#oh the wonderful joy of being a creator

[emberglowfox]

being obsessed with an oc story is such a different experience than i understood before mine. ESPECIALLY if its a story you want to tell and therefore can't 'spoil'. it's much much different from a fandom fixation, in my opinion. like.

i have poured my heart and soul into this story and i am unbelievably proud of it. it's been over a year and it's still not finished and i feel like i've gotten nowhere. content of it brings me immeasurable joy. i have to make all of that content myself, or pay for it, or get incredibly lucky when people get interested enough to draw some themselves. i think about it for literal hours a day, almost every day. i can't think about anything else. people talking about it with me is one of the most joyful experiences i've had. i think i've fully exhausted the people close to me with it and i don't blame them. this is maybe the most dedicated i've ever been to something. i don't share interests with my friends anymore and i'm scared i'll fall out of relevance. i created these characters. i feel like they're real. i came up with this plot thread. the characters told me it would happen, and i had little say. they're me. they're not. i feel like it's controlling me. i let it. it lives in my head in the realest, most physical sense. i let it. i love it. i won't leave. i can't leave. i'm not sure anymore if i'm the spider, the web, or the fly

#i've stepped back from using the word hyperfixation because i'm not sure where on the neurodivergent scale i fall #(in terms of conditions that experience hyperfixations) #but there's not a lot of words that capture that similar intensity of investment that aren't similarly charged #this is a bit silly and prose-y but i wanted to talk about it #ftr i talk about this w my friends and think about it FAR more than i post about it Anywhere #for aforementioned reasons and also its just. so unbearably constant #sparks speaks #should i put this in my vent tag...? #oh the wonderful joy of being a creator

[luvtak]

corona borealis, lfx

✧ genre/tw rambly soul-crushing fluff, one sweet kiss!!, lovely as a pet-name, felix being an undeniably sweet bf like always and hearing a bedtime story <3 , largely unedited.

✧ w/c 952 <3

✧ a/n definitely not brought on by asea felix are you kidding... he's so lovely i just had to dawdle on about it somewhere so here you go! also, the thought of telling lix a bedtime story makes me wanna cry i hope i'm not alone. mwah!!

His arm is hot around you, keeping you safe from the scary silhouettes the shadows bring, and the night is breathing. A group of you had come to this little campground for a night away from the city lights, and while the two of you are alone you can still hear the rest of the boy’s nighttime sounds mixing in with crickets and critters. 

Your boyfriend stands beside you, listening intently as you tell him stories of the stars. Usually, these tales come from the comfort of your bed–rustling under covers and speaking into his mouth, sharing breath and love until you fall asleep, tracing false shapes in the plastic stars adorning your ceiling. But tonight, under the cover of a too cold darkness you tell him his bedtime stories beneath the sky. 

His face is tilted up, looking to see where your fingers are pointing, and the soft glint in his midnight eyes makes you pause. You’ve never known someone who looked so alive, someone with a sun for a soul. Felix has the brightest smile you’ve ever seen, alight with joy and senseless mischief–eyes wide with wonder at the constellations rising above him. 

Looking at him is dizzying; that feeling when you put your arms out and spin so fast you fall, a carousel going so round and round. You feel like flying, rising up like the moment Icarus’ wings took him up and away. 

Sometimes you wonder if it’s normal to feel like this… if everyone in love feels as though they are the creator, the inventor of such depraved desire and compassion for another. Surely, you must be the first–no one else had felt Felix’s fingertips on their skin or his lips sweetly drinking them in. How could someone say they’ve encountered a deeper love than this when your sweetheart is the embodiment of love, Venus as a boy. 

He turns to you in your moment of hesitation, smiling at you with all the care in the world. He loves you endlessly, burns for you and the soft caress of your affection. You can tell he doesn’t know why you stopped speaking, but he’s happy just the same–sharing your space and time, living in this moment with you. He remembers the first time you told him a story, speaking the words softly, he thinks he fell in love right there. 

“What’s that one?” he asks, catching your still raised hand in his own. 

“Oh, it's a crown, see?” you can see his eyes tracing the points, finding the shape that connects the points together. “It’s Ariadne’s wedding tiara, she was a princess of Crete who helped Theseus slay her brother the Minotaur Asterion. After they escaped the labyrinth, the prince left her on the Island of Naxos where she was found by Dionysus,” 

“He left her there?!” he gasps, your sweet boy forever confused by ill intentions, even in a story. 

“Yeah, he’s so lame, right? Anyway, after the God finds her on his island they fall in love and eventually marry… the crown was her wedding present, and after she died Dionysus flung it into the sky to honor her.”

Felix is quiet for a long time after this, inhaling the story with all the deference you deserve. After every narrative he takes his time to think about how he feels about it: the first time you finished a movie with him and he was quiet for fifteen minutes before he told you he liked it, he is like that now. Quietly staring at the sky, not ignoring you for his hand still made its path up and down your arm and you know if you called his name he’d answer, but you don’t want to interrupt his silent seeking. 

His life is noisy, spirited, and wonderful in all the ways a beautiful boy like him creates, your infatuation came in chaos–in mindless chatter and kitchen counter dance parties, but you fell in love in silence. In the moments when the world was quiet and all you could hear was his heartbeat, the drawling intake of his lungs filling and releasing. You adore his voice, but just existing with him, sharing the same air would be lovely enough for a lifetime. 

Finally, after minutes of staring ahead, he speaks–softly but with no less intensity, 

“If something were to happen to you I would make you into a constellation.” 

His eyes, bright with longing stare into yours, and you know he’s not being funny. He means it with all of him, means it with every atom of his being. 

Shocked and in love with him you laugh, bursting with fondness never hidden. “I love you too,” you say, for you know that's what he means. A love that spills from his veins whenever he thinks of you, so massive and consuming that the words aren’t enough. “I’d make a constellation for you too, it’d be the prettiest one in the whole sky.” 

When he moves closer to you, you can feel the smile radiating on his shadowed face–sweeping his grin over the plane of your cheekbones. Scorching your skin where his lips touch, a traveling forest fire of kisses. When his journey ends, sliding his mouth over yours the flames grow, getting taller and taller as his caress goes deeper. 

The night is chilly, but there is no need for a coat when his arms are around you–sweeping you into his embrace with only the stars to watch. 

“Lets go to bed, lovely” he muttered, breathing through open-mouthed kisses and shared smiles. Leading you to where your tent lies, to where stories and sleep await you–love and life and dreams filled with him, your constellation of a boy. 

© LUVTAK 2024

#felix fluff #felix x reader #felix scenarios #stray kids #skz #stray kids x reader #lee felix x reader #skz x reader #stray kids scenarios #skz imagines #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #lee felix #felix

[idkfitememate]

Idk if it's obvious or not but I love the boar!creator so much! Could you possibly do one where they spend time with klee going fish blasting (fish blasting™ is not jean approved) and they run into razor? I really want to see what razor thinks of fish blasting :D then maybe we could get a little more andrius content? Ahh this is just such a cool concept!

Being surrounded on all sides by wolves was an amazing feeling.

The warmth, the fuzziness, the feeling of Razor’s hands running up and down your spine. Knowing Andrius was just a snort away.~

Yes life was good.

…

…

…

*BOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM*

…Uh oh.

Klee.

You jumped up, making Razor flinch. You immediately apologized with a small huff to his face, which made him giggle. You tried to get out of the pile, only to be picked up by a certain blue wolf. You allowed yourself to be carried like a cub by the wind spirit. You also noted that Razor had climbed on Andrius’s back.

Now you’d have to witnesses. Neato.

As the three of you wondered out of the Wolvendom, you immediately found the child solider at a nearby pound. Blowing it sky fucking high.

You struggled out of the larger’s maw and ran towards the child, snorting the whole way. She must’ve heard your steps because she turned around immediately and gasped.

“Boar-boar! Razor! Mr. Andrius!” She said with the cutest smile agh your heart-

You ran up and nuzzled against her and she hugged you back. Andrius bounded over and let Razor off his back. Noticing this you rush back, grab his pants, and pull him towards the lake, Andrius chuckling.

“Would you like to fish blast with me!” Klee asked, Razor looked confused and you urged her to continue.

“Oh! Fish blasting is when we blast fish! Like this!” She summoned a bomb and threw it into the pound, the water bursting towards the sky was the explosive beneath the surface exploded.

Razor watched as fish flew through the air, some landing on the ground and some landed back in the water. He glanced at you and you looked… well you looked more than happy to be here.

He nodded and Klee bounced in joy, stepping aside so he could take his turn. Summoning his blade, he slung the weapon into the water after charging in, causing the pond to erupt into a brilliant purple.

Both you and Klee awed at the sight, and cater it was done Klee ran and jumped up to give Razor a hug, completing him over and over for his skill.

And now it was your turn.

You back up, before running up and jumping into the pool. The duo looked into the water…

Before it exploded upwards in a supercharged explosion! Fire and electricity danced with each other in the air and the smell of singed fish filled their noses.

Soon enough - after the water fell back into the pound - you crawled out, your fur drenched and you wagging your tail at the accomplishment.

“WOW!!! THAT WAS SO SUPER DUPER AMAZING BOAR-BOAR!!” Klee cried. She ran to you and hugged you hard.

“…That was… cool..” Razor said. He was still a bit start struck from the display, but he was able to bring himself to running a hand through your fur.

You looked for Andrius to see if he’d give you a compliment… only to see him eating the singed fish. You both made eye contact.

And you burst out into snort laughter. Rolling in your side, Klee and a Razor also began to laugh.

Today, was a good day.

Mmm fish blasting with Klee. I wanna do that so bad- MMMM WHY CANT KLEE BE REAL ૮꒰ ˶꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ˶꒱ა♡-

#genshin impact sagau #sagau x reader #sagau #x reader #x gn reader #gn y/n #yandere x reader #yandere x you #Boar!Creator #anon <3 #asks <3

[starleska]

Have you ever read the Twelve and Toymaker comic? It gives a few more interesting looks into how the Toymaker thinks that aren’t touched on in the novelisation. Most interestingly (and the main focus of the comic) is that the Toymaker is terrified of the universe outside of the Toyroom — which seems to be defined by its walls, in the novelisation the Toymaker puts particular emphasis on the walls with the candy-striped wallpaper lined with dolls — because it has no walls and because he doesn’t (didn’t? He does in the Giggle) have much control of it.

(‘‘The Toyroom is growing old, Doctor. So ancient that it no longer functions, as either prison or playground. The barriers between the Toyroom and the wider universe are growing thin, and it is this that has allowed you to wrest control of the toys, as my power wanes. Soon, there will be no Toyroom and I shall be loose in a wild, unforgiving universe, a cosmos with no walls. I can hardly conceive of such infinite horror.’’)

(‘‘You’ve given a madman access to the entire universe! With that sort of power, think what he’ll do!’’ ‘‘That’s just it, Clara, he doesn’t want the universe. Didn’t you hear him? He’s terrified of it. He can’t bear the thought of losing his control. He needs his safety net.’’)

And that he doesn’t tend to accept help unless he thinks he’s won it.

(‘‘So you’re just giving him the TARDIS?’’ ‘‘Don’t be ridiculous. I’m building a new Toyroom!’’ ‘‘Inside the TARDIS!’’ ‘‘Precisely! I had to let him think he’d won. He’d never accept my help otherwise.’’)

And THESE PANELS lives in my head

(‘‘I had to help him, Clara. Can you understand?’’ ‘‘Let me see... a lonely God, drifting through space and time in his magical toy box? Yeah, I think I understand, Doctor, all too well.’’)

The EU tends to give the Toymaker more than his actual TV appearances (mmmm his rambles about being alone in the void and the cold in the novelisation). I need to dissect him and study him in detail so bad

hello love!!! oh my goodness thank you for sending this my way, because i haven't read this comic yet but the sections you've sent me have absolutely broken my heart 💔 what an interesting look into the Toymaker's psyche…it makes perfect sense. when you're a trauma survivor of any kind, especially if you grew up in a traumatic environment, the control you're able to have over that environment (no matter how minimal) is often all that keeps you together…you have to find comfort in that there and whatever small safe space you can carve out for yourself to survive. this has given me a lot to think about, because i wrote the Toymaker with what i think was the canonisation given when he spoke to the Sixth Doctor; that the Toymaker created his Toyroom after a very long time of aimlessly using his powers, when he didn't have a concept of gameplay. there seems to be some contention about whether or not the Toymaker is the creator of the majority of older games in the universe/the concept of games (The Giggle seems to allude to that?), or if he was inspired by other beings who created the games first. i like to think it's a bit of both; that he is the originator of many early games and gameplay rules, but it was the barriers between the voidspace (and his Toyroom) which let in the ideas from other beings 👀 the idea that the Toyroom is the Toymaker's island of safety against a universe which fundamentally doesn't make sense to him is so distressing 😭💖 i think a lot of us who've gone through difficult things can relate to that experience…of having your safe place slowly eroded as circumstances change and you grow older. but it makes sense!!! if he had no one, and the only thing he could cling to were the rules of his games (seemingly the only thing which brings him joy), the inherent chaos of the universe would be terrifying to him. no matter how much he tries to make it so, the universe just isn't a game with rules that can allow him to win: it's random, and brutal. is it any wonder that he has such tantrums when he loses, or when he perceives someone to be cheating? it isn't just that he's upset about losing or bad sportsmanship...it's the literal fabric of his entire worldview being torn apart. oh lord the bit about him not accepting help unless he thinks he's won it…how familiar does that sound to those of us who were traumatised early on? needing to 'earn' things like affection, shelter, food, etc. by working twice as hard, because we feel we don't deserve it inherently...the fact that the Doctor shows the Toymaker such compassion even though the Toymaker is such a dangerous, destructive entity is a real credit to their character. i really appreciate The Giggle replicating that and showing how the Doctor empathises with the Toymaker's terror by offering to play with him...i wish we'd had more time to explore the 'vastness that will never cease'. i don't think that good or bad mean nothing to the Toymaker...i think he's petrified of it. suddenly we understand why he's so boastful about his abilities, like an arrogant child...he's asserting himself against the universe as the only safety he's ever known crumbles. god. my heart hurts - that image of him sitting with the dolls of himself and the Doctor is killing me. i am going to go and read this comic and cry now, thank you so much 😭💖 yes please do!!!! your insight into the Toymaker is fantastic and i'd love to see more character studies of him 😭💖

#*slaps the Toymaker's head* this interdimensional entity can fit so much trauma #the toymaker #doctor who #the doctor #twelfth doctor #clara oswald #the celestial toymaker #the giggle #dw #starleskasks #long post #tw: trauma

[bowieandqueen11]

Tobey!Peter Parker Dating A Plus Size Reader Would Include...

Request: Hello! I know I sent requests for "random request go!" so feel free to ignore me. I was just wondering - I was reading again your Spider-Man stuff (cause it is FANTASTIC <3 ) and I saw that in your note to "Andrew!Peter x Plus Size!Reader" you said that if anybody would ever want to, you'd be willing to write Tobey!Peter x Plus Size!Reader too. I was wondering if that's still the case. Cause if yes, I'd love to see it one day! No pressure of course, you can skip it if you want! Have a great day!

Oh my gosh lovely of course I will thank you so much, I didn't think anyone actually read those notes aha but I'm so happy you did!! Between Across the Spiderverse (which I still haven't seen yet I'm so slow!) and the Insomniac Spiderman trailer I am being well fed :)

Warning: mentions of blood/injury!

(I do not own Spider-Man or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @fmribeiro01.)

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°

I'm not joking even THINKING about this as a concept is making me squeal because like?? Tobey Peter?? Omg. Absolutely adores you. 24/7, non stop heart eyes motherfcker. Be ready for him to give you looks of such gut wrenching love and vulnerability that you'll just want to squish his cheeks together and kiss his forehead like the puppy he is.

You were 100% Peter's childhood crush, no question asked. You were always invited around to Peter's birthday parties, where the two of you would be thick as thieves for the whole night. Even poor exasperated Harry would find it oddly adorable when it was time to give Petey his cake, and he would bashfully pull out the chair beside him at the table for you to scoot onto. He thought he was so slick, bless his heart, when he reached over to fix your wonky party hat with his tiny shaking fingers, or shyly looked over at the rim of uneven frosting towards you when Aunt May carried out the homemade cake and told him to make a wish. You were always the last one to be picked up, despite living right next door: Ben, the sly old fox, could see how enamoured Peter was. How he had the firmest grip he had ever seen his nephew squeeze out around your arm, and how Peter stood holding the present you had given him in his other hand, not even noticing it because he was too busy fervently nodding and being strung along by every word you would say.

Ben would stall your parents at the door, blocking the way in by pretending to lean on his elbow, and spouting off about whether he was going to paint the living room a periwinkle or an egg shell blue. When your parents finally started to get impatient, you kissed Peter on the side of his cheek and left with a big wave, not really noticing the way he was standing stock-still, his fingers tentatively touching the side of his face and his mouth agape, blubbering like a blow fish. May has never seen him run so fast up the staircase, but Peter's so desperate to curl up alone under his duvet and thank whatever he can think of for making his wish come true, touching the wet imprint of your lips with a revered awe. Eventually, his giggling gets so loud during the night, that Ben has to come out and close over his door so he and May can get at least a little sleep.

A lot of your teenage years is spent with you jumping over your chain link fence in the middle of the night to meet a very anxious looking Peter, whose face quickly grows into a bright smile when he pulls the latest edition of the comic series you've been share-reading out from behind his back. Sitting on the cold tile by his garage, the night would slowly weave diamond dust through the sky, and sparkling joy through the irises of Peter's eye as the two of you stuck your heads together and poured over the pages. Every so often he would have to blink away, pretending he was fixing his glasses because you would catch the side-eye look he was giving you.

By the end of the night, you've fallen asleep, slobbering onto Peter's shoulder. He hasn't moved an inch: as still as marble, and doing his best to hold his breath so he doesn't rustle you, and so he can memorise the way your gratifying weight feels against the side of his shoulder. So he can imprint into his mind how tender your skin feels against his burning neck. It's only when Aunt May comes out to shake the two of you awake from the school bus that he runs into the kitchen all flustered. He grabs his backpack, and says goodbye, but refuses to change his jumper because he can still feel your imprint against the coarse wool.

From time to time that day, you'll peer round the door of your locker to catch him leaning into his, so giddy he's almost vibrating on the spot, which is probably why he's so distracted he bangs his head on the metal top of his own locker door oops.

Lunch that afternoon is even worse! Sitting diagonal across from Peter, you slide into the table next to an already frustrated looking Harry, whose kicking Pete's feet under the table and making incredibly unsubtle raised eyebrow points your way. He's so sick of the way his best friend will spend every minute of his time with you just staring: peering over his fruit pot, blabbering incoherently to himself with ruddy cheeks when he passes you the salt and your pinkie fingers brush, looking at your reflection in his spoon, pretending to stretch his arms and yawn just so he can 'look around the room', which also just so happens to be only the part that you're sitting in. He just wants his friend to be happy, and honestly, he's kind of dumbstruck that the two of you aren't together already, considering his eyes light up like gold-struck dawn every time he sees you.

It's only when Flash Thompson passes by and knocks Peter's elbow out from under him that he finally stops staring over at you. Mainly because his eyes are too busy slamming into his lunch tray, and breaking the bridge of his glasses down hard against his nose. The spell you wisp around his heart is finally broken when the blood starts gushing down his nose, and you have to half-carry him to the medical office. He spends 50% of the time walking there apologising to you, and the other 50% of the time is spent trying to stop his fingers from clenching into your arm. You've tucked him into your side, holding half his torso against you so he can spend most of his effort on pinching his nose, but he doesn't even care that he's swallowing blood anymore, he's so focused on how close he's pressed up against you. The feeling only grows more fervent, more needy, until he's twitching his thighs against the nurse's table to try and get himself to calm down, when you stay with him for the rest of the period to try and wipe some of the blood away. The way you're so close to his lips, the way that your gentle fingers are dabbing so close to his mouth that he can feel his rushing breath brush against your hairs is making him go cross-eyed with how much he's trying to focus on you.

'You know...', you start after a minute, biting your bottom lip nervously as you continued to dab at peter's nostril. 'I have eyes, Petey.'

'I-I know that, silly', he says, his breath coming out in a confused gasp. 'Me too!'

'I- I know you've been looking at me. Because I've been looking at you, too.'

His heart seems to be slamming into the caged cavity of his ribs, and yet everything seems to simultaneously be standing still: caught in a hazy, gliding, wavering dream as you slowly... ever so slowly drop the cloth into the sink, and break through the few inches between the two of you to press your lips against his top one.

For a moment, Peter is so shocked all he can do is widen his eyes, not even processing that the thing he's spent every moment of his waking and sleeping life wishing for ever since he was a child was happening right now. He tries really hard to stop his whole body from shaking, as his silky lashes finally falter shut against the top of your cheeks and he tries to focus his whole attention on the way your plush lip seems to press so perfectly against his own. After a few seconds though, when he hears the clattering of trays fall to the floor and the darkness he was letting himself fall willingly down into seems a little harder to blink out of, he realises the sound was him.

You're worried you've upset him, or stepped too far, or misconstrued his intentions when Peter falls backwards off you, but that's quickly replaced by frantic concern when he starts sliding to the floor. Thankfully, your reflexes are almost as good as his, and you're quick to wrap your arm around his back and cradle his head against your breastbone before he can slam his head against the floor again. He has to spend the rest of the day lying in the office's bed waiting until Uncle Ben can pick him up, but it was completely worth it. As he gazes up at the inane, plastered ceiling, suddenly everything else in life seemed so silly and pointless. All he cared about was rubbing his pointer finger over the wet patch of your saliva still dotted against his bottom lip, his eyes filled with a million bursting stars as he saw beyond the ceiling and into the skies, thanking it for making his birthday wish come true.

The two of you move into his crumby apartment after high school, and honestly? It's the happiest time in Peter's life. Sure, it may be small, and the walls may be flaky and they may shake every time a train rolls past the tracks outside, but every time he comes home to them he's greeted by the memories of the two of you laying against them like when you were kids, falling asleep against each other's heads as you read into the night. Sure, Ditkovich may hound the two of you constantly for rent, and the afternoons may be drowned out by the sound of his friends playing poker a couple of doors over, but they were so easy to forget in the evenings when you turned on your slightly dented radio and made a flustered Peter dance with you across the room, not stopping until you had him held tightly in your arms and he was so embarrassed with his two left feet that he was hiding his head in the curve of your luscious neck.

And sure, you may have picked up pretty quickly that Peter was Spiderman, considering he keeps hopping out the balcony at random hours and leaves his suit sometimes crumpled at the bottom of the closet, but you love him. And he adores you more than anything any universe could throw at him. So life, for the most part, is good.

Honestly, it's so cosy living with him?? Peter literally has spider strength, so he adores it when you lie on top of him in your bed. After a while of just nattering peacefully to each other about your days, winding down by playing with each other's fingers and sneaking kisses through the brackets of your arms, he feels so at peace to feel your weight familiarly resting on top of him. This need increases tenfold after he loses Ben, I think there's something so comforting to him, to know and feel that you're still so close to him, that he can synch the anxious patter of his heart against your own. He's so sweet bless him. he gets so sleepy that his head keeps falling down on top of your own, but he's so quick to lift it up again. He blinks languidly, that honey-sweet, silvery smile shadowed only by the tempered glow of the warm moonlight drifting through the balcony as he tries desperately to keep himself awake, giving his full attention to you.

There's just something about drifting off to the sound of your voice, knowing that for once, he's safe. That he's wrapped up, looked after, comforted by the love of his life. It just feels really nice to be the one coddled from time to time.

Sometimes, you'll jolt awake in the dead of night by the sound of some strange, wistful whispering echoing from somewhere in the near empty room. It takes your brain a little whirring time to realise it's coming from the hand that's spooning your waist, and the nose that's pressed tightly against the back of your thigh. Turns out Peter spends a lot of his sleepless nights tracing over your stretch marks, nestling down your back and reverently dancing his fingers up and down the tiger stipes on your waist. Every so often, he would rub his nose against their aureate lines in a fond kiss, gingerly resting his cheek against your bare skin again as he tried not to wake you up. What really made your heart melt, though, was the way an awe-struck 'wow' would slip from his lips in such a reverential tone, that Peter became so overwhelmed and could do nothing else but leave a small kiss against the side of your leg, dotted by slick tears.

This man picks you up on his scooter after your shift at work, mainly because 1) you are a much better driver than him, and it actually gets home in one piece rather than being tangled under a car wheel somewhere, and 2) when he's super stressed he finds it so comforting to wrap his arms around your side and press his forehead tightly into your back, letting the whole world melt away until nothing but whirling air and the scent of you is left. He always arrives outside your office building ten minutes early, making your secretary laugh when she spots him straightening his best flowery tie in the reflection of the waste bin by the bench outside. He has his best suit on, freshly pressed, and is nervously stepping from foot to foot with a crumpled bouquet of roses in his hand, like a teenager waiting to ask his crush to prom.

Every. Single. Day. You honestly just wait for the secretary to buzz you so you can grab your coat and run outside; you know far too well that Peter either dumps his Spidey suit through the window, or just wears his proper suit underneath so he isn't late. Doesn't matter if he has to catch five buses from the Daily Bugle, or has to 'borrow' his moped from 'Joe's Pizza' to get there on time, he's always there. And he always wants to look his best for you, even though he's still so surprised that someone as ethereal as you would even bother to look his way that he has to shuffle a handkerchief out of his trouser pocket and dab at the sweat beading on his forehead.

It's either that, or Peter scaring the bejesus out of you by picking you up with his webs. You'll just be minding your own business, walking down the sidewalk on your way back from your lunch break, only to be hoisted, screaming into the air and past an equally petrified looking pigeon. Peter does feel bad the first time he did this, since you were screaming the whole time he swung you, but you've settled into a better routine now. You've found it easier to watch the scattered tiles of churches and the blurred crests of building whiz by while you're holding on tightly to his waist, and your feet are firmly pressed on top of his own so he can keep you steady against him. I mean, you might still bury your head into his shoulder blade in absolute terror, but he makes it up to you by landing you down gracefully on top of your office a couple of minutes before you go back in.

The adrenaline from swinging about New York makes the kisses far more heated, and it's always helpful to have a little privacy when you pull the edge of his latex mask harshly up past the bridge of his nose and nearly knock him flying over the cornerstones with how fervidly you smash your lips against him. His arms instinctively come to wrap around you, and even he's grown a little more emboldened by the knowledge that you actually do love him and this isn't some cruel villain trick or high school prank, to open his mouth and press his tongue lovingly against yours. He never wants to let you go, so before he lets you go back to your job he gives you a tight hug, and presses a million warm little kisses in a treasure trail down the pulse point in your neck.

This man literally has like... two outfits, so he's constantly wearing your clothes! Surprise! You come home to find him sitting criss-cross on the bed, face bruised and tired worn from his latest clash with Doc Ock, but your sweatshirt tucked over him and lifted up against his cheeks like a little hidden koala bear. Surprise! You plan a surprise birthday party for him with Aunt May, only for him to turn up after work wearing one of your jumpers! It's just so snug, and homey, and it reminds Peter of when he was ten years old; when you came round to sleepover, and the two of you would crash on his mat after spending so long pouring through and excitedly talking about the new quantum theories in the science magazines he used to buy with his pocket money, Peter would shuffle up beside you. With a sharp breath, he would tentatively turn on his side and pray he wouldn't wake you up, curling into the foetal position. With a smile like dawn breaking through the soft tufts of a cloud, he would press his nose into your shoulder and just breathe you in, hoping he would never forget it as long as he lived.

This man loves to take you out dancing, mainly so he can grin wildly and show you off to every other customer in the restaurant. Every time he passes the waiter, or the Maitre d', he points wildly at your back and mouths ecstatically 'that's my Y/n!'. He legitimately pools all the money he's made from the photography, and from the pizza delivery together so he can take you to a fancy restaurant uptown. He feels so nervous when he gets up with that breathless smile and offers you his hand, but all his troubles just immediately melt away once he feels your hand brush over the strands of hair at the nape of his neck. He falls against you, easily caught just like he was all those years ago. Your fingers feel so soft, so perfect as they slot between his own, although his left hand never stops rubbing over the supple skin of your waist as he sways the two of you back and forth in time to the dream-like lullaby of the string quartet.

#spiderman #spiderman imagine #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker headcanons #peter parker x plus size reader #tobey!peter #tobey!spidey #tobey!peter parker #spiderman x reader #spiderman headcanons #plus size reader #spiderman x plus size reader #tobey!peter parker imagine #tobey!spiderman #tobey!spidey imagine #tobey!spiderman imagine

[storiesforallfandoms]

our next step ~ swaggersouls

word count: 1611

request?: yes!

“hey hey!! i adore your work and was wondering if you could do a swaggerwouls x fem!reader? maybe something along the lines of the reader also being a youtuber and them having a baby together and announcing it to their fans?🥺i’ve been having major baby fever lately lol. super sorry if this goes against any of your rules and it’s totally cool if you’re not comfortable writing it! :)”

description: in which they decide to tell their fans the major update in their lives

pairing: swaggersouls x female!reader

warnings: swearing, two uses of y/n, rpf

masterlist (one, two, three)

Being content creators with a very small social media presence outside of YouTube and Twitch made it incredibly easy to hide my pregnancy.

It’s not that we didn’t want to tell our fans. The majority of mine and Swagger’s relationship was online for everyone to see since we vlogged and gamed with each other regularly. If anything, it made more sense to tell everyone when I found out I was pregnant. And I had actually filmed most of my pregnancy to make one big vlog once the baby came.

But, like I said, the majority of our relationship was online. Not only that, but most of my life since I was in my late teens was online for the world to see. We decided that we wanted something for just ourselves, even just for a little while.

Neither of us posted on social media enough for it to be suspicious if we were suddenly MIA for months, and my face cam when I was streaming was always positioned in a way that showed me from my shoulders up, so my bump wasn’t on camera. The only thing my fans would notice was some weight gain in my face, which was easy to just say was because I had gained weight in general.

The other Misfits knew, of course. We told them shortly after we found out. Tobi was ecstatic that her son was going to have a Misfits friend. The guys were all happy for us, too, but Cam teased Swagger about being the last person in the group any of them expected to become a father.

“So, you’re giving up weed then?” Cam asked after we told him.

“Fuck no! I’ll go smoke outside instead.”

After nine long months, plus roughly six hours of labor, our baby girl came into the world and our family was complete.

She had Swagger wrapped around her tiny fingers from the second he laid his eyes on her. He loved her almost more than he loved our cats, which is definitely saying something. But, I did say almost.

A month or so after our daughter, Daisy, was born, Swagger and I were laid in bed together. I was reading while Swagger was watching stuff on his phone with little Daisy asleep on his chest. I kept glancing over at them and smiling at the sight. I couldn’t help it, seeing Swagger as a dad just made me happy. Especially seeing him with the little human that we made. It was hard to explain the level of joy I felt.

“Take a picture, it lasts longer,” Swagger said, giving me a playful smile.

I hadn’t even realized I was staring until that moment. I shook myself out of my thoughts and retorted, “That’s not as insulting as you think it is. If I could reach my phone, I’d take so many pictures of you right now.”

“Oh, I am well aware.” He reached out to hold my hand while trying to move very little as to not wake Daisy. “What had you thinking so hard anyways?”

I looked at Daisy again, another smile involuntarily tugging at the corners of my mouth. I just couldn’t help it.

Instead of telling him what I had actually been thinking about, I found myself saying, “Should we tell our viewers about Daisy soon?”

“We did say we’d announce it after she was born,” he said. “And they’ve definitely noticed that you haven’t vlogged in months.”

“Do you think it’s time?”

Swagger looked at Daisy and asked, “What do you think, Daisy? Should we tell the world you exist?” The baby let out a heavy sigh, but otherwise didn’t move or wake up. “I think that was a yes.”

~~~~~~

The next day, I broke out the old vlog camera that I hadn’t used since before I developed my baby bump. Surprisingly, the battery hadn’t died even from lack of use.

“This feels foreign,” I said as I turned the camera on. “I haven’t vlogged in ages. I wonder if I’ll even remember how to do it.”

“You’re just setting it up to sit in front of it,” Swagger teased.

“Hey, that’s hard to do when you haven’t worked a camera in, like, a year.” I set the camera up on the tripod and turned to him. “Sit your ass down, knight boy.”

“That was a terrible insult.”

Swagger sat down on the couch, wearing his ski mask and holding Daisy in his arms. He had her positioned in a way that her face was hidden from the camera. We both agreed that we would not be showing her face on camera while she was a kid, but we also thought it would be hilarious to start the video with Swagger just holding our baby that no one knew even existed.

“She’s going to be terrified if she wakes up and sees the mask,” I said as I sat next to him.

“She’ll have to get used to it eventually,” he said. “Maybe I’ll just walk around the house with it on.”

“Do not do that. I know you would use that as an excuse to just scare me.”

He gave me a look, and I could tell from his eyes that he was smirking under his mask.

“Anyways,” I said, turning away from him. “Hello. I know you guys are all wondering, what is this thing.” I gestured to Daisy.

“Thing,” Swagger snickered.

“This is our baby,” I said, ignoring him. “It is the bun I baked for nine months, and now here she is. And I know you’re also all wondering, (Y/N) and Swagger, when did you guys have a baby?”

“About a month ago,” Swagger responded. “And technically, (Y/N) had the baby. I just put the baby in her.”

“Yeah, thanks for that.” To the camera, I said, “We know you guys have so many questions. The short story is, we weren’t trying for a baby. It was definitely a shock to us both, but it was a good shock. Announcing my pregnancy wasn’t the first thing we thought of. Actually, it took, like, a week for us to realize we hadn’t said anything online about it, and at that point we kind of came to the conclusion that we wanted the pregnancy to be an us thing instead of a shared internet thing.”

“We were being very selfish,” Swagger said.

“But we’re not sorry,” I added.

“Oh, not at all. We love you guys, but sometimes we do need some privacy, and this was definitely one of those times.” He glanced down at Daisy, his eyes lighting up just looking at her. I decided against teasing him in that moment because it was just too cute. He continued, “And I’m going to answer the important question, which is no, not even becoming a father will stop me from smoking weed.”

I playfully rolled my eyes.

“Everyone was thinking it!” Swagger argued. “Obviously I’m not smoking 24/7, or around the baby, but I’m not giving it up all together. I’m not becoming a square just because I have a kid.”

“Should we tell everyone her name, or are we just going to keep calling her ‘the baby’?”

“I don’t see a problem with telling everyone her name.”

“Her name is Daisy.”

As if hearing her name, Daisy made a soft cooing noise and opened her eyes. Swagger moved her so she would look at me first. We were joking for the video before, but we were actually a little nervous about her reaction to seeing Swagger in his ski mask for the first time. It was something we’d have to ease her into when she was much older.

“Hey baby,” I said, taking her from Swagger. “Woke up to be in your first ever video, huh? You’re ready to be a star.”

She looked up at me with her big, brown eyes. Ever since she was born, everyone said she looked exactly like me, but not her eyes. She definitely had Swagger’s eyes.

“That’s it, I guess,” I said. “We’re going to take some time to take care of this one and get used to having a baby, then we’ll be back to regular streams and uploads eventually. Uh...yeah. Bye, I guess?” I looked over to Swagger. “Can you turn the camera off? I’m holding Daisy.”

He got up and did as I asked. Once the camera was off, he pulled off the ski mask and tossed it off to the side. “That went well.”

“I’m weirdly nervous about it,” I admitted. “My heart is pounding. Daisy can definitely feel it.”

“You don’t have to be nervous. I don’t think anyone is going to react poorly to us announcing we’re parents now.”

“I’d doubt it, but weirdly I still am.”

Swagger sat down next to me and put an arm around my shoulder. I leaned into him, stretching my legs out and resting Daisy on them so she could look at the both of us. She was very interested in her surroundings. According to my mom, babies can only see so far when they’re first born, and their vision increases as time goes on. I’m not sure if that’s completely true, but it was adorable to think that she was just now seeing everything for the first time.

“I can’t believe we made this,” I said. “We made a whole human being.”

“We can make another one, if you want.”

I shot him a look. “No way. My body does not need to go through that ever again. We can practice, though.”

“Deal.” He pulled me close and kissed the top of my head.

#swaggersouls #swaggersouls imagine #swaggersouls x reader #misfits #misfits imagine #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom #rpf

[keikomiura]

i can't believe 2023 is almost at an end, and to me, that means that it's been about 2 years since i remade my tumblr. with that said, i wanted to take this time to express how much i appreciate all of the mutuals who decided to continue following me on this second tumblr account plus all of the new mutuals that i have met since then.

when i first joined tumblr back in october 2010, i really did not expect to have any followers or even mutuals, especially since i tend to keep to myself most of the time. but then i met so many wonderful people on this website whether they shared the same interests as me, posted amazing creative works for their fandoms ( and even inspired me to dabble with gifmaking again, oh and please support creators on this website by reblogging their work! ), or brought absolute joy on my dash.

to my mutuals, even if we haven't talked once or i haven't checked in with you, please know that i love you, and i'm thankful to be a mutual of yours. thank you for your messages, tagging me in your posts, and just being lovely all around. i honestly don't think i would have created another account after losing access to my first one if it weren't for all of you. you guys truly deserve all the love and praise in the world 🖤✨

so if you haven't already, please consider checking out my mutuals' tumblrs and following them! i'm wishing everyone all the best in the new year 🎉

( part 1 of 2 ) @ad-astrah | @aemondtragaryen | @alcottts | @annacoleman | @benoitblanc | @binickmiller | @blackpnk | @bladesrunner | @bo-kryzze | @buckleys-diaz | @calkestis | @camila-morrones | @cardigan | @charles-beckendorf | @cheddarholt | @cuteskywalker | @daenerys-targaryen | @daughter-rhaenyra | @dadralt | @darcylewish | @dearemma | @deepshadows | @dindjarism | @doctor-donnaa | @dramatical | @dreamersmagician | @elsewherelove | @esterexpositio | @eva-greens | @fenrysmoonbeam | @fireplceashes | @galeofwaterdeeps | @ginasporter | @guinevereslancelot | @gr-ogu | @heroeddiemunson | @huntbastian | @itsmellslikeinfidelity | @jesicajones | @jynerso | @kalemakar | @katecastle | @kazsbrekker | @kenobismullet | @keyfili | @kiss-evans | @krystalgoderitch

#i love you all #thank you thank you thank you for being my mutuals 🖤✨ #kim's 2023 mutual appreciation post #mutuals 💖 #i had to break up the mutuals lists in 2 parts since tumblr won't allow more than 50+ mentions in a single post #i also apologize if i left any mutuals out i made sure to triple check my following list

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

The Producer

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 2, 137

Summary: it’s my birthday and wanted to do something fun, alsothis was my excuse to create my dream cast for a live-action Powerpuff Girls film!

Warnings: random celebrity cameos, lots of adorableness, Dieter being Dieter so some saucy suggestions

Check out masterlist here

“Dieter, who is that?”

“No one.”

Clara immediately popped up waving, “Hi mummy!”

You scooted over and kissed her on the cheek but kept that scolding glare on your husband.

“How many times have I told you not to bring her on set?”

“She wanted to see you.”

“Jojo!” she exclaimed.

“Did someone bring me a baby to cuddle?” Jack Black was already under a layer of makeup to portray said character, minus the big brain. Dieter plopped the eager toddler onto his lap which immediately started to jiggle.

“Pudding!”

“I’m 50% pudding!” Her laughter made it hard for you to be mad.  Eventually you took her from the soft clutches of the actor.

“Say bye to Jojo.”

“Bye Jojo!”

You handed her off to Dieter. “Put her back in daycare before we start getting complaints,” you gave her another kiss on the cheek but kept up the stern face.

“Okay,” Dieter sighed and begrudgingly took Clara back to the on-set daycare.

It was a wonderful idea, an on-set daycare. Wonder why it wasn’t thought of before. It was thought up by the writer who had a child of their own and didn’t want to leave them with nannies. This brought several great people on to the project as they now no longer had to worry over who would look after their little ones of various ages. The director herself had a toddler and was overjoyed to have her close by and would bring her little Bianca on set. You were signed on as head of special effects makeup but mainly your job was bringing Mojo Jojo to life. Dieter was playing Professor Utonium and Clara had finally accepted the fact that her father was still the same person even though he had shaved his beard. Occasionally she would still glare at him with suspicion.

The whole cast and crew were very friendly, and everyone got on well. You had yet to meet the writers or producers, but they didn’t have to be on set as much as everyone else.

You read through Dieter’s script and absolutely loved how the film started as the Powerpuff girls were growing up and going to high school in Citysville while Professor Utonium had a mid-life crisis which gave Mojo Jojo the opportunity to lure his old creator into being a villain. But underneath the fun, cartoon-like joy was the fear of girls being made to grow up too quickly and losing childhood. You shed tears over Blossoms speech critiquing those who stole the chance for girls to be safe and not letting them stay children.

Right now, you were looking at the psychedelic set which was having its backdrop changed.

“Oh wow, it’s like Colour Out of Space!”

“It is,” you turned to the man next to you, “Wait, you’ve seen that film?”

*****

Dieter saw you in deep conversation as he left the set for the day and made his way over to the on-set daycare. Dieter loved the daycare as he loved being able to see his daughter almost anytime and give her a cuddle.

Clara had made several friends already as they had similar interests, mostly bugs. Bianca, the director’s daughter, had curly brown hair and brown eyes which immediately made them twins.

Dieter went over to the two girls, “Hello there Clara,” he said to Bianca.

The girls both giggled. “I’m not Clara,” said Bianca.

“You’re not?” he turned to Clara, “Hi Bianca.”

Again they both giggled. “I’m Bianca!” exclaimed her namesake.

“Daddy silly!” said Clara.

“Oh, I’m sorry Bianca,” Dieter said to his daughter who burst into even more giggles. He picked up the right little girl and gave Clara a big kiss on the cheek. Both of them waved bye to Bianca and Dieter gave an interested glance at her father who just walked in as Dieter walked out.

“Hello cupcake!” he carried her out to the car where you were waiting for them.

“You were being chatty with the producer,” Dieter said as he got in the car.

“Oh that was the producer? We were talking about Colour Out of Space. I don’t know anyone who’s watched it and I was so excited to talk about it with someone!”

Dieter mumbled something incoherent but shrugged it off.

“There’s something familiar about him but I can’t quite put my finger on what it is. He is somewhat adorable like you.”

“Adorable?”

“Not as adorable as you. No one is as adorable as you. Except Clara.”

“She can out-adorable anyone.”

*****

Dieter had snuck Clara onto set the next day. He was going to introduce her to his on-screen daughters.

“This is my baby girl, Clara. Cupcake, these are the Powerpuff Girls.”

Clara looked at the three actresses and pointed accordingly, “Bubbles, Blossom, Buttercup?”

Emma Myers, Halle Bailey and Shioli Kutsuna reacted the way one would when meeting the small, adorable offspring of Dieter Bravo, they cooed and fawned over her.

You hadn’t noticed all this as you were having another nerdy discussion with the producer.

“I’m sorry, I never really got your answer before but, what is your favourite film?”

“The question really should be what is my favourite film at the moment?”

He had a look that seemed similar to when your husband had discovered you put Kit Kats in something. “Wow, no one has ever asked me that before.”

“I always thought just narrowing it down to just a handful makes it really hard to decide.”

“Exactly!”

Dieter however, noticed this as he snuck Clara back to the on-set daycare.

“I saw you being very chummy with the producer today,” he asked you later at home.

“Oh we were having this discussion over The Wicker Man and wait, Dieter are you jealous?”

“No,” he mumbled.

You put your book down and looked at your husband. “Dieter, you have nothing to worry about. I’m ridiculously in love with you and nothing will change that. If Mike Flanagan showed up with a cheeseboard, I’d say thank you, but no.”

“But you’d take the cheeseboard?”

“Oh, absolutely!”

*****

The on-set daycare was filled with children eager for their parents to take them home. Clara made another friend called Ari. Her curls were golden honey so sadly she wasn’t a twin but her and Clara were best friends as they both loved spiders.

Clara saw her father enter the room and ran up to greet him. Upon getting closer, she realised this was not her father.

“Daddy?”

The man kneeled down, “I’m sorry bonita, I’m not your father.”

Ari came up beside her friend, “Papa!” She was welcomed with open arms by the man who looked like her father. Suspicions were already forming in her two-year-old brain.

You were picking up Clara today as Dieter was still rehearsing some last-minute choreography for the big crazy musical number where Professor Utonium has his mid-life crisis while also being seduced by all the Townsville villains including Him who was being portrayed by Yanis Marshall (aka, the dancing Deadpool in the Ashes music video, the voice provided later by Crispin Freeman and Kari Wahlgren) You walked into the room and found Clara in her one-sided glaring competition with the producer. She managed to break her glaring when you picked her up. She pointed at the man, “Not daddy?”

“That’s right, it’s not daddy. He looks nothing like him.”

But Clara went back to her evil glaring. The man who looked like her father but was not her father could only result in one conclusion.

“Evil daddy.”

“Why do you think he’s evil? He’s a very nice man.”

This man must be her father’s evil clone, it was the only thing that made sense. But it was hard for a toddler to explain this to her mother and the thought of explaining this made her feel tired and confused so she ended up just burying her face in your neck.

“I’m sorry,” you said to him. “Usually her dad picks her up, so she thinks you’re her dad. But he had to shave his beard and she must be missing it and saw yours so...” you shrugged.

“Oh no, that’s fine,” he turned to the girl in his arms. “Is this your friend?”

She nodded, “Spider.”

You both looked confused until you properly introduced your daughter.

“This is Clara.”

“Oh, nice to meet you Clara,” but she was too busy being tired and confused over the thought of her father having an evil clone to acknowledge this man.

Thankfully Clara had recovered when she was in the arms of her father, although he was confused when she was calling him real daddy.

“She’s missing the beard, as am I.”

He kissed both of you on the cheek, “I’m missing it too.”

Clara was overjoyed to see her actually father and not some evil clone.

“Not evil!” she exclaimed as she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck.

“Not evil?” he gave you a confused look, but you replied with an I’ll-explain-later look.

*****

The next day, you were immersed in your new book while on a tea break.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude your reading, but I couldn’t help but admire your book.”

Lifting your head, you came face to face with kind brown eyes, it was the producer who had become your new friend. There was a sort of familiarity to his eyes. You lifted up the book to show the full cover: Golem, Caligari, Nosferatu; A Chronicle of German Film Fantasy.

“My husband got it for me because he knew I’d love it. And I do.”

“So you’ve seen The Cabinet of Doctor Caligari?” he asked.

“Oh yes. Old films just have a certain quality to them modern films can’t replicate.”

“I completely agree. Is it one of your favourite films at the moment?”

“It is but I really like Nosferatu, mainly because it’s an early depiction of vampires. Oh, do you know the film Shadow of the Vampire?”

“Of course, a masterpiece to honour its original film,” you nodded in agreement. “Nicolas Cage produced that film.”

“He did?”

“Yes, he grew up with all those silent films.”

“How did I not notice?”

*****

It was the end of the working week and you and Dieter did not have to get up early the next day, so you indulged in tonight. Dieter was putting his heart and soul into every kiss. He’d been looking forward to this and slowly kissed down your neck. You were running your fingers through his hair, but suddenly, as your mind cleared, a forgotten thought entered your mind. You knew it would occupy until you found out, so you gently pushed your husband off you. Rolling off you in confusion, he watched as you left the bedroom. He quietly padded his way through the house, where he found you looking through your DVD collection.

“Honey cakes, what are you doing?”

“I just remembered something that I need to look up. My brain won’t shut up until I do.”

He sighed sympathetically, “I’ll turn the TV on.”

You followed him with your Shadow of the Vampire DVD. You pressed play and stared intently as the opening credits played. You paused when you found what you were looking for.

“There!”

Dieter squinted at the screen, “Nic Cage produced this?”

“Yeah I only just found out. I don’t know why I didn’t notice this before.”

“No one really pays attention to opening credits.”

“That’s true. Until they point out that there were clues hidden like in Malignant.”

He kissed your forehead, “That’s what trivia pages are for. Is your head feeling good?” You nodded. “Would you like me to give you some now?”

“I’m sorry I interrupted us before.”

“No need to apologise. We’ll just back to what we started,” he started nuzzling your neck.

“I just need to…”

“You put away the DVD and I’ll turn the TV off.”

*****

It was the start of a new week, and everyone was back to work, and the children were happy to be back with their friends again.

Once again, Dieter found you deep in conversation with the film’s producer. He wasn’t jealous. Why would he be? He had occasional immersive conversations with his wife but not lately. You were both working on the same film so you’ve both been so busy with that and dealing with a toddler. The two of you were still intimate but Dieter still felt like something was missing when he saw you talking with such animation in your whole expression. It’s not like he wanted to punch the man in the face, but he liked thinking about it.

You were once again deep in conversation when you saw Dieter approaching the two of you.

“Oh, hey Dieter. Have you met the producer?”

He held out his hand, Dieter reluctantly took it.

“Hi, I’m Javi Gutierrez.”

~

Yes, that’s right! Javi is now part of the Love of Horror Universe! To find out what he’s been doing, check out @cevans-is-classic because they have this story!

Lovingly tagging @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @chaithetics @myloveistoolittle @glshmbl @cupcakehp @gswizzsstuff @nicolethered @blueeyesatnight @wannab-urs @meveispunk @morallyinept @djarinsimp

#pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #dieter x honey cakes #love of horror fanfic #love of horror universe #love of horror #dieter bravo #dieter x reader #the bubble netflix #the bubble

[krogerkryptid]

Ace/Aro Identities in Media and Fandom

Alrighty I am jumping on the choo choo train of discussing this topic because OH BOY do I have little big thoughts. As someone who identifies as both asexual and aromanitic I would like to say that that is the perspective I am speaking from. I experience no sexual or romantic attraction and while being open to being in a queer platonic relationship sex would never be a part of it and neither would many aspects of romance. All the words after the cut!

Now to the fun and funky part!! OH MY GOD laddies, lassies, lairds please when something is canonized respect that. You know the joy you felt when your identity was seen on screen for the first time and you felt seen and heard? It's the same for me and for many who identify similarly. Those are big steps in inclusion and allow a lot of people to understand themselves sooner and with less stress and fear. Representation is IMPORTANT regardless of if it's something you identify with or not. Because when it comes to be your turn to see yourself in something I would hope everyone affords you the same courtesy to allow you that joy. Now on to talking about wronguns. As much as I wish to give everyone the benefit of the doubt I have seen aspec people pushed down the metaphorical stairs more times than I can count. This isn't to compare to other identities this is not the oppression olympics and nor will it ever be frankly we're all in this together to create a better world for all of us. If you are comfortable with ignoring ace/aro identities when it comes to shipping and speaking about their character but WOULD NOT do so for other identities that is something that you should deeply think about. In addition to this every person is allowed to experience their identity differently. Some asexual people have sex, some aromantic people date etc. etc. but that doesn't mean that can be taken and applied to every person to make them more palpable for the masses. Some people DON'T want to have sex or be in relationships and that is something that should also be respected. People need to understand that using the "oh well some people are ok with those things!!" is not the win you think it is. Because also some people ARE NOT and that is a core part of who they are and is not something that can be changed. Do better to understand both sides of this coin and if the creators and character in the media has stated that they are ace/aro work to understand that. To the Ace/Aro people and the people who got this far congratulations! I wrote lots of words in a fit of thoughts to place on my little blog and sometimes that is hard to read so thank you! To the aspec crew particularly you are all so incredibly wonderful where ever you fall and you deserve to see yourself in media without it being ignored and pushed aside! I genuinely am so happy to be able to be a part of the community and hope to be able to see so much more of us in the future.

#asexuality #asexual #aromanticism #aromantic #aroace #arospec #aspec #ace/aro #acespec #a spec #lgbtq community #lgbtqia #queer thoughts #I genuinely just wanted my thoughts out #but I do hope people can see this and understand how this is a problem #no sex or romance is not less engaging I promise actually #Good stories are good stories

[multifandomwaifu]

Dreams do not last forever [Scaramouche x GN! Reader]

Pairing: Scaramouche (The Balladeer x GN Reader)

Fandom: Genshin Impact (Video Game)

Notes: Angst, Fluff, Marriage Life, Character Death, Mentions of Death, Father Scara? Also kinda smutty? , OOC and kinda spoil-ish for the 3.2 quest line

Word Count: 1,475

I love him, I love him, I love him, I love hi--I waited 2 years for this and his banner comes 2 days before my bday, he's guaranteed and I am going to pull for him on my bday so it's kinda our wedding day <3 XD

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The uncontrollable rage swelled in his heart, his creator, his dearest mother. Sealed and casted away by her, he could only spend his time, wandering alone around the desolate land of Seirai Island-- like an abandoned, lonely and little marionette that wasn't needed anymore by it's creator. A failed creation.

Though, there was a god up there, taking pity on the misfortune that followed him like the plague. A saint was sent to his aid, bestowed upon him at such desperate times. He saw you as pure perfection, the only precious being that could still bring some type of joy in his world. How did you know he was here? Why were you here? Oh,how did that wonderful mind of yours understood the pain in his "heart" ?

Goodness, the obsession he possessed towards this being. The way he would listen to your stories, never minding in the slightest of how long you would speak for -- so long as he can hear you, see you, touch you. 

You would hum lullabies with that sweet voice of yours while his head rested on your lap, threading your delicate and gentle fingers through his silky purple locks of hair. The lovesick smile that he wears whenever you nuzzle your nose with his for and eskimo kiss. The tips of his ears would turn red, shifting his gaze from yours in a shy manner. 

His "heart" would always be filled with pure glee at the fact that you would be unwilling to leave him-- unsupervised, in fear of.. what was it? Were you afraid that someone might whisk him away and become friends with him? Hah! No way. He only had you close to his "heart".

If only he knew, that the truth wasn't that simple.

Many decades passed in such a flash, and the both of you were finally roaming free out of that barren land of an island. Now settling in the peaceful village of Tatarasuna. It was refreshing, being out of that isolated place. Whenever you indulged in a few games with the kids of Tatarasuna, treating everyone with such kindness with that pure soul of yours, he felt a warm, fuzzy burn in his chest. 

What was this feeling? 

Flushes of red rose to paint his cheeks as the both of your hands were intertwined, along with a toddler whom he had never met, wondering where in the gods did this child come from? Kunikuzushi couldn't help but stare at you in awe. He wanted you for himself. He wants to hold you close to him, to cherish you forever, and perhaps start a more... sophisticated life with you. 

After returning the toddler to their worried parents, Kunikuzushi couldn't help but pull you aside, gently resting the veil that was previously on his head, to yours. You gaped at him, rendering speechless from how lovingly he looked into your glowing eyes. He was delighted to see you under his veil. It reminded him of those humans in books wearing veils right before a "marriage", making vows that they would forever keep. 

Perhaps, he could just marry you right here, right now. He would dedicate his whole life to you if it meant that he could spend the rest of eternity with you. His thoughts of admiration were interrupted, hearing you giggle lightheartedly as you pressed your fingers against his chest, where his "heart" was supposed to be. You could feel the beating of a heart beneath your fingertips. You looked up and smiled.

"You do have a heart, darling. You just never listened to it as close as me."

Kunikuzushi was rendered speechless from that statement. He had always believed that he never had one, until you showed him something else, something better. You were what he needed most. Not a heart, not power, nothing else-- just you and you alone. 

After meeting, he realised that all he ever needed was you, and look what you've given him: everything. He was frozen in place, staring at you in admiration and awe. The next few words slipped his mouth-- such words that he was not able to give a second thought before he spoke.

"Marry me." 

Ah?! 

There it was, two simple words but they shook all your world. Two words that held so much meaning behind them.

You finally snapped. The calm composure you had built for yourself collapsed and rumbled down the drain the moment he spoke those words. Your face turned beet red, almost melting away when one of his hands cup your cheek, the other tucking the loose strands behind your ears to have a better look at your face. He leans in, lifting the veil just above your lips, but he hesitated for a moment, waiting to see if your features changed or gave him the impression you didnt want this, when none happened and you eagerly leaned into his touch letting his lips meet yours. You pulled him in, unable to wait any longer, and pressed your lips against his very own. "I love you too, Kunikuzushi." 

He felt like the happiest man alive. His heart was filled with glee, deeply infatuated with you. He dips down for another kiss, another one, and another. He couldn’t stop. 

Years passed and you vividly remembered the kind, innocent little lamb that Kunikuzushi used to be. Now, he's such a menace to society. Though, his demeanor towards you barely changed, except for the more teasing and bold remarks that would now slip from his lips. 

Scaramouche smiled in content, feeling your arms wrap around his neck as he peppers kisses down your neck softly. The sky now fading dark, the moon shone through the glass, barely enough light to illuminate the room. Frost tinted the windows of the balladeer’s office, as the dimming candles on the ceilings were utterly useless. 

He was addicted to you. 

The need to touch you, hold you, kiss you all day long, was something Scara couldn’t live without. Unfortunately, his role as harbinger restricted him from doing as he pleased. But is he ever gonna listen? No. He would kiss you in front of the fatui recruits if he had to, he would drag you to all the missions that he would attend to, regardless of how people would perceive of him. He wouldn't pay any mind to any fatui recruits if they walked in to him kissing you while you were sprawled on his table beneath him, he would shoot them a glare, one that was enough to shut them up. 

He needed to be with you forever. 

"I love you so so much." Scaramouche coos softly, so in love with you and your presence alone-- and you weren't any better. “You’re so beautiful, my angel, my savior... my spouse.” Your husband dives down to kiss you again and again, never growing tired of your lips. 

His ring gleamed in the dark room as he combs the hanging strands that were resting messily upon your face, behind your ear. His ring was engraved with your name, and so was your ring engraved with his. 

Oh, how he wanted to kiss you silly, leave your lips sore from all the kissing. He feels so drunk, drunk on your love. He continues his assault of kisses on your neck, leaving a few marks to his satisfaction. Oh, the way the love of his life would let out a string of giggles— such melody charmed his ears. Keep this up, and your husband might as well give in to his desires of giving you a child, in any shape or form he could. 

Oh, how this felt like an endless, happy dream. Such a beautiful dream that-- he forgot the very thing that he had taught himself: Dreams do not last forever.

His gaze moved down to his dominant hand, the ring there gleaming under the purple zips of lightning wrapping around his digits, soon curling them into a fist while his gaze moved to glare up at the darkned sky, a storm forming.

His hate for humanity would never falter and his thirst for revenge would never quench. He had lost the very last drop of sanity to keep him afloat in this mad world, finding it upon his shoulders to fix the mistakes of the gods that he was supposed to serve under. 

#genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere genshin imagines #yandere scaramouche #scaramouche headcanons #scaramouche imagine #genshin imagines #genshin impact fanfic

[beanzzzont0ast]

Not on my watch

Dysphoria and stress hitting hard so I made this lol

Also still learning in how I wanna lay out my writings and shi-

° Fluff. Comfort . GN Reader

Tw!: Talk of bodily insecurities and lack of confidence on self image

Imagine being the Creator. Imagine having some bad self confidence on yourself

Always covering up almost completely. Long sleeves, gloves, baggy clothes and pants. Etc

At first your dear acolytes don't think of it much. It's just your style in clothing, why bother?... That is until you start wearing the same type of clothing even in the hottest of weathers. Sumeru's scorching desert or summers in Liyue. The same covered type, it was like you were Begging for a heat stroke!

They get concerned at this. Some asked you about it but for the longest time you kept saying it was just how you like to dress. Finally tho, you reveal the reason why to your most trusted (or your main idk)

“ I just... I just don't like the way my body looks ”

You stammer out in almost a whisper to [character], even avoiding eye contact and fidgeting with your fingers or the fabric of your clothes.

Characters like Ganyu, Yun Jin, and perhaps more would understand and try their best to subtly drop compliments to you in hopes to ease your insecurities. Some characters would suggest thinner but still covering clothes and slowly introduce you to slightly more revealing clothes and such.

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" Your Grace!, Let me carry Ya! It's pretty rocky here. Wouldn't want you to trip or fall "

The captain of the Crux, Beidou. Ever so bold and bright spoke up as you and a handful of acolytes are out in the chasm. Accompanying you in seeing the state it's currently un

“ o-oh , it's alright Beidou. I'm quite too heavy- ”

Ok so you TRIED to protest but before you could finish she had already scooped you up in her strong arms bridal style with a big grin on her face. Leaving you flustered red (or gold? Cuz blood-)

" oh? It's not a problem at all your grace!. "

Beidou remarks with a chuckle whilst you were speechless at the way she carries you so easily... In all honesty a warm feeling of joy bloomed in your chest, did you get lighter?. From the sheer amount of festivals and celebrations thrown for your name you were sure you had gained.

" oh Beidou, such a brute! You must be more careful when handling their grace! Here give them to me "

Your thoughts were snapped when your body transferred to another individual carrying your weight in her arms. Yelan

" I do hope you are comfortable like this your grace "

She said with a small smile. You were somewhat lost in her silky voice but hastily looked away. Needless to say Beidou was pouty the whole descent down the chasm, as were some of the acolytes with you at that time.

It felt... Nice to feel weightless at that moment if you were honest. And you knew why they were doing this.

The effort Ganyu was making with how soft she spoke her compliments to you

" you look lovely today, your grace! "

She spoke with a nod and a smile. When you faced her though, she immediately turned away in a flustered mess

" ah! Not that you don't look lovely everyday, your grace! You always look lovely! "

Or

How Venti visits you everyday to make sure you have eaten today, even if you don't feel like eating he will still make sure you eat something, think small snacks or cut fruit! He brings you apples and shares them with you, while you both much away he would strum his lyre singing a song of your great image and how stunning you are. Not just as the creator, but as who you are

" What a beautiful day~ oh how is this so? Surely because it is from how wonderful you are! "

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If ever there are days when you are the crushing anguish of the hate you have in yourself... The dysphoria too heavy to handle that you don't want to even get up from bed. Just know that they will do everything in their power to make you feel special. Your favorite things? Teyvat's most wealthy bought it and is sending it to you. Need a cuddle buddy? You got it!. Heck even the kids and helping out! They don't understand much about the situation your in, but you bet Klee is making little drawings of you with the other kids. There are scribbled words around the supposed drawing of you ' awzome! ' ' so cool! ' ' their grace is amazig!! '

( they tried ok? )

They will do just about anything to Let you know that you are special to them, no matter how you look ❤️

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Wow that was alot lmao- but yeah just some fluffy things cuz I'm not feeling too good at the moment

But if ever you aren't feeling the same I hope you know that you are amazing! Your doing so good and you are loved, however you look or feel or who you are! Keep being you, you awesome human being ❤️❤️.

#genshin sagau #genshin self aware #sagau #self aware genshin #sagau x reader #Sagau fluf #sagau brainrot #genshin comforts #Kovu writes ❄️

[avelera]

Slightly more detailed take on Thor Love and Thunder:

If you don't like it or at least enjoy the experience of the film, IMO, you just want a different movie. Like if Loki not being in it is a dealbreaker for you, welp, c'est la vie, he's not in it and you should go watch the Loki miniseries or rewatch the earlier films.

With Dr. Strange MoM I definitely had things I would have done differently and while it was visually interesting and had some moments I enjoyed, I definitely saw a lot of things I would have altered were I the creator.

I don't feel that with TL&T, it feels like a really uniquely told story, it's a joy to watch, I laughed out loud a bunch.

I think what I found most impressive about TL&T is that it reminded you that MCU movies are supposed to be fun. It's ok to laugh, it's ok to not take things too seriously. BUT, when it was serious, when it asked you to take it seriously, it did so with real-world things that really matter

Ok now I'm going to cut for spoilers:

When it has little kids given weapons to fight, I had a knee-jerk moment of, "Oh great, child soldier military propaganda, again?" But it's not that, the more I examined it. It's acknowledging a few complex things, like that children will not always be safe, but seemed to acknowledge it from the angle of someone who regularly interacts with children: the thing that makes them scared is not being able to fight back. The monsters they're fighting aren't soldiers, they're literally shadow spiders. They're scary but as a little kid I know I would have been much more scared of them were it not for a scene showing that little kids CAN defeat scary shadow spiders. It's not about war being great, it's about being able to stand up to the monster under your bed in a very children's literature sort of way. And that makes it fun too! Kids get to fight shadow monsters alongside Thor and WIN and help save the day! It was serious about the fear and helplessness of children and gave them a real way to fight back, with a child's bunny, not against soldiers and real world adult problems, because Thor as the adult takes care of that, but against the things that scare children in a way that I think I would have found empowering at a young age.

The humor landed for me! The screaming goats made me laugh Every Single Time. I was laughing and having a good time throughout, it was fast paced and engaging and wonderful COMIC BOOK MOVIE escapism.

But when it DID get serious it wasn't asking me to shed a tear over a magic space rock or something. It engaged with the pain of fighting cancer and of having a loved one fighting cancer. It engaged with the pain of a parent losing a child, and of a dying parent fearing they'll leave their child alone in the world. When the story was heavy it wasn't being heavy about the fantasy elements but about the real human elements and it did so in a sensitive and, I think, beautiful way. I heard a woman openly crying behind me in the theater and I definitely got choked up once or twice.

I thought the final moment of the "showdown" was one of the most emotionally intelligent takes on the tired old trope of the hero vs villain battle in the MCU. Why stick around when your loss is assured? Go to your loved ones. Choose love. Thor won by reminding Gorr not of his anger at the injustice of the world, but the love of the person he wanted to share it with. And I'm glad the wish wasn't used for Jane, or anyone else, it would have been OOC for Gorr. I thought the choice he made was beautiful and the moment didn't cheapen other deaths in the MCU by making it seem like there's a wishing well somewhere, but it also didn't make the grim point that loved ones can never come back. The miracle was reserved for a child. One child, who died a refugee in the desert. It's the wish-fulfillment of magic without making a magic wand that will fix every problem. But it was achieved because Thor showed his emotional maturity too and chose what was more important, which reminded Gorr to choose what was more important.

That's about all I've got for thoughts for now, but I liked it a lot, I think more than I liked Ragnarok, and I'd definitely watch it again.

#thor love and thunder #thor spoilers #maggie rambles

[aria-ashryver]

Choices Secret Admirer 2024

@thosehallowedhalls

Hi hi lovely Caro!! 💕 I was so thrilled to get you as my match for the Secret Admirer event!

I saw you listed Tyril and Raine as one of your pairings, and I was so excited to create something to do with BOLAS for you!! I love the group's friendship dynamic too, so I got really inspired with this one.

Um, so this gift comes from the school of “aria does entirely too much because they got an idea and couldn’t let it go” lol (sorry!)

I started fiddling with some edits of Tyril and Raine to get the ideas cooking, and I realised I could see a little “5+1” storyline happening as told by said edits… which then somehow spawned a ~5k word fic?? 😶 I don’t expect you to read it at all! Oh my gosh, don’t feel obligated lmao, but I will tag you in the first part, just in case you want to check it out! 💘

Woven Threads and Winding Roads

A 5+1 Tyril x Raine fic + edit series

(Yes, part 5 gets a little angsty lol)

You can find a link to Winding Threads and Woven Roads (Parts One and Two) ✨here✨

Thank you for letting me borrow Tyril and your beautiful Raine!! But more importantly, thank you for being here, for sharing your writing, your wonderful thoughts, and for being so supportive of other creators. You make this community that much better and brighter with your presence. You are an absolute treasure, and I hope this little gift brings you a moment of joy 🌸🌷🌼🌻

Happy Valentine's Day my friend!!

@choicesfandomappreciation

#choicessecretadmirer2024 #choices spread kindness #blades of light and shadow #choices bolas #tyril starfury #tyril x raine #tyril x mc

[star-going-supernova]

Heyo Star, i want to request a AU where Audrey (Batimtdr) is Gregory's mother or sister (your choice) Thank you for reading this

A crossover for tumblr generated prompt number 20! But only barely, whoops, because while Gregory is technically in this ficlet, he’s also not really in this ficlet. You’ll see what I mean. Standard BatDR AU rules for me apply: Henry isn’t an ink copy and was actually trapped in the studio, there was no reset via The End tape, and now that the inky realm is free, everyone’s healing and Audrey comes to visit a bunch. 

Expanding the Family Tree

Audrey knew she probably hadn’t been very subtle in her distraction—she was a fidgeter, and a lip biter, and often completely missed what other people said when something was troubling her—but she was still somehow surprised when Henry asked, “What’s bothering you, kid?”

“Not a kid,” she replied by rote, but considering Henry was made semi-immortal by the inky realm and was probably approaching his nineties at that point, she was never truly offended. Everyone in the studio probably felt like a kid to him, human or otherwise. 

He chuckled. “Yes, yes, you’re nearly thirty, I know. You’ll always be a kid to me.” 

Her anxiety surged to the forefront, but it was too good an opening to let her nerves get the best of her. “Even when I have a kid of my own?” Audrey blurted out.

Henry fell still before turning to face her on the bench. His left eye, the iris finally fully gold after years of a slow change in color, glowed brightly in the dark. The night sky above them was full of colorful stars, and sitting there on the top of a building’s roof with Henry was one of Audrey’s favorite ways to relax for a while. 

“Is that your way of telling me you’re pregnant?” he asked, audibly torn between amusement and incredulity. 

Audrey bit her already gnawed-on lip, excitement quickly replacing her apprehension. She nodded vigorously, unable to contain her smile. 

He laughed gleefully, and she quickly found herself tugged to her feet and into an all-encompassing hug. She burrowed into his shoulder with a happy sigh; Henry’s hugs were her favorite. 

In reaction to their Creator’s surge of joy, a handful of shooting stars streaked by overhead. 

“I wanted to tell you, obviously,” Audrey said, not pulling back. “But I, I also wanted to ask if… well, I never really knew Joey, even here,” she’d never even gotten into the habit of calling him her dad; it felt too strange, “so I was hoping, wondering, if my—if you would be their grandpa?” 

It was stupid to be so nervous all over again, like she was on an emotional rollercoaster. It was especially stupid because she was also already 99.9% sure she knew what Henry’s answer would be.

Predictably, Henry squeezed tighter. “I’d be honored, Audrey.” 

“That’s great,” she breathed, relieved. She sank more heavily against him, fully confident that he would support her. “That’s really great, I—I’m so excited,” she admitted. 

“Good!” he said, laughing. “Oh, that’s wonderful, Audrey.” 

“I’m a little nervous too, though. I mean, what if me being… not fully human affects them? What if something goes wrong?” 

“Three things,” Henry said, finally releasing her so he could make sure she was paying attention. “One, you may not have been made the human way, but you are human where it counts, including your general health and bodily functions. Whether your kiddo ends up like you or not, I don’t see your nature complicating things. Two, listen to your doctor. Do what they say, get the tests done, and don’t pay any mind to all the people who are going to want to tell you pregnancy horror stories as soon as they find out you’re expecting.” 

Audrey remembered quite suddenly that before he’d been trapped here, Henry had had kids of his own. She nodded along. 

“And three, if—and I mean if—there is any problem, you’ve got something of an expert on all things ink at your disposal,” he said, gesturing to himself with a grin. “I know that worry is a monster not so easily killed with words, but I hope it’s of some comfort to at least know that whatever happens, you won’t be facing it alone.

And that, that actually helped a lot. Audrey’s main concern was that her child couldn’t be helped by human doctors, that they would be too other for it to even be a safe avenue of care. But Henry was right. The studio full of happy and healthy restored toons said plenty about his experience and skill in treating ink-related injuries. Audrey’s own legs were a testament to that. 

She felt a little silly for forgetting, but anxiety was rarely rational, and she was pregnant to boot, so she gave herself a pass on that one. 

“Thank you, Henry,” Audrey said. “I’ll keep that in mind. All of it.” 

He smiled and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “Good. I look forward to meeting my grandchild.” 

• • •

Months later, Audrey carefully made her way into the inky realm. She kept one eye on the precious cargo in her arms, wary of his reaction to the jump between worlds. She didn’t remember the first one hurting, for all that it had been frightening at the time. And he was sleeping besides, so she had her fingers crossed that he wouldn’t even notice. 

Her son had, so far as she could tell, only very slightly taken after her. And since Audrey herself hadn’t known she was anything but human until adulthood, a great deal of worry had fallen from her shoulders. Gregory would live an almost entirely normal life, and that almost was due entirely to the fact that the inky realm was open to them. 

As she’d hoped, he slept through the change from one world to the next. Her ink stains came back, as they always did, though they weren’t the same mess of splatters and drips as they’d once been. On her arms, the ink formed elbow-length fingerless gloves, and Flow still glowed brightly on the back of her left hand. Thick ink “scars” showed where her legs had once been torn from her body, and much like most of the human-like inhabitants, her pants and shoes constantly looked as though she’d gone wading through ink, whether or not she had. 

Her eyes were still that eerily blank gold, and the marks akin to tear tracks had remained too, though they were far neater and were only on her cheeks these days. 

Gregory, though cleaner than her by far, had his own stains, she saw when she carefully peeled back the blanket he was swaddled in. Instead of tear tracks, ink was splattered across his nose and round cheeks like freckles. His tiny hands were dark from fingertips to just beyond his wrist, and Audrey wondered with amusement if that was the equivalent of her feet always being marked, him being a baby who would crawl sooner than he would walk. 

She didn’t check his eyes or legs, not willing to disturb his rest. Instead, she set off to find Henry, who had probably been worrying about her since her previous departure, when she announced she regrettably wouldn’t be returning until she’d given birth, increasingly nervous about being so far away from medical assistance if labor started at the wrong time. 

Audrey put her limited experience with her powers to the test, evading and avoiding everyone who might have crossed her path. Maybe it was silly, but she really wanted Henry to be the first to meet her son. 

“Shhh, shhh. Almost there,” she whispered when Gregory began to squirm in his blanket, on the verge of waking up. A wailing newborn would give her away like that. 

Henry had a few favored places to be when he wasn’t needed elsewhere, and Audrey found him on that same rooftop that they’d been on when she first told him she was pregnant. It felt poetic as she quietly crept up behind him—an ultimately futile endeavor. 

No one could sneak up on the Creator, after all, and she caught his indulgent chuckle as she got close to the bench. He was at least kind enough to pretend, she figured with a wry smile. 

She was impressed with his restraint, actually. It’d been nearly three weeks since she’d last been by, which was the longest stretch since the first, when she had a lot to work through before coming back. 

He turned his head when she drew up even with the bench, and his relaxed smile immediately turned to awed realization. 

“We have a new visitor, I see,” he said, remaining seated as Audrey joined him. 

She beamed. “And about time, too. Henry, meet Gregory. Gregory, meet your grandpa.” 

Audrey held her son out, and Henry very carefully accepted him into his arms. Gregory’s fussing went silent almost immediately, and he blinked his eyes open and stared up at Henry. 

To Audrey’s delight, his eyes weren’t solid and blank like hers, but rather, his otherwise ordinary eyes had fiery gold irises, exactly like Henry’s one. 

He flailed his little fists with a happy gurgle, and Henry laughed. He nudged his pointer finger against the side of one of Gregory’s hands, and the teeniest, tiniest fingers Audrey had ever seen wrapped around Henry’s as best as a newborn could. She cooed, leaning against him. 

“He’s adorable,” Henry told her. “And he already looks a bit like you.” 

“Is it awful that I’m glad I don’t see any Joey in him?” 

“Not at all,” Henry assured her. “I think that’s entirely reasonable.” 

Upset by the lack of attention, Gregory shook Henry’s finger and let loose a little war cry. 

“Yes, hello,” Henry said, soft and gentle but not quite a baby voice. “I’m so pleased to meet you, Gregory.”

Gregory burbled, settling again. 

“Your mother’s going to do an excellent job raising you,” Henry continued, and he allowed Audrey to bashfully press her face into his shoulder without teasing. “And I’ll be here to help if either of you needs it, all right?” 

He got a plaintive ahh in reply. 

“I’m glad you’re here, Henry,” Audrey whispered. “Thank you.” 

Carefully adjusting Gregory in his lap, Henry wrapped his arm around her. She reached out to tickle Gregory, and he burst into peals of happy baby laughter. 

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” Henry said. 

#i answered a thing #anonymous #batim fic #batdr #star's stories #life and times of star

[somberauthor]

Your writing is so good, i love all your posts sm!! I was wondering if maybe you could do a dave strider x troll!reader, were he finds out(somehow??) that trolls have sensitive horns(not sexual ofc), please?

IM SORRY I KEEP DISAPPEARING...

DAVE STRIDER ♡ TROLL! READER

you were matesprits with THE Dave Strider. The creator of sweet bro and hella jeff, and sick rhymer. That's not it, you're currently out getting groceries for your anniversary? You felt so cool. You were mid-isle when you saw the apple juice section, thinking specifically of your matesprit. You checked the list he sent you, looking over it to see if he added it. He didn't, but fuck it, why wouldn't you treat him to even more of his favorite drink? You continued shopping after chucking it in your cart accidentally.

When you checked out, you walked home. You didn't need to get much, just a few necessities you ran out of. You didn't have to walk long, as you were there already. You opened the door, it not being locked due to your lovely matesprit being home. You shouted out to him the signature “I'm home!” most people do in movies. You hear his chair roll and footsteps quickly heading towards the stairs. You placed the groceries down, getting everything out while purposefully hiding the apple juice.

“Yo, welcome home,” he said, walking over to you. “Did you get anything extra?” he usually asked that question, and you understood his curiosity.

“Yeah, I got you apple juice. A whole jug!” you said, pulling it out of the bag you hid it in. He reached out for it, but you kept it out of his reach. You were significantly taller than him, since you were different species.

“Dude.. Give it!” he jumped to grab it, failing miserably. He then sighed, trying to use you to lift himself to grab the jug. He grabbed your horn softly, letting go almost instantly as you gasped and sucked your teeth in a sort of hiss.

“Yo dude… you good? I didn't hurt you, did I?” he asked, looking you over. You didn't look hurt to him, but the sound you made was not one of pure happiness and joy.

“Yeah… yeah I'm good,” you said after collecting yourself from the shock. “Trolls' horns are just… reeaally sensitive” you admitted, elongating the vowels in the word really.

“Oh,” he responded, seeming lost in thought for a moment. “So… are you like a bird? Are you like… y’know?”

“No, Dave. Just- ew.…” you giggled, just smiling as you began to put the groceries away with your matesprit, Dave Strider.

I would've done a lot of this on 4/13 but… I was kinda at a concert that day. So take this as an apology. Thank you!

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[bowieandqueen11]

Being Scotty’s Best Friend Would Include...

Request: I'm so excited you brought up Star Trek! I was wondering if you could do some hcs for having Scotty as a best friend. I'm such a big fan of your writing. I hope you're having a great day!

Oh my gosh I’m always here for a little Scotty love and it’s been far too long since I wrote for Star Trek! Thank you darling :)

Warning: mentions of drinking alcohol, and mentions of injury/needles! 

(I do not own Star Trek or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @whoophoney.)

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I love my Scottish icon so much but since he takes on literally 100% of the stress for keeping this beautiful old ship afloat, he is on the brink of an exhaustion induced mental breakdown 24/7. Sometimes you have to go down to Sickbay and rope Bones into helping you; the look of panic on Scotty’s face when the two of you step out of the turbo lift and come literally sprinting towards him is something behold. With only minimal squirming, the two of you manage to rope yourselves around his arms and drag him down to his room just to get a few hours of bloody sleep. You stay, flopping down on his sofa because you know Scotty too well, and in two jiffs he’d be making a beeline straight for those sliding doors again. Bones even decides he can finish off his last bits of paperwork in the corridor, helping you keep watch. 

You and Scotty manage to finally come to a halfway point: he’ll stay in his room, but only if he can curl up onto the settee next to you, and fall asleep with his chin smushed against the side of your face. He has a massive crick in his neck when he wakes up the next morning, stretching his arms out past your head while you shake a glob of his slobber off your shoulder, but it’s worth it to see how bouncy he is back down in engineering. 

Sometimes when things are a bit slower on the Enterprise the two of you will have drinking competitions down in his office. Chekov happens to wander past one afternoon, and comes in laughing when he spots you desperately trying to hold back your laughter as Scotty wiggles his eyebrows on you. He nearly jumps out of his seat in a fit of giggles when you accidentally spray half of the whiskey in your mouth out over his uniform, but poor Chekov decides to wander over to your desk right then and gets most of it on the side of his face. 

To be completely honest, the joy the two of you bring to each other is so infectious, that most of the Enterprise’s crew seem to gravitate towards the two of you at one time or another. One night, you and Scotty were sitting in a couple of desk chairs in the recreation room, nothing but the pearls of picked starlight whirling in the open expanse behind your head to keep you company in the dim room. The two of you are trying to speak over each other, gossip and idle chatter passing easily between the two of you as you unwind after a very long week down main engineering. It’s a very chill, warm, and comforting vibe that Jim walks in to: your legs are slung over Scotty’s lap as you nod at whatever topic his mind has jumped onto now, and he stops every so often to over you his whiskey bottle and steal it back once you’ve taken a sip. Jim likes to just sit in the same room as the two of you, because the constant stream of familiar chatter immediately drowns out and calms the storm of anxiety that brews up slowly in his head.

This man has an absolutely abysmal sense of humour, and you adore it. The ship could be in the middle of an intense attack, sweat dripping down both your faces as you make a run to the engine, trying to stop a couple of the blades from spinning off in a fiery blaze that would destroy half the cabins. Despite you literally hauling his ass through a small shaft, your grip on his legs tenuous at best as you try to dangle some equipment out from the loops of your belt, Scotty decides it’s the best time to try and crack terrible jokes to alleviate the tension. Well, he says ‘tension’, but to be completely honest he knows how afraid you are, and it breaks his heart to think that he could die without even trying to help you. 

Well, he tries to crack jokes until the ship lurches sideways, and then you’re dangling from the railings around the engine while Scotty holds onto your shoulders ‘scooby doo’ style.

This man is seriously, genuinely, incredibly protective over you. He sees you as his sibling: the closest thing he has to family (before he gets close to the rest of the crew as well), and so if he finds Spock to be a little too... demeaning towards you, even though he doesn’t mean to be, he will 100% shove you behind his back. The incorrectly filled out paperwork Spock was trying to hand back to you flutters down to the floor, and Spock raises an eyebrow in measured surprise as Scotty’s fingers encircle your wrist. Then the pointer finger comes out wagging, his mouth goes off running, and you’re pretty sure you can hear him yell ‘go ahead, fire me! You bet your arse you won’t be able to find two better engineers in all the universe, laddie!’

Spock, frozen in place and confused with the interaction, just turns his head to you and offers an apology once Scotty finally cools down a little. Once he heads back to the bridge to recount what happened to an incredibly amused Jim, Scotty’s tight grip onto your wrist turns into a bone crushing hug. He mutters his own sincere apologies for letting that happen into the top of your head, hefting your feet off the floor and spinning you around, his face burning red as his chin bumps against your forehead.

He has this little check in he likes to do with you (well, mainly to check in, but also to tease you a little in the proper brotherly fashion.) You know you should probably run away when he starts slinking over to where you’re tinkering with your wrenches, with a sly smile on his face. He’ll come leaning against the wall beside you, running the back of his knuckles down the side of your face fondly, before gently slapping the side of your cheek a couple of times. You always do your best to try and poke him on the shoulder back, but that little bugger is fast as lightening as he ducks away from you and runs down towards the corridor. Sometimes Bones has wandered tiredly into one of the medical supply closets, nearly being knocked down onto his ass as you run past him with a little goblin grin and a big wave. He should have known rightly, as he opens the door, that Scotty would be hiding in here. Scotty, however, is incredibly surprised, and falls down from the pipe he’s hanging onto from the ceiling down onto a stack of shelves. 

Bones just sighs and heaves him up, his tricorder already out and scanning his head as he leads him down to Sickbay. He knows to get on his comms immediately and notify you because: 1) the two of you have this kind of sixth sense where you know when the other is in trouble, so you’re already perched on the edge of Len’s desk, immediately yelling at Scotty before the two of them have hobbled through the door. And 2) Scotty, like Jim, absolutely does his best to escape Sickbay at all costs and it drives Len insane, so he needs your help to keep him in his biobed. Bones does his best to stitch up the gash in Scotty’s leg as you loop your arm around his left and haul him back down. Between muffled swears, Scotty trying to jerk you off, and you patting the beads of sweat away from his forehead gently to comfort him, Scotty begins to ease into it. 

I feel like the two of you would be the type to try and tease Jim any chance you got. Say, if there’s some huge ballroom event held down at base that the crew all go to? You and Scotty are definitely on the dance floor, having a competition to see who can stand on the other’s feet the most, and waltzing terribly back and forth in front of poor Jim and whoever he’s currently trying to hold a conversation with. Eventually he just gives up, and the two of you are beat in your terrible dancing only by Jim and Spock, who he’s managed to coax to the edge of the floor and is currently just doing a slow box step in place around Jim’s arms lmao.

Sometimes you’ll head back to your quarters after a long shift to find Scotty’s bent over behind greeting you. Turns out, once he turns around in surprise with a sheepish grin, that he has spent his break fixing bits and bobs around your room. Eh, there’s a few concerning bolts scattered around your floor, and your shower now has an extra knob that you’re far too terrified to turn, but he’s so sweet bless his heart. He gets this massive, sunshine filled, proud grin on his face when you thank him for helping out, and comes clambering over towards you to engulf you in a bear hug. He has a hard time telling the people that he cares about that he loves him, so acts of devotion are definitely this man’s love language. He’s just trying to show you how much he cares in the only way he knows how, so please squeeze your arms around his waist and grip onto the broad expanse of his back, because it’s the best way for him to understand that you return the sentiment.

The two of you usually spend your shore leave together: either the two of you find a random, deserted planet and do your best to spend the time curled up asleep on the shore of a serene beach, or he takes you back to Glasgow to visit Fran since she loves you so much.

He pretends, fervently, that he’s not incredibly dependent on you being around, but bruh. If the plans ever need to change, or you receive a message on your communication device about an emergency situation back at Starfleet you’re being sent for, Scotty will act really mopey and upset for the rest of the trip because he truly misses your company so much.

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