#dude has night terrors and can't sleep

[illiaccrest]

You know what else Aventurine needs is a nap buddy.

[kakuvibez]

Ooooo, I love ur eah x twst posts!! I was wondering if u could make a Faybelle or a Bunny Blanc reader with whatever room u like, I would deeply appreciate it

Thx 💗💗

◟ ͜  • yandere one shot/quotes/ hcs : YANDERE DIASOMNIA DORM ˙ও;　𓈒

𐂯  . requested by ; anonymous/ @user / none,, 　𓈒

𓏵  . fandom(s) ; Ever After High, Twisted Wonderland　𓈒

𐂯  . fandom master list(s): master | specific　𓈒

𓏵  . character(s); Malleus, Sebeka, Sliver, Lillian, Faybelle! Reader　𓈒

  . 𐂯 outline; " Youuu my lucky anon are going to get two parts! Each one of the requested characters!! 🌷 "　𓈒

︵︵ warning(s) ; Yandere, Obsessed, Captured　𓈒

❛❛You can't blame a girl for following her destiny.❜❜

Signature Spell: PROBLEMS,, her signature spell allows her to fly without using her wings. [N] Faybelle's signature cast curses, especially when it can cause mischief.

❛❛Yeah yeah whatever...❜❜

❛❛he what's wrong dear?❜❜

❛❛Hahaha! "Dear" like I'm some princess saying that.!❜❜

❛❛Creepy dudes...❜❜

❛❛Oh please, you love the chaos I bring.❜❜

❛❛You think curses are scary? You should see what I can do with a little effort. ❜❜

❛❛I don’t need a happily ever after. I make my own ending.❜❜

Part 1.

FAYBELLE READER.

You were chaos wrapped in glittering wings, a walking, talking contradiction of charm and mischief. A troublemaker with a cause—your destiny, after all, was to be the villain, and you embraced it with a cheerleader’s flair.

“Ready? OKAY! Onesie, twosie, counting sheep! Drowsy teacher, go to sleep!”

Professor Trein barely managed a glare before his eyes rolled back, snoring mid-lecture. The class erupted in whispers, a mix of admiration and terror. You twirled your wand, smirking as you lay back on seat.

And that's when you felt it—an unnatural stillness. A weighty gaze, suffocating, intoxicating, whatever words you like to describe but it felt uncomfortable. You search for the source and then you found it, no more like them.

Diasomnia.

Oh okay totally not creepy.... You look at...

Lilia chuckled, fangs peeking past his lips. “Oh, my dear, what a delightful trick.” His crimson eyes gleamed with mischief, but there was something unreadable beneath. Thank you thank you. You thought.

Sebek, of course, was red in the face. “HUMAN! How dare you use such trivial magic so carelessly? That is unfit for someone under His Highness’s watchful gaze—” His Highness, what? Dude, I'm not human, but whatever.

Silver, rubbing his temples, sighed. “I… would prefer if you didn’t put people to sleep so recklessly.”, yeah yeah pretty boy.

And Malleus… oh, Malleus. He studied you like a rare treasure, amusement flickering in his eerie green eyes. “Curses, you say?” His voice was smooth, deliberate. “How fascinating. I wonder… could you curse me?”

Your heart skipped. The way he said it, with that deep, velvety intrigue, sent a shiver down your spine.

Your wings fluttered, lips curving into a sly grin. “You can't blame a girl for following her destiny.”

Lilia clapped his hands together. “Indeed! Perhaps we should help you embrace it fully. We wouldn’t want you to feel… unappreciated.” what!? okay...

Something in his tone made your stomach twist—excitement, fear, anticipation. It was unsettling to say the least.

Ehh this isn't too bad...

"Until you get it right!" Sebek's voice echoed through the training grounds, his frustration evident. [N], perched precariously on a branch high above, wondering where they heard before, stifled a giggle. "Oh my Seevveennn, my spirit squad has no spirit!" she muttered her signature spell, PROBLEMS, allowing her to soar effortlessly through the air without the use of her wings.

Below, Sebek continued to berate the hapless first-years, his attempts at instructing them in swordsmanship turning into a comical display of exasperated shouting. Silver, ever patient, tried to calm his junior, while Lilia, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, simply watched the chaos unfold.

[N] Faybelle, a witch from a faraway land, had arrived at Night Raven College with a reputation for mischief. Her signature spells, often cast with a mischievous grin and a muttered "Don't ask me why. Being bad is, like, the BEST!", were notorious for causing minor (and sometimes major) inconveniences.

Malleus, the Dorm Head of Diasomnia, had been intrigued from the moment he witnessed her effortlessly causing mischievousness. Her wild, untamed spirit, a stark contrast to the rigid order he was accustomed to, had captivated him.

At first, his interest was merely curiosity. He found himself drawn to her, observing her from afar, fascinated by her unconventional magic and her rebellious streak. But his fascination quickly morphed into something darker, a possessive obsession that consumed him.

He began to subtly interfere in her life, "accidentally" encountering her at every turn, "coincidentally" appearing whenever she was in trouble. He showered her with extravagant gifts, his intentions veiled beneath a facade of benevolent generosity.

[N], initially very much flattered by the attention of the powerful fae prince, soon began to feel a creeping unease. Malleus's presence was suffocating, his gaze heavy with a possessiveness that made her skin crawl. She felt that it was too much but yet this was her chance to get a shiny prince!

One evening, as she was preparing to retire to her room, she felt a sudden chill. "PROBLEMS, go to sleep." she muttered under her breath, casting a minor sleep spell on her unseen spy.

But instead of the expected drowsiness, a wave of dizziness washed over her, and the world tilted precariously. When she regained consciousness, she found herself in a room of unimaginable luxury, yet devoid of any windows.

Panic swelled within her. Where was she? What had happened? Did her spell backfire? It wasn't supposed to!? She felt a stare. She quickly turned around meeting...

Malleus, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity, stood before her. "You cannot escape me, my gem," he purred, his voice a silken trap. "You are mine."

Your heart pounded against your ribs. You struggled against the invisible force that held you captive, but it was futile. Malleus had woven an intricate web of magic around her, a gilded cage.

"Of course I would love a shiny prince buutt I like to be my destiny!," she had once declared, her voice filled with youthful bravado. Now, trapped within Malleus's suffocating embrace, she realized the true meaning of her words. Her destiny, it seemed, was to be their yes, not to him but to them, to be their prisoner, forever bound to them by an invisible chain of their magic.

Malleus Draconia:

"You are… different from the others. And I find that rather fascinating."

"A fellow wielder of curses… How curious. What other wonders are you hiding, little fae?"

"Fate has brought us together. Why resist it?"

"You say you walk alone, but I wonder… how long will it take before you realize you belong to us?

Lilia Vanrouge:

"Ah, such a mischievous little thing! You remind me of an old friend~"

"Trouble follows you like a shadow, my dear. Perhaps that’s why I enjoy watching you so much."

"Until you get it right… we’ll just have to keep you close, won’t we?"

Silver:

"You act like you don’t care, but I see the way your eyes light up when you cause mischief."

"I should stay away from you… but for some reason, I can’t."

"You're reckless. Someone has to make sure you don’t get yourself into too much trouble."

Sebek Zigvolt:

"Waka-sama finds you interesting, and that is the only reason I tolerate you!"

"You’re too unpredictable! It’s infuriating!"

"…Stop playing around. If you’re going to stay, then stay by our side."

They wanted to keep you.

No matter how much you try to maintain your independence, the members of Diasomnia are determined to keep you close. You are their dark jewel, a kindred spirit who understands fate and power in a way no one else does.

Diasomnia didn’t simply like you. NO THEY LOVE YOU!

And they will make sure you never forget it.

[dihydromorphinone]

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 i can't wait to taste you..

after watching her for over a year, tanner can't control his urges anymore and he goes to claim what, he thinks, is rightfully his.

— tanner x reader, reader/character is implied to be female and in luna's place, not really smut but very suggestive it was supposed to be a smut though, kinda dark themed(!!) but it is consensual somehow TT, stalking references, i'll definitely write a part two with smut 👅, been writing this for four months;; kinda feel like i could've done better

if you like it pls reblog!! ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

an: i wanted to try something new hehehe tell me if you like how it's written!! also dude... tanner voicelines are so cannibalistic and sexy,,, and i feel sooo bad i drank too much and i was sitting outside drinking beer with some random ahh guy at 3am and I'm pretty sure that something i took today got laced >_< this is my comfort fic yall.

tonight was oddly peaceful. the state of Montana, especially that one – someone would say cursed – town was the complete opposite of peace. with the sudden increase in crime; murder, kidnappings, disappearances mostly the city was covered with terror. the blueblood killer was definitely a real threat, a threat that is wandering free on the sickly covered in fog streets, while the poor citizens are left in the dark – and though he enjoys the exposition he has, for tanner it wasn't enough. it's never going to be enough.

he's cruel. psychotic, even. what sane person would happily murder so many of its own kind? none. and yet, there he was. enthusiastically setting feet rhythmically on the pavement, the heels of his elegant shoes making a barely audible 'click-clacks'. so much passion in each step; the same passion which drives him to inject toxins to humans and toying them with much visible sadism. tanner – the blueblood killer, had a very distinctive way of looking at the society. for him, it was nothing else than scum. trash, refuse; all the same. no human mattered to him. he treated mankind like a child would treat its toys; fun, but only for a moment. then the toy, or in tanner's case, a human can be tossed away into some corner, because it won't serve his purpose this well again. his definition of fun, however, was as cruel as he was. stalking, trespassing, closely observing his prey's emotional reactions and how the body and mind react separately depending on the circumstances and substances. his fun ends when the victim dies or acts repetitively – so he cherishes every moment of preying upon a human.

he found one exception, though – a young woman living not-so-far-away from his hideout; the captivating lady was a detective, with her home set close to the giant, maze-like forest, where the equally handsome doctor was spending his days, and if he wasn't out satiating his disgusting urges, nights. tanner has been watching her for over a year, falling prey to the female's plush lips, seemingly sweet demeanor and her abominable desires. in their own home, each human feels safe. the only place they can be themselves, do whatever they want to do. tanner pitied them - he always did. but for some reason, he still laughed at people who acted different indoors. he defied the whole purpose of safety, stripping the victim of it.

he’s stood in the shadows – where he preferred to be, for now. the thrill of being found was growing fonder and fonder on him, but now's not the right time, tanner would always repeatedly tell himself this like a mantra. like a plea to the sober-thinking part of him to let the other, more careless and darker part have some more fun. his thirst, though, for blood and flesh was just expanding more and more... insatiable, one would think. no matter how many victims would be reported, no matter how the blueblood killer's body count would go up, the urge was almost... attached to him.

through the tinted, mostly curtain-hidden windows, he could see her moving around. left and right she swayed, not getting enough sleep and forgetting basic self care because of her almost sick, he thought, altruistic urges. such a good, upstanding individual she was - someone to look up to, to worship... the woman deserved good, proper treatment only. especially from him - all the neglect is happening because his identity, still a secret, was wanted. tanner almost convinced himself that he feels pity and cries for her, being the source of her opposite of well-being, but in the end it's hard to judge and distinguish emotions while being hazed with mad, almost lusting feelings.

there was, however, no time to reflect the past actions, even if they're undoubtedly mingling with the present. he always did whatever his body and mind wanted, more or less heart. but he would be the last one to judge - there was no place for him and his 'sick' assessment. that being said, tanner finally realised he is in fact done waiting. their time together was pleasant and wholesome, but the urge will drive him to further madness if he won't do anyting about it soon. and since this isn't a mind matter, then it would be suitable to satisfy the flesh, disregarding the heart's wishes and indulge in the woman visible through the small gap in the curtains.

but his heart cannot be silenced this fast.

after searching for his trusted syringe and the mix of liquid midazolam and some other drug he put there previously, he cracked a small smile and sighed, being able to free himself after such a long time. his playtime with victims never lasted this long - this was but a miracle, something unexpected and ready to turn his peaceful, murderous life into something even more vile, dangerous and ruined. but the thought of disposing her like a loose trash didn't sit right with him; tanner was almost disgusted by the bare thought of causing her heart to stop permantly. he was having so much fun now, it'd be almost criminal... but, what is going to happen will eventually happen, so reveal himself to her, he shall.

the woman inside the cozy home was unaware of the terror right next her door, but even if she was - it didn't really matter. for her, the most important thing to do now was to catch that damned blueblood killer, to put end to the town's suffering... and her own grief. she's lost many of her friends and few family members to his wicked fantasies, and it only felt right to do something for the rapidly decreasing community. focused on her promethean task, she couldn't hear the light creak of her door and even lighter footsteps right behind her. only after tanner stood behind her, she could sense someone's presence. shiver ran down her spine, as she vividly remembered closing the door and definitely not inviting anyone, especially this late at night. fear paralyzed her, but then came the realisation.

it could be the blueblood killer. either she will get violently gutted, or she will make a life-changing discovery. and so, the captivating lady sighed, and prepared herself for the worst moments of her life. she turned around, surprising tanner. bold. she was definitely bold, unsure of the danger's scale, yet facing it bravely. his heart barely, but still, softened. endearing, so endearing... but it was too much for her. she closed her eyes right before facing him, squinting her eyes. his little plaything was even more captivating, he thought, smiling softly. though, she could never see it.

"who are you?" she asked, knowing well the answer is going to be fake or she will get no answer at all. or maybe some pistol on her forehead would be all she needed to know before her apparent, incoming demise? but she heard a small chuckle. "i'm the one you've been searching for. pardon me, miss, for keeping you up for so many nights. figured i'd better show myself in person."

his voice was oddly attractive. so pleasant to her ears, so pleasant she almost didn't get what he was saying - clearly, the murderer who got rid of solid few percents of the town's residents was before her, and he was aware of the search. well, it was obvious he will figure it out eventually, but the fact that he exactly knew that it was her... next thing she knew, his fingers were caressing her cheekbones, which made her open her eyes in a second. the sight made her lose her breath for a second.

the blueblood killer was undeniably handsome. sharp jaw, ideally shaped brows, perfect face ratio... not a single thing was wrong. he'd definitely pass as a model, or an angel, though the circumstances made her think of him as the devil. his appearance made it easy to sin. tempting. he was clearly her type, and deep inside of herself she was having a moral battle. she couldn't help the train of thoughts, all vile and lusting, all due to the bare sight of him. that didn't go unnoticed - tanner, as the aspiring master of knowing human reactions, realized she was captivated with him as much as she was with her. the syringe in his other hand, placed behind his back, almost fell to the floor. sweet, so sweet; it seems the paradise's gates won't be opened for him only.

"i've planned some fun activities for the two of us. don't worry, honey, you won't die. yet," the murderer smiled at the woman, terrified and enamored, still gazing at him. oh, how absurdly sweet she was... a perfect mix. with his large, gentle movements he still was caressing her cheek, but slowly moved down to her neck, tracing circles and various shapes. the lady was stunned - and tanner will also be as stunned as the detective, if he regains his mind clarity. but that did not matter; not for now, at least. she's here, next to him, looking at him with lust behind the pretty, sweet facade...

suddenly, the lady felt a sting on her neck. she hissed, and tanner shushed her, continuing to inject the tranquilizer liquid through the syringe. "this will only hurt for a while, i assure you. i wouldn't let you suffer for more, that is - unless you want me to," his poor, horrid jokes made her think about the event briefly, before losing consciousness. this is awful - she is awful, for even considering this monster as a human being, someone that could even potentially become her crush. but the shame can wait, she thought, as the man dressed in white lab coat and red tie came closer to her face and hovered above her, waving his hand as her eyes became droopy and eventually closed.

"good girl," tanner told her, though she couldn't hear those affectionate words. the effects were visible shortly - as if it were not for her perpetrator and his strong, muscular hands she would surely fall down, hitting herself and creating a possible injury. not today, tanner thought, not happening ever. why should she injure herself if the feared master of terror was always for her disposal? but even he wouldn't cut her too deep. the precious flesh of hers shall not be tainted with foolish, mortal-only limited bruises.

having his prized lady in his arms, he spared a few seconds more to admire her unconscious body. not like this was the first time he's seen it - this time was different, though, as he never actually held her like this. tanner closed his eyes swiftly, took a small, but deep breath and contemplated what to do next. it would be a shame to waste the precious liquid he just injected, though it was as precious as she was.

tanner knew her home well, sneaking inside when she wasn't home, and he was about to exploit this knowledge, just as he was about to exploit the sweet, sweet detective he oh-so-adored. holding her as softly as he could, but firm, he moved in the direction of her bedroom, clearly having some sort of a more detailed plan now. after entering, he put her still unconscious body on the big, fluffy bed and then went back to the living room to turn off the lights. should add some more vibes, tanner thought, grinning from ear to ear, as if it was his first time feeling happiness.

awakening from her slumber, she felt as if her wrists were restrained. and soon, she would learn her assumption was correct - although, it wasn't rope or anything extreme as she feared, no.. it was a fine, soft material, silk probably. sitting nice and tight on her skin. in her circumstances, getting tied up was the least she could worry about, and soon, she would find out; as the man's figure hovered over her body, multiple terrifying scenarios flashed her poor mind yet again. but was it surprising? no, it was expected even. her eyes became glassy, as if she'd cry in a second, at which tanner just... cooed. "oh, what's this now? i told you already, i won't let you suffer by my hand unless you want it," tanner replied, bringing his hand to her cheek and gently caressing her already tear-stained flawless skin.

the word gentle did not sit right with him, obviously. his actions were confusing to the extreme; but she wouldn't refuse anything the man would offer. not like she'd even be able to - but he made her think she has a choice and whatever happens next is up to her. what a cruel illusion - one of freedom and safety, that he won't take anything she doesn't want him to. in his mind, she was already his. equal to him, even, though he wouldn't like to see her running around with some sedatives, tranquilizing random people on the street like he does on some nights.

tanner did not retreat his hand, seeing his darling still conflicted but not showing any signs of reluctance. if anything, she was very compliant, and so he shall make sure she's rewarded for her obedience. "could you.. um.. untie me?" she asked, earning yet another one of tanner's smiles. what a silly girl, he thought, asking questions like this. but do whatever she wants him to do, he shall.

"no thrashing and squirming, okay? and i'll give you a piece of freedom," the man said, to which she nodded. she wouldn't want to cross him, never. bringing her arms closer, he slowly undid the bindings on her wrists, brushing his lips softly on the soft flesh of hers. it was somehow... intimate. the way he presented himself to her; she knew he's dangerous. one wrong move or word could probably get her killed, and yet - the way he is now with her speaks a whole different story. one couldn't just see him as a psychotic, sadistic murderer; not when his actions were those of a lover, not a killer. thinking about him in this way was surely a sin. the woman's train of thought, however, was rudely interrupted.

"stop thinking so much," he murmured against her ear. "no point in being so worried. i came here to do what i wanted for a long, long time, you know?" tanner started delicately biting the skin on her ear, chuckling a bit at his own words. "tonight, you shall become rightfully mine. i was thinking of claiming you in a different scenario but i just can't keep myself away from you, sweet girl." her breath hitched, in fear or excitement - she did not know. the anticipation, his face being so close to her own; she was surely about to go insane after tonight. and as tanner buried his face in her neck, she started trying to regain at least part of her mind's long gone clarity.

he's a murderer. a terrible person. he's creating hell on earth. she knows he is awful and she should scream in terror, but her fleshy, earthly desires are clouding her judgement a tad too much. up to this moment, she knew who he is - a killer. his sly antics tonight made her forget about his cruelty, but she shall see him as a criminal, a murderer yet again - he's going to kill her all the same, the difference will be the weapon of choice. he will stab her relentlessly all the same, but not with any blade or syringe. cursing her coveting mind, she brushed all concerns aside and let him have his way with her.

she's going to let him ruin her, deprave her - and she will enjoy every second of it.

[da2supremacy]

Rate Your OC

Tagged by @trage-deigh

Meinrad Thorne AKA Rook

Compassion: 10/10 All of the best and worst decisions of their life were made out of compassion. Or compassion induced rage. They're the same thing aren't they?

Bitterness: 2/10 Do they have some regrets in their life? Sure. Over all though Meinrad is pretty content in their lot in life. They're so impulsive they don't have a lot of time for festering bitterness bc the angry is often excised from their person immediately.

Happiness: 8/10 Life is pretty okay, you know? They've got some existential sadness but they're alive and the sun is shining. Life could be a lot worse.

Politeness: 6/10 Politeness gives social interactions a set of rules thus improving them immensely. However. It doesn't exactly come naturally. Meinrad is an eccentric. They may THINK they're following social conventions without actually doing so. They try tho.

Chivalry: 10/10 More rules! About courtesy and kindness and justice and shit. Yeah! They're so into that. They're well aware that the Wardens are not a chivalrous order but if they're part of an army they might as well pretend to follow it.

Pride: 7/10 They're okay. :3 They're pretty good with their hands and fixing stuff. They're nice. They have made age range and occupation typical accomplishments. They aren't very fond of their body but flesh is a prison, you know?

Honesty: 10/10 They're so bad at lying. My god. They can't lie for shit. they don't even try.

Bravery: 5/10 Mienrad is not especially brave by nature. They're really too passive for that. They have night terrors and god everything going on around them is pretty out of their depth. However. They WANT to be braver and they are part of an organization the fights entropy in physical form so they HAVE to be braver.

Recklessness: 10/10 They are so impulsive it's painful. The impulsiveness is how we get around the bravery. Whether it's terror or anger or desperation to see everyone out alive their moments of bravery tend to be moments of thoughtless impulsiveness as well. Very "By the seat of their ass" about everything important or difficult because if they think about it too long it becomes terrifying.

Ambition: 0/10 They literally do not want anything. They're a nightmare to shop for. Just glad to have you around ass motherfucker. They spent so much of their life sacrificing their own needs and desires that they just kind of forgot that they could want things.

Loyalty: 10/10 Mienrad is only in the Wardens bc they literally murdered a man for messing with one of their loved ones. They will kill for you. You don't even need to ask.

Love: 10/10 Mienrad does not feel any emotions by halves. When they're in they're all in. Love? Friendship? Work Colleagues? Did I stutter? All in.

Sense of Family: 7/10 "It's complicated" is probably the best way to describe their relationship with their actual family. They did love them very much but sometimes love isn't enough. Mienrad is, however, such an easy going kinda dude that they really find a "family' wherever they go.

Attractiveness: 7/10 Gotta take points of for the fact that I tried my hardest to make them look like the last time they had a good night's sleep was in 1984 although I don't think I managed to make them look older than their intended 35 years of age. Obviously, though, I find them attractive bc I made them. Wish I could make them obnoxiously blonder though.

Agility: 7/10 I'd say they're about as agile as a melee mage requires but Meinrad has a larger frame and they have a lot of scars that limit their mobility.

Sex Drive: 3/10 Mienrad is an asexual and tbh if they weren't with Emmrich who I imagine is very much NOT an asexual I don't think the fact that they could have sex would even occur to them. Not that they don't enjoy it, it's just not something on the forefront of their mind often. Probably a great way to get their insomniac ass to actually sleep though.

Taggin @bees-bees-fear this time. No obligation to do anything, though.

[lefaystrent]

Friendly Neighborhood Criminals

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: platonic Patton/Dark Sides

Summary: Sweet, adorable, mild-tempered Patton who's just beginning to come out of his shell and learn that the world maybe does not in fact hate him for being born... has now been taken under the wings of some well-meaning criminals.

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Patton can't quite figure out how he ended up here.

Well, he knows he's in his apartment. He had saved up for months just to afford the deposit. And the landlord had been so sweet to take a chance on him with his credit, or lack thereof. Now he has a space of his own, a one bedroom with hardwood floors he can slip and slide on socked feet. He can go to the fridge when he wants and not be yelled at for eating the food or drinking the water.

And sometimes! Sometimes a black and white kitty cat roams the front steps. Patton's fairly certain it belongs to one of the neighbors, and she wears a collar. He's not supposed to pet cats because of his allergies, but he likes to let her rub her sides against his pants leg while he talks to her. It's nice because she doesn't tell him to shut up or tell him he's stupid or call him ungrateful.

This apartment is his new chance at life. A slice of freedom. And he's proud of it.

But then one night, three men break into his apartment. They probably think he isn't there because there is no vehicle parked in his one assigned spot. Owning a car seems light-years away in terms of money. It's not like he really needs one either! He has a bus pass and two legs to walk on!

Regardless, the three men break into his apartment, picking the locked front door, and they come in uninvited to see his apartment that he is very proud of.

His apartment that has no furniture.

"What the fuck?" Patton hears one of them say. As soon as he heard them picking the lock, he panicked and cowered behind the bedroom door. He huddles now on the other side, peeking out the crack and scared that closing it will make too much noise.

"Is this one empty?" another asks. They walk into the center of the small living area. It's an open space that melds into the kitchen, separated only by a short island counter.

"No, I've seen a guy coming in and out. Someone's been living here."

"Maybe they just moved out?"

"No, I just saw him earlier today. There haven't been any moving vans."

"Uh, bedroom then?"

"Oh God," Patton shudders in fright. He knows he's not supposed to think the worst in people, but these guys came in without permission with clearly bad intentions. What if they are looking for him? What if they want to hurt him? Or kidnap him? They had obviously been watching him for some time.

"Maybe. Let's check it out."

Terror slams into him. He throws himself away from the door and spins in the middle of the bedroom, searching for any place to hide. But there isn't one. There are no curtains, no bed to crawl under. There is a blanket on the floor with a pillow. He's been saving up for an air mattress as his next goal. He's been looking forward to sleeping on something somewhat soft.

The tiny closet has no room to hold him, and the window jams up nine times out of ten. They'll hear him if he attempts pushing the pane up and–

The door creaks as it sways open. Three men stare at a scattered-brain mess.

"Oh shit, he's here!"

"I thought you said he left!"

"I thought he did!"

Patton can't take it anymore. He throws up his hands and screams, "Please don't kill me! I can give you my wallet. There's not much in there, I'm sorry. Just please don't kill me!"

"Dude, is that where you sleep?" one of them gestures to the blanket pile on the floor.

Sniffling back tears, Patton responds, "Do you want my blankets? You can have them."

"Do you seriously live here, or are you squatting?" another says. He's wearing a hat. It's a very nice hat and Patton would tell him so if he wasn't about to pee his pants.

"I live here....it's my apartment."

"There's no shame if you're squatting. We won't tell anyone. Do what you gotta do."

A hysterical giggle tumbles out his lips. Patton shakes his head hard enough to give himself whiplash. "No, it's my place, I pay for it, I swear."

"You mean you live like this?" This one wears a dark hooded jacket, hood up.

"Y-yeah?" Patton stammers. He can't understand why they're so hung up on where he lives.

"This is..." the third one strokes his mustache, "Yeah, I can't even make fun of this. This is just sad."

"Do you have food in your fridge?" the hat guy demands. "Please tell me you at least have food in your fridge."

"Uh....uh... yes? Are you hungry?"

In answer, the hat guy strides with angry purpose into the kitchen. Patton can't see him from this angle anymore, but he hears the fridge open.

"There's literally only spaghetti in here!"

"It's...it's cheap to make." Patton doesn't know why he's explaining himself. Had he known that three men were going to break into his apartment, should he have prepared better meals for them?

"Can I have some?" the guy with the mustache asks, only to be cuffed by the hoodie guy.

"Dude, not the issue here."

"Why is there only pasta?!! Why don't you have any tables or TVs or a fucking bed?!!!"

The hat guy had gone past the boiling point. He hollers and slams cabinet doors like no tomorrow. Patton flinches and remembers too vividly of the atmosphere before the apartment. Before he was safe.

"I'm sorry," Patton defaults to how he's supposed to respond. He has been bad and he has to make amends. The tears overflow now and he can't get his shaking hands to wipe the wet streaks away. "I'm so sorry!"

"Oh shit, he's breaking. Virge, do something?"

"What the hell am I supposed to do?! I am not mentally equipped for this!"

"Janny!!"

The hat guy comes whirling back with all the fury of a storm. His shoulders heave. A gloved finger points straight at Patton.

"You!" he roars. Well, it's more like a hiss, but it sounds like a roar to Patton's sensitive ears.

"I'm sorry!"

"You have nothing to apologize for! Obviously, society has let you down. This is unforgivable. Deplorable! You deserve better than this."

"I do?" Patton questions, glasses askew and eyes wide.

"Yes. Come boys, we're leaving."

"Wait, why? Where?" Virge exclaims, waving his hands back and forth at everything and nothing at all. "What are we doing? This isn't the plan."

"New plan! Operation Do-It-Ourselves commences now."

And that is how Patton finds himself standing outside his apartment the next morning watching the three theives from last night moving furniture into his apartment.

He doesn't question if the furniture is stolen. He doesn't ask why they're going through so much trouble. He doesn't ever call the police.

He watches them bicker as they wedge a sofa through the door. He mumbles an answer when they politely ask him which wall he wants it pushed against. He eats the breakfast sandwiches that they brought him, and he feels like he's having an out of body experience.

Janus, the hat guy, directs the other two with confident authority. Virgil, the hoodie-clad one, fills up the fridge with groceries. Remus, the man with the mustache, shoves a mattress into the bedroom.

"What's happening?" Patton mutters to himself later. He thinks he's being quiet enough, but Remus hears him and throws an arm over his shoulder.

"Janus has adopted you. This is how it starts. It's best to just go with it."

Sweet, adorable, mild-tempered Patton who's just beginning to come out of his shell and learn that the world maybe does not in fact hate him for being born... has now been taken under the wings of some well-meaning criminals.

[yume-chin]

Why me (Leo)

This work was initially supposed to be a small collection of one-shorts / scenarios for all four turtles but when I finished writing for Leonardo I realized that I had written a lot and for this reason I finally published only him.

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Request: No

Warning: Just a little angst and bad English

Genre: She/her

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Pov: Leo still can't explain how a beautiful girl like you ended up with him and therefore begins to get caught up in the doubts and anxiety of you that sooner or later you could leave him for someone better.

Version: Bayverse / 2014/2016

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It all started on a cool evening. All was calm in the streets of New York and the young ninja was enjoying the fresh air on top of a rooftop. All was quiet but Leo's attention was caught by giggles under the street.

Intrigued, he looked out slightly to notice a happy and carefree couple walking and giggling hand in hand. On any other occasion everything would have been normal, but not this time.

The young man was overwhelmed by a series of thoughts that stopped him instantly. "Why would a girl like Y/n be with a guy like him? She's literally a mutant turtle who fights evil but at the same time terrorizes the people she saves. She can't offer him anything, not even a normal date, because we're honestly, there's nothing normal about him."

The ninja's thoughts disappeared when the three brothers called him worried.

"Dude, are you okay?" Mikey asked concerned. "You seem distracted, that's not like you," Donnie added.

"It's ok" the leader tried to reassure "I just… I think it's time to go back to the den, we finished today's patrol" he said heading towards the manhole without leaving any way for the brothers to argue back.

Once they all returned to the den, Leo quickly went to his room, leaving the three brothers displaced for the second time.

"But what's wrong with him?" complained Raph "first he's mesmerized like a fool staring and thinking about who knows what and then he doesn't even give us explanations of his behavior." he added.

"At first I thought he'd gotten sick on patrol but on our way back to the den I did a quick scan and everything seems normal…" Donnie added.

"he was quiet until there was a couple laughing, he looked out to check and then he stopped there… dude… who knows what makes it so strange…" Mikey concluded not realizing to have given important information.

Donnie and Raph looked at each other for a few seconds until the redhead spoke "do you think that's why…"

The purple turned to the door closed by their leader and then answered "probably… otherwise there would be no other explanation for the sudden change in his attitude"

Mikey looked at them questioning "What are you talking about?"

"I understand what Leo has but for now the best thing is to wait for tomorrow morning, so now let's think about going to bed" Donnie concluded and then headed towards his room.

The orange stood there confused and then turned to Raph in the hope that at least he would explain what had happened.

The redhead, however, nodded to him and then also went to his room.

Mikey stood there even more confused but finally went to sleep too, too tired to try to harass the brothers for answers.

The night passed peacefully for everyone, for everyone except Leo, who spent the night thinking about Y/n and their relationship.

The morning arrived and with it Y/n also arrived, equipped with steaming croissants for the boys' breakfast.

By now it was a habit for her to bring the boys hot croissants on Sunday morning and obviously this Sunday was no different from all the others.

The young woman was welcomed with open arms by a happy and hungry Mikey, in fact she didn't understand if the young man's happiness was due to her presence or to the arrival of the croissants.

The fact is that after giving each of the boys present their croissants she was surprised not to see her boyfriend in his usual place.

"Guys, did something happen to Leo? Why isn't he here too?" she asked worried looking at the three brothers.

"It's been weird since yesterday," Mikey began, "weirder than usual," Raph added, "and we thought you might do something to help him," Donnie concluded, pointing to his brother's door.

The young woman nodded "I'll take care of it" she said and then headed towards the boy's room.

She knocked softly but received no answer. Then she knocked again, but still nothing. She knock a third time but still not receiving an answer, she decides to open the door and enter-

The room was dark, but from the glimmer of light she could see the figure of her boyfriend still lying and covered on the bed.

"Love…" she tried to softly call her boyfriend without however receiving an answer.

She stood there for a moment and then approached the bed. "honey… is everything alright…?" she asked now arrived in bed and gently stroking the boy's head.

She didn't receive a real verbal response, instead she felt the boy tremble slightly.

"Leo, please, what's going on? I'm worried… I would like to know what's happening to you and I would like to help you in any way…" the h/c said continuing to stroke the young man's head.

Suddenly the boy sat up and turned his gaze towards the girl.

"Everything ok love…?" she asked extending his hand towards the leader's cheek and starting to caress it with his thumb.

Initially she received no response but shortly after the blue took her hand and pulled it away from his face. "You don't have to stay with me, you know that…?" the boy said.

The young woman frowned "What are you talking about Leo?"

"I'm talking about the fact that you don't have to stay with me, if you've changed your mind now you can tell me calmly. I don't want to force you to stay with someone like me, on the contrary… I'd probably understand you…"

"Did you hit your head last night?"

"I'm not kidding Y/n, why me? Why not another guy? Better looking and more normal than me. A guy who can take you on a normal date in normal places. I can't do all of this. I can't give you a normal life."

"And who ever said that I want a normal life?"

Leo stood silently watching her.

The young woman grabbed his face with both hands and looked him straight in the eyes "I love you for who you are, I don't care about having a normal life and having normal appointments, the only thing I want is to be with you Leo You're just amazing, you're a wonderful brother, a wonderful leader but most of all, a wonderful boyfriend" she smiled kindly "besides who would give me a fun family like yours and amazing dates like yours?" she chuckles making Leo chuckle too.

"What I'm trying to tell you is that I love you with all my being and I would have loved you regardless of what you are, what you were, and what you will become" she remains silent for a moment "maybe if you were a spider I could have have a few issues but no matter what you are all i want and need are you i love you leo ​​and i will always love you"

The only answer she received was Leo who grabbed her and brought she close to him for a long and sweet kiss, a kiss that contained all the love that one had towards the other.

She move away from the kiss Y/n smiled and moved away to take the young man's band. She approached the boy again and tied the blue band around his face and then grabbed his hand.

"I love you so much baby, I'm really lucky to have you in my life" said the young man smiling at his beloved.

"The same goes for me, but maybe now it's time to go to the kitchen if you don't want Mikey to eat your croissant" the girl chuckled still holding his hand and guiding him towards the exit of her room.

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I was literally about to cry while writing this one-short

I didn't think it would hurt so much (╥﹏╥)

I hope you enjoyed it anyway

A big hug ♡

[gurggggleburgle]

OK but like... the thing about corpses is that they're not like a stable thing that holds together under pressure and stress. So like we know Binghe cuddled Sqq's corpse but like... logistically did he actually sleep with the corpse.

And I know what you're thinking l: dude we have proof.

To which I will say, " Binghe is a traumatized little meow meow with abandonment issues and anxiety. He absolutely squeezes pillows tight. And corpses will bruise."

Anyway what I'm saying is that I think Binghe used to full cuddle and sleep with Shen Qingqiu's corpse like a life sized anime sex doll but then one day he had a night terror and accidently squeezed the neck or torso and it popped like a grape and man spent a week absolutely terrified and fixing it so nobody would no sobbing in repentance the whole time and prays Shen Yuan will never notice or ask.

Also you cannot tell me that him and Liu Qinnge haven't played hot potato with the corpse before. I think every time prior SQQ has been fully dressed and posed somewhere in the palace or sitting in a glass coffin or some shit and this was the first time he saw that Binghe was sleeping with a corpse. But I think they have absolutely hot potatoed with this dead body before.

And binghe fixes any bruising or damage after it's over while redoing the corpses hair like they're a prized BJD.

I will also accept the option of a modesty barrier on the bed in the form of a pillow wall so they don't touch.

Or that binghe ties himself to the bed posts or just full hogtied his arms so he can't even grab his Shizun and he's been doing this for the entire time

[celibatevegan]

processing like mental health stuff

Been thinking lately about my mother's deteriorating mental state and how it affected me as a child and how it's affecting her to this day worse and worse in recent years and how sometimes I notice things that I say or do or how I react to certain triggers and I see my mother in myself and I wonder like if she has some undiagnosed mental illness (namely schizophrenia I'm 99% certain she has schizophrenia and I notice the same like patterns in my thinking sometimes and I'm aware of it so I can squash it quickly but it still weirds me out) that she's passed on to me and exacerbated through my upbringing. And I'm thinking she had me around the age that I am now and I think she was still ok then but by the time I was 8-9 she was terrorizing us and that shit was going down with her job. I think her mom dying made it worse too ofc she got really bad after her mom died I don't think she ever processed it properly. What I need is like a therapist I need to see what my insurance will cover but I also need to see like a regular doctor at some point too. I think I need to get my space cleaned and my sleep schedule back together and that'll help me manage the delusions until I can see someone about it it's been a bit worse this week because I haven't been sleeping well. I nearly crashed out because I had the hiccups last night like yeah I can't be acting like that I think it was the whole thinking of self harm over having the hiccups of it all that like that was a bit scary but it's happened before dude I need to fix it

Like yeah I'm smart though and I've developed a lot of coping mechanisms and I am not going to give into the paranoid thoughts people like me and value me and I am a nice person and I am going to be ok. I am not my mother. I do not fear the world. I healed myself when I was in high school and I'm not going to be like her

[commander-peeper]

Diary of a commander

On June 29th commander peepers was writing in his logbook here's what he wrote:logdate 7712: I've been trying to get work done but somethings been holding me back I don't know what it is but it might relate to me and my boss, Lord hater he's in my brain 24/7 and I can't get him out of my mind. I'm sure all commanders admire their leader but this feels different like he's a really really close friend of mine but I don't think of him as anything more than my friend yeah I might think he's hot but-...no it can't be i-i have a crush on my boss!! peepers stopped writing and stared at the book looking terrified. ANDY:ummm I heard you writing so while you were distracted I read your book out loud while I was recording annd I think every single watchdog on the ship knows you.. have a crush on Lord hater. .... Andy why would you READ MY PRIVATE LOGBOOK!!! before peepers could yell at Andy anymore then he already has a group of watchdogs came in the room. WATCHDOG 1:are you and Lord hater getting married. WHAT NO OF COURSE NOT WHY WOULD I MARRY A HOT SKELETON MAN!! WATCHDOG 2: you think haters hot???!! NOOO!!I DID NOT CALL HIM THAT I REPEAT I DID NOT CALL HIM HOT! right after he thought that he answered everyone's questions about him and Lord hater he found out that wander was there the whole time and that he knew everything he was going to tell everyone ESPECIALLY LORD HATER. WANDER W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??!! Peepers said, shivering in terror. Heya Mr peepers I heard you LoVe hater AND you two DO have chemistry together sooo I hope I can help with the wedding, Mr peepers. Wander giggles in joy. THERE ISN'T GOING TO BE A WEDDING OR ANYTHING AT ALL!! Why do ya say that? wander questionend. B-BE-BECAUSE.. BECAUSE AGHHH I DON'T KNOW, WANDER I REALLY REALLY DON'T KNOW I WANNA GET MARRIED WITH HIM HAVE CHILDREN AND YOU HOST OUR WEDDING BUT HATER IS STRAIGHT AND I'M NOT. Peepers sobs while wander is trying to cheer him up and it worked. The next day wander and peepers made a plan to ask hater to be his boyfriend but they can't do today because he's out on vacation for the week. That night hater couldn't sleep so he talked to the nearest person that wasn't asleep. after hours of chatting with the bartender he finally says this"I think I'm in love with my commander"after the conversation he had with his bartender all he could think of is peepers and himself kissing, hugging and cuddling with each other so he came home back to the ship earlier so he can sort out his feelings for his commander. Next day the day peepers confesses his feelings to hater but little did he know he felt the same as him. As he's walking his way to his true love with wander recording to capture this moment. He finally found him and said this:SIR SIR I NEED TO TALK TO YOU. WHAT DID YA SAY DUDE. I SAID I NEED TO TALK TO YOU, SIR. OKAY I'M COMING. why were you on the top of the ship? I don't know I got stuck. Well now that I know that I'll get to the point. Dear Lord hater I've known you for some time now and we've been best friends since the start but that isn't enough for me I want more so Lord hater would you be so kind and be my boyfriend.hater gasps. Of course I do why would I not peeps your the best thing that's happened to me in my entire life and I love you too. THE END OMG THIS TOOK FOREVER TO WRITE HOLY COW IT TOOK SO LONG

[allsparkbox-tfrp]

41. which ocs enjoy gazing at the sky?

42. which ocs have the most patience?

(Oc ask game)

41. which ocs enjoy gazing at the sky?

(All of them)

(However it is more meaningful to Ore, Gadget and Stormflash)

(Ore - being stuck in the caves for so long meant they never got to see it, when they first did they kinda lost track of time until the sun rose)

(Gadget - They're a nerd for anything, and enjoy peace and quiet. It's also a way to remind themselves that somewhere out there someone on Earth is doing the same.)

(Stormflash - When he ever gets a break to just relax he takes it. Dude can't sleep at all so this has become his alone time. Also does it a lot with Gadget when she gets night terrors)

42. which ocs have the most patience?

(Ore - #1 winner of staying still for more than half their lives (does NOT recommend ))

(Stormflash - It takes so much to piss him off, he has the patience of a saint. Some might consider him a push over or a stone wall for not reacting but once you repeatedly push the wrong button, you'll see how he values action over words)

(Spearmint - mastered the art of standing in one place for cycles and cycles on end, lots of office work and problem solving helped cultivate their patience)

[weirdstuffinthewoods]

Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark

I'm awful at starting niche blogs, so I'm trying to stick to what I know and love. Something I know very well and love very much is this box set right here that I'm still mad at myself for getting rid of (I bought the 3-book treasury it's just not the SAME)

If you're a millennial of any age, you were probably traumatized by one or more of these bad boys. Alvin Schwartz sat down in the late 70s (book 1 was published in 1981!) and said, "you know what? I'm gonna scare the pants off a bunch of kids and they'll thank me for it later." And you know what? I kinda do.

I've spent a lot of time trying to find the root of my horror obsession, and I thought it was seeing the 1990 made-for-TV version of IT at a sleepover in 3rd grade, which resulted in two traumatic years of night terrors, calmed only by...reading the book it was based on? And then all of Stephen King's other works that were definitely not appropriate for a barely 9-10 year old? (For years, I'd skip the adulthood sections of IT when I read it because I found them so boring, so I had a half-finished story in my mind. Go figure.) But that wasn't it. I thought maybe it was finding the Informania: Ghosts and Informania: Vampires books at the Scholastic Book Fair and poring over them obsessively for years (more on this at a later date) but nope.

It was Scary Stories, Alvin Schwartz, and Stephen Gammell.

If you want some of the story surrounding these books, I recommend the Prime/Freevee documentary "Scary Stories". I remember none of it, but that's the ADHD and I can't help it.

From a quick Wikipedia search (they have never steered me wrong and this is a for-fun blog y'all), it looks like Alvin Schwartz is a folklore dude, which I aspire to be. He published multiple other kids' books of folklore aside from the Scary Stories trilogy, including A Twister of Twists, A Tangler of Tongues, but these were illustrated by a dude named Glen Rounds and I mean look:

A little weird, but not nightmare-inducing by any means. Although the amount of hair is concerning. American folklore gets lost in the shuffle a lot so it's cool for kids to see it. Then, a bit before 1981, he meets this fuckin' guy:

Who yes appears harmless but single-handedly molded me as a person with just some watercolor and pencil. Without his illustrations, Scary Stories wouldn't have the legacy they do today. Proof? The books were rereleased in 2011 with different illustrations. From the guy who illustrated the Series of Unfortunate Events books (Brett Helquist). I'm sure those were fine but like come on.

as compared to

Which one is a kid (ie me) going to cover with one hand while desperately trying to read the other page?

Stephen Gammell has a decades-long career which is briefly highlighted in this Bloody Disgusting article, excitingly enough. Before Scary Stories, he actually did another scary book series for kids which has some unsettling illustrations

and he did some historical illustrations for stuff like Thunder at Gettysburg and Terrible Things: An Allegory of the Holocaust which no I will not be looking up because I need to sleep tonight.

The article also goes on to mention how amazing Schwartz's research abilities were considering none of these stories were original- they were just collected from around the US and the world and compiled into a (not kid-friendly, no, but) kid-interesting version. There were also audiobooks (books on cassette? I guess?) for at least one of them so I assume all three, and I distinctly remember (I'll point to the exact stories later):

sitting:

-in broad daylight

-at the reading table in my classroom, probably 3rd grade too

-headphones on, volume up

-sweating absolute buckets because I was listening to this baby which ETSY SOMEHOW HAD

ARE YOU JOKING ETSY??? I'm okay though I don't need the nightmares back.

George S. Irving deserved every penny he got for this work and a whole lot more because that man scared the shit out of me. Also found out as I was reading his Wikipedia article that he played Heat Miser in The Year Without A Santa Claus. Well. The more you know, I guess.

Anyway, going forward, I'm going to go in depth on some of my favorites, and hopefully you come with! Send me questions or suggestions on stuff you want me to talk about or look at :)

Also yes I've seen the movie no I will not talk about it here but maybe later because it's been awhile since I saw it

[hegoeshardasfuck]

definitely just friends

wordcount: 2.9K

tags: fluff and smut, semi-public sex, living together, crossdressing, biting, highschool bathroom sex, fingering, human/troll society, they're mature in Troll years but in human years they should be in school, porn with some plot

synopsis: Eridan and Karkat are roommates, they go to human school, they share a bed, they're perfect friends, a little bit of spiked punch probably can't change the just friends bit.

note: erikar go brrrrrrrr, i love it when a twink in a dress dominates a short dude, it makes my brain happy. hope ya'll enjoy and if ya do considering dropping a like or checking the Ao3 port.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42964926

Eridan Ampora and Karkat Vantas have been living together for three months now.

They shared a small apartment, the rest of the Trolls on the same floor as well. It was in the middle of a small city that a lot of Trolls have integrated into. The locals don't seem to mind them at all, some are willing to learn tradition and display it in small ways as well. The four humans that had moved there with them would've acted as ambassadors if not for cousins of Trolls already existing there.

Of course, tension is high as the need for quadrants slowly dissolves for Trolls and desire to learn about it intensifies for humans. Its awkward as the Trolls explain why the quadrants ever existed to the humans, some of them are disgusted, others intrigued. A good deal of them try so hard to find a way to accommodate for lack quadrant fillers for Trolls, and most succeed.

Which resulted in Sollux finding a new partner to be his Kismesis, leaving Eridan behind completely. Eridans flush crush, who he really says he didn't have one for, has also left him behind for Aradia who has flesh again and can forgive and love. His second choice of Kismesis is already out there vacillitating with Tavros, and he can't handle the lack of concuspicent romance in his life. And even he doesn't really hate Vriska, he wouldn't fuck her if he got paid to do it, and his flush crush, well, that one is already taken by someone.

Eridan hasn't been doing very well since joining earth.

And Karkat has to deal with his stupid brooding the entire time he goes through it even as he deals with his own problems. Dave and John have started dating, giving thanks to him for closing the gap and that they could still be friends. His Kismesis and Matesprit alike now lost in an endless romance between each other and hes a third wheel onxe again. His second idea for flush crush and hated rival have also found new partners, flush crush with Equius and hated rival with Feferi. He didn't really hate Nepeta, or flush for Aradia when he thought about it, he just told himself that he did to make up for lack of intense romance.

Karkats life hasn't been treating him very good either.

And Eridan feels he has to deal with his annoying brooding throughout all of it even with his own problems in his life.

But they wouldn't take a different roommate for anything.

All of their friends keep on saying that if its tense they should just get a different roomie and switch with someone. They always say no in a fierce tone, a hiss of protective obsession in their voice as they do so.

They've shared an apartment for so long it would be impossible to just stop at this point.

The soft vibrating hum emitting from gills whenever Eridan sleeps that soothed Karkats insomnia riddled nights. The nubby horns digging into his back because of Karkat being impatient for affection. The sheer terror on Eridans face whenever Karkat starts cooking anything on the stovetop. The sleep talking declarations of loving each other after getting blankets yanked or kicks in the back. And the teasing jokes and jabs at how stupid their crushes are for leaving a Troll as perfect as the other.

Without any of that…

There would be nothing worth waking up for.

And they can't see that.

It took their friends a while, but eventually they noticed the subtle signs even they are ignorant to.

During parties they always idle at each others sides or even go so far as dancing together sometimes in non formal areas. When they all go eat out only one needs to order as they know for each other and get defensive if an order is messed up. If they ever head to a big city on vacation or just for a short visit their arms are always intertwined so they don't get lost.

Sure, it isn't subtle, but they don't realize just how important they are to each other.

Misery loves company their friends supposed.

And they still all had one last year of human school, so they attended it for the last few months. None of them learned anything they didn't already know, except for Terezi who learned about the legal system. It was a very stressful place on earth and their four human friends helped them coast from class to class day to day as the survived.

Then prom was revealed.

A big ass fucking dance that was formal, it had a dress code of something nice and a ruleset of no alcohol, drugs or sex.

All the Trolls where beyond sure that at least two of those rules got broken each year, Dave nodded solemnly at the statement. Dave explained prom to the best of his ability with the help of his human friends and the Trolls all nodded along.

And then Dave explained that a partner was a necessity, that had Karkat and Eridan freezing, the rest already had one, and they didn't. Sure they could go as friends as a last resort, but they were two guys, that still isn't really a thing on earth. They bartered with Dave and the principal and teachers alike as to allowing gay couples into the prom, or a pair of affectionate friends at least, they all said it was unheard of.

Fine then.

Be that way teaching system.

Eridan was a lot more furious than Karkat who was fine not going cause they had no partners, Eridan wanted to go so bad though. They couldn't say they were gay, not allowed, and they couldn't go as friends either. Luckily, Eridan made a very convincing lady, all it took was a change of glasses and a purple dress and he was golden, effeminate already.

Now, shockingly enough despite all the time they spend together, Karkat had never seen Eridan in a dress.

So when the Violet blood walked out of the bathroom, he had Karkat sputtering.

"Well, pretty convincing right?" Eridan asked, this specific dress a deep purple form fitting at his waist but looser everywhere else, especially his chest, which on the dress he had sewn a small amount of fluff into.

Karkat was speechless, he could barely form a thought as his face burned a bright red. By the time was getting close to forming a thought Eridan did a few twirls to make sure it wouldn't start riding up or the streps start slipping down. It took Karkat a whole minute to form a single sentence.

"You have hips?" Was what Karkat said, it had Eridan grinning.

"Of course I do, I just don't show it off like some whore on their nineth sweep," Eridan stated, rolling his eyes just a little bit as he did so.

"Right, right, quick question," Karkat said, Eridan raised a brow between now almost oval glasses, they were a lot less square and more rounded and sharp at the top corners, like cat eyes, "how come I've never seen you in a dress before?"

"You have, I wear them all the time in public, you just never realized it was me," Eridan explained as he began searching for his extremely short coat, it had three quarter sleeves and was black with his symbol embroidered on the chest pocket.

"Ah, ok, do you know where my suit is?" Karkat asked, looking to the floor, noticing Eridan was wearing light purple lace up sandal-esque shoes that had heels at least an inch thick.

"Yes I know where that pathetic item is, look in your closet, it should be there," Eridan said as he slid on his coat, he made his way to the bathroom next to start doing some light makeup.

"Thanks!" Karkat shouted through the walk to Eridan as he changed, thinking real long and hard about that dress, gog he would look amazing in one of Kanayas old skirts.

Fifteen minutes passed full of witty banter and Eridan correcting how Karkat tucked in his shirt and did his hair and so on. By the time they were finished preparing, Karkat was still a scuzzy little fuck with an effeminate friend who was absolutely slaying. Eridan was a bit disappointed he couldn't convince Karkat to use a single layer of black lip stain as it would make his lips pop more.

But alas, time was up and the clock was ticking and they were on their way down, finding a seemingly fine Bro Strider who was freaking out on the inside as Trolls piled into his truck with extensions. Most of them were in dresses and suits, except for Gamzee who found his cleanest shirt and nicest pants and called it a day, Kanaya just wearing what she always did with a different shirt. Five humans and two Trolls sat in the front end of the truck, ten Trolls piled up and compacted in place like Tetris in the back of the truck.

The drive may have been externally short, but the mix of country, ska and punk blasting from the speakers made it feel longer. The entire ride Bro was gripping the steering wheel beyond tight, if he accidentally fucked up, he could he held accountable for how many deaths? More than he could normally imagine being held accountable for, so he tried to silence chitchat with music.

When they arrived, Bro opened the trunk and a group of Trolls fell to the pavement, rebounding instantly. Everyone gave their prompt thanks to Bro before heading inside, Dave leaving with a short squeeze of a hug.

Now, the dance in itself was chaos.

People fucking everywhere, music so damn loud, the amount of movement, oh fuck it was crazy. All of the Trolls stuck together, most of them breaking into smaller groups until they were separated into pairs of two. Their was dancing, and they danced hard, they were what, eight songs in when two headed to the punch table. Eridan and Karkat, they each grabbed a cup and poured one for each other, clinking glasses. They drank swiftly, and it almost burned on the way down, oh yeah, this was spiked. That fact alone had Eridan going for seconds, Karkat as well, it was fun, it was breaking the rules, they didn't care.

And then, at this point Eridans gills were fluttering as a telltale sign he was starting to get a hit tipsy, a slow song started playing.

The two made eye contact, Karkat holding out a hand that Eridan grabbed as they made their way to the center of the room where every other pair was.

"Can I have this dance?" Karkat asked, it was a stupid question.

"Of course, my good sir," Eridan faked a curtsy as he spoke, giving a soft giggle as he took Karkats hands.

Sure, the song was slow, but it was picking up, and with it, so did Eridan and Karkat. Where most stayed slow even as the song called for flair, the two started going faster. Eventually they had their chests flush against each other and were practically sharing breathes, arms splayed out. Then they continued after a short moment, hitting John and Dave who were trying not to get caught, they didn't make a deal out of it. By the end of it all, Eridan had Karkat dipping to the ground, he was burning up, feisty bitch of a Violet blood. Eridan was grinning as he pulled up Karkat, nearly giggling, he was so flustered, it was just a simple move he learned.

"Oh fuck me," Karkat muttered as he gripped Eridans hand tightly, dragging him away from the crowd, the sight of his face peppered in a booze blush of Violet to much to handle.

"We should tell, one of our friends first," Eridan said as they traversed to the exit of the gymnasium.

"They know someones gonna fuck, this years its us, where did the stalls go?" Karkat questioned as he pulled Eridan out the door and into the near vacant halls where they could find Rose and Kanaya chatting, they almost went to speak before seeing the two of them heading for the washrooms.

"Hook a left," Eridan said as though it was fact.

And Karkat did hook a left, he hooked a left so hard Eridan nearly tripped on his sandals. Karkat threw open the washroom doors, finding some poor fool making use of one of the urinals, they saw and didn't say a word about it. It was Eridan who threw Karkat into the stall, slamming the door shut and their backs pressed against either side with a very small amount of wiggle room.

"I'm sorry," Eridan mumbled, this felt so wrong and so right, a mutant with a Violet, he was saying sorry but why, instinct, a reflex, on Alternia both would be culled.

"Fuck me," was what Karkat said, unable to produce much more as he yanked off his suit pants, bulge staining underwear red already, Eridan hiked up his skirt, tying it in place with a belt and safety pins, his bukge also coming undone.

Eridan gripped Karkats middle, gently lifting him off the ground, Karkat pressed his feet to the wall across from him as he was pressed to the other wall. Oh fuck, this stall is gonna be wrecked, his bulge writhes and oozes red that drips to tile floor below. Eridan grips it, claws digging in slightly, and Karkat moans his sweet moan, so, so perfect. Eridan continues to run his claws along sensitive flesh, dipping barely into the nook as he presses kisses and marks along Karkats neck.

Claws threaten to tear open the black tuxedo as they go to undo buttons and get more skin, its smattered in red due to the amount pumping through Karats blood. Karkats hands are pressed against the stall wall as Eridan fondles him and traces fangs along the soft flesh of his neck, biting and suckling to make a point. He'll be covered in bruises by the end of this, he releases another moan as the base of his bulge is gripped. He cums on the spot, a copious amount of slurry escaping him and staining the floor below.

Eridans bulge is writhing, livid it hasn't gotten any attention yet and the Violet blood is panting as he marks his lover in bites. He digs two fingers into Karkats nook, he nearly shrieks as claws threaten to tear but don't. His insides are velvet soft, and they ooze red, Eridan pumps his fingers and more red slips out between them. The scent alone is delectable, so sweet and intoxicating it has his gills fluttering as he presses closer to Karkat until their chests are against each other again.

Karkats panting and hot breath washes over Eridan as he brings his slurry coated fingers to his lips and sucks off the material. The taste is fine to him, rich and fruity with a hint of metal, he supposes not many others would find it delicious as well. He doesn't care, he brings Karkat in for a kiss, one tongue forked the other not, one of his hands keeps Karkats wrist pressed to the stall, the other guiding bulge into nook. Karkats eyes flutter shut for a moment as he moans into the kiss, Eridans bulge thick in his nook and oozing Violet that drips between their legs to the floor below.

Its perfect, all of this.

Sure, Karkats just a little bit tipsy and not thinking along the lines of Kismesis and Matesprit, or any of those. He doesn't really care though, he just knows this moment is perfect. He's sure Eridan feels the same way as well, but Karkat is mentally blanking to much to make a snide remark.

Getting railed by a femboy in a school bathroom.

His life has peaked.

Eridans grinding into him, hitting deeper and deeper into his nook each time their pelvises meet. And the kiss only gets fiercer, Eridan starts giving bits of bite into the kiss as fangs trade tongue and lip. Karkat, he's fine, his bulge is fucking flailing uselessly, unable to find the nook waiting for penetration, or for a bucket. Eridan ends up gripping Karkats bulge again, this time much more gently as he picks up the pace of his thrusting. Eventually Eridan starts panting as well, velvety tightness, beautiful sounds, glorious sights at his face its all to much to handle.

With a strangled moan, even more Violet and Candy Red slurry gushes to the tile below.

Karkats legs are limp, he's panting like a whore as he tries to regain balance in the stall and pull on his pants. Eridan has a bit more class, he takes a wad of single ply and uses it to clean up his thighs, bulge retreating. The two stumble out of the stall giggling a little bit as they make there way to the sink.

As they wash their hands just for the sake of habit and splash water on their face John and Dave walk in. They're flushed, kissing and biting at each other barely able to keep it together as they stumble into a stall. The stall they stumble into is not the one Eridan and Karkat ruined, they stare at gelatinizing slurry and floor and one wall of the stall, that is a janitors nightmare. The two share a quick look of remorse for the poor janitor whose gonna have to clean up that mess before leaving.

They'll have to do something like that again.

After working out what quadrant they're in.

It's gonna be hard explaining the slurry running down Karkats legs on the ride home.

[kon-konk]

Tsurugi headcanons?

I love this dude with all my heart, but a remarkable number of hcs i have about him are actually kinda sad.

Tsurugi has night terrors and nightmares. There's no way he doesn't, considering all he's gone through. A lot of his nightmares involve him not being able to find someone he's close to, or being the only one to remember them, like they never existed.

When Tsurugi wakes up after nightmares and night terrors, the first thing he does is try to text or call Touma.

Smells like cigarette smoke, and (like all mages) smells sparkly (I have a post somewhere explaining this because I know this makes 0 sense otherwise. I can't link it because I have no idea how to do so.)

He seems like the type to have spent a lot of time climbing things he shouldn't at some point, and has for sure fallen from a height that should have hurt, but just bounced back up and kept going. Yumi probably called him an idiot while Jun was chasing him down to make sure he really didn't hurt himself.

Spent a lot of time self-conscious about his teeth after spending so much of his childhood without them. Still has his moments about this one.

He learned to cook that strawberry cake that Jun's mom made him for his birthday. Actually, I hc he learned a lot of cooking skills from her.

Doesn't cook much, but when he does it almost always involves strawberries. One year, he was given one of those themed cookbooks that was all about strawberries for his birthday, and he has his favorite recipes memorized.

Out of habit, he still sucks the flavor out of things before chewing them sometimes.

I've said it before, but he full-body hugs pillows (or anything near him) when he's sleeping. Arms and legs locked around that thing. If there's nothing near him, he curls up into fetal position.

(This one is because of the TANAKABOX Valentine's/White Day event) Is exceedingly clingy to a partner. They're not moving farther than arm's length from him if they're in the same room. Walks with his arm thrown around their shoulders (or, if they're too tall for that to be comfy, their waist) when they're outside. Insists on his partner hand feeding him, or if he's feeling extra loving, he insists on feeding his partner.

[shi-daisy]

Yooo! Since you have said the second fic will be Neris/ Vanserra bros and want to make more content for them I have something of a request.

If you've read the Neris Halloween fic here on Tumblr. Do you have any ideas as to who your version of the Vanserras would be? I really need to know what those rascals would be doing in costume.

Anon yesss!!! I'm having a blast with Tamlin and Lucien but I can't wait to start writing my Autmn babies and my Lady Death, so send me anything you have with them ♥

I have indeed read @theladyofbloodshed Halloween foc many times and I still love it!. Ma'am if I may say I love your writing, especially Nesta's and your fics are a delight.

Okay so if it was my version of the Vanserra siblings that were in the maze and in costume this is what they'd be like:

Nemesis

In a modern AU we have meds and I'm sure that at least one of the other kiddos would keep an eye on their unstable second eldest brother. So if either Eris or Cedric made sure Nemesis took his meds and he had a toy knife instead of a real one he would be going as either Chucky from Child's Play or as Pennywise from IT. He already has fire orange hair and is a fan of fucked up horror (Saw, Hostel, Texas Chainsaw, etc) so our man would be thrilled for a chance to scare people and play with (fake) blood. Since night terrors and sleep paralysis are not fun he would try to make it until Dawn for the medal, and to fall asleep easily at home. He would be a pain in the ass if he finds out about Eris and Nesta. Dude just wants his bro to settle down, and to bug him too.

Gideon

Alas poor himbo, he's dead on my fics so we only see him in flashback but in a modern AU he might be the jock kid that wants to vibe and has no thoughts head empty. He'd dress up as Frankenstein's monster as a pair costume with Cedric. Dude is tall enough to rock it and would be thrilled to try and get a medal. (Immediately falls asleep as soon as he's home) Also shipping Eris with his Morticia.

Tanya/Tybalt

If this takes place pre-tramsition she'd dress up as Ghostface and use a voice modulator to sound feminine. That way she wouldn't be misgendered and not even Beron could give her grief. If this takes place post transition she'd dress up as Bloom from Winx Club. All she'd need is a wig and her glittery costume that she'd rock. Would also make the costumes for all her siblings cuz tailor in every univers baby! Wouldn't give Eris grief but would be excited to have a sister in law if things go well. Wouldn't stay until Dawn and heads home as soon as she gets on the rides and eats.

Arryn

Man just wants to be a pirate in every universe. He might be dead in the fics but here he would be Captain Hook, just to brother the others with his annoying accessory. Would also be chill about the Neris development mostly because this year the group didn't lose him but rather Eris and he got a breather from having to navigate the maze alone. Would also leave early after eating. Not a fan of the spooktacular.

Cedric

He'd be Dr. Frankenstein. Man's already a mad scientist in the fic let's make it official here too. Given he's in a pair costume with Gideon he'd have to make sure the man does not lose the group and would keep Nemesis from scaring the toddlers with fake blood. He might be the second youngest but if Eris isn't there then he's on dad duty and would have to stay until Dawn for Nemesis and Gideon. If he went to college for every science major then he'd be used to it by now and would happily stay up all night and maybe alm day if you let him. Would ship Neris but be quiet about it and let his older brothers be the ones to bother Eris.

[megkana209]

Ch 2

"Cassie I have a few things I didn't get done on my shift" my coworker points to a stack of papers left on the desk by our main computer. "Just some new orders and X rays."

I nod my head in a silent confirmation that I was listening. Good the voice was going to leave me alone during the day time today as well. I used to exclusively work the night shift as the night time always scared me while sleeping but sense the voice appeared I began picking up day shifts not wanting to have a crazy conversation with myself during my work hours. I admit I'm a bit of a scary cat during the night, always feeling something was out to get me, so when the voices started I felt my fears confirmed. Most night now I anxiously cower near my husband before sleep takes me.

"Now let's go count the narcotics so I can get out of here." Connie prattle on.

"Ready to get home to jeff?" I asked genuinely curious. "Ow yes you know how he can be the big baby. He can't survive without me. I have to go home and cook him a meal before I can relax." She laughs a little at her own situation. "You got lucky with your husband being a chef I'll tell you. That lemon chicken you brought us last time was spectacular. Tell him thanks again."

I took the keys to the narcotic box and smiled at her gingerly. "If I tell him thanks one more time he'll think he has to cook you a feast to keep his biggest fans praise going lol. But seriously you should come over one night and we'll do just that."

"I'd love that" she replies simply in-between firing off narcotic numbers.

With my keys in hand I set off to begin my medication round, humming joyously to myself. Today would be a good day then. "Hello Tim, marcus." I call down those long yellow halls. They great back with a simple wave of the hand and a smile on there face. Ow yes a good day and one I will spend theorizing again on my down time.

I have a list of clues and theories for my mystery speaker. All of which seem silly and uninventful but I soldier on, determined to catch him and prove the paranormal as real, and myself not being crazy.

"Cassie we have a problem over here. Someone's complaining of pain." Rachel my cna calls out. "Coming" I reply pulling myself from my own thought as I lock my cart and begin my way to my patient. "I'm already ready to head home" I mutter to myself.

"Rachel do you ever have night terrors?" The day had slowed immensely and the two workers had taken there spots at the nurses station to begin their paper work for the day. "Not particularly" she replied bored and playing on her phone.

"I've been getting these waking dreams that have been freaking me out lately. I'm afraid my anxiety is going to go through the roof if they continue." I reply. My computer screen humming as I click away the hours charting.

"Havr you tried anything for your anxiety? You know go to the doctor or just light up a good Ole joint. Cannabis helps me with my anxiety"

"Rachel! We are in the health care field!" I laugh aloud "you'll loose your job."

"Let them fire me ill get a new job in a second and then I wouldn't have to deal with our good old friend frank anymore." She smiles.

Frank is one of our biggest trouble patients. He has a habit of not only sneaking off into the female residents rooms but harassing the staff as well.

"Cannabis is a no but maybe your right maybe I should go see a doctor, but you know me I hate doctors."

'Doctors won't help you anyways' my male voice said into my mind.

My fingers fumble on the key board, dread and shock coursing through me momentarily. I gulp but continue my conversation.

"My dude, there's nothing wrong with seeing the doctor. Don't be a chicken lol. You don't get poked with a needle everytime you go."

I scowl but continue on with my work, ruffling through a few more order papers.

"Night terrors could be a sign of some repressed shit though Cass. You may need to work something out."

"Ow I'm working something out." I mutter back.

[mysteriaqueen]

hi. im gonna obsess over these now. not sorry about it.

1.

oh my god yes yes yes yes yes. that man is getting the sparkiliest fruitiest, random drink you can find. i can imagine him trying like all different flavors of red bull or kickstart too (or whatever energy drinks they have in hsr world.)

like imagine he goes up to gallagher and asks him to put caffeine in whatever fuckin drink he gets dude. tbh, I can imagine him having a slight caffeine addiction. probably not slight.

2.

girl gift giving is his most natural love language. you saw how much money he was giving to TB after the penacony quest? he gives gifts like he fucking breaths air. not to mention, the gift box he gets you when you do that one quest on the radiant feldspar bro. (lmk if you haven't seen it I'll keep my mouth shut about it just in case).

and ooooo oooooo ooooo hand made giftssss from aventurine????? askdjfhalksdjfhalksdjfhalksdfhj dude im going insane im gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.

in addition to that, imagine him trying to get a gift for someone but he notices that the quality isn't great so he a) fixes it up himself and/or b) takes it up with the seller and depending on their reaction just gets a refund or gets their shit closed dude. like imagine he's like 'hey... this isn't really up to par. esp with the price' and the person is karen-ish and then bro just laughs and then the next thing you know that mofo is getting no customers. "did you hear? they tried to scam a stone heart!! isn't that insane? who knows what they'd try to do to a normal person"

3.

PREACH. PREACH. PREACH. PREACH. OH MY GOD I HAVE BEEN SHOUTING THIS FROM THE ROOFTOPS. THIS MAN IS NOT WEAK. he might *pretend* to be weak for the bit. he'd do a lot of things for the bit. but that man could never be weak. do you remember what he's been through??? never weak. he would never let himself be weak again. you think after watching his family die one by one he'd ever put himself in a position where he can't protect those he cares about? cute. you're wrong. and insane. to solitary confinement with you (/j)

he's not mentally weak either. he took that harmony consecration bullshit from sunday like a goddamn champ. bc, mind you, he was still dealing with it WHILE FIGHTING US. it didn't go away until he got hit by acheron. HE WAS FIGHTING US NOT EVEN AT 100% MENTALLY WITH A BROKEN CORNERSTONE. ARE YOU HEARING ME RN.

and don't even get me started on the mental fortitude you must have to go through all he has and not off yourself lord have mercy.

4.

work is how he copes. if he's not working, he's actively on a mission. if he's not actively on a mission, he's drinking. if he's not drinking, he's giving someone something or chatting with someone or annoying someone. if he's not doing that he's sleep. if he's not doing that he's eating. if he's not doing that then it's a very rare rare moment (prolly most often when he's just woken up from a nightmare) where he's quiet despite how loud (or maybe not) his thoughts are and he just sits with himself. that doesn't happen often. he doesn't find it pleasant.

5.

never considered this but you are in fact real. i have a feeling the impulsive/intrusive thoughts you mentioned sorta get worse if he has to drive, esp if there's traffic.

6.

as someone who love a person who is good with kids. YES. and small slightly unrelated rant here it's not that hard to be good with kids. it really isn't. you treat them like people because they fucking are. the issues arise when you *expect* them to do what you ask just because you're an adult and they aren't. rant aside.

because of his trauma, he very much wants to give everyone in a situation as much agency as possible. as much as he can, he doesn't push, doesn't force, doesn't coerce. and that lends him to working really well with kids. i don't think he intuitively understands why he's so good at it, but he just is. he knows even if he doesn't know he knows.

7.

my man has nightmares. night terrors. (imo) so yes, he sleeps insanely. bro is fighting demons in his sleep. literally. i'd like to think if he's sleeping with someone he trust he doesn't have nightmares so he sleeps less wildy and his movements are restricted to locate person, attach to person, push person away because I'm hot, nevermind person is comfort repeat cycle. he's clumsy about it in his sleep though so you may in fact get whacked.

8.

i think because of how fidgety he is (and often he's in situations where fidgeting would be read as weakness) he pain stims a bit. digging his nails into his palms. picking at his cuticles. scratching unnecessarily. it's prolly not the best way to go about things but it's grounding and he needs that. desperately. serious aventurine, got to fucking therapy.

9.

nothing to say here you summed it up perfectly. 10/10 no notes.

10.

i think he wonders what a 'normal' life would be like a lot. growing up in a house. with his family. getting to call his sister and mother and father whenever. having their phone numbers. randomly sending them gifts. texting them that he loves them. i think he thinks about it a lot more than he wants to. i think those are the type of thoughts that fill the silence I mentions earlier

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR POSTING THESE THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO THINK ABOUT. i love seeing other peoples ideas man it fuels my ideas its a great time. okay bye.

Random Aventurine Headcanons

Just a quick disclaimer; these are just my opinions and are not canon in any way, so don't take them too seriously 😭

Now, have a handful of my Aventurine HCs. There's 10 of them, and they're just general ones, nothing too angsty or heavy aside from mentions of his past (also, look how perfect he is. I love this pic.)

1. He loves caffeine and its effects but not the bitter flavor of coffee or espresso, so he's always rolling up to work with one of those really sweet specialty drinks.

He's also constantly changing what drink he orders, so no one can ever predict what he's going to show up with. Sometimes, he makes his employees concerned because he'll just be sipping on this bright, radioactive looking drink with a shit ton of espresso in it (kinda like the shamrock macchiato from dunkin).

2. He loves giving/making gifts to people he cares about. For people like clients, business partners, and "friends," he gives them gifts like credits, expensive sweets, just polite catch-all gifts that have no real thoughts or consideration behind them; things that everyone would like. He doesn't really find joy in giving these gifts.

However, for people he truly cares about, he will listen to every word they say in order to deduce the best possible gift. Since the Sigonia link rope states that the Avgins were meticulous craftsmen (I'm assuming that if they made the Knots of Cyclicality so well, then their craftsmanship didn't stop there), I also think that Aventurine would try his hand at making things for people if he's especially close to them. I think he would get kinda nervous when actually giving the gifts, though (especially if it's something he made himself). I feel like he's insecure and doubts himself a lot when it comes to his close relationships.

3. Aventurine has a sleeper build. That man is way stronger than people give him credit for. He had to kill the other slaves in the labyrinth with only the chains around his wrists while he was most likely malnourished, dehydrated, and wounded in order to prove his luck. Adrenaline can only do so much, so I highly doubt he's weak by any means.

I think people around Aventurine- much like a majority of the fandom- perceive him as physically weak when he's not using his cornerstone, since he's not that tall and he doesn't appear well-built. Others probably get surprised when they see him use a lot of strength because of this.

4. He's a very hard worker, and he's prone to overworking himself, especially if something is upsetting him. He's very good at hiding when something is bothering him due to his past, but when he starts working a ton of overtime, it becomes easy to tell. He does this to tire himself out so he can avoid thinking about whatever troubles him, and he usually continues on this path until he burns himself out and is forced to confront what's upsetting him.

5. He sucks at driving and doesn't enjoy it at all. He likes car rides, feeling the wind through his hair, and just vibing while listening to music, but he hates being the driver. He has his license, but he doesn't like using it, so he either uses public transport or hired a driver just so he can get around without the inconvenience of driving.

He also really hates traffic. He already doesn't like standing in line, so traffic is way worse to him because he can't just pay people in the other cars to let him cut in front of them.

6. He's good with kids. I think he's one of those people who are like, "Kids are fine, I guess," but then he interacts with children, and all of them absolutely love him. He's gentle with them, plays with them if they want, and only really scolds them if they do something that could get them hurt. He also treats them with respect, like actual people, instead of just extensions of their parents to order around. I think his dynamic with kids is similar to how his sister treated him when she was still alive, so interacting with children is bittersweet for him because it brings back memories.

7. He's the messiest sleeper in the cosmos. Aventurine tosses and turns, snores, drools on the pillow, and always wakes up to at least one corner of his fitted sheet popped off. Half the time, if he falls asleep using his phone, it gets so tangled in his sheets that he has to pull the blankets off of the bed and shake them until his phone falls out. If he's sharing a bed with someone and trusts them enough to fall into a deep sleep, they are 100% getting accidentally slapped, kicked, or partially laid on.

8. He's very fidgety. Sitting still makes him feel restless, so he's always doing something to move around. He paces in his office, plays with his coin, clicks pens, bounces his leg, and taps his foot. Trying to sit quietly in a room with him would be a nightmare unless he's occupied, focused on something, or just really tired.

The only thing that tends to properly ground him and make him calm down enough to stay still is physical touch, but that's a double-edged sword. Due to his past, a touch from the wrong person can be problematic, and there's not many that he trusts enough to touch or soothe him, so he doesn't usually reach a state of calmness and stillness.

9. He has a lot of impulsive and intrusive thoughts. These range from impulsive and harmless things like going on an online shopping spree or dying the tips of his hair to more intrusive and potentially dangerous ideas, like shoving his hand in a pot of boiling water, hurting himself in other ways, or harming others.

His impulsive thoughts don't bother him too much, but the intrusive ones nag at him a lot even though he knows they're not his fault.

10. He wishes he had the opportunity to go to college and have a formal education. He knows he could've done it if he had the privilege and the opportunity, but that was never afforded to him, so he tries not to dwell on it.

He doesn't even know if he would choose to go to college if he had the chance, doesn't know what major he would pick or what extracurricular stuff he would do, but he wishes it had been an option. It ties back to how he wonders how life would've turned out for him if he had any semblance of normalcy- a stable home planet, a living family, the chances and opportunities that people in less oppressive situations had been given-, but he always just pushes those thoughts aside and refuses to consider them, knowing it wasn't a possibility for him and never would be.

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I hope you guys enjoyed my thoughts! These headcanons are dedicated to @mysteriaqueen who encouraged me to post these. I would've just forgotten about this app if it wasn't for this kind stranger. I hope these live up to your expectations :)

God, I haven't written anything like this in years. I really hope these are good 😭