#but man. now we're getting to the important hcs

[cosmicporos]

What Arcane characters would gift you for Christmas!

Jinx, Vi, Ekko, Viktor, Jayce

(Semi crack Drabble… sorry for going super long with Viktor’s and Jayce’s HCs. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH)

(Jayce is Hispanic in my hc :3)

ENJOY AND HAVE FUN LOVE YALL<3

Not proofread

JINX

Hear me out… the first thing she would plan to gift you are decorated safety googles.

As a matter of fact everything she gifts you is handmade!

She knows you love to spend time with her when she’s in her workshop and the extra spare of googles she had were pretty crappy…

“Ugh, these old things? Pfft, they look like they’ve been through a freakin’ explosion… oh wait, they probably have! We gotta get you a new pair soon toots!”

They’d be totally decked out! Lots of character as she calls it.

“Okay toots check it out! Maximum protection but most importantly! They got style!”

The googles themselves would be in her classic style, very colorful paint, cute little heart scribbles all around! And of course lots of glitter….

“"I mean, you've got to stay safe while causing mayhem, right? And hey, if we're blowing stuff up together, you'll definitely need these. Plus, I made them perfectly for you. No one else will have goggles like these... trust me!"

I totally see her adding little handmade jewelry from her gears and spare parts, would totally make you a belt or choker out of spare bullets.

Vi

She would totally panic on what to get you for Christmas. Like what if you suddenly hate the thing you’ve loved since the very beginning she’s known you???

Would end up both buying and making you something!

She’s make you something small but meaningful

“Okay Okay fine! You can open mine now. Just don’t laugh too hard Cupcake…”

You’d open the poorly wrapped gift to uncover a bright pink scarf she knitted you! The stitching is a mess.. there a hole’s through the project (no doubt a missed stitch) but in all honesty it so cute you feel like your heart might explode.

"Yeah, I know I'm not, uh, the best at this kind of thing," she mutters, scratching the back of her neck, "but I figured you could use something to keep warm... and, you know, 'cause it's winter. And... you're important to me."

Guys please tell her she did an amazing job PLEASE.

She would also totally buy you a pair of combat boots! Totally saved up for months in advance.

She loves the idea of being able to match and have a bit of her style on you!

Ekko

Just like Jinx (sobs) he’d also make something for you!

The first thing he’d give you would be a little sketch book full of drawings of you from random moments throughout your relationship he remembers oh so clearly.

"I've been working on it for a while... It's... it's just a bunch of drawings. I mean, not just anything. Stuff that made me think of you. Stuff we've done, or things I hope we do. I don't know, it just felt like the best way to show how I feel about... well, us."

Okay he would also totally make you matching jewelry (matching clock hand necklaces?)

You’d force him to take the hour hand since it’s shorter (heheheh little man)

Once you explain your reasoning as to why he should take the smaller one he sighs disappointedly…

"Okay, okay, I get it," he finally says, a little less playful now, his voice softening. "I guess if you want me to wear it, I can..."

Then, a grin creeps back onto his face as he adds, "But don't think I'm letting you off the hook with the minute hand. You're wearing that one for sure." He places the hour hand necklace around his neck, the smaller pendant resting there, and looks up at you with that mischievous gleam in his eye.

He pauses, holding up his necklace, "I'm still the one with the bigger job. You'll just have to keep up." A proud smug smirk now rests on his face.

Viktor

FUCK WHERE DO I BEGIN I LOVE THIS MAN

o k a y. He would just like Vi panic… not because he doesn’t know what to get you but because he totally is going Christmas shopping late… very very late.

As much as I would love to say he’d make some little invention to make your day easier and give it to you for Christmas I don’t see it happening.

Not because he wouldn’t do it but because he already does it all the time! A little example, you’re late for work often? A little robot that hits you with a plastic squishy hammer every morning at 7 am waking you up when he can’t!

He’d definitely want to make Christmas special, I see him buying you something and then doing something special for you too!

Christmas morning would be greeted with warm hugs and kisses along with an even warmer bowl of potato soup!

He wanted to make sure he perfected his mother’s Bramboračka recipe. It was a once a year meal him and his mother shared every Christmas day.

He’s not a good cook by any means… but this is the one dish he can make and oh boy can he make it.

"Don't expect perfection," he says with a small, self-conscious smile, as you catch him sneaking a taste of the soup. Viktor looks up, his gaze softening. "I hope you like it," he says, and despite his usual perfectionism, there's a quiet pride in his voice. You take a sip, and the rich flavors of mushrooms, potatoes, and herbs immediately comfort you, just like his mother's love must've comforted him all those years ago.

OKAY for the making gift he planned I see him commissioning something due to the fact a lot of his inventions lack aesthetics.

Specifically I see him commissioning a music box that functions as a a jewelry box as well! He would have loved to make it himself but he was worried he wouldn’t have gotten the look right.

"Do you like it?" he asks, his voice softer than usual, as if he's worried about the reception. "I had it made... I thought... it might remind you of us."

The detail was breathtaking-floral patterns etched into the surface, with tiny gears and delicate metalwork accenting the edges. The craftsmanship was stunning, and you couldn't help but run your fingers over the smooth finish.

you lifted the lid, and a gentle, lilting melody began to play. It was slow and sweet, a tune that felt timeless, and as you stared at the tiny figurines inside, your breath caught.

His fingers fidgeted with the edge of his cane, his gaze flicking between you and the music box. "I commissioned it," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "I had the craftsman use a sketch I made. It's how I see us... in my mind. How I feel when I hold you." He paused, his expression softening. "I thought... I thought you deserved something that would remind you of that. Of... how much you mean to me."

Jayce

Oh hon… Jayce would spoil you rotten.

I’m talking presents are overflowing underneath the tree.

You thought you lost your favorite piece of clothing? WRONG! He commissioned for more to be made in different colors and textures for you.

All the fragrances in the world he knew you would enjoy.

Cozy adorable pajamas we would give you Christmas morning so you could cuddle up drinking hot chocolate.

Spends Christmas Eve spoiling you and cuddling and being so tooth rottenly sweet.

It’s Christmas Eve, the scene was almost overwhelming. The living room looked like a perfectly curated holiday catalog-twinkling lights, a roaring fireplace, and, of course, an absurd number of gifts. Jayce sat cross-legged beside the tree, an excited grin lighting up his face as he handed you the first box. He had merely grinned, sheepish yet unrepentant. "What can I say? I got carried away?.”

"Open this one first," he urged, nearly vibrating with excitement. Inside was a bottle of an exquisite fragrance, the glass etched with delicate, swirling designs. It smelled divine-rich, warm, and entirely you.

"I figured you'd like that," he said eyes carefully watching everyone expression you make. You swear if he had a tail it would be swishing uncontrollably right now.

Christmas Day would be you spending Christmas day at his mother’s house!

(Listen I’m hc them as hispanic because for one HIS MOMS NAME HIS XIMENA… and two because why not :3 )

You have a great relationship with his Mother, she absolutely adores you and sees you as her daughter.

There’s lots of yummy food she’s prepared… perhaps too much for just 3 people?

Nonetheless, a pot of pozole, tamales de puerco and de dulce! And of course she made jayce’s favorite choco flan!

God she urges to to eat until you nearly pop! You have to undo your belt by the end of the night…

"Come, sit!" his mom insisted, pulling out a chair for you. "Jayce told me you've never had my tamales. That's a crime! Here, start with this." She placed one on your plate, her eyes twinkling.

Jayce sat beside you, his grin widening as you took your first bite. "Good, right?" he asked, nudging you playfully.

You could only nod, savoring the perfectly seasoned masa and tender filling.

Later in the evening, when everyone was too full to move, Jayce leaned over and slipped his hand into yours. His eyes were soft, his voice low as he said, "I'm glad you're here. This—" he gestured to the lively scene around you, "—feels perfect with you."

[midnightshindig]

spoiler for the comic ignore this if you haven't read them. But rex grew up poor and his parents never really cared for him. Whay if we're dating and he met our parents and they welcomed him with open arms. Pookie deserves some love

Rex x Reader: Meeting the Parents hcs!

OOOooo I love this request! I don't read the comics but I have read the Atom Eve and Rex Splode special issue... mostly bc I'm bitch whipped for that man BUT NONTHELESS- here you go!!

Fic under the cut! ^^

You've been dating Rex for like six months at this point

and after the fourth month, you brought up meeting your parents

and he's SO against it

"C'mong Y/n- you know me and adults or authority figures- I'm like a lovable douchebag, parents hate me. Adults hate me- like most respectable people don't like me I'm amazed you like me-"

You have to cut him off because jesus christ

You don't know jack about his past, but you know it wasn't pleasant

Still, this is important to you

and after two months of begging and pleading and downright harassing him about it- you get Eve involved

Eve gives you the low down on his past, and you can't help but feel bad

But she also convinces Rex to give your parents a chance, they made you, and they can't be that bad.

So you set up a dinner date to introduce them to one another.

"Hi Y/n!" You open the door and there Rex is, in what looks like a slightly too big suit, and a tie he would never own

You raise an eyebrow, wordlessly looking him up and down.

He leans in and whispers "It's Zandale's he let me borrow it for twenty bucks" he beams at you, and you notice the flowers in hand

"What are those for?"

"oh! these! These are fooorrrrrr-" He walks past you, and at first you're confused, until you turn around and notice your mother standing behind you

He's presenting the flowers to her with a nervous grin, like, painfully obviously awkward and nervous

But she LOVES them, taking them from him softly and pinching his cheek

"OO! What a polite and well-groomed young man! I love the hair, it's so stylish!" She coos, fawning all over him like you knew she would

You close the door behind him, following the two into the kitchen where your mother puts the flowers into a vase.

"Y/n, Dad should be home soon, will you set the table? I made lasagna"

So you and Rex fuck off to set the table, small talk passing between the two of you quietly

"So, you got her flowers?"

"mmmhm! She's nice.... very affectionate.... and friendly..." He trails off, focusing on a neat table

You've never seen him like this, all focused and impressive and shit

You're a little flattered

When your father gets home everything just gets better

Rex gives him a firm handshake and your dad just cracks up

"Yknow- I was a volunteer firefighter in my day!"

You groan "oh Dad- not this-"

"No no! I know I'm not superhero like my little Y/n, but I'm no louse either!" He flexes a now-flabby arm, and Rex grins

"That's impressive Mr. L/n, my dad was a drunk." He means it to be funny, but the room goes quiet

"oh... dear... I'm so sorry" your mother breaks the quiet with a hand over his "Was? Is he.... is he passed on?"

Rex shrugs, not getting the gravity of the situation "naw, he and my mom sold me to the government to be experimented on for the price of a steak dinner"

Aaaand your mom is crying

AAAAND YOUR DAD IS CRYING

They're both hugging him and he's just looking at you like "wtf is going on?"

and the fact he's so confused why they're distressed for him just makes it more distressing

He's like "I'm an adult I don't even need parents"

but they're not having it

Your mom puts her number into his phone and demands she rely on them as if he were their son

Your father chimes in "I mean you're practically family, taking care of Y/n here-" he ruffles your hair with his palm as you groan

The dinner goes well, and Rex has his first real home cooked meal

which makes him tear up

and when your mom asks what the matter and he tells her

oh my god the waterworks

You're a little annoyed, but you can't bring yourself to be too upset

After all, these are the people you love most in the world, becoming family.

After dinner, he treats them to a little firework show, and they just lose it

Your parents are going to be raving about this for weeks.

On the way back to GHQ, Rex slips his hand into your

"that was.... intense." He states with a laugh

"Yeah, they really like you" You smiled fondly, remembering the night

Rex's expression suddenly turns serious "I'm glad... I didn't know what I was going to do if they hated me. Not when you're so important to me or whatever...."

You smiled, bumping him with your hip "I'm glad it didn't come to that. They love you just as much as I do."

Rex couldn't be happier

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hiiii. How have you been?

I saw your hc event :3

I wanted to request platonic hc (or romantic if it’s easier for you) where EJ, Hoodie, Jeff and Masky find out that reader uses them as a muse.

With Creepypasta reader (g.neutral or fem) that is introverted (not necessary shy),and is an artist that uses them as a muse to get rid of the art block, they don’t do it often bc they don’t wanna make them uncomfortable.

Reader using EJ, Jeff, Masky, and Hoodie as their muse

God I wish it wasn't so humid outside... makes doing my walks genuine nightmares. I'm so over the constant storms too, I just wanna put my tree back outside but noooooooo we're getting strong winds

Notes: gn reader, short and sweet, you kinda keep to yourself, slender mansion au for fun, artist reader, written on computer

CWs: none

EYELESS JACK

he... doesnt know what to make of it. this man is so full of self loathing and he doesnt really like perceiving himself and how he looks, so the fact youre kind of... perceiving him and capturing it in paint definitely stirs some emotions

i like to think there is some warmth in there- a part of him that still yearns and longs to be valued by someone, you... make him feel important and meaningful even if he oftentimes denies the notion that hes actually worth anything

but dont expect him to agree if you ask him to sit down so you can paint him once the cats out of the bag... you have to build up to that if thats something you want later down the line

MASKY

odds are he probably already knew, hes not exactly... not observant of his surroundings... youre not really subtle either- looking at him for a second or two before going back to your canvas. rinse and repeat. he knew almost instantly

but its not hurting him nor is it hindering him in any way so he doesnt see much point in shutting it down, no point in making you feel embarrassed either... but maybe finding out that he knew the entire time would make you feel more embarrassed...

bonus points for the fact he doesnt really move around all that much when theres nothing to be done- unintentionally holds a pose long enough for you to jot it down for later

HOODIE

very similar to masky in regard of "he probably already knows but just didnt say anything because youre not doing anything wrong or hurting anyone" ... the giveaway though is him trying to get a look at your canvas when youre mid stroke

seriously, can you imagine glancing up at him to figure out how his sleeves fold over his arms, then looking down- and looking back up to find him RIGHT in front of you? seriously, for such a big dude hes really... quiet... you didnt even hear his footsteps

will lightly nudge you in a certain direction if the lighting looks off... hes hardly an artist and hes definitely underqualified but he wants to be helpful to make up for giving you a heart attack

JEFF THE KILLER

honestly.... hes not all that offended. he might be more annoyed that you didnt ask him in the first place... this beautiful face of his was meant to be painted... well dont stop now! pick the brush back up!

no really pick the brush back up. he might actually be a little irritated if you just stop painting him all of a sudden, now that he knows whats why you kept stealing glances at him

oh he WILL pose for you, but hes going to be making up his own positions dont you dare try to tell him how he should and shouldnt settle himself, doesnt much care for being ordered around

[a-man-in-the-crowd]

My Will Dissociation HC Makes Sense I Swear

okay sooo??? tumblr like messed up the original version of this so let's try this again 🤩

[TW: dissociation, i try not to go into too much detail about it but yk proceed with caution]

will's always been a bit of a weird character. while i did immediately attach myself to him, i think the episode that really got me invested in who he is as a character was episode 80's bathroom scene... so naturally, that's where this all started.

i've talked in depth about why i think will is eavesdropping here, so i'm not going to get into that. however, what i want to focus in on is how seemingly out of it he is in this scene. we get full-body shots of these random ass guys will is listening to, almost like we're reading an entirely different comic— and then, suddenly, he's brought out of it.

at first, will's reaction seems pretty normal. he gets knocked into, he's surprised. as one tends to be. however, what made me raise an eyebrow was how slow will is. he just stares at the guy for a moment while he apologizes, seemingly readjusting to what's going on, and then takes another second to realize he should respond and he should spit out his toothpaste. he takes just long enough for the guy to assume the interaction is over and to leave before will can get a word out. just all-around horrible reaction timing, as if he forgot that he's also a person in this plane of existence and had to take a minute to adjust.

so, naturally, after realizing this i decided to go back and observe him in earlier chapters. he seems normal enough in his debut, which is a detail that will be mildly important later, and his next appearance is episode 30, where he's...

completely not paying attention. which, i mean, fair, this isn't really his drama, but he doesn't even look up to see what the hell is going on. he's? fidgeting, maybe? picking off lint (which would honestly be kinda funny)? meanwhile, everyone else is at least paying half a mind to what's going on.

in the next episode, he seems to start looking up when annabel asks lenore if she manifested, and when lenore says no one manifested, he seems... intrigued? he's looking over at monty, wondering what the response is going to be. but that's basically the strongest reaction to anything he's had this whole scene.

he's just generally really detached from everyone else, like he's in his own little bubble. he doesn't even join their little stand-off, seemingly behind the posh gang. this could just be because he doesn't want to bring too much attention to himself — after all, the first thing he finds out about these people is they're forces to be reckoned with. but i also think there's room for interpretation so.

of course, early-nevermore will is pretty apathetic (whether that's on purpose or not is irrelevant here), and anyways it was the morning he could've just been tired, so let's skip ahead a bit to the final meal scene and its direct fallout.

a pretty good portion of the fandom knows this already, but will doesn't have a reaction to the one life thing. he's the only one to not have one (besides, of course, annabel who is always two steps ahead and whom will parallels), which on its own is pretty weird... but, to me, the weirder part is what he says afterwards.

now, could this be him playing dumb on purpose? yes. there's plenty of reason to, and will is a performer at heart. however, this could also imply that he's used to not hearing these sorts of things, maybe because he doesn't tend to pay attention. i doubt will would have the self-awareness to realize this isn't just a normal issue everyone has, or if he does and he's playing dumb it could be him using things he thinks makes him 'stupid' to achieve the effect he's going for.

but honestly, he's just really unresponsive for like no reason sometimes. like here.

he's putting a man in a wall, one of his accomplices was just pushed to the ground by the ringleader, and will... is just staring. there's something to be said about his complete and utter lack of morals, but here i'm just honing in on how he doesn't seem to react. like at all. to anything that's going on. like will??? (this also how i feel about him just ignoring the blood stained wall like buddy 😭)

i skipped the manor arc because he isn't really like this at all in that arc (besides directly after when he's just woken up — which, by the way, could make this all evidence he has insomnia or something). however, that does lead me to a point i want to make. will isn't always like this, which means he isn't inherently apathetic (amorality aside...), he has moments of apathy, and that changes things.

we already covered the bathroom scene, but the episode after is a panel that really made me think i might not be reaching too far here. fellow nevermore fans, this is how william wilson's mind looks:

fragments of a shattered mirror (this is also around the point i started considering he might be specifically plural). a reference to william wilson, probably, but even then it's an interesting choice of visual. as you scroll down?? the glass?? detaches?? eventually falling away?? leaving spaces in between?? real i mean wow that's pretty weird.

[note: i do love the implication that monty offering to be his friend is one of his more vivid memories (and the all-black background, making it seem completely focused on monty and him??). like. oh gay— i mean okay will.]

the two will focuses after this are pretty normal for the most part, he's pretty present in the moment, more evidence he isn't Just Like That, and then ep116, where there's nothing about dissociation specifically but well. am i crazy for thinking this sounds like a conversation with himself?

obviously, people talk to themselves sometimes. but "wonder how long this one'll last for" and "there's worse places to get stuck i guess" sound like two different people talking at once. but yk. i could just be seeing what i want to see so take this one with a grain of salt.

and now, for the thing i waited three weeks to make this post for: episode 120

this is maybe the most vulnerable we've ever seen will, and this vulnerability is about how he feels like he almost just wasn't — or isn't — real to other people. he barely makes an impression after all, no one notices when he walks in a room. they act like he doesn't exist. and, maybe some deep part of will agrees. maybe he doesn't exist at all.

—

anyways that's the end of me yapping thank you for stayinggg

[riniworld]

my perfect soldier

yandere!emperor x general!f!reader

warnings// mention of blood+injury, that much it.

reference// you,general, woman/girl, y/n, she/her.

remake of this hcs

a/n// i was having a bad wi-fi and when i wanted to save the draft it didn't save, i had a damn long heart attack, then when i was about to cry it said that it had been saved, man the scare!

born and raised as the heir of the throne,in a luxurious life,some people will dream to live like his life, but he hated it.

Baron hated how he shouldn't act like a child because he's the heir, hated the boring meeting he has to attend with his father, hated how he didn't get attention,but he hated his parents more than anything.

a small light lightened his life,his brother,who came to him after 8 years from suffering alone,as he grew up,baron took his responsibility upon himself,he won't let his brother live like him.

in the night of his eighteenth birthday, instead of hearing clapping and partying for him,what the castle heard was a scream, echo in every corner of it.

in that day the death of the emperor and his wife was confirmed and he stood there without guilt or shame "i did it." was Baron's first words on that night.

he did it,he got rid of his misery, he got his revenge for his shattered childhood, for his brother's tears.

he got rid of his misery and gave the people a new misery.

And who can prosecute him? he is the law after all,he put it and he eras it.

as a young boy it wasn't professional to give him the throne but he insisted and killed everyone that was against it.

as the years passed,baron was expanding his empire taking as much kingdoms as he please, starting with small ones to the large ones.

however,Yale,baron's brother,didn't like all the blood that was sacrifice for his brother's pleasure,hence he left the whole empire at age 18,and has never communicate his brother again.

This got on Taron's,as he named himself, nerves, wich lead him to take out his anger on the civilians,the smallest mistake lead to getting killed.

life started to get boring for him until he heard about you,a powerful general that no one had defeated,not like the kingdom you were in was under too much pressure or popular,but it won't hurt him to take it anyway.

anxiety kicking in as you hurry to the throne room, the king asked for you to come,it's not everyday he want to see you so it's must be something important.

a loud thud was heard as you open the door aggressively.

you bow your head a little as you see the prince standing in the room,he smiled at you softly in return,when you get closer to the king you kneeled down on one knee and bowing your head down in front of him.

"your majesty." you said steadily.

"Excuse me for bringing you from your duties in a hurry,general, however we received information that you should hear." the king explain "I'm sure you've heard about the falling kingdoms by now?"

you stood up "i did,your majesty, apparently the new emperor isn't as peaceful as his father."

after a minute of silent the king spoke again "i don't know what is his purpose by this.." he walked to a close table and took a latter that was on it "but it seems we're next." he handed it to you. "I'm counting on you about this."

you opened your mouth to speak but the prince cut you off.

"pardon me but what! you're saying the emperor wants to take our kingdom and you still want to fight? father no one happen to stop him!." he said irritated but didn't rise his voice.

"what do you suggest then? giving up easily? so everyone can call us cowards?" the king said calmly (dumbledore said calmly)

"It is better than wasting the blood of soldiers in vain."

the king sighed in frustration and motion for you to go.

you bow your head and headed out immediately.

planning to call every battalion commander to discuss the plan for the battle.

the day of the battle came,everyone was anxious even you,you'll fight the emperor how can you not?

but as the general you need to keep a steady expression as you check on every soldier,recuse the frightened ones and reassure the ones that has a slight anxiety.

The promised hour has come, you wear your armor, it wasn't alot but it did just enough.

you arrive at the place at the same time taron's has arrive, you two were at the head of your army.

taron scoff as soon as he sees you "a woman? is that what your king could bring? what a joke."

you got irritated, you've always hated when someone talks about you because you were a woman, You extended your hand to the side and someone gave you a bow, you throw the arrow at taron, it didn't land on him as you knew this was a big move to do first but it did scratch his cheek and killed one behind him,you return the bow and say"i didn't laugh" in a calm manner.

taron put his finger on the scratch and look at his blood, he smiled crazily. This was the signal for the beginning of the war.

Two hours have passed since the start of the battle، and it did not go well in your favor. Many of your soldiers were dying, but that does not mean that you were not advancing as well.

you were against the emperor the whole time and the first thing you learned about him is that he's not a silent type because he was talking the whole damn fight.

in a quick motion his blade was at your neck,you expected your head to chop off, but instead taron was smiling widely as he looked in your eyes "it would be such a waste to kill you now." he said.

then he removed the blade away from you as he announced to his army to withdraw.

you wanted to yell after him to come back,to end things, you couldn't return to the kingdom with such shame, even if you didn't lose you know deep down that you would have if he didn't do that.

when you return to the kingdom the king received you with clapping hand and congratulation, you didn't even left your head up you don't know how to tell him what happened in the field.

you were sitting on a bench at the practice ground, your head between your hand thinking about everything.

you felt someone sitting beside you, you were ready to kick out whoever was there but when you left your head up you shut your mouth close, it was the prince "your royal highness!."

the prince was smiling slightly at you,like always, "why are you here alone?."

"I'm just...resting." you say turning your head away.

"you don't seem like usual, what happened at the battle?."

you pause don't know how to say it, "i-..wouldn't have won if the emperor took it seriously," the prince hummed "he was an inch away from killing me but he just backdown..i don't count this as a won." you continue.

"well,what were you expecting from an emperor?, i respect your power but as much as you've been in the army he must have been practicing more, I'm just happy you're alive." he put his hand on yours.

you looked at him with soft eyes like you were about to cry, in return he looked in your eyes as he spoke "how about you accompany me to the town,hm? like old days."

right,in one point of your serving here you were his personal knight wich made you two so close to each other, even if you treat him as a royal prince he always has treated you as a friend, wich made you,as much as you don't want to admit it,falling for him.

"that would be an honor,your highness."

"great." the prince took your hand and drag you outside.

seeing all the people in the town safe, smiling and laughing was enough to make you smile and forget about the battle.

on the other side,at taron's castle.

"she's incredible." taron was lying on the bed, smiling staring at the roof.

His personal advisor was standing at the door inside "if you say so,your majesty."

taron sighed dreamly "i can't wait for our next battle,y/n, was it?."

"it is,your majesty."

"Gather as much information of her as possible."

"as you wish,your majesty."

the battles continued to happen,Day after day, taron becames quicker to announce the second battle,he start,what you consider it as,flirting in the middle of your fight, saying things such as, "you look gorgeous with blood." , "you make me more insane in your love,dear" , "won't you consider becoming my personal soldier? oh,or maid!." you nearly cut his arm off when he said that, he sometimes cross the lines saying some personal information no one knows.

you got enough with his playing, always announce a battle then backdown when he's close to knocking you off.

it all changed though at that fateful day.

after every fight the prince,keith,would come to you, talking or taking you out with him, the civilians noticed that as much as the servants did, and the rumors spread quickly about you two being in some sort of relationship.

it eventually reached taron's empire.

"what is this fucking thing i hear?! what do you mean there's a rumor about my woman being in a relationship?!" taron was holding his personal adviser by his collar.

"i-i don't know your maje-it what I've heard!." the man says frightened.

taron throws him away making him hit the ground "oh,i know what I'll do, if that shame of a man wants to take my girl away, then I'll just have to make him to never see her again, prepare the army, we'll go get what's mine."

and that's how you end up looking at him standing above while you bleed on the ground.

finally ending this

have a good day/night♡

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: This is so damn tacky, I swear to fucking God, dude. And I love it. And if anyone is curious, I'm nearing the end of the training for my new job and shit's insane. We're learning all kinds of new shit and it's so hard to retain. Jfc. But it's over on the 17th of May. Then I pick up my laptop, and my phone and head off to my new desk where I'll decorate it like the fucking fun little nerd I am!

C/W ::: Hanma is a dick and not the fun-loving kind, either.

MDNI under the cut.

🔘🔘🔘 Hanma Head HC's 🔘🔘🔘

🔘 Hanma has a bad habit of only calling on you when he's bored.

🔘 He knows you'll always answer the phone, the door ... however he chooses to reach out to you at the time.

🔘 He's so sweet to you at first. Telling you "You're so prihhh-ty" and how much he enjoys spending time with you.

🔘 He lies; tells you about how busy he is with stuff. You know it's bullshit, but you love him so much that you let it go.

🔘 And even if you hadn't let it go right away, as soon as he touches you, you're a goner.

🔘 "Baby, been missin' this body s'much. But fuck, things are so crazy righ' now. Can't be with you like I want."

🔘 Hanma will guide you over to your desk and hoist you up by your thighs.

🔘 "You puttin' on some weight? Heh, I think it's all in your ass. Lemme have a bite. 'Mere."

🔘 It hurts your feelings when he says things like that. But he wants a bite ... so he likes it. Right?

🔘 After he gets you up on the desk, he spreads your bare legs.

🔘 Hanma has taught you well to have your pants off by the time he gets there, leaving you only in panties (thongs ... or he spanks you relentlessly until you convince him you're sorry for not being sexy enough for him).

🔘 The man simply has no time to waste (lies) - let alone, waste on you (bigger lies).

🔘 You wanted to believe you were kind of important.

🔘 But with how few and increasingly far between his visits, phone calls, whatevers have been lately, you're not sure now where you rank in his life.

🔘 And the more you think about it right now, with his face between your chubby, warm thighs and his lips around your puffy clit, you want to cry.

🔘 But who cries when they're getting head? GOOD head, at that.

🔘 He knows just how to hook you and keep you hangin' on.

🔘 He kisses that crease of soft skin between your thighs and your cunt, whispering sweet nothings to it. You wonder if he even remembers you're there.

🔘 "G'na make ya cum so hard, yeah, slutty slutty slit uh'mine. Fuckin' love you so much. Miss you all the time. Now open up f'me. Gonna give ya all I got, princess.

🔘 He grunts slightly when he lifts you from the desk and carries you around to the bed, laying you down unceremoniously and not even bothering to push his pants down below his thighs.

🔘 Hanma winked at you as he stroked his cock a few more times for good measure.

🔘 "Baby ... ya ready? Daddy's home. Gonna give ya some milk then run out and buy s'more."

@viburnt @trevengersprincess @katkusuo @darkstarlight82 @kazutora-kurokawa @arlerts-angel @southside-otaku @bakubunny (I don't know if I'm just stupid or what, but I can't find your other acct?)

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Do you think you could do like God of chaos reader and Bill torturing the pines or just reader interacting with them in general?

-™️ anon

𝙾𝚏𝚌! 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝�� ^^

Bill x God of chaos reader + Pines family:

Since you are an omniscient being you instantly knew something would happen with the twins when the moved in for the summer, so you kind of just kept an eye on them for Bill.

Assuming you can't (or just don't want to) give Bill a physical form, you would be the one doing most tormenting as you would actually be able to Yap into the world

When you first met Dipper and Mabel you probably related to Mabel more, selfish, chaotic, willing to do anything for fun?? If that isn't the perfect embodiment body you I don't know what is.

Much like Bill you probably didn't understand the body between them "they're so different, how could they possibly BARE each other" takes you a while to wrack your brain on that one.

Either way readers probably just goofs with the twins since they're insignificant and fun to watch, almost like a show!

Stan and Ford are different however

Even though you and bill are a 'thing' he's still hung up on SIXER, you're not jealous, you're THE god of chaos... What could one puny old man have that made Bill so obsessed with him.. Not jealous or anything...

Not a good opinion on Ford

Surprisingly you don't hate Stan too much, he does remind you of Bill in some ways.

Now the tormenting hc's

Ford gets the blunt of it all, when he gets back from the portal your pretty quick to start messing with him

You aren't allowed to do anything rash because Bill still 'needs him'

Pages from important documents are gone, the ink from every paper dissolved into incoherent madness, etc

"Aw he likes these cute little cryptids? Aren't they just adorable... Woops they're extinct"

Oh and during weirdmaggedon where your ALLOWED to torture Ford with Bills full permission?? It's just horrendous.

Bill especially likes when you start showing Ford his past, every single mistake he made with bill, every single obvious red flag that he ignored, the look on his face is Hilarious.

For Stan and Ford you'd show memories of their childhoods and then suddenly go and steer it to Stan getting kicked out, Ford getting pushed in the portal, just the worst memories the bit he of them have

Stan individually, you'd show an alternate universe where Ford stayed, and they supported each other, sailing the Stan o' war, being close.. You let him summer in the feeling before ripping it away, playing fires horrified face as Stan pushed him in the portal, over, and over, and over again

For Dipper you'd let Bill take over, he seemed to hate him way more than you, Bill would mock him, etc, etc, but if we're going on the tormenting part he'd def replay memories of his parents yelling at each other, as Dipper overheard.

For Mabel, actually tormenting her, you'd gdo the same thing for everyone else, Dipper is with her, her friends are there, she has a cute boyfriend, everything is perfect , then suddenly, everything is dark and grey, lifeless, even her scrapbook, full of bright memories falls apart in her hands.

Hope you liked them, if you want anything changed just ask!!

[just-a-hazbin-writer]

I know I mostly talk only about hazbin & helluva right now cuz these are my main hyperfixations atm, but I have some hcs about the looney tunes and their sexual orientations/gender identities/both.

disclaimer: these are just my headacanons and opinions and in no way reflect canon. i made these going off of general vibes, my preferences and what i have seen in looney tunes media. ofc i wasn't able to cover all of it or take every single aspect ab these characters into consideration. the amount of looney tunes content is huge and each rendition of the characters different in their own way. if you disagree with any of these, cool, feel free to even interract, but stay decent without attacking me (or each other, really) for having a different opinion or omitting some obscure detail from the fucking 70s show. we're here to have fun remember!

anyways here you go girlypops💗✨️

Bugs Bunny - pansexual and genderfluid

he doesn't give a crap about people's gender & flirts with everyone

doesn't give a shit about gender norms either

sometimes he feels more masculine other times more feminine and he dresses depending on his mood/vibe atm

LOVES wearing dresses & make up, but sometimes he prefers more masculine clothing (again, depending on the mood)

usually tho he doesn't wear anything out of commodity

he's a 'casual dates' type of guy and can get fleeting crushes on random ppl regardless of their gender (but he can't see himself in a long term commited relationship with anyone except for daffy, but doesn't realize that yet shhhh trust me bros yeah, anyone)

he would be fine with any pronouns but mostly uses he/him again out of commodity

Daffy Duck - bisexual with a preference for himself

i think we all saw this one coming

WAYYYY too much homoerotic chemistry with Bugs (baffy ily sm pls come to me)

the way he calls Penelope or Lola "sister", like i'm sorry, sir, that's gay

i can see him also liking women tho tbh

he's giving ✨️chaotic bisexual energy✨️

himself will always come first tho, sorry everyone but y'all have nothing on this sexy duck ass💅✨️

Elmer Fudd - bi-curious/comphet

for some reason i see him questioning his sexuality after feeling attracted to Bugs in drag

but it takes a while for him to admit to or explore that since he is so used to the idea of liking women

Yosemite Sam - heterosexual

i don't see him as queer at all, he seems very straight to me

he CAN be a little fruity sometimes tho, i'll have to admit

but nahhh he's straight

insecure af tho

represses all the time

doesn't want to be percieved as weak so he tries to overcompensate by being overly aggresive

toxic mascilinity has this man in a tight grip, send your thoughts and prayers for him😔🙏

Wile E Coyote - asexual demiromantic

no attraction, just acme

usually doesn't look at people through the lens of physical or romantic feelings

he is a genius after all, his brain opperates differently than the ones of plebian simpletons that succumb to such primitive desires (he's undiagnosed autistic💀)

COULD fall in love tho as long as he has a strong intellectual connection first (which is VERY rare), but sex just won't be that important to him

Roadrunner - aroace, non-binary

no attraction/gender, just running

i kinda like the idea of them using they/them

this bird just looks genderless to me

Foghorn Leghorn - heterosexual

that's an obnoxious straight man who mainsplains the shit out of everything if i've ever seen one

not homophobic tho, just really annoying

Pepe Le Pew - bisexual, with a preference for women

despite mostly longing for a petite femme skunk or whatever, he would be in fact fine with men

it would take for him longer to admit tho

he'll get there eventually

but he is NOT straight i'm sorry that man is fruity af😭

also that one time he went chasing after Sylvester thinking he was a skunk without giving a shit he was male💀💀

like.... you mean to tell me he couldn't tell the difference between a MALE CAT and a FEMALE SKUNK?? really? that's your explaintation?? be fucking for real

i'm telling you he was so into it he just stopped giving a shit ab gender in that moment

dude saw a chance and went for it lmao

that man just wants a skunk to be in love with, that'a all

he is just too oblivious to realize his attraction to men because of his old-fashioned approach to romance and his idea that he needs to woo a lady😭

Penelope Pussycat - heterosexual

unfortunately Penelope has not escaped the straight prison😔

Porky Pig - heterosexual

i know, I KNOW, dafpork shippers don't jump me pls BUT.... i can't see him as queer😭

i'm sorry but i just can't, this dude is just a nice shy straight fella (not the gross type of nice guy but the actual nice nice guy)

he is giving malewife who is super sweet and simps for his partner and helps around the house a lot

but he also has that air of tradition idk how to explain

i admit, he CAN be a little fruity esp with daffy

but in my view it's just for gags and porky doesn't mind it because 1) he's secure in his sexuality & who he is

and 2) he is also very comfortable with daffy himself

like they've known each other for like 8 decades or smth at this point it doesn't even matter

things between them in my opinion are purely platonic, they are just touchy with each other bc they are bffs💗

maybe MAYBE he could have an experience with another guy just out of curiosity, but rn he is going strong with petunia and so it's not on his to do list

but yeah he is straight - but an ally obvs✨️

Petunia Pig - heterosexual

also an ally✨️

she gives me strong straight girl vibes who likes to stay at home and make fresh baked cookies - nothing wrong with that, slay queen💅

Sylvester - heterosexual/bi-curious

he has a son and a canon wife (although they seem not to be together anymore?? idk lt canon can be chaotic and confusing and it changes a lot anyway)

he never really thought ab it and was mainly focused on women

he started questioning after Pepe pursued him tho

despite resenting it at first (*cough* internalized homophobia *cough cough*) he started reflecting afterwards and was like wait why do i kinda find the idea of another man liking me hot??

Tweety - asexual panromantic & genderqueer

this bird gives no shits about gender

there is already a lot of people who don't know upon first glance if he's a boy or a girl and that's fine by him because he doesn't really want to be either

they just love the fact that people can't put him in a box and uses their long eyelashes, high pitched voice and gender neutral name to confuse others even more

they are fine with every pronoun but likes it the best when people mix them up

in the olden days he used he/him and didn't really mind BUT he DID mind the fact that people thought of him as a boy cuz like... it didn't feel like him

she actually liked when people called her a "she", not because she thought of herself as a girl, but bc of the notion that ppl couldn't pin point exactly what she was

that's why they quickly adopted she/her pronouns (it was the 50s but he couldn't give a fuck ab it💅✨️)

he stopped telling ppl what he was and let them use whatever pronouns without correcting them

later when he found out about they/them he had a major LETS GOOO moment

he loved the idea of being a genderless creature

nowadays they are a proud he/she/they user and LOVES when people use all of them (one time they call him a he, the other a she, then they uses they etc)

she doesn't consider herself to be anything and is an absolute MENACE about it

like full on trickster messing with people kind of thing

he also gets random casual crushes on people regardless of gender (without intense physical attraction tho)

Granny - lesbian

old lesbians, i love you💗

i know, i know she COULD be the lgbt ally grandma that comes to pride with home baked cookies but she ISN'T bc it's better this way :)

smth ab her being a lesbian just scratches my brain the right way

she is an old woman-kisser idc

have you ever seen this woman with a man?? nope, cuz she doesn't like them

she's also never been married and doesn't have kids

the literal definition of an old childless cat lady and happy about it

Witch Hazel - lesbian

sapphic witches, i love you💚

her and Granny are together and living the cottage core old lesbian fantasy bc i said so

Gossamer - genderfluid

they have no gender, just a... creature of fur existing

they identify with monster and that's it✨️

Marvin the Martian - aroace & non-binary

no attraction/gender, just boom boom

he is an autistic alien who uses he/they pronouns

touch aversed and just repulsed by any kind of romantic or physical contact

has no sense of gender and doesn't understand why the earthlings would label things like that

like... why are the earth creatures so closed minded??

the notions of gender, romantic and sexual attraction/relationships are completely different on Mars and he doesn't identfy with the "earthling" way of doing this AT ALL

just wants to focus on his hyperfixations and do his own thing in peace (aka blow up planets, slay king✨️)

Speedy Gonzales - heterosexual

that's a straight ally right there💅✨️

the deffinition of healthy masculinity

he would kiss another dude for 20 dollars tho, that's just a good pitch

Mac and Tosh (the Goofy Gophers) - gay

they are married, you honor

the cute gay couple next door who are always polite and welcoming🌈💗

The Tazmanian Devil - asexual heteromantic

he loves his wife, Mrs. Devil😌

other than that - no (sexual) attraction, just spinning

Lola Bunny - bisexual

space jam 2, i am looking right at your bisexual-coded lola, don't think you can get her past my gaydar

she's for the boys and the girls✨️

she is cis but likes to play with her gender expression, sometimes presenting as more masc (space jam 2, i'm looking at you again), othertimes as more fem (think tlts)

[dewdr0pz]

ASK TIME ASK TIME!! i am officially raiding your asks now, take this as a threat /j

mkay sooooo, thoughts on lovejoy member!reader x wilbur?? 🤭 you could write about their sweet loveydovey moments and the way they blow kisses to each other on stage, or maybe their relationship is secret so focus on all the little things they do to show affection without the fans (and maybe friends too) knowing they’re together? like holding hands under tables, the lil glances they give each other, aaaah!!

apologies if you’ve written smth similar already, my memory is failing me rn, but if u have then do not worry because ill be back asking for other random shit too LMAO <3

🎸 Lovejoymember!reader x Wilbur HCs🎸

a/n: yoooo this is a really cool idea :D

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contains: loads of fluff, petnames, a single ass slap, & cheesiness

This man is CONSTANTLY flirting with you on stage. We're talking ass pats, blowing kisses, quick pecks between lyrics, etc. He finds it funny whenever the crowd screams & cheers when you two flirt.

When you two first started dating, you both didn't want to tell anyone, so you couldn't be affectionate around each other. Or so you thought. He'd hold your hand under tables, make sure you two were sharing a hotel room &/or bed, kiss the back of your hand when nobody's looking, give you hugs, tickle you (we all know he would tickle you. he did it to Mark, why not you?), etc.

If you were a drum player, he'd randomly rest his chin on your head if you were sitting down to play

During studio time, he's hugging you from behind & being suuuuuper cuddly (while grossing out the other members in the process)

During concerts, he's randomly making suggestive, cheesy, or flirty jokes to you to make the crowd laugh.

^^ "Hey, Y/N?" Wilbur said to you into the mic, looking in your direction. "Yeah?" you replied, trying to catch your breath from the last song. "What's up?" "I have a really important question for you," he said. "The crowd would really love to hear this from you." "What is it?" you replied. "Everybody's been wondering what you do for a living besides being sexy," he grins. This causes you to turn beet red & the crowd, the rest of the band, & Wilbur begin to laugh.

If you were a good singer, he'd beg on his hands & knees ask you to do duets or backing solos in new songs

If you were artsy, he'd also beg on his hands & knees ask you to help design the merch

If the band had to get on a plane or train to get to the next concert location, he'd be SO CUDDLY!!! He'd lay his head in your lap or vice versa, he'd hold your hand, he'd share an earbud with you, he'd let you watch him play The Sims on his laptop, he'd lean his head on your shoulder or vice versa, etc.

When the band goes out to eat or just goes out in general, he's paying for & doing EVERYTHING for you. You got something to eat? Don't even lay a finger on your wallet. You're in a store & you mention being hungry? He's grabbing every single snack & drink that you like. You shiver slightly? He's taking off his jumper or hoodie & giving it to you, no questions asked. You mention your legs hurting? You're being carried, either piggyback, on his shoulders, or bridal style.

[beneathsilverstars]

hello for the ask game 9: any theories on stuff unexplained by the game?

I always love theories and thoughts and worldbuilding hcs etc so anything in that vein works :3

I think my favorite little worldbuilding headcanon is that Ka Bue is super chill about aromanticism and asexuality! Not in the same way as irl activism, but it's something that is understood and respected in their ideology, like transgenderism in Vaugarde. So if we combine the powers of everyone in the crew we'll get an entire queer-friendly worldview going lmao!

Maybe... Something about an overarching philosophy of understanding the self? In Vaugard they see the self as something you refine through making, creating and destroying and rebuilding, but in Ka Bue you're supposed to be uncovering and polishing what's already there. And part of that is understanding your position in relation to others, so they have a lot of little descriptive words for flavors of relationships and dynamics, and being the sort of person who seeks those dynamics. Like "oh i'm usually the comedic straight man of the friend group and i seek out jokesters who play well off of that". And that means that nonsexual romance, nonromantic sex partners, QPRs, etc, are all understood dynamics, and various kinds of friend and family and colleague relationships are seen as distinctly important, and being alone is seen as a valid dynamic!

Now that I've typed this out I love it more and more... I was originally just thinking about the metaphor of cutting and polishing a gemstone, but having a lot of little Dynamics that various people may find more or less relevant to themselves is a similar approach to having thousands of Expressions! And it meshes with the transphobia as well - you can describe yourself as having dysphoria but you're not supposed to go and try to change that.

And there's that Odile + Isabeau conversation where she gets really specific about their relationship: "We're not friends, we're associates. Colleagues. Allies at best." And she's obviously joking, but this hc puts some extra weight behind her making that particular sort of joke! Plus she's the one who's like, "I wouldn't call you all friends, that would be weird, we're more like family," and she gets mad about being called the mom. I love the idea that she has Very specific dynamic classifications in mind for her relationship with each member of the crew, and gets pissy that Vaugardian doesn't have the same nuance/connotations!

And this philosophy being the total opposite of the Change belief is so interesting for Odile in particular! It would definitely flavor people's perception of her in Ka Bue - oh, she's one of those fickle Vaugardians who change masks every day and will never truly understand themselves. No wonder she wanted to get actual Vaugardian perspective on their belief. Oh, how lovely it will be for her to synthesize the two extremes, and both discover and create who she is!!

[hobbitwrangler]

Got any specific Finduilas thoughts or HCs or emotions you want to share now that you’re fully immersed in her world again???? Nothing that would get ahead of your fics, of course, but if you’ve got something from a grab bag of thoughts that might not otherwise fit somewhere else? ♥️

Absolutely! I'm going to try not to spoil anything for upcoming fics but:

She's not much of a drinker. Unlike Ivriniel, who can and will outdrink men bigger and younger than her just to assert her dominance, she's never really been into alcohol beyond the odd glass of wine (or a cocktail or two if we're in a modern au).

She's bisexual. The idea of bisexual Finduilas has been floating around my head ever since @dilettantefeminist wrote the words 'Finduilas' and 'Goldberry' in the same sentence. I feel like Finduilas’ sexuality isn’t really something that she interrogates when she’s young, partly because it takes her ages to properly get interested in men never mind women and partly because her brain subconsciously categorises being a girl-kisser as something that’s not on the cards for her as the Exceptional Daughter Extraordinaire of the Dol Amroth family, but she might have had a slight inkling by the time she died?? Whatever the case, I have three WIP ideas (one of them the Goldberry one, which I will get done this year, I swear!) for Finduilas with female characters so at least in some AUs she realises something! It's not really a big thing in the Christmas fic but I am planning a scene that hints that she might not be completely heterosexual (Théoden will not notice, the poor man doesn't even know his own son is gay).

It is very important to me that she and Ivriniel love each other very much and also on some level simply do not/refuse to understand each other. Finduilas does not understand why Ivriniel insists on making a spectacle of her infidelities and Ivriniel does not understand why Finduilas insists on constantly submitting herself to the court of public opinion when she's a) the daughter of the Prince of Dol Amroth and b) the wife of the Steward. There's some internalised misogyny/gentle slutshaming in there that Finduilas probably never gets the chance to unpack in the canon universe (no prizes for guessing where I'm gonna be bringing it up).

Given the opportunity, she would dress and present in a more 'masculine' way. Finduilas' love of the sea, which is usually associated with men like Eärendil and Aldarion (see weird Númenórean gender binary), already puts her in an interesting place in my book and the more I think about it, the more I like the idea of her having a preference for masculine clothing. (RIP Finduilas, you would have loved Marlene Dietrich in Morocco.)

For me, the tragedy of Finduilas is in her lost potential. Not just the fact that she died fairly young, but the fact that she died not quite herself, both distant from what she was as a child and what she could have been. There's a reason that I say she would 'naturally' dress a certain way, rather than say that she does, because I think Finduilas felt the pressure of the way she was meant to be more than Ivriniel did. The need to conform, to dress a certain way, to behave a certain way (at least in public), was something that she understood a little too well, and she became a little too good at it. Again, this is another thing I'm really looking forward to digging into in the Christmas fic (it's basically a Finduilas character study masquerading as a romance fic at this point), how who she is has fallen out of focus.

I'm kind of obsessed with Ivriniel, Finduilas and Imrahil being an earth, water, air trio (and then the Fire Nation attacked—). Finduilas is of course firmly associated with the sea and with Uinen (and Ulmo and Ossë). Ivriniel is a horticulturist (obligatory credit to @emyn-arnens for this headcanon <3) and has studied in Lossarnach, basically Gondor's flower-garden, and thus has associations with Yavanna. And Imrahil is a swan-knight, the one in the position of authority as the heir to their father's title, associated with Eönwë and Manwë. Where am I going with this? I don't know, I just think they're neat.

Thank you so much for giving me the unexpected gift of blathering about my favourite dead wife & mother! <3

[midnightshindig]

Hi would you be willing to write a fluffy Drabble of established Shapesmith x transmasc reader where reader comes out and is scared shapesmith will leave him only to have to explain what that is. Shapesmith quickly comforts reader in his own Shapesmith way.

Sorry if you don’t like this or it’s too long either way thank you for writing for Shapesmith at all.

Shapesmith x Transmasc!Reader

alright guys i'm gonna try and get back into the swing of things, posting probably only a few times a week.

We're back in business, baby!!!

Considering opening up to Vox Machina and/or Pantheon requests? Is that something anyone would want? lmk <3

hcs below the cut!!

Shapesmith and you had been dating for a couple of weeks by now, slowly but surely

Throughout that time you'd come to realize some things about yourself, about the kind of person you are.

And after a lot of hesitance and soul searching and what have you, you decided it was time to tell your partner that you were transgender.

You knew he was a good man, he knew what it was like to be.... different.

He was so in his own world, maybe Martians didn't even have a concept of gender

Coming out is a wrenching thing, the anxiety of knowing your closest relationships sit in the tender cradle of another persons political and social beliefs

and praying they didn't contradict with their love for you

and praying you wouldn't have to answer stupid questions, or that you would have to bare yourself naked emotionally and spiritually to be respected.

it's hard.

You were scared.

But,

deep breath,

this is Shapesmith we're talking about

your boyfriend, your sweet boyfriend who has only ever wanted good things for you

who protects you in battle and who covers you in day to day

You tried to keep this in mind as you stood before him in your dorm, after telling him you needed to tell him something

He sat on your bed, visibly nervous

It was always easy to tell when he was nervous, because he talked. A lot.

"Y/n- you have a great room, I love the decorations and the colors and everything. Have I told you how much I love your taste? Have I told you how much I love you? You're so great. Soooooo great!"

It wasn't helping your nerves at all

"Ah- yes honey, I love you too- that's... I have to tell you something"

the both of you braced for impact

both scared of what happened next

"I'm-- I don't feel like a woman. This- That label, doesn't apply to me." You gestured vaguely as you spoke, trying to articulate your point

"In the future, I might choose to take physical steps to altercate my appearance, voice, etc to more closely align with male physiology, or I might not. I haven't... sorted it all out yet. I might want to try out new names, and change my name legally, and I want you to start referring to me by he/him pronouns."

a deep, long, agonizing silence filled the claustrophobic dorm

"...shapesmith?"

He tilted his head and let out a deep exhale, a sigh of utmost relief

"Whew- I thought you were breaking up with me." he smiled candidly, like nothing had just happened

it kind of pissed you off

"Wha- Shapesmith! I just told you something really important." Your anger cooled back into anxiety "How... does that make you feel?"

"Hm... You're the same you you've always been. And I love you." He stood up, walking over to you and wrapping you up into a hug

"I don't really understand what being a man or being a woman really means, or how you beings who cannot shapeshift are able to shapeshift from one to the other, but I'm sure I can learn about it."

You winced, bracing for him to load you up with invasive questions, but they never came

He just held you, stroking your hair lovingly and humming a tune

After a while of this, you pulled back

just enough to hold his face in your hands

"I want to be honest with you."

He nodded "And I want youuuu to be yourself. I wouldn't want to be with you any other way."

And that was that

He would go on to thoroughly enjoy all the pampering that came along with transitioning

In his own, unique way

When you express interest in getting new clothes, he's ecstatic to finally experience an indoor mall for the first time

You get haircuts together and he FREAKS when they cut his hair

"Ahhhh my flesh!!" He warbles, his fingers twitching as he tried to remain stationary in the salon chair

"Noooooo honey- it's dead cells. They're allowed to go away."

He's learning how to be a man just as much as you are, in a lot of ways

lets be fr he hasn't had human male biology for very long

you guys get to learn and grow together <3

[amiharana]

ok I was reading thru your tattoo/flower shop au and I had to share the brainrot.

I hc revali as indigenous (particularly great plains native american) and oh man, what if at some point he very hesitantly brings up with link that he wants to get facial tattoos or something similar that's significant to him but he's nervous?? And Link goes out of his way to learn traditional stick-n-poke techniques so he can be the one to give revali his tattoos?? And it's like super sweet and meaningful for them both and Link feels honored that revali trusts him enough to ask? (and also revali is scared shitless and Link has to stop several times so he doesnt mess up and hurt revali more than it typically would)

like what if though???

ahem (taps mic) Hello can anyone hear me. i haven't written a tumblr ask in ages i feel ancient

first of all, i'm glad to hear that you still think of my tattoo/flower shop au haha it's been way over a year now since i wrote it. i still very much appreciate everyone who drew art for it 🫶 i've had a few passing thoughts about writing it into an actual proper multi-chaptered fic but i've been busy wrestling with school, work, and my personal demons for the past year that it's been quite difficult to even think about writing anything. thank you to anyone who's still here; i appreciate you a lot 🤍

i love the hc of revali as indigenous and i think it really fits in with the presence of the rito people as we're introduced to in the games, but i won't touch on that too much since i'm not indigenous/well-versed in indigenous culture. you know what i Am well-versed in though? these gay ass mfs

i had to reread my own au post for this Lord it's been too long, i wrote back then that i thought of revali as someone who isn't too fond of tattoos and doesn't have a great pain tolerance for them, and i still believe in that LOL. mixing that in with a hc where revali is indigenous is quite interesting, because i would assume that tattoos are an important/frequently appearing aspect of the culture? revali's parents have also passed in this au and he's alone with no family running the shop, so perhaps revali was estranged from his indigenous culture while growing up/at some point and became interested in trying to connect with it as an adult. maybe he came across the topic of traditional tattoos and after researching about it, he became interested in getting one but again because of his low pain tolerance, he thought it probably may never happen. well...

during one of their shared lunch breaks perhaps at a new cafe that's opened up on tabantha street, revali absentmindedly mentions his family and the tattoos. link immediately looks up at him from his food, those lovely blue eyes searching his face curiously.

"traditional tattoos?" he says, cocking his head at revali. revali blinks. well, of course link would have interest in the topic since he was a fellow tattoo artist himself, but the way he was looking at revali was...

"well yes," revali continues. "i suppose i haven't really talked to you much about myself personally, have i? i'm an indigenous hyrulean and my blood is descended from the rito tribe, but i'm not well-versed in my own culture." he mumbles the last few words, looking down at his coffee. "my parents and i lived on reservation land until i was 5 and then we moved away to a bigger city for work. there weren't many other rito there and so i didn't grow up with a lot of other indigenous folk. i don't know much about my family or my culture because of it, and even after my parents passed, it's never come up until now." revali glances back at link, who is now watching him with rapt attention. he looks away again, his cheeks beginning to warm. "i thought it would be nice to connect with my culture by getting a traditional tattoo of the rito tribe, perhaps something small so i can handle it. though, i wouldn't be able to travel to the reservation to find a traditional tattooist because of the shop and neither do i know of any tattoo artists nearby that could do it..."

"i'll do it," link says suddenly. revali looks at him again and blinks. link's eyes are bright and wide, blazing with determination. he's still holding his sandwich in his hands.

"i-i couldn't ask that of you," revali says, heart skipping a beat. "you'd likely have to learn an entire new and unfamiliar technique, and—"

"i'll do it," link insists, placing the sandwich down and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. his eyes are still trained on revali, just as insistent as his mouth is. revali swallows.

"use a napkin, please," he mutters, passing link one. the blond takes it and grins at him. "if it's something that you greatly desire to do... i will assist you in offering as much information as i can. i... appreciate it, link." i appreciate you, he thinks but the words get stuck in his throat. link's smile only grows.

thinking about link who researches rito tribal tattoos for a few weeks and reporting and discussing his findings with revali during their mon/wed lunch breaks. thinking about link who spends countless nights staying up compiling everything he finds into a document, the different types of tribal tattoos and their meanings, researching the materials and tools needed for traditional tattoos, sketching different tribal symbols endlessly for the perfect one for revali in between tattoo sessions with other clients, thinking about where on revali's body it would go, thinking about revali's warm skin under his hands... let's keep it PG link 🫡

the day finally arrives when link introduces the tattoo sketches to revali. link probably shows him a few ideas of a small rito symbol on his fingers, wrist, deltoid, ankle, and even ribs. HOWEVER. i really like the idea of the winged rito symbol across the back of revali's shoulders to represent his wings in canon? so what if. link who sketched a drawing of revali's back muscles with the winged rito symbol and he doesn't mean to show it to revali since it's a much bigger tattoo than revali wanted, but revali happens upon it anyway while scrolling through the sketches on link's ipad.

"what's this one?" revali says pointing at it.

link glances over at the screen and flushes. "oh, i didn't mean for you to see this one," he murmurs. he uses two fingers to zoom in on the image slightly. "i just had an idea for this particular symbol, so i sketched it out because i thought it'd look nice. i know you wanted a smaller one, so we can just focus on the first sketches—"

"it's beautiful," revali cuts him off, voice soft and still looking at the winged sketch. "how much do back tattoos hurt?" and link is jaw dropped, staring at him with hearts in his eyes LMFAOOOOOOOO

thinking about link who actually reaches out to a traditional tattooist from revali's tribe and asks if he can mentor link so he can learn their technique??? maybe link and revali who end up traveling to the reservation together so revali can visit and link can learn directly from the tattooist??? revalink road trip and sharing a bed trope??? link would probably only take a week tops to learn the technique since he's like a prodigal artist and the tattooist is impressed. also revali getting to spend time with and learn more about his culture from others from the tribe who live there 🥺

if revali does get the winged rito symbol tattoo on his back, he probably wouldn't get it as a solid color, maybe link would incorporate more tribal lineart into it like the totk zonai imagery? i've never gotten a tattoo so i don't know if back tattoos or the style of solid color tattoos would hurt, but regardless, link would make revali as comfortable as he can throughout all the sessions 🥺🥺🥺

originally when i read this ask and you mentioned facial tattoos, i thought about link gently holding revali's jaw between his pointer finger and thumb to readjust the positioning of his face in the midst of tattooing him, and revali sucking in a breath at the contact WAHHHH but with the direction i took with this post, i also thought about link laying a flat palm between revali's shoulder muscles, feeling the warmth of his skin and tracing his shoulder blades with a featherlight touch and revali getting flustered but muttering, "are you going to keep me in suspense?"

link traces a line down revali's spine. "are you sure you want to get this tattoo?" he murmurs. "we can still do the smaller ones instead if you want. i know how you feel about it, with your pain tolerance and all."

revali snorts, trying to mask his nervousness. "i've already made up my mind. it's a beautiful piece that you put a lot of thought into and i'm not backing out now. besides..." revali's voice lowers into a mumble. "i wouldn't have gone through with it if it was anyone else. i trust you."

link's cheeks pinked in the sweet way they do when revali catches him off-guard, but he can't take it back. he doesn't want to take it back, because it's true; revali trusts link for this with everything he has.

hhh . AHHHH . i just think. yeagh.

[acefantasyy]

Can we get a short drabble or hcs of reader having their first kiss with Eriks? Imagine your hands in his hair, his stubble tickling your jaw..: (I’m so normal) IMAGINE HIM HESITANTLY PUTTING A HAND ON UR HIP (HANZ IM SO NORMAL)

✦- Eriks x gn. reader

✦cw. none, 98 Eriks coded but also trimax coded as well, just some kissing that's all

✦note. thank you @chris-continues once again for feeding me Eriks content :). we're so normal about this man I swear. there's some small little headcanons at the end about how kissing him would be like and stuff, enjoy.

✦word count- 629

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Oh absolutely there’s so many possibilities but lemme throw a little back thought I have before the kissing <3

•Nervous. so so nervous. That's all I will say when it comes to giving your first kiss to the guy you’ve been infatuated with for over two years. There had been a confession said to Eriks with it being reciprocated but nothing more happened as he had left to finish something important that needed to be done. That had been months ago but now here in front of you stood a tall dark haired man claiming to be the man you loved which left you utterly confused because your eriks had long blonde hair the last time you saw him. Your suspicions are quickly shut down though when the man quietly utters the nickname that you were given before Eriks had left.

• Anyways. Now onto what you came for :)

•In all honesty, who wouldn’t be nervous when having their first kiss, it could be from being excited because you’re giving it to someone you care for or whether the first kiss would be good or bad. Both of those were part of the reason for your nervousness but the main reason was because of how incredibly handsome Eriks was being in such close proximity with you, especially now that he no longer sported the long blonde locks you were used to him having and instead now had short raven hair. 

•The buzzing of blood rushing to your ears distracts you from hearing what the raven haired man says to you before he’s swooping you up into his arms and pressing a soft kiss to your lips that’s warm and inviting but as soon as it’s there it’s gone. It’s honestly the most gentle and sweetest feeling you’ve ever felt before and it’s the utmost purest thing ever and it leaves you wanting more. As soon as he begins blubbering out an apology you’re quick to silence it as you tug him back down to your lips for another kiss, your arms winding around his neck and into his pitch black locks bringing a surprised noise from him in response.

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•I feel that when Vash finally decides to settle down with you back in the town where he met you he’d probably start going by Eriks once again. He’d keep his hair short but maybe would let it start to grow out again as time passes and gradually begins to grow stubble again and will let you maintain it to how he likes

•As for kissing he’s always going to be kissing you in some sort of way at almost every hour of the day and is always saying how your kisses are his source of energy to get through the day and that it’s vital that he gets at least 20 kisses a day. And as annoying as it may sound you always give into his request and smother him with his kisses he oh so dearly needs.

•I know for a fact that he would teasingly rub his stubble against your cheeks or even neck when he kisses you, the prickly feeling sending you into a fit and trying to get away from his attacks

•His kisses are always warm and inviting and are the softest, they can leave you feeling bubbly when you least expect it. He’s almost always going to have himself wrapped around you somehow, whether that be his arms resting around your waist or around your neck, there are times where he likes to mix it up and dip you while he kisses you.

•Loves to blow raspberries when he kisses you, especially when the two of you are laying down with you on top of him.

✦tags.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Do you have hcs on which rogues would get tattoos + would like tattoos on a parnter?

"Tattoos" Rogue Party x Reader

We're gonna go short and sweet with this one! I'll go into detail where it's needed, etc etc.

important side note that everyone on the list would be respectful of tattoos that are tied to specific cultural practices such as Tāmoko- no matter what their feelings are about tats in general.

TW: None

Riddler

Wouldn't get a tattoo because A) he feels fairly neutral about body art and B) he'd be struck within intense indecision if he tried to get one.

Doesn't care either way about tattoos on a partner, really. The ones he would really marvel at would be geometric or bio-mechanical styles. And if you were to get a green question mark somewhere on your body, he certainly wouldn't complain...

Penguin

Wouldn't get a tattoo because it doesn't suit him, in his mind. If he had anything it would be from his juvvie days when he was more young and impulsive.

He'd vastly appreciate fine-line work or a particularly intricate design. Something else about you that's beautiful. Pulls you in and... he can lay a kiss on it.

Mad Hatter

No. Just. No.

He wouldn't dislike tattoos on a partner, but it's not his ideal. Considering there's a fair chance an s/o began as an Alice or general fantasy... well. No one's perfect, are they? If it was florals or an alice themed tattoo however... it could be a sign. Don't try making sense of his logic, you'll hurt your head.

Scarecrow

Got one when he was young. Stick and poke that the ink drained out of and now it's just a scar of crow wings on his left back shoulder. A buddy did it, Jonathan doesn't even remember the man's name.

He would really like the tattoo(s) in question if it was horror related or something to his interests. Tracing the design with his fingers during intimate moments.

Music Meister

In the nicest way someone can possibly say this, no, he's too much of a weenie. Plus, he thinks about the fact that if he ever performed a specific character on stage, he'd have to constantly cover it up and that annoys him.

Normally doesn't care a lot. If it's a theater or musical based tattoo like lyrics or elements from a poster- He'll be almost drooling over it.

Victor Zsasz

Would get tattoos. Has tattoos that he's marked over with cuts.

Would like tattoos on a partner.

Would get weird about it if you let him.

Killer Croc

Likes them, physically cannot have them. Tried once. Broke three needles before the tattooist gave up. Which... he really can't blame them on that one.

He thinks they're kind of sexy, actually. Bad-ass, you know? Especially if it's in a place that's known to be painful? Woo, sha, he knew you were tough for him.

Harley Quinn

Yes. I don't know if my Harley would have tattoos yet, but she'd be absolutely down for getting them. They'd definitely need to be color, though. She'd probably really like new school with the cute, exaggerated features.

Tell her all about them! Each one has a story, right? It's all fascinating and more she can learn about one of her favorite people.

Poison Ivy

Only if it was something "tasteful" in her mind. Elegant with perfect body placement. That's where she's at mentally. Physically... Her body will reject all ink if it's not strictly vegan and plant-based. Plus there's the fact that her skin has a green hue. It vastly limits her options and she might just give up on the idea.

If she saw a lace design or a realistic plant/flower on a partner... heart eyes, baby. She wouldn't admit to being impressed by it outright, but you'd know from the way her touch would linger there.

Two-Face

Harv would be down, Harvey would say no. He's not against tattoos themselves or anything, but he was incredibly straight-edge most of his life and that's an aspect from his past that remained. Unprofessional.

Thinks it's neat if his s/o has a tat that's either a blend of styles or deals specifically with the theme of duality. No one would ever have guessed that, I know. Otherwise, it's art on your body. Want Harv to put you in a frame for all to see? He smirks.

Black Mask

No, because of the expectations put upon him from a young age. CEO material. Can't have that. The incredible irony is in some way he still thinks of tattoos as something criminals and convicts have.

That doesn't apply to you, though, because you're his and that makes you special and different. He'd put some bank aside if you wanted another, even. Fancy appointment with the artist of your choice and everything.

Mr. Freeze

Deeply appreciative of tattoos given that his deceased wife, Nora, was an anthropologist who sometimes dabbled in the historical and cultural context of body modification and expression. He doesn't have any himself, however. However, he's read and re-read several of the textbooks she left behind on the subject. He can tell you all about it.

It might seem strange to a partner that he's sharing this interest via the lens of Nora. Understand that he loves you deeply and this is him sharing something Important to him with you. His love for Nora was so much. He insists you would have loved her, too.

Ra's al-Ghul

He does not have tattoos nor would he get them. He may have had real tribal tattoos long ago, but the strange effects of the Lazarus pit long wore them out of his skin.

Boring in that he tends to dislike non-traditional, non-cultural tattoos. Vibrant, pop in your face styles? No, thank you. He wouldn't say anything to a partner or even any particular person because that's rude. But you can tell by small side comments he'll make. The truth is, he would eventually get over himself if a partner had them. He loves you as a person, more than anything else.

Bane

Grew up in a prison, tattoos themselves are part of his culture. It was strange to him when he got out and realized there's a lot of people with no tattoos at all. Meanwhile, he had a full sleeve by the time he was 25. Debatable on the quality for some of it. Some of his older tats you can tell they were done in prison. Has some really gorgeous work on his back, though.

He would actually pay for an s/o to get a tattoo. If they wanted it! It's an art form that expresses a piece of themselves along their bodies. It's beautiful.

[melodich4n]

A Long Winter-Time Ago

A Platonic Solomon Salt (S/I) × Caesar Clown One Shot

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Warnings/Triggers: None, except some minor HC use that Caesar is a spoiled Nepo-Baby and some minor inspiration for his eventual Gas Coat since I like to imagine he gets cold easily and that it makes him look bigger and that Salt influenced a lot of his own habits later in life.

Genre: Platonic Fluff (potential minor Angst?)

Word count: 1,718

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The sun wasn't out yet as the moon glazed over the bright floors of whites. The snowflakes sprinkled overhead through the curling winds and twinkled above like added stars in the remaining night sky.

Each foot step crunched the covered path down the walkway to each house down the street, a line of homes that had their lights on for most. It was the awakened morning of a northern breeze that came through; The late winter that came finally during the night and calmed during the morning on the island.

Still, it was cold but Salt had her Zoan fruit useful this time around. Walking outside on her hybrid Merino form. The wool was a natural insulation for her. Only the top of her nose felt the chill of the crisp skies.

A little silhouette behind golden orb lights behind the windows disappeared as Salt looked up. The front door opened soon after.

“Finally. I've been waiting!” A pipsqueak tone erupted, as with frustration rode out with a sudden shudder as the cold came. The short kid with his black bowl-bob of a hairdo was already ruffled by the hit of wind. His golden eyes stared at Salt. He was sinking into his ugly brown fur-coat.

“Hey… I came out for you to take you to school.” Salt replied lightly, she wasn't offended by her friend's impatience.

“Yeah? And Let's go,” He grabbed onto Salt's sweater. Dragging the larger girl along. Urgent to push and shove along to start running on his small legs and snap out. “I can't be last at school because then my seat is going to be taken away like last time!”

“Don't worry. I promise. I woke up early this time to get out,” She was pretty swell in her mood, singing almost if one can tell. “ You'll have the seat. And I can sit next to you and then we can work on our project in that notebook you mentioned.”

“... Well if we're last we'll definitely not. I'm not sitting there in the class listening to just basic mathematical equations I already know!” He huffed further. Salt would then slowly skip along and finally rush along.

The two then made their way down the street of the town. Which surprised the only man out was a hauling wagon with a horse attached. He didn't say anything but the two stopped at a four way street of pathways, one to the store district, one to the lower income of the island, and the other to the beach, with the dock and massive shipment house were for imports and exported goods.

The moment arrived. A sudden shiver came across Caesar.

“Wait, Salt!”

He called out before Salt was nearly halfway to the street traveling down the pathway to the lower district.

She turned around.

“Payaso? What?”

“I'm cold.”

“Of course you're going to be cold, it's winter here.”

“But like, I'm really cold.”

Salt can't hate her friend for the fact this was likely the first time out of his home for Winter he got to be in. Yet she easily then skipped back over to cheat his coat.

“Your coat isn't working?”

“It's still cold. I don't know why, and it's frustrating me because Mother said it would be good enough.”

Salt then checked it with her hands, patting and touching the fur but the fur felt dried and weak. It was fake fur; instead it was faux fur. Salt frowned under the realization.

“This isn't real fur. Plus I think your coat is a hand me down.”

Caesar expressed genuine disgust. His eyes opened with anger second to him stomping his foot down. From what was a good mood now to a sour bordering temper tantrum.

“What a disgrace. I thought mother got me the best. She doesn't care for me? Now I'm going to freeze and she's going to be sad but she shouldn't because it's her fault.”

“... Come here, you can use my coat for extra warmth. ” She took her own coat off. Easily trying to calm the sudden outburst Caesar had.

“I got my own wool to keep me warm. I think my coat is overkill but I just enjoy being warm anytime of the year.”

“Wool? You're lucky. I wish I didn't have to be cold. I don't want to use your coat. I want a good coat of my own,” he sniffed. “Plus it probably smells…”

“Maybe you smell stinky...” Salt retorted. “Boys always stink more than girls. Maybe your coat is so stinky it rotted all the stuff that keeps you warm.”

He stomps on her foot.

“ OW YOU!!!”

She then smacked him in the face. A loud whip of her hand was heard.

Caesar Clown froze and stared at Salt. The redness showing in his cold face, a red appeared. She really did smack him harshly. He teared up.

Salt stared at him from a frown now into a soft look. She felt… Sorry.

He erupted into a loud screech

“You hurt me… Salt! I thought we were friends!”

“We are! You just never want to take what I give because you want everything just for you that was made for you!”

“But… I want it for me because that's yours. Not mine. I don't want it.”

Salt paused. Taking in the words again this time more carefully. She realized she had likely mistaken his words. Yet she felt still pushed away in a sudden turn of things. She held her hands into bawled fists.

“Now leave me alone, you don't like me. Don't you?

“But you hurt me first.”

“That's because you made fun of me.”

“... You should learn to accept some help?”

“I already was generous enough to let you with my project… Now we're going to be late because of you making me mad!”

Salt huffed and her own cheeks rushed with anger. She would turn her head to the side and shake her head.

“Come on.”

“No. You should apologize to me, Salt. I don't want to go now.”

“But you're going to freeze.”

“Well, you should have thought of not smacking me first then…”

Salt let out a loud given sigh and swung her hands around now freeing her hands from her fist.

“ Let me just take you into my hold, I'll try to cover you from the cold until we get to the school. Then you can leave me alone then.”

His face was red from the crispy air freezing his tears and snot. Although it was gross and Salt hated that, she wrapped her arms around him. Trying to pay his shoulder.

Caesar nearly was about to shove her before he did feel much warmer. Although not perfect. He pushed aside his anger momentarily. The wool made him suddenly go quiet and breathe more regularly. Only then under his breath he spoke once again.

“Get me to school.”

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The next day it was cold again, this time after school. Things were still awkward but Salt came over this time, knocking on the door only for the small little boy to pop out from his home. He nearly shut the door before Salt forced a foot in. The little kids were full of their personalities and grudges already and Salt was too stubborn to let a door be shut on her face.

“Payaso! I have something for you.”

When he was frustrated with her keeping the door open. He looked at the box in her hands to then slowly open the door. The cold was freezing him.

“I promise just take the box… I made I for you.”

Caesar looked around then behind him, speculating if anyone in his family was around before facing Salt. He took the box and sat down there at the entrance with a small thud on the hardwood floor before the box was then abruptly opened and revealed then a wooly wrap of a mess.

“... Huh?”

“Unfold and shift it around and you'll see.”

He then carefully caressed it flat and reworked it to be then given that it was actually a wool coat. A soft lovely wool coat with the front being stitched with his initials.

“Huh. What's this?”

“You said before I was the lucky one to have wool while you froze. I felt bad for smacking you and thought maybe this can replace your sucky-coat and be a good apology gift. You seemed to like soft things.”

“I hate the cold.” He spat.

“Yes but… This? Do you like it? I added your initials so everyone knows it's yours and only yours. Because, like my coat. It's mine and only mine.”

Caesar was a bit unsure how to respond then. The anger. It seemed now just turned into confusion.

“You remember what I said?”

“Yes. I just felt bad. Payaso. You're my only friend and I can't leave you with other nerds who think I'm weird. I have to know what you like!”

He turned his head to the coat before he threw it over head and slid the sleeves on. He felt instantly comfortable the first time he suited it on. Be it, a bit oversized but it felt right. He got onto his two legs.

“I guess you can still be my friend… But boys do not stink, not me. I'm the only one who doesn't stink.”

“You never smell. I was just saying that as a joke…”

“ Okay I see. Well I'm busy- my mother said dinner was going to be done soon. I'll put this away. The cost is very nice because it's not fake like the fur coat I had.”

“So are the plans back up?”

“Yes. The plans are up.”

“I'm so glad. I knew we wouldn't break our friendship over that.”

“... Yeah. Now seriously. Leave. I'm hungry.”

“Okay!”

Salt turned and hitched her way out from his vision. He closed the door behind her before he scooped up the box. The cost he wore was much warmer compared to the coat. The initials also were neat. Just like Salt did with everything she wore, now he had his own “Caesar” thing.

He would put the box into the trash and go to the kitchen to see where his mother was at making dinner.