#especially when I can’t even get PIP.

[exhaustedwerewolf]

christ. texted me boss I’d be in tomorrow and I’m feeling better. only for her to be like well your gp declared you unfit for work so hr won’t let you work. only for me to be like. okay I’ll see if I can get my gp to declare me fit for work in the morning I guess since it’s an afternoon/evening shift… only to start feeling unwell.

[humanjarvis]

punch

synopsis: caleb teaches you how to punch.

tags: fluff, high school caleb x reader (caleb's like a senior and you're a sophomore), bullying & implied revenge, tension/flirting, size difference word count: 659

a/n: this was supposed to be categorized as a drabble but i got tired of seeing smut smut smut under my caleb fics and i can do what i want. also ayeee we ballin. we fight together (is this reference outdated)

“Again.”

Caleb's command breaks through his heavy breaths, beads of sweat dripping down his face as he circles you. 

The sweltering heat of the closed garage clouds your focus, causing your next jab to fall a few inches short of its bemused target. “Can’t we stop now? Or at least take a little break?” you whine. “You’ve been drilling me for over an hour.” 

A few days earlier, Caleb had left school early for a doctor’s appointment, meaning you’d had to walk home alone. Seizing the rare opportunity, the meanest boys in 10th grade had followed you all the way, shouting jeers and yanking on your braids when they got close enough. 

Two hours later, when Caleb had knocked on your door to ask about your day, your bloodshot eyes were still glistening with tears. Yet somehow, when you mumbled to him what’d happened, he’d been more upset than you were—he’d pressed a kiss to your forehead and gone to shut himself in his room, trembling hands clenched into fists on his way out. 

The morning after, you hadn’t been able to find the bullies in class or anywhere in the halls. Your next sighting wasn't until after lunch that day, when they’d pressed themselves against the walls as you walked past.

Their matching black eyes were the first hint at what’d happened. The hastily scrawled We’re sorry note in your locker was the second. 

Now, with a pitying smirk, Caleb checks the old clock on the wall. “I’ll let you take a break when you land…five hits in a row,” he decides, tilting his head. “Your record’s two so far, pipsqueak. You won’t be scarin’ anyone off like that.” 

With a pout, you drop your gloved hands to rest at your sides. “Isn’t this silly, though? You have us locked away in here because you won’t even tell Gran what you’re up to. Why do I have to secretly learn how to punch when I have you to protect me?” 

In the next five seconds, the same number of expressions crosses his face: shock, pride, guilt, satisfaction, and worry. “You know I’ll always protect you, pips,” he starts solemnly. “But…it’d make me feel a lot better if you at least knew how to break a guy’s jaw. That way, when I get there, I can get to work on the higher-level stuff,” he shrugs with a wink. 

With a poorly suppressed giggle, you squint up at him. “And how do you know how to throw a punch, Caleb?” you ask, brow raised.

“Don’t worry about it. Now, hands up, feet apart,” he instructs, bringing his own fists up to block. 

As you drag yourself back into form, wavering from fatigue, Caleb comes up behind you. Wrapping his much larger hand around your fist, he maneuvers it into the correct position. “Never tuck your thumb into your fist,” he murmurs. “If you hurt yourself tryin’ to punch someone else, I’ll have to hit ‘em twice as hard. Can’t have that.”

As his breath brushes your ear and his words sink in, you have to fight to stop the heat rising to your already sweating face. “What now?”

“Now,” he whispers as he guides you through the movements, “extend your arm straight and snap right back here. Don’t hesitate.” 

Your skin tingles as you move together, and you know you have to break free from him before you embarrass yourself. Flustered, you spin around in his arms to launch a sneak attack, only to end up subdued by Caleb’s far superior strength. 

With your fragile wrists trapped in his hands, he lifts a slightly arched eyebrow. “And never underestimate your opponent,” he advises, a smug lilt in his voice. “Especially if they’re the person who knows you best.”

Looking down at the closeness of your bodies, Caleb swallows thickly and releases your arms. As he circles back around you, a clear order interrupts the heady buzz in your brain. 

“Again.”  

[genevaxoxo]

imagine caleb who simply can’t help but melt when you wrap your legs around him-

even in the most innocent moments his mind can’t help but drift- after all he’s been depraved of you for so long. can you blame him? no, especially not when he’s dealing with a temptress herself.

he’s simply laying in bed going over his reports of the day, against the brand new headboard hes purchased-courtesy of redesigning his apartment in sky haven all per your liking of course- when you all but saunter in.

he slowly feels the bed dip, before peering over the papers, watching you slowly crawl up his body and end up in a straddle on top of him. you simply peer down at him, relaxing and placing your weight down onto his hips. your face breaks out into a smile, tucking your hair behind your ears- but all caleb can think of is wrapping his hands in those locks and slammi-

“calebbbb…” you softly grumble, lips settling a pout. “it’s been 5 hours since you’ve gotten home and you’ve been in this same spot, doing the same thing for the past 4 and a half. take a break pleaseee?” you whine and paw at his chest, attempting to snatch the reports away from an already doomed smitten caleb.

“hey watch the hands-“ he drops the papers and grasps your wrists holding them in place w one hand while using the other to stabilize your waist. you’ve basically begun toppling over onto him, faces half a foot apart, a curtain of hair encompassing the both of you.

“i uh- ahem-i need- have to finish these up by tonight-“

“but caleb i miss you… please just an hour of your time i promise i won’t bother you again”

your hands squirm in his grip trying to get out, and your body keeps shuffling on top of him, making it oh so difficult for caleb to breathe and keep himself from flipping you both over right now. he chooses safety instead, for his own health at the very least.

“pips i’m sorry i-“

you quickly bury your face in his neck, whining once more, and with a gasp, caleb releases your hands to steady you instead (if by steadying you mean clutching your hips and trying not to grind you down).

slowly you peel your face away, and grasp his face gently cradling him. you lean down, and suddenly, you smell ten times sweeter, and look a million times more gorgeous like this. his eyes start to flutter close as your lips brush against his, over and over again, in a torturous cycle- and it takes everything in him to not swallow you whole, and bite and suck on any part of you that he grasp.

in a temptingly soft voice, you utter the words that he can’t help but crumble to-

“please caleb…need you so much-”

so with eyes drowning with love, a heart bursting at the seams with adoration, a dick brick hard like a metal, and a heavy sigh-

“alright…you win. i’m all yours for the night pipsqueak.”

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okay i’m so sorry this is literallt SO bad i got secondhand when i pressed post but hopefully someone likes it and if you do please lmk i feel like a loser 🙏🙏🙏

[toasttt11]

like me

summary: spending the holidays with your future in laws includes having snow ball fights and ending up by the fire with hot chocolate

jack hughes x reader

hhh masterlist

Being able to spend the holidays with family is always really special especially for her as spending the holidays has became something she grown to look forward to with the Hughes since she started dating Jack a few years ago.

They can’t always make it Michigan for the holidays and some times holidays are in New Jersey or Vancouver but what really matters the most is who you are with.

Lucky this year everyone’s schedules align well and they all could be in Michigan on Christmas Eve and Christmas day together. They even all get to celebrate the first Hanukkah together which made the time together even more special.

She got in late on the twenty third with Luke and Jack after the boys game against the Rangers and Quinn got in around the same time.

The four were all exhausted by the time they got back to the house in Michigan and all went to their own rooms.

She cuddled incredibly close to Jack all night always forgetting that Michigan had even colder winters than New Jersey.

By the time they all woke up a little before midday on Christmas Eve there was even more snow and quickly they all got on their snow gear and got outside.

Jack tossed a snowball at Quinn but Quinn turned and the snowball hit his girlfriend right in the face, Jack gasped looking extremely guilty, “Love i’m so sorry-“ Jack’s words were cut off by him getting hit in the face with a snowball.

Luke had thrown a snowball right in Jack’s face, “No hitting my sister.” Luke playfully glared as she laughed standing behind Luke’s extremely tall self.

“She’s my girlfriend!” Jack squawked in offense grabbing more snow in his hands as Quinn laughed at Jack’s face.

“Who you hit in the face!” She pipped in behind Luke grinning as she heard Jack make an offended sound and she peeked around Luke’s arm to grin at Jack.

“Traitor!” Jack playfully declared pointing at his girlfriend trying to hide his fond smile at her giggles.

Quinn smiled as he grabbed a snowball and hit Jack in the face when Jack was distracted and started laughing as Jack whipped his head to him.

“Oh it’s so on.” Jack declared tackling his older brother to the snow making the other two laugh as they enjoyed watching Jack and Quinn play wrestle in the snow.

She decided to plop down into the snow starting to make a show angel and Luke perked up and plopped down next to her making a snow angel too.

“Luke!” She laughed as Luke’s long legs started going through her snow angel.

“Whoops.” Luke sheepishly smiled as he saw he made her snow angels legs disappear.

They were so focused on their snow angels they didn’t realize Quinn and Jack stoooed fighting and now stood over them watching them.

Jack smiled mischievously and leaned down and quickly picked up his girl and gently throwing her over his shoulder making her squeal with laugher and cling to him.

“Jack!” She laughed as Jack pretended to drop her and he smiled at her bright loud laugher, his favorite sound in the whole world.

Jack laughed as she gripped onto him tighter as he spun her around her around even more before gently dropping her onto the snow and landing on top of her.

She laughed loudly as Jack squished her into the snow and started pressing kisses all over her cold cheeks and nose.

Jack finally pressed his cold lips to her cole lips making her hum and grab the back of his head pulling him even closer to her.

Jack flinched back as he got hit in the back of the heart with a snow ball and turned around quickly seeing Luke and Quinn laughing, “Really?” Jack questioned sending them an annoying glance.

Luke and Quinn just shrugged in reply making Jack groan.

“Are you four going to come in?” Ellen leaned on the back door with a fond smile, they have been outside for hours and soon the sun would start setting. It reminded her of the days her three boys would spend all day outside in the snow and on the ice playing together.

Ellen saw Jack lying on top of her in the snow and Luke and Quinn laughing together.

Jack stood up and held out his hands for her to grab and pulled her up out of the snow wrapping an arm around her waist as they walked into the warm house with Luke and Quinn.

“I’m gonna go shower.” She softly told Jack once they got out of their snow clothes and she was soaked and wanted to warm up.

Jack nodded and pressed a kiss to her cheek seeing that she was a lot more wet from the snow than any of them and her hair was really wet.

She headed up to their room and turned the warm shower on and got in sighing in relief at the warmth.

She stood in the shower for a long while just enjoying the warmth.

She got out of the shower in a big towel and smiled seeing that when Jack came up to get changed he left her a pair of his sweatpants, long sleeve shirt and a pair of socks that he put in the dryer for her as they are all very warm.

She happily put the warm clothes on and headed down the stairs seeing all of the Hughes sitting around the couch with the fire on and all of them had hot chocolate in their hands.

Jack looked up and smiled lovingly seeing her walking into the room and held up the side of his blanket for her to sit down next to him.

Jack wrapped an arm around her shoulder tucking the blanket around her and handing her a cup of hot chocolate he made for her.

She sigh happily as she took a sip of the hot chocolate, she always loves when Jack makes her hot chocolate and he always puts lots of marshmallows and candy canes.

She laid her head on his shoulder and Jack leaned down pressing a kiss to her head and inhaled realizing she used his shampoo and conditioner.

Jack absolutely loves when she uses his shower things because she smells like him.

“You smell like me.” Jack mumbled against her ear pressing a kiss to the side of head.

She smiled looking at him shaking her head fondly knowing how much Jack loves when she smells like him.

She laid her head back on Jack’s shoulder and smiled contently glad to be with her family for the holidays.

[lieran03]

Raising Their Voice

Love and Deepspace Fanfic

The usual calm and soft men who never raise their voice suddenly did so in front of you, and that's only to protect you

Genre: fluff/slice of life Pairing: Caleb x fem!reader (usage of Pip-squeak as nickname) Words: 2.223 Warning: High School setting! Might be referencing Caleb as "brother"

Writing commission || Ko-fi || AO3 acc

Xavier's || Zayne's || Rafayel's || Sylus'

Based on THIS request

Being the school crush has always been Caleb’s title from the start. And it’s not rare for her to be the one to deliver food or a snack to Caleb, their way to show love. Caleb has always turned down all the confessions people made to him. However, he always takes the snack and tells his Pip-squeak to eat it. In his defense, it’s the right thing since she brings all of it to him.

While busy munching on the snack given by Caleb’s fans, she stares at him with a deep glare. Lately, busy with his basketball practice, Caleb has made her go home alone. At first, he wanted her to be with him, but knowing how tiresome waiting for him was, he preferred for her to be at home, where Grandma would get food ready for her already.

Caleb did nothing wrong, at least she knows and understands that. He worries for her, thinking that there might be a shady guy trying to get close to her on the way back home. But what concerned her was the fact that her bag was always filled with Caleb’s snacks. She didn’t dare to leave it in his bag on the bench while he was busy practicing. Therefore, as a result, she was forced to bring all the snacks home, feeling the weight in her bag.

“Are you jealous again that they are putting more attention on me than you, even when you are in the same class? Or are you jealous that I got snacks from them? If the case were the second, you shouldn’t feel like that. I would never eat it, and it all goes to your stomach. Shouldn’t you be happy instead that you get free snacks, Pip-squeak?”

“You’re really dense, Caleb,” she mumbled before getting back on the food. “If you really didn’t want to accept them, why are you still taking their snacks?”

“I told them not to already, but they’re still persistent, saying something like it’s okay if you didn’t accept my love, Caleb, at least let me give you a snack as a way to appreciate or admire you from afar.”

On his last words, Caleb made his voice a little higher than usual, trying to imitate the girls from her class. A laugh can be heard after listening to Caleb’s words and imitating, which didn’t sound like it at all. After a good laugh, one of the snacks was finally finished, making her throw the trash to Caleb, earning a glance from him again.

“What? What is your problem, Pip-squeak?”

“My bag is heavy with your snack, you know?”

Caleb was silent for a few moments, looking at how she put her legs on his lap like it was a usual thing. They did this almost every day after all. “A snack that in the end would end up in your stomach, and you still complain about it?”

Instead of an answer, all Caleb got was a glare coming from her, making him sigh a bit and give a light massage to her calf. A satisfied hum was heard, an answer that she was happy Caleb understood what she wanted, especially at a moment like this. After enjoying his massage for a few minutes, she finally started to speak.

“You usually bring my bag, so it’s only right for you to do the same to me every day.”

“Pip-squeak … you’re so spoiled, do you know that?” Again, she was against saying anything, only puffing her chest to show how proud she was.

It was Caleb’s fault for making her a spoiled child, after all.

“Then, when I can’t go home with you, don’t take any of the snacks. It was an order from me,” Caleb said, and offered a kind smile to her, looking at how she saluted him as an answer.

The chance of not getting back together with Caleb came faster than she thought. Although he had already promised he would always be with her and bring her bag, the sudden call from the teacher made her go alone. She has taken the snacks for Caleb before, on her break, and she could swear her bag weighed more than usual, remembering the classes for that day.

“Caleb, you dummy!” she grumbled, pulling on her bags while she walked near the basketball court. The voice of Caleb’s friends can be heard, and some of them were calling to her, knowing their relationship.

“Bags filled with letters and snacks for him again?” One of the basketball members, that she didn’t bother to remember the name, finally talked when he stood in front of her. “That’s quite heavy, are you really sure going to go home alone? You can wait here for him.

The offer wasn’t entirely bad, making her agree to it almost instantly. Just thinking about bringing her bags home already wears her down. Watching the other kids playing isn’t all bad, she even found a special charm to it, thinking about how Caleb must have looked cool and amazing while playing. She rarely watches Caleb play or practice.

“Aren’t you tired of being a porter? Oh, I didn’t mean it bad way, but … it’s just that you're always the one to bring his snack.” Busy with her mind, she didn’t realize that she was currently mobbed by the other kids too. “Did he tell you to bring him the snack?”

“No, no, no. That’s not like that. After all, the snacks usually went to me, so I just brought them in advance, telling him what food he got, and all.”

“He never touches any of the food given to be eaten at that moment, right? Remember that one time? Caleb was given a bento that they had made since early morning, and he declined. He even said he had already eaten!”

The conversation around her went well just by themselves, leaving her to listen to the story of how amazing Caleb is, and how popular he was at the school. Even after knowing it all, she couldn’t help but barf, knowing that Caleb would brag himself to her once this type of conversation came. Feeling entertained enough with the story, she finally took something out of her bag.

A cookie, probably handmade, can be seen. Without hesitation, she asked the others if they wanted a taste of the cookie. It’s not the first time for her to get from this person, and even when she told Caleb didn’t like the taste—he’s not a picky eater, but he still has his preference—she still insists on giving it. The words that said it was okay if Caleb didn’t eat it were enough, as long as Caleb knew she made it herself.

“You are giving this to us? Thank you so much! But are you sure?”

A nod was given before she said, “Caleb didn’t like this. But the girl keeps on pestering him to the point she sends it through me.”

After the short explanation, the boys started to enjoy the cookie. Some of them show an indication of not liking it, and some others enjoy it, as if it were them who got the love. Watching different expressions coming from them made her hold back a giggle, she didn’t want to be seen as someone strange.

Another offer was made by her, asking if anyone wanted to finish the cookie. However, the box was quickly taken from her hands, making everyone look at the person that just suddenly come. It’s not hard, at least for her, to know who the person is. It was no other than the cookie-maker herself, looking furious and seems if she almost burst.

A question didn’t reach her throat when she—and the boys—heard a shout coming, scolding and getting angrier the more she spoke. All they could do was watch, trying their best to understand the situation they were in. Their amusement stops when she suddenly shrieks and throws the box of cookies to the ground, making a mess around.

“I shouldn’t have trusted you! I told you to give it to Caleb, but here you were flirting with the others and … and … you give this to them!”

“Flirting? No, no, you got the wrong idea. I have a girlfriend, and I wouldn’t even dare to touch her that way.” All of the basketball team knows how protective Caleb could be, and touching her is the same as asking for death.

“Is Caleb not enough for you?! Or are you trying to act like a princess of the group?!”

“What …? I told you multiple times that Caleb won’t like this cookie, but you still insist….”

Another shriek came, stopping her from explaining. The fight, which was uncalled for, suddenly got intense. Shouting insults came from the two girls, leaving the boys to panic and try to stop them. Although they were trying their best, two girls fighting wasn’t a good combination, and they were too scared to touch them.

“You’re acting spoiled! As if Caleb won’t ever leave you one day! He will realize that you’re just a mistake and will leave you!”

“Take that back! Caleb isn’t that kind of person.”

“Y-you two, come on. It’s just a cookie ….”

“Yeah, it's supposed to be a cookie for Caleb, not for any of you! And that’s because of this one person! She couldn’t even send it to Caleb! A simple task, and you can’t even finish it properly. Did you even learn the basic hacks of life? You’re so spoiled that you will make Caleb sick of you.”

“Yeah, she was spoiled. My Pip-squeak is spoiled,” Caleb suddenly announced, putting his elbow to her head, stopping her from moving or throwing punches. “That’s because I was the one who made it. I didn’t want her to be a porter, she’s someone important to me, so she should have had the luxury, right? If she wanted a cookie, I could make it. If she wants her bag to be lifted, I will do it.”

Once Caleb showed up, the boys slowly backed away, trying to give him a chance to show that she’s not someone anyone should mess with. Every one of them already sees this side of Caleb, telling them that none of them could get to her or try to hit on her. She is his, she is his Pip-squeak.

“And if she wanted to fight? I will be the one step up and fight for her.” The smile on Caleb’s face made his words even more dangerous. No one could guess what he was thinking at the moment.

“Caleb … but she … she made my cookie … she gives my cookie.”

“Then, shouldn’t you give it to me instead of telling her? In case you didn’t know, she ate almost all of the snacks people gave me. Do they know? Yeah, but do they mind? Looking at this bag, I don’t think so.” Caleb lifted her bag using his evol, showing how big it was with the snack stuffed in. “If you didn’t dare to give it to me yourself, don’t act like you are everything.”

Looking at the Cooki-Maker girl for a moment, Caleb finally put his arm around his Pip-squeak’s shoulder, telling her to go home now or Grandma would worry about them not getting back yet. Seeing the two walk away, something inside of Cookie-Maker only boiled more, making her shout and insult them in front of Caleb and the others.

“You are so spoiled that your brother was the one to clean up your mess! You’re such a child that you can’t even do anything by yourself, and to make it worse, you always try to get boys’ attention …!”

“If you have a problem, tell me instead of shouting at her!” Caleb, who couldn’t believe what he heard, suddenly walked back towards her, raising his voice and glaring. “I was with her since we were kids, always by her side and complimenting her, always the one to protect her because it was my will … and here you are insulting her.”

Seeing how angry Caleb was now, the boys finally ran to his side, pushing him away to stop him from making the fight worse. Sensing that it might get worse, she also pulled Caleb’s hand, looking at him with begging eyes. It works almost instantly. Caleb’s focus was only on her and no one else, not caring about others, and just the feel of her hands wrapped around his.

“Let’s just go home, Caleb, okay? You didn’t need to waste your time on her.”

Caleb was being dragged away, his shoulder with both of their bags, and her hand intertwining with his. “Pips … you shouldn’t have been too good at someone like that.”

“I know, and I can handle it myself. Let me throw punches at her tomorrow and show just how I might be the best Hunter in the future!”

“No need for that. I didn’t want to get you suspended from school,” Caleb said with a chuckle, brushing her hair and staring with adoration. “Pip-squeak, the next time the others wanted to leave snacks, said that you’re unavailable. If they still insist, call me immediately. I will protect you from people who try to belittle you.”

[cocoreallylovesraiden]

Hi hi hi! Loved ur mk1 sick!reader headcanons, they so silly so cute!

May I request headcanons for hypersomniac!reader? Like they're always tired and sleepy. I mainly wanna see Shang Tsung and Kenshi <3 so feel free to include anyone else you'd like, male or female 🥰

MK1 characters and hypersomniac! reader

(shang tsung, kenshi, kung lao + extra lin kuei trio)

this request was from MARCH um hey... hi... sorry... but im back....requests are open....

Shang Tsung

-He seems like the extremely productive type, so I can’t say I think he’d appreciate someone who is on the more tired side. 

-Will be a gigantic diva whenever you mention it, talking about how ‘he’s been up for thirty hours and hasn’t so much as made a pip!’ 

-Would make all sorts of alarming potions and elixirs to prevent you from feeling drowsy- for the most part they don’t work because he doesn't really know how to make things without lethal side effects (and does not want you to DIE)

-He makes a big deal that he’s going to dissect you or experiment on you if you fall asleep as a scare tactic, and you’ll jolt awake from a sweaty nap terrified that you don’t have all your limbs

-(You are just in the corner of his work space, bundled in pelts and left untouched) (This is overkill on the pelts you are melting here.)

-He turns around and looks at you like WHAT! WHAT DO YOU WANT! NO I DIDN’T EXPERIMENT ON YOU ARE YOU STUPID!! But it is ultimately well meaning… you think?

-In all honesty I think Shang Tsung is the kind to get irritated by constant noise, especially when he’s trying to focus, so if you’re more mellow because of it, he would personally appreciate it. 

-He will exclusively refer to you as sleepyhead or ‘you sleeping lug’ thought i hope you're ok with that

-Will flick your nose if he sees you nodding off

Kenshi

-I feel like he’d be an insomniac, losing sleep because of everything he’s gone through

-Depending on his mood he’d either be irritated or soothed by your hypersomniac tendencies 

-Though because he's an earthrealmer (read: someone with a phone and google) he’d be able to do his own research and realize that it’s something that can impact you too 

-Just like how nights are hard for him, daytime can be a struggle for you as well, and as much as he can rationalize this his head he does metaphorically roll his (late) eyes when he sees you nodding off.

-He feels very chivalrous when you fall asleep against his shoulder so it does get  you good brownie points there

-If someone noisier came in he’d do the super suave cool guy thing where he just puts a finger to his lips and then points at you (would feel very cool afterwards)

-In the event that yall go grocery shopping he will be at the pharmacist counter the entire time asking about vitamins supplements remedies etc and in the end you’ll have a bedside table full of pill bottles that make you feel geriatric 

-Will use you feeling tired as an excuse to leave any social function and will be so happy (you were not fine he was just extremely overwhelmed) ((he hates house parties the floor plan is unfamiliar))

-He’s lived a stressful life and is thankful to take it slower with you

-Until you’ve fallen asleep halfway through a movie and he needs you to describe a scene GET UP I NEED TO KNOW WHAT SWORD THE GUY IS USING IS IT ACCURATE

Kung Lao 

-Takes it upon himself to jumpscare you the moment he sees you dozing off

-He just finds it hilarious, and you DID say you wanted to feel less tired throughout the day!

-Unfortunately he’d be the least gracious about it if you were sensitive about your hypersomnia (even against shang god bless you) but would also never take it to heart

-Maybe the first or second time you fell asleep around him, he’d worry that you found him boring, but once you explain it to him he Does Not Mind at all

-I mean it's The Great Kung Lao how can you NOT feel lulled to sleep safe and sound (completely rhetorical question)

-In all honestly I think your condition might start to change the most you spend around him, either you’d become totally immune to him and therefore ALL noise intervention, or start being more awake

-Would start stacking mahjong tiles on your head, tying your shoelaces together, seeing how much he could do before you woke up

-This means that if you caught him dozing off you have full permission to take his hat and run off to hide it somewhere

-Start the timer, GO! Let’s see how long it takes for him to find it this time! (It’s lodged into the ceiling) ((he will take an hour to find it))

Kuai Liang

-If you are under him in the Shirai Ryu or Lin Kuei, i imagine he would be tough on you like a mentor 

-But if not? He would find you incredibly endearing, always making sure that the places you frequently met in the compound had nearby shade or comfortable seating 

-Encourages you to rest if you are tired, if you want to stop falling asleep, he’ll offer tea

Tomas Vrbada

-Gets scared by you while walking past you since you’re so quiet

-You scared the ninja! Good on you 

-Yells, jolts you awake, then apologizes profusely and then promptly asks if you are interested in becoming a ninja under his tutelage 

Bi Han 

-As long as you stay out of his line of schedule you’re fine

-I too would be pissed if I worked the whole day only to see a sleepy lil guy 

-Yawns whenever you yawn and then yells at you for making him yawn 

[mapofsouthdakota]

Both a headcanons and request kind of because your Bear AU has been rattling around in my head nonstop rent free. Maybe it’ll happen in the story but if you did an interlude of some sort where MC is tasting Caleb’s cooking and giving a genuine compliment or really likes it? I know there was the monkfish competition but like maybe a scene where she praises his cooking because I feel like in game Caleb is feral/has an itch to cook and provide and feed maybe I’m rattling just needed to get this out from another fic on Ao3 I read

Aaaa thank you so much for the kind words on the Bear AU! Aaaand yeee, I have a couple doodles in the good ol’ notes for at least two more chapters, so knowing people enjoy it makes it feel even more fulfilling, like I’m writing with you all, not just for myself! 🫶🏻

Now, over to your ask: You know what? This is so interesting! Especially after that little bit of lore from his myth—it really hit me that Caleb was the one who made the MC experience taste for the first time. Sweet, bitter, savory. And honestly? That’s probably why he’s got a bit of a feeding kink (lol) with her—in the softest, most tender way possible (I think? who know with this guy lol)

Here’s the thing though—I feel like this dynamic really needs the soulmate MC (not one of my AU simps accidentally falling for Caleb) to hit full emotional impact. So with that said…

450ish words of Caleb cooking, and you (as Pip-squeak aka the MC) tasting his cooking. Hope this scratches your itch, dear reader!

🧡 Taste this (Caleb)

You step into the kitchen, drawn in by the warm scent of something buttery and faintly spiced, your curiosity piqued the moment you heard the soft clatter of pans earlier. Caleb’s back is to you, his attention completely wrapped in the task at hand—like the rest of the world’s gone quiet around him and only this dish exists.

“There’s my favorite test subject,” he says without turning, voice laced with that trademark smugness. “Perfect timing, Pip-squeak.”

The counter is a quiet chaos of intention—chopped herbs, a small bowl of lemon zest, and two elegant plates already warming beside the stove. “Test subject?” you ask, leaning on the counter with a playful arch of your brow. “I thought I was your favorite person.”

He glances over his shoulder at you, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smile that’s just short of wicked. “That too. But you’re especially useful when I want to try something new.” He turns fully now, holding a wooden spoon. “Taste this.”

As you step closer, he lifts the spoon to your lips. The sauce is rich—earthy with mushrooms, a whisper of wine and cream, and something bright you can’t quite place.

“Oh wow,” you murmur. “That’s amazing. What’s the sharpness in there? Citrus?”

“Lemon zest and a dash of white balsamic,” he says, clearly pleased you noticed. “I’ve been tweaking this one all week.”

You grin. “You’ve been workshopping a mushroom sauce? For me?”

Caleb shrugs, stirring the pot again with a casual confidence that only makes the room feel warmer. “You liked that porcini risotto the other night. Thought I’d push it further.” A beat. “I like seeing how far I can take something when it’s for you.”

Your heart does this little flip, and he just keeps stirring like he didn’t say anything at all.

“I really appreciate it, you know,” you say softly. “All of this.”

He doesn’t look up, but there’s a small, satisfied nod—like he’s letting your words settle somewhere deep. Still stirring. Still focused. Then, with a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth: “Finish your bites first. Then you can shower me in praise.”

He plates with care, like he’s putting on a private show. Even the final drizzle of something green and glistening feels like a signature flourish. When he’s done, he steps back with a quiet little nod. “Alright,” he says, satisfied. “Moment of truth, Pip-squeak.”

“Wild mushroom ragù on a bed of soft polenta with garlic confit and parmesan crisp,” he announces, placing the dish in front of you with a flourish. “A little fancy. A little comforting.” He gives you a smug little look. “Lovingly made by yours truly, of course.”

You take the first bite and immediately groan—not dramatically, but it slips out, honest and completely involuntary.

Caleb freezes.

“That,” he says, eyes narrowing in a pleased, dangerous kind of way, “is why I love cooking for you.”

Before you can come up with a reply, he steps in and pulls you into a one-armed hug. His chin brushes the top of your head, voice lower, softer. “I mean… why I only cook for you.”

[midnigtartist]

I wrote a longer SpellBomb fic and y’all are getting it first

Please enjoy Gale being a little horny and a lot soft in the shadow cursed lands 🔮💣

He can’t help but watch her through the mirror of her makeshift vanity as she readies herself for sleep. Lounged on his side on a thin straw mattress in the only spare room at Last Light, Gale considers how supremely lucky he is. To get to share space with the most captivating woman he’s ever had the good graces to know. The domesticity of the thing feels new and novel after a year spent in isolation, and even longer as the lover of the Mother of Magic.

Mystra preferred abstraction in their relationship. The intertwining of their very souls in the astral over and over again is a pleasure Gale’s not know before nor since, but left little in the way of mortal cuddling after the fact. Mystra would summon him when she pleased and dismissed him when she was satisfied. If there was a scrape of vulnerability to be found in her, he’d not seen it while splayed across her infinite domain.

Dotty hums a halting, pipping tune as she run fingers through her frazzled hair, picking out clots of dry blood with her dexterous fingers.

It had been but a few hours ago that this inn, this singular point of silvered hope in the mitst of the shadow cursed night, had been sieged. Set upon by the Absolute cult that dogs every step of their journey. Another frantic pitch for survival against the horrors of the cursed land, and Dotty looks so fine, even whilst in the thick of it.

Her stately poise and cheerful disposition betray how truly fierce she is in the heat of battle. Every muscle pulled taut, every movement sharp and precise, lethal. The way she wields crossbows half as tall as she is with such ease never ceases to steal the breath from Gale’s chest.

The scrap to protect the Selunite cleric and guardian of the inn had been a fierce one indeed. A treacherous flaming fist commander bore down on them with a horde of devils, but the moment that persists at the forefront of his mind is that of Dotty, thrusting her rapier up though the stomach of one of the winged beasts. Her eyes white fire and her lips pulled back in a shrill, piercing shriek of rage. Every bit the devil her heritage presumes.

Even now, the lingering tendrils of adrenaline squeeze tight around Gale’s heart at the memory, leaving him suddenly flushed from hairline to toes. There’s a particular exhilaration he feels at seeing her in such a state. One that leaves him so desperately wanting.

Her navy skin, like the deep blue of the bay seen from his tower window at night, and speckled with just as many stars, peaks over the top of the wide collared tunic she wears to bed. Gale traces the lines of her shoulders with his eyes.

To say he desires her would be an understatement. He’s desired her nearly from the first moment he’d met her. Dotty is a beautiful young woman and she is well aware of the fact. He’d like to say his attraction goes deeper then just her full lips and rounded hips, and in many ways it does. She has a seemingly unquenchable thirst for life and joy, and a devastatingly gentle heart that never fails to steel his own, but still. He is just one mortal man, and flawed man at that. He can’t keep his mind from wandering down paths flesh. Thoughts of her of soft skin fitted into his hands. Her teeth set against his throat or her taloned hands pawing at his chest.

How he longs to spread her out across his sheets, like royal blue ink spilling across the fresh pages of a new chapter of his life. Weave willing it's not the last chapter, of course.

It would be tactless to voice such desires without preamble however, so Gale instead breaks their amicable silence with-

“It is exhilarating, facing what grim horrors these cursed lands throw at us. Especially by your side.”

Dotty hums absently in way of response as she continues to pick at a particularly troublesome knot in her silver hair.

“I once read a book-“ he tries, sitting up a little straight on the bed. “One detailing how a brush with danger might heighten ones desire for—other forms, of stimulation. Have you- read anything on the subject?” He finishes, valiantly.

Could he not have thought of something cleverer? Well he can no more resend the words then he could pluck a star from the astral sea.

Dotty seems to find his fumbling question amusing, which is a great comfort at the very least. Her fond gaze catches his through her looking glass, eyes crinkling at the corners. Her words laced with laughter when she speaks.

“Read it? At this point I could write it myself.”

The mild embarrassment building in his throat dissipates, leaving only warm affection in its wake.

“Oh, I believe you.” He says, aware of how breathless he sounds but not paying it any mind.

Dotty pushes the last of her curls back from her face and stands, moving instead to her pack on the other side of the room. Gale’s gaze stumbles after her like how a child might chase a butterfly.

“You never look so beautiful then at the end of stirring battle. Your cheeks flushed, your eyes bright, your skin glistening,,,,”

He can’t help but reach out as she passes him on the bed, brushing the backs of his knuckles down the sinuous length of her tail. A self satisfied smirk wedges itself onto his face as her tail presses up to meet his touch.

“Perhaps its just the thrill of our near undead experience talking but, standing at your side through such darkness and despair- it only makes me want you more.”

Dotty hums her acknowledgment again, but he can see the way her mouth curls in a shy smile, and the tops of her cheeks flush violet at his words. Gods, what he wouldn’t give to gather her up into his lap and please her.

Instead he lets his hand drop back to his knee, fingers curling around the fabric of his trousers. “Unfortunately, this is neither the time or the place to indulge in such feelings.”

“Is it not? We’re as alone now as we’ve ever been.” Dotty drops her pack and instead comes to stand between his legs. Her lithe fingers sweep an errant piece of hair from his brow. “I don’t see why we couldnt,, indulge.”

Gales head bobs between his shoulders and a huff of laughter escape him. “I’d hope to make our first time together a bit more impressive then a quick tumble on a straw mattress. I want it to be special.” He reaches up, taking both of her hands in his. “To woo you properly. Well- as best I can given the circumstances.”

They’re calloused in unexpected places, littered with fine scars from her tinkering. He runs his thumbs over her fingers with single minded awe.

Dotty cocks her head to one side, eyes adorably round with surprise. “Really? Huh- most men cant wait for me to get my top off,,”

“Oh, I am quite intent on that as well, believe you me, but, a gentleman knows how to temper his excitement.” He says with a chuckle. “Not to mention my uncommonly high tolerance for delayed gratification.”

Dotty rolls her eyes, affectionately. Gale sits taller, scoots closer to the edge of the mattress. He brings her hands up to his lips.

“If you can be patient with me for a bit longer, I promise to deliver you night a passion beyond your wildest imaginings.”

It has to be special. He has to illustrate to her how important her affection for him, her companionship truly is. To settle for some evening romp might be easier, yes, but it would never convey the depth a breath of his feelings for her. He loves her. A thought he’s been more and more willingly to concede in recent days. Certainly it would do him no good to deny it, in a any case. Better to admit it. Despite the brevity of their time together, he loves her, and he’ll settle for no less then perfection when the time comes to covey that to her. He only hopes he has the time to bring his grand plans to fruition before, well, before divine circumstance make doing so impossible.

Dotty, in all her grace, grace he’s so undeserving of, smiles playfully down at him.

“Ooh that sounds exciting. I could be convinced to wait for a promise like that.”

Gale presses another swift kiss to the backs of her hands “A promise I fully intend to make good on. And soon.”

She giggles, rocking back on her heels before pulling away. The loss of contact feels like snuffing out a candle with your fingers. She goes back to her pack, producing a smaller velvet pouch from within. Then she reaches up and removes the small silver hoop from her nose.

When she hold her free hand out to Gale, he fixes her with a questioning look.

“You’re not going to sleep in your jewelry, are you?” Its less of a question and more of a statement of fact.

Gale considers her upturned palm for a moment before huffing through his nose in acquiescence, pulling the spoked wheel of arcana from his ear and setting it in her hand. There's something to the intimacy of the act that makes his chest hurt. Seeing their shared belongings clinking together as Dotty slips them into the velvet bag, stowing them away with her things for safe keeping. What would her skirts look like hanging in his closet? Her make up strewn across his vanity?

“I do hope this doesn’t mean you’re turning me out, though.” She says, drawing him back from his revere.

She's teasing, he can see it in the wrinkles around her nose but, there’s just the finest touch of worry laced within.

“Of course not.” Gale’s quick to assure her. “It would take nothing less than an act of divine intervention to prise you from my arms now that I have you.”

To emphasize the sincerity of the words he scoots back till his back is against the pillows, swinging his legs up on the mattress and opening arm wide for her.

“Come, the morning comes sooner then we think, but I want to take a moment to take you in.”

[alaskan-wallflower]

Since I really love your hurt/comfort hcs, do you have any hcs about how the gang are when they’re sick? You can do it for any of the gang, whoever you have ideas for! ❤️🎞️

Oh boy do I- (Sorry that Dally and Two Bit hardly have any, I don’t have much on their characters for this lol-also I didn’t do Steve purely because i don’t know anything about him because there was like-one line about him in the book lmao)

Ponyboy Curtis

Honestly Darry doesn’t believe Pont sometimes when he says he feels sick because he knows Pony used to fake it sometimes-

So he sends Pony to school only to get a call not even an hour later saying Ponyboy passed out and threw up at school

Pony is WHINY when he’s sick

He doesn’t say much, he just whimpers and whines a lot

Stomachaches are most frequent with him. Especially because of anxiety, he tends to literally worry himself sick

Darry can’t really tell the difference between when Pony is hungry, anxious or sick so he probably made Pony just eat that morning and said he was probably “just anxious” and sent him on his way

Soda kept trying to insist Pony was sick but Darry wouldn’t listen, so Pony just tried to suck it up

Johnny was the one who brought him home, thankfully. He didn’t really know what to do though and Pony kept begging him not to call Darry because the school already did and he doesn’t wanna be a bother

Like I said, he gets stomachaches a lot

So he’s just curled up in a blanket, sniffling while he tries to hold back tears because his stomachaches can get painful as hell

He doesn’t eat when he’s sick. At all. Darry and Soda literally have to try and force him to eat

His favorite is any kind of stew. Especially beef stew. He’s a sucker for it.

When he vomits it tends to be REALLY violent

Like I’m pretty sure he’s fractured a rib from how violent his vomit bouts tend to be

He’s living off ondansetron, Tums and pepsi because he prefers just burping everything up over throwing his back out when it comes to puking

Ges so pitiful too like he just stares at you with these glossy ass eyes and you can’t tell if it’s from sickness or tears and his cheeks are red and his hair is sticking up everywhere

He’s clingy too like Soda cannot escape his grasp

“Pony ai have to go to work” “Nooooo five more minutes :(“

He always has warnings before he throws up. His stomach starts getting loud and he starts very violently burping and someone (usually Darry) has to literally pick Pony up and hold him so he can throw up

They try everything to make it less painful. Soda is squeamish with vomit but he’ll rub Pony’s stomach and Darry will try to hold him kinda tight so he doesn’t convulse too hard and hurt himself

You can always tell when he’s getting better tho evacuate he starts asking for and seeking out food

It was really only one time that Darry refused to let him stay home but it turned out Pony actually had like-a really bad flu and now Darry just takes his word for it (unless he knows Pony has a test or smth in a class he’s not good in but then he starts getting suspicious)

He likes being read to. He’ll ask Soda to read him Great Expectations or Gone With The Wind

“Haven’t you read those like a million times?” “Please..? 🥺” “fine”

(side headcanon but Soda does different voices for different characters and even when he’s sick it makes Pony laugh because he’ll give Pip this rally deep raspy voice or smth)

He’s really just weak for a bit and then he’s like “Darry I’m hungry” and they’re just like “okay yeah he’s getting better”

Sodapop Curtis

Oh. My. God. He’s so fucking dramatic

”Darry, I think I’m dying” “You have a head cold”

You think Ponyboy is whiny you should hear Sodapop

He has a very vocal tummy and being sick isn’t an exception to this

When him and Pony are trying to sleep he’s just curled around his stomach trying to make it be quiet because he knows Pony has school and he doesn’t wanna keep him up

Its genuinely kind of sad because he really just wants to be taken care of but he knows Pong will be at school and he doesn’t wanna ask Darry to take care of him

So he goes into work until Steve catches him vomiting in the bathroom and takes him home

Soda insists on not calling Darry but once he’s asleep Steve calls him

He feels like a burden honestly but he keeps that to himself

He sleeps. A lot. And if you try to wake him up he actually starts crying

He absolutely detests throwing up and will do just about anything to avoid doing it

Hell unironically whine to Darry about how “my tummy hurts :(“

Darry is so over it lmao (he loves Soda but he’ll literally just take Pony to the side and be like “thank you for being somewhat easy when you’re sick” and pony is just like 😒

Soda has an iron grip and when he’s sick and you get stuck in his arms you are NOT escaping

He’s surprisingly hungry when he’s sick like he can eat full meals. They’re small. And probably soup and crackers but he can do it

Hes very shaky and uncoordinated tho so usually he has to have Pony, Darry or Steve help him. Pony and Darry are sweeties about it but Steve will be like “what you want me to do the “here comes the airplane” bullshit?”

He does it in the end and Soda feeds into it. When there together they’re absolute fucking boys and its insane

It’s very rare for him to actually throw up. He has to be REALLY sick in order for that to happen

But when he does throw up? It’s a lot.

his brothers learned this the hard way

Now if they see him twitch in the slightest they’re picking him up bridal style and hoisting him over their shoulders and plopping him in front of the toilet and holding his hair back

He gets very fussy if he gets vomit on himself like he’s immediately like “no i need to shower now”

He absolutely has a kitten sneeze

He gets really depressed when he’s sick because he can’t go outside or do much so he’s just sulking the whole time lmao

He snores when he’s sick because his nose gets stuffy (it’s really weak snoring but enough to keep you awake)

He’s very dramatic tho

It’s kinda like when you accidentally step on a dog’s tail and start doting on them so they milk it a bit (could just be me, I have a very dramatic dog) like the minute you start babying him he goes from “this sucks” to “I’m dying@

“Darry, Pony, I think I’m dying” “Soda, you’re fine. You have a stomach bug” “Can you put red carnations on my grave” “For fucks sake”

They still baby him but he can get annoying lmao

Steve usually takes care of him too when Pony is at school and Darry is at work

You can always tell when he’s better because you can kinda bribe him out of milking it

“I feel like I’m dying” “Yeah, okay. Pony and I are going to McDonalds.” “…can I come”

Hes a doofus. I love him.

Darry Curtis

You cannot get this man to take a break

Don’t even try. He could have puke on his shirt, be drenched in sweat, have a garbage can full of tissues next to his bed and he’ll still be like “yeah i’m fine”

(he’s not fine)

He’ll literally either A.) have to pass out at work, B.) be barricaded inside by his brothers or C.) work himself to the bone to the pony he can’t even get out of bed without stumbling from being so weak

Its usually A or C but sometimes Pony and/or Sofa will intervene and be like “Darry you literally have a 102.7 fever, you threw up, you sweated the Atlantic ocean onto your bed, you’re not roofing houses like this”

And he’s too weak/annoyed to argue

He tries to do everything for himself like if he has to throw up he drags himself up. If he knows he needs to try and eat he’ll be trying to make himself something. It honestly gets to the point where Pony and Soda are snuggling him through the sickness and if there’s even a sign that he’s hungry, or a sign he needs to throw up, one will haul him out and the other will make sure he doesn’t try to do anything by himself

The two of them honestly try to baby him but he’s like “I don’t need to be babied”

He won’t admit it even on his death bed but he loves when his brothers take care of him. It’s a nice change of pace for him and it makes him happy to know his brothers love him so much

He used to feel awkward because Pony and Soda were his younger brothers and he was supposed to care for them but he accepts being taken care of now

Usually his sicknesses come form over exhaustion and not sleeping a lot. So don’t expect him to wake up like…at all when he’s sick

If you even try to wake him up you will be dealing with a VERY angry Ponyboy and Sodapop

Darry doesn’t get stomach bugs too often. Mostly when he’s sick he’s just dealing with a monster of a headache and feeling like he’s gonna pass out at any minute

He has a hard time accepting he’s sick because he thinks it makes him look weak but y’know. His brothers don’t take that from him

He tends to get very frustrated with himself for not being able to stand up properly or the fact that he stumbles to even go and take a shower

He hardly complains unless he’s actually in pain. Because he gets REALLY sore when he’s sick too. His muscles tend to just temporarily die and he’s left shaky and feeling weak

Sods always gives him massages though to try and ease it up. And Darry loves it. Soda has literally put him to sleep on more than one occasion

Pony and Soda both have to carry him to his bed after which is near mission fucking impossible because they’re both lanky as fuck and he’s bigger

It’s hard to tell when he’s genuinely getting better because he will pull some creative shit to try and get back to work. Point and Soda never fall for it though and always drag him back to rest

He deserves a break, man. Give him one :(

Johnny Cade

He’s honestly so quiet about being sick. Like his normal face is already pale and nervous looking so he doesn’t look too far off when he’s sick

He does g admit to anyone when he’s sick because he doesn’t wanna feel like a burden So he just houses himself up at the lot and prays no Socs jump him

Pony usually finds him passed out in the broad sunlight (side headcanon that Johnny needs it to be dark or near dark to fall asleep) and Pony carrie’s him to his place

When he woke up he was honestly just really surprised and mildly upset with Pony for bringing him back to his place

“I told you, I don’t wanna be here-just let me go back to the lot-“ “N O”

He eventually gives in after a while of this because 1. he’s too tired and 2. He genuinely kind of wants to be doted on. But he would rather put a loaded gun in his mouth than admit that

Either Pony bings him to his place or Dally ends up keeping him at Buck’s place before realizing the partying and smell of alcohol probably doesn’t help Johnny so to the Curtis house it is

Dally would absolutely baby him. But if ANYONE brings up the fact that he’s a smidge softer than normal he will break their jaw

He’s not completely soft but he’ll bring Johnny some medicine and his favorite snacks and drinks and will just sit by his bed and make sure he’s okay

I like the little brother dynamic a lot-I have a lot of headcanons about Dally’s past if you’re interested lol-but anyway

When Dally’s in the cooler, the Curtis boys take care of him

He hates being babied but at the same time he’s not used to positive attention. So he kind of just accepts it

He, like Pony, usually worries himself sick, either worrying about what will happen when he goes home nor worrying about the Socs

So he often gets really bad stomachaches too, but not to worry-Soda has magic hands, I swear-Johnny gets REALLY jumpy when Soda first tries to give him a tummy rub but eventually just loosened up and allowed it because it felt nice and kept him from wanting to throw up

He did throw up on Darry’s bed once though and thought Darry was gonna kill him but Darry honestly just shrugged it off and told him that worse has happened in that bed. So Johnny completely relaxes after that

He tends to throw up easily, he has a weak stomach already and when he’s stressed and sick he can’t even hold water down

He tends to get really high fevers too which can be scary for some time

I kinda headcanon that he’s bilingual because one of his parents is Hispanic, so sometimes he’ll just utter stuff in Spanish and nobody really knows what he’s saying

He refuses to take his shirt off though because 1. he hates his body and 2. he’s insecure of his vitiligo (side headcanon that he has vitiligo)

So he’s just left sweating and curled up on the bed

Hes usually on extra high alert when he’s sick though because he knows he’s delirious and he knows he’s slower than normal so he’s constantly in fight or flight and Pony will sit with him for however long it takes for him to calm down

He’ll read to Johnny too to try and get him to just sleep for even a little bit

He did nearly get jumped once when he was sick but he ended up actually kinda fighting back and that’s when Dally had to come in and help him out because he was just standing with his switchblade with unfocused wyes while shaking like a chihuahua

He’s a decent patient. He’s jumpy. He’s kinda always on edge. But he lets himself be taken care of in the end.

Dallas Winston

He swears he never gets sick but he does

When he’s sick he gets even more angry if that’s possible

He just hangs out at Bucks because he would rather dig his own grave than be doted on by the gang

So he kinda prefers to take care of himself. But Johnny always knows when he’s sick. It’s like a spidey sense of his, knowing whenDallas is sick

So it’s either Johnny getting to help Dally get better or Dally is living in Buck’s bedroom with nothing but alcohol and smokes.

Sometimes Johnny will come over to try and give Dally medicine or something. Dally did NOT wanna take it but Johnny took no shit

“C’mon, Dal. You need to take it to get better.” “No I don’t, just leave me be” “You’re taking it whether you like it or not”

Theyre such a dynamic duo I swear

Dally refuses to take any flavored medicine either because he wants to look tuff. But he CANNOT swallow pills dry

He can chug down beers and eat chicken legs like a beast but when it comes to pills? Nuh uh. He can’t do it. He tries and ends up almost throwing up on himself.

Hes honestly not even awake whenever he’s sick. He’s always sleeping or just sitting and staring at the ceiling

He doesn’t get sick TOO often but when he does he refuses to leave Buck’s place.

He literally just shows up at Buck’s place whenever he’s sick like “I feel like shit and I’m crashing here thanks

Buck doesn’t give a shit, he’s drunk or high half the time so he’s just like “oh ok”

Sometimes Johnny will bring Pony along because pony wants to come too

Dally kinda gets pissed at first because he’s like “I don’t want you two babying me or harassing me to take my medicine, I’ll do it when I want to.

So honestly that’s just kinda how he is lmao. He’s not abreast patient. At all. And in the end he will curse you out for trying to make him take medicine (alcohol is the best medicine to him) and he will shoot down any requests for care. But if you’re Johnny you might…MIGHT be able to get through to him

Two Bit Mathews

Let’s be real he was a dirt eater as a kid

He has the immune system of a tank. But when he does get sick he might as well be drunk with how delirious he acts

He just crashes on the Curtis’ couch and whoever is up first (Darry or Pony usually) will just stare at him for a minute, roll their eyes and heave him up so they can clean him up because he puked on himself and the floor and the couch and the wall and somehow the ceiling

Nobody knows how he does it. He kinda just…does.

Usually his sicknesses come from the massive fucking hangovers be endured after going to parties so you’re dealing with a very delirious, snarky, stubborn Two Bit who will eat all the chocolate cake in the house no matter how sick he is

He jsut crashes on the Curtis’ couch for a few days because he’s honestly just so exhausted and doesn’t give a shit. They know he’s better when he’s left their house

He only likes the flavored kids shit. Darry refuses to buy it so Two Bit will sneak out and steal it because he’s just like that

Whenever he gets a hangover he’ll just drink a giant think of Pepsi or something because he knows he’s dehydrated and whatnot and that’s the only thing that helps

That or milk. Whatever is in the Curtis’ fridge

He literally just sits in front of the TV all day and it ticks Darry off so fucking much

“You were just complaining bait how much your head was hurting and now you’re over here watching TV. What world does that make sense in?” “My world. Now move, I wanna see what happens next.”

He’s so annoying sometimes lmao-then he just flat out ends up leaving with the Curtis’ cake being like “yeah I feel better, thanks for letting me crash, bye”

[unistaryo]

Heyy, can you do Random Romantic Headcanons, but this time for Pip Bernadotte? I need that man so badd 🫀

//Here they are✨. I actually asked some friends for help on this one, I don't really think about Pip that much😭

At first, he only flirted with you just because he could;

He literally only saw you as another person he needed to work/saw every day, but you are ‘EXTREMELY PRETTY’; 

When I tell you his brain malfunctioned when he realised he was in love, oh boi;

If he only flirted with you from time to time, after he had fallen for you he will do it with every opportunity that arises. Just enough so he won’t be considered a creep;

Every member of the Wild Geese gives you knowing looks;

Pip will start joking around more once he sees you stressed or nervous, it is his way of showing that he cares for you;

THIS MAN WILL STUMBLE THE FIRST FEW TIMES HE PROPOSES A DATE, I DON’T TAKE NO’S ON THIS;

He loves it when you try to be sassy to him, even if you are blushing hard. It is his favourite thing;

I see him as a person who likes picnics, or dates who aren’t too in the world’s eyes. He fears that he will get too emotional and people will start to bully him because of it;

If we are on this topic, Pip will seem like two different persons depending on how many people are around you two: if you two are alone, he does get a little more emotionally open than usual, but if other people are around he would be more closed off, sometimes even trying to appear more ‘cheeky’;

He may be busy, but HE ALWAYS, AND I MEAN ALWAYS has time for you. Going as far as to ask you to sit next to him while he does something else (he would talk to you while working). Even when he is away, he will call you, only to hear your voice;

He will check on you regularly, be it personally or through someone else;

The Wild Geese will tease you two every time they can;

I feel like they would also set up some ‘dates’ for you and Pip, or at least try and give you some alone time;

They will respect you, but if they also like you as a person? They would sometimes keep Pip in check for you in group outings or missions. You are a part of somewhat-of-a-family-but-great-tem too now;

Despite the rough facade he tries to keep, he will melt at almost every form of physical affection he will receive;

He is protective, not in the very jealous type, but more ‘my work is dangerous, I must protect the ones I love since I can’t bear to lose them again’ kind of way. He lost his parents as a child because of the work he now does, he won’t let it happen to you as well;

Some creep doesn’t leave you alone? Pip is beside you, ready to make him go away every way he can, a little punch won’t hurt;

He will also mock-fight you, especially if you two are alone. 

Pip would also try to tickle you, he loves to hear your laugh. And annoy you, even just a little bit;

He is okay with every cuddling position, but prefers the ones where he feels like he can protect you in case something happens;

He loves to gift you things he found during missions, even some nice rocks;

Pip would also say the deepest things before sleep, maybe just venting a little, he finds those moments to be the most intimate and he is the most comfortable discussing those types of things during this time;

He will make a big declaration of love to you if he thinks you are sleeping;

[tartsinarat]

Luz decides to try alchemy and Pip offers to help.

For a week Luz has to use a mechanical arm and leg as a replacement for her real one and Pip’s soul is stuck inside an armor until Eda finds another philosopher soul.

They’re both surprisingly cool with it, especially since Luz can now cast magic without glyphs.

Can’t believe I’ve managed to inadvertently summoned some fma fans to my blog but like tbh the ven diagram between fans of toh and of fma probably does intersect quite a bit with how similar both series are in specific aspects so im not too surprised, but im definitely not complaining as its one of my favourite manga’s and anime’s ever :3

(Oh also be prepared for a long weirdly philosophical tangent at the end…sorry not sorry)

As much as I love this idea/reference I actually don’t know if it could happen? Like in the previous ask that stated a similar idea to this one but with smol King and Pip I kinda let it slide mainly because it’s King who ends up getting the same fate as Alphonse

But because it’s Luz and Pip, with Pip specifically in Al’s place, I’m kinda torn between being like “yeah let’s make it canon to the au as it’s really in character and fun” to “hold on- would this even make sense lore wise?”

Like not because it’s not something that wouldn’t happen, like let’s face it…They're both really smart but when they’re put together, are just complete dumbasses and don’t even realise it. So it’s a kinda given that these two would fuck around and find out so hard that they literally loose an arm, a leg and a whole body.

Though on the other hand I’m not actually 100% sure if Pip (also Hunter as well) even has a soul in the first place for Luz to stick inside the armour?

Like from what I’ve gathered from the show is that a grimwalker is essentially a homunculus (specifically one based on 16th century European alchemy but obviously wayyyy more pg as European alchemists in those times do be wildin) but with maybe a touch of necromancy involved? So they may not actually have souls due to being artificially created which I find really interesting

There’s also the added bonus that Pip is just meant to be an eventual replacement body for Belos so it could be the case that Pip is an empty vessel of sorts so he’s easier to eventually possess and just fully take over

Also I really don’t like the tropes associated to soulless characters, it feels kinda reductive and dehumanising to reduce a person’s emotions and personality to whether or not they have a soul (I guess that’s the point in most media as the soul is usually associated with humanity but I don’t see a show like the owl house even if it’s just an au doing something so tropey, without at least subverting it? As well two of it’s important themes are understanding and acceptance, like it’s not going to dehumanise someone just for the sake of it due to something they can’t control)

Which is why instead, it really doesn’t matter if they do or do not have a soul, with or without it wouldn’t change how Pip’s (and Hunter’s) personality or personhood in any way as that’s who they are and have grown to be like due to their lived experiences. Like Pip wouldn’t just suddenly act less arrogant and emotionally constipated if he had a soul or act more so if he didn’t, as that’s just how he is. If that makes sense?

Also if they were soulless, it would be interesting to explore their dynamic with Belos if that makes sense? Like they act more “human” and empathetic than their creator who sees them as lesser and disposable despite being living, thinking beings who can feel and act freely? Like it’s pretty interesting to think about overall

But yeah unfortunately this is one of those things that’s really complicated to explore and do it justice so I’m probably going to leave up to interpretation for now? I don’t feel equipped enough to handle something that’s so extremely loaded with the grace it deserves and needs with my currently state of maturity and writing

So uh in short, this ask is now both canon and non canon at the same time, your welcome :D

[sergeantsporks]

Witch Switch: All of Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

That's a wrap on Episode 1! Episode 2 should start coming out around May 1st; see you then!

Transcript underneath the cut

Cover: Portal Door

[Open on Phillip, waiting outside school with Jacob Hopkins]

Jacob: [completely unprompted] So I was watching this video—

Phillip: Oh, god, here we go.

J: —about underground witch rings that still exist throughout the world—

P: They’re called neopagans, and they aren’t underground. Also, witch “rings” aren’t a thing, they’re called “covens.” Which you’d know if you got your information from literally any reliable source.

J: Yeah, well, anyway I was thinking, what if there are some in Gravesfield? I mean, how would we know? I’m pretty sure the museum curator is a witch, so we should investigate the—

[Cut to Phillip, exasperated, holding his arms in an “x”]

P: There’s no “we” here, don’t rope me into this. Leave Masha alone. So what if they’re a neopagan? There’s no such thing as a “real” witch with “real” magic. They’re not hurting anything.

[Cut to Jacob, incensed]

J: You might not believe it, but I know what I saw! Witches and demons walk among us, and—

P: [disembodied] Oh, look, my ride is here, bye, Jacob.

[Car pulls away from the curb, leaving a fuming Jacob]

[Inside the car]

Caleb: Aw, was that one of your friends?

P: No. Just Jacob.

C: Seemed like you guys were having a nice conversation!

P: He was suggesting breaking and entering so that he could collect evidence that the museum curator is a witch and should be burned at the stake, because he’s an idiot who doesn’t even know that witches in America were hung, not burned.

[Cut to just Caleb, worried]

Caleb: Oh. Um. Don’t do that, please.

P: [disembodied] I’d drop dead before going along with him. He just hangs around the guys, he’s not really our friend.

C: Ah.

P: [perplexed] Hey, you missed the turn.

C: Yeah, you’re coming to work with me today. You can do your homework there.

P: Is this because of what happened on the field trip?

C: No, no, nothing to do with that. It’s just…

[Cut to tense, worried Phillip]

C: [disembodied] There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.

[Cut to inside of Robin Roast. Caleb sets a coffee in front of Phillip and sits down]

Caleb: So, Phillip… What do you think of Evelyn?

Phillip: Eh. She’s fine. I guess. If you like her.

C: You’re not just saying that?

P: Did she snitch about me not letting her in right away? I swear I couldn’t hear her. (lying).

C: It’s not about that, Phillip. Although you need to be more aware of your surroundings when I’m not home—especially if you know someone’s coming.

P: Yeah, okay.

C: I know you didn’t use to like Evelyn very much, so I just wanted to know what you thought of her now.

[Cut to Phillip drinking his coffee]

P: Mhm.

C: [disembodied] And… I wanted to know what you would think of inviting her to join our family

P: [spits out his coffee]

[Phillip wipes his mouth, incredulous]

Phillip: WHAT?! You can’t marry Evelyn!

Caleb: [disembodied] Why not? We’ve known her for 4 years now, and I’ve been dating her for 2.

P: Uh—no. She knows us. We don’t actually know anything about her!

[Cut to floating cartoon heads of Caleb and Phillip, Caleb going from confused to varying levels of defensive while Phillip grills him]

Caleb: What are you talking about? Sure we do.

P: We don’t know where she works—

C: She works in a pawn shop… or thrift store or something… I think.

P: —we know nothing about her family—

C: Oh, come on, you know better than anyone that family can be a touchy subject.

P: —She disappears for weeks at a time-!

C: She’s visiting family!

P: The family we’ve never met?

C: They live far away! And… I think they have bad reception out there? (I can never get in contact with her when she’s gone…)

P: You’ve never even seen where she lives! Probably because she keeps the ripped-out-hearts of the other guys who proposed to her under her floorboards!

C: Don’t be gross, Pip. I thought you were fine with her?

[Cut to regular style Phillip]

P: I’m fine with her as she is now, because you like her. I don’t want her to live with us. Ever. Besides, we don’t have the space for it

[Cut to Caleb, amused/apologetic/cunning]

C: Well… if we did get married, we’d probably move into a two bedroom. You’d get your own room! That would be pretty great, right?

P: [disembodied] Oh, so this is all for my benefit now? Not because it’s something you want?

C: No, it’s definitely something I want, I just figured… you might like to know some positives for you, to see how it’s good for both of us. Oh, hey, you wouldn’t be alone at home so often.

P: I don’t want company if it’s her. And I don’t need a babysitter—geeze, this is about the field trip, isn’t it?!

C: It’s not! Hey, look, I already talked to Manny about it, and he doesn’t think it’s a bad idea, in case an outside opinion helps. I know it’s a weird new thing to think about. But I’m not going to jump in right away, I promise. Let’s give the idea a couple of days to simmer, give you some time to get used to it, and—

[Cut to Phillip, who’s stood up abruptly]

P: It doesn’t need to simmer! I’m not okay with this! I will never be okay with you marrying her, even if everyone in the world thought you should!

[Cut to Caleb, who looks hurt and annoyed]

C: Oh, yeah? Even if your “friends” dared you to be okay with it? [his face immediately drops]

[Cut to upset Phillip whirling around]

[Cut to Phillip running out the door of the café while Caleb stands in the door, reaching towards him]

C: Phillip, wait!

[Phillip is gone from frame, and Caleb pinches his nose]

C: …Shit.

[Phillip runs through Gravesfield, upset]

Phillip: He can’t marry her, he can’t, he can’t, he can’t!

[He finally stops near the old, abandoned house, hiding behind a tree and clutching his head]

P: Ohhhhhh what was I thinking, storming out like that? Having a screaming match in public like a toddler? What if the guys find out? Stupid, stupid, stup—

[Phillip hears a rustling sound]

P: What…?

[he peers around the tree to see Evelyn with a big bag, looking around, very suspicious. Phillip gets a lightbulb moment]

P: Oh, I knew she was shady! I knew it!

[Buzz from his pocket]

Text from Caleb reads: Pip, please come home. We can talk about it later, just please stay safe until I can get to you.

[Phillip sneaks up to the house, peering inside holding his phone]

P: I just have to get proof she’s breaking the law, and then Caleb won’t even think about letting her in the house, let alone marrying her! Evidence, then home, then…

[Cut to the portal door]

P: [disembodied] What the…

[Manny and Camila are taking a walk through the neighborhood. Suddenly, Manny pricks up, taking a turn down to the old house, leaving Camilla behind]

Manny: Hey, Phillip what are you doing out—

[Cut to the inside of the house. Phillip glances behind him at Manny’s call, then pushes forward through the portal, which closes behind him just as Manny reaches the house]

M: …here…

[Camilla catches up]

Camilla: What’s going on?

M: [confused] I thought I saw…

[Cut to empty room]

M: [disembodied] …ah, never mind. I’m sure it’s nothing.

[Cut to Phillip, absolutely flabbergasted. Wide shot of the Isles, Phillip very small in it]

P: Where the HELL am I?

[End Part 3]

[End of Episode 1]

[porcelainmortal]

Relinquish, and let's go with... Phillip? Yeah. Phillip!

Thanks for the ask, Ash! This was a fun challenge. I hope you enjoy!

Philip ficlet below the cut.

“The thing I don’t understand is how he can be so bloody selfish,” Philip rants, pacing his sitting room.

“Darling, I’m going to need you to sit down, you’re making me dizzy,” Martha chastises as she leans back on the settee, rubbing her eight-and-a-half-months-swollen belly. “And further, it’s not selfish. He’s doing something that, frankly, he probably should have done a long time ago.”

“What?” Philip halts in his tracks, his head whipping in Martha’s direction at her words. “You can’t be serious.”

“Come on, Pip,” Martha says calmly. “You know as well as I do that Henry has never really been happy as a royal. And now we’ve got our second baby on the way, he’s being pushed even further down the line of succession. It hardly matters at this point whether he keeps his place in line, and you know it.”

Philip huffs, his stomach twisting even though he knows she’s right. And even when it bugs him how she always remains calm and docile, he knows it’s her level-headedness that grounds him. That brings him back to earth when his instinct is to fly off the handle. 

“Still. He has a responsibility to this country. To the crown. To relinquish his title, it’s…” Philip throws his hands in the air helplessly. 

“Come sit, love.” Martha scoots over and pats the seat beside her. Philip goes to her easily, as he always does. She reaches up and runs a hand across his back in a circular motion that always seems to soothe him when he gets worked up. He feels himself relaxing. “Henry is giving up his title, you must accept it. In truth, I’m amazed that he didn’t do it years ago, especially after he was outed. The press was ruthless.”

“Yes, well, he just wanted the Crown’s protection,” Philip spits bitterly.

“He needed it, to be sure,” Martha says in that same placid tone, her hand never ceasing on his back. “But he deserves to live his own life now. He’s been in America several years already and he’s going to marry Alex.”

“He said that to you?” Philip asks, turning to look at her. A soft smile crosses Martha’s face, her eyes fond like she thinks he’s being silly.

“Come now, love. You know that’s where they’re headed. And they certainly wouldn’t want a royal wedding, which can only be avoided by abdicating.” Philips sighs, remembering the stress of their wedding. Although it had been beautiful (save a minor incident with the cake), planning had been overwhelming and even tested their relationship at times. Martha leans her head on his shoulder, her hand coming to a rest around his waist. “I know it’s difficult for you to relinquish control but you have to accept that Henry is a grown man and he can make his own decisions.”

Philip tilts his head, resting his cheek on the crown of her head. 

“I just hate the idea that he’ll have no reason to come back here. I want our children to know their uncle.” He reaches up a hand and rubs it across the baby bump.

“They will.” Martha turns her face, looking up at Philip. “Henry loves you, he loves our son, and he will love our daughter, too.”

Philip looks down at her soft smile, unable to stop the one tugging at his own lips in response.

“You think?”

“I know.”

“I suppose you’re right,” he says, leaning down to place a soft kiss on her lips. 

“I always am, darling.”

God help Philip, but she is. He only prays that it holds true this time, too.

Ficlet Friday

[starsurfacemortalkombat]

hello again! i have nightwolf on the brain again, so could i ask for him with a toddler regressor who asks to play with his spirit animals? (no im not asking this just for Kiba... or maybe.. she's my favorite out of all of his animals but still >.<) 🔮

Hi!!! I like Nightwolf's animals (I love animals in general)!!! I got the bear's and eagle's names from a quick online search. And I only know that Kiba's a girl, I don't know about the other two but I made them girls too. (Tell me if I'm incorrect!!)

Although, I did kinda throw the whole 'spirit' concept away, ish? Like, they can eat animal snacks, but Nightwolf still has to summon them, you know?

Also I'm so sorry but I realized these are so much more focused on the animals than Nightwolf himself!!! :(

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Nightwolf w/ Toddler Regressor That Plays With His Spirit Animals Hcs

🐺 Nightwolf’s spirit animals are important to him, Komo (bear), Hana (eagle), and Kiba (wolf)

🐺 But you are also very important to him

🐺 He actually really likes you spending time with his animals!! Both when your big and when your little

🐺 But does have to summon his spirit animals so you have to ask to play with them :(

🐺 Although he’s rarely ever said no!! Maybe once or twice, but he probably had good reasons, like it was bath time, or he didn’t want Kiba splashing in mud . . . again

🐺 However, his animals adore you!!

🐺 They get playtime, and head scratchies, and they can go onto the bed-

🐺 You might get a small scolding for letting Komo onto the bed though, she’s too big for it!!

🐺 Komo and Hana like playing with you, but Kiba’s the main one that tries to steal your attention

🐺 Hana has to be specific where she lands and how gently she eats from your hand, especially when your tiny

🐺 And Komo’s very big!! Great fo snuggles, although she does have to watch her claws :(

🐺 Kiba though? Perfect size!! :D

🐺 She can play ball, do tricks, sit on your lap, be used as a pillow

🐺 Nightwolf finds it funny when you try to bribe any of them for cuddle time, leaving a small trail of their favorite snacks to the couch so you can steal them for yourself

🐺 He might tell you that you can’t overfeed them though, they’re still his kombat animals :\

🐺 That doesn’t stop you though, and the animals get pretty huffy when Nightwolf tries to call you out

🐺 A very fun activity was jumping outside in the rain with Kiba

🐺 You got your little rainboots on, and a coat, and jumped into some muddy puddles!! :D

🐺 . . . Although even spirit animals can get dirty, and now Nightwolf has to clean you both off 😮‍💨

🐺 Komo really likes snuggle time

🐺 She’s very big and furry, a great cuddle partner

🐺 Plus she gets to sit on the couch and watch funny cartoons >:3

🐺 Sometimes she’ll lay on top of you, and do an animal like laugh when you whine that she’s too heavy >:(

🐺 ^ Don’t worry, Nightwolf saves you . . . Until it happens again

🐺 Hana will pip (eagle chirp?) with you, sitting on your lap most times because she doesn’t want her claws to grip you wrong 

🐺 Nightwolf will usually have her on his arm so you can pet her, it’s safer that way

🐺 More about Kiba because we love Kiba in this house (and she was specifically requested <3)-

🐺 She’ll bring you things!! Sticks she wants youtube throw, your stuffie when you look upset, a pair of shoes when you're looking outside

🐺 Now, the shoes are rarely ever matching, but the thought is what counts <3

🐺 She takes you on walks, you don’t take her on walks (Nightwolf takes you both on walks, but whatever)

🐺 She’ll whine when you tug on her fur by accident, but Nightwolf will teach you that you can’t pull her fur, soft pats, love

🐺 She doesn’t mind being used as a pillow or a stuffie while your watching your show, she’ll probably take a nap or stare at the colorful screen

🐺 She’ll sit at your tea party too, put a tiara on her and pour her tea, she can’t drink it, but if you keep feeding her little snacks she’ll stay

🐺 Nightwolf totally doesn’t get jealous by how much you wanna cuddle her instead of him, why would he?

🐺 . . . . But he is your Dada, not Kiba, you should remember that every once in a while and come cuddle him instead 🙄 <3

🐺 No but seriously, he does love seeing you hang out and interact with his little friends

🐺 He will join your cuddle sessions though, you can’t get rid of him that easily, darling

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Did you know in Mortal Kombat Defenders of the Realm, Kiba is an actual wolf? And her and Nightwolf combine to give him his Shamon powers? :D (Her relationship with Styker is ridiculous and I love it)

[aukly]

i normally only post about wenclair on here but i neeeddddd to talk about agggtm!!!!! i’ve read the first book twice once when it was first announced to get a show and another just this week i love love love the book so much there are only small things i could nitpick about the book but overall i give it 5 stars and recommend it to anyone that likes murder mysteries!!!

HOWEVER I DO NOT RECOMMEND THE SHOW 😭😭😭 i just finished the 3rd episode of agggtm the show and i really really wanted to like it i love the book so much and i’m such a big fan of emma meyers but i cannot in good conscience say that i like it or that it’s a good adaptation :(((( it was wayyyy too short and they just changed so much of the story and the evidence and really all of it they changed everything so much it’s just really disappointing i wish the show was longer or that they would at the very least stick to the damn original story

i don’t think i’ll even finish the show like i only have 3 episodes to go but i’m so disappointed and the show is so frustrating to watch i just can’t 💔

i am in no way upset with the actors or even the casting i loved all of the characters so much and think they look exactly how i imagined (especially the singhs!!!) i also liked how they made pip more involved with her friends but maybe that’s bc i’m a sucker for cute friendships in shows but either way i think it was really nice to have more of pip interacting with all of her friends!! i think all of the actors did an amazing job with what they had!

this post is kinda all over the place and probably doesn’t make that much sense if you haven’t read the book and watched at least some of the show but i’m just so tired of people deciding a book needs movie or show adaptation but then not having the budget/time to do it justice like i really don’t care if it isn’t a perfect scene for scene adaptation but changing pretty much the full story and leaving out some of the most important evidence/characters/relationships/scenes/etc is NOT the way to go about it :/

[unknownbookworm]

💐 for dee

🌹 for sam and sage

🌾 for felix

and 🌳 for all!!

Thanks Pip for the ask! A very exciting group of questions for everyone, so this is going to be a very long one.

I have some more to answer but these take a good amount of effort and writing so they will come out when I finish, but in the mean time feel free to send in more asks. The questions can be found here

As always, answers under the cut, and this one is pretty long!

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

Dee is NOT a model patient at all, they are incredibly stubborn and will try and continue working even if they are feeling unwell. Most of the time it takes someone forcing them to rest for them to gain any, it can be literally anyone but its most effective if its Evelyn, Gus, Leah, or Elliott (who can just say he’s going to tell Leah and it will work because he has in the past). For the actual caretaking, Dee will be stubborn but once you crack them it’s over and they are compliant. Typically this is usually Harvey, Leah, Elliott, who are the main three that typically will watch them (its much more of a make sure they don’t get out of bed than actually help them job). Outside of townspeople, Sam (my OC that is) would also watch over them since the two are (not exactly romantic) partners. It does take a specific type of person to watch them, because their day can be filled with constantly pushing Dee back into their room, writing down all of their sick ideas they have to improve their farm (they insist and will argue if no one does), tricking them to take medicine, and talking them to sleep.

On the other hand, Dee is also not that great at taking care of people who are ill. Don’t get me wrong, they absolutely will ESPECIALLY if that person is a close friend or partner. They just wouldn’t be the first choice, unless they are the only person available and there’s no other option. Sure they will make you soup, take your temp, do all the basics, but the chances of them forgetting or running off to do something are above 30%. There is just to much they are constantly doing to be able to stay by a persons side to help them get better, and they know it and feel bad about it. Anytime a townsperson gets sick Dee will always drop off a pot of soup, always delicious and homemade by them that morning. Also, if it’s anything, Dee is pretty good with gross things so it’s not that they would get sick themself. There are generally just some better options and it goes unsaid that if you are their partner, Dee will most likely ask a friend to come help watch over you.

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🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

For Sam, their home was taken from them a long time ago. To try and fill that void is something he can’t do, trust her she’s tried. However, the closest he has ever gotten is inside his living place just outside of town, amongst the books and trinkets that fill her walls. It’s different from their home from their youth, which was always filled with noise and clutter that just seemed to never be cleaned, but it’s cozy and it’s their safe space. Do they also feel at home when they have partners (Dee as an example) or close friends (like Sage or a select few towns people) over? Of course they do, but nothing could ever beat the feeling of being with his family. There are times when they wake up and expect their siblings to be sneaking around trying to scare her, or their parents soft voices traveling through the hall, and it just makes that void somehow larger. Logically they know that that home exists still, that family is still out there with each other after all, they can just never achieve being a part of it again after it was ripped away. On a much lighter note, Sam has done his best to fill is current life with home-like feelings. She has a partner or two that lives with them, friends they can go bother whenever he wants, and a place that is theirs and theirs alone. The cozy atmosphere and the plethora of knowledge makes them feel a sense of belonging like no other.

Home to him? Somewhere that is safe, where no one can harm them or anyone she knows.

For Sage, that home is theirs magic shop. Having been traveling for so long, Sage never felt at home in any particular town, what always induced that feeling was stepping into their store. The shelves lined with magical trinkets, potions and remedies, scrolls, dusty books lost to time, and their pockets full of tools to fix and adjust prosthetics is what makes them feel most at home. There’s a reason they keep their magic shop in an outside location from this earth, only connected by doors that can open up and place anywhere. Being able to travel, see new sights, explore and find artifacts, that is what makes them feel most like they belong to something. Sure the ever present dust can bother their nose, and the constant clutter can get in their way, but honestly they could never find anything better. They actually don’t remember where they were born, only remembering the academy and its teachers that raised them and taught them everything they know. Do they ever go back? No, being there might have served its purpose when they were young and they have moved beyond going back to be a teacher themself. They do have a plethora of friends, some closer (Sam, a couple of people from the academy they are very close to), and some that are more colleagues. No matter, they always have a place at their shop if need be, not that Sage would ever admit it. Why would they when they could charge them high amounts of gold for a room instead?

Home for them? A place where they belong and can truly be themself, where they don’t have to worry about what anyone else thinks.

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🌳 What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day? Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? A hobby? Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed?

Dee: After a stressful day all they want to do is curl up next to a partner or friend and just fall asleep, wrapped in blankets with another prescence by their side is all they want to relax. Other than that, they also like partaking in whatever craft is on their brain at the time with whoever will join them (has included friendship bracelet making, knitting, candle making, and more)

Sam: Flopping down and reading a book in their corner, which is filled with blankets and cushions. In particular it is usually a book on mythology or old tales from various cultures, but can be anything. Sam isn’t to picky about their reading, and will also sip on some hot chocolate as they do so

Sage: After a particularly stressful day, Sage will indulge in a soothing bubble bath and relax as they sip on some wine and watch whatever drama they are currently on. They have an entire cabinet dedicated to bath time supplies (bathbombs, mud masks, oils, etc etc) and a specific wine shelf just for this time

Felix: Whenever Felix is stressed he cooks, or more accurately bakes. As he is a chef and will cook throughout the day, when he gets home and wants to relax he will indulge in a pastry recipe that he has collected through his travels. The methodical process of measuring and following directions exactly actually helps him to decompress from a stressful day. If he is unable to do so, he will go outside somewhere and just watch what’s going on around him. Focusing in on the flow of the breeze, the sounds of animals around him, its calming like nothing else.

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🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

So this question I saved until the end because I decided to write something special. I won’t ramble on about his lore here (if you want to know ask) but all you need to know for context is this is the final journal entry from someone Felix cared deeply about in the past. This is the same person that Felix uses for his voice, and his name. The statue-man Felix is only referred to by his pronouns in this for context.

A journal entry from the original Felix

[Journal Entry ###

You would think after traveling with him for so long I would grow tired of watching over him sleeping, but that doesn’t seem to be so. As I sit here writing he is laying a couple of feet away from me, hidden away amongst the trees on a platform I was able to cobble together. He actually held onto my hand again this afternoon, trapping me within his hold lest I risk breaking him.

It’s funny, while he is awake he is not only bigger but stronger than I. However as trace the subtle lines carved into his hand, not matter how it seems in engulf my own there’s a fragility to it. It’s fascinating really, if you had told me months ago where I would be I would laugh. I had heard rumors of a man of metal traveling about, someone who intimidating and could crush people beneath his feet as if they were a twig.

How they could be so wrong is beyond me. How could they describe such a gentle curious soul as ruthless, dangerous, as though he should be feared? Ever since I had met him, he never once has looked down upon me with menace and rage. He was nothing like the savage monster that had travelled its way through the vines. Perhaps that was a story told by those that were searching for him.

No matter, even if he hadn’t disproved the lies verbally to me multiple times I couldn’t believe them if I tried. Even now as he holds my hand trapped, it is with nothing but gentleness. The almost warm terracotta contrasts starkly with the cool jade he often comprises of when he is awake. If I pay attention I can almost feel the life beneath his palm, its simply…

Magical

To live to see someone like him explore the world, understanding how time continues to play with ever changing humanity, it has given me purpose. I get to watch him taste new foods fro the first time, the way his seemingly unchanging face simply lights up with each new flavor is almost adorable in a way. The sparks of changing color that dance across his skin, the subtle movements of his eyes has he involuntarily displays emotions that he has observed for centuries, even in the way he perks up at the mention of a new restaurant to try, he has captured my heart within his clay heart and there is no way I can take it back.

Not that I would want to, that would be my worst nightmare actually. Getting to wake up and see him watching over me, sitting extremely still from where I rest my head on his shoulder, it gives me the strength to continue living. For as old as he is, with all the knowledge he holds, he still acts as though he doesn’t know affection or love. He is so silly, how could he not see the way he gently holds my arm as he sleeps, the way I will catch him looking at me on occasion. Or what about how he simply knows all of my favorite dishes, always making exactly what I am in the mood for, it makes me heart swoon.

It’s surprising how he hasn’t caught on yet, on what I hold for him. Sometimes I ponder why, why him.

Is it the way his wide eyes look at everything with such curiosity, just searching for something new to learn that he hadn’t found before. Or maybe its just how gentle he is despite being so imposing, practically double the height of half the people we meet. Just getting to watch him gently lift animals back into their homes is itself one of the many chains that traps my love. However with him, those chains are merely soft string that has weaved its way into my very being. A cushion that wraps itself around me, almost suffocating in the way it consumes me. For a stiff rigid man, he has seemed to entangle himself into my life plans.

Could I ever imagine a day where I don’t get to wake up by his side, with him shielding the sun from my face with his body?

No, it would be impossible for me to think of that day. How could I live without his silent company that seems to fill the forests we walk through? Or the way the sun always seems to glint off of his crystal skin, forming different patterns as he feels different emotions. How I fit perfectly by his side during the cool nights, using his dwarfing cloak as a blanket to keep me warm. His face is so……the way it fits within my hands is unlike any other.

I still remember the first time he asked me to watch over him while he rested, he was very nervous. His face had turned a light grey/purple with worry (he has yet to notice I deciphered his color/material emotional code) and there was some red swirling around his arms in embarrassment. The way he spoke, it was so filled with nervousness that only I could hear.

How could he think I could possibly say no to him?

Regardless, I sit here waiting for him to awaken. We have plans to arrive in the next town in a couple of days, I heard it’s a trading port. Maybe we can find some spices for him to try, I can’t wait to see the way his demeanor brightens at the thought of experimenting in a kitchen.

For now, I will remain alert. He has entrusted me with protecting him at his most vulnerable and I would hate to disappoint him. On my life he will never get cracked broken shattered killed hurt, not as long as I am here by his side. Not again

As Always,

Felix #############]