#whichever !! hehehe

[happyk44]

Thinking about pastel goth Hazel and then remembering there's other goth subcultures and I'm doing a quick search bc im not v familiar w/ them but from a few glances of the different fashions:

Hazel: Pastel goth/Gothic lolita

Nico: Emo goth

Bianca: Mall goth

Macaria: Pin-Up goth

Melinoe: Nu-goth

Zagreus: Glam goth

Hades: All his clothes are just black or dark-coloured, what the fuck is an "aesthetic"/Corporate goth (for meetings. Or to make his nephew realize he's bisexual)

There's a lot of subcultures and I am not good with fashion and trying to find examples (especially for men's looks) of the various subcultures was. hard, but I think it's pretty good rep of my various headcanons on how they dress!

[floweroflaurelin]

omg you're a critical role fan too? i followed you for mcyt a while ago but just got into cr myself. are you just a campaign 3 fan? im watching campaign 2 myself, but i've heard 3 is great

Yes I am!! :D Im enjoying huevember allowing me to make art for all my interests, including CR and the locked tomb series hahaha

Campaign 3 is the only one I’ve been able to keep up with and watch live every week, but I’m a big fan of the characters from C2 even if I havent watched the entire campaign—I went to see the Echoes of the Solstice in the movie theatre, which was awesome!! I’m a fan of Vox Machina through the animated tv show, and also EXU, and Calamity, and Candela Obscura (I’m actually SO obsessed with Candela Obscura rn) (if you’re reading this and haven’t watched I highly recommend it)

Campaign 3 is so great! I’m enjoying it a ton. I’m pretty much nocturnal so the 10pm-2am broadcast works really well, I put it on to watch with my best friend every week and get a ton of work done.

I appreciate people who are also in multiple fandoms expressing that theyre happy to see me make art for my other interests!! :D

[sysig]

VUXisms (Patreon)

[ontops]

closed for : @misfyre .

                   ❝      they      said      i'm      tainted     ,      now     .      that i      let      the      wrong      one      touch      me      ...      i      thought      you      said      we      were      supposed      to      be      together     .      why      would      you      lie      to      me  about something so serious     ?      ❞

[ascel-vibes]

Ascel my dear mutual. How dost thou pronounce thine name. I have a pronunciation my Brain but I fear it is Wrong QwQ

o/ !!! yooo atticus !! my cool mutual !!! :]

no worries about any pronunciations being wrong fhdjkf!! i didn't really have a set one in mind when i first came up with the name and im fond of all the ones i heard ppl use!! :>

for ref tho i normally swap between "a-cell" and "ah-cell"/"as-cell" (these being the ones others mostly use too shfdkjf) but again im cool with anything u think sounds neat !! :D

[collaredkittyboy]

Shy anon back again 👉👈 looking respectfully at u coz you are very attractive.. willing to look disrespectfully at u as well

Both is fine for me >:)

[pillowspace]

Croissant time loop 😭

Tip: you can microwave stale croissant for 15-20 seconds and it will become soft and warm and nice. Cut it open, put butter in it. Peace and love

[oracleofrcses]

for  a  tense  starter . 👀 // what if i offered my Mahad again or even my Seth---or any priest here fnfgn

Since being brought to the palace there wasn't much that bothered him. On occasion though, the night terrors would return. The oracle would be found wandering the halls, trying to escape some unknown and unseen threat. Given his abilities it was hard to determine if he was actually sensing a present threat or if he was simply caught up within the remnants of his nightmare.

This was one of those times. He could feel a heaviness around him, something suffocating and dark. It was unlike anything he had felt before. Even the demented spirits that had taken hold of his body in the past felt nothing like this. Kheper was noticeably tense, trembling ever slightly in the corner of the hall he was currently backed up against. Pale green eyes were fixated on the other, the golden Millennium item attached to them seeming emitting a powerful darkness, though they seemed unaware of it.

"S...Stay back!" Kheper commanded, though his voice cracked. He had yet to see entirely who it was, too focused in on the lingering sensations that made the hair on the back of his neck stand as it grew closer.

[formulawolff]

a distinguished gentleman - t.w.

pairing: fem!reader x toto wolff

warnings: allusions to smut, mentions of oral (m! receiving), mentions of fingering (f! receiving), some cursing, lemme know if there's anything i missed, yadayadayada

a/n: this isn't necessarily a cohesive fic, more like a spitballing of the thots i have related to this topic. i hope y'all enjoy them hehehe <3 thank you to @chaerylecq for the inspo!!!

when it comes to driving, toto is the one who always offers.

after all, you are his passenger princess.

i feel like he wants you to be comfortable as possible in his car, so he always has a little makeup bag or cosmetics bag with deodorant, makeup remover, makeup wipes, perfume, etc., for you in case you ever need to touch up. he also has a plethora of hair accessories for you to use in case you ever need one. all you have to do is just reach in the glovebox, or he keeps the pouch in the center console for your convenience.

when he starts to drive, his hand is either resting comfortably on your thigh, or his fingers are intertwined with yours. for longer drives, he always offers for you to lay your legs on top of his. (even if it not necessarily the safest route)

his windows are tinted (duh) so there are numerous times in which his fingers are plunging into you, curling as they pump in and out. for clean up, he'll usually just have you suck on his fingers, groaning and cursing under his breath as your tongue laps at the juices.

if he can't wait until you make it home, he'll have your head bobbing, one hand clutching the wheel while the other is palming the back of your skull, applying pressure so that you'll go deeper and deeper. he prefers to keep the radio off, so the filthy, obscene noises will flood the intimate space. his desire to fuck you only soars by the second, his tip pressing deeper and deeper down your throat.

if he's desperate enough, he'll nearly swerve off to the nearest exit, pulling off in an enclave or parking lot. with his large stature, he typically has you ride him in the driver's seat, savoring the way your figure molds with his perfectly as the windows fog.

other times, he just wants to hear your voice, engaging you in deep conversation. there are a variety of topics, each with their own nuance and question he'll begin with. there's nothing more that he cherishes than drives with you, because he gets to build more and more emotional intimacy. getting to know you is one of his favorite things to do, so of course he's going to seize the opportunity.

he is the type of person to request kisses at stoplights, even if they are brief. there was one time he took you cruising along the brackley campus, purposefully stopping for as long as possible at the lights or signs, just so that he can get a smooch.

of course, you don't mind. you love him. oh so dearly. of course you're going to kiss him whenever the opportunity is presented.

also, you are the one who has the aux most of the time, your phone paired to the bluetooth the second you're in that passenger seat. he enjoys your taste in music, finding a new favorite song or two each time. sometimes he'll ask you to add the song to his personal playlist, not shy in the fact that he gets a lot of his new music from his girl.

whether it's cruises at night, enjoying the skylines of whichever city you're in, or countryside tours, you just love being in that passenger seat. there are times in which you tease that he needs to get that section of the dash engraved, customized with your name.

little do you know, he has that in the works.

not just for that car, but for every vehicle in his fleet.

[sanguineterrain]

Hi again 😊 You suggested i could send another prompt, sooo… maybe you & Jason have been together awhile, and you’re kidnapped by (choose your villain) and Jason is worried and frantic but trying to not show it of course, and negotiating for your safety? Ends up rescuing you of course, in whichever way you prefer, and then they find comfort in each-other 💗

I haven’t had time or energy to work on my WIP lately so this is very lovely and gratifying 😂👌🏻💗

aghh that's the worst! wishing you luck on your wip!! i'm glad you like these <3 requests are open for jason, dick, and MAWS!clark kent btw!

this one is very batfam focused hehehe. ft dramatic ass jason and his surprise kidnapped fiancé lol.

jason todd x gn!reader. tw: violence, kidnapped reader, reader is pushed off a building for a moment but they're okay dw <3, batfam feels, jason being a protective bf, bruce being a GOOD DAD! c:

****

"Actually, if we're being honest, if anyone has the most trauma in this family, it's—"

Batman grunts. "Really, Spoiler, not now."

The comm line crackles as Stephanie sniffs. "Fine. Stay in denial."

"Bats."

Every bat and bird in Gotham goes still.

"Hood?" Barbara asks carefully, already tracking his comm link.

"Oracle," he says, clipped. "I'm gonna get right to it: I need a favor. Can you help? Yes or no."

"Little Wing, where have you been?" Dick asks. "We've all—"

"Shut up, Nightwing," Jason growls. "Either you help me or not. Which is it?"

"We'll help you, Hood," Bruce says, voice washing over Jason like a balm.

Jason takes a deep breath. It's okay. He'll find you. Batman always beats the bad guys.

He fiddles with his jacket zipper. Moments tick by. Dick remains crouched on a rooftop. Damian is similarly poised.

"My..." Jason swallows. "My... fiancé's been taken."

The comm explodes with noise. Jason winces and digs the bud out of his ear for several seconds.

"Fiancé?!"

"You're getting married—"

"When was this—"

"Who are—"

"Enough," Jason growls, finally shoving the bud back into his ear. "I don't have fucking time for this. Yes, I am engaged, and they've been taken. No more questions."

"Tt. You are engaged? Impossible. Batman, clearly someone has hacked the line pretending to be Hood," Damian says, folding his arms.

Jason rolls his eyes. "Believe it or not, demon bird, I found someone crazy enough to marry me."

"Little Wing, I—I'm really proud of—"

"Shut up!" Jason pinches the bridge of his nose. This was a bad idea. You're in trouble, and Jason intends to tear Gotham apart to find you, but involving his family? Has he really stooped so low...

Deep breath. His focus is you. You're the only person that matters.

"Look, I'm telling you because Oracle's tracking me anyway, and B would snoop until he figured out who I'm really looking for, so it's easier to just tell you. But make no mistake: you aren't my family, and you won't see us again after tonight."

Bruce's throat tightens. His cape flutters in the wind.

"Very well," he says after a couple beats. "Last known location?"

"I'm sending you the address now. I've retraced my steps a hundred times though, and I can't—" Jason grits his teeth. He can't tear up or break things, not again. "Fuck. I can't fucking find them, B. I... I don't know if-if maybe I'm too late—"

"You're not," Dick says automatically. "We'll find them, Little Wing. We'll bring them home."

****

Your head is on fire.

It feels like there's a thousand needles pelting your skull. Whatever you were drugged with, it's hard stuff, and it hasn't worn away yet.

You look up; you're gagged and tied to some kind of support beam. As your vision clears, you see that you're in one of the new high rise-in-progress. Only the skeleton of the building has been completed because if Bruce Wayne isn't involved, construction takes forever to complete.

Faintly, you recall Jason mentioning something about a construction company leaving half finished projects across the country and using them as havens for criminal activities.

Yeah. This is not good.

"Where the fuck is he?" The voice echoes across the concrete floor foundation.

"Mike, we sent—"

"I don't give a fuck what you did; obviously, you screwed up! He's not coming!"

You close your eyes, trying not to throw up on your gag. Your head spins when you open your eyes again.

Who's not coming? Your rescuer? Or somebody worse than your kidnappers?

You try to take a deep breath, but your chest tightens instead.

"Fine," Mike barks in the adjacent room. "If that hooded psychopath doesn't show up, we'll just dump this one. That'll send a message. Prepare the explosives."

A door swings open, and you flinch. You cower, shrinking from the figure.

"You better hope he shows," the guy growls, and cocks his gun. "Your boyfriend is the only reason you're still alive. It'll be such fun to watch him fall to his death, don't you think?"

You try not to show your swelling panic. How does he know about you and Jason? And you have to warn him. Explosives. Jason's walking straight into a trap, without backup, because you know he'll be alone. He always works alone.

Mike sneers and waves the gun around.

"Oh, yeah. I know your secrets. In bed with Gotham's biggest crime lord. You must be his favorite. I can see why."

"Mike!" someone shouts. "We got company!"

Mike's eyes blaze cruelly. "Showtime. You're coming with me."

You thrash as hard as you can because if there's one thing Jason taught you, it's to always fight back.

Mike backhands you hard enough to send you sprawling. Your hands are bound, so you can't catch yourself, and you hit your head on the concrete. Blood pools in your gums.

"Try that shit again, bitch," he snarls, and hefts you up.

He drags you up a flight of stairs. Your head throbs, and now your jaw aches. You're too dizzy to try to fight back again.

You end up on the roof, which is a miasma of beams and wooden lattices. Wind cuts through your face, and you close your eyes so they don't water.

"Hood!" Mike crows. "Wonderful of you to join us!"

"Wish I could say the same," Jason says, and your heart leaps at the sound of his voice.

You start to shout through your gag because you have to warn him. It's a trap, he'll kill you both—

Mike wraps his arm around your throat and squeezes. Air stops, and you choke on your cries.

"I'll kill you," Jason snarls, and you know he wants to say more, but he's trying to protect you. "Let them go and maybe I won't break every bone in your body."

"Oh, don't worry. You two will be reunited soon. What is it they say? Love blinds you?"

"Michael Cassidy," a new voice says, deep and deadly. "Let go of the hostage. We can talk this out."

You crack open your eyes. Is that... Batman? And Robin? And... Nightwing? What—

The arm around your throat tightens and you gasp for air as you start to choke for real. Oh God. Batman's going to die because of you.

"You involved Batman?" Mike snarls, now truly irate. You feel yourself being dragged backward, toward the edge. Your stomach rolls in warning.

"Take it easy," Batman says, palms up. "We can work this out."

"You can't play fair?" Mike shouts. "Then neither will I!"

The wood beneath your feet is gone. You're falling.

"No!"

But no sooner than you fall are you caught. Warm arms encircle your waist, and you're jerked to a stop before you can fall more than a few feet.

"I got you, baby, I got you."

Jason is connected to a grapple. At the roof edge is Batman, Nightwing, and Spoiler, all holding the grapple.

You shake your head, screaming against your gag. Bomb. Bomb!

"'S alright, 's alright, sweetheart, I won't drop you."

You scream urgently through your gag, butting your head against his helmet. Jason pulls your gag half free and you choke out the warning.

"B-bomb!"

His grip tightens. "Shit. B, get out of here! Place is rigged to blow!"

The first explosion goes off. Jason meets your gaze. He's terrified, you can tell, but he tries to mask it.

"Let go," he says.

"Wh—"

"He'll catch you," Jason promises. "I trust him."

And then he lets go.

Several more explosions go off. The building begins to crumble. Dust and heat sweep across your face and lodge in your already sore throat. You scream, in the air for a few more seconds.

Then you crash into gray body armor. A cowl, a cape.

"It's alright," Batman gruffly says. "Hold on tight."

Batman swings you both to safety on an adjacent rooftop. You watch him dive back into the flames. It isn't long before Jason swings out of the smoke, then the others. He pulls off his helmet and tosses it to the side, arms open.

You run and bury your face in Jason's neck, clinging to him. He hugs your tightly and rubs your back, saying over and over, I got you.

You sigh and slacken out of exhaustion.

"I've got you, baby," he says, though his voice is wet this time. "You're safe."

Jason checks over your wounds. You see the rage cross his face several times at every bruise and cut on you. He doesn't let go of you even after he's done. He's shaking too, perhaps more than you, as he cuts your binds and completely removes your gag.

The Bats land gracefully behind you. Jason stiffens as they do.

You kiss his jaw. His gaze returns to you.

"You saved me," you say.

"I always will," he says. "Always."

"Are either of you injured?"

Batman suddenly swishes to your side. You blink, startled.

"Nothing serious," you say. Jason grunts unhappily at that. You manage a smile. "Thank you. All of you. Thank you so much."

Jason nods stiffly. "Thanks, Bats."

Nightwing smiles, face soft with affection. "'Course, Hood. And, uh, Hood's fiancé. We're there any time you need us."

"That's right, chum," Batman says. The obvious care in his voice makes you ache.

Jason had called his family. His family with whom he has a plethora of problems. He'd called them for you.

"Jay," you say, voice thick with emotion. He seems to understand instantly.

"I'll always bring you home," he vows, cupping your face. "Whatever it takes."

He pulls you to him like he can't bear to be away from you any longer.

You squeeze his wrists. "I know. It's okay, Jay. I'm okay."

Out of the corner of your eye, you see that the Bats still have not dispersed. Spoiler looks like she's about to melt into a puddle. Nightwing is the same. Even Batman looks a little sentimental.

Robin is the only one scowling, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Hood, are you not going to introduce your fiance-we-just-learned-existed-tonight?" Robin asks, arms folded.

Jason huffs. "Not with those manners, demon brat."

You roll your eyes and extend your hand to Batman. You say your name, smiling.

"It's an honor to meet you, sir," you say.

Batman laughs, and it sounds a little fond. It's also kind of weird to hear Batman laugh. "No sir necessary. It's equally an honor to meet the person my son is marrying."

Jason makes a choked little noise. You beam.

"Well," Batman murmurs. "We'll let you two get home. We'll track down the rest of Michael's thugs—"

"Come to the wedding," Jason blurts.

Batman stills. "Me?" he asks carefully.

"Everybody," Jason says, tugging you into his side. "Uncle Clark, Aunt Diana, Selina, your ten thousand kids, everyone."

He turns to you. "I-I mean, as long as that's okay with you, baby."

"Oh, Jay. It's your family. Of course I want them to come." You lean in to whisper in his ear. "I'm proud of you."

"Little Wing, c'mere!"

Nightwing tackles Jason in a hug, then drags Robin, who protests loudly, in by his cape. Spoiler snaps a picture from the sideline.

"Now that's adorable," she says.

Batman looks at you. He removes his cowl, and you gasp quietly. He smiles, and it makes him look decades younger. You guess he hasn't smiled much since he lost Jason.

"Thank you," he says.

You tilt your head. "For what?"

"For bringing him back to us."

You duck your head. "Oh, Mr. Wayne, that wasn't me—"

"Bruce," he corrects gently. "And it was. You played a bigger part than you know. You saved him. Thank you."

[povlnfour]

could you maybe tell us about one of your lando wips? whichever one is your favourite or you’re most excited for!

ooh okay!! so further is probably my favorite BUT it’s very angsty (like super angsty) so one i’m most excited for is everybody talks so i hope this snippet works hehehe

based on the song ‘everybody talks’ by neon trees

from the wip game

ੈ✩‧₊˚ EVERYBODY TALKS — LN4 WIP

pairing: lando norris x f!reader

summary: lando finally lands the girl of his dreams. he also finds out just how fast news travels

[autemka]

Hi my friend nwn, I don't usually ask a lot of questions but I'm curious about your kitties' reaction, I found this

*shows a cat massager*

How would the kittens Sun, Moon, Eclipse and Ruru react to this?

shall we try it?^w^

They can be in their small or big form, whichever is easiest for you, you could use the massager in their sweetest spots where they love to receive pats, If you can't, I completely understand nwn

*proceeds to send a picture of the cat massager*

Thank you so much for it!!! Pure Affection Session for my boys~ heheh

[affirmationcosmos]

What New Monetary Opportunities Are Entering Your Life Soon?

Feel free to choose more than one pile! 🪄

1

2

3

Hi Pile one, the new monetary opportunities that are entering your life have to do with your business. Some of you are influencers, nail artists, sales men and sales woman, and more. Some of you may also have other formal education and have careers that require degrees! Whichever you embody I am getting that it's your business that will be getting new opportunities. It will be seen by many people who a large percentage of them (like 90%) will like and buy your product and/or service. I am getting you guys are just the bees knees and you stand by your product/service and that's what makes you and your brand worth spending on. So much luck and fortune is headed your way Pile one; and keep up the great work!💸💸💸

Hi Pile 2, I am getting that some of you may be getting an inheritance! This may be coming from a male father figure in your family. They love you very much and want you to live the best life you can. They also want you to know that they love you so much and that they are always looking over you at this time. For others of you, you may getting an inheritance as well, but this may come in the form of settlement money from a case, or large payout that you were a part of. And others of you may be receiving all two!! LOLOLOL wow so lucky and wealthy pile 2!!! You are so lucky and loved pile Two and iaI am sending you lots more luck, love, and money your way!!!!!😘😘😘

Heyy Pile threee, hehehe are yall seriously dating someone who makes good money?? Are you doing business with you FS? hehehe if so this pile is for you!!! I'm getting that you're currently with someone who is your FS and they are going to be doing well for themselves (by your standards of course!!!). They really love you and would like to make sure you both keep growing and elevating together. They would like to continue being with you forever and to continue making money together and would love seeing you both become a beautiful, successful family!!! OMG!!! So whatever endeavors you have, keep going you both are taking off towards better heights. You will be abundant in money, great health, abundance, genuine family, friends, all of it, because you deserve it all. I am absolutely overjoyed for you pile theree!!!🥳🥳🥳

[overly-dramatic-artist]

MANDY PLS HOLD ON YA IM WORKING ON YOUR ASK HEHEHE prepare for tenderness or the other take, whichever one comes first 🫡💥💕✨‼️ Btw, thankies for offering kissies for my Eclipse, he wishes he could send a million but alas </33 okay see youuuu hehehe 💖💖💖

Ahhh yay im so excited to see it!!!! Here, a small Halloween gift for you jestie 💖

[flowersforjude]

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | It happens slowly, falling in love with him. Then again, sometimes it feels like you’re a comet falling through space. 

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 6,371

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Fluff, uh violence like it gets a bit heavy, physical contact, nothing really suggestive (that comes later hehehe)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 | This will be the first part of a little three-part thing. Hope you enjoy!

masterlist

He seemed to find every opportunity to touch you. It wasn’t very noticeable at first, but as time went on, you took note of how often his arm brushed across your own as he moved past you. How a subtle hand gave pressure to your back as he slipped around you. How his shoulder almost melded with yours as you walked around whichever planet you were on at the moment. 

You tried to pinpoint when these secret touches began, but they happened so frequently that you struggled to come up with an accurate date. Maybe they’d always been there, and you just now realized them. But you found it hard to believe they’d only just come to your attention. You were always aware of him when he was close. He was too magnetic to just ignore. 

After a while, the confusion over the touches themselves gave way to confusion over the fact that he wasn’t actively trying to hide them. 

Maker, it annoyed you to all ends. How he was free to send tingles through you, but all you were able to do was feel the scratch of fabric. The way he caressed your skin made you lose breath at times, and that in itself was annoying as well. You wanted so desperately to give him the same rushing emotions he gave you, but you knew his armor was a part of his creed. In a way, it was a part of him as a whole. The silver gleam of his beskar was what made the Mandalorian the Mandalorian. 

You cared for him too much to even think about disrespecting his beliefs. That didn’t mean the deep-rooted longing in your heart wasn’t there, though. You were acutely aware that the second your heartbeat started to flip in your chest at the feeling of his touches, things would become increasingly more complicated. 

Today had been uneventful, which was rare. You’d cared for the child all day on the lower level of the ship, giving Mando some alone time in the cockpit. The creature in question was fighting his sleep. You swore he had to be tired by now. As the hours passed by, you could tell the green child was growing sleepy. His little hands rubbed at his eyes, but he fought to stay awake. 

You knew he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep by himself if you put him in his pod, so you rocked him back and forth in your arms. Hoping the movement would lull him to sleep. Eventually, he yawned, and his eyes slowly closed, signaling he was finally in the land of dreams. 

You took a moment to gaze down at him, admiring how peaceful he looked. 

The affection you carried for this strange little creature was more welcome than whatever was going on between you and Mando. The maternal love you had for the child was manageable and embraced by both you and him. The overwhelming emotions you felt for Mando were uncertain and saddening. All because you didn’t know if they were felt by him too. 

You turned away from the sleeping child, almost colliding with an armored chest. A startled gasp leaves you as you catch yourself with your hands grazing the coldness of beskar. With your palms pressed to his chest, you were unable to step away. Your mind goes blank but starts to race with millions of thoughts at the same time. You momentarily think about how you didn’t even hear him come down from above. The thought is thrown aside quickly, though, as you open your mouth to apologize. 

“Sorry.” You said your voice not going above a whisper in fear of waking the child. “Kids asleep.” You followed up when Mando peaked over your shoulder to glance at the creature. 

Nodding, Mando finally moves, saving you from finding the strength to do it yourself. “Thanks for putting him down tonight.” 

And sure enough, his hand finds its way to your hip as he passes by you to get to his bunk. The heavy press of his hand pierced your skin and made your breath catch in your throat. For a split second, with his warmth spreading through you, you were sure the feeling of his touch was how galaxies collided. All at once, and then gone. Over, like it had never been. 

 ─

You had volunteered to go to the marketplace to get a few supplies. Mando hadn’t been very keen on letting you go by yourself, but you’d reasoned that it’d be easier for you to go and get back quickly. His armor, while coming in handy most of the time, tended to draw attention. The ship only needed a few things, and all of you making the trek into town wasn’t necessary. 

You assured him you would only be an hour, two at most. And you were making good time, much to your satisfaction. With the last of the supplies purchased, you made your way out of the market with your bag of provisions slung over your shoulder. 

You were just trying to remember where you came in when you saw shadows slink by near you, trailing behind you. The shadows hid themselves well, but you noticed them anyway. They were trying to be sneaky, and you probably wouldn’t have caught them before. But your months of traveling with Mando and always being on high alert had heightened your senses. You hurried deeper into the crowd, hoping to lose them among the swell of people. You glanced over your shoulder, not being able to find your stalker. You thought you’d managed to get away, but when you turned your attention forward, you crashed into someone. 

The next thing you know, your body is being slammed against the side of a building. Your eyes dart around, and you notice there are two men now.   

“No big bad Mandalorian to protect you now.” One of them snarled, yanking the bag from your grasp. 

He dug through the bag, and you realized he was probably looking for the kid. You attempt to gather your thoughts. One of the men stood to your left, and the other stood closely to your right. They were blocking you in; there was no way for you to run. 

“Where’s the child?” The one with your bag demanded, tossing the item to the ground. When you didn’t answer, he grabbed your shoulders, pinning you to the rough brick of the building. You gulped in an effort to push down your fear. You had to keep a clear head, stay focused. 

“Where’s the child?” The man questioned again, digging his fingers into your shoulders painfully. 

“I don’t have any children,” you said. You masked your expression with confusion. Maybe if you played dumb, you could convince them they had the wrong person. 

"We know you're with the Mandalorian.” The man to your right grumbled, a wide grin stretching across his lips. “We know you know where the kid is, so just tell us.” 

There was no fooling these men. They knew who you were, and there was no way you were getting out of here without putting up a fight. 

Your face hardened, and you lunged at the man, landing a punch to his face. He reeled back, cursing while holding a bleeding nose. You dart forward, trying to escape through the space the man left. His friend managed to grab hold of the back of your shirt, pulling you back to them. You spun around in the man’s grasp and kicked his legs, which gave out beneath him with a sickening crunch. You didn’t spare them any more time as you turned and ran. 

You got a few good feet before a sharp, burning pain shot out from your side. You tried to keep running, but the ache in your side made it difficult. You glanced down, and the fabric of your shirt was already soaking in blood. You pressed a hand to your wound, and bit back a yelp of agony. Thinking you were home-free, you slowed down a bit. 

That was your fatal mistake. 

Rough hands yanked you backwards by your hair. You had no time to recover or even notice the alarming amount of blood seeping through the fingers of your hand still over the blaster shot as a hit landed to your jaw. Arms wound themselves around you, pinning your arms to your chest. The man you’d kicked stood in front of you. He reared back his fist before it made contact with your cheek. A gasp of pain escaped your mouth. You were unable to keep quiet as you were assaulted by blow after blow of violent hits.

Your vision grew spotty, and it became challenging to keep yourself conscious. You were weighing the options of trying to stay awake or just letting yourself slip into the blackness that beckoned you when your assailant seemed to be flown backwards by some unknown force. The heavy arms around you disappeared. Being unable to stand on your own, you dropped to the ground. You heard blaster shots raging around you, and even though you wanted to, you couldn’t lift your head from the dirt to see what was going on. 

You can hear a few screams from the men and the shuffling of feet. Then you hear nothing. You close your eyes to block out whatever will happen next. You prepare yourself to feel some kind of discomfort, but instead you're greeted with a gentle hand sliding around your bruised jaw. 

“Y/N,” a modulated voice spoke. “Can you hear me?” 

It took you a few seconds to match the voice to the shiny metal looking down at you. When you realized it was Mando, you felt a thousand pounds of weight leave you. 

“Mando,” you grin. You stupidly try to sit up, and immediately a wave of pain shoots through you. Grimacing, you plop back down to the dirt. 

“Can you stand?” Mando asked, like you just hadn’t attempted that very thing and failed. You shot him a look and sighed. “Right, stupid question.” He then slides one arm under your legs, and the other goes around your back. He hoists you up into his arms. 

You fade in and out of consciousness, only dimly registering the coldness of his beskar as your head rests on his armored chest. 

You're wide awake, though, as Mando cleans and dresses your blaster wound. 

He’d sat you on one of the boxes in the lower level of the Crest. “I need you to take off your shirt,” he said slowly. 

You winced as you tried to lift the shirt over your head, but stopped when it was clear you wouldn’t be able to. “I can’t.” 

“Oh, um, here.” He reached out hesitantly, taking the bottom of your shirt to slowly pull it up. 

“Ow, ow, stop.” You couldn’t lift your arms high enough to get the shirt over your head, even with Mando’s help. 

“Sorry.” He quickly apologized as he noticed the grimace on your face. Without warning, he gripped the bottom of your shirt again and tore the fabric upwards. Your shirt hung open now as Mando only stood there, unmoving. As if he just realized what he did. You stared up at him in shock for a few moments. 

“You know, I liked that shirt.” You finally joked. 

Your voice seemed to snap him out of whatever trance he was in. “Well, it was ruined anyway,” he shrugged. “I’ll get you a new one.” He then carefully pulled the destroyed garment down each side of your arms before tossing it somewhere at your feet. 

His eyes scanned over your arms, taking in the bruises left by the man’s harsh hold on you. His thumb came up to brush across the imprints left on your skin. Even through his gloves, you could imagine the soft touch of his bare fingers. You could picture how nice it would feel on your wounds. 

“They got me good, huh?” You laughed to try to relieve some of the sudden tension. 

“You’ll need to ice those bruises,” he said as he slipped off his gloves and dropped to his knees to get a closer look at the blaster wound on your side. He was being as soft as he could, and that alone meant more than all the stars, but even all his gentleness couldn’t stop the pain. You lost count of how many times you’d winced or tensed up as his hands worked. Each time a slight sound of discomfort left your lips, his hands froze for a few seconds before he faintly whispered an apology. 

You tried to find something to focus on to distract your mind from the ache. Eventually, you settled on watching his hands. One was cleaning the wound, wiping away the dried blood, and going over it with an antiseptic that stung as it made contact with your battered skin.

 The other hand rested lightly against your hip. Spread across the plush skin there to keep you from flinching away too much. The heat from his gloveless hands was too obvious to ignore. The warmth seeped into you, and a small part of you wanted this to last forever, even if it meant enduring this pain. The subtle twitches of his fingers as he worked shot a shiver up your spine. The way he would brush them back and forth as if offering you what comfort he could only made your hopeless affection for him skyrocket. 

After his fingers delicately smoothed a bacta patch over the blaster wound, they lingered on your skin for a moment. You looked down to meet his visor. Even through the helmet, you could feel the intensity of his gaze. You had never seen his face, let alone his eyes, but you’d always imagined them to be dark. Brown with hints of amber shooting through them like comets flying through space. 

“Thank you.” You said softly. 

He gave only a small nod in return while moving his hands away from you. You wished you didn’t miss their warmth as much as you did. As Mando stood, you followed him with your eyes. He hadn’t said anything for a while, and he was always hard to read for obvious reasons. But you weren’t shy about admitting you had gotten pretty good at reading his body language. 

His breathing was shallow, so much so that you had to take a second guess as to whether he was breathing at all. His shoulders were tense, and he clutched his still-bare hands into fists at his sides. All signs that he was struggling with something. 

Just as you were coming to a decision to speak up an uncharacteristically hesitant sigh sounded from behind his helmet. “I’m sorry.”

Confused, you looked up at him, raising one eyebrow. “For what?”

“For not being there. For letting you go alone.” He gruffly answered. 

You shakily stood from the crate, having to keep one hand clutched to the corner to stop from falling. “Mando, it’s not your fault. I volunteered to go on my own and neither one of us could’ve known this would happen.” 

Mando remained silent, the tension in his body apparent even through the armor. You took a cautious step towards him, wincing slightly at the pull on your injured side.

"Hey," you said gently, reaching out to lay a hand on his arm. "I'm okay. A little banged up, but I'll heal."

He nodded once, agreeing with you but you knew he’d still torture himself over the whole ordeal for the next few days. You were about to ask where the kid was but when you opened your mouth a whimper of pain came out instead. You felt your legs tremble before giving out from under you. Mando’s hands darted out to catch you before you could meet the hard floor of the Crest. He held you by your elbows supporting your whole weight so you wouldn’t strain yourself.

“Thanks,” you whisper, your voice a little breathless. He didn’t say anything, just squeezed your arms for a few seconds. 

All of a sudden, he scooped you up from where you stood. Letting out a surprised yelp your arms flung themselves around his neck. “Mando?”

“You need to rest.” He said matter of factly. He walked through the lower level of the ship. “You're going to sleep in the bunk until you’re healed.” 

You let out a sigh, too tired and in too much pain to argue as he carried you to the small sleeping quarters. Gently, he laid you down on the thin mattress, your body immediately relaxing into its softness.

“Sleep.” Mando said, his voice low and gentle in a way you didn’t know he possessed. "I'll be in the cockpit; yell if you need anything." 

Then he was gone, leaving you to fall into a dreamless sleep with the smell of him surrounding you all night. 

─

Weeks had passed, and you were finally able to walk around the ship again without Mando ordering you back to bed. The bruising on your arms as well as your face had disappeared, faded away into a distant, forgotten memory. The only thing still present to remind you of what happened was the blaster wound. The skin was no longer spread apart, but a scar would form over time. You still wore a bacta patch over it since some tenderness and redness were still there. 

That’s why you were currently sitting in one of the co-pilot seats up in the cockpit. Mando insisted on changing the dressing on the wound until it was completely gone. Even though you had most, if not all, mobility back. Deep down, you knew he still felt guilty, whether you had talked about it or not; it was clear as day. So, if changing the bacta patch for you made him feel better, who were you to deny him? 

You sat patiently as Mando carefully peeled back the dressing on your side. His movements were gentle and precise as he checked the healing wound.

"It's looking much better," he said, his voice low and modulated through the helmet. "Should be completely healed soon."

You nodded, watching as he smoothed a fresh bacta patch over the tender skin. His touch lingered, ungloved fingers tracing lightly over your side. That was one reason you put up little fight with him about changing the bandages. He always took off his gloves, and he always let his touch linger for a moment longer than necessary. 

His subtle touches still happened like normal, but those were always through his gloves. When he was tending to your wound, you were granted the exhilarating feeling of his bare hands. 

You were well aware that you were completely insane. Just how touched starved were you to be losing all rational thinking when Mando was doing something so innocent as helping you change the dressings of a blaster shot? 

“Thank you for doing this.” You said and prayed to the Maker that you didn’t sound as out of breath as you thought. 

Trailing a feather-light touch on the skin of your stomach, he said, “It’s the least I could do with everything you do for us.” 

You simply hummed, not trusting your voice, as he moved to your side. Goosebumps were left wherever his fingers touched, and subconsciously, you felt yourself leaning into them. You couldn’t help but relax under his gentle care. You weren’t oblivious to the position you were in, though, and when he brushed the skin right under the lining of your bra, your eyes widened as your head shot down to look at him. 

He stilled after his hand slid back to your side. He didn’t take his hands completely off you; just kept them warming the same area of skin for a few moments. You swore your heart was beating was so fast you could hear it. He was looking at you, that was for sure; even without seeing them, you could feel his eyes roaming over your face. 

It was silent as he finished up, helping you stand once you righted your shirt. His hands hovered over your hips for far too long once you were up to be written off as an accident.

You were flushed; you could feel it in your cheeks. There was a new tension in the air between you; his touch suddenly felt charged in a way that it hadn't before. You weren't sure what to make of it. A part of you wondered if you were imagining things, seeing more in his actions than was really there. Wishful thinking brought on by too many lonely nights spent dreaming of things that could never be. 

But another part of you felt certain this was different. Mando was holding you closer than necessary, touching you longer than needed to treat your injury. You thought back to the feeling of his bare fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he changed your bandage and the way your breath hitched at the contact. 

Before you could overthink it any further, Mando stepped back, the moment broken. He busied himself gathering up the used bacta patches and medical supplies, his posture tense in a way that told you he felt the shift between you too.

"You should get some more rest," he said gruffly, not quite meeting your eyes through the visor. "I'll let you know when we reach the next system."

You nodded mutely, your heart still pounding as you climbed the ladder down from the cockpit. Once on the lower level, you let out a heavy breath, hand going to your chest, where your heart thudded against your palm. 

─

You were on the lower level of the Crest, making the kid his dinner, when the shaking began. The ship trembled harshly, throwing off your balance and causing the bone broth you were heating up to spill. 

You snatched up the kid from his pod and bee-lined for the ladder. While climbing, the shrill blare of an alarm bounced off the walls of the Crest. The kid squealed in fear, not understanding what was going on. Your free hand caressed the top of his head in an attempt to soothe him. 

Another shock wave rocked the ship. You grunted as you tightened your hold on the rungs of the ladder to stop you and the kid from falling. As cautiously as you could, you hauled yourself up.

“What's going on?” You yelled once you stumbled into the cockpit, clutching the frightened child tightly to your chest as the ship continued to shake violently. Mando's hands flew over the controls, steering the Crest through what appeared to be an asteroid field. 

"We're taking fire," he gritted out, dodging another large asteroid that whizzed past the viewport. “Bounty hunters. They're trying to force us out of hyperspace."

The alarm finally shut off, and you let out a sigh of relief as you put the kid in one of the co-pilot seats, strapping the harness around him. The ship jolted again as a blast hit the aft shields. Mando cursed under his breath, diverting more power to maintain the failing shields. You yelped as your footing was lost before you could seat yourself in the other co-pilot seat, causing you to crash into Mando and land in his lap. 

You didn’t have the chance to mumble out an awkward apology or to even let yourself get flustered before he was wrapping one arm around your middle and drawing you snug against him. Despite the chaos, you were acutely aware of how close you were pressed against the hard beskar of his armor. Mando's strong arm held you firmly in place on his lap as he continued piloting the ship with his other. 

"Hold on," he said, his modulated voice steady despite the mayhem. You wrapped one arm around his shoulders, anchoring yourself as another blast rocked the ship. Your stomach flipped with fear, seemingly in tune with the hard turns and twists Mando made attempting to lose the bounty hunters in the asteroid field.

“I can bring you in warm or I can bring you in cold, Mandalorian!” The bounty hunter’s threat sounded over the com. Another round of blasts assaulted the Crest as you tighten your hold around Mando’s neck to keep yourself in place. A low growl rose in his throat so deep you could feel it vibrating in his chest. The blush decorating your cheeks felt as hot as the lava of Mustafar. 

He slid his arm from around your waist, wildly pressing buttons you had no idea the purpose of. He grabbed a switch, increasing the speed of the ship. Your breath caught in your throat; you wanted to scream; maybe confess everything you’ve been feeling the last few months. If you were going to die during a high-speed chase with bounty hunters that wanted your head, you might as well lay it all out in the open while you could. But every word stuck to your throat, and the only thing you did was clutch closer and tighter to Mando. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck, the scent you’d become acquainted with during your stay in his bunk wafted up your nose. 

Just when you’d made peace with whatever outcome this predicament would have, he hit the brake. Hard. The sudden movement had you scrambling to keep your hold on him. The two of you were flung forward by the force of the sudden stop. You knew you had screamed while you struggled to keep your arms around him. 

With your eyes clenched shut, you felt another tremor shake the ship. You cracked one eye open to take a look, shooting both wide open when you saw the bounty hunter’s ship hovering in front of the Crest. 

“That’s my line.” Mando snapped, taking aim at the other ship. One shot, and it exploded into a million forgotten pieces.

The sudden silence seemed louder than all the chaos that had  just occurred. With every passing second, you became more and more aware of the exact position you were in. Arms thrown around Mando’s neck, your face practically brushing his helmet. You could feel the hard planes of his beskar under your hands, the slow rise and fall of his chest. His arm was still anchored around your waist, hand splayed across your lower back. 

You couldn’t make yourself move, only being able to let out a few shaky breaths here and there. The adrenaline flooding caused you to shake from the inside out, your heart thumping so hard in your chest that you thought it would burst free. 

Finally, you turned to face the impenetrable blackness of Mando’s visor. “We’re never doing that again,” you rambled. 

A rumbling chuckle came from him. “I don’t know; I kind of like it.” 

There was a smugness tinting his voice, making you take pause. What was he on about? And then, as shocking as a bolt of electricity, it dawned on you. He wasn’t talking about the chase; he was talking about you still perched on his lap. Like you belonged there. 

Baffled and a little amused, you quickly went to stand, but his arm slung around you tightened. You couldn’t move with him still holding you to him. You didn’t know what to do, staring at him in silent confusion. Not being able to see his face to judge what he was thinking, you had no choice but to become extremely aware of every place you two were connected.

“Mando-”

“Just stay for a minute.” He cut you off in a pleading voice. 

With him talking to you like that, you would’ve done anything for him. You were going to grant him his request when a childlike squeal sounded from beside you. Both of you immediately turned your heads to the kid still strapped in the co-pilot seat. Mando allowed you to get up so you could unfasten the harness and check to see if he was okay. He didn’t seem to be hurt; thank the Maker.

“He alright?” Mando asked. 

You turned towards him, expecting to be met with his t-shaped visor staring blankly at you with hidden eyes you didn’t know the color of. Instead, you find him looking straight ahead, not meeting your gaze. As if he hadn’t just begged you to stay seated in his lap for a while longer. 

─

You were never the type of person to put yourself in awkward positions on purpose. 

After the incident that happened in the cockpit, you and Mando had been tense around each other. He seldom even looked your way anymore, never speaking to you unless absolutely necessary. The subtle touches from him had gone away too. You didn’t understand it. He was the one to keep you clutched against him. He was the one who asked you to stay. And now he was avoiding you like a wild bantha.  

Which leads to your current issue. 

The nightmares. 

When you were a child, night terrors plagued you. You’d wake up screaming at the top of your lungs, frightened to no end of something you couldn’t recall. You eventually grew out of it, but now they’ve started back up again for some unknown reason. They were less intense now you supposed. You didn’t wake up screaming, at least. 

But you would shoot up from your makeshift cot in a cold sweat. Your heart pounding against your ribcage painfully, and your bones rattling inside you. And the only thing you wanted in the moments after you woke? A certain beskar-covered man who apparently wanted nothing to do with you. There had been numerous times when you’d almost talked yourself into going to find him, but your stubbornness won out each time. It would be pathetic to throw yourself at him when he very clearly wanted space from you. A person could only hold out for so long, though. 

Tonight was one of the worst. From what you could remember of your nightmares, there was no one else in them beside you, and whatever menacing creature hunted you. But this go-around was different.

You were on the Crest; the lights dim all around you, and not a sound reaches your ears. Until the screaming started. First it was Mando, calling your name in a pleading voice. Desperate in a way you’ve never heard him. Then you could hear the kid somewhere, and he was scared. You couldn’t see either of them; didn’t know where they were, but their fear bounced all around you. All you knew was that you needed to find them, save them, make sure they were alright. And not being able to see them made panic crawl up within you. 

Where are they!?

You had woken up all at once, a loud gasp flying out of your mouth as you shot up from your cot. You had actually been crying in your sleep, tears making tracks down your face. The nightmare faded achingly slow, the kid's fearful cries and Mando’s desperation still echoed in your mind. Even though it was only a dream, you couldn't shake the urgent need to check on them. 

Throwing off your blanket, you slid out of bed and crept as quietly as possible to the compartment where they slept. The ship was dark and silent, aside from the ever-present hum of the engines. It eerily reminded you too much of your nightmare. 

Without really thinking about the possibility of you waking them up, you slid open the door. There was no beskar-clad Mandalorian, though, and when you peered up into the hammock where the kid slept, your panic gripped you again. He wasn't there. They weren’t here. 

Unsettled all over again, with new tears welling up in your eyes, your feet carried you to the ladder, which you climbed in record time. You practically ripped open the door to the cockpit. Through your tears, you can make out Mando in the pilot's seat, fully armored as always. And sitting on his lap, playing with the silver ball he liked to steal from the controls, was the kid.

“Mando.” You croak out as relief washes over you. You wasted no time in walking over to them and scooping the kid into your arms. You let out a relieved sigh, a few stray tears escaping down your cheeks. You cradled the child close. He cooed contentedly, his little claws grasping at your sleepshirt. 

Mando, who had turned to look at you as you entered the cockpit, watched silently. Taking in the sheer relief on your face as well as the tear stains. 

"What's wrong?" he finally asked, his voice gentler than you had heard it in days.

You hesitated, embarrassed to admit your childish fears to him. But the memory of your nightmare still clung to you, making you shiver. "I had a nightmare," you confessed quietly. "You and the kid were in danger, and I couldn't find you. When I woke up and you weren't in the bunk…”

You trailed off with a helpless shrug, not meeting his visor. The kid cooed soothingly, patting your cheek with one tiny hand.

To your surprise, Mando rose from the pilot's seat and came to stand before you. He took the kid from your arms, and you fought the urge to snatch him back as Mando placed him in his pod that sat in one of the co-pilots seats. When he was back in front of you, he reached out slowly, giving you time to pull away. It was only when his arms came around you did it dawn on you what he was doing. He cradled you against him as softly as you would the kid. For a moment, you just stood there stiffly, not sure what to do. 

Then your breathing hitched as everything overpowered you. The tears came, and you melted into his touch. Wrapping your arms around him, you pressed your forehead to his beskar-cover chest. A lone sob made its way up your throat as you dug your fingers into the collar of his flight suit that peeked out from his armor. 

Having him touch you again made you aware of just how much you missed it. How much you’d been longing for it, and right now the craving was all-encompassing. He didn’t utter a single word while you pressed yourself as closely against him as you could. He just stood there, carding his glove-covered fingers through your hair. 

Time didn’t seem to exist in the current moment, so you had no idea how long you were there. But it didn’t really matter; an eternity of this would never come close to being enough. 

When you finally calmed down, you had one question begging to be asked. All the weeks of tense pretending nothing had changed between you wouldn’t allow you to stay silent anymore. 

“Why are you doing this?” You sounded hesitant and slightly muffled as you spoke, your face still buried in his chest. 

It took him a long time to answer. “Doing what?” He finally asked in return. 

“This.” Your hand gestured widely behind the both of you to indicate the position you were in. “Why are you comforting me after avoiding me for weeks? Why are you acting like you care again? What is this to you?”

He went rigged almost immediately, and you were scared you went too far. “You don’t have to answer that.” You insisted as you tried to break free from him. But just like the time you were sitting in his lap; his arms caged you to him. Even with you pressing your hands to his chest in an attempt to wiggle away, he kept you close to him. 

“It…it feels right.” He said, sounding almost frantic. 

You stared up at him in surprise, even as his arms remained firmly around you. "It...feels right?" you repeated slowly. “What does that mean?”

Mando sighed, the sound crackling through his modulator. His visor rose as he untangled his fingers from your hair. You couldn’t see, but you could feel his movements behind your head. Then you hear something drop, and only when his hands come into view do you notice he’s taken off his gloves. 

“What are you doing?” You asked, pushing away from him. It wasn't the first time you'd seen his hands without his gloves, but those had all been when he was treating your injuries. All times when it had been necessary. 

"I can't give you the answers you want right now," he said quietly. "But I can tell you that being close to you feels right in a way nothing ever has."

Before you could respond, his hands came up to cup your face, the warmth and roughness of his skin making you inhale sharply. Your eyes fluttered closed as his thumbs gently stroked over your cheeks, wiping away the last lingering tears. You leaned into his touch, savoring this intimate contact after so long being kept at a distance. His hands trailed lightly down your neck over your shoulders, mapping out your shape through your sleepshirt. You shivered at the sensation, hyper-aware of his every movement.

Slowly, as if you were a frightened creature he might scare away, Mando tilted your chin up. Warmth bloomed in your cheeks as you found yourself staring directly into his visor, but somehow you were convinced you could see his eyes even through the endless blackness. Heart pounding, you couldn't look away. 

His hands came up to frame your face once more, sending shivers down your spine. Then, ever so gently, his helmeted forehead rested against yours. The feeling was... strange but not unpleasant. It was comforting in a way you hadn't expected.

"I don't know what this is," he said gruffly. "But I know I don't want to lose it."

The confession hung heavy in the air as both of you came to acknowledge that there was something between you. You were still as confused as ever, but for now, this would have to be enough.

If you couldn't tell by the title, I listened to Only by RY X while writing this. This whole mini-series will be named after it.

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Sorry these are backwards number-wise but anyway POTENTIAL ANGST AND FLUFF FOR SEPHCANONS

42. 3 comfort items

37. What they really think about themselves

35. Their idea of a perfect day

33. Something guaranteed to make them cry

24. Most annoying habit

21. Drink of choice (not just alcoholic)

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them (I love your song recs for Seph, so whichever one is your fav right now, I would love to know 😈)

3. Obscure headcanon

42. 3 comfort items

His photo album (featuring pictures of Genesis, Angeal, and his ten day mission with Team Glenn)

His weighted blanket (reserved for his most stressful days)

The stupid silly stress toy Zack gave him for Christmas hehehe he squeezes it all the time and is quietly delighted at the squeaking sound it makes.

37. What they really think about themselves

I honestly think Sephiroth has extremely low self-esteem based on how he talks about himself/his relationships in First Soldier and Crisis Core. I think there's obviously a lot of confusion within him about what he is and what he was made for. But I also think he...doesn't really like himself all that much. He's confident in his abilities on the battlefield, but not much else. Really, I think he doubts himself a lot, and carries a lot of guilt over the past. He mostly just seems depressed and resigned.

35. Their idea of a perfect day

An entire day away from Midgar with Genesis and Angeal, preferably out in nature.

33. Something guaranteed to make them cry

Sephiroth does not cry much as an adult. Only when he is well and truly broken or during extreme situations. Like, say, something bad happening to one of his dearest friends or the surrogate father figure he only got to know for a short period in his life....

24. Most annoying habit

Does NOT take care of himself. At all. Does not practice self-care beyond maintaining his physical appearance. Forgets to feed himself or sleep or do anything substantially healthy during an emotional rut. And then he implodes afterwards.

21. Drink of choice (not just alcoholic)

I think he likes really smooth alcoholic drinks. Rum, maybe. Red wine. Cognac. That sorta stuff.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them

Lost in the Ocean by Glass Animals for AGS feels

Ashes and Blood by Woodkid for Zack vs. Seph confrontation feels

Hollow by Cloudeater for Post-Nibelheim Seph

The Weight of Us by Sanders Bohlke for Miniroth during Rhadore

I am a Poor Wayfaring Stranger from 1917 soundtrack for Miniroth at war

(let me know if any of these speak to you hehehe)

3. Obscure headcanon

Sephiroth is completely stone-faced when someone tries to joke around with him but the SECOND Zack pulls out his jokebook for five year olds, it is IMPOSSIBLE for Sephiroth to keep a straight face