#headcanoes

[nana2009]

i think strilondes should be unhinged

[milesonsight]

Inspired by a kind soul who told me about their head cannon! "Vulpes is albino, but he shaves and dyes his hair and eyebrows in order to fit in/avoid the superstition some people have." I wanted to do much more with this idea but, eh, life had other plans... Anyway hope yall can enjoy this silly lil piece and OH PLEASE SEND ME MORE VULEPS IDEAS/YOUR HEAD CANNONS I might draw some of them!

[buccini555]

“𝐋𝐨𝐥 𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫”

≡ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚... Them reacting to you wearing a shirt with their name on it

⌕ H e a d c a n o n s

♡ 𝐹𝑡. Izana Kurokawa, Kakucho Hitto, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Kokonoi Hajime, Inui Seishu, Wakasa Imaushi

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

Izana loves to be pampered, although he doesn't really show it, he loves receiving demonstrations of affection from you.

As soon as he saw you wearing a t-shirt that says "lol, ur not Izana Kurokawa." He would let out an involuntary smile, going to hug you almost immediately.

"You really are my good girl." Izana would say, giving you a small kiss on the cheek and would appear with a t-shirt with his name on it the next day for you to wear matching, despite him finding it a bit too romantic for him.

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

Kakucho LOVES displays of affection and love, he certainly gets all silly when you do anything to please him, the tallest one really feels special every time he receives some sign of affection.

When he saw his name written on his shirt, he thought that was a truly incredible idea and would definitely make one with his name on it for him to wear too.

"You're so cute, I swear." Kaku would speak shyly with a smile before pulling you into a kiss.

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

Ran is clearly the type of guy who likes to show off whenever he can, seeing you wearing a shirt with his name on it would make him feel very special and even though he doesn't show much excitement, Ran loves any show of affection and love from you.

He would definitely show up wearing a t-shirt with his name on it, making sure you took several photos together wearing similar clothes.

"We're an envious couple, don't you think?" Ran would say giving you a hug, he would spend the whole day being silly for his honor.

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

Rindou usually pretends that he doesn't love a clichéd type of romanticism, but deep down he loves receiving demonstrations of love from him, making him always think you're the cutest person he could have ever met.

It took him a while to notice his name printed on your shirt, however, as soon as he laid eyes on you, he smiled and hugged you with a slightly shy expression.

"For me? I loved it." Rindou would say with an awkward laugh, also appearing the next day with a t-shirt with his name engraved on it.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

He's a sweetheart, Sanzu loves receiving shows of affection, any kind of affection, Haru considers all the things you do to please him special.

"You're wearing a t-shirt with my name on it? That was really cute, y/n." He would say shyly and a little embarrassed, despite that, Haruchiyo would love to see you wearing that t-shirt and would definitely buy one with your name on it for him too, even if he just wore it away from other people's eyes because he was a bit reserved, Sanzu I would love to match his shirt with yours.

𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞

As much as it may not seem like it, Kokonoi loves romanticism and clichés, so small displays of affection make him feel like the most loved guy in the world.

As soon as he saw your name printed on your t-shirt, he would smile and let out a brief laugh, hugging you right after.

"I don't think a t-shirt would be enough for me, how about I give you a necklace with my name studded with diamonds?" He would say, buying the jewelry right away just to see you flaunt it a little, Kokonoi wouldn't waste any time and also make one with his name on it to honor you.

𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐮

Inui has a certain difficulty in showing feelings, despite this, he always loves absolutely everything you do with the aim of making him happy in some way.

The idea would come from him, but he certainly wouldn't think that you would accept the proposal, however, as soon as he saw you wearing the shirt a few days later, Inui was genuinely happy.

"I also need one with your name on it, let's use it together." Seishu would speak with a smile on his face, he loves displays of affection and maximum cliché romanticism, for that reason, he never bothered to match his clothes with his.

𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢

Wakasa is the type of guy who is extremely difficult to please, despite trying to remain tough, his heart melts for you, so he ends up secretly loving all your romantic acts.

"Cringe" Wakasa would say as soon as he saw you with a t-shirt with his name on it, despite that, he would just be trying to annoy you a little since he simply loved the idea.

The same day he saw you wearing the t-shirt, Wakasa would buy one with your name on it, however, he would definitely not wear it in public just because he had a tough pose to maintain, even so, he would show it to you as soon as the clothes reached his hands.

[animekpopsimp]

Dating The Scarabia Boys

Kalim

The definition of a golden retriever boyfriend

He's absolutely smitten with you, even before the two of you start dating

When you do start dating, he feels like he's on top of the world

He tends to be clingy, he just loves being around you

He'll also shower you with compliments

He just can't hold back how much he loves you

He will absolutely brag about your relationship to anyone who will listen

Kalim will absolutely spoil you with gifts when he gets the chance

On a more serious note, he does worry that being in a relationship with you will put you in danger

Because of that, he's always keeping a close eye on you

He would hate himself if something happened to you

He's an absolute sweetheart of a boyfriend

Jamil

Jamil is someone who never thought he would have time for a relationship

And at first, he's hesitant to start a relationship with you

When he does, he's much softer than he usually acts

Being with you distracts him from the responsibilities that he has to deal with

He's grateful that you see him as more than a servant

He's not outwardly affectionate, but in private he's glued to your side

Jamil is always looking out for your health, making sure you eat among other things

He's a protective boyfriend

[classygladiatorchaos]

I looked so beautiful today 🥰🥰

[heavenlytouches]

i saw you write for Game of thrones, can you write a female reader and Kingslayer (Jaime Lannister) taking a bubble bath together in his chambers? That bath scene with Brianne is still etched in my head. Thankss

Hi darling! Thank you so much for a great request! And yes of course I can write about Ser Lannister :0 let's go, head first El <3

Ser Jaime Lannister- a splash of love

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FEM reader

<3 (SFW)

TW- mentions of blood, suggestive talk (nothing too bad)

Helping Kingslayer after a rough day

SERVANT! reader

Ser Jaime Lannister

As you move quietly through the opulent halls of the Red Keep, the scent of lavender and beeswax fills the air, a stark contrast to the dark bloodstains smeared against the polished stone walls.

You are just a servant, quietly carrying out your duties, but you feel the weight of the world around you- a world where the rightful lords and ladies command power, while you merely serve. Today, though, the world holds a peculiar charm.

You approach the lavish bathing chamber, where a warm bath awaits, its steam curling into the air like whispers of long-hidden desires.

Jaime Lannister sits in the tub, tired and covered in the remnants of his last battle- a unique blend of blood and grit smeared over his golden skin. He glances up at you, and your breath catches in your throat.

He gives you that familiar teasing smile, the one that always makes your heart race, and you feel a heat rise to your cheeks.

“Come on, don’t you have a task to help with? Or do you plan to stare at me all day?”

His tone is light, but you can see the fatigue behind those mesmerizing blue eyes.

"Ser, I have to.."

You begin, your voice barely above a whisper before you catch yourself, flustered. You shouldn’t get too close, but the urgency of your duties pulls you toward him.

“Help me wash, perhaps?”

He suggests, delighted by your evident struggle. The words tumble out like a gentle tease, and you can’t help but feel the electricity that crackles between you, teasing the edges of propriety.

“I don’t think that would be appropriate, my lord,”

You murmur, your heart pounding as a flurry of sensations engulfs you: his warmth, the inviting water, and the very real danger of crossing lines you never dared imagine.

“Come now, I promise I don’t bite.”

Jaime chuckles, his cocky bravado hanging in the air. He knows how to charm, and the glint in his eye beckons you, pulling you closer even as doubt whispers in your mind.

You hesitate, your hands clenching nervously at your sides. Yet something deep within you ignites; the mundane fades, replaced by curiosity and an unexpected desire to ease the weariness stamped across his rugged features. Clenching your jaw, you take a tentative step closer.

“I suppose I could help, my lord..”

You murmur, your voice wavering from nerves as you set the basin on a small table beside him. His grin only widens, reflecting a mixture of appreciation and mirth.

As you dip your hands into the warm, fragrant water, you feel an undeniable thrill at the thought of touching him, the bravery you muster as vital as any shield he wears as a knight.

You reach for a cloth and begin to gently scrub at his shoulders, the tension in your shoulders melting under the steam and the soft lapping of water.

“Ah...that's good..”

Jaime lets out a low sigh, letting his head fall back against the edge of the tub. You can’t help but sneak a glance at his face- the way the sunlight cascades through the windows highlights his sharp features, making him seem as though he’s carved from the finest ivory.

“How is it? How does it look?”

He asks, his voice soft, almost intimate. He was asking about his blood stained body, your eyes watching something else. You look at him, caught between a world of duty and an aching need to remain close.

“Nice,”

You whisper, your voice hushed as you try to conceal the warmth rising in your chest.

“I mean the bath, um, it looks nice.”

A teasing laugh escapes his lips, and he captures your gaze.

“Is it just the bath, my dear? Or are you noticing something else?”

His tone is lightly suggestive, turning heated, and your heart evens out in a chaotic rhythm as you feel the intensity of his stare.

You scold yourself internally; this is absurd! The attraction between you seems both uniquely magical and utterly reckless. You fight the urge to retreat, to hide behind the modesty surrounding your position.

But as your hands glide across his muscular form, the warmth of the water and the connection between you both grow.

“Most servants would turn on their heel at such an offer.”

He remarks playfully, breaking the tension as you wash his arm.

“Mainly because they’re worried about their standing, or about getting into trouble. But here you are, helping me.”

“I- well, I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable. You looked like you could use some help, ser.”

You admit, your fingers tracing across his skin as a gentle flush brightens your cheeks once more.

“Helpful servants are hard to come by, but I suppose I’m lucky today.”

His tone turns serious then, and for a moment the teasing facade falls away.

“You know, I’m grateful for your kindness. It’s the little things that carry me through.”

The sincerity in his words sends a flush through you, and you smile nervously as you catch his eyes.

“It’s just, um, my duty my lord.”

You reply modestly, even as a multitude of thoughts scatter in your mind, overwhelmed by his charm and allure.

“Not everyone sees it that way.”

He whispers, the hidden meaning in his words resonating deep within you.

“They are often so caught up in what they think they deserve.”

He takes the cloth from your hand unexpectedly, catching you off guard with his attitude; then he begins to wash your arms in return, the warm water slipping down your skin in soothing waves.

Your breath catches in your throat again; there is something intoxicating about the shared intimacy of the moment- a spark igniting across the surface.

“This must be how we find solace; even if only for a moment in our turbulent lives...”

He murmurs, his eyes darkening with emotion.

Your heart fights against the weight of what you know: the chasm of class between you, the rules that separate servant from lord. Yet here you are, soaked in warmth and laughter, and for just this fleeting moment, nothing else matters.

“I think you’re right, Ser Jaime.”

You say, your pulse quickening.

“And while we both know this can’t last, I…”

You falter, biting your lip to stem the rush of emotion. You wish you could capture this moment forever- the warmth, the laughter, and the gentle brush of hands against skin.

The bathwater swirls around you like possibilities yet to unfold. Acceptance and longing tangle deliciously, leaving you breathless, as the kingdom outside carries on unaware of the magic forged in a king’s guard and a humble servant's hidden connection.

"Maybe... maybe if no one knows. I am Ser Jaime, no one will question my actions or attractions."

With a soft laugh, Jaime splashes water toward you, breaking the tension, and you can't help but smile brightly as every droplet shimmered like hope- a secret you both would carry, one that stretched across the burdens of nobility and servitude alike.

“Let’s just enjoy this moment a little longer, shall we?”

He invites, mischief twinkling in his eyes. And as you lean closer with warmth against warmth, the world fades away, leaving you only with a heart that races in the bubble bath of Kings Landing.

Phewwww I love this one! Jaime is such a tease tho TwT

I can write anything for any character babes and don’t forget- requests are always open and welcome <33

I love you guys so much

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[smokeysweater]

succubus darling who is near asexual. Because… i dont know, fun concept. succubus darling who gets summoned by their yandere only to nervously inform the yandere that… Yeah? They guess they feed off of sexual energy, but they just also don’t really like it. cue yandere being disappointed for like two seconds until they realise they can cuddle with darling all they want, cause in their mind, cuddling would take longer to fill up Succubus darling’s energy. …. as soon as they start cuddling Succubus darling gets full because of Summoner Yandere absolute rancid horn knee energy. anyone people add more onto this if u want.

[sherlockholmeshound]

whenever ppl try to come up with some version of 'romance and love isn't forbidden by the jedi, on this one novel-'

i'm just...

[sam24seven]

Akashi. A very interesting and complex character from knb. This is my personal take on why I kin him. Feel free to add anything you'd like or tell me what you think, any and all feedback is welcome. Also my first language isn't English so sorry in advance for any mistakes I made.

So. Why do I relate to Akashi you ask? Well this one is a long one but I already talked to a lot of people about his character so I think I'll be pretty good at giving a summary about this.

Akashi is a character from the anime kuroko's basketball, he's introduced to us as the antagonist at first, as a crazy, sadistic perfectionist and a controlling person. As the show progresses, we find out he has DID, dissociative identity disorder which means his more "evil" personality (bokushi) is another part of his personality that gets out when he feels scared or threatened, a defense mechanism he developed to deal with the pressure he faced.

Akashi had a pretty hard childhood, with his dad being a strict father and a workaholic that demanded perfection from him, and his mother, the only person he felt loved and comfortable with after all of the things his dad made him face, dying (or disappearing, I don't think it has been confirmed) when he was around 9.

A feeling that was present a lot in his childhood was pressure, and therefore, a paralyzing, vital, overwhelming need to escape. Pressure to be perfect, pressure to live up to his name, pressure to be strong, to not make any mistakes, to not show any weaknesses, to not have any weaknesses, it's not that you can't show your vulnerability it's that you can't have vulnerability. You can't be human, you can't be flawed, you can't try you can only succeed flawlessly while looking like you didn't even try. Which is why akashi could never love himself, he was taught he should be perfect, that he's more then that, more then other people, more then himself, more then a human. Every time he finished a workload he needed to do, his father gave him twice the amount he did, because it was never about getting the mission accomplished, it was about making akashi the perfect robot, the perfect tool, the perfect son, the perfect soldier.

Something that standed out to me that akashi said once, and that I think summarizes perfectly why I relate to him so much, is him comparing winning to breathing. Now, it might look like what he was trying to say is that, like breathing, winning comes naturally to him, which is probably what he means to say, but the thing is breathing is not only something that you do naturally but something that you have to do to live. It's vital, and without it, you can't survive.

Akashi sees winning like breathing, something he has to do to live, like those cringy shirts that say "eat, sleep, watch anime, repeat" just that instead of watching anime it's winning because in his mind he must win. He needs to win. He has to.

In the battle against seirin, while akashi perhaps didn't want to lose, he needed to. And I think deep down in his original personality, he knew that he needed to feel what it's like to lose, to truly understand that winning is just a thing, and he doesn't have to do it to be worth something or survive. He can fail, and he'll still be there. He's human. He needed to fail so that loss will wake him up from the trance he was in. for Akashi, winning and being the best isn't just about success, it's a fundamental part of his identity and existence, something he feels he must do to justify his worth and existence. The loss serves as a turning point for Akashi, allowing him to realize that failure doesn't mean the end of his identity or worth. It helps him begin to connect with his other self again, and accept that he doesn't need to be perfect to have value.

Another thing that's important to mention is that the reason akashi's second personality is sadistic, mean, a bad person and all those other things, is because he feels like he's not enough of those things. Which is what I think a lot of the fandom gets wrong sometimes because the reason he has this personality in the first place is to protect himself from having to be those things all the time when he couldn't take it. He's not this strong, uncaring, cold, dominant person, he's scared and alone and feels like he has to be those things but he's can't. And that's where bokushi comes in. He's everything that akashi want to be but can't, sure they're similar in a lot of things because akashi himself is a smart and capable person, but the reason bokushi exist in the first place it to be all the things akashi had to be but couldn't.

I didn't exactly say what about him makes me relate to him because it's everything, this feeling that if you're not perfect, if you don't win in everything, it's not that you're worthless but you just can't comprehend it. It's not scary it's terrifying. it's chilling, incomprehensible, paralyzing. I relate to this feeling of acting like you're mean and perfect and can do everything and nothing bothers you, but you still want to run and hide and just have this perfect self that doesn't feel pain or guilt or love. He's a scared, pathetic, wear person, and he hides behind his other self because he's so terrified of the idea of not being what he needs to be. This is why I relate to him.

I have a lot more to say about this character and about so many others, so if you want me to write anything else I'll be glad to, just leave a request for me!

[yanderelmk]

How would Ne Zha, Wukong, and Macaque react to a reader who is short(round 5ft tall) and works at a flower shop? Separate or together is fine with me. Hope you're having a great day!

-🐍🪽

Wukong and Macaque are both 4'3" they cannot speak a word, Nezha won't let them.

Instead of short jokes, they'll make really horrible tall jokes: "How's the weather up there?" and stuff like that

Be prepared for one or both of them to potentially want to swing from your arms like you're a jungle gym

After a fun night out on the town, one or both of them are gonna get sleepy and you and Nezha will have to carry one monkey each on your back

Nezha really doesn't mind your height, but he does secretly love bending down to kiss your forehead. He is tall. Tall and built like well-watered tree. Climbable, perhaps

The three of you will be bullied very gently by Nezha who calls you "My three little small fries"

Wukong and Macaque want to bite him for it but you won't let them

Nezha has at least once told Wukong and/or Macaque "Ah, what a shame! There is a height limit, guess you will have to watch our things"

It's his way of getting back at them for being such hellraisers both individually and together

It was hysterical when Nezha got tired of their shenanigans and got them backpacks with leashes attached

One time they got free and it was a MAD SCRAMBLE to wrangle them before they set something on fire (they truly bring out the worst in one another)

Imagining you having to call them over and they sheepishly trudge to you, covered in cotton candy and with ash in their fur because the cotton candy vendor asked where their mom and dad were

Macaque's got stuffing in his fur, when he tried to do an epic parkour move off the Ferris Wheel he kiiind of landed on one of the booths and it was a plushie massacre

Wukong and Macaque are banned from most public spaces

[nana2009]

i think when karkat gets too tired dave agrees to look after the boys and karkat asks if he doesnt want to switch around but he swears he can handle it if it means he will get a good rest auhghhh

[taxes-evasion]

I accidentally deleted the request that was made to me, I'm really sorry.

However, that won't stop me from writing it!

I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

Characters Included: Masky/Tim, Hoodie/Brian,Toby, Wilson, Rouge, X-Virus/Cody, The X, Kate, The Observer and Slenderman.

Small Warnings: Mention of kills, mental and body manipulation, split personality, Tourette's syndrome, CIPA, a person is called 'dog', mention of deadly viruses and possession of people.

𝐺𝐸𝑁𝐸𝑅𝐴𝐿 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐶𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑁𝑆 𝐹𝑂𝑅 𝑃𝑅𝑂𝑋𝐼𝐸𝑆

PROXIES RANKINGS

We can officially declare Slenderman as a "collector of humans";

He has LITERALLY tons of proxies under his control and some of them don't even know they are!

But let's start from the beginning, shall we?

The main proxies and those who are sent on missions/are assigned important tasks are: Masky, Hoodie, Toby, Wilson, Kate, Cody, Rouge, The X and The Observer;

Some of them are of slightly higher rank than others, precisely for this reason, some of them are not sent on undercover missions;

(for example: the presence of The Observer is very often required in the mansion, so he practically never goes out, not that he feels like it anyway);

The lowest rank is that of the Perpetually Sleepers;

These proxies are either normal people who don't know they're proxies (and who don't even know Slenderman exists) or they're actually living bodies in a state of perpetual sleep;

Of course, they stay alive thanks to Slenderman's will;

The Perpetually Sleepers have no purpose, and they are not commissioned to do any quests;

They have a future purpose, which is to act as a sidekick during the war between Slenderman and Zalgo;

The category slightly above the Perpetually Sleepers is the one of the Marked;

The Marked are those who have the Slenderman symbol on any area of the body, it cannot be erased in any way;

(the symbol comes with a deep black color, if it is engraved through knives or other sharp objects it is not considered "valid" since it was not inflicted by Slenderman);

They, too, are people who are totally unaware of their role, however, thanks to the symbol, Slenderman can communicate through their bodies;

Slenderman, however, is reluctant to use the Marked to commit murder, as they possess neither skills nor masks to hide their identity;

Through the Marked, Slenderman can wander through crowds of ordinary people inconspicuously;

It's rare that he does this because he already has proxies that have this task, but in some cases it can happen;

The third rank is made up of the Sentinels and the Hunters;

Sentinels are also Hunters;

These proxies are very lonely and never reside in the mansion;

They don't even have interactions with the other proxies apart from the Chosen (we'll talk about them later);

The Sentinels/Hunters are tasked with scouring the various areas under Slenderman's control, so we're mainly talking about woods;

They kill on sight any intruders (mainly journalists) who try to find information about the mansion and Slenderman;

They are the proxies that have the most abilities among all in: physical strength, endurance, speed and healing speed;

These proxies have no contact with humans, so they aren't sent on undercover missions;

The penultimate rank of the proxies is the one made up of the Faithful;

The Faithful are the proxies quite close to Slenderman;

Not the closest but still a good rank;

They are entrusted with missions involving humans, therefore undercover;

The victims can be mostly journalists who know they should not enter the forest;

The Faithful also take care of the roles of the creeps in the mansion;

For those who choose to stay at Slenderman's residence they must make small fees in return;

The Faithful, in some cases, can drive future proxies crazy, under, of course, Slenderman's request;

They also have enough skills since in some cases they have to chase and kill, in some cases, the victims that are difficult to manage;

They are very competitive with Hunters/Sentinels;

In some cases, some of them compete for victims and do some sort of an hunting competition;

The last and most important rank is that of the Chosen;

They are the ones in whom Slenderman places all (more or less) his trust;

They are also the first proxies;

The Chosen are tasked with being at Slenderman's disposal at all times;

They can: bring requests made by lower-ranking proxies to Slenderman, propose new proxies, punish other proxies, and, in Slenderman's absence, command them;

If they deem it necessary, they can rank up other proxies, however, this never happens;

The Chosen take responsibility for any mistakes that other proxies make during missions;

It is possible for them to accompany the Faithful on mission if necessary;

[Honestly, the higher ranks of the proxies (the Chosen and the Faithful) are not coveted 'cause of the closer proximity to Slenderman that would lead to a lot of damage both mental and physical]

SMALL HEADCANONS FOR PROXIES!!

- Masky

Masky is part of the rank made up with the Faithful;

He was appointed proxy when all the happenings in Marble Hornest were completed;

However, he was found much later by Slenderman;

Maybe a month or two;

Now he remembers nothing of the events that took place before the meeting with Slenderman;

When he arrived at the mansion he was entrusted to Hoodie who had already completed much of the proxy training;

When he first saw that guy he had strange vibrations, as if he had to remember him;

However, he didn't mull it over much;

(they became friends pretty quickly and, in the end, they became roommates);

(Masky doesn't remember pushing off the railing and killing Hoodie, nor does Tim);

Tim and Masky are the only ones who are allowed to refer to Hoodie as Brian;

Most of the time Masky takes command of Tim's body, and Tim only takes command when there is tranquility around him;

- Hoodie

Hoodie/Brian is also part of the Faithful;

Although he died, he arrived at the mansion long before Masky;

Slenderman "saved" him and somehow brought him back to life;

And most incredibly, Hoodie is not a zombie! Somehow Slenderman must have found his soul (?);

Not even the Chosen know this information;

After almost finishing the training for proxies, he met Masky;

He also had strange feelings towards him, but much stronger;

At first Hoodie was suspicious of him, but the more he tried to remember, the more headaches and nosebleeds increased;

In the end, hopes of regaining his memories left him and he became a great friend of Tim's;

Brian is the only one who can really talk to Tim, everyone else talks mainly to Masky;

- Toby

Given his insensitivity to pain (CIPA) he was placed in the rank of the Faithful;

He is very unstable and it is very risky to take him on undercover missions;

However, Masky and Hoodie have learned how to deal with him;

(Masky still makes dismissive jokes against him and his illnesses);

He arrived in the mansion when he was about 18 years old;

He only did half of the proxy training due to health reasons;

Due to Tourette's syndrome he needs a lot of rest, however, he is very productive during missions;

- Wilson

Wilson the Basher is classified as a Sentinel and Hunter;

He could be in the rank of the Faithful, however the need to be close to Rouge led him to be in a lower rank;

He's still very good at what he does and helps Rouge a lot;

Rouge and Wilson are the only Sentinel and Hunter proxies that form a duo;

They do a great job as a team!

He never really did proxy training since he had a very good baseball player base;

However, he continues to train with Rouge;

(if you hadn't figured it out, Wilson is really interested in Rouge, however they're not a couple);

- Rouge

She is also classified as a Sentinel and Hunter;

This girl has superhuman intelligence and insane abilities;

Precisely because she is able to imitate the sounds of wild animals Rouge has been placed in close contact with the woods;

Living in nature for quite a long period allowed her to have training, albeit an unofficial one;

She had a long period of depression both as a normal person and after becoming a proxy;

Since she met Wilson, the situation has improved;

Being in the company of someone has benefited her sanity;

She has not yet noticed Wilson's interest in her, however Rouge is momentarily not interested in a relationship;

After losing a baby (with a miscarriage) and her boyfriend in a car accident, she wants to take her mind off these thoughts;

Sometimes, when there are meetings with ALL proxies, she is often referred to as the Boss' Dog, as in some cases she behaves like a dog;

Punctually, Wilson comes to her defense;

- Cody

Cody, or X-Virus, is in the group of the Faithful;

Slenderman watched him work with viruses and took the opportunity to make him a proxy;

He used Toby for this;

Toby, knowing that Cody was quite a condescending boy, especially in difficult situations, took the opportunity to order him to follow him;

Cody obeyed since he was in a difficult situation (he had just killed a man);

His personality has strengthened but he still remains quite clumsy and distracted;

That's why he doesn't go on any kind of mission;

He prefers to stay in his laboratory in the mansion to do experiments and/or research requested by the Boss;

He is physically strong (as his weapon has short-range) and he's also very fast;

The laboratory is named after him since he is the only one who works there (sometimes he doesn't even return to his room to sleep);

Sometimes he is ordered by Slenderman to make antidotes for viruses that even Cody doesn't know about;

- The X

The X, or less commonly Dimitri, is part of the Hunters and Sentinels;

He wasn't placed in the Faithful because he doesn't work well in a team and prefers to be alone;

Dimitri is the only proxy who owes his life to Slenderman and, for this reason, he works for him;

After all, the faceless man saved him from bullies, didn't he?

Dimitri is devoted to Slenderman so he has no effect of the Slender Sickness;

His personality is unstable because he can't control his anger;

He is intelligent and wise, however, when he gets caught up by emotions, he is very impulsive;

He also has panic attacks and asthma attacks;

The X works completely alone, rarely has contact with the other proxies;

When he has free time (almost never) he works on a technological device that will allow him to speak;

Dimitri is really tired of always listening;

He's still very good with technology and hacking and sometimes he stalks some people he finds interesting on social media;

Slenderman allows him to do so because he knows he is a faithful man;

- Kate

Kate is a Chosen;

She was one of the first proxies;

Usually the Chosen can also be those who have had contact with The Pages;

In this case Kate had the misfortune to find herself in this ugly affair;

However, she considers herself guilty anyway because she chose this life over death;

She has become accustomed to this life;

Kate, in addition to having the permissions that all Chosen have, must also keep an eye on The Pages;

She must kill those who agree (unknowingly) to play the Game by grabbing The First Page;

In the event that the person wins, Kate will not be punished as that person will become a new proxy (usually they will enter the category of the Chosen, but this varies according to the Slenderman's final judgment);

(Kate has often quarrelled with Masky 'cause he hates all the Chosen);

- The Observer

The Observer is the exception to all rules;

He is still one of the Chosen, but has never had any contact with Slenderman;

One morning he woke up and became interested in Slenderman and his business;

Although The Observer is in the Chosen, he still has more permissions than Kate and can give orders to her as well;

Actually, if he wanted to, he could very well be a new Lesser Power (I'll post about it if you want) given his abilities;

The Observer can: manipulate space and time, possess people, has vast superhuman powers, virokinesis, day-night cycle control, teleportation and many other abilities/powers;

Let's say he became a Slenderman proxy for fun;

He is very sadistic and loves to see any human being suffer, however he is quite "lazy" and doesn't leave his room much;

He prefers to use technology (technopathy is also among his skills/powers);

The Observer annoys proxies very often (Masky especially because he has a short fuse) to make them angry;

He knows very well that, in case any of them attack him, he could just report them to Slenderman;

Of course he wouldn't do it since he could just blackmail them in his favor but they don't need to know this ;)

I'm sorry this came out SO late. I had intended to publish it earlier but I have been busy with the school and I haven't been able to complete it before today :(

That said, I hope you enjoyed it!

♡

[buccini555]

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 - 𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬

≡ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚... You were invited by your boyfriend Izana Kurokawa to a night party at the Haitani house, but you ended up making a discovery that destroyed your relationship...

⌕ I m a g i n e s!

𖥻 𝐹𝑡. Izana Kurokawa, Kakucho Hitto, Ran & Rindou Haitani, Kokonoi Hajime and Inui Seishu

tw! abusive relationship, izana being an asshole boyfriend, mention of harassment(?), strong words, betrayal, physical and psychological aggression, threats, psychological abuse (in short, don't read if you're sensitive about toxic relationship) I think that's it... (euphoria reference, thank u for this request, anon ♡)

That night, Izana invited you to a Tenjiku celebration at the famous well-attended house of the Haitani brothers, that would be the first time that you and Izana would openly go out as a couple, because of that, you were more excited than ever, even more because your best friend was also invited to accompany Kakucho, your boyfriend's best friend, without rushing too much, you started to get ready in the late afternoon, especially wearing the carmine red dress, a gift given by Izana along with some of the beautiful jewels of crystal from your collection, as night fell, your friend arrived at your house, she looked as stunning as you, so you remained sitting in front of your house waiting for the boys who were already on their way, so Izana and Kakucho didn't They were slow to arrive, coming to pick them up in a luxury car lent by Kokonoi Hajime.

"You look beautiful as always, my pretty queen." Izana said as soon as he got out of the car, going to hug you and give you a warm kiss, after that, he gave your friend a brief hug while Kakucho just smiled at both of them, holding your hand and opening the door for you, everyone entered the car and headed towards Ran and Rindou's house, you realized that you were close to the place when from afar you started to hear loud music, when you finally arrived, you immediately entered the house, everyone stopped what they were doing just to honor the presence of Izana Kurokawa.

"The stars of the party have finally arrived." Ran came to welcome you with a bottle of whiskey in his hand, which was soon passed into Kurokawa's hands, you ended up sitting near the bar and started drinking, Izana pulled you onto his lap and started kissing you while Kakucho remained drinking only watermelon juice, completely distant from your friend who seemed bored.

"Kakucho? I'll teach you how to please a girl." Izana said with a mischievous smile before starting to kiss you, he held your waist firmly and held you in his lap, not caring about running his hand over your body even over the thin fabric of your dress, initially, he was soft in his insistent touch, but, Izana was no longer hesitant about wanting to fuck you right there. "You're a fucking good girl" He whispered.

"P-please, Izana, stop." You said as he kissed your neck and caresse your breasts. "I'm just teaching Kakucho, be quiet, hmm?" He responded, forcing your waist even more on his member that was showing through his pants. "Please, Izana, s-stop."

"Stop, Izana, she's not enjoying it." Kakucho said right away, even though seeing you letting out a few moans made him really excited, the brunette was still careful not to leave you exposed. "Everyone is looking at this shit, control yourself, Izana."

"What the fuck?! I can't do anything at this fucking party." Izana said, leaving you aside and getting up, leaving you, your friend and Kakucho alone. "You know what? I'm going for a walk, stay there."

"I'll go after him." You said, but just as you were about to get up, Kakucho pulled you back.

"He's angry and drunk, it's better to let him calm down." Kakucho spoke in a serious tone, seeming increasingly uncomfortable being in that place.

After a while, your friend ended up leaving to get some drinks on the other side of the party, you found that line strange precisely because you were sitting next to a bar, even so, you ended up not giving it much importance since you were worried about Izana, but, both of your delays started to bother you, so, ignoring Kakucho's speech, you went looking for your boyfriend, walking around the room, you looked for him, when you realized that you wouldn't find him on the main floor, you went up the staircase, finding Kokonoi along with a blonde boy who had a scar on his face.

"Are you looking for Izana? He just entered the room with a weird girl." Kokonoi said, you felt bad for breaking the mood between the two boys when you noticed that the blonde had recent hickeys all over his neck, but knowing that Izana entered a room with a girl automatically made you look at the facts and connect the points in your mind.

"Open the fucking door Izana, I know you're there!" You knocked on the same door until you realized it was open, entering without thinking twice. "What the fuck, do you think I'm so stupid?"

"You're a bastard, Izana, a fucking bastard." As soon as you saw your boyfriend and your best friend together in that damn room, you said. "What kind of friend are you, you fucking bitch?" At that moment, you just went at the two of them, but Izana held you and put you against the wall. "Shut the fuck up, you didn't want to give it to me, but your friend did, glad to know?"

"No scandal, bitch, I don't have the patience for your stupid drama." He said in a full threatening tone, holding your neck hard enough to leave marks, in thatand the moment he let you go, you ran out of the room while Izana just locked the door.

"What's wrong, girl? Are you crying?" Kokonoi said when he saw you crying coming back down the hall, so you just hugged him. "Wha-"

"What the fuck? What happened?" He spoke, trying to understand what was happening.

"Stop being insensitive, Koko! Can't you see she's hurt?" The blonde boy gently pulled you and made you sit on the floor.

"W-Was Izana the one who did that to your neck?" Kokonoi questioned, looking at the wound on his neck with a look of emptiness and concern at the same time. "Fuck."

"C-calm down, are you alone?" The blonde questioned, even though he had never seen you before, he seemed completely worried about your condition, comforting you with a hug, he looked at Kokonoi with the same concern.

"She came with Izana, Kakucho must be responsible for her." Hajime said, still observing all the confusion.

"Then go get him, Koko!" The boy spoke in a serious tone, then Kokonoi went downstairs and went to look for Kakucho.

After walking through the entire hall, Kokonoi saw Kakucho sitting alone next to the bar.

"Kakucho? Come with me now and don't you dare question me why." He said the same thing, approaching Kakucho, who just followed him, thinking that Izana was feeling sick because he had drunk so much.

As soon as Kakucho realized that you were there on the floor crying uncontrollably while Inui hugged you, he felt terrible for letting you go after Izana. "What the fuck is going on? What happened to her? Holy shi-" He became even more worried when he saw your neck.

"You better get her out of here." Inui spoke, moving your hair away from the wound and making it even more visible.

Kakucho bent down and tried to get closer to you, but at that moment, you felt like you couldn't trust him.

"Get away from me!" Tightening your hug to Inui even tighter, you screamed amidst the insistent crying.

"What did they do to her? Izana? ...Shit" Kakucho walked away, looking at Kokonoi and questioning.

"It was Izana's son of a bitch! I don't doubt he hit her." Hajime replied with his head down.

"...He's... A traitor... He's a fucking psychopath." In a low tone, you repeated yourself several times, making the three boys feel even more worried.

"Look at me, I want to help you." Kakucho whispered. "No one is going to hurt you, but you need to calm down." Inui said right after, helping you get up.

"He's your fucking best friend! He is, you knew... I know you knew!" You said again to Kakucho.

"I don't agree with all the shit Izana does, come on, I'll take you somewhere more private." He responded immediately, holding your hand and helping you stay upright.

"Take good care of her, Kakucho, that's the only thing I'll ask of you." Kokonoi gave his last line while Kakucho walked you down the stairs without attracting much attention.

Kakucho definitely didn't want anyone to see you in that state, so he took you to the garden of the house where there was no one, the boy made you sit on the bench and genuinely hugged you even though he knew you were mad at him because of Izana.

"...You're shaking." Kakucho said in a shaky and worried voice.

"I'm sorry so sorry for being rude to you, Kakucho..." Lowering your head and giving in to the hug, you realized that Kakucho was also naive in the whole damn story.

"I-it's okay... I don't want to see you cry, do you want me to take you home?" He walked away for a moment, being careful not to hurt you further.

"K-kakucho..."

"What happened? Does it hurt a lot? I can take you to the doctor, I-I... I don't know." He looked at you worriedly.

"...Izana never liked me, did he?"

"It doesn't matter now! I... I don't know if Izana likes you, but...I do."

"What do you mean, "but I do?"

"Forget about this shit, let's go home, I'll try to take care of you."

"D-did you always like me? What?"

"[Name]... Stop it... I don't want to get in trouble."

"...K-kakucho? Tell me now."

"He's my best friend, I can't, you understand?"

"I'm nothing to him... You know that."

"Fuck this shit..." He said a little before he ended up kissing you, Kakucho honestly wasn't like Izana, you never felt so loved in such a short time with just one kiss.

"Fuck! I'm sorry..."

"Oh? It's okay Kaku..."

"...I'll take you home."

"P-please stay with me for at least tonight."

"I wouldn't leave you alone even if I wanted to..."

It's over

[sadly-in-active]

Random headcanons (forgot what number was on): Longan Dragon

TW: Probably mentions of blood jam loss, no Longan is not aroace but I respect the hc, swearing, nothing with sex don't be afraid bbg

Did I mention that I love Longan

Not proofread because it is 11 pm as I am typing this shit out

If you've seen my headcanons before, you should know that I think Longan paints.

And this goes more deeper into the topic of being physically unable to make a self-portrait of themself or draw themself next to their brethren.

Longan Dragon despises the fact that things will never go back to when it was just Dragons who roamed the lands n stuff.

They can't fucking paint themself next to a happy memory of their fellow dragons because they know that any future they could've had that would look like that is already crumbled to dust. :(

so there is many paintings of the rest of the dragons smiling or having fun while Longan is just gone

Probably saw a future where all of the dragons died horrible deaths and had a whole ass breakdown

This is so ooc god help me

But still

How would anyone know what this enigma does in private?

They probably don't focus on a single being anymore

It's like looking at the full tapestry instead of a single stitch.

Speaking of a breakdown, Lychee probably saw it

And since both of them are probably ass at both comforting and receiving genuine comfort, it was so damn awkward haha

Anyways I think Longan has very nice hair care

Probably tried to curl it once in their youth and never tried it again because dragons aren't fucking hair stylists :3

Probably is attached to all the other dragons in their own way because did yo see how they still gave Pitaya and Ananas ANOTHER chance to join them???

Sleeps like a cat

Longan has a lavish bed and cold marble flooring. Which do they use?

Both, only the bed when they feel particularly bad

Prefers cold and smooth flooring

Somehow they keep getting Lychee jumpscared

Like- Longan could just be standing somewhere and then Lychee turned I the corner and is like "DUDE WTF-"

Longan doesn't even know how that happens sometime

God this is too much save me

They were probably so sweet as a lil hatching please agree with me

No thought head empty ahh

Okay I'm done now and if I see this make sure to like an subscribe or else Abalone Cookie and Stink-Eye Tortuca are coming to you live

[imavikingo]

Steve Rogers was a lot of things, but a two faced son-of-a-bitch he was not, have some respect for his mother Sarah. Thank you very much.

What he was though, is a liar.

He has lied plenty, more times than he can even remember.

Every time he arrived home with a new bruise before his mom, and stayed in his room until she was gone again he said he was A-ok, only tired.

All the times Bucky asked if he was fine after a fight, and if he was having fun after another rejection by a pretty dame. He said he was just peachy.

When he was on death’s door he said it was nothing.

He lied more than what he was willing to admit (Steve from New Jersey ring a bell?)

Every time people expected him to be the ideal man with a plan, THE Captain America, he just faked a smile and performed how they wanted him to.

Lie, after lie, fake smile after fake smile.

He was so tired of pretending. At least he used to lie for better reasons before, and for himself.

He was what they needed him to be now, and more times than not people didn’t need Steve.

No one seemed to see HIM after being defrosted either: Steven Grant Rogers, the person behind Captain America. They only saw what they wanted to see and expected to hear.

Thats why he didn’t try and be friends with his teammates after the New York incident. Thats why he let them do those shitty “educational videos” for high schoolers.

Thats why he stayed alone for the most part.

(Nick Fury didn’t let him be either, what an asshole).

They needed him, they wanted him. But not really, right? Because Captain America is an ideal, a superhero. It isn’t HIM really.

Steve Rogers is only a man after all, tired, lonely, a sad man out of time.

Who would need HIM?

Thats why he tried to contact Peggy and have a somewhat relationship with her again. He didn’t care if it was based on “what ifs” at this point and that she was old. He needed something, someone from his past, anything at this point that made him feel like Steven Grant Rogers, human again. Maybe she would need him in some way?

Once he knew she couldn’t even remember him for the most part, he went back to square one.

He missed her, the old her. The strong independent woman that she was, and sometimes he lamented the fact he didn’t give her the coordinates in time. Maybe he would have had a good life with her by his side. If he only loved her so…

Maybe he wouldn’t feel like dying in this new scary and terrifying world every single day.

Thats why he came back alive when he saw Bucky again.

Bucky was his home, his everything, always was, always will be. He never thought he would have another chance to be near him again.

So he once again became Steve Rogers. Sure before Buck he was friendly with Sam and he had a cordial relationship with Nat. But after knowing of Bucky’s existence in the present (he’s alive, he’s here) did he became friends with them.

He fought with tooth and nails for Bucky, because he wouldn’t let anyone tear them apart again. Not even the man himself (not matter what Sam said about co-dependency. What did he knew anyways?)

When Buck wanted to stay in cryo Steve wanted to scream and cry in his face. But didn’t, because he knew Bucky needed it, needed to have his own choices and for them to be respected.

So once again he started to lie. He didn’t want to make his friends worry about him after all, he was fine. Bucky was the one that needed all the attention, not him.

Then… The battle of Wakanda happened and…

Never in a million years Steve would have thought he would lie to himself without knowing.But he did, and for literal years until present.

See? Steve didn’t know he was in love with his best friend until he lost him for the sixth fucking time. He knew he loved him, but not that he was in love with him. He didn’t realize, but even then he couldn’t admit it. He was terrified, so he replaced his name with Peggys, even on his mind.

That was safer, more “normal”. He knew people weren’t that homophobic anymore but… he wasn’t a regular Joe, right? No. That would be a disaster.

Even if he didn’t have the mantle of Captain America anymore, he was horrified. He didn’t even want to think about Bucky that way. So he started to lie to himself.

He has lied to everyone else for literal decades, what was lying to himself now?

And well… talking about deluding himself and lying… he couldn’t let himself think that Bucky and Sam were… they weren’t! They could change things, they needed to bring them back. Bring him back.

So they planned and they succeeded, for the most part (Only at the cost of one of his best friends and people he cared about).

Steve was so happy once he knew he had Bucky with him again (he’s fine, he’s alive). But he couldn’t forget about what he now knew about himself. And couldn’t let himself be distracted by any of that, after all there was also a hole Nat and Tony left on his heart, on everyone's hearts and lives (And Wanda wasn't stable anymore, he needed to fix that too).

He wanted to lie again, be comforting to Bucky, treasure him, but he only seemed awkward and cold. He was uncomfortable with his own feelings and on his own skin, and didn’t know what to do to fix things with Buck. (I love you, I'm in love with you please forgive me, I’m sorry).

So he once again fucked things up and tried to bring back Nat, Tony and Vision with him. Only… he didn’t discuss this with anyone else so he had no back up, nor help. No one knew of this plan of his after all.

He was on his own. On a prison cell for what it seems. (For the crimes of creating new alternatives timelines apparently, huh. Who would have thought that fighting and talking with himself from 2012 would lead him here. Trying to bring back the others didn’t help either).

This place was bare of anything recognizable, it was ugly and cold.

He was a man out of time once again.

Bucky probably hated him now, Sam too.

What a joke.

Everything was fucked up

For what they told him a “Skrull” (what is even that?) replaced him and everyone bought it, even Bucky. (And no, no no no... Bucky would notice, he would know!).

And would you believe it, he wasn’t the only fucker that was here too, huh. What a weird place.

So yes, Steve Rogers is a liar and a disaster…

and what a good companion that would be for Loki, the God of mischief, no?

So both tried their best to escape that fucked up prison.

Together.

[heavenlytouches]

Jon Snow- red snowflakes

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

GN reader

<3 (SFW)

TW!- mentions of wounds, nothing too graphic

Jon is hurt and you're the one to help him

Reader is a nurse at the Wall

Jon Snow

The wind howled outside as snowflakes danced through the air, their crystalline forms glistening in the dim light of the Wall’s narrow corridors.

You pulled on your thick, fur-lined gloves, making sure your cap was snug against your head. As a nurse stationed at the Wall, tending to the Night’s Watch was both your duty and your calling.

You had grown accustomed to the chill, but tonight the cold felt heavier, almost palpable.

With a soft sigh, you made your way to the infirmary. The stone walls echoed with the sound of your footsteps, a reminder of the solitude that often filled this place.

Most of the brothers were outside, braving the elements to keep the Wall secure from the threats that dwelled beyond it. But, you had a more immediate concern weighing on your mind: Jon Snow.

He had returned earlier that evening, his clothes muddied and torn, his breath visible against the frigid air.

You’d seen the grit and determination in his eyes as he led his men, but near the end of their mission, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had gone wrong. As you entered the infirmary, worry clawed at your heart.

“John?”

Your voice broke the silence, soft yet resonant.

He looked up from where he sat on the cot, his frame outlined against the flickering candlelight.

There he was, the man who had carved his name in tales of bravery and honor. Yet, beneath that stoic facade, there lay a vulnerability that only you seemed to notice, the shadows of weariness darkening his usually bright eyes.

“Hey...”

He replied, attempting to sound casual, but the tremor in his voice betrayed him. You stepped closer, taking a seat next to him, your presence a comforting balm in the chilly room.

“Let me see..”

You said gently, taking his arm to inspect the wound. A gash ran along his forearm, the crimson line still fresh and weeping, telling tales of a near-miss with an enemy blade.

“It’s nothing. Don't worry about it.”

He grumbled, trying to pull his arm away, but you held firm, looking up to meet his gaze. His cheeks were tinged with a rosy hue- not from the cold, but from the warmth of your concern.

“Jon, you’re hurt. This needs tending, or it could become infected.”

You offered him a reassuring smile, your heart swelling with compassion.

For a moment, his rough exterior faltered, and you saw the boy behind the man- the one who longed for care but hid it beneath layers of bravado.

“Fine, just… be quick about it.”

He relented, though his tone was more playful than angry, a hint of that familiar shyness seeping through.

With deft hands, you began cleaning the wound, your touch gentle but confident. You could feel him tense at first, but gradually, he relaxed, allowing you to work. You could feel the unspoken bond between you, thickening in the air like the snowfall outside.

“What would you do if I hadn’t come back?”

He asked suddenly, breaking the silence. His voice lowered, and the question hung heavy between you.

“I’d be worried sick..”

You admitted, pouring a touch of antiseptic onto a cloth and dabbing his injury carefully.

“You’re important to me, John. Not just as a soldier but as a friend.”

His gaze flicked toward yours, something electric passing between you.

“Not a soldier?”

He echoed, though it sounded more like a question than a statement. His dark brows furrowed, and you could see the uncertainty that clouded his features.

You looked down, taking a deep breath as you finished bandaging his arm.

“You’re more than that, really. I care about you. A lot.”

The words slipped out before you could tame them, vulnerable yet liberating.

For a moment, silence enveloped you both, and Jon’s cheeks flushed crimson. He seemed to struggle with the right response, his manly demeanor crumbling beneath the weight of raw emotion.

“I—uh… I care about you too.”

He stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

As if the weight of the world had been lifted, his gruff exterior melted away momentarily, revealing the soft-hearted man you’d always seen.

You managed a shy smile back at him, and in that instant, two souls connected over the snowy night- a unique blend of warmth amid the cold that surrounded the Wall.

“See? It wasn’t so bad.”

You teased, trying to lighten the mood and drawing a small chuckle from him.

“Now, what would you like? A cup of broth to warm you up?”

“Aye, that would be nice.”

He said, his earlier gruffness returning somewhat, but there was an unmistakable softness in his tone.

“Thank you. For everything.”

You stood to fetch a bowl, your heart buoyed by the exchange. When you returned with steaming broth, Jon had settled back against the wall, his expression still contemplative.

“You really do care for us, don’t you?”

His voice was a gentle murmur as he took the bowl from your hands, your fingers brushing against each other for a fleeting moment.

“It’s what I do.”

You replied, barely able to suppress a smile.

“You all fight so bravely for the realm. It’s only right that someone looks after you.”

He took a sip, the warmth spreading across his face.

“You’re different from the others.”

He said suddenly, sincerity lacing his words.

“You make this place feel… less lonely.”

That moment-wrapped in warmth on a bitterly cold night- felt sacred. Your heart ached with the sincerity of it, the beauty of a connection forged from shared moments of care and vulnerability.

“Do you ever think of what life would be like beyond the Wall?”

You asked, drawn into a deeper conversation. For hours, you sat together, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s company, discussing dreams, fears, and the whims of a world beyond your reach.

As the snow continued to fall outside, blanketing the night in its icy embrace, the fire between you began to spark.

Moments of laughter interspersed with hushed confessions created a bubble of intimacy that felt like home. And though the dark and dangerous world lay just beyond, within the walls of the infirmary, love began to bloom against the backdrop of the coldest night.

His hand brushed against yours as he spoke, igniting heat beneath your skin and pulling you closer. That night at the Wall, beyond the gruff exterior of Jon Snow, a tender bond flourished- one that promised something beautiful amidst the cold and darkness.

Hear-ye! Hear-ye! Finally GOT posting!! I adore this one, I might sound egoistic rn TwT Hope y'all liked it too <3

I can write anything for any character babes and don’t forget- requests are always open and welcome <33

I love you guys so much

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)