I think the two of them are in a little two deep with their disguises as a young married couple ✨😚 was inspired by this dress from Natasha, while giving it some color for Sabine’s comfort. The gloves taken from one of Mon Mothma’s attire in Andor.
I say this takes place,,, about season 3? Perhaps in the short few months of season 4 while the crew is still on Yavin? Or even better 🙂↕️ a secret third thing where Ezra is not yeeted into another galaxy and he and Sabine help out on some under cover business here and there while helping rebuild Lothal (Kanan is alive and well if that’s the au we decide 😤) ✨
Either way, I’m soooo~ happy, they are looking at each other with so much PASSIONATE TENSION 🔥🙌🏼 their lips barely brush for a second before they are interrupted >:(
Click read more for an attempt at writing a short snippet of the scene out (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)
Everything seemed to melt away as Sabine's hand, the one that had teasingly traced along Ezra’s jawline and neck, lingered in place, their eyes locking together in a trance. The tease and playful banter whispered between them dying on their tongues as they gazed into the other's eyes. Warm amber and deep blue shimmering from the soft lights above them. The music and busily chatter of others dancing around them seemed to fade and blur into the background as their focus was firmly on the other.
Their smiles softened on their faces as they continued to dance and sway together slowly. Ezra's hands on her waist holding her tenderly, while hers lightly trailed along the silk material of his outfit and lightly caressing down his neck.
Both their eyes simultaneously glancing down at the other's lips, before finding each other's eyes once again. Their faces gravitating towards the other, a magnetic pull that neither objected.
Their noses brush lightly on the other, their lips so close, warm breath mingling between them as their eyes slowly close. The heat of the other lips just barely brushing against the other, milliseconds from closing the gap between them —
"Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Talla-Morgan, there you two are!" A voice broke through the moment.
The music, the chatter of the people around them, the twinkling lights of the ballroom all came back into focus. Sabine could feel Ezra wince a little, before pulling back first from their near, almost, practically brushing kiss. She couldn't help but sigh a little with displeasure at the interruption, biting the inside of her cheek, before taking in a breath to steady her racing heart.
She smiles soon after, feeling the heated blush on her cheeks as she turns to face the informant they were supposed to connect with during their undercover mission.
"Risa Jeareri! So good to see you!"
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👉🏼👈🏼 I tried, had like 2 days to figure something out lol 🥹 don’t worry yall, they end up having a passionate make out session afterwards to evade the feds (stormtroopers). 😉✨
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Auther comment: This was made a while ago and it's formatting is a bit of a mess, a little...
What path has led me here, the artist thought aimlessly. Currently, the mighty God of Creativity, The Protector of the Scripts, is being used as a pillow by two young teens. Hell, one of the kids was on TOP of him, using Ink as some sort of bed!
Wait–
Ink cranked his neck to the side. Ew, Nightmare was drooling on him. Sighing, the artist tried to move Nightmare over, the teen wouldn’t budge, instead hugged the artist tighter in response.
“looks like you got your hands full, little brush.” A voice called out. Ink snapped his skull up to the voice, seeing it was simply Reaper, he relaxed.
Ink chuckled. “Yeah, you could say that.” he smiled at the other God.
“so, you remember why you summoned me?” Reaper crossed his arms on top of his scythe, relaxed on it.
“Right.” Ink glance over the other sleeping teen, Dream, who was currently snoring peacefully. Ink looked back over at Reaper, “Can you teach Dream on how to fly?” the artist asked, his eyelight was yellow sun and an orange question mark.
“he… he doesn’t know how to fly?” Reaper sounded confused.
“Reaper,” Ink paused, “his mother is a tree. So no, he doesn’t know how to fly.”
“y-you mean that tree-” The God pointed at the tree with golden and midnight-colored apples. “-the one you three are laying under?” Reaper questioned; he was extremely confused. “also, how is his mom a tree?”
“Reaper, just answer the question, please.” Ink exhaled a sigh.
“sure?” Reaper answers, finally.
It was sunrise by the time the Nightmare and Dream woke up, Mister was still asleep, purring. Nightmare tried to get up but got pulled back down. Groaning, Nightmare harshly pokes Mister cheekbone over and over, trying to wake him up.
“Huh?” Mister grumbled under his breath.
“Can you let me go?” Nightmare asked, laying the side of his head on Mister sternum. The brown cloth felt soft and fuzzy on Nightmare's bones.
“Right, sorry kiddo.” The skeleton let go of the teen. Nightmare slid off of Mister, standing up and held a handout for him, in which Mister took and pulled himself up.
“So, what are we gonna do now?” Dream piped up, he was already up and standing.
“Brush our teeth first, then we can head to the nearby village.” Mister said, walking over to the stream. The Apple Twins followed him and chatted to each other.
“Do we have to?” Dream complained, he hated brushing his teeth; the “toothpaste”, as Mister called it, was spicy.
“Yes, Soleil (Sunshine), we have to. You don’t want your teeth to look like Mr. Deck? Do you?” Mister tilts his head to the teen.
“...No…” Dream shook his head.
“If it helps, I can get you another flavor, when I leave.” Mister suggested, he really should’ve given both the twins different flavors.
“Can I get a different flavor too?” Nightmare sheepishly asked.
Mister sighed. “Yeah, I’ll get you both different flavors.”
Ink had his hood up, shadowing half of his face; currently he was at the village’s plaza, trying to pass the time and probably get a few things for the twins. Speaking of the twins, the duo was holding hands, pointing at the stalls, and simply chatting away. The artist looked over the two, smiling fondly.
“Mister!” Nightmare called out, taking Ink out of his thoughts.
“Yes, Clair de lune? (Moonlight), did you both need something?” Ink asked.
“What’s your favorite color?” Nightmare asked, titling his head.
“Hmm, that's a tough question…” Ink paused and thought for a bit, “I guess, light greens and yellows…”
“Huh, didn’t think you were a green person.” Dream mumbled.
“I’m just full of surprises.” Ink chuckled.
Ink was paying for three small wooden jointed dolls, wanting to paint the twins and himself on the dolls later. The artist smiled at the salesperson, handing them a few coins and taking the dolls. He heard shouting and turned around, seeing a human raising their fist to his twins.
Something twisted in the artist's empty ribcage.
Speed walking to twins and the stranger, Ink asked “What seems to be the problem, sir?”
“Get your kids under control!” The human shouted at Ink.
Ink walked in front of the twins, standing right in front of the human. The artist's eyesight's were a bright red crosshair and a X.
He grabs the human shirt and drags them down to his level, whispering, “If I ever catch you threatening them again, I won’t hesitate to boil you alive, do you understand?”
The human nodded furiously.
“Good.” Ink sweetly says, letting go of the human’s shirt. Turning around, walking down the path that leads out of the plaza and into the forest.
“C’mon kids, let’s go back to the Tree.” He called out to the teens, which in response, followed the artist.
Dream and Nightmare were racing down the old dirt path, skirting to a stop once they saw a figure by the tree. The twins glanced at each other nervously, they started walking toward the figure. As they got closer to the figure, they realized that the “figure” was a person.
The person was dressed in a black robe, with a rope tied around their waist and neck. They were wielding a scythe.
“Is that the Grim Reaper?” Dream whisper to Nightmare.
“Hey Reaps!” Mister called out to the Grim Reaper.
“Mister, you know the Grim Reaper?” Nightmare asked, startled from this new information.
“Yes, Mister is a very good friend of mine.” The Reaper replied,
“What.” Dream blankly said.
“Anyways, your caretaker asked me to teach you,” Reaper pointed at
Omg I'm so sorry I didn't get to this sooner! Anyway, lets get this started!
I'm going to do the borrower!Dream headcanons first because the Karlnapity one will be a fic and not headcanons.
·Dream is smart when borrowing, but gets a little cocky
·His cockiness will be his downfall
·He studied the human's schedule so well, that he knew the exact minute he would head out to leave each day
·Or, at least, he thought he did
·One day he went out to borrow as usual, assuming the human was already gone, he decided not to check if his car was still there
·So that's when the human came into the kitchen, after waking up just minutes ago and sleeping through his alarm
·Let's just say, neither one of them expected to see the other
·The human, who's name is George, was panicking because 'wtf there's a tiny person in my house' and Dream was panicking because 'I THOUGHT I MEMORIZED HIS SCHEDULE BUT I GUESS I DIDN'T CAUSE HOLY CRAP I WAS JUST SEEN'
·George absentmindedly moved his hand toward Dream, and that took Dream out of the trance he had just been in and he booked it
·He didn't make it very far
·Now he was being held in the human's hands, not sure what to do because he never expected to get caught
·He started shaking, and now George finally realized how fucking terrified Dream must be
·He brought him out to the living room, set him on the coffee table, and apologized for grabbing him without his permission
·Dream was absolutely confused because he wasn't used to humans apologizing
·Soon, they both calmed down, introduced themselves to each other, and got to know each other
And that's all the borrower!Dream headcanons I have! Now let's do the Karlnapity fic :3
Quackity and Sapnap had lived together for about a month now, and they soon realized that their food was being stolen. Not a lot, just a couple crumbs at a time. So they believed it was a mouse. But it wasn't. Unbeknownst to them, a small borrower named Karl lived in their walls, taking food and resources when needed. He made little holes into the cabinets from the walls so he could go from his tunnel to the cabinets with ease. He memorized where everything was in the cabinets because they were always so dark so he couldn't really see where anything was when the doors were closed. So he wasn't exactly expecting to be caught in a mouse trap anytime soon.
He was just borrowing as normal when he decided he wanted something sweet. The humans had these things called "Oreos" that he really liked. So he climbed into the snack cabinet. The second he put his foot down, SNAP! His foot set off the mouse trap. He fell to the floor, in immense pain. He felt his blood drip down his foot. 'Ok, Karl, just breathe. It'll be ok. Just get your foot out before the human's reali-'
He didn't even get to finish the thought
"Hey Quackity, I think the mouse trap went off!" Sapnap called out. "Ok, go check it out, I don't feel like getting up." Quackity called back. "Fiiiiiine." Sapnap said. No no no no no NONONONO! Karl felt his tears fall down onto his hand. To say he was scared would be an understatement.
He saw light flow into the cabinet. Now he could clearly see what happened to his foot. It was bent in an odd way, blood still oozing out. It was definitely broken. He saw the package for Oreos move as Sapnap said "Now let's see what's been getting into our food." The Oreos were moved fully out of the way. They started at each other for a moment before Sapnap yelled "That's definitely not a mouse!" Quackity walked into the kitchen. "What do you mean it's not mous-" Quackity stood there before crouching down to get a better look at Karl.
"Holy shit. What is that?" He asked. Sapnap shrugged in response. Karl hated this. Not only was he extremely hurt, he was being stared at like an exotic animal. Sapnap reached his hand in to grab Karl, so Karl flinched in response. A sharp pain climbed up his leg. He screamed in pain, and the tears started to flow again. A wave of guilt hit Sapnap and Quackity. They didn't realize they were scaring him that bad, and that they probably should of helped Karl sooner. "I am so sorry! I need you to calm down, though. We won't be able to get you out of there when you're shaking like that." Karl didn't even know he was shaking. He managed to stop relatively quickly though.
He felt someone's fingers lightly curl around him. He was still scared, yes, but the human's hadn't done anything to intentionally harm him yet. He just let it happen. Sapnap set him down on the counter, his leg still stuck in the mouse trap. He felt his fingers tighten slightly. "Quackity, can you help me get this off him?" Quackity nodded and hurried over towards the counter. "Ok, I'm not gonna lie to you, this will hurt, but if we keep it on there it won't heal." Karl nodded to show he was listening. "We'll take it off on the count of three." "One.." Karl tensed up. "Two.." He squeezed his eyes shut. "Three!" The mouse trap was taken off his foot. Karl screamed in pain for a second time. Quackity and Sapnap winced, obviously feeling guilty for the pain he was put through.
Karl's hands shot up to his mouth as he started to cry. Sapnap ran to the bathroom to get the first aid kit, while Big Q stayed behind to make sure Karl was ok. "Hey, it's ok, calm down. Sapnap is getting the first aid kit to help your foot heal better. Breathe." Karl took long, shaky breaths while Quackity rubbed his back with his thumb. Sapnap got back with the first aid kit, took out some bandages, and cut them down to size. He lightly wrapped Karl's foot in them. Karl winced, but let him finish. Quackity was still rubbing his back to keep him calm.
After Sapnap finished wrapping his foot, he picked Karl up and brought him out to the living room, Quackity following close behind. He set Karl down on the coffee table while he and Quackity sat down on the floor next to it. They sat in silence for a little while before Quackity finally said something. "I guess we should introduce ourselves. I'm Quackity, and this is my boyfriend, Sapnap." Sapnap waved. "What's your name?" Karl hesitated before replying. "M-my name is K-karl." Quackity and Sapnap smiled softly. "It's nice to meet you, Karl." Sapnap said. Sapnap thought for a second before asking this next question, "How long have you lived here Karl?" Karl replied "About 4 and a half months, I think." Sapnap and Quackity stared in disbelief before Quackity exclaimed "You've lived here longer than we have!" Karl laughed a little and said "Yeah, and I wasn't expecting anyone to move in so soon." The three boys talked for a while after.
Sapnap sighed. "You probably won't be able to go back to borrowing anytime soon, so would you like to stay with us?" Karl looked at him, completely baffled. 'They're not forcing me? They're giving me a choice?' Karl thought for a second before smiling and saying "Yeah, I'd like that." Sapnap and Quackity grinned. "Hell yeah, new roomate!" Quackity yelled. Karl covered his ears. "Right, sorry." Quackity said apologetically. Oh god, Karl was in for a wild ride.
And that was the Karlnapity fic! I think it came out well. Anyway, hope these were acceptable for you, and sorry for not replying sooner.
Phil sat in the cave he lived in. His head was rested on his long tail as he stared out the entrance. Tommy, Techno, and Will left a few hours ago, and he was beginning to get lonely.
He wanted to go back to the village with them. He knew he wouldn't be able to; it would be putting both him and them in danger. But that doesn't stop him from dreaming.
He slithered back and forth throughout the cave, his impatience beginning to get to him. He fiddled with his hands, almost nervous that something happened to them.
And then...
"We're back! Hope you didn't miss us too much!"
Phil snapped around and saw the three small humans standing in the opening of his cave. He smiled, slithered closer to them, brought them farther into the cave, and curled around them.
The humans laughed at his actions. Even Techno chuckled a bit. "Jeez, clingy much?," Wilbur asked. Phil glared at him jokingly. "Shush. We don't talk about it," he replied.
Phil mumbled something under his breath. The three humans looked at him confused. "What?," they asked. Phil curled around them tighter, blocking their entire view of the outside world. "Mine," he said.
The humans sighed. They knew they were probably gonna be here a while, so they might as well enjoy it. Soon the humans began to drift of to sleep. Phil noticed and chuckled softly. "Goodnight boys," he whispered.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~What!? An actual story? In this economy? Yep, you read it correctly, folks. Hope you liked it! I wanted to write fluff due to all the angst that's been being written (you know who you are >:( )
This is a little drabble that I pieced together one night having Devil Trigger on repeat and thinking about my amazing rp with @cheer-up-crewcut who is the best fucking Nero I ever came across seriously go check them out!!
In that rp I'm given the chance to test our my devil hunter Zervil and well there's sort of a relationship going on??? Idk ask him xD.
Anyways to my sweet Nero I hope you enjoy this babe!
Note: Any errors is not intentional I was writing this on my phone.
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Nero traced the blue swirls on Zervils arm, his cold metal finger seeming to warm by the skin underneath it. He sighed softly, sitting up in their shared hotel bed and looked out to the night life of Fortuna. He convinced the hellhound to come to the forbidden city (to both and their dark history here) so Nero could say goodbye to an old and very close friend.
Though the two spent their time harmlessly flirting and teasing one another for a decent while now Nero was still to nervous to admit his growing crush for the hurt demon.
Glancing back to the bed he watched the slow rise and fall of Zervils scar covered chest in the moonlight. He didn't bother wearing a shirt and honestly...Nero didn't mind it. He was in an odd sense memorized by the blue unwanted markings that painted both of his arms and multiple battle wounds that tell different stories. Most were definitely not pretty...yet he still adored them.
During their times of sex jokes, smooth flirting and playful "jackass" related comments the two have had their share of kisses which still left a tingle on Neros lips as if he could still feel them...he wanted more yet never asked.
Zervil slept peacefully, shifting a bit to wrap his arms around Nero to wake when his goal of holding his obvious crush closer by his chest merely left his arm limp around Neros waist.
"Everything alright?" He asked, voice deep with sleep making it gruff and rather damn attractive. It was similar to the breathless one after their accidental kiss became a full blown make out. Zervil looked over to the alarm clock on the nightstand, squinting his already tired eyes to read the red digits. "It's nearly 3 am...whats got thst pretty little mind of yours troubled?"
"Nothing" was Neros first and obviously horrible reply. Of course the hell hound rolled his eyes and sat up, rubbing Neros back gently and glanced at the right limb. His robotic arm resting on the nightstand leaving the stump left behind from the brutal cut that Zervil never dared to ask about. "Your scar hurting?" He asked carefully.
Nero shrugged "A bit" he replied, still avoiding the clear topic of the reason they were here.
"Want me to massage it? Normally a hot rag helps release the pain and relaxes rhe scar tissue"
Nero snorted and leaned against the older male "Thanks Doc but I think I'm ok...just a lot on my mind right now"
"About Kyrie?"
Nero sighed and gave in with a small nod. Zervil kissed his temple gently, rubbing his shoulder down his upper arm carefully. "It's alright Nero, whatever your worries about isn't as big of a problem as your making it seem" he cooed softly. Fuck that deep voice was hot even in a comforting manner!
"How the hell do you know?"
"Because that's how it normally works. Your brain fucks with you more then reality does. Trust me on this" Zervil chuckled.
Silence fell between the two as they remained sitting up with Nero resting his head on Zervils shoulder as the older hunter continued to rub and massage anywhere his hand could touch. A way of helping the younger male relax, plus side was that it was working. Eventually Nero let out a yawn like sigh before nuzzling further into the nice touch. "Alright" he finally spoke "I'm tired'
Zervil took that as a sign to lay down, bringing Nero with him so he could lay on his shoulder, nose nuzzling Zervs neck. "Sleep well hun" he yawned out, followed by a tired, accidental 'I love you' before sleep took him.
Oh how badly Nero wanted to return it. To confess to Zervil the feeling was returned...but first he had personal buisness to attend to.
With another yawn Nero closed his eyes finally, a soft 'I love you too' leaving his lips before he go surcom to sleep.
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Summary:
Angela is sent to spy on The Shimada. After a few different encounters, she befriends the Sunshine that is Genji Shimada. As this friendship grows, Angela becomes terrified.
AU where everyone in Overwatch is part of the Mafia (they call themselves overwatch so they feel better about themselves) and The Shimada is an yakuza.
Heya, the names Alpha, but I can be called Al or Wyvern. I go by she/her, they/them, cy/cyber & star/stars pronouns but overall, I can go by any/all pronouns.
DISCLAIMERS:
There will be talk and/or reblogs of suicide & suicidal topics, self-harm, mental illness, violence/abuse, and suggestive themes but not on full NSFW, due to this, my blog is intended for a 16+ audience. I will tag what needs to be & don't be shy with telling what needs to be tagged that I might've missed!!
I have memory issues, so there is a chance I might forget about something, just please be patience with me & remind me of the thing. I'm dyslexic so there is a pretty big chance I might misspell
stuff.
I'm horrible at social interactions in real life and online, so apologize in advance if I come off as awkward. I use tone indicators as default due to that, if that bothers you, please tell me!!
Mirrorshipping/selfcest will be on this blog!
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Currently 21 years old & my birthday is December 30th. I'm a bisexual demigal!
Diagnosed with ADHD, plus a whole lot of other shit but that's my shit to know and not yours (/lh)
My classpect, for homestuck, is Page of Breath & Derse Dreamer, for my astrology sign is a Capricorn. I enjoy both astrology and astronomy. Note: I don't believe in astrology or in the classpect/luner sway, just find it interesting to learn about!! ^^'
I'm a PNGTuber & I normally stream on Twitch!
I'm interested in any type of history & enjoy learning about it!
Fave colors: Cyan's, Purples, Yellows, Blacks
[☆] Things of my interest that you'll see:
-Tower Defense Simulator by Paradoxum Games on Roblox
-Any Roblox games really
-Minecraft/MCYT
-Homestuck
-And many more!!
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Honestly! You think the only Mortal in the Star Sans, would be the least popular with Monsters and others!! But not for the Magnificent Sans or known as (the Magnificent) Blue to the rest of Multiverse. Then again, he does help THE literal God of Creation and THE Guardian of Positivity in keeping the Multiverse safe and balanced, so, it's no surprise that he inspires others, and becomes the 2nd popular with the group.
But sometimes being the only mortal in the group of immortals can be... Problematic at times, especially when you know you will never be able to catch up with them in many things, like strength, durability, how easily it can be to replace you since you are another copy. Or maybe when the time comes, and you get hit in the SOUL and are unbaled to survive the damage, maybe they will simply forget you even existed to them.
Though, even the God that is a literal scatterbrain and forgetful made a major effort with them writing down that long scarf of theirs about you in the early years of your friendship. Or the Guardian that always makes sure you were never too badly injured in a battle with Nightmare's Gang even after you where healed.
Maybe, they won't forget you, after all, they have called you family to them.
