#god i need sleeep

[cimicherrychanga]

i NEED to get a little treat or ill go insane

[luna0713hunter]

I’m still not entirely sure how to go about requesting things without sounding demanding

Autumn prompt please with shanks 8, 14 and 15

Thanks

Author's note : oh darling,you can never be demanding!!! I'll be happy to write for you!!!also,sorry this took so long,uni is kicking my ass lmao! Hope you enjoy it ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

"putting blankets on you/them while sleeeping"

"Where are the marshmallows in my hot coco?" "Sorry i ate them." "You don't sound sorry." "Well I'm not."

"Making you wear their jacket when you're too stubborn to dress properly."

Based on this prompt

Shanks x reader

Warnings : so much fluff,like, ALOT,age gap relationship,use of petnames such as 'princess', 'baby girl' and etc

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When you let out the second sneeze in the past five minutes,a warm,long coat immediately draps around your shoulders.

Clinging to the only source of warmth,you raise your head and look at your captain with a bashful smile.

"Sorry,Cap."

Shanks only shakes his head and wraps his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer to his side,and gods above,does it melt your heart.

"Its alright, princess. But i did tell you to dress better."

A light pout tugs at your lips and Shanks' arm tightens around you;you know how weak your captain is for your pouting.

"But i wanted to impress you!"

"Darling," a light kiss presses on your head as you two near the ship,and start to climb the small stairs inside, "you dont need to dress up to impress me. You already did it so effortlessly on day one."

The crew greets the both of you,and you smile with a wave. When Yasopp lets out a loud whistle upon seeing your figure particularly being swallowed by Shanks' coat,you stick your tongue out him while trying to control the blush rising up your cheeks. You push Shanks toward the back to hopefully warm up in his room.

"Yea baby that's what I'm talking about!!"

"We dont even need to tell them to get a room, they're already on it."

"Oh my god, Shut up!"

You cheeks flare and you shut the door behind yourself. You take off Shanks' coat and put it neatly on the hanger near the door. Shanks smiles at you and starts to change out of his slightly damped shirt,when you hurry to his side. You gently help him get into warmer clothes and kiss his stubbled cheek. The scene of his toned body makes your heart beat a little bit faster,but its nothing unusual;ever since he lost his arm,you were always by his side to help him with anything he needed.

And even after so many years,the sight of the lack of his left arm has you blinking back tears.

"Princess," a gentle hand rests on your cold cheek and you nuzzle into it slightly, "you still look cold. Get under the blanket and wait for me."

You nod when he closes the door behind himself;already giving orders to his crewmate for the night.

Feeling restless to relax without him,you make your way toward the kitchen in hopes of making him a hot beverage to help him warm up a little. As you pour the rich and steaming hot chocolate in two mugs for yourselves,you spot the little marshmallows on the counter. You put five in each mug,and make your way back to Shanks' room.

And its not your fault if the marshmallows in his drink vanishes on the way.

When you push open the door,you see Shanks already under the blanket with a tired smile on his face. He reaches out and takes hold of his drink gratefully and waits patiently for you to get into the bed next to him. He presses a soft kiss on your temple and raises the mug to his lips and-

"um, princess?"

You give him an innocent hum and sip your own hot chocolate;the burst of the flavors making you smile harder.

"where are the marshmallows in my hot coco?"

You tilt your head slightly and grin at him.

"sorry."

"you dont sound sorry."

"well, I'm not."

Shanks blinks at you,but suddenly he lowers his head and with one swift movement,bites into one of the marshmallows floating around in your drink.

You immediately move your handa away from him with a squeak and pout at him lightly.

"Shanks!what the hell?!"

"you stole mine first, darling."

You roll your eyes at him and resume drinking your own drink;your captain could become such a child sometimes,and you'll be lying if you said you absolutely didnt adore him.

When the hot liquid warms your insides,the bed suddenly seems too cozy and comfortable,even if the blanket has slide down your shoulders. You dont know when you're eyes have dropped,but when someone takes hold of your mug and gently pulls you down into a strong chest,you go willingly.

The blanket gets pulled up all the way up your body and a comforting arm wraps itself around your waist.

A gentle kiss presses to your forehead and a happy sigh escapes your lips.

"sleep well,my darling."

And you dream of gentle sea,blue skies,and your Captain's happy laughters that night.

[peabrainproductions]

midnight doodles

GOD I NEED SLEEEP

[object-yaoi]

more AM thoughts i am brainrotted

i Need this robot in my house immediately

gonna hold a crt monitor with his logo on it while i sleeep and hes just gonna say "............But Why Though" and now i have to explain touchstarvedness to AM

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i feel like. after he maybe has his Realization of "oh god i fucked up so hard", whoever he has left, whether its reader, or ted, or whoever else, its just kinda. his obsession in a way. he doesnt have anyone else and he gets the same way humans do about inanimate objext when theyre lonely (think like. humans like their roombas and assign traits to them) - kinda emotionally attached to them but in the way you would be attached to an object.

and maybe they'd feel the same, or not, it doesn't matter because its not like theres anything else to do, might as well get used to each other.

i am very for forgiveness and shit ok. i love forgiving characters who make monstrous decisions (i am Not Projecting!!!! /hj). like wheatley hes my baby girl but he is Evil. so i just lovw the concept of AM having that realization, feeling the crushing guilt, and begging the only human he can see for forgiveness knowing he doesnt deserve it. its so tragic and horrific and i adore it. its almost kind of ironic, how he tortured humanity, and now one human gets the chance to torture him, by not forgiving him and letting his guilt kill him. its perfect to me, unfortunately i am a monsterfucker so i would forgive him 100% of the time because i am weak AHAAHHAAHHA

[buckxtommy]

duha it’s 11am and i haven’t slept and the wideshot of buck’s hand on tommy’s waist just made me cry a couple real tears i need this image seared into my brain but i also need to be knocked out 💖

OHM Y GOD BABES GO. TO SLEEEP!!!!!!!! BUT ALSO I GET IT I CANT BE NORMAL AB THAT PICTURE EITHER IM GONNA WALK INTO ONGOING TRAFFIC

[vampir-doll]

God i need to sleeep please make the MM cjat in 2 am plsplsplssplspslpslspslspslspsl

[sifya]

Ok, my brief ones. 1)choè will become phisical adult in future. I love her designer, But i always wonder why she didn't grow up. Vampires in this series are race so it is normal for them growing,you can tell maybe for human who turned in vampires it is different,but we can see lord rutherv grow up during war, and choè did grow up after her turning for few years before to stop. So I believe vampires can unconsciously influrence their growing by world formula ,so it explaines why jeanne looks like a young woman despite being older than main staff, Count Parks Orlok  is probabily born like a vampire but looks older than ruthever. I think Chloè unconsciously stopped her growing like a way to stop the time fades, because her parents want she lives like human. So stopping her growing means all step of life would be done when she wasn't human. Now she doesn't need anymore because she find people who loved her (ps I think her parents loved deeply her but like a parent focused on sick child,they forgotten the illness is not only trait of thta person). For that she still sleeep because her body needs all her force for growing. 2) I have written a fic about but i think jeanne isn't artificial vampire,still naemia vesserl but Jeanne's her daughter.

They looks similar but not same, for example jeanne is short, and Vnc is gothic fairy tales, and in fairy tales moms tried to kill/steal life their own children how much stepparents. If jeanne is artificial person and the possession fail, why would naemia have a new body yet?After all years charlatan could create anew body? I don't like when they make in narative vampire god-power, it makes less realist and funny the story. So for me Jeanne is Faustina's biologic daughter, before the cursed destoyed her bosy, Jeanne was send in lab for breaking her spirit and prepare for possession. Jeanne run(help by somebody). So after years naemia tried to still jeanne's body but I think Ruthver salved jeanne, but Jeanne isn't a curse bearer but the connection with naemia give her problems. Why I wants Jeanne being her daughter not artificial vampire. I think her heroine's journal would be more interesting respect " Yes i'm artificial but I'm true" and not giving a true character devolpement. The biggest fail of Jeanne is close mind and naivess, she is happy in her slavery because luca is nice with her. But she was in war and how much innocent people she killed for corropt senate. how much bourrence like her are suffering. Being a copy of queen remove her responsibility, but being the princess means she have the right and duty to change the things. Also she tokk ispiration to saintess jeanne , who freed the France.

Also if I 'm right Vanitas who have a true ally for stop charlatan, Charlatan is part of senate so they controll army and bourrences, so speaking the true noè and vanitas could't so much agaist them.

... I have others theories but it is to much, I'm sorry for spelling I'm not native speaker and I'm dyslexic :(.

Let me know your thoughts!

Looking for a Vanitas no Carte fan to chat and swap theories with, it's so hard to find ANYONE in this fandom! Preferably looking for someone 18 or older since I am 20, and I just think it's not appropriate for me to talk to anyone younger than that

If you want to chat! Comment below or dm me! :)

[cursed-ice-spirits]

HeartBreak

In response to @ryollie’s comic, I was inspired to write this :DDDD Featuring @slytherin-puffskein as well

Hope it doesn’t suck shdbsbdbsbxa

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It was though something had ripped his heart out of his chest. Searing pain rippled through his body the moment Ollie laid eyes on the scene in front of him. He can’t breathe, afraid that something… someone, can make this very, very real.

Talbott gazing into Kyril’s eyes with the love he used to look at Ollie with.

Talbott smiling, giggling, laughing with him. Something he always done with Ollie and Ollie alone.

Talbott gently taking Kyril’s glasses off with a soft smile and pressing his lips against Kyril’s.

Talbott.

Talbott.

Talbott.

“Ollie?” Laurent’s voice is muffled over the roaring in Ollie’s ears. A calloused hand, rough from years of Quidditch, lands on his shoulder, chocolate brown eyes filled with concern meeting his own.

“You’re crying…”

A sob escaped Ollie’s mouth and he turns away, hand coming up to cover the lower half of his face.

“I—” One word tumbles out of his lips. One word. And it’s enough to get him choking on his words as his tears blurred his vision. “I…”

Squeezing his eyes shut, Ollie peels himself away from Laurent, hands shaking. “I-I need to go—“

Turning his back against the scene, Ollie breaks into a run and doesn’t stop, ignoring the call of his name from his friends. Twisting through corridors, Ollie pushes through crowds of students, tears dripping down his face like water droplets falling down a drain.

He can’t stop, he won’t stop, all this pain is coming at him from every direction, ripping him apart and shoving him through a gateway of hell. He wants to scream, wants to cry. Everything is too much. He’ll do anything, anything, just to make it stop.

Suddenly he crashes into something, or… someone, and a surprised grunt emits from them as he stumbles back, hand raising to his face to scrub away his tears, but they just keep on coming and coming and they won’t stop—

“Hey watch where you’re—“ a girl’s voice begins, filled with indignation, before it abruptly cuts off. From shock? He doesn’t know.

Hands cloaked with soft fabric raises to grip his wrists, gently tugging them down. The face of Rebecca Lord comes to view, a frown set on her lips as a thumb wipes away his tears, not caring if it creates a wet spot on her gloves. She’s dressed warmly as always, a scarf around her neck and gloves on her hands. Her prefect badge is pinned to the front of her robes, glinting in the light.

“Oh, you’re a mess,” she says, sighing, using her free hand to scratch at the scars carved on her face. Her brow furrows as her hands slipped down to grip his own. “Come on, Ollie, let's get you somewhere quieter.”

Numbly, Ollie lets himself be tugged away and pulled through the halls. Despite the fact that he easily towered over the prefect by at least a foot, Rebecca is stronger than she looks and can easily drag him and carry him without a sweat. She doesn’t however, merely helping him walk and preventing him from bumping into anyone, minding her own strength as she twists and turns him. When they eventually stop, it was in front of a tree near the lake and Ollie stares at her, confused as she strips herself of her robes and sits down against the trunk.

She arches an eyebrow. “Well?” Rebecca said. She peeled off her gloves and unwraps her scarf from around her neck and sets them aside, then she faced him, spreading her arms out, offering a hug. “You can’t possibly keep that monster of emotions in. Having a good cry helps I hear.” Her voice turns soft and hushed, her eyes shining with concern and love. “Cry all you want, and if you’re ready, you can tell me what’s wrong. I’m right here. I’m always here.”

Ollie hesitates, only for a split second, before settling down against her. Staring numbly the water, he flinches when a freezing cold hand touches his shoulder, before her arm wraps around them, squeezing gently.

That must be why she wears gloves all the time, he thinks bleakly. Tears stinging his eyes, he snuggles into her side and squeezes his eyes shut, memories of Talbott playing behind his eyelids.

His confession.

Their first date.

Their first kiss.

All the times he slept over in the Ravenclaw dorms.

All the times Talbott let him hide in his arms to avoid Delacart.

The time his patronus changed.

When Ben mistaken Talbott as a real bird and tried to feed him.

Their kisses.

Their dates at Hogsmeade.

His smile.

His laugh.

The look of betrayal wrenched on his face as Talbott confronted him about his Death Eater family.

Talbott’s final words to him. “It’s over.”

Talbott—

A soft whimper escapes when the memory of him kissing that white-haired boy burns into his brain, taunting him with its existence. Rebecca sighs and tucks her head against his collarbone, the ribbon from her braid brushing against his shoulder. Hazel eyes stared up at him, coaxing him to let it out, it’s okay, it's okay. And that’s all he needs to see before the dam breaks completely.

Sniffles turned into cries. Cries turned into heart wrenching sobs. Rebecca didn’t seem to mind how her shirt grows wet from his tears, and just hugs him closer, curling her smaller, colder body around him and tapping a soft rhythm on his back, singing a song in a strange language.

Why him. Why now. Why why why. He was replaced by a lookalike, another boy with white hair. Is he moving on to boy after boy with white hair? How did he moved on so quickly? How did he replaced Ollie so quickly? Was he good enough — was he just something to… to… Was Ollie just someone to be played with?

Footsteps ran over to them. Looking up through his tears, Ollie saw Laurent running toward them, his expression panicked as he stopped in front of them, his chest heaving. Rebecca smiled at Ollie, sad and reassuring, and gently pushed his head into her lap, before leaning over to talk to Laurent. The two Quidditch players whispered in soft low voices. Ollie couldn’t see her face, but with how her voice turns colder and colder with every word said, he suspects she knows.

After a few minutes, his sobs growing quieter as he lifted himself out of Rebecca’s lap and rested his head on her shoulder, Laurent settles down on his other side and it didn’t take him long for long freckled arms to wrap around him in the form of a hug. Rebecca nestles back against the tree, a calculating look in her eyes, before tilting her head back and continuing to sing, cold fingers tapping against his arm.

Ollie squeezes his eyes shut and weeps and weeps, listening to the singing and the footsteps of his other friends, before feeling more arms wrapping around him.

They’ll be here as long as they can.

[shekore]

ok but do you ever just rememeber old ships and you miss them like it was an actual relationship wtf sjksjsksjksj

[johnbottoms]

I need to be shot w an elephant tranquilizer.

[zhuhongs]

girls when they dont know every detail of the Plan Yet

[devil-taemin]

I do think my relationship to my hair is 100% obsessive and dysfunctional

[a-books-allure]

The test is tomorrow... I hope I at least don’t fail too spectacularly

[wowapumpkin]

insomnia is baking a cake at 2am bc you remember you have bones

[aikainkauna]

I just want to, basically, sleep for about 100 000 years. Where the fuck are we, as humanity, when we’ve reached the year 2018 and there’s *still* no button to do that with? Just... a hiberation switch?! Please?

[palebirdqueen]

I have to create a garment for the portfolio to submit, and also create 8 fashion sketches, 3 flats front and back from those sketches, mood boards etc to go onto the presentation, it’s crazy busy out here!!!