#lighthearted

[sleeby-bunny]

goddamn gender inflation, can’t have shit these days

[bamsara]

as soon as the disorders stop disordering and the disability stops debilitating I will be so unstoppable powerful forever

[obscuretobyfox]

Toby Fox has never done a single god damned thing right in his entire career

[aventurineswife]

Kisses and Kisses everywhere!!

Summary: Asking your partner to choose a number between 1 to 50, but little do they know a surprise awaits!

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Blade x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Established Relationship, Light Hearted, Playful Banter, Romance, Intimacy (Kissing).

A/N: HOPE YOU LOVE IT!! 🫶💖

[First req]

Dan Heng

You sat across from Dan Heng in the tranquil ambiance of the Astral Express, the gentle hum of the engine offering a sense of calm. “Pick a number between 1 to 50.” you said, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

“Why do you want me to do that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and caution in his voice.

“No reason at all. Just indulge me,” you replied, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

After a moment's hesitation, he sighed, “22.”

With a teasing grin, you leaned closer, whispering, “Okay, here we go.” You pressed your lips against his cheek, counting softly—one, two, three… His cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his growing discomfort mixed with delight.

When you reached twenty-two, you paused, gazing into his eyes. “Was that so bad?” you teased.

Dan Heng let out a small sigh, a hint of a smile gracing his lips. “Perhaps not...” he admitted, the warmth of your kisses lingering between you.

Blade

In the dimly lit hideout, Blade leaned against the wall, a rare stillness enveloping you both. “Pick a number between 1 and 50.” you suggested, mischief glimmering in your eyes.

He regarded you skeptically, arms crossed. “What’s the catch?”

“None. Just play along.”

After a moment of contemplation, he shrugged. “Fine. I’ll pick… 17.”

With a grin, you stepped closer, your heart racing with excitement. You pressed your lips against his, counting softly—one, two, three… His eyes widened in surprise, the hardened edges of his demeanor softening with each kiss.

By the time you reached seventeen, he pulled you close, capturing your lips in a deep kiss, his hands firm on your waist. “You shouldn’t toy with a weapon.” he murmured, his smirk revealing how much he enjoyed the playful banter.

Aventurine

Aventurine sprawled on the couch, casually flipping through a magazine, his eyes sparkling with mischief. You plopped down beside him, nudging him playfully. “Pick a number between 1 and 50!”

He looked up, intrigued. “Why should I?”

“Because I said so! Just trust me.”

“Fine, let’s go with… 29.”

With a confident grin, you leaned in, capturing his attention. You pressed your lips against his, counting softly—one, two, three…

As you reached twenty-nine, Aventurine chuckled, his playful demeanor shining through. “You’re quite bold, aren’t you?”

You winked, a teasing glint in your eyes. “You’ll have to keep up.”

He leaned in closer, his admiration evident. “I always do, love. Always.”

[chelledoggo]

this doll only points at cute people

...and this rabbit only points at gay people

[sunbabycentral]

If you aren't writing your Will Solace so anxious he could keel over at any minute out of stress, what are you even doing?

[luna-shadowbunny]

“Are we furries?” - Jimmy Solidarity

You are now 👍

[idliketobeatree]

"edwin falls first, charles falls harder" etc not to be blunt but the point is that they both fall at the speed of a dying star breaking through the planet's atmosphere and hitting the surface causing a massive earthquake along with leaving a crater the size of a small country. hope this helps

[archivedblog16]

I want a refund >:(

[nibmoss]

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[doodler16]

Stolas:

Also Stolas majority of season 1 and 2:

[phantomwithbreakfast]

⋆⁺₊❅. —— HAPPY HOLIDAYS! —— ⋆⁺₊❅.

Some fluff—lighthearted.

⋆⁺₊❅. ——————— ⋆⁺₊❅.

You were walking home, the snow falling gently around you, when you saw him—Phantom.

His white hair glowing faintly in the dim winter evening, his eyes like emerald embers in the cold. But tonight, there was something… different. A bright crimson Christmas hat sat askew on his head, and his entire body was wrapped in twinkling green lights, reflecting off the falling snow.

You paused, unsure whether to approach him or just keep walking. But something about the way he floated with legs crossed neatly, just inched above a bench—slightly hunched, murmuring to himself—made you stay. He didn’t seem like the invincible ghost boy everyone talked about. He looked… almost human.

“I’m so adorned, it’s ridiculous,” you heard him mutter, the words carrying a touch of sarcasm. “Like hanging twinkle lights on a wreck and calling it cheerful.”

A smile tugged at your lips despite yourself, though your heart ached at the sadness in his voice. You took a cautious step forward, the faint crunch of snow beneath your feet drawing his attention. His head snapped up, and for a moment, his glowing green eyes met yours.

“Oh! Uh, hi,” he said, startled, before giving you a small, sheepish wave with his left hand, which was tangled in the lights.

You froze.

His voice was soft and echoing—it made your heart flutter. You couldn’t say a word. You just stood there, feeling nervousness with a touch of shyness.

He tilted his head, studying you, and his expression softened into something warmer.

“Even though I hate Christmas…” he started, his tone playful but still tinged with something heavier. “I still wish you happy holidays.”

Those words made you smile, and you finally managed to respond.

“Yeah, for you too, Phantom.”

He smiled back, but there was something fragile about it—like it might crack if you looked too closely. He lowered his hand and fiddled with the lights, his gaze falling to the snow laying on the ground.

You took another step closer, your curiosity overtaking your nerves.

“Are you… okay?” you asked softly.

“I’m fine,” he said quickly, but his voice wavered, the faintest crack giving him away.

“You don’t really look… fine,” you said gently, feeling a pang of concern.

The burden in his expression, the way his fingers nervously twisted the lights—it sent a faint ache through your chest, a quiet kind of heartbreak.

He looked up at you again, his brows pulling together.

“Why would you think that?” he asked, his voice defensive but not unkind. “Is it the glowing lights? The festive hat? Or maybe the whole ghost thing?”

You laughed softly, his sarcasm breaking through some of your nervousness.

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “It’s just… I don’t know. I can see it. It’s like you’re carrying something. And because you said… you hate Christmas.”

He stared at you for a moment, his emerald eyes searching yours. Then, with a quiet sigh, he glanced down again.

“It’s not a big deal,” he mumbled, his voice softer now.

You took another careful step closer, closing the fragile distance, that you could see the faint glow of his aura reflected in your breath.

“It seems like a big deal,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

For a little moment, he didn’t say anything.

Then, slowly, he lifted his gaze to meet yours. His glowing eyes, catching the light of the falling snow, were so close now—brighter than you’d ever imagined, as if they could see straight through you.

“Why… why do you care?” he asked quietly, his voice soft but hesitant, almost vulnerable.

You felt your cheeks flush, the question catching you off guard.

“I uh—I just… I do,” you said, your voice trembling slightly. “I guess I just care because… it’s you.”

A faint smile touched his lips—not the trembling, fragile smile from before, but something more real.

“Thanks,” he said softly with an unfamiliar warmth.

You smiled back, your nerves melting away as the snow continued to fall around you.

In that tiny moment, it didn’t matter that he was a ghost���a hero. You felt like you really saw him—not Phantom, the ghost boy… but just… him.

“Why are you even out here?” he asked suddenly.

The echo of his voice still sent a shiver through you, but his tone wasn’t accusing—just curious, maybe a little wary.

“I… I was just heading home,” you said, your words coming out in a rush. “Family dinner. You know… holiday stuff.”

He nodded faintly, though his gaze dipped to the ground again, his fingers resuming their absent twisting of the lights.

“But… what about you?” you asked, the words rolling over your lips before you could stop them. “Why are you here, all… weirdly dressed up?”

His lips twitched into a half-smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Thought I’d try something new,” he said, his tone wry. “Blend in, maybe. Turns out, I’m still just… me.”

The quiet way he said it made your chest ache again. You hesitated, then spoke softly. “I think it suits you.”

His head shot up, his eyes widening slightly.

“What?”

“The lights,” you said quickly, feeling heat rise to your cheeks, your pulse quickening. “The hat, the whole… thing. It suits you.”

He just stared at you, and you worried you’d said something wrong. But then his expression softened, and the faintest color seemed to bloom across his pale face.

“Oh, right. Thanks, I guess,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

The short silence wasn’t awkward—it was warm, like the snow around you had suddenly stopped being cold. You didn’t know what possessed you, but you found yourself reaching out, your right fingers brushing against the strand of lights tangled around his wrist.

“Can I…?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

He blinked, looking at your hand, then back at you. Slowly, he nodded, and you gently untangled the strand, careful not to tug too hard. His skin—if you could call it that—felt cold and you couldn’t help the way your breath caught.

“There,” you said softly, holding up the freed strand. “That’s better.”

“Thanks,” he said again, his voice just above a echoed whisper.

When your eyes met his again, there was something different in his gaze. The sadness lingering in his reflective eyes was still there, but it was softer now, edged with something you couldn’t quite place.

“You’re not what I expected,” he said suddenly, his voice thoughtful.

“What do you mean?”

“Most people would’ve screamed. Or run. Or tried to… I don’t know… fight me.” He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “But you… you didn’t.”

“Well,” you said, your voice trembling with nervous warmth, “you’re not what I expected either.”

He tilted his head, his gaze curious.

“How so?”

“You’re, uh…” You hesitated, searching for the right words. “You’re more… human than I thought you’d be.”

For a long moment, he didn’t say anything. But then he smiled—a real, genuine smile this time, one that lit up his face almost as brightly as the aura around him.

After that, he softly chuckled.

“Maybe,” he said, still smiling. “But… you’re the first person who’s ever noticed.”

You felt your cheeks flush, your heart skipping a beat as his gaze lingered on you. It felt like the rest of the world had faded away.

You shifted slightly, watching as Phantom tilted his head back to glance up at the falling snow, soft—wistful.

“It’s funny,” he murmured, his voice so quiet it felt like he was speaking more to himself than to you. “Snow looks so… peaceful. Like it could cover everything bad in the world and make it go away. But it doesn’t. It just hides it for a while.”

The sadness in his voice tugged at you again, a hollow ache settling in your chest.

“But maybe,” you said softly, “even if it doesn’t make the bad things go away, it can still make things… beautiful. At least for a little while.”

He glanced at you, his glowing eyes narrowing slightly in thought. He said nothing, and you wondered if you’d overstepped. But then he smiled—a small, crooked smile.

“You really think that?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yeah. I do.”

He held your gaze for a long moment, and something in his expression shifted. It wasn’t just sadness anymore—it was something gentler, something vulnerable.

“You’re really… different,” he said finally, “In a good way.”

You felt your cheeks flush again at his words, a warmth spreading through you despite the cold.

“So are you,” you murmured, barely loud enough for him to hear.

His smile grew slightly more, but before he could say anything else, a sudden gust of wind blew through the air, carrying with it a flurry of snowflakes. You shivered, pulling your jacket tighter around you, and Phantom’s expression shifted to something almost… protective.

“You’re freezing,” he said, frowning slightly. “Why are you even out here in the cold anyway?”

You hesitated, glancing down at your feet.

“I told you—I was heading home. But then I saw you, and I just…” You trailed off, unsure how to finish that sentence. How could you explain the pull you’d felt when you saw him, the way you couldn’t just walk past?

Phantom’s frown softened, and he glanced down at the lights still tangled around his arms and hands.

“Well,” he said after a moment, his voice lighter, almost teasing, “I guess I’m lucky you stopped. It’s not every day someone saves me from my own bad decorating skills.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound weaving through the flurry of snowflakes dancing in the air.

“I don’t know,” you said, grinning. “I think you pull it off.”

“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow, his smirk playful now. “You think the ghostly Christmas tree look is working for me?”

You nodded. “It’s definitely… unique,” you said, your voice warm.

He just looked at you, and the playful smirk softened into something quieter. “Thanks,” he said, his voice gentle. “For… you know. Staying.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” you replied, your words coming out a little softer than you expected. “I wanted to.”

Phantom’s expression grew thoughtful again. He landed with his feet on the ground and took a small step closer.

“I should probably let you get home,” he said, though he didn’t move to leave. “It’s freezing for you out here.”

“It is,” you admitted, though you weren’t ready for this to end. “But… I don’t mind.”

He smiled at that, it felt like the weight in his eyes had lifted just a little.

“Me neither,” he said quietly.

As the snow continued to fall around you, you realized you could stay in this moment forever.

“But really, you should go home,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “I don’t mind the cold—it’s kind of… my thing. You know, my core stuff.”

He didn’t mean it as a joke, but something about the awkward way he said it made you laugh anyway, the sound slipping out before you could stop yourself.

Your laughter rang out, catching him off guard. He blinked at you, his green eyes wide, and for a moment, he looked almost shy.

“What?” he asked, his lips twitching as though he might smile again.

“It’s just… the way you said that,” you managed between giggles. “Core stuff? Really? That’s what you’re going with?”

“Hey!” he said, his voice lifting, kind of mock-offended. “I thought it sounded cool. Ghostly. Mysterious. Y’know?”

You shook your head, still smiling, and he crossed his arms over his chest, pretending to pout. But then, just as you were about to reply, a gust of wind rushed past, carrying with it a drift of snowflakes.

A sharp cracking sound echoed harsh through the air, and your gaze snapped upward just in time to see a large branch, heavy with snow, splintering above you.

“Look out!” Phantom’s voice was sharp and urgent.

In a blur of white and cheerful lights, he rushed forward, his arms wrapping around you as he lifted you effortlessly off the ground. The world tilted, snow swirling around you in a dizzying haze, and you felt the rush of cold air as he carried you higher, away from the falling branch.

It crashed into the ground below with a dull thud, sending up a puff of snow, but you barely noticed. Your breath caught as you realized you were hovering in midair, his arms secure around your waist, his bright aura wrapping you in soft light.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice so close now, his concern evident as he looked down at you.

You nodded, your heart pounding from both the near-miss and the sudden realization of how close he was. “Y—yeah,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

The snow continued to fall around you, catching in his white-snow hair and glowing faintly in the light of his aura. His green eyes searched yours, and you felt warmth bloom in your chest despite the freezing air.

“You didn’t have to—” you started, but he cut you off with a small, crooked smile.

“Of course I did,” he said simply.

The honesty in his voice made your breath hitch, and you realized how much he cared—not only about saving people, but also you.

Slowly, he descended, lowering you gently back to the ground. His arms lingered for a moment longer than necessary before he finally stepped back, his aura fading slightly as he smiled down at you.

“You should really go home now,” he said softly, his tone teasing but warm. “Before I have to rescue you from something else.”

You laughed, your heart still racing, and nodded. “Okay. But… thank you.”

He shrugged, his smile turning lopsided. “It’s what I do.”

You hesitated, your gaze lingering on his for a moment longer, and then, impulsively, you reached out, brushing a bit of snow from his shoulder. His eyes widened slightly, and you swore you saw the faintest hint of a blush on his face.

“Happy holidays, Phantom,” you said softly, your voice filled with warmth.

“Happy holidays,” he replied, his voice quiet and echoed, but sincere.

And with that, he shot up into the air, disappearing into the swirling snowflakes. You stood there, your heart still fluttering, and smiled to yourself.

Maybe the holidays weren’t so bad after all this time.

——————— ⋆⁺₊❅.

🎵 “I want you to know, that I’m never leaving, ‘cause I’m Mister Snow, ‘til death will be freezing. You are my home, my home for all seasons, so come on, lets go. — My snowman and me.” 🎵

——————— ⋆⁺₊❅.

Some fluff? I don’t know. First time trying the you-POV (second person). Written in the quiet hours when I should’ve been sleeping… insomnia is kicking hard.

——————— ⋆⁺₊❅.

Single shots from the art:

I was a bit lazy with the line art again… but here we are. I think I might be getting closer to finding my style—though I’m not entirely sure yet. If I weren’t feeling so lazy and depressed at the moment, I know this could’ve turned out better…

[aventurineswife]

Hi! Could you write anything about Dan Heng's S/O making him laugh and/or smile brightly? Like, not his usual quiet chuckle and a small smile but full on laugh and a wide smile, almost a grin. (I hope it makes sense) And the reader is in awe because they've never seen Dan Heng like that and it feels almost like they're falling in love all over again.

Please and thank you.

“You make me feel like I’m falling in love again”

Summary: While aboard the Astral Express, you attempt to make Dan Heng laugh by introducing a silly plush toy into the mix. To your surprise, you manage to get a full-on laugh and a wide, rare smile from him—something you’ve never seen before. In that moment, you’re reminded of the side of him that is soft and open, and you feel like you’re falling in love with him all over again.

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Fluff, Humor, Lighthearted, Character Development, Soft Dan Heng, Rare Smile, Falling in Love over again (I love this trope or whatever it is called 🥺🫶), Established Relationship.

The Astral Express was quiet as it usually was, with the faint hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of paper filling the otherwise calm air. The crew had settled into their usual places, each person wrapped in their own thoughts. You were in the small lounge area, leaning against the table, watching Dan Heng out of the corner of your eye as he sat nearby, quietly reading a book.

You couldn’t help but notice how serene he looked, his usual calm expression ever-present as he read, the only movement being the occasional flick of his page. Despite his calm exterior, there was always something slightly distant about him—a wall he kept firmly up between himself and the rest of the world. It was rare to see him genuinely smile, let alone laugh.

You smiled to yourself, thinking of how long you’d been by his side. You'd seen glimpses of the softer sides of him: the fleeting smiles, the small chuckles that escaped him from time to time, but never anything too intense. He was always so composed, so controlled.

That thought lingered in your mind, and suddenly, an idea struck. You'd seen him smile during small, quiet moments, so what if you could bring out something a little more? You glanced around the room, eyes darting over the pile of old, strange items that had been accumulating near the engine, the odd trinkets that the crew had picked up on their travels. One in particular caught your attention—a small, colorful plush toy that someone (read: March 7th) had left on a nearby shelf.

It wasn’t the most elegant thing, but it was silly and bright, a stark contrast to the usual serious air Dan Heng carried with him. You took a deep breath and decided to go for it.

You quietly reached for the plush toy, sneaking up behind Dan Heng, who was still engrossed in his book. You held the toy up in front of your face, and with a dramatic voice, you declared, “What do you think of my new companion, Sir Cloud-Piercer?”

Dan Heng didn’t respond immediately, his focus still on the book in front of him. But you didn’t give up. You tilted the toy in different directions, trying your best to make the little creature appear as absurdly serious as possible. "It’s very well-behaved, but its skills in battle are questionable," you added, your voice adopting a mock-serious tone.

The silence in the room stretched for a beat, and then, without warning, Dan Heng’s eyes flicked toward you. He blinked, and then—almost imperceptibly—a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. But you didn’t stop. You held the plush higher, waggling it a little. “I’m thinking of naming it ‘Sir Fluffington,’ what do you think?”

And then, to your complete surprise, Dan Heng let out a laugh.

It was loud—louder than you had ever heard him, a sound so unexpected that it caught you off guard. His laugh wasn’t quiet, the usual chuckle he gave when something amused him. This was different. This was genuine, almost free, the kind of laugh you only hear when someone truly feels at ease. His eyes sparkled in that rare way, and his usual controlled demeanor seemed to soften, even for just a moment.

And then came the smile. Not the reserved, small smile you were used to, but a wide, unguarded grin that seemed to stretch from ear to ear, a rare display of warmth you hadn't quite witnessed before. His eyes crinkled with amusement, and for a split second, you felt like you were seeing him for the first time—truly seeing him.

You were frozen for a second, taking in the sight of him. The way his expression was so open, so unburdened, it made your heart flutter in your chest. It was like you were falling in love with him all over again. This side of him, so raw and real, was something you didn’t see every day, and it made your stomach twist with happiness.

Dan Heng noticed your expression, his grin faltering slightly as he saw the awe in your eyes. “I didn’t realize you could be so... ridiculous,” he said, his voice still holding the remnants of laughter.

You could only shake your head, a wide smile breaking across your own face. “I’m just glad I could make you laugh like that,” you admitted, your voice a little softer now. “It’s rare to see you so... carefree.”

Dan Heng hesitated for a moment, his expression softening again. “I suppose it’s because I’m with you.” His voice was quieter, and though his smile was more subdued now, the sincerity in it made your heart skip a beat.

You walked over and sat beside him, the plush toy still clutched in your hands. “I never thought I’d get to see you like this,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Dan Heng didn’t say anything for a moment, but his arm brushed against yours as he leaned a little closer, a quiet acknowledgment of your words. The air between you was calm, but it held something deeper now—a connection that was more open than it had been before.

And for once, in this small, quiet moment, you knew that no matter the past or the shadows that haunted him, there was a light in Dan Heng, a warmth he only shared with those he trusted. And you, right now, were one of those people.

You smiled to yourself, watching him as he turned his attention back to the book, but you knew something had shifted, and it made your heart swell.

No, you weren’t just falling in love again. You had already fallen, deeper than before.

[teehee-vibes]

Hi guys. I’m behind on JRWI-Tober. Here’s my progress so far.

1) Riptide

2) Fave PC

3) Fave NPC

4) Campaign swap

[hiroshotreplica]

mutual had a horrible idea