#i'm so sleepy rn

[stupidhany]

old art part 2

I have a heavy HEAVY need to redraw this one

[mochinon-yah]

I just wanted to draw smth and... yeah this happened

[kiskisur]

Hihii, I just read the Childe x Pierro’s son! Reader

I was wondering if I could request a somewhat angstier version based on Rewrite the Stars?

like reader is immortal while Childe isn’t as well as the situation they’re in due to their positions?

we're not meant to be..

warnings: angst, male!reader x childe, reader is referred as [name], no specific pronouns, (name) is pierro's son, childe died 🥰

note: omfg this is- HELP 😭😭 honestly I don't know if you're referring to something (which I do not know) or it's the song so I'll guess the song? If not please do tell me <3 I'd fix it right away!

edited note: I'm a lot sleepy than usual rn so maybe there's some incorrect things but like slayed ig

IMPORTANT <- must read

there was always this ginger guy who admired you, eyeing you whenever he had the chance and always tried to excuse his way just to get close to you.

you liked him but the thing is.. you're not meant to be.

giggles and laughs could be heard from the distance, approaching childe spotted you with someone and smiled

"well if it isn't my babes!" he whistled, walking towards you and the person who was now shocked to see the 11th fatui harbinger himself.

"what do you want, childe?" you hum in response when he stepped behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him and burying his face on the crook of your neck.

"oh come onn.. is it bad to see the love of my life?" he teased, his voice dropping to a seductive tone before chuckling and smiling widely. "besides, your father told me to give you this~"

he handed you a small piece of paper causing you to giggle and take the letter, opening it you saw a small piece of flower inside with a letter

"another mission.." you let out a frustrated sigh, noticing childe pressed his body against yours, a smirk plastered in his face

"I meann.. I can help you relieve some stress if you wanna, I am good at fucki-" he was cut off by you throwing the paper on his paper and hurrying away causing him to laugh and chase after you "get back here, (name)!!"

tears fill your eyes, shaking your head while you try to stop the blood from spilling out of his large wound

"no! you'll survive I know it! please, please don't leave me!" you yelled, frowning your eyebrows and sniffling as he coughed out and reached out to your face

"hey don't c-cry, (name). please you know I don't like that.." he spoke softly, his eyes teary as he tried his best to reassure you and not make you cry again.

"are you fucking crazy, tartaglia!?" he let out a small chuckle, shrugging before his knees weakened and fell to the ground, making you kneel down immediately and place his head on your lap

"don't leave me, please.. I-I can't live without you." you whisper, stroking his hair before sobbing and staring at his eyes

his heart shattered seeing you cry because of him, looking away and coughing out blood before he caressed your cheeks and shook his head

"I'm not leaving, I never will. but please.. can I ask a question..?" he smiled, his eyes half lidded staring back at your sobbing mess

you nod, wiping the tears off your face while he continued to caress your cheek lovingly "tell me. do you really love me?"

you tried your best not to break down, hiccuping and sniffling before you nodded again "I always loved you from the first time I met you.. you know we can't be together."

he sighed in relief, letting go of your cheek as he looked up at the sky with his eyes full of tears "do me one favor.. give this to teucer"

he reached out in his pocket and showed you a toy car, holding your hand and placing it in your palm. "If he ever tries to find me give this to him, please.."

he smiled once again, brushing the hair that was on your face away to get a better look of you.

"you know, you're.. gorgeous" you let out a small breathless laugh between your sobs, leaning to his touch and smiling softly "you always say that"

"It's true though, thank you a lot (name).." he whispered, closing his eyes and suddenly everything around you stopped.

you stare at his lifeless body, reaching out with hopes to feel the familiar comforting warmth that gives you butterflies only to receive coldness.

he's gone.

hundreds of years past and you still weren't able to move on from childe dying in your arms, sitting down on the same chair childe sat in while having a meeting with the harbingers

"we have a new member with us today, I wish you guys would be respectful and NOT scare them away." your father, pierro spoke. glancing at you before you scoffed and crossed your arms with a frown

"what's the point of having new member when they wouldn't even last a week? it's just pathetic!" you spat, standing up before pierro could protest and walked off

"hello?" you stop.

you turn around to find a familiar ginger haired guy, staring at you with his dull blue eyes before waving and smiling

"t-tartaglia..?" you stutter, walking towards him and reaching out to touch his cheeks as tears filled your eyes

"I'm sorry, who's tartaglia?"

[obamousse]

Osamu is the mighty boss of Onigiri Miya, resourceful, confident, efficient, a leader who takes no shit from horrible customers and will face unexpected problems head on. But sometimes, running a restaurant is so stressful. He was having a bad day, plagued by stress and pressure of servicing customers, keeping track of products and finances and employees on time. Even on his mind, he wonders and calculates and thinks how his business can be more successful and how to avoid losses. The next day, he broke down upon discovering he forgot to wash his laundry.

He woke up early, before Suna. As usual, before making breakfast, he would check his chores and the state of the house. Not that he didn't complete them the day before-

A basket of 2-weeks worth of dirty laundry, which he had promised himself to deal with yesterday.

God, was he so stuck up with dealing with restaurant problems? How could he forget such an important chore? Now how would he have clothes in store to wear? He already woke up hung-over with light sleep, and his forgetfulness of yesterday might just kill him.

He doesn't cry, he swear. Atsumu only saw him cry when they were kids. Osamu would shrug it off and move on, solving the problem as quick as possible before having a quick lunch and open Onigiri Miya on time.

And it feels so difficult. Waking up at 5, driving one hour to the city center, and opening the shop at 6, then go home at 11 to his husband at 12. His employees wonder how the boss could keep up such a scary lifestyle, and right now, Osamu wonders it too.

Meanwhile, Suna found himself lacking Osamu's warmth in the bed, and got up to find him. It was no surprise Osamu would wake up early and leave Suna completely in deep sleep. But he'd always kiss him before going to work silently.

Suna went outside, to see Osamu sitting and staring at the laundry. Chests heaving. Osamu was distressed. As he got closer to Osamu, he realized the man was crying silent tears. He wouldn't look up at Suna, but Suna knew.

But Suna was terrified too. For the first time Suna could recount, Osamu cried. He had never noticed him crying before, even though Osamu often asks him for comfort when he's down. Suna had doesn't know how to comfort someone when crying, and he's afraid he might hurt Osamu. But he has to do something, because he cannot let him cry like that.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I have to get ready for work."

"No. Really what's wrong? If it's about the laundry then I can do it for you. No need to beat yourself over that."

Suna shook his shoulders. Voice full of confidence. Not what he often does to comfort Osamu. Even holding Osamu's hands in his to maximize the effect.

"Fine. It's stress. Running the restaurant's hard, you know?"

"Then take a day off. Relax. I don't want you to cry again. Go to sleep, and you'll feel better after that."

"Promise?" Osamu looked up at him in teary and weary eyes.

Suna wasn't sure what he said was true, but he has to go through it. He wants to believe in it too.

"Promise."

"Thanks Rin, but I gotta go to work. They need me."

Suna guess he couldn't keep Osamu with him for too long before he'd be back at the restaurant, his work, his passion.

"But come back early, yeah. I want you to have a good night sleep." He said, dejectedly. He thought Osamu could stay with him and relax and take a day off work.

"Promise." Osamu wiped his tears, simply smiled and kissed Suna on the forehead as usual before leaving work. Now that's the familiar kiss before he goes to work. Suna went back to bed and tried to continue his sleep.

Osamu cries few tears, and for a few times. But he knows how to bounce back and carry on, with the right support. And one day, when the business gets better, he could allocate more time to his home and Sunarin.

[picspammer]

Are you a terrorist, general? They did not tell me the interview was with a lady I'm not a lady, I'm a journalist.

[piskelo10]

Man the word gay is so overused can we come up with a new word for it

Like "sclumpy" or "jingus" or "dicondiferous"

[happybird16]

I'm 5am to 2 pm on the 26th too then I immediately have to go to a family party

[roseadleyn]

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞 || 𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐮 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧.

a gift for @elychee!! this is not, by the way, part of my gifting-my-mutuals-badly-written-work event. this is just because ely slays <3

the strawberry tree title might seem odd, but i picked it for two reasons: one, it means esteem and love in the language of flowers (which technically includes non-flowering plants too) and two, because ely is sensitive to flower pollen so yeah <33

once again, i have failed ely with this.. can you tell where i started falling asleep? but either way,

i hope you all, and especially ely, enjoy alberu 💞

— rose.

activities — what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

alberu enjoys anything, but his favorite thing to do is cuddles in his library!! buried under mounds of blankets, darkness and chilly wind outside, reading aloud to each other, completely content and unmoving.

beauty — what do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

absolutely everything. he's such a huge simp for his s/o, and loves every part of them, inside and out. if he'd see his s/o struggling with insecurities, he'd literally shower them with love and reassurances, trying his level best to lift up their spirits.

comfort — how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

soft hugs and even softer words, giving you space if you need it and staying by your side at all times if wanted. he'll be worried but gentle, slowly letting you calm down on their own instead of forcing you into any specific state of mind.

dreams — how do they picture their future with their s/o?

alberu isn't particularly concerned about it as long as you're there. all he sees when he envisions his future with you is warmth — flowers, dancing, maybe a little kid. he doesn't know, doesn't care, if he has you by his side he'll be perfectly okay.

equal — are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

alberu is more of a switch, honestly. there are days where he takes the lead, touring you around town and generally being more adventurous. then there are also days in which he's tired and exhausted and wants you to take the reins (either way, he's adorable).

fight — would they easily forgive their s/o? how are they fighting?

he'd rather not fight with you. every time you two fight, he feels guilty and anxious, twisting and turning all night, like there's a constant knife in his side. however, if it is a serious fight, then just give him some space. he'll calm down and he'll forgive you — well, he'll almost always forgive you.

gratitude — how grateful are they in general? are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

he's overflowing with gratitude, for all the times he has a nightmare, or gets angry, or has a bad day; for you, since you always deal with it. for all your patience with him, he's really grateful.

honesty — do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? or do they share everything?

nothing major. just small embarrassing tidbits that Cale tells you anyways so 🤷‍♀️ this is because he wouldn't hide anything from you since he likes talking about his day with you, and listening about yours.

inspiration — did their s/o change them somehow, or was it the other way around? for example, trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

alberu has helped you become a bit more level headed, to step back and view a seemingly large crisis as a minor issue. in his point of view, you've taught him to stop using silvery words around people to use them, to try out things he hasn't before, and generally both of you have helped each other. he wouldn't have it any other way.

jealousy — do they get jealous easily? how do they handle it?

he does get jealous, (not that easily either) but he normally doesn't act on it unless he can see that you're uncomfortable. then he guides you away with a firm but gentle hand on your waist, and a cold glare to the person that was bothering you a few minutes ago.

kiss — are they a good kisser? how was the first kiss?

he's clumsy but soft, a hand on your cheek and another on your waist, completely losing himself for a few blissful minutes <33

the first kiss was so featherlight, so tender and sweet that you could cry just thinking about it. his hands, interlinked with yours, his larger frame pressed against your smaller one, the two of you off in your own little world.

love confession — how would they confess to their s/o?

literally a scene straight from an anime. flushed red cheeks, fancy restaurant, causal hand-holding, simple and sweet. you can see the fear of rejection in his heart, but all this effort makes your heart break with how adorable he's being. don't you dare say no i am holding you on gunpoint.

marriage - do they want to get married? if so, how would they propose? what would the wedding, and marriage afterwards, be like?

since he's of such high status, he cannot just keep courting you forever. his proposal would be somewhere solitary, isolated, where you two are alone, and the wedding.. well, he'll let you pick. he's fine with whatever as long as you're happy.

and if you ask about married life, well... sleeping in late, cuddles, forehead kisses forehead kisses are so intimate i'm gonna cry, just peaceful and serene all around.

nicknames — what do they call their s/o?

old, classic nicknames, like 'love' or 'darling', but occasionally adds small words in front to tease. for example, 'little love', 'pretty sweetheart' etc. but he also loves calling you by your name, loves how easily it rolls off of his tongue, like second nature.

on cloud nine - what are they like when they are in love? is it clear that they are in love for others? how do they express their feelings?

oh my goodness. he's been driving cale mad with his lovesick rambles about you. and it's not just cale, everybody notices the spring in his step and pink blush on his cheeks everytime he interacts with you. he's just.. it's like puppy love, if you get what i mean.

pda - are they straightforward about their relationship? do they brag with their s/o in front of others? or are they rather shy to kiss, hug etc., when others are watching?

it depends, honestly. if he's feeling confident and cocky, then sure. he'll kiss you breathless, wrap you in his jacket when you're cold. and then there are those days where he won't start it but if you take the initiative and give him some soft affection, he'll melt.

quirk — do they have any random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship?

uhm, he's really good at setting the tone. his humor and uplifted spirit causes you to be cheerful in his presence as well, while when he's upset, you feel grief-stricken as well, smoothing back the fluffy blonde hair to wipe the tears from his eyes.

romance — how romantic are they? what would they do to make their s/o happy? are they cliché or rather creative?

he's.. uhm, he means well but he can be a bit cheesy at times. he'd do absolutely anything and everything to make you happy and he's a natural romantic, even if he's not really trying — his buttery words, soft gestures and the tender look in his eyes just make you go a deep shade of pink all over.

thrill - do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? or are they okay with a certain routine?

if you're more on the thrill seeking spectrum, that's okay, if you're on the calmer side, that's perfectly fine. he's alright with either and is the most supportive s/o ever, cheering you on through every high and low (mm cheerleader alberu).

understanding — how good do they know their partner? are they empathetic?

he knows you like the back of his hand — and most days can tell when you're upset. offers you silent comfort, rubbing circles on your hand and letting the world hold you two.

value — how important is the relationship to them? what is the worth of the relationship in comparison to other things in their life?

nothing is more important than you, nothing. no major battle, no important meeting, absolutely nothing. his relationship with you is his utmost priority — you're his utmost priority. always, no matter what anyone else says.

wild card - random fluff headcanon!

alberu has a quiet way of making you feel better after a bad day. like, you could just come into you two's bedroom, silently fuming, and he'll take your face in his hands and just.. kiss you, let you feel better on your own, reveling in the time together.

xoxo — are they very affectionate? do they love to kiss and cuddle?

i already mentioned the pda part, but in private? he's the biggest cuddle bug ever, not letting you sleep at night or leave the bed in the mornings without his daily dose of cuddles. sulks if he doesn't get them.

yearning — how will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

immerses himself in work just so he can finish as quick as possible, and return to you. if it's a longer period of separation, he writes long, descriptive letters to you and just hopelessly daydreams (yes, i know all the angst potentials for 'missing their partner' but since this is a fluff alphabet i'll spare you guys).

zeal — are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? if so, what kind of lengths?

he's willing to do whatever. anything, if he gets to have you, happy and content by his side, then he'll do every arduous tasks assigned to him. anything, absolutely anything for you. he knows he loves you. maybe you do too.

—

tagging ; @parkykwho, @hmerus, @dxmoness, @nxccolo, @sidra-29, @cerisearan, @lady-navier0357, @giyuus0nlywife, @ylxntis / @ykassu, @dion-s-lawyer, @ithil-lucien, @that-one-pretty-bitch, and @d10nsaint.

[hanilessa]

i want to read some fic with a very clingy loving childe :(( something about childhood friends to lovers :( i really need this, please share similar fics with me

[r0bee]

JUST GOT MY FIRST TATTOOOOOOO

[umbrayon]

It's not even funny how much I need someone to pet and own me right now

[beedalee]

thanks for the riveting review on this dip pen ink, goldfish slayer007. i'm sold 💸🤝

[third-thepeacock]

IT'S NOVEMBER 3

SO THAT MEANS

CHRISTMAS

*Goes back to her eddsworld nutcracker au all of the sudden.*

[lewdcl0uds]

I just want someone to push my legs up to my shoulders and fuck me, is that too much to ask for

[yaminooo]

I wanna start writing here but school is eating my brain away (literally) I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS BUT I LITERALLY CANNOT OUT IT DOWN 💔💔💔 it might be because I'm not getting like enough sleep since I used to go to school in the evening and now that I'm entering a new grade it's morning school time so my brain is fried from getting like 4 hour sleep everyday and going to school for like 6-7 hours plus it's also ramadan and even though I can't fast yet (bcs I'm sick) it's taking every ounce of my energy to even stay awake at school 😔😔hopefully I'll be able to finally get my writing out and hopefully not get writers block the moment I'm used to the new schedule and have free time🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

byebye see u soon (hopefully)

[ethereal-night-fairy]

Gosh I'm so sorry for not responding to this. I was going through my reblogs and only realised now you reblogged!

But to make it up to my future wifey (I'm still waiting for a formal proposal) I'll write you a smutty drabble about one of their many nights spent on the ship.

Pesky anons and minors have been doing your head in right? Don't worry, I'll kiss it better (by writing you some pirate!Gaz fanfic and smut)

To the Edge of Chaos

Prologue

Pirate!Gaz x Female Reader

On the run you take refuge in an seedy tavern to evade watchful eyes. But fate may have it that you meet someone who may be able to help you out of your predicament.

Warnings: MDNI, Crude language, talks of beheadimg and murder.

To the Edge of Chaos

Masterlist

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“Did you hear!?”, the man next to you whispered. He must be a local if he's comfortable gossiping in a tavern like this. The smell of cheap alcohol was making you nauseous but this was the only safe place you could find for the time being.

“Everyone's heard by this stage”, the bar keep whispered back. “The city guards have been preventing people from talking about it since they announced the passing of the King. I heard they're going to behead her without trial.”

“I don't believe it for a second! Our princess would never do something like that!”

“Keep your voice down! They have ears all over the city”, the bar keep warned. But the bar was rowdy despite the news of the king's passing circulating. It felt like the city was celebrating, apart from a select few that is. You didn't realise how insignificant the royal family was in this part of the city. Though granted, the ports were often run by pirates these days despite the naval guard trying to stake their claim over the area.

You wonder where everything went wrong. It wasn't long ago that you were dressing as a servant boy to explore the city scape when you should have been studying. It seems that your selfishness has come to bite you in the ass. Had it not been for your uncle you would be on the road to your demise right now. You've only narrowly escaped death for the time being. No one knows how you'll fare tomorrow.

That's how you found yourself in one of the few places the city guards couldn't reach you. The loyalty of the people here lay with the outlaws, the reject, the outcasts. An ideal place to find a temporary identity or a completely new one if one wanted. The bar hummed with joy as the people guzzled their cheap rum and brandy. It tasted nothing like the refined wines you were raised on. Not that you had the luxury of being picky anymore. But at least you could enjoy the sweetness during these trying times.

“The king loved his daughter, why would she have any reason to kill him?”, the drunk patron drawled on despite the looks he was getting from the other patrons. The royal family really wasn't popular here. You scan your area staying on high alert, you couldn't have anyone mistaking you for someone who was supposed to be locked up and awaiting her death. You suppose sneaking out did pay off in this instance. You were so used to acting like a boy that it wasn't hard mimicking the mannerisms of the people around you. That and the disguise was good enough to fool the drunk for now. You just needed to get your hands on a more convincing ensemble if you wanted to survive.

“Aye no one cares that wee bastard is dead, Never done no good for the people like us! And his daughter too! Never even seen her face in public! Always hiding away in her big castle too full of herself to care about her people dying in the slums!”, a drunk man with an odd haircut shouts. Pirates. You watch the men around him laugh as they encourage him to keep going. The whole situation made you uneasy. Your reputation was horrible amongst the poor it seems.

“Good thing we'll finally see her head come off! Good riddance!”, you flinch as the man continues his rant stumbling as he tries to reach the bar for more alcohol. But someone from his group grabs him by the back of the neck before he can reach where you're sitting. Damn you wouldn't want to mess with his friend.

He was built like an oak tree. Not to mention his terrifying mask. You wouldn't be surprised if they called him the grim reaper. You remind yourself to keep away from those two. It's not long before the drunk man is hauled off outside while he airs out his lungs towards the person who was holding him like a pup. You watch as his crew boo and jeer the big man as he drags out the other to sober up.

Your eyes naturally drift back to the rowdy crowd who seemed at home in the tavern. Many women naturally draped themselves on the arms of the most handsome or the ones that looked like they had money. You couldn't blame them. They were quite handsome, you'll admit.

One man in particular caught your eye. His laugh was akin to the warmth of the setting sun. It stirs something in your heart but you push it down as soon as it surfaces. Now wasn't the time!

His dark sun kissed skin glowed under the light of their lanterns while multiple women tried and failed to monopolize his attention. Though you knew for a fact he enjoyed the commotion they were making for him. You could see it on his smug face and mischievous kohl covered eyes. They looked like pools of honey from where you sat. Stop it idiot! You need to focus!

It seemed the bearded man sitting next to him was also enjoying the attention he was receiving. They exchanged cigars as they continued to enjoy their drinks while the woman fawned for their undivided attention.

You study them for a bit before making up your mind. They'd do nicely. You needed money, and they looked like they had plenty to spare. You're sure they wouldn't mind a few coins missing. Though it was your first time stealing, it couldn't be that hard could it? A little flirting here, a little touching there and you'll have a couple coins in your purse in no time. They were drunk anyway. You just needed to get one of them alone somehow. But how?