#bloo reactions

[yawn-junn]

♡︎Khh Boys♡︎

♡︎Changmo♡︎ ♡︎Ash Island♡︎

♡︎Bloo♡︎ ♡JOWOOCHAN♡

♡︎All the above♡︎

♡︎Break Up prank with them♡︎

[bloo-the-dragon]

Me sharing my sims 4 designs for mer Sun and Moon with the discord moots and watching the chaos that unfolds:

[bloos-bloo]

Me when trying to draw animatic panels and my eyes start crying so much that I had to stop

[secrosss]

new dunmesh ep was so fucking awesome i am going to eat my foot

[emilys-bangs]

heey!! i found your blog recently and I’ve been obsessed 🫠so im joining your celebration with “LYRA” …. “stay” is personally one of my favorite gracie songs so maybe something based on this lyrics “Could you hold me without any talking?We could try to go back where we started I don't even have to stay” perhaps could be hurt/comfort?

Aww hey and welcome!! Hope you enjoy your time here ;) btw I read this and literally went yes yes yes yesyesyes so ty!!!!

Join my celebration here

Word count: 1k (not a blurb….oops I got carried away)

A knock on the door forces you from your perch on the couch.

It’s late. You’re not expecting anyone, so you cautiously look through the peephole; dark hair floods your vision, contrasting against pale skin tinted yellow from the hallway lights.

It’s Emily.

Your heart lurches suddenly and you pull open the door, her late appearance making you forget that technically you two aren’t supposed to do this anymore. Not after Paris and secrets and an ocean of lies.

But still, you can’t stop yourself from letting her back in.

“Emily?”

“Hey.” She says, and her voice cracks. Her eyes meet yours and you find endless brown drowning in a pool of unshed tears, shining in the low light of your hallway. The sight of her here is so familiar, but not like this, not with her lips trembling and the sleeves of her sweater pulled over her hands. “I just—”

Her voice breaks again and she bites her lip, her eyes leaving yours to latch onto the floor. A small sound escapes the back of her throat, something like a pained whimper.

It sets off a trained reaction in you.

You’re across the threshold of your apartment before the tears spill down her cheeks, pulling her in and fitting her head under your chin just as they start to drip off her jaw.

There’s no buildup to it. No low sniffling or a rough clearing of her throat. Emily sobs into your chest; deep, hiccuping sobs that make her breathe in short gasps. The sound makes your heart wrench painfully, her pain just as easily igniting your own. In an instant everything is forgotten, everything except the fact that you love her and she loves you—despite everything. 

“I’m here.” You kiss her messy ponytail, closing your eyes against your own tears. 

She clings to you as you shuffle back into the apartment and close the door, one of your arms still wrapped tightly around her. Emily’s tears soak your shirt, her short nails digging painfully into your waist as you try to shush her.

“I’m here, baby,” you rasp through the lump in your throat. You try to tighten your grip around her, try to briefly put back the jagged pieces of who she once was. “I got you, Em.”

The only response you get back is a sniffle as she inches closer under your jaw, seeking to bury herself under your skin. Her grip is almost painfully tight as she keeps herself anchored to you through the turmoil in her mind. You want to ask, want to know what it is that’s going on so you can fix it, but some part of you knows this is irreparable damage reaped from the ghosts of her past.

So you just hold her through it. You hold her and keep an arm tight around the nape of her neck, your fingers slipping into her ponytail as you keep her so close the ragged movement of her chest rattles your own body. She’s shaking—trembling hands and wobbly knees and stuttering breaths—so you lift her up, ignoring the ache in your lower back as she clings to you tighter, her face buried in your neck as you carry her to the couch.

She curls into your lap. Time ticks by—how much is unbeknownst to either of you—and Emily’s sobs begin to slow. You keep an arm over her waist and one under her shoulders, soothingly rubbing her back as she starts to take in deeper breaths. They still stutter and catch in the back of her throat, but at least now you’re not worried she’s choking.

You’re doing nothing but wiping away the endless tears from her cheeks, occasionally pressing a kiss to the top of her head. By the time her breathing slows, her eyes are bloodshot and her cheeks are flushed with tear tracks.

Still, your heart twists in unimaginable ways. You give her a small smile and wipe away the last of the salt from her skin. 

Emily leans into the touch, her head falling on your shoulder as her hand links with yours. The feeling of your intertwined fingers is still the same. Of course it is; all the change has been on the inside.

Emily’s nose under your jaw breaks you from your thoughts. She’s breathing softly now, her exhales escaping in warm puffs against your skin. 

You unlink your fingers and rest your hand on her waist, squeezing lightly, “Stay here, I’ll go get a towel.”

She fists your shirt tightly. “Don’t—”

“I’m coming back,” you whisper. “Just a second, sweetheart.” The nickname slips effortlessly as you kiss her forehead, an action so familiar you could do it in your sleep. 

Reluctantly, Emily slides off your lap. The weight of her warmth on top of you falls away, and you give her another small smile as you get up off the couch.

You pad to the bathroom and grab a small towel. As you’re wetting it under the sink, you hear Emily’s footsteps behind you. Turning off the tap, you turn, the wet towel held in your hand as you cup her jaw.

Beneath the fluorescent lights, her skin is blotchy. Though she doesn’t look at you, you know her eyes are bloodshot as you gently swipe the towel over her cheeks, wiping away the remnants of the tears. 

Emily closes her eyes. Her fingers hook into the band of your sweatpants as she swallows, her damp lashes casting shadows on her cheeks.

None of you say it, but your actions are loud enough.

I love you.

“Stay with me tonight,” you whisper, because you know she won’t be brave enough to ask. Emily’s hands tighten on the waistband of your pants. You swipe the towel under her eyes, catching the remaining salt. “Please?”

Her bottom lip trembles, but no more tears escape past her closed lids.

“Okay.” Emily rasps.

Even when she falls asleep, she’s curled tightly around you.

taglist: @suckerforcate @sickoherd @lextism

[fizzybin]

I love my desire

⛧°。 ⋆༺𐕣 𖤐 𐕣༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。 ⋆༺𐕣 𖤐 𐕣༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。 ⋆༺𐕣 𖤐 𐕣༻⋆。 Paring | Mommy!hwa x fem!reader Word count | 741 Tw | Knife play, dom/sub dynamics, degradation mixed with praise, panty gagging, light bondage, cum eating (??)

Rating | R Song rec | Candle - 24 flakko ft. BLOO (one of my fav songs and wrote this vibin' to it) ⛧°。 ⋆༺𐕣 𖤐 𐕣༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。 ⋆༺𐕣 𖤐 𐕣༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。 ⋆༺𐕣 𖤐 𐕣༻⋆。

Seonghwa's lips curve into a devious smile as he looms over you, your wrists restrained by silk ties and your mouth stuffed with your own panties, now stained with his essence. In one hand, he holds a cold, gleaming steel knife, the sharp tip glinting in the dim light of the room. "Look at you," he taunts, "so adorably helpless."

A low whimper escapes your throat as you try to shift your hips, desperate for any kind of friction between your drenched thighs.

Seonghwa's smirk only grows wider as he watches you squirm, savoring the sight of your flushed cheeks and writhing body under his control. The room is thick with tension and anticipation as he decides how to continue, relishing in the power he holds over you.

Your body trembles with anticipation as he runs the sharp blade of the knife along your inner thigh, teasingly close to your most sensitive areas. Your breath hitches in your throat as you try to contain your desire. "Mmmm, look how desperate you are for more already," he taunts with a devilish grin. "Tell me baby, what do you need?" His voice is a seductive whisper that sends shivers down your spine. "Use your words like a good girl," he adds, his eyes dark with desire. You struggle to form coherent thoughts as you beg for more.

His rough hand reaches out, fingers eagerly grasping at your breast. He pinches and tugs at your nipple, inflicting a mix of pain and pleasure. "Beg for it," his voice taunts, "and maybe Mommy will give you what you crave so desperately." The cold metal of the knife presses harder against your skin, leaving an icy trail in its wake. "Oh wait," he taunts, "you can't speak, can you? Dirty little thing you are"

You let out muffled moans, the fabric stuffed in your mouth muffling the sound. Your back arches, pushing your chest further into Seonghwa's groping hand. Your hips involuntarily buck, seeking more stimulation from the knife teasing your inner thigh. Drool escapes the corner of your lips as you try desperately to form words, but only garbled pleas emerge. The taste of salt coats your tongue as tears of frustration prick at the corners of your eyes - you're aching to beg properly but physically unable with your mouth filled. Instead, you gaze up at him with hooded, lust-filled eyes, silently pleading for mercy even as your body writhes shamelessly in need. The degrading pet names and rough treatment only heighten your arousal, sending shivers down your spine and causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. Every touch, every word, every sensation sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, making it hard to focus on anything but the overwhelming need.

He lets out a sinister chuckle at your muted screams and frenzied squirming, clearly enjoying the control he holds over you in this moment. "Aww, what's wrong babygirl? Can't tell Mommy what you need?"

He leans in closer, his warm breath caressing your ear as he speaks in a low voice.

"I think you need to be punished for being such a dirty, knife-hungry slut. Making such a mess all over yourself like this…"

The knife traces higher, grazing over your sex teasingly. Your hips instinctively arch towards it, desperate for any kind of contact. Seonghwa smirks down at you, watching your reactions with dark amusement. He knows exactly how to push your buttons and make you beg for more without you speaking a word.

"Do you want it?" he asks, holding the knife dangerously close to your throbbing core. "Do you want me to use this on you?"

You nod frantically, unable to form words as your body screams for more.

Seonghwa's low chuckle sends a shiver down your spine as he brings the flat of the blade to your clit, pressing down with controlled force. Your body arches instinctively at the sensation, but before you can fully react, his free hand wraps around your throat. The pressure against your windpipe and the sharp edge of the knife against your sensitive flesh forces a muffled moan pass your lips. You can feel his hot breath against Your neck as he leans in closer, lips ghosting across your ear as he continues to toy you.

"Maybe if you're a very good girl and take what I give you I'll let you use your mouth again. Would you like that, my filthy little fucktoy?"

⛧°。 ⋆༺𐕣 𖤐 𐕣༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。 ⋆༺𐕣 𖤐 𐕣༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。 ⋆༺𐕣 𖤐 𐕣༻⋆。

[lunememes]

🌙 * ― 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ( a collection of reactions to common phobias. feel free to adjust pronouns and wording as needed )

𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 )

❛ it's gone behind the __ ! ❜ ❛ just squish it! ❜ ❛ get it out of the house! ❜ ❛ don't bring it closer! ❜ ❛ it's got too many eyes and way too many legs. ❜ ❛ i don't care if i'm bigger than it! it's still creepy! ❜ ❛ there's so many cobwebs in here... ❜ ❛ i'm not going in there! there's spiders in there! ❜

𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 )

❛ what's that rattling sound...? ❜ ❛ there's a snake in the grass! ❜ ❛ don't get too close to it! ❜ ❛ we should call a snake catcher to come deal with it. ❜ ❛ what if it bites me?! ❜ ❛ it's staring at me. ❜ ❛ i don't want to hold it. ❜ ❛ just grab it! ❜

𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 )

❛ oh, no no no, this is way too high! ❜ ❛ 'don't look down'? oh! great advice! ❜ ❛ there's no way in hell i'm going up there. ❜ ❛ that looks so unstable. we are not crossing that! ❜ ❛ i'm getting vertigo... i'm going to be sick. ❜ ❛ can you sit next to the window? ❜ ❛ i'm good standing here, far far away from the edge. ❜ ❛ that doesn't look safe... ❜

𝐍𝐘𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 )

❛ walk faster! walk faster! ❜ ❛ do you have a light? ❜ ❛ i swear i saw something moving in the darkness... ❜ ❛ i don't like this, it's way too dark. ❜ ❛ this is how people die in horror movies. ❜ ❛ no ⏤ keep the light on. ❜ ❛ i know logically there's nothing in the darkness but i still don't like it. ❜ ❛ what if something gets me? ❜

𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐃𝐒 )

❛ let's just wait until later, when it gets less busy. ❜ ❛ there's too many people here. ❜ ❛ let's just... stay in. ❜ ❛ i don't want to go there. ❜ ❛ i want to get out of here. ❜ ❛ can we go somewhere quieter? ❜ ❛ how busy is it going to be? ❜ ❛ i... i can't go out. ❜

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐒 )

❛ it's too loud. ❜ ❛ can you get my weighted blanket, please? ❜ ❛ just, hold me? until it's over? ❜ ❛ sorry ⏤ it just triggers some unpleasant memories. ❜ ❛ turn the music up louder? i want to drown out the storm. ❜ ❛ i've been struck by lightning before... ❜ ❛ i need to get inside, now. ❜ ❛ it's not safe to go outside right now! ❜

𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 )

❛ i'm not jumping in. ❜ ❛ i can't swim. ❜ ❛ no way! it's ⏤ it's too cold! ❜ ❛ i think i'll pass... ❜ ❛ the ocean is terrifying. ❜ ❛ i almost drowned last time. ❜ ❛ the water is too deep... ❜ ❛ there are so many unknown horrors in the ocean. we know more about space than we do with our oceans. ❜

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 )

❛ let me out! let me out! ❜ ❛ i can't breathe. ❜ ❛ i need to get out of here. ❜ ❛ don't shut me in here! ❜ ❛ i can't get out! it's locked / stuck! ❜ ❛ break it down! i don't care. just get me out of here! ❜ ❛ nonono don't! i'll be good! don't lock me in here! ❜ ❛ that's too small. i'm not going in there. ❜

𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 )

❛ i swear it's watching me. ❜ ❛ they're just... so creepy. makes my skin crawl. ❜ ❛ oh, i hate that doll. ❜ ❛ who collects all these creepy dolls? ❜ ❛ if it moves, i'm out of here. ❜ ❛ it moved! i swear it moved! ❜ ❛ nopenopenope, not going in the doll room. ❜ ❛ who thought that doll was a good idea? ❜

𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒 )

❛ don't wave it in my face and i'll be fine. ❜ ❛ just do it. quickly. ❜ ❛ get that thing away from me! ❜ ❛ don't touch me! ❜ ❛ sorry ⏤ i don't like needles. ❜ ❛ don't tell me what you're going to do, just do it. ❜ ❛ i ⏤ i don't think i can do this. ❜ ❛ i'm not going. ❜

𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 )

❛ i think i'm gonna throw up... ❜ ❛ oh god, that's a lot of blood... ❜ ❛ don't show me! ❜ ❛ i think i'm gonna faint... ❜ ❛ please cover that up. ❜ ❛ oh god the smell... ❜ ❛ i can't look at blood. ❜ ❛ i'm not good with blood... ❜

𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒 )

❛ a circus? no way. not going. ❜ ❛ horror movie? ....does it have clowns? ❜ ❛ if they have painted smiles on their faces, then why are they so creepy?! ❜ ❛ why would anyone have a clown at a birthday party? ❜ ❛ there's no good clowns. ever. ❜ ❛ i hate the way clowns look. ❜ ❛ don't leave me alone with them! ❜ ❛ it's the makeup. the makeup is what makes them so creepy. ❜

𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒 )

❛ no ⏤ no hospitals. ❜ ❛ what if i don't wake up from surgery? ❜ ❛ it's all so... clinical. i hate it. ❜ ❛ hospitals freak me out. ❜ ❛ i'm about to sign an ama if they don't hurry up. ❜ ❛ i want to leave, now. screw what the doctors say. ❜ ❛ where are my clothes? i'm leaving. ❜ ❛ i'm not staying here the night. no way. ❜

[acciojaeyun]

– 12:07 am ; how riki falls in love

genre: fluff pairing: nishimura riki / ni-ki x gn!reader trope: love at first sight

a/n: and the how they fall in love series concludes :(

when ni-ki feels, he makes it known.

if he doesn’t like the colour assigned to him, it’s shown on his face. if he finds something cute, he says it’s cute. if he finds something confusing, he’s the first one to show that he’s confused.

so, when ni-ki falls in love, he has made it known to his hyungs – unwillingly, at that.

he’s quiet, but he’s loud. his presence is known by his loud silence. he walks into the room; all eyes are on him. ni-ki usually has his eyes either on his hyungs or on his phone – sometimes, none at all. 

so, when jungwon sees his silence significantly different as it wasn’t his usual vibe, jungwon follows ni-ki’s trail of vision. the leader’s eyes landed on you, who had their eyes glued on the book they were trying to read. jungwon’s eyes flickered back to the maknae, who was now mindlessly sipping on his latté as he tried to sneak glances at you.

“you’re not being too sly, you know,” jungwon says, his eyes now on his phone as he tries to pull a reaction out of ni-ki.

ni-ki hummed and seemingly snapped out of his thoughts, shaking his head as his hand travelled through his dark fluffy hair, “what?”

“you could just ask their name.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” ni-ki rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone, trying to take a photo of the café while subtly including you in the shot – taking a mental note to post it on his instagram in the most hidden way he could think of.

ni-ki thinks he’s in love, but he’s quite unsure. however, sunoo was.

“they’re y/n,” sunoo smiles as he mixes his affogato. 

“what? how would you know?” ni-ki’s eyebrows raised up.

“i’ve chatted with them once or twice already,”

“could you –“

“introduce you to them? i was just waiting for you to tell me that!”

ni-ki clings on the first tell-tales of love.

for one, his heart plummeted as he finds himself walking towards you.

“hi, y/n! mind if we sit here?”

“no, not at all,” you smiled as you made room for the two people.

“i’d like to introduce my friend, by the way, he’s –“

“hi, i’m ni-ki,” he smiles shyly, nodding his head at you as his way of acknowledging your presence.

“i’m y/n, and i know you.”

the second time he realises it, it was when he was panicking when you arrived later than your usual time of arrival at the café near their building.

“hey,” you smirked at him as you realised he had already ordered your usual – sticky cinnamon bun for you and a croissant for him, to pair with mocha for you and caramel macchiato for him.

“hi – uh, hello,” ni-ki blushes, “i hope you don’t mind that i ordered you your usual already,” he ducks his head down.

“no, not at all,” you smile, and instead of sitting in front of him, you sat beside him, and ni-ki’s breath hitched.

just like the third time, when he sees you in their lounge with a paper bag in hand.

“you mentioned last time that today would be busy,” you started before pushing the paper bag towards him.

six people had their eyebrows raised and mouth agape; and sunghoon almost had the moment ruined by voicing out his shock loudly, good thing jungwon was able to cover his mouth as sunoo nudged him by the side.

“i thought i would bring you a croissant – oh, and your macchiato…” you trailed off, suddenly growing cautious over the fact that the tall boy (who happened to be the youngest one of the bunch) hadn’t spoken a word yet.

ni-ki’s eyes flickered back and forth from your hand to your face, and he tries his hardest to suppress the smile by biting on his lip, however his reddened cheeks seem to stray him away from success.

he intentionally reaches for your hand, engulfing his over yours that held the handle of the paper bag, “thank you. i owe you one.”

“you don’t - you don’t have to —“

“a date, if you don’t mind?”

and that leaves you dumbfounded. with a chorus of cheers and whistles from the maknae’s hyungs, blood rushed into your cheeks and you smiled.

“no, not at all,”

ni-ki smiled.

“oh, and ni-ki?”

his eyebrows raised, the cheers died down.

"took you long enough."

[dittography-direwolf]

The entitlement complex displayed by the voot bloos post election is just fucking unreal, lol. Among other things is the unshakable assumption that everyone who chose not to vote would clearly have shifted the odds overwhelmingly to Harris if they did, and/or that Biden's historic 80 million votes was supposed to be the standard now.

The election may be fake, but people's reaction to it is definitely revealing of the real them.

[yawn-junn]

♡︎breakup prank w/Ash Island, Changmo, Bloo♡︎

♡︎Ash Island♡︎

♡︎Changmo♡︎

♡︎Bloo♡︎

Bloo translation

I love you too much

Your my one and only

I love you to fucking much

Baby can you come pick me up?

Love you

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: Creative Writing for Creative Children and Panicked Nannies

Unsurprisingly, it only takes a few moments for pounding feet to be heard from the hall before a harried looking man skids to the entrance of the room, halting with a jerk before actually stepping in. “Adam! You can’t just run off like that! I told you that they’re not going to want a bloo—“ he cuts himself off with a strangled sound, “blasted adult sitting in on a club!” --- Aziraphale is as prepared for the new school year as he can be-- what he's not prepared for is an awkward man in sunglasses who's about to pull Aziraphale into not only his own life, but the lives of Aziraphale's students.

Length: 17,135 words

AO3 Rating: Teen and Up

Best for: Safe in Public, Human AU, Parent AU

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by munchmulch

*Minor Spoilers* I read this one the other morning when I had a late work start, and I was welling up with tears thinking about it on my drive in. It's really not even angsty! At least not to that level of reaction. I can't fully explain why it affected me so deeply, just my own inner child I suppose. Someone who needed safe, supportive, and encouraging adults in her life.

In this story, it's the first day of school and new students Adam and Warlock stay after for Mr. Fell's writing club. They drag Warlock's guardian, Nanny Crowley, to the meeting and you can probably guess what happens next. Aziraphale is an excellent teacher, meeting the kids at their level, and his teaching style has an immediate effect on Crowley. This story really is more about the children, but we still get high quality chemistry between the adults.

The length is nothing to sneeze at, but god I am desperate to spend more time in this world. The kids are so well written, not babied or overly mature. I want to watch as they become a family, I want to see Warlock being loved and thriving in this new family of his. I want to watch them create a home together. It's such a warm story that I really enjoyed.

Read it here, fic by munchmulch

[chvrrycola]

BF! SOOBIN ON A STORMY DAY

word count: 0.5k

warnings: food mention, storms

currently listening to: the day we first met by bloo

the other stormy days

okay but he’d also enjoy this way too much

especially when he saw how much you jumped at the first rumble of thunder

i feel like his immediate reaction would just be to clown you 

not realising how serious your fear is ofc

but then if he sees you’re actually rly frightened and he just melts then and there

like wraps you up in his arms and strokes your head 

apologising into your hair and saying he was just teasing

and you’d accept his apologies as long as he stayed with you

cos he always made you feel so safe omg cute

i feel like he would just talk to you?? for ages???

like you’d get something to drink and some snacks and then just lay around

your head resting on his stomach so you could rly feel everytime he breathed or laughed

and he’d start with just whatever he thought might be relaxing for you

just to try and take your mind off the storm and keep you focused on him

but all roads lead to rome with him

rome in this case being you

like he cannot go five minutes without talking about how important you are to him

and all the plans he has for your future together

honestly exposing himself in a big way

like it becomes clear that he thinks about this a LOT

cos he can run you through everything

every room in the house you’ll have and all the different breeds of dog that are going to be running around your ankles

you honestly don’t think you even heard the full extent of his plans 

because at some point you’re opening your eyes drowsily and he’s still talking

but you have no idea what the details he’s offering are even details of

and you tap him on the shoulder to get him back into the moment

which honestly takes a second he’d really immersed himself

and you convince him that maybe getting some proper food might be a good idea

so you both dawdle to the kitchen on half-asleep legs

and make ALL the comfort food you can think of

you would order but even the idea of somebody coming to your door and bursting the little bubble of just the two of you rly doesn’t appeal

so instant ramen and mountains of fried rice it is

and you sit facing each other on the sofa as you eat

legs intertwined as you try not to laugh at the comically loud slurping sounds as he eats his ramen in like two mouthfuls

but then also thinks he’s all smooth as he leans over to kiss sauce from the corner of your mouth

only to pull away and realise that he’s made it SO much worse

but then he just kisses you again anyways, the damage is done

[bookishcatcafe]

Ristretto in Pink (A Huskerdust Fic) Part Five

“They moan, passing upon the clouds, the horned and capricorned, the trumpeted with the tusked, the lionmaned the giantantlered, snouter and crawler, rodent, ruminant and pachyderm, all their moving moaning multitude, murderers of the sun.”- Ulysses James Joyce (p. 414)

Why did the film bring such a reaction to me? I’ve never done that in all the years I’ve seen that flick. Why now? Why now? The stomach churns and in silent reflection, there it is…OIL!

Angel breathed heavily, leaning a hand against a light-post, and wiping his lips of what was his popcorn. His ears were ringing as he felt the sidewalk tilt to and fro, leading him to flop onto the street, only a hand catching his fall and barely creating a scratch. Behind him, out of breath, was that cat of the day. He stopped himself behind Angel and panted as he tried to get the words out.

“W..Wh..Why did you leave like that! Are you okay?” He notices the puke and sighs, offering a handkerchief, which the spider hesitantly takes and wipes his lips with. Angel coughs and lays his head behind his crossed arms that sit atop his knees. A moment feels forever. In the silence of this part of town, minus faraway gunshots, laughing, and car crashes, the sudden rush turns silent too as the pair sit not as observers of silver frames, but as participants pulled together by Fate’s thread.

Such a thread seems unforgiving, making one captive to their passing companions or lack thereof. Both had erred in their afterlives, knotted as a blind hydra, abused in their individual metamorphoses; both without the nectar of the one Eternal Rose, dripping liquid light, and eternal redemption.

“I’m sorry.” Angel sniffles underneath his apology.

“I’ve never once…reacted that way before…I-“ Husk sits beside him and puts a hand on his shoulder.

“You don’t need to apologize.” His eyes dilated as he looked at Angel.

“You never need to apologize for something like that. We…have emotions…sometimes we just get all caught up in em that…we lose sight of what’s in front of us.” Husk’s chest felt a slow warmth from beneath his heart. He opened his wings, not in some sight of grandeur, but of polite compassion and wrapped one around his new friend.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to, you don’t owe me any explanation. Just at least, when you’re ready, let’s get out from the gutter else we’re going to get in a shit ton of trouble.” Angel looked to Husk, his face a gentle blush when he lifted his head, the world was shiftless and unmoving. Angel saw the subtle smirk on the man’s face and to him it was good.

--

The two were quiet as they walked back to Angel’s apartment. Without speaking, he had let Husk into his place. Without speaking, he went into the kitchen and made some glasses of water for the pair. Without speaking, Fat Nuggets quietly sauntered over, nuzzling at Husk and Angel, before going back to his fluffy bed and flopping asleep.

It was through this silently agreed silence, that Husk felt Angel did not want to talk just yet, except to just soak in the moment while his nerves calmed down.

The radio was quietly humming as Angel turned it on. The hum grew into static and then into soft violin.

Angel rubs the back of his neck and closed his eyes. He could feel the warmth of homemade soup trickling down his throat, the radio on in quiet ambience, while the family cat purred against his leg. His mom came from behind, ruffling Anthony’s hair gently, humming to the song.

Anthony moved away from the table, the cat taking his place, while he took his mother’s hand and brought her with him into the living room a couple feet away from the kitchen, and swayed to the music. He twirled her around and she did the same. She brought out a handful of coins.

“For the movies later, Anthony. Don’t go spending it all at once! There’s extra for concessions.”

“Thanks, Ma.” The door swung open, Anthony’s father stomping in, his face covered in a layer of dirt, blood on his hands. Anthony turned his face to see his father, his mother’s expression changing, and after a moment of silence after the door slammed open all that could be mustered up were:

“Arackniss is dead.”

Anthony sat in his chair, staring past Husk’s shoulder into the wall. Tears flowed down his cheeks. Finally, he noticed his parents were gone and Arackniss was somewhere across the other side of Hell or who knows where.

“My brother is dead. My brother is dead and it’s all my father’s fuckin fault! If he didn’t…if he didn’t rope us into his fucking money-making, blood money, stealing—FUCK! I dunno where we’d be if we weren’t in that mess! I’d be with Ma! I’d be with Sis! I’d be with them for eternity, but I’m here smoking dope, sucking dick, and barely scratchin by for all the rest of my afterlife!” Husk sat there and listened, looking at Angel, saddened by his distraught emotions, he does not talk back.

“I had a life up there…I had a better life with my ma. I just—Husk I fucking miss her. I’m just a bottom feedin loser.  I died cause I couldn’t cope with losing my brother. I couldn’t deal with being who I was there. I had to hide it, else my pa or worse my brother would kill me. Ma knew, dad knew too, they all fucking knew. I’m just too dumb to see it. I was just too dumb to take notice. And they say life starts on the day you die, whoever said that can eat it!” He breathed hard, his heart beating out of his chest, and without warning Fat Nuggets was nuzzling by his leg, oinking to be held.

Angel dust sighed, looking down at his Nuggets, and picking him up, holding him close to his face as the pig licked at his cheeks.

“Angel, I’m sorry.”

“Why should you be? You don’t need to apologize for me. I’m the one having a fuckin existential breakdown here.”

“Because I’m sorry you are feeling this way. We all did shit to end up here, whatever that was, truth is I’m just a loser like you are.”

“Loser? I ain’t no loser.”

“Hey we’re losers together. It’s a compliment!” Anthony started to laugh.

“I’m just jerking your dick, Whiskers. I got it. I…I got it.” He sipped his water and looked to his upper cabinet, which held bottles of liquor and wine.

“You wanna have a drink?”

“Only if you want to.”

“You said you’s a bartender, right? Mind making us a couple of specialty drinks?” Husk smiles and nods, standing up and walking toward the shelf. He took a gander at the inventory.

“Damn, you’re stacked with good shit. You really must be getting good pay from doing all your porno shit.” He grabs a couple bottles.

“You okay with whiskey?” Husk asked.

“Could you make something with rum instead?” The cat nods and grabs the bottle of rum.

--

              Angel and Husk sat in the living room on the couch, the radio still playing quiet classical music. They sat sipping pina coladas.

“This is really good, I can never make these right.”

“It’s all about the ratio, plus if you like it extra sweet you just add a bit more juice, ya know? Can’t be no different from your barista gig.” The liquor began to take hold.

“No. No it really isn’t any different. Coffee instead of alcohol.”

“And sober customers instead of blacked-out ones.”

“For the most part, coming from you Mister Drunk at 8 in the morning.”

“Touche, haha, fuck you.” Husk laid back and exhaled.

“You know, to be honest I cannot really remember much outside of my life here, it’s been so long that I don’t even remember how I died.” Anthony turned to him.

“What do you remember?”

“Only thing I can recall was I did the same shit up there, down here, gambling, magic, booze an-“

“Magic? I mean I shoulda guessed, but still.”

“Hey don’t be making fun of my own gigs, you still take dick in alleys so I’m told.” Anthony snorted.

“Touche.” Husk chuckles and takes another sip. Despite his clear lapse in memory, the cat was opening-up to him. Anthony hadn’t planned on exposing too much of his past, yet as it happened, his emotions took hold of him. He crossed his legs and sat back too, staring at the ceiling, the cat seemed to be doing the same shortly after him.

“Anthony.”

“What?” Husk turns to Angel, his ears flickering.

“My name on Earth was Anthony. No one else here calls me that ‘cept my boss.” Husk looks back up to the ceiling, his cheeks flushed as the liquor flowed through his system.

“Anthony.” He smiles.

“That’s a cute name.” Anthony blushes hard and without turning his head he looks down between them, and sees as Whiskers held his hand with his.

[loving-n0t-heyting]

With attention to the 2024 election and vote-bloo-no-matter-hoo-ism my mind recently wandered to Gavin newsom, and thence to the CARE courts, and thence to forced antipsychotic medication, and thence to the legal apparatus surrounding those. And I mean, the Sell hearing system is still pretty fucked, the case law is not especially inspiring, but my perhaps shameful first reaction is,

Thank God at least the courts treat this with even a fraction of the gravity it deserves, at least inmates awaiting trial get the dignity of a legal contest and ceremony before being forced to take these torture pills. If they’re going to enact the torture at all at least it’s not my teenage shrink saying “Eh yea you seem vaguely unwell why don’t we try lurasidone” and the other authority figures in my life nodding along and coercing me into it like they would about homework . It’s as tho accessing yr insurance funds for life-or-death treatment were gated behind a battle with a ferocious dragon instead of a million phone trees, yr going to lose anyway but at least it offers you the small consolation of aesthetically and symbolically acknowledging the severity of the matter

[aadrawings]

Looking at all the reactions to the new Foster's show is making me realize WOW y'all are treating Bloo like Hitler, like jeezaloo dial it back a bit

[prayers-to-hyliarceus]

I. suppose I ought to explain my... blog header.

The—? Oh.

i was... wondering about that for a while, honestly, but i didn't want to bring it up.

You do not have to, little bird.

I know but I— I just want to.

I understand.

...So. When I figured out all of the customization options that I could adjust, I wanted to change the title. And I'd coincidentally heard of a Pokemon move called "moonblast", and it made me think of a little play on words I could use. Hence, the bloo

blood. moonblast.

I did it just because I thought it would be... funny. Maybe it would also lessen my oversensitive reactions whenever something so much as vaguely mentioned a subject in the blood moon's direction— you know, kill two birds with one stone, but obviously it didnt work. not in the slightest.

nothing i do works anyway.

that's not true. that is really, really not true, speaking as someone who watched you start rebuilding Hyrule from the ground up.

but

Speaking as someone who hasn't seen that, even, you put so much time and effort into researching ancient relics and you have always worked tirelessly wherever you go. Those things work, even if you overshadow them with your downfalls.

Which, as we can all agree, you should not be doing. Forgetting your accomplishments for your failures, I mean.

i just think its so ridiculous that i can t look at my own blog heade rwithout getitng panicked anymore

That's okay, Zelda. This is all... complicated, but it is not ridiculous that you feel this way.

All we have to do is find a way to get around this hurdle. You are good at problem-solving, no? Besides, we are here for you whenever you need help.

would it help if you changed the header so it says something different?

that feels. cowardly

it really isn't.

i... i want to do that.