#and foolish has another set(hc)

[foolbohalo]

Sunny and leo grow to becoming siblings

Foolish and Tubbo become something

Leo starts calling tubbo mama

And sunny starts to call foolish Da:3

[teymars]

NSFW hc’s for the Sully men bc I am bored:

MDNI

General:

• They are each EXTREMELY fertile, pregnancy is almost inescapable when you’re with one of these boys.

• On top of being very fertile, they enjoy breeding their women more than anything, so cock-warming is a nonnegotiable.

• They have great stamina, allowing them to go round after round, ensuring they “fuck you properly”.

• They aren’t particularly vocal, (unless overstimulated) but the growling, grunting and whimpering in your ear never ceases.

• Major pleasure doms fs

• Think with their dicks more than anything (specifically Jake and Lo’ak)

• They enjoy scenting and marking their women in every way possible, even if it’s just leaving you full of leaking cum, to fend off other interested men.

Jake:

• He will happily be late to any of his duties if it means an opportunity to fuck you full.

• Is especially sensitive about you touching his jewels, the feeling of them swelling within your small grasp always has him keening.

• Won’t admit it aloud but he’s totally came untouched to the thought of you in lingerie, giving him a lap-dance.

• Hates when you hide your noises from him, he doesn’t give two shits if somebody is standing 5ft away, let them know you’re his.

• Likes to fuck around by grinding against you in public, not so subtly. He has no regrets when you’re all needy and wet for him by the evening.

• Enjoys littering your inner thighs with deep-purple marks, secretly hoping they are noticeable to other people later on.

• Uses his old camera to create some fun videos with you, mainly so he can fuck into his own fist whilst you’re busy.

• Craves nights where you beg him to be rough, sure he enjoys making slow tender love to you, but being able to use you as he pleases always excites.

Neteyam:

• Is a huge family guy, consistently keeping you bred and arguing that his heart will never be full enough of you and your ever-growing family.

• Prefers your muffled moans and gasps, he’d rather be the only man in the universe to hear such sounds from you, he can prove you are all his in so many other ways after all.

• He is always in favour of doggy-style. He’d never pass up the chance to mount and rut into you with all the energy he has. Simultaneously pushing your head into the cushions of your shared bed.

• He will lean over your shoulder and whisper the filthiest nothings, accompanied by licking your hot pulse-point, hoping to encourage copious amounts of slick from you to aid in his relentless pounding.

• Absolutely has a dick and tongue piercing. Though he may be a bit ashamed by his past foolishness, he soon figures the endless orgasms they produce from you are quite worth it.

• If he isn’t thinking tactically or about what his next meal will be (probably you), he’s planning all the positions he will put you in throughout the night.

• Gets especially needy in the mornings, often waking you up with the prodding of his swollen cock-head, at your already soaked entrance.

• Is especially sensitive on his tip, the way your walls squeeze and slide over it have him near cumming on the spot each time. When it pushes against the textures of your cervix though, he dives over the edge practically every time. (Good thing he’s got that endless stamina)

Bonus: • Will lazily thrust into you throughout the early morning, coaxing both your orgasms slowly before thrusting forward abruptly and emptying every last drop into your aching cunt, remaining there until he is 110% certain you’ll be giving him another child to cherish.

Lo’ak:

• Loves to sit and watch you fuck yourself with your fingers all evening, smirking consistently because he KNOWS his cock has ruined you for anything & anyone else.

• Will comfortably have a conversation with any family member over the comm devices, while fully sheathed inside your warmth.

• Will attempt to breed you anywhere, anytime regardless of who is around. That man has his priorities set fs.

• Fucking creams himself when you openly submit to him, wether it be through a suggestive “yes sir” or spreading yourself open upon your shared bed, ready for him.

• Bites onto your shoulder to muffle his increasing moans when your soft pussy becomes too much for him. The feeling of his cock’s ridges hooking into your wet walls only intensifying this.

• Most sensitive at his slit, the second you tease your delicate fingers or hot tongue along it, he is gone. His hips will be jolting as he fights to hold back an orgasm, succumbing to the tantalising feeling of your pinkie-finger pushing into his tiny slit, teasing him.

• Secretly wants nipple piercings but would never express that openly, he fears what will become of him the day you realise how stimulated his tits can get. Sticks to ear piercings instead and is yet to grasp how Neteyam dealt with the pain of piercing his own cock.

• Also unlike Neteyam, he is not as fussed about ensuring his bloodline carries on through the next 20 generations, BUT he does take pride in having a family with you and will never refuse breeding you so long as you’ll let him.

And that’s all, feel free to speak on any of your own hc’s!! 🩵

[roll-of-royces]

HC: The LaDS Find You as a Neko

This is a request I ran into by @chryssikyu and as I love a good Neko I had fun!

Xavier considers himself to be fairly prepared for the world at large. He's not so simple as most people seem to think he is, but this he did not expect. 

You are asleep, curled up on top of the covers instead of beneath them. That's not the unusual part, the two of you are avid nap takers. Many afternoons have been dedicated to curling up together and falling asleep in the sun. 

This is different. This is different for several reasons. One, you're napping in nothing but a thin white nightdress that barely comes to the mid-thigh. Two, you have two large fluffy looking cat ears. Three, those ears are accompanied by a lush tail that drapes over your thigh as you slumber. 

The fur has a soft pale white sheen. He has no idea how this could have happened, and he's seen so much in his life. Xavier approaches, steps light, as if he is approaching a threat instead of the light of his life. His hand reaches out, tentatively brushing the tip of your new ear. It twitches, not a trick. 

He can't help himself, he sinks onto the edge of the bed, you huff but don't awaken. Before he knows it he has his hand around your tail, dragging downward to feel the soft warmth. You open your eyes, and those too have changed. Your pupils are different, cat like, though still your color. 

"Do you understand me?" He asks carefully. 

You hum, yawn again, and rest your head on his lap, "Xavier." Your voice is the same, still rough with sleep. Still you, just you a little different. 

"What happened?" His hand comes to curl into your hair, it feels softer than it was before. It's nice.

"Dunno." You close your eyes, apparently content to go back to sleep. "Missed you." 

He smiles, because that never gets old to hear. You lean into his hand, arms curling around his waist. Well, he could nap. 

"Move over." He murmurs and you do as asked, knowing well enough he will join you. You'll figure this out in due time. For now he curls atop the bed, with you pressed along his side, tail twitching contentedly as he holds you to him. 

It's not entirely uncommon for Zayne to find you in his office, especially since the two of you started openly stating you're a couple. Sometimes you drop in to see him, sometimes you're only there long enough to leave take-out on his desk before you're gone again. 

Regardless seeing you is always a pleasant surprise. He says your name in greeting, but you keep looking out the window. You're in a hoodie, hood up. It might be Xaviers'. Zayne chews on the jealousy of that for a moment, before letting out a slow breath through his nose. 

You must have been cold. He'll give you his jacket to wear home. You don't look up when he enters, eyes still pinned on something out of the window. He takes another step and sees Clopidogrel hovering on the windowsill. "We should set out some more nuts for him." Zayne says conversationally, walking toward his desk to get the bag he has there for this very purpose. 

Once he's by his desk he gets a view of your face, somewhat shadowed by the hood. There is enough light to see your eyes, the unnatural shape of them. Zayne freezes, scanning you over for injuries. Bag forgotten he heads right for you, watching you track the resident squirrel. 

His hand comes to your chin, pulling your face up to look at him. A doctor's gaze that floods concern through him, he pushes the hood back and is met with twitching fluffy black ears. His thumb pulls your lip up to see the sharpness of some of your teeth. He's heard of this condition only vaguely. 

Harmless, short term. Like the common cold, the tightness in his shoulders relaxes. "Are you alright?" 

Your eyes continue to track the squirrel, "Yes." 

"You can't have him." Zayne informs you, amusement coloring his tone. He'll need to take the rest of the day off at least, make sure you're safe. Your impulsivity will be up, you're likely to do something foolish. 

"Want him." 

He reaches out and pets the top of your head, scratching at your scalp with his nails to distract you from the prey you are being denied. It works, your eyes slip closed, and you lean into his hand. 

"We'll get you some food on the way home." He promises. "Come on, kitten." 

It's the first time he's used the term of endearment but Zayne thinks it might stick. 

Rafayel juggles the bags over one arm as he pushes his studio door open with his foot, calling out as soon as he's through, "If only my bodyguard came with me today. These bags are so heavy!" He gets the door closed, frowning when you don't call out in reply or approach. 

Depositing the bags onto the kitchen counter Rafayel goes off in search of you. He doesn't expect what he finds. You're on the balcony outside of your shared bedroom, in nothing but one of his shirts. Which normally he would not mind, not one bit. 

However. You have a pair of purple ears and a tail to match, a tail that is moving on its own, flicking from side to side. Oh no, oh no. You've got that weird cat sickness. He's read about it, he even had a nightmare once. 

Rafayel rushes toward you, colliding with the balcony railing to look at you. And when you turn to him, ears pivoting, eyes strange he doesn't know what to do. "Are you ... are you alright?" 

You nod, and then step into his arms. He flounders momentarily before he remembers this is you, cat or not, this is you. And he is safe. He is safe. 

His arms wrap around you, as you tuck yourself against his chest. "Play with me, I'm bored." 

Rafayel relaxes further hearing you sound normal, if a bit needy. He likes when you're needy, he likes the fact you need him. "What do you want to do? Not eat me I hope." 

Your eyes spark with mirth, and then you sink your teeth into the side of his neck. He squeaks, but you let go and it didn't really hurt. 

"I'm not on the menu." He scolds. "Find another fish to chew on." 

[lady-ashfade]

Hello I am involved with your fics I was wondering if you could do a reader who is has like ADHD or if your not comfortable with that maybe one who struggles to sit still and one time kaz is like telling everyone the plan and gets annoyed at reader because they won't sit still and the ending is up to you

I totally understand if your not comfortable is making this and don't feel rushed to

Hunny, I have ADHD and I have had since I was younger. So I’m so glad to or this, but everyone’s symptoms can differ from one another! So I hope I can make this to fit everyone else💕 Thank you for the request and being so kind.

Spaced out.

Kaz brekker x ADHD!Reader. HC’s and small fic.

Notes: This should be gender neutral but I imagine a female so if I messes up I apologize. Y/n’s parents in this don’t know how to deal with her.

Warnings: Hyperactive, kaz being a little rude, probably a poor choice of words on my part, kaz yelling, small self blaming. Hurt to comfort.

At first kaz hated how you never stopped talking. It was always about something so small and unimportant, it made him second guess his choice of hiring you. You lost focus so easily, sometimes he could tell you something and a second later you would do it and say “Oh, I don’t remember you telling me.”

Then there was how you never sat still, picking at your skin or bouncing off the walls. At first he thought you were crazy, or insane. It wasn’t until you opened up to him because you could see he didn’t understand you.

“I have to thank you kaz.” You hummed as you pointed at him, you slumped in a chair in his office. “And why is that?” He was curious but he didn’t give you his full attention, he didn’t even look at you. “I know I can be a struggle, especially for you but I appreciate you not firing me. I have this thing called, ADHD, were my brain goes a million miles a seconds a time. It can be hard for me to focus, stay still and just…act normal sometimes.” You explained and that caught his attention.

He looked to the side at the side to seeyour face and everything came together. Though he wasn’t familiar with it, he had heard of it. Deep down he felt foolish for hating you for it. You couldn’t control it, and he was the last person to ever judge someone who couldn’t control something. “Not everyone can deal with it hell, my parents couldn’t. So thank you for dealing with it- With me.” You smiled at him so sweetly. That was the first time he really saw you…Like, really saw you. 

“You are a skill set this teams needs, don’t thank me for it. I would have fired you a while ago if you weren’t good at what you do.” He turned away. You could see he wasn’t trying to be nice, but you saw through him. This was him excepting you, and telling you he cares in his own little way.

Kaz after that would research on the subject, to learn everything he could. He need to know if this could mess his plans up. But that’s what he told himself. After a while we would pick up on your tells, or how to fix them if need be.

After a while he grew to like your little acts. He likes to hear you ramble while he did his work, though he sometimes didn’t pay attention- But he liked the sound. Then there was when you would just randomly see something and get distracted by the smallest thing. Kaz noticed you liked to play with your buttons, or just random things you can find.

So kaz would get you little puzzles to solve to keep you still. Or things to squeeze and play with at all times. If you space out that’s when he would just stare and wonder what your brain is thinkinh of. Kaz found himself comforted by you. It was strange but he couldn’t explain it, but he likes to see you be yourself.

Inside himself the fire started to burn when he looked at you. How your movement would always have him looking at you. The more time went on he was falling for you. So expect to have fidget toys a over the club, and kaz carries one of them at all times.

But sometimes kaz couldn’t help but get annoyed when you weren’t able to focus on the plan.

Spaced out you forgot about everything around you, and it wasn’t on purpose but your brain just fogged over. You couldn’t move your eyes as your hands played with themselves, what you were thinking of? No clue. It was just you and yourself.

Kaz could see it in your eyes, how you stared off into space and didn’t even look to where he was pointing on the map. “Y/n!” He called your name and slammed his hands onto the table making everyone jump. You turned your head with a dazzed look. You hummed in question and blinked yourself out of it.

He huffed in anger and stood back, “Can you point to where you’re stationed?” He asked and your brain went blank. It made your stomach fill up with guilt and looked at the map for some idea, trying to remember. Everyone was looking at you. Biting your lip you scooted closer and thought for a minute before pointing to the east wing of a the house.

Kaz tighter his jaw and everyone prepared themselves for what ever he was going to do next. A shouting voice ringed in their ears, “Everyone out!” You knew he meant all the others. On their way out everyone sent a apologetic look before leaving, knowing you were about to get a ear full.

You looked down and rubbed your arms. It was so easy to just listen! Why couldn’t your brain just pay attention and leave you alone. This was important, you knew it and yet you spaced out? Why couldn’t you just pay attention. You kicked yourself.

“You’re to go to the west wing, take out the guard on the balcony and make sure to wait for Jesper to get there. When he is there you give Inej the signal.” He stopped and looked at you annoyed. “Do you remember, or shall I go over what we have been planning for weeks?”

Shaking your head, “No, I remember I promise.” It was a split second before he slammed his hands back on the table and leaned forward with a scowl. “Then why don’t you remember where you’re supposed to be? Tell me y/n is what ever you’re thinking of more important then this?”

“No! Kaz, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to space out, it just happens.” Kaz chuckled deeply. “It’s been happening a lot. If you can’t make it through this then tell me, before we fail and our blood end ups on your hands.” It hurt how he spoke to you. Like he didn’t trust you, like he hate you…

Like he blamed you for it.

Before you could control it, tears formed in your eyes and spilled, a cry coming out softly as you stop yourself. Kaz froze at the sight , it was uncommon to see you like that. He immediately felt guilty and hated he how shouted at you. “Look, I don’t-” he struggled to speak as the weight in his chest got heavy. He wasn’t good at comforting people.

Kaz sighed and gripped his cane and began to walk around the table, slowly and limping. You had tried to calm yourself down because you knew he didn’t like emotions like this. Then the feeling of leather warmth patted your shoulders, his hand pressing so light. Looking up you saw his face with a small, uncomfortable smile.

(Sorrows, sorrows, prayers)

It made you feel better that we was trying to apologize with touch, something he hated doing. You moved and he pulled back his hand to let you reach on the table, grabbing a pen you put it to your skin and wrote on yourself. He watched you carefully trying to see what you wrote.

“Here.” You smiled at him and lifted your wrists to show him. The words “West wing.” and it was almost a proud aura you had around you. “That’s better.” He proclaimed.

After that you always wrote on yourself for small things that you had to remember, or sometimes he would write it for you because he didn’t trust your brain. But he understood you, even if he gets annoyed sometimes he doesn’t blame or hate you. He just works around it. After all…He loves you.

He loves everything about you.

[whore-ibly-hot]

💚👻Yan!Harold Biddle Hc's💚👻

"Viewer beware, you're in for a scare."

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Yandere themes, dark behavior, possession, general spooks, serial killer, bullying, angst teen ghost boy?

AN: Requested by an Anon, this man has me down so bad, and I hope this inspires others to write for him. I love both old and new goosebumps media, and how our reader meets Harold is VERY similar to the goosebumps TV show episode 'The Phantom of the Opera'. Enjoy and happy belated Halloween! Go watch Goosebumps on Disney ➕️. Never done an HC before...

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💚In a situation for Harold to grow truly attached to someone, you would have to be from out of town, or visiting a family member, perhaps. Harold is filled with such hatred for his former classmates and there spawn, that even those who didn't kill him, he knows stood idly by and ignored him in school. Because of this, he probably wouldn't want the son or daughter of a former classmate.

👻Maybe you moved to Port Lawrence with your family, whether for work or a fresh start, or maybe your a distant cousin of one of the people in town. As long as you aren't a direct descendant, Harold will have an easier time coming to terms with these feelings.

💚Being new in town was hard for you, nerve wracking even. Everyone at this school seemed to have a clique or group, and even the loners had their own things going on. Luckily, you caught wind through overhearing some classmates that a party was being held on Halloween night. Hoping to make some real friends, you donned a costume and set out.

👻The address had been kind of hard to find, some old, blocked off road with a creepy mansion at the end. Still, the party was in full swing, teens dancing and drinking, strobe lights and shitty music filled the main room of the house. You asked one of your classmates, Lucas, about the house.

"Oh, yeah. Some kid died here like, a hundred years ago or something. Big explosions, a fire..." A skinnier boy in a cat costume cut him off. "Don't listen to Lucas, it wasn't a hundred years ago, dude. It was like, the 90s." He rolls his eyes.

💚A little uneasy about sneaking into a house, much more the site of a gruesome death, you tried to enjoy the party. After a few drinks, Dr. Pepper, you weren't trying to call your parents to take you home, you went looking for a bathroom.

This would prove pretty difficult. That same boy from earlier, Lucas, ate worms, and was puking in bathroom number one. The second bathroom was locked, and from the groaning and smacking inside, you could tell you didn't want to know what was going on inside.

👻This had left you with not choice but to go to the bathroom in the basement. Standing at the edge of the stairs and looking down the dark hallway, floored with rickety wooden steps, you had gathered your courage and descended.

💚Biddle had expected company, but unlike the mask he coerced Isabella into taking, or the camera he snuck in Isaac's bag, you didn't take anything. He waited for another, foolish teen to take something. He had a few items set out for specific peoples... but, he wasn't against another thief falling victim to his cursed items.

👻However, you surprised him. Just looked for the bathroom door, went, and then headed right back up to the party. When Mr. Bratt came home, the teens scattered, to cars and into the woods. Harold used this time to torment Allison, his burned, ghostly form shrieking at her. She had screamed in terror, and Isaiah soon found her.

💚You were driving home, but took pity and stopped to help a few of your classmates whose rides had fled. After several hours of dropping people off, you were finally able to get back home. A pair of pale ghostly eyes watched you from the window of your room. No one else had stopped to help their friends, much less strangers. How nice you were...

💚As days went by, and mysterious terrors afflicted the teens of Port Lawrence, you grew close to some of them. A busy body named Margot, a cheer leader named Allison, and a jock named Isaiah. All shared and English class with the new teacher (and owner of the Biddle house), Mr. Bratt. Mr. Bratt was odder at sometimes than others, almost like he was fighting with himself. He was always tired and dark eyed.

👻From deep inside, viewing the world through Mr. Bratt, Harold would observe the teens. It was just as he remembered it, the gossip, the catty looks and the fake smiles. But nothing sickened him more than watching you interact with the others, so sweet and kind, but only friends with the filth in this town.

👻On your end, you really liked Mr. Bratt. He was a funny teacher, always cracking jokes and saying something odd. He always gave you perfect grades, which was odd because you noticed you had gotten a few questions wrong when you would compare projects and assignments to classmates. Still, he was a great teacher.

💚Harold wasn't a fool. He had always been smart when he was alive, and his evil intentions had made him no less cunning. He knows he can't pursue you romantically as long as he's possessing a teacher. He'd rather not get his possession vessel arrested and sent to jail. He doesn't want his house empty, not right now.

👻When he heard you had taken up the role of a tech member for the drama department, he formed a plan. The old elevator platform to the schools abandoned basement was 'accidentally' left open, a gaping hole in the dark of the stage.

💚You unfortunately weren't aware of this, and had stayed late to finish some lighting set up. As you close up and turn out the overhead lights, the floor had felt as those it disappeared beneath you. As you plummet, you let out a pitch scream. It wasn't a long fall, not even that deep, but it hurt. Your hips and ankle were aching, throbbing, and red hot tears had begun to stream from your cheeks. You felt to scared to stand or move, but it was late. How were you supposed to get out of here?

👻As you whimpered, you heard a sound in the silence. Just then, a sound from the side. It sounded like a creaking floor panel.

"H-hello? Is someone there?" You called out fearfully. A boy, haired curly and tall looms over you. His eyes have dark circles, his face almost blends into the shadows of the basement, but... you chalk it up to blurry vision and bad lighting.

💚"Aw... how'd you end up down here?" He asked, voice low and slow as he had tilted his head. "I'm on tech crew, I fell. I think my ankle is... twisted or something. Could you help me?" She asks.

"Of course..." he drawled. His eyes darkened and a grin tugged at his cheeks as he said the next statement. "What kind of sick, sick monster would leave someone to die in a basement, all alone?" He said. You gulp and chuckle awkwardly. "Well, it's just my ankle. Don't think I'm dying." You joked.

👻"Course not. Come on." He had extended his hand to you, and hoisted you up against him with surprising strength. Despite the soft flannel shirt he was wearing, his skin felt frigid to the touch, yet oddly warm, an icey burning sensation could be felt where his hand was still on your arm.

"Should be a lever... right over-" he looks around, the snaps his fingers and points. "Right there." You had both hopped on the platform. "How'd you know how to get out of the basement, I heard it's been blocked off like, forever." She asks.

💚"I guess I just, know more than other people." He shrugs. Once he had helped you out of the school, you had gone to your car. Fidgeting with your keys, you faced away from him as you unlocked your car. "What did you say your name was?" You ask.

👻"Doesn't matter. Just a friend." When you turn to him with a confused look, he's gone. You looked around, but tired, you drove from the lot.

💚Back at the Biddle Manor, while Mr. Bratt tried to get a peaceful night of sleep without being possessed for once, Harold is in the basement, playing with the Polaroid camera Isaiah had tried so hard to destroy. He wonders, can it just take normal photos if he wills it too? He has other things to attend too, he can't always watch you, but he'd love a few pictures of you.

👻Even if the camera could only take pictures of your fate, maybe it wouldn't bother him too much. What would the future hold? Would you be with him? He hoped so, but the idea of what he could see that would displease him swayed him away from that path. No, he'll stick to watching you through Bratt, when he can, or through your windows on those precious nights you leave a curtain open.

💚As he sits in the room of his demise, he looks at his hands, black char marks occasionally appearing. For once, he doesn't focus on the burning rage and actual burning feeling that courses through his body. No, this warmth is softer. The warmth from when you touched him and he touched you. Contact, from someone who cared. Someone who he saw every private moment of, just to ensure that you had only pure intentions with everyone you met. Would you betray him if you knew, what he was like, who he was? He shakes his head. No. He holds all the cards now. He won't be weak ever again, he won't let you slip away.

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General bonus hc's:

💚Harold only wears what teens at Port Lawrence high now think of as 'grunge'. Oversized sweatshirt, flannels, loose pants. He has never once brushed his hair, even when he was alive. He doesn't hate that grunge is popular now though. He enjoy leaving a flannel or a Jean jacket in your closet, hoping you'll assume one of your parents gifted it to you.

👻You can always tell when his ghost in nearby, even if he's not visible there are tells, even if you don't realize what they are pointing too. You might feel a stinging if he passes by, a side effect of the pain from his burns. The smell of smoke and dark room chemicals fills the air if he's around, and you feel like your being watched.

💚He'd like to kiss you, or hold you, but he's not ready to even attempt that, much less a real introduction. He's got a lot going on right now. For now, you'll only see him around town, at night when your alone. At a bus stop? Oh, that mysterious boy from the other night us passing by. Buying a snack? He's got some spare cash. Walking home alone at night? Good thing his lanky silhouette can be seen leaning out from under a streetlight. Don't worry, he'll walk you home. You wouldn't believe the sort of monsters that live in this town, that lurk. It's enough to give you goosebumps...

You wonder why you always forget to ask his name...

[hauntedaeon]

Fandoms in general I feel should be less focused on romantic relationships all the time. Don’t get me wrong I’m a big shipper myself but I also love me a good set of besties. Here’s some platonic friend duos I like a lot! And no hate if you do ship these they’re all valid just not my cup of tea.

Edelgard and Sylvain, especially in crimson flower. I mean come on look at them. They both hate the crest system and wish to change it. Sylvain is also way smarter than he acts and I feel Edelgard would notice, asking him for council occasionally. But also they would be great supports for each other to vent their frustrations. Edelgard would easily be able to see through Sylvain, he probably flirts with her like once and she immediately shuts him down. However they do become friends which confuses everyone else.

Dimitri and Yuri. I think they actually really don’t meet much during the Academy. In fact, Yuri found Dimitri to be just another foolish noble. They actually become friends during the time skip. Dimitri spends part of those 5 years in the abyss and the undergrounds of cities where he sees Yuri. Yuri is surprised about what Dimitri has become and tries but is unable to convince Dimitri to stay. I also hc that he was the one to give Dimitri his cloak and armor (cause how did a feral man find armor like that???)

Mercedes and Marianne. Mercedes is THE mom friend and would totally be super nice and doting to Marianne. They pray together and Mercedes sees how troubled she is so takes some time getting closer. She always tries to cheer Marianne up but if Marianne is having a day where she’s just not feeling it Mercedes is content to just sit there with her. Marianne looks up to Mercedes a lot and slowly starts coming out of her shell around her. I also feel like Marianne would remind Mercedes of Emile.

[saltymongoose]

player with kitten sneezes

Player with kitten sneezes

Player with K i t t e n S n e e z e s

THE MAIN BOYS REACTING TO PLAYER THAT SNEEZES LIKE A LITTLE KITTEN.

P L E A S E

This, I can do. Hope you like these short hcs, Anon! <333

(Also, just another note, the second set I had planned is gonna be way longer than I thought, so I'll be posting it tomorrow instead of splitting it into parts. :))

The Player Sneezes Like a Kitten ft. The Main 3 + 2BDamned

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, this is quite fluffy)

Even if you discussed the anatomical difference you had with grunts with your boys from time to time, you never got around to explaining everything about what your body parts do.

If you add this to the fact that grunts don’t exactly have noses like most creatures in your world - so to see or hear anyone doing anything similar to sneezing is incredibly unlikely - it made for a real surprise when your vessels actually heard you do it.

- [2BDAMNED] -

2BDamned had just paused in the middle of sipping his coffee when the noise of your sudden inhale and sneeze reached him, and at first he was met with confusion and slight concern. Your short apology and sheepish look is the only thing that told him that it was from you, and that it wasn’t at all intentional.

(Of course, Doc is always fascinated with little traits and actions that come from humans, so he quickly pulls you into a discussion about what exactly that was. It lasts for many hours, and he now has a full file on his tablet about sneezes and human noses alone, thanks to you.)

However, after that revelation, he realizes that the way you sneeze is honestly really cute. It's enough to make him look at you and chuckle fondly whenever you do it, silently noting how adorable you are before returning to his business. It seems everything about you just makes you more adorable to him.

A part of him is even tempted to record the sound of it, but unless he deliberately makes you sneeze, he knows being given the opportunity to do is unlikely. Plus, he has enough self-awareness to realize that being so entranced by a "sneeze" could be considered sort of foolish.

But the thought is very tempting to him. (He can almost convince himself that it would just be just another resource to use to study your species, but to no real avail.) You always end up making him a lovestruck fool in some way, so he supposes this is no different.

- [DEIMOS] -

Deimos was more confused than anything, and to be honest, he didn't think the noise actually came from you at first so you can't fault him. It also didn't help that he was half asleep when it happened, which only made his disorientation worse.

("-What the hell was that?" You heard his raspy voice call from across the room, thick with sleep as he drowsily rubbed his face and looked at you. You raised a brow, and then he asked you if you'd heard it as well, and you couldn't help but laugh.)

He was stunned when you let him know that it was you that made the noise, and embarrassed by his rather crass reaction. He literally thought it was an animal and now he feels bad for making that mental comparison in the first place.

(Deimos also mentally scolds himself over this long afterward. Lucky for him, you actually thought it was more funny than anything.)

He's quick to point out how cute and kitten-like you sound, cooing and awing over you with an affectionate look on his face. You'd call it teasing, but it's too genuine to be even the slightest bit mean-spirited. Instead, it just makes you blush, which only makes him fawn over you more.

(You really must have no idea how adorable you are to him, he concludes. Otherwise, you'd realize that this is just a fraction of how he feels about you.)

He almost thinks it's unfortunate that these sneezes are relatively uncommon; any chance to compliment you on anything you do is one he'll take as soon as he can. Besides, he knows you appreciate it. Your flushed cheeks tell him all he needs to know.

- [SANFORD] -

Sanford falls more into the territory of being concerned, since if you suddenly make an unfamiliar noise, he thinks something must be going wrong with you. It usually wasn't good to jump to the worst conclusion, but if it's your safety at risk, you can bet he's going to.

He saw you sneeze as well, so he was immediately at your side to ask if you were alright, even placing a comforting hand on your shoulder to reassure you. You laughed at his worry and waved him off, explaining that it wasn't unusual for you humans.

Now that he knows it's normal, he's relieved, but this leaves room for him to speculate on how it actually sounds now. He's not surprised to hear that it's a unique trait to you; you're the Player, of course even this sneeze of yours would be special (if anything that makes it even more fitting). What's weirder to him is the fact that he actually finds himself awing over the noise of it so much.

It must be weird to enjoy hearing your sneeze; it's not like you put any effort or anything into it, and it wasn't even that big of a thing to begin with. It was just so cute though, and he catches himself thinking about it later with a dopey grin on his face.

(You're his crush, of course he'd find himself falling further for you with every little thing you do. Or at least that's his justification for doing exactly that.)

Unlike Deimos, who openly fawns over you when you do sneeze again, Sanford won't give a very large reaction. However, if you happen to glance at him shortly after you do, you'll catch him staring at you with a warm smile and an almost love-sick gaze. He can't help it; you've always proven yourself as someone to be admired and loved, even if it's for something as simple as sounding like a little kitten when you sneeze.

- [HANK J. WIMBLETON] -

Hank, on the other hand, wasn't really that surprised at all. Why? Because he'd already heard you sneeze once before, when you were still separated by that computer screen of yours and you controlled him from afar.

(On that note, he is also one to gloat about being the first to hear it. The others find it insufferable, but he genuinely delights in making it clear just how close you two were before any of them. You've had so many "firsts" together, and he believes it's his right to make it clear that it's just one thing that makes you both so naturally close. Closer than any of the others in your group could ever hope to be with you.)

Hank thought your little sneezes were adorable even before hearing them "in person"; they reminded him a bit of a small cat, and if anything, it's a detail that just makes him fawn over you more. (You have one of the traits of his favorite creatures, if anything this is a sign you were meant for him.)

Hank won't even think about making you sneeze or anything like that, but you will find that he's a tad more affectionate than usual after you do so. He just can't stop himself pulling you into a tight side hug or giving you a quick nuzzle whenever you do something cute, and this is no exception.

You find it hilarious that his hands shake even when you do something so involuntary, and while you do know that your sneeze is "kitten-like" from the many comments of your chat, you'd honestly say that Hank is more comparable to one. He's the one who always seems to loudly purr when you show a reaction to Nevada's dusty buildings, after all.

[ripgray-moved]

AM HC DUMP ( please i'm obsessed with this little freak please think he's cool too )

full name is asmodeum but peter insists on giving him a nickname because "that's what friends do"; he settles for am because he hates "azzy" and "modi" ( almost pronounced like "moody" bc grump teehee ).

he is what's known as a guardian. his kind exist suspended in deep space within the d-16 dimensional region ( the highest tier of dimensions, where the deities, guardians and likewise ilk reside ) waiting to be called on. think of it like a "prayer" being answered, only it is exclusively for supernatural / magical matters. they typically are granted to those looking to hone magical / cosmic power and act as their teachers. they are impervious to morality, meaning a guardian in the wrong hands is potentially a universe-ender. luckily, peter is pure of heart and seeks only to release himself from his curse. typically, when the goal has been achieved guardians are then put down as they are simply too dangerous to leave laying around in other dimensions. however, when peter murks the cult and frees himself of paimon, he refuses to do so with am, claiming that they're still friends and he still has so much to learn.

has an ego, but it's arguably deserved. this isn't to say his arrogance can't be annoying / even a little mean, but he is factually a denizen of the highest ranking dimension in the entire universe lmao. unless you are also from there, you are naught but a speck of dust on his radar and he has no problems letting you know that if you get smart with him. is a total tsun ( i actually loathe that term but i know people will understand what i mean if i use it lmao ) once the Fee-Fees start setting in. you mustn't know that he enjoys your presence. that would be ridiculous. totally unfounded and foolish of you to assume that a being of such standing would care for you. don't be daft. is not even technically a "he", but peter asks how he should refer to am and am responds that he is indifferent as he has no need for gender. hilariously, when peter asks if he's a she, he reacts with a dissatisfied noise and so peter goes with he ( his first suggestion is actually they; he persists because am himself sounds unconvinced / vaguely unsure and he wants to get it right ). in the case of humans, he finds bodily functions SO WEIRD. when i tell you peter once got the hiccups and the first time that sound left him am jumped and demanded to know what was wrong with him? yeah. when he finds out y'all need to excrete? -50 friendship points permanently. refers to his brain as "the database". guardians are incredibly knowledgeable creatures ( it's kind of their purpose, to know things, lmao ) and are capable of gleaning information about both objects and people in a few seconds via 'scanning' them. he's like a sentient google without the shitty capitalism. on the topic of referring to stuff, refers to peter as "[his] master" and seldom uses his name until later on. another common term is "[his] wielder". this is typical of a guardian, as despite their great power they are adopted into a subservient role. peter has mixed feelings about it as he views he and am as equals and friends from the beginning. will offer assistance to others if they ask directly, but typically is very driven and dedicated to peter. keeps his interests at the forefront and doesn't take kindly to 'distractions' ( though cannot separate 'distractions' from friends just being friends until later ). NOT receptive to touch. only peter may hold him unless you gain his permission ( which he is rather tight with ). you'll get zapped if you try to grab him without his express consent; if you persist, the zap will increase in voltage until it eventually becomes powerful enough to end your life. thankfully, once is enough for most people. i have to reiterate: AM IS A STAFF. HE IS NOT A PERSON. that being said, later on into his development he becomes aware of the importance of connection between humans and opts to adopt a form to better communicate himself to them. THIS FORM IS A PROJECTION, but he is such a powerful entity that it is a corporeal one. he can be interacted with as you might a person unless he wills the opposite.

[found-wings]

I LOVE THE PHOENIX PHIL HEADCANON OMG here's some misc hcs with them :D

• foolish was 100% the first person to try to touch them and kept going "ow. ow. ow." because he'd get burned, then immediately put his hands back on the wings

• phil tries to stop him and tinas like "no- let him finish" (he's trying to 'build an immunity)

• roier uses the wings as a way to heat up a knife and do stupid bs with it such as; slamming it against a tree and starting a forest fire, cutting various items in half and they either crumble or burn, or on fed workers (it just makes them mildly uncomfortable)

• on the same topic, when phils napping by fits place, ramon uses the wings to heat up scrap metal he has to try to wield them together.

• dapper also uses them sometimes as a portable heater for potions and uses tongs to hold them above the wings if they need to get to a certain boiling point (bbh is like 'I tried to get him to stop' when phil asks about it. but man's is a liar LMAO he encourages it)

• chayanne sometimes asks him to use em to start fired under his portable grills and pots if he can't find his flint and steel

• on the other side, tallulah def roasts marshmallows on them

• fit has definitely gone "yknow let me just borrow these for a sec-" and holds either dynamite, fireworks, or bombs ends on them to light em off

• etoiles has 100% had many. Many. sticks set on fire and burned durring stick fights and even if phil apologizes for accidentally doing that and you just hear "okay so we're playing that way" and he brings out the flame-enchanted code sword as a joke before they reset the fight 😭😭

• "the burn- he's just too good!"

• "that was literally an accident!!!!"

• "see? you doesn't even need to try!!"

• "oh my godddd."

• if phil does something to make richas mad, he'll purposfully walk into the wings flames and go to his dad's yelling about how phil set him on fire (he's done this too many times for them to give phil anything more then a slap on the wrist)

• he's lit off more then a couple lanterns and candles for cellbit when the two meet up in the order to share information (and more then a few books have scorch marks on them . . . it's very easy to tell which books have been donated by him.)

• more then once phil has been sentenced to laying underneath one of tubbos machines with his wings being used in place of a temporary blaze-burner (fit is very much laughing at him and being told to stfu by tubbo in fear of phil leaving)

• pac and mike are very quick to remove flowing water from their builds and keep them contained to pools and waterfalls that are easily visible

• more then once quackitys beanie or sleeve has caught fire and you can hear him swearing from miles away when it does

• sunbirds tend to surround him a little more then usual when the wings are out, so 100% foolish has asked the capybaras to warp phil to him to attract a sunbird real quick and phil agrees if he has perms to name it (it will be named something stupid.)

• it's not uncommon for the eggs to surround him more on group trips and events whenever they go by somewhere cold as he's basically a walking heater (que the jokes about them liking phil more- when really he's just making sure they don't get frostbite 😭)

• ,,,,,, more then once hes been put through pain when a spontaneous code fight appears and he's had to run for shelter as its common for rain to pour when the day quickly shifts to night and damage his wings (another incentive for etoiles to finish fighting as quickly as possible)

- 💿

MANY SILLIES, RAAAH

Oh my god I love all of these silly headcanons SO MUCH RAAAH, especially the ones involving Phil and the Eggs, Fit, Tubbo, Etoiles and Cellbit because I am so biased

Also on the topic of rain and code fights - I am so. silly about it because I imagine Phil only runs for shelter when he‘s 100% certain the others can handle it. Every other time, especially during the times he had to fight off the code by himself, he pushes through the constant pain on his feathers while engaging in combat

On another side note, all I can imagine whenever someone pulls out a flame enchanted weapon is Phils eyes just instantly going O^O when he sees it and he just. stares. with big eyes & puffed up wings as if he’s about to attack the weapon before snapping back to the current. He‘s offended and sees flame enchanted weapons as a threat to his very being / j

[gemchomper2]

does anyone have any hcs pertaining to friendship dynamics/found family relationships? as of late, the biggest thing that i've had marinate within my brain has to be harvey viewing abigail as a younger relative, or at least viewing himself to have a mentor-like role? or, at least an interesting duo idea they could be together.

not in a way towards where the older is patronizing the other, but in a sense of him self-projecting onto her? we already know that abby's mom is very cautious regarding what she does, as it's evident that caroline was more free-spirited in her youth. i read this as if she wants to protect abigail in a sense, either if it's from disappointment and then the "eventual want" of settling down later, or another set of youthful expectations.

this could just be the worms in my cranium blurring my headcanons with the actual stardew canon, but i've always read into harvey's choice for medicine to be self-sacrificing, in a sense. after realizing that he could not be admitted into being a pilot—OR, just severely talking himself down, saying that he will not make it in the end—due to his acrophobia and poor eyesight, i think that there could have been a possible struggle with his interests and future goals: should he be self-indulgent on his aviation aspirations, or contribute to something he has the knowledge and capacity for, that could "benefit more people" (becoming a doctor)?

i say "contribute to something he has the knowledge and capacity for" by reading into his eventual career idea switch to the medical field as him believing that his interests could have been suited elsewhere, in a sense. this is a HUGE headcanon here, but i sincerely would like to believe that there could have been times where he'd get upset/frustrated due to how his interests steer him into knowing all of the ins-and-outs of radio systems—something he may view as a hobby than anything "worthwhile"—whilst that same love for technology could be used in a whole different field, in harvey's own vision. there's this tug that he would have with himself, and especially in his youth i figure, in deciding if he should follow his dreams, or to "accept that not all of them work out in the end"—or, whatever he says during one of his heart events wistfully.

abigail, however, is very adamant and WILL do things, even though she knows that she may be afraid of whatever may come her way: example, how she is afraid of bats, yet has tried again and again to go down deep into the mines. she does not allow what her phobias have a say in her actions, and that goes with any rules, as well. i do believe that, yes, she is an ADULT, and that i am not trying to characterize her as some rebellious high-schooler that just wanted to go out from her 8:30pm curfew. i'm simply just stating how her actions, yet foolish to some, might've made her an accidental victim to self-projection from others—notably her momma, and harvey, in this instance.

i prefer to akin it to the miscommunication that an adult may experience when trying to inform a minor about being precautious about who they talk to. we can take the internet as an environmental example, here. if the minor sincerely believes that they are very safe within any sphere of the world wide web, and are wanting to branch out to more socials, post about their likes and art, etc.—the adult, who may have had a horrible experience in their youth, or something of that vein, may tell the child to not do that. there is an obvious spout of frustration that can wash in; the child may feel frustrated by that boundary, and the adult may feel even more frustrated, since they simply would want to protect the kid, and to not go through what they had to witness.

i relate it to that, in essence, also, because i believe the amount of miscommunication and "i told you so"s she's been berated with have probably desensitized her. it's to the point where she would not want to talk to her parents, due to how they may shut her in, with all of those worries, and also how they are unsupportive of her hobbies and actions; further incentivizing her to do them more.

i think harvey would maybe overhear pierre and caroline talking about abigail; maybe even listening their own private worries to him, and even trying to consult her to therapy. however, i like to imagine that when she goes to his clinic, the doctor immediately knows why she's in there. i believe scoldings would be normal, but as she'd visit the clinic less and less—finding her wrapped up in either a bought gauze, or longer clothing than normal—he'd be vocal about his concerns. not only for her health, but for genuinely believing that her dreams of adventure would just ultimately leave her disappointed and dull; leading to feeling still like she's missing something in life, like how the man feels.

HOWEVER. i would like to clear it up that i am not portraying harvey as 100% loathing every thought and fibre of his job. he's had to endure a near decade of medschool, alongside with however years he has worked as a licensed doctor, so i can understand his anxieties about it all. i do genuinely believe he has great intentions, regarding how he aims to try to be more effective in forms of holistic care, and wanting to make his clinic accommodate to anyone (examples: the yoba signs around one of the beds).

i do believe that, with there being that difference of abigail loving her dream despite fears, and harvey couldn't do his dreams due to fears, there can be that type of character foil that's be very fascinating to watch grow.

[paperbooart]

hiii omg its so nice to see another person who likes togiri!! there is sooo little content of it its honestly devastating lol….id be rly interested to hear if you had any spare thoughts or hcs abt them (or naegirigami) :3 also your art is phenominal, i love your style and the way you portray everyone is soooo ….<333!

HEEHE THANK YOU boy do i have thoughts about probably most things relating to dr1

this is going under a readmore because oh my god

togiri is so interesting to me because like.. of course naegiri was the first ship to grow on me, how can it not, and naegami is also just kind of like. an obvious decision to me. like pairing a normal nice functional cheerful little dude with a cold unfeeling weirdo who he hangs out with a lot just works every time. it’s about the CONTRAST. so when i started liking naegirigami it was definitely mostly because i just liked both makoto ships, but eventually i really started thinking about byakuya and kyoko. 

i think the first togiri thing i really thought about was, weirdly, the moment i think they were at their worst, which was when kyoko got makoto executed. like when i rewatch that trial, especially the anime version, the amount of hands byakuya throws because he completely refuses to believe makoto is the murderer meanwhile kyoko has to keep pushing that he is… on the one hand byakuya is half right and if he’s wrong he’ll die. so him defending makoto you can fully read as him doing whatever he thinks he has to in order to survive. but the fact is makoto and kyoko both had large windows of time during which they were unaccounted for, but byakuya suspected kyoko from the beginning. 

byakuya in the later chapters is so interesting to me even though his character development is so subtle i sometimes feel insane pointing it out. but it is extremely sad that he makes his big ‘i’m not going to play the game anymore i’m going to work with everyone to get out of here and kill the mastermind’ announcement in chapter 4 after being forced to reevaluate everything, and then immediately he is thrown into a situation where he has to distrust the others once again. 

the fact that he is so angry at kyoko for refusing to explain what she’s doing all the time by herself, and seemingly refuse to disclose her talent, is because he wants to trust her. but he can’t. and then him lashing out at kyoko and taking her room key is what ends up allowing her to pass the guilty verdict off to makoto since she can claim she couldn’t get in her room. byakuya what have you wrought. 

anyway so i mostly think chapter 5 was a naegami win, but i started thinking about like. the time between makoto falling into the abyss and kyoko following him. i cannot remember if i read a fic like this already but like…i imagine kyoko goes to talk to byakuya before she leaves. she knows if she and makoto both end up dead, byakuya is kind of the group’s leader in their absence, so she might want to let him know. 

so here’s the question. does byakuya, still confused and bitter about having to vote for someone he didn’t believe would kill anyone, give a shit that kyoko might be about to die? i think on the outside he has nothing to say to her at this point, but on the inside he’s started to realize he does care about these people and he doesn’t want to lose another one. but the possibility of getting makoto back means he won’t do anything to stop her. 

so what i’m saying is. it’s because of makoto’s execution that byakuya hates kyoko the most he ever does, but it’s also because of losing makoto that he realizes he doesn’t want to lose kyoko either, even when he still can’t trust her.

UM on a lighter note togiri is fun because sometimes byakuya is very stupid and kyoko is like how do you still think that you’re as smart as me? what is wrong with your brain you foolish man? and kyoko is wayyy better at hiding her emotions and never outwardly reacting to things than byakuya is. like imagine them doing anything together in a casual setting. 

like you know the school mode dialogue where byakuya doesn’t know what the toy vending machine is and demands makoto explain it to him? that’s adorable but imagine the togiri version of that. byakuya (understandably) kind of views makoto like a golden retriever, like he’s not trying to keep his guard up around him because he cannot imagine makoto posing a threat. but he absolutely can imagine kyoko posing a threat, whether to his life or his dignity. so if he’s ever in a situation with kyoko where he has to ask her to explain some commoner thing to him, he’s trying way harder to act calm and collected about it, but she sees RIGHT through him because he’s a dummy who thinks he can have a facade up around a detective. 

so i think from byakuya’s side of things togiri is about him learning to trust kyoko and learning that she is kinder than she lets on (even if she will make fun of him, more than makoto would, for not knowing basic shit, she’ll still explain things to him and not embarrass him too much because she doesn’t actually enjoy making people feel dumb) and he can start to let his guard down around her even when her being smarter than him AND having her emotional shit together better is frightening to his weird rich brain. 

from kyoko’s side i think byakuya interests her for the same reasons i think he’s interesting as a character. his actions are absolutely batshit sometimes, but in a twisted way they do make sense. he’s a weird rude mystery. but boy does kyoko enjoy a mystery. byakuya’s not going to just tell her his backstory like he does to makoto, again makoto is basically a therapy dog, so kyoko has to start figuring him out. during the killing game figuring out this one weirdo’s motivations is not her highest priority, but i think afterwards when they start working together and she has to have a strong understanding of who’s on her side, she would start questioning him the same way he questioned her during the game. and like before but flipped around, this is happening because she wants to be able to trust him. (if you think i’m implying from this series of events that byakuya starts to fall for kyoko long before she is interested in him at all: you are correct.) 

and i think kyoko, once she starts to trust him, does appreciate a lot of byakuya’s qualities, like the fact he is so sure of himself nearly all the time. again, i think byakuya’s not as good at faking anything as kyoko. i think his arrogance is real and most of what he says is exactly how he feels. (MOST of it. obviously he has his funny obvious tsundere ass moments occasionally.) meanwhile kyoko has to fake her confidence constantly. my interpretation of her character is she isn’t very socially outgoing, so combined with her severe amnesia, literally her confidence in her abilities being erased from her mind, that’s why she needs makoto to help carry the trials during the killing game. she is always calm but she is always hiding. she has to fake the confidence that byakuya was born with. so what i’m saying is byakuya is the one to be like ‘excuse me she asked for no pickles’ 

another potential area i wanna think about re: togiri is just the topic of their families, particularly their fathers, but also their family legacies that they both carry. kyoko is the detective her father didn’t want to be. byakuya is the heir who fought and won his place just like his father. kyoko was abandoned because her father didn’t want to be part of the chain and she resents him for it. byakuya went through a situation that was in his mind comparable to the killing game because he wanted so badly to be the next link in the chain. kyoko came to hope’s peak to see her father again and found him dead, and byakuya came to hope’s peak as his family’s representative and then was told he was the last one living. 

so um yeah i’m just gonna stop here i think that’s most of my thoughts currently this was..a lot LOL thank you for giving me an excuse to ramble

[jerzwriter]

Sunday Six

Hello Everyone!

So the next couple weeks will be T & C heavy as I get them up to speed for their big day. But I will try to get Ethan & Kaycee or Eli & Zoe content up as well.

Once Tobias & Casey are officially The Carricks, then my focus will be on starting my WTD HC for Eli & Zoe and the Reset AU for Ethan & Kaycee.

Since I gave myself a little breather on The Carrick Wedding, that will enable me to get Vegas wrapped up too.

Snippets below! - Tags are not working - again - so I will RB and tag when they are.

Open Heart

Vegas | Ethan Ramsey x Kaycee MacClennan (F!MC)

"Ethan..."

"Not now, Naveen! This has been a horrendous day, and I am not up for a lecture. Set me an Outlook invite. We can do it another time."

"Ethan, I'm not here to lecture you, but...."

"No! Not today, Naveen. That's final!"

"Sometimes we don't get a choice, son. I'm afraid there's been an accident."

Just You and I | Tobias Carrick x Casey MacTavish (F!MC)

Tobias had barely unlocked the door, and Casey took off. He followed her slowly. He knew she desired space, but he knew his fiance well enough to know she needed comfort, too.

He opened the door to find her thrown on the bed, her face buried in a pillow, sobbing.

"May I come in?" he whispered. He was seated behind her, lovingly rubbing circles on her back the moment she nodded. "What can I do, baby? I know they're driving you crazy."

"This was all a mistake," she cried. "It really was a terrible mistake."

Wake the Dead

Unnamed Fic | Eli Sipes x Zoe Rivera (F!MC)

The wind was blowing as Zoe took stepped into her stance, but not so fiercely that it should impact her shot. Setting her sights on her target, she pulled back her bow and released... and missed.

"Damn it!"

She was inexplicably off her game the past few days, and with danger at every turn, this wasn't a time when she could afford to make foolish mistakes.

"I don't know why I'm so off," she growled, quickly reaching for another arrow in frustration.

Eli walked toward her, "I think I do. You're worried, so you're overthinking. You know what to do. Don't convince yourself otherwise."

"But my aim is...."

"Get into position," he instructed, slipping up behind her. "If you just do it like this...."

One of his hands covered hers as his other fell to her hip, shifting her gently into place. He was so close she could feel the heat radiating off his body, the electricity between them undeniable. She wondered if he felt it too. There was a reason for them being there, but for a moment, for Zoe, it was lost. Unable to h hold back any longer, she fell back into him, so naturally, it was as if a magnet pulled her in place. It felt so comfortable, so right... Until...

"Zoe," he jumped back, "What are you doing?"

[failedintsave]

Skwis for the love hcs

[Love HCs]

Thank you for enabling me jsddfghsk

Skwisgaar

When they discover they’ve got a crush:

Poor fella is gonna stress himself out. He'll realize something is different when he can't get them off his mind, despite the multitude of distractions available to him. Then comes the panic. When, how? Why can't he stop thinking of them, why does every little thing remind him of them, what if they don't feel the same way no that's impossible he's Skwisgaar Skwigelf OH GOD BUT WHAT IF THEY DON'T. Lots of hyper-focused speed drills while he tries to organize his thoughts

How they confess/hint:

He drops hints by teasing and play-fighting. Not the most mature approach, but it stands out from his usual methods of flirting with someone he's only superficially interested in (sweet talking and softball compliments). It's a little bit of a defense mechanism too, because it lets him maintain his distance in case the interest isn't mutual

Big gestures of love:

Besides spending stupid amounts of money on gifts or trips, this is probably gonna manifest in the bedroom. Skwisgaar is better at showing than telling, and letting his performer's perfectionism slip behind closed doors is a big step despite being the opposite of a grand, showy gesture. When sex becomes less about the physical gratification and more about the emotional connection, he's showing just how much the relationship means to him.

Little gestures of love:

Skwisgaar will do the things he'd normally pawn off on the servants, like hanging up his partner's coat for them or fetching a favorite snack because they made an offhand comment about having the munchies. He'll also allow pretty liberal use of his things, loaning clothes and sharing toiletries, but the teasing will come back as he complains about all his expensive, hand-selected, limited-edition things being used up. It's playful, no matter the rarity he can always get more. He likes when his partner enjoys the same things he does

How to win their heart:

Show up for him. Be supportive and make him feel safe. Stay.

How to break their heart:

Ghost him. He's got such crippling abandonment issues, if he was seriously involved with someone and they did this, it would set him waaaay back on ever opening up to anyone again. He'd feel foolish for ever trusting it would work, and his walls would grow another layer thicker.

Tiny little turn-ons:

Compliments will get him preening, but they'd better be creative because groupies have exhausted all the obvious stuff (he still likes to hear it, just doesn't do as much for him. Same for dirty talk). Neck kisses. Watching his partner work on something they're passionate about.

Big turn-ons:

His partner taking control—but he won't bring it up, it has to be discovered organically.

Things that make their heart flutter:

Playing with his hair, listening and engaging with his infodumps, getting to be the little spoon

Their type:

Physically: no type.

Personality-wise: he likes someone who can challenge him without being combative about it, who pushes him to do better and helps give him perspective on things he might not look twice at.

Goes without saying: must have an appreciation for music beyond simple likes and dislikes of certain genres. It's way too important to him, he'd find it difficult to connect with someone who can't carry on a conversation in this arena

Ideal date:

Something that doesn't require a lot of filling silences with exhausting small talk. A movie or concert, followed by drinks and dinner. His social meter will probably start running out after being out for a while, so home for sex, lounging around in the afterglow while he plays guitar. Share a shower (probably more sex) then cuddling and sleep.

Past relationships:

Nothing serious to speak of, really. He wasn't with his girlfriend in Sweden for very long, but it was comfortable while it lasted and gave him a tiny taste of domesticity which he was surprised he liked so much.

How they might affect current relationships:

She was a little upset since he basically just up and left, but he called and explained after the dust settled. Skwisgaar has no intention of rekindling that particular relationship, and not much more to even visit home any time soon, but better to clear the air than have a drink thrown in his face if he ever wandered back into Malmsteen's pub.

‘Goals’ in a relationship (marriage, kids, a house, etc):

None of the above, Skwisgaar just wants to be loved, full stop. He wants someone who knows him and cares about him, not for what he can give them, just for who he is.

Any other love headcanons:

With the number of people he's been with and the casual nature of so many hookups, he may have a bit of a problem with wandering eyes and empty flirting out of mere routine. If his partner is agreeable to the idea of an open relationship, Skwisgaar does his best to respect the ground rules they establish together. If they're not so keen on that plan, he'll be as mindful as possible about his past habits. Words aren't his forte, but love requires communication, and having these discussions and check-ins with his partner are important to him.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Hcs of Candy and Jason taking group therapy please?

Been a while since I've written one of these~

There's a slight tension in the air as the two of them sit across from each other in this week's group therapy session, everyone is paired off with new partners, and it seems that neither of them wishes to be the one that speaks first in this situation, the two of them avoiding eye contact as they rest there, hunched up in their seats.

It's not that the two of them dislike each other, in fact, they can be quite good friends when the mood hits them. It's rather the fact that both of them are incredibly closed off to others, that neither of them like sharing their pasts with others, and it causes a silent divide between the two of them as neither of them are sure how to break the ice first. With Slender's watchful eyes on their backs, it's Candy that will break the silence first. It's a simple question, really, just a "How have you been?" But the tone, the setting, all of it has the walls they'd unknowingly pent up around each other for so long to come tumbling down around them, although neither of them seem to mind that fact now. 

Jason breaks the most first, spilling out his guts to Candy about all of the emotions he'd never been able to break his facade enough to share, and Candy readily picks up all of those newly broken pieces, sharing his own history with Jason. About all of the things, he regrets from his past, about all the people he misses, about what it's like having to live with his darker side. Jason opens up about the Overworld, about all the hatred and vitriol he's felt about it and himself all these years, all these things that neither of them could tell the other before, but now... Suddenly it just feels right, in this situation, for them to count on one another, as they had before in so many other circumstances, in so many other situations that just weren't as personal as this one. It does them good, brings them closer, and makes them more dependent on each other. It's given them both a new lifeline, one they feel foolish about not having taken soon.

[ruinaimagines]

ooooh how about some hcs for happy teddy bear angela (+ some with a SO)... ive been redoing floor realizations and shes been breaking my heart </3 id let her break my ribs in a hug </3

Bear hugs but to the extreme. You may absolutely have some hcs for happy teddy bear angela! Also my break has finally started so I should hopefully be able to catch up faster with some of these requests.

Happy Teddy Bear Angela Headcannons + with S/O:

Angela in the form of The Forgotten centers heavily about the neglect she has faced from Ayin, and the praise and acknowledgement she never got. From the moment she was created, she was already set to uphold expectations of being someone else, and when she failed to fulfill that impossible goal, all she was faced with was coldness.

She hates that she was meant as a replacement rather than her own self, and was viewed more as a failed experiment than her own person. At the same time, she holds this desire to be accepted by him as well. She wants to feel like she’s enough because she never had anyone tell her she was, but it results in the person she despises most being the one she wishes was proud of her.

It was a long and excruciating time until she came to the full conclusion that she would never be viewed as she wished by him. She didn’t even get a reason as to why, instead she was left just with the knowledge that she did something ‘wrong’. But how can you improve if you’re never told what the problem is? All her efforts were in vain.

She fears the idea of waiting a long time for her ideas and goals to come to fruition as a result of this. The possibility of them never happening because she was too foolish to acknowledge it’s too late, or that it will never come terrorizes her conciousness constantly.

It’s why she’s so desperate to cling onto immediate happiness. At least that way there would be a guarantee she would get something out of it. She couldn’t possibly go through another process of neglect and mistreatment if her goal was so close, right?

I believe in this form she wouldn’t really be harmful out of the floor realization. The whole idea surrounding her in this state is that she is touch starved, not that she’s crazed and reckless.

The most violent thing that would come out of her is just underestimating her strength and maybe squeezing someone too tight in a hug. It’s not intentional by any means, and if you say you’re being hurt she’ll immediately let go.

She’s honestly the perfect choice out of anyone to be affectionate with. Not only are you helping her by making her feel less lonely, but she’s just pretty friendly and soft in general.

Angela is a bit upset with not feeling like enough, but it’s something you can manage to pull her out of or distract her from with the time that you are with her. If you give her something else to distract her mind, and fulfill the very attention she is yearning for, she will be so appreciative.

I don’t think she’d cry, but you can see the expression on her face, just the amount that it means to her when you begin telling her all these things no one has before. She’s spent so long living in the shadow of someone she never knew, and to finally be recognized for who she is is possibly one of the best gifts she could receive.

You let her know that her perseverance is recognized, that people do care for her, and that you are proud. I will say as a warning though, the moment you speak these words it’s essentially a cue for her to wrap her giant arms around you and hug you.

The oxygen is squeezed out of your lungs, and it’s probably by far the most intense hug you’ve ever gotten, but it’s absolutely worth it. She lets go of you moments later, probably just long enough to make sure there’s no broken bones or you don’t pass out from lack of air.

It’s times like these that she knows she loves you dearly, even if her mind is a bit torn between troubles and how to feel. Her fondness for you will always shine through no matter how thick the emotional fog in her head is.

I imagine as they are sourced from a teddy bear, the paws she has have a worn down but still soft feel to them. It’s slightly matted down, but not necessarily messy or uncomfortable. The stuffing seems to stay pretty lodged in there too which prevents a possible mess.

You know how old books are? You can tell they’ve been passed around, been read multiple times, and cared for. It’s like that, the quality of fur doesn’t detract from the value, just adds more history to it.

Now I have no idea how efficient this would actually be in battle, but the claws have the same feel as plastic. It’s like an actual stuffed animal, and while they are sharp they’re not like blades of the sort. I’m assuming because Happy Teddy Bear’s danger comes more from its strong embrace instead of slashing, this wouldn’t be too much of an issue in combat.

Just as the abnormality her E.G.O is sourced from, Angela is a bit rougher in appearance because of the sort of torn condition that Happy Teddy Bear was in. If you want to help brush through her hair, maybe get some towels just to clean the dirt off her cheeks, she would absolutely let you.

She’s in an especially clingy state, so I will say that once you hold onto her, she isn’t leaving your side anytime soon. She’ll link, or at least try to, her arm through yours as you walk through the library should you have to move locations.

She’s an actual pillow, and she’d love to carry you if you let her. She has two giant strong arms, and if you say ‘hey can you pick me up’ she will. It’s not difficult for her at all, as that's where her main source of strength comes from.

Please cuddle her. She is actually dying for any kind of affection; she just doesn’t know how to say it. Those giant arms of hers will be used to cradle you if you want, they are extremely long and will wrap all the way around you one way or another.

Will bury her face into you. She does it randomly, and will just sit there for a couple minutes while relaxing to the slow rise and fall of your chest. If you place your own arms around her while she’s doing this, she might actually become so comfortable she falls asleep.

If she’s laying on your lap and your hair is long enough for it, and if you’re fine with her doing so, she will just start twirling loose strands and playing with it. She’s very gentle, but she gets so fascinated and immersed that sometimes you’ll have to call her name multiple times before she snaps back to reality.

As much as she loves hugging you, I think that she would absolutely swoon if you’re the one who comes up to her and surprises her with affection. It just feels like at long last someone is listening to her wishes and she’s so happy that it happens to be you.

You know how I said she just buries into you sometimes? She might do this and start mumbling about how she loves you. It’s kind of muffled so you’ll have to ask her for clarification, but it’s extremely heartwarming.

I will say that if you two are laying down together, she does shift a lot. Have you ever been so excited or happy to finally release a pent up emotion that you just sort of don’t know what to do with yourself? That’s what it is with her. She keeps moving around because she has no idea how to exert this feeling of hers, so it sort of manifests in restless movement.

In the end if you just want someone that you can be as clingy with as you want, she is one of the best contestants out of the floor realizations.

[snailsgoingdowntown]

congrats for reaching 100+ followers!

and can I request some hc or scenario for yandere / possesive xiao with fem!reader who already had a lover? They are a close friend but become distant after traveler came and she doesn't want to burden him. He will kidnap her and slowly the reader have a stockholm syndrome.

thank you so much <3

Sure! And thank you!! The ending is a bit rushed since I ran out of ideas... Sorry about that. I hope you'll enjoy it regardless!

Xiao x fem! Reader

Warnings: general yandere themes, thoughts of homicide/murder, abduction, implied Stockholm Syndrome at the end, one suggestive line but it's not that bad, mention of past death of minor (characters that aren't as important as the main character(s) and not necessary underaged) characters, implied violence, unhealthy relationship, unhealthy thought and mind process, unhealthy behaviors, attempt of drugging.

Disclaimer: I do not condone the actions and behaviors that take place in this piece of fiction. These actions and behaviors should not be considered normal or even romantic in any setting for they are very toxic and very dangerous. This is NOT a healthy relationship.

Written on mobile. Some under cut since mobile lies to me about how long something is.

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He should have known, really. From the moment he decided to stay, to allow you to break down his walls, he should have known. Because Xiao lives a life full of suffering, unable to keep anything dear to him, always having it ripped away from his bloodied hands. And it's always ripped away because he does not deserve it - he does not deserve the sweetest thing that ever came into his life. Because then he would stain it the brightest and ugliest red.

He didn't deserve you.

Even so, there's a foolish side of him that wants to have and keep you. He wants to have you in the most wholesome and sinful ways possible. But he is unable to for multiple reasons, and honestly, he tried his damn hardest to keep these urges, these feelings, at bay, hidden underneath everything that is both holy and dammed to hell. But alas it didn't work, and now he was going insane. He can't have you.

For you have another. And unlike Xiao, his hands weren't stained such an ugly red, his innocence still present and not rotten away. And Xiao understands why your lover was still innocent. Because he never took part in war, he never lost his freedom, he never was forced to eat snow to live, he never had to make a choice. And that's something Xiao resents him for, a bit.

But he mostly resents him because he has you.

"Xiao, are you alright?"

He's brought out of his daze when you gently touch his arm, worry written all over your face. He didn't realize you were calling out to him, nor did he notice the tea cup that never touched his lips in his hands. All he was aware of was his thoughts and how nice to be, if you had loved him instead. But you don't love him and that makes him become more bitter on the inside. And it's starting to hurt.

"Yes. Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts." He finally takes a sip, but your gaze is burning holes through his body. It's painfully hot and he hopes you don't realise his feelings for you just yet. Not yet, not yet. He's not ready. And he's not sure if he'll be ready. Because you might distance yourself from him if you were to find out how much he loves you.

And he won't be able to handle that, not when you brought color to his world once more. Not when you broke down his walls. Not when you showed him what happiness was, once again. Not when you became his reason to smile, even if it was a rare occurrence.

"Would you like to talk about it?"

"I'm not ready to talk about it, just yet. Soon though."

That's right. He has a plan. A plan that will most likely make you hate him, despise him, even. And he would be lying if he said it would not affect him. Because it would, and it would leave a bitter and sour taste in his mouth, so much so that it would bleed. He doesn't deserve you, he can't have you fully. But he will get you, in one way or another. Even if you don't want him.

"Alright then... You can always talk to me. Remember that."

--

When he first met the traveler, Lumine, he thought she was an angel, of sorts. Of course they don't exist, but hope can make someone foolish. And what was his hope, one might ask?

Hope that you'll learn to love him.

"... I see. So you're trying to figure out where your brother is? And you have a lead?" It's been a few months since he first met her, and she was... Fine. She wasn't you, but she also wasn't annoying as other mortals are. But he is wondering why she's leaving out certain details. Details he won't dig for, as it was none of his concern.

"Yes. I just wanted to know if you've seen abyss mages recently..."

"Abyss mages? What for?"

"... They're... Connected to my brother, in a way..."

He wants to ask, he really does, but the time for your usual visit is so close. And he wants to be alone with you, even for a minute. He's tired of waiting, and a minute is all he needs, if you drink the tea he prepared. A minute to make sure you can't escape, to make sure your boyfriend won't leave his house alive after today. He usually won't hurt people directly, but this one time can slide...

"I see. If you don't want to tell me the full details, that's fine. But will it put Liyue in danger?"

"If I work fast enough, it shouldn't - they shouldn't. If you find one, can you... Get information out of it? Information about the Abyss order. Please."

There's desperation in her voice, her eyes wide and teary. He almost feels bad for her. Because be knows what it's like to loose a loved one. Or many, for that fact. He just hopes he won't lose you. He shouldn't, if his plan works out today. "... Alright. I'll do that. But in return, I would like for you to leave, right now. I have... An appointment, with someone."

He will regret not pushing her away immediately though, for you had come in on the scene. At first, you were surprised, but then slowly, a small smile painted your lips. And just like that, Xiao's plan failed. All because he didn't notice you. All because he didn't push Lumine away. All because he reacted far too slow.

He didn't expect a hug. He didn't expect a small "thank you", he didn't expect the smell of flowers filling his noise. And he didn't expect for his body to releax. He's a bit glad. He doesn't want to kill her by reflex.

--

It would be an understatement, to say he was simply pissed. He was furious, desperate, confused and depressed. You had started to avoid him - well, not necessarily him, but avoided being alone with him. There was a knowing glint in your eye, and for a second, he was worried you figured out his plan. Instead, what he got was...

"I support you, Xiao! You and Lumine would look cute together! That's one reason I'm not alone with you anymore... The other being, well, my boyfriend is uncomfortable with me being alone with another man. I hope you understand."

No. No. No, no, no, no, NO!

Thats not what he wanted!

"You -! You damn cluess mortal-!" Xiao's hands had gripped your shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric. You're scared, he can see the scared look on his face, but it didn't matter to him. Not after everything he's done to ensure that you would be his -!

"Can't you see I want you!? Why else would I allow you to stay for so long, why else would I stay around, too!? Why else would I come back to you, if I didn't have an interest in you!?"

You were speechless, to put it lightly. And horrified. Horrified of him, that crazed look in his eyes sending unpleasant chills down your spine. And for a moment, you thought they flashed green.

You don't remember much, after that. You just know that Xiao is your lover now, and you wait for him everyday all day, acting like the perfect housewife.