#feel free to rb this if so desired and while ur at it please show me u and ur f/o doing a cultural exchange

[bunbunsheart]

I think we should make our f/o's get familiar with our own culture, yes this is a call for everyone to draw their f/o's in their country's typical clothing, eating their country's typical dishes, learning their country's diallect etc please i wanna see more of this!

[suiana]

yo i saw ur rb && feel free to write about the renting concept!!! if u do pls tag me i’d love to see <33 😋

😻😻 rhanks genie

(yandere! rental boyfriend x gn! reader) (shitpost kinda) (concept based on this post)

you know, it's not like you were ugly, dumb or poor. in fact, you consider yourself rather attractive, smart and quite rich. but it seems that no one has noticed that which... might've been why you were single for a very long period of time.

very meaning from when you were born up until recently.

you had always desired for a relationship. wanting to experience the joys of love, the romance, the contentment you get whenever you're with that special someone.

unfortunately you never got to experience that. never. even after putting down your dignity and renting a boyfriend.

you had rented a rather pretty looking guy from this... dodgy website called 'rent-a-darling'? was that the name? it probably is. what a weird website it's called. anyways, it was basically a rental boyfriend/girlfriend website and you had absolutely struck gold with it.

perfect face, perfect body, incredibly intelligent... he was basically a work of art. and his personality wasn't half that bad either! he cracked jokes and they were entertaining enough! he made you laugh, feel better about your miserable love life...

but he just wasn't it.

so you decided to end contact with him. there was no point in continuing that rental service anyways. it's not like he'd like you back even if you fell for him.

except that was exactly what happened?? a few days after you officially ended your contact with your absolute god of a rental boyfriend, he showed up at your doorstep, panting as a lovesick look paints his beautiful features.

you were concerned to say the least. after all, you had never seen him act in such a way before. which was why you allowed him in... which led you to your current situation which was far from ideal.

"could you let me go please? my arms are sore..."

"you know, you're really cute like this."

you merely sigh in response, looking away as you grow awkward under his obsessed gaze. this has been the fifth day since he tied you up, only allowing you to leave the bed for meals and the toilet.

and in those five days he's openly admitted to be in love with you.

while it was nice and endearing to hear such words, you only wish it was from someone you actually loved back. and maybe not as crazy as this guy was.

"can you please let me go? do you want money or something? i can give it to you-"

"what i want is your love, and that cannot be bought with money."

he interjects promptly, still smiling at you with his pearly white teeth which were honestly starting to creep you out. why were they so white? why was he so objectively perfect? and why was he madly obsessed with you?

"hey can i just ask something? why are you so obsessed? like just why."

he pauses for a second, hummung contently as he shuts his eyes for a bit.

"I'm not sure why,"

his eyes open again and he continues his sentence. this time, you can't help but feel an impending sense of dread in your gut when he speaks.

"i guess i just really adore you."

he then giggles oddly, tugging at your bedsheets as his face nears yours.

"you complete me, my love."

you grimace as his face nears yours. ugh, what you wanted was that lovey dovey shit you saw on television. not whatever this was. kidnapping and constant moans of how your captor loves you.

but oh well, it is a relationship. just not the one you wanted. maybe you could learn to deal with it-

"darling! if you tell me how much you love me, block everyone else you know, leave your job, and promise to run away with me, I'll untie you! how about it?"

...yeah, you're not dealing with this. perhaps you're just not meant for love.

[unholyplumpprincess]

Sfw headcanons of hound x reader living in a cabin in the snow? What do they do to stay warm? Cook?

Okay normally I'd ask for more of a prompt but I can probs work with this. If anyone else is interested in requesting junk from me, check out my rules HERE :D

!!!Though this post is SFW, this blog is not. Feel free to like/rb this post, but plz don't follow if ur a minor!!!

Warnings: SFW, Reader is gender neutral, description of an asthma attack (brief), hints at desiring a family/a kiddo

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Talos could get freezing in the coming Autumn and Winter cycles. Bloodhound's village, as you knew very comfortably by now, always lit with bonfires in the colder months. Though, Hound's home was further away, down a beaten trail through the woods to a two story cottage that split into multiple other trails.

Hound hated the cold. You knew why, seeing how they cringed when cold touched their scars. You'd been with them through a flare up when cold air had entered their lungs, seen the panic in their eyes realizing how hard it was to breathe. Similar to an asthma attack. Thankfully you had an inhaler for them, able to hold them through it.

They liked the snow, however. Always bulking up in their gear so they could trek through it. Hunting in the snow was a hit or miss depending on what creatures of Talos would be out hunting rather than hibernating. So for the most part, it was for fun on their part- when they weren't tending to their village that is.

It's an off season from the games. Hound would be home for just a couple of months as the arenas defrosted. Your cottage is warm, the hearth roaring with flames and the distinct scent of wood. Hound is sitting up on the couch with a blanket over their lap and a book in their lap. Arthur happily perched on his stand perch behind them made of local branches.

You'd just gotten down from a shower. Your skin is warm, and you know when Hound peeks at you that they know as well. Their full lips tug into a smile at the sight of you, lifting their blanket to urge you close. But you narrow your eyes, your voice playful. "You just want to steal my heat, you popsicle."

"And," They stress the word, a smirk playing on their lips, "Enjoy your embrace. Please, my love, I would not do such a thing out of selfishness."

Physical touch. Your love language. They got you there.

You huff, feigning a big roll of your eyes and a dramatic scene as you come closer. You find yourself with their arm around you, holding you close with their cold cheek pressing to the top of your head as you shimmy closer. Your arms sneak under their sweater, your warm skin pressing to their ice cold one and hearing them hum happily.

Spoiled.

~Rest under the cut~

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Dinner time is always fit with whatever meat is from the ice cellar. A traditional way of freezing hunts that Hound's mother used in their childhood home, they had said. Fit with local grown items, foraged items (your personal favorite thing to hunt for), or fresh produce from their greenhouse.

You'd been learning how to cook their more traditional meals with them. Old home recipes. Old recipes passed down from their uncle who even had an old recipe book from their parents. From things like quallunaatitut written in their mother's handwriting to things like plokkfiskur in their father's. A small heirloom, something that made them smile whenever Hound opened it with their fingers tracing the words.

Sometimes they'll come up behind you, especially in the colder months, with their arms around you and showing you how to chop vegetables and herbs. Or how to clean meat. With their chest flush with your back.

You teased them in the past that you weren't their personal space heater. But they had merely hummed at you, kissing your shoulder that warmed in a flush and telling you they thought otherwise.

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Bedtime is possibly the hardest time. Hound dresses in sweaters and sweatpants while you opt for more revealing items due to your own heat. Not to mention all eight of the furs on the bed overheated you, but you knew Hound needed it to BE warm.

They always squeeze close to you. Their breath mingling with yours in the dark, their fingers tracing over your bare skin and making your own breath hitch. Sometimes they get cheeky. But nights like tonight, they just press a slow, soft kiss to your lips. Smiling against your mouth when you melt into them.

You gently push them, mumbling incoherently in the night, but they seem to understand. Rolling over so their back faces your chest and you can hug their petite frame from behind. Effectively squishing them to your warmth and hearing them sigh in bliss.

Domestic bliss. One day, they would find what they were looking for in those games and Odin would call them back home to you. Where you two could experience this longer than just their off seasons.

You smile softly to yourself.

And perhaps with a little one padding around with you two...