#//skids plz

[shadowyrainbow-naomi]

Lil drawinggggg!!!! It came out very well! I’m not used to digital drawing tbh…

ENJOY

[chronicbeans]

STREBER AAAAA

THERE HE IIIIIIIIISSSSSSSS!!!!!

[fruitycake625]

RANTING ABOUT BLOOD FRIENDS (THE SPOOKY MONTH AU)

Blood Friends (the Spooky Month au) is so bad and lazy that its actually just hilarious.

Skid was the most out of character. Why was he so f*cking blood hungry and out for bodies??? And it's incredibly weird how jealous he was of pump. They made my baby look like a brat and it still irritates me BADDD

Pump, ehh idrk. He wasn't himself obviously, and he felt really "softcore", but idrc about that cause it's not a "bad" mischaracterization. But I do think he was just kinda there and boring.

Lila appearing out of nowhere with such buttass hair was a shock to me. And she was also wearing a furry mask so yea. She didn't impact the story, all I remember is that she wanted to defeat skid and like recrute Robert to join her??? Listen, idk why she looks like a mess, I'll guess it's cause her son turned into psycho but yea, she's not that important.

Kevin? He's there. He was blinded by Skid and got a lowkey cool scar from it. He also survived his store burning down because skid committed damn arson.

I refuse to rewatch the series so I don't remember everything that happened, but that's the basic stuff.

Confession: I want blood friends to be revamped or even continued? Like, I'd make Skid possessed by his father and then everything kinda just ensues? Just wanna get rid of skids like Junko Enoshimas nasty purple tounge thingy??

Also, skid wears like wrapped bandages on the outside of his costume which irritates me also.

SPECIFIC CRINGE SCENES I GOTTA TALK ABOUT:

SKID LICKS BLOOD OFF HIS FINGERS TO

PUMP KNOCKS SKID OUT, BUT INSTEAD OF CALLING THE POLICE, HE F*CKING DECIDES TO PUT A TRACKER IN SKIDS OPEN WOUND ON HIS CHEEK

I CAN'T MAKE THIS SHI UP MY GOD

[xbazattackx]

@mrparadisecity i’m home please unlock the garage door

[thebekashow]

so THATS what happened to skids dad!/j

(fr go follow this person they are so cool-)

BUG MONTH-

[nelapanela94]

Maybe rivals to lovers with Levi and a fem reader who’s smaller then him

Fluff plz

<3 Hi. Thank you for sending your request!!

WC: 1.4k TW: enemies to lovers, fluff, mention of injury.

You were the queen and he dethroned you.

In a few months he surpassed your titan kills, your numbers and records, and jealousy was burning you, gurgling in your chest like bubbling lava. How dared he? What was Erwin thinking when he dragged those thugs to the military?

But the most important question: What the hell is he made of? It still pricks your head.

Levi can’t be human, he can’t. He probably sold his soul to the devil or any other God of the night.

No matter how hard you train, you can’t outweigh him. And that jealousy transmogrified into hatred, a hatred that evolved to something else you're afraid to accept.

That clean freak midget.

Levi glares askance at you, his eyes clamped in a squint. “Have you seen yourself in the mirror?” He pushes the book back into the shelf, slips toward you and pats your head. Where your forehead ends it hardly reaches his eyes. The messy bun fails to add up.

“Don’t touch me with your filthy hands!” You snap him away and stomp out of the library, a simmering intensifying under your cheeks, your nails carving halfmoons in your palms. The door slam makes the building wiggle.

Someone cradles their arm on your head—because being armrest is your second job— putting the lid on the pressure cooker. “Y/N” Hange goofily says, and you can’t shun them because you respect them so much. “What did he do this time?”

Nothing.

But you always make a fuss about the most inconsequential thing that involves him.

And Hange knows it.

“He’s an asshole,” you grumble, and Hange jabs their forehead with the heel of their hand, sighing and shaking their head.

“Everyone knows it, but you're the only one who seems to hate him for his assholery.”

“Thanks for the support, Hange.” You skid off their grasp, waving without turning back, and head to your room. The pain in your thigh has been flaring and when you take a look at the gash, it is not near to healing. The skin around it looks redder and swollen, but don’t things get worse before they get better?

The effect of painkillers is washing off, and the shivers and sweat come back. You take a spoonful of that thick honey-like remedy formulated by the town's herbalist. He warned you that a high dosage can uncoil the intestines into a vertical chute.

The molasses scours your throat, making you scrunch your face, and you ready yourself for bed. It’s still early, but you don’t want to give explanations for your gait and dull looking skin. A rap on the door drags you out of bed, and groaning, you peek through the gaps between the slabs, but the figure is faceless. You open it and regret it the next second.

“What do you want now?”

Levi can only see half of your face through the wedge.

“You left this at the library.” He clicks his tongue and opens his hand, materializing the necklace you inherited from your mother. It was a hot afternoon and you’d taken it off before the rash ignited in the back of your neck.

The door hinges screech. “Oh, thanks.” You sheepishly say and pry it from his hand, carefully to not touch his skin, afraid the whole building would combust.

His eyes slip over your body, your nightgown skimming your knees; one eyebrow lurches up.

“I’m tired.”

But Levi’s eyes are honed for details. Your skin is pale, your lips dried and drab. Not plump and kissable.

A jolt of pain flashes through your leg, bending you in halves.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just a cramp.” You coax your words in a moan.

Levi, grumbling under his breath, totes you to the end of your bed, stoops a chair before you, stretches your leg on his lap and flings up the skirt of your gown.

Color comes back to your cheeks. “You damn pervert, what the fuck are you doing?” You try to kick him off with your good leg.

“Preventing you from dying of an infection.” He raises his eyes from the wound to yours. “Why didn’t you let a nurse check it out?” He sighs and gets back on his feet.

“Why do you even care?”

Because I like you, you dumbass.

He clears his throat and tosses you over his shoulder in a swift move as if you were a sack of potatoes.

“Put me down! Where the fuck are you taking me! People will see my underwear!”

“Nothing interesting to see.” He bluntly says, “I’m taking you to the infirmary, because clearly you can’t take care of yourself.”

“I can take care of myself! I don’t need your help!” You throw fists on his back that don’t even cause tickles on him. Damn, he smells so good.  “I fucking hate you, Levi!”

“Listen, you stupid brat.” His arm tenses around you. “I don’t like you either, but I won’t let you suffer when I know I can do something to help. So stop wallowing and shut the fuck up. You’re too loud for someone so short.”

“You have no right. To reach the top of the shelf you’re useless. I’ll ask Miche to put your tea pots out of your reach.”

Condemned to look at his ass all the way to the infirmary—tempted to squeeze it—you can’t see the blush creeping over his cheeks.

Life has taught him that passion is like fire, a risky thing. It could easily get out of hand. It climbs over walls and crosses ditches. Sparks fly like bugs and spread quickly; and the wind can take coals for miles. Better to control it. Carefully managed. Tamed. Content in captivity. The key, he thinks, is to avoid a blaze.

“Captain Le—” The nurse gasps as he seizes her domains and advances toward one of the empty beds. She follows. You wave at her, offering a smile of defeat. “Hey, Claire.”

“Y/N! What’s wrong?”

“Fix her.” Levi says as he lays you on the bed. “Her left thigh.” He steps away, looking somewhere else as the young nurse examines your wound. She asks you questions about when, where and how, and why you thought it was a good idea to take care of it by yourself to which you provide puny, vague answers. She sighs. “Wait a second.”

Levi and you avoid each other’s gaze as if they were poisonous. He folds his arms over his chest, his eyes jumping randomly at different spots on the wall. You are busy pushing back your cuticles. Clearing throats, sniffs. You don’t have the energy to shoo him. A few minutes later, a rolling cart rattles with scary metal instrumentation. The needle goes through your skin—antibiotics she says—to back off the infection. She cleanses it with povidone-iodine, dabs something that stings, travels through your nerves, and materializes in a whine. You bite your lips as she stitches you up, tears trembling at the corners of your eyes.

“I suggest you stay all night,” she smiles. She leaves a flask with two hard to swallow pills on the side table and a glass of water. You thank her. “Let me know if you need anything.” She nods to Levi and prances away, the curtain flings behind her.

“You don’t have to stay,” you say to Levi, bitterly. But his ears are clogged with wax, and he sits next to you.

He scrapes his brain for a cheap excuse. “I’ll make sure you don’t run away.”

You frown.

After an awkward silence, you dare ask, “Why do you care?” You cover your body up to your chest—except for your treated leg—with the translucid blanket that fits in the Scouting Legion’s budget. Because a good fraction goes for tea.

Levi ponders your question for an answer that wouldn’t give him away. “The Survey Corps need you.” His disappointment stretches, shrouding you. The night is falling, swallowing the sun to relinquish stardom to the moon. Levi lights the oil lamp on the table.    

“They have you, anyway,” you say.

His heart is banging, shouting orders to the brain, and not the other way round as it should be. What’s the point of fighting if you’re not here? But of course, he’d never disclose those words.

You fall asleep, giving up to the weariness and pain, and Levi mutters to himself, shoulders slouched, “I’ll never be good enough.”

Your hand looks fragile and thin, and he scolds himself for not noticing before. He swaddles it in his, exchanging warmth and yearning. He smiles to himself; his fingers sink between the gaps of yours. Your pulse ticks against his wrist, typing a message in Morse code for his heart to decode. How to say I love you when no one has taught you? The nerve ending in his fingertips gasp.

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[skeletalsky]

GROWING DESPERATE AND RESORTING TO BEGGING PEOPLE ON TUMBLR TO RP WITH ME AGAIN!

guys please im so hungry for susie content… PLZ rp with me…

i mainly rp spooky month, but im also into omori and dandy’s world :p mains for each fandom aree…

spooky month

susie, kevin, skid, robert, jaune, patty

omori

hero, mari, bowen

dandy’s world

shelly, rodger

DM ME 2 GET MY DISCORD AND DISCUSS RP STUFF :p

[skidmarkeater]

draw skid eating an m&m using his robot hands like that one animated rat meme plz

[xbazattackx]

well uh maybe just a little teeny bit…

that's not what i meant

how do YOU feel about baz having a crush on you?

alsjfsldjfsldjf

@xbazattackx clear this up so the anons leave me alone?

[invisibleraven]

"Not the right time, not the right place." for Rulie, plz and thank you?

Well here we go guys, prompt #1000. And as soon as I got this prompt, I knew what I was going to do. Going back to one of my original OTPs of Niles/Daphne for inspiration again because they will always hold a piece of my soul. As will Rulie, and I hope I managed to do this prompt justice with this fill. Love you all.

The first time they meet, it's love at first sight-for Reggie anyways.

Okay, so maybe not love, but he finds himself disarmed by Julie's beauty, by her kindness, and how different she is from anyone he's ever met. Yet, no matter how attractive he finds her, he won't do anything about it.

For one, she's working for Alfie, helping him recover after his accident, and since Reggie is paying the bills, she's essentially his employee. Secondly he's happy with Kayla-or happy enough. Comfortable after so much time together to be more honest. But that history is also why he can't just throw in the towel to pursue a woman he finds captivating.

So he pines, and glances at her, maybe throws out a line or two to make her laugh, but nothing more.

And he gets to know her. How Julie grew up with a song in her heart, but childhood cancer had destroyed her singing voice. She did musical therapy for a long time, thinking maybe she could just play to heal what she had lost, but it never quite filled the hole. So instead she became a physical therapist, inspired by everyone in her life who had tried to help her recover.

"Well you do an amazing job with it," Reggie stated. "I know Alfie can be grumpy-"

"Hey!" Alfie retorted from his chair, but he was smiling, so there was no heat behind it. "You try rolling your car three times and see how much of a sunny personality you come out with!"

"I was gonna say you've done wonders for him," Reggie continued, rolling his eyes at his brother's antics. "And you've brought us closer as a result."

It was true-after he left home, Reggie lost touch with Alfie, who had never suffered under their father's rage as Reggie himself had. Nor their mother's indifference-Alfie had gotten nothing but their love and admiration, so it had lead to a lot of resentment. However, when Alfie got hurt, Reggie was the first person he called-their parents were off enjoying their retirement, and even though the brothers had been surviving on phone calls at the holidays, Reggie came running.

Now, after a lot of talking, and a few beers during said talks, they were closer than ever. And it was Julie who pushed them to talk, calling them idiots for not taking the second chance life was throwing at them.

Reggie felt he owed her more than he could ever afford to pay her for that push alone. It also didn't help endear her to him any less.

Yet Reggie never said anything. Even as he and Kayla hit the skids for what felt like the hundredth time and Julie dated off and on-mostly handsome guys who didn't offer much besides looks and a good time, Reggie always seemed to miss his chance.

Then Alfie was well enough that he didn't need as much help, and Reggie panicked, thinking this might mean goodbye to Julie. Only she offered to stay-as Alfie's roommate, and she would waive her fee for any therapy he needed for a reduction in the rent.

"I would miss you if you gone," Alfie admitted. "So I think we can work with that. Plus it'll be a big relief to Reggie's pocketbook!"

"I could afford it," Reggie replied with a shrug. "No price is too high to help you out baby bro."

Reggie had done well for himself-sure investments and accounting wasn't the exciting career he dreamed of, but it kept him in comfort, and allowed him to provide for Alfie when he needed it. Plus he did always love numbers and math.

After that, even though he didn't need to check on Alfie as much, he still went over just as often; hanging out with Alfie to catch a game, tending to the stuff around the house he could so Alfie didn't strain himself. Helping Julie in the kitchen.

"I swear I know you two are bachelors, but you don't have to eat like it," she said as she passed him an onion to chop.

"I can do breakfast, and simple stuff," he argued.

"Well that's better than my papi," she chuckled. "I swear he only knows how to make spaghetti."

They chopped in silence for a moment before Reggie chuckled. "We're chopping in rhythm."

"We are!" Julie giggled. She hummed a tune as they kept chopping, and Reggie noticed how she smiled while she did. He knew she missed singing, but this didn't seem to hurt as much as it used to. So he joined in, the two of them making music together as they cooked.

Reggie was going to tell her-she wasn't working for him, they were both single-why not see if they could make something of this?

But his tongue refused to move, and once the oven beeped, the moment was gone. Reggie didn't mind-he would have other chances.

Yet he never took them. Even as they grew closer, joking with Alfie over tv shows they all enjoyed, chatting about astronomy after Reggie lamented not having the space for a telescope in his apartment.

Not even after she came to stay in his guest room after butting heads with the horrid woman Alfie was seeing-and that had taken all of Reggie's restraint, but she was relying on him to be a safe harbour, not make her staying conditional on accepting his feelings.

Finally, Reggie had enough-he had been into Julie for...and embarrassing time now. Years. Even Alfie had caught onto his crush, and had urged him multiple times to say something.

So he got a dahlia-her favourite flower, and went to their place, ready to confess his love. Only to find her getting ready for a date with this new guy, Nick.

"It's okay bud," Alfie assured him. "He won't stick around-they never do."

Only Nick did. He was a nice enough guy, and Reggie was happy for Julie that she finally got herself a good man-he just wished it was him.

Enough was enough, and Reggie decided to go out there and find someone-he had been single for awhile, and maybe that would help him get over Julie.

Viv was exactly what he needed. She was serious, and fastidious, but he liked that about her-it made it feel like a real grown up relationship, not a fling. Plus she treated him well, striving to make him better, looking good on his arm as they went to functions and events.

Reggie just ignored how much more he would rather be with someone who made those events fun-someone with curly hair and a gap toothed smile.

"I think I'm going to ask Viv to move in," he told Alfie some time later.

"Oh, are you guys that serious?" Alfie asked-he wasn't a big fan of Viv, but told Reggie he only cared that he was happy.

"I think so. Seems like the logical sequence of things." Reggie looked around the house. "You doing okay lately? I know Julie hasn't been around much."

"Kinda lonely," Alfie admitted. "But I guess I have to get used to it-I think Nick is gonna pop the question."

Reggie choked on air at that. "Already?"

Alfie shrugged. "I know he went to see Julie's dad-I would assume to ask for his permission."

"Julie hates that kinda shit," Reggie said. "So does Ray." He had met all of Julie's family by this point-and they had practically adopted him and Alfie. They were honorary Molinas by this point, and Reggie had come to think of them as their family too.

"I know-Carlos told me that Ray had to hold himself back from saying anything. Wish he had read him the riot act," Alfie sighed. He looked at Reggie then. "Are you sure about Viv? I always thought you and Julie would figure it out eventually."

"That's old news Alf," Reggie said. "I'm with Viv, she's with Nick."

"You still love her though."

It wasn't a question, and Reggie could do nothing but nod. "I know I shouldn't-I mean, I like Viv-love Viv. But Julie...part of my heart still belongs to her, will probably ways be a little bit in love with her. I just...I lost my chance there Alf, time to move one, try to make the most of what I have."

"I swear if you break out into Love The One You're With I will kick you out," Alfie threatened, causing the two of them to burst into laughter-neither noticing the set of wide brown eyes retreating in a hurry from where they had been looking into the room.

That night, after Reggie had gone, Julie sat down next to Alfie. "Hey hun," he greeted her, handing her a bottle of beer. "Good day?"

"Long day," Julie replied. "But my afternoon appointment cancelled."

"You should have come back! Hung out!" Alfie said.

"I did come back," Julie confessed. "But you were with your brother. I heard you talking."

"What, you didn't want to jump into our discussion over who was the best Starfleet captain?"

"No, Alfie. I heard...I heard Reggie say he was in love with me," Julie said, looking at Alfie, her eyes never moving even as his face contorted. "Is it true?"

"Julie...I think you should probably hear the answer from him-you know, intentionally," Alfie replied.

"That's not a no."

"It's all the answer you're gonna get," he replied. "Unless you wanna tell me how you feel about him."

"You'd only tell him," Julie stated.

"Jules...do you have feelings for Reg?"

"No. Yes. I don't know," Julie confessed. "I mean, he's Reggie! We've been friends for years now, and I know what a great guy he is, and you Peters boys aren't hurting in the looks department. Plus he makes me laugh, and we can talk about everything, and..."

"Julie," Alfie said, taking her hand. "Tell him. You'll be miserable-the both of you-if you don't."

"I can't," she said. "Nick-he asked me to marry him."

"Oh."

"I told him I would give him an answer this weekend, at the holiday party. But I have to say yes right? We're good together, and I love Nick, how can I throw it all away on a chance?"

"Julie, can I say something?" Alfie asked. At her nod he granted her a smile. "You don't want to spend your life wondering about a chance you didn't take. So think about who you'd rather be waiting for you at the end of the aisle-and go from there."

Julie pulled Alfie into a hug at that. "I love you Alfie Peters."

"Love you too Jules."

Only that weekend, at the party, Alfie could see Julie sticking close to Nick, even as her face was all uncertainty. Could see the way Reggie's smile never seemed to reach his eyes as Viv went on and on about maybe finding a space for the both of them together-some place further out, someplace new.

Alfie wasn't one to screw with people's relationships, but these two were his family, how could he not interfere?

With that, he pulled Reggie into a side room. "Julie knows."

"Knows about Nick proposing? I kinda figured," Reggie said.

"No Reg, she knows about your feelings for you," Alfie said. "And I think she feels the same way."

"What?" Reggie squeaked.

"Look Reggie, I told her to tell you, but now she's in full panic mode and you look like you're headed off to Alcatraz instead of co-habitating with your girlfriend. So tell her the truth before that ring goes on her finger-and you make the biggest mistake of your life."

"I can't-"

"You have to, or the both of you will be miserable for the rest of your lives," Alfie promised him. "I'll send her in-just...please Reggie."

"God I hate that I can never say no to you," Reggie said, breathing erratic as Alfie left the room. What was he going to do?

"Reggie?"

He turned, and there was Julie, looking resplendent in a sparkly purple dress, smile brighter than it had been all evening-and Reggie had noticed, but had chocked it up to nerves because she knew what was going to happen and she wasn't one for a big spectacle.

"You look beautiful."

"Thanks," she blushed, then grinned at him. "You clean up pretty good yourself."

"I try." He took a breath. "Listen Julie-Alfie and I were talking."

"Don't," she pleaded.

"Why?"

"Because I know what you're going to say an it's...it's just not the right time Reggie."

"You're right," he conceded. "Not the right time, not the right place. But Julie-I have to say it. If not I never will. And I've been trying and not doing it for years now."

"Years?"

"Pretty much since the moment we met," he said with a nod. "It was just a crush at first-you're beautiful, so who could blame me? But then I got to know you, discovered how much more than your looks you are. How strong you are, how kind, funny, sassy, patient, creative, and yes, beautiful, both inside and out. How could I not fall for you?"

"I'm with Nick."

"And I'm with Viv, but you say the word and I will leave her. I never felt for her even a fraction of what I feel for you. If you want me Julie, I'm yours." Reggie looked at her-the way she was holding herself, the way she wouldn't look at him. God he had screwed this up hadn't he.

"Reggie..."

"I know this sucks, and I have the absolute worst timing," he said. "But I just need you to answer one question; how do you feel about me?"

Julie shook her head and left the room, and Reggie was sure his heart shattered as the door closed behind her. Well, that was that.

He pulled out his phone, telling Alfie he was headed home-there was no way he could stay and watch Julie say yes to Nick.

That night he ended things with Viv-no matter what Julie had answered, he still loved her, and it wasn't fair to Viv to string her along when he knew he wasn't really what she deserved. She didn't take it well, but that was more telling than anything that they weren't well suited.

He was nursing a glass of cider as the clock ticked closer to midnight. Tie hanging loose around his neck, lights off as he watched he lights of the city reflect on the glass of his balcony door.

Then there was a knock on the door.

"Go away Alfie!"

Another knock, and Reggie groaned-knowing his brother wouldn't give up until he opened up or Alfie got fed up enough to use his emergency key. He stalked over to the door, throwing it open.

Only it wasn't Alfie who stood there. It was Julie.

"Hi," he said quietly.

"Hi," she replied. "I was wondering...if you might be free for a date?"

Reggie's smile burst forth, hauling her into a hug. "Oh my god, yes!"

Julie beamed, looking up at him. Pulling him down into a kiss that lit them both up more than the fireworks erupting across the sky. That was sweeter than any dessert, and more loving than any they had experienced before.

They pulled back, foreheads resting together. Reggie couldn't stop smiling. "I love you."

Julie smirked at him. "I know."

"You did not just Han Solo me!" he said, twirling them around, their laughter filling the space.

"I figured you would appreciate it," Julie said, pulling him down so there was only a breath of space between their lips. "And by the way? I love you too."

[n4talia-chaparro]

Can you draw skid and pump form spooky month plz

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Well...since today is October you know what it means.

[robot-rarepairs-dotcom]

(nautiskidswerve) specifics on how nautica and skids appreciate their cute chubby conjunx, plz?

Ehehehe I think they’d love carrying him and squishing, patting and pinching his chubbiness. They’d stare a little and give him extra snacks. At night they snuggle his belly and give him tummy kissies at night after meals, giving him tummy rubs 💕

[cinnamons1999]

the top 6 imma draw cuz this poll is basically over.

for SvS i'll draw grey & some ocs idfk... (i'll come out w a new oc soon so itll technically count 🤓)

for lalaloopsy, crashbox, bunny maloney & artiswitch plz dm a character.

for sky cotl i'll probably draw your skid if you dm it to me(idc if it is canon-divergent cuz my sky au is very canon divergent). cuz im demotivated w my own sky ocs

[vinegar-rights]

thoughts on my version of little shop of horrors: seymours mother :p (read tags plz)

I like to combine aspects of the 1986 and the 1960 films :3.

He was put up for adoption as a baby, too expensive to care for a child. Seymour grew up assuming he was an orphan and was put into the custody of Mr. Mushnik. As he became older, he figured that he DID have a biological mother and she was still alive. He tried to reach out to meet her, but she refused to keep contact. He never met her until he became more well known, with newspapers covering the story of him and his new special plant. His success reached her and Seymour was delighted to know that he was finally going to meet his mother after so many years. Who knew fame was this powerful?

She requested that he visit her apartment for dinner. The woman was older, with messy gray-white hair and eyes that matched seymours, mousey and nervous. She welcomed her son but not without a quick check-up, only to make sure he won't drop dead right at that moment.

The apartment was messy, but no smell of mildew or sight of mold. A clean-ish hoarding situation, there were boxes everywhere full of who knows what and half-used first aid kits. The lack of bugs is what made Seymour confused, cockroaches were a common bug, especially in more drafty, more run down apartments like in Skid Row. He developed a bit of a phobia, growing up around the critters in skid rows home for boys. Dirty. Gross. Even as an adult he sometimes would sit up in bed in the middle of the night, scanning his room for any nocturnal bugs that would skitter in for shelter from the elements.

Seymour was immediately put off by the kitchen, where dinner was cooking. His mother had been talking the entire time, rambling something about the shop and what was in the paper that day, he tuned her out as he became more aware of his surroundings. The kitchen had bottles full of medicine, pill bottles aligned in rows on the counter, and already there's a napkin out with a glass of water with an assortment of pills that are ready to be consumed.

he noticed Seymour's quietness and slight discomfort, who was gazing at the view of her kitchen. She turned to explain her many issues, bad back, sinus infection, constant cold, her appendix got removed recently, ect. Her explanation managed to visibly calm her son's nerves, but he was still eyeing what was on the stove. Seymour tried not to pay mind to his mother's cooking, she was gracious enough to try to form a connection with him, and even asked him to come over! He turned to her to change the subject, he didn't want it to seem like he was judging her. They talked throughout the afternoon about what happened in the past years, and how they found each other. Most of the conversation was directed at Seymour: How did you find the plant? What kind is it? Oh, its a cross between a flytrap and what exactly? You don't know? You must be getting a lot of press, any opportunities? You were asked to host a TV show?ect. There were so many questions that Seymour wasn't to ask his own, he wanted to know why it took so long to talk to her, where was she this entire time, why didn't she reach out first?

Eventually, she passed him a bowl of whatever was in the pot in the kitchen. He didn't notice any food on the counter. The soup smelled sweet, like cough syrup. He opted to drink more of the water she offered, but he didn't want to be rude, he consumed some of the dinner. She grinned as she ate her food with her son, explaining that this is a staple of her household. The aftertaste after one spoonful made his whole body shiver as if he drank bitter wine. Out of fear of potentially offending her and risking her cutting him off forever, he ate a little bit more, cringing at the taste. Quickly he started becoming nauseous. He paused, looking more closely at the bowl, there was little to no actual food, there was a broth of course, but little to no items that would be the cause of this spike in anxiety and confusion. Something dawned on him. While his mother was watching him in between spoonfuls, she asked if he was okay. He nodded but politely declined any more. His newly reunited mother was either horribly ill all the time or a hypochondriac. He didn't need a high school education to know that. The pills and bottles on the counter were another explanation. This wasn't regular soup. She was drugging him. He sat up from the realization, and his mother became more worried at his sudden change of personality. She asked him if he was alright again, if he didn't like her food. He replied hastily that it was amazing, it's just that he remembered he left the stove on-- no, he needed to check on twoey, around this time her leaves should get washed. She accepted that explanation, and began pushing him out the door to help him on his way to Mushnik and Sons. As soon as Seymour was on the sidewalk outside of her apartment, he turned to an alleyway nearby. Fearful of whatever was in his system, he tried to throw up.

He became experienced when he accidentally ingested pesticide as a child and had to induce vomiting to avoid a hospital visit. He ran home, still feeling some residual effects of the drugs, despite only ingesting a little. The shop was empty and dark, Mr. Mushnik and Audrey went home early that day. He drank water and tried to calm himself. He found himself leaning next to audrey ii's pot, mind racing from the events that transpired. His strange mother, the apartment, the "food".

Tears sprang from his eyes as he thought everything over. She only cared to reach out as soon as he became famous. She didn't care to reach out to what was presumably her only child and never gave an explanation as to why she gave him away. He felt used. Defeated, he cried into his clammy hands. Why is everyone so cruel? Was twoey right? That some people were evil by fault and needed to die? His thoughts were deafening his senses, and didn't notice a vine curl around his body and pulled toward the sentient plant. Twoey could read his mind, which was why she knew what his innermost desires were. Turns out trying to get Seymour to reunite with his mother was a bad idea. He tired himself out after 2 hours, one of her vines snaked around his wrist and fingers, sensing Seymour's ratial artery to monitor his heart rate. He was asleep eventually, blanketed by twoeys vines and leaves. Thanks to Seymour, Orin left twoey satisfied for the past week, though maybe she could convince him again for another meal sometime soon.

[elegant-fleuret]

went to edit the opening chapter of my next fic and I started to add an entirely new scene bruh brain plz

anyway, sneak peak under the cut. aiming to get this baby birthed by Friday

At least the goodies you picked up from your impromptu shopping trip made it to the kitchen counter. Not nearly as lucky you were barely able to make it down the hallway to your bedroom with Rocket groping your body as if the holy ghost of horniness had possessed him. One moment he had you pressed against the wall, paws grubbing under the layers of clothes you wore in hope of finding skin while his tongue frantically whisked around the inside of your mouth. The next, you were on the floor with your pants around your thighs and his mouth skimming against your wet folds.

You had seconds to recover from the whiplash of no longer being upright, his wiggling tongue delving straight into your hole for mere moments before being replaced by the head of his cock.

"Ah fuck," you hissed out at the tight resistance as he pressed himself into you, fingers skidding along the floor as if you could hold onto the polished hardwood.

[sweetcafa]

Rules/list

No incest or familycest stuff

No non-Consensual acts

No pedo/ adult x minor

No teacher x student unless in college

No kinks that I feel are uncomfortable.

Plz no heavy lewd or gore request

No character x oc

If the creator is not ok with sexualizing there character I won’t.

If the character is a minor you will be A. 1-2years older. B. Same age or if not having a canon age will be hc one. If platonic any age will be fine.

Please tell me if you even want a one shot or a head canon or both just to make it easier plz😔

I can do

Fluff

Lime

Light Lemon

Fluff / angst

Platonic romance

Any other specific request I find comfortable

AUs

Head cannons

One shots

Lists

__________________

Twst

Every student/characters

If it’s the staff/teachers it will be platonic

Saint spell book

Alucain

Billie

Bugbear

Hui

Titus

(More will be added )

Project: Eden’s garden

Ulysses Wilhelm

Wolfgang Akira

Damon Maitsu

Grace Madison

(More will be added)

Murder drones

N

Uzi

Error143

Mican yujin

Obscura

Keir (the thief)

Cirrus (the priest)

Fancy stranger

Blooming panic

Nightowl

Quest

Xyx

Nakedtoaster

Trapped with jester

The mf jester

Snaggemon

Garret

Repurpose

Kalei

Ramon

Dj roadkill

Mitts

Rosita

Noel

Fayebael

Witches x Warlocks

Lawrence

Zero

Carmilla

Damion

Spooky month

Kevin

Lilia

Jaune

Bob

Streber

The hatzgang

Dexter

Platonic

Skid

Pump

VTSOM (Vincent the secret of myers)

Draco

Vincent

Victor

Zalmona

Monsieur.M

Therpy with Dr.Albert Krueger

Dr.Albert Krueger

Taylor lee

Genshin impact

Every character �� there are god Damm so many

Platonic

Klee

Qiqi

Diona

Dori

Nahida

MC (Mandela catalog)

Alt Gabriel

Alt ceser/ceser

Adam

Jonah

Mark

( also dessert au )

Apple pie Adam

Blueberry mark

Lemon tart Jonah

Strawberry ceser

The owl house (TOH)

Eda

Luz

Willow

Hunter/possessed hunter

Gus

Lilith

Raine 😩 bgg/puppet,possessed puppet

Amity

Maybe Belos 👹

Romantically platonic/or just platonic

King

Collector

Hooty

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Thank you for reading my rules and list. Have a great day/night. Request are closed from now. Don’t worry if you request something before Jan 2 I will get to it.You may ask further questions if you want to ask.