#poppywine

[naffeclipse]

Briar!Y/N: I brought you this cloak because I care for you.

Eclipse: Tch. I'll wear it if I must. Now, excuse me.

Eclipse, behind closed doors:

guys we're being too nice its scaring him

HE AND HIS SNAKES ARE BLUSHING!! HE'S ADORABLE, AUGH!

[lunarmoves]

POV: You enter his shop right after said crashout and he has to play like he's so so so normal bc he doesn't want to scare you, his s/o

this took me like an hour in photoshop lel

LMAOOOOOOOOOOO HELPPPPPPPPPPPPP i think he's about to burst a vein fr.

he smiles at you with strained, sharp teeth and squints at you with crescent-shaped eyes that twitch occasionally even as you're just standing there doing nothing. and when he speaks, it's in this terse voice that makes you wonder if you did anything wrong. this fish monster... thing obviously doesn't want you here, even as it's clear he's trying to force himself to calm down. he hasn't killed you yet, though, so you'll take it as a cautious win.

but when you warily start talking to him when it becomes apparent he has every bit of interest in you, his shoulders start to ease. he blinks and the teal glow of his gaze seems to soften.

and when he smiles at you, it's so familiar in a way that makes your stomach clench.

[rocksinmuffin]

Bringing back an old fandom here— can i pretty please get a FNV fic with courier 6 being good friends with Marcus the supermutant? He’s such a cool dude I’d love to have some nuka with him

You’ve been pacing outside doc Henry’s place for what feels like hours, though the sun has barely moved in the sky. You know there’s a lot you could be doing right now—a lot of people counting on you to do the work no one else can be bothered with—but nothing shy of Legion attack could pull you away from your spot.

You have to be here for Lily. Just like she’s always there for you.

So you pace and tap your foot and pace some more outside the Jacobstown Lodge until you wear a path through the dirt.

“She’s going to be okay.”

You jolt at the sudden voice, shoulders tensing then quickly relaxing once you see who it is.

Marcus sidles up to you, his presence as calming as he is large. In his hands are two bottles of lukewarm Nuka Cola. He holds out one of them to you.

“Lily’s a tough ol’ gal,” he says, pushing the bottle closer to you until you finally take it. “And Doctor Henry is the best at what he does. It’ll take more than a few tests to hurt her.”

“Yeah,” you agree, but it’s obvious from your tone you’re far from reassured. You fiddle with the bottle in your hand, dirty fingernails tapping against the glass.

Marcus twists the cap off his own bottle, taking a swig of it, but keeps his eyes on you. He says nothing, just looks at you softly—almost expectantly—until the silence eats away at your nerves.

“It’s just—” you cut yourself off, not sure if you should say what you’re thinking out loud. But Marcus looks at you with eyes so soft and patient you feel completely disarmed by them. “I know Lily wants to do everything she can to help the other Nightkin, but why does it have to be her? She knows the risks to her mental state, her memory, but she’s so determined that it has to be her. Why does it have to be her burden to bear?”

And Marcus nods his head in thought and understanding, glass of Nuka Cola looking so small in his fist. “You’re right,” he agrees, “It isn’t her burden alone to bear. But she wouldn’t be Lily if she didn’t do everything in her power to help other people, even if it means putting herself at risk. Though I’m sure you wouldn’t know anything about that,” he teases with a flash of teeth.

You smile back sheepishly. He’s got you there.

“Now drink,” he says, lightly clapping you on the back of the shoulder. “You’ll be no good to Lily if she comes out and you’ve passed out from heatstroke.”

“Can’t argue with that logic,” you say as you twist off the cap and take a drink.

[sipofchai]

rotating the concept you posted earlier about tenna x music app darkner in my head because it’s so peak. Lord of Screens x Lady of Streams (my name for it lol) and all the tension that comes with it is such a delightful concept to explore. I feel like their public appearances on each other’s medium of choice would be so dramatic on both ends behind the scenes (giving the visiting guest an uncomfortable chair for their interview, craft tables full of food they hate) but behind the scenes theyre doing the most cliche rivals to lovers shit imaginable. Meme for understanding

is this anything

"is this anything" babe this is EVERYTHING

like ohhhh my god the uncomfy chairs and disgusting crafty table asldkfjd. i'm also thinking a lot about the different possible ways in which the Lady of Streams could present herself to the public.

bc, like, there's the version where she cares a good bit less than Tenna does about being universally adored. she'll play the game to get ahead, sure, but it's a bit different than his whole Running For Mayor Of Nothing schtick. he's built a career off of being wholesome daytime-TV host; whereas she, in this brave new modern era, could probably get away with a more "media training fears her" kind of public persona. she can get away with throwing cutesy little jibes at him on camera in a way that he cannot reciprocate, which would drive him NUTS. why do people like her for being mean? that would NEVER have flown in his day!

the other possibility is that she does care, and has somehow managed an image as the dark world's ultimate sweetheart. which would also drive him nuts, in the opposite direction. what do you mean everyone thinks she's sweet and charming. and how come she's sweet and charming to everyone but him. and how come people are starting to like her MORE than they like HIM ohhh he would throw a fit

[hecklefreckled]

the way you draw doey is SO good like

him!!!!!

EEEE thankyu!!!!! 🥺 <33

[trashcatmonster]

Also if you want to maybe do a request, maybe sans pov for the first date fic from ao3? Or the next date after their initial one! You decide :)

well! since you asked so nicely!

title: a big appetite

summary: “Hey! Sorry to bother you, but I’ve got this friend…”

ao3 link: here!

fic text under cut!

Sans wasn’t really sure what to expect when that human had approached him, shit eating grin taking up their entire face and making him shuffle nervously. He had thought that maybe they’d stopped him to make fun of him or something, pull his leg because he’d been standing around in a mall he’d never been too looking lost.

That was definitely not the case, and San can’t help the giddy flipping in his soul as he watches the tiny human approaching him. You’re friend must have told you what to look out for, because you’re staring at him with wide eyes not at all hesitant about approaching him.

Your face is red, though, and your eyes haven’t reduced from the saucers they turned into once you caught sight of him. Stars, you’re cuter than he expected.

“Hi!” you force out, shoving your stiff arm in his direction as your name leaves your mouth in an equally as tense squeak. His eye drops to your hand as you clear your throat, and when he took your hand to shake, your palm was entirely engulfed in his own fingers.

Soft…

“sans. …haven't ordered yet, wasn't sure if you'd like finger food,” he says, wiggling his fingers once you've freed your hand from his.

You actually laugh, and Sans can’t help but beam because you’re cute and you have a sense of humor? He’s gonna have to thank your friend for setting this up.

Now that you’re sitting across from him, Sans lets himself stare. You’re so small, he could probably carry you in one arm. And your hair looks soft, your face an adorable shade of red that only adds to your appeal.

You’re quiet, and you’re not meeting his eye, but he doesn’t think it’s for any monsterphobic reasons because nothing about your body language reads as afraid to him.

“Sorry for the wait!” the waiter says, making you jolt, “Have you guys figured out what you want or do you just wanna start with drinks?”

Sans hasn’t taken his eye light off you, so when you start fanning your face he is absolutely delighted because holy shit, he’s only ever seen monsters older than the war do that, and here you are. Fuck, you’re cute.

“Um… just a water for me, thank you,” you tell the waiter, hand falling to your lap with a sheepish look. He’s disappointed he can’t watch you fan your face, but that expression is almost worth the trade out.

“Perfect, one water and…” the waiter trails off, and Sans gets the sense of eyes on him. It takes him a second before he forces himself to look away from you to give the waiter his attention.

“water for me, too.”

The waiter nods, slipping their pad and pen into their apron and walking off. Sans is happy to look at you again.

Somehow, your face almost looks a deeper red than before. You seem to impulsively lift your hand to fan your face again. You force it to the table, and the embarrassed look you give him makes his grin grow just that little bit more.

You sit there, actually looking him in the eye for much longer than you had managed at that start of this date. It sends a thrill down his spine.

And then your standing suddenly, and Sans jerks back in his seat feeling his smile drop a little in surprise. Is something wrong?

“Um! Sorry!” is all you say, face still beet red, and then you’re leaving why are you leaving?

Not wanting to lose out on the treat he can tell you’re going to be, Sans follows you out. He sees you rounding the restaurant, and his magic flares as he steps forward.

The shortcut takes him by surprise, and he stumbles forward, unintentionally trapping you against the wall.

Well… Wasn’t on purpose, but you can’t keep running from him at least. You’re staring at him bug eyed, and with the hope that you didn’t notice his trip, Sans smirks down at you. Fuck, you’re small.

“where do you think you’re goin’?” he asks, and now that you’re both standing Sans can’t help but sweep his gaze over you.

You’re frozen in front of him, and the cute outfit you’re wearing suits you so well… Your mouth is hanging open, and Sans gets the feeling you’re taken off guard by his unsubtle attempt at getting a full look at you.

The thought makes him laugh, and impulse has him leaning forward, wondering if you’d let him close your mouth for you. Thoughts on if your lips are just as soft as they look bouncing around his damaged skull.

You jolt at his movement, eyes darting to his teeth before settling back on his eye light and he reminds himself that he’s only just met you and a kiss on the first date probably isn’t very polite.

“stars, you’re so jumpy,” he teases, pulling back and hoping you’re not upset about just how close he’d been to kissing you right then.

The look in your eye makes his grin widen, and he can’t resist teasing you just a bit more. Get that pretty red decorating your face again.

“i could just eat you up,” he purrs, grin wide and soul thrumming in his chest. The blush he was hoping for spreads down your neck, but you shove your face in your hands and start sliding down to the sidewalk at his feet making noises he’s pretty sure aren’t meant to be words.

He stares at you on the ground, surprised but insanely pleased with your reaction, and then he snorts. Backing a way, Sans squats so he can get a clear look of your face when you meet his eye light again, smile softer to give you a bit of a break.

“you alright?” he asks, huffing a laugh when you’re first response is to hide in your hands again and let out a whine and more unintelligible sounds. That’s fine, he’s patient enough to let you figure yourself out.

Sans raises an eye ridge when, after a minute, you start taking deep, measured breaths without looking up at him. It’s not something he would’ve expected to be cute, but the exaggerated way your body moves fills him with the desire to pick you up and… he’s not really sure. But his hands itch and it’s all he can do not to follow through.

“I’m… okay.” you start, words slow and hands slowly lowering to your lap. “You’re just! A very attractive skeleton! And I’m struggling very hard to cope with that!”

He’s… stars you’re fucking adorable, how is he supposed to keep his hands off you?

You’re calming yourself down, and Sans grins wide as he watches you.

“…heh.”

Without really thinking through the action, Sans reaches out and pushes your head up with his fingers under your chin. Your skin is soft, and if he wanted to he could cover your whole face with his palm.

Your breathing hitches at the contact, and Sans can’t help but agree, with the little sparks it’s sending down his phalanges.

“don’t think i’ve ever seen someone this bent outta shape over me in a positive way, it’s pretty cute,” he says, snickering at the flush that makes an encore appearance across your cheeks.

His thumb finds its way to your lips, and Sans finds himself thinking about kissing you again. It’s so tempting, especially with the way you’re staring at him, eyes anticipating. He winks, letting his thumb drag your lower lip away from your teeth so he can see the way it pops back into place just slightly reddened by the pressure he’d put there.

No kissing, it’s impolite. Paps would lecture him forever and Sans needs to be able to have a second date with you.

“wanna come back inside? bet if you keep that breathin’ trick up we could even have a conversation.”

You make a sound, your nose scrunching up at his words and he doesn’t even think you realize you’re doing it but he is obsessed with the action. What can he do to see it again? Stars, how is one person this fucking cute?

Sans stands when you nod, that giddy feeling that’s been present since he first saw your red face swelling pleasantly in his soul.

“Um—“ you start, looking up at him when you realize he’s standing now and your expression looks… embarrassed?

“’sup?” he prompts when you don’t continue, offering a hand to you in case you need help standing. You accept the help, and his hand buzzes where your skin makes contact with him.

“What… What is your name?”

He stops, staring at you and struggling not to laugh as he connects the question with the flustered state you’d been in the entire time.

Holy shit, you’re already the best. Sans really needs to get your friend flowers for setting this up, no way he would’ve met anyone near as cute as you are.

“didn’t catch it the first time?” he asks, when he feels like he can trust himself not to laugh at you when he opens his mouth.

You get a look, the same one you’d made when he’d called you jumpy, and what comes out of your mouth catches him so off guard. But it’s so perfect.

“You vastly overestimate my ability to think when someone as big as you is directly in front of me!”

The last of your sentence is rushed out in a flustered squeak, and Sans is reminded of just how small you are. The top of your head barely reaching past the top of his stomach.

“you like ‘em big, huh?”

You look like you want the Earth to swallow you up, and Sans just continues to grin at you.

“I mean— That’s not! I didn’t…” you splutter, arms crossing over your chest defensively.

“Sans,” he interrupts you, shoving his hands in his pockets in an effort to keep himself from following that desire to kiss you. You don’t respond, but he hears your footsteps falling in line behind him as he heads back towards the restaurant doors.

The image of your red face is all the encouragement he needs to poke you one more time, turning towards you and speaking just before he shoves the door open with his shoulder.

“and don’t worry, i like ‘em tiny.”

Worth it.

[waterloggedsoliloquy]

tumblr user waterloggedsoliloquypaying that old man tax in full today....

[get-rammed]

Hey you! What do you think was changed in Monty when he was upgraded to a glamrock, particularly with personality coding and appearance? Ty 😊

Hello there! <3

So for changes physically, the major being they made his colors overall a lot brighter to match the other Glamrocks. They also got rid of his webbed hands. He doesn't consider this a great loss because they were a pain to deal with.

They changed his overall headshape to better match a alligator. Forgoing his softer mohawk in favor of an easier to maintain plastic one. He absolutely hates this change, but there's nothing that can be done about it.

Personality wise -

Golf Monty was very polite and soft spoken. He wasn't innocent by any means, occasionally sneaking in dirty jokes for adults to enjoy. Very friendly and hard to annoy. Generally very helpful and knows how to deescalate situations quickly. You'd be surprised how angry folks will get during mini golf. Basically a very polite man who was happy where he was.

For Glamrock Monty, they rolled back on his politeness and upped his hostility levels. Making him the "angry rockstar" of the group. It was hard to adjust to. He still remains very helpful, but don't tell anyone. When they adjusted his polite levels, it removed some of his filter. Often just saying the first thing on his mind. Which isn't always friendly. He's easy to set off, so if he's in a mood, it's like walking a verbal minefield with him. He would never hurt anyone though. Monty isn't one for violence.

--

But with the glitched coding, that last bit got thrown out the window real fast. Realizing how strong he really was, and how fragile everything around him was. When the bad code is removed, he returns to not physically hurting people, but verbally he's a lot snarkier. Keeping everyone at a distance out of fear of returning to the glitched state.