#thank you in advance 💛💛

[camilleflyingrotten]

Part 1/?

[dopethingnut]

[starsabovethesun]

For some reason the Google drive isn't working on my device, and the web links I tried aren't available in my country. Can anyone upload them privately onto YouTube or something so I can download them that way? Totally understand if you can't, just curious if anyone who had access to the thing could.

(btw when I say not working I mean that I can download it but it doesn't save the visuals. I can only hear the audio)

[i-still-mask-because]

Its barely an inconvenience to do and improves public saftey.

Thank you for submitting!

Definitely feel free to ignore this if you meant it's barely an inconvenience to you personally. Otherwise, I believe it's necessary to put it out there that masking definitely can be an inconvenience to bare for those that have a difficult time dealing with sensory issues, and I want to emphasize to anyone who does experience sensory issues when masking that there are mask & respirator alternatives that can make the experience more bearable. I list some examples here in this post.

I also want to emphasize to everyone that has not been masking that because there are people who experience sensory issues when masking as well as people who straight-up cannot mask for whatever reason, that it's extremely necessary for everyone who CAN mask TO mask so that we can protect those that can't/have a difficult time doing so.

[groovygrub]

I clicked on your blog for the pacific rim posts, got intrigued by your bio, stayed for the disturbingly large amount of shared interests and sense of humor. rock on bud 🤘⚡️

hi, friend!!! it's honestly vaguely alarming that you find my blog so relatable, but who the hell am i to object to that when i'm the one posting it?? 😅

regardless, i'm very happy to have you here!! i mainly post pacific rim and always sunny content (with an entirely unsystematic mélange of whatever else makes me laugh or fascinates me, per tumblr tradition ✨), so feel free to stick around!

thank you for this btw, asks & messages like these give me such an adrenaline rush (people probably think i'm joking when i say that but i'm not 💀)! i can't overstate how happy it makes me to know that some of the dumb shit i post might bring a tiny bit of Good to someone's day. i know i probably sound like a broken record but it's true. human connection is SO badass, dude 🤟🥲

[collisvng]

hey hey!!!! do you mind if i req skz ot8 fake texts of them finding out that idol!fem!reader's girl group is making a colllab w skz??? thank you in advance!! 💗

—cw: slight swearing/suggestiveness

—an: sorry this took my wayyyy to long to get posted, but i hope you still like it! i haven't written anything ot8 officially yet so this was a lot of fun. 💛

🧡: this is my first post back after a bit of a mental health hiatus so i hope my writing isn't too rusty 🫠

[novaursa]

hello !! do you think you can do a request where at the family dinner , aemond doesn’t do his speech but instead expresses his desire to marry reader who is rhaenyras oldest and only daughter ? and a little smut but nothing like too smutty please , if you can 💛 thank you in advance !

The Ties That Bind

Requests are closed!

- Summary: After Luke was named rightful heir to Driftmark by your grandsire, King Viserys I, during the feast, Aemond, makes a claim of his own.

- Pairing: niece!reader/Aemond Targaryen

- Note: The reader is the oldest child and only daughter of Rhaenyra.

- Rating: Explicit 18+ (just to be safe)

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne

The hall is filled with the warm glow of countless candles and the hum of lively conversation, yet you feel the tension woven beneath it all. It has been a long, arduous day. Vaemond Velaryon’s blood still stains the floor of the throne room, though servants scrubbed at it tirelessly. Your mother, Rhaenyra, sits at the high table next to your grandsire, King Viserys, her face a mask of calm, though you know well that her heart is heavy with the strain of politics, the weight of family expectations, and the ever-present danger to her children.

You sit beside her, the only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, surrounded by your younger brothers. Luke, who has just been named heir to Driftmark, smiles hesitantly at you, as though seeking reassurance. Jace offers him a comforting smile, but you know well enough that the blow of Vaemond’s death still lingers in their minds. Across the table, Alicent Hightower’s gaze flits between her children and your family, her brow furrowing as if anticipating what will come next.

Aemond sits at the far end of the table, quiet, yet his presence is like a storm gathering on the horizon. He catches your eye now and then, though you look away, pretending to focus on the feast laid out before you. You’ve known him since childhood, grown alongside him in the shadow of the Red Keep, but something has changed in the last few years. He’s no longer the boy you remembered—he’s a man now, hardened, sharp, and dangerous.

You can feel his gaze, heavy on you, even as he lifts his cup to his lips, the sharp planes of his face cast in shadow by the flickering candlelight. The toasts are made, starting with the King, who, despite his frailty, speaks with a warmth and hopefulness that rings hollow in the tension-laden room.

“Let us be one house,” Viserys says, raising his goblet with a trembling hand. “Let us honor our blood, our traditions. For the good of the realm.”

The silence that follows his words is filled with unspoken promises and buried grudges. You swallow down the bitter taste of wine, wishing for the feast to end, for the night to be over. But just as you think you can retreat into your own thoughts, Aemond stands.

All eyes turn to him.

There’s a palpable shift in the room. You feel it in your bones as you watch him, tall and imposing, his one good eye gleaming in the firelight. He raises his cup, and for a moment, you think he will speak words meant to inflame, to goad your brothers like he did once before. But his gaze does not shift to Jace or Luke. Instead, it lingers on you.

“I have a few words of my own,” Aemond begins, his voice smooth yet commanding, cutting through the murmur of the hall. The silence that falls is heavy. “My family, my kin,” he pauses, glancing around the room, “I wish to honor my blood tonight. And in doing so, I wish to speak of marriage.”

A murmur ripples through the guests, uncertain and shocked. Your heart pounds in your chest, faster with every breath as his words sink in. He cannot mean…

“I speak not of mere alliances for political gain,” Aemond continues, and his gaze finally locks with yours. “I speak of love.”

The entire hall seems to still. Your mother stiffens beside you, and you feel the weight of her hand on your arm. Alicent watches her son with narrowed eyes, while Helaena seems to shrink into her chair, confused. Daemon, seated across from you, raises a brow in interest, though he does not seem surprised.

“I have long admired you, niece,” Aemond says, and there is an intensity in his voice now, an edge that makes your heart skip a beat. “You are the embodiment of Targaryen blood—strong, proud, unyielding. It is my wish to wed you, to unite our houses in the truest sense.”

The breath catches in your throat. The words hang in the air like a blade, cutting through the festering tension. You glance at your mother, who looks torn between fury and shock. Her gaze is steel, but beneath it, you can sense her worry. This is not what anyone expected.

For a moment, the world seems to tilt. You, a daughter of Rhaenyra, the rightful queen, proposed to by Aemond, the man who once took Vhagar and burned with resentment for your family.

King Viserys coughs, breaking the silence, and forces a smile. “An admirable proposal, Aemond. It... it seems fitting.” His words are strained, as though unsure whether to accept or reject the offer.

Your own voice is caught in your throat, uncertain of what to say. The looks on your brothers’ faces tell you all you need to know—they hate the idea, but they can do nothing but seethe in silence. The politics of the realm are far more dangerous than personal feelings.

Later, when the feast has ended, you find yourself walking alone in the gardens outside the castle, seeking the solace of the night air. The moon is full, casting everything in silver. The tension of the hall still buzzes in your mind, and you wonder what your life would be like if you accepted Aemond’s proposal.

The sound of footsteps approaches, and you turn to see him, his pale hair catching the moonlight like spun silk. Aemond’s face is unreadable, but there’s something in his gaze, something raw and yearning.

“You left without saying a word,” he says softly, his voice far gentler than it had been during his speech.

“I needed time to think,” you reply, your heart beating faster as he steps closer.

He studies you, his eye trailing over your face, as though he’s memorizing every detail. “Do you hate me for it?” he asks, his voice barely more than a whisper.

You shake your head, though you don’t know if you’re lying to him or to yourself. “I don’t know what to think.”

His hand reaches for yours, and though you should pull away, you don’t. His touch is warm, steady, despite the cold night. “I meant every word I said, Y/N.”

“I’m not a prize to be claimed,” you say, but there’s no venom in your words.

“I don’t see you as such,” Aemond replies, his voice soft and sincere. “I see you as my equal. My match in every way.”

The silence between you stretches, filled with the unspoken tension that has existed for years. And before you can stop yourself, you close the distance between you. Your lips meet his, hesitant at first, but then the dam breaks. There’s no more uncertainty, no more doubt. The kiss deepens, and Aemond pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you with an intensity that leaves you breathless.

When you part, the air between you is charged, and before you know it, you’re leading him to your chambers, your steps quick and urgent. Inside, the room is dimly lit, the fire casting long shadows. The moment the door closes behind you, Aemond is upon you, his lips crashing against yours, his hands roaming over your body with a hunger that matches your own.

The rest of the world fades away as you pull him closer, your hands tangled in his silver hair. His touch is all-consuming, his mouth claiming yours in a way that leaves you dizzy. When you fall into the bed together, there’s nothing left but the sound of your breathing, the feel of his skin against yours, the taste of him on your lips.

He moves over you, his touch both gentle and fierce, as though he’s trying to memorize every inch of you. And when he finally enters you, it’s with a tenderness you hadn’t expected. The world shatters and rebuilds itself around the two of you, your bodies moving in sync, as though this was inevitable, as though this was always meant to be.

When it’s over, you lie together in the dim light, his arms wrapped around you, your head resting against his chest. The weight of what’s happened lingers between you, but there’s no regret. Not now.

[pansylair]

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[mylovesstuffs]

Little Hands, Big Hearts — Lee Seokmin

Genre: Non-idol au-ish, babysitter au and rom-com

Pairing: Seokmin × fem!reader

Content: Friends-to-lovers (?), babysitter & hot uncle, found family, single parent vibes (but he’s actually just an uncle), mutual pining, jealousy but cute, domestic fluff, protective love interest, small Joshua cameo (no dialogue), idol life elements (seokmin’s busy schedules), “i want to be someone important to you” confession

Word count: 2140 words

A/N: I actually had something else planned for his birthday, something much longer and (hopefully) better but Tumblr decided to be a piece of shit, and I physically cannot format it all in one sitting without losing my mind. So maybe next month (or the month after, knowing my luck). Anyway, when I realized mere hours before Dokyeom’s birthday, mind you—that my original post wasn’t happening, I had to speed-write this incredibly cliché thing instead. Am I satisfied with it? Absolutely not. Are we running with it anyway? Absolutely yes.

Huge, massive, life-saving thanks to @gyubakeries !!! I swear you are the only reason this got beta-ed last minute. I hope your pillows stay cold on both sides forever, your WiFi never betrays you, and you obliterate your exams. Ilysm, truly. I was fighting for my life with this schedule, and then Tumblr came in and delivered the final boss battle. But anyway happy belated birthday, DK! May your high notes always soar, your jokes always land, and your days be filled with nothing but love and warmth. Love you endlessly, you absolute gem of a human being! 💛🎉 And sorry in advance for whatever this is.

Babysitting wasn’t exactly the most glamorous job in the world but it paid the bills. Plus, you genuinely enjoyed spending time with kids. That’s why, when your friend recommended you to a new client who needed an occasional babysitter for his niece, you said yes without hesitation.

What you didn’t expect was that the ‘uncle’ you’d be working for was Lee Seokmin, the bright, cheerful vocalist of SEVENTEEN.

The first time you met him, he nearly tripped over the couch trying to grab his niece’s stuffed bunny before she could burst into tears. His energy was exactly what you imagined from someone who spent most of his time performing on stage.

“Hi! I’m Dokyeom,” he said, flashing a beaming smile that was so radiant it could rival the sun. “Thank you so much for helping out. I’d do it myself, but—”

“—You have a busy idol schedule,” you finished for him.

He blinked. “Yeah…exactly.”

His niece, Hana, was an absolute angel. She had his same bright smile and she grew fond of you immediately. You spent the next few weeks looking after her whenever Seokmin was busy with schedules and little by little, you saw different sides of him.

He wasn’t just the loud, happy-go-lucky guy everyone knew. He was also a doting uncle who could lull Hana to sleep with soft hums of ‘Circles’, and a surprisingly good cook when he had the time.

One night after a particularly long day, Seokmin returned home just as you were tidying up Hana’s toys. He let out an exaggerated sigh and collapsed onto the couch, covering his face with a pillow.

“Long day?”

“You have no idea,” he groaned, voice muffled. “But I kept thinking about Hana and—” He hesitated. “—and wondering if she gave you a hard time.”

You smiled. “She was great, as always. Though, she did insist I tell her a bedtime story about ‘Uncle Min and the Princess.’”

Seokmin peeked out from behind the pillow, eyes twinkling with interest. “Oh? And what happened in this story?”

You shrugged, playing along. “Well, Uncle Min was a very silly prince who made the princess laugh all the time.”

“Sounds accurate.”

“But then he got lost in a giant castle of laundry and the princess had to help him find his way out.”

Seokmin laughed, sitting up. “Okay, that part is true. My laundry pile is terrifying.”

The conversation melted into comfortable silence, the only sound being the soft breathing of Hana sleeping in the other room. After a moment, Seokmin glanced at you with a thoughtful look on his face.

“You’re really good with her,” he said softly. “I—uh, I really appreciate you.”

You felt warmth creep up your neck. “It’s my job.”

“I know, but…I think Hana really loves you.” He smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. “And I can see why.”

Your heart did a tiny flip at the way he looked at you, gentle and sincere. You quickly busied yourself with putting away the last of Hana’s toys, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way your face heated up.

Maybe Hana wasn’t the only one growing attached.

The weeks turned into months and before you knew it, babysitting Hana had become a regular part of your life and so had Seokmin.

You didn’t realize when the small moments started meaning more, when you started looking forward to his late-night returns just to chat about your day or when you found yourself laughing a little too much at his terrible dad jokes. Seokmin was always there. Bringing you snacks before he left for work. Texting to ask if Hana was behaving. Staying up an extra ten minutes just to keep you company before you left for the night. It was easy. It was natural. It was dangerous.

Because one evening after you put Hana to bed, Seokmin walked you to the door like he always did but this time, he hesitated.

“I, uh…I have a day off tomorrow,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hana’s been asking to go to the park and I figured…maybe you could come too?”

You blinked. “You want me to come? You don’t need a babysitter tomorrow.”

“I know,” he said, smiling sheepishly. “But I thought it’d be fun if we all hung out together. Y’know, as…friends.”

Friends. Right.

You ignored the way your heart did a stupid little flip and nodded. “Okay. That sounds fun.”

-

“Push me, push me!” she squealed.

You laughed, helping her up. “Okay, okay! But what about Uncle Min?”

Hana turned to Seokmin and pouted. “Uncle Min is too slow!”

Seokmin gasped-pouted. “Betrayal! How could you?”

Hana just giggled and you couldn’t help but shake your head. “She’s not wrong, though.”

Seokmin narrowed his eyes at you. “Oh, you’re in trouble now.”

Before you could react, he scooped you up, yes, actually lifted you off the ground and spun you in a circle.

You shrieked. “SEOKMIN! PUT ME DOWN!”

“Nope! You insulted my speed, now you must pay the price!”

Hana clapped her hands, cheering. “Again! Again!”

When he finally set you down, you were breathless from both laughter and the way his arms had felt way too strong around you. It was hot.

"You’re absolutely something else,” you muttered, smoothing your clothes.

Seokmin just grinned, completely unfazed.

The day continued with moments like that, Seokmin challenging you to silly races, losing horribly at rock-paper-scissors to Hana, and stealing your ice cream just to see you pout and somewhere in between all the teasing, the laughter, and the stolen glances, you felt something change. Maybe it was when Hana fell asleep in your lap during lunch and Seokmin just sat there watching with a soft unreadable expression. Or maybe it was when he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and said, ‘You’re really amazing with her. She adores you.’

Maybe it was just him.

And you were starting to fall.

You should have known that nothing could stay simple when Lee Seokmin was involved. Seokmin wasn’t just ‘Hana’s uncle’ anymore. He wasn’t just the funny, sunshine-filled idol who stumbled into fatherly duties with zero experience but a whole lot of love. He was…Seokmin. Your Seokmin. (Not that he actually was. But he could be. If only you were brave enough to admit what you were feeling.)

One evening after another long day of babysitting, you found yourself lingering. You weren’t sure why, because Seokmin had already come home, Hana was fast asleep, and yet…you just didn’t want to leave yet.

Seokmin sat on the couch, running a tired hand through his hair. He looked exhausted—schedules had been brutal lately but when he saw you standing awkwardly near the door, he smiled anyway.

“Leaving?” he asked, voice soft as usual.

“I…should,” you said, shifting on your feet but you didn’t move.

Seokmin noticed. Instead of saying anything, he patted the empty space next to him, an invitation. You hesitated for about three seconds before giving in.

As soon as you sat down, Seokmin sighed and leaned his head against your shoulder. Your heart nearly stopped.

“Just for a second,” he murmured, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. “I’m too tired to sit up straight.”

You should have told him to sit properly. You should have shoved him off before you lost your mind. Instead, you sat there frozen, too aware of his warmth, his scent, the soft rise and fall of his breathing.

“Hey.”

You hummed in response, too scared to actually speak.

“I was thinking,” Seokmin said, voice still quiet, still sleepy. “I like spending time with you. A lot.”

Your breath hitched.

“You’re great with Hana,” he continued, eyes still closed. “And I always feel better when you’re around.” He suddenly sat up and faced you, his expression unreadable. “And…I think—” He swallowed. “I think I—”

BANG.

A loud noise from Hana’s room made both of you jump apart.

Seokmin was on his feet instantly. “Hana?”

The moment was gone.

He rushed to check on his niece, leaving you sitting there, heart pounding, mind racing, stomach doing cartwheels. What had he been about to say? And why were you so scared to find out?

A few days later, you were out shopping when you ran into your ex. It wasn’t a big deal. Really, it wasn’t.

He was just some guy called Joshua from years ago and the relationship had ended on neutral terms. He saw you, waved, and you exchanged some small talk before parting ways. Simple. Harmless. Totally normal. But when you got back to Seokmin’s apartment, you knew something was off. He was acting weird. Not his usual ‘I just tripped over air’ weird. Weirder. Quieter. Sulkier.

And then as you were helping Hana with her drawing, he suddenly blurted out, “Who was that guy?”

“What?” You blinked animatedly.

“At the mall,” he said, not looking at you. “I saw you talking to some guy.”

Oh. “An ex,” you said simply. “It wasn’t a big deal.”

Seokmin nodded slowly, lips pressed together. “You seemed happy talking to him.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you…jealous?”

“Me? Pfft. No.” He scoffed, crossing his arms. “Why would I be jealous? I mean, we’re just—you’re just—”

You waited. He struggled.

Finally, he groaned, rubbing his face. “Okay. Maybe I’m a little jealous.”

Your heart did a very unhelpful little flip.

Seokmin exhaled and looked at you. “I don’t want to be just ‘Hana’s uncle’ to you,” his breath caught. “I want to be someone important to you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “The way you’re important to me.”

Silence. Your brain screamed at you to say anything but before you could, a tiny voice interrupted.

“Uncle Min,” Hana said, tugging his sleeve. “Stop making her sad.”

Both of you turned to her.

Seokmin paled. “I—I made her sad?”

Hana pouted. “She looks like she wants to cry.”

You did, honestly. But not for the reason she thought. Because finally, finally, you had your answer.

You swallowed hard and forced a smile, ruffling Hana’s hair to distract yourself. “I’m not sad, sweetheart. Your uncle just…surprised me.”

Hana looked between the two of you with that suspicious little squint of hers. Then she sighed dramatically, shaking her head. “Grown-ups are weird,” she muttered before skipping off to continue coloring.

Seokmin chuckled but when his gaze returned to you. “Hey,” he said. “Are you okay?”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “Yeah. Just…processing.”

Seokmin nodded slowly. “Take your time.”

And just like that, he gave you an out. No pressure. No expectations. Just him, waiting, hoping. Maybe that was what made you nervous the most.

-

A week passed and things were almost normal again. Except now, you were hyper-aware of everything Seokmin did. It was getting too much so when Zhang, one of your childhood friends, texted you out of the blue asking to catch up over coffee, you jumped at the chance. It was not a date and you made that very clear. But Seokmin didn’t get the memo.

When he saw you getting ready, actually putting in effort, wearing something cute, doing your hair, he panicked.

“Where are you going?” he asked, pretending to be casual about it.

You glanced at him. “Just meeting a friend for coffee.”

Seokmin squinted. “A friend?”

“Yeah.”

“A male friend?”

You smirked. “Why does that matter?”

“It doesn’t,” he said too quickly.

You bit back a laugh. “Seokmin. Are you jealous again?”

“No.” He crossed his arms. “I just…I just think you should be careful! What if this guy has bad intentions? What if he—”

“Zhang is married,” you interrupted, amused. “To a man.”

“Oh.”

You grinned. “Were you about to ask me not to go?”

He opened his mouth, closed it, then groaned, rubbing his face. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” You patted his cheek. Big mistake.

Because the second your fingers touched his skin, he grabbed your wrist, holding you in place. Your breath hitched. For a moment, neither of you moved. Neither of you breathed. Then, softly, so softly you almost missed it, Seokmin said, “If I asked you out, would you say yes?”

Your heart literally stopped.

He was still holding your wrist, thumb brushing absentmindedly against your pulse. If he could feel how fast it was beating, he wouldn't have to ask anything.

Slowly, you met his gaze. “Would you actually ask?”

He didn't say anything at first but responded a few seconds later, “Maybe.” His lips twitched. “Depends on if you’d say yes.”

You exhaled a laugh, shaking your head. “You’re so dumb.”

“And you still haven’t answered.”

You rolled your eyes but your smile gave you away. “Yeah, idiot. I’d say yes.”

Seokmin beamed. “Cool, cool. So, uh…” He cleared his throat. “Wanna go on a date tomorrow?”

You grinned. “Yeah. I do.”

⌦ 🌻 © mylovesstuffs | est. 2025. thank you for reading—your reblog means everything. until we meet again, stay cozy and keep dreaming! ◜ᴗ◝

[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

The AU public posting will resume on December 29th, Friday, at 6pm PST as usual.

If you can't wait that long, both EP 1 and EP 2 are available NOW on my Patreon:

(I would like to thank in advance all those who already DO support me on Patreon - your generosity makes it possible for me to actually draw these comics! 💛 Without Patreon support, I'd likely have to pick up another job, which would mean no time for comics.)

[vavoom-sorted-art]

you and I, we're alive

⚠️ How do we turn on the light? chapter 20 spoilers! ⚠️

"Crowley kisses him back. He always kisses him back, which is where it starts and ends—he never advances with his own hunger, his own teeth, never reaches up to pull Aziraphale closer, never lingers when Aziraphale inevitably pulls away. His eyes are closed when Aziraphale does, brows drawn tightly together, his stubble rough where Aziraphale’s fingers are brushing his jaw, his cheek. Slowly, incredibly careful, he opens his eyes. The yellow-gold pools are rippling, too, glittering damply in the low light..." 

the following comic is a collab between yours truly and @maroogaly who did the amazing coloring for this 3-page comic based on @moonyinpisces' breathtaking post Season 2 fic how do we turn on the light?

Thank you maroo for lending me your coloring skills, it came out amaaazing 💛

[icedbeverageenjoyer]

HOLY CRAP YOUR DOMINATOR AU SHOULD ACTUALLY BE CANON, THE WAY ALL OF THE PLOT HOLES LEFT BY THE END OF THE WHOLE ARC HAVE ALL BEEN SO BEAUTIFULLY RESOLVED ACTUALLY MAKES ME SO HAPPY I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

If I can add on a bit, I think that a bit of tari’s past should be woven into your arc, because I’ve had a headcanon rotting in my brain where she was created by mr Puzzles as a highly advanced virus, but ended up learning too much and fled to smg4’s world in order to live a better life and was just curious if you’d like to add this to your amazing au :] no problem tho, and I hope you have a nice day!

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AAAAAA THANK UU SO MUCH!!!! 💛🧡💖💛💖🧡💛💖🧡💛 I'm still so surprised and happy when I see people say they enjoy my writing!! Hope everyone reading this has a wonderful day as well!! 💛🧡💖

That's actually a pretty cool way to connect the two! But I should probably watch Meta Runner before I start thinking of her backstory. Still, the dynamic between her and Mr. Puzzles is a big part of the AU!

While she's not tied to him directly, both of them are technological geniuses. He is a hardware engineer while she is a software developer, and both have managed to create the same reality shifting technology in their own separate ways.

Thing is, she isn't aware of the extent of her powers just yet (made obvious by the fact she learned about Clench relatively recently) and so she doesn't show up on Mr. Puzzles' radar until she brought down the simulation in Western Spaghetti.

She is the only one who can beat him at his own game with his own weapons. She just doesn't know it yet. 🐦📺

[helldivers-2]

Message from Arrowhead Game Studios:

“Today we updated our backend and we have encountered an error that is affecting planet liberation rates, causing them to skyrocket. While we know this is fun, we also know that it is breaking the Galactic War mechanic itself.

In short, this is harming the game experience and will have detrimental effects on the war mechanic in the future.

We have made the decision to pause the Galactic War temporarily until this is fixed. We’re already starting the process, but we do not yet have an ETA for this fix. You will still be able to play Helldivers 2, but you cannot make any contributions to liberating planets or advancing the War.

This is our mistake and we own it. We are not going to revert any of the damage done by this error, however, so your major order victory is still secure.

We will keep you updated as soon as we have more information!

As always, thank you for being patient and understanding, Helldivers. 💛”

[chibinasuu]

Thousand Sunny Slice-of-Life Series | Masterlist

Hello! Ever wondered what it would be like to sail on the Thousand Sunny on regular days when the Straw Hat Crew is not saving entire kingdoms and all that? Well, this series is for you!

This is a collection of domestic, slice-of-life moments between the Reader and each member of the Straw Hat Pirates. All of the stories are one-shots and not directly related to one another.

I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I enjoyed writing them!

All fics are GN, but written with F!Reader in mind (exception: Sanji's references reader as "lady", and Franky's uses "princess" as a nickname)

English is not my first language, so apologies in advance for any grammar mistakes

Tags: sfw, pure fluff, no use of y/n, reader is a straw hat pirate, domestic bliss onboard the sunny, platonic reader x straw hat pirates, character study

Pairings x = can be interpreted as platonic or romantic & = strictly platonic

💙 Good Mornings | Sanji x Reader

🧡 Money and Tangerines | Nami x Reader

💛 Voice Mail | Usopp x Reader

🩷 Sweet Treats | Chopper & Reader

💚 Drunken Shenanigans | Zoro x Reader

💜 On the Same Page | Robin x Reader

🖤 Happy Working Song | Brook & Reader

🤎 Steady as She Goes | Jinbe & Reader

🩵 White Noise | Franky x Reader

❤️ Captain’s Seat | Luffy x Reader

update: oh wow, can’t believe that this series has finally come to an end! this is my first project here and i didn’t really know what to expect, but it’s been such a ride! all the likes, reblogs, and comments have been very encouraging - thank you so much! i really do hope you enjoyed reading this silly little series ❤️

[accio-victuuri]

assorted fake stories ❤️💛💚

the title explains what these are, fake/fanfiction stories between them. it’s been awhile since i made something like this and i’m happy that i can share one now. none of these are real. don’t ask me to explain further or provide details — it is what it is. don’t break your brain trying to setup a timeline of when this or this happened cause a lot of these are already mentioned. also feel free to interpret it however you want. ✨

i may put a bit of commentary on some of these but the rest is pretty much understandable. the way these are written, seems to be by different OPs and somehow like contributions they are sharing.

#001

The behind-the-scenes footage was shown, but there was a video that was not. The two people were surprised when they were stabbed. B went to check the wound, but accidentally walked too fast. He was originally trying to check the wound, but he lost his balance and fell on Z, kissing Z. It was so funny and love. Believe it or not, the two people were red, red! Those who have the video have seen it.

There is also a segment of counting stars on the rooftop that has not been played (to be supplemented by me). There is audio, but no video. The audio is very sweet. They spent the Lantern Festival in 2021 together, and did not miss any important festivals.

B and Z both talked privately about how B had lost his temper in the backstage of SDC and at work. The fans behind the SDC show were really fierce, and he was really angry. He complained more than once that he was speechless. He actually gave tickets to CPZJIE before he met her.

Another time was in TTXs backstage. Help me, this is a true story. A fan shouted to B in the backstage, "Brother, I love you. Be nice to Brother Z." Oh my god, the whole backstage was silent, the atmosphere was so depressing, B's face turned black quickly, the staff quickly took the girl away, everyone was so embarrassed, the people around B said that they were helpless, some fans were too crazy, they really didn't know the occasion, and they always didn't know what was going on.

When we were singing our song in 2019, there were many illegitimate fans and CPF on Z's flight. CPF asked Z to pass on a letter to B. Z received it and the fans went crazy (covering his face). I was not a fan at that time. My friend told me about it. Then CPF blocked the illegitimate fans and shouted "Z, go away" because there were too many people blocking him and it was very dangerous. Later, Z told a stylist, CPF, I thank them (only rational fans).

I don't know if it's for Valentine's Day this year. In previous years, we were together on Valentine's Day and it was more of a ritual. Z is a person with a strong sense of ritual. B learned to be romantic and ritualistic. Last year on February 14, Z flew over to accompany his boyfriend for two days. Last year, B celebrated Z's birthday in advance and sent him a multi-layered cake on his birthday. It was so exaggerated when I saw the scene. It was not the big one from the crew. He sent a little prince cake.

It was B's birthday, and Z flew over to the crew to accompany him. B's assistant picked him up.

* B is Bobo and Z is ZhanZhan. ohhhh. I particularly like this one because of the part that showed how they appreciate the rational fans. That there is a time and space for everything. I don’t fault Bobo for being mad or maybe taken a back when the person shouted something related to ZZ when he was in his place of work. same thing with ZZ. there must be boundaries.

#002

B likes to send flowers, but he is sometimes busy, so he either orders them to be sent by others, or asks the two men around him. The two men ( Yanyan and Lele ) are also straight men, and their faces will turn red if they hold flowers every day, so the task is left to the female GZRY. YanYan is permanent, but female assistants are transient

So when Lele, who was next to B, had his birthday, Z also went after filming and then rushed back to the crew.

Many people say that B is possessive, but I think Z's possessiveness is hidden. He really has big and small accounts ( on weibo ) . I've seen them all. B's account always records his love diary. Z, who is a very ordinary person, also has his account. All of B's girlfriends ( fans ) follow him. Big pepper (XZ) , no matter big or small, he follows them all. He also sees what people are talking about and how they analyze it. When the behind-the-scenes footage was released, people were so excited that he was so scared that he unfollowed them. I was so amused because the next day I saw that those big bloggers were no longer on his follow list. Sometimes they don’t know anything, but most of the time they are inexplicable. I don’t know if they are really inexplicable or just pretending to be inexplicable.

Z can write new TikTok songs for him, and learn different ways to make a heart shape. What kind of lover’s hobby is this? I don’t know if B really likes to tease Z regardless of the occasion. He is so rude. Z calls him a rude, which makes me laugh. If Z is shy when they meet, he will kick B. If he wins too much in games, he will get angry and complain about him to others. When he has teased enough, he will let him win. This is quite straight male style.

Most of the time they are sweet and loving, they won't let us know when they quarrel. When B is in a bad mood, he will show it on his face. If you pay more attention to him when recording TTXS, you will know it. And every time he gets angry, I think it has something to do with Z. Just think I am in love. But he will handle work and private emotions maturely. He will focus on work. At most, they will argue, for example, they will choose some controversial topics, such as sweet or salty rice dumplings? With cheese or without cheese, weird.

They spent the New Year together, with their parents, went to eat seafood together, and then made hot pot at home. How could I know how to make hot pot? Because the hot pot Z bought was called cheese hot pot.

#003

There is also a very funny quarrel, it is said that when two people quarrel, the loser is always B, if he bravely runs away from home, then the farthest distance B can go is at the door of his home, and finally he will wait for Z to open the door. It's true, sometimes the face of the B is too bad, and it can often be solved with just one phone call.

B really listens to Z. He told Z not to get into trouble again, to protect himself, to be good, not to have wild thoughts, and not to wrong himself. So he always buys the best and sweetest things for Z because he is afraid that Z will wrong himself. Now Z is more and more able to protect himself when he goes out. B must be very relieved.

Z is really weird, he likes to watch horror stories, he is also very childish, he likes the fairy tale movies we watched when we were young, like Ponyo and Sosuke, then he pops up to chat with B, I guess they are the only ones who understand each other.

#004

There was so much fake information that fans were so confused that they had no idea what they were talking about. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you have fun eating melons.

The crew was together. On B's birthday, they received a radio on the rooftop. Z said that he would be B's sun, warm everyone and warm the little stars (it was said that they held hands, but they didn't see it). They only heard singing, which was about holding hands and walking forward one step, two steps, three steps, four steps.

In 2019, they returned to Chongqing and traveled to Japan together (to make up for the regret?). This is a rumor. In 2020, they went home together for the Chinese New Year, but stayed for a long time due to the epidemic. Z loves to cook for B.

I can't help it, love is like this, I will like him wherever he stands, he is a good guy, he is good at saying sweet words, it seems that B takes care of all the housework, he also likes to do housework, he said in an interview, his cooking will also be disliked by Z at home, Z is from Chongqing, he will try to cook light and reduce the spiciness.

We went to DYZY together and walked together. When I attended Chanel, I introduced Mr. Zhou and brought Z with me.

I don’t know about the engagement, I haven’t heard of it, but my sister asked about it, and B said there’s no rush. Eat melons, eat melons, I think they are very ambitious in their careers, marriage and engagement are groundless.

#005

B treasures his green microphone so much that he cannot touch it even in the backstage. It was given to him by Z.

There is a very ugly scarf Z knitted for B.

At TTXS lot of interesting things happened. In the backstage, H and DL were chatting together. They mentioned that ZZ was praised for her great acting and B was so good. He listened silently without saying anything. Then, I don’t know why the words got to him. He said, yes, I watched it. It was very well acted. Help me, why didn’t I watch it? When The Wolf was released, he chased the staff around him and asked them to watch it. He would also check and ask what they saw. One sister was really busy and didn’t chase so fast. It was so funny. She directly asked, did you see the kissing scene? B stopped talking. You little guy, you are still being controlled.

The necklace that I refuse to take off was given to me by Z. Bones are a token of love, let me put the timeline, it's so messy, I'll write whatever I think of now.

When I was crazy, I heard that there were masks (I was just watching the show), that is, after 227, B and Z were together, but they had to separate for work, B was very worried and kept pulling Z by the car, anyway, the two of them were close to each other, there were masks at the time, everyone was passing it around, guessing it was a mask kiss.

B really can coax Z to sleep, weird, right? How do I know? Because he would recite the lines in the car, Call Z, recite the lines in a low noise, and finally hang up and say he fell asleep...Z has been having trouble sleeping, and B tries every way to coax him. But when he was filming, there was a rumor about him XD, he took sleeping pills to sleep. B took every step by himself, and he would keep it to himself when he was wronged. But now he will tell Z everything. If he doesn't tell Z, he will be scolded. Compared to Z, he is the big boss.

#006

(After so many years, everyone who has talked to me knows that my memory is really bad, so if there are any deviations in time and events, please don’t be too serious~~)

I was very happy during the recording in April 21. There was a reason why I was so happy that I jumped on F. I was very unhappy before this, but I laughed this time. If fans waved and said hello to him in a friendly way, he would also smile and say hello back. Actually, there is a reason for being unhappy. You can’t even see him making a phone call backstage. That day, he called someone and said he missed you. He said he missed you with a bit of grievance, and then he was like eating candy during the recording.

The joke about washing machines is that B is the spokesperson, but he didn’t get the product right away. He sent it to his gege first and used it. He was photographed using it and it was hilarious. The same goes for clothes and shoes. He was the recipient, but Z always helped him receive the goods right away. When multiple brands come, you will know that Z has helped B draw countless paintings, and the sideline is similar. You know, if you don’t bet, you will have shares. There are also some ridiculous sidelines that have nothing to do with their current skills. It’s so funny. I heard that there are both in Chongqing and Chengdu. There are peripherals and clothes (already had them a long time ago). B had a celebration party (March 21) and drank very happily (he can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk). After drinking, he sang in KTV. The one he sang was a boy, and he was out of tune. Boys love love songs. He likes to hum songs in private, just like he is doing street dance. He has a special song called (Slowly Falling in Love with You) which he recorded for his lover in TTXS on Z’s birthday. It is special. For this reason, he secretly practiced humming songs before recording.

It's so funny. Didn't the fake material say the song "Occupy Shoulders" before? I don't need to say this, right? They just sang the backing vocals. At that time, everyone said what he was doing with the recording studio?

Rules of my World is also for lovers, to coax people, and for his only boy. The cover is also blatant (here the old fans said, I know it all, do you need to tell me?Okay, it's not necessary to make up some non-existent candies, such big ones, why not write them in)

Z always carries snacks with him. B doesn't like them, but he can't live without them. That's why he buys Z any food he sees, and he always talks to him, guessing whether he will like it, and then he becomes silent and plays with his phone, and I don't know who he is talking to. But in the end, it was basically true.

* the song is by Karen Mok called Growing Fond of You or as directly translated something like Slowly Falling in love with you.

#007

When the Nanjian ended ( CQL fanmeet ) , the two did not separate. They dated together for a night. Many WFs saw it at that time. I heard that some cried and quit being fans and shut up. I think many of them said that WFs would not cry even if they saw them crying. They did not personally cancel that.

A few fans talked about why the two of them were so persistent in visiting the set even though they were busy. It was because B wanted to give Z a sense of security. Of course, B was very attached to Z. In the past, Z did not allow him to meet so frequently, so he would sneak attack from behind and scare Z. No matter how busy he was, he would still find time to meet. Driving for two or three hours was nothing. It was very tiring. He was not tired at all. In order to meet, they tried countless ways, using a stand-in, or hiding in the back of the car. Commonly known as the strategy of luring the tiger away from the mountain. You don’t understand, after being apart for a long time, the child needs to recharge and replenish energy, whether it’s a power bank or Snickers. I used to preach to him, but I felt bad, but I enjoyed it very much. LOL

He would act like a spoiled child and ask what are you doing here~ Straight guy B just speaks straight to the point

Expression: Because I miss you.

So, B accompanied Z to the first show ( ADLAD ) in Wuhan. Z was very nervous, and B said that he had to be by his side at important moments.

After 227, I felt that Z became more clingy. We just happened to be fans in 2020, and we met too often. It was really like a long time since we last saw each other. It was 2020. During that period, I was really worried about him. I couldn't leave him. Later, when Z returned to work, I would often meet him despite all difficulties. For example, for Street Dance, I rented a small house to accompany him, and often cooked delicious food for him. As for the crew of BAH, in fact, Z also went there for a long time. Baili was busy on both sides, so it was not so frequent.

As for OOL before 227, I don't know how he got so angry and made trouble on the set. But I only know that he often went to that set. I heard that he was always a little depressed and unhappy at work. But he was so cold to everyone, just not as lively as before.

* i love them so much and it’s so cuteee how they visit each other on set 🥹🥹🥹🥹 and to those who don’t know WF means Weifen or solo fans. and OOL filming is mentioned again hahahahahaha! i personally don’t believe that WYB made “trouble” there tho. I take it as him being there, knowing how popular they both are at the time is trouble enough.

#008

Z has secretly posted something about B on his Moments. Unexpected, right?

If they meet to make fun of someone, Z likes to pinch B's face (everyone knows this, right?). Many people see him and die of laughter. Every time he visits the set, he must do one thing, rub his face. Many people around me have become accustomed to it.

In private, Z likes to act like a spoiled child, and BZ spoils his girlfriend like a boyfriend. Meaning, anyone who has watched BBKP knows that Z is still weak when he should be weak, because B is really an extremely chauvinistic man. Z would wear hot pants and sit on B in front of staff. If a woman likes B and is known by the big pepper 🌶️, he would do such a thing. Don't be surprised, he does it more.

It doesn’t matter. There are even more exaggerated ones. If I say it, I will be beaten. I am either the first wife or the third wife. The second room is really not good. I can’t do that, hahaha, but you can do it however you want.

B is not shy or bashful in private, he is carefree and not so refined? I don’t know if this description is accurate, isn’t it the love of a straight man, if you love him you buy him things? So his money is given to Z, and he reports everything, big or small, to him, it’s not an exaggeration at all, really not at all, but Z is not actually a frugal person, hahahaha he likes to buy things, he buys bags, small bags, he likes small bags, he buys Lego, watches, clothes for B, usually couple clothes, B always finds reasons to wear them together, he just wants to show off.

Many women like B but they all get rejected by him in a domineering manner. Z will have it too. It’s not surprising. They eat so many melons. What can’t they do in the circle? But they are really clean. In the turbulent entertainment circle, they stand firm and support each other without being polluted. So many people are optimistic about them. I think it’s their character and love.

Actually, they don’t call each other husband, wife, or baby in public, but they do so in private. B likes to act like a spoiled child and listen to Z, but he is a very mature and stable person. He knows the ways of the world.

#009

He also has to take sides. He can handle relationships very well. He is very comfortable and calm, clear-headed, and never listens to the company's white cloth. When he first became famous, the company asked him to pair up with the company's girls. Yes, definitely not. Some people listen to the company because they can cooperate and win-win. He will never let it violate the bottom line. Z is entrusted to him, so what are you afraid of? He has the right to speak and make decisions in the company, but it is far from enough to protect Z. (I will really cry) So when my brother got into trouble, he worked desperately. (I will talk about the timeline later, write it tomorrow, write it together with other melons, and focus on this aspect.) He worked very hard in 2020. I think he is really anxious. No one can be more anxious than him. But he has done it now, they have become so strong, it was so hard for them in the past years, but B really did protect Z well.

His parents took on a lot, and he was just a walking tool to show off his affection. When they go shopping by themselves, they will say they are shopping with their mother. They bought a dog but they don’t have time to take care of it, so they let their mother take care of it. Their mother walked the dog for them in Beijing and later returned to Chongqing. In fact, it was Z who sent soup to B from afar (he really would send soup). He dotes on B too much (his foot was injured during SDC). He sent it to SDC and to the company. Moreover, the soup he made was very bland. Eating too much salt would cause swelling. If you don’t believe me, go check it yourself. B calls it a sweet complaint. Then they advertised to the public that his mother sent them soup and braised beef in soy sauce. His mother loved them very much and approved of them. Although she disagreed at first, she was finally convinced. She would send them gifts on holidays.

In the past, Z was very busy, so B would go to see his mother on his behalf. At the beginning, I heard that they were more accepting. His mother understood and did not bend over backwards for love. Believe it or not, B strongly opposed it, and B's father especially disagreed. In the end, I heard that they had a falling out, but clever B persuaded his father by persuading his grandmother and mother. In the end, his father also helped Z on GS. He heard that B was the first to come out, that is, after the weak connection, he rashly confessed to give Z a sense of security. But it is also like this. I think they are becoming more and more determined. Parents all hope that their children are healthy and happy. Seeing such madness, I guess they can't object too much. In 2021 years, they specially invited their parents to their home in Beijing to celebrate the New Year together.

-END.

[missrosiesworld]

Hi, thank you so much for your Von Lycaon headcanons and blurbs and fic snippets because you just get his character so well and I can actually imagine him saying and doing the things he’s doing in your writings, so all love and appreciation to you! And another big thank you for making the fics M4A as well!

That being said, am I able to request headcanons and/or blurbs about how Von Lycaon would act while the reader is sick? Thank you in advance and I can’t wait to read more of your writing! ♡

Thanks so much for your kind words! Having you say I've captured Von Lycaon's character means a lot. The idea of imagining how he would behave in a variety of situations is something I enjoy exploring, so I'm glad it rings true with you. I'm so happy you can picture him so clearly through these headcanons and snippets, and I appreciate your appreciation. Once again, thank you for your support! 💛

I can absolutely write about this! If Lycaon's partner fell ill, he would be deeply concerned and provide unwavering care. He’d stay by their side, ensuring they had everything they needed, from warm meals and tea to hydration. His gentle nature would shine through as he offered comforting words and tender touches. Lycaon would make sure they rested properly, following any care routines, and he would refuse to leave their side until they were fully recovered.

Headcanons for Lycaon When His Partner is Sick:

Attentive Caretaker: Lycaon would immediately shift into caretaker mode, ensuring his partner is as comfortable as possible.

With his brow furrowed in concern, Lycaon gently tucked the blankets around his partner. "Are you warm enough? Do you need another blanket?" he asked, his voice low and soothing. As he spoke, he reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from their face and tucking it tenderly behind their ear, his touch soothing them gently. "I'm okay, really," they replied softly, meeting his gaze with a small smile. Lycaon nodded, still concerned but respecting their comfort. "I’ll be right here if you need anything," he promised, sitting down beside them, his presence a constant, calming reassurance as he remained ready to respond at a moment's notice.

Reluctant to Leave Their Side: Lycaon would be hesitant to leave his partner’s side, wanting to be there for every moment.

As his partner lay in bed, struggling with a fever, Lycaon sat by their side, his hand never leaving theirs. "You should rest too," they whispered, their voice weak but concerned as they noticed exhaustion in his gaze. Lycaon shook his head gently, squeezing their hand with a reassuring grip. "I’m fine," he replied, his voice steady and filled with quiet determination. "You’re more important. I’ll rest when you’re better." As the hours passed, Lycaon refused to leave their side. Whenever they stirred, he offered a soft smile and a comforting word. "I’m right here," he would murmur, brushing a cool cloth across their forehead. While his heart ached to see them in pain, he knew his presence was the best comfort he could provide. So he stood silent, protecting them from all discomfort, unwilling to let them go it alone.

Gentle Encouragement: Lycaon would encourage them to take their medicine and follow any necessary care routines, though he’d do so with patience and gentleness.

Lycaon sat at the edge of the bed, holding the small cup of medicine in his hand. Weary and reluctant, his partner gazed at him. "I know it doesn’t taste great," Lycaon said softly, gently reassuring them as he held out the cup. "But you need to take your medicine." They grimaced, hesitating as they eyed the cup. Lycaon, sensing their reluctance, smiled encouragingly. "I’ll have something sweet for you after, I promise," he added, gently coaxing. "Just one quick sip, and it’ll be over." Nodding, they took the cup from his hands, trusting in his patient encouragement. Lycaon stayed close, resting his hand on their back as they swallowed the medicine. "There you go," he murmured, his voice full of praise. "You did great." He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to their forehead, his heart swelling with love. "Now, how about that treat I promised?"

Protective Instincts: His protective instincts would heighten, ensuring no one disturbs them, and that they have a quiet and peaceful environment to recover in.

During his partner's rest, Lycaon became acutely aware of every sound and movement around them. When a friend stopped by to check in, he met them at the door, his expression calm but firm. "They’re resting right now," he said quietly, his voice leaving no room for an argument. "They need peace and quiet to recover." The friend nodded, sensing Lycaon's unspoken intensity, and quickly retreated. Lycaon gently closed the door and returned to his partner’s side. Sitting down, he softened his watchful gaze as he brushed a stray hair from their forehead. "Just rest," he murmured, his voice low and comforting. "I’ve got everything under control."

Thoughtful Distractions: Knowing that illness can sometimes bring a sense of boredom or restlessness, Lycaon would find ways to keep his partner entertained.

As Lycaon watched his partner fidget restlessly in bed, he noticed their frustration. Leaving the room quietly, he returned with a book in hand. "I thought you might like to be distracted," he said with a gentle smile, settling in beside them. "How about I read to you?" Nodding, his partner softened his eyes with appreciation. Lycaon opened the book and began reading in a soothing, rhythmic voice. Occasionally, he glanced at them as he read, making sure they were comfortable. "I always loved this part," he murmured, sharing a soft smile as he continued. With the sound of his voice and the warmth of his presence, he offered a comforting distraction, allowing his partner to relax momentarily. They were transported to another world by Lycaon's voice, as his affectionate gaze never strayed from theirs. "You look more at ease," he commented softly, reaching out to gently squeeze their hand. The tension in his partner's body eased as Lycaon's words and presence wrapped around him like a comforting blanket.

Affectionate Gestures: Despite the illness, Lycaon would still find ways to express his affection, from tender touches to sweet words.

Even with his partner feeling under the weather, Lycaon couldn’t help but find small ways to show his affection. As they lay in bed, he sat close, his fingers gently threading through their hair, each stroke a soothing reminder of his love. "You’re doing so well," he whispered, his voice rich with warmth and encouragement. Every so often, he would lean in, pressing a soft kiss to their forehead, the touch lingering with tenderness. His thumb brushed lightly across their cheek, his gaze filled with deep affection. "I’m here, and I love you," he murmured, his words a gentle caress meant to comfort them.