#reader is just a skrunkly

[rockingbytheseaside]

✦ Would you kiss him for two nickels? (guys it's ok he didn't do anything I promise)

#genshin impact #genshin fanart #dottore #il dottore #webttore #dottore x reader #little skrunkly #it's just ketchup i swear #genshin impact fatui

[wrenhyperfixates]

hmmmm having thoughts about soft dottore who would come back to your shared home after a day of being hunched over in his lab and plop down on the couch and just. pulls you into his lap and snuggle the living daylights out of you, placing little kisses on your neck, your jaw, your fingers.

domestic dottore, who sometimes gets so wrapped up in his work that he forgets to come out of his study so you go in to find him asleep at his desk and drape a blanket over his shoulders and brush his hair out of his face. though he stays asleep he hums happily

nights when he is home at a reasonable hour, gentle dottore who loves lifting you up and tucking you into bed before sliding in next to you, holding you in his arms and resting his head on your chest

despite not being a typical doctor, doting dottore who would drop everything the minute you so much as sneeze and give you a full checkup, making sure there is nothing ailing his beloved. and if he finds anything wrong or you really are sick, he will take the utmost care of you

dottore who they call the mad doctor but would never in a million years think of doing you harm. you are the one and only person who he truly sees as his equal. who he would rather just hold than experiment on. who he would burn the whole world for just to keep safe <3

#don’t ask me what this is just love this man #dottore x reader #il dottore #dottore genshin impact #genshin impact #dottore fluff #genshin impact x reader #gender neutral reader #skrunkly doctor man 🩵

[june-again]

TIGHNARI: # deliver me.

word count. 3k. genre. adventure, pining.

overview. news of your patrol squad's brutal defeat by eremites reaches tighnari's ears. he wastes no time searching for you to save you—but in the end, who will be saving who?

warnings. blood, action sequences, tighnari & y/n both being badass AND down bad for each other. read at your own discretion.

Tighnari shifted his weight to his other leg, trying to focus himself on his work at hand. A dark cloud had been looming over his mind all day. It had obscured his path to understanding the recent outbreak of withering zones all across the forest; he seemed to have hit a roadblock in what to anticipate in coming weeks. Some information from forest logs pointed to the archon’s situation, and other clues pointed to misconduct of both Akedemiya researchers and bands of Eremites. Still others seemed to lead him somewhere deeper, somewhere within the very Ley Lines of Teyvat. But there was more that was bothering him today which he could not lay his finger on.

“General Watchleader, sir!” 

He looked up to see a Forest Watcher at his doorway. 

“Come quick,” she said. “Something’s happened to this morning’s patrol squad.”

Tighnari wasted no time following her to the infirmary hut, where but one Forest Watcher was lying wounded on one of the beds. It was indeed one of the Rangers that had been sent out this morning, along with you and two others, who he did not see now.

“Kamran, what happened?”

The poor man clutched his bleeding side, which was dressed mildly with a makeshift bandage from his scarf. Tighnari gently removed this to treat the Ranger’s wound, listening to his tale.

“Eremites, General Watchleader. We were ambushed, and they—they had no mercy. The two others died, sir, and our patrol chief told me to get out of there. I made it out by the hair on my neck. Or rather, my side—yahhh!” Kamran yelped as Tighnari applied an ointment along the edge of the wound.

“Sit still, Kamran.” Tighanari tried to steady his hands. He’d elected you chief of this patrol—and so, it was his fault if you were dead. He might not ever forgive himself for this. He should have sent stronger defense along. He should have seen this coming. 

Damn, he might have lost you, now, and might never get the chance to tell you what you meant to him.

He tightened a liquid bandage over Kamran’s wound. “Tell me, Ranger: where did this occur?”

<*+`,.>

Tighnari’s boots were laden with mud by the time he and two others had reached the reported location. Rain was falling hard, emphasizing his growing dread and causing his ears to fold back. Finding nothing initially, one of the other Forest Rangers suggested they split up.

“Hold that thought, Ranger,” he said, kneeling at the sign of discolored mud. On closer inspection, he realized: “Blood.”

None of them could locate directional footprints near this point, but there was a clear indication of a fight, one that ended quickly. The three swept the riverbank for more clues with no luck. But upon a tree Tighnari noted a fresh gash around half of its trunk. It looked like one your knives might have made it, though it was higher than you would have naturally reached.

Perhaps you had been carried. Perhaps they kept you alive.

“We go West,” Tighnari declared. “Iraj, take the Southernmost route! Shirin, you take the Northernmost one!”

“Sir,” they nodded, gathering in front of him.

“Don’t stand there. Lives still may be saved today!”

And off they ran, all three praying he would be right.

Tighnari was relieved when he found another fresh cut in a tree several paces West, indicative of your survival past the ambush. He later found the ground to be firmer, and the marks of several footprints created a reliable trail. Now he had a feeling he was drawing closer—but at the same time, a feeling he might still be too late.

The discovery of one of your blades in the dirt a bit further along concurred.

It had occurred to him quite soon after Kamran’s arrival that this may be a trap for Tighnari. The Forest Rangers of Gandharva Ville had had a rocky relationship with Eremites, and being known as the leader placed a target on his back. However, he feared more the blood of the Rangers on his hands than any of the enemies of the forest he may face. He had no doubt now that it was a trap, but knowing it served him very little. He’d sent the others further away so that they might not have to get involved; he only hoped they hadn’t come near enough to locate the camp. 

Only then did he hear distant chatter. It sounded like Eremites, no doubt, and additionally, the whining tone of Treasure Hoarders. As he approached the camp, he quieted his paces and kept to the shadows, eyes peeled to the men and women around the wet firepit with their weapons at the ready. 

Tighnari crept around the outskirts of the camp, far enough away that any rustle in the trees would be indistinguishable from the storm. He spied you, soon enough, sitting in a crude wooden cage similar to ones he’d seen at other Treasure Hoarder camps before. Guilt sank his heart to his stomach. He would get you out of this mess, no matter what.

Tighnari aimed his bow at the back of the Eremite guarding your cage, considering. If he alerted the camp of his presence, he would have to face all of them at once. If he lured some away, however…

He pointed and shot his arrow to the trees near the path, and watched a few shout and scramble over in that direction. He snickered to himself. Knuckleheads.

Back at the camp, he could just make out you standing in your cage, peering over in that same direction. He refocused, noticing how muddy your face and back were.

There would be no easy way to save you, he knew. But hesitating would make things harder, and so he crept closer to the camp. The mud was slippery and thick here, gathering a slight stream downhill. If he had sprinted for you, he would have wiped out and given himself away. 

Ah. That would work.

Tighnari at last sent an arrow at the Eremite leaning on your cage, and she staggered to her feet, whirling around. “He’s there!” she shouted shrilly, and soon, a larger portion of the camp was racing towards him. He simply jogged a few steps away, turned, and readied his weapon.

Sure enough, each Treasure Hoarder and Eremite that ran close enough slid on their heel and landed on their ass. Defeating them with a few well aimed shots was no problem. A cryo-thrower tossed a solution from further away, and Tighnari just managed to dive out of the way. Gathering his elemental energy, he sent three shots at the foe and made a dash for the camp.

“Welcome, Tree-Hugger. Eat this.” A kick from an undetected Eremite struck him clean across the face and he stumbled backwards.

“My,” he said, simply. “No need to play dirty.”

“You don’t know when to drop the act, do you?” the Eremite said. She slashed her dual hydro-blades at her, and just barely missed his chest as he dodged. “You’re dead.”

He dodged another attack. He wouldn’t be able to defeat her from this close a range. He’d been hoping to emancipate you before dealing with the rest, but it seemed he had no choice.

Or, at least, that’s what he was thinking, until the Clearwater grunted and froze in place, before crumbling to her knees.

He noticed the handle of a blade stuck deep into her shoulder. Not just any blade. Your blade.

“C’mon, ‘Nari, get me out of here before I scream. They’re awfully loud bastards.”

He chuckled, noticing you watching him from the cage. Truly an ineffective sport and ineffective piece of technology, trapping someone without taking away their weapons in such a wide-barred, single-person cage. He wondered if you might have shimmied out between the wood had you not been surrounded by Treasure Hoarders.

“Alright, alright. Be patient, Patrol Chief.”

You groaned as he went to make work of the lock. “You can’t be serious. You don’t even have the key.”

“I can pick locks,” he said matter of factly, “you know.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, well, I can do this—” He halted as you wrapped your hands around two parallel wooden beams and pulled them apart, successfully snapping them and opening yourself your own doorway out. You tossed the splintered beams to the ground and dusted off your hands. 

“You could have done that before I got here and saved me the trouble,” Tighnari quipped, watching you step out. “Now, then, I do apologize you landed in this mess all because—”

“It’s not your fault, Tighnari. I can be responsible for my own ass sometimes.”

Tighnari curled his lips unashamedly.

“Don’t respond to that,” you said, trudging over to the female Eremite to draw your knife out of her shoulder. You wiped the blood off with the inner elbow of your sleeve, peering into the sky. “So, how’d you find out what happened?”

Tighnari followed you, checking you over for injuries. “Kamran stumbled into camp and I was alerted,” he said, and then deemed you to be in one shape and acquiesced to your resistance.

“That coward.” You huffed and shook your head. “I don’t know what he told you, but he ran off almost immediately. And he was supposed to be our combat support. Our analyst didn’t make it.”

“Not your fault.”

“It ain’t yours either, ‘Nari. Eremites can just be ruthless. I knew they wanted you, but I was hoping Kamran wouldn’t be able to find the way back so that I could handle it myself.”

“Patrol Chief, you were still in your cage when I made it here,” he said. “I don’t think it was going as well as you claim it was.”

The Clearwater Eremite groaned, writhing on the ground. Tighnari gave her a good kick in the side. You raised your eyebrows at him. “I was just waiting for the sun to come out. It seemed awfully inconvenient to deal with the situation in the pouring rain.” You pointed into the sky. “A bit of sun’s coming out now. I would have gotten out by now with or without your help.”

“No ‘thank you’?”

You shook your head. “Nope. Not when you put yourself in danger like that.”

Tighnari shook his ears with a resigned sigh. “Well, at least it’s all over now.”

“Not yet it ain’t,” a voice boomed. The two of you whirled around to see a burly Eremite clomping into the camp. Tighnari did not recognize him from the ones he dealt with earlier. He was larger, more handsomely clothed, and angrier. “I’ve been waiting for this day.”

“Of course you have,” Tighnari muttered.

“You should be more afraid, tree hugger,” demanded the Eremite.

“No need,” he replied, readying his bow unwaveringly.

The Eremite laughed heartily and drew a long, narrow blade, eyeing both of you with evident bloodlust. You clasped the hilt of your dagger in your belt, but Tighnari raised an arm in front of you.

“Fight me all you want, but leave them out of this.” At this you started to protest but a severe look from Tighnari silenced you at once.

“Someone’s protective of his pet,” the Eremite responded. He stepped closer, dragging the tip of his blade in the mud. “Seems we were right.”

Tighnari’s face was dark. You were grateful not to be on the receiving end of that look. “You Eremites wish you had any kind of sense. Luring me here was a mistake.” 

He fired an arrow at the man’s chest, knocking him back and angering him further. You stepped out of the way as Tighnari had instructed you, watching him dive towards the edge of the camp to avoid a swipe of the Eremite’s blade. You wanted to help, but you didn’t want to complicate things.

Tighnari shouted, tossing a Dendro bomb at the Eremite’s feet. He stumbled back—only to charge at Tighnari with greater force. You could just barely hear him swearing under the thundering rain, dodging the blade again. It went on for several minutes; you watched with great interest, only bothered by the fact that you weren’t part of it. It seemed that the General Watchleader was attempting to exhaust the roaring Eremite, but it was taking a while. Both Tighnari and the Eremite’s movements were becoming sloppier. The Eremite showed no sign of letting up, however; he looked like he’d been waiting for this his whole life.

In a moment that seemed to last several seconds, you saw Tighnari’s foot slip a little in the grass, causing him to stumble a little. You did not hesitate to reach your arm back and fling your dagger at the Eremite. 

It sunk into his back a moment too late—the Eremite had landed a deadly strike on Tighnari.

Tighnari fell to his knees as the Eremite crumpled into the grass, groaning.

“Damn it, Tighnari!” you ran over to your leader, kneeling next to him.

“My love…” He fought to keep his eyes open. “I apologize. I thought I could—” He cut himself off, holding one hand to his mouth to cough hard. His other hand was clutching his chest. Blood came from both locations.

“‘Nari,” you whispered.

Neither of you had the time to process the use of such a term between you. You could feel his shoulders in your hands, tremble and falter. Your heart stopped as he fell forward into your arms. Your thoughts blurred as you ripped the Eremite’s scarf from his neck and tied it around his chest, trying to hold enough pressure to his collarbone to stop the bleeding. Once you were satisfied with the tautness, you took a full, deep breath, dragged him to a standing position by his armpits, and pulled him onto your back.

“Shit. You’re heavy, asshole,” you breathed. It was going to be a long walk back to Gandharva Ville. And you were not going to think about him calling you his “love.”

<*+`,.>

Tighnari came to in a very comfortable bed with a very uncomfortable pain in his chest. He could barely breathe. It was like he’d been stabbed in the lungs.

Oh. He had been. The events of the Eremite camp sharpened in his memory. He’d been trying to lead the Eremite far enough from you that you could escape. But he didn’t remember anything after being stabbed. Where were you?

His vision was peppered with dots but he forced them to focus. He was in the infirmary, no doubt. But whoever had treated his injury had done an egregious job, and he did not attempt any movement. His mouth tasted like iron. Like blood.

Tighnari heard a fuss across the room and footsteps ran into his direction. You leaned over him with evident worry. And red eyes.

“You’re awake,” you said with a tense sigh.

“No shit.”

You stared at him. Your face, previously clouded in misgiving, reconfigured to a relieved smile. “You’re quite awake,” you said.

“Haven’t you got,” he said, taking short breaths between words, “anything else to say?”

“Yeah. You’re awake thanks to me.”

He opened his mouth to voice a retort, but his throat clenched and he turned his head to cough. “I should have given you… lessons… on how to treat a chest wound.”

“I figured it out myself.”

He tilted his face back to look you in the eyes. “Barely.”

“I’m sorry, ‘Nari,” you said. “But at the same time, you could have been dead. You could have been dead because you didn’t let me help.” Tighnari noticed a tear escape your eye, which you wiped away immediately with the heel of your palm. “Asshole,” you added as an affable afterthought.

Tighnari studied your face, feeling emotions threaten his own expression. He wiggled his fingers, testing the pain. Satisfied that it was bearable, he reached up to your collar and pulled you towards him. 

“Thank you,” he whispered into your ear, “for saving me. You did well.” 

You seemed to hesitate. Then, ever-so-gently, you rested your head next to his and placed a careful hand on his shoulder. You were warm, and he didn’t know you were capable of such tender affection.

As you stood up straight again, you flicked his forehead with all your might.

He gasped, and then howled as his hand involuntary jerking up to his head caused his chest to strain and ache. “Ow! That was unnecessary!”

“You’re welcome, Tighnari,” you announced with your back to him. He did not fail to notice the redness of your ears.

He clicked his tongue. “You used the wrong ointment on my wound, Patrol Chief.” He took a deep breath, wincing again. “Is this Padisarah itching cream?”

You scoffed. “You can treat your wounds yourself from now on.” With that, you marched through the door of the hut, leaving Tighnari quite immobile on the bed.

He allowed himself a small smile. Alas, neither of you were dead. And something told him he would get the chance to tell you what you meant to him.

author's note. thanks for reading. if you enjoyed, a reblog would mean the world!

#MY SKRUNKLY EEPY FENNEC BOY #tighnari x reader #genshin x reader #genshin ff #genshin fluff #genshin angst #genshin whump #genshin scenarios #gi x reader #gi x gn!reader #tighnari x gn!reader #tighnari angst #tighnari #!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #juneshin impact #genshin #WE'RE JUST IGNORING COLLEI'S EXISTENCE FOR YET ANOTHER 3K WORDS ENJOY #u can tell im the sanest genshin impact player fr

[3raccoonstryingtorobabank]

been actually playing twst instead of just reading everyone’s lore (shocking I know) AND HOW COME NO ONE MENTIONS THE VIGNETTE WHERE IDIA GOES NONVERBAL AND USES HIS TABLET TO TALK???

#HES SO TISM CODED #We love idia #Certified skrunkly moment actually #Me when I’m at the family function and go nonverbal #AND NOBODY LIKE GETS UPSET AT HIM FOR IT??? #OR CALLS HIM WEIRD??? #KALIM IS LIKE “cool” AND JUST MOVES ON???? #they’re all so silly #does anyone else wish they could go nonverbal but are forced to talk in social situations #Or does that not count as nonverbal #Or is it just advanced masking #Anyways time for the real tags #idia shroud #twst x reader #twst idia #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland

[suashii]

dan heng who gets jealous more easily than he admits. . . who finds subtle ways to be close to you when others are stealing your attention. he’ll link his pinky with yours and gently swing them but keeps his eyes ahead when you look down at your joined fingers. and the moment the two of you are alone again, he’s dipping his head and nuzzling his nose against the crook of your neck, mumbling about how he wants you to himself for a bit

#☁︎ manon's mind #he is a disease #and i have caught the most extreme strain #help! #i cannot stop thinking about him! #he’s just a skrunkly guy #omg and the blush that clouds his cheeks #when he rubs his nose against you #unwell! #i am so unwell! #dan heng x reader #hsr x reader #dan heng fluff #hsr fluff

[telleroftime]

Wow, what's this? Self indulgent Takuma x Reader ideas? Who would have thought:

Reader and Takuma making rock pets and making little cardboard homes for their rock pets. (Bonus of showing off said rock pets to the others, like Nanami and Itadori).

Takuma finding Reader on their university campus and brining them their lunch.

Takuma "helping" Reader study eventhough he doesn't understand a single thing and ends up falling asleep with his arms wrapped around them and his head resting on their back.

Reader and Takuma making cookies together and getting icing everywhere because neither can take it seriously. (Bonus of Takuma having lunch with Nanami and pulling out cookies that are dressed the same was as the 7:3 sorcerer).

Takuma getting hurt but not enough for Shoko to patch him up so Reader ends up the one that stitches him back together. Well, patches him up.

Reader giving Takuma a hair cut, featuring forehead kisses.

That's all for now. This man deserves all the love but don't let Gege know that.

#ino takuma #takuma x reader #ino takuma x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #he's just an adorable skrunkly #toonce ideas

[perpetualcynicism]

July 24th, 3:48 am. 

“Man alive,” grumbled a voice beside you, rousing you from your sleep. “I missed midnight.”

You blinked tired eyes open to fix Shikanoin Heizou with a confused squint. “…Huh?”

He stared at you expectantly, like he was waiting for you to realise something. The realisation dawned on you a moment later.

“Oh, right. Sorry. My brain is a bit dead right now.” Although you were exhausted, you smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his brow. “Happy birthday, Heizou.”

He nodded, pleased. “Now that’s what I like to hear.”

“Do you need me to sing it again?”

Heizou breathed a chuckle. “No, not this year.” You sighed in relief, but too soon. “I have another idea, though. Think of it as… my birthday wish.”

“Go on,” you said, deciding to humour him. 

“I want to build a pillow fort with you.”

You tilted your head, frowning. “Like, now?” Heizou shrugged.

“Sure.”

Rubbing the crust from your eyes, you mumbled an ‘alright’. Heizou grinned and sat up in your shared bed. He stepped onto the floor and walked to the foot of the bed, and, before you could react, pulled the duvet out from over you. You gasped, affronted by your sudden lack of blanket.

“What’re you looking at me like that for? We need a roof for our fort, right?” From across the bed, he winked at you.

With a fond sigh at his antics, you pulled yourself upright and set to work gathering together all the pillows and cushions you could find. Once a soft pile of the things had amassed on the floor of the living room, you got to arranging them. 

Heizou managed the process with considerable focus, instructing you where to place each pillow and at what angle, until, around half an hour later, you found yourself staring at a rather impressive structure of cushions rising in front of you. 

Heizou held out the blanket he had stolen earlier. “Care to help me with the finishing touch?” 

“My pleasure,” you said, and with his help lifted it across a series of strings you had stretched above the pillow fort, so that little sections of the blanket draped up and down like the roof of a circus tent. 

Heizou stepped back, admiring your shared handiwork. He turned to you and beckoned you forwards. You slipped your hand into his and burrowed your way into the fort, sinking into the cushion walls. Heizou leaned his head on your shoulder, grazing his nose against the crook of your neck.

“I can get you a hot drink, if you want,” you offered, running a hand through his wine-red hair. You idly untangled a knot borne of his bedhead. “Consider it the first of many birthday treats to come.”

His eyes creased with a smile. “I’d like that very much.”

“And what is my good detective’s choice of drink, then?” you asked, attempting to lower into an ostentatious bow in front of him before remembering you were sitting down.

Heizou tapped his chin in deep thought. “Hmm… a hot chocolate would please this good detective greatly,” he said decisively. 

“One hot chocolate coming right up.”

You made to stand up, but Heizou caught your wrist and pulled you back down to peck your cheek.

“You’re the best,” he smiled. 

“I’m quite aware,” you teased.

“Make a drink for yourself too, alright? I can’t be the only one of us indulging in chocolatey goodness.”

You saluted his request gravely. “Understood.”

As you left the room, you could hear his chuckle from inside the tent. 

A couple of minutes later, you returned to the living room, boasting two mugs of ‘chocolatey goodness’ in your hands. You pushed past a section of blanket falling in front of the pillow fort’s entrance and handed Heizou his Kiss The Detective mug. He took a loud, satisfied slurp.

Once finished, he held his mug up to you. “See what the mug says?” he said, raising a mischievous brow. You sighed, but nonetheless leaned in and planted a soft kiss to his lips. They tasted sweet.

“Happy?”

He nodded. “Ecstatic.”

“I’m glad.”

A comfortable silence soon settled over the row of you. You nestled further into the surrounding pillows, tilting your head back with a satisfied sigh. Heizou slurped noisily again, and your shoulders shook with held-back laughter.

His eyes widened without warning. ‘Mm!’ he hummed eagerly through a mouthful of hot chocolate, and furiously gulped it down. Then he coughed into his fist, grimacing at the heat no doubt scalding his throat. 

“One last thing,” he said once he’d recovered. “Wait here.”

You raised an eyebrow, but stayed where you were, watching him shuffle out of the pillow fort with some form of subtle amusement. In the meantime, you ran your finger along the rim of the mug, rhythmically tapping your nails against the porcelain as you waited for his return. You took a sip.

A minute or so later, you heard something being dragged across the floor.

“What on earth are you doing, Heizou?” you questioned, a touch sceptical.

“Just hang on for a moment,” he said. 

After a few moments, Heizou crawled once more into the pillow fort, dragging behind him a huge, hefty blanket. Your eyes widened at the sheer size of it, and an absentminded thought of ‘Where in the world did he find that?’ crossed your mind.

He sat down beside you, rather proudly, and draped it around his shoulders, before turning towards you with a smile and lifting up his arm, creating an opening in the blanket’s heavy folds. He quirked an eyebrow at you; a silent question of, ‘Care to join me?’

You accepted his invitation, scooting immediately to his side. Heizou’s arm came around you, cloaking you in the blanket, too. Content, you released a sigh and leaned into his warmth. A soft press of lips dropped onto your forehead.

“Thanks for getting up to build this with me. I really do appreciate it.”

You hummed. “No problem.”

“I love you, y’know,” he mumbled into your hair. “So much.”

“Love you, too,” you smiled. The next moment, your mouth opened with a wide yawn. Heizou chuckled lightly, pressing twin kisses to each of your drooping eyelids.

“You’re adorable when you’re tired, angel, but try and get some sleep now, alright? We have no shortage of pillows and blankets here, after all.”

“Mm. I’ll try.” 

You closed your eyes. Heizou pulled you closer to him, resting his head on top of yours. His thumb rubbed back and forth along your shoulder.

“Heizou?” you mumbled.

“Yeah?”

“Happy birthday.”

He smiled at you, his olive eyes soft beyond description. “Thank you. I have no doubt it will be.”

#genshin impact x reader #heizou x reader #heizou #happy birthday to my favourite little skrunkly guy #also for the record heizou is wearing pink bunny slippers throughout this whole thing #just though that was an important piece of information you guys ought to know

[devil-doll13]

Wild Imagination

(Brahms x Nanny!Reader)

Tw: G/N reader, I just use ‘nanny’ as a catchall term, Angst, Typical Jealousy/Possessiveness, Stalking, a.k.a Brahms being Brahms, Alcohol Mention, also sort of a character study? Idk

So I remember I said something about writing for Brahms and this is sort of a warmup/experiment for him! This is fairly short too, so I may or may not make a followup but for now have this.

Dividers by delishlydelightfuldividers

Brahms is fascinated by you.

This is understandable; you are a kind, attractive person, and he has rarely seen those not only as fantasy manifested in the pages of a novel.

But it is also simply because you are you, and uniquely so. All of your preferences, habits, interests; every minute detail he commits to heart.

Brahms likes routine. Brahms likes structure. He watches closely and memorises you as if you are his favourite story; playing those special little moments over and over again in his head.

Only, in his make-believe world, he is right there with you. In spirit, he always is; the doll is by your side, therefore he is as well. He cherishes your presence within his home, he loves your cooking if only because it is made with genuine care, he enjoys your piano playing, whether masterful or amateurish. He falls asleep - however awkward his position behind the walls might be - to your soothing voice reciting poetry to the doll, as if those porcelain eyelids might be closed.

But that isn’t the same as being with you truly, really, physically. That doll; his child persona, is a barrier separating you from him, perhaps even more than his place between his walls. All his little games he likes to play, you assume to be nothing more than a figment of your wild imagination. He has become so attached to you, but you don’t even know he exists.

Sometimes Brahms wonders what it would be like to be with you as the man. To welcome you into his home, as he should have when you were hired. To play the violin or cello or piano for you and impress you with his musical virtuosity. To hold you in his arms - a real human being, not only a sub-par effigy of your likeness - and softly read along with you. To conceal a laugh at your momentary fright as his cold hands run goosebumps down your spine. To be your Darcy or Rochester or Heathcliff.

But… No. He must be good. He must stay hidden.

He reminds himself of this every passing day, but by every passing day his desire to have you see him, as Brahms, in the flesh and blood and sweat, grows stronger and stronger.

His need for this surges, rather violently, when he sees you smiling and laughing with that damn Malcolm - only at the door, because you are a good nanny and follow the rules as you should - for he is reminded so unpleasantly that you will never smile or laugh for him. Not for him, not for Brahms the man, flesh and blood and sweat.

Brahms’ resentment for this fact soon bubbles over, soon he feels a sort of hateful jealousy directed at that doll and how beloved it is; for he is not scarred or ‘odd’ or wrong, not a failure of a son or a disappointment. He is ‘Brahms,’ without flaws, without blemishes, without room to embarrass or bring shame. Silent and perfect forever.

Now he cocoons you in his wool knit cardigan, safe from the outside world. Although you might struggle, he knows you need him as much as he needs you; you must, for all the nights you have imbibed wine and spilled your deepest secrets to him. To the doll, to a figment of your imagination. But it was him the whole time, and now he has revealed himself to you for you to love as deeply as you did that broken bundle of porcelain.

He loves you. You do too, right?

I didn’t tag any of my usuals bc I didn’t know who would want it but lmk if you want to be on my slasher x list!

#I was just working on my HoW fic and this manifested itself on the page #I love him 🥺 #my skrunkly sweaty wall man #if I do a followup #it might be from readers pov idk #Brahms Heelshire #The Boy #The Boy (2016) #Brahms x reader #Brahms x y/n #Brahms x you #fanfic #my writing

[valerievortex]

how am I supposed to sleep when The Character is in my Brain

#steve harrington x reader #Eddie Munson x reader #blorbo #fandom #the skrunkly #silly little guy #baby boy #hes just there in my brain #I rotate him up there

[maehemthemisfit]

When they said Scara would have a chest window... I WAS HOPING TO SEE TIDDIES

That thin top of his is only there to spite me

#i still love him tho #my evil lil skrunkly #scaramouche x reader #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche #genshin scara #scara x reader #genshin #genshin impact #chest window #drip marketing #wanderer #this is a joke #they really did just change his color scheme

[jokingmisfit]

I love how people see sus!Gabriel and are like,

"Oh yeah he's gonna be tumblrs new hot guy!"

And this things just there like

#but hes so cute tho #he a skrunkly boi #hes just a fun little murderer #sus gabriel #sus gabriel x reader #mandela catalogue

[autism-corner]

Calling them your skrimblo

yeah so skrunklybrain struck me n now i wanna call Levi and Belphie my skrunkly and see how they react +w+bb

~500 words, 50% bulletpoint-style 50% story

Levi (she/her):

Just as she was walking down the hallway to get to the dinner hall, Levi heard Lucifer ask mc to go get Levi out of her room for dinner. Just before she could reach the handel, she heard mc yell “Ofcourse!!”. mc let out a giggle and Levi is totally not blushing about it. Then, in a sing-songy tune, mc said: “Off to go get levi, my skrunkly, my babygirl!!” 

Panic. What. 'Skrunkly'?

Levi knows what it means. Ofcourse she does. 

She has so many skrunkly’s herself. 

But to be a skrunkly? This was new

And especially to mc??? Levi’s head is in the clouds

Does she really mean that much to mc? Skrunkly is a pro-level status! Is her intimacy with mc already that high?!

(she skipped over the 'babygirl' part. It would be to much so take at once. Levi will actually die trying to process that)

Once mc opens the door, Levi is standing still in the hallway with a ten-mile grin on her face. I'm afraid you've broken her :). Only way to fix her again is to cuddle her and listen to all the blorbo thoughts she has about you!! 

Belphie (they/he):

Once again Belphie seems to have fallen asleep in a rather uncommon place. Today it's under one of the desks in the school library. The floor here isn’t too bad, 6/10. After about half an hour of peaceful rest, they were awoken by the one voice that could do that consistently. Mc. Apparently mc was also accompanied by a certain sorcerer. “C’mon Sol, you’ve got to spill!! I’m sure Asmo would love to indulge me about you guys’ relationship”. Belphie could practically hear your wink. He rolled his eyes, but didn’t hide his smile. “Enough mc, please. Why dont we talk about you, hhm? I’ve seen the way you and Belphie are together.”. Silence. Suddenly, mc responded. “OH MY GOD. You know, i’ve been like… dying to talk about them!! He’s so skrunkly!! My scrimblo!!”

Not what he expected at all. 

Not to familiar with the term, but has listened to enough of Levi’s rant to understand its a term of endearment. 

Embarrassed but very much not ungrateful.

Is so much more awake now!! 100% bonked their head on the underside of the desk.

Theyve always been one of the younger kids so they know what its like to be spoiled but hearing this from mc of all people makes them feel extra special. In a way theyve never even felt before

Will ask mc to call him that again in front of his siblings, just to be a little shit (he’s to embarresed to admit he really fucking likes it. It’s so silly!!)

If Belphie ever decides to take their relationship with mc to the next level, they will not except any other term than ‘my skrunkly’. Say goodbye to ‘boyfriend’ ‘partner’ and even just ‘belphie’, they will not respond until you call them your skrinblo.

#skrunkly scrimblo skrongly skring #dont hate on the pronouns >:/ #levis my gf and i love her idc #i always notice how my headcanons get longer after the first one and it makes me feel so guilty for levi bc she deserves so much more.... #... but editing and adding to an excisting piece is so much harder than writing a new one. argh #obey me #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me headcanons #my work #sillyposting #yay #btw this is not proofread + its 12 am + i cant sleep so consider those they might have an affect on how well this was writen #idk if i wanna do the other brothers maybe asmo and beel #maybe simeon but he just wouldnt understand so thatd be boring maybe... #idk #snoozin time ig #OH also if someone wants to do a beta-reader thingie where we read eachothers works dm me please =w=bb ik this is really not noticable... #.... ill make a big post someday but thats also scary #=w=b

[fiovske]

character sheet of Finn, a fragmented bird on the lookout for entire pieces of aer that's missing.

#and so much of the missing pieces.. is a person not a thing #dnd 5e #radiant citadel #dnd art #dungeons and dragons #character sheet #character art #i enjoy drawing aer so much #ae are my little skrunkly #reader can u tell i might just love drawing armour #i already have a wip from the happenings of last session will finish that later #have aer to hold for now <3 #fiovske draws #ch: finn

[l0reenthusiast]

~A Birthday to Remember~

I've decided that I will write this for Venti and all of my top 10 characters when it's their birthday

yes yes i know i'm a day late shhhhh

Venti x Gn!Reader

Word count- 1,155

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"Can you take your hands off of my eyes yet? Please?"

"Not yet Venti! Be patient!" You said with a chuckle, covering your best friend's eyes with your hands. Today was his birthday, and you wanted to surprise him! Sure, you've done this countless times since you're the leader of the Four Winds, but you think a birthday should be memorable no matter what! "Okay, and... here you go!" You exclaimed, taking your hands off of his eyes, a smile appearing on your friend's face.

"Aww Y/N, you really did this for me?" Venti spoke, a blush appearing on his face as the teal tips of his braids glowed under the starlight sky. Before the both of you was Dvalin, and beneath him a picnic blanket laid out with apple cake, plates, forks, two wine glasses and a knife to cut the cake. Neither of you exactly knew how, but you had always managed to do something different for Venti's birthday every year, you don't know why after all this time you had never thought of a something as simple as this though.

"Well duh! You're my best friend! Now come on, I didn't have the Traveller spend a week teaching me how to make this cake for us to not eat it!" You spoke, taking his hand and sitting down on the red and white checkered blanket. "Oh! Before I forget..." You spoke, happily walking over to the giant dragon that lay on the ground with you, lifting up one of his wings to reveal a pale foam green box with a white ribbon to seal it and a bouquet Cecilias. "Here you go, picked these myself." You said, sitting back down and handing him the gifts. "Hope you like it."

The bard looked at your gifts in excitement, gently placing down the Cecilias, taking the box in both hands and removing the ribbon. You grinned, blushing as he laughed and pulled some vintage bottles of Dandelion Wine from the box. Venti turned to you, a look of shock and happiness present on his face.

"How did you even afford this Y/N? these look awfully expensive." he questioned, turning to you.

"Oh, I just saved up for a while using the Mora we get from performing in Mondsta-"

"You broke into Dawn Winery, didn't you?"

"Yup. Kaeya's the only reason I didn't get caught." The green clad bard burst into laughter at your response, you yourself joining in right after him. You both had broken in and gotten out of Dawn Winery a few times successfully with the Cavalry Captain's help on only one other occasion for Rosaria's birthday. "Here, let me open one for you." You said in between laughs. You reached into your pocket and pulled a winged corkscrew to take the cork out of the bottle. You then grabbed Venti's glass and poured him some of the wine, pouring yourself some as he took a drink of the refreshing liquid. After you finished, you took a knife and a fork and cut a slice of the cake for your friend, then one for yourself.

"You really don't have to do things like this for me, you know. Besides, I really don't think my birthday is important with how old we both are." He spoke, his mouth full of the Apple Cake that you made.

"I know, I know, you tell me this every year. I still want to though, why would I want to let my best friend's birthday go uncelebrated? Even if he's well over 2,000 years old." A small part of you hurt at calling him your 'best friend'. Truth be told, you've been in love with him for quite some time now, and you've been far too afraid to say anything. You went to take a sip of the wine, but before you could, Dvalin roared, sending himself into the air as he had found a wind current. "Oh shit, Dvalin don't break it!" You shouted, spitting out the wine and hurriedly running over to where the record player you had asked Jean to borrow was thrown into the air. You stumbled backwards a bit as you caught it, sighing with relief. You hadn't realized that Venti chased after you until he put your hand on your shoulder, making you whip your head around to face him.

"You alright?" He questioned, his attention caught between you and the record player.

"I'm alright. I just asked Jean if I could borrow this today, and it would've sucked if it broke. And I know that we perform in Mondstadt all the time, but we haven't danced by ourselves for a while. Soo, I thought it'd be nice to do that." You muttered, placing the record player down and fidgeting with your hands while avoiding eye contact with the smiling bard.

"Of course, I'd dance with you any time! Here, let me turn it on." Venti spoke enthusiastically, kneeling down and turning on the record player. "Here, take my hand." You slowly made eye contact with your friend, taking his hand sheepishly with a smile. With his right hand on your waist, your left hand on his shoulder, and your right hand intertwining with his left, the music began to play.

For the thousands of years you've been with Venti, the moments where you would be dancing with him would always be your favorite. Sure, you liked dancing to his songs in Mondstadt, and especially in Angel's share, but you always did prefer this. You often lost yourself in the moment, your eyes admiring his features, drowning the sound around you out. Even now, you still couldn't break the habit. A gentle smile crossed your face as the sound of your footsteps slowly faded out. The way his eyes seemed to always glow when you would dance at night. The way his hair, braided or not, swayed beautifully with every motion. His oh, so gorgeous smile that his lips formed each and every time you had these moments. Your love for him grew with every moment, and you were convinced that one day it would all pour out like a flood. You would be right, as before you could even stop yourself the words flew out of your mouth;

"I love you, Venti."

On cue, the two of you stopped dancing, a look of pure shock on Venti's face as you quickly let go of him. You clasped your hands over your mouth as Venti stood still, pink completely dusting his cheeks. Meanwhile, regret filled your entire body as you took your hands away from your mouth, lowering them for a moment. "I'm sor-" You tried to say but you were quickly cut off as Venti took your hands in his, crashing your lips together. Small tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he broke the kiss, smiled and said;

"I love you too."

#venti x reader #barbatos x reader #genshin impact #confession #reader confesses first #happy birthday venti #venti fanfic #i forgot to post this last night #i got caught up in playing bed wars im sorry #i had dandelions on fucking repeat while writing this #this man has me in a chokehold #i just wanna kiss him and not let go of him ya know? #the skrunkly

[celamoon]

#I just realized that like I've written 16 ko/reader fics #shut up cressie no one cares- #i am kind of drunk rn but I think I deserve a medal for it #/j for a lot of reasons #all of this is a /j I love writing for that skrunkly mentally ill individual

[glimmeringtwilight]

Well good morning fellow dottore simps

#gt rambles #i'm glad people are enjoying those bc as I was writing them I was like ''these are not going to do numbers'' #kinda figured it was too fucked up tbh #don't get me wrong i've read and written worse #i just thought less people would enjoy it bc it toes the line of ''reader-insert death'' #anyway. i'm still going to write for skrunkly comic dottore because i've liked him for a While. Not just bc of the redesign gkdjfkdkd #and he's Worse!