#Anon you mischievous little bastard-

[whereismyhat5678]

*Me push Pepperman to kiss Vigilante*

Eheheh, I’m so evil 😈 *runs*

And a bonus:

Phil’s to scared to confront his feelings yet-

WELL YOU SURELY HELPED- (Jk- this was really fun to do thanks XD🫶💥)

[rikosseen]

Lookism x Reader: Family

Anon ask | ft. Goo Kim and Jake Kim

You let out an exasperated groan, slapping your forehead as your mischievous little Goo pulls down his father’s pants, cackling like a villain in the making. Your husband screeches in indignation and, without missing a beat, turns the child upside down by his ankle.

“YOU LITTLE BASTARD!” he screams, dangling his pint-sized doppelgänger like a ragdoll.

“Joongoo, put him down,” you command, unimpressed.

The blonde man glares at you, but instead of complying, he only tightens his grip.

���Joongoo,” you repeat, tone sharper now.

With a dramatic huff and a self-important scoff, he begrudgingly sets the child down. Your son immediately runs to you, giggling and sticking out his tongue at his father. Goo scowls, feeling betrayed, and pulls his pants back up, glaring at you as though you are the one at fault here.

.

“I don’t even know who you are anymore,” Jonggoo sniffles, a pitiful, wounded expression on his face.

You glance at him, utterly baffled. “What are you on about now?”

“That! That thing! You love him more than me! This is favouritism!” he howls, pointing an accusatory finger at the innocent child. Your son, completely unfazed, is happily waving around a small figurine, blissfully unaware of his father’s melodramatic tantrum.

The moment Goo spots the figurine, his face pales, and he springs forward, clearly horrified by the sight of it being in the hands of another. You exhale a long, resigned sigh, one that mixes both pain and mild amusement, as you watch your husband wrestle with the tiny tyrant. If Goo wasn’t already a source of constant chaos, now you have a pint-sized clone of him who, if anything, is even more devilish. And, as Goo himself has pointed out, it’s you who clearly favours this miniature menace.

You can’t help but smile as you sit back, thoroughly entertained by the spectacle of Jonggoo Kim being completely outwitted by his own child. It’s moments like this that make life so much more amusing. Who could possibly complain?

Jake is absolutely thrilled to have a little version of himself running around the streets of Big Deal. It fills him with such pride, it almost brings a tear to his eye whenever she helps out at the shop, or when she eagerly volunteers for something even slightly daring. Every time he watches her, he’s convinced that you two should have another. Maybe even enough to form a soccer team—though he’s not ruling out a whole army of little ones, just in case.

You chuckle at his enthusiasm, but turn him down, mostly because you can’t help but adore the way Jake pouts when he doesn’t get his way. He’s so genuine, so open with his feelings—it’s impossible not to find it completely endearing. The way he wears his heart on his sleeve just makes you smile.

.

As you continue chopping garlic, you feel Jake’s arms slip around your waist, pulling you into his warm embrace from behind. Your body relaxes, and your features soften even more at the contact. A weight tugs at Jake’s leg, and the two of you look down to see your little ray of sunshine, your sweet bundle of joy, brightening up the morning. Jake lifts her up with a grin, showering her with kisses, and you hurry to wash your hands so you can join the fun.

Your daughter giggles and squirms in his arms, trying to wriggle free as she laughs, “Daddy, stop it!” She hiccups in between laughs, but Jake just grins even wider, continuing his gentle attack of tickles and kisses. The whole house is filled with laughter, the kind that makes your heart feel so full, you think it might burst from happiness.

As you finish drying your hands, you glance over at the father-daughter duo, both of them smiling so brightly, wrapped in their own little bubble of joy. Watching them together, you realise that even though money may be tight and life isn’t always perfect, this little family of yours is everything you could ever need. That kind of love and happiness? It’s truly priceless. You can’t help but smile, thinking: who could possibly complain about something this perfect?

[brokenpieces-72]

*taps mic* lion hybrid reader and horangi shenanigans? That is all *trips over the mic wire while trying to walk away* - 🇰🇷 anon

🇰🇷 anon you have unlocked a new reader character... and I wasn't sure what to name the reader here, but I'm gonna make them gender-neutral.

Lions and Tigers

TW: Financial troubles/abuse, I think that's all there is.

Horangi had been on edge since getting back from a mission. He's on high alert for some reason, and he wasn't sure why. A new hybrid was on base, he could smell it. Of course he tried to maintain the cool and relaxed facade, keeping his arms crossed or giving the smug cat like smile he was known for... except his mask was over his face so it was hard to tell. When he went to the briefing room as requested, the new scent was stronger. Konig had joined him, and noticed his partner was standing straight, rather than sitting or leaning against the wall. Konig could smell the newcomer as well. It was a little humorous seeing the man who was completely unphased by his percht, seem so nervous about someone who could hardly be a threat.

Then you walked in with their boss. You stood tall, but relaxed, fully aware of the dominating presence you give off. Your body while not as big as Konig's, had more muscle than Horangi's, your core peeking out underneath your tight shirt. Your lion tail flicked behind you while your golden eyes roamed over the two masked operators.

"This is Y/N, callsign Leo." Their boss said. "They will be working with you two on missions for some time. I recommend treated them with respect."

Horangi's jaw clenched. A haetae was capable of many things, a spirit from ancient times, but a lion. There was a reason lions are considered rulers of animal kingdoms. You may have be the dominant cat in the room but Horangi was intent on wiping that smug look off your pretty face....wait...

The next week or so went by with little issue, as you familiarized yourself with the base and how everything worked. The haetae had been avoiding you, and you assumed it was out of intimidation. One disadvantage about being a lion hybrid is that you can rub people the wrong way. Either hybrids want to fight you or avoid you. Horangi seemed to want to avoid you. Until you saw him in the breakroom.

"Tea?" he offered. You tensed a little, not expecting the friendly offer. The steam wafted from the cup and holy... wow that smelled good. No joke you wanted to bathe in that brew. You sat down accepting the offer. You couldn't stop smelling the cup, feeling so relaxed by the cup in your hands. It was sweet and minty, your tail swaying behind you. By every god in existence it was so nice!

"What kind of tea is it?" You asked, trying to keep your eyes open. You yawned, covering your mouth with your hand. Maybe it was a brew Horangi had brought from his hometown or something. Then you noticed his tail flicking, and while he had his face mask on, there was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"It's a sleepy time sort of tea, especially good for cats." He hinted, sipping his own. Did this motherfucker drug you!? But you hadn't sipped it yet. "Take a sip."

You take a sip of from the cup and nearly choked realizing the contents of the tea. This asshole had drugged you, but not the way you thought. Oh this little shit, was snickering now, no wonder he still had his mask over his nose when he was drinking his own. He was trying not to smell it himself.

"You are a bastard." You said drowsily.

"At least you're actually relaxing. As soon as you walked in, I thought you were going to ask me to do something." He said sipping his again.

"Catnip? Re-really?" You asked, yawning again, your nose still hovering in the cup. Horangi gave your sleepy state a small giggle before you gave in and drank your tea. It wasn't that bad, and he had a point. You'd been working hard, trying to maintain a strict routine for yourself, despite being in a PMC of mercenaries. Maybe this was his way of saying you needed to relax.

"Damn it, my neck is stiff." Horangi complained. You'd just come back from a small mission, where Horangi had to strain his neck in human form. You finished getting your combat gear off before going over to him. He was still rubbing at his neck when you reached out.

"What are you doing?!" He asked a little panicked.

"Relax, I'm trying to help." You told him before swatting his hands away from his neck. He tried to protest as you turned him around, placing you thumbs on the back of his collar bone and started to rub. Horangi's protests were silenced as he groaned softly, finding your touch to be soothing.

"Is it helping?" You asked, your other fingers rubbing the sides. The tiger's tail flicked in enjoyment. And then you heard it. You had to bite your tongue to not laugh. Holy shit, Horangi chuffs? Like tiger chuffs? In human form?!

Horangi's head tilted into your touch, and you can feel the vibrations from his throat. You snickered and that's when he stiffened, whipping around at you. Was his face red? Horangi held up a finger as if to lecture or warn you but his mouth just kept opening and closing. You spoke up instead.

"It's nice to know someone trusts me." You said. Horangi's embarrassment seemed to let up a little, in fact, he seemed less tense. You gave him a toothy grin and he can't help but smile. He had to admit, he did feel comfortable around you.

You and Horangi were about to head to shooting range, when you got a call from home. Damn it not this again. You excused yourself which tipped off Horangi. The two of you don’t bother with pleasantries really, usually it was straight to business. When he overheard the conversation with the caller he knew something wasn’t quite right.

“Yeah I’ve sent the money over… I know it’s less than before.… I don’t have any I can spare, I’ve used it all on necessities… I needed some new gear and I-no no it wasn’t just for the gear, and it wasn’t that much.… I’ll send more for the next one to cover what I missed.… yes… yes I’m sorry. I’ll see what I can send over, I have to go to training-… fine I just need to let my partner know.… no not like that, just for work. Okay… bye.” You hung up and Horangi was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed.

“I take it training is postponed today?” He asked, making you jump and whip around. You eased a little, before holding up your phone to show what you were doing.

“Need to do some stuff.” You explained.

“Debt collectors can be nasty.” He commented. You give a half hearted chuckle.

“So can family.” You added. Horangi started to put some pieces together about the past few weeks. Some days you would only eat something small, or you’d fret about the prices of items when you went out with him for some chill time. During an op, you’d gotten tangled up with another hybrid can had clawed your vest from the front, leaving deep marks. The vest was too dangerous to use, leaving weak spots that a well trained sniper could take advantage of. You had looked everywhere online for tutorials to repair it, or cheaper alternatives. Horangi had walked in on you scouring the internet for more options, only a couple days before the next mission. Even asked if he had a spare you could borrow. Now he knew why you went quiet when he insisted you buy a new one.

“Never that simple is it.” Horangi said standing up straight.

“Nope.” The two of you stood in silence, eyes flicking around the room for a change in topic, tails gentle brushing over the air or floor. Horangi was paying debt collectors to protect his family. You were paying your family like they were debt collectors.

“… I’ll make you some tea.” Horangi said. “Meet you in… wherever I find your scent.”

With that he slid around the corner of the door way and down the hall while you stood there with your phone still in your hand, that still had left over notifications for angry text messages.

The rest of the day was spent relaxing rather than training, after stressing over bank statements and paying bills ahead of time. You sent what you had left over from your pay check to your family and then Horangi took over. He got you to make a new account, and made sure you went to KorTac’s financial department ensuring they send a small portion of any jobs to the private account. It wouldn’t be much but at your family couldn’t know about it.

Horangi had gotten orders to go to a SpecGru base with Konig. The amount of time was undetermined and you wouldn't be going with them. There was a dragon hybrid on base, which meant there would be some conflict with your presence there. It sucked, because you felt like a kid being told you couldn't go on a class trip.

"So what are you gonna do when I'm not here?" Horangi asked you. You shrugged not really answering. When Horangi noticed your tail was slack and still it was easy for him to know how you felt. You'd only gotten close with Horangi, and maybe with Konig a little bit. Now he was leaving. Horangi just smirked, getting a smug look on his face. "Aww, is the big kitty gonna miss her playmate?"

"Shut up." You said, your tone confirming he was right. He chuckled and walked over to you, putting a hand on your back. You don;t make eye contact at first, instead letting out a frustrated sigh.

"I'm going to be fine if that's what you're worried about. For a lion you can be a real pussy when it comes to me."

"Okay if this is your idea of reassurance, it's coming off as insulting." You said, looking up at him. Horangi gave you that smug cat smile.

"I'll miss you too. Don't get yourself killed before we can come back." He said. You sighed. Then you grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him closer. Horangi's eyes widened in surprise a little. You would never let him forget how much stronger you were than him, physically.

"You better fucking not." You warned him. He nodded.

It had been maybe a month or so that Konig and Horangi had been gone. You sat at your desk, looking at the personal account which had cumulated a pretty high sum. You'd stood up to your family and lowered their allowance despite their threats. Reminding them that kicking you out of the family would mean losing your financial support, regardless of the amount got them to back off a bit.

To top it off, Horangi had kept in touch, even if it was infrequent. Konig was doing better, which was good. Horangi had gotten into some trouble but the guys at Specgru seemed to take care of it. Your tail was sweeping against the floor as you scrolled through past messages. Horangi probably didn't see you like that, but could it hurt to take the step? You could always step back if you wanted, but earlier you were trying to think of what to say in your text. What kind of a message would tell him you wanted to meet up with him and maybe call it a date?

You didn't need to worry for long, because he sent you a cheeky text.

H: You up?

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[jqyszn]

i just imagined reader being an mc on mubank or inkigayo or smth, while the mcs are interviewing enha, reader actually has a remote control vibrator in and hoon has gradually been increasing the speed and intensity while she was interviewing them

(maybe they fuck after enha's perf cause he feels bad)

anon. i love you for this omg. first of all that’s so sunghoon coded??? like i bet you he would love seeing you squirm and holding back your whimpers while you clamp your legs together🥺 this is honestly too good to not make a drabble so here you go <3

(drabble under cut!)

pairing: idol!sunghoon x idol!mc!fem!reader

warnings: vibrator (obv), pet names (princess, baby), sunghoon being a cheeky bastard, orgasm denial, pulling out method (please wear protection😭), hair pulling, mirror sex..?, pwp???

and now, the “future of kpop.. enhypen!” you cheered as enhypen walked into the room bowing. as soon as they get in their positions, sunghoon mischievously put his hand in his pocket and switched on the remote. your body jerks as you bite your lip to seal your moans.

“so sunghoon, would you say this comeback has been a hit?” the other mc asks him.

“of course! our fans and other idols including y/n here seem to love it!” he grinned, increasing the intensity of the vibrator causing you to bow your head down not wanting anyone to see your fucked out expression.

“y/n are you alright?” one of the members asks to which you shoot your head up and nod, “yes i’m alright thank you, its probably because of the heat of this fire comeback!” you exclaim at the camera, looking back at sunghoon giving him a glare.

a quick intermission comes on giving sunghoon a chance to whisper into your ear.

“you’re doing so good princess.. you close?” he smirks against your ear, nipping at your earlobe.

“i’m so close hoon, please.” you beg, whimpering in his ear making his eyes darken with lust.

“as much as i love you baby, you can only cum if it’s around my cock. feel it baby, it’s so fucking hard for you.” he playfully moaned in your ear, guiding your hand down his body. your hand grazing over his hot and heavy boner.

“meet me in the changing rooms after our performance hm?” he grinned at you before the crew announced that you were now broadcasting again.

waiting for the performance to finish was tedious. watching him dance and sing with his charisma practically dripping off of him. even watching him from afar had you soaking your panties.

once the performance was finished, you waited for what seemed like decades, watching the other staff and members leave the room. after watching the last staff leave, you knock on the door.

“get in here.” he growls, pulling you in immediately smashing his lips onto yours, kissing you so hard and needy. “fuck i need you so bad right now. turn around.” his hand landing on your plump ass, earning a red mark.

you bend over the make up table, your soaked panties on full display for him. he licked his lips hungrily lifting up your skirt before he tore them off. “oh shit. do you see how fucking wet you are right now?” he teased, yanking the vibrator out of you replacing it with his slender fingers.

“ahh~ sunghoon!” you moan out only to be hushed by him. “be quiet. do you want everyone to know how well i’m gonna fuck you?” he cocked an eyebrow looking at you through the mirror. “no..” you answer, biting your lip almost to the point you can taste blood.

“exactly.” he tutted, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants before taking them off along with his boxers in a swift move. his raging, leaking tip hitting off his lower abdomen then standing proud.

“you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting to pound this little pussy.” he groans, pumping his length before lining it up with your entrance. “hoon please put it in..!” you begged, your hole clenching around nothingness.

“you best bet i fucking will.” he smirked, pushing himself into you, making sure you feel every inch of his throbbing cock. a loud moan escapes you, sunghoon hushing you by covering your mouth with his large hand.

“so you really do want people to hear us don’t you princess? such a dirty girl~” he cooed as he began to slowly thrust in and out of you. “don’t you dare make a sound.” he whispered into your ear seductively, removing his hand from your mouth only to pull your hair back as he pounded into you from behind.

“look at you, being fucked dumb by me. fuck! your pussy is so tight!” he grunted, pulling you hair harder.

“hoon.. i’m close!” you quietly moan, your walls clenching uncontrollably on his length.

“cum for me then princess. milk my cock for all you’re worth.” he let go of your hair, taking both your arms and pinning them behind your back.

“shit i’m cumming hoon!” you shut your eyes, feeling yourself let go all over his cock. your warm juices coating his girthy memeber deliciously.

“so.. fucking… good!” he grunted as he begins to approach his high, slamming into you like a wild beast. “ah shit!” he growls, pulling out of your cunt quickly. he pumped his wet dick, his load spurting all over your ass.

a/n: i literally finished this “drabble” within 2 hours which is insane because it’s not that far off with words as “Like what you see?” has 😭😭 maybe because i was busy…? idk but i hope u enjoyed this

[egrets-not-regrets]

Hagfish Slime Shenanigans

Of Fin and Feathers AU: Cedric had been secretly keeping a pet hagfish in one of the smaller caverns connected to the family nest for a convenient supply of hagfish slime. The boys are roughhousing and of course, a hagfish slime fight ensues.

Author's Note: Co-written with the wonderful @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan. This was very fun and light-hearted story and gives a chance for all the merPrimaris brothers to have fun together. I enjoyed writing this one a lot.

Thanks for lending your characters! Cedric (c) @sleepyfan-blog. Ramiel, Jophiel, Catius, Oleandros, Kerubiel, and Thressl (c) @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

Ocean divider (c) @saradika-graphics

Tagged: @shadowfirecat , @kit-williams , @bleedingichorhearts , @barn-anon , @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

@sleepyfan-blog, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @bispecsual , @ms--lobotomy , @whorety-k

@gra93fruit-blog, @i-am-a-dragon34, @felinisnoctis

“Oof!” The wind got knocked out of him as Thressl caught the bend of Jophiel’s wing in his gut. The red-haired Space Wolf laughed, getting back up to continue their roughhousing, “I’ll get you bird boy!” He turned to the deep green mer who had just returned from his exploration of the other caverns with Claude, both staring openly at the chaotic wrestling scene, “Keru! Come on! Join the fun!” 

Thressl lashes his tail from side to side, in a way that, if he had legs, would have him bouncing on his heels. Kerubiel, at least in Thressl’s opinion, was a bit too reserved at times, and Cat-like. Then again he is a Dark Angel. Too mysterious and dramatic bastards, the lot of them, or at least so his older brothers in the Space Wolves had always complained about them to him.

Kerubiel shook his head, he still wanted to go poke around some of the caverns in this place. He’s been poking around his new “home” out of curiosity, looking at things. Even though he had Lady Lenora’s blessing to explore and examine the family nest, Kerubiel was cautious about exposing too many secrets too soon. 

If she and her bonded mate, the firstborn Iron Warrior cousin, Erriox, were anything like the Firstborn brothers that he’s used to, he would be in a lot of trouble. Not that he worries very much about that since he could take care of himself, but it’s nice to stay close to his other Primaris brothers and have a home base. Given how attached his brothers are to them though, especially to Lady Lenora, Kerubiel surmises that the couple were rather lenient and kind. 

“Get him, Claude!” Thressl calls out with a smirk.

He dodges when he feels the touch of Claude’s weight behind him, neatly throwing off his younger Primaris brother over his shoulder. Though Olly sneaks in quickly and bodily tosses the Dark Angel to the awaiting group in their makeshift wrestling area.

Kerubiel is mentally cussing out Olly- the damned Ultramarine could be a little too sneaky and much to his chagrin, had a strength that surprised him at times. But - it was fun sparring against him, against all of his fellow Primaris Marines here on Ancient Terra that he’s met, at least.

“Yeah Olly!” Jophiel crowed as Thressl and Catius whooped and hollered. 

“DOGPILE!” Thressl shouts, jumping onto his fallen brother. His brothers followed suit. 

“Don’t you dare—!” Kerubiel couldn’t even finish launching himself off the floor to escape before his idiot brothers came piling on top of him. Even the usually quiet Claude had a big mischievous grin on his face as he pinned his tail down. 

Kerubiel would use his Forest Walk ability- but that would mean that Claude could use his shadow teleport ability and their brothers without Psykery would cry foul for him not ‘following the rules, you bastard!’. Also, with how hard it is to use his powers, he’d rather save it for when he really, really needed it.

Besides- even as they wriggle and wrestle and fight- it’s all in good fun with lots of laughter and playful teasing. It’s nice. Kerubiel hadn’t realized how starved for touch he’d gotten until he started rough housing with his brother-cousins.

“Get your fat asses off of me!” Kerubiel doesn’t realize it but he’s laughing and smiling a little, as he gives as good as he gets.

“Not until you say ‘Mama save me!’!” Thressl grinned.

“You little brat!” Kerubiel growls at them and manages to lunge and wrap an arm around Thressl’s neck and drag his knuckles through the other’s hair. He roughly scrubs the Space Wolf’s head and barks out, “You say ‘Mama save me!’, you cheeky little shit.”

“Never surrender!” Thressl yells, twisting back with surprising agility and smacks Kerubiel in the back of his head with his tail. 

The Dark Angel spat out a mouthful of red hair then found himself in another chokehold. Catius chuckled, “Ah ah ah…” he tutted, “You left yourself open.” 

Kerubiel huffed, why does it seem like everyone decided to pick on him today?

Jophiel hurls himself on top of the older Ultramarine in a flurry of feathers, shouting, “We’re coming to the rescue, Keru!”

Kerubiel snorts, “Rescue, right.” grinning as more of his brother-cousins join the pile, with him ending up on the bottom of it again somehow, “Very helpful, you guys.”

Cedric is snickering at the lot of them, Kerubiel notices the Apothecary and gives him a smirk and twists and wriggles, flinging half of them off of him as he charges for the Apothecary who has something in his hands as he tackles him.

“Oh- Cedric~” Kerubiel sings with a smirk as he looks at the Son of Dorn, and then tosses him into the pile of brothers. “Gotcha.”

Cedric called out, squirming as he is dragged deeper into The Pile of brothers “Keruuuuu! Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!”

Of course, whatever Cedric had been holding was upended onto his brothers during his struggle. 

Olly stopped, lifting up his arm, suddenly feeling the wet slimy sensation coating his torso. He made a face, “What is this?”

Ramiel, who just arrived and was watching from the Sidelines, chuckled, “That would be the hagfish slime that Cedric collects.”

“Oh! This is fun!” Claude giggles as he slips out of Olly and Catius’ grip and along the cave floor. Jophiel quickly activated his air swimming ability, not wanting the prospect of slime getting into his feathers. Also feeling wary seeing the mischievous glint in Thressl’s eyes. 

Thressl grinned and started to cackle. He starts to throw slime at several of his brothers, “I’m gonna getcha!”

“Wh-Hey no! Stop throwing that slime! I need that to make healing poultices with.” Cedric exclaims with some consternation. 

“Don’t you have a whole supply of that in that cavern back there?” Claude asks, happily sliding about in his squid-like form. 

“What? No!” Cedric totally did not squawk.

“After all you have that pet of yours to make more easily. ‘Slimy’ is it?” Catius says slyly as he catches more slime tossed his way and they continue to throw it at each other.

“I will bite you somewhere painful if you throw the slime at me!” Jophiel yelps as he flies above the others not wanting his wings slimed. It would take forever to get the stuff out of his wings. 

Olly laughs and gets smacked by a handful of slime. “Hey!” He scrapes the slime off of his face and tosses it back at Ramiel.

“I found more!” Kerubiel suddenly appears holding two large containers of slime and starts to chuck globs of slime at his brothers. 

“Guys stop!” Cedric pleads as he tries to get them to stop throwing the hagfish slime around. He was going to get into so much trouble if Lenora and Erriox found out. He can say goodbye to Slimy, his cozy nest, mama, and papa…

Plop! Cedric slowly wipes away the slime on his face. “You little shits…” he growls. Plop! Plop! Blap! as a bunch more slime found their mark. They were giggling and laughing. Even Ramiel! The audacity! Well if he had to go, he would go down fighting!

Kerubiel laughs heartily until he is cut off by a faceful of slime, “ack!”

“Y’all are fucked!” Jophiel says with a cackle as he continues to fly above the chaos,”get em Ced!”

“Oh no you don’t! Go catch him, Claude!” Thressl and Olly launch Claude at the Blood Angel scoutling. Who did not shriek as he dodges his slimy brother. What he had forgotten in the moment was that Claude had multiple tentacles with suckers on them, one of which manages to wrap around Jophiel’s leg, dragging him down into the slippery fray. 

“Nooo! My wings are slimed! You guys are gonna get it!” Jophiel yells his battlecry. He flaps his wings forcefully, the ensuing motion sending slime flying and bapping his brothers back down onto the slippery floor. Suddenly, he squawks as a plop of slime lands square between the base of his wings. 

Thressl laughs, “Don’t make yourself such a big target Jophi!” his own hair plastered to his scales by the slime. 

Jophiel darts behind Ramiel and Cedric crying dramatically, “Save me, Rami, Ced!” 

“Hey!”

“We need to clean—!” 

The two Black Templars couldn���t get a full sentence out before they found themselves the next big target and being pelted by slime. The two, and Jophiel, retaliate, hucking slimeballs at the rest of their brothers. 

Catius pauses, having understood what Cedric was about to say and asks hesitantly, “Maybe we should start cleaning… Blahhk!” with another faceful of slime. 

Thressl snorts, “Not until you say ‘Mama save me!’”

Catius glares at the young Space Wolf, “You rotten fermented herring! Olly! With me!”

Olly laughs and joins his squad brother in letting loose a barrage of slime at Thressl. 

“Nooo! Keru! Save me!” Thressl calls out as he reaches out to the Dark Angel to hide behind him, who quickly moves out of the way. 

“No! You’re on your own!” Kerubiel yells back. He had enough of this slime fight for today and was going to get himself cleaned off. 

Cedric points at him with vengeance in his eyes “Oh, you don’t get to get away with this! I’m taking you down with me!” Like Catius and Olly, he, Ramiel, and Jophiel team up and throw a fierce onslaught of slime at the instigator of this slimy mess. “You better say ‘Mama save me!’ if you don’t want to drown in slime!!”

Kerubiel couldn’t dodge all the balls of slime. He wants to be done with it and leave, but he is also not about to yell “Mama save me!” like a little coward. So he slides in behind Thressl, using him as a shield to fight back against his brothers. Thressl, of course, yells at Kerubiel’s betrayal and wrestles with him to see who was going to be the body shield next. 

Claude couldn’t care less about the ensuing battle as he happily slips and slides across the cave floor. 

Lenora flew into the cave as she normally does when coming home, feeling a little concerned when she thought she heard her boys saying “mama save me” followed by the sound of a bunch of wet and squishy things hitting something solid. 

Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! She squawked loudly as she felt thick slime hit her body, the impact sending her to the ground. In a daze, Lenora tried to get up but could not gain purchase on the slippery cave floor. She looked up. Why was there so much slime? Was there slime on the ceiling too?

“Mama!” 

“Mom!”

“Mutter! I’m so sorry!”

She hears a chorus of her boys’ apologetic and concerned voices. Their hands quickly pull her to her feet and steady her as she stands. Lenora wipes the slime off her face then looks around, a frown forming as she takes in the mess around her as well as the guilty and contrite expressions on her adopted sons. 

“Where did all this slime come from?” She asks. Lenora knew Cedric had a supply of hagfish slime for making his poultices, but she didn’t realize he had this much!

Olly answers without skipping a beat, “It’s from Cedric’s hagfish.”

“Olly! Shush!” Catius elbows him. Olly glances at his brother, “But Mama asked a simple question.” It shouldn’t get Cedric in trouble… hopefully. Olly clams up after that though. 

All of the Primaris brothers are on high alert when a deep and loud growl sounds from the underwater entrance, “Boys… why is Lenora covered in slime and where did this mess come from?”

“We were having a slime fight,” Olly says before yipping a little at getting elbowed by multiple Brothers, half of which glare at him. 

What were they expecting? They had to tell Erriox the truth! And Mama got caught in their crossfire. Of course, he's mad. And, it’s pretty obvious as to what they were up to while Mama and Erriox were gone. Might as well fess up now and get the scolding and punishment over with.

“Sorry mama, sorry sir,” Olly says, rather contrite, “We will clean up the mess… and whatever other punishment you decide.”

Jophiel’s soggy wings fluttered nervously, as he plaintively added, “Please don’t un-adopt us!” 

“Un-adopt you?” Lenora repeated, letting out a small incredulous laugh, “Of course not, you silly fledgling! We’re not going to kick you boys out, but unfortunately the hagfish has got to go. And this place needs to be cleaned.”

The harpy couldn’t help but hide her smile behind her claws watching the collective sighs of relief and relaxing of their shoulders. Un-adopt them? What a silly concept. Well, being covered in hagfish slime doesn’t feel very nice, but it is not something unforgivable that she would abandon them for. 

The boys make way for her mate to air-swim towards her. Erriox tenderly wiped away more slime from her face with a light snort and chuckle as he quickly looked her over. He lifted her into his arms then turns to the Primaris brothers. 

“I will get Lenora cleaned up, but we will be staying at our old nest for tonight.” He glances at his mate and she nods in confirmation, “We expect you boys to have this place and yourselves cleaned by the end of tomorrow. Cedric, remove your hagfish and do not bring any more pets to this nest.” The Black Templar mer is about to protest about the unfair treatment when Erriox addresses the rest of the brothers, ”This applies for the rest of you too. And you all help Cedric harvest his supply of slime and care for his hagfish for the next month, wherever he decides to keep it.” 

Lenora giggles slightly at Thressl's groan and not-pout upon hearing the “no pets at home” rule; and the rest of her boys grumble about hagfish care while Cedric looks rather satisfied with that punishment. 

Erriox nuzzles her tenderly, “Have I covered everything?” he asks. 

She wraps her wings around his neck and quickly pecks his lips, “Yes. Let’s go.”

After Erriox and Lenora left the nest, Cedric turned to the rest of his brothers and clapped his hands, “Alright, let’s get this place cleaned up.”

“Where do you think you’re going?” Catius scruffs Kerubiel by the back of his neck as he attempts to sneak away, “You’re coming with me. Bath time after we clean this mess up.”

The Dark Angel grumbles, “Fine…” and follows the older Primaris mer. 

Thressl grins at Cedric and waggle his eyebrows, “Bet Ma and Erriox are gonna do more than just ‘clean up’.”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s normal that they would want to spend time together as mates in private. We’ll contact papa once we’re done and make sure we are clear to use the bathing area.” Cedric rolls his eyes, ending that conversation. He’s going to have to keep an eye on his brothers so they don’t sneak off and accidentally barge in on Erriox and Lenora’s “bonding time” knowing how tactless some of his brothers can be. 

After the hard work of cleaning up the nest and putting things right had been finished, “Where are we going to put your hagfish?” Olly asks

Cedric hums thoughtfully, “I’ll have to think about it some more about that. Come on, let's get washed up first.”

“Fair enough,” Olly says leaning into his brother affectionately.

[doctordiscord123]

Can I request the stupid bestfriends moment with Dark and Host? Not necessarily what anon shared, but just give me silly shenanigans of these two usually straight laced egos. XD

Dark and the Host sat at the kitchen table in the manor, talking quietly, conspiratorially. They'd been whispering most of the morning, drinking their respective teas, and occasionally one of them would laugh before going back to whispering.

It was, frankly, making the rest of the house nervous.

Bim, of course, was one of the few who had the balls to directly ask what was up. Marching into the kitchen, he sauntered right up to the pair, and opened his mouth. "What --"

He didn't even get the word out before he was gone, teleported to the other side of the manor by a simple muttered few words from the Host.

Dark burst into laughter, and he leaned back in his chair, a little bit of a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You owe me now, Host. I knew he was going to be the first to ask."

Somehow, the Host conveyed the motion of rolling his eyes, though he was smirking slightly, and a $20 bill appeared on the table that Dark slipped into a pocket. "...The Host thought for sure it was going to be Wilford. He doesn't usually go this long without needing his cotton candy stash."

Dark grinned, and winked. "He doesn't~ But you said nothing about delivering it to him~"

The Host's mouth fell open. "Now that's cheating."

Dark made to reply, but then Bim came storming back in, hands on his hips, and he made an affronted sound. "Now what in the Hell was that?! You can't do that to a man! What are you two doing?!"

"Nothing." The reply was instantaneous, and unison.

Bim threw up his hands. "Great, thanks. Helpful. Fuck off." And he promptly left, muttering darkly under his breath about blind bastards and monochrome morons.

Dark and the Host immediately went back to their whispering, grinning at each other and listening close. "Anymore secrets you're willing to divulge, Host?"

"None that wouldn't make Darkiplier's head spin~"

"Oh those are the best ones!"

"Fine, fine. But if Darkiplier says a word to Google about what the Host is about to say, he will personally find a way to kill Darkiplier permanently."

"Oh don't make promises you can't keep. Now spill."

[wri0thesley]

Cat dad anon here: ironically by the the time you posted my response I got sick again lol funny how that works (I’m not mad btw i thought it was just funny because i forgot i sent that originally)

I would like to add to this with genshin WOMEN as cat moms.

Arlecchino is technically a cat dad literally because she has Lynette and Lyney. But also those two have snuck in many a stray into the hearth to keep as their own. Ironically enough many end up becoming hers in the classic: dad who didn’t want cat ends up being cat’s favorite. Well she sees no reason to fight it now, it makes the kids happy to have the cat even if it seems to prefer her. Rest assured that kitty will be well cared for not just because it has a bunch of orphans caring for it but because Arlecchino makes sure it only eats the most delectable of fish.

Jean is probably the one who gets a emotional support cat. A gift from Lisa perhaps? A affectionate little fluff ball that lingers around her helping her feel more at ease. Its been trained to bump her with its head whenever she gets too tense or stressed in order to indicate its time to relax and give the kitty some pets. It helps immensely as if she stays up too late the cat will simply lay ontop of her work forcing her to turn in for the night.

Another is Undoubtedly Chlorine. Awaiting her each day is a cat waiting by the door to greet her by immediately begging for food. A very loud kitty maybe a siamese as its miles more chatty than she herself is.

Ningguang possesses a common breed of cat surprisingly. Not s luxurious breed at all but rather a simple black cat. (Fun fact black cats were originally thought of as good luck) but this cat isn’t not at all poised or graceful. Infact its quite troublesome. It seems to be mischievous on purpose. If it is hungry then you will know from the sudden sounds of pottery falling. Since then most pots are reinforced to not be knockable. But the cat is a plump bastard because the staff struggled to calm it. Still even with its mischievous nature is Ningguang quite content with the creature. She sleeps with them cuddled by her as she used to cuddle cats while she lived on the streets for warmth. In fact the very cat she owns was picked out because it resembled her stray cat friend who passed long ago. Which is also why she will not even entertain the idea of replacing it and glares at anyone who suggests it. Her kitty is her respite from her stress as she can now spoil her little friend.

Beidous cats would be different. As she is a captain it actually would make sense to have cats onboard. Infact its a common. Ship cats are good for mice management but that also means they may not be as affectionate as they’re more wild like. More busy below decks stalking the mice. But beidou’s cats are a bit different. They proudly display to her their bounties so she’ll reward them with much love and affection. Plus there’s her pal kazuha who is canonically a cat magnet. Those cat lives better lives than some people!

And of course Lisa. Lisa definitely seems like she’d end up attracting other cats than actually having one of her own. Like if Kaeya has a kitty then it may find Lisa swaying it to her side with promise of quality naps and treats. Or if Jean is out on business she is the cat babysitter who will be lounging with the kitty enjoying a nice nap. Eventually she’d end up attracting a permanent cat who snuck into the library during a storm. She let the guy stay in of course but even after weeks have passed does it refuse to leave. Its more of the library’s cat but she is the librarian. She playfully gave it the title of her assistant as it likes to sit at her desk with her paperwork displayed like its actually doing buisness. It even has its own Favonious collar labeling it as a official employee of the Knights. The cat seems to Mimic Lisa alot. It follows her to greet and check on jean and play with Jean’s own kitty cat. But it doesn’t like going outside where its more noisy. It would rather nap on the sunlight coming through the window.

CAT MOMS . . . be still my heart. and oh no anon i'm sorry to hear that; i am sending you soup and hoping if you have a kitty of your own it is providing the healing snuggles and purrs that you deserve!

lisa's library cat is making me feel so soft; i adore her and the thought of walking into the library to see her snoozing behind the desk with the cats of the rest of the knights of favonius deciding she's a lovely pillow and a perfect napping spot . . . sigh.

navia definitely has a plump spoilt kitty who is dressed in the finest of clothes; she can't resist giving it a sweet treat now and then, and everyone in poisson knows that the cat with the lovely ornate collar belongs to their demoiselle and as such gives the cat a freshly caught fish or a bit of chicken or too many pets and loves!

miko is very fond of cats because they're just as tricky as she is; they tend to follow her around - but her favourite is a sleek black cat who sits, mostly, off to one side. it follows her but it doesn't want fusses or too many pets; it follows her to the shrine, to the publishing house . . . she's named it 'ei'.

[monkberryfields]

what are some of the reasons you love Paul so much??

Hello anon!

I was going to give a sort of joke answer to this but I figured I'll be serious for once in my life.

I really love Paul because I admire him for a lot of things. I think his dedication to music, his family, and to causes he really cares about is very admirable. Not like other celebrities aren't dedicated to things like this, but there's something that feels genuine about Paul and his sincerity comes out a lot in interviews. One of my favorite Paul interviews is this one idk the vibes are really cute with this interview. If I feel really down, I can put this on and feel much better. He's also just a cheeky bastard, and can be really mischievous and hilarious.

Also his love for Linda is something that has reinstated my ideas of true love and soul mates. Like not to get sappy but like the way he attempts to keep her memory alive to this day its just WAAAAAA!!! It makes my cold dead heart beat just a little. I mean just LOOK AT THEM ANON!!

Also, he just has a song for every mood. Like his songs are relatable and I also like how some of his songs feature mundane topics that whenever he writes them, it feels like the most amazing thing on earth.

Also I did cry in my car one night listening to "Warm and Beautiful" and I haven't been the same since.

I also think the guy is a literal musical genius but also humble at the same time. Like a lot of stuff we take for granted in popular music is stuff he and the Beatles did first and it's just remarkable! He's also not afraid to branch out and do things that people would find odd for musicians of his caliber like Broad Street, Rupert and the Frog Song, and the Liverpool Oratorio. I just think it's cool he branches out and did all sorts of genres, and like even his worst songs are better than most musician's entire discographies.

Please anon I could go on and on about why I love Paul, but I gotta stop or it becomes a ramble post lmao! Anyways, if anyone else has reasons why they love Paul, please add!! Thank you so much for the ask!!

[birthdaycakeplate]

same anon asking for Blitzbee fic recommendations, tried to message you but unfortunately your account is set to only people you follow doing that.

but hmmm, I'd say my personal taste in fics are actually slow burns, I really like fics that focus on Blitzwing and Bee forming an unlikely relationship based on their 'home lives' in a sense of it, where neither are understood and often viewed as annoyances/loose canons leading both to a feeling of isolation and a mild desperation/willingness to connect with anyone even at the risk of 'treason' for interacting with the other side.

I also enjoy the progression for Blitzwing of seeing Bumblebee as a harmless amusement to him somehow becoming a bit of a hyper focus that causes the big bad con to develop some empathy and *gasp* morals.

Meanwhile Bee is just a cocky little bastard who refuses to accept Blitzwing as the actual threat he is and then feelings are caught when his view of the world is shifted and he finds out Decepticons are also actually just people with complex feelings and motivations (also bonus if break down of autobots 'all warbuilds are evil because' bs is broken down)

I realize now I'm rambling so apologies its just a very fun ship to babble about.

If I was to ask for any fic, if you could set one in your Nemesis AU that be amazing, the size difference you give in that is spectacular like omg I stare so politely.

Also the concept is just very fun to me and I'd love to see that au world expanded.

As for spicy content I don't really have any ideas? Sorry I'm actually terrible at writing it my only preferences are Blitz top and preferably consensual.

for ease if we keep talking like this I'll sign off as

Curiosity

GOD, of course I invited you to talk with me and then blocked you from doing that elekkeem 🌝 I think I fixed my messaging where I’ll get your stuff now, if you’d like to try again 😭 I swear I’m always this dysfunctional.

But anyway, your message here is good, true, andfantastic. I CRY. Your view on the ship is perfect and pure D,8

I LOVE when Blitzwing is stunned when his desire to squash the useless yellow gnat and be done with him is suddenly evaporated by the sudden realization this guy is slowly becoming the only thing in his life fun and full of life (and kind of precious if he’s being honest, ok???). Because their chemistry is crazy- they’re both wrekcless little freaks when left to their own devices, but full time loyal, fucked up little creatures to the ones closest to them. The handful Blitzwing can afford to let in to his life, even if ‘friends’ isn’t the word he’d use, and the few Bumblebee can make real connections with, when he’s a mischievous ant with a complex to make ‘something great’ of himself.

But he already IS great and bad boy Blitzwing needs to make it his immediate life’s goal to get that through to him and give him lots of love. (I ramble, too, you’re in good company)

I’m bad at stating my thoughts, I get overwhelmed when it’s my own emotions. But I typed and retyped something along the lines of how I’m noticing we have lots of similarities here in terms of what our favorite flavor of Blitzbee is 🩷🩷🩷 I bet lots of ppl who read this would agree with you and appreciate you throwing out there the love language of these complete messes of men✨

Does that mean my attempt to translate these tastes into fiction beside my ideas will make for good reading and also provide you a happy source of top Blitz/blitzbee? God, I HOPE so. You deserve it and I’m going to try.

I have the first chapter half written, because-

OH MY GOD, YOU LIKE MY AUTBOTS JOIN THE NEMESIS AU STUFF EKEKKEE

OoooOOOHhhh aAHHHHHHHH

I SCREEEEEEAM 💕💕💕 thank you???!!! That means so much to ME and makes me insanely happy, because I was so surprised when you said that, and I REALIZED how amazing it is to hear a thing like that. That I’ve got a thing going I didn’t imagine would become liked enough for a fic request for it.

I’m hoping to finish this first chapter by next Friday. Probably sooner than that? But I’m scared life won’t allow it. Thanks for your messages💕

(The other anons who messaged me, too, about some top Blitzwing fic stuff, I see you and I’m elated to hear from so many of you, thank you✨)

[monkeerotica]

when peter was hired for the show, it was under the stipulation that he be the cast's whipping boy, to keep him in his place/prime him for the role. when he agreed, desperate for a job, he didn't realize just what a mischievous group his three costars would turn out to be, and how quick the directors were to punish bad behavior

whip-smart idea, anon. 1100 words. -author 🦋

moses' law

When they mess up, Rafelson said, you get it.

“I get it.” Peter nodded, then shook his head as he pretended to correct himself. “I- ah, got it. Good.” He frowned, as if even he hadn’t understood what had just passed between them.

Turning over his shoulder to share a look with the crew, Rafelson chuckled, “This cat was born to take the fall.”

---

If marking him as the group’s whipping boy was meant to make Peter into some kind of hall monitor, it was an utter failure. He probably should have gone out of his way to keep the other guys in line, if only for his ass’ sake. The occasional Hey, put that down or Aw, knock it off wouldn’t have gone amiss. But Peter didn’t go in for that police state junk. The producers weren’t God. And screwing around was fun. 

Peter was as much to blame as anyone else when filming ground to a halt that first day. He, Micky, and Mike had been so loud behind the camera during shooting that Davy’s scene was unusable. They were still yucking it up long after the director yelled Cut, right until Rafelson started to get personal.

“Peter. Peter! Come over here.”

Micky and Mike hissed quick, sheepish apologies to him. Peter pretended not to hear them. “Me Peter?”

Rafelson pointed. “Get over here.”

“It’s all right, Bob,” Davy started to say. Rafelson didn’t budge.

Peter gave an exaggerated gulp, pulling his collar clear of his bobbing Adam’s-apple. He heard a few snickers from the crew and quietly glowed with victory. Everyone would be too distracted to notice his shaking hands. All that moved Peter forward was the knowledge that Rafelson’s signature was on his check, and that if they really wanted to hurt him, they would have fitted him with a shock collar.

He presented himself, still wearing the mask of the Dummy.

The second he came within arm’s reach, Rafelson slapped the stupid expression off his face.

For a split second as he reeled back, Peter was deeply impressed. Rafelson had actually followed through, the bastard. His money and his mouth were in the same place. But then the pain started to bloom and sear under Peter’s hot cheek, and he couldn’t keep his mouth from falling open. The silence set in then, too. A dead hush. They’d really whacked him.

Peter’s body took over. He was back in the Village, baring himself to a humorless audience, and he defended himself the only way he knew how. He smiled. He felt as if he might burst out laughing from the absurdity.

Rafelson scoffed in amusement. To Micky and Mike, he added, “You like that? You want more of that? Keep talking.” He flapped his hand like a jabbering mouth.

Though he too was smiling, Micky looked a little stunned. “Oh, jawohl, jawohl, sure,” he said, less than enthusiastically, and acted out zipping his lips.

“That’s not gonna photograph too well.” Mike was peering at Peter’s face. 

Rafelson spared a glance at Peter. “Get some makeup on that,” he said, before returning to his chair. The countdown for shooting to resume began. Without meaning to, Peter touched his cheek. Davy shot him an apologetic look, then morphed seamlessly into character.

Action.

---

Rafelson didn’t just follow through. He was consistent.

Davy broke an expensive prop. Come here, Peter. Caned on both palms. Someone left cigarette burns in the upholstery. Where’s Peter? Hot, stinking ash blown in his eyes. Peter thought that one was a real gem. The punishment didn’t always fit the crime so neatly. Like the time Micky and Mike missed their cue tinkering with one of the cars in the lot. Oh, Peter… Ten lashes with a buckskin belt to the back of his legs. There just wasn’t any poetry in that. Now, if it had been a seat belt…

The guys weren’t exactly throwing him a pity party, either. He was half convinced they’d forgotten the deal—or their part in it. It took four to tango, after all.

“Sunburn?” asked Micky, when Peter couldn’t stop wincing as they got into costume.

Peter scoffed. “Try, ‘Someone left the canteen in a mess last night.’” No matter how gently he pulled on the sleeves, his shirt scraped painfully against the hot welts left on his arms and back.

Micky made a sour face. “Bummer.” Our Lady of Sorrows, he wasn’t.

It couldn’t help Peter’s case that he tended to grin from ear to ear at these punishments. Whether it was a Greenwich Village vestige or his mother’s advice that bullies only wanted to see a rise out of him, the technique didn’t always work in Peter’s favor. See? Rafelson would proclaim when his raised hand made Peter flinch and smile at once. He loves it.

Hell. Maybe he did love it. He had come to expect physical pain, but sometimes…

After a particularly bad snafu in front of most of the crew, Rafelson put his hand out toward him, and Peter flinched, smiling like it was his birthday.

“All right, keep it cool,” Rafelson laughed, “I hadn’t even touched you yet.”

Instead of a beating, Peter received a hand on top of his head. Then Bob started to push. Peter began to sink toward the ground.

Once Peter dropped to his knees, the temperature of the room seemed to change. Outright laughter turned to silence and then whispers, followed by worried murmuring. “Bob,” said somebody.

“What?” Rafelson seemed to pick up on the apprehension just as Peter’s head reached his equator. He looked out at the room scornfully, as if to ask how they could suggest such a thing. “Not that.” He chuckled. “Yeah, he wishes. What a fag.”

Peter felt like he was outside of his body, watching it all happen. He hardly dared to imagine what Bob was directing him towards, but when he found himself on all fours, nearly eye level with the ground, the primary feeling was relief. One more nudge of direction and Peter understood. He licked the top of Rafelson’s shoe until the leather shone. It tasted like a tire fire. Peter couldn’t feel his face.  

Over the blood rush-roaring in his ears, Peter could hear that no one was laughing. Bob had grown bored and left. That probably meant he should stand up, dust himself off, and quit that damn smiling. Buster Keaton never smiled, and he’d endured much worse. Maybe Peter ought to give the silent circuit a try. At least then he couldn’t get whipped for the group’s noisemaking behind the camera.

He figured it was the Vietnam comments that made Rafelson forget the whipping boy business. They all had bigger fish to fry after that. But perhaps, as his mother said, it just wasn’t any fun beating on someone who didn’t seem to mind.

[meimi-haneoka]

Now that this arc is (mostly) over, do you think Kaito was not in a good enough headspace to just ask Sakura to create Blank (to remove all those spells from the book) instead of devising this entire suicidal plan to save Akiho?

*rubs her hands together* Ooooh, an ask about Kaito, and about this topic specifically!

Thank you anon because this is something I wanted to talk about for quite some time and, now that the "storm" is basically over, it might be time to address this specific matter.

During the past months, especially after chapter 70, I've often ran into comments like "is he stupid or something?" because of the way he was acting. And although some of them were done in good faith to lighten the mood for a chapter that was really emotional (especially for anyone who likes Kaito), and lord knows how we like to affectionally call him "fool", some were pretty intentional in their denigratory tone. And that didn't sit right with me because Kaito isn't stupid, he didn't do what he did because he's stupid, and it was clear to me that even coming to chapter 70, those people didn't quite understand his character at all.

True, he is pretty inscrutable about his emotions and what he thinks, but from what we've seen of him (especially from the flashbacks), I don't think he's difficult to understand at all.

Coming from a childhood like that, never knowing any relative (not to mention, his parents), never having a stable parental figure, never having any sort of emotional "education", on top of being left to fend for himself (keeping hunger's pangs at bay with energy bars means that no one was even cooking for him, he literally ate whatever solid food he found around - if that isn't top child neglect), exploited for his powers and ordered to use them left and right, you just can't expect him to behave in a completely normal way about things.

Add to that the fact that he didn't seem to find any worth in himself and his powers, so much that when Lilie came around, he asked her (like you do to a guiding figure) if she saw in her foretelling dreams what his powers could be useful for, because the poor kid couldn't find any worth in this special supernatural gift he had, and it seemed like that matter haunted him.

Before Akiho, he never had wanted to use his magic. He only used it to survive or at the behest of someone else.

Kaito might seem like a mischievous character, and while there's a little bit of that into him, he's primarily a very kind boy.

Very kind. Even acting like an aloof kid, whenever he talked to Lilie, he kept warning her of the dangers of keeping interacting with his own "colleagues". He warned her of an eventual "betrayal" from the Association and I still can't, to this day, shake off the feeling that indeed a betrayal happened at some point, at the expense of Lilie and her husband.

Kind kids like that tend to feel guilt to an extreme point, shouldering on themselves things that aren't even exactly their responsibility.

But what Kaito said, that fateful day, inevitably lead to having that damn artifact engraved in Akiho's body, even if that wasn't his intention. And he felt he needed to take responsibility for that. If you look at chapter 61, you can see how much he still hates himself, for what he's inadvertently caused.

This face here, while he thinks "Because I said that", exudes all the self-loathing you could think of.

If there's one thing he was absolutely adamant about ever since he heard what those bastards did to the daughter of Lilie, was: "I caused this, so I will be the one to bear the burden for it".

And he really meant it.

He devised his plan so the artifact would end up inside of him.

That was for him a way to punish himself for what he had done.

This self-inflicted punishment still comes from that self-loathing and lack of self-worth we were talking about before.

He wanted to fix the mess he had done, take all the punishment for it and yes, he ended up involving other people because he couldn't do all of it on his own, but he made sure that they would be the least inconvenienced possible. Whenever he had to use his magic "against" them, it was only because he had been busted or he was in a critical situation, but aside from that he always avoided a direct confrontation with Sakura & co, because that was not his point. He didn't want to harm them and not even to put them into a difficult position.

Kaito knew that Sakura and her entourage were kind people, surprisingly kind for the "standard" he was used to, but he didn't feel like he could just go and "ask for help" for a random stranger.

Especially cause we all saw how damn worn out Sakura was after creating Blank, he couldn't just go and ask her to do that. He waited patiently for her to create the Card he wanted, hoping she would do it "on accident" so she wouldn't even need to put any effort on it (but when it didn't came, he was forced to push her in that direction, cause after all, he wasn't playing around with his plan, he was damn intent in saving Akiho, at all costs).

Moreover, as you said anon, he wasn't really in the right mental space to arrive to that conclusion. Asking for help is extremely difficult for people like him, who have experienced what he experienced, and have self-loathing like he does.

And then, add to all of this above the fact that something he didn't factor in happened. He ended up growing fond of Akiho. He ended up developing feelings and attachment to her.

And that only exacerbated the fixation in his head "I have to bear the burden of this alone", even if he didn't realize well those feeling yet.

It's all something that works at subconscious level.

We saw how Momo tried to shake him, in that regard, in chapter 51, with all those "tailored" questions (that he instinctively dodged because he was afraid to find out that he grew attached to someone who he himself had decided to eventually leave).

His self-loathing never subsided, till the day Sakura & Co. saved him from the cage at the fake moon.

When Akiho asked him why he removed himself from her new "perfect" life (another self-punishment, in some way), he bared to the world how little he thought of himself: "Because I didn't think you needed me to happy". I think it's all in that sentence.

Kaito didn't feel like he deserved anything. Not Akiho's consideration, nor Sakura's active help.

So it's only normal that I feel really uncomfortable when people think that this traumatized and misguided boy acts the way he does because "he's stupid" or couldn't think of a better or smarter plan, completely ignoring the dramatic situation of his mental health that is going basically overlooked. It's a pity, especially cause that makes his character 10x more interesting and well-rounded. We're lead to believe he's arrogant and very self-confident, but he's actually the very opposite.

People like him don't need to be attacked for the way they act, they have to be gently coaxed in the right direction, with love, like Akiho, Sakura & co. are doing.

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✨🍸 hiya! 20+ writer here coming in with a very specific & smutty request for my fellow 20+ writers. i have a particular character i’m looking to flesh out and i’d really like to play her in some nsfw plots. lazylit, m/f for this particular request, open to (potentially) doubling if there’s another pairing you want to incorporate into this. the smuttier the better, here, and dead dove material is always very welcome!

the character: ivy. about nineteen. she’s the daughter of a protestant reverend, but rebelled against her religious upbringing and ran off to the big city to live a life of bohemian sin as an artist & model. she’s clever and mischievous and a bit of a tease, but (though she won’t admit it) feels a terrible guilt over how she left home; to compensate, she has an unfortunate habit of seeking validation from men through sex and plays endless games, stringing people along. at her worst, she’s opportunistic, manipulative, and a bit spoilt; at her best, she’s ride-or-die loyal, fearless, and witty. think laura palmer from twin peaks or maxine minx from the x trilogy. perfume and vodka, fur coats and fishnet stockings, doing lines of cocaine off the bathroom sink. she’s the girl you want when you’re sabotaging your own marriage with a scandalous affair or robbing a liquor store at gunpoint, but not the girl you ever settle down with. ivy’s current faceclaim is havana rose liu, but i’d be open to changing it if there’s someone else you’d prefer to see.

as for who i think she’d pair well against:

the hanged man! i’d love to incorporate some class/social tension into this & write ivy against someone radically different. a drifter or a vagrant or a petty criminal, some ragged and disheveled man she meets in the street. maybe we go in a more dubcon direction, and she’s drunk and he takes advantage of an opportunity? maybe she wants to shock people and cause a stir, so she drags him along to some fancy party as her unlikely date? maybe she sees an opportunity to ‘atone’ for her sins and tries to be his benefactor, giving him money and coke and a good fuck? in any case, i absolutely adore the idea of some extreme contrasts here: bring me your dirtiest & most down-on-his-luck old bastard and ivy will make all his wildest dreams come true.

the hermit! bit of a cliché, but i’d love to write a plot where she’s hitchhiking on her way to the city and gets picked up by a driver. maybe he’s rather amoral and wants some sort of ‘compensation’ in exchange, and she reluctantly (or happily) obliges. maybe he’s an honest citizen and kindly offers to let her stay the night in his quaint little farmhouse, only for her to end up mischievously seducing him. or maybe they’re stranded by a flat tire or engine problems, and have to spend the night together at a seedy hotel. anything’s possible! either way, i’m imagining lots of neon signs, night drives, sex in the parking lot behind the waffle house, etc.

the devil! here’s the chance for all sorts of dubcon and dead dove things. as a rule, ivy makes impulsive decisions and takes a lot of risks, and naturally that might lead to some perilous situations. she’s not scared of much, but maybe she should be. does a drug deal go bad? does she try stringing your character along and get punished for it? who knows! equally, i’d be interested in a scenario where the tables are turned—maybe a would-be killer abducts her, only for ivy to try her hand at manipulating him. who’s the real danger, who’s the victim, etc.

the hierophant! or we could go the exact opposite direction, with your character being incredibly moral and wanting to help and/or reform her. a good samaritan, a priest or minister like her father was, or maybe some hapless innocent boy who hasn’t (yet) caught on to her tricks. ideally, it doesn’t work and she corrupts him instead. look, i’m a simple girl with simple tastes and i can’t resist a good old-fashioned priest x harlot dynamic.

thanks for reading!

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I see you in grems tags.

So i challenge you to detwinkify Arthur, go wild, give the bastard a gut, lord knows he needs the food

Ahh see I would, anon, but one of the hc's I'm more firmly committed to is that Arthur is one of those motherfuckers that could eat and eat and eat and not gain a single pound (and it probably irritates the hell out of him). THAT SAID. I have always disliked twink Arthur (understatement) and I generally try to avoid writing him that way.

For example, in Thief of Spades, I deliberately flipped the typical Alfred and Arthur body types, so Alfred is shorter than Arthur (by a couple cm's/an inch). Arthur's appearance is a little inspired by the "burly detective" trope so I think I describe him as being built like an old-school boxer, whereas Alfred is described as more nimble and slender.

I do have some general ideas about my appearance (unless otherwise specified) headcanons, but here's the short(ish) version: I think of Arthur as someone who has weathered, hands whose knuckles have been broken quite a lot... nose too LOL He's one of those people who when you first meet him, you can't decide if he's handsome or not--he's a bit odd, otherworldly, and possibly unsettling, immensely ancient and young/quite mischievous at the same time; Schrödinger's hotness, if you will--and the only thing that resolves this question is how well and in what way you get to know him.

When he was very young (child-teenage years), he probably looked very odd in a more off-putting way where a lot of people might describe him as homely or even downright weird.

He mostly grew out of it, but not quite and so what you think of him as a person plays a larger role in determing what he actually looks like in your mind: enemies will think of him as more grotesque, friends will see him as vaguely handsome, and lovers will think he's the most beautiful person that ever existed. Relationships being complicated as they are, one person can be all of these things and think all of these things at various times.

Think Brian Froud's faeries. He has a lot of that energy going on.

ahhh I got a bit carried away, quelle surprise, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT, ANON >.> I will take up your challenge in that I will write something that more explicitly uses these ideas. There's actually a couple fics I have in progress in which I can turn it up a a few notches so P: my erratic non-existent posting schedule being what it is... you may see them sometime before the year of our lord 2123.

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HULLO ITS SYD OF SPINTOPS I CANT SEND ASKS OFF ANON (falls over from embarrassment) but could you maybe draw power from chainsaw man? :-) or my friend ranmaru

Hi Syd here are your two mischievous little bastards (affectionate)

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I dare you or the next anon to defend Rosemary. It's not bad, but it's way overrated. I've got few points to bring up here to respond to.

-Kanaya lost her personality for its sake: she was relevant and had a few notable connections to characters mainly those who died and Karkat, but after the reunion on the meteor, she suddenly stopped caring about anything; nothing about her son/little brother Karkat, nor the loss of all her friends and her driving motivation to murder Gamzee sponteanously vanished. Just being Rose's "good" girlfriend. (tbh, it could actually be beneficial for the story if Kanaya didn't deus ex machina'd herself into life)

-No boundries: no conflict of interests is passable, but Kanaya basically allows Rose to become alcoholic and do whatever she wants instead of taking a stand for Rose to better herself. This basically made neither of characters have any character development from that point onward or at least none with each other.

-It cancelled possible character development for Kanaya: Kanaya already idolized and were in love with another girl - Vriska, who backstabbed her badly founded feelings in front of her eyes, so what does she do the second that's resolved, falls for another girl without caution, idolizing her bad behaviour (alcohol + the whole grimdark Rose stuff). It really wasn't the best thing.

-They fill the same archetype: for both teams, they're the cold calculating girls who care for friends and engage in sarcasm and acts of gruesome brutality. Such resemblance is almost always bad for a ship dynamic, but for good ships it's balanced by ideological differences like what's justice, is murder fine under correct circumstances, etc. but here they agree on everything, no conflict or anything, they're basically a unit

-Kanaya's role in the story is greatly diminished: as one of the "main" trolls, Kanaya had a couple of things: wizarding with Eridan, being one to talk with Karkat calmly, guiding Rose through Medium, crush on Vriska, friendly relationship with Tavros, having Doc Scratch as First Guardian, getting the Matiorb and at the end also being pissed at Gamzee's murdering. Some of these obviously couldn't have follow up, but besides Rose, only the matriorb stuff had follow up and it was given half-way to Roxy. I'd not exaggerate saying her role in the story after meeting Rose was as notable as that of alpha sprites if not lesser

And that's it if you disagree, please tell me why and if not pass it onto anons. It's not a terrible ship, but if it wins the list above is why I'll be pissed

I actually do have some annoyance with Rosemary. For the ship past Act 6 and the harm it did for Kanaya as a character. Kanaya in Act 6 is just basically enabling Rose's behavior because she wanted that from Vriska. A bad girl who does her own thing and she lets her do that. I sort of miss the girls being playfully sarcastic with each other. That's what had made them interesting in the beginning. And the fact that Kanaya read Rose's guide on Sbub/Sgrub and that's how the trolls were able to make it through before the whole Bec Noir bullshit. She probably should not have been revived because of rainbow drinker. But if Kanaya had to live, then she should have gone through the clown hunting and attempted to kill Gamzee. Fuck Karkat's orders, she has been hurt and killed for trusting someone, she ain't taking chances with another highblood bastard. That would have been a better conflict than letting her human girlfriend get drunk off her ass. I would also say that despite Rose's calculating side, she was also shown to be somewhat mischievous or playful. As she likes to tease John, reference jokes from Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff, showing that she is not your typical cool goth girl. She is actually silly deep down, just acts smart in front of others. It would have been funny to see Kanaya's reactions seeing that side of Rose and accepting that side of her. A much more healthy connection than expecting Rose to do harm on herself or others.

Kanaya should not have been that accepting of Vriska stopping Rose's alcoholism when Post Retcon hit. It was shown that she was still pissed at Vriska for kissing Tavros. It made her worse just forgiving her offscreen. Do we know if Kanaya goes to try to get Vriska again since she is alive in that timeline? Or does she still accept Rose but watches Vriska on the side whenever she wants that bad girl once again? I don't know why Roxy would have to make the Matriorb besides being threatened by The Condesce. In her Roxy's position, trolls, or the Condesce herself, were the cause of her timeline to get fucked. She had to be in hiding and protect herself from the drones. Why would she need to make the Matriob for Kanaya? Because her sister/mom has a crush on her? I doubt that would be enough to sway that there would be decent trolls. If Roxy heard that Kanaya let Rose be drunk because of the guilt of not realizing Mom Lalonde really loved Rose, Roxy would not let Kanaya near Rose. It's funny hearing too that WhatPumpkin writers like Aysha actually hate Rosemary. So guess what they did? They decided to fuck Kanaya over in Epilogues and Homestuck^2 by making Rose cheat on her with Jade, having a secret baby. And they play it off as a polygamy relationship that Kanaya totally is fine with. When we all know she is secretly hating that someone else is fucking her wife. And in the other timeline, Rose LEAVES her for someone else. Dirk Strider. Her fucking brother. To make a new universe without her in it. Rosebot would fuck with Dirk and pitch flirt with Terezi. So Kanaya not only lost her lover to a dog dick girl, but a gay bastard who reached Ultimate God Tier and the other troll friend she barely gave a glance back on the meteor besides maybe speaking with her in one or two Alterniabound sections. If Homestuck^2 would have continued, chances are that the narrative would screw Kanaya over. She would either be killed off, have Rose officially tell Kanaya they are over with and she is left alone again (but it is played as Kanaya trying to be strong and independent without her lover, despite all that happened), or the less likely chance, she goes full on yandere on realizing what happens to herself in both Candy and Meat timelines to kill everyone just to be with Rose forever. WhatPumpkin says they have finished the story for Homestuck^2, but never released it. I hope it never does. Because I don't want to hear what shit they did for Kanaya. So TL;DR, I do agree with you in those points. It had its good moments early on. But by the time Act 6, the dynamic between these two changed and both girls' character developments get fucked over. With Kanaya get the worst out of it when Andrew Hussie and WhatPumpkin decided to make shitty sequels to say "FUCK YOU" towards fans.

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Love the fact I have an anon name now<3 thank you hihi

Regarding the plant ask, I believe the spiderplant and boston fern are safe for pets and pretty easy to take care of! (Do please do some extra research this is just of the top of my head) but maybe you can try installing hooks into the cealing to hang your plants? That way your cats can not reach it.

I believe snake plants are toxic when ingested incl the sap from the leafs so be careful if one breaks. I'm not sure if it's fatal but it can cause sickness, vomiting, stomach pains etc when chewed on or consumed.

I do also like natural ways of purifying the air, but if your pets are real trouble makers with your plants, getting a purifying machine may be the best option

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Ha, yes you have an anon name now. :3 You're welcome.

Yeah we're gonna have to discuss what to do around those fluffy bastards. Two of them are just... mischievous little shits and I'm not even 100% sure hooking the plants will keep them away. It'll probably take a lot of reinforcement and spray bottles.

I know my partners very attached to their aloe plant so as long as that's not poisonous I think we're good. We might just have to get an air filter though just because all the critters we do have are mega fluffy. But I just want the air as nice as possible in our home. They suffered an environment with heavy smokers while they have asthma. It's... unpleasant.

But yeah, lots of plant research for us. Thank you though.