#AURGH THESE ARE SO CUTE

[raspberryvv]

This is for the anon with incredibly sweet hcs that I needed to draw 😞😞🩷🩷 thank you sm for them I hope u see this and that you'll like it <3

[flovverworks]

guy who akira thought was gonna kill them vs guy who Will end up killing them

[neptunesailing]

hm some of my art on here is old enough right. maybe its time for some redraws

[mawenskiblue]

👁️ 👁️ what is this “nmg au”? Tell me more?

🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️💦💦💦 hides snippet under the cut (rambles in tags)

... It’s hard to tell what they’re feeling at times. Still, they shook his hand and introduced their name.

N.

A simple, one-lettered nickname. Unlike his, clearly inspired by his appearance; but he’s not complaining. Nightmare gave him a better nickname than what the multiverse did. ...

[hqmillioncorn]

FFXIVWrite Day four: Off the Hook

"-And that was the day we all met you!" Stelala took one last sip of her coffee and set it down on the table. "It almost feels like yesterday in way..." Floral noticed halfway through the story that Babycorn had already fallen asleep in her chair. Maybe Stelala had also been telling this story for her and Blooming who hadn't been there. But Blooming was also asleep in her chair. They had also heard this story a hundred times already! Anyone who asked why Annie keeps dried squid in her pockets had already heard it!!

As the sun set over another day of the Moonfire Faire a handful of attendants were finally deciding to head ashore. Some of those people that were heading back were the caterers that had been hard at work serving and making food since the afternoon. Now it was time for them to rest and for another company to cycle in and pick up where they left off.

And all four of them couldn’t have been happier about it. 

While Annie and Allie gossiped to each other about the most annoying customer each of them had served that day, M’yusa waited for Stelala to catch up to their group. She knew for a fact that Stelala had been complaining all day about her feet killing her. So it was no wonder she was trailing so far behind. 

M’yusa’s worries peaked when she noticed that Stelala had stopped in her tracks. 

“Oh no!! Her feet really did kill her!!” M’yusa lamented with a sob. She knew that Stelala was older than all of them but she didn’t think she was that old!!! What a tragedy!!!

M’yusa’s panicking finally caught Annie and Allie’s attention, as they both turned around to see what their newest employee was yelling about now. “Is she blowing something out of proportion again?” Annie asked her twin. 

“Don’t say that!” Allie gave Annie a gentle push, “I’m sure whatever M’yusa is worrying about now is perfectly reasonable.” Unlike the fifteen other times this had happened. 

“GUYS STELALA’S FEET KILLED HER! JUST LIKE SHE SAID!!”

Allie sighed, trying to ignore the glare that Annie was giving her. “Or it could be just like the time we ran out of straws.” She could still remember the cold stares of the Yellowjackets and the dampness of her prison cell.

While both twins were reminiscing on the past, M’yusa was already running over to where Stelala had stopped to try and help her. “Don’t worry Miss Stelala I’m coming!!” 

Stelala (who was very much not dead) noticed her co-worker running over to her. She was kicking up so much sand it was genuinely shocking to her that Allie and Annie hadn’t said anything to her by now. 

But it did very much mean something to her. Because over the course of this day only, Stelala had developed an absolute hatred for sand and everything it stood for. Just thinking about that horrible sandy substance being near her was making her livid. “AUUUGH!! THAT’S IT!!!” Stelala kicked her leg up with such force that her shoe flew right off her foot and flew right over everyone’s heads. 

Everyone had stopped what they were doing to follow the shoes trail in the air, watching as it landed right in the middle of the ocean with a plop. Stelala then threw the other shoe into the ocean right after the first.

M’yusa decided that since she was already halfway to reaching Stelala she might as well finish what she started. “I know you said you hated the shoes but I didn’t think you hated them that much.” She wondered to herself if Stelala would need help paying for a new pair when they got back. 

“You would hate them too if you had to keep wearing them all day!” Stelala buried her face in her hands in despair, “I had to empty out the sand every ten minutes!!” It was hard to tell if she was seriously sobbing or not. 

M’yusa could tell she wasn’t. 

“You’re the one who didn’t want to wear the sandals they gave us!” Annie’s voice yelled from not too far away. 

Indeed, all four members (except for Stelala) were wearing bright red sandals. Courtesy of Annie and Allie’s parents, to make sure that any incidents involving sand and shoes would be avoided. 

Unfortunately for Stelala, her gifted pair had been a tad too big for her. So in order to avoid looking like a duck waddling around the beach she opted to wearing her usual shoes instead. “Not to mention they totally clashed with my outfit.” Stelala tugged on her faded yellow maid dress, “I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing those around here.” 

All three girls let out a sigh.

As M’yusa and Stelala ran to catch up with the twins, Allie leaned over to whisper something to her twin again. 

“Isn’t it strange how much Stelala acts more like a teenager than actual teenagers?”

“I think she’s trying to relive her youth.” Annie shrugged.

  

Back on the shore the four maids wanted nothing more than to collapse and pass out in their own beds for the night. Their next shifts didn’t start for another day and that gave them just enough time to sleep for twelve hours and have lunch or something. 

M’yusa took a seat on the edge of their carriage. “I think we should stay up! And have some fun on the beach with everyone else!!” She hadn’t brought her swimsuit with her for nothing. 

Annie and Stelala only responded with a silent glare, but Allie looked to be more receptive to the idea. 

“I think M’yusas right! We deserve a little fun after working so hard all day!” 

“I am not going anywhere on the beach wearing this!” Annie gestured to her entire maid uniform. Out of the four of them M’yusa had unfortunately been the only one with the foresight to bring a swimsuit. “These things take forever to dry!”

Though Stelala knew herself well enough that she wouldn’t have the energy to go swimming after a day of work, so she hadn’t bothered with bringing a swimsuit at all. Even though she would have looked great in one. 

Allie wrapped her arm over her sister;s shoulder, something she could always very easily do since she had historically always been the taller of the two. “Come oooon! Even if we can’t get in the water-we could at least play along the shore! That always feels nice!!” The two girls had grown up near the ocean so she knew that Annie understood what she was talking about.

“We’re not twelve years old anymore Allie.” Annie maneuvered herself under Allie’s arm and away from her sister. “I’m not digging for shells with you-no matter how much you ask.” 

“Aw come on! Don’t say that…” 

Annie’s comment had hurt Allie more than she let on. 

Stelala took notice of M’yusa looking down at her for any sort of guidance. “Don’t worry about it sweetie.” Stelala decided to ignore whatever the twins were going through for the moment and grabbed her personal step stool to reach the back of the carriage. “If you want to go swimming M’yusa, I say you should! Don’t let any of us stop you.” 

“Really?!”

“Really.” Stelala assured her. Now that she was even thinking about it, sitting near the ocean letting the ocean waves hit her slightly did sound a little relaxing. Maybe even a bit romantic if the right guy or girl came walking down the beach and-

Stelala shook her head. Now was not the time to think about stuff like that. 

Allie walked closer to the carriage and placed her hands on the tarp that she had placed to protect their things. “Well if you guys are going to the beach-me and Annie will stay here with the carriage until you get back!” 

“Are you sure you don’t-?”

M’yusa did not have time to finish her question before Allie pulled the tarp off the carriage to reveal that it had not worked as well either of them had thought it would.

All four girls were met with the sight of an unfamiliar lalafell, hunkered down in the carriage, helping herself to the food they had packed. Her hair was a mess of yellow that initially Allie had wondered if a golden fleece had made its way aboard somehow. 

Allie was the first to react. “Are those my snacks?!” She had been saving those for days!!

“Is that my extra uniform?!?!” 

Stelala was appalled, not only had her clothes been stolen, she also couldn't deny the fact that this mystery lalafell looked ten-times cuter in it than she probably did.

The lalafell dropped the candy bar to the floor in fear. Her eyes were wide as they darted from side to side, as if she was looking for some point of escape but of course, there was none. 

Annie pushed herself over the carriage and made an attempt to grab at her, narrowly missing both times. “Come here you little-!!”

The lalafell let out a shriek and ran back deeper into the carriage. She managed to hide herself in between a few fruit crates and empty cups. Even from where they were standing the four maids could still manage to see a slight glow from her green eyes. 

“Tch.” Annie snapped her fingers, “Almost had her.” 

“What are you doing?!” 

All three of them turned to look at M’yusa, who was steadily climbing onto the back of the carriage. “Can’t you all tell she’s scared out of her mind?!” Whoever this lalafell was, it was clear to M’yusa that there must have been a reason she had resorted to breaking into a carriage to take food from them. “She must be starving. Otherwise she would have taken the food and ran-and not just stayed here to eat it and risk getting caught.” 

“Do you really think so?” Stelala asked. From the glimpse she did catch of the lalafell she did look rather young. She reminded her of one of her younger cousins in a way. 

M’yusa let out a hum, she was thinking. “Call it a hunch. But I’m pretty confident.”

Allie made her way up closer to the top of the carriage in order to see better. “Then what do we do?” She didn’t want to get anyone else involved in this. If this was just a little girl that needed help there was really no need to get authorities involved, just like she knew Annie would want to do. 

“Let’s start by getting her to trust us!” 

“And how do we do that?” Stelala asked M’yusa.

“No clue!” 

Annie let out a loud groan, so loud that it even managed to scare the lalafell even more than she already was, as she skittered even further away. The exact opposite of what everyone wanted. 

Allie was more than ready to get on her sister’s case, but was stopped by Annie jumping onto the carriage before anyone could really tell her anything. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a dried piece of squid. 

M’yusa gasped, “Annie have you been taking food from the customers plates again?!” 

“Yeah! Duh! Everyone here does it!!” 

M’yusa let out a quiet “Wha-??” and turned to look at Stelala and Allie for them to say something to the contrary. Instead she only received nervous whistling and far off stares into the horizon. “I can’t believe you guys!!” 

Annie chose to ignore whatever was going on behind her and held the dried squid out in her gloved palm. “Here. You’re hungry right? We’re not mad, we just want to help.” She took a slow step forward, the floor of the carriage creaking under her. “It’s okay…”

The lalafell finally emerged from the shadows. Now that everyone finally could get a good luck at her, they could tell M’yusa made the right call. Her face was covered in dirt and it was clear that she was terrified. She reminded Stelala more of a scared animal rather than a child.

Annie remained perfectly still as she dropped the piece of dried squid on the floor and waited for the lalafell to pick it up.

Now was when Allie decided to speak up. “You don’t let little kids eat from the floor Annie-!” She said in a hushed tone. 

“Well. I mean. She’s eating it.” Annie nonchalantly pointed down at the lalafell who indeed had picked up the squid from the ground and was happily munching on it. “If you’re still hungry we got some leftovers over-OOF?!” 

Annie was stopped mid sentence when the lalafell had rammed into her to give her a hug. Her arms were too small to fully embrace her, so she grabbed onto the sides of her apron to support her instead. “H-Hey!? Let go!!”

“Aww!! Looks like she likes you Annie!!” Allie smiled.

“What makes you think that?” 

Allie giggled, “Just a hunch!” She gave M’yusa a knowing wink. 

The lalafell gave a small laugh. Which caught Annie’s attention. “So you can laugh and scream.” She pulled out another piece of dried squid from her pockets. “You wouldn’t happen to also have a name would you?”

As the lalafell grabbed the other piece of dried squid she gave a quick glance behind her to look at a suspicious looking shadow among the crates. She gave a nod. Then stuffed the dried squid into her hair. 

“...Babycorn!”

[lunarcry]

WHERE DO I START

[dragqueenpentheus]

Got petulant about that post (THAT I MYSELF QUEUED) about not over doing it on asymptomatic days and walked somewhere bc i felt good and i absolutely ate SHIT and almost caused a car accident

[dailytogachako]

Someone did!!! @feyres-divorce-lawyer

Save me strongchako….

[flovverworks]

about to close my folder and seeing these aauuuuuUURRRRUuuGGGHHHGGGGHHGGHGHG <-person with lots of thoughts on akira & the twins

[chrlotpony]

my pill of the day uhhh

Vinnil Nation are we winning?

[critterbitter]

I'm wheezing over Ingo and Litwick's dynamic jgjbjjxjsjwkfiisiq and TYNAMO FITTING INTO EMMET'S SCARF IS SOOO CUTE!! Love how you draw the little sbubby bois, their conductor themed outfits are soo freaking cute!!!

I have so many thoughts when it comes to them it’s insane. Glad you like the characterizations!

Here’s a quick one shot under the cut, as a treat for making it this far.

Emmet finds Tynamo three months before Ingo meets Litwick. Ingo has some thoughts.

Ingo and Emmet are part of a pair.

If Emmet is the fuck around and find out, then Ingo’s been relegated amused damage control. This has always been the case, right up until Emmet found tynamo. Then suddenly, it’s “wow emmet, you’re so responsible!” “Golly gee Emmet, what do you mean you don’t want to go exploring the cave systems after dark?” “Gee whizz, what do you mean curfew for your eel puppy?” “Why in Reshiram do you get to have a whole pokemon three months before we agreed to get starters, and i don’t?”

Ingo doesn’t say the last part. He’s a bitter world-weary twelve year old languishing about the unfairness of the pokestray distribution system, but he also loves his brother. Emmet found an injured tynamo in chargestone cave and decided to help— tynamo decided to stay. It’s every child’s film plot. Ingo being a grouchy gengar makes him objectively a terrible friend.

Oh dragons, is Ingo a bad brother?

“Ingo!”

Speak of the cold, and he shall enter. Ingo swings his whole body around to better brace for the flying tackle.

“Emmet!”

“I am emmet! You are sulking.”

Ingo clicks his mouth closed and tries not to sulk harder. He fails.

“You are not being verrrry convincing, brother dearest.”

“I do not have any idea what you are going on about,” Ingo’s traitorous mouth blurts. “Be convinced I love you and am not planning dastardly plots.”

Do not think about getting a ground typed starter. Do not think about getting a ground typed starter.

Emmet shoots him a judgemental look from under the brim of his hat. Ingo glowers back, and slowly starts leaning forward, smooshing Emmet under his weight.

“Ttttell me why you look like a crushed joltik.”

“Keep this up and you are going to be the crushed joltik.”

Anyways, Emmet is becoming more bold by the day and even actively discussing electric types with the new girl in elementary prep, Elesa. Ingo thinks she’s cool, but she flinched when he blurted a once again too loud greeting so he’s… letting that cool off. They definitely don’t have anything to talk about beyond pokemon, and Emmet and her already have pokemon. Ingo feels a bit left out.

Caught in the ennui of not having a blitzle or tynamo, Ingo slips as Emmet rolls out from under him. The two go down in an ungraceful tangle of limbs.

“Tell. Me. What’s. Wrong.” Emmet gently slaps Ingo’s face like a ripe oran berry. “You want to tell me sooo badly. Ooh.”

“Emmet- aurgh. Gerroff’”

“I don’t speak denial.”

Ingo gives up. His entire body deflates. Emmet, not expecting the sudden loss of spinal infrastructure, slides sideways and knees Ingo’s lungs.

Ingo wheezes. “I’m sulking because you were crushing my spine.”

“Tell me the truth.”

Uh oh. Ingo studies Emmet’s face. It’s the same one he looks into the mirror with, but marred with concern and self consciousness. Ingo made Emmet worry. He’s not just a bad twin. He’s the worst.

“You are Emmet.”

“I am Emmet.”

“You have Tynamo.”

“Tynamo’s charging at home.”

Smart ass! Emmet knows what Ingo means. And by Emmet’s smug grin, Emmet knows too.

Ingo struggles to explain that Emmet has Tynamo, and Elesa, and… that’s only two other individuals. He is truly the worst twin in all the land. Emmet gets two new friends and Ingo’s being an infant about it.

One day, Ingo will have his own pokemon partner and team— but right now, Ingo only gets to have Emmet.

Ingo feels this is an unfair trade equivalent, but he does not want to say it in a way that sounds rude, so he stalls.

Emmet has no such prefunctures. He squints at Ingo, who avoids eye contact and squirms. “You are… jealous?” He tilts his head in visible confusion. “What?”

Ingo covers his face with his hands, defeated.

“You arrrre jealous!” Emmet cries, bewildered. “Why??”

Ingo lets out an unintelligible wheeze. Emmet remembers he still has a knee on Ingo’s chest, and hastily sits back.

“I don’t want to be jealous,” Ingo finally bursts. “I am very happy for you Emmet! You and Tynamo are a winning combination!” His voice cracks embarrassingly. Emmet doesn’t flinch at the volume, even muffled under Ingo’s palms. “I don’t want to be a bad brother being jealous.”

“You aren’t a bad brother, Ingo.”

“I am. I am angry that you found your starter and I haven’t. I’m sad I interrupted your schedule with my inane demands. I have made you feel like you did something wrong. I apologize.”

Peeking between Ingo’s fingers, Emmet’s face falls. Ingo wants to be struck by a giga impact rather than face this. He would rather be a dusty imprint. Where is Uncle Drayden’s Haxorous when you need her?

“Ingo, Ingo listen to me.” Emmet’s hands dart forward to settle Ingo’s shoulders. The pressure is grounding. Real. This is where Emmet tells Ingo he’s being stupid.

He hears Emmet exhale.

“I’m sorry.”

Wait, that doesn’t sound right. “Pardon?”

“I wanted to train Tynamo as my conductor, and I left our two-car train unmaintained.”

“Pardon??”

Emmet looks uncomfortable and sad. It makes Ingo uncomfortable and sad. “Yesterday night. When you wanted to go to the caves. For our weekly charting. I said I’d rather help Tynamo.”

Oh. Yeah, Ingo remembers that. It had stung. “You are not obligated to say yes,” he protests. “In fact, you should say no more. You always say yes.”

“Yes.”

“What did I just say.”

“No. You’re my brother. I left you out.”

Ingo slowly puts down his hands. His face still feels warm, but he feels less scared. Now he just feels embarrassed. He can’t help but let out a meek plea slip. “Don’t go where I can’t follow, Emmet. Please.”

“I would never! We are going on our pokemon journey together, yep yep. You, me, tynamo, and whoever your starter will be!”

The two sit there on the side of the dirt road. Emmet’s declaration sounds like a dangerous promise. Ingo realizes at that moment he would do anything for his brother, who’s his best friend and confidant and world, starter or no starter. He opens his mouth to tell Emmet that.

“Wwwwwait. You are trying to go back to the caves. Ingo! Are you trying to find a starter by yourself!?”

Never mind. Emmet’s gone for his soft underbelly, and Ingo’s in pain. “Emphasis on trying,” he mutters instead. The joltik are not interested in him. The local tynamo swarm fled. A curious drilbur had sniffed him once, turned up its nose, and then trundled into the wall.

“…ah.”

Nothing had felt right for Ingo— too scared, too judgemental, or too uninterested. He’s starting to accept that maybe none of the pokemon in this town area match his truth or ideals.

Emmet was quiet for a long time. He had his thinking face on, so Ingo did not interrupt. He took the time instead to look up at the sky, watching the giant puff of clouds drift by. A plume of swabloo lazily inches their way across the horizon.

A shadow falls over Ingo. Emmet dusts himself off, and helps drag his twin to his feet. The two sway, clasping hands.

“We’ll ask Uncle Drayden,” Emmet decides, and Ingo is enthralled by the sheer truth of that statement. “He’ll let us use the subway! And you can look elsewhere, for a starter who is ideal for you. Wwwwith me and Tynamo, instead of by yourself.”

“Truly?” Uncle Drayden is a scary man.

Emmet nods. It’s easy to talk to Emmet— he just says words that Ingo would spend hours ruminating on. “I am verrrry persuasive.”

“You mean staring at him from the corner until he cracks?”

“Brother, you know me so well!”

Ingo cant help but laugh. He still feels guilty and bad for feeling envious, but a world with emmet by his side is significantly less hostile. Emmet’s hand is warm in his.“Thank you!” He cheers, startling himself with his volume. “Bravo,” he tried in a quieter tone.

“Bravo!!” Emmet replies, pointedly louder. Ingo squawks as Emmet pulls him off balance. “You are my brother! We’re going to find you a starter!”

Ingo tugs back just as fiercely. “Bravo!! We are going to harass Uncle Drayden into letting us board the train!”

Emmet leans with his whole body, dragging Ingo into the fulcrum of his centrifuge. “BRAVO! YOU ARE GOING TO HELP ME WITH TYNAMO’S TRAINING!”

Ingo digs his heels in, and then stumbles. “BRAVO, I, what?”

Emmet looked distinctly patrat-esque. “We’re in this together, Ingo. No backing out now.”

Ingo thought about it long and hard. He gets to see his brother get electrocuted. But he will, also, most likely, get electrocuted.

(Tynamo is Emmet’s starter. But maybe, it can also be Ingo’s friend.)

But brother say brother do, and Ingo’s probably obligated to run damage control if Emmet decides to, say, shove a fork into an outlet for Tynamo to snack on.

(Emmet fucks around. Ingo finds out. Even two steps apart with new people between, this is the way of their world.)

“Alright,” he crumbles. When they step this time, they step in sync. “We do this. Together.” (Enjoy this? Here's the link to the rest of my rat crimes.)

[strawberrydutchling]

Little Coffee Shop II | Transformers Au

Summary: You meet Jazz!

You like your job. But that doesn't mean you don't have your least favorite part of it. Case in point, cleaning the dishes. Specifically, cleaning the burn stains of the pans after accidentally putting them on a high flame for too long.

'That's the last time I take chocolate-making lessons from a short video.'  You internally sighed after you finally finished rinsing the last of the bowl.

In the process of putting them on the dry rack, you heard the hanging chimes by the door ring.

"Hellooo~, [Name]? You here?" A loud voice boomed through the once-quiet atmosphere of the cafe. A small gasp almost left your lips in surprise. You knew fully well who that voice came from.

"Jazz, is that you? Hold on a second, I'll be right there! "

You picked up the pace putting them all on the drying rack as quickly as you could, wanting to personally greet one of their f̶a̶v̶o̶r̶i̶t̶e̶ customers.

(Regular is an understatement. Though you were not hiring, Jazz occasionally plays live music for the cafe, when he's not busy with assignments and student Council work. You once asked him about it, and he simply replied he 'just really loves playing music and enjoyed the vibe of the place' as he put it.

... Noble his words may be, you're pretty sure he's doing it 'cause of the free snacks and drinks that comes with the gig. )

After wiping your hands with a dry cloth, you step out of the staff room, ready to greet the young mech.

You walked out of the staff room, and there stood a figure standing by the coffee bar, dressed in white and black. You could see Jazz's face beaming the moment you came to view it. "He~ey! There you are! Mah favorite barista!"

He sure has a way with words, and his accent adds more charm to it.

You couldn't  help but share the same sentiment and gave your own brightened face."Good morning, Jazz. It's been a while." Summer break is 3 months for the university, and it didn't seem much has changed for Jazz by the looks of it. Same stance, same attitude, and same blue visor.

Though... is he taller? The last time you saw him, he was just about your height! But now, he was looking down at you...

Wow, Summer growth sprout is no joke.

" 'Certainly has! Sorry, I didn't stop by on the first day. It's only been the first week and some of the profs are already bombarding us with quizzes. " He sighed in exasperation.

"It's fine. student life isn't exactly easy, so I understand. But I am honored that you even thought about visiting me." You smiled at the compliment, if not, flattered even.

"Well, why wouldn't I? 'is not every day I get to enjoy good coffee and chat with a cute barista. "

. . .D, did he just--?

Oh....

OH!

OH MY PRIMIEJDJD-- um, Sir?? It's too early for this!

"aurgh-HEM!" You let out a rather loud cough, turning away like you're going to break a neck to prepare the ingredient... and to hide the rising flush on your cheeks.

Did I forget he has a...way with words, too? Unfortunately, you still aren't used to ... that.

"W-what can I get for you?"

You heard a low chuckle coming from behind, which you chose t̶r̶y̶ to ignore. He sat on a stool, which was facing right in front of you. "I'm feeling like taking a Double Espresso today. So, I'll have that. "

"Mhm. Cool, cool. .." You muttered, nodding and writing it down on a pad (still refusing to look back). Jazz is a variety type of mech, willing to try everything on the menu. Sometimes he will ask for something creamy, or something bitter... It really depends on what he's feeling.

Though, either way, he usually like to accompany with something sweet. Something like...

"Would you want a slice of cheesecake to go with that?"

Though you weren't looking, you could tell by the faint gasp that those words caught his attention.

"You got it on strawberry or blueberry?"

"Both."

"Then, I'll take the strawberry—"

"Okay, one slice of strawberry... "

"... 'Cause I want to taste something as sweet as you. "

.  . . . .

Dear Primus, help you.

｡･ﾟ♡ﾟ･｡☕｡･ﾟ♡ﾟﾟﾟﾟ

An amused laugh escaped Jazz's as he watched you scurrying into the back room. He could feel his grin grow when he heard a faint sound of am embarrassed groan, barely audible but he knew it came from you. It's cruel, but just couldn't help it! It can be fun to tease you.

It's the way your face make when he pulls out some unexpected lines, ranging from a nonchalant blank face to frozen surprise 'as a deer-in-the-headlights.'

Once that amusement subsidized and the laughter died down, he sat there in comfortable silence. The soft melody of jazz music playing in the background. He takes a look at the place, eyeing every little detail. Nothing much has changed- same white accent walls, and same decor with the motivational words.( Even the one that says: Keep Calm, Fuck Shit up, courtesy from a certain red and orange speedster.) There's even the small stand where he used to do play live music. He's thinking about doing that again soon.

And most of all... same you. Same adorable you. 

"I'm back!"  Your voice snapped him out of thought, leading him to turn head and watched you push the door with your back as both arms were currently occupied carrying ingredients.

"Sorry, 'had to get a few things." You sighed as you placed the items on the counter.

You turned back to face Jazz. It seemed like you've already calmed down from his little teasing. A calm, service smile now evident on your face.

"Your order will be ready in 5 minutes. "

A low amused chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Take your time, doll. I'm not going anywhere any time soon. "

ANOTHER CRITICAL HIT! Just when you calmed down too... At least you didn't almost drop the cup (this time).

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Comment on who you would like to meet next. They're highly appreciated!

[forlorn-crows]

Word Purge Wednesday

today is a cute scene between sunshine and cumulus that i probably won't ever finish. i think @askingforthesun sent me a request for this a while ago, but ive lost the ask at this point!

full text below the cut:

S: cuddle emergency

S: i am deprived

S: i fear i may die

C: Sounds very serious, sunbug.

S: it IS !!! 😤😤

S: need you

S: pleaaassee 

Sunshine whines from the bed, loud enough that Cumulus can probably hear her down the hallway. 

C: Coming, your highness 👑

Her eyes widen with glee at the text on the screen, and she shimmies further into the blankets happily. A few moments later, she’s greeted with a flowery breeze seeping through the crack in the door. Cumulus knocks gently, not bothering to wait for an answer before she makes her way in. 

“You called?” she teases lightly, holding up her phone as evidence. 

Sunshine giggles and starfishes out on the bed in invitation. “Lay on me, Lucyyyy,” she says, making grabby hands towards the air ghoulette in the doorway. 

“Thought we were cuddling, honeybee.”

“We are, now lay on me.” Sunshine pouts dramatically until Cumulus acquiesces, grinning brightly when she sighs and pads over to the tiny ghoulette sprawled on the bed. She tosses her phone to the side and ties her poofy hair back into a loose bun. Sunny kicks her feet and wiggles her fingers at her, still grinning. 

“I’m right here,” Cumulus laughs, climbing onto the bed. She pulls at a fuzzy purple blanket wedged underneath Sunshine’s butt, freeing it from her body weight and twirling it over her shoulder like a cape. Then, unceremoniously, she plops onto the smaller ghoulette with an oof, blanket billowing down after her. 

“Aurgh,” Sunshine huffs as all the air is punched out of her lungs. She giggles breathlessly, delighted to be squished under the bigger ghoulette’s body. “You’re the most beautiful weighted blanket in all the land, Lus.” Her voice is muffled by the overspill of tits effectively on their way to suffocating her. 

“I better be,” she replies, placing a kiss to the top of her head. 

“Promise,” Sunny affirms. She wriggles underneath so nothing’s truly squished, trilling contentedly when Cumulus’ weight perfectly dissipates across her limbs. 

Her tits, though, are still squished up against her chin. One head tip away from diving face-first into her cleavage. Not that Sunshine’s complaining, of course. But it makes her giggle all the same. She grins as she places kisses to the smattering of cloudlike pigmentation across her exposed skin. 

“Having fun down there, sunbug?” Cumulus teases without raising her head from its place tucked into the crook of the smaller ghoulette’s neck. 

Sunshine giggles louder. “Yes ma’am,” she says between laughs. 

@belle--ofthebrawl so you can see!

[fairykazu]

THIS IS SOO CUTE!! THE WAY YOU WROTE HIM IS SO ADORABLE. while i read this, i literally died, resurrected and died again.

@angelst4rs psst lyn...

✮ captivated hearts

౨ৎ aventurine x reader. fluff, gn!reader, mentions of alcohol — wc: 342

notes. AVENTURINE MY BELOVED BABY

aventurine is a lightweight drinker.

maybe you should have kept that in mind when you asked him to go out drinking with you. “are you drunk?” you asked aventurine as soon as you opened the front door (after struggling to keep him up with one hand and getting your keys from your back pocket).

“mmm. drunk on my feelings for you.” aventurine replied, a silly smile on his face as he pokes your cheek.

“…yep, you’re drunk,” you concluded, helping kazuha to sit on the bed. “i’ll go get you-” aventurine pulls you down on his lap, hugging you tightly. “what are you doing?”

“don’t leave,” aventurine pouts, resting his head on your shoulder, his eyes closed. “wanna cuddle.”

you laughed. “i’m not leaving, aven. i’m just going to grab a glass of water for your drunk ass.”

“whaaat? i’m not drunk, you’re drunk,” aventurine replies, hiding his face into the crook of your neck. “‘m not drunk.”

“really? you're slurring your words, your cheeks are red, and you’re talking nonsense. this isn’t drunk aventurine i’m talking to right now?” you asked, turning your body to cup aventurine's cheeks. “i’m pretty sure i’m talking to drunk aventurine.”

“nooo, this is just me loving you!” aventurine defends, opening his eyes a little. “...hi pretty.”

you blinked, cheeks turning slightly red at the sudden compliment. “hello, cutie. how may i help you today?”

“gimme kiss?” aventurine requested, puckering his lips. “come on, pretty please?”

you sighed, giving in to aventurine. you gave him a small peck on his lips. “there, happy? now can i get you that glass of water i promised?”

aventurine gave you a satisfied smile, nodding his head. “mm, sure,” his arms slowly loosened from your waist, allowing you to stand up. you gently helped aventurine to lay down on the bed, giving him a quick kiss on his forehead. “hurry back, please.”

you chuckled. “mhm, i’ll be right back.”

(well, by the time you came back to give him a drink, he was already fast asleep, cuddling a pillow).

[rayroseu-reblogs]

One thing I notice whenever I try to come up with romantic scenes with Malleus and Silver, it just doesn't feel like stereotypically romantic that much?, like if you have them as your lover, they feel more like a friend instead (I mean that as a good thing, where they dont initiate romantic stuff like flirting with you/pda out of nowhere and even if they do express love its like so subtle like going to a place together)

its so... testament that they've been raised by Lilia, like them he is also a person who expresses his love too lowkey 😭

so his habit of being denial in love most of his life but he does it badly bcs his love still seeps on his actions passed on weirdly with Malleus and Silver as bcs of it, they have now this "weird" mix of loving someone but without using any romance to do it KDJAKFJ

DO YOU GET ME QJIRJAJRS ITS SO CUTE AURGH..M 😭✨

[dcfanfictioncatalogue]

hey i just wanna say ur blog is great and sooo useful!! do you have any good flashfam recs?

I am so sorry this took a month to answer -- the answer WAS no, but I have spent literally forever digging through ao3. this ask was also a little vague, as I am not the Most familiar person in the world with flashfam, but I tried my best. I'm sort of afraid you've already read all of these, but oh well. if you would like to send another ask in requesting a specific character or relationship pairing (platonic/familial/romantic) I would definitely be able to get that to you faster.

at the beep, by FromStarstuff ( @blackbatcass ). 5k, G, background wallinda. fic summary: voicemails from the flashfamily. my notes: CUTE!! solid fluff that still manages to be accurate to their characterization and dynamics, I had a very good time and genuinely laughed out loud at some points. this user has some more dc fics -- not all flashfam, but all VERY good.

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Iris West and the Multiple Resurrections of Eobard Thawne, by poppiesandsunflowers ( @wallylinda ). 10k, T, westallen/newsflash. fic summary: family bonding is when you bury the body of a time-traveler together, over and over and over again. my notes: like, this is obviously the ICONIC one by this user, but she has SO many GOOD fics so please click on the user link and scroll through the flash comics tag!! I didn't want to spam this rec list with just one user so I just picked one, but her writing is really so good.

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you aren't always the best, but you're mine., by lazarusfell ( @gretahayes ). 4.7k, NR, gen. fic summary: bart has known his big cousin for exactly thirty-five minutes and twelve seconds. in that time, bart's learnt two things. one: wally hates him completely. two: bart may as well do the same. my notes: MAN. bart and wally's complicated relationship!!!!! it's so hard to find fics that tackle this in a meaningful way and AURGH this is everything I love the characterization here

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One Step At a Time, by novakid. 18.7k, T, gen. fic summary: thaddeus thawne spends years imprisoned as a living statue until bart allen releases him and pleads a case for his reformation. my notes: thad-centric, but we get the whole flashfam as he tries to integrate himself into it, and mannn do stories about reformation always get me, I loved this one. plus this author has more flashfam stories as well !!

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