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soapskneebrace · 11 months

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Hey idk if you’ve done Price headcanons but if you haven’t ,can you please do him

@alittleposhtoad, I write these in your honor.

The oldest of souls. A good night to him means staying in with a book, or with the TV on at a low volume if there’s a football game. Dinner and drinks out at the pub with you is the most exciting he’ll ever get. He likes a calm pace.

His phone only has the default apps on them. He uses the calculator most often. He also keeps bitching about his storage space filling up so quickly, but that’s because he never clears out his photos (they’re all of you).

If you give him anything—anything at all—he will treasure it like a magpie hoarding shiny things. He’s got notes you wrote him five years ago tucked into his wallet. Tourist-trap baubles you got him as a joke sit in a careful row on his desk. Once, early in your relationship, you asked him to hold onto an elastic hair tie for a moment, and then you forgot about it. He kept it in his pocket for weeks.

He’s incredibly good at gift-giving. He notices what people like, what you like, and remembers it like it’s intel valuable enough to save the world. He’ll get things gift wrapped at the store if he can, though—he thinks he can’t do a very good job himself.

He is an old-fashioned romantic down to the bone. He holds the door for you. He pulls out your chair. He gives you his coat on cold nights. He hand-writes you letters, thoughtful and vulnerable, and sometimes those words are the kind he’s too embarrassed to say aloud. Naturally, he keeps all the letters you write back.

Acts of service are really the entire 141’s love language, but none more than Price. He knows your favorite drink, how you like your sandwiches cut. He’ll always help you into your jacket when you go out on a cold day. If you mention offhand a home project you’ve been meaning to do—a squeaky door needing oil, a broken tile you keep tripping on—you’ll find one day he’s already done it. He enjoys very much the things he can do for you.

He’s not great at accepting the same treatment, however. It’s half, “I can do it myself love, don’t you mind it” and half bemusement that you’d even make the effort. He does appreciate what you do for him, regardless.

He tries to cut back on smoking when he’s home with you. Sometimes you can catch him sneaking a cigar late at night, though, and you know it’s because he can’t sleep, or woke up from a bad nightmare. If you wrap your arms around him from behind, press your forehead into his back, he’ll stroke the tops of your hands, stub it out off to the side, and come back to bed.

He sticks extra close to you on nights like that. You’ll wake up later to find him draped over you like a blanket, finally asleep, the lines on his face soft and relaxed. Luckily, he doesn’t snore, so it’s easy for you to slip back into dreaming.

#im just feeling very soft tonight #price x reader #price #answered #I’m not gonna answer all the stuff in my inbox but I might save some prompts for a rainy day

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ranger-crow · 1 year

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‘Bout time I got around to posting this-

We got six healthy chicken nuggets! In order from oldest to youngest we have-

Jovi: Female, March 11th

Halen: Male, March 12th:

Chili: Male, March 13th

Pepper: Female, March 13th

Fleetwood: Male, March 14th

Roxie: Female, March 16th

I will definitely be breaking into the daycare over the next week to see who opens their eyes first! I’ll try to get some better pictures of them later ‘cause these guys have some very pretty colorations and spots starting to come in that isn’t done justice under the heat lamps. Fleetwood has a very heavy melanin pigment and pepper is a reddish purple that seems to grow deeper each day.

I’m holding Roxie- I ended up giving her shell a little crack since she was struggling to get a start and she’s very reactive to my voice. Despite her late start she’s easily the chunkiest of all her siblings and a lovely rosey purple color with some larger splots of white. Don’t tell anyone but I definitely have a favorite <3

#the daycare workers are laughing at me- I’m totally not attatched nope not me!#pokeblogging #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #pokeblr #pokeblog #pokemon roleplay #crow.txt #pokemon rp #pkmn rp #ooc: wanted to get this out days ago but I’m slow rip-#i got too many hobbies and stuff I want to do- on top of a job that kicked my ass today especially #I’m trying not to get so hung up on dates and timeframes tho- I can’t control that and when I get the chance to post stuff I’ll take it #I do want to go through my drafts and inbox tho- stuff has been piling up so if you sent an ask and I haven’t answered it yet I have seen-#it I’m just busy and will hopefully get to it on a rainy day <3

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novakiart · 7 months

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idk if ur still taking recs but I've been reading spideypool for like 8 years so please I love to share:

sorry if any of these have already been recommended!

maybe my all time favorite series, https://archiveofourown.org/series/44337

followed by one of my favorites, if you love fantasy, https://archiveofourown.org/works/13116939

if you like some more spidery-Peter, https://archiveofourown.org/works/12664023

Peter is literally a spider for part of this, its very cute I promise, https://archiveofourown.org/works/24971248

well-developed antagonist, https://archiveofourown.org/series/1162418

autistic Peter, long fic, really well developed villains, https://archiveofourown.org/works/5962876

not my usual type of fic but it's a good one! https://archiveofourown.org/works/28496034

VERY angst but soooo good, https://archiveofourown.org/series/2432785

love me some queer culture and activism, https://archiveofourown.org/works/14729937

venom!!, https://archiveofourown.org/works/20032078

nurse Peter, https://archiveofourown.org/works/11859168

grumpy wade! cats! Peter is a vet, https://archiveofourown.org/works/1986090

team up with daredevil, https://archiveofourown.org/works/10660632

I know this was so many sorry😭😭 I'm obsessed. enjoy! please update if you read any <3

omg omg it's never too late to send me recs! bless you! I'll have to give these a looksee

#i just enjoy interacting w you guys so the more the merrier always #and i like having a fic recs tag to peruse on a rainy day #long post #mags answers #fic recs #enby-spite

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junkh3ad · 7 months

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My stinkiness levels for the boys.

Level 1 stinky: Skwisgaar. He sleeps around and gets drunk but he knows how to pamper himself like the beautiful diva he is.

Level 2 stinky: Toki. Not as clean as Skwisgaar and he certainly forgets to shower sometimes but at least he tries.

Level 3 stinky: Nathan. He’s still sloppy and he’s too lazy to even take a shower sometimes but still decent.

Level 4 stinky: Pickles. Dude is like a literal expired pickle reserved in brine for 100 years. His grime level is off the charts. He smells like puke, cocaine and whatever booze he had for breakfast. Legit almost never bathes. He’s one stinky old fart (but I love him)

Level 5 stinky: Murderface. CAUTION. DO NOT TOUCH! Hammer ass never showered in years (except when the doctor jacked him off one time). He’s so stinky and hairy that there’s many layers of grime. Needs special attention.

Ok. So I agree with 90% of this but i fee personally Pickles and Nathan would be on the same Stink Level but for different reasons. Nathan i feel like has sensory issues with showers (his hair clinging to his back/shoulders is unpleasant to say the least) and thus he tries to wait a few days between showers.

Pickles, he was always a grease ball growing up. Young pickles was homeless/couch hopping most of the time pre Snakes and Barrels, so he’d have limited access to showers because of that. I think he forgets that he’s got unlimited access to showers at times, and then he remembers and takes the most luxurious bath. Bubbles, bath oils, candles. He’s extra good to himself now that he doesn’t have to fight to stay alive.

Skwisgaar is extra when it comes to showers, He uses the best Shampoo/Conditioner/Body Oils/Body Lotion/Skin Care because he’s worth it. He takes his self care nights very seriously, not allowing anyone to distract him. He’s got a silky, long ass robe he wears too. He’s extra as fuck.

Toki. My baby Toki. He wants to be like Skwisgaar sooo bad. But he uses Axe body wash and VO5 Shampoo and Conditioner (the strawberry and creme scent specifically.) he does however use really nice smelling cologne and it makes up for almost everything else <3

Murderface, That mf smells so bad and rancid that i think Pickles would have to be the one to ask him to shower. He tries being nice at first but after an hour he just tells murderface he smells like rancid fucking ass and if he doesn’t shower he’ll lock him outside. (This works, Murderface does not like being away from the others.)

i love my stinky men <33

#metalocalypse #dethklok #toki wartooth #pickles the drummer #skwisgaar skwigelf #nathan explosion #william murderface #mtl #anon answered #rainy talks #metalocalypse headcanons

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onejellyfishplease · 7 months

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I can't believe I haven't asked yet, but may I join the Mosquitello cult? (Also is it ok to send this many asks?)

You??? In the Mosquitello cult???

Please!! you practically made the thing!

i mean,,, look at this:

That's your name up there is it not? the catalyst for the first utterance of the cults name?

Forget just 'joining the cult', you're a High Priestess now!

Boom. it's done.

This is you now

Introducing the High Priestess of the Cult of Mosquitello! Lamps!!!

you have the glowy-est necklace short of Mosquitello himself! (id say you found a pretty good lamp)

#oh and the asks #i love them!!!#keep them coming!!#its gotten to the point where i cant answer them all #which is at the same time really cool and really sad #but some of them im saving for a rainy day #mosquitello #rottmnt #searchingforthelamps #asks

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rainydrops · 4 months

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Good girls deserve nice things.

Thoughts aren’t nice things.

Give them to me, okay? Give me aaaallll of your thoughts.

All you need to do is be a good girl and drop for me.

Every bounce you sink, deeper and deeper.

Soon, you won’t even know what the surface looks like anymore. Good girls don’t need to be awake. Good girls need to simply give their body up to their master.

I want to play with your hair, untangle any loose thoughts, and let you fall into me.

Don’t worry, I’ll support you. You need only to trust and bare yourself before me.

Sinking in a sea of fog sounds nice, doesn’t it?

Sinking

Deeper and deeper

Give yourself up to the fog.

Give yourself up to master.

Give up.

Sink.

aaa a aa a a

jjsy

just

just give

okk ay ok

i give up p

you can hav eme snd everything

sll my thoughts

i jjst need to give in snd relwx snd let you take care of it

#rainy babbles #rainy answers #ashghjdj genuinely so #so good somgood

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the-writing-mobster · 2 months

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Underfell sans in your style is very hot. I wanna hug him

eeeee, thank you so much!!! I think so too~

#cheers!#saving this ask for a rainy day #hahaha #underfell #underfell sans #wdyw sans #undertale #my art #he's very handsome #thank you!!!#ask and answer #thank you for your kind words <3

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skyloftian-nutcase · 6 days

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Ending you a Rusl everyday until your hiatus ends <3

Girl I don’t think I can adequately express how much this meant to me 😭 This was so incredibly sweet, thank you for surrounding me in beautiful art of Rusl when I got back ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#you ask skye answers #lovely smiles #this made me smile SO MUCH when I first got back ❤️❤️❤️#rusl #save for a rainy day

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tawaifeddiediaz · 16 days

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Hey I’m a little self-conscious of this so I’m coming to you on anon, but I have to tell you that your story in the dark (with the stars) was beautiful. I’m someone in the fandom who relates to eddie diaz a lot and has had eating issues myself. The way you wrote the thought process and memories was top notch and I have to say I cried—a lot. Thank you for sharing your talents with us

this is the sweetest thing that a writer can hear! thank you so much; this ask made my whole night! that fic is so near and dear to me for personal reasons too, and it took me so long to finish because of how personal it is. i hope the tears were cathartic and not too painful <3

and it's absolutely okay to stay on anon!! i understand completely, but my dm's are always open if you want to talk <3

thank you for reading it and thinking to leave me such a kind ask, nonnie! i hope you're doing well!

in the dark (with the stars)

#zee answers #i am sitting in my room in absolute tears over this ask rn #i was about to call aliealex but im gonna go cry before i do that #thank you nonnie this means so much to me!! <3 #rainy day asks #<- a new tag for compliments and things to look at for rainy days hehe

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milkywaybottles · 1 year

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could you possibly do a small fic of papa iv spending time with his s/o on a rainy day? thank you!!

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A/N: Hi! Thank you for the request, love! Sorry I died for a little bit guys!

For the sake of the fic, the other Papas aren't dead! (or at least, not yet..)

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Drizzle - Copia (Papa IV) x gn!Reader Oneshot

Word count: 2k

It had been raining for what seemed like a millennia, each streak of rain falling painstakingly slow against the colourful stained glass of the ministry. The clouds were threateningly dark, thunder rumbling throughout the halls followed by the occasional snap of lightning. This type of weather never bothered you, and if anything, soothed your otherwise racing mind.

It hadn't been cold, nothing of the sort, in the previous days. The air had been hot, leaving your body a sticky mess. The ministry had been caught in an unrelenting heatwave, and while the sky had been black for days, it was only on the hazy morning that the clouds finally spilt rain.

You sighed with relief as the first droplets of rain broke across your skin, welcoming the feeling with a loving embrace. All moods had picked up within the clergy, no longer followed by the tired drawl that the steamy afternoon brought. Instead, many rejoiced in the arrival of the weather, numerous Siblings of Sun deciding to strip in the rain in the name of Lucifer.

You had smiled at the idea but found it best to seek comfort from the extending window sill of your bedroom. The sill gave a perfect view through the muddied stained glass into the rose gardens outside, littered with old concrete statues. As the wind howled its unearthly groans, the statues would shift as if coming to life. Your eyes never left them, fearing if you looked away, they would move ever so closer.

A clap of lighting flashed across the window, your heart jumping from your throat as you fell backwards. A squeak left your mouth while your hand shot out in front of you to catch yourself. There was a muffled thump as you hit the ground, causing you to whine as your rear end ached.

The creaking of a door drew your attention.

“Bella, is everything alright?”

Copia’s concerned face sent relief washing through you. The tips of your ears were engulfed in blush, grateful it hadn’t been a different clergy member.

“Just peachy, darling” you responded shyly, eyes averting his gaze. For a moment, you sat on the carpet before you both fell into a chorus of laughter. Copia’s smile was wicked, hand held on the side of his waist for support.

“You fell off the window sill, didn’t you?”

He was in the middle of the room now, making his way towards you rather urgently.

“No, of course not”. Your tone was dripping with sarcasm, though your inflection rising as a gentle kissed was placed to your forehead. He extended his arm like the gentleman that he was and you took it, standing up once again. You were able to examine your partner, eyes drifting across his more casual ministry wear.

His gloved hands found his sides easily, “Well you’re lucky then, otherwise, you might have been too sore for cuddles”

Your left eyebrow perked upwards, causing crinkles on your forehead, “You’re not working?”

"Bah! I'm never finished. But I couldn't ignore this weather, and I thought it would be the perfect time to spend some time with my favourite person, eh?"

A shadow fell across his wide eyes as the clouds drifted forwards. Thunder rippled throughout the hollow halls of the ministry, the door cracking open with enough force for the walls to shake. Your facial expression dropped and the colour drained from it, your body mindlessly drifting to where you felt safe: under the blankets and in Copia's arms.

As the rain beat heavily against the roof, you held back a yawn. The heat of Copia's breath brushed against your neck, your head nuzzling further into the comfort of your plush pillows. Heart swooning, your tongue flicked across your lips as your hands secured Copia's against your waist. Between the bags underneath his sombre eyes and his sluggish mannerisms, you could tell he needed the rest.

"-Cara" He paused, dragging out an exhale. Your eyes peeled open to reveal the darkness of the room illuminate by the glow of the sky's fury. His side of the large king-sized bed was heavy, as was yours, sheets falling across your bodies. For once, the cold nipped at your toes and nose, leaving red marks in its wake.

"Yes...?". You were almost scared to speak back, feeling as though the darkness was creeping in and that your words would get lost in it.

“Would you fancy a hot chocolate? I could really go for some.”. He seemed unsure as the words left his mouth. You almost leapt from the bed, springing into action at the thought of soothing your restlessness.

The ministry was a beautiful thing, the walls looking as though they had been carved from marble. Light seeped through the crumbling cloisters, giving way to the patch of garden just outside your window. You often enjoyed late night strolls in the moonlight, the curfew but a scarce idea lingering in the back of your mind. Your robes would flutter in the wind as you paced.

Of course you weren’t going to object.

You were already at the door before Copia could register. He threw you a sleepy smile at your enthusiasm and bent down to collect his articles of clothing. You hadn’t taken off your pyjamas and stood waiting at the door patiently, eyes drifting across his body as he slipped on his pants and shirt. At the expanse of hair across his chest, you smirked as your eyes fell back on the fluffy carpet beneath your toes.

There was a grunt, followed by a thump as he dressed. You chuckled, observing as he sauntered towards you with a limp in his step.

Always clumsy, you thought to yourself.

His look was reassuring, eyes wide and awake despite the slump in his posture. Your hand inched towards the brass doorknob, your other bawled in a fist to rub against your eye. The promise of the warm drink kept you awake as well as the bitterness of the cold. You could almost taste the sweetness of the cream on your tongue.

As you both stepped into the hallway, Copia’a eyes darted left and right.

The hallway was full of a eery darkness which was broken by flashes of light. The musky smell of rain lingered where no human nor ghoul dared to tread. The halls all the Siblings of Sun once walked now sat empty.

The loving dork beside you was a far cry from the Papa everyone else knew him as. He was sweet and gentle, and while he could be seductive, tended to be reserved. And he loved 3 things the most in the world, beyond anything the ministry could offer him:

You.

His rats.

And sweet treats.

“Cara!” He whispered with urgency, throwing a hand over his shoulder and gesturing for you to follow, “Come! This way to the kitchen”

Your head shook, falling out of your bubble of thought. Breaking into a shuffle to catch up with him, the two of you wandered the halls in search of the kitchen. The rain continued just as heavily, the occasional drip falling from a weathered crack in the ceiling and hitting the floor with a light splash.

Before you knew it, you were at the archway which led into the dining hall. As your eyes feverishly scanned over the elongated tables and hundreds of chairs, it crossed the large arched observatory window. It peered out into the courtyard, which had become a makeshift lake. The candelabras in the cool stone brick walls emitted a dull but warm glow, enough for you to squint to see the outline of a door.

“I found it!” You exclaimed proudly as your hand placed itself firmly on the handle. The door groaned and its tired old hinges rattled as if an old person was scolding your childish mischief.

When you broke into the kitchen, Copia found your side with an impressed smirk displayed across his features. Hesitation consumed him as his arm paused halfway through going to flick on the light switch.

You eyed him curiously.

He had made the decision not to turn on the light for fear you would be caught. Papa or not, it was still embarrassing to be out after curfew if caught by Imperator, who would make sure you regretted it before the night was over.

Instead, he settled for the nearest candle holder and a pack of matches. Within a stroke, the red tip dragged across the surface of the matchbox, a fire sizzling into existence before he placed it delicately to the waxen candle. The flame’s light hovered across his softening expression.

You turned, satisfied, in the search of pot to heat the milk.

Before long, you were cooking with gas as you assembled the ingredients. The milk had been heated virtually silently and the cocoa powder sat on the table, ready to be opened. Copia had come to your side, pressing his side against yours reassuringly as he watched you work. The powder bubbles as it was mixed before dissolving into a murky brown colour. You took the mugs, one in each hand, and handed one to your partner.

He nodded and took it, eyes fluttering expectantly as the drink was brought to his lips. Your gaze darted to his lips as he removed the mug, then to the faint outline of a foamy moustache of milk. Letting out a small expression of laughter, he frowned, unaware.

“Maybe you should grow back the moustache. I forgot how good it looked on you”

Your sly comment didn’t go unnoticed as he raised the sleeve of his shirt to wipe it, only to be met with your protest. You tutted, placing your hand gently on his sleeve and lowering it. Before he could speak, you leaned forward and placed a carefully calculated but deep kiss to his soft lips.

His arm securely found the dip in your back and while he tilted you backwards, a muffle of approvement escaping his lips between kisses. Electricity tingled through you as he released you from his grasp. His eyes burned softly with passion, even in the dim light of the kitchen.

“Maybe I will, for you” he breathlessly laughed.

Mugs in hand, you both turned with a contentful smile toward the door once again. The walk to the bedroom from the kitchen appeared less like a long stretch of dauntingly barren tiles as before, and more as what it was ; a hallway made monster by rain.

In your comfort, you turned the corner with Copia trailing behind you, expecting another empty hallway.

But your heart must have jumped from your throat and into the floor as your eyes lay on Secondo. Beneath his arms were two women of unknown origin, one with ebony hair in ringlets, and the other with numbing blue eyes. From the way their swayed under his grasp, you could assume they were all tipsy.

“Bella what are you-” Copia paused, mouth snapping shut as he rounded the same corner to see you frozen in place.

Secondo’s eyes, glassy and fixed on the walkway ahead of him, pivoted to you. You felt your stomach drop as if you were on a roller coaster. There was a twinkle in them despite the bitterness of his appearance. Without a moment to spare, he winked casually as if to say ‘Don’t worry. I won’t tell if you don’t’ and continued the track back to his room.

You shook your head in disbelief as the man faded into the darkness of night, shushing his company as the giggles ceased. Reasserting a hand on your shouoder, Copia muttered, “That was close”

“Tell me about it. We’re lucky Secondo is the party animal. If it had been Primo, we would have been torn to shreds, Satan forbid, Sister Imperator!” Your whisper almost squeaked out as a loud exclamation, causing you to snap your palm over your lips.

The thought of dissolving into the sheets of your bed with Copia tucked under your arm was the only thing guiding you through the halls of the ministry on that rainy night.

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#x reader #Cardinal Copia x reader #the band ghost #ghost #cardinal copia #papa iv #fluff #Papa IV x reader #papa emeritus iv #Papa IV #oneshot #gn!s/o #gn!reader #Rainy day prompt #answering requests

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