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How do y'all think Hannibal would react in a time travel fic where he saw Mischa again. She's completely fine, still healthy and somehow I wanna say that she recognizes Hannibal. She runs up to him and hugs his legs and asks if he wants to go pick apples. Will is there too and he's watching and he's thinking about how someone used to truly love Hannibal before him. Mischa knew who Hannibal used to be and Will can only stand there and hope to see a shard of that little boy.

In another lifetime

WHAT KINDA CAT ARE YOUR MUTUALS

I REALLY WANNA SIT HERE AMD GO THROUGH TAGGING EVERYONE BUT I HAVE TO GO TO BED NOW SO I’LL DO SO TOMORROW!!!

sweet and silly dessert thoughts with my fave cod men

nikto who would crawl through hell and back for a chance at hand feeding you your favorite chocolate covered strawberries. one hand holding the strawberry and the other delicately positioned underneath incase some chocolate falls. silently fawning over you as he watches your chubby cheeks bounce when you chew, just like a cute hamster, his little one.

nikto who declines having the strawberries himself, instead electing to steal a sweet kiss from your lips, the taste of sweet chocolate and strawberry now lingering on his lips. he simply can’t get enough.

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simon who looks surprised when he snaps back in from his reverie (he was busy staring at your cute face, yes he will deny it) and you’re holding the first bite of your fruit tart in front of his face. a little bit of tart crust, cream and some berries on it. his confusion melts into something more soft, adoring as he allows you to feed him the first bite of your fruit tart.

the bites go back and forth between you and him, until your treat is nearly gone and you’re happily feeding him the last bite. he’s all soft smiles and an even softer gaze as you skip hand in hand with him out the cafe. he casually leans down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead with a quiet but loving, “thanks, birdie.”

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kruger who snatches a bite of HALF of your lobster tail pastry when you’re too distracted by a cute dog. snickering whilst chewing when you turn around again, confusedly looking at your pastry before looking at him. and giving him a slap on the chest when he manages to giggle “boyfriend tax, haschen”. the look on your face is worth the scolding you give him after, just like a little angry kitty he says (he’s not helping his case)

after playfully harrumphing at him and ignoring his affections for two blocks he offers to make amends by buying you a pack of macarons, and pinky swearing he’ll ask first this time. (to his credit he actually does) which earns him a nice big kiss on his cheek in return, see schatzi he can be nice!

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johnny who buys you that slice of rich chocolate cake you were eyeing in the store. a bite or two of it is enough for you, it’s a little too decadent to have all at once but you don’t want it to go to waste. this is where johnny comes in, man is willing to eat just about anything you don’t want anymore, more than happy to in fact.

his only condition to it is that you have to be hand feeding him every bite of it. preferably whilst comfortably seated in his lap, so your day takes a detour to the local park. seated on the green grass whilst johnny hugs your waist and you hand feed him each bite of the cake until it’s all gone. he couldn’t ask for a better way to spend the day if he’s being honest. (maybe a small kiss to sweeten his day even more, bonnie?)

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gary whose eyes light up with excitement at the first bite of japanese strawberry shortcake. hand delicately covering his mouth as he chews, he gives you a cute vigorous nod when you ask him if he likes it. while feeding him another bite you decide to tease him a little.

“y’know what’s in common about you and this cake?”

he cocks his head a bit to the side (much like a cute dog) and shakes his head. you grin at him, “you’re both my favorite!” and the effect is immediate. a cute pink flush spreading across his cheeks and a little flustered giggle escaping him. he’s too adorable to resist, and you press a little kiss to his already pink cheeks.

“how about i make it for your birthday hm? how’s that sound?” he nods excitedly once more, feeding you the last bite of cake whilst nuzzling his head into your neck like a content cat.

Seeing his face goes a bit....unexpected....to say the least.

Sfw

Imagine Nikto who drops his mask when he thinks he's alone vs you who walks into the room about to ask for his weapon details and both of you just stare for a moment because he's internally panicking and dying inside until he suddenly drops dead on the floor face first to try and cover his face and try to give himself minor brain damage to forget this ever happened because

A. You were not supposed to see that. Like at all

B. He doesn't wanna lose you just yet

And you just have to forcefully pick him up before trying to fix his already and even more crooked nose. Said nose is currently bleeding by the sheer force and weight of his drop while he's muttering apologies apologizing about how you have to look at him, as if it wasn't your choice. silently burning every time your skin grazes his in the process of you fixing his literally broken nose :((

He doesn't even register the pain of a bone being pushed back into place as you wrench his nose back into place, just his internal voice screaming at him to hide and run away from your gaze because even if your eyes as soft as they are, they feel as though you are shunning him and that's the last thing he ever wants :((

Muttering a, "no need, lyubov', we have survived far far worse" when you tell him to go to the infirmary as if you're not looking at the evidence of that with your own two eyes at the very second :((

Unconsciously he curls his hand around your shoulder, unwilling to let you go even if you try to run away. He sighs in relief, as if you don't notice his sudden grip and anxiety, he suddenly sighs and agrees, a sad almost desperate look in his eyes. But he only agrees on the condition that you come with him because he needs to make sure you won't ever leave him in the short time he's away.

Nikto who's been insane because he needs to feel your skin under his lips- or tongue- or against his skin just anything-

Nikto who wraps his arms around your waist, keeping you in place as he kisses your forehead the very second he's free from the infirmary, only a quick bandage wrapping before he can finally feel his loves skin under his lips, darting his tongue out to lick your forehead because he needs to taste your skin before he goes even more batshit crazy. Arms wrapping around your waist, keeping you still as he laps at your face like a dog with its owner after realizing you actually won't run away in fear.

Nothing but those harsh eyes turned into soft puppy eyes and his hot tongue insistent to warm up your heart all- just and only for him :((

Part: 2

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Your home is a sanctuary to Nikto.

His apartment is suitable. But it's not warm like yours. Loneliness is embedded in the cracks in the walls, the shadows that weep in the unlit rooms, the squeaky clean shower is stark white and smells too much of bleach. It's a house. A place he exists. Haunts. A place to rest his buzzing, busy head. Cold pillows and sheets biting chill into his hot skin. He seldom finds rest there. Sleep? Yes. But the rest never quite reaches him.

But with you? Your home, your sanctuary. That's where rest is.

nikto finds you asleep, your form curled up small on top of your freshly washed covers, and he just stops and watches you for a bit. His whole world slowing down to something soft and calm, the sight of you breathing peacefully all safe and warm, makes the home feel homier. Warm, safe.

Hes slow and heavy as he lugs on over to you, the mattress dipping as his weight seeps into it. Nikto hovers over you for a moment- hands smoothing over the winkles in your shirt, fingers dipping under your top to spread out upon your stomach. Feeling you breathe beneath his palm. Everything feels quiet. His head still and softly humming with the murmur of voices. Hushes. Content whispers.

Leaning down, like a big snuffling doberman, his nose presses into your cheek- into your hair. Inhaling and huffing contently. Your hair is still a little damp from the shower, and it smells so strongly of that yummy shampoo you use.

With a low, grumbling grunt, he settles besides you. Around you, like a shielding wall. He wraps himself around you, nudging a knee between your legs so he can entwine with you- somehow. You're smaller than him, much more fragile. Your skin is soft and untarnished, and you smell of gentle soap suds and warm fabric freshener. His muscles are tense and locked as he lays pressed against you. His stomach is hard and tense as it flushes against your back. He probably smells like rain and grey. Like cold and salt grit.

But you sweeten him. You always do.

Hai, may I request an Zim(Invader Zim) themed outfit board? Mostly masc, please? Thank you. :3

a room with a moose

invader zim!!! thank you so much for your request ♡ i need one of these bendy straw science cups ...

☆ requests are open!

if I cannot protect our memories, what worth does the future hold for us?

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Thank you for making me cry on a sunny Thursday. 😭😭😭😭I can’t with chapter 7

"My Baby"

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Song: No More Birthday