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[heartofbalemoon]

she..... that's it, that's the post 🦭💙💙

[angelbvn]

AHH ‘M SO HAPPY RN AH

[sdr2lovemail]

Can you do a Sanemi x F reader where the reader gets hurt badly on a mission and passes out Infront of the butterfly estate and Sanemi encounters them on his way out from the butterfly mansion to a Mission. I think Sanemi would be angry and worried at first but slowly calm down once they get better. Happy ending? Anyways thank you if you do happen to do this!! <3

Emotional scars (GN Reader)

Synopsis: Finding you wounded and unconscious in front of the butterfly mansion, Sanemi blows up at you.

Note: Eeee, I gotta practice the comfort part of hurt/comfort. It's more of a bittersweet ending than a happy one. Pronouns or gendered terms don't come up in this.

Requests are open!

Using your sword as a makeshift crutch, you hobble through the forest. Not bothering to wait for the kakushi to arrive, you were sure you could make it to the butterfly mansion. The mission was grueling. It seemed that the demon had never-ending stamina. It even managed to get a good slash on your side. You tied your haori to try and staunch the wound. Though, there was still the feeling of the warm, sticky blood dripping down.

Breaking through the woods, the gates of the butterfly mansion are in view. With dizzy, uncoordinated steps, you get closer to getting some rest. Your head felt foggy. You weren’t sure which way you were walking anymore. 

When did you collapse? Your cheek is against the cool stones of the courtyard. It felt strangely comfortable. You’ll rest your eyes, only for a moment. Your body goes limp as you drift off into unconsciousness.

Inside the butterfly mansion, a stubborn wind hashira stomps along. “For the last time, Kocho, I’m not spending the night here. I’m fine.” 

“You have three broken ribs, Shinazugawa. I wouldn’t call that fine. You should stay here through the night and let us look after you.” Shinobu followed Sanemi, her usual smile gracing her lips. “We wouldn’t want your injury to get any worse.”

He stopped before the door and turned to face her; he could feel himself getting stressed. Tired after an extended mission, he wished to go home and sleep, not stick around Shinobu’s estate. “I’m not some low-ranking slayer. It’s not like I’ll curl up and die because of some broken ribs. I’m leaving.”

As Sanemi opened the door and walked into the courtyard, he realized he almost stepped on something. With his brain foggy with sleep, and the dark blanket of the night, it took him a moment to see what it was. His eyes widened. “What the hell?!”

Your head ached when you came to. The wooden ceiling of the butterfly mansion greets you. Slowly, sitting up and looking around the room; no one was occupying the other beds. Your body burned and ached at the slightest movement.  For a moment, you thought you were completely alone. That was until you could hear a familiar snore.

Resting on a chair next to the bed was Sanemi. He had his head resting on his arms against the bed. Contrasting his permanent scowl when he was awake, he looked so peaceful. The crease in his brow was gone, and his shoulders were relaxed. It was nice to see him like this. 

Gently, you set a hand atop his unruly hair. His eyes shot open the second your palm met his scalp. Wide, bloodshot eyes flicked up to meet yours. Sanemi practically leapt out of the chair. It was silent; the only noise was birds chirping outside. His expression was unreadable as his stare bore into you.

With a weak smile, you break the deafening silence. “Nemi, I’m so happy to see you.” Your voice was a strained whisper. Your throat itched and burned as you talked. “I was planning to visit you after my mission, and well…”. 

A cup of water was thrust in your direction, a scarred hand connected to it. “Drink.” Came the simple word of Sanemi’s rough yet gentle voice.

Taking the cup, you give him a grateful nod before gulping it down. The cool liquid helps soothe your aching throat. “Thank you.” He takes the cup and sets it on the nightstand. Sanemi shifts so his body can fully face you. 

“Quit the corps.” 

It was such a cold, blunt sentence. Any hint of warmth in Sanemi’s voice was gone. His face held no expression now. There’s a faint twitch in his hand.

“Huh, why are you saying that so suddenly?” You asked, confused by his demand. Once you started dating, Sanemi would ask if you had any plans for your future, if you ever wanted to do something besides hunting. But never had he been this forward about leaving the corps.

Sanemi’s face goes through a few different emotions before settling on anger. He takes a couple steps closer to the bed, a scowl on his face. “Didn’t you hear me?! I said quit! Quit the corps; quit being a demon slayer!” He growled, his eyes intense. His heart was beating so fast it felt like it would burst.

You felt shaken. Sanemi’s temper was never toward you. To see it happen now felt like a punch to the gut. Especially with your head throbbing in pain. “I should quit just because I got hurt? We’re slayers. It's practically a part of the job.” 

“Well, this job isn’t for you! You were lying half-dead on Kocho’s doorstep! Might as well quit while you still have your life!” Sanemi shouted. His voice filled with anger and something more pained.

Feeling annoyed and hurt, you yelled back. “I just woke up, and the first thing you wanna do is chastise me? You’ve come home hurt many times, Sanemi. I’ve never told you to quit!’

“This is different. I’m a hashira. I’ve faced demons ten times stronger than any pathetic thing you’ve managed to kill. You’re weak, and those who are weak die! It’s amazing you got passed final selection at all!”

The room suddenly fell silent. Sanemi’s heavy breathing was the only thing filling the air. His face was red with rage. He stares down at you, and you suddenly feel small. He wasn’t a hashira for no reason. Seeing him tower over you like this was intimidating.

After a long, tense moment of silence, Sanemi speaks once more. “Leave the fucking corps.” Those were the last words before he stomped out of the room, slamming the door on his way out. 

You didn’t see him around for days. Not once had he come around to apologize or even visit. Sanemi had purposely been avoiding coming by the butterfly mansion. He would have one of the kakushi treat him or just walk back to his estate after a mission. He felt terrible about how he treated you, but it was necessary. To protect you, he had to be cruel.

Though, as time passed, he just kept feeling worse. He had to yell at you so you would quit the corps. He had to treat you like he did with Genya. But did that even work? His brother still became a demon slayer, even going as far as eating demons. This aching feeling was gnawing at him. You were just as stupidly stubborn. You wouldn’t leave the corps just because he treated you like crap.

It had been a while since that argument had taken place. Your wounds were healing nicely, and you would be back to going on missions soon. Shinobu had stopped by for a check-up. She began to chat as she changed your bandages.

“You know, Shinaguzawa was about to burst a vein when he found you outside my estate.” She chuckled.

You huffed and rolled your eyes, still upset with your partner. “I’m sure he was.”

“He was yelling so loud. I was sure he would wake my other patients.”

The night Sanemi found you, he felt many things. While mostly anger, it was also grief and fear. He kneeled over your crumpled form, taking you in his arms. It was like there was a loud ringing in his ears. He could only feel warm blood soaking through your uniform, staining his own. 

Shinobu was only a few steps behind him and quickly took in the sight. She ushered him to bring you into the estate. It was hard to separate him from your body. He was holding on so tightly. At first, Shinobu let him stay in the room as she worked. But as he kept barking at her to hurry up, to make you stop hurting, she kicked him out of the room. He sat by that door for hours, not bothering to change out of his blood-soaked clothes. He rushed into the room as soon as Shinobu finished patching your wounds.

The insect hashira left, allowing Sanemi his privacy. He sat by your unconscious body, Holding your hand tight and feeling your weak pulse.

“Why, why are you trying to leave me too? Why does this always happen to me?!” Through his anger and grief, a few tears spilled from his wide eyes. He needed to protect you. One of the last people he had left. No matter what it took or what he had to do. Sanemi couldn’t keep losing the ones he loved.

You were out for days, having lost so much blood. Sanemi stayed by your side whenever he could, only ever leaving for missions or meetings.

“Hm, you're healing well. Your ribs only have slight bruising now, and your concussion is gone. Once you finish your rehabilitation training, I’ll discharge you.” Shinobu spoke with her usual light tone as she wrote a few notes down.

Buttoning your shirt back up, you give her a polite smile. “Thank you, Kocho. You’ll have to let me pay you back one day.” 

“Oh, no need! Healing is just what I do.” As she spoke, her eyes gained a mischievous glint. Her dainty form takes a seat on your bed. She leans in close with a smirk. “But if you're offering, how about you pay me back with some gossip?” 

You look at her with a bit of suspicion. “What kind of gossip?”

Shinobu chuckled a little, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Come on, don’t play dumb. That argument wasn’t exactly quiet. I’m sure I can help. I’m a great listener.”

You let out a disgruntled sigh, looking at the hashira next to you. “I mean, why ask if you already heard everything?” Shaking your head, you decide to feed Shinobu’s curiosity. “It's just, Sanemi got so mad at me. I finally wake up after days, and the first thing he does is berate me.” You rant. It felt good to be able to talk about this.

“Well, Shinaguzawa does have the emotional intelligence of a brick. That doesn’t excuse his actions, but it does explain them. So, do you plan on forgiving him?” Shinobu asked, wondering how you’d answer.

That question was harder to answer the longer you thought about it. You wanted to forgive Sanemi, but what he said was hurtful. Even if he wanted to protect you, could you forgive him for saying those things? 

“I don’t know. Part of me wants to, but I still feel so hurt.” A pang of sadness shot through your chest. 

Shinobu looks at you with a look of sympathy. Setting a gentle hand on your shoulder, she stands up. “I’m sure he’ll come around eventually. Even if he won’t admit it, he’s pretty soft towards you.” She chuckled.

A few days passed, and you had fully recovered. Tonight would be your last night in the butterfly mansion. Packing your things, the door to your room slides open. Turning around, Sanemi stood in the doorframe. In his scarred hands was a parcel wrapped with twine. He looked as if he were nervous.

And truthfully, he was. He could fight waves of demons and not break a sweat. But emotions were a whole other ballpark for him. There’s a long, awkward silence as he stands there. He clears his throat a bit before speaking. “Can I come in?” 

You reply with a silent nod. Sanemi moved to take a seat on the bed. You sit next to him, though a bit far away. For a moment, it’s like he hesitates before offering you the parcel. “This is for you.” He said quite bluntly. “I know it looks like shit. You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to.”

Taking the parcel and unwrapping it, it was filled with food. Fried meat and vegetables topped over a bed of rice. On the side, there was also a few ohagi. The knife cuts were sloppy, and the ohagi was misshapen. The food was clearly homemade. 

Before you could say anything, not even a thank you, Sanemi began to speak again. ‘I want to…apologize. I know crappy lunch and words won’t fix anything I said. Seeing you hurt made me lose my shit, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” 

“Sanemi, I-”

“Let me finish.” He almost snapped but looked apologetic afterward. “I need to work on my emotions rather than resorting to anger. It’s immature of me. But seeing you on the ground, looking like a corpse,” Sanemi stopped talking for a second, trying to bite back the rage bubbling up. “I want you to have a good life. No bleeding out, no fighting, no demons. But, being a slayer is your life. I can’t just tell you to drop everything you know because I don’t like it.”  

His tone gets more tense, almost pained. “I want to work things out, and I hope you can forgive me.”

Standing up, you move to stand in front of Sanemi. You wordlessly wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. The hashira was expecting a slap, any kind of negative reaction. To feel your arms hold him felt like a breath of fresh air.

“I still feel upset with you. And we’ll need to talk about that.” You curl up further into his arms, into his warmth. “But for now, I just want you to hold me.” You had been so lonely during the weeks he avoided you. Even if you were upset, you still loved him.

Sanemi quickly obliges.  Wrapping his strong, scarred arms around you. Feeling your soothing heartbeat, feeling that you were alive. Though he was still tense, a wave of relief washed over him. It was okay if you didn’t forgive him now, or maybe ever. At the moment, all that mattered to him was that you were alive.

The two of you would have a long talk. But for now, it was nice to sit in each other presence.

[pinkberrytea]

Kinky NSFW Alphabet: Mavka & Astarion

Eeee ty ty for the tag @nyx-knox! 🙌❣️✨ This made me realize I rarely ever talk about Mav and Astarion as a couple, I should do that more often 😭

Kinky NSFW Alphabet

Keeping it under the cut since this is a spicy one, so tagging folks first ✨ @zekeen, @bananasfosterparent, @honeybee-bard, @kalmiaphlox, @inkymoonbunny, @judasiskariot and @preciouslittle-bhaalbabe!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Mav is cuddly. She will immediately snuggle up to his chest and wrap her tail around his leg, almost as if seeking reassurance that she’s been good, that he won’t leave her. Astarion typically isn’t, but with her, it’s different—while he finds it strange, having someone else crave affection from him so badly (beyond just sex, no less), indulging her makes him feel almost powerful, like he is needed, wanted, so he will press his lips to her forehead and run his fingers through her hair until she falls asleep, and in the morning, clean her up if they’ve made too bad of a mess.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I’m an Astarion is an ass man truther, so he definitely has a thing for hers. Also her tail—he thinks it’s adorable how she will unconsciously perk it up whenever he's around, like a good little pup. As for Mav, she loves his hair, how soft and fluffy it is, but it’s his lips and fangs that always get her weak in the knees, especially when he flashes her that wicked smile of his.

C = Cum (Where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum?)

Inside, for both. Astarion loves marking her as his, stuffing her full and letting her fluttering walls milk him to the last drop. Mav, too, yearns to be filled with him and his seed, as only then can she truly feel whole, safe, so he will usually only pull out come morning.

D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory: a dirty secret of theirs)

Astarion will sometimes steal Mav’s clothing items—often her underwear, but anything with her blood on it will do—so he can jerk off to them later. She’s aware of this, and doesn’t mind at all, though he’s still under the impression she doesn’t know.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Both are very similar in that they do have experience, only this is their first time with a partner they love and who loves them back. For Mav specifically, she had never been with another fully consensually before Astarion. Laying with someone who is desperate to pleasure them back is a new and scary thing for both, and it can be in equal measure healing and even more damaging, at times. But they're working through it, together.

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

Missionary, for both. Feeling him pin her down under his body weight and shield her from the world around them is comforting for Mav. She craves the intimacy of it, and Astarion is more than happy to be entrusted with that control, to look into her eyes as they kiss and take in her image as she comes for him, cheeks flushed and his name on her lips.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

They aren't exactly goofy, but Astarion does tease Mav a lot. He loves watching her writhe and squirm, whine, moan, make all the cute noises, so edging and overstimulation are very typical for them.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Neither have body hair, Astarion in virtue of being an elf, and in Mav’s case, likely due to her origins—or maybe she's just like that.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Mav tends to get emotional, and it's not uncommon for her to cry during sex. Astarion teases her about a lot of things, but not about this, since any sexual act is usually just as emotionally charged for him. Drying her tears is, in a way, like drying his own. How intense it gets varies a lot though, but even during a lighthearted quickie they both become enraptured in their own little world, where there's just the two of them, and nothing can hurt neither him nor her ever again.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

During the events of the game, starting in Act 2 while they're still abstaining, Astarion makes a habit of jerking off every night while feeding on Mav. Sometimes she's awake for it, sometimes she isn't, but either way she doesn't mind. Mav rarely ever touches herself if he's not present, since Astarion is very adamant about wanting to participate, and he gets pouty whenever she comes without him being there to witness, which he's able to tell by her scent.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Oh, Astarion 100% has a choking kink—he takes great pleasure in squeezing Mav's neck and watching her gag, even better if she is tied up or blindfolded. Similarly, she loves surrendering control over her body to him. Needless to say, both also have a bloodplay kink, so him biting her is almost a given whenever they do anything sexual.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Neither have much of a preference, but Mav does enjoy curling up anywhere with his scent, especially if she knows he won't be there when she wakes up—so basically, their own bed, or during the events of the game, his tent.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)

For Astarion, there is no greater turn-on than seeing Mav act all shy and bashful, ears and cheeks glowing a bright red and sweet little whines falling from her lips. He will immediately pounce and ravage her whenever he works her up to that point—which he can very easily do by either teasing or praising her, or maybe a mix of both. Also, again, drinking from her will inevitably cause him to pop a boner.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

They aren’t necessarily averse to it, but neither are very keen on her topping. Sometimes if feeling a little more adventurous they may decide to switch things up a bit, and Astarion does enjoy seeing Mav struggle to take the lead (especially if she’s riding him, with the added bonus that he gets to watch her tits bounce and her body get all sweaty and flushed), but even then, nothing that involves him getting restrained (much less humiliated) in any way. Also, bringing other people into their intimacy is something they're similarly not very enthusiastic about, Astarion in particular since he’s very possessive of her.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

They both have a preference for giving—Astarion because he thinks it’s adorable how she will squirm and moan with each flick of his tongue, and also because he loves tasting her, whereas Mav finds nothing more pleasurable than making him feel good. Skill-level wise, Astarion’s is higher due to him having hundreds of years of experience, although Mav’s clumsiness is both endearing and arousing for him, especially since she’s always so eager.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Astarion tends to like it rough, Mav prefers a more sensual pace, so they try to meet each other halfway, starting slow and intentional and then becoming more animalistic towards the end. Although this of course varies according to context—a quickie will usually be rough all the way, and more emotional sex, gentler and softer.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

They have quickies fairly often just because Astarion has such a high sex drive and there’s only so many hours in a day, but both prefer taking their time with it if possible, so they may enjoy exploring each other’s body to the fullest.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Both are fairly adventurous, especially Astarion. While Mav won’t typically make suggestions, she is always willing to try whenever he proposes something new. He is having fun exploring his newfound sexual freedom, focusing on his own pleasure instead of his partner’s, and she has no qualms whatsoever about not always being his priority in bed.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Astarion’s is much, much higher, but Mav does her best to keep up with him (especially since after a particularly rough session she knows that once they’re finished he will cradle her in his arms, stroke her hair and call her a good girl—no better motivation than that!). Mav also doesn’t last very long, at all, which he always teases her about.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Other than restraints and blindfolds, not really.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Astarion is a relentless tease, and Mav, his helpless victim. Squeezing her bum or stroking her cunt in public, whispering obscenities in her ears, pushing his hips against her own to let her feel his hardness, pointing out how wet she already is for him; all highly effective methods he will shamelessly use to make her putty in his hands.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Astarion isn’t very loud, especially once he stops performing during sex. That’s not to say he doesn’t moan, but it’s typically low grunts that will slip from his pretty lips with every thrust, only really audible when he has his mouth close to her ears. Mav, on the other hand, does make quite a bit of noise, which he will enthusiastically coax out of her by suddenly pinching a nipple or playing with her clit while she’s still recovering from an orgasm.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Pulling Mav to him by the tail is endlessly amusing to Astarion because the base of it is highly sensitive and vascularized, so nine times out of ten, she will let out the cutest yelp and become wet for him on the spot. He does this way too often, and it always works like a charm.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

We're all aware our boy is well endowed and has pecs for days, so honestly, good for Mav—although she herself was created specifically to be sexually enticing, if her round bum and perky tits are anything to go by, so good for Astarion, too!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Astarion's is again much higher than Mav's—he is the one who tends to initiate most sexual interactions, but she is always receptive to him, especially since he knows exactly what gets her going (usually a balanced mix of praise and teasing, as mentioned above).

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Mav will fall asleep almost instantly once they’re done—she’s not typically a fast sleeper, insomnia being usually preferable to the nightmares that plague her every night, but when in his arms, cock drunk and safe, she will allow herself the rest. Astarion also struggles to trance for similar reasons, but unlike her, he doesn’t need to, so instead he’ll just watch her, memorize every detail of her face, from the cute little freckles on her nose to the way her long lashes cast a shadow over her cheeks.

[immeasurablesaladagere]

Eeee, thank you for the Jason Todd headcanons!

Would you mind doing a drabble about him taking care of you? (baby/toddler regression please)

Also, are you taking anon tags?

Here you are! I've never written in this POV before, it was surprisingly flexible. I also don't know what anon tags are haha, never done asks before. Hope this is alright!

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“Need t’be small… That okay?” You mumble as you and Jason stagger into your shared apartment after a long night. It hadn’t gone as well as you would’ve hoped; one of the victims you saved almost certainly wasn’t going to make it even after being rushed off to the hospital, and the two of you were covered head to toe in blood, grime, and bruises.

Jason drops his helmet by his muddy boots. “Yeah, I’ve got you. How small we talkin’ kiddo?” He says the nickname with ease, and the blurry feeling in your head that’s desperate for cozy blankets and sleep grows stronger.

You shrug, rubbing at your tired eyes with the only clean part of you hand. “‘Dunno. Small.”

“Alright, I’ll get a bath running and we’ll get you cleaned up and ready for bed. Or do you want a shower?”

Normally you’d answer bath in a heartbeat, but baths took forever and you were sleepy now. All you wanted to do was stop feeling so icky so you could snuggle into bed with a paci and your blankie.

“Sh’wer…” You mumble, shedding your gear and stumbling after him to the bathroom.

Jason turns on the tap and sticks his hand under the water, waiting for it to warm up. “D’you need help?”

You think you can wash your body just fine, but you don’t think your arms are gonna work right to wash your hair, which felt the worst, so you nodded. “Jus’ a bit. Hair p’ease.” You say, stifling a yawn.

He smiles gently and grabs the removable shower head. “Sure thing. Hop in and then we’ll get you some pj’s and I’ll read you a story, how’s that sound?”

You clamber into the tub and the warm water washes over you. It feels nice on your muscles, which ache all over, and the heat makes your eyes droop.

“Don’t fall asleep on me just yet, c’mon,” Jason chuckles softly, “I know you’re tired.”

You both work in comfortable silence for a few minutes. You do your best to wash away any dirt you can see while Jason carefully massages shampoo and conditioner into your hair and rinses it out. Once you’re both satisfied, he helps you out of the tub into a soft towel and then into your favourite pairs of pyjamas.

“Which paci do you want, honey?” He asks, fishing through your box of little things in your closet.

You don’t respond. Your mind is pleasantly clouded with soft fuzz, your tongue feels heavy and your eyelids heavier. You make a little humming noise instead, hoping that will suffice.

“Alright, the yellow one it is.” Jason returns from the closet with your yellow paci, your blankie, and a book. You can’t read the title, but it doesn’t really matter. He holds the pacifier out to you and you take it in your mouth, flopping down into the comforter of your bed and snuggling in. Your blankie is tucked up under your chin and around you snugly, and the bed dips near your feet where Jason sits down and opens the book.

“You ever read James and the Giant Peach, kiddo?” He asks, not really to you. You’re already dozing off, lost to soft blankets and exhaustion. You hum, eyes slipping closed.

“Until he was four years old, James Henry Trotter had a happy life…”

[deityoftherain]

I PROMISE I VOTED SNOWBUGS BUT MY WIFI IS TRASH </3 anyways im just here for the campaign, any small drabble of ur choice would b epic tho! (i love your writing so-)

I BELIEVE YOU I DO I DO </3

Also, why make me choose ahh! (also eeee I'm happy you like my writing) Okay, here's some snowbugs featuring calming down from an anxiety attack under the cut

Scott gnawed on his bottom lip as he pulled at his fingers. They popped the first time he tugged on them, but quit after that. Still, he continued to pull and bend them, just needing to do something with his hands. Something to keep his mind off of everything that overwhelmed him.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Don’t cry. Don’t make a noise. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in-

“Scott?”

He wasn’t usually one to jump when called his name, but his anxiety was running high which made him easy to startle. Scott glanced up through his eyelashes, but he didn’t say a word. He wanted to, he tried to, but no words came out. They were stuck in his throat, painful and clunky. Tango.

“Can I sit next to you? And touch you?” Tango asked, keeping his tone soft and careful. “Or is that too much?”

Scott held up his index finger, meant to signify that the first part was okay, and nodded. Tango hesitated for only a moment before settling down beside him. He rested his hand on Scott’s shoulder blade, not moving for a second to ensure Scott wouldn’t flinch away, before rubbing gentle circles.

The movement was soothing and the presence of a friend helped, especially since Tango didn’t push for him to talk. He closed his eyes and continued to walk himself through breathing. In and out… in… out…

“Thank you,” Scott croaked once the lump in his throat cleared.

“Of course,” Tango murmured with a small smile. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” Scott hunched his shoulders, starting to scratch at his forearm. Faint lines started to appear on his skin, and they would have only grown dark with broken skin and blood if Tango didn’t place his hand on Scott’s. 

Scott was going to protest, needing to fiddle with something, but Tango pulled a fidget toy out of his pocket with his free hand. “Here, use this thingamajig. It helps me.”

He pursed his lips in consideration before taking Tango up on his offer. Scott leaned into Tango’s hold as his fingers busied himself with the fidget. The anxiety that had him in a chokehold previously continued to slip away, replaced with warmth and the steady sound of Tango’s heart beating…

[8um8le]

i don't wanna make a big dramatic deal out of this but the noise i made when i saw you followed me-

i just-

*happy stim*

eeee! ^w^

I just found ur blog and immediately fell in love with ur content, been sleeping on ur blog fr 😭💕

[grossrottie]

Lie to Girls for anybody plsss! Btw I love all the stuff I've seen you do

EEEE TYSM FOR THE ASKKKK!!!!!

Lie to Girls: Have you ever had a “NO, THEY’RE NOT ABUSING ME! WE JUST LOVE GETTING IT ON!” moment?

Oh hell yeah, soooooo many of my selfships have power imbalances and abusive tropes. Though I’m gonna go for Art the Clown here because he’s the current brainworm 😳

The relationship between him and my s/i is essentially “murderous monster who loves to test limits and find twisted ways of killing his victims x a very willing victim who is thoroughly naive and also a major masochist”.

Art realized that even though he attacked and viciously altered my s/i’s appearance, they were still happy to trail along behind the scary clown and take part in his little games. Even offering themselves as a guinea pig (not that Art needed any form of consent) for new weapons.

And who is Art to refuse the adoring company of a dumb dog like that? Especially when they’re so very willing to be bait to lure in more victims!

Sometimes Art will start tormenting s/i in a semi-public place where noises and screams can be heard (parks at night, twisting back alleyways near late-night clubs, corn mazes, Halloween haunted houses, washrooms in a lesser used portion of a shopping mall, etc), so that well-meaning saviours will rush to the scene and try to save his ‘victim’. But when the heroes arrive and reveal themselves to try to save my s/i or distract the clown to let my s/i escape, they realize way too late that my s/i is giggling in between their own shrieks and leaning into the attacks that Art lashes out. Being pinned against the floor and violently torn apart is their foreplay.

There have been instances where the ‘hero’ tries to catch my s/i’s attention from behind Art’s back, silently indicating that they’re approaching to clobber Art with a 2x4 or a pipe to save my s/i. But my s/i raises a slashed arm and points at them, which gives Art the warning needed to spin around and disarm them.

A bit of a bait-and-switch, where the kind-hearted heroes become Art’s next victims while my s/i watches and admires Art’s techniques and even gives small suggestions for how to elevate some attacks (while still covered in their own blood from Art’s attacks before the new victim took their place).

Art’s powers let my s/i stay alive despite their continuous injuries, which keeps them around as a pretty little plaything for Art’s whims!!!!

[random-weirdo]

*happy noises* EEEE IZZY IN MAKE-UP AND SINGING IM GOING TO EXPLODE OML 🩷🩷🩷🩷

[peppenispizza]

goofy guy

fake pep finds ya and snuggles ya (no warnings! cute stuff!)

Fake Pep (Aka just Pep) scootched up to you as you were finishing writing something, sitting on a stool. He had been following you all day, in the shadows. He’s very good at being quiet.

You looked up a bit kind..of...tensed up, you weren’t used to him yet. You had no clue he was even there yet until now. You didn’t even know about him.

“Y-” was all you managed to get out before he smooshed his cheek against your cheek, making a weird, croaking purr. It... was.. very weird, but also sort of cute. He was warm. And he sort of smelled like pizza.

“!etal s'tI !peels ot og ot emit s'tI“ He grumbled at you. You... just kinda looked at him weird. He kinda looked like Peppino? But not right.

“Uh y- who-” You kinda squeaked out.

“.onippeP onippeP onippeP onippeP“  He garbled out at you. You had heard Peppino talk about a weird clone scuttling around a while ago. You just never really expected it; Especially this close.  He looked... not as scary as you expected from what you heard... also a little bit silly. ...Maybe a little cute?

He huffed a bit and tugged a blanket towards you. Intentionally. Like he was trying to say something.

“I... okay, it’s late, I guess you want me to.. lie down? Sleep? ” You still looked completely bewildered, but he nodded vigorously. Almost comically.

He gave you a strangely cute smile; Making raptor hands and even doing a blep. He was.. almost charming, in a silly looking way. And he liked you, apparently.

“Uh...Alright, I’ll get ready for bed.” he made little happy up and down motions and made little weird noises the minute you said that.

You made a motion for him to turn around while you changed; And he did so until you said it was alright to turn around. He was even polite.

You mumbled it was alright to turn around, after changing. His head swooped around with a goofy expression that made you smirk a bit; His tongue blepping out. You scooted up on your bed and looked at the... very strange, droopy visitor that suddenly took interest in you, sitting on the edge of your bed and staring at you.

“Do... you... uh... want to come to bed.. With me? To sleep? Are you sleepy?” You barely knew why you asked that to this... oddly cute thing that resembled your friend.

He gave a garbled, gleeful, excited answer and bounced in place excitedly a bit before scooting up behind you, his face against your cheek and arms looped around you. You kinda jumped a bit as he gave your cheek a weird lick, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

This thing...he, was warm against your back, and he nuzzled his face directly under your chin, purring... in a comforting way. He wasn’t Peppino; But... Hell, whatever he is, he was cute. You gave an amused huff and leaned up to give whatever this thing was a kiss on the cheek; Making him let out a gasping happy squeak; snuggling his face into yours even more with a litte “eeee” at the end.

Cute. You are definitely keeping him.

[kilibaggins]

Rough Day? | Gabriel Stokes

gabriel stokes x reader

Request From @kittennonbinary: hey, i'm wondering if you could write something cute about gabriel stokes, where his s/o had a terrible day and need cuddles, kisses, words of affirmation and being hold while sleep, please make it cute as possible, i really need cute gabe

A/N: EEEE this is my first time writing gabriel even though i literally love him so so much! hes one of my favorites and i dont see that much content for him anywhere so im happy to add to it! thank you so much for the request!!! feel free to request more if you want for gabe or other characters! i hope i did it justice!

Warnings: crying, mentions of death, fighting, stress, and i think that's it? none of the death or fighting is specifically about anyone it's just mentioned as a stresser. gabriel hums a christian song but its not really that prominent in the story.

Word Count: 979

You walk through the door, quickly taking off your coat and hanging up with a huff. You pull off your weapons and put them next to the door. Each time you put something down it makes a loud noise because of how hard you do it. When that's done you walk into the kitchen and grab a glass. You fill it up and take a big drink before putting it back down and leaning against the counter, sighing softly. Today's been… A rough day. Every day in the apocalypse is a rough day, but sometimes it just gets unbearable.

You have to take a deep breath to stop yourself from crying. Crying isn't going to fix your issues even if it'll make you feel better. The constant struggles, the death, and the fights between your own people, it's weighing on you constantly. Not many people have died lately, thankfully, but even so, it feels so suffocating knowing that it's a possibility. You can't stop it as a few tears flow down your face and you groan, annoyed. Annoyed with your feelings, with yourself, with everything.

"Rough day, huh?"

You look up to see Gabriel, who looks more relaxed than he normally does in a white T-Shirt and black pants. He walks towards you slowly, smiling gently at you. His smile always makes you relax a bit.

"Yeah," You say simply. He steps up to you and gently lays his hands on your waist. You lean forward and rest your head on his chest.

"You're okay now, Y/N," Gabriel says, bringing his arms up and around you. He gently squeezes you and you try to hold back your emotions but can't. He softly hums to you, some church hymn he knows from before the apocalypse, and it calms you down. His singing, his humming, it always calms you no matter what it is. Even if you don't believe in whatever he's singing or humming about. "Come on, you need some rest."

You let him slowly walk with you to the bedroom, his arm around your shoulder. When you get in the room he gently sits you down on a chair before searching through his own clothes to get you something to wear. You smile when he pulls out the pair that he knows you like to wear when you're having a tough time. He's so gentle with you as he takes your shirt and pulls it off and puts on the fresh one. You smile when his eyes linger slightly.

"You like what you see?" You tease, and he smiles.

"Always. You're beautiful." He says, and he helps you pull off your shoes and pants as well. "You're wonderful."

You smile and watch him as he takes your dirty clothes and puts them in the hamper. He walks back over and gently runs his fingers down your face.

"Thank you." You say, thanking him for everything. He takes your hand and pulls you up off the chair and over to the bed.

"Of course, Y/N." He gently lays you down and steps away. You reach out and grab his hand.

"Wait!" You say, and he looks back at you, "Stay."

Gabriel smiles and leans down to kiss your forehead.

"Always, my love. I'll be back shortly. I'm getting you some water and fruit." Gabriel says, and you relax. "I'll be back soon."

Gabriel keeps to his word and in no time he's back in the room, a large glass of water and a small bowl of fruit in his hands. He comes over and sits on the bed, putting the bowl of fruit between the two of you. You sit up and he hands you the water.

"Where'd you get the fruit?" You ask, and Gabriel smiles jokingly.

"A magician never tells his secrets," Gabriel says, laughing. You laugh and shake your head.

"Is it magic or awesome priest-talking skills?" You tease, taking a fruit and eating it. Gabriel shakes his head and laughs.

"No, no, a few people owed me," Gabriel says, nodding. You laugh softly and lean against him, your head on his shoulder.

"Everyone owes you." You say earnestly and he smiles and kisses your head.

"I love you." He says, grabbing a piece of fruit and eating it. You smile and hum happily.

"I love you too…" You say, closing your eyes.

A few moments later, Gabriel holds out the bowl to you and bumps your hand with it. You open your eyes and take the last pieces of fruit out and put them in your mouth. Gabriel puts the bowl to the side and gives you your water again.

"Gabe, you don't have to mother-hen me." You tease and he brings his hand up to your face and gently traces the side of it.

"You deserve this. You deserve to be taken care of. You're worthy of every good thing… And right now life is hard and you might be having a difficult time, and maybe you've even made a few mistakes that you have a hard time forgiving yourself for… But we're human. And you? You're flawless in my eyes." Gabriel says, gently pulling you close. He lays the both of you down and pulls you to his chest. "I love you. You're the most important thing in this world."

You bury your face in his chest to hide how emotional his words have made you. Sometimes you really need to hear these things and Gabriel always knows when and how to say them. He's always there for you and he's always willing to listen and comfort you.

"I love you too, Gabriel." You say, wrapping your arm around his torso. "Thank you."

"For what, Y/N?" He asks, rubbing his hand up and down your back.

"For this. For being here for me, for everything… For loving me."

"Y/N, love, You make it easy."

You fall asleep in his arms feeling safe and loved.

[theboysfromaustin]

August 9, 2020

Kazuo walked into Anders’ old room to find the baby awake, “Hi, buddy! Ready to start your day?” “Ah!” Young Ian banged on the bars of his crib, having spent the night to give Anders and Dermot a date night.  The baby bounced up and down, “Ababa!” “What's that?” Kazuo leaned down to pick him up - Gav and Ian were sleeping still, “No prison can hold you?” “Eeee!” 

Kazuo kissed his head.  He loved his grandson,  and was always happy to spend time with him, “Alright, let's get you changed and dressed.” Kazuo was a bit unsure of his abilities to do this one-handed, but the changing table had a strap to hold wiggly babies, so he had a shot.

Young Ian was a pretty chill baby, and aside from immediately peeing on Kazuo, was changed and clothed with little incident.   Kazuo shed his shirt, opting to go shirtless as he picked his grandson back up.  He was surprised Ian and Gav weren't awake after all the noise, so he peeked into the bedroom.

Ian was flat on his back, mouth open, snoring and drooling.  Gav was situated the wrong way in bed.  “Well, you hungry?” “Buh.” “Alright, then,” he picked his way down the stairs, heading for the kitchen, plopping the boy in his chair.  He grabbed a tiny spoon, and went to look through the baby food, choosing oatmeal and peach, ripping the tops off the tubs with his teeth.

Young Ian bounced happily in his seat, waiting.  Martha, sensing food, moved from her rug by the back door to right under the high chair. “Okay, little man, breakfast time.” “Ah!” “We gotta start feeding you what we eat.  You're gonna love spaghetti.  And enchiladas.” “Eyayaya!” “You're a good eater,” Kazuo alternated between the two foods, the boy slapping the tray, “You wanna feed yourself?” “Bbbb…” 

“Alright, I won't rat on you if you throw it,” Kazuo dropped a pile of oatmeal and peaches on the tray, “Go nuts.” “Eeeeeyah!” Young Ian reared back, hands in the air before starting to shove food into his mouth.  Kazuo grinned, “Oh my god, you eat like your grandpa Gav.” “Mumumumum…” “You're talkative.  You're a smart kid, and you're gonna learn to be a smartass like the rest of us,” Kazuo leaned back in his hair, then jumped, “How long have you been there?!”

“Long enough,” Ian straightened up from where he’d been leaning on the kitchen door, “I've lived here long enough that I can move silently.  What happened to your shirt?” “Piss.” “Yours?” I'm not that uncoordinated.” Ian smirked, adjusting his massively fluffy mint green bathrobe, “You got him cleaned up and down here all on your own.  I'm proud of you.” Kazuo spooned more food onto the boy's tray, “Finally getting the hang of it, where's red?” 

Ian pulled up a chair next to Kazuo, “He's down hard.  Once he gets up, we'll go to Denny's.” “With the boy?” ”Needs to get used to eating in public, and besides, a baby is the least disruptive person in a Denny's,” Ian reached over to tweak Kazuo's nipple piercing, then leaned in.  “Hm?” Kazuo rested his head on Ian's, “What's up, Big Bird?”

“I love your sweet side.  You're just like your mum.”

“She would have loved him.” Young Ian had finished his good and was now licking the tray.  “When are our boys coming over?” Ian checked the clock, “Half an hour?  Hour?” “They probably wore each other out.” “And there's your gross side,” Ian kissed his forehead, “But I love you.” “Gotta take the whole package.” “Eeeeebaba!” Young Ian reached over, wiping oatmeal and peaches on Kazuo's arm. “He loves us.  At least until he gets to be a teenager, and all of us become embarrassing.” Ian’s eyes took on a look of uncertainty for a moment, something Kazuo immediately noticed.  He squeezed Ian’s arm, then tapped his ring on Ian’s, “Love you, baby.”

“Breakfast?” 

They looked up, at Gav who was quietly padding into the kitchen.  “Wow, you’re up.” “We gotta wait on our boys, then we’re going to Denny’s, then we can lay around in a gross food coma all day.” “Sweet.  Who got the boy ready?” Ian slung his arm around Kazupo, “He’s getting good at this, I’m proud of him.” “Yeah, if we’d gotten Anders is a baby, I probably wouldn’t have dropped him.” “You didn’t…?” Gav looked worried.  “Nah, my arm strength and dexterity is top-notch..”  The front door opened, Anders stumbling in, “Hey, queers.” “Morning, lads,” Dermot followed him in, “Think he’s still a bit…” “Drinkin’ last night?” “Wine after a nice dinner.” Kazuo smirked, “Bet you had fun.” “Heh….” Dermot flushed red, “How’s our boy?” “Sleeping well, eating well,” Ian reached over the stroke the baby’s soft, fluffy hair, “He’s a good baby.” “Let’s see how that holds up when he’s a toddler,” Gav stretched, “Yo, Ian, we should get dressed.” “Unless you wanna go to breakfast in that robe, is there anything under there?” Kazuo moved to stick his hand under the folds.  “Down, boy.  Alright, Gav and I are getting dressed, then we’re gonna nurse Anders’ hangover with some nasty, greasy Denny’s.”

“Wooooo!”

Anders flopped on the couch, Dermot picking young Ian up, the boy squealing happily, “Your da’s tipsy, little man.” “Eeeeebababababa…” “I should go put a shirt on,” Kazuo disappeared into the laundry room, and returned wearing Ian’s old PARTY NAKED shirt, “I don’t think I’ll be the least classiest person in Denny’s.” Ian and Gav came back fully dressed and somewhat presentable.

“Alright, boys, let’s go.  Sunday morning, so it’ll be a madhouse, but I know us…

We can out-madhouse any one of these bastards.”

[angelbvn]

mahonia ⇢ what place, thing, activity inspires you most and how do you express yourself when it does?

jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?

ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired?

chamomile ⇢ what kind of things do you like receiving as gifts?

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

eee thanks uuu for the ask puppyy~! sorry ‘m getting to it so late ^^; (also this is vv long so..)

mahonia ⇢ what place, thing, activity inspires you most and how do you express yourself when it does?

Ooo okay hmm..music is definitely one of them, and i usually express that through art! mm same for my headmates though i tend to make lil poems abt them!! does generic pretty scenery count? i can’t think of anything specific off the top of my head but pretty scenery just is so awe inspiring !

jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?

hm…Titanic..-i have no idea i just know it’s long lol . oh oh! any movies or books that have a big plot twist ending, cause i just can’t experience it the same as the first time ^^;

ivy ⇢ what are your 'tells' for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you're happy, annoyed, upset or tired?

hmm i think i have more physical tells then anything lol. lemme think..

happy: lots of texts and emoticons, typos, shorter but more texts (dunno if that makes sense). physical: about the same lots of talking but in short bursts, lots of “eep” noises and stuff like that lol

upset/tried: slow responses, either one word responses or long paragraphs, slow blinking lol, mm not lots of talking, less emoticons,,, uh yea

if u want more i could probably make a whole separate post lol

chamomile ⇢ what kind of things do you like receiving as gifts?

eeee small stuff!! annnnd blankets/fuzzy things!! stuffieeeeesss sweettsssss mmm

nutmeg ⇢ how's your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

mmmmm okay wait ima make this a separate post and make it around the part i live in the iw lol.

irl house is very simple, a little messy but for my things i know where stuff is. my room..um kinda wreak but still- and organized wreak :3

[coughrat]

I'm cool!! EEEE!! *happy noises*

@sunnywentpoof @sunnyinajar @meagancandraw @pandorapanther @moonlit-dreamers @tinyfairart @idiot-sl-oth @quasar-kaiser /nf

Sorry if I'm missing anyone!!

this post will be seen by someone who is so cool

[greyborn2]

For the Asks to Spread Love 💖 :D

2. Tell us why you love one of your OCs or an obscure canon character (link to any fics/art you have featuring them!) 

8. Best thing about canon

15. A topic you never get tired of discussing

Asks to Spread Love

Eeee! Thanke for the asks! Had been wondering if I'd get any!

2 - Why not both? So for OC's gonna go with Daro Lye because she has been rotating in my brain a LOT lately. TL;DR on her is Khajiiti cultist of mehrunes dagon who isnt just a 'ha ha! lets end the world!' cultist. Adore her both for just how... lively and jokey and constantly vibrant and moving she is? She has this sorta infectious (to me) joy that always manages to hit me hard just by writing her or thinking about her. Plus she's tied in with my favourite daedric prince so OF COURSE I love her. Did some art of her over here but gosh should I do some new stuff for her. That art is ooooold. For obscure canon character... Wylandriah. the court wizard of Riften. Interacted with her a ton on my last skyrim playthrough and GOSH I love her. She has such a fun vibe. Love mad scientists and, the adjacent, mad wizards and she's spot on in that zone. Wish she was a marriage option honestly!

8 - Ok, so I dunno if this is more of a best thing about canon or just best thing about how TES is written but either way its one of the things that has led to it being my permanent hyperfixation in the back of my brain no matter what other hyperfixations come in to cohabitate with it. The... I guess I'd word it as internal consistency? But how there is almost an unspoken science to the metaphysics and magic and sorta 'how the world works' of TES, that extends even to other parts like history and culture, that means if you know some parts you can fairly accurately theorize on other parts. Its not random disjointed parts, its all really cohesive (to me, anyway) and fits together like clockwork and that just makes my brain go brrrrrrr with happy noises. The intense satisfaction of unravelling TES lore like a clockmaker taking apart a time piece and then reassembling it lovingly.

15 - Ok, outside of TES? Just lore in general. I am a self prescribed Lore Gremlin and if someone gives me the right prompting now and then I can ramble about the lore of ANYTHING for hours. Something about lore and worldbuilding is just crack for my brain. But for TES specifically? Any of my favourites squad. Orcs, reachfolk, maomer and khajiit (vaguely in that order, though it varies sometimes). Adore those guys and ye, big brain brrrrr (affectionate)

[demonsofdevildom]

Standing out in the rain while a storm was raging it seemed but Yuki didn't look too bothered by it really when seeing something that others couldn't, looking up at the skies when that flash of lightning was had before murmuring something only to see more flashes come as were the loud thunder. A figure of sorts slowly revealed itself though one could hear the noises of metal scraping before that gust of wind swirled about in showing what the figure truly was, which looked like a bird of monstrous size and having faint crackles of electricity coursing through their feathers along with how the rumbling of thunder was a bit like churrs.

"Hello there again... it's been some time since we last spotted one another hasn't it? Don't worry I'm fine from your little prank all those years ago, no need to fuss of having struck me by accident when playing around you know." hearing that metallic noise sound from the bird before giving a light chuckle and finding the rain letting up a little, "Funny how even after all this time, you still check up on me due to my father being concerned of me even if he's not on the mortal plane anymore. Mmm..." the bird itself was known as a thunderbird judging from how it had the characteristics of one if were to read up on the old native stories that were of such beings. The bird couldn't help but make that odd warble noise accompanied by more metallic sounds and lowering their head as if knowing that too well of what Yuki spoke of, sure they were young when rowdy in tossing their energy about but still felt bad of having hurt someone when doing so back then. Blinking when a calm hand rested over their head and making that soft noise of happiness when liking that their kind wasn't forgotten by the people.

Trying to shake off the rain water when feeling a bit chilled due to standing out in the rain like this and offering soft pets to his friend, "Eeee there now, you better carry on traveling huh? Besides... I'm getting cold from having stood around in the rain waiting to see you, haha." feeling that large beak bump against his head when that faint spark of energy was shared between them and watching the storm kick up again, "Tell my father I say hi too would you? I look forward to another visit when you come by again as well!" scuttling back to the safety of an awning that was nearby and watching the bird slowly take off while the storm itself slowly died down after them leaving the area.