#then again being ridden is a fantasy of his XD

[zackleefair]

     “Forget the chocobo! Ride me instead~”

[thestalwartheart]

00q for 19) please 🙇🏽‍♀️🙏 thankies xD

Also... Hello xD

Hello 👋 So lovely to hear from you! Thank you for sending in a prompt.

Here's your fill for #19. Available here or on AO3. Rated E.

dream.

Occasionally, Bond resents his training for waking him at every conceivable sound. Particularly here in London where his old terrace building seems to settle constantly, he often finds himself awake two or three times in an evening. On the job or not, it seems he’s destined to get as little sleep as life will allow.

Still, there are some sounds worth being conscious for.

At the sound of a short, breathy moan, Bond wakes. It’s a tight huff of a thing, and he looks over, mildly concerned, to see Q pressing his face into the pillow. Bond sighs, bracing himself to wake Q from another nightmare. He has them as often as Bond does, and as vividly, too. But as soon as Bond’s eyes adjust, he sees the flush on Q’s face, the thin sheen of sweat at Q’s brow, the open ‘o’ of his mouth as it drools, just a bit, into the sheets beneath him.

Not a nightmare, then. The opposite.

Bond’s concern fades away, and it’s replaced by a gathering warmth low in his gut. He’s seen that same expression pressed to the pillow before, while Q was face down and taking Bond’s cock only two nights ago. His eyes were wide open then and glazed over in pleasure, his body a boneless heap after a day spent in bed doing nothing except kissing, fucking and coming.

Another small sound escapes Q, more strangled this time, and his hips twitch against the mattress below. Bond settles his head on his arm and wonders what Q’s dreaming about. Is it that same night where he’d stretched prone on the bed and Bond had pressed his whole body down over him? Their tryst from a few weeks ago where Q had ridden Bond until his thighs were trembling with exertion under Bond’s hands? Or is he dreaming of one of the many nights Bond’s had his mouth around Q, teasing and teasing until Q's finally snapped, grabbing Bond’s hair and tugging him forward, barking orders to do the job properly, 007, or so help me, I’ll give your lovely new Lamborghini to 008.

It might not be any of those things. Perhaps it’s a fantasy Q is yet to explore. If Bond’s unlucky, it’ll be roleplay. If fortune’s on his side, it’ll be something more honest, full of nothing else but sweat and teeth and tongue, and maybe a bath or a shower.

He does so love to see Q get wet.

Q interrupts his thoughts by swearing into the pillow and mumbling something that vaguely resembles a plea for Bond to take him.

“Please,” Q groans, hips snapping forward again. “So good. S—so good. It’ll be perfect.”

Bond can’t help a smile. He thinks he knows what the dream is about now. He hasn’t taken Q’s cock yet, but it’ll happen soon. Q has hinted at it, though has so far either been too timid or too satisfied with their current arrangement to request it outright. Occasionally, it’s all Bond can dream of—the way it’ll stretch him; the feeling of Q hitting that place inside him that’s been dormant for far too long; how Q’s arms will shake, and his breath will hitch as he bends over Bond and takes him.

Christ, he can almost taste the pleasure of it now. It might be worth suggesting it later this weekend. They have three days together, after all. Plenty of time to experience a new thing or two.

A sharp stab of want moves through him, and he can no longer resist touching. Carefully, Bond reaches out beneath the covers to palm over the soft curve of Q’s arse. He’s rewarded with a moan, so he does it again, making sure to move his thumb towards that one sensitive spot on Q’s hip.

“James,” Q sighs, sweet and soft.

“That’s it,” Bond whispers, “Come on, darling.”

At the sound of Bond’s encouragement, Q’s eyes snap open, and he comes with a gasp, his whole body jerking and shaking the bed. His teeth bite painfully around his bottom lip, and Bond wastes no time tugging it free and sucking it between his own lips before Q can even register he’s awake.

Bond suspects he’ll have enough inspiration tonight for a few good dreams of his own.

[lune-hime]

May I request drabbles (or headcannons, what you prefer <3) of the chocobros falling in love at first sight? Like, they considered the idea silly, but then they fall in love without warning xD F!Reader and not poly (just to clarify) <3

Eeeee thank you so much for being my first request <3 I hope you enjoy it! I had so much fun writing these, we stan dumb boys in love. 

You Had Me at...Oh Gods I’m in Love With You. 

↞Noctis↠

The term love at first sight was not a valid concept within Noctis’ mind. His brain was wired too cynically for that. Hell, he had never known the decadent kiss of romantic love before. Love at first sight was as real as his King’s Knight avatar in his eyes. But when that energizing sensation, like being zapped with the sweetened hum of clarity, bathed him in affectionate realization he questioned everything. Perhaps questioned above all that this feeling was cultivated by someone he was all too familiar with. 

The waning sun caressed your curves and its rays wove celestial golden lilies into your hair. You were the only one of the group with enough patience and chill to sit with him while he fished for hours on end (Yes even Ignis, the reigning lord of composure, grew tired of it.) Your shorts had ridden up your thighs, allowing the heated wood of the dock to support your tired body after the day’s hunt. Your legs dangled off of the edge, toes rippling at the surface of the modest lake. 

You were positively glowing; only you didn’t look outwardly different than normal. The setting sun took with it the invisible blinders Noctis wore. It stole his breath as utter and sudden adoration bubbled up his throat. Hyper awareness of all the moments you had blessed him with an extra heartbeat swam through him like the fish below your kindred forms that danced around his lure.  

When you first met in the royal gardens, two children freshly grown out of their toddler stage. Sneaking away to play with the koi fish in the vast pond while your parents, among other delegates, enjoyed dinner with their king.

When you stayed home from prom with him when his anxiety crippled his will to attend (despite the wines and protests of your friends). If he wasn’t there what was the point in watching your friends chase after their crushes; leaving you twirling your punch in your hand as your thoughts circled back again and again to your raven haired best friend. The night was spent deliciously in pajamas, munching on pizza and playing video games. 

When you consistently allowed him to drag you (although it was never a chore for you) to royal galas if he needed a date. Whether that be to fend off incessant elites and their thirsty daughters or just to give him a sense of normality among the plastered smiles of royalty. 

“Fuck!” You screeched and yanked your toe violently out of the water, pulling Noctis’ adoration out with it. He grunted when you splashed his lap with lakewater but quickly his mild discomfort bloomed into a fit of laughter. A hearty crayfish dangled angrily from your big toe. It snapped its free claw comically as you continued to freak out. 

Although not the most opportune time, Noctis realized that he wanted to spend an eternity of days like this bathed in the love he felt for you-and he could only hope you felt the same. 

“Noct stop laughing and help me before my toe gets pinched off!” 

Love at first sight? More like love at first bite. 

↞Prompto↠

Prompto was a hopeless romantic in the purest essence of the phrase. It was embarrassingly blissful to him how often he fantasized about endowing someone he loved with all of the affection and cuddles he could muster. Sure they were pleasant fantasies but did he ever think they would ever actually happen to him?

Gods no. 

He could not deny that it was addicting to silently dream of laying his eyes on the love of his life as he went about his everyday high school existence. Would she bump into him as they crossed paths in the cafeteria? Catch his eye across the library, peeking up at him over her book? Or maybe become his sparring partner when he started at the Crownsguard academy; exchanging calculated punches then whisking him away to Crow’s Nest for a burger and shakes. 

The droning of the tour guide at Insomnia’s Central Museum for the Arts was drowned out by one said fantasy. Prompto mozied along with the rest of his class on their day-long field trip to the building. He allowed himself to picture the object of his undying love emerging from the sea of students, the classical elegance of the sculptures reflected in her eyes as her gaze grew alight with their eloquence. 

Only, she actually did. 

Ho.lee.shit.

Prompto screwed his eyes shut and wondered if he had taken these musings a bit too far. To his bewilderment when he opened them, the angel was still standing there. 

He absolutely was not exaggerating when he found you more stunning than the carvings of the goddesses you were observing. He stared in amazement at you long enough to be able to count the freckles on your nose until Noctis bumped him in the shoulder. 

“Dude, stop staring otherwise she’s going to think you’re a pervert.” Noctis flatly warned. 

“Who...who is she?” Prompto asked breathily as if you had stolen all his available air away. He clenched his friend’s arm for support as the intense sensation of sheer infatuation threatened to float his body through the roof. 

“I don’t recognize her. She must have transferred here this semester.” Noctis explained nonchalantly. His azure eyes glinted with playful mischief as he watched his friend squirm in longing. In a rare show of PDA, Noctis looped his arm through Prompto’s and dragged him closer to you. The blonde was too swept up in the overwhelmingly deep pool of his instant crush that he hadn’t realized Noctis had dropped him off at your side. Prompto stood as stiffly as the sculpture; camera awkwardly held at chest level, eyes glazed over, and teeth worrying incessantly at his bottom lip. He was a vibrating mess of nerves as he fumbled for something to say to explain his proximity to you before you noticed. 

“H-hey.” He croaked. He cursed the rise in his tone as his greeting slipped from his lips.

“Oh, hey!” You chirped. Prompto could have passed out with how delightfully blinding your smile was. Even brighter than the polished marble of the artwork.

Think Prompto, think.

“Do...do you mind if I take a picture of you?” He cleared his throat and gestured to his camera with a cheesy smile. 

You cocked your head in curiosity. Prompto’s eyes widened comically to the size of his camera lens. 

Shit shit nice going Prompto. You, a total stranger asking to take a picture of a pretty girl out of nowhere. 

“It’s for the school paper. It’s okay if you say no!” He babbled, scrambling for any semblance of a normal answer. It was indeed the truth; as a photographer for the paper, it gave him an excuse to have his precious camera on him everywhere. And apparently a way to clean up his awkwardness. 

“Of course!” Your giggle was a double entendre. It sent Prompto’s nerves into an extravagant fanfare yet managed to douse the flames of his anxiety. 

“I’m Prompto by the way.” He blurted. Your full attention on him sent a stampede of chocobos barreling into his chest. 

“I’m Y/N.”

He struggled not to let out a small hum of awe as your posture changed from sweetly delicate to posing humorously akin to the statue. Your last extravagant mimicry of the artwork resulted in you wobbling sideways. Your slight loss of balance caused your phone to fall out of your pocket. Prompto let his camera dangle against his chest as he fumbled to nab it before it hit the stone floor. He managed to catch it but at the expense of flailing into your arms. Your hands flew to his shoulders as you helped prop him up straight. 

Your touch blossomed goosebumps on his pale skin like a lush garden of wildflowers. The two of you slowly raised your heads to join gazes graced with mutual deep blushes. 

“Are you alright?” You checked as your hands still cultivated more flowers along his arms. Prompto gulped and nodded. 

In the commotion, your phone screen had turned on. When he held it out to you he swore his heart was going to implode even more than it already had. The activated device revealed an absolutely adorable photo of you smiling widely next to a chocobo whose feathers were the color of the sky on a cloudless summer day. 

“You like chocobos?” He asked softly, internally freaking out at how utterly perfect you were. 

“Yeah! I own one, that’s her.” You replied with that same smile-only it was infinitely more striking in real life. 

“No way! What’s her name?” Prompto brightened up at her enthusiasm for the bird. 

“Lucina. I’m really into this game-” 

No. fucking. Way. 

“Fire Emblem?” As he interjected there was a brief silence filled with cherried cheeks and bubblegumed gazes. 

“Yeah, actually. Do you play?” The way your grin formed on your lips rivaled any ray of sunshine that cascaded through the glass ceiling. 

“It’s one of my favorites.” It took everything for Prompto to subdue his buzzing excitement and not shoot out of the building in a rocket powered by serotonin.

“No way, mine too. Lucina just had chicks, wanna see?” You offered and stepped close enough to him that your arms gave each other eskimo kisses. 

“Hell yeah.” He exhaled shakily. The overstimulation and attention was becoming too much to handle as you excitedly showered him with pictures of your new hatchlings. He didn’t think it was more possible for your features to shine more than they had already. 

“Ms. Y/L/N, Mr. Argentum. If you are done canoodling back there we are moving onto the next gallery.” Your teacher’s scratchy voice boomed over the vast room and elicited snickers from your classmates. 

The two of you were the embodiment of deer caught in the headlights of embarrassment. You giggled the awkwardness away while Prompto fanned himself vigorously. 

“Um, Y/N?” He asked as you turned to rejoin everyone. The way the syllables caressed his tongue made him long to say it again. You hummed in response as you two began walking to the next room. 

“Since you’re into Fire Emblem, do you play smash?” He asked. 

“I do.” Your response inflated him with newfound confidence, no matter how momentarily. 

“Maybe we can canoodle again sometime? And by that I mean do you want to have a smash bros tournament after school one of these days?” Prompto proposed with his nose scrunched in anxious anticipation. 

“I’d love that.” 

Poor boy had never simped so quickly. 

↞Ignis↠

Ignis squinted at google maps as the little dot pinged upon his arrival at his destination. He was in a rather unusual part of the city and if it wasn’t for his gps he would have thought that he had left Insomnia all together. It was so very green; maples lined the streets while tulips swayed to the silent music of the wind in the park behind him. Between the thick tresses of ivy that clung to the modest building in front of him he could make out a sign. 

Sleepless Beans

This was indeed the place. He slipped his phone into the pocket of his dress pants and began walking up to the precipice. A loud clanking, followed by a high pitched SHIT halted him in his tracks. An enormous cat, the likes of Ignis had never seen before, bounded out of the open door of the coffee shop. It barrelled at his shins and he danced around its swatty paws, the animal almost catching his pant leg as it attempted to run past him. He awkwardly shuffled around it, unsure if it was too aggressive to pick up or calm enough not to bolt into the greenery across the street. 

“Oh my gods I’m so sorry!” Your voice enchanted Ignis audibly before your appearance did. It was like he was hearing the personification of early morning dew drops on a silken petal. 

Ignis had never given more than a passing thought to romance. To what it meant to feel butterflies, as others called it, within his chest. He had much higher priorities; a prince, a city, and a country to mull over. 

But he believed he was finally touched by this foreign fluttering of hummingbird wings against the chambers of his heart when he laid eyes upon you. Time slowed as you ejected yourself from the shop, hands threading into the long fur of the animal and scooping it up. The greens of the natural scenery surrounding the two of you instantly intensified to an almost blinding neon as he soaked in your lovely essence. 

“I-It’s quite alright.” Ignis consoled smoothly as he watched you struggle to restrain the cat.

My word, he just stammered. He was too eloquently educated to fumble for his words. 

When he reached out to aid you in supporting the wiggling cat’s butt, his gaze fell upon your apron and he swore five more hummingbirds had blossomed within him.

The printed lettering on the sienna colored fabric read:

My birthstone is a coffee bean. 

He found that insufferably adorable. 

Once you had gathered your cat within your arms you exhaled in relief and threw him a tired smile. 

“Ebony doesn’t usually leave the shop, he’s too lazy to go anywhere but his cat tree. But I guess that blue jay on the vine made him unusually spicy today.” You said with playfulness once you saw Ignis was not offended. 

“I hope you aren’t allergic to cats.” You sheepishly joked and Ignis had to consciously try to not get lost within your captivating cuteness. 

“No, not at all. Ebony, that’s a lovely name.” He responded, hoping that he didn’t sound like he had carefully calculated every word of that sentence to make a good impression. 

“Thank you! He’s named after my favorite coffee.” You smiled with a groan as you heaved the cat up to your shoulder.  

“Ebony is actually why I’m here. I hear you have brews unlike any other.” Ignis continued as he just recalled the reason he had traveled all the way out here. 

“You’ve heard right! We’re one of the only coffee shops in all of Insomnia that offers custom Ebony grounds.” Your voice sang to the tune of the summer sunshine filtering through the towering canopy. 

“Follow me inside and we can get your order set up.” 

The coffee shop was just as cozy as its exterior; various species of plants dangled from hanging baskets scattered across the ceiling, wide windows allowed natural light to softly embrace polished countertops that held up walls decorated with pastelled art and trinkets. 

“Alrighty, so here’s a list of all of our flavors-It’s a lot so take your time.” You explained after reaching behind the barista’s station and placing the paper on the counter for Ignis to observe. He was quite content looking over an extensive selection of aromas and tastes. However his stomach flip flopped at the prospect of not continuing your melodious conversation.

“What do you recommend?” He asked simply. His glasses fogged up with his inaudible gasp when your features lit up in enthusiasm. 

You launched into a detailed musing of your favorite flavors; the body, strength, taste of each one, and what ones paired the best with each other. Ignis was sucked in by your shared passion for the invigorating liquid and felt a minute pout manifest when you halted your lovely speech. 

“Ope, sorry. Look at me rambling.” You chuckled awkwardly. Ignis blinked in disbelief that someone so ethereally charming would apologize for speaking about something they found joy in. 

“No need to apologize. I’ll go with the miel and elderflower blend, as you recommended.” His lips curled upward at your own grin. 

“Great! I knew such a well put together guy had excellent taste.” You mused and threw him an excited smile only to flush a deep rose when you realized you had just inadvertently flirted with a customer. 

Blood was drained from Ignis’ veins and replaced with nectar instead. It ran so syrupy sweet that it momentarily clogged his charisma and ability to form coherent sentences.   

“We can either ship it to you or keep it here for you to pick up. What’s easier for you?” You coughed and asked in a more professional tone that betrayed your lingering redness. 

“Most certainly pick up.” 

↞Gladiolus↠

Gladiolus read a lot of romance novels. 

And I mean a lot.

Copious amounts. 

And no one teased him about it because-I mean have you seen him? If that man was participating in a library reading list he would already have won six regalias. Yet despite his infatuation with stories about people’s affections, some of the tropes he read on paper most certainly did not translate into the real world. 

One of them being love at first sight. The only love at first sight Gladio had ever experienced was with the intoxicating aroma of a fresh styrofoam container of cup noodles. 

So it was a jolt to his being when the most peculiar feeling manifested within him on his family vacation to Galdin Quay. Iris and his dad were napping after a long day of hiking along the beach. While his family was completely drained he felt the opposite. Anywhere outside of the concrete and brick cityscapes endowed his being with newfound energy. 

He found himself chilling on one of the lavish couches that cradled the grand fountain in the middle of the resort’s lobby. His hair was tied up in a messy bun to allow the sweat from the intense heat evaporate off his neck. His Hawaiian shirt lay unbuttoned against his stomach as he basked in the lazy breeze of the hotel AC.

Gladio was a young man with a healthy vigor, so it was natural for him to first admire a beautiful woman’s alluring curves or the plump swell of her ass. However, when his eyes danced across your form tapping on your phone across the lobby it was as if the crisp AC had been absorbed into his nerves. His body burned with icy heat as everything else in the room faded into monochrome against your chromatic existence. 

He blinked as he grappled with how a simple mundane activity could bestow upon you such an intensely luminous glow. His eyes were glued to every part of your being; and not in his usual casual admiration of the female form. He couldn’t explain the electricity that crackled at the soles of his feet and pushed him to get closer to you. His mind raced as he tried to catch up to his heart that was abruptly waterboarded by a freight train of desire. 

You were too divine to not let his imagination sculpt the two of you in the bashful interactions and passionate adventures of his latest read. Toes burried the delicate sand and hands reaching towards the vast network of constellations of the bay. Laughs mingling with the soft pull of the waves and touches as feather light as the gulls that rode them. 

His chest clenched between the radiant teeth you revealed when you giggled at your phone screen. He ached in unexplainable jealousy. 

Fuck, he didn’t even know your name. 

He felt pent up by the sweat that dripped down his exposed stomach, by the idea that he had to return to training the moment he stepped through the obsidian doors of the Citadel, by how he just caught feelings for someone who was as much a stranger to him as the waiter who had brought him room service earlier. 

His frustration flared when you turned to exit the lobby. His stomach dropped as he felt homesick for a person he had never known. 

Until a book popped itself out of your tote bag as you hurried out of the revolving door. Gladiolus didn’t waste a moment before making a beeline for the lost object. When he took up the freshly printed paper in his hands he audibly gasped. 

Gods, you were perfect.

“Hey! You dropped your book-” A velvety voice called from behind you. Your sandals halted on the sunbaked wood of the boardwalk. You whipped around to find a man as honeyed as his amber eyes. 

“Oh wow, thanks! I didn’t even know it fell out.” You smiled in gratitude and took your book from him, placing it back into your bag. 

Gladiolus continued to drink in your lovely aura as if you were one of the mojitos he had ordered earlier. He desperately wanted to order one for you now, sit with you as you watched the ships come in and out of port, and-

“Well, have a great rest of your night.” You said, feeling viscous under his dazed expression. As you turned to leave he seemed to snap out of his daydream.

“You have impeccable taste.” He added with a boyish grin that softened the chiseled roadways of his face. You quirked a brow, unsure of if you had to deal with yet another cheesy pick up line today. 

“The book.” He clarified. He leaned against the railing and you tried to avoid lingering your gaze on his toned torso. 

“You like this book too?” Your jaw went slack and your question was posed with more of a scoff than you would have liked. 

“Like it? It’s one of my all-time favorites.” Gladiolus beamed, causing his dimples to come out of hiding. You giggled and he swore it made the water that lapped at the support beams sing. 

“What’s so funny?” He huffed half-heartedly. Rejection brewed in the deepest part of his confidence. 

“Nothing!” Your genuine smile quickly flushed away his doubt. “It’s just that-don’t take this the wrong way-I wouldn’t peg you for someone whose favorite book is a young adult fantasy romance.” 

Your plush cheeks flushed the shade of the sunset and Gladiolus longed to know what they felt like against his gentle palms. 

“Well, never judge a book by its cover.” His smile mimicked the rising crescent in the sky as the two of you continued to talk over the sun handing over the day to the moon. 

[vacantgodling]

OC ask for you!! Who is your favorite OC and why? Also, are there any OCs that you feel you (intentionally or unintentionally) based on yourself in any way?

hi! thank you so much for the ask :) SORRY it’s a wee bit long haha,,,

i actually have a lot of different wips that i mentally rotate through, so, in no particular order here’s a list of some of my favorite ocs, why & what wips they come from:

hyacinthus shrapnel — paramour

there’s a lot of reasons why i love hya and tbh i could be here all day ranting about him however i will shorten it to simply he ticks all of my boxes for a blorbo lol. i love his shitty attitude and his inability to talk about his feelings and how unapologetic he is. he’s just chefs kiss perfect shite dude.

amon — paramour

coming as no surprise here, hya’s counterpart. amon also ticks blorbo boxes but also i love how he and hya balance each other out so well. and i also really enjoy how he’s more than meets the eye; he’s a very multifaceted dude and i like how he is so acutely aware of how other people perceive him and uses it to his advantage. also, i love that even tho he seems more polite and put together he is constantly brimming with rage :)

clear brightendale — the chronicles of lathsbury (tcol)

haven’t actually talked about this wip much on this new iteration of my blog however for the uninitiated tcol is my giant ass fantasy from the ground up wip. i’m talking magic, mythology, etc etc. i’ve had this wip for quite some time. clear is one of the mcs of the main story and tbh i’m just. obsessed with him not even joking that’s my beloved boy. similarly to amon i enjoy how multifaceted he is. how he’s both a ruthless killing machine but an anxiety ridden sweetheart at the same time. i love how hard he tries even tho it’s not an easy path like he’s so hard working and he fights for what he wants and that’s just a rare thing tbh. he literally goes against his entire upbringing because he WANTS to do good and i love that for him.

lath — tcol historical

INSANE about lath actually. i say “historical” because technically a lot of his story takes place hundreds of years before the events of actual tcol but he does show up in the main story bc he’s a guardian tm :) i can’t properly express how much i love this dude. again, super blorbo material. i love how he’s fierce and unyielding and just kinda a weird guardian angel bird dude that will fight anybody. his relationship with his best friend/sword ensio also means an INSANE amount to me and tbh it’s a wonder i don’t froth at the mouth about it on a daily basis. honestly talking about tcol has brought it back into my headspace so xD that’s kind of how wips work for me.

darren de leon — vampires don’t take road trips

our mc! favorite boy! i love darren bc he’s just such a mood tbh. tired, no aspirations, just coasting through life. main goals is to be around people he loves and chill. i also admire his emotional maturity and how fiercely he loves his family and friends :’)

nyseah nicoletti — NAD (*placeholder title*)

my favorite she her 🥲 her tired not here for the bullshit vibes are immaculate but i love how she’s also so so caring and loving despite the bs she has and is currently going through. true mom friend energy. she’s also a badass and i love her resilience :)

i do have a lot more favorites than these but these ones especially tend to be at the top of my brain!

as to characters i’ve made like myself i have a few? generally speaking i would say that all my characters contain some pieces of me and the things i feel or value or do. but ones that are deadass like me in some way would be:

jake & calvin (purple haze) but this is 100% on purpose. purple haze in general is a wip that’s whole purpose is to help me work through the bs of first being a young adult and the specific circumstances i dealt with at that time. so not only are they like me they share similarities to my situation too. it’s only fair since they’re my oldest ocs :)

darren de leon (vdtrt) but mostly unintentional lol. i’m just pretty laid back and lowkey aspirationless like he is.

jenna magboo (the liminal space series) is somewhat purposeful but in a… different way? i’m autistic & was raised a girl so tbh jenna has a lot of mannerisms and likeness to myself when i was younger. jenna isn’t the same age as younger me or anything, but it’s almost like an alternate reality “if i kept going down this particular path i’d probably be like her”. so, as such bc she’s based off of me (but younger but older?) she and i have some similarities but we’re definitely very different.

[hiccanna-tidbits]

Autistic Hiccup x ADHD Anna Headcanons

SO I’ve been really into the whole Autistic x ADHD ship dynamic and Hiccanna...highkey fits??? Like y’all know I will die on my “Anna has ADHD” hill, but after reading this post by @hobie-brown I’m like wait, the autistic Hiccup headcanon is wonderful too??? And blends SO WELL with ADHD Anna??? And I absolutely HAD to explore it more so BOOM headcanon time! Another special thanks to @hobie-brown for writing the super lovely autistic Hiccup headcanon masterpost that inspired me to do this!

Disclaimer: I myself am not on the spectrum (part of the reason I’ve always felt a little weird about definitively HCing characters as autistic unless I see actual autistic people HC them that way too), so most of the stuff here is stuff I know secondhand from my autistic friends! I do have ADHD, so I can always promise that ADHD Anna will be 100% authentic XD

~Anna absolutely gets into Hiccup’s special interests to try and impress him. The most obvious one being, of course, dragons, but also dinosaurs (extinct dragons), lizards (tiny dragons), and Dungeons and Dragons (An RPG game that does, in fact, include dragons). Hiccup absolutely had that dragonology book as a kid and got obsessed with it beyond all reasonability. Hilariously, Anna’s wooing strategy of indulging his special interests works like a charm--mainly because a) he’s pretty flattered that someone takes THAT much of an interest in what he likes and b) half the time, ANNA finds that she genuinely gets into whatever said special interest is and finds them easy to hyperfixate on. It helps that the more she obsesses over it herself, the more she has to talk to Hiccup about XD

~Specifically, Anna definitely joins a DnD campaign at some point so that Hiccup will think she’s a “cool gamer girl”--and then gets unironically obsessed with it and starts writing 10-page backstories for all of her characters. She later tells Hiccup it started out as a ruse to win his heart via nerdiness, and he absolutely loses his shit laughing.

~One of their overlapping special interests/hyperfixations is high fantasy. Hiccup is, unsurprisingly, all about the mythical creatures while Anna is more into the magic and the zesty political drama, but you dun best believe they catch every CGI-ridden fantasy movie that ever comes out. They’ve both spent a literal fortune on fantasy movie tickets, even moreso on watching them in 3D or Imax. How embarrassing for both of them.

~Another less-obvious overlapping interest is history. Hiccup gets into it while looking into the cultural mythos of dragons (he’s pretty fascinated by the fact that so many cultures around the world thought up similar creatures independently), while Anna gets into it because she grew up cooped up bored and lonely in a big house, and entertained herself by looking into the history behind some of the family paintings. They don’t seem it at first, but they’re actually both huge medieval and ancient civilization history buffs.

~Hiccup is THE most touch-repulsed person you will ever meet. This is unfortunate, as he is also SUPER touch-starved and absolutely does not realize it (I mean, I’ve never gotten the vibe Stoic was the super huggy type, considering his and Hicc’s relationship in HTTYD 1). This means he has absolutely no fucking clue what to make of Anna when they first meet meet. Anna’s the sort of person to give physical affection pretty freely, especially if she likes you--usually in the form of hugs, arm pats or playful swats, putting her elbow on your shoulder, etc etc. Hiccup is kinda just like “this is way too much touching but like??? I kinda like having her this close to me??? What do???”

~Anna, meanwhile, notices that Hiccup kinda stiffens up whenever she touches him and seems to not be crazy about it and she’s just immediately like “yo what’s wrong???” And as SOON as he admits he’s not all that crazy about being touched randomly she’s like “OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY” and never touches him without asking again.

~As soon as she finds out touch a kind of A Whole Thing for him, Anna is like...AGGRESSIVELY respectful of Hiccup’s boundaries when it comes to physical affection. Almost annoyingly so. She gets in the habit of basically never initiating any kind of physical touch without asking first--even long after they’ve started dating, and he’s told her it’s okay to initiate touching as long as she’s not smothery about it. She still refuses out of principle.

~They come up with a kind of “consent language” so Anna can pretty quickly determine when it’s all right to touch Hiccup--because Anna still really likes being physically affectionate with him, and he does actually like receiving physical affection a lot of the time (because, again, touch-starved), he’s just choosy about who does it. They work out a system based off of small, light touches that Hiccup doesn’t mind where it’s basically 2 taps on his shoulder for “can I hug you around the neck,” 2 taps on his side for “can I hug you around the waist,” 2 taps on his arm for “can I grab/lightly slap/punch your arm,” and 1 tap on is shoulder for “can I put my arm/elbow on your shoulder.” If he’s cool with it he’ll either nod or just say “yeah go ahead.” It works a lot quicker than asking “can I do such-and-such specific touch” every single time, and allows Anna to keep some of her spontaneity. They develop this during their friendship and it ends up rolling over into their relationship, even after Hiccup has basically told her she doesn’t need to ask permission for a lot of these anymore. She adds a new one after they start dating--she taps him a couple times wherever she wants to kiss him to ask if it’s cool to give him a smooch! It usually is.

~INFODUMPING. Literally SO. MUCH. INFODUMPING. Hiccup absolutely WILL NOT SHUT UP when he gets to talking about one of his special interests. Anna just will not shut up in general, but when the topic changes to one of her hyperfixations, it’s even worse. If you try to have a conversation with these two while they’re infodumping, you WILL get talked over. Honestly, left to their own devices, they could probably infodump to each other for literal days on end.

~Despite how much they both like to infodump, they’re both pretty good about being patient and indulging the other when it’s their partner’s turn to infodump in the conversation XD They are, however, notorious about accidentally triggering a barely-related infodump in the other person. It’s not uncommon for one of them to finish a rant and then the other goes “OH THAT REMINDS ME” and sets off on a completely different, barely-related rant.

~Hiccup actually really appreciates how overexpressive--and occasionally overdramatic--Anna tends to be. He never has to try and figure out what she’s thinking because she just says everything in her brain, and her body language basically always matches how she’s feeling to a ridiculous extent, so he never has to give himself a headache trying to read her. The fact that she’s the opposite of subtle and has no filter whatsoever works great for him, because he doesn’t have to drive himself insane trying to understand her. He gets her better than he gets most people because she’s an open goddamn book. The boy’s never been the best with social cues at all, never mind the nuanced, obscure ones, so Anna’s general straightforwardness and utter inability to hide her true feelings at literally any time is a breath of fresh air. What you see is basically what you get, and Hiccup wouldn’t have it any other way.

~People think when Anna and Hiccup start dating it’s gonna be a disaster, mainly because he’s so blunt and she can be...”oversensitive” (i.e. has a REALLY bad case of RSD). Turns out they’re dead wrong--because Hiccup has RSD too! (I mean, come ON--look how BADLY he wants to get his village’s approval! And how hard he takes it when his dad or someone else is mad at him--even if he tries to hide it with snark) He’s actually one of the few people who can be blunt enough with Anna that she realizes when she’s being a dumbass but tactful enough not to hurt her feelings or set off her RSD--because god, has he been there. When Anna is being especially difficult and has worked herself into a real bad funk, Hiccup (and sometimes Elsa) is the only people who can talk to her and get through to her without getting blown up at.

~They stim in similar ways!!! They both tend to fidget or kinda bounce up in down in place as a way to comfort themselves and calm themselves down (I see them both having a lot of anxiety and generally being kind of paranoid, although Anna is MUCH better at hiding this via putting on a cheerful face). They both do the leg bounce!!! Also if they get SUPER excited they’ll do a little awkward happy dance!!! They both also tend to stim by rubbing things in small, repetitive motions--with Hiccup, it’s usually his sketching pens, his ear, his head, or the back of his neck, while with Anna, it’s usually her other hand, her arm, her clothes, or really anything with kind of a comforting, consistent texture (some favorites are rubber, felt, and velvet). After they start dating, they actually will stim with each other’s hands while holding hands--usually by squeezing the other person’s hand in kind of a repetitive pattern or doing the thumb-rub thing on the back of the other person’s hand. It’s not uncommon for them to each be doing something completely unrelated while holding hands and just stimming on each other’s hands the entire time. Anna especially really loves when she feels Hiccup stimming on her, because it’s her little indicator that he’s happy and feels at peace and content in her presence and she LOVES being able to do that for him!

~They both stim by playing with hair too! Anna likes to play with her own to stim--mainly by figeting with the end of her braids or tucking hair behind her ear. She DOES love to ruffle Hiccup’s hair too (and she LOVES how fluffy it is!), but it’s usually not a stim thing. After they start dating, Anna does occasionally stim by massaging Hiccup’s hair/scalp, but she doesn’t usually do it for very long. Hiccup really loves braiding Anna’s hair, or just playing with it when it’s down. it helps him relax and clear his mind to have something fairly repetitive and/or mindless to do.

~Even after gaining some confidence, Hiccup still has a fair bit of social anxiety, so he and Anna basically always go to parties and social events together and stick with each other the whole time to make it less intimidating for him. Hiccup generally prefers to let Anna do the talking when they chat with people, and sometimes if he’s REALLY nervous he’ll sometimes even let her kinda talk for him (not in a condescending “speaking over” kinda way, but more in like a “I can sense you’re not comfortable speaking here so I’ll help you out as best I can” kinda way). She always makes sure to leave space in the conversation for him to take over talking if he wants. She’s also incredibly prone to bragging about his accomplishments to basically everyone they know. Hiccup is both embarrassed and flattered by this.

~When Anna finds out about meltdowns (probably through Hiccup mentioning it kind of offhandedly--“Eh, sorry I went AWOL last night, I was having a bit of a meltdown. Don’t worry about it, I’m fine now.”) she lowkey gets super anxious and frustrated because she REALLY wants to help, but has no idea how. Cue literal HOURS of research on the internet and AGGRESSIVE memorizing of any and all tips that she reads that she thinks would help. Which, of course, means several MORE hours spent going over flashcards like she’s studying for a goddamn test, because Anna has never been known for her sharp, expansive memory.

~The first time Hiccup ever has a meltdown in front of her (maybe after a really bad phone fight with his dad or something? Just general sensory overload?), she takes him to a secluded room and IMMEDIATELY gets rid of anything that could be agitating sensory-wise. She dims the lights! She closes the blinds! She throws a nearby clock, an alarm, a timer, and several other objects with only the slightest potential of making an annoying noise out of a nearby window in a fit of passion! She goes on a frenzied quest to find Hiccup’s noise-cancelling headphones--and finishes it in record time! Even in a state of emotional turmoil, Hiccup realizes that Anna’s being just a little too methodical in how she goes about all this--these are the kind of things that wouldn’t ever occur naturally to her to do. So as soon as he calms down a bit and has screamed into a pillow for a while, he’s like “...did you go on the internet to look up how to help with meltdowns?” and Anna’s like “...yes?” And Hiccup is lowkey so touched he starts crying all over again...and then, naturally, makes a long string of snarky comments to try and distract from it XD

~For their anniversary Anna saves up a bunch and buys Hiccup a lizard and a terrarium!!! She gets him a crocodile skink because, I quote, “Well, they always look annoyed, they’re kinda shy, they don’t like to be touched, and they look like tiny dragons, so they reminded me of you!!!” Hiccup screams like a goddamn fangirl, he’s SO excited. As luck would have it, Hiccup’s crocodile skink is a lot less skittish and prone to hiding than they usually are, and he actually lets Hiccup pick him up and pet him without much issue. Which is honestly great, because repeatedly touching something smooth and even like lizard scales helps calm Hiccup down when he’s agitated and helps with some of his sensory issues.

~Probably goes without saying, but Hiccup basically NEVER genuinely gives Anna a hard time about her memory problems or how she’s not always the quickest on the uptake, and if anyone tries to call her annoying, dumb, or immature he will absolutely roast them into oblivion. He does sometimes like...lightly tease her about jumping into things without thinking or never shutting up, but he never pushes it if he can tell she’s genuinely bothered by it (and, again, Anna is very easy to read, so it’s not hard to tell XD)

~I’ve seen other people in the fandom HC either Hiccup, Anna, or both of them as BOTH autistic and ADHD, and honestly...fuck yes!!! I’m down for this too! I love the idea of these two disaster ND kids just vibing with each other on so many damn levels that it’s like...incomprehensible to the average human XD Like man, they fuckin GET each other!!! I’m pretty happy with most combinations of ADHD + Autistic headcanons for Anna and Hiccup, so long as they end up vibing!!!

~THEY JUST. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER. SO MUCH. THEY LITERALLY WOULD DIE FOR EACH OTHER. I AM SURE OF IT. I’M CRYING. 

[thevalicemultiverse]

Get To Know the Muse(s) -- Alice & Victor

season:  Alice -- early spring; Victor -- late spring

color:  Alice -- blue and red; Victor -- blue

pie:  Alice -- strawberry; Victor -- apple

fruit:  Alice -- strawberries; Victor -- apples

ice cream flavor:  Alice --  strawberry, chocolate, Neapolitan; Victor -- chocolate, Rocky Road, Cookies & Cream

breakfast food:  Alice --  pancakes with syrup; Victor -- French toast and hard-boiled eggs

alcoholic drink: Alice -- Nothing; Victor -- Nothing (neither of them drink)

soda flavor:  Alice --  Dr. Pepper; Victor -- root beer

scent:  Alice -- Floral scents, catnip; Victor -- Tree scents, dog smells

flowers:  Alice -- Roses, lilies; Victor -- daffodils, bluebells

animal:  Alice -- cats, rabbits; Victor -- dogs, butterflies

movie:  Alice -- The Truman Show (I think she’d find the main character relatable, and the whole movie fascinating); Victor -- Ghostbusters (a fun sci-fi/fantasy about busting ghosts! He also likes the sequel and the reboot)

tv show:  Alice -- QI (it’s a show about weird facts and suchlike; right up her alley); Victor -- Castlevania on Netflix (I have personally not seen it, but I’ve heard good things, and it’s about vampires and kick-ass lady magic users and going up against evil -- he’d probably enjoy it)

book: For modern verses, anyway: Alice -- Monstrous Regiment from the Discworld series (she likes and relates to the main cast a lot); Victor -- Dragonsong from the Dragonriders of Pern series (he’s always wanted a pet dragon, and he relates to Menolly more than he thinks he should)

fairy tale: Alice -- Cinderella (she has a whole new appreciation for what the title character went through after Houndsditch -- also the mental image of Bumby getting his eyes pecked out by birds in the appropriate versions); Victor -- Snow White (he can’t help but feel a kinship with the princess who shares his color scheme -- plus he’s sometimes wondered if running off to a house of dwarves in the woods wouldn’t be better for him than his home life)

genre of music:  Alice -- “moody” songs (like with heavy bass beats, dark lyrics, stuff like that), but she’s also fond of parodies; Victor -- classical (especially piano numbers), big musical numbers

genre of movies:  Alice -- fantasy, comedy; Victor -- sci-fi, fantasy

genre of books:  Alice -- fantasy, mystery; Victor -- fantasy, horror

Pick one.

hot or cold: Both prefer hot

juice or soda: Alice prefers juice; Victor is more likely to get a soda

tv or movie: Both would pick movie 

movie or book: Both would pick book

late night talk shows or reality tv: I don’t think they’d like either, but if there was nothing else on, I think they’d pick reality TV -- might be more interesting, should provide plenty of opportunities to mock the television

twitter or instagram: I think both would prefer Instagram; Twitter would provide too many opportunities to annoy them

trees or flowers: Alice prefers flowers; Victor prefers trees

philosophy or psychology: Both are more into philosophy (Alice in particular doesn’t like psychology for what I hope are obvious reasons)

ocean or lake: Both are more familiar with lakes, at least in the real world; the Deluded Depths are fun in Wonderland, though!

water park or amusement park: I think they’d both prefer an amusement park, though one with water rides would be a good compromise

cats or dogs: Alice is a cat person; Victor is a dog person

fresh water or sparkling water: Both prefer fresh water

sugar or honey: In tea, I assume? I’d say both prefer sugar, though they both will eat honey

cookies or candy: Both prefer cookies (though Victor will definitely not say no to candy)

bath or shower: Alice prefers showers; Victor likes baths (even if he’s too long for most bathtubs!)

morning or night: Both tend toward night (even in verses where one of them doesn’t have to be nocturnal)

running or walking: Both like walking (particularly together); both tend to end up running from something at some point. XD

piercings or tattoos: Eh, I can’t see either of them getting either. . .but if it came down to it, I could see both going for a tattoo over piercings.

frozen yogurt or ice cream: Both prefer ice cream, but this doesn’t mean they won’t eat frozen yogurt

vanilla or chocolate: Both prefer chocolate

caramel or butterscotch: Both like caramel

art or music: Alice falls on the art side; Victor falls on the music one (though he’s also an accomplished artist, and Alice likes his music a lot)

t-shirt or button down: Alice is more likely to wear a plain t-shirt; Victor prefers a button-down

text or call: I think both prefer text -- less pressure that way, and Victor in particular finds it easier when he can do a draft or two of what he wants to say

ghosts or aliens: Both prefer ghosts (and are more likely to encounter them everywhere except my Sims game)

Have they ever.

ridden a motorcycle: Depends on the verse, but I’ve stated in the past I like the idea of Secundus!Alice getting her own steampunk motorcycle and roaring through the streets with a mildly-terrified Victor XD Most of the time, though, neither of them have.

stolen something: Again, verse-dependent -- most of the time, I’d say no for both, but the Catch Us!pair probably steal things from their victims, and just for survival purposes, while Londerland Bloodlines!Alice will occasionally pick up “vendor trash” to sell to Fat Larry. (Not so much once she starts getting money from more legit sources, though.)

eaten an entire pizza by themselves: Alice, probably not. Victor, yes. XD (Though it was over an entire night)

made a prank call: I can’t see either of them being the type, so no.

broken a bone: Somehow, neither of them have. Victor is as shocked as anyone about this. (Though he has sprained his ankle.)

fallen asleep during a concert or movie: A concert? Not to both? A movie? Not in theaters, but I can see them maybe falling asleep watching a super-late movie one night at home. (Cute mental image, actually.)

walked out of a movie because it was so bad: I personally think they’d stick it out to give it the MST3K/Rifftrax treatment (quietly) unless it properly offended them. So neither has done so yet, but it’s a possibility.

been on the phone with someone for longer than 2 hours: No, if only because I can’t think of any situation where they would have to be.

dined & dashed: Traditional form? No, neither. But Londerland Bloodlines!Alice has occasionally had to just grab a convenient person to drink from when she was low on blood. Sort of counts?

held a gun: This is verse-dependent -- the vast majority, no. But I’m sure the Catch Us pair have used guns on occasion (if their victim has one to wrestle away, anyway), and Londerland Bloodlines!Alice learned how to shoot to protect herself on the mean streets of L.A.

ding dong ditched: I can’t see either doing this -- except maybe Catch Us!pair, or Londerland Bloodlines!Alice, as some sort of distraction while they do something else. (LB!Alice is a master of Obfuscate, after all. . .)

gone skinny dipping: Nooope for both. Nope no never.

cried during a movie: Yes, though Alice generally hides it a bit better than Victor. She’ll only openly cry if she’s alone, or with people she trusts (generally Victor, add in Victoria, Emily, Lizzie, Bonejangles/Sam, Richard, and Christopher depending on verse).

smuggled food into a movie: Alice would, Victor wouldn’t -- but only because Victor can consistently afford concession prices. And to be honest, he’d probably help Alice smuggle in food if she asked.

lied to get a job: No -- if only because neither of them has ever had to (Victor of course comes from super-rich stock, and Alice generally either has a job given to her/forced on her, or picks something she knows she can get without lying)

practiced lines in front of a mirror: Victor has, for when he has to be Social with his parents -- it doesn’t usually help much, as his anxiety gives no shits about how much he practices. I can’t think of a situation for Alice to do so, but maybe if she needs to rehearse something difficult to say sometime. . .

tried to see how many marshmallows they can stuff in their mouth at once: Not as of this writing, but somehow I think they might at some point XD

been kicked out of somewhere: Yes, though for different reasons -- Alice because she was making a scene while stuck in Wonderland; Victor because his parents were making a scene and he was “collateral damage.” Oh, and I guess Victor was essentially kicked out of Burtonsville in both Forgotten Vows and Secundus. . .and then decided he never wanted to go back anyway

been on a blind date: Does a blind arranged marriage count? Actually, in more modern verses, the two sets of parents WOULD set the kids up on a date without introducing them first, so -- yeah, I guess Victor has. Alice, no. 

ghosted someone: No -- unless you count Alice disappearing from Houndsditch as such in the “Catch Us If You Can” verse. Victor’s probably been ghosted once or twice by women who didn’t wish to continue their acquaintance. Not a pleasant experience.

bragged about something they haven’t done: Victor, no. Alice. . .edge case, as she’ll brag about stuff she’s done in Wonderland, not the real world. Which, considering the stuff she can pull off in Wonderland, I say -- let the woman brag.

said i love you without meaning it: No, neither. Alice only says it when she means it, and Victor has meant it every time he’s said it.

gotten in a fight: Yes to both, though how often depends on the verse. 

fallen asleep on a bus: I can’t see either of them doing it, if only because I don’t think either would ever feel comfortable enough to fall asleep. Too many people and not exactly plush seats are not conducive to rest.

Miscellaneous.

how do they take their tea or coffee:  Alice takes her tea with a couple of spoonfuls of sugar and a quick dash of milk; Victor puts so much sugar and milk into his it can barely be called “tea”

what is their ideal date: Depends on the verse, but a few favorites are going to the park on a picnic (Forgotten Vows and Secundus); either going dancing or staying at home for a private dance party (Cuddlepile); and going to the movies (Londerland Bloodlines). I’d also like for at least one skating date to happen in some verse. XD

what are some of their guilty pleasures: Alice has probably read and enjoyed some romance novels -- it’s a guilty pleasure in the sense of “Lizzie would probably never forgive me for reading these.” XD Victor, depending on the verse, has penny dreadfuls or comic books, which his mother disapproves of but he reads on the sly. He particularly enjoys superheroes and horror stories.

longest they’ve stayed up for: This would be dependent on verse, but I’m sure that both of them have stayed up at least one entire day for some reason at some point

greatest talent: For Victor, it’s definitely his piano skills -- he’s got a nice well of natural ability, and he’s put in the practice to get really good at it. For Alice, it’s storytelling -- she knows how to weave a good yarn, helped a lot by that active imagination of hers!

strange habits: Less “strange” and more “informed by her past trauma,” Alice tends to triple-check every fireplace in her current home to make sure it’s out before going to bed. Yes, it was deliberate arson that took down her family home, but she still gets antsy over leaving flame attended. She also tends to rock on her heels when in deep thought. Victor of course has his tie-pulling and general fidgeting when he’s nervous -- I can’t think of anything off the top of my head that he might have that is stranger.

first job: Alice’s would be her stint at Bumby’s -- she was maid and dogsbody in exchange for her keep and a smidgen of salary. Victor -- well, does helping his father do the books at his fish business count?

can they do a handstand: Alice probably could if she practiced enough, though I don’t know how long she could hold it. Victor could only do it against a wall, and even then he’d probably tip over after a couple of seconds.

can they cook: Yes -- they both have a baseline of “I can make a couple of edible items,” and improve from there. Victor in particular grows to like baking.

do they have allergies: Alice does not, but Victor is allergic to artichokes. Nothing life-threatening, fortunately, but it does result in an itchy rash all over his face and neck if he eats them.

do they believe in love in first sight: Alice never did -- Victor is willing to believe at least in attraction at first sight, thanks to his experiences with Victoria and Emily. He’s not sure about true love, though.

have any special talents: Well, I already mentioned playing piano for Victor, and storytelling for Alice. They’re also both quite good artists! Alice works in pencil, while Victor works in quill pen and ink. Victor is also a MASTER at climbing, thanks to finding that going vertical often helped him get away from his bullies growing up. And I’m sure Alice’s way with sarcastic comments must count too. :p

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