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007reid · 7 months

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u have absolutely no idea what 'coffee caramels' did to me omg 😭 u write spencer and his mannerisms so WELL hsbsghdbdh so i come to u with a lil request if that's okay with u !!

spencer insists on playing pretend-doctor for reader who's sick (but denying it) so he invokes his technically-a-doctor card and gives his second opinion just to take care of reader n smother them w looooove

essentially just him teasing y/n and being the stupid Cute attentive nerd he is <3

(inspired by S5E3 where he gets stuck at the bau w garcia bc he was being stubborn abt his injury)

i am never ever Normal abt this guy 😞 i look forward to reading more of ur work and losing my mind over reid with u, aine !! mwa

hiii tysm for requesting, youre so fucking sweet!! <33 drop an emoji to let me know who you are and let’s loose our mind over our fav boy together anon!!!! also sorry this took so long, i wrote like 3k but then hated it so i started over, i love this prompt sm so i feel like i had to do it justice.

pspspsp i love s5 spence so fucking much... his hair went from beautiful to ethereal to mad sexy...s5 treated us well. requests are ALWAYS appreciated !!!!!!

soup. spencer reid

spencer reid x fem!reader, 3k

you've been off it for so long, dodging virus after virus and disease after disease and just right when you thought that you are immune to sickness, you caught it. the inevitable fever.

there was no denying it, you've tried. after getting a headache, you popped a tylenol before you went to sleep, nonchalant. the next morning was when reality really came crashing down. a sore throat.

it progressively got worse throughout the day, and when you came crashing into bed after a long day at work, your nose was feeling stuffy and your were coughing, spewing sickness everywhere you went. you woke up in the middle of night sweating like you had just ran a fucking marathon and only able to breathe through one nostril unless you shift your body entirely.

you did not take to these news well. firmly in denial, you still planned to show up to work the next day.

except you didn't show up to work. sickly and delirious, the part when you press snooze then snooze again slip your mind and at one point you must've turn off your alarm entirely. drifting in and out of consciousness and slipping into dream after dream, it gets harder to tell what is real and what is not.

"y/n? y/n!"

now, it is very probable that the voice isn’t actually real, because why the hell would you be hearing spencer reid’s voice outside of work? the chances are slim to none, and despite the heat pounding at your skull you manage to smile. there is something unexplainably comforting about spencer’s voice, soft and deliberate. it would be foolish to say that under the mad spell he’d cast on you (him simply saying two words) he’s managed to melt away your headache, because he didn’t. you still feel like shit.

“y/n?”

you frown, the voice sounding too insistent and real and not matching up with the visuals of your dream. you feel a tapping on your shoulder and when you blink your eyes open you could’ve screamed.

you jump up and then backwards, huddling your blanket with you, scared for your life. because right in front of you is perhaps the most intimidating creature on the earth; spencer reid in a purple sweater vest with his face so close to yours he could breathe in your sickness, hair tucked carefully behind his ear.

“spencer?” you ask incredulously, but instead your voice comes out a rasp. you clear your throat, feeling something warm creep up your cheek. it might be a blush, but you blame it on the chills. you keep blinking, trying to regain your vision and feel instantaneous embarrassment. you look a mess, sick and dehydrated with dry lips and bad hair and you probably reek of morning breath. and spencer’s there, looking like heaven’s finest angel, smiling at you like he’s smiling at a person and not a monster. spencer has the tendency to treat and look at everyone like they’re the love of his life. you sort of hate it.

“hi y/n,” he breathes, crouching down on the floor before you on the bed. “i—“

“what are you doing here?” you’re too impatient to wait, still in shock.

now. you try not to make it obvious that you have a mad crush on spencer, because if the fact were to spill, you’re not eager cleaning up the consequences. it’s an unestablished, unspoken rule that should be common sense that no workplace dating will be allowed and usually it’s a ridiculous rule, because who the hell would want to date their coworker, like actually? work crushes are normal but they exist only in a part of your day, an eye-candy for you to stare at to get through the day, then you go home or go out and forget about them. who actually has serious work crushes, actually? actually? it’s ridiculous.

your defense is completely solid, you’d say. your number one defense is you can’t help the fact that you and spencer were meant to be friends. the moment you joined the team, you and spencer clicked together like two lego pieces, despite your clashing personalities. you find it refreshing to have someone like spencer, someone who’s soft and sweet but cunning and resourceful but thoughtful and kind, and it was equally refreshing for spencer to have someone blunt and straightforward but still patient enough to put up with him.

spencer doesn’t like physical touch but ever since your first week he made you the exception and if you could, you would parade the privilege around like a badge. what can you say, you’re proud to be spencer’s little exception, anyone would be. he makes you feel special, differently than the others do and what’s a girl to do? to have that great of a relationship with a coworker and not be work spouses and not be actually head over heels with the guy? how laughable.

it’s not something you’re proud of, however. you know it’s a lost cause, chasing after spencer. it hurts, sometimes, but you always patted yourself on the back with an ‘it is what it is.’ spencer, as sweet and vulnerable as he is, has layers behind his thinly veiled heart. he talks a lot but he never talks about himself and he never talks about the past so he doesn’t have to revive it, so all the memories are just wounds left out and neglected to burn. spencer’s trouble, definitely trouble, but it’s hard to be aware of the workload that spencer reid is when he’s rambling to you about something as innocent as halloween or knocking his knuckles on your knee during a flight trying to get your attention.

spencer blinks sheepishly, settling criss cross apple sauce on the ground, lanky legs twisting uncomfortably. “you didn’t come into work and you didn’t answer your phone,” he explains. “emily told me to go check on you.”

you nod. he’s here because emily told him to. it makes a lot more sense now. “i’ll head in the office now,” you say, making your way out of bed, wiping at your eyes. “sorry—“

“no you’re not,” spencer says immediately, not even hesitating. he places a hand on your upper chest, pressing you back down on the bed. the butterflies at the pit of your stomach throws a fit. you know he means nothing by the action—has spencer reid ever been the one knowledgeable about romance?—but knowing that doesn’t help the heat that spread up your cheeks that’s definitely not from the sickness. “you’re burning up,” he says. “i’ll get you some water. you should clean up,” he says, uncrossing his legs difficultly and then stumbling out the room, mismatched socks slipping on the hardwood floor.

you take advantage of the time that spencer’s not there and race to the bathroom, ignoring the blackout and the dizziness that threatens to make you faint from getting up too abruptly. you squirt some toothpaste onto your toothbrush and by the time you exit the bathroom, spencer is already there, waiting, except he’s by your desk, hands on a book.

typical.

he perks up when he hears your footsteps pad into the room, turning around, looking like a child who’s been caught with your book in his hands. you smile at him, albeit it’s a pathetic smile. you feel dizzy.

“you like toni morrison?”

“i love toni morrison,” spencer chirps, excitement bouncing all over his face. “especially her masterwork, beloved,” he looks back down at your red copy admiringly then sets it down. "get back in bed," he says, and you can't wrap your hand around how ridiculous the situation is. your coworker, or work crush, is at your house, checking your temperature and shooing you to bed to rest. "i bought you soup so you can eat up, i--"

“you bought me soup?” you ask, incredulous. spencer nods seriously.

“it's proven that eating soup makes people feel better, not just some stereotype. the right amount of sodium can help help relieve sore throat pains and the vitamins and minerals found in soup can play a very large part in recovery...i had a feeling you were going to be sick, it’s the weather, you know? everyone is catching the cold. you need to eat it before it gets cold, the heat helps with nasal digestion and also sinus pressure and it'll be useless if you ate it lukewarm...i’ll be right back…” and with the babbling his voice fades out as he walks back out to the living room, leaving you alone standing on the side of your bed. you look at the forgotten copy of beloved set carefully back onto your desk, smiling to yourself slightly before climbing back into bed, because spencer says so and spencer’s always right but mostly because your legs feel like they’re going to give out.

spencer is speedy, striding several steps at once with his ridiculously long legs that looks unnaturally lanky but once he reaches your room again, soup and spoon in hand you were already nodding off, head lolling and eyes slipping shut. spencer stops at your bed stand, thinking to himself for a second before balancing the plastic bowl of soup on one hand and using the other to gently nudge at your face, waking you up. he grimaces when he feels that your skin burns to the touch, a bright tint to your cheeks that he hates himself for liking because you're sick, he shouldn't be thinking that you're pretty or stuff like that.

spencer waves the thought away, determined to focus on his mission. deliver soup, make sure you're okay, and send his farewells. that's what emily told him to do, and even though derek added a "kiss her goodnight too, loverboy!" he's only going to listen to emily, because emily knows best.

yes. perfect. that's exactly what he's going to do.

"hey," he whispers, caressing his thumb across the lightly purple patch under your eye, frowning to himself. you haven't been getting good enough sleep, and he feels guiltier for waking you up, but then straightens himself up resolutely--no. emily said the soup must be delivered and consumed--just to melt again when your eyes flutter open, confused and traces of sleep still floating around your facial expression. "sorry," he mumbles, feeling oddly embarrassed. "it's just--i mean, you don't have to, jus' want you to eat something before you sleep again."

you sit up slowly, and once you're fully awake again, the smell of the soup hits you like a bucket of ice and you suddenly feel your mouth watering. you feel like a princess, sitting there with your hands crossed in your lap while you wait for spencer to unwrap the plastic utensils and tissues from its clear packaging, carefully opening up the lid of the soup on the night stand and hot steam floats around the room, engulfing both you and spencer in a bubble of tomato soup.

spencer, a planner that he is, didn't let you eat directly from the plastic take-out bowl from the restaurant and had rummaged through your kitchen for a bowl and pours half the soup into the ceramic, no spillage and perfectly clean. then he hands the soup to you, and you eat.

to say that spencer is concerned is to say the least. you're a profiler, and you're trained to pick up on this sort of thing but you only need to be a child with an undeveloped brain to work out that spencer's worried, watching your every move and monitoring that you eat enough, the crease in his brows deepen whenever you set the bowl down so you pick it up again and stuff two more spoonfuls in your mouth, to hopefully make him worry less.

the silence is awkward, the only sounds in the room is you biting down on the spoon occasionally as you drink your soup and spencer watching intently, hands on his chin and unaware of his staring problem. you and spencer rarely has these kind of silences, the silences where you scramble for things to say because the atmosphere would always be too comfortable. you sneak glances at him as you eat. since spencer's completely oblivious to the heaviness of the silence, you feel it's up to you to break it.

"i'll clock in once i'm finish eating this, don't worry," you say, trying your best to sound reassuring as you try to choke back a spoonful of soup too big. you lick your lips, and spencer is biting his, a bad habit.

"no you're not, y/n," he says, exasperated. normally, when spencer uses his 'i'm right so you should listen to me' tone like this, it means he's geared for an argument and you would be happy to challenge him, but now you can't find the energy for it. yet you muster enough up anyway.

"i'm only a bit shaken up 'cause of the weather," you say, trying to sound as convincing as possible, still in the calm before the storm of the bicker. "'m not immobile. and i already used up all my off days visiting my family--"

spencer, however, didn't bother for the peaceful offering. "you're not coming in today, y/n," he says, and he sounds a bit anxious but you know his true intent. his eyes are mirthful with confidence, and he knows he's already won the argument. despite the buzzing in your ears and the fuzziness in your brain, you can't let the bastard win. you can't.

“i can’t miss anymore days spencer, and i won’t,” you say coldly, but you slurping on the soup hungrily like it’s your last day on earth sort of ruined your cool facade. “i’m not too sick, either, it’ll be useless for me to stay home—“

spencer reaches to press his palm against your forehead, his skin cold to the touch. you close your eyes instinctively.

“you’re burning up,” he announces. “means your sick. you’re not coming in today, y/n.”

“says who?” you say defensively, feeling a bit like you’re loosing.

“says me,” spencer says cooly, cheeky smile at his lips. you should hate it more than you do. “who’s a doctor.”

you scoff. “so now you’re an actual doctor? you got a medical phd on you?”

“i have a bachelor in medicine and enough doctorates to make me slightly knowledgeable in every field,” spencer quips and you didn’t even know that he had a bachelor in medicine. how many fucking degrees does this guy even have on his resume?

“whatever,” you grumble, sounding a lot like someone who’s just got defeated. you set the bowl of soup down on the nightstand and spencer hands you a bottled water before you could think about needing water. you pluck it from his offering hands, muttering a “thanks” under your breath.

spencer laughs quietly, watching you drink patiently and putting the cap back on when you hand him back the bottle, setting it next to your soup. you feel ridiculously babied and your cheeks burn with the guilt you feel. you’re talking him off his office hours just to be here and feed you stuff and make sure you’re taking care of yourself.

spencer, the 24/7 profiler, notices. "is something wrong?" he asks innocently, round eyes blinking and oblivious. bless him. "you got redder. is it too hot? i can adjust the a/c."

“fine,” you mumble, still a little embarrassed with your realization. “little cold, actually.”

“it's the chills from your fever,” spencer informs you. “i…” he pauses, frowning again, frustrated from not being able to finish his thought. he abandons it. “do you need anything else?”

“no spence,” you laugh sort of pathetically, throat strained. “you’ve been an angel already. you can go back to the office, if you want.”

spencer thinks back to what emily had told him. soup. make sure she’s ok. leave. he’s done the past two steps. it’s time he completes his mission.

but…

“are you sure?” he prods, a little bit of him hoping that you'd say no. he doesn't know what it is; something bothering him, making him dread leaving.

you didn't get the cue. "mhmm," you shoot him a reassuring smile. as reassuring as you can manage, anyway, grimacing at the insistent throb in your head. spencer gnaws on his bottom lip, indecisive. you don't know what he was deciding between.

whatever battle it was, he wraps it up quick. "okay," he repeats. "i'll get back."

"you do that."

"remember to drink water."

"i will."

"do you need me to bring you more?"

"i'm okay."

"okay."

the conversation feels incomplete and spencer isn't interested to complete it, booting out the door, except he lingers for a bit and awkwardly turns around, hand on the frame. you are already looking at him when he looks at you.

you and spencer are never this awkward, never this hesitant and strange. the tension that suffocates your room feels like signature first-date-tension, the kind of nervous excitement and tip-toeing blind lovers and uncertainty.

"are you sure?"

i'd rather you stay. you push the response away. "i am."

"you have medicine right?"

you do have medicine. for a brief moment, you want to lie about it; want to say that you ran out this morning and then he would run to the store for you and return and then spend more time in your insufferable, sickly presence. you brush the thought away within a second. never in a million years do you want to bother spencer, especially not with a thing as selfish as that. maybe it's because of your biased vision but spencer is looking like he's desperate to leave, practically screaming for outlet at the door. it's time you let him go and indulge in the worst sleep you'll ever have.

"yeah," you say, clearing your throat. "i do."

"okay," spencer says. "i'll go."

"thanks," you add awkwardly. "for the soup. and for coming."

"'course" spencer says absentmindedly, lingering at the door frame but not looking at you in particular, not looking at anything. he snaps back and sends you a wave. spencer has a power to him where everything he does looks unplanned, like he's doing it against his own will.

he leaves. if you had change your mind and ask for him to come back, for him to stay, he would've. no hesitation. but you didn't, and he wiggles back in his broken in converses and return back to the bau with no elevator partner.

maybe another day.

a/n: sorry for the ending, this was getting too long so i had to cut it short 😓😓but i think it's kinda fitting! lmk if you guys want a part 2 <3

#spencer reid #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds #criminal minds fandom #matthew gray gubler #mgg #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid angst #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fluff #my works

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amethystfairy1 · 26 days

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I JUST READ THE NEWEST CHAPTER OF SIGHTLINE SUNRISE AND broooo....... tango's crop top being an accidental assassination attempt was NOT on my bingo card but I AM THRIVING WITH IT......

god... zed buddy there's no saving you.... no level of feather falling could save you from how down bad he is......

also tango just cannot catch a BREAK can he?? keeps getting picked up like a pile of grapes, silly man I love him

and now I'm imagining how doc and zed meeting would go as well like. that would be so funny to me specifically but terrifying for just about everyone else involved

you've inspired me to try to draw humanoids, so take a tango

and also a weapon of destruction

I gave tango earrings because I think he deserves them as a little treat. like with all those glass beads he makes, why not?

OH MY STARS I ADORE HIMMMMM

AHHHHHH HES SO CUTEEEEE

Nah Zed is doomed. Doomed doomed doomed. He’s so down bad for Tango and Tango has no clue what taking off his vest has done, he nearly killed his new friend because he wears a CROP TOP

I love his little earrings! And his little goggles are ADORABLE!!!

I can’t help having people keep snatching Tango off the ground to all of his friends Tango is just a fiery little kitten that they want to cuddle and he just has to deal with that 😂

I LOVE THIS TANGO ART THO HE’S SOOOO CUTE

Local biotech researcher found dead after blaze-born proves to be too hot, and not in the way you’re thinking. 😆

Also you’re very good at drawing humanoids because this lil Tango looks AMAZING!!!!

Zed and Doc meeting is gonna be…an event. I will say that. 😆

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS LITTLE CUTIE I ADORE HIMMMMM! 💖💖💖

#fanfic #ao3 fanfic #through the sky blue cracks #hermitcraft #traffic smp #tangotek #zedaph #art #fanart #zedango

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finniestoncrane · 6 months

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Since I'm being Riddler this year for Halloween it made me think uhhhhh how would the Riddlers react to reader wearing their outfit? Also love your writing btw Finnie :>💚

Wearing Their Outfit

Riddler Headcanons AH thank you lil bug!! and a happy halloween everyone but especially everyone who is dressing up as the riddler in one capacity or another 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: some suggestive stuff, nothing explicit i don't... think

arkham

regardless of which outfit you steal from him, the suit, the sweater vest, or the ratty vest and shirt combo he's gonna be annoyed. quite annoyed actually

you're sullying them! you don't deserve to wear them! what if people mistake you for him? he can't have that kind of damage to his reputation

so you better remove them, right now. and he doesn't care if you're then left naked and embarrassed, that's your problem. and it'll serve nice as an apology to him to get to see you in that state

zero year

he gets what you were going for, imitation is after all the greatest form of flattery and he can't deny that he deserves all the compliments in the world

but this is the wrwong way to please him, because here you are putting on more clothes, when he would rather you remove all clothes

the hat, however... that can stay on actually. you might have to hold on to it though, because he can't guarantee he'll be gentle with you

unburied

one of the very few times he has ever felt genuine adoration for you outside of his dry, sarcastic way of showing affection was when you borrowed his sweater

the one barbara gave him to wear, stained with his blood, torn and ripped and damaged, but a comfort item for him

and to see you all cosy and wrapped up in it, he can't help but consider that you might even be cuter than he is. but only just!

btas

that hat suits you but his shirt is a little big. doesn't matter though, because for first time in his life he's confused! he doesn't really know what to do

first of all, it seems to strange that something can be cute and sexy at the same time? you can't make his heart skip a beat and his cock hard at the same time, surely?

well, if anyone can, it's you. but that begs the question: what does he do next? smoosh your cheeks together? or... bend you over and clap the other set of cheeks?

dano

he'd lose his god damn mind, regardless of what you have underneath that coat, because his imagination is already running wild

just think how delightful it would be to peel back that mask while he was inside of you, revealing your face in pure ecstacy

even better if you were splattered in the blood of his enemies, but hey he's not going to be picky. the jacket and the boots are plenty

twojar

oh fuck yeah, because here's the thing about that outfit: the shirt isn't unbuttoned, it just doesn't have buttons

which means if you're wearing it he's getting a solid look at your chest, always a positive for him because getting to see any part of your body makes his day

but it proves a bit distracting for him while he's working on his overthrow of joker, so contrary to his desires, you might need to cover up

gotham

can we stay with sweet eddie? season 1 eddie? losing his mind over walking in on you in one of the labs wearing his lab coat, some rubber gloves, and his spare glasses?

the blushing, the flustered stuttering as he tries to ask what you're doing, knowing full well exactly what your intentions are but still finding it hard to believe

because how could this possibly be real? since this is exactly the same thing he dreamed about the ight before. and the night before that. and the night before that. and the night...

#finnie writes #riddler x reader #riddler x you #riddler headcanon #riddler scenario #gotham riddler #arkham riddler #dano riddler #zero year riddler #batman unburied riddler #bu riddler #twojar riddler #riddler #the riddler #btas riddler

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blenselche · 1 month

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thing to throw in ch4

show simon should have kept comic simon's ponytail IM RIGHT

"..." Simon comes to a decision and takes Finn's arms in his hands, directing him to sit as he crouches low in front of him, gaze searching over his upset, ruddy face. "I can at least return the favor you did me, let me help." Finn lets out a startled, loud laugh at that. "Help!?" His face bursts open, looking manic with wide, bloodshot eyes. "I didn't help you! I-" a deep breath speeds out of him, slumping back into himself, slurring "Simon, c'mon, man. Th's a waste of y'r time." "Finn," Simon's voice cracks watching his nostrils flare as this person he witnessed grow up tries so hard to keep it together. "You're never a waste of my time. I'm only here because of your efforts." He sighs, then slaps his knees and stands abruptly. "Up we go. You have a very nasty cut on your shin." Finn's face cants as he casts a look to his leg, grunting. "Thwacked m'self with th'axe earlier, forgot, didn'feel it." He lets himself be corralled into his cabin with heavy, stumbling feet, directed to sit on the edge of his cot as Simon vanishes into his bathroom. "Don' have first aid, s'fer scrubs," he calls. "Ah, is that so?" Simon's sardonic chuckle floats down the hall. The sink runs and Finn collapses onto his back, drowsy eyes staring a hole into the roof as he argues with himself mentally over letting someone see him like this. "This will have to do, then." Finn feels his leg dampen and he leans up on his elbows, a hot stone of guilt drops into his stomach at what the other man is wrapping his wound in. "Not'cher cute lil vest, man," he whines. "I have other waistcoats, Finn, you have a limited number of limbs left to lose." He motions for his friend to turn himself into the mattress properly. "Come on, don't be difficult," he instructs, rolling the bear skin up and sliding it under Finn's leg to elevate it before dragging a wooden folding chair to the bedside, taking a seat and placing his moistened handkerchief beneath blonde bangs. "Now, why are you day drinking and demolishing your home?" "M'not- m'not wreckin' it, jus' needs t'be replaced." "And you're inebriated at two in the afternoon why?" Simon repeats the dodged half of the question with careful patience. Finn stares at him sadly. "Always am," he lets slip with a shameful slide of the eyes downward, Simon's brows jump into his hairline. "I get up an' drink enough so th'shakes leave. Get all my shit outta th'way, beer at lunch. Ignore Preeb's calls'n break into th'homebrew at dinner. Kinda jus'... skipped a few steps t'day." "... why today? Your m- ah," Simon stutters, "the Minervabot I see asked that I check on you on this date, specifically. Is there significance for you?" He quiets for a moment before uttering "there is for me, though you know that already." Finn's face screws up as his whole body jerks from a dry sob he swallows down, feelings tearing his insides to shreds. He weighs if he should admit the truth, if anyone could understand it's Simon but he doesn't want to put that on his shoulders, not when this is the day he lost Betty. "Finn?" He takes a soppy, shuddering breath in and holds it, then whimpers "he died t'day," almost silently through clenched teeth as the muscle of his jaw jumps. Simon grasps his hand gently, rubbing a thumb over his knuckles, politely ignoring the stress-sweat coating his palm. "Who did?" Finn blinks the tears from his eyes and rolls them back, pounding his chest as he tries to calm down. He points at himself and twirls his hand vaguely, throwing a thumb out the window towards a tree, unable to say his name.

#keep yourself au #finn mertens #simon petrikov #srsly tho his comic design is 100x better

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aroacesetitoff · 3 months

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Infinight Interns Reference Sheet + Headcanons

Bartholomew Finn

-Vest of Slow Descent-i made it green based off his canon design and then gave it "feathered" hems to allude to its ability

-pre-Draconic Transformation Bart-gave him silver jewelry and the only draconic traits are gold freckles, fangs, and shorter horns

-post-Draconic Transformation Bart-gold jewelry to match with his dad (Simsun), and of course claws and scales and larger horns

-boatswain's call whistle-a reference to the Jebediah + Capt. Marge

-gave him the thigh dagger sheath-cause why not. I think Bart's that character in movies that has a shit ton of knives hidden in the most improbable places

-he's got a 17 string lute, but lets be honest i aint drawing 17 strings. painted a wave design on the body and the soundhole/rosette has a dagger design

-Breath Diagem/lute pick ftw

-scars on his hands (from doing hot boi sailor shit)

-not shown but i think he's got a bunch of tattoos (like "I <3 Mom" for Marge, flowers for Gum Gum, crossed anchors, etc.)

-pupils are slitted like dragons and a very dark shade of blue

Kyborg the Mighty/Kydelius of Everwinter

-Fun Fact: i used to do archery! so some of his gear is based off of stuff I had. But you know cooler

-Canonically his hair pretty loose, and its pretty but my god its gonna get caught up in his bowstring man. braided/tied it back for practicality

-thigh highs. no notes

-gave him an armored version w/ fur because his current design didn't feel like Everwinter-y enough

-its not terribly visible but he has the Belt of Sick Trick so i put a bird on it (vaguely Tony Hawk reference)

-the Longer Bow Krystallina-gave it a snow fall design + red accents

-scars from archery, since this guy shoots barebow

-the left (flesh arm) side is the most armored and unscarred, and the right (metal arm) side is scarred + unprotected (bc u know its metal)

-pupils are really dark shade of red as a reference to the Source Diagem

-metal arm-i took an anatomy class not a robotics one, so the structure is based off human musculature (kinda) and i put the Source Diagem in his shoulder instead of his hand

Gum Gum Galindor

-star boi 🌟

-constellations on the inside of the brim of his hat that Bart sewed for him-(Bart's a sailor, he knows his constellations)

-the flowers (orange @ blue) on his hat represent him & Bart. The orange ones bigger bc u know thats his big bro right there

-the hoodie+pauldron+cross body strap combo is a direct copy of Bart's design bc thats what younger siblings do u know

-made the patches to repair his coat stars bc why not

-Random Axe of Kindness-the cute lil heart does not detract from the fact that its an axe

-timeskip design i went for a gardener vibe bc he works in the Orchidnage now-i think despite having the worst dad of the group, Gum Gum would be a pretty good father figure

-Staff of Flowers-i wanted to reference Dia w/ this one so I tried to have this be the most colorful part

-Bart pierced his ears at one point

-i gave him constellation freckles that showed up post Dia reveal

-he has his manacles yeah but i wanted to design friendship bracelets for the rest of the team

-Mudd's-green thread with pink & white flower beads-the charm is Gumbo

-Bart's-leather cord with blue & gold beads and an anchor charm

-Kyborg's-brown leather cord, green beads, and a red arrow charm

-made his pupils a lighter shade of blue that glows when he uses Wild Magic

-edit: lots of scars, some from fighting, a lit from just tripping and shit. Also a dog bite from that one time

Mudd Bramblecrack

-i love him but it was so hard to come up with a design

-the pink streak keeps moving bc im inconsistent and also bc he has to redye/cut his hair constantly

-the "fur" cloak is the Cloak of the Secluded Garden, and its actually pine leaves & grass

-gave him a very simple tunic w/ a bramble design bc we would try to disguise his noble bg

-i put Mudd in a kilt bc i have free will and also he's Scottish. I dont think he would ever wear one unless for formal occasions tho bc i think they take a while to put on

-Gumbo :) + badger armor -this ones very specifically inspired by Lonna Bowstripe from the Redwall series

-originally had the purple gems on his tunic, made em earrings instead bc thats cooler

-Bramblecrack signet (?) ring-also the Virtues Diagem. Both this and his earring are purple bc its an ace reference (for me). The ring is definitely an ace reference bc i made it a black metal and put it on his right middle finger (ifykyk)

-pink paw pads + talons-less of a firbolg thing, more of a Moon Druid thing

-eyes are a rlly dark shade of green but glow a brighter shade when Wildshaping

-pupils are a rlly dark shade of purple (Diagem ref) and also horizontal like cows

Okay I think that's everything. If not ill just come back and edit it 🤷. working on the OG Infinights next so stay tuned or whatever

#my art #tales from the stinky dragon #tftsd #bartholomew finn #stinkydragonpod #mudd bramblecrack #kyborg the mighty #gum gum galindor #headcanons

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eliiilamar · 9 months

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YUHHH THE FINISHED PRODUCT OF THE LIL HOBIE THING I DID THE OTHER DAY 😩🫶🏻

Height Difference.

hobie x short/ chubby fem! reader.

WARNINGS: light smut (nun too serious, a lil thigh kissing and marking, a lil chest kissing and marking) no use of y/n, and hobie being a lil ass🫶🏻, and reader is bi. good stuff is under the cut.

enjoyyyy<3

You walked around the show hall, calling softly.

“Hobie?”

You couldn't see him anywhere. That is, until you heard a distant, "Yes?!" He seemed annoyed.

You looked up to see him sitting on top of a large speaker high up on the wall. "What do you want?"

Your eyes widened as you looked up at him before putting your focus on a stray seam in your skirt and picking at it.

“Uhm… You okay?”

He sighed.

“I’m fine. I just had to get some space. That's all." He glanced down at you. "Why are you calling for me?"

“You were just not with everyone else.”

You finally got the seam out. “Also, do I look okay?” You gesture to your outfit, which consisted of an old cropped band tee that hugged your breasts nicely, a red and black plaid skirt, a denim sleeveless vest, a studded belt around your waist, and black hightop platform heels.

"You look fine," Hobie said nonchalantly. He tilted his head back against the wall.

"Why do you care about how you look anyways?"

“Cus… It’s my first show with you guys. You lot have done this before. I haven’t. I wanna look decent, at the very least.”

You play with a coil of your hair anxiously.

"Don't fret it too much," Hobie said, "If you look too good, the girls might go crazy for you."

He smirked.

“Wouldn’t want that, would you?”

You roll your eyes and mutter.

“The guys don’t go crazy for me, I wouldn’t mind having a lil girl on girl action with another female. At least it’s something.”

"...You're Bi?"

Hobie seemed surprised by this answer.

“Yea.”

Hobie thought for a moment.

"You know, I'm bi too." Hobie looked at you, seeming to ponder.

"If you're looking for something..." He looked to the crowd, where they were setting up the equipment.

"Want to come up here and, y'know..."

You raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Come up there and what?”

"And... you know..." Hobie leaned forward, looking right at you.

"You and me... alone together."

He smirked back, eyes piercing though you. You rolled your eyes and tried to climb up with a huff. But you were short, and had tiny legs.

Hobie looked at you with pure amusement.

"Aww, you poor thing. What, can't reach me up here?" He scooted forward, getting closer to you. His face now closer to yours.

You scowled at him and pouted. “Not everyone can be frost giants like you, Hobie.”

He got closer, now sitting on the edge of the speaker and looking down at you.

"I'll make an exception for you, you tiny thing." He smirked, putting a hand out for you to take.

You take his hand, a small pout still on your plump lips. Hobie lifted you over his shoulder with ease, getting a nice view as he put you down beside him on the speaker. He smirked.

"See? Even frost giants make exceptions." In a smooth motion, he reached his arm around you and pulled you in close.

"We could hang out here for a while..."

You roll your eyes, your cheeks flushing lightly. “What are you smirking about?”

"Hm? What, you want me to say it?" Hobie smirked.

He pulled you back tighter around him, your head now resting against his chest. "I thought you were all tough, but look at you now."

“How am I supposed to be tough though? I’m short, and chubby. Not much toughness to have.”

"Hey, you might be cute and short, but I wouldn't say you're chubby. You're perfectly thick."

Hobie put his head back against the wall, wrapping the other arm around you to hold you more firmly.

He sighed, "God, why is this so comfy?"

You smile and lean into his chest a bit more, bringing your hand to the one that was wrapped around you and lacing your fingers with his.

Hobie's face turned pink as he blushed a bit, not expecting you to have put your hand on his.

He stayed silent for a moment, letting you lean in.

"Hey..." He said quietly.

“Hmm.”

You held your hand that was holding his up, noticing the difference in size. You turned his palm towards you and placed your palm on his, looking at the different lengths of your fingers.

His palm was about twice the size of yours, his fingers being longer than yours.

He stared down to see what you were doing, and chuckled when he noticed.

"You like the difference in our sizes?" A smirk curled up on his face.

“ ‘S not funny. Makes me feel tiny. But also… Safe, at the same time.”

You had a slight pout on your lips as you took one of your fingers and traced along the lines of his palm. “You’re so much bigger than me, you know? You could probably do whatever you wanted.”

His blush got more noticeable as what you were saying hit in. He gulped.

"I... You know I like being in control," He looked at you with a smirk, "But I wouldn't do 'whatever'.

"After all, I have a thing for... tiny little things."

You looked up at him, giving him doe eyes as the color of your irises and the brown of his clashed.

“Yea? Well… If you wouldn’t do ‘whatever’, what would you do?”

His face got more and more pink, his tone getting quieter and quieter. "I uh... I... Well... You know..." He said, his voice being a whisper at this point.

Hobie looked at you and swallowed one last time.

"I'd rather not say..."

“Cmon.”

You smirked, your heavy gaze traveling to his lips for just a split second.

“Tell me. Use your words, Hobie.”

He looked at you and sighed.

"Well... I... You're so cute... I'd want to..." He swallowed.

He looked at you and raised a single eyebrow as he stared down at you. "I want to make out with you..." His cheeks were bright red at this point.

You smirk, your cheeks flushed as you turn around, still sitting in between his legs. “You do?”

He smirked, his gaze being right down at your lips.

Hobie nodded, still with that smug look on his face. "I want to make out with you, so, so bad..."

You sat down, your lips slightly parted, and your already thick thighs squishing together with the movement, making your skirt ride up, exposing the soft, plush skin of your thighs.

“I want the same.” You were breathless, and spoke quietly.

Hobie looked down at you, noticing your skirt and looking back up at you. He smirked.

"Oh, do you?~ Then we'll make it that way..." Hobie leaned in close, wrapping both of his arms around you.

"You are so... soft..." His free hand came down and began to caress your thick thighs.

You flushed and looked at his lap for a second.“Can I- Ahem. Can I sit? I-in your lap?”

"You want..." He had a devious smirk on his face. "...To sit on my lap?"

Hobie chuckled, looking down at you with a mischievous grin. "Don't blame me if I can't control myself, alright?~"

You nodded and climbed into his lap, straddling him. You tried your best to keep your weight off of him as much as possible, feeling too heavy.

"Hey, don't worry." He said softly, caressing your thighs again. "I like my girls a little thick anyways."

"I'm enjoying this." He said, his voice being low. Hobie smirked, still caressing your thighs.

I placed my hands on his chest, drawing small circles on his pectoral muscles through his shirt.

“ ‘M not too heavy, right?” You kept your eyes averted, embarrassed that you might be hurting him.

Hobie chuckled, "You're adorable. No you're not too heavy. In fact... I like this."

Hobie kept touching your thighs, his hands now moving to your hair and gently stroking it.

"I can tell you're nervous. Why?~"

“Cus… I’m bigger than most girls. I don’t wanna be doing something with you and end up like… hurting you.”

You kept your eyes on the speaker below you as you spoke. “That’s always been a fear of mine. It’s why I’ve barely done anything. I had a boyfriend once, he asked me to uhm… R-ride him, but then told me I was too heavy.”

He smirked and kissed one of your ears.

"Well, you don't have to worry about me... In all honesty... I'm really enjoying this."

He placed both of his hands on your legs, lightly sliding them back and forth. "I mean, just look at those legs... They're gorgeous."

Hobie's voice was almost a whisper as he spoke. "I could eat them up..."

“R-really?”

Your face was flushed, and your pink lips slightly parted and sparkly from your lipgloss.

He smirked and nodded. "Oh yeah..."

Hobie looked up at your lips and his smirk grew. "And I've got my eye on something else..."

He looked back down at your thighs as he squeezed them."Y'know, I'm getting thirsty..."

Once again his tone was in a whisper.

“Then get a drink.”

Your lashes brushed your cheeks as your eyes went half lidded, gaze glued onto his hands that stayed on your thighs.

Hobie glanced up and saw your half-lidded, lustful eyes. He chuckled and said, "That's not the thirst I'm talking about, sweetheart..."

He squeezed your thighs and turned his head, kissing one of your legs. "God, those thighs look so succulent... Can I have a taste?"

You nodded your head, and bit your lip softly.

You felt Hobie's lips press against your thigh. They stayed there for a moment, and then, they began to slide... up and up and up... inching their way up. Your eyes widened and your breathing became heavier, your face a deep scarlet.

Hobie looked up to you, his eyes staring into yours. "You're liking this, aren't you, sweetheart?"

You whimper quietly, your nails digging into your palm as you nodded.

His tongue pushed out of his mouth, tasting your thick thigh as he pressed his lips against your skin once again. "God, you taste... amazing..."

He slid his tongue out again, making it slide even higher. "Don't be shy now, love, let me taste you all~"

“Mnh- H-Hobie~” His tongue continued to slowly slide up your thigh, eventually reaching your stomach.

He stayed there for a moment, staring at you as if asking for permission to continue. "Please, love... Let me...?"

You nodded and sighed happily. “G-go ahead.”

His tongue touched your stomach for a moment and you felt it wiggle a bit before retracting again. "That was nice.... but... I want more."

His tongue shot out once more, sliding slowly towards your chest. "May I..?"

“Yea.”

His tongue touched your chest for a moment before sliding up towards your neck, licking and tasting the skin. Hobie looked up at you as he licked.

He then slid his tongue down the side of your neck, his free hand now moving to grab the back of your head, holding you in place as he continued to lick.

You hum and tug on your shirt lightly. “You want it off, Hobie?”

Hobie didn't say anything, but instead slid his tongue up along your chin. You could feel it touch your bottom lip and he stayed there for a moment.

Hobie was blushing like crazy, unable to speak as he stared at your lips so close to his tongue.

You kissed him softly before lifting the shirt over your head, revealing your breasts in a light pink lingerie bra, with a small red ribbon in the center.

Hobie looked down at your breasts, his face still warm as he stared and his jaw dropped.

"Holy... they're nice..."

You giggle softly and blush. “Thank you.”

Hobie's face got even more red as his eyes darted back to your eyes. He was speechless, still holding your head in place as he stared right at you.

"They're..."

He cleared his throat.

"God, I'm drooling... Could I... Taste?"

You nod, a light blush settled on your cheeks, and you smiled softly. The rest of the world faded away, and Hobie brought his lips down to the soft skin of your chest, sucking and biting softly.

You bit back a noise at his touch, and he moved around your chest, leaving blooming hickeys in his wake. Bringing your hands to his shoulders, you let your head fall back, and he went to go pull the strap of your bra down.

“Oi! The bloody hell are the two of ya doin’?”

You jump at the sound of your bassist’s voice, and scrambled to pull your shirt back over your head, an embarrassed flush covering your face. Hobie, however, just sighed, annoyed at the interruption.

“What’s it look like I’m doin’, mate? You’re interrupting.”

He glared down at your bandmate, and yo buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“I have zero fucks to give. Get your asses down here, we have a sound check that needs to be done. And be quick about it, yeah?”

Hobie scoffed and pushed you off of him gently, climbing off the speaker and holding his arms out to help you down.

You both walk to the stage, holding each other’s pinkies, him looking smug, you looking highly mortified that the two of you were caught.

“I was probably too loud, I’m sorry, Hobie.”

“ ‘S okay, love.”

He leaned in, smirk deepening.

“I’ll just have to finish what I started later.”

#Spotify #spiderman across the spiderverse #marvel #spiderman #hobie x y/n #across the spiderverse #hobie brown x reader #he’s literally my husband #hobie spiderverse #x reader

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gluevah · 7 months

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Got some mail today! My Bigfoot from Build-A-Bear arrived today, along with two cute shirts c: I also got a Jellycat Wilf Wolf on Amazon.

The Bigfoot is so cute! He has such a sweet face (especially after I changed his eyes lol) and I love his little paw pads and tiny ears. His paws crinkle! He's really fluffy and soft, his fur reminds me of the first werewolf. It's very shaggy, and a bit thin. Lots of little crispy bits that I need to go through and remove though lol.

Wilf Wolf is one I've wanted for awhile, but I had heard he was retired and selling for a lot so I wasn't holding my breath. But someone on reddit mentioned that Amazon had them, so I debated for like 10 minutes, and then bought him. He is literally the softest plush I've ever touched, omg. The fur is so thick and plush, even parting it I can't really see the backing clearly. I also love the fabric on his face/paws/ears, it's one of my favorite textures! He looks really cute in the lil mushroom sweater vest.

I don't know what to name them yet but I'll think of some good ones! C:

#build a bear #build a bear workshop #buildabear #jellycat #bigfoot #werewolf #wolf #wolves #plush #plushie #stuffed animals #stuffies #wilf wolf

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his-red-right-hand · 20 days

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his red right hand, Chapter Eight

Notes taken from a legal pad:

Went in to her place at lunch. Didn’t even need to use the spare key, she left the backdoor unlocked. Got the panties she was wearing when I stabbed her. A nice souvenir for me. Fucked with her records again, put some of my favourites up at the top. Rifled through her drawers a little bit, although most of her clothes seem to live on the floor. That’s just a fucking tripping hazard, gonna have to remember that for future.

Managed to get a couple of pictures of her working from across the street, Philly has enough zoom on her base lens to get some nice ones of her bored on the phone. She’s real cute with that lil vest of hers on. Looking forward to finishing this day at the office and catching up with my girl this evening.

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I think she’s asleep on the couch.

I know she’s not dead because she’s shifted a bit, but I’ve been here for hours and she’s not doing anything. No music on, no tv playing, no lights on.

Oh babe, you’re running the risk of boring me. Where’s all those self destructive urges?

Fuck it. I’m gonna call her.

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Oh, she is waaaaaay more fucked up than I thought she was.

Got a very nice polaroid of her panties covered in my cum, because she’s pretty when she knows I’m watching her. Extra pretty when she shows me the stitches I gave her. Looking forward to digging my fingers into the flesh there. Will she cry because it hurts, or because she likes it?

The fact that she was stoned as hell the entire time though put a definite damper on the whole evening for me though. How am I meant to fuck with her head when it’s already fucked with?

I just told her to go to bed, and she did. Such a good girl for me. Put a light on for me, which is cute. Took one of her sleeping pills as well, so I just headed in after waiting a little bit. Not like she’s made it hard for me, she left the back door wide open. Heck, if anything having me around is gonna keep her safer.

Not that she probably cares about that, little miss self destruct.

Gotta admit, it was real hard not to just curl up in the bed behind her, rub one out against her thighs. Stuck with taking a few pictures of her sleeping, her lips were all pouty which was extra cute, can’t wait to see them stretched around my cock. Smelled her hair a bit. You know, romantic shit. Drugs had her deep enough that I probably could’ve fucked her right there without her stirring, but I want her awake the first time I take her.

Turned the light off for her, so when she wakes up she’ll know I came in to see her. Left the polaroid of her panties on the coffee table. It’ll be a shame to not have it any more, but at least I have the panties to commemorate it. And she does deserve a token of my appreciation.

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Watched her for a bit during my lunch break today. Then I headed in to see her. Well, Jed did. Wasn’t planning to, not so soon. But she’s like an itch I just gotta scratch.

Cornered her in the True Crime section, almost lost my composure as I made her jump. Wanted to rip off the choker she’s been wearing to cover up the cuts I put on her neck. Cover her in so many bruises there that nothing she could wear would hide them. Oh, and that smile as she saw who it was. So complimentary of Jed, wanted to say thank you for not dragging her name into my article. Like I’d want to share her with anyone else. Can you imagine the kind of hounding she’d get from all the people trying to work out why she got to live when no one else ever has? Absolutely not.

She offered to go out for drinks, but I dismissed that straight away. Bars are too noisy, too busy. Which is exactly why I hunt in them. But getting one on one time with my girl? By far the wrong setting. And I technically didn’t lie to her, I don’t drink when I go out. I have far more important things to focus on. And I really don’t want to have to share her with anyone else.

But I did get her to take me to lunch. And Papa Johnson didn’t raise his boy to turn down a free lunch. The conversation I got out of her though? So opinionated, didn’t know she had it in her but I like it.

She’s so dismissive of others in my field, but me? She compared me to The Miner. A Legend. Spoke at length about how they’re never going to catch me. How I’m too good, even if the cops weren’t a bunch of idiots who can’t barely tell which end of their guns to point at the other guy. And she hit the nail right on the head about where I hunt people. I just want to crack her skull open and pick through that weird little brain of hers. See if I’m in there as deep as she’s in mine.

Don’t like that she’s had to deal with creeps coming to leer at her whilst she’s working. Can’t see why anyone would want anything to do with the other two she was working with. Although they were trying damn hard to get a look at me as we were leaving for lunch. I know my girl’s a shut in, but was it that unusual for her?

It was a good lunch, wish it had gone on for longer. It would’ve, if I wasn’t fucking interrupted. Gonna find out who double booked the staff photographer, see if they end up having a little accident. I’m gonna be late to following her home because of this shit. Small bright side is the extra cash from filling in means I’ll be able to afford to fix my car’s AC. Starting to get uncomfortably warm here. Roseville’s been great for executing my designs, but next time I’m picking somewhere less fucking humid.

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I called her work. I know it’d only been a couple of hours, but I couldn’t resist. And she was into it. I could tell. Plus, had to set up some expectations for tonight. Want her fully present and in her right mind for this. As much as my girl has a right mind. She’s just so fucked up already, I wanna see what happens when I start to press on her. Gonna bend her how I want her, see what cracks start to form. Gonna make me the only thing she fucking thinks about. That’s when I’ll kill her. Gotta work up a design that’s just as pretty as she is. I’ll admit I’ve been having trouble with coming up with one. Every time I start to think of something, it’s just not good enough. Just doesn’t get the point across right.

Fuck, I wish I could’ve been watching her on the phone though. See her face as she realised it was me calling. Did she smile like she does for Jed, or did she freeze up, not wanting the other one to see how much I thrill her? Because I did, I could hear it in her voice. She’s not scared of me. Normally I’d find that insulting, but she wants me to visit her so bad I think I can find it in myself to forgive her.

I think she’s more scared of me leaving her alone than anything else. I wouldn’t, couldn’t do that. Not to my girl. But she doesn’t have to know that. She’s already been such a dirty girl for me when I’ve just asked her to do something. What would she do with motivation?

More importantly, what’s she going to do tonight? She knows I’m coming for her. Doubt she’d do something as stupid as call the police, but I’ll scope her place out first just to make sure. Can’t be too safe after all. Will she dress up for me? Make herself pretty? That’s a nice idea, but I do kinda like her as she is. World weary and taken by ennui. And something about her wandering around just in those big t shirts really does something for me.

But something started between us that night we first met. And I’ve been so attentive to her. More so than any other useless asshole in her life. And tonight? Tonight we work out precisely what we have. And I intend to take my time, to thoroughly work through it with her. Going over it repeatedly.

And maybe then I can get back to my list.

#danny johnson #ghostface x reader #danny johnson x reader #ghostface #dbd ghostface #dbd #dead by daylight #fiction

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i-write-boop-spoops · 2 years

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Dating Steven Stone in college! headcanons

zoinks! crawling out of the hell hole that is college to post some cute stuff about college (well mostly about stevie but anyways)

no warnings, just cute slice of life stuff :)

Enjoy!

Ah yes

Steven Stone

The somewhat eccentric, very handsome geology major, profficent battler and Devon heir

And you

His cute, frazzled, always fretting over assignments, s. o.

You two have a very sweet relationship

It’s actually Steven’s first – and he is so earnest and soft about it

Meeting up for coffee after class

Missing your next one since you’re enjoying each other’s company so much

Spending late nights working on assignments

Or singing your hearts out at karaoke night at the student’s bar

Sitting quietly next to each other in the library, studying away

Holding hands under the table <3

He doesn’t live in the dorms

Instead he stays just off campus, in a quaint apartment he shares with Wallace

(At least his room is, Wallace is a whole other story haha)

But Steven, as you learn, is far less austencacious and showy than his elite peers

He dresses better than 99% of the professors

You know it’s getting cold when he cracks out the sweater vests

(Which he wears all of three days since Hoenn is so tepid lol)

Often, you find yourselves just blabbering on about cool things you learn/do in your classes, while the other listens patiently, absolutely in love

Literally you’ve given each other powerpoint presentations on yout favourite topics

His notes are immacula

Even if you share 0 classes, you love reading over his notes since they are so aesthetically pleasing

He uses gel pens!!! The sparkly ones!!!

The typical student, my man lives off pot noodles and take-out

I mean, he can afford the fancy, actually good-for-you take-out, but my point still stands

He’ll never let you go hungry, that’s for sure

Not only is he a member of the sailing club

He's the captain

Don’t worry if you haven’t before – he’s a great teacher

Or battling, which is quite a common activity on campus

You think his Metang is pretty close to evolving!

Steven is always buying things for you

Textbooks, lunch, clothes, cute stationary, whatever

You, are broke

But you still do your best to give thanks to him

Like making him food, helping him study, getting him snacks

You got him a littleplush Drillbur keyring for his bag and he loves it!

He likes to give it lil squeezes

Is there a break coming up? Classes cancelled on Monday?

Steven’s offering to take you somewhere amazing!

Whether it’s his father’s mansion

Or somewhere more exotic!

Skiing in Kalos

Relaxing under the Alolan sun

Taking tea in Wyndon

Though you do end up studying a tiny bit on these trips

Things are rough if Mr. Rock Nerd himself is calling you a nerd!

Your favourite place is this cute cottage you stayed at in Mossdeep

It’s his favourite place too

(It’d make a nice home someday)

((Plenty of space for R O C K S))

You end up graduating together

Ready to see what the future holds!

You know you’re in Joseph’s good books, since the proudly-displayed, framed photo he has of Steven on his graduation day, has you in it too!

He’s talking about taking a gap year before he continues his education

Maybe taking on the Hoenn League?

You support him fully, knowing he'll do great

Great enough to be champion though? That's something you didn't expect

#steven stone #steven stone x reader #champion steven #champion steven x reader #steven stone headcanons #champion steven headcanons #silver haired dreamboat #fluff

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beelsbignaturals · 10 months

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Are requests open? I'd like to ask for Purgatory Hall (Simeon, Solomon and Luke) with a Diona!MC. Either GN or Female, I don't mind.

time to copy and paste Wikipedia info muehehe

Diona Kätzlein is a playable Cryo character in Genshin Impact.

Despite being a bartender at the Cat's Tail, she loathes alcohol and will stop at nothing to ruin Mondstadt's wine industry — a feat easier said than done when her patrons absolutely love her drinks. She is the daughter of Draff, a hunter in Springvale.

The incredibly popular bartender of the Cat's Tail tavern, rising star of Mondstadt's wine industry, and the greatest challenger to its traditional powerhouses.

A feisty feline young lady from Springvale, any drink mixed by Diona's hand tastes delicious beyond belief.

Yet given her extreme distaste for alcohol, is her talent a blessing or a curse?

According to her father Draff, Diona is in a bit of a rebellious phase. While Diona adores her father and idolized him in her youth, witnessing his change in personality while drunk shattered the pedestal she put him on — and started her vendetta against alcohol. She despises just about anyone who indulges in alcohol, apart from Lisa and Eula.

Although Diona has the option of literally destroying the industry, she chose not to, instead opting to do so by plummeting the industry's reputation by becoming a bartender and serving terrible drinks. Unfortunately for her, her long-forgotten childhood friend, the Spring Fairy, blessed her with a magic touch that makes all of her drinks delicious, regardless of how noxious the ingredients used are, and she herself is unaware of this.

In her voiceovers, Diona proves to be a classic tsundere and is very naïve. She worries over the Traveler's ability to get home safely without night vision and offers to escort them home until they remind her that street lamps exist, after which she quickly denies ever having offered escorting them. She blames Diluc for her father's problems, even though the Dawn Winery had existed well before him or his father, and fails to see why the fans she and Barbara gets are drastically different. She also appears to have attachment issues and craves companionship, implied to be a result of Draff neglecting her when he's in his drunken stupors. She genuinely enjoys the company of those who have earned her trust, such as Klee and the Traveler, finding comfort in the Traveler's touch even begs them not to leave her and "become another dream". Although she displays many cat-like mannerisms, such as her love for fish, naps, hatred of vegetables and water, and tendency to meow, purr, and bite when angry, she hates being referred to as a cat in this regard. Also true to her feline nature, she is implied to be astraphobic, as well as aquaphobic.

Diona's center bangs are pulled into a stiff, upwards pigtail at the front of her head.

Diona wears a large dark indigo cap, along with shorts of the same color with gold paw-print decorations. She also wears a dark midriff-baring sleeveless turtleneck shirt with an orange-yellow scarf, pale pink sleeves, a vest of the same color, and white gloves with light pink paw-like patterns on the undersides. In addition to this, she wears a cat collar with her initial written on the tag and an orange handkerchief tied around the base of her tail. Hanging from her waist is a cold drink canteen, attached to which is her Cryo Vision.

It's completely fine if you don't want to! (I'm so anxious because this is my first request ahahaha)

🐈🍷❄️

AN: Hi!! I love how your first time requesting is the first request I've gotten on this blog. It's like we are on a cute lil journey together! Sorry it's so short and that it took so long, I was really busy for the past month. Also, I wrote this as platonic because I'm pretty sure Diona is a child, and you didn't specify otherwise. Regardless, I hope you like it!

TW: alcohol mentions

🪽Simeon✒️

Simeon has basically adopted you. He thinks you are the cutest damn thing in the three realms.

Apparently your… attitude reminds him of how Mammon acted when he was an angel about the size of Luke.

You bring him drinks when he is writing and Simeon has begun to look forward to your little interruptions.

He's always willing to listen to you complain about your father. The advice he offers is usually pretty sound, if not a bit cryptic.

🪄Solomon🔮

First of all, you have saved many lives. Somehow your drinks are always the perfect cure for whatever the fuck Solomon has cooked.

He thinks you just like cooking with him. But no, you are on a goddamn mission.

Honestly he is really intrigued by this.. blessing of yours. Solomon wants to study you�� he will try and replicate your strange power with… mixed results.

He tried to recreate your drink making abilities and… somehow ended up with cat ears instead. None of you let him live it down.

🍰Luke😇

Besties. You are 100% besties.

Tea parties where Luke bakes and you make drinks! Non alcoholic but still.

Your collective nickname is"the chihuahua and the cat". Neither of you are happy about this.

One time, you fell asleep in a pile of pillows, your tail wrapped around Luke's wrist. The two of you have stayed up past your bedtime to watch a new baking show, and it was only 20 minutes in when the pair of you dozed off. It took Simeon another 20 minutes to figure out how to take a picture of you guys. But with Solomon's help, this adorable moment is immortalized on Devilgram.

#om! shall we date #obey me mc #obey me x reader #obey me x platonic reader #shrimp writes #request #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me luke #obey me headcanons

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 6 months

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Silly little cafe job anon again !! I did actually see Buff Guy "Changbin" and Dark Academia "Seungmin" again! With different friend this time. They were in a group of four and "binnie" had definitely come from the gym this time. He still had on that sinful black compression shirt but this time he had a dark gray zip up like half zipped over it and these black joggers on that I think we're just a little bit too small bc when he sat down I could See His Thighs Very Well iykim. "Seungie" still had on the trenchcoat and the button up and the slacks but he also had on a cute lil chunky knit sweater vest on too. I'm ngl he looked like he would become a young hot professor like he had those vibes yk. The new third guy fr looked like he just woke up but like,, in a hot way. Like he had the just rolled out of bed nicely tousled hair, a random dark blue hoodie I think and the worst/best part was he had on The Gray Sweatpants... yeah... But he basically came in and ordered w his friends and when they all sat down he put in some headphones and started working on his laptop. Basically he screamed chan to me. The last fourth guy was my favorite tbh. He had on these cute straight leg jeans w like butterflies bleached onto them, a long sleeve mock neck white shirt, and a light blue button up on w daisies on it I think? It has some kind of tiny like garden print. So yeah very jinnie to me.

So "binnie" started the order train with "this might be a bit odd" and tbh he was right. He ordered a frozen lemonade w watermelon and strawberry in it. Now the cafe I work at is pretty chill abt ordering off the menu as long as you're willing to pay the extra for us staff having to come up w how to actually work it out, so a frozen lemonade w some extra fruit wasn't that hard. I think he also got a blueberry scone so he def likes fruit lol. "Seungie" got another flat white w an extra shot + cinnamon and one of our seasonal pumpkin spice muffins. "Channie" got like,, the oddest drink imo. He ordered just like a plain oolong tea, but when he got his drink he walked over to the little stand w all the sugar and creamer and I watched him pour literally 6 packets of sugar in there. Absolutely wild. "Jinnie" got a mint hot cocoa w extra marshmallows and a brownie I think.

So the way this cafe works is that if you order a pastry or a drink that can be made quickly we'll just give it to you at the counter but otherwise we'll make it and then bring it to wherever you've decided to sit. So I gave them all their pastries and they went and sat down while me and my coworker made the drinks. Now we used to have these metal trays you could use to carry large orders, but people kept stealing them or dropping and denting them so we got rid of them. So now I have to figure out how to carry these four drinks to this table without spilling anything bc I'm not gonna shout thru the cafe for them to come get their drinks right. As I'm staring at the drinks trying to figure out a good way to do this, "jinnie" comes up and asks if I need help. I guess either he or one of the other guys noticed my struggle and he came to help. Literally would have kissed him right then and there if I were braver. Anyway we both carry over their drinks and they all immediately thank me like idk maybe the bar is too low but I thought they were really sweet. So yeah I love my silly little cafe job bc then I get to see fine men who are also nice <3

God fucking dammit.

Of course Changbin man would get fruit lemonade. THAT TRACKS BECAUSE ITS CANON (Yuzu anyone?)

I love this.

Please always update us on your universe.

Cafe anon is now your handle unless you want something else! <3

#skz #stray kids #inbox #reply #stay #ask #moots #mutuals #anon #cafe anon #anonymous #sweet nonnie #my submissions #submission

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thoroughlychance · 1 year

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Ok so maybe I invented a gravity falls au.

Long story short, my brain said “Dipple and Maber” instead of the niblings and, while I’m not going to name them that because that’s stupid, I started wondering what would happen if I shuffled things around. Also, I don’t know what to do with Fiddleford so if anyone has ideas, let me hear them please.

This is swap!gravity falls. Including my art, which is mid (except dipper that’s a good dipper)

TLDR main swaps are Dipper/Mabel, Ford/Stan, and Wendy/Soos

M’sorry if the formatting is weird I did this in my notes app~

Dipper = sweater vests, braces, fashion, confidence, unicorns

Mabel = collared jacket, hat, nerves, brains, science

Soos = lesbian badass with a motorcycle and lots of knives. She’s just here cause it’s a decent job, and she only steps in when needed, but she is very protective of the kids.

Wendell = Dedicated & loyal teen who always does his best but he’s a little stupid. Also he has daddy issues. Crush-crazy bi dipper falls in love with Wendell. Wendell’s teen group is the outcasts, but in a very nerdy losery way. This includes Robin the band geek, Timmy the programmer, Kate and Bee the chess players, and Tabitha who could probably be cool and popular if she wanted.

Candy & Grenda = swapped, so little skinny candy does martial arts and big loud Grenda is a gaming streamer with glasses.

Ford got kicked out of home for being a freak, Stan dropped out of college, Ford fought his way through college with loans and scholarships and has a couple PHDs. Ford came to Stan’s tourist trap 30 years ago (which Bill helped build) to talk to him, Stan let him set up a lab in the basement, went down there after being manipulated by Bill and freaked at how big it was, fight, Stan turned on the portal and ended up falling in, now Ford has to run the shack and try to stabilize the portal so it can open a double-sided gateway for Stan to come back, also he convinced everyone that wym ‘Stanley’ it was always ‘Stanford’ and actually now he’d rather go by his full name or just ‘Ford’ thanks.

Ford = Grunkle 1, loves them kids, enthusiastic, uses mystery shack for money, curious, bullheaded, feels super fuckin bad about what happened, tries not to cuss in front of the kids but isn’t a very aware guy

Stan = Grunkle 2, immediately falls in love with the kids, very creative, fighter, a bit scared of being emasculated tbh, nemesis with Bill, total sailor’s mouth

Bill = what if Bill’s the same except he’s a fucking square? You fucking square.

Waddles is a cute lil round goat that Dipper fell in love with and stole, and there’s also a big silly pig named Gompers around

The kids have a lot more fun toys from the start because Grunkle Ford isn’t gonna tell them about the portal, but if his kids want magnet guns, they’re gonna get magnet guns.

Stanley wrote the journals, they’re just accounts of the weird shit he’s run into over time in Gravity Falls. Ford is using #3 to try to derive scientific information about the anomalous nature of the place, but Stan is so Not A Scientist ™ that it’s hard. Mabel finds journal #1 and it’s full of hastily drawn pictures and warnings like, instead of a scientific name and approximate diagrams, it’s “what the fuck is this??” and “fuckin huge!” And Mabel is adding more scientific/helpful labels, Like the gnomes (all girls) are in there as “annoying little shits” “punt them” “if there’s too many to punt, hide.” To which Mabel adds “LEAF BLOWER - VERY EFFECTIVE” and “CAN STACK TO BECOME LARGE CREATURE”

Ford is too chaotic for a journal so he just has stacks of binders full of BS. And again, he doesn’t tell the kids about the lab downstairs or the portal or anything, but he’s 100% willing to give them stuff, and he’s become a chronic liar over time in order to run the mystery shack, signing legal papers and taxes as Stanley but having people call him Stanford.

Anyways, the portal incident happens as normal, and when Stan comes out of the portal he absolutely punches his brother, but the response is “Okay, I might deserve that, but so do you” “Fair enough.” And a reciprocal punch. “So does anyone else know about your secret lab situation?” “Oh, just… the entire US government?” “WHAT?!” And suddenly Stan is the doer and Ford takes a backseat like they did as kids, when Stan would make all the friends for them and beat up the bullies and Ford would do his homework.

The “Billpocalypse,” as Stan so aptly named it, occurs when Mabel starts getting a lot of attention from both Grunkles for being smart and creative and Dipper gets upset and runs off, then gets tricked on promise of being “smarter.” Stan, as always, stands up to Bill and has problems for it, and when the bubble around the town gets discovered, claims that he knows what’s causing it and how to destroy it, not wanting real-scientist Ford to get captured or anything. Dipland is full of candy and unicorns and everyone is equally smart, and Mabel breaks him out by explaining that her intelligence would be useless without his creativity, confidence, and enthusiasm, and the world needs him to save it. The Bill solution is the same, Stan has a metal plate implanted in his head and can’t let Bill in cause he’d discover that Stan was lying, so they swap and Ford gets his mind erased… for like a week, then he’s fine. Show ends with the grunkles going on the road trip of their dreams together in an RV they tricked out.

Thoughts? Feelings? Opinions? Fiddleford ideas? And ofc I welcome anyone else to draw/write for this, I’d love to see more.

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safyresky · 2 months

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Scrimbly Jacqueline 9/52: Jacquie's term as Jack Frost in the Santa Clauses.

Yeah, you heard me right! I am stepping my toes into the series with my beloved blorbos. ME! WHO HAS NOT STOPPED COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW BAD THE SERIES IS!

Lore/musings and pre-edited scrimbly under the cut!

RIGHT SO. YEAH! AFTER TWO SEASONS OF JUST THE WORST WRITING AND NONE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT AND BONES BUT NO MEAT, I HAVE FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW EXACTLY CS WOULD WORK IN A TSCS UNIVERSE bc, imo, there's no way these two are from the same universe. NO way.

Right, so here's what's going on with Jack and the Frosts in tscs, and why Jacquie is ROCKING this fit. I will try to be succinct:

Jack thaws, changes, reunites with the fam, blah blah blah. Santa's very untrusting and this does not change, and I think maybe the events of CS happen the same way but Santa is a HUGE DICK the ENTIRE TIME.

Blah, blah, Pyros happens, yadda yadda, things go on and Santa just keeps getting worse--refuses to see that Jack has changed, starts saying boomer-esque things in Council meetings, to the point where every Council member can't stand him--and Jack gets the brunt of it

He complains to the fam. Winter and Blaise are like, we do NOT fuck with this Santa guy. Jacqueline is ready to throw down the more Jack tells her about things he says/does at meetings

She's like "Jack. Jack. Please. Let me at him. PLEASE."

Jack's like "We'll file that away for later."

Finally Jack has HAD it, he is too cute and pretty and has worked far too hard for this ABUSE to be levelled at him at the hands of Santa Claus. He's worth it! He knows when to take care of HIMSELF. This is a TOXIC WORK ENVIRONMENT and he will NOT be having ANY MORE OF IT

He steps tf down, Jacqueline takes over, and she is FERAL. She's WORSE than Jack. She makes things a NIGHTMARE for Santa. I have a whole THING planned for how s2 goes with her in Jack's place >:3

And THAT is what's going on here! Jacqueline has stepped up and is ready to THROW DOWN WITH SANTA who is wholly, wholly unprepared

OUTFIT BACKGROUND TIME!

The vest IS JACK'S! She steals it from him! (Santa thinks the vest works the way the Santa jacket does. Jacqueline does not correct him. In fact, she spins a terrifying tall tale of how she killed her predecessor for the spot and took the vest off his slushy, dead, body. Jack thinks it's gd hilarious. Santa is fear.jpeg)

Her hair is still snowy but with more blue and is POOFIER. It is constantly tangled/windswept. POOF BABY.

Speaking of poof: apparently it is PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE for Jacqueline to NOT wear poofy sleeves. Idk why. SO! Poof sleeve dress shirt! I used to have one just like it and I MISS it, it was so elegant~

Skirt is FIT AND FLARE BABY! Or skater skirt style. She thought of bringing back the pencil skirt and went "fuck that", she needs to MOVE and GROOVE

BIKE SHORTS! I am so sorry everyone who has done Jacquie art for this lil fact I'm about to drop on you all: she wears BIKE SHORTS under her dresses and skirts ALL THE TIME. Stops chafing and if she does a flip she's not worried about flashing people, and they are way more comfy than LEGGINGS. Cold doesn't bug her, anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(She is also prone to overheating easily. Summer sprite blood, everyone expects; I think she's just got too much energy all the time and it keeps her warm)

I did not draw them BUT with this cool work casual ish fit, she still wears her worn grimy leather boots. She's truly the messiest icon.

GREAT friends with the rest of the Claus fam btw; but NOT Scott. And the more she hears from his fam, the angrier she gets lol

AH I am SO EXCITED to unleash this design on y'all. I have been thinking about tscs!cs NON STOP this month! NON STOP! Also, February appears to be the month of FASHION JACQUELINE scrimbles, lol

I tried a lil something different with the hair! Did the messy lines in a light blue then went over it with my very light blue almost white watercolour marker. I like it!

Jack's vest is SO low cut tbh, WILDIN. Very excited when I saw that I DID have a metallic silver prismacolour pencil crayon! It looks GREAT on the VEST and it SHOWED UP IN THE PHOTO! I DIDN'T THINK IT WOULD! :D

Very proud of her hands!! And the way the watercolours worked on her glowy magic hand was AMAZING. I cackled the entire time I coloured this post lining it >:)

Anyway that's all the ramblies for this scrimbly for now. I have a bunch of other silly doods for this lil au? ??? ??? of sorts??? I uh, I prepped for this scrimbly unintentionally. Just started doodling the scenes in my head from this version of cs, so there's some funny lil scrimbles coming your way, eh. Thursday? We'll see! I have one more I NEED to draw out then I will be at peace.

Or I'm a big ol' liar and I will 100% write this whole thing and wake up 100k words later very confused.

Anyway, take the non-edited scrimble! I have yet to find a bright enough place in my house OR at work to take a decent photo of art without shadow or fucky lighting. Ah well. Maybe one day ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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