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❝ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐄 ❞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐬) ⋮ Wanderer/Scaramouch x You

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⋮ 2.3k

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⋮ These feelings may be too human for this puppet

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ⋮ I gotta write more Genshin stuff!

“Are you okay?”

A call out to the name he’s become so familiar to has begun to eat at his heart with your voice sinking their sharp teeth into the flesh he does not have; you tear to him to pieces with your smile and leave him like he tattered doll once finished with him.

A fight breaks out, one that calls the attention to his fears of abandonment and urges him to leave whilst the other yearns for your company and shackles him to the floor with a call of your voice. You’ve come to ask if you two would spend time studying together, he’s visited your home plenty of times and finds himself gnawing at the leash he put there that brings him over to you without any say of his reason.

The fist his hand was balled in as he held his head up, there was something that had almost brought him to tears as you asked him such a question. “Of course I’m okay.” Yet, there was something that gnawed at him as he looked at your face, you had looked at him in ways that showed he was making you feel for him almost like a child.

“It’s just quiet in here…” The young puppet knew if he could not have something to conceal the sounds of his tapping feet, his breathing that became breathy, and the pounding in his chest that had begun to drive him crazy without how it bled into his ears. A hope in his head that you would not acknowledge the way he fidgets with how both your shoulders touched as you sat the shared desk.

Wanderer scolded himself, if he couldn’t even handle your shoulders against his what could’ve made him believe in actually pursuing a relationship with you. Why would you even want a relationship with him? The way he behaves akin to an antsy child must make you feel like a parent. Why would you ever think of him outside of just studying with him?

In spite of those thoughts there’s a desire in his heart, to sew that smile into your lips forever, his eyes swiftly close as he turns his face back to his book whilst you return to yours, “I'm glad, it seemed like something was on your mind back there.” You spoke your concerns, your half-lidded eyes turned to his with a look in your eyes that were felt throughout Wanderer’s body even without looking at you.

“I’ll turn on some music.” You assured as you got up from your seat and made your way over to your music case. There was this feeling to pulling you back to him and hopefully meld his material in your warm skin. You looked through the music, your fingers peeling through and getting some out before finding one song, a large vinyl is placed on your record player.

The music that greets Wanderer is a soft piano, a warm and light guitar, and some orchestral music's picking up in parts to lull to the puppet. You turn back to Wanderer, “I hope you like it, I often listen to this when I’m studying alone.” You explain as you make your way back to your seat, putting your hands in your lap before turning your head to meet with the young man next to you. “Are you ready for us to continue studying?” The way you questioned him, there was a softness in his voice that he had yearned since he was brought into this world.

You’d go out of your way to make a puppet feel more serene?

Out of the kindness of your heart?

The puppet pondered before scoffing at such a thought: Only a fool would believe such bright and fulfilled eyes as ones that were meant to bring joy into this world while he was being tortured by the sight of your benevolence.

A couple of candles burned softly around the two of you, had you always glowed this lovingly under the light? There was something being highlighted in your face that had only made Wanderer more lost in what he was witnessing.

Pleasing? There were features you had that made the puppet believe it was the archon’s punishment to him for having feelings.

Captivated? Of course he was, just the mere presence of you in the same room had left him feeling the warmth he had been longing for since creation.

Bewitched? A spell casted on him, he had only done to himself by allowing himself to gaze upon perfection, candles burning him wouldn’t turn him away from your beauty.

The thought of you set him ablaze with the gaze he was met with once his eyes begrudgingly made their way towards yours. Oh dear. There’s this swelling where his heart would be, he finds his ears are hot with your glazed over eyes as you waited for him to speak.

“Is there something on your mind, Wanderer?” You find your hand slowly coming from your lap to your cheek, flustered by the astonishment in his eyes, your index finger tapped your cheek as you awaited an answer. You could’ve killed him with such a move. There was something with how you always knew where to place your hands that would highlight you, whether it was your face, hands, or your figure. In awe, he’d fallow them to where they landed and paid close attention the area.

“N…No. I’m just...” You found your lips parting a bit, with your brilliance you would be able to say something that he couldn’t think of no matter how many years he had spent in Teyvat. “I’m just lost in how to solve this problem…I’m scared of how I’ll do for this upcoming exam.” Schooling was another debt he’d be paying for the archon, he worked among his fellow peers, yet the only one who he decided to talk to was you. You were a late arrival into the class, thus you both would have to work together to catch up with the rest of your fellow classmates.

“Oh please, you’ll do perfect. You always do.” You had admired him; with the way you spoke of how often you would see his scores and his answers it was no surprise you saw him as one who was always more than a couple steps of ahead of your peers. “I don’t think you actually need to study with someone sometimes, y’know? You’re so smart, you could do an exam as soon as it’s called out.”

To be praised by you was one that could ease his pains when the world turned his back on him. A long day of being delt a hand that left him as an outsider to those who interacted with him, he would yearn to come to your home and lay his head in your lap and be coddled like a child. The mere object he was, he loved so deeply to be deemed as one whose heart was as sensitive as a porcelain antique.

“Please don’t be so humble…” Wanderer spoke, your name taking it’s time in his mouth before he begrudgingly let it go to, “Without your help I wouldn’t have neary gotten this far, it’s almost admirable how much work you put into projects and honestly, you’re a lot smarter than the rest of them.” Wanderer effused, although his tone was hidden by his nonchalant one, you imagined him babbling happily about you and couldn’t help but find your face flushed.

“You really think so?” Without missing a beat he swooned, “I know so.”

There was something about those words that caused your heart to pound incessantly against your rib cage, desperately trying to escape the confines to profess its feelings towards the one the pounded alongside it inside of Wanderer’s chest.

Endearing was what you call such a moment, as he held his gaze with yours with a flush on his face that called attention against his pale skin, he had found himself so utterly flustered by the situation and all that has left him that he looks to you with large eyes and quivering lips as he found his eyes struggling to stay on your doe like ones.

The way they pierced him, he found himself bounded to chair beneath him with his knees buckling and his fingers digging into the cushion as his neck began to ache from turning to stare at you for so long.

The music had pulled on his ears, a pinkness beginning as he finds this moment becoming more and more confined by all that surrounded him. Whether it was the candles that brought a new light to your features, or the music so low, or even the way he found your arms so close to his that made both your hearts skip a beat.

Breath hitching as you both found yourself opening your mouth to get much needed oxygen, so entranced by this moment to forget breathing in your nose. Wanderer found himself matching your breathing pattern, he had no need to breath in all his years of living and yet the moment he’s alone with ou he feels his throat closing up with the closeness of one another.

The room was spinning, the sound of music was cradling the two of you in this moment as it conducted the thoughts that came through both your minds whilst staring into each other's eyes. It felt as if there was something coming, a warmness that the Wanderer hadn’t known the name of as his eyes darted to your parted lips as he followed your breathing.

You had found yourself looking down at his lips as well, soon finding yourself lost in the moment alongside him, you leaned in with a string brining you over to the puppet as he hadn’t taken the time your lips getting closer to his as all he could do was try to breath alongside you.

To feel what you felt in that moment was to align himself with you perfectly.

As you brought them closer all Wanderer could do was began to keep the cushion in grasps, almost tearing it apart like a kitten, he found his lips quivering as he felt your breath against them causing him to feel an overwhelming number of emotions. The way they had begun to swirl throughout his body and pull his body one towards the other had caused his mind to spiral.

“...erer!”

The puppet’s eyes closed, he finds the back of his head and neck ache with the harshness of your wooden flooring clashing against him, there was something that had caused his face to become engulfed into a redness as he finds himself slowly bringing himself up with his left arm supporting his leaning and his right being brought up to his face before being met with you knelt beside him.

“Wanderer! Are you okay?”

Your tone filled with worry as you looked to him with fret filling your eyes, Wanderer finds himself a bit embarrassed by all that his happened, a bit being an understatement as he finds himself looking the other way to avoid your eyes. “Of course, I am.” The puppet slowly stood, “Be careful, you took a hard fall.” You insisted whilst you reached for his hat, getting up alongside him as you handed it towards him.

“Do you need an icepack? Is your head okay?” You questioned him with care in your tone, worriedness as if you had struck him when he inflicted this on himself, he couldn’t handle such a tone. You were so considerate as you kept apologizing before pushing his hat to him and going to get some ice for him.

Wanderer wondered if you’d still feel this way if you found out he was a puppet.

You came back with a clear bag of ice and handed it off to him as your eyes filled with fear of it all. “I think I should be heading off now.” The words that shot from his mouth he wanted to take back, as he found your heart shattering in your eyes. The look on your face, no matter how hard you tried to hide it, had called for execution and torture beyond inhuman.

It was what he believed he deserved for lying to you about wanting to leave.

“I think that’s our time, Wanderer.” The way you spoke with an ease when departing had lacerated all his yearns for profession to you, like a God, he’d fall to his knees and hold your legs begging for more time with you. The wanderer finds the time with you short, while he would say a couple more minutes, his mind would loop with the pleadings of years to be spent alongside you.

However, today he would collect his things, “It seems so.” The detached tone that shielded all the ache of leaving you for the night. Something beat against you in your chest as you so desperately wanted him to stay alongside you. Yet, you bid him farewell, thanking him and apologizing about “Having the wrong idea.”

Wanderer shook his head, “There is no need for you to apologize.” The puppet was glad for the darkness out, you could not witness the blush of his embarrassment from not being able to handle a simple kiss from you. “I apologize if I gave you the wrong idea of what I wanted from you.” You shake your head, “You did nothing wrong, Wanderer.”

You both stand there, the warmness of your heart aches to bring him back in and Wanderer yearns to be in the light you had blessed him with. You both stand there however, looking at one another for a moment only for you to speak, “Safe travels.” You tried to hide the want whilst Wanderer tried to hide his desire, “Thank you. You as well.”

You close your door and Wanderer finds himself walking away, once a safe enough distance from your home he begins to curse himself. “You imbecile! You couldn’t handle someone kissing you!? Embarrassing yourself like a child wetting themselves!” There are more curses that come from him, until he arrives at his quarters and launches himself into his bed. Letting out a loud groan there is only one more thing left for him to call out.

“You as well !?”

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ghxstmxchine · 3 months

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As much as i love seeing hobie x opposite reader can i get hobie x punk!m!reader? They make each other patches and listen to punk music while making out

ʜᴏʙɪᴇ x ᴘᴜɴᴋ ᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

☆ ᴀ/ɴ: me actually writing something?? shocking! I have a bit of free time on my hands so I wanted to do a bit of writing, hopefully get more requests that inspire me

☆ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ: SFW // Hobie x m!reader // w.c: 0.5k

“What are you, my mom?” You tease, a snarky smile on your face as Hobie pulls you aside before you both leave. You were both heading to a dive bar show, already pushing the time with how long it took you both to leave, now Hobie is putting it off longer.

You didn’t mind, not when he’s boxing you in against the wall, his hands grasping at you like he needs something.

“Nah but you can call me somethin’ else.” Hobie says, a sarcastic tinge to his voice, watching you frown as his hands stop moving higher, only catching on your vest you threw on before you both got ready to head out. You wanted his hands elsewhere, he knew that.

“Ya gotta learn to sew better.” Hobie murmurs lowly, a smile playing on his lips as he plucks a patch off your vest that had already been falling off. You try to grab it back and he switches it between his hands too fast, making you roll your eyes at his constant antics. “C’mon, gonna lose it if ya keep messin’ ‘em up.”

He dangles it in front of your face, it was one of your favorites. Hobie had hand sewed it for you, switched it with a one you’d made straight off your vest as “payment”. In truth, you almost were thankful he noticed it slipping, you’d honestly rather lose your whole damn vest than that one patch.

“Now how are they gonna know yer mine if ya keep losin’ everythin’ I give ya?” You can feel his warm breath on your neck, making goosebumps ripple across your skin. He’s playing with you, you were used to it, and endless dance you both found yourselves in as you pushed and pulled between your words.

“God, can’t imagine how else people would know.” You roll your eyes, attempting to snatch the patch out of his hands but he holds it above your head, resting his hand on the wall behind you. Hobie’s heavy boots nudge against yours, moving closer as if he was trying to get a point across with just his body.

“I can imagine a couple of ways.” You barely catch the smirk on his face before his lips are crashing against yours, plump lips pressed together as he conveys his words without even opening his mouth.

Hobie kissed like the music you both loved. Fast, hard and with a purpose. He cups your face, pulling you in closer as he attacks your lips, alternating between the softness of his plush lips kneading against yours and sharp nips to your own. It’s erratic and desperate, like when you see that one look in his eyes while in the pit and know your back is going to be pressed up against a stall door, feeding off each other’s adrenaline while he’s practically eating you alive.

He was playing you like a goddamn guitar.

Hobie pulls away, lips kiss swollen and sweet as that same smile finds its way onto his face. You chase after his mouth but he steps back before you can get anything more, slipping the patch into his pocket. “C’mon, get some floss fer the patch, gotta fix it ‘fore we miss the show.”

Raising an eyebrow, you don’t move from the spot. “Like you have any plans on going there anymore.” You retort quickly.

You can read him like the back of your hand, there’s no way you both weren’t missing the show tonight. Too bad they don’t offer refunds.

#atsv x reader #across the spiderverse #atsv #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #spiderpunk #spiderpunk x reader #hobie brown x male reader #male reader

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 5 months

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hey! hc questions for Astarion & ace! Tav (sorry if some of those have already been answered):

- Who picks flowers for the other?

- Who has a hobby only the other knows about?

- How do they hype each other up?

- How do they express their feelings?

- Who's more protective?

- Who gets jealous easier?

thank you for your work! I always get excited when I see you have posted something new about this ship ^^

Who picks flowers for the other?

Tav does it for Astarion. I know there is some dialogue about him not liking flowers, but it’s different when they’re a gift from his love.

Tav never buy them. They just collect a small bundle as their walking. They then arrange them in a vase or spare cup, accompanied by a story; some local legend or tale about the flowers or just something they make up on the spot, Astarion can never be sure. Still he listens attentively as the story is just as much part of the gift as the flowers themselves.

Who has a hobby only the other knows about?

Tav knows about Astarion’s many tries at different hobbies.

Post game Astarion finally has the time to figure out what exactly he likes to do. Yes, there’s reading, but he figures out he genuinely enjoys embroidering and sewing. Making something with his own two hands and having something tangible at the end is extremely satisfying. Plus, it helps him clear his mind of anything besides the task in front of him. He’s since expanded this to jewelry making and knitting. Although he’ll die before he admits the knitting part.

How do they hype each other up?

Compliments. Compliments all around.

Astarion specifically goes on and on about Tav’s immense musical talent. Tav is already fairly secure in their abilities, but having somebody in the audience they know truly loves their work is heartening.

As for Tav, they know Astarion has his vanity and is willing to indulge him, complimenting him on his looks and choice of clothing. And if they throw an “I love you” at the end of it, he won’t say no.

How do they express their feelings?

I’m going to just assume you mean their feelings toward each other since if I went through all the emotions we’d be here all day.

Tav is actually a very physically affectionate person who has been denied it for years. Once they get permission to show their love that way, they don’t stop. Hugs for certain, leaning against him, hand kisses, cuddling, they’re all in. Quality time is next on the list. They don’t care what they’re doing so long as they’re doing it together.

Astarion is more verbal in his affections. He’ll just tell Tav how beautiful, talented, and amazing he finds them. He teases and tries to make them laugh. He can be quite the poet when he puts his mind to it. I’ll also add physical affection to the list. It takes him time, but once he understands he’s safe, he doesn’t want to loses the feeling of having them close.

Who’s more protective?

Astarion.

Not to say Tav isn’t, because they are, but it’s less visceral than Astarion. He spent so much of his life afraid that even when he does get together with Tav, it doesn’t lessen his fear. If anything his more afraid because he has somebody to lose for the first time in centuries. He considers ascending not just to keep himself safe, but to ensure he can protect Tav, forever. He’s never felt this way before about anyone. There’s no telling what he’d be willing to do for them.

Who gets jealous easier?

Hard to say. They both have their moments. I’d say Astarion is more vocal while Tav let’s it build up over time.

If somebody is flirting with Tav at a tavern, he’s by their side the next second with an arm around their waist and a smile that’s all fangs. He can also get real petty if he feels like they’re giving other people too much attention over him.

If somebody flirts with Astarion, Tav doesn’t say anything because they don’t want Astarion thinking he’s trying to control him or “too much”. But it hurts and if it happens too many times they’ll crack and ask if Astarion is getting bored of them. It would’ve be the first time. It’d take a lot for Tav to admit they’re jealous, but once they do, Astarion would have a field day.

They’re both working on getting better about it. It’s not a pretty thing.

#astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x ace!tav #astarion x reader #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #asexual!tav #bard!tav #asexual!reader #astarion ancunin #astarion x evie

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polyamorouspunk · 7 months

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I DIYed A Band Shirt For Cheaper That Looks Better And You Can Too

So at the last concert I went to I saw a shirt I was considering getting but it was $40 and I had just dropped $40 on the actual tour shirt, so I skipped it, but of course after seeing the band live I started listening to their music again and I ended up really connecting with that one line on that stupid shirt and I wish I had gotten it. Also while I was there, I saw other merch shirts they were selling for $40 that made me go “wow they’re charging $40 for that? I could make that” so upon reflecting on that I was like I’m right I can just make my own band merch so why not.

I started by getting this whacky t-shirt from Walmart for like $20 or $25 and then the black shirt under it for like $2.

I turned both inside out and put the whacky shirt on top of the black shirt and started sewing.

This method actually worked terribly but I didn’t want to drag out the sewing machine because it’s a real hassle and also this was supposed to be hand-made to the max.

Anyway, I started sewing some parts together, half the sleeves, half the collar, and then eventually half the bottom.

From there I started going ham with the scissors on the top layer. I went a little too ham and the holes at the bottom started to drape over the bottom layer because even though both were Men’s 2XL I hardly fit in the bottom shirt while I’m swimming in the black shirt.

You can see where the holes in the shirt dip below the undershirt, which is why I sewed it.

Then I threw some fabric paint on the back and now I’m calling it a day. Here’s the side-by-side comparison of the shirt I saw vs the shirt I made.

I think the tour shirt was a bit different but honestly who knows I could be tripping someone who was also there might be able to confirm or deny my allegations.

Anyway, what’s cool about my shirt is that it’s super 3D with the fabric being ripped. NGL, the one tit that’s poppin’ is kinda chilly, and it’s a little tight in some spots and super baggy in others, but like isn’t that the point? Anyway, I’ll be reblogging a photo of my wearing it to this post after.

#diy or die #make your own band merch #punk culture #punk

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merakiui · 2 months

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not the same anon but i would actually love to know more about you :) like what your hobbies outside of writing are, what type of music you listen to, if you're a gamer since you play twst and genshin, etc

AAAA thank you so much!!! (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) I'm honored you want to know more. 💖

I have lots of hobbies outside of writing, but I'm most passionate about fashion/makeup, thrifting, reading, exercise, gardening, photography, researching and learning new things, watching anime, collecting keychains and strange plushies!!!! Sometimes I draw. I'd like to get back into sewing and crocheting!! It's been some time, but I used to make pillows and blankets for my plushies when I was younger.

As for music,,,,,, it's a lot of genres. I like to listen to all kinds of music because the variety is exciting and you can never get tired of it when there are so many styles! My latest song obsession has been the extended version of Dance With Me by Sir, Please. It's become my unofficial "wake up in the morning with a dance while I brew tea" song. It's just,,,,, SO GOOD. OTL I want to write a fic based on it with either Cater or Floyd because it reminds me of them hehe.

I'm not Idia-level gamer,,,,, ;;;; I truly wish I was, but I can't afford a fancy gaming set-up. >_< I have my tablet for mobile games and a nintendo switch for other games. I hope to buy Cupid Parasite at some point and play it once I finish my semester. :D

#chit chat #about meraki

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fishsticksloser · 1 year

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Hello, Can i request rottmnt platonic hc of mom reader (she's co-parenting with splinter and they're relationship is platonic) and enjoys spending time with her teenager turtle kids?

Like she likes to talk about science stuff with Donnie, she praises leo and boost his confident, she sewing for raph teddy bears and cook with mikey.

But i guess her only down part is whenever she gets kidnap by anybody she immediately pull out her album and show her kids's pictures to other villains, mostly big mama, that's why the kids try to save her faster before their secrets are exposed 😂😂

Mom!Reader

RotTMNT + fem!reader

Warnings: platonic fluff, movie stuff mentioned, vague mentions of nightmares and injuries

A/N: Could you imagine if they had a mom? Donnie and Mikey are 100% a mama's boys and you can't tell me different. Each parent gets a twin (me and my twin are much the same)

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Donnie

Nicknames: DeeDee, Donato (the real name of the artist), Galileo, Aristotle, Archimedes, and much more.

You once called him Grimace when he was upset and he never forgave you

You are the only one allowed to hang out around Donnie's lab

You are the only one who listened to his info dumps

If the others actually listened, they might find it interesting

You might not understand all of what he's talking about, but seeing your son so passionate makes you so happy

You are the one he goes to when he has a nightmare

Donnie enjoys you singing him to sleep, its peaceful

It reminds him of when things weren't off the rails

He installed multiple trackers on you because last time you were kidnapped you showed Hypno pictures of the Turtle Tots

It made Hypno a little nicer, but there were some embarrassing memories

He once threatened to destroy your camera because of you showing the album to anyone near

Leo

Nicknames: Len, Lenny, Blue Belle, Cookie Monster, Ace, etc.

You are his biggest supporter

He goes to you when he needs help, when he's not feeling his best

When he was younger, he often bunked with you and Donnie

He just didn't like being away from his twin

He didn't come to you often when he was little

In fact, he doesn't go to you very often as a teen

Opting for Splinter

But you can't be everyone's favorite, you knew that Leo needs Splinter like Donnie needs you.

Leo isn't embarrassed by the pictures in the album, in fact he looks at it quite often

Mikey

Nicknames: Lino, Angi, Michi, Goldie, Firecracker, Giorgione, Caravaggio, etc.

Cooking with Mikey was always a blast

He was energetic, but serious

Music would be playing while you 2 worked

You could also be found painting with Mikey

Whether it was on the walls of the skate rink or if it was on canvases in his room

Mikey always comes to you for advice

Splinter and his brothers have a tendency to underestimate and protect him, but he knows you won't

You were the person he ran to about his hands after he saved Leo

He cried, but you showed him how strong he was

How even with shaky hands, art can still be made

Why would he be embarrassed by the album? He helped make it

Raph

Nicknames: Rafa, Alfie, Ray, R.J., Bubs, Cuddles, etc.

You and Raph grew apart as he got older, but you still make him sweaters and outfits for his bears

He loves you, he just feels like being 17, he needs to stop relying on you and Splints

When he was younger, he would watch you make him teddy bears

You'd let him name them, write their names down on a heart shaped piece of fabric and place it inside (like Build-A-Bear)

He still had those bears

Although he didn't sleep with them in fear of destroying them,

They sit nicely on the shelf across from his bed

So they watch over him

Absolutely goes nuts when you get kidnapped, knowing you're probably showing whoever it is baby photos of him

He was a cute kid, but not everyone needs to see that!

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riality-check · 8 months

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Surprise! More cult stuff! Part 1 here.

All his life, Eddie has worshiped one god: the lesser of two evils.

There are no good choices. There never have been. Every benefit has a cost, every pro has a con, and every win has a loss. There are no good choices, but there are better choices; ones with a better low to high ratio, ones that make pleasure worth pain.

Eddie makes better choices. He wouldn’t be alive if he didn’t.

He shakes his head. The movement helps to get all the nasty thoughts out of it, the thoughts he isn’t supposed to think about until One asks him to at the next meeting.

Henry, he reminds himself. He said I could call him Henry.

He said more than that, actually. He told Eddie that he has “more than earned the right after so many years of helping the community become a more peaceful place.”

Eddie has only been here since he was thirteen. Half his life has been spent inside Honey Haven, though it feels like all of it has.

In the best possible way, of course.

Sure, there are rules. Lots of them. If Eddie thinks about them too hard, a part of him, deep in his chest, wants to break out. To rebel. To run as fast as his legs will carry him.

Every time, he clips that little bird’s wings, shoves it back in its cage made of rib bones, and sews his skin up tight.

The rules are his god. They’re the lesser of two evils. Because even though they chafe, even though they bind, even though he questions them privately, the rules are safe. Honey Haven is safe. It is kind and beautiful, while the world is cruel and beautiful.

Eddie knows that firsthand.

He shakes his head again. No use in thinking like this when he has no one to share it with. He’d tell the bees, as he tends to them, but they aren’t much for listening.

He removes the frames, one by one, from Guinevere’s hive and stacks them in the box. Once it’s full, he’ll move it to the honey house and place them in the extractor. From there, it’s filtering and refining and the same peaceful, mundane tasks he has to perform every time the harvest rolls around.

It’s nice. It leaves time and space for daydreaming that the bees don’t allow, with their motion and their drone.

As Eddie turns to put the last frame in the box, he comes face to face with two people from town.

He very resolutely does not jump. He just blinks at them. Once, twice, again. Sets the frame down. Closes the hive. Takes off his helmet. And waits for them to talk.

It’s jarring, seeing people from town. Eddie is no stranger to the outside. He’s gone into town for books and music. He leaves to see Wayne a few times a year.

But it’s still strange. These people wear clothes that seem to swallow them, seem to draw attention away from their faces in favor of patterns and layers. They stand at the fence - only waist high, a reminder instead of a barrier - awkwardly, shuffling.

And they always have this look on their face. It’s so sad. They look lost and scared and unsure.

Eddie has never felt like that while he’s been here. He doesn’t want anyone to feel like that, ever. Not like he used to.

He would invite them in, but One - Henry - isn’t here, and he doesn’t want to break a rule.

There’s no rule against speaking, though.

He sets his helmet down next to the box and walks over to the fence. He reminds himself to be wary, to guard his heart, to remember that he is at peace and they could be too, if only they crossed the fence.

But they can’t. Not yet.

“Can I help you?” he asks with a friendly smile.

Always friendly, always kind, always beautiful.

“We heard about the bees while we were in town,” the woman says. “And they told us we could visit the hives, as long as we don’t disturb you.”

Eddie looks her up and down. She brushes her light brown hair away from her eyes and shifts her weight from one sneaker to another as she does so.

“Why the interest?” he asks. “The townspeople don’t like the bees much. They say they’re a nuisance. I doubt they advertised them to a couple of people just passing through.”

“They didn’t,” the man says. “We overheard and asked about them. They said we had to walk because you don’t allow cars here.”

“We don’t,” Eddie agrees. “They aren’t good for the bees. But you didn’t answer my question. Why the interest?”

The woman’s eyes widen, like he caught her breaking a rule. That’s ridiculous, though. The world has no rules, which is why it is cruel and beautiful.

The man has no such reaction. He looks Eddie up and down with dark eyes, runs a hand through brown hair, and says, “I like to bake, but none of my honey desserts have come out right. I wanted to see if this honey would work.”

The man is a liar. Eddie knows this. He is of the world, and the world is a cruel place filled with liars and cheaters and abusers of all sorts. But the world is also beautiful.

This liar is beautiful, with constellations on his skin and his smooth voice and dazzling smile.

Eddie has always liked beautiful things.

“Come back tomorrow,” he says, though he shouldn’t. It’s not breaking a rule, but it feels wrong anyway. “I’ll be done processing this batch.”

“You don’t have anything we can buy now?” the woman asks.

“It’s better if I make it,” Eddie says smugly.

The man looks at him and smiles that smile again. “I believe you.”

And even though they certainly aren’t, Eddie hopes his words are true.

“See you tomorrow,” he says, leaving room for them to say their names.

“Robin,” the woman says.

“Steve,” from the man.

He offers them the same courtesy. “Eddie.”

Something shifts on the woman’s face. “Eddie-”

“-we’ll see you tomorrow,” the man interrupts.

And with that, they start walking back down the road.

Eddie watches them go, momentarily forgetting the hives and the honey. And he wonders if he made a mistake, somehow.

No. It’s alright. He didn’t break a rule, any of the numerous rules, so there is nothing for him to worry about.

While that would usually calm him down quickly, it takes longer this time.

He shakes his head again, picks up the box, and heads toward the honey house.

Part 3 (background lore)

#ria writes #steddie #stobin #platonic with a capital p #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #st #st ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #this is cult shit babes #tw cult #have fun as always

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darubyprincx · 2 years

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"Cleo," said Joe, knocking on her door. (It was 4 in the morning.)

"Fuck off," called Cleo from her bed indoors, which was her usual friendly greeting whenever she didn't want to answer the door.

"I have a gift," said Joe, who was well used to this so-called greeting, having experienced it several times before. "Open up."

"It can wait," she yelled, voice cracking and hoarse. God. Why couldn't Joe just come at some better time, like in three hours when the sun was actually up?

"It can't," he said. "I'm going to open up a picket line outside your fence and play loud music until you open up."

Cleo sighed and hopped out of bed, hobbling to the door. (Her leg had come dangerously loose again. She's have to stitch that up later. Her hand was about to fall off of her wrist, too, which was another thing- hot glue worked for that, she supposed.)

"What," she demanded, opening the door to give her friend a whole tired angry tirade about correct calling times and stopped short.

"I said it couldn't wait," said Joe with a grin, holding up a cane. "We made this for you."

"We?"

"Hello," said Jevin from his spot behind Joe, waving. "X and Hypno are also here. Wels threatened to stab us all if we came in to visit."

"And you listened to him, and not me," said Cleo, deadpan. "Listen, this is a nice gift, but-"

"This is Hermits Helping Hermits," said Joe. "And we were all talking and we decided that maybe you could use a bit of help getting along sometimes, like everyone does!"

"I don't," said Cleo icily. She could feel her hackles raising already. This morning just kept getting worse, and the sun hadn't even rose yet. How dare they assume that she couldn't manage just as well as the rest of them? She made it a point of pride to keep up with the rest of the Hermits without any outside help. A cane, of all things? What did they think she was, an old lady?

"Cleo, listen," said Xisuma, expression unreadable behind that frosted visor of his. "I know exactly what you're thinking, but we're not giving this to you because we think of you as less. This is a gift, to help you get along better."

"Yeah," added Hypno. "You know Etho's knee took a major update pretty badly a while back, and now he's pretty much allergic to all of them and out of commission."

"Well, of course, but that's a big thing," says Cleo. "He's bedridden for days at a time. If anybody needs this cane, it's Etho. Not me."

"And you're not, when your leg falls off in the middle of a walk and you don't have your sewing kit on hand?" asked Joe. "When you call me at two in the morning because your hand fell off and you need to superglue it back on to your wrist?"

"I'm about to freeze into jelly," said Jevin. "Can we please come in?"

Cleo was speechless, but she nodded roughly and stepped backwards to let everyone in. Joe flicked on the lights in the living room, toting the cane.

"And for the record, none of us are happy about waking up at this hour either," said Xisuma, not unkindly. "Joe was up all night carving this. He wanted to get it delivered as soon as possible."

"You're all idiots," announced Cleo, her words back. "The lot of you."

"Good to hear your opinion of us hasn't changed," said Joe cheerfully from the kitchen. "I'd be worried if your first reaction to all of this wasn't to declare that you'd had intercourse with all of our parents."

"Well, that too," said Cleo, holding her bad leg up by one hand and going to sit next to Jevin on the couch, which was leather for this exact reason. It was expensive, but so much better than having to wipe blood and slime off of suede, God forbid.

"So, how long did you spend on this?" she asked, picking up the cane propped up against the couch, grudgingly impressed. For something supposedly hand-carved, it was smooth and supple, steady enough to hit someone on the head with and handle the weight of someone leaning on it.

"Can I test it?" she asked.

"Go ahead," said Joe from the kitchen, not turning around. Cleo nodded once and, quick as a whip, whacked the top of Xisuma's helmet with the cane as hard as she could. The cane did not so much as crack, although there was a dent in it as well as the helmet.

"Hey," said Xisuma. "What was that for?"

"Joe said I could test it," said Cleo with an innocent-ish grin.

"I did," said Joe. He walked into the living room, munching on a granola bar. "Now, let's see here. The cane is supposed to rest at your wrist when you're standing up-" he helped her stand up, checked the height, nodded, "-so that you can use it for support and balance without messing up your shoulder. When you're walking, lead with your bad leg. This means-" he took the cane from her right hand and put it into her left, the same side as her dangerously wobbling leg "-you use the cane instead of that leg to propel yourself forwards. Try it."

"How do you know this much about this?" asked Cleo, trying it out. It was awkward, and the cane wobbled dangerously under her shaky wrist, but indeed, she could get around much better than if she had normally.

Joe shrugged. "I did a lot of research. Now, to honor your wishes, I'll be back this time tomorrow to teach you how to use this better. Come on, everyone." He went towards the door, the rest of the HHH crew following.

"Wait," she yelled after them. "What do you mean, this time tomorrow? Joe Hills, if you so much as set a single beard hair inside of this house tomorrow, I swear to God-"

The door clicked shut. Cleo sighed, went to turn the lights off, and hobbled back to bed, putting the cane in the floor and drew the covers back over themself with a sigh.

"Idiots," she muttered. "Absolute fucking idiots. All of them." But she couldn't stop themself from smiling, just a bit.

#mcyt #hermitcraft #zombiecleo #hermitblr #writing #hey guys here's your disabled cleo crumbs for the day while we work on several other multichapters #have fun :]#des' tag #keys' writing

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aew-kun-age-regression · 19 days

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Caregiver!Alastor Headcannons 📻

A/N ~ Maybe I got a bit carried away and wrote more than normal 🤭. In my defense, I am sleepy, kinda regressed and really quite like his character sooo 🤷🏻

Understanding regression wasn't something that he immediately understood however he was willing to make the effort to learn.

^ Started off as a case as he wanted something to do for entertainment, therefore he came to the conclusion what would be more entertaining than filling a Caregiver role. He didn't have any bad or negative intentions but wasn't really focused on much other than the entertainment originally. Shortly after looking after a regressor for a while he realises that he actually enjoys the role more than he thought he would.

Although he doesn't really like physical contact for the sake of a regressor I feel like he'd be okay with it.

^ He is capable of lifting Regressors. (he is very strong 😌)

Charlie was literally the only one that trusted him with you, like at all.. Husk was the most cautious, always keeping an eye on you when he could.. Everyone is incredibly shocked as they all realise that Alastor does actually care.

"My Dear", "My Darling" & "Sweetheart" are his go to nicknames.

He is an amazing cook (Something he learnt from his mother) and I definitely see him genuinely enjoying cooking with a Regressor, it's a fun bonding activity!!!

Another thing he is amazing at that he learnt from his mum is sewing. Did your Plushie or clothes get a bit ripped? That's okay because Alastor can fix it and you won't even be able to see that there was ever an issue in the first place-!!!

No TV. He hates it.

^ He loves sitting with you and listening to music on the radio. So so calming.

^ Also dancing to the music together in his radio tower.

Another activity he loves is reading. Doesn't matter if it's you reading a story to him, or him reading to you. He loves it all the same.

Tea Parties with him and Rosie >>>

He has a very calming voice and will quietly sing/hum to help a Regressor sleep.

The absolute best at coordinating outfits (him, you and your stuffies of course!!!)

SO protective. Like, if he's not with you one of his shadow are.

His go to babysitters are Rosie and Husk. Rosie's his best friend (they are platonically married your honour) and he knows that although Husk doesn't like him between Husk never even thinking of hurting a regressor and the deal between the two of them he knows you'd be safe.

He has brought you to an overlords meeting before. Everyone (apart from Rosie obviously) was beyond baffled as this is not the Alastor they know. (You spent your time with Carmilla's daughters whilst the overlords all spoke 👍🏻)

He would occasionally let you nap on his lap in his radio tower as he broadcasts.

I feel like he's the type of Caregiver to store all artwork you do in a binder to keep it safe. (He will literally never admit this information.)

For Regressors with longer hair, he absolutely would be good at styling hair.

He can and will spoil you. He has powers which means he can literally summon objects, there is no way he isn't spoiling his little one with that ability.

I truly do not believe he'd be able to decipher baby talk. Will just stare at you like "👁️👄👁️"

#agere blog #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #sfw little post #little space #agere little #aewlittlerambles #sfw little community #aewlittleheadcannons #hazbin hotel agere #caregiver!alastor

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rimeiii · 10 months

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Random demon HCs (SFW)

Eyo, it's your girl, the one WHB poster who's interested in this game for all the wrong reasons with something non-gameplay related for once! Part of what definitely interests me is the demons in general and how they'll play off with each other + the MC. Doesn't even have to be related to the sexy stuff - some of these demons I feel have the potential to have interesting and complex dynamics with each other, particularly the Avisos demons!

So, um. Yeah. Enjoy my brainrot-

(Also I will be particularly biased towards the demons who've caught my eye. Refer to tier list below. So, um. Yeah. Sorry about that orz)

I feel like out of all the demons in Hell, Belial would be the one most attuned to music. He'd be the one to replay songs again and again, probably wearing noise-cancelling headphones so that he'll truly be immersed in the music. He probably used to love singing as a child, so when his voice was taken away, he was completely and utterly devastated. To compensate, he'd take up an instrument (like an acoustic guitar) or learn how to compose, so that at least he can express his love for music and performance...

Gusion desperately wants to cut down on work, but it's hard. He spends countless days and nights just going around solving problems - and there's an abundance of them in Hell. Honestly, he thought of creating systems to help streamline his work and problem-solving shenanigans, but holy shit everyone just loves wrecking those too, huh. After calculating and approximating the time and effort required to perform his duties, merely solving issues as they crop up is the more effective and less tiring solution to everything. Which is saying something, when that in itself is already tiring as fuck.

Leviathan is a gentleman, through and through. Cool, calm, and collected on the outside, he practically perfected the art of hiding away his negative emotions behind a charming smile and a no-nonsense attitude on the battlefield. The only people able to pry away his emotions from beneath the mask are his fellow kings, the demons of Hades, and eventually MC. And even then, he'll only be able to show his most vulnerable sides to his nobles and, again, MC (eventually). It's hard to win his trust and openness, what with his jealousy often getting in the way of him forming healthy relationships with others.

Beelzebub is actually a pretty bad cook. Like, Mystery Food X levels of bad - at least, starting out. Now, though? Well, the people who said they enjoyed his cooking have somehow deluded themselves to think it's good before the side effects kick in. Does it have hallucinogenic properties? Is it a side effect of Beelzebub's tendency to have weird things happen around him? Or perhaps he really did improve on his cooking? Who knows...who knows.

Naberius and Gusion are the perfect drinking buddies. They'd get together at a random pub somewhere in Hell when they have the time, and they'll spend their time getting buzzed while unloading everything weighing them down at the moment. Honestly, this started as an effort to help Naberius - letting out his emotions bit by bit to ensure everyone's safety is much more preferable than letting his anger and annoyance explode to an extent he becomes a Kerberos. Sometimes, they'll be joined by Bael, although rarely as he is standing in for Beelzebub. More often, Satan shows up and chats with them, as amiable as always - and they end up being his main listening ears if he needs to vent. Satan's secrets are always safe with them, and for that, he is forever thankful.

Leraye and Paimon often make things together! The former has a knack for sewing, while the latter has a lot of ideas for clothes and stuffed toys! Working together, they'd be able to create a large variety of trendy clothing and cute plush toys.

I know a lot of people HC this but yes, Marbas would be a gentle giant. While he's aroused by being restrained, I'd like to think the reason why he's always restrained is because something bad happened while he was doing something while not being restrained. Perhaps he accidentally killed someone with his sheer strength, during a more "daily life" scenario. While his strength is his pride, his ability to heal is a larger source of pride for him - which is why he agrees with the notion that putting restraints on him is for the best.

Sitri is a tea connoisseur! He likes tea, knows which tea leaves are the best, how to make specific blends of tea, how long each tea needs to steep in order to bring out a specific sort of flavor...and among the demons in Hell, there are few who can appreciate the finer details in tea brewing like him. Some of these demons include Barbatos (surprisingly enough), Foras, Bael, Bathin, and Paimon. They regularly get together to sample his teas!

Whenever Bathin wants someone to accompany him in his travels, Amon often takes him up on his offer. They'll wander around without any prior destination, dealing with problems that crop up during their travels along the way. They both live in the moment while traveling, letting the winds dictate where they'll head to next. Amon deals with most of the logistics of travel while Bathin would focus more on finding and learning about the points of interest wherever they end up. An MC who enjoys traveling would love being travel buddies with them!

Mammon's way of showing his affection is gift-giving. Though his gifts might come across as overboard sometimes. Because what do you mean he already sent over some more jewels your way? Nobody needs that many jewels, sir! Either way, Tartaros is a prospering land purely because of the many treasures Mammon gives away to his people. Whether or not these overflowing treasures gets sent off to other areas is a different story entirely.

Andrealphus would be the most sympathetic towards MC, I feel. He knows how it feels to lose someone you care about deeply, to have your life ripped away from you in an instant. He had already been in that position a long time ago, and it would greatly please him if MC would let him support them any way he can - up to and including sticking by their side to protect them.

Out of all the demons in Paradise Lost, I feel like Morax would be the one most versed in the logistics involving healing and first aid. Which is understandable - his method of healing involves transferring his patient's wounds onto him in the form of pain. As a result, he'll have to be able to gauge just how far into the healing process he should perform with his abilities - especially on the battlefield. He'd have his nose buried in books during his free time just so he can increase his healing efficacy.

#what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad #whb #whb headcanons #rimei writes

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goldnhourwrites · 4 months

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Combined Headcanons (just for fun!)

continuation of my Heartsteel College AU headcanons post!! feel free to use this for shipping purposes or whatever, I tried to put them in some kind of order by person!

Sett and Yone had to take a physiology class together once and Sett brought a bunch of homemade cookies at the end of the term. Ever since Sett learned Yone was a permanently exhausted pre-med student he has made an effort to bring food to office hours/study groups to share with him

K'Sante and Yone took an 8AM lecture together once and bonded because they were the only two people who were ever both on time and fully awake for it

Ezreal shows Yone the coolest places to take walks on campus when Yone needs a break from work, like cool public artwork and parks he’s found nearby

Yone enjoys reading the poetry Aphelios publishes under his pseudonym, even though Aphelios doesn’t know it

Yone longs to be more involved in the music side of campus and Aphelios encourages him to pick up an instrument again. Yone goes to every orchestra, jazz band, and choir performance he can

Yone has gone to one of Kayn's band’s shows and occasionally listens while Kayn practices guitar

Alune works at the café where Yone gets his coffee most mornings

Yone and Alune also study together occasionally since Alune’s bio classes sometimes overlap with Yone’s pre-med ones, and they share notes when they take the same class

Sett and K'Sante met by always being at the gym at the weirdest times (like 6AM before a practice meet) until they each went "hey, I should learn this guy's name since I see him 3 times a week"

Once they’ve become friends, Sett and K'Sante start going to each other's home competitions and hyping each other up

Ezreal has gone to a party at Sett's fraternity where Sett practically had to carry him out at midnight for being too drunk (he didn't drink a lot, he's just a lightweight)

Sett and Aphelios didn't really "meet" before Heartsteel, but Aphelios goes to Alune's a capella performances and sometimes he sees Sett there during crossover/multi-group events

Sett and Kayn spar for fun sometimes because Kayn used to do martial arts before college, and they occasionally trade fighting techniques from different disciplines

Sett will model for Alune's fashion projects. He knows a bit about how to sew, so he'll occasionally help her with tailoring things

Ezreal and K'Sante will act for Alune if she needs someone for a video or photoshoot

K'Sante met Ezreal by asking him for help with a source for an anthropology project while Ezreal was working as a librarian, and Ezreal kept offering him more and more books to use

K'Sante and Aphelios have crossed paths in the music department while practicing after classes. K’Sante learned a bit of sign language so he could talk with Aphelios more easily

Kayn doesn't dance with a group, but he likes going to the dance shows and finds out that some of his favorite dances were K'Sante's choreography. Eventually, after Heartsteel forms, K’Sante teaches Kayn how to dance hip-hop (they both love it)

Aphelios has had to help Ezreal find his way out when he got lost in the computer science building while he was looking for a cool new study spot

In return, Ezreal has had to wake Aphelios up because it was midnight and he’d fallen asleep in the library and Ezreal needed everyone to leave so he could close

Ezreal and Kayn both joined the parliamentary debate club their freshman year and immediately hated each other's guts. They often sided against each other for the sake of getting to argue with each other and not because they actually supported the positions they were debating

Ezreal and Kayn have become partners in crime by repeatedly seeing each other in places they're not allowed to go ("You're not supposed to be in here!" "Neither are you!"). They occasionally cross paths in places neither of them should reasonably be able to get to (like the rooftops of a tall building) via Ezreal’s teleportation and Kayn’s wall-phasing and have agreed to not tell on each other

Alune and Ezreal were in a play together once. They’re both the right amount dramatic to get along with each other, and Aphelios met Ezreal when Alune was hanging out with him after a rehearsal

Kayn and Aphelios have both made things in the jewelry studio - Kayn making spiky silver earrings and rings and Aphelios making delicate necklaces

Aphelios and Kayn took a painting class together one term and saw each other in the studio often. They still occasionally see each other at figure drawing sessions

Kayn plays a bunch of video games and will always playtest Aphelios's game projects and give him feedback

Aphelios and Alune live in the same area of campus and are often seen walking home together. Alune is trying to teach Phel how to skateboard, but he’s committed to biking everywhere

Aphelios and Alune always go to each other’s performances (with permission), since they both have a bit of social anxiety and it helps to know someone is in the crowd supporting them

Alune and Kayn have been to a skate park together and Kayn is teaching Alune how to skateboard

#heartsteel #heartsteel headcanons #heartsteel yone #heartsteel sett #heartsteel k'sante #heartsteel ezreal #heartsteel aphelios #heartsteel kayn #heartsteel alune #not even gonna try to tag every ship #use these for whatever u want #i love them A Lot!!

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maize-puppet · 3 months

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Tweek and Craig headcannons:

- Craig listens to David Bowie, Elton John, Conan Gray, and ABBA (he's embarrassed about listening to Conan Gray and SUPER embarrassed about listening to ABBA) (among other artists probably)

- Tweek has trichotillomania and OCD

- sometimes Tweek misses the school bus because he thinks he forgot to lock the door and has to go back to check

- he also sometimes drags Craig back to Tweak Bros. late at night for the same reason

- Wendy shaves Tweek's head when he's around 16 (this is me hardcore projecting) because of trichotillomania. He's really nervous about it (he barely trusts himself or anyone else to give him a haircut) but it's a way for him to feel like he has control over his life)

- before he shaved his head he would sometimes wear Craig's hat to cover up bald spots if it got really bad

- after school Craig waits for Tweek to get off work to walk him home. He's allowed to stay in after closing and sometimes falls asleep.

- if Tweek's working alone, Craig helps him with dishes and Tweek will give him the tip money from that day.

- when Craig has sensory overload or autistic shutdowns pressure really helps him, so Tweek will either hug him or lay on top of him to help him calm down

- sometimes if he can tell Craig is struggling Tweek will come up with a lie to get him out of class (disguising as his own paranoia or separation anxiety, like "I don't want to get mugged on the way to the bathroom, can Craig come with me?", etc. so Craig won't be embarrased)

- once Tweek stops drinking meth-laced coffee, he starts gaining more weight (/pos)

- Tweek and Craig aren't allowed to share beds at the Tweaks' (because Tweek's parents suck) but they always end up in the same bed anyway (Tweek sleeps better that way)

- they both sneak into eachothers houses at night from like 10 years old (mainly Tweek because he'll be freaking out about something and needs comfort eg. Put It Down, but eventually Craig starts doing this too, but he really scared Tweek the first time. (Tweek always sends Craig's mom a text when he does this, the Tuckers have just learned not to care)

- Craig's parents really like Tweek. They take better care of him than the Tweaks, but Tweek and Thomas got off to a rough start (obviously)

- Tolkien was Tweek's first friend in South Park

- Craig uses nicknames far more often than Tweek. (Honey, Babe, coffee bean, coffee cake, sugar, etc.) Tweek sometimes complains that it's gross but he actually likes it)

- acts of service and physical affection are Craig's primary love languages. He loves doing things for Tweek and it takes Tweek a while to realize that its not Craig thinking he's incapable of doing them himself, Craig just likes doing things for him. (Craig also likes to be the one who initiates physical affection, otherwise it can catch him off guard)

- Tweek's is words of affirmation. He's not as big on touch, but having Craig hold his hand is very reassuring to him

- Craig's favorite drink is hot chocolate with marshmallows, Tweek likes to bring him one when he gets off work

- Tweek is a theater kid along with Jimmy and Timmy (sometimes they all listen to music backstage together pump up for a show)

- Craig plays football (along with Stan)

- Tweek keeps up boxing, and he's kickass at wrestling too but he's known to bite

- Tweek and Tolkien both play piano, sometimes they play duets together

- when they're adults Tweek and Craig always have soft 70's and 80's music playing while doing chores or making dinner, sometimes they dance together to it. (Their favorite ABBA song is Love Isn't Easy)

- Tweek becomes a piano teacher (he wants to be able to help inspire kids like him and help them find an outlet)

- Craig becomes a mechanic

- Tweek's attachment style is anxious and Craig's is avoidant

- Butters tutored Craig for a while

- Tweek knows how to sew on buttons because he frequently pops his while tugging at his shirt. He keeps a mini sewing kit in his pocket and a larger box of buttons in his room

- all the buttons on Tweek's shirt are mismatched

Hcs for a storyline revolving specifically around the meth:

- Tweek overdosed at 14 and that's how the Tuckers found out about the meth. It was really hard on everyone, especcially since they didn't believe Tweek when he said he didn't know how it happened. Especially Thomas was really dissapointed in him, until the Tuckers found out what was really going on at Tweak Bros.

- Tweek finds out what his parents have been doing when he's taken to rehab and they applogize, making him promise not to spill the secret, but he ends up telling Craig. Eventually Craig encourages him to tell Thomas and Laura who handle it from there

- Tweek's parents are arrested and he lives with Tolkien's family from then on

- Richard used to run Tweak Bros. with his brother (who didn't know about the meth). When Richard's brother started getting suspicious the family packed up and moved to South Park without him (Tweek was around 8)

#tweek tweak #craig tucker #sp tweek #tweek sp #sp craig #craig sp #south park #south park headcanons #craig x tweek #tweek x craig #sp creek #creek sp #creek #tw drugs #tw drug overdose #tw overdose

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snootlestheangel · 3 months

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*happy flapping while tearing up* I JUST HAD THE CUTEST FUCKING IDEA

@stuffireadandenjoy some To Love, To Let Go things

First, the actual idea and then it turns into just general thoughts.

Gaz who unironically still listens to My Chemical Romance because, sue him they made good music, okay??

Sometime after she gets used to the boys, Bailey ends up getting babysat by Gaz while Price and Nik enjoy a date night. Gaz has introduced Bailey to his favorite music, and it so happens that MCR kind of dominates that playlist.

She ends up really liking them, and they have little dance parties when he's watching her.

But there's one of their songs she ends up listening to on her own. Famous Last Words simply cause it's an absolute banger but also cause the one line "I am not afraid to keep on living"

Bailey who has spent the better part of the last year of her life terrified and struggling with recovering from some really traumatic things. Bailey who's been through so much and lost everything. Bailey who ends up with a loving family, with a new life that coddles her so she can keep being a kid rather than being forced to grow up way too fast.

Bailey who isn't afraid to keep being a silly kid cause isn't that what she is? Bailey who isn't afraid of the dark anymore. Bailey who isn't afraid to ask for help and to be herself.

She and Gaz just having an absolute blast whenever he's the one "babysitting" her. They put on so many different playlists. There's the one with mostly MCR, there's the early 2000s dance/party music. There's a country playlist put together mostly by Bailey that Gaz secretly enjoys (if only because she knows all the words to every song and gets really into singing along)

Price and Nik coming home to the two of them crashed on the couch, both fast asleep. Price having to take a moment after carrying Bailey to her bed because "when did she get so big?" Price realizing she's finally happy and healthy and he can partially thank his boys.

He can thank his boys because they took their time to help her see and experience good things in life.

Ghost who took the time to sit with her and listen to her special interests. Ghost who took the time to help her research things she's interested in because he remembers a time in his life that any of his interests were stomped under a boot. Ghost who takes the time to teach her important things, like how to defend herself and what to do in certain emergency situations. Ghost who teaches her little things too, like how to sew a button onto a shirt. Ghost who sees a brilliant kid and doesn't want her to be limited. Ghost who sees a broken kid with so much potential and desperately trying to boost her. He's too blinded by the things he saw in Tommy, but it works out. Ghost who wants her safe but knows she's not the same anymore. Ghost who wants her to use what she learns to her advantage.

Soap who took the time to help her confidence. Soap who took the time to find different diets/meal plans she could try to gain some weight back while also keeping her sensory things in mind. Soap who doesn't let her feel guilty for avoiding certain foods because she has a sensory aversion to them. Soap who took the time to remind her of how beautiful her smile is. Soap who took the time to help her care for her hair after months of not being properly cared for. Soap who has thick hair himself and grew up in a family of women that had long, wavy, thick hair. Soap teaching her how to french braid and not letting her be embarrassed for not knowing how. Soap who helped her become confident in her own skin because he remembers a time when he wasn't and how miserable life was then.

Gaz who took the time to show her joy. Gaz who took the time to remind her of the little things. Little things like how a good song can make your day just a bit better. Gaz who helped her weaponize her intelligence (Gaz teaching her how to be sassy basically). Gaz who helped her find peace with the things she lost by helping her see the things she's gained. Gaz being there to remind her that, yes this is cheesy but rainbows look best after a thunderstorm, don't they? Gaz who helped her bring elements of her life before The Incident into her life now. Gaz who is there to help her look back on her family she lost and smile, because while she mourns, they still loved her. She wouldn't be there if it hadn't been for them, and there's beauty in that.

Anyways, now that I've made us both cry, I'm gonna work on typing up actual parts of To Love, To Let Go cause it's actually consuming my soul at this point.

#to love to let go #cod oc #self insert oc #bailey gray: oc #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #nikprice

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Hey boo! I know you’re on like a dwayne kick recently(me too tbh) are you cool with writing angst?? bc i would LOVE some dwayne angst maybe reader gets hurt and he’s just freaking tf out. I LOVED your rut series and know you’d do my justice 💋💋

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First off, thank you so much 😭 I hope I did your request justice, and I'm so glad you enjoyed the rut series!

Second...Ok so it's really funny that you asked this Anon cause Dwayne (once again) infiltrated my dreams last night, so part of this is actually from a dream I had, and it just fit so perfectly that I just added onto the dream lol. That is also why the reader has a brother cause it is kinda like my "when you're unaware" story, like idk why but I put one of my brothers in the group in my dreams lol. Anywho! I hope you like it!

Also the girl is hinted at being Demisexual since this is based on a dream I had and I'm Demisexual.

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Don't blame me (Dwayne x Fem!Reader)

Word count: 3,532

Pairing: Dwayne x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst!

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

Ko-Fi

It wasn't unusual for Dwayne to be quiet, in the months that you had known him he wasn't very talkative unless you started the conversation, and even then, he was more of a listener. Tonight had been much the same, you were all sitting in the cave just hanging out, Paul was sitting by the rock box with Laddie, Marko was sitting on the floor sewing on some patches to his jacket. Star was sitting next to your brother who was currently having a conversation with David, and you were sitting on the couch next to Dwayne. The evening had been full of laughter before that, as your brother and you recalled stupid things you had done as kids, even Dwayne laughing when you spoke of how you epicly failed at skateboarding and swore you wouldn't try it again for your bones sake.

But now he had gone quiet, the sound of the music filling your little corner of silence, and from the corner of your eye you could see him staring at you while you read. He always did this, you noted, stared at you when he thought you weren't looking. Or maybe he knew you knew, maybe he didn't care that you knew. Either way you watched him turn away, looking at the ground in front of his boots.

You could tell he was thinking, he had that very far off look in his eyes that told you he was in his head, something he did when he was stressed. Before suddenly he stood, stating that he was gonna go for a ride, and made his way out before anyone could question it, though maybe it was only you questioning it as everyone just nodded and went back to what they were doing. But you watched him leave, watched him make his way out into the night, listened as his bike came to life before speeding off into the distance. Something wasn't right, in months you had known them Dwayne never just went for a ride by himself, though judging by the others it was something he had done before, but you had always seen him take Laddie along, or he would offer you a joyride.

He had seemed so lost in thought, in an almost somber way and it made your heart ache at the thought that he was upset for some reason. Your brain immediately thinking back on everything you had said that night, searching for anything that may have upset him, were you the cause of his mood? Or was it something else? You sat in your little corner of silence, mind racing and turning everything over and over for what, after looking at your watch, was about two hours…

Two hours and he still hadn't come back, you knew he wasn't hunting because they had hunted earlier, the knot in your stomach twisted as your brain pictured all the things that could be wrong, even flashing on if there were, somehow, hunters in town. Making up your mind you quickly stood and grabbed your brother's keys, jogging up the steps, throwing back a quick. "out" when your brother asked you where you were going. He had taught you how to use his bike…somewhat.

You were still very new and very unsure about it, preferring to just ride with one of them, but you couldn't wait around anymore, something was wrong, and it worried you. So with a quick kick the bike came alive, and you slowly took off, a little wobbly, but moving.

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Dwayne had to get out of the cave, he knew he should just talk to you but he couldn't, what was he supposed to say? That he realized he was in love with you? That he thought it was just an interest in the start because your personalities melded well together? That he thought the reason he accepted you so quickly was because you were one of his pack mate's sister, but really, he's come to realize, was because he's been in love with you from the start?

He still remembers when your brother introduced you to them all at the boardwalk, you were so nervous but you played it off like you were calm, but he could hear your heart racing. He watched you stay by your brother's side that night, finding solace in him, a familiar presence, and Dwayne found himself wanting you to find that same solace in his presence. He watched you instantly become friends with Laddie, taking the small boy on any ride he wanted to, even if you were dizzy and nauseous afterwards, just to see Laddie smile. He listened as you talked about your nieces and nephews that were around Laddie's age, and how you were often the babysitter, but all Dwayne could see was how amazing of a mother you would be for Laddie.

As the days turned into weeks you became more comfortable around them all, dancing around the cave with Paul, sewing with Marko, even discussing books with David. Star became like your sister, and Laddie soon took on the role of your son, even if neither one of you really noticed. Weeks turned into months and you were more often than not, by his side, preferring his quiet nature than the rowdiness of the others. He had lost track of how many nights the two of you would just sit on that beat up couch and talk, well, you would talk, he preferred to listen.

You were so animated when you told him stories of friends and family, memories of childhood or just random things you had learned throughout your life. He honestly could listen to you forever, your voice soothing to him, a sound that could even calm the beast when he hadn't fed. Not that he would stay around you long if he hadn't, he couldn't risk it, he had control over himself, but sometimes, sometimes you smelled a little too good in a different way. That was another thing, your smell, he had first smelled it when you met, that sweet floral scent that reminded him of a mortal life past, but also of amazing nights in this life.

It was a scent he couldn't name other than a word that came to his mind a few weeks into your friendship…Home. He would let it fill his senses when you rode on the back of his bike, allowing himself to unabashedly bask in it while you were unaware, he would never admit that this was the selfish reason he had you ride on the back of his bike when Laddie wasn't with the group, that and the feeling of your arms wrapped tightly around his stomach, your happy screams and laughter filling his ears as he sped down the beach, he would smile and laugh along, sharing your joy as you drew yourself closer to him, always closer, but never close enough…

Not in the way he wanted to be, he was sure of that. You had told him before, how you never found anyone really attractive unless you formed an emotional bond with them, he was sure you only saw him as a friend and nothing more, whereas he wanted to be so much more. He wanted to hold you when you were upset, laugh with you when you were happy, hug you just because he wanted to, kiss you just because he could. He wanted to give you everything he was…

But that came with a part of him he didn't want you anywhere near. You had never seen them change, never watched them hunt, and he didn't know if he would ever want you to, because deep down he was terrified that the true realization of what they, what he was, would cause you to run away from him, and he couldn't handle that.

"Hey, did Y/N find you?" Your brother asked, looking over at him. Found him? He must have worn a confused expression because the man became visibly concerned.

"She left a little while after you, we figured she was going to find you" he added, as the others now turned to look at Dwayne.

"She took off on B/N's bike" Paul stated, and Dwayne could feel the dread start to creep in, they had taught you how to drive sure, but you were still so new, so wobbly and unstable when you drove. Without a second thought Dwayne found himself running back to his bike, quickly starting it and taking off to find you.

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You had searched the boardwalk first, then the pier, every quiet place you figured Dwayne would hang out, and still, nothing. You were becoming more worried as you followed the paths that Dwayne would take and still hadn't found him, there was only one more place to look. It was a ways out, a quiet little space that Dwayne said he went to just get away, you had felt so honored to be taken there, to be let into his world a little more. You would be lying if you had said that you hadn't been drawn to the quiet man as soon as you two met.

Sure you were nervous as heck to meet your brother's friends, but there was just something about him that eased your worry. You had always been called picky by your friends when it came to guys, but you couldn't help it, your heart and brain just worked differently. You didn't see people in that way unless you felt an emotional bond with them, maybe it was a way to stop yourself from getting hurt again, or maybe you were just waiting for the right one. But something about Dwayne pulled you in, it wrapped around you, and soon enough you were realizing you had a crush on him.

As the weeks turned into months you realized that the crush had developed into love. How could it not though? Dwayne was always so careful with you, so tender and caring. He would pull you closer if he felt like you were cold at the boardwalk, or take Laddie on rides if he felt like you needed a break from the constant movement.

That was another thing, seeing him with Laddie made your heart absolutely melt. There was always something about seeing guys who were good with kids that made you smile, but the way that Dwayne was with Laddie made you so soft. Then there was how much of a good listener he was, you were so used to guys zoning out, completely ignoring you, or interrupting you to change the subject that having someone give you their undivided attention while you spoke was so foreign, and yet, so refreshing. But he would, he would seemingly hang onto every word, even if it was a story you yourself thought was silly halfway through it, Dwayne wouldn't let you stop, always asking what happened next.

You had never felt so seen, so protected and yet so free with someone. You still remember the first time he got you on the back of his bike, you were so scared and honestly afraid you would hurt him by how tight you were squeezing, but he only laughed, a sound that had your heart jumping and you swore you wanted to hear it more often. You had peaked over his shoulder, the beach flyinv past you, but you also saw the smile he wore, eyes flashing back to yours for only a moment before returning to the sand in front of him, but he looked so calm, so free. So despite your fear you allowed yourself to relax, and soon realized why he felt that way.

Those rides happened more often after that, anytime Laddie wasn't riding with him, you were, excited screams when he would come off the boardwalk quickly, or go around a sharp turn. Happy laughter as he sped down the beach, the wind in your hair. It really wasn't surprising that you had fallen for him. Which was also why you were so worried about him, you needed to know why he was upset, and if there was anything you could do…

Or if you were for some reason the cause of it. Riding along the beach you finally made your way up the small hill to the lookout point, but again, no Dwayne. You felt like you could cry at this point, you didn't know where else to look to find him, knowing that he probably had other secret places. You thought that maybe he would have gone back to the cave, maybe you were looking around for nothing, at least you could hope for that scenario. Deciding to head back to the cave to see, you went to turn the bike but instead accidentally gave it too much gas, shooting forward and over the small hump of the hill.

It wasn't a tall hill, but it was enough of a cliff that when the front tire made contact with air, it quickly angled down, and your body followed with it. Landing with a hard thud, you managed to land on your side and not your neck but what you hadn't accounted for were the rocks at the bottom. So as you slid down the hill, the bike now pushing you along as it rolled with you on its side as well, your head slammed into a large rock, causing your vision to quickly fade to black, and the sounds of the running bike disappearing into the nothingness.

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Dwayne had checked everywhere and still he couldn't find you, if he had a heart he swore it would be beating out of his chest. You weren't at the boardwalk or the pier, he hadn't seen you so far on the beach, where could you have gone? And why did you go looking for him? He had thought he hid his emotions well, but had you noticed? You must have.

Did you watch him as closely as he watched you? Had you really cared that much about him to take off into the night, unstable and unsure, just to find him? You were crazy if you did, but then again, maybe so was he. If he had just come out and said something the two of you wouldn't be on the wild chase to find one another.

He just hoped nothing had happened, he didn't know what he would do if you were hurt. Suddenly remembering the spot he had taken you to about a month ago he realized he hadn't checked there, revving his engine he took off across the sand faster. He wasn't far from the spot, it wouldn't take him long to ride up the hill and check. But the sound of another bike made him slow, was that you?

Had he finally found you? Could the two of you finally stop the game of cat and mouse? No…No the engine was running but it wasn't moving, it wasn't coming back down the path towards him, it was just idling…and it wasn't where you should have been if you were at the top. As soon as he rounded the corner he felt his heart stop all over again.

'No no no'

He quickly stopped his bike, not even bothering to put the kickstand down as it fell on the sand while he ran towards you, quickly pushing the bike off of you and turning it off. Luckily it hadn't been sitting on your skin to where it would have burned you, but you still hadn't moved. Gently lifting your head the scent of blood filled his nose and he felt his breath catch, the red liquid was covering one side of your face, sand sticking to the drying liquid. It seemed like it had stopped bleeding but there was still a lot.

"Y/N" he spoke quietly, unshed tears brimming his eyes as he looked you over. He could still hear your heartbeat, and it wasn't faint which gave him some relief, you also didn't seem to have any broken bones. He pulled you to him, his hand coming up to try and wipe away some of the blood.

"Please, open your eyes" he spoke again, voice unable to become any louder, he knew a lot could happen to a human when they hit their head too hard, what if you never woke up again, what if he never got to hear your voice again? Never got to see you smile, or hear your laugh, never got to see you play with Laddie again…Never got to tell you he loved you.

"Please" he called again, closing his eyes as he held you closer, this couldn't be how it all ended, he would change you before he let that happen, he didn't care if you hated him after, you would be safe, you would be ok.

"Dwayne" you voice softly called, a warm hand pressing to his cheek, a cheek he didn't realize was wet with tears that had fallen unknowingly.

"Y/N" he breathed, meeting your gaze as you looked up at him, cradled safely in his arms.

"You're ok. I was worried" you said with a small smile, you really were worried about him, and that worry made you search…And it made you get hurt.

"You're hurt" he stated, trying to compose himself.

"I'm ok, just a little bump" you reassure him, but he just shook his head.

"You shouldn't have went looking for me, if you hadn't then…Then this.." but he couldn't finish his sentence, because you were pulling him towards you, lips gently pressing against his before he deepened the kiss, pouring everything out into that moment. He swore that if, for some reason he did die in that moment, he could die happy now that he finally got to kiss you. When you parted though you smiled at him, resting your forehead against his chest as he held you.

"You can't blame me, love makes you crazy" you spoke against his skin and he felt the smile before he even registered it. You loved him…You loved him too.

"I don't blame you, why do you think I raced back out when they told me you went looking for me" he explained, your eyes meeting as you looked up at him, lost in each other's gaze for a moment.

"Why did you leave?" You asked, and he took a moment to answer, wiping more of the blood off of your skin, honestly shocked he wasn't tempted to drink it, maybe that's what fear does to them.

"Because I didn't know how to deal with the fact that I love you when I thought you only saw me as a friend"

"Bet you feel silly now" you spoke softly, smiling up at him.

"I do" he stated, looking at your wound, which luckily now that he could see it better, wasn't that deep.

"But you still shouldn't have come after me" he told you.

"No, that's not how this works. I was worried, I would chase after you again if I had to" you told him, watching as he shook his head before leaning down and catching your lips in a kiss again.

"Crazy girl" he spoke against them.

"Your crazy girl?" You asked, you both may have confessed but you still wanted to be sure.

"My crazy girl" he smiled, kissing you once more before lifting you up and carrying you back to his bike.

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"So what you're saying is…you wrecked my bike"

"I didn't mean to! Look I can pay for anything I broke ok just tell me-"

"I'm just messing with you, I'm glad you're ok, don't do that shit again got it! So where is my bike exactly?" Your brother asked Dwayne, and you watched as Dwayne explained where it was before offering to take him.

"No you stay here with her so she doesn't do anything stupid again" he told him before leaving.

"I'll have to find another secret spot for you" you stated, watching your brother leave.

"It's ok. I like that spot more now"

"But it's not secret anymore"

"Maybe not…But it is where we said I love you for the first time" he smiled, leaning down to kiss you again.

"You're so cheesy" you giggled

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up.

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