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[shadowedresolve]

like this post for something from erina, eri, toshiro or ann?? i am craving to write them some more and i don't have too many drafts for them atm, so!

[cyellolemon]

Mairuma fanarts again, had to draw Kalego's fluffy familiar form because he's everything to me <333 + trying to figure out how to draw this trio

[phosphorus-noodles]

i am also a crochet fiend and i would love to know your process for lizzie and joel! no worries if not. i hope pearl and oli are going well!

HEHEHE HIII WELCOME TO THE CLUB!!! :D

I actually did make a post about the process!! It's so chaotic and I'm so sorry for that ahsdkjfas but it's here! It didn't show up on my blog at first when I was digging for it, but it does exist haha

And, shameless self plug, these are the dolls in question <3

(I also made a pattern for the axolotls too, and it's still pretty scuffed but hey it's something lol)

BUT THE GOOD NEWS IS- I actually wrote down my entire pattern for Pearl!! She's been done since literally July, but I never posted her because I was planning on making a Tilly to go with her but the one I made was actually atrocious so I was gonna redo her but I waited too long and then forgot about it for four months 😭

Hoping to do a nice photoshoot for her sometime soon, then she'll be posted with her pattern/process too!

(I was on vacation when I finished Joel and Lizzie so we took fancy pictures at some fancy gardens, but I don't actually live in a place with nice foliage-)

And Oli I actually started last week!! Just a basic sketch over a picture of the base doll pattern I use (important part of my process^tm) but hopefully I'll start actually crocheting him soon! He'll get a proper pattern too, don't worry, I'm learning <3

But yeah! Sorry to use your ask as a crochet project update ahsdjkfsa- but progress is actually happening!!!! I'm so excited :D

[indigodreames]

@dcstinyscdgc // wanted a moodboard ( for bell, leo & dongsun ! )

[abcjxyzyeo]

haiii!! i have a request for you! could you maybe do a Sokka x Kiyoshi Warrior reader who watches over Sokkas trainings with Suki and he becomes embarrassed or wtvr because of how much hes failing? it can go any way you want, idm really. thanks sweets!<33

-🦢

Heart of a Warrior

AN; Request by 🦢 !!! Omg I absolutely love this idea sm, I had a little field day w this one 😘😘 But tbh I didn't know how to end this too the ending is kinda rushed and bad !!! Also for this js imagine Sokka and Suki r 20 and reader is 18 !!(It doesn't matter but Katara and Aang r still 12/14 !!) AND ONE MORE THING OMFG anyways just imagine that the gaang stayed at kyoshi for a little bit longer like 2 weeks before the fire nation came. (why does it feel so weird writing a fic for Sukis' sister x Sokka like dam she rlly stole her sisters man 😭😭)

Pairing; Sokka x afab!reader(romantic), Suki x afab!reader(family)

summary; When the gaang visits Kyoshi Island to ride some Koi fish, Sokka seems too distracted too even try to figure out whatever is going on with Katara and Aang. And distracted by a certain younger Kyoshi Warrior

warnings; not proof read!!, angst(?), sumwhat sfw ? semi one sided enemies to lovers

You sighed, wiping off the lengthy make up you wear to be a warrior. You loved being a Kyoshi Warrior more than anything, but it was tiring. You were two+ years younger than everyone else so Suki, your older sister and the leader, let you take breaks every so often. Luckily she said you can take the day off. You started to lay down to take a nap when you heard running and yelled outside, in your pjs you ran to grab your fan and went quickly outside. Staring at the trio that was tied to the podium you were star struck. Their clothes were so different than anything you have ever seen. You had honestly(but luckily) been sheltered to only have to know clothing from the earth kingdom and Kyoshi island. After debating between the three and your sister, the young bald monk was revealed to be the avatar. Something about it irked you and you rolled your eyes. When you looked back you had caught the attention of a water tribe boy who seemed to be your sisters age. he started to walk over and talk to you, but nothing peaked your interest. Mostly just him giving back handed sexist compliments.

"Your sister is pretty strong for a girl!" He chuckled, obviously annoyed he was ambushed by girls.

"Uh huh" not giving him common curtesy to look him in the eyes.

After a few more comments you simply zoned him out. Well until he asked something that you were actually interested in.

"Sooo.. are you one of the painted fighters too?"

"Um. A Kyoshi warrior? Yea I am" and he gave an interesting look so with that you walked off sighing to yourself. The first outsiders to visit during this 100 year war had to be the most uninteresting people ever. (Cuz honestly you weren't completely convinced the Avatar was here on good terms, he'd probably just lead the fire nation here.)

For the next few days you saw Sokka try and learn how to fight like a Kyoshi Warrior. It kind of disgusted you, you know he just wanted to be better than Suki, but luckily she was the best of the best so you had nothing to fear.

Suddenly you found your feet moving towards the duo practicing, against your will. You knew you disliked Sokka, you avoided him as much as possible. It was baffling to you how different he is from his sister, at least you could stand her. Once you reached the two you sat on a near-by tree stump. Sokka looked over mid attack and absolutely fumbled falling straight on his face. You rolled your eyes and his face went bright red. For the hour that you watched them, Sokka missed every hit and took every hit thrown at him. By this time you were annoyed, instead of finding it humorous. It was like he was trying to be funny and mess with a sacred art form. Frustrated, you loudly groaned and walked away. Sokka knew he had messed up, he wanted to be good, he wasn't sure if it was for him or for you. He thanked Suki and ran off to find you.

Practicing all your moves you had learned over the course of your young teenage life, you left someone creep behind you. Stopping what you're doing you turn around, expecting Suki, but finding Sokka. You simply crossed your arms expecting him to speak.

"You saw me practice today" he uttered embarrassed

"Indeed I did," rolling your eyes

"I didn't mean to mess up, I was just nervous with you watching!"

"Whatever you say water boy, just stay out of my way and stop making a fool out of yourself." you turned back around and tried expanding your fan, but suddenly a hand was on your wrist and your hip, spinning you around instantaneously. Sokka's face was mere inches from yours, he looked down at your lips and back up to your eyes making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

"Why won't you give me a chance?" he whispered low

Your mind whirred, 'chance for what? Why does he want a chance? Why is he so close?'

"Um what do you mean?" you gulped loudly

He let go of you lightly, "Why don't you give me a chance to show you I'm not who you think I am, I'm strong and a warrior."

You immediately scoffed "Yea right, what I saw today really showed that." this obviously pissed Sokka off, and he lowered his head down to stare at you in the eyes. Suddenly you could smell him, taking a moment to appreciate how clean he kept himself, you gathered and studied every inch of his face. Pausing to look at how nice his lips looked in the light. A moment of silence was suddenly broke.

"Like what you see?" He said smirking, leaning in to close the distance between yours and his lips.

You yelped loudly before throwing him over your shoulder and running away.

After what happened it was easy to ignore him and his practices. But your heart didn't want to, some how that stupid pony tail boy made you yearn for him. But your brain knew it wasn't a good idea to fall for a strange boy, let alone let him know that. But fate was against the organ in your head and as you turned the corner you saw, once again, your sister practicing with the water tribe boy. You walked up to them to watch but this time when Sokka noticed you, he gave it his all. Easily overpowering Suki, her face turning bright red that you could see through the makeup. Sokka crossing his eyes and giving a smug look. Your jaw dropped and you felt something inside your stomach, a tight knot that wouldn't untie. Sokka walked over to you after thanking Suki and bowing to her.

"How was that?"

you just stared at him, shellshocked. Causing him to laugh he rolled his eyes at you, he wrapped one hand around your waist and one around the back of your neck pulling you in for a kiss.

You eased yourself into it, kissing back. Your brain knew it was wrong but what was so bad with letting your heart win?

"Well Sokka, you do have the heart of a warrior." you laughed before leaning in for another kiss.

[creaman]

Hello! Just want to say that I absolutely adore your designs for Jon, Edward, and Jervis! They're so detailed and extra. I love them sm. Up in the top two favorite designs. My favorite is definitely Jervis. Which is funny, because in just about every version he's my least favorite of the three. His design is just so fun and goofy and him. It's amazing. They all are.

Anyways that's it. Byeeee<33

Oh? Do you now? Well I’m glad you think so because now you’re getting

Design Notes — Riddler | Scarecrow | Hatter

I drafted up some rogue designs last year, actually. They’ve mostly evolved from those. Content warning for horrific old art.

The McGriddler — Ah, a grown man with the strength of a baby! I’ve actually had this… horrendous peacock concept in my brain since 2022, back when my Riddler design was a dirty blonde/brunette. I hated him. He had the costume, but not the flair. Not to mention the generic facial structure.

Luckily, New Riddler is now an ostentatiously dressed vain attention whore! Highly fashionable, extensive wardrobe (def designing more outfits for him) and a possible mid-life crisis arc where he just wears a bathrobe and wifebeater for a month straight.

And listen, I’m not much of a writer, but there are notes on his personality.

Not great ones, though.

And rather than his ambiguous forensics/science job, he now works in I.T. Or rather, worked in I.T. (fired for patronising tech support customers)

For Jon — He’s always had black eyes with orange ringed pupils (initially blue) from the fear toxins. Drafted him up in high school because I was coping.

I’ve always intended to give him multiple costume designs. With narrative purposes. He redesigns himself. Ofc he couldn’t be satisfied with one thing, no, he has winter, summer, Witch Doctor, stealth etc. costumes on the way.

The initial design was trying to do too much — Patches, stitches, belt straps, arm warmers, utility belts, boots. Clutter. (Does NOT help that I can hardly decipher my old sketches.)

So, we just remove the overtly slutty components from the main design—

—And put them in a seperate campier Scarecrow design that I use as a Halloween-sona.

Silly Crazy Zonka Wonka — I think I was looking at pics of the Depp Hatter for the old design, which. May explain some things.

Acute observation! They look nothing alike. So I’ve kept absolutely nothing from the initial design except for the choppy wavy hairstyle.

Completely different colour scheme. Subbed out the TF2 Ghastly Gibus for the Towering Pillar of Hats. (Because ofc The Hatter would have something from the funny Hat FPS, no?) Shorter. Feebler. Every sickness on the planet. Congratulations! Mercury poisoning.

The initial concept for the redesign was to have a sort of reversible coat with his Arkham outfit on one side, and Rogue outfit on the other. You can see I just opted for him to wear a combination of both.

[riiwrites]

hiii !! my mind has been so fixated on sigma lately so could i possibly have any sigma fluff ?

tysm dear ♡

𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

a/n : ofc you can love, ty for your request, i hope head canons are alright for you? 💗

genre : pure fluff

warnings : none

wc : 540

— 𝐒igma is genuinely one of the sweetest boyfriends you could have ever asked for

- he’s just so gentle with you and so sweet

- you two never argue about anything but if you did, it’d be on a very rare occasion about something silly

- due to him only being on Earth for about three years i feel like you’d be his first lover, although he has so much experience with running a casino i just don’t think he’s ever had time to focus on things such as relationships

- that’s why he holds you so close to his heart, he cherishes you, scared that one day you’re going to leave and he’ll be alone

- sorry that was a bit angsty on my part, anyways-

- speaking of him and his casino!!

- he would 100% rigg the casino machines in order for you to win every single time

- he would never admit it though because he just loves seeing you get so happy when you win

- you already know he riggs them in your honour tho but you pretend you don’t know to keep him happy too (≧◡≦)

- LOVES head pats and head kisses

- giving or receiving he doesn’t mind, he’ll normally kiss you on the crown of your head and call you his ‘angel’

- he calls you his angel because he feels like his life had a whole other purpose besides his casino when you walked in

- ur his purpose :((

- basically, you’re his miracle angel

- would give you other pet names such as “love” “miracle” “princess” etc

- you help him run the casino too at times if he would get too stressed

- he doesn’t want to bother you but you insist on helping

- “it doesn’t feel like working when it’s with someone you love”

- loves giving you hugs from behind too, planting a soft kiss on your neck at times

- he’s not afraid to show you off either

- he’ll have you gently placed on his lap whenever he’s sitting down wherever it’s with customers, staff members etc.

- if he’s doing work in his office he’ll have you placed on his lap whilst his chin rests on your shoulder doing whatever he’s doing

- he truly does think of you as his prized possession and he cares for you sm <3

- i also feel like he’d be surprisingly good with doing hairstyles etc

- but i also feel like that’d be false at the same time tho cuz i mean his haircut atm isn’t doing my head canon any justice..

- sorry i love sigma i didn’t mean for that to be slander, anyways 😭

- he would just love playing with your hair, doing styles with it putting clips in it and what not

- would also spoil you with SO much clothes

- very fashionable ones too cuz his outfit is just 💋💋

- his love language is probably acts of service or quality time

- just loves doing stuff for you and he enjoys most of his spare time with you

- bottom line is : he always has a smile on his face when he’s with you <33

[killerpillar]

any book recs? looking for something to hold me over inbetween your updates! anything you’ve found yourself pulling inspo from for your fic or that you think a fellow levi fan would love?

hi!!! ofc, i've got plently of fic recs, i'm pretty sure i've read 80% of all levi fics on ao3 atp😭 I sadly have not had the time to read as many fics nowadays like I used to, but here are some of my all time favs!!

(also i apologise, my summary skills are terrible and so it's just me gushing over the fics for a whole paragraph🧎‍♀️)

Death's Door by SongsOfApollo

one of the first fics I read, and a fic that has literally never left my brain since then. It's amazing. It's very popular so I'm sure you've heard about it already if not read it, but if you haven't, it's a must read!! levi x doctor reader!

Dust, Diamonds by maokitty

the best way i can describe this fic is that it drove an iron stake through my heart multiple times, pulled it out, then delicately rearranged the pieces and stitched it back together with gentle fingers. take it how you will but after a certain chapter i stopped reading it bc it was too painful, and then came back two months later to finish it off AND I AM SO GLAD I DID.

A River Of Three Crossings by maokitty

this fic literally ruined my life it was so fucking good but its incomplete and hasn't been updated since 2020 i am SO SAD. but please read this, it's so good, so heart crushing and sweet and amazing I love it sm

ALSO I JUST FUCKING REALISED ITS THE SAME AUTHOUR WHILE WRITING THIS LIST😭

reciprocal sin by captain-hawks (@captain-hawks)

SO UNDERRATED!??! must read, i cannot say anything else but READ THISSS. its a kinky smutty oneshot so make sure you read the content warnings, but its sooo good😭 amazing writing too!

silver soul by oi_levi

sadly this one is incomplete and hasn't been updated since 2021, but it's brilliantttt. if you're craving some good post-war levi fics, then this one's really good!!

also read In the Land of Gods and Monsters by them for a fun time😊

a sip of sunshine by taomyou (@taomyou)

speaking of post-war fics, this one is amazinggg. super cute and fluffy, angsty ending for part 1 (😭) but I know for sure their next part will be worth the wait. also they've got a complete modern au fic called The Romance Of Reimbursements which is so fucking beautiful, definitely read this!!! (also mchs, acoc... yeah just read all of them tbh)

silver underground. by tothestrongones (@amywritesthings)

this one's a recent read, but omfg i cannottt get enough of it. absolutely love this, it's levi x underground reader, amnesia trope done right. 10/10 must read!!!

we all bleed red by littlerequiem (@littlerequiem)

also a recent read, but omfg this fic is so good. it's vampire au, victorian era, slowburn brilliant writing, and healthy communication!?!? no way. checks all the boxes for me😫

Percolate by heichoe

modern coffee shop au, its so good omfg. it's such a cute fic, classic grumpy levi, friends w benefits, lots of smut and the DRAMA gosh. i was so invested, it was so good. (also ur gonna need an account on ao3 to read the fic!!)

this is a story of the sea by shinzouing

this one is levi x erwin x reader (i read it for the levi x reader bc erwin was gonna die anyways lmao) but i fell in loveeee with it!! wonderful writing, amazing story, 10/10 angst & slowburn, a definite must read! (also 20/10 smut, it was so fucking good)

(also literally every fic by wellitcouldbeworse3 on ao3 is amazinggg, check them out if you haven't already. which i'm sure you have, and that is the only reason i haven't listed out all of their fics here😭 The Feeling's Mutual is my fav modern au fic of all time no questions asked)

THIS IS A JUST A FEW!!! if you want more, then feel free to ask, i will gladly rec more <33 and ty for reading my fic btw!! LOVE U LOADS🤗

[skeepy-deepy34]

More on my selfship oc!!

First off: do I share?

Pretty much lol Idgaf if other norm/Mr dickens selfshippers interact with me as long you ain't harassing me, saying dumb shit like "ERM NORM/MR DICKENS IS MINE ACTUALLY!!" (while being /srs about it.) or be someone problematic/I don't like I couldn't care less you respect me I respect you type shit yk??

Backstory:

Anthony grown up in new York city America, not that much is known about his childhood other than his living situation back then wasn't the best, he lived in lower middle class apartment with three bed rooms with his mum and two siblings after his dad ran away with another woman, his mum wasn't the best but she did try and to attempt to give him a good childhood

Moving forward to his late teenhood-early adulthood he moved to dialtown and that where he met Mr dickens (or then known as Ebenezer) they became REALLY close fast like REALLY REALLY close type shit, it's not known if there was anything romantic back then happening (if you were to ask either Anthony or Mr dickens they won't answer)

Sometime later Anthony would join the mafia (which ended up being a misteak not for anything risking his life but how pathetic it was) Anthony was the only reason why the mafia was somewhat kinda threatening for a couple years and also have associations with Mingus, but sadly that all went crashing down when the zoo robbery happened and Anthony was the only one caught and was jail for a couple years, after breaking out he'd remeet with Mr dickens but it would already when he got with norm (obviously since Anthony is a selfship oc for cowboys and cinemas you can guess what pretty much happens lmao)

Personality:

REALLY cocky, hot headed, CAN be aggressive but trust me he really does have a sweetside (norm and Mr dickens CAN confirm)

Relationships:

More info/facts:

-his birthday is the 15th of June

-he ALWAYS has a pack of cigs on him at all times no matter the situation

-he’s actually pretty good at cooking??

-a little bird from his head pops out when he’s angry (considering his head is a coocoo clock) and that makes him more angry/annoyed

-adding onto that he tends to kick stuff like bins when he gets angry

-one of his parent’s head is a wall clock and the other is a wooden carving (don’t ask him who’s who he does NOT want to talk about his family life)

-he has a HEAVY New Yorker accent there’s literally times some people can’t understand what he’s saying cus of it (somehow mr dickens understands CLEARLY what he’s saying and norm is confused on how he does)

-ofc he’s THE boyfriend of norm and mr dickens, he loves them sm <33

-he has a ex gf he’s somehow on good terms with (it’s unknown if she’s in dialtown or still in New York)

-his full legal name is Anthony j. mackleson

(I can’t add a boarder here so 😭)

Anyways that’s all for my stinky selfship oc if yall wanna know more on him let me know :3

[raccoonfallsharder]

hii! i just wanted to say i love your blog sm. your fics are amazing and your fanart as well😩 your work has such a good emotional depth that’s so nice to read/see. you have a way like the movies did of showing the attention to detail with their worlds and other worldly cultures and shit it’s so interesting to read <3. i didn’t know if your taking requests but this was just a random thought that would be so cool to see you write. no pressure ofc but i thought it’d be so cool to see rocket more introduced to like more music/Terran pop culture references😭. i feel like rocket would like goth music like the cure and shit and tbh lady gaga i feel like also😭😭. it’s so cute to think of him getting shown like classic horror and stuff, he’d probably think a lot of them as comedies or shit😭. i jsut had these thoughts to share lol. your writing has me daydreaming i swear <3. i hope you are having a good day <33 : D

you are absolutely the sweetest little bundle of love nonnie. cups of tea, midnight bonfires, and golden autumn leaves. that's you. thank you so much for the kind words. they truly made my last two weeks. and i'm so sorry for the delay - the start of the schoolyear has been kicking my ass to knowhere and back, and then this… got away from me. it’s really unforgivably fucken long for mostly just being a list ~

but i hope you enjoy it anyway ♡♡

oh btw i linked some related headcanons that might interest you at the end!

to be honest i don't think i go through a single commute to or from work without thinking about how rocket would respond to the latest bit of terran culture you're showing him. when he was spending time on terra during the snap, he noticed steve’s little pocket-journal checklist of movies and books and shows to get caught up on. well, he didn’t just notice it — he might’ve maybe possibly swiped it — and once he trusted you enough to know you weren’t gonna fuckin narc on him, he decided to show it to you. he asks questions about the various titles, and steve’s notes scrawled in the margins. the two of you started there.

rocket isn’t quite as prejudiced against actors as many of his fellow guardians, but he does approach the idea of movies and tv with a healthy dose of skepticism. you probably start out with some documentaries, and he loves those. he’s enthralled by the ones about outer space — appreciating what they’ve gotten right and snickering about what they got wrong, getting a little weepy when the narrator makes some poignant philosophical observation. he stares at the screen with something that wrenches at your heart when you turn on the nature docs, those cut-ruby eyes turning into something soft and molten, silvered over with a yearning you’re sure he doesn’t even recognize inside himself.

you might think he’d be a fan of true crime, but no — not unless it’s someone scamming a big corporation or stealing from some hubristic rich bastard, or maybe the occasional murderer who accidentally confesses his crimes on a hot mic. the truth is that rocket’s already personally familiar with some of the worst true crime in the galaxy and he just sort of assumes that’s how things operate at large. why’s he need to watch people talk about?

it’s this kind of thinking that impacts the kind of fictional shows and movies he ends up liking, too — once you finally convince him that acting is more about storytelling, and less about lying or trying to wear someone else’s skin. you’d think he’d be super-into horror but he’s very — selective about it. murderers, slashers, and body horror (especially of the medical variety) are not in his wheelhouse. he gets anxious in the worst sort of way: impatiently twitching on the couch next to you, chewing on his claws. he rolls his eyes but his shoulders stay tense and his tail is puffs up three times it’s normal size. he might occasionally snort and scoff at how fake things look but again, that’s only because he knows.

and he wishes he didn’t.

supernatural horror is much more palatable to him, and alien-based horror is usually hilarious as far as he’s concerned. space dramas and adventures have an unpredictable impact. he says star wars is too dramatic (wild coming from someone who has since decided he loves reality dating shows) and gets weirdly emotional about star trek. and you have to repeatedly remind him that neither the aliens franchise nor killer clowns from outer space are documentary series (he has some weird hang-ups about terran clowns and will dryly tell you that he’s pretty sure they’ve tried to kill him in another life). he’s extremely and overly fascinated by some of the weirder terran horror and horror-adjacent media: cult classics from the 80s and 90s, Tales from the Crypt, Twilight Zone — some of those weird old fantasy movies too, like the labyrinth and company of wolves. you always indulge him, trying to remind him of what’s fiction and what’s not, and what loosely straddles the line of being based on a true story (even though sometimes you have to fight with the urge to roll your eyes when he points at the screen and says, no, that’s real, i been to a planet like that!).

you learn he has an uncanny eye for CGI. looks weird, he grunts every time something rendered crosses the screen. very into practical effects, though. he spent an inordinate amount of time trying to make a claymation sequence of the collapse of ego — the living planet, that is; not some great philosophical metaphor — and took over your kitchen for two months to do it. you’d expected him to get bored of it quickly, but you’d misunderstood just how fixated he’d been. he’d stopped taking pete’s comms for the entire last three weeks and had barely slept at all till it had been done.

he’s equally selective about games. classic shooters bore him — why bother when you can go do the real thing with any despot-of-the-week? — but he kind of loves cozy games. he enjoys horror games as long as they follow his horror movie rules, too — minimal lifeform-on-lifeform torture, heavy on the supernatural or other weirdness. poppy’s playtime is a current fave. he loves dnd, of course. once he figures out the mechanics he always wants to dm because he’s got more control issues than a freighter full of ravagers, but you haven’t missed the fact that that he’s got a recurring favorite character that he pulls out regardless of which side of the dm screen he’s on — a shockingly wise and kind aquatic sorceress named lylla, with the gentlest healing vibes. it rattles you the first time he plays her — so at odds with his normal snark — but you decide it’s just his way of letting his soft side shine through when he normally tries to hide it under prickly defensiveness.

it might surprise you (or maybe not), but he’s far less picky about music, to be honest. sure, he’s got preferences — certain songs he’ll play on repeat, or jam out to, or weep over. but he’s just as excited to clone a taylor swift record as he is to get his hands on some iron maiden. he’s got something surprisingly positive to say about every single song you ask after.

that one’s real catchy, he’ll say, bopping along to dolly’s 9 to 5 — only to then croon his way through the lingering notes of jolene. then the next time you see him he’s asking how he can secure more tupac albums.

he gets all teary-eyed over the sweeping strings of sometime around midnight, then later tilts his head, ears flickering, to drink in the light starlit notes of single acoustic guitars and lonely pianos. he’s as greedy for 90s grunge as he is for screamo and post-rock. sometimes he steals your phone and it’s usually just to download a nirvana album you once had him listen to, but just last week you realize he’d blown a sizable portion of your grocery budget by buying the entire babymetal discography.

he explains it to you one late autumn evening when you’re in your room with him, introducing him to seventeen seconds. the two of you are just chilling. he’s traded in his jumpsuit for the kids’ sweatpants and the hoodie you bought him — the one with the ears — and of course you very wisely don’t tell him how stupidly cute it is. the sun’s going down and the room is slanting and pooling with blue-and-gold shadows slowly deepening into purple, and you’ve lit a couple caramel-apple candles for the vibe. maybe you’ve got mugs of warm spiced apple cider or cocoa or something. he’s sprawled on the rug on your floor and you’re leaning over the edge of the bed, with the entire musical archive of the cure, woven liberally with a random joy division album, some merciful nuns, and other collections from your personal library of favorites.

he’s super-into it, of course.

this sound is somethin’ else, he tells you as he stares up at the shadows. The candlelight is reflecting off some unknown surface in your room, casting flecks of fractured light across the deepening dark of the ceiling. his blunted claws tap a steady rhythm on the floor beside him.

you say that about every song, you tell him drily, and he shrugs.

but i mean it, he tells you in the gold-flickering darkness. there’s a long silence, and you think he’s just listening to the music — but halfway through dope, he suddenly breaks his silence.

i ain’t exactly the most emotionalistically-intelligent, he says quietly into the room. don’t trust myself to know when someone’s good or bad. there was a guy, when i was a kid — well. anyway. it’s frickin hard to trust anybody, myself most of all.

you wait to see if he’ll go on — but he doesn’t. at least not till you say, i get that. there’s good people out there, but the worst are usually so good at tricking us. and then it’s easy to second-guess ourselves — forever.

from the corner of your eye, you see him nod emphatically.

not in music, though, he says quietly. you hear him swallow — painfully hard. i think — music’s when people tell you most about what they are. even when it’s hard to understand at first. when there ain’t any words.

you tilt your head, allowing him the privacy of not looking directly at him. instead, you study the flickering candlelight and shadow, painting amber and dark-velvet patterns on the ceiling. that’s why you like every song? you ask at last.

that swallow again, hard as a rock in his throat. i dunno. maybe it means something, when someone gives a part of ‘emselves like that. to you — a stranger. just — serve themselves up like a gift for your judgement.

ah, you think. the vulnerability.

as if he’d heard you, he snorts. me personally? i’d never risk it.

even now, you can feel him watching you uneasily from the corner of his eye — waiting for you to mock him, maybe. but you only hum an agreeable note.

i never thought of it that way, you admit, but it’s true. you smile at the ceiling. and you said you weren’t emotionally intelligent.

he huffs, but the sound is more relieved than annoyed. i ain’t, he snipes. and then — more tentatively — maybe that’s part of it too.

you feel your eyebrows raise, but you still don’t look his way — cradling the back of your head with your hands while the music continues in around you, and smell of warm caramel apples fills the soft shadows between you. what do you mean?

softer now — almost nervous — he confesses to the darkness and the gold light and the sound of lady gaga’s voice. every time i listen to a new song, s’like I find something in myself i didn’t have before. or didn’t know i had before. or that i thought had died.

your heart stills in your chest and your breath catches, and everything in you suddenly aches. before you can say a word — before you can think — he spits a scoff into the air.

never mind. i was kidding. that’s fuckin’ stupid—

no, you interrupt quickly, and it takes everything in you not to turn over and catch his eyes and hold them. not to reach out and hold his hands, because you know he’s not willing to accept that level of comfort.

not yet. but soon.

so instead, you make your voice into the softest thing you’ve ever imagined. no sharp edges, no corners to cut himself on. just downy well-worn blankets and soft crumpled love-notes, happy welcome homes and the warm caramel of autumn apples. you will it go wrap around him and give him all the comfort he won’t let himself accept any other way.

no, you repeat. i get that.

i get that.

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[harringtonswriting]

hi bree!!! may i please request knuckles brushing against each other and person A getting shy with bob floyd? thank youu ily <33

ahhh hi kait!!! thank you so much for the request!! i love bob sm and i loved writing this!! ily too, i'm so sorry this got away from me and is much longer than i wanted but i hope you like it! <33 (this is bob x fem!reader, i hope that's okay!)

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The clock on the wall reads six o’clock, and you can’t help the smile on your face as you know your favourite customers are about to come through the doors.

It’s almost like clockwork at this point; every Friday night after they’re done work for the week, a group of young aviators you’ve become very well acquainted with comes to the Hard Deck to relax, hang out, and get drunk. There’s quite a few of them, too; on days when they can all make it, they number thirteen–though their thirteenth member usually spends his time sitting at the bar and making moon eyes at Penny while she laughs at his terrible jokes. But they usually come in a group of six, sometimes eight, depending on deployments and detachments and things that they explained to you when you’d asked, once, back when you first met them.

The music from the jukebox, which you can vaguely recognize as Kenny Loggins, is playing through the Hard Deck, loud enough to enjoy but not so loud that you couldn’t hear yourself think, or hear anyone else who might try to talk to you. The Hard Deck is still pretty empty, just a few people sitting at the bar or having gotten drinks and taken them to a table.

However, when you hear the door open, you look over and you don’t see the normal group of aviators you’ve come to expect. No, the only person walking in is Lieutenant Robert Floyd, also known as Bob. He’s the sweetest and the quietest of the group, but one you’d find yourself looking out for, singling out among the group to talk to when you brought them drinks or when you spoke to them when they came over to the bar top. He was also pretty easy on the eyes, you’d be happy to admit, and today was no exception. He’s wearing a tight fitting white t-shirt, tighter than he normally wears, and tight jeans with some light brown leather boots. He’s got a baseball hat on his head, though he’s quick to take it off as he approaches where you’re standing behind the bar.

“Good evening, ma’am,” he greets you, ducking his head slightly. He’s always been polite, almost too polite, but it was endearing coming from him. You think so, anyway. His big, sweet-looking blue eyes shine behind his glasses, and you can’t help but lean forward on the bar towards him.

“Good evening, Lieutenant Floyd,” you greet him, and he ducks his head again. You look around, between the tables, the pool tables in the back, and the front door. It’s more than a little unusual to see him on his own; you don’t think you’ve ever seen him at the Hard Deck without at least two or three of the other aviators. “Is it just you tonight?”

“Oh, uh, no, everyone else is coming by later,” he explains, still clutching his baseball hat in one hand. He shrugs with one shoulder. “We were supposed to meet here at seven, but I didn’t get the message until I was already in the parking lot here. And with traffic, if I went back home and came back here I’d really just be driving for an hour, so…” His voice trails off, and he looks around. It’s unusually quiet for a Friday, even this early in the day, and there are only four or five other people besides you and Bob and Penny, who’s talking with someone else at the other end of the bar top. There’s plenty of open tables in the Hard Deck, and none of the pool tables are being used, but it wouldn’t be much fun for him to play by himself. So you decide to be bold.

“Well, there’s plenty of seats available at the bar, if you’d like some company while you wait.” You try to be as nonchalant as possible as you wait for his answer. His eyebrows raise and his mouth opens just a bit in surprise, but then he’s blinking and nodding his head.

“I’d like that very much, ma’am,” he says, nodding once again as he politely addresses you. It’s very sweet, but you put a hand on your hip and shake your head.

“You can call me by my name, if you’d like.”

“Only if you call me by mine.” You’re not expecting him to retort so quickly, but it’s definitely not unwelcome.

“Deal.” You smile at him as you grab a clean glass and start filling it up with his usual drink of choice, a club soda with lemonade. You slide it across the bar to him before starting a tab for him on the register behind the bartop. You also grab him a fresh plastic cup filled with peanuts, holding it out for him to take as well. A faint pink flush spreads over his cheeks as he takes that too, his hand brushing yours.

As your skin makes contact with his, you see the pink flush deepens into a rosy red colour, spreading across his cheeks and down his neck. His glasses slip down his nose just a bit, and you feel yourself melt inside, just a bit, at how shy he is, and you just stand there and look at each other for a moment before laughter from behind you breaks the spell. Bob clears his throat, sitting down on the closest stool and putting his hat back on his head. He pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose while you grab a cleaning rag and start wiping down the area around where he’s sitting. You start talking to him, asking about his day, and the two of you slip into conversation from there.

He’s so easy to talk to; he keeps his eyes on you the entire time you talk, nodding along and laughing at the appropriate times. Not fake laughs, either; his laugh is like a guffaw, which you hadn’t thought was real until you heard him laugh, and you love the sound of it. You find yourself confiding in him, telling him about your week, about the latest drama with your friends, about everything and nothing and anything in-between. You do get other customers who come up for drinks, and regulars who come by to say hello, and you serve them in between topics of conversation with Bob. He also tells you about his day, about the ups and downs of flying multi-million dollar planes, and about how if he has to do any more push-ups because of Hangman and Rooster’s eternal pissing contest, he’s gonna lose it (well, okay, those aren’t the exact words that Bob uses, but if he wasn’t so polite you’re sure he’d word it like that).

But before you know it, nearly an hour has gone by since Bob first walked into the Hard Deck and sat down with you. And while he’s watching you with a smile on his face, you know you’ve been going on and on for most of it. Which is a little embarrassing, but it was just so easy. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I’ve been talking your ear off this whole time,” you tell him, feeling your cheeks warm at the thought. Hopefully you haven’t been boring him.

“Don’t apologize. I liked it.” Bob is quick to offer you reassurance, almost as if he can read your mind. He adjusts the hat on his head, and his fingers sweep some loose golden blond hair up under the navy cap. You can’t help but watch, wondering if his hair is as soft as it looks. You’d bet it is. “I like the sound of your voice. It’s nice to listen to.”

You’re not quite sure if he’s flirting with you or genuinely that kind. It might be a mix of both. But it gives you some relief, and the two of you chat for a few more minutes before you hear Penny call out a greeting from behind you. You look towards the door to see that the rest of Bob’s usual company is walking in now. As usual, Pete makes a beeline for the bar top to say hello and shamelessly flirt with his girlfriend, while the others go off to claim a pool table and some seats nearby.

Bradley looks in your direction, very noticeable in a bright green and yellow Hawaiian shirt and ripped jeans, and then he nudges Natasha to look over at you as well. There’s a big grin growing from under his mustache and he does so, which isn’t too far from normal for him, but as he waves to you and Bob before grabbing a pool table, you can’t help but wonder if he’s behind the hour delay tonight. No, it couldn’t be. Bradley’s not sneaky enough to do anything like that.

But now that they’re here, you know that Bob is going to go and join them; that’s what he’s here for, after all, not to sit with you and let you talk his ear off all night. Not that you’d mind his company, though. You honestly would gladly give him this spot permanently, just to hear his laugh and see his pretty blue eyes behind the glasses that you were finding more and more attractive on him as the night progressed.

So you decide to do something bold, wanting to keep talking to him. You grab him a clean glass and, while he’s busy looking over and waving at the others, you grab a napkin and a pen from your apron to scrawl your name and number down. You fill the glass with club soda and lemonade, and place it in front of him with the napkin when he turns back around to look at you. He reaches into his pocket, presumably for his wallet, but you shake your head.

“Your drinks are on me tonight. As a thank you for being such good company,” you tell him, and once again his knuckles brush yours as he takes the drink and napkin from you. He thanks you, his voice soft, as he turns and heads over to where his friends and co-workers have gathered. He greets Natasha first, putting his drink down on the table she’s leaning against, and talking to her. Some of the others approach the bar top and you fetch them the drinks they request, making small talk for a few minutes before they head back towards the pool tables.

Bob and Natasha are still talking when you look back at them and he’s since grabbed a pool cue to play, but you see her look at his drink and the napkin you’d given Bob with it. She points at it, saying something you can’t hear. Bob walks back over to the table to look at it, while she takes his pool cue and starts playing against Jake.

You see Bob look down at the napkin, and then he’s pushing his glasses further up his nose and pinking it up to bring it closer to his face. Then he looks up and his big blue eyes meet yours from across the bar. He points at the napkin, and then at his face. His eyebrows are furrowed, and he’s got a tightlipped, nervous smile on his face. You nod, and you can’t help the giggles that come out as his entire face lights up, his smile becoming more relaxed and you can see the pink flush that spreads across his cheeks under the warm orange glow coming in from the big windows in the back of the bar near the pool tables.

(And when you get a text message later on from an unknown number, one that identifies themselves as Lieutenant Robert Floyd who hopes he entered in the right number and is looking forward to speaking with you again, you can’t help but hope that next week the others get delayed as well)

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[gor3-hound]

Nyxy Baby Haiii!!! I love your bg3 theme sm!! It’s super pretty I love it sm, especially the astarion pfp :33

Also saw that anon talking about the person giving the fart asks and I wanna chip in this as someone who’s been dragged into this by the fart anon.

Anon your opinion on this situation is wrong. The fart anon is doing it to purely harass us, myself included. I’ve had to delete too many of their disgusting ass asks despite not even being a writer. This anon is doing it for the point of harassment and it’s annoying alongside the fact it’s just fucking weird since fartplay isn’t something any of us like😭 that anon is an obsessive freak who needs to get a life since they spend too much of their time doing this.

Maybe that anon is into that stuff or whatever but to go harassing multiple people about it multiple times a day/week relentlessly is rude when it’s in our no section. Also comparing it to people who write incest is such a stupid thing to say since people who write incest fics do not go round into others inboxes requesting this stuff especially when they know it’s something someone isn’t comfortable with. Your take is bad and you lack basic comprehension skills :3

Sorry this is so long and I’ve put it on your inbox nyx but I’m just fed up of the situation and the fact that anon is trying to not make it seem so bad is pissing me the fuck off😭 anyways ily nyx <33

omg hiiii!!!! tysm i love astarion sm <3 he's the cutest ever i'm in act three now and... i'm obsessed with him we're dating i'm gonna kick you-know-who's ass as soon as i get the chance :3

also last thing i'm gonna say about the anon thing like... ever bcs i don't wanna clog the dash n idk why i'm getting so many random asks today BUT!

literally my problem isn't the kink. it's the spamming and disregard for people's blog limits. when it's getting sent to almost every. single. blog i follow, it's too much. i have them blocked n it still manages to slip through, but i don't complain. tbh it doesn't even really annoy me that much, only ever bothered me when i was tagged in others blogs, but everyone seems to realise that its a fake ask anyway so idec anymore. idek why that random anon sent the para to me today, bcs i haven't replied to an anon like that in forever, but we move.

i'm mean ig what can you do.

[lotus-pear]

I’ve found that when time is not enough, it’s best to cut things down until it is. You can have five things, but if you only have time for one, it’s worth more to do one right than five things wrong.

I’ve also found that there are times doing nothing now will make more later. When rest reaches our skin, we should heed it. It means we are at our limit. And most of the time, when we ignore it, we pay a price for things. Sometimes it’s just you lag behind the next day. Sometimes it makes everything you did useless. And sometimes it makes us bad and sick and too tired to do anything. And I don’t think there’s anything worse than the last one. It’s so wonderful to love things, even when we have to hate them a little. But when we get to the point we feel nothing, that makes it lose its worth.

Rest. It makes everything nicer afterwards. Listen to your body and your friends and your instincts. Go to bed, don’t be silly about this.

And anyways, do you really want to waste your time fighting everything when tomorrow is right there? Seriously, sleep.

Hope ur good man

wow... are you sure you're not a motivational speaker or smth? /j anyway i digress i PROMISE i will sleep by ten tonight and get adequate rest. ty for your concern it genuinely means sm <33 i swear this only happens like three times a year, i'm generally very consistent w my sleep pattern and eating habits otherwise. but idk maybe i'm in my flop era or smth

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

oooof ask for hozier recs and i shall deliver!! i've been obsessed with him i fear...

my personal rn is probably Too Sweet, but my most played song of 2023 was All Things End. beautifully moving (as in i was sobbing for the entire song the first time i heard it), i just adore the way he describes love.

more personal favorites: Through Me (this song is insane actually!! can't describe it with words.), From Eden (one of the best love songs i've ever heard), Angel of Small Death (soo insanely addictive, his voice in this one ugh) and Movement (soft and beautiful and the very first song of his that I heard). The Eat Your Young EP is a wonder in itself but tbh so is everything else,,,,

now for some specifically sugu coded songs: Through Me and All Things End, Who We Are from his last album (the lyrics... my days the lyrics are so beautiful), Blood Upon the Snow!! (written for God of War Ragnarok, it's so good ??), Almost (Sweet Music) (be still my foolish heart, don't ruin this on me ✊😔)

but like i said, every time i hear a Hozier song it's sugu coded in my head... the lyrics always make sense to me. the way they're always so poetically romantic, yet in many of them there's a lingering pain underneath, wether it's because the love is already gone or because the love is simply way too much for just one heart to handle... i'm not okay.

fun fact, i once fell asleep listening to him and dreamt that it was suguru singing... and you know what it makes so much sense, i'll take it.

this got kinda long i'm sorry :(( anyways i hope you have a great day/night

(perhaps i shall write a lil' sugu thing inspired by too sweet)

NOE !!!! finally getting to this……. thank you so much for the recs!!! 🥺🥺 i appreciate it sm…… putting some of my thoughts under the cut hehe

I LOVE TOO SWEET . SO MUCH. it was the first song of his i listened to and wowwwwwww does it go hard….. so catchy and good and just. augh. IT’S SO SUGUCODED TO ME…. esp depression era sugu….. the lyrics are just gorgeous and so him. “but while in this world // i think i’ll take my whiskey neat // my coffee black and my bed at three // you’re too sweet for me”…. :’3 my baby

FROM EDEN IS SUCH A BOP . i loveee the instrumental ……. AND THE LYRICS . ”honey you’re familiar like my mirror years ago // idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword” <- BANGERRRR I CRIED . i am thinking many knight sugu thoughts ngl…. “i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door” THINKING MORE SUGU THOUGHTS but specifically cult leader sugu …. aughhh 😔😔

angel of small death & the codeine scene……… tell me why this one made me so insane . such a tasty title and instrumental and lyrics i’m just????? i feel this way abt all of these but this one is so sugucoded too 😭 “freshly disowned in some frozen devotion”…. that’s our guy <333

EAT YOUR YOUNG IS SO CRAZY GOOD OUGHH….. i love love loveeee the “seven new ways that you can eat your young” part 😵‍💫😵‍💫 soso addicting. the lyrics are great and his voice is just soooo……. i don’t even know . i’m a little obsessed . “it’s quicker and easier to eat your young”…….. hhhhhhhhHH very sugucoded too ofc . any mention of eating is automatically a sugu reference 🙏

movement is super catchy !!!!! kinda relaxing too…… very soft. i rlly like the chorus :33 gives me waltz vibes…… kinda haunting…….

all things end + through me are soso pretty!!!! goshhhh his voice is nice……. i love the final part of all things end!!! w the synchronized clapping!!!!! so good …. and the lyrics for through me are so tasty . “with each grave, i think of loss // and i can only think of you // and i couldn’t measure it”…….. nomnom

ohhhhhh who we are is so beautiful :(((( his voice sounds so tender ….. i def get the sugu vibes here too!!!!! the feeling of something important slipping through your fingers …. “this phantom life, it sharpens like an image // but it sharpens like a knife” 😵‍💫😵‍💫 vert tasty . very sugu.

I’VE HEARD BLOOD UPON THE SNOW BEFORE BC OF RAGNAROK….. godddd it’s so. chillingly beautiful. the instrumental scratches my brain just right …… and the LYRICS . “too all things housed in her silence // nature offers a violence”….. “the parent forced to eat its young before i grows”…… it’s very . Raw . i like it a lot :3

AND FINALLY….. almost (sweet music). SO GOOD. i adore this instrumental and vibe so much + the lyrics are obv super pretty….. “i laugh like me again — she laughs like you”…… i love how light this one sounds in comparison to some of the other ones!!! a summer song for sure… a lil bittersweet….. and the chorus is literally SO addicting i can’t stand it……. BUT YES THIS ONE IS SO VERY SUGU. NOE. IM TEARING UP 😭😭 “be still my foolish heart // don’t ruin this on me”…. the idea of sugu thinking this…. maybe an au where he slowly recovers after his almost-defection….. or a childhood friends to lovers au…… i dunno. but my brain is spinning. i love him :(((((((

PHEWWW THOSE WERE GOOD . i love his voice sm….. i think my favs out of these options are too sweet, almost (sweet song), from eden and maybeeee angel of sweet death/eat your young…. but they were all super catchy :’3 thank you sm for these recs noe… sugu has invaded my brain

[lovely-showtimes]

i see no enanene rqs so i uhm

ANYWAYS!! poly nene & ena w a f!reader whos a ballerina?? idk i just loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ena n nene and i started ballet like a month ago idk why i didnt request this before😀😀 ANYWAYS STAY HEALTHY AND HAVE A NICE LIFE OR ELSE🤬🤬🤬😡😡😡

goodbye !! :)

ballerina . . . ♡

characters - ena & nene.

type - headcanons.

warnings - fill in later

a/n - i love this req sm omg <33 not only is it my nene & ena req its ALSO my first poly req!!! i hope this is to your liking, nonnie ~ i'm sorry that it's so short as well, i thought the ballet lessons i took when i was a lot younger would help me write this but i guess not </3 and thank you very much!! you better stay healthy and have a nice life too!!!

Both of them absolutely love your ballet dancing!

I feel like Nene took ballet lessons when she was a lot younger, and having done it herself she can really appreciate the effort you put into it

She's probably asked you to teach her some of the basics again, as that could be helpful in her future shows

And that's not to say Ena can't appreciate it! She doesn't know as much about dancing, but she's aware of how difficult it can be to do any intensive activity

I think Ena would also really like your ballet costumes, she sometimes catches herself doodling you in them

(Definitely not because she thinks you look really pretty in it and she wants to capture your beauty... Noooo...)

Of course, the two of them show up to every performance that you do

They love watching you dance. To them, you're the most elegant and graceful person they've ever seen in their lives

Afterwards, the three of you go to a local cafe to relax at. You can be sure the two of them will be complimenting you

The next day, you'll definitely catch Nene humming the song that was playing during your performance, even if she denies it being the same song while her cheeks flush in embarrassment

And you might notice Ena uploading a new art piece to her social media that strangely resembles you, too

[pumpkinsy0]

I FOUND MY BOKOR/ZONBI AU IDEA FOR THE SHEPARDS LETS GOOOOOOO pls for context read these post</33

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they r pretty short they arent that long i promise BUT for a tldr zombies (or zombi in kreyòl) come from haiti, but they arent like dead they r just controlled and come off AS dead, and for this au, curly and angela have the power to control bob in a way

BUT ANYWAYS for my zonbi au heres three new info cause y not

1) if the shepards grandma literally ever found out about what angela and curly were doin theyd acc b in sm trouble bc she taught them to use vodou for good but now look at em,,,evil lil rats i love em

2) curly showed pony what he did to bob to impress pony, but pony was rlly like “wtf is wrong w him i thought he died, is he ok???” and curly makes up this whole thing that bob is fine (hes technically not wrong but hes not 100% right either) pony hasnt told anyone bc?????tf was that man????

3) tim has a hunch theyre doin somethin stupid, so hes a lil bit onto em

angela and curly my fucked up lil meow meows whos w me✊🏽