#oooooh i have so many THOUGHTS

[breakfastteatime]

Tonight's writing ambience (on constant repeat)

[undefeatablesin]

Me when other people enjoy my hunter gals in any capacity

[goldensunset]

FINALLY

[shackld]

okay this is so interesting actually,

this makes a lot of sense as to why chief becomes so much more powerful in times of high stress and in the midst of these very difficult battles whereas normally, she isn't. i mean yes she has such an incredible mental / emotional strength but she usually can't project the shackles as powerfully as she does in ordinary situations compared to being surrounded by Mania so !!! new information yes i love it !!!

also that last line, FUCK. this ties into my hc of chief not wanting to be seen as different or a freak and part of it has to do with wanting people to feel safe around her but also knowing it'd be safer and a wiser course of action for people to underestimate her rather than know exactly what she's capable of..... OKAY COOL MY BRAIN JUICES ARE FLOWING!

[autism-corner]

nooo one of the random statements that autism has decided is law got directly contradicted by the same person T-T

[zhukzucraft]

=> Martyn: Go forward

You dip your oars into the dark waters and bravely propel your little boat forward. You hope you'll find salvation in another player's base sooner rather than later.

And while you're rowing, you decide, your companion could use a distraction. And you could use a listener.

Martyn: So about the whole double thing.

Jimmy: Wha?..

Martyn: Double life the second.

Jimmy: I thought it was squared.

Martyn: Double life season two Electric Boogaloo!

Jimmy: Heh

Jimmy: Bit too many twos innit?

Martyn: True, but not the point.

Martyn: What do you think the catch is this time?

Jimmy: Uhh the same as last time? Some poor soul is attached to us and if we die they die?

Martyn: Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy

Martyn: It can't be that simple, can it?

Martyn: Why would a concept just get repeated like that? I reckon there's something more to it. Something lurking under the surface.

Jimmy: Oooooh

Jimmy: You think it's got to do with all the doubles?

Jimmy: What if... we have double the lives?

Martyn: You don't really think we'd be that lucky, do you?

Jimmy: Oh let a man dream.

Martyn: It's more likely that we have an evil double somewhere out there that we'll have to fight to the death.

Jimmy: I hope evil me is hotter than evil you then.

Jimmy: wait

Jimmy: dude!

Jimmy: Martyn stop the boat!!

Jimmy: I see it!

Martyn: ??

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Start Over -- Go Back

[mangostarjam]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT I sent this to one other person and I feel like maybe you’d also vibe with this but PLEASE DONT FEEL LIKE YOU HAVE TO RESPOND OR WRITE ABOUT THIS I JUST LIKE SHARING THOUGHTS

So like Hoshina is lowkey possessive(not like scary kind but the kind where it’s like “hey that’s my gf wtf”) and lets say his s/o is a platoon leader and people have noticed that she has a bite scar where her neck and shoulder meet(maybe one of the rookies likes her oooooh 👀) and there’s rumors and NO ONE KNOWS HOSHINA HAS A MATCHING BITE SCAR ON HIS NAPE BECAUSE ITS ALWAYS COVERED BY HIS COMPRESSION SHIRT(and then Kafka notices in the bath ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE VICE CAPTAIN IS MARRIED) AND JOKES ON EVERYBODY BECAUSE HIS WIFE IS ALSO POSSESSIVE(or maybe she got fed up with his shit once and bit him back lol)

OKAY ANYWAYS I LOVE YOUR WRITING AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME PLEASE MAKE SURE TO REST AND DRINK WATER BYE

-🐌

bless you snail anon i was ignoring some hardcore writer's block and this jump started something in my brain

bathtime revelations — hoshina soshiro x f!reader, established (secret) relationship, reader is a platoon leader, some minor narumi slander (sorry buddy. love that loser but it had to be done), biting, marking, possessiveness, uhhhh hickeys, edging?? nothing descriptive though sorry not today, 1.7k words

"Did you get attacked by a kaiju there, platoon leader? That's a strange looking scar."

The remark is innocent enough. You've been a member of the Defense Force for ages, and it's only natural to have numerous scars and aching bones from all the missions and kaiju neutralizing. Especially since you're a platoon leader of the Third Division, and you've leapt into the thick of things time and again to help Captain Ashiro get the best possible angle for her killing shots.

It would be fine, except the scar in question is a neat ring of teeth marks at the juncture between your shoulder and neck, where you're sensitive.

"Oh... no, that's not. Um." Shit. You've taken some of the Vice Captain's newest officers for an afternoon training session, and they're all looking at you now as you fumble for an explanation that doesn't expose your relationship. "I didn't get attacked by a kaiju, don't worry."

"Eh?? But that looks like a bite mark, platoon leader!" Iharu's voice is loud. You frown at him.

"It wasn't a kaiju," you say firmly. That much, at least, is the truth. "Anyway, if you guys wanna stay alive with just as many battle scars as me, go run some laps!"

Whew. There's a murmuring grumble, but everyone obeys orders. The summer heat and humidity wears you out quickly, and in an effort to combat the drain, you've stripped down to a tank top and your uniform pants. The bite mark in question feels like a brand on your skin, a ring of slightly raised flesh that should blend in with your other scars except for the clear circle it makes. You watch the rookies run, but your mind drifts, thinking back to when you got that set of teeth marks on your skin. Your body warms at the memory. Stupid boyfriend with his stupidly sharp canines.

You snap back to attention as Kikoru and Reno jog past, their words floating towards you on the breeze —

"—looks like maybe human?"

"Definitely not kaiju. You think the platoon leader's still with the person who marked her?"

"Oh, we can't ask that. Hibino senpai will be devastated."

Oh, jeez. There's no way you can let your boyfriend hear anything about this —

"How's it goin', platoon leader?"

Shit. You turn to the Vice Captain of the Third Division and frown. "What're you doing here?"

Hoshina Soshiro smirks at you, taking the tiniest step closer into what most people would consider to be personal space. "Just checkin' on my lil' fledglings! They've still got breath to gossip, eh? Are ya lettin' 'em off easy today, platoon leader?"

"I was letting them run off some energy so they'd forget about this bite mark on my neck, you vampire," you mumble. Soshiro laughs, leaning just a bit towards you. The afternoon sun glints off his purple hair in sparkles that dazzle your eyes, though it's easy to get pulled into his orbit when he's so magnetizing. You catch yourself and bring your outstretched hand up to your face, rubbing at your nose instead of sinking your fingers into the fluffy strands like you intended.

"Sounds like someone's got a lil' crush on our fearsome platoon leader," Soshiro says quietly, shooting you a lopsided grin. "Not that I blame 'em since it's you we're talkin' about. Still, it'd be good to send a message, y'know? Should I refresh your marks tonight?"

Your face feels hot. "'Marks?' But only one of them is visible when I'm in uniform!"

"What about the bath? We should give Shinomiya somethin' to report, don'tcha think?" His low voice sends a shiver down your spine and you frown to hide how much it's affecting you. Your boyfriend tilts his head. "Fresh marks'll show 'em all you belong to me."

Something hot and sharp lances through you and you bite at your lip to hold in a whine at the words. "That won't work," your voice is breathier than you'd like, but Soshiro is watching you like he wants to eat you alive and it's thrilling and terrifying and not enough. "They won't know it's you unless we match."

He raises an eyebrow at that, but the corner of his lips twitch as he fights down a grin. "Good point, platoon leader. We should discuss this in my office later."

"You're a menace."

Soshiro's smile softens into something fond and he takes another tiny step closer, until the fabric of his jacket brushes against your bare shoulder. You inhale his scent — bright, woodsy, something intrinsically Hoshina Soshiro — and all of your muscles relax. "And you're too dang cute for your own good, my love. See ya later?"

You nod and salute as he walks away, biting down a silly grin as you watch him call out encouragements and teases to his rookies. They all respond with good cheer and an edge of fierce determination, and once Soshiro fully exits the training area you allow yourself to return to the task at hand. You know, possibly more than anyone else on base, how hard Soshiro works to take care of his officers. You aren't going to let him down.

... but maybe you'll die of embarrassment first.

"Platoon leader! Did you spar after our training session? I would've liked to join!" Kikoru says, coming closer eagerly as you begin washing up in the communal bath. Your hand slips along your leg as you jerk up in surprise and Kikoru visibly falters as she takes in your bruises.

"This was a... private session, Shinomiya. I'd be happy to spar with you another time, though." Your entire body is warm, and not from the steam wafting through the echoing room.

"Aah, yes, of course! Sorry to disturb you, platoon leader!"

You resume your scrubbing with a quiet snort, listening as her footsteps return to the corner where Akari and Hakua are clearly ready to pounce. The girls probably don't realize how much sound travels in the bath, but you can hear their hushed whispers and giggling as Kikoru reports back that you're covered in hickeys.

You press down on a few of the blossoming bruises between your thighs and snort again. There's no way these could pass as training bruises — they're too intentional, too close to your aching center where Soshiro paid special attention earlier in his office — without letting you reach your peak. Bastard.

He made sure to leave marks along your chest and neck and shoulders again, taking advantage of your tank top for its easy access to your skin. Only after begging and pleading did he finally remove his stupidly tight compression shirt for you to drag your nails down his back and shoulders, fingers fisting into his hair as he licked and sucked at your core. After he ripped away your orgasm, you made good on your promise and left your own marks on his skin, kissing and sucking along the strong column of his throat and shoulders and pumping him with your hand until he nearly came on your thighs. Two could play at that game, after all.

Your ears perk as you catch your boyfriend's name. "Vice Captain Hoshina says I'm improving rapidly," Kikoru says cheerfully, tossing her head back. She certainly has the right to boast — her combat power levels just keep rising. She's going to make both of you proud. "Someday I will beat him in a practice match!"

"I'd like him to spar with me," another officer giggles. "Have you seen his back? Defense Force men are really no joke."

You bristle automatically. You're used to it by now — Soshiro's hot — but it doesn't make it any easier to hear confirmation of the fact out loud. "What about Captain Narumi? He's got really nice arms!" another officer says.

"You mean Captain Ego?" The communal bath fills with laughter as the girls gossip. "He's good looking, too, but Vice Captain Hoshina in that shirt..."

You're done bathing and changing into your nighttime clothes when a loud commotion from the other communal bath erupts. You share a look with a few of the girls, but you take your time pulling on your clothes (Soshiro's shirt, your shorts, your panties mysteriously missing — though you're sure you'll find them safely tucked into Soshiro's own sleeping pants pocket later).

You come out of the changing room and blink. "Vice Captain, how could you?!" Kafka is wailing dramatically. "You've already beat me by taking my spot by Mina's side, but you're beating me in having a girlfriend, too?!"

"Hang on a sec, old timer! You've already got the 'childhood friend promise' with the Captain!" Iharu shouts. "Leave something for the rest of us!"

"My, my, what a fuss," Soshiro says, waving his fingers. You blink, but the vision before you doesn't change. Most of the men are shirtless, towels wrapped around their waists as they spill out into the hallway in their chaos, and Soshiro is no exception. You can clearly see the raised pink lines your nails left behind on his densely muscled back, even with the small clump of officers between you. "We're all gonna catch a cold standin' out here like this."

"Those bruises on his neck... they look... fresh..." Reno says, his bright gaze darting between his Vice Captain and your exposed neck. Belatedly, you swing a towel around your shoulders, but Reno's eyes widen and you groan inwardly. "The platoon leader has fresh bruises, too."

Soshiro turns and your eyes snag on the blossoming pink and purple along his neck and shoulders. A quiet satisfaction settles in your gut at the sight, and you can't help but grin. "Keep that up, Officer Ichikawa, and you'll end up getting snagged for the Investigations Unit."

"They look good on her, don't they?" Soshiro hums, raising an eyebrow as the officers put two and two together. He meets your eye from across the small group and smirks. "Ain't it nice, platoon leader? Matchin' with the Vice Captain?"

Your answering smile makes his face light up with a deep fondness. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

[maythearo]

" Welcome back to Night Raven College's 'Ghostly Gossip'! The school's unofficial main online source for the latest news, articles and trending topics circulating around campus! "

" Who's next on the line? Yes, THE Vil Shoenheit. Someone roll out the red carpet! "

Navigation:

R. Rosehearts - T. Clover - C. Diamond - A. Trappola - D. Spade - L. Kingscholar - R. Bucchi - J. Howl - A. Ashengrotto - J. Leech - F. Leech - K. Al Asim - J. Viper - V. Schoenheit - R. Hunt - E. Felmier - I. Shroud - O. Shroud - M. Draconia - L. Vanrouge - S. Zigvolt - Silver

Design notes:

oooooh my god I'm so happy I finally got to draw the super tall monster high heels on someone!! Vil was by far, the character I had the most references saved for. I gotta say, the main inspiration to me was actually Vil's overblot form, probably my favorite design in game, mixing a bit of the religious references it had, I thought of a fallen angel for his scare-itage! I almost went with vampire, inspired on Elissabat's character, but I want to avoid as much as possible repeating the types of creatures the twst cast will be in this AU, and the vampire idea is reserved for a very obvious someone else from diasomnia!

The cons of having too many visual references and inspirations is that it's so difficult to choose only one outfit for the final version. I searched a lot of inspiration in drag, and the ones that clicked with my idea the most were some stuff Pabllo Vittar and Gottmik wore (I'm obssessed with them, you have no idea), if you squint you can see I loosely based Vil's makeup look on Gottmik's lol

There's also the two different patterns I made for Vil's dress. Neither of them were what I originally had in mind, turns out stained glass art is pretty difficult to replicate, but for now I judge these two look decent enough? I struggled to choose only one of them to put on the official character sheet, and I just went with the one on the right because it took longer for me to draw it 😭 you can consider both of them "canon" I guess? I don't think I have a preference between the two

Lore-wise I don't have any really relevant or detailed notes. Vil's personality and backstory pretty much remains the same, I think it fits in this universe as well. I could add to the story that the real reason he doesn't use his wings is because angels lose parts of their supernatural powers once they are cast out of heaven, but Vil prefers not to admit it. Also I think it would be fun if their actual angel form was one of those otherworldly cool burning wheels while this one is baisically just a cloak, for practicality, you know?

bonus doodle because I was in a good mood when I drew this:

[buckyalpine]

Oooooh I have an idea !!!!!! Fuckboy Bucky falling in love with you ! He’s begging you for a chance , one which you deny continuously knowing his reputation. He sends you the fluffiest texts , pictures of things that remind him of you but you won’t budge ! And one night , you’re drunk while all of you are out ! He keeps you close all night and then he takes you home ! He’s a gentleman . So you’re more than surprised to find him sleeping on your couch the next morning !! He greets you with a smile and then you thank him , give him a small peck and finally grant him that date he’s been begging for months for

college fuckboy buck x f reader

OOOH I love Fuckboy bucky, his name is Bunky btws. Bucket is the cheater, Bunky is a fuckboy but he can be redeemed so we all still love him. "Come onnn y/n" Bucky groaned, having asked you out for the 4th time this year. "Please? Just give me a chance, one date, please?"

You rolled your eyes while he leaned against your car, having trailed behind you after your class finished.

"Please?" He gave you his best puppy eyes, his bottom lip jutting out into an almost convincing pout but you willed yourself to ignore how adorable he looked. No. It wasn't worth getting your heart broken.

"No thank you Barnes, I don't want to join your roster"

You got into your car, shutting the door without waiting for him to respond, mostly because you were worried you'd break and agree to going on a date. Bucky sighed, watching you pull out of the parking lot without looking back; he really did like you. A lot. He wasn't great with emotions, he bottled up his feelings and deflected his emotions. He distracted himself with girl after girl but you were never just a distraction. You were different to him. You were really sweet. You helped him with his papers. You helped him take notes in class. He didn't intend on falling in love with you but here he was now, begging and pleading and chasing, hoping one day you'd say yes.

*****

You heard your phone ping, opening your lock screen to see a text message from Bucky.

"Thank you for the study notes, you really are a sweet heart"

You shook your head, snorting to yourself, he was probably copying and pasting the same text message to the other four girls he spoke to in class. It was bad enough you actually found him cute; he was well aware of how charming he was. You truthfully hated it. He was attractive, sweet, tall and the biggest fuckboy you knew. He didn't do relationships. Your phone pinged again to yet another message. It was a picture of a little golden lab sitting in his lap, the both of them having nearly identical facial expressions. Large twinkling eyes, an innocent but not so innocent face, fluffy hair (and fur).

"Saw this puppy, thought you'd like it"

"Guess which puppy I was referring to"

"Get it? Because were both adorable?"

You bit back a smile, immediately frowning afterwards. No. You would not be going down that rabbit hole with him. You only gave him your number so you could arrange study meets but Bucky took advantage of it, sending sweet messages and pictures of things that reminded him of you.

"My ma found my teddy bear from when I was little, reminded me of the one you have on your lockscreen" (Picture of a fluffy brown bear with the words Baby JBB embroidered on the front)

"Remember when we got coffee after studying late at the library?" (picture of a coffee cup and heart sugar cookie)

"It's sweet like you" (picture of a mini cupcake)

You sighed, scolding yourself every time your heart fluttered. No. It didn't matter how much he tried. You wouldn't give in. You wouldn't budge.

*****

Your body felt heavy and light at the same time, just a couple of drinks in. More than a couple. Many. You could feel the bass of the music thump through your whole body, swaying freely on the club dancefloor, seeing a familiar face in the crowd off to the side.

"Y/n?"

"Buckkyyyy" You slurred out, giggling while you stumbled towards, falling into his arms. He caught you with ease, holding you close to him, his heart racing because he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable being so close to him. You bounced on your heels, still swaying to the music while still in his hold, completely in your own world.

"Careful doll, are you okay?" He chuckled while you gave him a hazy smile, your eyes glazed over, letting out a tiny yawn. Your face heated up hearing him call you doll, you hated how much it made you feel giddy on the inside. 

"Yessssss" You nodded your head, your eyes closed because you were starting to feel tired. "M'not drunkkk"

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm, very sure Buck" You mumbled, burying your face into his chest, breathing in the scent of his cologne and something that was distinctly him. Like warmth...home...your heart...no. Nope. You tried to pull away but your body betrayed you, snuggling further into him as he held you. 

“Think you might be lying y/n” Bucky snickered leading you to sit in a quieter lounge area of the club. You didn’t hesitate to crawl into his lap, throwing your arms around his shoulder with your face nuzzled into his neck. You squirmed until you felt comfy, sighing contently when you felt his arms around you again. 

You pulled away from him suddenly, cupping his face to make him look at you; you looked at him with wide eyes as if you just realized something. Bucky watched you curiously, his heart braking because your adorable drunk antics were only making him fall for you more. He only wanted one chance. 

“I think I like Bucky” You whispered while squeezing his cheeks together, making his lips pout. “I have a crush on him”

Bucky bit back a smirk, his cheeks blushing while you continued to look at him with owlish eyes, waiting for his response. 

“Really? You think so?” 

You nodded vigorously, slapping your hand over his mouth before he could say anything more. 

"Shhhh don't tell anyone, its a secret" You continued to whisper, your hand trailing down to his chest to play with his chain. Bucky couldn’t tell what was worse; how sweet you were when you were like this, the fact that you just openly said you liked him and the fact that he had no chance with you. Even if your drunken ramblings were saying one thing, he didn’t want to keep pressuring you.

“M’sleepy” You stretched on him like a cat before snuggling into him again. Bucky smiled softly, carefully lifting you in his arms, getting into a cab to take you home. 

“Do you have the keys doll?” Bucky gently nudged you while you clung onto him outside of your door, mumbling something about them being in your purse. Bucky fished them out, opening the door and carrying you in, kicking his shoes off before taking you to your room. You sighed happily feeling your soft bedsheets about to fall asleep again but Bucky wasn’t having it. He knew you wouldn’t want to just fall asleep with your makeup and dress on. He cleared a bit of space on your sink counter before coming to get you. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up” He carried you to the bathroom, setting you on the counter. He grabbed some of your makeup wipes, removing your makeup and lashes while you kicked your feet, looking at him with heart eyes. His touch was warm and gentle, grabbing a bit of moisturizer to finish off. He massaged your skin, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks, his heart beating out of his chest because he so badly wanted to lean in and kiss you. 

“I brought you your sleepshirt bubs, I’ll be right outside the bathroom okay? Get changed and we’ll get you to bed” 

You nodded, clumsily trying to unzip your dress but to no avail. 

“Buckyyyyyy” Bucky poked his head into the bathroom, chuckling at your pouty face. 

“What is it doll?” 

“Take it off” 

Bucky stared at you with wide eyes, had this been any other situation you wouldn’t have had to tell him twice. He held the strap of your dress up while unzipping it for you, making sure it stayed up before leaving the bathroom. You some how managed to get changed, leaning against the doorway for support while Bucky waited. He lifted you in his arms and helped you under the sheets before tucking you into bed. He grabbed a glass of water and some pain medication to keep by your bedside table while you started to fall asleep. 

“Good night y/n” 

“Good night baby” You smiled in your sleep, softly snoring within seconds.  Baby. He knew he was head over heels in love with you. Bucky made his way to your living room, crashing on your couch for the night incase you needed anything in the middle of the night. He checked on you twice to make sure you were okay, blushing each time he saw your adorable curled up form. He would have given anything to be able to cuddle up with you and hold you close to him. 

******

You rubbed your eyes, still feeling a little disoriented. You were home. How did that happen? You remembered dancing....and then...

You crawled out of bed, surprised to find a glass of water and pain meds on your bedside. Who put them there? You were grateful anyway, quickly downing all the water and taking one of the tablets. You made your way to the kitchen, gasping when you saw Bucky scrolling through his phone, sprawled on your couch.  

“Bucky?” 

“Good morning doll” He smiled up at you, his eyes still tired from checking up on you throughout the night. 

“You brought me home?” He nodded while you hesitantly came and sat beside him, nervously biting on your lip. “You stayed here?” Some of the memories of last night flooding back. His soft hands on your face. Carrying you into bed. Tucking you in. You heard the door creak each time he checked on you. 

While your heart melted, Bucky’s heart raced, fearing you thought the worst. The last thing he wanted was for you to think he took advantage of you. He scrambled to sit up properly, his puppy eyes wide. 

“I promise nothing happened doll, you were tired so I called us a cab and brought you home. I helped you get ready for bed but I didn’t see anything, I just tucked you into bed and-

You lips pressed against his, cutting off his rambling, 

“Thank you. Now about that date you’ve been asking for.....”

5 years later

Bucky spun you around, pulling you towards him, his hands holding your waist close to him. Every time you thought he couldn’t get more handsome, he’d some how one up your expectations. Tonight he was in a dark suit, his beard trimmed, 

“Y’know, you admitted you had a crush on me that day” He whispered, a cocky little smirk playing on his lips. 

“When” You narrowed your eyes while he chuckled, swaying with you on the dancefloor. 

“The day you fell in love with me” He stated matter of factly, while you shook your head, your skin heating up. The affect he had on you never went away. 

“Who said I fell in love with you Barnes. All I did was agree to go out on a date with you” 

“And what else did you agree to” He wiggled his eyebrows, pecking a kiss onto your nose. 

“I didn’t agree to anything else” You shrugged, giggling when he dipped you, nipping your jaw, earning a bunch of whoops and whistles from the crowd.  

“Well you already said I do today, Mrs. Barnes” 

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[archangeldyke-all]

Need reader being spitroasted by ran n sev pleasseeeee😵‍💫

HEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHE

oooooh also this is the fifth ran ask! what emoji should we pick for the masterlist key? any suggestions?

men and minors dni

you come home to a suspiciously quiet house.

usually, when you're the last one of the three of you to come home, you walk through the front door to sevika and ran wrestling, or arguing, or making out. but they're always making some kind of noise.

you would be worried if you weren't fucking exhausted. you've had a terrible week at work, and the only thing that's kept you going is the thought of sleeping in tomorrow morning with your lovers wrapped around you.

you kick your shoes off, drop your bag, and shuffle to the bedroom, ready to collapse on bed and sleep.

only, when you push into the bedroom, there're candles lit, and rose petals scattered.

your heart drops. did you forget an anniversary? a birthday? fuck-- this is the problem with dating two people, there's twice as many important dates to remeber--

"baby." a voice cuts through your worried sprialing. you blink up from the bed to the sight of ran in the en-suite's doorway. they're naked...

well, naked except for their strap. you blink down at the dildo hanging off your partner's legs, then back up at them, confused.

"what?" you ask.

sevika steps out of the bathroom, grinning. "babe, you're finally home!" she greets.

she's naked and wearing a strap too.

"am i... interrupting something?" you ask. ran and sevika both laugh, and you can't stop your eyes from flicking between both of your lovers. you're turned on, exhausted, and confused.

"baby. lay down." ran says, reaching out and leading you to sit on the bed. you blink up at them, not quite understanding what's happening as they kneel down and start stripping your socks off your feet for you.

sevika climbs into bed behind you, her hands kneading into your stiff shoulders as ran's start digging into the arches of your feet. you groan, sinking backwards into sevika's chest as you start to relax after a hard week.

"is it our anniversary?" you ask, still not understanding what the occasion is.

sevika chuckles and kisses your cheek. "no. we noticed how hard you've been workin' lately-- you've been tired, baby." she mumbles against your neck, before she starts sucking at the skin.

"we wanna take care of you." ran mumbles, their hands trailing up and down your calves, squeezing the tight muscles.

realization dawns on you, and tears threaten to spring up in your eyes. "fuck." you whimper. "you guys." your vocie shakes, and sevika snorts.

"told you she'd cry."

ran giggles, and kisses each of your knees.

you elbow sevika, then turn your face to kiss her cheek. "i'm the luckiest woman in the world." you sigh.

"corny." ran mumbles from where their hands are pulling open your pants. sevika flicks their head, then starts to unbutton your shirt.

you just relax back into her strong chest, letting your partners take care of you.

it isn't until you're naked, sevika kissing your neck as ran trails kisses up your legs-- that you become aware of the slight kink in their plan.

"y-you're both strapped up." you whimper as ran sucks a hickey into your thigh.

you guys have had a system for years at this point, to settle disputes in the bedroom when it's time for someone to strap up. rock paper scissors usually solves it, and it's ended up being a pretty fair way of distributing strap-on privileges.

and as hot as the thought is, and as much as the three of you have talked about it-- none of you are ready to try double penetration yet.

so you're confused.

ran's mischievous smile makes your cunt throb.

"well..." they trail off, looking up to sevika where her chin's hooked over your shoulder.

"i saw a porno the other day." sevika fills in. you giggle.

sevika only really watches porn when she's researching for the three of you. it's hilarious to witness-- sevika with a notebook and pen in her hands while filth plays on the screen. you and ran like to watch with her, your hands occupied with much more satisfying activities, to see how long she can last before she snaps and throws the notebook away to pay attention to the two of you.

she's had to start researching porn in private to avoid any distractions.

"what if sev fucked your cunt, while i fucked your mouth?" ran whispers from between your legs.

you almost cum from the words alone. ran giggles at the way your thighs clench around their face a bit, and sevika hums, nuzzling her nose against your throat, happy with your reaction.

your lovers rearrange you easily, propping you up on all fours with your ass facing the head of the bed, your head facing ran where they stand at the foot.

they don't make you work for it. they don't tease you, like they tend to. instead, ran just cups your face gently, and slides their cock past your lips.

your partners know you well. nothing turns your brain to mush like giving head especially when you're sucking on strap.

there's no stakes. ran can't really feel your mouth, no matter how much they think they can, so you can be as sloppy, uncoordinated, and dumb on their cock as you want. and the moans they let out get you fucking drunk.

behind you, sevika smacks your ass.

you choke on ran's cock, and they and sevika both giggle at your sputters. sevika apologizes for surprising you by running her fingers through your cunt.

"shit." she gasps. ran grunts.

"what?"

"she's fuckin' dripping already."

god-- this is the best/worst part of having two partners. when they talk about you like you aren't even there. it makes you all gooey on the inside, and now, with your mouth stuffed with cock, you can't even complain about them doing it.

"she's a cockslut, sev, whaddya expect?" ran asks, swiping their finger over your cheek tenderly as they blink down at you adoringly.

you whimper.

sevika sinks two fingers inside of you.

your brain starts to leak out of your ears, and your elbows wobble.

ran laughs, takes a step forward and helps you up to your knees as they wrap their arms around your waist, leaning in for a kiss.

sevika's kissing down your shoulders, her fingers hammering in and out of your squelching cunt.

"i'm--" you choke out.

"gonna cum baby?" ran asks against your lips. you nod, huffing for air as sevika's fingers assault your g-spot.

"s-sev--" you whimper. she chuckles behind you, one of her hands sneaking between you and ran's bodies to play with your tits.

"come on my fingers, then we'll turn you over n' put both our cocks in you."

you cum, the image sending you spiraling into one of the most intense orgasms you've ever had.

usually, ran and sevika give you a minute to catch your breath after you cum. tonight, they don't.

they help you down to the bed, still shaking and whimpering, turning you onto your back, your head hanging off the foot of the bed.

your thighs are clenching together so hard, both from your receding orgasm and the one that's growing at the prospect at what's about to happen to you. sevika notices, giggling and kissing both of your knees before she tears your legs apart.

you gasp. ran takes the oppertunity to sink their cock all the way down your throat.

fuck.

you can smell their arousal, your nose half an inch from their cunt, your throat stuffed with cock. all you can see is the wet curls of ran's bush.

and then sevika sinks inside of you.

you cum the second you get them both in you. and upon seeing this, they both snap.

"shit, baby, you're perfect." sevika whimpers. "perfect little cockslut-- cummin' the second you got us inside you-- you're adorable."

"just like that, honey, just feel good for us." ran mutters, their hands gripping your tits as they start to thrust in and out of your mouth. you'll have ten little bruises on your chest in the morning.

and ten on your hips-- if sevika's grip doesn't lessen as she pounds into you.

the sound of your choked moans and squelching cunt fill the room, along with the moans of your lovers and the occasional smack of the two of them kissing above you.

you've never been so turned on in your life-- you can't stop shaking, you're not sure if your orgasm is lasting a lifetime or if you're just having a bunch in a row.

spit is sliding down your face-- you're lightheaded from your head's upside down position. your thighs are soaked in your own cum, you don't know if you're squirting or just that fucking wet. neither would surprise out.

you've never felt so perfect in your life.

"shit, i'm gonna cum." ran grunts.

your hands fly up to clutch their ass, pulling them deeper down your throat. sevika chuckles. "such a fuckin' slut." she teases.

"my favorite slut." ran grunts.

"i take offense to that." sevika mutters.

ran laughs, loud and bright, and then they dissolve into moans, their hips stuttering as they cum down your throat.

they pull their cock out of your mouth with a disgusting wet pop, and you whimper at the loss. "come back."

sevika groans, and collapses forward, burying her face against your neck as she starts to cum inside you. "slut!" she laughs brightly between her whimpers. "i love you so f-fuckin much, baby, s-shit." she whines.

ran's grinning down at you, their cock resting on your cheek as they stroke your cheek. "how you feelin' baby?" they ask.

sevika bites your throat as she comes down from her orgasm, and you squeak. "i-ah!" both your lovers laugh. you roll your eyes, then try again. "'m so fuckin' good." you say, grinning.

"yeah?" ran asks. you nod up at them, dreamily. they giggle, and duck down to kiss you upside down. you hum against their lips. "good. 'cause we're just gettin' started."

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[semperamans]

Wait because I'm so obsessed with Benny's doll wanting more, deeper kisses and him in her bed but he's determined not to fuck it up! To woo and romance her, treat her like a lady but she's sooo desperate, she's just a girl!

(can I sign off with ✨ so you know it's me sending asks? :3)

oooooh this… this is dangerous… this got me thinking… i am having so many thoughts… i need to lay down :’(

“doll,” benny lets out an almost pained grunt from the back of his throat. “y’gotta stop movin’ like that. won’t-won’t be able to stop,” he’s got his hands on your hips, grip so tight it almost hurts, but you like it, like it so much that you repeat that sinful action, seeking gratification and when your boy drops his head and lets out another noise you’ve never heard before you figure you’re doing a good job.

you see, benny knew from the moment he entered your room that he fucked up. he loves you and there is so much of you around that it’s almost hard to fucking breathe. your nail polishes are displayed on a pretty little tray atop the vanity. old posters from girlhood are pinned into the wallpaper. there’s a long-eared bunny plush thrown haphazardly across your frilly bedding and do you sleep with that? benny doesn’t ask because he knows :( and he finds it so. fucking. cute. :(

but now he’s really fucked. god he’s so very fucked. he should have told you no the second he heard your folks weren’t home and ‘specially when you told him they weren’t coming back til tomorrow. no no no it wasn’t supposed to be like this. he was supposed to go slow with you, with this; to take you on dates and give you his last name and protect you but now you’re beneath him, thighs parted, heel of your foot digging into the dimple at his spine, satin sleep shorts riding dangerously high up your leg. he hadn’t expected you to know how to move like that; caught him by surprise you did, such a sneaky thing but now he wants more and knows he can’t have it. shouldn’t have it. shouldn’t want it the way he does but you’re repeating his name like a prayer and he hasn’t even touched you yet :( so what are you going to be like when he does :( the thought makes him shiver.

“baby,” he says, but he’s a weak man. so weak for you, for his preening little lady, that he has to stop, clear his throat, and try again. “baby-oh fuck-honey, hey, hey, shhh.” “just need you benny.” you’re in tears. “want you to be close. gotta have you so close. please? please more.” he’s dizzy. so dizzy dizzy dizzy that he’s gotta lay his forehead on yours and try to collect himself, his thoughts, but it’s impossible when you sound like that and when you’re asking so nicely? :( his polite girl. “don’t you love me, benny?” you’re playing him. there’s not a doubt in your mind that he loves you. he’d do anything for you and your lust addled conscience weaponizes his unyielding affection. anything to get him closer closer closer. “love me, benny. c’mon. please? please love on me.”

and when you put it like that… how can he turn you down?

[elftwink]

going to say something about writing that is not a complaint and i know it sounds exactly like someone complaining but the conclusion i have drawn is that this rules. preface over am currently "working on" (in the most generous, nebulous sense possible) an original fantasy story & i just keep finding more stuff about the world i need to decide because it feels extremely formative to me even though it will barely appear on the page, if at all

but like... just the sheer volume of communication irl that happens symbolically that you never question becomes so apparent when you try to create a world that doesn't have those things or doesn't have the conditions for such a thing to be created. writing a character wearing a wedding ring and then going wait a minute— would these people communicate marital status via ring placement? why do we do that irl? when did we start? surely thats not the only way people ever communicate marriage— what does everyone else do? and really, come to think of it, what does it mean to be 'married' in this fictional world i'm creating? is there a legal component or just a social one? should it have all the same connotations/obligations as the real world (e.g. monogamy, having children, romantic love, impact on finances, etc)?

you can do this with literally Everything In The World. what language is everyone speaking? is it the same one? how many languages are there in the region i'm writing about? is the language we're speaking anyone's second language? when did they learn? is bilingualism common? and where does everyone here live? speaking of living, is that a permanent dwelling situation or are people nomadic? what's the climate like? are all the characters here used to the climate or is someone used to ten degrees cooler and kind of short tempered because of it? the clothes are probably impacted by the weather, what's everyone wearing? what's it made out of? what would be around here that could be used for dye? help me i have a case of worldbuilders disease and its incurable. these motherfuckers are never going to finish this journey because i cant even get them on the page long enough to pack a cart. also would they use carts? when did we start having cart and carriages pulled on roads irl? if there's roads, who's maintaining them— or is it just the path from years of people travelling that way? does the terrain allow for wheeled vehicles or would some other way be better?

anyway. you may call all this a waste of time and "not technically writing" since i "havent written any prose". i think im just slow cooking this novel. oooooh im thinking about it so much. you just wait when im like 56 im going to knock your socks right off with my intricate detailed world where i thought about everything except whatever element of society you understand most deeply. that part i fucked up and clearly didn't know anything about. sorry

[desire-mona]

siiiigh. todd autism headcanons because im projecting.

(using they/he/she pronouns for todd in this post. will explain but also if u dont agree i dont care, tw for alcoholism. time period is vague but autism hasnt existed as a legitimate medical diagnosis for all that long, so keep it in mind i guess.)

- cannot for the life of him stand welton's blankets. so itchy, just thin enough to not warm you up enough but still make you sweat, not long enough to cover your entire body. yes im making the blanket line in their poem about actual blankets, a boy needs to vent somewhere.

- beyond terrible temperature regulation, ALWAYS just a little too hot which is made worse by her sensory issues when it comes to wet fabric. constant slight agony and it never really goes away. theyre about 5 minutes away from crying about how uncomfortable they are at all times.

- had god awful handwriting until high school, like his teachers could BARELY read his handwriting it was Bad. OOOOOH OH MY GOD THERES A TRAIN GOING BY I CAN HEAR IT HONKING this is a really ironic thing to be pointing out rn but its sooooo worth mentioning. its still honking this is fun. 🚂. anyway. her parents made her spend an entire summer fixing her handwriting bc that was like the One thing her teachers criticised. its Fine now but their motor function simply doesn't deliver in the handwriting department.

- had a VERY INTENSE special interest in aquatic life + marine biology growing up, like read every book about any ocean animal in any library intense. his parents eventually forced him to abandon it because its "not a good career focus" but he still perks up when anyone mentions fish. once talked neils ear off about the biodiversity of coral reefs for roughly 2 hours, neil took her to an aquarium for their first date. rip todd anderson you wouldve loved spongebob squarepants.

- looooves pets, namely cats, but they have Too Sweaty hands all the time so any animal fur sticks onto their hands and just feels. so awful.

- had a brief period in his 20s where he was definitely an alcoholic, started as a social drinker but got too addicted to the feeling of not having to adhere to social conventions quite as hard, especially around other drunk ppl. eventually went sober after they realised they just Cant Stand the feeling of a hangover anymore. autistic ppl r more likely to develop a dependency on alcohol if we do start drinking. just btw.

- gets a Pretty Expansive vocabulary after actually starting to pursue literature. sometimes his family lightly teases him about using big words but it confuses the hell out of him. its just a word she thought would apply best!!

- soooooo obsessed with what other ppls idea of them is, both in an anxious way and out of genuine curiosity. would never ask ppl what they think of her bc she thinks thats 1) very broad 2) seems compliment fish-y and 3) just gonna lead to "i think ur great/ nice/ whatever filler compliment." but the dream is to sit someone (neil) down and just ask him every single question possible about how he perceives him.

- asks a billion clarifying questions about anything someone asks him to do, gets anxious about how many questions he's asking, tries to just figure it out, freaks out about the possibility of getting it wrong, ends up doing the thing perfectly. weekly occurrence.

- never fully grasped the appeal of religion (most definitely grew up catholic or christian or Something) just bc she could NOT let the lack of proof go. ALSO not an atheist bc the vastness of space scares them out of it. religious beliefs r a weird topic for them.

- suppresses a good chunk of his stims in public bc One total time someone looked at him weird while he was chewing on a sweatshirt string and he was like i gotta stop NOW. eventually develops tics and has to mask THOSE in public too. dear god someone let this girl unmask. also i started ticcing while writing that bc my body does this great thing where i only tic when im reminded of the concept of ticcing. its great and totally doesnt make me think im faking them (faking for who? dunno bc it usually happens when im alone)

- DOES in fact stim around neil bc NEIL STIMS TOO!!!!!!!! joyous day when they found THAT out! gets vocal stims of random lines from whatever play neil is practicing for. YEAA ART THOU THEEEEREE was a vocal stim for a solid week and a half which made neil VERY excited (autistic neil. how i love u autistic anderperry)

- velcro is The most evil vile disgusting material to ever grace this mortal realm. he hates it more than anything ever and i mean that fully. the feeling of BOTH sides, the noise, how easily it comes apart, she hates it all.

this is the gender part

never really viewed gender and gender roles as anything to adhere to beyond the fear of punishment if they dont. finds any social convention relating to gender to be Really dumb and meaningless, bc gender isn't (scientifically) real in any capacity, so why treat it like that? for the longest time just shrugged and said "eh, i guess im a boy" bc thats what she was used to being told, and didn't feel particularly drawn to agree OR disagree. eventually realised on a late night that Wait. i dont Actually care what i am. like yeah im a Male i guess but also im just me. my brain doesnt have a gender and i basically am my brain, right? and then never really thought about it again because that's genuinely how little he cares. adhering the most to canon with that mindset, she never really tells anyone (for obvious reasons on top of the overall apathy) and just lets the he/him happen to her but. in my dream world? agender they/he/she todd anderson. and this is MY blog so those are the pronouns im using from now on. i will forever love talking abt how autistic ppl very often view gender differently than allistic ppl, will forever love talking abt how autistic ppl are more likely to be trans. autism!!!

also yes that entire paragraph is just my view of gender, change the pronouns and the todd mentions and its just me. what of it.

[caputvulpinum]

Hello.

It is very interesting seeing your posts on cultural Christianity, if not only because I think it is interesting from the weird religious mix I grew up with. Because I have Catholic family members, but IDK anything about Catholicism, but I still ended up internalizing ideals I didn't know were connected to it and only really apply them to myself (?)

Which is weird to me. I actually grew up as a Mahayana Buddhist, specifically Shin Pure Land Buddhism. So even despite that Catholic connection, I still like... have more the "thought process" of my school? Like, I'm used to people online practically only seeing Christianity and *maybe* Judaism or Islam as religions that exist, and it's weird to me just because how many Buddhist ideas were put in my head when I was younger (even despite the Catholicism, again!!). I knew someone who denied me being Buddhist, because Buddhism was only a concept used for movies (?) and that I was being racist for following it (?). Very fascinating stuff. I mean, I guess I don't really follow if anyways. I am secular, I just follow the teachings.

Sorry for this ramble. I guess it had no point. I was just, I guess, interested in sharing my thoughts as someone who kinda lived celebrating Buddhist stuff while having a semi-Christian environment and feeling isolated for it? Sorry again!!

Hey no need to apologize this is really cool! Also oooooh Pure Land Buddhism. Don't see that one every day. I have a weird fascination with Shin Pure Land specifically because a lot of the time--and this is generalizing, I know--most major Asian religions tend to be very contrary to Christian ideas of the material world (i.e. Shinto believes the material is inherently spiritual and holy vs Christianity believing it is inherently sinful and irredeemable until the Rapture), and Pure Land is this fascinating syncretic version almost! Like, the material world is extremely difficult to be GoodTM in, so the hope is to just try your best and hope you get into the land where Goodness is more feasible is just. Such a fascinating interpretation of Buddhism when you compare it to other more popular Buddhist vehicles.

[00belle00lovely00]

Can you pls do Craftycorn x Dogday? I'm STARVING for craftyday content 🙏

OH MAH GAWD IM GETTING SO MANY BY AMOUNTS- I AM-

OK OK OK OK OK I GOT PLENTY FOR THIS ONE

☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨

I'm sticking with this one ship called "Sunshine and Rainbows."

He calls her Pretty Lady regularly.

We all know how Craftycorn is very much soft-spoken, in my head, she always played out as not exactly a shy girl but rather someone very intimate with herself you know? WHILE DOGDAY? NAH. HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT PERSONAL SPACE, HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT NOT WANTING TO MAKE FRIENDS IS LIKE, THIS MAN IS THE EMBODIMENT OF EXTROVERTS.

I think the biggest headcanon we all agreed to is that one scenario where Crafty gets all nervous to show people her art, while Dogday says: "LETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETME-" on poor Crafty.

Okay, underrated headcanon. INSTEAD of Craftycorn liking Dogday and being such a nervous mess about it. WHAT IF DOGDAY WAS THE ONE WHO HAD A CRUSH ON HER- WHAT IF YALL, WHAT IFFFFF!

Can't we all just equally agree Dogday sucks at drawing so we got Crafty as his art teacher? PLEASE-

I've said it so many times. Live laugh love Craftycorn girl failure.

DOGDAY👏GIVING👏CRAFTYCORN👏PRINCESS👏TREATMENT👏>>>>>>>>>>

Dogday, although sunny and joyful, can obviously get VERY stressed regularly. As if in case any of his friends get into a small fight, he gets to stay up all night trying to figure out a way to reconcile the group back together. Telling himself that "it's what the leader has to do". Of course, Craftycorn gets worried by how Dogday's house lights are still on. And decides to go check up on him. She's not as good as Catnap in helping people go to sleep, but she is non less a good company to stick around. So if Dogday declines to get to sleep right away when Crafty asks him about it, she considers perhaps doing some arts and crafts to at least ease his mind. Hopefully, him falling asleep at the desk to then be tucked him with a blanket.

They gotta absolutely LOVE cartoons.

SHE BETTER BE SCRATCHING THIS PUPPY'S EARS- IF IT'S NOT HER. I AM. WE ALL ARE.

Dogday ultimate good boy hehehhehehehheeheh.

Bobby is listening to the whole tea the moment she finds out about this.

Here's a nice headcanon nobody thought about

Craftycorn when typing: " (*^▽^*)\(@^0^@)/(●'◡'●)(✿◕‿◕✿)¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ╰(*°▽°*)╯(^///^)(❁´◡`❁)☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆（￣︶￣）↗　( •̀ ω •́ )✧(～￣▽￣)～(✿◡‿◡)（*＾-＾*）(≧∇≦)ﾉ(^・ω・^ )(^._.^)ﾉ╰（‵□′）╯(°ロ°)(⊙_⊙)？ "

Meanwhile Dogday typing: "😊👍"

AM I RIGHT?????

Crafty would make him so many matching bracelets that at this point he had to put them up on the walls as decorations. Yes, she gets embarrassed asf every time they have a slumber party with the group.

Crafty is known to be a very quiet and collected gal, BUT. HERE'S THE SITUATION- IF SHE EVER SNAPPED AT SOMEONE SHE SNAPS ALRIGHT? And BECAUSE she gets so pissed, she attempts to shut her mouth instantly, rush to the nearest room she can find and look herself inside. Guilt and embarrassment eat her alive. Yet, of course, we got Dogday to walk in as an optimistic reassurance.

OOOOOH, WHAT IF DOGDAY WAS BRAIDING HER HAIR AND TAIL- G A S P...... OH MY LORD, I GOTTA SEE ART OF THAT-

ONTOP OF THAT, LET CRAFTYCORN PUT MAKEUP ON HIM, AAAAHHHH!!!!

Between the two of them, Craftycorn is much smarter than him.

PDA?... oh man, have you seen how Dogday is? Of course, there's gonna be a PDA. What you'd expect?

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Hi!

Could you please write a headcanon on how Canada, Russia, Germany, Prussia and England (with England both Arthur and Alice) would react on coming home wile their s/o dozed off on the couch from exhaustion?

Oooooh a chance for some fluff. Here you go 🌟

🇨🇦 Canada 🇨🇦

He would find it cute that you’re splayed all over the couch like an exhausted polar bear after a massive brunch. He would boop your nose and see how many times he can get away with doing so before you wake up. He will even pull out a counter. It takes him a minute to realize that many papers are crowded behind you on the couch. When you finally become conscious, you immediately recognize the concern on his face. You explain that the latest project that will need to be completed by mid-spring has a few issues that have come up. Matthew will offer to make you a hot drink and run your nightly bath. He will put his nose to yours and say:

“I love you my sweet maple.”

🇬🇧 England 🇬🇧

“How adorable,” He will say to himself as he enters the living room that had dimming light from the early evening sun. He snaps his fingers and flying mint bunny appears in a paparazzi outfit. The green bunny was ready to get the scoop. He took impromptu photos while you were in your deep slumber. Arthur saves these photos for a secret scrapbook that he may or may not show you one day. He will walk over to get a better view of your beautiful face. As he removes some of the hair from your face, he can see that the bags under your eyes have expanded over the last few months. He worried about your increasing workload and some of the other things that have been happening in your life. Arthur will stroke your face gently and leave you with a kiss on the cheek.

“I suppose I should prepare some tea.”

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🌼 England Nyo! 🌼🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

Each time she comes home to you she considers herself lucky. A sense of ease washes over her as you slept soundly on the couch. However, Alice is a bit of a worrywart when it comes to you. You’d been coming home to pass out on the couch daily for the past few weeks. She placed her hand on top of your forehead to make sure you weren’t running a fever. Once she sees that the coffee table is covered in books, documents, and highlighters, she immediately knows the testing season is underway. Alice still thought working this much wasn’t normal, but she was eager to see you achieve your dreams. Out of love and valuing it higher above her ego, she’ll give France a call and ask for assistance in making an incredible meal that tastes great and gets you your energy back.

🇩🇪 Germany 🇩🇪

He’s not so great at describing what his heart feels so a smile graces his face as well as the sudden appearance of butterflies and Edelweiss. This is his standard reaction since most can’t relax within his presence. However, as he came over so that he could have a better view of you he was concerned. A pen was held in your fist while you were face down on some papers as your lungs dragged in oxygen. Ludwig accidentally stepped on some of the documents that had fallen to the floor. This will give him pause and make him question just how strenuous your job has become for you lately. As you let out a yawn and turn yourself over, Ludwig can’t help but admire you for a few moments as you continue your slumber. He will organize your papers and leave you to slumber soundly.

🐥 Prussia 🐥

Gilbert will rouse you from your slumber as he shouts your name loudly as soon as he gets through the door. When he comes to you on the couch, he takes notice of your extremely messy hair, indentations of your skin from the couches’ pillows, and dried-up drool.

“Wow, someone had an insanely crazy nap! You look like you haven’t slept in weeks! Vhats going on with you lately?”

Once you explain that the combination of school and work is beginning to make you reach burnout, Gilbert will be quick to offer to help you with chores. He wants you to be successful and not quit what you’ve started. He will aggressively tussle your hair and pinch your cheeks as he looks you dead in your eyes and says:

“Remember that tassel is worth the hassle!”

🇷🇺 Russia 🇷🇺

Ivan heard you drop like a Nordmann fir passing out in an empty forest. He couldn’t react right away since he was in the middle of a Zoom meeting with his boss. Once he came into the living room to see that you’d already reached the cavernous depths of slumber, he decided it was best to keep you there. A shiver caught his eye as you shifted in your sleep. The late winter frost had taken a bite out of you. Ivan reaches for the blankets draped on the back of the couch. He couldn’t let you freeze, but he also couldn’t let you reach burnout, either. Ivan had noticed that you’d been giving it your all in your career, but you’d never had any energy to spare when you’d gotten home. It was a conversation for a later time, but he kept it in the back of his mind as he took a moment to take in your sleeping face that the winter air had kissed. His giant bear paw hands warm your cheeks as he kisses your forehead. Before he leaves you to rest, he lit up the fireplace to ensure your comfort.