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luimagines · 5 months

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I dare you to do one with your favorite trope to write (unless you've already done it)

Oh my goodness, this might be longer that usual. XD

And I really had to think about what I wanted to write. I think I'll make this a one-shot. (unless you guys want more anyway) Prepare for this to be as self indulgent as hell. :D

And I'll make it Time while I'm at it.

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This was the third time this week that you found something like this. You didn't know who was doing this.

A basket, filled to the brim with goodies and trinkets alike, sat properly outside of your window sill. It would be charming if you weren't on the third floor. Someone was climbing up to your balcony and leaving the baskets for you to find.

It was creepy- to a degree. There was never anything malicious about it though. The baskets typically held a flower, a warm meal (or groceries) and some little thing for you to put around your apartment.

You see, you moved to the Kingdom of Kokiri with nothing but a backpack and small child's wagon. Your apartment wasn't even on a nicer side of town. But it hard to be worried about robbers when you're home is bare and empty.

Slowly, that's been changing though. The baskets always had a poem attached, but no name. You secret admirer would give little things from time to time. The baskets are getting more frequent too.

What used to be a small monthly thing, turned weekly then bi weekly- and you're beginning to suspect that they're turning into a daily thing.

Part of you worries that whoever this is, is spending too much on you.

But seeing that the last basket had a new set of dining wear with plates and cups and a some nice utensils to match- you're not inclined to have them stop anytime soon when they're improve your very living conditions as it is. Even if you feel a little guilty.

That being said, this basket had a warm meal already prepared, still steaming in the glass tupperware. There was a small bouquet of roses near the top and a small little box that you opened to see a single slice of chocolate cake.

The card was attached on the inside but it lacked the typical poem. It simple read: "Rest well, Love. You've worked hard today. Dinner's on me. I just want to see you smile in the morning."

You smiles and tucked the card back into its place, bringing the basket back into your apartment.

You have to figure out who this secret admirer of yours is. It has to be someone with access to your floor but it can't be a neighbor. Right? You're on the corner so it can't be anyone to your left. But maybe your neighbor to the right? That's a creepy thought. You hardy ever see him and you don't think he showers throughout the week.

It can't be him. Or at least you're going to deny it.

Maybe it's someone from above? That's more likely. There is this cute guy that you know lives on the floor above you, but you don't know which apartment. It wouldn't be hard to drop the basket secretively onto your balcony from above if that was the case.

The thought rotates in your head as you eat the food. It's delicious. Decadent, even.

Gratitude fills your heart and soul. you have to return the favor somehow after everything this person has provided for you. But how?

You head to bed with a smile on your face and a full stomach. You'll have to start small but you can think of something.

The next morning you head to the castle and walk straight to the throne room.

It was a deal that the king had proposed personally to you. You get to work concern free in his kingdom but you have to report to him every other Tuesday. Seeing as you had nowhere else to go, you didn't think it wise to refuse.

You've grown somewhat close, but with his power and status by his side, you couldn't help but slightly intimidated by him even now.

The king- like most Royals of Kingdoms of Hyrule- was a dragon. Sure, he could take the form of a typical man, but he stayed in his half form more often than not. His age and strength add to his credentials. As the current senior amongst dragons, all you've gathered is that he's lived longer than he appears. The older the dragon, the stronger they are.

King Link is a force to be reckoned with.

However, he's kind and patient with you. He's not all that bad.

You nod and grin at the Captain, who's affectionately called Warrior. Another dragon hidden among the people. You don't know his story, but he's a hard working fellow. He also came to the king in a time of need, looking for asylum and has been working under his employ ever since. He is the king's right hand man.

Warrior smiles back and salutes you softly as you enter. You'll never understand why you've more or less been given free reign of the castle, but with his approval, you feel better to head on in.

You meet the king and curtsy clumsily, still feeling rushed. He's asked you call him Time and he stands from the throne. His face is kind, amused even. A chuckle tumbles out of him as he walks toward you, his marble like tail swinging behind him. "I thought we were passed the formalities, my dear."

You clear your throat. "Were we? I don't recall."

He laughs again. "Come. We have much to discuss."

You nod and follow. He leads you to the back room with a gentle touch the small of your back. It's a familiar routine that you've grown comfortable with.

There's a small rounded table with a pale blue laced table cloth. There's a delicate tea set and it's covered to the brim with snacks and treats alike. You think you see a few of your favorites and your eyes light up at the sight.

King Time notices and he smiles, pleased. "Sit."

You nod and take your usual spot. Time sits across from you and serves you the pieces that you eyes earlier. You almost feel bad. You're still full from the night before.

Time notices. "Something wrong, dear?"

"No." You shake your head, afraid of insulting him. "Someone gave me dinner last night and I'm still a bit full from it."

Time seemed to be shocked by the tidbit. "Really?... Was it good?"

"It was delicious!" You can't help but gush. "I would normally cook for myself but they send food from time to time and it was still warm so I couldn't resist."

His smile turns a little tight. "Is that so? I'm glad that you were fed adequately then.... May I ask who?"

You falter, the smile on your face turning more soft and shy. "Um... I think it was my neighbor..."

"...You don't know who it is?"

You blush and look down onto the table, playing with the treats on your plate. "I know that I should be more cautious. But they've only ever left it on my balcony... It's a secret admirer so to speak. They've given me trinkets and flowers and food. It seems as if they've slowly been furnishing my house for me. I don't know... I've been trying to think about who it may be, but I'm coming up short. Regardless, enough about my lack of love life-"

Time abruptly puts his hand under the table but you catch the reason why before he can hide it.

He's bent the fork in half with his hand, seemingly without realizing it. He smiles brightly, as if nothing happened and the thought gets put on the back burner for now. "Right... Well, you can always ask for my assistance, Darling."

You shake your head with a small smile. "Thank you, but I'm here to report my work. Let's get to business then."

Time clenches his jaw slightly but nods in agreement. "Right. I believe last time you mentioned that you were following a trail of some suspicious individuals on the property of the farm lands for relief efforts. Did that bloom into anything substantial?"

You pull out a manila folder with a smirk and hand it to the king. "Did it ever."

The time passes before you know it. Little by little, as you give your report, if drifts away and you're talking about your lives as much as you can before you leave.

Warrior comes in, informing Time of another meeting has to attend. He looks apologetic.

The king winces but you're quick to stand up, mid panic. "I'm sorry. I've overstayed my welcome."

"Impossible." Time blurts, standing abruptly as well. He reach out as if to stop you and moves around the table as if to block your path. His tail curls around your ankle, stopping your in your tracks. It's gentle but firm. Even if his grip is painless, you can already tell that you wouldn't be able to escape on your own.

You freeze and after a beat he lets you go. Time gulps and stands, seemingly more aware of what he was doing. His grip falls away and he takes a step back. "R-right... I won't keep you from your work much longer then."

You can't help but blush. He's always been fine with putting a hand on your shoulder or your back... but the tail is one of the most sensitive parts of a dragon. And he just grabbed you with it. For some reason, you find yourself blushing.

You nod dumbly, as if your schedule is jammed packed like his. Your heart is pounding. You follow Warrior out of the room as he leads you back to the main gate of the castle.

"Sorry." Warrior says quietly. "I didn't mean to interrupt."

"Nonono-" You're still shaken by the phantom feelings of the scales around you. Even if it was just a brush, there was a power there. You don't know why you're so out of whack suddenly. The act was more intimate than you were able to admit. "If you didn't say anything, I would have kept going. Honestly, I swear he's just humoring most of the time."

"This is the only time we get him to actually take a break." Warrior tells you. "He'd work himself t the bone if it weren't for you. It's not like he can't afford it. He's two years ahead of his work. By all means, keep him there longer."

You flush and look away, walking out of the gate. "Oh please, he'll get sick of me before we'd know it."

Warrior is quick to bite his tongue, biting back the instant retort that no doubt sat on his tongue. He takes a breath and shakes his head.

"...He likes you." Warrior looks pained. Like there's something there that he wants to say but can't. You don't see it. "Would you like me to walk you home? If I recall you live far enough away-"

"Not enough to cause concern, Captain." You smile and pat his shoulder. "But thank you."

"His Majesty wouldn't like it if anything happened to you." Warrior tries to push it a little bit.

You shake you head. "And take more of your time away? You work just as hard, if not harder, than the entirety of the castle staff. I think only the King works harder than you."

He presses his lips into a thin line. His own scales poke from under his skin. Something is riling him up but you don't know what. You've never seen his dragon form or even his half. He seems to hide it more often than not. You would never know he was a dragon if the King hadn't said anything earlier.

Warrior sighs and runs his hands through his hair. "Very well... Just... be safe, yeah? I don't think the goddesses themselves would be able to calm the king should things go wrong."

"Like what?" You snort. "I end up in the hospital? I'll be fine. No worries."

You wink for good measure and head home, happy, fulfilled and ready to take on the rest of the week.

You miss the next three visits.

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lebenspurpur · 2 years

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I thought a lot about rz Michael and his hands today.

(this is just another drabble about living with Michael, listen, I love writing wholesome stuff like that.)

"Fuck!", you balance the hot pan away from the stove and, more or less gently, drop it on the wooden counter. Cursing under your breath, you tug the now hot, oven mitt off your hands and anxiously inspect your skin. A red blemish graces the spot where the pan has touched you. Sighing, you ignore the throbbing heat radiating into the tips of your fingers. You could just hope that it wouldn't turn into a blister. Why were you always so clumsy?

A creak in the floor behind you makes you turn around. Michael looks confused. According to the paper sticking to his fingers and clothes, and the lack of a mask, he was right in his "creative phase" when you had your little accident. Ever since he started spending more time at home, half of the day was spent crafting away. Most of the time he made new masks, but sporadically, he painted something, too.

"Just an accident, Michael, don't worry about it.", you cradle the injured hand to your stomach and walk over to the sink to rinse it off, "The hot pan touched me is all."

Michael comes closer, silently as always, and watches as you let the chilly water cool the heated skin. You sigh in relief as the heat and pain lessen beneath the cold stream.

The fridge door opens and closes again. Michael's shadows looms over you, and you turn the water off. As soon as the sensation of the water leaves your skin, the blemish starts warming and throbbing again, and you suppress a groan.

Michael's head is tilted to the side when you turn around, and you notice he grabbed a cooling pad from the freezer. Hesitantly, he moves closer, as if he doesn't really know how to help you in this situation. His confusion is rather adorable, you have to admit.

His hands find yours, and you marvel at the gentleness with which he treats the burn. Tenderly, his big hands use a dish towel to wrap the freezing pad around your hand. He's nearly as careful as when he creates his masks.

"Thank you.", you try, but you can't completely hide the surprised undertone in your voice. Michael rarely shows compassion when such things happen to you if he's even in the house while they occur.

His fingers linger on your skin, and he nods once, twice before he lifts your hand and, you can't believe your eyes, presses a gentle kiss on the damp dish towel.

After a few seconds, you notice your mouth opened in astonishment and, ashamed, you close it. Your eyes sheepishly leave his mouth, and suddenly the kitchen tiles are so much more interesting than him. Fuck, sometimes you're really embarrassing.

A hoarse sound makes you look at him again, and when you do, you can't believe your eyes. Deep, rumbling chuckles leave his lips as he looks down at you, clearly finding your embarrassment very amusing. His eyes crinkle when he laughs and for a second you want to stare again, but this time you catch yourself.

"You bastard.", the weak hit you deliver to his torso feels like you're hitting a rock. It doesn't seem to make him stop laughing either, so you huff in frustration and cross your arms, hiding your own smile as good as you can.

#rz michael myers #michael myers #rz michael myers x reader #michael myers x reader #drabble #does this count as hurt/comfort #doubt it #fluff #slasher x reader #slasher fucker #slasher #slasher community #rob zombie halloween

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yayan-dmenace · 7 months

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Swap sans with coffee pretty please

And put him in swap papyrus’s hoodie

PRETTY PLEASE

(O-O)

Being lazy af

Btw I’m drawing the oc’s or characters of my biggest fan of the day! I’ll start checking tomorrow who’s my biggest fan of the day !

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esperanzacboronial · 1 month

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Torchwood canonically has every form of insurance know to man, including pet pterodactyl insurance, (audio, ‘Fall to Earth’, 2015) but tragically Ianto doesn’t have the time to file a claim between the explosion of Torchwood Hub and his death in CoE and presumably Jack and Gwen are not aware of the policies. This is just another example of how insurance is a scam and sucks balls. Many such cases

#Torchwood shitposting #sure sure he probably cancelled them…. but did he really?#did ianto ‘psid stupid Torchwood money’ Jones still guilty for almost letting a civilian die cancel the insurance policies that would get #her a big fat bonus?#doubt it #he’d keep them going at least a year or two #just as a thank you

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margareturtle · 6 months

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TWP Crackpot theory time 😁😁

So it starts in City of Lost Souls (wild ik)

BUT

We know Clary has futuristic dreams (she dreamt of Thule)

AND

In Chapter 5 of CoLS Clary has a dream

It’s where she sees two people, one with golden hair and gold wings and one with white hair and black wings and they are by a lake.

NOW

at the time us and Clary presume it’s Jace and Sebastian by Lake Lynn, but they don’t have gold and black wings

BUT YA KNOW WHO DOES

ASH!!! ASH HAS BLACK WINGS!! AND KIT HAS GOLDEN WINGS (well ok that’s not confirmed but Kit is the first heir who else would have GOLD WINGS)

And the LAKE COULD ALSO BE DIMMET TARN LAKE BY THE SCHOLOMANCE!!!

SO YEAH THAT’S THEM

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neyxmessi · 11 months

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10 years ago today is when Messi and Neymar became teammates for the very first time. Today is the day when they are teammates for the very last time.

#neymessi #THEYRE CRAZY #also maybe they play together again but #doubt it #😁#but on the 10 YEAR MARK??#this is the proof for them you need

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missflufffanfics · 1 year

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Okay so, Bailey and Nolan are ENGAGED and have been dating/involved for how many years?? And it’s their first fight as a couple??

And Tim and Lucy have been dating for a month, maybe two, and it was their first couple fight as well.

This just reminded me of Lucy saying ‘Chris is great! We never fight!’ And Tim asking if that’s just because it’s not worth the effort bc you know they aren’t the one…

#chenford thoughts #chenford #the rookie #lucy chen x tim bradford #bailey nune #john nolan #just crazy to me how much better they write Chenford than bailey and nolan lmao #do bailey and nolan even have a ship name??#doubt it

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amzyspinkarch · 7 months

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You know what’s wild about the “canon jiang cheng” tag? It’s that this tag is used by people who are very open and honest about Jiang Cheng. So when you see people who are one track minded/ delusional/ fanon using the tag, it’s incredibly mind boggling. What’s even more weird is that they complain about and insult those who talk about him as his canon self (you know, like you should).

Head back to your side where like-minded people reside and be happy. (STAY THERE)

There’s no need to insult people.

It’s very clear what this tag’s purpose is.

So….why are you here? Or whatever Lan XiChen said.

#canon jiang cheng #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #don’t insult unless you can take what you dish out #doubt it

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nyat-a-cat · 3 months

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We should call the opposite of pickpocketing putpocketing. It sounds just as smooth as pickpocketing if not smoother.

#Tumblr #nyat go meow meow #go viral maybe?#doubt it

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existencebringsonlypain · 3 months

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oh also matpat's deltarune theory was... good? like. it sorta just reiterated a bunch of stuff we'd already settled on and then extrapolated information from there, so it wasn't much of a theory, but after Sans is Ness, it was... very mild.

#like “WE'RE the VILLAIN of DELTARUNE!!!!” yea no shit #but i'll take it!#first time ive ever BEEN in a fandom he's covered so idk if all his theories are like this #doubt it #but whetever. good video matpat #matpat #game theory #nutdealer posting #deltarune #utdr #also. goodbye sweet prince

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technovillain · 1 year

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psychonauts has had an iron fist on my brain since august of 2021 by the way. literally haven't had a moment's rest from thinking about it for over a year and a half. having a great time

#any time i think its slipping away i will randomly hyperfixate on one character for a couple days and then they pull me back in #and then i start htinking abt al lthe other characters all over again #its just. its just so good #its so very media catered to me specificalyl #im not sure if anything else will ever be so kiwicore #doubt it #.txt

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