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Really you have two options if Oberyn decided to use his body as a squirty cream canvas: Either lick it off him or decide to add onto his picture, perhaps his smiley a nice beard extending down the rest of Oberyn’s torso. Maybe you could a third route a draw a smiley of your own on your chest??

Anon’s third eye is wide fuckin open this evening and I am HERE for it

feel free to use these! <3

Din Djarin soft man. Din Djarin love of my life. Din Djarin sweet, sweet man. Din Djarin nice man. Din Djarin man. Din Djarin soft.

Mando Mando Mando Mando Mando Mando Mando

My knee flared up really badly today (pain + swelling. Not fun. It hurts a lot.) and if you have time I’d love some headcanons for The Boys helping with it/how they’d react to it 🥺 I am soft and you write the best headcanons. I always come to your blog and scroll through to make sure I don’t miss anything

Note: oh no, I’m sorry you’re hurting! I’m glad you enjoy the headcanons, I hope you enjoy these too!! 💖

Agent Whiskey:

He’ll be the picture perfect doting man. You won’t have to lift a finger, won’t have to do anything if your knee is acting up. Not while he’s around. He’s always quick to get you any kind of medication, heat, ice, etc etc. that you may need to help you feel better as soon as possible.

Javier Peña:

He’ll be almost annoying in how he won’t let you move. If he comes home and finds chores done or food made, he’ll just give you a look that tells you you’re in trouble because those things were his job while you recovered. Doesn’t stop him from being unbearably soft around you too, though.

Din Djarin:

Din gets very protective. Like, moreso than usual. He’s keeping a very close eye on you, making sure you don’t strain it any more than it already is. He’ll filter through his meager amount of med supplies, trying to piece together something that might be able to help.

Catfish/Frankie Morales:

He knows a thing or two about basic medical training from the military, so he’s quick to make sure you’re keeping it rested and either on heat or ice. He’ll do everything for you without suggestion or complaint, just so you can get the most out of your recovery.

Ezra:

He’s immediately rigging together some makeshift medical supplies to try and ease your symptoms. He’ll even try and use the flora around you if the planet is conducive for it. Either way, he’s staying by your side while you recover. He can’t bear to leave you alone.

Oberyn Martell:

You will want for absolutely nothing while you’re recovering, and you can bet on that. He may not be the one to wait on you hand and foot, but someone will. Preferably while he’s lounged out beside you, taking naps and helping you recover through relaxation.

Maxwell Lord:

Maxwell is making VERY sure that you’re taken care of. It’ll be one of the few times he takes time off work, just so he doesn’t leave you alone while you’re in pain. Even if you insist that it’s fine and you can still fend for yourself, he’s still staying close by so he can handle everything himself.

Prussia: If I were dating you, well, heh. Let’s just say that horses wouldn’t be called horses anymore.*walks away*

Canada: Hey what the fuck does this mean

Canada: Im shaking what does this mean

If you are comfortable writing this, how would all 10 of the Pedro characters deal with their s/o almost dying in childbirth?

Note: I will absolutely try my best!

Agent Whiskey:

Whiskey will be a goddamn train wreck. He’s in a near-constant state of panic, praying to whichever god will listen that you pull through and be okay. He absolutely cries a lot, he’s just so stressed out over the whole ordeal that he can’t help it. He tries to be strong for the baby, but it’s so damn hard he can’t help but break while he waits for you to recover.

Javier Peña:

Javi, much like Jack, will be a mess. He’ll try his best to keep a level head, to trust in the doctors working on helping you, but he feels absolutely useless while he’s unable to help. As soon as he’s cleared to go in, he’s not leaving your side, and he’s so damn grateful that you’re still alive that he can’t help but shed a number of tears.

Din Djarin:

Din will be unable to stop pacing. Seriously, he can’t sit still. He’s just so consumed with thoughts of “what if”s that he just can’t focus on anything else. He keeps incredibly close to wherever you’re being cared for, just in case he needs to be by your side at a moment’s notice. He’s never been a religious man, but damn does he start praying.

Catfish/Frankie Morales:

If you thought Jack was a walking train wreck, then wait until you see Frankie. He’ll probably need someone with him to keep him from just having a full on nervous meltdown, though he won’t be able to stop thinking the worst. As soon as he’s able, he’s rushing to your side, telling you all about the baby and how much he loves you.

Ezra:

This is absolutely his worst nightmare, and he won’t be able to hide that fact. If you are with a proper medic, he’ll still be panicking, though at some point he’ll get so worn out he can’t anymore. He can probably be heard gently talking to the baby, telling them he can’t wait for them to meet you, because he knows they will. They have to.

Oberyn Martell:

Such things probably aren’t terribly uncommon in Oberyn’s world, so he had an idea hat this might happen. Still, it doesn’t make the tension and fear any less real. He knows it’s best to just let the healers do their work, but he’s still incredibly nervous until they tell him you’re going to be okay. In fact, he won’t really calm down until he sees you himself.

Maxwell Lord:

Maxwell will be incredibly short with everyone present, just because that’s how his fear tends to manifest. It will probably take some third party that he trusts to calm him down, tell him that his anger isn’t helping and that he needs to be there for his kid while you recover. Once he’s allowed, he never leaves your side, telling you all about the baby he’s so excited for you to meet.

Max Phillips:

If he had a heartbeat, he’d be able to feel it in his throat. He won’t stop pacing, running his hands through his hair, and trying to desperately come up with something he can do to help. He tries so hard to keep it together, but as soon as he sees that the baby has your eyes, he can’t help but let a few tears stream down his face.

Marcus Pike:

God, he’s an absolute mess. He’s probably asking a million questions, trying desperately to get someone to reassure him with confidence that you’ll be okay, that you’ll pull through. He can’t bear to think of the alternative, so he won’t. He’ll focus on the little one, telling them all about you and knowing in his heart that you’ll love them when you see them.

Pero Tovar:

Dying during childbirth is a painfully common thing in Tovar’s time, so he attempted to be as prepared as possible before your due date arrived. But no amount of preparation in the world could make him any less scared. He’s trying his best to take care of the newborn, doing everything he can to stay calm for at least their sake while praying harder than he ever has before.

I would sell my soul for more content like this

So good.... Seriously, read it

calamitous love and insurmountable grief

Pairing: Ezra x female!reader

Summary: Ezra returns home after a long time away.

a/n: i’ve been wanting to write a fic with this title ever since the song came out. i think this is perfect for it. anyway, let me know what you think!!

warnings: angst, sexual themes (+18), miscarriage mentions

word count: 3.6k

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The dry leaves crunch beneath their boots as they walk down the small earthly road. The cold air makes him shiver, although he tries to hide it from her. She did tell him to buy an extra jacket at Central, but he didn’t listen. He was too eager to come back here.

To come back home.

Ezra didn’t plan to stay away for long, but the events that took place in the Green stalled him too much. One thing led to another and when he realized, three years had passed since he had left.

Three years since he left the planet with the promise of one last job. Three years since he last saw your face, stained with tears, begging him not to go. His heart clenches at the thought and the regret eats him up on the inside. All that time in that stupid toxic moon, there wasn’t a day he didn’t think of you. There wasn’t a night he spent wishing he was back here, with you in his arms as he read to you.

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