#even war generals need their nap times

[slushy-sash]

eepy little general

(based on this cute message from him, he just like me fr)

[hananan2]

Hi, are you writing NSFW? Well, my query isn't exactly NSFW, but the elements are present. I was thinking about a reader who is very sleepy (didn't get enough sleep because of exams or some other reason) and being a bit out of it starts telling different things about her love life with her boyfriend. And everyone around her blushes and just says, “Go to sleep please 🥹”. The guy's reaction depends on the character. I was thinking of Leona, Vil, Lilia, Jack, Sebek. I'd love it if you write about it, but if you don't like it, that's fine with me! Only in that case, please reply back that you don't want to write it so I know 😅.

don’t feel bad dw!! I didn’t post requesting rules (I did now!) when you asked so totally not your fault! While I don’t write NSFW, I write some suggestive stuff, which I think is what you’re asking for. I’m also going to take out Sebek and Jack if you don’t mind because not really comfortable with writing minor characters! I’ll do it!! So sorry if this is ooc☹️ I hope you enjoy!💕 (btw I’m gonna assume you wanted it as Fem!reader bc you were using her!)

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To Tired to Think!

Summary: You could hardly get any sleep last night and your tired as hell throughout the whole day, while you’re near you boyfriend and other people, you accidentally slip up and say some things that should have been kept private… How does your boyfriend react?

Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit and Lilia Vanrouge!

info: Established relationship, romantic, Fem!reader, suggestive & fluff-ish!

Cw: none!

Leona Kingscholar

You were fighting a war to stay awake the whole day and you were shot 53 times. Thanks to your amazing boyfriend, you ended up taking a nap in the evening, which not only didn’t make you sleepy at night, but delayed all your school work and work in general, so had to get that done at night, which cause you to look like a wobbling, sleepy mess the next day.

but speaking of you Amazing boyfriend who you unfortunately love, here you were in his room, leaning on his chest as you both sat up, his arm was wrapped around with his hand patting your thigh, the room filled with chatter. Jack and Ruggie wanted to talk with Leona about new spell drive game, so they were in the room alongside you guys , and you honestly did NOT care, they were just like kids honestly, you just wanted sleep.

But suddenly a few slurred mutters could be heard from someone and it was NOT about spell drive. “Leona so gentle in bed…. Needs to be more rough….zzz..” all talking ceased.

Jack looked horrified, Ruggie was processing what he had heard, Leona looked stunned too, his hand stopped patting your thigh to listen.

“Lots of stamina though… makes satisfed… happy…” you slurred out, your hands playing with eachother.

“I-I’m so sorry, I’ll leave… get Y/N the rest she needs… she seems tired… I’ll see you later guys.” Jack walked out flustered, now he knew many things about his house warden he never wanted to know, trauma is very real.

While Jack left with the burden of information, Leona smirked and pay you thigh, his previous confusion wiped away with amusement, “oh? You’re honest, c’mon, I wanna hear what i’m good at doll.”

meanwhile all this happened, Ruggie was laughing his ASS off, he was quaking, Leona questioned how he didn’t wake you up.

“Pfft- oh I never knew you were so soft!” Ruggie cackled between breaths, Leona looked like he was gonna strangle him again, “Maybe I am, now scram or no lunch money.” Leona threatened, oh and that threat WORKED, Ruggie was gone.

Leona looks at you fondly and broke into laughter alone as well, he pay your thigh one last time and ruffled your hair while you absolutely slumped, you were so surprising, it scared him, but it was one of his favorite things about you, never made him bored.

“You have guts in your sleep huh? Telling all our business to kiddos? I’ll have to hear more.” He spoke gently to you with a cocky smirk, but he knew you were tired, and it was pretty much his fault, so he picked you up and placed you on his bed, laying next to you and watched the sun glow on your skin in affection.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil did not approve of you staying up so late! You stayed up late, literally just because you were watching a movie and woke up like a zombie the next day, forgetting you had a test. So that happened.

Seeing this, Vil was upset that his lovely girlfriend was not taking care of herself and went into an obnoxious, but loving and worried rant about how sleeping is vital. But in the end, Vil couldn’t be too mad seeing your small, sleepy eyes and decided that would do your skincare and make you feel fresh, today was condicently the day where Vil had promised the freshmen’s to show them the steps and vitals traits in skincare, he asked if you were comfortable for being the subject and you said you didn’t care so sure!

so here you are, almost falling asleep every few seconds in a soft chair while Vils gentle hands applied product to your face, the room was filled with admiring freshmen, eager to learn from their guru, well, all expect Epel, but hey at least you were here, Rook also came along because of course he did.

While Vil explained why toner was a must-have in your skincare routine, he was interrupted by a exasperated voice, “Your fingers are so nice… so good… everywhere… in bedroom a lot…” you mumbled to Vil like you had forgotten there was a whole audience in the room. Vil’s face turned white

The freshmen gasped, probably their first time they’d been exposed to stuff considering they were all so proper, flutters of “How scandalous!” And “Vil’a fingers…” filling the room. Again though, not Epel, his jaw DROPPED, his expression a mix of amusement and pure terror. Of course, Rook was chuckling, "Oh comme c'est intéressant…” he commentated with an evil grin.

Vil’s cheeks were tinted pink, not knowing what to say, wow you actually made him shit up, good job, Epel would say that. In true honestly, Vil was more worried about you, he didn’t want anyone to make assumptions of you or him for that matter, he knew how kids were, no matter how much he whipped them into shape, they’re still dumb teenage boys.

“Haha my love is so silly, she really appreciates my back massages is all, it’s a trait that all of you should have, it’s very helpful to relax your body before bed and all.” That sounded more freaky somehow kinda?? But it filled the masses of freshmen with “Ohhhhs” and understanding, they commented on about how you were a little tired poor thing and needed rest, so it worked! Of course he did, he’s Vil! “Now now, I expect that all of you have taken note and will use all the references I have taught you in your daily life, so put them to use now and get some sleep all of you.” Vil stated in a firm voice, the freshmen nodded their heads and left, Epel knew damn well that was about no massages, and he was going to interrogate and tease you about it so beware. (Don’t worry you’ll just tell on him.)

Rook left giggling finally and Vil carried you over to his room, laying you to rest, he knew it wasn’t really your fault, he shouldn’t have picked on you when you were so tried, in all honestly, he would have liked what you said if it was in private, but he would discuss that with you later, he slowly kissed your forehead, you were so silly, “Goodnight meine liebe.”

Lilia Vanrouge

Game night is really fun! Not when it’s on a Sunday night thought because Sunday is FAKE. You stayed up all night to game with Lilia and some guy named Gloomurai, leaving you with laughs and joy at 8pm, but leaving you exhausted by 8am. Though today, you were having dinner with Malleus, Silver, Sebek and your beloved for a little family night!

So while the others distracted Lilia as best as possible with wild conversation and Sebek literally cracking his skull open, you finished cooking so no one died, of course, the boys helped you out when they snuck away.

But you were SO exhausted, and eating, wake, filling food really just made you want to pass out more, all of you were sitting and dining at the table, Malleus talking about how he found a hidden gargoyale in one of the schools pillars with a childish joy in his eyes, Sebek congratulating his liege, you and Lilia supporting his hobbies and Silver taking in the moment while he also fought to not land face first into his food like you.

You were muttering praises to Malleus while your fork slightly moved a little, your shoulder leaning on Lilia’s, but soon your mumbling took a turn.

“Lilia knows a lot too… so much… he knows how to work his tongue, fingers, di…” you thankfully drifted off.

Lilia was taken off guard, but soon his expression soon turned into loud laughter, he was slapping his knees, never in his 700 years of life! “Haha—! Infront of the kids wow!”

Malleus looked confused, he is surprisingly,but also unsurprisingly innocent. “Well yes, he has detected poisonous roots in dishes and has bore swords in many altercations with quite skillful precision, I agree with your statement, although, I am not aware of what this Di is.” Malleus commented with his hand on his chin.

more laughter erupted, oh my god this was bad but also not the worst thing ever?

“I ALSO WHOLEHEARTEDLY AGREE WITH YOU MY LIEGE ON THE HUMAN’S STATEMENT” Sebek declared proudly, crossing his arm over his heart

Silver was awoken with all the cacophony of laughter and Sebek. “Shush.” He gave Sebek a glare, which made him shut up.

“She’s sleeping, father please calm down as well, she needs rest.” Silver spoke calmly, finishing eating. In all honesty, Silver wasn’t asleep in that moment, your words woke him up, and unfortunately for him, he knew what you mean by your statement of muttered words. You hear a lot when people think you’re asleep and a quiet kid. But he chooses to act as if he didn’t hear it, thought there’s an audible twinge of embarrassment in his voice.

“Haha your right son. Alright you lot all best head to bed, you hear me? I’ll take care of the dishes and take Y/N to bed, clean the table.” Lilia said in a more mature voice, though he still had a sly grin on his face, everyone agreed and Lilia flew to his room with you in his arms, setting you on the bed. He looked down at you and pinched your cheek gently. “Cheeky.”

he smiled while covering you in a blanket, kissing the top of your head, you deserves that much. He’ll make sure to treat you to a hearty meal tommorow!

[brainmuncher]

A mis-text-derstanding

After a long night of patrolling around Amity, Danny damn near collapsed onto his bed. His back ached from a stray ectoblast and his eyes felt heavier than a mountain. Technus had done something to the technology around the town. At random a piece of technology would suddenly go rogue with a virus the ghost implemented. The virus would make the item try to capture anyone in the vicinity using any means necessary. So Danny had been doing regular patrols around town to catch anyone who needed help.

That also means that his sleeping time had been radically reduced. Without even the energy to lift his head, Danny patted around for his phone. Once he finally found the device he hefted himself on his side with a groan. It was a new phone since he was the first casualty in Technus’ plan. Thankfully, Sam had given him another so his parents wouldn’t try to make him one. (Who knows what kind of ‘anti-ghost’ protection they would’ve put on it.)

Tucker had promised that he was working on fixing the virus going around. Hopefully, he had some kind of good news to share. As soon as Danny went to message him he realized he hadn’t downloaded their chat app to the new phone. With a sigh he knew that he would just have to use normal texting but with careful codewords.

Putting in Tucker's number with a yawn, Danny sent the first message.

‘It’s your undead bro. The night out tonight was killer. Any news on the techie progress?’

Danny smashed his face into his bed with a sigh after hitting send. Knowing Tucker he was probably face first in his laptop and won’t notice the message for a bit. He could probably just close his eyes and…

Before he could even consider taking a nap there was a generic jingle from the phone. He should really get to fixing that. Tuck deserves a much better ringtone than some bells.

‘Nothing noteworthy yet. It's harder to crack than normal but nothing I can't handle. Do you need me to take over for tomorrow?’

‘Also why aren't you using our chat?’

Danny squinted at the screen with a slight frown. It had been a while since Sam or Tucker tried to go out in his place. They learned pretty quickly that it made Danny way too anxious to have them out there without him. Something about not being there to protect them if they got over their heads made Danny’s chest ache. 

And of course, Tucker noticed that he wasn’t using the app he made. It was a bit glitchy at times, but what tech wasn’t when it came to Danny? Not only was it secure, but it became an easier way for them to establish a timeline for filing. Jazz had been the one who realized that they didn’t have steady information on not just the rouges but the events of the fights. It became a staple to write out what happened and what went wrong after hearing her lecture about it.

‘Don’t have it on this phone yet. And you know how I feel about you being out there.’

Danny watched the screen for a bit, waiting to see if Tucker would reply immediately again. His mom probably caught him on his computer all day and was forcing him to separate himself from it for a while. It wasn’t an uncommon thing for Ms. Foley to do.

‘Yeah yeah, Mr. Possessive. Do you need me to walk you through how to get it again?’

Snorting at the pun, Danny easily replied. If Tucker was feeling sassy enough to joke about that, then he would push some buttons back. It was a simple banter that they sometimes fell into.

‘You know how I get with technology. I’m more likely to break something. Especially since this phone is so new. Whatever happened to flip phones?’

Danny snickered to himself at the message. Tucker had an ongoing war between new and old technology. While he loved his PDA he also admired some of the top-of-the-line devices. It was like the past and the future mixed in his friend's room. He would gush about the new devices but also gush about the older ones that still had functions that the newer ones lost. But flip phones? That was the only technology he knew that Tucker hated. It was the worst of both worlds for him. He’d been so excited when Danny’s flip phone was bricked by Technus’ virus.

‘I’m going to ignore that you said that.’

‘Also there’s going to be trouble in the park near you tomorrow. I’m already planning on going. Do you want in?’

Scooting up from his lounged position, Danny started to write back his reply.

‘Of course, I’ll be there. Don’t need you to go in alone and join the dead. Unusual for him to leave his plans there though. That’ll be fun to write in the report.’

The image of Jazz reading about that brought a smile to Danny’s face. She always found it interesting when one of the ghosts would change a long-time behavior. The fact that Technus was able to keep this rather on the down low would guarantee her interest. He was always one to blatantly announce his plans to the world to hear. Even though it’s a bit of a pain that he’s learning to keep things to himself it would peak Jazz’s curiosity, which made it bearable.

‘It is weird. And don’t remind me about the report. I still have the one from last week to write and I don’t want to do it.’

That made Danny laugh to himself a little. Last week the lunch lady tried to embrace the Ultra-Recyclo Vegetarian life. In the overflow of food, Tucker had gotten trapped in veggies. He was visibly green from having to eat some to escape. Sam had been excited about it at first before she saw how much food was being wasted. She ended up getting attacked for trying to explain the damage overconsumption and food waste could bring.

‘You looked like you wanted to vomit afterward. Well, at least we are prepared this time. We don’t always get that chance.’

Danny stretched out his stubborn limbs, feeling himself try to sink into the darkness. He’d have to end the conversation sooner rather than later. At this rate, he wouldn’t have a choice on whether he was taking a nap or not. At the familiar sound of bells, he looked back down at the conversation.

‘Unfortunately. Well, I’ll be finished by the time we meet at the park. I know you usually like to sleep after a long night.’

The reply made Danny’s core feel fuzzy with happiness. Tucker always knows him so well. He doesn’t know what he did to get such a fantastic best friend. It was at times like these that Danny knew he was so glad that they were in this together. With two of his best friends at his side, it made being a vigilante so much easier to bear. 

‘Thanks. Remember that not just the dead get to sleep. Don’t push yourself. Goodnight.’

With that, Danny felt comfortable with setting his phone down to get changed into pajamas. It ached on his back to take off his shirt, but Jazz would be disappointed in the morning if he didn’t. She always got that pinched look on her face when he didn’t take care of himself to her standards. Her standards weren’t exactly high up either so it made him feel extra upset when he missed the mark.

Being careful to not lie on his back, Danny got back into his bed. He curled himself into the blankets with a small smile. One last chime of bells rang out in the room, probably from Tucker saying goodnight back. Picking up his phone, he opened up the lock screen and looked at his messages.

Instead of a goodnight, his stomach dropped as he realized a different number messaged him. A very familiar number.

‘Hey dude! I know you had to get a new phone so this is me. Not only did I figure out how it’s spreading, I think I finally found a way to get rid of the virus.’

Practically throwing himself off the bed, Danny got to his feet. Both his back and his mind screamed at him as he looked over the message. He tapped back to the one he’d just been replying to, finding his heart stopping at the string of numbers. One of the area code numbers was a six instead of a nine. He’d been messaging a stranger this entire time.

Looking back at the messages he convinced himself that it was fine. He was vague enough to not be recognized. It wasn’t like this person was from Amity. They won’t recognize the correlation between him and Phantom. Surely the other person wouldn’t take his words at face value. 

Worst comes to worst he can have Tucker take over his phone for a bit and make sure the other person can’t find out who he is. He hadn’t bought the phone or had it under his name in any way, so they could only find out from the conversation alone.

Breathing out a breath of air he kissed his night of sleep goodbye.

‘I’ll be over in a sec Tuck. I think I just made a mistake.’

[nightingale-prompts]

Energy Levels-Batboy AU-DCxDP

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Dealing with Danny's energy level has gotten 10 times worse. Dick remembered dealing with Beast's bursts of energy but even he got tired after a good wrestle with anyone willing to take on a bear. But Danny's new full transformations are smaller than Beast's transformations with twice the energy. If Dick wanted to get sleep he needed reinforcements.

So a trip to Titans Tower was needed. Before Dick could park Danny had rolled down a window and flew to the landing pad on the roof.

Batboy had certainly changed since his regeneration. The new wings have done a lot. Dick didn't get it when Danny described the process of blending dragon and bat muscle and bone formations. Dick didn't even know Danny had a dragon friend. Dick also didn't mention that sometimes Danny looked like a gargoyle when his wings rested on his back and not around him like normal.

Still, Danny was happy. Well...happier. Sometimes Danny would still blankly stare out at the city at night deep in thought. Like he was searching for something but knew he'd never find it.

Danny also didn't call him dad again. Dick never mentioned it. Danny did have mixed feelings about parents.

When Dick finally made it to the top floor Danny had already pounced on Gar. The two were in the middle of a tug-of-war as wolves. It wasn't a fair battle either as Beast was twice as big.

Wally almost felt bad for encouraging Danny. Almost. He took pictures of Beast being able to drag Danny around by the rope.

But there is a funny thing about wolf instincts. Adult wolves will always give in to pups. If a pup wants something the adult will let them have it. It's called puppy privilege. Like it or not Gar eventually surrendered the rope and let Danny fun off with it.

"Sorry, he's been like for a solid week." Dick immediately apologized.

"We are just glad he is alright. He's certainly more spirited than last time. Although his size-shifting last time left us confused." Starfire said patting Danny on the head.

The wolf dropped the rope before bounding back over to Gar and picking another fight.

Honestly, Garfield was thrilled to finally have another animal shapeshifting buddy. He considered asking Nightwing to let Batboy be his sidekick. Make him the new Beastboy.

After a few more rounds Batboy finally settled down after a race around the training course. The team managed to get some data on him after the other Titans arrived. Tim was the one to type out the data and send it out.

The others were just excited to have a potential new member like Supergirl. There was a debate however on whether Batboy was closer to being their generation's Beastboy or if he's technically a Robin.

All the while Dick took a long nap without Danny there to run or fly around the house to wake him.

*elsewhere in Gotham City*

A tiny dirty kitten trembled in the cold rain. Her sharp green eyes tried to see through the wet smog. A weak mew couldn't break through the sound of rain on the pavement.

"Oh, poor thing." A voice broke through the thundering force that pelted her.

A pair of chilled hands lifted her off the ground and tucked her into a jacket and carried her away.

[radiance1]

Danny often felt tired, as of late.

He wasn't certain as to why he did, though. It happened after his, apparent, coronation as the Prince of the Infinite Realms and after finally getting a boyfriend out of that damsel in distress who made him into one.

Which was unfortunate, because though he may try, it was very hard to pay attention on dates when Danny felt he just came from using the Ecto-Skeleton and no amount of sleep would make it go away. Fortunately, however, Billy was very understanding and accommodating of his plight, letting him sleep on him whenever he wanted and having their dates be less mentally/physically demanding things.

Man, Danny loved his boyfriend.

Unfortunately, he was away on one of his Justice League mission things.

Another thing he noticed, is that he liked to sleep in more cold places now. Very, very cold places.

So much so, that he genuinely debated moving to the Far Frozen if not for his parents turning his room into a literal walk-in freezer for him.

Did he ever find out why he needs to sleep so much? No, not really. But man.

Danny could go down for a nap right now.

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Pariah was having a good, very good day.

He woke up, stretched, ate some food he didn't actually need to, did some light exercises after aeons of not using his sword and just fighting in general and sat down for some tea.

Even had a letter from the Master of Time with a P.S that two humans would be busting down his door!

Wait what-

"Ghost King!" Came the rather loud, effeminate shout accompanying the loud slam of his castle doors. "Where is our son!"

Honestly, Pariah is impressed by the lungs on that human.

"You heard her!" He looked down calmly at the... Actually, what in the infinite is that? Since when did humans go walking around with cannons??? "Tell us where our son is our so help me! Ghost King or not we'll exorcise you right where you stand!"

Pariah blinked slowly, very, very slowly.

Then took a sip of his favorite ghost blend then calmly placed the cup back down.

"You must be the boy's, human, parents I presume?" He asked calmly, gaze sweeping over them both. They seemed to be prepared for war, a burning fire in their eyes as they stared down the very King of Infinity and saw only an obstacle.

Oooooh, how that made the part of him that longed, sung for battle purr in sheer delight.

"Why don't you join me for tea?" He said, waving a hand and conjuring forth two extra, human sized, chairs on the opposing end of his table alongside two more tea cups. "And explain whatever is going on, while you're at it."

The two shared a glance between each other, then slowly lowered their weapons down to a point where they could still draw them at a moment's notice, yet not actively antagonizing the king at the same time-

Oh, he just loves these types of mortals.

-before slowly making their way to their seats, which were right next to each other of course. Married and whatnot.

"Tea?" He flicked a finger, filling their cups with the same that was in his cup but before remembering. "Ah, right. Human and your mortality." He casually mentioned, flicking his finger and changing the liquid to one of the few mortal blends he could still recall. "Worry not, for they are not poisoned." He chuckled lightly.

Honestly, doing such a thing would be beneath him, especially when faced with mortals of such fire.

"Now," He brought his cup to his lips. "Why don't you inform me as to what, exactly, has brought you to my doorstep prepared for battle?"

They, once more, exchanged a glance between each other, making sure the king was still in sight before Maddie opened her lips.

"Our son is missing."

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The summoning was a success.

A terrible, terrible success.

One that the Justice League, One John Constantine especially, had valiantly attempted to stop.

But, unfortunately, once it got going it seemed to be incapable of stopping.

Faced with an entity being summoned from the Infinite Realms, they had called all of the heroes who were capable that weren't occupied. Shazam, unfortunately, was one of said heroes occupied.

Superman and Wonderwoman? Were not. So, at the very least, they had two of their heaviest hitters available.

The circle glowed a toxic green, growing and growing in glow until it reached its zenith.

Then was snuffed out as brightly as it glowed.

The air stilled, followed by a chill that rivaled the chilliest of snowstorms as if they were standing within one that very moment.

The next moment?

Ice.

Pure, unflinching, jagged pillars of ice rose from the circle the same moment it glow returned. Sticking out from the circle haphazardly and nearly impaling those that stood too close.

Mist, thick, blue mist. Rolled from the pillars of ice, descending down onto the floor with a gentleness that was almost deceptive if not occupied by such cold and being completely and utterly unnatural as it was.

The Justice League readied themselves.

[starlovesganyu]

since at your "love letters" post you said ganyu was extra cuddly, so may I request cuddling headcanons with HSR/genshin girls? if you don't mind pls include furina and fu xuan thank youuu

cuddling!

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cuddling hcs!

various characters x gn!reader

characters: nilou, ei, furina, ganyu, yae miko, ayaka, topaz, feixiao, fu xuan, kafka, robin, seele, firefly

warnings: none

not proofread

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nilou -`✮´-

• her favorite position is latching onto you and tucking her head under your chin

• she prefers to cuddle in silence, just enjoying your presence and warmth

• she loves to cuddle before a big performance because it helps her calm down and get in the right headspace

• if you gently play with her hair while you are cuddling, she'll turn into putty in your arms

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ei -`✮´-

• loves to hold you from behind, her arms tightly wrapped around you

• cuddling puts her at ease knowing you are safe and sound in her arms, protected from everything outside

• you aren't leaving her arms until she's satisfied, and on days where she's feeling extra stressed or anxious, you're not moving for a while

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furina -`✮´-

• acts like she doesn't want to cuddle, but in reality, she desperately wants you to just hold her in your arms

• even though she's vocal about not needing cuddles, she won't make any move to stop you from wrapping your arms around her

• even though she calls you needy for wanting to cuddle so bad, she can't help herself from snuggling just a little closer to you <3

• if you try to leave, she'll hold on to your shirt and sheepishly ask you to stay

you better stay

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ganyu -`✮´-

• very very blushy whenever you cuddle

• she'll be self conscious about her weight and body shape, thinking she's uncomfortable to hold so please reassure her </3

• your arms are her favorite place to nap, frequently taking her daily afternoon naps with her head resting on your chest

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yae miko -`✮´-

• will without a doubt be the big spoon

• very be touchy when cuddling, her hands constantly roaming around your body

• if some reason you are feeling extra down that day, she'll help comfort you by wrapping her soft tails around you

• definitely the type to blow on your ears just to get a reaction out of you

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ayaka -`✮´-

• melts the moment you embrace her

• can't contain her blush and smile when you look her in the eyes

• gets caught up in the moment and plants a quick kiss on the corner of you mouth before turning away in embarrassment

• loves it when you tell you her your favorite stories and experiences from your life

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topaz -`✮´-

• greatest lap pillow of all time

• when she has her arms wrapped around you though, she likes to rest her chin on your head or kiss you gently on the forehead

• quietly cuddling with you is her favorite to decompress and relax from her busy work days at the ipc

• if numby is not locked out of the room, it will be joining you two, whether you like it or not

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feixiao -`✮´-

muscle mommy!!

• you will feel the safest you've ever felt in her arms

• even though she's a battle hardened war general, she treats you like the most fragile and precious thing in the world

• loves when you trace your finger along her arms or abs

• there is also no way you're leaving her embrace before she's satisfied

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fu xuan -`✮´-

• something tells me she is definitely going to be the small spoon

• isn't very vocal about her desires, so she'll probably just gently pull at the bottom of your shirt with the cutest blush on her face to signal when she wants to cuddle

• gets all quiet and bashful in your embrace, and will silently snuggle up or pull you closer

• your presence is relaxing, and she always sleeps the best when she's tangled up with you

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kafka -`✮´-

• will put on the perfume she knows you love beforehand

• will plant gentle kisses all over your face, leaving lipstick stains everywhere her lips touch you

• loves to listen to you talk about whatever's on your mind while she holds you close and gently strokes your head

• offers you advice to your problems or showers you with praise and affection because oh does she have a massive soft spot for you

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robin -`✮´-

• she's just such an angel and will listen to everything you have to say, positive or negative

• doesn't care what position you two are cuddling in, she just wants to be near you because your arms act as her safe haven away from all the media and expectations

• if you slowly run your hands up and down her back, her wings will flutter in pleasure and she'll visibly relax <3

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seele -`✮´-

• would be very tense at first since she's not used to physical affection </3

• her face will be bright red the entire time, and can't look you in the eyes

• once she becomes comfortable though, it becomes one of her favorite ways to spend time with you

• will never admit that she loves to be the little spoon

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

firefly -`✮´-

• never feels like she's close enough to you, no matter how tightly you hold her

• listening to your heartbeat helps calm and ground her after a long day

• if you gently pat her head, she'll fall asleep instantly because she feels so safe in your arms!

• if you kiss the top of her head though, she'll pass away instead

[yetanotherexhaustedalchemist]

Yet more TWST HCs

Cater likes gossiping with the living paintings around campus. He tells them all the modern-day student tea and they tell him about the drama that went down two centuries ago in return. (He has acquired a surprising amount of blackmail material on the staff through this.)

If Lilia can't find Silver anywhere, the first place he checks is Scarabia. That's because whenever Kalim finds Silver asleep in a weird place, he gets Carpet to scoop Silver up and take him back for a nice place to nap.

Fellow/Ernesto is LUCKY that the event ended the way it did. If he actually succeeded in capturing everyone (and not imminently letting them go), he would have had some of the most powerful people and organizations in the world after him. (Is this even a headcanon? Idk)

Ace can do the splits. Idk why this makes sense to me. He's not very flexible besides that though, somehow

When he's particularly annoyed at Azul and Floyd, Jade leaves pebbles and gravel in hidden places that they'll only notice when they're going to use it (like in Floyd's shoes or in the jar for Azul's quill ink).

Yuu and Ruggie form a pact after Chapter 2 where they exchange chores and errands sometimes. Like if Yuu takes care of the laundry, Ruggie will do the shopping and drop Yuu's groceries off at Ramshackle. Later, Jamil joins the pact as well. (In return for a good dinner, they'll take care of Kalim for however long he needs for a break.)

Vil does a great job of making any trans/nonbinary students in Pomefiore feel welcome and at home. He offers haircuts, make up and fashion advice, voice training and more to anyone who asks.

Riddle is very sheltered when it comes to romance, even when it doesn't regard himself. Because of this, he has a tendency to assume a couple are just friends despite how close they are (like Vil and Rook) or think a duo is already a couple (Adeuce). This has led to many miscommunications and unintentionally funny situations.

Kalim actually does invite Malleus to a lot more events than he thinks, but the invitation always ends up getting lost due to improbable chains of errors.

Rook's family is from the Shaftlands nearby Fleur City, but they've lived in the Sunset Savannah for several generations.

Yuu's come up with a Fun Little Game for Friday game nights (usually with the first years but anyone who's interested is welcome) where Yuu tells them about a historical event from their world and everyone has to guess if it actually happened, or if Yuu's just making things up. Every time they think they've figured things out, Yuu hits them with a "the country that declared war on birds and lost is an actual thing that happened".

I don't think literally anything in-game suggests this, but. Hey. Memories from the 'lost in a book' events, while they vanish out of the books, carry over to other books. So when appearing in The Nightmare Before Christmas, Yuu, Riddle and Azul get all their memories from Stitch's Tropical Turbulence flooding back.

When Silver was young, there were a few occasions where he wanted to do something that was exclusive to rainy days (jumping in puddles, looking for frogs/worms or just listening to the rain, ect) but it was sunny with no chance of it raining. If he was ever particularly disappointed, Lilia would just so happen to mention the problem to Malleus. It could start raining minutes later. (Did he do it? Of course not, what a silly question.)

Ruggie usually avoids Jade (fair, he's terrifying), but they've had a few good conversations about common edible plants. It was surprisingly informative for them both. Jade now sometimes 'just so happens' to bump into Ruggie and continues the discussion, and Ruggie is smart enough to not bring up how convenient it all is.

Silver often helps pigeons build their nests. He's also unexpectedly passionate about messenger pigeons, and how messed up it is that they were bred to be messengers and then called dirty when they weren't useful anymore.

Yuu does this thing where they say the most insane, out-of-left-field things which baffle their friends, then when they're asked about it later, they swear they don't remember saying that. (It's usually something vaguely prophetic, exhausted and annoyed, or about The Mouse.)

[phoenixyfriend]

Hey have a fun AU I came up with the other day after reading a bunch of fics with related tropes

It's a raised Sith AU. Anakin was found by Sidious well before he was found by Qui-Gon. He was raised by the Sith, is a classically horrible monster stalking about TCW to be Vader (mask and all, just as an intimidation factor instead of life support) while Ventress and Grievous and Dooku do their own things in a different section of the war. He's got a Really Fucking Weird dynamic with Obi-Wan, mostly attempting to kill him etc.

At some point, Palpatine allows Anakin and Padme to meet. The romance that blooms is one that Sheev decides is useful to him, so he lets it happen.*

Padme gets pregnant. Sidious arranges for her death. Anakin loses his entire shit and tries to kill Sidious. Obi-Wan is off trying to save Padme, unaware of Anakin getting his remaining limbs cut off by his this-universe Master. (This is important, because Anakin does remember Obi-Wan trying to save Padme.)

So we have Anakin, who was raised Sith, and just lost the only things that have mattered to him since his mom died when he was a kid, and Palpatine has pushed him further into the Dark than he ever has. Anakin… knows more about the Sith Secrets in this universe.

Anakin finds a Sithly Time Machine. Maybe on Malachor. There's an owl? Whatever.

Anakin, someone who's been Vader for the vast majority of his life, wakes up at age nine. Maybe even younger, like six. His mother is already dead at Sidious's hands. He's already roommates with Maul. He's already being trained as a baby Sith.

Anakin, being a 20 year old war veteran, is much better at escaping than Sidious has planned for. He reprograms a medical droid to take out his slave chip, steals a ship, etc. All the stuff that Maul wasn't very good at, and Anakin was too young for, so Sidious didn't have the preventative measures in place for yet.

Anakin heads for the one place and person he thinks he can trust: Obi-Wan Kenobi.

(Obi-Wan is still a padawan. But this Baby Sith just declared him Adoptive Teen Dad, so.)

@lizasweetling (all indented bits from here will be hers):

Because Sith. Bad for mental health of the user and generally bad for their environs But also baby. And if hes dragging Maul around no doubt the dude is constantly himself confused why he is here Like yeah, Sidious sucked, and this 6-9yo is way powerful and knowledgeable on the dark side (?????) But why are we going to the Jedi? And not even trying to kill them apparently?????

Anakin is very much being affected by Baby Brain and Baby Endocrine System. He cries a lot more than he should.

I WASN'T THINKING OF HIM BRINGING MAUL BUT YEAH. THAT'S. THAT'S A POSSIBILITY.

Jedi Council trying to decide if this is more "Adult Sith got shrunk" or "child got evil man's memories." Vader wants to know why it even MATTERS. (He didn't actually plan on telling them, but he has very little self control right now.)

The first Good Act he does is tell them where to find Ventress and Ky. (In the original timeline, he viewed Ventress as like. Cool older cousin.)

Vader's right, that distinction does not matter Aaaw, she deserves that, that's nice Maybe she will be like 20% less homocidally traumatized

Anakin is furious when Maul and Obi-Wan pick him up under one arm like a package. He is a GROWN MAN he is an ADULT he was a SITH LORD and about to be a FATHER, he is TOO OLD FOR THIS.

They point out that he is Baby.

😂 sorry lord of evil, you're too baby, have a nap and maybe your feel better. Assuming the crisis on Naboo is still happening, and as such the vote of no confidence is right now, it might be a great time to report Sidious as a Sith lord. Post-escape from Sidious, both he and Maul definitely will need a nap. It's that kinda place.

Oh, it's probably at least a year before. Anakin keeps trying to sneak off to kill the man himself, but the Jedi are more ready for his Sneaking than Mustafar was, so he keeps getting caught before he can reach the Senate.

At one point he tries to just CHARGE the place and you get Mace and Obi-Wan sprinting after him. The News captures videos of this very small child getting chased by an older Padawan and a Master and they are mostly yelling for him to PUT DOWN THE SABER.

(Sidious might see him but what's he going to do? Might cause too many problems for Sidious to be aware of Anakin's presence with the Jedi, though. Best not.)

It's probably more expensive on average to hire an assassin on a child, just in general But on a jedi youngling??? If he can even find someone to do that, it will be so very, ridiculously expensive And likely 70%+ upfront payments

Ahsoka definitely seeks him out. Toddler baby child. She adores him for reasons unclear to anyone and everyone.

!!! Baby has baby!! Vader's probably a little thrown by this. Been a while subjectively since someone just loved him. And not even for like, a reason. Baby Vader coerced into sitting obediently for nap by tired kiddo: [The council liked that]

The number of times that vader could only be convinced to nap by Obi-Wan grabbing him, caging him in his own lap, and forced to Sit Quietly until he just fell asleep like that...

He has things to do, he's not tired 😡😡😡💢 (He's 9. Distances are between 150 and 195% longer when measured with steps, he's hungry (subjectively) all the time, and has only middling coordination He so is too tired)

Anakin doesn't know Qui-Gon at all but he keeps getting stuffed into the man's top because he's just. Small enough to fit.

Like the bomb boobs gif, but it's a small child.

the indignity

You just. You can't let him get too self-important.

Vader is Disgusted every time the pediatric healers try to talk down to him like they do to other 6yos.

The difference between this and other "Vader goes back in time to the Jedi" AUs (like Force of Many Sights) is that this Vader has never been a Jedi, and doesn't know anything about them except how they fight when he's trying to kill their friends.

Also Maul's there.

Because even he has a hard time taking himself seriously when hes so easy to manhandle Rest of the time; I am fear, I am death personified As luggage child: I am so small. The tiniest. I crave violence He's probably very annoyed they keep taking away his saber And hey! Obi gets practice not losing his! Woooo!

Something something Anakin clinging to Maul's back (piggy back ride) and chewing on his head or something stupid like that. Perfect height for head biting.

You know, the classic anime head bite

Maul probably has been nominally talked into this because this 9yo is a powerful darksider But he is also the world's most annoying tiny kid Maul would've thought his phenotype would make him immune to this ridiculousness He was wrong At least the teeth are a bit less pointy than his other little brothers'? Appreciating the little things

tfw your unwanted little brother drags you to what you think is a cult but actually they're way less culty than your last two places so you just stick around to keep an eye on the little shit

Anyway. ObiMaul for this one.

They're peers They're tired They just want to sit down and not have to chase this weird little murder child They have a lot in common 😊

They are all just a little bit stupid, I love them.

Qui-Gon is a Cool Mom (throws condoms at them and books it).

Yeah, that's about as much involvement as would be appreciated They probably did a lot of sparring before the tension broke Which did not relieve said tension, generally made it worse (Competence, athleticism, sweat-) Vader is confused, but probably doesn't mind He's probably glad they're distracting each other from stopping assassinating a certain someone (Which- that is 9yo hubris. He would need help to do that)

I still can't decide where on 6yo-9yo he falls but somewhere in there

Babies means easier hiding in shirt, teenie Ahsoka, and longer for him to convince the Jedi council to do a Sith hunt before the Naboo situation

Also longer for Maul and Obi-Wan to faff about being all Tension

* Vaguely inspired by the backstory of Rulebreaker/Wildheart, which is great but significantly more of a romance fic than this.

[theanimatingfanatic]

ITS MORE DOEY THE DOUGHMAN!!!!

Some more doodles of Doey the Doughman the bestest little guy ever!!! Well I guess he’s like what 10ft tall? So not little but he’s little to us cause he’s son.

More of these are related to Matthew, Kevin, and Jack being in more control. Also some cute outfits and him interacting with my persona! I know the skin tone isn’t accurate I was doing this late at night and it looked good then but now it’s kinda ass. I might do a Player design later, either my persona as the player or my take on the player.

SOME HEADCANON TIIIIIIIME

Doey is on the Autism spectrum, with more traits of towards aggression, social difficulties, and fixations. I see him having social issues from all three kids on account of the trauma they have faced. And his main fixation is protecting people but also reading!

He mellows out best when he’s alone, where all the kids can talk internally to each other

He enjoys fidget toys, especially Kevin. He’ll use his play dough body if need be.

I can also see him having DID (dissociative identity disorder) and each child as a system. I’m more so getting this from my friend who headcanons this.

—if I am inaccurate about these please let me know. Much appreciated.

He can’t really wear cloths because they stick to his playdough body.

Matthew is definitely the leader of the three and most of the time he can get them all to cooperate as a unit. He sets goals does the job and so on. He does stress out when things don’t go to plan and holds a lot of weight on his shoulders. His favorite things are reading, drawing, and meditation.

Kevin isn’t a bad kid, he just needs some guidance on how to regulate his emotions. He is the one in control of most of Dory’s movements as he’s the best st doing so. His favorite things are napping, video games, and fidget toys.

Jack is the quietest out of the three. He is often scared and confused but when they hang have some down time he shows up the most. He relates to the other children the best and is best at playtime. Surprisingly he is the one to solve most mechanical problems with the generator as one of his favorite kinds of toys were creative robotic ones. He also loves Doey, even more that he is his favorite character, he enjoyed all the sculpting he could add on top of his toy robots. His favorite things are video games, imaginary play time with friends (think house or war scenarios kids play out), and tinkering with machines

[varpusvaras]

You know, I'm just as big of a fan of all the angst when it comes to Fox and the Coruscant Guard and their brother's in the GAR, of all the scenarios where their brother's just go "oh, they have changed, they think they are better than us, in their easy posting, war changes everyone, they are not just who they used to be", as everybody else is, but I'm also a bigger fan of all their brother's noticing the change and not being okay with it, but in a way that it makes them realise that something is wrong and they do something about it. They notice the lessening messages and calls, and just call and message more often. They notice how the Guard doesn't seem to have time to come and see them anymore, so they go to them instead.

Cody notices how Fox keeps getting busier and busier, way busier than Cody himself, even though they're supposed to have to same workload, and Cody asks. He asks what Fox is doing, and is confused and angered by what he hears.

Wolffe notices that Fox jokes less and less, that his smiles are becoming more and more rare, and he makes sure that he gives Fox reasons to smile on the double, making sure that absolutely no one mentions anything about work while they are out.

Bly notices that Fox looks even more tired than the last time every time they meet, and if Fox starts to dose off, he pretends he doesn't notice, and let's him take a nap, while making sure that no one can disturb them.

Ponds notices how Fox looks thinner, first from the face and then overall under his armor, and he keeps giving him snacks, taking him out to eat or bringing food to the office or the barracks, and stuffs Fox's desk full of vitamins and sweets.

Rex notices how every time they come across the Chancellor while he is seeing Fox, which happens more often than not, because Rex is waiting for General Skywalker to come back from a meeting with the man, Fox tenses up. It's subtle, like he is trying his hardest not to, but like it has been ingrained in him, like a reflex. And Rex looks harder, and he notices the fading marks on his brother's skin.

And they all sit down together and talk about it, and they realise that something is wrong, and they need to help.

[multiheadcanons]

TF2 MERCS RELAXING

scout: if scout has an actual day of relaxation, he will end up asleep within 30 minutes of him realizing he can relax today. for those 30 minutes, however, he is an absolute terror. and whoever is his victim for the next 30 minutes will be fielding some of the most irrelevant, obvious, outlandish, generally some combination of those terms, questions. and he does not shut up. for 30 minutes you’re fielding questions well outside of your knowledge, and as he starts to make fun of you for not knowing, a small yawn escapes. and it’s the beginning of the end. all of a sudden, he’s checking out the bed. the couch. an assortment of chairs in a precarious line. the floor if there’s a good enough rug. starts patting the area. lays down. “i mean it’s not even that comfortable, it’s enough to sit on but i couldn’t fall asleep—” and the next thing you know all you hear is a soft snore. the team leaves him wherever he crashes. if he falls asleep on a line of chairs they play what they call scout jenga, where they see how many chairs they can pull from underneath him before he falls off. once he wakes up from his nap, he is generally more able to go do a quiet activity alone. likes his comics. will generally fall back asleep in bed in a couple hours. only seen during mealtimes.

soldier: soldier doesn’t relax, per se. to find him in a conventional state of relaxation is during mealtimes and his nighttime routine. that’s really the only time he is “relaxing” in the sense you’d expect him to be relaxing. otherwise, training is relaxing. pushing his body to the limit is relaxing. making the trek from the infirmary to training is relaxing. firing his rocket launcher is relaxing. if you held a gun to his head, he might read a book or two. nothing overly complex. probably war journals. maybe catch some rest if he has nothing else to do. him and scout together is engie’s nightmare. stupid questions asked in cut time with doubled duration. he’ll kick them both out if they can’t be quiet.

pyro: depending on the weather they’ll spend some time outside! normally takes walks. likes to pick the flowers they find to give to the team. maintains their flamethrower in worse weather. they have various ways they keep themselves entertained during down time, but they aren’t quite sure whether that counts as relaxing. one of the few people engie lets hang out in the workshop because they’ll actually sit there in silence. engie got them some coloring books for when they’re down there. keeps them occupied until they’re hungry or tired and ready to go back to their room. sometimes they can even convince engie to take a short nap too.

demo: lovingly cares for his bombs. overlooks his notes on them. ponders if he can improve them. normally gives up and gets a drink. comes back, continues to think and ponder over them. sometimes medic will ask if he would be willing to get on the operating table for the day, which is fine for him. they’ll make idle chatter until they run out of things to talk about, then he just lays there. likes to take off days to make various jerky. he’ll give them to the team to test it. scout is always incredibly pumped for whatever kitchen experiments demo’s cooking up.

heavy: when he’s not caring for sascha, or natascha, or the tomislav, or his shotgun, or with his doctor on the operating table, he likes to read. generally located in an easily accessible common area so if anyone needs him he’s right there. can get anywhere in the base in about a minute. he’s normally quietly hoping everyone will leave him alone for his down time, but he never refuses a teammate who wants to come sit with him… quietly. likes to go to gun shows. will take old man naps on the couch in the common area. the team can tell where heavy is based on his snoring. his naps do not affect his ability to go to sleep at night. if anything, he feels even better the next day after a full day’s rest. greatly enjoys sunbathing. he’s not a big enjoyer of the warmer weather, but on a nice brisk day, with a clear sky, if he can find a place out of the wind chill, he’ll just relax on a chair, sunglasses on, reading or resting quietly.

engineer: engie doesn’t relax. engie is a blue collar working man with too many things to do; he doesn’t relax. not to mention, because he’s one of the few teammates who consistently has a full plate, the teammates who don’t have consistently full plates come down to his workshop to ask him some of the most baffling (derogatory) questions he’s ever heard. but when he gets some down time… it’s beer time bud. he’s laid back, bottle in hand. generally thinking about all the work he has left to do while he sits on his ass. planning how to most efficiently manage the rest of his day. will go outside to stretch his legs if the weather’s nice. if pyro is particularly in need of companionship, he’ll spend the day with them.

medic: medic also doesn’t relax. he’s one of the other mercenaries who have a consistently full plate. the difference is when scout and soldier go ask him stupid questions he becomes interested in answering them. sometimes the results are favorable, normally they are not. and it’s too cold for pyro to hang out down there. so if he’s not doing paperwork, one of the worst parts of his job, or performing a surgery in the infirmary, or fiddling with his medigun, he is with his birds. tending to them, making sure they’re in good health. he enjoys sitting with them as he reads, which normally becomes a light nap. they’re his babies. paints their talons.

sniper: if sniper is not asleep in his van, or on grill guard, then sniper is just not on the base. generally nowhere to be found on the base. he is either out completing errands for the base, “out completing errands… for the base”, or he’s out on a drive, enjoying the wind and the sky through his windows. it’s hard to get a hold of him when he’s gone but somehow he always has a sense for when he’s needed at the base, and is always there just in time. sometimes he’s walking in to the team preparing for dinner, and he’s a little heartwarmed. sometimes he’s walking in to absolute chaos. really depends on how the team feels. either way, he’s prepared for it.

spy: will spend all day in his smoking room. sometimes he’ll come out and interact with the team, or slip out just long enough to cook something and be out of the kitchen by the time the smell of cooked food starts to linger, or he’ll sit with engie in his workshop, but usually he’s watching sniper. there was a time he snuck into the van to see where sniper spends all his free time. he was not happy to find out it’s normally the grocery store and a trip to the payphone. he almost feels like sniper knew he was there, and he did that on purpose (he did know, and he did do that on purpose).

[irisintheafterglow]

One-Shots

Gojo Satoru

You Are In Love - "you're my best friend," and you knew what it was

...Ready For It? - knew he was a killer first time that I saw him

Hits Different - it hits different 'cause it's you (or, struggling in a situationship with gojo satoru)

Never Grow Up - meeting megumi for the first time

The Archer - all of my enemies started out friends, can he hold on to you?

invisible string - the first time megumi uses ten shadows

even in my worst times, you see the best in me - being the strongest has its downsides, but at least you're suffering with him

life's no fun without a good scare - you have the brilliant idea of playing hide and seek in a corn maze against the most powerful sorcerer in the world. should be fun, right?

it's all me, just don't go (meet me in the afterglow) - satoru is jealous but refuses to admit it.

every dead end street led you straight to me - former fuckboy gojo has some things to say at the top of a mountain

i hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this! - coworkers to lovers with a healthy amount of teenage eavesdropping

he's the death you chose (you're in terrible danger) - married life with husband!gojo means cleaning up bodies at 2am.

Geto Suguru

The Great War - somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed

Back to December - you gave him all your love and all he gave you was goodbye

say you'll remember me - you were destined to fail from the start, so why does it hurt so badly when he's gone?

dazzling haze, mysterious way about you, dear - need some fluff after reading all the angst above?

tell me that you love me, love me 'til my lips turn blue - being partnered with suguru on a mission takes an unexpected turn

what if all i need is you? - after failed attempts to find a date to a relative's birthday party, your best friend acts as your fake boyfriend.

you know i love you so. - what if he never left you?

Nanami Kento

of daisies and collisions - nanami kento felt a little out of his element, with a small bundle of flowers sitting in his lap and brooding in the dark corner of the jazz bar. yet, you play that song he likes again, and nothing else matters.

Blurbs/Drabbles

the stakes are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours - holding satoru and letting him rest, even if it's only for a little bit

it took so long to know someone like you - he doesn't know who he is with you and it scares both of you

bad days and blanket burritos - good ol' satoru bf fluff

Imagines/HCs

And the touch of a hand lit the fuse

how gojo and geto react to their partner being obsessed with them (fluffy !!!)

summer camp counselor!gojo

Gojo Satoru

What, like it's hard? -> law student!gojo / university!gojo

general hcs

when he buys a motorcycle

flirting via the library

I'm with the band -> rockstar!gojo

rockstar!gojo meet sexyy

the valentine's day show

quiet moments and teaching you guitar

awards show

Falling for you, on and off the ice -> hockey player!gojo

someone steals your usual rink slot

watching a game

living in winter, i am your summer - he's terrible at figure skating

Kachow -> professional racer!gojo

on the radio

smoke his ass! - pro racer!gojo needs some motivation after a newcomer to the track pisses him off

Geto Suguru

oops? - satoru finds out that you've been seeing his best friend

a quiet moment in the aquarium

napping with you :)

scare actor!suguru

wooing the rec center worker (university!suguru)

Save a horse, ride a cowboy -> gunslinger!suguru

gunslinger!geto au

big iron - he's not the first to go after the crystal-eyed bandit, but something tells you that this one will keep his promise to buy you a drink when the hunting is done.

Theta Phi Fuckhead -> enemy frat!suguru

ancient grudge, new mutiny

move fast, keep quiet

half the things that haven't happened yet

Series Masterlists

End Game (volleyball captain!gojo x you) COMPLETED

Co-Parenting Megumi with Satoru COMPLETED

I Don't Wanna Live Forever (gojo x you during shibuya) COMPLETED

VIGILANTE SHIT (vigilante!au, IN PROGRESS)

[dracocheesecake]

Ahem. I just watched all KFP movies and I'm dying for more Kai X reader.

Could you do one where like reader is happening to be at the jade palace because she just happens to be. Could be like the part where Kai takes chi from everyone there and the reader is like 'oh.. Hi?' maybe the reader isn't from the valley of peace! And Kai just kind of decide to take her with him. Cough kidnap cough. And PLEASE DON'T TURN THEM INTO CHI AT THE End. 🥺. Reader slowly starts following for him because big and strong and I'm just rambling at this point. Don't question my sanity. If you can't do, that is fine :p

It's just i have a weird obsession with villains

Oh no you're fine I totally get it XD

Here it is!

General Kai x Fem!Reader: Wrong Place, Wrong Time 

Wrong place, wrong time; You had heard it before, but the meaning behind the phrase had never been so starkly clear to you until now. 

You had fallen asleep in one of the supply closets shortly after you had arrived at the Hall of Heroes. Travel to the Valley of Peace had been rough, and you had only meant to take a quick little nap, alone and undisturbed, so your mind would be sharp enough to get down to some serious study of the many historic kung fu artifacts- but when you awoke, the place was completely deserted, void of anyone, even servants. 

Alright, maybe that should have tipped you off that something wasn’t right. But to be fair, you had been almost completely absorbed by your obsession at the moment, and there was no one to watch you or chastise you for worshipfully touching the artifacts- just a teeeny bit, for further analysis, only- so how could you not take the chance when you had it? 

But then there was shouting from outside, and the place went so strangely dark; an ominous, almost supernatural sort of darkness, not like the candles and burners simply going out; no, this was phosphorescent, eerie and green. It made you feel sick, full of malaise. Quickly you collected yourself- the commotion outside had to mean that someone (a few someones, by the sound) were still present: the Furious Five and Master Shifu. You could go to them and find out what was happening. 

You came close to the doors and knew you would have to find a different mode of escape; it was more than a commotion- it sounded like a full-on battle was going on; but against who? It couldn’t be an army. There would have been many more voices if that were the case, war drums and cries, weapons clashing; but there was only Masters Tigress, Viper, Monkey, and Shifu. They had been the only ones currently at the palace when you had fallen asleep; you remembered that much. 

But there was another voice, a deeper voice you did not recognize- a more menacing voice. 

“Why not? He destroyed mine.” 

The bitterness, the pure hatred behind it, told you all you needed to know, even without hearing the rest of the conversation or seeing the one who spoke. You listened further to the sounds of combat, and knew it wasn’t going well for the Jade Palace. Despite your fear, despite everything, you had to see for certain- not that you could help, but you just at least had to go see with your own eyes, some sort of curiosity demanding you went to confirm your disbelief.

Unnoticed by the combatants (you hoped), you opened the door and rushed onto the portico. Hiding behind one of the wide pillars, you peeked around it to watch the fight in the Master’s Garden- and you immediately gasped in horror at what you saw. Your worst fears were confirmed: the Jade Palace was losing. 

But to whom? You watched the battle, watched as Shifu attacked a hulking figure. It was a bull- a single bull, but…You felt your breath catch in your throat at the mere sight of him: this was no mortal being, you knew immediately.  

No, this was something else. 

He looked demonic, just from the four horns sprouting from his head- like no other bovid you had ever seen before. A hulking figure that exuded raw, evil power. He was the source of the darkness that had come over the world, the source of the green glow of unearthly energy. He swung jade blades from long chains, trying to slice Master Shifu to shreds; but fortunately the red panda was still quick and agile for his age. 

But the Furious Five were not faring well, not against their own. You didn’t know how, it was too horrifying a thought, but your eyes weren't deceived; it seemed Masters Crane and Mantis had been transfigured into jade versions of themselves, and they were attacking the other masters! 

Master Shifu went flying, smacking into the base of the Oogway statue. Tigress managed to get up, rushing to his aid. The bull's eyes glowed green. He lifted a hand that also glowed, beckoning. 

“Bring them to me,” he ordered darkly. 

The jade Crane and Mantis grabbed Masters Monkey and Viper, whisking them towards the bull. You couldn’t look away, transfixed with horror as you watched the bull move his hooves, a flash, and then…

They were gone, and he had new amulets to go along with the collection on his belt. He laughed, a boisterous, fell laugh. Those horrible green eyes were on the remaining Masters. 

You couldn't watch anymore. You had to survive. You ran back into the palace, closing the door behind you and rushing for another escape- or at least a hiding place, should he come looking for you. You couldn’t string your thoughts together, couldn't calm down the rapid pounding of your heart, as if it too were trying to escape the bull. 

A sound- that was all the warning you had. Some impression of the incoming danger forced you down to flatten yourself against the cold polished floors. You threw your arms over your head, whimpering, then screaming as you heard something enormous come crashing through the Jade Palace right above your head. 

Rubble fell over you, but nothing too heavy, by some good fortune. Still, you didn’t rise again for a good while, just in case something else collapsed on top of you, or the bull came; but eventually, the quiet reassured you…and simultaneously, filled you with dread. But you needed to get up, anyway, try to escape. 

You groaned, coughing up dust as you rose again, brushing it off of your clothes. You kept your eyes on your feet for sometime, not wanting to see what had happened- the ruin surrounding you now was already too much to accept. You didn’t need to see the rest, you already knew. You tried to clamber over the ruin, stumbling and tripping as you went- and it only reinforced the facts you couldn’t shield yourself from. 

He had destroyed the Jade Palace. The entire palace. It was rubble. It was gone. 

Your breath came in quick, panicked bursts, and you began to speed through the wreckage without direction- but then you remembered the bull, and fear, ever the teacher, the protector, forced you to slow. To think out your escape. With considerable effort you took control of your lungs, easing your pace to a more steady jog. 

Then you came over the crest of a hill, rounding what remained of the Master’s Garden, and saw him. Instantly terror petrified your body, rooting you to the spot. A breath, two, waiting for your inevitable demise at his hands, to share the fate of the Furious Five and Master Shifu. 

But he wasn’t looking in your direction. By some mercy of the gods of fortune, the bull sat on what remained of the base of Oogway’s statue, gazing at what ruin he had wrought, and so avoided seeing you. You should have taken the opportunity provided by providence to slip away, you knew that- but that conscious knowledge hadn’t been delivered to your feet yet; fear still paralyzed you. 

So having no other choice, you observed him for a minute. You had a good view of him where you stood, a much better view than the slight glimpse you had had from the portico; he had been fighting then, moving around too much for you to really see him. 

He was still a menacing, hulking presence, but now, sitting casually with his forearms draped over his knees, he didn’t seem quite so demonically large as before. A helmet that wasn't of a military fashion from this dynasty sat on his head, giving his heavy brow an even more severe look, even when his expression was relaxed, as now- you didn’t know for certain if he was military, or had belonged to the military: something about his bearing just emanated authority which demanded to be obeyed- only a high-ranking military figure could have that. The rest of his attire, though, wasn’t quite military grade: dirty puttees, brown bracers, and a tattered loincloth. 

The glow had gone from his eyes, so now his expression seemed almost…disappointed, or bored; a conqueror who had laid claim to his prize, only to realize that it was the battle, not the conquest, that made victory sweet. One of his hooves reached up, taking the amulet he had around his neck and stroking it with his thumb. If you hadn’t just witnessed the horrors he had wrought, you almost would have felt bad for him- maybe even gone up to him and asked what’s wrong. 

The thought was sudden, and disturbing. There was no way you would willingly get within fifty miles of him if you could have helped it- so why the thought that you wanted to reassure him? He deserved whatever melancholy he felt, after what he did. Your anguish over the Jade Palace’s destruction broke you out of your paralysis, and you managed to move your foot- and stepped on what felt like a leaf, a soft crunch that seemed horribly loud. 

You let out a slight gasp and looked down. It wasn’t a leaf, but a piece of ancient parchment- possibly the remnants of a scroll that had drifted from the ruins of the Palace. You squinted at it, recognizing in the painting the shape of the bull, and beside him, what looked to be…Master Oogway? Oogway had known him? 

You didn’t have time to contemplate the revelation; you had made too much noise. Your head shot up, gazing in the bull’s direction. His ear twitched, and you tried to duck down to the side of the path, behind a boulder and out of his range of vision- 

Too late. The bull’s glowing green eyes were on you. His eyebrows arched slightly, as if he were somewhat surprised, before his expression flattened back into boredom. You tried to turn and run. 

“Bring her to me,” you heard that rumble behind you, and the next thing you knew, a stone cold, steel grasp was on your wrist. You grunted in pain, then turned and almost screamed when you saw that the jade statue of Master Shifu had you. You tried to twist away, but then it struck you in the ribs. You fell to your knees, breathless and reeling from the pain.

The jade Master Monkey picked you up, and then the jade Master Crane swooped over, snatching you in his talons and dropping you in front of the bull. Your legs reverberated painfully from the impact of landing, but no serious damage was done. You could have ran- if the jade coils of what looked to be Master Viper hadn’t wrapped around you, squeezing your limbs to your sides and strangling the breath from your lungs. You gasped, helpless. 

The yak leaned down more to your level, so that the black tangles of his mane almost curtained you. A pleasant smile was on his face, one that didn’t reflect in those horrible, glowing green eyes- half-lidded, as if this were only an idle chat. From this close, though, you could see a ring of blue surrounding the pupil; it was…lovely, in a way. You never would have noticed, if you hadn’t been so close to him. 

 “Hello, there,” he said. “I thought all of the little Valley people scurried off before I came. Not you?” 

Why did his voice make your spine shiver like this? It had to be fear. You swallowed past the lump in your throat, and tried to choke out some response- a very difficult task, with a jade snake strangling you, and the thumping of your heart. 

“N…No…” 

He tilted his head. “How come?” 

“Fell asleep…i-in-in…cl-closet…no…way…to…” 

You glanced towards the Jade Palace, saw the rubble it now was, and wished you hadn’t. Your gaze quickly returned to him, and you saw he had followed your thoughts. His eyes turned back from the ruins to you, and he smiled. 

“Surprised you managed to survive. Too bad you couldn’t get away unnoticed, though.” 

He chuckled, a deep rumble that sent another one of those strange shivers down your spine. You couldn’t help it, he had some sort of charm you couldn’t describe or reason away. That, and something about his appearance, the slovenly, almost barbaric array, was a little appealing…

You immediately shook off the thoughts. What was wrong with you? There was no way you found this deep voiced, muscular, long haired, strong, powerful, villainous, devilishly charming bovine handsome or anything. 

No. You didn’t. Not at all. It was just fear. After all, you had seen what he had done to the masters. Would that be your fate, too? You watched him, eyes wide, waiting with bated breath for his next move. 

One of his hooves then came up, taking your chin in hand. The blood rushed to your face rather than away from it. 

“Care to tell me what you were doing here, Little Sneak?” He asked. His brows raised archly. “You aren’t one of Oogway’s students, are you? I’m afraid I would have to add you to my collection if you are- nothing personal. At least, not between you and me.” That glint, like the glow of the blades holstered at his hips, flashed in his eyes. 

You swallowed and shook your head. It wasn’t just the jade coils holding you tight that took your breath away, now. He was so close, holding your chin with such gentleness despite the immense strength you knew him capable of…

He nodded. “Alright. Release her.”  

The jade viper uncoiled, and you were able to breathe again. The yak also released you, stepping back. You didn’t stick around to thank him; you turned and started to rush down the path. 

“I didn’t say you were free to go yet,” the bull said sharply, with authority. It made you freeze in place. “Turn around. I’m talking to you.” 

Your body moved as if controlled by his will, slowly rotating on your heel until you were facing him again. You stood where you were, eyes wide, shaking. The severe expression he was wearing eased back into that pleasant smile, the harsh green glow of his eyes dimming.

“That’s better. Now we can discuss what to do with you.” 

He stroked his beard, as if in thought. “Hmmmm…Let’s see…Maybe I will take your chi after all.” 

You felt your heart racing. Your shaking intensified. He cast you a playful grin, one that showed his crooked teeth.

He chuckled. “Or maybe not. But what to do with you? Hmmmm…” 

The bull again pretended to think, stroking his beard. Your eyes shifted around, searching for an exit- but there was none. The entirety of his mountainous bulk blocked the path ahead of you, and the jade masters every other possible escape. You weren’t going to squeeze out of this one easily. 

“Or maybe,” he said, “I could interrogate you for information…But you don’t look like you know very much- not anything useful to me, anyway.” 

He perked up suddenly, clapping his hooves together as if he just had an epiphany. “Oh! I know! I could just…let you go!” 

You couldn’t suppress the reflex that made you look hopeful. He saw it, then burst out laughing. 

“Don’t tell me you fell for that. Nah. Not a chance.” 

He cocked his head to the side, admiring you from the corner of his eye. There was something in that gaze though, something that gleamed in a dangerous way. He had a lazy smile on his muzzle. 

“...You’re cute, for a mortal,” he said softly, appreciatively. “And fun to tease.”

He straightened. Then he chuckled, placing his hooves on his hips, close to his blades. His tone was casual as he spoke. 

“Tell you what,” he said. “I’m not going to take your chi. Wouldn’t be worth it, anyway.” 

The pleasantly lazy smile turned back into a smirk. His voice darkened. “But you’re still coming with me.” 

Your heart leapt into your throat as one of the jade masters- a gorilla, by the looks of it- lifted you and hauled you effortlessly over a shoulder. You grunted, scrambling to try to wriggle free- or at least, get in a slightly more comfortable position. Kai chuckled at your futile attempts, then turned back towards the path. He stretched a little as he walked, and you couldn’t help but admire the view, watching the heavy cords of muscle move under the slate gray fur. Your face was heating up, but you didn’t look away. 

“I don’t know if you overheard my conversation with the Lesser Panda while you were sneaking around, so I’ll explain again. Little Kitten will lead me straight to the panda village,” he said, “and to the Dragon Warrior, too. I’ll take their chi, and then drain every. Single. Panda. There.” 

He stopped in his tracks. The jade gorilla did, too. You were behind him, so you couldn’t see his expression. However, his shoulders started to bounce, and then he burst out into an evil cackle. 

“Then I’ll destroy every last trace of Oogway’s legacy! And then begins The Kai Dynasty!” He let out another evil laugh. Green lightning streaked across the sky, followed by an ominous boom of thunder- whether good timing or some power of his own, you didn’t know. 

You paused, horrified by what you had heard. But then, despite yourself, you piped up: 

“Kai Dynasty?”

He turned to look at you. “What?” 

“...That’s what you’re going to call your evil reign?” 

He furrowed his brow. “Yeah. What’s wrong with it?” 

His tone had been gruff, but there was a slight hesitancy before he spoke, and the way he slumped his shoulders showed that his pride had been wounded. You would have smiled at the absurdity of the entire situation, if it hadn't been so dire. You cleared your throat. 

“Um…No-nothing, it's just a little…cheesy, is all.” 

His eyes flashed, and he narrowed them at you. “How so? You have a better idea?” 

“Well…Maybe the Jade Dynasty?” 

The bovine- Kai, you assumed- glared at you with his strange eyes for a moment in tense silence. Then his posture relaxed again. He chuckled. 

“The Jade Dynasty…I actually like that,” he murmured. That somehow charming, lop-sided smile spread across his face again, along with that strange gleam in his eye- a gleam you were starting to recognize as fondness. “Good idea.” 

Was he starting to like you?...And why were you starting to like him, too? What was wrong with you?

What did you get yourself into? 

[ireadwithmyears]

Hi there! Congrats on 300!

I'd like to make a request, if I may, for either Fox or Dogma, whoever you feel is better, I love them both.

What do I need right now? I need someone who will be in control.

I'm tired. I'm so damned tired all of the time. I'm tired of having to make all of the decisions. I'm tired of having to choose. I just want/need someone else to take charge just for a day, or hell, an hour.

I need a fucking nap. And probably to cry for a half hour.

It can be sfw or nsfw, I'm not picky.

❤️ - @vodika-vibes

An Overworkers Guide to dealing with an Overworker

Pairing: Commander Fox/Fem Reader

Word count: 4.3 K

Requested by  @vodika-vibes for my 300 follower milestone event (now closed)

Tags/warnings: 18+(minors DNI), smut, fingering, piv sex, authority kink if you squint, light dom/sub, Fox is pretty soft dom/just bossy in general here, but the reader needs it, reader is stressed and overworked, and also sleep deprived

Summary: Working as a speech writer for Senator Amidala involves meeting fast approaching deadlines and turnarounds on a pretty regular basis. With your people pleasing, and also slightly perfectionist tendencies, this makes for quite the combo. Fox, for his part, sometimes finds himself needing to get creative, not to mention persuasive, in his efforts to try and coax you out of the office.

Authors note: speaking of people pleasing/perfectionist tendencies...🤦‍♀️ i’m sorry for the longer wait than intended. I don’t want to be known as someone who isn’t reliable. But this was a case of life having absolutely horrendous timing, which you already know. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this, because it was a wonderful little distraction for me to focus on over the past week.

Your shift should have been over hours ago. 

Actually, the increasingly elusive logical side of your brain pipes up, masked by caffeine-induced adrenaline and warring with your body‘s exhaustion; your shift should have been over last night.

You had left the Senate, gone home, and even had time to make yourself some dinner, then the ping of your comm disrupted all the intended calm and peace you had originally planned to enjoy that night.

See, you worked for Senator Amidala, and, adequate speech writer that you were, you had been wholly unprepared for the amount of scandal that accompanied her name and reputation when you had initially taken the job.

Most of it, you had to concede, was unjustified. Public opinion quickly fluctuated in and out of her favor because she was young, because of how closely she was tied to Naboo, and—perhaps the only thing that was worthy of public speculation—how favorably she was viewed by its former senator, now the Supreme Chancellor.

However, eyes scanning over the communication that had been marked as extremely urgent, this, like most of the others, was absolutely bogus, penned by an author who, with the right words, could afford to have more than a substantial sway over the court of public opinion.

“Senator Amidala embezzling government funds with the help of Chancellor Palpatine” 

by Janine White

A note followed that read: “Press conference tomorrow at 8 AM to deal with this mess. Need a speech that can clean up and fact check. Apologies for the quick turnaround.”

-Cordé

You had promptly let out an offended curse, glaring distinctly at the tiny headshot of Janine White that flickered on the display of your holopad for her unbridled audacity to publish such ridiculous nonsense, especially this late in the day. 

Then you had sighed, and with an air of resignation, disappeared into your home office, a large mug of caf in hand.

Through the night you had crafted, drafted, edited, and then edited three more times, a speech that was concise, grounded in both intellect and facts that would with some luck be all that was needed during tomorrow’s—or you supposed by now it was this morning's—press conference.

Then you had sent it off to your employer, cc’ing each of her handmaidens for good measure, and when by chance you caught a glimpse of the timestamp of 4:36 AM, you decided that if you tried to sleep now, there was no way you would be getting up on time to make it to work once the sun came up.

You had sent a transmission to your supervisor, letting them know that you would be working from home today, and with resignation weighing down your bones, you had gotten back to work, beginning to draft your next far-less-urgent but still looming deadline for the senator. 

Actions have consequences though, and unaware as you are of them right now, your consequence is currently making his way through the door of your apartment, utterly unfazed by the lack of response he gets when he calls your name as he enters. 

Fox, much like you, has experience with overworking himself to the bone, because he himself is an overworker. 

Finding himself in a serious relationship with one had, at first, not been smooth sailing. The two of you would often clash and butt heads in an attempt to get the other out of their office so that at least, for the love of the Force, they would get a few hours of sleep. There would be grumbled mutterings of calling the other a hypocrite, frustrated glares over each other’s shoulders, and an overall general air of unresolved tension that lingered until one of you decided that it would be easier to just sweep it all under the rug and act like it had never happened to begin with. Healthy? No. But for a short, blissful time, it was convenient, if nothing else.

By now though, the two of you had adapted, and with time, patience, and more than a few bumps along the road, had grown past the knee-jerk avoidance tendencies you both preferred. Now, there was familiar, comforting protocol and procedure. 

Fox recognized the signs, from the lights left on in your kitchen to the unwashed and scattered dishes haphazardly piled on the table.

Alright, he thinks to himself, hands on his hips. Approach one.

He feels like he’s preparing to march into a battle rather than just stepping inside your home office. This approach, most of the time, is destined to fail, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try. 

So he goes inside, steps behind you, and lays large, warm hands against your shoulders, thumbs slowly pressing into that one spot at the base of your neck that always gets sore after a long day, or in this case, night of writing. 

And then he asks in the most tender, soft way his rough voice can manage, “Mesh’la, I know you were working all last night and into the morning. Surely your employer can handle you being offline at least for a few hours so you can get some rest?” 

As expected though, you shake your head from side to side, even as you release a small noise, groaning as his thumbs lightly dig into that one achy and tender spot.

“I can’t,” you somehow find the willpower to say, your back straightening once more as your fingers return to the keyboard. “I’ve got two speeches that need to be in by tomorrow for peer editing and feedback.”

Fox sighs, giving a resigned shake of his head and leaning down to kiss your cheek before exiting the room. He hasn’t, in reality, given up, not by a damn long shot. He is, however, cutting his losses and moving on to approach number two.

Fine, he thinks as he moves into your kitchen and opens up your fridge. If gentle touch and soft words aren’t enough, then sometimes tempting you away from your screen with the basic necessities like food and water often are. 

Fox doesn’t consider himself to be much of a cook, but he is resourceful. Using what is already available, he reheats some mac & cheese, adding a small serving of cut up vegetables on the side, complete with a tall glass of water, knowing that, much like him, you’ve probably been keeping yourself going on just caf alone.

With that in mind, before he returns to you, he also grabs a couple of painkillers, anticipating the caffeine-induced headache you’ve probably given yourself.

This time when he enters, he is silent save for the sound of him setting down the food at your desk. You look up, offering him a tired, grateful smile, and because you know he’s gone to the trouble and you don’t want to disappoint him or hurt his feelings, you begin to eat, swallowing down the painkillers with some water before digging in.

Fox takes the opportunity while you’re distracted to swipe your remaining caf. 

“Hey!” You glare up at him, indignant as he brings the mug to his own lips and downs it all in one satisfied gulp. “You bastard,” you grumble, though your voice lacks any real bite as he sets the empty mug aside.

“Love you too,” he says with a smirk. “Trust me, sweetheart, with how you’re looking right now, caf isn’t gonna do anything except give you a massive headache.”

You pout at him, even though he’s right. There’s a pressure behind your eyes that seems to pulse every time you blink, and loathe as you are to admit it, the water, to some small degree, helps a little. Not that Fox needs to know that.

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, rolling your eyes and draining the rest of the water. “Thanks for telling me I look like shit.”

“I didn’t say that,” he counters, his voice quiet, reaching out to touch your hand. “I think you look beautiful.”

You would laugh if he didn’t sound so goddamn sincere. Instead, you look down, trying to hide your blush, then blink rapidly as your eyes zero in on the now empty glass of water perched innocently on your desk. You all but chugged the whole thing down, and come to think of it, you can’t remember when it was you last got up to go to the bathroom. Speaking of which, your body seems to chide, stomach twinging with an all the sudden now very prominent discomfort.

“Hate to break the moment,” you mutter, quickly rising to your feet. “But I just realized how badly I need to pee so uh...I'll be back.”

With that, you scamper from the room, Fox listening to your quick footsteps as you move down the hallway and towards the fresher. 

Well, Fox shrugs, he supposes that it’s time to throw down all his cards and move in for his final approach: number three.

When you return, Fox has sat himself, looking for all the world like a cat who’s caught the canary, down in your office chair.

“I need to get back to work,” you say, leaning against the desk and folding your arms.

“Go right ahead,” he says in that cocky and stubborn tone of his that makes it pretty clear that he’s not intending to move even one inch from where he’s settled himself.

You sigh, rolling your eyes because you do not have the energy for this, and then, evidently doing exactly what he wants you to do, you plop yourself down right in his lap.

You go back to work, and you do your best not to acknowledge it. 

So you don’t acknowledge his arms settling around you or his hands dipping beneath your shirt. You don’t acknowledge when he leans forward and his lips are against your neck as his fingers glide down your stomach, your hips, and your thighs. And you don’t, or at least you try not to, acknowledge it as his hands are pushing up your knee-length skirt. But Force, he makes it pretty kriffing difficult when his hand is sliding over the material of your panties, his palm warm as he cups you through the thin material.

“Fox,” you breathe, and it takes all of your intense focus to keep your eyes trained on the screen, the words, and the flashing cursor in front of you.

“What is it, Mesh’la?” he asks, his voice equally as quiet. “You can still work, can’t you?”

You refused to dignify that question with any kind of response. 

Your fingers lightly tap against the keys of the keyboard as you refocus on the speech you’re working on.

Taptaptap.

Fox continues to tease you over the material of your panties, your lips pressing together in a tight, determined line as his fingers slowly caress over your clit.

Taptaptap.

His other hand is undoing the buttons of your shirt, only pausing once your chest has been bared, calloused fingers slipping beneath your bra to gently toy with one of your nipples. When he realizes that the thing is strapless, you’re distantly unsurprised to feel it unclasp, slipping from around your chest entirely and noiselessly falling to the floor at your feet.

...taptaptap. 

“Look at you,” he whispers, voice low and husky. “Already wet for me.”

His fingers move lower, slowly rubbing up and down your clothed slit, allowing you to feel the noticeably damp material pressing against your labia.

“I’m glad we’re not at the Senate Building,” he continues, lightly pinching one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger at the same time he pushes your panties to the side. “Do you want to know why?”

You bite down hard on your lip, trying not to gasp as you feel his fingers dragging through the arousal that’s gathered at your entrance. Without pause, he slowly pushes two fingers inside, and this time you aren’t quick enough to totally stifle the surprised cry that falls from your now parted lips.

“That’s why,” he says, a self-satisfied smirk in his voice. “You make such cute little sounds just for me.”

He pauses, feeling as your walls lightly flutter around him, giving you some time to adjust. 

“And to be honest, I’m not really one for sharing,” he says, his voice almost conversational as he slowly begins to pump his fingers in and out. “And in that little cubicle you work in, I don’t think you’d be able to keep those little sounds to yourself, would you?”

He almost immediately proves his own point, gently curling his fingers up towards your belly button, and you whimper, the words in front of you momentarily turning into nothing but a meaningless blur. 

“Thought so,” he says, his voice teasing and singsong. “And we can’t have that, can we? I’d make you use your panties as a gag.”

With the way that your walls briefly tighten around his fingers, you realize that you wouldn’t half mind that, and Fox chuckles, pressing his palm against your clit, his fingers still working inside you. Without thought, you begin to rock your hips and grind down, gasping at the sparks of pleasure that the resulting sensation draws from you.

“But I think at the end of the day, your colleagues would still know exactly who’s making you come.”

“F-Fuck, Fox,” you whisper, your eyes blown wide and your hands limply trembling on the keys.

“That’s right,” he rumbles, accentuating his words with a slow and deep thrust of his fingers. “I make you come.”

His thumb curls so he can directly draw circles against your clit.

“And I bet that you really want to come right now, don’t you, cyar?” he asks, his voice lightly taunting.

And then, his fingers are slipping out of you, and he’s left you on the edge and empty. You let out a whine, squirming to regain friction that’s no longer there, and Fox just sits there, expression completely impassive. But then, his hand is in your hair, and he’s slowly tugging your head upward, and he’s leaning forward, so close that you can feel his breath tickling against your skin.

“Answer me,” he says, deadly quiet and controlled. “Do you want to come for me, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes,” you say, swallowing as your throat suddenly feels dry.

Fox’s expression remains the same, no less unyielding as he looks down at you, taking you in with a heated, hardened amber gaze.

“Yes, what?” he asks, so intently focused on you that you can feel your cheeks flush.

“I,” your breath hitches slightly and you squirm, unable to look away. “Yes, sir.”

“Mm,” Fox hums, the sound one of approval. “That’s better.”

It’s completely unfair. It’s embarrassing and fine. It also really turns you on how easily he’s able to take all the control away from you, leaving you wanting, willing to do almost anything he might suggest. 

Just like how right now he’s pressing his fingers against your parted lips, and without question you take both digits into your mouth, sucking on them eagerly, lightly swirling your tongue as you look up at him with big eyes.

“Look at that,” he whispers, his eyes heavy with lust as he watches you. It’s then that you become distinctly aware of the outline of his cock, growing hard and heavy as it presses against your ass.“You can be good when you want to be.”

He continues to watch you, his eyes hungry, before slowly pulling his fingers from your mouth, lightly tracing them over your lips as he speaks.

“If you want to come that badly, you’re going to do exactly what I tell you. Is that understood?”

You quickly nod your head. 

“First, save whatever file it is you’re working on.”

With shaking hands, you do. 

“Now,” he says, fingers lightly stroking along the bare skin of your inner thigh as if to remind you of what’s to come. “Pack up all your work for the day.”

Hesitantly, you do, shifting around and depositing all of your working materials in the appropriate drawers until your desk has been completely cleared of all of it.

“Good,” he says, giving your knee a light squeeze. “Now, I want you to take off your panties, lie back on that desk, and spread your legs.”

With absolutely zero hesitation this time as you slide off his lap and get to your feet, you do exactly as he says, not even sparing a glance towards your already forgotten panties, letting them hit the floor before you hop up onto the desk, lying down and letting your thighs fall open.

He watches you, eyes darkened and hands rough with want as he pushes your legs apart farther so that he can step in between, reaching to free himself from his blacks, swift as he lets the lower half of them drop to the floor and kicks them away. 

“I’m going to give you what you want,” he breathes, and it’s then that you can feel him circling himself around your entrance, lightly teasing the tip of his hard length against your clit. You whimper, your hips giving a little jolt, and he smirks down at you, fingers ghosting along your side, lightly gripping at one of your hips to keep you in place. “And then, once I’m done with you, you’re going to go to bed, and you’re going to get a good and proper sleep. Isn’t that right, cyar?”

“I, yes,” you gasp, your voice high-pitched and strained. He’s right there, and you can feel how much he wants you, amplifying how much you want him as he drags himself back down towards your entrance, his fingernails lightly digging against the skin of your hip as he braces himself. “A-Anything you want,” you pant, your cheeks heating with a blush when you suddenly realize how true that statement is.

It’s embarrassing—you think you should be embarrassed—at how easily he’s reduced you to this, at how he’s coaxed you into begging without even having to ask, and yet as he looks down at you, holding eye contact as with a slow, purposeful thrust of his hips, he pushes himself inside you, and you can’t really bring yourself to care.

“Mmh, fuck,” you gasp. Fox lets out a low groan, his head dropping forward, slowly beginning to rock his hips against you in an unhurried rhythm.

“Come on, Mesh’la, take it,” he whispers, his breath hot against your ear as his tongue flicks out to run along the shell. His hand slips between your bodies, expertly circling two fingers around your clit until your walls flutter, relaxing just enough so that he can slip all the way in, his hips pressing flush against yours. 

“Mm, there we go,” he says, his voice a low rumble within his chest, warm with both sensuality and praise.

“Mm, Fox,” you whimper, squirming as you try to lift your hips. He’s seated himself so deep inside you, and yet you still need more. Fox’s hands are rough against your hips, forcing you to keep still as he pulls himself almost all the way back out before slamming forward in a smooth, punishing thrust.

“Look at how well you take it,” he nearly growls, rolling his hips against you with increasing urgency. A moan falls from your surprised and now parted lips, arching upward as much as he’ll allow and incidentally pushing your chest towards his face.

Fox, ever the opportunist, releases your hip to lightly cup your breast within his hand, thumb gliding over your pebbled nipple before he leans forward, capturing the small and hardened bud within his mouth. 

“You deserve this, you know that?” he whispers hoarsely, his warm, wet tongue swirling around your nipple one last time before pulling back, focussing all his attention on his thrusts, quick and rough and decisive. The head of his cock brushes against that one, deep spot inside of you, slow pulses of pleasure rolling off of you in waves, your head tipping back as you moan breathlessly. “Pretty girl deserves everything that I’m giving her.”

A broken sound escapes your lips, something between a whimper and a whine, because these words, heated and spoken in a moment of intense passion as they are, are far more than that beneath the surface. He’s speaking to that part of your brain that whispers that you are only worthy when you are contributing something of value, that doing anything less is shameful and should be viewed as a failure, regardless of if you yourself feel on the verge of breaking.

Fox, with quietly spoken and heated words and each rough, urging thrust of his hips is rendering that part of your brain to be silent, or more specifically, violently forcing it to shut up. With every rock of his hips against you and every drag of his cock against your walls, he’s slowly, steadily driving each self-critical, incessant, and nagging thought from your head, and judging by the focused, self-satisfied, upward tilt of his lips, he knows it too.

“Come on, Mesh’la,” he mutters, reaching for one of your thighs and hoisting it high up around his waist. The new angle instantly has you gasping, your eyes rolling back as you whimper, your hands scrambling to grip at the edge of the desk with biting fingernails. “I can tell you’re close for me.”

You frantically nod your head, the ability to form coherent words temporarily lost on you. Fox lets out a low, pleased noise, his hand slipping down to gently press against your lower abdomen, causing both of you to groan in tandem, your walls squeezing around him tight.

“Let go, Cyar’ika,” he murmurs, his voice tight with strain and tension. “Want you to fucking give it to me right now.”

You cry out, lifting, arching against him. His hips are flush against yours. In this moment, the heat of his skin feels akin to that of flame, searing and all consuming. Your toes curl, your walls fluttering and contracting as you come, soft, pleasured whimpers and cries of his name falling from your lips as you ride out your high.

Fox lets out a low grunt, his head tipping forward as your head falls back to reveal the tantalizing curve of your neck, his tongue greedily tracing a path up towards your ear. The subtle tang of sweat is salty against his tongue, and he looks up at you as your fluttering eyes lose focus, lost in the bliss of your orgasm. 

“Fuck,” he whispers, unable to resist sucking a mark, low on the column of your throat. “That’s my girl.”

His thrusts become involuntary, fast and sloppy as his body chases the pleasure of his own high. His head falls forward, and you can feel his hair lightly tickling against your skin as he stills, letting out a groan, low and satisfied within his chest as he releases, warm and wet within your walls.

You think you might shudder as Fox carefully eases himself out, but you’re not really sure. Your mind is fuzzy, pleasantly warm and far away as you slowly regain your breath.

Fox now touches you gently, his hands soft and warm against your skin as he brushes his knuckles along the curve of your cheek, staring down at you with an almost reverent awe.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers, and you barely have the energy to summon a quiet laugh.

“I look like shit, and you know it,” you mumble sleepily, reaching up to lightly tap two fingers against his chest. “Also...my panties are probably collecting dust on the floor over there.”

“Shh, don’t worry about it,” Fox breathes, leaning down to press a soft kiss against the corner of your mouth. “I’ll get them later.”

“M’kay,” you agree, your voice slightly slurred. “Fox?” you ask, trying to stifle a yawn behind your hand as you blink up at him slowly.

“Mm?” He tilts his head, tucking a stray piece of hair that’s fallen into your eyes behind your ear. “What is it, Cyar’ika?”

“C-Can you carry me to bed?” you ask, doing your best to make your expression as pleading and as irresistible as possible as you reach up your arms for him.

“Oh, Mesh’la.”

His breath escapes him in a slow, amused sigh before his expression breaks out into a grin and he reaches down for you, hoisting you up and adjusting to hold you comfortably and securely within his arms. You feel his lips press a kiss to the top of your head, arms keeping you nestled close to a warm, strong chest as he moves, his footsteps light and soft against the floor as he quietly begins to vacate the room. 

When he next speaks, his voice is warm, wry with amusement as a quiet chuckle rumbles within his chest. You don’t have to look up, because you can hear the fond smile within his voice. Your lips curl upward in turn, pressing your cheek against where his heartbeat gently thumps, comforting and steady against your ear.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

His arms gently pull you closer, and you find your head lolling against his shoulder, your eyes fluttering closed as you contentedly snuggle against him like a tooka. His breath is warm, his lips soft as he dips his head slightly, brushing a kiss against your cheek as he takes in your features, softened and relaxed with impending sleep. 

His voice is quiet, and truthfully, he isn’t really sure if you even hear it, exhausted and on the cusp of sleep as you are. Still, he says the words anyway, wanting at least some part of you to hear and to know that it’s true whenever you might start to question or doubt.

“I’d do anything for you.”

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[beevvy]

Guys

I was thinking up some dark world forms for the lu cast and came up with some good ones plus backstory and reasons supporting my choices

I wanted to keep them all as mammals for the continuity (legends bunny and twi's wolf are both mammals) and its just easier to create limitations for myself to be more creative!

((and i tried to pick animals that existed in their original games,

But some games ( zelda I & II, I'm looking at you ) didn't really have any passive animals to choose from, so i'm following this rule only for some/most of them))

here are the results: ( warning: very long)

Twilight:

Wolf

(kinda obvious, no explanation needed)

Legend:

Pink rabbit/hare (he seems more rabbit/hare then bunny in my mind?) but i thought, what if i had to choose a realistic animal?

I think he would still be a rabbit, but an albino rabbit, his eyes red and with white fur, at least thin enough that you can notice a little pink from his skin to have a slightly visible pink-ish hue.

Time:

(ghost?) Wolf; i think being a ghost wolf after death, he probably still have the same form when he was alive too?

he never uses it in any game he's in (like Oot or Mm) other then Twilight Princess (taking place after he died)

I couldn't find any better leads or clues suggesting any other form, so I'll stick with this, maybe for a realistic animal he would be some kind of like timber wolf ( just a big kind of wolf) that is a golden/ light brown colour with white underbelly.

Hyrule:

(the idea that created this list in the first place...)

Sheep!; the sheep would have brown wool like Rulies hair, (my hc is his hair is curly, or at least wavy, like a sheep, but anyway) he's innocent and quiet like a sheep, and the main selling point: the blood of a lamb. Lambs blood was often used in (very) olden times, on an altor as offerings to God.

(also link in these games was originally religious ( specifically Christian), and the lamb is a religious symbol( Christian at least))

Hyrules blood is sought after by Ganons underlings as a way to resurrect Ganon, using hyrules blood as an offering / way to resurrect ganon, the reincarnation of a god, in a ceremony on an altor.

Wind:

Winds animal was a harder one to choose because there arent much mammals in his games, other than the ones you dont see but are mentioned or hinted at existing still even after the great flood.

Cats, think about it, he makes those cat meowing noises when hes stalking that girl at night in Wind Waker., so they must exist for him to know what meowing is ( there might actually already be a cat in one of his games but i never played phantom hourglass (😭) and haven't seen any in my playthroughs of Wind Waker)

Supporting facts to back up my reasoning: He was taking a nap during the day, even if it was his birthday. Big black eyes that are vaguely cat-like, and just the generally goofy feeling i get from him in-game and especially LU. ( HES SO SILLY AND CUTE AND AAA-)

Wild:

Highland Fox; sometimes people chose a deer for his dark world animal form, while i think it fits, i wanted his form to have more resemblance to Wolfie (who is in Botw, as a companion) sort of a cool representation of his mentor/guide?

Foxes and distinct enough but also close enough to fit the bill of 'close enough' (and foxes are more on the dog/wolf side than cat side, apparently)

Also, highland foxes exist in Botw + Totk, and the bright orange of their fur is similar to Wilds blonde hair, in its bright, almost unnatural boldness, opposite the lush green of the landscape.

Warriors:

Lion; fights in groups, lion mane is like his blue scarf, golden fur is like his hair, you know that like personified stereotype that lions are egotistical and self centeredness? reminded me of him.

sorry for the short answer, i don't know much about Wars, never played *any* of his games (😭😭😭) so I'm just going of LU, and the majority of what people portray him as in the fandom ( I DON'T OWN ANY OF HIS GAMES NOOO-)

Sky:

Remlet; Sky seems to like them, their native to his home, Skyloft, and they nap all day. They are cute and cheerful, and when their angry, they can be vicious and frightening, like Sky.

Realistic animal: Siamese, they share lots of similarities with remlets, their light brown and dark chocolate fur match and the bright round eyes are identical to a remlets.

Four:

i would've chosen Picori, but thats not really an animal, thats a whole race of small centient beings! so I'll have to go with a chipmunk.

Small, lives in forestry, multiple different colours, has a tail like minish, dexterous small hands good for holding things, smart, agile, and similar in shape to Minish.

woah. just let my acoustic ahh ramble for a second there.

[faeireinthehumanworld]

My Thoughts on Revenge of the Sith

why did I think this was a good idea

But in all seriousness, I finished the movie, here are my thoughts:

If I had any editing capacity I would make a video titled "Elevator Wars" about Anakin and Obi Wan's trouble with elevators.

R2D2 does not get enough credit for anything ever.

I loved all their little quips and I wish they'd kept more of them in the movie.

Much like General Grevious, the duel with Count Dooku was shorter than I expected. I was a little disappointed by this.

Dooku deserved better.

The amount of times I told Palpatine to shut the fuck up is unreal.

Made it until Anakin and Padmé's reunion before I teared up.

Obi Wan is adorable no matter what he's doing.

The first third of this felt like an episode of the Clone Wars.

I really wish Ahsoka was in this.

Not saying I would murder children about it but if I was thrust into the middle of these spy-counterspy shenanigans I would also be on the news.

Anakin needs a slap upside the head, a hug, a nap and therapy. Dear god, please someone let this man sleep.

Padmé is slaying with her outfits, as usual.

Kashyyk (no idea if I spelled that right) is seriously the coolest planet we've seen yet. I really wish we got more time there to explore.

Luminara sighting!

The Wookies are awesome. I'd watch an entire three-season series about them.

Spent the entire middle third of the movie alternately going, "Anakin. Anakin, no. No, don't, no-- goddamitt" and "Throw him out the window. Just throw him out the window, it's right there. Stab him in the head." (about Palpatine)

Anakin was three inches from stabbing him and he just had to open his mouth.

The entire fight with General Grevious was wild. The only reason it took so long was because Grevious is a coward and can't use one lightsaber like a normal person.

Side note: Love Obi Wan's lizard friend.

I wish there was more about the clones in this movie, there's no explanation whatsoever. They deserved better.

I can't help but love the Jedi Temple March, even though it's the backing track for atrocities.

Was basically yelling at Mace and Kit to get out of there the entire time.

It was Master Plo's death that finally got me to cry. I was misting up before, but that triggered the tears.

Oh, seeing Aayla was harder than I thought it would be.

I didn't realize until I actually watched it that all the younglings ran to the Council chamber. They were looking for the council members to protect them. I'm going to start crying again just typing this.

One of the saddest things I've ever heard came up again while watching this. The reason that R2D2 never stays put when Luke tells him to in the OT is because on Mustafar, Anakin told him to stay with the ship. And Anakin never came back.

The one action of Darth Vader's I agree with is killing Nute Gunray. That man is infuriating.

I spent a surprising amount of this movie worried for Master Yoda. Like yes, I know he lives, but he's so small, and old, and I wish I could help.

The duel between him and Palpatine was actually wild.

The fact that Duel of the Fates was playing in the background the entire time was just... not okay.

The fight between Obi Wan and Anakin lived up to expectations. I appreciate that there weren't as many cuts as there could have been. On a technical level it's very impressive.

On an emotional level I think I just felt the death of my soul.

The last third or so is kind of a blur. I just remember emotional trauma and alternating between tears and a kind of aching numbness.

Why was it the japor snippet that killed me

I wish they'd gone with the idea that Padmé started the Rebellion. I am glad she got to name the twins before she died.

Didn't expect to care about Bail as much as I suddenly do.

The fact that they ended on that Tattooine sunset somehow hurt worse.

A random thought I had: The cinematography in this movie is absolutely insane. Pretty much every shot is beyond gorgeous.

Final verdict: It was about as bad as I thought it would be. That is, it was horrible, and I cried, but it wasn't too much worse than the other recountings of the story I've watched. Maybe it was because I watched it during the day, but I'll be fine, I think. If nothing else, it's given me far more motivation to finish my fix-it fic.