#sweet tea anon

[radio-wavelengths2]

I wish to know more about your ocs so I know who can tame me (a brat) the fastest-

--robot with spicy sweet tea

If you wanna be tamed effectively, definitely Humvee. He's 100% a dom/top, he's freaky as fuck, and he's daddy as hell. He's quite good at taming brats 🫶

If Humvee isn't your style, I do have bots like Load Out who are capable of taming brats but do it in a much more sweet approach. While Humvee would tie you up and edge you and hurt you, Load Out would use positive reinforcement and praise to slowly break that brattiness and get you to listen

Rhythm as well! She's got a band of bots She's effectively tamed, she'll push you over and step on your chest and make fun of you til you listen to her.

also what the FUCK do you want me to write as your anon tag bc that is long as FUCK BAMDHBSNSBD

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

Hi for the Soulmate Au could I request Bo Sinclair for this prompt please - You can hear your soulmate's voice in your head only when they're singing

Here's your fic, I hope you enjoy dear anon

Song Bird

Bo Sinclair x reader

Gender neutral reader

Soulmate AU where you can hear your soulmate's voice in your head whenever they sing.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Bo being Bo I guess, mentions of his childhood trauma, I couldn't decide which retention of the song that I wanted to refer to in this so I picked both.

Bo remembered hearing growing up that soulmates came to each person in their own ways. He never really paid no attention to the stories to begin with, especially after asking about the ideal of soulmates to his mother when he was five years old, only giving Bo a harsh laugh before telling her son that he will never have a soulmate that will love him.

The combination of being a natural skeptic towards subjects like soulmates and how his parents constantly will tell Bo growing up that monsters like him don't deserve to have a soulmate caused Bo to avoid the subject altogether.

He never truly believed in the tales and stories from the people he grew up with until he heard his soulmate's voice when he was 17. The songs started with old church hymns that he remembered hearing throughout his childhood during Sunday church.

The voice he heard singing made the lyrics have a haunting atmosphere, as if the person he's hearing- his soulmate was hiding years of pain behind the melodic songs. It was too real for him hearing the singing of his soulmate fill his mind.

At first, Bo was rather annoyed with hearing the hymns as he's trying to listen to his small radio. Behind his initial annoyance was the fact that he had to deal with the fact that somewhere in this world, he has a soulmate and they could hear each other sing.

As the years went by, Bo could hear you sing more. From their various rock out to whatever rock mix tape they had, all the way to songs that he's never even heard of. Bo found those times where he hears the singing to be calming to him, giving him a sense of peace.

It was early one afternoon when Bo heard the voice sing. He was in the garage, piddling with a recent attraction's vehicle when he started hearing the singing. It was louder than usual, almost as if the source of the singing was haunting his brain. He tried to move on with his day, attempting to ignore the singing.

The phone from the garage started ringing, quietly startling Bo from his focus on the singing. He quickly wiped his hands with a grease rag before walking to the wall phone, picking it up. It was Lester informing him that there's a new arrival that just entered town. After hanging up, Bo decided to see if he could find the person and lure them.

The normally dead street made Bo more hyper aware of the singing he's hearing, he could hear the faint notes of a piano playing coming from the church. He quietly walked towards the entrance of the church. The singing became louder as he tried to resist the urge to sing the song with the voice.

Bo enters the church quietly, seeing the back of your body as you sat on the piano bench. Your black shirt and blue jeans was what Bo was mostly able to see as he made his way through the isle in the middle of the pews. His nerves filled his body as the temptation to sing with you grew louder and more intense.

He was right behind you just as you were going to finish the song. Bo gave into the intense temptation and sung the last few words with you. You quickly took your hands off the piano jumped just as you were about to finish the final word, causing you to look into Bo's eyes in a startled worry.

"I'm begging you please wake me up, In all my dreams I...."

[dont-hug-me-its-yuri]

officially coming out as the transgender tea party anon, everyone who I messaged and anyone else who wishes to attend can come to our tea party

this is our setup by he way

[pinkslenderman]

oh oh I made you something, pink! Here!

{A pink tie with orchids on it!}

-tea anon

(P.s you are very friendly and sweet mod :))

Oh, thank you dear, that's very sweet of you...

I don't usually wear ties...but I suppose this will be an exception

...does it look alright?

[youngpettyqueen]

ummm um fic recs….in a horrible turn of events garak and bashir have to babysit the ds9 kids?

ive been wracking my brains over how Garak and Julian would end up babysitting a bunch of the kids and I had a hard time figuring out something that would work with Jake and Nog, since theyre older and dont really need a babysitter, so I went with them babysitting Molly and Yoshi! I hope that's alright <3

Garak isn't sure what to expect when he the door to the O'Briens quarters slides open. All he knows is that Julian told him to come, and his only answer to Garak's many questions was to repeat himself with a don't ask just do it tone.

So, Garak had. He'd come. In the middle of the work day, something he's not planning on letting the Doctor forget. He'd come, and he steps inside as the door slides open, and he doesn't know what he was expecting to find here, but it certainly wasn't... this.

Julian is sitting on the floor by the coffee table, the infant Kirayoshi cradled securely in one arm. He also has what appears to be a plastic crown on his head, which is several sizes too small, and perches awkwardly atop his hair. The older of the O'Brien offspring, Molly, is sitting beside him, in what Garak would guess is a human princess costume, all shiny fabric and very, very pink.

Garak comes to pause, considering the scene before him. There are little plastic teacups and plates set out. A few larger plush toys are also around the table, with teacups and plates of their own. It's quite the little set up.

"Good morning, Doctor. Molly," He greets, turning a quizzical raised brow on Julian, "Might I ask why I was called here?"

Julian gives him a look that is very, very tired. "Good morning, Mr. Garak," He replies, "You were called here because you have been invited to Princess Molly's tea party." He informs him.

"Tea party?" Garak echoes.

"I'll explain later," Julian tells him, "Just come sit." He gestures to an open space at the other end of the coffee table.

"Wait!" Molly pipes up, quickly standing. Julian winces at her volume, quietly shushing her as he looks at Kirayoshi, who appears to be sleeping. Garak turns his attention to the child, who holds her head up high and informs him, "You have to bow first."

Garak considers her for a moment. He catches Julian stop himself from laughing in the corner of his eye. Of course, Garak knows about royalty systems, so he knows what a princess is. And he can't imagine himself bowing to one, but Molly has a very stern look on her very little face, and he has a feeling he's in for a fight if he doesn't comply.

He bows. Dramatically, with a flourish. Molly giggles, and the sound is... pleasing.

"Thank you for the invitation, Princess," Garak bids her, continuing to play along as he straightens himself, "May I...?" He gestures to the open seat.

Molly, to his surprise, shakes her head. "Not there," She tells him, "You have to sit with Uncle Julian. Miss Flutterhooves will move." She gestures at the plush sitting on Julian's opposite side- an equine, if he remembers his Earth animals correctly, except this one is... purple, and it has a shiny silver horn protruding from its forehead.

He goes with it. Why not, at this point? He's clearly not getting out of this. "Of course," He says agreeable, stepping closer. Since the plush toy can't move, for obvious reasons, he gently picks it up, "Pardon me, Miss... Flutterhooves," He shoots Julian a quick glance, who nods approvingly, and he proceeds with moving the toy to the open spot at the end of table, and then going to take his own seat beside Julian. He shuffles in as much as possible, awkwardly crossing his legs and trying to keep his knees from tucking under the table, "There we are. This is... very lovely." He compliments as he settles into a somewhat-comfortable position.

"Very lovely," Julian agrees, looking at Molly, "You've done a wonderful job, Princess Molly."

Molly gives Julian a pleased little smile. "Thank you!" She squeaks. Then she suddenly perks up again, like she's heard something, "Oh! I have to go get the tea. It's done sleeping." She stands and, tucking up her skirts like a proper lady, she hurries off to go and... wake the tea, apparently.

"Steeping," Julian offers, as Garak gives him a confused look, "She means steeping."

Garak nods. That doesn't explain... anything else that's going on here. "Tea party?" He asks. Again.

"An old Earth game, of sorts," Julian replies, "Human children commonly pretend to hold tea parties, usually with their parents and their toys involved. Hence," He gestures around the table with his free hand, "All this."

"I see," Garak says, "And I was invited, why...?"

Julian suddenly won't make eye contact. "Molly insisted," He tells him, quick and clearly not the entire truth, "And I just got Kirayoshi to sleep for the first time all day, so I wasn't about to risk Molly getting upset and waking him," He does look at Garak again, this time with a surprising amount of desperation for a man sitting in front of a plastic teacup, with a plastic crown on his head, "He cried for three. Hours. Garak." He stresses each word, exhaustion and desperation oozing from every syllable.

Garak knows of the infant's tendency towards tears. He has no idea how Kirayoshi manages to wail for so long, considering how tiny his lungs are, but he's been able to hear the shrieking from across the promenade.

"I'm not sure the Chief would approve my being here," He points out, "Or Mrs. O'Brien, for that matter."

"I won't tell if you won't. Just play along," Julian implores him, "That's all I ask, just play along. Molly is very sweet, and also very stubborn, and I promise you I'll make it up to you if you just humour her." He's very nearly begging.

Garak has seen Julian less desperate in active crisis situations. He sighs, making a point to be melodramatic about it. "Very well, my dear," He agrees, "I suppose I can find it in myself to play along with the whims of a little girl. What's the worst that could happen?"

"Don't invite that on yourself," Julian warns, "You haven't seen her when she's cranky."

At that moment, Molly returns. In her hands she carries a teapot that matches her teacups, and she proudly brings it to the table and sets it down in the middle of everything. "Ta-da!" She announces, prompting Julian to gently shush her again, "Tea time!" She does not heed his shushing, "Want the first cup, Uncle Julian?" She asks, holding the pot out to him.

Just like that, Julian is smiling again. "I would love the first cup, Princess Molly," He says. He holds the teacup up, and it's comically small in his hand, "Thank you very much."

Molly tips the teapot forward. No actual tea comes out. Still, she holds it like that for a few seconds, before she tips it back. "There you go!" She chirps. Right, pretend. She turns her smile on Garak, and offers him the pot, "Tea?"

Garak delicately picks the teacup up by the handle, which he has to pinch between two claws. "I would be honoured," He says, laying it on thick. Molly pours the pretend tea into his cup, and he gives her his most winning smile, "Thank you, Princess."

Molly goes around the table, pouring tea for the other guests. Garak resists the urge to comment on the teapot apparently being bottomless, and instead glances at Julian. "Uncle Julian?" He questions, an amused smirk curling on his face.

"I'm her favourite uncle." Julian grins.

"I'm sure," Garak murmurs. Molly retakes her seat, and he turns to her, "Ah, Princess, allow me," He reaches across the table to take the teapot, and he pours her her own cup. He's not sure of the exact method to this, but he counts to 3 and then stops, and she looks satisfied, "Could I ask you a question, Princess?" He asks as he sits back, setting the pot down.

"First, cheers," Molly insists. She thrusts her cup up into the air, and Julian raises his, so Garak follows their lead. They clink their little teacups together- literally, "Clink!" She says.

"Clink." Julian echoes.

"Clink," Garak adds. Then Molly sips, and so does Julian, so he follows. When that's done, he inquires, "May I ask my question now?" Molly nods, and he smiles, "Ah, thank you. Yes, my question is, what made you invite me to the tea party, Princess Molly?"

Molly sets her teacup down. "For Uncle Julian." She replies.

Garak can see Julian looking pointedly away from him in his peripheral. "I see," He says, "And why was I invited for Uncle Julian?" He follows up.

"Cause you're married." Molly replies, like it's the most obvious thing in the Quadrant.

Julian chokes on nothing. Garak's eyes widen. "Married?" He echoes. He turns to Julian, who's gone a truly impressive shade of red, right up to the tips of his ears, "Married?" He repeats.

"Yeah!" Molly says, apparently an expert on the subject, "That's what grown-ups do when they're in love! Like my mommy and daddy. You," She points at Garak, "And Uncle Julian are in love, so you're married."

"She's 5." Julian hisses under his breath, just loud enough for Garak to hear.

Garak needs to take a deep breath. He's not often truly caught off guard, but that... he feels like he's just been knocked flat on his back. Alright. Married. He can go along with that. He's certainly gone along with far worse things.

Suddenly he understands Julian's exhaustion and desperation a few moments prior.

"Well, it was... very polite of you to invite me, Princess," He manages to get out, trying to slot back into his role here, "It's nice to spend time with my... husband." That makes Julian turn even redder. He looks like he's about to start glowing.

"Mommy and daddy wanted together-time today," Molly tells him, looking oh-so-serious for a girl of 5 years old, "So you and Uncle Julian probably want together-time, too. That's what married grown ups want." She explains.

Garak can't help but chuckle. "You're very wise," He says. Because she isn't... wrong. When it comes to him and Julian, at least, "I did want together-time with Uncle Julian today." He admits. They were supposed to see each other for lunch today, but then Julian got called away to babysit the O'Brien children, so it was to be rescheduled. And, soft as it makes him, those lunches are truly about... the only thing he looks forward to, so, yes. He did want together-time, as she put it, with Julian.

Molly glances at Julian, and then she leans over the table. "He did, too," She whispers, except it's very loud, and Julian can obviously hear her, "He told me he missed your lunchtime."

Garak glances at Julian, who's again very much not looking at him. He can't help but melt, just a bit, just enough to soften up. "Did he now?" He hums, "Well, that's alright. We have this tea party, don't we?" He puts his hand on the table, holding it out to Julian.

Julian looks at his hand. Then looks up at him, all round eyes and surprise. And then he smiles, all warm and affectionate. "That we do." He says, taking Garak's hand and giving it a squeeze.

"Ew," Molly pulls a face, "You're being gross like mommy and daddy."

Julian snorts a laugh. Garak chuckles. They let go of their hands and go back to their teacups, following Molly's lead as she sips at air again. Then she insists on refilling their cups, and they sit back and let her.

Julian's hand finds his on the floor. Garak takes it, brushes his thumb over Julian's knuckles. They exchange a private look, a small smile, Julian still red in the cheeks.

Maybe this isn't such a bad way to spend an afternoon, after all.

[ssreeder]

i forgot did we ever figure out why Zuko has trauma with sweets?

does he have trauma with sweets?

[theriverbeyond]

I think Harrow might actually like tea with milk and sugar but I bet John is one of those insufferable pretentious assholes who goes on about how you’re altering the flavor profile and there’s no point even drinking it with milk or sweetener because it’s not the real experience. So she’s just being forced to drink strong unsweetened tea after being on a diet of one thing for almost her whole life. One of his many crimes tbh Justice for Harrow

this is actually what my mother did and for 19 long years I was convinced tea was a disgusting and frankly horrible experience that everyone was simply lying through their teeth about. I assumed that boba milk tea was like, an entirely different beverage (i was stupid). anyway. I HAVE LEARNED

[pcktknife]

looks like we got a brit on our hands…

CAUSE I DRINK TEA??? IM FROM THE SOUTH

[myfandomrealitea]

Here's a tea you deserve it 🍵

very very appreciated

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

The Suguru drabble is just so warm, so cosy so welcoming as I bet Suguru's hoodie feels like. It's so comforting, so much love and tenderness just wrapped up in words that I can't even fully describe how much I adore it!

I'll always admire just how well you implant emotions and feelings into your writing, how well you can make us envision the sights and feel sensations, to implant ourselves into the scenario you've created.

It's really something that I'll probably keep coming back to whenever I don't feel well.

anon!!!!! T_T my baby!!!!!!!!

thank you sm for reading first of all!!!!!!! i’m so, so happy you liked it :’3 warm and cozy and comfy is exactly how i was hoping it’d feel!!!!! just like sugu’s hoodie ….. i wanna wear it so bad anon. BUT WAHH YOU’RE TOO SWEET 🥺 i’ve been feeling iffy about my writing recently, so asks and comments like this really do mean so much….. knowing it could bring you any enjoyment at all makes me feel so giddy <3333 and it’s always such a relief to me that people find my writing immersive!!! 🥺🥺

thank you thank you thank you for being so kind 🫂 if my writing can bring you some comfort when you’re feeling down then that’s genuinely all i could ask for <33333

[radio-wavelengths2]

I'm sorry- 400ft????

Also my 30ft oc (AZ, any pronouns) will absolutely try to top Humvee. Assuming they don't get pinned first-

--sweet tea anon

Humvee refuses to bottom for anyone, so they're going to fail so fast 💔

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

Yep looks like mine got ate lol. Idk why but tumblr usually eats my request on the first attempt at sending it.

Anyways, could I prettty please request a hc for Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair, Mark Hoffman & Nathan Wallace? 🍒

Where he has a s/o who's very doting on him. Like whenever he returns from work/ chasing down a victim she insists on checking him for injuries. And if there are any injuries not letting them do anything else until she's doctored them up. Always making their favorite meals etc?

Slashers with a Doting s/o:

Thomas Hewitt x reader, Bo Sinclair x reader, Vincent Sinclair x reader, Mark Hoffman x reader, Amanda Young x reader, Nathan wallace x reader, Art the clown x reader, Albert wesker x reader, Michael Myers x reader, Billy Loomis x reader, Stu Macher x reader, Asa Emory, Jesse Cromeans

Fem reader

Warnings: slight spoilers for the slashers, slight angst for Nathan

Thomas Brown Hewitt

Thomas is a touch starved man. He's never actually thought that he would even have a significant other.

He's always had fantasies and dreams of eventually finding someone to settle down with and eventually starting a family. You made his dreams an reality.

Thomas adores how much you care for him. From the little notes you write him with his lunches all the way to the way you massage his sore muscles after a long day of supplying meat for the family.

The only issue that Thomas would have is not wanting you around while he's butchering the meat because you're too angelic to see him doing such.

Bo Sinclair

Bo isn't used to anyone being doting to him. The most doting Bo has experienced was from his twin but never with anyone else.

At first, Bo would be frustrated with how doting you are. Especially growing up the way Bo did, it caused him to have a more avoidant type of attachment compared to his brothers.

He thinks that you're trying to infantize him at the beginning, or trying to "demasculine him." Bo's the type to patch himself up, even Vincent has to force Bo to let him patch his wounds up.

Once he gets used to your doting nature, Bo would drink it up. Not only does your doting nature makes him feel loved, it also helps with luring victims with your "doting house wife" role.

Vincent Sinclair

While Bo's childhood has been on the physically abusive side, Vincent was more so emotionally abused. Yes, Vincent was the favorite child, but he also was forced to hide his scars from a young age by Trudy under the guise of not wanting to upset her by showing his face.

With your doting affection, it made Vincent short circuit because of the fact that you were doing this even though you've seen and know about his scars.

Vincent adores how you always make sure that he eats and stays hydrated while he's working. He even loves how you try to coax him into going to bed and rest after him working non stop for a couple days.

He wouldn't want you around when he "preps" his sculptures because he couldn't afford the possibility of one of then escaping and hurting you, his angel. But if he ends up getting injuries, he would let you take care of it.

Mark Hoffman

Mark has spent a lot of his life before becoming Jigsaw's apprentice taking care of himself and of his sister (until she died). He's not the one to really know how to react to having a doting significant other.

Given the life he's living, your doting nature gives him an escape from the darkness he's been engulfed in. If you're not another one of John's apprentices, you're most likely ignorant to what he does when he's not with you.

The excuses he gets whenever he comes home with injuries would be "work related." Mark would let you tend his wounds once the both of you have been together for a long while. It's not because he doesn't trust you, the reason is similiar to Bo, he doesn't want to weak around you because he is a detective after all.

Mark will protect you at all costs. He's already lost all of his family, he's not going to lose you.

Amanda Young

Amanda isn't used to having people doting her. The closest she's had was John and he was a father figure to her.

With you, Amanda thought that you were an angel sent for her. With how much you show her your love by the small things like making sure she eats, helping her through her recovery as an addict, making sure she's taken care off when she's not around you.

Amanda allows you to help her if she ends up getting hurt. The only thing that Amanda doesn't like is when you look at the scars from her using.

Just like with Mark, Amanda wouldn't want you to know about her double life and would do anything to protect you from the cops. It doesn't matter if you're an apprentice as well, Amanda is going to protect you no matter what.

Nathan wallace

Nathan has been pretty much touch starved and alone since the death of Marni. He's more than used to taking care of himself and Shilo.

It took a lot to let you in, both romantically and knowing of his secret repoman life. You in a lot of ways reminded Nathan of Marni because of how much you take care of both him and Shilo.

Nathan loves how both you and Shilo get along, helping her through the rough patches between the two of them. The both of you know that you will never be able to be Marni but Nathan hopes that she would be okay with you being in both him and Shilo's lives.

Nathan feels comfortable knowing that if anything happens to him that Shilo would have you there for guidance, love, and support.

Art the clown

Art is a rather touchy kind of person. This man probably has never been doted on in his existence. It's obvious that the only that that's keeping Art alive is some sort of dark diety.

Art is one of the very few people on this list that would gladly accept his significant other taking care of him. It doesn't matter how good or bad you are at cooking, it's way better that the food in the dumpsters that Art eats (or faces? Who am I to judge?)

It's a miracle that you're still alive around Art. The whole tending to Art's wounds wouldn't be needed but Art does appreciate when you clean the blood off his costume.

Being with Art and cleaning the amount of blood on his costume, you probably have a real good idea on what he does when he's not being taken care of at your house. Do you really want to potentially gamble on your life by asking?

Albert wesker

Wesker, depending on how long have you been with him would determine what ways you're doting towards him. If it's during his S.T.A.R.S days, he loves how you are always home to take care of him after the missions and trainings.

S.T.A.R.S Wesker would reluctantly allow his significant other to tend to his wounds after his missions, even give you a few flirty jabs if he's shirtless while you tend to him.

Wesker secretly enjoys having his significant other massage all the tense muscles of his shoulders and back. This is a common thing for both pre and post mutated Wesker.

Once Wesker becomes mutated, the healing his wounds wouldn't be needed because of the superior healing but he does find it nice when you stitch up any of his torn clothes.

Michael Myers

Michael hasn't been doted on since probably when he was a small kid before being institutionalized.

Similar to Art, Michael's diet before you was whatever he could kill and eat and that it doesn't matter what your skill level is when it comes to cooking, it's better than what he's eaten before.

It takes a lot for Michael to trust you enough to both see his face under the mask and for you to tend to his wounds after a night of killing. Once he trusts you, Michael would stay perfectly still while you quickly tend to him.

Michael would be shocked when you either gift him a new knife after noticing how his old one was failing him or if you cleaned and sharpened his knife for him.

Billy Loomis

Given that Billy has abandonment issues from his mother and to an extent, his father, Billy has a hard time truly letting someone in romantically. He usually uses his relationships to either make him look innocent or as side relationships to give him what he wants (i.e. sex)

It takes Billy a long time for him to get used to how caring and doting you are. Billy is similar to Bo when it comes to the Avoidant attachment style, often times getting agitated that you're babying him when the both of you were at the beginning stages of the relationship.

Once he's completely used to your doting ways, Billy will soak up the doting nature. Especially when it comes to you cooking hid favorite meals and making sure he's practicing self care.

Billy may not be vocal about his appreciation for you doting on him, he truly does appreciate how much you care for him . He wouldn't talk about his Ghostface side but you'll somehow figure it out but never said anything about him being a Ghostface.

Stu Macher

Stu was both lucky and unlucky to have the childhood he has. He has money to support himself while his parents are on business trips but he's never really experienced having someone dote on him as much as you

Seeing how caring and and doting you are, Stu instantly soaks up the attention you give him. This man loves it when you bake for him. Stu has a sweet tooth for your home made cookies and brownies and it makes his day when you give him a plate of your baked goods.

It's a possibility that you know about his Ghostface side. Or at least have suspicions of something going on because of the amount of bruises and scratches he has on his body that you've seen.

It's almost funny to see Stu make up a story about how he got the newest set of bruises on his skin. You decide to act like you believe his stories because you can see that Stu is hiding something and eventually he would spill the beans.

Asa Emory

Similiar to Jesse, Asa is all for having a significant other who's the "doting house wife" role when it comes to his day job where he's the professor.

Asa would be on the stubborn side when it comes to having his significant other taking care of his wounds because he deems it unneeded. He would probably let his significant other tend to him if he's probably passed out from blood loss or something similar.

You know about Asa's "Collector" side gig but between keeping yourself away from that business and the fear of Asa turning you into one of his pieces makes you keep quiet about the whole thing.

Asa does appreciate that you don't ask him too much about his secret life when you do have to tend to his wounds or patch up his sweaters constantly.

Jesse cromeans

Ever since the combination of the death of his late wife and nearly dying/ basically losing his physical appearance, Jesse lost any hope for anyone to even fake being with him as a front. That was until he got with you.

It takes a long time for Jesse to trust you to help tend to his face because of both Jesse not wanting you to see the full extent of his injuries and the fact that his face has became delicate for anyone to touch due to the scaring.

Jesse is all for having the "house wife" kind of significant other because it give him a more human side when it came to his "day job" and having you be there after his trips makes Jesse feel like he's not all monster, there's a man under a huge layer of brutality.

Unlike some of the others on the list, you do know at lease some of what Jesse does while on these trips. He wouldn't want you directly involved but he has made it so if anything happens to him, you would be safe with Spann.

[thefanciestborrower]

if you’re still wanting some n.injago stuff I wanna know what you think everyone in the main group tastes like. I think jay tastes like blue raspberry. Kai tastes like spicy noodles or salsa. Cole probably tastes like a very earthy yet protein heavy salad. Zane tasted like metal but with an undertone of vanilla icecream. Maybe nia tastes like some crazy dish you wouldn’t expect to work so well. Woo tastes like a fine wine/cheese. Etc.

Oooh, that’s an interesting question, and I really like your headcannons! Personally I see Jay tasting like blue cotton candy, Kai as a spiced cinnamon tea with maybe a little bit of orange in there, Cole is a earthy dark chocolate, Zane is absolutely metallic with the faintest hint of vanilla, Nya is more of a curry, and Wu is Baihao Yinzhen or ‘Silver Needle’ white tea (which is delicious).

As for any other characters, I see Lloyd as maybe a sweet milky matcha candy or maybe even Kabusecha green tea, Borg as tasting kind of like Japanese clear soup (a personal fave of mine), Garm.adon strikes me as maybe a Yunnan black tea, Pixal might be a kind of lavender strawberry with more of a rubbery as opposed to metallic taste, and Mis.ako could be pho with very heavy mint.

I’m not 100% on all of these, but you get the general idea lol

[teasekai]

A, C, D, E, I, J, K, L, Q, S

🩷🥺 I had to reread every single letter and the meaning, and you're being too darn sweet 🥺🙈it's making me shy what the heck 🎀😊 thank you for being in my life

[zhongrin]

I'm here to proudly say that you and your writings have inspired me to play genshin.

IMSO EXCITED SKHSBAHJAHSHSH

idk why I'm reading your genshin fics with little knowledge about genshin but THEY ARE SO GOOD !!

oh my???!?! ( ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) what an honor hsdlkfjslkdf ᰔᩚ

ad astra abyssosque, new traveler, i hope you'll enjoy your adventure in teyvat hehe ₊˚⊹

[transannabeth]

i'm slowly playing the first ace attorney trilogy and i want to read your fics but i don't know half of the characters in them. i'm on the fifth (extra?) episode of the first game. when would you say i can start reading

oh wow i'm honored that you want to read my fics!!! i'm a terrible person to ask since i started reading fanfic for ace attorney long before knowing what was going on and piecing things together (like i only saw the first two cases and a tiny bit of turnabout samurai before diving in) so i am probably not the person to ask

but!! if you care about spoilers, under the cut i organized my fics by the games they spoil up to. which made me realize how much stuff i write in one specific area

right now i think the only one you can read spoiler free is turbulent golden skies if you're staying spoiler free!! you can also read the first chapter of dedications if you'd like, though the second chapter has an aa2 character

i hope that you're enjoying the trilogy!! and rfta because it's a long case but i love what it adds to the story. i hope if you ever get the chance to read any of my fics you enjoy them!! 💞💞

the game each fic is next is where it spoils up to, aka something listed for aa3 may spoil 1 and 2 as well as possible spoilers for the entirety of aa3!

aa1: turbulent golden skies

aa2: none whoops

aa3: the webs we weave; beautiful little fool

plvspw: birds of a feather

aai: none

aai2: next up forever (forever second in line)

aa4: final call; red tape and the pieces of youth [as of right now]; black, bitter, and a splash of cream; a foolish precedent; a turn about the thrift store (gonna find something that fits); one thousand one hundred ninety [very minor]; the safety of a dinner; stay till the a.m.; how to care for your slender palm lily; another four o'clock on a friday; cat and mouse; wildflower summers and fresh-cut bouquets [has aa5 character]; ascension, decent, and the landings in between; trust falls; phenyl oxalate ester; a little spring cleaning; inch by inch; phosphorous sulfide and the guidebooks we set ablaze; an experimentation in thermal equilibrium; da capo al coda; salty ramen and the upright fool

aa5: rsvp with a plus-one

aa6: one hundred and twenty miles (plus some for backroads) [so minor. could probably be after aa5 tbh]

dgs: none

dgs 2: steep for two minutes; the hunt for an invention of much importance; till our ribs get tough