#bonking my head on his like a cat. love this guy

[busiest-bee]

I wanna ramble abt an oc I haven’t talked abt or shared anything of on here. So I’m gonna!! But I’m gonna do it under the cut so nobody has to deal with a post they don’t care abt

Ok so the oc I’m talking abt was originally a fandom oc for an arg that I really like. It’s sorta “based” around puppets and stuff, and so originally this oc Was, of course, a puppet!

But then I got super attached to him and now he’s also a regular oc (who I also selfship with bcuz apparently I can only actually truly Care abt an oc if I end up wanting to kiss their stupid face)

so now he’s a guy who’s autistic as FUCK abt the muppets/puppets in general (also I should mention just so we’re all aware: I’ve suspected I’m Very likely autistic for like. Maybe 2 years now. My therapist who has experience with diagnosing ppl as autistic agreed with me enough to where they recommended me a book I saw SEVERAL autistic ppl say was Super Duper good. So no I am Not just randomly calling my ocs autistic. Just ain’t diagnosed lol. Ok cool now with that out of the way)

He’s a shapeshifter (like me!! And also another oc who I’ve shared Once like. Last night. Idk if I said it but that ocs name is Rain and they’re my fav character Ever)

he’s a farm boy who’s got a big family, is bright yellow, and has a bonkers amount of muppet merch (this includes Sesame Street bcuz I LOVE Sesame Street and also Puppets) he’s also got a silly honkable nose that’s blue that matches his blue tongue I gave him at some point. He’s got big stupid teeth and a gold tooth like Dr.teeth (the muppet) bcuz he’s my Personal fav. He’s a mamas boy at heart. He’s a cowboy who Refuses to wear anything that doesn’t make him look and feel like a brightly colored living puppet. His gender is cowboy. He loves vintage stuff not bcuz they’re expensive but bcuz they make him feel cozy. One of his grandmothers, who he calls Nana, is 140 bcuz Have I Mentioned Shapeshifters Are Immortal (there are ways to Kill them but.! They’re very specific). Him and his family run both a farm (mostly livestock/horses and the like) And a small diner, but it’s ok bcuz like I said his family is pretty damn big.

His name is Tanny bcuz his original last name was “Tarnation” bcuz Cowboy and I needed something with a T. Idk how I came up with that and idk how I managed to come up with a name that is apparently a Real Name.?? But I somehow did

Here’s some sorta old doodles I have of him. Can u guess which one was made on mspaint. (The patterns in the second one I yoinked off google btw I just wanted to see my boy in Sesame Street jammies)

Anyways yea I love him he’s a Stupid stupid cowboy and I wanna visit his house and eat pancakes. And also give him a kiss on his big stupid teeth. I mean what who said that.

[rae-writes]

headbutting

nb!Satan x reader

wc : 0.3k

synopsis : all it took was one text and an offhand comment

a/n : the chats/list of Satan’s favorite cat habits was the cutest thing ever and I loved it and I love him and we need to give the man what he wants damnit-

While it’s true that the six brothers have gotten used to their new blonde addition to the family- and by extension his rage fits - even they were about to fall off their chairs and eat tile flooring at your boldness. 

You’d walked in, all bright and cheery, saying your hello’s to each brother— until you reached Satan. To which you hummed in greeting before bonking your head against his at full force, horns clashing with a low ‘thunk’ sound. 

A few choked on their food, others were practically hiding under the table, and Mammon was debating whether or not to pray for you (if that even worked anymore). 

Lucifer chose to pinch the bridge of his nose with a sigh, dreading the tantrum that was sure to come…it never did. 

No, instead they watched as Satan, wrath incarnate, number one rage fit thrower, began blushing. He even nuzzled against you in return. 

“You..you guys are seeing this too, right?” 

“I think we’re all dead—“ 

“—or hallucinating. Who cooked breakfast? It might be food poisoning.” 

“My cooking is not bad, thank you very much! I-“ 

Satan’s eyes cut through everyone’s bickering with a glow, “Shut it.” Then they promptly softened when you gave him another- lighter- bonk. 

“What’s our goal for today?” 

Satan practically sighed his answer out dreamily, “No ripped books.” 

“No ripped books.” You repeated with a smile, scratching at the base of his horns lovingly. When you sat down to eat, you blinked at all the looks you were receiving, “What?” 

“Did- did you just scratch him like you would a cat?” 

“Ooh, scratch my horns too!” 

“So not fair!” 

A growling Satan silenced them all once again, making you giggle. Sending a subtle smug glance to Lucifer, you placate the fourth born with a pat on the head.

[leslie057]

rating things owned by nancy elizabeth wheeler

because she’s got a lot of little things. mostly they are very cute and strange little things.

starting off strong we have the prettiest tissue box in the world. 9/10, i think if i were sick it would make me feel better to have such a nice tissue box.

i’m fairly certain this is her diary beside it because her diary looks pink in the upside down version of her bedroom. so this is probably it? 11/10, i want to read it so bad. and very sweet pic with mom—7.5/10.

next up these pinstripe pants !! 10/10 i love them so much. oh and the index finger ring is there obviously, 8/10, such a consistent piece of her character.

a ribbon for being the bestest girl ever in the world. 10/10. also the card of cardinals: 6/10, probably just a christmas card or something rather than a symbol of her love for birds. but i still like it.

mr rabbit gets 11/10 for the name alone. and why does he look dead. i love him. he’s me.

descent from xanadu: QUITE LITERALLY 0/10. at first i was SO excited to cheer her on for reading a sex and drugs book at school but as it turns out? bizarre and gross. seems to go heavy on nonconsensual stuff. i snagged a free pdf and command f’d for whore and bitch. lots of results obviously (one use of c*ck crazy bitch…lovely). it seems men in this book say a lot of sexist stuff that the women pretend to hate but love which i can’t imagine is great for a teenage girl to consume. also just not sexy at all.

literally so bad, and this is not the worst of it.

sooo bad. the author was what 70 (??) writing that his female character got clinically DIAGNOSED with being a slut for every guy she comes in contact with. i know options for sexy literature were probably limited at this time but…please go check out something else. i wanna bonk her on the head with this book (paperback) and hug her. you don’t need to read this to be cool and sexually aware. moving on.

on the other side of that, the blondie calendar gives us a sense of the GOOD media she’s consuming!! a 10/10 no questions asked. we don't really get to see many of her hobbies or interests outside of investigation so this is a much appreciated detail.

of course like all good things in life the blondie calendar does get replaced. its replacement is what i will call Weird Antinaturalist Art Piece #1 seen in her room in s4. i give it a 4/10 because idk what’s going on really.

and here is a very crunchy screencap of Weird Antinaturalist Art Piece #2 from s4 which i will give a 5/10. note the boyfriend typical photography above it, for sure a 10/10.

there is also Weird Antinaturalist Art Piece #3 which gets an 8/10 because i like the composition and the piano player. where did she get this and why. interior decoration is her passion.

the sleeping bag and crochet pillow setup. 7/10. would take a cat nap here.

pluto!! 15/10, the best mickey mouse character i would say. i hope her cousin is taking good care of him.

bulletin board 10/10. i love how obvious it is that she has had this up for forever. probably a nice constant in her life.

and my favorite pic up there is this precious one. look at herrr. 5000/10.

her floral weekender bag. 6/10, i like it, but not as much as i like the speedwalk and the toss into the backseat. she was SO ready for her lab takedown road trip.

trapper keeper is a 9/10 because they probably put anything and everything on trapper keepers back in the day and yet still she chose this lovely understated hot air balloon. elegant.

tom cruise poster is 1000000/10 actually. she is so loyal to that man. actually though not a great pic of him all things considered so maybe i give it a 999999/10. (i love it so much because i know for a fact that jonathan byers works proactively to never acknowledge this poster, because he is more mature than that.) (he is not more mature than that, in fact he is a little pouty about mr cruise.)

KITTY FIGURINE. 10/10. i thought it was just in s4 but i found it on her other nightstand in s1. very very adorable. i imagine it is now one of the first things she sees in the morning (well that and her blue telephone: 8/10) which is bizarre and cute. the mixtape drawer gets a 10/10 for reasons that i don’t think i need to get into.

white fingerless gloves! 10/10. so chic for monster hunting.

black fingerless gloves from s4. hmmm 3/10, they're cool i guess but they don’t feel very nancy and the white ones are so much better. especially because you may get the splatter effect of monster blood on them in a battle scenario, which would be badass.

piggybank (with her name on the side). 2/10 unfortunately i don’t like him. he looks at me like i took out his whole pig village and i just need some quarters. also did she paint this herself? in that case, 3/10 for customization lol.

pastel underwear drawer: 10/10. her committment to the hollistic aesthetic and color palette of her room is impressive here. it was a good idea to use this drawer as a deterrence against her little brother and a money hiding place but clearly he has no manners and is a THIEF.

STRIPED SOCKS. 10/10. i realize it's hard to see because she's moving so fast (slow down he is not going anywhere) but they are indeed stripey even though i would have guessed solid white. and wow what good sleeping socks. stripes are just cozier. hope she got lots of sleep in those.

[vanilladove]

This request is a bit long and specific but I hope that's not a problem efvevefvrgb I'm sorry

So if that's not a problem I would want headcanons for gn reader who is Atsushi's sibling (a year older), has the same ability and also is in ADA and is in love with Akutagawa and he hates them at first but then fall in love. Also reader has very similar personality to Atsushi. (I know, readers description is almost Atsushi, I kin him okay tgbrbrgbrbg 😭)

So fluffy sibling headcanons with Atsushi, romantic (and suggestive/nsfw if thats okay (I'm 19)) headcanons with Akutagawa and also headcanons about dynamics between reader, Akutagawa and Atsushi.

I'm sorry that it's so specific rtgefbefbefg And thank you in advance if you'll write this erfefvvejad ♡

hihi tysm for being my first request, anon! this is actually so cute ahhhhh :,) i felt like keeping this pretty fluffy. engagement is always appreciated (from anyone & everyone:D)! thank you guys for all the support + requests so far ♡

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: akutagawa x nakajima!gn!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre: fluff + a lil suggestive (hickeys)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ content warnings: none!

₊˚⊹♡ being siblings with atsushi...

Since you're a year older, you've always been quite protective over your younger brother. Despite having very similar personalities, you're a bit more rational and street-smart than Atsushi.

You made him his first ever ochazuke (green tea over rice) at the orphanage one day to celebrate his birthday, and since then it's been his favorite food ♡

You cheer him up a lot and are kind of like his strength:,) After the kids at the orphanage cut his hair, you convinced him it looked cute and yelled at them to never mess with him again.

You always keep extra tissues on you for him bc he’s a lil crybaby sometimes :(

Both of you train together since you have the same ability. Luckily, neither of you are super competitive, so you both are at the same skill level.

You both share one brain cell...

₊˚⊹♡ being akutagawa's lover...

You fell first, but he fell harder :D

The first time you saw Akutagawa, you were enamoured by his beauty. Unfortunately, the feeling wasn't reciprocated since he held a grudge against you and Atsushi (*cough* bc of Dazai bragging*cough*).

Dazai sent you to negotiate with the Port Mafia on behalf of the ADA once, and you saw him again in a meeting. Higuchi was gone, so naturally you sat next to Akutagawa--much to his dismay.

He was side-eyeing you harshly the entire meeting until his lung decided to act up and send him into a coughing fit...

You gave him your untouched cup of tea and fished some cough drops out of your pocket (always prepared bc you're the older sibling lol). This surprised him (along with the other Mafia members).

He didn't have the luxury of declining, so he took them without thanking you and stubbornly looked away (you swore you saw a faint blush on his cheeks though...)

After the meeting, he pulled you aside and demanded to know your favorite café, so he could take you there, warning you, "don't get the wrong idea, I just don't want to owe you". (he's awkward ik :,) )

Somehow your little 'dates' went back and forth as you kept bringing him more things to ease his condition (handkerchiefs, tea w/ honey, medicine, etc.)

Akutagawa fell for your bubbly personality and giving nature (which he would've regarded as weak before). As much as he didn't want to admit it, it was nice to have someone take care of and genuinely look out for him. It's the reason why he secretly hopes he'll never stop 'owing' you.

His love language is quality time and writing you poems/love letters. Anytime he isn't working or with Gin, he spends with you. His go-to is a romantic moonlight walk by the ocean (he def hates water tho and refuses to even dip his feet in--black cat energy hehe)♡

Expect a lot of subtle affirmations from Akutagawa. Not many “i love you”s but a lot of “the moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn’t it?”

Also lots of affectionate head bonks hehe.

SUPER POSSESSIVE!!! Will constantly hold you/your hand when you're alone together or out in public and leaves hickeys to show you're his.

One time Atsushi saw one on your neck and asked about it...you told him it was "from Akutagawa", and he immediately got defensive thinking he'd hurt you. You awkardly laughed and told him it was a "hickey". Poor, innocent Atsu asked Dazai what that was and obviously Dazai's evil ass explained it in the worst, most suggestive way possible :p Afterwards, Atsushi wouldn't look at either of you for a week...

₊˚⊹♡ dynamics between the three of you...

Although at first Akutagawa refused to hang out with Atsushi, he began to tag along more after you expressed that it made you sad to leave him out. When they did fight, you were the middleman breaking it up.

Akutagawa has been nicer to Atsushi lately--scoffing at his jokes instead of clapping back, claiming "it's for your sake and definitely not by choice".

Nicknames! You call Akutagawa "Ryu" when you're alone together. Aku calls you by your name but still refers to Atsushi as 人虎 "Jinko". Tried to call Atsushi by his name once, but it felt wrong, so he never did it again lol.

Dazai likes to tease that you guys are "Triple Black". You're a powerful trio, and you often strategize and provide support to the other two.

Since you guys are so similar, you once asked Akutagawa why he liked you so much but couldn't stand Atsushi...

Mans was absolutely dumbfounded. The question made him realize it was because he loved you, but he couldn't bring himself to admit it flat out. The thought of that made his face red like a tomato. He was so flustered, he couldn't even think of a cute, poetic thing to say.

He brought you close to him in a hug to try and hide his crimson face, burying himself into your neck.

"Your haircut isn't stupid like his, that's all".

[zephyrrhiesfyrian]

There's this one meme that's like "Came home drunk last night, and got way too excited to see my cat." And you see the white cat covered in lipstick smooches in the picture.

That's me with Tinyformers! Bumblebee, or Rodimus, or Optimus, or Drift, or Swerve, or- (I don't wear lipstick though. So I wouldn't have to worry about washing the lipstick off of them. The point stands though.)

I would also hug them lots. I think I'd probably want to take care of an affectionate Tinyformer, bc I'd see the little guy(s), and want to hug them a whole lot. And give them little kissies.

Bumblebee might be a little embarrassed at all the affection at first, but he loves to snuggle with you and receive kissies once he gets used to it. Rodimus and Swerve are always up to be yoinked and showered in affection, although Swerve is a little less of a brat when he wants attention (Rodimus may commit small acts of arson if you don't respond in a timely fashion). Drift is also very cuddly, but he definitely needs his alone time too. If he's not in a mood to be held though, he'll try to bring you a plushie or something that you can squish instead; he knows you do it out of love!

If you've got a tiny Orion Pax, he'll be a lot more open to receiving affection in the form of kisses and snuggles, even if he may wriggle and beep at you in embarrassment. If your tiny is Optimus though, he'll either aggressively bap at your fingers to put him down, or he'll begrudgingly accept his fate and just lay there limply, his finials twitching. Optimus takes himself very seriously, you see.

Other affectionate tinies include: Red Alert surprisingly! He takes a long time to get fully comfortable with you, but once you've crossed that hurdle he is practically inseparable from you. He will not sleep in his own habitat because he needs to be pressed against your heartbeat the entire night to "make sure his human doesn't die".

Brainstorm also requires a lot of attention, but after a bit of snuggling he's squirming for freedom so he can crawl around your shoulders or sit on your head or just fly circles around you.

First Aid and Ambulon both enjoy being picked up and cuddled, but First Aid is far more willing to reciprocate the affection; he'll try to hug your face when you lean in to give him kissies and he'll softly bonk his faceplate against you to return them! Ambulon is more content just to stay put and snuggle into your hands.

The first two or three times you pick Trailbreaker up for snuggles, he'll probably panic bubble out of instinct, but he does very much enjoy the affection. He'll generally find his way into your lap if you're sitting down and fall asleep to being pet gently. He is a lap cat. And yes, his lil engine purrs.

[yeehawbvby]

Falling Away With You | Ch. 51

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Spirit's Eve shenanigans part 1 - time to meet Krobus!

Author’s Note: The gathering in the sewers is based off the Festival of the Mundane mod!! It was broken in 1.6 unfortunately, but someone mentioned a rework of it in the comments. Definitely worth trying it if you haven't before, it's a very cute mod ^^

Hope y'all enjoy this one. I really did :3 Take care x

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Upon arriving home, I discover that Cannoli is not fond of pink elven strangers that look like his human. Probably less so ones who are invading his home.

The first thing he does is yell at me, with his dark grey tail puffed, and his lighter ears essentially mimicking the curvature of little devil horns.

“It’s just me, bud!” I coo, kneeling down and offering a hand for him to sniff.

He hisses in response. He rarely hisses — usually only if I annoy him too much, or if he’s hurt, a la bonking his head during his morning zoomies for example. I love this little idiot. And I know he’s just scared right now, so I’m not too worried about this reaction from him.

“Yeah?” I challenge, sitting cross-legged, “You wanna tussle?”

His pupils dilate.

I raise my own fists near my chest and furrow my brows. “Put ‘em up!”

Cannoli forms into that low, chest down-butt high stance that cats do before pouncing. I genuinely can’t tell at this point if he knows it’s me and he’s just messing around, or if I’m about to get mauled.

“I’ll pummel ya,” I playfully warn in hopes of the former.

He sneezes in retaliation. I lower my fists for a moment and softly offer him a blessing. He huffs out the wet remnants of his sneeze (eugh…) and shakes his head before reassuming his position, as do I.

I cautiously choose not to move more than this just yet. I know I can heal faster now than ever before, but I’d still rather not experience my son brutalizing me, believe it or not!

Because of my lack of movement, Cannoli doesn’t budge either. He simply watches me, with those big beady eyes… he’s probably going through the same thought process as myself, if I had to guess. 

The little guy spends a few beats more trying to decide whether to attack me or not before running away to hide. 

Victory is mine. 

Once he’s out of sight, I lay myself down in the center of the main room and wait for him to come back. He likes to hide in the shower when he’s feeling jittery… he’s probably in there. I don’t wanna barge in and make him feel any more skittish, though.

It doesn’t take very long for him to show back up. He approaches me with hesitance as I lay still, save for my head, which follows his movements. The cat sniffs my knee, then nears my face and sniffs my cheek. I crinkle my nose and the corresponding eye as his whiskers tickle me, but refrain from moving my hands just yet.

After one last once-over, Cannoli crawls onto my belly and lays down, his face no more than an inch or two from mine. 

Did it work? Does he know it’s me?

I reach up a shy finger near his nose. He sniffs it, then nuzzles into it. I can feel his purrs vibrating onto my stomach.

He totally knows it’s me. 

I scratch under his chin, then hold him close as I raise myself up, carrying him to the bed. He stays out when I leave for a sec to get ready to join him.

He seems to have calmed down a considerable amount, given he’s fallen asleep already by the time I’m back.

Let’s hope he can manage to stay this relaxed when I inevitably shapeshift back to normal overnight. 

_______________

After a long few hours of being unable to sleep, I finally conked out.

But, I awoke in the wee hours of the morning to Cannoli loudly meowing and pouncing on me so as to alert me that I was a human again. Annoyed but feeling appreciative — now I know what kinda time frame I’m working with — I thanked the man. Then, after wrangling him into a cuddle, I managed to sleep in ‘til almost noon. Fine by me, honestly.

I don’t have to be ready for the event — both below- or above-ground — until later in the day, so I’ll take my time picking the last of my crops for the season. As usual, I pop in some earbuds to listen to music, humming and dancing around a little while I work. 

The harvest passes by relatively quickly. The only hiccup: one of my pumpkins began to look similar to a void egg, practically overnight. Never seen anything like it, and never want to again! Sensing that something or someone did this somehow, I sigh, carrying the pumpkin over to my outdoor waste bin. 

I unceremoniously plop that puppy inside and briskly retreat, choosing to ignore the magical heebie jeebies I got while touching it. Not only do I not want to mess with something potentially just as dangerous as a fucking void egg, but I’d rather avoid using or shipping the pumpkin only to find out later that it’s got some kinda hex on it and wiped out a small population. 

Y’never know. 

After scavenging the cave for some fruit the local bats might’ve left behind and preemptively scything some weeds and dead plants — easier to get it done now than when there’s snow blanketing the ground — I rush to get ready and head to Seb’s. I wanna squeeze in some time with him before spending the next however many hours doing magic and potentially traversing through pipes, y’know? Plus, Magnus is busy setting up for tonight anyway, and Seb already said he’d welcome the company while he crams some last-minute work in. Everyone benefits. 

Robin’s not at her counter when I arrive, but the scent of sugar cookies wafts through the cabin. Must be because of her.

Hmm… I could go for some cookies…

Seb can wait.

I make a beeline down the hall and to the right, where the kitchen table is covered in several sheet pans, all of which are topped with cookies of various shapes: pumpkins, ghosts, skulls, and cats. They’re all coated with sprinkles — those sugary ones that kinda look like glittery flakes rather than pellets— which are a mixture of black, purple, and orange in color. 

“Whoa,” I murmur. 

I want one.

“You touch any of those, you die,” a slightly gravelly and intimidating, albeit loving, voice warns from my left. As if she read my mind… 

I look up to the source and see Robin turned towards the counter, adorning plaid green pajama pants and a plain white tee beneath a deep red apron. I smile at the sight of some cute bunny slippers covering her feet.

“Cause of death?”

“Me.”

“I need specifics.” I join her as I speak, leaning my elbows onto the one clean-ish spot on the countertop and watching from the sidelines while she struggles to hand-cut shapes into this next batch of dough. I’ve got no idea what she’s aiming for, considering it looks like she’s just shredding it up. 

Unless that’s the point… to be, y’know, avant garde or whatever.

Clearly frustrated, she puts the knife down and crumbles the substance back into a ball before rolling it flat. “How about a stabbing?” she finally suggests.

I wash my hands and make a point to hum, as though I’m thinking real hard. I come to the conclusion of, “It's worth the risk,” as I dry off and steal a second knife from their block. “What are you trying to make?” I ask, subtly offering some help.

She doesn’t oppose, scooting over a little to spare me some room. “Spiderwebs.” 

“Sounds complicated…” I tilt my head, scrutinizing the dough while trying to imagine how to make this work. “The shapes you have aren’t enough?” I ask, nodding slightly towards the table.

“No,” she scoffs. “Jas and Vincent are little snobs with sweets, I tell ya…”

Robin leans an elbow on my shoulder and places her other hand on her hip. I notice now that her nails, which are usually bare, are alternating between black and orange paint. So festive!

“Are you icing them?” 

“The kids?”

I snort. “Not what I had in mind.”

She answers more seriously, “Wasn’t planning on it.”

“But what if you…” I shimmy her off me and carve out a spiky ball — like one of those pow! bubbles from comic books. “…do something like this, then ice the web onto it?”

Robin’s brows furrow and her lips purse while she glares down at the dough. She looks skeptical.

I tack on, “And you could cover the icing in sprinkles too, so there won’t be any weird biases towards these or the others. At least visually.”

Her brows raise at that, and she tilts as she thinks it out before finally nodding. “Y'know what?” She motions her head to the table and begins copying the shape I made while she says, “You’ve earned yourself a cookie, stab-free.”

Oh fuck yes. I triumphantly pump my fist through the air. She chuckles, bumping her hip into me as if to shoo me away. 

I grab my victim, a still-warm pumpkin. “Y’don’t want more of my expertise?” I ask before chomping down. God damn, this is a good cookie. 

“Not anymore,” the redhead responds, “unless you wanna help me ice these things.” 

“I can!” I slowly back out of the kitchen, stealing an extra treat — a cat — while she’s distracted. The troll toll. “Just call for me when they’re outta the oven or whatever and I’ll come back up.”

“Might take you up on that.” Although Robin responds cheerily, she still doesn’t look up. She’s locked in. 

Leaving the woman to her devices, I make my way to her son’s lair. 

I knock. A grunt grants me access. When I open the door, I notice the room is silent, save for some breathing and the whirring computer fans. It looks empty, too.

“Uh…” My eyes scan the space while I step inside, shutting the door behind me and biting into the second cookie.

I wrap around to the front of Seb’s desk. He’s leaning against it, his face resting in his forearms and a blanket draped over his shoulders. Beside him are several energy drink cans and a coffee mug. All drained.

“Long night?”

He grunts again. 

“You at least get all your work done?” I ask after finishing my second cookie, and then softly massage my thumbs into his upper back. He lets out a sigh of relief before nodding.

I guess he really crammed as much as he could, for better or worse.

“Let’s get you to bed, love.”

“Gotta get ready…” he mumbles.

“You have, like, 5 or 6 hours! Sleep a little bit. Take some care of yourself, for fuck’s sake.”

Another grunt.

“Pleeease?”

Another one… and he reluctantly gets up. 

He trudges his way to his bed and flops down on top of it before groaning once more. I laugh through my nose, follow him over, and then crouch down beside his bed and close to his face. 

“Want me to stay? Orrr I can come back later and do your makeup or something..?”

“Yeh,” he slurs against his pillow. 

Running my fingers through his hair, I giggle at his non-answer and contemplate my day leading up to the sewer party for a sec. 

I could go be lazy at home, or be lazy here. Or, I could see if Sam, Abby or Leah wanna hang out, maybe. Although, Leah is probably busy getting ready for tonight. I have no idea what Sam or Abby would be doing around now, but from what I can tell, Leah has big plans for her and Elliot’s costumes. Wouldn’t tell me what they’re going as, only that they’re a duo.

I didn’t really think through what I’d do if my plans to simply exist with Seb fell through. 

Before I can decide, he’s quietly snoring. Cute. I part his hair and leave a gentle peck against his balmy forehead before standing. Maybe a walk will lead me to my destined outcome. Or something. Or, maybe I could start praying to the spirits to give me their wisdom, or whatever. Idk how they work and I can’t commune with ‘em enough to ask.

Sebby’s PC is still on. I should turn it off, or at least put it to sleep for him…

Not before leaving a little present though. 

Hehehhh. 

As I plop down in his chair, I open up his browser, and then YouTube. I settle on a video of a Pokemon walking around with some cute music for ten hours straight, good god; then, for good measure, I make sure to put it on loop — maybe he won’t see it until later in the night! — before putting the PC to sleep, hoping it will still be playing whenever he gets back to it. 

I dunno if I’ve ever left Seb’s house while he was asleep before. 

This feels weird — like I’m abandoning him, or something. 

Hands on my hips, I do a once over of the room.

…Back upstairs we go, I guess!

“What’s the over-under on those things?” I ask once I make it back to the kitchen.

“Is that your hip way of asking how the cookies are doing?”

“Depends, did it sound hip?”

“Sounds dorky.” I feign surprise. Robin tacks on, “Not helping your case.”

I shrug nonchalantly. “I can’t hide what I am.”

“They’re alright,” she finally answers, scrubbing a dirty bowl in the sink. “Should be able to tackle ‘em on my own.”

“Sick. See you later, then.”

Robin nods at me as I back out of the room with a wave. “Don’t fall down the mountain on your way… wherever,” she warns. 

Turning the wave into a set of finger guns, I spin around. “I’ll do a backflip if I do.” 

“So cool!” she sarcastically calls after me.

I blow out a raspberry without turning back to her. 

When I finally exit the cabin, I decide to go check out what Abby’s doing. We haven’t really hung out one-on-one, and I’m curious how that would go.

Unfortunately, as I approach the decline into town, I spot a bunch of barriers.

“Fuuuuuck,” I groan. 

I’d forgotten that Magnus specified that, if you don’t live near the town square, he and Linus won’t allow you in that area ‘til it’s all set up.

He emphasized that it included me. Because I’d be a distraction, or whatever. 

…It is a little flattering that he’d be distracted by my simply being there, in its own way. But now that I’ve set my heart on not going home, it’s a bit annoying to have to deal with this.

Sighing, I make my way towards the backwoods. So much time to kill until he’s done and I can get my own costume started up. Ugh.

…Unless..?

A probably definitely dangerous thought invades my head, and before I can tell myself it’s a dumb idea that I shouldn’t even think about doing, my feet are picking up their pace.

I’m gonna have to do a little breaking and entering for my activity of choice, but luckily, I know how to pick locks. Don’t ask how. S’not important.

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“I should be mad at you, you know.” 

“Buuut…?”

Magnus sighs, picking up a short, white strand of hair between his fingers. “I’m proud that you managed this on your own.”

I flash him a pointy, shit-eating grin. With the exception of a few things, one example being that my hair is shoulder-length and wavy rather than long and straight like it was yesterday, my solo transformation went exactly as planned. 

“Please refrain from doing this without my guidance in the future, though.”

A little embarrassed, I avert my gaze. “Sorry, sorry, yeah… That was stupid.” 

“Extremely! You could have gotten hurt.”

“I know—”

“This altar shows little mercy for those it deems untrusting,” he cuts me off to emphasize his point, “You could have been mangled by the damned thing.”

I blink dumbly, trying to imagine what that would feel like. “Would it really—“

“Yes!” Magnus huffs out a half-hearted laugh. “When I came down here and heard it in use my heart nearly expelled itself from my chest.” Not my best idea, after all. Who woulda thunk... “To enter my home unprompted I can overlook with ease because it’s you, my love, but you must not do this again.” As he speaks, he motions his arms to the shrine. I’ve never seen him so animated.

I sigh, shut my eyes, and nod. “I promise I won’t do it again.” I softly offer, “I’m really sorry, Magnus,” feeling stupid as ever. It’s times like this where I remember he has over a hundred years of experience on me — of life on me. 

He sighs himself. “It’s alright, I’m— I’m just happy you’re safe.” He cups my face in his hands. Inspects it, his thumbs rubbing my cheeks. “These golden freckles are lovely.” 

“Huh!” I grin, placing my hands on his.

“Yet another lovely artistic liberty from the shrine?”

I nod my answer and pat a kiss to one of his palms. “You think I’ll really pass as an elf down there?”

“There’s only one way to find out.” 

“Love the vote of confidence,” I snort. 

Magnus smiles, warm as ever. “You’ll be fine, dear.” He slides his hands into mine. “Ready?”

Nervous, my voice wavers a little as I confirm. I shut my eyes, and a moment later, the air is damp and thick, with — to my delight — no more than a mild musk to its scent. Almost kinda smells like ferrets down here.

“Here we are,” Magnus murmurs as I open my eyes. 

I have to hold back some giddy shimmying as I scan our surroundings. There are purple lights strung around the tiled walls — I guess string lights are just popular with elementals? That, or Magnus and Krobus just have similar taste — and fog machines emitting purpley-grey clouds are scattered around the perimeter.

In the nasty greenish water to our left is a boat with a mouse-like creature selling something from it. They have a little hat on, and they’re waving their tiny arms around trying to get the attention of nearby partiers. 

I hope that fella makes some good sales!

Across the way on our right is a large archway, leading to what unfortunately looks like a makeshift pool. 

In the sewer sludge.

I hope elementals are immune to any sorts of sickness they can get from that, because that’s fuckin’ nasty.

Festive music is playing over a speaker… somewhere, and it’s currently on none other than Monster Mash. A bunch of shadow people are dancing to it, while others are playing some sort of party game. 

There are some shadow people existing as they are, while others are dressed an awful lot like the people from around Pelican Town. One has a full-blown Haley cosplay on, with some balloons shoved in their shirt to give themself boobs. I wonder how much spying they had to do to nail her look… I wonder how they got clothes that match hers so perfectly, too. 

Burglary, perhaps?

The drama!

This entire thing feels like something straight out of a cheesy 90’s or 2000’s Spirit’s Eve movie. It’s so cute and cool and whimsical and oh my god, I’m so happy right now.

Magnus squeezes my palm. “There they are!” 

I look at him to see what he’s talking about, and then follow his line of vision to a shadow person headed our way. They’re about my height, maybe an inch or two taller, which renders them much shorter than the others here from what I can tell. They’re much more round than the rest, too — not quite as human-shaped, for lack of better phrasing. They have a large red bow tie around what I’m assuming is their neck area, and their eyes are lined with shimmery silver makeup.

They catch my stare and lock eyes with me. I smile and offer a timid wave. Their eyes dart away.

Maybe they’re shy, too?

“Krobus!” Oh!! It’s them! “How are you, my friend?” Magnus asks, crouching down to hug them.

Krobus meets him in a tender embrace, a soft flush on their cheeks while they grin, “I’m well. Thank you for coming!”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, you know that much.” Magnus puts a hand on my shoulder before introducing me, “This is the beautiful (y/n) I’ve been telling you about.”

I’m never a fan of being put on the spot like this. My cheeks warm up — I wonder what color my blush is, with my skin already being pink as an elf? — as I wring my antsy hands behind my back. “Nice to meet you, Krobus!” 

“Y-you too,” they nod. “Magnus told me you had to disguise yourself,” they add quietly. “It looks very pretty and authentic.”

My smile widens — partially because of their compliment, and also because of how matter-of-factly they talk — as I shyly look down at myself, giving my new form another once-over. “Oh, thanks!” 

I look back at them, and feeling compelled to compliment back, I tell them their makeup looks nice. The corners of their mouth turn up slightly, the flush returning to their cheeks. 

“I only came to say ‘hello’ — I must return to my game of Pin the Nose on the Goblin. It’s most likely my turn by now,” they say to us both.

Their game of what?!

“Let me know if you need anything. Please feel free to purchase a mask from the rodent of unusual cuteness if you’d like one.” Krobus turns to me and adds, shifting back and forth on their feet, “Um, I also sell rare and exotic goods down here every day. Please stop by, if you’d like, but be aware that I remain silent to honor Yoba on Fridays.” They take a deep breath, seemingly winded from all the talking, before adding, “It still feels strange to talk to a human, but you seem very nice, and I do hope you enjoy your time with us.”

Oh my god they’re adorable. 

I nod, doing my best to contain my excitement. “Thank you, I really appreciate that. A-and thanks for having us!”

“Indeed,” Magnus chimes in, his own smile lighting up the room. Pipes? Whatever. “Your gatherings are always something to look forward to. Please, go have fun.”

Krobus nods at us both, then bows before scurrying away.

Magnus can tell how endeared I am already. “Enchanting, aren’t they?”

I nod vigorously. “Dude I don’t even know what to do with myself, this is so cool!” I turn towards him, a little bit of a bounce in my toes and a subtle flap in my hands. “I’m—“ I cut myself off, noticing Magnus stifling laughter. “What?”

He breaks. His own giggles are infectious as ever, as I find myself joining in. I don’t even know what we’re laughing at. He just sounds so stinkin’ cute.

“Your ears,” he manages. “They’re very expressive today.”

I reach up to feel them. As I do, I notice a bit of a downward turn to them. “Did they do this yesterday?” I question with my brows furrowed. My smile swiftly comes back as I speak, feeling them ebb with my words. 

“No!” He reaches down to feel one and I can’t help but lean into the touch. “They were as stiff as ever.”

“Huh…” I reach for them again as we begin to advance into the party, mesmerized. 

I think about how I really, really wish I could just stay like this without consequence. Being an elf is so fun, man.

…Then, my face (and ears) droop. “Ah, shit.”

“Hm?”

“How am I gonna explain that during the town’s Spirit’s Eve thing?”

Magnus goes quiet as we slow to a halt. “You… huh.” 

I tilt my head and bring my knuckles to my mouth. Not sure if it was on purpose, but Magnus does the same, pairing the action by hugging his other arm across his ribs.

We think in silence for a few moments, before he suggests, “Perhaps the ‘prosthetics’ move with your ears?”

“Do my ears ever usually move?” 

He winces. “Not that I’ve noticed.”

“…They do now I guess.”

“If it comes down to it, it can be a ‘trick of the light.’”

“That definitely won’t work.”

“Can’t say I didn’t try,” he mumbles with a little bit of sass, shrugging.

I quietly chuckle at Magnus’ aloofness. He’s usually so much more formal, even when he’s relaxed, or when he’s not necessarily trying to be. It’s honestly super fucking attractive to see this slight change in his demeanor. 

Maybe it’s because he’s around so many other elementals? He’s told me plenty about how magic feeds off magic, people are naturally drawn to magic, all that jazz…

“I don’t suppose you have any fancy spell to make them not expressive, do you?” I ask, shoving that thought away. Focus, lady, we’ve gotta think of an alibi. 

“Not that I can think of, no.”

I huff, letting it go. Immediately dropping that focus. “I’ll figure it out later.”

“Oh my gosh!” a spectral, androgynous voice calls from nearby. Magnus beams at someone behind me, and when I turn, the shadow person dressed like Haley is completely fawning over me, oh wow. “Rasmo, you sly duggy, who is this little elf you have here?!” Their eyes are practically sparkling as they inspect me, crouching for a closer look.

He pulls me close, and I melt into the familiar touch, grinning up at him as he introduces me to them. They’re very excited to find out I’m his soul mate, and I learn soon that while those aren’t very relevant to shadow people, this one in particular does enjoy a good love story. 

After some prompting from them, Magnus bullshits his way through how we met, making up a tale of childhood friendship, and the spirits bringing us together again and blah, blah, blah.

I make sure to ask him in his head at one point if shadow people know how unlikely it is for an elf to be a time-partner to another elf, in case he forgot about that in his excitement to… show me off, so to speak. He’s got it covered, though — they don’t tend to know much about traditions outside of their own. If they do ask — fuck it, we’re that rare one in a million now.

In short, we’re fine and dandy.

The next hour or so follows the same formula:

A shadow person who knows Magnus comes up to us, gets all excited to see him with someone new, and I sit there and take a bunch of compliments while trying not to hide behind Magnus from the overwhelm of being perceived by so many. Then, I do my best to keep up as they catch up with one another. Apparently it’s very rare Magnus meets up with most of these people.

It’s… a lot.

I did enjoy this for a little in the beginning, because obviously I’m going to have a blast interacting with a whole new species and learning about a new culture up close. This shit is fascinating! But in the end, it’s no different for me mentally than talking to this many human people.

I can only handle so much.

After plenty of socializing, browsing the wares of the merchant (who calls themself The Hat Mouse, oh my god!), and trying a few rounds of Pin the Nose on the Goblin, we finally find ourselves with some downtime, so we sit near the “pool” and gather our bearings together. 

“This is more tiring than I thought it would be,” I murmur against Magnus’ arm. 

“We can leave if you’d like,” he suggests. “You do have an entire second event to attend, after all.”

“Yeah, that would be nice…” I sigh, closing my eyes and letting the feeling of his large hand rubbing circle on my lower back soothe me. “For what it’s worth, this was still fucking great.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, dearest.” He leans over to kiss my head, then attempts to lean his cheek against it. Our height difference makes it hard, so I give him some space to accommodate that.

It doesn’t work. Now we’re just awkwardly sitting like a foot apart and smooshing our heads together.

As soon as we make eye contact from our awkward angles, I break. “Pfft—“ 

He snorts into my hair, his warm breath fanning my scalp beneath it. 

It’s rare I get to see Magnus so genuinely carefree. He’s always thinking about or working with magic in one way or another. And that’s obviously not a bad thing, but all in all, the arcane as a whole is still within the realm of work for him. It’s been really nice to see him get to simply exist like anyone else today.

I can only hope that at some point he’ll be able to let loose in this same way with the people around the valley, too.

[jakey-beefed-it]

My cat, Frisbee, is dying.

He's been losing weight for a while now. At first it was a good thing, we thought- he was a big chonker of a tubby boy, and we figured switching him from unregulated kibble whenever he felt like it to set meal times of wet food, plus running up and down the stairs of his new house after he moved to Toronto with me, was making a difference. Certainly it did, but he continued to lose weight beyond his goal of 12 pounds, and began vomiting copious amounts of bile every couple of nights.

We took him in to the vet and confirmed he was a little underweight at 10.3 pounds, and with his list of symptoms the vet was hopeful that it was either feline diabetes or hyperthyroidism, both of which are treatable. Unfortunately, his white blood cell count came back outrageously high such that he almost certainly has gastrointestinal lymphoma. Which is apparently not uncommon in middle-aged cats (he's nearly ten).

They could confirm it with an exploratory surgery, but his health is obviously suffering already and there's no guarantee he'd survive the very expensive surgery. Much less the subsequent very expensive chemotherapy which would only buy him another six months to two years, on average.

Even if I had the money for the drastic options, I don't think I'd go for it- just putting the poor guy through all that when he can't understand why we're doing it. But I don't have the money anyway, so it makes it a little easier to accept that the best thing I can do for him now is make him comfortable and happy for as long as I can.

He's got, probably, a few weeks to a few months. Possibly a little more if he responds well to anti-inflammatories and can digest a bit more of his food a bit better. That much we can do for him.

I'm going to spoil him rotten for whatever time we have left. I already spoiled him with constant cuddles and affection and treats, but now instead of an overlarge handful of treats once a day, he's getting it two or three times a day. And mealtimes are off; he meows and runs to his bowl, he gets food. Why not- it will make him happy and it might make him a little stronger. His weight certainly isn't an issue.

He's been a dear friend these past nearly ten years, there for me with his head bonks and trilling purrs and grooming my beard for me like I was a fellow cat in good times and bad. He's the best cat I've ever had, and nothing can ever replace him. But there's nothing left for me to do but to make him as happy and comfortable as I can for as long as I can, until it becomes clear that he's suffering, at which point I can grant him a painless passing with me at his side.

I'm. Not doing well, emotionally, but that's to be expected. I love this little guy more than is remotely reasonable and I'm going to miss him like a vital organ when he's gone. But until then, yeah. He gets spoiled. He deserves it.

Pictured here in better health, a floofy chonker nonpareil.

[trsrina]

SIGNAL Enhypen Jungwon teaser

inspired by twice’s signal

synopsis - you’ve been best friends with jungwon since forever but you’ve also been in love with him since forever as the guy couldn’t take a hint and was being as dense as a brick. how will you melt the stone-cold heart of the aloof boy who seems to only have his attention on his studies?

written in second person pov, childhood friends to lovers, childhood friends au, gender neutral reader, crush au, high school au, fluff, angst warning!! jungwon is kinda a red flag ngl. mentions of food. english is not my first language so i may have made some grammatical mistakes.

“pst…pst…pst…” “what?” “do you have a bandaid?” “no, what the heck.” “cause i scraped my knee falling for you,”

bonk

“ow!” “y/n l/n! last warning before detention!” “sorry miss!”

fire emitted from your eyes as you glared at your beloved lab partner and best friend, jungwon. him wearing a nonchalant expression on his face, no guilt at all for his previous actions.

yang jungwon. who is he exactly?

you could go on and on for eternity talking about the specific boy that might seem like no one special to others but has a special place in your heart.

yang jungwon is a generous person. someone who would spend all his allowance on cat food to feed the stray cats near his home, even when he’s allergic to them.

yang jungwon is a caring person. someone who likes to express his care towards others through actions rather than words. someone who’d do acts of service for his loved ones. someone who’d pay extra attention to people he cared for.

yang jungwon is an intelligent person. someone who’s always first in his grade, surpassing all his peers in academic ability, certain to have a good future.

yang jungwon is an oblivious person. someone who wouldn’t understand anything unless given straightforward instructions and expressions. someone who wouldn’t get hints dropped by the numerous people in his grade who liked him, no surprise that he stayed single till now even with his gorgeous sculpted face.

yang jungwon is a cruel person. someone who doesn’t realise he hurt someone with his blunt personality unless confronted. someone deemed as ‘hard to get along with’ for his aloof nature, most people losing their patience in trying to get to know such a distant person.

yang jungwon is a distant person. someone who feels like as if is millions of miles away even if you’re face to face with him. someone with an ego too big to listen to others, everything goes into one ear and out the other. someone hard to communicate to.

yang jungwon is a person you love. someone you’ve been pining on for years and managed to steal your heart despite his unapproachable facade. someone who you tried so hard to pull closer, only for him to take 3 step backwards every time you pull him 1 step closer. someone you thought you understood the most.

and most importantly, yang jungwon is a person. the one thing you’re thankful for in this messed up world. despite everything, you still love him, even if he totally ignores your romantic advances through out the years. y/n l/n, you, is anything but a quitter. you will attempt to steal his heart until the day he finally finds someone that makes him content. even if it means humiliation and suffering, spitting out the cheesiest pick-up lines for this boy.

“god, y/n l/n, are you out of your mind? this boy has been treating you as only a friend for all these years and you’re still chasing him? meanwhile you’re focusing on your good-for-nothing crush, did you never notice the people who have a crush on you? goddess jang wonyoung has a crush on you, stupid! drop that cat boy and go live with the girl of your dreams!”

“look hanni, the one in my dreams is jungwon. i only have eyes for yang jungwon and yang jungwon only. it’s just, you don’t know him the way i do, you know. it’s different for him, he’s so caring and just so ugh,”

“you call bonking your head with his book every time you say your weird google pick up lines to him and blantantly ignoring you all the time caring? how stupid are you?”

“jungwon isn’t that bad.”

hi hey hello haven’t written in a while i feel like this teaser has nothing to do with the actual fic but enjoy 🤓

[the-invisible-bunny]

“I’ll tell you my deepest, darkest secret,” Johnny said softly.

Peter hesitated. He couldn’t imagine Johnny having any secrets - he was so bright and honest, shining like sunshine. He certainly couldn’t imagine him having any dark secrets. Not like Peter, with his secret identity. But still, he was tempted. The desperate desire to have one single other soul besides himself know the truth. The unshakable certainty that he could trust Johnny. A growing curiosity about what Johnny might consider to be a deep, dark secret. 

Johnny was looking at him, still and hopeful at his silence. “A secret no-one else knows, not even the Four,” Johnny continued, knowing he had a chance.

A secret for a secret.

“Tell me,” Peter said, “and I’ll consider telling you.”

“That’s not fair,” Johnny said. “I have a public identity. If you tell everyone my secret it could ruin everything we’ve built. If you tell me your identity, I probably won’t even know who you are.”

Johnny had a point. Still Peter stalled. “I don’t even know what you consider an equivalent secret,” he said, though he was worried by Johnny’s assertion that it could ruin the Fantastic Four. Had he killed someone? “For all I know, you might be talking about forgetting to feed the inter dimensional cat and blaming it on the Thing.”

Johnny huffed. He looked tense, and Peter knew it was something bigger than that. He was about to relent, when Johnny started talking.

“When we first got our powers, Reed went on and on about how we had to show the world that we were heroes, we were good guys, and that we were just normal people. He and Sue were just a normal couple, in love, planning a wedding, they just had superpowers and fought bad guys. That Ben, underneath his rocky exterior, is still just a guy from Yancy Street - he’s still human. That I was just a normal teenage boy who sometimes struggled with school and dated pretty girls.” He looked Peter dead in the eye. “And all I could think was that I hadn’t managed to tell them yet that I wasn’t… that I was…” he swallowed. “That I was gay.”

Peter processed this. Johnny looked so nervous, so uncertain, and all he knew was that Johnny shouldn’t ever look like that. Johnny should be glowing and sparkling. A radiant sun.

He yanked his mask off without ceremony. It was a fair trade.

“My name’s Peter Parker, I’m from Queens.”

And then they fall in love and bonk. Probably before the bonking Johnny helps protect Peter’s secret identity, and Peter tries to help Johnny publicly date girls/listens to him crushing on guys (before finally realising that the reason he hates the entire charade is because he wants to date Johnny himself, damn it).

Just a sudden idea that came into my head like five minutes ago and I thought I’d get it down. Maybe I’ll expand and write more, maybe not. I’ve got other WIPs that are higher priority.

[exhokai]

heyy if u write for the group iluna from nijisanji en, may i request an dom!aster x gn!reader where the reader is touch starved but aster is streaming so they ends up wearing smth (u can decide) and barges into asters streaming room and sits on his lap and tries to distract him while hes playing some sort of fps game or league and it makes him stop focusing?

AHAHAHA ASTER ARCADIA HEHEHEH

didnt have a photo sorry bookie

this was more of a switchy aster sorry

switch!aster (sub to top), slight grinding, facefucking, deepthroat, nearly getting caught, cum swallowing, enna breaking the 4th walk

a/n: it took me SO so long to work on this im SO sorry

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oh aster dearest aster. aster was playing his silly little games (i didnt know what to put) and actually playing with kyo, enna, and fulgur. well- more like kyo was listening and the others were playing BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT

he was chillin vibing fuckin (hehe fuckin) around when you pop into his room. unnoticed. and wearing his sweater. no pants. just underwear. ya nasty- (gets bonked)

you waddle up to his chair and lay your head on his shoulder. he notices you and gives you a little ‘hello’ expression than whispers ‘im busy’. but you dear reader. dont give a shit. you slide down and get under his arm to than slide onto his lap. hes suprised (FLABBAGASTED) as 1.) you’re wearing his sweater. with only some underwear. thats all 2.) you put your arms around his neck to sit fully on his crotch. moving (purposefully may i add) to get more comfortable. he whispers a hurried “what are you doing?!”

kyo heard it. and so did enna. “yo aster you good?” kyo asked (MY LOVE UHHHGHHHHHVHHGGGG) “o-oh im fine” “are you sure my guy you sound a bit off” goddamnit enna. now your gonna make the narrator haunt you with what aster and the reader are doing-

wait. thats my job hehehe- anyways. fulgur takes notice and says “cmon aster even if theres a cute cat climbing in front of you, we need to win. cmon”

yeah. cat. sure. he looks at you. frustration and anger since he could loose his job. but that doesnt matter that you got food on yo table now does it 🤨. you start moving your hips side to side. slowly. slowly enough so its agonizing for aster. he grips you with one hand. signaling to stop. you dont. you kiss his neck moving down so you slide off his lap. he looks down and gives you a warning look to stop as you pull down his sweats

you pull his dick out of his boxers, fascinated even though you’ve sucked his dick before. you instantly put the head in your mouth as he gasps. you can hear the faint sound of fulgur laughing. “AHAHAHA MY BOY ASTER YOU OKAY?” he starts to speak so you suck on the head hard so it comes more as a strangled “i-im okay!!” hes ashamed as you everyone laughs at him. even chat. “you getting your dick sucked my guy” enna asks. you laugh slightly as you move your head down further on his dick “n-no!! just-“ he cuts himself off as he looks at the chat. sudden anger fills him as one of his hands is taken off of the keyboard and grabs your hair to shove you down his dick. a sound of surprise leaving you

“im fine” he says with sudden composure. he has one hand on the keyboard and one on your head loosing focus yet still playing while you gag so hard on his dick. he moves your head a bit and starts thrusting. quickly and hard as you make gagging noises, surprised at this sudden switch of energy in aster

he gives you a look of “dont move” as he shoves you to the base of his cock. tears well up in your eyes from the suddenness of his thrusting. you grip his thighs so your hands aren’t awkwardly sitting there in your lap. his abuse to your throat is painful yet if feels like your head is reeling from it.

“yo aster what the fuck why are you lacking so much” enna asks. he mutters out a sorry as he lets his hand off your hair and back to the game, letting your head fly around a bit without support.

a few minutes go buy. your throat is sore and his hand is back in your hair. and hes close. he looks down at you, and everyone saw it, his chat starts flying

“HELP IS HE GETTING HIS DICK SUCKED”

“ayo aster why you lookin down like that”

“my guy just looked at his crotch oh nahh 💀”

he panics and makes an excuse “sorry guys i felt something fall. lemme get it” he leans down completely as he pushes his chair back and gets on his hands and knees, still facefucking you. “in close. and you better take it. all”. you oblige. you start crying from the insane speed he has with his hips. god was he always like this? he starts whispering ‘im close im close’ till he presses your face against him. making you take his cum down your throat. he pulls out once hes finished

“dont do that again or it will be worse”

(and enna thinks to herself when she wakes up why she had to open her mouth during that collab. as the haunting image of her coworker fucking someones mouth stays branded because of me lmao)

[euporie-art]

Hellooo there!! I saw your blog description and I am a benbaro shipper who would like to interact with you please! My benbaro obsession has gotten well fed by wonderful artworks and correct thoughts such as yours (thank you!!) recently but I fear my obsession can never be completely sated...

So if you like, feel free to use this ask to express whatever is currently on your mind! Just ramblings or a headcanon or something about benbaro or Barok or Albert separately or TGAA in general that you have thoughts about; this is a free pass to let it out! I'm always curious about how my blorbos look in other people's eyes

OMG HI I have read all of your benbaro fics and they make me fucking AJDJFHWIJFKTOEMTK (a good thing) . I need to get hit by a car. I love them so much

prepare for a whole lot of fucking yap because I am insane about them so much. and I have no job so I kinda just stew them in my brain all day at the moment, among other tgaa pairings and characters

(i honestly very rarely fixate on ships within fandoms. but tgaa gave me 3 pairings I would die for. asoryuu, homumiko, and benbaro. they all make me insane I'm going to eat drywall)

I think about them a lot. I don't even know where to start.

so I'll go w some dumb headcanons. sprinkling in some pretty bad drawings.tbh (please ignore how inconsistent my art style is)

I think some time after tgaa2 he moves back to England and lives with barok, who obviously has more than enough money to spend on him, so Albert grows his hair out again (he has a very stupid hat/helmet thing he wears to protect his hair if he's working on something potentially dangerous)

First off I think Albert had long hair in university. most of the time when people draw him in uni he looks almost identical to his 2-3 design WHICH IS FAIR AND NOT BAD! but I have some thoughts of my own

pray forgive the discourtesy of this looking shit I drew it quite quickly. but. I think he had long hair in university and was a little more particular about his appearance. however i do think he had pretty bad acne in his late teens. the acne was just a hormonal teenager thing and cleared up by his 20s.

After moving abroad I think he cut his hair short because he had less time to look after it, and wanted to put any money he had towards funding his inventions, so he did pretty much the bare minimum when it came to looking after himself (I must clarify I do think that Albert is attractive, this is not me trying to "yassify" him. I have a soft spot for cute nerdy guys I'm dating one but he likes Elden ring instead of science)

because he's pretty much been alone for like. a decade. and basically just spoke in Law Words for half of that. I think barok is very direct and literal with how he speaks so he worries about not seeming "romantic" enough, so to compensate he's very physically affectionate and likes spoiling albert with nice food, gadgets and supplies for his inventions, and new clothes.

I think barok is extremely clingy once he gets used to having Albert around again. he's like a cat he'll just kind of bonk his head into him sometimes and sadly gaze at him until he gets attention. very cuddly and a bit melodramatic. I love characterisations of barok where he's really pathetic tbh. also him being shy is fun I enjoy it greatly

albert on the other hand I actually think he's the more bold/confident one (I hate when barok is portrayed as a dominant bad boy or whatever its so stupid he literally gets shy when his 10 year old niece invites him to dinner). albert talks baroks ear off about anything and everything, humours his clingyness, and drags him outside to have a life beyond his job and engage in whimsy and fun . he's also very verbally affectionate I think. he makes sure to try and help barok feel less alone, because I think he has lingering guilt for not being there during the professor bullshit and klints death. it may have been after he left England for Germany, and he didn't even know when it was happening, but i think he has a lingering, irrational guilt for not being there for barok at his worst hour

ALSO a lot of the time I see people drawing Albert talking a lot about science shit w barok listening happily, but I also think it goes the other way too! I think barok will rant about wine pairings and different types of grapes n shit. Albert stares at him lovestruck and adoringly the whole time. he has no idea what a pinot noir is (neither do I, I don't drink)

final thing or I will be here all fucking day: my boyfriend and I came up with a headcanon that barok has a really pathetic looking Italian greyhound named petunia, he likes dressing her up in little outfits. I think when albert starts living with him he starts calling petunia their daughter, and has the ability to make the exact same sad and pathetic expression as the dog

jk tiny bonus: I have a very dumb "100 years on" au stewing in my brain where everything is set in the 1980s and 1990s instead of 1880s and 1890s. in the 80s section, when barok and Albert are in university together, barok is a sulky and mopey trad goth and they listen to The Cure together. albert dresses normal and listens to talking heads i think. this is stupidly self indulgent because I like 80s fashion and clothing. I have not even thought about the 90s section because I don't want to 😊 (I HATE 90S FASHION.)

[torra-and-the-toons]

Not meant in a fetishy way, but I feel like Numbuh 1 is the kind of kid who, if you tickle him, will either laugh but hate it or it'll just trigger his touch-starvation and he'll secretly kinda enjoy it.

I think I'm more inclined to the touch-starved Nigel headcanon tho.

I was actually literally thinking about this earlier today, not this exact scenario but like

I also really enjoy the thought of touch-starved Nigel. Like, the others think he's not really a touchy guy so they avoid it, but secretly he loves those little gestures. Someone touching his shoulder to alert him to his presence, when someone grabs him by the hand to lead him somewhere, Someone putting their hand on his back to comfort him etc. And he really does love hugs, even if he pretends he doesn't. He's got a tough leader persona to upkeep, but gosh darn it if he doesn't absolutely MELT when someone hugs him.

I've been thinking about it a lot in piecing together my modern au story when he's older too, not necessarily in a naughty sense, but he spends so much time away from his friends, for ten years he doesn't get any of that. He has strange people hooking him up to oxygen tubes, injecting him with needles to give him hydration, attaching monitoring devices to him, there's no love behind those gestures. Whenever he finally gets a hug from his friends upon his return, he's turned into putty and he doesn't want them to ever let go.

I also lowkey imagine him being kinda like a cat where he'll want attention, but he doesn't want to ask for it, so he just casually walks up to someone and bonks his head into their shoulder, hoping they'll reciprocate.

[underworld-park-offical]

TOLKIEN: Yeah, but Tweek

TOLKIEN: Not to be a total dickhead or anything

TOLKIEN: But….

TOLKIEN: I'm starting to think Craig was right

TOLKIEN: And that's not something I say too often.

TWEEK: What- 

TWEEK: But-

TWEEK: You CAN'T be serious!!!

TWEEK: I'M NOT A DEMON!!

CLYDE: I dunno, your shoes are kinda raggedy…

TWEEK: WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN????????????

CLYDE: You built like a baked bean….

TOLKIEN: Oh god, is being chronically online a disease?

TOLKIEN: Should I contact my family and tell them I love them before I get infected?

TWEEK: SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

TWEEK: I'M NOT A DEMON YOU GUYS I PROMISE

CRAIG: Like and subscribe! Like and subscribe! Like and subscribe! Like and subscribe! Like and subscribe! Like and subscribe! Like and subscribe! Like and subscribe!

CLYDE: Guys, Craigs back to normal

CLYDE: Kinda….?

CRAIG: I've made a severe and continuous lapse in my judgment I've made a severe and continuous lapse in my judgment I've made a severe and continuous lapse in my judgment I've made a severe and continuous lapse in my judgment I've made a severe and continuous lapse in my judgment I've made a severe and continuous lapse in my judgment

CLYDE: Wait no

CLYDE: No no he's broken again

CRAIG: Toxic gossip train Toxic gossip train Toxic gossip train Toxic gossip train Toxic gossip train Toxic gossip train Toxic gossip train Toxic gossip train Toxic gossip train Toxic gossip train

CLYDE: Tweek can you like

CLYDE: Bonk him on the head or something?

CLYDE: That worked the last time

TWEEK: I don't think I wanna touch him

CRAIG: Grab the knife Grab the knife Grab the knife Grab the knife Grab the knife Grab the knife Grab the knife Grab the knife Grab the knife

TWEEK: Yeah no I definitely don't wanna touch him

TOLKIEN: Good call

TOLKIEN: I’M 95% certain cringe is contagious

TWEEK: Oh god…

TOLKIEN: Lets just ignore…. whatever's happening there

CLYDE: I'm game

CRAIG: Fuck…

CRAIG: Guys, I'm not glitching or being cringe!

CRAIG: I think, fuck

CRAIG: I think Shane Dawson is…

CRAIG: I didn't fuck my cat… shit, I've only ever groomed my two persian…

TOLKIEN: What?

CRAIG: I never put my dick… anywhere near…!

CRAIG: FUCK, GUYS GET IT OUT!!!

CRAIG: THE VOICES!!! THE VOICES ARE GROWING LOUDER!!!

TOLKIEN: What do you mean??? What voices???

CLYDE: I think the internet supercharged into his brain!

CLYDE: I think we need to get him a surgeon!!

???: Oh sorry, I was catching up on the drama

???: Old history and such

CRAIG: I AM A SURGEON  I AM A SURGEON  I AM A SURGEON  I AM A SURGEON  I AM A SURGEON  I AM A SURGEON  I AM A SURGEON  I AM A SURGEON

TWEEK: Stop referencing memes!! You're making it worse!!

(EDITS AND SILLIES MADE BY @pissblanket I made the I JUST DID YOUR MOTHER image tho, pookie just edited it over top <3)

[walkingweirdmageddon]

@0sbrain where do i turn in my homework also i wrote this in exactly 27 minutes

It’s a lovely morning in the RED base, and I’m the best freaking Scout ever. 

Which is why I’m totally getting away after accidentally spilling BONK! on Sasha, cause there is no way, absolutely no freaking way that fatty is gonna catch me.

Unless, you know, I accidentally crash into Medic and his steaming mug of morning coffee. C’mon, it’s not like it’s my fault. Happens all the freaking time.

And now I’m sandwiched between them.

Aw, this is gonna suck.

---

Behind every evil gay person is an eviler, gayer person. Except you can’t actually see the extra-evil-and-gay person cause the average evil-and-gay person takes up half the medbay. Oh, and they’re fighting for some reason. Does this mean I’m not gonna get another lion pancreas? I have, like, five of those right now. Wait, no, six, from the time I knocked over his beer. Yeah, I think I got an extra liver too that time.

“And what did you mean by that?” Medic hissed. Like, literally, with his teeth together. Man, this is not gonna end well for big guy.

“I said, what doesn’t kill me make me stronger. No other meaning.” Heavy’s hand was clenching Sasha so hard the freaking handle’s gonna come off. And he yells at people for touching his gun. And birds. They wouldn’t talk to each other for a week after Archimedes pooped on the barrel.

“And what about the next sentence?” Doc’s voice suddenly goes real calm. I’ve been yelled at by all kinds of people enough times that I knew crap was gonna hit the fan real hard if you don’t say the right words. “‘So far you have not killed me yet’, you said?”

Heavy paused for a moment like he was thinking real hard in that lil’ head of his. Yeah, right.

“Is true I have not died yet, because of you. You have made me stronger than all the baby men. No other meaning, I swear.”

You know what? For the first freaking time, someone might be just as good as me at something. That last sentence is art, y’ hear me? Takes freaking poetry training or something to do that. 

You could see Doc’s eyebrows soften from across the base.

“My mama always wanted me to have doctor as boyfriend,” Heavy continued. “But now I do not want to have you as boyfriend.” He let go of Sasha and went to Medic. Medic did the funny little thing where he sorta bristled like a cat when Heavy put his arms around his waist. Or palms, whatever. He’s got big hands.

“I want you as my husband-”

“All right, can I go now? You think I wanna see you two stuffing your dick up each other's-”

---

“…Medic.”

wow this is shit

[kyinpeachichu]

Lyney and Lynette headcanons and imagines because I am head over heels and obsessed with them rn-

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Teeny tiny note: I will be writing dynamics and mostly on Lynette being a cat girl and how these two live together.

If anything sounds too 'shippy' just tell me and I'll remove it. That or you interpret it wrongly and don't know what it's like to actually love your sibling. (I have a sibling)(I actually do love her...)

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I still don't get how Lyney is human and Lynette a cat girl but genetics are weird I guess.

Then again Lyney still has his own little connection to cats so maybe it just runs in the family.

Whenever Lyney is sick, Lynette handles the situation calmly enough. She goes to get medicine and takes care of him whenever she can. She acts like she isn't worried but Lyney can see right through her.

She actually cares alot. One time, Lyney woke up to see her crying on his bedside.

Whenever Lynette is sick.... Lyney is ready to make SACRIFICES.

Cancel every show, spend any amount to get her the best medicine, send her to the hospital-! (That is until Lynette insists that this can be treated at home)

Is secretly panicking. But whenever he sees that she's getting better, it always makes him immensely happy.

Yes they can spend time away from each other but they have severe separation anxiety.

As a cat girl respectively, Lynette will have heat cycles every now and then.

Lyney is always eager to help with this. Whether it's by giving her herbs and tea to help calm her down, or give her as much privacy as she needs. Always checks in on her, never judges. Gives her hugs if she ever needs them, and maybe a kiss on the forehead when he's really worried about her.

Whenever the other has nightmares or has trouble sleeping, they're welcome in each other's rooms.

Lyney knows not to touch Lynette's kitty features. But whenever he does do it on purpose, it's always in a teasing fashion.

They are cute. They are popular, as such they earn themselves a good bout of admirers here and there.

Whenever a guy tries hitting on Lynette Lyney is quick to the rescue. That is unless he actually sees that Lynette is enjoying the company. Even so he's keeping a very watchful eye.

Whenever Lyney gets hit on... Lynette abandons him. Even when he's asking for her help, what could she do? She just huffs and watches in amusement.

But if she overhears a few girls actually thinking of going out with her brother, she's quick to step up and give them warnings. And proceeds to drive the maidens away if she doesn't think they are worthy.

"you sure about going out with my brother? Y'know, he snores alot."

Lyney is the one who spends their money on clothes for them.

"Look at this dress Lynette! Wouldn't you look adorable in it?" / "Isn't that kinda pricey?" / "No price is too high for my sister to look her best~"

Lynette has to bonk him into not spending too much of their money.

Card games. Card games. Card games.

Occassionaly Lyney would find himself staring at how expressive Lynette's tail is. But he's quick to avert his eyes whenever she might catch him looking.

They do each other's make up.

[alloutofgoddesses]

S08E04 - No Place Like Home

- I am so excited

- Happy 100 to Ryan Guzman AND Eddie Diaz

- Oh we’re starting at golf

[more under the cut]

- Well Gerald. You aren’t so.

- Snowflakes

- Uh huh sure bud

- That someone downtown is Ortiz

- Buck? Is gonna tell you who to fire? In what world my guy

- So Buck will definitely ask to be on that list

- House hunting!

- Hmmmmmm

- I don’t like how white it is. Very millennial

- Oh Bobby’s heart eyes are so insane always

- BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

- FUCK YOUUUUUU ORTIZ

- I hate that that’s creepy

- WHOM

- Buck is gonna throw up he hates being liked by Gerald

- Body cams!

- Hello cheerleaders

- Flip!

- Weston’s mom I would die for you

- Oof

- OUCH

- Oh an ass

- Oh right. Buck’s football past

- Tight end oh no Gerald’s reaction isn’t good

- WE ARE BRINGING UP AFGHANISTAN RRAAAAA

- Stretcher fetchers? Tight end? Oh no

- Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow

- I would like to the BTS of this

- Good job Weston

- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

- WES NOT WANTING HIS DAD THERE AND EDDIE BEING RIGHT THERE AND AAAAA

- Go Chim go!!

- EDDIE OMG

- HE HAS TO SAVE THIS KID

- I’m so happy they’re letting him be a medic again I missed this

- You got this Eddie

- I love the way Aisha says ‘aorta’

- The laugh lmao

- Aaaaaa pain

- Just a stab right through the heart

- Oh Eddie

- He is so not okay

- COURT TIME

- Hi Karen!!

- Hello lawyer!!

- Fucking what

- Oh my god

- Oh my god

- Oh my god

- Oh my god

- This fucking bitch

- I’m gonna cry give them their baby back

- Maddie lmao

- Oh noooooo :(

- This is so fucked up

- Not civilised lol

- As he should

- Why not rebuild?

- MICHAELLLLLLL

- The old plans huh

- Oh honey

- She’s a creature of comfort

- Councilwoman Ortiz I hope you explode

- HI MAMA AAAAAAAAA

- She is adorable

- I really wish we knew concrete times for when all these things happened

- God I hate this woman so much

- CALLED IT WE ALL CALLED IT

- She infuriates me

- Killing her with lasers

- Hen and Bobby time!

- Classic Hen move, just not getting out of her car when she’s nervous

- Buck no quitting

- Ew gross icky

- This calling back to season 2 I’m gonna cryyyy

- Bobert.

- Scream

- Hello Dr Craig

- Pit bull. Sure.

- Bing.

- Oh my

- Carl.

- Oh sweetie. We don’t own big cats.

- Tranq gun!

- Like an onion. Or an ogre.

- Ope

- Gerald.

- Bonk

- Sleepytime

- why does this apartment look kind of like Abby’s

- Hey Brad

- Gerald. Welcome to TV

- lol

- His sister. Sure

- Brian Thompson I love you, you’re acting is very good

- Oh so this is what Gerrard should be doing

- BOBBY NASH YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS

- Hi Eddie

- Alsjdksjgaishsha

- I am going to lie face down on the ground until the sun rises

- THAT’S ABUSE OF POWER

- Oh nooooooooooooooo

- Oh nooooooooooo

- I despise this

- Evil evil evil evil

- And also so many of this saw this coming

- We KNEW they were gonna break up the 118

- They are staring DAGGERS at her

- I hope you keel over Ortiz

- OH HELL YEAH GET HER ASS

- MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

- GERRARD WAS IN ON IT!!!!!!

- SLAY?

- HECK YEAH

- I love them

- Eddieeeeeeeeeee

- Look at HIM omg waaaaaa

- Also he looks great in that hoodie

- WELCOME HOME MARA

- Let’s build something new!!

- AND BOBBY IS BACK TOO

- Hugs!

- Bye Ortiz

- I believe I said it above

- It’s his perfect job

- And next ep is the Halloween ep I’m so excited

- OH THE WILSON FAMILY COSTUMES

- OH MY FUCKING GOD

- EDDIE’S COSTUME I-

- Pumpkin head

- DENNY?!?!