#Twilight of the Cockroaches

[franki-lew-yo]

Honest thoughts entomology-tumblr

*An example of "some other things" may include Nausicaa for featuring bug monsters, A Monster in Paris cause the monster is a giant bug and idk maybe Kung Fu Panda for Mantis. To me though, a single notable main insect character or a subplot involving bugs does not a bug-film make. Also, for the sake of this pole yes arachnids can count as 'bugs' enough so you can put down Charlotte's Web; however Turbo is too far for me. Worms and mollusks can be in bug movies but this is a list made for non-crustacean arthropods.

[laboitediabolique]

Cover of Twilight of the Cockroaches laserdisc, Lumivision/Streamline Pictures, 1992. Scanned from my personal collection.

[billlaotian]

[semantic-vegas]

me (a person with one shit parent) who knows a decent number of people (with at least one shit parent) and has read/heard about the real life experiences of other people (regarding the large number of shit parents existing throughout history and also still today): w h y are all the parents in these shows the worst??

[overexciteddragon]

I think it's really funny that even though the comparison rings true, even Ogtha's husband actually treats real women with more respect than gamerbros because he never once blames his ex-gf for feeling weird and he's very honest with the women he hooks up with that it's just a one night stand. So gamerbros interact with and talk to even less human women than the guy with a cockroach wife tulpa

i wish i could see this picture for the first time again

[expired-box-of-chocolates]

☣ hallo !! im nawt the best at making intros so.. here's the best one i could put together... (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

💊 namehoard: toxin, sayori, yakui (main name), cyanide, lithium, radium, zero, xenon, cyber, marigold, bonnie, robyn, keta, hazard, strawb, nyacifier, chlorine, zombeh, poptart ++ any fictionkin names are fine!!

💊 boyflux/nonbinaryflux intersex boygirl, aroaceflux and pomoromantic ++ xenogenders

💊 pronouns: it/xe/lean/purp/glitch/nuke/🍪/☣️/💜 (use any other and i will give 1 warning, and if u continue it will become a block. (¬`‸´¬)

💊 all of my aesthetics/subcultures (very passionate about them,,): larpercore, slasher summer, juggalo, cultcore, doomer, slimepunk, necrotrap, bastardcore, terrorwave, incelcore, sigmacore, grunge, gopnik, slavic, jumpstylecore, oddcore, toxiccore, glowwave, icepunk, breakcore, acidwave, drugcore, kinderwhore, trashcore, urbling, scemo, shinora, gurokawa, rokku gyaru, hadeko, clowncore, yamanba gyaru

💊 i have some disorders,, iwc always ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ �� (i swear im nice)

💊 some of my main fandoms: american psycho, stephen king (any of his movies/books), fnaf, yandere simulator, class of 09, final destination, pulp fiction, ddlc, genshin impact, saw, scream, lucky star, creepypasta, eddsworld, south park, monster high, twilight, heathers, tyler the creator lore, mlp, breaking bad, strawberry shortcake, athf, edd ed and eddy, homestuck, vocaloid, gorillaz, the office, american horror story, goosebumps ++ more

💊 my otherkins/conceptkins;; vampire kin, robot kin, glitch kin, angel kin,, zombie kin,, doll kin,, whether kin (tornado!!),, nightmare kin,, plush kin,, tech kin,, toy kin,, scarecrow kin, shadow kin, sea monster kin,, christmas kin, valentines day kin, hypnosis kin, chatbot kin, wizard kin, fallen angel/demon kin,, song kin,, death angel kin,, whats app kin (yes i kin whats app),, elf kin,, microwave kin,, halloween kin

💊 theriotypes;; jackalope,, koi fish,, calico cat,, vampire cat,, angel cat,, ant,, glow worm,, lamb,, kitsune,, bunny,, hamster,, fruit bat,, jumping spider,, red fox,, white bat,, rosy maple moth,, groundhog,, raccoon, skunk, polyphemus moth,, goat,, borzoi dog,, dirt worm,, cockroach,, white skunk,, white ferret,, persian cat (brown fur) ++ questioning others

💊 food kins: sour patch kid candy (specifically orange), jack-o-lantern (idk if that countz as a food), peeps marshmallow (specifically the yellow chick one), cotton candy (pink and blue)

💊 top fictionkins;; ticci toby (crp), yakui-san (nijura maids), flandre (touhou), billy lenz, nicole (class of 09), kyle broflovski, casey (scream), wendy christenson (fd3), ghoulia (monster high), wendy torrence, carrie white, hatsune miku (vocaloid!!!!), mituna (homestuck), sayori (ddlc), midori gurin (yansim), karkat vantas (homestuck), bonnie (fnaf), tord (eddsworld), derpy hooves (mlp), tavros nitram (homestuck), applejack (mlp), toko fukawa (danganronpa) konakona018 (oc), biscuit tan, aubery (omori), patrick batemen (american psycho), billy loomis (scream), violet hamon (ahs), lulu (crp), judge angel (crp), light yagami (death note), natsuki (ddlc), sierra (tdi), karen (class of 09) meatwad (athf) hungryhero.exe (sonic au...) junko (danganronpa), beta!kokichi (danganronpa v3), sayaka maizono (danganronpa v1), hamtaro, stan mitchell ++ wayy more.. (pfp is probably who im kinshifted as) also im fine with doubles & mediamates!!

💊 factkins: courtney love, rob canter, lisa left eye, george harrison, allison harvard

💊 some of my favorite music artists;; smashing pumpkins, jazmin bean, sharkdrug, yabujin, korn, icp, limp bizket, kmfdm, nirvana, 2pac, 4lung (i dont support the creator), bloodhound gang, cannibalcorpse, foo fighters ☹️, weezer, gorillaz, kendrick lamar, lagoyo, red hot chili peppers, tyler the creator, basement jaxx, pierce the veil, deftones, ayesha erotica, slipknot, 1 800 pain, msi, hole, 2pac, slipknot

💊 selfshipper!!!! f/os: cody (tdi), edd (eddsworld), eyeless jack (crp), gamzee (homestuck), 2D (gorillaz), morty (r&m), mastershake (athf), liu woods (crp), x virus (crp), wallace wells (scott pilgrim) ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

💊 adoptive father of jank boteko and an0rex1c sour patch kid meme (WHO IS PRO-YAKUI FAMILY 💜♥️😈)/satire

💊 i know japanese & russian ^______^ (english isn't my main but im ok with it)

💊 moodboard account: @noapologiesbynirvana

💊 webkinz, beanie babie, furby, shopkins & squishmallow collector!!!!

💊 dni: basic dni, anti fictionkin/otherkin/etc, transphobes, homophones, TCC/columbiners, people who support trump (YOU'RE HORRIBLE!!!!), nsfw blogs, toxic stans (any community), people who know me from picsart (if we are already friends thats fine) 😕😕

💊 gonna leave it at that for now,, might add more later !! ^_______^ 🍫🍫

[lowkeiloki]

Private is very smart, right? Hes great at using resources he has on hand to get himself and the penguins out of a sticky situation. He comes up with the idea to pretend to be skipper to take shot for him, he covers himself in cockroaches to use as a camouflage from officer X etc. Hes also quite inventive in times of crisis as seen in "the untouchable" and "when the chips are down" And hes really skilled in combat, arguably the best in the team besides skipper. He manages to fight all of the penguins off in "cute-astrophe" he saves the penguins multiple times through the show and in the movie, hes all around badass and its annoying when the fandom portrays him as a helpless uwu baby that cant defend himself and relies on others in everything.

but on the other hand some people avoid babifying him so much they go the whole other direction and try way too hard to make him some sort of bad boy that is secretly edgier than he looks and bla bla. Like thats a guy that genuinely believes unicorns are real and thinks badgers are the scariest thing on earth, his weapon of choice is a twilight sparkle toy and the worst insult he can say is "liar liar pants on fire". He can and will fight and hes good at it, but he'll almost always seek a peaceful resolution first. He makes excuses for characters when all evidence points to them being bad guys (savio and space squid). And ofc looking for good in everyone isnt inherently stupid, but letting all your guard down in those situations kinda was. The guy was literally gonna walk into savio's enclosure when he invited them, his absolute worst fear are badgers, yet becky and stacy got his trust just by offering him his favourote candy, he travelled alone with a leopard seal to the freaking antarctica specifically into the leopard seal territory. He will drop his guard on a whim at the opportunity to help or befriend someone. And you may not like it but he is the baby of the family and its an important part of his character. The penguins see him as more childish and clueless than he actually is, but he is not fully caught up with them. He passes a dangerous trial and gets promoted to a first class soldier just to read a joke he ends up not understanding. He wants to be taken more seriously by other penguins while also having very childish interest which is honestly so relatable [from a person who is writing the penguins of madagascar analysis instead of studying for their college finals]. He can be badass smart and skilled fighter while still being a genue sweetheart with bit of childish worldviews without anything dark behind it. God forbid a man is full of childlike whimsy.

[alinalioness]

Рус:Половина сегодняшнего дня делала. Вот список персонажей.

Eng:I've been doing half of it today. Here is a list of characters.

Krash/Крош (Смешарики)

Pikachu/Пикачу (Pokemon)

SpongeBob/Губка Боб (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Wander/Тут-и-там (Wander over yonder)

Happy/Весельчак (7 dwarves)

Kuzko/Кузко (Emperor's new grove)

Phineas/Финес (Phineas and Ferb)

Twilight Sparkle/Твайлайт Искорка (MLP)

Tom/Том (Tom and Jerry)

Oggy/Огги (Oggy and the cockroaches)

Huggy Wuggy/Хагги Ваги (Poppy Playtime)

Freddy Fazbear/Фреди Фазбер (FNAF)

Bob/Боб (Minions and Despicable me)

Seek (DOORS)

Blue (Rainbow Friends)

BanBan/БанБан (Garden of BanBan)

Rambley the Raccoon/Рэмблей енот (Indigo Park)

Reimu Hakurei/Рейму Хакурей (Touhou)

Amit/Амит "Humanoid/Гуманоид" (WildCraft)

Baaren/Баарен (Super Bear Adventure)

Tinky Winky/Тинки Винки (Teletubbies)

Caine/Кейн (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Boyfriend/Парень (FNF)

Polo/Поло (incredibox)

Kayna/Лаватёка (My Singing Monsters)

Shaun/Шон (Shaun the Sheep)

Peppino Spaghetti/Пеппино Спагетти (Pizza Tower)

Pizzelle/Пиззель (Sugary Spire)

Balan/Балан💗 (BALAN WONDERWORLD)

Professor Layton/Профессор Лэйтон (Professor Layton)

Pink Panther/Розовая пантера (Pink Panther)

NiGHTS (NiGHTS)

Raddit/Бешенный кролик (Raddids)

Creeper/Крипер (Minecraft)

Mario/Марио (Super Mario)

Original/Оригинал:

[skyward-floored]

Febuwhump collab day 14 — blood-stained tiles

Shhhhh don’t even look at the day this was technically supposed to be posted on okay (I’ve just. given up on posting them the correct days I think XD but that’s okay, I’m still having fun)

This one was suggested by the lovely @thepinklink! Some Legend angst for you <3

This is set after supers are legal again btw. Legend and Wild are both about 15 here.

Warnings: blood, and injury, but not described in too much detail.

Today’s lovely art

Ao3 link

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Wild scanned dully across the book page in front of him, holding back a yawn as the words smeared under his tired eyes. It was an interesting book, but it just wasn’t enough to keep his eyes from trying to close, lids heavy with exhaustion. He wanted so much to just drift off and sleep, but the nightmares had been bad again, and he knew if he closed his eyes they’d be upon him with a vengeance.

His pillow was so soft though, and his blankets were nice and warm, and resting his eyes for just a second or two couldn’t hurt...

Wild jerked himself awake from the doze, shaking his head and pressing his palms to his eyes. Maybe he needed some water. That would wake him up, right? Getting out of bed to get it would at least.

He sighed and threw back his blankets, slightly relieved he didn’t have to be quite as quiet as he normally would. Twilight was off at their grandpa’s farm for the week, and while Wild sort of enjoyed having their room to himself, he missed his brother’s snoring, and the solution and comfort he would doubtless give if he knew about Wild’s current problem.

It’s only for another few days, get a grip, Wild huffed to himself, then padded quietly out into the hallway.

He was nearly to the bathroom when he heard a small thump from inside, and Wild paused with his hand inches from the knob. The door was mostly closed, but the light wasn’t on, and Wild had assumed nobody was inside.

Maybe Four was in there? Sometimes he didn’t turn on the overhead since there was a nightlight inside, but he always shut and locked the door. Maybe it was someone else in there.

Or maybe it was something in there?

Oh if it’s mice again Mom’s gonna lose it, Wild thought. Or cockroaches. Though I really hope a cockroach didn’t make that thud.

Wild braced himself for any number of nasty things, then bravely pushed the door open and clicked on the light.

And was treated to the sight of Legend halfway out of his hero suit, leaning heavily on the counter, a hand clasped at his side, and a generous amount of blood dripping onto the floor.

Wild stared, Legend blinking in the sudden light, and it was a solid minute before his voice finally came back enough for him to speak.

“Ledge!” he gaped, and Legend glared at him, though the effect was diminished by the wearied look on his face. “Legend you’re bleeding—”

“Keep it down!” Legend hissed. “Do you want everyone running in here?”

“Maybe I do! What happened?” Wild whisper-shouted back, and Legend shushed him again before letting out a heavy sigh.

“I just... went out and ran into a little trouble, okay?” he bit out, leaning a little more heavily on the sink. “Don’t worry about it.”

Wild kept staring at him in disbelief. “Legend, we’re not supposed to go heroing out by ourselves. Dad said that was the rule until we’re older, you know that—”

“Right, and you’ve definitely never broken that rule,” Legend scoffed, and Wild faltered a second.

Admittedly, Legend had him there.

“...okay, but I’ve never come back with a great gaping hole in my side,” Wild pointed out, and Legend flicked his eyes away from him. Wild crossed his arms when Legend didn’t say anything further, and his brother sighed, giving a great big roll of his eyes.

“Okay, okay. I’m an idiot, and I learned my lesson, hooray. Now will you get out of here and leave me alone?” Legend snapped.

Wild shook his head. “No way. I’m getting Hyrule, don’t—”

“Wild don’t you dare try to wake up Hyrule, he’s been sick all week,” Legend hissed.

“You’re bleeding all over the bathroom!” Wild hissed back, “I kinda think that’s something he’d want to help with!”

Legend opened his mouth to say something equally snarky in reply, but his entire form suddenly flickered, and he closed his eyes, face drawn with pain.

Wild watched some blood drip onto the floor, and exhaled through his nose, anger fading away to be replaced with worry.

It was true Hyrule had been sick the past several days, nauseous and tired, and it was likely he wouldn’t be able to handle healing Legend up much at all. And even if he could, he really shouldn’t, since it would just wear him out further. Even if Legend was doing his best impression of a leaky faucet at the moment, and they’d all heard the stories their uncles would tell about how dangerous blood loss could be...

“Okay. Whatever,” Wild said more softly, and Legend looked at him, trembling a little. “At least let me help you bandage it up.”

“...Fine,” Legend murmured.

Wild came forward, stepping around the blood on the floor, and pushed Legend down to sit on the toilet lid. His brother did so with a pained grunt, and Wild began rummaging for something to help stop the bleeding. He pulled out some clean towels, and kneeled back down by Legend, studying his injury with nausea and worry swimming in his gut.

“Geez Legend, you really did a number on yourself,” he murmured as he looked at him.

“It wasn’t me. Some idiot with a knife just managed to guess where I was standing,” Legend muttered, hissing through his teeth as Wild pressed a towel to his side. “‘S not my fault.”

“I’m sure Mom and Dad’ll take that as an excuse,” Wild said dryly.

“Mom and Dad don’t need to know,” Legend muttered, and let out another hiss of pain as Wild shifted his grip. “Just my luck the guy got me while I was a rabbit.”

“You were in rabbit form?” Wild asked worriedly, and Legend looked away. “Didn’t changing back hurt? I know transforming is painful if Twilight’s injured, isn’t it the same for you?”

“Yeah, w-well he’s him and I’m me,” Legend shrugged, and squeezed his eyes shut again as Wild shifted the towel.

A few moments passed in silence, and Wild pulled the towel off a little, still concerned at the amount of blood coming out of Legend’s side. The towel was becoming rather red, and Legend only seemed to get paler, his hands shaking where they were gripping his middle.

“Legend... this looks really bad,” Wild said quietly. You look really bad. “I... think we should wake up Hyrule now.”

Legend immediately shook his head. “No.”

“Legend, you’re really...” Wild began, and Legend glared at him.

“No. He needs his rest and I’m fi—”

“Um.”

At the third voice, Legend and Wild both turned to stare at the doorway, where Wind was staring back at the two of them, his sleepy expression morphing quickly into one of shock and confusion.

Crud.

“...am I dreaming?” Wind asked in a bit of a dazed voice.

“Yep, better go back to bed,” Wild said quickly, and Wind blinked at them another few seconds, then shook his head, his eyes focusing a bit more.

“I’m not dreaming! Legend you’re hurt!” he gasped, and Wild and Legend both shushed him, Legend’s ears twitching as he listened for anyone else coming.

“We’re handling it Wind, go back to bed,” Legend said in an exhausted voice.

“Does handling it usually involve blood all over the floor and Mom’s good towels?” Wind asked with a raised eyebrow, and Wild winced as he realized he had, in fact, grabbed Mom’s good towels.

“...yes,” Wild said, but Wind sniffed out the uncertainty in his voice better than even Twilight could.

“Riiiiight. What happened?” Wind asked as he walked over to Legend, skirting around the blood on the floor. “How exactly did you— Oh geez— Legend that looks really bad, what did you do? Wait... you snuck out, didn’t you!”

“Genius deduction there Sherlock,” Legend growled. “Now that you’ve figured everything out, go back to bed.”

“Like heck I will, if I left you and Wild here alone you’d probably bleed out,” Wind huffed. “Haven’t you woken Rulie up yet?”

“He’s sick,” Legend hissed again, and Wind crossed his arms as he stared at Legend.

“Yeah and he’ll feel even worse if he hears you hid this from him and didn’t let him help,” Wind pointed out, and Wild blinked. He hadn’t thought about it like that. “And... it looks like you got stabbed Legend, that’s kind of a big deal?!”

“Well it’s really not,” Legend bit out, and sat up, as if to prove it.

His face went white though, and he slipped off the toilet, Wild letting out a panicked noise as he shot forward and grabbed him. Wind darted forward as well, and they both stared at Legend’s face, screwed up in a grimace. His eyes flickered back open after only a few seconds, but Wild was already falling firmly into panic mode.

“Legend?!” he asked frantically.

“Fine, I-I’m— I’m fine,” Legend got out, but the pain in his voice spoke otherwise.

“That’s a lot of blood,” Wind said quietly, sounding much more concerned then before, and Legend squeezed his eyes shut before dragging them open again.

“I... m-maybe you’d better get Hyrule,” he said in a small voice, a thin thread of fear coming through in the words.

Wild swallowed. Legend very, very rarely sounded like that.

Forget trying to avoid nightmares, Legend is trying to give me more.

“Wind? Can you get Hyrule?” Wild asked, and Wind nodded. “Do it quietly though, the last thing we need is Four waking up, or Mom and Dad.”

“Would it really be so bad if that happened?” Wind murmured, but he slipped out of the bathroom without barely a sound.

He returned a few minutes later, Hyrule shuffling quietly behind him. Their other brother seemed like he was only half-awake, and as Wild looked at the dark circles under his eyes, he felt a sting of guilt at having to resort to waking him up.

But Legend was only getting paler, and between waking up Hyrule, or waking up their parents and worrying them both and getting a lecture of some kind, Wild figured Hyrule was the safer option. Plus his parents would probably wake Hyrule up to help anyway. This just cut out the middle man.

Though if Legend loses much more blood, we probably’ll have to wake them up...

Hyrule quietly took in the scene, sniffling and wiping his nose on his sleeve as he eyeballed the blood all over the floor, then he frowned, looking intently at Legend.

“Why is it always you, Legend?” Hyrule murmured with a hint of both amusement and annoyance, and Legend looked down at his feet.

“Almost always,” Wind corrected. “There was that time with Wild and that tree, remember?”

Wild glared at him. “Not the time, Wind.”

Hyrule ignored them both, and sighed as he finished looking over Legend. “Okay. Hold still.”

“Don’t do too much,” Legend said as Hyrule kneeled on the floor beside him, Legend shakily grabbing his arm. “J-just stop the bleeding, don’t... don’t push yourself.”

“I’ll do as much as you need,” Hyrule said patiently, and lit up his hands with a soft blue light.

He pressed them both to Legend’s side, his eyes closing in concentration, and Wild and Wind watched in silence as the gouge in Legend’s side began to slowly shrink away. The glow from Hyrule’s powers lit the bathroom up in an almost eerie way, and Wild noticed Wind slide a little closer to his side, worry bright on his face.

Legend kept his eyes closed while Hyrule worked, and several quiet minutes went by before he raised his head and squeezed Hyrule’s arm.

“That’s good. You can stop.”

Hyrule dragged his eyes open and stared at Legend, the increased exhaustion on his face doing nothing to lessen the firm look in his eyes.

“I’m not finished.”

“Yes you are,” Legend said firmly, his face still pale, but much less so then before. “Rulie you look like you’re going to keel over, you’re in no shape to keep using up your energy on me.”

“What, cause of this l-little cold?” Hyrule smirked, but Legend didn’t return it.

“The sound of the faucet dripping earlier almost made you throw up,” he replied flatly.

“The bathroom is covered in blood,” Hyrule shot back, arms crossed.

“I’m not still bleeding!”

“You could easily reopen it! I’m not done!”

“You guys are both dumb, and need sleep,” Wind interrupted, and Wild couldn’t help his snort. “Let’s see how bad it looks now before you keep arguing, huh?”

Hyrule pulled back and moved the towel that was blocking Wild and Wind’s view, and revealed a shallow mark on Legend’s side. The skin was still bloody, but the injury itself didn’t seem like it was bleeding much at all, and was much less scary-looking then before.

Wild sighed in relief. “I think it’s good, ‘rule.”

“Yeah, it looks way better, I don’t think he’ll pass out now,” Wind said cheerfully, then hesitated. “Well, not from blood loss at least.”

“My own blood doesn’t make me pass out,” Legend grumbled as he began to clean himself up, but Wind ignored him.

“I think it’s good enough for now Hyrule, thanks,” Wild said, and Hyrule nodded, his eyes drooping tiredly. “We can look at it again tomorrow. You should go back to bed.”

“Legend too,” Hyrule murmured. “I can’t really fix blood loss. He needs rest.”

Wild nodded, and as soon as Legend was as clean as he was going to get and had his injury wrapped, Wild and Wind helped him and Hyrule back down the hall and into their beds. Legend didn’t even bother with his own bed, merely collapsing next to Hyrule in his blankets instead, and Hyrule snuggled up to him. Both were asleep in seconds, and Wind and Wild exchanged smiles as they shut the door.

“Finally. Makes me wonder who’s the older sibling sometimes,” Wind huffed as they walked back to the bathroom, and Wild quietly laughed.

“Well you’ll have plenty of time to think about it,” he said as he opened the door, and gestured to the mess they and Legend had left behind. “...We still have to clean all this up before Mom and Dad get up.”

Wind grimaced. “...Right. I Don’t know how we’re going to fix those towels though.”

Wild thought for a moment, then sighed. “...you think Four would know?”

“Probably.”

“I was afraid of that.”

Wind and Wild exchanged tired looks, though after a moment both of their faces cracked into smiles, followed by quickly muffled giggles. It really wasn’t that funny, but Wild at least had reached the point where it was so late and he was so tired that everything was at least a little funny.

Plus... he was still riding the wave of relief that Legend was okay.

Finally their giggles ran out though, and Wild and Wind both wordlessly turned out of the bathroom to go wake up Four, and see if he could help get the blood off of the towels.

It wasn’t the excuse Wild would have picked, but between this and lying in his bed trying not to have more nightmares... cleaning up blood and shushing Wind when he made a stupid joke was much more preferable.

[lorei-writes]

It's been 3 years of IFE @flash-exchange now ;--;

7 gift exchanges. 3 creation challenges (including a trial run in our server).

Wheels of Fate, or our semi-permanent mini-game. (My beloved. Coming up with the outfit inspo chart was too much fun.)

Twilight Fair, when we chose a path through a cursed fair together. (Will we ever escape from it?)

Postcards from suitors and the Summer Excavation that followed. (AKA that one time we decided to make an excavator-themed gift exchange with prompts featuring your summer inconveniences. Literally. We asked. Because who says that "AC who?", "Cockroaches" and "Stuck in traffic jam" cannot make for great gifts.)

IkeLympics, or that one time we forced Leonardo to compete against Edgar... In Figure Scavenging through Dumpsters... (Other suitors suffered too.)

The Fair Returns! You've got it right! We were pulled into the Fair again, this time with studio Ghibli music playing in the background...

... And at the end of our journey, we were met by our own Franken-suitor!

And many more ;--; Goodness. You guys, I'm getting teary-eyed.

[crosspunzel]

[naychuchu]

🐈‍⬛

tw: this is my first time actually posting anything i’ve written. i made these pretty late at night so i’m sorry if they’re bad i just wanted to write something. probably some spelling mistakes and stuff i didn’t feel like checking it throughly.

a/n: please be nice

personal

* i’ve mentioned this before but baji absolutely LOVES the yakuza game

* favorite one is yakuza 0 (definitely not because this is the only one i’ve watched so far🌚)

* john cena fanboy for absolutely no reason. has his theme as his ringtone

* number 1 baby metal fan. owns their merch and goes to every concert

* his favorite season is summer for obvious reasons but his favorite holiday is definitely christmas because he and mikey ride around with shin

* HATES horror movies. like nothing can convince this man to watch them. even the kiddie ones like goosebumps or scary stories to tell in the dark will have him act like the devil just touched his soul

* definitely the kind of guy to walk around with one lens in his glasses after a fight

* purposely named his bike cockroach knowing pah is afraid of them

* he used to hate his fangs when he was little because kids used to tease him and say he was a dog

* that was until he started saying he’d bite and give them rabies if they kept messing with him

* cannot grow facial hair to save his life

* judges people on how they interact with animals, specifically cats

* despite popular belief, i don’t think he would get any tattoos. he seems like a piercing guy and definitely cannot sit that long for a tattoo

* gave himself the alias edward because he used to watch twilight with his mom

* he even had a phase when he acted like a vampire but will vehemently deny and threaten anyone who dares to bring it up

* is lactose intolerant and just like many of us will eat dairy and instantly regret it as soon as it hits his stomach

* sometimes he feels insecure about the fact he was held back, all of his friends moving up while he’s left behind

* even though he has a reputation for committing arson and slightly unprovoked violence, keisuke is truly a model citizen☝🏽

* volunteers at shelters, helps the elderly, feeds the homeless, solves climate change. he truly is a saint and can do no wrong!

home life

* i like the idea that his mom was a teen mom and that his father was never really around and just stopped coming one day

* due to her job, his mom sometimes works really late or super early so over the years he’s learned to cook (the only good thing he can cook is yakisoba)

* on the nights he knows his mom will be back late he cooks her food and despite it not being the best she still loves it

* even though she works a lot the two of them are still very close and their favorite thing to do is read manga and watch mystery dramas whenever she’s off

* despite not knowing his dad(he only visited when he was a baby) he never felt insecure about it

* he’s a total mamas boy, and will fight anyone who says something about her

* when ryoko was younger, she wanted to have a lot of kids but after having keisuke she changed her mind. she felt it would be selfish to have so many kids when she works so much and after realizing how much of a handful he can be.

* despite that and having him at such a young age, keisuke was the best thing to ever happen to her and wouldn’t trade him or his wildness for the world.

relationship

* back on the yakuza point, whenever you’re sad he’ll grab a hair brush, turn up the radio and start singing 24-hour cinderella to you until his voice is gone

* when you guys get in a fight he’ll act like he’s in a 2000’s r&b mv and start singing bakamitai. chifuyu gets the hose to spray water above him, kazutora plays the music, and ryusei records the whole thing so baji can send it to you

* a biter, like what’s the point of him having those sharp ass teeth if he don’t try to take a chunk out of you

* whatever your favorite animal is, he’s gonna buy every single book about them so he can share little facts about it with you

* if you’re into a specific artist or group, he’ll listen to their whole discography and learn everything in the fandom

* becomes a horanghae enthusiast and will force you to be one as well

* just like he’s loyal to his friends and toman, he’s loyal to you

* like foreva togetha foreva LOCKED IN 🤞🏽

* a girl tries flirting with him and all of a sudden he’s hellen keller

* the type of boyfriend to say you’re too spoiled whoever you ask for something while doing said thing you requested

* will literally lift his ass off the seat while you’re sitting next to him and fart on you then blame it on you

* talm bout some ‘ew the hell did you eat’ like his diet doesn’t consist of yakisoba, monster energy drinks, and beef glizzies

* speaking of farts😸 keisuke will send pics of his shit to you asking if it looks normal

* will make fun of you if you’re lactose intolerant as if he don’t be upside down on the toilet fighting for his life

* is constantly in your personal space. like he’ll be standing behind you while you play like candy crush or best fiends mumbling about moves you can make. sometimes he’ll snatch your phone and play it himself

* what’s yours is his. mid chew on something he wants? he’s opening your mouth and popping it in his, no matter if it’s soggy

* absolutely loves giving and receiving hugs, being in your arms makes him feel safe and gives reassurance that despite all of his flaws you still love him

* stares at you with his mouth open, no matter what you’re doing or how you look his eyes are on you 24/7

* takes the absolute worst pictures of you on facetime and puts each one in his favorites until the end of time

* throws rocks at your window at like 4 in the morning knowing you both have school just so you can ride around with him until the sun comes up

* i feel like he’d totally like mellow down on the things he does. he doesn’t want to worry you while he’s away

* constantly checks up with you so you know he’s okay and not lying on the ground somewhere and dying 🌚

this is so scary bye 😭

[everythingismadeofchaos]

Hey so I have to ask this question. I am an old, and I've been trying anime sporadically for literal decades (since I saw Twilight of the Cockroaches in the theater), but I couldn't find much I liked and didn't really start getting into it until I saw One Punch Man season 1 after it first came out and before season 2 and it made me laugh and just have a wonderful time. At that point I realized there probably was a lot of anime that was worth my time, and I started looking for it, and what I discovered was that anime is actually like most things: most of it is crap and has no interest for me, but some of it is really good and some of it is fantastic. So just recently I found Dungeon Meshi.

I love Dungeon Meshi. It's inspired me to actually try reading manga, which I've never been able to enjoy before. I sporadically tried comics over the years, but it still hasn't stuck even when it's material that I'm really interested in; I don't know why but it just doesn't work for me. Manga never has either, although I haven't really tried it much. But now I've tried reading Dungeon Meshi and I'm having kind of mixed results but I'm happy I'm trying it even though it's kind of diluted by the fact that I've already seen this story in the anime. I'm really looking forward to another manga by the same author that I ordered the other day at the suggestion of somebody on Tumblr, when I previously asked for advice. I have high hopes that I will enjoy that more than I enjoy the DM manga simply because I've never seen the stories before. Apparently there are seven short stories; that should be fun.

But my question is this. Is the inherent creepiness of anime what's really holding it back in the west? All of the sexualization of young girls, and even leaving aside young girls there's this phenomenon I'm going to call "the chainmail bikini effect" because it kind of parallels a phenomenon in Western fantasy, that all really screws up my enjoyment of the story. I can't bloody stand harem anime. I find it so, so aggravating. And the thing is, I'm really curious about this other genre with all these other ideas and settings and conventions and I really like all of that stuff. It's just the creepy pseudo-pedophilia and hypersexualization. I feel like most anime wants me to be a pedophile and that's creepy as fuck.

So how much other anime is there that isn't like this? One Punch Man really wasn't, although there were one or two characters I guess who were kind of parodies of the genre, which makes sense since the whole thing was a parody, but there's got to be more. I mean I loved Ascendance Of A Bookworm, because even though that was a young girl there was absolutely nothing sexualized about it. I loved the Saga of Tanya the Evil. It really stands out and is completely different from anything else that I'd ever seen in that genre, although it does remind me a lot of a book I read a couple of decades ago called The Blue Max, which they completely ruined in a movie starring George Peppard; the book is about this character sort of fighting against his own personal demons and losing, but the movie character is just a positive decent neato white hat hero guy and it ruins the whole concept. Tanya is like that book (not the movie obviously).

What else is out there in this department? What am I going to enjoy like Delicious in Dungeon because it doesn't carry these creepy garbage ideas? Suggestions actively solicited. And thank you very much in advance for reading this wall of text.

[katyawriteswhump]

the freak in the penthouse part 15

I swore I posted this here, but seems not... getting ready to post the end this weekend, hopefully.

E-rated (for sexual content), accidental millionaire eddie/sex-worker steve. On tumblr: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3.1 Part 3.2 Part 4.1 Part 4.2 Part 5.1 Part 5.2 Part 6.1 Part 6.2 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 or search #thefreakinthepenthouse :) On AO3

Chapter 15: Reunion (part 1)

Eddie lingered in that warm, fuzzy twilight zone between sleep and wakefulness. He didn’t want to wake up.

His dream—at least, the parts of it trickling back to him—had been hot, hot, hot, and sweeter than a glut of cotton candy. He’d been back in his tiny room in Wayne’s trailer, with his beloved warlock framed back on the wall where she belonged. He’d been back where he belonged, killing nine-minute ballads on air guitar and making luuuurve sweet luuurve with the guy he was beyond crazy about and…

…what the hell?

Eddie began to wake up for real. The happy glow in his breast totally rivalled his boner. Possibly because he’d gotten his nose buried in a mass of messy and mildly sticky hair.

He was spooning Steve.

His eyes flew wide, and his heart lurched. Not a dream. 

The reality of yesterday totalled him. Every inch of his body tingled with joy. He notched his chin on Steve’s shoulder and burrowed in Steve’s hair, inhaling his own cheap dime-store soap. Slowly, careful not to wake Steve, Eddie crawled an arm over him, wandering fingers under Steve’s t-shirt and through the tangle of hair on his chest.

This was real. Oh my God. It was REAL, which set fears scuttling like cockroaches in the darker corners of his mind.  He was on the run from the law. The trailer, devoid of most of his old stuff, rocked post-apocalyptic vibes. The pair of them snuggled on a camp bed so miniscule that they could barely move without risking a tumble over the side.

He was grinning so hard his face ached.

Because, stuck in the penthouse, this had become his ultimate dream. Not fame as a rockstar, nor even regaining his riches for any other reason than to help Steve. 

This.  

Eddie closed his eyes, snuggled even closer—not deliberately notching his morning wood into the cleft of Steve’s ass, though it happened anyway.

Dammit, almost wish you weren’t so sexy, Sweetheart.

Because this moment was as pure and perfect as this crappy old world could serve up. And usually the mere concept of ‘pure’ gave him the heebie-jeebies. Since that first morning, when they’d basically been strangers, they’d never woken up like this. Steve had always rushed off to work, and Eddie had wakened hours later, listless and hungover, kinda guilty.

Existing only to see Steve again.

When they’d shared that sleazy, silky Playboy bed, he’d usually been so out of it on drink and drugs, that he’d barely even listened to Steve snuffle and softly snore.

As he did now.

Not strangers anymore. No more secrets. 

Yeah, they’d not discussed everything, and he knew Steve wanted to tell him more but struggled. Still, only a few hours together had reminded him how well he knew Steve, and also that it was a total gift that he’d still much to discover.

Like how Steve’s snoring was the most adorable sound that he’d ever heard.

Eddie pulled the blanket up over them both and held Steve tight while he slept on.

…

The previous day

“I love you too,” murmured Eddie. “Never leave me again, Babe. Never.” 

“Not planning on it,” replied Steve, who seemed as dizzied by events as Eddie. They stood in the trailer, rain still pattering on the roof, clasping each other tight. And reeling in the afterglow of a kiss that’d stopped the freakin’ world spinning on its axis for a good thirty seconds. “You’re the one who did the Houdini act, Eds.”

Eddie’s knees sagged slightly, and he rested his forehead to Steve’s. “I’m sorry. I flaked out. I had to get out of the city pronto and I didn’t want to drag you into things with the cops on my tail, and... How is this even real? Hey, are you cold, Stevie?” Eddie pressed his knuckles to Steve’s cheek, his brow. “You’re damp. Hold on, how come you’re not wetter? This weather is mental! You want me to turn the heating on?” 

“Christ, stop clucking. I’m good.” Eddie glanced around his bombsite to locate his mini convector heater. Steve grabbed Eddie’s frantic fingers and pressed them to his own lips. “Wayne gave me a ride over and leant me an umbrella.”

Eddie’s head spun faster and faster. 

Wayne.

That explained a smidgen of this deliciously unholy miracle. 

They stood there staring at each other, hearts pounding like they’d both sprinted all forty-one storeys of that lowlife hotel. A small, hopeful smile flirted on the mouth Eddie obsessed over. He flitted his attention, over and over, between Steve’s lips and his pretty eyes, those gorgeous curling lashes. 

Yeah, this was a little weird, them staring at each other. Not as uncomfortable as it perhaps should be, and boy, Eddie basked in it.

If parting had taught him one thing, it was that every part of Steve was precious to him—every hair, whether gelled or wild, and every adorably lick-able mole. He was in goddamn thrall to the guy, as if they’d been parted for far longer than a few days.

“How did you find Wayne?” he asked, blinking himself out of his trance.

“I hooked up with your brainbox techy chums, you know, Suzie and… Hold on, that can wait.” Steve’s sudden scowl verged on a pout, setting Eddie simply dying to kiss him again. Also, fizzing with unease. “I’m not mad about you running from the cops. Great parting shot with the guitar, dude—you got me arrested!”

“Whut?”

“Jimi Hendrix’s guitar! It was real, you numbskull! And stolen—like, what the fuck? I tried to sell it and… I mean, that did get all of us together to find you, so I guess it had an upside, and Dustin started wittering about… Oh God! You’re too far away.” There was about six inches between their noses. “I don’t give a shit about any of it. I missed you so much, Eddie.”

…

Steve couldn’t quite believe this was real.

A few minutes ago, he’d been lost, rooted to the spot, his nerves knotting so tightly he felt sick. The muted beat leaking from the run-down trailer—muffled further by the noise of the rain pelting onto Wayne’s umbrella—hadn’t been enough to convince him the search was truly over.

Now, they clung to each other, clung and kissed, and there were so many words to spit out, so much to clear up. Thank Christ he didn’t need words to show Eddie how he felt, nor to be sure what Eddie felt for him was real. He was kissing Eddie like he wanted to drown in him, working the kiss like both their lives depended on it.

The fact they’d both spluttered out the ‘l’ word seemed almost redundant.

He’d never tire of the taste of Eddie. Though today, Eddie tasted slightly different for sure. Steve’s tongue swept tinges of honey crunch and coffee, maybe a hint of minty toothpaste, and best of all, something uniquely, addictively Eddie.

Something else struck him, and he broke the kiss, kind of abrupt: “You quit smoking?” 

“I did.” Eddie dabbed his wet lips with his tongue and Steve found himself mimicking him. “I’m on the nicotine patches, other than that, total cold turkey. Gives me the jitters ten times a day, but—"

“You didn’t have to,” mumbled Steve, awkward, as Eddie backed him toward a giant beanbag, one of the few pieces of furniture on the paper-strewn floor. He bounced down onto it, tugging Steve with him. They landed and sprang straight back into each other’s arms.

“I wanted to, Babe. Ya know, I need my demon vocal cords on tiptop form for when I’m killin’ the Superbowl. I’m not a natural songbird like you.”

“Bullshit.” Steve lightly backhanded Eddie’s chest, but… Ugh. Eddie made light of it. They both knew the real reason why he quit. Eddie had been dreaming of a future with Steve.

And the past few days he’d kept the faith, too, right? Under darn trying circumstances, to be fair.

“I better double check I still like the taste of you.” He kissed Eddie again. No tongues this time, he just touched his lips against Eddie’s, reminding himself how lush and soft they were. Eddie went with it, touching and brushing, the back of his knuckles lightly stroking Steve’s cheek in the whispering ghost of a caress. Steve lazily winded his arms around Eddie’s shoulders.

Soon, he also grinded his semi against the very prominent bulge in the front of Eddie’s sweatpants. It was the dumb beanbag’s fault for rolling them together, basically dick-to-dick.

“Want me to do something about that?” asked Steve. “Hope you’ve got something better to use as lube than that jar of peanut butter I spotted.”

Eddie licked his lips—damn, why was that so fucking erotic? Then everything got complicated:

“What do you want, Stevie? Look, kissing you always makes me hard. We don’t have to leap straight into the gorey stuff. I mean, I’m sorry about the guitar. Jesus, I can’t believe I got you arrested. I’m sorry about so fucking much.”

Steve took a beat, flinched from Eddie’s super-sweet intensity. 

What did he, Steve Harrington, want, right at this moment? 

He had a ton to apologise about too. Some of those apologies sent him tumbling into areas that his memory had basically cordoned off with some hardcore crime-scene tape. Even he, dumb as a brick that he was, understood that. He was still dog-tired, though jacked up on Wayne’s coffee, and lost in Eddie’s gaze, and…

Cut the crap, Harrington. You know what you want.

“Things are totally different now,” Eddie was saying. “We need to start over. Figure out… Gnnng, fuck!” 

Eddie’s eyes crossed daftly. Steve plunged his hand down the front of Eddie’s baggy sweatpants and began giving him a lazy hand-job.

“Thought that might shut you up, Munson.”

Steve giggled. Fucking giggled! He’d hardly laughed in days. Not even when Robin “deconstructed superficial categories of sex and age” by illustrating how she kicked some ass at terrible dad dancing. So yeah, he totally needed this. Moments later, they’d scrambled each other’s shirts off over their heads. Steve nearly whacked Eddie’s teeth out in the process, and they’d both gotten their pants pooled around their thighs. They giggled together like idiots, and all Steve’s thoughts rushed in tandem with his blood, to where Eddie stroked him into a gorgeous frenzy.

Eddie sure knew his way around a hand-job, slowly pressuring that g-spot on the underside of Steve’s dick, then smearing over Steve’s nub. Okay, when he touched that part, Steve was never gonna last too long. They resumed those featherlight kisses, moaning into each other’s throats. Then spattering, pretty much as one, over each other’s skin.

Steve kept on giggling and giggling.  He wasn’t even sure why, apart from this was a release he desperately needed.

“I’d been dreaming of that,” sighed Eddie, hand still cupping Steve’s softening dick. 

“Jerking off together like a couple of dumb teens?” panted Steve, flopping his head back and taking in a little more the trailer interior: “Sheesh! What is this place anyhow?”

“Oh, I lived here with Wayne from when I was 11. Nobody took up the lease when I bought the house, so it’s been empty for a couple of years. It’s a dump, huh?”

“It stinks of you,” smiled Steve. “The new you, Eds. I totally love it.” 

“Well, you might have to get used to it,” sighed Eddie. “Remember how I was stuck in the penthouse? Well, now I’m kinda stuck here, and… C’mon, if you were here and I still smoked, I’d kill you.”

“I’d survive,” mumbled Steve, squirming a little, and then, wonder of wonders, he stuttered it out: “Erm… thank you? I honestly appreciate it. Though it’s not like we’re stuck here for… Oh!” He read the rest of the truth in Eddie’s still guilt-stricken eyes. Thunder rumbled outside, low and distant. “You mean, you’re stuck like you were stuck in the penthouse?”

“Oh yeah, Baby,” crooned Eddie. “Getting this far nearly did for me. Guess the cops will probably drag me out sooner or later, tho’.”

Not if I can help it , thought Steve. Thunder rolled again, loud enough to set his pulse jumping. The rain bounced like bullets off the metal roof, and Eddie, cool enough, spilled more about how he’d got here. 

He kept things light, skirting around the ‘incident’ at the hotel. Poking out his tongue and being silly, though what he’d been forced to face must’ve been a living nightmare.

Icy fear tightened around Steve’s heart. The rain eased off.

He wanted nothing more than to help Eddie get over his agoraphobia. Truth was, he could help get the police off Eddie’s back too.

“You okay, darling?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Steve flapped a hand breezily. “It’s just before, we didn’t talk about important shit. Then you opened up to me, like you are now. I totally didn’t. Which sucks. There’s so much I need to tell you, Eddie. It’s not all bad stuff. Some of it is actually good, I guess. It’s just… really, really difficult for me.”

“It’s fine, Baby. Take your time. Or keep mum. Unless you can hear any police choppers hovering above that uproarious downpour, I got all the time in the world.” Eddie trailed his thumb down Steve’s stubbly cheek. Steve flinched from Eddie’s tight, if loving, scrutiny. “You wanna eat? Drink? I got half a flask of coffee left and—"

“I’m good. Kinda sticky, tho’.” He smeared his hand down Eddie’s tats. He’d missed them, too. “Does this place have a working shower?”

“Oh, I reckon I could get a trickle out of it, but… I got a better idea.” 

“Woah… What ya… Jesus, Eddie, you’re gonna kill me.”

Eddie had rolled off the beanbag, and was nudging his way between Steve’s legs. His hands crawled up Steve’s thighs, revelling in the stickiness. Steve shrugged and slid toward where Eddie lavished attention on him with hands and now also tongue. Steve’s dick, still soft in the wake of their recent adventures, perked up a little. “I’m not gonna be able to… oh shit.”

“You like?” Eddie’s earnest question was hilarious and life-affirming all at once.

“Love, Eddie. I love it.”

Steve flopped back, exhaling unsteadily, sinking snugly into the beanbag. Eddie licked around Steve’s balls and the base of his dick. He made dopey “Mmmm, mmmm” noises, easily coaxing from Steve that renewed flush of blood. He kissed his way along Steve’s dick, then slid his lips over his tip, where fresh pre-come mingled with Eddie’s saliva.

The press of those lush lips and tongue against around his dick felt fucking amazing. Eddie palpably luxuriated in it. All Steve could do was clench his fist in Eddie’s hair, clench and unclench, and rut lightly into Eddie’s mouth.

Back in the hotel, Steve had felt kinda guilty when Eddie blew him. Like he also did when Eddie ate him out or gifted one of those kickass hand-jobs. Eddie had always been so desperate to make sure Steve came too, that it bordered on exhausting.

Steve still wasn’t convinced he could climax again so soon. It was mega-fun finding out, and the demonically sexy glint in Eddie’s eyes cheered him on. If the storm raged on outside, his own heavy breaths smothered it. His sacs tightened, and waves of tingling pleasure surged, each better than the last. By the time Eddie sucked him deep, Steve was pretty much at the point of no return. The delicate flutters at the back of Eddie’s mouth, alternated with the scrub of Eddie’s tongue, sealed the deal.

“Yes, yes, yes… Eddieeeeee!”

He came harder than the first time, hand flying from Eddie’s hair to twist in his own, screaming hoarsely as he rode out the rush. Eddie’s eyes kept grinning wickedly, while he swallowed.

He slid off Steve’s shaft, slapped his glowingly red come-spattered lips. “You taste totally metal, Baby. Who needs Skippy’s creamy?”

“We do,” gasped Steve, as Eddie crawled back onto the beanbag beside him, “if you’re gonna stop messing around and fuck me.”

“You really want that?”

All Steve could do was gawk. “I always wanted you, Eddie. In every which way. Yeah, I was kinda surprised at the start. Sex had not exactly been much fun for me, not since I was fooling around as a kid. But, honest to God, you made it more than fun—and you being the hottest freak on the planet was one of the main reasons I took the job.”

Okay, talking about this proved unexpectedly simple. Especially when Eddie did one of his ditzy smiles, wrapping his hair coyly around a finger. “Aw, shucks.”

“I’m not saying what we did wasn’t totally fucked up,” continued Steve. “But that first night, you spent more time with your fingers up my ass than your dick. The only part which was hard labor was how you always wanted to get me off too. You cared that I was enjoying it, and I was. I wasn’t faking, okay? Hardly ever. So no guilt trips.”

“Ooookay,” said Eddie, frowning, now idly twisting Steve’s hair around his fingertip. “But you—”

Steve placed his hand over Eddie’s wet mouth. “Seriously, you have got something better to use as lube than the peanut butter, right?”

Part 16 on AO3 (tumblr link coming soon)

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Thank you for reading. Likes, reblogs and comments much appreciated and will feed the bunnies🐰💕🐰💕🐰💕🐰💕

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bot drop: august 24 2024

i got a few more done this week, but not as much as I wanted. for some reason I’m sick again ☠️

requests ~

motonari mouri

as requested, interactions with user as his romantic partner as well as cute moments with his daughter. decided to give him a mischievous daughter.

nobunaga oda

nobunaga isn’t used to someone being this much of a fan of him, so he’s growing flustered by the amount of knowledge user has on him

gilbert von obsidian

just like how he and chevalier were friends when they were little in rhodolite, in this slightly altered universe, he was friends with young user and now meets her again while she’s Belle. Ofc he isn’t supposed to know ur Belle but he does…

aaa this one is so good I loved it! thanks for ur request, rey 🩷

theo

an insanely comedic prompt of user naming their pet cockroach after him. decided to set the scene that user (mitsuki) was out for drinks with arthur and got drunk, somehow bringing back a roach

so sorry to the many requests before this one, it was just so comedic I wrote this one immediately

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ellis twilight — my sister randomly gave me the idea of jude having a daughter who’s pretty hard to handle, the only person who can take her being ellis. so in this scenario, user is Jude’s young daughter.

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