Omg Thank You So Much! I Love Noodle With All My Heart! She's One Of The Coolest Women I Know

Omg thank you so much! I love Noodle with all my heart! She's one of the coolest women I know <3

Hi! I'm not sure if I've sent a matchup request, but if yes, feel free to ignore this <3 Now, can I please request a matchup?

I'm panromantic (basically pan and asexual) and nonbinary, agender. My mbti is INFJ and I'm a cancer. I'm melancholic as well as phlegmatic. I love the chaoscore aesthetic, as well as punk and a bit of goth. So you'll either see me in torn clothes or dressed to the nines XD I'm also interested in witchcraft and paganism.

I am the therapist friend of the group as well as the comic friend. I am kind and caring to others and I'd do anything to help those I love. I am an ambivert, so I'm introverted as well as extroverted. I don't usually seek out company, but am not opposed to it. I can be both quiet and peaceful as well as chaotic and energic, it depends on who I'm with and the situation. Unfortunately, I suffer from depression and anxiety, I've been dealing with selfharm and I'm suicidal. This causes me to overthink a lot and be scared of trying out new things, because I get really stressed in new situations. The world around me often makes me depressed with all the nasty stuff that happens on the daily. But I'm getting better!

I like anything that has to do with art, I draw and paint, I love music (my most favourite gnénre is folkpunk, but I'll listen to anything and love anything with good lyrics), I was a theatre kid in middle school, I enjoy reading (mostly classics), I have a soft spot for everything dark and gloomy and what others would find ugly or disturbing. I write fanfiction on TUmblr and Wattpad, but I also write poetry.

I hope this is enough! Thanks a lot!!

Noodle!

- Sometimes the therapist friend needs someone to talk to as well! Noodle's perfect for that. She's a great active listener and is always there to help you carry the weight of your problems. She walks with you, hand in hand, towards a path with better views

- She balances you out. When you're overthinking or panicking, she's there to keep you grounded. When you're low you can rely on her to get you on your feet.

- The way she looks after you isn't entirely selfless. You bring so much colour and brightness to her life with your art, your music, and just by being yourself. She doesn't want any of that to go away.

Aaaaaagh this was so sweet! I loved it, it was so gentle and encouraging towards Bruno and the ending! I pove that he only kissed reader's cheek, cause the first time he'd probably be too shy to kiss the full on! Loved it, great job!

Hades and Persephone | Bruno x Gn!Reader

Warnings: (Y/N) being a greek mythology buff (it’s a joke but still)

Summary: Bruno is feeling like he’s a bad person and you comfort him. (Also, I’d say the time this took place is right after the ending, but some people still haven’t fully accepted Bruno yet.) 

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Missing scalpels

Pairing: 'Hawkeye' Pierce x reader

Summary: You can't deny your attraction to Hawkeye. Things get steamy between you and him, but things don't work out. As Hawkeye tries to understand why, the rest of the camp is busy trying to catch a thief.

Warnings: self harm, depression, adult themes (but not explicitly nsfw)

A/N: Am I really adding another fandom to write for when I haven't written for some others in ages, if at all? You bet! I'm also in a very angsty mood, so have this...whatever this is.

You've always admired his hands. The ones he used to save lives, even though the purpose why was highly debatable. The same hands that were used to holding a martini glass, ever so gently, were now exploring wildly your body, like if he didn't map out every curve of it in time, he'd die.

Captain Pierce, more widely known as Hawkeye, was a notorious flirt. If you wouldn't know better, you'd even go as far as to call him frivolous. But you knew better. Or, at least you'd like to think you did. There was so much more to the surgeon than he let on and maybe that was why you were letting him mold you just the way he wanted, just the way he liked. Even though he probably saw what you were about to do just as some fun, to take his mind off the constant death lingering all around him.

A particularly sensual nip at your neck brought you out of your thoughts and you realized that at some point you had closed your eyes. Deciding to endulge your neediness, you opened them to take a peek at your temporary lover.

Normally you wouldn't be able to tear your gaze away from Hawkeye, especially when he looked so disheveled, but instead, your eyes were drawn to the lightbulb hanging over your heads. You felt Hawkeye sneak his hands under your shirt and a shiver ran through you. You could hear the surgeon chuckle, but you grew more and more restless by the second.

It took everything in you to take your hands away from his body, but you managed to grab his hands, that were getting closer and closer to your chest. "Wait..." you whispered. Hawkeye's movements stilled as he waited for you to continue. "Shouldn't we turn the light off?" you asked sheepishly. The surgeon chuckled again as his hands picked up from where he left off "Why? Don't tell me you're ashamed of yourself." he started placing kisses onto your neck again as he murmured "I would have to show you why you shouldn't be."

This time, it was your turn to chuckle. He didn't show it much, but Hawkeye could be sweet at times. "No..." you breathed out "But- but what if someone comes here?" you tried to mask your uneasiness, your hands still trying to slow his down. "That won't happen." Pierce reassured you "Everyone is trying to catch some sleep, before the next choppers arive."

This time, you grabbed his hands more firmly. With your head hanging low, you stepped away from him "I'm sorry, but I can't do this." Hawkeye looked confused. Why the sudden change of mind? "What- why? Is it because of the light? If it's that important to you, we can turn it off." he tried to reassure you again, but you only shook your head. The more you thought about it, the less appealing the whole ordeal was. You were sure that his skilled hands would feel what you were desperately trying to hide, even if he couldn't see it.

"I'm sorry. I really am. It's not your fault Pierce." you told him, before quickly slipping out the door, making a beeline to your tent, leaving Hawkeye alone and confused.

It's not like Hawkeye had never faced rejection before. But something about this case bugged him. He couldn't get you out of his head. You seemed into it, into him, at the start. Did the light bother you that much? But you said you weren't insecure about yourself. Maybe you just didn't want to admit it. But even though that seemed like the most logical answer, something still wasn't right.

"Hey, Hawkeye!" BJ snapped his fingers in front of his friend's face and watched with a smile as he returned to the present time. "Rise 'n shine, sweetheart!" BJ laughed. But seeing the lack of reponse from his tentmate made him frown "What's up with you? You've been like this since yesterday."

When Hawkeye still didn't answer, BJ began thinking. "Did something happen with (Y/N)?" he asked. Hawkeye had been preparing to take their colleague out the whole day, so maybe something went wrong? "Nothing." BJ quirked a brow "So it went well?" he pried further. "No, nothing happened." Hawkeye grumbled from his cot. BJ was surprised "They rejected you?"

"No, they seemed really into it at first, but...then they suddenly changed their mind." Hawkeye explained. BJ hummed "Well, happens sometimes." "I don't know. Something's not right." Before BJ could respond, the door to the tent opened, revealing a frowning Charles. "Ah, Charles! Seems you're in a great mood as always!" BJ exclaimed. "Just like anytime I see the two of you." the surgeon snapped back.

BJ sighed "Great. Now I have to share the same space with not one, but two grumpy idiots." Charles looked appalled "Well forgive me for my sour mood, but medical tools have been mysteriously dissapearing and nobody knows why and who did it! I think that that is a more valid reason to be 'grumpy' than mulling over a date gone wrong." Charles protested. The last statement grabbed Hawkeye's attention "How do you know about that?"

"Oh please, is there anyone who doesn't?" Charles rolled his eyes "Everyone knows that you two were up to no good yesterday and when today morning during breakfast they showed up looking like a kicked puppy, even a blind man would see something went wrong." When Charles saw the surprised look Pierce gave him, he couldn't help but sigh in annoyance "Don't give me that look. Everybody's noticed how they eye you up anytime you're not looking."

Hawkeye's gaze turned to BJ, who uncertainly nodded. Hawkeye frowned "Then why did they change their mind..." he muttered, mostly for himself. But not quiet enough, as Winchester piped up "(Y/N) rejected you? A wise decision. In my opinion. If I was in love with someone, I wouldn't want to start something when I'm not even sure if the other one takes it seriously."

Was that really the case? Were you in love with him? He can't deny he'd be flattered, but...what would he do? Somehow, he couldn't bring himself to break your heart. But did he feel the same towards you?

"So, how long has equipment been dissapearing?" BJ asked when Hawkeye got lost in dreamland again. He'd help him if he asked, but right now, it seemed he needed to sort something out within himself. "Four months." Winchester nodded "One scalpel each month. It's possible that tools might get lost or accidentally thrown out, but four times? Month after month? Even colonel Potter thinks it's suspicious." Charles continued and BJ nodded. It was definitelly weird.

"I need to go." Hawkeye shot up from his bed and out the Swamp before any of the two men could say a word. What was he going to tell you? He had to admit that he didn't think what would happen after he'd sleep with you. He never did. Because it just wasn't needed. He'd get his fun and made sure the other one had fun too and that was it. So why was it that the thought of you seeing him in a bad light made his stomach squeeze? Maybe he knew but wasn't ready to admit it. Not yet.

The fact that you couldn't be found didn't help either. He checked everywhere. Post-op, mess hall, your tent, hell, even the showers! But it was as if you'd vanished into thin air. Hawkeye decided to take a walk around, to clear his thoughts, before doing anything else. You had to be somewhere. And even if he was sure you were avoiding him, he knew you couldn't keep it up forever.

As the surgeon neared the minefield, he saw a figure sitting on the ground. They were sitting at the edge of the field, so Hawkeye crept closer, as to not scare them, which could result in a very nasty accident. As he got closer, he recognized your hair. How couldn't he? He kept imagining how it would feel between his fingers.

"Hey, (Y/N)..." Hawkeye called out softly. You stiffened visibly and Pierce frowned. You were hiding something. "Go away..." you said softly, but he was already on his way to you. With quick strides, Hawkeye was soon in front of you and the sight before him shocked him. There you were, sat on the dusty ground, one arm resting on your leg, the wrist bloodied, while the other clutched a scalpel.

"What have you done..." Hawkeye whispered. Tears rolled down your cheeks. It was pointless to try and hide now. "Put it down." Hawkeye pleaded, but you only clutched your weapon tighter "(Y/N), sweetheart, please put it down. We need to get those wounds cleaned." For a second, you held onto the tool, before letting it clamper to the ground. Next thing, Hawkeye was crouched next to you, doctor mode on as he kicked the offending weapon far away from your reach and pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket.

"(Y/N) this will need stitches." Hawkeye said and looked at you with sadness in his eyes. You shook your head. "Don't be stubborn, this could get infected!" he growled, trying not to lose his temper. "I know how to take care of myself Hawkeye! I've done this a dozen times already!" Horror took over the man's face "What did you say?" You were so screwed.

"Where?" Hawkeye asked grimly. You shook your head. "Where. (Y/N)." he commanded. "Arms, legs, stomach..." you mumbled. Hawkeye could swear he was going to start crying soon."Wait here." he instructed and jogged off. As if you were planning on leaving.

In five minutes, Hawkeye was back with a first aid kit and started tending to your arm. "So the thief was you. Sneaky you." he joked, but his voice was choked up. You couldn't smile in this situation, but luckilly, he understood. When he was done, Hawkeye raised his eyes to your tear stained face "Can I see them?" Your eyes widened. "Just to make sure they're not infected. You slowly nodded and stood up.

You started by taking off your shirt, followed by your pants. Your body held numerous scars, some of them already white and nearly invisible, but most red and raised. Pierce thought he was going to vomit. There were so many. He wasn't disgusted. He had seen more gore in the last few years than most people in their entire life, but this was something completely different. Seeing someone he held dear mutilating themself this way...the sight was horrible.

"Please don't tell anyone Hawkeye." you pleaded as a fresh wave of tears made their way out of your eyes. Hawkeye wished he could argue with you, but he knew that if he told somebody, you would be immediately sent somewhere as bad as the war. So he nodded "But I'll be keeping an eye on those." he gestured to your wrist "And also that you don't steal any more scalpels, ok?" he smiled and it warmed your soul.

A simple reminder you are free to unfollow me/block me if you feel like my presence on your dashboard is bothering you.

I promise I won't call you out for that, I won't make vague posts about it or pop in your DMs to ask you why.

You are free to curate your experience and if my presence muddles your experience, please unfollow/block me without fear. I promise I won't come after you.

Want to learn something new in 2022??

Absolute beginner adult ballet series (fabulous beginning teacher)

40 piano lessons for beginners (some of the best explanations for piano I’ve ever seen)

Excellent basic crochet video series

Basic knitting (probably the best how to knit video out there)

Pre-Free Figure Skate Levels A-D guides and practice activities (each video builds up with exercises to the actual moves!)

How to draw character faces video (very funny, surprisingly instructive?)

Another drawing character faces video

Literally my favorite art pose hack

Tutorial of how to make a whole ass Stardew Valley esque farming game in Gamemaker Studios 2??

Introduction to flying small aircrafts

French/Dutch/Fishtail braiding

Playing the guitar for beginners (well paced and excellent instructor)

Playing the violin for beginners (really good practical tips mixed in)

Color theory in digital art (not of the children’s hospital variety)

Retake classes you hated but now there’s zero stakes:

Calculus 1 (full semester class)

Learn basic statistics (free textbook)

Introduction to college physics (free textbook)

Introduction to accounting (free textbook)

Learn a language:

Ancient Greek

Latin

Spanish

German

Japanese (grammar guide) (for dummies)

French

Russian (pretty good cyrillic guide!)

this is perfect <3

Good Morning

Vampire Edition, Part 1

Dawning sun shines gently through a crack in the curtains, warming your skin as you shift lazily from sleeping to waking. You stretch with langurous ease, rolling onto your side to seek out your bedfellow in the first moments of a new day ...

Comte de Saint-Germain

And there he is, in all his sun-touched glory. Golden hair and amber eyes, shining with tender affection as he watches you rouse yourself from sleep. Even now, you feel your smile turn a little shy as you raise a self-conscious hand to your hair. You know he watches you sleep, but it's still embarrassing to know he is intimately familiar with your bedhead.

His hand covers yours, stilling your attempts to tame your hair. Instead, he draws your fingers to his lips, teasing featherlight kisses to each soft pad.

"What shall we do today, mon cœur?"

Leonardo

Well, you try to roll over, anyway. It's a little difficult when you have the Renaissance Man himself wrapped around you like an over-eager koala on a particularly comfortable branch. Long arms and long legs have you pinned against his chest, his face nestled comfortably in the crook of your neck.

"Leonardo ... I have to get up."

The only response is a slow sigh against your skin, and the sensation of him nestling even closer in the warmth of your bed. You roll your eyes, wondering if Sebastian will accept "my genius made me sleep in" as an excuse for lateness yet again. You know he'll make you work for it ... but you might as well earn your punishment. Letting out a soft sigh of your own, you relax back into Leonardo's arms, letting your eyes close once again.

And just behind you, golden eyes crack open above a Cheshire cat smile as the genius in question watches you drift back to sleep in his arms.

Arthur

All that's visible of your in-house mystery writer is the back of his tousled head, his face pressed into the gap between the pillows, and one hand thrown carelessly onto your stomach as though needing the reassurance that you are there as he sleeps. There may also be snoring coming from the pillows, but he would never admit to it.

You laugh softly at the sight of him passed out after a long night of writing, easing just close enough to stroke your fingers through his hair. He mumbles something muffled, fingers twitching against your stomach, and sinks deeper to sleep with a heavy, though relaxed, sigh.

Gently, you slide out from under his arm, tucking the covers around him before making eye contact with the only other person in the room who actually knows what a morning is.

"Just you and me again, Vic."

Vincent

You roll over, and there he is, lips already seeking yours with a devilishly angelic smile. You can't help but giggle into the first of many good morning kisses, looping your arms about Vincent even as he gently rolls you to your back once again, peppering your face and mouth and neck with tender, playful gestures of affection.

Even when he draws back, it is only far enough that the two of you can breathe, nose to nose, reveling in each other's warmth beneath the rays of the dawning sun.

"I wish I could capture you in this moment," he murmurs, unable to resist stealing yet more kisses from your smiling lips, "but you're just too tempting for me to leave you long enough to get my paints ..."

Theo

His side of the bed is already empty, your eyes drawn to the disappointing sight of him already dressed, perched on the edge of the bed to tie his shoes. He looks back over his shoulder at you.

"Finally awake, knabbeltje? Thought for a while there you were going to suffocate me in your sleep."

The sleepiness flees from your mind as you sit up, mortified that you've been clinging to him in your sleep again. Before you can apologise, however, he is already leaning in, closing your mouth with a kiss that is entirely too passionate for a man on his way out to work.

"Go back to sleep, knabbeltje," he says, the low growl in his voice daring you to disobey while smothering you with his own unique affection. "I won't be long."

Shakespeare

Mismatched eyes blink owlishly at you as you roll to face your lover, smiling at the way he denies the morning's arrival by squeezing those same eyes tightly shut and drawing you closer to press his face into the spill of your hair. It doesn't look as though you're getting up any time soon, given the way his fingers are tracing the familiar lines of his own name across your back and hip.

"The moon doth shine too bright, methinks ... stay a while, and linger in mortal happiness with me."

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