#anomnomnonymous

[noneknowingaxolotl]

*sees you, stops chewing on my necklace*

I imagine that when you have a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, to Mateo it feels like he’s standing behind you and crossing his arms in front of your neck. 

When you grab the fabric and pull it tighter around yourself, to him it feels like you’re clutching his arms and pulling him closer. 

When you lay a blanket across your lap, to him it feels like laying down and burying his face in your stomach. Wrapping his arms tightly around your hips as your hands rest in his hair.

When you drape a blanket over your arm to carry it, it manifests as linking your arms together and walking side-by-side. 

When you flop down onto your /bed/couch/chair and nuzzle your face into the covers, it feels like your trying to hug him. Even from two worlds away. God, he wishes he could hug you back.

And then one day, you get a new pair of glasses.

Anomnomnonymous

REAL he would be the one most acquainted with physical touch from you out of all the dateables I think. Betty and Koa are up there, but unlike them Mateo is something you can wrap around yourself, take with you, drape over your shoulders while you walk around the house or bundle up to bury your head into. He’d already consider you close friends before you got the glasses, and afterwards, he’d be overjoyed that he would finally be able to show you some affection back. I can imagine him being so comfortable with you he forgets that he’s practically a stranger to you, and instinctively rest his head on your shoulder or loop his arm with yours just because touch with you feels so natural. He’d be a little taken aback if you act nervous or confused about it, and have to take a moment to register that you don’t actually know him. Most of his rescues are just as affectionate, which usually ends with you buried under a pile you can’t escape from.

[noneknowingaxolotl]

*munches on you* I feel like once Dante is realized, he’ll want to be touching you constantly. He never had the chance to get close to you before without having to worry about burning you or setting your clothes on fire. But now, he can hold your hands as long as he likes! He can press kisses to your neck, and bury his face in your hair, and scoop you up into his arms! It takes some getting used to, still hesitant to let you near him at first. Still wondering why he feels so cold, but eventually his brain catches up with his new circumstances. Eventually he’ll realize, he doesn’t really need to let go at all.

(sorry this one’s so short, though my last few asks have been absurdly long lol.)

Anomnomnonymous

THIS IS SO REAL HE’D BE SO HAPPY

It’d be hard for him to adjust to being human, and I can imagine him getting cold incredibly easy since before being realized, he didn’t feel ‘cold’ at all. I think he would probably seek out your body heat a lot in the beginning months, and even after he adjusts to temperature changes he’ll claim to still be cold so he can continue to have an excuse to be clingy. He’s probably big on sharing clothes, too.

[noneknowingaxolotl]

hello *nibbles ur fingers* randomly thought of Kristoff with a homeowner who used to do martial arts? Or probably they just got into a bunch of fights in college lol. I was thinking the second Kristoff starts demanding that they fight him, they’re just like “aw sick! I haven’t thrown hands in ages!” And just immediately throws down. Completely catches him off guard. (This might be a dumb idea but I can’t stop laughing about it)

Anomnomnonymous

this one hit close to home bc I used to do martial arts aksjsksk (chomps your forearm)

Kristof would absolutely be so down to fight with anyone, but with you he felt a slight flicker of concern. He won’t hold back no matter what, of course, and ultimately he was more excited than worried. After all, almost nobody else in the house would ever even dare to challenge him. He would demand you fight him, expecting you to back down like everyone else does.

Imagine his surprise when, instead, you eagerly jump at the chance, proclaiming you hadn’t had a good fight in ages. A warrior should be prepared for anything, but nothing could have prepared him for this. When you threw the first punch, he was completely blindsided, and it took him a moment to fully reboot and get into the swing of things. It turns out that not only did you have the guts, you also had the moves to back it up. This is the one sure fire way to make him fall in love instantly btw. It’s hard for him to deny feelings when he’s feeling the sting from your fist on his jaw, basking in the afterglow of a proper battle.

[noneknowingaxolotl]

Hi Hi! *gnaws on you*

idk if you write for Dorian (or beau and hove, they could also fit in this ig) or if your ok with hurt/comfort (cw for panic attacks btw) but if you are then I have this really really old recurring idea. Like, I thought of this within my first few days of being in the fandom and only just thought of sharing it XD

player with anxiety/ptsd/something else, who frequently gets panic attacks. They don’t feel safe out in the open when they can’t control their breathing or their thoughts and can barely make themselves move, so when their chest starts tightening and their vision starts to blur they immediately book it for the laundry room closet. The space is small, dark, and warm. They squeeze comfortably between the boxes and the vacuum, leaning their head against their knees and hugging themselves tightly until their frantic, gasping breaths smooth out into a fragile wheezing.

Dorian is feeling two things; sympathy, he hates seeing you in pain and if the tears streaming down your face are any indication then this is a very uncomfortable experience for you, and pride, that you would trust him to protect you in such a vulnerable position. He’s honored that through your anxiety, you came to him. If you ask him, the only use this closet has, is guarding you against the outside world in your moments of need.

-Anomnomnonymous

I have been so not on the ball with asks I have some languishing in my inbox since October I am SO sorry chat 😭

Dorian had been a witness to your pain for years. It was a habit of yours, to run for the laundry room closet each time you were experiencing an attack. Even if you couldn’t see him, and couldn’t know he was there, he took it as his sworn duty to protect that room at all costs. You had entrusted him with your entire comfort, how could he let you down? He would admit to feeling some sort of pride, knowing it was him you came to in your most vulnerable moments. He just sometimes wished he could be a more tangible presence to you. That he could help you directly.

When you finally got the dateviators, that wish came true. After so long of seeing you in pain (one of his least favourite sights in the world) from the sidelines, he could finally be there to protect you emotionally as well as physically. He would take all the time in the world to talk you through it, hoping his calm voice can be an anchor for you. If you allow him to touch you, he’ll rub your shoulders or hold you against him, shielding you from the world. He’d let you stay with him for as long as you wanted, until you felt better again. And afterward, he’d feel so much lighter for the rest of the day, knowing you’d allowed him to fulfill his duty.

[noneknowingaxolotl]

You take a few steps back, squinting as you try to visualize Dorian’s joke about a double-door.

“Would that even fit in he- oop! Sorry, hun.”

You absentmindedly cut yourself off, apologizing instinctually as soon as your hip makes contact with the table.

“It’s alright, sweetheart.” You whip around instantly, eyes wide, only to remember what exactly the lenses on your face do exactly, and bury your embarrassed smile in your hands. 

Abel’s laugh is light and teasing, it pairs well with the quiet chuckle Dorian thought he could hide. 

“D’you forget I was there darlin’?” Abel wraps his arms around your waist still snickering softly as he tucks his face into your neck, forcing your hands away from your blushing face. 

“No…? …ANYWAY-“ you do your best to move the conversation away from your silly mistake, but you all know it’s no use. This is neither the first, nor the last time that this will happen.

(GRAAGAGAHAARR IDK how good this is but I wanted to try anyways. I hope you liked it! <3)

-Anomnomnonymous

THATS SO FIREE Ineedthattablesobad—

[noneknowingaxolotl]

*nom* You were the only person you knew with zero soulmate marks. You spent years by yourself, knowing everyone else was destined for a joy you’d never have. Sam was always willing to listen, but you never wanted to talk. What was there to talk about? How incomplete you felt? How inferior? How every time you looked in the mirror you were reminded of just how alone you were? How alone you would alwaysbe? No. There was nothing to talk about.

The dateables didn’t understand it. They had all been told about the few times Sam managed to squeeze a few words out of you, but none of what you had said was true. From what they could tell you were covered in soul marks. Why would you feel the need to isolate yourself the way you do? You were clearly meant to be so very loved. Some of the objects, Amir, Betty, Hector, and Fantina, to name a few, secretly (or not so secretly) hoped that some of your marks might match theirs. And it wasn’t until you received a mysterious package that they realized they did.

If the shock of the past few hours wasn’t enough to give you a heart attack, then the shock of what you saw with your first glance in the mirror certainly was. You froze the second you noticed the deeply colored markings scattered all across your hands, neck and face. Slowly, and carefully as to avoid knocking the dateviators out of place, you removed your shirt to find even more marks coating your skin. They were always there, but you never knew.

(I didn’t know where to put this but I wanted to say something about how our first time touching Daisuke is when we trip and land on top of him so there’s one unique soul mark lol.) Also! Dude, I didn’t even think of the soulmate marks just looking different that’s such a good idea! I just remembered what one of the other questions I had for you was. Do you think that when a Dateable is realized, the soul mark that corresponds to them becomes visible to humans?

Anomnomnonymous

AHHHHH THIS CONCEPTT IS SO COOL

Imagine living your entire life thinking you have 0 soulmates then randomly finding out you have ONE HUNDRED of em I honestly don’t think I’d be able to recover

I think that the most logical answer would be that they would become visible to other humans once they’re human too, but I also kinda like the idea of only the homeowner and the realized objects being able to see them. (Also the homeowner would be just COVERED head to toe in soulmarks they’d draw some eyes lmaoo)

[noneknowingaxolotl]

*nips at you*

I don’t know if this is something you have any interest in, but lately my attention has been grabbed by the concept of “soulmate AUs.” So, naturally, I wrote a date everything drabble for it. But before I send it to you I wanted to ask for your opinion on a few things. 

My favorite is the first touch/colored birthmark AU, because I think it has a lot of potential, it’s polyamory friendly, and has minimal chances for false matches. 

Do you think that a human with an object/concept soulmate would be able to see their soulmarks, or would they need the dateviators? (For angst purposes I wrote that they can’t) (and also for convenience purposes I decided that they need to touch the dateable’s human manifestation and not the object itself.) 

I thought I had more questions but I can’t remember them right now so I’ll just go ig. (also apparently I’ve left enough asks for me need a thesaurus to find more synonyms of “bite” lol)

Anomnomnonymous

Are you joking I LOVE soulmate aus they carried my early experience with fanfiction

I actually really like the idea that a human wouldn’t be able to see a mark without the dateviators, or maybe the mark looks different then it would from another human? Like instead of a classic birthmark it could look more like a vitiligo patch, white scarring, or a small port-wine stain before the dateviators. Maybe theyd believe they don’t have a soul mark when its really in plain sight.

Also it would be EXTREMELY funny if touching their object form before the datieviators counted like Imagine your soulmate is Freddy and you go to open your new fridge and suddenly your hand lights up with a soul mark long before the dateviators. Genuinely wtf do you do in that situation

[noneknowingaxolotl]

Hello! *nom* sorry I’ve been gone so long! Life got really hectic and I didn’t have time, energy, or inspiration to write anything. I managed to make this tho! It’s super self-indulgent 😅 anyways hope you’ve been well! And I hope you enjoy :)

If there was one thing the datables knew about you, it was that sometimes, you just needed noise. Whether you were calling a friend to hear them talk, playing music at far to high a volume, or talking aloud to yourself, it didn’t matter. You hated the sound of an empty house.

They were the first ones to know about your day when you recapped it to yourself as you cooked dinner, they were always informed about your latest hyperfixations and interests, and they loved to hear your constant singing. They would’ve wondered why you needed to talk so badly, but you explained it yourself over and over again. 

You’d always say that talking to yourself was a “bad habit”, that it was “a sign of mental illness”, but just as often, you’d say that there was no better way to understand your own thoughts then to verbalize them. The cacophony of noise inside your head was eased by the sound outside.

When the dateviators arrived, you were mortified. They could see what an effort you put into quieting down. But in all honesty, they missed listening to the human radio.

This was originally gonna be about a music obsessed homeowner but talking to yourself is close enough I guess. (Can you tell I have ADHD? 🙃) I’m Struggling with a capital S over here lmao.

Anomnomnonymous

ABSOLUTE CINEMA I’m so sorry for responding so late but I always love reading your ideas they’re so fireee

I always thought that really, despite having lived with the homeowner for (seemingly) years, there would be almost no way for the objects to know much about them beyond their day to day habits besides extrapolating based on what little they had. But if the homeowner was someone who talked to themselves, that would result in much more friendly objects one the dateviators rolled around, because They’d already ‘know’ you to some extent, if that makes sense.