#something about how wearing clothes makes him feel more human which he finds both comforting and deeply unnerving

[dwellsinthebog]

he better not be throwing that old man around

[marymary-diva17]

Heartbreak (2)

Loak x mother reader + sully family and tonowair family

Dealing with heartbreak was something that has to be dealt with on, the one’s heart on their own time and pace. Heartbreak was something that everyone from humans and navi felt once in their life. How can someone deal with heartbreak and rejection at the same time, well they will learn to overcome said heartbreak and rejection on their own ways. Some of these people change and are recognized by their families, while this change sometimes shocks everyone around them. Maybe change is good for everyone and finding a new light will be good in the end.

Y/n “ good morning loak” you look at your son as he left his room early in the morning, it has been months since the whole heartbreak. Loak had obeyed everyone wishes and stayed away, he stayed away from his siblings and his parents. He even stood far away from tisreya and her brother, along with tonowari and ronal.He seem to be staying away form the humans and the rest of clan of forest and reef.

loak “ good morning mom”

y/n “ ready for a new day my son”

loak “ always mom”it had taken loak some time accept the heartbreak, but it seems like something changed in him. Over the weeks when he was coming to understand everything that was happening. He had spent this whole time at your home verse going back and forth, in the past. He started keeping away from everybody else for the first week, but he did try to speak with them and make amends and try to be a better friend and brother that didn’t work and lead to fight. Between him and Ao’nung and the some kids which result him getting yelled by ronal and the other mothers, saying that fight proved he was more right for tsireya and monster. Some of the older kids and younger kids were told to stay away from him, or would whisper about him. So loak when to you for comfort and the humans as well, even his grandmother was there as well.

y/n “ I’m happy you are doing well I was wondering where my adventures and dare devil boy had gone” loak had then after the fight decided to keep away from everyone, even when you told him he didn’t have to he thought it will be for the best. It seem to make him feel better as he was hanging out with you or moat learn form the both of you, and learning form the humans as well. He would always spend time with payakan and explore more the ocean, and everything else.

loak “ I’m sorry mama for changing like that I, know it was wrong for me to make all these changes”

y/n “ listen my son I’m proud of you finding, some happiness and explore more of your life always coming back home with stories to tell”

loak “ thanks mama” you smile at loak he did change, and it made you happy to see him and discovering himself. He even started wearing new clothes and different hair styles, that was like his old own but a bit different and some human touch as well.

y/n “ going off today”

lo'ak " yes there are some stuff grandmother with some of the elders and the humans, have asked me to gather for them that is pass the reef"

y/n " oh I see you are becoming a major helper around here"

lo'ak " well I do want to pull my weight around here mama, and I'm with payakan so I will be safe from ant danger"

y/n " well stay safe my baby boy"

lo'ak " yes mama is there anything I can get you"

y/n " well I need some shells, seaweed, and coral from beyond the reef but I can ..."

lo'ak " no mama let me get them for you it will be fine"

y/n " well if you are okay with that then thank you my son"

lo'ak " it seems like my task have drawn the attention of tonowari and Jake scouts, along with some other scouts of other clans"

y/n " have they said anything to you my son"

lo'ak " no mama they seem to be keeping their distance from me or dont see I'm there at all ... it seems like after a while I have become faster on land and water thanks to help of you and the others"

y/n " well I'm happy to see my son is doing well" lo'ak was growing up before your eyes, you soon hugged him.

y/n " well remember to eat some breakfast and drink some juice before you leave, I don't need you getting hunger and thirsty out there"

lo'ak " yes mama" lo'ak soon sat down and started eating his breakfast and drinking the juice, once he was done he was getting ready to leave on his IIu.

norm " hey there y/n and lo'ak"

lo'ak " hey norm heading out in a few and I promise I will get you the stuff you need"

norm " thanks kid but remember you don't need to get everything, we don't need you to overwork youself"

lo'ak " yes sir"

mo'at " good morning everyone"

lo'ak " morning grandmother"

mo'at " I see you are heading off for the day my grandson"

lo'ak " yes I'm I will be home with the stuff asked for and maybe anything else I find"

mo'at " you have your mother sprit thank the great mother" everyone had laughed a bit. lo'ak soon bid everyone goodbye he had perfected, the right time to leave and clans schedule so he will not be bumping into anyone. Lo'ak had started this as he wish not to bring anymore trouble to himself and you after hearing had horrible the other women were, talking about you he wanted to change make life for you better. That had changed a while ago as he started living his life for himself and love the support he got from his mom, grandmother and many uncles/aunts that cared for him.

later that day

y/n " ......" you are walking around the village avoiding running into anyone, but it seems like unknown to you that you had gone through some changes as well. Your hair seems to become more beautiful over these months, and you were now carrying yourself in a whole new way now these days.

mo'at " y/n"

y/n " hello mo'at"

mo'at " may I have some words with you about lo'ak"

y/n " sure you can"

mo'at " good lets speak somewhere else we don't need other ear dropping on our conversation" you had seen some navi giving you looks, and you just rolled your eyes at them.

y/n " sure" you and mo'at soon walked away together and soon stopped when you were far enough from everyone else.

mo'at " I was wondering how you are doing"

y/n " I'm doing well I thought there was a chance everything will change, and that Jake and neytiri will come around but I was a fool"

mo'at " you are not a fool they are fools"

y/n " now. my son is going through heartbreak and I don't wish for this to stop him from finding true love"

mo'at " lo'ak will find true love one day and you will find new love as well I know it ... the both of you deserve happiness after all that happened"

y/n " thank you mo'at" mo'at soon brought you into a embrace making you happy. Lo'ak and mo'at are right it was time you gave love a chance again it has been so long, and were done waiting around for those who might not love you back.

Later on that day on the beach

lo'ak " finally home" lo'ak had arrived home and the sun was about to go down he had got everything that was asked for him, and some fish as well. He soon got onto the dock and hoist all the nets of stuff onto the dock. He was dragged the nets and baskets filled with items, as she was walking on the walking that bouncy at his ever movement.

lo'ak " drop off the stuff for grandmother at her home now I'm heading to the humans homes" When it had started for lo'ak he was not that strong but over time he had become stronger, he was not able to lift stuff on his own at times. He was making his way toward the human home, it didnt take him long to get there.

max " hey kid"

lo'ak " hey max I came with the stuff"

max " wow thanks lo'ak this will supply us for four months we will be good"

lo'ak " you welcome I had learned a way to caught more and collect in my now way"

max " well kid you did an arming job"

lo'ak " thank you" lo'ak soon head off he had offered to stay and help but the adults had told him they were okay, and to enjoy the rest of the day before it was over. That what he had done he gone swimming with payakan having a good time, until sunset when he was needed back at home.

???? " no my toy" lo'ak was walking out the water when a child toy came flying pass him, and quickly lo'ak had caught it in his hands like it was nothing.

lo'ak " ......."

???? " lo'ak" lo'ak soon heard his little sister voice he soon saw tuk standing at the shore, lo'ak smile and looked at his sister.

lo'ak " you almost lost this tuk tuk and it seems like dad put alot of work into it"

tuk " thank you lo'ak" lo'ak soon handed back the toy to his sister and patted her head.

lo'ak " your welcome but you shouldn't be alone at this moment tuk, it not safe"

tuk " I'm not alone I'm with everyone else "

lo'ak " who everyone else"

???? " tuk did you get the toy" lo'ak knew that voice to well and by the sound of it the owner of that voice was not that far, because soon enough lo'ak came face to face with everyone else.

neteyam " lo'ak"

lo'ak "hello"

tuk " you all should of seen it lo'ak caught my toy so fast I could barley see it happen"

spider " really"

kiri " wow that amazing lo'ak"

lo'ak " well I heard a child calling for their toy sounding sad and it passed by me, so I brought it back" lo'ak was acting distace towards everyone.

neteyam " that move baby brother"

lo'ak " thank you"

???? " is that lo'ak"

???? " no that can't be him ... it just can't be" soon lo'ak had heard more voices and soon looked passed his brother shoulder and saw, tsireya with her brother and rotox. all three teens were looking at lo'ak shocked and soon enough his siblings were doing the same as well.

lo'ak " well I should get going anyway I will see you all around or tomorrow" lo'ak was about to walk awya when neteyam had got in his way.

neteyam " wait hold up there you think we are going to let you walk away after seeing that you have changed, and that one Mallory thing we haven't talked to you that much"

kiri " yes we barley seen you as well we miss you"

lo'ak " I don't think that will be good as I had been asked to stay away or keep my distance ... I will keep that going until future notice and respect everyone wishes"

aonung " dude it been so long we will love to be with you right now we miss you"

rotxo " yes we miss you"

neteyam " hey dad the dinner tonowari family, tsu'tey, and spider, rotox have been invited to come as well"

lo'ak " ......"

kiri " you didn't know"

lo'ak " nope it seems like we all have been busy"

neteyam " them come we caught so much food it wil be fun and we can invite mama as well, it will be like old time and fun we can caught up"

tuk " yes it will be fun a big dinner party"

lo'ak " I don't think that will be the smart idea as not everyone will be welcoming and comfortable, and we most respect their decision"

tsireya " lo'ak I will love to have you and your mom at dinner it will be fun, and I wish to talk with you and her again it been so long" lo'ak was going to say something as he knew this was a bad idea already.

Jake " kids there you all are I was starting to think you all forgot about the dinner tonight, as you all been helping get it ready"

neteyam "sorry sir tuk we were put playing and talk when tuk lost her toy"

tuk " but lo'ak saved it for me"

Jake " lo'ak" soon lo'ak was looking at his father but he was not alone tsu'tey and tonowari were with them. Soon enough ronal and neytiri showed up as well.

neytiri " lo'ak"

lo'ak " hello everyone"

Jake " wow son I could barely recognize you there wow how much you have changed"

lo'ak " yes change happens"

neytiri " it so good to see you"

Jake " yes It so good .... hey if you siblings and friends haven't told you we are having a dinner ..."

kiri " we told him dad but he says it will be not good to make everyone uncomfortable if he comes"

tonowari " son you should come to this dinner as you are the son of Jake sully and it will be good for you and your family"

neytiri " yes you cna invited y/n as well we have missed her, and we will love to caught up with our son and her as well"

Jake " yes where is she I haven't seen her"

lo'ak " she most be out I supposed she will be home before dinner"

Jake " well in the meantime you can join us it will be good" that soundly like a lie to lo'ak, but before he could say anything else a call had been heard from above and soon enough y/n had been seen on her ikran. she soon landed on the sandy beach and got off her ikran.

tuk " mama" tuk ran to greet her and give her a big hug she soon hugged her back as well.

y/n " hey sweetie it good to see all of you .... and other this is unusual welcome party"

Jake " hey y/n it good to see you ... umm there a dinner tonight and we were inviting you and lo'ak to join us for dinner it will be fun"

y/n " thank you for the offer but I have to tell you we have other plan for dinner, and it will be good to respect everyone personal space and comfort"

neytiri " but ......"

y/n " it okay and we don't wish to ruin that dinner that seems very important and has been planned out, maybe some other time when everything good and clam"

Jake " oh sure"

y/n " children I hope you will stop by for a chance to talk if you wish I'm not here to make you"

neteyam " yes mama"

Jake " well I hope to see you two more often as the family is not the same without the two of you"

y/n " yes family is every important goodnight everyone and be safe" you soon bid goodbye to the children before you walked away, lo'ak had walked away without saying anything else but he did wave goodbye to tuk. The others soon went home but it felt like someone was completely off at the moment, as they were missing people who are very important to them, and now life is very uncomfortable. That seems to be the consequences of actions made, and these actions will not be able to repair very easily as everyone thinks.

[stonesparrow]

Dr. Pebble pt. 2

I'm probably gonna leave this as a two-shot for now, though this au is a ton of fun so I'd totally welcome people sending me asks about it!

Part 1

Time passes by in a daze. Senku fades in and out of consciousness erratically, the sharp pain in his leg making sleep all the more comforting. When he’s awake, he can just barely hear muffled sounds around him that somehow seem both close and far away.

A few times he feels his head being gently tilted up and something cloth-like brushing against his face. He opens his lips, and water drips into his parched mouth, cool and refreshing.

When he finally wakes up with a clear mind and manages to sit up, he realizes he’s lying on an incredibly soft gray pelt that’s much larger than his whole body, and he’s been covered by another, thinner piece of material that seems like it could be deerskin.

When Senku pulls away the blanket, he sees that his leg has been delicately wrapped up in a ribbon of the same material, and there’s something herbal smelling that’s been smeared on underneath. 

He’s also naked from the waist down, which would be rather mortifying if he wasn’t already resigned to his situation. It makes sense, the wound would be hard to get at otherwise. At least his savior was decent enough to cover him up, and left Senku’s mouse fur top as it was. 

Speaking of which. Senku takes a moment to look around. He’s in some sort of large room, surrounded by tall ceramic jars at least twice his height. There’s a huge round door on the far side of the room, and Senku spots a pile of enormous pelts nearby that’s roughly ten times his body length. 

This is someone’s home. And not just any someone, a normal-human-sized someone. 

This raises a lot of questions. Was the boy who saved Senku unpetrified and then grew back to normal size over time? Was he descended from someone who was unpetrified and over the generations humans gained their size back slowly? Or were his ancestors never petrified at all? 

Either way, Senku can’t move very far without a ton of pain, so he’s stuck waiting for the boy to return before he can get any more answers.

There’s a bowl of clean water with a rag next to it near Senku’s bedding. He slowly crawls over to it and drinks some of the water. The mouse pelt he was using as a loincloth has been neatly folded and set to the side, and with some pain and effort he manages to get it back around his waist. 

Eventually, the big round door opens, and the house’s owner quietly steps in. His eyes meet Senku’s, and he freezes. 

Senku glances over him. He’s got brown hair with a rope headband and is wearing animal-skin clothes that have been dyed blue, indicating a somewhat sophisticated crafting culture. Interestingly, he doesn’t look very Japanese—maybe he’s part immigrant. 

“Oh!” The boy gasps, rushing over to Senku. “You’re awake!!”

Senku winces at the booming sounds, and the boy blinks, then lowers his voice. “Oops, sorry. How are you feeling?” He frowns. “Wait, wait. Can you understand me?”

“I sure can,” Senku says after a moment. “And I’m doing surprisingly well, thanks to you.”

The boy’s eyes sparkle with excitement. “Wow, so you can talk! Just like a human!”

“I am a human,” Senku says, “just like you.”

The boy gasps. “Whaaaat?! But you’re so small!” 

“I wasn’t always this small,” Senku scoffs. “I was born normal sized like everyone else! This is a recent development, one that has its ups and downs for certain.”

“Really?” The boy kneels in front of Senku, clearly fascinated. “How did this happen to you, then?”

 As Senku tells his tale, the boy looks more and more amazed. He doesn’t have an explanation for why he isn’t tiny himself—as far as he knows his people have always been normal sized.

Suddenly, Senku’s stomach growls audibly, and Chrome blinks. “Oh! Hold on—“

He goes out the door and then returns a minute later with a roasted fish on a stick. It smells really good, and Senku finds himself leaning forward as Chrome sits cross-legged in front of him and carefully picks off a chunk to hand to Senku.

With no thoughts to propriety, Senku devours the fish hungrily—it’s a much more familiar taste than the mouse meat, and he’s been craving salt. Chrome meanwhile eats his share of the fish casually, observing Senku with a curious eye. 

“You’re welcome to stay here as long as you like,” he says. “That leg will take some time to heal, and this hut is elevated so you won’t have to worry about predators.”  

Senku wipes his mouth and stares up at Chrome. “You’re awfully nice to strangers,” he says. “Not that I’m not grateful, but I’m not sure that I have anything I can offer in return, unless you’ve been looking for a good source of walnuts.”

Chrome shrugs. “You were hurt,” he says. “And you’re the most interesting thing I’ve seen in the forest since I started exploring on my own. I’m sure we can work something out between us. Besides, it’s not like you take up a lot of space.”

“Well, I guess I have no choice at this point,” Senku says. “Mind giving me the grand tour then? I’m really curious about what you have stored in all these jars.”

He lets Chrome gently pick him up so he can see the room better. As soon as Chrome brings him near one of the jars, Senku’s heart leaps.

“Wait a second! Malachite, chalcanthite, corundum, and is that…holy shit that’s galena! Chrome, this is amazing!”

“Oh, you like it?” Chrome grins. “I’ve spent years collecting all these things, grinding them up, mixing them together, heating them over the fire. Sometimes some really baaad stuff happens when I hit on the right combination, it’s totally magical!”

“Not magic,” Senku corrects him. “This is science. Chrome, you’re a scientist like me!”

Chrome tilts his head. “A what?”

When Senku explains, Chrome seems intrigued.

“So you’re saying that in your time, scientists were people who discovered what different rocks can do?”

“Not just rocks,” Senku says. “Building, exploring, cooking, medicine, anything and everything uses science and was studied by scientists.”

Chrome blinks. “Medicine?”

Senku nods. “Scientists studied sickness and developed all sorts of medicines for all sorts of things,” he says. “From what it seems, you’ve picked up a bit too, using this herbal poultice on my leg.”

Chrome is staring at Senku strangely. “I think I know how you can pay me back for helping you,” he says.

Apparently, one of Chrome’s friends is very sick, and has been for a long time. That’s why he lives out here alone, experimenting with plants and minerals to find something that might finally ease her pain. 

“Let’s make a deal then,” Senku says. “I’ll teach you everything I know about science and how to make antibiotics, and you’ll help me find and wake up my friends.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Chrome nods. He holds out his pinky finger, and Senku shakes it.

“Kukuku, it’s time to get excited!”

[penofpenguin]

Hiii!!! Can I request a fluffy one shot/scenario of people noticing Octotrio and Reader in a polyamorous relationship sharing each others clothes?

If you're not comfortable writing poly just write them separately pls and thank you ❤️

Hi anon dear!! Thank you for requesting <33

Unfortunately...I suck at doing a poly of 4 + Leech twins are siblings sooo i did them separately i hope that's ok. Hope you enjoy!!

Content Warnings: None, hinted that Floyd is taller than s/o.

People notice that their s/o is sharing clothes with them.

Azul x GN!Reader, Jade x GN!Reader, Floyd x GN!Reader

This silly octopus.

He's very smart and calculating, yet he didn't calculate the probability of how many people would notice that what you're wearing is his clothes.

Now I'm sure we all know that there's no way in a million years Azul is going to wear his partners clothes in front of his schoolmates. He's way too shy for that.

It doesn't mean he doesn't love you though! Man's gonna be hugging himself in your clothes at night in his bed.

And when you ask him for clothes....he will give it to you. Its mostly formals though if you're fine with that.

It was a weekend and you were chilling in the campus with a new drink from Sam's store. You decided to wear Azul's clothes that one faithful day and some of his students seemed to notice.

"Yo...isn't that dorm head's button up?"

"I was thinking the same thing!! Do you think maybe they're a couple?"

"I thought it was different at first until I saw the A on it...."

These guys were not the best at whispering XD

They kept giving you a weird look. Why are you, a random human, wearing the clothes of one of the most smartest and most powerful guys in the school???

They didn't cause you any trouble though so you didn't pay much attention to it.

A few hours pass and Jade calls you to Azul's office.

As soon as you enter....you see Azul pacing back and forth.

"Azul...?" He turns to you and sighs.

"My dearest I humbly apologize for the trouble my dorm students gave you. However, I cannot allow you to wear my clothes in public as it may ruin my reputation..." He said in one breath, his hands on your shoulders.

You were very understanding and he really appreciated that. As soon as you nodded, he smothered your face with kisses, which is something he doesn't usually do.

Overall, Azul is TERRIFIED of loosing you and making you blackmail material. He just deeply cares about you and doesn't want you to be taken away. Only...and ONLY for that reason does he not want you to wear his clothes outside.

But...if you wear his clothes when you're with him...he'll be overjoyed...and might overheat. How adorable.

Bold of you to even assume people will notice. This man is probably even more calculating than that octopus guy.

Ok so....firstly, Jade would want to share clothes(whether yours fit him or not and vice versa). He'll tease you about it with that grin if you ask him but will give his clothes to you because you're a "Poor Thing,"

He's smiling happily inside and probably cheering in his head.

Now I'm sure that nobody but people he's close with have seen him in non-uniform. So it's rare for people to notice if you ever wear his clothes.

In some rare circumstance that someone does notice, it's Floyd's fault.

"Ah those are Jade's clothes." Because of that one Floyd remark, people now know you're wearing Jade's clothes.

The atmosphere will be filled with gossip, but no matter where you are, Jade will find you. I mean, you're wearing his clothes and he can't get enough of the sight of you ☆ﾟ°˖* ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

"Oho. Is that so Floyd? Then how do you feel about me telling Professor Crewel that you-"

Now they both are glaring at each other. Shit's bout to go down.

"Urghhh...false alarm...I thought those clothes looked like Jade's. Turns out they're not..." Floyd yells out.

"Oh my silly brother."

Once you two are in a place with less eyes, you apologize to Jade, since you may have embarrassed him a bit, to which he just smiles at you. A genuine one, but you can't tell.

"Please don't worry about it. It's just Floyd being Floyd."

"Do you maybe not want me to wear your shirt or-"

"Fufu, how cowardly you are~"

It means no in Jade Leech language.

Overall he isn't too fond of people noticing his clothes on you. But he believes he's on a safer side since nobody's seen his clothes much. Maybe he wouldn't wear yours in public since he's fine in uniform. He loves seeing you in his clothes though and encourages you to wear them more often.

Unlike the other two, this man WILL wear your clothes outside. Whether they fit him or not, whether he looks like an overgrown child or not, he doesn't care.

You better wear his too or he'll get salty.

Sometimes, he won't be in the mood to wear tight clothes like yours and might loose some because he doesn't like it.

Another funny thing about sharing Floyd's clothes is that he'll tell you to adjust any of his clothing to your size if you want(because he thinks his clothes are absolutely breathtaking on you and it is ;D). But he forgets that they're his clothes and gets pouty because it doesn't fit him now.

Oh well...it has an eel on it sooo....

People notice. Maybe the whole school does. Does he care? No. Nobody has the courage to ask him if the clothes you're wearing are his either.

It's just you two in your own world :)

But....when someone does notice...it can go two ways

If that person has a positive response about it. He'll laugh and say something like "I know right hehe."

If a negative response gets into his ear....death.

He's giving that glare with a vein popping up.

"Did. I. Ask?"

But that barely happens so everyone's safe usually.

If people come up to you and ask you though, you're free to say that it is. Even if people judge you, this 191cm tall beanpole never will <3

Overall, he'll never admit it but he likes it when people notice. Now more people will know you're taken by him :D

Hope you liked that one!! I'm sorry it was late though :)

I also got a bit too carried away writing Azul's part XD

Have a great day 💖

-Madeline 🐧

[the-s1lly-corner]

"And what will you do when I can't recognize you?"

Eyeless jack x reader angst but it's based around my specific hc that "jack is cursed bc cult stuff and hes forced to eat flesh; and his mind and body are degrading into something not.. human"

So yeah basically reader and jack trying to cope with his whole monster metamorphosis

Cw. For body horror, and tbh this is mostly me rattling on about my hcs of how jack became eyeless jack

That was something he said to you one night, unprompted

Of course you both had a vague idea of what was happening to him; but neither of you had answers... let alone fully understood

Of course, he knew more than you. He was the one living with this... curse.. and he had it before the two of you met

But even now, it was showing how ugly things could get, and it was only the beginning

Obviously; his appearance was changing. His skin became.. cold, veins were showing, he simply looked like he was dying. Obviously, he had pits for eyes, which were constantly dripping this cold black ooze. His ears and teeth were now pointed, and his fingers ended in claws. But other than that; he more or less looked like a normal person, if you overlooked those silly details

Oh, his tongue.. no matter how you may feel about it, the process of how he "obtained" the monstrous thing is horrifying.

To spare the details, his original tongue essentially split into the half dozen tendrils it is today

Not good stuff, and he felt all of it

And of course there's the psychological and behavioral effects of the curse; to get the big bad out of the way, he can no longer eat normal food. No need to elaborate. Good news is, as of now, he doesnt need to feed often. But when he does, he runs the risk of losing control, almost becoming animalistic in the way he behaves

That's his main fear

He's expressed that those frenzies happen he finds it harder and harder to contain himself, or come back down

He worries that one day you'll be the one getting chomped on

Really, there's nothing either of you can do to stop this or lessen the effects of the curse

Bro only has two options; suck it up and become a monster that can't resemble anything of this world. Or die

There already were some nights where he may have snipped at you. He didn't mean to be aggressive, but he was trying so hard to keep it together. He needed you to leave the area and stay away for a while

Some days his memories begin to cloud, that's probably the scariest for him. It'd be scary for everyone, obviously

I dont typically like writing angst without adding some sort of comfort, or happy ending, but that sort of thing just. Doesnt exist here. Jack's fate is pretty much sealed, and what sucks is that he didnt ask to be dragged into this

This is all sorta based off that spin off backstory jack got (though tbf I dont recall if it was even made by his original creator, though my take is in a silly au), where he makes friends who are (unbeknownst to him) in a cult and had plans to use him

Bro didn't want this, and really the whole thing is tragic

Of course, I'll still try to add some comfort, as it feels wrong to just drag this man around like this

Smells seem to have a positive response

Makes sense; its said that the brain ties smells to memories, and associating it with certain things

So if you wear a certain perfume or use a certain detergent to wash clothing, he'll definitely remember and recognize it. It seems to help him come down after a bad spot

Journaling can help him keep track of the days; though you'll need to give him some time on that... hard to hold pencils when you have claws..

And of course, comfort him; be there for him

I wish I could end this kinda bummer hc ramble off on a lighter note, but the whole thing/this side of eyeless jack is just so

You know?

Anyways yeah I write all my eyeless jack stuff with these ideas in mind so

Yeah, that's why I tend to write EJ all gloomy and reclusive

[mshroom1e]

Hello! It's my first time requesting but I loved ur azul fic omg. Can I please have azul x gn! Reader where azul maybe comforts the reader because they can see they're really tired and always sleeping in and just not feeling all that great mentally. (Depression episode I suppose) if you dont want to write something depressing that's alr! Then maybe just like headcanons of napping with azul u can make it crack if u want I dont mind. Whatever ur comfortable with! If u like neither feel free to not do this request that's alr. Thank you :) have a good day and week ♡

Hello, thank you so much for the request!! I'm sorry it took so long for me to answer but I hope you enjoy it. I really liked writing the hcs stuff and can't wait to do more of them in the future. Finally, I hope I did well portraying how Yuu feels throughout this.

type: fanfic/hcs

Summary: Yuu hasn't been feeling the best and Azul tries his best to help with feeling better. Comfort, followed by some headcanons.

1.3k words

tags: reader receiving comfort, fluff

Warning(s): Depressive Episode

Life at NRC was rough. Everything went as swimmingly as a house on fire and you were completely drained. Exhausted.

Getting out of bed was much more of a hassle than it should've been. You were constantly exhausted, already having had enough of the day despite it just being started. No matter how much you tried, your body wouldn't cooperate and just flop back onto the bed. You were late to class on most mornings, and on the days you did manage to make it on time, you were in a vicious battle with sleep and always seemed to lose. The persistent tiredness and overall low mood made you feel, to put it plainly, like absolute shit.

On one particular morning, you couldn't find it in yourself to get out of bed. Virtually, you had given up. All that was left of your little remaining willpower diminished. Dissipated.

Azul noticed the lack of your presence instantly. He usually passed by you in hallways before class, always smiling at you or greeting you as you crossed paths. It was unusual to never see you at all during the day. He realised your worsening mental and physical conditions a few days before you didn't show up at school, but thought it was just him seeing it as no one else he asked seemed to notice at all. He was extremely worried, but for the life of him, he couldn't think of what to do to help you in any good way.

Concern for you became full-fledged worry as you were nowhere to be seen at the Mostro Lounge. About a week prior, you promised Azul that you would meet up with him at the lounge to spend some time together once it closed as you were both too busy to see each other during the day. At first, he thought it was just a simple case of being stood up on a date, but something inside him told him it was something more than that. Something he needed to help with.

So that's why Azul found himself in front of the rickety Ramshacke dorm, a bag of bits and bobs in tow, all gathered to make you feel better. The outside door was unlocked, which made sense as it was still during the day. He let himself into the dorm's entrance, greeting the air as he entered.

"Pardon the intrusion..." Azul gently pushed your bedroom door with his foot, arms full of all the items he brought in the hopes of making you feel better.

He carried mostly snacks, medicine, in case you were sick, blankets, a few oversized clothes since he knew how much you loved wearing them, and other things he thought you might need.

The human-sized lump under the covers of your bed was enough to tell Azul where you had been the whole day. His shoulders slumped as he set down the bags and carefully approached you.

You lay on your side, face almost completely covered by your blanket. You weren't even able to muster the strength to greet Azul when he walked into the room as you stared straight ahead, eyes glazed over and staring at nothing.

"Yuu?" He called out your name and placed himself on a spot next to you on the medium sized bed, the mattress slowly dipping under the new mass on top of it.

If Azul was being completely honest with himself, he had no idea what to do. He was so used to only relating with the majority of his peers due to his deals and other shady business that he gained such little emotional intelligence.

When you didn't reply, he settled for placing a hand on where he assumed your shoulder was, as if to let his prescence be known by you and for you to know that you weren't alone anymore.

Azul sat with you for a few minutes before you reached out of the blanket bundle and softly wrapped your hands around his torso, pulling him towards you in some sort of awkward hug. His eyes widened a fraction before he relaxed and allowed you to hold him.

There was a little more awkward shuffling before you ended up with your head on his shoulder and hands clutching onto the back of his uniform tightly. He leaned back onto the headboard and let your body weight rest on himself. He figured he would just wait until you were happy enough to start talking, so he slowly rubbed circles on your back as he felt his shoulder become damp.

Your silent tears became sniffles and sobs as you could finally release all the emotional constipation you felt. As you cried, you practically latched onto Azul like a koala, hugging him as you imagined Floyd would "squeeze" people.

His body was more cool than warm. Frequent hugs and touches with Azul taught you that his body didn't regulate its own heat at all, meaning he was always cold to the touch and today was no exception. Despite the chilling cold, he was still comfortable to lean against. His lack of warmth was made up by your own.

After your sobs and sniffles reduced, you pulled away from Azul, your face a few inches away from his and your eyes looking to the side.

"I'm sorry..." you started, "about all this."

Azul's eyes softened. He felt something inside him sting at the state you were in. To him, you were a beacon of light. Your presence was enough to give him a reason to keep going. Always managing to shine brightly despite whatever life threw at you. But no pillar lasts forever. Even the most formidable were due to crumble sooner or later. However, it can remain standing and in good condition when taken care of and supported in the correct way. And that was exactly what Azul was going to do.

He may not have the best way with words outside his deals and shady transactions, but he knew he could support you by listening and doing his best to take care of you until you were able to pick yourself back up and continue being as brilliant as you always were.

Azul would be so awkward but try his best when comforting someone.

Awkward back pats all the way

I imagine that he wouldn't say much, but his comforting actions are enough to make his s/o feel a lot better.

Definitely cancells whatever he's doing to make time to spend with you.

He'd have a list somewhere of all the things you like. From your favourite snacks to what takes your mind off things the most.

He wouldn't blatantly ask about your likes though, he'd probably watch the way you interact with things for a while and then ask you if you like those certain things.

Speaking of his list, he has a cute notebook dedicated to you since studying is what he does best.

He would use his cooking skills to make your favourite comfort dish.

Would smile genuinely when you compliment his cooking but would try to hide it behind smirking while adjusting his glasses, like he usually does.

Once you're done eating, you would play board games together and watch your eyes light up with a huge dopey smile on his face.

He'd maybe lose on purpose just to see you cheer up after gaining a victory. He might do that once in a while but don't expect him to always go easy on you, especially when you notice him letting you win or if you love competition.

Sucks at acting so you can definitely tell when he's pretending to lose

Is pretty good at hugs

His body feels cold to the touch, because octopus, but its a comforting kind of cold he radiates.

If you're shorter, he places his head on top of yours when you lean against him and if you're taller, you rest your head on his shoulder or he rests his head on yours.

"You have absolutely nothing to apogise for. You deserve so much for all that you've done and I wish that whatever appreciation that others don't show you, you should be the one to show yourself."

[666writingcafe]

Trouble is Brewing

MC

My head is killing me. Even with my eyes closed, it's pounding hard enough that I feel like it's going to break free at any moment.

Immediately, I'm reminded of the restaurant incident, and my stomach sinks. I didn't destroy anything again, did I?

"I think they're awake." A soft, low voice. Lucifer, maybe?

"MC, can you hear me?" Is that Diavolo? I can only muster a thumbs up, as even a quick nod will make my headache that much worse. Someone murmurs what sounds like a spell, and the pain begins dissipating. Must have been a healing one.

Once I'm able to open my eyes, I take in my surroundings. The three of us are in Diavolo's room. Lucifer and I are on the couch, and my back is up against his chest. Meanwhile, Diavolo is crouching in front of me, a kind yet concerned smile on his face.

"What happened?" I ask, sounding incredibly sleepy.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Lucifer replies. I have to think for a second, but then the memory comes to me.

"We were on stage, waiting for the song chosen for our dance battle to play. I remember hearing the first few seconds and being surprised that the song in question was from the human world, and then..." I trail off as the mental picture gets fuzzy. "I'm sorry. I can't seem to recall anything else."

"That's quite alright," Diavolo comforts.

"And understandable," Lucifer adds.

"Did I black out during our performance?" The two men share a worried glance, making me nervous. I hope I didn't do anything embarrassing.

"That's about the best way to describe it, yes," Diavolo answers. "You experienced a magic-induced blackout." What?

"You became so focused on your performance that you started glowing," Lucifer continues. "By the time the song was over, it was clear to both of us that you were completely checked out, like your mind decided to take a vacation and leave your body behind." Well, that's terrifying.

"Thankfully, the song talked about the dancer becoming the dance, so people thought that your performance depicted that perfectly," Diavolo states. Wait, so does that mean...?

"Did I win?" I ask. Diavolo nods.

"Until the next bloody moon, you will be considered the most honored and respected person in the Devildom."

"Do I have to start wearing fancy clothes now?" Diavolo laughs heartily, while Lucifer quietly chuckles.

"Just keep being yourself," the latter responds, pecking me on the cheek. "That's the best part about you." As much as I want to relish in the sweet moment, there's a more pressing matter that must be addressed before I can truly relax.

"Did anything else happen while I was in my weird magical blackout?"

"What do you mean?" Diavolo inquires.

"Well, did any cracks show up on the floor or ceiling?"

"Fortunately, no." He pauses. "However, something did occur outside the walls of RAD." Oh no...did I somehow demolish a monument or something?

"We didn't find out until we got settled in here," he continues. "We knew that you weren't in any condition to go out and party with everyone else, and the only person that was bound to disturb us here was Barbatos, so we figured that this was the best location for you to recover in."

"Just as Diavolo sat down, his phone buzzed, and a few seconds after he saw what it was about, he grew serious," Lucifer takes over. "I asked him if everything was alright, and he just shook his head as he gave me his phone."

"One of the demons Solomon has a pact with was on his way home from the bloody moon event, and that involved him cutting through the primeval forest," Diavolo explains. "He nearly lost his balance on one of the cliffs, as it had been hit with an enormous landslide that took out one of its sides. He couldn't see the bottom of the cliff, even when standing right on the edge and looking straight down. He took pictures and sent them to Solomon, who sent them to me." And if Diavolo in turned showed them to Lucifer, then Lucifer probably wondered how such a thing could occur in that particular location, which means that Diavolo probably explained...

Lucifer knows, doesn't he?

I don't blame Diavolo for telling him. Lucifer is his right-hand man, after all. It was only a matter of time before he would have to reveal everything.

And yet...

It's not until two sets of arms wrap around me that I realize that I've started crying.

[neoputo]

Good Omens fanfic by yours truly

y'know, i'm honestly more of a poet than a fanfic writer. but today i woke up to a lovely cliche idea of what could happen when an angel and a demon meet again after the former left the other for quite some time, and thought i would give it a try.

if you'd rather read from the doc, here's the link!

enjoy!

The Meet

After spending quite some time in Heaven, Aziraphale finds himself ready to go back to Earth. He takes the elevator, pushes the button and waits. Though the trip down to the human world is usually a very quick one, Aziraphale feels like it’s taking an eternity; he’s trembling a bit, repeating to himself It’s going to be alright, it's going to be alright, in an effort to calm himself down. It actually doesn’t calm him down much, yet at least it keeps his mind busy.

It’s a windy afternoon, and the bookshop is awaiting the angel just the same as he left it. Clumsily, he trips over his way to the building, but manages to arrive in one piece (no miracles needed! Turns out watching out before crossing the street is rather useful). When he reaches the doorway, Aziraphale tidies his clothes up a bit and right before he knocks the door, Muriel opens it.

“We’re clo—Mr. Aziraphale? I-I wasn’t expecting you…” They’re holding a book in their hands, which are now shaking a bit, and their appearance is more human-like, with a casual pair of jeans and a brown sweater. “I was just leaving, were you… were you looking for something?” They ask, shyly.

“Is… Is Crowley inside?” Aziraphale wonders.

Muriel is about to reply No, and even if he is, he doesn’t want to see you, but a familiar voice interrupts them:

“Aziraphale? What the fuck are you doing down here, your… Supreme Archangel or whatever they call you these days” says the demon, in a sarcastic yet seemingly hurt tone. His figure remains in the shadows of the interior of the bookshop, hidden from Aziraphale’s eyes.

“I… Crowley, I was hoping we could… talk?” he mutters, as he tries to hide his tension behind a smile and sneaks a quick peek inside in an attempt to find Crowley, unsuccessfully.

“Talk? You remember what happened last time we talked? ‘Cus I certainly do, a—”, Crowley stops himself before letting the word angel slip through his lips.

“Well, and I’m certainly coming in” says Aziraphale, assertively, as he enters the bookshop. When he’s inside, his eyes and the demon’s finally meet for a slight moment, and if it wasn’t for the noise of the people and the traffic outside, you could’ve heard something breaking inside both of them. Crowley quickly puts his dark glasses on. He looks awful, like he hasn’t seen the light of day ever since Aziraphale left (which is pretty much accurate, except for that one time he left to buy another bottle of wine), and is carrying a blanket over his shoulders. He is wearing one of Aziraphale’s shirts, which the angel instantly recognizes. If he wasn’t so damn worried, he would’ve smiled.

“Goodbye, Mr. Crowley! And goodbye Mr. Aziraphale, I mean, Traitor!”. Muriel leaves hurriedly.

Aziraphale takes off his coat and makes himself comfortable, almost like he was at home. Sweat slides down his forehead and he is struggling to keep his hands still. Crowley stands against a column, and the angel remains still on the other side of the room.

“So… um, Crowley… how have you been?” he regrets asking as soon as he finishes talking.

“How have I been? C’mon, An…Aziraphale, cut the bullshit already”. The demon is fairly angry. Can you blame him, though?

“I’m sorry, Crowley…” Aziraphale begins to speak, “I-I know I’ve hurt you and that my decision to go to Heaven was rushed, but you have to trust me when I say I did so for the best… for safety reasons, our safety. And I sincerely apologize for the damage I have caused, oh, I spent day and night thinking of this moment, when I could finally come back, day and night thinking of… you”

Crowley stays silent, and he’s not sure whether he does so because he’s resentful and doesn’t want to, or because of the knot tied inside his throat as the result of swallowing down the tears.

“I know what I did was wrong” continues the angel, who doesn't know what else to say. He slowly steps forward in Crowley’s direction. “I…I hope you can forgive me”

The demon takes a deep breath before he starts to speak. “Forgive you?” he asks, “You leave me for Heaven for whatever reason, tell me nothing lasts forever when I beg you too stay with me, and then say I forgive you after I kiss you… and expect me to forgive you? You were the only person in the entire Universe I really trusted, the only one that made the mess of this world feel bearable and even fun to navigate, the only one I spent years chasing after with the intention to get closer and closer until we could be together for the rest of our time. See, I… hmm… I’ve liked you since I first met you… in Eden. And ever since the day you left me I’ve felt nothing but empty and heartbroken, yet a part of me was always hoping you’d come back and wake me up and tell me: hey, it was all just a very bad dream, even though I knew it wasn’t gonna be that easy. You cannot come back and restart like nothing ever even happened. You cannot show up, inadvertently, and pretend I will go straight to your arms and tell you everything you wanna hear. I’m not so sure I can forgive you at all… or, well, at least, not yet”.

“Oh, Crowley…”. Aziraphale, almost bursting into tears, steps closer to Crowley and stops himself right before extending his hands to reach the demon’s face “May… I?”. Crowley growls but briefly nods, like there’s something that won’t let him refuse; like he actually needs to be touched by the angel. Aziraphale raises his hands and gently takes Crowley’s sunglasses off his eyes. Underneath, he finds two watery yellow orbs staring back at him. The angel delicately wipes the tears off Crowley’s face, and then takes one step backwards. “I missed you” he whispers, “and I completely understand that you are not ready to forgive me, and that you might never will, so…” he exhales “I-I better leave now”

As Aziraphale turns around and heads to the exit, Crowley grasps the back of the collar of his shirt and stops him.

“I might not be ready to forgive you, but I…” he utters, and Aziraphale turns back “you don’t have to leave, angel. I… I also missed you”

Crowley lets go of Aziraphale’s shirt and when he’s about to step back, the angel grabs him by the wrist, pulling him closer, and finally hugs him. For a moment, the world feels lighter around the two of them, and time seems to slow down.

“I love you, Crowley, and I’m sorry I’ve been such a coward to say it aloud before. I mean, after all these years…” Aziraphale confesses.

“Over six hundred years, to be precise” replies Crowley, jokingly, though really not much, “and I, well… you already know this, but, I love you, too, angel, I love you, too”, he sighs. “Uh…” he continues, “wanna… wanna go on a picnic or sum?”

“Are you trying to… tempt me?”

“Maybe I am”

The End

[orb-pond]

Zenyatta's s/o scenarios from yours truly :)

Walking through a busy city with Zen would end up with s/o holding on to the rope around his waist so they don't lose him. Zenyatta makes as much noise as a ghost when he's flying around, which means it's very easy for him to accidentally fly away from you! It looks pretty adorable if you'd watch from afar and it probably amuses Zen a lot once he notices but he won't comment on it until he just chooses to gently grab your hand.

Zenyatta would often stay at s/o's room to meditate when the others are too loud outside. He's very grateful for the bond they share to the point of being comfortable with powering down in s/o's presence. It might not seem like much but only a hand full of people have seen him in sleep mode before.

Relationships are pretty new to Zenyatta, especially since s/o is a human, which also means he doesn't really know how to kiss them. I love to think about s/o quickly giving his faceplate a smooch before continuing whatever they were doing, leaving Zen in silent shock for half a minute but Zenyatta being the first one to lean down and gently press his face on s/o's while they watch the sunset.. he holds them against his body, orange light glistening on both their faces. Zen would never be able to forget s/o's shining eyes as they stare up at him with a red face. It's probably a moment that ends up as a core memory for him.

Zen loves cuddling. You can't tell me he wouldn't love cuddles. It probably ends up as something he didn't know he needed in his life but here we are. He's been through a lot in the past and still has much facing him, so s/o quietly embracing him and gently patting his head as the two of them cuddle on s/o's bed..might make him a little emotional. Two souls, human and omnic, being at peace with each other the way they are. It makes him hopefully for the future.

Zenyatta isn't build as big as other omnics which he's very thankful for to some degree since he loves to wear some of s/o's clothes. Their very fluffy sheep wool house shoes? s/o definitely knows where they are if they can't find them at the place they last have left them at. The gray sweatpants? Gone as well.. Their white hoodie?! They can't get mad at Zenyatta though because he looks extremely adorable in the whole fit. Comfy rain days scream for comfy clothes so they end up joining him!

Zen making his way to the store to get s/o menstruation products if they need them would be a little funny. He'd stand in front of the wall filled with all those colorful products, your typical elevator music quietly playing in the store while the gears in Zenyatta's head are spinning.. someone please help him out.. he'd end up calling s/o but at least he tried!

Feel free to give me scenarios to ramble about in my asks! I'd love to make up more for Zen and Ram so don't be afraid!

[alexsleftbicep]

"I wish taylor would share his clothes with nick lol seriously though, I don't know if he has a stylist or if he deliberately wears unflattering clothes to be taken more seriously as an actor so people see him apart from just his looks, but I would love to see him in a well fitting flattering outfit"

Can I add something with what you said?

Like you said, Taylor and Nick's style is different. Everything about them is DIFFERENT. Expect that they're sweet, kind, loving human beings who love RWRB. And that they're man. Always gotta compare them...😒 (You'll understand me in a minute)

Nick probably likes those kind of clothes, like you said, because he probably chooses them. And, maybe this is a long stretch, but since it's pretty much confirmed that Nick is on social media, in this case twitter, he probably looked at the comments and posts calling him fat. While comparing him with Taylor. (And I'm only bringing Taylor up because a twitter user DID compare Nick to Taylor. FYI, not Nick and Taylor's fault.) They pretty much said how Nick used to be more 'muscular' and 'fit' (and they showed a picture of young Nick). And they were calling his thighs fat (or calling him fat bc of his thighs). Which, if anyone wants to know or isn't sure, Nick is not 'fat'.

Now, I don't know about anyone else, but as a still anxious and shy 23 year old, I still remember when my classmates called me fat (I was in 3rd grade) because the rest were much skinnier than I was. And yes, I played, I ran, I exercised, I eat (I never starved myself), but people still said I was fat all the way until I graduated (and that's because I don't see them). And ever since 3rd grade, I always made sure to wear baggy clothes. And right now, I'm proud to say I don't see myself as fat but I do still make sure to wear baggy clothes. And I feel comfortable and safe. Like a warm and safe blanket. (Now, I'm not assuming this is what Nick feels, but... he's a human being.)

And yes, it probably doesn't affect Nick that much because it's social media (social media is bad but sometimes people can ignore comments and posts; and hopefully, it doesn't affect them mentally), but men do have feelings.

And, once again, if you don't like something or someone (and you soooo desperately want to say something mean/rude), how about don't comment, ignore it, move on. (This isn't anything against to you anon, sorry if you feel attacked, but twitter were have their "fun" and "joking".)

i completely agree with you! Nick has spoken multiple times about growing up being insecure about his looks so his styling direction 100% makes sense (also it's his style and everyone's style is individual so why does it matter anyway?).

the main issue for me (and it's not even an issue, just not unlocking true potential) is that oversized fashion can look AMAZING when done right, and Nick has the potential to absolutely fucking great in it - which would obviously allow him to keep to his comfort of baggier clothes (anon i'm with you on it being more comfortable as someone who has always been on the chubbier side) BUT he hasn't been put in anything that lives up to that for a while - it has been done and he looked great and i'll find the pictures in a sec.

people need to shut the fuck up and stop comparing Nick and Taylor when it comes to their physiques - they're different people that both come from different sporting backgrounds that require completely different body compositions AND just because they look different doesn't make either of them less beautiful.

[ya-zz]

DANCE WITH ME (v1)

Ramattra x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1934 DRESS VERSION -

Please note that there are two versions of this story. One where the reader is wearing a dress and the other in a suit. I didn't want one to feel uncomfortable and decided on making two version. They are both exactly the same story, it just differs on outfit. Please read which ever one you feel more comfortable in reading!

!They both share a GN reader!

“Excuse me?”

“I am inviting you to this party.” 

“Why?”

“Do you have to question everything?”

“Yes.”

“Shut up and accept the invite.”

“And if I don’t?” 

“You will be missing out.”

“Missing out on what?” 

“Come and you will find out.” 

“Fine.”

The banter you shared with Zenyatta always warmed your heart, but it caught you by surprise when he asked you to join him at this party Saturday evening. It was supposed to be one of the more important events in omnic history, a party with trusted humans. If Zenyatta has invited you, then you were trustworthy, right?

You smile to yourself.

“What do I wear?” You ask, knowing that your wardrobe was anything but party attire. 

“I have that already prepared.” There was a playfulness in Zenyatta’s voice.

“I’m sorry?” You look at the monk, confused. “What? How?” 

He shrugs, and you knew.

“You went through my room, didn’t you?” 

“It is rude to ask someone their clothing size.”

“It’s rude going through someone’s room without permission.” 

You both stare at each other, not uttering a word.

“Would you have told me if I asked?” He cocked his head to the side.

“Probably not, no.” 

“My thoughts exactly.” There was that smugness in his voice that you disliked. 

“I swear, Zenyatta-” All you could do was sigh. 

“It will be in your room Saturday afternoon.” And with that, he patted your shoulder and left, leaving you there in the hallway almost dumbfounded by his actions and his words. All you could do was smile at the situation before going about the rest of the week.

—

Saturday came around far quicker than you had liked. The excitement bubbled inside of you, but so did the anxiousness of being around so many people. 

You left the bathroom and noticed a box on your bed. That wasn’t there before… 

Upon opening the box, you are greeted with a small note, a warmth spreads through your body as you read it.

I look forward to seeing you in this. I hope the night goes in your favour ~ Zen

You pull out the dress from the box, an audible gasp escaping your throat as you look at it, eyes widening slightly. The dress itself was gorgeous, a deep purple littered with little rhinestones, almost like a galaxy of stars. Absolutely nothing could’ve prepared you for this, and you felt guilty, knowing that something this beautiful had to be expensive. You sighed, placing the dress on the bed, looking at the matching shoes. This was feeling more suggestive, but you let the thought go as you got ready. 

—

Zenyatta met you outside the Monastery, his gaze left yours as he looked you up and down. 

“You look wonderful.” There was that playful tone in his voice. 

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” You smile at him, a warmth spreading across your cheeks.

Zenyatta had ditched the monk attire and settled on a dark suit, his blazer unbuttoned as he moved his hand from his pants pocket, offering his arm for you to hold. 

“Are you ready?” He asked. 

You take his arm, hooking yours through it. “Of course, my handsome looking friend.” 

Zenyatta chuckled at the comment and you both started walking away from the Monastery and out of the village.

A few other omnics and humans were walking in the same direction, their attire equally as elegant as your own. The feeling of relief washed through you, knowing that there were other humans attending. 

“Relax. It will be a fun night.” Zenyatta squeezed your hand gently. He had something planned, but he wasn’t going to expose that just yet. 

—

The Nepal city was full of life, a starking comparison to the village you had just left. Having rarely ventured away from the village, a slight anxiety rose within you, but you pushed it down as Zenyatta led the way to the party location. 

He squeezed your hand again as you approached the doors, two large men guarding the entrance. Zenyatta pulled two invitations out from his pocket, handing them to the men before they parted and let you and your friend inside. You were instantly greeted by another omnic who handed you a glass of champagne, a warmth radiating from him as you thanked him before walking with your friend. 

The room was brightly light, warm lights from the chandelier illuminating everyone around. The noise never waivered, a variety of conversations happening at once. There wasn’t anyone standing alone, except from one omnic in the far corner. Upon seeing Zenyatta, he lifted himself from the wall and approached. 

There was that gentle hand squeeze from Zenyatta again before the larger omnic stopped in front of you. He was a lot taller than you had initially thought, and the deep purple suit he wore matched your outfit perfectly, almost as if… It clicked suddenly. That bastard monk…

“It has been too long, brother.” Zenyatta spoke, releasing you from your thoughts.

“Likewise. I did not think you would make it.” The other omnic spoke, before looking down at you. “And who is this?” 

“[y/n].” You answer, bowing your head slightly. 

“A pleasure.” He took your hand in his, bringing it up to his face plate as if to kiss it. “I am Ramattra.” 

“[y/n] has been staying with us at the Monastery, and they are quite well liked among the monks.” Zenyatta looked at you before looking back up at his brother. 

“I can see why.” Ramattra kept his gaze locked onto you, noticing the change in colour of your cheeks. A small chuckle left his body. 

The music around the room slowly died down before a quiet voice speaks out, asking for floor to be cleared for those wishing to dance.

“Perhaps, you would like to dance with me?” The taller omnic looked at you, hand still holding yours. 

Zenyatta removed his arm, his hand finding your back. “Go on. I will find some company while you have fun.” 

You smile at your friend before he wanders off. Ramattra leads you by the hand to the empty floor of the ballroom where other dancers had gathered. The heat only continued to rise in your cheeks as you faced him. He placed a hand on your lower back, the other taking your hand in his. You rested your hand on his arm, the hard metal barely felt under the thickness of his blazer and shirt. 

The music started and everyone followed in time almost effortlessly. You followed Ramattra’s lead, the flow of your dress with every turn followed behind. Omnics and humans alike were watching and dancing as the pair of you somehow found your way into the centre of the floor.

He dipped his head to speak to you. “I must say you are rather quite skilled in this.” 

With a smile, you reply back to him. “You watch enough movies to pick it up I suppose. What about you? Surely they didn’t add a dancing module to ravagers.” 

A small chuckle escaped his throat. “I suppose that is true.” He paused. “Upon hearing that this was happening, I spent a bit of time researching, and in case something like this happened… well… I was prepared.”

Your steps never faltered as you kept dancing, your breathing deep as the music sped up slightly. 

“How long have you known Zen?” You ask, moving your hand back to its place on his arm after slipping down slightly. 

“A few years. He was one I could always speak to when I had my doubts.” You could hear a sadness in his voice. 

“Will you be returning to the Monastery?” 

“You ask a lot of questions, but yes. I will be returning in time. A few… loose ends to clean up first.” He cocked his head to the side. 

“I look forward to it.” You look up at him and smile, the lights illuminating your face softly as a sparkle glimmers in your eyes. 

“As do I.” The hand on your back pulled you closer to him, your body now flushed against his. 

You could hear the soft humming from his body, a soothing sound amidst the violins and piano. Although the sounds were pleasing, the hum of his body were far greater. A gentle sigh escaped your lips as Ramattra and you stepped in rhythm. 

It felt just like something in the movies you watched and you never thought something so magical could happen. 

His hand never left your body as he pulled you around the floor. Everything felt so good, just perfect as you continued to dance with the omnic. 

Ramattra’s memory was in borderline overload. He knew his brother had something planned, but this was not what he had expected. Even though the war had ended months prior, his hatred for humanity was still present in his core, but seeing you smile at him warmed his circuits. The moment he saw you in that dress it was like something had flipped inside of him. Love? Lust? He didn’t know but he wanted you. 

Zenyatta was cunning like that. He knew what you wanted and he knew what Ramattra wanted. A meeting like this was one way to get things going without unnecessary bloodshed or hatred. He knew you were a kind soul that could change the way Ramattra views humans.

He watched from the sidelines, your movements in sync with the ravager. He saw the way you looked up at him, and he saw the way he looked at you. Something was growing and he felt rather proud of himself. 

The music slowly died down and the dancing came to a stop. Everyone turned to view the orchestra and clapped.

“The night is far from over.” Ramattra speaks to you, offering his arm to you much like his brother did earlier on in the evening. “Perhaps… We will get to know each other more, yes?” 

You place your arm with his, hand resting on top of your own as he escorted you back to your friend. 

“I would very much like that, Ramattra.” A gentle smile on your face was all the confirmation he needed. 

“Ah, brother, [y/n].” Zenyatta joins the pair. “How was your dance?” 

“Quite pleasant, actually.” Ramattra answers, head turning to face you. 

“I have to agree.” You look at Zenyatta, raising an eyebrow. “You got what you wanted.” 

A soft chuckle escapes Zenyatta. “You figured it out, I assume?” 

“Yes.” Ramattra chimed in.

“Zenyatta, I swear-” You stop as the smaller monk takes your hand in his. 

“The night is still young, [y/n].” That playfulness is back.

“What are you suggesting?” You narrow your eyes at him, Ramattra stood there listening. 

“Perhaps you take advantage of this.” He places something in your hand. 

“Zen-” 

“Please, I did not spend the better half of this week making these arrangements for it to go to waste.” You knew he would be grinning if he could express his emotions on his face. 

The moment Zenyatta releases his hand, you look down at the item. A key with a room number on it. Instantly your cheeks flushed. 

“Zenyatta-” You go look up at him but he had disappeared among the other parties. 

“That brother of mine… Foolish.” There was a hint of humour in Ramattra’s voice as he looked around. “If you would prefer to stay among the party we may.” 

“I will never hear the end of it either way.” You laugh quietly. 

“Shall we?” He extends his other arm towards the staircase that leads to the rooms. 

You nodded. “Lead the way.”

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Is there going to be a part two? Maybe. Would you want a part two? It would be exactly what you think it is. smug face

[fleurelinathehybrid]

💛[Chapter 3: A visit from the dream]💛

WARNING: Content +18. P.S. It's my best attempt at this part p0rn, so don't make fun of me.

The fatigue from university was nothing compared to the stress he had experienced at the New Inn a few hours ago. And it had all started with a stubborn customer who refused to leave.

Since he went for his third jar of beer, he realized that he would be long gone if he didn't give him the bill. The customer refused to pay and that's when the fight began. He and his waiters were forced to kick him out. Adding to the fact that he was accompanied by a teenager who was not looking for a fight and who did not even want to be in the bar with the guy, who was later revealed to be his father.

That situation led him to a state of deja vu when he remembered his son Robyn, after asking the minor how old he was. That poor boy who was the victim of a fight in a bar in the 40s.

That and a call to the police made his day a disaster.

Now he was in his apartment, freshly bathed and wearing shorts, leaving his chest almost marked and with body hair on his pectorals, arms and legs. Brushing his long brown hair so he could sleep comfortably.

Luckily, tomorrow would be the weekend and I didn't have much to do about college. So he could relax before going to sleep.

He turned off his cell phone, closed the curtain and prepared to try to rest. Which wouldn't be long, because he was very exhausted.

As soon as he could close his eyes, Hob let out a sigh that sent him into his dreamlike state like he did every night.

Hoping that his beautiful and endlessly boyfriend would receive him with open arms.

[💛💛💛]

He found himself wandering aimlessly in space. Perhaps in one of the habitats of the immense kingdom. Still wearing his pajama shorts, Hob set out to find his partner.

Which didn't take long, because he was waiting for him. That beautiful being whose appearance changes at will and pleasure. With his distinguished black hair with little stars in it. His pale porcelain skin and his eyes. Those eyes that contained one and thousands of constellations that he couldn't count.

Wearing as his only clothing, a robe that could be lost in the space around him.

—Hello, pigeon. —Hob spoke, with a crimson-tinged smile.

The response to his greeting was a smile, whose look was nothing more than mischief and flirtatiousness. Then he proceeds to approach and take his face with both hands, causing him to inertialy take hold of his small and fragile waist. The Endless looks at him, with a devotion that he had not expected to see since the first meeting they had after closing the hundred-year agreement.

—I was waiting for you, my love. I was looking forward to your arrival. —The voice of the king of dreams sounded serious but very sweet. Something that greatly surprised the immortal.

—I say the same thing, I wanted to see you. I had a shitty day. —he said trying to keep his anger inside.

The Endless, taking his cheek and gently caressing him, looks at him tenderly. —Aw, my love. Do you want me to help you relax?

The human nods, not resisting the urge to kiss him. —Okay, but first you have to wake up. Don't worry, you'll see when you do it.

He found that very strange, since it was very common for him that his meetings were in the Dreaming. However, I didn't see it as bad at all. Maybe, I wanted to change a little. He didn't think much about it and obeyed his lover's order.

[💛💛💛]

After waking up, he didn't expect to feel a little weight on him, something that was definitely unusual for him. It didn't take long to discover the reason.

He barely changed the direction of his sights and reacted: his beloved Endless, wearing a black robe, sitting on top of him.

And he was absolutely sure he wasn't wearing anything downstairs. He could feel it with his bulge.

—Oh, holy shit. —Hob murmured very astonished, with his face completely red.

—Do you see it? —spoke the god of dreams. —Now, you wanted to relax. Isn't it?

He nodded frantically, almost out of breath. Morpheus approaches, while their breaths and foreheads collide, and their gazes connect.

—Rest assured that you are going to enjoy it. —he says, and then proceeds to kiss him passionately.

Hob couldn't and wouldn't resist. His lover's touch was like a drug he couldn't refuse, and his kisses were too addictive to refuse.

Morpheus proceeds to kiss his neck and jaw, with the intention of leaving a path that would show evidence that that human already had an owner. Driving Hob crazy.

Sighs and low moans left the human's lips. Making Dream of Pride's chest grow. He didn't stop until he reached the edge of his shorts, the only item of clothing he was wearing. He probed the edge, while massaging the phallus over the fabric, causing Hob to suppress a grunt. Morpheus smiled, crinkling his eyes a little, sometimes he liked to be a little naughty.

He proceeds to remove Hob's shorts, revealing an astonishingly erect penis about to drip pre-cum. He would be lying if he said that didn't make him drool, feeling his private part get wet just by looking at it.

He didn't hesitate at all to massage it and run his tongue over it, while looking into his eyes. Lust and desire was what she could see in him. Hob felt like he would die at any moment.

However, if the pleasure did not leave him as blind as now, he would realize that Dream's eyes were not the same. Instead of having white stars, it had pink hearts as pupils. And the tiny stars in her hair were unlit.

Although of course, he wouldn't realize it. Less now that the eternal being was providing him with oral sex, putting his penis in and out of his mouth at a constant pace.

—Damn, Dream. —Hob gasps.

Morpheus proceeds to increase speed. Hob's grip on the blankets of his bed tightened as the pleasure welling up in him. Moans and gasps left his lips.

When he finally climaxed, Morpheus removed the phallus from his mouth and swallowed all traces of his lover's seed. He smiles, signaling that he's willing to keep this up for the rest of the night.

He stands up, at the same time removing the knot from his robe. He slowly proceeds to let it fall to the ground. He climbs back onto the bed on his knees, and after making sure he still has Hob's attention, Morpheus takes his phallus and begins to insert it into his vaginal cavity. Yes, for less problems, he decided to use female private parts.

Hob was stunned, he didn't know if because of the pleasure, or because of the initiative his beloved Endless was taking. What he did know was that it made him sexier for him.

When everything was finally completely inside, Morpheus tries to take the first jump. This is prevented by the immortal, who in a quick movement, leaves Morpheus beneath him, with his legs completely open and with his penis still inside his vagina.

— H-Hob? —That question is left incomplete when Gadling kisses him and places a pillow under his lower back. That makes Dream let out a high-pitched moan at the movement.

—You already gave me pleasure, my dove. Now it's my turn to give you pleasure. —His hoarse voice made Dream turn red with excitement.

As soon as the immortal made the first attack, Morpheus begins to tremble. Another thrust, his hands crumpling the blanket on the bed. Another one, his lips began to drool.

Hob couldn't help but show him a malicious smile, scaring Dream a little.

He began with the attacks, slow but accurate. Morpheus's high-pitched moans filled the room, they were like those of a cat in heat, ready to be mated.

—We haven't started yet and you're already about to cum? —he asked in a hoarse voice, making Morpheus blush. —Try to hold on a little longer, my pigeon.

He continued with the attacks, but little by little increasing the speed. The King of Nightmares moved his head from side to side while moaning and gasping, unable to withstand the wave of pleasure he felt at that moment. Hob proceeds to settle you with the pillow below his hips, making his G-spot in better reach for him. He would be very grateful to the colleague at the university where he work for giving him that advice.

—AH~!! —he let out a moan, along with a couple of tears in his beautiful blue eyes. Meaning a sign.

That was his sweet spot.

Hob couldn't help himself and moved closer to his Eternal's face to kiss and smell it, feeling the touch of his nose against his now flushed, sweaty pale cheek.

Morpheus held the back of his lover's neck with his left hand and his back with his right, waiting for more of his warmth. His ear was close and the lust was at its peak, he couldn't help it. Or rather, he didn't want to. Without thinking, he blurted out a phrase that would increase their libidos even more than they already were.

"Let me give you an heir"

Immediately, the thrusts became wild and uncontrolled. By way of inertia, Dream tightened his grip and hugged Hob's waist with his legs, for fear of becoming detached from him. While Hob distributed kisses, licks and bites on the Endless's neck.

—Don't stop, please. —Dream murmured, in the delirium of pleasure. —Aaahhh~ more, Hob. I need more~.

—I won't stop until all my seed is inside you. —Hob growled, blinded by lust and desire. Looking intensely at his lover who immediately begged for a kiss, which he did not deny.

He was very close to reaching climax, and he could feel that because of how hot his lower belly was. Morpheus couldn't resist it anymore.

Until Hob immediately decides to change positions. He leaves Morpheus' interior for a moment and, without asking, places the Endless face down with the same pillow under his belly. Hob pins Dream's legs under him, surprising him.

—Hob, what are you doing- NGK!! —He is interrupted again by a surprise attack at the same point.

He held Morpheus's hands in his own, marking the sweet spot that drove him crazy.

— Hob~ more~!! —His lips were drooling, and he couldn't even help but stick out his tongue in pleasure, as if leaving it out would help him get more air to breathe.

They continued to unleash blows, more and more accurate. Until...

—NGK!!/AAAHHH!!

That last grunt and moan made both beings ejaculate. Morpheus on the sheets and Hob inside his partner.

Gadling, panting and satisfied, kisses Dream's shoulder blades and his sweaty cheek. Carefully and without leaving his interior, he places his trembling Endless on his side. So that he can hug him from behind in a spoon position.

He inhaled his scent, and couldn't help but kiss his neck. Tentatively, he brought one of his hands to his clitoris to massage it.

—Nmmm~ Hob~

Gadling smiled. I was very anxious. —A second round?

Morpheus lets out a couple of tears, while giving him a smile.

—I beg you, my love.

An accurate attack was the response.

[sentoind]

Posting here because I don’t have to worry about a character limit / the format wouldn’t look weird (as I can also screenshot this and post to other websites LOL) but Hanarina talk (the chosen ship name for Hana and Karina)

Something I wanted to make kind of noticeable in Hana’s backstory was that she was constantly denied / rejected for her NEXT powers being awakened throughout her life was a huge allegory as her being a lesbian (anytime she showed any sort of romantic feelings towards another girl she was treated rather harshly and was alienated a lot often by other students and even her parents who pushed and arranged marriages with men that often fell through a lot because of an outer force preventing it, which I didn’t get to write about yet but it will be revealed that the reason why this happens is because it’s Jin/Hana’s older brother who stops it in any way he can)

A reason for why Hana became a huge fan of Blue Rose when she saw Hero TV for the first time was because of her unknowing attraction towards women. She also saw her as this cool hero and as someone she wished she could be to appease her parents (as she didn’t really align with wearing more feminine clothing.) It’s almost like how she forced herself to have a crush on Barnaby to appease to her parents a little but it fell through a lot as she always paid more attention to Blue Rose and would always have the maids buy any new CD from her or any single piece of merchandise from her. There were also times she would be able to sneak out for special meet and greets with her and she would heavily disguise herself to not be noticed to meet with her idol.

When Hana first joins Hero TV though and is greeted with Karina she doesn’t know how to interact with her really and tries to avoid having any sort of interaction with her as she’s heavily afraid of being perceived by her in any way because of a lot of reasons. One of these reasons being because Blue Rose is her biggest idol and she is only a fan and she shouldn’t have this relationship with her at all. The other reason (that also coincides with this) is because of her fear of forming connections and friendships with others because of her “powers” (aka more-so because she’s afraid she won’t be accepted by her and she’s afraid to find out how her idol / hero is underneath Blue Rose)

It’s not until after cour one when she’s free from her parents control on her that she’s able to comfortably be herself more / how she wants to be instead of having to pertain to this lady like doll persona her parents made her pertain to that she’s able to let people more into her life and start to be better friends with everyone (like her starting to try and hang out with her brother more other than him just being her partner and trying to get him to open up, and her befriending Barnaby a little more during his stay in the hospital which allowed for her to process her feelings towards him as jealousy in the past)

When she finally befriends Karina though, it’s when she finally realizes that Karina is still kind and even has a cute side to her. She’s able to start seeing her as Karina and not as Blue Rose, her idol and hero. She’s able to form a genuine bond and friendship for herself with another girl and it’s not until then when she befriends her that she realizes she’s been accepted for who she is and won’t be alienated like she has been in the past numerous times.

Although she still remains her fan, she’s more casual now and also doesn’t view her on this high podium or anything. She simply views her as someone just like her, and as her friend since they’re both human.

It is also important to note that Hana does become aware of Karina’s crush on Kotetsu. She thinks it’s cute and never pushes on her crush on Karina to accept her feelings as it is her choice and she wishes for Karina to be happy. (And the reason why she confesses to Karina before she leaves to go and travel the world with her brother for a year is not to push her feelings onto her, but to just get it off her chest and for then to talk it out and for Hana to move on a little so they could continue to be the best of friends… but they do become an official couple a year later when Hana comes back when Karina starts to process her own feelings and accepts that she has feelings for Hana back)

[crazypsychonerdstuff]

Nero, where you're there, could I get some fluffy HCs with Abigor from ghost rider with an asexual goth reader plz? Just had an argument about how "asexuality isn't a thing, and you won't find anyone if you keep believing it is. Which is fine, lots of people want to be alone." But I DON'T want to be alone! And it just got me a little, and now I feel like shit. Sorry if I'm being selfish. Don't feel you have to write anything for this.

Right. For a start, anon, you are NOT being selfish. Secondly, you are valid, and whoever said that to you had no right to say that. Just because they can't understand it doesn't give them licence to go saying hurtful things. They don't have to understand to accept. Unfortunately, I know this struggle all too well myself. My family just doesn't seem to be able to get their heads around it either. It's a tough one, but at the end of the day, we are who we are! If they can't accept that, that's a them issue, not an us issue!

Now, onto business! One fluffy demon with his ace s/o coming right up! Gotta say, I don't think I've seen anyone write for him before, so this is gonna be interesting, I have quite a few headcanons for him tbh! He was one of my comfort characters for the longest times when I was going through a rough spot over a decade ago, so yeah... a lot of this will probably be me projecting a little, too. Sorry! I hope these are up to expectations!

🎃

Above all, he is so supportive of you. He loves you and will stand by you no matter what. You're asexual? And? He loves you, and that's not going to change anything. He's a demon. There's nothing 'conventional' about him, so why should his s/o or their relationship be any different?

I'd say he'd protect you with his life, but being a demonic entity (and this is where one of my headcanons comes in a little*¹), he can't really die, so that sentiment is irrelevant really.

If someone dares talk down to you, belittles you, or otherwise disrespect you, he will ensure they regret it one way or another. If you are really adverse to him killing the perpetrator, he will find other ways to make their life a misery: ensuring that they can't go anywhere, and I mean anywhere, without a gust of wind messing up their hair +/ outfit. Or blowing a neatly swept pile of dust/leaves etc at the moment they were about to clear it up. If that doesn't work, he'll use his elemental power to sneak into their house and start wreaking havoc with their possessions. If that still fails to affect them, then he'd start appearing and threatening them personally until they ceased their torment.

He will give you lots of surprise hugs; materialising out of thin air and wrapping himself around you, his body only partly formed, allowing him to engulf you almost completely.

He has, on more than one occasion, lent you his coat, either when it's cold out and you've forgotten your own or if he's going to be unavailable for a while, he'll leave it with you both so you have a part of him there with you and as a promise that he'll come back.

He loves your aesthetic. I can see him being easily persuaded to become [more] goth*² (me and Scorpio were just having a debate as to whether he was already goth... I said not really but has potential, Scorp said he 100% is... so...)

Will often bring you gifts that he thinks you'd like, be it trinkets, ornaments and little things for your home or accessories and clothes. He loves seeing your reactions when he gifts you something.

He loves doing "human" things with you as he puts it, such as listening to music*³, watching movies/TV shows*⁴, cooking (with help from you). He tried reading but couldn't get into it, though Abigor wearing reading glasses is definitely a Look™️!

When the two of you are spending any length of time at your place, he's taken to wearing more loose-fitting clothing, namely band t-shirts and joggers/lounge pants.

Probably projecting here again, but cemetery dates. You're goth, he's a goth(?) Demon, where better?! It's quiet, it's spooky to most but comforting to the two of you, you can admire the architecture of the gravestones... the list goes on.

He likes being close to you in some way, be that just sitting next to you, or holding hands, or having an arm around you to, if you are comfortable with it, practically clinging to you, snuggling into you, lying on you or pulling you ontop of himself.

If you two are sharing a bed, expect to wake up completely engulfed in air demon: in his sleep, he has a habit of becoming not-quite-solid, and as a result, you will likely find yourself surrounded.

Oh, and expect him to come up with some really good ghost stories too! Though whether they are fictitious or actual things he's witnessed +/ experienced is open for debate. He is a demon, after all.

¹ when the respective demons were "killed", I believe that really what happened was more an inconvenience. They sort of get sent back to hell to pull themselves back together (both figuratively and literally) and are 100% able to return after a while.

² while writing this, I was imagining Air boi in some pretty awesome outfits tbh. And you can't tell me that he hasn't tried a steampunk look at least once(this might be me projecting a little, though)! And eyeliner. Kinda went full on corpse paint at one point, but as awesome as that looked in my head, it just reverted back to regular eyeliner.

³I have a feeling he'd be into rock and metal from the 70s/80s mostly, some bands I think he'd be into are: Aerosmith, Mötley Crüe, Motörhead, Twisted Sister and Megadeth.

⁴I think he would like watching true crime shows a lot. Idk why, just think he would. And paranormal stuff, though mostly to laugh at the insanity of it all when most things shown on them are clearly hoaxes.

[rosethreeart]

SOMEONE wanted all 50 asks for romerica and who am I to deny them UwU

this is for you bestie

1. Describe their first date.

They met in the roaring 20s so probably a speakeasy or a silent movie!

2. Who wakes up early/Who sleeps in late?

Abby wakes up early and Romano could probably sleep past noon and take a nap right after

3. What was their first impression of each other?

Abby: what a charming young man

Romano: HOTTIE!!!

4. Who initiates affection? Why does the other not initiate affection as much?

They’re constantly touching its ridiculous

5. Do they argue often? If so, what do they argue about?

They bicker like an old married couple but it’s always a joke they hardly ever actually argue. Usually it’s about one of their bad habits; Abby overworking and Romano being a bit of a slob

6. How do they make up/apologize after an argument?

Romano adores make up sex like best way to apologize to him lmao. For Abby you need to show you corrected your behavior or are in the acts of correcting it.

7. How often do they say “I love you”?

Very!

8. What do they love most about the other? Why?

Abigail loves how laidback and charming he is. He’s humble, passionate, and always finds a way to see the beauty in something.

Romano loves how smart and dedicated and sweet she is. She has an unwavering sense of kindness and is always willing to try new things!

9. What do they dislike most about the other? Why?

They both dislike how insecure the other is. Sometimes Abby can be way too work oriented and Lorenzo a little too laid back which might make them butt heads a little.

10. Do they share any hobbies or interests? How do these things bring them together?

Cooking, music, and theater!

11. How do they feel about nicknames/pet names? If they like them, what pet names do they use? If they hate them, why do they feel that way?

They’re disgusting with how mushy they are. Romano: hot-shot, babe, tiger, hun/honey, sugar, sweetheart

Abigail: bella, bambina, Caramella, amore, my love, my darling, my everything

12. Do they have a difficult time when separated from each other, or are they fairly independent?

They mope for at least three days straight before slowly going back to being a person lmao. Romano WILL count down to the second to when he could see her again

13. How do they keep in contact when they’re apart? Do they write letters, talk on the phone, or simply wait out the time?

The wrote letters and sometimes still do, and dedicate at least one day a week for talking on the phone

14. Do they enjoy PDA, or are they more private with affection?

Overtly

15. What songs remind you of their relationship?

Really any Dean Martin song lmao also Absolutely Smitten by Doddie

16. Would they ever get matching tattoos? If yes, what would these look like?

No 💀

17. How well do they communicate? Are they open with their feelings/thoughts or more reserved? Why?

They communicate pretty well; nether enjoy beating around the bush. They’ve learned to be very open with each other early on in their relationship as it was the only way Abby would actually even consider viewing him as a friend(she has abandonment issues)

18. How do they care for each other when one of them is wounded/sick?

They’re by the others side the whole time

19. Do they wear each other’s clothes/jewelry?

Abigail is a serial clothes thief. Romano is constantly gifting her jewelry.

20. How do they comfort each other when one of them is upset? Is this method of comfort effective?

Hugs and cuddles are very effective <3

21. Do they enjoy domestic life?

God they crave nothing but it. They constantly talk and think about the lives they would live if they were human

22. Are they comfortable joking around with each other and being silly/playful?

Goofy goobers both of them

23. What are the defining characteristics of their relationship?

Trust, dedication, affection, and understanding

24. How do their personalities affect their relationship? Do their characteristics compliment each other, or clash often?

They compliment each other and balance each other out although it causes them to clash on the rare occasion

25. Do they share a room/house? If so, what does it look like and how does it compliment their personalities?

They have their own separate houses that the other vists

26. What sacrifices do they make for the other?

Abigail has to sacrifice her work time but that’s better for her in the long run so she can’t really complain

Romano had to put down the walls he’s built and that knee jerk defense reaction; once again better for him in the long run

27. How do they say “I love you” non-verbally?

Kisses on the hand/forehead, doing things for the other like cleaning and cooking, hugs, and holding each other

28. Who’s the better chef? Do they cook for the other?

Romano!

29. Describe their nighttime routine.

Romano gets in bed first but is usually last to fall asleep; he’s just chilling in there. They’ll usually talk about their day and cuddle till they sleep

(not counting sex lmao)

30. What are their respective love languages? Do their love languages work well together?

Abigail is very much a time spent and verbal love language and Romano is a gift/ task and verbal love language.

I’d say so

31. Do they often go out on dates? What are these like?

Very at least once a week usually out for dinner or a show or movie

32. Do either of them drink? If so, who’s the lightweight, and how does their partner care for them?

Romano had like one glass of wine with dinner and that’s it when he’s with her. She doesn’t like alcohol or men drinking/being drunk so he limits it.

33. How do they flirt? Who’s the worse flirt?

Abigail can’t flirt to save her life but she tried and it’s cute so task failed successfully. Have you SEEN Romano?? There’s a reason he keeps winning those polls 😂

34. Do they have any inside jokes?

MANY

35. Is their relationship a secret? If so, why?

Yeah, they’re both private people and think other nations are nosey. Abigail also gets worried about how other nations views of her might reflect onto him.

36. How do they feel about having kids? Are they in agreement?

They would want them so badly 😭

37. Who’s more emotionally sensitive/cries more often?

Romano cries more often but I think Abigail is more sensitive but doesn’t show it.

38. Who’s got a quicker temper?

Romano

39. When and how did they admit that they loved each other? If they haven’t yet, why?

I could write a fucking essay on their relationship and everything that built up to it. There’s no real “exact” confession they just kinda slowly morph into being together. First time he said that he loved her was before he went to go fight for the resistance/Allies in WW2

40. Do they have any regrets in their relationship?

Not saying anything sooner I think

41. What would they do if they lost the other?

Neither would be able to cope lmao

42. What’s their relationship like with each other’s friends/families?

Romano: constantly five seconds from punching her family.

Abigail: a bit jealous of how close he is to spain and Belgium but they treat him well so she’s happy; makes her feel a bit lonely tho

43. If they picked out outfits for each other, what would they look like?

Romano: would pick something nice and classy, a form fitting dress with jewelry that complements her perfectly

Abigail: do you think she would have the sense of fashion let alone be allowed to ? 😂💀

44. Do they cuddle often? Why or why not?

They’re never NOT touching.

45. How do they support each other? How do they rely on each others support?

They give the other reassurance and a shoulder to lean/cry on. They take care of the other even if it’s something simple like brushing/combing their hair or feeding them

46. Do they consider their relationship casual or serious? Is the answer different depending on who you ask? Why?

Serious

47. Do they sleep beside each other? Why or why not?

Spooning all the time

48. Do they talk about their future together? Why or why not?

YES!! Mainly about how they would want things to be. They just want to be happy together

49. Do they keep secrets from each other?

No? Do surprises count? Those are the only “secrets” really.

50. Would they ever break up? If so, why? Who would handle the breakup better?

No they’re stuck with each other now; you’d have to kill them before you get them off each other

[train-whistles-at-night]

I don't have any specific questions to ask, but I'd love to hear about the littles

ive had this open for hours and literally thought abt what id write for possibly over an hour before i fell asleep so im just going to WRITE IT and everyone has to be NICEYS TO ME

anyhow CW for squicky content (regression and using nappies/diapers in a regressed state (for both urination and defecation), but in a completely non-sexual fashion)

Let's get the easier ones out of the way

Skulduggery is a skeleton, even using the human facade giving him the ability to do bodily functions, he's not fond of them. I don't think he uses nappies, but he understands why the others find them comforting. He thinks the material is soft and that's nice.

Dexter wears the equivalent of pull-ups- they're soft and nice and he's not really into using them, but he does like how they feel and the comfort they provide that if he gets too into being small and really can't make it to the restroom to pee, it won't get everywhere and will save him a little bit of face. Expressly only will use them for urination and will always use the restroom for defecation. (Would try to change himself, but will accept changes from most any of the CGs but prefers Saracen if he has to have help with it.)

Anton uses nappies, for both uses, but more-so urination than defecation, but it happens sometimes. Usually when he's very small and very into playing or small and actively sick. Anton gets small and scared and soft and shy when he uses the nappies, whether it's on purpose or entirely by accident, even having used them for a while now, there's still a sense of.. Shame? That comes with it. Age regression is so very important for Anton, but he has a Persona And Aesthetic he keeps up in public spaces, and he doesn't ever want anyone outside of the Dead Men and Kenspeckle to find out, especially about the nappies. Anyhow, he likes using them, and it started from bedwetting while small, and maybe sometime I'll write a little drabble about how they got to Anton actually enjoying using them with Saracen's help. Nappies for Anton are soft and crinkly and safe, they make him actively feel smaller in a good way when he wears them. They keep from any accidents happening, and Larrikin loves to dote of him when he changes him, it makes him a happy kind of embarrassed, the kind one gets because they are actively loved. It's good for him.

Ravel doesn't have much of a choice in wearing nappies- when Ravel regresses, 9 times out of 10 it's involuntary, and out of something causing a fear/trigger response. He gets very, very small when he first regresses (I'm talking like, half a year old at most), and slowly ages back up throughout the rest of the day. Here's the thing- same as with Anton, Larrikin really, genuinely doesn't mind changing nappies, he kinda likes it actually! It's a ways for Larrikin to show the littles that he is trustworthy and would never ever make fun of them or shame them for something they can't control/something that is deemed 'icky'. Ravel tends, from the fear that caused the regression, to wet right as he gets small, and generally doesn't have much control at all over his bladder and bowels when he's that small, and it upsets him immensely if it gets on his clothes at all. The solution has been nappies, which have stalled his upset most entirely, as the mess gets contained, and easily disposed of.

Most times the littles get very plain white/one color only nappies, but sometimes, just because Larrikin likes them really, he gets them ones with cute little designs on them. He can't help it, he thinks the littles in their lil nappies are so cute, he's gotta indulge himself every once in a while.

Anyhow despite my fear on posting this one, it's actually a topic I'm interested in talking more about if one had questions. Don't be afraid to ask.