#PLEASE STICK YOUR HANDS THROUGH THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE

[nicolasisntwild]

put in time out for his crimes (he bit me)

[thecityofmoss]

*WILDLY BASHING AND JUMPING OFF THE WALLS OF MY ENCLOSURE-*

Oh hi :]

*CONTINUES*

[aliveandrestless5]

does anybody here like danger days

[resowrites]

Suspicious Minds - oneshot.

Summary: Henry attempts to put a cot together…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, language, dialogue heavy, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2099

A/N: Remember, this is pure fiction (as in completely made up), and not in any way meant to reflect reality. My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Suspicious Minds - oneshot.

The noises from the nursery were growing louder and louder. Eventually, she decided she'd have to go investigate. She pushed back the door to find Henry in the middle of the room, kneeling over a booklet of instructions. Nuts, bolts, and long planks of wood were scattered everywhere. "Good God, it sounded like a gorilla enclosure in here… I'll have to put a picture of you on the wall with all the other animals—"

"I'm trying to put this sodding cot together, okay?! The instructions are a bloody nightmare…"

"Well, can I help? Surely it can't be that difficult, it's only four sides after all."

"No, it's fine. I don't want you doing any lifting—"

"Well that's not like you…" He rolled his eyes.

"Still, I'd rather we erred on the safe side." She huffed and leaned against the wall while Henry muttered to himself. "Take a seat, I want you off your feet."

"Yes, m'lord! Shall I have a kip while I'm at it?" He locked eyes with her again.

"Why, are you feeling tired? Darling you must rest—"

"Henry I was joking! Stop being such a fusspot. And hand me those instructions or they'll have left home by the time you're finished." Henry sighed but handed her them nonetheless. "Right, first thing's first, do we have all the parts?" He cast a glance around him.

"As far as I can tell—"

"Good, now do you understand that a failure to heed the warnings and follow the assembly instructions could cause serious injury and/or death?"

"Will you just get on with it?!"

"Calm your knickers! If you want I'll wait while you go look for a hard hat…" Henry harrumphed. "Okay, so first you're gunna want to attach middle rear leg E to middle panel A1…" She looked at the pieces dotted around his feet. "Those two bits there, you'll also need three fifty-five millimetre bolts—"

"Fifty-five? That can't be right…" He grabbed the booklet from her hands.

"I think you'll find it is. And don't forget the Allen key—"

"Yes, I know that! Bloody woman pointing out the obvious…" Henry mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, love. Right, what now?" He finished tightening the last screw and awaited the next instruction.

"Okay, you need to insert three wooden dowels into those holes…" Henry looked up and eyed her suggestively. "Oh, stop it! And they need to go there, not in those ones."

"… Are you sure we aren't having sex?" She rolled her eyes.

"Right, you now need to attach slats H through four with five dowels."

"Just five?"

"Yes you gobshite, now do as you're bloody told—" He tutted.

"Fine, where do they need to be slotted?"

"Well bend over and I'll take a look—"

"Lovely, are there any more you want me to stick up there?!"

"Yeah, bars F, G, thirteen, and four need to go on the other side. Come on, shift it, I don't have all day!" Henry scrambled for the right pieces and hammered them into position. "You can also take your tank top off if you want, make things a bit more exciting…"

"I thought you weren't in the mood?"

"Well, it's hardly a turn-on having to tell you what to do—"

"Since when?! And give me that, if you can follow it it should be a piece of piss…"

"Should be but isn't." She bit back a laugh when he looked up at her annoyed.

"Christ, I don't understand any of this… why would the forty-five-millimetre bolts need to go in the back and not the longer ones?"

"Cos longer's usually better?"

"Oh just shut up and hand me six of the M6 bolts please!"

"You sure they're the right ones and not just the ones you want to use? Anyway, you're closer, I thought you didn't want me to lean down?!" Henry huffed. "Nope, those aren't the right ones…" He snapped to his feet.

"Fine! You do it Miss Smart Arse, seeing as I'm the one who apparently can't read instructions—"

"Well are you sure you're reading the English side, not the French?" Henry turned to storm off. "Whoa there Nelly, I was only joking. God, what's gotten into you? Why are you taking this so seriously?"

"Because I want to be able to do as much as I can for you both. It's bad enough I'm already forty—"

"Wait, hang on. What do you mean?" He looked down at the floor, his eyes beginning to well.

"I mean, I'll be an older dad Ollie. I won't get the same amount of time with them as you will…" She tilted her head sadly and cupped Henry's face in her hands. "Then there'll be the times I won't be here and that'll rob me of them even more."

"Oh, darling. Look… nothing in life is promised. What I do know for sure is they'll be surrounded by so much love. You're going to be a fantastic dad, Henry. There's no one else I'd rather have in your place. Well… no one I've met." They smirked at each other.

"You're right. Besides, you could always go first…" She kicked him in the shin.

"As if I'd get that lucky! Remember though, I work for myself and you also have a lot of flexibility. But either way, I'll do everything I can to make sure you get as much time with them as possible. I mean, not too much of course, that would hardly be right…" Henry smiled at her again.

"You'd really do that for me?"

"For the three of us, of course! I don't want you to miss out on them growing up either. We're a team, remember? And baby's not going to change that." He swallowed the lump in his throat.

"You make me so happy." She tutted.

"Soppy bollocks…" But they shared a kiss and Henry held her close, gazing down at the bump hitting his stomach. "I'm sorry, I was just panicking. You're showing now and it's feeling that much more real—"

"I know sweetheart, I worry about what kind of parent I'm going to be as well. But we both learned a lot from our childhoods and I'm sure we'll make the right choices." She gave him another kiss, patted his chest, and smiled. "For now though I think I’ll leave you to it, the instructions just repeat themselves for the next few pages so you should survive…" Henry gave her an anxious look.

"I'm sorry I'm not more handy, either. God, I just don't understand it… I can put a PC together but not a bloody cot!"

"Yeah, cos you're overthinking it! So long as it doesn't collapse inwardly on our child, I can't ask for anymore." He smirked and spanked her backside.

"Go on, get out of here. I'd rather go without your encouragement if that's the best you can do!" She gave Henry a wink and disappeared from the room.

***

"Knock, knock, how are you getting on?" She opened the door to find the cot almost finished. The view of their nearly complete nursery took her breath away. "Wow, I knew you could do it! And it only took the rest of the day…" He tutted as he picked up some spare screws from off the floor. "Seriously though, it looks great, how hard was it in the end?"

"Not bad actually, I mean I almost threw it out of the window at one point, but I made it work."

"Oh, I thought that was one of our neighbour's screaming 'fuck’ at the top of their lungs…" She then eyed the screws in Henry's hand. "How many of those do you have leftover exactly?"

"Not many thank you very much!"

"And they came with the cot didn’t they?"

"Well, where else would they have come from?!"

"Your head maybe?"

"Hysterical. Why don't you come and inspect my handy work if you're that concerned?!" She stepped up to the cot and jiggled several of the bars.

"Mmm, not too far apart, that's good. At least they won't get stuck." He rolled his eyes. "Not sure those drawers are plumb though…"

"What do you mean?! They're dead straight!" But she was too busy testing out one of the dropsides. As soon as she lifted it, it whooshed back into place with a sickening clank.

"Jesus Christ, that could take someone's head off!"

"Well, I followed the pissing instructions! What more can I do?!"

"Build a bloody cot, not a guillotine!" Henry sighed and referred back to the booklet.

"Ah, I see. I haven't lined up these two casings correctly…"

"Well I hope that's the extent of the snags, I'm scared to touch the sodding thing now…" He pursed his lips and before she knew it, she was quickly whipped into the cot.

"There, see! Sound as anything! If it can take you it can take any baby—"

"Henry, will you get me out of here, please?! This whole thing's gunna collapse!"

"Oh shush and go to sleep, or do you need burping?"

"HENRY!!!"

"Alright, alright." He carefully lifted her out and she thwacked his arm the minute her feet hit the ground. "Ow! What was that for?!"

"You know what for, I can't get up as easily anymore!" She pointed at her bump.

"Oh please, you struggled to do that anyway," another thwack landed on Henry's arm.

"Just for that, you're not getting the snack I bought up here."

"What do you mean? What snack?" He sighed and picked up his screwdriver when she walked off. She returned moments later, however, holding a plate piled high with thickly cut sandwiches. Henry's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Other than terrorising your pregnant wife and building a death trap, you've done a wonderful job. I'm so proud of you darling and I can't thank you enough, the nursery looks amazing. I can't believe it's finished, are you excited? Before we know it we'll have a little one rolling around in there!" She pointed eagerly toward the tiny mattress.

"I know, the last few months really have flown by. It's going to be so weird having another person in the house!"

"You're telling me, you won't be the loudest, stinkiest one here anymore—" she stopped mid-sentence. "Wait a minute. Is it me, or is the whole thing on the conk?" He quickly stepped into her line of sight.

"Nah, that's just a trick of the light. Well, thanks for the sarnies, you best be getting on—"

"So it is bloody wonky?! I knew it! Did you not put the feet on?" She squatted low to examine the floor.

"Uh-uh, no you don't. Come on, get up please, you know I don't want you in that position—"

"Since when?" Henry rolled his eyes.

"Alright I confess, I haven't attached all the feet just yet as the whole thing was getting a bit heavy—"

"Well let me help--"

"No fucking fear!"

"Oh, Henry I'm not stupid!"

"Well, you could have fooled me! Remember that spice rack you tried to put up? Ten minutes afterward it crash-landed on the oven—"

"Yeah, cos you gave me shit screws - there and elsewhere!" His mouth fell open.

"Well I won't even dignify that with a response—"

"Yeah, cos you don't have one." Henry looked up at the ceiling and tried not to laugh.

"Darling, you can mouth off all you like, this is my job and I'm going to finish it. Now off you fuck."

"Well, what choice do I have…"

"Ollie, will you please just piss off?!"

"Fine! When you're done stuffing your face, come hop in the shower with me…"

"God bless those pregnancy hormones—"

"Oh please! You're just all sweaty, you'll stink up the bed later—"

"Sure. I'm thirsty as well, ya didn't by any chance happen to bring up a lager?" She smiled knowingly and handed him a tall tin can from the pocket of her jumper.

"Trust you to sniff that out. Oh and keep that Allen key handy as well, you can bleed all the radiators once you're finished."

"God, you'll work me to bloody death at this rate!"

"Henry, you've got off easy. You're not the one having to carry another person around, have them squish your organs, go into labour, give birth—"

"No, but I'm still having to hear all about it!" Her eyebrows hit the ceiling. "I'm kidding, if you're that helpless, go get all soaped up and I'll be in to scrub your back…" Henry spanked her backside once more and she walked off holding up her middle finger.

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[pompadorbz]

I've started cooking up an au for hardcore!phil where instead of getting rescued by Kristin after his first flight he instead gets "rescued" by the ender king, who teleported him into the end kinda by mistake. This was the design for him i was gonna use but since this is technically for an au of this au i might make a more concrete one. More about this under the cut since i'm very normal about it.

This is kinda set in a version of hardcore where Enderpookie um! won. The end was never flooded, he slowly took more and more and became more and more powerful until he was able to take control of the other deities (all except kristin but that's a whole nother can of worms) as a means to survey the other realms and determine what to put his focus on and take over to the end.

But at this point, he's managed to collect so much from the other worlds despite their endless size (i imagine it being a wasteland not too dissimilar to 2b2t aesthetically, at least in the way where spawn is desolate but the further out you go the more life you see return to the land), that he's kinda grown bored of the same old resources. He wants something new to claim as his own!

He begins experimenting with focusing his power to other multiverses (called servers since i like getting meta-contextual to an extent but in the way that the end poem is meta-contextual) due to having become powerful enough, and it's through his first attempt that he teleports hc!phil into the end by complete accident, right as he's doing his leap of faith.

I'm still kinda fuzzy on this part so bear with me but basically after some back and forth Phil and Ender king make a deal. Ender King will give Phil the wings he's always wanted in exchange for Phil being used as an accomplice for petty theft, essentially. Ender King can teleport stuff to him but he can also do the opposite, so he starts teleporting Phil to other servers so that Pookie can do his usual surveillance thing like he does with the other deities, decide where to concentrate his power, and then steal from those worlds and back into hardcore.

he also allows Phil to "return" to hardcore through his dreams but in my mind its in a much more foggy and- for a lack of a better word "dreamlike" state and Ender king can do the same. He does it by possessing Phil outright, or appearing as either a headless crow thing or a secret other thing that I'm yet to design but I am very insane about, depending on the context. Just know that the crow is what manifests when he's trying to coerce Phil through being "friendly".

anyway I will. probably talk more about this once i have more art of it/if people ask nicely which please do stick your hands in the bars of my enclosure i promise you i am very sane and nromal

[py6oto]

working ... please wait

AHA!! you thought it was over. you thought i had moved on. you thought you were safe. you were not. it's still here and it will be lurking in the shadows for as long as i exist

unpixelated ver + extras under cut

boo

ive actually had these sprites done for a good while now. i just kept forgetting to post them. sorry!

look at them!! they're totally friendly please stick your hands through the bars of the enclosure

the way theyd function here is similar to tommy, too. theyre both extremely important in hlvrai as a whole, so id like them both to have an effect. bubby definitely something related to fire. coomer probably the powerleg effect from my previous lore dump post.

id like to mention these NPCs aren't the only representation they get in dream world, of course !! they play a very big role in gordons life right before these dreams, i imagine there's multiple creatures and objects across the worlds that represent more minuscule, careful details about them.

as much as gordon can like or dislike it, a trace of them is everywhere, in every door. even benrey, who he'd admittedly rather forget, is only slightly more difficult to find than anything else. theyre too important to be repressed.

im not sure if darnold and forzen would get their own black and white self (as i like to call it, because .. what else do i call it) since they were .. definitely there, and i love them, but they were both significantly minor appearances.

id say they do pretty memorable stuff though (one of them gives gordon a functioning minigun for an arm and one of them holds a dog hostage which i say is not something id forget personally) so they might not get full on sprites but simpler little guys. i dunno.

dream world concepts are super abstract and fun to play with, but it also makes things very tricky.

aneeways, im leaving this the way it is here because it's four and a half in the morning and if i try to think any longer im going to contract multiple heart diseases. bye!!

2023.08.27

[clingyduoapologist]

About time I made a proper pinned LMAOOOO

Anyways-

Hello, yes, it is I, the famous, suave, and dashing tumblr user clingyduoapologist, or clings if you prefer.

He/him dudebro (woahg just like cTommy :0)

Also here is my ao3

Follow if you like cTommy or just really good posts, also if you like randomly being assaulted by atla/percy jackson/Star Wars (maybe assassin’s creed for some reason)

Block if you hate little guys, if you don’t have a soul, if you despise seeing girl bosses winning etc.

Uh don’t really know what to write here but yeah that’s me say hi I don’t bite I prommy prommy prommy stick your hands through the bars of my enclosure please please please ple

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2023: October 24th

Day 24: Bratty Sub, Anal/Oral Training, Caging

Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 812

Warnings: Caging, collaring, dom/sub dynamic, nude reader/clothed Marcus, oral (male receiving), praise

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There’s always a slight rattle to the door, giving you time to look over. To reposition yourself the way that you know he prefers you to be sitting. The way a good girl greets him. 

The bars of the cage are wide enough for you to stick your hand through. Comfortable enough that you can lay down when you curl up or sit up without feeling cramped. It was a very nice enclosure. You could definitely have worse. 

Your collar tinkles slightly, the bell at the hollow of your throat is one that you had been embarrassed about when he had clipped it around your throat. Making him aware every time you move. It’s impossible to keep from moving when he’s thrusting into your body, filling you with his cock so hard you rock forward. 

Coming to your hands and knees, you tilt your head down, keeping your eyes on the space right in front of the cage that he will be standing in just a few moments. The door swings open quietly, just a whisper of sound and then a pleased hum makes your cunt clench. He likes when you obey him without any reminding of what you need to do. Obviously today you had been positioned perfectly. 

“Good girl.” Your entire body lights up, listening to the praise and the soft sound of his steps as he comes closer. He always moves so quietly, it’s not a heavy tread to make you wary but a soft step that has you yearning for his presence. His feet come into view, still wearing socks but he’s obviously removed his shoes. Still dressed in his smart suit pants and you wonder if he has to leave. 

He is probably looking down, most likely is. Admiring the way your naked body is presented to him. You don’t move, trying to keep the bell quiet and be the door girl that he had praised when he walked in. 

Your cage is your safe space. All the anxiety from the outside word is left outside the door of the metal crate. The lock protects you from what is beyond. Your worries are limited to just what pleases him and nothing else. 

“Eyes up.” You eagerly start to lift your eyes from where they were focused on his socked feet. Sliding up his thighs and over his groin, his cock already hard underneath the layers that separate him from you. Your pussy throbs and he must know that because he hums again. 

Continuing up his chest, covered in a snow white dress shirt and a tie that’s already been pulled loose from the knot at his throat, the tails hang loose, making him look even more handsome and slightly disheveled. The slight stubble that he complained about growing out because it itched, but he also preferred it over the smooth cheeked look that he had sported for a long time. You think that either look is sexy on him and say so when he asks you. 

Over the aquiline nose that he hates and you adore, up to his warm, melted caramel eyes. Eyes that can appear darker when he’s upset or angry, but now they are soft, focused on you and betraying the lust that is swimming in them. 

“Hello, pet.” He chuckles as he reaches down and flicks open the belt around his waist. “You have been so good for me today, haven’t you?” 

You nod, eager to show him that you will continue to be good. “Yes sir.” You whisper quietly. 

“It’s so good to see that you didn’t try to escape.” He smirks slightly at the lock that is on the door, preventing you from getting out even if you wanted to. “I always love when my good girl stays put. Enjoys the nice little spot that I’ve made for you. Isn’t it nice?” 

“Yes sir.” You nod quickly again, agreeing with him. 

Marcus pulls his cock out and pumps it a few times in his hands as he shuffles closer and slides it through the opening in the bars of the cage he has you in. “Continue being a good girl and suck daddy’s cock and I’ll let you out to fuck you this time.” He promises, deciding that he won’t fuck you through the cage like he had the last few times. You deserve a treat for not trying to get out. You deserve to come out for a few hours. 

His cock twitches and he looks down expectantly. “Open that pretty mouth, sweetheart, daddy wants to cum.” 

You moan and open your mouth obediently, eager to do exactly what he wishes so Marcus will let you out. He will keep his word. He always does. Despite the fact that Marcus Pike keeps you in a cage, he treats you like his perfect little pet and you love it. “Good girl.” 

[zzeraphilm]

May I request a story or headcanons of Jolyne x fem!stand user? Reader has a seemingly useless yet odd stand: she can make noses grow like Pinocchio whenever she or her stand pokes a nose. Her and Jolyne are far from each other, which gives reader the idea to use her stand to make her nose grow to Jolyne to send notes. Sometimes reader will surprise Jolyne by making her nose grow to reader instead. Jolyne can surprise reader by kissing her nose, and vice versa. Jolyne could help reader find ways her stand can help whether it be for fun with her and friends, or with help escaping prison. I hope this is okay, and may your summer be fun and safe 🧡

Thank you so much for your request! Apologies it took a while, I've been so busy with work! My requests are always open! Please do follow my guidelines for any questions you may have

Jolyne Kujoh x F!Stand User!Reader

Words: 850

The steel iron door slammed shut, Jolyne Kujoh had been began her first step in her long winded plan to save her father. The punishment ward was a cruel world compared to the general prison, in their own isolated rooms, each prisoner was served the more grotesque food straight from the garbage. The other locked up inmates, mainly men, were tormenting her to the edge, one man threw his own faeces through the bars of her cell. She had to focus, but each day that passed, she had to suppress her desire to call Stone Free out. She had to stick to the plan or else hers and her friends’ lives were endanger. 

“Psst.” 

Across the metallic yard, a pair of E/C orbs peaked through the bars. 

“Pssst!” 

All of a sudden, her nose extended through the bars almost stabbing Jolyne’s eye out. She poked it thinking it would be soft to touch, yet she was surprised by its rigid nature. The skin was still smooth, tiny hairs still lined the tip of the nose, she tried pinching it to see a reaction, but not even a flinch happened. At the end of the nose, was a small ripped paper.

Hello :D I’m Y/N. I saw your stand, looks cool. 

Jolyne was stunned, she poked her head through the bars to look at the girl opposite. Her eyes squinted, even through the door you could practically see her smile. Her eyes darted across the hall, only one sleeping guard. Jolyne unravelled a small line of string from her index finger to grab a tiny pebble off the ground. Quickly, she used it to scratch her reply on the back of the paper. 

I guess this is your stand then, Pinocchio. Jolyne Kujoh

She licked the tip of her finger and folded the paper over the tip of Y/N’s nose. With a swift motion, her nose jolted back across the yard. Her soft giggle echoed throughout the metallic hall. Before Jolyne could sneak a tiny peak through her cell bars, the same stained paper landed In front of her almost poking her eye out. 

Bananarama :3

The green-haired girl pocketed the little note into her bra, caressing the creased folds. She turned and left a light kiss upon the tip of Y/N’s nose, despite being tormented behind these steel walls, Jolyne still found the beauty in humans during their darkest times. Bananarama jolted back into Y/N’s enclosure. From a far, the two girls continued to communicate through whatever means necessary, through their stands, morse code or hand signs. Their estimated reunion was to be sweet, Jolyne had been giddily dreaming of showering Y/N’s face with kisses galore, having only seen her from a far and hearing the tiniest of whispers of her voice. 

Instead they were met with an unexpected enemy. The ladies had to put aside their desires and face their opponent, whose stand almost outmatched Jolyne and Y/N’s combined wit and strategic plans. Y/N hurriedly explained how Bananarama lacked any practical combat skills, wailing how useless they felt to help the woman they cared for. Jolyne was practically crumbling with fatigue and Stone Free had unwound itself to the point of no return. In the midst of the fight Y/N was pinned against the steel walls, taking hit after hit, a flurry of punches, kicks and stabs leaving her completely shattered. 

Jolyne had used too much of her energy on manifesting Stone Free, as she clutched her side, she could see pools of blood accumulate in her palm. A flicker of her first member with Y/N kicked her back into consciousness, remembering how fast Bananarama was when cast, how it withstood insane damage whilst showing no signs of harming its user. 

Jolyne cried, “Use Bananarama like a sword! Now Y/N! Whilst there’s a moment of hesitation in his punches!” 

Within a second, Y/N’s nose blasted through the head of the enemy stand user. His moment of hesitation was their golden ticket, Y/N flung the stand away with a swift swing of her head. Jolyne drew her last efforts of power to bring herself back up. Both girls began to beat the ever loving hell out of the enemy before them, until he cowered back into the shadows. 

“Holy shit! That was insane JoJo!” 

Before the two could face each other, Bananarama poked Jolyne’s cheek harshly.

“Oh shit, sorry doll!” With a swipe, Y/N’s nose was back to its original length. She giggled at Jolyne’s teasing. Their hands landed on each others waist, drawing them closer to one another. In the middle of the steel cell yard, piles and piles of unconscious bodies surround them. They share their first kiss together, foreheads touching and smiles dancing across their faces.

“You’re so adorable, even with your Pinocchio nose.” 

“Oh really?” Suddenly, Jolyne’s own nose began to stretch by the speed of light thanks to Y/N’s pinch of the green-haired woman’s nose. They could only laugh at the scene around them before FF and Annasui found them. 

[skepticalfrogcat]

Well folks, here he is. My most wonderful boy. YES I did draw him just for this, higher res version under the cut.

(ASK ME ABOUT HIM PLEASE IF THERE'S ANYTHING YOU WANT TO KNOW ASK ME ASK ME PLEASE stick your hand through the bars of my enclosure I promise I won't bite)

((Also just sneakily tagging a couple people who seemed interested in Him just in case 👀 @otakudreamer @werkwerkelizaaa @what-do-you-mean-theyre-evil))

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Here he is up close, for the people :)

[faggotstump]

I am so normal about music please stick your hand through the bars of my enclosure.

[fatuismooches]

ok im having pantalone thoughts and i cannot keep them to myself (i just wanna ramble rq please dont treat this like a rq u probably already have a lot piling up 🫂 take care of yourself :3)

ok so like, pantalone with a darling who prefers to give him handmade gifts??? yes please (this may or may not be because im getting into making kandi) like, ok so imagine pantalone seeing his darling working on a bracelet, but it's hard to see!! So he goes to try to peek and they hide the bracelet going "it's a surprise >:( no peeking !!!!" and so he's like ":< ok fine" and then later that day the darling is like "ok close your eyes" and they put the bracelet on him with the most proud look on their face !!!! and while yeah it would be nowhere near as expensive as one of the rings decorating his fingers but to him it's priceless because!!! omg darling made it just for him!! anyway im totally normal and sane and totally not running around in circles please stick your fingers through the bars of my enclosure I promise i wont bite you again please - 🎈

As someone who LOVES handmade gifts I am caressing this ask dearly. (I totally don't have tiktoks saved on DIY gifts 🧎‍♀️)

Omg cuz like. I feel like Pantalone would adore handmade gifts more than the other Harbingers. Since he can literally buy anything he wants. So when you make him something with your own two hands he's like !!! So in love!! He's treasuring it forever! What you gave him cannot be purchased with money anywhere, it's unique and priceless. So he's always looking forward to what next creation you make for him (and he's providing the Mora for the materials no questions asked.) Pantalone especially loves watching you! Whatever your craft is, he finds it interesting to see what you do. But if you keep it a secret he'll find it amusing and pout a bit and try to persuade you to just let him get a peek (be on guard soldier he has A SILVER TONGUE). But ultimately will let you do you since thinking about your little surprise will keep him sane throughout the Fatui paperwork. (The Fatui soldiers know better than to say anything when you give him your cute little gifts to one of the richest people in Teyvat. They want to keep their heads.)

(He has a little box of all of your gifts in it and when he's feeling down or just misses you he takes them out and plays with them and just. Falls more in love.)

Running laps with you rn 🎈 anon, the Pantalone brainrot is STRONG

[askthesinclairs]

Please stick your fingers through the bars of my enclosure... please... please! please! PLEASE! PLEASE!!

I promise I am friendly and entirely non threatening...!

-🧶

"..yea nuh uh.." *Bo has walked away with Vincent, thus the only one being left there was Lester. and yes he sticks his hand into the cage, wuh oh*

[milksteakkk]

Trent total drama

I’m very sane for him

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I miss my dumb princess dead wife Trent

hes so my wife that i miss dearly. im very normal about him please stick your hands through the bar of my enclosure (ask me about trent) i wont bite i promise

[fridayisblackforme]

Our Word from 36 Questions is so Artemis Fowl II coded btw. My brain is huge about him. That and You'd Be Paranoid Too (If Everyone Was Out To Get You) but that one is specifically Atlantis Complex Artemis

Guys please ask me about Artemis Fowl I want to yell about these books at to someone. Please I don't bite you can stick your hands through the bars of my enclosure please please please

[swappydear]

Please stick your hands through thr bars of my enclosure pleasepleasepleasePLEASE PLEAAASE

I PROMISE YOU! I AM FRIENDLY! AND ENTIRELY NON-THREATENING

:3