#also read Mr Boop

[susurrationofthewind]

this might be The Late Night Sleepies talking but i should reread Mr Boop

[piosplayhouse]

Mr. Boop by Alec Robbins is literally the best scum villain fanfiction that isn't a scum villain fanfiction ever created

[harmonysanreads]

Aventurine loves the boop function, everyone in the Strategic Investment Department and beyond will be a victim of it. He's going to get the badges, break the meter and get the highest boop count out of everyone, in any possible way. His three catcakes and your reputations are on the line, he says. But really, it makes him feel like a child again. Regardless of how competitive he appears to be, he genuinely enjoys it.

Alhaitham… sleeps through it all. He wasn't even aware there was an update, too busy with enjoying his day-off, reading books and lounging around. Think about his bewilderment when he wakes up to your barrage of texts, well, it's just another passing trend. Certainly it's better he missed it — don't give him that look. Okay, if you're going to look so pitiful, he supposes he'll allow you to ‘boop’ him physically. But just once!

Dan Heng needs to be taught how to participate from scratch ; updating the app, how to opt-in, how the boop button works and that he can press it multiple times. Unfortunately, by the time he gets the hang of it all, it's already over and he was just about to send you a super boop, too. Welt noted Dan Heng to be unusually deflated for the next week after this incident.

Dr. Ratio is scrunching his nose, furrowing his brows, pulling his lips down in a frown — this is the latest trend on the internet? Truly, humans don't need anything that complicated to feel that rush of serotonin and, you're hooked on it, too? Psh. He can program an even better, more intellectually stimulating function than this ‘boop’! And off he goes in that endeavor.

Gepard was fine when he was receiving boops from his sisters. But when he sees you in the notifications, with about fifty boops at that, he becomes flustered. So flustered that he forgets to boop you back at all. He was too preoccupied with not selling his dignity through a scream, please don't misunderstand.

Jing Yuan can't put it in words how much he adores it. It's not that surprising considering how much of a cat-person he is. He sends you regular boops, super boops, evil boops, boop memes — you name it. He'll even get matching boop profile pictures with you, his badges proudly presented beside the icon. It's the first time in a while he's felt this energetic, he won't let any of it go to waste.

Mr Reca wasn't that interested in the thing initially, he is a busy director after all. Until he discovered the evil boop and that you're also actively participating in the trend. Thus begins your boop battle with him. If you can adequately match his villainy, he'll be enthralled. Oh the ideas that come to his mind just from this, the universe is not ready for his next movie.

Sunday is too busy to loiter around social sites all the time, as such, you'll need to introduce it to him. He mostly just boops you and Robin for the dopamine that comes with the paw animations and somewhere along that road, he falls in love with it. He's going to send you all the kinds of boops, break the meter, earn the badges, browse through all the memes and buy boop merch. Congratulations, you now have a perpetual boop fan and Sunday has a new love language.

[dira333]

Big, butiful and nice - Fatgum x Reader

I have carried this idea with me for a while. This features a single Mom! Reader, so if kids aren't your thing, you don't have to read it. Pure Fluff. Tagging @missalienqueen @bbglay @pixiesavvy @itsyoursunshinebabe @marti-mp4

“UP! UP!” Chubby arms reach for him and huge eyes twinkle up at him over a row of missing teeth.

“Oh?” Toyomitsu reaches down and picks the little girl up. “Who are you?”

“Etsuko.” She tells him proudly, trying to reach for the zipper of his costume. 

“Hi, Etsuko. Where is your mommy?”

“Dead.”

He stills. Oh.

“Etsuko?!” A woman in a business suit rushes around the corner, spots the little girl and halts. “You can’t just run off!”

It’s only then that you notice him - not that he’s trying to hide in his big form.

“Oh! Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Fatgum, Sir! I was just showing Etsuko the on-site childcare when she ran off! Please, let me take her, I don’t know why she bothered you.”

“Big!” Etsuko explains simply. “I can see the world!” 

“Yes, you do!” Toyomitsu bounces her once, twice and revels in her giggles. “And don’t worry, it happens.” He transfers the little girl to your arms, watches with fondness as she immediately snuggles into your side. “Your…?”

“Niece, Sir. She’s my niece. I just… uh, I just transferred this week and this is all pretty new for us, but I promise we’ll be totally professional from now on.”

“Oh, please don’t.” He laughs, waving his hand, “That’d be boring, right?”

You look a little dumbfounded. It’s pretty, he notices, when your features soften. When you’re not constantly focused on looking all-serious.

“Boss?” A voice asks from the other end of the hallway. He turns to see Kirishima, all dressed up in his costume and eager to get going. Toyomitsu nods and turns back to you. 

“I guess I’ll see you around. And Etsuko,” he boops her nose, “Keep smiling, okay?”

-

“Mr. Fatgum, Sir?” Toyomitsu looks up from his Desk and the assortment of food spread across its expanse.

You’re dressed in a different suit this time, the dull grey color of it making you look like a banker coming to collect his soul. He shivers. 

“I have the analysis. Do you want to go over it now or later?”

“If you don’t mind me eating while you talk, we can go over it now.”

You nod and slip into the chair on the other side of his desk.

You’re a professional, he can tell. You stick out of their agency like a sore-thumb, but you’re probably also the voice of reason they need the most. 

Yes, he’s on Number 58, but he’s also too slack with his employees. Lord knows there are many things he could improve.

You show him charts and numbers, studies and graphs. You’re smart, he can tell, to the point that he can’t help but interrupt you.

“Did you just do that calculation in your head?”

“Oh… oh yeah, it’s my… it’s my Quirk.” You explain, seemingly embarrassed by it. “I’ve got a computer for a brain, basically.”

“That’s cool.”

You shrug. Your eyes flicker to the Takoyaki. He pushes them towards you, silently offering them.

“Oh, no, I shouldn’t.” You wave your hands but he shakes his head. “Take one. Tell me about yourself for a bit, will you? You transferred here from Endeavours Agency, right?”

“Yes.” You nod, still eyeing the Takoyaki. He picks one up and hands it to you, watching the emotions flicker over your face. Eventually, you pop it into your mouth and chew and he’s lucky to have been watching because happiness flickers over your face like a shooting star over the night sky.

“Another?” Toyomitsu hands you another one. It doesn’t take long for the dish to vanish.

You must have been hungry, or maybe it’s just your favorite dish, but the food has softened your features, blurred the harsh lines that you draw yourself in.

“My sister died unexpectedly. I don’t know who Etsuko’s father is, but my parents died when I was a teen and I’m the only one she has left. I did love working for Endeavour, I really did, but it’s no place for a single mother. I heard you offered on-site childcare, so I applied.”

“And what do you think of us so far?”

“Well,” you reach for your tablet again, but he stops you.

“Without the numbers, please?”

You hesitate for a second. “It’s… it’s warm, I guess. Everyone’s really nice here and no one minds when Etsuko runs off yet again, coming to find me in my office. I know it’s my job to look for opportunities to improve your brand and your agency, but I am constantly at odds.”

“Why is that?” 

“If you could have an Agency like Endeavour, would you do it if it meant giving up all the things that make you special?”

He considers it. If there’s no on-site childcare at Endeavour’s, and he’d have to give this one up, quite a few of his employees would fall away. Like Kuno-kun, who brings in his daughter and his wife’s homemade baking. Or Noda-san, who knits scarfs for everyone in the winter and who’s using the child-care for her grandsons. 

There’d be no longer the laughter of children heard in the hallways, no more drawings handed over at the end of a semester.

“No, I don’t think I’d want to give that up. At least not all of it. But we could find a compromise, I guess. Make the best of what we are. If that means we’ll stay at Nr. 58, I’m fine with that. Being a Hero doesn’t mean to have the highest rank, but to save the most people, right?”

Surprise flickers over your face. 

It’s gone as fast as it came but he likes to believe that he made an impact on you.

-

“How are you all doing today?”

Almost fifteen children surround him. The older ones are holding back in favor of the younger ones, he can tell, but they’re all so eager to tell him about their adventures.

“One after the other, okay?” Toyomitsu settles on a nearby chair. “But first we have to ask: who’s our newest member?”

Etsuko steps forward. Her hair is pulled up into little pigtails and she looks adorable.

“Hi, Etsuko. Do you want to sit on my lap today? You have to be careful though, because if you lean too much into me, I might suck you in.”

Her eyes widen, but the kids around her giggle. “Do it!” They tell her. “It’s so much fun.”

So she does, giggling almost hysterically as the fat absorption kicks in. Only her head’s left out, her pigtails whipping around as she shakes her head, giggling.

“If you want out, all you have to do is tell me, okay? No kicking.”

She nods. 

At the end of this month's visit to the children, he leaves with a hand full of drawings and one sucker, tucked into his hand by one of the older children. 

Toyomitsu’s almost down the hallway when he feels someone tugging at his legs. He turns to see Etsuko toddling after him. She reaches for him. 

“Up?” She asks and he can’t say no to her big eyes and her small pout.

If he walks around the agency for a bit with her sitting on his shoulder instead of directly taking her back, that’s his secret and his secret alone.

-

Months pass.

Toyomitsu implements the first of your proposals. His ranking moves, slowly at first, until he finds himself at Nr. 35. 

Etsuko has begun sneaking into his office once a week, handing him a drawing or a slice of fruit, left over from her lunch. Sometimes he lets her sit on his lap, listening to her talk about her day. 

Certainly, you must know about it. How else could she bring in expensive chocolates one day and have your handwriting on her drawing the next, clearly pointing out that the yellow blob is him? 

He’s been thinking a lot about you lately. 

More than he should about one of his employees. 

But he likes the way you talk, all serious one second, rattling down numbers and statistics, until he makes a joke and you can’t stop giggling, your voice suddenly smooth and soft.

He likes the way you look in the early mornings when Etsuko’s done her best to make you late, when your hair’s not done up perfectly and you’re missing your usual makeup. Or when you’d been with her for lunch and no one’s told you yet that there’s a sticky handprint on your blouse or your skirt is wrinkled, no doubt from Etsuko pulling on it.

You love your niece and he loves to see all signs of it, like an imprint you cannot wipe away.

So far, you haven’t shown any signs of interest in him.

You’ve started calling him by his last name, though, foregoing the “Sir” for most of the time. 

But that doesn’t mean that you’d consider a date with him, right? 

Or is he starting to get delusional?

-

“What do you think, Daddy?” Toyomitsu freezes. 

Etsuko’s sitting on his lap, fingertip moving over one of her drawings as she explains.

It had been a perfectly fine moment up until now.

“What did you just call me?”

“Daddy!” She looks up at him, grinning so wide it must hurt her face. “Because you’re my Daddy.”

“I… well…” He struggles. He doesn’t know what to say. “Etsuko, you cannot call me that.”

“Eh? Why?” She pulls at his shirt. “Are you not my Daddy?”

“No, Etsuko. I’m not your Daddy. I like you a lot and I want to be your friend, but I’m not your Daddy.”

Her eyes start to water and he can feel himself panicking. He’s normally not that bad with kids, but this… this is just catching him on the wrong foot at the wrong time.

“Look,” he tries to explain. “It’s like with your Aunty, right? She loves you a lot, but she’s not your Mommy.”

“But you’re my Daddy!” Etsuko’s hands are balled into fists now. “Mommy said that Daddy was big and butiful and nice! You are my Daddy.”

“Oh, Etsuko.” Toyomitsu pulls her in, realizing her mistake. She’s crying into his shirt now, her tears more fueled by confusion and anger than real sadness. He lets her cry it out before he picks her up.

“I think we need to talk to your Aunty for a moment about this, okay?”

-

He hadn’t thought your face could turn any more serious, but he’d been mistaken. 

There’s no softness left in your features as he explains. Etsuko’s sitting on your lap now, face snuggled into your blazer. He’s pretty sure that’s going to leave stains, but he’s also sure he shouldn’t point it out right now.

“I didn’t know,” you say. And “I’m sorry she bothered you this much.” And “I will make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

At some point he realizes that you’re no longer listening to him, ears closed off from his explanations. He can do nothing but leave you, wondering if he’s just ruined everything that could have possibly been.

-

For the following week, he gets no visits from Etsuko.

Toyomitsu does not dare to visit her in childcare either, unsure of what you want.

But he’s got an appointment with you on Thursday that he puts all his hopes on.

When you come in he can tell that you must have spent an extra minute preparing yourself beforehand, because there is no hair out of place and you’re wearing lipgloss like battle armor.

He feels wholly unprepared for this fight, even less so after losing a quarter of his body fat in yesterday’s fight.

But the sight of him, so much smaller and thinner than you’ve gotten to know him, seems to soften the resolve in your eyes.

“Are you okay?” You ask. 

“If you refer to my body, I will be. I have to eat a lot in the next few days to get back to my usual form, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. If you refer to something else… No, I’m not okay with how this played out.

“About that…” You gingerly sink into your chair, hands folded over your lap. You’re not looking at him. “I did some more research. I should have done that ages ago. I… I’ve found Etsuko’s father.”

His heart beats painfully.

“Who is it?”

“His name’s Kan Sekijiro. I don’t know if you know hi-”

“Vlad King?”

“Ah, yes. So you know him?”

“I know of him. One of his students interned here. He’s… did you contact him?”

“Not yet.” You purse your lips. Considering that all Etsuko knew about her father… I am sorry that she got you confused. I know this is highly unprofessional and-”

“I don’t care.”

You still. Your eyes flicker over to him.

“Look,” he leans forward, can’t help it. He needs you to understand this. “This isn’t just Etsuko’s doing alone. I like spending time with her. I could have stopped anytime, bring her back every time she came over to my office. I didn’t put a stop on it and maybe I should have, but I…”

“What?”

“I have to preface this by saying that I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, or… or put you in a tight spot because I’m your employer, but-”

“Spit it out.” Your words are harsh and rushed and he can tell you regret them the second they leave your mouth. But you’re right. He’s stalling.

“I am interested in you.”

Your jaw slackens, your features soften with that well-known dumbfoundedness. 

As you bury your face in your hands, he can feel his heart sink. Fighting criminals is so much easier than facing rejection.

“Are you okay?” He asks when your face doesn’t come back up. You nod into your hands.

“Are you sure? You’re not looking too good there.”

“It feels like my Quirk is overloading. I am…”

“Overthinking? I am familiar with that. Not that I suffer from it, but you’ve met Suneater, I guess.” He tries to joke, make light of the situation. It’s what makes you finally lift your head.

“If you’re serious,” you bite through your teeth, “About this. About… Etsuko and me. I… I’d take you out to dinner.”

Toyomitsu blinks. He’s expected everything but that.

“Are you serious?” He asks and you groan. 

“No, I mean yes. But… you know how much I eat, right?”

You huff, looking away. He’s not the worlds expert in flirting, but you do look kinda flustered. 

“I might have looked up All-You-Can-Eat-Restaurants ever since I’ve gotten to know you,” you mumble and the pout on your lips looks eerily like Etsuko’s.

-

“I’m home!” Toyomitsu calls out from the Genkan.

To his surprise, no tiny feet come running. When he peeks around the corner he finds you curled up on the Couch, an open book next to you on the floor. You must have fallen asleep reading.

“Hey,” he cards a hand through your hair to wake you gently. “Shouldn’t Sekijiro be back before dinner?”

“What?” You try to wipe the sleep from your eyes while snuggling into him. “Oh, no, he called before I took a nap. He’s bringing her back after Dinner. Apparently, they’re making pancakes.”

“Ah, did you tell him to bring leftovers?” He jokes, chuckling when you nod earnestly.

.

Life is good. 

He’s got a wife and a daughter and his daughter’s father has turned into a good friend.

He’s got a job he enjoys, a Quirk he can rely on and so far he’s been able to stay himself.

There’s not much he’d wish for nowadays. 

Well, except maybe some more food.

.

You’re still on the Couch when he walks into the kitchen, fully intending to make Dinner as soon as he’s gotten a little snack from the fridge.

But inside the fridge is a huge box. He furrows his brows and pulls it out. He recognizes the branding, but you only buy a cake at this bakery for important dates, like your wedding anniversary or Etsuko’s first day in kindergarten.

“Baby, did I miss an event?” He asks, flipping open the lid.

“Why do you ask?”

“There’s a cake in the fri-”

“Don’t open it!” You yell, rushing over. But the lid’s already open. The buttercream frosting is light blue and the icing a dark blue. Big, bold letters write out “World’s best Dad!”

“This is nice,” he says as you reach him, clearly out of breath and a little haggard. “But you didn’t have to buy an expensive cake to let me know. Not that I mind. Or is it for Sekijiro?”

“Ah,” your face is doing some weird contortions. 

His eyes flicker back to the icing and something in his head clicks at the color.

“Taishirou, I’m pregnant.”

[reveluving]

OMG!Graves and shy wife are the definition of Gomez and Morticia Addams!!!PLEASE AND THANK YOU ❤❤❤

THIS THIS THIS!!! Swooning because one; Gomez & Moticia and two; Graves and his eternal love for you 💗 >>>

Includes: mentions of s~mut (minors DNI!) & tooth-rotting fluff!

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

Come & check out my COD m.list!

Even though I, myself mentioned the Gomez-style arm kisses bit, I actually see it now.

You; a soft-spoken respectful, possibly even an iconic sweetheart who looks at no one but her husband with sparkles in her eyes?

Graves; a proud, brazen and successful rich man who adores his wife like no other? 

Maybe even Kai as Thing? 

I see the vision.

Always making a habit out of kissing your hands, one or both, just the back of it or up your arms like his life depends on it. Or twirling you around before trapping you against his chest or any surface with a cocky smile, feeling your body up shameless as he not whispers, but downright speaks the naughty things he wishes to do with you like he’s reading off a poem book.

Feeling your body heat up against his the more he speaks.

Always having a gift ready for you, whether in a box or a simple bow. Doesn’t matter if there’s an occasion, nor does he only spoil you when he leaves or returns from his work. Deliveries aren’t uncommon, though he prefers actually giving you the surprise himself. To see the corners of your lips twitch as your eyes twinkle at his thoughtfulness. He’s gifted you plenty of things, spoiled you on numerous occasions, but he’ll never grow tired of your reactions. 

He supports your work or interests like no other, because who doesn’t love seeing their beloved happily living their life? 

If you think he doesn’t talk (read: brag) about you to his friends or better, the people he knows who are jealous of him to have you as his dearest wife, then you couldn’t be any more wrong!

One can only imagine how many times he’s woken up before you, complimenting your features, your loyalty, your nature, and just you being his in general. 

Like bro.

He’s undoubtedly blinded by your beauty, indeed!

And your touches.

Ah, your touches.

Your gentle touches contrast with his—not exactly rough (unless you ask for it), but more so experienced, confident, unafraid. A constant reminder of his unabashed character, the lack of suppression or patience he has when it comes to showering you with his love. Something he didn’t know he had in him, nor did he ever have the chance to give it. 

Your touches either make him melt like a hot knife through butter or really, just get a rise out of him, even from anything as little as your fingers caressing his stubble, trailing your nails along his chest in the morning or even a little boop on the nose. 

Now, you don’t need to hear it from me that Mr Graves is also… experimental. 

Positions that’ll have you scream out his name like a prayer, or sex toys to elevate your already extreme level of pleasure. He’s always ready to offer it all, to be at your service, whether to have you squirm and writhe under him on the finest sheets, or tell you how much an angel you are, how the world has gifted him the greatest treasure of all. 

And God knows how different his life may be, how he may be without you by his side.

In the words of Mr Addams himself; “To live without you, only that would be torture.”

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[horsegirlwarcrimes]

what’s ur fav pairing involving sqh and please elaborate in as much detail as humanly possible 🙏🏽🙏🏽 personally im all for js abt anyone / sqh because i believe he’s just a guy and yet..every relationship he has is meaningful to me

omg a great question 👀👀👀

i have to admit i am a basic moshang lover at heart, they are just the perfect combo of angst/genuine emotions/beautiful themes and very funny that i love. shang qinghua is mr. boop and also mobei-jun's god and the jaken to his sesshomaru. mobei jun is his blorbo and his abuser and his annoying boss. they have a 20-30 year age difference. they dont even get together at the end of the moshang extras they just continue to have a weird boss/employee relationship and someday get their shit together off-screen. its everything to me

when writing moshang, i think the best things for me are the available tension of mobei jun's treatment of shang qinghua, contrasted against the genuine softness i think mobei jun feels for him and shang qinghua's deeply ingrained self worth issues. its just such a delicious cocktail for both drama and sweetness! and for some reason when together, they give me that very solid 'married couple who can basically psychically communicate' vibe, compared to bingqiu's messy freudian college girl energy (also beloved to me)

THAT SAID. i do think there are other very fun or funny pairings for sqh that i would love to see more of tbh.

A) SQH/YQY. this is mostly just because i love @tossawary's hey, share the weight a little, which is so cute and honestly mostly comes down to 'two great tastes that taste great together' for me. not my fav for either of them but deserves honorable mention for being the main non-moshang sqh pairing with a fic i love

B) SQH/LQG. i think that shang qinghua gets him. he COULD fix him, by which in this case i mean use his mildly conniving nature, excellent planning skills, and sneakiness to improve liu qingge's quality of life through trickery. and i think that shang qinghua could really benefit from a loving and devoted partner who doesn't have that much more emotional intelligence than him, but who would make him eat full meals, sleep, and get some fresh air.

C) SQH/TLJ - SQH/TLJ/SXY - SQH/SXY... its just so funny. i think they could be enchanted by his weird little man swag. his mildly evil heart and his big brown eyes. and i think he'd find them mildly unsettling which is also funny

D) MQF/SQH. i have never seen or written any content for this but i kind of want it very badly now that ive thought of it. sqh can get rare and weird information for him, mqf would be 'i can fix him' for sqh's crippling anxiety and tendency to get injured by demons, they are both workaholics... this would be a magical combo

i do sometimes read cumplane and think they can be very fun and/or cute, but its not really a fav sqh pairing of mine, nor is sqh/og!sqq, altho ik those are probably the other two most popular pairings for him. i just think he should be w someone who appreciates how smart he is and idk that either of them do that for me... they, in turn, seem to me like guys who want to be the smart one in a relationship 😂

anyways i really took 'in as much detail as possible' and ran with it so i hope this answers your question hahaha. many thoughts about this man that live in my brain 😌

[dazedkook]

adore you

pairings: wolf hybrid jungkook x bunny hybrid oc

warnings: pseudo incest (oc is adopted), softdom jungkook, masturbation (f), kissing, nipple play, slight penetration

[unedited]

growing up with jeon jungkook has been one of the most beautiful moments in your life, he's your favourite person on earth. although, you spend a good 12 years thinking that he is your biological brother. you never realise the differences in between you and his family until you learn about genetics in science class. later did you know that it was his mother's idea to adopt you from the orphanage. the jeons family loves volunteering and mrs jeon quickly grows fond of you so they decided bring you home. to her suprise, jungkook is very gentle and loving around you.

jungkook has always been your number one supporter. despite the age gap of four years with him, he will never get tired of spending his time with you. jungkook remembers when he was 10, his friends made fun of him for still playing doll house with you, he doesn't give a fuck. he secretly loves combing the doll's hair and enjoys decorating the house. he also encourages you to eat vegetables (which is funny because he never met a bunny hybrid that absolutely despise the greens). finally, you could never thank him enough for assisting you through school. despite being busy with his senior year and sports, he tries his best to help you and make sure you're on top of your studies too. many years later and jungkook had successfully established himself as a successful young lawyer. he resides in a fancy apartment while you just started university. of course, like a good doting brother, he lets you to live with him instead of the crappy dormitory.

jungkook types in his house's key and expects to see you in the study room or living room, instead he sees you running around in your room. it's 7pm and you're frantically searching a pair of socks to match your loafers.

"bunny, where are you going?" a frown appears on jungkook's pretty face as he takes the socks from your hands and he kneels down to put it on you. he can’t help but to stare a little bit longer before putting it on. jungkook admits that he loves touching your hands and feet, he loves to compare it with his size.

"ah, i forgot to tell you! soobin invited me to his birthday party!" he looks up when he hears the name, he remembers him. choi soobin is the bunny hybrid who happens to be your best friend since grade school and he isn’t surprised to learn that he is majoring in the same program like yours.

"do you think he'll like his gift? i got him a-" you don't even get to finish your sentence when his hands lay on your thighs, he takes a deep breath before forcing a smile. see, jungkook tries his best to be calm but how can he stays sane when you've been spending too much time with this boy?

ever since he was younger, he has always hated when he overhears the mothers around the neighbourhood joke around about how you’ll end up being mated to the choi’s youngest child. he remembers getting into a serious arguement with his mother when he finds out that soobin is arranged to be your first heat partner. much to his delight, you haven’t had your first heat yet.

"ooh, how was your day?" you fiddle along with his long hair and gently rub his greyish ears that sit on top of his head. he can't hide the smile on his face and pulls you to his lap before you quickly lean on to his neck to take a whiff of his musky scent. he chuckles seeing your new habit.

for the past few months, he notices that you like to smell him more frequent, sneak into his bed almost every night, and steals his things to keep inside your room. strangely, you never think much on how his scent make you feel cloudy but brings you comfort at the same time.

"hmm, it was tiring as always. i still have tons of documents to read" he gives your round nose a boop and kiss the temple of your head. you adore him for always being passionate in his field but you can't help to feel bad after seeing how tired he can get sometimes. you want to tell him to rest before he cuts you.

"and baby, how many times do i have to remind you to be careful? it's dangerous to go out at night, people are getting kidnapped these days" jungkook lightly scolds you, he knows that he sounds like the old people but he is just concerned. the world isn't exactly a safe place and he doesn't want you to ever get hurt.

"kook, he's a good friend of mine! i promise that i will be back before midnight and i will keep you updated. you'll let me go, right?" you beg while you randomly play with his tie as you wait for his answer. you don't have to know that it makes jungkook hard whenever you pull him close by his tie, he just wants to kiss you and mark you as his.

"alright, you can't get too drunk and you have be home before midnight" he defeatedly says and makes a pinky promise with you before putting on your loafers. like a good girl, you give him a hug and kisses before saying goodbye.

few hours passed and there is no sign of you. jungkook runs his hands through his hair as he painfully listens the clock ticks, it is past midnight and you haven't answered to any of his call or a text. he can't go to sleep without knowing your whereabouts, he silently prays that you're having fun and forgot to check your phone. soon, he hears the beeping sound of the door and exhale a sigh when he sees you struggle to walk straight and bump into the shoe cabinet.

"jungkook? why are you not sleeping yet?" you walk towards him and sat on his lap, you laid your head on his chest as you try to rest. he shakes his head seeing how your hair becomes disheveled, the black sock became a mismatched colour instead, not to mention that you smell like five different types of alcohol.

"did my baby enjoyed the party?" jungkook softly mutters as he unclasps your necklace and put it on the coffee table. he gently bounce you on his legs while he waits for your answer.

"mmhm, i met a lot of new people from different department. they're cool" you mutter under your breath as you feel your eyelids are getting heavier.

jungkook is getting upset seeing how you seems to forget about the promise. he becomes even irritated when he smells a strong male scent all over your body. being a wolf hybrid, his sense of scent is superior compared to the others. he keeps himself composed and cups your face to take a good look at your beautiful face.

"i'm glad that you had a lot of fun but you didn't keep your promise" his thumb ran across your stained lips and he slowly pushes it inside your mouth. he almost slip up a moan when you innocently suck on his finger as you stare into his orbs. it always drive him crazy whenever you do something so innocent yet his sick brain finds it sexual. this includes where you always offer to massage his body with baby oil, showing off your new skirt, and playing with his hair.

"kookie, i am so sorry. i-i forgot to check my phone" he already feel bad seeing how regretful you look. there's a reason why jungkook can't play the mean big brother narrative to you. ever since he was young, his natural instinct is to protect and shower you with warm love. no matter how hard he tried, he will always end up babying you.

"that's okay, don't do it again" he whispers and give your thighs a gentle squeeze before he scooped you into his arms.

"let me run a bath for you. my baby reeks of alcohol" he jokingly says as carries you to his bedroom. he helps to remove your makeup while waiting for the bathtub to be full.

"bunny, take off your clothes. i'll wait for you in the bathroom" he leaves to check on the temperature to make sure the water is warm enough. he silently thank god when you show up in a robe, he turns around and reminds you to be careful as you get into the bath tub. to avoid himself from staring inappropriately, he only look at your face. he starts by shampooing your hair with your favourite scent and washed it off.

his intention is pure, he wants you to get a nice warm bath and sleep comfortably. so, he left you alone and tells you to wash yourself. thankfully, you didn't hurt yourself in the bathroom. he smiles seeing you're dressed in his black shirt, he lets you to join him.

"kookie, please help me to put on the body lotion" you sit on his lap and fondle with the muscle on his shoulder as he apply the lotion on your legs. he slightly lift your shirt and apply it on your back and stomach, you always feel electrifying tingles whenever he touches you in that way. he is taken aback when you guide his hand right on your chest.

"you also have to put the lotion there" you breathe out. you are aware that jungkook shouldn't touch you there but it is so tempting, his veiny hands look so inviting.

"baby, i can't touch you in this way" jungkook replies as he quickly remove his hand away from touching you improperly. he assumes your drunken state has made you mischievous.

"but, you always do everything for me" your eyebrows furrowed in frustration, you need more of his touch and he just choose to shrug it off. what's so wrong about you wanting him to have fun with your body?

"that doesn't include touching you inappropriately, you're my baby sister" jungkook responds as he puts the lotion on the bedside table, he caresses your hair and give you a forehead kiss. truthfully, jungkook wants to touch and play with you but he considers that you're drunk. he wants everything to be consensual and comfortable with you.

"kook, i am adopted" you blurt out, jungkook laughs hearing you casually speak about it. he is glad that you are no longer holding any grudge against your parents for not telling you about the adoption. he remembers you being so upset and decided to ignore everyone in the house except him, he thought it should be obvious when you're the only one with a long floppy brown ears inside the house.

"baby, you have to sleep" he suggests so that you'll go to bed and forget about it in the next morning, he doesn't have enough mental capability to restrain himself from doing bad things to you.

well, you don't want to go to bed. he made you feel excited so he must finish it. you can feel his erected cock poking you through the thin fabric of his short, you know that he is equally aroused like you.

"kookie, what's stopping you?" you ask him in hope that he will give you an explanation. personally, you don't think that it is wrong because you are not related by blood.

"baby, you're not thinking straight when you're drunk" he confesses. so, he must've feel that he is taking advantage of you.

"but, i really want you" your hand sneak inside of his short and took his cock out. you give it a gentle stroke as you observe his reaction, he seems to be getting off with it.

you slide your panty aside and stroke the reddening head against your wet entrance before rubbing it on your clit, a shaky moan escapes your lips as you pleasure yourself. jungkook's nails dig into your thighs as he tries to be cool. it took every sanity and moral inside him to not just shove his whole length and fuck you into oblivion.

"and it doesn't matter if you don't put your cock inside of me" your genius mind works its way to convince him, he feels so dizzy hearing his well mannered angel speaks filthy words to him.

"no baby, i can't do that to you" jungkook ignores your eye contact and tries to push you off his lap, he needs to get away before his inner beast takes over his mind. he doesn't want to scare you.

"please, just the tip?" you pathetically ask him with almost teary eyes. he really can't say no to you, not when you ask nicely with such adorable face.

"fuck— okay, but you have to tell me to stop if it hurts" he gently pushes you to lay on bed before he gets on top of you. his heart beats with pride when you quickly grabbed his thick cock and put it right in front of your entrance. you are just so excited to have the first dick in your life. he gives you a light kiss on your cheek before he slowly pushes his tip into your tight hole. he panics when he sees that you're starting to cry, he wants to stop but you shake your head furiously.

soon, his room is filled with your wanton noises, jungkook no longer felt guilty. in fact, he had keep you edged for half an hour. you've become a crying mess and keep on begging for him to let you come but he just had to pull out and stop playing with your clit whenever you're about to come.

"you're so mean, i hate it" you whimper when he denies your orgasm again. you did try to touch yourself but he will gently swat your hands away.

"aww, my baby is getting so upset" he mocks as he massages your tits and gives the nipples a little pinch at the end. his cock twitch in interest when he hears your moan, he rubs your sensitive nipples and notices that you're getting even wetter.

"my pretty bunny, i should've breed you earlier" jungkook mutters and lands a light slap on your aching clit. he groans when you let out a tiny squirt, he had been denying your orgasm for so long that you become so sensitive to every touch.

he decides to be nice and put the tip of his hard cock inside of your throbbing core. it only takes a few small thrusts before he feels your hole spasms all around his cock, you just had your first orgasm. he pulls out and gives his cock a few stroke before he comes all over your thighs.

jungkook showers your face with kisses and praises you for taking him so well. he will regret this by the morning comes but that's not his concern for now. he cleans your body with a damp towel and froze when he hears you speak,

"can we do this again tomorrow?"

author's note: happy belated new year and valentine everyone 💖 this is user tete1995 and i changed my username to dazedkook, i actually started uni last year which explains my inactivity. i want to get back on writing this year so hopefully i will be able to post more, please stay safe and be happy 🫶

[vidavalor]

Hello & welcome! You'll find my masterlist & snacks in here...

Hello, gentle readers, and welcome to my Tumblr thing. I write meta analyzing Good Omens with a special emphasis on its use of language. On this blog, we've also been decoding Crowley & Aziraphale's etymology-based hidden language, which we've dubbed Ineffable Husbands Speak, for a little while now. You'll find a compendium of posts related to that, as well as other theories and analysis, below the cut.

In this post, you'll find my meta masterlist. You can go to my original welcome post here to read more about the content of my blog. This post contains links to meta on language and characters. You can find story analysis meta here, theories here, and silly stuff over here. 💕

Meta on Ineffable Husbands Speak & Overall Use of Language in Good Omens

Crepes: Introduction to Crowley & Aziraphale's hidden language & an analysis of the 2008 minisode in 1.01 & how it shows the nature of their relationship

Fish: A deep dive into what the deal is with all the fish references and what the show seems to be suggesting about how sushi, Camelot, Rome and The Bullet Catch can tell us about how Crowley & Aziraphale first became lovers

Crowley and Plosives: Why Crowley pops consonants & what it has to do with his hiss

Non-Frozen Peas: First of two metas about Aziraphale's French in S2

Canapes: Homophony and what Aziraphale's French in S2 has to do linguistically with Vavooming and Crowley's couch in the bookshop

Bread: Ella Fitzgerald, Jesus and blasphemous innuendo

Tip Top, Thank You and Tickety Boo

The Yiddish in The Blitz, Part 2 & "No Nightingales"

Crowley calling Aziraphale "baby" in 1.01

The etymology of Aziraphale's name

Jiggery Pokery

Odegra & The Language of The Dark Priesthood of Ancient Mu

Grice: On the language in Muriel's notes

On the language jokes relating to sushi, pigs, and hat stands

Alpha Centauri

The romantic implications of the improper use of apostrophes

The OK sign's historical ties to Vavooming

"Wily and "Thwart"

"Technically"

"Bored" and "Board" and "Wrath" and "Wroth"

"Suspishous Ears"

Crowley's barely-coded "I love you" to Aziraphale in the Muriel scene

On use of "friend" in Ineffable Husbands Speak

On horses, The Arrangement and the innuendo in the 1601 scene

The hand flick that means 'couple'

The rubber duck

Vol-au-vents and nightingales

"Constitution of an ox"

On Aziraphale's magic words and why the antagonists are called the redundant-sounding Nazi Zombie Flesheaters

Aziraphale doing Bildad hands in Rome

"Quite sure"

Requested examples of references to Crowley by Aziraphale using language with feminine connotations

To "explode" a theory

"Put on the cuffs... I'll come quietly."

Flaming Sord

"Comes of putting it up your sleeve."

"The Amazing Mr. Fell"

Sleight of hand

Aziraphale petting Crowley's arm in 1827

Getting into a scrape

"Perfect" and "gorgeous"

Aziraphale booping Crowley's nose with the magic coin in S1

The Blitz, The B-Side and Baraqiel

"Perfectly safe"

The Arch Arch-Traitors, Err, Traitors Association

"Toss you for Edinburgh", salads, and wordplay around rings

Cobbler

"Come for me"

On 'The Maltese Falcon' & coded language

"Angel's Food Cake"

"You say 'potato' and I say 'eggcellent'..."

Aziraphale's hands are magic

"Help could come from an unexpected quarter"

"Will you get into trouble?"

"I opened the door for you."

"My dear fellow"/Mr. Fell

"PROF HOFFman"

On "Anthony" and Aziraphale getting used to it

On Professor Rossignol, nightingales, skeleton keys, references to the ancient Egyptian god Ra and the wordplay around freemasonry.

"Nice dress. Suits you."

Muriel and 'My Fair Lady'

Character Analysis Meta

If you're about to ask how Crowley & Aziraphale could already be together & your rationale for why they aren't is the 2.06 kiss, you should read this post

A short look at one of the reasons why Aziraphale keeps a journal

Aziraphale always open the bookshop door for Crowley

How 1827 explains why & how Aziraphale stopped changing his look

Crowley's smudged lipstick & walk in 1941

On Aziraphale in the 1967 scene and the Holy Water arc

Some thoughts on what The Serpent & the food kink suggests

A short look at Gabriel and Crowley parallels

In defense of Gabriel and on S2 highlighting his and Aziraphale's quiet depression

Shax, Crowley and the Hot Water Boiler metaphor

More on Shax's pash on Crowley & Crowley's big reputation

Mr. Brown of Brown's World of Carpets' pash on Aziraphale

Gabriel's use of 1950s-era American slang in S2

The Original, Original Sin Theory: What "I Forgive You" really means

Gabriel spending an episode in a blanket (this is not a deep analysis lol)

On how Maggie & Nina contrast with Crowley & Aziraphale

On the dessert choices during the body swap

Crowley using the evidence envelope as a frame

On Crowley & Aziraphale's paralleling scenes on buses in S1

On praise kink

Mrs. Sandwich's ball outfit & Before the Beginning

Aziraphale lying to Crowley about how he did the magic trick in 1941

"I don't think you understand what I'm offering you."

Tantric Eye Gazing

The Ineffable Husbands-ness of Gabriel's bookseller outfit

Suggestions in the story that Aziraphale & Crowley are using knowledge of The Proust Effect to try to minimize the risk of memory loss to Aziraphale

These posts contain discussion of SA:

Satan's attacks on Crowley and Crowley's PTSD

Lindsay doesn't just parallel Heaven but also Lucifer

Crowley, Lucifer & Mrs. Sandwich

Crowley, Aziraphale, possession and opera

[4ndj4]

What if the Dogs used the internet?

(headcanons)

Mr. White

Facebook grandpa

That's it, just Facebook

Misspelled his name while making and account and doesn't know how to fix it

Probably plays games there too, like Candy crush or those stupid farm games I hate with passion

Immediately unfriends someone after an argument

Doesn't know how the block button works so just blocks everyone he doesn't know

Comments "👍" on every other post

Posts those "old man" selfies

Has a bunch of things on the Facebook Marketplace

(grandpacore)

Mr. Orange

You can't say he doesn't use Ao3 and Tumblr

Doesn't post his own content just reblogs

Has all three boop badges

Unlocked likes and follows so you can stalk him

Probably hates TikTok

Ridiculously friendly in comments or DM's but it takes him hours to reply

Reads only "x reader" or "x OC" fics

Who knows maybe he has his own OC's but doesn't know how to write or draw so he just doesn't talk about them (so me)

Probably has Facebook but only uses it to stalk people (including White ofc ofc)

Has Instagram but doesn't use it

Mr. Pink

Twitter.

Attacks everyone

Literally no personal info in his bio or posts so our boy's safe

Also no profile picture

Retweets to every single Elon Musk's tweet just to insult him

Writes ten slurs daily

Got banned like thirteen times but who cares new accounts just keep popping up

When he's not talking shit he's probably just whining about something

May or may not have posted gossip about the other Dogs on there

Plays sudoku or something when bored

Leaked one kid's adress because they called him a "Skibidi negative rizz"

Ignores every single DM

Mr. Blonde

4 chan

Watches those serial killer documentaries on Netflix

Sometimes even visits the Dark/Deep web for knives/guns

Waits for someone to leak/dox some bullshit so he can send it to the person just to creep them out

Uses Viber instead of WhatsApp because psychopath (at least for Americans)

(Vincent posted this btw)

Mr. Brown

Reddit of course maybe even Twitch

Farms karma

Bunch and bunch of theories

Doesn't get off his phone

Has probably got like 2k medals (rich)

Nobody takes him seriously

Probably appeared on those youtube reddit channels

Had TikTok but only during the og times ("Hit or miss' and "No mercy" trends)

Why do I have a feeling that he watched amv's or even better gacha amv's

Uses those pirate movie apps like Kodi or Stremio

Has a cracked version of Spotify

Mr. Blue

Uses a Nokia 3310

[dateamonster]

webcomics*! webcomics baby!!! i grew up reading these bad boys like they were the sunday funnies. im serious i would get up early in so i could check my daily roster of webcomic updates before leaving for school.

webcomics sort of feel to me like my generations version of zines. not that both those things arent still around, i just mean that, in the same way that there was this big boom of super creative zine self-publishing in the 70s through the 90s thanks to the increasing access to copy machines, and later home printing, the early 00s-10s was sort of the moment people seemed to collectively realize they could kind of just upload whatever they wanted to the internet and people would actually see it, leading naturally to another boom in indie art and storytelling.

a lot of the comics that popped up around this time were sort of... rough. raw. weird. there were no rules about what a webcomic had to be other than 1) a comic and 2) on the web, so there was some freedom to be as messy or as precise as the author wanted. this led to some real bangers, and some absolute flops. but regardless of how it turned out i think theres something to be admired about the sheer amount of creativity going into these projects that, for the most part, were purely passion-driven without any guarantee of greater recognition or success.

obviously webcomics are still around, but the culture surrounding them has shifted quite a bit. most people who are willing to put in the work of a longform serialized comic In This Economy are also doing so with the hope of being able to profit or at least sustain themselves financially on their work. theres no shame in that! but it has made the webcomic scene more competitive, more polished, less experimental. capitalism at work, you know.

people arent really as incentivized to try new things and dare i say get a little weird with it when innovation doesnt pay the pills. however that doesnt mean that there arent still artists out there who are challenging that.

i got the idea a while ago that i wanted to put together a list of webcomics that have been really influential to me and my own creative efforts, but i realized that list would be a mile long and wouldnt really give me the breathing room to talk about why those works resonate with me. so i decided instead to make a list specifically of my (currently) most beloved, most influential webcomics that i feel like are doing something unique that sort of pushes the boundaries of what is considered a "normal" comic.

presented in no particular order, with all attempts made to be spoiler-free, below:

nasty red dogs and feast for a king by kosmicdream (18+)

delicious, dark, meaty comics. ffak in particular is like this massive sprawling scifi stream of consciousness thick with blood and viscera and. a lot of highly transsexual erotic cannibalism tbqh.

personally i find nasty red dogs a lot more like easy to get into story-wise, but both are just chockablock full of this beautiful grotesque unapologetic and downright indulgent physicality. its pages dripping with every fluid you can think of and some you cant, and its also compelling surprisingly empathetic characters set against a backdrop of otherworldly rituals, cosmic pre-apocolypses, and worlds inside of worlds inside of worlds. body horror heaven lives here.

mr boop and crimehot by alec robbins (very 18+)

if youre at all into weird webcomics youre probably already well familiar with mr boop, and if you arent theres really nothing i can say other than Please give it a shot, but if you havent been keeping up with alecs work since then you might not be as familiar with his current project crimehot. and thats a damn shame because it is all the comedy, unabashed horniness, and surprisingly understated storytelling of mr boop taken to its absolute max.

crimehot is set in a future where nearly every aspect of human life and culture is controlled by an all-powerful all-seeing computer algorithm. but who cares about all that when theres a ragtag team of ultra sexy ultra horny master thieves going on wacky little misadventures together!

alecs style is blunt and simplistic in a way that comes off as juvenile at first glance, and then uses that presumption to completely blindside you with its actual content, reminding me weirdly enough of memeable classic tails gets trolled. in spite of their potential as works of ironic comedy however alecs comics really give me this impression of total earnestness. crimehot in particular is so blatantly un-erotic, with its complete lack of any subtlety, comically exaggerated (and surprisingly diagetic) anatomy, and impossible physical positions, that it circles back around into becoming, indeed, kind of hot. i think silliness can be hot so sue me!

blind alley by adam de souza

departing completely from my last couple recs, blind alley is a cozy, peanuts-inspired comic strip about the day to day lives of the children of blind alley. its also occasionally a deeply unsettling horror-mystery that has just barely begun to show its hand more than two years in. its distinguishing factor to me comes from the fact that the cozy exterior doesnt seem to be there to conceal or divert your attention away from the growing sense of unease that infiltrates its panels on an increasingly frequent basis as the story progresses. it feels more like the two elements live side by side, horror and mundanity, otherworldly creatures and secret conspiracies living peacefully alongside lazy summer afternoons and goofing off with your friends. it perfectly captures the anxiety of knowing that theres something the grown-ups arent telling you, the powerlessness of being a kid.

blind alley feels to me sort of like if those "what if Nostalgic Cartoon was secretly DARK" media theories were actually real, and actually scary. i might be getting ahead of myself as the series likes to take its time and is really only just starting to peel back the layers, but what ive read so far feels makes me feel like this could be something very special.

boy island by leo fox

beautiful beautiful beautiful first of all. the dreamy, surreal visuals? the colors?? oujhjh.. boy island is set in a world split violently in two, divided into boy island and girl island, and surrounded on all sides by a sea of monsters mutants and ghosts, those sorry souls who committed the trespass of trying to cross from one land to the other, or even live outside of either! a boy named lucille must strike out on his own to make it to boy island, but in doing so begins to discover things about the world and in fact himself that reveal an even greater mission.

im making this all sound very dramatic. its a trans story. its about trans people, being trans. its also about surviving the ripples of a world laid out for you by your parents, managing grief for the ones that didnt, and a funny little blue guy named jounce. also did i mention its gorgeous? hot fuckin diggity it is gooorgeous.

vivians ghost by hal schrieve (18+)

speaking of trans comics!! (plot twist: theyre all trans comics suckerrrr) look, all of hals comics are fucking baller and im sure the book zes got coming out will be too, but ive like Imprinted on this one. its attached itself my brain. much like the main protagonist collin has been attached to by his suicide victim best friend and ex highschool bf viv!

the sketchy art style threw me off at first but it quickly becomes part of the charm and meshes very well with the chaotic pace and gutpunch emotional moments. theres a strong element of magical realism that i honestly think comics as a medium were made for. viv is a ghost, and viv is grief, and guilt, and fantasy, and shame, and glorious trans revenge taken form, and hes not even the only apparition in this story, taking the stage alongside cameos by jesus christ, a detransitioners fursona, almanda palmer, and (checks notes) gonzo for a second there i think.

as a disclaimer (or incentive, depending) no one in this story i think is someone you could really call a good person. some of them are in fact plainly terrible. they are all so undeniably fucking fascinating though. and viv himself gleefully inhabits that moral gray area, deliberately and loudly disturbing any image of himself as a pure perfect victim, blurring lines and thrusting both the characters and audience out of their comfort zone. its a challenging read thats not going to be everyone for sure, but i definitely think its worth the read.

(and if this sounds interesting to you but youre not sure you can handle it, hal has other equally good comics that are still heavy on the trans gay relationship drama but much lighter on the childhood trauma.)

what happens next by maximumgraves

if youre reading this on tumblr i hope that youve at least heard of what happens next by now. thee seminal tumblrina art of our time i swear. it starts with a true crime podcast exploring the strange story of griffin and his accomplice milo, trans teen murderers, the latter of which has since been released from the psych hospital while the former continues to serve his sentence. but thats in the past, and in the present milo still has to figure out how to live the rest of his life.

the story moves rapidly, though not necessarily chronologically, in and out of the real world and the online lives its characters frequently inhabit like its guiding you through a twisted dream. its a comic on the internet about the internet from someone clearly well aware of its more poisonous aspects, as well as the addictive quality it can have for someone who has become otherwise isolated from the world.

at the end of the day though the major appeal i think is the characters, how messy and horrible and tragic they can be, which is all you can really hope for from a largely character-driven narrative. to say much more i think would ruin the experience, but ill say what happens next absolutely delivers on its ominous title, and im waiting on the edge of my seat for the next chapter.

preeny has to repeat 6th grade by momodriller

on a Much lighter note, preeny has to repeat 6th grade is a super cute adventure series about a magical little kitty named preeny who on her first day of sixth grade is called upon to go on a great mission. its a sparklefur comic!! ive been really starting to dive into furry art lately, and if youre the kind of person who raises an eyebrow at that statement, fine, whatever, but im talking to the cool people right now so keep it to yourself.

art from within the furry subculture is such insanely creative and passionate stuff, and the focus on this subset in particular, calling back to the early 2000s deviantart xD rAWR s0 rand0m era of online culture, feels so intensely nostalgic it makes my chest ache, despite never being heavily involved in the sparklefur scene myself.

the author states in the comics description that the story takes inspiration from her experiences as an autistic child, and even before reading that man i felt it. what really makes this comic unique to me though is that the majority of characters that appear are based on adoptables the author purchased off of, as she puts it, the children of deviantart. i LOVE that. not only is that probably amazing for the kids, it makes every character feel truly unique and adds perfectly to the overall flavor of the world shes created. there is just not another comic i can think of that feels alive like this one.

broccoli soup by secretpie

ok so i know how we might feel about webtoon comics but hear me out. broccoli soup is probably the first comic ive seen to really exploit the otherwise sort of bland and restrictive format of webtoons, utilizing the excess of white space to enhance the feeling of emptiness that characterizes the protagonist broccoli's time in the blank void they call home as well as to make the sparse use of color really pop in contrast.

broccoli soup is a mysterious series thats a little hard to pin down in terms of genre. a strange little being named broccoli spends their days in a vast blankness drinking tea with their loving yet highly suspicious Best Friend and benefactor, doris. doris has the ability to move between worlds, coming and going as she pleases, while broccoli is only allowed to leave when they are on a mission on her behalf. these missions vary, but the goal is always the same: make everything Polite and Good.

as the story progresses, little by little more friends and more color come into broccolis still new existence. the art style also changes from world to world, which imo is a very nice touch. and! theres music! its an interesting project that dances back and forth between fantastical whimsy and some surprisingly dark moments. and thats the shit i like to see.

thats all for now! though if im lucky there will be many more fun stories and projects to talk about in the future. keep in mind as well that this is like barely half of all the webcomics im currently reading, just the ones that most stick out to me as really doing something special.

until next time yall!!

oh wait sike honorable mentions time

awful hospital by bogleech

the only reason this isnt up there with the rest is bc im woefully behind at the moment. ill get back to it eventually! awful hospital is an interactive multimedia horror-comedy webcomic about a hospital that is. well this hospital is simply sub-par to say the least.

hedgehog's dilemma by mellodilla

this ones still a little new to say much on but so far it looks like a cute series. what most appeals to me is that the art style looks like something that fit in seamlessly with an early 90s newspaper comic strip. in particular it has a strong calvin and hobbes vibe to me. just, you know, about wacky lil lesbian animals living their lives.

ok now im done for real

*for clarity's sake, im using webcomic here to mean "a series of comics that was first published and predominantly exists online" so even if a print version exists, i still consider it to be first and foremost a webcomic. this also includes comics that contain a multimedia or interactive element. if its a combination of pictures and words to tell a story, its a comic.

also my list is probably going to end up massively favoring serialized fiction because thats just what i like to read, but i dont necessarily think thats a required element.

[nowiamcoveredinyou]

Our own fairytale

Sherlock x reader

Word count:- 5519

A/n:- the most stupid idea perhaps with which I came up! Still if you enjoy it, lemme know!

The room lit up with the sunlight that came straight through the window. A Sunday that was as bright as it should when we think of the day. Yet Sherlock and John had to go out on a case. However they've promised to be back home before lunch.

"And then? What happened to the beast?" Asked Rosie, who laid her head on my lap as we sat in my bedroom... Well Sherlock and my bedroom. If the boys are out writing new pages of their adventures why not we enjoy some fairy tales too.

"Well, he turned into Handsome prince which he was before the enchantress came" I answered lightly booping the nose of Rosie, making her giggle.

"And belle and beast" she said getting up, "lived happily ever after."

"Well" I objected, "belle and the prince".

She nodded like she understood. She's a very feisty little girl, then she said,

"So beast... I mean the prince gave belle his library?" She was fascinated by the idea of having a personal library.

"Yes he did." I answered.

"Like Sherlock gives you books?" She asked and leaned on me.

"Mm hm yes absolutely" I answered remembering the moments of him buying me books. He always observes and notices the books on my online shopping app's wishlist. And surprises me as he buys one at a time for me.

"When will he come? And daddy?" She asked.

"Before lunch" I replied and Rosie got on the floor, humming and roaming around.

"Beast... I meant the prince .. he was so cruel to everyone no?" She enquired.

"Well it's because he didn't see anything good in him. He pushed everyone away because he thought he is not good enough, he ... " While saying I remembered how Sherlock pushed his friends away too. John told me once, he never thought he deserves anything good, he pushed everyone away who wanted nothing but to be with him, help him see good in himself. John, Molly, lestrade, Mrs Hudson... All of these friends of him still stayed because they knew, deep down Sherlock cares for them. It's just... He fights with criminals and they brings out the worst in him, he just wanted to protect his friends from all those cruel and evil men and women whom he encountered..

"He?" Rosie's voice popped my thought bubble.

"Y-yes?" I replied, I was obviously absent minded, and lost in all those thoughts, "where was I?"

"About the beast" Rosie reminded.

"The prince and yes... He just found the warmth and kindness in Belle, which was long worn out from his life, belle taught him to find joy in simple things" I answered and that again reminded me how Sherlock and I found tranquility in small things too. Like sitting together, walking hand in hand and how he told me "the way you giggle at the most simplest things is fascinating". He said he likes to see the world with my eyes, it's brighter that way. He said "you're my sunshine, you brightened my dark days". Maybe yes, for he loves when I speak of things I adore with passion. He loves to listen to me, even if I'm just describing a poem I read recently. He, the loner that he is, even loves my family, he says they always makes him feel included.

"This prince and Belle's story is" said our little Rosie, "seems familiar".

I got up and went closer to her, and we both went to the living room, "why's that?"

"Well.. you read books, and you're also very warm" saying so she hugged me, and she is the sweetest.

"Aww my darling thanks" I was about to hug her back but my phone rang. I took my phone to see the call I was expecting, right before lunch,

"Yes?" I answered to my husband.

"We've come" he replied from the other end.

"Okay " saying so I hung up smiling and went to the window, there came the two men talking and discussing about their case. Lestrade gave them a lift in his car and dropped them home. Rosie stood beside me too, she giggled suddenly, and that indicated she has something to say, either clever or funny,

"There comes our prince to her Belle."

I blushed at this, even Rosie called me Belle. Belle is my favourite princess of all time. And whenever someone compares me with her I feel delighted, especially when someone compares my relationship with the fairytale one.

"Yeah there he comes, with his clogsworth and Lumiere" I said making Rosie laugh,

"Is Mrs Hudson our Mrs Potts?" She asked, exactly how I like it, making her obsessed with my favourite Disney film too.

"Could be, are you our chip?" I asked and that made her even happier, however before she could answer Sherlock and John came in arguing, as usually blaming lestrade for being stupid.

"Welcome" Rosie said and bowed to them in a princessly manner, they were stunned and confused. Only I knew I have put the seeds of Disney too deep in her brain. She's obsessed over beauty and the beast.

Sherlock and John stood confused, not knowing what to say to that. But her father obviously recalled she had homeworks and followed her asking her about her studies while Sherlock walked to me asking,

"What was that?"

"I don't know" I said smirking, "rude detective."

"Okay sweet princess" he said and was about to walk away but came back and took my chin between his fingers and whispered, "my Belle".

Then pulled me into a kiss. Just like the the fairytale one. After the kiss he handed me a paper bag and I know what's in it exactly,

"The secret garden, it's latest on my Amazon wishlist, Thank you" I thanked him taking the book out. Sniffing the pages.

"No problem" he said, he paused, I know why, admiring me while I admired the book, "I don't have a Library like prince Adam to give you.." he continued, "but...I'll make you a library, little by little, with all your favourite books."

[pidgefudge]

SO. i have listened to @gooboogy 's wonderful green album. and i wrote down my thoughts on each song. and now i am putting them here!!

"thoughts" being actually somewhat coherent comments that devolve into What Would This Be In A Video Game because this is me we're working with after all

and you reading this. yes you. go listen to it

verdant: oooough blorpy,,,, very cool i like. good beat it's quite foot tappable. also the name itself might be a new vocal stim. verdant. vvvverrrrrdant.

halls: much noises!! the instrumence in this scratch my brain in a good way. feels a bit like im 7 years old watchinf my brother play 2d mario stages and reimagining the music

agua: oooohh arpeggio action and a SICK beat. once again the Noises are lovely. big fan of all 3 so far but this one in particular methinks. however i have many more songs to go (!!)

doot doot: very fun i also like this one a lot :3 and coming to you from my one-track autistic mind: this album would be a fantastic game soundtrack

side note i know im writing less for some of these but thats bc im experiencing them in shapes and colors more than expressable words. trust me they're stirring the brain stew

going for a walk: i know the title is about a walk but im envisioning this as the soundtrack to a sort of road trip montage animation thing. specifically my road trip with family from san francisco to la. oh yes this ending is us finally getting to the hotel and me flopping onto the bed

forward: im liking the melody here a lot <33 this album is making me want to boot up lmms again and try my hand at original music,,, ive only ever attempted remixes (i tried to do aquarium park from sonic colors a few years ago and gave up but now i kinda wanna go back to it,,, i wonder if i was cooking) ok yes back to the actual song whoops this one is soo cool one of my faves so far

snag: i like these opening chords!! i dont know what you actually call them but the like. buildup parts?? you know?? those bits??? big fan OOH and a uh. build down (lol) bit too! also liking the sparkly chimey instrumence

blazen: OHHH YESSS this would be the theme for my favorite antagonist in the hypothetical game that i am apparently going to be referencing multiple times (dimentio and mr L came to mind immediately) absolutely jamming

beep boop: fuck yeah man it sure does OH SPOOKY NOTES OH OH COOL BEAT ASWELL i am in for a fun time this is. also the theme of my favorite antagonist. but the battle theme i think. oh hell yeah the orchestra hits. yes yes definitely battle theme. sorry for putting all these in a vgm context shfjdkfkssghf i just listen to a lot of it so thats how my brain parses instrumentals

hunt: strimgs :3 wohhh this is so cool. buzzy in a good way. golden brown triangles and other spiky shapes. that's kinda meaningless to anyone but me but. oh nice more Noises always love the Noises

overwhelm: theme for when i have a project due the next day and am swamped with other homework shdjdksfjdh

VERDANT!: once more with gusto!! loving the faster tempo. constellationy crystally instrument is particularly pleasing. oooughh so gooddddd

creepin': spacey!! im watching a crew set out in their little shuttle, oblivious to the horrors awaiting them on their station

envy: this is a boss fight that's emotionally heavy for the protagonists. perhaps fighting a former friend or mentor or team member

whomp whomp: quite a tricksy track!! some sort of haunted place,,,, maybe the place where the previous battle takes place. maybe it's actually a ghost (especially if the protagonist had some role in their death and feels crushing guilt) (bonus points if the ghost openly expresses resentment for the protag)

gromulous: the word ever. final boss' lair for sureee. yeah this song sure is gromulous. idk how else to describe it you hit the nail on the head

largemouth: oooh a bit silly but also cool guy. im thinking some sort of underground secret society/lab thing they have to infiltrate that's hiding a Sinister Secret (the big plot twist of the game) doesn't even have to physically be underground it could be a moon base situation. maybe i should just make this whole thing into a scifi space rpg

a way out: i can see this as the final boss music and as you get further in the fight it ramps up. i know i already assigned songs to the main antagonist but shhhhh. (or i can always pull a super paper mario in terms of antagonists)

under over: oh!! i love this one!! hometown theme. chill and familiar but still upbeat rather than sleepy. and it has a very strong nostalgia factor,,,,, in love with this song it might be my favorite. but there are still 3 more so!

float: this beginning is very cool im loving the vibe. dire dire docks but make it just after sunset and watch the ocean come alive with bioluminescent lights and fish raves. i guess it isnt a space game anymore. or maybe dream sequence beach episode?? WOAHHH OCEAN MAGICANT i might be cooking with this one Hold On. yesyesyes ok some sort of trip/dream where theyre shrunk down marinauts (whatever ocean prefix) as opposed to astronauts and exploring a cool coral reef/ocean floor area and talking to the sea life and woahhhhhh this would look gorgeous in pixel art. tbh this one could be in its own game considering how vivid the imagery is

outside: post-final-boss world returning to normal/person being rescued or uncorrupted/whatever magical thing happening. very fond of the bird chirps too <33 OH MUSIC BOX SOUNDS i also adore this one. i think the ending of this game is kinda bittersweet. we saved the world/person/whatever but At A Cost. this is sooooo pretty. would also transition well into credits

Green: and roll credits!! this would be the kind of credits theme i sway in my seat and contemplate the game to. the entire album is fantastic and these last few especially have been so lovely

[asherloki]

7 and 15 for Sherlock and reader. From the grumpy sunshine affectionate list pretty please 🥺

His summer girl

Sherlock x reader

Word count:- 1261

Fluff

Prompt list, and many others I find endearing!

"Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.." So on I read as I held my book of Shakespeare's sonnets in front of me. Sonnet 18 is indeed my most favourite. The first time I read it when I was in school, then I read it again for college and then to my delight, there's nothing brighter than a soothing summer's day and if your lover brings such brightness to you, you're indeed lucky. As for my dearest lover, the detective, rather the cold detective as people say sat with me. He held me closer to him with an arm, and as soon as I started reading he put his phone down, shifting his full attention towards me and my reading.

"and summer.." I continued reading until his heavy, beautiful voice continued with me,

"And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines.."

We read the lines together.

"you're prettier than a summer's day" interrupted Mr Sherlock Holmes, wrapping another arm around my waist as we both sat in his chair. Snuggling closer.

"someone's not paying attention to my reading, isnt my voice appealing anymore?" I replied. He, having such a voice himself has often loved poems when I read them even more.

"ofcourse. it's still beautiful, your voice will never cease to be amusing to me, at the least your reading." He answered. Our flat is calm at the moment, no client, no shouting at Mrs Hudson and all. Perfect for a poetry session. Sherlock placed his chin on my shoulder from behind, his breathing touching my skin. Just like the sunrays hitting directly at us from the window.

"you're cute, you know that Mr grumpy?" I said booping his nose lightly, when we first met he was this cold distant man, never quite came to talk to me on his own. However, he listened everytime I read or talked, to be more specific talked in metaphors.

"no, not me, you're cute" he said snuggling more. And I didn't object.

"do you remember, four years ago, when Christopher and I broke up? I was talking to my friends and family on my phone when I quoted, "The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. I require so much!" you stood outside my door and listened and when I turned to you, you were startled, yet you gave a nod and went away".

He chuckled softly, uff his voice, so close to my ear,

"I do, from Jane Austen's sense and sensibility it was, also because I wondered what love actually is as you talked of it in phone" he replied, "I've often stopped playing violin to listen to you, reading loudly, like that one time when inspector Johnson called me a fool, you were sitting in the kitchen. I felt bad for taking long to solve the case, and I muttered, "perhaps I am" you came quickly and quoted, "The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool" from as you like it by Shakespeare and glanced at him. That ... that motivated me, and in two days I solved it."

I nodded, ofcourse I remember it clearly. I smiled at all the memories of us, from quote talking to trust, trust to friendship, and then here, now as lovers. He doesn't ask for much, isn't like other men who are clingy and... may I dare say like some who are lusty too. He's just him. How come I found him?

"how come I found you?" he asked out aloud, "my summer day? my Sunshine? you filled my world with light. Everyone else seemed to have liked me getting hurt emotionally but you..."

I paused realising he's opening up? he doesn't do it much, so I listened without interrupting,

"you... having you, I feel... I." he stuttered, "I love you, walking by you makes life easier and happier" he finally said, holding me tighter. How come I not love this man? I caressed the back of his hand. However after a few seconds I let go off his grip on me, baffling him slightly, just to face him. To look at him, the vulnerable Sherlock Holmes, which is pretty rare. I leaned on my hand, resting my elbow on the top back of his chair.

"See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.

O, that I were a glove upon that hand

That I might touch that cheek!" he quoted shakespeare, caressing my cheek.

"oh" I said, "well hello Romeo". It made him giggle and me as well.

"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more." I replied.

He thought for a moment, perhaps this time I gave him a good move, "and it's from?" he asked.

"oops, was it a bouncer detective?" I teased and got to see him pout, he's adorable at home, "Emma by Austen ".

He hummed and nodded, point one goes to me. He didn't stop, rather started reciting, "And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;"

He continued Shakespeare's sonnet 18. So I, too looked at my book and began reading,

"Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:"

Sherlock held me even closer as he recited next lines looking at me,

"So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this,"

Then I continued with him, reciting my favourite line, "and this gives life to thee".

And we sat in silence, looking into eachother's eyes. The closeness and silence never bothered us. His green eyes gazing at me made me blush and I looked down, smiling softly. Remembering some time has passed perhaps, since we sat like this, so to break the silence I said, "You know what Sherlock" I got up, "I wanna read something casual" saying so I went to look for a contemporary romance novel in our bookshelf when my dearest lover rolled his eyes and said,

"you mean those smutty books, that gives you weird fantasies and you ask me to imitate that in bed?"

I giggled, because that's what I do, I read smuts, get an idea and ask him to do it, "well" I said looking at him, "you don't wanna do it?"

He smiled, shaking his head he replied, "I can't say no to you, can I?"

He too knows how much he likes to have control in bed, and I give him all of that. Was that too private to share? I turned around to choose a book when

I heard his soft footsteps, walking towards me, I turned to him and raised my brows,

"what now detective?"

He said nothing instead came closer and cupped my face, I love it, his big strong hands cupping my cheeks, he leaned to me then said,

"Make me immortal with a kiss"

And his lips met mine. Here, in this flat, the winter man kissed his summer girl. My detective, considered to the cold one met me, the sun girl they say. And the spring that blossomed in our hearts, hope it never fades away.

[iomoonofjuputer]

before i get too deep into my re* read of a Different comic id like to make it known that i just read Mr Boop and it was insane in a really very good way. my closest frame of reference for the Era of comics its parodying is Tails Gets Trolled. and my closest frame of reference for the Type of comics its parodying is

is this

in a lot of ways its like scoob and shag in that the characters are sort of just Representative of Pop Culture Mascots instead of like. being The Guy From The Thing. but its less sincere i think, and more on purpose esoteric. it sprawls in a far different way

it's also kind of uniquely modern internet, and maybe even Specifically modern Twitter, becuase both in world and in real the "mr boop guy" could actually like. be described as "the mr boop guy." he had virality that was real, and was Plot Relevant in an extremely overblown way, and was poked fun at. like if justin mcelroy and tim robinson werent in the finale video and if you hadnt seen a mr boop page one time back when you used twitter a year and a half ago then you mightve thought it was obscure and shit and the in universe virality was just wishful thinking or some other kind of neurosis like the rest of the last part. idk how to phrase this really i think you get what i mean though

i liked it. it was insane and conceptually ambitious and the homestuck part jumpscared me so hard

also. if you read mr boop. you should read "mr group" afterwards. it's a . TANGENTIALLY related comic, which is basically predicated on the aforementioned virality. its a far more io branded type of insane, and it's funny in a less jaw dropping absurd way and in more of a confused and intrigued way. i don't know if it's planned to continue or anything? if it isn't then the ending is ridiculously funny to me

i also read crimehot. im not posting about crimehot here. its solid though even if youre not into it. its really funny to have read mr boop and to read the beginning of crimehot and just be going to yourself "yeah this was written by the mr boop guy"

[space-mermaid-writing]

The Vamp and the Were [IronStrange]

Summary: Tony would mark the day he met a vampire that did not immediately jump at his throat. Just for once – that would be a nice change.

Relationship: Werewolf!Tony Stark / Vampire!Stephen Strange

Tags: hurt/comfort, idiots in love, angst, fluff

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Chapter's note: BOOP! 🐾

Chapter 8: The one where they cuddle

Stephen was used to talking to Jarvis now whenever he visited Tony’s lab.

However, he was not used to the A.I. calling him on his phone.

And when Jarvis told him that Tony apparently didn’t feel well and he wanted the doctor to take a look at him, Stephen was alarmed instantly. Upon inquiry he found out: no, Tony was not injured and was currently in his penthouse.

Jarvis even provided him a photo so Stephen could portal straight into the engineer’s living room.

He had never been out of the lab before when he visited the tower, but he trusted the A.I. that he had permission.

Stepping through the sparkling circle, he immediately noticed that, here, it smelled even more like Tony than in the lab downstairs. It also felt more intimate, because this was the engineer’s home.

Jarvis had been smart enough to close the curtains on the panorama windows so that only dim light came in that sunny afternoon. No direct sun, which would harm Stephen.

“Tony?” The sorcerer turned around, looking for the engineer, focused on the task at hand. “Tony, Jarvis called me. Are you alright?”

There was a sound next to the couch, a mixture of a yelp and a whine. Stephen approached it and saw that Tony had curled up on the floor in his wolf form. It was amazing how the giant Were managed to fit into the small space.

When the Were heard the footsteps, he looked up only briefly and emitted a low whiff, before lowering his head again.

“What happened, Jarvis?”

“Mr. Stark slept four point five hours in the last three days and experienced several anxiety attacks due to nightmares and stress.”

Stephen’s eyes softened. “Oh, Tony.”

The wolf growled like he was upset that Jarvis snitched on him, but it was too faint to be threatening.

Stephen crouched next to him, ready to back away if Tony seemed uncomfortable by his presence. But the Were didn’t even bat an eye as he ran his slender fingers through the fur. “Hey, it’s fine. We have all been there.” He brushed some of the longer strands out of the Were’s face to look at it. “Join me on the couch? Or do you prefer staying on the floor?”

Tony had no preference and after contemplating about it for a few seconds, he got up. Stephen moved on the couch and Tony climbed on it too, flopped right onto the sorcerer’s lap. He buried his face in the blue robe, rubbing his cheek on the fabric as if scenting it.

Must be a Were thing.

But if it made him comfortable, Stephen wouldn’t complain. His fingers were back in the fur, that was softer than he had imagined it. He massaged the wolf between his ears and down his neck. A deep rumble went through the Were like a purr.

“I will guard you, if you want to try to sleep for a bit. There’s magic that will prevent nightmares.” Stephen voiced this suggestion carefully, because he knew Tony was extra wary of mind magic. “I will only cast it if I feel them approaching.”

Tony was desperate enough that he made no objections. Instead he moved into a comfier position. Then exhaustion took over him.

~~

The next time he was awake there was still a hand playing with his hair, gently twisting his locks. It was too cozy and he didn't want to open his eyes yet, still wanted to linger in that sweet in-between stage of being awake and asleep.

He tightened his arm around his pillow. But this pillow, although wrapped in fabric, wasn’t soft, but rather stiff.

Tony heard a chuckle from above.

“Did you have a good nap?”

Tony gave a noncommittal noise in answer. And from the sound of his voice – and the fact that he had fingers instead of paws grabbing the fabric – he noticed that he was back in human form. It must have been ages since he shifted in his sleep with someone around.

Finally, he opened his eyes. While he slept, the sorcerer had put a blanket over him. Under it he was naked.

Stephen was still sitting on the couch, reading one of his old magic tomes, but he put it aside when he saw that Tony was turning his attention to him. He eyed the engineer.

“Tea?”

The hand in his hair stopped moving and Tony caught himself wishing it would continue playing with his hair.

“Coffee,” he demanded.

“Not before you have at least another five hours of sleep.”

“You’re mean,” Tony complained.

Stephen slowly peeled himself from under Tony, probably to go make that tea. The Were only let him go reluctantly and only because he had no other excuse.

“Are you hungry?” Stephen asked him.

“Oh god yes!” Tony curled up under the blanket and watched as the Vamp went into the kitchen, where he searched through the cabinets. He still felt exhausted, although more rested. At least he felt more human than before.

But also more exposed. Stephen had seen him vulnerable – and that bothered him more than it should. It wasn’t the fact that he was naked, Tony had never been shy in that regard.

The sorcerer was operating his kitchen as if he belonged there. It just felt right. He felt like a member of Tony’s pack. A potential mat-… Tony quickly turned around, averting his eyes to banish that thought.

A mistake, because now his nose was exactly where Stephen had been sitting before. Sandalwood and black tea, mixed with Tony’s own scent.

He groaned. This wasn’t helping.

After a while Stephen brought the promised tea, together with some sandwiches. Tony sat up, the blanket wrapped around him, and reached for the cup first. But in just one sip, he knew that he wasn't going to be a fan of this tea. Still, he was thirsty enough that he emptied half the cup before reaching for the food and biting into a sandwich.

Grilled cheese and ham.

It was only after a while that Stephen finally spoke up. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.” Tony ate the sandwich in a few bites. “Sorry I kept you from whatever you had actually planned today.”

Stephen looked at him with those intense blue eyes. “You don’t need to apologize. In fact, I-… “ He stopped, because there was no way he would admit he actually had enjoyed their cuddling. Instead he offered, “I could put wards around your bedroom that will keep the nightmares at bay. So you have less trouble sleeping.”

“I will think about it,” Tony muttered. He grabbed the last of the sandwiches and stood up, the blanket still wrapped around him for some decency. “Anyway, thanks for… you know. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’mma head in the shower.”

Stephen took the cue. “Of course. Call me if you need anything.” He pulled his sling ring out of his pocket, but then paused and turned back to the engineer. “I meant it: we’ve all been there. There’s no shame in having bad days.”

Tony just nodded and watched Stephen leave through a portal. As soon as he was alone, he groaned. “Jarvis, we’ll have a conversation about privacy later.”

The A.I. remained silent while Tony walked to the bathroom. Usually, that was a sign that he disagreed.

“I can’t believe you called the wizard,” Tony muttered, but he wasn’t really angry about it. More like annoyed and a bit embarrassed.

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[hansooyung]

HI ROY HIII favorite orv server moments :hsy_cool:

HIIII JO HIIIII!!! i’m sorry some of these are from before u joined 😭😭😭 but i cherish every moment with u nonetheless!! and again, top five but not in any particular order bc i love all the times i spend w friends 💗💗

1. the night i finished orv epilogue for the first time and after gaby went to sleep phos and i were a metronome between Hiiiii louis 🚉 and endless tears

2. booping wars of april fools and introducing gaby to barcelona ed sheeran as well as ring ding dong

tied for 3. holding you at gunpoint to watch alien stage, you immediately lying to aki about orv foreshadowing, francesca trying to tell gaby and i to stop lying to aki so she could theorize but then seeing how right aki was and joining in

tied for 4. LOSER PLANE planning the whole world trip and allllll the lore and tay and aki beef, as well as all of us trolling on anilist shitting on the orv anime despite all having orv profiles

5. us in the escape room complaining about how the hell we were supposed to find clues on the computer screen and complaining to aki meanwhile she was reading the french emails like we were supposed to. also aki 50 penalty minutes despite beating our asses LMAOO

honorary mentions: reading wars, playing draw the flag from memory and failing, phos timing me out for one hour and me immediately making the group chat also two week long vc’s and the birth or mr chalant <33