#f/o writing

[indigohoneypot]

okay but to my self shippers with f/os who are tough, strong, and hardened—

imagine babying your f/o <3 and them absolutely melting and loving it. maybe they’re more reserved, maybe work makes them closed off or scary or tough…just imagine the way that they melt when they’re the little spoon, when you call them a sweet term of endearment.

maybe they’ve never been spoiled like this before, never been loved gently the way that you love them. i can’t imagine the relief they feel when they can be soft with you and only you.

your f/o must love the way you make them feel like an angel and the most precious thing in the world !!

[harvest-selfshipping]

love languages!

your f/o’s take your love languages into account my source is that they came to me in a dream!!

for example, if your love language is physical touch, they will be so affectionate with you!! (even if they’re reserved/not very touchy) they’ll give you hugs from behind, have their hand on your thigh when you sit, and kiss you in public so that everyone knows you are theirs!! going to sleep always ends up with snuggles <3

quality time likers— your f/o has got you covered!! they are already planning fun places for you guys to go and things for you to see. they’ll always make sure that they set aside time for you, and would never cancel any plans. sometimes you guys will go to the most fun amusement park ever and sometimes you’ll spend a cozy night together watching movies. they adore it either way <3

if you need words of affirmation, your f/o knows just how to show you love! they’ll write you love letters, their handwriting so utterly them while they confess their love for you. don’t be afraid to ask for reassurance, either! they will wash away any bit of worry you have. also, expect compliments— whether that be in person, a message, or written onto a sticky note, taped onto the bathroom mirror <3

acts of service is absolutely something your f/o will do for you. they understand that some days, it’s nice to come home to the dishes washed, and the floor sweeped. if you need help with any of your chores, they’ll be more than happy to lighten your load! it can be endearing to make inside jokes while you two fold the laundry, or reminisce about a sweet memory while they cook dinner. they never want you to feel bad when they help you, because you help them just as much <3

if your love language is giving gifts, your f/o definitely will take note of it! (they spoil you, shhh). they notice the item you lingered on just a bit too long in the store. they spend time picking out a gift that feels just right for you. and expect to come home to little trinkets they found/flowers they picked outside, because— “it reminded me of you!” <3

-Mod Autumn 🍂

[starryseafo4m]

Imagine your f/o lying in bed, tiredness paralysing them to the core, it's just one of those frustrating nights where they simply can't sleep regardless of how tired they are. But one of the things that always seem to fix their mood is thinking of you, how you look, your pretty eyes, the way you talk to them, how you always seem to know how to make things better. A tired exhale leaves their body as now they can feel themselves breathing easier and how their headache is slowing disappearing. To them you are like a soft lullaby that calms them down and let's them rest, and they appreciate that more than anything even if you are far away or right beside them<3

{Can be interpreted as romantic or platonic!!}

Proship, comship, darkship DNI!!!

[sincerely-your-fo]

Howdy! Have a birthday coming up and want your family member to wish you a happy birthday?

What about a desire to receive a valentine's day confession from your crush or a romantic letter from your significant other to celebrate?

How about a simple slice of life letter from your best friend telling you what they've been up to and what fun things they'd like to do with you next time you see each other?

Want to read how proud and happy your parent is to call you their child?

Then you've come to the right place ♡

Electronic

● $3 USD per letter

● guaranteed 4 paragraphs minimum

● can easily be a birthday/holiday gift for a beloved mutual via you giving me the username of who you want me to send a letter to + their f/o's information or just buy a letter and send me to your buddy's DMs :)!

● will always be sent via anon (if anon is allowed) with my handle @sincerely-your-fo attached in small letters at the bottom like so: @sincerely-your-fo

Physical

● $13 USD per letter

● guaranteed 3 paragraphs minimum ($5 per additonal paragraph)

● comes with the electronic copy sent to your askbox so you may have it there too (it will likewise bear the mark '@sincerely-your-fo' in the bottom corner)

●*can easily be a birthday/holiday gift for a beloved mutual via me sending the envelope containing the f/o envelope to you so you can then send it to your friend or you provide me with your friend's mailing information; whichever is more comfortable :)!

● will be sent in a second envelope to add protection to envelope containing letter

Customizable:

-wax color(s) & wax stamp

-envelope

Available upon request:

-flower petals

-perfume/cologne spritz

-star confetti

-washi tape

-miniature framed artwork

Additional notes:

-will do NSFW thirst writing for adult clients requesting a letter from a canonically adult character (ergo, a character that is NOT aged up by the client).

-I will need links to webpages / docs regarding the character I am writing for so please have that on hand or be ready to make one once I contact you :)!

- I have and will exercise the right to politely refuse a commission request if I am uncomfortable with the topic given to me to write or the character the client wants me to write for.

Important Qs & As

1. How to request a letter:

Please contact via sending an Ask and I will DM you.

2. How & when to pay for a letter:

Payment is required upfront and can be paid through PayPal or Zelle.

3. Which Fandoms do you write letters for?

I do not focus on Fandom but instead on individual case by cases instances when given a character to focus on; part of the process of writing the letter is me asking questions and getting webpages to refer to the character's personality.

4. Do you write for OCs?

Yes I absolutely do! Please be ready to answer lots of questions/have a doc on hand to describe your OC so I may be a good scribe for them :)

5. Do you have any references of already written works to browse?

Indeed I do! Please turn to this post to be able to view what I have done so far ♡

6. Do you ship internationally?

Yes I do! I am based in America (for now) and indeed am open to shipping physical letters internationally.

Please tell your friends / tell your mutuals ♡

[everynya]

drifting wish in the ocean waves. 💒

Kanata Shinkai X Swanee/Twinbee

(a short writing for @newdaybreak on their wedding day, congrats! he goes glub glub…)

Kanata Shinkai has never desired anything before, at least he never could recognize the sentiment. Never wishing, never dreaming. A wandering star, adrift in a sea overflowing with sparks of hope. Though he drifts in these waves, they don’t push or pull him. Rather, they envelop him slowly into a calming song of sirens.

Admiring the seashell he cradled between his fingers, he can’t find it within himself to put it down. Seashells, the eyes of the ocean that gazed upon him as he sat on a small rock on the beach. He relished in the way it healed him, soothed his heart into a soft melody that resembled the bells of a chapel.

His eyes, that of the colors of strands of seaweed, caught in a net that was the gaze of the pearl of his sea. He smiled gently in her direction, offering her the same shell he’d been tracing his fingers across. The setting sun that shimmered across his face shed a glow on it, making that same seashell a pleasant treasure of the sands.

Kanata paused before he gifted it to her, bringing it close to him to plant a careful kiss upon its hard surface. His lips grazed the seashell with the same gentleness he had kissed the bride at his side, perhaps a testament of his love. It could possibly be a wish to place his heart upon her hands, not that he’d ever had any kind of wish of his own but maybe his heart yearned for such a thing. He properly set it upon her fingers.

“I’m very ‘happy’to find that the ‘sea’ gave us many ‘gifts’ on this day. Do you agree, angelfish?” He mumbled gently in reference to what he’d handed her that he’d scavenged from the sand, his voice holding a serenity that mirrored his expression. He watched her nod, content it was mutual.

The sea breeze, ever present as it flowed through their hair, brought a gentleness that Kanata could understand. Did he truly need to understand being human, if he understood that love? The thought made him move to rest his head upon her lap, looking up at her as she looked back.

There were many things he could not grasp, but the ocean that pooled at his feet in this moment as he hydrated his skin was one of the things he could. The love he felt swell in his soul, he could hold onto it. The marine oysters that held stunning pearls, he felt like that. He felt like he was holding a pearl, one that shone with grace and beauty, at his side.

He hummed softly to himself, the tips of his fingers moving to brush pink strands out of his wife’s face. Does he get this serenity forever? Does he get to gently bask in her warmth for eternity? Maybe not, but he’d try to dream of it. Try to wish for it. He’d try to not drift, but to swim. Kanata could always learn after all, he wasn’t alone in this never-ending ocean of the world.

[labselkie]

hey that new episode right

not going into detail on how they got out. dooont care. marie’s finally coming to accept her,, she’s getting a bit more mischievous but trust me she’s still an angel. it’s sorta cheesy that so much of marie’s personality can be defined by just her love for agatha, but i think that adds a bit more for when the witch actually has to decide between her evil ex or a worshipper. bird with heart eyes who only thinks of how she can fix her gf /lh

apologies again if marie seems childish. she’s really not i promise,, she’s pretty smart and not totally blinded by love, just a bit screwed by the circumstances (at least right now.) she’s been thru a lot, she’s strong when she needs to be and is def emotionally intelligent. agatha goes to her for solace, and she goes to agatha. they’re each other’s best choice

“Agatha!” A shaky voice called out as its source breached the mud’s surface. Marie gasped when her wings broke out of the ground, and they flop back down with a painful slap. She claws at the ground, fingers barely reaching the thick roots of a nearby tree. A sharp breath can be heard beside her, and she flounders to regain her bearings.

“Agatha! My hand-“ She stammers, holding out her left hand as her right grasps for anything outside the pit. The witch lets out a pained groan before actually grabbing on without any hesitation. Marie’s wings are drenched, and act as dead weight whenever they’re not trying to push into the mud like snowshoes.

Once she’s almost out, just barely held back by the mud at her thighs, she pulls Agatha harder. All her strength is going into saving a madwoman, and she couldn’t even think as to why.

But it works, Agatha climbs out, caked in mud, and Annamarie does shortly after. Agatha stays on her knees, groaning angrily as she tears off her heavy jacket. Marie just lies on the ground for a moment before weakly starting to wipe the mud from her wings.

“God, that stupid-“ Agatha mumbles, shakily rising to her feet and wiping dirt from her face. “Ugh!”

Marie, knowing that she doesn’t have the time to preen, quickly gets up after. Her movements are shaky from the exertion, and her wings are quite limp. Simultaneously, both women pause, a hand flying up to their collars as they check for their amulets. A crystal and a locket, all accounted for.

“Honey..?” The mutant chirps. She steps a bit closer to Agatha once the witch turns, and shakes her wings like a wet dog. “You’re ok-“ She practically scurries up, putting a hand on Agatha’s shoulder as she circles to her front. For the first time, Agatha doesn’t shy away; she just stares when Marie brushes mud-caked hair out of her face.

The side of her mouth twitches, a hint of confusion ghosting over her face. Then, she smiles; it’s a sharp grin, one that’s accompanied by the start of a small laugh. She leans her head forward, chuckling as she takes in the disheveled state they’re both in. She brings her right hand up, gently moving Marie’s hand before brushing the mutant’s bangs back. Flashes of magic flicker between her fingers with each movement, and the sight makes her laugh even more. Annamarie slowly brings both hands back, but she’s quickly stopped by Agatha grasping both of her wrists.

“I’ve got it back, Anna!” The witch says quickly under her breath. She shakes her wrists, making direct eye contact as she pushes aside the fact that they’re a mess. Marie’s eyes widen just as Agatha continues, “We’re back, birdie!” The laughing practically grows to a cackle.

Agatha takes a fast step back, pulling Marie along in a flurry of mud and wet feathers. She pulls the mutant to the side, spinning with her as she laughs. In their quick bout of excitement, Marie smiles too. She’s a bit more nervous, as usual, but she even laughs along.

“You’re back!”

Agatha is the one to stop their twirling, she nearly trips on the branch they used to crawl out, but she’s still happy. Somehow. Marie’s brows furrow, and she can’t help but add:

“You’re sure that the Road will bring her back, right..?”

Agatha gives a small scoff and rolls her eyes, she’s got what she wanted, but she’ll still humor her girl. “Of course, nothing would pass up the opportunity to torment me…” She pauses, glancing over Marie’s shoulder to a tall figure surrounded in an ominous blue aura further down the road. “Maybe little Billy has an idea.”

So, she sets off to confront him, Marie on her tail. The mutant does a little skip once, but she’s can’t get a strange feeling of dread out of her mind- Nor the mud between her feathers.

[maoisarap]

Happy three years, Mao!! ♡ Ilysm!

(It's midnight here. So...)

🍭

"Mao~ are we there yet? My feet are starting to hurt, and we've been walking for ages now!" Rumi groans as they slouch over.

"Almost, Ru, almost! Just a few more minutes, alright? I promise you!"

"You've said that five times over already...!"

"I... I mean it this time, I swear!" Mao stutters.

Another whine comes from the greenette.

Today, it was Mao's turn to pick an idea for a date between him and Rumi, and today was a surprise one, especially because today was the third year anniversary of the two being together. It made Mao happy knowing that he's been with his other half for a long while, and he hopes that he gets to cherish them more every day in the future. Without Rumi, he couldn't see a visioned future. Without Rumi, a future meant nothing to him.

"Okay, here we are! See~?" The two finally stop walking up the long and steep hill. No more were there sharp rocks digging into Rumi's feet and grass grazing at their legs as the two followed a dirt pathway upwards.

"Woah..." Rumi exhales softly. "It's so pretty up here!" They fasten their walk and move forward towards a white painted gazebo that sits at the top of the very hill. Down on the other side was an edge to a cliff that hung over the vast and wide ocean.

The sun shined all its glory down onto the salt water, creases of sparkles dance in the calm and smooth waves.

A gentle breeze swipes through the air, caressing Rumi and Mao as the two enter the gazebo at last. Mao places the bag that he had on his back onto one of the three benches, and watches softly as Rumi leaned over the fencing, their focus painted onto the ocean that sings beautifully in tune of the breeze.

"How did you find out about this place? It's so nice up here!" They turn to look over their left shoulder, twisting their body around a small bit to see Mao slowly walking up to their side.

"It's a bit of an odd story... I found out whilst I was hanging out with the rest of Trickstar. Subaru decided that it'd be... 'cool'... to let Daikichi off his lead, which, in short words, led all of us to looking for Daikichi when we were near the bottom of this hill after he ran off — we all split up to look for him. I decided to climb this hill and I found him taking a rest on these benches here!"

Rumi sweatdrops metaphorically at hearing Mao's story of reasons. "Subaru never learns with that puppy, huh..."

"Nope~" Mao laughs lightly.

"Either way," Rumi leans towards Mao's side, their head resting on his shoulder as they still balance themselves by keeping their hands gripped to the white top surface of the surrounded fencing, "it's still so beautiful. Thank you for this."

"Of course!" Mao twists around and plants a kiss to the top of Rumi's head, close to the crown area. "I'd do anything for you, because I love you...

Mao wraps one hand around Rumi's waist, bringing them ever so closer, comfortably into himself as the two faced forward and watched the calming ocean.

"...Happy three years, my love."

[espresso-ships]

Home - Varganardi oneshot

Words: 1K Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort. Cuss words, slight injury & mention of blood Summary: Just Laura comforting Nacho <3 Pr0ships DNI!

He kicks off his shoes, his heart heavy with anxiety, and his head, and shoulder, pulsating with pain. The TV is on. Is she really up at this time…? Guilt creeps up, realizing she’s been up. Waiting for him to get home. And here he is, bruised up, sore and exhausted. He limps into the living room to find her, his beloved Laura, asleep under a blanket, with a documentary playing on the tv. He wants to walk up to her, hold her in his arms and seek comfort in her warm embrace. 

Instead, he sneaks - at least tries to limp quietly - to the kitchen. He opens the fridge, which is almost empty. He takes out a beer, the freezing bottle feeling good against his sweaty palms. He puts it against the bruise on his face, and hisses at the pain but then sighs in relief, when the coldness numbs the pain. It has the same effect on the bruise on his shoulder. If only it worked for feelings too. He scoffs at the thought. How bitter he sounds. 

“Nacho?” 

Shit! He turns around quickly, as if paranoid it's someone else. But of course, it’s only Laura. Laura… She looks tired, but as soon as she sees the look on his face, she looks more awake, concerned. Shit. He fights the impulse to throw the bottle away. Instead, he removes it from his skin slowly, giving his girlfriend a sheepish smile. The glare he receives says: I’m not dumb. He sighs. She’s seen the bruises, of course. She’s too observant, too worried about him. Too damn stubborn. That’s what I love about her, though. 

“Hey… You awake?”

No reply. The ticking from the clock on the wall is almost a relief, because at least it’s not completely silent. Usually, he and Laura have a comfortable silence. They don’t always need, nor want to talk. They don’t need background noise either, just the company of each other. 

This is different. She crosses her arms and looks him up and down. His shoulders slumps down, and he barely notices his girlfriend's absence. He blinks his eyes and stares at the closed fridge in an attempt to lose track of time. That’s when Laura returns, but this time carrying a bottle of wound cleanser, cotton pads and band-aids. Noticing how zoned out her boyfriend looks, she takes his arm, guiding him to sit down in a chair. He almost whines when he bends his hurt leg to sit down, almost. But then yet again, Laura notices his tiny grimace. Damn it, Laura. 

“I’m fine.”

“No. You’re not.”

He doesn’t even protest when she sits on the chair next to him, and carefully helps him off with the shirt, so she can inspect his bruises. 

He can see the thousands of emotions on her face - confusion, anxiety and worry, anger, and then… She swallows hard to hide the emotions from seeing him like this. Her beloved boyfriend, exhausted and wounded next to her. She hates it, and hates his work, hates to know that she could lose him, just like that. She blinks her eyes. Not now, not now. She tells herself. 

But she’s not the only observant one. Nacho sees the pain in her face, and it kills him. 

“This will sting for a bit.” she wets the cotton pad with a solution that makes him crinkle his nose. He flinches as she puts it against his skin, dabbing at the sore skin of his shoulder, and then the face. His eyes tears up at the discomfort, but her presence, and the gentle touch, makes it feel ok. She mumbles apologies, but continues the work.

“What happened?”

“Laura…”

“Nacho.” 

I give up. He thinks. But he tells her about what happened. He tells her about work today, and everything that messed up. As he talks, she reacts to his words, but never interrupts. If it’s one person he trusts, it’s her. She’s concerned, of course, but never too judging. She hates the fact Nacho is in the cartel, but knows how difficult it is to leave. She’s stayed by his side all this time, even before they started dating. Always on his side. After some minutes the wounds are treated and his face and shoulder is covered in bandaids. I probably look ridiculous. She’s thought of everything, and he even has a bag of frozen beans against his leg, which still hurts.

All of this, for him. 

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” he whispers. Laura looks at him, her soft green eyes meeting his dark brown eyes. The pain in his voice is reflected in her eyes. They both feel it. 

“Stop it.” 

“I…”

“Stop. I mean it.” She walks into the bedroom and returns to the kitchen with a new shirt for Nacho. After helping him put it on, she walks him to the couch. She’s about to leave again to go get him something, but the urge to feel her close is too overwhelming. She protests as Nacho pulls her down next to him, wrapping his strong arms around her. He just holds her like that, and she hugs him back. Laura moves her hand over his head and shoulders, in a soothing way, and Nacho melts into her touch. He inhales her shampoo and the scent, her scent, of lavender and peppermint. It smells like home. She is his home. He holds her, and wishes to never let go. 

“I love you.” Nacho mumbles, his voice hoarse with emotions. 

“I love you.” her voice too is full of emotions, and shaky. 

For the first time in what feels like forever, he allows himself to be vulnerable. His eyes burn with tears, but he doesn’t hold back. Nacho knows he doesn’t have to. Not now, not with Laura. 

“Let it out, Iggy.” she whispers. And he lets it all out. “It’ll be ok.” 

He actually believes it. 

“Stay. Don’t ever leave me.”

“Never, amore. I’m right here.” Laura’s voice is full of determination. “You’ll be ok.” 

Her words, her touch, and the reassurance is all he needs right now. He knows that whatever he faces, Laura will be by his side. 

Home. 

She is his home.

It's angst o'clock YAYYY

Been working on this one for a while, but GUYS!!!

I'm finally out of my creative block and my motivation AND inspiration to write is coming back!!! 😭💕

Here's a little Varganardi hurt/comfort :3

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[f-o-and-selfship-club]

Flicky arrives at a graveyard during the night. She walks around and sees many graves of the people who died. But there she walks to a grave with one that she hadn't seen of. She got closer to it and sees its name carved on the top "Jim... Craddock!" She red through the writing. By her encounters as Lunar Rabbit alongside with Batman. She knew what Jim does back when he was alive, by draining souls of innocent people. But now he is dead.

Still looking by his grave. A white figure emerges to where her shadow is and levitates himself behind her. Her body turns around by the white figure levitating, which makes her surprise that it is the ghost of Jim Craddock AKA Gentleman Ghost.

"Good evening my dearest!" The figure adjusts his monocle by his invisible face. "Craddock?!" Flicky said in surprise. "Gentleman Jim Craddock, my dear." The ghost replied, as he bowed to the jackalope, tipping his white top hat to her.

"And so, what brings this dear lady like yourself over to the cemetery?" The ghost asked her, placing his finger to her chin, tilting it to face his invisible face. "Well... I came across yours Gentleman Craddock." Flicky said, her two of her index fingers together, indicating herself shyly. "Ah, I see yes– My grave isn't useful to me for now, as i have now gained an another chance of living." "Another chance of living? You mean..." her eyes then widen in shock. "No... you don't mean—" "Oh, why yes I mean, my lady~ But we won't discuss anything for now." He gripped on his white cane, topped with a white skull on it, right as he lands his feet first on the ground while having his finger held onto the girl's chin.

"Hmm, quite the charm indeed my dear. May I kindly ask for your name, on who those living souls give you dear lady?" Gentleman Ghost asked, moving his finger to her cheek, tracing small circles by his gentle touch for a ghostly villain such as himself. "Flick–FlickyNight! But I mostly preferred to be known as Flicky!" She answered. "FlickyNight. Quite a pretty name for a pretty lady like yourself." He then caresses her cheek with the back of his gloved hand.

"Your hands are... pretty warm." Flicky felt his hand caressing her cheek, she realized something of Craddock, that he seems to be quite... charismatic when it comes to women. She looks at him up and down of his white figure. "My, your hair~ Almost pearly white as myself~" Gentleman Ghost's hand is up to her white hair, stroking it gently. The warm feeling of his hand to her hair goes back down to the left side of her cheek, caressing it more with his warm hand.

Flicky's cheeks flush into light red, then rubbing it with her index finger. "Oh FlickyNight, my dear~" Craddock adjusts his monocle attached to his non visible face, as he gets closer to hers. "Flustered, I wonder?" He asked curiously. The lady went silent due to getting herself flustered by the gentleman. "Oh my dear, come, come now~" Gentleman Ghost's tone was gentle with sweetness through it, then coming more close to her ear "Your reddened face is going to get more blush once I have your soul in my hands~ And there you would be... forever~" He whispered with his charisma and his charm, holding his arm around hers.

But then the day didn't go much, as a raindrop hits her head, she let out a small 'huh' and looks at up at the sky, so did the ghost. More raindrops drip down from the sky, right now it has start to rain in the cemetery. "I don't like when days like that manage to get rain." She responded. The rain didn't cover Gentleman Ghost since he is what he is now... a ghost. He sees her shivering by the rain. "Tut, tut my dear~ Shivering in this weather? Don't you worry." As Craddock wrapped his arm to her chest, walking themselves out of the cemetery.

As they got out, Craddock lets go of her chest and places a kiss on her hand, despite not having a face. "Well, for now I must return out of this living world, my dear. I shall await for your lovely face next time~ Cheerio–" Gentleman Ghost phases his body down through the door, tipping his hat to the lady as he goes down. "Wait, Gentleman! Craddock!" The lady was too late as he is gone back to where he is, she was shocked and confused that she didn't manage to get an another chance to speak to him when he leaves to... wherever he is gone to now

[boylyafton]

HELLO SELFSHIPP COMMUNITY! I NEED SOME HELP n_n

This cute guy name is Jeremy Fitzgerald from the webcomic blueycapsules! I love him a lot and I self shipp with him since 2022 before the comic got (unfortunately) cancelled. Since it’s a webcomic he doesn’t have any merch at all, so I’m planning to do it myself. Any ideas if I don’t have too much money? :3

[ofairandbeauteousone]

requests are open

i do guilty gear headcanons, drabbles, and conversational shenanigans. i try not to be long. feel free to ask me anything.

no nsfw or inappropriate stuff overall

i will write absolutely any sort of character no matter their gender race traits or sexuality. the only thing that matters is AGE. if they’re a minor i will NOT do them. if they have an unknown age but they look like a minor i will ALSO not do them

minimum 1 character per request, maximum 3 characters per request. this is so i don’t get overwhelmed

expect me to write characters somewhat OOC

i always try to write these with a gender neutral reader but please do tell me if you want a different perspective on life

i might not respond to asks straightaway. this could be for multiple different reasons but if that happens you should at least Stay Tuned

also on that note i may also decline asks if they’re not my type. please respect that!

here's a masterlist of all my current works

[indigohoneypot]

a perfect fall day with your f/o (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

the cold weather always makes me a little warm and sentimental~ ...just imagine how it makes your f/o feel!!

the two of you wake up close together, not exactly cuddling but close enough to steal some of your partner's body heat. some warm giggles in the soft bed, a few forehead kisses to start the day. the two of you chat over breakfast together before putting on your fall attire to head out for the day. are you wearing flannel? did you steal it from your f/o? i bet they commented how you wear it better than them, but sarcastically complained about you taking more of their clothes.

what about your activities? apple picking, maybe pumpkin picking? your partner talks about all the ways to carve the pumpkin, different designs to do, when to do it. if you're apple picking, maybe your partner is putting you on their shoulder to reach the ones at the top of the trees. that's where they're the best, anyways. or so they say. maybe you're the one lifting them. they're holding onto the sides of your head and pleading through giggles not to drop them.

let's finish your outing with a warm drink; a cider, cup of coffee or tea, maybe a hot cocoa. you take a sip of your partner's while they try yours. you mull over a movie to watch to wind down for the night. is it a comforting fall romcom? or maybe it's a horror thriller? it won't matter, as the outcome is the same. you'll fall asleep on the couch, holding onto one another, cuddled under a soft blanket. what a perfect day ♡

[harvest-selfshipping]

hurt/comfort imagines <3

Imagine your f/o noticing the exact moment something’s the matter. They notice when your face pales, when your eyes water, or when you’re quieter than you were. They’ll take you away from any situation needed— and they won’t hesitate.

Imagine your f/o holding you while you’re sad. They’ll pull you into their chest, gentle enough to comfort you but tight enough that you know they’re not letting go. Maybe they’d ask you to match their breathing, breathe in as their chest rises and out as it falls.

Imagine your f/o talking you through it. Listening to what you have to say and promising that no matter what, it will be okay, and they will not leave your side for anything. They’ll even offer advice— gently, if needed— but if you just need someone to listen, they will absolutely do that, too.

They love you. They don’t think that your problems are dumb, or dramatic. Your feelings and valid and they will always listen to you <3

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Violent Psychopath + Abnormal Psychologist = Loving Relationship?

CHAPTER 1: FIRST ENCOUNTERS

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Fandom: CBS MacGyver (2016 reboot)

Pairing: Murdoc x Emmett Becker (fan character)

CW: uhh none? I think? Lemme know if anyone sees anything that should be tagged!!/gen

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“Damn, poor Emmett’s ‘bouta get eaten alive in there!” came the very encouraging remark from Jack Dalton, a fairly new coworker of Dr. Emmett Becker.

Or rather, Dr. Becker was the new coworker to Jack, really, having only been working at the Phoenix Foundation for a month or so. It was, as usual, Angus MacGyver who served as the social glue that held their little friend/colleague group together, and it was Mac who had recommended Emmett be picked up by the Foundation to work there as their resident psychology expert.

In the short time that Emmett had been working at the Phoenix Foundation, they had found quite quickly that most situations escalated very fast here. One such situation was probably a week ago, during which a highly trained and very lethal assassin, dubbed by intelligence Suspect 218- and later revealed to have adopted the name Murdoc- had been sent to kill MacGyver and the rest of the crew, including Riley Davis, Jack Dalton and even Director Patricia Thornton.

It was a team effort of course, but the crew were more than willing to admit that Emmett’s astonishing psychological expertise as well as their highly attuned empathy may very well have helped save their lives by allowing them to get inside of Murdoc’s head and get him arrested.

Now, standing inside of one of the nation’s most secure supermax prisons, before a steel door, Emmett would soon have to face the man who almost killed four of their closest friends and colleagues.

They were here to glean further information of Murdoc on a number of things from his past kills to any associates still out in the field. He was a veritable treasure trove of information and Emmett knew that.

It didn’t make it any easier or less terrifying to step through the door as it clicked to unlock and the guards swung it open.

As Emmett stepped through and into the small room, they instinctively and very immediately noticed everything about it: the gray concrete walls, the stark and harsh lighting coming from the light fixture above the steel table in the center of the room. And sitting at that table was Murdoc.

“Well, well, well” he started in what Emmett couldn’t tell was a delighted or mocking tone; maybe it was both, “What kind of little present has been sent to me now and perhaps more importantly, by whom?”

“Hello Mister Murdoc, I’m Dr. Emmett Becker. I’m a psychologist with the Phoenix Foundation. I’ve been assigned to your case. Or rather, I was assigned to your case when you tried to kill my colleagues. Let’s talk about that, shall we?”

Murdoc looked down at the table, chuckling a bit before raising his head again to meet Emmett’s eyes. They looked at the wall behind him, not wanting to make eye contact with him.

“Hello, Dr. Emmett Becker!” he said, chipperly, artificially, and a little more loudly than necessary, “As you well know already, I am Murdoc. We can dispense with the formalities on my end, Doc, it's just Murdoc, no ‘mister’ necessary, mhm’kay?”

He paused after that, making a show of openly eyeing Emmett up and down from where they were sitting across from him. “Say, you really don’t look like a Phoenix agent… or really, any type of intelligence operative… you’re new aren’t you?”

He smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

Emmett notices. They can see it in his body language, hear it in the languid voice he uses, this man really is a predator.

They respond in kind, giving up just enough information to gain some trust and repertoire with Murdoc.

“Alright Murdoc, you got me, I am indeed new to working at the Phoenix Foundation. And yes, I’m also new to the intelligence world in general. But, I assure you, I am qualified; psychology undergrad at UCLA, graduate and doctoral degree in abnormal psychology at Stanford, multiple years of research in academia at-”

Murdoc cut them off saying, “impressive, impressive.. Very impressive… but, Emmett- may I call you Emmett?- but what exactly makes you think you have any chance at all to get me to cooperate? Seeing as all of the previous therapists, psychiatrists and psychologists in my life have failed, of course. They were all wildly intelligent too, just like you. And I killed every last one of them.” he smiles darkly, “What is it that makes you believe you’re special?”

Emmett blinked owlishly at Murdoc before answering simply, “I don’t. I don’t think I am much of anything special. But I think you are. I think there are things worth hearing, worth learning trapped in your head. I’m just here to do that, just listen, listen and learn, Murdoc. Is that alright with you?”

Murdoc looked a little taken aback at Emmett’s honesty, genuinely surprised at how forthcoming they were being. Most professionals in their field were lying, cheating, backstabbing assholes that were master manipulators. In fact, one of Murdoc’s interests was in psychology for that very reason. They were exploitative tricksters. And yet, this one was so very unlike the others, so … charmingly candid.

Murdoc looked contemplative for a moment, the malice present there in his eyes before, now fading. He gazed at Emmett thoughtfully before speaking in a soft voice, “You…really mean that don’t you?”

Emmett simply nodded in response. They weren’t entirely sure what to make of Murdoc’s apparent change in demeanor yet but he quickly confirmed what they were guessing.

“Perhaps we will be having some more little chats in the future…but for now, I’m tired and want to take a nap, go on, run along now Doc, can’t wait for our next little conversation…”

Something about the way Murdoc had said it; it reeked of sarcasm, and yet, Emmett could tell some part of him was being sincere, he actually was looking forward to talking again. And that, that was something Emmett could leverage.

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SO I’m reposting this (as of now, unfinished) series bc I posted it a looong time ago and basically I can’t find it 😭 so here it is again and for the newcomers ig!!

Next chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/selfindulgentfandomstuff/757378264425725952/violent-psychopath-abnormal-psychologist

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eternal moonlight. 🌗

Michikatsu Tsugikuni/Kokushibo X Sumiyo Tsugikuni/Sumiko/Li Fānguá

(a fic for @lovediives on his wedding day! i have a lot of things about this particular fic but i'm sure you'll notice them all on your own)

Sunlight was made to be basked in, the sun revolved around the very planet in a way where its light could forever touch down on those who wished to stand upon it. It made things grow, made children smile, it made her smile. Amongst the very cherry blossoms that the sunshine helped form, she stood under one with her hand experiencing the joy of feeling life beneath it. Her eyes flickered to the petals that flowed in harmony with the wind, they danced and sung their own melody in a way that showed that light and nature itself had found a new way to blossom together.

Sumiyo found that some things in life made it easier to appreciate this beauty. Would it last forever? Perhaps not, but sunlight never did either yet it fought till the very end. Her heart had yearned to spot a rainbow today, the suns testament to the world. It seemed that would not be the case, but it did not ever stop the tranquil smile that graced her lips.

“Sumiyo.”

Time stopped within itself, a shiver going down her spine at the sudden calling. A quiet yet stern voice summoned her attention and startled her, despite recognizing such a voice even within the depths of her dreams, turning her head to catch a sight that made her freeze where she stood.

It was an unfamiliar man with long hair, one who blessed her with a smile that caused her to almost relax. It felt so familiar, like a portrait she has held before and gazed upon with interest. The sun rested on them now too, basking a glow that made the world feel safe. He stepped forward, closing the distance between the two of them.

The way he moved was almost calculated, Sumiyo could feel the his sights on her amid the cherry blossom forest. He most likely knew that, an almost knowing look within his eyes being clear for her to witness.

“My dear bride, what troubles you?” The stranger questions softly, moving a hand to cradle Sumiyo’s face with a care that she’d never known in her entire life. Sumiyo can only stare into him, hands trembling as she tries to find the strength to move away. Her mind felt irresolute, unable to process how quickly this man had moved towards her.

A part within her desired to bask into his warmth, to feel his very soul and fingers etch deeply within her skin. And yet, another part was unfamiliar of these emotions. She could feel them somewhere in her heart, yet something about this felt wrong.

The expression on his face was patient, but he did not seem to understand her own stare. With a tilt of his head, he seemed to inspect Sumiyo and the confusion and doubt that lingered in her eyes. The woman could only grace him with the attempt to calm her heart which quickened its pace, a strange panic settling into her system.

The mysterious man lifted her chin carefully, with a gentleness that cradled her into its arms. He leaned close, his lips hovering over her face and his breath fanning her.

He kissed her cheek, and it was like she understood what was happening now.

Sumiyo reaches her hand slowly in return, touching the mans ear delicately as if to make sure it was still there.

“Michikatsu,” she utters a name she previously did not recognize, her lips moving on their own as she looks into the six eyes that consume her every movement, “Stop following me.”

A dissatisfied frown quickly settles upon Michikatsu’s lips, yet he remained merely inches away from his defensive wife.

“We will find each other again, my dear sunshine. I know where you are, you will not slip past me this time.”

To some, those words could be a loyal promise. Finding your lover in the next life was a beautiful gift, one that could prove that no force could get in between their bond. Yet, Sumiko understood this was no promise. Shackled by faith, by the selfishness of a man who could not let go of him.

He felt like he was submerged in water, like he was being pulled away by faith itself into the depths of blue that would fill his lungs with dread.

“Wake up.” Kokushibo commanded, his demon eyes eating him alive.

And with that, he plunged into the very sea of fear. He no longer knew who was drowning, whether it was Sumiyo, a woman who was left in solitude, or Sumiko, a demon slayer who was filled with resentment. It did not matter, for the same man would keep him in the water no matter how much he tried to float back up.

He awoke with a jolt, sitting upright with haste as his panicked eyes looked around the room. Sumiko attempted to calm his unsteady heartbeat, a trickling paranoia seeping from his system. It was foolish to allow something as fickle as dreams to control him.

The swirling emotions in Sumiko’s heart yearn for his blade at his grasp, for the reflection of the metal to look back upon him and somehow find something. It could be justice, possibly revenge. He was unsure of what it wanted, what could satisfy this never ending pursuit for purpose.

It could not be peace, for he didn’t find himself worthy of such. He could not exist for his own genuine desires, this cruel world infested of raw evil has proven that to him time and time again. It proved it in his stolen childhood, in the visions his mind morphs of Muichiro or any other human who has crossed paths with him curled in his arms and with a still heart. What could he desire that would not be stripped bare from him? Even life itself was but a slow sun dial, awaiting his unchangeable fate as it moved, that no wish could ever turn backwards.

Even in his dreams, he was but a pebble thrown at sea. Skipping along the water until it inevitably sank. A stone he did not throw himself, one that he could not control how far it went. When has he ever known such fickle things such as control and dreams? Could these two things even be interlinked?

As his sights drifted to the moon, he let a trembling sigh escape him. The light it brought down sang a lullaby, one that could never ease his very soul.

“I’ll make sure I kill that man. No, that thing. His eyes will never look upon me ever again.” With fists clenched harshly, he set his heart upon a desire he did not need to understand. Rage, for rage was forever blinded. He would place an eternal shackle upon that Upper Moon. One that deep down, deep in his heart, already existed as an eternal bond that he too did not understand as much as his conflicted emotions.

His memories were faint, but he had began to recall the feelings that coursed through his veins over the man who did nothing but take from him. Everything seemed to take from him. Take his life, take his thoughts, take his name.

Li Fānguá would not allow the dark of the night to consume him, the moonlight that allowed demons to roam this world.

He would not allow another’s selfish desires to overtake him ever again.