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awkwardtickleetoo · 4 months

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I figured the great Cal deserves to hear about one of my favorite concepts of this year so far

Concept here:

One of the rarer days where Dream is wearing a t-shirt, he finds himself in the middle of his roommates on the bed, Sap using one arm as a pillow while George seemed to just be laying on his other. George, while fiddling with one of the many pillows manages to pull out a feather from it. A little tired of the calming silence he lifts Dream’s sleeve and sticks it in there, twisting it, reveling in how Dream flinched twitched away from him, pressing his lips together to not disturb Sapnap. He's disturbed anyway because he can feel Dream’s hand gripping and releasing his hoodie. Knowing he can let go a bit now he squirms with more purpose towards Sapnap, telling George to get that damned thing out of his shirt and yelling at Sap to help him. "Sure Dream, I'll help you... loose your mind~"

okay. i am so so in love with this concept. i have NO idea why it’s taken me so long to answer this. but sleepy….. i am so honored you decided to grace me with this concept, even if i am… so, so late to answering it

i also happen to know that this is a personal favorite of someone around here (cough cough @mushiewrites cough cough) who has answered this ask with a concept of their own before, that you can of COURSE check out right here if you’d like to!! as well as a version posted by the ever famous @wishitweresummer that you can see here as well

but without further ado. we can finally get into this amazing concept.

firstly, holy shit, i can picture this happening SO vividly, this is literally so them like oh my god. george being a little menace and tickling dream to pieces while telling him to be quiet!!!! dream trying so so hard to stay quiet to not disturb sapnap but still letting george have his fun!!!! sapnap waking up and immediately teaming up with george to get dream despite still being sleepy!!!! this is so them oh my GOD i love it

i can practically see george’s shit eating grin, smiling from ear to ear as the ideas pops into his head and he slips the feather under dreams sleeve so so gently. and dream is also half asleep, eyes closed and body relaxed, arms under his two best friends as they cuddle up together, so it takes a few seconds for him to react. but then he’s flinching, without even realizing whats happening at first, then his arm tenses and his lips form into a smile

so george pushes the feather in a little further, twirling and twisting and feeling it glide across dreams skin, and dream lets out a teeeny tiny giggle and opens his eyes to look at george, who still has that evil evil smile on his face

he registers what’s happening and squirms a bit, groaning and whining at george to “stoppppp, georgie” with his cute little raspy sleepy voice, and george just goes “hm… no :)” and twists the feather sharply, making dream flinch and jerk his arms with a squeak, but all the movement does is make sapnap stir in his sleep from the movement and dream whips his head around to make sure he didn’t disturb him.

but george doesn’t stop

in fact, george fakes a gasp, and goes “uh oh, dreammm, you better stay quiet and still, you don’t wanna wake poor little sapnap up, do you now?” as he’s pushing the feather in and out of dreams sleeve, running it perfectly over the outer edge of his underarm, making dream squirm and whine and curl up the arm that’s around george, gripping his shoulder to keep himself still. dream is still whining, giggles flowing freely past his lips now, only interrupted by small squeaks and hiccups and pleading words, and his squirming picks up again when george slides the feather to the top part of his underarm just near his chest, but he stops in his tracks when sapnap stirs once again.

george giggles at this, incredibly amused by the battle that dream is fighting in his head, and he leans closer to dream to speak right into his ear, saying “aww, dream… better be careful, don’t be too loud and wake sapnap!” and dream whines out a “georgeeee, please, i cahahant” through his giggles, and before he can even notice the movement… suddenly there’s a hand over his mouth and george is muffling his giggles with a soft “shhhh, it’s okay. now just don’t move.” before the feather is swiping right into the center of his underarm

predictably, dream moves

he jolts suddenly, curling both his arms in further, grabbing at george’s tshirt and also… at sapnap’s hoodie after he jolts him. both george and dream pause for a second, frozen in their positions as they look over to sapnap to see if he was woken up

also predictably, he was

he groans and turns, curling into dreams chest and pressing his forehead into his shoulder, reaching one hand up to rub his eyes. george pulls his hand away from dreams mouth to steady himself, but the feather stays in his sleep, slowly twirling around even as dream tries so desperately to stay composed. sapnap looks up, sees george’s mischievous face, and through his groggy haze with his own raspy voice he goes “what’s goin’ on?”

george expects dream to deny it, but instead he pipes up first, whining and pushing himself towards sapnap, pulling him in close with the arm that’s still around him, whimpering and putting on his best puppy dog eyes when he goes “sapnap, please, george- george is torturing me, he’s being so mean, save me! save me, sapnap, please save me :((“ and sap smiles down at him

then, he looks over at george, who gestures to the feather, and moves it slightly to make dream squeal so sapnap would understand the situation. he goes “ohhhhhh…” and nods, smile still present, as he goes “aw, dreamie, of course i’ll save you!” and dream starts to say “thank you! thank you, he’s been so mean to me, thank you, sapnap”… but he’s cut off when sapnap simply takes the feather from george, situates himself, and sticks the feather in dreams other sleeve, making him break out into whiny giggles as he says “save you from being uneven, of course! you’re so welcome, gorgeous <3” as dream loses his mind, still pinned beneath the two

and if george is able to find another feather from the pillow and join back in? well… that’s just more fun for all of them

(and if dream is able to get them both pinned down, helpless and squirming underneath him, begging him for a truce as he takes his revenge with no mercy? who’s to say really)

#hiiii sleepy this is so incredible i love love love this idea so. ugh #the idea of a lee having to be quiet to not disturb someone who’s sleeping next to them ahhhhi love it #and george is so RUDE he would so do this holy shit #fav #asks #sleepy anon #lee!dream #ler!george #ler!sapnap #concepts / ideas

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altraviolet · 5 months

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Oh man now that I've seen TWO asks this day about Soundwave dying, is that the inevitable conclusion to this fic? Did I miss this big spoiler somewhere or all the clues to it? I don't remember seeing a "Major character death" tag, either.

Or is this people speculating and doing "what if"? ...not that I'd be adverse to it, especially if it made sense to do so!

Also I completely understand about work sapping all creative juices. While I don't write (I've dabbled in the past, but little 3k words or less things for OC's way back in the LJ days), I used to sketch, draw, paint nearly every day for hours before I ended up in a corporate 9-5, full time job. Even doing customer service jobs, I was able to sketch on napkins and scrap receipt paper and sticky notes.. and now I just.. can't. Its unbelievable how mentally draining full time jobs can be. Every now and then I'll get the sketch pad or watercolors out,but it's maybe once or twice a year now.

I've seen writers who do ko-fi for tips or writing commissions for certain stories (I remember a tf author I used to follow did this - where a story was only continued if the chapters were commissioned) - or even patreons, where they set up an early access to the newer chapters, and the cut scenes, additional content - have you thought about those? I think you've got a big enough following where it could be feasible to go part time! And maybe fund a self publishing of an original work sometime down the road!

>is that the inevitable conclusion to this fic? Did I miss this big spoiler somewhere or all the clues to it? I don't remember seeing a "Major character death" tag, either.

The major tag on the fic is "Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings." You haven't missed a big spoiler or clues. The influx of "WHAT IF HE DIES" was puzzling to me, too, but I rolled with it.

I'm curious why people think Soundwave is going to die, when one of the major themes of the fic (at least to me, inside my head) is bringing people back from the dead. Not literally, of course. But... but did they see the whole point of what Rodimus is doing? Trailbreaker, Ambulon, and Mirage? Skywarp? Literally pulling Soundwave from the shadow zone, where life is not worth living?

There's actually a lot more I want to say on this, but I don't want to spoil the story. I have a FAQ planned for when the fic is done and I address death in it, and my approach to writing it vs JRO, and the aforementioned major theme.

I'm guessssssssinnnnnnng people are going the doom route because of the Scavengers, and because Soundwave keeps getting injured and can't be healed, and because... ? I feel like stakes have been high in the past, so maybe that's part of it, too. I won't say anything else for now, though.

This post got long so I'll put the rest under a cut.

>Its unbelievable how mentally draining full time jobs can be.

good god, yeah. low key, I used to be an artist (mostly hobbyist, a few pro jobs). I gave up and went back to writing because it's much easier/comes more naturally to me, and that's all I have energy for. I fuckin' mourned stopping art, to be honest. but you know what, I'd rather have Echo Garden than slog through commissions. I learned I'd rather create my own things than do things other people want me to do. so I guess learning that about myself was ... good. it's absolutely unbelievable how draining a 9-5 job is. I will admit I am jealous of people who have spouses or understanding parents that allow them to do art full time by providing a safety net in the form of housing and health insurance. jealousy is very human, you know :D surely there is a better balance out there for us ;A;

>I remember a tf author I used to follow did this - where a story was only continued if the chapters were commissioned

oooohhhhhhhh you know... I get it. I get people need money. but that doesn't sit right with me. I would not withhold fic like that.

>patreons, where they set up an early access to the newer chapters, and the cut scenes, additional content - have you thought about those?

I've thought about it only in the fanciful sense. To be honest, unless I was getting enough support to quit my job, it's not really going to change my life. Like, how do I say this. I won't have any more additional time in the week to write if I make $50 extra/month through patreon. I'll still be doing my full time job AND I'll have an obligation to write for people. Does that make sense? Unless a patreon offsets the actually draining thing in my life, it's just another thing I have to do.

Although 'early access to chapters' sits way better with me than denying future chapters UNLESS funded. Though paying for fic is a huge gray area and I don't think it's wise to poke that beast...

>I think you've got a big enough following where it could be feasible to go part time!

thank you, I appreciate your kindness here :D I don't think my following is big enough, though. I think the readership is maybe 1400 people? and a bunch of those are minors and most of the adult fandom is fucking broke, lol. (the tf fans with the money tend to be the major toy buying ones, not the fanfic reading ones. Stereotype, but that's my observation)

and part of the problem is my place of employment. I asked, years ago, if I could go part time (so I could practice art) and my boss said no. it's a full time only position ;A; which is why I say, unless patreon can fully support me, it's not really feasible. freelancing incurs a higher tax rate and you don't have any health insurance, so I'd actually have to make more than I am now... and given the number of absolutely fantastic fan artists I see struggling to make it with patreon, I know I can't (since fan artists make more than fan writers)

I hope that my answers don't sound dismissive. Thank you very much for your empathy and kind ideas. I don't think the fandom can support me monetarily in the way I would need, and I think their interest in me will drop as soon as Echo Garden is finished. I base this statement on the fact that TEG has exponentially higher stats than any of my other fics.

The people clearly want only one thing, and it will eventually end xD

If you or anyone else thinks I'm looking at this wrong and there may actually be a way I can write without dying, please let me know. I've thought about this for years and the above is what I've concluded.

Thank you again for the kind ask! <3

#long post #ask #creepygoth666 #on writing and the reality of the day job #maybe I'm too pessimistic #if only I had a sugar spouse... lol

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moregraceful · 6 months

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tagged by the illustrious @kitnita thank you my friend ✨

1. The thing that got you hooked on hockey

I have told this story many times and I will tell it again because I think it is so funny and perfectly demonstrates how I can be convinced of literally anything if I have a good time. when there was the great bandom collapse and all my bandom friends turned to hockey I said fuck hockey I will never be a fan of hockey what the fuck is an edmonton oiler. and joined Twin Peaks fandom like any normal 20 year old college student in the year 2009 would. EIGHT YEARS LATER, my dear friend got into the pens and said pls pls pls get into pens hockey rpf with me the fic is so good. and I said NO. FUCK sidney crosby (did not know who sidney crosby is). 1 year later this same dear friend said pls pls pls come to this Sharks-Pens game with me, no one else will go with me bc tickets are $90 and i gotta see my man evgeni malkin, pleaseeee. and I said you want me to pay 90 american dollars for HOCKEY???? and she said yes and I will buy you a beer. I said okay FINE.

went. experienced several emotions I had never felt before. experienced several old emotions I had not felt in a long time. experience a few emotions that didn't exist. experienced emotions only shrimp feel. Pens lost but this was in 2018 so the Sharks were still pretty good and it was a genuinely skilled game of hockey in a packed arena. I was enthralled. the game was so exciting and so fun to watch. Evgeni Malkin's legs were so long. Tomáš Hertl's ass was so big. I don't even think I finished my beer I was so into it.

"haha heyyyy," I said as we walked out of SAP center. "you uh got any recs for these pens guys?" "oh boy DO I EVER!!" she said. and it was all over.

(hilariously I swore I would never be a fan of the Sharks but my terminal Bay Area brain disease took over and I fell eventually bc I always fall for the home team in the end. also bc for a long time my schedule was 9-6 or 12-9 in a library with an open plan office with an hour commute on both ends and I really cared about how people perceived my work ethic for a while, so I would just never watch or listen to games at work. by the time I quit I would watch full Avalanche games on my night shifts though dw lol.)

2. Your first ever fandom friend

trying to think of who I was friends with on hockeyblr first that wasn't someone I knew from livejournal or someone I met through someone I knew on livejournal lmfao. it took me like 10 years to figure out how to make friends with people on tumblr lol. I have no idea

3. The jersey you would most like to own

historically I have never denied myself the pleasure of owning anything however I did get in a bidding war for a Jared McCann HIFE jersey when he was on the Pens -- had to stop bidding when the jackass I was up against went over $1k bc I just could not justify spending $1k on a jersey. on the bright side this means someone paid one thousand american dollars for a jared mccann pens pride jersey lol

I wanted a Matt Murray HIFE jersey another year too but the bidding went from $500 to $1.5k in like two hours and I was like oh ok. and gave up on ever owning a pens HIFE jersey

I assume if the Cuda have a pride jersey this year I do something reckless this year lol. fingers crossed no one fucken sits so I have options

4. YOUR player (you only get ONE so choose wisely)

Cale Makar..... (didn't he try to kill jared mccann a man you just said you were willing to pay nearly $1000 for his jersey - yes and he felt bad about it. it's a violent sport who cares). I hope I am able to watch an Avs game again someday :')

5. A pairing that deserves more fic

ROOPE/ROBO HIVE RISE. also jason robertson/nick suzuki. i mean Jason Robertson in general, supremely underutilized considering how bananas hot he is

6. Your favourite on-ice moment

god have I ever actually seen anything good happen on ice, ever. oh!! When Garnet Hathaway scored a goal against the Sharks and fell over and he was just punching the air and Nic Dowd started pummeling him bc he was so excited for Garny

also Pat Sieloff pride night gwg. he said I won't do pride tape but I'll end an ot on Pride night with my only goal of the season. He did that for me.

link someone else's art/fic/etc that you love & think everyone should check out

pls read @kitnita's robotter primer it is literally a masterclass in ship primers. we need more ship primers like zoe's primers. i dream every day of writing a primer as masterful as zoe's robotter primer. (also her robotterpetey primer was SOOOO good and then my stupid ass gm stole petey and now he has to pay income tax. sorry to the state of texas for my gm's crimes.)

@tofumilanesa's strauss mann eating disorder fic featuring jasper weatherby that i think about every week, then i sit on the floor and yell and yell and yell

and bc i was hooting and hollering about it earlier today, the original dick trick by mcspot is one of my all time favorite fics - joe thornton/patrick marleau where patty is aspec. i read it like every six months and experience shrimp emotions. it is by no means an unknown fic but it does star the sharks so obvi not getting as much attention as it SHOULD

link something you made & are proud of & want people to see

😐

I started writing this post in the grocery store check out line and then the check out guy was like if you donate money to Second Harvest food bank I'll do a voice impression. I was like what??? and he was like yeah for real :) and pointed a piece of paper with several character voices. so I donated $10 and got Charmander and Jar-Jar Binks and it was very impressive voice acting but it's been two hours and I'm at home now and I'm still so harrowed that I donated $10 just to hear Jar Jar Binks comment on the amount of kombucha I was buying

Listen to Get A Read On Me while doing the dishes and tell Beryl what a great job they did!!!!

#fresno oilers.txt

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vanivenivici · 3 months

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Hang on I gotta rant real quick:

I am SICK of ai techbros (and techbros in general) trying to worm their way into industries that they know nothing about.

They've already tried infiltrating Art Spaces (what they do is not art, it is theft); but now there's a handful of them printing and selling their images, so they're telling these gullible idiots how to properly handle and frame the "artwork" like they're professionals.

They know nothing about art. They know nothing about framing. They are yelling at the people they scammed through a youtube video about mounting their cotton (and then varnished??) paper onto aluminum composite that they refer to by its brand name. [Probably because they own stock in the company but that's merely conjecture.]

They say things like "you have to do it this way!!" when 1) again, they know jack shit about framing, never mind conservation or archival framing; 2) they say it with that haughty, grifter's tone like they know what they're talking about; 3) the stupid fools who fall for it also have no idea what they're talking about, but they've fallen for the scam, so if a professional gives them any conflicting advice they lose their shit; and 4) THE PRINT IS WORTHLESS YOU IDIOTS. Why are you taking framing advice from someone who didn't even study art or photography, let alone someone who doesn't have a Framer's Certification??

They're so busy following trends that they don't think! (It has to be mounted on metal?? WHAT.) This includes the poor saps who fall for this bullshit and actually spend real money on a print of an ai generated image oh my god we've really reached this point....

And even if the print is worthless they keep hyping it up like it's priceless or will be so oh boy you'd better frame it properly so it doesn't depreciate in value! BUT GODDAMN METAL IS NON-ARCHIVAL. FUCK.

[Sidenote: the customers that brought in this piece were two of the most unpleasant, exhausting, rude, and self-important chucklefucks I've ever had the displeasure of meeting. Jesus Christ. You're not smart because you watched some rando speak with purpose in a youtube video. I literally get paid to do this.]

#I need a fucking drink #fuck ai #fuck ai techbros #/rant #you don't wanna know how much they spent on framing this garbage it will make you so sad trust me

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astxrwar · 2 months

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sooo super intrigued by motorcycle accident bucky….. bucky with tbi… u said it’s niche and it IS and it’s so special to me and i feel like only u could do it justice :* mwah

me @ you ,,, i am swooning dramatically. real time reaction

AUGH i’ve already spent an obscene amount of time thinking abt it and the specifics of how it affected his relationship with Steve and his general like… life trajectory.

i was gonna have it be grad student! stark(implied adopted)reader x bucky where she needs a place to live that’s affordable on the grad stipend and bucky lives ~10min from campus and has a room for rent that’s Cheap because he knows her family. kinda ended up fusing it with “dad’s best friend except it’s dad’s worst tenuous acquaintance” thing I was playing with where the motorcycle accident that fucked his whole life up was also the one that killed tony’s parents. technically it wasn’t his fault but also if he hadn’t been there it wouldn’t have happened. the canon parallels r paralleling. anyway i just like the “oh my god your dad is going to literally kill me” vibes and then also the thought of the OG6 avengers + co as a group of average suburban white people who have lame bbqs and other such get-togethers fairly often. in my little au Tony and Steve becoming friends probably happened when RC was around ~10 years old and Bucky only ever started being dragged to these little events when RC was 17-18 and only ever when Steve’s hosting because tony hates his guts. he knows it’s irrational and it wasn’t actually bucky’s fault but as per canon he’s an emotional manchild (affectionate… i still love u tony you’re just a fucking hot mess).

anyway as you can imagine he’s less than thrilled about her moving into Bucky’s spare room but she’s 22-24ish and that’s an Adult, also it’s her stipend and thus her call and Bucky is charging criminally little. and then,,, Oh No, He’s Hot :/ she kind of already knew that because he’s occasionally at the little gatherings even if it’s just standing in sullen silence on the outskirts of the group of people. but one-on-one it’s Worse because he’s also pretty cool and funny and nice? and then. Developing Relationship. he starts cooking extra when he makes dinner because he discovers RC only eats Garbage College Food and finds it frankly unacceptable. eventually she gets comfortable with him as a roommate and they will both hang out in the living room and watch garbage TV or whatever movie is on which devolves over time into actually watching stuff Together. maybe some weedsmoking elements (common in ppl w chronic pain who can’t take painkillers for whatever reason but also just makes my brain go brrrr i would sooo smoke with him. sighs longingly)

and then because im a massive fucking sap there’s the psychological elements of Guilt and Trauma and how life-altering events can separate you from your friends and stunt your development while simultaneously making you weirdly wise in some ways. and the kind of double-sided coin that is the fact that when truly terrible things happen to people sometimes nobody takes the time to really try to save them, and they’re not necessarily owed the time and sacrifice that would entail, but it still really sucks. for this specifically im thinking abt how steve maybe kind of just grew apart from bucky during his Struggles with his new disability + the pain meds thing + his life basically being changed beyond recognition in the blink of an eye. not out of malice or anything, he just… went off to college (for architecture. According To My Terminally Overdetailed Mind) and wasn’t around as much and didn’t really notice Bucky sort of slipping away until it was too late. and then he’s busy with his career and has a steady girlfriend and even getting married while Bucky is trying to not get fired from another shit blue collar job in their hometown for being either in too much pain or too sick to work. this is essentially the modern version of the dreaded fucking time travel scene in the sense that steve grows up and moves on and bucky’s just. trapped. missed out on a lot of normal development because he was kind of just fighting to Stay Alive and not like. living. the canon parallels paralleling AGAIN.

anyway eventually he manages to get clean and stay that way, but he does it for the most part alone. and i imagine the first time he tells RC all this she’s BLINDINGLY mad at steve the way twenty-somethings with limited irl experience and an idealized view of the world would be. and he’s like :/ no, he didn’t really do anything wrong, the world is just Like That. it wasn’t steve’s job to save him or put his own life on hold trying to get Bucky’s back on track and while it’s kind of shitty and definitely unfair, Steve had his own life to figure out and bucky wouldn’t have wanted him to waste it trying to drag him out of the hole he was in. sometimes bad shit just Happens and nobody will save you and you have to just keep going anyways, and that’s Life.

(in her little romantic 20somethings head like ‘i would have tried to save you consequences be damned’ the hubris of youth etc etc)

on the flipside of that Bucky thinks he’s going to be stuck in this sort of passive limbo of being Fine but not necessarily happy, healthy but not necessarily Thriving, etc Forever, n what he gets from RC is somebody who HASN’T been jaded by an ableist and hypercapitalist society yet. who, instead of looking at him and seeing a guy who missed the chance to do anything with his life due to trauma and addiction and whatever, sees somebody who survived so much and has the drive and willpower to do literally whatever he wants and plenty of time left to do it.

obligatory bucky riding motorcycle again scene. idk what he wants to do with his life but he’ll do it by god. maybe he wants to be a mechanic and open his own shop, maybe his parents left him money and he’d always just figured he’d let it sit until he died. idk yet. The Power Of Love Babey (more like the power of having even one (1) person look you dead in the eyes and be like ‘you haven’t missed out on your life, you’re not a fuckup you’re a survivor and i really think you can do anything!!!’ vs people who grew up with him kind of treating him either like he’s fragile or immature or kind of a failure. )

also the first person to find out you two are fooling around is nat who’s married to clint (i h8 natbruce u will never see me cop for natbruce.) and im thinking clint is probably ~15 years older than her which is in part why she Recognizes what’s up between you two n its not like she’s going to judge but she’s definitely like girl,,, your dad is going to flip if he finds out and also like… just Be Careful.

anyway the second you tell me you like my weird little AUs i puke out all my thoughts like a cat with a hairball THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME WLFJGJGKGJGJFKFKFKFJGJF *unintelligible noises*

#ask #i have BRAINROT #no thoughts just modern bucky and all his problems.#luke’s brainworms

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mcyt-peach · 2 years

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I know I am annoying with these but I can’t write requests in short messages so sorry 💐-here are flowers as an apology 🥺

So can I request something like “fake date” with the reader (the reader has to get the parents of their back, the real date cancel last minute before important event…something like this) where the reader ask the favour of Dream, Sap, Karl or Wilbur to pretend to be their date

Something funny and fluffy 🙏🏻 (in the end trashing the event, bragging “they chose me not you”, making nice memories etc.)

Thank you sooo much and also take care of yourself eat,hydrate and take breaks if you need to☀️☁️

With a virtual hugs and best wishes,

Yours, 🎧anon

fake dating dream, sapnap, karl and wilbur

⋆｡˚ summary: sometimes the situation calls for a boyfriend and who better to fake date than your best friend

⋆｡˚ including: cc!dream, cc!sapnap, cc!karl and cc!wilbur

⋆｡˚ warnings: reader uses they/them pronouns, swearing, mentions of infidelity

⋆｡˚ note: 🎧anon you are so smart for this!!!! fake dating is my favorite trope so this was such a blast to write and it ended up being pretty long lol :)

Dream

“Why would I risk my top secret identity so you can save face?” Dream was sprawled out on his couch, oblivious to your inner turmoil

“C’moooooon! You don’t get it! My cousin is so annoying. She keeps bragging about her partner and gives me dirty looks for being single.” you flop down beside him and push your face into a pillow to fake scream

when the two of you arrived at the small family party, you mingled with aunts and uncles you hadn’t seen in a while as Dream played games with the younger kids

the real fun began when your dreaded cousin slithered, ahem, walked over

“Y/n! How nice to see you and your... friend.”

Dream took her sneer as a challenge, “That’s funny! You’re missing the ‘boy’ in front of ‘friend’.”

feeling the tension in the air, you figure you might as well fan the flames “Where’s your ‘friend’?”

glaring at your question, she continues, “They’re working overtime tonight. Between you and me, they’re saving up for an engagement ring.”

her smirk is like a slap in the face, if she marries you’ll never hear the end of it, but your lamenting is interrupted

“Oh really?! Guess we better beat them to it then, huh baby?” Dream’s arm was suddenly very present against your shoulder, as he broke eye contact with your cousin only to look into your eyes

you were shell shocked, flabbergasted even, only managing a small “Um, yeah.” in the midst of Dream’s eyes locked with yours, questioning if his boyfriend status was still fake

Sapnap

“Oh my God! Don’t tell me that’s her!” Sap yells over the blasting music, pointing at the girl across the room

slapping his hand down so she won’t stare, you follow where he looked, seeing the girl who had stolen every boyfriend you’d ever brought to a party

maybe it was the atmosphere or the way Sapnap was already giving her the death stare, but you got the most wonderful idea, leaning over to whisper your plan to him

“Hey cutie!” leave it to her to flirt with someone who currently had his arms wrapped around your waist, something you were trying to ignore how natural it felt

feeling Sapnap squeeze you a bit tighter, you spit back, “Where’s your boy toy? Though you said he was the hottest guy you ever met, remember, last party I was at?”

she gives you a pinched smile “Oh, he wasn’t very faithful, though I’m sure you know that.”

Sapnap laughs from over your shoulder “Well, maybe you should look for a different type. I’d say ‘men who aren’t taken’ is always a good place.”

her frown and the stomp of her tacky shoes as she retreats is the best thing you could’ve asked for

though, the way Sapnap holds you close for the rest of the night might be better

Karl

“Y/n there’s no way I’m sitting in a suit for hours on end outside with a bunch of strangers. That’s literally a nightmare I’ve had before.” you were getting nowhere trying to convince Karl to come to your friend’s wedding with you

every wedding you’d been to in the past 5 years had been spent hiding from your parents and the new suitor they’d picked for you

why they needed you to be married asap, you had no clue, something told you it was a generational thing but you weren’t willing to hear it out

you’d much rather spend the 5 hour reception with your friend than a stranger who your parents tried to convince you to date

“Karllllllll. They’re literally having a baby pig as the ring bearer! Pleaseeeeee.”

well that did the trick, seeing as he’s tucked into the makeshift pews beside you

despite his role as your plus one, it was your parents who were absolutely enamored with him, smiling and chatting about how you met, what he did for work and the dreaded question, when he was planning on proposing

the new bride was more than happy to slide up to you after the ceremony “I was wondering when one of you would confess. It was so obvious the two of you were fawning over each other for so long.”

her laugh teeters off as she moves on to other guests, but when Karl comes to drag you onto the dance floor, you’re still thinking about her little comment

Wilbur

could you really call yourself a friend of Wilbur’s if you didn’t go to every new cafe he recommended

apparently not, because he’d drag you there no matter what you said

stepping into the quaint shop and seeing all the couples, you got a bit embarrassed at the way you jumped to conclusions, wondering if it was a date

ordering your drinks and settling into one of the booths, your attention is drawn by the bell on the door, quickly ducking down after seeing your ex walk in

Wilbur scrunches his eyebrows at your behavior, but soon notices and ducks down with you, smiling at your antics and whispering, “Pretty cozy down here.”

you don’t even need to look to know your ex is approaching, seeing the way Wilbur brings himself to his full height and puffs his chest out unconsciously

“Y/n, fancy seeing you here. You never liked going out to places like these when we were together.” the emphasis he places on “we” as if you’re still dating almost makes you hurl

“Hmm, maybe it had more to do with the company than the drinks.” Wilbur gave his classic shit-eating grin, sipping his coffee

the silent flapping of your ex’s mouth is only allowed for a moment before Wilbur stands up from the booth

“Well, we’ve got to go. Love waits for no man, you know how it is.” the hand he claps on your ex’s back is hardly gentle

but the way he holds your hand as you exit the cafe makes his boyfriend status feel more real than the facade he put on for your ex

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marsipain · 1 year

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hi i literally know nothing about cyberpunk but im DROOLING OVER UR DESIGNS…i like do not have the patience or mind to ever do smth like that so its so cool to see other ppl make really cool designs for several characters like wow. i think zane and harumi r my favorite IM OBSESSED.

what kind of things did u use for inspo ?😳

OH MY GOD?? OH MY GOD?? THE CLAM IS IN MY INBOX?? DIES

anyways hihihi sorry it took so long to answer this eeee

Okay so I didn’t actually do that much formal research for it, because anytime i try to do that i feel my creativity and livelyness is sapped out of me (probably one of the reasons i hate school lmao) anyways

It’s actually a really funny (and long) story how this au came to be, so at first i saw the party clone of MK in lego monkie kid (this won’t make much sense if you haven’t watched that show sorry, but also at the same time if you haven’t YOU REALLY SHOUDL ITS REALLY GOOD AND THE ANIMATION MAKES ME DROOL NGL) and i was like yo wouldn’t it be cool if Lloyd had an evil party clone too? and then it expanded to an RGB evil clone au (cuz i’m a sucker for RGB siblings haha) and then i got the idea for nya to be a racer and to have a cyborg gf (cough cough pixal) and i was like okay scrap all the clone stuff were making this a completely independent au because this is MUCH cooler. and yeah, idk where the whole cyberpunk thing came from, i just thought it would really fit into the themes of fighting rings, clubs and races :DD

After that i was a bit busy for a while with school (just like i am now :c) but the brain rot for this AU was still going strong, so I made a pinterest board where i saved just a fuck load of cyberpunk shit that i thought looked cool, and whenever i had time i’d use those to draw the designs! here are some sketches with their references :D (zane and harumi included since they were ur favs! ps zane is my fav too, he just gives off such manager vibes but, hot, HAHA)

(ignore the lines, procreate just fucks up stuff if you change the canvas size and you try to access prior versions of the drawing through the timelapse option lmao)

anyways as you can see not even all of the references are cyberpunk stuff

AND YEAH I USED UR LLOYD AS INSPIRATION, I REALLY LIKE UR ARTSTYLE OKAY MOVING ON

some of the stuff was different and changed a lot through the process, like for example i decided against harumi having the furs because she would never wear them in this AU, she needs practicality in her fighting matches haha. I also changed a lot of lloyd design, cuz i was like “hehe, heelies” cuz zoom zoom, yk? and then u have zane, which was really straightforward coz i had almost exactly how i wanted him to be set in stone in my mind xd

Here’s a link to the pinterest board if ur interested! there’s a bunch of stuff in here i never got to use, so if anyone is interested idm it being used for stuff ^-^

ANYWAYS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING IN THIS ASK, I HOPE IT WASNT TOO LONG AA

#me when cool artist sends an ask #HFBFBFHFH #dies #marsipain speaks #marsipain asks #marsipain art #ninjago cyberpunk au

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acatalystrising · 2 years

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I have finally finished chapter four of Consequences! Work has been super busy so it slowed down my writing time, but I am glad I got a chance to wrap this chapter up! I really did try to write plot, but in my defense, they’re both traumatized nuggets and just need love and TLC. Yes Boba, that includes you… 🙄🤣

Pairing: Boba Fett x (F)Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Trigger warnings: fluff, angst, smut: (oral, f/receiving, p/v, unprotected *this is fiction*)

Series synopsis: Backstabbed and betrayed, you knew there was a bounty over your head - but when you’re captured by the infamous Boba Fett, it becomes abundantly clear that your fate is as mysterious as your captor.

Chapter four: A Chance to Start Anew

Boba had fully intended on getting up before the morning came.

He was the most formidable bounty hunter alive - ruthless and willing to go to any lengths to hunt down his quarry. And formidable bounty hunters, from his experience, didn’t cuddle. Yet, he’d noted you hadn’t cried out once in your sleep, proving his hunch correct. You’d simply needed comfort - even though he wasn’t qualified by any means to provide it.

He was far more skilled in hurting people then helping them. Much less so in how to be gentle - admittedly he hadn’t felt as unnatural at it as he’d expected, and that change would take time to adjust to.

It wasn’t like you were the first woman he’d shared physical contact with. He’d had his flings before, of course. Impersonal one night stands that never filled the void in his heart save for a brief time of physical pleasure. But he’d never let any of them on his ship. And most certainly hadn’t saved their lives. You were different; with your eyes that saw too deep and words that gave him pause. And when he’d kissed you…stars, it had taken everything in his power to pull away. You’d been so damn soft, so willing…

He had wanted to take you, right then and there, to fiercely show you what you did to him. And he had a feeling you wouldn’t have been opposed - but there still had been too many shadows in your eyes. You didn’t deserve to feel used - not after everything you’d been through. And he knew that you wouldn’t be some quick rut in the dark, helmet on, silent as the night. Oh gods no…he wanted you to feel safe. To feel good.

Boba, you are turning into a sap.

He couldn’t help it - every time you looked at him with those beautifully warm eyes it made a part of his walls crumble. And yet you had the all the rights in the galaxy to fear him.

He’d captured you, probably nearly traumatized you to death in doing so - and yet you were curled against him, head resting on his chest as if he was the only thing in the galaxy that could protect you. And for kriff’s sake, you were so perfect in his arms, he felt compelled to do just that - to never let anyone hurt you again. To protect you with a devotion that could raze the stars. Not to mention hunt down your bastard brother with a new vengeance.

And so, he lay there despite his own hesitation, arm cupping your shoulders, keeping you close, knowing that for better or worse, there was no going back now.

That fact became all the more apparent when you stirred, eyes slowly opening and falling on him with a sleepy blink, looking damn near content instead of afraid. Well, he was in trouble.

“You’re still here.” Your voice was soft, still thick with sleep, hinted with shock that made his heart lurch.

Maker, you’d expected him to have left - guilt twisted in his stomach. You rested your face back on his chest, eyes flicking shut, still too weary to move. Or perhaps you simply didn’t want to, which was an interesting prospect. He hummed in response, absently running his fingers through your hair before he could stop himself.

“I haven’t…slept that good in a while.” You leaned into his touch, the faintest hint of a smile curving on your lips. “Thank you.”

Boba, you’re an asshole. You are literally the worst. She deserves better, dammit.

“Of course.” He kept his tone soft, even as he mentally berated himself for even considering leaving. “You’re welcome, little one.”

Silence fell, but neither of you moved - as if too much noise would shatter whatever semblance of peace you both felt in that moment.

“You’re sure I’m not…inconveniencing you?” Your voice was soft, wavering ever so slightly. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

Exactly how traumatized is this girl?

He frowned, regarding you with a tilt of his head. “You’re on my ship, aren’t you?”

“Well…” you still didn’t move, eyes still closed, but now he had an inkling you were trying to hide. “Yeah…”

“Look at me.” He watched with slight concern as you slowly lifted your head, a certain vulnerability there - a hesitation that bode of past fears. Stars, how many people had abandoned you? “You wouldn’t be here, on this ship, if I didn’t allow it. Understand?”

You nodded timidly, gaze dropping. Shit. Too harsh. He cleared his throat, gently rubbing circles on your back to atone, forcing himself to speak despite the awkwardness that tried to clamber up his throat.

“I’m not…good at this.” He figured honesty was the best bet at this point. “But I do want you here, if you want to stay.”

“You mean that?” You looked back him with a bright flicker of hope in your eyes so blinding it nearly stole the breath from his lungs.

“Yes.” His voice rumbled with confidence as he realized that yes, he did genuinely want you here. That fact both scared and exhilarated him. “I do.”

His ship, which you learned was called Slave 1, was compact yet intriguing.

She wasn’t the largest vessel, but she was well-maintained; a clear testament to Fett’s care.

No, not ‘Fett’…Boba.

Fett, as a title, was impersonal, deadly - the man who’d been your captor. But Boba…stars, what was he? You’d noted the affection in his tone and touch when you’d embarrassingly awoken sprawled on his chest as if he was some sort of pillow, and yet he hadn’t seemed to mind. He’d stayed with you. Waited for you to wake. And you’d never had anyone do that…

You definitely hadn’t been kissed like that before. Sure, you’d had your crushes and stolen moments with people you’d met over the years, but you hadn’t stayed in one place long enough to form a relationship. You still felt the ghosting touch of his lips lingering on yours.

So, what the hell were you? Was his affection genuine or out of pity? Was the kiss merely a way to apologize or had it been something more?

You mulled that fact as you sat comfortably in the copilot’s seat, watching the bounty hunter navigate the stars.

The flickering lights from hyperspace reflected brilliantly on his armor, but his helmet remained off, sitting carefully to the side. You noted he hadn’t bothered keeping it on anymore in your presence, which you took as a major sign of trust, and that fact alone made you want to smile.

He turned his chair toward you, chin resting on his fingers, those damn muscular thighs spread in a confident posture that made your mouth water. You tried your best to look nonchalant even as one of his dark brows flicked up at you, whether in challenge or as an invitation, you hadn’t yet figured.

“I have a tracker on your brother, he can only run for so long.” He tapped his chin, lips pursed in thought, as his gaze flicked to you. “Once I have him, he won’t be able to hurt you ever again.”

“Can I help?” You watched his face once again register shock, and inwardly smiled. You liked the fact that you kept this strategic hunter on his toes. “I want him to pay. Personally.”

You could have sworn you saw a gleam in his eye.

“We’ll have to be careful. You still have a bounty on your own head.” He regarded you with a devilish smirk, the mere expression twisting sparks into your stomach. “But I promise you, no one will dare touch you when you’re with me. We will bring that bastard to justice.”

“Is that why you do this? For justice?” You learned forward, raptly intrigued by his words, goosebumps pricking your arms at the possessiveness in his tone. “I never thought of it that way.”

“A job is a job,” he shrugged, expression dark, thoughtful. “But yes, if I can. But it doesn’t always work that way - I told you I’m not a good man. Monster is likely a more appropriate term, or so I’ve been told.”

It was your turn to raise a brow.

“I don’t think it’s ever that simple. Good, bad, we’re all capable of terrible things. That doesn’t make us monsters, though.” You watched him even as his gaze locked with yours, a heat crawling up your cheeks even as you forced your words to work. “And…well, you’re not a monster to me.”

“Then what am I to you?” His chin tilted back, casting the planes of his tan face in the flickering lights of the stars whirling by.

Those strong arms draped on his chair’s armrests as if he was a king sitting on a throne, the thought stirring something altogether inappropriate in your mind.

“Misunderstood, for starters. You’ve had your fair share of trauma, I believe, but you don’t have to share if it’s not comfortable.” You pursed your lips, desperately trying to keep your thoughts together as his lips curved in an easy smile. “You’ve, well, become a friend to me.”

“Just a friend?” He watched you intently with a raised bow, as if genuinely curious for the answer. His fingers tapped on the armrest in a steady, patient cadence.

Your heart felt lodged in your throat, and you distinctly had the feeling you were being lured into another trap, but this time…the consequences wouldn’t be the same, and that thrilled you.

“Well yes, I mean no, I mean…” you felt your face flush, heat crawling down your throat and settling in your stomach. “I don’t want to assume…I mean, I’m just…” you sighed in frustration, head hanging low, embarrassment rolling through you. “You’re the best bounty hunter in the galaxy. I’m just, well…”

“Come here, little one.” His voice rolled through you with ease, loosening you from your own insecurities.

You slipped out of your chair and stood before him, breath snagging in your lungs when he placed a hand at the small of your back. He watched you closely, dark eyes shot through with amber in the starlight, as he guided you onto his lap. You straddled him with ease and tried so damn hard to ignore the distinct bulge that had formed beneath you.

He lifted a hand to your cheek, face a mere inch from yours, and caressed your jawline with a nearly reverent touch.

“You blushed just as beautifully the last time you were at a loss for words.” His breath tickled your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Tell me. Why do you think you’re so undeserving?”

Oh stars, he was good. You swallowed hard, and he waited, eyes devastatingly cutting - as if he could see right into your soul.

“I…I’ve never been seen like that by anyone, you know?” You sighed despite yourself, feeling your anxiety melting away merely at his touch. “My brother and I were always moving. Always on the run. There wasn’t any time for that…”

“So you assumed you were the problem.” He lifted a brow and shook his head with a foreign curse, a low chuckle rumbling through you. “I assure you girl, the only problem you’ve caused is what you’ve done to me. And I’ve been trying very hard to keep my hands off you.”

“You really mean that?” You huffed, a smirk working onto your lips, ears burning as he regarded you with those dark eyes. “It’s not that I don’t want to believe you, it’s just…”

“Do you want to hear me say yes, or do you want me to show you?” His lips were less than an inch away, warm breath sending more chills down your spine, heat pooling between your legs. But he still waited, watching you like the calculating hunter you knew all too well that he was.

“Show me.” Your voice was nearly breathless, heart pounding so loud in your chest you could barely think, head spinning as he drug his lips along your jawline. “Please.”

“That’s my girl.” His tone was nearly a growl when he kissed you, less gentler and more as if he was starving, nipping your bottom lip and pressing you close, a hum rumbling through him like a sigh. “You’re so damn perfect. So beautiful.”

His girl? You had the distinct feeling this wasn’t a simple fling of passion - not when he made a declaration like that. A thrill coursed through you and you recklessly kissed him back, clinging to him so tightly he grunted, shooting you a mock glare.

“I’d almost think you’re enjoying this.” His stern facade broke when you kissed him again, grinding your hips against his, eliciting a muffled moan. “Eager, are we?”

“Look who’s talking.” You dared to smirk even as he pressed kisses to your jawline, neck, nipping at your pulse point. “Exactly how long have you wanted to do this?”

“Easy there,” he grunted, opting to ignore your question and gather you in his arms instead.

He stood, carrying you as if you weighed nothing. You clung to him, lips pressed against his warm neck, fingers gripping the cool beskar for purchase as he walked out of the cockpit and back toward the cabin.

You hadn’t expected your life to amount to much.

You’d been born an orphan, raised by a brother who detested you, and had very few people you could call friends. You’d expected to die in a gutter someday.

But of all the possibilities fate could throw your way, you never could have expected to find yourself here: naked, flushed, and laying on Boba Fett’s bed - watching him remove the armor that struck dread into souls across the galaxy.

He removed each piece of beskar in a smooth, well-practiced fashion; but you saw the quiver in his fingers as he worked, his miles-long patience finally fracturing as his gaze washed over you with hungry devotion, the final plate coming free.

“I’m not going to disappear.” You winked, and that did him in, prompting him to crawl into the bed before he’d even fully removed his flight suit, crashing his lips against yours.

You helped him pull the material away, revealing his tan, muscular frame - and he kicked it away with a growl, falling on top of you with a smirk. Your gaze dropped to his cock, you couldn’t help it, eyes widening when you saw how large he was. All for you.

“Like what you see, princess?” He pressed kisses down your neck, trailing over your breasts, before taking a nipple in his mouth with a low growl.

You placed your hands on his cheeks so he’d look up at you, kissing him deeply and tangling your fingers in his short hair. He watched you with sharp attentiveness, big hands pressing you down as he proceeded to kiss the valley between your breasts, then pressing a tantalizingly slow trail of kisses down your stomach. He stopped right below your belly button, gaze flicking hungrily up at with you a dark smirk, but didn’t move further.

“Boba…” you wriggled against him, aware of how breathlessly needy you sounded, but too desperate to care. “I…”

“What do you need, little one?” His hands ghosted your thighs, sparking more coiling heat in the pit of your stomach, but when you tried to spread your legs, he held you firm, softly tisking with a raised brow. “Use your words, princess.”

“I need you…please…” you were already sweating and he’d barely done a thing, those dark eyes watching you with a nearly predatory gleam.

“Need me…where?” He traced his fingers over your inner thighs, victory flashing in his gaze when you shuddered beneath him. “That’s not very specific.”

“Boba…” you wriggled beneath him, face heating with embarrassment, your words liquifying the moment his lips curved in a know-it-all smirk.

“I suppose I do owe you for snagging you in that alley, hmm?” He pressed a kiss to your thigh, lips trailing dangerously upward. “I’m not one to give mercy. But…just this once.”

His head dipped down, powerful arms spreading your legs wide as he laved his tongue over your center.

A choked moan erupted from your lips, and you reached down, gripping his soft curls as his jaw worked against you, focused on your clit with devastating precision. You writhed against him and he splayed a hand over you, holding you down, grinning as you moaned in pleasure, waves of sparks rolling through you.

“You’re so kriffing wet for a bounty hunter, hmm?” His voice was rougher than you remember, but still lacking that deadly edge.

He brushed a fingertip against your entrance, circling with tantalizingly slow motions, and a moan erupted from your chest when he sank the digit into you, curling toward your stomach. He was both patient and precise, drawing your pleasure to the surface with practiced ease, and you nearly screamed when he added a second finger. Your grip in his hair tightened as he shifted his pattern, and he chuckled against you, the dark rumble sending you spiraling over the edge with his name flung from your lips.

Your vision blurred, white hot pleasure arcing down your spine, and he worked you through it, pulling away long enough to kiss you, caging you between his arms and pressing his body against yours.

“You asked me how long I wanted you.” His gaze was wholly dark as he ground against you, the tip of his cock running through your folds, slicking with your release. “The truth is, the moment I saw you in that alley, I saw the fight in you. The beauty. So mesh’la…I was the one captured that day.”

“Really?” Your cheeks flushed as the tip of his length brushed against your entrance and he kissed you like you were oxygen itself. “I’m really nothing special, seriously…”

“Come now, little one, that’s not true.” His mouth closed over your ear, teeth catching on the skin even as his warm breath washed over you. “Want me to make you feel special like you deserve?”

You nodded, heat flaring in your cheeks, and he flicked a brow. “Already at a loss for words?”

“Asshole.” You shot him a mock glare.

“Such language…” he lined himself up with your entrance with a smirk, and you curled your legs around his waist, heart pounding wildly in your ears. “Let’s see what other pretty little words will come from those lips of yours, hmm?”

He slowly sank into you, and you released a breathy moan, eyes squeezing shut. You felt a touch to your cheek, gentle but direct.

“Eyes on me, princess.”

You complied, gaze locking on his as he took you for the first time, his cock splitting you open as you writhed against him. He finally bottomed out, taking a moment for you to adjust to his size before slowly dragging his length against your walls, lips crashing against yours.

“You were so brave, pointing that blaster. Hell, you’d tried to attack me.” He curled a hand in your hair and you leaned your head back, exposing your throat. He pressed kisses and bites against your skin even as he slowly thrust into you, setting a torturously slow pace. “I wouldn’t have hurt you. No…but if I hadn’t stepped in…”

“I’m so glad you did.” You kissed him, running your hands over his shoulders, through his hair, down his back. Overwhelmed by the fact that this powerful man with hidden depths had noticed you, saved you…

You ground your hips against his, taking him deeper, harder…wanting him to know how grateful you were. That you felt the same. That he was more than a bloodstained monster. So, so much more…

“Careful, you’re starting to convince me you actually want to stay,” he rolled a nipple between his fingers before lowering his hand to circle your clit as he picked up the pace, arcs of pleasure shooting through you, a moan rolling off your tongue.

“I…I do…” you panted, sweat slicking your skin, breaths coming ragged as he broke down every barrier, soothed your trauma, and melted your anxiety away - specifically focusing on working the tension from your body. It was intentional, you noted, something you wanted to replicate.

You were still learning him. Figuring out what was okay and what was a line you couldn’t yet cross. But when you reached up and started to massage his shoulders and neck, he released a muffled grunt, eyes surprisingly dipping shut. You kneaded the tension from his neck, working it out of his jaw, and when you hit a particularly tense cord of muscle in his left shoulder he nearly faltered, lips parted in a soft moan.

And so you twisted around him, hands pressing against his chest, guiding him to lay on his back - and he let you, watching you with a curious gleam as he tried to hide his shock. You didn’t know how many had come before you, but you did know for certain that none had ever done this, and that made your heart soar with pride.

You ground against him, this new angle spearing you deeper, striking something devastating within you as his hips rose to meet yours. You leaned forward, massaging the pressure points of his collarbone and neck, trying to work the years of pain and loneliness free, even as he reached forward, one hand gripping your hip and the other brushing your clit to guide you toward your release.

“Gods…Boba…” tears nearly pricked your eyes as your legs began to shake, your walls fluttering against him, earning a strained groan. He was close, too. “I’m gonna…”

“Come for me, sweet, sweet girl,” his voice rolled through you, so thick with affection you nearly didn’t recognize him. Gods, had you broken the oh so tough bounty hunter? “Come on.”

Your release ripped through you with devastation, curling your toes, arcing your spine, his name shouting from your lips and echoing down the halls of his ship like a declaration of war. His hips faltered beneath you as you squeezed him to oblivion, his tan face slick with sweat, brows furrowed.

“Gonna…where?” He fisted the sheets, eyes locked on you for confirmation.

“Inside,” you ground your hips against him once more and he released a deep, broken groan as he came, filling you, and you flushed when you heard your name on his tongue.

Still blissed out from your own release, you slid free and lay against him, listening to his thundering heartbeat. He brushed an arm against your shoulder and shifted, guiding you to the bed beside him, powerful arms curling around you and pressing you close to his chest. You curled your legs with his, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers traced patterns across your skin with featherlight caresses.

“I’ve never brought anyone here, aboard my ship.” His tone was achingly gentle. “But I think this bed may be big enough for two.”

“I’m sure we could work something out.” You nuzzled against him, overwhelmed by the sheer presence of him, the strength you felt. Stunned by that revelation - that you were different in his eyes. “That is…if you really do want me to stay?”

“I can be…difficult.” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “You’ll see a different side of me if you stay.”

“Boba, you’ve already hunted me once. I’m not worried.” You tightened your grip on his arms, nestling your cheek against him. “I’ll stay.”

“Your funeral.” He chuckled dryly, and you rolled your eyes.

It would take time to fully learn what he’d endured, and you wagered he knew the same truth was with you, but in that moment, you felt it was something attainable. Something worthwhile.

“So dramatic.” You brought his hand to your lips, kissing his scarred knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere, as long as you’ll have me.”

He pressed a kiss to the back of your head, squeezing you tight. “Then we’ll have all the time in the galaxy, little one.”

You nodded, falling silent as you both fell asleep, nestled safely in each other’s arms.

Chapter five

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covenofwives · 1 year

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I know that you ship HD and 4K and tbh oh my god same hello??? So far the stuff you've shown of them together is so fucking cute I wanna cryyyyyy.

Can you tell me more about them and the development of their relationship throughout the au's timeline? :((( How things sort of developed, who fell first, do they end up together 🥺🥺🥺 I wanna knowwwwwwww

-emmadoodlewrites

You’ve opened so many cans of worms on this Emma cause I could talk about these two for hours! And I’m going to :D

They had met long long ago but didn’t really know each other if that makes sense. They knew of each other of course as they were in a war together and when they were blessed to be Gods of their realms they knew one another but they weren’t close.

They had a few interactions before and after their time as gods but they really started talking after HD moved to the Godly Realm. 4K found and saved HD in the midsts of a panic attack that threatened to destroy part of the realm he was in and hurt himself. 4K calmed him down and stayed with him. This is when HD first developed his crush.

When 4K kept coming around HD realised he was “stuck” with the nether god as a friend and each day the crush developed more and more. I imagine he realises he’s in love with 4K while they’re doing the most mundane task. Like a pillow fight or goofing around and HD realises how hard he’s fallen for 4K and can’t just think of him as a friend anymore.

Of course these feelings scare HD and he doesn’t want to fuck up the friendship so he distanced himself from 4K, like noticeably avoiding and leaving when he arrives. Just until the feelings pass. But 4K thinks he’s done something to truly upset HD and goes to try and make it right, whatever it is he wants to fix it. Which leads to a blurt out confession of HD’s feelings.

4K is more hesitant to return the feelings but he doesn’t reject HD either. He realises he’s not allowed himself to think of HD as anything more than a friend because he thought HD wouldn’t want that and when he takes time to put it all together he wants to be more than friends with HD and they start a slow dating so they can both work out their feelings to each other. Which is of course just confirmation that they’re in love with each other.

When they first start dating they keep it a secret from everyone. They’re not embarrassed or ashamed but they are both just starting to repair the relationship ship with their brothers and HD is growing more okay with being on the Overworld and they don’t want to drop another bombshell for them to accept. This of course means they have to sneak off for dates and time alone which they are totally fine with.

Still, even with the secrecy I imagine Sapnap had figured it out. Not right away but he sees the looks they give each other and their closeness when they don’t think people are looking. Sap is happy for them and he tries to tell it to George who is in full denial.

When a few more GodSibling fics are out and the timeline is better managed I super want to write a fic from Hd’s crush to their coming together. I did cave and am almost finished a tickle fic of them while in a relationship which I hope to post soon 🤞but until then, for where the fics are in the timeline right now, HD is crushing hard on 4K and 4K isn’t allow himself to feel anything more out of what he believes Hd wants. They are for sure ending up together and eventually will tell their relationship to the others.

I’m so so happy you love them too 🥺 I was literally shipping them for ages but was so worried how people would take them since I know shipping can be scary and serious to some people. Luckily I had friends encouraging me and the response to them has been lovely. Thank you all for validating my silly cute ship 🙏

#emmadoodlewrites #godsiblingau #the ship name would be 4D #tho I know that would be a bitch to tag right lol

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takuma/kaito marriage headcanons oh great one?

Oh goodness when's the last time I used the cute braincell instead of the cursed braincell

Like with previous marriage-related asks I'm gonna backtrack all the way to the proposal stage. Which means I have to backtrack even further to a general ship hc I've always had but don't think I've shared??? That being that I am convinced that Kaito and Takuma's mom would get along really well. You know cuz she's like kind of an overbearing mom and Kaito is Kaito.

I feel like I use "Kaito is Kaito" as an explanation for whatever the hell Kaito's got going on a lot but I really don't have a better way of describing him you know like he's just very very Kaito.

Anyways the idea Takuma's mom being overly worried about Takuma, and Takuma insisting that she's worried over nothing and trying to get Kaito to back him up, only for Kaito to side with his mom instead lives in my brain rent free. Just...Mrs. Momozuka deciding "this boy is my son now" from the day she meets him lol.

All this to say, I love the idea of her, over the years, getting to a point of "when are you finally going to marry him?" @ Takuma. Like Takuma somehow simultaneously already having planned on being with Kaito forever yet never having considered that marriage is a thing and also you have to propose before you can get married.

AND LIKE FROM THERE I HAVE THREE DIFFERENT HCS

#1 is the funniest but least likely one and is more of a meme than an actual hc but...Mrs. Momozuka straight up going "will you be my son in law?" @ Kaito and Takuma being like ???? did you just propose to him for me?????

#2 is the most likely one which is that once Takuma realizes that, hey maybe I should ask my bf to marry me, he just goes all out trying to plan a perfect romance-movie proposal because Takuma is a freaking sap. He's got a speech and everything that his mom and Agumon helped him rehearse. When he finally puts the plan into action, Kaito is anxious the entire time because he's been forced to watch enough romcoms that he knows what a set up to a proposal looks like but also doesn't want to assume anything and then get disappointed. His immediate response to "will you marry me" is "oh thank fuck" because he's relieved that he wasn't reading the situation wrong. Dumbass completely forgets to actually answer the question until Takuma asks if that was supposed to be a yes.

#3 is medium likely and medium funny which is Kaito asking first but in like the most blunt and casual way. It's not that he doesn't care as much he's just kind of a dork and isn't one for grand gestures, so one day they're spending time together and it crosses his mind that it would be kinda nice to be married so he just...says it. Like "hey do you wanna get married?" And Takuma is caught off guard and asks does he just mean at some indeterminate point in the future and he's like no I mean soon like do you wanna start planning a wedding now. The answer is yes but my god do their friends make fun of him for giving the least romantic proposal of all time. Takuma isn't disappointed at all, he thinks it was cute, but everyone else is jokingly like "if I were you I would've dumped his ass wtf"

THIS POST GOT LONG AND I HAVEN'T EVEN GOTTEN TO THE MARRIED PART YET JESUS CHRIST

Small ceremony in the red spider lily forest? Small ceremony in the red spider lily forest.

Disgustingly sappy couple. Annoying as hell. Yes Takuma we know you think you have the cutest husband in the world yes we know you're luckiest man on the planet YOU CAN SHUT UP NOW. How many years does it take for Kaito to stop getting flustered by literally everything Takuma does? The world may never know.

Kaito and Dracmon cook, the other two clean. Personal hc #500: Kaito learned how to cook from Ryo so he could make all of Miu's favorites when they were younger, and now he's just kind of good at it. (He would've asked Aoi but she was pretty strict and scared him a little bit at the time. He will never tell her this.) Agumon is not allowed in the kitchen because he eats every single ingredient before it can be used properly.

Miu will bring up the time Takuma said he'd like to have a sister like her and jokingly accuse him of planning to marry her brother all along.

Kaito never fully unlearns to be on high alert at all times, so he's a light sleeper. Takuma tries his best to be quiet if he ever needs to get up in the middle of the night or goes to bed late but he ends up accidentally waking him up 100% of the time. Kaito will pretend to still be asleep because he doesn't want Takuma to feel bad about it, but he's not very good at it.

Kaito will wake Takuma up in the middle of the night sometimes too like "hey do you like me?" "I literally married you, go back to sleep." He's fine most of the time but is occasionally prone to the sudden anxiety that Takuma will wake up one day and realize choosing him was a mistake. He can't sleep when that happens.

On that note, not forever, but for like the first year at most, Takuma constantly doing cute romantic things like planning spontaneous dates or just outright gushing about how much he loves him stresses Kaito the hell out because he's afraid that Takuma does too much for him while he does nothing in return, which would make him The Worst Ever and oh god oh shit Takuma deserves better. Which is STUPID because he's the one who spent hours learning how to make all of Takuma's favorite dishes from his mom and is constantly bringing home little things that "just reminded me of you," what do you MEAN you do NoThInG iN rEtUrN? Like admittedly if you were a total stranger on the outside looking it, it would kinda seem like Takuma loves Kaito a lot more than Kaito loves him, but their friends and family know that's not true. They're both equally obnoxiously and embarrassingly in love, actually.

They work it out eventually ofc but Takuma has to accept that he married an insecure doofus who sometimes needs to be reminded that he is NOT, in fact, The Worst Ever.

Ironically, while Kaito's in his own little idiot corner thinking Takuma's out of his league, Takuma thinks Kaito is out of his league. He's not insecure about it though he's more like "yeah that's right the perfect man agreed to marry me" yknow what I mean like he's just proud of it.

WHO LET ME WRITE ABOUT THEM AGAIN WHY IS THIS POST SO LONG? YOU WANNA KNOW HOW MANY WORDS THAT WAS? ONE THOUSAND ONE HUNDRED FIFTY SIX. I HAVE WRITTEN FICS SHORTER THAN THIS POST.

TLDR: they're idiot losers and they like each other a lot

#digimon survive #kaito shinonome #takuma momozuka #you guys keep asking me for hcs and I don't think you realize what you're unleashing upon the world when you do that #'oh great one' made me smile btw sldkfa I am neither great nor particularly creative I am just mentally ill and really like kaito

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