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[chapel-of-rizztual]

*cracks knuckles* cute fluffy headcanons coming up!

- The Ghouls are able to sense menstrual cycles within the Siblings of Sin and will take turns in checking in on said Sibling, making sure they are fairing okay. They are great at kneading and giving massages as well as keeping Sibling’s warm and cozy. Mountain in particular will get very protective and wrap them up in his arms and tail.

- Swiss has to show Phantom which items are safe to drink from and which ones aren’t, ever since Phantom “Bongwater” Ghoul drank from one of the Ghoulette’s old bongs.

- Mountain has numerous little burrows and caves that he has magically de-bugged. No spiders or creepy crawlies in there. He takes his mates to those places, entrances often covered by lichen or different vines. Inside there are animal pelts and some snacks. He likes to mate in secret.

These are so cute I’m literally crying!! The thought of Mountain having secret little burrows is so insanely adorable. He’s always moving the entrance so only he knows where it is at all times. He’s very selective about who he takes down there, even though all the ghouls and Copia have been down there, he only lets people he fully trusts in there. It’s his special place he doesn’t want it to be ruined. The new ghouls have yet to be shown Mountains secret burrows but they’re getting close. I could write a full fic on this I love the idea so much!

The image of freshly summoned Phantom immediately lunging for an old bong and downing the water while all other ghouls watch in pure horror is so funny to me. Before he officially named Swiss gave him the nickname of bongwater, and despite behind named now the nickname kinda stuck. Swiss also caught him drinking from puddles and old bath water. He’s still getting use to using glasses and mugs, okay?

I hc that ghouls can smell blood, especially water ghouls, they’re a little shark like, so they can always smell it and know who to take extra care with that week. Dew and Swiss get used as heat packs, and while Dew will always complain about it, he never stops purring when he’s helping a sibling. Phantom and Aether are very happy to get used as real life painkillers, Phantom especially loves the extra attention.

[friendly-neighborhood-lich-queen]

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[daily-spooky]

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[moodyvoid]

idk if i talked about this before here, but yn being just as insane as dabi, so they bring endeavor (who is half dead) to some random location for dabi to kill him as an anniversary gift

Dabi: “You kidnapped Endeavor?”

You: “What? Like it’s hard?”

[14dayswithyou]

I'm going to be a little evil :3c /silly

*I have stolen all of their headwear, leaving only FROGGY HAT in his closet.*

"Boy it sure is chilly today. Don't forget to wear a scarf and a hat when you come pick me up, okay [REDACTED]?"

✦゜ANSWERED: I believe in froggy hat [REDACTED] supremacy 🖤🐸

He knew. Of course he knew. [REDACTED]'s security system alerted him the second you stepped foot into his apartment, and it took the dark-haired hacker almost all of his willpower not to rush home and see you. But alas, he had other matters to attend to and messes to clean up here. Things he couldn't risk putting on hold, lest he pay the consequences for them later.

So, [REDACTED] settles for watching you through his cracked phone screen as you try to sneak your way around his apartment. They didn't really understand why you felt the need to be so secretive; you knew your boyfriend would be out for the day, you had his spare keycard and access to the entire 14th floor, and [REDACTED] had made it explicitly clear early on in the relationship that everything he owned was yours completely. Nothing was off limits to you, and that included every inch of his living space.

...And even himself.

Curiously, they watch with keen interest as you quietly slide the door to his walk-in closet open and take in your surroundings once more — making sure that you really were alone in his dimly-lit bedroom. But barely a moment passes before you stride in with a newfound purpose, unzip your backpack, and begin to stash all of his caps and beanies inside.

Well, alright then. If you decided he no longer needed those items, then so be it. He was never one to deny you anything.

But in retrospect, you were honestly doing [REDACTED] a favour. He genuinely didn't really need those items in his possession anymore — especially considering how he had no real reason to conceal his identity from you after all these years of being together.

He could never forget about that pivoted moment in time when you opened up to your beloved hacker about his rather... intense need to watch over you 24/7. And after you had scolded him multiple times for stalking you from darkened corners and alleyways outside your apartment complex, [REDACTED] had all but tried to change his ways. To better themselves for you.

After all, you deserved nothing less.

Glancing back at his phone once more, [REDACTED] takes in every little movement you make as you continue to tuck away his belongings; down to the turn of your head and the flex in your muscles. Not a single twitch or glance goes unnoticed under his watchful gaze — and had the dark-haired man not been so enraptured by your ministrations — he surely would've noticed that it was just about time for him to start packing his tools up and head home.

Home, in time for the date you had planned for the evening.

But the way you purposefully moved around his closet had [REDACTED] in a trance. You were extremely methodical about the things you were swiping from his shelves; neatly packing away all of the headgear, earmuffs, and scarves on display (and even the ones hidden within the depths of his drawers!). Yet... One single item remained in the aftermath of your wake.

Atop one of the lone shelves in the corner, it sits, isolated from the rest of its kind. Worn out yet well loved; it was no more than a novelty item your boyfriend had originally won for you from a crane game. But even after their constant insistence that you should keep it, you rebutted it all by saying it'd look better on him instead — all while pushing the cute, froggy hat back into his hands with a teasing smile.

("If you keep bleaching your hair like that," his real name falls from your lips like sweet nectar, "All of your hair will fall out. When that happens, you can use this to keep your bald head warm!"

"...When that happens? Hmph. You're gettin' cheeky." With a smile of his own, your boyfriend reaches out to gently pinch your cheek. "I haven't touched m'hair in ages.")

So after watching you be so meticulous with the items you were "robbing", the hacker couldn't help but wonder what your main motive was. Why leave that silly, little frog hat alone unless... Did you want him to wear it? You knew [REDACTED] would never say no to you — let alone to a frivolous request — but admittedly, they did find it rather endearing to watch you put in all that effort just for him.

Just like how he used to be... Back before you opened the curtains of his life and brought sunshine into his heart.

Gone are the days of "Ren", when [REDACTED] had to snoop around your apartment just to get any sort of inclination of what your type and interests might be. No longer did [REDACTED] have to "borrow" some of your old clothing to keep himself company on lonely nights; to put them over his pillow and pretend like it was you he was holding close to his chest. He no longer had to steal your presents and tokens out of spite and jealousy — only to return them days later once they noticed how upset it made you.

Too caught up in reminiscing about the past, [REDACTED] had almost missed your swift getaway from his bedroom. Living up to your nickname, you glide down the staircase and across his foyer as if you sprouted angel wings on your back and stroll into the elevator, before closing the door and pulling out your phone.

And just like clockwork, [REDACTED]'s camera feed gets replaced by the bright red and green call buttons that shake and taunt him at the bottom of the screen — alongside the personalised caller photo of you smiling towards the sunset ocean with [REDACTED]'s jacket atop your shoulders. The dark-haired man leaves no room for pause before he's swiping his finger across the screen and eagerly anticipating the sound of your voice.

You greet him in that casual, nonchalant tone of yours, and [REDACTED] had to resist the urge to start recording the call — to save the addictive timbre of your voice for when he needs to hear it the most.

"Man... It sure is chilly today, don't you think?"

There's the familiar sound of tacky elevator music playing in the background, and part of [REDACTED] thinks you're purposefully calling him right now to let him in on your (not so) secret escapades... To let them know where you are.

Or perhaps you were already aware that he knows, if the way you were glancing up at the elevator camera was anything to go by.

Regardless, you don't give away any other telling signs as your beloved hacker watches you through the camera. Your bag is still carefully slung over a shoulder, while one of his old, black university caps received the pleasure of being fiddled with in your hand. Your voice returns once more, and it causes a grin to form on his lips.

"Don't forget to wear a scarf and a hat when you come pick me up, okay?"

There's a newfound teasing lilt in your tone, which has [REDACTED] latching on to your every word with bated breath and scrambling for a reply.

"'Course. Wouldn't miss our date for the world. 'N make sure y'stay warm too, angel." Without missing a beat, he easily takes his place in your little game. "Wouldn't wanna misplace your jacket 'n get cold now, would we?"

Your pixelated smile on the screen gives everything away.

You hear the unmistakable sound of [REDACTED]'s sports motorbike before you see it; watching the corner of your street as he appears from the darkness like a phantom.

And like the gentleman that he is, [REDACTED] doesn't make you stray far from the safety of the streetlamp either. The moment your boyfriend pulls up in front of you, one of his large hands reaches around your waist to draw you near (almost as if he'd gone years without being in your presence), while the other makes quick work of the latch of his helmet. In one swift motion, he pulls it off and rests it against the tank—

Only to reveal that cute, pastel green frog hat sitting atop his head.

He can't help but smile when you do; clearly pleased that he went through with your silly request. At that, you let out a low hum of appreciation as you lean against your boyfriend's chest, and [REDACTED] returns the favour by bending down and pressing a chaste kiss against the crown of your head as well.

"...Think y'could give this unworthy prince another kiss, love?" Your beloved boyfriend leans in closer until your lips are millimetres away from touching, "Otherwise I might stay cursed t'live in this froggy form forever."

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[brucewaynehater101]

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I present to you like a cat with a dead bird, my idea based on this prompt <3 (also its super late I actually forgot this in my notes)

It was hard to notice, but after it's been pointed out, it was even harder not to notice.

He doesn't know what kind of fucked up game the two were doing, but it absolutely fucking sucked.

"Jason." Bruce says casually, unaware of Jason's eyes lingering on Tim as he tenses slightly from where he was seated. After a moment, his shoulders relax again and he continues his video game.

"...what."

Bruce blanks for a moment. He shakes his head. "Sorry, I meant Tim."

Tim turns to look at Bruce, pausing his game. "Yeah, B?"

"Update me on the missing heart case, I need to know how far along you are, I might have new ideas on who the thief is." Tim nods.

"I'll send my files tonight." He turns back to his game and unpauses it. Bruce nods and leaves, and Jason just stares at Tim.

"You're trying to burn me with your glare or something? Do I have something on my back?" Tim remarks.

"You reacted to Bruce calling me. Why?"

Tim pauses the game and looks at him. "Uh, cause he came out of nowhere?"

Jason knows that was a fat lie.

"You never react when Bruce calls Damian or Dick. Just me. Why?" Logically, it could've been a fear thing. However, Jason knows that Robin number three only feared three things. Alfred, parental supervision, and Joker. (which, fair. Who *wasn't* amiright?) So to have the pretender flinch or tense at the mere mention of his name, specifically from *Bruce's* mouth, means something, and it better be good or else he was shooting both of them on the foot.

Tim shakes his head, scoffs, turns his game off and stands up to leave the room. "I don't know what to tell you, Jay. It just happens."

Jason's brow furrows together. "Yeah, but only with *my* name from *his* mouth. The fuck is up with that, birdbrain?"

Tim leaves the room, a loud call of "leave it be, Jason!" following after him.

......

Jason, obviously, does not leave it be. "I wanna know. Why can't I know? Is it some weird game you and B have?"

"Sure, Hood." Another fat lie. Jason's been stalking the duo for a few weeks. Bruce calls Tim 'Jason' even without him, Jason, being present in the room. And Tim, on instinct again, tenses, flinches, looks and freakin *responds*. Pavlov or something. Jason frowns at him.

"You're lying. You're a lying liar who lies, liar." Tim rolls his eyes.

Alfred smiles at the duo as he dries some dishes on the dish rack. "And why, may I ask, is master Timothy a, and I quote, 'a lying liar who lies'?"

Jason pouts at him. "He and B do this weird thing, and it's been buggin' me out, Alf!"

"He's lying, B and I don't do a 'weird thing', *He's* the lying liar who lies." In a moment,

Dick walks in wearing Barbara's barbie crop top. "Why is everyone a liar all of a sudden?" He asks, sitting on the barstool beside them. "Did I miss anything?"

Jason grumbles. "B keeps calling Tim by my name and he keeps responding. Tim's trying to gaslight me into thinking it's not a big deal." And Jason could be daydreaming, but he knows he's not. Alfred just flinched.

Dick hums. "I don't think it's a prank. B wouldn't play along with Tim's pranks, maybe he's growing senile." Dick laughs. Tim laughs with him and Jason stares at Alfred.

"That's what I said!" Tim snorts.

Alfred catches Jason's gaze and looks away. Dick was right. It wasn't a prank.

"Ooh! Actually, Timmy. Babs was working on this new coding system that's meant to prank a few rogues. Wanna work on it with us?" Tim's eyes *sparkle*.

"Yes." He says, breathless. He hops off and leaves the room, Dick following right behind him, excited babbles fading as they move farther away. Alfred continues drying dishes.

"You know."

"I know a lot of things, Master Jason."

"But Alf, you *know*. Why does-"

"Peace very rarely comes to this manor anymore, Master Jason. Perhaps Master Timothy was right. Let the matter pass, lad."

Jason flinches. Alfred never calls him 'lad', not unless it was important. Despite his instincts telling him not to, he lets the matter go.

......

So maybe he *is* a lying liar who lies, because he does not let the matter go.

He may not be as dedicated to the screens as Babs and Tim were, but he knew his way around it a bit. His eyes scan through the years of catalogue, finding anything and everything worth something.

(And thats where this ends cause idk where I was going with this?)

I very much so appreciate a link ^^

Hmm... Let's see...

~~~~

He's not sure what he was expecting to find, but it certainly wasn't hundreds of videos dated and organized. The computer highlights a collection of them as relevant to his search.

With a glance around to check his surroundings, Jason presses play.

Bruce is sitting facing the batcomputer's camera with his head in his hands as his elbows rest on the desk. He drags his palms against his face until he peers dejectedly up at the camera. He's practically mumbling through his fingers as he confesses,"I called him Jason again."

With a sigh, he drops both hands onto the table. "I had promised him I'd stop doing that." His gaze drifts to the side and his lips purse into a frown.

"I just- They're so different. I know that. I do. Those two boys couldn't have been more different if they tried.

Jason would spend hours holded up in the library with a classic in his hands. When asked, he could go on for hours about the greater meaning and plot devices. He could give a lecture on the color of the fucking carpet the author chose.

Tim, on the other hand, I don't even know if he knows which shelf in the Manor's library stores those novels. He'd rather be buried under a pile of metal scraps or files of cold cases.

Where Jason was cocky, Tim is snarky. Where Jason would bristle, Tim deflects. Where Jason's smile was beaming, Tim's is crooked.

They aren't the same... But fuck."

He glances at the camera as his shoulders slump.

"Fuck." He worries his bottom lip between his teeth as his forehead creases in anguish.

"I love Tim like a son. I care about him and worry for him. He means the world to me."

He huffs, his lip twitching upwards in dismayed humor. "And I can't stop failing him. I can't even get his fucking name right."

His nose scrunches in disgust at himself. "I-"

He shakes his head with a scoff. Laying his arms on the chair's armrests, he leans back. "No. There's no excuse. Even if they look the same, even if that look in their eye is the same, the one where they seem to think Batman is some kind of hero, that's no excuse. Tim's his own person. It doesn't matter that I want Jason back. It doesn't matter that I just want my son back."

Bruce's breath hitches as his eyes flutter shut. "Jason won't ever come home. He's not here and he'll never be here again."

The armrests creak under the grip of his hands.

"But Tim's right there, Bruce. I need to get this right."

His eyes open to stare at the camera.

"For Tim."

The video ends.

Jason wouldn't have clicked on it if he knew it was... a video diary? The Bats are nosy and invasive on a good day, but this feels like a major breach of boundaries and privacy. He shouldn't have watched it.

Yet, he doesn't click away.

He's not processing the rest of the video (those are 4am in the bathtub with a bottle of rum kind of realizations), but one thought sticks out to him.

Bruce still calls Tim "Jason." Why?

And Jason should leave. He should exit out of the folder and flee to his apartment. He should buy out a liquor store or smoke through a pack of cigarettes.

He shouldn't be clicking on the next video... But nobody else will tell him. He tried asking them.

Fuck it.

[fanaticsnail]

Would you bless us with Info about what fics your are working on at the moment, or what we can expect next from you? 👀✨

Lots of Love !

Hi Anon!!

Now that my asks are working again, I have a fair few kissing booth fics I need to get through! I hope I'll be able to complete a few of them soon.

In my drafts currently, I have some of my half to gift swapping for Rosinante x f!reader, Beckman x m!reader, Ace x f!reader, Buggy x f!reader, Law x f!reader, Aokiji x f!reader (NSFW), and a Smoker x f!reader (NSFW) that I am prioritising. Their recipients have all written and created little presents for me, and I can't wait to give them their gifts from me in return.

I also have a few paragraphs written for 'Hey Doc' and half of a fic for Heartbeats part 2 (Law x f!reader pregnancy) that I'd love to share. Then there's the 'dreaming of you' for ASL that I just can't seem to match up to the right vibe. It's been driving me crazy. There's also some older requests that I have been having a go at, considering I'm in my 'kid-pirate era' currently: Hanahaki for a Kid x gn!reader x Killer.

The fic I have written the most of is for Rosinante, but it reads more like a fairytale than anything else. Lots of fantasy themes in it, and I'd love to have more time to do it justice.

In my personal life, I have been booked as a session musician for an event this weekend, and have been prioritising my time to get my set list sorted and memorised so I can have fun with it. Country dance event, the other band members are so much fun: drummer, pianist and bassist all know each other and are just like 3 goofy uncles.

I think that's it so far. I would also like to say thank you for baring with me while I make some OC content and drawings. I do this as an exercise when my words aren't working and I need to focus on something else to keep the creativity flowing. Tobiuo has been fun to play with and I would love to tell her story one day.

[blindmagdalena]

So, homelander completely naked, while you completely dressed🤔

Thoughts?

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clothed/unclothed is one of my FAVORITE kinks!!! i'm very horny for Homelander's suit (and him compulsively coming in his pants) so i usually leave him in it, but turning the tables on him is so, so good.

for as reluctant as Homelander is to be vulnerable, it's also something he craves. he wants so badly to be seen beyond his facade, to be his genuine self and be loved for it, not despite it.

so to literally strip him down bare and just worship his body as it is would be precisely up his alley. by staying clothed you make sure the focus remains entirely on him, his body, his pleasure, his acceptance.

he'd be uncomfortable at first, too exposed, squirming, but you'd be able to talk him into relaxing. praising him and touching him slowly, coaxing him into lying down and just enjoying being enjoyed.

touching him all over and asking him what feels good, what doesn't, what he likes, what tickles and what makes him want more. he's so used to being used and commodified. he's rarely ever a participant in other people's enjoyment of him. you could change that, though.

it would be heaven for him. 🖤

[booplesnotts-art]

any you vibe with! thank you for feeding this fandom so generously 🙏

How about two Hecates?

(Plus a bonus softbroom🖤)

Currently working on a little Hecate doodle page so I’m sure there’s bound to be more

[monster-match-if]

The questions I have is how will the Partial Ros work out? Like can they also be end game? Also how will that work with the show? 🤔 bc are they part of it or no? Bc I just imagine going on a "date" with a regular Ro and say your with a Partial like I just imagine them not being happy about it.

Sorry for all the questions 😅 just my brain wondering

That's a great question! The answer is different for each of them, but yes, they are both end game.

The way I have it set up, the full ROs will only be locked at the final recoupling (last day of week 3 or first of 4, I can't remember exactly). Until then, MC is free to change ROs at every recoupling, flirt and hook up with whoever and partake in other group activities consequence free, hehe. This doesn't apply to the partial ROs.

Ragnar (werewolf) is technically a full RO and MC can couple up with him from Day 1. The partial status comes from the restrictions his route has: it's available for F MC only, he will break up with MC permanently if they cheat or come back with a different RO from Casa Amor and it's the only route that will lock in the romance in Week 2. He will clearly state from Day 1 that if MC and him will couple up, he expects MC to be exclusive even if it's early days. MC can get to know the others, fair, but not blatantly flirt or cheat. If MC crosses that line he will get that they are not compatible and step away from any potential romance, no hard feelings. So you can either permanently lock in the romance and not see the spicy options with the others, or be locked out of his route after week 1.

If MC on Ragnar's route is also seeing the Host, again, Ragnar will find out and break up with MC. If MC is loyal, when the romance is locked in week 2, it also permanently locks MC out of the Host route. You basically can't play these 2 routes simultaneously beyond week 1.

Sei (naga) is the Host of the show and clearly MC can't couple up with him. It will start as a fwb thing, then catch the feels and finally lock in maybe a day or two before the full ROs. By lock, I mean you'll no longer see the spicy options for the RO MC is coupled up with and instead play a role with the final couple. MC can basically romance him in almost parallel with the full ROs up until then - with the exception of a few chapters where MC will have to choose who to spend time with. You'll start by meeting him at night or in the confessional booth, he'll whisk MC away from some group activities and things like that. He's the Host, he knows where the cameras are and the best spots on the island 🤭

Sei will get extremely jealous and possessive, I need to put a few more warnings in his route 😂 But MC will basically go through with the show but not stay with the RO at the end, and instead choose Sei.

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hi please feel free to ignore this but ive been having a rough time and would adore some regressor phantom hurt/comfort. maybe little guy bends too far on stage and hurts himself or something, idk just so long as their comfort ❤️

He was so desperate to impress Dew that when Dew has pointed the floor, expecting him to drop to his knees before him, he had done, no questions asked. The problem was it was outdoor venue. And it was raining. Just as he was bending backwards to get his head to hit the floor behind him, his knee slipped, causing his back to jolt. 

 Immediately he felt pain spark all the way up his spine and down to the bottom of his back. He let out a whine, hoping Dew didn’t hear him, and he gently bent himself back up into a upright position. More pain bloomed under his skin as he did, he felt it wrap around his spine and constrict. 

He played as usual, not wanting anyone to guess something was wrong. The pain was bad, each step he took make it worse. By the end of the show he’s limping, his head is spinning with the fuzzy feeling he gets when he feels small. During final bows he’s next to Rain, and he squeezes the water ghouls hand tightly, feeling like he’ll topple over if he doesn’t. Rain gives him a look, even under his mask Phantom can feel it, it’s like Rain knows. 

He lets Rain pull him off stage, whimpering as soon as they’re hidden backstage, feeling tears fall down his cheek behind his mask. 

“H-hurts, Rainy. Hurts.”

Rain pulls him into his dressing room, shutting the door behind him. 

“I know, baby. I saw what happened.” 

He undoes Phantom’s helmet, pulling off his head, cooing as he does. 

“Oh, there’s no need to tears, babyboy.”

Phantom sniffles, a new batch of tears flowing down his cheeks. 

“Hurts so badly, Rainy. I don’t-I can’t-“ 

He’s cut off by a sob wracking thought him. 

“Please help me. Make the hurt stop.” His bottom lip wobbles. 

Rain brushes the tears on his cheeks away with his thumb, rubbing gentle circles on his cheek. 

“I’ve got you, baby. Gunna look after you, make you feel better.” 

Rain very carefully peels Phantom’s shirt off. Phantom whimpers the whole time, his eyes screwing shut as he sobs out again. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, darling. But we have to get it off to help you.” 

Phantom whimpers again, his eyes still screwed shut, shaking his head. 

Rain coos at him again, finally pulling shirt off him, 

“Being so good for me, baby. So brave for me.” 

Phantom perks up a little at the praise, letting out a little chirp at the praise. 

Before any of them can say anything, the dressing room door opens and Dew walks in. He’s changed from his stage uniform, wearing black sweatpants and no shirt, his hair down from its braid, the black stage makeup still smudged around his eyes and mouth. 

“How bad is it? I saw his leg slip, it can’t be good, right?” 

“I don’t think it’s that bad.” Rain rubs at Phantom’s belly in a confronting way. “I think he’s just pulled a muscle, I don’t think there’s any bruising or swelling.” 

Dew checks over Phantom’s back, humming in agreement with Rain. 

“No swelling or bruising.” He presses carefully at a couple of different spots on Phantom’s back, making him hiss out at one particular spot at the bottom of his spine. “Hurts there, little one?” 

Phantom nods, pouting at Dew with wet eyes. 

“Hurts, Dewy.” 

Dew pouts back at him. 

“I bet, sweetheart.” He ruffles Phantom’s hair. “Do you want me and Rainy to make it better?” Phantom nods, still pouting, but the tears have slowed. Dew presses a little kiss to the bottom of his back. “Come lie down on the sofa with us, baby.”  Rain manoeuvres Phantom so he's led in between Himself and Dew, his back to Dew. Phantom buries his face in Rains neck, still whimpering slightly. Phantom let’s out a small gasp feeling Dew get increasingly more warm behind him, making both ghouls giggle at him. “You like that, little one?” Dew noses at his shoulders, his hand wiggling between Phantom and Rains belly’s to rub at Phantom's. 

Phantom gives a little wiggle and a chirp. 

“Feels nice. Warm.” 

Rain presses a kiss to the top of his head, intwining his hand with Dew’s other hand, taking one of Phantom's in his other. 

“Dewy making you feel better?” 

Phantom hums, snuggling him deeper into both of them. 

“We’ve got some time before we have to be on the bus, why don’t have a nap, baby? We’ll wake you up when it’s time to go.” Dew presses a kiss to the back of his head. 

Phantom fidgets a little, letting out another little whine. 

“Tail?” 

Rain huff a laugh, bringing the spade of his tail up to Phantom’s lips. Phantom parts his lips, accepting Rain’s in his mouth, sucking gently at the spade. 

Dew let’s out a little giggle at him. 

“That better?”

Phantom nods, his eyes finally slipping closed. 

Somehow the other two end up falling asleep, the rhythmic breathing of Phantom slowly pulling them onto a peaceful sleep. 

That’s how Copia finds them, tangled up on the dressing sofa, fast asleep. They’d been waiting on the bus for them for an hour before he set off looking for them, hoping and praying that they hadn’t left the venue on their own. 

He runs a hand through Phantom’s hair, watching as the small ghoul twitches in his sleep, his eyes slowly fluttering open. 

“Hi there, little one.” Phantom blinks bleary eyed at him, sucking on the tail that’s still in his mouth. 

Copia runs a finger down his cheek.

“What’ve you got there?” 

Phantom's eyes flicker to Rain. 

“Oh, you’ve got Rainy’s tail?” 

Phantom gives a small squeak and nod, sucking a little harder on the tail. Copia smiles sweetly down at him. 

“Yeah? That’s nice of him, hmm?” 

Phantom nods again, feeling a little more awake now. 

“Do you think you three could continue your cuddle pile on the bus? We’ve been looking for you all.” 

He tickles under Phantom's chin, making the small ghoul squeal and squirm. 

The other two wake up at the noise and motion and grin sheepishly up at Copia, hoping the man won’t be too mad at them for making them a little behind schedule. He’s not, he would never be, especially the sight of them all cuddled up is so cute. 

On the bus, Phantom forgets all about his back, especially when he’s pulled into the middle of a cuddle pile including everyone. He happily laps up all the attention and cuddles, a goofy smile of his face and a loud purr rumbling though his chest. 

[toxicanonymity]

hi! for every inch, since ghost face is pretty familiar with their victims, does that mean the reader knows the person behind the mask? the whole thought of reader unknowingly speaking to them after being fucked by their (not so) alter ego is so hot to me! 🤭 also, saw that yellowjackets pfp!! great taste!!

Based on the pattern of canon, reader does unwittingly know the person behind the mask, although he won't be revealed in this fic. It's possible character cameos could make you speculate about his identity. I agree it's hot to think about him absolutely railing you (or vis-versa 🤭) and then, unbeknownst to you, casually interacting in daily life 🥵🥵🥵

Every inch | Every inch 2 | Every inch 3

phenomenal edit by @iamasaddie 🖤

[extreme-neutral]

If your Sidestep was a worm, who would they trust to take care of them?

Oh no! I got the ask worm!!

Oh well

That's a nobrainer:

The Girls!

[moodyvoid]

Imagine joining the LOV, and spinner seems like a really closed off guy. It seemed like the guy did his best to avoid you, honestly.☠️

Post war, you survive, and nobody knows cos u dont wanna serve jail time . Then you come across his book, there's a whole chapter written about you, and it's him ranting about his "extremely obvious" huge ass crush on u ☠️

Omg my heart… sigh… I’d have no choice but to go break my new boyfriend out of prison 🤷🏻‍♀️

Imagine Spinner’s sitting in his cell and he’s hearing all of this commotion outside and he knows something is going on. Alarms are blaring and there’s incoherent yelling from guards.

Then you kick down the door of his cell and walk in, “Hey, Spinner! It’s been a while.”

He thinks he must be dreaming at first as he realizes that all the commotion he’s been hearing is for him, much less being caused by you— who he thought was dead. “What the hell, you’re alive?”

You nod, “Yeah, I’ve kind of been laying low for a while… I read your book.”

He pauses for a moment, “Yeah?… What’d you think?”

You walk over to him, “It’s great. They’d all be proud. However… I am curious to see where the rest of our story goes.”

You hold out your hand to him and he takes it, immediately blushing like crazy and in an instant it’s like no time was lost and his huge crush on you is still in full effect.

[dandizettes]

HIIII TALK TO ME ABOUT IZZY W OCD BC ITS SO REAL AND TRUE AND WE NEED TO SPREAD THE WORD sorry for yelling

This is hard for me to pinpoint in general but especially now because, hilariously, the OCD symptoms are making it hard to discuss the OCD symptoms. However! I shall attempt, because we INDEED must spread the good word.

I think The Thing that I point to and go “hmmmmmm” with Izzy is the like………….. self-constructed anxiety box that he Must Live Inside Of Or Else—he is not just a pirate taking piracy very seriously, (though he also does that) he is, specifically, living under this rigid internal logic of Being A First Mate, with the binary opposite of Being A Piece Of Shit Who Should Kill Himself (see: yelling at the unicorn for failing to protect the ship, self-destruction suicidal spiral after perceived failure To Be A First Mate, etc etc.) And that all feels to me. Well. More familiar than I’d like, save for the particular role in question—but that idea that, like, you must adhere to a set of rules, you must stay within particular boundaries to be Good, and if you cross them you enter being Bad, you become Nothing—and this is an infection which you are always in danger of contracting, you must practice constant vigilance to stave off this infecting creeping Badness forever and ever and ever, you are only ever safe from the Badness if you are appropriately performing Goodness, which means living in the box—well. That’s the sauce, unfortunately!

And of course, lots of his middle-management responsibilities are genuinely life or death stakes—yeah, Ed DOES need to have a plan, he DOES need to not be so unhinged he is actively endangering the lives of everyone around him, but because Izzy obv holds himself responsible for regulating Ed’s ability to do both those things, it makes this delicious horrible guilt soup, and that is the irrational brain-lying-to-you bit here. Yes, the stakes are actually very high, but it is still quite literally impossible for Izzy to dictate what Ed does or does not do—but HE absolutely believes it is, to a degree that reads to me again like that binary logic (which of course is fed and reinforced by Ed, even if unintentionally, due to the everything about their dynamic.)