#strong good floofy haired children

[sinsmockingbird]

Aight, dis the (F!)MC family with (Yandere!)Yukong request (more like a ramble I guess which you can feel free to adapt to a request/fic as you want) :3

What do you think their children would look like? They'd probably have floofy hairs/tails like Yukong (Foxian/Kitsune genetics I've always thought are probs very strong), and they'd probably grow up very spoiled, by Qingni, who'd I'd imagine would be a great older sister, and by the Astral Express whenever they visit.

I can't help but feel like there'd be some friction there between Yukong and the crew, since the crew might feel something is off about Yukong being overly protective, alongside with Stelle's sudden decision to stay on the Luofu, and Yukong is afraid they might try to take Stelle with them.

I also wonder how Qingni would react to the whole situation in the first place. While she'd probably be very happy to see her mother happy, and to have younger siblings, she might also find Stelle's sudden decision to stay a bit weird (not that'd she'd comment on it).

If Stelle and Qingni grow close during Stelle's stay on the Luofu, I could totally see Yukong using that to further try to convince Stelle to stay, pointing out how they make such a lovely family the three of them together. Something along the lines of, It'd be a shame to throw it all away to go explore, and maybe never get to come back to see them. Who knows, maybe we could give Qingni some younger siblings? She did always want some as a child. Surely it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if you somehow ended up pregnant, right?

Sorry for the mess of ideas that this was oeidfvgjherhfgu I had a lot of thoughts after the fic that you made (which I may or may not have read lots of times already). Please feel free to only adapt parts of it/segment it, I can always send other requests in the future with the other sections if they don't mesh well together/get too long if you don't mind.

"PROTECTING" PT.2 | Yukong

PAIRING: Yukong x Afab!Reader

WARNINGS: Fluff, SFW, Slight NSFW, Yandere!Yukong, Manipulation, Alludes to smut & breeding.

AUTHORS NOTE: I love these little rambles and ideas. I tried to include as many of these as possible, and I'd love to hear any more ideas you have!

WHEN YOUR daughter was first born, she was a perfect mix of you and Yukong, with a fluffy tail and ears being the prominent foxian genes in her. She was immediately spoiled and loved by not only you two but the Astral Express as well. She was quickly welcomed into the family, dotted on by someone almost 24/7.

Welt was quickly deemed her Godfather, and was seen as her grandpa considering the fatherly relationship he had with you. Himeko was her Godmother, and she honestly almost cried when you asked her if she'd like to.

Dan Heng was surprisingly protective over her, despite not really knowing... how to treat her, yet he wouldn't dare let someone harm her, like a protective older brother. March 7th was, as expected, absolutely in love with her, declaring her the cool aunt who buys her so much toys, stuffies, clothes- you name it, March will get it.

Qingni was... interesting. She absolutely loved her little sister when she was born, always quick to care and play with her when she got the chance. She'd do anything for her, spoiling her with all sorts of things just like March.

Yet, despite being happy to have a little sister, Qingni couldn't help the weird feeling she had in her chest. Your sudden decision to stay on the Luofu was certainly... sudden, to say the least, and especially how quickly your relationship with her mother grew. While she was happy for Yukong to have found someone to love, she just found it all weird, but she didn't comment on anything, rather just enjoying the fact she has a younger sibling.

Plus, Qingni found herself getting close to you as well. She was really beginning to see you as another mother, despite not calling you mom yet. Which you didn't mind, you were simply happy to have a good relationship with her.

"You and Qingni seem to be getting along fine." Yukong mused as she moved to hug you from behind, nuzzling her face into your neck.

You laugh softly at her affectionate actions, watching as Qingni entertained her baby sister. "I'd like to think so."

"Trust me, she likes you." Yukong reassured, pressing a gentle kiss against your temple before laying her head on your shoulder. "We make quite a lovely family, don't we? Us four."

You thought for a moment, watching as Qingni stopped her sister from chewing on her tail. "Yeah... yeah we do."

Yukong lifted her head, eyeing you for a moment, seeing the way your eyebrows were furrowed together, sensing that something wasn't right. "Is there something wrong, my love?"

"Hm?" You look at her, before quickly shaking your head, then pausing as you thought for a moment. "Nothings wrong, perse... sorry, I'm just having thoughts about missing the Astral Express."

That made worry strike Yukong like a strike of lightning hitting a tree. It wasn't uncommon for you to find yourself having thoughts of the Astral Express crew as well as missing that adventure with them. It scared the old foxian like no other, because she's tried everything to get you to stay here on the Xianzhou with her.

Her ears pulled back against her head, tail swishing back and forth more behind her. She held a hard look on her face when you looked back to gaze at your daughter and Qingni, and Yukong realized what she had to do again to ensure you would stay here with her.

You let out a sudden gasp as you felt Yukong press her front flush against your back, pressing you against the counter you were both standing behind. You quickly gripped the edge of it, eyes widening and face flushing as you felt her press her face into your neck, inhaling your scent while kissing and nipping at your skin.

"Y-Yukong, the girls!" You quickly whispered it with panic, eyes wide as you watched your guys daughters, praying they didn't look over to see one of their mothers pressed so intimately against the other.

"We're fine, they're too distracted by one another," Yukong reassured, her voice low and sultry as she kissed your neck more.

You whimpered softly, before biting your lip to hold back your sounds, not wanting to alert Qingni. You bowed your head slightly, breathing heavy as you felt Yukong grinding her hips against you from behind, letting you feel her growing bulge under her clothes. Her sudden need for you caught you off guard, but you definitely weren't complaining.

"My love, let's go to our room. The girls will be alright by themselves for an hour or so," Yukong murmured, moving to suck on your ear lobe, nibbling on it and making your face flush more.

"J-Just an hour..?" You ask, tilting your head slightly back towards her.

"Just an hour," Yukong repeated, but she had other plans. She was going to keep you locked in your room for however long she wanted, thoroughly breeding you again.

Because there's no way you'd leave the Xianzhou, leave her, if you have a second, maybe third or forth child, right? You wouldn't dare do that to her.

She was going to make sure you'd never leaver.

ENDING NOTES: Sorry this is short! I wanted to keep this part mostly SFW. But I'll maybe do a part 3 if it's asked for.

[lcdexstar-blog]

If I don’t get at least one thread with a canon Izuku where he and Mina bond over OFA then what even is the point

[hyunrun]

Dream SMP/Batfam

This is my reasoning for connections between Dream SMP members and the Bats. This was all just for fun, but feel free to give feedback if you’d like! And do say if I’ve made a mistake. I haven’t done everyone, so if there’s anyone else you’d like me to do, lemme know! Please read, I spent a good while on this :D

Batman (Bruce Wayne)/Technoblade: Technoblade's Dream SMP origin story starts with his parents dying, so the backstory fits. He swears to kill all orphans because of the way they killed his parents (Similar to the way Bruce wanted to stop crime from running rampant in Gotham). Techno is also, technically, an orphan as Bruce was. I've always imagined Bruce's voice to be kinda like Techno's, especially that monotone tone he uses, and especially when he's Batman and not Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne is -Bat-man and Technoblade is a pig, need I elaborate? Both of them seem to stay up till ungodly times of the day, and I'm sure their sleep schedules are never on the same clock as anyone else's, Bruce's because of his vigilante lifestyle and Techno because... well, he's a Minecraft YouTuber. Both of them have a father figure, although not biological. They also have a friendly rivalry with a fellow content creator/hero (Cough Dream/Superman cough). We say Dick/Wilbur is dramatic, but you can't possibly mean to tell me Batman/Technoblade isn’t subtly more dramatic. They practically invented being dramatic in their respective businesses.

Alfred Pennyworth/Philza Minecraft: Is the father figure to Batman/Technoblade. Is really a force of chaos but everyone pictures them as a soft, loving dad because we all have parental issues and we need more father figures. Both of them are very badass in their own ways. Old and British. Here's a parallel I thought was pretty cool. Philza had been building up his hardcore world for 5 years before he died. It was like his home disappeared in front of his eyes as he fell away from his life. I'm not sure which continuity/arc this is from (Please do not hate on me, I am but a small child) bUT I do know that Alfred died of a heart attack/stroke at the same time the Wayne Manor was destroyed. His home was destroyed as he died. Just as Philza's had been.

Damian Wayne/TommyInnit: Is never really loved by anyone at first glance (From the fandoms). Tommy's the loud, annoying one, Damian's the grouchy, haughty one. But everyone eventually gravitates towards their characters later on. Their families were wary of them at first but grew to love them. Both of them are the youngest, and generally angriest child. Both are not American, Tommy being British and Damian, Arabic. They both have ICONIC mothers. MotherInnit is a queen, we all know this. If she can handle Tommy, she can handle absolutely anything. Talia Al Ghul has a reputation of her own right, and while she hasn't quite the pristine repertoire, she definitely strikes a strong mark on people. Now, this is a dumb connection between the two, but hair!! Tommy’s seems nice and floofy while Damian's is generally drawn spiky, and I think that's a cool contrast. Their love for pets is also important to note. Tommy's the one that's known for starting wars over the deaths of his pets, and it's easy to know that Damian wouldn't hesitate to hurt someone if they did anything to Titus or Batcow. It’s been shown on multiple occasions that he loves his pets a lot.

Jon Kent/Tubbo_: Best friends with Tommy/Damian. Do not try to argue that Jon and Damian aren't best friends because come onnn. And PLEASE do not take this as a dumb excuse to ship Tommy and Tubbo, as I know people ship Dami and Jon. Both are the embodiment of chaos wrapped in kindness, and both are definitely the more stable of their friendship with the other gremlin children. I am confident that both would probably refer to their parents as mother and father dearest. You cannot convince me otherwise. Tubbo has already done so, and Jon would never disrespect his parents, so this would obviously be the next best alternative for when he is upset by them. Jon’s powers fluctuate upon shifts in emotion and he can’t really control his powers, like the shifting of Tubbo’s alter egos. We never know when Toob or Big Law will creep out of the shadows.

Dick Grayson/Wilbur Soot: (Second) most dramatic in the family, though perceived as the drama queen because of their boisterous personalities. The one that was probably a theatre kid in school. The lighthearted one that keeps everyone cheerful, but also the one with the easiest path to a horrid descent into madness. They have a flair for drama, the glitter and sparkles to Batman/Technoblade’s sombre smoke and haze, which is why they work together so well. The closest family member to Tommy/Damian. Their little brother/big brother dynamics are just impeccable. Both are the most simped for by their respective fanbases (from what I’ve seen). The token pretty boys. Both artistically talented in different ways, with Wilbur’s music and Dick’s acrobatic skills. Also the ones that get constantly shipped with every woman they literally even look at. They also express their dramatic tendencies through their clothes, Dick with his jazzy Discowing suit and Wilbur’s dramatic L’manburg outfit.

Superman/Dream: The OP gods, need I say more? Friendly rivals with Technoblade/Batman. Very often perceived as ‘Perfect’ which they are not, but many refuse to accept that. A funny parallel I drew was the fact that both of them are famous in their own rights, but can just walk around and not get recognised despite millions of people knowing their online/superhero identities. Both are technically not human.

Stephanie (Batgirl/Spoiler)/Sapnap: Both of their names start with S! Not my only reasoning, but I’ll take it into account anyway. Both are basic looking in my head (Blue eyes blonde hair for Steph?? There’s at least 3 other girls that look EXACTLY like her in the nearby DC universes. And Sapnap blends in with every other white boy, though I love him regardless.) but both also have immaculate personalities to make up for it. They’re the most normal people out of all their co-streamers/superheroes in my eyes, also my favourites. (I didn’t realise as I put them together that I loved them most but here we are). They’re both great at dumb banter. They don’t have huge, hilarious bits often or any constant jokes that are pulled on time and time again, but their general atmosphere makes everything seem like a joke. They may not be the best at what they do in their friend groups but are actually really good nonetheless and do not get due credit for their effort and talent sometimes. Has a warring relationship with Damian/Tommy (Sapnap over the pets and Steph and Dami didn’t have the most friendly relationship at the start)

Jason/BBH- Same but opposite but same. Exists to cause chaos. I wouldn’t have associated these two with each other till the Badlands became a thing… but then the Badlands became a thing and I had to. Now, I know that technically Bad doesn’t have a grudge against Techno, but Jason would totally set up a whole empire just to mess with Bruce’s plans, just to get in the way, to instigate, to fan the flames of the fire till he’s driven Bruce to his breaking point. Bad isn’t exactly trying to do that, but he’s only around for the chaos. He’s only here for his own benefit, and he’s only here for that because of the hurt caused to him by the nation he came from. A parallel being Jason causing havoc because of the pain Bruce caused him. Besides, both have a cool red and black colour scheme, and both wear jacket!! Both are also technically not alive (If we're considering BBH as a demon).

Roy Harper/Skeppy: I have absolutely no explanation for this, but it just Fits. Besides, they have cool opposing colour schemes and are best friends with BBH/Jason!!

Aaaand last but not least

Jason/Technoblade: Now you must be thinking But Kaly you already spoke about them! And yes, I did, and they do go really well with their respective characters but I couldn’t simply ignore the connection between these two, so I thought I might as well write about it. Technoblade was an English major (If I remember correctly) before he dropped out to pursue his youtube career. Jason, though this may not be a well-known fact, was a definite literature nerd at school before he met his demise. Their cut off education in English is an interesting parallel to me. Both of them also have destructive tendencies, with Technoblade being an anarchist and Jason periodically running an underground empire to make sure he can do whatever the hell he wants to. They don’t generally care who they hurt on their way to reach their end goal. Jason’s reckless shooting and killing clearly shows this, as he continuously justifies his actions by saying he’s ending crime rather than just making it wait in line for its turn to pop up again, while Technoblade’s release of the withers and excessive use of his firework crossbow clearly shows that the deaths of the residents of L’manburg do not matter to him as long as he abolishes the government.

[haikyuu-philia]

the world needs more noya content and ur an amazingly talented writer so: could u write a cute lil imagine for noya’s s/o seeing him with his hair down for the first time? he’s honestly such a cute lil crackhead and i love hair down noya content 😔💗

YES! SIMPLY YES! FEEL MY LOVE, ANON!

This was resting in my inbox way too long, but it was the perfect material for Noya's birthday and I decided to wait until that day.

Well, October 10th is in fact today, which is why I made it extra long :3

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NISHINOYA!!

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If Nishinoya's s/o saw him with his hair down for the first time!

-> Imagine for Nishinoya Yuu (best libero in the world and birthday kid!)

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A sheep. Or a turtle? No, a squirrel!

After a long day of school you were making your way through the streets in between the houses. Your eyes always went up a little to identify the next animal made of white clouds. But you didn't have a lot to see.

The sky was shining in a bright blue and for the first time in forever you had the feeling of summer, which was coming closer step by step. In a few weeks you would be able to change into your lighter uniform, instead of having to wear the thick blazer like today.

Once you even caught yourself while you were holding your breath to listen to the birds singing. Somewhere in the distance you could even hear the happy laughter of children.

And that was weird.

Normally a goofy ball of energy wouldn't stop talking to you for the whole time. Your goofy ball of sunshine.

Yesterday Nishinoya had been just fine. Maybe a little bit sniffling, but besides that completely fine. Emphasizing the had been.

The bag in your hand rustled with every step and without saying it out loud you checked that it really contained everything you had thought of earlier.

Pills to ease headaches, gummies for a sore throat, little cooling pads to put on the forehead, camomile tea and some of his favorite snacks.

You had decided carefully what you wanted to bring him with this care package. The reason was simple: If the cold was strong enough to keep him at home, it must be a quite strong one.

So you couldn't be prepared enough.

Well, nothing could have prepared you for the sight at the front door. An unusually tired looking Noya opened it, still wearing what you thought must be his pyjamas.

Before you catched more than short glance of him, you  leaned down to pull the notes from class out of your backpack that you had placed next to your feet.

"Hey! Why are you here? I mean, I missed you all day, but I'm not that -", he began to ask with a big grin.

Only to be interrupted by a cough that shook his whole body. Not that sick, of course.

Rolling your eyes you stood up to hand him everything that you had brought with you. He sounded like he should lay in bed and you definitely didn't want to stop him from doing so.

Therefore you hadn't even planed to enter his house.

"I'm here to provide you with everything you've missed and might need to get better soon!", you answered smiling.

Swinging the plastic bag in your hand you finally looked up again. And immediately stopped every movement of yours.

"OH MY GOD! NOYA! YOUR HAIR!", you whisper-screamed while starring at him.

You had heard myths. You had heard rumors. You had heard stories. But actually seeing it in its normal state made you gasp in awe. Like, it looked you soft!

The more you analysed it, the more you wanted to touch it. Not to mention that you noticed that he really seemed shorter with his hair down.

In a streak of fear that you might think of it as absolutely stupid, Nishinoya started to run his fingers through his hair. Between coughing and sniffling he tried his hardest to pull it up against gravity.

At the same time you giggled and giggled and giggled. Nearly so much that your own stomach started hurting.

"Tomorrow I will look as cool as ever! Don't worry about it, (Y/N)!"

As a response you cracked a little smile at him: "Tomorrow we will see, if you are feeling good enough to go to school again. I've brought some stuff and of course the notes from class."

Both hands filled with stuff you took one step into his direction. Once you were standing right in front of him, you offered what you had to give.

Finally he stopped fiddling around with his hair, which made it fall into his face again.

"Thanks, (Y/N)! You are the best person I could have asked for!" He exclaimed while reaching for the paper and the bag. "But you could have spared me the school things."

Now that your hands were empty there was no way in hell that you would skip this opportunity.

Placing one of them at the top of his head, you tousled his anyhow messy hair a little more. You shot him a warm smile: "Sorry, I just had to! I hope you are not mad at me."

A chuckled escaped from your mouth after you had pulled away your hand.

"I have to go now. Make sure to get better soon and rest properly!"

You wanted to kiss his forehead or his cheek so bad - On the other hand you didn't really want to get sick as well. So waving him goodbye had to be good enough for today.

As soon as Noya would recover, he would definitely hug you all the time to compensate the lost changes.

While you were turning around the corner, a quite flustered boy was left behind in the door. No one could tell whether his face was colored red from his fever or from the butterflies inside his stomach.

Shortly after this, he slammed the door shut, happy that nobody except for him was home to hear his outburst of feelings.

Despite his aching body and the endless urge to lay down somewhere, he dropped everything to jump around the house. In the meantime he let go of several exclaims of joy, like "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Who would have thought that it only took a pat on the head to make him go silent and recharge his whole battery within seconds?

You couldn't deny that you felt a tiny bit disappointed when he came to school again two days later. His floofy hair was standing up in the air again and didn't look patable at all.

Well, let's just say that Noya made sure to present it naturally every now and then in the future. Maybe he even found pleasure in you braiding his hair during a movie night.

For now you continued living with the knowledge that your boyfriend spent more than five minutes in the bathroom for getting ready in the morning...

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Posted: October 10th | Requests: Open | Match-ups: Closed

[bowieandqueen11]

Quiet / Jonas Kahnwald Fluff

Request: Hi! Can I request a Jonas Kahnwald x reader just being lazy on a morning and just enjoying the moment and each other when everything is still quiet. As if the town isn't crazy enough right? Thank you!! 

My first Dark imagine! Thank you for sending this in darling, and sorry if it’s terrible, but poor Jonas needs some fluff <3

Winden was just that sort of town. The sort of small, tucked away unaware place where nobody really pays any heeds to the daily going-ons, seeing them as a usual cycle of muted nothingness. But there’s a certain darkness that lurks in the hearts of the residents, a kind of chill that makes the adults tug their children a little bit closer to their chests as they walk home from yet another uneventful day of school, a kind of paranoia that some things have not yet come to pass. The town had been built on a grid, and no expense was spared. The roads were perfect grit spitting rivers of tarmac that traffic lights blinked along to allow the schoolchildren to pass safely. The air was muggy and foggy and yet seemed crisp to those who drank it in. On occasion a deer would gallop through the streets or a bird fall on the tall black lampposts, but people felt uncomfortable in its presence. 

Luckily for you, you didn’t have to think about it yet. What was to come. What has already happened. The cycle you are trapped in. Instead, you brush your feet against the light carpet of Jonas’s room, leaning back against his desk chair and pretending you don’t hear the slight moans of Hannah and Ulrich from next door. Your head thumps against Jonas’ oaken walls as a sigh tumbles out your lips, your pyjama shorts rising up your damp thighs as you shake off the last few remnants that had plagued your mind last night, shaking off the horrible images of Mikkel, in his little red duffel coat that flashed before your eyes. You nearly knock Jonas’ pill bottle off his desk as you sit up, glancing over at him. His back trembles as he breathes, his hair fanned out over his thin pillow as you walk over to him with a small smile gracing your lips at the set of your boyfriend, happy to see that he hadn’t woken up as you pull his lumpy blue and green mattress up to his shoulders, your fingers resting for a moment, splaying against the expanse of his back as he whines in his sleep. He had been exhausted last night when you had been watching the movie, his legs entangled with yours, still blushing and shy and all pink cheeks littered with glowing freckles and sparkling eyes as he glanced down at you, his hand clamping down tight against your shoulder as you lay upon his chest.

‘Y/n, are you sure this is okay? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable’, he would whisper, as you snuggle further into his chest.

‘Jonas, we’ve been dating for six months, don’t forget that I want to snuggle with you.’

He smiles at that, a rare smile that usually only lights his face in your presence. As the night went on, you could feel the fringes of his hair tickling your cheek, his chin bumping against your forehead as he began nodding off to sleep, despite the fact he would furiously deny it every time you would gently tap against his chest to wake him up again.

You walk slowly away from his sleeping frame, pushing the plastic windowpane until it flies open into the soft gold rays of the morning light, a grateful smile bursting onto your face as your eyes squeeze shut against the gentle spring breeze that caresses your sleepy face like the warm tide of a deep azure ocean, the sounds of tweeting robins jumping from branch to branch like a couple of childish lovers filling your heart with peace. A peace you hadn’t felt in the longest time, and feared you never would again. Tumbling back over, you sit on the corner of his bed, your hip smacking into the side of his television as you thank everything you could think of for letting it now only be the start of the weekend, and for allowing Jonas to get the rest he deserves. You place your hands on his hips, sighing gently into the silent morning as Jonas’ arm still rests dead across the bottom edge of the pillow, his fingers reaching and clasping in his sleep over onto your side, searching for you against the cold cotton as his mouth billows the soft gold curls of his cherub hair up into the air like a simple pendulum swinging back and forth.

He looks so young, so peaceful in his sleep, you think, as you lean down to rub your hands down the bare naked skin of his shoulders, chuckling lightly to yourself as your soft massages that dig into to the tensed muscles earn you a low, sleepy groan. You smirk, leaning down to press your chest firm against his back as he tenses slightly, his eyes beginning to flicker behind his eyelids as you trace a path from his thin dimples down to the plush fullness of his cherry lips. He wakes up with a loud grunt as you jump onto his side of, collapsing onto his bed, facing him. He flops hid head down further onto your side of the pillow with a sick thud, his forehead coming to rest gingerly but tenderly against your own as he breathes out deeply, your familiar smell comforting as his arm finds its way around your waist again.

‘Good morning’, you whisper, your finger coming up to lean against his chin, tracing over the dip of his lip, counting each freckle that lines his face like stars as his eyes blink open again, burning as they gaze into yours desperately. Slowly, he manages to shuffle his naked thighs further along until you’re completely chest to chest, your hand running down to massage over his wide shoulder as his laugh fans over your lips warmly, your hand whirling down to itch against his back.

‘I suppose we could snuggle here a little while longer’, he whispers happily, running his fingertips through the long strands of your hair, letting it flow through his hand.

A contented, lazy groan escapes his mouth as you laugh in reply, warming the tingling skin of your collarbone as he mumbles ‘it doesn’t matter, you’re not going anywhere anyway’. Before you have time to question his meaning, one leg wraps over your waist like a big cuddly koala bear, soft whines protruding from his plump lips as one slender arm finds its way to cup your side, snuggling into you as he lowers his head against your thumping chest. His hair fans out around your neck like starlight, bright and beautiful and extra floofy as he peers up at you like a puppy dog, his eyes bright and hopeful as he revels in your warmth.

He leans up to pepper fast and warm kisses against your face, wherever he can reach, punctuating each with a soft ‘we are a perfect match y/n, I love you so much’, before finally finishing with your mouth, leaning into the kiss with a great big smile lining his face.

The storm that began brewing on the wide auburn horizon promised nothing but a turn in the tide, a wind strong enough to whistle through the dancing trees, and noon darkness that would fill the damp-smelling air with threatening pelts of little rain drops that lash against the unsuspecting passerby. Jonas cast his eyes to the darkening, charcoal clouds as you begin to drift contently back off to sleep, his attention held by shimmering golden streaks that crack the cloud layer, allowing the sun to stream through like falling glitter before landing on the greenery below. As the rain began to drop, white noise hurtling and banging against the roof and windowpanes, he nestles his head further against you, feeling at home in your arms.

[7deadlycinderellas]

The Maiden of the Sea, 5/5

Ao3 link

The day before they reach Rain House, a storm breaks out.

It’s fitting really. They have to break out the oil cloth to keep the water from dripping into everyone’s tents, and by the time they reach the gates, everyone’s nearly soaked.

They are greeted well though.

Gendry’s assessment of the Wylde’s as “loud and fun” is not inaccurate. Arya doesn’t think she’s ever met a more boisterous bunch.

There must be two dozen of them, Lord Casper Wylde, his wife and children and an odd assortment of cousins and other relatives. They greet them enthusiastically, and announce that they’ve arrived just in time for the wedding.

Turns out, one Wylde cousin is marrying a knight she met a few years back, and it’s in two days, and Gendry and Arya don’t have an excuse to back out.

Well at least they don’t have to plan anything.

The morning of, Arya tells Ely to take most of the day off.

“We’ll run roughshod on the girls today. You can be off until the ceremony is over and the drinks start flowing. Just make sure they get in bed safely after that.”

Ely grins at her. She’d been making eyes at one of the cook’s boys.

Arya manages to get Lyra and Lysa into their dresses when one of the younger Wylde girls shows up and whisks her away.

“You have to have a proper gown, it’s a wedding! Come on, we’ll get you fixed up.”

It doesn’t take long, Gendry’s buttoning up the front of his jerkin when she manages to fight her way back in wearing a floofy blue gown.

“Help,” she tells Gendry, turning her back to him, “loosen my stays, I can’t breathe.”

He grabs the laces obediently and unties them, letting them loosen until Arya takes a deep breath before tying them back.

“I thought you tied this in the front?”

“It’s not mine,” Arya admits, “she whipped it out of nowhere. This damn thing has whale bones in the sides.”

With the stays loosened, Arya can barely get the gown laced back on. Whatever, it’s not her wedding.

Gendry somehow has managed to end up wearing a cape of all things. Arya can’t understand it any more than he can.

The girls are both suitably cute in their patchwork dresses, and they manage to both sit still enough while Arya brushes their hair. She ties it back in thick braids that she loops back and pins to their heads. It’ll keep it from their way.

They even manage to sit still during the entire ceremony for a couple that they don’t know.

And then once the feast begins, they let loose and race about.

Thankfully the rest of the Wylde’s guest’s children seem to be following the same path.

When the sun sets and the kegs of proper wine come out, Arya nods to Ely who seizes a twin in each hand and hauls them off back to their room.

And Arya and Gendry are now free to get well and properly sloshed. Well, well and properly tipsy at least.

It’s halfway through her fourth cup of wine that she crawls on to Gendry’s lap. The stars are high in the sky and much of the dance floor has begun to clear for the night. The gown Arya wears is a touch lower cut than anything she usually wears, and it’s clearly caught his eye.

“So which do you prefer,” Arya asks, flushed with drink, “My arse or my tits?”

“Arya s’not nice to ask hard questions like that.”

His answer makes her giggle, and it goes on for a little too long. Gendry’s only on his third cup of ale and is only a tiny bit red.

“Ok,” Gendry says, beginning to stand, “I think we’ve had enough and better get on with it before we embarrass ourselves and our house.”

Arya feels like she might object, but when Gendry stands, he picks her up in his arms like she weighs nothing. She loves being reminded of how strong he is, though she would loath to admit to loving being carried.

“Aren’t you glad we skipped all this fuss when we got married?” Arya asks when they cross back into the guest chamber. “All these people, all this fuss.”

She flops back on the bed, still chuckling. Gendry unties the stupid cape and flops beside her on the bed and reaches for her shoulders to pull her into a kiss.

“So long as it ends the same way, I’m good.”

Arya sits up enough to offer him the back of her dress to unlace, and she wiggles out of it, along with her smallclothes and the boned stays.

“Seven hells, it’s like they want us to go find some handsome stranger to take that off for us.”

She makes quick work of Gendry’s doublet and undershirt, and turns her attention to his breeches.

“Aww,” she says after pushing them and his smallclothes down his thighs, and finding his cock barely half hard, “I forgot he never wants to wake up when you’ve been drinking.”

“Quit talkin’ to it like it’s not part of me,” Gendry responds grumpily.

Arya shrugs,

“I can fix that,” she says, setting off to work with her mouth. Truthfully, she enjoys this, sucking him hard instead of sucking him off, and she doesn’t get to do it much.

She’s appreciating the fact that while he’s still a bit soft she can fit his whole cock in her mouth at once, when she feels Gendry tap her thigh.

“Gimme your leg, and roll on your side.”

Arya realizes what he’s going to do about five seconds before she topples on her left side and his tongue plunges between her folds and she groans. They’d both walked in on Daron and Tim in a similar arrangement. They had been supposed to be hanging the new display netting around the back of the armoury, and Tim had apparently done a bit of acrobatics in a show he’d worked as a child.

Arya had been suitably impressed, but not to the point that she forgot to yell at them. To this day, they still call her Captain.

She had been intrigued then too, but it seemed too silly a thing to ask to try when you were sober. Though she imagines it’s much easier laying on your sides than with one person upside down, feet hooked in nets.

Though, she muses when Gendry lazily circles her nub with his tongue, making her moan around his cock, it could be hazardous and it was probably better she wasn’t any more drunk than this, or her teeth might slip out.

It’s a few minutes later and she’s leisurely licking at the bottom of his shalf when she hears Gendry mutter,

“Am I at full mast yet?”

Arya pulls her lips off,

“Looks like.”

He swats her on the hip.

“Then quit it, I want to fuck you, not spill down your throat.”

Well she can’t really refuse when he puts it like that. She understands too, as much as she loves his fingers and mouth, sometimes she just wants to be full up with him, to not be able to tell where one of them ends and the next begins. She eases up and starts to try and stand up, but Gendry rolls on his back and tugs her leg so she’s kneeling astride his ears.

They’ve done this before, and Arya’s always scared she’s going to slip and hurt him. Gendry had laughed, and stroked at her quivering thighs, and said,

“Smothered to death by my wife’s cunt. What a truly awful way to go.”

Like that would be a comfort to her or the twins.

But she hadn’t slipped yet, his strong hands always keep hold. Right now he’s got one bracing her hip and the other holding one of her own to steady her thigh.

The angle’s different, when he slowly slides his tongue through her slippery cunt, lips swollen with desire. He licks, kisses, swirls, nibbles softly at bits, and sometimes just presses his whole face against her, just to breathe her in. It’s not long before Arya’s sure her face is red as a beet, with drink and pleasure.

The hand on her hip disappears, Arya only dimly being made aware before Gendry slides three fingers into her, just enough to push her over to a shuddering, shaking orgasm. She’s breathing heavy when he removes his fingers and she moves her knee off from around his head.

She tries to turn over too fast and stumbles onto her back with a laugh. Gendry rolls over to join her. He kisses her, his mouth still shiny, and she laughs more.

Then she shoves his shoulder and as he stands at the end of the bed, she spreads her legs and displays herself for him.

“I believe you made a promise,”

He wipes his mouth with one hand, and touches her nose with his own. He runs it down her chin, her neck, to her chest. He pauses to pinch each nipple, and to suck each one into his mouth. Even long since she’d quit breastfeeding the twins, they seem a bit fuller than they used to be, and Gendry is definitely appreciative.

Her stomach has a bit of a paunch to it now, even years after giving birth. The scars are present, along with the fainter ones from her stretch marks. Arya has never once felt self-conscious under his gaze though. His blue eyes are nearly black as he takes her in.

He then uses his hands to pull her hips to the edge of the bed, takes one of her feet and pulls the leg onto his shoulder, and slams into her in one deep stroke.

Arya groans deeply. He’s too far away to touch easily, so she touches herself, rolling her nipples and playing with her nub as he pounds into her.

Steady. Smooth. Deep. Hard.

Arya moans and grunts and cries out. She’s not usually loud in bed (vocal yes, loud no), but the drink and the pleasure he’s drawing from her is pulling the sounds out of her. He drops her leg, and pushes on top of her, one hand sliding under the curve of her arse to tilt her hips against him.

She’s close, so close, when he leans to whisper in her ear.

“Let go, come for me, I want to feel you quiver around my cock.”

All it takes is one soft circle around her nub for her to do as he says. She’s not even done when Gendry groans ferally, and spends inside her, collapsing atop her body.

Once his breathing evens out, he gathers her in his arms and she nuzzles his ear.

They’re cleaned up and under the covers a bit later when Gendry asks,

“So, since everyone in this entire keep and all the other ones too keep on asking me, are we actually trying for another babe?”

Arya wiggles a bit, trying to get comfortable. The wine has mostly left her head, and she doesn’t think she drank enough to feel it too badly in the mornng. Stupid Gendry is apparently nearly sober again, reminding her once again of how much bigger than her he is.

“I don’t know really,” she admits, “I still have the stuff for moon tea in my things, and I’m still going to drink it. But I’m not going to yell at you for coming inside me, and I won’t be upset if I do get pregnant again. I guess I’m leaving things up to the gods. I haven’t done that before…”

Gendry rolls onto her back and wraps an arm around her.

“If the next one is anything like it’s sisters we’re in for it.”

Arya chuckles.

“They turn five in a few days.”

“We’re still not telling them?”

Arya nods.

“I sent a letter ahead to Storm’s End, to ask Merope to make their favorite honey cake once we reach Tarth. We’ll tell them once we leave and are sailing home.”

Home, Arya rolls the word around in her mouth. It’s a funny word.

The storm eases up enough for them to leave within the week. Lyra and Lysa both don’t want to, the younger Wylde’s living up to their names when it came to occupying the bodies and minds of young children as much they did with throwing a party.

“They was tellin’ us bout one of the Wylde’s who tried to escape during the siege of Storm’s End,” Lyra says when they’re packing up the horses. Gendry winces. He knows how that story ended. Storm’s End still bears the scars, on both the structure and the people, of Stannis’s assault.

And, as a bonus, the storm starts up again as they prepare to board the boat to go north to Tarth, giving them the perfect excuse to skip out on visiting Griffin’s Roost and sending a raven instead.

“Why did you want to avoid them so badly?” Arya asks when the party embarks.

“Jon Connington was stripped of his lands and his lordly title for not joining Robert’s Rebellion. Whether or not that was fair, I can’t really say, but the last time I visited, Ronnet, the current heir, did nothing but constantly hint that the title should be returned. It was the most irritating thing in the whole trip.”

Gendry lowers his voice,

“And I heard from someone that he was once betrothed to Brienne, which he broke off immediately upon seeing her. That did nothing to make me think favorably of him.”

This is true, Arya thinks, as they sail off for Tarth. The boat they charter for the journey is quite large, enough to make room for all their men and the horses too. It’s not the size of the Nymeria though, Arya thinks. The voyage doesn’t quite take a full day, and once they get away from the coast, the rain lets up a bit.

Arya stands up on deck, looking over at the water, her cloak pulled over her face. Gendry and Lysa are safely below deck, seeing to the horses, and Arya had noticed Lysa looking a bit green.

She barely has time to reminisce before Lyra walks quietly up next to her.

“Finding your sea legs?”

Lyra looks confusedly down at her legs, so Arya grabs her hand.

“It’s a figure of speech. It means getting used to the boat rocking and shifting under you.”

“S’not bad,” Lyra says, though she pulls herself up to sit on a barrel. “Did you really captain a boat like this all the way around the world?”

Arya smiles with nostalgia.

“Not all the way, but I sailed for three years, made it all the way to Essos. Daron and Tim were with me, haven’t they told you lots of stories?”

Lyra nods. Daron and Tim are great for stories, and also for getting into not-entirely-child-safe mischief.

“They said they sailed with you, and then you came home and married Father. Could I do that? Sail round the whole world?”

Arya smiles,

“There’s a whole world out there, who knows where it might take you?”

Lyra looks at her feet.

“Lysa says I gotta stay home and be Lady of Storm’s End though.”

Oh, that’s what this is about. Arya still questions if she should have even told Lysa about that. She knows that sometimes Lysa resents getting yelled at so much more than her sister, and she’ll have to be careful that she knows that her and Gendry don’t think any differently of her because of it. She throws an arm around Lyra.

“You don’t know that. We could decide Lysa is better at it. You could get enchanted away by the first boy who winks at you, Lysa could end up a brilliant strategist. It’s supposed to be whoever’s older, but I don’t actually know that. This isn’t the kind of thing we decide when you’re five.”

Lyra’s eyes go wide and Arya bites her tongue.

“When did we turn five?” the little girl demands.

Arya grabs her by the cloak before she can race off.

“You’ll turn five when we get back to Storm’s End where all your friends are. Merope’s making honey cake,” she adds, as a bribe to keep quiet. Lyra pouts, but doesn’t say a word.

Tarth is beautiful, Arya thinks when it comes into view on the horizon. Even in the fog, the deep blue waters and vivid green hills are a vision.

Selwyn Tarth is younger than Arya expected, and she doesn’t recognize the woman at his side. With a pang, she recalls Brienne remembering that her father had a different woman seemingly every year, but supposes, out on this island, he must be quite lonely.

He greets them warmly though, with a hug for both girls.

“Thank you for Thistle,” Lysa tells him, as Gendry instructed her to do on the boat. “She didn’t think much of the ride though.”

Tarth is comfortable, and they linger, taking their time before leaving. The last night before they do, Gendry and Arya sit down with Selwyn, to make sure there’s nothing else he wants them to bring up in a few moons when they have to leave for the small council meeting.

“No,” he responds, head in his hands, “Aside from maybe requesting that our grace allows me daughter more time to come and visit.”

He sighs deeply before continuing,

“I know the chances of me having another heir at my age are slim. And with Brienne in the Kingsguard, I’m not likely to get any grandchildren either. I suppose I should just accept that my house name will die out with me.”

Gendry bites back his words. While he knows there are far worse things, this is such a concern to so many, especially with so many recent deaths.

“You could name someone,” Arya interjects, “Nobles have had to do that before. The issue of names might be difficult, but at least you’ll know your home will be taken care of.”

That makes him brighten a bit, if not all the way.

But soon, the week is over and they reboard the boat to sail for Storm’s End. Selwyn bids them to remind Brienne not to forget about him,

Lyra and Lysa return home to a huge honey cake, and everyone in Storm’s End celebrating. They’ve been five for a moon and a half, and hardly get another one and a half before they all have to leave for King’s Landing.

That’s a moon and a half they all get to spend in their own beds. Arya treasures Gendry’s arms every wet, stormy morning.

“Why are we going again,” Gendry asks as they’re packing up. Lyra and Lysa are already on Thistle.

Arya sighs and rolls her eyes. He knows very well.

“Because Bran doesn’t really need a traditional small council, so he decided to just call representatives from the paramount houses in all the kingdoms. And that means us.”

She mounts her horse, and thinks about the letters Bran has sent her in the past years, and wonders if anyone else knows anything at all. She wonders if Jon knows that they’re brother is himself again, wonders how Sansa reacted to learning of his off-the-books marriage. She wonders how Bran himself thinks of being king.

When they see the city over the horizon, Arya feels a twinge. The city is full of so many horrible memories. She wonders if the burned buildings are still there. Her nose twitches at the stench.

Lyra gags and covers her nose.

“It’s always smelled like that,” Gendry tells her, “Why do you think I left?”

She’s still holding her nose when they ride past where you can see the harbour.

“Wow! It’s so much bigger than Shipbreaker’s Bay.”

As they enter the gate, Lysa quietly asks.

“Is the King really our uncle?”

Arya nods,

“My sec-my youngest brother. He’s not really traditionally a king though, he was chosen. That’s why the rest of us are coming, so we can help him choose other things.”

She bites her lip before the next line.

“He’s not...he was sick for a long time. So sometimes he might say things that scare you. Don’t be afraid to tell him that, or us.”

She doesn’t tell them how much Bran hopes that the rest of the council will grow so weary of his flat and unemotional facade that they will learn to deal with each other instead of him. That one day Westeros will not need a king, and the throne can die with him.

Going through the streets, full of half-rebuilt buildings, Arya watches Gendry go stiff.

“Hey,” she reaches out to lay a hand on his shoulder in comfort. “How are you doing up there?”

He takes a deep breath.

“S’okay. This isn’t home. We don’t have to stay.”

He sounds like he’s still having to convince himself.

They reach the Red Keep, and all Arya can think of is the porpoise dream. When Bran comes out to greet them, in that strange wooden chair, her face lights up. It lights up even more when she realizes there is light behind his eyes.

His eyes too, light up, when he sees Lyra and Lysa, and he even lets them ride with him in his chair when he shows them to the guest chambers.

Sam and Gilly are here, and little Sam and his sister Nella. The twins are already trailing after them. Brienne ie here too and Sansa is here ahead of them too. People are arriving every day, Sansa says. Arya’s heart feels full. This is as many of her old friends have been in one place in far too long.

During introductions, Sansa introduces her to an unassuming looking woman with dark curly hair.

“Oh!” Arya exclaims, “Meera, it’s so strange to finally have a face to put to the name.”

Bran had commented that she reminded him much of her. Arya’s still not sure if that was meant as a compliment, but she hopes. Part of her feels like she already knows her just from Bran’s letters.

Sansa squeezes her arm.

“It’s nice to know that Bran felt the urge to tell ONE of his sisters…” with a measured amount of venom in her voice.

Meera smiles a bit shyly.

“Since the snow’s gone for a bit, I was going to take Sam and Nella down to the river for a swim. Do you all want to come? You must be tired from the ride.”

Arya nods. She touches Gendry on the arm.

“Want to get out of this castle?”

“Yes please.”

“Don’t worry about the sewer,” Sansa whispers, “Lord Tyrion’s working on completely rerouting the drains and cisterns in the city, it drains closer to the bay now. Says he hopes to do something about the ungodly stench this city has, and make it healthier for everyone.”

Gendry looks like he wants to hug Tyrion just for that.

“I straight up can’t imagine King’s Landing without the smell,” he comments when they’re leaving to go to the river, “It’s strange enough seeing the buildings that aren’t all crammed together and the neat, wide roads.”

Lyra and Lysa are peppering Meera with questions, as she is the new adult in the room. Sam and Nella butt in to answer now and then. That’s how they learn about how long it’s been since it’s snowed, about the school Sam and Gilly are working on forming, about the new Lady of the Reach (a Fossoway cousin Bran had found after Bronn had predictably gone off to parts unknown very soon after the last council meeting. Arya knew Bran had to have seen that coming).

Gendry groans when he strips off his boots and socks to sink his feet in the river and the others shed their outer clothing and dip into the water. Arya notices him eyeing Meera.

When she gives him a curious look, he whispers,

“She’s holding herself funny. She walks like you do, but something’s off.”

Arya wrinkles her brow. Gendry’s not got a bad eye for body language, he’s too big to have avoided getting in fights too much of his life.

They’ve been out here a little while when Meera finally admits.

“How long are you going to stay?”

Arya’s taken aback,

“A moon or two, as long as the meeting takes.”

Meera bites her lip.

“Bran’s going to ask if I can leave with you for Storm’s End when you go.”

Arya’s taken aback.

“It’s not a- but why?”

Meera leans back slightly and lays both her hands on her stomach.

Arya’s astonished, but Gendry nods, “That makes sense.” Arya splashes him.

“It’s just a...a wrench in plans.”

Arya feels anger raise in her throat. Plans, that’s what it always was.

“What’s Storm’s End like?” Meera asks loudly enough to interrupt the thought, and loudly enough that Lysa and Lyra can jump in.

They tell her about the boats, and the ocean, and the huge cliff that the keep sits on. Arya finds herself drifting, back to Weeping Town and Jas. To the little cave below the cellars.

Gendry’s clearly caught her in thought, because he tugs her under her arms so that she’s sitting in his lap.

Her mind goes to Ely and Merope and Daron and Tim. She gazes over her shoulder at Gendry, over to her daughters in the water. She thinks on the storms and flooding rains that have come and gone and still Storm’s End stood. It was still a rock.

Home, she thought, it was home.

[dandart]

I like quizzes...

1. What is you middle name?

Walter. Not kidding.

2. How old are you?

28

3. When is your birthday?

4th June

4. What is your zodiac sign?

Classical: Gemini

Revised: Taurus

5. What is your favorite color?

Deep purple. Also orange sometimes.

6. What’s your lucky number?

4, 16, 64... powers of 4.

7. Do you have any pets?

1 black cat, 2 lutino cockatiels, a venus fly trap and a "puppy" (shytsumiki is my Chise)

8. Where are you from?

Devon, south west England.

9. How tall are you?

175cm (about 5'9" in ye olde measurements)

10. What shoe size are you?

Like 7... ._. That's tiny. It makes it painful to walk. (EU 41, US 9)

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

One that I actually use. But then I occasionally share with my darling Angel shytsumiki, but I also have more impractical ones stashed.

12. What was your last dream about?

Ah fuck now I don't remember... it was interesting though.

13. What talents do you have?

Coding, origami, musical instruments, tech in general and uhmm not a lot else?

14. Are you psychic in any way?

No one's psychic. That's never been proven. I can barely read emotions when I look at faces. I am remarkably imperceptive.

15. Favorite song?

Starset's My Demons, Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb or Focus' Anonymus 2.

16. Favorite movie?

Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home. But I do also enjoy me some others. Ask for my imdb if you're interested.

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

My babygirl shytsumiki was my childhood crush. No one I have ever met has come close to being so magically attractive to me.

18. Do you want children?

No, I have my babygirl shytsumiki and our pets are our babies.

19. Do you want a church wedding?

Noooooooooooo. One in the dead of night in the woods would be just lovely.

20. Are you religious?

In as much as I occasionally personify the world or the universe, but not seriously.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

Yeah. I even stayed overnight but only to stay with my little Angel shytsumiki.

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

Umm... once as a kid I didn't know how to do anything nor what I was doing, and punched a teacher after she stopped me stealing and eating broken biscuits and had to talk to a policeman. But other than that, not since I was like 7. Gosh I was a horror.

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

Yeah, I met the Linux Outlaws and co, I've met the Gadget Show crew, I went to see Biffy Clyro live... of all bands... I've spoken to a few coding legends too... erm... tweeted with Carmack, and Akira, that vfx guy for Star Trek...

24. Baths or showers?

Baths are soothing but I usually shower because I haven't always got the patience.

25. What color socks are you wearing?

Nihilism.

26. Have you ever been famous?

I should hope so. I was known as The Cloud Man by LO, got published in Linux Format, once had a thousand twitter followers and had feedback from strangers on my code. I am also in the OEIS, thrice.

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

Not in the classical papparazi pop star sense, but to be a household name who doesn't have to hide his face in public sounds okay. A legacy would be nice, after all.

28. What type of music do you like?

Uber metal and prog rock, usually. Soundtracks too.

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

Noooooooo eww.

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

Two, but I often share two with shytsumiki and iunno if she counts <3

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

Sideways unless my neck hurts (physiological problem) in which case back or front.

32. How big is your house?

Three bedrooms but still pokey. We have too much stuff.

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

A nothing sandwich with bread made out of thin air with a side of invisible chips.

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

Only a bb and a fairground one.

35. Have you ever tried archery?

Yeah once and I loved it and want to take it up again.

36. Favorite clean word?

Either discombobulate, defenestrate, pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis or jam.

37. Favorite swear word?

Fucknugget? Anything which is half swear and half clean is a winner in my book. Shitsticks.

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

Around 40 hours I should think.

39. Do you have any scars?

Myes. That's a story which perhaps requires a tw...

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

How would I know? If it's secret I wouldn't know. My little darling is my exsecret admirer though apparently.

41. Are you a good liar?

Nope. I am forgetful so I wouldn't even be aligned in the answers I was giving. Plus I just don't like it. It makes me too guilty.

42. Are you a good judge of character?

I hope so but haven't had many chances to find that out just yet.

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

Sure. It's-a pizza, italiano! But seriously I am okay at some but terrible at others.

44. Do you have a strong accent?

I wouldn't say so but no one would. I would just say "generic Southern English"

45. What is your favorite accent?

Some Southern hemisphere or east Asian I like a lot, also a few European.

46. What is your personality type?

INTP afaik

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

I don't actually know, I don't go for expensive, nor care for my clothes especially.

48. Can you curl your tongue?

Yes.

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

Innie.

50. Left or right handed?

Right.

51. Are you scared of spiders?

Nope.

52. Favorite food?

Sushi.

53. Favorite foreign food?

...sushi. Alright, different answer? Takoyaki?

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

Extremely messy.

55. Most used phrased?

It changes every so often. Dunno right now.

56. Most used word?

Also changes. Still don't know.

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

For climbing? Jk like a minute?

58. Do you have much of an ego?

Used to, now I don't.

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

Both.

60. Do you talk to yourself?

All the time. I know, right?

61. Do you sing to yourself?

Yup.

62. Are you a good singer?

Only if I try which is rare and even then rarely.

63. Biggest Fear?

Losing my Angel. Or dying.

64. Are you a gossip?

Nope. Not at all.

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

I don't actually know.

66. Do you like long or short hair?

Having? Long. Seeing? Don't mind as long as it's not a buzzcut. So from vaguely short and floofy to massively long.

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

No I can't, and it would be weird to expect that of me.

68. Favorite school subject?

Maths and physics and IT.

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

Intro now, ex extro

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

No but it sounds llike good fun.

71. What makes you nervous?

Jealousy and making the wrong moves.

72. Are you scared of the dark?

Nope. Used to be a bit when alone.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

Sometimes, less than I used to, when it would be useful.

74. Are you ticklish?

A bit. Less than I used to be since being bigger.

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

Nope

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

Not official governmently but I have owned projects, and in other places.

77. Have you ever drank underage?

Probably.

78. Have you ever done drugs?

Hasn't everyone done soft ones?

79. Who was your first real crush?

My Angel Baby shytsumiki

80. How many piercings do you have?

None.

81. Can you roll your Rs?“

Yes.

82. How fast can you type?

Reasonably fast I should think.

83. How fast can you run?

Reasonably slow.

84. What color is your hair?

Brown to me, dark blonde to my mum and ginger in an underground coding quiz apparently.

85. What color is your eyes?

Are? Blue.

86. What are you allergic to?

Probably prawns.

87. Do you keep a journal?

No, wish I could remember to.

88. What do your parents do?

My mum's a mosaic artist and my dad's a retired satcom engineer.

89. Do you like your age?

Ummm, it's alright??

90. What makes you angry?

Die hard cruelty and things that make people or animals suffer. Including wars, all of which are inexcusable. Come on people, the best for the most, keep up! I am the judge.

91. Do you like your own name?

It's alright. Better than some, not as cool as others.

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

Bob Jim Ted because they are hilarious names. Not that I'm using them for anything but fiction.

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

No. I already have my babygirl shytsumiki.

94. What are you strengths?

Code. Logic. Maths and science. Compassion perhaps.

95. What are your weaknesses?

Memory, communication and showing emotion.

96. How did you get your name?

My folks picked it from a comic. "Dan Dare: Pilot of the Future". Middle name from a great uncle.

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

Everyone's were. I haven't traced exactly how but have traced up to 500 years in some places.

98. Do you have any scars?

Yes, you asked that before.

99. Color of your bedspread?

Colour. Currently red and black.

100. Color of your room?

Colour! Well white as are all of them atm.

These are fun. Thank you.

[thewiseworm]

Star Wars AU That We All Deserve

Logan Mekalanos

- Human, through and through

- J E D I MASTER Like his father before him

- Grew up in the Order and is considered one of their best. Doesn’t have many friends though he knows and gets along with most of the Jedi in the Order

-His Master was (is) Dottie Hynse, who took him on at the age of ten and trained him into Knighthood until the age of 24. They have a close, if snappish relationship with each other, and Dottie still swings by to check in on him

-He is well aware of her breaking the Code with the pilot Larry, but hasn’t said anything to anyone other than his Master. Everyone has....needs after all. Dottie bopped him over the head the first time he suggested that

- Had his eyes torn out by a Sith Apprentice, got bionic eyes to replace them. He woke up to Dottie’s voice and his Master’s hand on his after the incident

- The largest fight they had was about him going back out on the battlefield after that. It took place before he had his eyes replaced, and he eventually broke down at the thought of not being able to travel the stars. Cue Dottie hugging him

- Has one (two) attachments: The stars (and his Master)

- T R A N S, a wonderful, handsome transman in the middle of transitioning, he wears flowing robes to help pass. Dottie is the most supportive Master

- Demiromantic Demisexual

- Is sent to save and retrieve Senator Alcyone after he goes missing

- Roman both gets on his nerves and earns his respect in the exact same moment. Not many without the Force would stand up against the Sith the way the Senator has

- Virgil fascinates him, having never seen a species like his. The smuggler is the least of his concern in the trio however and provides a welcome relief of sanity compared to the other two

- Patton, the “Sith” Lord, took him by surprise, leading to their first encounter being a loss for the Jedi. The lack of yellow eyes both concerns and gives him hope, seeing as that much Darkness would mean Logan would be duty bound to slay him

Patton Goode

- Human

- “Sith” Lord, actually a Grey Jedi

- Trained under Remy until he was pressed into service for the Separatists and the Sith. Gained his red saber during that time, eventually went on the run with Virgil, deserting the army and becoming a smuggler instead

- While training with Remy, got to know many people around the local systems. He loved the diversity and friendliness that people showed even in the midst of the war

- caught Dooku’s attention, and as such, trained under the man for a period of time. He hated pretty much every minute of it, which only fueled his being pushed towards the Dark

- Was ordered to terrorize several planets and people that reminded him of the people he had grown up with. Which lead to him hating anyone in a position of power, hating the innocents that get caught up in their power struggles

- Concerns Virgil with the way he talks. Does not hesitate to kill criminals and people he believe deserve it, believing that their deaths are the best way to stop their atrocities. Mentioned his own death in the same vein off-hand once, but Virgil’s never forgotten

- Genderfluid, though he leans mostly towards masculine. Bisexual, with a preference towards males

- Born deaf. He can lip read with the best of them, and Virgil helps him cope when people aren’t facing him. Often wants to strangle Roman for the way that he turns away in the middle of a sentence

- Follows his heart, regardless of the Light or Dark sides creeds and principles. He’ll listen to the Force and his friends. He lives with the Passion of the Sith but the Morality of the Jedi. Logan hates it

- Pining after Virgil basically since they’ve met, help him. Virgil is just so strong and brave and handsome and steady and kind and-! The moment Virgil laughed for the first time he was gone r i p

- Logan is an amusement and a hero all rolled into one. Patton respects him following his morals, and appreciates that Logan doesn’t mind stopping to help out the little guys

-Roman pisses him off. Patton Fights The Man, and Roman is The Man. Roman doesn't see his privilege and the people who love him and the power that he wields and it makes Patton want to wring his neck. (A little hypocritically)

Virgil Quill

- Part Alien, passes as human if he dresses carefully, though his skin is a light purple that looks pale in the right lighting

-Other alien features include: The tiny spores on his hair and crotch that he hides with floofy hair and carefully tucking them in his pants, raised scale like skin with spikes that start around his waist and dot his legs down to his heels, raised dark stripes that start at his waist and wind upwards to around his shoulder that release low electricity with high emotinos

-Basically? Mom was a plant alien while Dad was a Human. Got his last name from his Dad

- Naps in the sun whenever he gets the chance. Does he photosynthesize? .....yes, to a degree though he still needs to eat.

-Prefers to just let people think he’s human, easier anyway

-has hundreds of siblings. Alpha Mother aka Mom had tons of children, all of them with varying degrees of her species. The more plant like the most likely they are to stay home. Those that do leave tend to do great things that cast a shadow over Virgil

- Stole a ship from under his sisters’ noses from Alpha Mother to do great things of his own, but got caught up in smuggling from inexperience. Panicked on his first run and shot the rest of the crew to release the slaves on board and flew away without another word

- Realized he could keep doing that and help protect some of the people who need it most

- got caught during a normal smuggling run during his second year on the circuit, and meet Patton there. Saved Patton’s life and ended up stuck with a sort of Sith since then

- Ended up with a large electrical scar that spans his left side from their punishment before he escaped with Patton. It still causes him muscle pain and spasms, as well as the occasional headache

- Aporagender, who strongly identifies as male. Pansexual, he don’t care, humanity’s strangely concerned with the binary anyways and fuck that

- Anxious Bean

- Pining for Patton, also since they’ve met, hELP HIM. Patton’s been through so much and is still so kind and has saved his life so many times before and have you seen the light hitting his hair??

- Logan scares him, just a little bit. Law enforcement + a freaky obsession with his species, no thanks. He is a nice break from the other two and their arguing however

- Roman is a never ending source of entertainment and concern. Princey is clueless about so much despite being a Senator, yet still rushes recklessly into everything. Virgil’s debated locking him in the cabin to make him stop

Roman Darrold Alcyone

- ALIEN PRINCE!! Second in line for the throne so he became Senator for his planet instead

- Covered in red markings, two slashes on his face, and spiraling marks all along the rest of his body. He’s as red as he is white. Has blue colored Vitiligo that don’t cover his markings. Colorful Boy

-He glow. His marking glow in correspondence to his feelings and how high they are. Being Roman, that means he emits an almost constant light

- His skin can stand up to ridiculous temperatures, being able to stick his bare hands in lava without getting burned. Most acids won’t bother him either, leading to his people becoming master metalworkers and their planet a difficulty to visit without proper preperation.

-In turn, because of his high internal temp, gets cold, really, really easily. He’s susceptible to the cold

-His older brother being Emilie Picani Alcyone. Emilie adores his brother and Roman adores him right back. He learned how to ride a horse, wield a sword, fire a blaster, and so much more from Emilie

- Became a Senator partly to help sue for the peace and help that Emilie insisted their people needed. His brother was needed on planet so Roman would be the one to go shout at the rest of the galaxy for him

- Could never compare to his older brother, who was always faster, smarter, kinder, stronger. No one ever truly said anything about it to his face, but Roman knew it anyways. Life might have been easier if he could hate Emilie, but he never could

- Knows that he’s expendable compared to Emilie, but has only voiced that thought out loud once. It made Emilie cry and clutch at him tightly apologizing. Roman still hasn’t figured out for what

- Polygender and Polysexual

- Autistic and has ADHD r i p his focus. He struggles to read other people’s emotions the most, and often runs them over with his own interests and need to be stimulated. Has wandered off from the group more than once when something’s caught his attnetion

- Smuggles himself onto Moxiety’s ship to escape the Sith occupation of his planet with vital information concerning the war

- Can occasionally be found in the back of the ship, tracing the stars in the direction of his home. Always when he’s alone though, because he feels like he can’t let the others know how scared and confused he is

- Logan confuses the hell out of him. He can’t even get the most basic read on his emotions or thoughts so he butts head with the Jedi without meaning to. Would adore having his approval and respect though

- Virgil seems strangely attracted to him?? He keeps leaning into Roman’s side?? Which Roman appreciates when he’s feeling so alone but at the same time?? Why?? (Heat + Light = Sun, and Virgil’s plant brain like)

- PATTON PISSES HIM OFF. He doesn’t grasp responsibility or the greater good at all, and doesn’t respect him and how dare he judge him without knowing him!! Roman’s doing what he thinks is right!!

[merryfortune]

Day 3: Children

Headcanon post for Dinopants Week hosted by @poorly-drawn-dinopants​

Minor/possible spoilers for my story Steel (Poke)Ball Is Run

Anyways,,,, meet Jordana Brando

Face claim: Giorno (kinda)

Pronouns: he/she/they but I’ll use they for this post

Age: 11

Actual Appearance: Short to average height, curly strawberry blonde hair (used to be darker but Brando genes are weirdly strong but also, from sun bleaching), androgynous, feminine fashion but masculine body, brown eyes like their mother awww

Preferred Outfit: big floofy baby pink dresses and white petticoats with riding boots and “bows” (home made from twine and leaves) in their hair

Parent they take after more: Diego but has HP’s resting bitch face

Personality/likes/dislikes: Daddy’s girl, Neutral to Chaotic Evil, loves to get dirty and go exploring, bit of a sadist - known to dissect small animals, can and will eat anything but loves gourmet meat the best, dislikes being in small spaces

Stand: I don’t have a concrete idea for Jordana’s Stand but here are some Thoughts

Similar to how Love Deluxe got a redux, I think Gold Experience would be the base (especially since Giorno, likely survived the ending of Stone Ocean even though this OC is kind of like Giorno 2.0 as a nod to the initial Brando incarnations)

I think this Stand would be more mammalian than say Scary Monsters, should it function akin to a Scary Monsters/Gold Experience hybrid

That being said, I think if we go down the Quirk Breeding type route, a Scary Monsters/Cream Starter hybrid would be terrifying. Like, imagine a Stand which could summon incomplete dinosaurs which were bumbling and melting and if you got that Gunk on you, you’d likely be turned and become one of Jordana’s minions

Another thought for Jordana’s Stand would be, Sky High. But I would call it more similar to how I imagine Sky High Requiem. I like to think Sky High Requiem would open Rikiel’s repertoire of cryptids from just Sky Fish to all Cryptids. So I think Jordana being able to summon Mothman and Big Foot would be pretty very fun

If any of this makes sense to you... congrats

Extra Notes: 

I like to think Hot Pants and Diego would very much want to start a family if they had a stable foundation, like a home and money. Which, ideally they do have in my everyone lives and I blissfully ignore the canon ending canon.

I feel like Diego would want to be a good father so he can right the wrongs that he experienced. He was such a mummy’s boy as a kid, I think he would adore Hot Pants if she became the mother to his child/took on that role in general (if you want to take this as Fr*udian reading, go ahead because that’s my intention).

Hot Pants meanwhile, I think, would also want to correct the wrongs of her past. I think as a child, she had Big Sister Instinct but she also had self preservation instincts. As an adult, she is stronger and her desire to be lawful would counteract those traumas (or so I hope). I think she would come to be in a spot where she could get into a maternal mind frame to rear a child of her own but unlike Diego would jump headlong into that process, HP takes far longer.

[springmarshmallow]

Presenting....next gen MHA kids!

Featuring children of Deku, Bakugou and Shouto

Midoriya Yuuto (Age 15)

Quirk: Flame manipulation

Similar to his father in personality; gentle and soft spoken, yet can be brash, with the only glaring difference being his lack of nerves. The boy is almost always cool as a cucumber. Lives up to his given name; never shys away from helping anyone. Hates bullies above all else. It's so difficult to not like him? Great analyst .

Floofy and messy jet black hair . Kind of baby faced, but it's offset by his eyes. They're very, very dark green, almost black, and glitter in a way that is often compared to a raven, intelligent and calculating.

His hero costume is designed with built in flamethrowers for optimal use of his quirk, since he himself can only breathe out weak flames.

Midoriya Rini (Age 3)

Quirk : not manifested

Everybody's favourite. Token adorable little kid, sweet angel. Mini gender-flipped clone of her father in terms of appearance, down to the freckles. Loves sweets. Always gettong lost. (Izuku and Yuuto have both already lost several years from their lifespans, poor souls.)

Todoroki Akari (Age 16)

Quirk: Half cold half hot

Aloof and prefers to keep everyone at a somewhat professional distance, and thus is difficult to read, even by her family. Despite this, cares greatly for her family and close group of friends, and very keenly follows everything going on with all of them. This makes her a great listener and giver of sound advice. Extremely talented and lauded as the most promising hero of her generation.

Has mid back length, flaming red hair but otherwise looks hauntingly like a younger version of Todoroki Rei. It startles Shouto sometimes, and subconsciously makes him even more protective of her .

Todoroki Touma (Age 14)

Quirk: Ice creation

Has unfortunately, suffered from being in his elder sister's shadow. Used to be very close to his father before, but now spends time honing his quirk alone, with the occasional input from his mother. Despite this he does not resent his sister - in fact, he loves her dearly. His normal personality when with friends and family is not dissimilar to that of his uncle, Todoroki Natsuo.

He can't produce the sheer quantity of ice in a short time with such devastating effect as his father and sister, but can create inanimate objects by using the water in his body, and can lower the temperature of objects (again can't drop it as quickly to instant freeze) by touching them. He gets dehydrated if he keeps up his ice creation for too long. Fiercely loyal, and surprisingly good at comforting.

Silvery-grey windswept spiky hair with bangs and a strong resemblance in facial features to his father, along with black eyes. Quite the heartbreaker.

Bakugou Ryuuga (Age 16)

Quirk: Grenade

Wild, arrogant and violent. All of his father's bad traits rolled together, a true problem child. He constantly competes with Todoroki Akari. Major weakness is letting his temper get the better of his good sense. Loves winning, and is an extremely sore loser. Like with Katsuki, people are surprised that he performs well in academics. Doesn't really have any friends, and his relationship with his father is slightly strained as he is trying to correct him. Only truly positive relationships are those with his siblings, though it manifests as tough love.

Quirk is a sort of combination of explosion and telekinesis, he can infuse any thing he touches with nitroglycerin he produces in copious amounts at will, and can launch them telekinetically at foes as an explosive projectile. Telekinesis is restricted to objects only baring traces of his sweat, and the skin on his palms is not thick enough to handle creating explosions like his father.

Tall and well built, with his father's red eyes and identical gait, dressing sense and habit of sneering and baring his teeth in aggression. Has messy black hair down to his chin, with long bangs that sometimes fall over one eye.

(not unlike Kirishima with his hair down)

Bakugou Sora (Age 15)

Quirk: Telekinesis

All of Katsuki's better traits minus his negatives passed on to him. While he can be kind of egotistical, he never underestimates people, his strategic thinking, natural aptitude and intelligence always shine brightly, unblemished by faults in temperament that his father and elder brother possess. Hates losing, but on the rare occasions he does, has enough compusure to take it relatively well. Good at everything he does, ambitious, and doesn't like to waste time fooling around. Very conscious of his reputation. Borderline obsessive-compulsive, needs everything clean and in order.

Resembles his father the most in looks out of all his siblings, with the same untamed spiky blonde hair and similar features. Only major difference is his sky blue eyes.

Bakugou Katsumi (Age 10)

Quirk: Explosion

A little firecracker, in every sense of the word. Inherited her father's quirk, which she spams all the time, if only to produce crackling pops in her palms. Likewise has a fiery temper, literally blows up when her fuse is lit (even her hotshot elder brothers were terrified when she smacked her palm on the dining table to cleave it in two with a concentrated explosion), but settles down equally quickly, reminiscent of Bakugou Mitsuki. (Katsuki doesn't know whether he should be amused or scared.)

Fierce and passionate, loyal to a fault and always the centre of attention. Actually gets in fights, even with boys older than her (most of the time defending people they're picking on or calling them out on something), but like a true Bakugou, wins 'em all. (Her father and brothers, no matter how much they scold her, are always secretly proud) Oh, and if someone does end up roughing her up too much or actually hurting her, they'd have one crazy delinquent with a grenade quirk, a calculating cold hearted child prodigy and pro hero Lord Explosion Murder himself hunting them down.

Wavy ash blonde hair and red eyes . Has a funny habit of yelling "Die!" in her cute high pitched voice whenever she gets excited. Wonder where she picked it up from.

NOTE: Ages are according to when the eldest kids (Akari and Ryuuga) are beginning their second year and Yuuto, Touma and Sora first join UA.

[evilsnowswan]

Summary: [Rumbelle Mermaid!AU] based on this prompt by repeatinglitanies: “In a world where people are aware of the existence of mermaids, Belle is a mermaid who lives in the world’s largest aquarium along with other sea creatures. She enjoys looking at the little humans who come to visit, especially a floofy haired boy who comes every week with his father….” An injured Belle is captured and brought to Gold and Milah’s aquarium. Gold is a marine biologist dedicated to protecting the creatures there, Milah wants to turn a profit, and their son has his own ideas about how to befriend a mermaid.

Rating: G/Teen Link to full story: [Read on AO3] Previous Chapters: [Coverart][Chapter 1][Chapter 2][Chapter 3][Chapter 4][Chapter 5][Chapter 6][Chapter 7][Chapter 8][Chapter 9][Chapter 10][Chapter 11][Chapter 12][Chapter 13][Chapter 14][Chapter 15]

Current Chapter: 16/? Chapter Summary: Things are getting “steamy” ;)

Chapter 16

Maybe she should have listened to her father. Some of the things he told her were bound to be true. Apparently she had to learn that lesson the hard way.

Belle shivered and winced. Biting her lip, she rolled back her shoulders. Pain exploded across her screaming skin as the furs slipped down to her middle. She let out a breath and opened her eyes.

He hadn’t moved.

With his face this close to hers, she could tell that it was anger that made his smile hard and tight-lipped. Like ndweshi, his sharp eyes studied her, tracking her every move to anticipate the next. The intensity of his gaze stung on her burning cheeks and Belle was internally grateful that he wasn’t a leaping ndweshi and she no blue swallow, caught in flight and eaten alive; feathers, beak and all.

He sucked his teeth, giving voice to chagrin, and she cast her eyes down. Belle knew she had been reckless. He had every right to be cross with her. Her recklessness kept landing her in trouble and turbulence, and he had to come to the rescue time and time again and clean up her mess.

She raised her hands for an apology, but didn’t make it anywhere near her chest before the pain cut through her like a split rock.

She couldn’t help the yelp.

Even with her hands back safely at her sides, the aftershock hummed under her skin. With every flat note it felt less like hers; less like part of her body, and Belle had to keep still until the horrible song ended and she could breathe again.

She wouldn’t try that again.

She looked at her arm, taking in the angry red and watery white, and felt tears well up in her eyes. Predatory and merciless, the sun had turned her beautiful smooth skin to sand. Cool and salty, it now felt brittle and dead, threatening to rip open and spill out her boiling flesh for all to see.

“Indigo.” His voice was soft and gentle, but she didn’t want to check his face for contrast; didn't want to see if anger or worry had won out on his features.

He kept talking, voice low and reassuring, but Belle wasn’t listening.

She watched his hands instead. Strong and steady, they squeezed the eel-shaped object they were holding, kneading and rolling it back to front. The thing wasn’t alive, but squelched under the pressure and belched out a clear jelly-like substance.

The familiar smell hit her nostrils and Belle looked up, surprised.

Healer’s Breath.

Harvested from a rare plant, it could be used to treat cuts and bites, sores and boils. If taken with their food, it would help a sick mermaid or merman fight back chronic viral, nano-bacteria, and fungal infections.

That’s how powerful a plant it was.

Every mermaid knew how to spot the long, fleshy, narrow, light green leaves with whitish to reddish toothed margins. They knew how to cut open a plump leaf and remove the clear sap inside, carefully filling their empty shells to take them to the nearest healer.

If mixed with the right ingredients – flowers, seaweed, sediment – not only would it calm inflamed skin, reduce swelling, and fight infection, but also function as numbing medicine.

Only healers knew the recipes though. It was too valuable to have every fin and tail temper with it. Not that most merfolk would have tried. Most weren’t too fond of the strong odor and stayed clear of what they sometimes referred to as air-breather pus.

Belle took a deep breath, breathing in the peculiar smell from within the plant’s leaves and the main part of the plant. Bitter and musky, it put a soothing spell on her, and she felt the comfort of instant familiarity tug at the corners of her mouth.

When she looked up, he was smiling too.

His hand gently cupped the liquid medicine, his palm still visible underneath.

With her next breath she caught a whiff of something new, something more, added to mask the signature smell, but not completely covering it. He had added other components to the mixture, more pleasant fragrances, to make it sweet.

Belle hadn’t known this was knowledge they shared, but the realization made her smile grow wider. She felt her heart slow down and body relax. Her relief put her completely at ease and, when he raised his eyebrows in silent question, indicating he wanted to dip his fingers into the liquid and apply it to her arms, she nodded, never taking her eyes off his.

She allowed him to take her hand. Even when the pain got worse – (it had to get worse before it got better. She knew that much.) – she didn’t pull away. Weathering the storm, she let it flash through her. Her tail twitched and her teeth clashed, grinding up the squeaks she wouldn’t let escape, but she didn't let go.

When she came up for air, he had moved onto her other arm. As he worked his way up, her fingers fell into place with his, braiding them together.

She felt the cool, healing breath whisper on her skin, the sting and the burn that followed. He squeezed her hand, lightly, as if in response, adjusting the pressure to match hers.

Belle would have marveled at this new way of communicating without words, this strange language they had discovered and were speaking between themselves, had she not been so preoccupied with the fact that her eyes and cheeks just wouldn’t stay dry, no matter how hard she tried to blink the embarrassing blur away.

He must have added something to numb her pain, but when he reached her shoulders, neck, and back, it became intolerable again. Her back had taken the worst of it, so it wasn’t surprising exactly, but the pain still took her breath away.

Belle whimpered and blinked up at him through her tears. He gave her a moment to breathe, but didn’t step back.

He had placed her arms on his shoulders to better reach her back, not the least bit worried when she linked her hands behind his neck. So she had left them there, now letting her weight sink onto his shoulders as she leaned into the contact for comfort. Touching foreheads, she sighed; then rested against his chest for some shuddering breaths. He murmured into her hair, the warm reassurances tickling her scalp and coaxing the tension from her shoulders.

Belle concentrated on her breathing. The bitter musk, the sweetness – it filled her nostrils and airways, leaving behind something salty and unfamiliar; a scent, a taste that she couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t bad. A little strange maybe, or perhaps, the strange thing was how it wasn’t strange at all – and that made her dizzy.

The first thud out of tune was followed by a second, a third, a fourth, her heart beating out a fast rhythm against her rib cage like a wild seahorse. Protective little creatures, seahorses. Fathers protecting their children, raising them. Like merlings. Like airlings. Like this airling.

Her heart stuttered and Belle’s eyes flew open. She twisted her neck a little, watched him from behind the safety of strands of her hair. He had that look on his face. That look that said he’d be there, he’d protect her. No matter what foolish thing she did, she was one of his own now and he’d be there to protect her.

He was that kind of an… air...man. The seahorse kind. And Belle liked that about him.

***

He should have listened to his gut feeling. Reasoning with it had never been a good idea. He should have ignored the little persistent voice in his head that told him he worried too much. (That voice that sounded surprisingly like his wife and told him he was a worrywart on good days and a bloody coward on bad.) He shouldn’t have left her in the care of a child. High school diploma or not, that's what she was, a child. It wasn’t Ruby Lucas’ fault. She was good with the animals, her heart was in the right place, but her mind was that of a teenager - and teenagers’ brains weren’t built for risk assessment and reason. She’d grow into it, learn, do better. Eventually.

Sunburn. On a mermaid. It would be funny if it weren’t so excruciatingly painful to watch poor Indigo suffer and wince in pain whenever anything or anyone touched her.

He tried to be as gentle as possible. The aloe vera helped some. But just as soon as he had taken care of one problem, another popped up. The aloe was good for the immediate burns, relieving some of the trapped heat, stopping it from doing any further damage underneath.

But once the heat was gone, came the cold. She needed to stay hydrated, needed to get back into the water asap, but the water was too salty, too hot or too cold. The sunburn covered most of her skin – her freckled cheeks, her buttoned nose, her slender neck, chest, arms and entire back – and it made it impossible for her to regulate her own body temperature, to keep her core temperature steady. She’d overheat, start to shiver, or wince from the sting of the salt particles. So the holding pool was out.

The spray bottle wasn’t an option either. He’d give himself Carpal tunnel before she was anywhere close to comfortable. The bathrobe scratched her skin and she’d shrug out of it and shake it off the second he tried to wrap her in it.

After a few moments of restless pacing – with Indigo watching him, doe-eyed and vulnerable – or maybe it was long minutes, ticking by on the large clock in the medical wing until his ears were ringing, he finally had an idea.

A good idea.

Official hours were over, visitors and most of the staff were gone. He knew he’d find Mrs. Lucas and her granddaughter at the diner, the Nolan family down at the shop, and Killian Jones in the cockpit – hopefully – catching up on overdue paperwork. He’d never understand why, but for some reason his wife had insisted on making the guy her deputy about a year back or so. Given how, at the time, she had hardly left her office anyway, he had chosen his battles wisely and agreed to keep the peace. Now that decision would be put to the test.

With a sigh, he picked up the phone and dialed the cockpit. Even with almost everyone out of the building, there were security measures to be taken if they were to do what he wanted to do next.

Killian Jones proved not to be useless after all, pulling strings and clearing their path.

David Nolan jumped at the opportunity to help – or to meet the mermaid his wife and daughter were, no doubt, raving about in stereo after this morning, up close and personal. He was strong and reliable, a real Prince Charming, and carried Indigo down to the spa area like she was a princess made from glass, rather than a simple girl wearing a glass slipper.

Jones had closed off the area to unauthorized personnel, which meant everyone but him, David Nolan, and Dr Whale. And Miss Lucas – as soon as she felt up for it. Her grandmother had informed him over the phone that Ruby was currently indisposed, having a heart-to-heart with the toilet. The old lady really didn’t sugarcoat things. Usually he found this quality refreshing. Well, you couldn’t have your cake and eat it too.

The spa area was in the back of the main building, a private part of the ground floor for staff to relax and unwind. It came with a heated indoor pool, a Nordic sauna, and a large Turkish bath. His wife had read somewhere that all the big corporations were doing it like this now, building indoor playgrounds – not for their employees’ kids, but the employees themselves – offering yoga classes, or hiring a private masseuse, on-call and ready to work out some knots in under five minutes, if need be.

He had wondered whatever had happened to the simple cafeteria, staff room, and nursery – the trusted trifecta that had worked just fine for years, but didn’t fight her on it. Bae liked the pool, he enjoyed the steam bath in the wee hours of the morning, and Milah did the books. If she said they could afford such an unnecessary luxury and that it would pay off in staff well-being, increased motivation, and better work ethic in the long run, who was he to argue her out of the idea.

Plus, the steam was just what they needed right now.

The big difference between a sauna and a steam room was in the type of heat that they provided. A sauna used dry heat, usually from hot rocks or a closed stove. Steam rooms were heated by a generator filled with boiling water and typically kept somewhere around 110°F. The key to the steam room’s unique health benefits wasn’t the temperature though, it was the humidity.

Moist heat improved circulation. Improved circulation could lead to lowered blood pressure and a healthier heart. It could also promote healing of broken skin tissue, which was what they were going for. The warm condensation would rinse away the dirt and dead skin and help Indigo heal without dehydrating her.

Steam therapy was also relatively safe in comparison to any alternative he could think of – as long as she was closely and constantly monitored. That, however, was the tricky part. With Miss Lucas out, there was no one else he’d trust to do the job, so he had to make lemonade, gallons and gallons of lemonade – both in the metaphorical and the literal sense – to keep himself hydrated for hours to come.

He had put on his wet suit and grabbed one of Bae’s waterproof stopwatches to remind himself to take a break about every fifteen to twenty minutes – to replace the lost water weight by drinking homemade lemonade to avoid dehydration. He had also taken the time to instruct Jones to make sure they kept the steam room running all night and to tell the guard dogs to start barking if anyone came within a few feet of the area and had no business being there.

Indigo had been a good sport through all of it, more bemused than bewildered by the commotion. She was trying not to let on in how much pain and discomfort she was, but the long, deep exhale, five minutes into steam therapy, told him everything.

Smiling, he shifted in his seat and rubbed at his wet suit.

He shouldn’t be wearing it. He knew that. Wearing a wet suit in a steam room was about as beneficial to your health as wearing swimming gear to the sauna. Probably less so.

Gold closed his eyes and tried to take deep, slow breaths. The hot, humid air burned in his nose and throat. He could already feel his heart hammer away in his chest and didn’t need a mirror to tell him that his face was the color of cooked lobster. Coming to think of it, that was exactly how he felt right about now. Live lobster sitting in boiling water, about to be broken out of its shell and eaten limb by limb.

Something touched his knee and he jumped.

Indigo had scooted closer and was looking up at him. The tiniest crease had formed between her eyebrows, her glistening lips halfway to a worried frown. She tapped his knee again, poked a finger at the neoprene skin, and cocked her head, looking quizzical.

He shook his head and she pouted.

The dim lights were making him dizzy and he was short of breath, which was why he didn’t bother swatting her hands away when she reached for the zipper and began tugging on it like a dog with a bone. She looked so adorable doing it, face screwed up in concentration and the tiny tip of a very pink tongue peeping out between her teeth, that he allowed her to push his suit from his shoulders.

Breathing became a little easier and he stopped her before she could roll off the bench and tug on the legs. He was wearing swimming trunks, so sitting in a pool of black neoprene wasn’t an issue, but he didn’t feel like taking it off completely.

She narrowed her eyes, ready for a battle of wills, and he pointed a finger at her determined face before breaking out in hearty laughter. The mind on that one!

“Okay, sweetheart.” He grinned at her. “You win.”

And, actually, why the heck not?

Leaning on the bench, careful not to break his neck on the slippery, hot tiles, he tugged on his booties, kicked them off, and pulled down his suit, sitting back down to take it off.

The sudden change in temperature and humidity gave him goosebumps and then a second round erupted on his thigh, when she took that inquisitive finger and ran it over his skin. He covered her hand with his and removed it gently, setting it down on the bench.

Indigo blinked, then bit her lip.

Curious little thing, wasn’t she? Maybe that was the problem.

Watching her, he leaned back, linking his hands behind his head. She was more relaxed in the steam room than she had been all evening, but he still had to make sure he wasn’t doing more harm than good by having put her here.

He cleared his throat, shook out his hands, and reached out to feel her forehead, making Indigo go cross-eyed in the process. She didn’t pull away, but wanted to keep his hands in view, which was understandable.

He pretended burning himself on her too-hot skin and she stuck out her tongue at him. They both laughed.

If she developed a fever or showed signs of distress or dehydration, he had to remove her from the steam at once. Sitting in a steam bath with a fever was extremely dangerous. He would not put her at risk like that.

Not again. Never again.

She tried to blow hair from her face, but the damp strands stuck to her skin. He brushed it aside for her and gently stroked her hair.

Indigo fidgeted beside him, inching a little closer and resting her chin on her hands.

When he tried to stop, remove his hand, she wouldn’t let him, making tiny sounds of protest and moving his hand right back with one of her own – pretty much like a cat or dog would – the gesture universal and immediately understood.

They sat for a while, breathing, relaxing, him stroking her head and shoulders, combing through her long, silky hair, and occasionally checking her temperature.

Not wanting to disturb the comfortable calm more than necessary, he tried to make the sittings longer, went to re-hydrate every half hour instead of the recommended fifteen minutes, and cussed under his breath every time the damn watch went off and startled her awake, until he turned the alarm off for good. He could keep an eye on the time himself. Indigo needed to rest. And that insistent beeping was annoying.

Time moved differently in the steam room. He had no idea how many hours they had spent on the tiled bench, breathing in hot air with their eyes half closed. He also couldn’t have said when or how exactly Indigo’s head had ended up in his lap, his fingers automatically taking to brushing out her hair and checking her temperature intermittently. He got up in silence to get a drink, carefully moving her and moving her back once he was done.

Outside the room, it was cold and hostile; the bright glaring lights stung his eyes, making them lose focus and the world turn blurry. Inside was definitely preferable. Pleasantly warm, calm, and peaceful. All he had to do was stay awake; not to fall asleep, dry up like an old fig, and die. Other than that, inside was great. Inside was perfect.

He awoke to someone drilling holes in his head, slowly and deliberately, one rotation of the damn drill head at a time. Before he had time to come to fully and wonder what sick being would do such a barbaric thing to another, the door to the steam room swung open and the cold light cut the steam in half like a guillotine, blinding him momentarily.

He blinked at the tall shadow in the door.

“Did you forget?! Jones said…”

He groaned and ran a hand over his face.

“Murchadh! I've been looking for you all over the freaking… Baelfire wants… and you’re taking a spa day! Spa… night. Whatever. What ––– Oh! You got to be kidding–”

Apparently, the sight in front of her had stunned his wife into silence. Sadly, the effect didn’t last long.

Milah recovered quickly, her mouth doing that thing between curling and smirking, before she half huffed, half laughed an exasperated “I don’t even want to know!” in his general direction, turned on her heels and stormed off, closing the steam room door behind her with feeling.

Great. Absolutely wonderful.

[imagineunderneaththemountaindeep]

The Undertale Crew ~ Kissing Headcannons

People like me are ruining the fandom. But...

Here y’all filthy sinners. Also, warning: if complete and utter fluff is not your thing, then I advise against reading this post. Also includes PDA and height headcannons because I have no impulse control.

~Sans~

-Soft and gentle. Almost like a face-nuzzle. With his teeth. Because... no lips... He’s actually kinda surprised that you don’t dislike the feeling of literal teeth against your skin, but he doesn’t really complain since, well, you like them.

-Too lazy to always go up on his toes to smooch your face or wait for an opportunity when you’re down to his level (his level is 5 foot. He smol), so you find that he has a fondness for your hand or, if you’re minuscule enough, your neck. Also, he never asks to kiss you. It’s spontaneous and kinda jarring because, y’all could be doing nothing when surprise motherf*cker you just smooched the skeleton.

-Caution: he might fall asleep half-kiss if you’re lazing around during it, and/or there is a 99.99% chance he’ll follow the display of affection with a display of puns on said affection. Bad puns. Stop him.

-Likes to receive kisses on the cheek. Not too much effort, but he knows you love him. Plus, you’re lips are soft, and he enjoys the feeling of them on his bones. They’re nice, but he doesn’t want to abuse his privilege, so he won’t demand much of you.

-When you lounge around with him, there is a high percentile chance he’ll nudge your temple once or twice. It’s lethargic and faint, but you know it’s there. He just wants to make sure you still tolerate his presence, no biggie.

-Overall there isn’t a lot of kissing initiated by him, but he’s contented with you just being there, and he makes sure his lethargic opposition to PDA and/or excessive apathy doesn’t get in the way of you fully understanding that.

~Papyrus~

-Boisterous, and usually painful because his overzealous nature can get in the way of the common sense that his teeth hurt like balls clunking against your comparatively squishier lips that exuberantly.

-But sweet and genuine kisses nonetheless, swollen bruises aside.

-Picks you up in a swinging hug almost every time without fail. Will make you feel fairly dizzy by the end of it, and not just because of the affection. Will also trigger fear of heights if you have it, probably. Because, I don’t know, a 7 foot something monster is picking you a few feet off the ground? He might accidentally throw you once in a while. Whoops, nope, he didn’t mean to do that. Forgive him.

-Likes to proclaim his uttermost feelings to you in-between smooches. Even in public. PDA to him has no bounds. If you’re uncomfortable with that amount of... zest being shown to others outside of your home, he will pitifully attempt to restrain himself until you get back to the house.

-He just loves you too much, dammit.

-He likes any and all kinds of kisses, but has a squeamish dislike for French-kissing. It isn’t because of you, or anything, of course. He just feels as if it’s too... scandalous to be doing on a normal, everyday basis. Also, the tongues. Why. It just doesn’t look like a good time to him, and he’ll be hesitant on trying it.

~Undyne~

-Fuhuhuhu kissing is for the weak, nerd!

-She is weak. She is very weak.

-Passionate as all hell, she’ll pick you up and proceed to nearly cut your face into slivers with her sharp teeth. If she isn’t able to lift you (which would be a very rare occurrence, since she’s strong AF and 6′ 5″) or you’re just that much taller than her, she’ll wrap her arms around your neck to plant a few than just one on you.

-It usually ends with a kind of breathless ‘Fuhu! Love you, babe!’

-She doesn’t mind PDA, but she is very respectful of your boundaries and will even stop being so brash if you kindly ask her to subdue her muscles, because they’re hard and painful and she often underestimates her own strength. She might be a little downtrodden that she’s accidentally been hurting you, but she’ll take whatever measures it takes for it never to happen again.

-Like Papyrus, kissing with her has no bounds. But, unlike Papsicle, she can 100% do French-kissing and will. She enjoys smooches on the lips or anywhere on her neck, and she will just melt if you start to kiss her scars or gills.

~Alphys~

-Chaste, shy, and barely-there. She’ll also stutter out many apologies afterwards, or, if not that, you’ll hear a quiet ‘hhhhnnnnnnnn’ when she hides her reddened face in her claws.

-Very smol at 4′ 4″, you can lift her and smooch her at the same time.

-Very embarrassed and blushy but loves you very much and will take all of you abuse undying displays of your utmost love and cherishing with minimal internal death.

-That being said, she will flush and bear it through PDA, but you’d have a pistachio-sized brain to even imagine that she’d return the favour outside of closed doors. The second you get home, she might be comfortable with a few kisses, but before that she Suffering.

-Likes all kisses that don’t involve the lips or anything below the neck. Cheeks, foreheads, noses, ears, even eyelids are all acceptable places to smooch her and she will 100% appreciate.

~Toriel~

-Motherly and... you have to remind her that you’re her S/O and that she can kiss your lips, otherwise she’ll just be very self-conscious about it until the day she dies.

-Very fluffy and tender. She usually bends down to plant one on your temple or on your head, but when she’s sitting with you and your heights are then similar, she goes for your cheeks and nose. And what I mean by similar heights, I mean she’s 8 foot something and she’s almost 99% of the time taller than you.

-Nose-nuzzle champions 20XX, no effort required. None.

-PDA is a bit stilted in public, both because of awkward height-differences and awkward social situations. She is usually surrounded by children 24/7 and would rather not be a bad influence upon their behavior... but she is more than willing to hold your hand in her paw or nudge your temple once in a while.

-Likes ear-kisses. They tickle both you and her, sure, but if you want to see her begin to giggle semi-immediately, just attack her floofy ears with smooches. (You also might get some hair stuck on your lips, please pardon her).

~Asgore~

-What kiss? I’m allowed to kiss you? Since... when?

-You have to tell him that you like him very much and that he 100% has permission to smooch you to get him to even attempt stealing one.

-A bit gruff because he underestimates his enthusiasm at times, but his big muzzle and heaven-sent beard make up for it. It’s so s o f t. Literally God’s gift to your face. His beard feels like it’s made of the inner layer of fur off of a Siberian Husky. And, if you know what I’m talking about, you know that that shit is fluffy.

-Has a weakness for your cheeks and jawline because you complain that it tickles. He will tease you to no end about it and there is a 1000000% chance he will continue to pester you with his floof.

-PDA is... inelegant, per say. He’s most likely way taller than you (nine foot something, anyone?), so it’s much more noticeable than if he was about your height, and people are watching, and he’s worried you’ll get bullied because of him being your boyfriend, and- save him.

-His favourite kisses include nose-kisses and cheek-kisses. Smooch this man on the nose. Become the next nose-nuzzle champions. (Although he might be insecure about doing it again; it brings back some bad memories for him).

~Grillby~

-He’s a literal kitten when it comes to this. He becomes really cuddly and giggly, and you can almost always tell when he wants to kiss you because his flames flare a bit and he adjusts his glasses, not looking at you straight in the eye and crumpling his posture.

-Very warm, genuine, and wholesome, just like him. If he gets permission to kiss you, he tries his best not to let his shyness get in the way of giving you the best smooch he has to offer. It feels as if you’re being enveloped with a fresh-out-of-the-dryer blanket and you’ve just stuffed your face into it, although with the literal Godsend of a ginger, loving, utterly sincere kiss.

-Not gonna lie; he’s the best kisser out of everyone on this list, and is the only person to truly treat kissing as a Big Deal, besides Nabstablook. Also, his first kiss was likely you, as he did not have any prior relationships Underground. Every kiss is treasured with him and he will never forget a single one.

-PDA is a bit overbearing, to be honest. Like Grillby, please, for the love of God, stop hanging off of my arm-! He just loves you too much, dammit. Whenever you enter the bar, whenever you’re on any public dates, whenever anything happens, you will most likely get a face-nuzzle and a few kisses on the cheek from your favourite, six foot fiery boyfriend. If he wasn’t such a kitten, he’d be scary as hell at that height and with that amount of fire (pun intended).

-He likes any kind of smooches, really. As long as you’re willing to provide them then he is Down.

~W.D. Gaster~

-You thought Grillby acted nervous when asking for a kiss? Ha!

-He wrings his hands together, sweats, stutters and almost gives up because he finds that he looks pathetic like this. Pick up on the slight changes in his mood or habits and you’ll know when he wants something like this, saving you both the ungraceful dancing-around-each-other.

-Gentle, a bit shaky, and dry because goddamit, Gaster, can you just take care of yourself and drink water like a normal person but otherwise very heartfelt and sweet. Kinda tastes like cherry lollipops or sriracha sauce but shhh accept it.

-Has to bend waaaayy down to smooch you, but he can and will do it. It’s kinda funny to see an 8 foot monster basically at a 90 degree angle, and you better tease him about that because it gives his face the most adorable dusting of lavender you will ever witness.

-PDA is everywhere. He loves to hold your hand, link arms with you, and, if you let him, he’ll kiss the literal hell out of your face. Loves to rest his head on yours or have you lean up against his chest because then he knows you’re there, you’re his, and you’re not going anywhere.

-He enjoys whatever kisses you’re willing to give him. Just... smooch his entire face. Return the favour. Assert your dominance. Start a war.

~Burgerpants (Felix)~

-He won’t initiate kisses. He just won’t. Too nervous. Too insecure. What if you don’t want to be kissed? What if you don’t like smooches? What if you actually don’t like him? What if- save him.

-His tail swishes, his ears flatten, his fur and paws get hot, and you can hear the faint rumble of a purr in his chest when you lock lips. It’s an unsure AF kiss, but you know he loves you when he goes as far as kiss you when you ask. He also tastes like cigarette smoke and fruit-flavoured vape, but don’t mention it if you don’t want an even more self-loathing kitten on your hands. You’ll also probably get cat fur on your lips and in your mouth. Sorry ‘bout that.

-Is a bit short at 5′ 9″ (well, at least, to him he’s too short), so there’s a chance that he has to physically move more than he’d like to in attempt to smooch your cheek. It makes it 100000000% more embarrassing, and gives a thousand more situations that won’t go wrong, but he thinks they will anyway.

-PDA is stunted. There is none of it. He’s too Anxiety-Ridden for that. He’s also terrified that Mettaton will see you hanging around the burger joint and fire him as well as give you both bloody ears. He might hold your hand in his paw or wrap his tail around your legs if he really likes you enough, though.

-He’d be surprised that you’d want to kiss him, so he’s accepting of all smooches. But don’t be shocked when sometimes he doesn’t want one. He’s a cat. What do you expect? Cats are assholes sometimes, live with it. You’re the one who went so far as to find a boyfriend in a cat, so accept the consequences of his moments of being a prick.

~Nicecream Man (Nicey/Bleu)~

-This goober loves you so much. Too much. He’s all over you at all times during the day, and he doesn’t ask for kisses before he initiates them. They’re all just sweet nuzzles with his velvety-soft nose with the ‘mwah!’ sound effect afterwards, but he’s too much of a cornball to care how sappy he is.

-You know the Thumper thing? Yeah. When you smooch, his ears twist like pretzels and his foot involuntarily thumps against that ground. He probably won’t fall to the ground every time you two snuggle each other’s faces, but the first time you two kiss, he’s definitely falling to the floor in a melted, lovestruck puddle of joy.

-He tol at 6′ 3″, and he’s very lanky so he most likely is gonna lean down do that he can smooch your cheek. And, even if he is that much of a tower, he still hangs off of your arm (like a child) and wraps his fingers around yours, letting his head rest on your head.

-PDA is everywhere. Like, gross, get a goshdarn room. There are no limits to him, but he will be respectful of your boundaries if you set any. He gives you personalized Nicecream messages within the wrapper, and most are so bad. ‘Love you, beautiful!~~~’ ‘*Kiss* >//u//<’ ‘You’re the light of my life and you should never forget that. If you do, I’ll give this to you again.’ ‘You’re the most perfect person to ever-’ I think you get the point.

-Likes the kind of kisses that are light but chaste. The cheesier the better. He’s not really the passionate romantic, he’s more of the ‘buy them dinner and take them on a moonlit walk in the park’ kind of guy than the ‘butter then up so they’ll screw me’ douche. So his romantic advances are mostly just in hope of cuddles and sweet words.

~Mettaton~

-This darling loves you, don’t get him wrong. He adores every piece of your body and every fragment of your SOUL. He’d trade the rest of his life for another day with you if you were on your deathbed. But he cannot give up his fame. His stardom. You will be all over every media whether you like it or not, and there will most likely be no privacy in your relationship.

-When you kiss, he tries to do it as far into solitude as he can get you two. He wants your behind-the-scenes to be remotely between you and him, because, as you stepped into his life and made him feel things he had never felt, he became annoyed with the fact that paparazzi followed your every movements. It finally got to him with you around.

-He wraps his robotic arms in a burrito around your body, squeezing every plausible area of your outer self with those metallic noodles, picks you up, and then plants one on you; passionate and utterly dramatized, just like him. It’s warm, despite it being metal, and surprisingly malleable. You don’t know how, but okay. You’ll roll with it. Either that situation, or you both are basically trying to meld bodies whilst dancing, hands knowing no boundaries, faces locked in a battle of domination. Pick your battles. Win the wars.

-PDA is a bit of a bitch with the public always trying to breathe down your backs, but Mettaton will always make sure that you’re as comfortable as he can possibly make you when camera flashes begin to stalk you as their prey. It’s not all day every day that the paparazzi tail you both, and only on those days does MTT smooch your cheek and wrap an arm around your waist. Otherwise, he will limit himself to modestly holding your hand or having an arm snugly around your shoulders until you get home, where you’re (hopefully) alone.

-He’s eccentric. He likes kisses with energy, with movement, with... uh... something else going on. He’s a man of passion and vigor, and he strives on dancing and play-wrestling. He also won’t argue if you pin him down and kiss his neck.

~Nabstablook (Nabstabot EX)~

(Background- I headcannon that MTT convinced Blooky to meld into a robotic body once they reached the surface so that he would be more physically pleasing to their new fanbase of humans. Nabstablook wasn’t keen on the idea, but fell for his cousin’s pleads and did it so that MTT wouldn’t be disappointed in him. He never fully became corporeal, though, and can exit his body whenever he pleases).

-Hahahahahahahahaha save him. He doesn’t understand what romantic love is, to be honest. Why does he feel hot in his chest, why is his SOUL feel like its trying to break out of its glass casing? He doesn’t know how you make him feel that way, but he knows that he cares about you and that he feels good in your presence. (MTT soon tells him that he’s fallen deeply in love and suddenly he feels as if he hasn’t done enough for you so cue anxiety).

-His kisses are small and timid, much like him, but you can sense the meaning behind them. He doesn’t take things like that lightly, and you have to respect that about him or else you could very well make him assume he’s inadequate or, even worse, break his heart. He’s also 5′ 3″ in his robot body, so he is smol and adorable and please smooch this bean’s nose because he will blush really hard.

-He shakes when you kiss on the lips, his fans whirring to try and cool his robotic body so that he doesn’t overheat and his hands trembling against your shoulders. He cries a bit every time (and he profusely apologizes) and, the first time you smooch his face, he ends up aborting mission. He n o p e s right out of his robot and that’s probably the first time you see his ghost form. He starts sobbing because he thinks you’ll think he’s appalling and he’s sorry for making you see something like that, so you have to sit him down and go on a spiel that he’s beautiful, no matter what form he takes. Then he cries because he loves you and he’s never heard someone say that about him before.

-PDA is awkward. MTT wants you on every magazine, every TV program, every DJ Napstabot merch item, everything. Blooky gets really anxious when in the eyes of the public, so you both decide that you’d give each other space outside of your homes. Not that he doesn’t love to hug you (because you’re soft and warm and beautiful and he doesn’t know why’d you love someone like him) but he’s bad at life. He has too much social anxiety for that.

-If you want him to blow a fuse, kiss him anywhere but his cheeks. Smooching his neck will cause the most embarrassed squeak you’ve ever heard in your life, his fans buzzing so loud that everything else mutes. He likes being kissed on the cheeks, head, and, once he gets used to it, the lips.

I think that, overtime, you can tell when I got to my favourite characters. Whoops, sorry about that. If you want more in-detail headcannons or fanfiction requests, please don’t be afraid of asking! I’ll happily write you an indulgent fic, if you so desire~

~Mod Jellyfish~

[dork-kisser]

some selfship headcanons 🥺👉👈

kumatora

it may not look like it but kumatora's really overprotective! they don't really show it much because they're trying to be strong and mature but if anything happens to me, they'd either be crying, beating the shit out of whoever or whatever hurt me, or both

she gives...... the best hugs. ever 💖💖💖💖💖

she lets me borrow her hoodie and she doesnt really mind bc she has at least one spare hoodie 🥺👉👈

haha floofy hair go brrrr

we stim together! they have adhd and dont stim nearly as much as I do but they still stim w/ me! 💖

lucas, claus, and hinawa

although not quite a selfship headcanon, Hinawa is an ace lesbian. Her and Flint's relationship was set up, and she was forced to have children against her will.

But that doesn't mean she doesn't love Lucas and Claus! She loves them with all her heart!

Claus is agender, they use any pronouns but mainly they/them!

My s/i is really good at mechanics so it's their job to fix Claus if anything happens to them

They're also essentially a second dad to the twins (Flint and Hinawa are divorced in this universe, he also ""went missing"")

Lucas, Claus, and me have mini pretend PSI battles (we're all capable of PSI, it's just that we don't want to actually hurt each other and it can also get really rough on the twins' mental state)

[leothelionsaysgrrrr]

OC Questionnaire: Rexus Leventis

Tagged by @bladeverbena and I decided not to be mischievous and just do what I know you wanted and fill this out for Rex.

GENERAL

Name: Caius Rexus Aemilius Maro Leventis Alias(es):  The Black Serpent of the Magisterium, Caius Leventis, various pejoratives and disparaging terms not fit for polite company. Gender: Male Age: Born 17 Umbralis, 9:06 Dragon.  He is 25 at the beginning of The Swim Upstream and 35 at the time of the Divine Conclave. Place of birth: Minrathous, Tevinter Imperium  Spoken languages: Tevene, Trade, atrocious Antivan and Orlesian.  Something he considers passable Qunlat that is really anything but.  If we’re being honest even his Tevene is terrible. Sexual orientation: Yes Occupation: Associate to the Magisterium (read: thug, slave hunter, general doer of rich mages’ dirty work)

APPEARANCE 

Eye colour: Blue  Hair colour: Black Height: 6′0″  Scars: A few.  Two arrow wounds when Emma and Lux escaped him in 9:33 Dragon. Burns: A couple.  Places.  He’s, uh…adventurous.  Overweight: No  Underweight: No

FAVOURITE

Colour: Black.  He looks good in black. Hair colour: Dark  Eye colour: No preference Entertainment: Julien’s dans-le-lit.  Indeed, for a man like Rexus, there is no finer entertainment than rich people indulging their depravity only to vehemently eschew such activities the next morning. Pastimes: Illicit, raunchy trysts with the spouses and adult heirs of the ruling elite of Tevinter, undermining and/or embarrassing his father and brother, shit-talking everyone with his mom, getting drunk, gambling, sleeping, various forms of swindling, seducing…anyone, really. Food: Apples.  Pomegranates.  Bananas.  Sausages.  Yes, that’s exactly why. Drink: Rum, whisky, strong wines.  Clear liquor and ale are for cowards and fools. Books: Naughty ones.  Preferably with pictures.  Preferably in full view of others.

HAVE THEY

Passed university: No.  He barely passed the mundane Tevinter equivalent of middle school. Had sex: Rofl yes Had sex in public: More than a few times Gotten pregnant (themself or a partner): At least a few, but they were…persuaded to deal with it accordingly.  To his knowledge, he has no living biological children. Kissed a boy: Yes Kissed a girl: Yes Gotten tattoos: No Gotten piercings: No Had a broken heart: Yes Been in love: Yes Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Yes

ARE THEY

A virgin: Again, ROFL A cuddler: Not even a little. A kisser: No A smoker: Depends what.  The answer is still yes, but the frequency and how much he enjoys it depends on what he’s smoking.  Flavored tobacco, you don’t even need to ask (he’s a fan of Tevinter’s answer to a shisha/hookah and will smoke whatever someone’s offering with it, but flavored tobacco is his favorite).  Some other things he’ll go for, but won’t miss if he can’t have for a while. Scared easily: No Jealous easily:Yes.  Always. Trustworthy: Absolutely not, until he’s much older. Dominant: Yes Submissive: No In love: Yes, with Emma Sparrow from 9:32 Dragon until he meets Orlesian Comte Julien Charbonneau in Val Chevin around ten years later. Single: Committed bachelor until about 9:44 Dragon.

RANDOM QUESTIONS

Have they harmed themselves: No, he’s too pretty. Thought of suicide: Yes Attempted suicide: No Wanted to kill someone: Often Ridden a horse: Yes Have/had a job: Yes Have any fears: He fears retribution for his work with the Magisterium, he fears for his mother’s safety, he fears losing the few people he lets himself care about.  He fears being deemed no longer useful and sold into slavery.  He fears being ruled where he feels entitled to rule himself.  

FAMILY

Sibling(s): Caius Lucius Gratian Leventis, b. 9:14 Dragon Parents: Magister Gratian Alexandros Titus Leventis, and Atilia Curio. Children: No biological children that he knows of, he and Julien adopt a baby boy they call Henri in Starkhaven in ~9:48 Dragon. Pets: None, but he would love a dog.  A real dog, not a floofy little Orlesian yapper type dog.

I guess I could maybe tag… @forevermarked because I can’t remember your DA blog right off the top of my head, @sunshinemage for Rinna or Pip, @princeofmorley for whoever (*cough*Oliver*cough*), annnnnd @saphyremelodies No pressure, of course, and if I didn’t tag you feel free to do it anyway and blame me for it! Just tag me if you want me to see it. :)

[boelca]

Fatesona Challenge! Day 18: Child Unit

Write about their children (their own child unit and/or a canon child unit) and how they interact with them.

"G-Gods above and below, what am I going to name you? I can't keep calling you 'Little One.' That's not a real name, and you certainly deserve one. Aghh..." Joe sighed, cradling the dozing infant gently in her arms. Closing her eyes, she reclined, resting against the side of her bed as her thoughts drifted. Most mothers had nine months to decide what to name their child. She only got a couple of days. Not to mention, she'd already spent a couple of those days looking for any signs pertaining to the little boy's identity, and, lucky her, nothing had been found. She sighed again. "Most likely," she thought aloud, "whatever identification there may have been died in the fire like the rest of your home. Poor dear." Joe shook her head slightly incredulously, thinking back to the peculiar situation they had found the baby in.

In the middle of the charred remains of what seemed to be a small cottage lay a basket, and, in the basket, lay a baby, crying his poor heart out. Joe, having been the first to hear his terrified wails, had ditched the march to the next location (as well as her conversation with a certain slightly-insulted farmer who couldn't believe she'd just run off in the middle of a conversation) scooping him out of the basket as soon as she laid eyes on him and consoling him as best she could. After that, a flurry of events took place, from their questioning a village full of people who knew nothing of the baby OR the cottage (they all claimed it had been a vacant building for years) to Joe's deciding that she would be the boy's protector and mother. No one liked to involve children in the horrid mess that was the war, but Joe couldn't just leave him with the village when the situation was just so... odd.

A small hand brought her out of her thoughts, and, after recovering from her momentary shock, a gentle smile made its way to Joe's face. She giggled softly and leaned her cheek towards the hand, cradling it in her own as she brought her face closer to his. He gurgled with an itty-bitty smile on his face, and her heart melted in adoration. "...We've got to give you the best name possible, my dear." Running names through her head, she began spouting off whatever came to mind.

"Well, there's William. A good, strong name, that one. Plenty of authors AND characters with it. It even has the lovely meaning of 'great protector,' you know. There's also Tobias. We could call you Toby, for short. It means, 'the goodness of God.' Not the most meaningful meaning, in my opinion, but I do love the name. I like Emery, or maybe even Elias, as well. They would be more of me names, though, since they start with the same letter as my middle name. I also have two sisters with E names. Hmm... What do you think, honey bunny? William, Tobias, Emery, or Elias? Or, none of the above? Here, I'll hold up five fingers, and let's see which one you like, hmm?" Joe giggled and released the baby's hand gently, slowly raising it to the front of his face. "Now, my dear, which one do you like best?"

He gurgled again, and his little fingers reached up, grabbing onto Joe's pointer finger with a surprisingly strong grip. She laughed and shook her hand slightly, causing the baby's smile to widen. Joe felt her grin widen to the point where her cheeks hurt, and she kissed the hand holding her finger sweetly. "Tobias it is, then."

Tobias is Joe's adopted son, whom she very reluctantly put in the deeprealms for his safety. He was found by Corrin's Army (specifically by Joe) during one of their marches to their next location in the remains of a burned down house in the middle of seemingly nowhere. After no identification or recognization of him by villagers from the closest town, Joe offered to take him in as her own, finding the baby's situation suspicious.

> About Tobias

Joe's son, raised in the deeprealms. Discovered in the ruins of a destroyed house, little is known of his true origins. Laid-back in nature, Tobias has a strong passion for adventure and an insatiable curiosity. Unlike his mother, he has a deep love for nature and spends most of his time outdoors. Picks the most flowers. Found on 8/1.

| N a m e |  Tobias | B i r t h d a y |  Unknown - Found/Adopted on 8/1. | R e c r u i t a b i l i t y |  Paralogue 29: Flowers and Fables | C l a s s |  When recruited: Outlaw | I n h e r i t e d  C l a s s |  Diviner | P e r s o n a l  S k i l l |  One With Nature - When standing on any kind of terrain, unit gets +1 to all stats. | A p p e a r a n c e |  Tobias has floofy short hair that takes the same color of his other parent. He's fairly tall, and while muscular, he's more lean than he is beefy. He has a deep olive complexion and brown eyes. Uniquely, he has a beauty mark on his face like his mother, though his is just under his right eye, whereas Joe's is just above her lip. NOTE: Toby's hair is naturally white in color, but he dyes it to be "closer to his family," as he says. | P e r s o n a l i t y |

Toby takes things at his own pace and is a firm believer in "stopping to smell the roses."

He is such a nature buff and literally spends all of his time outdoors. He hates being inside for too long.

Generally polite and friendly like his mom, but he is far more sociable and less self-conscious than she is.

Tobias isn't book smart the way his mother his, and it bothers him to no end. He just doesn't get all the stuff she tries to teach him no matter how much he studies or tries to understand it??

TOBY LOVES HIS MOTHER!! SO MUCH!!

 Tobias and his mom have an a+ relationship

Loves going off on adventures and discovering new plants or caves or whatever he can find

Also likes bringing things home to mom

Firmly believes that flower haters are bad people.

Also a firmly believes in "treat others how you want to be treated" and will 100% throw back whatever you throw at him

hates his mom’s passive-aggressiveness

[carhmel]

Tell us about your oc’s!!

anon sweetie i love you

I’m still working on my gay zombie apocalypse story that I dreamed up and honestly it’s going really well and i have so many ideas!! my main ocs have definitely changed over the last few months, and I’ve almost totally changed the story into something much stronger. In their world, they all live in a gated community in a small town that’s remained relatively safe from the apocalypse. The leader of the community, a man named Scott, is very religious and forces strict rules on everyone, forcing the young people (age 16-25) to get married and start having children to “make the community prosper”. This story is about love, revolution, and zombie killing.

Blake: he’s the main character (kind of a self insert shh)!! He’s average height/tall, around 6’. He’s 19 at the start of the story. He has sandy curly hair and pale skin that sunburns easily. He’s strong but lean, and was a water polo player for his first year in college before all this zombie shit started. He’s quiet and reserved, especially because the community he lives in is not accepting of lgbt+ identities. He’s bisexual, his ratio is mostly men and he’s really only ever shown to like and be attracted to one woman, the one who ends up posing as his wife, although they don’t fall in love. Blake is considerate and thoughtful, and definitely is a deep thinker. He loves deeply and cares about his friends and family very much.

Jackson: Blake’s adoptive brother. His family took Blake in and saved him from dying. Jackson is very passionate and charming, he will not hesitate to make his opinion known. Jackson is African American, which makes him and his family stand out from the majority of the community. He loves hard, defending his family no matter what. He’s super loyal and is the one to start the revolt against the community leader because he’s sick of being treated as unequal. Jackson is around Blake’s height, if not a little bit shorter. He’s also 19. He’s super cute and funny (his charm and humor reminds me of Anthony mackie). He’s got dark skin and eyes, and dark curly hair that he keeps short.

Kai: Blake’s love interest. He’s the informal leader of the younger people in the community, and is one of the older members of the group at 21. He’s also pretty charming, but in a goofy way. He’s super tall, 6’4”, and is built like a fucking house (boy is thicc). Kai grew up in the town they’re all in, and was super involved with sports, school, and the community, which gives him leverage in negotiating with the leader of the community. Kai has floofy brown hair, freckles, and blushes when he gets flustered. A lot of people look up to him, so he tries to set a good example. Kai is gay, which he tries to hide so he can remain the leader of the younger people, but he learns they pretty much don’t give a fuck. He is the marcus from dbh if y’all play that game, and wants to overthrow the system but in a way that minimizes killing people.

Jay, Max, Madi, Kayla, Stone: kai’s friends, all around the same age. Various levels of crackhead energy. Max and Stone are dating, max is a trans man and stone is non-binary. Kayla ends up marrying Jay, and Madi poses as kai’s wife to save both of them even though she’s a whole ass lesbian.

Charlotte: a feisty girl who ends up befriending Blake and agreeing to marry him. She’s aromantic and all too happy to support Blake and Kai being together in secret. She’s not asexual though, and she and Blake are basically forced to have children together at one point.

Ok this post is getting long enough but yeah!!! I love my zombie fighting children and I’m so excited to keep working on this story!! I am ALWAYS open to answer more questions about any aspect of this story if anyone’s curious!! Hope u enjoyed my rambling