#long haired flynn is quite pretty

[the-record]

☀️ i see the light ☀️

summary: ellie is just trying to hide from the guards when she stumbles apon a tower and a girl with really long hair.

pairing: flynn ryder!ellie williams x rapunzel!reader

warnings: non me things

a/n: i want to thank the oh so lovely @meowmeowtimw for sending me their gorgeous art, and also everyone who anticipated this fic. thank you so much for the love. also, first time doing a taglist, but let me know if you’d like to be added!

this is going to be done in parts bc my tumblr glitches and i dont want to lose any writing and delay this anymore! i have changed it up a bit from the movie to attempt to fit ellie as a character and not feel like im writing out the script but all the iconic moments will be included

you’re not quite sure how she ended up here. knocked out and stuffed in your wardrobe.

earlier, it had just been you and pascal. your mother out fetching ingredients for dinner, your birthday dinner.

she’d shut down your hopes and dreams of seeing the lights you saw every year for your birthday. she called them stars, made you feel fragile and weak. left with a half hearted goodbye.

thats when the girl showed up.

short auburn hair, climbing the tower with arrows. before you knew it, she was passed out on the floor, a frying pan in your hands.

in her bag though, that was the interesting piece. something gold and shiny, crystals decorating the circle. too big to be a bracelet, too beautiful to be a magnifying glass.

you and pascal jumped as your mother called up the tower, a surprise apparently. when you tried bringing up the lights once more, she’d simply laughed, brushing it off. you tried again, but gave up when she yelled, asking for paints.

she left, leaving you alone again. until you weren’t.

a girl, in your window.

now in your chair, tied up with pascal on her shoulder. he licked her ear, once, twice, three times before she jolted awake with a yell.

“what the hell?”

you took a deep breath, still hiding in a shadow.

“struggling… struggling is pointless.”

she looked around, taking in what was holding her down. was it, hair?

“i know why you’re here, and im not afraid of you.” slowly, you stepped into her view. “who are you, and how did you find me?”

“am i wrapped in hair?” the girl gawked at you, struggling under the wraps. “who am i? who are you? this is insane. this is kidnapping, just so you know.”

your face dropped. “you broke in first.”

“and you knocked me out and tied me up! with hair! who even has this much hair?” she groaned as she struggled.

“so you dont know who i am?” you whispered as you stepped closer.

she looked at you incredulously, “are you joking? of course not. can you let me out now?” you nodded as you stopped in front of her.

only now did you really notice her. short auburn hair, tied up at the back. green eyes that matched yours. freckles lining her nose and cheeks. lips slightly cracked and parted.

“ill let you out, if you promise me one thing.” she rolled her eyes but nodded. “every year, on my birthday, there are these lights. my mother told me they were stars, but ive tracked the stars for years.” you turned away and pulled back the curtain to your most recent painting. “they’re floating lights, and you are going to take me to them.” she hesitated but you quickly jumped in. “and if you don’t, say goodbye to your satchel.”

she sighed and relaxed into the chair. “alright, fine.” she smiled as your eyes lit up and you ran to her. “ill take you. but, we’re going my way.” you nodded excitedly as you untangled her from your hair. “and, im ellie by the way.”

“rapunzel.”

she shook out her limbs before standing. “rapunzel? pretty.”

“so you’ve really never been outside the tower before?”

ellie walked slightly ahead with her hands in her pockets, a small smile on her face. she said she knew a place to stop on your way to the kingdom.

you nodded as you took in everything. “she said it was too dangerous for me out here. that id get eaten alive.”

ellie frowned a bit as you spoke. you were definitely a bit ditzy, but smart. you weren’t naive but you noticed the good in everything you’d seen.

“so,” you pulled up beside ellie, nearly bumping her. “how did you find me?”

“i didn’t actually intend to.” she said, looking at you. “i was running, from… some very bad people, and i stumbled apon a pass in the woods. totally by accident. and when i went through it, there it was. the tower.” she watched as you nodded. “i figured id just, go up. i wasnt really thinking someone might be there.”

“obviously.” you teased.

she rolled her eyes, “alright whatever. i just needed somewhere to wait everyone out. and then you came out of nowhere and tried to maim me.”

you gasped, hitting her arm as she laughed. “i thought you were gonna hurt me! what was i supposed to do?”

“okay, fair enough.” you walked in silence for awhile, side by side, hands grazing.

ellie couldn’t help but feel a pull to you. you were kind, and funny. she hadn’t known you very long, but she knew she wanted to know more. and she couldn’t deny your beauty.

she was knocked out of her thoughts as you pointed to a sign in the distance.

snuggly duckling.

taglist: @urcherrr @onlinelesbo @diddiqueen @pedropascalsbbg @dinaismyfavmilf @madislayyy @ellieswilliamsgf @williamellieslilho @iove-bbb @swxxtbnny

[gh0stsp1d3r]

𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝒽𝒾𝓉 𝓂ℯ 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉!

Rapunzel!au :3 flynn rider!rafe. love this au sm actually

Rafe clutches the bag to his chest tightly, glancing around the dim cave he was currently hiding in. From a damn horse.

He sighed in relief when he heard it walk away, exiting the cave the opposite way he came in from. But what he saw was not what he expected at all.

He turned around to see a giant, tall tower. A waterfall behind it, and vines growing on top of the building like it’d been abandoned. He stared in awe, glancing behind him before going over to the tower.

His travel up the tower was rough, but he made it. He shut the window, breathing heavily and leaning against the wall, catching his breath and wiping his sweat off with his palm.

He opened up the bag finally, and before he could even get a good look, he was hit upside the head with a frying pan.

You screamed out of fear, not quite sure what to do now. You hid as if he would wake up. He didn’t, you soon realized. You walked closer again, holding the frying pan, and gently nudging the man’s face. Yup, definitely unconscious.

You looked at your pet lizard, pascal, as if he could even talk. He just stared right back at you. You moved the man’s face with the pan this time, turning it to the side. You moved his hair, examining his features as if he was some sort of ghost.

You put the pan down, interested and intrigued by the man in front of you. He had pretty hair, his skin seemed soft, and his lips were…

You snapped out of your thoughts when one of his eyes opened, you panicked, lifting the pan up and yelping as you hit his head again, shutting your eyes.

He was unconscious again, thankfully. You wrapped your long hair around him, using all the strength you had to pull him.

You ended up shoving him into a wardrobe, shutting it and leaving a chair against it, holding the pan out in front of you again.

“I’ve got a person.. in my closet.” You muttered, looking over to the mirror. “I’ve got a person… in my closet!” The realization dawned on you. “And she says I’m too weak to handle myself?” You talked to yourself, a smug smirk on your face.

Your eyes met something in the mirror, on the floor. The man’s bag. You picked it up, and picked up a crown out of it, looking at it.

“Huh.”

“Y/n!” You heard your mother shout from outside, you gasping and immediately putting the crown up, going to the window.

—

You took a deep breath, using your hair to open the door from afar. He fell face down onto the floor, you gasped and went over, and idea in your head.

You pulled his weight with your hair, he was currently tied up in your hair. Your chameleon hit the man with his tail, and then stuck his tongue in his ear when the man didn’t wake up.

He woke up after that, yelling and looking around. He furrowed an eyebrow, looking down at his lap and trying desperately to move his body and hands. He looked up at you, following your hair to you.

“Jesus…” he mumbled, looking at you all from far away, he could barely see you in the darkness. “Let me out! What the f-“ he jolted around in the chair.

“Struggling- struggling is pointless.” You told him, he furrowed his eyebrows, stopping his movements.

“This has gotta be some weird dream.” He mumbled to himself, watching you climb down from your spot. “Let me out! Swear to God, when I get out-“

You huffed, “I know why you’re here… and I’m not afraid of you.” You told him, holding the pan in front of you still.

“What?” He asked, watching you come into the light.

“Who are you? And how did you find me?” You asked him, he seemed to be in a bit of a daze. You were gorgeous, much more gorgeous than he expected a girl in a tower to be.

“Uh…”

“Who are you, and how did you find me?” You repeated, harsher, raising the pan above your head.

“Okay- can you put the… pan down and then I’ll talk?”

You didn’t reply and he sighed, clearing his throat.

“I don’t know who you are, lady, and I don’t know how I found you. Was just exploring before you hit me on the head and knocked me out. But may I just say…” he paused, making his best attempt at a flirty face. “Hi. How’s it going? My names rafe cameron.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, not amused. You scoffed, “who else knows my location… Rafe Cameron?” You asked, holding the pan to his face again, closer.

“Alright, dude-“

“Y/n.”

“Here’s the deal. I was in a situation, in the forest, I just happened to come across your tower and… f-“ he paused, glancing around when he realized he was missing his bag.

“Where’s my bag?” He asked you, panicked.

“I hid it. Somewhere you’ll never find it.”

He looked around the room again, for hiding spots. “It’s in that pot, isn’t it?” You hit him in the head again with the pan.

“Would you stop doing that?” He exclaimed when he woke up to the chameleons tongue in his ear again, watching it jump off and you standing smugly in front of him.

“Now I hid it where you won’t find it.”

He groaned, throwing his head back in the wooden chair. “Swear to god when I get out of here I’m knocking you out with that damn pan.”

“Me?! You’re the one who-“

“Well, you hit me first!” He complained like a child would.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring him as you began to circle him. “What do you want with my hair? To cut it?”

“What?!”

“Sell it?” You asked, putting the pan to his head again.

“No! Listen, the only thing I want to do with your hair to get outta it- literally and figuratively.”

“Wait…” you stopped moving, looking at him. “You don’t want my hair?”

“Why on earth would I want your hair? I was being chased, I saw the tower and I climbed it. End of story.”

“Are you telling the truth?” You asked, still holding the pan to his face.

“Yes.” He said, you slowly retracted the pan, looking at your chameleon who was now in your hand as you whispered to him.

“But what choice do I have?” You asked, hearing Rafe struggle in the chair again from behind you. You looked up, sighing. “Okay. Rafe cameron, I’m gonna offer you a deal.” You told him,

“Look this way.” You spoke, turning around, causing the chair to spin and fall, as you walked up to the mural you had painted, pulling back the curtains.

“Do you know what these are?” You asked, but when you turned, you saw his face smushed against the tile.

“The lantern thing they do for the princess?” He said nasally.

“Lanterns, I knew they weren’t stars.” You muttered to yourself. “Well, tomorrow, they’ll light the night sky with the… lanterns. You-“ you pointed the pan over to him, “will act as my guide, take me to the lanterns, and return me home. Then- and only then, will I return your bag to you. That’s my deal.”

“Yeah-“ he grunted, turning his body around yo turn the chair onto its side. “Not gonna happen, princess. The kingdom and I aren’t exactly on good terms right now, so I couldn’t take you anywhere if I wanted to.”

You hopped down, grabbing your hair and pulling it towards you. “Something brought you here,” his chair was pulled up. “Call it what you will, fate, destiny-“

“A literal horse?”

“But I made the decision to trust you-“ you spoke, inching closer to the man.

“A horrible decision, by the way.”

“But trust me when I tell you this..” you gripped your hair, forcing the chair forward, your arm holding it so that he looked up at you.

“You can tear this tower apart, brick by brick, but without my help you will never find your precious bag.” You spoke to him closely.

“Let me get this straight. I take you to see the lanterns, that you so badly wanna see for some reason, bring you back home and you’ll bring me back my bag?”

“Promise. And if I promise something, I never, ever break that promise.”

He furrowed an eyebrow, unconvinced.

“Ever.” You repeated.

He sighed in defeat. “Fine. I’ll take you to see the fuckin’ lanterns.”

“Really?!” You exclaimed out of excitement, your movement making him fall face first onto the hard tiles.

“Oops.” You mumbled, looking down at him.

“I think you broke my nose.” He whimpered out.

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I loved this sm and was so excited to get it out I didn’t wanna queue it

[hier--soir]

feb + mar + apr reads

norma jean baker of troy by anne carson [★★★★★]

"Sometimes I think language should cover its own eyes when it speaks."

"Is she human? Are you? Is she a beast out of control? There's so much danger. No human can become just a beast, you plunge beyond - beyond what? Remember Jack the Ripper? 'I'm down on whores and I shan't quit ripping them till I get buckled,' Jack wrote in a letter to the newspaper, September 18, 1888. He never did get buckled. Of course insane, his mind blooming with it, who could go down that rabbit-hole or unlock such a puzzle as Jack? - but still, the woman! the thing is! the woman has everything and you smile and you take some."

: ̗̀➛ an exploration of the lives and myths of marilyn monroe and helen of troy.

: ̗̀➛ anne carson is there anything you can't do? please email me back. please.

piglet by lottie hazell [★★★★]

"'I want to make some food,' she said. 'For both of us?' he asked. 'No, just for me.'"

: ̗̀➛ one woman, piglet, and the lead up to her wedding in the face of a big confession from her fiancé.

: ̗̀➛ this one slipped beneath my skin and writhed around the spot inside me where i've tucked away all of my food issues.

merciless gods by christos tsiolkas [★★]

"I'm scared that if I let go, not only the room, not only this city, but the whole world will go cold forever."

"Your false gods cannot save you. There is only one God, my God."

: ̗̀➛ short stories that bash you over the head with how awful things and people and places can be. i did not live for this one... particularly wasn't into the one where a guy jerked his dad who has alzheimers off.

foe by iain reid [★★]

"All day. Time keeps moving. I've always thought that was a good thing. Until recently. I'm not so sure now. Is it good? For time to go by fast?"

: ̗̀➛ they want to send junior to space and replace him with a robot that looks and acts and talks exactly like him so his wife has company in his absence.

: ̗̀➛ marriage and trust and complacency, and a guy called terrence who we get reminded over and over has long gorgeous hair.

: ̗̀➛ a little boring for my taste. i had an idea of where it was going pretty early on, and it took a while for me to be proven right. pretty disconcerting!

acts of desperation by megan nolan [★★★★]

"The need was a true and human part of me, but I could feel nothing else of myself to be true or human, and so the need seemed ungodly, an aberration."

: ̗̀➛ a book full of confession, desire, jealousy, violence, and power. messy messy messy!!!! readers procceed with caution.

: ̗̀➛ shout out to everyone who said i should read this - you were right, it is up my alley.

gone girl by gillian flynn [★★★★]

"My wife was no longer my wife but a razor-wire knot daring me to unloop her, and I was not up to the job with my thick, numb, nervous fingers. Country fingers. Flyover fingers untrained in the intricate, dangerous work of solving Amy. When I'd hold up the bloody stumps, she'd sigh and turn to her secret mental notebook on which she tallied all my deficiencies, forever noting disappointments, frailties, shortcomings."

: ̗̀➛ i have become a gillian flynn STAN this year, it's true. despite having seen the movie multiple times, i enjoyed reading this, and was delighted to find some differences in the texts [for better and for worse].

: ̗̀➛ nick dunne, big fan of the lie of omission, mama's boy whose mama is dead, i'd like to introduce you to couples therapy.

dead beautiful and life eternal by yvonne woon [reread] [★★★]

: ̗̀➛ the first two books in a paranormal romance trilogy. these kinda bang guys, i can't lie. 15-year-old me was onto something when she decided to keep these instead of donating them. however, they DO have some of the worst book covers i've ever seen, sorry yvonne.

fourth wing by rebecca yarros [★★★]

: ̗̀➛ a romantasy book that has dragons, smut, and twists that you'll see coming from a mile away. pretty fun. recced to me by one man in person and a thousand women on tik tok.

: ̗̀➛ no one who has the thought 'double standards for the win' is using 'whomever' in a casual sentence with the guy she's having sex with.

: ̗̀➛ good enemies to lovers should have actual murder attempts. but maybe that's jusT MY OPINION.

my book rating system is as follows:

★ = i felt pure contempt the entire time

★★ = yeah it's a book

★★★ = i liked it!

★★★★ = good fucking book, damn

★★★★★ = blew my dick clean off and i'll throw a tantrum if everyone i know doesn't also read it and love it

[iavulture]

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Finally, thank you Atlus for directly acknowledging this in his demon haunt dialogue

(Spoilers under cut, but if you're past at least the third area or don't mind spoilers, you can go right ahead to a long and hopefully interesting post!)

Which means that this...

(Above image I found in a Megaten reddit post, though I think it was originally from Pixiv?)

... Is actually acknowledged as a canon part of both Arioch's and Metatron's backstory! (Holy excited screeching)

I know I sound like I'm freaking out, but this is quite significant for a few reasons.

First off, SMTV is the first time both Arioch and Metatron are together in a mainline game, as Arioch was first introduced in SMTI (1992) (unless you count his appearance in Megami Tensei II (1990)), while Metatron was first introduced in SMTII (1994). Arioch has made few appearances afterward, only showing up in spin-off titles such as Devil Survivor 1 and 2, Devil Summoner 2: Raidou Kuzunoha vs. King Abaddon, Shin Megami Tensei: Liberation Dx2, and Devil Children White Book. Metatron, on the other hand, has pretty much become a mainstay in both mainline SMT and spin-off games, including Persona. (And yeah, I was kinda disappointed that Arioch was in the vanilla game and his lore explicitly mentions Enoch, but nothing happens if you bring Arioch to the fight against Metatron in the Temple of Eternity. Either way, I'm just glad their former relationship was mentioned via demon haunt dialogue.)

Related to #1, Vengeance is probably the first time any demon has explicitly said Metatron's name when he was once human - that is, Enoch. Previous characters who have mentioned the name Enoch are Naoya (Devil Survivor) and Mido (SMTIV; this game in particular has Mido give out a quest for Flynn that basically asks "bring me Enoch, a man who fused with an angel"), who are both human.

I've read a bit about the Book of Enoch since I used to be skeptical on the "guardian angel of Enoch" bit in Arioch's lore, and it turns out that it's more or less accurate!

From 2 Enoch 33 (<- is that how you write it?):

•And I will give you, Enoch, my mediator, my archistratig, Michael, on account of your handwritings and the handwritings of your fathers – Adam and Sith and Enos and Kainan and Maleleil and Ared your father. •And they will not be destroyed until the final age. So I have commanded my angels, Ariukh and Pariukh, •whom I have appointed on the earth as their guardians, and I have commanded the seasons, so that they might preserve them so that they might no perish in the future flood which I shall create in your generation.

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The only thing that was slightly different/messed up in Arioch's SMT lore is that he's described as Enoch's guardian angel, whereas in Enoch 2 (or at least the translation in the link) it says that Arioch was one of the guardians for Enoch's and the previous antediluvian patriarchs' writings. Although I guess Arioch was still a guardian angel in that he was guarding a human's property, so maybe I'm just splitting hairs there.

Also, because I've been kinda disappointed with Metatron's Magatsuhi Skill with Sandalphon (I guess guaranteed item drops are cool, but really? I expected something more badass from the lategame Herald), here's my idea of a periapt + Magatsuhi Skill for Metatron and Arioch instead.

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Vengeful Heavenly Swords Periapt: Enables the Magatsuhi Skill Vengeful Heavenly Swords when the saint turned archangel and his former guardian angel are brought together.

Effect: Severe Light and Dark attack to all foes. Ignores affinity resistance and pierces through. Chance of instakill when striking weakness. (Basically deals one combined AOE Light and Dark attack that pierces through Light and Dark resistances, but has the possibility to also instantly kill enemies weak to Light and/or Dark, though the instakill effect doesn't work on bosses.)

Animation description: Arioch holds up his sword Storm Bringer (which is a sword mentioned in his SMTI A-Mode DDS dictionary entry), which charges up with dark lightning. Meanwhile, Metatron holds a hand up to the heavens, and from a ray of light, a gleaming sword imbued with white lightning floats down toward his hand; this is the Sword of Methuselah, a sword once given to his son Methuselah by God to kill demons. The two of them briefly look at each other with a "Let's do this!" attitude before they swing their respective swords toward the enemy. Their sword swings create waves of light and dark lightning, which then combine into a single wave of light and dark lightning. The combined holy and unholy wave slams into the enemy and deals severe, piercing damage.

"But Vulture!" you cry out, "Why would Metatron wield his son's sword and kick serious demon ass with it along with Arioch? Has he ever used a sword before?" And the answer, is yes, he has and he absolutely can! Want proof? See the skills Heaven's Blade (Persona 4), Sword Dance (Persona 5), Sword Dance (Persona 5 Strikers), which are what Metatron could learn in those games. For an even earlier example, see the skill Deathbound, which is a skill that deals heavy Sword damage in games like his debut game SMTII.

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This isn't much, but funnily enough, I wrote an FE support conversation-style fic featuring Arioch and Metatron (bc I absolutely loved the idea of demon haunts and imagined them to explore the demons' lore and backstory; turns out that's pretty much true!) before Vengeance was released, and Arioch does call him Enoch there. It even acknowledges that Metatron used to be human and had children, including Methuselah. You can read it here: The Youth and His Former Guardian

Anyway... that's all I have for this long post. I'm absolutely going to keep pushing towards the endgame so I can have them in my party and kick ass together.

[fortheloveofowen]

Luke Patterson College Au

Summary: Just some Luke college! This is more or less if Luke was in college NOW lol IDK if that makes sense, but just pretend it does

Warnings: Man-whore Luke (I eat it up), mentions of sex, mentions of drug use/alcohol use, I'm in love with Luke I'm so delulu

Note: I am literally just working, and I'm bored so typing this on my work computer :) I hope you guys like this one, I've been wanting to make a Luke college au so so badly ;) Also guys I dropped out of college soooo living vicariously through this rn

𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩

Major: Childhood Education

Minor: Music Composition

Was on the hockey team freshman and sophomore year, but quit once his band started getting booked

Can't y'all just see him as the cutest little elementary school music teacher like showing his students his guitar and talking about when he was in a band awww

Luke and Alex definitely have a shared house off-campus and they like throw parties like it's nobody's business

Definitely tried to join Alex's comic book club, but was quickly kicked out because he spilled soda on Reggie's collector's edition of the original Spiderman comics

"Dude, do you know how expensive this was? Like, for real?"

Luke is definitely known as somewhat of a player around campus and pretty much everyone knows who he is. He can usually be found with his tongue down a random girls throat

But, that's what college is about for him duh

He never wanted to go in the first place, but when his parents put that check in his lap to send him to school what else could he do? Especially when his buddy, Bobby, told him about all the hot chicks running around campus

So how do you meet Mr. Luke? Well, you were couped up in the library preparing for this god awful Bio final that has been stressing you to the point of pulling your hair out when you hear some.... children's laughter???

You look to the main double-door entrance and see a gaggle of children that can't be more than 5 or 6 years old barreling through the doors

And what shocked you most was... Luke Patterson leading this wild pack of children into the building??? I guess you had just never taken interest in what his major is or really anything about him, so you couldn't be too sure what his intentions were

A quiet Luke puts up a finger to his lips and begins counting down from 10, attempting to shush the kids he was directing

"Hey guys, can we quiet down please, we can't be too loud in the library! shhhhh"

And you're like is he soft? and good with kids? Definitely not soft (or so you think right now hehe), but he is great with kids

The kids are shuffling around the library, giggling at the pages in the anatomy books while Luke sits at a nearby table

"Are they bothering you? I knew it was a bad idea to bring them here, but I-I-It's about to rain... had no idea where else to take them..."

And you're just like huh? Because one, why is he talking to you, and two, this is not the same douchebag player you thought you knew. But, you end up telling him that they're fine and you continued studying until your roommate, Julie, asked if you wanted to meet up for dinner

You don't end up seeing Luke for a while after the first meet, and you had long let him disappear from your thoughts

That is until your friend Flynn decides to drag you to a party to "celebrate" finals being over (Even though you'd rather be couped up in your room rewatching Scooby Doo if you were being honest)

The house wasn't anything too crazy, donned with LED lights and some old beer cans strewn across the porch

You had been drinking with Flynn for a while, the fresh smell of marijuana and vomit stinging your nose as you waltzed around the house

Your bladder quickly caught up with you, though, as you excused yourself from Flynn for a second to find a pisser because you know you can't hold your pee while you're drunk

So, you're bobbing around sticking your head into pretty much every single room when you finally come across a door at the end of the hallway

You turn the door handle, astonished to find it unlocked, but you let yourself in and...

There's Luke... hands under a tiny blonde girl's shirt as he kissed up and down her neck

"Oh my god, I can... I am so sorry let me just go!"

You shout almost too eager as you swiftly slam the door and make your way back downstairs, ready to tell Flynn the shit you just walked into

But, alas, your friend is sitting on the couch with Reggie, one of Luke's closest friends, you've come to find out so you averted your attention to the kitchen

It was quiet in here, other than the small bits of banter going on around you in the almost empty kitchen

You stared into your cup of whatever concoction Flynn had made you when you're startled by a sudden presence to your left

"Hey, you're the girl from the library right? Sorry about uhhh... the bathroom sitch.... just doing my civil duty haha"

Luke slurred out as he hoisted himself onto the kitchen counter beside you

You nod your head, not really trying to engage with his "type"

"You wanna dance? Everyone else here is so boring..."

You and Luke head out to the living where masses of people were dancing along to whatever rap song was blaring over the speaker

Luke instinctively holds you by the waist as you sway the entire night, especially when you sway to his bedroom and then to his bed and then.... you get the picture

And Luke took care of you that night, kissing your shoulders, looking into your eyes as he kissed up your stomach bro omg I am getting ahead of myself

But, anyways, you wake up and immediately feel TONED HANDSOME arms around your waist and you're like??? because this is definitely not your bed and who is this man?

Your eyes peak out over the covers and you have the biggest "oh fuck" moment of your life because YOU JUST SLEPT WITH LUKE PATTERSON

So, without thinking you swiftly jump up out of bed and search around his room for your clothes, but not before you're interrupted by a groan and a yawn coming from the bed

"Shit..."

You mutter under your breath as Luke peers at you through hooded lids

When did he become so beautiful and why the hell hadn't you realized until now??

"Good morning to you too... You're leaving already? Didn't enjoy the show?"

He wiggles his eyebrows at you are you're like oh... my... god I gotta get out of here so you scurry off without much of a goodbye, but not before Luke puts his number into your phone

This goes on for a while, you sneaking over to his house, sleeping in his bed, waking up in his arms, and then spending the morning talking and eating breakfast. But, no lovely-dovey shit... ever

It had become somewhat of a routine, but for Luke, this wasn't normal

He'd sleep with a girl a few times, but then ditch her before things could get too serious

But now he's got himself a drawer of your clothes, and your smile embedded in his brain

So you're over this one time and you both had woken up rather sleepy due to the events of the prior night hehehehe

And Luke is just staring at you so lovingly and it was different than any way he had looked at you before

And he just instinctively wraps you in his arms and spoons you

You're like

"Luke, didn't we say that cuddling was off the table if we're awake? We're not like together, remember?"

And he freezes and is like

"We're together. We sleep together, we spend the mornings together, we are quite literally the definition of together..."

Aww he just chews on his thumb and looks up at you through his eyelashes and just kisses you

You and Luke are the couple that literally everyone is digusted with

He constantly needs to be touching you and will literally wait outside your classes so he can flash you that geeky smile and chuckle while holding out some food or coffee

He just wants to take care of you in all ways possible

Finally lets you come to one of his band practices and everyone is like

"Wow you're significant other is so cool, Luke!"

And he just gets antsy and is like yeah I know now leave them alone before I get jealous hehehe

Such a jealous boyfriend and sometimes you have to remind him how much you love him and he can get really insecure but he finds that comfort in you

Practically thinks you are gold and literally nothing in this world could compare to you

𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩

Alrighty y'all that is it for now, but I hope you likeeee

[echoarts03]

I like your Garten of banban lads, do you have any more headcanons for them? (Stinger Flynn is my fav as well)

Yes, I do have more headcanons, thank you so much for asking!

Buckle up everyone, this post is going to be LONG. XD

Heads up, some of these lean more into my AU. I'll put a ◐ next to the AU-specific ones.

Don't steal my art, or I promise I WILL find out and I WILL break your knees.

(PART 2)

Queen Bouncilia:

• This girl is a straight-up badass. She will put anyone in their place, including Stinger Flynn.

• I personally believe the kids in her pouch(?) are just her joeys that can't be trusted by themselves.

◐ She's kind of the mom of the gang, and the others would rather go to her instead of Flynn.

◐ She babies Josh to a ridiculous degree.

Slow Seline:

• Her head is in the clouds a LOT and she lacks a strong attention span.

• She doesn't talk much, but when she does the others are usually quite surprised by it.

Jumbo Josh:

• He is definitely the most neurodivergent of the gang.

◐ His best friend is Selene.

• He's TERRIFIED of Stinger Flynn.

• He loves cooking.

Banbaleena:

• Her patience is like that of a strand of hair.

• She's kind of an airhead. I mean, if you think a basketball is a student then there's SOMETHING wrong, don't you think?

Banban:

• He HATES Flynn, and Flynn hates him. They both think they're the team leader, so that causes tension between them a LOT.

◐ He and Banbaleena are siblings, NOT romantic partners like some people seem to believe.

Opila Bird:

• She has severe anxiety and is CONSTANTLY checking over her shoulder.

• She's selectively mute but does make noises when reacting to things.

Captain Fiddles:

◐ He stays with Sheriff Toadster a lot of the time; they're buddies.

• He's pretty chill and just kind of goes with the flow. Nobody really has any complaints about him.

◐ He's the youngest of the gang and likes to drag the others into playing his games.

Stinger Flynn:

• Definitely the dad of the crew, but he's one of those dads who just ignores his kids until it's convenient for him.

• He has no patience for anyone, but exceptions can be made OCCASIONALLY for Josh and Opila.

◐ He and Bouncilia bicker like an old married couple, but don't say that to either of their faces or they'll lose their shit.

• Like I said in my last post, Flynn can change the size of his body at will.

◐ His normal/default size would be about 15-ish feet tall. He usually tries to stick to 6 or 7 feet, though.

Sheriff Toadster:

• I don't really have a lot of headcanons for him, but I do think he's extremely protective of the others.

• He radiates a weird but also nice Uncle energy.

(Headcanons may change as the chapters continue to release, so check in once in a while just in case!)

[daintyduck99]

when they compliment something that they've been insecure about and it just breaks them for Rulie pretty pretty please?

Julie's miserably stirring her mashed potatoes when a playful nudge returns her to the real world. 

"What's the matter, Jules? Don't tell me I need to fish your favorite bracelet out of the vent in Mr. Salter's room again." 

"That was one time," she defends, pointing her fork at Reggie, who just grins. 

Oh, he's close. Their knees and elbows graze like this, and it unleashes a swarm of butterflies in her chest. She bites her lip. 

He shrugs, and she feels it when he does, burning all along her arm. His eyes shine.

"I mean, I'm not gonna stop teasing you about it, but I'd do it again." 

Luke chimes in from across the table, giving her the perfect excuse to look away.

"Really, though. Why the long face?" 

"I wasn't making a face!" 

"You were," Alex says apologetically. 

Luke and Reggie nod along, with Reggie adding, "Yeah, it was like—" 

They all make exaggerated frowny faces, and she huffs a laugh, shaking her head. 

"Okay, okay! Cut it out, or I won't tell you." 

That's when Flynn reappears. She takes her place on Julie's right. "Tell them what?" 

"What else?" Julie sighs, spearing a nugget. "My latest dance class disaster."

"Okay, well, maybe I can help," Alex offers.

"Not unless you can square dance. Nick, surprise surprise, cannot." 

Reggie hums. "I thought you liked Nick." 

"I do!" 

She flushes as Reggie turns to her more fully, keeping her eyes glued to her food. 

"Not—I like him well enough. He's nice. But he's a horrible dance partner, and sometimes it's like. He's not really present? It makes it hard to have a real conversation with him, or a connection." 

Reggie knocks their shoulders together. 

"Luckily for you, you do know someone who'd be a suitable partner. As in, they can square dance and hold a real conversation. Just saying." 

Julie abandons her lunch completely. 

"You?" she breathes. "You could help me?"

He lifts his chin with a smirk. 

"I didn't go to public school in Georgia for several years for nothing. I've got you." 

"Oh—" She throws her arms around his neck. "Thank you thank you thank you!"

"Don't thank me yet," he says, suddenly sheepish, but he returns her fierce hug. 

With Reggie's help, she's able to master most of the basic calls. She still can't quite get the promenade right, though, and the whole thing gets difficult when other people are meant to enter the mix. 

Not to mention she has to turn around and teach everything to Nick, and the week swings wildly between fun and frustrating. 

Reggie finally suggests that they go to an actual square dance so she can get more practice with the right amount of people, given that she has another week left to go before the unit exam. She eventually agrees, which is worth it for the giddy way he lifts her off of the ground alone. 

Her nerves come flooding right back once they're standing in the square, though. She wobbles to the record like a newborn deer, even on the steps she knows. 

Reggie does his best to keep her steady, guiding her gently when he wraps his arm around her waist for the first promenade. 

"You've got this," he murmurs in her ear, which has the opposite of the intended effect; she instantly stumbles over his foot.

The next call is one that splits them in separate directions, and she do-si-dos around the next guy with a nervous smile. She stays on the beat, at the very least. 

Until she glimpses the redhead who's leading Reggie through the next promenade, anyway. 

Her hair shines in copper braids, and she keeps stealing smitten looks at him through her equally bright lashes. A coy little smile plays around her mouth. 

Not to mention that her hand curls over his in a way that makes Julie want to crush all of the fingers of her current, unwitting partner. She seethes, stomping a little harder than necessary on the next beat. 

Okay, near the next beat. She mumbles an awkward apology to the unfortunate blond that's been saddled with her. 

It's ironic, she knows. 

Reggie twirls the redheaded girl out of the promenade with a grin, a flourish that Julie's never even seen. She's storming out of the square before anyone can stop her, blinking stupid tears from her eyes. 

"Julie!" 

She shakes her head and keeps going, only to squeak when strong arms wrap around her waist, catching her before she can plunge into the misty evening rain. 

"Let go," she says in a small voice. 

"Will you stay if I do?" 

This is met with sullen silence. 

Reggie sighs. "Julie, what's the matter?" 

"It doesn't matter!" 

The words burst out of her, echoing in the entryway. She takes a shuddering breath and wills the small voice to come back. 

She'd rather sound fragile than cruel. 

"It doesn't, so just let me go. You can keep dancing with—with that other girl. I'll scrape by on my exam, okay? Clearly, I'm just—holding you back!"

"That's what this is about?" Reggie says incredulously. He spins her around, clutching her shoulders. "I don't care that you're a beginner. I love dancing with you. Any way, always. You're my favorite partner. I'd love to work up to the fancy stuff with you, if you wanna stick with it."

She swallows, searching his eyes. 

"Really? And that's why—you've never spun me like that?" 

"Really! I didn't want to throw you off. Especially when you've gotta get past that test, and reteach everything to Nick, and honestly, I—" 

He ducks his head, but it doesn't hide his flushed cheeks. 

"I didn't want to teach you that move just so you could do it with him. You're amazing, Julie, you're such a quick study. And you could do so much better. You'll surpass all of us, someday. Okay?" 

Her breath catches. 

She lifts his chin with trembling fingers. 

Her mind is a jumbled mess, unraveling every implication and twisting it in a million directions. Her heart isn't any better, galloping away at a speed that leaves her dizzy, so she simply follows her instincts. 

She follows his lead, the pull of his eyes. 

Their lips meet tenderly, and the rest goes quiet as her eyes flutter shut. The world narrows down to the slope of his jaw and the soft press of his lips, the whisper of his hands as they slide into her hair. 

Kissing Reggie is easy, a coordinated dance of silent cues. She vastly prefers it over the square dance calls. It's delightful, and she doesn't mind the dizziness, the way she'll surely wobble like a fawn again.

She knows he'll be there to steady her. 

"Don't ever tell me," she says breathlessly, "that I deserve better than you. You're the one that I want. Okay?" 

A beautiful smile spreads across his face.

"Like—as a partner, or a dance partner, or—" 

She huffs a laugh, cutting him off with another kiss. "Yes, Reggie." 

"We'd better get back in there, then. Are you ready to knock everyone's socks off?"

Her laughter echoes through the entryway, this time. She finds that she means it when she laces their fingers together and says—

"Yeah. I am." 

[kekkospoika]

Femscout, Cerissa (SFM)

It has been quite long time when I have worked on with a new character. Long time I have wanted new character with the face mask and well.. here she is! Red hair might look slightly off. But she has alrso red sneakers what fit a lot for the hair. 

If everything goes well, she might appear in Hat Fortress 2 -project (I announced it LONG time ago and I am really ready to start working on it... hopefully at this year! Not any guarantees since it has been already over... 10 years.

Also I used first time more realistic lights (one specific layout what afffects to the lights). One side light looked damn good but it was so random for the potrait so I had to make it weaker. But I am pretty sure that quality of my posters will be better with it! (And it means more practice with lights..)

Costumes (originally from Fortnite), the Femscout overhaul model and hair are all done by Flynn.

[innytoes]

Winter/X-mas Prompts #4: “You got me a stocking?” - “Of course, you’re family.” - make Reggie a Molina 2kalways

All in all Reggie thought that Julie telling her family there were three ghosts living in the studio went rather well. Ray only screamed a little bit when they suddenly stepped through the wall. And when they told Julie's aunt later, she only threatened to get a priest for like an hour (after she tried to shove a crucifix through Reggie's head).

So now that they could be seen by people on the days they played with Julie, it meant all kinds of fun stuff. Like being allowed to sit in on family dinner if they wanted to, even though they couldn't eat. And playing video games with Carlos. And joking around with Flynn. And Reggie could hang out with Ray all he wanted and Ray would actually talk back and answer his questions. He'd even gotten permission to come to shoots with him when he was invisible, as long as he promised not to stay behind him and not orb up the shots. It was the best.

Today after band practice, Julie was heading over to Flynn's house to work on a history project that was due before winter break, and Alex had a date. Luke was deep into writing a new song that Reggie was pretty sure was about Julie's smile, so he figured it would be a great time to hang around with Ray.

"Hey Ray!" he called, beaming when Ray looked up and smiled at him. "Whatcha doing? Ironing?"

"Sort of," Ray said. "These were supposed to be a surprise, but..." He motioned Reggie over. Ooh, he loved surprises.

On the table were a bunch of different iron-on patches, as well as three big socks. A red one, a blue one, and a pink one. He blinked, then realised that the letters near the red sock could spell out his name.

"You... you got me a stocking?" he asked, uncertain.

"Yeah!" Ray beamed. "You're family. They won't be as nice as the ones Rose made, she hand-embroidered all of them, but I thought I could still personalise them a little, you know?"

Being solid came and went, but they were usually pretty solid just after playing, so he grabbed Ray in a tight hug. Ray startled, before squeezing back, running his hand over Reggie's hair. "Thanks, Ray," he whispered.

"Any time, mijo," Ray said, keeping his hand on Reggie's back even after Reggie let go. "Now, do you want to help? I'm afraid I wasn't quite sure what to put on Luke and Alex', so I just got a bunch of different options."

On his own stocking, there was already a little red guitar, an R2D2, and a slice of pizza, and a Baby Yoda. He beamed at Ray, before looking at the other patches on the table. There was already a little guitar and a music note on Luke's, and a drumset on Alex'. He picked out a little pencil for Luke, and a dinosaur. For Alex, he grabbed a rainbow flag, a little ufo, and a sparkly silver OK.

They spent the afternoon ironing on the patches and talking about holiday traditions. Reggie told Ray about how Luke and his mom always baked cookies, about how driving around to look at the Christmas lights was the only part of the holidays that didn’t stress Alex out. He saw Ray take note, and wouldn’t be surprised if these things just happened to be added to the usual Molina traditions this year.

“What about you?” he asked. “What’s important to you for the holidays?”

Reggie smiled. “Just being together with my family,” he said, knowing that he’d have no trouble in that department this year.

[talkfantasytome]

Valbaran Fae Boys

Hey, so, remember when I was creating a fantasy world in a Sims game? Well! I finally got around to doing the Valbaran Fae Boys. I had to do some special stuff, and create Ruhn in the Light It Up household so that he and Bryce would be siblings, but it worked out. XD

I don't loooove how Ruhn came out. I mean, I think most of it is pretty good. But that was the only half-shaved, long hair hairstyle. I looked for custom content, but nothing really hit what I picture for Ruhn. I'd have preferred something straighter/less "styled". And I gave him an eyebrow piercing to offset the fact that sims doesn't have lip piercings, and idk how that type of custom content would come out since it's not something built into the game. But, like, Sims...where are the lip piercings???

Tristan, on the other hand, I am quite happy with! Kinda a slouchy, preppy boy who wears the right stuff, but there's always just an air of not caring at all about him. Declan I'm still thinking a bit about, and I'm not 100% I got the right clothes, but he's good for now. And ready to meet Bronson. 😉

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I haven't yet decided what their jobs will be, but I'm thinking probably law enforcement, like the wolves. All three are total bros, of course, and the house will become a massive party house.

Ruhn's got a heart of gold and is extremely family-oriented, which is focused mostly on his sister and making sure he maintains the relationship he fought to rebuild. He wants to be the leader of the biggest, baddest group in the sim world, and he's off to a great start.

Flynn is a total party animal - literally. All Flynn wants to do is throw wild parties, and luckily his roommates don't hate him for it.

Declan is just a loyal buddy who wants to be super computer smart. He's also got a geek side, of course, but he will stick by his friends no matter what.

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[idv-ask-the-showman]

Any interest facts to shear about the characters you did not get to share before?

Well I have some so here are they, they quite a lot tho~

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TW:- mention of death,murder, Phobia, Mental Health, family issues and some hints of adult stuff and probably more!! So don’t read if you uncomfortable. I WARNED YOU!!!⚠️⚠️⚠️💥💥💥💥

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Phineas have Claustrophobia and somewhat Pyrophobia after the way he died so he always leave his room door unlocked and like to stay in the cold places and he hates The White Sand Street Asylum Map.

Flynn did kill someone in the past around 3 years ago before he come to the manor and hide the body =)~

The names of The parents of the brothers are Rosaria and Simon Smith.

They have a lot of family members from their father sides and they most of them are loving and caring while in their mother side they despise them since their mother come from a noble background before marrying their father and there for the mother side of the family look down on them and especially their aunt Mirabelle who once insulted Phineas so bad that Rosaria slap her and cut ties with her.

There once gonna be an older sister for the brothers named Aponia and she was gonna be a Aerial Performer in the circus and act as a hunter in the manor but i removed her.

The mother died after few days of giving birth to Flynn and the father got in an “accident” car crash that led to his death which left Phineas to take owner ship of the business around the age of 21 and because of that some greedy business man and family members try to take advantage of that and trick Phineas to let them have the owner ship instead or at least half of it since he is “too young” but he fight back against it even if it means he have to give up a lot which left some scars on his mental health to this day.

Flynn’s “voices” are believed to be signs of a pretty strong bad DID (Dissociative identity disorder) that is cost after the trauma he witnessed when discovering his brother’s dead body and more after that.

Phineas grow up along side Lily and Gabriel as BFFs and was the one who give Gabriel his new name alongside Lily ( @ask-the-artist-lily )

Flynn hate most vegetables till this day lol

Phineas went throw many heartbreaks and few of them are the following (giving up his first crush for his friend, getting cheated on by his BF just to mess with Phineas emotions for the BF own enjoyment, getting rejected multiple times) yet he still believes in love since he dreamed to have such a loving romantic life like his parents had.

Flynn is overprotective and somewhat also jealous whenever Phineas find himself in a relationship or have a new crush, worrying for him and also fear that means the person would steal his brother away from him.

Both Flynn and Phineas are pretty skill in a lot of aspects in performances when it come to circus stuff and especially being so flexible.

Their mother was a dancer and assistant to their father in the shows they host but she doesn’t perform a lot and only watch as her loving family performs their shows and put smile on everyone faces.

Their father had a huge body figure and pretty tall ;)

The males in their family mostly have long hair just for tradition sick and that why the two boys have long hair and like it a lot.

PHINEAS CAN NOT COOK FOR SHIT, HE CAN BURN WATER AND THAT WHY TEA THE ONLY THING HE GOOD AT-

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[mistralxsoul]

Today was almost like a free day for them. Jiri was taking care of the kids for the most part with a few hiccups that the two of them had to take care of when a couple of the little rascals escaped her watchful eye, but otherwise it was quiet and gave them time to do more or less nothing today. With the kids occupied with assorted tasks or playtime and the teens off doing busywork for the town, it left the room empty save just them.

Somehow that resulted in Flynn idly messing with Yuri's hair, but the latter took it as a good indicator that the blond was content. No looks of brooding showed on his face that he'd noticed (not he was... staring enough to notice or anything. Probably) and he had gently removed the hair tie keeping the ponytail together. From what Yuri could tell, he was in a good mood so he let it go without asking about it.

Now they were just sitting there, only them with all the noise off elsewhere; Flynn doing odd things with his hair that he usually couldn't pinpoint. For a while he just sat there letting him do it, eventually leaning into him a bit more to do something with himself besides letting his mind go blank (not that he minded just feeling his hair being played with, but his mind often went down unnecessary rabbitholes when given too much time with itself to think about things in silence).

Considering how he kept his hair up every day now, it felt a bit odd for it to be completely down right now as he leaned back. He tilted his head back to look at Flynn who was still facing him (well, duh), blinked a few times, and pushed himself back up forward so Flynn could resume his important mission of doing whatever he was doing with Yuri's hair. Last time Yuri was pretty sure it was half turned into a few loose braids that had been taken apart, after, he didn't know, Flynn deciding to do something else, since he'd picked up the comb that time?

"I love everyone and don't mind how busy it usually is, but I wish we had more days like this." They had mostly been quiet, but it really was on his mind now and was better than other odd thoughts that may have intruded. Those thoughts were buried for now anyway. One look at Flynn's peaceful face left those tainted thoughts cowering off in a corner of his mind somewhere. "I know we get more freedom since we're older and it's not usually work until we collapse, but if it's not the orphans, there's always something in town that needs someone."

That was just how the Lower Quarter was, sometimes unfortunately and sometimes fortunately. Sometimes they had to help each other because nobody else would. It made being a teenager too similar to being an adult in a lot of ways, even if the adults fully recognized they weren't quite there yet. That they still had so many lessons to learn before they got there.

Days like this weren't entirely too rare, but sometimes Yuri preferred it being just the two of them. They didn't do silly or dumb things the way they used to as kids. They were more careful now and had better ways to make use of their energy and idleness. The air around them was more tranquil too. Maybe it was the way Flynn was just lightly running his hands through Yuri's hair, but this felt very normal. Like it was supposed to be like this.

"But I think someone needs my hair right now more than anything needs us to get it done." It was spoken with a chuckle and within a few seconds he had tilted his head back again, hair still in Flynn's hands, and all he could do was smile reposefully - happily and serenely before throwing his head back forward to let Flynn continue. "You've been at it for like twenty minutes. I'm gonna fall asleep. ...Not an invitation to stop by the way." Sometimes he just couldn't look at Flynn for too long, lest he started having to ask himself about the weird, bubbly backflips he kept feeling in his stomach, and much more often as of late. Something about that expression on his face left a mess out of Yuri.

Flynn wasn’t sure when the silly little habit of his started or when it became such a calming activity for him in general. He remembered the first time he had run his hands through Yuri’s hair. They had been babysitting together again and some of the little girls begged and begged to let them braid Yuri’s hair and… Yuri was never one to deny the kids of the Lower Quarter anything unless it would actively harm them.

About ten minutes in, the girls had invited Flynn to join them in playing in Yuri’s hair. He hesitated, of course, but then Yuri let out that soft and gleeful chuckle of his that usually sent Flynn’s heart into a fit and that was the end of that. Flynn had settled down behind Yuri and began to run his fingers through the teen’s hair and he was absolutely entranced by how soft and pretty Yuri’s hair was. Even after the girls had gotten bored and ran off, Flynn continued to play with it that day, insisting that he had to finish the braid that the girls had started.

Yuri, at least, had not complained. 

This habit further established itself one night when both Flynn and Yuri collapsed in their rooms, exhausted from their busy day. Yuri hadn’t had the energy to tug his hair down from its usual ponytail, mumbling about being too tired to care but Flynn simply couldn’t allow that. So, he had gotten up and quietly moved to sit by Yuri on his bed, letting his fingers gently tug at the tie that held up his friend’s hair. From there, he couldn’t help himself as he let his fingers gently brush through the dark strands that fell over Yuri’s shoulders. It was only after he heard the soft snoring from Yuri’s end that Flynn eventually forced himself to stop.

And now, here Flynn sat, comfortably behind his childhood friend, fingers running through his hair gently while the other just… allowed it with no questions asked. Playing with Yuri’s hair was starting to become a stress relief for Flynn, with any worry that he may have had melting away with every brush of his fingers. Mindlessly, he would tie the boy’s hair into braids or small twists though he made sure not to make the braids tight enough to be uncomfortable. After all, he wanted Yuri to be just at ease as Flynn was. 

He does pause, breath nearly catching, when Yuri leans back to stare up at him and… something about the curious look in his friend’s eyes made his heart skip a bit and all he could do was offer a smile back. He was all too aware of Yuri pressing closer into his space but he made no move to pull away and instead just stared down at the other, taking in Yuri’s presence as they watched each other. Then, all too soon, Yuri moves forward, allowing Flynn to continue with his hairplaying. Flynn didn’t mind it but he kind of wished that Yuri would scoot in closer to him again. 

But he shouldn’t linger on those thoughts, should he?

“I do enjoy these quiet moments though. It’s nice being able to rest and not have the kids arguing with each other.” Flynn chuckled quietly, pausing when he finished a loose braid and he can’t help but lean back a bit to admire his handiwork. If only he had something to add to it. Maybe next time he could find some little flowers or something to stick into Yuri’s hair. 

After further thought, he decided against doing that. For his heart’s sake. 

Pulling the braid loose in order to start over, Flynn begins his task once again, this time pulling his hair back into a loose french braid. He hears Yuri point out how Flynn apparently needed this and he felt his cheeks flush in embarrassment but he keeps smiling regardless. He can handle most of Yuri’s teasing. Sometimes he can even seem entirely unphased by it. But his enjoyment of playing with Yuri’s hair… finding calmness in it? It seemed far more… intimate that Flynn was used to. 

“I just… Your hair is nice.” Flynn starts, eyes darting to look back to Yuri before he continues. “And I was just wondering why you don’t wear it down more often. It’s–” Flynn has to bite his tongue to stop himself from continuing because the words ‘It’s beautiful this way’ was probably something that Yuri did not want to hear. 

“Seems like leaving it down would be easier…” Flynn decided to go for a more practical reason, holding in the entirely out of nowhere compliment that wanted to escape. 

The gap between them was small but to Flynn, it felt enormous. It takes some inner convincing but eventually, he quietly adjusts his position so he could be just a bit closer to the man in front of him. He does lower his arms, for just a moment as he struggles against the urge to let his arms slip around Yuri’s waist to pull him closer, to hold him for just a little bit. Ultimately, his brain winds the war and the urge is pushed down as it’s left lingering in his chest.

No, he definitely should not do something like that. He wasn’t even sure where the urge was coming from but he had to stop himself before things got weird. Before Yuri got weirded out. So, instead, he just quietly got back to work on the braid. “I-If you wanna go to sleep, you can. I won’t mind. If anyone deserves a nap, it’s you.” 

[miidnighters]

"Oh, you like that?" Flynn smiles, a bit cheeky, as he continues ranking fingers through the other's hair in the way he now knows he likes. "I - since we met? Cameron..." It wasn't quite that soon for Flynn, but it certainly wasn't long after, once Flynn had gotten to know the other.

After these confessions, Flynn removes his hand from the other's hair, using the one at Cameron's waist to step them backwards until his knees hit the couch he knows is there. Tugging the other gently, he moves to pull Cameron into his lap, so kissing will be more comfortable for the length of time they want to do it. "You're a pretty good kisser too, baby."

lashes flutter once more and prince's mouth drops open in pleased surprise as deft fingers scrape along his scalp. he didn't think that would be a thing for him, but it definitely is ― he gives a soft sound, almost a whimper, and leans further into the kiss flynn gives, chasing the swipe of tongue that other gives. cameron isn't looking to fall into bed either; wouldn't even know what that would look like if they did, but he knows he wants flynn close. and he likes the taste of his lips, the gentle taste of sea salt and ocean waves on other's tongue. cameron smiles bashfully at friend's admission, and he nuzzles nose against other's, an affectionate gesture. ❝ i'll say it as long as you want to hear it. i've wanted you since we met. ❞ he's only sorry, now that he knows flynn feels the same, that he hasn't done this sooner. ❝ and i was right when i knew you'd be a good kisser. ❞

[acourtofsmut]

hi darling, can i request an eris x reader where he’s been away (doing whatever high lords do) for quite some time and finally returns to his family? idk why but i see him having a lot of children? i guess i just wanted to see some domestic eris 🥺 of course feel free to ignore this if you don’t feel like writing it! tysm!

domestic bliss

eris x reader

rating: 18+

warnings: smut at the end, bath tub sexy time, fingering (f. receiving)

a/n: this was so freaking fun to write. thoroughly enjoyed this request!! yes, I see Eris having lots of children and being a doting father 🫠 also, saw a fox in the middle of the road earlier today and thought it was a sign that I needed to crank this out for you lovely anon! this turned out to be fluffy in the beginning and get soft and smutty towards the end 😇 the title was inspired by a glass animals song 😊 hope you enjoy!! much love 🤍

Sitting on the porch in the crisp evening Autumn air, you sipped on a warm cup of tea and munched on an apple tart you made earlier while watching your young ones play with the hounds. With Eris gone, your brood of children have been keeping you on your toes. Four of them… so far.

“Mom! Watch this!,” your first born, Aurelius, called out from the meadow, snagging your attention. Holding a treat in his hand, he commands, “shake,” with a voice that reminds you of your mate, shrieking in excitement and praising the pup when it raises its paw. Aurie is the spitting image of his father, fiery red hair and auburn eyes. He is his father’s shadow, tagging along wherever he can, especially on hunting trips. It warms your heart to see Eris walking through the halls of your home, long strides shortened to account for Aurie trying to keep up at his side. Feeling a tug on the bond, a rush of warmth sent from his end, you know that he can tell you are thinking of him.

“Did you see?! Did you see that, Mommy?” he bellows to you, auburn eyes lighting up, smile plastered on his face.

“Yes, sweetie. Daddy will be so proud,” you praise him, returning his smile with your own, chuckling lightly.

“When is Daddy coming back?,” he asks curiously, smile softening, brows furrowing as he gives the pup a scratch

“Late tonight… past your bedtime,” you say as you start walking towards him, wrapping him in a tight hug. Scanning the field in search of the other young ones, you hear tiny giggles from beneath a shrub. Eyes narrowing, you creep up and spy your twins, Lennox and Flynn, building some sort of house with twigs, sticks, and leaves.

“Do you think Daddy will like it, Lenny?” Flynn asks his brother in hushed voice.

“Well, Daddy always loves what we make for him,” Lennox responds confidently with a giggle.

Both were graced with strawberry blond hair, dusted with blonde highlights. People tell you that the twins take after you, highly imaginative and compassionate. You have spotted them on numerous occasions making gifts for the kitchen staff, most likely to receive extra sweets. However, it was out of the goodness of their hearts; they collect and deliver bouquets of flowers, crafts, and even have gone above and beyond to perform a silly skit for the entire household staff that had had you and Eris is stitches, clutching at your stomachs with amused pride at the audacity and creativity of your little twins.

Hiccup!

Last, but never least, came tiny sweet Melena, with her curly chestnut hair and emerald eyes., currently swaddled and wrapped against your chest. Glancing down you pat her tiny back, her pretty eyes gazing up at you as she lets out another hiccup!

As you watched Eris cradle her in his arms for the first time, you saw her steal his heart before your eyes. His long finger tracing along those chubby, freckled cheeks, cute button nose, leaning down with tears lining his eyes to plant a kiss on her forehead, then yours as he wrapped his arms around the both of you.

Reminiscing upon these fond memories made you miss your mate even more, longing to be held in his strong embrace, his naked form pressed against yours. Becoming more and more desperate for his return, you close your eyes trying not to overwhelm yourself with need. Sending your longing straight through the bond, you are answered with his desire tugging at your ribs, setting your body aflame. Sighing at the sensation, you are brought back to the present when you feel the sun finally set, noting how late it has become.

“Come along, my loves, time to get ready for bed,” you say, herding your little brood inside to wash up and read them a bedtime story, your heart straining to be in closer to your mate.

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After putting Melena to sleep in her crib, you settle down on the couch, snuggled up with Aurie, Lennox, and Flynn,. Just as you are opening the book, you finally feel his powerful presence, too strongly to ignore. That ever-familiar warmth rushing through your body as he sends a stronger, heated tug that leaves your ribs tingling, the strain on your heart fading away.

“Daddy’s here,” you whisper to your young ones just as the door opens to reveal your exhausted, yet gorgeous mate smiling at the sight in front of him. In a mess of limbs and giggles, your boys tumble towards their father. Kneeling, Eris scoops them all together in a hug, kissing their heads.

“My boys,” he sighs, eyes closing to savor the moment, you can feel his relief and contentment to be back home with his family.

You love watching him with the young ones, always showing his true self. Not the part he has to play for every one else to see, the stone cold, cunning High Lord of Autumn. For his family alone, he is the compassionate, loving, empathetic father and lover. Tearing up at how much you have missed him by your side and how exhausted you have felt caring for the young ones by yourself, you can’t help but shed a tear.

Sensing your distress has his chest tightening, eyes flickering up, “my love,” he whispers softly extracting himself from the bundle of tiny limbs to sweep you up into long-needed hug. Nestling your head into his chest, you whisper, “sleep, my love, you’re exhausted, I’ll put the boys to bed.”

“So are you,” he replies, leaning back to plant a chaste kiss on your lips as the little ones cling to his legs. You wrap your hands around the back of his neck to dip him down, kissing him again, trying to convey how much you have missed and needed him.

“Daddy, can you read us a story?” Lennox’s voice interrupts your moment. As the two of you separate, you notice how dark his eyes had become and scent the slightly heady smell of his cinnamon musk.

Patting the youngsters head, “of course, buddy, Mommy is getting tired, and it’s getting late, so let’s make it quick,” he informs them while giving you a wink and lingering kiss on the soft spot below your ear, making you slightly weak in the knees, giving your bottom a soft pat as he ushers you into your shared bedroom.

Settling down on the couch together, Lennox and Flynn on one side and Aurie on the other, Eris reads them a bedtime story and tucks them in.

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With Eris now washing up, you snuck to the kitchen to warm up an apple tart, one of his favorites. Entering the bathroom, you stopped in your tracks, gulping and biting your lip as you took in his completely naked form lazing about gloriously in the tub.

Shimmying out of your robe and night gown, you watched as his eyes darkened, glazed over every curve as you exposed them. His chest rising a bit higher with every breath. You padded your way over to the tub, sinking into the warm water and planting yourself on his lap. His knees bending behind you to support your weight so that you could lean back, his hand coming up to your face. Thumb brushing along your lips, trailing down to wrap lightly around your neck as he descends, laying his palm flat against your chest. Just feeling your heart beat, gazing into your eyes.

“My love, I won’t leave you again for that long…,” his hand dips down beneath the water, fingers gliding through the curls on your mound making you shutter in anticipation, “I have a lot to make up for because of my absence, don’t I?”

“N-no…” you stutter as his fingers slide against the slickness of your folds, “nothing to m-make up for… you were just doing your duty… hmmm,” you hum as his fingers enter your aching core immediately finding that sweet spot, massaging it just the way you like. Just the way that will have you falling apart within seconds as his talented thumb draws circles on your swollen bud.

“You deserve it all, my love,” his other hand supports the back of your neck, thumb stroking your cheek, “the mother of my children, my best friend, my lover… you deserve it all. I’d do anything for you, you do so much for me. For us,” he purrs, your hips start bucking against his fingers at his words, “for our beautiful family.”

“You d-deserve it all, they love you. I-I- love y-you… hmm-ahhh!,” your hum turns into a shriek as your eyes roll back into your skull, clenching down on his fingers as you cum. Hot searing pleasure ripping through you, you grasp at anything and everything, his arms, his chest, his hair.

Slowly coming down, you sink further into the tub, head resting upon his chest, utterly spent, panting. You feel his hard, hot length poking at the soft part of your belly.

“You still got a couple more in you, pretty girl?,” his hands tracing, feather-light touches down and up your back in a soothing manner.

“Yes, Eris, please,” you sigh, peppering kisses on his chest, up his neck, sucking lightly as he groans, all the way up to that gods-sculpted face, “anything for you,” you let out breathlessly licking your tired eyes with his.

Scooping you up in his arms and grabbing the apple tart on the counter, Eris whisks you into the bedroom. Drying the two of you off without a second thought, he gently sets you down on the plush sheets. You watch as he lays down on his side of the bed, tucking into the pastry moaning in delight at the sickly sweetness.

Smiling at his glee, you pat his chest, giggling as you snake your hand down his bare chest to wrap around his length.

“Let me eat this before I eat you, my love,” he growls out, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he turns absolutely ravenous.

To say you were satiated by the end of night would be an understatement, eager to wake up and spend a much-needed day with your beautiful children and loving mate in domestic bliss.

(thank you so much for reading this far!! much love 🤍)

[lebenspurpur]

Slashers w an s/o who has rly long and curly hair down to their knees?

this sounds like something @anxiousalami would love.

Warnings: mentions of NSFW

Michael Myers

Michael doesn't really care about your physical appearance.

Though he has to admit, your hair is not something he's seen before.

Michael both, loves and hates the long hair around the house.

The loose strands remind him of your loyalty, your trust and your companionship but they're also everywhere and that kind of annoys him.

If it wraps around him while you're laying in bed together, he'll cut it off in your sleep.

Vincent Sinclair

Absolutely adores it.

It's Vincent, he adores everything about you.

He feels kind of excited because you know, he has long hair too.

He is going to learn how to braid and then draw you with your new hairstyle.

You can headbang together... *slowly starts playing helena by mcr*

Bo Sinclair

Bo's quite amused.

"Quite an interesting hairstyle isn't it sugar?"

He grows used to it.

The hair everywhere annoys him but for you, he'll put up with it.

He secretly really likes when you walk around the house with your hair open and flowing behind you. He'd never admit it but you look like a goddess.

Lester Sinclair

Lester likes weird things.

And your hair is a thing that would be considered weird in conventional society.

He loves the way it looks.

"Can I touch it Y/N?"

Lester loves how soft and shiny it is.

The hair on the furniture is not a problem to him considering he owns a dog.

Baby Firefly

"Look at that pretty hair you got there darling..!"

Baby loves it.

Baby loves you.

She will braid it if you allow her to. She'll also remind you to tie it up around the house, otherwise it might get stuck on something!

Otis Driftwood

Otis himself has long hair and he adores yours, without showing it obviously.

While he doesn't like to wake up with your hair in his mouth, he loves the way it flows around your body.

He especially loves it when you don't wear anything underneath.

Horny to his core, this man.

Billy Loomis

He will call you Rapunzel all the time.

"Hey. The name's Flynn Rider.."

Yeah prepare for a lot of Tangled jokes.

Sometimes when he comes home and you're laying on the bed, hair spread out on the pillow behind you, he's so sure you're an angel and he accidentally died.

Stu Macher

Another slasher that thinks you look like an angel.

His little Y/N, his little angel.

Stu loves to glides his fingers through the strands and listen to your soft hums.

If you teach him how to braid, he'll make a very messy braid that will slowly "dissolve" over the day but it's okay because you love him.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is annoyed by it.

Sure you look pretty Y/N, but it's in the way if he wants to cuddle you.

Showers also take ages.

Y/N how is he going to stay alive if you shower for so long?

Sometimes he might grumble that it looks pretty under his breath. Don't acknowledge it or he'll stop.

Thomas Hewitt

Can he help you wash it? It must be difficult to do it on your own.

Tommy will make a flower crown for you.

And then he'll just stand there in front of you awestruck at how angelic you look.

You really look like an angel Y/N, why do you even want to stay with him..

Please braid him and you matching braids.

He'll never open the braid ever.

Josef

Josef doesn't care about how you look like.

His whole way of finding victims already attracts weirdos to his house.

And you're hairstyle is in his opinion something a weirdo would wear.

But don't worry Y/N. He's a weirdo too.

Sometimes he just marvels at it when you're not noticing.

His favorite moments are when you're sitting in the forest, sun slowly petting you through the treetops and your hair open and falling over your body.

You look like some kind of ancient forest fairy and Josef is in awe.

Amanda Young

Amanda loves people who express themselves.

And you obviously do that through your pretty unconventional hairstyle.

She too, loves to run her hands through it and just feel the knots untangle.

Kind of a weird thing someone would do but your hairstyle has inspired one or two sawtraps of hers.

[zerolostwalks]

“If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to leave.” “That’s the idea.” for Rulie?

Julie never would have thought of herself as the type to take unnecessary risks. Always more likely to recede into her shell or her safety net. Flynn and her family had helped with that in the past, pushing her to test her limits and grow. 

Things changed in high school. Her world shattered so thoroughly that even her old comfort zones were uncomfortable. It took years of patience with herself and from her family, as well as some therapy but she was finally able to feel at home in her skin again. Though she doubted if she’d ever be able to push herself again. 

Then Reggie tripped into her life. Quite literally. 

She had been on her way home from work late one night. One of the street lights must have blown overhead, the intense flash of which had startled the two of them. She can still recall his yelp as he breathlessly fell back into the pavement in front of her. How surprised he looked to see her, the first time she saw his crooked grin.

He had seemed so lost and confused. Must have hit his head pretty hard when he fell since he had his dates mixed up. Normally she would have just kept walking, not tempted fate. But there was something about the way he’d greeted her and introduced himself, a simple earnest happiness about him. 

Julie ended up letting him stay on her couch that night. Let him into her life, it didn’t take long for her to let him into her heart. The next half year of her life was a bizarre whirlwind.

Reggie’s eagerness and thirst for life was infectious. It was like everything they did together was a brand new experience for him, a moment for him to cherish. Yet, something haunted him that he never spoke about.

Julie never pushed, figuring he would tell her when he was ready. But she would still catch him fidgeting nervously, almost impatiently, whenever he thought she wasn’t looking. Based on the way he grew more and more obsessed over the calendar and dates, she had a few suspicions. 

The morning everything changed had started out ordinarily enough. Julie got ready for work the same way she always did, and made her way down to begin her commute. A warmth spread across her chest, up her neck, and breaking her face into a bright smile. 

“Reggie.” She sounded like she’d already had a few cups of coffee with how energetic her cry was. It wasn’t that much of a surprise to see him, he’d been showing up more frequently to walk her to and from work. 

His face brightened into the same sunshine grin he always greeted her with. “Hey, Julie,” his voice reflected the same sherry sunshine quality. He moved to stand directly in front of her rather than falling into step beside her. His smile turned softer, a fond edge to it that she usually only saw when they were alone.

She couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped her as one of his hands gently brushed her shoulder, “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” he said with a subtle shake of the head, the fond look in his eyes never faltering. 

“You know if you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to leave.” Julie teased through a giggle as she moved some hair behind her ear. 

“Yeah, that’s-” Reggie drily laughed, as his other hand scratched the back of his neck. Her heart stuttered uncomfortably as an unsure guilt overtook his smile. “That’s kinda the idea.”

Her brows barely had time to furrow in confusion when the sharp squeal of tires closely followed by the sickening discordant mix of metal scraping against metal, glass shattering, and screams.  The blood drained from her face as Julie managed to glimpse around his shoulder and saw where the car had crashed.

She couldn't be certain but she had a blood curdling, stomach dropping suspicion that if Reggie hadn’t stalled her, she would have been directly in the collision course. 

“How did-” She asked, her voice much steadier than the frenetic pounding of her heart desperately trying to escape her chest. 

His arm wrapped around her shoulders as he attempted to quickly drag her toward the other exit of her apartment. The one everyone used to get to the back alley with the dumpster or to smoke. “Sorry, but we don’t have time for explanations right now.”

“Seriously, Reggie.” Julie’s voice was as tight as her throat and insides were. She tried to pull herself from his grip, but he adjusted it. His hands clung to her shoulders as he faced her. 

“Julie, please.” Reggie pleaded, his green eyes wide and desperate darted to the door behind her, before meeting her gaze. “I promise I will explain everything, but right now I need you to trust me.”

Trust him? She’d only known him for barely more than a handful of months. How well could anybody trust a person after that?

The earlier warm fond feeling in her chest quickly overpowered her thoughts. She lifted a hand to lace their fingers together as she managed a small nod and whispered, “ok, I trust you.”