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cyripticchronicler · 1 month ago

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Hii idk if you take requests rn so feel free to ignore this! (first time requesting, kinda nervous)

I loved all of your marauders works (and CM too btw), and I desperately need a remus x shy!reader smut if you’re comfortable (can be fem or gn)

imagine this, he has to initiate most milestones in their relationship and be patient and understanding. BUT when they slowly build up to sex she’s all blushy and tense because she’s not in complete control of what’s happening and she discovers that’s she actually wants to be the dominant one.

idk if it makes sense i hope it does

also i had my birthday just a few days ago so it could be birthday sex☺️

thank youuu

Confetti and Cupcakes (18+)

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Summary: Remus Lupin had planned the perfect, intimate celebration for your birthday. As the night winds down, still drunk on the glee that was the day, you realise that a need to take control rests under your shy demeanour. Remus is more than happy to oblige.

TW: Smut, pda, reader getting eaten out, not that proofread (lmk if there are any mistakes!)

A/N: Happy late birthday sweetie!! I cried over Supernatural while writing this and then my cat brought it a bird :( Enjoy!

Masterlist Remus Lupin Masterlist

It was your birthday.

You had a party hat on your head, confetti in your hair, and sore cheeks from smiling so much in the last hour, the giddy feeling rushing through your body.

You didn’t want to do much - just spend time with people you were comfortable with. Remus had promised to organise a little get-together, telling you to just ‘relax and look pretty.’ You blushed for what felt like forever before agreeing. And you were thankful you did.

Despite only being together for four months, Remus knew you like the back of his hand. He knew exactly how you’d want to celebrate. His shared apartment with Sirius and James was decorated with many pink and white balloons, sunlight pouring through the window and giving them a sheer-like look.

He made sure to keep the decorations to a minimum, not wanting to overwhelm you, knowing how shy you were with these things. Though he couldn’t stop Sirius from grabbing a popper from behind his back and spraying confetti everywhere, regretfully. Remus made sure to only invite people he was sure you’d be comfortable around; James, Sirius, Lily, Marlene and Alice.

You were grateful that Remus considered your quiet demeanour when planning. You weren’t comfortable in large groups of people you didn’t know well, and you didn’t like too much attention on you. This was why Remus organised a movie night where everybody’s attention was on your favourite movie instead of you.

He was lazing beside you, having initiated a cuddle session, your head resting on his chest, cheeks flushed as you struggled to pay attention to the movie. “You okay, lovie?” He kisses behind your ear and your heart flutters in response. “Yeah. Thank- thanks for tonight. I love it.” His fingers traced small patterns on your arm, some drawings of hearts, others of stars.

You want to hug him back more, instead of just a hand on his leg. You want to shove your head in his neck, wrap your arms around his chest and tangle your legs with his. But your nervousness is too strong, you're too shy. Longing pulls at your heart, but you can’t muster up enough courage to do anything about it.

His cheek squished against your head, the arm wrapped around your arm pulling you impossibly tighter. “Of course. You deserve it.” He craned his neck to whisper in your ear, breath hot against your skin, emitting goosebumps. “Do you want to sneak off for a moment? I’ve got a cupcake and candle prepared for you; I figured you wouldn’t want everyone watching you.”

You nod and then he’s pulling you into his body, dragging you into his bedroom. Sirius wolf whistles and you visibly cringe, a hand moving to cover your face.

You hear Remus leave, hurrying to the kitchen before returning. His calloused hand reaches up to grip your wrist, slowly pulling it away from your face to reveal your heated cheeks.

Candlelight flickers in his bright eyes, placed atop a pink-iced cupcake that he holds in his other hand. He sings a quiet and warm rendition of ‘Happy Birthday,’ the low timber of his voice sweet like honey to your ears.

Butterflies in your stomach and your cheeks ablaze, you quickly blow the candle out and let out a quiet giggle, pressing a hand to your mouth as happiness warms your bones.

“Thank you, Remus. I love you.” He places the cupcake to the side and with his hands on your cheeks he pulls you into a sweet, desperate kiss. Shivers trail down your spine yet you kiss him back, nervousness bubbling in your stomach.

“I love you, too.” He pecks your lips again. “Let’s go back out; don’t want them getting the wrong idea.” You let him pull you back into the living room, cupcake in your hands as you continue cuddling on the sofa.

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Remus was cleaning up, sleeves rolled up his arms, and his hair was over his forehead. You watched from the couch, fingers fiddling together, while your heart fluttered in the way it always did when you watched him.

He looked up and caught your gaze, draining the kitchen sink and wiping his wet hands. He smiled, walking over to you. “You’re staring,” He teased.

Your cheeks burned, tilting your head back to look at him as he towered over your sitting form. “No,” You denied pathetically.

“It’s okay if you are.” He tilts your head up gently, fingers warm against your skin. “I stare at you all the time.” Your stomach rolled at his words.

“Oh.” You laugh nervously, clenching your sweaty hands. His lips perk up, nose slowly trailing up your heated cheek before moving his lips to meet yours.

Your eyes fluttered shut. His lips were warm and familiar, unhurried as he leaned into you. Your breath hitched, a shaking hand moving to grip the hair at the nape of his neck.

His hand moved to cup your jaw, thumb rubbing soothingly against your cheek. He deepens the kiss, leaning into your body, your back slumped against the couch.

A sigh breaks out of your lips when he pulls away, having to bite your lip to stop yourself from pulling him back into you. He doesn’t stray far from you, his cheeks flushed red and his lips swollen. He manoeuvres so he’s sitting beside you.

“Let me know if I’m going too fast, okay?” You nod, mind whirring with nerves and excitement mixed together. His lips return to yours again, more intense this time. The kiss deepened and you felt his hand slide up the back of your neck.

A shiver went down your spine at the passion that poured into the kiss, the pounding of your heart suddenly overwhelming. Thoughts raced through your mind before you could stop them. Were you doing this right? Does he notice how much you’re shaking? The knot in your stomach grew until you hesitated, pulling back ever so slightly despite your body’s protests.

Remus noted your hesitation and stopped immediately, his forehead still brushing yours yet his eyebrows were furrowed ever so slightly. “Are you okay?” His thumb kept brushing against your skin, almost lulling you to sleep. “We can stop.”

You shook your head, waves of frustration at your nerves bubbling to the surface. “No. I don’t want to stop,” you blurt, words pouring out of your mouth before you can stop them.

He smiled gently, a hint of amusement laced in his eyes. “Okay. Just tell me what you need.”

What you needed. The question hung in the air, waiting to be answered. You find a spark of courage buried deep inside you and grip it tightly.

Choosing not to think about your actions too much, you shifted closer and brought your hands up to hold Remus’ face in your hands. Surprise flickered in his eyes, fueling your desire. You leaned in, pressing your lips to his again, the kiss no longer soft and hesitant, but now determined.

Remus let out a low sound of surprise, his hands instinctively moving to your waist, letting you take the lead as your fingers slipped into his soft hair once again, kissing him harder.

With your heart pounding for an entirely new reason, you pulled back, shoulders shaking with laboured breaths. His eyes darkened slightly, his lips parted as though he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

“Well,” He murmured after a beat, voice low and raspy with desire. “This is new.”

Your lip travels between your teeth, embarrassment colouring your cheeks when you realise how bold you have been. “Was that- is that…okay?”

His hands brushed up and down your sides, and the heat of his hands fell through the thin fabric of your T-shirt. “More than okay,” He muttered, lips curving into a crooked smile. “I like you when you’re like this.”

A grin paints your face as the nervousness shaking your bones melts into a warm sort of freedom. With your nerves settled you're much more comfortable with shifting your legs on either side of his thighs.

His hands grip your waist gently, his eyes flicking up to yours. Despite the surprise that costs his features, his eyes darken, and your pulse quickens at the sight.

“Is this okay?” You breathlessly ask, fingers skimming the collars of his sweater, your actions growing bolder as you push the sweater up, revealing a strip of pale skin.

You fiddle with the hem of his sweater and he hums, bringing his hands to your back. “More than okay, love. Do whatever you want to me.” You clench your hands around the fabric, yanking slightly. “Can we…go to your room?”

“Lead the way.” You stand up, trying not to look awkward. You take his hand in yours, pulling his arm behind you as you head to his room. High on dopamine, you let out a shy giggle, using your back to nudge his door open, eyes still tracked on Remus’ eyes that swim with desire.

The back of your knees hit the edge of his plush bed, and you pull Remus to your chest, spinning you both around so you can push him down on the bed. The mattress sinks below his body as he props himself on his elbows.

You stand there for a moment, some of your earlier nervousness bubbling up. One look at the way Remus looks at you - so filled with love and care - has you pushing that anxiety down, replaced with a fire-filled lust.

Your legs return to their earlier destination astride his lap, hands resting on his shoulders. “I don’t…I’m not sure what to do,” You admit embarrassedly. Sure, you’ve had sex before but not with someone who makes you feel as though you’re on top of the universe like Remus does.

He nods in understanding, a kind smile tracing his lips. His right hand gently rubs your thigh, dangerously close to your core. “Do whatever makes you feel good.” Biting your lip in acknowledgement, you trail your lips up his throat and place wet, sloppy kisses at his pulse point.

His responsive groans have your legs squeezing tighter around his hips, your core clenching around nothing. You nip and suck at a spot behind his ear, hips subconsciously moving against his.

His large hands grip your waist, fingers digging into your skin. Gently shoving his hands off, you grip the hem of your shirt and yank it off in quick movements, arms circling his neck and pulling him into a desperate kiss, hips still thrusting eagerly.

A lone finger trails down the crease of your spin, a low moan emitting from your mouth, muted by his lips. He undoes the strap of your bra with one quick movement of his hand and you pull away to let the straps fall down your arms, chucking the flimsy fabric somewhere random. “I love you,” you whisper.

“I love you so much, too,” he murmurs back, his eyes half-lidded and hazy, looking up at yours in adoration.

You move onto his shirt next, ripping the clothing off and lightly scratching your nails down his chest. His lips find your jaw, leaving passionate kisses over your heated skin. You throw your head back in pleasure, a loud moan falling from your parted lips.

Hands trailing down his bare chest, you hook your fingers in the belt loops of his trousers before moving to take them off completely, shaking hands moving to the zipper.

You move off of him so he can take them off completely, pulling down your pants and kicking them to the side. He stands, bare in just his boxers and pulls you into him by the waist, head tilted as he captures you in a slow, gentle kiss.

“You’re perfect, Y’know?” His words were slurred like he was drunk. You can’t help but shy away from his gaze, finding it ridiculous that you're shy, even at a time like this. “So are you.” Your hands trace the thin lines of his scars, meaning every word you say. It’s his turn to blush and you kiss his reddened cheeks before moving to lie down in the middle of the bed.

Remus is quick to follow you, towering over your flushed frame, arms on either side of your head. He leans down to plant a kiss on your swollen lips, a sharp burst of pleasure exploding in your stomach.

He slowly trails downwards, open mouth grazing against your skin before his lips wrap around your breast, sucking and biting gently. You push his head down further, his chuckle fanning across your bare stomach until you have him where you want.

He places a kiss over your clothed clit and a shudder runs through you. “Can you-“ You don’t even get your sentence out before he’s got your underwear down your legs.

“Don’t even have to ask.” And then he’s eating you out like a man starved. A hand in his hair is enough for you to control his movements, tugging and relishing in the groans that shake your core.

Your legs move to rest across his shoulders, the heels of your feet pressing into his back. Your hips thrust up, his nose nudging against your clit as you hold his face to your core.

Your legs shake and tighten around his neck, back arching against the mattress. Your body was on fire, each flick of his tongue and grip of his hands against your thighs setting off fireworks deep in your core, the tight bubble of your pleasure ready to burst at any moment.

And it does burst. Loud moans escape your parted lips, your body convulsing in pleasure, sweat dripping down your sticky skin. “Fuck.”

He pulls away when his touches become too sensitive, bringing his cum-soaked fingers between his lips, groaning at the taste. You shove your head into the pillow at the sight, an embarrassed whine falling from your lips that has him chuckling smugly.

His chuckle turns into a quiet moan, your hand having trailed down to palm him through the thin fabric of his boxers. His head falls to the crook of your neck, hand moving between the waistband of his boxers to grip his growing cock.

You pull his dick out, gripping the edge of his tip and using the leaking precum to stroke him tightly. His heavy breaths fan your neck, his hips thrusting into your fist, intoxicated by your touch.

His heavy moans have your mind spinning, your confidence growing each time he calls out your name. You’re prepared to make him cum like this but he pulls away before he can. “If I’m going to cum, it’s going to be inside you, my love. Is that okay?”

Butterflies flutter in your stomach. “It’s more than okay…Can I- can I be on top? Please?” Eyes dark with desire, he nods without any hesitation, kicking his boxers off and leaning against the headboard of his bed.

You straddle him, holding his dick as you slowly sink down on him, mouth falling open at the delicious stretch. “Remus,” You cry, hands clawing at his shoulders.

“I know, baby. I know.” You experimentally roll your hips, his dick skipping further inside you. His hands land on your body, one fondling your breast while the other moves to your core and tightly circles your clit.

Slowly, pain turns into pleasure and your hips roll faster, back arching as his thick tip hits your walls. “You feel so good,” Remus moans out, his hair stuck to his forehead.

Inhibitions gone, your moans fill the room, hips slapping together whilst you chase your high, sheer determination and lust fogging your mind. His arms are familiar and comforting, wrapped around your waist while he pulls you in for a kiss, a clash of teeth and a fight for dominance.

The smell of sweat fills the room, the orange of the evening sunset pouring through the open windows and emitting a golden glow over your two bodies. Remus had never looked prettier, a furrow between his brows and low whines escaping his lips.

It’s no surprise that you finish as fast as you do, with the way his hips slam up against yours and his hands grope anything he can touch, you're a goner, putty in his gentle grip. “Remus I’m going to-“

You're crying out before you can finish your sentence, the coil in your stomach snapping and unwinding quickly and you gasp loudly.

Wetness drips down your inner thighs, the tight clenching of your core enough to bring Remus to his completion, his grip tightening and his thrusts stuttering.

He slumps against the headboard with a satisfied groan and you follow suit, breasts pressed up against his sweaty, glistening chest. “That was amazing,” You state, cheeks flushing at the thought of what you two had just done, shyness already returning.

He chuckles at your red skin and the way you avoid his eyes, pinching your cheek playfully. “Happy birthday, honey.”

Best. Present. Ever

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swanimagines · 1 year ago

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MASKS | KAZ BREKKER

Summary: You are incredibly beautiful but you have always been insecure of your own face, so you wear a mask. But in the middle of doing a heist, the mask breaks.

Ever since childhood, you hadn't liked what you saw in the mirror. Your nose was too big. Or too small. Your lips were too thin. Or then they looked like a bee had just stung them. Your eye color was bland. You just bashed yourself in front of the mirror every morning as you had brushed your teeth, and other kids at your neighborhood didn't really help with that - kids could be cruel if they were given a reason for it.

So, that day you moved into Ketterdam, you made yourself a mask before anyone got to know you. A beautiful white mask made of porcelain, with cat ears and a red stripe going over your eye. It fit perfectly around your face, hiding any imperfections behind its perfect curves.

You joined the Dregs, a gang ran by a young man who was barely 18. Kaz Brekker wasn't interested about your mask, he only wanted to know how you could fight and you were in. It didn't take long after that before you joined the heists with him and the other five people who called themselves "Crows". You quickly had made friends with them, spending evenings with them and finally feeling like you had a family again.

Kaz ended up growing something more than just your boss. It took a while, but he let his walls down with you, took a faint hold of your hand when you were worried about your wounded friend and even tried to comfort you, although he wasn't a master in it. In turn, you had showed him your face, let yourself be vulnerable too. He had looked at you with so much love you thought it's uncharacteristic of him, but at the same time you felt how your cheeks grew hot as you felt cared about for the first time in years.

Jesper had seen your face too, but it was by accident. He had barged in to Kaz's room because Wylan was missing and he was scared out of his mind and walked straight to the bedroom, just in time to see you sit up and your eyes met his. He froze for a moment before you ducked your head and took your mask, and Jesper knew better than to question it. He told you that Wylan is missing and you sprang into action immediately, dressing up and hurrying out of the office.

Turned out Wylan had been fetching Jesper a cake because the sharpshooter's birthday was the next day. Thank the Saints you found him first, so the surprise wouldn't be ruined.

A few months from that, and you were on another heist. Another merchant in the city, who has bragged about his fortunes a little too enthusiastically. In Ketterdam, you had to remember that someone was always listening, and this time that someone was Inej. A week from that, and you were at the manor of that merchant.

Kaz had ordered you and Jesper to keep watch at the hallway as he worked on the hidden safe around the corner - the merchant was smarter than he looked, he had put a safe inside a safe, and hid that behind a large and incredibly heavy bookcase. The blueprints were done wrong as a distraction, and Kaz had cursed himself over not realising it. So it had taken a while to actually get on the safe.

Footsteps were heard from the right, and Jesper's hand immediately went to his other gun. A few guards bickered about something, and Kaz halted his movements upon hearing that too. Jesper met his eyes, and he nodded towards the guards. Jesper started making his way towards them and you glanced at Kaz who started working on the safe again.

You hadn't known what was happening before you already felt a blade on your throat.

"Don't move, bitch," said a voice behind you. His breath had a bitter scent of garlic and you scrunched your nose at it.

The man with the knife pressed hard enough to cut your skin but didn't draw blood yet. A thought of him killing you and going after Kaz next crossed your mind, an d that thought made your heart start racing faster and adrenaline kicking in.

You knew it was stupid. Irresponsible. You should wait for Kaz to deal with it, he by no doubt was already thinking what to do to save you. But you weren't a lady in distress, you refused to be.

So you stomped on his foot with all your might and when he grunted, you elbowed his jaw. The knife made a scratch on your face and you heard something shattering - probably a vase on the drawer next to you. You started giving punches to the brute until he laid on the ground unconscious, and then turned back around to see all your friends gathered there to see what's the noise about. You let out a breath of relief upon seeing they were all alright and walked up to them as you tried to catch your breath. You didn't pay attention to it at first, but then you noticed that they were staring at you.

"What?" you asked, frowning.

"Darling, your mask..." Kaz mumbled, looking over at the shattered piece of art you had been wearing for the past half a decade.

Your heart stopped for a moment.

"Oh," you whispered and suddenly felt self-conscious as you turned away from your friends. Your cheeks burned like hellfire, even though nobody was saying anything about how you looked ugly underneath this disguise. Though, they had probably stared because they didn't recognize you at first, not because of how you looked. But it still felt like the latter option, and the echoes of what the kids in your neighborhood had been saying to you when you were growing up.

"Okay, we got what we came here for, escaping through the third back door." Kaz interrupted the moment and everyone started moving out, leaving Kaz and you standing there to come as last ones.

You walked in silence side by side with Kaz, looking behind the shattered mask - its shards glinting in the moonlight as if to wave its goodbye to you. You felt like a part of you had just been ripped away, and you couldn't help but feel tears in your eyes. The whole thing happened so fast, that none of it registered until that point. Then it was too late.

You could feel the slight night breeze caressing through your face once you were outside in front of the carriage, something you hadn't experienced in years. It felt so foreign now - but somehow also comforting.

You stood there for a moment before Nina spoke.

"Hey, we don't care how you look. We still love you the same."

You closed your eyes against the sudden wetness on your cheek and nodded, sniffling. "I know."

"Hey," Jesper said. He walked up next to you and handed you a handkerchief from his pocket.

"Thanks," you sniffed and wiped at your tears.

Jesper cleared his throat. "It's weird to see you without that mask. You're not ugly, you know. Not really."

You looked down at the cloth in your hands and gave a watery laugh.

"Don't be ridiculous. I've always been ugly."

"No, you aren't. This is what beauty feels like. This is what real beauty would be like."

"Oh," you said softly, biting back more tears.

He glanced at Kaz who was looking at you with something looking like concern. "Kaz is lucky to have you, you know."

You couldn't help but smile a little at that, and everyone started to board the carriage, Jesper being the driver and standing beside the door.

Jesper smirked as he helped you board the carriage, "I know what we just said but just a suggestion, love; you should consider being a model, we could pull out pretty neat heists if you went on a modeling show with rich pigs and turned over their pockets."

You couldn't help but smile at the suggestion - maybe you could finally get rid of the feeling of insecurity you had felt since you were a child.

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six-eyed-samurai · 6 months ago

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Silly reasons the Tokyo Rev Boys have dialed you for based off…actual reasons…people have called me for…

🌸Takemitchy calls you for conversation, which suddenly turns to school and "WAIT DON'T WE HAVE A TEST TOMORROW?". Obviously the both of you panic and whip out your books, meaning to study together via phone call but also simultaneously realize you've forgotten the topic...and which class it was for. The rest of the call is just sitting in panicked silence, punctuated with the occasional "We're so screwed."

🌸It’s canon Izana plays guitar! Do you ever think he writes his own songs as well? Maybe, and that's why he calls you in the middle of the night to tell you about it, wanna hear it, oh am I bothering you, it's fine you don't have to listen now (and you'll say “I SAID I'D LISTEN TO IT AND I WILL KUROKAWA NOW SING.”), any suggestions for improvements? And then somehow it spirals into the both of you doing your utmost best to be off key, off tune and completely ruin the song with as many voice cracks as possible.

🌸Chifuyu, bless his heart, calls you out of the blue with no prior warning, at an inconvenient time and scares you enough for a heart attack, but he doesn't realize it, too intent on forcing you to watch the latest anime trailer for the both of your favourite manga with him after you say you can't load the video. He’s downright scandalized, and in his defense he did text you about what he was going to do - only you hadn’t understood he meant call as in call now. I mean, at least the both of you got a kick out of it as he shares his screen, so win-win?

🌸I think Inupi would call you for no particular reason other than to be in your company. You both don't say much but somehow the call spirals to a three hour dial. Whenever one of you gets up you'll flip the camera to show the other where you’re going or what you’re doing. Inupi likes to think it’s like the both of you are having lunch together, doing that jigsaw puzzle together, doing the dishes together…it’s alright if you spend two thirds of the time in silence, your company is enough for him.

🌸Koko calls you for a venting session! He rants about the idiots he’s encountered, his worries, the gang, money problems, boasts on how much he’s made today, stuff he’s bought you, anything really. He knows he could’ve just texted you about it but it’s a lot more personal for him if you pick up and reply back talking, but occasionally he does feel bad he keeps calling you - although you assure him you love it! You do, really, because in turn you get to vent about whatever’s on your mind and Koko always has the best reactions (damn if that girl hasn’t been an absolute bxxch, nooo, she did what now?). He’s like a gal pal and a boyfriend combined.

🌸You’re the one to call Baji, actually, because it’s the only way to get him to study with you if you’re not free to go to his place. You put up with his complaining and force him to answer a bunch of quizzes. The study session goes great for the first half….then somehow you both get sidetracked when Baji says he’s bored and leaves to make yakisoba. You make him take the phone with him and it could’ve been romantic, both of you making noodles from your ends of the line! But no, Baji ends up getting distracted flirting with you and overcooks it into a mushy mess that has you gagging and hanging up on him.

🌸Ran and you call for normal-people reasons like chatting or studying, but more often than not Ran’s childish nature has him more interested in playing with the phone call’s filters (if let’s say you’re using apps like Instagram) and making you pose with him before screenshotting - by the way, you’re the one doing that, because Ran has TERRIBLE timing when it comes to taking photos. If there’s those filters that let you draw on your screen self, oh man does Ran love doodling moustaches, beards, cat ears, the whole gig. If you don’t call him handsome he gets pouty and threatens to hang up or leak that ugly screenshot of you when the phone froze from lag.

🌸With no apology to your ears, Sanzu will call you at 3 a.m. in the morning to either a) make the most terrifying/fart noises known to mankind or b) bombard you with meaningless philosophical questions that made you get out of bed and actually Google them. Of course he doesn’t do this all the time, mostly when he’s high as a kite. Yet you KNOW for a fact he’s sober that night when he suddenly dialed your number and when you picked up, dead silent until the most unholiest rendition of your favorite song is being sung (read: screamed) out. You yelp and hang up, but not before you hear him cackling.

🌸He’s the sort to honestly forget to call you but when he does Mikey makes the call drag on for hours because he has his ways of making you not hang up, but the times he DOES remember to call you is after you tell him no, you can’t eat twenty five dorayaki in one go, I’m not paying for that. He’ll be feeling petty and when he gets his hands on dorayaki he calls you for no other reason than to chew it as loudly as possible next to the microphone so you get the Mikey Premium Dessert ASMR. If you hang up he’s sending voice recordings.

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jomunson · 7 months ago

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50 ed headcanons i been thinking about

1. washes his hair with bar soap

2. doesn't like coffee

3. his father is in jail and his mother passed when he was 11

4. secretly gets really scared when it storms

5. says "hubba bubba"

6. gets super miserable in the summer, he burns super easily

7. swims with goggles and a snorkel

8. wears his hair in a towel when he gets out of the shower

9. super good and confident with flirting with men but really awkward and flustered with flirting with women

10. will say "is this guy bothering you, babe?" if you ever run into furniture

11. love language is words of affirmation, he wants to know you don't see him as a freak

12. sleeps with a garfield plush he's had since he was a boy

13. really bad at fishing, like he'll actually catch a boot when he goes on trips to the creek with wayne

14. burps the abc's

15. took his driving test drunk

16. when he gets home from school he's tired from being a tough guy, he reads a book and smokes before falling asleep

17. thinks people are pranking him when they ask him out

18. wears silly red and pink heart designed boxers

19. really sweet with the kids who live in the trailer park

20. will leave a handful of change as a tip

21. can only cook spaghetti. only spaghetti.

22. biggest fear is the koolaid man coming alive

23. minute man munson (iykyk)

24. will ask people to name 3 songs if their wearing a band tee

25. put lipstick on one time and felt pretty

26. prefers apple juice over orange juice

27. absolutely loves halloween

28. extremely competitive

29. hits people when he's excited/laughing

30. sits really close to the tv like an ipad kid

31. moans while getting beat up to make it awkward

32. extremely allergic to cats but loves them to death

33. birthday is april 19th 1966

34. has skinny dipped w his bros in lovers lake

35. fein for chocolate chip pancakes

36. eats skittles for lunch

37. tried to do a karate kick and ripped his pants once

38. calls his van his baby

39. lifts his leg when he farts and thinks it's peak humor

40. won a goldfish from the fair and fed it crushes doritos for 4 months and cried when it died

41. writes reminders on the palm of his hand and it gets smeared on his face

42. always cuts his face when he shaves on accident

43. when he draws and has to erase he does it so hard it rips holes in the paper

44. feels cool because he doesn't carry around a backpack at school

45. scared of moths

46. has lost pencils in his hair

47. flips his boxers inside out so he can wear them longer

48. has to be told to shower

49. tried to pierce his ears and sobbed and then they got infected

50. his nose gets the brightest red in the winter

#eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things #eddie my baby #Spotify

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hanakoofthejungle · 11 months ago

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HuskerDust watercolor fanart based on the fanfiction, Casino of Love by @artwaterfall. The fanfiction, in turn, was inspired by the Overlord Husk AU created by @celestialalpacaron.

Drawing timelapse

This scene comes from Chapter 15 where Husk and Angel went on their first date at Fizzmodeus' restaurant. They had lobsters. Angel did not know how to eat a lobster so Husk came to the rescue. Basically, they just abused the hell out of that poor dead creature. (It occurred to me: Where does the lobster's soul go? Does it end up in hell, watching its body being consumed?)

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Angel tried again to pry the shell off still looking over to the side. “Am I doing it?”

Husk barked a laugh so loud the pianist looked up frowning.

“Ya gotta look at what ya doing.”

“Ugh,” Angel deflated and let the lobster rest on the plate, “ maybe I shouldn't have lobster.”

“Here,” Husk got up and walked behind his chair. He laid his hand over Angel's and resumed trying to pry the poor crustacean body.

Angel blushed at the proximity, Husk was practically whispering into his ear about the damn lobster but Angel had trouble focusing with the overlord's hand on his own.

Still Angel butchered the first half of his lobster and screamed in joy a little too loud at having half of it done. People downstairs looked up at them again, frowning.

Husk was still helping him with the second half, juices and lobster bits flying everywhere at Angel clumsiness but every time they joined stares at each other, he would find the cat laughing along with him.

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Now why did I choose this scene to draw? Because it is fun, simple, wholesome couple interaction and very relatable. It reminds me of the time when I had lobster for the first time in Brussels, spending more time to crack open the lobster than actually enjoying the dish. Turns out lobster did not taste that great, but at the least the group of elderly American at the next table got a good laugh out of watching me and my friend absolutely butcher that lobster :)))

Having never watched Helluva Boss, I had to look up what the inside of that place looks like, but mistakes ensure due to that very wrong heart shape and lack of patterns on the wallpaper. I was lazy but hey at least I got that lamp thingy on the table right :))) As usual, the clothes are the focal point of my fanarts, "a beautiful deep blue, floor length dress, there was only one shoulder strap and a lace veil came from it all the way to the floor behind his shoulder" and "freshly pressed black suit with a deep blue tie that matched Angel's dress". Husk's suit in this drawing is not actually black but a mix of ultramarine and sepia. I usually don't use colors straight out of the pan, but mixing them. I made an exception in this with the lake red color of Husk's wing. I forgot to draw the wings before I did the line art, so I need the color at its strongest to cover the line art which was not supposed to be there.

My tools still include pencil and Leningrad watercolor. I have been using that watercolor set for over 10 years and it is still the best watercolor set I have ever had. This time I use the Blue Uni-ball pen by Mitsubishi Pencil instead of black M&G gel pen. The line art looks much smoother and the waterproof blue ink added a nice touch to the drawing. I expect nothing less from one of the best pen manufacturers out there.

#hazbin hotel #huskerdust #husker x angel dust #overlord husk #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #angel dust x husk #hazbin hotel husker #husk hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #angel dust hazbin hotel #vivziepop

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jonjaydami · 10 months ago

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So I need to know what animal they think is the batfamilies special interest.

Like we all know they are on the spectrum like look at Bruce. He's a 30 year old man that dresses as a bat and don't get me wrong there are several reasons he dresses as one but it always has something to do with the animal itself and I always think that's funny how it's even used as a joke in several comics, and animated movies/ shows.

So Bruce knows everything about bat's, shape color, species, what food they eat and how they live and even the different culture views on bat's. He could talk all day about it if asked and he always does it with the utmost care. Like he was giving a speech at a gala or speaking to the league.

I think we all know Dicks is obviously Robin's. Cause why else would he choose to be a brightly colored vigilante that's after a bird from the north? I feel like after moving in with Bruce he took a quiz on what bird he would be cause he was studying birds in school and got a Robin and took that to heart as a passion and not only learned everything about a Robin's but that had just become his identity for awhile and he loved it. Bruce when he heard it at first had thought it wouldn't work but after making him his own costume and even watching several videos on the birds he thought it fit his son nicely.

Jason didn't break away from the Robin role and embraces it actually. But he was always way more shy when it came to discussing his favorite. I think he would have a fascination with bugs and snakes and would absolutely be the kid with a spider or a beardy. He once convinced Bruce to get him a baby beardy and then it became an obsession. He had a sweatshirt that even had a cartoonish looking beardy printed on it and he proudly talks about it to any one who asked. Bruce would silently close his eyes and soak in all the information about them he could.

I totally think Tim loves frogs and even sea creatures. He has a tank with shrimp in it and his boyfriend makes fun of him and calls him a shrimp farmer but he also has a tank that has glass frogs in it. It's a huge tank that takes up over half his room and he loves just watching them sleep and even makes cute little tiktoks with them. He always is getting cute things for the habitat and going shopping. He also takes Damian on these trips. Because they both enjoy walking around and even stopping to pet or talk to the people who bring in their dogs. Bruce also enjoys walking into Tim's room and seeing the frogs and shrimp and even says hello to them before leaving again.

Damian is no stranger to having a soft spot for animals but I know he loves cats and dogs. He is definitely a cat person. Alfred the cat is his prized possession and he will proudly take pictures and then draw them. He loves using his animals as drawing references and has multiple books filled to the brim of just them. Sometimes if they are really good he goes to Bruce and asks them to be laminated so he can hang them up in his room because they deserve to be celebrated and respected. He also tells Bruce odd facts about his animals. How Alfred (the cat) specifically likes to sleep on his left side and enjoys being scratched behind his ears the most.

Bruce loves his weird sons because he is weird and for Christmas he always gets them something related to their animals because it's like a bonding experience for them. Some days they don't even talk about anything but their animals but I can imagine them all settling on a couch and out of pure bordem putting on documentaries and spending time just listening and learning. Of course this could also lead into some heated debates about who's animals is the best.

Jason: no you don't understand

Damian: *scoffs* actually Todd you never understood anything

Dick: ok well I set the whole thing for Robin soooo

Tim: oh please you were eight!!

Bruce: I think we are forgetting how bats-

Kids: *groan because they have been hearing about bat's for over half their lives and are tired*

Alfred just walks in and smiles as he sets a pitcher down.

Alfred: actually you are forgetting how important bee's are to the environment. Which is why I plant only the best pollinator friendly flowers

Cue to everyone rioting cause after all this time Alfred has never talked about the fact he is in fact a bee guy. Ever since he started working for the Wayne's they let him have full control of the gardens and he always loved that in the bleak of Gotham he had his own personal eden with the flowers. Bruce's parents also appreciated him for this and would let Alfred do as he pleased when he would passionately talk to them about the bees. Even when they passed away Bruce had always assumed Alfred just did it because he didn't trust anyone else.

Which was part way true but he loves watching them bumble around and bump into each other as he works.

If anyone knows what Duke, steph, and Cass would like please comment or feel free to debate!! Just please remember to be nice and save the bees 🐝

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lagncx · 1 month ago

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Heimdall x reader

Chapter, 6: Home.

a little weird of a chapter but lets cook! please dont be afraid to say its trash, jk dont say that cause if you dont like it it ok!

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Heimdall braided his hair, tying it up into a bun for the day. He kept himself away from everyone. Sometimes, it got too much, so he would sleep in his own home since he was old enough, not to mention Thor's earth-shaking snoring.

Walking towards the lift that took him to the wall he couldn’t help but turn to look for any signs that you were calling him again, to come home. It had been long since you sent Magnis and Modi’s remains. And he asked you again

“Are you coming home?” You looked at him, and your mind felt so peaceful that it seemed empty. Peaceful… and you replied, “No.” He then returned to Asgard. Although it seemed like a waste of time to him, it brought some comfort to Sif and even to Thor, although Heimdall didn’t stay long enough for a proper send-off.

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Approaching Gulltoppr he smiled, rubbing her nose as she purred, rubbing her body against him. Gulltopprs mind was full of adoration for him, and animals were always truthful and better company than People. Heimdall scratched the cat's nose lovingly. Turning towards the lift he stepped onto it and turned the lever the buzz of the city leaving his ears and sweet sweet silence filled his mind. Humming a soft tune to himself he finally reached the wall and stepping onto the wall gave him a little buzz, maybe he’d read some or draw or just…stand here…all day.

Heimdall knew his duty as a protector.

Protector?

‘You do it cause you're obligated to I do it cause I care’ Heimdalls brows furrowed hearing your words repeat in his mind. Looking down at the midgardians outside the wall he sneered ‘No you’re wrong.’ He thought. There was no doubt he loved his home. Never did his heart ever feel anything less about Asgard.

He didn’t need to be outside of Asgard; he didn't need to explore or mingle with other groups to protect. You would come back and realize how much time you wasted.

Heimdall straightened up, continuously walking back and forth waiting for his shift to end. Heimdall had reached the left of the wall and stopped, something was scurrying. Climbing its way up like it was his spine. Heimdall approached the edge and grabbed the hand of a boy, a young boy with hair like trees in fall, looking up at Heimdall he had a look of exhaustion he had just climbed up a giant wall.

Heimdall chuckled, pulling an apple from his pocket “Hello.” He smiled, eyes squinting at the boy.

He smelled like oak and wet grass, his mind was talking about how different the warmth was here. Heimdall cocked his head “Midgard hm?” The boy looked at him “Uh- hi! And yeah good guess” Heimdall chuckled nodding “So, what part of the enormously large wall said ‘Oh! Visitors must be welcome!’?” Heimdall looked down at the boy who seemed reluctant to answer Heimdalls lip twitched growing impatient, squeezing the boy's wrist tighter. “I- I was sent for? By Odin?” Heimdall looked into his eyes, not a lie. But it's not good enough.

Heimdall looked over the boy towards the sky “The all-father sent for you? Hah- great!” Taking a bite from his apple he got even more ticked when it was sour, rolling his eyes as he looked down. “Then why are you out there, and not in here?”

The boy seemed to have grown irritated with him and said with a certain smart assery “Let’s go ask him together.” Heimdall frowned, dropping his apple making The boy yell out of fear and surprise. Heimdall looked at his nails “Sour.”

“Are you going to pull me up?” the boy asked.

Heimdall flicked his hand back, looking up as he thought, “No, no… I think I’ll drop you.”

“What? No, no! Stop!”

Heimdall laughed. “Yes, I’m going to drop you. Goodbye!” He let go of the boy's hand. but the boy quickly grabbed onto his wrist. Heimdall made a face of disgust.

“Wait! Think about how mad the All-Father will be when he finds out you killed his guest! Loki of the Jotnar?!”

Heimdall leaned closer to the boy's face, raising the tension between them. “The Jotnar, enemy of my people.”

The boy panicked but then sighed. “I am not your enemy.”

Heimdall read deep into the boy's mind, trickery, lies, truth. He sighed pulling up the young teen and dragging him along the ground with him “I will be the judge of that, this way ‘Loki of the Jotnar’” he said dropping Loki's hand. Walking ahead of him to the lift, guessed his shift was over since he had a visitor to return to The all father.

“Wait is that Gjallarhorn? Are you Heimdall?”

Heimdall sighed “Obviously”

Stretching his arms he sighed “Feel free to bask in the splendor of Asgard it is a rare sight for outsiders.” scoffing to himself “Especially giants.”

Loki stood close to the ledge his mind buzzing so loud Heimdall could hear the blood pulsing through his veins. Scratching his chin he stood on the lift as Loki approached “Ask your questions.” Heimdall pulled the lever causing the lift to descend.

“How did you know I had questions?” loki said looking at heimdalls sword.

“It is my job. Next question.” Heimdall watched the people in asgard make there way to the market place, something exciting mustve been happening.

“What is your job?” loki asked

“I protect the home I love from harm, for example, outsiders…like you.”

“You think im danger? Im no threat.” the boy laughed.

“Yes and I can see you are already eager to prove yourself, way to eager. Probably due to a father figure you could never look up to.”

Loki frowned “Good gues-”

Heimdall looked down at him “I would also guess that you are naive, disrespectful, immature, impulsive.”

Loki shook his head “But I help people!”

Heimdall laughed hysterically “You are here to help people? Hm, no..no you are here to lie and manipulate and hurt whoever to get whatever you want. I know you are young, your balls probably dropped when you were climbing the wall but my, what a twisted little soul you have.” Loki looked down either the piercing gaze from Heimdall was too much or he was right…he knew he was right.

Heimdall put his hands on his hips and sighed “You are chaos in a spiffy archer suit!” Heimdall felt a chill run up his spine looking at the boy, something that made his stomach turn.

Heimdall spoke his voice shaking, “I watch your mouth move and I see cities burning. Nothing good is going to come out of you being in Asgard.”

With that, the lift stopped and they stepped off, Heimdall sighed “That being said, if you are a friend of all fathers and have no treacherous intent, then I guess that makes us allies.” Suddenly a comforting growl was heard “Gulltoppr! Who loves me most? Whoooo loves me most. Heimdall hopped on the feline and turned towards Loki. “That's almost as cool as Baldur taming a dragon.” Heimdall chuckled “Baldur didn't care how badly he got burned, I outthink them, dominate them fair and square.”

Gulltoppr was more defiant, Heimdall had to keep her going towards the Great Lodge. “Woah, are these people all Aesir gods?”

Heimdall looked over his shoulder “What? You think all aesir are gods?”

Loki shrugged “Skjöldr said-”

Heimdall scoffed sarcastically “Oh if he told you he must be the authority of Aesir gods, not the god you are currently talking to.” Suddenly Gulltoppr started to kick and jump startled as a few Kids ran across the road making him yell “What have I said about running in front of the giant and obviously dangerous cat?!”

One of the little girls who Heimdall knew as Asha laughed “She’s back she’s back Heimdall!” She yelled running towards the market with the others. Gulltopprs tail wagged, and other from him it had to be because of you, your scent must’ve carried its way to her. Heimdall shook his head. He had something to focus on, and you obviously wanted to put on a show of your arrival.

Heimdall approached the great lodge “Is that a palace?” Loki asked, making Heimdall groan “A palace? Do you think that the all-father needs to hype himself up like some mortal chieftain!”

Loki rolled his eyes. “I guess not,” he said. Heimdall hopped off Gulltoppr and replied, “That is the Great Lodge, which the All-Father built with his own hands.” As Heimdall walked towards the back of Gulltoppr, he continued, “Real power does not need to flaunt itself; it emerges when the time is right, don’t you agree?” At that moment, Heimdall slapped Gulltoppr on the behind, causing him to lunge off and fall onto the stone pavement.

Heimdall hopped up on the pet and watched Loki push himself up, he called for the Einherjar “Helmets! I brought you a training dummy!”

“What?! I thought you were taking me to Odin?!”

Heimdall laughed “You see Half-breed, you DO have treacherous intent, and because of that im not letting you anywhere near the all-father!”

It was a few minutes and Heimdall had to be honest he had neat tricks. And he could shoot. Loki turned and Heimdall approached him smiling “Guess who's next?!”

Shooting an arrow at Heimdall was useless, hitting those aside with his sword, Hofud. “Oh no, arrows!” Loki swung his bow at him only for Heimdall to dodge and weave with ease, almost gracefully. Heimdall spun around and kicked Loki to the ground.

Letting out a chuckle, Heimdall said, “I have to say,

Loki, I am profoundly unimpressed. You should probably stay down.”

A loud crash of thunder followed, and Heimdall stood up, rolling his eyes. “Great,” he muttered. Stepping to the side, he caught an arrow, which splattered mud on his face. He scoffed, “You don’t learn, do you? Half-breed.”

But before Heimdall could lay a hand on the boy stepping in the way was the boulder, Thor himself “Knock it off, like it or not he's all-father’s guest.” Heimdall sniffed looking up at the god of thunder

“I thought I smelled something. Planning to take a trip to the Black Thunder again soon- Brother?” Thor's lip twitched “One more step and you're not going to like how this ends.” Heimdall chuckled “Oh? And how do you intend to stop me?”

Slowly Thor walked up to him chest to chest if you could say that. Since Heimdall is considerably shorter than Thor “Look into my eyes god of foresight and, you tell me…” Looking down at the arrow and then back at him, Heimdall turned his nose up in disgust and threw the arrow, “You are a sick man.”

The sounds of ravens came up

“Loki you're here! and I see you’ve met Heimdall. He reads minds for me.”

“The boy is false, all father,” Heimdall said, walking up to Odin. “This boy, who is my guest, is covered in mud. Care to explain?” Heimdall looked at his father, seeing if he was being serious, laughing as he bowed, putting his arms out. “He... means to betray you.”

Odin turned and gasped “is that true Loki? You a little trickster?” Heimdall moved to the right side of them. “Of course he means to betray me hei-“ turning since he only had one eye he didn’t see him and turned to his left “Heimdall I’ve given him no reason to trust me, not yet anyway. He has so many questions and I have so many answers to give.” Thor walked up and Odin sighed “what’re you doing here? You’re dismissed, go on!” Thor grumbled “gladly”

Odin looked to Heimdall “You, go get yourself cleaned up, you got dirt on your face.” Heimdall looked at the boy then back at his father “But-…”

“Heim-…sja hvat! Heimdall, will you just relax!” Heimdall pouted slightly. “Were you intending on killing me first thing?” Odin asked the boy who shrugged in response

“See, is that good enough for you? Go on.”

Bowing, and taking the leave he hustled to Gulltoppr his throat clenching with words he wanted to say, why keep that boy here if he was a threat…why have him here if he killed Modi.

Heimdall rode Gulltoppr towards the stables ready to take off her armor but her mind spoke of something else, excitement. Right, he should go see you, bring you to Odin since you’ve been gone for so long.

Heimdall cringed at the thought of you covered in dirt and musk of that mess of a realm Midgard. “Out of the way!” He announced People parted the crowd around the marketplace making way for the god, Gulltoppr had a bit of a trot in her step. “Excited to see her girl? She probably doesn’t even remember you, or us…or half this city since she’s been so busy protecting the realms and ‘finding herself’.” Gulltoppr had only let out a long adoring deep sound.

In Heimdall's ears rang not just your voice, but your thoughts. You were home. “Gulltoppr!” you squealed, running to her. You slowed down and placed a palm on her nose, just like Heimdall had shown you. Gulltoppr's tail finally relaxed from its constant wagging. In return, Gulltoppr pushed her head under your arm. “Yes, I missed you too,” you laughed, looking up at heimdall.

“Heimdall,” you said, realizing he had forgotten how his name sounded on your tongue. “Leech,” he smirked. Expecting an outburst, you smiled before turning back to the vendor. “When they arrive, bring them to me, will you?”

The vendor nodded. “Anything for you, ma'am. It is so nice to have you back.”

Heimdall watched the way the kids of Asgard stared up at him and his pet adoringly. Heimdall looked at one who had their finger in their nose digging for Gold, looking back at you, he saw the way the kids had bombarded you with questions and asking for tales about your journey. He also had questions, your clothes were no longer asgardian clothing and there was more fur around your sleeves and you had a large scar which was not from him, your hair had grown back maybe even thicker. You had got a tattoo on your hand, right on your knuckles to your wrist. You also had on a long gold earring but it was not from here.

You approached Gulltoppr and hopped on. Heimdall lifted his arms as you snaked yours around his torso loosely. Heimdall had turned away towards the Great Lodge, and of course, the kids had to follow.

“So, wait! You fought a dragon?!” you chuckled watching the kid's faces of awe.

“I freed a dragon! I didn’t fight it or slay it,” you declared with a grin, watching the children's eyes light up in wonder. One adventurous little one scrambled up and settled onto your knee, looking up at you with wide, eager eyes.

“Did you bring us anything cool to show us?” they asked, bouncing with excitement. You chuckled, shaking your head playfully. “You know where to find me after I have a word with The All-Father.” With that, the kids raced off, laughter trailing behind them.

Heimdall let out a weary sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why do you insist on spinning tales for those children? Freeing a dragon? How absurd.” With a nonchalant shrug, you replied, “You can always check if I’m fibbing. Spoiler alert: I’m not.”

As you stretched, the weight of your adventures lingered in the air. “A lot has happened, but it’s clear now—I’ve got to shoulder the responsibility of protecting the realms and bringing balance.”

Heimdall raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. “You smell terrible. How on Midgard did you manage to come back?” You held up your hand, showcasing the ring gleaming on your finger. “Odin’s ring; it's a pretty nifty little tool.”

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Stepping into the study felt like stepping back in time. The familiar scent of aged books mingled with the faint aroma of sandalwood, instantly bringing back memories. Heimdall glided behind the ornate desk, where Odin sat. As he lifted his gaze, a warm smile spread across his face, brightening the dimly lit room. “My dear! You’re home!” he exclaimed, his voice rich with joy.

You chuckled softly, feeling a wave of nostalgia wash over you, and approached the desk with a sense of belonging. Easing yourself into the plush chair, you let out a long, contented sigh. “Yeah! I mean—it's been such a long while, but I’m back!” The air around you seemed to hum with the echoes of past conversations and laughter, every corner of the study holding a piece of your shared history.

“How was Midgard? You stayed longer than planned, I see you got a new wardrobe?” You looked down at yourself “It's freezing in Midgard.” you explained Heimdall nodded, “Fimbulwinter.”

“Well, I bet you're glad to be home, safe in Asgard.” You smiled, looking at Heimdall who watched his father “Yea, I am.”

“Well, after you wash up and have a meal, you’ll be opening our gates to the Midgardians!” Odin smiled. You didn’t fully process what he said at first, but then you did a double take, your eyes growing wide. “What?! No way! You—really?”

Odin nodded and leaned back in his chair. “I’ve had a long time to think about it, and I believe you’re right. They deserve to feel more secure. More… protected.” He stood up, leaning over and placing a hand on your chest. “I was right about you. You protect from the heart. But Heimdall is in charge of inspections. If he senses that they shouldn’t be here, they won’t enter. He still holds the key to Asgard.”

You gazed at Heimdall, a sense of confidence swelling within you as you stood up and approached him. His brow furrowed in curiosity, and he instinctively pulled his head back, intrigued by your sudden proximity. With a playful determination, you wrapped your arm around his waist, holding him close. “I have a feeling that together, we’ll make an… incredible team,” you said, your voice full of conviction.

Heimdall rolled his eyes dramatically, his patience wearing thin, and swatted your hand away with a swift motion that caught you off guard, causing you to hiss in response. Odin, sitting regally at his ornate desk, waved you off with a dismissive gesture, his voice resonating with authority. “We will open it tomorrow. I’m certain the Black Thunder is already bustling with preparations for the grand celebration uniting the Asgardians and Midgardians.”

You exchanged a glance with Heimdall, who looked perplexed by Odin’s announcement. “Tomorrow? All-Father… that’s—” Heimdall began, his words faltering as he struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the decision. Sensing his hesitation, you interjected with uncontainable enthusiasm, “Tomorrow is perfect!”

Heimdall shot you a glare of disbelief, astonished by your stupidity as he watched you leave the study with an exuberant spring in your step, the promise of festivities buoying your spirits.

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After departing from the Great Lodge, you began your journey towards the grass fields, once flourishing with crops but now transformed into a shimmering expanse of water with patches of lush, short grass. As you approached the gentle slope of the hill, you leaned down, cupping your hands to scoop up some of the cool, clear water. With a soothing splash, you washed your face, the refreshing liquid gliding over your skin and effortlessly erasing the grime of your earlier travels, leaving you feeling revitalized and connected to the serene landscape around you.

“She's here!” a small voice called from behind you, accompanied by the sound of little feet bustling around. You stood up and turned to face them. “Should you all be here? Did you ask your parents?” The children looked down, unsure. Torrence, a girl with plenty of moxie and attitude—maybe even more than you remembered—stepped forward. “We're practically old enough to be on our own! Plus, you said you would show us something cool!” she exclaimed, sounding a bit impatient.

You crossed your arms and asked, “Did you guys even miss me, or did you just want to see my new toys?” They were silent before giggling some of them nodding, And others saying they missed you.

“Fine, well it can't be avoided, can it?” Pulling out your blade almost quicker than the speed of sound you held it the tip pointing at the group of kids that let out yelps that turned into ‘Ooos’ and ‘Aah’s, “Okay, cool but why is it so small? Heimdalls is thicker than yours.”

You giggled and spoke in a low tone “That's because it is not from the nine realms. For a while I wasn’t able to open it” You glided the blade to your side twirling it around causing the body of water to circle the blade making the smaller kids clap “How'd you get it to open? Heimdall sai-“

You let out an exasperated sigh, your eyes narrowing in irritation. “Heimdall talks endlessly, always prattling on. But enough of that—I’ll get straight to the point.”

“It happened When I spoke to my sword. I had just found my way back into Midgard after I got my arm crushed, I’m not joking it was crushed, my arm was all puffy and purple.”

The children settled onto the grass, their eyes wide with curiosity as you lowered yourself to the ground in front of them. You carefully sheathed the gleaming sword, its hilt still catching the light, and gently placed it between you. The kids leaned in as you spoke about when you first opened the sword.

———before.

You collapsed onto the cool, stone floor of the temple, fatigue weighing heavily on your limbs after you departed Brok and Sindri’s home. The air was thick with the scent of ancient incense, a stark contrast to the chaos that buzzed around in your mind. As you gazed down at your arm, a fresh wave of discomfort surged through you, a vivid reminder of the recent events. The ground beneath you felt solid but unforgiving, and you realized that perhaps the best remedy for your turmoil would be to surrender to sleep, letting the darkness sweep away the aches and troubles that clung to you like shadows.

‘Have you tried speaking to it’

Brok’s words replayed in your mind, he couldn’t be serious. Speaking to it? You looked at your sword. Sighing to yourself you held the sword to your face looking at the scabbard it was in, the gold runes that aligned it alongside another language you didn’t know.

Closing your eyes you took a deep breath and let out a small, pleading “Hello?”

The only sound was your heart, the wind and the heavy rain outside that had suddenly poured, you almost decided to call it a night till a deep voice, one that sounded like if you were speaking to Thor but…older, with a distinct accent, not from here.

“Hello.”

Opening your eyes in surprise you only closed it again and cleared your throat “are you…my sword?”

“I am, your blade, yes.”

You held it close and opened your eyes speaking again “Why do you not open for me?”

There was a crash outside making you jump, you felt alone…well, at least you’re not really alone now.

“Why do I not open for you? When you first got me from That ‘King’ Odin, did you think to clean me? To take care of me? To assess any markups or damages on my steel? You have only tried to wield me when you are facing a foe. But you have not spoken to me.” The word "king" seemed to be spoken with venom and hatred.

You shrugged “I just thought-“

“That I was just some tool, because you got me and stuck me away in your wardrobe! For weeks!”

Sighing you looked at it sympathetically “I’m sorry. I know you deserve better treatment than to be treated like I treated you, I can make it up. How do I prove that to you?”

“…I would not like to be thrown to some shelf to collect dust. If you are worthy enough to wield me then we will be perfectly in tune, you will keep me sharp and clean and you will be as soft as a feather with as much force as a hounds dog, When you guide me with your hands I will lead you to victory against any and all foes. You wish to open me? Then you must open up your mind to me.”

You looked at the sword holding it tightly trying to focus on anything but the pulsing pain through your arm, “What is it?” You whispered, “do you want to know my name?”

“No,I want to know your biggest secret.”

You pulled back “I don’t have secrets”

“Everyone has secrets.”

You looked down “You sound like someone I know…”

“If you can trust me with your secrets, I can trust you with mine.”

You shrugged “I only have one secret.”

“Then speak it.”

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One of the kids laughed, “Creepy! What was the secret?” You shrugged, “I can’t tell you! It’s a secret.” There were some whines, you continued, “but when I opened it, I never felt so balanced. I grew in confidence!”

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You stood up and looked down at your arm, it was useless to try opening it up since your arm was failing around like a flag

The voice of your blade rang in your ear “The Lake, it'll heal you…if you ask it to.”

You looked at the large doors that lead outside “I can't push those open, it takes too much out of me.” You stood up walking towards the doors, looking down at the puddle of water seeping through from the outside. “Maybe…you don't have to… Focus, will the water, push open the door, there is no force stronger than waves, but be gentle.” You took a deep breath and closed your eyes ‘Please…open the door’ Opening your eyes the puddle of water lifted, drops of water slipping into the crack of the door, There was a long creaking sound the large stone doors whining as it was pushed apart by water.

Walking through the stream of water fell and the door slammed behind you, walking down the stairs the night was calming, the moon covered by clouds and thunder roaring through the sky, it made you wonder if Asgard was also experiencing the storm, if Thrud was tucked away warm and safe, if Heimdall was comforting Gulltoppr in the stables when she hid away from the rain. You sat down next to the boat dock, “Now, let yourself float in the water, relax and do not panic about drowning, speak with the water and ask it to heal you.” You looked at the sword hesitation on your face. “Trust me. I will be here when it is done, not like I can go anywhere now.”

You stood up undressing down to your bra and leaving your pants on you sat it down in a pile leaving your sword on top of your clothes, sitting down and scooting into the water you let out a shaking breath teeth chattering from the cold seeping into your veins, you laid back letting yourself float, closing your eyes to stop the rain disturbing your peace.

When your ears flooded with water the sounds of every drop that hit the surface were louder like a lullaby the movement of whatever creature lurking deep in the water swimming under you was loud, but you didn't fear it, as long as you didn't disturb them they wouldn't disturb you, letting out a breath it evaporating into the cold air a trail of smoke following your breath, suddenly your arm tingled you gasped feeling like pins were sticking into your flesh, water had wrapped around your arm squeezing it tightly pulling you down, letting out a panicked gasp you kicked using one arm to swim back up but the water was pitch black and you werent sure if you were swimming deeper or back to the surface.

But you were tired, and your body cramped up, at this point you were a pro at passing out.

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“...And I woke up and bam!” you clapped making the kids scream “I was back at the temple and my arm was back to brand new, And now I know my swords name” Pausing for slight dramatic effect, you pulled the blade from its scabbard and pointed it at the sky “Meet, Mizugami, it means ‘water god’ its a name not of these realms, but beyond, one of Tyrs weapons he was gifted from the wielder of this blade before him.” The blade pointed at the sky caused water to fall, rain pouring down from the heavens.

“Must we do these theatrics?”

You nodded toward the gleaming blade, a knowing smile spreading across your face. “Yes, we do! Just look at them; they absolutely adore it!” Your eyes lit up as you watched the children, their laughter ringing through the air like a sweet melody. They danced joyfully, their little feet splashing in the puddles, while others rolled gleefully in the thick, muddy earth. The sheer delight on their faces, combined with their cheerful squeals, created a joyful scene that warmed your heart.

Worth it..

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The sword doesnt speak out loud

tagging @loki-love @pkkkkk853456 @slaying69696969 @starke3y @itskrispykremer @gladiolus1010 @tao-tgsh @mother-mozquito zjust in case they would like to continue reading :D if they dont then please say dont tag me no mo fool!

#writing #fanfiction #x reader #fanfic #x female reader #heimdall #heimdall x reader #heimdall gow #heimdall/reader #heimdall god of war #heimdal god of war #god of war ragnorak #god of war x reader #god of war ragnarok

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brieflyannoyingandfunny · 1 month ago

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Arms Tonite

Sam Winchester x f!OC it's a canon rewrite with my oc in it nothing else.

Chapter 1

She had always been told: stay away from hunters and only use magic for the small stuff, love, we don’t want them to find you. And for most of her life, Constance followed those rules as religiously as her family pretended to be. So following after the Winchesters in their revenge/finding our father trip was really not the best idea that she had ever had. But there was something about Sam that told Connie he would one day need her help, and unfortunately she always followed where her heart led.

Before all of that mess started though, she was a student at Stanford, majoring in Sociology and Anthropology much to the chagrin of both her parents who had hopes of her becoming a lawyer like them. She had lived in Delaware all of her life and most if not all of Connie’s family resided there, but she applied to colleges all around the country just because, but something was calling her to the west coast, so when she got accepted into Stanford, she packed her bags, left her beloved cat in the hands of her mother, and followed her heart.

Her heart led Connie into Sociology 101, where she first laid eyes on Sam Winchester. As soon as she walked into the classroom her eyes were immediately drawn to him. After that, she kept seeing him all around wherever she went, and when she moved out of her dorm into an apartment she was not surprised to see that Sam and his girlfriend, Jessica, were her neighbours. Something kept drawing Connie and Sam together, and she was taught that things happen for a reason. She consulted her cards but found no clear answer, something large was at play drawing them together like this.

Nothing really happened until the first of November where she woke up with her heart pounding at the witching hour. Connie was disoriented because she had gone to a Halloween party with some classmates after doing her Samhain rituals because it was always better to be around people around the solstices than be alone missing her coven. Her heart was beating wildly and it felt that she had the wind howling at her ears, something big was about to happen. She stayed alert until 5 am, but besides a car speeding nothing was keeping her awake, so Connie went back to sleep. Connie spent the rest of the day doing chores and trying to live normally, but there was a pit in her stomach that just wouldn’t leave.

That night, a feeling told her to stay vigilant and to get ready, so she did. She packed a bag with clothes, necessities, and her Grimoire. She had started working on her own Grimoire at age 10, at first it was a loose collection of simple spells, tricks really, but as time went on she started adding spells that were on the defensive side, and even a couple more offensive ones that she had never had the chance to practise; after all, it was the big stuff that caught their attention. She was starting to doze off in a settee with a book in her hands when the heady smell of sulfur reached her through the open window, and Connie snapped her eyes wide open. Demonic presence. She sprang to her feet and immediately went to check on the Hex bag that would hide her presence from demons. It was intact, still she grabbed her holy water and rosary, and headed to the window just to see smoke coming from the building where Sam and Jess lived.

Almost in a trance, she made the 911 call, and stood from her window, watching as a burst of black smoke left the house. She stood there, as still as a statue for what felt like hours, while she waited for the emergency services to arrive. When they did and the rest of the neighbourhood started pouring out to see what was happening as humans tend to do, she sprang into action. Rosary in hand, she stood at the back of the group that had congregated to watch and started gathering her intent with her eyes closed. She opened her eyes for a brief second, took in her surroundings and closed her eyes again, since magic like cleansing spells normally made her eyes flash purple. She fidgeted with the rosary as though she were praying, and Connie started the incantation. Most people who looked at her would only see a devout girl praying, but not Dean Winchester, he saw the purple flash in her eyes before she had closed them and knew exactly what she was.

Dean was a man on a mission, after briefly looking over his shoulders at Sam, he made his way towards the blonde girl and grabbed her firmly by the arm. Leaning over quite a bit he started a… conversation.

“Now it’s not everyday I see a witch with a rosary, especially not when my little brother’s girlfriend was just killed.”

“Witch! What do you- .” She put on a good act, acting all innocent with her blue eyes wide open like that, but before she could finish her lie, Dean was once again on her.

“Don’t lie to me sweetheart. Now come on, I wanna ask you a few questions.” And with that, he led her towards baby and Sammy, keeping a firm grip on her arm.

“Hey! It wasn’t me dipshit.” By this point Connie had given up her pious girl pretense and was trying to get the hunter to let her go, but pulling her arm from his firm grasp while trying to keep up with his freakishly long steps and not tripping was not easy.

“Yeah I know, but then again what is a witch doing at the scene of the crime? Huh! Helping out your buddies?!” Connie at first had thought that the hunter had been incredibly intimidating, but at that moment thought that he was kind of… dorky.

“I was casting a cleansing spell. To keep demons away, duh! Besides, I would never hurt Jess or,” she had been so focused on getting away from the hunter that she had not realised that he had brought them over to a black Impala, and “Sam?”

“Connie?” Sam was aghast, why would Dean bring over the sweet girl he kept seeing across campus?

“You know her?” Dean grilled.

“Yeah, she lives across the street. Dean, what is this?” Sam had no clue what this could be about, from the moment that he had met Connie in one of his classes she had seemed like a very sweet girl although somewhat aloof at times, like she was afraid to get close to people. He really got that.

“She’s a witch, Sammy and she was doing some witchy shit just now” Wow, Connie did not like the accusative tone.

“Connie?” It couldn’t be, someone as sweet as Connie could have nothing to do with Jess’s death, it had to be something else.

“I…” Connie got the feeling that lying wouldn’t do any good in this case, so she went with, “Yeah. But like I was telling this jackass it’s a cleansing spell, you know, to keep bad stuff away” As she finished her sentence she realised just who she was saying this to, she inwardly grimaced.

“Why should we believe you?” Connie thought that this hunter guy was really annoying, hadn’t he ever run into good or neutral witches, it wasn’t like all of them had deals with demons.

“I believe her Dean,” Connie was relieved, she had always thought highly of Sam, “she’s never been anything but nice to me and uh Jess.” Oh. So it was Jess then.

“Sam,” she put her free arm on one of his, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” turning to his brother, “Dean we can trust her, let her go.” Dean did, and she immediately crossed her arms, rubbing the spot where he had grasped her.

“Alright, but I’m keeping an eye on her.” The hunter, clearly Sam’s brother Dean said gruffly. Connie stuck out her tongue at him.

“We got work to do” Sam shut the trunk of the car.

“You’re leaving.” Connie did not need to look into Sam's eyes to see that this was true.

“Yes, I have to find the thing that killed Jess.” Sam said this with so much conviction that Connie could see it becoming the truth.

“And to do that we have to find our dad.”

“I'm coming with you,” she said without thinking, but immediately knew that it was the thing to do. She just had to convince them of it too. Connie had no idea how she was going to explain dropping out of college to follow two hunters to her family, but after this she felt that there was no going back.

You can also find it on A03

#spn #supernatural #sam winchester x oc #sam winchester #dean winchester #spn fanfiction #fanfiction

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fondueforall · 9 months ago

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🎵You, you got your own opinions. But baby, I don't even need to hear 'em. It used to hurt me, used to bring me down. Do your worst, 'cause nothing's gonna stop me now. Don't let those losers take your magic, baby, yeah. 🎶 (let 'em talk by kesha plays automatically when you go on brittany's blog)

LIMA LOSER? OR IS THAT BRITTANY PIERCE? THEY MIGHT EVEN PASS FOR HUNTER SCHAFER IN THE RIGHT LIGHT. THEY'RE TWENTY-TWO, BUT STILL STUCK IN LIMA AT MCKINLEY. THEY'VE BEEN CALLED THE BLONDE AIRHEAD, BUT PREFER TO BE THE UNICORN. MAYBE IF THEY FIX THEIR AESTHETIC AKA LONG MOMENTS DANCING WITHOUT A CARE WITH THE MUSIC BLARING, GOSSIPING ON ALL THE DIRT OVER A TOO HOT POT OF CHEESE, AND GETTING SWEATY OUT ON THE FIELD IN A TOO SHORT SKIRT AND THE ROLLER RINK WITH THE GIRLS ON SKATES THEY'LL GET THEIR WAY. WORD ON THE SHOW CHOIR BLOGS ARE THEY'RE IN THE TROUBLETONES. SO GOOD LUCK TO THEM!

THE BASICS:

name: brittany susan pierce aka brittany s.pierce.

nicknames: britt, b, bee, britt-britt.

pronouns: she/her. NOT IT, NOT HE/HIM. thank you.

gender: 🏳️‍⚧️ ♀️

birthday/zodiac: march 14th, pisces.

birthplace: lima, oh.

relationship status: single, but i've kissed just about every member of the senior and junior classes at mckinley.

sexuality: bisexual.

occupation: host of fondue for two.

sports/clubs: cheerios, dance, the muckraker, gay/straight alliance, mathletes. also it's not at school, but! i play on the local roller derby team here in lima, we're called the pinup punks. my name there is pierce the blade, i'm the jammer. i also play the drums in a band called high road.

major/minor: journalism and media communication.

languages: english, spanish, asl, and a language i invented in middle school!

social media handles: fonduefortwo professionally everywhere, fondueforbritt everywhere else for my friends.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

height: 5'10'’.

build: ⌛️

eye color: blue.

hair color: blonde, sometimes i clip in fun colors when i'm not in cheerio mode though.

piercings: i have a lot! four on each ear, three on my lobes and one a helix and on the other an industrial. i also have my tongue, nipples, and belly button pierced.

tattoos: i have a rainbow on my wrist, a unicorn on my lower back and a small ufo on my shoulder. a portrait of my amazing feline friend lord tubbington. (someone who is Not brittany typed that in and later brittany removed it)

other distinguishing features: good tits and a big heart.

style: carefree and fun colors when i'm not in my cheer uniform. i love everything from bold patterns to simple ones.

PERSONALITY/INTERESTS:

traits: i like to think i’m loyal and creative, funny, friendly and pretty adventurous. but i know some people think i’m kind of stubborn and impulsive, probably naive and aloof too. also dumb or an airhead.

likes: to dance, fondue, my cats and the cats at love meow, art, math, performing, taking baths.

dislikes: bullies, being called stupid, ignorant people, conflict, injustice, feeling lonely.

fears: not being good enough or being hurt simply for being who i am.

skills: i can get out of handcuffs easily, bend pretty much my whole body, can put my feet over my head, do complicated math in my head, super good at reading peoples signs and i'm probably a lil psychic.

quirks: super bendy and flexible, does that count? double jointed, i can talk very fast, i do “voice overs”... mostly in my head.

hobbies: drawing, dancing, cheering, interviewing people, listening to true crime podcasts and alien/cryptid conspiracy theories, rollerskating, motocross.

music tastes: anything by kesha and beyonce, but also anything that i can dance to. ♪♫♬

myers-briggs: i did this because it was fun, but i can't remember i think it started with an e?

kinsey scale: 3, i'm equal opportunities.

strengths: i'm majorly talented, especially when it comes to dancing. i think people are surprised by how much i can lift too.. i also got like... an iron stomach, at least that's what my parents tell me. and despite what some people think, i'm pretty smart.

weaknesses: i get lost super easily.

She's the one they made me talk to when they found out I was keeping that bird in my locker.

#limalosersintro #/me: im going to take a lil nap bc i can't keep my eyes open #also me: wakes up years later like what happened :sob:

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cryptidofthekeys · 8 months ago

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Btw showing the desc of my fursona now (i forgor- oop I still swear to god I've forgotten a detail but I can just update it at any point so ye) But anyways here's uh my fursona! I bet y'all can tell im not super used to making furry characters

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| Name: Lunar Nightwing Creepybonez

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| Nicknames: Usually prefers to just go by Lunar, or his actual nicknames: Luny (Loo-ny), Creepz, or Bonez

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| Pronouns/Sexuality: Trans FTM, goes by He/Him, and he is Pansexual

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| Age: 24

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| Height: 5’5”

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| Species/Race: Anthropomorphic Animal (Mouse/Bat hybrid)

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| Hobby: Writer/Artist

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| Eye Color: One’s pastel purple and the other’s pastel green (light pastels) his eyes are normal pupils (sometimes they go silly mode, going wide like a cat’s, slits, his eyes can also swirl like a hypnosis effect)

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| Fur Color/Body Type: His fur is also Pastel Purple, from his neck to his belly is Pastel Green, his wings are a mixture of the colors (the back of his wings are fully pastel purple but the inside of his wings go in a row, pastel purple, pastel green, and then repeat essentially until his wing span ends, his wings are big enough to wrap around his whole body or someone else’s, and he’s fat.

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| Likes: Horror Stuff/Halloween, Demons, Sharks, Dogs, Bears, other Bats/Mice, Writing and Drawing of course, Baking, Rhythm Games, Sweets/Candies, Wrestling (it’s a special interest of his, has been since he was a kid, he can talk your ear off about it)

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| Dislikes: Shitty people in general which is obvious, dolphins, Owls, Hawks, not being able to do the things he likes, Anxiety, the stigma around sharks (has a fucking vendetta for Jaws but also watches it just to give correct and accurate shark facts), Dolphins …he just doesn’t like them, and …tbh I can’t think of much else, he doesn’t dislike a WHOLE lot lmao

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| Appearance: Imma get this out of the way, Lunar’s wings are attached from the back, his arms/paws are separate, he’s got a pink mouse tail as well, Lunar doesn’t wear clothes, he doesn’t… Really need to and besides, do you know how hard it’d be to cut out holes to fit his wings through and also his tail, it isn’t like he needs them anyways, he has pastel purple and pastel green toe beans on his paws too, and his toe beans squeak when you press them, as does his nose, his nose is pastel purple with little pastel green dots on them.

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Lunar has pointed ears like a bat’s, long whiskers like a mouse, his eyes usually have little white heart shines in them, he’s got two front buck teeth (but their razor sharp, like buck fangs)

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And his other teeth are just sharp and pointy, his fur is super soft and smooth, there’s three little tufts of pastel purple fur though that are always sticking up on him, no matter how much he combs it, it always sticks up, so he just kept it like that, he thinks it looks cool anyways, he has top surgery scars that kinda look similar to bat type wings.

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His eyes can go from heart shines to hypnotic swirls of pastel purple and pastel green (why? Bc I love designs like that)

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This is just me writing down the basics of like when I make the fursuit- which’ll be a LONG time from now bc I legit don’t know what I’m doing and need to learn

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…I realize he doesn’t really need a personality since uh he’s MY fursona- so he’s kinda just,, like me essentially- but some uh side facts I guess is in order-

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| Side Facts: Lunar is amazing at playing the old game ‘Snake’ when he was a kid he used to play all the time on his mom’s old Nokia phone (I’m giving him things that I did as a kid yes) if you put Snake in front of him he may not beat the full game but he can get a damn good high score on it, same with Tetris.

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Contrary to loving horror, while he has horror games he plays, he much prefers cozy games or relaxing ones, Stardew Valley is one of his most favorite cozy games.

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Lunar has a loud screech that can be deafening, it’s one of his defense mechanisms technically, his loud screen can hurt your ears hella bad if he does it loud enough, and accurate to real life bats, Luny can’t just fly up suddenly in the air, no, he has to get to a high enough platform and THEN take flight, he’s pretty fast too, both in the air and when running, I mean he IS a mouse/bat so yeah.

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Lunar is a scare actor at one of the haunt conventions in his hometown, he does it every Halloween (my dream to be a scare actor lmao) and Lunar’s house is decked to the nines in terms of horror merch, his house is like a damn horror house itself, he does sleep upside down most of the time with his tail and wings curled around himself, but sometimes he sleeps in a coffin bed he made himself just for dramatic effect.

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This fucker goes FERAL over Teddy Grahams, give him one of those and his life is yours, literally has been caught in the middle of the night eating a whole box of them, he fucking LOVES those things.

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His biggest comfort food is Graham Crackers and Milk, if he doesn’t feel like eating anything else because some days for him all food sucks or makes him feel sick, but they never do, it’s a huge comfort food to him and he could eat it at any given time.

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His favorite bands/singers include: Will Wood, Lordi, Circus Contraption, Creature Feature, and Ice Nine Kills mostly (but he'll always listen to anything at least once, he loves his music)

#Lunar Nightwing Creepybonez #furry fandom #furry character #fursona #one of these days i really wanna like make my own fursuit of him or hell just commission one #but that won't be for a long time from now-

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warriorbard2012 · 2 years ago

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Vaxleth + cuddles to make up for a loss of words

Thank you for the prompt! I hope I did it justice!

This takes place after the events of C1E97!

Vax woke up to an empty bed. For a second, he panicked, his mind fully aware that Keyleth had died earlier and he had missed it. Had he missed it again, had something else happened to her? He sat up and then relaxed when he saw her resting in the window seat, her knees up to her chest as she looked at the moon. It took him a minute to realize that she was crying.

Quickly he got up and went to her, wrapping his arm gently around her shoulders. She turned, buried her face into his chest, and sobbed momentarily. Gently he rubbed her back until she quieted, and when she pulled away, he wiped away her tears.

“Hey. You should be resting.” He said lovingly.

“I know.” She replied, her voice a bit weak from the day's events. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“You should have woken me. I might have been able to help or at least make you tea.” Vax said. He motioned towards the bed, and when she nodded, he gently picked her up and carried her over, setting her down softly on the blankets. Then he tucked her in before climbing in next to her. He couldn’t get over the vision of her holding weakly onto his sister’s broom, covered in blood. He wouldn’t know what he would do if he lost her.

“I know, but I just needed a minute, to try and calm down. I tried meditating, but I couldn’t focus my thoughts.” She sounded so defeated, and it broke his heart.

“That’s understandable after the day you have had,” Vax replied, gently running his fingers through her hair as she liked. She leaned into the touch with a cat-like motion, and he smiled. If she were Minxy right now, she would be purring.

“I died. For a split second, I was somewhere else. I thought maybe I would see my mother, but I didn’t. A part of me knows that I didn’t spend enough time there to know for sure, but the other part of me wonders if it's because she’s not there.” Keyleth sighed. “It seems foolish to hope.”

“Hope is never foolish, Kiki,” Vax reassured her.

Keyleth took a shaky breath. “All they found was her leg… we never found her body. Maybe she’s still out there somewhere?”

“Then we can look for her. Someone somewhere has to know something. Emon and the Council owe us a big favor; I’m sure they can put out inquiries and such. And if that fails, then we things get settled at home, we can go ourselves.”

He felt Kiki freeze briefly, and her green eyes flash to his. “Do you mean that?” She asked, her voice so quiet that even his keen hearing had to strain to hear her.

“Of course. You should know by now that I would do anything for you, go anywhere… I want to be with you, my love.”

Keyleth blushed, and she reached up to pull him in for a kiss. “Well, I knew that.” She teased. “But I meant you saying that Zephrah is home… did you mean that?”

Vax smiled. “Yes, but you missed the point, Love. Zephrah is a beautiful place, and I would enjoy settling down there, but anywhere you want to settle or be, is where I will be. Where you go… I go, and your people will be my people. I promise for as long as I draw breath.”

Keyleth didn’t know what to say to that, so instead; she hugged him tightly. He felt tears again, but this time he knew they were happy, and he felt a few of them slide down his cheeks.

“I love you, Kiki.” He whispered into her ear.

“I love you too.” She said after a moment. She pulled away and kissed him softly before settling down against him with her head on his chest. “I think I can sleep now. Will you hold me?”

He nodded and began running his fingers through her hair, keeping an eye on her as she fell back into slumber.

#vaxleth #Critical Role #vax'ildan #keyleth of the air ashari #critical role fanfiction #tiamat-zx #Answering voicemail #warriorbard2012writes

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dprdonuts · 1 year ago

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Ok the fuckboy allegations agains Jae eon are making more sense.

Ep 2 starts with Na Bi and Jae On about to kiss under a tree, then he gets a call, and has to leave.

Enter Best Girl Bit Na trying to explain to Na Bi

“Flowers don’t bloom for just one butterfly….he’s like a flower, a symbol of seductive beauty that withers once its plucked…and you don’t know how to keep things casual.”

And now that Na Bis been warned, Best Girl Bit Na proceeds to support and enable Na Bi to have as many orgasms as possible before she gets her heart broken.

And thats when I realized, I’m the fuckboi here. Like I’m pretty sure most of the people calling JaeOn a fuckboy would say the same about me because, while I’m not Song Kang Hot (bc really who tf is?) or as calculated about it as Jae On, that’s pretty much how I relationship. Like a neighborhood cat that wanders from house to house, no one knows who it technically belongs to, but everyone lets it in their house, feeds it, loves it, and lets it back out when its ready. If this dynamic does not spark joy in you, I’m probably not a good fit lol

Bit Na gets demoted from best girl to fuck girl for a bullshit speech about how men and women can’t be friends. -.-

Ok here’s where I get annoyed with jae eon, dude takes Na bi to a club, and she clearly hates it and has her ears covered and wants to leave. And he just acts cute and gently manipulates her into dancing with him and ‘having fun in spite of herself” cuz she’s so into him. Both cheesy and obnoxious. If it’s not fuck yea, it’s no my dude. In everything else as in sex.

Ok this part is dumb, too.

Nabi walks out of the club to meet Jae eon, who’s smoking outside. A girl gets to JE before Nabi does and clearly knows him, asks if he wants to come hang out with them, asks if he’s with anyone. A perfectly reasonable friendly interaction.

Nabi gets all sad and insecure, and Jae Eon…he reacts the way an insecure mono person would want him too, but it’s rude and stupid. He like. Looks at NaBi, looks kind of annoyed and nervous, and then puts an arm around NaBi and is all “i’m with her you can hang out without.” Girl suggests they can all hang out together, NaBi is like “no I can leave its fine!” -.-

Like. The appropriate way to handle that interaction is to be friendly, introduce everyone “i’m here with this person to night, we’re gonna hang out on our own. See you next time!” and everyone fucks off their separate ways.

But no. it’s all…tense and dumb.

Ok so I left a thing out. Theres this butterfly theme in the show. NaBi, I think, means butterfly, or sounds like butterfly in korean. JE has a Thing for butterflies. Like a cat lady, but butterflies. And the first time NaBi and Jae Eon met, he beat her at darts, and “the winner grants the loser a wish.” His wish was to draw a butterfly on her forearm in marker. Very cute, she didn’t wash it off, blah blah.

When he saw her again, he was like “oh its still there, it’s water based marker it should be gone by now.”

So, enter Random Club Girl, she’s got the same butterfly on her arm and its fresh. So, you know. More insecurity for NaBi

NaBi asks about the butterfly and he’s like “she did that on her own, she must’ve wanted to see how I’d react…she was a little obsessed with me and delusional.”

Squints ok yellow flag. That could be true. Or bullshit. Or “she wanted to date and I didn’t and then she wouldn’t leave me alone.” All plausible, but kinda shady. So, point in the fuckboy column.

The green flag, tho. Is that dude communicates. Addresses the situation head on, checks in. Asks here ‘hey why’d you try to ditch me?” and then proceeds to be reassuring and. You know. Normal about it. MonoNabi is unconvinced, and I am annoyed.

UGH fucking ji wan again. “Sol! Your so pretty! Even your eyebrows!” *pets eyebrows* “so what are we doing for lunch?”

Being closeted sucks. Oblivious straight girls suck, even when they are less straight than pre-gay.

Sidebar. Deeply fucking annoying thing in both kdrama and us stuff: character has some completely insignificant owie, and the other person fusses like they’ve broken an ankle. Bitch it’s a papercut, calm down.

Anyway, like that, and PJ being overly concerned is the thing that makes her think “yeah, no, I gotta nip this in the bud”

-.- Maybe I’m just too old for tv that doesn’t have monsters in it.

*a bunch of unnecessary angst about completely normal dating behavior*

…and then it gets gross. He messages her a lot and she ignores him, and angsts, and has a sex dream about him. Which. I mean. Fair.

Then she’s in class with him, and she has a Period disaster, so she starts acting uncomfortable and tries to escape, he goes to check on her-and notices she's trying to cover up her butt. So he just wraps a shirt around her waist.

Yeah, total fuck boy *eyeroll*

And then later when GoodFriend BitNa is trying to talk NaBi down from getting her heart broken she’s like:

“The things that make you feel special probably mean nothing to him. He’s nice to everyone without exception.”

DUDE.

He’s perfect. Why? Whis is this a problem? I’m so confused. The only ML with zero red flags and HE’S a fuckboy in a toxic situationship?

MAKE IT MAKE SENSE.

There’s another drunk college kids party, and it gets a little. People hang out at Na bis house, everyone scatters for a minute (cue some cute shit) and Na Bi seek Jae eon kissing one of the other girls

Ok, this part is gross. As soon as he sees NaBi, and tells the other girl “go back inside, I gotta make a phone call” and makes a very sincere-seeming, direct bid to be kissing NaBi instead instead…and she wipes the other girls lipstick off of him and kisses him.

Now I’ve got some fuckin feelings.

Like. He says something dumb like “oh, nbd, the girl just wanted to try kissing, I’d rather be kissing you.”

So like. Man is either a supervillain, ho edition, and is trying to see how far he can push her, or…idek.

Like. He’s obviously trying to persuade her to become part of the rotation, which is valid. But this just seems fuckin disrespectful to both of them.

Except if I was flirting with someone at a party, and saw him kissing someone else, it wouldn’t bother me. I mean, ok yes, I’m a human person who gets jealous but…not angry or disapproving. More like “ooh i wanna be smooching them too, get it, girl” you know? Like it wouldn’t bother me to be one of a few people making out with him in one night.

I miiight even feel weird to watch him ditch her to come make out with me?

Im also established enm, and very open about it so…different dynamics.

This is me being genuinely annoyed at our boy for the first time

#nevertheless #nevertheless ep2 #review #rewatch #spoilers #ohgodi'mafuckboi #the reason i get all offended on his behalf #is that he relationships just like me #recap

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