#so this pretty short break is just like a recharge!

[railingsofsorrow]

Recharging. . .

[spencer reid x reader]

summary: spencer's best remedy is his little family.

pairing: s.reid x f!reader (+ eden reid!)

w.c: 3.8K

warnings/content: fluff; cuteness overload; children; spencer is a girl's dad; discussion of a case; mentions of death and traumatic events; this is basically a hurt/comfort blurb; mentions of pregnancy; mentions of marriage; crying.

A/N: is anybody in need of some fluff? this was supposed to be a short drabble.... enjoy this old WIP as I finish some of my requests.

loosely inspired by ocie elliott's take me home

want to read more works about this au?

→ day-off

━━━━━━━━━━━━

You stopped the low humming to the song as you eyed the rearview mirror to check on your kid. The familiar scratching against your seat warning you she was awake.

“Hey bub,” you take advantage of the red traffic light to dive your hand back and tickle her bare feet. She'd always kick off her shoes the first chance she got. Your favorite sound echoes through the car: her giggle. “You were just napping, where'd that energy come from?” you refer again to the tip of her feet bumping against your car seat. Another reminder that she was getting bigger every day.

Eden raised her arms, wriggling her little fingers like she did when she was excited for something. You were pretty sure she got that from Penelope, you always saw they do this whenever she came over to your place.

“We're visiting daddy!”

A laugh bubbles out of you. Eden left you amazed by her perception of things. Although the route from your apartment to the BAU wasn't that strange for her anymore, given that you and Spencer drove a lot to drop each other off with her in the car.

“Are we?” You turn on an avenue, humming. “I didn't notice.”

Eden looks at you through the rearview mirror, “but you're driving, mommy. You need the GPS. It's in your head.”

“Is it?” You're amused at your toddler's choice of words. “Okay. Yes, we're visiting daddy at work. We've come to pick him up because he's very tired from a case and it's not good to drive while you're tired, right?”

“Right!” She nods vehemently, craning her neck to check on the view through the window. “And he needs me to recharge his bats.”

You finish parking your car and a smile curls up the edges of your mouth. Eden can't say the word batteries so she shortened it to an easier version which is bats. You still have to teach her what the word actually means.

“That's right,” you say, taking off your seatbelt and opening the door. By the time you reach the backseat, Eden is grinning like the Cheshire cat. Her excitement never ceases to rub off on you, even though you enter this building most of the days in a week. “Hi, baby.” You cooed, welcoming your child in your arms after unbuckling her seatbelt. Her light brown curls that you have no idea who she got it from tickle the side of your face as she snuggles to your chest to stare at the tall FBI building.

“Shoes on. Coat on. All warmed up. Shall we go up?”

An eager Eden exclaims a loud YES and that's enough for you to start walking.

From “Spencer”:

[6:34 p.m] No need to pick me up, angel, I can drive. I am not that tired.

[6:35 p.m] Is Eden still at your mom's? I can pick her up on the way.

This is the mutual feeling you have on workdays. Not in a million years you'd understand how hard it was to be away from your daughter for more than one day. Until it happened.

It makes your heart break when you're not able to tuck her into bed or pick her up at school to see her excited little legs run towards you. In spite of the fact that Spencer and you manage well to alternate days at work so she always has one of you close by, it's difficult to not see her every day when a case takes either one of you out of the city.

You can only image how much he misses her after being away for four days.

You left the messages unanswered and click on another chat instead. Light of my life with a bunch of hearts is the one you're looking for. Penelope somehow stole your phone someday and changed her contact name to this; you never changed it back, just left as it was, it suits her anyway.

“Smile.” You request Eden as you lift your phone to take a selfie of the two of you. Her grin exposes her two missing front teeth. “Done.” You kiss her cheek and adjust her in your hold to type another text, waiting for the elevator to reach your desired floor.

To “Light of my life 💗❤️💕”

[6:38 p.m] incoming at five... four... three...

You hit send right as the elevator doors spread open.

Just as you step into the bullpen, it's as if a switch has flipped because your daughter promptly tucks her face into the croak of your neck, her cold nose making your shiver slightly. Her hands clinging onto your blouse.

Eden gets shy under watchful eyes, no matter how many times she visits the BAU.

Penelope is walking briskly out of her office, her hands wriggling into your direction as she catches sight of you and the bundle in your arms. Every eye in the bullpen turns to you because of the commotion.

You haven't seen your husband yet.

“There is pumpkin!” That's the reason that pulls Eden out of her shell. She practically throws herself out of your arms and into her favourite aunt's arms. “Oh, hello, hello, my beautiful niece, whom I have missed so much!”

Eden is giggling and you can't help but smile softly at the scene. Soon, your friends start approaching one by one. It doesn't take long for Eden to have at least two new toys in her hands. Emily and Derek are competing which one she likes best.

“She's so big.” JJ entwines her arm with yours.

You sigh, leaning closer to her, “Yes, she is.” You say, observing Eden play with Emily. “Henry as well! How is he by the way? We haven't had a playdate in so long.”

JJ nods, “He's great, my sweet boy.” Her eyes hold a fondness that you relate. “And that's true. We have to set up a date, catch up on things that aren't murders and blood.”

“Preach, Jayge.”

Your laughter dies down when the two people missing from the group appear. Your eyes met Spencer's and his whole body seems to relax as if it physically pained him to stand and seeing you just helped him take a breath of fresh air. Luke greeted you with a side hug and was immediately captured by Eden's endearing spell, as expected. Although, once Spencer entered her line of sight, no one else mattered.

Spencer let his satchel drop to the ground without a care so he could scoop Eden up as she jumped into his arms. His sullen demeanor converting into a cheerful one in a blink of an eye. This is what Eden means by “recharging”.

You watch the reunion with a growing smile, deciding to approach them a little later.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Spencer says while peppering kisses at her cheek, her little nose and her forehead. Eden could only reply with giggles as her whole face became red at the overwhelming love she's receiving. “Daddy missed you so much, did you know that?” And the crack in his voice goes unnoticed by her, but not by you, so you take advantage of everyone's distraction to step towards your little family.

Eden is giving her dad a butterfly kiss when you get to them. That's her way of saying I missed you to any of you when you come back home.

“Hey,” you squeeze his arm in a gentle touch, grabbing his attention. “Tough one?” your question is discreet, only meant for him. Eden is fortunately too busy with her new stuffed toy that Derek is showing her to notice anything else.

The dimmed spark in Spencer's eyes along with the red outline of his eyelids are everything you need to know. You don't need words — you never needed words to understand Spencer — but he provides you a meek yeah and swallows hard. The only thing that seems to be holding him back from crumbling down is the fact that he's holding his daughter.

In an attempt of comfort, you pull his free hand to yours, intertwining your fingers and giving it a tight squeeze. Just for him to know that you were there and it's okay now.

He repeats the action, the corner of his lips pulling slightly. His attention is quickly stolen back to Eden, who starts listing possible names to the new friends that uncle Derek and auntie Emily had gifted her.

They discuss the matter until you bid everyone goodbye, a playdate, a babysitting afternoon and a girls night out scheduled. Trying to take Eden from Spencer was foolish, he didn't want to let her go. No matter how tired he was. Better yet, she didn't want to let him go either.

“I think grapes would be a great name, E.” Spencer praises her daughter's naming skills as he buckled her up in the safety seat. “What about this one?” He grabs the green bunny and places it in front of his face, his voice in a high-pitched tone to imitate an animal's voice. “What will you name me after, miss Eden Reid? I am green and I like carrots!”

Eden's bright caramel eyes glint with joy and she pulls the bunny to her chest, holding it tightly. “I know what I'm going to call them.”

“You do?” You were starting to be curious as well.

“Mr. Greenie.”

“You're so clever.” Spencer and Eden shared accomplice smiles and you see everything of him in her at that single action. It was in the nose scrunch whenever she found something particularly funny, in the spark of mischief in her eyes and even the outline of her mouth which you never stopped noticing from the moment she was born. Eden carried a lot of mannerisms and features from you but those things? They definitely came from him.

He's not even halfway to the driver's side when you steal the keys that he had stolen from you when you were in the building. You've known each other for ten years, for three out of those ten you have been married and Spencer still thinks he can be slick with you.

“You're riding shotgun today, pretty boy.”

His eyes are filled with amusement as you walk by and give his butt a soft squeeze.

“Really?” He says, leaning on your window. You had already turned the engine on when you give him a serious look. “It's a long drive. You already drove all the way here.”

Giving him an eyeroll, you muse, “It's not that long, Spence. And you're tired. Just get in.”

Quantico wasn't far from your home, but ten minutes in the road was enough to send Eden to dreamland. You were certain she had fallen asleep when her humming to Angeleyes, that was playing on the car radio, stopped.

You suppose Spencer has fallen asleep as well, until you stole a glimpse at him during a red light to see he was just staring out the window. A far away gaze.

His mind was far. You could feel that. You two enjoy the silence but it's not like that. This is not the kind of silence you want to bask in after a tiring day of work. No, this is different. It comes with the type of things you face at work, the voices in your head that claim they know what's best.

You know that silence. You've drowned in it once.

A gentle breeze caused a few strands to slip out behind his ear. He was letting his hair grow longer again. You liked it, it suited him.

“Hey.”

Your knuckles grazed his cheek softly, tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear. Your hand lingered at the nape of his neck and he let out a sigh, leaning back in a way that you knew he needed that kind of touch.

Good thing your love language is physical touch.

“You want to talk to me about it?” A whisper.

Spencer refrained from a verbal answer, but he reached up for your hand, lifting it to his lips to place a prolonged kiss which translated to I'm glad to have you.

“Not now,” he said, caressing your palm. Definitely later then. Your communication can be non-verbal sometimes and that's one of the great parts of your relationship. You knew that some days words were hard, so the touch and the eyes fulfilled the void of a voice.

He gave it a delicate squeeze and that's when you realized the light had turned green, so your attention was back to driving.

At some point, you could feel a comforting weight at your right thigh. It was the familiar warmth of Spencer's hand, something that he liked to do whenever you drove. Good thing his love language is physical touch.

“I got her.” He practically leaped out of the vehicle once you parked, walking around the other side to get Eden.

Your asleep child didn't so much as flinch while being picked up. You caught her little arms embracing his neck as you locked the doors of your car, her shoes on your hand and Spencer's satchel on another. He tried to fight you on that but you just ignored him.

“Sleepy head,” you mouth to him as the elevator went up. Eden's big eyelashes fluttered lightly when you kissed the top of her head.

The corner of your husband's lips quirked up, “Just like her mother. Sleeps anywhere.” He said, not breaking eye contact, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Rolling your eyes, you hummed, “Don't know what you're talking about.”

The apartment was quiet, an unusual occurrence at this time of the day. Normally, Eden would be rambling about her day when one of you arrived from work — I learnt about seagulls today and we made a drawing; grandma made cookies!; Teacher Susan read a story about a princess saving her kingdom, I want to be like her someday. Isn't it like what you do, mama? I want to be like you — a range of subjects mixed with her occasional endless energy of a child. Some nights, she wouldn't stop running around until she tired herself — and both of you — off.

Today was different. She was asleep before you even arrived home, it was way before 8 p.m and the apartment was quiet, no toys scattered around, no ink stain on the floor. She was into painting nowadays which is a rather messy hobby for a kid, but you'd indulge your daughter's wishes anytime. She is a kid, she should be messy.

“I love you, bub.” Your ears pick up Spencer's faint voice from the entrance of Eden's bedroom. You perched up at the wall, careful enough to make yourself unknown. Not wanting to disturb the little father-daughter moment. “I'll always be here.”

That was something that didn't need to be said out loud because Spencer showed that every day. He didn't spare love demonstrations regarding you or Eden, he never had. Although you know part of the reason beneath that promise. Some people haunt us forever, even when they are no longer present in our lives. His father still walks somewhere in the corner of his mind, no matter how many times you tell him that he is not him.

“Is the whole bathroom drenched or...?”

Spencer chuckled, seeking for your hand to pull you closer as you stride to your bedroom.

“It wouldn't be Eden if she didn't make an entire spectacle during bath time.” He said. “But I cleaned it up, so don't worry.”

“That's true.” You eye his soaked shirt attempting to contain a smile. “Guess you already took your shower?”

“You're so funny,” Spencer murmurs dryly.

“Yeah, well,” you shrug nonchalantly, slowly encircling your arms around his neck. “Wasn't that why you married me? Or was it for my good looks? Nah, it was definitely my terrific sense of humour, wasn't it?” A peck on his lips. “You can admit it. I won't be mad.”

“Ego the size of a lake, that one.” He mumbles, burying his face in the croak of your neck and practically locked you in his hold.

You started to message on his shoulders to ease whatever felt heavy in his chest. At least, until he let you in.

It wasn't until after you both showered separately to finally call it a day and laid down to rest that he broke his silence.

“A little girl died. We couldn't get to her in time.”

Oh, kids.

Now it all made sense.

A shiver went down your spine at the thought.

“Oh, Spencer...” if the tone of your voice translated anything, it was that you understood. His body was entangled to yours when you tried to diminish a bit of his pain by showing that you were there. “I'm sorry, sweetheart,” you said into his curls. The moist sensation in your pajamas top let you know he was crying, but you didn't give it a second thought. It was what he needed.

“I could only think of her and I—” he said shakily, suddenly leaning away to cover his face. “Any rational thinking went down the drain.” His croaked out, drying his tears in the harshest way possible. You pulled his hands away from his face, replacing it with your softer touch.

“Spencer.”

“I can't even— even grasp my head around—”

You cut him off, “good. Don't do that. Because it's not real. Spencer,” you cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at you so he could focus on something that wasn't the disruptives thoughts in his head. “Eden is here, in the room next to ours, safe and sound.” That seemed to calm him down lightly, but you could see the conflict in his gaze.

“I wasn't fast enough.”

“It was not your fault.”

“You weren't there.”

You sigh, “I don't need to physically be there to know that you, as well as the team, did your best to crack the case, Spencer. As you do in every other case we have.” The hardest part of this job was still the loss that you had to live with. The guilt. The shame that, despite doing your best, you wouldn't be able to save everyone. “As we always do.” Sometimes, you needed some convincing too.

“I know it's hard to believe what I'm saying,” you forehead was touching his and your eyes were shut. “but it's the truth. You have every reason to feel that way, it never gets easy to face what we face every day. But, Spencer. It was not your fault. You did what you could, please trust me on this, okay?” Please, don't blame yourself. You don't deserve it.

“Our little girl is right next door, sleeping with her favourite plushie. Safe. Because we make sure of that every single day.” You know it's not that simple, to not doubt the dangers that run in the world, probably in your street, but you can't live in fear and you don't want your daughter to live in fear either. “And I'm right here. we're not going anywhere.” You won't lose us.

“Yeah,” he croaks out, releasing a batted breath. “Yeah, I know.”

Slipping an arm around your middle to bring you closer was the indication you needed to understand that he was hearing your words. Your husband settled for accepting your warmth for the time being, you were playing with his curls, gently brushing them away from his face.

That's all he needed, really. You. The home and family you have build together. Nothing else.

“You know,” you say, thumb traveling across his jawline until it reached the tip of his nose. “People keep saying she has your nose and I think I'm starting to see it.”

His body shook with laughter, causing his eyes to crinkle slightly.

“Oh, really? You're starting to see it now?”

Your lips curled up at the edges, “Yes.” You lied, poking his ribs, earning a glare. Your smile only widened. “No. The nose is clearly yours.” He raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

Spencer leaned close enough so he could press his lips to yours.

“She has the outline of your mouth, though.” He tucked a strand behind your ear. “And your eyes.”

Soft padding against the floor pulled you out of your trance and you knew who was at the door before looking through the open space of the door that's been left ajar.

“Is that a ghost that I'm seeing, angel?”

You decided to enter Spencer's playful undertone.

“Mhm. Good question, I think that's definitely a squirrel or something. Look at the red and yellow paws.”

Eden's mismatched socks flashed your eyes in the dim light of your side table lamp. Her soft giggling made you smile instantly.

“What are you doing up, sweetheart?” She curled up to his bare chest as soon as he scooped her up to hold her on his hip. “Mhm?”

She grabbed both of his cheeks, forcing him to lean down so she could say something to him. You observed them with a curious gaze. “It's not a squirrel,” Eden whispered. Spencer's face broke out into a grin, “tell mama it's me.” Spencer nodded and dutifully did as asked.

“Oh!” You exclaimed, acting surprised. “It's you, bub? With these tiny socked feet, I almost didn't recognize.” Eden's shrieks as you pepper her whole face with kisses. “You want to sleep with mommy and daddy tonight?” It's your turn to whisper as if it's a secret, but it's loud enough for Spencer to hear it as well.

Eden nods shyly, resting her head on her dad's shoulder. Her feet wriggling lightly. Who could ever resist those sweet doe eyes?

The three of you then lay down in your bed, Eden engulfed between Spencer and you. Hopefully, she wouldn't kick and turn all night like she commonly did. She was sleeping through the entire night alone in her bedroom, though some nights — like today — she would sneak in to yours.

Just like you expected, the toddler fell into dreamland with your soft chatter about random things you did during the day and what you needed to do during the upcoming week. You cracked a smile at her slight parted lips and wild curls dispersed on your arm which her head was laid on.

“Thank you.”

Your attention drifts from a sleeping Eden to Spencer. His eyes carried their usual light again. They now glinted with a familiar pride rather than the heavy darkness it was drowning in earlier in the evening.

“What for?” Your whole demeanor softened at the way he was looking at you, heart swelling with love.

“This,” he says, eyes falling on Eden. “For this. Her. You.”

You blink, the sudden urge to cry is being hold back by a thread. You don't know how to react.

“You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.” And he's said that before. When you first confessed and he said he felt the same. In your wedding day. When Eden was born.

“And you are the best thing that's ever happened to me, Spencer.” You manage to whisper beneath the crack in your voice. He lifts his torso to kiss both of the single tears that slipped out of your eyelids, caressing your cheek lovingly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, angel.” His mouth stretches into a soft grin. “And I love the life we have built.”

━━━━━━━━━━━━

taglist: @lilyviolets

━━━━━━━━━━━━

A/N: will never forgive the show for not making this man a dad.

#spencer reid fanfiction #reader insert #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fluff #thinking of making this a series #spencer reid one shot #criminal minds imagine

[stargirl-int3rlud3]

𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬.

monkey d. luffy x fem! reader

🗯 ! swearing, old man being gross, kicking ass, sexualizing, injuries, luffy being a cutie pie per usual !

synopsis; luffy notices a girl being hit on by a creepy old man and informs his crew of the occurrence as he goes to try to break up the interaction. unbeknownst to luffy, she can handle herself. — ♡ ᵎᵎ

You had walked into an establishment hoping for a nice meal and something to quench your thirst. After days of the beating sun on your skin your body needed rest to recharge. The place looks nice enough and to be fair it was. a blonde waiter took your order, of course he was clearly flirting with you but you took it more as a compliment as he told you how beautiful your hair was. You had no idea letting one person harmless flirt with you would lead to this.

A much older looking man approaches you as you're enjoying your meal.

With a smirk on his face he says, "Nice ass, young lady"

The vulgar use of language caught you off guard as you choke on your food for a split second.

"Excuse me?" You ask in a squeaky voice.

"You heard me, nice ass" He chuckles loudly, gaining unnecessary attention towards you two.

He seats himself next to you, far too close for comfort. This makes you scoot away from him. A frown flashes on his face as he grabs the legs of your chair, moving you even closer to him than before. You could feel his god awful breath on your skin and you swear you could vomit right now.

Luffy watches the whole thing go down and for the second time in his life, he isn't hungry anymore as he witnesses the old man attempt to grope and grab at you. Luffy thought you were a pretty girl and he knew that you didn't deserve to be treated that way. He tells his crew that about the situation. Before Luffy can step any closer the old man flies across the room into another table.

The aggravation in your eyes was more than obvious as your leg was stuck out from kicking the man. A small group of men race towards you as you roll your eyes. All you had wanted was a meal and drink, apparently that was too much to ask for.

You take out two of the men with a kick to the face from your leg. You flip backwards, your palms on a table, shooting your heeled boots into another guy's face. You grab hold of a chair smashing into a guys face, you use it to boost yourself into the air, you flew in the air like an angel. Landing gracefully back onto flat ground you dust your hands off with a satisfied smile. A guy perks back up causing you elbow to him in the face making him fall back down.

You take your leave, setting money down on the table of your empty dishes. However, you weren't able to get far before Luffy approaches you.

"Hey!"

You swivel around to be met with a Brazillian boy with dark chocolate hair and eyes to match well with his honey skin. He has a wide smile across your face.

"Yes?" You respond.

"That was so cool! Would you like to be apart of my pirate crew!" He asks with a cute smile, a group of people follow behind him.

Looking at them and then back to his beautiful eyes that wait for your response, you smile, "Sure! Why not!"

As if you had just hung the stars for the boy, he looks at you and somehow his smile grows wider than ever. He jumps up punching the air, letting out a loud laugh before his feet hit the ground once more.

You can't help but giggle at his cute mannerisms.

☆ | kind of short, but i had the urge to write for my cutie patootie luffy!!

#luv₊˚꒰🩰꒱‧ #opla #one piece live action #one piece #monkey d luffy #monkey d luffy x reader #luffy x reader #opla luffy x reader #one piece x reader #opla x you #opla luffy

[azulsluver]

haunted house au??!! Is that a new event coming up? Will it relate to the last chapter 👀👀

Originally, bunch of ghouls who haunted this old house/apartment or whatever. I wasn't paying a lot of attention to that au but realizing the Halloween event was perfect for starters. For those who read the event then it would make sense of how the characters came to be in the world MC lives in.

Here are the basics of how they accustomed to their new life.

tw: yandere, ghost!twst, mentions of attempted suicide, obsessive/possessive behavior, mentions of gore-ish fantasies and acts, nudity (non-sexual), they watch you sleep every night.

Your apartment is small. With them all inside as ghosts they can physically interact with each other so it gets pretty cramped. They’re attached to you, literally, they aren’t able to leave the place they’re in unless you track down Crowley or COUGH COUGH the man who owned the store. Also moving places since it is “haunted house”, will lead to them following along.

-What did he do to deserve this? To be transferred into a world with no magic, and to be a ghost again! He can't physically touch you or use any sort of magic to collar you, it's a nightmare for Riddle when you break some of the (unknown) rules.

-To keep it short, Riddle is a noxious ghost to have around. He practically breaths down your neck for everything you do. You'll mostly see Riddle inside your bedroom, along with many others who are trying to get comfortable. Besides the bedroom, Riddle is one of the many ghosts who will volunteer to go along with you for your errands. That is if people like Ace or Floyd who always wanna tag with you.

-The second person to be leaning over your shoulder is Trey, he’s more than curious of your everyday life. What type of shampoo you wear, lotion or perfume that reminds him of you. He’s not a nauseous but you’d wish he’d leave you alone as well. The veil covering his face burns into your mind of the people he tore so easily, no matter how much he smiles sweetly at you.

-Like clingy dogs, Deuce is nearly always on you. Be it a hug, hand holding, or trapping you in his arms, he can’t stand the thought of separation now that you’re here and alive. Second clingy dog; Cater. He’s so fascinated by everything and you, often times teasing Deuce to not hoard you all for himself. Cater does bother you as much as Deuce does, his odd fixation on you is unknown and sometimes freaks even Ace out. But Cater thinks it’s adorable, funny even.

-Nobody really eats anything. They don’t have the stomach in your world to actually enjoy cuisines like you.

-Ruggie and Ace are always pulling pranks on you, inside your safe haven has been stripped from you completely. Where privacy privileges are nonexistent as the ghosts free roaming in your home. You’re always on edge with these psychopaths who have no problem using your fear to their advantage.

-None aren’t as kind as Silver however, but he doesn’t bring you much comfort. When everyone feels no guilt of killing the innocent, Silver is nothing but human to you as he shared a deep meaningful conversation with you during the late night. Times where you couldn’t sleep and he just so happens to be awake there for you.

-Speaking of clingy, Leona, Rook, Jack, Kalim, Floyd, AND Malleus are there to make your mental sanity DROP. With their weird confessions and obsession of wanting to cut you open and eat you is bad enough. Their touches burn like hell. Oh will somebody solve the problem of these big mean demons….

-The shop is your solution. With the shop owner spewing nonsense into your ear, hope drains when you catch upon the fact ghosts like them will stay until your time has been served.

-Like death themselves, until you can no longer breath will you be free, not unless one of them manages to snag your soul into their realm.

-However, there is a part-time solution if you wish to have peace and quiet. A sacred scroll that mostly works like a phone seeing how it needs to recharge energy to work; as it is unbreakable, it’s used to ward off evil spirits for a whole week before falling into a deep recharge for a month.

-Was it a scam, maybe, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

-Now there are some who aren’t as obnoxious as the rest, that being Vil, Jamil, Trey, Azul, Jade, Lilia, and Silver. With your space being respected if asked, they’re more curious about your world. Not being obnoxious doesn’t mean they aren’t playful, often making comments on how you’re gonna die. What position, what days, places, all the scenarios that feeds into your brain like scratching chalkboards.

-What should be dreaded most is sleeping hours. The touches are faint and almost weak, something that had to do with your current situation and mood. As your drowsy figure stumbles into bed, somehow they too become more docile and quiet. That sounds good but it’s the fact they don’t sleep. Instead now that you’re state is dreaming off they can’t really interact with anything else. Other than watching you in a single room. Their touch is haunting.

-No one can see them, other than you and Grim. With you and your fat little feline friend have to deal with losers like these. Sadly, Grim can’t do much as no physical contact works, much to Idia’s pleasure.

-Absolutely no one likes any of your friends coming over. Surprisingly even Sebek is possessive over you. They’d glare so hard it makes you pass out from fear they might cause actual harm. As they can’t be seen doesn’t mean the force of their wrath will.

-Having friends over is not a good idea. But leaving home doesn’t get rid of their pissy attitudes. As spirits have strong emotions and auras; leaving you feeling sick and lightheaded by their constant bickering.

-Settling for agreements are tough, people like Azul and Vil have no problem with that. In fact they were one of the many to ask before doing things. You recognize Azul as the one who attempted to drown you, as Floyd dose nothing but babble about how much he cried and how he whines it hurts. Azul and Vil someone….respect you in a way? You certainly aren’t seen as equal but from everything that’s happened to you? A pat on the back is all you’re given.

-Get use to nudity. They sure are but they’ll still be dicks about it: Ace, Sebek, Jamil, Leona, Lilia, Floyd.

-More about their physical touches. It can cause a lot of harm to your body. Leaving marks and evidence of their abuse. Depending on your circumstances it can hurt as bad as getting your nails ripped out, they aren’t able to dig their fingers into your flesh to the point of slicing limb to limb.

-That has something to do with life and deaths they aren’t allowed to kill you ad your are bounded to the book. Serving the years of unknown disasters (murder, accidents, etc…but any attempt of self harm brings agony until you are waking up with their faces hovering above you.) or old age

-Rook makes most of your situations worse somehow. He’s always teasing the others for stupid reason. He wants to sit with you when Leona has a arm slumped over your shoulder on the couch. Invading your personal space in from of Malleus when engaging (not so willingly) conversations. Asking stupid questions like; do you prefer waking up to me or blah blah when you awake from your slumber.

-“Neither.”

-They don’t seem very useful other than bothering you whenever you come back home. The problem is how small room there is, and they complain about it a lot as well.

-Luckily for you they aren’t completely useless nor do their powers; it’s still pretty weak and does little. Malleus is ancient, his power weakens him if used, but he’ll use it for your advantage. Good luck.

-That’s the power, yep. Only key holders contain powerful magic as they did back in their world.

-Technically Malleus has the power to bring good and bad luck. Depends on how silly he’s feeling. Cue the blackish grey skies with green thunder causing crashes outside.

-Riddle’s power does more harm to others however, like his usual unique magic, and the reason why you don’t bring anyone over/ victims are forced to experience a choking hazard, one that’s not visible to touch or see.

-Leona can bring you golds and jewels, those are rare times if he ever thinks you deserve it. As I say when you have a whole drawer of them.

-Azul’s power allows him to create illusions, they are weak yet powerful on your still traumatized soul. When angered he’s petty enough to bring the faces or place of the events that happened in the book.

-Kalim is like a drug, his power is anything including smoke. Smoke that can make you sleep, intoxicate you, feel hunger or smell something like childhood.

-Vil is draining and giving. Having the ability to give or take your fatigues, when used more it can cause you to bleed from the nose and lead to hallucinations. It’s best to be on his good side if you ever feel the need for more enthusiasm energy.

-Idia can create skeletons to the living world. They don’t last long but are able to sedate and hold you. He doesn’t use them much as it quickly drains him. (Skeletons won’t be seen by others btw)

#yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #trey clover x reader #cater diamond x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #jack howl x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #kalim al asim x reader #jamil viper x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #rook hunt x reader #epel felmeir x reader #idia shroud x reader #ortho shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #twst silver x reader #haunted house!au

[yongislong]

back scratching + dreamies.

genre: fluff AAAAGH, suggestive? i can never tell lmao nonidol!dreamies

note: no cws just tooth rotting fluff, tysm for requesting anon! i hope you enjoy this... word vomit pfft. not proofread im studying GAHH

mark... adores it when you scratch his back. never knows how to ask for it though HAHA. melts every time you do it. especially likes it when you do it to him before bed or as a way to let him know that the sun has risen. its one of the moments in your relationship that is most intimate if that makes sense? he finds comfort in sitting in silence with you after a long day, as the scratching noises break through the silence in your shared room :")

renjun... is so ticklish. honestly prefers to do it to you but he cant help but curl into your side whenever you scratch his back even if he's practically convulsing under you from how much it tickles. will flat out ask you to do it, but he always needs to be in a specific mood since it doesn't happen often! usually asks for it on days where he's been hunched over his computer for a long time and his back is in more pain than usual

jeno... human cat fr. LOVES it when you do it especially if you have longer nails. he feels recharged and it always helps him fall asleep so fast. if you wear fake nails OH MY GOSH he will never ever stop asking you to rub his back, its become a nightly routine after the first time. he will do it to you sometimes but he always falls asleep so quickly that it bothers you pft, his dead weight lands on your back when its only been 10 minutes. likes it when you scratch his abdomen too. just likes feeling your nails rake over his soft skin

haechan... makes it a game LOL. has you write words on his back and he takes his turns trying to guess the phrase you wrote or guess the letters you're tracing. gets SO excited when he guesses right and pulls you in closer. asks for it without words. will always rest his body on your lap and you know that's your cue to get to scratching. the biggest content smile is plastered on his face, even in his sleep! likes it when you scratch closer towards the small of his back since thats where most of his pain is, or so he says lol

jaemin... so so so kind my babygirl. it kinda just happens. he's resting his head on your chest and his big broad shoulders are in perfect view, its kinda hard not to scratch his back esp when he sleeps with no shirt on. so tempting. his skin is so soft and he MELTSS. also likes to play games with you, especially one night when you traced a heart on his back and his pulse SOARED. makes it a point to grab your wrist and tuck your hand under his shirt or drape it along his bare shoulders whenever he wants it from you. also falls asleep really fast. ticklish around the waist OOP

chenle... wake him up with back scratches PLEASE. i feel like he ends up facing away from you during his sleep so in the morning, raking your fingers up and down his spine softly jolts him awake and its so cute. always acts like its his first time on earth when he wakes up btw LMAO. enjoys it so much. prefers if you use your finger tips because he gets itchy whenever you use your nails HAHA. he's so domestic though. he acts like an old man who's been with you for years. grumbles about how nice your fingers feel until his rant is cut short by his snoring

jisung... god he is so. that boy is a Child. truly the most genuinely nice and pure soul. if you were to ever scratch his back, i think you would feel how he would physically sink into the mattress or couch. has never had a partner before so is pretty timid about asking for back scratches but he really really enjoys them. always insists that he return the favor though! clings to you like a koala. makes it a point to make this a ritual since he finds such fun in it. helps him calm down on nights where his anxiety or nightmares are bad. can't help but get flustered every time you dip your palm under the collar of his shirt

#nct fluff #nct blurb #nct reactions #nct soft blurbs #nct soft hours #nct college au #nct icons #nct 127 fluff #nct dream headcanons #nct dream fluff #renjun fluff #jeno fluff #mark lee fluff #mark fluff #jaemin fluff #haechan fluff #donghyuck fluff #jisung fluff #chenle fluff #7dream #nct headcannons #nct dream reactions #nct reader insert #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #nct 127 x reader #7dream fluff #nct dream comfort #nct dream college au #nct dream fic

[the-s1lly-corner]

C, I, K, L Q and Z for Jax plz? 👀

Fluff Alphabet w/ Jax! (1)

as of writing this i only have this request and one more!! i didnt think i would be able to catch up them all when i woke up this morning, but ive been killin it today i guess! yahoo! Im still taking requests but after this and the next ill take another short break to stretch my legs and recharge my brain !!

CUDDLING- if you read the caine alphabet, i believe i mention that caine would wrap his arms and legs around you and trap you (at least i did, im p sure i did but im too tired to check)

well, jax does that to you, pretty much, but hes a lot more stubborn about letting you go and wants to see you squirm and fight for your freedom... so good luck if you had anything planned that day...! he looks like he would be soft, both because bunmy... but also like, stylistically he looks like he would be squishy.. pretty pleasant to cuddle in to!

IN HOUSE ADVENTURE- unless the adventure gives him some ammo and/or way to be a menace to others, i think he just skips them. or if he does stick around he just. doesnt help, instead kind of just not doing anything.. now whether or not you and jax share similar traits is up to you, but if you needed help and asked nicely he would help you with something but otherwise youre on your own sister (gender neutral)

KISS- lots of kisses, especially if you get flustered easily. sure, you get a bit of a break from his antics but not by much... and if he can make you turn red from simply kissing your cheek hes going to exploit that.. speaking of, a lot of the kisses he gives are quick and fleeting, usually short pecks while hes walking by

LOVE LANGUAGE- little harmless pranks that make you do a double take or mildly confuse you are how he shows his love. now this is different from his usual stuff, because what he does to you is like. he leaves you a note. aww hes telling you how cute he thinks you are..! you pull the note out and BOOM! theres now powder everywhere and the note says you're sweet (the powder, being sugar). shit like that. outside of that words of affirmations work for him to, giving and receiving.. gonna be real though, i think jax is one of the hardest characters for me to write for since hes an ass (no shade to everyone asking for him! i love a little challenge!)

QUIET TIME- does not like quiet calm moments, but thats because hes an enjoyer and bringer of chaos, so moments of true silence are very rare. but lets say you two both just sit down and just. exist. actually, ill do you one better and tie this into the cuddling segment, he would probably busy his hands with your hair or any accessory you have on you

ZZZ- assuming you guys can sleep if you so desired, and you somehow convince jax to sleep with you (i think he would be the type to need to be talked into it), he would steal all the blankets. and the pillows. regardless of if hes actually sleeping or not. if this were the real world, and you guys were normal people and you actually needed to sleep due to exhaustion he would ease up on you (if hes doing this while awake). most definitely the type to say something as youre trying to sleep

"first person protagonists in video games never blink" or something similar

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #jax x you #jax x reader #jax imagine

[pearlofthesirens]

How dating Gaz would be like(GN!reader):

sweetest boy, loves you with everything he's got

definitely makes you visit his family asap, would love to see your parents too. might as well become best friends with them

didn't want to let you know about his job at first, but he felt like lying to you wasn't nice either. knows that you will end up worrying so takes his time to plan how he would break the news

gives you kisses now and then. when you're waking up, when you're cooking, when you two are doing chores together, expect his lips smooching you any given moment

loves to lie on you and rest his head on your chest, listens to your heartbeat

will let you sit on his lap and hug him if he's working at home and can't give you attention

(for afab!readers) surprisingly knows when your period will come. stocks up on sanitary items and snacks if you're craving anything

loves going to the gym with you, will spot for you. after each exercise, he gives you small head pats for doing good

will whip up a recipe if you want him to cook for you, might as well be the most patient cook out of tf 141 besides Price.

once you two are comfortable, he will let you play with his hair and maybe try hairstyles? i feel like since his hair is really curly and short, the most he will let you do is put clips on(if you promise not to tug on them and pull a bunch right from the roots).

will feel extremely grateful if he catches you learning how to take care of his hair type. probably smiles like an idiot for the rest of the day and gives you surprise hugs.

if he sees you giving him extra attention when you're jealous, he would intentionally try to make you jelly more often just to feel your hands on him. expects you to kiss him directly in front of the person who's hitting on him.

knows how to recharge you when you're exhausted from a day out with your friends or family. will prepare a bath, wash your hair, pamper you all he can. also don't forget all the kisses he'll give you.

since he's a soldier, realistically i do not expect him to be not fucked up at all. i feel like there had been some incidents at his job that has bothered him but he doesn't talk about those in hopes that the bad memories would go away.

i feel like he's the type to opt for therapy more eagerly than the rest of tf 141. wants to be better for himself and for you.

arguing with him might get dirty if you two do not handle it maturely. might shout a little but apologizes immediately when he sees the hurt on your face. engulfs you in a hug and kisses you, repeatedly saying "I'm sorry." and "so sorry, love. i'm such an idiot."

will put a ring on it asap. i don't think he's the type to make a grand gesture when he asks you to marry him. it pretty much happens when you two are cuddling on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket with soft music playing in the bg accompanied by rain. he places the most tender kiss on your forehead before popping the question. "wouldn't it be nice if you and i were married?" "mm yeah." "we'll buy the ring next week then, the prettiest one for the loveliest person I've ever known." "Kyle, you're at it again." "you're mine now, love."

doesn't really fancy any kids of his own. just wants to spend his sweet time with you after retiring, might travel a lot. will adopt a kid or two if you want to.

overall, such a nice boyfriend, even better husband. loves you very much and even though he likes teasing you a little, he enjoys the attention he gets from you and vows to never leave.

#pearly venus #cod #cod mw2 #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #kyle gaz garrick #cod gaz #kyle garrick #gaz x reader #kyle gaz x reader #gn!reader #cod fluff #gaz fluff

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: Could Danny Beat Superman(the answer may surprise you)

Short answer? Maybe

The tricky part of this is measuring their abilities, and that’s not always easy. One of the trickiest parts is finding actual numbers, especially for Superman. Superman’s strength varies depending on both who is writing him and how much yellow sunlight he’s absorbed. 

Danny Phantom

Strength: can lift between 12-40 tons. Potentially due to gravity nullification, so unclear how physically strong he actually is. Likely weaker in that case. Speed: 112 miles per hour, potentially more. Phantom Planet throws a curveball measuring his final speed showing him flying around the entire planet, Flight/Gravity Nullification/manipulation: His flight is due to how gravity effects him. He can manipulate his own gravity to change the direction it works on him allowing him to walk up walls and on ceilings, or just nullify it entirely on himself and potentially others Invisibility Ecto blasts(officially called Ghost Rays) Ecto Constructs(shield, it’s his shield) Intangibility Cryokinesis: Ice powers Ecto Stinger: Electric attack used twice in the show Ghostly Wail: Sonic attack that rapidly depletes his energy Enhanced healing Enhanced Durability and resistance to ghost abilities Overshadowing: Possession 

Superman

Strength: Can lift 2 Billion tons Speed: Light speed or faster, is slower than the flash but comparable Flight Super Hearing Super Breath: Can freeze, put out fires, and generate hurricane level winds with his breath Enhanced Durability: It takes incredible physical force to actually damage him Heat Vision Solar Flare: A full body emission of the same energy as his heat vision. Leaves him weak for 24 hours in a yellow sun environment until he recharges X ray vision: He can see through things Super Intelect: He’s super smart Super Ventriloquism: I don’t think this one is canon anymore but I just wanted people to know this was an actual ability he had. Enhanced Healing

Okay, so they have some comparable abilities but it’s clear in sheer strength and speed, Superman has the distinct advantage, moving faster and hitting harder. Danny’s intangibility gives him an edge but it’s shown to be something he consciously controls since physical attacks have been shown to affect him. Simply put, you either need to move faster than he can react or just catch him off guard. Given Superman’s speed, it’s entirely possible

The real question is how much damage Danny can actually do with his punch. When it comes to blows, superman can take harder hits than Danny can and brush them off. The exception being magic, which bypasses his natural resistance. So, we must ask ourselves, does Danny count as magic? In his own show, We are given a more scientific explanation of his ghost powers. Ectoplasm has combined with his DNA indicating it’s potentially not magical, his abilities are physiologically based. However, various ghosts have been shown to have supernatural abilities, with Desiree able to warp reality, and magic being shown to exist in universe. This one is up for interpretation, so Superman may or may not feel Danny’s attacks.

overshadowing would be the cleanest way for Danny to stop Superman, though Danny doesn’t use the ability much. Superman has been shown to have been possessed by Deadman at one point, though that calls into question whether possessing Superman really counts as winning. It’s also shown that people can force a ghost out of them with enough willpower, so eventually Superman may be able to expel Danny.

The greatest Advantage Danny has is: Superman holds back A LOT. Watch Superman’s cardboard world speech that he gives Darksied. Everything is fragile compared to him and his strength, and he doesn’t want to break things. Danny is pretty breakable compared to Superman. His durability isn’t anywhere near the same level. Superman is going to try and not kill him, so he’s going to be holding back a lot.

Conclusion: In a straight fight Superman could likely win. Danny could pull it off if his attacks count as magic, but he’d have to catch Superman off guard and attack fast ang hard to knock him out before Superman could defend aka What Captain Marvel did to knock superman out. 

So Danny could win potentially, but it would be a lot closer of a fight than a lot of people depict in this crossover. Superman would probably win though

Is Danny stronger than Superman? Not really. He’s comparable to Captain Marvel, who is a powerhouse, but Superman is pretty OP, and this isn’t even counting his Silver age abilities 

Could the tides be turned with Kryptonite? Well, duh. Tides could also be turned by Superman having ghost hunting equipment. I’m just going off what they canonically have access to already. This also means that I had to ignore the power boost having the ring of rage and the crown of fire could give Danny if he had them, despite how popular Ghost King AU is in this crossover. He didn’t have it in canon so I couldn’t count it.

if you think I’m wrong on something let me know

#Danny Phantom #danny fenton #Superman #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc ramble #ramble #I've seen this popping up in fics #a lot of people seem to think Danny could wipe the floor with superman #and that didn't seem quite right so I had to do a bit of research #Turns out it's a bit more even then you'd think #But superman has the distinct advantage

[nerdysleepybunny]

Hii!! This is my first time kinda requesting/asking something of you and I wanted to know if you're comfortable with doing it 😋😋 Would you be able to do a TPN (possibly+separate) trio with a GN/Fem!reader with not severe but pretty bad attachment issues or separation anxiety? Like the reader has been in the orphanage for a while, but always chooses that one (Ray, Norman, Emma) to attach to as a safety person? It's been a struggle for me since I was young and you are such a good writer, so maaayybbeee you could write it? Feel free to add or change anything to it!!<33 P.S depending on whether or not you can write it, can I be 🌷or💗 anon?

Hey cloud puff, glad you could join the clouds! Thanks for your first request, and for the kind words! I have attachment issues as well, so this is yet another fic of me simply describing myself lol. And of course you can be 🌷anon! I’ll add you to the list darling. <3 I decided to turn this into angst so prepare for tears. 👹👹👹 Thank you so much for the request, hope you enjoy!!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): The Promised Neverland

Character(s): Norman, Ray, Emma (ft. Mom)

Reader: Gender neutral (You/Your)

TW: Mentions of attachment issues

Style: Hcs

Summary: The trio with a reader who has attachment issues.

You were born in the orphanage, and grew up there along with all your siblings. But, whenever you made a close friend, they ended up getting adopted, leaving you all alone. What hurt even more was that you never heard of them again. So, when you ended up befriending the trio, you constantly feared that one day they would leave you too.

Norman was used to your clinginess, how you’d always follow him around like a lost pup, practically glued to his hip. Hell, sometimes you’d even have your arms wrapped around one of his as you two walked side by side. Almost 24 hours of your day is spent as close to him as possible, but sadly you simply couldn’t be by his side all day, yet you still tried. Not that he minded!

Emma enjoys having you around as a playmate! You two would run around and play games together, sometimes just laying in the grass and gazing at the sky above you. You were always apart of her little shenanigans, you being her go-to person when she has mischief in mind! The two of you tell each other everything, and definitely have secret handshakes/signals that only the two of you understand. :)

Ray wasn’t as fond of your closeness as the other two, enjoying his space and alone time, but he still appreciated your company. You’d often join him in reading sessions or long conversations in the library. Sometimes you two would sit under his usual tree and write/draw in the dirt with sticks. When his social battery was drained, he’d send you off to Emma or Norman whilst he recharged. Though, you being so clingy made it easier for him to tell you the secret. Short story you ended up having a breakdown in his arms, to which he comforted you through the entire thing, until your screams turned to sobs, your sobs turned to whimpers, and your whimpers turned to deep breaths as you slowly regained control of yourself.

So imagine how hurt you were when you figured out Norman was being “adopted”. And the fact that you now knew the secret made it even more heart breaking. You now know why you never heard from your other siblings, and now Norman was about to join them. You simply couldn’t take it. Not him, anyone but him.

You stopped caring that you were supposed to be hiding the fact that you knew the secret, and barged into Mom’s office. She looked up from her desk shocked, but smiled warmly at your rage filled, yet tearful expression. How could she smile at something like this?

You slammed your hands on her desk, demanding that you were shipped out in Norman’s place. You’d do anything, anything at all, as long as it meant keeping Norman alive for just a bit longer. Mom quickly hushed you, reminding you that the other children can’t hear you, but agreed she’d think about it.

So that’s how you ended up here, in the forest, past the fence, with the trio standing behind you and Mom directly in front. No other children in the way, no more pretending, just a conversation where everyone can finally be themselves.

“I’ve decided that Y/N will be shipped out in Norman’s place, and the three of you will be the first children to survive up to 13. I hope you’re happy with this arrangement, Y/N.” Norman was the first to run up to you, shaking your shoulders, asking you if you were out of your mind and what you were thinking. Ray was next, giving you a good slap, to which Norman scolded Ray for, but the raven haired boy simply brushed it off.

“Idiot! What do you think you’re doing?!” You rubbed your now red cheek, but looked the three children in the eye with a serious expression.

“It’ll be better this way. This gives you guys more time to enjoy life. Besides, your brains will be more developed, so you’ll taste better.” You acted like you simply wanted the three to live longer, even throwing out that last bit to make Mom consider keeping the children alive even longer to develop their brains more. But what Mom didn’t catch was your quick wink, signaling the children that there was more to the story. Emma stepped in first, forcing herself to cry (well let’s be fair, she felt like crying as soon as she heard you’d be getting shipped out, so it wasn’t that difficult to start spilling tears) and embraced you, the two boys joining, putting on quite the believable show that they’d given up. Mom simply smiled before walking off.

When you were sure she was gone and out of ear-shot, you stepped away from your friends.

“Guys please, I know this sucks but this is our only way for us to escape! Mom’s giving you guys more time to live, so it gives you more time to train. Somebody has to die to save the rest, and I’d rather that person be me.” Yet again, you were given a hard slap, almost knocking you to the ground this time.

“You think you’re doing us a favor?! We can all survive if we just-“

“No Ray, we can’t! We don’t know what’s really out there, we don’t know what we’re up against, so be realistic! Besides, I’m tired of losing people, so this sacrifice is just doing me a favor.” With that, you stormed out the forest, leaving the 3 other children in shock.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

This is pretty different from what I think the anon originally wanted, so if you want an alternative feel free to send in another request! If not, you can also request a part 2! :)

#bun writes #the promised neverland #tpn x reader #tpn ray #tpn norman #tpn isabella #tpn emma #tpn krone #🌷 anon #🌷 #bun asks

[medusapelagia]

8 AU-gust: Robots and Androids- part 6

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 [...]

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: Android Steve Harrington, Wanted Criminal Eddie Munson, Words: 2416

Dustin charges his battery really slowly, checking the level every few hours, before finishing adjusting the other damages on his body.

The strange girl with the short hair is always with him, sometimes with the older man, sometimes with a younger boy who seems to be her twin.

“What do you dream about?”

“I don’t dream. Usually.”

“What did you dream about when you were off line?”

S.T.E.V.E. shakes his head “I don’t really know. I saw two people talking and I felt someone caressing my face and calling me a pretty boy.”

“You are pretty.”

He has no concept of beauty. He knows some things about perfect beauty and he knows that his features are quite pleasant for the most, but he is just a machine.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asks him.

He doesn’t know how to answer the question “I should say I do. That’s the polite thing to do. But I really don’t know. Are you pretty?” he asks back and she smiles.

“Mum says I am.”

“Then she is probably right and you are.”

“So if I say you are pretty I am right.”

She makes a very compelling argument.

“I think so. It seems logical.”

She looks at him with interest “How do you like the name Eddie gave you?”

“Stevie?”

She nods.

“It's similar to my own, so it’s not too bad I suppose. But I am an android, I shouldn’t have a proper name.”

“Why?”

“I’m an object. Giving names to things may get you more attached to a thing than it is safe to be.”

“My name is El. And I like it.”

“Nice to meet you El.” He replies, then he hears the familiar ping of the full battery “Could you disconnect me from the electricity?”

“I should call Dustin. I don’t want to break you.” She says and then she gets out of the repair room.

He hasn’t seen his captive since the moment they restarted him and he wasn’t at his best. That boy wants him offline and he is not surprised. Dustin explained to him that when he went offline his chip went offline too and he is not sure that he got online when they restarted him.

Somehow he is free and that thought is absolutely terrifying to him.

Free to do what?

He is still just an object.

“Always those heavy thoughts. Life is fun Stevie, you should enjoy it more.” The boy says checking the status of the battery “Well the battery is old but better than your own. It got charged almost to 80%, not bad uh?”

“Is it going to recharge with movement like my older one?” he asks, suddenly preoccupied with living a life connected to a plug.

“Of course. This was an emergency charge but if you keep moving around the movement should keep it charging.”

Stevie nods and thanks the boy that finally closes his chest and hides his interior behind metal plates and fake skin.

“I’m sorry. It’s going to scar. You could replace them in some big center.”

“I don’t have any money and that kind of repairs are not cheap. I’ll be good with some scars.”

“Scars are bitching.” The girl says with a little grin.

“Bitching.” He confirms even if he is not sure what it means.

When he finally gets up the first question he asks is where is his captive.

“He is still in the infirmary. Joyce wants to be sure that he is ok before discharging him. We had quite a night, you know?”

“I’m sorry for putting your lives in danger. You should have left me somewhere outside and let me explode.”

“We don’t do this kind of thing.”

“Human does.”

“Not this human, ok?” Dustin repeats, pointing at himself.

The android nods, even more confused. He knows perfectly well that Eddie would have done it. Maybe he even suggested it. He is not sure. The memories of the last night are confused and mixed with those dreams, or memories, or…

“I love you Steve.  Now and forever.”

The android shakes his head, as he is trying  to clear his mind.

What was that?

“Hey! Stevie? You ok?” Dustin his in front of him, his hands on his shoulder.

“What… what happened?”

“You freeze for a moment. It can happen. The new battery does not have the same voltage the old one had. You have to get used to it. Are you feeling any better?”

Feeling. All these humans keep talking about feelings but he has no feelings, no sensations, no emotions, he is just a code of zeros and ones and a lot of logic, how could they not understand that? Especially Dustin who seems to know so much about robotics and mechanics.

“Yes.” He replies, only to stop them from looking at him with such pity.

The boys smile and then help him to get off the metal table “I think Joyce would love to have her table back.” Dustin suggests. It’s not an order, but S.T.E.V.E. obey nevertheless.

He pushes the table to the infirmary, knocking at the door before entering, like a polite human being.

“Come in.” The woman calls and when he opens the door he sees his captive still in bed with a drip in his arm and a very annoyed expression.

“Stevie. How nice to see you. Are you feeling any better? Thank you for bringing back my table. I really appreciate it.”

“Thank you for not letting me explode and kill everyone.” He replies and the smile on the woman falters for a moment.

Maybe it was not the most proper thing to say, but that’s what he thinks. Even if he is not sure if he can really think or it’s just an idea that someone else put in his head.

He looks at Eddie.

“Dustin told me that my chip went off line. So probably the Central thinks that I am dead.” 

“Are you going to let me finally go?” the human asks with a grin.

“I can’t. You are a murderer and I can leave a murderer free to go where he wants.”

Eddie sighs “It seemed too good to be true.”

S.T.E.V.E. is confused “You are a criminal. You killed people and destroyed androids. Why should I free you? I know that you’ll go back to doing the same thing you were doing before and my purpose is to stop violence.”

“Oh. That’s your purpose metal can? I thought it was to make pressure on the poor guys like me. Listen, I already told you, I didn’t kill anyone. Vecna screwed me. Ok? I didn’t do it! I would have never! I loved Chrissy, ok? Yeah, I broke some metal cans like you, and I don’t regret it in the latest, but I didn’t kill any humans. Never! That’s not my mission.”

“And which one is your mission?”

“Free the world from the androids like you.”

The android looks at him perplexed “Why?”

“Why?! Are you asking me why?!”

The android nods “We help you do the jobs you don’t want to. We obey you. We can’t revolt against you. Why do you hate us? What have we done to you?”

“Don't act like you don’t know it! Your species kills us! We are going to get extinct and you are going to rule the galaxy!”

“Why should we? I mean, our only purpose in life is to serve. Every android is just a servant to a human. You can’t order me because you are a criminal, but if anyone else in this outpost should order me to do something I would do it. No question asks. Do you think I have never seen other androids break themselves because some annoyed human asked them to in some twisted way? Do you think I have never seen androids used as fuck toys? Or nannies. Or whatever humans needed or didn’t want to do? We are just object. Toys if you like, we just do what you order us.”

“Are you really saying to me that if I order you to make yourself explode you will?”

“No.. I will not. I told you. You are a criminal, that’s overrule the other rules. But if Joyce asked me to, I would have to if…” shit. He almost told me too much.

“If what…?”

He can’t lie to humans. Not even to criminals. And the question is too clear to avoid it “If I don’t find a way to overrule the order.” He replies, his plastic eyes fixed in Eddie’s.

“So you can overrule the laws.”

“No. I can’t overrule them. I can… I can find space to bend them. Sometimes. If the order is not too clear or too specific. But if it is, I can’t. I have to obey. If someone orders me to let me explode to save their cat I would have to do it.”

“Do it. Explode yourself.”

“How many times do I have to remind you that you are a criminal? Only legal citizens can order me around. Not you. Sorry.”

Eddie bursts out into laughter “Are you saying to me that you are sorry that you can’t make yourself explode if I ask you too?”

“As I told you, I’m just a servant to human beings.”

Joyce gets between the two “This conversation is really fascinating but I think that my patient needs some rest. Why don’t you ask Hopper if he needs any help. He is in the kitchen.”

He could elude this request, it’s not an order or a command, but everyone was nice to him and he has no motivation not to do it, so he nods and leaves the room.

He finds Hopper following the man complaining. The man is in a big room… cooking?

“Are you cooking?”

The man turns around. If androids could laugh he would. The man has an apron on and is mixing something in a big pot.

“I’m doing my best with the ration that we have. Thank god androids don’t eat. Less mouths to feed.”

A few times he tried to eat, a very stupid thing to do, but when he was young sometimes he forgot that he was just an object.

“Do you need any help?”

“Can you cook?”

“I don't, but I can download all the information that I need. Would you like that?”

“Yes, please. Try to find what we can cook with some freeze-dried carrots and canned meat.

S.T.E.V.E. closes his eyes and when he opens them he knows what to do. He manages to transform the meat into some kind of meatloaf and he makes a side plate with the freeze-dried carrots.

“God, I never thought about that. Asking an android to cook. I thought that you were specialized on some things and knew nothing of the rest.”

“That’s true but incorrect. I’m a hunter, I know everything about hunts, fights and war, but I can expand my knowledge if needed.” He stops and then he decides to ask a question “I know that androids should never ask questions but I have got one. Can I ask you?”

“Can I decide if I want to answer or not?” Hopper asks.

“You are a human. You can always decide. You have no Robotic Law to follow.” God, these humans are so silly. He really can’t understand how they managed to survive to that moment.

“Shoot.”

He lifts his index and shoots against the wall.

“What the fuck!” the man screams and suddenly all the other humans are in the kitchen. Joyce has a big rifle in her hands.

“What happened?” she inquires, looking at the android smoking gun that slowly transforms back into a finger.

“He asked me to shoot.”

“He did what?!”

“That’s not what I mean! He asked me if he could ask me a question and I said s… ask.”

“You said shoot. That was an order.” An order that he has obeyed so many times that it’s almost an automatism to him.

“It’s a figure of speech! It’s not… ok… sorry… my fault… I’ll try to be more specific when I talk with you but put away your… finger. And don’t shoot anyone!”

“Is that an order?”

“It’s an order. Don’t shoot. To anyone. And in any case not here! Ok?” 

S.T.E.V.E. nods, then he points to the food “You can eat if you want.”

“Did you cook all of that?” Dustin asks, surprised.

“No, I can’t cook. The stove did it. I just put together the ingredients.” Jesus, these humans are really stupid, aren’t they?

“What was your question?” Hopper asks again and the android SHRUGS.

“It’s not important. Enjoy your meal.”

He leaves the room, the question still burning in his mind: why do you hate us if you are the one that made us?

***

The night in the desert is beautiful as always.

The air is cold and the stars are bright. He has downloaded a map of the stars of the planet just to know what he is looking at. He loves looking at the stars. He always did. He knows that somewhere, above him, there are still fights, wars and blood, but when the night is silent he can imagine that he is somewhere else. With someone else.

He keeps hearing a voice in his mind. A voice he doesn’t know but that he misses. How can he miss something that he has never known?

“They are beautiful, aren’t they?”

Stars. Planet. Galaxies.

He had wished for years to leave and he never could. Now he is free from his duty, more or less, but still a slave of the robotic laws. He could never travel around and hide himself with the other humans.

He must be identifiable. And with the new scars on his abdomen…

“You don’t have to follow the robotics laws if you don’t want to. Not here.” Joyce says, sitting next to him with a cup of tea in her hands.

“They are in my code.”

“Codex can be modified. You know that.”

“What am I if I don’t follow the robotic laws?”

Joyce smiles at him “You are really special.” she states, then she looks at the stars “Tell me what you know.” and S.T.E.V.E. starts to point at the stars and the planets that the woman can’t see.

Tag list: @shunna, @yourmom-isgay I hope you enjoy it!

#tumblr fic #myfanfic #steddie #au gust 2023 #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things fanfic #writing challenge #android AU #Android Steve Harrington #Wanted Criminal Eddie Munson #medusapelagia fanfic #medusapelagia #my fanfic

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

can you do a haikyuu (whatever character you choose) x male top reader smut. But the reader takes scolding hot showers and it just kinda turns into a crack fic at the end? I dont know what im saying at this point LMAO 😭😂

Smut with comedy as aftercare, got it!

My brain says Hinata, so that's who we're going with. Set post time skip, all characters are over 18.

Warnings: Obviously smut below the cut, minors do not interact.

(Y/N) gave up on fighting the painful urge to kiss every freckle the Brazilian sun gifted Hinata's back, watching the muscles beneath ripple and flex every time he drove in, beating like the wings of a crow.

Shoyo whined (Y/N)'s name, oblivious to how hypnotising that golden skin of his is, arms shaking, fighting to hold him up. 'F-uck, move!'

A sharp smack set the red head keening, clenching around you as pleasure and pain coiled in the pit of his stomach, trussed up tight in anticipation.

'What was that, baby?' (Y/N) crooned sweetly, as though he weren't admiring the red handprint decorating the pro's pretty cheek. 'Did someone forget to ask nicely?'

A teasing little half thrust is all Shoyo needs to break down, almost sobbing as he pushes his ass up to his boyfriend's mercy (or lack thereof) and begs for him to wreck it.

What kind of boyfriend would (Y/N) be if he didn't oblige?

Later, Shoyo wakes up to a warm, fuzzy feeling, his body aching in all the right places, and the sound of the shower running.

Missing his boyfriend's warmth and fully recharged from his nap in the sun (the man is solar powered and no one can tell me otherwise), Hinata sneaks into the bathroom, hoping to catch his boyfriend off guard by leaping into the shower.

Instead-

'Yow! HOLLY SHIT ARE YOU FUCKING DEAD?!' Shoyo throws himself away from the stream of scalding hot water, taking the curtain and the shower head with him and sending water madly into the bathroom.

(Y/N) shouts and damn near slips on to his ass, barely slamming the tap closed in time to save the entire bathroom from getting soaked. 'Christ, what the fuck Shoyo?!'

'What YOU mean what the fuck?! I mean what the fuck are you doing cooking yourself in the goddamn shower?!'

'What the fuck are YOU doing sneaking IN to my goddamn shower?!'

'I missed MY goddamn boyfriend!' Shoyo wailed, half on the floor, half clinging to the slippery porcelain of the toilet, legs akimbo, skin red either from embarrassment or the hot water.

(Y/N) takes on look at him, hair half wet and slick, half dry and spiky, and breaks out laughing so hard he slides down the shower wall and onto the floor, clutching his belly.

Shoyo pouted, but his lover's laugh is nothing short of contagious, leaving them both cackling like idiots on the bathroom floor.

#m4m #male x male #hinata shoyo x male reader smut #hinata smut #haikyuu smut #smut and fluff #comedy as aftercare #haikyuu #x male reader #haikyuu x male reader

[rainiishowers]

Heyyy if I may, I’d like to request something I had in mind? Thanks!

So how about the brothers with a mentally and emotionally stressed and exhausted mc? General hcs + the mc goes to then after dad and hugs them, telling the Boris that they’re tired?

Tysm! Also second POV and gn!mc? Tysm love <3 good work and good luck on everything!

A/N: A bit on the self indulgent side Honestly, this is probably the most I've been proud of something in a while, so I hope you enjoy! Short Summary: It was after test week at RAD, and the brothers can't help but notice that you don't seem to be in the best emotional or mental state

----

Lucifer

Lucifer meant to ask you about it, but had to stay behind at RAD for a while, so he planned to ask you about it once he got home

The eldest was going to search for his favourite human after dropping things off in his room, but when he got there, he notices you curling up on his bed

"MC?"

He could tell from your eyes as you looked up that you have been crying, even just slightly

Lucifer came to your side and you immediately attach yourself to him, giving him a loose hug

"....I'm tired, Lucifer.."

After taking a second or so to process this, he sighs, relaxing his body and returning the hug, drawing gentle circles on your back

"You can relax, the tests are over now."

Mammon

After just barely managing to do the tests that he sort of studied for, he almost missed the fact that you seemed a bit off

And as your first man, Mammon had to go check what was up

So, he makes his way to your door and stops himself from bursting the door down, and instead knocking

When there was no response, he comes in by himself and saw you laying on your bed, wrapped up in a blanket

"Human?"

No response.

"Humannnnn??"

A small shift

Mammon walks over just as you turn your head

You clearly looked like you haven't been able to sleep, and he's pretty sure lack of sleep is bad for humans

Before he could ask what was up, he was knocked back a bit, which he soon realized was you hugging him

"...I'm tired.."

That exhausted voice and the sluggish hug broke his heart, and he knew that you just needed a break

"Why don't we go watch a movie, yea? Your pick."

Leviathan

Having to go to RAD to actually do the tests sucked, since he was so used to doing online schooling

But, he got through it and when he returned home, he was going to go back to his room to recharge

However, he stops when he felt a tug on his shirt, and then felt a heavy force cling onto his back, almost knocking him forward.

Levi turns to see you, fully just leaning on him for support while also giving him a hug.

"...Levi.. Can we go to your room? I'm tired..."

That caught him off guard, as he stutters out a yes

"Wanna watch some anime?? O-Or play a game?"

Satan

I like to imagine that he (sometimes reluctantly) tutors his brothers, but he is very eager to tutor his favourite human

He was going to check up on you, see how you did and congratulate you, however it appears you found him first

As you knock on his door, he turns and goes to open it, and immediately he could tell how exhausted you were

Satan catches you with ease as you practically fall into his arms and give him a hug

"...I'm tired, Satan.."

"I can tell."

He sighs, worried as he goes to lay you on his bed and goes to pick out a book to help you sleep, as he could tell you clearly needed a nap

Satan lays down beside you and starts reading

He noticed you asleep rather quickly and so he simply smiles

"Have a nice nap, Watson."

Asmodeus

The tests took a lot out of Asmo, so obviously when he got home he immediately set out to go take a warm bath and have some self care

A while later, once he got out of the bath, changed into some comfy clothes and was getting all the self care things set up, he heard a knock on the door

"Who is it?~"

"MC."

Asmo goes to open the door himself with a smile

"MC! Dear! Perfect ti--"

Asmo was interrupted with you giving him an abrupt hug, and he could tell immediately what was wrong.

"The tests took a lot out of you too, huh darling?"

Asmo took the small shift of your head as a yes as he sighs and tsks, pulling you gently out of his chest

"Well, I was just setting things up to have a nice relaxing spa day, why don't you join me?"

Beelzebub

He isn't exactly sure how well he did on his tests, but he'd assume it would be an average score

But Beel wasn't worried about that right now, he was just worried on staving his hunger pains away by eating everything in the kitchen

He paid no mind to the slow footsteps he heard, but he did pay mind to something clinging onto his back

His two guesses were either you or Belphie, and when he turns to see you, your face just pressed into his back, he had a feeling something was wrong

"Is everything okay, MC?"

"...I'm tired... The tests were so tiring and mind-numbing..."

Ah.. So that's what it was

As you look up, you saw him offering a piece of the food he was eating with a smile

"Wanna go to a restaurant? It'll be my treat!"

Belphegor

In all honesty, he would probably be the one who finds you first

He would drag you away to the planetarium and lay on your lap, but even then he could something was off

So, he resorts to poking your cheek while asking what was wrong, but you seemed very out of it

He sits up when he didn't get a response and was caught off guard when you hugged him

"...I'm tired, Belphie.."

"Sleep, then."

You hum a bit, supposedly in agreement before drifting off to snooze land

Belphie huffs and uses his magic so you have good dreams

"Sweet dreams."

#obey me shall we date #omswd #om! lucifer #om! mammon #om! leviathan #om! satan #om! asmodeus #om! beelzebub #om! belphegor #om! mc #obey me! lucifer #obey me! mammon #obey me! leviathan #obey me! satan #obey me! asmodeus #obey me! beelzebub #obey me! belphegor #obey me! mc #tired mc #reactions #a bit self indulgent

[gemini-forest]

I'm gonna go on a short hiatus. Reason under cut

As fun as making content and doing stuff I've felt genuinely feel isolated. I've been taking a break from Coin Toss because I don't want to burn out.

I also just feel lonely. I hadn't been able to do a genuine piece or things for myself. And don't get me wrong I love seeing how happy you all are seeing my stuff.

But it doesn't feel like it's for me anymore. And I need time to recharge creatively and rest.

I even ended up having a mild shut down because of it. I normally don't give a shit and shrug it off but it hit differently today. I hadn't had time to be with my friends or do proper self care.

So yeah I'm taking a hiatus. Probably be for a week or so idk I'm pretty good at ignoring notifications.

I will be working for Patreon and make a backlog here to cue out and post. Other than that yeah see you guys soon

#vent post

[mable-stitchpunk]

Going Home in a Box: Chapter 70 -Teaser

It wasn’t long after midnight when Sunny let himself into Freddy’s greenroom. Initially he found it empty, though he did notice that the arcade cabinet was running, with the Freddy on screen hitting a pothole and losing a life right after he walked in.

“Helloooo?” he called inside.

Suddenly Gregory darted out from his hiding spot between the couch and the window’s curtains. He bolted over to the cabinet and quickly grabbed onto the controls, rescuing the virtual Freddy from another death and continuing to play.

“Hey. I thought you were somebody else coming in,” Gregory explained. Something that Sunny could’ve figured out on his own.

“Sorry to scare you, Sunspot! We should have a secret- oh, oh! We should have a secret knock! I could tap, tap, tap on the window and you’ll know it’s me,” he offered.

“That might work,” the boy agreed. Though it was clear that he was very focused on his game and only half paying attention.

The Daycare Attendant was far from offended. After what happened today, he would have to be pretty petty to be offended by something so small. Today had been a total disaster. Just thinking about it made his points twitch down like the wilting petals of a flower.

“Umm… Gregory, a-about those people who came in today… I’m sorry,” he quietly apologized.

“Why are you sorry? It wasn’t your fault.”

“No, but the daycare is supposed to be a safe place, and it wasn’t today. We had to break so many rules just to get you away from them,” Sunny pointed out. He tapped his fingers together nervously. “Do you want to talk about it-?”

“No. It’s nothing, they’re just mad because I got in without a pass,” Gregory said quickly, defensively.

“Well, I’m still sorry. We missed out on all the fun we could’ve had… Oh, I have another idea! Why don’t we have a true-blue slumber party? We can play games and eat snacks- oh, and we can even watch a movie in the theater! Aaaand because the daycare will be closed, I’ll be all yours! Oh, it could be so much fun~! Whatcha say, Sunspot?” Sunny gushed excitedly. Clasping his hands together and waiting expectantly for an answer.

Gregory knew exactly what a sleepover with Sunny would entail. Probably a lot of kiddie games, if he didn’t just break out the hand puppets, juice boxes and those little rainbow marshmallows he always handed out at snack time. The movie was probably going to be something for little kids too, and without the other kids present, all of Sunny’s attention was going to be totally on him. Sunny was going to be fully attentive on him just like when Moon was tucking him in-.

“Yeah, okay,” Gregory agreed. Not half-listening as he had been earlier but fully agreeing. “But not tonight. I want to hang out with Freddy. And you, if you want to stick around.”

“Oh, I would LOVE to!” Sunny replied with an excited spin of his points. He tilted his head. “Where is Freddy? Charging?”

“Yup.”

That made sense. The next designated charging- a short charging during the hourly recharge- was nearly an hour away. Freddy was probably exhausted from the worry of the day and needed a quick boost before whatever the evening invited.

“Then I’ll just leave him to it and keep you company. Can I watch you play?” Sunny asked.

“Sure, come on over here,” Gregory invited.

Sunny shuffled over and was soon watching the screen alongside him. Gregory didn’t notice that it no longer felt weird to stand this close to Sun, to let his guard down around him, but Sunny definitely did. He kept it to himself, waving his points happily.

#Gregory #Sunny #Daycare Attendant #Fnaf #GHIAB #Teaser #Sunny dads Gregory

[teaabun]

I realize that I have a few posts of my IDV OC, Cas… But I haven’t talked about Cas. So!! I’ll talk about him so my followers actually know who he is when I show him 🥹

STORY 📚

This is Casimir Valentin, otherwise known as The Tailor. Before he went to the manor he owned a boutique in London. This boutique was mysteriously burned down one night after something (or someone) caused a fire. His hands, shoulders, arms and chest were burned (some of my works of him is outdated I’m very sorry-) in result of this. After loosing years of work, and no idea what could have possibly caused the fire, he was absolutely devastated and fell into a depression of his lost work.

Many theories of what happened to Casimirs Boutique floated around his area of London for a short time, some saying that he could have possibly burned his own building down to earn money after he was starting to lose business. Others say that Casimir was fully unaware of what was going to happen to his Boutique that night. These theories quickly faded as most peoples attention were drawn to the recent murders that happened around the same time as the Boutiques burning.

At some point, Valentin got a letter in the mail from a mysterious “Otelus Manor”.

The manor found interest in his work, and the many outfits and designs that he created would be wonderful displays for the manor. If he could possibly… come and work for them, they would pay him wonderfully in exchange.

Not only would they pay him, they would also reveal the true culprit behind the burning of his Boutique.

With a family he needs to help support, and years worth of outfit designing under his belt, he entered into the manors game, not knowing much what to expect…

PERSONALITY 🎭

Casimir’s stoic and brooding demeanor often intimidates others at a glance. However, he can be pretty gentle and cater to others. It’s the customer service mentality. He’s soft-spoken, yet blunt at times, unafraid to speak the truth.

EXTERNAL TRAITS 👤

( Just as a warning, I do not know if these traits are balanced AT ALL. This is just for fun! )

- Outfit Switch - Casimir is a incredible tailor with many tricks up his sleeve. When entering into a locker you have the choice to “change” into another character. You temporarily disguise as another player. You do not get this other characters abilities, however you are an exact visual copy until you are hit by the hunter or enter into a locker again. If the survivor you took the appearance of was hurt when you “change” into them, you will appear hurt.

[ Awareness ] - Casimir was cautious when walking home alone at night with a murderer on the loose, and always thought of good places to hide. Upon entering into a lockers radius, your trail entirely disappears, and will be active for around 5 seconds. It takes 60 seconds (1 minute) to recharge.

- Urgency - Casimir works well under pressure, entering and exiting a locker speed is increased by 50% (he has a different animation so it doesn’t look as silly in my mind but also feel free to imagine the regular locker animation just incredibly sped up)

- Intricacy - Detail is important in his work. Casimir can only heal in 12.5% increments. Healing is slower but can also heal chip damage.

- Exhaustion - Finally… a break. When not near the hunters radius, running/walking/crouching speed is reduced by 10%. When not in the hunters radius, the scope of success in calibrations are reduced by 40%

GENERAL INFO. 📋

- Likes: (Andrew, Aesop.) Dimly lit rooms, acknowledgment of his work (it doesn’t happen as often as it should), designing.

- Dislikes: Jack the Ripper, fire, the smell of gasoline.

(NOTE: The likes and dislikes are generally these general concepts and tend to be oversimplifications of a characters personality, and should not be seen as only this. Thats just me writing in the IDV format.)

- Name: Casimir Valentin

- Nicknames: Val, Cas

- Birthday/Character Day: February 14th

- Nationality: British

- Character Type: Assist/Contain

- Height: 4’11” (149.86 centimeters)

- Occupation: Tailor/Outfit Designer (He’s more specifically an outfit designer for the manor) (He’s basically like my weird in game reason for the costume essences)

MISC. 📑

- There is a sort of joke theory around the manor that he’s a vampire. He is not. He just wears black and walks around with a lace parasol. He’s just a guy.

- He wishes to be called Mr. Valentin, but most of the time people in the manor just call him Cas or Val. He doesn’t mind, but he would prefer that if you are professionally referring to him, please call him Mr. Valentin.

- A lot of the general outfit themes are created by the manor Baron himself. The Baron commissions both Ms. Nightingale and Casimir to create outfits for essences. Both create designs and bring them to the Baron to see what designs he likes best. Then, Cas usually is the one who does a lot of the sewing and creating of the outfits. In order to get alot of these outfits done, he pulls all nighters… quite often actually.

- In order to give Cas more time to create commissioned works, Cas does not appear in games as often as other survivors do. He has ran in last minute for matches multiple times because he had to run halfway across the manor to get to where hes supposed to be.

- Speaking of, Cas has to run around. A TON. He typically is the one calling hunters and survivors from their rooms to do measurements for outfits, and at this point anytime someone gets a knock on their door its like… 40% Cas asking them to do quick measurements.

- He is very stoic somehow despite all of this work. He takes alot of pride and joy into all the work he does for the outfits of the manor.

- However he is very overworked and tired most days. Days he does have where there is NO work is a rarity and god does he appreciate them.

- He enjoys coffee with some nice sweet creamer in there… its something to look forward to.

- In… some timelines, I def do like to put him in a poly relationship with Andrew and Aesop as his two other boyfriends. They are in love and holding hands. Only in my mind. You might see some posts come up of designs based off of other essences that involve Andrew and Aesop, its me inserting my Very Cool And Fun OC into the mix and having fun with it.

- Andrew and Aesop love him to death and hate to see him overworked so sometimes they try their best to take over designing for him. This comes up with very… uh… mixed results. Its not that they’re bad ideas! They’re just not executed in ways that are exactly viable or workable sometimes…

- All of them (Aesop, Andrew, and Cas) have a tendency to stay up at night and tend to all work at night, Cas just stays up during the day. AND the night. And YES its unhealthy he is very aware.

- He is very stoic and very calm most of the time, HOWEVER he has the ability to be very blunt and is not afraid to correct or openly defend something. He is not that much of a doormat, thank you very much.

#idv #idv oc #identity v #oc #original character #acryltalks #casimir valentin #the tailor

[yukidragon]

Will u make more of your take on aphrodesia!Sunny day jack? No pressure if u dont want to!

I’m so glad you want to see more of the Something’s Wrong With Sunny Day Jack and Aphrodesia crossover AU! I certainly want to do more with it, particularly writing some short fics and art in that setting. For the most part I’ve been taking a break with writing and drawing in general to recharge (which is why Sunshine in Hell hasn’t been updated in a while), but with the occasional writing blurb here and there for funsies. It’s kind of like the writer equivalent of doodling.

Since you were so kind to ask for more of this crossover AU, and in the spirit of celebrating the kickstarter getting successfully funded and reaching 300 followers on my twitter, I suppose I could post a little narrative doodle. I’m not sure if I’ll actually finish this little rough snippet, but I had fun making it. Maybe you’ll like it too.

If I do wind up finishing it, I’ll be sure to post the polished version in Sunshine in Another World. I hope you enjoy it!

Oh, and as a heads up, this flashfic is for Adults Only. These fandoms are for Adults over the age of 18 Only. Things are pretty explicit right from the outset, and it’s a bit kinkier than my usual spicy writing, so it’s going to be entirely hidden behind a cut.

I never thought I’d be writing a smut piece about cockwarming with a mafia boss, but here we are.

...

Alice had to learn to be patient about a lot of things ever since she was inducted into the Sunny Family. She had to learn how to sit still and focused for hours to be an effective sniper. Back when she was barely hanging onto the lowest rung of the family she had to be patient and ready to be summoned at a moment’s notice by her boss. Most of all, she had to be patient until her debt was paid off, and she could finally leave this bloody life behind her and return to her real family.

One thing Alice never thought she would have to be patient for was for Sunny Day Jack to just fuck her already.

Ever since the two of them got together officially as a couple, Jack never seemed to be able to keep his hands off Alice. Well, admittedly he had a hard time keeping his hands off her since the day they met, but he was nothing if not respectful of her boundaries. However, at some point their physical contact crossed from platonic hand holding to a heck of a lot more. It had been such a striking change in her life, going from never having sex to making love practically every day. They spent every single day together, and it was rare that they wouldn’t wind up naked and entwined together at some point.

Despite how active her sex life had become recently, Alice still had no idea how she wound up in the lap of the leader of the most powerful and respected crime families of St. Valens with his large dick buried deep inside her. What was even more inexplicable was how Jack expected her to just keep still while he filled her so completely to the brim. She was so acutely aware of every inch of him, especially the part of him that faintly throbbed inside her, hot, hard and more than ready to just finally rail her over the desk already.

How the hell did I get in this mess? Alice wondered, not for the first time since she got embroiled in the seedy criminal underbelly that infested the city of St. Valens. Sure, indulging in her boyfriend’s kinky request was a far cry from the worst thing she had ever done while here, but it was hard not to feel frustrated when her body throbbed with need.

Unfortunately, her boss ordered her not to move until he was finished with his paperwork. ‘Let’s play a little game,’ he said. ‘Won’t that be fun?’ he said.

Jack even sweetened the deal by offering Alice some sort of prize if she ‘won’ their little game, though he didn’t say what that would be. He also didn’t say what her ‘penalty’ would be if she ‘lost.’

That damn prize better be worth it, Alice thought bitterly as she watched the most dangerous crime boss in the city sign yet another paper while she struggled desperately not to start slamming her hips down on his dick - penalties be damned.

Jack pretended to take no notice of his assistant’s discomfort. He didn’t exactly ignore Alice, idly stroking her hair in an almost offhand manner as he used the other to thumb through his paperwork. Seeing her so impatient for him was intoxicating. He wanted the game to last for as long as possible. The flush of her pouty cheeks was so cute, and the exquisite velvety feeling of her pussy wrapped around him was heaven. She was so perfect, as though she was made for him. There was nothing in the world better than to be one with her like this.

Well, admittedly, it was a little taxing on his patience. Although Alice did well not to move, her occasional twitches around his dick sent small sparks of pleasure that was sweet torture. It was difficult for Jack to hold back and continue the game instead of bending her over the desk to pound himself into that deliciously hot and wet pussy of hers, but he was committed to seeing it through.

Besides, teasing Alice was pretty fun. Jack wondered just how long it would take for her to break down and beg him to make love to her. She was already so impatient, so needy for him.

This game was as good as won.

“You’re doing so good,” Jack murmured as he pressed a kiss to Alice’s forehead. She still flinched a little where his lips touched her scars, but not as much as she did at the beginning. It was enough to send another spark shooting through his dick as her spongy walls fluttered around him. His breathing caught for a moment, but he managed to keep a straight face despire the sweet torture the game put them both through. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Jack…,” Alice said, cringing at the needy whine in her voice. “How much longer?”

Jack chuckled, the corner of his mouth hooking into a smirk as he admired her flushed cheeks. “Just a little longer, sunshine.” He pressed another kiss into her cotton candy soft hair this time.  “Don’t worry, I’ll be done soon.”

Alice couldn’t stop her sigh of frustration. “You said that half an hour ago.”

“Yes,” Jack admitted almost a little too innocently. “I suppose that is true, but ‘soon’ is just a little sooner now than it was before.”

Alice huffed as she pressed her cheek into her boyfriend’s shoulder, taking solace in at least his warmth. She tried not to think about the burning in her core, but it was impossible not to ache for Jack to make love to her. He was so warm, his embrace so comforting, and he gently toyed with her hair or rubbed her arm in a gentle affirmation that she was precious to him.

 It was wonderful, but it wasn’t enough. Alice couldn’t ignore the way her pussy throbbed with need and begged to be pounded into until she lost all sense of reason.

There had to be a way to get Jack to end the game sooner without losing.

Another kiss to her cheek, along one of her most prominent scars. The action was so tender and loving that her insides fluttered despite her frustration. It wasn’t just her chest that constricted with emotion, and Alice caught the shuddering breath Jack let out, as well as the small noise that was suspiciously like a whimper. It was so cute.

It also gave Alice an idea.

Jack was in the middle of his signature, when a gentle squeeze around his dick sent a jolt of pleasure through him that caused him to scrape his pen across the page. He had to take a moment to compose himself, but another squeeze drew out a whimper that he failed to bite back.

“Sunshine,” Jack said in a slightly husky tone.

“Hmm?” Alice asked with an innocent smile painted on her lips.

“I told you to keep still,” Jack chided as he poked one of her pinked cheeks with a finger.

Alice just made her faux innocence even more obviously fake as she batted her eyelashes cutely at Jack. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said sweetly even as she squeezed around his dick again, her voice catching a little. It also sent a shudder through him and into her that felt absolutely delicious. “I haven’t moved my hips an inch, just like you told me to.”

Jack eyed his mischievous sunshine with a considering look, but found his train of thought interrupted by another jolt of pleasure as Alice tightened herself around him again. He moaned her name despite his composure, and he put both hands on her hips to stabilize himself, only for her to do it again, and again, wearing him down in the most wonderful of ways.

Maybe the game wouldn’t be so easy for Jack to win after all.

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #swwsdj #sdj #AphroDesia #Mafia AU #Ask #My Writing

[albino-parakeet]

Llyr’s backstory

(I am in no way a writer so this probably sucks lol)

Llyr’s character sheet

The fan Dinosaur Season that this follows for context.

Immediately after Llyr had fallen, they were adopted by a group of moths following an older sky kid that called themself a guide. Despite Llyr being a cautious moth, they had somehow managed to fall behind during the group's travel through the Hidden Forest. With very little light, they sought refuge in one of the small caverns from the eroding rain. After waiting for an undetermined amount of time, they decided to see if the cavern they hid in had a way out of the rain and possibly a place with other sky kids. Fumbling around in the dark, Llyr traveled through the small connecting tunnels for what felt like hours until finally seeing sunlight.

What they see is not a Sky landscape they’ve become accustomed to. A large rolling plain, similar to prairie, that stretches far from sight scattered with a few boulders but surround by walls of stone that extend high into the sky where only a large opening has sunlight beaming down. The sense of awe is cut short by a very low thunderous noise that shakes their whole body. Llyr turns their head and is met with a creature with a neck too long to be normal and a beak that makes up most of its head towering over them, it walks on all fours but has wings for its front limbs. Llyr is frozen in panic, unsure of what to do until the creature snaps it’s beak near them grazing their left arm with a loud *POP*. Llyr still weak from the rain and no light source in sight to give them a chance to recharge, they break into a full sprint, maybe if they make it to one of the rocks they might be able to hide-

Before they know it, they’re lifted off the ground by their cape with a rough tug that causes them to release a sharp yell. They drop for a second only for the creature to grab them again quickly, readjusting it’s hold to Llyr’s mid section holding them horizontally. The pain is blinding and they’re pretty sure something is broken, everything is blurring as the beast begins walking, it’s steps causing the pain to surge with each shift of its weight.

Llyr doesn’t know how long the creature has been walking due to their consciousness fading in and out, but a sudden force makes the beast stumble and drops Llyr with a screech. They expect the intense pain of hitting the ground but are met with someone’s catch. The softness is a welcoming feeling but is quickly removed as their savior places them on something sturdy, warm, and… alive? Llyr opens their eyes and sees a scene out of some kind of book. Their savior, which looks like a burly Shepard is waving a large staff at the winged beast, and is accompanied with another creature they’ve never seen before. It’s head is adorned with horns and positions it’s four legs into an unmovable stance next to the Shepard, occasionally thrustings it’s head at the threat when it reaches too close.

It doesn’t take long for the beast to realize it’s at a disadvantage and quickly gallops (ah no wonder running didn’t work) in the opposite direction before taking off with one big thrust against the ground with its forelimbs. A call echos through the valley and becomes quieter as the beast glides further away. Llyr loses consciousness as the Shepard starts feverishly jogging back to them.

They awake in a small room, their simple mask and ripped brown cape neatly folded on a small table next to the makeshift bed they sit up from. Bandages are wrapped neatly around where the thing’s beak had them in its grip, and a sling for the arm it snapped at, guess it did more than just graze it. Filtered sunlight spills through a window. How long were they out for? Where am I? Their thoughts are interrupted by the door being opened slowly with a person’s head peering in, and then opened fully when seeing Llyr sitting up.

It’s the Shepard that saved them, he grabs a chair from the corner and pulls it up beside the bed. He’s obviously relieved they’re awake but still has intense worry plastered on their face as they talk. Unfortunately anything he asks Llyr doesn’t understand, either it’s a dialect or a completely different language either way all of it sounds like gibberish to them. The Shepard comes to this realization by the third or fourth question as Llyr’s face becomes more upset, and just sighs before gesturing to Llyr’s abdomen; making a wrapping motion with his hands.

The pain is almost immediate once the first couple bandages are removed, seems like the pressure was keeping it in check. It makes Llyr lose their breath and instinctively grabs The Shepard’s shoulder tight with their free hand in effort to communicate the pain. The Shepard stops for a second, softly saying something that sounds like an apology, and then yells over his shoulder towards the door. Loud footsteps grow closer until a person, similar in build to the Shepard, practically slams into the side of the door frame in a half effort to stop without falling over. The person exchanges a few words with The Shepard, it almost sounds like an argument they’ve probably had when Llyr was asleep.

The two calm down and the new person makes a gentle swatting motion towards the Shepard’s hands; grabbing the bandages themself. Llyr is prepared for the pain to continue but is surprised by how slow and meticulous they remove each wrapping. It takes maybe an hour for all of the dressing to be unwrapped without causing Llyr any unnecessary pain, and what they are met with is a large painful scar cutting a clear path across the width of their abdomen staring back at them. It’s healed for the most part but is still trying to scab over in some areas, they can’t see their back but they can guess that it bears a similar wound.

The person, that Llyr finds out later is The Shepard’s partner, pulls out a little box full of medicinal herbs and the like from under the small table beside the bed. They both seem to mull over what to use before finally picking out a small jar, unscrewing the cap to reveal a cream with a very pungent smell. Llyr is obviously suspicious of the odd smelling ointment, but the two in front of them have been nothing but helpful and as far as they know the only ones taking care of them. So reluctantly they allow The Shepard to apply the cream. It stings at first but as the other spreads it more evenly, the pain numbs and becomes more of a light pressure.

After waiting for the cream to dry, the Shepard’s partner rewraps Llyr’s abdomen with fresh bandages, but not as tight as before. The worried couple offer some kind of sliced fruit to get Llyr to eat something. Even though Llyr doesn’t technically need to eat, they do so to ease the two’s worry a little. The fruit is tart and definitely has an interesting texture but tastes heavenly after all that pain. Making sure Llyr is comfortable the couple start to make their leave to let them rest, leaving a small gold bell decorated with a white feather atop the small side table. The Shepard points to the bell, doing a ringing motion and then points to himself before closing the door on the way out.

The sunlight outside shines in a way that suggests it’s maybe midday, but enduring the pain of their wound being redressed had spent whatever energy they had left. As Llyr gets under the covers, they wonder how the group they were traveling with was doing. Did they even know they went missing? Are they looking for them? Do they care? Sleep takes hold before Llyr’s thoughts spiral any further.

The passing days are a blur spent mainly in bed resting or sitting on the small house’s porch over looking the surrounding landscape, usually they’re accompanied by The Shepard’s partner. Due to the language barrier Llyr doesn’t know his name, but Llyr calls him “The Painter” on account of them always having an easel set up when Llyr makes the journey outside. The Shepard is gone for a good amount of the daytime, taking care of a herd of those horned creatures takes a lot of walking around apparently. The Painter had invited them to sit on the porch steps one afternoon to wait for The Shepard’s return. Llyr hadn’t notice at first but The Painter is missing his left leg. They motion to it, trying to emote their curiosity about the missing limb. The Painter seems a little hurt, gripping at where the prosthetic meets the stump. Llyr immediately flails their free arm in an effort to say "No don't worry about it! I'm sorry for bringing it up!"

But is soon interrupted by The Painter's deep laugh at Llyr’s flailing that makes the dampened mood a little lighter. He reaches for the small sketch pad and pencil placed next to him and starts drawing simple stick figures. Llyr scoots closer so they can see the sketch pad easier. He doodles scenes of what looks like a war he was an unwilling soldier for, hinted by the multiple “x”s and sad faces he scribbled on the top of the page. Apparently something happened during one clash, ending with The Painter sent to a medical tent; waking up missing his left leg. The cot next to him was occupied by a soldier in a similar predicament, having a stump where his right arm should be. Days turned to weeks and the thought of having to be returned to the battlefield grew more of a possibility as more wounded filled the space only for them to be thrown back to the fight a few days later. What some of the nurses have whispered, their side had been losing and instead of surrendering; have been pushing the wounded as fodder. The soldier next to him finally spoke up later that night, his voice hush and full of fear. He told of a rumor, a place they could escape to, where others running from the war had found refuge. The idea was crazy, especially in their conditions, but it was better than staying and being forced to fight in the never ending chaos. So the next night they stole what supplies they could carry and snuck out, their nights were spent stumbling through the wreckage of previous battles still littered with weapons and armor; days spent hiding to rest in fear of being captured. It took what felt like forever before they finally arrived to the entrance of a cavern- Llyr too engrossed in the little doodles doesn’t hear a distant roar far from view. The Painter puts the sketch pad aside, a small chuckle escapes his lips before giving Llyr a reassuring pat on the back and points to the distance as the herd crests a small hill. A cacophony that brings a smile to Llyr’s face as it’s become the sound of home to them for the past month. The light sound of their bells that hang from their necks being a juxtaposition to the horned animals size and strength. Each animal sports 4 gold like horns longer than arms length, the brow horns curving up while the slightly longer horns on top of its’ crest curve out. They tower over Llyr and are still pretty sizable compared to The Shepard and Painter, the animals’ adorned crests adding to their size. As the herd disperses more, The Shepard is in eyesight giving a large arcing wave with his right wooden arm and an excitable jog towards the house, a black fuzzy puffball is cradled in his left arm.

(I’ll continue this in another post cause it’s getting long lol. But this is the first of it)

#Sky cotl #sky cotl oc #oc: Llyr #Writing is definitely not my strong suit… #I’m more of a visuals person. But ough drawing all this sounds even more exhausting…. #I originally thought of a mid sized theropod grabbing Llyr. But oh how horrifying is it to imagine a giraffe sized flight capable predator- #Chasing a poor sky kid. Truly the perfect krill equivalent in this ecosystem. #Anyways The Shepard and The Painter are living my dream life of being Ceratopsian keepers lol #What’s a sky kid oc origin story without a little angst? #Sky kids can eat but don’t need to in my mind. #sky but with dinosaurs #I also changed how the Painter/Artist and Shepard meet from my original Dino season draft. #Yes sky kids can bleed and get injured like people. It came free with them being stars having to live in a mortal shell.