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lazorbeanz · 8 months ago

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Sonamy Headcanons because I’m deprived and extremely delulu 🙃

🩷 Sonic has like- telepathic senses that tell him whenever Amy is in potential danger

“My Amy Senses are tingling..” 🤣

if you’ve watched Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse, you’ll get it lololol

💙 Sonamy road trips roles

Amy: driver, trip organiser, checklists checklist checklists, “DONT EAT THOSE THEY’RE FOR THE TRIP!!”, carpool karaoke *whips out her inner Ariana Grande*, “eughhh Sonic did you fart?!”

Sonic: passenger princess, DJ, snacc provider (and eater), sleeping beauty, “couldn’t we just use my speed to get there?”, argues with the GPS because he knows a faster route (one not requiring the road)

🩷 Sonic and Amy playing table tennis:

Amy: sonic, serve

Sonic: *💁‍♂️🕺*

Amy: no- serve the BALL xD

💙 Person: “are you two dating?”

Sonic and Amy: *while holding hands* “no”

🩷 Though he doesn’t admit it, Sonic also loves his quills massaged. Sometimes when Sonic and Amy are chilling under a tree together, and he ends up dozing off, Amy will rest his head on her lap and stroke her hand through his quills, resulting in a few faint purrs from the hedgehog, which she secretly gushes over about

💙 They could be arguing for 5 minutes straight and after be like:

“I LOVE YOUUUU!!” >:O

“I LOVE YOU TOOOOOO!!!!” >:O

🩷 Amy finds shopping twice as fun with Sonic because he will just sit her in the shopping cart, as they zip up and down the aisles whilst grabbing the items on the list…getting it all done in 2 minutes tops. They call it the Operation: S^2 (Speed Shopping)

💙 Sonic and Amy could already be years into marriage but will still do or say things that’ll make the other flustered, like the times when they were dating.

🩷 Amy knows that if Sonic is being really flirty with her, he usually wants something.

💙 If Sonic and Amy are both sick one day, they will tell off each other, insisting they should be at home resting.

It results in both of them at Amy’s house, snuggled up on the couch binging movies.

🩷 As much as Amy likes sharing the goss with rouge and the girls, there’s nothing like sharing it with her bf because he goes all “omg gurl no wayyy! 💅” or he starts spilling his own tea with her lmao “omg bestie you won’t believe who I saw the other day…”

💙 Sonic plans secret meet ups with Cream, who teaches him how to make her signature flower crowns…he hopes to master it so he can make Amy one, one day…

🩷 (this following hc was an idea from a comic I believe..don’t know who made it but if u do pls let me know for credit purposes ig kajsjwidj)

Amy knows how Sonic can sometimes struggle to speak his feelings and is often an action over words type of guy. So she came up with this thing that anytime Sonic wants to tell Amy he loves her, without verbally saying it, all he needs to do is squeeze her hand 3 times; I. Love. you.

💙 When Amy told Sonic she wanted to go dancing with him, she didn’t expect it to be just dance…anyways she had tons of fun!

🩷 If they have sleepovers, it’s a tradition that they wear matching onesies (guys comment what they should be hehe)

💙 Amy uses Sonic as the makeup tester. He ends up looking ready for the circus afterwards but he honestly doesn’t mind this because he gets tons of kissies when she’s trying out the lipsticks

🩷 Walks along the beach are nice and romantic until Sonic decides to be a lil shh and kick sand in Amy’s shoes *cue her dragging her naughty bf towards the ocean*

💙 Amy’s a sucker for old school romance; love letters, flowers, fancy dates…and Sonic knows this. (Well EVERYONE does actually…) So one day, despite how inexperienced he is in the whole romance department, sets aside time to work on writing a letter, buying flowers and arranging somewhere nice to take Amy out for her to fulfil her romance fantasies. She’ll even get to dress up for this occasion

🩷 Sonic helping out Amy in the kitchen be like:

“A-Amy…I burnt the water…”

“Sonic how TF did you BURN the water?!”

“I DONT KNO-”

💙 Amy is having a downer and is very clingy…so here is Sonic running his gf’s errands, with his gf clinging onto him. People will see this unusual phenomenon and he just gives them all the stare…nothing to see here! I mean it ain’t the first time he’s had to cart a pink hedgehog round the place

🩷 For the longest time, Amy has had a box sitting aside in her closet, containing a new special swim shirt, arm floaties, and a swimming kickboard, for when Sonic decides to finally learn how to swim. She can’t see the day any of the contents will be used but she could only hope.

💙 Sonic keeps an umbrella on standby for future “need to share an umbrella” emergencies

🩷 In the winter, they’re practically inseparable, using each other desperately to warm up. Because of this Tails had to design them jackets with instant heating, but they still end up back together even though they aren’t freezing anymore

#yep still normal about them guys mhm #I swear if someone draws out one of these hcs I might die #I love them so much ajsjwjaidjsjdh #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #amy rose #sonamy #sonic x Amy #sonic and Amy #sonamy headcanons #sonamy brainrot

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azureforreal · 7 months ago

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Can you give us some facts about Splendid and Splendon't?

Didn't expect someone to be interested on them, all right

Do you enjoy reading? Cuz there will be a lot of that, had to draw some things tho QHAUAHUAHUAHAU

Get ready cuz this is a rideeeeeee

First I need to explain their relationship from the very beginning

Its a big

"I did what I thought was the best for you"

(AND ITS BOTH SIDES)

Growing up Splendid ended being that child who does everything, "the jack of all trades" kid, or being called "the gifted kid". He basically did things using recognition and praise as fuel until hie ended up crashing with a big burnout and a lot of high expectations on his back. Its to a point were he was being taken for granted, "Of course he would do that, he's Splendid after all"

In the end he noticed he had never lived for himself, it was always for the wishes of others.

And he wanted to protect his brother from that. He wanted him to have his own life, free from the gaze of others.

So he decided to take everything to himself so his brother wouldn't face the pressure or constant glares, of course, it came with the price of him growing distant from his brother for being way too busy.

But for Splendont, it ended with him becoming the child who was aways being compared, the "not good enough" one. So he just accepted that becoming his bitter self, becoming the opposite of his brother and not giving a fuck about what others think.

Then the war came and Splendid wanted to enlist with the intention of freeing himself from the weight of expectations for a while and trying to have some time to himself, perhaps follow his dreams of escapism that he had while reading comics.

And to his surprise, his brother wanted to enlist too. Splendid was against it but when Splendont set his mind or something, its too late.

Fast forward to after the war, it still a difficult relationship for both of them

Its not something they can just shake hands and be happy go lucky best brothers, there was a lot of negligence and postponing things for later until it was too late.

And they are too prideful to settle things down first or ask for help, in that aspect, you can see how much they are alike

NOW LETS GO BACK TO SILLY STUFF

Splendid is the oldest twin just by a few minutes

They live in the same house and this makes a scene in chapter 3 hilarious, Splendid knew exactly were his brother went after leaving him alone in the street "Bro, I literally live with you"

They have nicknames, Splendid can be called as Did and Splendont can be called as Don (yeah, without the "t" because the amount of puns it was possible doing with it made him soooooo mad XD)

Splendid had a wish of becoming a photographer, the idea of freezing memories eternally console him from his reality, but OH BOI, do we have some news for him

Splendont doesn't like wearing the hat from his uniform, the first chance he gets, he's taking it off, Splendid its not a fan of it too, but he tries to hide it and show he follows the rules.

They do dumb competitions against each other (Splendid wont admit it out loud but he's extremely competitive), like getting to the end of a corridor first, getting in the line first etc

Sometimes they will team up to piss off Flippy, they have many inside jokes about acting like is the end of the world every time Flippy shows any respect

They would look like this in human form. As they are twins, Splendont is basically a red Splendid if he didn't tie his hair, and yes, they have an ahoge, NOBODY IS STOPPING MEEEEEEEEEEEE

They are conventionally handsome while Flippy is that one analogue horror looking friend, so you can imagine what the three look like together (Flaky has shoujo filters in her eyes, she grew up with him)

Splendid has a bad vision when it comes to reading things up close. He sees it as a weakness someone could use against him, so he tries to hide it, sometimes he forgets his glasses at home

but somebody dont.

Then he proceeds to throw a chair at him

"NOW you can see it coming" XDDDDDDD

As much as Did tries his best to keeps things civilized, sometimes he has a huge family drama fight at work with his brother while Flippy is in the background asking himself "Could I use this as blackmail?" QHAUHUHAUAHUAHUAHUAHAHA

But why Splendont decided to join the army in the first place? I leave that interpretation to you, what do you think it was? kekekekeke

#happy tree friends #htf #post war au #splendid htf #htf splendont #digital drawing #digital art #I have this joke were if everybody went to therapy there would be no plot and everything would be solved #Splendont is foolish in his actions not in his objectives

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shygirl4991 · 9 months ago

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For the love of Dasani

so the discord im in we all saw the ep and got really silly about it Spoilers

since SMG4 got the water bottle body pillow i decide wouldn't it be funny to do a fic on SMGsani/ Dasani4 so enjoy this curse xD (Shay shouldnt write fics half asleep)

Four was never one for romance, after all he needed to focus on his channel one slip up and it was all over for him. He sighs feeling blocked on what to make, getting up he decides to head over to SMG3 coffee n bombs to get some coffee. Usually drinking coffee at his ex rival’s place gets his mind straight. He walks in the cafe and gives a wave to Three, given how Four basically lives in the cafe Three already knew what drink to get for him. Four takes a seat waiting for his drink when he notices someone walk in the doors. He blushes as he sees a handsome Disani bottle walk into the cafe, the bottle walks up to the counter giving their order to Three. Once the bottle sits down Four gets up and dashes to Three “Heeey buddy, pal, chum, amigo!” Three blinks staring at the man “What do you want?” SMG4 gets close to Three and whispers “Who is the tall glass of water?”

Three’s eyes move to the Dasani bottle then back to Four “You mean Disani, they came into town recently. Wait…why do you want to know about Dasani?” he squints at his partner making the man break into a sweat. Giving Three an awkward smile he tries to get suspicion off him “I just know everyone here was surprised!” Three rolled his eyes and waves him off “I dont care just take your drink and if you want to make out with some strange fucking bottle be my guest.” he shoves the coffee into fours hand then pushes him away from the counter. Letting out a shaky breath he walks up to the bottle and smiles “Hey uh i'm SMG4 and you?” Three watches in the background shaking his head. The bottle turns making splash sounds, Four’s face goes red in awe for how attractive this water bottle was. He points to the chair and smiles “Mind if I take this seat?” the bottle splashes letting him know it was fine. Four sits down and keeps talking with the bottle, he couldn't help giggling at every joke the bottle told. Seeing how good things were Three decides to help by giving them dessert “On the house for the couple,” he leans close to four “dont fuck it up.” He nods watching Three leave, they both eat the cake getting close with the bottle. Dasani then stands up splashing to let Four know they had to go, Four frowns but then gives a soft smile at the bottle “It was nice knowing you!” the bottle turns surprising Four with a soft kiss on the lips before leaving the cafe. Three chuckles smacking Fours back “Damn you did it, never thought a loser like you could get Dasani attention. Won't last long, I'm sure a loser like you will chase them away!” SMG4 glares at three before they both go into their usual agreement they do these days to show affection.

#smg4 #shygirl4991 #joke fic #water bottle #Dasani #i need sleep #why i do this lol #no regrets

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worstdisastermaster · 9 days ago

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Okay so. I want to write and write and write and I need to get a feel on which ones yall want me to update bc I love all of my fics too much or else I wouldn't be writing them XDXDXD

So I need yalls help, pretty pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee

(and if u just so happen to know me from a fic for a dif fandom please lemme know which one u want me to update lol I'm generally more focused on TOA so idk when I'll update those without prompting XDXDXD)

And if u want to see me write something I talked about, or continue something I decided was completed, or just have a request? I make absolutely no promises but I would very much appreciate any and all suggestions :3 (exempting. Like. Smut. Never going to happen, sorry :P)

ALSO IT WONT LET ME PUT ALL MY FICS HERE IM MAKING ANOTHER POLL

Li'l guide bc I don't expect yall to recall which fic is what asked on the title bc goodness knows I dont:

If You Think This is All There is (Look Deeper Inside) = this is the mortal au, featuring amnesiac Apollo, crime gangs, AOD as a actual character, and a lot more I haven't written yet lol

Give Me a Mouth So I May Howl (Songs I Cannot Sing) = the one where Apollo gets kidnapped mid-trials by Caligula and gets to be tortured uwu

Noise Creates Illusions ~ (Silence Brings Truth) = this is the fic where Zeus made Lester mute, which is naturally extremely distressing for apollo uwu

True Love is Taking Turns Lying (and Believing) = this is the one focusing on apollos relationships- particularly with his twin- post trials

There Are Lessons in Life No One Should Have to Learn (Trust is Now Something I Make People Earn) = basically an interpretation of Apollos 2nd time as a slave to a mortal- Admetus. It's very gay XD

Used to Hang My Head Low ~ Now I Hear it Loud (We Gon' Burn The Whole House Down) = the nature spirits get the chance to lead a revolution, lead by those who are tired of the centuries of oppression and abuse and/or don't like how Zeus treats Apollo :3

You Learned to Fall (And Balance on Your Ow n Two Feet) = basically, au of what happens after baby apollo kills python the first time- because this time, gaea gets to throw him in tartarus, just like she wanted ;3

I Will Look For You as The Sun Rises Higher (When the Dry Bones Dance With the Timbrel and Lyre) = mortal au where Apollo, Artemis, Meg, lityerses, Jason, and more you haven't met yet uwu, all fall from a suspicious forest in the mundane world into another one- a world full of magic and power, where the most powerful people are called, "the olympians"

But Still the Bait Hanging From the String is Calling My Name- And Like the Wind it Slips Again Out of My Fingers = the obligatory wingfic au, but made angsty for my beloved Lester <3<3<3

'Cause I've Seen the Day's Fading Begin~ The Gradient Wake of the Sun that Spins Around Again (It'll Burn that Old Wheel Down in the End) = Apollo has godly children who, like his mortal offspring, were disturbed by his silence. This leads to a rescue before Zeus can cast Apollo to earth- and unfortunately, Apollos memory isn't the greatest. On the bright side, this sweet old lesbian couple taking care of him are very kind!

When the Wool is Off Your Eyes, You'll Stop Counting Sheep at Night (Cause You'll Eat Your Fill of Them During the Daytime) = Apollo kills python at the end of toa, but that's not the end of things, surprisingly enough. Why? Python blinds him.

There's Blood in the Water- the Quiet Are Restless, the Silent are Still (My Enemies Crawl, We're Alone With The Kill) = one of my. Uh. Darkest. Haha. Basically, it began from the idea that troilus, a child of Apollo from the myths, came back when the doors of death opened, bc in tbe myths his murderer and, sometimes in the myths and a major part of the fic his rapist isAchilles. Who went to Elysium. Where troilus, an actual Child who never hurt anyone would have gone. Then I decided that was too lighthearted, and brought back Achilles while I was at it :D

It's a Shiny, Brand New Way (To Lose Your Reality) = arguably my crackiest fic. Apollo falls into chaos, but he doesn't fall alone: python fell with him, and they end up trapped in a form that's a crude mix of them, TOGETHER. Now they have to get along long enough to escape the freaky place that is Chaos... in a fic that will progressively grow more and more eldritch as they get deeper....

#apollo #trials of apollo #ramblings with regina #my wips #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #meg mccaffrey

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roxiezsxx · 7 months ago

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~ hopeless devotion ~

Y/n is DreamXD's hopelessly devoted follower

Y/n was well known around the SMP for their loyalty towards the main God, DreamXD. If not in their house, they were in the temple, praying towards the Deity whether it be for prosperous wealth or a long lasting harvest they were there. Now DreamXD knew exactly who they were and to say the least he was interested with them whether it be infatuation or just a natural curiosity that he had always had towards humans, he himself was unsure and yet- he always made sure your prayers never went unanswered. To Foolish it had began to become bothersome as he was never around to help him in times of crisis and need, he was always beside you, was he happy his brother was off his back, well of course! but he needed help running the SMP. Foolish had nothing against you at all. "Again, Dream? let the mortal live in peace!" Foolish snapped. He had become overtly angry within the last few days, frustration boiling through his teeth and falling out into words. Hoping DreamXD could understand his current dilemma. "Im sorry Foolish, but arent they just captivating! look at them- isnt it just wonderful of mortals can have so little and still feel blessed?"

He smiled softly at your figure which was tending to your small chicken farm- your voice could soothe him to sleep if you talked for all eternity. He found you extravagant no not extravagant, calming and gentle. You treat no other animals different than you treated others. "And how could I stay away? look at them- they're angelic." His voice softened as he spoke of you, never letting you out of his sight. He sighed gently. "What next, your gonna betroth them to you?" DreamXD perked up at Foolishes comment, however foolishes face arose in fear "Oh no! no, no no! we cant be with mortals XD, you know that better than ANYONE else."

XD looked away anger chipping away at him "Dont you dare speak of her, you know she was our mother." Foolish scoffed, rolling his eyes as he walked out of the room of which DreamXD was watching you in, sick of it already. "You never listen XD. And one day you shall regret." He spat, the hatred and resentment towards him seeping into his words and body language. With that he left the room- slamming the door behind him a loud thud. "Useless. I don't need you," XD snarled, gripping the gold embezzlements upon the throne of which he sat upon. He pondered for a moment of what he should do, he held his chin within his right hand, soon enough he got an idea. "I shall just visit them, and court them to show him wrong, yes that shall do!" Soon enough the man teleported down to you- well not exactly on you, but near you, near enough so he could see you but you couldn't see him. He wearily walked closer towards you- his soft white wings dragging on the floor beneath him, he let out a cough to signal someone was there not sure on how to start the conversation. Y/N turned around, not fully looking up at him. "Yes, how may I help you-" Y/N'S voice was cut off as they stared at XD in utter shock and disbelief- immediately they fell to their knees and began to pray to him, an awkward yet smug smile. "Come now my follower, no such actions are needed." He spoke, his voice softening- he held his hand out for Y/N to take it . And they did their eyes sparkling in disbelief as they looked at him- he was much taller than them he appeared to be ten foot? maybe more? they were unsure and yet they stared at him with such hope. "My lord, may I ask why are you here?" Y/N inquired curious as to why DreamXD was stood infront of them, holding them with such care as if they were a porcelain doll that had withered with age and was close to shattering. XD did not have an answer to that, he stared down at them unsure of what to say- he tried speaking and yet nothing elicited from his mouth so he just stood in silence hoping you would too. He knows exactly what he came here for but it does not sound the best, he cannot just say "Oh my devoted follower i am here to ask you hand in marriage" he has only just met them. And yet he feels like they have met before like they were destined and designed for the other. -------------------------------------------- Foolish stared down at the interaction, nothing but disdain and disgust was painted upon his face. It would be different if it were him. he knew that because it was once him- once XD found out he forbade him from seeing him. His sam, it was not fair how when it came to DreamXD second standards were held up. "I shall make your life a living hell XD."

Word count-839 time spent on this- 3 hours HI GUYS AUTHOR HERE, I WOULD LIKE TO SAY I AM WORKING ON HATRED PT.2 I JUST HAVE WRITERS BLOCK SO IM TRYING TO HELP THAT WITH THIS!! :^ CROSSPOSTED ON AO3

#Dream #dreamxd #dreamsmp #dream smp #Dream x reader #dreamxd x reader #dream imagines #dream fanfic #dream fanfictions #dreamsmp x reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp x y/n #dsmp x you #dsmp imagine #dream smp imagines

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obsidianpen · 6 months ago

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ello ello ello!

been re-reading ng for so many times that im going insaine HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

-so! my nerdy side decided to write some things for now ?also I noticed the lack of comments on most posts? I would reallllly like for nerdy side of tumbler to join me on this journey :)

drum roles please may I present:

overanalysing everything in ng till I die or it ends (hopefully the former happens first cuz I cant imagin it ending)

spoilers and all that but I mean does anyone have chapters left? good for em ig lol

NUMBER 1: Harry's sudden ability to sense magic

we are first introduced to it when V blinds harry, after showing him the stars and the sky (im pretty sure V is a astrophile at this point) and harry feels Narcissa’s magic ‘’…felt…indigo, It was a subtle shift, a gentle one. apprehensive and…concerned. ‘’

and so it begins! harry is able to sesnse no only magic from there but recognize emotions through it as well. And his newfound ability is something omnipresent that helps both us-the reader- and harry himself to understand more.

let the quastions begin:

1-when did this magic lens come to be?

At first I though it was becuse of the new eyes V gives him and was something intended, but NO! story tells us that the blindness was a temporary result of the red eyes. basied on Narcissa’s comment on harry’s eyes. ‘’…they were just like your mother’s ’’ his eyes were indeed red, even while he was blind. (we also saw it from Vs eyes)

however…did his eyes transform to red the secend he was blinded? or did this happen -inbetwen/the same time- as one of the gifts ? As Narcissa’s first reaction to harry opening his eyes seemed like an over reaction to me if his eyes weren’t bloodied, and only difference was a red iris instead of a green one?

but but but ! while it came to be the same time as the whole blind era, that dosent seem to be the only factor here since its quite obvious that Lord Voldemort himself doesn’t have that power… 2- so if its somehow related to the eyes, why tf doesnt Voldemort have that power??? while I can bring hundreds of references, its crystal clear that V can’t sesnse shit like harry does, like how he can’t find him when has closed his eyes + under the invisibility cloak and many other times which im to lazy to go and find rn lol.

but honestly why tf dosen’t V have it? its quite the mystery!

while it removed the need for glasses and gave harry perfect vision, there hasn’t been anything mentioned bout a super vision? no being able to see extra details ? nought nil nada nothing?? and most ppl have perfect vision TR included???

‘’do you have any idea the intricare nature of what I did to blind you, and what I had to do to impart on you superior sight? Your corrected vision is a gift ‘’

why would tom riddle go through a very complex ritual just to have…like 0.5 point more vision? with nothing additional ? no extra sensing magic free on the house? thats kinda odd…

thats all for now? please tell me what you think and pen my lord dont you answer with that side eye emoji XD

side note worth mentioning here: so we know V couldn't change his eyes, even with harry’s soul. And we all know what he promised harry in case he tapped into their connection without permission…GIVING HARRY HIS EYES BACK WHICH HE CAN’T!!!…ehem so something somthing something? EHEM assassination? or elixir overdose? leads to something something which makes V tap into that to save harry? so many possibilities AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ps: this did not help me calm down, I really need a calming drought with extra rosemary rn

Also tumbler fucked all my italica and bolds but ehhhhh idk imagin them on your own XD

Love u as always obi pen <3

👀

okay but instead of answering anything, I will add a point to consider: Harry sees/perceives/feels magic better with his eyes closed

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bleue-flora · 4 months ago

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Wait I actually love how Sam and Quackity are Dream's safe people in the playdate au :[ 'cuz when he's feeling bad Sam will keep people away and Quackity knows how to keep company while being quiet so he doesn't get worse :[[[

Idk why but I keep imagining the kids somehow showing up on the real dsmp and the shock on everyone when all the kids immediately want Dream (because Dream is safe and he doesn't let people be unfair. Even when he's a stick in the mud he's safe)

(Sorry really really spinning them in my head. Baby Quackity hiding on C!Dream's cape and on his head C!Dream is just chanting "Don't flinch form the baby don't flinch from the baby don't flinch from the baby dont-")

Rude how can you forget Punz, Dream’s bff lol XD. But I mean safe people may be a bit of a stretch. Sam is also autistic (wait did I mention Dream is autistic? Oops yea that’s why he is often seen as weird by the other kids and manages to kinda get isolated even amongst people as a result) so he also understands and respects the need for peace and quiet from people. He can often just go home when he gets too overstimulated but Dream doesn’t really get that option (since Vik and Lazar take naps in his room), hence why he hides in the slide, so Sam often keeps him company and keeps people away when he’s having a meltdown. Sam is also a peacekeeper as well as the one helping everyone with their creations and stuff whether they need help tying their shoes, help blowing up a floaty, sewing one of Michael’s eyes back on after Sapnap was a little too rough with him, or fetch the water for Foolish’s sand castle.

Quackity on the other hand is very competitive and devious. Like the boy who’s always playfully fighting with other boys and making everything a competition. He’s also the - I learned this new cuss word our parents don’t want us to use and I saw these older kids playing this game of two truths and lie where if you get it wrong you get slapped (or something I don’t know… hopefully you know that kid I’m talking about). He’s also the one to throw out insults and start fights easily. He often ends up having to come apologize to Dream later and check if he’s okay and tries to cheer him up with some new game he learned.

Now that’s an insane idea, though the dsmp is far too explicit for them lol. (No babies btw just kids some pretty young like Lazar, Vik, Schlatt, George and Jack, with Slimecicle as the youngest but he still walks and talks and plays with his older brother, Quackity, before his oldest brother, Purpled, puts him down for a nap.) They all just huddle behind c!Dream, scared of the other members. And Dream is just trying to remind himself that the kids behind him are not trying to stab him in the back. They just want to go home to the real world or get food or whatever and their Dream was always the one to go to. C!Dream is definitely not bitter by this btw nope, definitely not, not sure what you’re talking about, he is absolutely 100% not jealous of everyone being kid Dream’s friend…

Imagine they come to the dsmp when c!Dream is still in prison and they break him out (get c!Techno to break him out like he does in canon) because - Dream is the safe one who usually has all the answers surely he knows how to get us back to our world… When c!Techno shows back up to the audience of anxious kids waiting inside his house with c!Dream hidden in the cape in his arms, c!Philza rushes all the younger ones over to his house so they don’t see the bloodied and injured shape he is in. They tell them c!Dream just needs a bath and rest instead of that he was tortured and needs medical attention. C!Techno and c!Philza being the bad parents they are (they did not sign up for this!) don’t push back against the oldest kids being stubborn and demanding what’s going on. They ended up proving to be helpful hands at least… When c!Dream is healed and wakes up, the kids pounce on him asking numerous questions in excitement and apprehension. On one hand he hasn’t had positive human touch in ages and welcomes it, on the other there are too many hands everywhere and he can’t watch them all. They think the scars are really cool, poking at the sensitive tissue and asking where they’re from, he’s forced to make up wild stories of adventure, pretending their trophies of long ago and not torture from a month ago. He tries not to flinch everytime someone refers to one of the kids as Quackity…

#should it be p! for play date au or k!d for kid dream since they are all kids?#dsmp #dream smp #dsmp au #playdate au #dsmpblr #hello there #me projecting? what I don’t know what your talking about - Dream is absolutely not he as a child and Quackity is absolutely not my brother #and my blonde friends never backstabbed me as a kid… nope not sure what your talking about….

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fiammee · 7 months ago

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Hello, how have ya been? How did your trip ended, did you have fun?

I guess reaching to you through asks is easier than DMs, so here I am, being generally curious about where we left off the last last time, but since I am here I'll also leave a big ask:

How did it happen that Jon Lord is so important to you? When did you hear him and saw him for the first time? What's the thing in his playing and in his character that makes him be that special guy to you?

Write the longest answer you want - or a short one if it's more in your style - I'm just a curious lil mutual <3

Heyaaaaa haiiiiiii dear!!!! Thank you for these questions *rubbing hands* Finally lets hope that I can respond this time XD

Times could get better, but summer is coming and Im pretty excited in beginning uni academy next year, lets hope🙏

About my trip end, it was a bit unexpected but funny: we leaved our rented house at 10 AM but we quickly found out that all highways were clogged up, and we managed to reach home a whole day after, at 1 AM, literally praying that my mom wouldnt fall asleep while driving 🤣

Abt Jon, lets begin *cracks knuckles*

I dont remember if I have ever said this to anyone, but usually my dad, when I was little, made me watch purple lives instead of cartoons;

So, throughout my childhood and my first teenage years I had this blurred memory about the members and how they looked like; (my thoughts were like: why the drums guy is so little? Why the guitarman is so scary? Why that mans moustache are so big and silly? Why the singer looks like Jesus and has my same hair? Just pure childlike wonder lol)

And finally, around 2020, I gave them a chance by listening my dads machine head vynil and OH BOY OH BOY I was quickly captivated by their roaring and powerful sound.

My first crush was big ian but I later revalued Jon when, out of pure curiousity, I went searching for pics on pinterest and I stumbled upon this:

My brain and hormones went apeshit🤭🤭 and this sort of awakened me, I was asking myself questions like "wtf is happening to me whattt?" in pure confusion.

The rest is now history, and here I am today :]]

Apart from the obvious phisical attraction (please mind that I was still new to this world at the time🤣) What I always found fascinating about him was the crazy talent and gentle personality among the "rock people" that Ive known previously.

I consider him to be a pretty unique rock soul: no extreme drama, nor arrogance, stupidity, rudeness or immesurable ego; he was just happy to be in the scene, and had the intelligence to make himself respected and valued... I think that he did that pretty well😌.

He used MUSIC in his everyday life as the main method of expressing himself rather than using words (as an introvert I consider him as a role model for what he gifted to others and himself) and lets be frank, isnt it cool that a BIG strong 185 cm man is easily brought to tears of emotion by listening to a classical piece or spectating a good sunset or landscape? He's an 800' romantic author trapped in a motocyclist body, an unusual combination🤣🤣

And what about his music? He combined classical, popular, blues, jazz and sick improvisation in a fresh versatile style that changed rock music and organ playing forever, and would inspire generations of musicians since this very day! And lets not forget his pure classical works, full of a wide range of emotions that have helped me in various rough times.

I hope to have answered your questions my dear :)) and it wouldnt be bad if I addressed the same questions to you about keith, with you making a post about it reblogging this one, obv if you feel like doing it 🫰🏻

#talking corner #this was long fr fr #2nd time writing it 😵‍💫😵‍💫

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quitealotofsodapop · 1 year ago

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Part 3 of: @justweirddino sending in funny and accurate asks.

As always I have put transcripts in the alt image descriptions.

The Gold and Silver twins probs have a massive list of enemies and vengances they want resolve, but they're so absent-minded that they frequently forget just why they dont like that person/what they did. They def find their own names among their "black book" of enemies and are just puzzled.

They haven't unlocked his friendship events yet. Gotta feed and talk to Macaque everyday like a Stardew Valley npc before he unloads his trauma.

MK is willing to use the Staff if it means conflict resolution. He will use it to threaten others to be nice.

Oh gosh, I love the idea of Huntsman having legit rizz, but it completely flies over Sandy's head. FIshman is sweet but damn he bad at responding to obvious romantic signs. X3

Wukong saw glowsticks become a thing and would spend ages trying to figure out How. Why stick glow when cracked/bended? Why no heat? Why did people scream when he tried drinking the yucky liquid inside at the discotech? He did't have his Staff handy for their introduction, so the second the Staff is no longer sealing DBK, Wukong tries cracking the Staff to see if it glows. He breaks his knee instead. Macaque laughed while MK was just puzzled Why.

The second Macaque is gone; Wukong turns into a mega-bachelor again. Hyper impulsive, binge-watching Monkey Cop, eating nothing but peaches and takeout. The second Mac gets back from the moon, its like walking into a house after a frat party. He def yells at Wukong to clean up his mess.

Nudity is canon. Wukong busted out the furnace naked cus it burned his clothes off.

DEFINETELY. Wukong is gotdang short already (apparently less than 1.3m/4.26 ft in the book), and Macaque being just a little taller would get so on his nerves! XD Even if both monkeys (unglamoured) reach about the height of a teenager, Wukong is def wearing lifted shoes. Macaque taunts him about it endlessly.

Oh gosh, I have an idea for TMKATI-au in Chapter 3; where Pigsy and Tang are "whisper-arguing" in the kitchen while Shadowpeach are in the restaurant sheltering from the rain.

Pigsy: "I'm not about to harbor a pair of shady demons just cus they look pathetic in the rain!" Tang, the one who brought them there: "Aww, c'mon Piggy!" *whispers* "They're having a kid and it looks like they got kicked out or something..." Pigsy: *annoyed snort* Macaque, hearing the convo cus ears: "...Wukong do you honestly believe this place is safe?" Wukong: "Uh yeah - I order from here all the time!" Macaque: *judgemental glare* Wukong, laughes nervously: "Haha...Ok. I'm not 100% sure. Honestly I was thinking about how we're gonna get some food... You're in a... vunerable condition and I want to make sure we're at atleast fed and warm before deciding anything major. You know... future-wise." Macaque: *sighs tiredly* Pigsy & Tang, eavesdropping via kitchen counter: *looks at one another* Tang: *gives puppy-dog eyes* Pigsy, conflicted growling: "Grr... OK FINE! They can stay for some dinner and maybe crash on the futon for a bit. But once the rain clears off, I'm kicking them out!"

(Pigsy procedes to not kick them out, and instead over the course of the late-evening meal decides to hire Wukong/let the two monkeys stay in the empty top floor of the building. He's bad at saying no to Tang and bad at turning away sad-looking rain-soaked monkeys.)

I always love these ask-ins, even if I ramble a little off-topic with the ideas they gave me! As always ty @justweirddino !

I put the slightly rauchier ones under read more.

This one is 100% a line Tang has said aloud and in front of polite company without batting an eye. He has no shame.

Macaque and Wukong too. Gotta make sure anyone within striking distance knows that you're both taken. By eachother. Macaque says it to tease, Wukong says it as a warning.

And finally, an ask @justweirddino actually messaged me about ahead of time due to it being about a rather... spicy topic revovling around the immortal monkeys not understanding modern slang terms. Had to put it in two screenshot to fit.

Nezha has most modern slang downloaded into his brain by the time he gets to earth. Not to use, but to decipher.

Wukong is def the person to remember a random detail from a movie trailer from years ago and take what the trailer says at face value. Also the thought of him randomly declaring that a movie mom is a MILF, serious-faced as the others look at him like he grew three heads (again), is sending me XD

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #suggestive language tw #sun wukong #lmk pigsy #lmk tang #liu er mihou #six eared macaque #qi xiaotian #lmk mei #long xiaojiao #lmk nezha #the monkey king and the infant #the monkey king and the infant au #lmk au

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slashingdisneypasta · 7 days ago

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If you want I'd love a part two for the sheriff!bickerman story with smut possibly!

IT WAS SO GOOD LOVE YOUR JIM CONTENT IT GIVES ME LIFE

YOU LOVE MY JIM STUFF?? I love y o u! ^^ *hugs*

I don't usually take requests, but um... I'm very biased with Jim XD Especially Sheriff Jim; that was so much fun to write XD I hope you like it and come back to talk about him with me! ^^

Sheriff!Jim Bickerman x AFAB!Reader || Drabble

Plot: Jim's away on a work trip to a neighbouring county station, sent by (Chief of Police) Reba, because he's driving her up a wall, and you miss him. Its been almost a month now, and you're about ready to promise him anything if he'll just come back.

And- the good thing about Jim? He'll totally blow of work for the right price.

Warnings: (Large) Age difference relationship (25/60's), sexual references, TWO (1) 'daddy' mentions (Dont blame me, he starts it himself. I don't control him. Says the fic writer), and a uhhhhhHHHH little fingering at the end... vaguely edited.

*reader takes a university class and that's where they know Owen from.

Tagging: @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball , @obscureother and @slxsherwriter .

After the thing at the party Owen couldn't let it go and pretty much immediately went bawling to Reba, the chief of police. He made it sound like Jim almost killed him (Which... okay yeah, was true.), for no good reason of course (Not at All), because he's a crazy senile old poacher and shouldn't be on the force, blah blah blah. Reba thankfully didn't fire Jim, but she had to do something; So she sent him away to do some light research in another county. Some woman's adult daughter was still 'missing' (You think her name was Daphne) and she figured it might kill two birds with one stone sending him away to confer with the officers over there. Make the mama happy, stop Owen bothering her about this, and get Jim out of her hair.

Reba was jazzed with the outcome and Owen was appeased and very annoyingly smug in classes, but Jim sure as hell wasn't. And neither were you, spending your nights alone now house-sitting for your booted cowboy.

And its been a month, now.

A month since you saw him. And you miss him. You talk on the phone (because, thank god, being sheriff forced him to keep one finally), and that's nice, but it's not the same. At this point, you're struggling to focus in class. As soon as you look to the front where your teacher stands droning on, your mind starts to wander.

You're about to take out your phone and text him (he doesn't text but he always takes the next oppertunity to leave you a voice message), when Owen comes into class late and drops into the seat beside yours. Immediately your eyes roll upwards out of annoyance, and you put away your phone so he doesn't see. It's not like Jim's contact is his name, you aren't that dumb-- but you'd rather Owen didn't know you were seeing anyone anyway. He'll just bother you about it.

The bastard.

"Hey," He whispers, leaning over the arm of his chair and too-close to you despite you clearly shifting away from him and his hit breath. "What did I miss??"

Rolling your eyes where he can't see, you give a sigh. At the time, you really didn't think he would drug you or hurt you. He's just annoying- not an idiot. But after the fact, you keep wondering.

You can't help but think about how determined he was. That was wierd. And you didn't even ask for that drink-- he just went ahead and made it for you. In fact he had it for you before you even saw him or approached him. He had been waiting.

... whether your suspicions were founded or not though, you were still irritated by him these days. If only for sending Jim away and being obnoxious about it.

"Listen now so you don't miss anything else, hm?" You whisper back, a heavy dash of finality in your voice. Forcing him with your tone to back up. Stop breathing on you.

Luckily it works, and you spend the next 10 minutes uncomfortable he's even next to you. The main thing on your mind, though, is Jim.

Look, you're not usually the kind of person to lose sense, or get all wrung out, over a man- in fact, some space can be good. You can't deal with someone every second of the day. You cant deal with Jim every second of the day, he's crazy. But goddamnit! It's been a month since you so much as saw him!!

You miss him.

Another few minutes of lessons in the background of your mind and wondering about the length and craziness of Jim's beard after a month at the forefront of your mind. Your thoughts are wandering further and further away from class again, until you finally give up and grab your phone.

"Hey." Owen pipes up again, whispering so harshly at you so you jump out of surprise.

"What??"

"Where are you going?? Can I come?"

"Going to the bathroom. No."

"How do I know you're not just leaving me here??" He smirks, and you feel your stomach roll over inside you.

With a glare, you just roll your eyes and try to leave again. You are not doing banter with this guy-

"Wait, hey. I wanted to ask you. You noticed old 'Sheriff' Bickerman's still a no-show lately??" You stop moving, plopping back down in your seat. Slowly you turn your head to look at Owen, deadpanned. He cannot be serious. "Yeah? Heh. Wanted to ask you since you volunteer at the station sometimes, an' if you still haven't seen him, then he's gotta still be off on probation. Damn straight, right?"

You think your eyes are going to roll all the way into the back of your skull. Somehow though, your whisper remains calm; no hint of ferocity in the undertones. "Reba didn't send him on probation, Owen. He's doing work."

"Tom-ay-to, tom-ah-to."

You sigh. Roll your eyes and resist the urge to curse at him. Tuck your phone into your jeans pocket. And leave the auditorium bathroom-bound.

"Obnoxious, smug, twisted little weasel." You mutter, shaking your head and pulling out your phone as you turn into the bathroom.

You: How's it going? Miss you, you old fart. Cant focus.

"Hm." You hum, pressing send and leaning back on the stall wall; not expecting a responce immediately but needing a break from Owen, anyhow. So you might as well actually go to the bathroom. You're about to do just that, when to your surprise your phone lights up with a call and the sound of your ringtone fills the small bathroom. Loudly. While you answer and put the device to your ear, you simultaneously close the main door and lock it. "Hey! Stranger."

"Thinkin about this old bastard, huh sweetcheeks?"

Sweetcheeks of all pet names- is not your favourite. Usually when he calls you that you feel like cringing but right now you can just grin at the sound of his voice. Shit. "Mhmm... you look any different?" You're sure he can hear it in your voice, but that's okay because you can hear the smirk in his.

"Yeah actually, honey. Well, I got purple hair now. And also, a tattoo. Big ass singin bass on my back. "

"Oh, hot." You grin, chuckle, and shake your head. "Can't wait to see."

"You just wait, sugar."

"That's three petnames in under 2 minutes, Mr Bickerman. You miss me or something??"

"Something like that, yeah," In your head you see the smirk turn into a genuine grin when his voice gets soft and FUCK- you want him home. You want him home now.

Sighing, you bump your shoulder into the door and lean there, dropping your temple against the surface too. A frown wriggles across your face. When Jim speaks again, a grimace and a cold edge have creeped into his voice. "So. What's that little weasel been up to?... dancing in circles that I'm still gone?"

The exact same tone takes residence in your voice, too. "Yeah, pretty much. He's next to me in class today, hence why I'm hiding in the bathroom now."

"You're hiding in the bathroom??"

"He sat too close to me, I could feel his gross hot breath on the side of my face when he talked to me- and he was asking about you, too. I needed a break."

At this, Jim just groans and you feel like you can see the eyeroll from miles and miles away.

After a few moments, you lighten the tone in your voice a tiny bit. And ask about work. "... any news on the daughter?" Have you found her? Can you come back soon?

"Nope. Pretty sure she was never even here," Of course not. "but now Reba's got me helpin' 'em out with their damn store room. ... Have a feeling she's tryin' t' keep me away. Cant think why." The tone of sarcasm seeps out of the phone like gasoline, primed for a match.

You huff. Shake your head. "... fuck her." Enough!

Immediately a surprised laugh, full of disbelief rings out through the receiver. " -what was that now??"

"Come home, Jim. I don't care anymore." Really, you really don't. "Do you?? You know what- if you come home to me today, you can tell whoever you want about me." You say, and really mean it. You're tired of sneaking around. Its not fun anymore. You're - so - over it. Lowering your voice, you close your eyes. "... I don't care. Just come home."

A mechanical rumble plays on the other end of the phone, causing you to knit your eyebrows together. Confused. "-Hear that?"

"Hm? What is it???"

"Thats the truck. I'm on my way. All you had to do was ask, sweetheart, but I do appreciate the permission to tell everyone I know I'm havin' a side of fresh meat every night~ "

"Oh, god." Thats terrible!! Not all the distance and the missing him in the world will stop you from cringing over that- But then you smile, straightening up; every cell in your body buzzing at the prospect of seeing him in a few hours, anyway. "But hurry up." -Wait, he'll take that too seriously- "Drive safe!, though."

"Err, aint I always safe??"

"Oh yeah, Jim O-H-and-S Bickerman; thats you." He chuckles at that. "See you soon." With a final, insurmountable smile, you shake your head and hang up.

When you get back to the auditorium, the professor's gone quiet- letting everyone finish some private study for a bit. You grab your bag, foreseeing absolutely zero chance of getting any work done for the rest of the day, and turn to leave and wait at Jim's place- when a clammy hand grips your wrist and pulls you back. And suddenly, ice fills up your veins. "Hey! Where are you going now, huh??"

The smile wipes clean off your face. "Owen, let go."

"Not until you tell me where you're going, sweetheart." The smirk on his face ignites a fire in you, and not the good kind. A scowl and some dark clouds wander across your face. Sweetheart???!

"Owen, let me go." With that, you twist your wrist and disentangle your limb from his grip. Then get an idea, pulling your book bag over your head, lowering your voice. "For your information- Jim's coming home today and I'm going to meet him. I think you know who that is, I don't need to spell it out for you." Carefully, you slip your hair out from under the strap of your bag. "So congratulations, you were right- but lets get one thing straight here." Your voice turns to venom, a terrible glare in your eyes when you glance at Owen; looking pale. "We weren't fucking. But then you sent him away for a month, so who knows now? Chew on that."

With a final glower at the guy, one you learnt from the scariest person you know, you turn and leave the auditorium without another word.

By the time he got back to his house, for the first time in a month, its past 11 at night (Goddamn traffic. Felt like every damn intersection had construction bein' done. And everyone, and their grandma, needed to cross 'em right then.) So when he finally fits the key into the lock and slips inside, clicking the door closed behind himself, you're curled up on the old couch with the TV playing some bad snake flick on Netflix- asleep.

Jim doesn't even bother to take off his rain-drenched jacket before coming up on the couch and sitting down next to you- after all, maybe he'll let his sweetie pie do that part, he figures with a big grin. After switching off the TV with the remote he's able to finagle gently out of your grasp without waking you up (His darlin's so sleepy. Almost a shame to wake 'em up. Almost.), he curls a strand of your hair around a finger and tugs a couple times. "Wakey wakey~ "

You wake up pretty easily, having only been dozing (You were trying SO. HARD. to stay awake!!), you open your eyes just a crack- then open them wide and sit up as you come back to reality and realise He's Back. "-Oh! Shoot- I fell asleep?? Um- " You look around, giving a sniff and rubbing your eyes. "Um... house sitting went well?? You don't have any plants to keep alive, but uh- I managed to reset some of the traps outside, an- " What are you saying??

Thank god Jim stops you from waffling any further, because jesus christ. "Real happy to hear that, sugar, but d'ya know what I'm really wantin' to hear now??"

"... " you try to keep a straight face, but you know what's coming. A hesitant grin spreads across your face. "Oh lord, what?"

That sleazy grin you missed spreads slowly across his face. "How much you missed me."

Immediately you scoff, shaking your head, even with the grin. "-Oh I think you heard plenty of that already, sheriff." Casually, like it hadn't been a month since you so much as saw this man, you crawl over into Jim's lap and ring your arms up around his neck. "How about how much you missed me, huh old man?"

The growl in his hum is embarrassingly hot to you, and a hundred times better in person- not that you'd ever tell him that. "Hmm... " Seeing you right back where he liked you to be, in his lap rather then in fucken selfies he cant even fold up and keep in his pocket, made being home again Official. And gave him all kindsa ideas, too. "How about I show ya?"

... -For a moment you hesitate, frozen in place. Because you're not a dummy. Because you know what older men want with younger women. And because you are not deluded into thinking that Jim Bickerman is any better.

But god do you like him. And you weren't lying when you told Owen things had changed in a month- namely your power to resist.

And you think he likes you, too.

Hmm. "How... um," You clear your throat, skin hot. "how about you drive me to the ice cream place- the one open late on the highway?? You, uh, you could show me that way?"

Immediately Jim grins and gives a nod. "Sure, sweetheart. Just lemme get a dryer jacket. Meetcha at the truck, huh?- "

His face didn't even fall a bit when you suggested ice cream instead of sex. "Oh for fucks sake." You don't move an inch from his lap, despite the cold rain off his - yes, indeed, soaked jacket, - dampening your clothes and seeping into your skin. He likes you, he likes you, he likes you. Instead, you draw him down and kiss him.

The kiss becomes heated fast- 6 months with a person you really like without fucking it out plus an extra month without them at all, will do that to two people you'll find.

He pulls back first- but not by much. You can feel his breath on your lips as you open your eyes a crack- then open them fully at the shit eating grin on his face. "Now, darlin', I promise, I'll be gentle with ya. Alright?"

With a snort, you prod him in the forehead- gently. "Who says I've never done this before, huh?? You think that just because I haven't done it with you?"

With a scrunched up nose and a grimace-grin, he nods. "Well- Uhuh."

You would be annoyed at him, but you cant. Not right now, comfortably strewn over his lap, his hat askew tilted up and within kissing distance. So you try to curb the grin on your face, but its a terrible battle. Really more of a thumb wrestle then anything else. And not a fair one, either- "Oh shut up."

There's a very, dangerously lustful look on the old man's face. Smirk and all. You don't know exactly how long its been since he got any action, but by the looks of THAT- that look pawing at you, wandering all over you; inappropriate and wicked and perverted, inspiring hot shame, - it has to have been a while. "... Lemme get ya all warmed up, huh?"

Clearing your throat, you find yourself tucking hair behind your ear, feeling a little awkward and nervous, and young, being on top of him right now. Being looked at like That. Like exactly what he said before; fresh meat. Like a naked woman at a club, or out of a magazine, a bad video, a really good dream- Like he's starving and you're a four course meal. Except the growl in Jim's voice isn't coming from his stomach, its coming from the very back of his throat. "What do you me- Oh."

What he means becomes abundantly clear when he shows his teeth in the smirk suddenly like a big bad wolf baring his fangs, and undoes the button on your jeans. With his eagerness he doesn't bother pulling down the zip, it comes apart on its own when he digs his hand in between the seam and your very thin underwear. He doesn't bother to tease here, either- getting a good feel of you and making you choke on a gasp (or a moan?? It was a little bit of both.) with his boldness. You cover your mouth to muffle the sound, surprised at both him for suddenly touching you after all this time, and yourself for making tHAT EMBARRASSING, DESPERATE SOUND-

You should not have liked that so much. You should not be so turned on already.

Oh shit.

What the fuck with this man.

Jim chuckles at you. "Now now, sugar, don't be like that." He teases, still with that wolfish grin. "No hidin' from ol' Jimmy, hm?"

Carefully you pull your hand away from your mouth, but only halfway. Its hard to speak with the mans hand still under your throbbing cunt and seeing the absolute glee in his eyes showing his cards- he's absolutely loving every second of it; Having his cute lil sweethearts no doubt even sweeter pussy right in the palm of his hand hot and leaking and ready to go. "But- "

"Uh uh, no but's. Hand down. Now." The growl in his voice again, the steel in his expression, his forces you to do what you're told. Transferring both your hands to his still rain-damp shoulders, rolling your eyes.

"Damn, yes sir."

... there's no secret he loves that cute 'sir' business, but he sees directly through your fake bravado and gives a taunting grin instead of praising the shit out of you for it, rolling his pointer finger over your clit. Immediately your face drops, your jaw falling because it feels so good. You can see building up a gentle orgasm from this alone and he hasn't even directly touched you yet.

Your brain foggy, you manage to think to yourself who even knew that Jim Bickerman knew where the fucking clitoris was!? That was not... that was not on... not on your bingo card... Without thinking, you'd begun slowly rolling your hips with the feeling; eyes closed, the leather of his jacket pinched under your fingers, his most wicked grin watching you look so damn pretty in his lap; lettin' him touch you like this. Damn, what a good girl.

When he creeps his hand under the waistband of your underwear finally, coating his fingertips in your dripping slick, you almost snap a hand over your mouth; that embarrassing noise breaking free again. But instead you remember what he said immediately, his voice that you love so much echoing in your head like you're a well trained animal. Instead you lower your face into his shoulder, wrapping your arms around neck, hiding in his wet jacket that still smells of campfire smoke from his hunting days, and fresh rain.

He doesn't seem to mind the loophole, too focused on the feeling of his fingers disappearing inside a pretty girl once again; a sleazy grin on his mouth. That never gets old.

He seems to not mind also because you slip your hand into the kinky grey hair at the back of his head, knot your fingers in and gently squeezing at the sensation of being filled up so nicely. When he lets out a groan, you give a wicked grin of your own, buried against his shoulder. He likes his hair pulled; hmmm, you can work with that.

Another slow, gentle pull along with his languid thrusts (Just enjoying himself) and Jim has to break the peaceful silence, making you giggle.

"Careful there, pumpkin. Fuck with daddy too hard and I'll show ya who's really the boss 'ere."

A big grin teasing on your face, you rise and sit up straight, looking cheeky at him. There's silent laughter in your grin, even with the loveliest orgasm building up high in the pit on your stomach. So close. The knot so tight. Made tighter looking at him again; the glimpse of his hand in your jeans, or at least his wrist disappearing. "Oh go ahead, daddy, show me then."

"Don't you worry, I will."

As if just to prove to you he's got a million and one tricks up his sleeve to show you now, he takes that opportunity to, while you're looking right at him in the face so he can see the change in your eyes, take his thumb to your clit again and abuse it- breaking you in an instant, turning that sweet leisurely orgasm into an explosive climax instead that wipes the grin right off your face.

"... there. That what you were askin' for, sweetheart?"

The after waves ripple through you and a, admittedly, dumb smile flickers across your heated face. You run a hand through your hair, while he slips his hand out of your pants and gives an appreciative smile to the wetness all over his fingers. He gives you a peace sign and a cute, dumb grin of his own.

You grab his wrist. "... you think you're up for a little more, mr sheriff?"

"... darlin its been 7 months I've been thinkin' about this, what do you think??"

With a snort and a nod, like yeah I know, me too, you lean in and get another kiss from him.

#Jim Bickerman x Reader Oneshot #Jim Bickerman x Reader #Jim Bickerman #Oneshot #Smut

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starlit-hopes-and-dreams · 15 days ago

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Chapter 31 ~ Welcome home

Hidden Depths

Previous ~ Masterlist

Also on ao3

Genre: Fantasy whump

CW’s: panic attack, extremely brief reference to past assault, reference to past child abuse

WC: 3396

Taglist: @dont-touch-my-soup, @kixngiggles

In which I give you a happy end... after I rip your hearts out XD

AN: This is it folks. I started this story in Oct 2022 for an event, and I started this arc last year, and now, after 2 years, the end is here, and I am having Feelings™️ 🥺😊😭

Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you're as satisfied with the ending as I am 💜

Resh

Resh couldn’t get to her fast enough.

He almost stumbled over his own feet, but finally, finally, he was there. Carr didn’t flinch away from him when he reached for her, so he took her and sat with her on the floor while she sobbed into his shirt.

It was becoming increasingly clear to him that the Carr of before had been so guarded because she felt too much. As she’d become more comfortable with him and Orla, she’d dropped that guard, inch by inch, but that came at a cost.

She thought she loved him.

After their talk a few weeks ago, he understood why this was hitting her so hard. One didn’t just turn off such an ingrained fear because of a few assurances uttered one time.

Well, over and over and over and over again one time. But, still.

Good news was, she was letting him hold her. It was a sign of trust he didn’t take lightly.

It still hurt, though. He hated that she was crying and hated even more that she was crying because of him.

Slowly, oh so slowly, her sobbing quieted, then subsided, replaced by the occasional hiccup.

But she didn’t move.

Resh stopped petting her hair and, hoping her eyes were open, used the sign for okay. At the last moment, he remembered the sign to indicate a question, so he added that and hoped she remembered what it meant.

“Sorry,” Carr mumbled into his shirt.

“No,” he signed, grimacing at his lack of vocabulary. If this was going to be a thing, he needed to learn much more, more quickly. Well, she would too, to understand, but… he made the sign for okay again, without the question.

She sniffed and moved her head enough to allow unimpeded speech. “It’s not. You were so excited and I didn’t”–hiccup–“understand and you kept lookin’ at me like”–hiccup–“like… that and then you shut it off and–” She took a deep breath, only to let it out in a wail. “I’m doing this all wrong!”

He pulled her back before she could bury her face in his shirt again. You aren’t, you aren’t!

“I a-am,” she cried, covering her face with her hands. “I shouldn’t have to, to keep reminding myself. That you won’t l-leave, won’t hurt me. It’s a fucking mantra in my head. He won’t leave. He won’t hurt me. He wouldn’t leave. He wouldn’t hurt me. He won’t. H-he won’t.”

Oh fuck, this was worse than he thought. Why the fuck would she think he’d leave her? He wanted her to live in this house with him!

She scooted back, drawing up her knees. “It feels like… I’ve started all over. Except, there’s nothing. Nothing to protect me.”

Resh thought she might be breaking his heart. He had to whistle for her attention, not willing to touch her since she’d moved away from him.

What do you need from me? When her face crumpled, he added, Carr, I don’t know what to do here. I want you to like this house, so we can live in it together. I’m not sure, at this point, if I could even let you leave me, let alone the other way around.”

He thrust a hand through his hair, then leaned against the wall of the tub with a sigh. And I would rather die than purposely hurt you. I would rather give myself back to the prince. I would rather let him flay the rest of my skin off and slowly die in excruciating agony. I– I don’t–

“I know,” Carr whispered. She rested her chin on her knees, looking absolutely miserable.

He stared at her, at a loss for words. He didn’t think this was about him this time, not really. Which posed a bit of a problem, considering Carr never talked about her past.

He knew she’d grown up on the streets and, at some point, had been inducted into Nykim’s pack. He knew she’d been… assaulted, although ‘It was a long time ago’ could mean anything.

Thinking out loud, he asked, Who was the last person you loved, Carr?

She drew her legs up tighter. “My… mother.”

Resh sucked in a breath. Okay, this went farther back, then. How did you end up on the streets?

Please gods, let her say her mother had died. Her mother had died when she was young, and she’d had no one else to care for her. Her mother had died and left her alone and vulnerable.

But Carr’s response shattered his illusions.

“I think… I think she was tryin’ to sell me. To a flesh trader. I didn’t know that at the time, only knew the person she was talkin’ to felt wrong. It all felt wrong. So I… I ran.” She trembled, all huddled up in a ball on the cold tile of the bathing room.

Her pause went on long enough that Resh thought she was done, but he waited, wanting to give her space to get what she needed out.

“I ran,” she finally whispered. “And I pretended not t’ hear her callin’ for me. Yellin’ at me. Tellin’ me what a horrible, ungrateful child I was. How she h-hoped I starved t’ death, that I would deserve it for cheating her out of what she was due. And then she left me there, and I hid in that dark alley, shivering in the rain, afraid t’ move a muscle until the sun rose.”

Gods. His stomach roiled. How old were you? he forced himself to ask.

“I– I don’t know. Young. Multiple years before I started to bleed. Maybe six? Ish?” Her tone was flat, disinterested. “I was a bad child.”

Anger rose, swift and furious. He moved–too fast because she recoiled away from how close he got–and said, No. She was a bad mother.

“You’re… angry?” Carr asked, a bit of life coming back into her eyes as she re-emerged from wherever her memories had taken her.

Resh bit back a curse. I’m fucking livid. You were a baby, Carr. You didn’t deserve any of that.

If that’s how that bitch spoke to her child, he was willing to bet that living with her had been a real treat.

He cocked his head, studying her. Is that why you’re afraid? Do you think I’ll leave you like she did?

Silent tears tracked down her face. “My own mother couldn’t love me. Couldn’t stand my presence. And I loved her anyways.”

Of course you loved her. Your mother was a– He reconsidered the rude name he wanted to call her. A sorry excuse for a human being, but she was still all you knew. Oh, Carr.

She wiped her eyes. “I’ve never been in a house this big unless I was robbing it, you know?”

What was this? A deflection? He opened his mouth, then closed it again. It was still information, if so. She didn’t even notice, her gaze unfocused, looking inward once again.

Slowly, she uncurled her limbs. “The pack house didn’t count; there were so many of us. I slept in the shed until they accepted me, then on a cot in a room with a dozen other vermin before I made beta and earned my own space.”

Carr stood and wandered back out into the hall, trailing her fingers across the wall as she walked. Resh followed, trying to keep up with the leaps her mind was making. He wasn’t sure what most of that meant, but he listened anyway, hoping she would keep talking.

They made it to the ground floor living area before she spoke again.

“I was pretty much feral by the time I was recruited.” She circled the sofa before making her way over to a window.

He leaned against a wall, waiting to see what she’d do. What she’d say.

“I killed one of the other recruits before Nykim decided to step in. Said while he appreciated my efforts t’ cull the pack, that he needed me to leave that to him and Brant. He took over my training personally after that. It was… brutal. I wouldn’t let him touch me. Wouldn’t let anyone touch me. He had to, to break me to put me back together.” Her breath hitched, and she moved away from the window.

Resh wiped away his tears and followed.

The kitchen was her next stop, her fingers tracing the same carvings on the table he’d admired earlier. “I thought I was repayin’ him with a lie. That if he ever found out I was nothing but a useless girl, he’d kill me, and I’d deserve it. But he knew all along, that bastard.”

Affection laced her tone at the end, not that Resh could understand it. He’d known her life had to have been hard, but fucking shit.

Carr finally faced him, her eyes boring into his. “I’ve done some truly horrible stuff in my life, Resh. Worse than anything they accused that bandit camp of. I’ve lost track of the amount of people I’ve killed, some of them for nothin’ more than lookin’ at me the wrong way.”

He shook his head, confused as to why she thought he’d care.

“You’ve made me soft,” she said with a sad smile. “How’m I supposed to go back to that life after you’ve realized that I’m not a good person? That I’m not worth all this… effort.” She prodded her chest. “There was somethin’ jagged in me, and you’ve sanded down the edges. But what if I needed them?”

Resh crossed the room then, unable to bear any more of this. He pointed to a chair, and she collapsed into it bonelessly.

My turn? he asked, pulling up his own chair until he was right before her. He yanked his gloves off, placing them on the table. At her nod, he reached out for her hands, and she allowed him to take them.

He turned them over, tracing a barely visible scar on her thumb pad. I’m sorry your life has been so hard.

She flinched but didn’t pull away.

If that was supposed to convince me that I shouldn’t love you, it didn’t work. He looked up at her, his finger running over one of her calluses. You aren’t unlovable, not in the slightest. You’re fiercely protective, fiercely loyal, and unapologetic in how you show that. You’re so gentle with Orla, even though no one ever showed you how to be. You risked yourself to come back for me, even though I was just some annoying guy in prison you had the poor luck to be partnered with.

He watched her search his face, wondering what exactly it was she was looking for.

I think I fell for you long before that. Before I even knew you were a girl. Carr, there’s nothing you could tell me that would stop me from loving you. You could bury your dagger in my heart right now if that would make you feel safer, and I’d die still loving you.

To make good on his words, Resh released her and leaned back in the chair, pulling open the lacing on his somewhat soggy shirt to expose his chest. He almost cracked a smile at the horrified look she shot him.

Can I show you the house again? At her questioning look, he added, I was trying to let you form your own opinions before, but I understand now that you have no framework to imagine what this could be. I’d like to share with you what I see. Will you let me?

He ran a hand through his hair. I’m sorry, but your mother was a piece of shit. And I think maybe you’d better not tell me any more about Nykim’s training, or I might do something stupid like go after him, which, let’s be honest, would end with me dead.

She snorted at that, then leaned forward to retie his shirt. He took her hand back when she’d finished.

He could’ve kissed her when she nodded. Her eyes were wide, a hint of fear still lingering in their hazel depths, but he was determined to lay that to rest.

Let’s start in the kitchen since we’re here, he said, pulling her to her feet. I’ll assume you can’t cook. Neither can I, not much anyways, and Orla was too young to do much more than stir what she was given. We could always go into town, and I’m sure Adan and Salma would invite us for meals as well, but I think learning together could be fun.

He guided her over to the counter, smoothing his hand across its surface. I can see Orla standing here, flour smeared across her nose. She’d be biting her lip, concentrating hard on the recipe. You’d grab whatever ingredient and toss it in the bowl without measuring before being banished to the chopping board. I’d bring in wood for the stove, wash my hands, and take over from Orla, telling her to take a break.

She’d flounce over there–he gestured toward the table–but eventually be drawn back in like a moth to a flame. Maybe you’d let me kiss your cheek, or maybe I wouldn’t be brave enough while you still held that knife. He laughed soundlessly when Carr shook her head, pink tinging her cheeks.

We’d all sit down afterward and probably choke down the worst-looking meal we’ve ever seen. But the taste would be passable because we made it together, with love between us.

Carr’s eyes were shining again, but he thought maybe it was in a good way this time.

Do you want to see another room? he asked, cautious about overwhelming her again. Or we could come back another time, or not at all. It’s up to you.

“I want–” Her voice cracked, and she paused to clear her throat. “I want t’ see more. I want t’ see what you see. Please?”

It would be my pleasure, he said with a relieved smile. Let’s go to the sitting room.

~~~

Carr

Resh led her through the house a second time, this time narrating how he imagined their life might go. Perhaps conscious that she knew as little about his background as he had about hers, he peppered in tidbits about how he’d grown up. How he could see them doing something similar, or different, or just if something reminded him of his old home.

It made her chest ache, realizing how different their childhoods had been. How much she’d missed out on.

It also made something deep inside her relax.

She’d told him the barest of bones, maybe, but he hadn’t recoiled. Hadn’t looked like he cared much at all, really.

There wasn’t much else left between them that she could use as an excuse.

He loved her.

Carr watched him gesture at something, the sunlight glinting off the dark waves of his hair, and reminded herself that the fluttering sensation in her belly wasn’t a sign of danger.

Despite getting in her own way, she loved him back.

She was the one who reached for his hand when they walked back outside. His smile was so light and happy that it was contagious, and she found herself grinning back.

He opened his mouth, but before he could get anything out, a brightly dressed small girl came flying down the road.

“Resh, oh my gods, Resh! Is that a house?!” Orla’s face lit up when she came to a stop before them, her dark brown eyes taking in every possible detail while she caught her breath.

“Sorry!” Salma called out from somewhere farther down the street.

Resh winked at his sister and pulled out his notebook. Orla watched him intently as he wrote, but Carr didn’t miss the way her eyes kept flicking over to her.

It was probably too much to hope that she didn’t look like she’d been crying. Hopefully, she wasn’t splotchy anymore, but her eyes were probably still red. Carr shrugged the next time Orla glanced her way, then looked down at her hand, intertwined with Resh’s.

Orla was a smart girl. Any hint of concern she might’ve felt disappeared under the assurance that everything was okay between her and her brother.

Resh paused whatever he was writing when Salma and Adan finally approached. Adan smiled indulgently at Orla, ruffling his hand through her short cap of curls.

“As soon as she noticed it was you, she took off like a shot,” Salma said, shaking her head. But she too was smiling.

Orla started bouncing in place while she waited for Resh to answer her, so Carr took pity on her since he was trying to write her a damn book, apparently.

“It is a house,” she whispered conspiratorily. “A house that might be our house soon. Do you want to see it?”

Resh’s sister squealed loud enough that Carr was not the only person wincing. She rubbed her ear, shooting Orla a warning glance.

“Sorry,” the girl said, not looking very sorry at all. “Yes, yes, yes, I want to see!”

Carr tried to suppress her smile but failed. Turning to Resh, she asked, “Do you mind if I take her through?”

Not at all, he said, closing his notebook back up.

Gods, he looked so happy. Carr had to wrench her gaze away to follow Orla when she ran inside.

It took a bit of corralling to get Orla to stay in one room long enough, but once Carr began sharing Resh’s vision with her, she was happy to follow along, hanging on her every word.

Excitement bubbled up within Carr as they moved throughout the house, perhaps encouraged by Orla’s enthusiasm, or perhaps just a delayed reaction now that she felt better able to appreciate what this could be.

When they’d finished their tour, Carr leaned against the doorway, watching as Orla ran up to Resh, Salma, and Adan, gesturing wildly as she told them what she was most excited about.

Resh’s eyes flicked up to her a few times, but he let Orla talk for a few minutes before he shoved his notebook into his back pocket and broke away.

The stairs creaked as he ascended, but the rail he leaned on across from her was sturdy.

How are you? he asked, his brow creasing. I know it’s been… a long day.

It had been a long day. But her heart had never felt so full. “I… I like the house.”

You do? The tentative smile that crossed his face was so full of hope.

“I do,” she said softly, crossing the distance between them in two quick strides.

Her hands trembled when she raised them, and she didn’t try to hide it, instead steadying them on his chest. Wide brown eyes met hers, questioning.

“Resh, I don’t want to be afraid anymore.” More fucking tears rose, but she blinked them away. Tears had no place here.

He opened his mouth, but she shook her head. She needed to get it out.

“You might not know it all, but you know the worst there is. Are you sure?”

So fucking sure, he said, raising a hand to cover one of hers. You’re… everything. I–

She shook her head again, cutting him off before the tears returned. “I want to live here with you and your sister. I want that life you wanted to build together.”

Gulping in air, she gathered the courage to say the most important part. “I love you, and I’m allowed, because you won’t hurt me, and you won’t leave me, and you won’t ask me to be something I’m not.”

Tears shone in his eyes. I love you too, Carr. I love you so godsdamned much.

Her lips curved in a tremulous smile. “Can I hug you?”

The question evoked memories of another time she’d asked that. Another time when she’d set everything aside and put her life in this man’s hands. And he’d never, not once, given her cause to regret it.

It was clear he was remembering the same thing she was when he asked, Can I hug you back?

“Always,” she whispered, laying her head on his shoulder.

His arms enveloped her, her own personal Resh cocoon, and just like it had back in that stable in the capital, nothing had ever felt so right.

The End

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cookie-crumblr · 1 year ago

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i need something smutty where jaspers like rlly jealous, i dont have any further ideas but yes .. xD

OH HELLLLLLL YESSSSS, omg anny you’re a genius.

muah~

CW: IDEK OKAY, YANDERE, JEALOUSY, i’ll do GN reader! annnnd rough sex. Jasper still calls us pretty again, to him you’re beautiful no matter who you are.

MINORS DNI!!!!

Okay hold on we’ll get to the smut, but imagine:

Dev.In is not only the only “person” he’d let fuck you as long as He’s still in control.

But Dev is also the only “person” he’d ever be jealous of.

like sure anyone touching you or anything will make him irritated.

but jealous? nah. no one else is anywhere near as hot as he is…

Except a “person” that looks exactly like him and can make their dick whatever they want.

like ?? excuse me mx. if he is not completely in control of the situation he’d go WILD.

You’re chatting, as innocent as a puppy with Dev.In. You put your hand on their arm for a second.

The gall of that bastard, laughing and making you laugh. He bets that their dick is hard.

Stupid horny computer. He thinks.

His leg started bouncing minutes ago and he’s only just noticing.

You turn, sensing Jasper’s energy shift somehow behind you.

His head is tilted, left leg bouncing, blown pupils burrowing holes into Dev.In’s face.

Slowly you make your way over to him, “H-hey Jas… Y’okay?”

He says nothing as get gets up and grabs you.

Pulling you along painfully so, before throwing you into a weird room.

“Safe word. Now.” He snaps.

“P-pineapple?”

“Great. Now don’t say it, Pretty”

“Nev—”

His mouth mutes you as it crashes against yours. a hand is grasping your scalp and ripping your head back so he has easier access to your neck.

His teeth graze you, you can tell he’s angry and holding back.

“Thank you, pretty” He bites where your neck meets shoulder.

His hands grab at, and rip your clothes off.

Soon enough you’re spun around and his pierced tip is teasing your hole.

Precum is lubricating you enough, and you desperately want him now, you push back against him and take in his penis.

Jasper bucks up to bottom out inside of you.

“Fffff-uck” You shiver at the sensations.

“Yeah? This cock feel good, pretty? Tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Jasper!”

“Say it again.” He bucks up harder, your whole body shakes with the force.

“I b-belong to you! Jasper!” you’re saying everything he wants to hear.

He starts a steady, but harsh rhythm. “Gon’ fuck you stupid. you’ll only think about this dick.”

He holds your hand against the wall in his own, as he pounds into you. In his other he’s pulling your head backwards by whatever hair you have.

You admire the veins over his bones under his pale skin. It’s beautiful.

“Ah!” he hit something so deep inside you, your body convulses.

“More, pretty,” he demands

He feels so good inside you even after cumming.

The heat builds within you again.

“Jasper! Jasperrr!!” You chant his name knowing how much he loves hearing it. The way your lips purse and your eye brows knit tighter. The way you push harder against him.

He loves it when you get desperate for him.

He fucks you harder and harder still until, “Come with me, pretty,”

As he fills you and twitches inside your deepest parts, you come too, your head high above the clouds.

He holds you in place so that you don’t fall while your legs vibrate.

“Next time I’ll fuck you and fill you up right in front of that horny prick.”

You can’t wait…

“F’r now, take a walk w’ me.” He grins.

He walks you right back to Dev.In and he sits where you had been.

You sit on Jaspers lap, and he moves your legs apart for them to see that you’re dripping with his semen.

He’s smiling, swelling with his usual sadistic pride.

Dev.In and you go back to your previous conversation about house plants and how much sunlight they need.

All while your face is too hot and you’re too dizzy and embarrassed to function.

Jasper pulls you both up to stand, “Well, looks like my pretty pet needs sum more attention. Later devvy~”

#cookie speaks #my oc #yandere #oc x reader #oc x you #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere streamer x you #yandere oc #oc jasper #jealous sex #jealous yandere

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thethreeeyed-raven · 1 year ago

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I humbly submit this request, as I was on character ai and started playing with this prompt, but the damn ai is...so bad at story aspects or...boundaries xD.

If you're cool with doing it, could you perhaps do something with morpheus having been trying to follow the advice of his sister death, I randomly pops into the waking world to try and...socialize with humans. Where he knocks into y/n, who profusely apologizes and offers him a cup of coffee.

She leads him to her bakery that she owns and works at. Letting him sit wherever he wants, she grabs him hsi coffee of choice before starting to bake a new treat, not really following a recipe, but the smell attracts the endlesses attention. He requests some treats and y/n offers him to try out these that they're making. And when they're finally done morpheus's face just melts with delight. And every night he keeps coming back enjoying her baking and voice.

ITS COMPLETELY COOL IF YOU DONT WANNA, PLEASE HYDRATE AND REST

the bakery

navigation | warnings : none? | a/n : i did change it a little bit, and i didn’t add the last part, i could make a part 2 for the last bit, pls lmk if that’s something you want, enjoy! | dream of the endless playlist | tags : @knight-of-flowerss , @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom

The dream lord was bored.

He was hardly ever bored, except when he was trapped in that fish bowl for one hundred years...

Once again, Morpheus was sat pondering about what he could do. It was when he remembered his sister, Death's advice.

"So go out there and find a new one."

The 'new one' which she was talking about was a 'game'.

Dream liked to play games. And now it was over, he needed to find a new one.

The time was half past nine at night when you were walking down the street with a mountain of boxes in your arms.

The boxes were far too large for you to see over the top of them.

As you continued your walk, you didn't notice the man that was walking the opposite way in front of you.

It seems neither did he as his gaze was fixed to the floor before there was a loud crash.

You groaned as you looked at all of the spread boxes of pastry samples and then you fixed your attention on the man knelt in front of you.

Forgetting about the boxes, your stare was fixed on the elegant creature in front of you.

It owned soft, pale skin, with eyes that held all of the universes and galaxies within its twinkling irises.

It owned delicate, blood red lips, and dark, midnight black, unkept hair.

The creature was a man, but his aura was other-worldly, as was his graceful beauty.

Finally, you came to your senses, muttering apologies as you scampered to collect the fallen boxes. Morpheus analysed you carefully, you seemed like a normal person, but something about you was pulling him in.

"You needn't apologise." His deep, raspy voice stirred something inside of you.

"I...no, really, I should" You paused, before letting out an awkward laugh. "I should've got someone to help me with these."

The both of you rose to your feet. "Perhaps, I could help you." Dream seemed hesitant, but Death's words kept playing in his head.

"Really? Thank you so much!"

He grabbed the top box that was blocking your vision, and your eyes met.

It felt like the world stopped, and you could finally get a good look at them. As you both gazed, you took notice of the ring of cold blue, and the stars that shined inside.

Morpheus stopped to get another good look at you too. He liked the way you looked at him, like you had never seen something like him before. You probably haven't.

Your eyes widened when you realised you'd been caught. "I-It's this way."

"I'm really sorry for wasting your time..." You looked at him expectantly.

"Morpheus."

Strange, you thought.

"Morpheus." You smiled before feeling around your pockets for your house keys. You grabbed onto them before reaching back into your pocket.

"I have a bakery just down the road, if you'd like to visit one day." You handed him the pale blue card. "I could bake you something, as a thanks for helping me."

The silence was loud as Dream just held the card, looking at it. This kindness was new to him, you were just a stranger.

Why were you being so nice?

"Maybe."

Giving him a small nod, you unlocked the door and went inside, placing the boxes in the hallway. "Thank you again!"

Interesting, thought Morpheus.

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