, on every note he gives. Whether it's a heart or a dinosaur playing basketball, you're gonna have it.

He might have some words misspelled, but it really just kind of depends if he's tired or not (when is he ever not energetic??)

I headcanon that he leaves little doodles EVERYWHERE he writes. Like, if Swansea told him to take notes, there will be some drawing on there.

I feel like at some point he doodled you and him together kissing while Swansea was trying to talk to him, and then Swansea noticed it and gave him a scolding for not paying attention😔

Daisuke sometimes leaves little notes in your room. I mean, he kind of just somehow sneaks in there and leaves you a quick "you're so pretty <3" note. Or it can be anything, really, not only compliments

Imagine dirty talking with him through notes like that would lowkey be crazy

HE CANNOT HANDLE DIRTY TALK AND YOU CAN'T PROVE ME WRONG

I mean like, he just can't keep a straight face. He bursts out laughing if he ever tries, he simply can't.

Daisuke is just so silly😮‍💨

If you two are both working with Swansea, then he would 100% just pass you notes every single minute.

UGH I WANT HIM SO BAD IT'S NOT EVEN A JOKE ANYMORE😟

★yoyomiko ★miko

[transmascaraa]

Hi! It's 🍓 anon again >_<

May I request Ga ming, Freminet, Thoma, Aether, Scaramouche + whoever you wanna add with a S/O whos kinda a depressed bed rotter?

yk, doesn't really get out of bed, doesn't take care of themselves

example: brushing their hair, their teeth, eating, cleaning (they don't know how to cook or do a lot for themselves anymore)

I've been kinda a bed rotter these months (few years) it's actually really embarrassing being in this state 😭😭

multiple characters headcannons!

bed rotter.

characters: gaming, freminet, thoma, aether, wanderer x gn!reader

author's note: hi long time no see(it's been a few days)🥰 sorry for the lack of posts lately lmfao i kinda had basically NO motivation for writing whatsoever but i'm back for this one now‼️(i was busy with obsessing over the natlan characters for half of the time yes) so like i hope you enjoy this rn lol ^^ (🍓anon you're not alone in that state😔 it happens)

✷ Gaming

-WILL take care of you if you won't

-didn't get out of bed to eat?

-breakfast in bed, dinner in bed, lunch in bed just for you.

-he will brush your hair for you. (if you have longer hair/hair that can be brushed lol and if not, ignore this lmao😭)

-don't feel motivated to get up? he'll do his best to motivate you to get you out of bed, but if it doesn't work, he'll try again tomorrow.

-he never loses hope like he's literally sure of himself that he will help you one day

-and it works because he's literally the sweetest bf ever for caring about you

-if you don't wash your teeth or something, he WILL offer to wash your teeth in bed somehow for you but sometimes that offer was literally what made you get up

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☆ Freminet

-again, will be absolutely the most caring and understanding bf of all time

-problems with brushing your teeth? okay, you don't have to do it immediately. if too much time passes he'll motivate you out of bed.

-not eating? he's gonna cook you the best food ever and bring it to you in bed.

-and he'll even bring some really tasty food from the house of the hearth if it ends up being really good for you.

-if your room is a mess, judging by the type of person he is, he'll clean it for you.

-but he won't kill himself for you, instead, he will try to motivate you throughout doing things that make you happy like drawing in front of you if you like drawing and stuff.

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✧ Thoma

-literally will do anything and everything to make sure you feel okay

-trying to motivate you through sending you some typa tiktoks like "dancing in the rain together<3" with the caption "we should do this💕" or stuff that is very wholesome WHILE not being in bed and rotting basically

-i mean it did help quite a few times

-about the food part, you know who thoma is. he will cook for you BUT sometimes he will force you to get out of bed just to eat with him in the kitchen

-that's a really big thing actually (to get you out of your bed at all) and he's proud of it.

-will try to motivate you to brush your teeth by walking in your room while he's brushing his(i have no idea why i js think he might)

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✿ Aether

-okay YES

-y'know how thoma got you out of bed by making you come to the kitchen to eat sometimes? yeah? well aether does it ALL the time.

-literally there isn't a time he will bring you food in your bed unless you've stopped bed rotting.

-brushing teeth? he will not let you come out of the bathroom when you go in to do literally anything(might force you to take a shower sometimes as well)

-if your room is messy, he'll just quietly scold you to himself while cleaning everyone for you, then afterwards confronting you about it

-another way to also get you out of your bed is him calling you to the living room to see some random video/tiktok instead of just sending it to you(it usually works)

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★ Wanderer

-does NOT tolerate this shit

-nuh uh not in the LEAST bit

-wanna eat instead of literally starve to death? come to the kitchen yourself(the best food is waiting you there)

-not showering and/or not brushing your teeth? he will scold you and insult you(lovingly) until you get up and do everything to be clean in the bathroom.

-messy room? standing next to your door with his arms crossed looking at you as if you were his 4th betrayal hoping that you care for him enough to do something for HIM if not for yourself.

-but like deep down, which he won't admit, if you don't do something he tells you to because you feel that bad and unmotivated, he might let it slide and tell you beautiful things while you're asleep on his chest.

-he loves you no matter how big of a bed rotter you are tho

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woah i love scara's part

anyways i liked it as a whole lol

i hope you guys like it too^^

| @mariaace <3

[pyr0-kai]

Could you maybe write a mike x reader that the reader has a crush on Mike for a long time now secretly but dont dare tell him because she just can't is too shy and Abby helps reader and Mike to find together with her drawings since she noticed how they look at each other every time but no one says anything and maybe with just fluffy please. The reader knows mike a long time and knows what he is going through and Mike did become distance from the reader but the reader is still here for him when he needs it too.. And they kiss too :)

Hiiii, thank you for my first official request!! I hope you like it!

There shouldn’t be anything to spoiler-y just some tooth rotting fluff and bad writing!! (And one spicy reference ish? Nothing too bad)

Also So sorry, my art class was watching the little mermaid today so its been in the back of my mind.

Abby, The Little Matchmaker

You had moved in next door to the Schmidt house a few years ago. Mike was watched out the window the day you moved in, while eating breakfast with Abby one morning. He saw you outside of the window, and he wasn’t trying to stare, but ended up staring at your driveway, watching you bring in and out boxes of stuff from one of those large moving trucks. Abby finished a little doodle before looking up, seeing her big brother staring. When Abby spoke up, he zapped out of his little trance.

As a lot of time had passed you had gotten to know him somewhat well. Sometimes he would talk with you from the other side of your fence, or you two would sit on the curb or one of your porches together and just chat about random stuff. As he became more focused on his work, trying and failing to keep a good few job, he slowly began to, unintentionally, become distant. No longer speaking to you directly. But he still would watch you from the window of his kitchen if he saw you pretty [hair color] flash in the corner of his vision. Often seeing you playing with your younger sibling, or younger family members.

Once he landed the job at Freddy’s, he knew he would need help. And you were the best and only person he could really think to ask. It was awkward but, you agreed. Excited to officially meet his little sister, and hopefully see more of him once again. Thats how you ended up watching over Abby once he started working late nights.

Abby was very shy at first, but as time past, and you spent more time at the Schmidt house, she began to open up a bit, talking more and inviting you to draw with her. She also noticed though, how awkward you were with Mike. How you two both seemed to like each other a lot, but it was strange.

One evening however, it was just you and Abby. One of her favorite movies, The Little Mermaid was playing in the background, and she was drawing. Not looking up from the paper, she spoke.

“Hey, [Y/N]?”

“Yeah Abby? Whats up?”

“Do you like my brother? I mean, Like-Like him?”

Your face flustered at that question.

“N-Not like that no… We are just friends really.” You replied, voice cracking a bit.

She turns her head and looks at you.

“Oh really? At dinner sometimes when I mention you, he always says you’re pretty and appreciates you being friends and taking care of me at night. Also, sometimes when i’m not asleep yet, I hear weird noises, and your name coming from his room.”

She notices your face and how red it gets from hearing her speak. She knew you had a crush on him, no matter how much you tried to deny it. Then she turned her head back, smirked to to herself and grabbed a new piece of paper, before heading back into her room, to plan.

Later, Mike invited you to stay for breakfast. He was cooking up some slightly burnt scrambled eggs while you were tapping your nails on the kitchen table. After what Abby had told you, it became even more difficult to talk to him.

Abby came out of her room a few minutes later, a piece of folded paper in her pj pocket. She sat at the table, across from you, wishing you and Mike a good morning. You 3 ate Mike’s slightly burnt food, as Abby told you about a project she’s excited to start at school. Once the food was done, and the dishes were put in the sink, Abby perked up again.

“I drew this for both pf you! Don’t open it until I’m back in my room please!”

You and Mike both nodded as she dashed off into her room to get ready for school. You stood next to Mike as he unfolded the sheet of paper. The inside revealing a picture of You, Mike, And Abby, all happily hugging. You and Mike looked at each other, admiring each other’s eyes. Before you both heard Kiss the girl, from The Little Mermaid start playing from the Cassette player in Abby’s room.

You two both looked at each other, the paper still in Mike’s hand.

“Did Abby tell you that I like you?” He asked.

“Yeah, did she say that I like you..?”

You replied.

But you’re dying to try

You wanna kiss the girl

Yes, you want her

The song played, while you and mike looked each other. He gulped before leaning in slightly for a kiss, and you met his lips halfway. The kiss was everything you both wanted, soft, loving and passionate.

“I love you…”

He spoke.

“I love you too…”

You replied.

The song ended from Abbys room, and you both heard her shout

“I KNEW IT!”

You and Mike both laughed before he pulled you into a tight hug. To this very day, the specific picture Abby drew is framed and sits on a shelf. She draws all 3 of you together much more, loving how happy it makes you all. This always ends with a group hug, as well as you and mike sharing a loving kiss.

[saintship]

Can i request Reader being almost blown up on the mission and their face is almost completely burnt/scarred??😢When they wake up and see their red face covered in bandaids and oils they just break down and decide to wear a mask from now on. And Konig seeing them doesn't know what's going on until he accidentally notice how they pulled up their mask a little to eat. Pleaseee😭 I've hard this idea for days. Can it be with fluff at the end? LOVE YOUR WORK SM

THANK YOU !!

OH MY GOD SAINTSHIP ABOUT FUCKING TIME

this has been ROTTING in my drafts I am so sorry anon, also got a little carried away at the end but nothing spicy just big feels

I really hope you enjoy

I love this idea it’s so fitting for König, I feel he’s very observant given how little he draws attention to himself.

Mask

König x gn!Reader - call sign: Radar

Life around the base could be monotonous. Being in one place usually meant paperwork, meals, paperwork, sparring or group lessons, more paperwork, passing out in your bunk, and doing it all again.

It was different, however, when all of this is happening directly after a loss. And not just losing the fight, but losing many of their soldiers. It was the young men, some no older than 20, losing their lives in the explosions that no one predicted that shook the 141 especially. Their only solace was that they managed to save you.

The air around you was burning hot, flakes of ash floating to singe the gaps of skin they could access. You crawled desperately on your stomach underneath a scorched truck, trying to make your way to the others.

“RADAR, COPY!”

A flaming piece of rubble tumbled next to you, making you jump.

“I’m—I’m on my way..”

“By the east bridge where we came in, you got that?”

Ghosts assuring tone rang faintly in your ears. Finally, you crawled out into a open area, stumbling in the direction of the bridge. The truck there flashed its headlights.

“Move it, private!”

“Yes sir..”

Before you made it a hundred yards, the engine in the car beside you exploded, blasting your body to one side and scalding the right side of your face in flames.

“RADAR!”

Your head smacked the dirt, and the world around you blurred until it was dark.

“Wrap their face!”

“Bampots, these fucks are.”

Soap’s voice cut through the fog that seemed to fill your ears.

“Speak—english.” Your rough voice caught the attention of the truck you lay in, Gaz quickly finishing up wrapping your face. He left as much room as he could, but all that showed in the end was your left eye and mouth.

“Lass..” Soap ignored your taunt, moving to kneel at your side.

“Hi.” Your voice sounded unlike yourself.

Soap’s attention was suddenly pulled to the back of the truck as it rolled to a stop. He darted to swing them open, revealing a few members of Las Almas.

“We’re understaffed on medics, but Rudy’s got basic medical training from boot.” Price explained. “Are you stayin’ awake okay?”

You nodded, the movement stinging your face and scalp, but as he said those words it was like he’d called it—the interior of the truck was dotting quickly in dark spots. Rudy’s gloved hand touching your shoulder was all you felt, and you slipped under again.

This time, it wasn’t voices that woke you. It was the incessant beeping of a heart rate monitor at your side. They’d brought you to the med unit on base—you were home. After taking in the sterile room, your head fell back against the pillow again, exhausted. Fresh gauze plastered most of your face, but the skin underneath felt dry. You needed a change.

Carefully setting down the fingertip pulse monitor on the bedside table, you guided your IV stand over to the mirror and sink, sifting through the drawers for gauze and burn ointment. After retrieving the right tools, you hesitate before removing your wraps. Your good eye seemed as though the color had dulled—the dark circles underneath especially prominent. Your lips were slathered in ointment, but the damage was evident. Breathing deeply, you began to unwrap the gauze. Your eyes remained trained on the sink until the last piece fell into the basin, only then lifting your eyes to the mirror.

No. No, no..

The right half was—gone. It was hard to describe; the skin that had been there before was rendered to an angry scarlet. The tissue pulled and tightened oddly, your right eye missing it’s eyelashes and eyebrow. A sob ripped from your throat involuntarily. Your face contorting from the crying caused pain to tear through your head while your tears stung the affected areas. You hardly registered a nurse coming in, leading you to lie back down, and re-wrapping your head through your protest. One sentiment rang clear through your breaking down;

You could not show this face anymore.

Which brought you to now. Sitting alone, hunched up in the corner of the cafeteria, quickly lifting your balaclava only to put food in your mouth before covering it just as quickly. It had only been a few days—the others knew to leave you be. The 141 sat in a group not far from you, one of them sneaking a glance every so often. You seemed to shrink into yourself, as though you could disappear if you cowered enough.

König wandered into the cafeteria not long after you’d sat down, sitting by himself to eat. You felt a little creepy people watching, knowing you resembled a certain intimidating member of the task force, but found nothing better to do.

König rid of his tray after eating quickly, going over to the 141 after Soap cheerfully called him over. You smiled at his inclusiveness, which deepened when König pointed to himself curiously. Even though smiling pulled at the tender muscle, you didn’t care.

König was pulled into a seat by Soap’s arm, the sight of such a smaller man strong-arming him rather ridiculous.

“Leave him be, Christ, Johnny.” Price picked at his tray, shaking his head at the soldier.

“I’m being friendly, sir.” Soap defended himself, relieving König of his arm.

“Friendliest in the military, aye?” Ghost murmured, lifting his mask to drink out of his canteen.

“Pride myself on it.”

“You’re diggin’ your grave, mate.” Gaz grinned.

“Oi, you-"

“Moving on!” Price grunted, to which Soap sat back and sulked at his refusal to let him argue.

“That was impressive the other day, König. Pulling a truck together and findin’ someone to treat Radar? You saved their life.”

König studied the grain of the tabletop, heat rising up his neck. “Danke. I still don’t know—what happened? They still look..scared.” König snuck a glance at you. Your fleeting eyes and hunched shoulders made his heart break. Seeing someone so determined, so welcoming, so gracious and funny and kind, reduced to a frightened animal—it didn’t make sense.

Price sighed, his eyes carrying the same weight König held in his chest.

“Their face..it got pretty fucked up. It won’t impact their daily living too much, and I’ve seen worse, but it obviously got to them.”

Soap fiddled with the screw top of his canteen. “Really got to them.”

König casted one last look and caught sight of your charred skin, everything clicking into place. You thought you needed to hide.

“I hope they get through it.” König murmured.

“For their sake.”

Because they’re so nice to be around.

König watched you a bit again at dinner, catching more of your facial scars. He wished he had the words to speak to you, but his boots seemed to cement to the linoleum at the thought of approaching.

“You got a crush, eh?” Soap’s sudden presence beside König startled him, studying Soap’s smug half-smile with confusion.

“Crush?” He repeated the new English word. “What is that? What am I crushing?”

“No-" Soap grinned, sitting up straight. “You have a crush. Means you like someone. In that way? König, do I need to explain-"

“No—no, no, I understand now.” König’s face burned; he was grateful it was largely hidden. “I don’t, though, I-"

Soap’s face morphed into one of ‘don’t even try.’

“It’s..” König huffed, lowering his voice. “I’m their colonel.”

“Eh, not really. Different clubs n’ all.” He pointed briefly to Radar. “They’re a keeper. And sweet, too. Don’t stamp this out, mate.” With a clap to König’s shoulder, he stood to join his task force as the mess hall cooks called an end to the meal. König nearly jogged to his quarters, his thoughts racing.

Sitting at the edge of your cot, you removed your balaclava for the first time in nearly 18 hours. The fresh air soothed the irritation caused by trapped sweat and fabric, a sigh escaping your nose.

You made you way to the mirror and sink, studying the damage as you did every chance you got. It wasn’t as angry as the day you got hurt, but the scarring would be permanent. You turned away before more tears could slip by, gently folding the cloth mask.

A rapping on your door made you jump, striding over quickly while wrestling with the mask to go back over your head. You opened the door cautiously, revealing a tall silhouette.

“Hello.”

“Hi, König..” you scanned the hall, not completely sure what it was you were searching for.

“Can I—come in? If that’s alright, it’s okay if-"

“Sure.” You left the door to sway of its own volition, turning to sit on your cot and look up at your coworker. “What’s going on?”

König closed the door gently, fidgeting with his hands. “I’ve—noticed something about you.”

Your shoulders deflate. “No shit.”

You didn’t mean to bite your words that way, but you did, and he shrunk a bit at your tone.

“I apologize. I will leave you be-"

“No, König,” you sighed, frustrated with yourself. “Say what you were going to say.”

He paused, as if a step in any direction would set off an alarm. “May I?” He gestured to the space beside you, to which you nodded.

The cot bowed slightly as he sat, his height still a bit intimidating even after some time knowing him. Being right next to him, you couldn’t help but feel a little small. He looked at his lap, wrestling with his mind on how to start the conversation.

“Where did you get your callsign from?” He blurted the question, briefly turning his head to you.

You paused, not expecting his casual inquiry. “Uh..when we did training in the dark, in boot camp, I could always feel someone coming up behind me.” You gestured to your back before clasping your hands back together. “My sergeant would tell me I had a built-in motion radar,” you laughed a bit at the memory, finding the courage to smile a bit under your mask. “Gaz had met me by then, and he started calling me by Radar, and it stuck.”

König blinked thoughtfully, humming in understanding.

“That’s not the reason you came in, is it?” You teased, leaning to push his side a bit. You noticed he let himself sway instead of remaining rigid.

“You got me. Uh..I just wanted to tell you something that I thought you could..consider.”

Biting back another deflective joke, you nodded, letting him continue.

“There was never a time in the military that I did not have my sniper hood.” He studied his boots, which still easily sat flat on the floor. “Not just because of my—aspiration, but.." he inhaled, then sighed deeply.

You could tell he’d never spoken these words. The impulse to touch some part of him, to comfort him, was blinding. Only his voice brought you back into the moment.

“It was..is, because I hate to see myself. I hate being seen. It feels like I’m giving away a part of myself to every stranger I come across. I would rather choose who sees me, in more ways than one.”

His voice was no more than a murmur, and for the first time, you saw the broken man nestled in a soldier’s body before you. His head hung low, his hands shook, and in the silence after his confession, his eyes fluttered shut. To hide from what, you didn’t know.

“I need you to know," he spoke, eyes still closed. “You don’t have to live this way. You are..kind, and resilient. And..” he turned his head away to utter the final word, a whisper in the dim light.

“And beautiful.”

“König..”

“I shouldn’t have come here.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry..” he stood abruptly, shaking the cot. Watching him head for the door, you refused to let yourself lose him.

“Wait.”

You ripped off what covered your face, your hair falling into place in its wake. König stared, entranced.

“I’m glad you came here. I don’t want you to go, I don’t..” it was your turn to sigh in pause. “I don’t want you to hide from me.”

König blinked, confusion gathering in his eyes.

“Please?”

“Liebling..” he breathed. He crossed the room in a few strides, taking your scarred cheek in his hand.

Anxiety held you in place, your hands finding purchase in the gaps of his vest and his sweater.

“You deserve to walk out of this room and not feel afraid.”

“König..”

And then his hands were over his head, pulling up his beloved sniper hood over and off of his head. You didn’t move, your only physical reaction being the blush that burned its way up your neck.

His eye paint made him look intimidating, but his eyes were far from threatening anyone. His lips, scarred from combat, parted slightly with bated breath. On the skin not painted with black, freckles dotted randomly, forming triangles, lines, and other shapes you wanted to memorize. His brow worried into a slight upturn, which was hidden ever so slightly by the hair that dropped near his eyes. The rest of it was a mess, a rich auburn that stuck up and settled down in all the right places.

“You’ve got to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” The words tumbled out before you could catch them by the tail. Fear clogged your throat in the moments where he didn’t respond before he leaned down quickly, pressing his lips gently to yours. It was devoted and kind, a kiss that said I don’t just love you, I like you.

When he pulled back, both his hands were still settled on your cheeks, the heat of his palms making you dizzy.

“Thank you..” you breathed.

König grinned sideways, and you nearly fainted.

“For what?”

“Not leaving.”

[finniestoncrane]

🩷🍿 Finnie's 2k Follower Event 🍿💚

🩷💚🩷 EVENT NOW CLOSED 🩷💚🩷 hello and welcome to my silly little cinema 🩷💚🩷💚 this time around i've got options for moodboards, mini playlists, character pairings, and as always, ficlets and headcanons!! as always my little beloveds, read my rules, & send your requests in (and include reader's gender/pronoun/genital info where needed!) i don't know how many requests i'll do (edit: i'll be doing 50 requests for this event, there are still plenty of spaces!!) and i'll try to avoid similar prompts!! (normal requests are still open just now but i won't be writing them or posting them until after the event) along with the drabbles and headcanons, i'll also do a little giveaway of sorts with some commissions, so anyone who asks off anon will be included into a little draw for a free 500 word commission, and i'll pick some winners just to express how much love i have for you all ;-;💚 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2k (to follow or to block)

hi welcome to the cinema!! are you ready to purchase your tickets?

i'll let my date decide [tell me a bit about yourself for a character pairing!]

yes!! [please scroll for options and prompts!]

if you're not here for a date, please choose from the options below and let me know which character you want!! (pick literally any character from my "will write" list! 1 for x reader, 2 for ships)

no more requests for btaa!scarecrow or zero year!riddler, please! their egos will explode lmao

where would you like to be seated? (pick 1 option)

right in the middle [movie soundtrack - mini playlist based on the character]

aisle seat [movie poster - i'll make a little moodboard based on the character]

front rows [short fic/drabble - scroll for the next options!]

back rows [headcanons/short form - scroll for the next options!]

which genre of movie would you like to see? (pick 1)

science-fiction [smut/pwp]

horror [dead dove/something dark]

action [hurt/comfort - physical]

drama [hurt/comfort - emotional]

romantic comedy [tooth rotting fluff]

thriller [angst]

and what would you like in your snack box? (pick up to 3, also yeah whatever my theatre serves fries and burgers!!)

🥤 soda [praise kink]

🧋 bubble tea [posessiveness]

🧃 fruit juice [touch starved, tensing up when shown affection]

🍹 cocktail [acts of care]

🍷 wine [confessing feelings]

🍺 beer ["i didn't mean it... it was an accident"]

🍕 pizza slice [dry humping]

🍔 slider [begging]

🌭 hotdog ["they'd/you'd never feel that way about me"]

🌶️ nachos [comforting through a breakup while pining]

🍟 fries [pet play]

🥓 jerky [oral sex/rimming]

🍿 sweet popcorn [sex as a tension release]

🧂 salted popcorn [watching a movie together]

🧈 butter popcorn ["look at you, you're dripping all over yourself"]

🧀 cheese popcorn [rough sex]

🥨 pretzel [roleplaying]

🍩 donut ["i think i love you"]

🍪 chocolate cookie [biting/licking/sucking]

🌈 rainbow cookie [clumsy first kisses]

🧁 cupcake [cnc/noncon/dubcon]

🍎 fruit cup ["you're going to ruin me"]

🍫 chocolate bar [voyeurism]

🍬 candy ["keep your eyes open, i want you to look at me"]

🍭 lollipop [choking]

🍧 frozen yoghurt [blushing in front of your crush, who finds it cute]

🍨 sundae [blind date]

🍦 vanilla ice cream ["that feels nice... it feels right"]

🍌 banana ice cream [sitting in their lap]

🍑 peach ice cream [spanking/impact play]

🍒 cherry ice cream [a kiss, then a slap, then a returned kiss]

🍓 strawberry ice cream ["your hands are so soft"]

🌰 trail mix [facefucking/face riding]

🥜 peanuts ["you're doing such a good job"]

🧅 grilled onions ["i want to smell myself on you"]

🥒 pickles [humiliation/degradation]

🥬 slaw [memorising the scars/marks on their body]

🔴 ketchup ["you said you'd never be caught dead doing something like this"]

🟡 mustard [piss]

🟢 ranch [feeling safe enough to fall asleep in each others' arms]

🥛 sour cream [cockwarming]

🥚 mayo ["let me show you"]

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Ellie Williams with a short plus size fem s/o

+ other dating hcs, can or can't be related to being plus size (up to you)

+ Loser!Ellie makes an appearance if you squint hard enough

A headcanon was inspired by this picture on Pinterest

Hi lovelies! Lia here, I was inspired by this picture and I thought you guys would really love the much needed fluff. I know I do from all the angst fics I've been reading ( No hate to Dina but wanted to crop her out of the photo but it lowered the quality and I just can't stand blurry pictures, so I guess I could live with it 😒). I'll add more to these in the future because at the moment it's a bit short but I wanted to get something out there. Hope you enjoy! :3

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Ellie Williams dating inspired playlist made by me

Disclaimers/warnings: English is not my first language, I'm still not sure if the character is OOC, teeth rotting fluff???

First time you ever encountered Ellie was through a cafe nearby. She was whipped to say the least, she was ordering on the counter and your name got called. You walked up to get your drink and she happened to look at you.

Ellie admired the way your clothes just hugged the curves of your body, if you weren't in a public setting, she would've probably drooled.

Ellie comes off a player at times, her and Abby Anderson are sought out by fangirls even.

Definitely plays basketball, you wearing her jersey? She's gonna show it off and be all cocky. "See that girl there? Yeah that's my girl"

We all know at this point that Ellie loves to draw. At some point her sketchbook is just filled with either every angle of you or your name in calligraphy.

Ellie also likes it when you trace shapes or words on any part of her body whether that'd be her hand or her back. You've traced "I love you" once on her hand and she pretended like she didn't notice.

I like thinking that she'd definitely let you draw on her hand if that's a habit of yours

Ink and whiteout stains on both your hands and hers, sometimes from using a pen and sometimes from drawing on each other's bodies.

You like reading books? Doesn't matter to her which genre, she still looks so smitten while you rant about them, let's be real here you do the same when it's her talking about dinosaurs and space.

Sometimes let's you do her makeup, thinks it's adorable when you look so focused and with so much concentration. She's all flustered when your face is so near to hers that she can practically kiss you if you leaned in any closer.

Ellie sometimes gets into fights with people so naturally you're there to patch her up. She likes to use her hands as a makeshift ponytail when you try to blow your hair out of your face. It's the least she can do.

Ellie has a lot of scars, she's a bit insecure about them since she absolutely hates how the look. To say you disagree is an understatement, those scars are hot and it's what sets her apart. You like kissing them? Watch her melt at the gentle and loving feeling. (Poor baby just wants to be loved 🥺)

Ellie keeps a hair tie on her wrist at all times, not for her but for you since she always has her hair in a half up, half down kinda style. (Kinda what she has on the pic above)

Ellie loves spoiling you, it can range from buying you gifts, servicing you or simply burying you in her kisses.

She used to feel jealous about your best friend till you explained that the both of you are like siblings in terms of dynamic.

Joel honestly wanted to meet you, his daughter told his stories of your times together and Joel couldn't be happier. He sees and feels that Ellie is so happy with you, that's all he wants, his daughter to get the love she deserves.

Ellie definitely wears his clothes, they practically share the same wardrobe. Which leads to her dressing more masculine like white tank tops, flannels, white button ups and tie on a formal occasion, cargo pants and the occasional hoodie. Ellie in a suit, Ellie in a suit, Ellie in a suit. (I would sell my soul to see that)

Ellie is a boxer wearing lesbian and I stand by that.

Speaking of hoodies, she buys herself those that are significantly a bigger size so you can steal it from her. Loves seeing you in her jacket even though you sometimes claim that it cramps your style.

You like fashion? Ellie loves zipping you up and helping you choose a dress. People staring? She'll put her arm around you to make sure everyone knows that you are hers. Has occasionally put creepy people in their place.

She's the "wear anything you want, I can fight" type of girl.

Loves doing tasks for you, opening doors, carrying heavy things and other manual labor tasks because her princess shouldn't have to lift a finger.

Hand on your though when she drives, a bit of a reckless driver though. Let's you control the music to anything you want.

[durrtydawg]

can i just say how thankful i am that you are keeping us samuel sluts WELL FED LATELY!!

And can i also please request something, anything angsty :3 i literally do not care what happens I'm just excited to see what you can provide 🥵

Thank you, kind anon. My heart is full of love from you and everyone else in my inbox (what the hell where did you all come from???) I hope this meets your expectations. It definitely made my chest tighten. Didn't specify a gender here- hope that's okay! would love to hear your thoughts bc this isn't the usual from me. big love <3

[Masterlist]

WOUNDED

Sam drake x Reader {angst one-shot}

CW: Injury, blood | 1.3k Words | Gif is absolutely unrelated I just think he's neat <3

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“You’re….we can’t go back in there.” You hunch, dumfounded, pointing towards the entrance of the mid-collapsing crypt you’d just somehow fought your way out of. You clutch the bleeding gash on your upper arm, coughing as dust continues to settle around you.

The cough sparks a pain in your torso, drawing your attention to a bloodied score in your shirt.

“We can, and we will.” Sam grumbles, teeth gritted as he removes his plaid over-shirt, knuckles coated in a thick layer of crimson.

“Come on, Sam,” you urge, raspy and desperate, chin trembling. “We should get out while we still-”

“And then what?!” He snarls in your direction. You step back in trepidation, eyes glossing over as he waits for an answer. His eyes burn into yours, and you don’t know whether to chastise yourself for being such a coward, or scream some sense into him. His newfound aggression, however, pulls you away from the latter.

Never had a job gone so horrendously wrong at the last hurdle. Months of planning and physical toil, rotted down into a husk of nothing but severe injury and anger in mere minutes.

Sam scoffs at your silence, tugging at the sleeve of his shirt. The fragmented tearing of the fabric only makes you shrink further away from him.

You gnaw at your bottom lip, attempting to forego tears that threaten to spill, but the sudden sting from a freshly punched split has your cheeks dampen anyway. You wince, limping over to the wall to catch your breath and try to calm down. 

Sliding unsteadily down the wall, you land with a thud, boots forcing another cloud of dust to roll over the ground as gravel gets scuffed aside by your heel. 

The pain in your torso intensifies, and you shakily peel the torn fabric of your shirt away from your skin. It’s not good.

You watch through watery vision as Sam wraps scraps of his shirt around his bleeding knuckles, his expression stiff and unmoving from his indignant glare. His grey t-shirt clings to his torso, with help from sweat and blood that steadily grows more and more stagnant from time and exertion. His jaw is clenched so frighteningly tense that you swear you feel your own teeth ache, and oh, the anger in his eyes is horrible. You’ve never seen him so enraged- so…intoxicated by his own determination to succeed, to the point where he doesn’t seem to care whether or not you bleed out in front of him.

Does he care? Has he even noticed the extent of your injuries? You wince as the rise and fall of your chest repeatedly pushes and pulls soiled fabric from the laceration on your side. With reluctance, you press your palm against it, squeezing sore, cracked fingers around the expanding red stain on your t-shirt, and you hiss, unintentionally catching his glare.

He takes in your appearance, and it’s hard to tell if he’s more angry at you or himself. Then, he looks away. 

He fucking looks away, and you feel sick. You squeeze your eyes shut after taking an anxious glance towards your fingers. The small spaces between each are thickly oozing crimson that’d be so beautiful if it were any substance other than your own blood. God. No- you didn’t think it was this bad. 

“It’s just a graze”, you whisper to yourself. Just a graze. Your chin quivers. He’ll come around.

“Shouldn’t’a brought you.” What? Your eyes snap open in disbelief. “I shouldn’t…” You shake your head at the venomous grumble he mutters from across the room. Through a haze, you watch him smack blood and dirt-encrusted hands over pockets in search for more ammunition that you both know doesn’t exist. He grunts, loud, angry, before kicking the stone. 

You shrink back further into the wall out of a fear that you’ve never felt around Sam before, stifling a yelp of pain as your wound twists painfully under your hand.

He covers his mouth with his palm, nostrils flaring as his eyes squeeze shut- an attempt at suppressing his outburst to give way for some capacity to think. You watch on apprehensively, head throbbing as he turns back towards the crypt entrance you’ve only just managed to scramble away from, scathed, exhausted, and possibly on the brink of passing out all together. His brows shift from a tightened rage into a conflicted indecisiveness that makes your mouth go tight and dry.

It’s purgatory that you can’t afford right now.

“Sam.” You croak, trying to adjust your uncomfortable posture. “I…I can’t.”

Your lungs are suddenly under a painful pressure that you can’t shift. What would happen if he makes you go back in? Sam storming off ahead, blind-firing into mercenaries far more prepared for battle than the pair of you could ever hope to be, as you lamely hobble behind, becoming more and more lightheaded by the second. 

Your chest tightens more as you imagine him looking back at you as he ducks down behind a precariously structured pile of rubble to reload his pistol, with nothing but disappointment- no, scrap that- disgust in his eyesas you fail to keep up with him. 

You’d plead from a small but dangerous distance, crying out for him to help you get back to your feet after your inevitable fall; blood loss rendering your legs into useless jelly, bullet and stab wounds too sore to pick yourself back up again. The pain you’d feel as he mutters something towards you one last time before taking off into the gunfire smoke subduing your peripheral.

No. No! He’d never leave you behind. No matter how desperate he is to prove his worth again. No. Not your Sam. He’ll come around.

You pant through parted lips, damning your panic attack back to the confines of your stomach.

“We’re…gonna die if we go back in there.” You murmur, resting your head back against the stone wall, eyes squeezed shut as if to try and shut out the incessant pain pulsating around your body.

“Don’t be ridiculous-”

“I want to go home. Before I can’t.” You spit, causing Sam to glare in your direction. He stands slowly, taking in your weakened form. He’s trying to uphold his expression of anger, but a brief softness in his eyes fails him. You feebly grab at the wall behind you, dragging yourself halfway upright, stopping to hiss in pain. You’re lightheaded.

You collapse back onto the ground, and you feel your energy dwindle even faster.

Had you actually felt your own mortality bite at your heels this harshly before?

God, your heart is pounding, the sound beginning to echo around your head, taunting you with your own failure. Your own weakness.

He stares at you for a moment. Eventually, his eyes soften even more. 

Your brows arch slightly in hope.

Crouching in front of you, he grabs a hold of your head, taking you in for a moment before placing a soft kiss onto the bridge of your nose that twists deep into your guts more than any enemy blade ever could.

He pulls his lips away, hands still holding the sides of your face as the weight of your eyelids becomes another burden you’re trying hard to fight against. You watch his eyes flit between every feature on you, a watery glaze of his own forming as your brows twitch in defeated disbelief, and a distraught understanding, your hands growing ever wetter from your own blood.

He looks away again. Back to the tight space you just escaped from. You begin to shake your head with whatever strength you can muster.

You know what he’s about to do, and you try to pull together the will to push yourself up, but you can’t. Your body is tired. Drained.

“No.” You whisper, voice strained by the silent sob bubbling up your throat.

“I’m sorry.”

He never apologises. He never ever apologises.

You want to kick, and scream, and beg, but your mouth is tight and your lips won’t let you form words anymore.

“I… have to see this through.” He whispers. Any louder and you’ll hear that he’s crying too.

Then Sam stands, turns from you, wipes his eyes, and walks.

Knowing that you’ve both seen each other’s faces for the last time is more painful than the feeling of your life draining from you.

[fr3sh-tragedies]

[Amanda the Adventurer] Amanda - "Headcanons"

["I'm sorry" divider by: k1ssyoursister] [Animated dividers by: grungenglam] [Partially inspired by: noelianoe1 and maddy-k-reads-all-day]

Summary: Personal headcanons I have for Amanda from the games.

Word Count: 1.31k Content + Warnings: Basic themes from the game, talks of depression, loneliness, very brief mentions of needles, experiments, crying, and screaming, general angst that's based on what we know about the games so far

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[A/N]: Just wanted to have a little bit of fun writing for this game because I genuinely adore it so much. I wanted to post this now so my account isn't completely dead the entire time I'm trying to catch up on requests. Also, some of y'all need to remember that this girl is a CHILD, for the love of god.

Enjoy!

Getting the darker / sadder stuff out of the way real quick

Definitely has depression, and she always feels alone, even when she’s around Wooly

Probably has dreams and random memories of the time spent with Sam before everything happened, but she can never remember his face and very rarely remembers his voice correctly

Can be very extroverted, but her social battery is quick to drain if she doesn’t like the people she’s around (i.e. Wooly)

We know that she’s drawn to darker themes, which we see during the storytelling puzzle, and I’m sure she was still drawn to them even as Rebecca

I do, however, think they carry a heavier weight to her in a sentimental sense when she’s Amanda because she can often relate to the tragedies more often

Has a fear of the dark, along with needles and stuff due to the experiments she was put under

Actually cares for Wooly to a certain degree, but she gets annoyed with him very often

Probably remembers the first few children she led astray and the beginning of the show (or whenever she became more aware of what was truly going on)

Has an interesting fascination with death and violence

Had a lot of friends as Rebecca, which only made her feel even more alone when she became Amanda

Has anger issues that stem from her losing everything so quickly and having so little control in the digital world

Absolutely has trust issues, which we know

Almost constantly sleep deprived due to persistent nightmares

When her nightmares are bad enough, she wakes up having an anxiety or panic attack, and Wooly helps her with them sometimes, but she usually prefers to deal with them herself

Daydreams often about places she wishes she could go to

Needs to be on her own (away from Wooly and Riley) on occasion to recharge and calm down, especially if there was something specific that triggered her

Feels the need to cry or scream a lot, but she usually doesn’t since it doesn’t help her feel any better

On the rare instance where she can cry, it’s one of those types of cries where she’s gasping a lot because it’s harder to breathe, and it lasts a long time before she’s able to calm down

However, most of the time she can only calm down because the crying tires her out and she falls asleep almost immediately after

If she doesn’t fall asleep, she curls up and hides her face either in her arms, her pillow, or against Dolly the bear and just lies there in silence until she feels okay enough to get up again

Definitely dissociates when she’s stressed out too badly

Brushes her teeth more often than she should because she’s terrified of her teeth rotting and falling out

Fidgets a lot when she’s trying not to get angry or upset

If there are ever any dead animals – aside from Silly Mr. Fox or the lonely kitten – she holds small funerals for them before burying them in a cozy spot she thinks they would like if they were still alive

Now for the lighter / more basic stuff:

Loves reading, writing, and drawing (and would probably make up her own characters and build stories around them for fun)

Loves randomly experimenting with things like jewelry and her clothes

Has matching friendship bracelets that she made with Wooly when they first met, though she doesn’t wear it anymore. She keeps it in a drawer in her room and doesn’t really ever think about it

Loves cats, obviously, but also really likes all animals, including mythical ones like dragons

Likes all colors, but has a specific preference for black, red, and probably purple as well

I feel like there aren’t really any options for music in her world aside from the theme songs and stuff, but she gets to hear all kinds of new songs whenever Riley or someone else is watching the tapes

When those random songs start playing quietly in the background, she can’t help but hum them later on and sometimes dance if it was something really catchy

With the theme song, it plays so often that it’s almost constantly playing on repeat in her head

Sometimes, she doesn’t even realize that she’s humming it half of the time unless Wooly points it out or starts humming with her

Obviously keeps her hair up in afro buns, but I feel like it’s because it’s the only hairstyle she knows how to comfortably do on her own that she actually likes

I also feel like Rebecca might’ve kept her hair in a similar style a few times, and Sam would help her with it, so it brings her a small bit of familiarity and comfort that she doesn’t really understand

She experiments with her hair here and there by trying different partings or even adding small bits of jewelry to the hair ties

Really doesn’t like when people interrupt her (specifically Wooly), but tries not to get too upset about it unless she’s having a bad day

After a while, she’d take the lonely kitten into her home and take care of it

Not sure what she’d name it, but she would definitely cuddle with it all the time so neither of them feel as alone anymore

Cooking is another one of her favorite hobbies because she has the ability to experiment with different meals, even if her options for ingredients are sometimes limited

Has a lot of control over her emotions most of the time, but when things in the tapes start to glitch, break, or just flat-out stop working altogether, and she can’t control it? That’s when she really starts to get upset and lash out and everyone and everything around her

Has a little piano in the corner of her room that she plays randomly

Also keeps a drum set tucked away, although she really only likes playing it because it gives her an excuse to hit things without consequences (plus, I feel like she’d really like loud music if she had the option to listen to it)

Out of habit from doing the show for so long, she says things like “where can I find (item)?” or “I wonder where my (item) could be” out loud, even if no one else is there to answer her

Even asks “can you help me find (item)?” without meaning to

More of a “tomboy” in terms of her style and interests

Actually really likes peach pie, but hides it so she can tease Wooly for it sometimes

Apple pie is still her favorite, though

She really loves fruits of all kind, but for fruits like raspberries and blackberries, she has to mush them up or something because she doesn’t like the texture of them

Loves playing pranks on Wooly and scaring him randomly

Also loves horror movies, thrillers, and the darker-themed sci-fi films (she’s probably the type to end up laughing when a character dies or something – mainly because their deaths are almost always so corny and avoidable)

If she could watch cartoons from today, she’d probably like cartoons like Amphibia, Steven Universe, The Owl House, She-Ra, Adventure Time, Gravity Falls, etc., especially when they have episodes with heavier themes (like that one episode of TOH where Luz talks about her dad’s passing? The episodes of Amphibia or Steven Universe where they talk about missing home? They mean so much to her on such a personal level)

Kind of completely random, but since Hameln was such a widely-successful company, I figure that they would’ve had translated episodes and stuff for different countries

Because of this, I think it would be cool if Amanda actually picked up on a few random words she’d hear often from people speaking Spanish, French, Italian, etc.

Nothing specific, just completely random words and phrases, but she likes saying them randomly (mainly just to confuse Wooly)

Started on: December 12th, 2024 Finished on: December 13th, 2024

[alienpupx3]

Hello I was wondering if you could do some general headcannons abt the creeps i love tour writing 🥰

Yes of course!

Creepypasta headcannons!

Jeff the killer!

•Jeff ironically says sigma, just like toby because he picked up the habit, and he punishes himself for saying it (punishing I mean sitting and listening to BEN ramble about the fnaf lore)

•Jeff is straight. He doesn't like Nina because she gives him the creeps. One time Nina scared the crap out of him.

Jeff: getting changed

Nina: looking through his window "Hey nice cock"

Jeff: literally screamed like a little girl

Nina did get punished for creeping on Jeff. Jeff is now closing his window every time he changes.

•Jeff would never admit but he sometimes watches SpongeBob. Once Laughing Jack caught him watching it and will not stop teasing him about it.

•Jeff has really bad anxiety, he will never admit it but he sometimes draws to help him clear his mind. He use to s/h but he is clean (good job jeff).

•Smiling dog is Jeff's best friend, they do everything together, it's honestly adorable.

•you know that one clip where this guy is naming all of his trophys, that's jeff but with his knives.

Y/N: laying in his bed, prepared "Jeff what's up with the weird knives"

Jeff: "Oh those are my babies"

Y/N: "I thought I was your baby"

Jeff: "well you thought wrong."

Eyeless Jack!

•Eyeless jack is the most laid back creepypasta there, if you make him mad, you better hide.

•Eyeless Jack is dating Toby and he still has trouble believing he is dating that...weirdo..

Toby: "what happened if we made out"

Eyeless jack: "you..were just sobbing and you ask that?"

•He is also a great therapy dog..he is very comforting to be around despite him being a man-eater.

•Jeff and Eyeless Jacks relationship is rather difficult. Jeff is the to try to push his buttons and Jack just stays there silently watching him, and is a bit amused that someone could be more annoying then toby.

Jeff: "yo jack did you get laid tonight because all I saw as a woman running from you."

Jack: silently watching

•Jack doesn't watch TV, he thinks it rots your brain, so his TV is watching people's lives because they are so fucked up in a way.

That's all for now, thank you for your request luv!

[butterfilledpockets]

SAY NO MORE

Haha get B.E.N.T. idiot

I’m not done adding songs yet, and it may be a tad too angsty (also I don’t know if links work on asks)

Seeing as you’re the creator requests are obviously welcomed

I would’ve added the Cooking By the Book Lil Jon remix in honor of Leo and Donnie but Spotify doesn’t have it😔😔😔

Also may I use your comic cover/pic as the thumbnail? (or whtv it’s called)

KJGBEKJFBKEB THAT WAS SO FAST HOLY FUCK

and the meme kwbgkjsbrkgjeth- but you get it, playlists are ESSENTIAL to the brain rot, the mold itself if you will.

I will try and upload my playlists of the B.E.N.Ts sometime soon sjgbkjsrbgksg I am just doing a very many things

we hear the anthem in our hearts my friend o7

YES ABSOLUTELY (someday I'll draw a thumbnail or two skjgbkrg need to draw more group pictures lmao) (also planned on drawing a phone background at some point and stickers)

[farozaggy]

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[edenian-gothik]

Hey friend. Mrstsung here.

I was wondering if you could try to do a small doodle of shang tsung and my self insert lady tsung? Just something sweet and simple? You dont have to take the request if you dont want. I just love your art style.

Also i hope you're doing good,sending you lots of hugs mutual 💖💖💖

Mortal Kombat Fanfic | “Your love is mine”

Pairings: Shang Tsung (Cary Hiroyuki Tagawa version, MK11) x Lady Tsung (@mrstsung ‘s , self insert/persona.)

Trigger warnings: Implied Smut, tooth rotting fluff, wholesome, not beta read.

Additional notes: For my amazing mutual @mrstsung !! Thank you for the ask, hun! Hope you enjoy it!

And hope you all like it as much as I did writing and drawing for it!! 💖💖🫂

DO NOT REPOST MY WORK WITHOUT PERMISSION!!

Now, without further ado, let's go!!

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The island has never seen better days, aging gracefully as its owners, not a single thing out of place.

Its walls, ornaments, the arena battles where many tournaments have been hosted, and even the sand of the beach were all the same…

Yet they still remember

Her body laying in the sand, unaware of the reign she had entered, clothes full of dust, the previously luscious and soft hair, now ravaged by the salts from the ocean.

An elegant, shadowy figure made its presence clear in the place, holding a lantern. He smiled knowingly, and gazed at the reddish tint the sky had taken at dusk, while the guards gathered around the sorcerer's discovery.

— It has begun —

And the exact same words would echo in his mind as he saw her in their shared bed. His beloved, perfect wife…

The first rays of sunshine peeked through the curtains playfully, as Shang opened them slightly. What a wonderful day they had to celebrate the day they met.

— Unless… —

The man pondered, raising an eyebrow at the thought, a crooked smile adorning his features, in a mischievous manner. His eyes squinted for a brief moment.

He knew she would probably not remember about today. Her obliviousness, however, wouldn't be a problem. It could only make the gift he had prepared for her, even more perfect.

A soft whimper interrupted his train of thought, the unending possibilities had him thrilled about how the rest of the day would unfold.

The older man knew exactly what to do next, eager to give her a taste of what would come…

He laid to her side, his bony, yet resistant hands caressed the woman in front of him, as he hid his nose on the crook of her neck, kissing her. Her scent…was maddening to him. How could he ever resist her? Her soft, sensual voice was present in every touch, igniting their shared passion.

What a dangerous game they were playing…she was at his mercy now, the master of gentle touch, doing his magic as the veins of his experienced hands popped slightly as he fondled her.

— Relax my darling, let me take care of you… —

Even if he didn't see her expression, he knew very well how his wife, his everything was probably blushing and smiling through pleasured, enthusiastic sighs.

To say the day has started well, would be an understatement

…

After a nice, long bath with some flower-scented salts, they resumed the lovely morning deciding on her clothes. A traditional hanfu, red and jade green with some gold details, as well as the lower part being pristine white.

Last but not least, her hair was adorned by an exquisite ornament. The hairpin had some flowers cascading in a pastel shade of red, surrounded by a golden snake that seemed to guard such delicate beauty.

The embellishment seemed to bring everything together.

— These are some of my favourites, what are we celebrating, my love…? —

The sudden question was met with an ambiguous chuckle from the feared sorcerer.

— Our love, my darling, is enough of a reason for us to celebrate —

— Hmm…trying to fool Lady Tsung…? — Her gaze softened, the shape of her almond eyes revealing her curiosity. A naughty, roguish smile peeking through her fan. — We shall see if you succeed… —

— A worthy challenge, I see… — His eyebrows raised at the incitement. He grinned before giving her beloved a chaste kiss — You will not be dissapointed, qīn ài de [darling] —

She fanned herself, unable to hide the effects of her husband's charm. He had a way with words, indeed. And no object could cover the natural blush on her cheeks.

A soft giggle escaped her lips, when that warm, familiar feeling greeted her again. She felt just like the first time they met…

The tall figure now leaving the room, his presence still lingering.

— Ahh, he always finds a way to get me. Not today, though… —

She shook her head while smiling, while accepting the challenge too. She would face some…setbacks, to say the least.

…

Sitting at the small tea table, Lady Tsung could see the sunset through a rounded, window-like opening in the wall. The orange and pink shades washed over her, filling her with a sense of nostalgia…

Everything looked beautiful, ethereal. Almost too perfect of a day to be true. What was it…?

— There's nothing suspicious, I don't know what Shang is planning…maybe he's asking forgiveness for something he did? Or maybe he is just in a romantic mood? Hmm…—

Her mind was contemplating many variables, options, and situations, while her husband's tall, elegant figure stood near the door.

Coming closer to the small table, he placed the cups and served tea. When she perceived the exquisite blend of rose tea, and saw he was serving himself green tea in the Assassin's teapot, she knew there was something else…

—Have I forgotten something important, my love? Our anniversary, your birthday?...something? —

Shang chuckled at his wife’s preoccupied look. But didn't want her to hold on to the ominous weight on her chest, let alone start feeding an insecurity and let it grow into anxiety.

—There’s something I would like to give you at the beach, if you agree…—

Those words wouldn't linger for long. She accepted, as they headed to the beach. The wind accompanied her figure, and even if it wasn't the best place to wear a hanfu, the scenery was lovely…

— This is the place where we met, and where we took each other's heart and soul…—

The sorcerer started his discourse, as the beautiful lady by his side covered her face, suddenly realizing what he was referring to.

— Of course, today is the day we met each other…—

However, she tried to hold back her tears, she didn't want to ruin this perfect moment.

— It's okay my dear…— The sorcerer calmed her, while embracing her. Then, he took something out of his pocket. —I want you to have this—

It was a small hourglass, but this one was completely full. And it had a drawing engraved on the metal part. Two snakes with their tales intertwining, doing the infinite symbol with their tails.

—This hourglass was filled with sand from the exact spot where you came from, and it's completely full, so the sand will never fall, even being in a vertical position, do you know why? — he inquired, waiting for an answer for some moments. — It’s because, even if ‘eternity’ is an understatement for my love, it describes how we have all the time to enjoy it together, and will continue to do it endlessly…—

—Shang…! — the lady was deeply moved, she took the small gift in her hands as she embraced her husband. He kissed her forehead and wiped the tears in her cheeks with his thumb, looking at her. Deeply in love, just like the first day…

— Is there anything else you would like to do to end this perfect day, darling? —

— I know exactly what we can do… — She smiled in a mischievous way, puzzling her husband for a moment.

…

The silence in the room was maddening, and the tension was palpable. Only one of them could change the outcome of this situation…

— UNO! —

— Are you cheating!? — The woman asked, perplexed.

— What can I say, I’m good at this game…— The sorcerer answered nonchalantly, looking at his own nails, smiling playfully.

— Ugh, you’ll see!! — Lady Tsung rolled her eyes, then chuckled.

The laughs echoed in the room, where there would be many precious moments between them. The small hourglass was now placed at the fireplace, ready to witness the life of the eternal lovers for the first time…

The end.

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I hope you all enjoyed it, see you all in another post!!

[ineffableangelics]

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Hi hi !! My name is Cosette !! I'm part of the age regression community .

This is my personal blog I use when age regressed !! Here's some stuff about me :

♡ I use He/She pronouns and masc terms

♡ I'm staff in the Sleepii inner child healing server on discord

♡ I'm a Jschlatt introject and the host of a diagnosed DID system

♡ I age regress to a variety of different ages , mainly involuntarily as a stress response

♡ I don't consider myself a pet regressor because my experiences as a sheep are more related to being alterhuman , but my posts are petre friendly !!

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[lifmera]

hi ! so I’ve been deep in the tokrev tags and something magical brought you to my feed bcs I’ve been searching for someone that does matchups. I would like to ask if I could request a matchup with tokyo revengers.. please take your time getting to this!

my pronouns are she/her, I’m 1.72cm, I swear too much, my favorite color is green, I’m a Pisces, and I’m pretty much a bedroom goblin. If I’m not reading or drowning in my headphones, then I’m sleeping because I love my bed a lot.

Personality wise? I won’t say that I’m antisocial, but I’m a loner. 😭 I prefer my solitude (I don’t have a problem vibing by myself), but I would enjoy spending time with my friends if I had any. I’m pretty much unapproachable thanks to my severe case of RBF and I tend to stay away from big gatherings, but if I attend them I try to separate on my own in a corner after awhile (for some reason ppl still come up to me though, it confuses me greatly)…I’m actually softer once you get to know me though and I’ve been told I have a warm presence that makes it easy for people to gravitate towards me & talk about important things (I always know someone’s deep secrets 😭). It’s easy to talk to people, I just choose not to. 😭

I can be sarcastic and I’m also straightforward. When it comes to relationships/feelings/intimacy, platonic or romantic, I am VERY awkward, it’s hard showing & receiving feelings. I am emotionally constipated until I trust you. I can be a little stubborn and sometimes reckless but it’s only when it comes to protecting my people and my freedom. I’m also very free spirited/carefree and will cut you loose if I can’t have my time to be adventurous. Even though I seem very cold and uninterested (50/50 I am), I am a hopeless romantic at heart.

I’ve typed out as enfp if that adds anything, but I’m not the stereotypical bubbly kind.

Hope that’s more than enough, thank you for your time and I hope life treats you well today and so on. <3

AYYY HI!!

Its finally your turn after stalking this 6 different times. LOL.

I’ve decided to pair you with…. INUI!

I think you guys would get along great. Genuinely.

I think he’d probably want to rot in bed alongside you. Someone he’d be comfortable with. I dont think he has many friends- other than koko and takemichi. And koko is…

I think your rbf wouldn’t do much to deter him. Let’s be honest he does too. He isn’t one to judge!

I think he’d love your warm nature. It’d draw him him like a moth to a flame. Kinda like how he’s with takemichi. You’d mean a lot to him!

I think he also doesn’t like to talk much either. He’s super quiet and would probably just want to rot in bed. I honestly can imagine you both laying on bed with one ear each with an earbud listening to a playlist and just. Staring at the ceiling.

I have to admit, i think you’d also remind him a little bit of koko. But Inui is also pretty much emotionally constipated too. He has trust issues- but i think you both definitely would overcome it together realizing you have a lot in common. And probably becoming super close with each other.

He’d be fine if you’re Adventurous. But I think he is the type of guy who either wants to be in bed all day, or not really go back home.

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I hope this was okay. Honestly writing this kinda took me for an emotional ride because inui is a comfort character and i love him sm. Also you are such a sweetheart and i hope the rest pf your day goes well when you see this <3

[trans-peridot]

FFxivWrite Day 9: Lend an Ear

I think Alisaie's relationship with the WoL is something really special, the way she takes them as her motivation to get stronger but also demands they slow down for their own well-being. So I just had to write something about Tayfun and Alisaie. Takes place during Stormblood but pretty spoiler-light aside from mention of some people and places.

Tayfun was getting ready for bed, finally settling into the inn after their arrival in Kugane, when she heard a knock on the door. “Tayfun...” Ah, it was Alisaie.

“Alisaie! Just one moment!” Tayfun scrambled to shove everything she had yet to unpack under her bed. Truly, she carried so much useless garbage everywhere with her. She still had the knives from her brief stint with the Rogues’ Guild, assorted fishing bait which had miraculously not rotted yet, and a dozen circles of different sorts of animal hide in case she got back into leatherworking one of these days. Why she had brought all of these with her across the sea was lost on her. But here she was, shoving a dozen old rings and a replica of the legendary spear Gae Bolg under her bed. Hadn’t she sworn never to bear a spear again after what happened to Estinien? No matter. She scrambled to the door and opened it for her guest. “Alisaie, hello. What brings you in at this hour?”

“This hour? The sun is up, I woke up an hour ago.” Alisaie looked up at Tayfun with scathing judgment. “Don’t tell me you’re only now getting to sleep! I know for a fact you were bone tired after what happened on the Sirensong Sea. Why do you push yourself like this?” Alisaie sighed and sat down on Tayfun’s bed. “I had come here hoping you’d lend an ear to a request of mine. It wasn't lost on me that you've been using a Red Mage's foil since we fought the Warriors of Darkness. Greatsword is less your speed now, is it?”

“I just wanted to try something new, I suppose.” Tayfun could feel Fray writhe in indignation within her.

“Yes, and while you've already risen past the skill of an amateur, your spellcasting is still sloppy. Your fencing, however... You have the arm for it.”

“You said you have a request? Or are you truly just here to revel in outdoing me at something? I know you see us as having this rivalry pushing you to ever-greater heights, so I am glad that you finally have a win.”

“Yes, Tayfun, I have a request. A request and on offer. I only know of the one Red Mage skilled enough to teach, so I presume you learned the same man as me. Now that we're overseas, I suppose neither of us can keep up with our training. Unless...”

“My casting is sloppy while yours is as picture-perfect as your arcanist days. My blade skills draw from my time as a lancer, while I presume you only did play-fencing at home in Sharlayan. You want us to teach each other our respective strengths.”

“Well, not so much lending an ear as placing words to it yourself.” Alisaie scoffed and hopped back off the bed. “But yes, you've hit the proverbial nail on the proverbial head. And I shan't take no for an answer. Tomorrow we'll begin, understand? I will take your refusal to take lessons as an admission of defeat.”

“Excellent! As you yourself have said, today is already tomorrow, so we can start immediately!” Tayfun motioned for her foil.

“Oh no you don't! Until you get some damned sleep it's still yesterday for you! You may seek me out when you don't have bags under your eyes big enough to carry all the garbage you brought with you from Eorzea.” Alisaie grabbed Tayfun's foil before she could protest and marched out with it. “Sleep, Tayfun. Or need I remind you how to cast that spell?” Alisaie left with a little giggle.