#and thank you for the kind words btw!!! :D

[penumbra-mayhem]

ehehehehehehe >:)

#btw i know i can just skip past the stuttering but i always love to take my time with it and read through every stutter #idk i just think it adds so much character to them

^^^^ omg omg omg thank u so much for saying/doing this, now i'm gonna talk a lot lol:

I put a lot of thought into Darlin's stutter.

In my fics, you can tell where we are in the timeline based on how Darlin' talks and how much they talk. If they have no stutter, it's before Quinn attacks their friend. If they stutter but they barely talk at all (mostly just single words) it's before they meet Sam. As they grow closer with Sam, they begin talking more. So earlier on in their relationship, they talk less than they do like in this fic, which is pretty much the present moment.

There are particular words, letters, and sounds that Darlin' stutters more on. They tend to repeat the words 'I', 'it', and 'at' (ex. I-I, it-it). The letters/sounds T, W, P, M, B, L, and N tend to be what catch Darlin's stutter more, but they still sometimes stutter on other letters/sounds, especially when their emotions are heightened.

When they are relaxed/calm/unemotionally affected, their stutter is less pronounced. They still stutter but instead of 'wwwwwhy n-n-n-n-not?', it'll be more like 'wwhy n-not?'. When they are feeling any strong emotions (especially negative, but it can also be positive), they stutter more. They feel big emotions a lot of the time, though, so this doesn't even really feel relevant lol.

I also try to write variance into their stuttering, just like there is variance in stutters in real life. So for Darlin', usually letters like 'w' and 'm' are going to be elongated like 'wwwwwoah' and 'mmmmine'. Whereas letters like 't' and 'p' are going to have a more staccato sound, like 't-t-t-to' and 'p-p-p-please'.

(There is also another variation in stuttering where there is a pause/silence before the person says a sound/word, but I can't figure out how to write that other than using ellipses. However, using '...' to me tends to read more as hesitance or an intentional slowing or pausing of speech, so I'm still working on how to add that kind of stuttering into my writing and Darlin's speech pattern.)

anyway, thank u for reading my fic and commenting!! <3 sorry this is so much information but i really like talking about my writing and how i write and nobody asked for this but here us go :D

The Answer - Sam/Darlin’ fic

Darlin’ gives Sam their answer on whether or not they want to be a vampire.

(I hc Darlin’ with a stutter, more on that here)

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Sam had woken in the late evening, bed empty next to him from when Darlin’ had left for a gig hours before. Having no work that night, he carried through his “morning” routine in languor, record playing, windows open, coffee brewing.

He filled the time waiting for Darlin’s return researching new places to live. The new position Gabriela had offered him paid well, but certainly less than he made now. Once he officially left the Solaire House, they’d have to downsize considerably and possibly (he shuddered at the thought) move closer to the city.

Just after 1 am, Sam heard the rumble of Darlin’s bike as they pulled up to the house. Rising from his desk, he headed to the front door to greet them. They beat him to it, rushing inside as they yanked their gloves from their hands and shucked their jacket off.

“Hey,” Sam started, his voice quickly dying in his throat, “How was…work…”

Darlin’ was fumbling with the strap of their helmet, a weak whine leaking from their throat as they struggled. Sam closed the distance between them and grasped their hands, drawing them away from the strap and replacing them with his own.

He unclasped it and slid the helmet off, taking care to not catch it on any of their piercings, before placing it on the coat rack.

Sam could feel Darlin’s core whirring. “Rough gig?” he asked, wincing when Darlin’ actively avoided his gaze.

They gave a half-shrug, their voice feeble, “Something l-l-l-like tha-that.”

Then they were retreating towards the door, muttering before Sam could speak, “I-I-I’m going for-for a run.”

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The next few hours were…tense. Sam tried to keep up the house hunt, but found himself staring at an empty search bar until his eyes were strained and his head was buzzing.

He finished his coffee, refilled his mug, then downed it again. He cranked the volume up on his record player and kept the front door open so he could hear the music from the porch.

Nothing could calm his nerves. Not the music. Not the crickets and frogs. Not even the coffee. He sat on the top porch step, resigned to wait for Darlin’, unable to focus on anything else until he knew they were okay.

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Sam could smell them before he could see them; the wind carried their sharp, smoky scent through the trees. That alone helped to ease his anxiety a bit.

Soon after, Darlin’ stalked out of the surrounding forest, still in their shifted form. Tongue hanging from their open jaw, their breath came out in heavy pants as they made their way to the house.

He said nothing as they approached. Instead, he placed his mug down beside him and scanned their body from afar for any injuries they might have sustained on their run.

Claws clicked against wood as Darlin’ climbed the porch steps and heaved their head onto Sam’s lap. His hands untangled the wind from their fur with delicate fingers and careful strokes; the two stayed that way for a long time before Darlin’ shifted back.

They kept their head in Sam’s lap. They didn’t move at all.

Sam was about to break the silence when they finally found their voice.

“I-I can’t d-do it-it.”

Sam’s hands only halted in their hair for a moment before continuing. After they didn’t elaborate, he asked, “Do what?”

Darlin’ didn’t respond. Tracing his fingertips down their left arm, he brought their clenched fist to his lips before asking again, “Darlin’, what can’t you do?”

Darlin’ slowly pulled their hand out of Sam’s grasp, then raised their head from his lap. Making themself into a ball on the step, they continued to avoid Sam’s gaze, looking down at the steps before them instead. They took a trembling breath.

Then it came out, all at once, their voice thick with guilt:

“I-I’ve b-b-b-been thinking since y-you asked mmmme—and-and then t-t-t-today sssomeone mmmade a-a joke at-at wwwork about mmme t-turning. They d-didn’t even knnnnow you asked b-but it-it just…I…I-I can’t t-t-turn. I’m sorry.”

Sam’s stomach turned.

“It’s nnnot b-b-because I-I don’t wwwant t-to b-be wwwwith you. I-I p-p-promise. I’ve just wwworked so-so hard to get wwwwwhere I-I am wwwith the p-pack and wwwith mmmy own wwwwolf, and I-I don’t wwwant to l-lose that—b-but I-I don’t wwwant to l-lose you either…I-I’m ssso sorry.”

There it was again, that apology. It made Sam’s stomach sour.

Darlin’ looked scared shitless. They stayed completely still as Sam scooted closer to them and wrapped his arms around their tightened frame. Even when he pulled them into his chest, even when he kissed the top of their head and ran his fingers through their hair, they didn’t move. All their movement was centered in their chest, their heart a flurry of palpitations.

“You have nothin’ to apologize for, love. Absolutely nothin’,” he promised, kissing their head once again, “I’m so glad you told me. I’m so…” He took a moment to steady himself as the tears pooling in his eyes threatened to crack his voice. “I’m so proud of you.”

Darlin’ pulled back in confusion, asking, “P-Proud?” They blanched at the sight of Sam’s glassy eyes. “Y-You’re crying.”

“Happy tears, darlin’,” he assured them as said tears began to slide down his cheeks. Despite the fear and uncertainty of how Sam really felt lodged in their chest, Darlin’ couldn’t help but reach out to brush the tears away. Sam leaned into their touch instinctively, pressing his cheek and then his lips into their palm.

“I’m proud that you told me,” he explained, his voice muffled by their hand. As he moved closer, they dropped their hand. Sam let them, holding their gaze whenever their flitting eyes met his.

“I know that must have been scary—terrifyin’, really, if it felt anythin’ like it did for me when I asked you about turnin’. So yes, I’m proud that you told me.”

He grasped Darlin’s hands. As more tears appeared, their paths were pulled into the lines of his beaming smile. “I’m proud that you made the choice you wanted, not what you thought I wanted. And I’m so happy you get to make that choice. That you get to decide whether you turn or not. That’s why I asked in the first place. To let you know that it was your decision. No one else’s.”

“You’re nnnot disap-p-pointed?”

Sam pulled them into his arms once more, kissing their lips before answering, “Never. I’m not disappointed. I don’t feel betrayed. There is only pride and love in my heart for you.”

“I-I’m gonna grow old,” they admitted, their arms tight around his torso.

“Yes. And what a beautiful thing.”

“…b-but you wwwon’t.”

Sam frowned. “Maybe not physically. But in spirit? In the ways that matter? We’ll grow old together.”

Darlin’ kissed his shoulder before pulling their head back and meeting Sam’s gaze, a delicate smile on their lips.

“I-I’d l-l-like that.”

[blinkees]

request for @undertastic-selfships!

[fatuismooches]

Hiii, after reading a part of your fragile!reader brainrots (which are absolutely amazing and original) I thought about how the reader would reach when meeting the traveler or even Nahihi because Dottore isn't a big fan (obviously) and in my mind he likes blames the gods so how would the reader be like? Would they be angry, understanding? I can think about a lot of different scenarios

Anyway have a great day/night! ^^

Fragile reader interacting with Traveler and Nahida rots my brain often. I think I already have quite a few brainrots/a fic about you meeting Traveler, but overall, you dislike them. Obviously, they're an enemy of the Fatui, and you know agents under Dottore who were hurt by them that you liked a lot. They also got Signora killed indirectly, and while you weren't the closest with her, you respected her will to go on even after her husband's death. Something you weren't sure you'd be able to do. Fragile reader would like to toy with and mock the Traveler, only being cordial to them if Dottore would like them to for the sake of business. However, perhaps there are some times when the Traveler would catch them accidentally being vulnerable.

Nahida, on the other hand, well, you'd rather not even think of her. Especially if we're following the canon timeline where Dottore deletes his segments (I reject it in my heart) Reader wouldn't even be able to be in the same room as Nahida. The only God you pay any respect to is Her Highness the Tsaritsa for what she has done for you and Zandik. While Dottore isn't outwardly hostile to her, you don't cut any words. You refuse to be polite. Not just because you hate the Gods for cursing you with this illness, it hurts your heart to see Dottore rejected from his homeland so blatantly.

However, Nahida would be very curious about you. She finds that you are similar yet different from the Doctor. He's purely logical, yet you're good at reading emotions and people. The Archon wants to know what someone like him sees in you. What you see in him. Because she couldn't figure out the answer by herself.

[tianhai03]

Hey, this is my first time colouring someone else’s work. I really like your art, you’re one of my fave dmc artists. So I wanted to colour one of your drawings. Feel free to post this with or without credit, I don’t mind either. I hope you like it, I had a lot of fun colouring this ✨💜🫶🫶

HI?!?!??!? HELLO?!???!?? IVE SEEN YOUR ART IN PASSING A FEW TIMES AND I ALWAYS LIKED YOUR COLORING STYLE THANK YOU FOR COLORING MY ART HOLY SHIT

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

okay so i somehow survived this week's exam combo (still not done with them but at least i'm getting the weekend ig hh :'D)

and i wanted to animate something small and silly but i dunno who to draw, so i'm finally testing these polls out hehehe

i just went with the bad sans gang cause i felt like it, but do tell me in the tags/comments/asks if there's someone else you'd rather see 👀

[thelvadams]

Is there a promo for the Christmas special out??? I see your gifs (lovely, btw, thank you for sharing with us!) but I can't find the actual promo itself. If you please have a link I'd love you forever. But either way, again thank you so much for sharing your gifs with us.

hi! maybe you've already seen it since sending this, but it's the next time trailer from the official doctor who youtube channel - hope this helps!

[ashtxrie]

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— alternatively, enhypen maknaes as your typical high school crush!

PAIR. high school! enhypen maknaes x gn!reader (rest under cut) GENRE. fluff, high school au, bullet points WORD COUNT. 1.8k total HYUNG LINE VER.

김선우 — kim sunoo

candy hearts, spotify playlists, good morning texts, easy laughter, crescent smiles

in high school, sunoo's known as being super friendly and sociable

and because of that, he has a ton of friends

like he basically knows everyone

you and sunoo have definitely talked before, and you may have had a teensy tiny crush on him from your... downward of five interactions

he's kind of like your hallway crush!

however, you DON'T know that he has had a crush on you for FOREVER

like a MASSIVE one! SINCE MIDDLE SCHOOL

and his friends are SICK AND TIRED of hearing about it

man's dedicated because he really saw you in every single one of your phases and STILL decides to like you. he's a real one

he's so whipped like he's hitting up the group chat (named "en- gang" by riki btw) at 1 in the morning being like

"GUESS WHAT?!!! she smiled at me today ☺️ i forgot to tell you all"

everyone is so done

"did you talk to her though"

"NO. i'm getting there"

"all you did was make eye contact for the past month be srs rn"

so one day jay and jungwon (your mutual friends), who were in the same english class as you both, were feeling DEVIOUS

it was the fall semester final project, and it was supposed to be worked on in teams of 2 to 3

"bro you are NOT working on it with us the love of your life is literally RIGHT there"

jay and jungwon took matters into their own hands and forcefully excluded sunoo ("you guys are so fake")

so now, with no other option, he had to approach you!

"do you have a group already? if not, we could work together?"

wait wtf he didn't say that

hey....

it was YOU???

you approached him first??? he was SHOCKED

tried to play it cool but his smile gave away how happy he was

"yes!!!! let's work together!!!!! :)"

the project actually went so well he has literally never been happier typing away on that document every night

updates the group chat periodically too

"when we were working on the google doc at 2 am in the morning our cursors went over each other’s & it was like we were holding hands :>>"

"how do i unsubscribe"

"you're just mad because you've never been in love <333"

secretly sunoo's thanking his friends though because now you guys are basically close friends!

while doing the project together you started talking about school, friends, life, and everything in between

talking with you just seemed so natural, and sunoo wonders why he was so afraid of it before

i'd like to think that with you, sunoo doesn't feel the need to always put on the bubbly and outgoing side of him

sometimes, he can just be quiet and calm sunoo with you, and the silence feels so comfortable and safe

you start hanging out more and more, and soon you've met so many people through sunoo that they think of you whenever they think of him too

it's like a package deal!

throughout this time he's still madly in love with you btw

he just wants to take things slow! he didn't want to scare you away or anything

and yes, the gc is STILL getting their daily sunooyn Down Bad News Network

"today during lunch she gave me a yakult bottle, i think she’s starting to like me back! :D"

he does Not know you've liked him all this time

the mutual pining is crazy

he (finally) confesses after a whole YEAR

he's super nervous about it, has possible plan b's scripted and sat through 30 minutes of youtube subliminal audios the day before for extra good luck

after he says his whole heartfelt confession, he gives you this handwritten letter with all of his favorite moments with you in the past year, complete with spotify codes next to each one that links to a specific song he thought of at the time

you teared up a bit because oh my gosh it was so cute he was so cute and your heart just melted

you told him you've liked him since forever too and he was FLABBERGASTED

you both also reveal that you've BOTH had hidden spotify playlists dedicated for each other???

let's just say that even years later, the 'en- gang' group chat would NEVER let sunoo live down his digital footprint

양정원 — yang jungwon

strawberries, honors classes, coming of age, familiarity, inside jokes, paper rings

your childhood best friend

who just so happens to also be mr student council president, king of extracurriculars, resident academic powerhouse

and also a LITTLE SHIT about it

since elementary school, you've got some friendly (and not-so-friendly) rivalry going on

"we both know who’s going to get the higher score for this chem final” 

“yeah, and it’s going to be me”

“NAH” 

but the drive you get from the competition is really what brought you guys together

it's what keeps you motivated, it's what keeps you going

and he's funny! (though you'd never admit it)

because yes, you're both trying to beat each other for the top spot in class rank

but you also get each other

you've been study buddies since the beginning of time, and he keeps the two of you accountable

sometimes he's TOO responsible

"jungwon don't let the pomodoro timer dictate you life can we PLEASE take a snack break right nowww"

"we literally did that FIVE MINUTES AGO"

outside of studying he's really chill though

one summer he started to get really into alchemy of souls and you binged the series twice together, effectively destroying both of your sleep schedules right before school started

he just loves existing in the same space as you tbh

definitely loves calling you for hours during the school year, whether to review for an upcoming exam or to just have the two of you do your own things while connected on the phone

it's pretty common for the two of you to fall asleep while on call with one another

late night yapping sessions (hello??? his weverse addiction??)

he feels like he can just let his responsibilities go and you're the only person who really understands him and everything he does and why he does it

lowkey.... he also just wants to make you proud :(

he was so happy that one time you offhandedly mentioned how you've seen and appreciated all the hard work he was putting in for one of the school events

when he eventually confessed to you, everything just made sense

like the way your eyes always lingered on his bright smile when he showed up on your doorstep at the crack of dawn

and how even when you tease each other, you never miss how he would reach for your hand with his own before retracting it hurriedly as if changing his mind

now, oh he just makes you feel so loved

texts you at random times of the day just because, sending you the most random images and captioning them with "us"

he's still got the silliness in him though!

"i want to try every strawberry with chocolate combination with you <333"

西村力 — nishimura riki

neon lights, school dances, sunglasses, finger guns, playful banter, shared hoodies

honestly he's just at school for the vibes

however, he DID take homecoming very seriously

with one goal in mind: to DOMINATE the dance floor

and dominate he did.

he partied in the USA so hard that by the end of the night, everyone was talking about that freshman who left everyone speechless at a HIGH SCHOOL DANCE

among those witnesses of how riki out-danced the entire school population, were you

and you thought he was literally the coolest person ever

fast forward two years, and you're a junior now

it's all good! you've definitely outgrown your month-long admiration of the Guy From Hoco

but yo what guess who sits right next to your seat in class???

it's the Guy From Hoco himself

honestly, you're a pretty chill person so you turned to him and were like "hey aren't you that guy that got famous back during hoco freshman year?"

but now? he’s EMBARRASSED to admit it

"oh uhhh that wasn't me haha"

boy bffr you would know his face anywhere

you kind of gave him a questioning look and shrugged

"oh well, i thought it was really cool though"

he instantly backtracks, because you thought it was cool and NOT an aura loss????

"wait i think i remember now haha that WAS me!!!"

you guys match energy so well tbh

he started to catch feelings for you because of how funny you were and how you two just clicked, but he was stuck in denial FOREVER

"I DON'T CHASE I ATTRACT" (desperate)

heeseung also tried to give him "rizz counseling" but that just ended up with them both saying "mb gang" at everything

which was..... not very rizzy!

you had convinced him to audition for the competition dance team at your school, which he obviously made

he texted you the day he got in too, typing in all caps in everything which he NEVER does

"why would you scream about things in caps lock when you can be cool and nonchalant" YEAH SURE RIKI

updated all his social media bios to @[school]varsitydanceteam the moment he got the acceptance notif

“[name] is my instagram bio tuff”

“WHY ARE U ALR PUTTING IT IN YOUR BIO"

"because i’m committed and it lets them know i’m part of a professional community"

(heeseung told him that it would show his commitment to the sport and thus his potential to commit to you.)

at this point, riki was ready to fire heeseung and switch to jake as his ghostwriter 💀

but little did he know, you started liking him too once you saw how genuinely hardworking he was when he has a goal

like those hours he spent on call with you asking if you thought this one move was clean enough?? he really put in his all (he also wanted to impress you)

you kind of had the idea that he liked you back, because let's be honest he was being a bit obvious about it

the way he almost choked when you hugged him congratulations??? he looked DAZED for a whole hour

you had to confess to riki because his heejake rizz courses consisted mainly of heeseung and jake arguing about whose approach was better

even when you two became a couple, you still had teasing as a love language LMAO

"HAHA 🫵🫵 YOU'RE SO SHORT i still love you though <3"

it's just how he shows his love, but he also loves draping his arm across your shoulders when walking around

made sure to emphasize to heeseung and jake that this was all his doing and they did not help him at ALL

but let's be real, YOU were the rizziest of them all

and riki agrees <3

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[oldwritingm]

hii- love ur writing btw- I was wondering if you could do a Ninjago headcanon, but the reader is touch-starved or something like that? Thanks <3

Aaa thank you for your kind words!! And here you go :D

Ninjago - Ninjas with a Touch-Starved Partner

Kai

He’s pretty comfortable with physical affection, so he’s more than happy to give you some

He might not initiate it as often as you do, but he’ll never push you away

If anything he’ll take the hint and take the lead

Like, if you’re watching a movie together and you reach for his hand sheepishly, he yanks you by the arm onto his chest so you guys can cuddle

He’s very warm, both figuratively and literally

Sometimes he does tease you about it though

“What? Why are you grabbing at me?”

“You know why.”

“Aww, are you feeling clingy? My clingy little love?”

“Shut up before I change my mind-”

He will indeed shut up quite promptly if you pull that last line out on him

(He’s secretly a little touch-starved too)

Cole

Honestly he barely even notices you being touch-starved

He just naturally gives you a lot of affection, and complies mindlessly when you seek it

He’s happy you guys are close; he doesn’t really think about it beyond that

He’s cool with whatever affection you need, all you have to do is give him a hint

Touch his pinky, he’ll hold your hand. Scoot closer on the couch, he’ll put his arm around your shoulder. It’s just natural for him

So this is great if you’re trying to be discreet about being touch-starved

But if you tell him (and you will have to verbalize it if you want him to know), he’ll be more conscious about his efforts to give you love :)

He’ll just be more deliberate about holding your hand or sitting thigh-to-thigh on benches

He loves you a lot, and he needs to let you know!

But he’s also conscious about boundaries; he’ll send you permission-seeking glances before he gets cozied up with you

Or he’ll just ask

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah. This is great.”

“Good. Love you.”

Jay

You’re touch starved? Great! He’s clingier than velcro

Honestly I don’t even think he’d clue in to the fact that you’re touched starved

He’s just glad that you take well to his incessant advances

Most of the time, anyway

He’s literally always touching you: holding hands, a head on your shoulder, your feet in his lap, his feet in yours—he’ll do anything to keep contact with you

Cuddling is his favorite though

He might not even be aware of how clingy he’s being; you do kind of enable him

Not that that’s a bad thing! Both your needs are being met :]

But you ever get uncomfy or awkward, he might not notice, so you’ll have to tell him if you want to stop

He’ll be sad, but he’ll respect your boundaries

“Hey Jay, can we, uh, not cuddle for a minute?”

“Hm? Why? I mean—yes, yeah, of course. …. I love you..?”

“Yeah. Same here. Thank you.”

Zane

He’s not really one for physical affection

But if he knows you’re touch starved, of course he’s going to enrich you!

It’ll be an experiment for both of you: just finding out what feels right

Cuddling, holding hands, just sitting thigh-to-thigh…

When you do find something you both like, Zane makes an effort to do it more often

Though physical affection isn’t his main love language, when it’s with you, it does actually warm his heart a little

Maybe it’s the fact that he’s helping you out, maybe it’s the warm feeling of your skin… whatever it is, he slowly finds himself liking it more and more

So he’ll initiate more often, much to your benefit

Communication is key with you guys

He asks often to make sure you’re not uncomfortable, and you always make sure to return the favor:

“Is this still alright?”

“Yeah. Are you still okay?”

“Yes, I’m still very much enjoying this.”

Lloyd

What do you get when you cross two touch starved people?

Koala bears. That’s what you guys are

Lloyd had a rough ��childhood,” so of course he craves affection

At first, it took a minute for you guys to realize the other’s needs

But once you figured out that you craved affection equally, you plunged into the depths of fluff

Cuddles. So many cuddles.

You guys always sit with your shoulders touching and fingers entwined

Even when you’re trying to be serious, you’re close (like, if Lloyd is looking over a map, you’re behind him, looking at the map with your chin on his shoulder)

It’s quite deliberate; you do it as much for each other as for yourselves

Sometimes you have to restrain yourselves for the sake of others, though

“Okay, time to get serious.”

“Right.”

“…That means you should probably let go of my hand.”

“…Right.”

Nya

Though she’s always happy to help you, sometimes physical affection can get a bit much for her

She doesn’t mind holding hands, or having your head on her shoulder, or even cuddling

But sometimes she just needs some space

I suppose this is fortunate if you’re a little awkward about affection, but otherwise you’ll have to consider her as well when you seek attention

She tries to be polite about it, at least giving you a pinky to hold or something

But sometimes she’s just not in the mood at all, and you’re gonna have to respect that

But when she is in the mood (which is most of the time), she’s rather aggressive with her affection

(I think it’s called affectionate aggression?)

Like, she’ll nuzzle you so hard you say “ow” or squeeze your hand like she’s trying to break your fingers

She reasons that, the harder she shows affection, the more it’s worth

So expect to get some marks when you go seeking affection…

“Oh, want me to hold your hand?”

“Yes, but—ow!”

“Teehee! Do you feel the love?”

Thank you for this request, I hope this turned out okay! And thanks for reading, take care cutie pies!! <33

(divider by saradika)

[quixotical-lymbo]

ohhhh myyy gaaaaaahhhh!!! Please! I need a part 2 of the racer me x D-16 and Orion! It was so sweet and so cool! 😭 If not a part 2, a similar scenario, but I want to give the mechs the attention 😔🫶🏻

I just discovered your writing btw! So awesome!.

Pairing: D-16 & Orion Pax x gn!racer!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: Racing in the Iacon 5000 becomes exciting when a familiar pair of miners join the race.  Warnings/Tags: Banter, more awkward flirting, anddd more kissing.  A/n: heyyy, what is up my guys? kidding, sorry for being absent I was spending the holidays with family and junk. anyway, I hope you guys are having a good holiday, stay hydrated and all that stuff! Word Count: 650+ words

"Hey! Watch it!" 

"Sorry!" You called to the bot you nearly rammed into. Your pedes didn't slow down as you rushed through the med bay, your dermas pulling into a wider smile as you skidded to a stop. The mechs looked up from their conversation to see you bending at the entrance of the room.

"It's you!" D-16 exclaimed as he moved to stand. You gestured for him to stay seated as you ducked under the top of the doorway and approached them. 

"Look we didn't mean-" Orion started but you cut him off.

"You guys were amazing! Stupid…and incredibly lucky you weren't flattened but amazing!" You gushed. Orion and D-16 shared a look before Orion chuckled sheepishly while D rubbed the back of his helm. 

"I…uh, thank you! At least someone thinks what we did wasn't entirely dumb," Orion threw his servos up while glancing not-so-subtly at the silver mech who rolled his optics. 

"It is dumb, we didn't win, we didn't prove anything, we showed everyone and Sentinel that we failed." D-16 pinched his temple. You frowned and knelt in front of the mech, he flinched when your servo landed on his knee. Looking at your face plate caused the mech's anger to diminish bit by bit. 

"Hey, even if you guys didn't win, you're still winners to me," You padded D-16's knee before rising to stand at your full height. You placed your servos on your hips and smirked at Orion, "Besides you even managed to pass me in the race…that's not something that happens often." 

"Don't winners usually get a prize?"

"Pax." D-16, exasperated, narrowed his optics at his friend. Orion whipped his helm to look between you and D.  "What?" 

"No, no, he's right," You crossed your arms over your chassis and cocked a hip. "What kind of prize do you have in mind?" 

"Hm…how about another 'signature' from Iacon's greatest racer?" Orion proposed. Hearing this, D-16 clammed up and felt the heat rush to his face when his gaze caught the way your expression changed to an amused one. The silver mech felt the energon running through him burn as you lowered yourself onto one knee, placed a digit under Orion's chin and swiftly swooped in to press your dermas against his. Time felt like it froze as your optics flickered to him. You moved away from the frozen red-and-blue mech to his equally stunned friend, you took your time caressing the side of D-16's face before closing the gap and kissing him. As you leaned away, D-16's dermas chased yours and stole another peck from you. 

"Woah! Cool it, hotshot, you'll get more if you guys manage to beat me at the next race," You covered your intake with your servo and gently pushed D-16's face away from yours. Orion jumped up at the challenge, "We'll definitely be there, won't we, Dee?" 

"Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah!" D-16 nodded dumbly. 

"Great," You giggled and backed away from them. You turned to leave, not before looking over your shoulder-pad to say, "Hey, if you actually manage to beat me, I'll give you two something better than a signature."

Without another word, you left the two sitting there stunned. D-16 snapped out of his daze to stumble out of the med-bay, he swung his body halfway out and held the door and shouted at your retreating figure, "I'll keep you to that!" 

You did a full turn, blowing a kiss at the silver mech, before turning back around and leaving the med-bay. D-16 kept his optics on you, his gaze fixated by the way your hips swayed before he leaned back into the med-bay and sighed. 

"Oh…you're so in love."

"Shut up! You're telling me you aren't?" 

"Point taken." 

😼 - I do not give permission for anyone to translate, copy, republish, or plagiarize any of my written works. I provide no permission for any of my literary works to be used in artificial intelligence. banner(s) by @dollywons !!

[gb-patch]

Hello! I have a question that I think has been answered once before, but I can't find it for the life of me! So I just took it into my own hands to ask myself — regarding your moment selection screens, and how you get to choose which moment you want to play throughout each step, it's truly brilliant. I'm currently developing a visual novel myself and I'm wondering if it's possible to use the same concept? Just the moment selection mechanic, nothing more, nothing else! I just think it's really clever and gives players a more interactive experience! I'll give credit as well!!( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

BTW, I love love love your OL series! I've played ol:nf since it's first beta and I'm absolutely enamored. Keep up the good work! Youre all doing so great!!ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

Hi! Thank you very much for the kind words. You certainly can use that system in your own visual novel. It'd be very cool to see my concepts influence someone else's game and I believe that gameplay elements should not be exclusive to a single game/series. There's nothing wrong with wanting to make a similar type of structure for your own story. Good luck with your development :D

[woozinhos]

Heyyyyyy girlyyy, could I request a smut with idol mingyu x model reader? You don’t have to ofc.. do what you want. Btw LOVE your fics🤭

notes: I hope you enjoy guys went a bit wild on this one :D

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Mingyu and you had been in the entertainment industry for quite some time now, and your paths had crossed a few times before. He always thought you were stunning, but he never had the chance to get close to you until now.

As a model, you were used to people watching you, but there was something about the way Mingyu looked at you that made your heart skip a beat. He seemed genuinely interested in you, unlike many of the other idols who only saw you as eye candy. During a photo shoot, Mingyu was nearby, waiting for his turn to be photographed. He couldn't help but steal glances at you as you posed for the camera. His eyes roamed over your body, taking in every curve and detail. He watched as you smiled and laughed with the photographer, his admiration for you growing with each passing second.

After the shoot, he finally gathered the courage to approach you. "Hey," he said, flashing a charming smile. "You did great out there." You turned to him, surprised by his compliment. "Thanks," you replied, feeling a bit flustered. Mingyu chuckled at your reaction, clearly amused by how easily he could fluster you. "You're welcome," he said, stepping closer to you. "I've been wanting to talk to you for a while now." You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his words. "Oh really? And why is that?" you asked, trying to play it cool.

Mingyu smirked, his eyes roaming over your face. "Because you're captivating," he said, his voice low and sultry. "And I can't stop thinking about you." You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, his gaze making you weak in the knees. "You can't stop thinking about me, huh?" you said, a hint of a smirk on your lips. "That's quite the confession, Mingyu." Mingyu leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "I've had some...interesting thoughts about you," he whispered, his hand coming to rest on your hip.

He gently pulled you towards him, his body pressing against yours. "Thoughts that I've been wanting to act on." You could feel your heart racing in your chest as he held you close, his hand slowly moving up and down your hip. "And what kind of thoughts are those?" you asked, your voice slightly shaky. Mingyu chuckled again, his lips brushing against your ear lobe. "Dirty ones," he whispered, his hand moving to the small of your back.

“How about you come back to mine and we can act on them,”He smirks adding on. Mingyu's words sent a wave of excitement through you. He was being so forward, so confident. It was a side of him you hadn't seen before, and you found it incredibly attractive. "Are you sure that's a good idea?" you asked, your voice a bit huskier than before. Mingyu chuckled once more, his hand sliding up your back and tangling in your hair. "I think it's a great idea," he said, his eyes dark with desire. "I want you all to myself."

“What will your precious fans think?”You giggle adding. Mingyu paused for a moment, his expression serious. "Let them think what they want," he said, his grip on your hair tightening slightly. "Right now, I don't care about anyone else but you." You couldn't help but smile back at him as he took your hand and led you to his car. The way he was taking charge was driving you wild, and you found yourself willingly following him. He opened the door for you, his eyes never leaving yours as he gestured for you to get in.

Once you were in the car, Mingyu got in on the driver's side and started the engine. He reached over and placed a hand on your thigh, his touch sending sparks through your body. "I hope you're ready for a long night," he said, his voice laced with promise. As Mingyu drove, you sat in silence, your mind racing with thoughts. You were trying to keep your cool, but his hand on your thigh was making it difficult.

You could feel his fingers gently rubbing your skin, and you knew exactly what he was trying to do. He was teasing you, building up the anticipation for what was to come. You couldn't help but imagine all the things he would do to you once you reached his place. The possibilities were endless, and you found yourself growing more and more impatient with each passing moment. When you finally arrived at Mingyu's place, he parked the car and turned to you with a sly smile. "We're here," he said, his hand still on your thigh. "Are you nervous?"

You swallowed hard, trying to control your breathing. "A little," you admitted, your voice betraying your excitement. Mingyu's smile widened, and he squeezed your thigh. "Good," he said, his eyes darkening once again. "I like it when you're a little nervous. It makes you more fun to play with." He helped you out of the car and led you inside his luxurious home. It was a beautiful place, with modern decor and a cozy atmosphere.

Once inside, he pushed you up against the wall, trapping you between his body and the cool surface. His hands roamed over your body, his touch becoming more possessive as he looked down at you with a smirk. "Let's have some real fun," he whispered, his lips hovering just above yours. He leaned in and captured your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue invading your mouth and claiming you as his own. His hands roamed down to your hips, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, melting into the kiss. The feeling of his body pressed against yours was intoxicating, and you could already feel yourself getting lost in him. He pulled away for a moment, a trail of saliva connecting your lips. "You taste even better than I imagined," he said, his voice low and rough. You let out a soft moan, your body arching against his. His words were driving you crazy, and you couldn't help but want more.

"Please," you whispered, your fingers digging into his hair. "I need you." Mingyu growled at your plea, his grip on your hips tightening. He lifted you up effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist. He carried you to the nearest couch and sat down, positioning you on his lap. He buried his face in your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.

He began to leave a trail of kisses and love bites down your neck, his hands sliding up your thighs and underneath your shirt. "You're absolutely perfect," he murmured against your skin, his fingers tracing patterns on your stomach. "Every inch of you is flawless." You shivered at his touch, your body responding to him like a magnet. You tilted your head back, giving him better access to your neck.

"I could look at you all day," he said, his lips moving to your collarbone. "You're a piece of art that I want to admire for hours." As he continued to mark your neck, he began to remove his own clothes, revealing his toned body. He pulled away from you for a moment to toss his shirt aside, his chest now bare and glistening with sweat. He looked at you with a hunger in his eyes, his gaze raking over your body.

"Take your clothes off for me, baby," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want to see all of you." You quickly obeyed, removing your clothes and exposing yourself to him. You felt a little vulnerable, but the way he was looking at you made you feel powerful. He let out a low whistle, his eyes darkening even further as he took in your naked form. "Goddamn," he muttered, his hands roaming over your exposed skin once again.

"You're even more beautiful like this," he said, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled you closer to him. He ran his hands up and down your sides, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "You have no idea what you do to me," he said, his voice strained. You could feel his arousal pressing against you, and it made your heart race even faster. You wrapped your arms around his neck again, grinding against him slightly.

"Show me," you whispered, your voice dripping with seduction. He let out a deep groan as you grinded against him, the feeling of your bare skin against his dick driving him wild. He grabbed your hips, holding you still as he tapped his dick against your sensitive area again and again. "So eager," he said, his breath coming out in pants.

He couldn't hold back any longer. With a rough thrust, he pushed himself into you, filling you completely. He buried his face in your shoulder, biting down on your skin to stifle his moans. "Fuck," he growled, his grip on you tightening as he began to move. He set a fast pace, his hips snapping against yours with each thrust. He was relentless, his need for you overwhelming.

He pulled your hair back, exposing your neck to him once more. He licked and bit at your skin, marking you as his property. "You're mine," he growled in your ear, his words sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. "You belong to me, and no one else." He pounded into you harder, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic as he chased his own release. "Y-yes," you managed to say, your voice breathless and shaky. "I'm yours, Mingyu. Only yours."

He smiled against your skin, satisfied with your answer. "That's right," he said, his voice low and possessive. "You're my little toy to play with, to use however I please." He continues to move inside you, his smirk widening into a wicked grin. "Oh, we're definitely doing this again," he said, his hand sliding down to your stomach and gripping your hip possessively. "You're too addicting for me to let go."

"Every day," he said, his pace slowing down slightly as he spoke between thrusts. "I'll make sure to have you like this every single day." He captured your lips in a messy kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he claimed your mouth. He could feel you getting close, your walls clenching around him.

"Baby," he said, his voice strained. "I can feel it. You're gonna cum for me soon, aren't you?" He began to thrust even deeper, hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars.

"Cum for me, love," he growled, his fingers digging into your skin. "Cum all over my cock." Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, your body trembling in his arms as you came undone.

He held you close as you rode out your high, his hips stuttering as he felt you tighten around him. "That's it," he groaned, his own release building up inside him. "Such a good girl." He continued to thrust through your orgasm, his movements becoming more erratic and desperate. “I'm close too," he panted, his forehead resting against yours. "So close, sweetheart." He buried his face in your neck again, his breath hot against your skin as he chased his own climax.

"I'm gonna fill you up," he whispered, his grip on you almost bruising. "Gonna fill you up with my seed and mark you as mine inside and out." His hips slammed into you one final time, and with a deep growl, he came. He spilled himself inside you, his body shuddering as he emptied his load. He continued to hold you close, riding out the aftershocks of his orgasm.

He slowly pulled out of you, his breathing heavy as he looked down at the mess he had made. He gently laid you down on the bed, admiring the way your body glistened with sweat and his cum. He laid down beside you, pulling you into his arms and holding you against his chest. He nuzzled his face into your hair, inhaling your scent. "You look so beautiful like this," he said, his voice soft and filled with adoration. "So messy and claimed."

[lackadaisycats]

heya :D I was wondering if you’ve always had the idea of Rocky’s backstory and weither it was something that you came up with whilst first designing the character or if it was developed later? What was the process of you creating it?

I adoreee your work btw! Your art style is so cool and I love how much depth these mentally unstable cats have o3o

It came about gradually and shapeshifted, both as I was designing the character and as I began writing the story he fit into. I just tend to mash things around like Play-Doh until something starts to take shape and feel right. I think I put Rocky in the context of the job (running alcohol) first because that seemed like it'd be fun and interesting and engaging. He was also intended to be the band leader originally. As I started working out how he wound up doing gangster dirty work, though, it stopped making sense to have someone like him in charge of the band. The role Rocky played called for a younger more impetuous character. And that's roughly how Zib entered the picture, equipped with the requisite world-weariness to lead a semi washed-up jazz band. Anyway, thank you for the kind words!

[dixons-sunshine]

Soooo I just read your Shopping Spree fic with young Daryl- and ohmygosh it is one of the BEST fics about young Daryl I've read!!

Your writing is absolutely incredible!!

I'm not sure how busy you are, and don't feel forced to do this pls I really just got on here to thank you, but perhaps a part 2?

Seriously, thank you for the amazing writing :D

Make sure you drink water- and don't skip sleeping for writing!!

Dyeing For The Haircut | Young!Daryl Dixon x Young!Fem!Reader

*GIF isn't mine*

Part two to Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams, but can be read as a standalone.

Summary: After months of watching you practice haircutting- and hair dyeing techniques on multiple people around the trailer park, Daryl's curiosity lead him to ask you for one of your "magical" hair transformations—hair dye and everything. His request turned out to be one of the best decisions ever when you gave him the best, most loving hairstyling experience of his life, as well as some kisses inbetween.

Genre: Fluff, some angst if you squint (mentions of Daryl's dad.)

Era: Pre outbreak

Warnings: Swearing, allusions to money problems, sexual content but nothing major, Daryl is low-key a thigh guy in this, reader's mom is implied to be a single parent.

Word count: 2.7k

A/n: Thank you so much for the request lovely. And thank you so much for your kind words! When I saw your ask in my inbox, I legitimately teared up at the compliments you gave me about my writing. Writing is something that I do to pass the time and I never thought that people would actually like it, so reading that really made me feel like I was on cloud nine. And that you think that my little story about young!Daryl was one of the best you've read? I can't even begin to explain how honoured that makes me feel 😭. I've read a few young!Daryl fics worthy of being actual novels, so that is the best compliment I've ever gotten in my life. I hope that this is an okay attempt at a part two. It's kinda random but since there weren't any specific requirements I had to meet, I went with my gut. I hope you like it! If you specifically wanted a part two with the reader's mom confronting her and Daryl after catching them making out, let me know! (btw, the same goes for you. Stay hydrated and rested, lovely ❤️)

As always, my requests are open for any TWD requests.

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“Are you sure? I might make a mistake, you know.”

“I know, but I gotta know wha' everyone's ravin' 'bout. Besides, my hair's gettin' too long fer my old man's standards. I'm one growin' hair strand away from bein' told my hair is too long to be considered manly.”

You shook your head at your boyfriend with a small laugh and motioned for him to follow you into your trailer. Once inside, you headed into the bathroom to retrieve the pair of scissors you've used for cutting hair multiple times over the past few months, as well as a towel, a comb and a hand mirror. Satisfied with the items in your possession, you walked back into the living room and saw Daryl seated on a wooden chair, his legs crossed as he read the back of a box of hair dye he bought earlier that day, a cigarette lazily hanging from his lips.

At the sound of your approaching footsteps, Daryl lifted his gaze from the box to you, a boyish smile gracing his face as his eyes followed your movements. You placed the items in your hands down on the ground next to him and motioned for him to give you the hair dye, to which he complied.

“Are you sure you wanna dye your hair? Once I do it, there's no turning back,” you asked for the hundredth time since your boyfriend had asked you to do his hair, uncertainty clear in your voice.

Sensing your hesitance, Daryl gently grabbed your hips and tugged you over to him, bringing you to sit in his lap. You straddled him and wrapped your hands around his neck, watching him take the final drag from his cigarette and turn his head to blow the smoke away from you. He leaned down to put it out in the ashtray on the ground and then turned his attention back to you, bringing his hand back to rest on your hip.

“'M sure,” he finally responded, running his hands down your body to rest on your things. “I've been wantin' to go brunette fer a while now. Jus' never had the money to go to a salon and I dun' have the balls to try and dye it myself. I trust ya. Yer gonna be fine. 'S jus' me.”

You nodded and gave him a smile. You leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before withdrawing. “You're amazing, you know that?”

Daryl scoffed and ducked his head, the tips of his ears reddening, a telltale sign that he was blushing. “Nah,” he denied, shaking his head. “'M not. Yer the amazin' one. Ya make me want to be a better person.”

“Aww,” you gushed, using one of your hands to gently cup his cheek, Daryl subconsciously leaning into your touch. “Careful, Dar, or I might start to believe that you actually care about me.”

Daryl rolled his eyes. “Nah, I actually despise ya. I jus' keep ya 'round 'cause ya kiss real damn good,” he joked, a teasing smirk on his face.

You let out a mock offended gasp and playfully shoved his chest, making Daryl laugh fully, a rare sound that you cherished whenever you heard it. You laughed with him and leaned forward to lay your head on his shoulder, your body wracking with laughter. You could feel Daryl's arms move from your thighs to wrap around you, bringing you into a loving hug.

“'M jus' jokin'. I do care 'bout ya,” Daryl whispered into your hair, his chin resting on top of your head.

“I know. And I lo- care about you, too,” you replied, pressing a feathery light kiss to the exposed skin on his shoulder, eliciting a small hum of satisfaction from him.

The clearing of someone's throat caught your attention, and you hastily got off of your boyfriend's lap, turning to face your mom, who looked at you with a small smirk on her face.

“I'm leaving for work,” she started, her eyes trailing between you and Daryl. “I'll be back around midnight. Just thought I'd say goodbye to my daughter before I left.”

You could feel heat flushing on your face. You hastily nodded at your mom. “Okay, bye Mom. I love you.”

“Love you too,” she responded, before turning her attention to Daryl. “Bye, Daryl.”

“Bye, ma'am,” Daryl bid quietly, refusing to meet your mother's intense gaze.

“By the way,” your mother started, grabbing her jacket that was draped over the couch. “This isn't a Mary and Joseph situation. I'm not gonna believe that my daughter magically got knocked up. Anything happens, use protection. There should be a box of condoms in the bathroom.”

“Goodbye, Mom!” you exclaimed in embarrassment, hurriedly pushing your laughing mother out the door and shutting it. You turned to Daryl and saw his bright red face, his eyes shut in embarrassment.

“Sorry about her,” you apologized, moving over to grab the scissors and towel. “She has no filter when it comes to embarrassing her daughter, apparently.”

“S'fine,” he said, straightening his back. “Compared to wha' she told us the first time she walked in on us all those months ago, I'd say this was alrigh'. It was pretty tame.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, recalling the embarrassing memory from the first time you and Daryl kissed and confessed your feelings. “After you went home the next day, she gave me so much shit and so much unneeded advice on safe sex and all that lovely stuff.”

“Sorry I got ya into trouble.”

“It's fine. My mom walking in that day was awkward as fuck, but I wouldn't change anything. Things changed for the better that day,” you replied, shaking the towel out.

“Damn straight,” he agreed, eyeing your movements. “Ya gonna cut my hair now?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, draping the towel across his shoulders.

“Wha's the towel fer?” he questioned, accepting the handheld mirror you offered him.

“To try to prevent any hair from falling on your clothes. Hairstylists use these cape things, but the towel will have to do for now,” you explained, using a hair clip to clip the towel together, keeping it in place around his shoulders, before moving to get the hair dye ready for use when you needed it.

“Ya do the same thing with the others?” he asked, watching as you finished mixing the contents of the hair dye together in a disposable container before grabbing the comb and scissors, moving to stand behind him.

“Yeah. Basically everything I do right now while cutting and dyeing your hair, I do with everyone. Except, of course, for charging you. The others have to pay me.”

“How much do ya charge 'em?”

“Depends on what I have to do,” you started, softly combing his hair, smiling at the small shiver you felt go up his back at your gentle movements. “And it also depends on how well-off they are. For instance, I wouldn't charge Mrs Hathaway as much as I charge Mr Langdon.”

“'Course not,” Daryl agreed. “Mrs Hathaway is a pensioner. She dun' make nearly as much as Langdon does. Guy's an accountant. Only reason he even lives in this shitty trailer park is 'cause he's a fuckin' cheapskate and dun' wanna give his girl a better life.”

You smiled at your boyfriend. “Yeah, Mr Langdon is a dick. But he pays okay, though. Even tips me from time to time.”

“Ya do know tha' the only reason he pays you tha' good is 'cause—”

“He has a thing for me,” you cut him off, bringing the scissors up to his hair to start cutting it. “Yeah, I know. That's why I bring pepper spray with me whenever I go over to his trailer. If he tries something, his eyes are gonna burn like five hells.”

Daryl chuckled. “Smart girl,” he complimented you, earning a small giggle from you in return.

“Thanks,” you thanked him bashfully, continuing to snip at his hair with the scissors.

After a few more minutes of cutting and measuring to ensure that his hair was at an even length, you softly tapped his shoulder to signify that you were done. He held the mirror up to his face and examined his new haircut, humming in approval.

“Good job,” he complimented, lowering the mirror before turning his head to look at you. “My hair's still longer than my usual cut, though.”

“I know,” you acknowledged, nodding your head. “I know we have to keep your hair on the short side so that your father doesn't get mad, but I like your longer hair. It compliments your features more. Besides, I remembered you mentioning that you've been wanting to grow your hair out but he won't let you, so I only trimmed it to the point where your father won't get pissed over how long it is.”

Daryl looked at you, awestruck. “Thanks. It looks good.”

He vaguely remembered mentioning that he wanted longer hair, but it was a small thing that he didn't think you'd remember. So hearing you say that made him adore you even more, made him fall in love with you even more. Those three important words—I love you—almost fell from his lips at that moment, but he quickly caught himself. He was scared to admit that he loved you out loud, scared that if he did, the universe would somehow take you away from him. No, he couldn't let that happen.

You locked eyes with him for a moment before setting the scissors aside, moving to grab a pair of disposable plastic gloves and the container holding the hair dye. With the container in hand, you turned to Daryl and adjusted his head so that he was looking forward again, before going to work on dyeing his hair.

The entire process of applying the colour changing paste was spent in silence. You were silent because you were focused on the task at hand, and Daryl was silent because he was focused on the bliss your hands in his hair was giving him. His eyes were shut as your hands moved through his hair in gentle movements, all of his racing thoughts fading away.

Once the task was complete, you put the container aside and moved to the garbage can, throwing the gloves away. You turned to Daryl and saw him watching you, and you gave him a small smile that he easily returned.

“Now wha'?” he asked, standing up and stretching, his back cracking after sitting for so long.

“Now we wait for half an hour before we wash your hair and apply the conditioner to keep the colour in your hair.”

“So we got half an hour fer some fun?” Daryl asked suggestively, a small smirk on his face. He walked over to you and brought you into his arms, his hands going to rest on your hips.

You giggled and took his hands from your hips, entwining your fingers. “Slow down, Romeo. We're not doing anything until that dye is washed off. I don't want to stain everything.”

“Worth a shot,” Daryl replied playfully, earning a small, playful shove in return.

He laughed before pulling you back into him, leaning down to give you a slow, hungry kiss. You wrapped your arms around his midsection and returned the kiss, kissing him back deeply. After what felt like an eternity and only a few seconds at the same time, you pulled back with a breathless giggle.

“You wanna watch a movie while we wait to wash your hair?”

“Sure,” Daryl agreed, untangling himself from you and allowing himself to be pulled over to the couch. He sat down and watched you grab a random movie from the limited supply before doing the small task of getting it into the player and pressing play.

After the opening credits successfully started playing on your crappy television, you moved over to the couch and sat down next to Daryl. Instead of resting your head on his shoulder like you normally would due to the dye in his hair, you rested your head against the back of the couch. Daryl moved one of his hands to lightly grip your thigh, keeping it their for the remaining 25 minutes.

After the time passed, you paused the movie and got up, extending a hand to Daryl. He took it and followed you into the small bathroom, following your instructions and sank to his knees, leaning his head over the tub. You then gently started washing the dye off his hair, making sure to be careful and not get any water in his eyes.

In no time at all, you were done. Daryl was towel drying his hair, looking into the mirror in the bathroom with an impressed look on his face.

“I'll be damned,” he hummed in approval, looking at you in adoration. “It looks good. Ya should consider openin' yer own salon or somethin'.”

You smiled shyly. “I'm glad you like it.”

“Everyone was speakin' the truth. Ya truly are a magician when it comes to hair. I dun' think my hair's ever been cut this good, and the dye job looks like it was done by a professional. Ya really did good.”

“You don't regret dyeing your hair?” you asked curiously, moving to embrace him from behind as he continued drying his hair.

“I wasn't sure if it was a good idea at first, but I like the way it looks. I dun' know if dyein' my hair will be a regular thing, but I dun' regret dyein' it now,” he admitted, casting the towel aside and turning around. He moved his arms around you and brought you into a hug, resting his chin on top of your head.

“You look good. I might have to start fighting off the ladies soon. Everyone's gonna want a piece of you now,” you said playfully.

“Nah,” Daryl chuckled. “I doubt tha', but if they do, I'll be tellin' them all about my beautiful girl.”

You smiled and withdrew from his hold. You looked at the small window and saw the sun setting, a few stars already appearing in the sky. “Do you wanna stay over?”

Daryl hesitated for a moment but nodded. “Ya sure? I can go home if ya want.”

You laughed lightly, a sense of deja vu flooding you. That was the same response he gave you all those months ago. “No, I want you to stay over. It's been a while since you've stayed over, anyways.”

“Alrigh', if yer sure,” he relented.

“Come on, we've got a movie to finish.”

Together, the two of you walked back to the living room. You sat down on the couch and pressed play on the movie you were watching, the sound flooding the trailer. Daryl sat down next to you, but instead of focusing on the movie, his eyes remained fixated on you.

Feeling his gaze on you, you turned to him. “Is something wrong?”

“Nah, 'm jus' wonderin' how I got so lucky with someone as amazin' as ya,” he confessed.

You smiled lovingly at him. “By being amazing yourself.”

You moved your hand up to his face and cupped his cheek. Daryl turned his head and kissed your palm, before moving his feathery light kisses to your wrist. After placing one final kiss on your wrist, he pulled you into his arms and cuddled up to you. You rested your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. You focused back on the movie, but your attention shifted back to him when he muttered three words into your hair.

“I love ya.”

You smiled up at him, your heart beating faster at his confession. You placed a tender, loving kiss on his lips before resting your head back on his chest.

“I love you, too.”

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[junos-jrabbles]

can i request playing a horror game with sniper… or scout

Of course!!!! I love this request so much thank you for sending it in <33 (did sniper and scout because they are The Guys of all time) Sorry this took so long!! love y'all <3

Spooky Time with the lads!!

Sniper

Would LOVE the resident evil games, dear god somebody bring this man to life, please, he needs to see chris redfield, needs to experience the joy of getting that stupid chess piece puzzle in the second game right.

Big fan of sorta niche horror games, can easily imagine him starting muttering about how a game’s mechanics were ‘directly taken from’ another game from like forty years ago you’ve literally never heard of. Probably almost exclusively uses knives and rifles, this man does not know the word "medium" LMAO

Quick time event hater, can’t find the keys quick enough, usually gets messed up. But subsequently, five minutes later, pulls off the juiciest, most amazing tactic you've ever seen.

“I don’t… Really get why they’ve got to mark everything with that ruddy yellow paint, like, I’m not blind…” This is followed by him repeatedly walking into zombies because ‘the brightness is too low’ TAKE YOUR SUNGLASSES OFFFF

Would definitely go out of his way to set the mood, assuming you guys are playing in his camper, probably on his TV (i love the 1970s let’s just play pretend…), he’d have all the lights off, and maybe a candle on, would probably play spooky music on his phone and almost shit himself when an ad plays.

Would have the time of his life, honestly, a night in playing games with you would probably be a great way to top off his day, but he definitely suggests some spooky games you guys could play outdoors, flashlight tag being top priority (he thinks it's funny as hell chasing you around in the dark)

Scout

Screaming. Endless SCREAMING.

Would definitely be the kind to run directly at a threat, screaming, and immediately start yelping like a trod on puppy when Shit Happens.

“AY! AY- NO! NAH, C’MON!” Viciously mashing buttons on the controller. “WE DON’T PLAY LIKE THAT ‘ROUND ‘ERE C’MON MAN! I DON’T WANNA FIGHT YOU! Well- Nah- okay, I do- COME HERE.” Looney tunes style monster chasing him into a room immediately turns into him chasing the monster out of the room.

^^ Absolutely a controller player, if the game doesn’t support a controller, he’s probably not playing. (He likes knowing that if he gets mad enough, he’s got an easily Throwable Item at hand /j!! He'd just find it way easier, less buttons to mess around with.)

He is definitely gritting his teeth waiting for jumpscares the ENTIRE time, especially if you decide to play a more atmospheric game. He's wincing when he has to walk around a corner,

Would absolutely be sloooowly shuffling up against your side, he’s not scared, no, what? No, definitely not scared, man! He’s the coolest Bostonian this side of… not Boston! Shaddup!

Completely misses almost EVERY quest objective, but is adamant that he knows what he's doing at all times. Eventually, after half an hour of him searching for an item, you have to vaguely guide him towards it.

If the game has weapons, you best believe that if there's a bat, he's using it, but will also rant if it breaks. "Wh- Whaddaya mean it broke in like... uh- Three swings?! That's DUMB! Man, I know I swing hard, but, c'mon!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ btw I just wanted to say to anyone who's reading this, thank you :) thank you anon for this request, thank you to everyone who's liked, reblogged, and commented, you're all so kind <3 and also some of the reblog tags I've gotten literally have me GRINNING!!!!! :D << me fr!! Hope you're all well, sorry this is short, my silly ass probably gonna write some more Sniper stuff soon :3

[hazbinwhoree]

Hii can we get some more general Adam headcanons. Love your writing btw! :D

General Adam Headcanons pt.2

A/N: Thank you!

Adam is actually very lonely, and it’s a driving force behind his behavior

He truly loved Lilith and he loved Eve, although maybe not as much

Will probably never get over their betrayals

He speaks every language in existence but defaults to modern American english

He thinks their curse words sound the best

Has spikes on his collar because he thinks it makes him look cool

Is a total metalhead

But his favorite song is She’s So Nice by Pink Guy

Listens to any music that’s about sex really

He is not a morning person

Doesn’t take advice from anyone, thinks he knows everything and everything he does is perfect

Doesn’t want kids but could be swayed otherwise by the right person

King of sarcasm

Kind of clumsy but will never admit it, one time he fell off the stage while his band was practicing, they never talk about it

Has beef with his drummer

Watches a lot of porn but not when he’s in a relationship

Has a high sex drive

He and Lute kissed once and both came to the conclusion that they were not meant to be more than friends, they pretend it never happened

Has been slapped by women for his behavior on multiple occasions

Is actually very physically affectionate with a partner

Huge fan of PDA, thinks it’s funny to watch other people get uncomfortable

Also likes PDA because he’s lowkey possessive and likes to display that what’s his is his

He is God’s first and favorite creation, which is why he remains in Heaven

Cain and Abel exist in this universe and were his and Eve’s children, but Adam never really had anything to do with them

Probably partially why Cain killed Abel (daddy issues)

Adam sees Sera as a maternal figure which is why he tries to please her as much as he does

Has fantastic hygiene, he’s a very proud man

[tired-demonspawn]

seen a few plp on my timeline sharing their language's dub stobotnik moments

so! because i recently did watch all 3 movies in the czech dub while making extensive notes, here are a few stand outs :D!:

starting off strong with the mouthgrab scene. first of all i would like to establish that agent stone generally uses very formal and grammatically correct language.

however! while saying "everyone else is stupid" he uses very informal versions of the words, which are employed by robotnik constantly throughout the movie. it makes it crystal fucking clear that they have, in-fact, had this conversation before and he is just quoting him verbatim.

also everyone else is stupid is replaced with "snýst že ostatní sou blbý"(endure that everyone else is stupid) which idk why but it sounds more fruitier to me.

moving on, instead of “i love the way you make them!” he yells “i [adore/love] your lattes” (zbožňuju tvý latté!)

"do some rock-onnaissance" - "vyšutři to"(šutr - word for stone, vyšetřit - investigate) whoever came up with that is a legend and i love them.

guy that calls stone a freak, calls him "vole" which is a swear. straight up. pg movie btw. (there are worse swears out there but it still took me off guard)

while playing makeover, stone says "dokonalá nová imidž, sekáč." meaning "perfect new look, [slang for someone being particularly handsome]" which is INSANE.

while citing the manual, he cites the exact page number ("návod strana 50"), bro really memorised everything in that thang including the page numbers

instead of an HR complaint robotnik basically says they(TM) will send OSHA after him 💀("no skvěle, ještě na mě kvůli vám přijde inspekce bezpečnosti práce") weirdly enough it seems hes addressing team sonic, not stone. because if it was stone he was talking to, he would be using the formal you for him, which he never does throughout this entire movie series.

that leads me to the conclusion he’s using "vám" as a plural you instead of a formal you and is blaming team sonic for making the robot shake in a way that hurt stone. do with this information what you will.

moving onto movie 3, instead of "egg-sact my revenge" he says "snesu na něj pomstu jak slepice vejce"(i’ll lay revenge on him like a hen lays an egg) and then stone smiles :) he doesn’t have to go "see what I did there.", he just laughs at his jokes unprompted, hes so in love :)

“tady je”(here it is) instead of “found some” followed by “je mazaný”(“he’s sly” HELLO?????? WDYM BY THAT?????) as “resourceful” is doing things to me and i hope it does things to you too.

BRO SAYS “to je přesně náš vztah”(that’s exactly our relationship) INSTEAD OF “THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT WE ARE” VZTAH, while yes meaning any kind of relationship, AND ESPECIALLY THE WAY MY DUDE IVO HRBÁČ(stone's VA, kinda poetic someone called Ivo voices him, innit?) SAYS IT, HAS SUCH A ROMANTIC FUCKING CONNOTATION ISTG. FRUITY ASS MF.

also something to mention! my guy ivo(the VA) gives this role his all, or at least significantly more than the other VAs. from him really yelling in that booth both "he's baaaaccckkk!!!!" and "doctor! take me with you!" through the soft way he says "i can't lose you again" to my personal favourite(which made me get up from my chair and walk around my room for a bit to cool off): him sounding like he's on the verge of tears with "goodbye doctor".

Am i biased? yes. but im also correct in my assertion of him being the absolute highlight of this entire dub. so.

anyway that's that, thanks for reading :)