#Aww yeah art stuff

[jeralldgator]

Wsg besties, I'm sort of new to Tumblr (not really I haven't used this website in years and lost my acc) and I hope to be active and start posting my art here, so uhh yeah

[d00dlestar]

Being on tumblr is like having every famous you-name-it in a call- artists, writers, whatever- and you’re talking to a friend about Vincent Van Gogh or something and he’s just. Like hey. You’re unmuted and I heard my name thanks for saying this thing I did is cool. And you’re like. HOLY FUCKING SHIT I KNEW ALL THESE PEOPLE WERE ON THIS CALL BUT THEYRE PROBABLY WAY TOO BUSY BEING COOL TO ENGAGE BUT THEY CAN HEAR EVERYTHING

[holeforzenin]

❝​REPAYMENT​❝

Synopsis - Oh no! What happens when the big, massive strong man that saved you during a very dangerous war, wants something from you in return for his bravery?

Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!reader

Warnings - Dub-con, mentions of killing people, creampie, ass play, size kink, he stuffs his gloves in your mouth, he's possessive, mentions about keeping you with him. Dark content. this was kinda rushed so sorry for any errors!!

Art credits @umkochannart on twitter!

A/n - I NEED HIM, SOMEONE PLEASE

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“Oh my— fuck! Sir, please we shouldn't be doing this, someone might see!” you stammered, legs trembling as your panties lazily pooled around your ankles. You mewled at the feeling of his hard, cold gear slapping against the mound of your ass, making the flesh ripple against his clothed pelvis. You keened as the wooden table dug into your stomach as you held onto the edge for dear life.

His cock was so thick and long—perfectly curved as it stretches open your tight, compressed walls to alter his girth. He grunts, feeling your tight little pussy eagerly fluttering around his invasive dick as you blabber on and on about your little worries about getting caught. Of course, you minded that a stranger man was destroying your pussy, but that was the least of your worries right now. The thought of getting caught and someone seeing your vulnerable self—almost naked, being pounded against a small table in the supply room by a big solider that's fully clothed, except for the crotch of his pants that's zipped down to free his aching cock, that's currently having your cunt drooling—making a mess all over his thick combat pants, made your mind hazy and your cunt throbbing in both excitement and frustration.

“Aww don't worry bout' that darling—I’ll just kill them for you so they won't say anything, will that be better?” he chuckles, his gloved hands digging into your hips as he deeply thrusts himself inside your dripping pussy relentlessly, fucking every single brain cell out of you. For someone who is “scared”, your pussy sure as hell was soaked and aroused.

He smirked under his skull mask at the feeling of your sweet pussy throbbing in tight circles around his cock to his words. “Oh? What a dirty little slut, does my talking about killing people make you horny? Such a sick little bitch, this pussy is clenching around me like it's fucking addicted to my cock, you a virgin, darling?”

Your eyebrows furred together at his sick wordings, you felt on the verge of losing your mind as the feeling of pure pleasure clouded your mind. “No, M’not!” you whimpered out, your tits grazing against the wooden table as your gushy pussy leaked all over his veiny shaft, every thrust had your pussy coating his cock even more with your filthy juices—as if you were enjoying it, or maybe you were?

“Oh yeah? Well, your cunt sure is fucking tight and warm—squeezing me so hard for someone that's a whore, whaddya say I keep you here and split open this little pussy whenever I feel like it?” he chuckles darkly, a huge palm slapping your bouncing ass as it jiggles against him, you moaned, tears prickling at your tear line as his thick, filled balls slaps against your poor clit, creating even more friction that had you seeing stars.

“No! Sir—can't, you promised you'll let me go after this!” you muttered, feeling so stuffed by the big man’s cock. “Shh, shhh I'm just joking with you doll” he laughs wickedly, perverted eyes moving down to where the two of you were lewdly connected. His eyes fixated on your other little neglected hole, which's already coated with some slick from your pussy. He eagerly pulled off one of his gloves and placed it on the table. You jolted unexpectedly when he stuffed a thumb deep into your mouth, he pressed his weighted chest onto your smaller back—getting closer to you as he whispered, “Get it all wet and lubed up, it's for your own good, darling”, you were confused and oblivious to what he'd be needing his thumb for but obeyed him anyways, not wanting to make the big man angry.

You whirled your tongue around his finger, making sure to get as much spit on it as possible. After, you hummed, letting him know that you were done. He pulled his finger out, sticky drips of spit coating him. Your eyes widen with fear when you felt his fat thumb circling your virgin asshole, he spreads the spit all over the shy, fluttering hole before sinking it in little by little. “Fuck! Sir—please be gentle, never had anything in there!” You yelled as you cried out in pain of your untouched hole getting stretched out. He quickly picked up his glove and shoved it into your mouth when there were footsteps heard thumping outside the room. “For heaven's sake, please shut the fuck up or I’ll really kill someone. I'm not joking darling. You’re mine now and I won't let other eyes see what's mine” he said in a stern tone. He hissed lowly at the feeling of your asshole swallowing his whole thumb in, all the way to the hilt.

“Such a tight little asshole, M’honored I’ll be the first one to break open this pretty ass”. Your muffled cries got louder as he pounded his hefty cock harder into your pussy, making it gushing all over him as he fucked out more and more juices out of your body. Soon the pain turned into pleasure as he started wiggling his thumb inside of you, feeling it exploring your tight walls. Your moan grew sweeter and more fucked out as you felt your orgasm washing over you—his huge cock tip nudging against your G-spot bullyingly, making your mind hazy. He felt it—felt the way your pussy grew more wetter and tighter around his length, taking him in all the way in as he pants. “Fuck darling are you gonna cum? Go on baby, you can cum, cum all over my cock, you slut”. He ordered, letting his thumb hooked into your butthole as he uses three other fingers to rub wet circles around your clit.

You moaned out, standing on your tippy toes as you clenched both holes tighter around him, making him hiss as you squirted all over him—your filthy mess splattering all over his uniform and gear as he fucks more and more juices out of your dirty pussy. He groaned loudly as you made a mess all over him—he never had someone squirting on him before, so it drove him fucking crazy. He lands slap after slap on your ass cheeks—making the flesh red as you whimpered. “Such a messy little whore, you really squirted on a random man you don't even know? You really are a little slut, I'm definitely keeping you darling” he laughs out, feeling his orgasm following him. “I’m gonna stuff this cute little pussy so full of my seed, gonna drain it so deep inside you baby, it'll come out your mouth” The whole room reeked of sex as he towered over you, his massive cock snugly engulfed by your little pussy, so tight and warm for him. He moans louder, splitting out a few curses as he pulled out his thumb out of your ass, making your little hole wink at him at the loss of his finger. He used both hands to grip your hips, holding you steady as he used your body as a little fuckdoll, manhandling your little body to meet his cock halfway as you felt his cock twitching inside of you.

“No please! Sir not insi-” Too late, hot ropes of warm sticky cum spurted into your poor hole, filling it up as your eyes roll back. “Fuckkk, ohh fuckk yesss, such a good little cumslut for me” he moaned out with ecstasy as he emptied into your warm pussy—after so long.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as he stilled himself into you. He bent over once again, his chest and gear touching your back as he whispered to you. “Don't worry sweetheart, I’ll take good care of you, will fucking kill anyone if they dare look in your direction. You'll be mine forever, pretty”.

[stealingpotatoes]

Your Star Wars art makes me smile so much, especially the Ghost crew and Ahsoka. I don't know what else to say; I'm very new to Tumblr and still figuring out the whole "interacting with strangers outside of Ao3" thing, but I've been seeing and loving your work since I first found it floating around on Pinterest as a baby Star Wars nerd trying to satisfy my new hyperfixiation. I know you probably didn't intend it to turn up there, but...thank you. Stuff like your little comics helped me find the fan fic community. So...thanks. ^_^

-Snips

aww thank you!!! yeah as much as i hate reposters, it is lovely how many of you pinterest girlies (gender neutral) liked my stuff so much you made the effort to come and get it on tumblr <3

[choccy-milky]

HELLO CUTEST ARTSYLE EVER,

idk if you've alrdy done this but have u ever drawn them as GENDER SWAP?? like IKNOW CLICHE BUT LIKE ION KNO, like them interacting as girl and GUY AHAHHAH ok yeah ALSO EXTRA QUESTION HOW DO I READ UR ARTWORK STUFF!!

I HAVENT!!! LETS FIX THAT

just dont ask me why its randomly modern AU and dont ask me why sebs genderbent modern AU concept changed from jock to punk/eddie munson ripoff LMAO (also in regards to the second part of your ask, if by 'read my artwork' you mean all my comics and stuff, all my art can be found in my tag choccyart! but if you're wondering if i have an actual comic, no, all that art is just scenes from my fanfic!🙇‍♀️)

BAHAHA ANON I LOVED YOUR TORMENTOUS JOURNEY THROUGH MY FIC LOL idk if you ended up reading on ff.net or just skimmed through the smut on ao3/wattpad, but either way IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT SO MUCH!!!! I WISH YOU COMMENTED SO I COULD HAVE PROPERLY REPLIED!! but i feel you on finishing a longfic you were enjoying and then just IMMEDIATELY re-reading it bc u feel empty inside LMFAOO i always do that....😭 but srsly thank you for reading and giving it a chance despite the smut!!! and im honoured youd even put it in your top 3?? BAHHH TYSMMM!!🫶🫶💖💖

HAHA IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT, TY!!💖💖 unfortunately i dont have any HL fic recs since i still havent read any gahh😭 but im publishing this ask on the off chance someone who has read HL fics with a similar vibe to mine might see this and recommend something in the replies?? BAHHA. BUT GOOD LUCK ANON I HOPE U FIND/FOUND SOMETHING 🙏🙏

@allurearia LMAOOO i love this bc lowkey same BAHHAA growing up id always use anime/fictional characters i loved as inspo, and now im doing the same with clora😭 like the other night i was eating a bag of chips for dinner (like the degenerate that i am,) and just thought to myself "...clora wouldnt do this..." yet i still did it anyway😔but its the thought that counts!!😇👌

@amethystandemma AWW im happy to hear it and that i could give u that push🥹🥹glad to have u here in the fandom, and thank YOU!!!💖💖

[sodapopkiss6]

LAD guys eating tacos

I tried ✌️😔 Might be ooc, I don't know the other guys as well as Sylus 💔 if u have any thoughts or opinions pls feel free to comment! I want to improve my writing💕

Sylus- I think he would try to separate the tortillas, but they would rip and make a mess. He'd prolly be determined to do it right.

"Sy, let me help," you say, holding back a laugh.

He moves his hands, letting you lean over to guide him.

"You have to do it gently, slowly lift from all sides until you reach the middle and-" you lift the top tortilla "there! Now you try"

Determined, he reaches for another taco, doing just as you said. Right before lifting the tortilla, though, it rips once again. All of its content spills from the side.

He sighs, eyebrows furrowed. Sensing his frustration, you grab a piece of the ripped tortilla. Scooping up the meat and toppings, you move your hand up to him smiling.

His smile matches yours before moving down, lips brushing against your fingers. His eyes stay locked with yours as he eats.

"So, how does it taste?"

"Delicious... especially because you gave it to me." he looks at you expectantly, making you laugh.

Scooping up more, you keep feeding him. He bites your fingers teasingly, getting bolder every bite. And when you're done, he licks your fingers clean.

"Sylus!-"

Smiling mischievously, he holds up your taco. "Your turn kitten"

Rolling your eyes, you let him feed you.

"We should do this more often," he says, eyes full of fondness.

With a smile, you nod. "Yeah, we should"

Zayne- I feel like he'd be good at separating the tortillas cause he's a surgeon, but a lot of times, he'll just eat them together. Somehow doesn't make a mess.

You look at him with awe, his hands skillfully sperating the two tortillas. He evens out the meat and toppings for them both, doing it with each of his tacos.

He's done surprisingly quickly, looking at yours than at you.

"Do you want me to separate them for you?"

You grin at him, and he sighs amused. Taking your plate, he repeats what he did earlier.

"Aww, Zaynie, you're the best!"

He looks away, a small smile on his lips. "It was nothing"

You stand on your tippy toes and peck his cheek. "Thank you~"

He freezes, then suddenly turns around, chasing your lips with his. His hand holds your head still as he presses against you.

Once satisfied, he pulls back. "Let's eat"

Unable to form words, you nod with a blush.

Caleb- PICKS OFF CILANTRO, I think he'd eat them with a fork, or maybe half of it, so that when he lifts the taco to eat it, the meat doesn't fall off.

Holding back a laugh, you watch as he carefully picks out the cilantro.

"You're taking out the good stuff" you tease.

"Good stuff? I don't know about you, but I'd rather my tacos not taste like soap"

"So picky" you snicker.

Suddenly, an idea strikes him. He smiles a little too sweetly.

"Here you can have them since you like them so much"

Pinching the pile of cilantro, he moves them towards your tacos.

"Hey!" You laugh, trying to push his hand away. "Caleb, no!"

"Caleb 𝘺𝘦𝘴" he grips your wrists, pulling them up.

Giggling, you try to break free. Suddenly, you feel him pressing small kisses on your hands.

"T-the food is gonna get cold..." You quickly pull your hands back. Flustered, you look down at your food, avoiding eye contact with him.

He smirks victoriously, "You're right. We should eat this first"

"But after this..."

You feel his eyes on you.

"I want dessert"

Rafayel- would arrange the taco to make a piece of art, a gorgeous taco. And maybe offer it to you or just eat it after taking a pic.

Xavier- I think he'd eat it normally and not think much about it. I read that he likes spicy food, so he'd put a good amount of salsa. I imagine him randomly texting you "hey do wanna get some tacos?"

[mommafudd]

Bueckers ain no bitch pt.3

Hi guys this is part 3 of the stalker series leave any feedback in the comments keep in mind I am a new writer and give me a break with the typos. I hope you guys enjoy😁

2.1k words TW: Fluff, Sexual content if you squint, Cursing

When Paige arrived she shot a quick text to Azzi. She was parked in font of the entrance and as she seen Azzi walk out she was in pure awe. She froze for a second admiring her beauty. The way her dress clung to her and shower her curves.She rushed out of her seat and went around the car to meet her.

She gave her a quick soft kiss as she said, “Hi baby, you look gorgeous love”

Azzi replied, “Aww thank you P you look very good to.” They shared a quick hug and another kiss before getting in the car.

As Paige opened the door for Azzi she felt a presence behind her but decided to ignore it. After Azzi got in she walked around the car and got in to. As they were about to leave Paige turned her head to talk to Azzi but instead her gaze redirected to ginger haired man they had encountered days prior before. He started to walk away from to entrance and was about to approach the car but Paige didn’t want to find out his intentions so she immediately pressed the gas.

Azzi wore a confused expression on her face when Paige sped off. “Hey what was that about, we’re in the lot you should be speeding P”, she said in a stern voice.

Before she could continue Paige spoke, “Azzi when we get back you’re not staying here.” Azzi was about to retort but Paige cut her off again. “That guy Jana showed us was about to come up to the car. He knows you’re staying here and I can’t let something happen to you. We’ll come back pack your things and you’re staying with me at my apartment.”

“PAIGE?, HE WAS THERE” silence. “Paige he could have done something to one of us. I didn’t even see him when I walked out oh my goodness I’m so sorry P.” Azzi said in an exhaustive tone.

“You’re right baby, we should think about security.”, Paige said in a calm voice.

“Okay, but you’ll need security as well” Azzi said in response. “Yeah I’ll have to look into it after our date.” Paige said as she enlaced her and Azzis hand “So um, where are you taking me P?” Paige replied “You’ll see, I wanna take my future wife somewhere I think she’ll have fun.”

“Oh really?, and how sure are you I’ll have fun P”, Paige held a hand over her heart in mock pain, “Wow, you don’t think I know where you’ll have fun?”

Azzi looked at her and shrugged, “I don’t know P we should do something without a big fancy dinner like stuff we did in my junior year. This year we would just eat steak and breathe wine.”

“Oh trust me baby you’ll have fun. But… there still is a fancy dinner because I have to give my wife good and healthy food.”, Paige said with a proud expression

“Mmm okay well how much longer till we get there because I am starving” Paige checked her maps app, “Well get there in 3 minutes but we’re gonna eat after.”

There was silence in the car besides the shuffling of Azzi who was trying to keep her dress from revealing to much.

When they arrived Azzi seen a small cozy building. As they walked inside Azzi had a big happy smile on her face. “Baby we should many matching bracelets.” Paige smiled, “See I knew you would like it”

They were in a coffee shop with little arts and craft areas. One corner was where the bracelets were and there was a book section, painting section. Lastly there was a coffee area.

They were in the little shop for 2 hours. Paige bought Azzi two books and a latte. They made matching bracelets Azzis said “Princess Azzi” with a heart and Paige’s said “Paige blockers” with the same heart.

After they left they went to a fancy resturant around 2:30. It was lunchtime and Azzi of course wanted something that included vegetables. “Gosh P I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you all the way over here how am I gonna get you to eat healthy stuff.” Azzi said with a chuckle. “Baby, I don’t like that green nasty stuff it’s disgusting and I am NOT eating that.” Paige replied.

“I’m gonna miss you Paige. I’m gonna miss us walking around the street at any time of day. I’m gonna miss the late night cuddles you give me when I have a tough day. You do so much for me P, and you don’t even realize it. I love you so much and Im gonna visit you every chance I get love.”, Azzi said in a small heartfelt voice.

“I know Azzi it’ll be hard at first but we’ll get through it like we always do. Like how we did after Team USA. I’ll visit you whenever I can. We’re gonna have a 2 week honeymoon after our wedding okay.”, Paige smiled.

“Okay enough of the sad stuff order your rabbit food.” Paige said in mock.

“You know what just for that you getting asparagus with you shrimp.” Azzi said matter-of-factly

Paige gasped, “Wow my own wife has just betrayed me. That’s okay though I’d eat every nasty food just for you.”

Azzi smiled, “ Aww my baby’s such a sap for me, aren’t you now Bueckers?”

“Yes, yes I am your sap Fudd” Paige replied.

The waitress approached it was a tall man with curly hair and light-skin. When he got to the table he shifted all his focus towards Azzi and greeted her in an overly friendly way. “Well hey there pretty lady!” The man said with an over enthusiastic voice.

Paige glared at him but he wasn’t paying attention since he was paying his attention towards Paige’s gorgeous athletic woman.

“Sup.” Azzi said in a dry flat tone. The man was taken aback at the dryness of her response. Paige who was sitting across from her in the booth just smirked and that caught the waitress’s attention.

“Um what drinks can I get started for you?” He said with a shy tone towards Azzi.

Paige decided to respond, “She’ll have a classic margarita and, I’ll have a coke.”

The man didn’t glance at Paige as he wrote down the order. Yet again redirecting his attention to Azzi, “And what would you like to eat ma’am?”

“I’ll have a steak with a side of asparagus and mashed potatoes and my wife will have the jumbo shrimp with a side of broccoli and mashed potatoes.” Azzi replied as she reached out to grab Paige’s hand over the table.

The waiters heart sunk when he heard the word “Wife” he was broken from his thoughts at the sound of the blondes voice.

“Babe I thought you said I was getting the asparagus?” Paige asked in confusion

“It’s okay love, we can share” Azzi replied as she smiled at Paige.

The waiter was now standing there feeling stupid since he thought both women were friends coming out for lunch.

“I’ll get that right out for you guys.”, he said as he walked away with a bitter expression.

Paige squeezed her hand, “Mmm, my knees are weak. I love when you call me your wife” Paige said as she gave Azzi a grin only she got to see. “Especially when guys are tryna flirt with you right infront of me. Yet you still know who you belong to.” Paige said as she leaned over the table and gave Azzi a peck on the cheek.

“Well you are my wife, nothing less” Azzi said as she brought Paige’s hand up to her mouth and left a kiss.

“Keep talking like that was we’re not gonna make it back to our apartment.” Paige said with a low husky voice.

Azzi went silent. She had an amused expression in her face. “Our apartment?, I like the sound of that P.”

“What baby?, what’s mine is yours.” Paige smiled as she tightened her grip.

“Careful with what you say P.” Azzi said as she adjusted her ‘pb’ necklace out of her dress so it hung tighter on her neck.

“And why is that Az?” Paige asked with amusement.

“Because, you have a strap and ‘what’s mine is yours’ would make that my strap to.”, Azzi said trying to bite back her laughter.

“Okay cheeseball, it both of ours it’s just in you more than me.” Paige said matter-of-factly.

“We’ll see about that tonight baby.”, Azzi squeezed Paige’s hand again.

As Paige was about to reply the waiter came back with their drinks. “Here you go gorgeous” he said as he placed Azzis margarita down in front of her. He followed by putting Paige’s coke in the middle towards the side.

Paige felt like brewing the pot more by saying, “She is gorgeous right?, she’s even wifey material. Isn’t that right ma?” She asked Azzi.

The waiter was now standing there waiting for a response from Azzi. “Of course P but only for you.” She smiled.

The waiter proceeded to imply, “I mean she does look wifey material I wouldn’t pass up the offer to find out” he said with an overconfident tone

“Well that’s a shame because you don’t have an offer and she’s not giving you one. She happy with where she is.” Paige replied

“Wouldn’t you wanna find out what real dick feels like baby?” The waiter said.

Azzi immediately knew he had overstepped. “No she already knows how to take my ability to walk and she’s way more of a man and woman you’ll ever be. I love how she has self respect. Unlike you.” There was silence

Azzi continued, “So now if you’ll excuse us I wanna have a nice lunch with the love of my life.” She dismissively said.

The waiter looked extremely embarrassed as he walked away. “That was a tiny bit odd interaction”, Paige said as she chuckled.

As they finished up dinner Paige helped Azzi into the car. She got in the drivers seat and made sure Azzi was ready to go before she began to drive towards the hotel. When they made it to the hotel there he was. Standing outside near a bench by the entrance. Paige felt her stomach turn as she parked.

Before they got out of the car Paige stopped Azzi and placed her hand on Azzis thigh. “Baby hold on wait, you remember that guy? Well that guy is standing outside still.” Azzi looked frightened. Then Paige continued, “I’ll call the hotel and get someone to escort us to your room, we’ll pack your stuff and head to my apartment okay.”, Azzi nodded in agreement.

As they stepped out one of the security approached them and said he was their escort. As they started to walk into the hotel they passed the ginger and he looked at both of them with a bitter expression. When they made it up to the 8th floor Paige, Azzi and the body guard made their way to Azzis room. When they reached it the body guard said, “You guys go in and I’ll wait out here just in case he tries to approach.”

Both girls nodded in agreement and went inside. They hurriedly packed Azzis things so they wouldn’t keep the man waiting. They double checked every corner making sure to not leave anything behind. When they walked out the body guard was standing there still waiting. As they made their way down to the main lobby and out the doors he wasn’t there. They both thought the ginger had just left but when they entered the car to leave they both got a notification on their phones.

‘Would you like to connect to Richie Morales’s AirTag?’

They looked at each other in horror. Was that the stalkers name? Did he attach an AirTag to Paige’s car? What were his intentions?

Once they seen the notification they looked around and got out of the car.

When they got out they made their way to the hotel again and waited inside. Paige got a rental and left her jeep there. Once they got the new car they left and called Jana.

[darkmuffinstudios]

Hey, I love your art style and comics! They're awesome! I tried to make sure you hadn't answered this question already, and I couldn't find anything, so here it goes! Is Blue Joins the Bad sanses on hiatus, or canceled, or has it moved to a different platform? I really love it, but as far as I'm aware, it hasn't updated for 2 years or so and I was wondering if I was just being dumb and didn't notice an announcement or something. Thanks!

Aww, thank you so much!! ^^

For the current state of If Blue Joins the Bad Sanses, it is still on hiatus/in a weird limbo rn ^^'

you can read more here !

Buttt yeahhhh, unfortunately, lots of IRL obligations have been eating up my time and energy as of late :( And with the energy I *do* have, I'd like to focus on some other interests I have for now (steering towards more OC-related stuff) ^^!

So yeah, I'llllll get around to ittttt very very eventually,,,,, apologies gamers

[alicechess]

Art x reader part 2

Note: This hasn't been proof read, so my bad if it's not the greatest I smashed this out in like 4 hours. So not the highest quality chapter. I might fix this up at one point, heavy maybe.

@ch1hvro

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You felt ill after the shift, it could be explained, it absolutely could be, right? Just a coincidence, a man dressing up to be a dick, then point at the plastic ring on your hand because he thought it was amusing, and joked that it was him who gave it. Yeah, just a joke, coincidence. You settled on it being a coincidence. 

As soon as you got home, you took the ring of and but it on your bedside table, you didn't want to wear it, you were meant to Halloween night, but it completely slipped your mind. 

However, that night, you heard on the news he somehow escaped the morgue today, in the morning. The news reporters stated the injuries, and allegedly a few people who work in the medical field said how unlikely it would've been for him to survive. They then stated that the poor mortician was brutally murdered too from him, because of course he had to do it. Does that mean it is possible he came to your work today? If that was him, why? He didn't have any blood, or any visible injuries at least. He moved perfectly fine. 

You shook your head, there was no point in thinking about it. If you saw him again, then it absolutely wasn't a coincidence, as there would be no way to justify it. You then turned the TV off, then went to bed. The thoughts of him stuck in your mind as you laid there, the whole day repeating over in your head. How his attention was stuck on you, why that specific Cafe, and although again, the ring may just be him being a dick and not knowing. It still bothered you, all of that happening within the span of an hour. Eventually you fell asleep, your dreams, of course, had him there too. 

The next morning you awoke in a cold sweat, your heart racing rapidly. Once you glanced around and noticed you were in your room, you felt relief.

Just a dream

Maybe you needed to ignore the news, take a break from social media for a few days or even a week. You had no doubt some people would be talking about stuff, but you just had to hope you wouldn't overhear anything. Maybe it'd be good to take a day off, though you knew your boss would be pissed and so as your co-workers. You've barely taken days off the whole year, maybe 3 at most. 

You decided to send a message to your boss, explaining that you have some family stuff going on, and if you could take the day off tomorrow. 

Hopefully he'd be fine with it.

You started getting ready, after showering

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You walked into the door of the Café, the ringing bell irritated your ears. You walked into the back, you had to do a bunch of dishes from last night since one of the other workers had to leave early. Your co-worker spotted then greeted you, "Hey, you look like shit."

You rolled your eyes, "Wow, what a nice way to say good morning Charlie." 

They gave you a cocky smile, "I know I know, I'm wonderful aren't I?"

That damn smile was contagious, "Aww, and I've got you smiling too."

A small chuckle left you, "Yeah yeah, anyway, how longs your shift today? Anyone else in?"

"Uhh, till about 4. I have another job on the side to earn extra. And no, Laurie left about 10 minute ago, she had to leave early as she had an appointment."

"Ew, that's gotta be painful, and god damn it, it would've been nice having a third for today.

"It's painful, but moneys money, world can't go on without it." They sighed, "And I'm trying to save for a new car, the shitbox out there ain't gonna last much longer." They said, taking the eggs out the frypan. "Anyway, can we talk more during our break? Can't have customers complaining."

"Yeah sure, that'd be great actually." They then walked out with the plate of food. 

Your morning was a lot easier to deal with after that interaction, although you hated to admit it, they were annoying at times but you loved them. They were a great friend, and made working a lot easier to tolerate.

You filled the sink and placed the dishes in there, cleaning the least dirty to the most. More and more dishes came, but you tried your best to stay ahead. The dishwasher was going to take forever and only could do a small amount at a time, so this is unfortunately a job that had to be done.

After about an hour, you were close to being finished, and so was the dishwasher. After, you put the dishes away, then went up to your Charlie to check if they needed help with anything.

"To be honest, not really, business is slower than normal, which is a fucking relief." They whispered, so none of the customers could hear. 

"Nice, is Chloe gonna be here soon? It would be nice if she could cover the register, and we can chill in the back."

They shrugged, "Not sure, she's meant to be here at some point today but that's all I know."

You groaned, "Alright, since business is slow should I just sweep and mop now?" 

You heard that cursed bell ring, and you heard a honk. You instantly turned around, wondering what that noise was. 

"What the fuck..." Charlie muttered under their breath.

Your eyes widened, bile rose up in your throat. You stood still for a few moments as you locked eyes with that fucker, then you sprinted towards the staff toilet. You leaned over, the breakfast you ate not longer ago instantly came up. Your throat burned as acid tore at your throat. You clenched the toilet bowl as it kept going. You body shook rapidly from fear and shock.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck

Why is he here, it was meant to be a fucking coincidence. Do I have a murderer stalking me?

You weren't sure what to do, but after about a minute you heard your Charlie running over.

"Hey, hey!" They said crouching down, rubbing your back. "What the hell was that? Are you okay?"

You nodded, "Yeah...." You croakily mumbled, your legs wobbling as you slowly stood up.

"Stay there if you need to, I can handle the front for a bit." 

You shook your head, "I'll be fine, it's fine. Just give me a minute and I'll clean up."

"Look Chloe should be here soon, when she gets here I'll explain you were sick so you had to leave. Got it?"

You rolled your eyes, "I'll be okay, I just got nauseous.-"

"No, you're heading home when she gets here."

You wanted to argue, but you knew it was probably a good idea. You didn't want to see... it again. 

"Fine, can I help just till she gets here?"

"Yeah sure, just don't overwork yourself and let me know if you feel ill again."

You nodded, moving towards the sink to splash water on your face. "Alright, I'm gonna head back, don't rush yourself I can handle it." They patted your back again, then walked off.

You looked down at your shirt, and thankfully there was no vomit. So, you went back to helping Charlie. As soon as you were in the doorway you spotted him, sitting down. "Hey, is it okay if you could pass this to the customer in the clown suit real quick? I just need to prepare another order."

You nodded, trying to not show your fear to them. "Yeah, of course!"

While you walked over, you noticed his eyes were on you. You looked at the floor, knowing it was rude but you were so afraid. You put the pancakes down in front of the clown. "Here's your order... sir." You mumbled, giving a forced smile. As you starting walking away, he beeped the horn. 

"Did you need something?" 

He nodded, gesturing you to come closer.

He looked at your hand, a frown forming on his face. But not a second later is was replaced with that eerie smile. He stared at you as he purposely knocked the plate down onto the floor. It shattered onto the ground. He covered his mouth, giving an exaggerated 'Oops' face. A few customers looked over giving a confused and concerned expression.

Your face turned into a thin line, what the fuck "I'm sorry sir, I'll be back." You quickly muttered, walking to Charlie, "Hey, look I can't do this right now, can you please talk to the clown? I'll do whatever you were doing before. I'm just really uncomfortable around him."

They nodded, noticing you were shaken up. "Yeah that's fine, but what's going on? You look horrified, did something happen?"

You shook your head, "It's nothing, just can you help him?"

"Okay, I'll do that now, you just need to make a strawberry milkshake for table 5 while I deal with the clown."

"Easy." You immediately started to work on it, you scooped the ice-cream, poured the milk and strawberry-flavoured syrup and then blended it. You occasionally heard words from your Charlie while they were trying to communicate with the clown. But of course it went nowhere. As you were pouring the milkshake into a plastic cup, they came up to you. "I have no idea what he wants, he's not responding at all to me. I clean up the mess, but I don't know what else to do. Was he at least responding to you?"

"Yeah, I guess, but I really, really don't want to talk to him. He's... scaring me." You glanced at the floor, feeling embarrassed. 

"It's okay, I'll figure something out. Other customers are starting to feel uncomfortable as well. Fuck, Chloe needs to get here soon."

"Yeah, hopefully, should I contact the boss?" 

They nodded, "Can you contact Chloe first? We need her here soon."

"I'll do that now, I'll try and make it quick." You hurried out to the back again, pulling out your phone. You dialled her number, but it immediately when to voice mail. "What the fuck..." You murmured, trying again. And again. You groaned, then decided to send her a quick message.

Y/n: Hey, are you still coming into work today? 

You hoped she'd read it soon, then you dialled your bosses number. Thankfully, you heard her voice on the other end. 

"Hello?"

"Hey, I heard from Charlie that Chloe would be coming in today at some point. What time would she be here? She isn't picking up any of my calls. "

You heard a sigh on the other end, "Give me a moment."

After 15 seconds of rustling sounds, she answered. "Alright, it says she'd be on around 2pm till 8pm. Is she not there?"

"No, she's not. It's 2:30."

You heard another sigh from your boss, "I'll try and contact her, that's all I can do. Is that all you needed?"

"No, I was wondering what to do about a customer. One of them is making me and Charlie uncomfortable. He keeps.... just doing stuff."

"If you want advice I need more details." 

You took a deep breath in, "For one he's in a clown outfit, which in itself isn't bad but it's just how he's acting doing it too. If that makes sense, and he purposely broke one of our plates, and acted like it was all funny. He then wouldn't talk to Charlie, only me. It's just such bizarre behaviour."

"Normally threatening them with the police will cause them to stop, but if he continues call the non-emergency line for the police. That's it."

"Alright, thank you."

"Bye." She said, the line ending.

You walked back to the register to talk to your Charlie. "Chloe was meant to be here at 2. What the fuck do we do? She isn't picking up my calls, she's not answering my messages and the boss just told us to threaten the clown with the police but fuck that I'm not comfortable with it I don't know him and he's scaring-"

"Calm down, you're gonna be okay. This isn't a big deal you'll be fine we can figure this out. I'll talk to him."

You glanced over your shoulder to look at the clown. He was sitting there, his chin resting on his hands, giving you a wink. 

"God fucking damn it." Your muttered under your breath, he waved at you, then gesturing for him to come over again. "He wants me to go over again, what do I do? What the fuck do I do?"

Charlie bit their bottom lip, "I can go over if you like and try again, but I doubt he'll listen."

"Fuck, fine, I'll fucking doing it." You whisper-yelled, immediately going over towards the clown. You noticed most of the customers had left. How had no one called the police yet? Maybe they thought it was someone trying to be funny? 

"Hello sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

The clown told you to stop, raising his pointer-finger. He then went through the garbage bag next to him. You heard the sounds of metal hitting metal, making you feeling almost as sick as before. He pulled out an envelope. You stared at it for a moment, noticing brown splotches over it. It looked like dried blood. You also noticed how there was a bump inside. You were about to place it down, but he gestured for you to open it.

You stared with widened eyes, really not wanting to. "I'm sorry sir... I-"

The clown gestured one more time, a deep frown on his face. You were afraid, so begrudgingly, you open it. And inside was a chunk of blonde hair, with a small amount of dyed-blue strands. You pulled it out and saw a piece of someone's scalp was attached. The blonde hair looked identical to Chloe's. You placed it back down onto the table, stepping back. 

"Why.... what did she do to you?"

You knew what he did. It was obvious. But all you wanted to know is why. Yeah she could be bitchy at times, but she never had bad intentions. Not anything worthy of her fucking dying.

The Clown silently giggled, slapping his knee like it was the funniest joke in the world. He pointed at you, mimicking a horrified look and then continued laughing. 

"Oh fuck this." You muttered, Charlie looked over and saw the terrified look on your face. "Charlie we need to get the fuck out now!" You yelled, grabbing their arm, dragging them into the kitchen. To get out through the front, you would've had to walk past him again, and that was not something that you wanted. 

You shoved them inside and slammed the door shut, locking it. "Grab a knife Charlie." They didn't ask questions, just grabbing it off the bench. The clown was walking over towards the counter, where you'd pass food through to the person at the register. He stood there smiling. 

"Nope, don't look just fucking get out." You urgently said to Charlie, grabbing their arm and leading them to the back door. You unlocked it ran out with them. You rummaged through your pockets and grabbed your keys, your hands shaking as you tried to open the car door. 

"Y/n your tires have been fucking slashed!" 

"Oh for fuck sake!" You yelled, this time they dragged you. You dropped your keys while they pulled you, "My keys!"

"It doesn't matter Y/n! There's a fucking psycho chasing us." 

You followed them, running to the nearest store. You looked behind, noticing the clown was behind, with that fucking garbage bag thrown on it's shoulder. 

As Charlie ran into the store, they yelled to call the police. They didn't care about scaring the workers, they just needed to make sure the both of you were safe. The woman at the register looked confused. They ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind the both of you. They fumbled with their phone, dialling the emergency number. 

"What's your emergency?"

"There's a fucking psycho chasing after us! He's trying to fucking kill us!" They yelled, sounding hysterical. 

"Okay, calm down. Are you safe right now?"

"I think so, we've locked ourselves in a random stores bathroom. We don't know where he is right now."

"Okay, what did he look like?"

"He-he was wearing a black and white clown outfit, like the one from the news!"

"Alright...." The operator said, sounding like they thought it was a prank call, but they still continued.

"What store are you in right now?" 

Charlie turned to you, "Do you know where we ran to?"

You shook your head, "I-I wasn't paying attention, I'm sorry!"

"It's fine." Charlie murmured, "We don't know, but can you guys track the phone?"

The woman sighed, "Yes we can, but if this is a prank call you will be in serious trouble."

"We aren't fucking lying, my fucking car tires were slashed and this fucker gave me an envelope with co-workers scalp in it! Get the damn police here right now or we could get brutally murdered!" You screamed at the operator.

"Please calm down, the police are on their way." The operator said, "Please stay on the line, are you hearing anything outside of the bathroom?"

Charlie spoke up, "No, it's oddly quiet out there, I... I don't know where he is. I don't know if he followed us in or not. We didn't look around."

The only thing you could hear was cars driving by, it was otherwise painfully silent.

"Fuck what happened to Chloe, oh god I hope she's okay. Please Chloe be okay." You whimpered, dropping to the ground. "Fuck I'm sorry Chloe, I'm so sorry." Tears welled up in your eyes, then started streaming down your face.

Charlie knelt down, placing their phone on the tiled floor, "Hey, it's okay, Chloe might still be out there. Probably not in the best condition but still maybe out there." They gently hugged you.

You sniffled, "What if that psycho grabbed my keys, I'm not even going to be safe in my own fucking home." You sobbed, "I didn't even do anything to him!" 

"I know, some people are just messed up, but you'll be okay, I'll make sure of it. No ones going to hurt you." 

Eventually, you heard the police sirens and them shouting. After a few moments they knocked on the bathroom door. You immediately unlocked it, running out. "Did you find him?" You asked, your eyes showing the hope in this being simple, like maybe he was waiting outside or something stupid. But of course, reality didn't work that way. 

"The only people we found were the workers here, I'm sorry." One of the officers said, "Do you have any injuries?"

You and Charlie shook your head.

"Alright, we're going to need to take you in for questioning."

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[ollyissleepy]

𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬

summary: christmas without cookies? no, that's not right! christmas is nothing without some baked goods so you and your boyfriend decided to bake some! Also let's judge their baking and decorating skills! a/n: I'm finally home for holiday break, doing a ton of baking in order to prepare so it's so fitting (I love being the baker of the family around holidays/s) cw: maybe fome swearing? idk

series masterlist

sucks at baking, lowkey a god at decorating

"Alright, Rafayel, the cookies are ready!" You call out for your boyfriend, that was temporary banned from the kitchen.

"Finally! You should've let me help you" your boyfriend comes in to the room and stands next to you.

"And risk christmas without cookies? Yeah, no" you move away from the counter to make space for Rafayel. "Now do your job, Mr. Artist"

And he does. Who knew that having an artist as a boyfriend would have it's perks? All of your friends and family can't stop gushing about how pretty the cookies are and how they feel guilty about eating these small pieces of art.

"Here, I made two that look like us."

really fun to bake with (stuff the two of you bake comes out edible), refuses to decorate ('it won't change the taste, so why do that?' type of mf)

"They look… decent enough" Sylus says after pulling cookies out of the oven.

"It's all gonna come together once we decorate them" You look over his shoulder to check how they're turned out.

"We're not doing that." Sylus turns around and now you're face is centimeters away from his.

"What? Why?" You try your best to understand Sylus's position on the matter.

"Doesn't change the taste and it's the only thing that matters" Sylus shrugs.

"But with decorating they'll look pretty" you try your best to reason with your boyfriend as you were really looking forward to decorate them.

"Doesn't convince me." He ruffles your hair before walking away from the kitchen.

You end up sneaking in to the kitchen with the twins and decorate the cookies regardless.

surprisingly good at decorating, as long as he follows the recipe all is good

"Aww, Xav, you made this one look like a polar bear. So adorable" you look over at your boyfriend's most recently done cookie.

"And yours looks like Santa" Xavier smiles at you only for you to smile back at him.

The two of you were decorating the cookies for quite some time, occasionally eating the ones that didn't come out right. You pick up another human-shaped cookie, when you have an idea.

"We should make ones that look like us" you examine the cookie and the icing to make sure you have the right colours to pull it off.

"No." Xavier pics up a cookie that's shaped like christmas tree and starts working on it.

"Why?" You question him, focusing your entire attention on your boyfriend.

"I'd feel bad about eating you"

good at baking (it's that doctor skills or something), doesn't really care for decorating (would do a decent job if asked)

"And they're ready" Zayne says, pulling the last batch out of the oven.

"Wow, I fell like I just watched a magic show or something" you say, sitting on the counter. "Anyway, let's get to decorating" you jump off and prepare the cooled batch for decorating.

"Sure" your boyfriend helps you set everything up.

The two of you work together on different designs on cookies, chatting away on random topics. The cookies come out looking quite good. Yes, some of them came out a little funky, but that doesn't mean they're any less tasty. Let's just say these ones were reserved just for the two of you.

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[uneatenclient]

murderbot tv show ep 6 reactions/spoilers under cut. i'm so late 😭 but goddamn this ep

oh my god. i really do love sanctuary moon.

BIG MOOD

everyone needs a little warmth. the cheese might kill me omg

no dopamine is tragic

CUTE LAUGH??? help

omg it's freaked out too

uh oh

BECAUSE I HAD TO

SO SERIOUS

SEASON 19 SRS BUSINESS

LMFAOOOO

book mb has learned not to do this but i can definitely see tv rebellious teenage mb having to learn in real time not to delete mission info while still on the mission

GASP mensah how could you say that about sanctuary moon

agree to disagree mb that's surprisingly diplomatic you really do like mensah

awww. it's acknowledging that it has feelings. terrible that those feelings are p much only negative

wtf that fluid is so. metallic looking. like obviously it would be but you know what i mean

ratthi wtf is that

aww he just wants to help

so much cool stuff bharadwaj i love you

it be like that sometimes

okay

okay plz don't

lbb i need you to not. ESPECIALLY bc you're being extra sus today

STOP

jesus fucking christ

oh mb no

MB NO

it's trying so hard but it's SO BAD at being reassuring

anxiety IS contagious you're so right

trying SO HARD i love it sm

ghsdfjkulahndiuhdsuadhsfjouhndas

adsfujohnk

I'M

THE SINGING HELP ME

mensah please

causes synchronized breathing

dear lord every tiny sanctuary moon lore drop feels like an acid trip

"that's sad" "yes" i'm having so many emotions

IT'S CANON

goddddddd it really helps it and she finally sees that it's trying to help her oh my godddddddd

uh oh

it really shouldn't be leaking like that cuz its shit seals automatically when it gets hurt but also. mb how did you not fucking notice

DON'T TOUCH

god every time it says that i explode w pride

the way its swaying and making confused sounds

"i'm fine!" in the most unconvincing tone ever heard b4

mb i'm begging

i mean it's right but this is not one of the things that wouldn't incapacitate it WOOPS

gurathin's fucking expression

DEBT

gurathin omg

once more i'm team gurathin

sdfughiujksbnf

gurathin you're right about corporates you're so right but mb being free of its gov mod lets it hate them just as much

AHA

ME AND GURATHIN KNEW IT

'it's a gun.' GURATHIN

lmfaooooo mb

where armor? armor gone?

EXCUSE ME

IN TRANSPORTS??

in the books art specifically doesn't have human neural tissue and i'm gonna be sad if it does in the show but all the same ART? ART HINT???

oh armor gone for surgery got it

time to cut jfc

she's gonna fucking pass out

pass out twinsies episode??

HEY

YOU'RE RIGHT BUT HEY

adsbifghjuyaksfgdnlfnadfgs

sdighjbsjfhnadl

STOP

STOOPPPP

yeah sure him too

ugh that wound opened way too wide from such a small cut jfc

RATTHI

me too arada

just for one scene can this polycule all be comfortable with each other. just once. plz

non threatening vibe. big same

oh man gurathin about to climb out of his skin

YOU DON'T HAVE TO EAT ME

mb that's not the pOINT

OH FUCK NO

oof mensah that's pretty bad you right

oh ick

YUCKY

uh. mb. your spine's kinda

out

GOOD TIMES???

he won't

gurathin won't. YOU'RE TOUGHER THAN THIS GURA

they're all frozen in the same position holding hands im

DAMN ARADA

ratthi secunits #1 fan

uh oh

worst thing to say to gurathin

YEAH MAN

FUCKING HELL YEAH MAN

BADASS SEC UNIT FRONT AND CENTER WOO

it really is baby. older mb wouldnt have let her know it was there b4 it exploded her head

YOU COULD'VE KILLED ME

THERE WAS A CHANCE YES

"hostile subdued" i mean. you right.

mensah, faintly: oh no

I'M RELIEVED AND I'M CHEERING

SORRY YOU CAN'T HEAR ME BUT I'M CHEERING

aww man. awwwwww man. it really did save them. from its pov it did good and they should be happy or at least not displeased. and it protected them which is the part of its function it likes!!! god this sucks

all aboard the trauma express

god. if they ever get around to mentioning how mb doesn't want its humans to be afraid of it i won't recover

what a transition

every sanctuary moon actor is playing this so fucking straight and it's so goddamn funny and good

damn. commands from inside and commands from outside. oh nooooo im so

you sure did mb

and good job

HELL YEAH

HELL YEAH IT DID WOOOOOOO

oh my godddd thank fuck they mentioned that it enjoys killing when it has a reason and choice to kill

hoo boy. that was a lot. they packed so many emotions into 20 mins.

[ghostgirl-22]

Do you think patrick ever put on a queer/gay movie as a subtle way to get art out of his shell, like "yeah dude ive wanted to watch this movie for ages" and its okay its chill, look how hot they are, look how happy they are

"Is kissing boys different to kissing girls?"

Oh he definitely did… I’m sorry this is so long nonnie!!!

CW: 18+ NSFW | period typical internalized homophobia

—-

Patrick’s lying in Arts bed with his headphones on going through his catalogue of dvds trying to figure out what B movie they can watch and make fun of while they get high. The whole time Art is using his back as a writing surface to finish his math homework.

Patrick pulls his headphones off and drops them on the ground. “It’s Friday. Do you have to do that now?”

“It’s Friday night, we have the tournament Saturday and Sunday so when exactly?” Art says distractedly, erasing.

“On the bus like I do.” Patrick smiles and turns to look at him. Art pushes his shoulder back down. Patrick shrugs and focuses back on his dvds.

“Stay still.” Art demands.

“Forgive me if I’m just trying to get you to have a little fun in our last few months at Mark Reballato Tennis Academy.”

“You know I do actually plan to graduate, right?” Art says dryly.

“So you can go to Stanford?” Patrick says wrinkling his nose in irritation.

Art puts his notebook down on Patrick’s back. “You know Tashi’s gonna be there right?”

Patrick shrugs. “So, just two overtalented people wasting time…”

“Aww so you’re calling me talented?” Art teases.

“You are,” Patrick says. “When you don’t think too much, which Stanford should help you with. I’m sure they don’t over think anything there.”

“Whatever man,” Art sighs. If anything it’ll help my tennis. I think you’re just scared I might steal her away.”

“Not even a little bit, but speaking of her… do you remember how you let me put my tongue in your mouth?” Patrick smirks.

Art goes all quiet like he’s doing homework again but Patrick doesn’t hear the pencil scratching paper.

“You always bring it up like you think I want you or something.”

“You wanted something, I felt it,” Patrick says pushing himself up as Art grabs the notebook off him before it falls.

“Come on man, don’t be gross, that was for her.”

“How is that gross?” Patrick asks, mildly amused, mildly irritated.

“You know what I mean,” Art says. “‘m not gay.”

“You know there’s nothing wrong with it right? Not to mention I’ve seen you before…touched you before… and…I mean remember what we did after she left? Didn’t I make you feel better?”

“We don’t always have to talk about it.”

“We don’t never have to talk about it either.” Patrick counters.

Art takes a deep breath and rests his head against the wall trying to find a way to change the subject. “Dude, if you’re gay just let me have another shot with her.” Is what he comes up with, dumb pretty smirk on his lips.

Patrick rolls his eyes. “Yeah whatever, fine I’m gay…actually that reminds me of this movie you can gayly watch with your gay best friend.”

“I’m just joking. You don’t have to—“

“Well I’m not joking, come on, put this away, loser,” Patrick grabs his notebook and stuffs the papers inside.

“Okay Jesus, Patrick don’t wrinkle it all up.”

“I’m not, chill out. Get the smoke detector.”

Art sighs and climbs off the bed. He steps on Patrick’s bed and reaches up to disconnect the detector from its place on the ceiling. He puts it in the bathroom. Then he shoves a towel beneath the crack in the door.

All the while Patrick’s combing through his dvd case for one random movie he borrowed from Netflix at the start of the year and he’d forgotten to mail it back so they charged him. (That’s sadly how he ended up with a lot of his dvd collection.) He’d watched it once by himself because he thought the main guys were hot and he wanted to jerk off in peace without Art voicing confusion at the idea of him jerking it for a man.

But it had been surprisingly deep for one of those campy queer movies. And of course it was about a guy in love with his roommate which… even for Art’s ability to delude himself wouldn’t be subtle at all.

“What’s this?” Art asks.

“The movie we’re gonna watch. This guy is a male hooker but he ends up getting hired by this old guy who mostly just wants his company.”

Art frowns.

“Come on, relax. You can be straight and watch it. Movies don’t turn people gay and you’re not gay…so what’s the big deal?”

Art looks like he wants to argue but decides it’ll just be easier to surrender. Patrick rolls the joint while Art puts it in the dvd player.

It’s not all his fault. Art was raised with apple pie and Americana. He’s a J Crew catalogue wearing, red blooded New England boy. His family is pretty liberal but in the way that they support all of it as long as it remains out there faceless and unknown… far away from their life and their home. Art’s expected to play a sport, go to an ivy, marry a beautiful girl and likely start a career in politics if tennis doesnt pay off. So this idea that life could ever deviate from that makes him glitch out.

All the tension they have between them is so much easier to just bury. Like none of it matters. It’s not supposed to change the trajectory of his cookie cutter life anyway. Patrick is a victim of similar family expectations but he just doesn’t give a fuck and they’ve all stopped expecting things from him a long time ago because of it.

Art sits on his bed next to Patrick they’re both leaning against the wall Patricks feet dangling over the mattress, Art with his legs crossed. Patrick lights up the joint and hands it to him.

—-

They’re pretty baked halfway through and Arts fidgety. It’s at a scene where the main character is touching himself watching his roommate in the shower. “He’s hot right?” Patrick asks.

Art takes a breath. “Dude.”

“Yeah I know…you’re not gay.” Patrick smirks, but even in the dim glow of the tv he can see the way Art’s already starting to show in his boxers.

The third roommate catches the main character watching and wants to suck him off. Then while third roommate is sucking him he starts fantasizing about all three of them hooking up, kissing sloppy on the bed.

“Is this porn?” Art whispers. “Are we really watching gay porn?”

“No I wish… unfortunately they don’t show you that much but imagine if me and you and Tashi were roommates.You watching her shower… while I…”

Art makes a strangled noise and Patrick rubs his own cock, smiling to himself. Art’s just getting there but Patrick’s been hard for the last 30 minutes.

“Patrick,” Art whispers. He’s starting to touch himself over his boxers.

“Give me the joint,” Patrick says, softly. It’s their third one. “If you drop it on the bed again we’ll both be in trouble.”

Art hands it over and Patrick puts it out in the ashtray on the nightstand. He moves closer to Art reaching over to help him. Art leans back, letting Patrick take over. Patrick reaches into his boxers. “Mm Patrick… have you seen her naked?” Art asks.

“No,” Patrick whispers. “Just her underwear. But…I’m not supposed to talk about it.”

“I feel like I can still taste her lips.” He moans while Patrick plays with him. Patrick can’t help but ease his other hand into his own pants. “I wanna…ah… I wanna… see her all soaped up wet and…” Art continues.

“And…?” Patrick breathes.

“Fuck… can you… can we…do what we did after…”

Patrick smiles and nods even though Art likely can’t see him. He gets on his knees and Art scoots towards the edge of the bed. Patrick takes Art’s boxers down and starts sucking him off. touching himself the whole time.

“Mm fuck,” Art breathes.

He barely lasts 2 minutes before he’s filling Patrick’s mouth with so much jizz. Patrick swallows it down, while listening to Art moaning for him. All the hair on his arms standing up. He rests his head against Art’s thigh making quick work of himself, using part of the sheet to keep it from getting all over the floor.

Patrick settles where he is on the floor, breathless when he’s done. Looking up at the television like it was fucking nothing even though his heart is still racing.

Main character has moved so far away from the threesome fantasy. He’s now angsty and worried about his best friend who’s apparently being pursued by someone else. Some other more wholesome gay man. Patrick ponders rewinding but when he looks up at Art, he’s lying back on the bed, hand casually on the waistband of his boxers, tapping his bare feet on the floor just watching.

Patrick rubs Arts leg idly.

“Who’s this loser?” Art asks of the more wholesome gay man.

Patrick laughs. It’s exactly what he thought on his first watch through.

They end up watching the rest of the film. Again, it’s surprisingly more emotional than the premise (male hooker wants to fuck his roommates). Main character ends up learning to be more open about his feelings in his time chatting with the elder gay client. And the emotional part is hearing the elder gay man talk about what he went through to fall in love with his partner when it was much more taboo and unacceptable. And how even though they meet late in life they still lived such a full and happy life (if too short) before his partner passed. And main character’s roommate even gives him a chance and they go out on a date.

Art’s rubbing his eyes when it’s over.

Patrick gets back on the bed next to him. “That was nice right?”

Art’s clearly trying to hide his feelings so he just nods and when he feels okay to use his voice he says. “Seems kinda deep for you.”

“Well I can be deep,” Patrick smirks. He curls his fingers into Art’s hair. “I mean it’s cool right? They were happy.”

”I always wonder where they imagine movies like this to happen? San Francisco probably.” Art laughs, lightly. He looks away from Patrick and Patrick puts his hand back by his side.

“Well I think it could happen anywhere but good thing you're going to California soon.” Patrick says, just as light.

Art looks at him again and then looks at his lap. “I mean it wasn’t just her that made me feel…” he murmurs.

“Me too,” Patrick says.

“So I don’t know…I mean I’m not gay but…but maybe I’m something else…”

“I definitely am.”

Art sighs. “You make me something else.”

“Is that so bad?” Patrick asks.

Art rubs his hands on his thighs and then leans in and gives Patrick a kiss.

(Had to google if Netflix existed in 2006 😭😭 it did but they mailed dvds. Also I made Patrick lie. Movies definitely make you gay. Look what Challengers has done to me!!)

[kalpeavaris]

Hi! :3, i absolutely love your art, and your Murder Deer’s AU, which is genuinely one of the most interesting AU’s I have seen out here-

I was wondering, maybe I missed it, but I haven’t seen art of Murder Deer’s Tessa, so I was wondering, are there perchance any rouge sketches lying around that are perhaps edible?- [or any Murder Deers AU art sketches, not picky, but I was wondering if you had any of the feral Australian girl lol-]

[also, until I read your blogs pinned post, i genuinely had no idea about your vision, don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to be rude! I just wanna say: you’re even more awesome of a person! I already looked up to and admired you before I read that fact, and I do so even more now, you are awesome for continuing to create even when it’s hard, and I hope you never let anyone break your spirit!] [Your Murder Deers AU actually inspired me to create my Hoofed Murder AU lol- I hope it’s okey, I tried not to make it too similar, since I’m not trying to copy, but if there’s anything too similar that you would like me to change, just let me know, your AU came first, so I’m willing to change anything if it’s too similar and it rising being seen as copying-]

Hi!! I actually do have some Tessa art for the Murder Deers AU, it's just very little in comparison to other characters. /D It's literally just this small sketch in the lower left corner on this oooooold ass sketchpage. I might do a re-vamped version of her design when I get back into a deer-drawing-mood tho... now that you've put her back on my radar. B]

Oh you're not rude, no worries! I get that react a lot when people hear about my vision, lol. And it does warm my heart to hear that view it in a positive light and more inspirational, I rather have folks think that way instead of having people go "Aww so sorry you're going blind at 26, that's such a young age :(" because it makes me feel like I'm about to die or smth. :'DD It's just my visual acuity mainly, not like I'm going 100% blind. Cherish your vision kids, and don't take medication that makes your vision go poof /lh

Oh yeah that's also okay in regards to your question about making inspired AUs! I do love it when my works inspire folks, and I do not mind people taking inspiration and making their own works :3 I'm mainly chill with it, as I know how it feels to be very inspired as a young artist & getting shot down by the people you're inspired by, so I encourage folks to take inspiration from my works - as long as they're honest about it & do not copy/take personal stuff like my fursona or persona designs. :] Seeing people enjoy my stuff and being inspired enough to create their own AUs or characters makes me very happy <3 Before this blog I never really actively shared my stuff that much, and now having people write me & tagging me in their AU stuff inspired by me (even if I don't always respond due to health/time reasons) warms my heart! /gen

(pov me when I see a mention in my notifications)

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 12 - I know who she is, but who am I?

Summary: Kirishima is concussed and he breaks Katsuki’s heart. Y/N finally makes it to the hospital room.

Warnings: Hospital stuff, swear words

First Chapter Master List Support the potato

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1 hour before your arrival

“Where am I?” Eijirou touches his throbbing head as he tries his best to sit up. There are several people in the room with him; there is a blonde, handsome guy with a grumpy look on his face, a guy with half red and half white hair and a brown haired lady with chubby cheeks. They are wearing cosplays. Or are they heroes? They might be heroes. He has a feeling he is also a hero. Or a really good cosplayer. Hm. He doesn’t feel like he’s interested in arts and crafts. So probably a hero. A good work out sounds so much sexier to him than… well… sewing.

“In a hospital.” The brunette answers. Eijirou looks at him funny.

“I mean… I got that. What city? Also… who am I?”

“An idiot sandwich.” The handsome blonde adds helpfully. He finds the joke a little bit inappropriate but laughs anyway because it’s really fucking funny. Now that he takes a bit more time to look at these people… he thinks these are his friends. The blonde one must be his best friend or his partner, or at least he feels some kind of deep connection to him. The other two… he is friends with the half and half one for sure, the brunette feels like… a good buddy, maybe? They might have gone to school together or something. Hell if he knows.

“No, but for real… who am I?”

The group gets silent, eerily so.

“Oh, fuck.”

“I’m calling the nurse.”

“HOW DARE YOU FORGET ME?!” The handsome blonde yells into his face. Eijirou snickers.

“Calm down, I know you are someone important to me. Best friends, maybe? Brother? Nah, we can’t be brothers. You look like a single child.”

“Excuse me?!” The half and half haired man giggles. “The fuck are you laughing at, half and half bastard?!”

“Your name is Kirishima Eijirou. We call you Eijirou. I am Shouto. This is Katsuki. The person who just left is Ochako.” Shouto smiles at him but Katsuki is not having it apparently.

“Wrong. You are Shitty hair. Or hair for brains. This is candy cane, or half and half bastard. The one outside is floaty bitch or round face.”

“And who are you, then?” Eijirou giggles at the funny nicknames. Ahh, he has amazing friends. He’s so happy to be alive.

“I’m Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamight. But you call me Kats.” Eijirou wheezes. Fuck, his head hurts even more but oh my god, this man is hilarious. “The fuck are you laughing at, you dumbass moron?!”

“Okay, playtime’s over.” A serious looking doctor comes into the room. Ahh, he was having so much fun. He even forgot he doesn’t even know his own name.

The doctor pokes him then shines this annoying light into his eyes. He’s not happy about it. He doesn’t think he likes hospitals that much. He also feels like someone’s missing. Well, a lot of people are missing, like his family and other friends he has but there is one particular emptiness in his heart… a wife? A girlfriend? A puppy? No, he’s 100% it’s a wife. Or a really serious girlfriend he’s about to propose to or something. A soulmate. Yeah. That’s what’s missing. Oh, well. She’ll probably arrive at one point. Maybe it’s better not to say anything in case he’s wrong and his friends will laugh at him. Might be a one sided love. Eijirou feels like he’s the kind of loser who would be in one of those.

“All looks fine, it’s probably just a confusion. The Menace did a splendid job with the healing. He wouldn’t be here if it’s not for her.”

“The who?”

“That’s my fiancé. She’s the most badass motherfucker in the whole wide world. One and a half as cool as me.”

“Oh, she rings a bell! Is she like, a total superhero with several different powers?”

“Yeah!” Katsuki perks up. “That’s her!”

“Aww, look how excited he is now that his fiancé was mentioned. I want that.” Ochako sighs.

“Shut the fuck up, pink cheeks.” Katsuki grumbles, his ears pink. Oh, what a cute guy. “So how long before he becomes his old, annoying self?”

“Hey!”

“It’s hard to say, especially as The Menace intervened hence the process is different but I would say a few hours, maybe a day. Kirishima-san, your leg isn’t healed yet. Please refrain from moving.”

“What if I need to pee?” Eijirou whines. The doctor points at the side of the bed. Eijirou is mortified. “Oh no. That’s so unmanly.”

“That’s such an Eijirou thing to say!” Round cheeks peeks up right away.

“Is it? Thank you!”

Eijirou hears quick footsteps coming towards his door. Then someone barges in, panting.

“Red.”

Oh god. Eijirou died and there is an angel coming for him.

Wait, no.

She’s the one. She’s the missing piece. She’s the soulmate Eijirou was waiting for. His eyes water. His lips wobble. Why is he crying right now? What is this pain he’s feeling? How can he be so sad and so happy at the same time?!

“My angel…”

~•🪨•~

“My angel…” Eijirou’s lips wobble, his eyes full of longing. Oh, you were so fucking stupid to ever doubt this man.

“Ei, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry…” You jump into Eijirou’s open arms. He smells like hydrogen peroxide but you really don’t care.

“Wait, he doesn’t remember.” Katsuki tries to pull you away, but Eijirou pulls you back possessively. Wait… “What?”

“I… don’t remember a lot of things, but I remember you.” Eijirou admits with a blush. “I don’t know what are you sorry for, that’s true. I don’t remember your actual name. But I remember your scent, the smell of the coffee you make, I remember the sound of your laughter, I remember that you are really cheeky and you tease me a lot, I remember this.” Eijirou touches the ring on his necklace. “I remember that I need to keep it safe until I give it back to you. I remember the pain when something happened between us. But I also remember loving you. I don’t know if it’s reciprocated or not but yeah I know who you are. You are the one. You are my angel. You are the girl I’ll marry. Uh, wait… I think I know your name. You are Y/N, right?”

“Oh, Ei.” You bawl into his chest, your body shaking. You were a real fucking idiot and it almost cost Eijirou’s life. “I love you too.”

“I’m crying happy tears.” Eijirou shakes his head, dumbfounded by his own emotions. “Seems like this has been bothering me for a while. I feel lighter.”

“Why do you remember her but not me?! I’m your best friend!” Katsuki yells, clearly offended.

“Not now.” Ochako mutters as he gives the blond a side-eye. Slowly, the three heroes sneak out of the room, giving you some privacy.

“I will confess properly once I remember more. For now, I’m just happy you are here. I hope you didn’t have to travel for long.” Eijirou caresses your cheek and you can’t help but giggle. “What?”

“Eijirou, we live in Japan. We are in New York right now.”

“What the hell am I doing in New York?!”

You can’t stop laughing. This is hilarious.

“Eating hot dogs?”

“I know I’m clumsy but getting a serious concussion, a broken arm and getting impaled on a fucking road sign while trying to eat a hot dog is a little bit too much, even for me.”

“I mean, you did walk into a column in front of me.”

“Hey, you just kissed me on the cheek, of course I did!” Eijirou freezes. “I remember doing that! I remember our arcade date! And our almost kiss in the office! Then… the sofa… fuck, I was such an idiot.” He sighs. “Ugh, my head hurts.”

“Let’s talk about this once you are healthy, okay?” You leave a tiny kiss on Eijirou’s cheek. He blushes adorably.

“Will you stay with me?”

“I’ll never leave you again. I promise.”

“Can we seal the promise with a teeny-tiny healing kiss?” Eijirou tries to tease but there is desperation in his voice. Instead of answering, you oblige; your whole body shudders as your lips meet in the middle. “Thank you.” He smiles, so happy he’s about to jump out of his own skin. “Also, can you get me a hot dog, please? I would really kill for a hot dog.” He mumbles, ashamed. “Also, I have a pee bag. Please, don’t look at my pee bag. He’s really shy.”

“Are you high on painkillers right now?” You giggle as you take in your lover’s red face.

“Maybe? Or maybe I’m just so happy I can’t behave myself.”

“I’m sorry for ignoring you. I know, we are not talking about this today, but I really needed to say this.” You mumble with a frown.

“It’s okay. But… don’t do it again? Talk to me next time. I’m sorry for freaking out. You haven’t done anything wrong. I need you to know that.”

“I promise.” You whisper into Eijirou’s ear as you give him another cuddle.

You stay like this until Eijirou’s stomach grumbles aggressively. You buy him a real, New York street hotdog with extra everything. You end up getting one for everyone and two for Eijirou. He devours it two minutes and asks for more.

Needless to say, you end up getting him three more. The doctors already hate you here but really, you can’t give a fuck right now; if your hubby wants a hot dog after saving the fucking world, then he gets a hot dog. Common sense.

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Eijirou stays in the hospital for a whole week, but enjoys every single second of it; you are there with him the whole time, bringing him all the goodies he craves, giving him hugs and kisses on his cheek, he shines like the fucking sun every time you come through the door and just soaks in the attention you are giving him.

His memories came back after two days, thank god for that because if you would have had to look at Katsuki’s angry, pouting face for a day longer you would have given him a black eye.

You two decided not to talk about the situation until you are both back to hundred percent and keep your hands to yourselves while Eijirou heals; it breaks your heart to not be able to kiss him, to reassure him that everything is alright but you can see on Eijirou’s distant gaze when you are busy with something else that he’s really trying to get his head around everything so once he’s out you two can talk and start the relationship again, properly this time.

“Hey, Angel?” Eijirou mutters as you stare out the window of his fancy hospital en-suite; Eijirou’s room is super high up so you can see New York buzzing with life in the distance. It’s funny how you always wanted to visit this city but now, you would rather stay inside and play a silly a silly game with Eijirou; having him at your disposal for a whole week was nothing but bliss.

Love does some weird things to a person.

“Hm?” You give him a tired smile.

“When I’m discharged… can we go on a date in New York? Maybe stay for a few days, get a nice hotel and… just be together.” He looks away with a blush on his face. He’s so cute, goddamnit!

“You just want me to have a good time after coming all this way.” You retort as you see through Eijirou’s facade… or at least you think you do.

“Or maybe I just don’t want to go separate ways and this is my last resort to have some alone time with you that doesn’t end up with me running to work, running for an emergency or running in general.” He scoffs, a tiny bit offended.

“I’m sorry for reacting this way. I’m just… a little bit self-conscious since our fight.”

“Me too.” Eijirou sighs, clearly just as insecure as you are. “But I know this feeling of dread will go away once I take you out on a proper date where both you and I are aware of who we really are to each other. Or at least that’s what my therapist said.”

“You have a therapist?!” You gawk at Red, utterly surprised.

“Uhm, well…” he blushes as he smiles awkwardly at you. “I used to. After the war. I had it until a year ago. But I gave her a call when you were out shopping with Katsuki.” He admits sheepishly.

“I’m really proud of you, you know that, right?” You smile at Eijirou with tears in your eyes.

“I’m still just a mere himbo, I just know how to use my resources.” He laughs happily. “Now come here, I’m done with you being so far away.”

Needless to say you run into Eijirou’s arms; he hugs you tight and pulls you impossibly close, drinking in your scent, taking a deep breath, in and out, as he recharges for the night.

“Thank you for your patience.” He sighs. “Honestly, I don’t really want to talk about what happened that night anymore. I don’t think there is any reason to and… I don’t think it’s relevant anymore.” He admits.

“I think you are right. I just want us to be us. I think this moment here says more than thousand words can.”

“Do you think you can sleep here tonight?” Eijirou mutters into your chest. Oh, you fucking wish.

“You are getting discharged tomorrow. Let’s not make the staff more aggravated than they already are.” You giggle. “Also, don’t you want to do all the steps again before earning a night full of cuddles?”

Eijirou only grumbles. Your whole chest resonates with it.

“I’m gonna sleep, then.”

“It’s 8 in the evening.” You giggle at your himbo. He looks up at you with the cheekiest smile.

“Tomorrow comes quicker if I sleep.”

… yes. He’s still just a himbo.

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“Shower. I need a shower.” Eijirou grumbles as he pouts, his eyes already locked at the bathroom door. You put your stuff down on the bed in your brand new hotel room (well, it’s more like a full on apartment) which looks like something you would never be able to afford unless you look at your uncle really sweetly, but you decide not to comment on that.

Of course, there is only one bed; thankfully, you are both self aware enough to know a spare bed would be an absolute waste of Eijirou’s hard earned dollars.

Eijirou has been chanting the same sentence since you two had left the hospital; even before coming here to put your suitcase down, Eijirou insisted to go into “that lovely smelling shop” and get a fancy, overpriced shower gel and several different bath bombs for you two to enjoy after your super successful date. You couldn’t help but blush like a virgin. He also got himself a nice, “manly” body spray that smells like mint and sandalwood. Oh, and of course, he bought a super expensive body lotion as well. Then he asked you to wait outside a cosmetic store until he buys some “necessities.” You try your best not to think about what kind of necessities is he buying right now.

Honestly, this man is confusing as fuck sometimes. First, he wanted to take it easy and now he’s most probably buying condoms! But at the same time, you get it; a lot had changed since your fight and clearly, Eijirou is in the right headspace now to actually be able to comprehend what’s happening around him. Plus, it’s better to be safe than sorry. He might not actually intend to use it.

Ahh, you got sidetracked again.

So yeah, Eijirou doesn’t even wait for you to kiss that pout away before he barges into the bathroom with his little shopping bag and for the next 20 minutes all you hear is Eijirou scrubbing the shit out of himself, mumbling about how much he hates the hospital smell.

It’s definitely a new side of him but can’t really say you hate it; to be honest, it’s quite adorable.

Eijirou comes out of the shower with the most content smile on his face. Then he looks at you with a frown.

“Hospital smell.” Is all he’s saying so you guess this is your queue to take a shower. “I’m sorry, that was extremely rude of me.” He stares at the floor, dumbfounded by his own actions.

“Nah, you smell gorgeous, I also want to smell like that.” Now, it’s Eijirou’s turn to blush like a virgin. Instead of teasing him, you make your way into the bathroom with a new set of clothes; you strip down to your underwear and decide to open up the bathroom door and throw them into the floor outside. “Red, do you mind starting the wash with all of our clothes? They most probably smell like a hospital too!”

You are just about close the door back when you realize, the clothing did not end up the floor as you expected but landed on Eijirou’s ridiculously blushed face instead. You hide behind the half open door to keep your modesty. Thank god you decided to not throw your underwear out. That would have been… well… really fucking awkward.

“Uhm… sure.”

“Sorry!” you mutter apologetically as you close the door behind you; fuck, that was awkward. Maybe having two separate rooms instead of one would have been a better idea.

Ahh, who are you kidding, you would end up in the same bed even if Eijirou looses his mind once again, because you two fucking love to cuddle, platonic or romantic.

Fuck, you really hope separating isn’t an option in Eijirou’s head; it was bad enough to write that letter to end the most beautiful relationship you’ve ever had, being pulled back then pushed away would genuinely fucking kill you.

Okay, stop overthinking. Take a deep breath. Close your eyes and listen to the shuffle outside as Eijirou puts your clothing into the wash.

You can hear him mumbling to himself about the right order of pushing the buttons which you find extremely adorable. Then there is silence. Then more muttering, clearer this time.

“Uhm… ahh, which one? Oh my god, why is there so many options?! Is this all color? That shirt is white. OH GOD GRACIOUS, THAT SHIRT IS WHITE! Oh my god. What if I ruin this.” Suddenly, there is more silence. Then Eijirou yells “oh” so loudly you almost bump your head into the door. “Quick 30! Hell yeah, I like the sound of that. Oh! Color catcher! What is that? Oh! Eijirou, you are a genius! Hell yeah. Work well done, mother would be proud.”

You almost choke on your own spit as you try to muffle your hysterical laughter that erupts out of you like a fucking volcano.

This guy is an absolute himbo. Oh, fucking hell, you forgot what a himbo he is. You quickly jump into the bath tub and close the curtains on you; you open the shower which hopefully will muffle the rest of your giggles as you wash yourself with Eijirou’s new shower gel.

Yup. You could certainly get used to this; Not just to the delicious shower gel but to the whole situation. If dating Eijirou is this much fun you don’t even want to know how much fun it would be to just see this bozo go on with his daily life.

“Y/N! I started the wash!” Eijirou sings outside of the bathroom door.

“You are so clever, can’t believe you’ve managed! Such a good hubby you are!”

“I’m a gentleman. I’m a gentleman. I’m a gentleman.” Eijirou’s muttering sounds further and further as he probably belly flops on the bed if the sound of the poor bed springs struggling is anything to go by.

Hm. Okay. Eijirou really likes to be praised - You giggle to yourself as you file away this information for later; it might come in handy later.

You bite your lips as you think about all the instances you could use this knowledge. Then you turn the shower faucet to cold.

… to be continued!

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TL: KIRISHIMA TAGLIST:

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[leslielumarie]

Can a Nightmare Demon have a gnash/deformity in it's eye? If so, what would it look like? Just curious :3

aww hell yeah thank you for giving me the chance to just doodle some eyes for a bit lol my art block needed something fun and easy

i feel like there are many forms of eye gashes and stuff so here are a few examples i came up with!

[fernlessbastard]

LMAOOO damn and here I thought I've canonically become c! Quackity 😔😔😔😔

No but yeah I suspected that was the case dw it was high-key hilarious

That being said I have to note: Quackity isn't coded as an abuse survivor. He's coded as an SA survivor, but the verbal and physical violence is literally canon, both implied off-screen and happening on-screen

Anyway no worries mate thanks for making my evening entertaining hope you're doing well :]

Oh btw like don't be scared to tag me like I might miss it cause I am notorious for missing notifications but like if I see it and I'll probably see it eventually I'll for sure enjoy it

(tw, implied SA)

I’m watching Les Misérables (the 2012 movie) and I’m just gonna say it

c!Quackity singing I Dreamed a Dream but it’s during the election arc / his marriage with Schlatt

I’m fucking crying