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30+ ~ Autistic ~ Writer ~ Artist ~ Nerd ~ This will be my first attempt at this so be gentle. I don't do requests, not sure if that's something I can do but maybe someday I can. - Other blog is wolfdragonx -

[twistedroseytoesy]

Hi!

I'd like to be called 🍬 anon!

Could I request Savanaclaw with a quokka reader?

These little guys are the cutest things ever!

Oh, oh my gosh those little fellas! The happiest little creatures with award winning smiles! I absolutely would love to do this 🍬 anon!

Also image of an adorable little fella just under the cut

Description

you and your family happily lived on an island near the Sunset Savanna but technically outside of its rulings. you and the other Quokka beast folk lived happy lives, trading and bartering goods and trading goods with the mainland but not really needing a lot of money. Everyone gets along and everyone on the small island works together to make sure everyone else is safe and happy. You and your family were rather small but you never minded and always loved taller company. You have cute small little ears in your messy brown hair, with cute brown eyes and a continuous smile. you are about 4 feet tall, with dark skin and a short little tail. the tips of your hands and feet were slightly darker than the rest of your body and you had small little claws.

Savanaclaw

Leona: Tch, think those cute looks are going to get you pity from him your right wrong. He tries to ignore you a lot, but can't help but poke some fun at you since your reactions are just so cute. Though if anyone messes with you when he's nearby be prepared to be taken to be his nap buddy, his tail swishing angrily at someone messing with what he's now claimed. you were picked on a lot at the beginning but luckily after his overblot, Leona stepped up his leadership a bit and made sure to tell the other savanaclaw members t knock it off. he also never made you do spell drive practice, "you're too small to be any help" he would tell you. but for 1 he wants to show off to you on the sidelines, and 2 he knows how dangerous spelldrive can be and he would actually feel BAD if you got hurt. If you somehow become friends with him expect to be his nap buddy often, calls you his cute little plush. but only in private, Ruggie likes to chuckle at you two. Leona may never say it out loud but if you are observant you can tell he thinks you're cute, and he wants to protect you. will wake up only for you, also falls for your puppy eyes so bad don't tell anyone.

Ruggie: shihhihi well aren't you the cutest little thing? careful since a lot of beasts around would love to take a bite outa you. takes you under his wing, for a price of course. but honestly, you remind him of the kids from his village he would take care of. gets you to help him with some stealing, you distract them with your cuteness and he gets the goods. Eventually, he starts to share his food with you and protect you with no repayment required. Of course, from him, you learn a lot of good scavenging habits and self-defense. He honestly is so proud of you when you take down a bigger guy or weaponize your cuteness like how he taught you. He also uses you to get Leona out of bed. even Leona isn't immune to your little begging eyes! shihihihi. will feel betrayed if you turn those adorable eyes on him but he also can't say no to you...

Jack: Immediately was reminded of his younger siblings back at home and became unbelievably protective of you. Tsundere wolf style. he tries to stay near you and will fight anyone who tries to take advantage of you and your cuteness. He does smirk when you weaponize your cuteness, he will introduce you to epel also because you two are pretty similar. can't say no to you. Would rather die than admit it though. He tries to train you to be able to defend yourself if and when anyone tries to mess with you. his tail wags a lot when you're being really cute and you love and help him with his little cacti collection. He's proud of any accomplishments you do and likes to have you on his shoulders, it makes you smile so much and he can't help but smile too.

[multishipofools]

This is so freaking cute I can't even think of anything to write about this 💕😂

[written-in-knife]

@jadecat4 On it🫡

Blessed

Riddle, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia

Written with fem!reader in mind, can be read as any gender, literal hurt/comfort, swearing, kinda fluffy

tw: graphic descriptions of injuries, getting hit by vehicles, and hit and runs

Average around 650 words per character

pt.1 :: pt.2 :: pt.3 coming soon

Rounding out the housewardens, most of these dudes are canonical crybabies, I'm so excited lmaoo These are actually really fun to write? I'm most likely going to do more of these for everybody else, so stay tuned for that I guess. Also I'm a tags yapper if yall have any interest in my commentary

Riddle Rosehearts

It took you a long time of dating Riddle to convince him to leave campus with you. He had responsibilities, an entire dormitory of students to keep an eye on, he couldn't do that if he left campus with you. He only agreed to it after midterms were over and after you got Trey to promise he would uphold the set standards for a single evening. Even then, it was hard to get him to leave.

"My love, we're going to dinner, not on vacation." You teased as he went over his list with Trey for a fourth time. "Trey promised he would call if anything goes wrong, you'd be back here in fifteen minutes at most."

"I-I know!" He stammered, cheeks flushing at your light tone. "I just want to be sure."

He was able to get through the list once more before you pulled him out the door, Trey giving him a friendly shove on the way out. It's not as if the two of you had never been on dates before, but they were smaller affairs around the campus, never out in public. He was surprised to find that it was actually much more relaxed off campus, not having to fear any ridicule or drop in reputation from strangers he would never see again if he did something especially embarrassing in his lovestruck state. And you made it incredibly easy to be lovestruck. You were well aware at this point of his aversion to PDA, which made it all the more surprising when he was the one to reach out and grab your hand after you'd left the restaurant. You chatted idly about the food, your week, the weather, anything that popped into your heads as you started back towards campus. It was all incredibly easy with you.

You made it into a more residential area, watching a group of young kids playing basketball at a hoop just off the sidewalk. Riddle pointed out one of the kids, joking that he reminded him of Ace as he made the shot and missed, sending the ball bouncing away. You stifled a laugh as you watched the boy chase after the ball into the road. It was clear the kid wasn't paying attention to anything but the ball as a car came speeding down the road. You were behind the kid before you even realized what you were doing, the driver of the car laying on the horn, trying to swerve out of the way, to slam on the brakes as you shoved the kid forward as hard as you could. Riddle watched in horror as the car knocked you to the ground, stopping on top of you, one of your arms pinned under the tire and only your head and shoulders sticking out from beneath. He ran to you, ignoring the crying child who ran back towards the house, and stooped down to try to see your injuries. The car started to back up, dragging you across the road as it did, the tire rolling off your elbow with a sickening crunch. He shouted for them to stop as your blood smeared across the road between you, but they couldn't hear him. Or maybe didn't care. The best he could do for you was grab you under the arms to keep you from dragging further. Once the car had backed up enough to see you again, they spun the wheel and hit the gas, planning to leave. Riddle instinctively flung a spell at them, hitting the back passenger side door and only resulting in them driving faster. He so badly wanted to chase after them, make sure they were brought to justice, but he couldn't just leave you. He was very careful in how he rolled you over, supporting your head and trying his best to keep your arm still. He had to see your injuries, he had to see what he needed to fix. Your face had slammed into the pavement from the force at which you were knocked down, your nose clearly shattered, a still growing goose egg on your forehead, skin was ripped and flayed from where you were dragged across the rough surface, and your elbow... He wasn't sure how to fix something so incredibly crushed, nearly unrecognizable. But he had to try. He tried to triage what looked the most life threatening, the head injury of course. It was hard to see where he was aiming as he kept trying to blink tears away. In the time it took him to think through his plan, your body had settled. He was about to start his spell when there was another chilling crunch, moving his hands to see your nose repositioning itself, the goose egg shrinking, the road rash weaving shut. Your eyes were open.

All he could do was watch, frozen, as you sat up and turned to him, your injuries all but gone by the time your hands landed on his shoulders. You were saying something to him, he couldn't make out the words over the relieved sobbing coming out of his mouth. You pulled him into your arms, holding him tight and close as he clung to you. Even upon returning to the dorm, he didn't let go of your hand-- PDA be damned-- as he dragged you to his room. You weren't going to be leaving his side for a bit while he processed what happened, and with him so close, you really didn't mind.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul often bribed you to accompany him to town to meet with his vendors, promising to get you whatever you wished if you simply kept him company. You didn't need to be bribed to spend time with him, but if it made him feel better about asking, you weren't about to stop him. It was always fun spending time with him, especially when you were able to introduce him to new things. The first time you suggested boba was a treat to watch as his expression went through several stages of confusion before eventually coming to the conclusion that he did, in fact, enjoy it.

This time he took you for smoothies after meeting with his final vendor. You tried to always keep your requests from going too far out of the way and this one was just across the street. You listened intently to him talk about a new drink he wanted to serve at the lounge, an affogato. Apparently Floyd had read about it online and demanded to try it. He talked about how it ended up being quite enjoyable as he reached into the pocket of his jacket, trailing off as he reached into the other. You watched him pat around at his pockets for a second before groaning, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I'm sorry, my pearl, I think I left my wallet..." He sighed heavily.

"No, you had it when we left." You reminded him. "You probably just left it across the street. Save our spot, I'll go get it."

You gave him a wide smile and a kiss on the cheek, stopping any argument he may have had and running out of the building before he could come up with a new one. He chuckled at your antics and shook his head, watching you jog up to the street for a moment before turning back to the menu to see what he would want. While examining the menu, he heard a loud gasp and a "holy shit" from other patrons. He was going to ignore it when he heard one of them say "they hit somebody and they're just gonna drive away?!" Azul's head snapped around so fast, he worried he may strain something, until he looked out the large windows past the worried patrons. He couldn't see much, but he did spot hair that looked far too similar to yours. In the road. His heart dropped, and he silently begged that it wasn't you as he bolted out of the shop to the scene of the accident. His resolve nearly shattered as he approached. It was you. Broken limbs and torn skin and so much blood crumpled in the middle of the road. He barely thought about it as he ran forward, stammering out healing spells to try to fix it. He would do anything, pay any price, for this to not be happening, not be real. He tried so hard to choke down the sobs in his throat to keep working on you, because it was working! Skin was stitching back together, bones were popping back into place... He wasn't doing this. He pulled his hands away as he watched you grab your own mangled arm, shaking it out like a dish rag to pop the bones back into their correct place, groaning only slightly as you did. He was still choking back sobs as you sat up and turned to him.

"So, what flavor are you getting?"

The question stopped everything dead in its tracks, the tears, his shaking, his breath. He just stared blankly at you for a moment before he broke out laughing at the ridiculousness, which quickly devolved into crying. You apologized quickly, picking the both of you off the ground to just go home. He didn't care about his wallet, he didn't care about his image, he just wanted to go home with you, glad that he still could.

Kalim Al Asim

You and Kalim snuck out on occasion to go do things in town without Jamil, turning your phones off to keep him from calling you. More often than not, it was just the two of you wandering around, enjoying each other's company. You'd ended up finding some really cool spots on these outings; an arcade, a candy store, a little art studio that was only open to the public three days a week, even a little shop that made their own henna. Kalim was always excited to go and find more with you, always with you. He figured the plain clothes of his club outfit made it harder for people to recognize him and called it good enough, plus it made the lie that he was just going to club meetings easier for Jamil to believe. You usually ended up wearing his hat or flannel while you were out, Kalim loving to see you in his clothing usually distracted him from buying out everything that even partially caught your eye.

The two of you were walking out of a shop, fingers intertwined, you laughing at something Kalim was gushing about. You'd barely made it halfway down the block when there was a squeal of tires from behind you, and you glanced back just in time to see a black van with tinted windows hopping the curb to barrel in your direction. You barely had time to shove Kalim into the recessed doorway of a shop as the van sped down the sidewalk, bowling over you with ease before popping back into the road and speeding away. Kalim couldn't see you from the doorway, you'd been dragged further down. He started to praise you for being so quick to save you both as he got back to his feet and returned to the sidewalk. The praise died in his throat with a strained gasp when he spotted you, mangled form limp on the concrete. He wasted no time ripping his phone out of his pocket, holding the button down to turn it back on as he ran. He was already sobbing heavily as he scooped you into his arms, he tried not to think about the way your spine moved too easily, or how your legs were bent in the wrong places at the wrong angles. He held your too still body against his chest like it would shield you from what had already happened, blood soaking into the white shirt, into his skin. He could feel it slicking his hands. The second his phone was back on, he dialed Jamil who answered in one ring. Kalim didn't give him a chance to get a word out as he sobbed incoherent explanations and directions to him, begging him to come help, to come save you. He was too distracted trying to give Jamil directions to where they were, eyes too full of tears to see your legs pop back into place. It wasn't until he felt you reach up to crack your neck back into the correct position that he froze, quickly looking down to see you laying in his arms as if nothing had happened, smiling sweetly up at him. But he could still feel your blood on his hands. He resumed his sobbing, dropping his phone to the ground to put both of his arms around you, holding you as tight as he could allow himself to as he cried into your shoulder.

When you made it back to the dorm, after getting cleaned up, Jamil sat the two of you down in Kalim's room to lecture you about how reckless and irresponsible these trips had always been, how the van had likely been aiming for him. Kalim wasn't listening, not fully. He'd tangled his limbs up in yours, holding you close with his ear resting over your heart to listen to it beat as you combed your fingers through his hair. You responded to his every whispered apology with quiet reassurance, and he could do nothing but believe you when you told him it was going to be alright.

Vil Schoenheit

You'd gotten permission to leave campus for the full weekend with Vil as his date for his latest movie premiere in Maquillaville. The first day went by in a daze of flashing lights and shouted directions, the only thing keeping you from being too overwhelmed was Vil, always at your side. Fingers laced with yours, an arm around your waist, he could tell when you were getting too tense and was right there to ground you again. Despite the absolute flurry of activity, it was actually a highly enjoyable time. The movie was amazing, Vil had done a remarkable job in his role, even if he was sick of being type cast. You held hands through the entire premiere, Vil lifting your hand to his lips to gently kiss your knuckles when you quietly gushed about him being on screen.

The next morning, you headed out to the train station. Vil planned for the two of you to take the long way back to school so you both could bask in not having any responsibilities for one day. You were hoisting the bags out of the trunk of the cab and passing them to Vil on the sidewalk as he talked about what you could do to pass the time in the private cabin. You'd handed him the last bag with a smile and were closing the trunk when you heard a loud crunch from behind you. You didn't have time to turn around before the car behind you was pushed forward and slammed into your back, crushing you between the two vehicles. Vil screamed your name as he watched the car that had caused the accident back away from the one it had slammed into you and sped away. He was pissed that they were just leaving, but there were more pressing matters to attend to. He couldn't see any of your injuries yet, your lower half still firmly pinned between the cars, but there was a distressing amount of blood pooling at your feet and you had yet to lift your head. He could feel tears streaming down his cheeks as he grabbed your hand the same way he had at the premiere, albeit shaky and a lot tighter. There was no warning when the cab pulled forward to release you from the pin, no way for Vil to keep you from just crumpling to the ground at his feet. He paid no mind to the blood that would soak into his pants as he knelt down next to you, lifting your head to rest in his lap. He only got to see how disfigured your pelvis and upper legs were for a moment before they started to move, flattened bones filling back out to return to their normal shape. He was too focused on your injuries disappearing before his eyes to notice your hand reach up to cup his cheek, causing him to startle and yelp.

"Are we going to miss our train?" You asked, far too casually for his liking.

He sighed heavily, leaning his head further into your touch. "Yes, darling, we are going to miss our train."

Idia Shroud

It was hard enough as is to get Idia to leave his room, let alone Ignihyde, let alone the campus. There was one thing you could get him to join you for in town, and that was game releases. There was just something about waiting in line for a physical copy release. You didn't know if it was the nostalgia or what, but it got Idia off campus with you early in the morning to wait for the store to open. And so what if afterwards you dragged him somewhere in public to grab breakfast? He was already off campus, how much worse could it possibly get?

The two of you hadn't even made it to the diner yet, Idia hidden in his hoodie listening to you excitedly talk about this new game release and how you couldn't wait to play it with him. He'd chime in with his own commentary here and there, just loud enough for you to hear him, while giving the minimal strangers on the sidewalk a wide berth. He pulled out his phone to look up the answer to a question you'd asked about it, while you pulled slightly ahead of him to cross the road. He'd only looked down for a second when he heard tires squeal, then a sickening thud and crunch. In the brief moment it took for him to look down at his phone, and back up, you were laid out on the pavement, a car peeling off down the street away from the scene. He nearly fumbled his phone in his hurry to press the emergency beacon for Ortho to follow as he hurried over to you.

"No, no, no..."

The sight was nearly enough to make him pass out; the back of your shirt ripped open-- a disturbing amount of skin along with it-- from where the car went over top of you, your hand and one of your legs were nearly unrecognizable from where they had been crushed under the wheels, your hand was too close to your head, way too close. He ripped his hoodie off, pressing it into the large wound on your back with shaking hands. He couldn't do this again, he couldn't lose another person that meant so much to him, not again. He was begging for you to stay with him under his breath, through his panicked tears, when he felt movement under his hands. He saw the disfigured shape of what had been your hand start to writhe with the movement of the bones underneath as they returned to their correct placements. That was all he saw before he passed out. When he came back to, he was in his bed in the dorm. For a moment, he thought it was just another horrible nightmare until he looked over and saw you at his desk, wearing one of his clean hoodies, playing on your phone with the start menu of the game the two of you had picked up on his screen. You glanced over, giving him a wide smile when you met his eyes, as if you hadn't been mutilated in the road the last time he saw you.

"Hey, you okay?" You asked, moving over to sit next to him on the bed.

He didn't say anything, just grabbed your hand-- the one that had been crushed-- and pulled it to him to press the back of it against his cheek. He probably wasn't okay, but he was so immensely glad that you were.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO USE MY WORK TO TRAIN AI

MASTERLIST

[wolfdragonx]

I'm a sucker for hurt/comfort stuff like this, especially when it's as well written as this. I also like the dash of silly with Yuu/reader (although I'd be upset too if I lost free cheesecake 😭)

[multishipofools]

Obey Me Incorrect Quote #6

Lucifer: I've never been so insulted in my life!

Satan: You've never been so insulted? Well now, I'm insulted.

(Source: The Nanny - Season 3 Episode 11)

[ivorydragoness44]

Bernard the elf x elf!Reader: Inspection

Word Count: 1,083

Warnings/Notes: elf!reader, gender neutral insert reader, mutual pining, Reader falling BUT is unharmed, tinsel

Summary: Upon hearing a simple compliment from the Head Elf, the Reader finds themselves in a barrel of tinsel...who will come to their rescue??

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​    Christmas. The most undoubtedly wonderful time of the year. As December neared, the final stretch to complete the gifts for the children of the world was in full swing. And, as always in the past few decades, Christmas and toy delivery was a success. Record high numbers of children on the Nice List. And growing with each passing year. And it was all thanks to the hard work of the elves of the North Pole, and the leadership of Santa Claus. ​    With December so close, quality checks were even more crucial. Each toy needed to work as they should; not just look good. Your department, however, was a little different.

​    Tinsel. Not just for decoration. It was a Christmas essential. The sparkle, the versatility. It definitely had it's uses, even for Santa's first Christmas at the North Pole. ​    It had to be the right colors, the right width. Everything had to be precise. So it came as no surprise to you that you would have dreams about it. Sometimes not so great ones. All the more reason for you to take great care in your work.

​    Running the streamers of tinsel through your fingers, you carefully inspected each strand. No faded sparkle or dull edge would escape your finely festive sight.     Santa was making his rounds through the workshop. It was only a matter of time before he got to you. Though, even as important as it was, it was by no means nerve-racking. Santa was kind and, of course, jolly. He could not bare to see a single tear. Not that he ever did with any of the elves. It would probably take something like an announcement of retirement to do that. Unlikely.

​    "Excellent job." You heard Santa praise nearby. His warm voice stood out against the everyday elf.     It was almost time. Wheels were tested, bear bows were complimented, and tinsel was to be inspected. But then, you heard him. The Head Elf. ​    "Ready, Santa?" Asked of Bernard, only a stone throws away. ​    "Oh yeah," Santa clapped his hands together. "It's tinsel time." ​    Your name danced out of the elf's mouth. It was so smooth and bright that it stilled you. "They're such a hard working elf. It really shows."

​    At his words, your heart rang like a chorus of silver bells. Your mood soared high, but your foot veared to the side. A stray strand of tinsel. You never saw it lying there on the floor, and you definitely were not going to see it any time soon. The slip was fast, entirely unexpected. You soon found yourself toppled over into a barrel full of the decoration. ​    A collective gasp reached your finely tipped ears. "ELF DOWN!" ​    Reflexively, you kicked your feet. A meager attempt to free yourself somehow. It was difficult to say the least. That barrel was absolutely packed with tinsel. It would be a Christmas miracle to not find a single strand of it somehow still on you in the new year. ​    Through your sigh of defeat, you stilled and let your legs hang, suspended in the air. "Well…jingles…"

​    "Nobody panic!" Santa called over, his voice getting closer. "We've had worse!" ​    "What's the plan, Santa?" A fellow tinsel elf asked, a small thud hitting the side of the barrel. ​    "Alright, here's what we're going to do," Santa began. "You guys hold the barrel down." ​    "Check." ​    "Great. Now, uh… Bernard, can you reach in there and get ahold of their hands?" ​    "I'll do my best," the head elf said with some obvious uncertainty. ​     Wanting nothing more than to be two feet on the ground again, you reached up, your hands springing free of the tinsel. ​    "Whoa! Thanks for the jumpscare. Straight out of a horror movie." Santa gasped, staring into the barrel. "Go ahead, Bernard."

​    A pair of hands touched you. Each wrapped warmly around your wrists, and you mirrored the action, securing the hold. ​    "Alright…now, on the count of three," Santa instructed, grabbing your legs. "One……two……NOW!" ​    One firm yank, and you felt your world rotate back to normal, hands releasing their hold on you. You saw none of it, of course. The tinsel you had fallen into clung on like Velcro. ​    "Wow…you look like a festive Cousin It," Santa remarked in awe. ​    "Thank you, Santa."

    A shake of your arms and the weight of the tinsel began to lessen. There certainly was enough to spare for the whole winter season.     "There you are," Bernard smiled brightly, his fingers pulling aside the metallic decor in search of your face.     A smile of your own pulled at your lips at the sight of him. His closeness was surprising, but not unwelcomed. "I guess I can't hide in here forever," you shrugged, more tinsel falling off of you.     "Yeah, but, the tinsel really brings out the color of your eyes," Bernard said earnestly.     Your heart bloomed at the declaration. "Really?" Hopefulness sparkling in your eyes.     "Of course," he said as if any notion otherwise would be ridiculous. Then, his head tilted cutely as he inclined closer to you. "Would I lie to you?"     There was no hesitation in shaking your head in response to his question. Never had he lied to you. There was no reason to. And honestly, you did not think him even remotely capable of such a thing.

    Santa smiled, rubbing his hands together. "As far as tinsel inspection goes…it looks good to me. It certainly glimmers and hangs well. Good job, team!" ​    The other elves in the department cheered happily. Sometimes they tended to tease Santa in showing off the tinsel. However, it looked as though he would not have to worry about having baskets of the decoration dumped overtop his head that year. You had indirectly completed some field testing.

​    Bernard lingered as Santa turned to head to the next station. Carefully, he plucked a few strands off of your head as you brushed off the rest. ​    "Hey," he spoke softly, your eyes meeting his. "Maybe you'd like to join me for some hot cocoa later?" ​    Your eyes widened. Had you heard correctly? "I…" ​    "Bernard!" Santa called. ​    Hurriedly, before your chance could be lost forever, you nodded. "Yes," you smiled. "I'd love to." ​    "Great," he grinned bigger than you had ever witnessed before. "I'll see you later." Stumbling backward with a sheepish grin and a laugh to match, he scurried off to rejoin Santa.

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Thank you for reading!

If you'd like to read more from me, the pinned post on my blog has everything. Years worth. Feel free to browse around.

[maybemanyskeletonhats]

The elves reacting to a hero who cuddles in their sleep.

(Excluding Mannimarco from this, may add him later.)

Vivec finds it really touching. He wants them to feel safe and for them to actively seek him out even when they aren't awake makes him feel like he's doing good by them. Will definitely return the embrace, provides great hot and cold cuddles so they don't worry about it. However they both wake up in a less than graceful looking pile in the morning.

Sotha Sil's eyes become soft as he gazes at the vestige. It means more then he could ever say that they are so comfortable around him. Truly, he wonders what sent them to him of all mer.

Seht is pleasantly warm, and his heartbeat is steady and rhythmic, he lets them sleep for how ever long they want too.

He may not enjoy distractions from his tinkering, but the vestige is the only person who has the key to his heart.

Almalexia barely bats an eye as the vestige put all of their weight into her lap. Her long slender fingers tenderly weeding through their hair.

There was a time when she'd do this to another...but now, they were just about the only thing she really cared about. Ayem doesn't care, she knows she loves them, and they love her.

She doesn't even notice that for once, her godhood was less important.

Voryn Dagoth accepts the embrace no questions asked. All that pent up stress from trying so hard. It makes him feel better.

Wants them to sleep as long as they can before they both have to go back to the cruel reality. At least, when he gets to hold them after a long day he's reminded that maybe...just maybe, Nirn wasn't so bad after all.

Ondolemar tries to act annoyed. But his angry face quickly falls when he sees how peaceful they are when they finally get to sleep. He glances between them, and their arm which they'd slung around his waist. Great. He wasn't moving then.

Reminds himself that they run around Skyrim for the better of...other people, him. Just so they can live properly. Well...he quietly thought to himself, it's the least I can give right?

Neloth barely sleeps, so he had to of sat down with them. Neloth doesn't even notice as they drift off as he eats the meal he screamed for kindly asked for. Halfway through his tea he looks over passingly, gaze pausing on them. As he looks they lean their head on his shoulder.

Neloth scoffs, though his ears are weirdly warm. They can do that...just till he's done eating.

Divayth Fyr is probably the one who put them to sleep in the first place. He'd rocked his daughters to sleep so the Nerevarine was no different. If they lay on him, so be it. He doesn't mind. Might adjust every now and again, but otherwise doesn't even move them.

Teldryn Sero snorts when he feels the weight press against him full force. It probably didn't help it was freezing outside the tiny tent they'd huddled in.

He may not hold them in return, but he makes it clear in the morning that he finds it endearing.

[dergnblaze]

PLZ ADD MANNIMARCO. ;_;

[maybemanyskeletonhats]

Mannimarco grunts when he feels them lean against him. His cheeks grow warm and if he wasn't so flushed he would have pushed them away. But...but they're so warm. He's conflicted for a few minutes. Before smoothing his palm out on the small of their back.

When the sun rises, he says nothing even as they grow flushed at what they'd done. Secretly, he wouldn't mind if they did it again.

[multishipofools]

I love your writing, seriously I've read your stuff over and over again I never tire of it. Especially with certain characters, grumpy old Neloth, evil pretty mer Mannimarco and cute clockwork mer Sotha Sil ❤️

[multishipofools]

Obey Me Incorrect Quote #5

I like to think that in the early years of rule it took a while for Diavolo to adjust, particularly to Barbatos. For example :

[simultaneously] Barbatos/ Diavolo: Yes My Lord?/ Barbatos.

Diavolo: Don't do that!

Barbatos: Yes My Lord, you wanted to see me?

Diavolo: Yes, but let me say I want to see you before I see you.

Barbatos: Yes My Lord, you wanted to see these? [pushing sheaf of papers to Diavolo]

Diavolo: How do you know that?

Barbatos: That's why you called me.

Diavolo: Oh yeah.

Barbatos: [reaching for different papers] You wanted me to take these?

Diavolo: [absently] Yeah.

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I imagine Barbatos being kind of like Radar from M*A*S*H, just being like 2 steps (or days?) ahead.

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Just a funny thought I have sometimes. I mean, especially with the Dwemer ruins that are largely inhabited like Markarth, I can only imagine the absolute confusion and chaos that would occur if all the Dwemer reappeared.

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Fallout 4 Incorrect Quote 4

(Encountering a rude jerk)

Curie: You, you, you rude person! 😾

Sole: Go easy on him Curie.

(Source: Golden Girls - Season 2 Ep. 8)

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The Arcana Imagine

Imagine Nadia as Dorothy Zbornak on birthday at Mr. Ha Ha’s Hot Dog Hacienda - Her sisters thought it would be a good idea. 🥳

Just a silly little thought. 🤡

(Image not mine)

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The Arcana Incorrect Quote #4

Lucio: Noddy, what was your first impression of me?

Nadia: I thought you wore too much makeup and were a slut... I was wrong. You don't wear too much makeup.

(Source - The Golden Girls - Season 1 Ep. 3)

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BNHA Incorrect Quote #3

Izuku: I've found my father! My natural father!

Uraraka: He's alive?

Tenya: He's in Musutafu?

Shouto: He's an earthling?

(Source - The Golden Girls - Season 6 Ep. 2)

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Game of Thrones Prompt

What if Robert Baratheon had a younger sister that looked just like their paternal grandmother. You know, silver blonde hair and violet eyes. Would he make her the exception when it came to being “Dragonspawn”? I'm genuinely curious how things would turn out in this scenario, maybe it changes nothing or maybe everything.

Maybe she'd be seen as the more legitimate heir to the Iron Throne.

Or perhaps she's hidden away, her brothers refusing any and all attempts at betrothals.

Either way I'd read a fic like this in a heartbeat but I've yet to find one.

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Julian: Asra, you do know we broke up last week right?

Asra: Yeah

Julian: Then why do you still keep coming over?

Mazelinka: He broke up with YOU, not me

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Love this 😆❤️

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Obey Me Incorrect Quote #4

MC: Asmo, what are you doing here?

Asmodeus: Well, I heard moaning and screaming coming from your room and I figured... I should be part of it. ~❤️

(Source: The Nanny - Season 4 Ep. 4)

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hello!! could i request hcs for the brothers reactions to an mc with BIG chaotic/dumbass energy?? like will fall for anything, with pull stupid stunts bc someone dared them to, no filter so they say all the dumb things they think of immediately, etc?? plr and thank you 😊

Oh look that's me-

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MC with chaotic/dumbass energy

Gender neutral MC

Warnings: cursing

Lucifer

You're killing this man's last nerves.

You're like a second Mammon and he's already overwhelmed with the original.

"If we clean the vacuum cleaner does that make us the vacuum cleaner?"

"MC, I love you, but please stop."

You once tried to swing on a chandelier at Diavolo's castle and ended up destroying part of the ceiling.

Honestly it's a mystery to everyone how a perfectionist like Lucifer ended up with someone as chaotic as you, but he loves you endlessly.

Mammon

There's only one thing I can say to this: two halfs of one whole idiot.

You two are slowly killing Lucifer which is kinda funny tbh.

Seeing the distress on his face when you fuck things up is something to die for.

You manage to make a chaos out of one simple task.

"The washing machine is broken."

"So you threw all the clothes in the lake?!"

You two are made for each other. You can fight me on that.

Levi

Finds your chaotic way to deal with things super funny.

The second you arrive almost all of his posts are about you and your, I quote, "legendary stunts".

"Do you think I can catch an apple with my mouth?"

"I don't kno-"

"Levi, throw that apple at me!"

The conversations you two have at 3am are something...special.

"If you clean the shower does that make you the shower of your shower?"

"Wooooaaaaaaahhhh"

Satan

Quickly notices how you accept every single dare no matter how stupid or dangerous it is. You never back down.

So he decides to see where your limits are and I wish him good look, because you don't have any.

He's not sure if you're super brave or just a big dumbass.

"I dare you to make a backflip off of that table."

"Fuck, yea, I'll do it!"

"No! No one is making a backflip here, Satan, stop daring MC all the time!"

He surely has his fun with you.

Asmo

Finds you so cute. He can't put it in words.

Loves how you say everything that pops up in your mind immediately. It reminds him of himself.

He's also rather amused by your stunts, but tries to stop you when it's too dangerous.

"MC, you gotta watch out for that beautiful face of yours!"

Brace yourself, because whenever you trip over something or your own feet he WILL say: "Of course you fell for me."

Beel

Your self-announced protector/bodyguard.

If he has to he will even carry you around so nothing happens to you.

"MC, I dare you to-"

"No. Now go away."

It's so wholesome how he watches out for you. Asmo ships it ngl. (So am I)

Whenever you say something stupid and someone makes fun of you for it their face can meet Beel's fist.

The strong must protect the cute.

Belphie

Everything you do or say makes him laugh so hard.

Loves how you make Lucifer's life more difficult with each day you're here at the Devildom.

Much like Satan he dares you to do stuff all the time to see where your limits are. He also hasn't found them yet.

Sometimes, only sometimes, he's a bit annoyed.

"If we stub our toe against a table did the table stub its toe too?"

"For Diavolo's sake IT'S THREE IN THE MORNING! SLEEP!"

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Rules

Masterlist

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Keeping this post alive, I LOVE anything/everything chaotic mc 🤪❤️

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Fallout 4 Incorrect Quote 2

[the girls are looking in the theater]

Piper: I can't see a thing.

Curie: What kind of a movie is this?

Patron: [yelling] Rip his throat out!

Cait: It's a musical Curie.

(When I imagine this I think of the Mess Tent in M*A*S*H that they sometimes used to watch movies in on an old projector. It might not apply to the Fallout Universe but that's just me. Also what are the gals lookin' for? idk use your imagination I'm done for now XD)

(Source: The Golden Girls - Season 2 Ep. 21)

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I haven't forgotten that I would bring up less popular fandoms (if there are any for some) so let me introduce "The Tamir Triad" trilogy by Lynn Flewelling.

It's been a long time since I've read the series but you best believe I absolutely fell in love with it and read it more than once. While doing so I looked up as much fan art & fanfiction as I could (as you do).

Imagine my disappointment when I didn't find much of either, there was some fanart I found that was absolutely amazing and when I get the chance I'll try and find it again and share if I can.

I'm surprised it's not more popular, I know it's not Lord of the Rings or Game of Thrones but it's still good in its own right. It has fantasy, strong female characters, magic and an interesting coming of age story.

Anyways I cannot recommend this series enough and I really hope that its fan base grows, it deserves it. ~❤️