#And just all the stuff my brain was like 👉 I need that

[i-may-be-an-emu]

screenshot dump :)

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hello ! Just so Agatha all along and I have a request if it's ok 😊

How Agatha will convince witch!reader who has a crush on her to join her in the witch road 👉👈

Gn reader if possible

Thank you ! 😁

Agatha would probably be aware of your feelings in all honesty, and she couldn’t blame you! She’s amazing!

However she’s probably use this infatuation with her to her advantage when her and ‘teen’ come over to your home, following the trail of magic that drew them there. It was noticeable, stronger the other witches she’s recruited but still there was room for growth and new powers.

‘What tricks are we going to have to use to recruit this witch/wiccan?’ Teen asked Agatha as they stood on your doorstep.

‘No tricks, this one’s got a little thing for me, it’s adorable but it means that most of the work in convincing them has been cut out for us.’ Agatha replied as she went to knock on the door, only for it to open on its own to reveal you on the other side.

‘How did?’ Teen questioned.

‘I could sense you the moment you drove into the driveway, your magic is far more potent than others.’ You answered as you stepped to one side with a welcoming smile. ‘Want to step inside and continue this conversation because I don’t think the neighbours will want to hear about the sales pitch you’re bound to give me into joining your cult.’ You add.

‘It’s not a cult it’s a coven.’ Teen interrupts but you weren’t listening when Agatha moved past you, making sure to brush her hand against the back of yours as she does, and immediately you felt your resolve to stand your ground crumble like a deck of cards. It must’ve been obvious as teen only looked at you knowingly as he past into your house and once they were both inside, you shut the door harder then you should’ve but at this point you wanted this to be over with.

‘Go on then, convince me to join you on your journey to the witches’ road.’ You crossed your arms over your chest.

‘I’m assuming you’re more than aware of the fact that if you were to make it to the end of the road, any wish your heart desires can be granted.’ Agatha started.

‘I do know this factoid, yes.’ You said and Agatha crept closer to you until you were a hair’s width away from one another as she now spoke lowly. ‘Then I’m also lead to assume that you know that extends to crushes, infatuations, all that important stuff also.’

‘Yes but I’d much rather the feeling to be mutual without the usage of magic, as ironic as that sounds.’ You replied as you stared deeply into her beautiful eyes.

‘And it can be,’ Agatha whispered as she grasped your hands with her own, intertwining your fingers, ‘I really need you by my side y/n as my moral support, my confidant and my strength during the most difficult situations that we’ll face.’ Agatha could see that you were buying her sales pitch into getting you on the witches road, but knew she couldn’t stop there and decided to make this visit short and sweet she adds.

‘I wouldn’t want anyone else to join me on the witches’ road other then you my dear, you have the potential to be the most powerful witch/wiccan in our coven. All those other witches can barely hold a candle to your fire. I need you.’ She finishes and teen had to give it to Agatha, she was certainly an actress when she needed to be as he watched you both as though he was watching his favourite drama.

You were at war with yourself. You swore that you wouldn’t resort to magic for even the most simplest things, never less the witches’s road, you knew the stories of how dangerous it was but your infatuation with Agatha tended to lead you into doing something stupid; even agreeing to going on the Witches’ road with nothing but the hope that Agatha might actually see you for once.

However before you could reason with yourself, your mouth moved faster then your brain could intervene with logic and common sense. ‘Fine, I’ll join.’

‘Yes!’ Agatha and teen cried as Agatha brought you into her arms, holding you tight so that you didn’t see the smirk across her face, that wasn’t so hard if anything it was barely even took her five minutes to get you to say yes; she didn’t understand why she didn’t come to you first just to get it over and done with, every other witch before you was a tougher nut to crack then the last. You were merely the reward for a hard days work.

‘You won’t regret this darling, that I promise you along with power, love and so much more.’ Agatha tells you as she rubs your back.

You poor, idiotic fool, let’s pray you do survive the road and not die with a broken heart when you realise the truth…

[itstobias149]

Oc Song Associations

Okay so- I don't have the brain cells to draw everybody's oc SOOO in just gonna tag you and explain! This will probably be a multi part thing!

This is songs that Marie would associate with you oc, and sure some are modern songs, so wouldn’t fit the the time line, but they slap- so fight me. I hope you guys enjoy! Cause I had a lot of fun doing this. This also contains some headcanons about your charters cause, I think they are neat! Some might have more than other, it’s currently like 3am-4am so-I’m super eppy so please excuse any gramma mistakes 👉👈✨

Ps: Marie is a simp, also question:

It’s 3am, rainy, and cold. Why does your character show up outside her door?

(Just need to know for art reasons)

Clementine

Clementine is @bazooka-overkill oc who is the manager for Mr.Sandman. I feel (hope) Marie and Clem are good friends. Clem helps Marie step away from time to time and regather herself. I feel that Marie would feel some type of bond, couldn’t place a finger on it though. I feel that he is just a good person who can be really grounding in all the chaos. Why this song? I… I really can’t explain it. It just makes sense in my mind, it oddly gives me grounding vibes. It’s a good chill out and look at the calling song.

Jacko

Jacko is a Greek boxer who belongs to @star-bliss8 ! Super loving kind guy, he’s a hugger not a fighter. (He’s a boxer lol) I feel like he’s a big pleasure to work with and has a high emotional intelligence, regardless of language barriers. I think Jacko and Marie definitely hang out outside of the rink, maybe had lunch from time to time. I assigned Se Thello, which is like one of my favorite songs. Antique is a really good early 2000s Greek group, highly recommend if you like pop it love songs. They have songs in both English and Greek.

Garcia

Garcia is a Mexican boxer who belongs to @hol-ymoly ! I sense a confident and collected man, friendly and committed. I feel like Garcia is one of Marie’s favorite boxers to work with because he is respectful. I feel like he’s keeps his opinions to himself and plays the bigger man. He definitely also always smells nice, I feel like he just looks like the kinda guy who smells good. So I assigned another one of my favorite songs. I think it’s to the correlation of handling emotions.

Barry

This man, creature- belongs to @stonedragonisnthere . Barry is a just a corrupt talk show honest, what more is there to say. He’s a smooth talker, quick witted (can be), and slick. I feel like Marie wouldn’t really consume his media, but as soon as she found out, she would be mad. But soon enough she would just roll her eyes and sigh, it’s how the world works. She wouldn’t agree with what he does, but would definitely be interested in the why. So she would definitely bring him around to pick his brain. Boom- the whisky blues vibes match his personality in her mind, plus he has to have a dark heart to do what he does.

Marie

Marie who is @nai418 character is a red in training! I love this character so much, definitely one of my favorites. Marie is shy, and kind, and sadly gets pushed around way too much. Marie(mine) would definitely stand up for her, and patch her up when things go south. I also could see things hanging out a lot. The Marie’s would be funny, someone calls out ‘Marie!’ And they both would come running. I would say Magnolia would be a good song, I feel like Marie(my Marie) adores her, definitely in a platonic way.

Pilsner

Pilsner is a Czech boxer who belongs to @thorkelsongirl . I love this man. Marie would love this man, doesn’t matter how hard he tries to be be tough, she would see through it. He is definitely a guy she would check on. Knowing he has stuff going on she would always try to comfort him, maybe not infront of the others cause she wouldn’t want to embarrass him. She would definitely stay up talking to him, even if it takes every language translating app or book. She would wanna know his story. She would associate ‘she will be loved’ with him, no matter what if he needed her, she would be there. End of story.

Mary Ryan

Mary Ryan is the sibling of Aran Ryan, created by @artformationcoreir . Love this little rascal! So spunky, so full of life and energy. Once Marie met Mary she would spoil her. She would definitely hype the girl up, glad that she has confidence. Marie would probably take her out for girls days to get her out and about. Definitely would associate Mary with Just a girl by no doubt! Good vibes, matches Mary’s energy big time-

Perry

Mm, yes. YOUSIF- Perry belongs to @abigblackfly and is Aran Ryan’s manager. Definitely off the walls sarcastic guy. But a good guy at heart, regardless of how much he is dragged up the wall. Marie would definitely be friends with Perry, especially when she had a decent friendship with Ryan. Marie and Perry would probably play pool together and talk about the weekly drama. Perry would remind her of “my alcoholic friends”which has that sarcastic energy he carries.

Roxy

Roxy is an Australian boxer that belongs to @luc1ano03 . I really like the design! I feel they are a pretty chill person but still bring the chaos energy. They are the goblincore alt friend to Marie, and Marie is here for it. I feel like Marie can be a little more comfortable in her alt grandmacore way around them. Have her hair down, put in her piercings, and just hang out other. ‘Ripe’ by screaming females, just screaming females in general would remind Marie of them, it’s a good band!

Pale Phantom

Pale phantom is a boxer charater created by @shykittensoul . I love his design and he seems so sweet honestly. I think Marie would see him and just be like,”This is my child now… thanks-“. He seems to be just a sweet kid character, and she would just adore that. She would probably make him stuff all the time like scarfs, sweaters, and so on. I feel like “not while I’m around” from Sweeney Todd would be how she is like, ‘this is my baby, and I shall protect him-‘

Wolf

Wolf Viking (Luke) is a Swedish boxer created by @leonscottwolfkennedy . Love the big locked in eyes tbh. Marie would do her best to calm his anxiety, and definitely try to help him find some ways to cope. Definitely another person who would be welcome anytime, into her home. She would be very gentle with him. One of the boxers she would bring things like snacks for. I think Marie would associate ‘Forward Beckons Rebounds’ by Adrianne Lenker. (I reached the song limit, sorry I couldn’t add it.) it definitely has the caring feel she would have.

Anyways I hope you guys liked this! Might do more, idk. I’m gonna sleep now-

[dekuboya]

my friend just showed me your fanchild maisy and im so fucking invested im going to cry may i attempt to write a fic about her and her dads? if so whats the lore i need to know? i need a project to work on

Sorry this is such a late answer omg.. AAAAA!!!! that would be amazing I would love to read it if u do 🥺🥺🥺🥺👉👈❤️❤️❤️❤️

It doesn’t hav much lore it’s basically a no dread powers au so the institute is just a normal research facility with weird drama lmao.

S1 crew work in the (normal) archives. Jon and the crew meet Melanie thru Georgie and daisy and Basira get roped in thru Martin and the others continuously doing illegal stuff in the name of research lol

Jon and Daisy weirdly become like best friends.

Jon and Martin take a bit to warm up to each other but after a few years of working together end up becoming very close. They date for a while and move in pretty quickly. They are both pretty prone to making decisions on a whim but it works out for them. A few more years after that they are expecting Maisy. The whole crew and friends are so into helping them and showering Jon with baby knowledge that he already knows of course. Tim and Sasha try to make the archive baby accessible and joke that Maisy is not just Jon and Martin’s baby but the whole archive’s baby. And when she is born everybody is very enthusiastic about helping Jon and Martin out or taking care of her. They all rly love her :,)

Jon and Martin are super gung-ho about raising her well and with tons of love and affection since neither one of them really got that growing up. Jon is just a little bit of a helicopter parent and insists on making sure everything is perfect. Martin tries to not hover and worry too much since Jon already does enough for the both of them but he is still a bit clingy and gets nervous whenever anyone other that him or Jon are looking after Maisy.

Jon is trans(obvs) and Martin isn’t in this au (tho t4t jmart is the realest in my heart, I wanted Maisy to be genetically theirs so that’s just how it is for this one..)

Anyways that basically most of what is in my brain and everything else is just fun fluffy cute stuff so make of that what u will lol. Pls let me know if u end up writing about it I would love to see 🥺❤️ and even if not I hope reading this make u smile

[waokevale]

Guess who's back at it with rottmnt (May I come back in? 👉👈)

I kinda lost interest for a while, but recently I've got back into it and man I missed drawing these guys...

I thought about finally putting in my AU from August last year, where Mikey basically ask Drax to help him fully activate his powers so that he could protect his older brothers, but instead, he accidentally wrecks the ritual and loses all his powers (temporarily, but he doesn't know that)

So Drax is trying to help him, but Mikey's frantic because he doesn't want the rest of his family to know he attempted this.

Therefore he runs off to the hidden city, to find a way to bring back his powers (The library is his last resort since he's kinda forever banned ✌️)

And then stuff happens (...) Dunno if you'd actually want me to continue this au, if not I'll just stop with this post, but if you do, I'll happily share more info. 👍

But in the meantime he gets into more trouble and ends up in the deepest part of the hidden city, where many dangerous creatures reside....Also there's Leatherhead (He is very much needed in the series and I hope if they continue the series, he'll appear and be Mikey's friend as was meant to be)

[I hope you like this design for him.]

Also did I mention I thought about potential antagonists being certain creatures , who suck out all magic out of you and are lethally dangerous to yokai? Yeah that's in it too. Autism brain was strong.

[gooobraghhh]

I actually do an ask now- jeez >////<

I really reaaallly... wonder how it would feel like to just be used gosh... and those thoughts of being intoxicated, dont care if drunk or high (well i never was high enough for that sadly because my Boyfriend/Owner isnt very fond of drug use...)

Just being used by you, i cant help but read your posts again and again wishing my Owner would be so much more rough (he's more of a sweetheart)

I would just love to be used and abused and used and i'm just a Trans Puppyboy to be used like a Toy, i'd obey and do anything<3

(Can i use 🦉 or 🦝🦈? 👉👈)

It’s okay, some puppies just need to be roughed up and used. Little depraved ones like you that daydream about someone getting them high enough to be cruelly taken advantage of. Ones that actually get off on someone abusing their bodies for selfish pleasure.

I’m sure all the sweet stuff just doesn’t satisfy those dark fantasies swirling around your brain pup. Need someone to treat you poorly? Maybe we can arrange that <3

( 🦉 works)

[tortor-sauce]

18+ POST LOOK AWAY 👹🔞 if you’re not 18+ PLEASE DNI with this post!! 👹🔞

(sketch and drabble and headcanons)

(jel/reth/oc stuff)

GO AWAY LOOK AWAY!!!!! IM WARNING YOU 🔪

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP I CANT EVEN TAG THIS I DONT EVEN WANT PEOPLE TO SEE BUT I HAVE TO SHOW SOMEONE AND TALK ABOUT IT OR I’LL EXPLODE!!!!

i’m too shy to share the whole picture IM SORRY—i just wanted to capture a few headcanons into a single shamelessly horny drawing of the three of them together. also, my thoughts are completely unorganized and this post is mostly just me rambling!

small disclaimer, if you don’t agree with or like my headcanons, that’s totally valid but please don’t tell me so 🙇 i kindly ask you just move on from this post. thank you!

okay. so i feel like both reth and jel are service tops HEAR ME OUT—like, they’re both just a couple of pathetic lover boys who are so head over heels in love with you. the fact they practically always gift you something when you flirt with them in-game (jel gifting silk and reth gifting soup) i feel is their attempts at spoiling you and taking care of you in their own way. they just want to see you happy and make you cum your brains out a thousand times until you can’t think straight anymore 🥺

and in general, i feel jel would love to shower you in compliments and words of praise and practically worship your body. while i feel reth is the type to show you how he feels and relish in watching you come undone with him. but personally 👉👈 i feel jel and reth align more closely as switches because they’re both so.. so soft and need to be spoiled and loved so deeply (no innuendo intended)

with that said, i think jel is a more intimate and passionate lover while reth is a bit more unhinged and rough. that’s not to say jel doesn’t have his sadistic bouts. i feel it stems directly from his obsessive nature and grows into a desire to watch you submit to him and his whims, sort of in a controlling way. but it makes him so happy when you do. the need to know you belong to him, both your heart and body, is honestly really important to him. i actually feel he has control issues due to a number of reasons but that’s a different discussion—💀 and he rewards you so thoroughly for showing him how much you love him. god, the aftercare? he’s so gentle and attentive and treats you like the most precious thing he’s ever held.

more on reth, while not as sadistic, i feel he’s still plenty controlling when he wants to be. the poor man has hardly any control in his day-to-day life and the fact you allow him an ounce of control? over your body of all things? yeah, that shit drives him mad (positive). gets a bit carried away and leaves marks on your body, hickeys, scratches, bruises, the like. but hey, at least it’s a pretty reminder of how much fun you had together. plus, if anyone sees they’ll know you belong to him. but he definitely teases you about it the following days by making sly comments and even running his fingers over the more sensitive marks.

so, in my polycule i envision moments where two will actively spoil the other. so for instance like when maddox and reth want to spoil jel and shower him in the love and affection he deserves, he gets all shy and blushy but relishes in the moment. he pays them back tenfold once they’re finished, but not that same night. maddox and reth make sure he’s completely worn out so he’ll finally get some damn sleep for once. reth is the same in that regard; he gets all shy and blushy but he enjoys being spoiled for once. not having to care about anything or anyone else and focus fully on himself and his pleasure. and the two know this and want to show him how loved he is. lowkey i imagine jel bringing him to tears, crying tears of pleasure and from overstimulation but that may be a personal thing of mine. 💀 and as for maddox? they both know exactly which buttons to push. i imagine them sort of egging each other along. i mentioned earlier i think jel has a sadistic side to him, well i think the same of reth albeit not nearly as prominent. like, the fact he teases and flirts so much could be for a number of reasons, but how lovely it would be if it were only to watch their reactions each time. with that said, maddox happens to be very reactive and discovering that fact in bed, like, awakens something inside of him to tease more, to push as much as maddox will allow him. and yes, he notices the way jel reacts to it too. it only makes him want to tease him for the fact as well 🥴 WHICH is why i drew him with that expression LMAO normally i would’ve imagined him with a much softer and kinder expression but i think he’s quick to lose himself in the throes of pleasure which causes him to act a bit selfish at times. but like i said, i see him as a service top so really his ‘selfish’ moments are him just spoiling maddie and jel and showering their bodies with so much love and attention.

i have so many more thoughts but this post is getting long and i’m getting embarrassed so i’ll stop there for now.

IF YOU READ THIS IM SORRY LOL BUT THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME///////

[mercuryflan]

Saw you posted more delicious art for me to eat—

So, I have been wondering- AND THINKING! And putting my brain together like puzzle pieces, and then-

BOOM!

A Cookie run kingdom and Minecraft crossover— HEAR ME OUT! I need your opinion on this- So, picture this, we already know about two continents in crk, right? Crispia and beast-yeast. BUT, What if, there was another continent! Like a hidden continent that no other cookies knew about except the cookies that are living in the continent! So, our Female lead, aka, my oc- the player who built an entire empire to herself- decided to explore! She wanted to go see the other two continents and explore and hopefully meet different cookies and make friends!

(If you don't play Minecraft, you can try searching but, I just want your opinion— idk why I choose only you I just don't know 😭)

I'm planning on making a fanfiction of it but I still need to tweak a few things. And because sometimes, my motivation might as well be a walking ded

BOOOOI-👏 Imma hold ur hand when I say this, but yo I LOVE MINECRAFT! >:D I literally just finished watching a horror gameplay from it on YouTube just now. I don't play it tho but I am up to date with the new updates :D✨✨

Okay back to ur idea >:D

I absolutely love reading stuff from writers/artists that mixes different medias together like a crossover one or even better indulging on the what if scenarios if scenario A & B happens, I EAT ALL OF THOSE CONTENT LIKE A FINE DINER MEAL!! GOBBLE THEM ALL KIRBY STYLE >:D no matter how short or long they are��👌✨✨✨ (an example how I basically read all of the stories in the crk self aware and reader tags here (⁠づ -▽-;) their all just really cool, thats also how I got inspired to draw mine as well

Look the fact that u mentioned Minecraft together with cookie run already in one sentence peaked my interest, cause imma be honest I dunno how it's gonna go, which excites me even more cause YOU👉 have an idea for it >:D and I would love to see it exist on the internet as well cause now I am also curious and intrigued by just the concept of it /ᐕ)/ I'm also curious how the cookies would interact and compare how thier own continent works compared to the Minecraft one :O since funny enough the cookies are all flat then theres Minecraft where everything is made of blocks haha,

Anyways if ur asking for my opinion I say go for it /ᐕ)/ this is a cool concept that I'd be interested to see exist into reality no matter which genre it's gonna go✨ for the motivation part, I say take your time frfr, it's best not to force yourself to produce something you like in times of burnout, don't worry if it takes too long 👏take👏your👏time👏 when needed( ᐕ) I've tried to train my mindset on my current works like this (⁠づ -▽-) and ngl I still feel guilty sometimes that I don't produce enough or draw quickly in time BUT, just always remember that if people are really interested with something then time is not something to worry about,cause theres like a lot of stuff out there to keep people entertained, and once a writer/artist updates once in a while it feels like a package just arrived your doorstep for FREE like bruh how cool it that

[driftingmoonmenace]

Ok ok ok I'm gonna just dump all my DCA OC thoughts/info in a post cause I'm shy with rambling about them individually with ppl atm 👉👈💦

BUT OK SO I've been like rattling this idea around in my brain for quite a while! At first I just had Paradox and he was just in his own little AU world thing, but then I decided to just take all my DCA ocs and shove them into a world together and they just work at different Pizzaplexs and stuff.

Paradox's info is still pretty much the same! He's tired of being treated badly by adults and acting out by retaliating with pranks and it's getting on Fazco's last nerve. So they hired a handler to keep him in check.

I got my other Eclipse model, Equinox, he's from a defunct Pizzaplex, there's a lot that went into it closing down, but before he could be decommissioned like the rest, he managed to escape and is 'on the run'. He travels cross-country on a motorcycle with a mission to help other animatronics get out from under Fazco. He totally leans into the 'badboy' persona and has modified himself over time to look how he wants to.

And then there's Umbra! He's a Moon model that Equinox picked up on his travels, and is his journey partner! Umbra was also a Daycare Attendant and had a Sun counterpart, though unfortunately he was officially decommissioned before Umbra could do anything. It's a sensitive subject for him and he's completely on-board with Equinox's plan to save as many animatronics as they can because of it, and maybe take Fazco down too. Umbra is super smart, and a little shy. He tries to make up the plans, but half the time Equinox goes jumping into potential danger before he can even finish getting his thoughts out. It exasperates him, but Equinox is 'totally cool' to him and man he wishes he could be like that and boy he's kinda hot too oh wait wait wait keep it together!

Lumi and Nova are Daycare Attendants who were separated and updated as part of a rebranding for their pizzaplex! Though mysteriously after a year, Nova has gone missing and Lumi has no idea where he's gone. Every night Lumi tries to find clues and access computers to try to find out what happened to him along with searching the pizzaplex from top to bottom. (Nova is actually alive but was moved to a completely separate pizzaplex where Fazco figured he'd 'fit in' better and hasn't made up their mind if they want to keep Lumi alone or build another Sun counterpart for him.)

Then I got Sol and Lune, they're mini Sun and Moon DCA models, and were made more so to be helpers for human daycare employees rather than actual DCAs. They were made as a test run in comparison to regular DCA models and it was found that the regular DCAs were more popular with the kids than the mini versions, so now they don't come out too often and are kept basically in a storage closet. They're only let out when a certain threshold amount of kids is met and the human employees need help or for events. Sol is fed up with being a 'toy stuffed in a closet' and is making plans to escape. Lune tries to be a voice of reason but Sol is pretty hard-headed.

Last but not least I got my pink DCA, Astra! I still don't know much about them, but I think she'd be the next DCA model that Equinox and Umbra find. She's got wings, though she can't fly, and I think she's a beta model that isn't released to the public. They're not quite a Sun model but close to it, not sure how to describe it really! Super sweet, upbeat, and cutesy but they're ready to throw hands and they pack quite the punch for being so petite!

I also may have more DCA OCs knocking around in my brain as vague ideas atm that eventually will get thrown into this hot mess of a mix later...but uh YEAH!

Eventually everything just goes to shit with Fazco and all my OCs end up in a group together but I haven't figured out everything yet. There's a plot in there somewhere! *vague hand gestures*

[qvrcll]

omg i just read mornings and i'm so happy ur requests are open cause i am in need for more of female shy reader x confident and whipped ellie please 🤭 so may i request their "first time" smut (+fluff) where ellie takes the reader's virginity 👉👈 make it soft & steamy please 🫶

on this thing called fire / avalon

summary: in which ellie and you take it a step forward in your relationship; maybe that involves being knuckle full of her and crooning with her mouth in places you’d dream of, but who’s counting?

warnings: major nsfw under the cut !! spit mentioned / use of nickname ‘bun’, u know the regular shmegular stuff

a/n: first of all i am so sorry for not responding to this ask! second, thank u so much for enjoying my works! i had been experiencing massive writer’s block when it had been sent and i wanted to give u my best so here we go :-) enjoy! (just a side note, my req’s are still closed for the time being)

The first time with Ellie would be purely coincidental, a haywire of nerves and spongy movements, soft-rimmed with awkward touches, hushed breaths and thoughts of hesitance.

The two of you know your boundaries before you speak of it — she would never force you to do anything and neither would you do anything of that sort of nature with her. Besides, when merged as a pair, you’re two paires of antsy nerves, stringing against each other like grass and rippling with raw shyness, hues of ‘I hope this is okay’. Still, it was enough, Ellie thinks, this was more than okay.

So, come to the day you’re both heavily slotted against one another, limbs tangled so ardently at the skin, it’s hard to anticipate anything headier. Her smell chokes you, makes you formulate a rational reason for the spike in your chest — maybe I’ve just never been this close to someone before.

But your brain is quick to fortify your hopes against you.

You’ve been in tight spots like these more than once — that one instance where you and Dina had monstrously jabbed the two of you in a swing-set half the size of you, meat of her thigh crushing your nerves as the two of you squealed. Or the time where Jesse had whispered apologies, crisp and awfully kind, when he’d nearly bruised you against the car window in an attempt to fit in the tight space (your knees throbbed when you’d exited the vehicle and his hands were spattered with his grapple with the Honda Civic.)

But neither of those times, did you feel a heat as constricting as this, hands muggy and wrestling for a feeling, a sentiment beyond the vest Ellie wore. It was different, incredibly so. This was Ellie, your girlfriend of months. Brutal and stuff of dreams to the touch.

But it all had led back to that pathetic little attempt to clench your thighs, simmer your whimpers to a lesser degree when she groggily swiped a barely restive hand against your back. In a particularly ‘Ellie’ fashion, full of physical affirmation, you were sure, but the heat that painted your back in ordeal left you weak, fighting to weld your nerves back into your body.

But it was never that easy, and Ellie was always two steps ahead.

“What’s wrong…?” she rasps, trickles with hesitation, like she’d done something wrong. The thought makes you awfully prickly, skittering with sweat and jitters, because god, if this was her doing something wrong, you’d like to see her worst.

Still, you shift your position, the heat in your belly never once reclining, shifting like a on-set febrility against you. A dead-set course. A fit of hormones. Endorphins. Fuck whatever fit the label, you were still squirming.

“N-Nothing, go back to sleep…” you spit out, crackle in embarrassment, as she pauses her kindly ministrations against your back. Now she’s awfully concerned, twisted in her idolatry because she’s so sure she’s messed up somewhere. It makes her jaw bleed with sweat, her brows crease with new born worry — she twitches her mouth, opens it, closes, and then lifts her head.

“Seriously, what’s wrong?” her voice is louder, stronger, but not accusatory. It’s sparkly, in a pondering sort of way, but you don’t appreciate the rasp in her tone. It makes you filthy, coated in your want for her, sticky where you swear you shouldn’t be. But you refuse to look at her, resorting to bury your face so deep into her chest, you might as well carve a cavern in there and don it your new home, “Ellie—it’s nothing. It’s stupid.”

Your voice reassures her but your low tone worries her — her hand scratches that low spot below your neck and presses into the skin like relief. Like comfort. But the heat of it is only playing tricks on you and you curse yourself as you tighten your thighs, shaking softly as you feel hot all over.

Fuck.

“So something is bothering you?” she speaks, and her voice, vivacious and real, courses through you. She doesn’t even fathom the effect she has on you, not to this extent, because she’s figuring it’s something cruel. Something unfixable. And perhaps it is cruel, to you, but unfixable? Absolutely not. She continues, pressing her lips against your warm forehead, “let it up, bun. I won’t be upset. You know I won’t, mhm?”

And you feel yourself tremble, crack in her hold. You’d nearly fooled herself and you in the process. But this was getting you nowhere. Her touch catalysed something you resisted and it was overpowering your senses, sending you reeling for the floor and you had to tell her, had to tell her, tell her now, or else it would break you.

“I just—“ your voice picks up, humiliated, “I think I want you.”

A moment passes. You feel like there might’ve been better options. And worse. It makes you wonder if she knows exactly what you’re running from, this swelter plaguing you from the innards.

“I think you will always have me, bun—“ she chuckles, and it makes you spasm with denial. She’s not getting it.

“No—“

“No?” her brow lifts, as she presses against your body. Makes you shake. Makes you tighten with a looming threat.

“Not like—not like that…” you blush, grow silent. It intrigues her, suctions her to you as she brushes a calloused finger against your cheek, swelling the flesh with yet another string of warmth. It spurts you need, again, a terrible ache to your words, “I need you to…”

Her smile is small, calibrated, sick to the thought of not doing what’s right. Slippery and antsy for not being what you want — “What do you need me to do, bun?”

“I—need you to touch… me?” your voice curls at the end, a question, pathetic and dangerously simple, it shouldn’t confuse her.

Yet her eyes falter, fill with a sort of darkness that you hadn’t anticipated. Her lips go tight with a twitch, her hands now coiling impossibly closer around you, with her fingers padding against your waist. Your skin. You.

This whole time, you needed her to touch you? It had been as simple as that? Impossible.

“Touch you how, bun?” she asks and you nearly fumble, devastated that you’d need to spell it out with brick, chalky letters for her. But with the way her eyes curl with a deliberate evil, her tongue licking over lips like she was preparing for something, something big, you knew she was playing with you like meat.

“Ellie—“ you groan, creen against her. She laughs, amused, but doesn’t let up her antics. Instead, she locks you close, her fingers now sinking into the material of your panties. They’re airy, looking against the waistband like a routine, and you’re sick with the wait, “do I really need to say it?”

“You know you do” she smirks softly, pressing her cheek against yours in a sick attempt to taunt you. It works, though. Makes you sense. Feel. Share the heat of her skin as she makes it known just how much harder she was making this for you. And you sink, gut heaving for release.

“Please, El’s,” you murmur. Try the look of innocence. Play the smaller part. She’s not fazed, just merely mocks the look, encouraging a longer string of words, “I need you to touch me here…”

And the words die on your tongue, quickly, as you grasp her other hand, leading the farther weight of her large palm against the front of your shorts. You don’t miss the harsh bob of her throat, the way she sighs with amusement. With relief.

“Need a bit more clarification than that, bun,” she teases, splaying her palm against the front of your shorts and pressing against the fabric in senseless circles. It makes you whine, dig into her softly, breathless like a greedy thing. It only makes her chuckle, land a soft, wet kiss against the expanse of your neck where it allows her.

“I need—“ you pause, swallow air for some slant, “need your fingers in me. Against me. Please, Ellie, please—“ you choke, tears now threatening to poke against your lashes as you attach against her. But the strength of your pleadings makes her nervous, makes her feel better about it all.

“I think I get the idea,” her words come out rough, tangled like she’d wrestled with the idea of them, as her fingers brush past your panties and against your throbbing clit. It makes you creen with new noises — no one has ever taken you this far before.

She presses a small kiss to your cheek, lowers you onto the bed as she rests on her elbows to capture a better picture of the onslaught of your rapture — “you ever touched yourself, bun?” she rasps, as her fingers flicker up and down your slit to gather rhythm. When you shake your head no, she doesn’t lighten her pressure against your clit, but she does suck in a breath of air.

Knowing that you’d never done anything of this extent with each other was one piece of knowledge. Now, knowing you’d never been touched in this way, ever, not even with the weight of your own fingers, made her sticky in her boxers. Made her amble for her breath.

It made her want to please you all the more.

“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry,” her fingers ghost against your hole, and you tighten out of unlearnt routine, “want me to take care of you, bun?”

God, she’d be the death of you.

“Yes—want you to touch me, El’s…” you whine, grip her hand to gather a sense of your bearings. You’d only ever read words on a page of this sort of thing, pictures when you got too curious. Sentences that talked of parts, sensations, sticky feelings and the ‘right person.’ You’re sure half your knowledge on the matter would be fusty with nothing but sloppiness, half-hearted attempts to reach a high you’d only ever dreamt of.

But now, Ellie was crushing you with the kindness of her fingers. Delivering you that high you’d read in magazine books picked with prickly fingers, left behind when you felt all too awful about it.

Ellie smiles, brings that familiar puddle of warmth to your belly. Her fingers prod at your hole, “I’ll add a finger okay? Promise it’ll feel good,” and the sentence ends with the chime of your whine, groan, choke, all blended in one as her willowy, slender finger messily finds an opening within you.

Ellie pauses, breathing just as fast. It makes you heady, that look on her face — fucked out when she hadn’t even been touched. Red when it’s you she’s ruining to pieces. It makes you warm again, hopeless with moans as her finger begins to pump into you with moderate speed.

“Feel good?” she asks and you silently nod. But she’s breathless, her other hand coming to touch you, feel. Grab a taste of your warmth, and you’re pleasantly welcomed with your cheeks hollowed as she grabs them gently yet firmly — “kiss me?”

The question is stupid, window-worthy. It makes you scoff, makes her smile in return. The inquiry, burnt in ashes already, as you invite her mouth with a whine. You barely notice the addition of fingers within you as her tongue explores you like no one else, lathers you with her own saliva, behind your teeth and elsewhere.

It gets you hot again, impossibly so.

When she pulls back, she reverts to kissing your neck, punching the skin with her lips, as her fingers slot in and out of you. It had gotten to the point where you aimlessly discarded of your shorts, somewhere in the deep recesses beneath your bed.

Now, though, the sounds of her filling you gather as one, melding with the sounds of your cries as she adds yet another finger. Forms a cupping-form against your weeping cunt, as she aims to drill another hole into you. Her fingers are enough to make you sputter, creen, with saliva drooling out the side of your mouth as she works you up in her hold.

“Easy, bun, you close?” she asks. No, perhaps warns, and by the time you’re nodding fervently, she’s already letting out an airy chuckle. But it’s nothing of the malicious sort, just compact with knowing. Several layers of need. Of ‘finally.’

By the time you climax nears, her speed triples, the sopping liquids making it an easy endeavour for the abuse on your swollen cunt. You cry, somewhere in the bucket of noises, clutch onto her like you’re too unsure. You feel an unfamiliar feeling threaten to burst, and you’re half sure it’s a release similar to what you’ve read, and half convinced it’s you wetting yourself.

“El’s—“ you cry, but it’s jammed. It catches her attention, though, “Ellie—I think I’m gonna—“

“You gonna cum?” she asks, for absurdity. For nothing at all, because you’re frothing at both ends. It processes too late, too far, as you agree, pathetic cries too loud for any words but your body allows you a nod as you confirm the threat of release, “then do it, bun.”

And as quickly as you let the words out, the quicker you cry with the fullness of your orgasm, wet, clenching and full of sensations so foreign but diverting, you nearly lose your consciousness. But Ellie trains her eyes on you, as her fingers exit your sopping entrance and rub delicate, cautionary circles against your clit, a sign to come to.

“You good there?” she smiles, teases, tears with a chuckle as you gasp. You’re quick to lightly punch her in the sides, heaving with pleasure still, “you nearly killed me.”

“Killed you with my fingers?”

“Yeah, those fucking, beautiful fingers.”

She shifts, knees caging your thighs suddenly, as her weight hovers over you. In this light, she’s a verdant eyed jewel, gazing at you with tepidity and warmness unmatched, her fingers grazing you like a telltale sign that she’s not done letting you up.

“Ellie?” your voice is nimble, caught in your throat as she descends to your cunt, and before you can let a word of protest even hit her ears, she’s licking a long, aimless stripe against your cunt, and it makes you break.

“Ellie—” you cry, overstimulated and scratching against the sheets as she doesn’t relent her assault against your beckoning centre, heated and oozing yet again that it worries you. But she doesn’t care, merely hitches an arm around your thigh and drives you forward, jerks you with a sting so profound it makes you melt and begins eating you out like her life depended on the course of your pleasure.

Because it really did.

“Ellie—fuck—Ellie!”

She doesn’t listen, just continues, lapping at you and having at you like dessert. Cream. Pudding and pie. The fervor heightens as she prods her tongue where her fingers had busied themselves around, the tight muscle heady in its endeavour to have you crying against her. The zing of your juices has her puddling on her boxers, but it’s more of a priority that she has you seeing white — your second release is quicker, harder, more thrashing and clenching and a mess of hands and feet as you cage her head with your thighs. She sighs, glad for the grapple against her, as she pats against you.

She smiles when you fall limp against the sheets, swallowing air like you’d gone days without it — “did that feel good?”

“Ellie…” you start, warn with a disconcerting frown so faux it makes the both of you giggle, before knocking her useless as you kiss her again. Her kisses are fervent, meaningful, punched with colour and vigour as you pull apart — she chases your lips with a crunch of her eyebrows, a delicate sigh.

And suddenly, her face twists as your hands fall into underneath her boxers, surprised and deliciously wet under those layers.

Of course, you want to string her out — you’re barely recovering from her performance. But some part of you knows she gets excited from the innocent act. And you wouldn’t particularly be ‘lying’ when you acted deft in your attempts to pleasure her. So you do.

“El’s, can you teach me how to touch you?” you murmur, lips rolling into themselves as you fake a look of innocence, all compressed into a look of hopelessly scrunched brows and a small pout. It has Ellie sighing, chuckling quietly as she twitches, throws her head back.

“O-Ofcourse—I’ll—agh—“ your finger ghosts her clit, beating, surely, with want. It makes you pry more, makes you apply pressure against that spot a little more, have her hold your arms as she hisses through her teeth.

“I’ll teach you, bun” she barely breathes out, surging forward for another kiss.

This was going to be a long day.

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[salty-an-disco]

A headcanon for each voice, if you would? To distract you from evil sickness from Hell 👉👈

thank you for the distraction from my woes uwu

Hero is the kinda autistic that cannot absorb any information about their special interests. He just starts happy stimming and pointing excitedly at the thing, but cannot answer a single thing about his interests that aren't some very basic information. He'll also tell you the same facts over and over cuz he keeps forgetting them, and tells you again when he finds it.

If Contra stays inside for too long, they'll start getting restless and irritable. He's an outsy guy, he needs to go out and just fool around for their brain to stay happy and calm. Going out and exploring is also their go-to for when they need to decompress or have some problem they want to avoid. Sometimes they stay out for days on end.

Cold has no spatial awareness and will walk right onto walls and tables. They're also very hyposensitive, tho, so she barely notices it. Has all kind of objects stuck in its big-ass wings cuz it doesn't even try to avoid hitting stuff with them, and always more than a few purple marks on his body from everywhere he hit it.

Paranoid is terrified of dolls and most plushies, but plushies that have no eyes/the eyes are closed are very comforting for her. Has lots of sleeping animals with her, and some food plushies.

Skeptic cannot cook. Just didn't think it was an usefull skill to learn since he prefers ready-to-digest food anyway, and is hopeless in the kitchen. Often skips full meals unless someone (Hunted or Smitten) forces him to eat.

Smitten's vision isn't all that great, but he forgones glasses cuz it feels uncomfortable over his puffy feathers. Wears contacts once he learns about those, but before, he just kinda trusted his friends to keep him from walking into too much danger.

Cheated cannot feel her detachable arm at all. It's like a phantom limb, except the limb is right there and she can still move it. The cut off spot hurts during rains and colder seasons.

Broken is the kinda person to go from reading cute and cozy slice-of-life, to the most unsettling psychological horror known to men. Finds both comforting in different ways.

Stubborn is color blind. I have no reasoning for this other than I think it's a neat trait to throw at him.

To contrast Hunted, Oppy has a terrible sense of smell. Which is probably why he can handle to put on the most eye-watering perfumes known to men.

Hunted is great at predicting the weather, and often advices others about staying at home a little longer or taking an umbrella and some extra food if they get stuck.

[puckpocketed]

okay hi i typed this all up before but tumblr ate it before i could send. um so basically. my nico sturm thing.

you must know that i do know how silly this is!!!!

but okay so the thing is i am the number one defender and appreciator of dmitry kulikov on planet earth (okay like he is beloved by his pantrs teammates and has a very sweet wife and everything, but. you understand). he is so special to me, he's my emotional-support 3rd-pairing dman, and he is CRIMINALLY underappreciated on god's own internet.

he was the florida panthers' first-round pick in 2009. he was there first! before ekblad! before barkov! he was there when they got to the league and he was there through years that the panthers were very bad! and then the panthers improved somewhat, and in 2016 had their best year ever (they had never in franchise history finished a season at or above .600 before lmao) and that summer they traded him away.

and from there he played for a bunch of different teams. got traded. got injured. got traded again. you know how it is. but he's this great, cheerful guy, always smiling (has been given the nickname "giggles"), teammates love him and so on. i think he's been on 8 teams at this point. he's in his early thirties. and summer 2023, he got a chance to sign with the panthers again in free agency!!! they gave him a one-year deal and he came HOME to the team that first CHOSE him, and he's so excited to be here! and the panthers are good now! he got to win the cup with them in 2024!!! the place he most wanted to be!!! and then this summer they re-signed him for 3 more years, so if he wants, he can finish his career as a cat like he always should have had the chance to do 🥺 he celebrated his 1000th game this year, and he got to do it as a panther! i just think that's lovely!!!! and meanwhile! the loving-dmitry-kulikov train train on tumblr is literally just a sedan. i think i have two passengers in here (and i LOVE THEM!!!) but literally why doesn't anyone else appreciate my SPECIAL GUY?? i am banging pots and pans together about him ALWAYS.

soooooooo anyway. when the panthers acquired nico sturm, i saw one (1) tweet from a pantrs beat writer saying that it was looking like nico sturm was going to wear 7, and dmitry kulikov was going to switch to a new number (i.e. give up 7) and i flew into a blinding rage (naturally) because ONCE AGAIN my UN-APPRECIATED little guy was going to SACRIFICE and NO ONE was going to CARE- !

and um. then it didn't even happen, and nico sturm took 8, and dima got to keep 7. so 👉👈 he didn't even actually do anything to me. and i WILL get over this ! it's just that right now there's not enough other stuff in the nico-sturm-shaped space in my brain. i need to fill it with nice things, so that whole thing where, for one whole day, in my mind palace and not even in reality, he wronged me. um. becomes negligible.

reading this was like holding hands on a roller coaster!! you love so big and so deep !! <3 I hope you find a place for Nico Sturm in your heart... as I have already very sincerely expressed, he's just THEE role player to me. just the perfect perfect perfect 4C, always level headed, always professional, always diligently plying his craft... am rooting for a deep cup run and some job stability for him this summer!!

[ddarker-dreams]

Hellooooo I have been DYING to know this from you 👉👈. You know how there's a lot of tips for writing stuff? Well do you happen to have any tips for reading stuff? I want to read the books you recommend but I fear I'm just too dumb 😭 and won't understand what is going on let alone the themes and philosophies discussed. I feel like I would be insulting Dostoevsky by reading his work looool. We were never taught this stuff in schools ;O

I'm talking about critical thinking and analysis skills, media literacy, being able to picture and visualise sceneries; characters' voices/appearances etc., and just overall being able to comprehend one sentence that doesn't use the most basic active voice structure 😭 thank you if you choose to answer!!!!

SWEET ANON !!!! YOU ARE NOT DUMB !!!!

this is coming from a survivor of the american education system, so it might not be universal, but my experiences in middle/high school made me dislike reading books. no joke. i didn't see the point and thought reading the classics was a waste of time. i'm sure that's partially teenager arrogance, but from the conversations i've had with others, reading was rarely framed in a way that stoked intrigue. we're not given the tools to engage with the text so i'm rarely surprised when i see the worst takes imaginable on a piece of media i enjoy from a 14 year old.

i'm still learning myself when it comes to media literacy, it's an ongoing journey. when i read notes from underground for the first time last year i was literally so confused. i can normally read anywhere from 80k-100k words in one day if i'm motivated enough, but NFU, a novella at around 43k words, took me over a week.

i say all this to reassure you that you're not alone!

some advice that comes to mind when reading a dense work:

do some background research on the author. i know teachers hiss at wikipedia for some reason but reading a few paragraphs about the person's life, beliefs, politics, etc really helps put their writing into perspective.

look into the time period it was written. what were the pressing social issues at the time? who was in charge? what conflicts were ongoing/just ended? what was the predominant religion? books don't exist in a vacuum, a lot of the classics are filled with jabs at ideologies the author doesn't like (i'm looking at you, dante).

if the author's from a different country than you, getting a basic grasp on the culture helps a lot. with reading dostoevsky specifically, historical events like the emancipation of the serfs was an entirely new concept to my american brain.

not everything is going to make sense. sometimes the cultural/historical layers go so deep you'd need to have been alive at the time to immediately get it. fortunately, there are nerds with degrees in book who do extensive research and can give insight. i'll think i maybe understand a book okay, go to read a journal article on it, and go ??????? wat???? page 632 paragraph 3 references euclid's optics?? how was i supposed to know that.

finally, you're not going to like every book you read, even if it's well written. there's a difference between persevering and actively torturing yourself with words. if you dread picking it up again, there are other books to check out instead. there are some classics that i don't care for much (some of edgar allen poe's short stories, the fall by albert camus, no longer human by dazai osamu, to name a few).

ask yourself questions while reading. why did this character do that? is there a reoccurring motif throughout the work, and if so, why might the author be trying to highlight that? what perspective is the work from? is the protagonist lucid, are they an unreliable narrator? what themes are being explored here?

i hope some of this helps dsfhgkdjshgks there's a lot to be said on the subject but i didn't want this post to be miles long.

[daszombes]

i have zero idea how this ask thing works but hello !!

🫵you,, you have knowledge...on twisting roads,,,

this question has been bouncing around my head for an entire year now that he's turned 1, so i must ask you. this is very important to me.., (i like concepts like this. i am oddly weird)

in the animation bit of his log, TR is animated falling to the floor and breathing heavily (or doing a motion similar to such) as he looks up at the red holograms. my question is if him being this human/organic is true (i always thought so because it was greenlit by you—erm i mean daszombes). and if so, i've always wondered from where he breathes from. hidden vents near his neck? from the creases inbetween robotic part segments? is his lower face area made of some weird material and there’s a system hooked up behind it?? through his skin—pores even?? another some other way??? some of my ocs have little holes near the bottom of their antennae.,,

TR talks with a speaker ofc (maybe??), but he also sighs. and after the nerves grow out of his antennae the following logs get pained and kinda breathy??? that detail was probably to emphasize the agony but it didn’t seem like he did it before. my brain is doing somersaults thinking about the logic and how and why TR would breathe. how organic is he? golly does he have a little beating heart?? blue or red or some other color of blood?? is his skin silicon or flesh? a nervous system overriding can’t *give* you a respiratory system…???

if he doesn’t breathe then are you open to fan interpretations of him doing so? i understand there could be a whole ‘nother route of him just replicating the sound to just be more human-feeling, though.

sorry,,, i get really obsessed over concepts like this 👉👈💦!! i think its fun to write and i have a ton of ocs who breathe and stuff. makes em feel more human. and its fun to imagine. apologies for the mountain of words aha, i hope ur doin well!! 💛

IMO the iterators were programmed with a lot of basic instinctual behaviors from the ancients, simple things like how to use their hands or how to stand upright were sampled from ancient biology I'd imagine considering iterators are humanoid.

TR displays a lot of human-like mannerisms with the falling to the ground stuff, the way I explain it (besides just the classic "cuz its cool" which is the actual reason) was that the pain responses are rare for an iterator to experience, so they react like a human, clutching their abdomens despite that not helping at all, attempting to breathe despite not being able to, things like that. Of course, there is always the option that iterators do just breathe because they need to breathe, which is entirely possible.

I personally think the former option is cooler so it's what I'm going with, but also like... they could just breathe because they gotta breathe. In which case if they did have to breathe I would give them a small screen or series of holes or spiracles along the neck or jawline. I like iterators being insect-like so spiracles are kickass.

[laneysmusings]

Hello hello! I've recently acquired the Mike Logan brainrot and I LOVE the fics you've written and I ADORE your tags about him!!

SO. I was wondering if you maybe, possibly, hopefully were willing to share any headcanons you have of him? 👉👈 If not then just delete this ask!

Thank you muchly!

it’s my birthday today, and it’s been a terrible one at that, but this ask literally made my face light up. I feel gifted by you — I would be HAPPY to provide headcanons of this gargantuan idiot, this hunk of massive Catholic guilt, my emotional support beleaguered detective

₊˚.༄ Mike Logan Headcanons

₊˚✦ he’s like, an adequate cook? Most likely good at breakfast in the morning and maybe some basic dishes, self sufficient so he doesn’t solely live off of takeout (but it’s like a quarter of his diet). I can’t say he can’t cook because it’s just not realistic. Boy’s gotta’ eat, y’know?

₊˚✦ Mike has trash coffee taste, takes it straight with maybe some cream or a sugar packet but refuses to try other things like blended drinks, will drink a cappuccino or an americano but hates being in a Starbucks

₊˚✦ UNLESS he gets spoilt and used to better coffee but then he’s doomed and cursed to the shit coffee at work and complains even more than usual. Which is a lot.

₊˚✦ I’ve got a feeling that, with being super progressive in his views, he definitely was one of those police officers in the beginning that everyone was shocked by. This little stinker, a raucous trouble maker, an OFFICER? PUHLEASE

₊˚✦ he’s so quick to fight for one (scrappy more like) he’s just got no fit outlet, so work became his outlet (terrible decision really) — but he’s got such hyperactivity and restlessness, probably born from some childhood PTSD and ADHD/ADD, that it just gnaws at him and lets him get too caught up in his emotions

₊˚✦ the boy needs therapy + AND NOT WITH LIZ

₊˚✦ cuddle bug but doesn’t look like it immediately — like sure he’s probably got some weird stuff with intimacy beyond sex (I can do a WHOLE other set of headcanons about this man’s issues with intimacy, both sexual and non sexual)

₊˚✦ but literally a cuddle bug, he will YANK his partner back into bed. he’s a lazy weekend guy and stands by it — it’s when he catches up on sleep and gets to take his time. He doesn’t shave on weekends either so he gets the perfect “I know I’m hot but I make it look effortless” stubble which is damning. Like fuck.

₊˚✦ I think when he works out he does cardio and maybe weight training but not all too much? Like above the minimum since he’s required to like, apprehend people, run chase and whatnot — but he’s not living at the gym if you catch my drift

₊˚✦ snores. he fucking snores look at that man and tell me he doesn’t snore.

₊˚✦ gets nightmares but doesn’t cope well with them — or have much if any good coping mechanisms honestly. Maybe later in life he’ll adapt some better ones, but everything he’d recommend to others, he wouldn’t do for himself.

₊˚✦ definitely not a “decorate his place for the holidays” person unless his partner is, then he’ll play along and get some fun out of it, but I doubt he’s got a box of decorations tucked away in some closet.

₊˚✦ speaking of closets — this man, oh I swear to god, has owned the same damn ties for like, 12+ years. What magic is in that fabric because I know he’s too cheap to buy good quality shirts and ties, maybe decent suits but still like department store, Macy’s suits. Joseph A. Bank maybe? I’m doubtful on Brooks Brothers, like there’s blood and probably brain matter on them all but fuck it, NYC dry cleaning. There’s also mustard stains, canonically, on them. He’s a slob, someone get this man a tide pen.

₊˚✦ lol all I can see now is him trying to iron his clothes in his apartment with the whole board and iron in like, a tank and boxers and mid-calf socks as he gets ready before work. Oh Dick Wolf you had so much promise with this man.

₊˚✦ he definitely has played and probably would play in the police recreational baseball league, it’s mentioned in an episode and he’s passionate about the Yankees. I’m torn between him actually sporting baseball gear or if it’s really casual with jeans and jerseys and baseball caps. (Pls pls pls PLEASE)

₊˚✦ ooh I’m not sure when he changed it but he used to wear a gold crucifix, fuck my life, but stopped wearing it later on and I’m wondering if it’s due to him taking a bigger step away from Catholicism? Like he’s absolutely a lapsed Catholic with terrible experiences in both home and church, it makes sense for him to be conflicted if not repelled from religion. I’d like to think out of habit he may still go to holiday midnight masses, and sometimes on his own for the quiet and the near-anonymity.

₊˚✦ I’m thinking that leather coat of his he wears around all the time, even in the snow like a fucking moron, may have been a gift or one of his bigger purchases for himself. Like something he saved up for or found and just, let himself have the little luxury. Coats like that are expensive and high quality, he wears the same damn one nearly every episode in both the original series and when he was on criminal intent.

₊˚✦ it may just be me projecting, but I feel like he’s got a record collection. Probably some old record player and some nice speakers, milk crates full of records that he has to bend over to sort through, groaning about his back all the while. Definitely a lot of jazz standards and the greats like Sinatra, as he mentions in the series at some point, Martin, Baker, Fitzgerald, Armstrong, Cooke, Davis, etc plus some classic rock, stuff like the typical dad rock™️ — doesn’t peg me as a frequent flyer for concerts but goes for really good shows, he’s a medium venue person not the intimate ones but not the giant stadiums either. He likes Billy Joel but isn’t vocal about it.

₊˚✦ he’s got clutter in his place, a little too cramped but it makes it homey, not decorative but at least lived in. Things are more out in the open than put away, he’s more visual and muscle memory based than having things stored away.

₊˚✦ lastly, a massive sweet tooth. A snacker, keeps things in the drawer of his desk to munch on between meals. He’s got more snacks than ingredients to cook with in his home kitchen and I stand by that. He looks like he would enjoy pretzels a lot, like a lot. And other salty snacks, but definitely an ice cream, eat out the tub kinda’ guy. I’m betting Raspberry, Chocolate, or Strawberry. Maybe a chocolate fudge if he’s feeling a little wild.

Note: I’d literally be more than happy to expand on any of these if not write even more headcanons

[weemssapphic]

Ok yandere reader x Larissa anon is back I just wrote you a thing but here's another one cuz brain juices

Reader See as many instances of Larissa looking at photos of Morticia and doing... personal stuff 🙈. As well as seeing her ripping those photos, burning them, hoenstly Larissa goes through mood swings of what she wants to do to morticia and reader sees all of it. Maybe reader is a shapeshifter but can only turn into animals? That way she would be able to sneak around. ANYWAY reader sees this and is seething cuz she's a yandere but also is like "oooh my bbg a bit cwazy 👉👈"

oh my god, i actually need this written like yesterday 👀 larissa could definitely be going a bit off the deep end in her obsession with morticia and reader would find her insanity hot as hell but would be ragingly jealous at larissa’s misdirected attention and be an absolutely immoral shit to get larissa’s attention and love directed onto herself 👀