#Also ahhhh first ask!! Tysm

[nomsfaultau]

to be fair fault Wilbur is a monster designed to kill everyone

Naturally, but he’s still Wilbur so he has to be melodramatic about it. Furthermore, his self perception is just incredibly inaccurate given his diametrically opposed core personality traits of ‘jaded survivalist’ and ‘theater hoe’.

Scp Wilbur: I’m am the devourer of worlds, the antithesis of creation! Angst angst angst

Philza: all I’m hearing is somebody skipped lunch again. Let’s get you a little snack mate.

[evilgenius-prower]

Hello! 💜

Just read your latest comic! I really love your Silver Parent Trap AU!!

(This ask is going to be filled with questions, lol.)

I literally thought to myself: "hm. They're (Sonic and Shadow) gonna have to tie a rope around Silver's waist or something to keep him from floating off like a balloon."

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But now that I'm thinking about it, would Silver's powers develop over time?

2. Like, for example, when Silver is a little kid, would he only be able to use his powers for short periods of time?

And, following that train of logic, his powers would develop more and get stronger as he got older, allowing himself to use them for longer periods of time and maybe to be able to control more things.

Oh! And going with that:

3. In general, would a Mobian's powers deteriorate after a certain age?

4. Or would they continue to grow stronger (as long as the person was using them consistently) until their death?

I had Shadow in mind with these last two questions (3 and 4). I know he's only half Mobian and the Ultimate Lifeform, but there's got to be limits somewhere to how much his powers can develop (...remembering he has inhibitor rings, maybe they would stop--or at least slow down--the development of his powers if powers continue to develop as one ages).

5. And could some illnesses or medical events (the deadly ones (ex: cancer and rabies (?), a stroke and a heart attack, physical or mental trauma (mainly these two!!))) cause the deterioration of powers, maybe even to a point of permanently limiting how much power one could use? Maybe even some poisons or venoms could as well!

(and adding on to the list from question 5: major depression or anxiety)

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Anyway, this was a long ask. Sorry if it hurt your brain, lol.

Have a wonderful day/night!! 💜

ok first of all that visual was too cute not to draw...

AHHHH so excited to answer all this omg ok

edit: ok i yap a LOT so imma hide this under the cut lol

1/2: Silvers powers are definitely more unpredictable when he's a baby/kid. I don't think they get stronger as he gets older, but his control of them improves. At first the powers are pretty emotions-based, so if baby silver starts laughing things start floating, or if he throws a tantrum things start breaking. But as he gets older he gets them more under control.

Also they change colors!! his telekinesis starts out more of a light blue but then turns to more of a dark teal as he ages.

3/4: i totally agree, Shadows powers don't develop infinitely. I think his powers/body can only hold up to a certain amount of chaos, and they increase until he hits that limit. At that point he has to get a stronger set of inhibitor rings--which i think don't slow the development of his powers so much as contain a set amount of chaos so he doesn't explode.

5: I would think it's like a spider man situation. (that's the best way my brain can think to explain it lol) Like emotions/depression/anxiety/mental trauma would definitely mess with both Shadow and Silvers ability to control their powers.

Silvers telekinesis requires a lot of concentration, so if he had any disease/poison/mental illness that messed with that, his powers would probably weaken or vanish completely.

And Shadow's powers, instead of weakening, would i think just spiral out of control. Even in the mental/physical trauma--those things affect him, and he is the only thing keeping all that chaos energy in check. The chaos isn't affected by trauma, but his ability to keep it in is affected. Disease-wise, though, i think the chaos mostly burns all the poison/venom/virus away. Ultimate Lifeform can't really get sick, after all.

(buuuut i do think it would be cool if certain diseases could corrupt his powers. metal-virus style).

ANYWAYS tysm for the ask!! hopefully i answered everything ok lol, have an AMAZING day/night too 💜

[yourtypicalhuman09]

Same anon who gave the 5 ideas here.

I'm so happy you loved my ideas I'm so happy!🥹 (I feel a bit anxious about asking, I'm not good at social media cues so I normally just read in silence)

I do have some more ideas that I didn't want to put so my post will not be too long. And I want to share them with you.

1. (I don't know if I gave that one yet or not) Reader and their friend (s) being game development studio. it'll also make sense because Reader knows how to code and hack and because they know psychology, that will help them develop great characters and storylines that will touch people hearts in both good and bad ways.

2. If the Reader ended up teaching their friend to code and hack (especially hack) that will show a great deal of trust in them because in reality hackers don't trust each other and it's hard to make a hacker teach you hacking.

3. (Connected to 1) The first game reader and their studio made was bad (but the idea of it was good) because they were just training and trying and decided to let the world see it and judge, criticize, give advice. They even asked for advice on how to make games in the first place and it ended up with some cyberbullying, but more people given a lot of advice, from other game developers, authors, artists, and every random stranger on the internet you can find, Some were from the Batfam. The studio listened and made the game great in the end, making it one of the most downloaded games. And one of the biggest reasons is the fact that people love having a part in making something, it makes them feel connected to that thing. (Maybe that was the reader's idea using the knowledgeable psychology.) imagine the reader seeing Tim praising their game to one of the bat siblings not knowing that one of its makers are living with him. Imagine when he finds out.

4. When Alfred notes that reader doesn't seem to be chasing the families approval anymore and seems to find their peace of mind and healing he feels happy for them, because them being happy makes his job easier and he still cares about them somehow (even when they are at the bottom of his list of priorities).

5. I don't know if the reader will move out or not but imagine if the family of the friend help them move out, get a job if they don't have one? move to college?

6. Imagine the Batfam finding out that the reader spends every holiday and occasion one should spend with their family with the family of their friend for years apon years. Imagine them breaking into the house of the family of the friend and finding so many family pictures with Reader in them were either seem to fit in perfectly like this is the true family. Finding they almost have no picks with Reader, and even the only family photo reader was in with the Batfam, the reader is there at the corner, with some space between them and the batfam.

7. About the funeral of the father friend of the reader. Imagine the reader talking about the father stepping in the shoes their own father refused to step in. How he did teach them every single thing a father is supposed to teach his child, and more. And how even though this man is not their father by blood he is their father in every other way and no one can replace his place in their heart.

Thank you for reading I hope it's not that long

And can I be known as "anon 🌞"?

Ahhhh 🌞anon tysm for sharing more of your brilliant ideas! Like i said i love hearing from my readers whether its good or bad things because i know i can always improve and add onto my original idea and Jesus you don’t disappoint. thank you for another set of amazing ideas! Honestly don't be afraid to send in any kind of ask (though i do know its easer said than done😅).

This totally makes sense and its a really good idea! I'd love to include this in my story but if it doesn't fit i can always write another fic later with this plotline.

This is really smart i never thought of it that way. You're so clever!

This is very detailed, I've said this to 🍰anon but you should definitely consider writing this! I'd love to write my version of your concept but you know the concept better than me and I'd totally read your idea! If you still want I can still write it for you after i finish my main fic!

This is a good perspective on reader and Alfred's relationship but I already have something in mind. thank you for sharing though!

Wow are you a mind reader or am i just that predictable😅. I was actually planning on doing this so good on you for figuring it out!

OMG as always you have such good angst ideas! I love the idea of the Batfam being jealous of friend's family.😂

Ahhh you did it again! I absolutely love this idea! Again if you don't mind I'll probably use it.

Don't you worry about the length of your asks I love your ideas! Feel free to ask anything 🌞anon have a good day/night!

[ventismacchiato]

soooo probably not the case, but what if yn was scaras first raw fuck HELP like i can imagine him not rly trusting ppl so thats why he always carries a condom around cus hes still a slut mhm LMAO

anyway i read the chapter as soon as it came out but it was late and my brain couldnt form a coherent thought so here i am now!

him grinding into the mattress while taking care of yn cus hes focused on their pleasure instead of his own, him throwing the pillow down AHHHH had my SCREAMING

ik u dont write smut all that often but that was INSANELY good, like ill bet my life savings that u got ppl to cum w that fs HELP thank yew for writing. and we all appreciate u writing 2 versions! like the inclusivity HELLOOOO read both versions multiple times and i ate it UPPP

not smut related, but the way scara still has a bit of trouble maintaining a light tone w yn like that scene when they were playing 21 questions, years at each other’s throats so it makes the progression seem a lot more real, since bad habits are hard to break and everything

scara waiting for yn in the kitchen cus he wants to spend more time w them, him cooking slower so they cud possibly eat tgt AHHHH hes so cute. and yn running back to their room is so real even if its the perfect opportunity to get closer to eo, cus i lowk wud do the same… i can nawt for the life of me flirt like hahaha if i never confess then no rejection! HELP

im sooo excited for the next couple of chapters esp knowing angst is coming up like are they gonna confess before then or not? literally felt my chest hurt during this line “silently cursing the distance he couldn't quite bridge.”

ik the angst is gonna get me HARD like ik they fucked and everything, but both of them still hesitating to take that step cus theyre scared of what might happen AGH scara said theyll talk tmrw but im on the edge of my seat cus the others might come back early and talk block them but i might js be overthinking

thanks for writing <33 it was soooo well done, we all genuinely appreciate the time and effort u put in, make sure to get some rest and gl w school! and i gotta apologize for how long this is HELP

ok wait i kinda fuck with that...cus it fits his character I APPROVE! HASHTAG CANON!

i think theres a term for this, stone top (?) idk thats what scara is giving where he just wants yn to feel good ngh

OMG THANK U AND LMFAO? id lowk be flattered yall fess up if u did...AND TYSM OMG

YESS U NOTICED like he dialed it down halfway but it still slips out and i think thats ok cus thats their little dynamic, hes soft when he needs to be yk

HES SO CUTE i hc he had to reheat it a few times cus it kept going cold from how slow he was going AND UR SO REAL I ALSO HATE CONFRONTATION in da clerb we all dying alone

THANK U!! and omg hehe :')

youll see what happens HAHA

omg thank u so much for the sweet ask and DONT BE SORRY I LOVE LONG ASKS AHH i love seeing everyones thoughts

[burnyouwithacigarettelighter]

I was wondering if you do fluff/sfw fics, I love your writings! If so I would request some domestic fluff with one of cillians characters, I'm a sucker for that cute cuddly shit. <3

VISIONS OF SUCH SWEET DAYS ─── neil lewis 𖦹

ೃ⁀➷ “I hold you like the first time. I love your heart and all that you are. When I think of us it seems absurd to not believe in eternity.” — a letter to Albert Camus, María Casares.

pairing. neil lewis x reader

summary. domestic headcanons w/neil lewis!

warnings. tooth-rotting fluff, married life, domesticity, mutual pining, bestfriends-to-lovers

word count. 2.4k

a/n. ik this probably won’t get much attention cus theres no smut but this was sm fun to write!!! tysm anon & im so sorry requests are taking long to do😭schools taking precedent for me atm! also this wasn’t proofread i apologize😓 lastly, the title is from “apocalypse” by cigarettes after sex :)

P.S. THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR 2000 FOLLOWERS AHHHH I LOVE U GUYS SM!!!

Being in a relationship with Neil Lewis doesn’t change a thing at all. Your dynamic has stayed the same since you were just friends: you two were like an old married couple-- even before you did get married. 

For years, it made Jonathan and Lucien wrinkle their noses, and you ponder about the matter often, how lovey-dovey you two had actually been without even realizing it…

🎬 you used to visit him at work with takeout after he complained about forgetting his lunch over the phone. he’d light up when you walked in, why’re you here?! on his tongue before you lifted up the plastic bag, and he’d smile that boyish smile of his, warm and appreciative and so neil, the same sweet neil you’d known since you were young. 

“forget your lunch again, neil?” you’d grin. “i bet you could recite the seventh seal word by word but forget if you brushed your teeth this morning.” “you wound me!” he’d press a hand to his heart, theatrically pretending he’d gotten stabbed, “you don’t have to bet— i can recite the seventh seal word by word.”

🎬 when his washer broke, and he was too busy to get it fixed, you offered to wash his laundry for him. obviously, the thought of you handling his clothes — his intimates — had him mortified, so he suggested he just come over to yours and put a load in instead. still, the day dissolved into the two of you folding your laundry side by side, humming nostalgic tunes alongside your handheld radio. 

“oh, god, change the station,” he’d groan, haphazardly tossing one of his newly rolled up tube socks into a plastic laundry bin. “hm? how come?” you questioned absently. “they’re playing that song, y’know— from homecoming?” “when that girl -- what was her name, again? -- dumped you?” “ugh, don’t remind me and please, just change it already!”

🎬 with adulthood came change, and honestly, the two of you didn’t get to see each other as often as you wanted, so neil proposed that you spend at least one night a week eating dinner together. once, you decided to cook instead of eating out, but neil got impatient. he wandered over to your figure in the kitchen, whining that he was about to keel over and die since you were taking so long. you rolled your eyes, but relented, holding up the wooden spoon and letting him taste-test, asking if it was too salty or too sweet. maybe it was because he was hungry, or your food was something so nostalgic and familiar to him, but he absolutely melted at the taste, singing praises the entire night. 

🎬 sometimes you & neil’s movie-nights would drift off a little too late into the night, and the two of you would fall asleep on his couch together. you’d wake up, a strained, uncomfortable tangle of limbs and blankets, but you still felt right at home— snug against neil’s warm body, his familiar scent clinging to your skin. 

🎬 since neil rarely got out of the house, you made it your mission to expose that man to the sunlight as much as possible; you didn't exactly want your bestfriend to get jaundice because he was binge-watching humphrey bogart's entire filmography for days in a row. you’d take him everywhere and anywhere: the two of you would go to the sunday farmers market downtown, looking at all the booths and tents laid out, buying fresh fruit and vegetables as opposed to, what you called, “overpriced, super-market big-box store garbage”, to which, neil would say, “is this a dig at me? because you know i’m terrible at grocery shopping, i cant help buying whatever’s easiest!”

🎬 other days, you’d walk in the park side by side, taking in the fresh air and throwing bread at ducks despite the DO NOT FEED THE DUCKS sign in bright yellow, snickering like school children. 

“that one looks just like you,” you’d giggle, pointing at a particularly ugly looking one, flailing about in the water and splashing its siblings. “hardy-har, that’s very funny,” neil snorted, pushing you playfully. “jokes on you, it’s probably just like the ugly duckling.” “poor neil, is this your way of telling me you were switched at birth?”

🎬 sometimes, the two of you would sneak on top of your work building’s roof and, well, people-watch, picking a random person and dictating what you thought they were doing that day. 

neil pointed at a lady wearing a furry wolf costume, and you filled in what you thought. “oh, oh, she’s going to her kids' birthday! the guy they hired to be a wolf didn’t show up, so mom decided to do it herself.” “good on her, but i don’t think it's her kids birthday she’s going to…” he trailed off, and you looked at him confused, before he gestured to the fur-suit-wearing woman entering a strip club. “huh,” you’d blink, “kinky.”

🎬 despite the confidence he projects at gumshoe video, considering he dresses up in some silly costume every week, the guy is absolutely terrified at booking his own appointments. it doesn't matter what it is, dental or medical or even a haircut, he stumbles and hangs up at the slightest rise of panic within him. its funny the first few times, but you could not deal with it anymore after he was sick with something he “didn’t know” because he was too nervous to call his doctor. you booked the first few, but then you taught him, shoving the phone in his hand and pantomiming what to do silently in front of him. 

“uh, um, i’d like to book my - my-“ neil froze, mind going blank. you smacked your forehead lightly in exasperation, then pretended to inject yourself with a needle. “my, um, routine-- routine vaccinations!” 

🎬 it took a few tries, but he finally got the hang of it— a big achievement on his part, but your number’s still hooked up to his dentist, so you have to remind him every time that he has to book his cleaning. 

Nothing about your love has changed, not a single thing from back then, and honestly, maybe you loved him the whole time. Thought there certainly is a more romantic tone to your relationship now…

🎬 waking up next to neil might be one of the sweetest sights you’ve ever seen. usually, it’s him who wakes up first— he’s a light sleeper, while you sleep like the dead. your eyes flutter open, and there he is, piercing blue eyes drifting past your every feature. his gaze is tense and consuming but tender and loving all at once; you feel like he’s seeing through you, but it's in a good way-- you want to bare your heart on your sleeve for him because he does it for you. his hands are smooth on your side, holding you close, and he brings one up to cradle your face when he notices you’re awake. 

“goodmorning,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “morning, you little creep,” you grin against his skin, “do you watch me every morning?” he rolled his eyes, “not every morning… i can’t when you go to work early, obviously.”

🎬 your wedding is the funniest thing you’re ever experienced. sure, most people want it to be beautiful and perfect, but you were content with anything— hell, neil could’ve married you with just his cardboard cutout of ingrid bergman as the sole witness and you’d still swoon. it’s funny because your families have this chemical energy about them when they’re together— they get along like a house on fire, and it’s just, seriously, seriously chaotic. all your friends being there doesn’t help either, especially when you were 99% sure your other best friend, violet, was pickpocketing the plus-ones you didn’t know. 

“is that your aunt, or my cousin’s girlfriend?” neil asked in a whisper, taking a large bite of your red-velvet wedding cake. “i’m not sure…” you knit your brows, “but that is lucien asking for her number.”

🎬 you had gotten sick before with neil knowing before, obviously, but living with him while you’re sick means he makes it his personal mission to cater to your every need. he supplies you with dozens of pillows and blankets if you’re chilly, and will just as quickly fling them across the room if you break out a sweat. he’s by your side the whole time, even though you protest and fume that he’ll get sick too, but he says he doesn’t care, not when the love of his life is suffering. he’s so devoted to you, and it gets downright irritating at times like these, but you can’t deny how warm being showered in his love feels; being taken care of, doted on, his wide blue eyes peering into you for any sign of discomfort at all so he can quickly fix it.

just a single could i have some water? and neil’s hauling a thirty-six pack of plastic bottles into your bedroom. “just in case,” he pants, “dehydration’s a big problem when you’re sick, okay?!”

🎬 this man is a fiend!!! for spooning. little spoon or big spoon, he does not care okay maybe he likes being the little spoon a lil bit more he just adore having you near him. when he’s the big spoon, he pulls you real close, your face in the crook of his neck as he pets the back of your head gently, your arms wrapping around his waist. it’s the perfect angle because he gets to see your darling beautiful eyes looking up at him in the way you know he folds for every time. when he’s the little spoon, hes wastes no time in curling up against you, his head resting on your chest. theres just something so comforting about the position, be it your hands running through his brown locks, your legs hooked over his, or how his hands come up under your shirt and make you shiver, but you let it happen anyway, because you know how much he loves feeling your warmth under his fingertips. 

🎬 neil is terrible, downright terrible at cooking… but he is a genius when the oven mitts come out! his silly little cinephile brain apparently made ample enough space for him to hone his baking skills, and when he’s not working or watching movies or cuddling with you, he’s in the kitchen, flour unknowingly on his face as he beats the living hell out of some poor egg whites. 

“c’mere,” you usher him over, your eyes crinkling at his state: he was wearing a frilly hot-pink tartan apron with a heart-shaped chest — a gag gift you got him last christmas— while he piped chocolate ganache frosting on cupcakes. he drifted over to you absently, eyes still trained on the treats. they snapped straight over to you however, when you leaned in, presumably to give him a kiss, and instead darted your tongue out to lick the frosting on his cheek. “hey!” he gasped, face flushing as he scrambled to wipe away the saliva on his face. “you could’ve just said you wanted a taste.” “wouldn’t get such a cute reaction though, now would i?” you winked. 

🎬 when a song comes on that doesn’t bubble up traumatic juvenile memories, you’re quick to clasp neil’s hand on your own, letting the music take you wherever, be it in your kitchen or at gumshoe video.

“dance with me,” you said, like it was a question, but already pulling neil up by the arm off your livingroom couch. your arms hooked around his neck as his hands rested softly on your waist, a familiar and comforting pressure on the flesh as you two swayed back and forth in tune to the music. “do we have a song?” you wondered, shifting your feet on the hardwood floor and looking up at him through your lashes. “the one from our wedding, probably,” he answered, “but this can be it if you want.” it’s some song you’ve never heard before, but its a good one, something you both like. “sure,” you murmur, turning to the side and resting your head on his chest as he pulled you close, swaying still. “i love you,” you said suddenly, and you heard neil let out a soft exhale of breath. “i love you, too. i think marrying you was the best thing i ever did.” “i think letting the weird new kid sit next to me at lunch was the best thing i ever did.”

All in all, married life with Neil is a dream, and entirely what you expected: you understand him like you do breathing. this love for him is innate, ingrained within you, and you know its the same for him— the love he’s shown you this whole time is the same pure thing, a tender and married adoration.

You know your husband so well you swear you could pick him out of a group by heartbeat alone; how it skips and stutters at the sound of your voice, how his heart pumps with a love only he can provide. There’s no-one else but Neil for you-- no one. 

[princesskaulitz]

hiiii!! hope you're doing well <333 please can you do a fluff of y/n and the guys of TH, theyre on tour and y/n is staff and her role is to take care of the boys. they're playful and she cares about them a lot. they kinda have a crush on her and y/n is lowkey attracted to bill and she thinks he knows but she gotta stay as professional as possible cuz it's her job :) i wish i was the one to do bill's hair and makeup <33 thank you!! i love your writing btw. you're my favorite writer on here, i like that you do a lot of fluff i prefer that

A Little Too Close

✮ you got lucky and wound up as bill’s hair stylist and makeup artist but you also have a little thing for each other… (yall are around the same age dw)

✮ 2005 bill kaulitz, 2005 tokio hotel era, fem! reader, fluff.

✮ A/N: ahhhh! such a cute request. i literally had to drop all my other fics to write this one. i wasn’t sure what era you wanted or how old you wanted reader to be but i improvised, it’s a quick little fluff and i hope you like it. 🖤 and tysm for all the love 🥺 and i’m doing so good, ty for asking.

( video made by me )

it was right before a show and everything was a mess — you had just finished fixing bill’s hair when georg came bursting in, tossing jackets and bags around like a tornado. you turned to see what all the commotion was about. 

“i can’t find my shoe!” he whined, lifting a chair for no reason.

“okay, hold on, i’ll help you in a second, let me just make sure—” you turned back toward bill, only to find his hair a wreck again.

“what happened?!” you cried, throwing your arms down at your sides as gustav walked in and just lobbed georg’s missing shoe across the room. it smacked right off georg’s big-ass head and crashed into your table, sending half your supplies clattering to the ground.

bill just gave you the sweetest, most innocent smile — the kind you almost couldn’t resist if you didn’t have a job to do.

“look, guys, i don’t have time for these games,” you huffed, crouching down to gather your scattered brushes and palettes.

as you bent over, you heard tom’s signature whistle behind you, and your face heated up when you realized why. your thong was showing.  you yanked your pants up higher, shooting him a warning look as bill dissolved into a fit of giggles.

you were close to their age — just two years older — which meant they never really took you seriously. not that it helped that it was painfully obvious they all had at least a little crush on you.

originally, you were only supposed to be bill’s hair and makeup artist — you had the same talent your mom did. she was the one who had been hired first, but when she got sick at the start of the tour, they shuffled her into an easier job to recover. she got comfortable, stayed there, and somehow you ended up here… taking care of four chaotic boys who needed more babysitting than glam. 

you never regretted taking your mom’s offer to come along, though. if you hadn’t had that stupid fear of being home alone, you would’ve missed out on this whole opportunity.

yeah, the boys could be headaches sometimes, but even though it had only been a couple weeks, they were already carving out a special place in your heart… especially bill.

except it wasn’t just your heart. it was your mind, too — the way your stomach would flutter whenever he laughed, or how your skin would buzz when his gaze lingered on you just a second longer than it should have. 

you loved that you were the one who got to touch his perfect face — that out of everyone, he let you. there was something almost sacred about it, the quiet trust in the way he'd tilt his chin for you, the way his eyes would flutter shut without needing to be asked. he never flinched when your fingers brushed his jaw or lingered at the corner of his lips to smooth out liner. he just sat there, still and patient, like he knew you’d take care of him. like he liked being taken care of by you.

and you weren’t immune to it — the way his skin warmed under your touch, the soft rise and fall of his breath, the little smirks he’d throw at you when you focused too hard. sometimes, he’d peek one eye open just to catch you staring. and when he smiled? it was all over for you.

being that close to bill, seeing him like that — quiet, beautiful, and completely in your hands — it felt like you were holding something rare. something no one else got to touch.

you practically rushed them to their spots just before they went on stage, giving each of them a quick little pep talk like some overworked tour mom.

“gustav, make sure you drink water between songs — you sweat more than the others. tom, don’t stand so close to the edge of the stage, i don’t want girls almost pulling you into the crowd again. georg, double check your bass is tuned— and bill…”

damn it.

why did he always have to look at you like that? like right in the optic nerves. like he was seeing something you didn’t mean to show.

you know that song from pen15 that plays every time anna sees alex? yeah. that’s you right now.  

you hesitate for half a second, then roll your eyes a little. “try not to flirt with the makeup artist today, alright? she’s kind of at her limit.”

bill grins immediately, like you walked right into that one.

“oh, come on,” he says, pretending to be offended. “i barely even flirt with her.”

you raise an eyebrow. “barely?”

he leans in just a bit, voice low and stupidly smooth.

“i mean… only when she’s not looking.”

you freeze for a second — just long enough for him to notice. he laughs under his breath and starts walking toward the stage, leaving you standing there like an idiot with your heart somewhere in your throat.

“break a leg,” you call after him, mostly to cover up how warm your face feels.

“you too,” he throws back, without turning around.

…you’re not even the one performing.

soon the show was over. the crowd had finally quieted, the boys had showered (mostly), and you were halfway through melting into the hotel bed when someone knocked on your door.

you opened it a crack, already bracing yourself — and yep. there he was. bill and that annoyingly pretty smirk plastered on his face.

you swear you hear that damn song play in your head again…

“hey,” he said, leaning casually against the doorframe. “i think my eyebrow piercing fell out. maybe in here?”

you blink. “…in my room?”

“yeah.” he scratched the back of his neck, like he knew how sketchy it sounded. “we were messing around in here earlier, remember? tom knocked into me, i hit the wall— i dunno. it could’ve come loose.”

you hesitate, narrowing your eyes a little. it was plausible… how could you forget the way they decided to play a game of catch with all your personal belongings?

“you couldn’t just text?”

“and miss your beautiful hospitality?” he grinned. “come on, let me check. i’ll be quick.”

you sigh, stepping back. “fine. five minutes.”

he slides past you like he owns the place, giving the room a dramatic once-over. “wow. no clothes and chip bags all over the floor. i’m impressed.”

you close the door with a shake of your head. “bill—”

“okay, full disclosure,” he says, flopping down on the edge of your bed like he didn’t just lie to get in. “i didn’t lose my piercing. i just wanted to see you.”

you freeze in place.

“seriously?”

he shrugs, unbothered. 

“you’re such a pain,” you mutter, but your voice is too soft to sell it.

he grins, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “you still let me in, though.”

you fold your arms tight across your chest like it might protect you from whatever was happening here — bill on your bed, the air suddenly warmer than it was five minutes ago.

"you know this isn’t how it’s supposed to go," you say as you sit next to him, your voice quieter than you want it to be. "you’re the artist, i’m staff. i’m supposed to be professional."

"you are professional," he says, eyes never leaving yours. "you just forget how to breathe when i look at you like this."

you open your mouth to argue, but nothing comes out. because he’s right. damn him.

"bill…" you try, but even his name feels dangerous when it’s this late and he’s this close.

he leans in, not too much, just enough for his voice to lower. "what if we stopped thinking about how it’s 'supposed to be' and just… let it be?"

you blink at him, heart climbing into your throat.

"i can’t—" you shake your head, but it’s weak. "it’s not that simple."

"yeah, it kind of is," he says with a soft smile. "you like me. i like you. you don’t have to kick me out to prove you’re responsible."

you should tell him to leave. you should.

instead, your eyes flick to the door… and then back to him. still here. still so close. a little too close, his knee brushing up against yours. and your arms uncross just slightly.

"fine," you mumble. "but if anyone finds out—"

"they won’t," he promises, lips curving. "scout’s honor."

"you were never a scout," you say, trying not to smile.

"no, but i’d be a very cute one," he says, leaning back against the headboard with a victorious sigh.

you roll your eyes, but it’s helpless — there’s no getting rid of him now. not tonight. and part of you doesn’t even want to.

you sit beside him again, just close enough for your arms to brush.

and that stupid flutter in your stomach? it doesn’t go away.

“you’re still nervous,” he says softly.

you glance at him. “you’re still smug.”

he grins, but doesn’t argue. “you like me being smug.”

“i really don’t,” you lie.

he shifts slightly, angling toward you more, one arm draped lazily along the back of the bed like he’s not doing anything — but now he’s even closer. his knee brushes yours again, this time slower. deliberate.

“you know what i think?” he murmurs, voice low.

“no, but i’m sure you’re gonna tell me anyway.”

“i think you wanted me to come knock on your door.”

you scoff, but it sounds a little breathless. “wow. you really are full of yourself.”

“maybe,” he says, eyes not leaving yours. “but i’m not wrong.”

you turn to face him — really face him — and the look in his eyes makes your stomach flip. it’s not just flirty anymore. it’s real. there’s something burning behind it.

“bill…” you whisper, warning or plea — you’re not even sure.

he leans in just a little, testing the air between you. “tell me to stop.”

your heart stutters. your breath catches. and you don’t.

so he keeps going — slowly, carefully — until your noses almost touch. his lips hover over yours, so close it makes your skin buzz.

you tilt forward just enough to close the gap.

the kiss is soft at first — hesitant, like neither of you are sure it’s really happening. but when his hand finds your jaw and your fingers curl into the hem of his hoodie, the tension finally snaps. it deepens, warm and unhurried, like he’s been thinking about this as long as you have.

when you finally break apart, both of you a little stunned, a little breathless, he stays close. your foreheads nearly touch.

“still want me to leave?” bill murmurs, his thumb brushing along your jaw, lips still hovering close.

your heart stammers. your brain short-circuits. you’re about to answer—

BANG BANG BANG.

you both jump as someone starts pounding on your hotel door.

“bill!” tom’s voice cuts through, loud and obnoxious. “save some for the rest of us.”

“shut up, tom,” bill shouts, not moving from where he’s still way too close to you.

“are you seriously in there alone with her right now?” georg adds. “you punk!”

“should we call security?” gustav deadpans. “y/n might be in danger.”

you groan, dropping your forehead against bill’s chest as he laughs — not even trying to hide it now. you feel the shake of it under your hands and it only makes you laugh too, even though you want to die.

he presses a quick kiss to your forehead before stepping back, still grinning. “so… should i tell them i’m staying or are you kicking me out now?”

you swat at his arm. “you’re going out there before they start staging a rescue mission.”

he heads to the door, calling out, “relax, she’s alive!” as he opens it. the guys immediately start heckling him, voices overlapping with dramatic gasps and fake applause.

“my god,” you mutter to yourself, flopping face-down into your pillow. “i’m never gonna hear the end of this.”

and you won’t. not for weeks.

tags: @bieneliebling

[luvfy0dor]

“The Mark They Saw on My Collarbone ♡⁠˖” Osamu Dazai x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; allusions to hickeys, bite marks, loosely proofread

Description; sleepy love bites from Dazai

A/n; AHHHH TYSM FOR 400 💖💖 It means so much to me to have that many people follow me for my writing 🙏🩷 I've met so many sweet people so far and I really wanna continue!! I hope y'all like this! 💝

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Dazai held you on his lap with his arms around your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck while you held a book open infront of you. He hadn't moved in a while, so you were under the impression that he had fallen asleep. The feeling of his thumb rubbing against your hip had faded into a meer memory and his breathing had become more shallow. You were about halfway through the novel before you felt any movement from Dazai again, and that was the slight tilt of his head and his teeth sinking into your neck. It made you jump at first, but you quickly got used to the familiar feeling and entangled your fingers in his hair, sighing.

"You can't just bite me out of nowhere." You said, your fingertips gently massaging your boyfriends scalp. He lifts his head and presses a kiss to your neck, sucking on the skin and snaking his hands underneath your shirt. You dropped the book on the table and grabbed his hands through the fabric of your top, giggling at the ticklish feeling of his fingertips against your midsection. He pulls away from your neck after a couple seconds. "Sorry, babe, I can't help it." He mumbles sleepily, blowing over the dark mark he left. "Your skin just tastes so good." He murmurs, his eyes fluttering open. "For real?" You ask, turning around towards him. "Not particularly." He gives you a small smile, taking the opportunity to pull you in for a kiss, nipping at your bottom lip. You fully rotated your body in order to straddle him, only breaking away from his kiss for a few seconds at a time. His fingers traced shapes across the small of your back, lazily drawing small hearts and stars into your flesh.

You pulled away after a minute, pushing his bangs back and looking into his pretty, brown eyes. Neither of you said a word, but the sound of your heartbeats filled the silence. You leaned in and kissed along his jawline while twirling the hair on the nape of his neck around your fingers. You trailed down towards his neck, leaving nips and pretty, maroon, bruises in your wake. He hummed quietly and you could feel the soft vibration of his vocal cords against your lips and tongue. His lips parted and he let out a quiet groan, his lips tugging upward to form a smirk. "You're such a tease.." he says, holding the back of your head. You can't help but pull away, laughing under your breath. "Yeah, because I'm the one who bit the other first." You respond, wrapping your arms around his torso with your head on his shoulder. "That sounds like something a little tease would say." He says with a grin, resting his head on top of yours. You roll your eyes and stroke up and down his back. Both of your heartbeats were starting to calm down as you laid with eachother, bodies intertwined on the comfortable sofa with your love for one another warming up the rooom.

A/n; alr chat sorry this is posted later than my usual time by like,,, idk 4 hrs as of lately 😭 it's also really short bc it was supposed to be a 4 charactdr post but i scrapped it because i didnt wanna write all that these past few days

[dlavend3r]

Hi! Would you be interested in doing an Angel Dust X bestie fem reader where she gets super weepy when she’s drunk?

Ahhhh I love this! And tysm for being my first request! I hope you enjoy this. My requests are still open!

Angel Dust x Bestie Weepy Drunk fem!reader

To say you cry when you’re drunk is an understatement. When you’re drunk, you’re…let’s say…very sensitive to things. A lot of things…..everything. When you’re drunk you get sensitive to everything. But that’s what you’ve been told. A lot. But you didn’t care, you enjoy having fun and getting drunk with your friends. Especially Angel.

It was one of those days where Angel had a rough going out with Val so he needed to let off steam. So he decided to go out and get drunk and do drugs. You know better as his best friend than to let him to any of that alone. Especially when he’s pissed. When Angel get pissed he gets reckless. So you decided to go with Angel to watch him and also let off a little steam and have fun.

You and Angel arrived at a bar and took a seat at the counter, Angel already ordering you both some drinks. That’s how it went, drink after drink, and shot after shot. It was hours since ya have arrived. You’re obviously wasted, far gone the tipsy stage. You still had a shot in hand ready to down it until Angel stopped you. “Come on sweet cakes, no more shots” Angel said as he grabbed the shot from your hand and downing it himself. He didn’t seem sober but he didn’t seem drunk like you were. “Come on Angel, lemme have anotherrrrrr” you groaned as you reached out to Angel. “That was gonna be my last one” You said trying to plead with Angel. That was a lie. If Angel hadn’t stopped you, you wouldn’t have stopped drinking.

Angel let out a laugh, a big laugh, “come on babes, we both know that’s a lie, you drink and drink until you can’t hold your shit anymore, and when I mean shit I mean you’re feelings. You get emotional, then we’re left to deal with a cry baby” Angel said as he slapped how ever bills on the counter to pay for both of your tabs and stood up from the stool. “Come on we’re going bac- are you crying?” You stared at Angel with teary eyes, “you think I’m a cry baby?” You asked with a trembly lip before you let out a cry. Angel was freaking out, he forgot the one rule when dealing with you drunk. Don’t mention that you get emotional. “Ah shit. Fuck- no babes you’re not emotional, you’re….empathic?” He said trying his best to comfort you which wasn’t working much.

“Oh my god, my best friend thinks I’m a fucking emotional wreck” You cried as you slammed your head down face first onto the counter. “I did not say that” Angel said as he placed his hand on you’re shoulder, “I just said you’re a cry baby, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

You turned to him, “really?” You asked with a tested stained face. Angel nodded, “of course sweet cakes.” He responded while he placed his hand on your head. “Come on let’s go.” You nodded as you stood up and fixed your hair and outfit.As both of you left the bar making your way down the sidewalk you noticed an animal, but it was missing an eye. Angel felt him gat grabbed by the arm and turned to your direction noticing you getting teary again, “ that animal don’t have an eye” you started to cry, “how the fuck can it seeeeeee” you cried, “it looks like Vaggie…. Was it abandoned too aweeeeeee fuck” you started to tear up as you leaned on Angel.

Angel sighed as he looked at you, “come on, maybe he likes it better with one eye” you turned to look at him, “how do you know it’s a dude, it doesn’t have balls” you said with a sniffle. Angel looked at the animal and back at you. “It doesn’t have balls but it has a dick.” Then you started to cry again.“They took his ballsssss” you cried, “he can’t fuck no moreeeee” you said as you passed by the animal. “He’s ball less!” You said while clinging into Angel. Angel was laughing his fucking ass off right now. “Okay yeah he’s ball less but that’s little thing still got a dick. We don’t have to worry.” He said trying to sooth you finding it funny that you care about an animals ability to fuck.

Both of you made ya way to the hotel and entered. As you both made it in the lobby Angel spoke, “let’s get you to bed before you start crying about more ball less animals.”

“Fuck there’s even more ball less animals?! NOOOOOO!”

[thebestbrunettee]

How gorgeous Cardan is according to the books? Can you do analysis like you did with Jude?

oh my goshhhhh!!! of COURSE i will make a post about this! tysm for asking!

cardan greenbriar appearance/ drop-dead gorgeousness analysis bc we ALL know how beautiful this man is

in tcp jude has an ENTIRE monologue about how gorgeous cardan is so let’s go through that first, shall we? she describes him as: “and cardan is even more beautiful than the rest, with black hair as iridescent as a raven’s wing and cheekbones sharp enough to cut out a girl’s heart.”

and when cardan confronts jude during the mock war she says: “i am struck suddenly by his height, by the arrogant sneer he wears like a crown.” so my man is a tall king and almost always has a sort of smug expression.

and then when she’s in hallow hall for the first time and accidentally walks into his room: “i am instantly sure who’s room i’m in. those are prince cardan’s extravagant doublets and breeches, prince cardan’s gaudy, fur-edged capelets and spider-silk shirts.” so it’s safe to say my man does THE MOST with ootd’s and probably looks like he just walked out of dress to impress every time he gets to lessons.

also, i can’t find the exact text, but cardan’s eyes are pure black save for a ring of gold around his iris.

and don’t forget to note his long and slender fingers that jude NEVER fails to mention.

as for body type i’m pretty sure he’s described as fairly slender though, again, i can’t find the exact text.

and once again there is the official art we can go off of:

ahhhh i also forgot to mention jude describes him as wearing plenty of rings on his fingers. (then ofc later in the series he wears the stolen ring from jude that he later proposes with 🤭)

once again tysm for asking!!

[toxicanonymity]

hiii omg i just wanted to tell u i’m sososo obsessed with your joel fic “locket”, i have reread it so many times now and i just needed to tell u how amazing it is!!!

him being so mean and against her advances at first?? then her slipping half a viagra and sleeping pill into his drink and watching it gradually take affect on him?? her getting on his lap and joel trying to resist when she reaches for his dick but eventually giving in?? his groans during all of it?? him literally having to grab her hips and thrust up into her and then coming inside OH MY GOSHHHH

also the way he mutters “goddamn slut” and his general sternness towards her literally drives me insane every time, something about dom joel degrading me makes me so feral and i always love finding fics of him that have those elements hehehe (and his dad joke then the “you’re so cute” from her and him responding “rotten girl” was such an adorable and hot interaction omg, like he really is such a cutiepie and would absolutely make a dad joke like that!!!)

i actually left another ask a few days ago telling u how much i love your fics and how much i reread them but i just wanted to pop in again and show some extra appreciation, i adore all of ur fics sooo much and always look forward to your work 🥹💕 thank uu for posting your fics for us!! (i noticed you mentioned you’d like it for anons to use an emoji to help identify each of us, would it be okay if i took “🍰”?

Yes, please be 🍰 anon! Yay!! 🙌

Damn when you put it that way, you're really stirring up my thirst for that particular Joel 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫. I had completely forgotten about his joke 😭 god he really is cute and a little messed up himself. maybe they belong together lol. Tysm for reading my fics and for your thoughts on this one in particular!! Please stop by any time. 💕✨️🤟��

Locket - ahhhh So unhinged.

[corvidae-00]

Tsudere /sub touch starved Jax in heat that pretends to hate the reader but does things to secretly be with them x a fem happy but smart Uzadere that loves being in the circus.She loves adventures,animals,cute things,fighting,food ect! lots of energy too but can be pretty insensitive and a little selfish with a little crush on jax. I feel like at first jax would completely reject liking her then he would be extra mean,then Maybe subconsciously know he likes her amd hates the feeling lol. cus he copes by trying to not have feelings and tries to act "tough". its pretty obvious that the reader is in love with him but his dumb ass cant catch on . She gives lots of compliments which makes him flustered and mad ( he is mad bc he thinks nobody likes him that much, he is mean to her to make her go away but it doesn't work ) but he pretends not to care. the reader would definitely confesses first tho. Sorry for such a long request its just that not many people write jax in this sorta way so i had to be detailed lol. also if you don't wanna use female pronouns you can make it non gender ofc 😅tysm for even reading such a long thing! and you don't have to do this at all lr you can switch it up. Anything is VERY appreciated tho😊 also i feel like max would be a massive virgin due to how annoying he is...he definitely a horny bitchless rabbit-

AHHHH! MY FIRST ASK ;0; Thank you!!! And i personally LOvE Jax- like its an issue 0-0 but im so happy to write for him first! your request is amazing and i truly love it! i hope i did it justice!!! i hope you dont mind HCs! if you did want a story just hit me back up in the answer box and ill write a lil something for ya! ;)

MDNI BELOW THE CUT+ Warnings: Smutty smut themes, bottom Jax <3- Cussing, swearing, the norm

The Reader definitely brought light to the Circus, when she first appeared she was the TALK OF THE TENT, everyone was happy to finally have someone around to liven up the place- > besides jax- the little shit made it his sole duty to make sure Reader was the punchline of his jokes or somehow always "in his way" and the Reader often got the butt of the assult. > Jax being Jax when the feelings for reader started to arise- he got scared- a little worried- upset even. More at himself than you but still pretty pissy- this just made the tourment wose oh lord- > Reader found this fun, more ways to annoy and poke and proad at Jax, finding his constant target on the Reader absolutely hilarious > Reader always calling the oblivious rabbit pet names!!! *Toots, Fluff butt, Shnookums (Only because it pissed Jax off and everyone would laugh), babes, Etc Etc, > Jax STILL oblivious to the reader ;0; taking it as her teasing him and pushing him and oh no we cant have that!!!! Jax haaates it. Secretly likes it HATES IT- >Despite the tension between the two Jax would often threaten Caine or sneak the other circus members things of value to be around reader. not knowing why- HE IS MADLY IN LOOOVE he wanted to be around Reader!! SMUT >Jax in heat is something i dont think even he saw coming- like they are digital code- BUT DAMN- > Stuck in his room alone humping a pillow and pulling his ears over his face embarrassed beyond belief at his own actions > Reader was coming to annoy Jax concerned why she didnt see him at breakfast (His favorite meal of the day may i add- >Knocking on his door reader had a shit eating grin "Sleeping in pookie?" She calls through the door only a groan and a loud huff was the response she got >Thats rude. Reader thinks and just assuming he is having one of his man period days- Reader enters his room- and boy is the sight she sees amazing- Jax face down and ass up with a pillow under his hips, face flushed a deep purple and his overalls down to his waist- > Reader and Jax are just staring at eachother with wide eyes >"G-GET OUT!!" "Nah i dont think i will" >Lets just say reader helps the little bunny get the relief he was so looking for- >They dont argue as much anymore-

----------------------------------------------------- THANK YOU FOR READING!!! I hope you enjoyed your request and it was too your liking! im still getting back into writing so its a slow process!! let me know what you think!!! thank you so much!!! <3333

[pitlanepeach]

This is my first time sending you an ask 🙈 but AHHHH I couldn't contain myself after chapter 10

I wanted to give h*rner a piece of my mind. Amelia handled him so well, unbothered queen 💅🏻 Also, the hard launch?! I want to know how people reacted lmao I know that twitter was in shamblessss.

I ALSO WANNA KNOW HOW DID MAX F TAKE IT LMAOOO

So many things I wanna say but I can't put them into words. I'm just gonna say this: I LOVE YOUR FICS, I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE YOUR BEAUTIFUL MIND 😩

AHHH HI !!!!👋

We will definitely get to see some more reactions in the next chapter, including Zak’s (🫣).

TYSM im so glad you’re enjoying my fics 🫶🏻🧡

[witchlingcirce]

drop ur twp theories

i’m curious do you think anything will happen to jace or clary

tsc content has dried up sm after the hype over the first tlkof chapter died down

AHHHH, tbh tsc content has dried up a bit probs due to lack of new content !! I’ve also definitely played a part in this because I’ve been tumblring more about asoiaf lately sorry gang 😭💔💔

Hmm TWP theories?? I actually have a lot about Thule which I’ve made posts about before: Thule Simon killing Jace , Dru getting the blackthorn sword , some more in general theories , things between Jace & Janus

I don’t think I have any theories that will make anyone’s mind spin in general. But I will similarly give you at least of some stuff I think will/wont happen

1. Not in the TMI gang is dying, I have probably made so many posts about this but I don’t think it makes sense at all!! Free then from these random theories.

2. I think Livvy’s spirit turning evil and therefore harming Ty is quite a common but also one I enjoy. I think it’s interesting because I think it puts a play on there relationship. Ty hurts Livvy by bringing her back, Livvy hurts Ty but being ‘alive’. I think it’s an interesting play on things because alive they would never even THINK about hurting one another but now there doing it unintentionally. I kind of want there final moments to be like

“I would have been your Parabatai” - Ty

“I know” - Livvy

A little play on Star Wars it would be so sad and really cute.

3. Thule!Kit being apart of Faerie somehow. One version I like in particular is him being apart of the wild hunt, I feel like a wild hunt kit would be such a major contrast to our Kit that it would be 10/10. That’s a theory I’ve stolen off Tumblr BTW, another one is Kit ruling the seelie court, personally not fond of that one but I see the vision.

ALSO sorry I got distracted and didn’t almost answer your Clary and Jace question. Referring back to my first point- no. Maybe one of them will become injured and or kidnapped, but neither of them are dying.

I think something will happen between Clace with Janus but no I don’t think either of them are dying!!

TYSM for the ask!! I’ll try to be more active on the tsc fandom!! Buts there also so many wonderful creators who are active on this fandom everyday :>>> you just have to stalk the tag a bit and you’ll find them

[guppybibi]

AHHHH HI REQS OPEN OH EM GEE

So, could i request a Toya x Male reader (if you don't do male you can go by gn) who has an eating disorder (more likely bc of the food texture) (++ if u want to have a reason for it the reader has autism)

Aaaaa tysm if u read it until here and thanks if u accept the request again yay hope you're having a good day/night

notes: haii anon! thankies for this request :3 sooo this is my 1st time writing for a male reader so mistakes will probably be made TwT, although i didn't really make it gender specific so it might be gn?!2!1? and I do have an autistic nephew so I picked up a few habits he has when eating and put it in here! although reader can be or not be autistic, it's all up to you guys! (also why mac&cheese? idk i want some)

-I feel like he’ll be confused at first, having you explain exactly why you feel repulsed by this selection of foods.

-then i guess after that he usually remembers! the only problem is that he's an extraordinarily bad cook…so even if you do like the food he’ll probably unconsciously find a way to mess it up..

-he's trying his best guys, he's going to give you loads of water the moment he sees you practically almost puke in disgust.

Your fork hesitantly hovered over the plate full of food made by Toya, scrunching up your face in mild disgust as you picked at the food. Your reactions were like glass to him, completely crystal clear.

He wasn't exactly sure why you weren't eating, to be fair he wasn't an exceptional cook…but he really couldn't be that bad right? He watched multiple tutorials and had been instructed by multiple chefs he knew to simply make this dish for you!

“Is there something wrong?” He asks, closely watching you sniff the food. “The broccoli’s texture is weird…especially mixed with the sauce.” You admit, avoiding eye contact with Toya who’s slowly coming up with a realization. Right, he forgot.

He should really consider getting a notebook and filling it up with the things you like and don't like in food, or maybe other stuff too. Should he buy another notebook for every category?

“It's alright though, I’ll eat it..” You mumble, spoonful of the food hovering at the entrance of your mouth. It made Toya snap out of the trance he was in, the expression on your face making him mindlessly grab onto your wrist.

“Do you want mac and cheese? I–I want some too, uh..I’ll make some for us, do you want to come with me and help?” He asks, his usual composed and confident voice fading.

The offer lingers in the air for a while, but you give in and accept it. Who can say no to some mac and cheese after all? Surely anyone but you two.

[crushedsweets]

OK I NEED TO CLEAR MY ASKBOX

IM JUST GONNA ANSWER A TON OF THEM HERE SO I DONT CLOG UP MY FEED....

hi >.<

this is so fucking sweet i remembered how happy i was when i first got my car. i cried everyday for a week straight because i was so happy. very glad yall got to watch me get my first car. i spend over an hour in her every day commuting now. LMFAOOO (i named her lindsay btw) ((after tdi lsinday)). im so sorry im late but thank you so much this meant sm !!! <3

you asked me this in august im evil oh my god. anyway i aagree. but i am always inclined to forever think he's a midwest emo guy. twin sized mattress forever

SHE NEEDS AND DESERVES SO MANY.

im immediately inclined to say clocky or toby the second i see time and fire mentions. so ticciwork. my clocky is often a bit messy so she'd be pissed and angry and upset over the sort of war she's found herself in, especially as she sees toby just falling deeper into it. 'my god, was i oblivious?' when she finally realizes toby will always, always put Slenderman before her. frustrating. 'hell stays hungry for a world so weak' natalie is hungry for a good world, but she thinks everyone is too weak for goodness, meanwhile toby is hungry for power so he can make everyone else seem weak. etc. 'they only want you to bleed' they being slendy, operator, zalgo, etc etc etc... power, being a pawn, fighting, using humans as toys in a battlefield, etc etc.. yeah

RELEASE ME JOEY

i genuinely think nina is a really good influence on so many of the creeps. like theyre all assholes, traumatized, refuse to believe in the good in the world, etc etc. but nina is traumatized and still kickin. she comes in like ^_^ hello chat. and i think that, while its still important to feel the shitty feelings, it's really grounding to see someone whos just so .. able to be happy. idk. someone who SEEKS joy, rather than expects it to fall into their lap, and blames the world when it doesnt

this si perfect idk why i forgot about bats for him. gotta get back into this idea

AHHH OK I WILL DO MORE EVENTUALLY i just wanna say thank yewww i think theyre such a good sibling dynamic. like little brothers and big sisters and both being little assholes to eachother but would die for the other. idk. ugh. important to me.

actually this sounds really sweet..... thats funny cuz i was JUST talking to a friend about who i would have EJ go endgame with if i had to, but i couldnt settle on anyone. but liu seems like a good fit for ej. i think they'd be super sweet

ANON ME TOO AHHHH ITS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE FUCKING THING EVER. I DONT GAF ABOUT EVIL MEAN 'CANON' SLENDER I LOVE WHEN HE'S A DAD AND WORRIES AND STRESSES. IEPFB AND KASTOWAYS SLENDY>

AH THANK YOU!!! he reminds me of my little cousins HAHA theyre like 10-14 right now and theyre all cuties.... just playing roblox and being mischievous...

THIS IS ABOUT THE BLUSHING NAT DRAWING ISNT IT AHAH OMG THANK YOU!!! i think shes so cute. i know she cant handle compliments. she's either deadpanned 'thanks' or just covers her face and says 'shut up' cuz she doesnt know what to do.

I LOVE HER TOO!!!

GOOD NEWS THEN ive drawn her a handful of times since u sent this HAHA TYSM

you sent like... natobina i think... ok tbh kinda slaps

OK REAL but also when i read it i keep reading it as 'cochina' and i cannot bring myself to name the throuple that </3 HAHA

TBH AHAHA I SEE IT. TOBYS AMETHYST GARNETS NATALIE AND NINA IS STEVEN.

i want jeff to ache in his loneliness

i need to draw connie asap but also THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN FOR THE CAR CONGRATS I REALLY APPRECIATE IT IM SO HAPPY I LOVE MY CAR SO MUCH i gotta go vaccuum her..

shes such a cat to me. feline. of sorts, if you will

also good news for you anon, i have also drawn her an ungodly amount of times since youve sent this. LOL

THEYRE MY ANGELS I HAVE MORE OF THEM !!! I LOVE THEM!! AHHHGGG

literally the second that people tell me i made them start to like clocky i am overwhelmed with joy. i feel so much ache when people aren't fond of her bc shes so fucking cool and such a good character and so much fun. so sad that 2015 era creepypasta fandom destroyed her. but im here to fix it...

IM SORRY ANON I BARELY DRAW HIM HES JUST SO BOYISH I LAUGH EVERYTIME I SEE HIM FKAHAHAAH OK OKOK ILL CHANGE ILL DRAW HIM I SWEAR

I REMEMBER WHEN I FIRST STARTED DOING EMOJI ANONS BAHAHA u guys r funny

incredibly. happy. to do this to u.

nope! im not too interested in the 2021 nina just cuz i feel like i've seen that character concept many times (not just in jane), BUT if i had to do my own intepretation of her, 2021 nina would be INCREDIBLY immature in like. not a childish way, but an entitled, angry-fueled adult who cannot comprehend anyone else's thoughts/feelings. and thus, would despise OG nina (although within reason, OG nina idolizes the person who killed her family) . but even if there wasnt a good reason to dislike OG nina, she'd be mean. and OG nina would be mad and bitch. and theyd theyd fight. HAHA

I-IF...???????? ANON?

HELD TO THE FUCKING BRIM

[we-drank-too-much-bleach]

I really enjoy your writing. You put aom kuch thought into any aspect it's commendable as heck!

If it's okay to ask, how do you think Rukia would greet a new student to Karakura High? What if that new student had formed the ability to see Hollow and eventually materialize a Zanpakuto?

AHHHH THIS IS VERY COOL!!!

Rukia hcs for a new kid at school!!

Well, first, she would just treat you like a classmate, she wouldn’t realize you could see hollows until you interacted with one or told someone (her or anyone else and she found out via them) or if you asked her where she had been after she thought she erased everyone’s memory of her.

The moment she finds out she is

1. Excited, happy to teach someone (esp if you aren’t all stubborn and pushy like Ichigo, no offense Ichi love you)

2. So fucking worried and stressed like lord help her she does not want a life on her hands (T-T)

When you both found out you could use a Zanpakuto she was ecstatic. She was so so happy the tiny girl was vibrating. She would explain everything to you via drawings and if you complimented them she will love you forever.

She’s happy to teach you how to wield your Zanpakuto, but she might push off some responsibilities on others (mainly Urahara or Ichigo.. or Renji if he’s there)

She doesn’t want to introduce you to Kon especially if you’re a feminine person, she will roundhouse kick him away from you.

Overall she’s just Rukia, and Rukia is awesome.

- Giselle!!! Also Tysm for the compliments anon

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