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archerdepartures116 Ā· 4 days ago
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So uhm, first time asking, just found you through a friend. Would Yue Qingyuan be fine with accepting some gifts? I want to give him some stuff to express my admiration and appreciation for him existing. Anyway, hello to Yue-qianbei, I think youā€™re really attractive and quite dashing, and I'd totally court youā€“though everyone knows that isn't possible and you're out of our league and Shen-qianbei (or the others) might hunt me along with your other admirers down hahahaā€“but I just want to give you a little something instead! *gives flowers, a poem, and some cake*
[Beneath the heavens, your light does shine, A steadfast heart, so pure, divine.
With kindness etched in every glance,
A loyal soul, in lifeā€™s vast dance.
Your strength a shield, your words a guide,
A beacon bright where storms collide.
Oh, Yue Qingyuan, my heart does soar,
To know your grace, I could want no more.]
*runs away after giving the gifts*
(Am I a Yue Qingyuan simp? Yes, I am. Is this even considered an ask, lol, I also wanna say, Merry Christmas to you, Archer, hope you have a wonderful day/night! I really love your art, keep up the good work! Also, Happy New Year in advance!)
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he's very flattered
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murdleandmarot Ā· 7 months ago
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Hi hello to you! For the ask game(s), 2, 6, 10 and 14? And šŸ–ļøšŸŒšŸŽ­ (for bluebelle, I'm not aware if you have other ocs :0)
YAYYAYAYAYAYAY MORE BLUEBELLE ASKS!!!!!!!
Hi hello!!!! Thank you so much!!! Ooo these ones are making me thinkā€¦ā€¦
2. She is 1000% down to do whatever shenanigans of the week the rest of the gang is up to. When I think of this, Iā€™m mostly picturing her with other OCs, but in general, if itā€™s her friends, and sheā€™s comfortable enough, though sheā€™s not as loud with her ideas, she will 100% help you rob a bank.
6. It definitely depends on the situation. She doesnā€™t encounter many situations that go against her moral code, but if she did, it wouldnā€™t take much more than a threat against her or the people that she loves. Bluebelle will stick to her morals, but she is not willing to risk injury or harm to her friends, or to herself, though the latter of the two depends on the situation, and how bad morally the action is.
10. Bluebelleā€™s backstory is already pretty much a fairytale au, but thatā€™s still a go to, but outside of that is a detective sitcom with the rest of the gang. And this is not because Iā€™m watching Psych for the first time what do you mean.
By Detective sitcom I mean anything from Murders She Wrote to Scooby Doo. Just her and her friends investigating spooky situations. Itā€™s so so fun.
Bluebelle would be the quiet type best for gathering intel undercover, as a security guard or something, mostly where her job would be snooping around. She would NOT be good at talking to suspects or witnesses. She could just if push came to shove, but itā€™s just not her forte.
14. Bluebelle just really, really wants to be loved and trusted. Victoria is her person, so she really, really cares what she thinks. Misto and Plato definitely less so, but only by a slim margin. Bluebelle cares so so much for her people, and wants them to do the same for her
Iā€™ll do the silly emojis under the cut bc whew this got long :DD
I already did the handshake one :)))
šŸŒ: this snail is now her new best friend. She will not go anywhere without this snail. Bluebelle has been trusted with this snailā€™s life and she will NOT fail.
šŸŽ­: Probably Mary from JCS(Jesus Christ superstar).
Woahā€¦another alw musicalā€¦..is it too late to say Iā€™m sensing a patternā€¦.
I think sheā€™d really relate to I Donā€™t Know How To Love Him, and probably have a pretty easy time dipping into those complicated and upsetting feelings you have to be in to sing that song, (I am calling myself out 100%).
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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat Ā· 8 months ago
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aaaaa iā€™m saying this kinda late but šŸ˜­šŸ˜­ thank you so much for 2k!!!! i appreciate it a ton!!!!! šŸ„ŗ kinda wanted to try doing an event but i donā€™tā€¦ think iā€™ll have timeā€¦ā€¦ so pls take my heartfelt thanks instead!!!! ily!!!!!!!!! :ā€™3
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oneirataxia-girl Ā· 1 year ago
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okay people I need everyone to drop everything now and LOOK AT MY DARLING MARI OMG, Hadley @supermarine-silvally was kind enough to make me art of Mari and I Have Not Stopped fangirling over it since they sent it to me. this is my new roman empire now (as if I need another reason to go feral over Mari)
check under the cut for a surprise šŸ¤­ minor spoilers for Wano, but itā€™s just one line tbh
"Bepo, don't touch that! It's not done yet!"
The polar bear hung his head as he drew his paw back from the half-finished cannon, "Sorry."
"Don't apologize!" Penguin chastised, the penguin charm on his cap shaking in tandem with his head.
"Yeah!" Added Shachi, tossing a dirty look at Kenji, who raised his arms in surrender, "We're all on the same level here, so don't order us around like you're higher than us, Strawhat!"
"Arenā€™t you bossing us around right now?"
As the Strawhats -- mostly Franky and Chopper -- and the Hearts started to argue, a huff of laughter diverted the two crewmatesā€™ attention to the last crewā€™s second-in-command. Killer had his arms crossed in front of his chest, mask covering his face as always; Kenji didn't make a complaint as the blond-haired man shoved through the throng of people and wrapped a muscular arm around his shoulder.
"Pretty sure Kenji knows his stuff better than you, Heart. So listen to him on this."
"Stop ordering us around!"
Chaos descended back on the Sunny as the crews, now three rather than two, shot insults and jabs at each other. Under the deck, the captains exchanged glances at the ruckus.
"Your crewā€™s done something again, Strawhat."
"Why me? Itā€™s probably Jaggy's fault!"
The redhead threw a spoon at Luffy while spewing a stream of insults. Sighing, Law raised a hand to tug on his hat, only to remember that the top of his head was empty. Kidā€™s head was similarly void of his usual headgear, something Luffy didnā€™t hesitate to point out as soon as he stepped into the room.
"Jaggy! Your hair looks good without your goggles!"
Kid snapped his head in Luffy's direction. The blue hairband holding his hair back was distinctly not a part of the captain's wardrobe. Indeed, the accessory stood out among the reds and blacks that Kid favored like how Law's lack of his cap also drew Luffy's attention as soon as he saw the doctor.
"Did I miss something? Why are you not wearing your hat, Tra-guy?"
Behind him, Kid made a sound that was a mixture of a scoff and a snicker, "Yeah Doctor, where's your hat?"
With a glance at the hair accessory perched on the redhead, Lawā€™s mouth twitched slightly, "You know perfectly well where it is."
Up on the deck, the Heart, Strawhat, and Kid pirates had each taken up a corner of the ship. Arguing about everything from whose captain was the strongest, to which crew had the greatest feats; Zoro looked ready to draw his swords and dice up the next human (or mink) who said Law was the best out of the three captains, and Kenji just seemed flattered that he managed to start such a debate.
That was, until Mari slid down from the crow's nest.
"Brook," she started, striding across the wooden floor with soundless steps, "It's your turn to keep watch, my shift's done."
The skeleton opened his mouth, but only the clack of his jawbone falling to the floor came out. Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi had identical looks of shock on their faces; even Killer seemed surprised behind his mask.
Mari's forehead furrowed as she took in their expressions, "What?"
"Mari," Kenji said from his place next to the Kid Piratesā€™ second-in-command, "What's that on your head?"
Reaching up, Mari repeated her crewmate's question with a confused look, her eyes widened for a fraction of a second as she registered exactly what sat on her head, then her face returned to her usual expression of boredom.
"A cap."
"Just a cap?" asked Kenji, smile too wide for it to be normal. Mariā€™s eyes narrowed at him, but he didn't seem to be fazed by her as she answered simply:
"And some goggles."
Kenji nodded sagely, turning around to tap Killer on the shoulder, "Kill, don't you think my crewmate's new goggles look familiar?"
The blond man nodded back just as gravely, the gravity of his stance offset by a few gasps of laughter escaping him as he observed, "I've certainly seen it somewhere."
"Captain's cap?!"
"Are those Kidā€™s googles?!"
"Has anyone seen my jaw?!"
Numerous pairs of eyes turned around to look at Brook.
"Ah, here it is! Thank you, Robin."
Robinā€™s arm replied with a thumbs up.
"Ah-ah," said Kenji, bringing the attention back to the woman about to leave the deck, "where do you think youā€™re going, young lady?"
"Iā€™m two years older than you."
"Barely two years older than me."
"Still counts."
"On paper maybe, but --"
"Why do you have Captainā€™s hat?!" Demanded Bepo, flanked by Penguin and Shachi, who were both glaring at Mari under the shades of their own hats, "You stole it, didnā€™t you!"
Removing her hand from the doorknob, Mari sighed softly and tugged at the spotted brim of the hat, "Your captain gave it to me."
"Did Kid also give you his goggles?" Came the question from Wire.
"He shoved them in my face and stomped off."
"Sounds like him," Heat muttered, getting a chorus of agreements from his crew.
The Heart Pirates, on the contrary, werenā€™t so easily convinced, "Why would our captain give anything to a Strawhat?"
Mari shrugged in response, tucking a hand behind her back as the other one started to open the door leading down into the interior of the Sunny, "He doesnā€™t explain things to me. And if thatā€™s all, Iā€™m going to finish my chores."
"Iā€™ll come with," Sanji piped up, pushing his way through the throng to follow his crewmate, "itā€™s time to get started on dinner anyways."
The door swung shut behind the two.
Kenji held his hand out to Killer, who sighed and rummaged in his pockets for a wad of Berry, which he placed in the other manā€™s waiting palm. Brook, now with his jawbone, coughed awkwardly and moved to the crowā€™s nest to keep watch. Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi were still muttering and casting furtive glances at where Mari had left the deck. And for a moment, there was only the sound of waves lapping against the sides on the ship.
In the kitchen, Mari was silent as she chopped up the vegetables into small cubes; Sanji was the same while he grinded herbs and spices into a paste -- until he put down his pestle and asked:
"Is Kid wearing your hairband?"
Her knife suspended in midair, Mari glanced over at the blond, a small smirk growing on her face as she nodded.
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the-moon-pal Ā· 2 years ago
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*drops a candy in your cardboard mailbox* Happy Valentines Day!
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deathbxnny Ā· 3 months ago
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HEBUAWBIAHWUW HEY POOKIE!!!
Sorry I just love the open requestsšŸ˜šŸ˜ ANYHOW!
I've been requesting too much romantic shit.... Sooo, I've got an unusual mixup of characters! Kinich, Neuvillette and Wanderer with child, fem! reader. (I'd like age for reader to be like, 9-11 or even a bit younger but you can play with whatever age you want based on the scenario!)
So, in Wanderer's scenario reader has to be like adopted, since he's a puppet and all.
But for Neuvi's scenario (sorry I can only see him as a girl dad) I think reader could easily be his biological child, kinda like Sigewinne (she's old but looks like a child so that could work). Being Neuvi's daughter EUGHHHHHH I would die for that
In Kinich's scenario reader can be his 'adopted' or biological little sister you can choose!!
(apologies if it's very specific but my cravings for fanfiction are like those weird pregnancy cravings women get)
Anyways, I hope you're doing great mootie! Unfortunately, I haven't been getting better at all... health wise, yeah I got better, but mental health wise? I think I'm just getting worse. But I hope all's going better for you!!! xoxo and flowers for ušŸŖ»šŸŒ¼šŸŒø
Genshin men with a Fem!Child!Reader. | Neuvillette, Kinich, Wanderer
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Thank you sm for the cute request, dear moot!! I appreciate it a lot! Also, I completely get how you feel, as I've been feeling the exact same way. If you need someone to talk to, my dms are always open for all!!<33
Content: Child reader, platonic relationships, fluff, slight angst?, sfw
Reader is requested to be female!
((Not fully proofread))
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怋NEUVILLETTE
This man was elated when he first held you in his arms as a small infant. It was a rainy yet sunny day at the same time, his excitement showing in the tears he attempted so hard to hide. Deep down, Neuvillette felt his loneliness finally lift at your presence, glad to have someone in his life that he could cherish and love to his hearts content.
Therefore, it comes to no surprise that he spoiled you greatly with anything you wanted. He dressed you in frilly, lavish dresses, never sparing any expenses for your many fulfilled wishes. He arranged grand tea parties for you, never shying away from spending as much time as possible with you, despite his awfully busy schedule. It hurts his heart to be away from you for long periods of time, but he makes it up to you with sweets and gifts everytime.
Despite how much he spoils you, he also makes sure to instill a deep sense of justice into you. You are raised to seek truth and handle difficult situations with a righteous yet empathetic moral compass.
Seeing you advance and grow makes him prouder than you could ever imagine.
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怋KINICH
You were an orphan child he had taken in when you were just a very small baby. Growing up together, he often tried his best to provide you with everything he could, even with his rather difficult upbringing. At times, he worries that what he does isn't enough for you, but he tries his best to make you proud of him as an older brother and caretaker. You are what he fights for every day, and he keeps you in his heart during the annual tournament, especially.
He'll often also bring you trinkets and clothes back from his travels. He tries to spend a lot of time with you otherwise, too, like playing games or taking you out for some mildly adventurous walks.
Unfortunately for Kinich and you, Ajaw is ofcourse always there with you. He had initially banned any contact between you two until he noticed that the grand and allmighty dragon seemed rather docile around you at least. His goal was to make Kinich miserable after all... not you.
Either way, even when he worries that he isn't doing enough to give you the best life possible, it fills him with pride to see you beam up at him so happily. It makes all the hardships he goes through so worth it.
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怋WANDERER
He took you in mostly against his will at first. Your parents had abandoned you to pursue their academic dreams, and so you were, at the time, temporarily put into his care. He warmed up to you pretty fast, though, as your situation reminded him of his own. And something about that scared him deeply.
He knew that he wasn't the most ideal man, and his erased past very much highlighted that exact fact. But under Nahida's calming and wise guidance, he found himself reluctantly falling into fatherhood for your sake. It wasn't easy, and there were a lot of internal battles he still faces daily years later, that oftentimes can make you bump heads. But he does his best to provide you a good and better childhood than his own.
He tries to be loving, caring, and understanding, even if he doesn't know how to. Wanderer can be harsh and even very blunt, but he learned how to be patient and gentle through you. He spends a lot of time with you even whilst he's working around the Akademiya, often just dragging you along to make sure nothing happened to you in his absence.
He ultimately may not be the most greatest father out there... but he'll be damned if he didn't at least try to be for your sake. Just so that the cycle didn't repeat again.
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hotxcheeto Ā· 1 year ago
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Hi, can u write a domestic, fluffy, sweet headcannon about things ellie would do with the reader after coming back from work? I would love that<3
Biggest fan...
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š™„š™–š™žš™§š™žš™£š™œ(š™Ø) - Ellie Williams x G/N!reader
š™¬š™–š™§š™£š™žš™£š™œš™Ø - Cursing? It's fluffy
š™„š™§š™¤š™¤š™›š™§š™šš™–š™™ ? - Yeah/Nope
š™–š™Ŗš™©š™š™¤š™§'š™Ø š™£š™¤š™©š™š - HAPPY HOLIDAYSSSSSS!! THANK YOU SM FOR 4000 FOLLOWERS I LOVE YOU ALL!! even if i post every 2 months <3
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Ellie loves her job, she does
She just hates working
She'd rather be at home, with you, her game controller and whatever takeout you both picked for that night
And so when the end of the day rolls around, she gets in her car and drives home
Sometimes she'll surprise you with food if she knows you're having a rough day, or sometimes she'll just get it to get it
Then she's showing up with a bag in hand and a tired face and you know she's ready to eat and sleep
On regular days though, she loves coming home and walking in to you making dinner for the both of you
The smell of coming from the kitchen mixed with your humming?
She's down baddddddd
Astronomically
To the moon and back
She always did want to be an astronaut
But she'll walk in, and you'll know because she throws her shit more than half the time before picking it back up with a sigh
Then she wanders over to you despite definitely needing a shower but you never mind because she'll wrap her arms around your waist and hide her face in your neck
But the moment she cements this, it's impossible to get her off
Like I mean impossible
Sometimes she'll ramble at this stage of the night because she has a lot to say about her day and she doesn't want to forget before she tells you
So she'll just unload, all of it, while you're stirring soup or something
Oh and you love her but this girl can YAP
certified yapper
But you don't mind cause you haven't seen her all day so you just let her go
Then when she decides she's had enough, she'll try to cuddle on you again while you're cooking and you have to make her go and shower
It's sweet until you realize she's sweaty so off you make her go
You can hear her mumbling to herself as she walks away if you listen
More often than not she showers hella fast and is back out in the same koala position as before if the food isn't done
But she doesn't talk anymore
Silence besides your humming or your talking
And she very much prefers it that way because she loves the sound of your voice
And when you both sit down to eat she sits across from you when she's in a chatty mood and next to you when she's that tired she can barely keep her head up
She has those days when she stays up way too late despite you yelling at her
Take her phone, she'll be mad for five minutes then be fine after
the og ipad kid
Anyhow... after y'all eat, depending on how tired you both are, it's couch time
That's when you lay there and contemplate life together <3
It's TV show and movie timeeeeeeee
She's a game of thrones nerd
hated the ending too
Dany stan fr fr
Cause she's hot
Y'all are stuck to that couch until bed time
She cuddles bad, ur practically glued together for the entirety of the night
When it's skincare time she watches you
Same if you wear make up, she stares
0-0
It's just cause she finds you mesmerizing, until you make her wash her face too and put 48938490238 more products after
Then she pouts as you put them on her cause she wants to go to bed
But she gets happier once you're laying down and she's wrapped so far around you, you're sure she could be a contortionist if she decided to quit her day job
But she's a sweetie <3
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fauustic Ā· 2 years ago
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hi hi! i'm not very active on tumblr anymore but i came back for miguel o'hara and your snippets are what are keeping me alive at the very moment, is it alright if i request for some miguel fluff?
the prompt is that he tries really hard to keep his "touch-starvedness" unnoticeable but reader makes that very hard for him because even brushing shoulders and hands is enough to send him into cardiac arrest. it all goes to hell when reader gets genuinely concerned for him and twists into reader giving miguel the gentle touch he deserves :3
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(( I loved this ask so much... I will definitely do a different concept with this idea to bring it more justice! thank you for your request, so wonderful nonetheless! ))
my requests are still open!! i didn't proofread this one so if there are any mistakes sorry!!
gender-nonconforming reader x miguel ā€œspider-man 2099ā€³ oā€™hara
fluff.Ā miguel, so desperately touch-starved, yearns for any touch he canā€™t get. you unknowingly give it to him.
warnings: jealous and slightly violent miguel, perhaps slightly suggestive? MAINLY FLUFF THOUGH!! HE LOVES YOU SM!! anyhow heā€™s just a little silly and painfully in love with his co-worker ..
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A soft bump met your shoulders, tilting the vial you held ever so delicately with much more force than anticipated from the unexpected collision. The goggles resting upon your nose slanted from the impact as the burst of color within the flask splashed onto your lab coat. A frustrated groan erupted from your lips as a light chuckle sounded from right beside you.Ā 
ā€œJeezā€“ this isnā€™t funny Miguel!ā€ You couldnā€™t help but whine while hurriedly cleaning up your lab station before anyone from a different department of Alchemax could see your slip-up. The vial that held a mysterious substance wasnā€™t anything to worry about, it was a prototype for a more ecologically efficient paint alternative to further the health of citizens amongst Nueva Yorkā€“ but the progress being wiped away over something as small as a little bump on the shoulder almost made you fall to your knees.Ā 
Being hired as a rookie chemist to the most successful chemical corporation in existence had you sweating bullets over your every moveā€“ not even allowing yourself to step foot in the break room in fear that youā€™d have to reiterate what you have done during your time here. Which was much less accomplished than your assigned veteran lab partner, who always offered to help bring your concepts to fruitionā€“ but you declined with ease because you wanted to feel worthy to the department you were assigned.
This didnā€™t stop Miguel from coincidentally being a step behind your movements always, despite your insistence that you had everything under control.
It was nerve-wracking, feeling his gaze study you a bit too hard as you measured how clean a sample of underground Nueva York was in the dim light of a late night shift. Heā€™d make quips, soft against your exhausted temple while Miguel would finish the rest of your unfinished goals. Drifting off into the embrace of sleep, your eyes would crack open ever so slightly as he examined your work with a level of admiration in his gaze you've never noticed fully awakeā€“ tinkering and fiddling with whatever environmentally-productive project you had going on that shift. The last recollection of the night would be the touch of Miguelā€™s knuckles grazing your shoulders, a jacket wrapping around your back like a blanket. The smell of praline alongside bergamot orange stuck to your body like a shadow as you slumped awake the following morning, rushing home to shower and get ready for the shift you had the upcoming afternoon.
Following the next day, Miguel had a subtle smile upon his features as you returned his jacket with a flustered expression heā€™s never seen from you. Excitement bubbled against his chest like a shaken-up soda as he observed the slight bow of your head in appreciation, hands atop his scarred grasp that held onto the jacket you returned. You never caught the deep breaths flooding his lungs as the two of you separated, his jacket held tightly against his hammering heart. ā€œI, I need to go grab a coffeeā€“ā€ Miguel muttered underneath his breath, leaving before you could even acknowledge his dismissal. Confusion dazed your focus, remembering the last time you asked if he had wanted any coffee he mentioned he didnā€™t even like the caffeinated drink in the first place. Told you it made his insomnia worse.
The both of you had grown closer ever since that experience as surprising as it was, due to his cocky yet cold attitude usually clashing against your focus. If it wasnā€™t for his seriousness, the two of you would be bickering like partners forced to work on a group project in grade school. Which brought you back to the present, cleaning up the mess he had technically created due to bumping into you. A frown etched upon his face, stress lines from his hundreds of late shifts growing prominent at the tip of his lips. ā€œI was doing something importantā€“ and you waltz in and just knock it all over?ā€
ā€œā€˜Didnā€™t mean to, conejito.ā€ Miguel replied in his usual matter-of-fact tone, waving off his actions like every other time he's accidentally skewed your focus. "But I'm more than willing to fix what I did if you just stop acting like a spooked animal." It rolled off his tongue like an insult, but you knew that's just how he spoke. Short and blunt, with little quips towards anyone who annoys him just briefly. Just like every other co-worker, despite the amount of time the two of you have spent together, you always would get a taste of his attitude before you snapped right back at him.
But today, you were tired and running off of pure coffee as the sun began to set. Bickering with Miguel was something you wanted to stray away from at the time being. So you caved, giving him a gesture to come closer to you. "You can't help if you are standing seven feet away from me, O'Hara." You told him the obvious, readjusting the goggles that sat atop your nose while you went over the variables involved with your test.Ā 
For the first time in response to your sarcasm, Miguel was silent. Seconds ticked by as you grew more invested in resuming from where you left off, the little quarrel leaving your mind as soon as it came. You thought he'd ignore you and end up doing his own thing in your shared lab, but the distinct footfalls from his leather shoes moving closer after the rare quietness proved you wrong.
Miguel slid up right beside your hunched stance, close enough that the warmth from his arms met your wrists but not close enough where his rolled-up sleeves would collide against the fabric fitted against your arms.
You stood there, measuring the exact precise measurements from before with the several natural ingredients surrounding the both of you. And Miguel just watched, at least that's what you assumed, because that burning gaze of his seeped into the back of your head and sizzled against your fingertips working painstakingly slow mixing and working against the organic compounds. Nervousness prickled your skin, goosebumps following in its wake.
Due to your posture, when you snapped your attention to him you couldn't help but look up. Miguel's features were soft, an expression that you've never seen on him meeting your eyes. He was looking down at you, breathing in sleepily while subsciously leaning his body into your space. The unusual mannerism caught your attention with haste, and you were about to question if he was feeling okay before he perked up like he got shocked.
His gaze was distant until he realized you were looking straight at himā€“ immediately looking off towards the vials you had splayed in front of you like he was caught doing something wrong. You couldn't help but frown while you watched Miguel exhale deeply, his index and thumb meeting the bridge of his nose in a habit you've noticed throughout your time here. Miguel was stressed.Ā 
"Hey, it's okay that you messed up." The forgiveness falling from your lips only made him curl into himself more. Worry clouded your mind at seeing him so worked up, something you were so unfamiliar with. Usually, Miguel expressed himself in abrupt irritation that you always tried to help him throughā€“ the silent loathing almost made you ask him to go home out of concern. "Mistakes happen in the lab, Miguel. Please don't beat yourself up.
Soft graze meeting his shoulder, his body tensed up at the unexpected attempt of your's that was made to comfort him. The both of you danced around each other at best, the most contact from one another would be leading his movements with your own hold onto his hands while instructing assistance. Miguel's mouth fell agape, his unusually sharp canines he kept away was brought to your attention from the dim light highlighting his features. A gasp followed as your hand met his cheek while aiming for his forehead, which he tried to cover up with a cough.Ā 
"What are you doingā€“" He hissed out in a mess as the heat blooming from his cheeks set your own touch aflame. You hushed him, which he obliged without a word. Strange, you thought to yourself again. He never acts like this towards anyone, let alone get this close to another chemist within the building of Alchemax.
Palm brushing against the strands of hair blessing his forehead, you checked his temperature while his eyes fluttered close. "I'm checking your temperature, Miguel." You murmured against his jaw, boosting your height on your tiptoes in order to reach his forehead. "You've been off today, it's concerning."Ā 
"I'm fine," He muttered into the space between you, beginning to distance himself from your touch until your free hand met his other shoulder. It was as if a weight held him into place, grounding him within your touch as he shakily dug his fingers into his black dress-pants. You hadn't noticed the subtle slices into his thighs from his claws. Miguel's resolve was failing terribly.
His breath, quick and shallow, met the skin of your ear. It tickled. Hot air crashed into your contrasting cold flesh, digging into your nerves like boiling water.
Once your skin met his temple, he pushed against your touch like you were the only thing keeping himself afloat. His grasp met your elbow while the other relied on the counter for support. "Just feeling a bit under the weather." Miguel managed to mumble, brow furrowing as if he was in painā€“ never once did you catch the reddened hue painting his face and flustered glint in his eye.
"I've been telling you to stop overworking yourself," you scold him softly, shaking his grasp on your elbow just to take his hands into yours. "How much sleep have you gotten recently?" The question makes him cringe, the dark circles around his eyes as prominent as ever.
"Not enough." He admitted.
"You know that's not good for you." You reminded him with a frown. Warmth blossomed in your chest as his skin, warm and marred from his work with all sorts of scientific junk, caressed your knuckles with his thumb. He had calmed down as time ticked by, a sleepiness that clung onto him as darkness painted the canvas beyond the window of your floor. A huff of air escaped his lips as he rested his cheek against the cool of the lab table, safely distanced from what you were working on. Miguelā€™s hand didnā€™t dare move from your grasp, and you didnā€™t think about moving either. Miguel was slowly becoming a good friend of yourā€™s, if something so small as a little comfort was needed you were more than willing to help.
ā€œYeah, yeah.ā€ Was all he said. Silence dawned over the both of you as you resumed back to fixing up his mistakes. The dim light filled words left unsaid with a soft ambience, vials clinging against each other gently while liquids poured into one another. The night ended with you successfully conjuring up an ecological alternative to whatever paint Nueva had used before, which will certainly be good on your reportsā€“ and Miguel ended up getting the rest he needed.
You had pulled up a chair for him long ago, and he took it without a word. Slumped against your lab station, each time youā€™d try to pull away from him heā€™d mumble out a little, ā€œno, pleaseā€“ stay here.ā€ with his eyes still fluttered shut. He didnā€™t drool or snore, in fact it was a bit concerning how quiet he was as slumber took him. Almost like a vampire in his coffin, the idea of Miguel dressing up as Dracula made you stifle a laugh against the back of your free hand. Maybe youā€™d have to convince him to dress up for the next corporate Halloween event, as silly as it would be.
Miguelā€™s brow furrowed ever so slightly, mumbling out incoherency as your hand anchored him to this world. The light reminder of success infiltrated your senses as the smell of beeswax and linseed oilā€“ honey and lemon. Youā€™d already be on your way back home if Miguel didn't have his fingers intertwined with yours, murmuring things youā€™d never imagine him to say. It made your stomach churn, a wobbly smile meeting your lips as you laughed off his sleepy nonsense.
The fun ended too quickly it felt, as he suddenly stretched and groanedā€“ his hand pulling you a little with him. The weight on him snapped him awake, senses kicking into overdrive to clear his confusion. Once he realized he was in the safety of the lab he shared with you, Miguel visibly relaxed. When his gaze met your interlocked fingers, he almost fell out of his chair.
Miguel whispers out your name in an embarrassed mess, wrapping his free hand around his mouth in an attempt to calm himself down. But you merely hummed an automatic response, and he couldnā€™t help but shake the thoughts clouding his consciousness. You were affecting him in a way that almost left him frozen, emotions that felt close to a high rushed into his brain and messed with any rationality he was able to clutch. Miguelā€™s claws he kept at bay threatened to unsheathe into your knuckles as warmth painted his features into an unbearable heat.
By the time he had fully woken up, you were dozing off yourself.Ā 
Elbow propped against the counter while your head rested on your hand, drool etched the side of your lips as the world of dreams scooped you up and cradled you lovingly. You were blissfully aware of the carnal gaze of your lab partner, soaking in your soft, resting expression like a full-course meal. His heart ached painfully at a small snore that escaped his lips.
When it came to you, itā€™s almost as if he had a bad case of cute aggression on top of the painful crush that held him in a chokehold.
Every brush of your shoulder meeting his own short circuited his every thought, shocking his cold attitude into a soft spot for you. Every graze upon his hands, with that mouth of yours snapping at him with a certain playfulness, had him melting against you like putty. And here you were, spending the night with him in the stiff chairs of the lab simply because he had told you to in his exhausted stupor.Ā 
Miguel almost hyperventilated at how nice you were to him, grasp tightening on your hand every so slightly. He wanted all of you, he realized, as his lips came into contact with your knuckles.Ā 
Were you as sweet as always with the others in your shared department? Did you give them a piece of your mind, but then turned around with open arms and a hug when something went right? Did you share your secrets in the comfort of being busy, finding companionship with the one helping you who wasnā€™t him?
Miguel kissed your finger-tips as a soft gasp escaped your drooling lips, breathing in your scent like it was keeping him from unravelling altogether. The thoughts of someone else so close to you made his skin crawl and the urge to dig his claws within flesh. An insistent voice growled in the back of his head, ā€œprotect, closer, closer, need.ā€
It was his voice, snarling like a devil on his shoulder whenever he was clouded with your embrace. He craved your touch like it was a necessity to live, as important to breathe. His fangs trailed your wrist and your hold tightened onto his own hard instinctively. A pleased hum rolled off his tongue, you were just like a bunny caught into a trap. Prey at his mercy.
But he pulled away before he was too into his own head and did something he shouldnā€™t. Miguel wanted to see your nervous, wide-eyes gaze for himself when he offered to kiss youā€“ or practically begged you to when the time came. In no way would he allow himself to take away a moment so special between the two of you.
So Miguel swiped away the drool dripping down your chin, bringing his thumb that delicately grazed your face onto his tongue and tasted your spit for himself. It was sweet, like you had just finished chewing down a piece of pink bubblegum hours agoā€“ and that knowledge alone almost sent him off the edge of any human thought he had left.
So he collected himself, soothing out his lab coat before bringing a palm against his hair to smooth it back out. With a light smile and a deep breath, he invaded your space with a gentleness that rivalled a melodious tune.
Shaking you awake, Miguel brought his claws to your hair and raked through the curls. The action took you both by surprise, by you couldnā€™t help but purr a sleepy ā€œhello, silly,ā€ at the sight of waking up to his sleep-ridden self. He only chuckled, a red painting his ears that you couldnā€™t see.
ā€œHello to you too, mi corazĆ³n. Iā€™ll help you get home.ā€
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alexa-fika Ā· 8 months ago
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Hey, hey I wondering of you can Goldie from the newer Puss and boots movie x Whitebeard pirate. But imagine instead of goldie meeting the bears when she was a child and using all of the bear family stuff she instead uses the Whitebeard pirates stuff and like they found her sleeping in Ace bed because in the the original story she was in the youngest bear bed and Ace is the youngest of the crew. How does she react? How do the Whitebeard pirates react?
Second if this one is better
Goldie from newer movie x whitebeard pirates. But instead she is a teenager and she had already grown with the bear family but she got seperated from her bear family when the area in the whising star took her away from her dimension and she lands on the Whitebeard ship. How does she react? How do the Whitebeard pirates react?
Thank you sm if you answer this or do this, Im sorry if its to much you can pick one of the scenario wich is more to your liking. ā™”ā™”ā™”
Unexpected Reasons ( Whitebeard x f!child!reader)
A/N Here we gooo, am I the only one with a crush on goldilocks, that woman is gorgeous anyhow, I decided to go with your first prompt, im not sure if to call this a cook or a flop what do you guys think
Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese
Dividers by @/saradika
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"What the hell?" muttered Haruta, looking around the commander's quarters, which now lay in disarray. Various commanders commenting on the absence of some of their belongings.
"Did we get ransacked?" Questioned Ace
"No one would dare ransack Whitebeard, much less its mother ship; it doesn't hold water, idiot," Thatch scoffed.
"That last part was unneeded," he snapped, glaring at the chef.
" Ya pitchin' a fit?" he piped backĀ aĀ grin on his face.
"Cut it out, both of you-yoi," Marco Sighed.
"Perhaps it was Stefan. We were gone for a few days, and the lad was most surely angered at us leaving for such a long time," Vista Mused.
"We leave this room locked; he couldn't have gotten inside, not to mention Stefan is quite the behaved canine; I do not see him capable of this," Izou answered, frowning at the lack of his crimson obi amongst his things.
"Where is Stefan?" Thatch questioned
"Haven't seen the furball since we cameĀ back"
Their conversation is soon interrupted by the sound of ruffling; they all turn to the bed in front of them, and the covers draped over a lump on the mattress begin to shift.
"So it was you...Stefan," Ace exclaimed, stomping his way to his bed and uncovering the bed to reveal said canine. His words, however, paused as the crew's dog was not the only one lying on the bed.
"What is it-yoi?" Marco questionedĀ walkingĀ next to the freckled man only to stop and stare in a manner not much different from Ace himself, theĀ rest of the commanders mirrored their expressions as they stared at the child lying down on the bed, hugging Stefan close to her a familiar obi wrapped around her for additional warmth
"Well, I'll be; Pops is going to have the time of his life with this one," Thatch said, breaking out of his shocked state and grinning at the girl, who began to shift. She rubbed her eyes as she sat in the bed, letting out a giggle as Stefan began to jump on her, licking her face in greeting.
Izou smiles, gently scooping up the child into his arms.
"Hi there, who might you be?" he questionedĀ 
"I'm Dokucha!" She grins up at him
"You seem to have something of mine," he commented, gesturing to the crimson obi wrapped around her.
"It's pretty and soft," she smiles, nuzzling further into the silk, receiving a soft, amused hum from the sniper.
"What are you doing here?"
"It's comfy!"
Marco looked at the girl, letting out an amused laugh at her simplistic answer.
"You broke into a galleon belonging to pirates because you thought it would be comfortable."
"No!" she laughed, seemingly finding the idea entertaining.
"WellĀ that's goo-
"It was because I liked the whale. It's so cute!" she exclaimed, interrupting Ace's words as she threw her hands in the hair at her proclamation.
"..."
"..."
Ace lets out a slight snicker that soon turns into uncontrolled laughter, soon spreading to the rest of the commanders.
"Hey, dokucha, how would you like living in the cute whale?" Thatch questionedĀ lookingĀ at the small girl
"Do I get to be with the puppy?" She questions with a slight tilt of her head
"Do you mean Stefan?" Izou questioned, gesturing to the terrier who was pawing at his arms, trying to get to the girl once againĀ 
She nods, laughing gleefully as the dog leaps into Izou's arms, continuing his barrage of kisses on the girl.
"Well, we know how Stefan feels-yoi," Marco laughs.
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What do we think? That ending was kinda sudden so im kinda eh about it, what are we thinking?
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xo-cod Ā· 1 year ago
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hey sug,
can I please request ghost x girlfriend!reader where she is making his skull mask? Like sticking the hard plastic to the balaclava
please and many thanks - love your ā€œpink girlfriendā€ request
thank you sm love, sorry this is so rushed/ooc but it's so cute šŸ„¹ā¤ļøā€šŸ”„
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"how's it goin'?" simon finally came back from upstairs having placed his uniform and his gear in its rightful place for his mission the next day. it wasn't an overly serious one by any means but it was enough to make him prepared for any and all outcomes just in case
"almost done, c'mere for a sec" you nod to the space in front of you and he obeys, kneeling down as you gently place his balaclava over his face. the tenderness in your touch is still something he wasn't yet acquainted with depite you always doing it and he melts at the affection
"how does that feel?" you asked as the mask fits over his face snugly, the skull covering his face leaving only the holes for his eyes to peek out from. your fingers go under his cheekbones where the skull part stops, looking carefully for anything you missed to make sure it wouldn't snap this time
"it's perfect" he chuckles softly, looking in the mirror beside him as your hands delicately cinch in his face mask and clean the skull part which shines softly underneath the lights
"are you sure?" you ask again, moving his face a little to inspect the mask at all angles. you didn't have his helmet for the proper wear test but he didn't mind so much, letting your hands do whatever they needed. he just liked being touched by you anyhow. you still didn't quite understand his need for his skull mask but all you cared for was his comfort and that lay with his mask, you were sure to help him any way you could.
"i'm sure" he holds your wrist in his warm palm, leaning his cheek gently against it as he looks up to you. he's not the lieutenant, he's not ghost when he's with you. all he is, is a lover dedicated to his beau and cherishing every single moment no matter how mundane they may be.
simon looks content as he leaned against your knees, his lips curled into a smile under his balaclava when he looks at you. despite the face covering, his eyes show you what he's feeling. nothing but love flows between his warm brown irises, adoration that could never be expressed into words. no matter what mission calls him tomorrow, no matter with his armour awaiting him, he'll forever be simon riley to you. he'll always be your simon <3
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percyluvr Ā· 7 months ago
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Hiii,i love your blog and your writing sm and thatā€™s why i wanted to be brava and make a request!If you like the idea,can you please write a Percy imagine were reader is the daughter of Thetis(the water nymph/goddess and mother of Achilles)and she is the one that helps Percy with his water powers?Like they bond over that and fall in love with each other?Thank you very much!šŸ©µšŸ©µ
percy jackson x daughter of thetis!reader summary: percy meets a nereid; the rest is history wc: 2524 note: thank you so much for reading my works, i'm vv glad u love my blog & i hope i could do this request justice. i wasn't exactly sure if her kid would be a demigod or a nymph, so i thought because i haven't really seen any fics w a nymph!reader, i would get a lil creative w it! i do know that achilles was considered a demigod, but i figured maybe her female children would be nereids(?)
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Percy had been claimed as a son of Poseidon about a month ago at this point, and he was desperately trying to understand his powers. When he was claimed, he assumed that it would be easy to harness the power of the sea, since, well, his dad was the literal God of the Sea. Unfortunately, it was not coming as naturally as he had hoped and assumed it would, and so he now found himself swimming in the sea near Camp Half-Blood, searching for someone or something to help him get a leash on his powers.
He tried contacting his dad, to no avail; now aimlessly swimming. The only thing that had truly come natural to him was the ability to breathe under water, which was helpful now, since he didn't have to keep coming up to the surface for breath and could now just focus on finding help.
It'd been about 2 hours of just what others would consider mind-numbing swimming, but Percy enjoyed it anyhow.
He eventually found himself face to face with a young girl whom he would consider one of, if not the most beautiful person he'd ever come across. Though he was a son of Poseidon, Percy swears that he found it increasingly difficult to breathe. The longer he looked at you, the more and more aware he was that he was underwater, and all he could think was 'I'm a son of Poseidon and I'm going to drown, and because somehow it can get more embarrassing than that, I'm going to drown in front of a beautiful girl and she's probably going to laugh and I'm never even going to get to know her name or hear her voice, which is probably the most heavenly thing anyone would ever get a chance to hear and-'
His thoughts are broken when he hears you speak, and somehow your voice sounds even more heavenly than he had assumed it would be.
"Hello, Perseus," you say, smiling, and Percy thinks that his heart might just burst into a million little pieces that will eventually drift out into the water surrounding the two of you.
"Hey, hi, um," he struggles to assemble his thoughts into a coherent sentence.
"Take your time, Perseus. You will not run out of breath, as I believe you thought you would just a few seconds ago," you speak, fighting the urge to giggle at the silly boy that has found his way to your home.
"Um, first, you can just call me Percy, if you want. Second, I know I won't, I was just, uh, distracted for a second. And third, I'm here because, embarrassingly enough, apparently the fact that I'm the son of Poseidon doesn't matter to this water, which will not do anything I want it to unless I'm in a life or death situation, which does happen to occur quite often, so really I'd probably be fine, but I would sort of like to be able to have the comfort of knowing that I can actually use these cool powers that every tells me I have," he rambles. "Sorry, that was kind of a lot," he concludes.
"Do not worry, I followed along quite easily, actually. Anyhow, if you require assistance with your endeavors, I am here to aide you. When I'm not busy helping your father at the castle, that is," you offer.
"Really? I mean I was hoping you would say that, but I wasn't sure you would. But yeah, I'll take you up on that, thanks," he flashes you a smile.
"Wonderful. Feel free to stop by or call my name into the water, and I'll hear it and come to you if I'm able."
"Right, uh, not to be rude, but uh, what's your name?"
"Ah, right, I forget how you demi-gods don't bother to learn the names of the Nereids anymore."
When you tell him your name, you believe you see his eyes glisten in adoration, unless, of course, you're making that all up in your head because the boy in front of you is way cuter than you had ever imagined when you had just heard his name being thrown around by the gossiping Nereids around the palace.
"Well, then, Percy, you should be on your way. I have things to be doing now."
"Right, bye then. Thanks for, y'know, offering to teach me pretty much everything," he says bashfully.
"Of course." He begins to swim away and all you are left with the ability to do is wave as he slowly gets farther and farther away.
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It'd been not even a week since Percy had been, in his descriptions to his friends at camp, blessed by your presence, and though the two of you had barely become acquaintances, he found himself missing the sound of your voice and the odd, in his opinion, outdated way that you spoke.
This type of yearning for a person's presence is not the type of yearning he feels for his mother, Sally, and so, this feeling is quite new to Percy. Of course, as a teenage boy, he doesn't know how else to manage this intense feeling, so immediately he goes to the beach and calls your name into the water.
"Hello, Percy, I can't say I'm surprised that you're this eager to harness the power of the sea. I was also very invigorated when I first learned of what was possible once at one with the sea."
"Am I not already one with the sea? My dad is literally the God and King of the sea. And are you not also one with the sea from birth? Aren't Nereides water spirits or whatever?"
"Ah, Percy, you misunderstand. You are not born one with the sea, even as a Nereid. You must prove to the sea that you are not afraid of it, and that you will not take advantage of it. It may takes days, or weeks, but I suspect that you will do just fine."
"And how exactly am I supposed to prove that?"
"You will see," you said cryptically, and before Percy could object to this statement, you were gone, and he was staring out into the clear blue water of the Atlantic Ocean.
"Jeez, when someone offers to teach you, you would think they would actually teach you something and not just say some weird cryptic stuff and then disappear," he grumbles to no one in particular.
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Of course, you were correct in your assumption that Percy would quickly prove to the sea that he could be trusted to harbor its power. He manages to form a ball of water the size of a fist before losing focus, leaving the water to splash back down and become one with the sea again.
However, he was not discouraged, and in his invigorated state, he calls out for you without even realizing it.
"Hello, Perseus. I see that I was correct," you said, a bit smugly, Percy must say.
"Yeah, yeah. Will you actually teach me now?"
"Indeed. I wanted to be sure that you were competent enough for my help, so I do apologize for how ominous my words were."
"You're all good. I do have a question though, and feel free to try to drown me if this is rude."
"Do proceed with your inquiry." At that, Percy nearly bursts out laughing at how much you sounded like an office e-mail from someone's annoyed boss, but managed to somehow keep composure.
"Uh, why do you talk like.. I don't know, so formal. Aren't you my age?"
"I do apologize. I do believe you are older than me, which may come as a surprise to you. But to answer your main question, I talk so 'formal' because that is simply how everyone at the palace speaks. I suppose we do not have much contact with anyone outside of the ocean, and so we have not picked up on all of the latest dialects and ways of speaking."
"Well, I guess that makes sense then, my bad."
"Do not worry."
"So, uh, do I get to learn more about 'harnessing the power of the ocean' or whatever now?"
"I suppose now would be as good a time as any."
"Cool, cool, where do we start?"
You lift your fist into the air, a large section of water rising into the air and forming into the shape of a large sea turtle, forming into different animals as you rotate your hand in the air.
"Are you able to do that? Even a basic animal shape would be fine, but if not, we must begin, well, at the beginning."
"Oh, man," he grumbled
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It'd been a few months of you popping in a few days a week to assist Percy with his ambitions, and he was finally able to wield the power of the sea like he once hoped he would be able.
However, September was rapidly approaching and Percy would soon have to return to school, meaning he would not get to see you nearly as often, which certainly put a damper on what was already a terrible week leading up to the start of the wretched school year.
And so, he resolved that the two of you would talk every day until he had to leave. He didn't care that he had progressed past the point of needing your help anymore, he just wanted to be in your presence for however much longer possible.
It was nearly instinct at this point for Percy to call your name out into the sea, and he was not one to fight it.
"Good to see you, Percy. But as I'm sure you're fully aware, you do not need my tutoring anymore. Perhaps I'm getting ahead of myself, but I do believe that you've even surpassed me, and that doesn't come as a surprise," you praise.
"I don't know about that, but I am pretty cool now," he says jokingly.
You smile. "But uh, I didn't call you for practice, I just thought that, uh, that maybe we could just hang out, y'know? I mean you did help me a lot, so I figure why not give you some company outside of all those old people or whatever back at the palace," Percy admits.
"That doesn't sound horrible. You are quite interesting, I would like to get to know you more as well. And yes, I could use some time away from my fellow Nereids at the palace," you sheepishly say.
"That's what I thought. Hey, by the way, you never told me who your parents were. You know who my dad and mom are, but I don't know either of yours."
"Ah, my mother is a bit more obscure nowadays, as she's not one of the Goddesses that the Greeks traditionally worship as they do the Olympians. She is a water nymph, but also a Goddess, and unfortunately is no longer worshipped in the same proportion as she was in Ancient Greece," you sadly explain.
"Huh, that's pretty cool. I mean, not the part that she's not really worshipped anymore, but the part of her being a nymph and a Goddess. Um, anyways, do you ever talk to my dad?"
"Occasionally, your father will ask me to accompany him or to do various tasks. He is a kind man, I do like his presence, if that is what you were trying to get at."
"That's good. I've only talked to him a few times, but I figured he was a nice guy," Percy grins, "Do you ever get to talk to your mom?"
"Yes, my mother, Thetis, and I are quite close. She lives in the palace with me."
"Wow, I'll be honest, I'm kinda jealous. I mean, I think my dad is cool, and I know he's like a big shot Olympian and whatever, but I think it'd be nice if we could actually talk in person and bond or whatever," he admits.
"Yes, I understand. It must be hard, but for the majority of the year, you have your mother, yes? Or are you a year-round camper?"
"Yeah, you're right. I do have my mom for most of the year, so it's worth it. She's the best," he cheers up at the mention of his mother.
"I figured you would say that. She raised you well. You are much kinder than some of the campers here, but I suppose that is not their fault."
"Nah, it's not. It is what it is sometimes."
You nod, and the conversation flows smoothly on.
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Today was the last day that Percy would be at camp, since his mother was picking him up later that day after lunch.
He decided that since he only had a few hours left at camp for the summer, he would spend them with the person he now considered one of his closest friends, even though he'd only really known you for a few months at this point.
When he called your name, you appeared almost instantly.
"Hey, Percy," you said, grinning.
"Switching up the greeting today?"
"I suppose since today was your last day here, I would start trying to speak like you and perhaps by the time you came back from school, I would speak more 'naturally,' as you put it."
"Huh, the way you talk doesn't actually bother me, y'know."
"That may be true, but I would like to learn to speak more modernly anyhow."
"If you want to, go for it. But uh, I thought maybe we could do that thing, it's called like, Iris messaging or something? With the drachmas? Then we could keep in touch while I'm at school, too," Percy says nervously.
"That does sound like a good idea. Now that we're friends, I think it would be optimal that we spoke frequently and updated each other on our lives. Good thinking."
He chuckled. "Good, good. I, uh, also wanted to say that... well, I think you're really pretty, and I thought maybe next summer, we could, uh, maybe go on a date or something. I don't know if you feel the same way, but if you do and you do want to, that would be pretty cool," he rambles, interrupted by the foreign feeling of your lips on his.
After a few moments, you detach your mouth from his. "Was that, uh, alright?" You quietly ask.
"Yeah, jeez, that was way better than alright. That was perfect," he says, a deep red adorning his cheeks.
"That is excellent to hear," you say, smiling wider than you'd ever in your life.
"Well, I need to go to lunch, and uh, then my mom is picking me up. I'll Iris message you as soon as I get home, okay? So make sure you're ready."
"See you tonight, Percy," you happily state, dissolving back into the water as quickly as you had appeared.
He stares into the beautiful clear water for a bit before he walks away, unaware that you had appeared again and were watching him walk away, a look of adoration decorating your features.
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archerdepartures116 Ā· 23 days ago
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So, doing it for the first time, whole ask thing...
Saw how some where asking stuff of your peak lords..
And can we send a basket of cookies for/to them? Anonymous basket of tasty cookies for everyone on Cang Qiong Mountian Sect. They deserve them.
On another note, your art is fantastic, your AUs are splendid! May you be always bountiful in inspiration, free time and good mood/food! Wish you a good day, lovely person.
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hehe cookies yummy (chocolate chip ofc the classic)
anyhow thank you sm ahahsdksjd this made me feel very warm inside ahah
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skwhluvr Ā· 11 months ago
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sung hanbin as a dad / husband | headcanons
ā€ paring: sung hanbin x fem!readerĀ 
ā€ warnings : pregnancy, kissing, marriage, morning sickness, talks about insecurity due to pregnancy, pregnancy cravings, just very cute generally, fluff, small angst (?), zb1 members makes camo, hanbin (yes he needs his own warning) let me know if i missed any :D
ā€ a/n: starting off by saying I apologize for any grammatical errors šŸ˜“ i watched that ep of zb1 taking care of the babies and i needed to write something + that picture influenced me sm. sticking to headcanons because im not confident at all with my story writing skills and i haven't really written one in ages. anyhow hope you guys enjoy this !!! thank you sm for the likes and reblogs on last one :(( <3 šŸ„ŗ
ā€ was listening to all of me by john legend, dandelions by ruth b and love me like you do by ellie goulding while writing this.
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- yā€™all should watch the ep because heā€™s so :((( I want to cry I love him so much <3ļæ¼
- during the pregnancy he would buy all those motherā€™s book or any pregnancy related books he could find. he would probably act like a mom who would tell you to eat certain things since itā€™s good for your pregnancy. He would come home each day with some random fact.
- he loves talking to the baby !!! he would lay down next to you and start talking to your tummy <3 ā€œhi baby !! your dad is so ready to meet you ! omg did you what your mom tried today ??ā€ he goes on telling the baby bout his day and leave kisses ALOT OF THEM.
- every night before bed he would give you a kiss and your tummy one because apparently he needs to be equal sharing his love (heā€™s playful)
- heā€™s willing to buy any type of food regardless of the time, to make sure your cravings are satisfied. on top of that he would actually join you and ā€œtryā€ have some of your cravings.
- one night he will find you curled up crying. it was one of those nights where you let insecurities get the best of you. immediately he would drop everything and bring you to a hug. ā€œwhat happened love ?ā€ ā€œi just. i just feel like you wouldnā€™t love anymore for how i look after i give birth, and these marks itā€™s such-ā€ ā€œlove donā€™t say such a thing. Iā€™ll always love you and right now youā€™re looking most beautiful i have seen my life, carrying my childā€
- he would spend the night cuddling with you and giving reassurance that youā€™re beautiful, amazing and best thing that ever happened to him.
- he is such a girls dad and you cannot disagree with me. I speak the truth /j
- he would be biggest supporter during your pregnancy. honestly you couldnā€™t have done it without his help <3
- ā€œno hanbin no more sweets.ā€ ā€œbut look at them ā˜¹ļø how could you say no to those eyes šŸ„ŗā˜¹ļøā€
- probably would say itā€™s time for bed and spent an hour playing with the child. hey at least you get to relax.
- randomly would surprise you and the baby with flowers or just something random
- Lego or puzzle games = family bonding
- teaches the kid how to dance. it could be random chores of their song or just any song he has in mind.
- love mothers or fathers or childrenā€™s day ! you guys have a tradition of some kind. whether it being going out to eat together or stay home and have home cooked meal. just cute little tradition for your little family ā™„ļø
- hanbin would love to spoil his kid. whether it be toys or clothes. if he ever goes shopping he wonā€™t forget to bring something for his child.
- he loves to bring matching clothes for three of you guys. it just warms his heart sm.
- one night you see him cry and worried you asked him what happened. he would explain how you and the baby is the best thing that happened to him. howā€™s heā€™s so thankful for it all the time šŸ„ŗ you would give him the biggest hug ever (i love him sm)
- his members came to visit the baby. boy WAS THE BABY SPOILED. all 8 off them just couldnā€™t stop themselves !!!
- all of them are so absorbed by how the baby is !! they would honestly fight on whoā€™s the better uncle. hanbin will make joke how yujin has a younger sibling.
-hao is the official babysitter šŸ˜
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moodymisty Ā· 4 months ago
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my lord misty, i humblyeth requesteth more of cato. ambassador flustering him maychance. him being a munch, even. i will take anything you will give to water my crops. because space marines acting like 8ft dweebs does vile things to my frontal lobe. LMFAO thank u sm <333
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Authorā€™s note: A short snippet from an abandoned idea Iā€™ll use for this, i hope you enjoy :3
Relationships: Cato Sicarius/Fem!Reader
Warnings: None
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ā€œCareful.ā€
Sicarius takes your hand in his own, helping you off the ramp of the thunderhawk. A strong gust of wind nearly sends you toppling to the ground not moments later; The harsh mountains where the Ultramarine Fortress Monastery resides is not usually this windy.
Sicarius within moments simply scoops you up into his arms, his forearm under your bottom. Your arms out of instinct wrap around his neck, fingers against the collar of what little is exposed of his black armoring suit. Your dress whips around in the harsh wind, but Sicariusā€™ hand wraps around your calves to keep it from flying upward.
He continues walking forward with his same unwaverable stride, until an Ultramarine Lieutenant comes close and looks at you both with what can only be described as greatly amused.
ā€œToo windy, Lady Sicarius?ā€
The marines of Second Company have taken to calling you the title as a jest at their captain, who has long since ceased trying to get them to stop. Each time he tried- even punishing some - never seemed to stick. Unlike the title.
He knows theyā€™re right in the end anyways- he supposes he should let it lie rather than being called a hypocrite anyhow.
That doesnā€™t mean Sicarius doesnā€™t grow hot in the face from anger, his tanned skin flushing a bit and nose wrinkling. He stays silent however, not putting you done nor slowing his strides. If anything, heā€™s seemed to have sped up.
The marine that spoke watches you shake your head, hands gripping the thick velvet fabric of Sicariusā€™ ornate cloak for additional support.
ā€œI donā€™t remember it being this windy last time I was here,ā€
You yell as another gust whips your clothes around. Quickly Sicarius makes their way inside, the harsh wind no longer giving a painful hollow in your ears.
He puts you down roughly not a few moments later, squaring his shoulders.
ā€œI must go commune with the other captains.ā€
Sicarius gives you one parting glance before leaving briskly, not noticing you watching him with raised eyebrows.
The marine that had called you Lady Sicarius watches as well, before rolling his eyes and also leaving.
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oneirataxia-girl Ā· 1 year ago
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ā‡ BIRTHDAY BASH EXCHANGE -- Red Dreamer
me, you, and the moon
@carmens-garden i wasn't really sure where you'd like to draw resources from and i wanted this to be a surprise, so i used ella and sophie's resources from yellowjackets, hope that's okay and you like this!! ily girlie <33
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pendwelling Ā· 27 days ago
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I think you mentioned not having read part 2 of tcf so I'll leave this here for you:
ā€œHey Dongsaeng, do you by chance want to be the Prime Minister?ā€
ā€œā€¦ā€¦.ā€
Cale looked at Alberu with a gaze that made it seem as if he truly had been wronged. It was Alberuā€™s turn to flinch.
Caleā€™s complexion looked good since his return from the Central Plains, but seeing this extremely hurt gaze tugged at his heart.
ā€œā€¦That was so mean of me.ā€
Alberu apologized and Cale happily accepted it.
ā€œYes, your highness. That was too much.ā€
- Part 2 - ch 208
NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY, THIS IS REAL LMAO????? OH MY GOD....... CROWN PRINCE APPOLOGIZE RIGHT NOW šŸ˜­šŸ˜­
"... That was so mean of me." "Yes (good you know)." THATS SO FUNNY. WHY IS HE LIKE THIS šŸ˜­ Alver's reply sounded so sincere too. Did Cale hit him with the kicked-puppy look? A thousand-yard stare? I'm reeling. I'm gonna think about this for days. I'm almost tempted to read Part 2 just because of this (I'm not going to bc I value my sanity...)
Good to know Cale is still suffering from success (can it rlly be called success if he's always heading further away from his slackers life?) as always tho šŸ˜­ Over a thousand chapters and still no end in sight for him, huh...... Jung Yeseo, you really got lucky. Thanks to the power, will, and sincere wishes of the readers (story-wise and meta-wise haha), you were able to reach your happy ending... Sadly for Cale, it seems both the readers and writer want to prolong his suffering šŸ˜‚šŸ˜­šŸ˜­
(((ANYHOW THANK YOU SM FOR SENDING THIS EXERPT ANON. I LET OUT THE BIGGEST AMUSED YET PITYING LAUGH)))
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