Mr. Heello

[fandomnerd9602]

Do Sam Greenfield (Luck) x Reader.

Sam giggles as she hugs Y/N…

Sam: you know what I love about you?

Y/N: what?

Sam kisses their cheek…

Sam: you’re my good luck charm.

Y/N opens their umbrella, shielding Sam as a car drives by and sprays water at them…

Sam nuzzles Y/N happily…

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How about Roz (Wild Robot) x android reader?

Roz: this world is quite amazing

Y/N: nature does have its medical benefits

Roz takes their hand…

Roz: I am glad to experience this with you

Y/N: as am I

[mrheello]

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[digital-grim]

How about Rias Gremory from High School Dxd x Reader with Ariel's personality (from the Little Mermaid)?

Rias Gremory x Ariel-Personality Reader Headcanons

She’s Instantly Drawn to Your Curiosity

Rias is used to people respecting or fearing her, but you? You’re just… excited. About everything.

You ask endless questions about devils, magic, her powers, and her world.

Instead of being annoyed, she finds it refreshing and adorable.

“You really are something special… aren’t you?”

You Drag Her Into Spontaneous Adventures

You’re constantly pulling her into things:

Exploring random parts of the human world

Trying new foods

Late-night rooftop stargazing

Rias pretends to be composed, but she secretly loves the chaos you bring into her life.

She Becomes Softly Protective

Your curiosity sometimes leads you into danger… and Rias notices FAST.

She’ll gently pull you back or wrap an arm around you: “Careful… not everything in this world is as kind as you.”

It’s not controlling, just protective, because she knows how fragile that innocence can be.

You Fascinate Her Emotionally

Your openness with emotions (excitement, wonder, love) is something Rias admires deeply.

You feel things so strongly, and you’re not afraid to show it.

It makes her more expressive too, softer, warmer.

Romantic Energy is HIGH

You’re the type to fall in love intensely and openly.

Compliments, admiration, and big dreamy expressions of affection, Rias eats it up.

She’ll respond with confident, teasing affection: “If you keep looking at me like that, I might just have to kiss you.”

She Loves Showing You Her World

Rias enjoys introducing you to devil society, magic, and her peerage.

Watching your eyes light up? That’s her favorite part.

She feels proud being the one to guide you through it all.

You’re a Little Reckless… She Knows It

You don’t always think things through; if something interests you, you go for it.

Rias often has to step in before things get out of hand.

She’ll sigh, then smile: “You really don’t think before you act, do you?”

But she wouldn’t change that about you.

You Help Her Relax

Rias carries a lot of responsibility, but you remind her to just… live.

You’ll drag her away from duties for small, happy moments:

Laying in the grass

Watching clouds

Laughing over something silly

With you, she feels less like a noble devil and more like just Rias.

Jealousy (On Both Sides)

Rias gets a little possessive when others show interest in you—especially because your charm draws people in.

She’ll subtly pull you closer, resting a hand on your waist: “They can admire… but you’re mine.”

You, being very emotionally expressive, might get pouty or clingy if someone flirts with her, she finds it adorable.

You Inspire Her to Love Freely

You love without hesitation, no fear, no calculation.

That influences Rias deeply, helping her open up more emotionally.

She starts expressing affection more openly, not just confidently—but sincerely.

Quiet, Tender Moments

Despite your energetic personality, you also have soft moments.

You’ll rest your head on her shoulder, talking about dreams or things you love.

She’ll gently stroke your hair, listening closely, completely captivated.

Dynamic Summary

Rias → confident, protective, passionate, composed

Ariel-like Reader → curious, impulsive, romantic, full of wonder

Together: You bring her freedom and joy. She gives you safety and guidance. You chase the world together, hand in hand.

[mrheello]

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[fandomnerd9602]

Please write a scenario where the reader calls Rosalina "Rosie."

Rosalina: thank you for watching the kids

Y/N: no problem Rosie

Rosalina:

Y/N: s-sorry I confused your name and “sweetie”

Rosalina kisses their cheek…

Rosalina: I like it

Luma: ooo Momma loves Y/N!

Several other Lumas “ooo”…

[mrheello]

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[my-dailydreams]

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[digital-grim]

How about Boa Hancock (One Piece) x Reader with Snow White's personality?

Boa Hancock x Snow-White-Personality Reader Headcanons

Her Immediate Obsession

Hancock is used to people loving her for her beauty, but you? You treat her with genuine kindness, not fear or worship.

You smile at her the same way you would at anyone else, and it completely shakes her.

She falls hard and quickly. “They… are not petrified of me? How adorable… they must be protected at all costs.”

You See Through Her Walls

Everyone sees the Pirate Empress. You see the hurt girl underneath.

When she acts arrogant, you don’t challenge her, you gently say things like: “You don’t have to pretend around me.”

That alone makes her fall deeper in love than any compliment ever could.

Domestic Softness (Snow White Energy)

You hum while cleaning or cooking, creating a calm atmosphere even on a pirate ship.

Hancock secretly watches you, completely mesmerized.

You braid her hair with flowers, and she just… freezes, blushing intensely.

“D-Do not stop… I command it…!”

Her Protectiveness Goes INSANE

Hancock is already possessive, but with someone as kind and gentle as you? It skyrockets.

Anyone who speaks harshly to you is instantly turned to stone. No hesitation.

She sees the world as cruel and you as something too soft for it.

“You are not meant to suffer. That is my responsibility now.”

Your Kindness Changes Her

You treat even her enemies with empathy.

At first, she’s confused. Why waste kindness?

But slowly, she starts hesitating before punishing others… just because you might be sad.

You don’t force her to change; you just believe she can be better, and that’s what affects her most.

Clingy Empress Behavior

Hancock becomes surprisingly clingy in private.

She insists you stay close, often pulling you into her lap or wrapping an arm around you.

“You belong at my side. That is simply fact.”

But really, she just doesn’t want to be without you.

She Loves Your Gentle Habits

You talk to animals → she melts.

You thank servants → she notices.

You comfort others → she stares at you like you’re something divine.

In her eyes, you’re more beautiful than anyone she’s ever seen.

Jealousy

Hancock gets very jealous because your kindness attracts people.

If someone approaches too close, she immediately pulls you closer, glaring: “Know your place. They are under my protection.”

But if you reassure her softly? She melts instantly.

Soft Private Moments

When alone, she becomes much quieter.

She’ll lay her head in your lap, letting you stroke her hair.

You hum softly or tell stories (very Snow White coded), and she listens like it’s the most precious thing in the world.

She never sleeps easily, but with you, she finally does.

Her Fear of Losing You

Deep down, Hancock is terrified.

You’re too good for the world she lives in.

She worries one day your kindness will get you hurt, or you’ll leave because of her darker nature.

So she holds you tighter, loves you harder, protects you more.

What You Mean to Her

You’re not just a lover; you’re her safe place.

Her proof that kindness still exists.

Her reason to try to be more than just feared.

Dynamic Summary

Boa Hancock → intense, proud, possessive, emotionally vulnerable underneath

Snow White–like Reader → gentle, nurturing, patient, quietly strong

Together: You soften a queen. She shields your light. And somehow, you both become something better because of each other.

[mrheello]

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[mrheello]

How to make McDonald's famous Shamrock Shake

[fandomnerd9602]

Can you please write for Emily from "Corpse Bride"?

Emily caresses Y/N’s cheek…

Emily: I’ll wait for you on this side if you’ll wait for me

Y/N: I will my old friend.

Emily fades out of Y/N’s room…

Elder Gutknecht hobbles up to Emily as she returns to the land of the dead…

Elder: child, most marvelous news. I found a spell that restores wronged souls to life.

Emily immediately perks up…

[mrheello]

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[fandomnerd9602]

Can you write for Gwen Tennyson x Reader?

Y/N hits the ground…

Gwen: (giggles) are you okay?

Y/N: could be better. You cheated

Gwen: did not!

Y/N: then what do you call kissing me mid combat?

Gwen: tactical romance?

Y/N: well if that’s tactical, I want to see more

Gwen blushes…

[mrheello]

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[fandomnerd9602]

Please write for Megara x reader (son of Hades).

Hades; I own you!

Y/N slides up to his dad…

Y/N: actually you do not Daddy-o!

Hades: come again?

Y/N: you see my Nutmeg here is my wife now and according to the Pantheon, all wives of deities are free from their previous deals

Meg wraps her arms around Y/N…

Meg: deal with it, dustbag. My hot stuff and I are taking Cerberus for a walk now

Meg and Y/N walk off happily leaving Hades in utter shock…

[mrheello]

Thanks!

[fandomnerd9602]

Please do Tiana x reader.

Tiana and Y/N work together in their little home kitchen…

Tiara: ooo baby you are a natural on cooking the gumbo

Y/N: not as good as you in making those delicious beignets

Tiara playfully puts a bit of sugar on Y/N’s lips…

She kisses them softly and giggles…

[fooloftheunknownworld]

So I'm dangerous and worse then a rapist for saying rapist are irredeemable? Classic Hazbin stan stupidity.

[leafyyygreensss]

how do people with audhd get through college?

[forkborb]

Oh boy my college experience was like 9 years total, 12 semesters long with breaks

So this is for US colleges/unis , not sure if fully applicable with other countries

First, there won’t be any structure given by professors. You make your own structure and schedule and try to stick to it and fail. If you have good relationship with parents and they’re the type of people , you get a system where they check up on your progress based on some schedule.

Also, befriend roommates or neighbors (neurodivergents will find each other) and do study sessions together.

There’s often suggestions of going to office hours, and that may work but from personal experience, YouTube, self study sessions, any additional tutoring on campus that gets the ball rolling until you’re comfy enough with material to go to professor.

My uni had pilot programs - non TA led review classes with materials sourced from class , free no credits courses

Schedule your food intakes, eat well, don’t survive off instant spicy ramen for a month. Treat yourself when you get relatively good grades (or increase in grade)

Uhhh figure out what time of day you’re most productive

I may add more

[vibin-in-the-void]

disclaimer: I'm on adhd meds so if you're reading this like "fat chance I can do all that, you having a laugh?", bear with me bc I've kinda forgot what my daily life was like without them

I'm at a uk uni so things might be different but this is what's helped me:

– If you get stuck procrastinating a task, work with your brain rather than against it

If writing an email has become a Big Task, talk to them in person, or find someone who can email them for you (uni libraries are set up for stuff like this)

Procrastinating eating? Go study. Procrastinating studying? Go eat. Procrastinating both? Have a drink, tidy a shelf in your room, draw your favourite character, have a cup of tea

– Most unis have a disability support team and/or study support team. Talk to them. It’s enough just to get the conversation started. They can help you with:

Understanding what you need to do for a coursework/assignment

Giving you advice on improving your studying (eg. keep a water bottle and snack in your bag, create mini-deadlines to work towards so you're not cramming, etc)

Proofreading your essays to help with report structure, paragraph structure, grammar, spelling, asking questions to help you come up with areas you can expand upon

Citing and references and academic wording (I use MyBib for referencing)

Advice on how to balance uni work with daily life, like surviving and being happy

They can even sit in silence for the whole hour while you work (ie. body doubling)

– If you need to do a lot of work but can’t motivate yourself to study, do half an hour (or 10 or 20 minutes, whatever doesn’t feel scary). The lack of pressure to do a lot will make it easier to actually do a lot, because as long as you’ve done the 30 minutes you’ve done well, anything extra is a bonus

– Studying with others is really helpful because you've now got a responsibility to other people to show up, and the body doubling helps with being focused (unless people are talking the entire time, then it’s better to study on your own)

– The instructions for my courseworks are written in wordy paragraphs, so I put aside an hour or two to rewrite it in a way I can understand (aka. bullet points)

You can refer back to your version when needed, rather than having to struggle with the paragraphs every time

Rewriting it in a different format will force you to fully process and understand the task, so hopefully you'll less likely to procrastinate on it bc you understand it so it seems less scary

– Adding on from what prev said, if scheduling meal times doesn’t work, prioritise eating well. This is how I prioritise things:

Level 0: Some food is better than no food, even if it's a chocolate bar

Level 1: you can eat a carrot raw, you can have a can of chopped peaches for lunch, you can eat a whole ball of mozzarella in one sitting. Eating ready-meals, pot noodle or chicken nuggets and chips 5 days in a row will affect your mental state

Level 2: have snacks in your room, school bag and coat pockets. I buy a box of 26 Nature Valley cereal bars from amazon every month. Use them when you’re hungry and use the newfound absence of hunger to eat a bigger meal, or when you’re late for class

Level 3: tin/aluminium foil on a baking tray, chopped onions and carrots covered in a bit of oil, some sort of meat that can be cooked in 30 minutes, shove it all in the oven at fan 180°C (gas mark 6) for half an hour, eat it, and put the foil in the bin once the oil has cooled. Tadaa, no washing up

– Having a bad day where everything has gone to shit? Have a drink, eat the closest thing in reach, do a hobby you enjoy or chat with someone, then go to sleep and try again tomorrow.

– A short walk through some trees in a field or a park will make the rest of the day a little bit easier. Touch grass.

Even simply opening your curtains and seeing the sun before 11am will help

[sleepyandbi]

Join a disability club/support group if your campus has one, it's life changing to have community and I would not have survived my last year!

Learn what accomodations other people may have, you never know what'll be helpful.

Like other people have said body doubling (or accountability buddy) is SO CRUCIAL, even for room cleaning or personal hygiene, not just studying. Friends kept me alive.

Set up some type of reward system for showing up to class. I signed up to be a notetaker so it was my literal job and I was getting paid before I became more physically disabled and had an even harder time getting to class.

If your university/college offers some type of exercise/dance/movement class that fits your level, sign up. It forces you to move in ways that you may forget to do, but it isn't high commitment as like being an athlete or on a dance team, and could still count for credit hours potentially. Otherwise, I was not having an exercise routine, and on the days I felt I was accomplishing nothing at least I was learning a dance move.

RSD is so real, but try not to let one bad experience with a professor set the stage for how you approach other classes and professors. There are kind, accommodating ones out there who actually care about how they teach. (this is so very much speaking from experience)

[raineaxolotl]

Ooh I just set up a university resource for many of these things so buckle up

If you (think you will) need something, ASK

My foolproof method to ask for small adaptations from lecturers and teachers is to 1. Introduce yourself, 2. State your commitment to the course/their class, 3. Explain what you struggle with (avoid labels! Describe specifically) and 4. Explain what you need to be able to take the class. 5. Check if they're cool with it but by this part of your story they usually are

E.g.

"Hi, I'm X, I'm really excited to take your class! I just wanted to let you know that I'm a bit sensitive to the noise in this lecture hall, which I worry will distract me from the lecture. Is it okay if I wear my headphones so I can focus on the material better?"

-> really in this example you wouldn't even need the statement about being excited for the class. By letting them know that you're worried you'll get distracted and want to use your adaptation to engage with what they have to say better, you're already letting them know you're committed to listening to them! People like being heard and appreciated

Don't be afraid to switch techniques

If you're anything like me, your standard study method or location that yielded amazing results for the past few weeks or months eventually starts failing. You get bored, you get distracted, it doesn't feel motivating anymore.

This is normal.

You have a brain that needs a weird balance of structure and change. Change your structure every once in a while.

Maybe you'll find a handful of techniques that will work again if you try them again after a while of doing something else. Then you can rotate them.

If not, don't beat yourself up about not following or committing to the method that was supposed to make you functional. When a method is done being useful, it's time to move on to a new one. Delight in the thrill of the search.

-> Keep a list of new techniques you could try! Make it exciting!

Change the stuff in your room/dorm/house around

You are a creature that stops seeing things when they're the same for too long. Appreciate your stuff more by putting it in a different spot every once in a while.

Move your desk, rearrange your chill area, redecorate your cabinet of trinkets. Put up that poster that's been lying around in a drawer because you couldn't decide on a good spot and forgot about it. Etc etc

It helps the depression that comes with sameness and can motivate you to start using your new environment for studies or hobbies or even clean an area that you've neglected for a while.

Pick whatever you want to change, but if you truly can't pick, try to look for a way to move the Problem Area in your room (for me usually my desk) or something adjacent to it (and I mean move the Whole Thing. I look to move my desk itself). Might motivate you to get rid of the current state of the problem, or it might help you identify what mess can be moved to somewhere less in the way.

Reward yourself *while* doing the thing

People talk plenty about how you can try to motivate yourself by giving yourself a reward after you finish things. You have a brain that has the logic that it can also just eat the chocolate now and/or doesn't process long-term rewards.

Just eat the chocolate while doing the homework.

This can look like a lot of things! I often get super hyped from musicals and will listen to those soundtracks while studying to get the dopamine flowing. I also like to make myself (or order at a cafe) a fancy ass coffee and put that next to my laptop so I HAVE to sit in the work spot and start doing the work to get to drink my fancy coffee. I then have to commit to trying to work for at least as long as it takes to drink my coffee.

The point is that you reward yourself for as little as attempting to start and continuing to try.

It's really hard to motivate yourself to get started! Reward the steps it takes you to get there!

I'll see if I can add more when I'm not unreasonably tired!

[animentality]

[natsaffection]

⚠️ AWARENESS - PLEASE READ ⚠️

I need to talk about something serious that keeps happening on Tumblr, and honestly, it’s terrifying how easy it is to overlook.

There are minors pretending to be adults here, and adults accidentally getting into situations they NEVER would’ve agreed to if they knew the truth. It is happening more than people think.

(And to be clear:

THIS IS NOT ABOUT MY GIRLFRIEND!

My relationship is safe, real, ID-verified, and we’ve met in person, we did everything the right way. LDRs can absolutely work, but only with honesty and proper safety.)

I’m mentioning this now because something like this happened just recently to someone and I’m sharing this with her full permission.

A woman was played by a 16-year-old who pretended to be older, invented an entire fake life, used stolen work stories, and manipulated her into trusting her. She poured real emotions, time, and affection into something she believed was safe and genuine.

When the truth came out, she was left devastated, violated, and disgusted, not because she did anything wrong, but because a crazy teenager lied and dragged her into something she never consented to.

This is the damage a single lie can do. This is the reality of unsafe spaces online.

Anyone can claim to be 18+ here. Anyone can fake their age, their life, their job. Anyone can steal identities, and yes even calling someone does NOT prove their age.

Tumblr has sadly no age verification, yet the platform is full of adult content, smut blogs, flirty chats, private messages, and photo exchanges. People trust each other way too easily here, and it only takes ONE lie for someone to end up hurt, scared, violated, or traumatized, even when they did absolutely nothing wrong.

Please understand: You cannot tell who is behind a screen. You cannot rely on someone’s word about their age. You cannot assume “they sound mature so it’s fine.” Your safety matters. Their safety matters. Everyone’s safety matters.

Before you share private content, flirt, talk intimately, send photos, or plan to meet someone, please, verify who you’re talking to. ID check, social footprint, consistent video calls…anything that ensures you’re not being misled.

This isn’t paranoia. It’s protection. Tumblr desperately needs age verification, and until then: stay alert, stay safe, and NEVER feel bad for asking for proof! If someone makes you feel weird about prioritizing your safety, that’s a red flag.

Spread awareness. Protect each other. This matters more than people realise.

[digital-grim]

I'd really appreciate a separate serie and frieren x male reader flufg fic. I don't really have anything specific in mind do as you please^_^

Serie and Frieren x male reader

Tags: crushes, fluff, ambiguous ending, mortal reader, late night confessions, secret crushes, reader decides the ending

The two elves had always prided themselves on being untouchable. Serie, sharp-eyed and refined, carried herself like the very concept of perfection in elven form. Frieren, on the other hand, walked through centuries with a quiet dignity that made most mortals quiver under her gaze. Between their magical prowess and their centuries of experience, they had long ago accepted that no blade, spell, or clever scheme could ever reach them.

And yet, there you were.

You hadn’t come into their lives with thunder or fire. No dazzling display of power, no mighty oath to prove your worth. You slipped into their world quietly, the way dawn sneaks into the sky, soft and unnoticed until the light is already everywhere. You made them laugh when they weren’t supposed to. You stood in the little silences they’d grown used to filling with wards and study, and instead of being crushed by the weight of their presence, you smiled at them like they were simply… people.

Serie kept her feelings carefully hidden, as if they were a state secret. Every glance she let linger on you, every twitch of her lips threatening to curl into a smile, she buried it under layers of arrogance and control. After all, what would it mean if the most accomplished elf in generations admitted that her weakness was not a spell she hadn’t yet mastered, but a mortal boy who looked at her with unassuming eyes?

Frieren, meanwhile, was softer in her silence. She wasn’t blind to her own heart, but she had no idea how to act on it. She had lived long enough to know what attachments cost, and she feared the ache of losing more than any battle. And so, she too held her tongue, keeping her affection tucked behind long gazes and small, awkward gestures, an extra portion of food offered when she thought you weren’t looking, or a subtle protective spell woven around you when the group traveled.

Neither knew the other’s secret. When Serie caught Frieren’s eyes following you across the clearing, she assumed it was her fellow elf being cautious, protective of a fragile mortal. And when Frieren noticed Serie’s voice soften when she addressed you, Frieren told herself she must be imagining it, Serie didn’t soften for anyone.

But both of them knew one thing: you were different. Somehow, without trying, you had slipped past their centuries-hardened walls, their carefully crafted defenses. And now, two elves who could face down armies without blinking found themselves undone by the curve of your smile and the warmth of your hand brushing theirs.

The secret weighed heavily on them, month after month. Their hearts beat too loud in their ears whenever you drew near. Their words caught in their throats, stuck between confession and restraint. And all the while, they each believed they were alone in this quiet, impossible longing, never realizing the other’s heart was echoing the same ache.

At first, neither of them wanted to admit it aloud. Serie was too proud, the ancient and unrivaled high elf who had spent centuries honing her strength, building her reputation, and guarding her dignity like it was the rarest treasure. To admit that her heart fluttered because of a mortal boy, because of you, felt beneath her… yet she couldn’t deny the warmth in her chest whenever you smiled or the way her ears twitched when your voice cut through the silence of the training grounds.

Frieren, by contrast, was quieter about it. She had lived lifetimes, watched friends and lovers fade away like smoke in the wind, and she had promised herself she wouldn’t let another attachment grow too deep. But with you, no matter how she tried to push the thought aside, she always found her eyes drifting toward you during practice, lingering on your stance, the way you pushed yourself to exhaustion even though you were human and so much more fragile than either of them. Something about your determination, your refusal to be small in a world filled with gods and monsters, snuck under her defenses.

It was almost inevitable that the two of them discovered each other’s secret.

It started with stolen glances. Serie had taken to standing at the edge of the training field, pretending she was merely there to "evaluate your progress," though the softness in her gaze betrayed her. One evening, Frieren arrived earlier than usual and caught Serie’s eyes following your every movement. There was no mistaking it.

Frieren, normally so reserved, simply tilted her head and said, “You admire him too, don’t you?”

Serie froze. A thousand retorts came to mind, every sharp, prideful word she could use to deny it. But then she saw the knowing look in Frieren’s eyes, the quiet acceptance there, and she knew there was no use. Slowly, almost begrudgingly, she exhaled and replied, “…Perhaps.”

After that, the dam broke little by little. In stolen moments of conversation, they confessed what drew them in, how you carried yourself despite your mortality, how you dared to spar with beings centuries older than you, how you didn’t fear them the way others did.

What surprised them both was the comfort they found in sharing. Instead of rivalry, there was a strange camaraderie in it, as though confessing their admiration for you lessened the weight of it. Soon, it became almost routine: training ended, and the two elves would linger together, speaking in hushed tones as they watched you wipe the sweat from your brow.

Sometimes, they even laughed quietly when you fumbled a move or pushed yourself too hard, whispering about how endearing it was that you never gave up.

Other times, their silence stretched on, neither needing words as they simply… observed you.

And though they didn’t know how or when to tell you, one thing was certain, both Serie and Frieren, two of the strongest elves to ever walk the earth, found themselves utterly disarmed by you.

The night was still and hushed, campfires smoldering low across the field as the others had long since retreated to their tents. You were lying back against your bedroll, staring up at the night sky, tracing constellations in silence, when you heard the soft crunch of footsteps approaching. Two familiar presences lingered just outside the circle of firelight, their long shadows cast against the ground.

Frieren was the first to step closer, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her robe. Her golden eyes avoided yours, though you could tell she was working up the nerve to speak. Beside her, Serie stood straighter, almost regal in her usual composure, though the faint tension in her jaw betrayed her unease.

“Could we… talk to you?” Frieren asked softly, her voice almost lost beneath the whisper of the wind.

You sat up, brushing stray grass from your tunic. “Of course. Is something wrong?”

Serie shook her head, though she took a moment before answering, her piercing gaze briefly meeting yours. “Not wrong,” she said carefully. “But important.”

They exchanged a glance, one of those wordless conversations only two who had known each other for centuries could share. Frieren hesitated, then knelt across from you, her cheeks tinged with pink.

“For a long time now,” she began, “I’ve admired you. More than admired, you’ve… you’ve managed to reach me in ways no spell, no battle, no century of existence ever has. You’ve slipped past every wall I’ve built.” Her hands curled into her lap as she admitted it, and when she finally looked up, her gaze was trembling but steady. “I love you.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest. Before you could even respond, Serie spoke, her tone smooth but tinged with a vulnerability you had never once heard from her.

“And so do I,” she said, her voice quieter than usual. “You’ve disarmed me completely, in ways I thought impossible. And when I discovered that Frieren felt the same… I expected resentment, or bitterness.” She paused, her expression softening as she turned toward Frieren. “But instead, I found comfort. Understanding. Perhaps even… relief.”

Frieren nodded faintly, glancing back at you, her lips curving in the smallest of smiles. “We don’t want to fight over you,” she admitted. “That would only hurt all of us. Instead… we realized there’s another way. If you’ll have us.”

Serie finally took a step closer, her usual commanding aura fading into something warmer, more intimate. She extended her hand toward you, her voice steady but gentle.

“We want to be with you. Together. Both of us.”

The words hung in the quiet night, heavy and sincere, as both elves waited, two immortals, powerful beyond measure, yet suddenly fragile in the way only love could make them.

Would you accept them?

[mrheello]

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[c0njidraws]

Oh no!

Everyone turned into the characters/monsters they dressed up as!🪄🎃👻🔮

Edit: I forgot Kyoko 😭I'm so sorry, queen! (Big thanks to faeitty @ bsky for the suggestion!)

[mrheello]

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