#dont ask pfft

[mayugoo]

[cod-thoughts]

Price washes Niks hair. That's it pfft.

Theres more under the cut!!

cw: literally none this is sickeningly sweet

The bathroom was warm, steam clinging to the mirror and softening the edges of the small space. Price adjusted the shower-head, the gentle hiss of water filling the quiet. He tested the temperature with his fingers, warm but not scalding, before glancing down at Nik.

Nik sat on the floor, his back pressed against the cool porcelain of the tub. His injured arm was cradled in a sling, the tight bandages beneath his shirt peeking out at the edges. Price had straddled his thighs, his knees bracketing Nik’s hips as he leaned forward to work.

Nik shifted slightly, his good hand resting loosely on Price’s knee, his thumb absently brushing the soft fabric of Price’s sweatpants. His hair had become quite long now, reaching just above his shoulders, framing his face in loose , dark waves that caught faintly in the warm light overhead. Price could tell it was a tangled mess, he was determined to fix it.

“This alright?” Price asked as he folded a towel with deliberate care and tucked it behind Nik’s neck. The softness of the fabric was a small contrast to the firm edge of the tub.

Nik blinked up at him, his good hand flexing slightly in his lap, then looked away, a faint flush creeping up his neck. “Yes,” he muttered.

Price frowned, leaning in a little closer, his hands braced lightly on Nik’s chest for balance. “What’s that look for?”

“Nothing,” Nik said quickly, waving vaguely with his free hand. “Just… your fussing.”

Price snorted softly, the sound blending with the rhythmic drip of water into the tub, but he didn’t press. Instead, he adjusted his posture, settling into a more comfortable crouch. The warmth of his legs against Nik’s made the latter shift slightly, though his good hand didn’t leave Price’s knee.

“Right, let’s get this sorted,” Price said, reaching for the shower-head. “You’ve been wandering around all week with your hair looking like a bird’s nest, haven’t you? Can’t have that now that I’m back, can we?”

Nik chuckled, his voice low and rough, though his face was still turned slightly to the side. “Are you saying I look unkempt?”

“I’m saying you’ve been looking like you’ve been dragged backwards through a hedge, love,” Price replied, grinning as he tilted the shower-head. The water streamed in soft rivulets, soaking Nik’s hair. Price used his free hand to shield Nik’s face, his thumb brushing lightly along Nik’s temple.

Nik sighed as the warmth spread through his scalp, the tension in his shoulders beginning to ease. The water ran down the back of his neck, pooling slightly where Price had placed the towel earlier. “You are enjoying this.”

“Of course I am,” Price said, grabbing the bottle of shampoo. He flicked it open with a thumb, the faint citrusy scent filling the air as he squeezed some into his palm. “Get to run my hands through your hair, keep you quiet for a bit. What’s not to like?”

Nik huffed out a laugh but didn’t argue, his good hand pressing a little firmer against Price’s knee, his thumb moving in slow, absent circles. “It feels wrong, you doing this for me after the week you have had.”

“Not this again,” Price muttered, lathering the shampoo between his hands. The soapy foam felt slick between his fingers as he began working it through Nik’s soaked hair. His palms brushed the edges of Nik’s forehead, and his fingers combed through the longer strands with steady, deliberate care. “I told you, I want to do this. You’ve been walking around all week without washing it because of that bloody shoulder. Can’t say I’d let you try it one-handed, either, though I’m sure you’ve tried.”

Nik chuckled, his head tipping forward slightly as Price’s fingers moved through his hair. The gentle pressure on his scalp drew a quiet, involuntary hum from him before he could stop it.

“See? That’s the sound of a man being thoroughly pampered,” Price teased, his voice soft but smug.

Nik let out a low sigh, his eyes drifting shut as he leaned back slightly, his hand brushing up towards Price’s thigh, squeezing absent-mindedly at the muscles there. “No need to be so smug, Mishka.”

Price chuckled, his fingers continuing their slow, steady work. “Too late for that.”

Nik didn’t reply, though the corners of his mouth twitched in the faintest of smiles. His shoulders softened further under Price’s touch as the soothing rhythm of his hands worked away the last of the shampoo.

The warm water cascaded over Nik’s hair again as Price rinsed it clean, taking care to keep any stray suds from running into Nik’s face. By the time he reached for the conditioner, the faint tang of citrus had mellowed into a subtler freshness.

“How’s that shoulder feeling today?” Price asked, his voice quieter now.

Nik shifted slightly beneath him, the sling pressing against Price’s chest with the movement. “Better than yesterday.”

“Good,” Price murmured, smoothing the conditioner through the damp strands. His hands moved slower now, the pads of his fingers brushing lightly over the ends of Nik’s hair. “You’ll be back to giving me hell in no time.”

Nik cracked an eye open, his gaze warm despite his teasing tone. “Am I not giving you hell now?”

“You calling this hell?” Price smirked. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Nik grumbled something under his breath, low and indistinct, but the sound of it made Price grin anyway.

The conditioner rinsed away easily, leaving Nik’s hair softer than it had been in weeks. Price grabbed the towel he’d left nearby, unfolding it and gently patting the damp strands dry. Nik shifted slightly beneath him, pressing his good hand against Price’s thigh for balance as he raised his head back up slowly.

“Better?” Price asked, his voice quieter now.

Nik opened his eyes fully, his gaze unguarded as he looked at Price. “Better,” he said, the simple word carrying a weight that made Price pause.

“Good,” Price murmured, setting the towel aside. He cupped Nik’s face with one hand, his thumb brushing along his cheekbone as he leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. “You’re stuck with me, love, like a tick.”

Nik sighed, but his lips quirked upwards in a faint smile. “How romantic.”

“Swept you off your feet, have I?” Price replied, his grin widening.

Nik huffed softly, the sound somewhere between a laugh and a sigh, and let his head tip forward until it rested briefly against Price’s chest, uncaring that it would leave a wet spot on Price’s shirt. He didn’t speak, but the way his good hand slid up to wrap around Price’s waist said enough.

The bathroom was quiet for a moment, save for the soft drip of water from the shower-head and the occasional rustle of fabric as Price’s thumb traced slow, absent circles at the nape of Nik’s neck. The tension there had eased under his touch, and the steady rhythm seemed to lull Nik into a state of quiet contentment.

He pressed a soft kiss against Nik’s dark hair, his hand brushing back a strand that had fallen into Nik’s face. “Alright,” he murmured, his voice low and warm. “Let’s get you on your feet.”

Nik didn’t move immediately, his head remaining against Price’s chest for just a second longer before he sighed and leaned back. Price shifted carefully, adjusting his knees so he didn’t jostle Nik’s injured arm. He reached down, his hands firm but gentle as he clasped Nik’s good hand and slid his other arm around his back for support.

“Take your time,” Price said quietly, his voice soothing as he braced Nik. He rose slowly, steadying Nik as he did, their movements unhurried. Nik’s grip tightened briefly on Price’s forearm, his balance a little off, but Price held him steady, his free hand brushing over Nik’s lower back in reassurance.

“You alright?” Price asked, his blue eyes scanning Nik’s face, searching for any sign of discomfort.

Nik nodded, though his weight shifted subtly into Price’s hold. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice a little rough.

“Good,” Price said, guiding him toward the door with an arm looped lightly around his waist now. He paused just long enough to grab an extra dry towel, draping it gently around Nik’s shoulders and patting at the damp strands of his hair once more.

“You spoil me,” Nik said, his voice light but his gaze holding a quiet sincerity.

“And you deserve every bit of it,” Price replied, his tone matching Nik’s as he gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Now, let’s get you sorted before your hair dries funny.”

Nik laughed, low and rich, the sound wrapping around Price like a warm blanket. For a moment, Price forgot about the long week he’d had, the mission that had worn him thin, and the worry of leaving Nik to fend for himself. All that mattered was the man standing before him, safe and cared for.

And that was more than enough.

[intotheelliwoods]

Hey so I guess we’re on the same team now lol 👋👋

Bean gang bean gang bean gang!!!!

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

nosferatu (1922) screencap // banks - meddle in the mold // inside no 9 - the stakeout (s05 e06) screencaps // me - the living embodiment of the trope (art detail) // the stakeout commentary // ravenous (1999) screencap

[ramlightly]

just finished reading temptations after buying on itch and oh my godddddd that was so good. really love getting to see how Father Basil and Dandelion met, so funny (and hot!!!) watching him get immediately get in way over his head 🥰

also way less important but jsyk the title for the epub shows up as draft 5 in my reader

Guuuh, there are some annoying problems with the epub that I didn't have time to get to. I use Affinity Publisher to put together the book but it doesn't have an epub export option, but since I always get asked for a epub version so I tried to use the google doc method. I'm going to be away from the computer for the next week or so but once I'm back I'm going to put together a cleaner version.

Otherwise, thank you so much! And lol, yeah, turns out? Hell is scary! Especially for someone like Basil who is scared of sex! Who knew!

[icantcomeupwithausernametbh]

I gave you Jason Angry Man Todd, and Tim Needs A Haircut And Therapy Drake, now I present: Dick The Actual "Angry Robin" Grayson. It's lowkey ugly ik shush. More Dick drawings are in progress.

Would not wanna meet him pissed off in a tunnel,, alone. Actually no I definitely would, I'm into that.

[sketchehm]

I’ve seen people saying shadoune and conter and other mafia members don’t like dream and only support George/sapnap and ik you Watch them so could you confirm or deny this 😭

I have not seen anything like that at all?? Tbh I only watch Serpias and anytime Dream is brought up its always when they're joking around and its always in a positive light. So if the others said something explicitly about not liking Dream, it wasn't during Serpias' streams pft

[intcritus]

(Do you remember when you liked a permanent interaction call? I'm here to deliver Aventurine to March, and I apologize for him, Ambie! He lives to unnerve a tiny bit) "Mm? Oh, I bet I could guess what’s under all those layers of yours. No, not like that— I mean what’s under the bravado, and all the chirpy little smiles. But if you want me to guess the other thing, I’d be happy to oblige."

     March isn’t quite sure how she feels about Aventurine – indifferent doesn’t feel like the right word and pity seems too harsh. He’s seemingly obvious with his intentions and yet, she isn’t quite in the mood for whatever he’s implying. There's a lot beneath said bravado and her smile dims, the skin around her eyes tightening.

Truth is, she’s come far from the restart of her journey and it’s worrying to think of someone seeing past that. Mr. Yang is an exception but not this guy ! Propping her hands upon her hips, eyes narrow at him, heart picking up a swift beat, she meets his gaze, ❝ ━ Luck might be on your side, but you’re bluffing. You don’t know anything about me,  ❞ She chirps, brightening her expression because facade or not, March is sure about that. What he might have dredged up is none of her business, well it might be but just because she wasn’t sure of her past doesn’t mean she wants anyone prying into it.

If the Memokeepers pressured her to leave it alone, then she isn’t about to let some IPC agent ( another pest at this point ) unnerve her by asking about something that is a true sore spot for her. ❝ ━ Sometimes its best to stop talking, it’s something I have to tell the Trailblazer whenever they run their mouth too much, isn’t that so silly ? Take a pointer, hm ? ❞

nope, he can chew on stale cake. | @iniziare

[suffarustuffaru]

Have you read one fanfic on AO3 titled Re:Incarnated? One of the most interesting and new aspects of this story for me was Subaru being reborn as a half-elf by Satella. I bet no one has ever thought and acted on that idea before, but there are some questions that bother me, for example, in the canon series there are moments where Subaru relies on Earth's modern technology and knowledge to solve difficult problems, Subaru becomes a half-elf in the world of Rezero and that means that he forgets about his previous life on Earth in Japan, and then when faced with the same dilemma How should Subaru solve it? But I feel these questions should go wait for the original author's update to get answered.

I have to say that fic opened a new door for my inspiration, and I also started to think about creating my own Subaru's elf or half-elf AU, and even imagined a crossover with Lord of the Rings (after all, there's a ton of Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter crossover fics on AO3 and fanfiction) Like one day Subaru is for whatever reason transported to Middle-earth by Satella accidentally and experienced something there, and then how he was found and adopted by the elves of Middle-earth, I think it would be very interesting how the elves of Middle-earth were surprised to find out that elves existed in the Otherworld, Subaru looks similar to them but differs in a few places,and then how Subaru got along with the elves of Middle-earth, and how he explored his own existence and self-worth,how would it be different than the canon series (My half-elf Subaru's character isn't too far off from the canon) Sorry I'm getting a bit carried away, I'm an incorrigible and extreme fan of crossover tropes, I hope you don't mind too much!

yoo sorry i took so long to reply to this ask but please know im delighted to see any asks in my inbox and pfft its interesting hearing about what people are thinking + what they find interesting themselves!!!

as for re:incarnated - i read a chapter or two AGES ago, so i really dont remember much of the fic sadly T^T but ill consider possibly going back to it and reading through it!!! i have a very long to read list though so ill see pfft. and yeah i think that fic was def like. one of if not the first fic to have like half elf subaru as an idea be explored and it also shows a Different method of the isekai trope (being reincarnated!!!) which is fun i think!! plus like. putting "re:" in fic titles is EXTREMELY extremely common in this fandom which i suppose makes sense given. the source material is called rezero. granted most of the time (this is just my opinion btw and i mean no harm by it HAH), to me a lot of fics with "re:" in the title dont justify why the "re:" is actually there. "Re:Incarnated" though is an EXTREMELY good use of the "re" imo. i love the pun <3

yeah as for the fic material itself - i do think its interesting to like change small bits of characters. not in the sense that youre changing like the Core of who they are but i Like seeing experimentations with characters to see like small differences. which is why i love aus (such as the literal canon aus we get in the form of the What Ifs and such!!). if that makes sense. that probably makes more sense in my head HAH anyway!! i always feel like changing a characters backstory is SO HARD to pull off without completely changing a character bc it shapes them a lot. but half elf subaru is definitely an idea that can be done in an interesting way imo and im curious to see how re:incarnated handled that. i know ive considered like emisuba roleswaps myself where emilia was isekaied from earth and subarus a half elf which was kind of like re:incarnated but also not like re:incarnated bc subaru had a similar backstory still but now with a fantasy world background (and vice versa for emilia) aljdfdlsjf. but yeah like i like seeing people experiment with these characters and make fun aus!!! and for me personally its hard for me to find ones i like in this fandom + this fandom doesnt do all the usual fic-isms (like there is next to zero soulmate aus for example HAH) so. interesting i suppose!!

as for your own half elf subaru au - im delighted that you were inspired by re:incarnated and are having fun with your own au as well!! :D while i basically know next to nothing about lord of the rings, your idea definitely sounds interesting, though i dont usually read crossovers that arent fusion aus - but i REALLY love the idea of like two different elf species from two different worlds going ??? at each other HAH thats fun stuff!! and i definitely like when despite all the AU things going on, characters like subaru arent too far off from canon in all the big important ways (ie his whole personality) bc for me, its like - theres a reason why we love these characters and i love trying to capture the heart of who they are even with au things, you know? :o but hah yeah ive made my own crossovers though in private (not to post, just for fun pfft) and i hope you keep having fun about your own half elf subaru au bc it sounds very neat <3 ty for sharing anon!! :D

[sollucets]

TRICK OR TREAT ✪ ω ✪

love the gif usage jay. perfect, correct, blessed

from fic writers halloween ask game

have a little bit of pda ray, the wip i absolutely should not be working on until later in november but have been sometimes anyway because. its just nice. just fun

"...Sand doesn’t always pull his weight, but he can be cute sometimes too.” 

Sand pinches Ray’s side through his sweater, nearly unbalancing them both when Ray shrieks and starts to flail off his lap. “Who’s what now?” he mumbles, bracing himself with his other arm still secure around Ray’s waist. 

“You,” Ray says once they’re stable, sounding very proud of himself. “You’re a cutie.” 

“You weren’t like this with me,” Mew says, laughing a little. Then he seems to realize what he’s just said, eyes going wide and laughter cutting off. “I mean—” 

“No,” Ray interrupts, sounding thoughtful. “I guess not, huh?” 

Sand’s arm around Ray’s waist squeezes a little tighter, and he presses his lips shut. If Mew weren’t here, he’d say something about— being special, maybe— but Mew is here, which is why he has to fight the urge so hard. He can feel the corners of his mouth lifting despite himself, though. 

“Should I be offended?” asks Mew carefully, eyeing Ray and Sand for their reactions. It seems like he’s trying to joke but doesn’t know where the line is, and Sand’s no help. He knows he’s still too tender about it, something in him bruised in Yo’s bar that night. 

Ray must, though. He laughs, a light thing, and says, “I won’t be mad if you want to be jealous of us.” With that, he turns and kisses Sand’s cheek again, sniffing loud into his ear. It tickles, Sand’s face scrunching up. “Maybe you owe me a little.” 

Mew rolls his eyes, but it doesn’t look actually upset despite the way they’re casually joking about their fucked-up little relationship. Their boundaries are beyond Sand.

[lifemod17]

Hello sunshine! Hope you're having a lovely timezone! How about 29 and 30 for the identity asks? 🌄

happy timezones sweet Reina!! thank you for the questions 🥰🥰

29: three songs that you connect with right now?

Take Aim by Sleep Token

Linger by The Cranberries

Lover by Matt Walden

she's ✨going through it✨

30: pick one of your favorite quotes

"Just show up." - Sebastien R. Teller

[laymedowntorest]

TRICK

Tricking you into loving yourself and saying something nice about yourself today GOT U

Sorry bud but I could never be able to love myself 😔 gonna have to Uno reverse ye

(Thank ye though and I hope your Halloween went well 🎃)

[bubblellop]

GUYYS GUYS WRAPPED PLAYLIST OUT RN !! TIME FOR ANOTHER YEAR OF THIS WOOOOOOO

Send me an ask with a number from 1 to 100 and ill make an art piece out of the song in that spot

[yet-another-heathen]

For my beloved henry: 12, 27, 38, and..3 (go to bed and nEVER WAKE UP HAHA)

And for Naddylicious: 18, 32, and B!

Oh boy. Putting this bad boy under a cut because it's a long one! Thank you Nemi <33

Henry:

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

Most nights, Henry spends about an hour before bed bundled up and reading. He almost always ends up reading a little longer than he intended to, fighting off the heavy eyes until he finally has to put the book down before he drops it.

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach? 

Oh, this one is a very familiar frustration for him—the scar tissue around his arm acts up sometimes and will get insanely itchy, but because the nerves have been so heavily rewired it can be nearly impossible to figure out WHERE the scratch is coming from. Imagine if you got a mosquito bite but no matter how much you ran your hand over your skin, you can only find a spot CLOSE to where the bite actually is. And most of the places you end up trying to itch are on scar tissue, which itself feels awful to scratch at. It's endlessly frustrating. Henry will try to ignore them for a while, but he usually just gets shifty and then irritable and then finally has to go off to a bathroom somewhere to spend ten minutes searching for them.

More mundane itches, he'll just excuse himself to go handle.

What causes them to feel dread? 

😈 Electricity. The sound of it crackling, the sight of sparks arcing through air. It gives him a very tangible kind of dread because he knows that if he gets shocked, it could very well stop his heart. And even if it doesn't kill him outright, a good shock means going to make sure that his ICD is still functional. And if not, that means yet another heart surgery in order to replace it.

Dogs are another one. Less dread and more 'you're gonna get to see him climb onto a table to get away from your Pomeranian' kind of antics.

What memory do they revisit the most often? 

You know, this is a really really hard one for me to answer. Henry spends so much of his time planning for the future, and very rarely goes about living in the past. Unless it's something he's still carrying a lot of guilt over. And of those, you pretty much have your pick—most of the time it's over the kind of mistake that you can only see the other choices for in hindsight. How you'd wish you'd been more careful, that you'd known to ask, that you'd waited just one day more. The ones that really haunt him are the ones that got other people hurt. And unfortunately, of those he has quite a selection.

Nadi:

What embarrasses them?

Nudity. And unfortunately for Nadi, his definition of the word is MUCH different than the ifrits'. To him and his people, a grown man having his hair exposed to people other than family is horribly indecent. Having his face exposed to strangers before they've become acquainted is the same. And having any more of his body exposed than just his hands and feet?? It's so unthinkably humiliating that to be in as little clothing as the ifrit wear would make Nadeem want to curl up into a little ball and cry. He has no idea how the ifrit just. Do that. And he's so badly hoping they won't make him join them.

[Here's the fun part of having Nadi as a narrator though: this boy doesn't realize that to the rest of the world, he's the one who is such a traditionalist and prude that it borders on comedy. They entertain it because they think it's cute.]

Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? 

Not a specific joke, but he does have some pretty signature stories when he's around younger kids. Nadi earned himself a reputation around his village for being able to entertain all the children with his storytelling. It got to the point where parents who wanted to socialize during holidays knew exactly where to go leave their little ones; circled around a fire where Nadeem was already painting tales of travellers and magic. And the kids loved it because if they begged enough, then near the end of the night they could always talk him into one (1) scary story. And at those? Nadeem absolutely excelled. Sometimes it would be stories he adapted from real jinn encounters—a lot less bloody and terrifying than real life tales, but taking from the things that made them so unnerving. And he'd watch for when the kids were all holding their breaths in terror, then give a little jump scare. And then end the story on something silly, once the chorus of delighted screaming was over.

And for Nadi's final question, I've already got the answer for you here!

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

oh lord... i've done it lol... i'm going to tit lol

[rainachaeri]

Listening to Part of Your World from The Little Mermaid and I keep thinking of Athena as deity, Emotionally numbed and yet still longing to join the mortal world

Oooh I LOVE Ariel (and the fact that her mom's name is Athena is pretty cool too)

And they are pretty similar in that regard huh? Except Ariel wanted to learn about humans, while Athena wants to relearn the whole earth itself.

There's also the fact that King Triton didn't really want Ariel to keep going to the surface, while Athena could pretty much do what she wants. Kinda.

You know what? If they could, I think Athena's fellow deities would want to experience a taste of mortality too. They'd be just as happy as Athena if they come to an earth and take a mortal form, and the only difference would be what they'd desire to do there.

Athena is driven by the desire to satiate her curiosity; I wonder what the others' desire would be?