#<- person who just made a simple hug pose

[mattodore]

pose making they could never make me hate you

#river dipping #theodore doe #matthias evanoff #a burning house to live in #echthroi #ts4 #......... i should probably just make a tag specifically for my blender wips actually #ummmm...... #blender #obviously 😭 will go back and retag old blender posts with this tag eventually #missed this soooo bad i'm having so much fun 😭😭 #<- person who just made a simple hug pose #no but. #there’s seriously nothing better than being able to do whatever i want in blender #if i knew how to render the way like rai and the rest of you can TRUST ME!! i would be posting mattodore content every dayyy #but since i can't even rip matthias's sim without his skin details fucking up i just make poses for in-game use </3 #i have this huge list of poses i want to make and shitty notes app drawings of some ideas i've scribbled down these last few weeks lmao #and i also want to start learning how to animate....... which i might spend some time on tomorrow #like getting blender back in order makes me so happy 🧎 #i’ve got so much i want to do in here!! #but okay... i do need to go lay down kjdfhnfgjn i'm gonna read and try to sleep mwah mwah mwah #bye to the three other people online rn 👋

[swannieluv]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖꩜ Portraits and flowers- PLATONIC Albedo and Klee x Child!Reader

✦⸼࣪⸳ 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✦⸼࣪⸳ 𝐖𝐜: 1,4k

✦⸼࣪⸳ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆!!: Slight mention of a bruise.

✦⸼࣪⸳ Part II of: Alchemy, bombs... Family?

✦⸼࣪⸳ A/N: HII!! Writing for Klee is so nice, she's just a silly ball of energy. Hope you guys like it!! Also, a friendly reminder that you're free to send whatever thoughts you have about this or my other fics on my asks <3

"Stay still."

These two words had been repeated thousands of times over the last two hours. A single command that should be simple, if it weren't terribly boring to sit in an armchair posing for so long.

"I still don't understand..." Their eyes turned to the back of the easel, which concealed Albedo's work. "Why do you want to make a portrait of me?"

"Because you're our new addition to the family; it's only fair that we have a portrait of you to put on the wall."

He wanted to present them with a painting that he would do himself. Although most of his drawings didn't make it out of the sketch phase because he always found other inspiration and left his unfinished projects lying around, Albedo was clearly making an effort for them.

For Albedo, this wasn't just a gift. It had been a few days since [Name] had joined the small family made up of Albedo, Klee and Alice; although they still hadn't had direct contact with the latter.

They were still adapting to the new reality they were living in, in the midst of a great deal of internal confusion because they couldn't remember anything about their past. That's where the idea for this gift came from, something that would make them feel embraced by him and Klee.

Albedo then returned his attention to the painting. He seemed focused, trying to capture every possible detail in his work and create the best possible representation of the person in front of him.

"It's already a great honor to have the opportunity to be painted by the 'genius' Albedo..."

They teased him in a light-hearted way. Albedo was known to many as a 'Genius'. Something in his mind said that the person who told [Name] about this title was a certain Cavalry Captain with, apparently, too much free time for his liking.

He wasn't particularly fond of being called that, thinking it was a big exaggeration on people's part. Nevertheless, he decided to join in.

"And it's a great pleasure to be able to paint the great Dodoca..." he smiled and looked at the canvas, his eyes analyzing every detail of what he had already done so that he could correct the mistakes.

"The mini terrorist will surely want a portrait if she sees it."

"Mini terrorist? New nickname for Klee, I see."

In a small family of three - or four if you count Alice - Klee was the bomb-maniac little sister. Although Albedo was the one who spent most of his time looking after the little girl, now that [Name] is here, she has been dividing her time between the two of them. Whenever Klee met [Name] along the way she would jump around and show off her new bombs, causing the two to end up in solitary confinement more than five times before even a week had passed since their arrival.

And today would probably be no exception.

"Mr. Albedo!"

Klee appeared as energetic as ever. The girl looked as if she had just returned from her adventures in Mondstadt, adventures she could only experience outside solitary confinement. In her hands was a bouquet of orange flowers: Windwheel Asters.

"I did it! I've collected all the flowers!"

Albedo stared at Klee in silence with wide eyes, his panic inside was apparent. He had agreed with the little girl to deliver the flowers after the painting was finished, not before!

But seeing Klee's sparkling eyes, he could only laugh softly and stroke her head gently. The little girl was really excited to hand over her present.

"Thank you, Klee."

As soon as Albedo's hand left her head, she ran and threw herself over them in a tight hug. Causing some of the flowers in her arms to slip, not that that was a problem at the moment.

The seat didn't have a back support, so as soon as Klee jumped, they both fell straight to the hard floor and remained there completely motionless while hugging each other.

The sound of two awkward giggles echoed around the room. The fall was funny, but a little painful for [Name]'s back.

"That was so fun!"

Klee stood up awkwardly; her backpack weighed a lot, even if she could carry it around. The contents of the backpack? A mystery, she always took the most random trinkets out of it. The only thing you could be sure of was the dozens of bombs she must hide in there every day.

"Klee picked the best flowers she could find! Just for you!" She brought the flowers close to their faces; a sweet but early surprise for [Name].

"You didn't have to..."

They prepared to get up, wiping the accumulated snow from their clothes. Their efforts were met with a gentle hand extended to them, just like the day Albedo and Klee had helped them.

"Thank you."

They accepted the support and were finally on two feet. Their sore backs would probably end up having a few bruises from the sudden impact they had suffered, but they didn't want to have to worry when they were having such a good time.

“Did Klee hurt you? I didn't intend to…” she mumbled under her breath, a hand over her mouth as the worried girl looked at them.

“I'm not hurt at all. It's okay.”

It wasn't exactly the truth, but what heartless person would say that to her? She looked so guilty right now, fearing having hurt her new friend like that.

“You could've used your vision to avoid your fall. Why haven't you done so?”

That was a reasonable question. The fact they wielded an anemo vision and weren't actively using it when needed was quite curious for him; maybe he could get the answer he was searching for. All evidence, from their vision's shape to their past clothing pointed out their origins coming from Snezhnaya.

It would start to make sense if they truly had come from the snowy nation, since they could stand the cold naturally without feeling slightly bothered by the lack of natural warmth inside his lab – unlike Klee, who would complain to no end about how her ears were “freezing” before getting her vision and becoming the walking heater she is – and their effortless pacing around the mountain, when even skilled adventurers would find the area rather hostile for exploring sometimes.

Yet, no answer would be concrete while [Name]’s memories continued to stay locked inside their mind for who knows how long. But even so, Albedo was more than willing to help them and wait for the right time when things will finally become clear.

“I don't know…” they answered with a rather puzzled look on their face. Their hands clutching to the hanging vision on their side.

“It's alright, just take your time.”

He put a hand on their shoulder, it was a reassuring action to make sure they knew he truly meant those words. Behind him was Klee, picking the flowers that fell when she jumped.

“Remember, no one's pressuring you into remembering anything”

Albedo's tone always carried a wave of gentleness with it. Years of taking care of Klee had surely improved his skills when dealing with children, she was the perfect definition of a ball of sunshine that could melt everyone's hearts.

“Yes, thank you—”

“What's this?” Klee’s question caught you two by surprise. She was standing close to the canvas, eyes exploring the painting quickly as if she was searching for something specific. Yet her facial expression showed a hint of confusion. “Oh, a drawing?”

“Yes, I'm important now so I can have one.”

They playfully stuck out their tongue to her, which she responded by leaving the flowers on a table and putting her hands on the hips with a pouting face. Of course Klee found [Name] amazing now that she was their friend, yet it didn't prevent her from feeling slightly jealous of Albedo's attention. Though it was more of a lighthearted, childish kind of jealousy.

“Right, Mr. Albe—”

He was gone.

“Oh.”

Albedo disappeared without saying a word, leaving them both alone in the lab without any kind of explanation.

“Let me see it.” [Name] ran to where Klee was, in front of the easel. Instead of a half done portrait, there was only a sketch.

Two hours, two freaking hours staying still like a porcelain doll for a sketch. It was quite infuriating, but maybe that's how artists worked? They wouldn't know.

“...”

They were so focused on their representation in the canvas that had failed to see the other two faces composing the picture. It wasn't only them; Albedo and Klee were also present in the sketch by their side. Written delicately in a small blank space was the word “family”.

“Family…"

A cozy home, big dinner, and a fireplace. Those images appeared for a second in their mind alongside the face of a familiar woman, but they couldn't remember whose face was that. It was blurred, just like everything else about their past.

"[Name]?" Klee's voice cut their thoughts. She had the flowers in her hands, ready to gift them with it.

Klee finally gave them the Windwheel Asters. A small smile on her face as she placed them carefully in [Name]’s hands. Maybe, just maybe, they were accepting it better than they thought.

“Klee wants you to be happy. Let's be siblings! I promise I won't explode you with my bombs, really!”

This time, though, the one to start the hug was [Name]. Their arms cautiously wrapped around the smaller child, afraid of hurting her somehow.

If Klee was a small flame due to her vision, [Name] would be the calm breeze to carry her with themselves. It's the very concept of siblings, right? Fighting, yet hugging by the end of it all.

“Thank you, Klee.”

#genshin impact #genshin platonic #genshin x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #mondstadt #albedo x reader #albedo x you #albedo #klee #genshin klee #genshin #Swanniesarchive<3

[cupidjyu]

hii ! could you please do a juyo fluff ^_^ something about eating together bc idk,,, ITS SO RANDOM BUT I FEEL LIKE IT WOULD BE CUTE

chicken to my lo mein

juyeon x reader (request)

genre: date at home because i love them, chinese takeout because i love it, shy and flirty juyeon because i love him notes: i love chinese takeout and i absolutely love chinese food from an east asian person~ word count: 0.8k

getting home from class, you let out a huge relieved sigh at the thought of seeing juyeon again. it was a long day but wasn’t too bad. so, with an excited smile, you opened the door of your apartment. you were surprised to find juyeon, his back turned to you, setting up the dining table. he didn’t notice you yet so you stayed quiet. you loved the joy of surprising him.

it looked like he was setting up a romantic date. there were candles lit on the table and you could see in his large hands, roses that were about to be put in a white vase. he was even dressed up! a white button-up shirt with the first two buttons undone.

what you did notice that was odd though, was that the food laid out on the table was not fancy or homecooked of any sort. it was takeout. chinese takeout to be exact.

you snorted.

that was when he startled and turned around. you could see the hint that he had immediately started blushing, standing in front of the table to cover the view.

“when’d you get home?” he nervously laughed.

you shrugged, “a while ago.”

“oh, i didn’t notice,” he mumbled. and then he stepped aside as if you already didn’t see the scene before. he smiled, putting his hands out in a cute little “tada!” pose. “welcome home, my dear.”

you smiled and laughed as you walked over. you took in all the little details, from the laid-out utensils to the simple water poured into fancy wine glasses.

“this is so cute,” you awed as you threw your arms around him into a tight hug. he quickly hugged back, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“all for you,” he gently replied. he pulled the chair out for you to sit, exactly like a gentleman. but then he froze. “wait, i forgot.” he briefly ran out of the room and appeared again with flowers. instead of petals though, it was made out of chocolate.

you cooed at the sight.

“for me?”

he nodded sheepishly.

you eyed him suspiciously, “and what’s the occasion?” you sat down.

his ears turned red this time, “i just felt like showing you how much i love you…”

you laughed, “you don’t have to. i already know you love me.” you reached over the table to pinch his cheek, making him whine. “you tell me every day already.”

“not enough,” he shook his head, stubbornly.

“it is enough, i promise,” you reassured. but he still looked at you with a determined expression, as it was to convey his undying love for you. you giggled, hopelessly endeared. 

“oh and by the way,” you gestured to the food with a teasing smile. “chinese takeout is an interesting choice.”

he blinked, processing your words for a second before widening his eyes, “ah, you see…” he brought a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck with embarrassment. “i spent too much money on toys for the cat. i can’t afford a fancy dinner right now,” he whined. “i promise i’ll make up for it later.”

you shook your head, grinning instead.

“this is perfect.”

he froze, gazing at you with surprise. then it turned into awe as he broke out into a beautiful, relieved smile. you smiled back.

“that’s good.”

you had forgotten how good chinese takeout was. everything he had ordered was absolutely delicious and you loved enjoying it with your lover just right in front of you.

“who cares about fancy food when this already tastes so good?” you praised, taking a bite of the sweet and sour chicken. 

he stared at you and was silent for a good second before speaking, “so, are you the chicken to my lo mein?”

you practically choked on your food as you looked at him in utter disbelief. 

“juyeon, what the hell.”

he pouted.

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after the two of you were done, he pulled you along to where the couch was, patting the seat next to him.

“what’s next?” you tilted your head, playing dumb.

“cuddle,” he bluntly replied.

“of course, i should’ve known,” you rolled your eyes, teasingly. he pouted at your expression.

“fine, if you hate the idea so much-” he was about to stand up but you tackled him back down. he yelped, scrambling to catch you by the waist as he held you close to his warm body.

“who said i hate it?” and you giggled at the sight of his face slowly turning red as you peppered his face with kisses.

“i know you love it,” he flipped the position so he was laying over you. your words were caught in your mouth as you stared up at him. 

“you’re so annoying,” you stuttered.

“you love me.”

#the boyz reactions #the boyz fluff #the boyz imagines #tbz fluff #tbz imagines #the boyz x reader #the boyz scenarios #juyeon fluff #juyeon x reader #requests 💞 #drabbles 💞

[bewitchedleague]

When someone asks when's the marriage with Bloodhound, Crypto, Octane and Revenant.

a/n; a simple, yet cute concept as the legends ponder about the question.

Bloodhound

    It didn't surprise Bloodhound when they were eventually the subject of their taunting because teasing wasn't uncommon among the legends, especially from Fuse or Loba when it came to tease others about their love partners. They didn't mind because neither legend ever said anything inappropriate and kept it in check, but when the question was so casually posed to them, they became paralyzed. Marriage? It wasn't unfamiliar to Bloodhound; they had occasionally expressed an interest in asking for your hand in marriage but had never given the matter any thought—at least not before tonight. They would dismiss both legends with a single statement and a laugh coming through their voice changer, saying that they needed some quiet time to reflect. Although they didn't have a certain date in mind for their wedding, they would frequently daydream about the specifics and how to make it ideal for the two of you. Only their thoughts would cause them to feel the heat quickly rise to their cheeks as they struggled to control the giddy sensation they were experiencing.

“Marriage?... Perhaps one day, do not worry. I’ll invite both of you.”

Crypto 

    Lifeline asked him what would have been the most absurd question possible while he was droning. She would be able to see the flatter of the drone's movement if she was looking at it, which would demonstrate how surprised and flustered Crypto was by her question. He would look at her with a flush on his cheeks, ashamed at how easily he could lose his cool over something as basic as a question. He would nearly mumble an answer before lowering his voice and turning away from a bewildered Lifeline.Even though he appeared calm on the inside, Crypto had an undeniable soft spot for you that everyone knew about just by looking at his flushed face when you were around. As a result, the man would grow impatient throughout the rest of the match because his mind wouldn't stop overanalyzing the question. That's presumably what prompted Lifeline to ask him; did she anticipate him proposing to you? Did she want to go to the wedding? You didn't even want to marry him, did you? He couldn't get his thoughts to stop racing, and he returned home with a simple straight forward question.

"Will you marry me? No, not right now! I was wondering... maybe in the future."

Octane

    Octane would think about marrying you on a daily basis. Everything he could have ever imagined was there, including his entire family, your family, and this enormous, extravagant, magnificent wedding with innumerable decorations, food, and friends. When he thought about it, he could feel adrenaline rushing right through his veins; he needed to run or do something else to burn off the energy the thought had given him. He would run off without responding, leaving the person who asked him staring at him in confusion. He would give you a huge bear hug the moment he saw you and then be overly attached to you for the rest of the day. Would go on and on describing what had occurred, who had asked the question, when it had been asked, where it had been asked, and every single aspect of his day before the question. After that, he would go on about the wedding preparations he had already made in his head and seek your advice on what to wear and the style of the wedding  you should have. Praying inside that you would say an extravagant wedding.

“Mi amor, mira! Can you imagine? Me, you and all our children - ... I know we don’t have children yet but just imagine!”

Revenant

    A silent, menacing stare was directed towards the questioner. Even Revenant was taken aback by the bravery and audacity with which someone dared to ask him that. His responses would be a scoff as he simply turned around and walked away without saying a thing. Revenant wanted to get married when he was still a human, but after becoming a simulacrum, he was nearly nothing like the person he once was. He had believed that there was little hope of achieving the human life he had always wanted. He pondered about wedding rings and becoming legally yours after this incident—not that he didn’t consider himself already yours.For the rest of the day, Revenant would keep staring at you, leaving you to wonder what was wrong with your less-than-loving lover since when you inquired, he would just turn away and act as though you had just offended him. Can't force himself to ask you because he is so terrified of receiving rejection from you. It would break his heart to learn that you didn't see him as a lifelong companion. At the end of the day, just blurts it out quickly while sounding hostile, but only because he has been thinking about it constantly.

“Would you marry something like me?”

Do not copy or translate my works.

#apex legends x reader #apex legends fanfic #revenant x reader #bloodhound x reader #crypto x reader #octane x reader

[katyspersonal]

Top 5 Elden Ring's demigods

Argh... Could you've given me any HARDER top to make? :') No matter who I put below 5th place, I will feel like a huge prick @_@ Because they all deserve some praise, and some love. It is just incredibly good writing. Well, fine then, let's try.

Five - Morgott!

I talked about him already. The absolute tear-jerker character, a member of oppressed minority, that is defending the very corrupt system that deems people like HIM worthless.... He made me cry (/srs ) more than once upon just this sentiment. He is very realistic, and very easy to sympathise with and feel bad for. He certainly radiates a giant soft spot, though (and not JUST because he has dad bod that is completely naked under his robes, hahaha). In a weird way, he reminds me of Asg0re, a character from my other fandom - a big "monster" King who did a lot of bad things on his way, and because of his mental wound, but in the end might melt upon a simple hug or be easily convinced. It is just not what a Soulsborne game would've let us experience, but... honestly, he has not only huge muscles, but also a huge HEART. I love this combination a LOT, it pulls the richest spectrum of emotions.

Four - Malenia!

She is such a beautiful and impressive boss.... ...that I never talk about her. x) I can't quite explain how my focus works, sorry </3 She scares me a little - and it is not even her fault, but the thing that casually claimed her body, because superior deities have nothing better to do I guess :/ She is holding up very well for someone who has to live in a constant struggle with the horror plaguing her very being. And for someone having to hold up as a warrior of her dear brother's interests despite her body rotting as she goes. And having to repeat 'I am Malenia, blade of Miquella' like a mantra, since Rot is infamous to destroy the memories, and she must not forget what and who she is fighting for.

"She deserved better" is an understatement, I'd say. Her personality shines through the 'influence' that has been ruining her quite well, I'd say. She is a strong warrior, very determined, but very full of honor and love at the same time. I say this in every other post about strong Soulsborne characters, yeah. True bravery is not lack of fear but going despite fear, true power is not being callous unbreakable wall but to still hold your weapon firm through struggle and pain, true personality is what you ARE and not what you are 'not', etc etc. It is always about the feelings.

Three - Godwyn!

I could not explain why he made it to this place very well, honestly. First, he stroke my weird spider-sense intuition. I was going into Elden Ring mostly in blind, and still keep whatever I can to be revealed as I go! Thus, I did not know anything about Godwyn besides the fact that he was the golden child (metaphorically and literally) that went down as sacrifice during Night of the Black Knives as one having his soul killed. And that he used to be a lovely person. But one day, as I was playing Elden Ring and progressing casually, from nowhere, for no reason, I started to think of this character. Again, for no reason, I was thinking of the 'Deep Sea' and imagining him becoming a mermaid (?), and healing/truly dying/letting new soul grow/whatever by returning to the sea. I even started crying, and I swear, those emotions felt like they were not even mine.

It felt very random, but you can't even imagine my surprise when that same day, I just coincidentally travelled to THAT location, and found him. And, coincidentally, he was posed like this with a mermaid tail. I take weird 'intuition moments' (dreams or waking) very personally as I have many of them (and funny enough, they always have to do with the 'sea' theme). No matter how I feel about this character in the future, but the weird "foretelling", "intuition" bond fixed my attention, so yeah.

He seems like a very loveable person, though... From narration standpoint, it does make the most sense that he of all people had to suffer this way. It just would not have had the same effect if someone less likeable/innocent had to go down. It is... sad, how much of this character is his tragedy alone. But, he befriended a dragon and bridged the gap between conflicting forces, and from what I gathered losing him specifically was what broke Marika, and Mohg named his new dynasty after himself AND Godwyn. Clearly, the guy was the best thing to ever have been associated with the Golden Order, and manifesting everything good about it within his personality alone. Whenever I bash the Golden Order as inherently corrupt thing, I just always think back on Godwyn as a confirmed exception from the judgement. And, of course, he would have enough "kindness" to spread death as new form of existence... despite the fact that his 'true' self would've probably dreaded to manifest living in death of all things.

Two - Rykard

I talked about this guy since the day ONE I've picked even remote interest in Elden Ring, isn't it so? @_@ Well, I still stand by what I was talking about. Tanith is absolutely justified for being obsessed with this guy. He is like uh... Aldr1ch but executed much better, or rather, in more sympathetic light? I for one honor the narrative of a character who has the GUTS, the S P I N E to sacrifice a lot, their morals included, to just get OUT of the corrupt (!) way their world works. And I have a feeling that so does Miyazaki. x) I think it is a twisted sort of bravery that we are lucky to never experience and only perceive through fiction. But, unlike Aldr1ch, who revels in his corruption and the horrible things he has to do, Rykard, 1) has a loving family and 2) hinted to have or have had sympathetic traits and simply lost his way from.... heheh.... biting more than he could chew... xd heheh... :drum emoji because I am a comedy genius:

But, in either case, ya'll are lucky that the guy is happily married. Ya'll would not survive the intensity of my thirst otherwise. It is just my rule to not touch married characters. I still admire the guy though. Not to mention the fucking UNREAL AWESOME FUCKING DESIGN, one of the best I've seen ANYWHERE, and him having my favorite theme in entire Elden Ring. Like, it was legitimately hard to live down the crisis of him being "taken", because this guy is really loveable, both as a man and as a monster.

One - Ranni!

Honestly, I always liked the mysterious aura, the clairvoyance and the uhhh... I guess, machiavellianism of this character? "Ends justify the means" character who does some unforgivable things but believes there is no other choice, and the grander purpose is more important. But, she has so many layers. She stepped away from her mother's teachings yet still created a badass illusions to protect her and clearly loves her forever, she has trust issues but in the end needs true friends and true kindness (something even an idiot like Seluvis can see!).

You could see it hurt her to do all that, but whatever freedom could be was worth it. She is just a very complicated character, that goes above and beyond. Letting her own body be killed is badass but understandable, since her body was inextricably tied to the Golden Order, as an Empyrean. Letting her somewhat-brother who was a genuinely good and radiant and loveable person be killed? That's a bit... more drastic... And so on. Indeed, she IS like Rykard in how far she had to go, and how much she had to sacrifice, but nonetheless I uh... would not say she lost clarity of her mind like him? It is interesting how by Dante's Divine Comedy though, Herecy is associated with fire but only on 6th level, yet it is treachery that is considered to be THE sin of sins, and it is the lowest level, and associated with ice, like her element. I am thinking about this very often @_@"

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Honorable mention - Radahn!

Sorry, but I love the guy, despite lack of deep discussion (and becoming a mascot of the most toxic fans). This is ADORABLE that he learned Gravity Magic just so he could still ride Leonard. He appears to be such a goofy dumbass, wholesome person in the "wrong" way, opposing a character that is actually likeable and loyal to the things and people that arguably never deserved it?

But you know I am a huge fan of Rom Bloodb0rne, right? He gives off the exact same 'person that seizes and conceals the horrors of the cosmos from humanity, although their personality and intellect are gone' vibe. It is just... that same vibe of a "silly" character, the comic relief, that turns out to either face a tragic fate or reveals a much deeper personality. He is simple and complicated at the same time! And, well, him having been such a legendary and impressive warrior that so many people gathered just to give him honorable death. This is somewhat impressive. He was actually a very close tie with Malenia.

#elden ring #ranni the witch #rykard lord of blasphemy #godwyn the prince of death #malenia blade of miquella #morgott the grace given #starscourge radahn #ask replies #ask meme #use later #no seriously ya'll would not survive the raw cataclysm had rykard not been taken #all two of you who heard me simp for Aldr1ch thought THAT was bad? you don't know what IS 'bad' #good family though him and tanith hella deserve each other /pos #but yeah this is the hardest 'top 5' i've done yet because i can say good things about everyone #even mohg lol #it is just the magic of fuckin awesome writing skills #thanks for the ask! #lol i have mixed feelings talking about 'telepathy trips' as i call them (like with godwyn) #because i swear i can foretell what i will learn/feel few hours before it happens for SOME reason #but it is so weird that i don't know what to make out of it besides 'time is a social construct anyway' sfdhfdhfhds #at least it was not as bizarre as my dream about golden tree before I even LEARNED of ER let alone played #*X-Files music bass-boosted and deep-fried*

[omegaworld]

Pirate Queen [Alpha Luffy x omega reader] - part 2 - final

Important to understand the context

Part 1, Part 2 - Final, Part 3 - Extra

Word count: 1286

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(This starts when the fake straw hats are in Sabaody and just before the real ones show up)

Garp got the information that the straw hats were in Sabaody before everyone else, he doubted even Akainu knew already, it was a hard decision for him but he knew that if he didn't help her she would flee on her own.  

Y/n had anxiously arrived at the archipelago ignoring Garp's plan and beginning to search for Luffy. The bracelet signifying that she belonged to the navy caused many to turn away from the omega, those who didn't certainly regretted having judged her helpless.  

When she finally found "the straw hats" she couldn't help but growl, false. That was not her Luffy. The funny guy posing as her alpha still tried to approach her, it was sad how many alphas didn't even seem to look for their mate anymore. He was furious when she refused him, but he didn't have much time to barf before she hurled him towards the sea.  

These straw hats might not be the real thing, but they would certainly turn up, Y/n then decided to follow Garp's plan. When she finally found their ship it was protected by a gigantic man who spoke robotically. Surprisingly after looking at her for a moment he stepped aside and allowed her to enter the ship.  

Happy that everything worked out, she searches the ship for an empty barrel, puts the letter Garp had given her on the lid and then slips inside. Now all that was left was for them to arrive, something told her it wouldn't take long.  

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Y/n wakes up as the barrel lands hard on the ground, among the smells one in particular tells him that Luffy is outside and his tail starts wagging involuntarily.  

'What is this Franky? It smells really good I bet it's meat!' Luffy asks starting to sniff the barrel with water in his mouth 'I don't know, but here. There's a letter for you and it says it's from your grandfather' Franky says handing him the letter that was on the lid of the barrel.  

'If anyone asks you kidnapped her you hear me? Don't bring me any more trouble you stink and do yourself a favor and enjoy what your dear grandpa gives you' short and simple.  

'Her?' Robin asks and Nami looks at her with the same question 'Her the meat' Luffy replies, everyone looks at him skeptically and before he can open the barrel Nami yells at him to stop. Everyone falls silent and a rhythmic noise can be heard inside the barrel 'S-is it a bomb?' Nami questions and both she and Chopper and Ussop walk away 'My grandfather wouldn't send me a bomb' Says Luffy still eager to open the barrel.  

Luffy turns back to the barrel, before he can do anything it is opened and from inside jumps a person. Y/n jumps out of the barrel and leaps at Luffy hugging him. Luffy is knocked to the ground wrapping his arms around Y/n's waist on instinct.  

As the whole crew looks shocked Y/n smiles with her tail wagging uncontrollably fast 'Hey' says Luffy as he looks at her 'You're not meat, but you smell a lot better than that' he laughs burying his nose in her neck to better smell her. She laughs back as the rubbing of his hair on her neck makes her itch. After a moment Luffy pulls away from her neck to look at her and adds 'And prettier' Y/n blushes terribly and with a silly smile hides in Luffy's chest as he laughs and sniffs her neck again, right where her scent gland is.  

Both were very oblivious to the stares of the crew who were beginning to realize what was going on. Only when Sanji shouts 'HOW CRUEL THE WORLD CAN BE! NOT ONLY DOES HE END UP ON WOMEN'S ISLAND, BUT HE ALSO FINDS HIS MATE'. Luffy looks confused at the crew and back to Y/n 'Mate?' Y/n smiles and waves to Luffy.  

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After that scene the crew explains to Luffy that she was his predestined mate and that was why he liked how she smelled so much. They also explained about how Luffy could get stronger by having her by clarifying to him the dynamic of mates being each other's strength.  

Lastly they made it clear that Luffy should bite her to claim her as his and no other alpha should try to steal her. To which Luffy responded with a growl hugging tighter the omega he still hadn't let go of since leaving the barrel 'It's mine'.  

'We know Luffy but you have to mark it so everyone knows about it' Luffy thinks for a moment before turning to Y/n 'Then you also have to mark me shishishi so no one can try to steal from me'  

The idea of omegas marking alphas was relatively new and given how little information Luffy had on the subject the crew could guess that he genuinely thought of it as logical.  

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The entire crew was amazed at how easily Y/n and Luffy fit together they always went together and even training Zoro could firm that they were a frighteningly powerful duo. Such power could be seen clearly in the battle of fish man island where Luffy and Y/n's huge black wolf caused terror.  

Luffy was still childish as always but there was a serious and caring side that was exclusively directed at Y/n. Chopper wanted to examine him the first time he wanted to share his food with her, but it quickly became a habit.  

Luffy rarely wanted to share the omega with anyone claiming it was 'his' and to tell you the truth the crew thought the scene was quite cute. Most of the time Luffy sat on Sunny's head with his chin resting on Y/n's head which rested against his chest. He loved the smell of her.  

Overall Luffy was a surprisingly good alpha, did she want fluffy things for the nest? A huge pile of blankets pillows and stuffed animals were in their room the next time she walked in. Did she want cuddles? Luffy was always there glued to her, from simply hugging her to tickling her or covering her from head to toe with his scent. Was she uncomfortable with any other alpha? Actually, it never came to that because even if he seemed distracted he made sure to send his gaze to any alpha who dared to look at his omega for more than he should.  

The funniest part was when her poster came up and the whole team found that just like in Luffy's the picture was not in the least bit scary. In fact, it was a picture of her laughing after Luffy had put his hat on her head something he quite liked to do as according to him it was easier to protect a treasure if it was all together. Sanji and Zoro were defeated that she had a 250million reward thus being larger than both of them.  

The most unexpected twist comes when one day Y/n gets very sick and the next day they could clearly hear her screaming Luffy's name. That day Franky and Sanji got in a huge jam with everyone because they were the ones who decided to explain to Luffy how to help her omega if she was in heat. It was a very awkward week and Franky promised to make the room soundproof for the captain. Now how to explain to Chopper that everything was fine with Luffy and his mate?  

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Luffy was happy to have Y/n by his side even though he had told Hancock he would not marry if it was Y/n he would be sure to make her his pirate queen.

#x reader #omegaworld #omega reader #omegaverse #alpha #omega #fanfic #alpha x omega #alpha/beta/omega au #one piece #luffy #monkey d luffy #alpha luffy x reader #apha luffy x omega reader #alpha luffy #luffy x reader #boa hancock

[miss-atena]

Hello, person whom i may or may not share a home with, it is i, simply the most guy of guys, i would like to request a simple oc (u know who) x Rook Hunt, where, possibly, Rook finds out that he has been the muse of a certain someone, if u cant or dont want to write thats ok too, drinks lots of water btw xoxo

--ur best bud ¬u¬

Ehehehe KrisRook content my beloved òwó I got u covered bro (btw sorry i wrote Kris name wrong on the other post, i forgro to change it, i'll do it after i post this teehee)

Rook Hunt x Kristoffer Hartdagger - aMUSEing

Normally the Arts and Crafts club is a silent place, with only some ambient songs from the club's collab playlist as a company to the artists all in their zone. Today started no different, the club president presenting them today with a simple mindless doodle session before them getting into the more ellaborate club activities. Kris stayed very much in his zone as always, being the softspoken and shy boy he is. on his normal seat, with a sketchbook and some colored lead eraseable pencils, he doodled. Except everyone around noticed how he would sigh and stare at his doodles. The truth is, for a while Hartdagger had been in love. He just never opened up with anyone but his bestfriend Moira about it. "Ah~Monsieur Spotted, I see you're on art duties. Beuté!" "AHHH!" Kris was close to throwing the sketchbook up in the air in fear from the oh so common voice he grew to love. Rook Hunt seemed to be observind the club... again. "ROOK! GO AWAY! SHOO SHOO!" The club leader tried shooing the man away, but to no avail. he made his seat next to Kris, looking politely at the club president. "Ah, monsieur artiste, I can guarantee I will behave according club rules during my stay, you have not to worry!" "I-I... Sir, I can keep an eye on him... I-if you want it, that is,, i'm not forcing it in aniway i'm sorry if i seem like-" "Keep him from touching anything and it's all good Kris, if he gives you trouble i'll just call the headmage." "Right. Okay. sorry..." during the small conversation, Kris failed to observe Rook's head getting closer and closer to his space, until he could quite literally feel the brim of his hat touch his forehead. "My, my... I knew you liked to draw people, Monsieur Spotted, but never thought i would be a form of inspiration for you. Such magnificence, so much attention to the details." "Eep! You were... you... were staring at my doodles?!" Kris hugged the book to his chest "don't mind it! really!" "Why, it is a beautiful! If you ever are in need of a muse, I will be happy to provide! La chasseur d'amour will always provide the inspirations to seek the beauty in all!" While others only groaned, Kriss mumbled something under his breath. It seemed almost unaudible, but to a pair of trained hunter's ears, it was as clear as day: "you already are my muse" Rook kept his composure, but of course, the hunter had the affirmation of the prey, and now he is ready to get it for himself. "Perhaps you would enjoy a posing session later on Pomefiore?" Kris stared at Rook, face already flushes since the moment Rook invaded the boy's personal space, but he didn't have in him to deny, so he slowly nodded. Rook was going to say something, when he heard the common call of Vil for his Vice Housewarden's aid. Rook smiled sweetly before stooding up "It seems Roi du Poison is in need of my hunting skills, but fret not, for I'll come back at when the meeting ends! Trés Bien!" As soon as Rook left, and everyoned seemed more at ease, the president went to Kris "Hey... Thanks for the help but..." "Yes, sir?" "Do you know how does he know when the meetings end when we have it end in different times each day?" Rook Hunt things, were all everyone could assume.

Hope u like it! I never wrote Rook and I saw almost nothing of him yet so I'm getting used to him still!

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #thanks for the request! #twst wonderland #twst fanfic #twst rook #rook hunt #rook hunt x oc #Rook hunt x Kristoffer Hartdagger #anon ask #tena writing

[tetrakys]

MCL Alternate Life review

Now that the three 4-episodes routes have been fully released, I’m ready to spend some final words on AL in general and the three boys specifically.

Plot

The plot is quite simple: AL was created to mostly address the break up, it is the canonical ending to Lysander, Kentin and Armin’s routes (while UL and LL are the canon continuation of Cas’ and Nath’s routes). The general plot is meeting your old boyfriend again, reconnect, solidify the relationship and resolve the long-distance issue. Quite simple, it’s the con of having only 4 episodes, but it does its job well, for years we asked for something that would fix the break up and we got it. Also I liked that the main structure was the same for all three boys, it provides a sense of continuity and a main theme for the season.

System

Same as the other seasons, 2AP x line of dialogue, however there is one main difference. Episodes 2 and 3 have choices which lead to different illustrations and scenes, meaning that they should be replayed twice if all illus with the crush want to be obtained. I personally quite like this system because the episodes are short and cheap, rarely over 1000 AP and this gives me a reason to play twice and extend my gaming experience. Plus replaying doesn’t bore me since the scenes are different as well so it’s almost like having two episodes in one.

The Art

I’m generally always happy about the quality of MCL’s illustrations, and I think AL keeps up with the high standard. As a con, I’d say that the poses might be a bit repetitive, hugging and kissing tend to be quite similar among the three routes, but other than that I’m happy. Backgrounds and sprites are also very good imo, but I’ll get to that soon.

Now, a closer look at the three:

Lysander

My Victorian prince was perfect as a teen and remained perfect in adulthood. Personally I think he looks even more beautiful, if possible, and his personality didn’t change at all, only slightly more mature due to being an adult with adult responsibilities. If on one hand this means that we got exactly what we lost 4 years ago, it also means that he’s the crush that remained the most static, didn’t have a real evolution like all the others did. Like a fae prince who remained frozen in time. It might make his journey a bit less interesting that’s true, but on the other hand can you improve perfection? I don’t think so.

In fact he’s the only crush we didn’t break up with. At first I was a bit surprised “for sure it must be Kentin the one we don’t break up with, right?” but afterward it made so much sense. His AL is one of rediscovery of someone who we never really lost, and despite me not liking farm life it makes perfect sense for him and Candy to have ended up there. His story is soothing, and calm, just like him. Finding him again is like feeling you finally found your place and your home.

Kentin

Kentin grew up a lot since high school. Not only physically as he got taller and bulkier (and hotter) but also mentally. When we meet him again we find someone who has completed a personal journey, a new person who knows his worth and who they are. These years spent travelling the world alone made him grew up and now he’s able to love Candy in a healthy way because he can also love himself. 

His AL is one of getting to know the new mature person he’s become but also finding out that what really matters, his feelings and good heart, are always the same. Its route is full fluff with 5 minutes of drama which only serve to learn how different being with him is going to be now but also how his love didn’t change. His story is about personal growth and the work you have to put on yourself before being able to be in a relationship. 

Armin

Armin is still the same jokester as before, but he’s not a boy anymore, it’s clear that the break up made him grow up as well. His new looks are similar to what he used to wear before (without Alexy’s terrible involvement), I’m not a big fan of the yellow but it compensate with the haircut which imo makes so much more sense than that octopus-looking one he had before. I also love that he kept a smirking teasing expression which is so him. 

His route, while remains similar to the other two in its basic structure, is completely different in the sense that while he did grow up and became more mature, his story isn’t as much as getting to know him while getting to know who Candy and him are together and if they can build something solid and long-lasting. With Lys and Kentin we get a finished product, with Armin we get a work in progress, that makes his route more eventful and dynamic. We start with a fight in episode 1, get a whole journey and end with a final declaration which address all the issues and uncertainties. We see both Candy and Armin grow during the story. 

Personal considerations

I think all 3 routes are really well done so preference becomes a matter of personal taste. On my side, Armin’s is above the other two for the simple fact that I enjoy the drama and the enemies-to-lovers vibe. I also love Candy in this route, and the teasing relationship the both have. I loved following their journey, for me this route is pretty much perfect and I can only hope Beemoov keeps up this amazing writing. 

The other two routes are also really great. Kentin’s route is perfect for people who like fluff above all and just want to live a sweet love story. Lys’ is for people who want to play something soothing and with a more fairy tail vibe. 

I’m happy we finally got a happy ending with the three of them and these endings make so much sense: with Lys we could only join him in his farm life, not my thing as I said, but I never saw Lys as someone who could enjoy the rockstar lifestyle, his choices don’t have to work for me, they have to work for him and I’m happy they do. With Kentin it wouldn’t have felt right if he gave up his lifestyle and stayed in town for us, it would’ve been a complete step back from his personal journey to see him give up everything and chase Candy once again, so I’m happy it’s Candy the one joining him this time. And with Armin, with all the times Candy was the one to follow him in his passions and hobbies (plus the whole long-distance and Disney debacle) it had to end with him staying, and I’m so glad it did.

So now that we got our happy endings, what’s left?

I guess we’ll see 😏

#mcl #mclal #my candy love #mcl rambling #game review

[hypnomicimagines]

May I request Birthday with Hitoya? Thank you!

(daily reminder i love amaguni hitoya with my whole heart)

Amaguni Hitoya:

Birthday: How they celebrate your birthday.

Hitoya reassured you that he had money.

You told him you were aware, and that while you didn’t expect him to skimp on your birthday gift, you still wanted to go to a simple diner for dinner. He knew better than to argue with you as it often led to dead ends and him sleeping on the couch, only to wake up with back pain reminding him of his age. It was better to keep you happy and content, within reason, so he didn’t argue for something more.

Anything you were happy with, he was happy with.

He appreciated the aesthetic of the diner you picked and wondered if you had him in mind for it, the black and white stylized eatery seeming to be made for him. You had laughed when he suggested it but didn’t deny that it may have been the draw, talking about some reviews you had seen for the food and especially for the milkshake.

You do notice that, despite Hitoya telling you there were no other work concerns or worries for him to face that day, he was a little twitchy. You wondered if he had really been disappointed with your dinner choice but he had never been one to care that much about where you ate. Considering at the beginning of your relationship you ordered in more nights than not, he wasn’t too picky with places as long as there was one thing on the menu he thought was appetizing.

When the milkshake meant for two comes to the table you noticed him glance at his phone briefly, looking flustered as he leaned in to take a sip at the same time as you. Now you were feeling really antsy, wanting to ask him what his deal was but nervous it might ruin the rest of your birthday. As though your anxiety wasn’t already doing that.

“We should get home.”

“Really? I haven’t even had a chance to digest yet… And dessert…” Hitoya held his hand up to signal the waitress over, who smiled brightly as he asked for a dessert menu; once you picked he asked for it to go, leaving you even more puzzled. “You have somewhere to be?”

“…Yes.” Hitoya didn’t give you more than that and you considered fighting back, but thought otherwise. His phone suddenly blasted his ringtone through the whole restaurant and he jumped up, quickly pulling it to his ear and excusing himself from the table to go talk to the person on the other line. Work? You should’ve known a workaholic like him would never truly have a day off.

You felt a little disappointed and sighed, taking a bite of your dessert to cheer yourself up as you waited for him to get back. With the bill paid you started the ride home where you were both quiet, an awkward silence radiating through the car as you didn’t quite know what to say. You were shifting around in your seat, Hitoya reaching over to place a hand on your thigh that had butterflies magically form in your stomach; no matter how long you were together this man would continue to get this reaction out of you.

“So, what was that phone call about?”

“Huh? Oh, uh, just a question I had to answer.”

“And you had to walk away and answer it outside?”

He didn’t know he married another lawyer. Hitoya ushered you up to his home, almost seeming pushy, which was just enough for you to turn and glare. As you’re about to ask what his problem is today the front door burst open, two brightly colored boys jumping out and striking odd poses. Hitoya, once again, sighed, rubbing his temples like he had the migraine of the century.

The party hats Jyushi and Kuko are wearing are a little lopsided and the string on Jyushi’s seems to have broken, with him tangling his hat in his hair to get it to stay. You were sure that would be a pain to get out later but he didn’t seem concerned about it now, looking eagerly at you for your reaction to the surprise. You smiled at them both and wrapped them in a thank you hug, getting a peak at the decorations that were certainly new to your home.

“Wow! You guys did this while you were gone?” Jyushi began to explain all the stores they had stopped at to find the perfect decorations, which led into Kuko telling him he was too picky and that you would be grateful for anything; you leaned against Hitoya as they were caught up in their own conversation, “You trusted them with a key to your house? While you weren’t here?”

Hitoya huffed, arms crossed as he did his own quality check of your surprise party, “Why do you think I got you dessert to go?”

#Hypnosis Mic #Hypnosis Microphone #Hypnosis Mic Imagines #Hypnosis Microphone Imagines #Hypnosis Mic x Reader #Hypmic #Hypnomic #Amaguni Hitoya #Hitoya Amaguni #Amaguni Hitoya x Reader #Scenario #Drabble Prompts

[honeyquinns]

would you do joseph x actress!fem!reader

you were ready to go premiere, you gonna support your secret boyfriend, your dress is definitely lovely. Later, Joseph get in premiere, he continue as he look at camera, he turn as you come, you definitely smile at him, he did notice you that you came. You were deeply proud of him

(hope you will write it, thanks so much and have a good day)

wait this is so cute i have ideas !!

LOVELY SECRETS

joseph quinn x actress!fem!reader

warnings // just fluff. nothing bad.

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you and Joseph have been dating since you first met through Jamie. you and Jamie already knew each other since around the ‘Twilight Saga’ era. he gave you the idea of auditioning for Stranger Things. he knew you’d been a fan of the show and his agent let him know there was another role open to be part of the california gang. when you got the part, everyone had met up for a table read and you sat next to Jamie. you were both new to the cast and as you looked around you noticed more new faces. first was Eduardo who you actually knew for years and then your eyes landed on Joseph. Jamie saw the way you both would steal glances from each other and decided to introduce you two. when covid hit, Joseph has just went back to the UK but you two would facetime constantly every day and practice your lines with each other and when things settled down and he was able to come back to the states and film, you two really hit it off and began dating.

it’s been about a year since you’ve wrapped filming for season 4 and 2 years since you and Joe have been together. you’ve gotten pretty serious but still nobody knows. you both decided it was best to keep it a secret for privacy reasons. you just knew with the way the media acts and how much attention Joe has gotten from new fans, all absolute hell would break loose. the only ones who knew of your relationship were your two closest friends. your best friend Melanie and of course, Jamie. tonight was the premiere of season 4 and you were quite nervous since no one knew of your relationship so you both thought it was best to drive separately and go as friends. “hey my love, you ‘bout ready?” you hear him say, turning around you eyed him up and down. he looked absolutely stunning in his dark brown suit, his rings on both hands and his curls pushed back. not to mention how the facial hair just made him look even sexier. “yes i’m ready” you walked toward him and he began to look at you the same way but even more lustful. you were wearing a long black dress that hugged your curves, your hair straight and simple, and the necklace Joe gifted you on your one year anniversary.

“you look incredibly stunning” he looks at you, lost for words with how shocked at how gorgeous you look. “you clean up pretty good, Quinn” you say smiling at him and blushing. even with a simple compliment, you were almost weak to your knees when it came to him. it was like love at first sight. he grabs your hand and twirls you around, pulling you clothes to him. “i love you, you know that” you look into each others eyes. who would’ve thought the person you’d imagine a whole life with could be this amazing? almost perfect? “i love you even more” you gives you the most passionate kiss that just makes your foot pop. you know, the one in princess diaries that Mia got to experience? that’s the one. you two were inseparable. “let’s get out of here, yeah?” you nod and head to your cars, driving to the event separately.

once you got to the premier you were greeted by your security, plenty of paparazzi and lots of fans. you waved to the fans, taking a few photos, and signing some autographs. your security and one of the workers of the event guided you to the red carpet for pictures. you posed so the paps could get all your good angles, letting a few guide you on some and waving. you continued to walk down and you turn seeing Joseph now on the carpet. he looked so beautiful and so happy, you couldn’t help but smile at him. he looked up smiling back at you, waving and you waved back. “hey Joe! get closer to y/n!” a pap had yelled. Joe walks over to you, putting a hand around you and setting it on your hip. you both posed for a few photos and parted ways for interviews. you were in the middle of an interview when you stole a couple of looks at Joseph. you were happy that he’s getting a lot more known. he had confessed to you that this is all he’s ever wanted, to be an actor and to not just have fun but to make an impact on people and to others who wanted to be actors. although you didn’t meet until the table read, you just felt like you’ve known him for many years and were genuinely and truly proud of him. “so y/n! how’s everything been for you since filming? you were huge around the time you filmed for ‘Twilight Saga: Eclipse’ and have laid low for a while doing films here and there but how does it feel to be back on the scene for a huge show like Stranger Things?” you were pulled out of your admiration from the interviewer, “you know it’s been really.. amazing to say the least. i was pretty young when i played Bree so of course, i want to finish school. coming back into the game i was really nervous because it had been so long but it’s been incredible to work with many talents like Millie and Caleb and of course the queen herself, Winona. i’m just honored to be apart of an amazing cast” you express kindly with a smile. you continued a couple more interviews and walk to where the rest of the event will be held with all of the cast and crew.

you sat down at a table with Jamie, Eduardo, Maya and Joseph. Joe’s hand was directly on top of your thigh. his thumb rubbing soothly on your skin, as he leaned to whisper in your ear, “you having a good time tonight, darling?” he asks sweetly. “yes it’s been amazing. how’s your night been, lovey?” his lips still near your ear, “it’s been quite good. although i miss you being close to me.” you pout your lip out at him. it would’ve been nice to show off for the cameras and everyone stating that you two were a couple in theory but you didn’t want to have to deal with any of the drama that the media and fans liked to come up with. they would ship Joe with Grace and make the most crazy accusations with anything regarding Joe with another woman and you just simply didn’t have the time to deal with it. Joe understood that and he was more than comfortable to keep your relationship private. it’s a lot more peace of mind for him knowing that he could keep some things in his life private but also keep you safe from any hate that could come. “you know, you two would make a really good couple” you both turned to Maya who was giving you both a suspicious look. “yeah i’ve noticed that these two are always super close-“ Eduardo chimes in “maybe you guys should you know..” he trails off. Jamie giggles at both of them “trust me loves, i’ve been playing cupid since the table read. sooner or later, these birds are going to get married.” you always loved how Jamie would go along with the secret but hint that you were together. you both laugh “i mean i keep wanting to take her out of a date” Joseph says turning to you, “maybe we should go on a date, huh y/n?” you caress his cheek playfully “you know what? i will go on a date with you Joseph.” you say factually. “hmmm i’m feeling some sarcastic, yet love energy in this room and i think you two are dating” Maya gives you both a squinty look and turns away to pay attention to the Duff bros who are now speaking about the series. you, Joe, & Jamie all look at each other and giggle about what Maya had said.

after the night was over, you head back to his place. you throw off your shoes and clothes, jumping into his guest bathroom shower while he’s in his and meet back up in his room. you go through his closet and pulling out one of his baggy t-shirt’s to put on and hop in the bed with him. “i really had fun tonight. even though we weren’t together, it felt good just to be in the same room as you” Joe says kissing your head as you’re laying on top of his chest to feel his heart beat. “me too, Joe” you slightly pull your head up to look at him “you think one day we’ll be able to just be open about our relationship?” he thinks for a second “yeah of course. eventually the fans will have to understand that i’m a grown man and i will have someone and get married and all that jazz.. plus i think the paps would absolutely love getting all the exclusive pictures of our day.” he smile into your forehead, giving it a light kiss. “hm.. i love you, you know that?” you look at him with the most loving eyes. no one has ever made you feel the way Joseph has. “and i love you y/n. i adore everything about you.” you give him another kiss and turn over to get comfortable in bed. he leans over to turn out the light, putting the volume down on the tv and wraps his arms around you. “goodnight my love” he says. “goodnight lovey” and you both fall asleep peacefully.

a/n: hi!! so i took a romantic, simpy route but i thought it was so cute with the simplicity aspect of a relationship 🥹 and now it’s almost 3am so i have to sleep haha! don’t forget to reblog 🫶🏽

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[rexxdjarin]

Hello :) I miss seeing Rex and Mari on on my dash. So here's a question: In a few words how would you describe:

Mari as a person (not as Rex's lover, but as herself.) Her personality, some of the things she likes and makes her unique.

Rex with Mari as your interpretation. Is he more anxious, is he super attentive that he misses some details outside, is he stoic, is he touchy, etc.

Mari and Rex as a couple in one shot (image). Do their pose usually look like (example) Mari is on Rex's lap? Mari behind Rex with her arms around his chest? Rex's hand on her waist side by side? — What is the perfect couple pose picture they have in their apartment/house?

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Sjejdjwjdj hi anon 🥺🥺🥺 this honestly made me tear up a lil bit so I will get right into it:

Mari as a person….where do I even start. She’s such a fiery volcano of a woman. She’s intense, combative, argumentative and funny. Her one liners and quips, I mean she has this ability to command a room fairly easily. But as much as she loves going out and being where friends, she loves nights in and people watching from her apartment balcony even more. As much as she is an extrovert, she’s still a fairly private and vulnerable person deep down. She keeps who she really is, her sensitivity, her emotions, her heart extremely close to her and is always on the defensive to protect herself. The loud boisterous side of her is a defense mechanism. And it largely works. Only her closest friends can ever really tell how something affects her or how she’s feeling. And god she’s so so passionate. When she cares about something she is relentless and fearless in her pursuit of it. It’s why Padmé connects with her so well. They will stop at nothing to make things right. To the point where they’ve both had to step out of meetings or committees when there are those who purposely don’t agree with them. Mari is quick to anger and even if she can’t do something right away, best believe her and Fox are talking shit about the situation later. She’s just SO many things. She’s so intricate and contradictory sometimes. But deep down she has the most simple of desires. To make a difference in peoples lives and to be passionately cared for the way she does everyone around her.

Rex has always been touchy feely with her. Their love language is physical touch so little things like cuddles or hands on her waist or hugs or holding her hands mean so much to both of them. It’s how they can say they love each other without words. Rex is patient with her above all else. He listens and he protects her heart so that she doesn’t always have to fight so hard. She can just be. And he builds trust with her the way no other man ever has. He won’t ever betray her trust or abandon her or hurt her. He just wants her wrapped up in his arms where they can both be vulnerable in each others safety. And honestly ? Being with her keeps his head clear. It makes him better. He can focus more. He finds his center so easily because he’s balanced just by knowing he has someone who cares about him as a human being and as a partner, not just as a captain. That humanization is freedom to him and the fact that he never had to even ask her to see him that way made all the difference for him.

Their classic couple pose is probably something like this. It’s not even about the photo or the world around them when they’re together. It’s just the two of them lost in each other and nothing else can ever get between them. The challenges and tragedies of the world are something they take on together, side by side, arm and arm and with their backs to the wall. It’s really them against the world. And it’s easy to see how in love with each other they are. They probably didn’t even know this photo was being taken. And also bonus points if they’re going out or something Rex always sits in the booth with his one arm spread across the booth comfortable and mari sitting on his lap with his other arm curling around her waist possessively. They’re just that couple that is always undeniably together.

#oc: mari vontas #captain rex x oc: mari vontas #captain rex x oc #wip unwritten #wip captain’s log #thank you so so much for asking me this 🥺 #I think I needed this to kick start my writing again bby ily so much 💙 #also idk what you mean for the tag 😩

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We are gathered here today, to pay tribute to @woo-catwaffles-deactivated20230, whose blog was cut tragically short mere days ago.

He was a frienly boy, who would give you a big hug. They were a devoted and talented artist, with a great heart and a love for the LGBTQ+ and disabled community. They created many original posts: commissions, of which they did freely and without bond, whenever they were able to. They reblogged many fandoms and many posts that might not have reached a higher status if it weren't for their intervention.

@woo-catwaffles. @woo-catwaffles. @woo-catwaffles.

They mattered in this site. Their interactions gave me and many others a simple smile, and it is a terrible loss to see them gone. Their followers and mutuals will miss them dearly.

In memory of their legacy, I will now post the first 6000 words of the Day Off With Fluttershy free writing commission I was working on for them.

Fluttershy and human reader, on a day off…

-search for bugs, 

-bird watching (i like mourning birds & doves & pigeons ^-^), 

-play hide and seek, 

and then build a fort :3c ?

Reader = dress over tuxedo

Discord and angel bunny exist, maybe.

Perspective: Second person

Tags: Slice of life

Below here be the Story, ay?

“Okay darling, just a little bit more and we’re done,” Rarity mutters apologetically as she adjusts your shoulder seam with a needle and orange silk. It’s the third time she’s done so. You thought your handsome (if a bit frilly) orange gown with the belt-thing get-up looked perfectly fine an hour ago.

An hour ago.

You don’t know how much more of this you can take. All the constant standing, posing, strutting, and running to test for wear in formal ballroom dresses and stuffy business suits… it’s just been getting really old. You’ve been modeling for Rarity in eight-hour shifts for three weeks, six days, two hours, and forty-seven minutes now, not that anyone was counting. The money’s been good, at least, but you really wish there were some more fulfilling job for a human in Equestria than modeling for a crazed and bored fashionista’s whims.

Rarity apparently reads your mind, saying in a soothing voice, “I know you’ve been rather tired of all these adjustments, but I absolutely have to fix this one thing, and then I promise I’ll be done with it.”

“So you say now…” you riposte under your breath, grinding your teeth.

A couple more magicked stitches of silk and she says, “And… done,” taking off her glasses with her hoof to inspect her handiwork for a minute. Satisfied, she levitates her supplies to her messy desk. You sit down in your jeans and t-shirt that Rarity made to order for you (for free!) and are about to ask her what’s next when she turns to you with a soft smile and says, “You’re free to go for today, darling.” 

At the confused look on your face, she smugly adds, “What, you thought I would really keep you here any longer? I may strive to put as much time and effort into my pieces as possible and I may be, well, a workaholic,” she looks sheepish, “but you really need to take some time off from work to just enjoy yourself and hang out with others!”

You weakly protest, “But what about the rest of my—”

“Oh, I’ll still pay you full hours for today,” she giggles. “We can say I’m paying you to stress-test that outfit you have on now. Now go have some fun! Play around in the grass, go out for ice cream… gasp! Maybe even go on a date!” She turns a hopeful smile on you with glitter in her eyes, her matchmaker instinct inflamed.

You just snort and stand up, walking to your bright orange dress of inspiration. “Eh. Well, alright. If you’re sure my outfit’s done.”

“Oh, don’t you worry about that, (y/n)! I’m positive that you’ll look absolutely stunning at the Spring Flower Formal in Canterlot.”

You blink. “Is that what this was for?”

“Oh yes,” she absentmindedly states as she begins to levitate a ponyquin and some black fabric in front of her, squinting at it with her glasses. “With how few orders I’ve been getting recently, I’ve made a little game out of designing the dresses or suits a pony would need for each occasion and then predicting ahead of time which ones would actually need to be made. It seems that I was correct, this time.”

“That’s pretty amazing! Even more so considering I haven’t even told anybody I was thinking of going…” You frown and squint suspiciously at the gown, which really does seem like it would perfectly complement the bright, vibrant tones of the flowers of spring. “But now that I think about it,” you say tentatively, “I’m not sure if I should be more impressed or disturbed.”

“You should be more disturbed if it will help you get out of here and into the spring sun more quickly,” Rarity riposted smugly. “After all, it is hardly good form to hang around your place of employment on your day off. I’ve also still got some work of my own that I need to finish, and I very well can’t have you here distracting me while I’m busy making a dress for Twilight to wear to the Vernal Equinox Festival.”

You raise an eyebrow. “She’s getting dressed for the spring equinox?”

Rarity looks at her ponyquin clad in black and delicate shades of purple and back at you with a raised eyebrow of her own. “She is now.”

You exchange goodbyes, grab your coat, and step outside to the sleepy morning streets of Ponyville. A chill wind blows through the air, only kept in check by an unusually bright and sunny sky. The pegasi, at least, did their jobs this morning.

Maybe Fluttershy would want to hang out…

Knocking on the door to Fluttershy’s cottage, you take a moment to truly breathe in the natural environment. The air here feels crisper and unseasonably warmer (but not uncomfortably so) than that of the hamlets of Ponyville, and it seems to just exquisitely fill you up with something that you were missing by being shut up indoors for the past couple days.

You hear a little movement from the other side of the door. Good, Fluttershy’s home. You were wondering if she would be staying home at this time of day. 

Or, well… she’s usually at home tending to her animals, but upon scanning the lush grass highlands around Fluttershy’s little hobbit house, you don’t really see any animals. Or smell them, either. Definitely odd. It could be chalked up to the mammals hibernating for the winter-come-spring, but your recollection of how the town of Ponyville woke up the slumbering bunnies for their Winter Wrap-Up puts that theory to rest. 

The birdhouses placed haphazardly on Fluttershy’s mossy roof also seem to be empty, and, now that you think about it, you couldn’t hear any birds calling out to each other on the path to her house. Curiouser and curiouser…

Suddenly, the door swings open to reveal a truly thick black bear sitting on Fluttershy’s threshold and watching you impassively.

“Ah,” you say. 

The bear, easily matching your height while being more than triple your weight, turns his head down while looking up at you, showing the whites of his eyes like a bored puppy. You rack your brains for any information that could help on the specifics of social interactions with bears, but come up quite short. Just when you’re starting to feel foolish standing on the threshold with your mouth opening and closing, you remember a vital piece of information.

“Your name’s Hank, isn’t it?” you ask.

The bear nods.

“...Cool. Is Fluttershy here?”

The bear nods again and gets up from the floor, revealing his true breadth as he takes a few steps and looks back expectantly, waiting a few awkward moments before you follow him inside.

Fluttershy’s living room has been, apparently, cleaned to within an inch of its life. The floor has been waxed, the cushions and rugs have been reupholstered, it looks like, and the dog bed at the corner of the stairs has been completely erased.

From what you remember to be the kitchen, you barely hear the soft cadence of Fluttershy whispering, “Who is it, Hank?” before you round the corner with the bear himself and the kitchen comes into view. The kitchen is immaculately clean, incredibly so, the dishes and glasses lying on the table sparkle with a mirror-shine. The butter pegasus—Fluttershy herself—is hard at work washing a tea set, with her long pink mane tied into a hairnet so her hair wouldn’t get wet.

She turns to face you and gives a little self-conscious smile that utterly warms your heart and banishes the last vestiges of cold from your body. It’d be cliché to say that her magic and that of nature revived your soul, but considering that she’s the Element of Kindness, there probably was some magic involved. (It might have also been the smell of fresh-cooked bacon lingering in the air.)

“Good morning, (y/n). Oh!” Her expression turns to one of shock before her sheepish smile turns to a sheepish frown and she puts a dish into the sink to paw at the ground. “Um, sorry, but you were a little too late to have tea with me and Hank the Bear here.”

“Sorry…” she repeats, hiding behind her mane.

“Aaarg!” Your heart threatens to give out on you due to Fluttershy’s sheer adorableness.

“Oh, my! Are you okay?” Immediately, she’s hovering at your side with eyes wide, her hoof poking at your chest where your hands had flung themselves over your heart in protection. “Are you hurt anywhere? Oh no! Don’t tell me you ate another poisonous flower!” She baps the side of her head onto the right side of your chest to hear your heartbeat with her ear, but gently, and with only enough force to remind you of a cat’s headbutt.

Pretty soft, 9/10, would recommend. After a few moments, her eyes open wildly and she floats right in front of you. “Oh, no! I can’t feel your heartbeat!” she cries. “What was the color of the flower you ate? How many petals did it have? Oh, no, we have to go to Zecora’s hut to get you an antidote, (y/n)!”

“I, uh—heh heh. Ha ha ha ha ha ha!” You have to hold your stomach to keep the laughter from bursting out.

Fluttershy, bless her heart, spins around to Hank in a panic. “Oh, no, no, no, no, no! Hank, they’re convulsing from the poison! We’ve gotta get them out of here! Here, (y/n), sit on Hank. We’ll take you to Zecora’s,” she says, her hoof slung over your shoulder and nudging you forward a step.

Hank snarls at Fluttershy. Before this point, you almost forgot how dangerous bears were.

She swung in front of the bear, hoof pointed at him as he gazed evenly at her. “Now, don’t be like that, mister! They do not smell like garbage!” That got you to do a double take. “We have to get them to Zecora’s hut, and quickly, because we have to help them,” she says, leveling her Stage Two stare at the humongous mammal that could probably send her flying into the stratosphere if he wanted to. 

Hank snorts out a sigh and stares at me with his eyebrows fixed at you in such a way to make sure you knows he’s annoyed at you. Well, at least Fluttershy has nothing to worry about from him, you think.

You gingerly grab Fluttershy’s hoof from her shoulder, idly noting that it’s about as fluffy as a dog’s paw compared to some of the other ponies, and bring her gently to the ground with a smile. 

“Woah, there, girl. I’m completely fine, Fluttershy,” you say.

“Really?” She examines you with concern in her eyes. “But then why couldn’t I feel a heartbeat?”

“Because, uh, my heart’s on the left side of my body…?” you point out.

“Oh.” She hangs her head low with shame. “Sorry. I might have panicked a little… I was just worried ever since,” she hesitates, “you know, when you first got here—”

“Oof. Don’t remind me,” you say. Those times were really rough. Getting dropped into the middle of the woods with a sudden lack of cell service during the night, having to forage for food and live in a cave like an animal. The nightmarish timberwolves… 

…You shudder at the imagery the memory dredges up, the core of green light in the soulless freakish golem alike to luminescent worms writhing around the heart of a real wolf, how its husks of eyes flashed before your own when it lunged towards you.

Your reaction doesn’t escape her notice, and she begins to tear up. “I’m sorry…” she murmurs.

Awww! You can’t let this happen! You just gotta cheer her up! Besides, you’re starting to feel kinda bad for laughing earlier while she thought you might’ve been poisoned. You crouch down onto your knees to hug her, which she’s surprised about, at first, but she eventually hugs you back.

She’s warm, warmer than the early spring sunlight outside her cottage. Her coat brushes against you, and you can definitely feel how her fur is longer and fluffier than any other pony’s, not to mention softer! The fog of the horrors of the past recede from your mind, allowing you to think clearly and exuberantly for the first time in… days, perhaps? 

Your troubles and worries seem to fade into obscurity as the mere fact of you being there for someone who was hurting, and someone being there for you in kind, lifts your mood, directing your gaze not into the shadowy caverns of the past put into stark contrast by fear’s lantern, but to the glittering stars in the unknowable sky of the future, and ever above the concerns of the material…

Fluttershy’s tears flow on your shoulders. “It’s okay,” you say, petting her head with inscrutable tears forming in your eyes. “I’m fine. I hardly think about that anymore. And when I do, I remember that I’m surrounded by friends now.”

Fluttershy looks up at your chest with mixed feelings evident. “Are you sure you’re okay, (y/n)? I mean, you did seem like you were hurting earlier.”

That was pretty embarrassing… “Oh, uh, I was just a little bit hungry. That’s it.”

Hank snorts at this. You almost forgot he was even here, and you stand up and wheel around in primal worry at the realization that he, in all his two-ton glory, could have effortlessly punted you across the universe at any time that struck his fancy while you were crouched down like that.

Fluttershy senses your anxiety, and, distracted from the prospect of your death, she says, “Oh, don’t worry about Hank. You two just need to get familiar with each other and he’ll be perfectly friendly to you. Here, let him sniff your hand.”

If he could, Hank would reiterate how much he dislikes the smell of humans. As it is, Hank just turns up his nose at you and saunters off to the living room.

Relief fills your body and your facial muscles relax at the bear being out of sight—not because you think he’s dangerous, though. It’s just instinct. Fluttershy, however, frowns after the retreating bear. “Oh…”

After an awkward moment, she looks at you apologetically and says, “Well, um, even after everything, it’s still nice to see you. Especially since almost everycreature else is gone and I’ve got a lot of free time today.”

“Oh yeah,” you muse, “I thought there weren’t as many animals around as I remembered there being before… What’s up with that?”

“I can tell you more about it over tea, if you want,” she says, pointing a foreleg over to the table, before she looks over and realizes it’s bare. “Oh…” Fluttershy looks despondent.

“Don’t worry, Fluttershy!” To reassure her, you move over to the sink full of the tea set dishes and roll up your sleeves, grabbing a dry towel and putting on a well-fitting apron. “If you wash the dishes and I dry them, we can get set up for tea in no time!”

“Okay. But only if you want to…” Fluttershy murmurs.

You give her a heartfelt smile. “It’s nothing, really. And having lunch after having to work for it just makes the lunch even better.”

Fluttershy puts on the hairnet again and moves over to your left to start rinsing out one teacup of a trio. “I don’t know. If your chest was really hurting so bad from being so hungry, you should probably avoid working or anything like that until I can get you something to eat,” she whispers. “I still feel really bad for all of… that, that just happened.”

You take a dry cloth to the dishes that were already hanging, getting them bone-dry in moments. “Awww, you’ve been completely fine, Fluttershy. If anything, I was the one who made things worse by, uh, being so dramatic about things. Whatever. Hey, if you wanna repay me, you could cook up some of that bacon I was smelling earlier,” you say hopefully.

Fluttershy giggles and gets to work on the very same bacon-greased plate that Hank was eating off of. “Oh, my. I forgot you ate meat. It’s just so difficult to think of you as anything but a stallion. Er, no offense…”

You snort. “I guess this means I’ve really integrated into pony society, huh?” You pick up a piece of hay from a dried plate and look at it. “Not that I would want to really stay here all my life. It’s too hard to come by a decent meal in Ponyville, not being able to eat grass or flowers off the street and all—I’m not gonna try to eat any more flowers, I promise,” you reassure Fluttershy when she glances sidelong at you with worry.

…But now that you think about it, what would the grass and hay here even taste like? Maybe it’s very nutritious and tasty, which is why all the ponies graze on it so often. Sneaking a quick glance out the window to see how edible the grass would be, your face again warms up in the sudden glow of spring sunbeams shining down on Fluttershy’s cottage.

You light up. “Fluttershy,” you ask her, “do you want to have a picnic outside instead of tea?”

She beams at you. “Oh, that would be wonderful! I was even planning to do some looking at nature later. Most of the diurnal migratory morning birds should be flying back to Ponyville today, and we can watch for them and catalog them—and sing with them!” she exclaims. “Er, that is, if you’re fine with it…”

You take the corners of a damp tea cozy and fold it along the middle. Its hanging curve roughly approximates the smile on your face on hearing that information. “I love that idea!” you gush. All the tea set dishes have been washed and dried. “You know what we could do today? It’s the same thing I do every morning, Flutters…”

“Um, ‘Try to take over the world’?”

You wheel around to Fluttershy, shocked. “What??” you ask.

“Oh, um, You said that one time at game night with the girls. I remember we were all pretty scared of you when you said that in a weird voice, and Rainbow Dash almost fought you over it like you really were going to try to take over Equestria.” She looks conflicted. “Oh, or was it that you said you try to take over the world every night?”

Damn, it’s been a long time since you’ve thought about Pinky and the Brain. Might be a good idea to write a play or a book or something about that for Equestria.

“That’s more of a human thing. Just a figure of speech, really. Anyway,” you pat your apron and untie it, “I was thinking more along the lines of looking for cool bugs after the picnic. Could you get the basket while I try to whip us up some sandwiches?”

“Ah, yeah, (y/n),” she excitedly whinnies as she trots away. You may have become more familiar with pony culture and the way the ponies look, but that will never not be adorable.

Fluttershy insists on carrying the picnic basket on her back, citing her worries at how having to carry it might hurt your fragile human back. This piece of business over with, the conversation level drops to the sweet bliss of nothingness, and the pair of you start on your journey through the forest.

The two of you are content to walk in silence along the path as you bask in the natural wiles around you. Fluttershy has a small smile on her face. You can’t help but grin a little at sharing company with a good friend of yours, just freely passing the time in another’s company without any obligations of having to partake in society or entertain other ponies with ostentatious parties. Here, it’s just you, Fluttershy, and the creatures of the Freedom Forest Valley nature trail.

However, after a minute, you start to get disturbed at how quiet it is out here. It’s not that the silence between you and Fluttershy was becoming awkward; if anything, it was soothing on your nerves and your head after having spent such a stretch of time as Rarity’s personal rubber duck to bounce ideas off of. It’s just that the silence between yourself and the critters of the forest was stretching on for long enough to be noticeable.

You frown and turn to your companion, stopping both of your advances. “Hey, Fluttershy?”

She turns to you in kind and frowns as well. “What is it, (y/n)?”

“Does it seem kind of… quiet outside, to you at all?”

She embarrassedly looks at the dirt path and paws at a branch of leaves under her hooves. “I thought you might notice. Most of the creatures of the forest have… gone somewhere else.” She sighs and mutters, “I just wish Discord didn’t decide to take them out of their natural environment for the show…”

Alarm bells start to ring in your head. You wholecloth forgot that he lived with Fluttershy until she brought him back up. But where is he, and what is he doing—what could he be doing away from Fluttershy’s watchful eye? “Discord?” you ask her.

“Oh, yes.” The two of you resume walking. “There’s an animal show happening in Fillydelphia right now. It’s an annual convention, and I just somehow forgot about it this year until it was too late to let the critters take a part in it. Oh, it’s just so wonderful every year!” She gushes, “It lets all the animals in the forest and around Ponyville present themselves to get awards while they network with others to find out what’s happening in everycreature’s lives and all around the world!”

“Hang on.” There’s a massive fallen tree obstructing the path. It wouldn’t be feasible to go around it, so you take the picnic basket from Fluttershy, put it on the other side, and carry Fluttershy with you as you vault it. “So you were too late to get any animals over there in time?”

Fluttershy jumps out of your arms and takes the picnic basket onto her back again. “Oh, yes. But Discord was kind enough to take them to the show in time with his teleportation magic. I did have to get him to Pinkie Promise not to take the animals that didn’t want to go, and to protect the animals that did go while making sure that they all made it back.” She spots something to the side of the trail and trots over to it, waving you over with a hoof.

“Wow,” you say unsurely as you veer off the path toward her. “Did he really take all the rabbits? All the chickens and wolves? Harry, too? Cuz if he took as many animals to Fillydelphia as I think he took, then he really must have brought down the house with them all.”

“Well, he didn’t take all the wolves, at least. Oh dear...” Worry dances through Fluttershy’s wingtips as she does a little steppy. “You don’t think he’s causing too much chaos over there?”

Discord’s a bit of a sore subject for you. “He probably is, in all honesty,” you tell her, and then reassure her by saying, “But I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t take it too far. Anyway, what did you want to show me?”

Fluttershy points at a mossy-bottomed rock with ferns growing on top of it in a cavity. “Look,” she says.

You look at the rock, which is about the same size as Fluttershy. You look back to Fluttershy. “It’s very pretty,” you say truthfully. “What is it?”

“It’s a rock,” Fluttershy says.

Damn, she’s good! “No, I mean, what’s up with it?”

Fluttershy perks up. “Oh! Right. This is an igneous shale rock, rich in minerals from being composed of magma and very amenable to being a habitat for microorganisms, nutritious fronds, and herbivorous crawlers to hole up in. Sorry, I just figured that if you wanted to see some insects, this would be as good a place as any to find some,” she explains while letting the basket down onto the ground.

Your eyes light up. “Nahhh, s’all good,” you tell her, “so how can we get a peek at some of them? Lift up the boulder?”

Fluttershy shakes her head. “Oh, no,” she says, “that would be rude. We can just knock on the rock and see who comes up to answer. I do it all the time when I have to wake them up for Winter Wrap-Up.”

“Really? Huh. I’ve never thought about that before.” You sit on the wet, grassy ground next to the boulder and give it a gentle tap with your knuckles, looking to Fluttershy for approval. She sits opposite you with picnic basket balanced evenly on her back and gives a big reassuring smile that turns into something softer but just as heartfelt and strikingly giddying as a huge earwig lopes out from under the mass of moss and grass attached to the boulder. 

“Woah!” you exclaim, startled by just how big it is. Forget the Saint Helena, this was an earwig roughly the length and width of your own hand, with its pincers being easily three inches long.

It lazily tilts its head up to stare at you. Fluttershy gently turns her own head to look at you so that she couldn’t possibly scare the earwig away. She’s still smiling, but it’s more subdued now. “Go on, talk to it. Its pincers are harmless; it won’t bite,” she entreaties you.

“Uh… okay.” You smile uncertainly at her and look at the earwig. It’s just staring back at you, antennae twitching around with unknown intent. In order to get closer to it and make it feel more comfortable, and also make yourself more comfortable with the strange thing you’re doing, you lay down on your stomach in front of it in the grass. “Uh, hello?” you ask the earwig nervously.

The earwig waves back at you, filling you with confidence. You continue, “Uh, well, we were just in the neighborhood and I wanted to introduce myself and check in with you, see if you were doing all right, you know… Is this your house?”

The earwig nods and walks forward until they’re right in front of your face. They look at you intently and extend a foreleg to boop your nose rapidly and repeatedly, startling you and making your nose tickle something fierce. “Uh?” you ask Fluttershy, eyes wide and moving to look to her for help with your head staying still to not harm the earwig.

“You’re doing great,” she giggles. “That’s just the way that earwigs greet other creatures,” she says, walking over and lying down to let the earwig poke her muzzle as an example. “See? He likes us.”

“Incredible!” You tell her and then turn to the earwig. “Here,” you say, proffering your finger to the earwig, “this is how humans greet each other. We shake hands—or appendages, in this case. My name’s (y/n). What’s yours?”

The earwig gets the message, and shakes your finger with their leg. However, they don’t say their name, making you feel pretty silly because you genuinely forgot that earwigs couldn’t talk for a solid moment there. Instead, they just turn their gaze to you as a faint hissing emanates from their body.

Fluttershy comes in with the assist again. “Oh, I can translate. She says her name is Light, and she’s asking where humans come from, since she’s never heard of them before, living under a rock and all.”

This is unbelievable! You’re actually talking to an earwig! An earwig called “Light”! The sun is shining pleasantly upon your body, the breeze plays in your hair, the grass is rustling underneath your fingers, soft and cool to the touch with a mild dampness, the ground underneath you is hardy and sturdy, tough and earthy, and real, and you, the human, are currently having a full, rounded conversation with an honest-to-god earwig.

Turning your head to Light, you then say, “I come from Earth! It’s a whole ‘nother planet entirely than this, with rules a lot different than you have here. Say,” you raise an eyebrow at her, which probably doesn’t track, “are you the only bug living here, or is there like a whole apartment full of insects under there?”

Light’s antennae flick around lazily and she retreats back under the rock for a moment, coming back with a few mewling and writhing grubs on her back. “Awww! She’s a mama!” you say to Fluttershy.

Fluttershy looks shocked. “Oh,” she whispers, “so sorry to disturb you, Ms. Light. We should probably get out of your antennae now; I know how rowdy the little earwigs can get when they’re about to turn into nymphs,” she continues in a conspiratoral tone, causing Light to nod sagely.

Light then comes up to you and again rapidly boops your nose. “Let me guess, an earwig goodbye?” you ask Fluttershy sidelong, and she nods slowly. “Awright. Bye, Light!” You wave goodbye at her with a finger and she waves back at you before turning to Fluttershy and booping her as well.

“Don’t be a stranger,” Fluttershy whispers out to Light. “Oh, wait, Ms. Light? Would you happen to know where we could find Pierre? Pierre the moth?”

Again the hissing from Light’s body, which this time gets cut off as one of the fat grubs flops over her face and Light runs over to the rock to contain them again.

“Thank you, Ms. Light!” Fluttershy softly calls after her. “Good luck with your budding nymphs!” And Light the earwig runs back home to her little wriggling grubs.

You get up off the ground and dust off the knees of your jeans, though nothing you do right now would be able to get the wetness off your clothing now. “What’d she say? Also, who’s Pierre? And why the heck would a moth be called Pierre?”

Fluttershy gets up and looks at you in confusion. At least she doesn’t have to worry about her clothes getting wet, since she doesn’t wear any most of the time. “Pierre is an absolutely gorgeous and friendly moth who loves getting visitors. Um, what’s wrong with the name ‘Pierre’?”

“Nothing, nothing. It’s just a bit… strange. Pierre’s like a human name, you know? Like a French name. Whatever, it’s not important,” you say, anxious to change the subject when Fluttershy still just looks at you confused. “Pierre sounds like a perfectly wonderful person—moth, and I’m sure I’d love to see ‘em,” you say. 

“Oh,” Fluttershy grins, “you will! But we better get going. Pierre doesn’t like to be kept waiting past noon. He’s very…” she tilts her head and gives a strange look, “...particular.” And off she goes with the basket, leaving you feeling even odder.

The vibrant red picnic basket on Fluttershy’s back catches your eye again and you instinctively take a deep breath of the early spring air, the faint scent of rain discernable among the scent of the trees, the leaves, and the morning dew. And, of course, the thick smell of bacon catches your nose from the picnic basket like it’s a pie in a cartoon, and you sigh in content.

Now walking alongside Fluttershy back to the path, you give her a tiny satisfied smile. “Hey, girl! Thanks for taking so much thought about where—like, for planning the whole bug-finding thing out. I was probably just gonna look under some logs or something,” you confess, rubbing the back of your neck. “Sorry about all the trouble.”

“Oh, don’t worry. It wasn’t any trouble, (y/n). I mean, I just love the insects of the woods, more than any other pony in Ponyville,” she meekly counter-confesses.

“Awww! You’re just precious, Fluttershy!” You pick up a dry yellow leaf off the ground and offer it to her. “Here, take this cool-looking leaf as a trophy for your pureness, madame.”

“Oh, um, thank you…” she mutters, hiding behind her mane. She takes the leaf from your hand in her mouth and eats it with a crunch. What? 

“Oh, sorry,” she says and smiles bashfully at you before giggling, “I just love the taste of leaves from the ailm tree! I forgot you might not be used to seeing someone eat one…” Huh.

A satisfied silence again falls upon the two of you as you just walk on, the Freedom Forest Valley trail again opening up to your sight and your fluttering heart. In your concern over the little things in life, the bugs, the plants, the upcoming picnic and migration of birds, you almost forgot about the woods and the wildness around you.

A breeze blows through you, pulling your hair and your clothes to the side. There are no birds chirping, which you still find quite unnerving, but you find that there is no end to the interesting things and junk you can see. The infinite complexity of even the smallest things astounds you: the glistening of the drops of dew on the grass and the flowers making the blushes around you glitter in the sunlight, the fractal beauty of the limbs of the tree and how the lightest of their twitches in the wind far exceeds any possible imagination or expectation, and, perhaps most stunning and satisfying of all, the roses and the lilies of the field.

Spring flowers are beginning to bloom, sporadically dotting the picture of the forest with vivid splashes of red, pink, and purple. They slowly grow in numbers as your steps advance, and the spots of their growth increase in size until, soon enough, they overtake the path entirely and you and Fluttershy have to slow your step to be able to find where it continues. You can hear the faint buzzing of insects as a nearby brackley marsh in a valley of its own comes into view. Fluttershy stops to smell a particularly vibrant rose and you take a moment to look for any butterflies around, but you can’t find any. Turning slightly to ask Fluttershy where they are, you lose your train of thought as you spot her taking a bite out of the rose. “C’est la vie de poney,” vous murmurez, and continue on in silence.

Trees stretch on as far as the eye can see. How far have you been walking, now? Your legs are kind of starting to feel tired as they hit against the bulbs of the many flowers. Taking a sidelong glance at Fluttershy, you can’t see any visible signs of exhaustion at all, though that could be due to the fluffy pony’s evolutionary traits. You have now reached the part of the forest where the thickness of the trees is beginning to block the sun with their overgrowth, but you can still see that the sun is… hm. It’s actually a bit hard to see where the sun is, as it’s now cloudy—was it cloudy just a moment ago? How the time flies.

In a momentary break of the cover, you see Celestia’s sun raised in the exact middle of the sky, but its beams don’t seem quite so hot or harsh anymore. Probably, Celestia wanted to take a nap today, if everything you know about her was correct.

While lost in your musings, you crash your noggin headlong into a HUGE fallen tree.

Next thing you know, Fluttershy’s in front of your eyes, gesticulating furiously. “Oh no, no, no! Quick! (y/n)! How many hooves am I holding up?”

“Uhhhhhh, four?”

“(Y/N)! We NEED to get you to a hospital…” she squeaks.

“Woah, woah, woah. I do not have a concussion! Fluttershy, I—Fluttershy!” you exclaim, when Fluttershy tries to hoist you up into the air with her foreleg. “Fluttershy. You are holding up four hooves.”

Fluttershy, who’s been hovering over you this whole time, takes a look at her flapping wings and falls to her flank in pure, unabashed, bashedness.

#fallen blogs #fluttershy

[hippolotamus]

i wish you all the love you're looking for, darling | 1025 words | Rated T

Buck knows the phrase goes “there’s no use crying over spilled milk”, but nothing has spilled here. Nothing has cracked or broken. These damn eggs shouldn’t be making him feel this way.

He fixes his gaze on the refrigerated case, with its rows of Extra Large and Brown and Cage-Free, and his bottom lip starts to quiver. Again. Once he realizes that today is not the day he’ll be able to successfully choose any, he blinks away the tears threatening to fall, and turns toward the orange juice instead. That feels safe enough.

It’s not even the “farm fresh” white shells that are making him emotional, it’s the Abby of it all. Because that’s what everything comes back to lately, isn’t it? 

When Buck and Abby were still conducting their relationship via phone calls, Bobby had been teaching Buck how to cook for himself, to make a few simple dishes. As things progressed to in-person, Buck asked for some additional hints and techniques when he realized he might finally have someone that would still be there in the morning. Someone who stayed in the room longer than the time required to put their clothes back on and tell him they had a good time and maybe they’d see him around. Bobby had given Buck a warm, adoring smile – the kind he only ever got from Maddie – and said he was really proud of the person Buck was becoming. 

Buck spent hours practicing everything Bobby showed him until he could easily make omelets with just the right amount of seasoning, perfectly crisp (but not burnt) bacon, and waffles that didn’t come from the freezer or a store bought mix. 

He remembers how Abby looked at him the first time he made eggs sunny side up. Buck froze mid-turn, nearly sending the skillet clattering to the floor. For once, it wasn’t just the sight of her leaning against the counter, only wearing one of his t-shirts, her hair down and falling around her shoulders. It was… everything else. Abby was watching him in a way no one had before, with a lopsided grin like she really saw him. She tried to play it off when he asked her about it, but finally admitted she couldn’t help herself. She said it was fitting that he chose sunny side up eggs because he brought her so much joy and seemed to make everything brighter. Buck had set the pan back on the burner in favor of sweeping her up for a soft kiss, twirling her in the middle of the kitchen until they were laughing too much to continue, because he still hadn’t known how to properly accept someone sticking around. 

That was seven months ago. And that was a different Buck. One who could have never imagined watching her leave as the glass doors slid closed. A Buck who couldn’t dream of writing and sending the letter he slipped in the mailbox three days ago. Now he’s a guy in his late twenties pretending not to fall apart in the dairy aisle. 

“Hi, Buck!”

Buck swipes his fingers over his eyes, hoping to make it look more like he’s getting rid of a stray eyelash, and turns toward the voice. Christopher excitedly shuffles toward him, his little arms already open wide for a hug. 

“Hey, buddy,” Buck beams, setting down his basket so he can lift Chris up. “Where’s your dad?” 

“Too busy trying to pick a spaghetti sauce.”

“There you are! Chris, you can’t just-” Eddie stops abruptly, taking in the sight of Buck holding his son. “Oh, hey, Buck. Uh, thanks.”

“No problem, man.” Buck ruffles Christopher’s curls, carefully lowering him to the floor, ensuring his legs are steady. 

Eddie pulls Chris’s crutches from the cart, holding them out for Chris to take. “Last time I let you convince me to hold those for you at the store. You’re way too sneaky and quiet.” 

“That’s the point,” Christopher replies with an exaggerated eyeroll before turning back to Buck. “Do you want to come over for dinner tonight? Abuelita’s busy and Dad can’t cook.”

“Christopher, what did we talk about?” Eddie strikes an unfairly hot dad pose, planting his hands on his hips, biting his lower lip, trying - and failing - to pin his son with a serious look. Buck chooses to focus on the shitty tile floor rather than what it might be like to have that intensity trained on him. 

“Not to tell people how you set off the smoke alarm trying to make scrambled eggs?”

“Well, yeah, that, too.”

Buck doesn’t know what sort of expression is on his face at the moment, but he’s sure it falls somewhere in the ridiculously fond territory. He crouches down next to Christopher. “Tell you what, buddy. If it’s okay with your dad I would love to come over. I can even make you eggs if you want.”

“Please, Dad?” Christopher gives Eddie puppy dog eyes that could, in Buck’s opinion, make a saint commit crimes. 

Eddie looks between Buck and Chris, like he already knows he’s fighting a losing battle, and finally breathes out an exasperated sigh. The effect is lost in the adoring grin that takes over. “Fine. Buck can come over. First, let’s get the shopping done with, yeah?”

Chris leans in, whispering too loudly for it to be concealed, “Maybe you can teach Dad how to make something he won’t burn.”

“I’ll see what I can do. No promises.” Buck says with a wink, holding a hand up for a high five. “See you later?”

“See you later, Buck!” Christopher thrusts his arm forward, hitting Buck’s palm slightly off center. 

Buck watches them walk away until they disappear down the pasta aisle. He confidently returns to the case and quickly chooses two cartons of free range. 

“Did you find everything you were looking for?” the cashier asks him while she begins scanning his purchases.

Eddie and Christopher catch his eye as they exit toward the parking lot, the glass doors closing behind them. “Uh, yeah.” Buck feels the blush creeping up the back of his neck, spreading to his cheeks. “I think I did.”

#buck x eddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #911 fic #had some feelings made it everyone else's problem #hippo writes #💙🦛

[fitzfangirl]

Imagine being jealous of Simmons

Fitz x Reader

Takes place during Season 3 Episode 18 “The Singularity,” but has some canon divergence

The door was ajar so you snuck in his room unannounced. He was sporting a black suit and white shirt, fastening his black tie in the full length mirror. Simple yet dapper. You missed his usual garb. Your favorite was the polka-dotted button-up shirt with matching tie, topped with a cardigan sweater. Lately, he opted for a blazer atop a neutral-colored shirt, much to your chagrin. “Is it hot in here or is it me?”

The saucy comment startled Fitz. He turned around, pleasantly surprised to see you. “Oh, y/n.” He revealed a dampened smile, trying to maintain his focus on his upcoming mission.

Your eyes widened. “Holy sexy glasses, Batman! Wow, Leo, just wow.” You were at a loss for words to express how alluring he looked.

“Oh, you like them?” he inquired, oblivious to the innuendo. “They have a camera so Mack can see everything I see, plus there’s multi-spectral imaging to scan for cybernetic body parts on the guests.”

You shivered at the thought. “Those glasses, they do something for me, babe.” You slowly ran your hands up his shoulders and down his chest. Fitz averted his gaze.

“Y/n, not now. This is serious.”

“I’m sorry. Just do me a favor,” you pleaded.

“What?” he wondered, intrigued.

“Keep them on when you get back. I’ve got plans for you.”

“You know they have a camera, y/n?”

“I’m not complaining,” you winked. “So, tell me again why you have to go all the way to Romania with Simmons?”

“I told you, before, we’re posing as top-level geneticists looking to make a sale.” He motioned toward the silver case containing the cybernetic eye while wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Still, I’m sure someone else—”

“Simmons and I know the science. We know how to get through to Doctor Radcliffe.” You frowned. “What is it?”

You avoided his blue eyes, embarrassed by the words about to leave your mouth. “You never dress up for me.”

He removed your hands from his chest and pulled them to his lips. “You’re the one who never wants to go anywhere nice.”

“Well, maybe I changed my mind.”

He heard the clicking of heels. “We’ll talk about this when I get back.” He kissed your knuckles one last time.

Simmons entered and you scowled, annoyed at the intrusion. She was always stealing Fitz away from you. You looked over and were shocked. “Jemma, you look stunning.”

“I feel a bit weird all dressed up like this,” your modest teammate confessed. “Do I look weird?”

“Not at all,” you assured her. “The jacket and red lipstick are perfect on you. I envy you.”

With that boost of confidence, Jemma approached her partner. “Well, Fitz, shall we?”

You took one last look at your boyfriend before he left arm-in-arm with the last person you’d want him to be alone with. “Fitz-Simmons!”

They let go of each other and spun around. “Yes,” they replied, simultaneously.

“Don’t be too convincing,” you glowered. “Remember, those glasses have a camera.”

…

Fitz-Simmons returned and were debriefed by Coulson. When the Director was through with the pair, you met your boyfriend in his room.

“So, how’d it go? I see you made it back in one piece.”

“Exactly as planned.” Fitz was pleased with his success. “We start working with Doctor Radcliffe tomorrow. Now we’re one step closer to stopping Hive.”

“How’d those glasses work out?

“Well, I designed them, so…”

“Easy with the ego, Turbo,” using Mack’s nickname for the genius engineer. You gave him a hug, but embraced him a bit too long and he felt you fidgeting.

“Y/n, what are you doing?”

“Checking for lipstick,” you admitted, matter-of-factly. You inspected his neck and white collar for stains while sniffing for the slightest hint of perfume.

“Why?”

“I have to be sure nothing happened between you and Simmons.”

“Never even held her hand. Would you prefer to watch the camera footage?”

You let him go. “Hey, I’m allowed to be jealous. Do you ever get jealous?”

“Well, before we were together, I was green with envy when you became close with Hunter. That is, until he convinced me you were just friends. There was that one time you and Daisy dragged Jemma and I to that bar—against our will I might add—and I had to watch you flirt with other men. The way they looked at you—.” He cut himself off, angered by the memory.

“Part of me wanted you to be jealous. That’s why I kept looking over to you all night, to see if you gave a damn.”

“Oh I gave a damn alright. I couldn’t take my eyes off you while you were dancing.” He thought you were super sexy at the bar and couldn’t help but pleasure himself to those images later that night.

“But what about now? Now that we’re together?”

“Well, not really. You’re always showing me how much you care and stroking my ego.”

“That’s not the only thing I love to stroke,” you divulged.

He rolled his eyes at your bawdy comment. “However, I do get jealous of men you find intelligent. When you show them the same attention you showed me when we met. Asking too many questions, looking up to them.”

“You know I love to learn. I can’t help it if they fascinate me. You should know by now that I consider you the most intelligent person I’ve ever encountered. And the sweetest and hottest,” you droned on. “No one comes close to you, Leo.” Your eyes scanned the room. “Now where are those glasses? I want that sexy agent back here to scan my body for cybernetic parts.” He went to grab them, excited about the role-playing that was to come.

“Where are you going?”

“To get my red lipstick. I want to mark my territory.”

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