#this was supposed to be in the winter headcanons post

[aggro-my-beloved]

the lighthearted threat from Damien did little to mollify the earth elemental tracing gouges in their hardwood floors.

“hux, please sit your fine ass onto this couch. preferably before the opening credits are over.” behind damien sits gavin and freelancer on the lovseat. a few seconds after his demand, freelancer clears their throat garishly and then chuckles at the sound of a crisp bill in their hand.

they add it to their growing fund supplied by gavin. “that’s it, damien,” they then begin singing “don’t stop believin’.”he’s not sure when would be the appropriate time to tell them that gavin’s abilities and charismatic intrusiveness has sniffed out damien being a bottom long ago, and he’s letting them win to unknowingly false giveaways of his position in bed.

then again, it would be nice to witness gavin to go broke over his new partner.

“hey, where’s my cut of that for being your entertainment for two weeks in a row?” before freelancer could answer, gavin quips. “i don’t know, check up your ass. clearly no one’s using it.”

for what it’s worth, he’s playing the part of ‘sore loser’ like an expert.

by this time, the opening credits have ended and moorise is depositing over dahlia, and his boyfriend is…frowning into his mug of hot chocolate.

“what is it?” damien mumbles under the voices emitting from the tv. “nothing, it’s just a little cold, i’ll just…” his knees begin propelling his torso upward from the couch, damien knows at the rate he’s at, he won’t be sitting back down until the end credits now.

he halts him by snatching the cup from his hand. “don’t think so.” he mutters and compresses all his magic to his palms to bring the temperature of the mug to a homely warmth. “why got you so anxious tonight, anyway?”

huxley’s eyes dart back to the kitchen he’d been so close to retreating to, with an engagement ring glinting in a cabinet drawer, wide open. “nothing, dude.”

[fruixtii]

Someone talk to me or ask me about diasomnia. I can’t sleep and I’m bored

[intrepidacious]

masterlist – b. barnes

KEY: ♡ personal favourite | ✧ new additions

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✩ series

time after time [ongoing] ♡ ✧ ↳ time loops ; post tfatws ; angst with a happy ending | 60k+

After what starts out as a fairly normal mission, you find yourself stuck in a time loop. Which would already be bad enough in itself if it didn’t also mean having to watch Bucky die over and over again.

✩ one shots

insomnia ↳ fluff ; sharing a bed | 1.5k

It’s 5am, and for some reason, you just can’t fall asleep.

first date, last night ♡ ↳ 40s!bucky ; neighbors ; mutual pining | 5.5k

You were supposed to go on a date tonight, but Bucky just had to interfere. It doesn't make any sense, either. It's not like there's anything going on between the two of you.

baby, it's bad out there ↳ set during hawkeye | 9.8k

Your best friend Kate has always been good at attracting trouble and this time, it’s starting to become your problem, too. Then again, what’s Christmas in New York City without meet-cutes and gunfire?

not even a little ↳ modern au ; roommates | 5.7k

The problem of living with Bucky is that he makes it impossible not to fall in love with him. Even though you could list several hundred reasons why it's a bad idea. And you have.

heal me, baby ↳ nurse!reader ; hurt/comfort | 2.6k

Your friendship starts with you cleaning up his wounds and Bucky paying to get the blood stains out of your couch. Something else starts, too.

set me free ♡ ↳ 40s! bucky ; little mermaid retelling | 6.4k

Once upon a time, a soldier fell from a train. Thankfully, this time, he is found by gentle hands, and a beautiful voice keeps him safe from the cold.

↳ sequel headcanon: being understood

blind roads ↳ bonnie and clyde au ; implied smut ; fluff and angst | 4.4k

"I'm James Bucky Barnes. This is my charming fiancée. We rob banks." (or, the Bonnie and Clyde AU literally no one asked for.)

↳ bonus drabble: no plan b

every dream gone ↳ pure unadulterated angst ; canon-compliant | 3.2k

After the events of Winter Soldier, Bucky slowly realizes just how much he lost after his fall.

↳ bonus drabble: homecoming

almost believing ↳ friends to lovers ; fake dating for a mission | 5.4k

You and Bucky aren't exactly on speaking terms at the moment. That doesn't mean you're getting out of having to pretend to be married for a mission.

a million summers ↳ college au ; childhood friends to lovers | 3k

Something shifts between you and Bucky when he comes back home from college.

about that night (the bugs and the dirt) ↳ witch!reader ; gothic vibes | 1.2k

You never talk about that night, and Bucky never asks. Even though he can’t help but suspect something is wrong.

✩ drabbles, blurbs and more

seven sentence drabbles (masterlist)

headcanons (masterlist)

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[kevinsdsy]

THE TROJANS SOCIAL MEDIA AU HEADCANONS pt. 1

laila dermott

laila dermott is muslim!! i've had this headcanon since i read the king's men for the first time in 2019 hehe and now is my time to push it.

nabil & laila are besties. they're both muslim and both in same-sex relationships which leads to them having an understanding of each other like no one else on the team could have with them.

ntm laila fr was his standing pillar when he was figuring out his sexuality

nabil mahmoud

nabil is gay!! which is something he really had to deal with and accept due to him being muslim too (bc what am i without the religious trauma due to sexuality lore)

nabil and tony are dating each other in the socmed au!! even without the au i would like to believe and headcanon there's something happening there :))

i've written a bit more about them in another headcanon post tho.

antonio "tony" jones

tony is what like a year or two older than the rest? he's an assistant and i'm not sure how old they're supposed to be in the book tbh so i would like to think it's possible or he's an intern (i love him being an intern either way tho so i'm very much leaning into that one)

jeremy knox

JEREMY KNOX USED TO PLAY FOOTBALL (soccer), but due to him playing so aggressively and due to him always being guilty of too many fouls he switched to exy :))

cody winter

cody doesn't know what sleep is and they don't care to find out. they're living on like 2 to 4 hours a sleep a night and surprisingly enough it works for them too.

cody is also SUPER competitive which is why they have managed to be part of the captain gc. their competiteviness has led to them pushing the backliners as much as cody can and the backliners actually listen to them too.

shawn anderson

oh shawn. shawn shawn shawn.

you were supposed to be no one. a random guy on the team.

you exist to me now. i feel like i could make a whole post about just him atp.

shawn was supposed to be comedic relief for the posts i felt were too out of character for the rest of the team LMAOO, but now he actually has a personality (to me)

shawn works a part time shop at a café. even though he's surrounded by coffee at all times and drinks so much of it he's the sleepiest guy to ever exist.

like that man gets about 8 hours a sleep every day and still takes nap, but still ends up with bags under his eyes.

he's always tired for some reason and everyone is so used to it atp. like he will ALWAYS sleep on the bus/airplane, no matter how long the drive/flight is.

but when he's finally awake he's so hyper. he says the silliest things. repeats the same phrases over and over again and has about zero filter.

most of the time the zero filter has to do with the fact he speaks before he thinks. it even catches himself off guard sometimes.

i feel like this is too long and we haven't even gotten into jean and shawn dynamic so i'm just gonna cut it off here and they’ll get another part i think

derrick allen

bro we don't even know who derrick is, but apparently he's someone to me now too.

this man has crazy attachment issues, but is also the biggest simp for shawn too.

he likes going around kissing shawn and making out with shawn, but whenever shawn mentions something serious derrick acts like it's just a joke. which i guess is easy to do, because shawn is always treating everything as a joke anyways. except he's really not trying to when it comes to derrick.

jean falls victim to shawn ranting and crying about derrick. so jean respectfully ignores derrick til he gets his shit together.

and i just realised i have SO MUCH to say about derrick and shawn too so let me cut myself off.

derek thompson

same as shawn and derrick. derek is supposed to be a no one, but here i am and suddenly derek is being perceived by me too

SOOO derek was supposed to be like the third party with derrick and shawn. it was supposed to be the three of them flirting and making out and being little shits but then y'all were asking about derrick & shawn and i decided yk what let's do it. then later the short oneshot was written by oomf and derek got mentioned as the one shawn is in love with and i was like oh... i fucked up the dynamic. but in another universe it would've been the three of them ig

ANYWAYYSS derek takes medication. i haven't really decided on what kind of medications, but while thinking about him i always imagined either depression or adhd or both idk

and i have so many more headcanons for the au, but this is too long so i´ll post part 2 another time :))

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

blorbos are how we are coping with current events

so uh. here’s a few nice lighthearted gravity falls headcanons for you all (and yes there is a lot of ford centric ones here. no negativity about him on this post, please. preferably not about anyone else featured here either)

-both stan twins are trans. shermie was the first one they told about this, and he’s been immensely supportive of them. he started referring to them as ‘boys’ whenever he could, especially when filbrick was around (‘you boys ready?’ and stuff like that). even though the twins haven’t seen him in a while, and his relationship with ford is a little strained, they both still feel safe around him

-shermie’s daughter, the mother of the mystery twins, is transmascfem. they’ve always been much closer to her than to their father. it was her idea to get a cat, and she let the niblings pick it out. they collectively named it ‘smoky’

-both mystery twins are trans as well. as soon as he knew, stan made damn sure they were aware of his support for them. mabel told ford she was trans before dipper did, and he made sure they both knew he would support them as well

-the stan twins get a ship cat with polydactyl and name him icarus. he was supposed to work as pest control, but ford babied him too much so now he’s just there for emotional support

-upon figuring out how cellphones work, ford took an immense liking to the camera function. he frequently sends stan and the niblings pictures of anomalies, animals, or just cool stuff he finds

-stan keeps his cool when being insulted, but absolutely cannot stand it when the same happens to his family. type of guy to go ‘ok’ when you tell him he sucks, and then turn around and threaten to murder you when you say the same to ford or the niblings

-gideon is an exception. gideon crossed the line with mabel and now stan can’t help but get irrationally angry every time he sees or hears him

-ford isn’t as good at math as people tend to thinks he is, and he is. so anxious about someone finding that out

-ford has maladaptive daydreaming disorder, and so does mabel

-ford initially bought the painting in the attic of a ship in a storm because it reminded him of stan

-melody and soos got a tabby cat and named it metronome. soos chose the name because it was similar in theme to ‘melody’ and cause he thought it sounded cool. melody calls the cat ‘bloop’ and at this point it probably thinks that’s its actual name

-mabel uses exclusively edible glitter due to all the pets in her life (waddles, smoky, icarus, metronome)

-mabel helps pacifica realize that she’s transmascfemneu. this makes pacifica think about things a lot, and eventually she ends up in a qpr with mabel (featuring candy and grenda as wingmen)

-wendy is bigender and enby

-ford nearly cried the first time stan made pancakes after the portal

-it’s become a running bit to call ford anything but his name and at this point he’s just given up on correcting people and chosen to embrace it

-robbie’s first name is actually robin. his friends started calling him robbie when he came out as trans and the name just stuck. he’s still very attached to ‘robin’ though and has no problem being called that as well

-stan repaired his old winter jacket, though he doesn’t wear it any more. ford sometimes does

-because stan runs hot and ford runs very cold, ford has a tendency to come up to stan and hug him under his coat. stan is fine with this, despite his grumblings about ford just doing it to steal some warmth

-ford experiences cuteness aggression to the max, while stan really doesn’t at all. icarus has experienced both threats of being eaten/crushed and ford screaming into his fluff

-icarus has separation anxiety with ford

-stan doodles on ford a lot. the only rule is nothing on his face and do NOT touch the neck tattoo (destroyed as it may be from weirdmaggedon). yes, stanley, the all-star one. get that smug smile off your face- stop laughing-!

-ford’s sleep schedule has significantly improved since getting icarus. this is mostly because he sometimes falls asleep while waiting for icarus to move off his lap (can’t move til the cat does, y’know how it is)

-stan loves loves LOVES sunny cloudy days. they remind him of running across the beach with his brother, and watching the niblings throw water balloons at each other, and hearing his twin laugh as he tells jokes on the stan o’ war ii

-stan had ford custom engrave his lighter. he thinks it looks cool as shit

-ford has made several smoke bombs for stan. he has no clue what he keeps using them for, but he likes building things, so he doesn’t mind

-mabel has set up three music playlists for the stans. one only for ford, one only for stan, and one that’s visible to both where they can both add music

-mabel introduced ford to breakcore and noisecore. she was very surprised that he liked the two genres

-ford is agender and anattractional

-stan’s favorite smells are cinnamon, bergamot, and saltwater

-stan made sure to always have supplies to make brownies and hot chocolate on the ship in case of them need some mood lifting

-ford has a plaid weighted blanket. the cat laying on top of him every night also helps

-ford made sure stan got a good mattress that would work with his back before they set sail. stan argued with him the entire time, but he has been waking up in less pain since then

-ford always ends up hogging the blankets in any bed. more cover = better in his unconscious mind. stan doesn’t really mind too much, but he would like to keep at least one blanket some time

-ford makes a startlingly good seagull impression

[us3rnam3-r3dact3d]

I’m back on my Redacted shit, here are some Post Inversion headcanons

As a note, I’m not a doctor. I did some cursory googling about the medical stuff, but I very well might be wrong. On that note TW: injury, some discussion of… guts… and general angst.

David feels weird for days after the Inversion, like there’s something moving around inside of him. At random points during the day, he’ll stop what he’s doing, press his hand to his chest, and hold his breath until it passes. He asks Sam about it, and Sam explains; “You were essentially disemboweled, David. We had to put parts of you back in while we were underground. In surgery and in major healing, we usually take the time to arrange the organs carefully. But… we didn’t have the time. You bleeding out was the bigger concern. But your organs know where they’re supposed to be. What you’re feeling is everything… finding it’s way back.” David nodded and thanked him, and promptly locked himself in the bathroom and vomited for half an hour.

The entire pack stayed at David and Angel’s house for about two weeks post Inversion. Asher and Christian were the worst off, and spent pretty much the whole time sleeping on the sectional in the living room. At some point, somebody turned on Family Guy for background noise and it ran uninterrupted for pretty much the whole two weeks. Now, Ash and Christian have very intense opinions about Family Guy, and Ash claims that he very strange, Family Guy themed dreams to this day from how much he slept with it playing in the background. David is still angry that his recommended feed on Hulu is forever changed because of this.

Sam doesn’t sleep for a week after. It starts innocent enough, just him trying to run interference between Vincent and his new progeny and the pack being largely down for the count. He and Darlin’ end up taking a lot on in the days following the Inversion since they’re on their feet and, largely, in one piece. He gets pretty far running on fumes, but Vincent catches him after a week. Sam had been staying with him to help with Lovely, and Vincent walked in to see him staring motionlessly into the fridge. Vincent didn’t know how long he’d been there, but after calling Sam’s name and getting no response, he starts timing it. When they hit fifteen minutes, he escorted Sam to the nearest flat surface and forces him to sleep.

Damien developed very bad sleep paralysis after the Inversion. Almost every night, he would wake up freezing cold and to a shade hovering over his bed, claws extended getting ready to tear him into ribbons all over again. It would take two or three minutes for him to break out of it, and even longer for him to convince himself that the shade wasn’t real. He took to sleeping with all of his lights on and his heat turned up. It got better when he moved in with Huxley, but it never goes away entirely. It gets worse in the winter, especially when he’s reminded about the Inversion in some way. The Moonbound Solstice is particularly difficult.

[rorywritesjunk]

Master Post

Hullo! I am Rory. I write about Buggy from One Piece and One Piece Live Action. I decided to cobble a list of things. Unless otherwise specified, the fics can be read as either Anime Buggy or Live Action Buggy. Also I really like using song lyrics as titles so that's a thing. (Also my main account is @thehohwitch)

Requests are open as of 8/16/24!

Rules: No s-xual assault, *ncest, cheating, or age big age gaps (at least within a five year difference) things like that. I primarily write F reader with Buggy but I'm happy to write male as well, as well as nonbinary and trans. I don't do descriptions unless asked. I will also write for girl Buggy, just ask!

Also, if I am not vibing with a request, I will decline it, however I will also give it up to three attempts before deciding on it.

Also, please do not message me asking me to commission you for art. It is uncomfortable. I'm a friendly person but that is a boundary I don't want crossed. Works are under the cut! (Updated 6/17/24)

For Chapter Fics, please go here! *Fics in that link feature my OCs Sunny, Cupcake, and Birdie, as well as anything that is several chapters.

For one-shots, look below the cut!

Buggy is the Ultimate Girl Dad Headcanons Headcanons pt 1 Headcanons pt 2 (More indepth) Headcanons pt 3 (More!) Lil Buggy's Big Adventure (One-shot) One Shots "Pampering Buggy" PG-13 A fic of you pampering Buggy after he has a frustrating day.

"I won’t treat you like you’re oh so typical" Soft R Buggy wakes you up to help him with his makeup and he sometimes get grabby.

"All I dream of lately is how to get you underneath me" Soft R, sequel to "...oh so typical" It was Buggy’s turn to do your makeup.

"I will never ask you for anything, Except to dream sweet of me" PG-ish Look, everyone has some kind of secret. You just didn’t want Buggy to find this one out. "We’ll cry later or cry now, but baby, Heartbreak feels so good" PG-13ish Buggy messes up, there’s a fight, and he realizes how much you mean to him.

"So let’s set out to sea, love, ‘cause you are my medicine" PG-13ish Buggy has another frustrating day so you cook him some comfort food.

"I have seen no other Who compares with you" PG-13. Buggy decides you need your own ‘look’.

"best be prepared to get all that you bargained for" PG to PG-13. Buggy isn’t used to the gentle touch you give him since you joined his crew three months ago.

"there’ll be space for you always in my harmony" PG. Buggy finds out you have a hidden talent. "Home is wherever I’m with you" PG-13ish. You wanted to keep your relationship a secret but Buggy just wants you to join his crew.

"And all of my wildest dreams They just end up with you and me" PG. Richie is a pretty boy, yes he is, but so is Buggy. "I know it’s just a number but you’re the eighth wonder" R-ish. Buggy loves that you have a pair of glasses for every day of the week. "breathe the freezing crystal air, watch my baby crack a smile" G-PGish. You and Buggy agreed on exchanging just one gift for the Winter Solstice, but he’s a pirate and doesn’t follow the rules.

"Suppose I never ever let you Kiss me so sweet" PG-13ish Your healing powers are limited to one person a day but that doesn’t keep Buggy from demanding you heal him. "Dancing kisses on my cheek, it’s the wonders that I seek" PG-13 Buggy just wanted your birthday to go smoothly.

"So hold my hand, I’ll walk with you my dear" PG-13ish It’s the three year anniversary since everything changed in Buggy’s life for the worst.

"Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen" PG-13 You decide to ask Buggy an important question but he has major doubts. "Close my eyes for a while Force from the world a patient smile" PG Buggy says something he regrets to his older sister.

"I don’t blame you for being you But you can’t blame me for hating it". PG. A prank goes wrong, punishment laid out, and an accidental first kiss all in one day for Buggy. (pt 1)

"And I’m just the boy who’s had too many chances" PG. You and Buggy are finding out that becoming a teenager is absolutely terrible. (pt 2, sequel to "I don't blame you")

NSFW One Shots MDNI!

"I’m aiming for full control of this love" NC-17. Buggy has a fantasy that you decide to try involving Mihawk and Sir Crocodile.

"Like lighting when I’m swimming in the sea" R. Buggy never made time for sex until he met you well into his 30’s.

"You’re the only thing I wanna touch" NC-17. Buggy only comes up for air every so often and it’s a beautiful sight.

"You’ve got to promise not to stop when I say when" NC-17. Buggy’s been a bit of a brat today and you’ve had enough. "The stroke of your fingers The scent of your lingers" NC-17. You meet Alvida and get a bit of a crush, and Buggy is a rather supportive boyfriend with that. "If my velocity starts to make you sweat Then just don’t let go" NC-17. Buggy asks to try something new and you’re onboard with it.

[twstfanblog]

*~Thanks Give Me~* Pt 3

A/N: Third part ready and served! Yes I passed out writing this at least twice. So you can probably see it but at this point it's just gonna have to be. I have plans to do what I'm gonna call 'Winter Cleaning' since I wont be doing a Christmas fic this year. So lots of time to look back at all of my posted fics to fix typos and the such XD Word Count: 3.3K Pairings: Ruggie/Leona, Cater/Idia, Vil/Rook, Trey/Jade, Riddle/Floyd, Epel/Ace/Deuce/Jack Warnings: Swearing, Trans-headcanons, Drug mentions, Lying about pregnancy

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The dinner was surprisingly pleasant. It was a possibility, Trein knew that. His students, if push came to shove, could act civilly to each other for extended periods of time. It still made his heart soften seeing them all around the table engaged in conversations. If he craned his head a little to the left he could see Lucius seated at the ��Kids Table’. Demeaning? Possibly. But he knew his familiar wouldn't complain if he was receiving human food, not to mention the small tumbler of cream he had in place of the fruit punch the other children and Grim were given.

Looking to his right, Trein watched Cater take photo after photo of his plate. It was filled to the brim, a little tasteful piece from the most colorful dishes. But seeing him only pick at the food, Trein realized that was only his ‘Photo Plate’. The redhead was routinely picking off of Idia’s plate who was to Caters right. 

Thinking over the conversation he had with Yuu earlier that week, Trein placed his utensils down. Dabbing at his mouth to make sure no food was on his face, he cleared his throat, “Cater?”

The redhead in question snapped his head up, the flash of his camera flickering as it took a photo, “Yes? Sorry, is the flash bothering you, sir? I'm trying to see what lighting is better.”

"Nothing is the matter Cater, I wish to speak to you on other matters.”

“Oh?” Cater leaned his arm on the table, “Spill the tea.”

Trein linked his hands together, leveling Cater with a steady gaze, “You were given the a title as a task I believe?”

“Lol, yeah. Yuu says I'm ‘Gay Cousin’. Wont really tell me what I'm supposed to be doing though.”

“Oh, well this works out perfectly. Yuu alerted me as ‘Grandpa’, it was my task to ask you certain questions.”

“Oh, thank the Seven. Actual direction…”

Trein pulled his phone from his inner robe pocket along with his reading glasses. Putting his glasses on, he opened the notes app, “Now, I've heard you children say a few terms that I'm not aware of…would you tell me what a…’Gyatt’ is?”

Cater turned to Idia, grabbing his attention from his tablet, “Switch seats with me.”

“There's two T's.”

“Switch with me right the fuck now.”

Leona ate as much from his plate in big bites as possible. Ruggie was no better, the hyena basically shoveling food down his throat without even closing his mouth. Looking to his other side, he had to hold back the urge to smirk.

Malleus Draconia, the bane of his existence and the most aggravating thorn to ever find its way to his side.

When he had visited Ramshackle to offer more monetary support, Yuu had given him a second task. They had revealed to him that they told Malleus Thanksgiving was a holiday of compromise and togetherness, meaning you weren't allowed to fight on the day. They then told him to do everything in his power to piss Malleus off.

Taking a sip of his beer, Leona glanced at Malleus from the corner of his eyes, “So, gargoyles…”

It almost made him feel bad seeing how quickly Malleus perked up, green eyes wide and sparkling.

“Yes? what did you wish to discuss about them?”

“What's your favored style? I can admit to having a soft spot for animal pieces, but the Savanna uses more geometric and plant designs.”

Malleus could have vibrated out of his seat and into the sun from how excited he became. He quickly launched into a lecture, noting the various styles and the positives of each one. Leona spoke up at points, giving actual opinions and thoughtful insights on the topic.

“I will say Kingscholar, I didn't expect you to have such knowledge on gargoyles! You must come to my club at a later date to speak on them farther.”

“I just might. Talking about grotesques is enjoyable-”

“Gargoyles.”

Leona raised an eyebrow, humming as he took another sip of his beer.

Malleus was still smiling, though his pupils had dilated into slits, “Gargoyles. We are speaking on gargoyles.’

Shrugging, Leona could barely hide his smirk from behind his glass, “Same thing.”

Leona watched in hidden elation as Malleus’s face slowly dropped the longer he talked. It was worth the days of learning gargoyle architecture just to give wrong definitions and terms, each new avenue of knowledge torturing Malleus in his urge to argue and correct him.

Soon Malleus was leaned on the table, head resting on his hands to give himself support while Leona kept talking.

Leona smiled, leaning closer to Malleus, “And you know what really gargles my goyles?”

Malleus gags hard and quick, managing to cover his mouth and steel himself.

“...Did you almost throw up?”

“I did. A little…”

The laugh Leona let out could only make Malleus more frustrated. 

Kalim had completely forgotten about the conversation topic Yuu recommended he try. He remembered as the plate of grilled and buttered corn made its second pass in front of him. Grabbing a cob, he looked across the table, “Hey, Azul. What's your opinion on The stalk market right now?”

Azul paused, closing the note app on his phone to give Kalim his full attention, “Kalim, have you been taking note of the stock market?”

“Yeah. I've only started checking on it the past week or so, but man! It's pretty wild, huh?”

Smiling, Azul moved to place another scoop of pasta salad onto his plate along with a third slice of turkey, “True. The stock market can be a bit of a wild west to the untrained. Do you have any predictions for the new year? My stepfather and I love to place bets on which company will have the worst spring quarter.”

"Hmmm. I don't know. I can't remember the companies by name still. But man, I read about one that lost half of their product due to outside issues. I'm just worried that prices will increase since they had such a bad production period. Other companies deal in their certain type of stalk, but this company was the biggest provider…”

“...” Azul placed his utensils down, giving Kalim his complete attention, “Kalim what sources are you getting this information from?” Azul doesn’t watch the stock market obsessively but he’d at least notice something so severe.

“Oh, I just Miraed ‘Stalk Market’ and started reading. You should really look up some stuff…”

“Jamil-”

Jamil didn’t even look up from his plate, grabbing a second helping of food, “Don’t involve me with this.”

Sighing, Azul turns back to Kalim, “There is no way, such a large shift happened without me noticing. Plus, if only one company is affected in production, then it wouldn’t raise prices if there are other competitors. What is this stock in?”

“Stalks.”

“Yes…Which stock? Do you remember if this company was in electronics? Services? What ddi this company do?”

“Stalks! Azul, do you know what the stalk market is?”

“Kalim, let’s not start that conversation. Tell me, in plain words, what kind of stock you were researching.”

“Corn stalks.”

“...”

Jamil had turned to them, looking at Kalim across the table, “Are you fucking serious?”

Cater had his head in his hands, Trein still beside him listing off old and newer slang that he wanted definitions of. The professor growing more and more disapproving with every new term he learned. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could do this.

“And…’boofing’, do you know what boofing is?”

WHO WAS BOOFING- “Pregnant. I’m pregnant.” Cater nodded to himself, using the trap card Yuu had given him to shift any conversation in his favor.

Trein raised a brow, “Is that what boofing is?”

Idia had locked in the second Cater said pregnant, looking at him in terrified confusion, “How are you pregnant?”

“...” Cater played with his hair, looking away from his boyfriend, “It’s not yours.”

Ortho quickly leaned over to narrow his eyes at Cater, Idia still stunned in silence, “Who’s the father?”

“...” Cater shifted his eyes across the table, silently watching as Trey contently ate his food.

Jade took notice, his own amused smile slowly falling from his face as he realized Cater was focused on Trey.

Feeling more and more eyes on him, Trey looked up mid-bite, “...What?”

Cater sighed, fully committing to his bit, “Trey, I’m pregnant.”

“...” Trey made the mistake of looking to his side, catching the unblinking stare of Jade’s barely contained emotions before looking back at Cater, “Why are you telling me?”

“It’s yours.”

Trey quickly reached his hand out, pinning Jade’s wrist to the table just as the mer tightened his grip on his knife, “Cater, we have…never slept together.”

Rook spoke up from Trein’s left, pouting at Cater, “Monsieur Magicam, how are you not sure it’s mine?”

Vil lost every ounce of amusement, glaring at Rook as though he was poisoning him with his eyes alone, “Why would it be yours?”

“Oh, mon amor. Love is a flighty and fickle predator, it hunts and snatches its prey with little to no warning.” Turning back to Cater, he placed a hand over his heart, “Are you sure it’s not mine?”

Cater could barely keep his face start, nodding as he watched Trey start struggling to hold Jade down from stabbing either of them, “I’m pretty sure. I’ve been craving violets and worrying about the teeth of children-���

Jade hissed under his breath, glaring at Trey and trying to grab his knife with his other hand, “How dare you impregnate someone else!?” 

“I didn’t!?”

Vil said nothing, glaring at Rook as the wine in his hand slowly started to bubble and turn black. His eye twitched as his boyfriend continued to lament and plea for Cater to tell him he was the father of his child.

Idia, breaking out of his spiral of despair and confusion, mumbling out, “Wait, you don’t even like vaginal sex. How’d you get pregnant?”

“...”

Trein spoke up, turning to Rook beside him, “Do you know what boofing is?”

Four glasses deep in the wine he brought, Crewel swirled his glass and picked at the ham on his plate. Eyes roaming the table for someone to target.

“Oi, Beakfish, hand me the red sludge.”

Riddle sighed, glaring at Floyd, “Don’t be rude to our professor and it’s cranberry sauce. Red sludge is very unappealing…Plus, it’s more of a burgundy color.”

“Eh? It’s a sludge though? It’s got chunks and everything.”

Silver raised an eyebrow, pouring more gravy onto his food, “It looks more like a jelly to me.”

While the three students were debating on what to call the condiment, Crewel grabbed the small platter but kept it close to himself, “I’ll pass it if you can tell me the boiling point of a frost potion, Floyd.”

“That’s a trick question. Frost potions don’t boil but they heat to temp.”

“Hmmm. Odd you know that but left it blank on your last test. Along with a number of other questions.”

Floyd groaned, rolling his eyes and moving to reach across the table and grab the platter in Crewel’s hand, “I didn’t wanna! Tests are so annoying, be happy I even wrote on it this time…”

Riddle glared at his boyfriend, “Honestly Floyd. You have to learn to put in more effort in your schoolwork. Your grades would be better for it.”

Crewel turned his eyes to Riddle, raising an eyebrow, “Like how you should be doing more cardio and strength training outside of Physical Education?”

“...”

“You can’t do five pull-ups, Riddle.”

Silver spoke around the spoonfuls of mashed potato in his mouth, “Riddle is able to lift a saddle during club.”

“By himself?”

“...” Silver looked back to his plate, poking at his side of vegetables, “The horses are much taller than him…”

Lilia laughed, his glass full of sangria having been drained for a third time already, “Oh come now Crewel! Children tend to try to avoid difficult things like schoolwork or exercise. We’re having a lovely meal, let’s drop the topic.”

“You have two essays you’ve yet to turn in.”

“...Um-”

“You’re aware that your Mistcord* status is public and shows you play Mortus Behind* for hours on end every night?”

“Well-”

Yuu spoke up, looking over as Deuce went back for a third helping of mac and cheese, “Slow down there, Deuce. Leave some for the rest of us.”

The spade soldier blushed, stopping from getting a second scoop before passing the dish over to Ace, “Sorry. It’s just really good, how many cheeses did you use in this?”

“Four. I call it Mac n Coma for a reason.”

“...You call it what?”

Epel hummed, biting into a deviled egg topped with a piece of ham, “Yur deviled eggs are really good, Deuce! Ah’ve never had them with chili powder before.”

Deuce smiled, “Thanks! My mom always made them with chili powder instead of cayenne. Cater confused me so much when I was making them…”

Taking another two eggs, Epel started to load his plate up again, making sure to refill his glass of apple juice, “This was a great idea. Ah’ve been meaning to get y'all together. Plus, Ah get ta really chow down without Vil bothering me about manners.”

Jack raised an eyebrow, watching Epel pile his plate high, “Eating is important, but you’re kind of…eating a lot. You know we can take leftovers back with us right?”

Ace looked from the side of his eyes, watching Ruggie eat without so much as stopping to breathe, “I mean, if there’s anything left…”

Epel had patted a hand on his stomach, “Well, you know. Eatin’ for two and all.”

Jack hacked and choked, an aborted spit take going down his windpipe. Sebek had dropped his fork onto his plate, looking at Epel with wide and terrified eyes, while Deuce seemed to buffer.

Ace sputtered, his half-chewed food falling out of his mouth, “You’re what!?”

“Oh, it ain’ yours.”

“Thank the Seven…”

Deuce held his head in his hands, staring at the table, “My mom is gonna kill me…”

“It ain’ yurs neither, Deuce. It’s Sebek or Jack’s but Ah’m not sure which…”

Jack still looked horrified, hitting his chest to clear his airway, “E-either way. I’ll step up to be there for you and the baby…”

“...” Sebek glares at Jack, “Why do you assume I wouldn’t be stepping up as the child’s father?”

“Why do you assume you’re the father?”

Slowly, Jack and Sebek’s tension escalated into an argument, the two larger freshmen moving to stand from their chairs or just leap across the table at each other. Both loudly proclaiming they’d be a proper provider for Epel and the child, unknowingly insinuating the other would not be.

While the two of them bickered back and forth, Yuu slipped Epel a twenty note bill under the table.

Sam finished off his second plate, looking around the the table. His task wasn't truly something he had to do, it was more of a get out of jail card for when the table was too rowdy for him. With two separate conversations at each end of the table dealing with possible pregnancies, a debate on if the production of corn counted as the stalk/stock market, and Draconia slowly coming to terms with the idea of manslaughter Sam decided he needed a little air.

He elbowed Crewel, stopping the wine drunk man from verbally dragging his students through the trenches, “I'm gonna go for a walk, you wanna come with?”

“To what? Have sex?”

“...” Sam shrugged his shoulders, “I mean, I was going to just…walk but we'll see how we feel afterwards?”

“...Yeah, ok.”

Floyd perks up, “Ah! Wait, shrimpy told me what your job was. I wanna come too!”

Lilia smiled, finally free from Crewel's judgemental glare, “Oh, a walk? May we join you? I even have my own…walk enhancers.”

Sam shrugged again, already standing from his seat, “Might as well.”

Their small group was barely noticed leaving, only Riddle and Silver taking account. Riddle raised an eyebrow, watching them walk out of the dining room without a goodbye.

“Where do you suppose they're going?”

Silver took the time to grab the cranberry sauce from Crewel's table space, “A walk. They should be back in about ten or fifteen minutes…”

“Why in the Seven would they go for a mid-meal walk? Once they were done eating I could understand, but Floyd's barely touched his second plate…”

“...” Silver looked over to Riddle, brows creased in confusion, “Riddle, They're going to do drugs. That's what taking a ‘walk’ means.”

The gasp Riddle gave was small but clearly horrified.

Dinner had ended, while a handful returned to their dorms (Idia of course, leaving the second Cater asked if he was ready to go, and Vil who finished his plate and dragged Rook out with him) most had decided to stick around Ramshackle.

The only reason he had stayed was the fact he did not have his phone for some reason. He tried to retrace his steps, checking around the now empty dinner table he found nothing but the nearly empty serving platters all covered again. The stray fairy watching him from little spaces, waiting for him to leave so they could pick at the food left improperly covered.

He checked the kitchen, finding only Crewel and Trein standing at the Island both nursing glasses of wine. Pouting, seated at the smaller dining table across from Vargas was Crowley. The headmaster begrudgingly eating from a plate, no doubt cursing Yuu under his breath for not actually inviting him to their massive friends and family dinner.

“Apologies for interrupting, professors. But have any of you seen my phone? White case with a rose popstand on the back?”

While most of the teachers shook their heads, Varga hummed before snapping his fingers, “The lounge! I think one of the kids had it.”

“Oh no…”

Walking into the lounge, Riddle had to hold in a snicker. Yuu had told him their family recipe for macaroni and cheese was known as ‘Mac n Coma’ and he could see why. Leona was passed out on the couch, snoring loudly face down in the cushions. Wedged between the back of the couch and Leona’s side was Ruggie. The hyena silent but sleeping just as hard with an arm draped over the back of Leona’s head.

The children were asleep too, each of them piled on top of Leona and Ruggie in a mass of limbs. Jack’s twin siblings squishing Cheka between them, the grey tipped twin sleepily gnawing on the lion cub’s tail. Deuce was also in the lounge, unfortunately unable to reach a couch or chair as he slept on the floor using a throw pillow as a blanket.

Looking around, he couldn’t see his phone anywhere. Groaning under his breath, he walked out to the back and to the patio. He quickly walked by Trey and Jade, the third-year quietly trying to calm his boyfriend who kept glaring at him. Walking around the garden, he finally saw his familiar white case.

The downside was that it was in Yuu’s hands, Floyd squished tight beside her in the pillow filled hammock swing. The two were whispering to themselves, giggling and pointing at the screen. 

He stood in front of them, hands on his hips and already tapping his foot in annoyance, “I would like my phone back, if you two delinquients wouldn’t mind.”

Floyd looked up, his eyes still rimmed in red from his ‘walk’ earlier, “In a minute, Goldfishie~. We gotta do something real fast.”

“What could you two possibly need my phone for?”

Yuu giggled, tapping on the phone and moving to place it against their ear, “We’re callin' your mom and seeing who can make her say a slur fastest.” “GIVE ME MY PHONE THIS INSTANT!”

*Twist version of Discord

*Twist version of Left 4 Dead

[misty-memories09]

Modern kny au headcanons, still on the group 1 (Makomo, Giyuu, Sabito, Mitsuri, Tengen and Kyojuro) btw. Also, this is like middle school/highschool although multiple (all) of these remain true for their whole lives.

Part 1 (Makomo, Giyuu and Sabito)

Mitsuri —

she learnt how to make necklaces out of beads and the rubber bracelets (still don't know what the fuck they're called) from makomo. so like she really loves making friendship bracelets for her friends and she's the type of person to give them to the whole school. but she also colour codes them so pink goes to her closest friends aka the friend group.

she loves to get to know about the latest fashion trends from tengen, and from the previous post I mentioned that sabito got into henna art and got mitsuri and tengen into it too, so like whenever they hang out, they draw henna art on each other's hands. (Mitsuri does Tengen's, Sabito does mitsuri's and Tengen does Sabito's).

she's also someone who looks like would get scared while watching scary movies but doesn't. but her favourite genre is romcom and I feel like she's had a wattpad phase atleast once in her life.

this one's from kimetsu gakuen, I really REALLY loved how she wants to draw a manga and then she also made the lovestory (or maybe it was that she had it I don't remember properly what), so like her dreams supposed to be to become a manga artist or an author. so she's writing a novel and she makes the other review it, and when she meets shinobu and they become quick friends like that.

she finds it ADORABLE that giyuu has so many toys, she really likes going over to his house and playing with him. (I headcanon them to be weird together and like I love giyuumitsu friendship where they're both silly and the same breed somehow). sometimes they get competitive in showing how many toys they have too and especially over limited edition ones. and they also built a lego city together and they named every single citizen too. they're both whimsy and child-like like that and no, I will not listen to criticism.

she also has a drawn potrait of all of her friends in her house because she loves all of them so much! this is because she used to get bullied in 2nd grade (and onwards), so finding people who not only appreciate her 'weirdness' but also join her make her so happy.

Rengoku —

it's canon that he likes sweet potatoes (omg same), so, adding to that he don't believe him when he says that he can cook sweet potatoes, he will burn your whole kitchen down in the process. whenever he cooks sweet potatoes, they happen to be either undercooked or burnt, there's no inbetween but he's working on it.

okay, so, it's modern au so I imagine him wearing hearing aids, whenever he's upset by hearing something or someone, he just turns his hearing aids off (since he's someone whose quick to jump into conclusions, quick to change his mind etc etc).

he gives lessons to younger (and sometimes older) kids about history. reason being that he likes helping others and he also has a love for history (canonically).

I feel like he's the only one in the whole group who wears the proper school uniform/wears the school uniform properly.

he has had trouble sleeping (after his mother's death) and wakes up instantly but whenever he's having a sleep over with the group™ he always sleeps comfortably and is the last to wake up and if he doesn't wake up there's no telling whether he's going to jolt awak, going into hibernation or dead.

Tengen —

he's the opposite of rengoku in terms of uniform and firmly believes that the dress code is there to break. so he constantly bedecks himself in accessories and doesn't even wear the uniform at times.

the group™ likes hugging him, because he's bigger and taller than them = warm hugs. so in winter season, they just cuddle up to him, all of them. and in sleepovers he's in the middle of the pile, so he's just a glorified giant teddy bear. sabito is the most embarassed about it and mitsuri is the least.

he knows about all of their crushes and is prone to tease them about it alot but he's also the first person to listen to all of their problems without interrupting. and he's actually very reliable so he would only tease them about their crushes when the said crush isn't around.

he's the only one in the group with a musical skill but he likes playing REALLY loud so, obviously, alot of noise complaints. his friends are always a subject to his musical performances, sometimes mitsuri joins in with a violin that tengen owns but she sounds like a dying chicken, giyuu also joins with an off-tune harmonica. tengen is, ofcourse, very supportive of them and “lets play it so loud that there's not a working eardrum left!”

he's the one whose the most obsessed with taking care of his looks in the group and in the process he has successfully dragged mitsuri and sabito into the pits of routinely care of hair, skin, nails and what not. he also loves giving all of them makeovers, he has supplies full of beads, jewels, makeups etc and mitsuri sometimes asks him if she could take some for the jewellery she makes (tengen is more than happy to share). and he always gets the others to be models for his newest fashion invention (he wants to be a fashion designer).

Also, help me name this group, I don't wanna keep referring to it as the group™

Next — Gyuutaro, Shinobu, Sanemi and Obanai.

[Clarification: sanemi and Obanai go to a seperate place I'm just throwing them in the same part because I'll do the kamaboko squad later, and yes, I'm throwing Ume in the kamaboko squad because 1) I can, 2) Kanao and ume friendship.]

[fluffywings13]

Fearsome King Of Curses and Tiger Cub Ward Headcanons (Part 2)

So going off my last post of this, here's some more for you, because I can't get over Giant OG!Sukuna and tiny Baby Yuuji (not really baby but you know!)

~ Yuuji has abandonment fears due to Life in General. Often times he steals something from Sukuna's chambers or Throne Room so he always has a reason to be come for when there's business the Curse has to attend to that he can't be present for. (He thinks Sukuna doesn't know of his sticky finger habits---Sukuna totally does)

~ Sukuna purposefully leaves important objects within the boy's line of sight and reach before he's dismissed to play or the like when he can't be present, at first he was confused as to why the little imp stole his scarf under it dawned on him.

~ The first time he got into real trouble with Sukuna, like crossed the line far too much to be dealt with by a sharp scolding, little Yuuji was so petrified due to *trauma* he wet himself while sobbing out apology after apology. Then he wailed because he wet himself like a baby and that usually means harsher punishment from his experience.

~ The first few times Yuuji faces actual punishment for misbehaving or disobeying he wets himself out of fear. Sukuna never gets angry at him. He just helps clean him up, still delivers punishment of course, but only after he explains why it's happening and that he'd never do to him what the Villagers did.

~ Sukuna kills all of those who minded his little Tiger Cub before they met because of the fear the instilled in his child. Yuuji doesn't know. He intends to keep it that way.

~ The first time Sukuna comes home covered in blood after ravaging a village for whispers of what they intended to do to the supposed discovery of the King Of Curses one true weakness (Yuuji) he gets scolded by this tiny little six year old for dragging blood inside. (Yuuji doesn't care enough to ask where the blood came from only that it got on the rugs)

~Uraume has witnessed them napping together in various places but always in the same position more times then They can count. Sukuna resting on his back with his little bundle of human cub secure in his four arm embrace. Sometimes Yuuji's thumb is hanging out of his mouth. Only happens when he's really content so they see no reason to put an end to the childlike behavior he should have grown out of.

~ Yuuji likes to say Sukuna's belly mouth smells like feet while putting his little tiny feet in front of it teasingly. He never manages to pull those little things back in time to save them from being nibbled to death by said belly mouth.

~ Yuuji's favorite time of year is Winter because Snow and he likes to play in it.

~ Sukuna's least favorite time of year is Winter because Snow and the brat plays in it even after he's called to return inside where it's warm and always ends up catching a cold because of it.

~ Sick Yuuji is surprisingly docile. He latches on. Snuggles in. And won't allow you to set him down until he decides he wants down. Sukuna never fights him on it. In fact, pulls him closer and bundles him up even more. Child can't be cold while with sickness obviously.

~ Sukuna holds Yuuji seated on the palm of a single one of his hands when taking care of business the child can be privy to.

~ Yuuji personally sees to it that Sukuna's cleaned of all blood when he returns from his 'Yuuji-Less Adventures' and his scolding is only cut off when the massive Curse tugs him into the steaming water with him. Squeals replace the adorable scamps scoldings.

~ The first time Yuuji calls Sukuna 'Chichi' is after a bad night terror that had him soiling his futon and screaming shrill in the deep night. Sukuna melted then and there. (Yuuji sleeps with Sukuna from then on because bad dreams are too scared to haunt the little one when he's there with him--That's what Sukuna says anyway--Yuuji never has another bad dream again.)

[child0feden]

CULTO CUDDLES

ted “ nocturno culto ” skjellum x reader

♡ general headcanons for cuddling with ted!

୨୧ is this kind of inspired by a post @tiiredvampire made about wanting to cuddle ted? well, yes and i just really love writing for ted hehe! as usual, i hope you guys enjoy this at least a little <3

♡ view my metal masterlists here and here

reading music recommendations: fire by daniel lanois - white lake by deaf center

♡ wether we are talking about younger ted or current ted, he just absolutely loves to cuddle with you! i mean, i suppose it would be a given since his nickname is teddy bear to you so why would the man with such a cute nickname not love to cuddle? you gave him that soft little nickname for many reasons but a major one was just how cuddly he is and just how good his cuddles actually are…

୨୧ ted has been and always will be a major fan of cuddling up with you, wether it be in your shared bed whilst you drift to sleep or on the soft cushioned couch resting in your living room, name the time and place, ted will cuddle with you anywhere if you want it! no matter how much of an introvert he may be, he feels no embarrassment or shame when cuddling up with you, no fear of ridicule for being so soft for his partner! he could care less about who sees and what people say, especially when he gets older and mellows out so much! he is not affected by what other people think at all, if you want a soft hug or a quick cuddle, he will give it to you with no hesitation at all, your emotions and needs mean more to him than any of those people do

♡ younger ted was someone who enjoyed having you cuddle up to him whilst he wrote lyrics for his music! having you curl up into his side or on his lap as his pen scribbled lyrics down into a notebook for later use, he enjoyed having one arm thrown around you with his free hand gently stroking your body through your clothes whilst his occupied hand held onto the pen with a loose grip, he enjoyed turning his head every couple of minutes and nuzzling his nose into your hair to get a sniff of your shampoo which he would always try to do as quietly as possible but failed to ever deny what he was doing if you called him out on it

“ what? your hair smells good today! it always smells good… ” ( seriously, he loves the smell of your shampoo and other hair care products so much! it is definitely a major comfort thing for him, he can never resist a sniff during cuddles and even quick little hugs! he loves when he smells the familiar scent in the bathroom after you just got done bathing, he loves when he catches a quick whiff as you walk by, he loves when he realises the scent is now attached to so many of his clothes because of how often you two cuddle and he loves it because it is you… he loves it because it reminds him of you and it reminds him of home, the smell just makes him all fuzzy and warm inside )

୨୧ yet cuddles with older ted are just slightly different! he spends less of his time writing lyrics now so it is not often that you find yourself curled up into his side as he writes but now, he spends most of his time just relaxing and being laid back with you in general with little to no distraction! he prefers to cuddle up whilst watching a movie you both like so much, he prefers to be able to fall asleep with you whilst cuddling these days rather than be writing in a notebook whilst you fall asleep next to him! he finds a lot of peace in cuddling with you later in life, he always did but it is even more prominent now, all he ever wants to do is get home relax with you

♡ but a lot of his general cuddle habits have always been the same! very few things majorly change, few things are all that noticeably different between younger ted and older ted! for the most part, his cuddles have stayed the same with the few bonus improvements coming in the form of an ever so comfy broad dad bod that feels heavenly to cuddle up against in the cold winter nights and even warm summer evenings… yeah, you are definitely just a little more leaning over towards older ted being your favourite version of him because of the dad bod… he was and always will be perfect to you but even you can acknowledge just how well he aged, i mean, you certainly get to see it more than anyone else does in every way shape and form

୨୧ ted was and still is usually the first to initiate a cuddle session! i mean, you hardly ever get a chance to even try and initiate one yourself… usually it will be by just grabbing your hand and gently pulling you down as you pass by him as he sits on the couch, pulling your body down on top of his as you laugh quietly and lean into him to get a bit more comfortable knowing damn well you will not be able to escape his arms wrapped around you, not that you even want to because you can never resist his warmth surrounding you! or at night as you get ready for bed, climbing into the plush bed beside him and immediately curling into him when he wraps an arm around your pyjama clad body to pull you into his side! even in the early mornings as you first wake up and begin to untangle your limbs from his, his sleepy self still tightens his arm around you and holds your back firm against his naked chest as he grumbles about it being too damn early for you to be going anywhere just yet…

“ where’re you going? too early to get up, honey… too damn cold, you don’t have anywhere to be just yet, right? come here again ” ( so long as you do not have anywhere to be, you can never fight him off as he pulls your body back into his! i mean, his body is just so warm and so comfy to lay back against… surely a lay in will not hurt all that much, right? right )

♡ it is so beyond second nature for ted to just wrap an arm around you whenever you come anywhere close to him, wether it be standing by his side as he talks to someone, sitting down next to him as he watches the tv, laying down next to him as he falls asleep and i could go on! it comes to him so naturally to just bring you into his side and trace his fingers along the skin of your shoulder down to your arm, he almost does not even realise he does it! his brain just moves his arm towards your body automatically with little to no reaction even needed, he does it so casually and with so much warmth whilst you smile up at him, you always recognise the gesture and love it so much, you love how much he loves you, you love how he loves you, you love how he is not afraid to show how much he loves you

୨୧ ted is usually the big spoon when the two of you cuddle! he likes feeling something akin to a protector for you as his body almost shields yours from the cold, he loves feels your back pressed up against his chest and hearing your soft snores, he loves wrapping an arm around your waist and stroking the skin of your stomach in gentle patterns to soothe your mind, he loves tangling his long legs in yours and hearing you sigh in comfort when you feel how warm they are in comparison to your own, he loves gently nudging his head into the crook of your neck or resting it down against your head before peppering some kisses as his long blonde hair falls to cover his face ever so slightly at the sides

♡ his body is quite literally a human sized heater for yours! it comes in more than handy in the nippy norwegian winters and cold camping nights that the two of you go on so often! piles of blankets come nowhere close to the body warmth you receive when cuddling with ted, not at all… nothing beats his body warmth and he knows it, he will happily welcome you into his arms when you need a bit of warming up, rubbing his warm and calloused hands along your chilled arms to get the blood flowing a bit, to transfer some of the heat from his hands to the skin of your arms! when cuddling with ted, it feels like cuddling a huge hot water bottle that never goes lukewarm, it feels like cuddling up to someone in front of a crackling fireplace and absolutely nothing beats it! every time you press your freezing feet against his in bed, he freaks out in such a humorous way at the chill he feels from your cold skin touching him under the blankets, both of you bursting into quiet chuckles after he comments on the different

“ argh, hva i helvete! is that your foot? thought a damn eskimo had climbed under the blankets… come here, honey ” ( he will absolutely continue to grumble under his breath about how freezing your foot felt as you laugh, jokingly pressing your foot harder against his leg as he gasps again at the cold but smiles down towards you at the sound of your laughter growing louder at his reaction and the look of genuine surprise mixed with discomfort on his usually mostly stoic face )

୨୧ ted adores gently caressing you whilst you cuddle! things like brushing some hair back out of your face before stroking your cheek, drawing symbolic patterns on the skin of arm or stomach with his fingers, running his foot against your leg and across your ankle… he just loves having close contact with you when cuddling, these are even more things he does almost without even realising he does them! his fingers trail off on their own as he drifts off to sleep or stays glued to the book in his hands, his foot inches up alone as chuckles at some terribly corny dad joke told on the tv show you watch together and his hand moves to brush your hair back out of your face the minute he sees some strands fall down against your cheek, caressing your cheek lightly as he brushes it back behind your ear before going back to what he was doing beforehand

♡ ted cannot fall asleep whilst cuddling until he knows you are sleeping! only when he hears your breathing even out and soft snores leave your mouth is when his mind will be able to fully relax and abandon all duties, only then will he be able to let out a warm sigh as he gets comfier in his position, careful not to wake you from your slumber as he ties his hair back before finally laying his head down against yours and closing his own eyes… he just needs to know that you are asleep and at peace before he can do the same, he needs to know that you are comfy and sleeping deeply before he can even think about doing the same! no matter how tired he is, you always come first in his list of priorities and if you were not sleeping peacefully beside him, he would never be able to get to sleep no matter how hard he tossed and turned in his place, no matter how comfy the bed is or how quiet the night is

୨୧ if you ever have a bit of trouble actually getting to sleep, wether it be your mind clouded with worries or nerves about something, feeling ill or simply even having a generally hard time getting to sleep, ted is the best at handling it and helping you! somehow, no one knows how but somehow, he just knows every trick in the book to ease your mind and help you get the rest you need, he knows what to do every time and does it with so much ease as he cuddles up with you! he will always grab you a hot water bottle along with some water and a preferred hot drink for you before joining you in bed or on the couch, offering you the drinks before fully laying down and opening his arms up to you

♡ these times are usually when ted likes to be in a different position for cuddling! when he knows you are having a bit of trouble getting to sleep, instead of spooning he likes to just lay flat on his back or on his side whilst you lay with your head against his chest and your legs thrown over his warmed body! this cuddling position just gives him much easier access to your hair and such, it makes it easier for him to softly stroke your hair and massage your scalp, makes it easier for him to run his warm hand down your back and soothe your muscles, makes it easier for him to caress the back of your thighs as they rest just above his hips, makes it easier for him lean his head down to whisper comforting words against your hair and pepper some kisses to your head

“ you’re okay, honey, everything’s okay… just get some sleep, you need it… you deserve it… ” ( the tone of which he speaks in is so loving and so soft, with not a hint of judgement or annoyance as his voice stays quiet and comforting for you to hear! no matter what it is that is stopping you from sleeping, he will assure you that you are fine, you will always be fine with him! he will always tell you that you deserve to rest and you deserve a good sleep! no matter what is wrong at that moment, he knows how to handle it and what not to say )

୨୧ if you ever wake up in the middle of the night needing to go use the bathroom, good luck escaping his hold! ted is a deep sleeper unless he feels that something is deeply wrong, it is damn near impossible to wake him up and his arms are locked around you when cuddling and sleeping! and his grip on your body only tightens in his sleep when he feels your hands trying to pry his arms off you, he only pulls you further back against him when he feels you trying to slip away… you will most certainly be there for a couple of minutes, huffing and sighing to yourself as you attempt to wiggle your way out of his arms, constantly looking back at him to see if he is actually awake and just playing a joke on you because of how strong his hold is on you, how much stronger it gets every single time you try to slip away! he must be awake and just kidding around, right? wrong! every time you look back, he is dead asleep with deep snores leaving his mouth, long blonde hair having come loose from a lazy tie back and spread across his pillow with some silky strands spread across his peaceful face…

♡ when you do manage to escape his hold on you, sliding out of your shared bed with a celebratory and whispered celebration at finally being able to rush to the bathroom, you will need to be done in there quick if you do not want to wake ted up! his body senses your absence almost immediately, hands subconsciously stretching across in soft cotton sheets in search of you and his brows furrow slightly in his sleep as the cotton is all he feels against his hand in his search for you! even asleep, his mind senses your missing presence and he begins to rouse ever so slightly from his sleep, beginning to feel strangely uncomfortable and even cold in the very much warm bed… and after being with him for so long, you know this! early in the relationship, you would come back from the bathroom to see him awake and sitting up on his elbows, face still obviously tired but on alert for your return as he called you back to bed the second he laid eyes on you leaving the bathroom! so now, after being with him for longer and knowing this is how he is, you do not take your sweet time in the bathroom and always rush back to bed, not wanting him to awake from his slumber due to your sudden and unexpected absence! you always rush back and climb back into bed as quickly as you can, quietly laughing to yourself as his arms immediately wrap around you and bring you back against his chest, sighing with content when you feel his warm legs tangle with yours once more as you fall back to sleep within just seconds of getting back into bed! just as ted falls right back into his usual deep slumber instead of the light sleep he was temporarily in due to your missing form beside him

୨୧ winter is his absolute favourite season to cuddle up with you! ted cannot get enough of coming home from the recording studio or an interview and immediately taking his snow dotted jacket off before coming to join you on the couch that sits in front of a crackling fireplace with orange embers rising up into the stone chimney of your shared house, he loves laying back on the couch and pulling your body on top of his or into his side before his hand comes down to brush at your hair whilst you ask him about how his day went, laughing under your breath and bringing one of your hands to gently smooth over the tattoos on his arm when he just lets out a tired huff, tightening his arm around your waist and burying his head into your hair as his own long blonde locks tickle your face

“ it was fine, you know… just wanted to get home, being here with you is much better than a cold studio, honey… ” ( despite running so hot, he gets cold so easily when not cuddling with you! i mean, not literally but he feels cold whenever he is not with you! his body only feels warm when he is with you, when you are in his presence, when your hand is held in his own or your body tucked against his )

♡ the two of you fall asleep cuddling on the couch so often! feeling the warmth radiating from the fireplace mixed with your own body heat, hearing the low sound of your favourite tv show playing in the background, seeing snow slowly fluttering down from the white sky outside and tapping against the frosted over glass of your windows, smelling the forest pine scent of his easy on the nose aftershave still lingering on the skin of his neck as you bury your head further against his chest, feeling his chest gently rising and falling below your head with soft breaths… all of the combined sounds and feelings, all of the comforting auras swirling around in the living room just make it impossible for you and ted to not fall into a deep sleep together on the couch as the world goes by around you…

୨୧ sometimes, after a while of sleeping on the couch, ted will awake from his slumber for no real reason other than his back getting just a bit sore due to the couch being a bit too soft! but he never wakes you up, not at all, in fact he is so careful not to wake you up as he sits up from his place under you, as he slowly stands to his feet and makes sure you stay asleep on the couch while he stretches his back… no way will he get back on the couch to go back to sleep but he will pick your sleeping form up bridal style and carry you up to your shared bedroom to place you in your much firmer but still soft bed before sliding in beside you and taking you right back into his arms as he had on the couch, planting a gentle kiss to your head and pulling the thick blankets over the two of you as you curl up into him, spreading out a bit more on the newfound extra space of bed

♡ another small thing ted loves to do whilst cuddling is hold hands and kiss! he just loves taking your hand into his as his arm wraps around your waist in a big spoon position, he loves feeling your fingers smooth over his rough knuckles and up the sides of his fingers as he does the same to your own hand, he loves the warmth he feels as your hands stay locked together whilst you fall asleep! and kissing? well, kissing is just kind of a given! wether it be him placing a gentle kiss to your head as you lay atop his chest or against the warm skin of your neck as he holds you from behind… when it comes to you kissing him, you place soft kisses to his chest as you lay atop his chest and bring your joined hands up towards your lips to place a butterfly light kiss against the back of his calloused hand whilst he spoons you from behind… but there are so many kisses aside from just these that the two of you share whilst cuddling! kisses against arms, kisses against shoulders, kisses against lips, kisses against cheeks and so on! they just come so easily to both of you, neither of you even have to think before planting a kiss against the skin of one another and your skin feels a hot bloom under his lips every time, a rush of love and want as his lips meet your skin

୨୧ if you and ted have a child together, he absolutely includes them in your cuddles! why would he not? both you and your child mean so much to him, you and your child are his favourite people, the people he loves most in this word so to cuddle you both at once? of course he would love it! he adores greeting them softly as they appear beside your bed in the morning before helping them climb up onto your shared bed in the early mornings and watching as they squeeze in between you and him under the blankets as to get the most body heat possible in the chilled mornings, he loves watching their eyes that so clearly mirror his in shape and colours grow more tired and drooped as they fall back to sleep, he adores cuddling their small body and pressing a kiss to their messy hair as they lay between you and reaching an arm over to wrap around you too, he loves watching as they nuzzle up against your chest in their sleep whilst stretching their legs out over him as they hold their plushie bear tightly in their hand… nothing is more warm and peaceful to him than cuddling with you alone but with your child too? it might be the only thing to beat cuddling with you alone

“ good morning, min lille stjerne… you want some cuddles this morning, hm? come here then, up… need to get you warm with us… ” ( seriously, he is always keeping your child warm! wether it be shielding their small body with his much larger one under the blankets or your bed or dressing them in layers upon layers before they leave the house to play in the garden, he needs to be sure that his child is warm and toasty as to not catch a cold! no matter how much they whine and huff, he is making them put on their fuzzy mittens with their favourite soft sweater and a thick jacket to go over top as well as some fluffy earmuffs and a little fur hat all whilst you watch from the side and smile at how caring he is, laughing at how grumpy your child looks and how serious he looks as he fixes them up before letting them go outside )

♡ in conclusion, ted is just your big old teddy bear that loves to cuddle up! wether it be holding you in his arms as he writes lyrics, letting you curl into his side whilst he plays his guitar or spooning you from behind as both of you drift to sleep… even in public and with friends, he still subtly cuddles you all the time by having you sat on his lap with his arms wrapped warmly around your waist or standing next to you and having an arm thrown around your shoulder as he gently holds you against his side or standing behind with his hands softly settled on your hips as he speaks to his friends… he just loves having you in his arms, he loves it more than anything else in the word, he just absolutely treasures it <3

[vynlqwv]

hii!!! may i request winter tradition headcanons with the mouthwashing crew? (can be with or without reader insert. itd just b fun to imagine what theyd get up to :0]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. WINTER TRADITION HEADCANONS w/ the mouthwashing crew!

a/n : heyaa! tysm for requesting!! sorry if this was posted a tad bit late cuz I currently am studying for tests and I have a few pending requests!! Im not rlly sure if I did ur request right so dont be shy to give me sum feedback! Thank you so much and I hope you like it! :DDD (also i wasn't really sure if its supposed to be like out of the ship or inside of the ship)

ah yes. ITS WINTER SEASONNNNN! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANSS!!

I genuinely think that daisuke and captain curly would be the most hyped about this

I mean like... can u rlly blame them?? they're tryna get into that festive mood!

I honestly feel like they already have some decorations in stored to prepare for this occasion

Theres also an possibility that they will already be decorating or preparing for the occasion like just a few months away...

The whole crew would just start decorating the ship due to curly's command

They wouldn't have those like super duper extra christmas decorations tho since its a hassle to clean up and things in the ship can get busy

swansea would defo complain tho

give this old man a break fr

They would definitely do a secret santa kind of thing wherein they choose random pieces of paper with their names on it

Even though their resources are limited inside of the ship, they either get creative or crafty with their gifts

Anya would probably be the most creative out of all of them tho!

honestly this is not my proudest work.. its kinda been awhile since ive done these... oh and btw to those who requested smth from the past, I will be doing them sooner or later! Im busy w school work recently but I will get down to it!! so don't be afraid to send me ur requests and also send me some feedback, thank you :DD

[glazesunflower]

Shenhe, Sara, and Eula with a gn reader who asks them to stay with them bc they're afraid of being left by people? or like comfort fluff headcanons along those lines if that's okay

Gentle Reassurances

Characters: Shenhe, Sara and Eula x GN!Reader.

Warnings: Your regular hurt/comfort.

Notes: "Tumblr drabbles!" I say as I come back with a post that's 4.5k words. I really know no self control. And I might have misunderstood the prompt for Shenhe and Eula but I think I got it right with Sara. Either way, I hope you still enjoy this <3

As the morning sun spilled its golden light into the apartment, Shenhe stirred from her slumber, her eyelashes fluttering with the remnants of her sleep. The warmth that filtered through the window caressed her cheeks as she blinked herself awake. With a soft yawn and a graceful stretch, she untangled herself from the all too warm embrace of her bed and rose to meet the day.

Her gaze met yours, and the softest of smiles curved her lips. 

"Good morning, my love." She whispered, her voice a gentle melody in your ears. "How did you sleep?"

You feel your lips growing into a smile too, a tender curve of affection for her eyes only. 

"I slept very well, thank you. How about you, my heart?"

A soft chuckle rolled out of her lips as she drew nearer, her presence and her scent wrapping you in morning bliss. 

"I slept well too." She admitted, her voice a soft caress in the space that separated you. She leaned in, her lips meeting yours in a delicate kiss. "I must admit, being in your arms feels so nice and warm in the morning."

Returning the kiss, your fingers found themselves lost in the winter of her hair, your fingertips grazing her skin softly. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation.

"You’re awfully cuddly this morning, Shenhe. Not to say I don’t enjoy it. Because I do, very much."

Shenhe nuzzled closer, a playful glint in her winter eyes that’s not lost to you. 

"Cuddly. Hm… Yes. I suppose you could say I am in a cuddly mood.”

“Yes.” You nodded, closing your eyes briefly. It had been a while since you had time to spend in each other’s company like this. You’ve been awfully busy at work lately. “I missed this.”

As the last remnants of sleep left her softened stare, you found her demeanor shifting, the subtlest change in her expression that you’ve learned to read as well as an open book with the passing of the time.

And so, you have also learned that, with Shenhe, it’s always best to be upfront about it all.

“Is everything alright?” 

You watched her brow twitch. Just the faintest bit. But you had your answer hidden there.

“I believe there’s something… That I would like to discuss with you.”

Concern edged into your voice. "Of course. What is it, my love?"

She met your gaze, vulnerability etched across her winter features. A sight she reserved for the intimacy of your shared home and nowhere else. Moments passed, each heartbeat a testament to her internal struggle.

"It feel like I should share…" The words almost trembled, laden with a raw uncertainty she could hardly conceal. Not to you. "Something that has been on my mind as of late, these past weeks."

Her words became quieter as she sought the right phrasing. You sat up, a sense of urgency mingling with your worry. 

"Are you alright?" A pause. And then. “Are… Are we alright?”

Her gaze held yours, and you could feel the fear dancing within the depths of your ribcage. Shenhe inhaled, her breath shuddering as she prepared to lay bare her heart. 

"I believe I feel…" Her voice wavered, just the faintest bit, her resolve clashing with her unease to tell you. She pressed on still, determination lending her strength. "Unattended. We certainly don't spend as much time together anymore, and you being away for long has awoken… Unpleasant emotions within me. That I feel I should share with you. I have given it much thought, and I believe that… I feel worried.” She shut her winter eyes, a barrier against the tumultuous emotions she can’t decipher within the cage of her chest. “…That we are beginning to drift apart.”

Your heart ached at her words. Of course, you had been neglecting her. You could blame the increasing amount of work you’ve had to do for the past weeks, but you only have yourself to blame, really.

Still, you lost no time in cupping her cheek, your touch a balm to her uncertainties. Your voice was soft as the winter's breeze.

"Oh, sweetheart. I didn't know you felt that way. I have not been paying enough attention to you lately, right?"

Her gaze held yours, a silent confirmation crossing the beautiful winter of her eyes.

“I would say that, yes.” Her voice was a hushed whisper, her body still close to yours. "I struggle to comprehend these emotions still. Rationally, I understand you cannot be with me at all times. But somehow, in the depths of me…” Vulnerability quivered in her voice, a fear laid bare that you rarely see. “I harbor the fear of losing you.”

You felt the birth of tears pressing behind your eyes, and your hands were fragile threads when they caressed her back. Offering some comfort for her or for you, you’re not entirely sure.

"And you feel like you’re losing me lately, my love?"

Shenhe nodded, her head coming to rest on the curve of your shoulder, her winter hair cascading down your neck and arm.

“I have tried to push away those feelings of worry. I have tried meditation, training, going down the Harbor to collect my thoughts. But even still…” She closed her eyes, leaning into your touch further. “I can feel these emotions eating away at me from within. I despise them. I shudder at the possibility of… Losing you for good.”

With a heavy chest, you cradled her face gently. You brushed her cheeks with the softest of touches, a gentle caress to the winter of her skin.

"Don’t push those feelings away, my heart. I’m glad you told me. And I’m sorry you’re feeling this way, I really am.” A soft smile struggles to bloom on your lips, brimming with understanding. “What can I do to make it better?"

Her sharp eyes soften around the corners at your words, her gaze studying your features with necessity, wanting to engrave it all in the heaven of her memory. In case. Just in case.

“I believe I would enjoy spending more time with you.” Her lips danced with hesitation, but her winter eyes held yours with that deep affection you’d learnt to recognize in all of her gestures. "Being with you… It makes me happy." 

Your chest swelled at her words, carrying all the tenderness you knew she harbored for you deep inside. You really couldn't help yourself. Your lips found her cheek, pressing a kiss to her tender skin, a loving gesture that conveyed just how deep your devotion for her ran. 

"Then, that’s what we’ll do. I’ll take this weekend off and we’ll go somewhere.” You took her hand in yours, playing with her long fingers. “Just the two of us, in a cabin by the mountains. We’ll have picnics and swim in rivers. How does that sound?"

You watched her expression painted with eagerness and anticipation, her winter eyes lighting up at the words leaving your lips.

“That certainly sounds enjoyable, my dear.” If you didn’t know her like you do, you wouldn’t be able to hear the bubbling excitement in her voice. But you did know her, and you saw the subtle way her lips curved, softer in her happiness. “It is bound to be a fantastic time with you. Just you and me, and the nature of the mountains.” Her fingers brushed your cheek, a tender touch that said so much, so much to you. “I promise to protect you from any danger we may encounter, my heart.”

You nodded, entirely too happy with the promise of happiness in the future, of how the situation has been healthily salvaged.

“Thank you, my love. And we can even make a campfire and roast some potatoes too!” Your lips brushed her temple in a fleeting kiss. “We can do anything you want. This weekend is all about you, Shenhe. And I’m yours, completely."

The weight of your words settled into her heart, a promise that resonated deeply, echoing in the chambers of her heart. You watched with delight her subtle smile growing into something playful, the faintest teasing gleam in her beautiful eyes.

“Oh, if that's the case…" She drew closer, her body pressed against yours in affectionate proximity, and you lost your breath altogether. "You don't quite know what you just signed up for."

Her gaze held yours, mischief dancing in her winter eyes, and you were suddenly so glad to have this conversation at all. You were really, really looking forward to those days with her.

The night begins to settle in, casting a soothing veil over the land of the wind, and you and your girlfriend Eula find yourselves taking a rest from the current mission you’re working on together. 

Staring at the city beyond, the ethereal glow of the Anemo lanterns lights up the streets, casting a warm, golden light in the buildings below. Around you, the gentle rustling of leaves comes with a cool, refreshing breeze that sweeps through the campsite, carrying with it the faint scent of wildflowers that flourish in the fields nearby. The hillsides around the camp are blanketed in a sea of emerald, the tall grasses swaying in harmony with the breeze. And you breathe in, leaning back in your elbows, feeling content.

"Isn't this a beautiful sight, my love?" 

You remark, your gaze still looking at the beautiful landscape around the two of you.

"I prefer to focus on the mission, but I suppose it is very picturesque."

How beautifully practical, your Eula. Her focus really is resolutely on the mission at hand and nothing more. You really expected nothing less from her. Still, a soft chuckle leaves your lips.

"Come on, stop thinking about that. It's late, and we should rest. We even set up the campfire. We'll resume the mission tomorrow."

Her hesitation is palpable in the air, but Eula finally nods her agreement. 

“Very well, if that’s what you wish. So long as it won't impede our progress tomorrow."

"I promise it won't."

You assure her, reaching out your hand to her. With a gentle tug, you draw her close, and your lips find hers in a tender kiss. You find delight in the way Eula’s cheeks quietly bloom with pink colors. You love her a little bit flustered, always.

“Don’t. I'm still on the job. I'd better make myself scarce.” She murmurs, her words a step between embarrassment and resolve.

You really can’t help yourself when she’s like this. You have to tease her.

"You're adorable when you're flustered, my dear.” 

"Don't tease me while I'm on the job, or I'll…!" 

You grin, a playful glint in your eyes, but Eula's voice trails off, her implication clear.

"Go on.” You prompt her, a playful smile dancing on your lips. You really can’t get enough of her.

"…Or I'll get my vengeance!”

A deeper blush warms up her features as the realization of her words hits her. She averts her gaze, hiding her flushed face where you can’t see her. Pity.

"Okay, okay. I won't tease you anymore." 

You concede, your hand finding its place over hers, a soothing gesture of breaching the distance. A peace offering. She lets you caress her skin gently for a moment. Then, Eula's voice takes on a quieter tone. 

"You know? I'm not used to this. To… Receiving affection like this."

Oh.

Your voice is gentle, almost tentative when you say,

"And how do you feel about it, my heart?"

Your thumb keeps tracing soothing patterns over her knuckles. You hope that helps ease the sudden tension that’s built between the two of you. Eula’s voice remains soft as she admits, 

"I feel that… It's a little embarrassing.” She shakes her head, locks of blue hair falling over her eyes. Then, she clears her throat, her demeanor entirely changed. “I'm on the job, as I mentioned. Could you please refrain from holding my hand for now? I can't quite concentrate on my duties if we keep this up."

Understanding her concern, you remove your hand and reposition yourself closer to her. You can’t help but feel disheartened, though.

"Of course… I respect that." A contemplative pause settles between you before you break it again. You really can’t keep the question festering inside. "Can I… Can I ask you something, Eula?"

She meets your gaze, curiosity and hesitancy drawn all over her glazy stare.

"Yes, what do you wish to ask?"

"Lately, I've noticed something different when you're around me," you begin, your gaze fixed on the dancing flames before you. The heat of the fire is an ironic contrast to the conversation you’re having. "Especially when I try to be affectionate. And I can't help but wonder…” You breathe in. Then, you let it all out. “Do you still want this? Us being together?"

The abruptness of your question takes Eula aback. Her sharp eyes widen, larger than you have ever seen her.

"What? Why… Why would you say something like that? After all, we both want the same thing, don't we? I'm not the type to give up on something once I've set my mind to it..."

Her tone turns frosty, the frown in her features deeper, and you find yourself surprised with the shift in her demeanor. Have you dug a breach between the two of you?

"You don’t have to be like that, Eula." You offer gently, your voice is a soft thing. "I just sense that there's more beneath the surface. I'm here to help, if you'll let me."

Her reply remains stern. She turns her face away from you again.

"You really don't have to worry about that. Your concern is unnecessary. I'm simply focused on the job. Nothing more."

Her response makes your chest feel tight, heavy with unpleasant emotions. Your voice carries a tinge of melancholy when you say, 

"I have no way of knowing what’s on your mind if… If you don't tell me, Eula. I mean well. I love you. But I don't want to force you into saying anything you're not comfortable with.” You take a deep breath, stealing glances at her, still turned away from you. “Just know that, should you wish to speak, I will gladly listen to what's troubling you, my heart."

Eula's voice wavers softly in the stillness between you.

"Even if I opened my heart to you, you wouldn’t understand... You might even end up hurting me.”

What?

"Why do you think that?"

You can’t help but ask, genuine concern lacing your words. Her response comes as a whisper, weighted with vulnerability. One she hadn’t allowed you to see before.

"My life is full of complicated issues. Even if I shared everything with you, you would never understand what drives me to do what I do…"

For a moment, you say nothing. But then, you let your hand tentatively find hers, softly in the way you touch her cold skin, despite the fire burning.

"Try me, my love." You encourage her, tender and gentle. "I want to understand."

And surprisingly, against all odds, Eula turns to you. Her winter eyes are heavy with everything you just don’t know yet, and then something else. Resolve.

With a sigh, Eula begins to open up. 

"You really want to hear it? Perhaps it’s best that I do not burden you with this…" Her tone wavers, a mix of hesitation and resignation. But she’s almost there. She just needs a little push.

"Nothing of yours could ever be a burden, my heart." You assure her, your grip on her hand gentle but oh, so firm. "I promise."

Resolute now, Eula continues. 

"Well, if you think you are able to face this, then I shall tell you. But you must listen closely. I've been harboring this secret for a long time now…"

Her voice drops to a whisper, the vulnerability in her words touching your heart and painting it blue. "I was once abandoned by someone close to me. Because of that, I am afraid of making myself vulnerable. Once I become intimate with someone, the threat of abandonment returns and causes me constant mental torment. This makes it difficult for me to accept the affection of others, even if deep in my heart I really do want it, perhaps more than anything else in the world… I do not wish to be seen as a weakling, so I refuse to acknowledge my weakness…"

A sigh escapes her lips as she pushes forward, revealing more of her inner thoughts for your ears only. 

"I don't know how to accept what you're giving me. You may already have figured this out, but I'm not very good at expressing or demonstrating my feelings. I fear I may be unable to give you what I want in return, which is a happy and normal relationship. I'm afraid, so frightened that I've shut you out and pushed you aside. If I allow myself to open my heart to you, I may only be met with more despair, betrayal… Disappointment…"

As her words die off, you let them hang in the air for just a moment, taking them all in. Eventually, your voice takes on a tender quality as you respond to her inner struggles. 

"I know you've been hurt in the past, but if you close yourself off to love and affection now, you might find yourself leading a very lonely life, Eula.” You stretch your hands out to her in offering. “I can only offer you what I have, words of love for you and a heart that swells when you're around. I don't mind waiting and taking things slow, if that would make you more comfortable. I just want to be by your side, if you'll let me."

Eula's gaze meets yours, a complex array of emotions shimmering within her beautiful eyes, and you feel the tightness in your chest a little more present.

"Perhaps I am the issue. That I am unable to accept your love and support… I can't bear the thought of losing you someday. I don't want you to leave me the way everyone else has… I am so terrified, and so lonely… And you… You are the only one who can understand me, so I can't bear to lose you, too.”

The vulnerability in her words overwhelms your heart, pushing you to take both of her hands in yours, pressing a tender kiss to each of her fingers. Loving, loving, loving. 

"You won't lose me. Not tonight, or in the foreseeable future. I promise, Eula. I will stay with you as long as you want me to."

And to that, to your gentle words of affection, to the tenderness in your touch, to the gentleness of your lips against her cold fingers, Eula’s beautiful eyes fill with tears.

“Thank you…”

She leans her head against your shoulder, finally, finally allowing herself a moment of peace. You hold her close, fast and quickly, like you can’t bear the thought of not taking her in your arms now, caressing her back slowly.

“I won’t try to push my affection on you anymore, okay? We’ll go at your pace. I’m just happy to be with you.”

And when Eula pulls you close to her, closer still, her chest pressed against yours with an intimacy far too beautiful to oversee, you find your answer tucked there.

“Thank you… Thank you for waiting for me all this time… I promise to repay your love tenfold.”

She presses a kiss on your cheek, then leans her head on your shoulder and gazes up at the beautiful stars above. And you think that waiting can’t be a terrible thing. Not if you can hold her as closely for just a moment longer.

"That was such good training, my love!" You exclaim, offering her a towel to wipe off the exertion after a long session of bow practice that you’ve been witnessing for the better part of the last hour. "You did great."

Sara bows in acknowledgment, a gracious and beautiful smile on her lips.

"Thank you very much! I always give it my best. If I am able to keep training and become stronger, then I can help protect more people. The people I care about are always on my mind, and I want to do the best I can to help them. My love for the people I care about is the reason I train day and night."

Your smile softens as you take in her dedication. It’s one of the many, many things you adore about her.

"I really admire how dedicated you are, my love."

Sara’s smile grows, radiating a sense of purpose, feeling good with your compliment.

"I am glad you can see that I am truly dedicated to the people we care about. With the help of my fellow samurai, I do everything I can to ensure that Inazuma is a safe place for everyone."

"You're so strong." You murmur, your gaze lifting to meet hers. Your chest swells with affection. And then, something else. "I can't help but…"

"Cannot help but what, my love?” Sara's brow arches in curiosity as she waits for you to continue. When you don’t reply, she insists. “What's on your mind? You know you can tell me anything."

You hesitate, your words carrying a hint of self-doubt, terrible in your ears.

"Oh, never mind. It's silly."

"My love, nothing is ever silly when you share it with me. Your thoughts, no matter how trivial they may seem, are important to me.” With gentle insistence, Sara steps closer to you, her hands finding a place for them on your shoulders. “If something's on your mind, please, don't hesitate to tell me."

A wistful smile tugs at your lips. 

"Well… I can't help but feel that I'm way out of my league here… Being with you…"

Oh, how stupid you feel the moment those words leave your lips. You regret them immediately.

But Sara's touch is comforting as she steps toward you, her presence reassuring like she’s always been, a source of comfort and love where you always find your shelter and home. 

"My love, you are never out of your league when it comes to me. I do not care about positions or statuses. All I care about when I'm with you is you. You will always be enough for me, no matter what."

"But… You're such a strong and resilient warrior, and I'm just… me." You shrug, a sense of vulnerability creeping into your words. You’ve started this. May as well go all the way, let your inner most troubles shine through in the dim light of the evening sun. "There's got to be someone out there who's better for you, I…"

Sara's voice resonates with a deep sincerity as she addresses your concerns, cutting them short. 

"My love, I have searched far and wide across the continent for someone who could fill the empty space in my heart. Yet, when I found you, that emptiness vanished as if you were the missing piece I'd been looking for.” Her voice is stern, but her eyes are so filled with poorly-hidden affection for you. “I couldn't want anyone more than you, and I mean that with all my heart. You are the one for me, and I don't wish for anyone else but you."

You cannot help but be moved by her words, your eyes welling up with unshed tears, carrying all your doubts. 

"You mean it?"

Sara leans forward, her gentle touch wiping away your tears. The brush of her thumb across the tender skin of your cheeks is so gentle that you can’t fight the closing of your eyes.

"My love, I mean it with every fiber of my being. There is no one else but you for me. I am happier than I've ever been, and I know that being with you is exactly where I'm meant to be. You are the person I needed, and I'm not leaving your side."

You clutch onto her clothing, as if grounding yourself in her presence. You know you might be a little selfish, asking for this much reassurance, but you can’t help but want more. To need more of her.

"You really mean those words? You won't leave me?" 

Sara's touch remains tender as she cups your cheek, and you melt in the way her eyes brim with love for you. 

"My love, my words carry the weight of my truth. I don't wish to leave your side, now or ever. I don't know how much longer it would take for my heart to mend if you were to leave. I'm not sure it ever would. I will do everything in my power to ensure we are never separated. You are the only one I need, and I don't desire anyone else in my life."

Your vulnerability defrosts in her arms as she presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. Your lips bloom into a smile. Quiet, small. But it’s a beginning.

"Thank you for saying that… You have no idea how much it means to me."

"My love, every word is sincere.” Sara assures you, her voice a soothing balm to the scars and stitches hidden in your heart. "You are such an integral part of my life, and I'm grateful every day for having you. You mean a great deal to me as well, and I can't fathom what life would be without you."

And with that, you cannot help yourself. You reach up, holding the side of her face as you lean to her. Your lips find hers in a tender kiss. And you whisper,

"I love you.”

Of course, Sara is quick to smile at that, beautiful and reverent.

"I love you too, my dear." She doesn’t hesitate to say, the affection evident in her tone. "I consider myself fortunate to have found you."

Apologizing for your sentimentality, you sheepishly admit, "Sorry for being sappy."

But still, you watch Sara chuckle warmly, pulling you into a gentle embrace that you absolutely enjoy, taking her all in.

"My love, there's no need to apologize. There's no such thing as being too sappy. Expressing your emotions is a beautiful thing, and it's heartwarming to see how much you care. Don't hesitate to share your love with me."

With a contented smile, you lean in closer. Closer still.

"Shall we do something fun now? After this heartfelt conversation?"

You delight in the way Sara's eyes light up with enthusiasm. For your eyes only. How lucky you feel.

"That sounds wonderful, my love. How about a visit to the beach or a peaceful picnic? Those are two of my favorite ways to unwind and enjoy time with the ones I cherish."

"The beach sounds perfect." You smile, your excitement mirroring hers. "It's been a while since we've enjoyed the sea together."

"I would love that." She replies to you with a gentle smile, colored with all the love she harbors for you in every inch of her being. "I'm sure the beach is just as breathtaking as I remember. It's been far too long since I've felt the sea breeze and the warmth of the sun. It's the ideal way to spend an afternoon, together."

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Sorry my gay ass fell asleep but ok ok. Gonna start with the hierarchy first because I think about it too much.

The Horsemen are all technically the rulers (Yan Luo, Shub, Ishtar, Teutates), but since the place they live (which is honestly just more of a small village with a huge castle where all the Horsemen live) is owned by Yan Luo's family she technically holds the title of ruler. As I said in my headcanons post she is the youngest because Death and War are hereditary titles (Death and War tend to leave no survivors and be generational. Famine will keep whoever is causing the famine alive, and Pestilence requires creation and life). When the Horseman title is passed down, the next in line will be "branded" with a magic sigil which allows the older Horseman to transfer their powers. A Horseman cannot die when holding the title, but once they give it up they very much can die. Consorts are anyone with relation to the Horsemen, be it family or lover. They are required to have the symbol of their Horseman somewhere on their clothes or an accessory, and it is a sign of great disrespect to align yourself with a different part of the apocalypse. Next are ritual performers who. Perform the rituals or provide sacrifices (Abducius used to sacrifice people but in my version one of the fankids I made took over). These three upper rungs are privvy to information the general public doesn't know. Common Nightmares are everyone else. The extra guys (Chester, Clown, Nightmare Clown, Mask Ghost) aren't part of their society, and dopples are regarded as animals. 42 and Peach Peach are just. Outdoor cats you aren't supposed to feed.

Alignment is just which part of the apocalypse you aling yourself most with. Death is the absence of change and. Death. Pestilence is creation, Famine is constant change and being able to handle it, and War is destruction. You can choose to wear the symbol of the Horseman you are aligned to, but it often doesn't curry you any favours and can even make people just. Really mad at you. So most people do not do this.

There are marks you can get that do magic things though! Yan Luo's handmaidens and Teutates' army all have magic sigils on their shoulder blades so they can be easily summoned by their respective boss. Summoning people they know is something all Horsemen can do, but it takes a lot of energy and focus so having it as a button press is just so much easier. Other Nightmares can also create marks, but those take a lot more power and time, so most won't. You can also create charms to override any magic placed upon someone by a Horseman.

The group has a sacrifice every full moon to replenish their power. Everyone must attend because in order for this to work in any capacity the power must flow through each member of the Nightmares, completing the "circuit". There are also week long festivals dedicated to each Horseman because. Again they are really important. Spring has a fair with games and such, and Ishtar's special ritual includes no sacrifices. Summer has a week long feast with a mass sacrifice right in the middle so they can have meat. Fall has the tournament where a bunch of humans must fight both themselves and occasionally a Nightmare, and the winner fights Teutates. Winter has a week long funeral, concluding with a final sacrifice to start the new year. Also, each Horseman has a certain thing they go through each season, and all of the other Horsemen are affected but people with opposite seasons (Yan Luo and Shub, Ishtar and Teutates) are less affected. Yan Luo does into a deep depression each winter, Ishtar gets a certain way, Shub gets ravenously hungry, and Teutates is consumed with bloodlust. This also affects the rest of the nightmares too, just also to a lesser extent.

Going back to the Mask Ghost I just want to say I think she is a victim of the Nightmare Clown and now is forced to ask to be let in but never stay.

Also! In my version, the Nightmare Realm is a real place because my doorman character (the dOOrman) is connected to like. My pantheon of gods. They are also not human, they are a type of extra dimensional being known as a Contrivance which are beings created from the pure hope someone will come to save them. That's why they are a doorman! But yeah they had intrusive thoughts so bad they created a whole pocket dimension (I personally think the Nightmare versions are how the outside world perceives each of the neighbors so. Yeah :). ) They still aren't a human in the nightmare realm, they are an angel. A different kind of angel to Quachil though.

That should be it for now but. If you have any questions. You can totally ask :3

bro i LOVE how deep your horsemen au/hc is, id love to see this as a fanfic/comic!!!!!!!

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OG Infinight Reference Sheet + Headcanons

Marcy Burns/Elleve the Amender

-4 feet tall

-its mentioned that she has "rainbow robes" and ive decided to interpret that as sunset colored

-pre mining accident Marcy has longer hair and has already lost her eye to unknown circumstances

-post mining accident Marcy cut her hair and it turned whiter, and she switched to more monochrome clothing-symbolizes her turning away from her faith and also grieving her husband

-still wears her wedding ring, and keeps Fred's on a chain with a locket of his picture

-we know literally nothing abt Fred but I think he was also a halfling and had a sick ass mustache

-the symbol on pre-accident Marcy's eyepatch + staff is supposed to be of the Diarians (followers of Dia). The circle is Faeza, the hands are Dia herself, and the six teardrop shapes are the Diagems. Also meant to resemble a flower as a reference to Gum Gum

-magic goblet-does it have a name? Anyways Paralyte stole it from the Sheerays so I gave it an aquatic wave/seaweed design (water = life)

-idk how to design tattoos, but other clerics of dia would probably have similar ones-i think hers are religious in nature

Ostin Tashe/Slique the Symphonius

-ya boiiii

-4'6-so just barely taller than Bart. Barely

-had the most satisfying color palette for me- i love green and so does he

-i rewatched the hobbit/lotr trilogies so Ostin is def inspired by that-gave him braided hair and armor

-idk how a tuning sword works. Like a bident maybe? Ive drawn the sword in his right hand (the one with missing fingers) but he might prefer to fight left-handed. Idk ive trained with longswords before but ive never lost any fingers so i cant say

-magic lute-gave it a greener/mossier color palette to show it was from the Elderpines. The strings are vines and the rosette has a tree design

-dont know where Ostin's scars came from either, maybe he really did fight a dragon maybe he didnt-doesnt stop him

-post-Wight Winter i gave Slique a grey streak to match with Spectril

-also gave him a cool colored eye highlight for the same reason

Leonard Lank/Spectril the Surreptitious

-i put his height around 5'7/5'8

-made the rogue armor sharp and dark-had to recolor it from the origianly palette bc it was too dark tho lmao. Fur collar to foreshadow his time in the Ethereal Plane

-post-Wight Winter i gave him simple, more homey clothes bc at that point he had a family and wasn't focused on fighting. The fur is not bear fur i swear

-already mentioned it before but his hair started turning white + he grew it out/braided it back.

-he's got normal rogue daggers, and then the Ethereal daggers. Not shown but yeah they fade in and out of the Material and Ethereal Plane

-"Walls Have Ears-Doors Have Eyes" by Clan D. Stine-the wiki i think mentioned him having books that let him turn invisible and walk through walls-this one's definitely a Leitner (ifykyk)

-boots-deceptively simple in design from the Elderpines

-piercings include several ear piercings, snake bites, and an eyebrow piercing

-warm colored eye highlight to match with Slique-your honor i have (accidentally) sun/moon coded then because they are gay

Luz Prattle/Paralyte

-6'0 tall and definitely uses it for intimidation

-i think she dresses kinda emo/alt

-the only infinight with a unique logo-instead of two crossed swords its a snake eating itself

-committing to the snake bit-i gave her scale armor

-the gloves have two talons on the pointer and middle finger, based very specifically off a homebrew item i saw where the hand kind of looks like a biting snake. It contains a venom that paralyzes enemies and came from the Sheerays

-put a snake on her sword. Cause why not. Thats why she teamed up with Brink they are both snake lovers

-not drawn, but she would have a snake tattoo somewhere on her body

-hands are turning dark at the fingertips as a side effect of using the gloves so often. Her veins are visibly green because shes pale as hell and also suffering from long term exposure to Sangrianite

-facial scar-man im sorry i dont know where this one came from either. Kyborg shot her once tho i do remember that

Bo Bender/Grislee the Groundbreaker

-height is about 6'6, very tall lady

-all i had to go off was red bandana so its like her thing

-her locs are made of rocks and also have veins of gold in them

-the stuff on her shoulders and hammer are lichen-she takes such long naps outside they've started growing on her. And also earth genasi

-when shes raging she has magma veins coming from her eyes and hands, and the inside of her body also glows

-when shes not raging it cools to golden veins-still very hot to the touch sometimes

-didnt have a lot if ideas for her second outfit but i gave her a bearskin bc she is "grizzly"

-hammer is the other item from the Sheerays and is pretty much just a trunk on a stick in terms of design. Combined with the lute tho, they are probably some of the most powerful items in Faeza

Man thats a lot of characters. Should i have made these before I made 3 painting and a comic page? Yeah. But i didnt lol. Enjoy✌️

edit: fixed the magic item origins

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Ok so, a week ago I made a post saying I would maybe do a redesign of Lancelot. Here it is, a bit failed because I had an exam week in the last 7 days so don't pay attention to Lancelot, less than failed, face.

First of all, I made him have an undershirt because my poor baby must be so cold in winter. It was gifted by Tristan who had the same reasoning as me. It's a white shirt with long sleeves, with little details in red on the arms. The wings drawing and details are made with silver strands ( in one of the books of the Arthurian Legend, I think it was in Tristan and Iseult, we can see a character sewing a piece of their own hair into the thread they're using for embroidery. I think it would add to their closeness if Tristan do it.) The drawings on the back are to symbolise his mother's side ( and because it's extremely funny to me to have a sort of coquette undershirt when the whole style is badass as f ).

I didn't put the buttons on his sweatshirt because it didn't make any sense to have any. Other than that I didn't change anything.

I made him have a blue collar like in his fox self because I thought it was cool to have it but I didn't know where it was coming from.

Of course FANGS. He has a fox appearance, his father has fangs, so I want him to have some too. Again with his father's genes, he's tall, very tall, 2m02 at least.

Now to the technical alterations.

We cannot see it clearly but I made him have arm protections on the interior of his (usual) spot for arrows. On both arms because he should be able to use his bow in both ways since he learnt to be ambidextrous.

I made him have a sort of glove to protect his fingers while pulling on the string of his bow, it's a protection we use nowadays but even before I think. Something we only use now ( still I think because I'm not an historian but I didn't find any information on it, maybe because I only know the name of it in french, but even when I looked up archery accessories it didn't pop up so if anyone knows what it's called in English please tell me), it's a little string which attach to your index finger and your thumb so even if you let go of your bow ( which you're supposed to do while pulling on the string), you don't lose it. Again, I made him have both on both hands since he should be able to shoot in both ways.

His fox self ( even if we can't really tell here ) is really red, and he looks more like a fox and bigger. I didn't change that his eyes are closed, because I don't want another look at this nightmare which is a fox with human eyes ever again.

To finish, I'm going back to the undershirt. The little details on the sleeve are just a decorative choice. But the ribbons have a purpose, still to make it look coquette but also to make the shirt more fitting. If I learnt one thing with my 6 years of archery is that you shouldn't be shooting an arrow if you're wearing baggy clothes: a dress, a sweater, a little too big shirt, it will have a risk of getting stuck in the string. Even more if you don't shoot with both feet on the ground and with a good position. Lancelot does stunts and acrobatics all the time, it would be more likely to happen to him than me or any other archer now. I made the ribbons longer to be able to see it but he would probably just stick it in his trousers to not be bothered by it. I see Lancelot as someone very practical: he has the same clothes from 6 years ago, he has nothing else on him than practical things like incantation orbs or weapons. In my headcanons, it would be the liones royal family who would take care of him while he searches for Jericho and Dubs, to remind him he is still a kid even if he has responsibilities.

Please notice me if there is anything wrong or if you have something to add because I didn't re read myself and I would love to talk to someone about a subject I like (: