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A Misdemeanor Of the Heart: Chapter 32 (human Alastor x Married Reader)

CW: Fingering, nudity, consent is sexy

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You and Alastor walked down the boardwalk, fingers woven together as your hands swung between you. The stars glittered above while the waves softly caressed the sandy beach. The moon was as bright as the eyes of young lovers to every person they passed, though few were out at the late hour. 

You chewed your lip as you listened to Alastor’s stories of his boyhood and the love of his mother while you kept stealing glances down at the hand holding yours. It was the very same hand that had coaxed you to indecency in a very public place. 

“And then the moon was green,” Alastor said, his words filtering through your brain, a relaxing sound that didn’t process in any meaningful way. “We rode horses to the castle.” 

“What?” Your eyes snapped to his. It was very clear that he had caught you listening but not absorbing his words. “I’m sorry, Alastor. I-” 

He turned to face you, snagging up your hands in his as he pulled you through a few simple dance steps, though there was no music to match it. Your eyes glanced down at the bite mark on his neck, clearly standing out from his open collar. 

There was no hiding what it was, and it had earned the pair of you looks as you walked through the throngs of people. Everyone knew what it was and from the smudge of pink still on his neck and the way he held onto your hand, they knew it was you who placed it there. 

As promised, he wore it with pride. He could have buttoned up his collar, put his bowtie on. You knew he had it stashed in his pocket. It wouldn’t be enough to cover it, hide it during the day, but with the long shadows of night, it would probably be alright. 

He didn’t try at all to hide it. 

“You seem distracted,” Alastor said as he danced you down the path, slowly leading you to your home for the weekend. You wanted it to be your home forever. It was a place where it was just you and Alastor, no one else. “Your mind on something else?” 

“Oh, I- I’ve just had my head in the clouds,” 

Alastor chuckled as he continued to dance. “The clouds? Perhaps I’m imagining your eyes on my neck where your mark seems to be clear as day.” 

“I didn’t mean to, I’m-” 

Alastor continued talking over you as he twirled you around, picking you up at times and swinging your legs through the air. “There will be no doubt to anyone that I’ve got a girl to call me hers.” 

It was such a unique way to word it. You’d often heard men speak about their partners, spouses, wives in ways that hinted at ownership and possession. Hearing him speak as if you could possess him, hold him in the palms of your hands, gave that power to you. 

“You’re mine?” you whispered, not meaning to say it. 

“I am,” Alastor said, leaning down and kissing you softly. “Yours. Only yours.”

“I wish I was only yours.” You hated the crack in your soft voice as you kept your eyes on him, trusting him to move you through the world safely. 

“You are,” Alastor whispered between kisses, “He just doesn’t know you’re not his anymore, yet.” 

Your back hit a light pole, not hard but sudden enough that you gasped. He pressed up against you, lips ghosting over your neck as he kissed his way to your ear. 

“Alastor?” 

“You’re not his anymore, not really.” His fingers gripped your hips as he kissed you deeply, leaving you gulping for air as he pulled away. “I can’t wait for the day when you’re no longer his.” 

“Do you ever think it’ll really happen?” you asked as he rested his forehead against yours. 

“I do,” Alastor whispered. “I will not allow him to hurt you for the rest of your life. But that’s enough of him for tonight.” 

“What do you- oh,” Alastor’s lips moved along your jaw until he captured your earlobe between his lips. He ran his teeth over the soft flesh, reveling in the way you gasped and moved against him. 

“You think I didn’t notice how you keep looking at my neck?” He pulled away, tucking your arm under his as he began leading you down the walkway toward the Villa in the distance. He spoke as if it was the most conversational topic in the world, leaning into your ear to ensure you heard every soft word he said. 

“Do you enjoy the thought of me walking around wearing a mark left by you while you were in the heights of passion?” Alastor didn’t wait for you to answer, knowing you’d struggle to form a sentence if he kept such thoughts at the forefront of your mind. 

He knew he should let you rest, let your emotions rest with how much he had already pulled from you this weekend, but he couldn’t help wanting to touch you again. The sounds you made, the way you flushed as you came undone, it was addicting. 

He longed for it almost as much as he longed for the hunt. It sounded so sweet in his ears, tasted rich on his tongue. If he could just have you, maybe he could put down his hobby. Maybe he wouldn’t need the thrill of the hunt if he had you to come home to.

It wasn’t likely. He knew that. It was love talking, singing its song in his ears, but for a moment he believed it. 

It didn’t change how badly he wanted to see you, feel you come undone. Holding himself back, trying to give your body time to recover from each wave of pleasure, was driving him mad. 

He hadn’t expected the feeling of your teeth sinking into his flesh to pull such a reaction from him. It hurt, sure, but not nearly enough to stop the shiver that ran down his spine or the need that sparked in his abdomen. 

“I saw how you watched me lick the sugar from my fingers. What were you thinking of at that moment? Was that why you were already slick with want before my hands were even on you?” 

You were crumbling now, and for Alastor, it was a delight to watch. It was adorable how you kept your eyes trained forward, not daring to look at him. He didn’t need your eyes on him to tell him how he was working you up again. The flush on your face, shallow breaths and the way you kept wetting your lips with that pretty tongue of yours told him all he needed to know. 

Alastor unlocked the door as you stood stiffly by his side. As soon as he closed the door behind him, he wrapped you up in his arms. 

“I’m sorry for teasing you so much,” Alastor whispered before kissing you deeply, not waiting to hear if he had caused offense. The way your arms wrapped around his neck, body stretching up in a adorable attempt to match his height, told him that if he did, you were aroused enough to forgive him for it. 

“You fluster me so,” you whisper as you came up for air. “I’m not used to such brazen attention.” 

“It’s only fair. You fluster me.” Alastor said, pulling the cord to light the lamp by the door. 

“I can’t imagine anyone flustering you,” you breathed the worlds, head tilted back as Alastor kissed along your throat. 

He was fighting the urge to do more than lick the skin. He could wear your marks and would, with pride, but he couldn’t leave any on you. What would it feel like to sink his teeth into your shoulder? To pull the muscle into his mouth and feel it flex as you writhed under him. 

Feeling a stirring, he slowed his thoughts, focusing on you. Your pleasure was what mattered, what he was chasing. He didn’t need to deal with his own body’s traitorous responses, so he willed his heart rate to slow. 

This was about you. Your pleasure. Your needs. He was on a mission to erase every memory of your husband’s brutal hands during this weekend. He would see to it that you struggled to even remember the name of the man you were married to. 

It was the least he could do. It was all he could do at the moment, at least. 

“You fluster me more than you know.” Alastor walked you deeper into the room, nimble fingers working the buttons free at the front of your dress. 

He didn’t need you bare, naked to see to your needs, but he wanted you to be. Your body was something he wished to gaze upon. This was the last night he had where he could hold you, bare skin against his chest as he watched you sleep in the safety of his arms. 

He wanted to map out every blemish and mark along your skin. He wanted the memorize the way you sighed in your sleep, the way your lips would part. The way you felt tucked into his arms was something he needed to learn so that he could spend his nights thinking about it, haunted by it.

With a brush of his hands, your dress slipped down, cascading to the floor. You nearly tripped over it while stepping back. His lips found yours again as he worked his way to the couch, tugging your half slip down lower and lower off your hips until it too fell to the ground. 

“Alastor,” you moaned his name as you worked at his buttons, wanting to feel him under your hands again. He wanted to hear you moan his name again. 

“Mine,” he mumbled into your shoulder as he pulled you down onto the couch with him. 

“Yours,” you gasped as his hands roamed over your body, caressing your ribs and back as he moved you to lie back.

Long fingers slipped under the back of your bra. “May I?” 

Your heart beat in your chest. This would be the night, you were sure of it, that Alastor would take you as a man takes a wife. You would feel what it was to lie with him in sin. It should have sent you running, but instead all it did was have you panting, eager to experience what it could be like, though it would be a lie if you said you were not a little afraid of the pain that would come with it.

“Yes,” you finally answered. 

He unlatched the band easily, scooping the straps off your shoulders. As the silk bra fell to the ground in front of the couch, you folded your arms over your chest. 

“Don’t hide from me,” Alastor said as he pulled your hands away by the wrists. You didn’t fight it, but you couldn’t bear looking at him as he looked at you. “You’re okay,” he kissed you softly. “I won’t do anything to hurt you.” 

Alastor chuckled as you relaxed. He peppered the ridge of your clavicle with soft kisses. Your back arched, pressing your front into him as he guided your body back against the couch. A blush dusted your cheeks as he pulled back. Ever the timid thing, you wouldn’t meet his eyes. 

The position was much like the one he had sat in, seemingly forever ago when he had first tested the waters of physical intimacy with you, only reversed. He had first touched you and showed you the pleasure you had been denied for so long that night. 

He folded over you as his lips worked down your chest. You wanted to cover yourself, but your hands rested on his arms as his lips explored the skin he had yet to touch. 

Warm breath washed over your nipple as you looked at the ceiling. That didn’t bother Alastor in the slightest as he warped his lips around the pebbled nub, enclosing it in an open-mouthed kiss. 

You struggled to think as he worked your nipple in a series of lavishing kisses that left you thinking about how he had worked your slit with his mouth the night before. The moan that slipped from your lips could have come from the memory or the way he caressed your other breast. Before you could decide which, he started kissing down your stomach. 

“Can these go too?” Alastor asked, running his fingers over the edge of your panties. 

“Okay.” 

You lifted your hips as his fingers worked under the hem of the last remaining fabric protecting any bit of your modesty. It wasn’t like they were protecting anything he hadn’t seen already. That ship had sailed. 

Alastor guided the garment down your legs and sent it to the floor. Strong hands ran up your legs as you finally braved looking at him. The sight he made stole what little breath you still had from your lungs. 

His hair was messy, the humidity from the ocean was waging a battle with the curls he had worked so hard to straighten. You wanted to run your hands through it, but if you moved, you were sure you’d wake from the dream you had to be in. 

He knelt, calfs between your ankles as he leaned forward, between your knees. His shirt was hanging open, not nearly open enough for your liking. You wanted him as bare as you. 

“You’re magnificent,” he whispered, voice so naked and him, as it had been so often since you had arrived at the little coastal town. His eyes were dragging over every part of you. “Did you know that?”

You didn’t know if you believed it, too many times had you been told your curves were too much or not in the right places. The way Alastor looked at you, the nakedness in his voice and the warmth in his eyes dared you to believe it. The soothing touch running up your legs as he parted your knees more dared you to challenge him on it. 

“Will you let me indulge in you again tonight?” Alastor asked as he blanketed over you, supporting himself with a hand placed on the back of the couch near your head while he ran his other hand slowly up your thigh, fingertips tracing patterns. “Or would that be too much for you tonight?”

Reaching out, you ran your hand up his chest. Strong muscles flexed under your hand, but what drew your attention was the way his heart hammered in his chest. With every move he made, you could feel his muscles jump as you ran hands over him, pulling at his shirt and fighting with buttons until it was hanging open. He was so hot under your hands as you tried to take in all of him. The heat of his body soaked into you as your breasts brushed against his chest. 

Feeling bold, you leaned up and placed soft kisses along his neck. You could just feel the start of stubble as you worked your way to his jaw, wrapping your arms around his back, under his shirt to help pull you closer and support your weight. As you went, he shifted and turned his head, allowing your lips to travel as you wished. 

Ghosting touches traveled down, feeling every flex and twitch of his abdomen and back. His shirt ghosted against your breasts as he gave you room to move, teasing her nipples with the ever so slight touches. 

“Please?” You whispered as your fingers ghosted over his belt buckle. Bold, he was making you feel safer, bolder. You wanted more. It didn’t matter if it hurt as long as it was with him. “Is it mad that I want you to keep touching me? Is it wrong?” Your tongue darted out as you placed a wet kiss against the marks left by your teeth on his neck. 

Alastor groaned as his hand stroked a path of fire down your inner thigh. He looked so good with his eyes closed, face flushed ever so slightly. Did you look good to him as you had your head tossed back in pleasure? Is that why he kept touching you?

As his fingers caressed over your slit, you found it hard to support the weight of your head. Positions flipped and now it was Alastor’s mouth working over your neck. 

“You’re so wet for me already,” he whispered, “slick spread over your lips just waiting for me to delve in. How do you want me to make you fall apart tonight?” 

Alastor’s fingers easily slipped through your folds, lewdly wet and waiting for him. The way you gasped had him closing his eyes again, trying to keep his mind on you and your pleasure and willing his body not to awaken. He counted his breaths, teaching each slowly into his lungs as you shuddered under him. 

He wasn’t expecting to find himself twitching, trying to come to life, but it seemed he was still being influenced by the way you had sunk your teeth into his neck still. It was unexpected, but that was to be examined later. Now was about you, having you writhing in pleasure under him as you panted his name. 

“You,” you whispered, face aflame as his fingers sank deeper, easily finding and breaching your opening, stretching you two wide from the start. 

“You have me, my darling.” 

Gasping, your back arched as his fingers spread you wide. You were more relaxed under his touch this time, Alastor was pleased to find. He knew it was pushing things for you to take two at once from the very start, but oh; you were far more ready for him tonight. You squelched around his fingers as your back arched. 

“Alastor,” you whined as his fingers flexed and curled inside you, caressing walls he had no right to touch. Sensations and pleasure had your head spinning with each flex of his fingers. All you could do was hold on to Alastor’s arm and try to ground yourself. What shame you had was dissolving with each time you whined his name. 

“You look so good like this,” Alastor praised, leaning forward and down, kissing you soundly. After he swallowed enough of your sounds, he pulled back and continued, “Just for me.” 

“Just you,” you repeated as he pulled you closer to the cliff, not really aware of what you were saying. “Only you.”

You ran your hands over skin until Alastor trapped one in the hand he was using to support himself. You did your best to take in the feel of him, moaning deeply as a third finger entered you, spreading you wider. 

“You take my fingers so well,” Alastor murmured as you panted, arching and twitching under him. Your desire poured from around his fingers. His name sounded like music when you panted it.

He couldn’t help but marvel at the way he enjoyed bringing you to the edge, only to hold you there for as long as he could, feeling your walls fluttering around his hand. Drawing it out wasn’t something he usually sought to do. With you, he didn’t want the moment to end. 

Typically, Alastor would see to it his partner finished once, perhaps a second time, if he was feeling generous and send her on her way. If he was lucky, he could keep himself to just hands and mouths and get the job done quickly. 

With you though? He had to breathe through the way your walls gripped his fingers, struggling to keep himself in check as he tested how long he could hold you there. He longed to kiss you, to taste you, to feel you around him. 

Why was it different with you? Alastor watched as your lips parted, eyes squeezing shut as you fluttered faster around his fingers when he reached deeper. You squelched, loud and lewd, as he worked his fingers in and out, faster, harder. 

Kissing you hadn’t been his intention, but somehow he was leaning closer, arm twitching as he continued to support his weight to allow him room to move. He kneed your legs further apart and now you were so lost in the pleasure he gave that they spread easily, allowing him to better run the palm of his hand over your clit. 

You ran your free hand around his neck and down his shoulder before you were greedily taking in his chest. Strong. He was so strong. Clear defined muscles he kept hidden under his shirts and blazers. How he could be so strong and so lean, you didn’t know. 

Kissing sloppily down his jaw, your lips found his neck. You were so close now to that breaking fall that he seemed to keep sending you over. 

“Please, Al-Alastor,” your lips moved against his throat as he seemed to stretch over you, chin up and head pulled back as he worked. Your fingers ran down his abdominals and along the hem of his pants. You could feel the tufts of hair, ever so slight and reaching toward his navel. 

You kissed his neck as you reached, fingers caressing his belt buckle. The place you had bitten on his neck was easy enough to find. The marks left by your teeth were raised under your lips. Temptation won out, and you left open-mouthed kisses that had you running your teeth over the place. 

“Oh!” Alastor jerked as his fingers twisted up, hitting something that had you seeing stars and convulsing under him. “Come for me,” Alastor urged, as if you were not already falling. 

Your fingers flexed, digging into the palm of the hand he had restrained. What Alastor wasn’t prepared for was the way your fingers flexed and twitched along his pants, dipping between his abdomen and the fabric. 

Aftershocks rocked your body as he pulled away from you, pulling his hips out of your reach. He sat back, fingers slipping from your twitching hole as he looked down at you and willed his body to calm only somewhat successfully.

You sat up, satiated, and yet still wanting in a way you couldn’t explain while you watched him lick his fingers clean. Wasting no time, you ran your hands up his chest and pulled his shirt down, letting it hang around his elbows. 

He watched you, lewdly running his tongue over his slick fingers and groaning at the taste of you. Focused on his breathing as you slid your very naked body against his chest. 

You moaned at the feeling of his skin against your overheated torso. What you were doing, you didn’t know. It was like something had possessed your body, instinct or a demon, you didn’t know as you pressed your breasts into him.

He was strong under your hands as they ran down his chest, back and sides. Lips worked over his neck as you tried to get a reaction from the man that was currently largely frozen in place, eyes closed and taking slow breaths. 

“Have you not had enough?” Alastor asked as he pulled away only for you to follow. 

“No,” you whispered, as your hand moved lower, caressing, until you pulled the end of his belt from the loops. “Have you really?” 

“Wait,” Alastor’s voice was naked, shattered as he grabbed your hands. “Stop.” 

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[yuechihua]

hi gamers. today i will be rating all of ruggie's ssr cards that have officially been released on the eng server <3 the rest is under the cut for length!

starting off strong, we have his dorm ssr! this is a classic, and the first ruggie ssr ever released. i like his smug, cheeky expression and the glimpse of his little fangs. he looks like he just stole something and now he's holding it against you as he taunts you from a slightly elevated position.

rating: 7/10 for being solid and the first ever ssr

next, we have his vargas camp card! his outfit has proven controversial to some; to me, it's so ugly it veers around to being cute. i don't believe ruggie has the ability to dress himself smartly, nor does he care that much about doing so unless he needs to look nice for a job. i can just imagine him snickering as he picks something nice, durable, and expensive for himself as he swipes leona's card. the sweater in particular is excellent, and i know that mushroom is probably mildly poisonous to humans but it's okay, bc i'm immune to all poisons and his attempts to laugh at my discomfort. look at how wide his smile is! <3

rating: 8/10 for fun composition and ruggieisms

ruggie's new year card is so obviously perfect, there's very little i need to say about it. yet i will say more, in order for the world to understand all his charm points. the pompoms holding back his bangs? the little :3 face he makes as he winks? and the fish pouch, which holds a lucrative stash of stolen coin he pilfered from unwary students? it's absolutely adorable, and needs no further explanation. nrc students should fall to their knees and weep at the ability to glimpse him even once, and ruggie should steal their wallets as they're blinded by their tears and his stunning visage.

rating: 10/10 for capturing ruggie's cuteness

ruggie's spelldrive cards was long awaited, and it does not disappoint. i'm no fan of sports, but it captures a certain sleek, athletic elegance while maintaining his mischievous demeanor. for a change of pace, he looks a bit more confident rather than just smug. the googles holding his bangs back gives him a very handsome grace, and i’m a big fan of him having different hairstyles in his cards. the relaxed posture and balance he exhibits is also key to his charm.

rating: 10/10 for obvious reasons

i will have less to say about the birthday cards bc they all follow a similar format, but in general, i think ruggie looks good in black, and i like his smile! the posture is also very cheeky and very boyish. good for him! i hope he gets lots of presents! i also like the more detailed motifs surrounding him, showcasing items that are important to him as a character.

rating: 8/10 for solid ruggie work

for ruggie's second birthday card, i have to say i enjoy the outfit a lot more. i like his smart little bowtie, and the way he flaunts his fancy birthday boy outfit. look at him go! another year has passed, and he's as confident as ever! i think this captures the motion and energy that i associate with him!

rating: 9/10 for being my favorite bday outfit

for ruggie's third birthday card, i like how the birthday outfits attempt to capture a more whimsical, magical academy air. he looks so proud, and i think the outfit suits him very well! i also appreciate flower symbolism in his bouquet as someone who loves flowers and flower symbolism.

rating: 8/10 for that arcane academy flair

[thedivineflowers]

HII!! My first time requesting so I feel a little silly, I love your works and as a former middle schooler I love thinking of these silly dudes as my brothers and I can imagine it really well through your writing and your humor is just like mine! In your parental terms fic I read Azul offer us a job at Mostro lounge and I honestly wanna know the daily activities and goofiness that happens on our work shifts😭 feel free to decline this I can’t wait for you deuces mom fic!<3��

Ofc ofc and I won't decline this masterpiece bb.

School night:

Clocking in at work:

When you clock in at work you gotta be early and then go to Azul's VIP room so you can tell him about the bitch who stole your test answers and eat your snack.

If you don't clock in at the right time you will be called and texted multiple times and hunted down by the twins who are just as worried about you as Azul.

When you're done with your snack you go change into your work uniform which is the dorm uniform but you have a lounge pin on your bowtie which has a tracker so Azul can keep an eye on you. And you also get your own version of Azul's coat because I know it's cold as fuck in that damn lounge.

Near beginning of shift:

If at any point you have to take a break not even one madol will be taken off your payment no matter how long your break is.

And ofc you goof off and you're allowed to be mean to the customers.

"Hey, I wanted clams not crabs!" A customer shouted at you. "AND I WANTED A SEA PONY, LIFE AINT FAIR." You shouted at the customer and threw a knife and fork on their plate.

You and Floyd are allowed to throw people out of the Lounge and you two mostly throw people out together.

You hold the person by their hands and Floyd holds them by their feet. You start swinging the person towards the opened lounge doors. "One..." You started "Two..." Floyd said "THREE!!" You both shouted at the same time and threw the ex customer out and closed the door with a satisfied sigh.

And sometimes if you can or want to Azul would host shows for you to entertain the audience and get more Madol 😈😈😈. And to make the school fear you. 🧍‍♂️

Middle of shift:

At this time you get a thirty minute break. You mostly get your breaks with the twins so they mostly take you to go feed the sea animals and try to help you with your homework if you have any. Or if you have nothing to do you go bother the other workers and scare them. More than half of them bitches are scared of your feral ass so you just gotta do some oogly boogly shit and theyll be saying sorry.

When your break ends you have to go back to work. But you are left in charge of the lounge when Jade and Floyd have to go observe a deal with Azul. So you mostly have customers complain to you while the twins are away and you get this time to mess with them if it's something stupid.

And most of the time is stuff about how they did not like the food when they just wanted to not pay for their food. They say this while they're paying and then demand a whole ass refund so you go into the secret monopoly money stash and give it to them saying it's limited edition madol. 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

And sometimes Azul himself will come in to see how things are doing and will chat with the guests but he's just watching and making sure that you're alright and don't need a break cause dawg you're a fucking kid working a whole ass job trying to get paid more than what Crowley gives you and you got all this stuff to do bro you couldn't even enjoy being a kid anymore when you first met the old ass man😔 😒.

Near the end of the shift:

At this time it's when the lounge starts closing up and people start leaving and this means extra money and coins to snatch 😈😈. You find about 500 madol lying around throughout the lounge and Azul says you can keep it most of the time.

And around this time Azul has you eat your dinner and calm down after working and you change out of your uniform right when the clock hits 9 (idfk so ima take a guess and say nine through ten at night). And when Azul makes sure your homework is completed and correct you'd be allowed to do whatever.

And sometimes it's too late to be walking out by yourself so Azul and the twins have you sleep in your own dorm room over there and if Grims with you he has his own bed and blankets next to yours. (It was demanded that the cat gets a bed by you or else you'd go bat shit around Azul's office. 🧍‍♂️) and you have your own matching pajama set that's similar to Azul so after you're done getting ready for bed you'd go in Azul's office sometimes to keep him company and drag him to his room because his eyebags look this close to being able to hold a whole fucking Walmart.

Weekend:

Clocking in:

It's morning time and you're ass is waking up at fucking 10 in the morning because you slept at 4 and almost pulled an all nighter.

You have to go to Azul's office when you wake up or else Azul will give you the day off to sleep and gaggle around.

And when you finish eating your breakfast and waking up you get to change into your uniform and choose what you want to do, paper work, keeping Azul company, or working with the twins.

You still get paid so 💃.

But sometimes Azul will have you turn into a merfolk by drinking a potion and you get to swim around the aquarium and spook the customers.

Middle of shift:

You get your break and your lunch to eat and it's free because you were able to say hello to Lucious the other day during the animal speech class.

And after that you get to do whatever you want or you could go and observe one of Azul's contract agreements thingies with the twins.

And if they try to like swing at Azul you get to go batshit and drag them outside while Azul cleans up his office for his next contract.

Near end of shift:

This time it's a little later which is 10 at night and you all clean up yiddy yadda but you get more extra change because you performed earlier.

Then you get to change out of your uniform once Azul tells you and you immediately have to take a shower then get ready for bed because you don't know when you're gonna sleep.

And obviously have no homework (🤮🤮 EEWWWWW) so you get stay up worh Azul and the twins watching national geographic, cooking shows, extreme cheapskates, boxing matches or basketball games. One of those. And you all end up sleeping on the couch in your room where the TV is (you're fucking spoiled) and sometimes you all would just sit around and gossip but no one knows what goes on in your room but the lights are always on until morning 😨. So far Floyd has taught you how to give a hug bigger than his 🤗. You've sent three people to the infirmary in less than two hours in school.

You obviously stay over because no one wants to go out that fucking late unless you're getting paid to go and rock someones shit 😒.

YEYEYEYEYEYEYYEY

I LOVE THOS SM JWHWBWJWJWJWM

Anyways I hope you like it. I know i was like kinda late I'm still working on the other ones so def look forward to those 😘😘😘

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

more sound of music x good omens. why not.

Hi, Good Omens Mascot here. The ordinary text is Crowley, the (slightly desperate /ref) italics are Aziraphale, and the bold is both of them. Sigh.

Raindrops on your wings, and starfall on mine Bright copper hair... and warm sushi, divine! Dining at the Ritz and warm picnics in spring... These are a few of our favourite things You in your dresses, our alcohol stashes Your pleading eyes when you flutter your lashes (Oh, Crowley, I don't do that) (Yes you do, angel) A cottage in the country, one day, wedding rings... These are a few of our favourite things Cream-coloured bowties and fussy waistcoats Your little smirk, and your love for those goats (Angel.) (Hush, dear) Long midnight flights with the moon on our wings These are a few of our favourite things When Hell calls, when Heaven's comments sting Or when we're feeling sad We simply remember our favourite things And then we don't feel... so bad.

Maybe when I'm not ill and miserable I'll record these and put them on the cursed Youtube channel. Who knows? Wait and see.

I love you, maggots.

[cricketnationrise]

23:59

Kensington Palace

Alex Claremont-Diaz

have some resolved pining for your Friday afternoon since I got off work early! enjoy 💜🦗

want your own ficlet? 3 days left, rules here

❤️🤍💙❤️🤍💙

Alex nods his thanks to Shaan and slips inside Henry’s rooms. Henry’s been stuck doing event after appearance after fundraiser for the last three weeks and Alex couldn’t take it anymore.

The first week wasn’t so bad – plenty of texting and nightly Skype sessions and a new, secret (extra secure) email chain had been enough. The second week was harder – pining for the feeling of Henry next to him in bed was bad enough, but watching David pine was too much even for the least emotionally demonstrative person in the world. (Zahra had cooed at David when she dropped off Alex’s itinerary. Cooed. Alex didn’t even know she could make that noise.)

By the beginning of the third week, Alex wasn’t sleeping more than a few hours a night, barely remembering to eat, and was generally all kinds of a mess of a person. When he’d broken down and emailed Shaan, the relief in his response confirmed that Henry was having just as hard a time. Alex booked the plane tickets the same minute Shaan said he would help Alex surprise Henry.

Henry’s at some sort of gala fundraiser event for Bea’s charity tonight, and it runs late enough that Alex isn’t worried about getting to his rooms before him, despite his plane’s late night arrival time. Shaan, efficient, wonderful Shaan had met him and the Secret Service at Heathrow with a private car and whisked them away to Kensington as soon as Alex had collected his suitcase.

But now he’s here, in Henry’s suite, the smell of Henry’s cologne wrapping around him like a warm blanket. He stashes his clothes and toiletries, changes into pajamas and then pulls out the copy of Pride and Prejudice that Alex always denies owning, let alone reading. He’s determined to keep himself awake until Henry gets back, and falls into the story, letting Elizabeth’s commentary entertain him.

A gentle hand on his shoulder pulls Alex back into the waking world and he looks up and smiles sleepily at Henry. He looks stupidly handsome in his tux – something about the undone bowtie is really doing it for him.

“Hey, baby.”

“Alex,” Henry breathes, face suffused with wonder. “You’re here? But—”

“Cleared my schedule. Couldn’t stand it any longer. Missed you too much,” Alex murmurs, letting his head tip to the side and rest on Henry’s arm, gazing up at him adoringly. Henry’s here.

“Christ, it’s good to see you. Come to bed, love.”

Alex lets Henry help him up, but draws him into a hug and a gentle, sleepy kiss before shuffling to the bed. For once, Henry just throws his clothes onto the nearby chair and slides under the sheets with Alex as soon as he’s down to his briefs. Alex practically melts when Henry throws an arm over his waist and drags him closer. This – this contact, this comfort, this love – that’s what Alex has been missing the most.

[justicefanged]

"Well now, who is this?" Though he had approached the young man with goodie-bag in hand, the moment Sigurd laid eyes on the puppy he had become distracted, depositing the goodie-bag into Linus's hands to kneel to the dog's level, smooshing the dog's cheeks affectionately. "I had seen that we would be expecting a four-legged friend, but I hadn't expected such a good boy!" 

(The bag is of a plush sapphire velvet with braided gold drawstrings. If he were tempted to peek inside, he would find the festive goodies of the typical Chalphy holiday season: roasted nuts coated in a caramelized warming spice mixture, a hand-pulled twisted peppermint stick, decadent candied orange peel, and a holiday cracker to be pulled later with little knick-knacks within.) 

It took a moment of this for Sigurd to recall that he'd also a human guest to attend to, and he rose, laughing, to clap a warm hand on Linus's shoulder. "Welcome, my friend – we have met before, have we not?" Winking, Sigurd recalled the moments he had seen Linus as a blur during trick-or-treating, when he had barreled to his door and snatched handfuls of candy in truly spectacular fashion. "But now you are not here merely as friend, are you? Or, perhaps you are – you are close with my niece, are you not?"   

Sigurd's eyes flicked across the young man in assessment; built hardy and strong, with large calloused hands. But it wasn't the ability to destroy that made a man; it was the ability to create. 

Sigurd smiled. "I hope that the two of you enjoy the party. Ah! Apologies - " He knelt, rubbing the pooch's ears vigorously, "The three of you!" 

Linus barked out a laugh as the goodie bag is handed off to him, and then he's almost completely forgotten in favor of the puppy that had been padding alongside him. He didn't really mind -- after all, puppy's had this effect on a lot of people -- and it gave him a second to poke around in the bag. He pulled out the peppermint stick with a noise of appreciation and promptly shoved it into his mouth; it really wasn't meant to be eaten in such a way, and was sort of awkwardly placed in his mouth, but all it took were a few well placed crunches and that was all sorted.

Honk is ecstatic to be here and get attention right off the bat! The puppy is quick to scramble closer when Sigurd kneels down, doing his best to slobber over the hands that are squishing at his face. His whole body is being wiggled by the forceful wagging of his tail, the little green and red bowtie that has been incorrectly tied around his neck looks like it'll come loose any second.

"Figured it'd be good to let y'all know 'bout him." A rare instance of foresight on Linus' part. "Think we did -- ya know, bit of a fast an' furious first meetin'," he grinned, "Nice to know that first candy run wasn't a fluke!"

At least some rich folks didn't have a problem with sharing their good food around.

Linus swallows at the question -- ah, minty fuck -- coughing a little. "Definitely more than friends, but I dunno if we're at the...y'know...Goin' at her comfort. Whatever, uh--"

Wow, that was weird and awkward, and more than a little embarrassing.

"'M mostly here for, like...if 'Tena needs a quick exit. I want her to have a good time, if she can. You're her family, yeah? That's...important, even if it's also messy and complicated, and a major fuckin' pain in the ass sometimes," Linus huffed out, stashing his opened goodie bag into one of the pockets of his jacket to keep his hands busy.

He was lucky that his brother was alive, that his sister was here. But there were others that were missing. Blood and chosen family alike. There would be no more gatherings like this. No stupid jokes told over cheap ale. No more songs or stories shared by firelight and dancing shadow on sturdy walls that kept cold winds at bay.

Linus wasn't going to have that sort of connection anymore with those of his family that were gone now. But Altena had a chance. Whether it turned out good or bad, he wanted her to be able to make that choice.

"It's a party, what can go wrong?" Linus tries to recover the utter embarrassing sappiness that had been this greeting so far, forcing out a laugh that was too loud. "I'm sure we'll have a blast!"

Honk, who had been exceptionally disappointed that he was not the focus of attention anymore, had been clumsily dancing around the two men's feet while yapping away. He almost bowled himself over in a rampant return of excitement when Sigurd returned to rub at his ears, oversized puppy paws making uncoordinated attempts to hold on to such good scritches.

[gildead]

@dilfsimulator asked:

" You got everything you need for Pasta Night? " Girlfriend asked, carefully buckling the ghost boy into her passenger seat. Good boys get to ride in the front! " Didn't forget anything? "

Bowtie? Check. 'HI' balloons? Check. Pack of UNO cards stashed away in his hoodie? Check!

Then it's about time to get over to the spookiest monthly get-together there is.

Gold gives his babysitter the biggest nod he can manage, followed by a wide grin. He's not planning on putting down the illusion keeping him relatively intact until after they get there, so for now his sleeves flop on either side of the shotgun seat.

He waits for Girlfriend to climb in before turning to her with one question in mind.

"Can we turn on the radio...?"

[jentrissimo]

Gesthros's Death

It was a day like any other, a normal Thursday. I was tending to the needs of the homeless asking for my blessing to get a bit of shelter. I was doing this for a good 43 minutes until I heard some arguing behind the walls of my throne room. Then gunfire broke out. I didn't bother with looking knowing my men are capable of handling themselves.

Then one of my men ran bleeding. He said "Gesthros they've gotten a brute" I got up and walked to my stash and loaded my LeMat revolver. 9 rounds and a shotgun shell. Perfectly engraved to be fanciful and practical. I put on my bowtie and walked out the front. There was gunfire everywhere. I could count at least 4 of my men dead. There was at least 7 officers and the brute. I aimed my first shot and blew the head clean off the first. I ducked as 2 others shot at me. 1 ran up to me trying to do cqc. I flicked the hammer on my revolver and blew them clean apart. There goes the shell. I looked at the others. I could see my men in the apartments readying a rocket launcher to shoot the brute with. I had to buy time. I stood up and taunted them, "over here pigs!" I yelled. They focused on me. I shot another in the head. 3 dead, 4 left. 7 shots. I heard a rocket launch. I watched as the rocket hit the brute completely obliterating it. And as I watched it unfold I heard a sniper shot ring out. A sudden stiffness fell over me. I looked down. My left side was shot. With my last living breaths I shot another officer. I coughed up a chuckle as I fell to the floor.

[bowties8glasses]

what were the biggest influences on your art style?

Oh goodness, this is a easy one for my answer to become 8 different tangents

Art style is just an artist's comfort zone so the answer is really just, other artists. whether that was Little Bowties looking at speedpaints and tutorials (My old blog had a whole stash of resources ways to draw hands, perspectives, comic framing, anything I thought I may ever need in the future) or me just looking at someone's art and going "hey I wanna try something like this". I'd attempt something new and it sometimes affect my art going forward and sometimes it doesn't.

You could probably ask me about a specific part of my art and I'd be able to answer where I got it from, though some I'd rather not say due to the artist behind them turning out to not be very good people, a lot of those from my early days too...

The stuff I played and watched also influenced me in the sense that it's the source of my big catalogue of little design traits, especially for monsters and faces, some are series I still regularly check (Kirby, Pokemon, Sanrio..) some are stuff I haven't thought of much lately but still exist in my subconscious (Adventure Time, Monica and Friends, Cookie Run...) and then there's the ones that simply are very niche. even if I saw it in passing or in a video, it's in the sandbox now

It can get hard to recollect stuff sometimes, like, for a while I couldn't think of any examples for rabbit mouths being stylized as ('x') despite knowing it's a thing (now I have Miffy)

[david-tennant-wearing-things]

In celebration of BAFTA weekend, here are my top five outfits David wore to award shows in 2024(ish)

This post was absolutely not intended to be a Year in Review two months ago, idk where you idea could've possibly gotten that idea

Tumblr’s year in review counts “365 days of data between October 21, 2023, and October 20, 2024” so I’m going to follow those dates as well, entirely because I want to include my all time favorite:

1. 2023 Evening Standard Theatre Awards

This is probably going to be my #1 forever and he’ll have a hard time beating it. This suit is literally the reason I started this blog and also the main inspiration for the project that's been a WIP for over a year. It's an absolute work of art and it has somehow managed to change my life, so it'll always have a special place in my hearts.

2. 2024 Olivier Awards

If I haven't mentioned (I did a few hours ago, solely so I could reference it here) that I have a random soft spot for the red velvet suit he used to wear, I don't know why, but I do, and with that knowledge, it should come at no surprise that I see green velvet and I'm all about that. The stars are very Crowley and I love the Starmaker vibes. The moth buttons? Iconic. Shoutout to Georgia for absolutely slaying. Serving. Whatever word it is we're using nowadays, she's doing it. Flawless. Queen.

3. 2024 British LGBT Awards

Again Mithridate showed up to win because the dimension!! More moth buttons!! Also his acceptance speech that night was so fucking good and you can (and should) watch it here!

4. 2024 BAFTA kilt

Look, I feel so bad putting this in fourth. It's got sparkles, a bowtie, a kilt, I love it! I'm obsessed with this tartan and if it wasn't £90 per metre I would totally just order some for my stash. It’s a very solid look. I have legitimately spent hours looking at that swirl on his shoulder. (This would've been my #2 if you'd asked me before the Olivier or British LGBT Awards)

5. 2024 Red Nose Day

My apologies to Joshua Kane, but hey, you made the list! Not your fault Mithridate turned out a big pile of showstoppers! I do love this look, it's very sharp, the pop of color is executed impeccably. It's the suit I think of first when I think of David talking about how it would be fun to dress more like Crowley.

To wrap this wrapped, designers earned: MITHRIDATE: 3.5 MacGregor and MacDuff: .5 Joshua Kane: 1

I don't know what's going on with Mithridate, so I am begging Cheryl Konteh to keep up her incredible work this weekend at the BAFTAs because I need that dopamine right now

[bishop-percival]

@stuckinuniformdevelopment

(prev) Teddy fiddled with his bowtie as he avoided Revenard Mike’s piercing eye. This was marginally better than the relentless mockery he expected but… being scolded like a child was unbearable. “Which is why I was planning to make an appointment after this!” Then he paused before adding,  “…And I’m well-aware that it sounds like an excuse to avoid seeing how you’d force me but… that was as much practice as seeing how badly my aim degraded.” Teddy looked back towards the research document stash before attempting to redirect the topic away from himself again.  “So… what were you wondering?”

Mike sighed and added on one more thing before switching topics. “Well… At least think of it this way. You deal with us Glornists every Slornday, and then some. You’ll be fine handling those two dweebs for an appointment.”

That was his attempt at being encouraging.

“Anyways, I was wondering where I could find more information on the project’s methods, but I think you’ve answered it.” He got up to poke around the bookshelf and cabinet."

[just-a-floofy-catt]

Hello!!!!!

Im so so sorry about such a late response, ive just been a bit busy and wanted to make sure i gave your writing the time and attention it deserves TwT

(And my response took a while to write and format lmao)

I think because i made art for the event, and am primarily an artist, for some reason i was subconsciously convinced that i would recieve art and not writing???

Which might be a little silly but i guess it just didn't cross my mind that it was equally as likely for me to recieve either.

So i cannot even EXPRESS how excited i was when i saw that you wrote something XD

5000 whole words????

5000??????????

For ME????????

AND THERES ACCOMPANYING ART TOO???????????

Im gonna be so real with you, i lowkey almost cried XD

Especially because it was based on one of my favourite fluffy headcanons.

I was so excited and happy

Thoughts i wrote whilst reading -

"They all had been happy after a little while when he had taken Sun to see them during one of their rehearsals, but that didn't mean that they were necessarily looking to spend more time with him. At least, that had been what he'd thought."

A SEQUEL???? OMG AAAAAAAAAAAAZTOXYOFOHF

" Sun was sweet, he was so good with the children, and he was adorable in the way that he saw the good in people. Moon had been so worried that after everything that had happened that Sun would hate him, but in the end it wasn't something that he'd had to worry about at all.  "

Aww baby 😭😭

Ough i always adore the portrayal of when Moon kind of sees himself atleast a little bit as the monster everyone says he is and thinks he doesnt deserve forgiveness or love, but is positively enamoured with Sun and believes hes way too good for him.

It tears my heart to shreds, but its always worth it to see Sunny show him that he IS loveable and IS worth his time and affection.

Im just gonna stop myself right here because i WILL go on for ages XD

" So instead he waited until Sun was busy and he was able to slip away to start making paper roses in the days leading up to what he had arranged.It was a little tricky hiding them from Sun, but it helped that sun couldn't climb the walls. He could hide them in the ceiling tiles, where Sun never checked. Moon definitely didn't have a secret stash of little trinkets and stolen things up there that he didn't want his counterpart to know about... His paper roses weren't very good in the beginning, and he definitely wished that he had Sun's patience as he crumpled attempt after attempt while following tutorials from the internet that he played over and over again in his head until he finally had some presentable ones. And then after some more tries, some good ones. "

MOON

YOU ARE SO FUCKING CUTE 😭😭😭😭

Just him putting in the effort to try and show Sun how much he cares about him and pushing past frustration and lack of patience to do it. I CANNTT MAN OMG 😭😭😭

Also hiding things in the ceiling like the little gremlin he is XD

" My Drop of Sun-shine, the roses aren't your only gift. You remember your outfit to meet the Glams? Put that on and meet me in the theater when you're ready, I have a surprise for you.

- Moon "

BRO IM GONNA PASS AWAY

IM SO EXCITED OMG

THIS IS GONNA BE SO CUTE

MOON YOURE SO SWEET 😭😭😭

" He wasn't dressed any differently than normal save for a bowtie that an assistant had brought him jokingly that had a magnet hot-glued to the back of it to stick to him. He wasn't sure that it wasn't too silly, but he was confident that Sun would get a kick out of it whether he genuinely liked it or it just made him laugh. "

BOWTIE

OH HIS LITTLE BOWTIE

Suns gonna absolutely adore the whimsy omg

" Sure enough Sun burst through the door with more enthusiasm than was strictly necessary, his grin wild and eyes bright. It turned the smile on Moon's face soft and fond to see him like that, there was just no way to avoid being absolutely enamored with his celestial mirror. "Hi," he greeted. "

DUDE THE FLUFF HAS BEEN ABSOLUTELY NAILED OMG IM GONNA SOB

I love when theyre so in love 😭

" "Moonie! Did you make those flowers yourself? And the card?" Sun pulled back enough to look at him, and if they were human Moon would wonder if the grin stretched so wide on his face would hurt his cheeks. Luckily they weren't human, but Moon reached up to pinch a cheek on him anyway. Sun shook him off with a little laugh, then pulled back from him more. "Oh stars, are you wearing a tie?" His laugh grew, though he covered his mouth with one hand like that would muffle the sound. Like Moon would ever even want it to. "Where- where did you even get that?" "

Ough.... they just appreciate eachother so much.... 🥺

" He even managed to make himself fake shoulder pads like some of them had, and Moon suspected that there were more magnets being utilized to keep them in place since he didn't actually see a tie around his neck for them. "Strike a pose." Sun did, pretending to be caught mid guitar riff. "Perfect. Like a real Glamrock."

While Sun didn't say anything to that Moon could easily feel the breeze that accompanied the quick few spins of his rays, one of his cutest happy little tells. His small pleased smile that he tried to hide also helped to read how the compliment affected him. "

THE SHOULDER PADS 😭😭

Oh hes so so cute....

The little ray spins too!!!!!! AGH!!!

I love it when his rays do happy spins....

" But Sun and Moon both had ones in there, on top of the main crew that Sun so idolized. Moon wouldn’t be surprised if Sun had managed to keep one card of each of the main four for himself. "

HE SO WOULD!!!! 🥺🥺

He collects any and all merch of them he can get his hands on.

Which isnt much, since really theyre not allowed to have much of anything at all for themselves. Honestly that would just make him cherish it all the more though.

" The soft neon glow of the atrium was a welcome reprieve to Moon’s eyes after the harsh light of the daycare halls and the elevator, and in his opinion Sun positively glowed in the blues and purples. He might have been biased in thinking that blue looked good on him, though. "

OUGH

Moon just admiring him...

I cant

😭😭

And yes it may be a tad biased... but thats okay XD

" Expressions ranging from happy smiles to teasing grins greeted them back. Chica came up to the edge of the stage, mirroring Sun's enthusiasm. No one else seemed surprised that it was those two who were the ones practically jumping in place. "Hiya, Lemondrop!" Using the strap of her guitar to keep it steady she moved the instrument behind her so that she could comfortably crouch down to get closer to Sun's height. "We made an exception tonight. There was a special request." She looked over Sun's shoulder at Moon and gave him a very obvious wink. "

CHICA XDDD

Omg i love her and Sun as a duo so much

Theyre so underrated together

They bounce off eachothers positivity and energy so well XD

I absolutely adore her being so enthusiastic to see her new bestie again....

" It was hard not to laugh harder at that and he squeezed Sun's hands again but harder this time. "You say that, but they're waiting for you and you're dressed for the part." He grunted as Sun threw himself against him and wrapped his arms around his shoulders with an ecstatic cry. He stumbled back a step in surprise but recovered quickly enough and pressed his cheek against Sun's before nuzzling into him, enjoying the tickle of the mostly-retracted rays that accommodated his closeness. Sun was nearly vibrating against him with his excitement and that was just even more proof that Moon had made the right call in planning this for him for their Valentine's night. He looked up after a minute and after catching the looks that they were getting from the group he played an audio file of a throat clearing and tried to backoff a little, though Sun wasn't letting him go just yet. "

SOBBING

SOBBING

ON THE FLOOR SOBBING

OMG

😭😭😭

MOON YOU JUST MADE HIS ENTIRE YEAR

Again, theyre just so toothrottingly sweet 😭😭💙💛

" With very obvious reluctance Sun did eventually let go when Moon gave him a few pats on the back, but not before he left a kiss on Moon's cheek. "Just you wait until later, mister," he whispered just between the two of them. Then he was completely detached from Moon and bouncing up towards the stage. "

WAIT

SUNNY WHAT DO YOU HAVE PLANNED???? 👀👀👀👀

I'm so curious what hes got for Moon now XD

I imagine that no matter what it is he'll adore it though.

" He wondered if the Glams realized just how ecstatic he really was. Obviously he knew what every single twitch meant in his partner, but he would hope so given how much time they spent together and just how carefully Moon studied Sun when he was sure that Sun wasn't paying any attention. Even when he was sometimes, though Sun tended to fluster easily in those moments. "

They know eachother so well....

Its because really theyve been through the worst of the worst together and spent so much time so incredibly close.

But now it massively benefits their relationship and its just so so lovely.

And the fact Moon practically studies him????

Again, hes just so enamoured XD

Id bet Sun does the same thing sometimes, though.

I just love it when they care so much, man 😭😭

" To say that Moon was enraptured by the performance wouldn’t do it justice. Sun was visibly a little nervous but happy up there on stage with the eyes of his heroes and his partner on him but the longer the first song went on the more he came out of his shell. After the first song Monty came up to clap him on his shoulder pad and shouted encouragement while Chica played the opening riff to their next song. Sun looked like he would have been absolutely breathless if they had needed to breathe, Moon was sure that his fans had to be working in overdrive to keep him cool and not just from the heat of the lights. "

EVERYTHING

JUST

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS

The glams being so encouraging, Moon being so smitten and invested, Sunny having the time of his life

AAAAAAA

" By the time they had worked most of the way through the list that Moon had made, Sun was hamming it up on stage like he had an audience, like he’d been made for this. Perhaps it was a bit of their old theater programming and personality pieces that hadn’t been completely deleted or suppressed. Dressed as he was and floating between the multicolored stage lights as he was, he looked completely in his element and confident in a way that he sometimes lacked. It didn’t appear that he was brave enough to get too close to the Glamrocks but there were times when he approached them, stood back-to-back with Chica without coming into contact, half-faced Freddy who mirrored the pose while they sang together. Nothing at all could have made Moon happier than seeing Sun have so much fun up there with his idols. "

I can literally SEE this in my head and ITS DRIVING ME INSANE

IM HYPED

IM SO HAPPY THEYRE HAVING SUCH A GOOD TIME

Sun actually feeling confident when its often something he struggles with from always being put down and pushed to the side is ENDING me omg

Its so so real

" "Really, though. You were great up there, you should sing more in the daycare even if it’s just after hours.”

”I could say the same to you! You have a great voice, you should let more people hear you sing!” Sun put his hands on his hips and leaned forward into Moon’s personal bubble. "

DUET DUET DUET DUET!!!!!

They should totally do a sweet little romantic duet in the future....

Sun, youre so right though, Moon needs to get his ass on that stage, his voice is beautiful. AND HE DESERVES TO BE PRAISED FOR IT!!! >:3

" "Aw, I didn't know you sang for the kids! That's adorable, I bet it puts them out like a light, you seem like you'd have a good crooner voice."

Moon was never more tempted to pull his hat down to hide his face in his life.

"He does!" Sun piped up in the absence of Moon saying anything. "He tries to say that he's not really built for singing and that it's his music box-" Chica's beak moved to incredulously mouth 'music box' with a glint in her eyes after Sun without interrupting him- "but he can sing to it, so he's definitely just being modest." "

YESSS BURY HIM IN COMPLIMENTS!!!!! XD

Moon not being able to handle compliments or praise and getting flustered over it is something i always like to see. Idk it just feels right to me.

Poor guy has TERRIBLE self esteem even if he doesnt always show it

" The trip back was quiet but it was a very comfortable and content brand of quiet. It was something that neither of them felt the need to break until they were all the way back into their room, just basking in each other's company while the ambient music of the 'plex gave them a soundtrack to the walk back. Their hands stayed joined the entire time just as they had been on the way there, a tender mirroring to wrap their evening up. "

This is so so simple but fills me with so much joy

Just them enjoying eachothers prescence

" He laughed, checking to see if Sun was ready for him to turn around before he did so and pulled him into a hug. "It's not a competition, Sunny. I wanted to make you happy, and I love what you did for me. That's what matters, right?"

The look that Sun gave him was one of someone who was melting under the sweetness of the moment but still wasn't entirely mollified. "... Fine. But you better be ready. Next year I'm going to knock your socks off."

"Good luck, I don't wear any." Moon snickered at the blustering annoyance that he was hit with for that and managed to pin Sun's arms to his sides when he started to struggle in his hold. "C'mon, bedtime. You were getting close to falling asleep in front of your heroes again."

So sweet and oh so silly TwT 💛💙

Moon better start wearing some socks...

"Sun shuddered and breathed out a quick "jerk" before he relaxed back against Moon. "Will you sing for me for a little while? Just until I fall asleep?" "

PLEASEEEE OMG 😭😭

" The question was just too sweet, Moon never stood a chance in being able to refuse it. He chuckled and shuffled around so that he was half sitting up and could hold Sun against his chest. "Of course, just for you." When he leaned to press a kiss to the top of Sun's head he was intercepted, instead meeting Sun's lips. He melted instantly, holding the gentle kiss for as long as Sun let him before Sun slowly put a small amount of distance between them. It was a disgustingly domestic moment of intimacy, staring at Sun after that simple, treasured kiss. There was nothing on this world that Moon would have traded it for. "

DISGUSTINGLY DOMESTIC IS RIGHT

XD

But its absolutely perfect

" He didn't bother to pay any attention to how long they stayed like that until Sun settled against his chest and this time allowed Moon to press an affectionate kiss to the top of his faceplate without interruption. "Will you sing my favorite one?" he asked sleepily.

"As if you had to ask, morning star." "

OH THATS JUST THE PERFECT ENDING 😭😭🥺🥺💛💙💛💙

My favourite sillies in love....

Oh i enjoyed this so SO much

Its everything i couldve wanted and more TwT

Its domestic, fluffy and sweet, and all the little details in their behaviours are so lovely.

And the art is so so wonderful too!!

He looks so adorable in his lil glamrock fit :3

Im IMMENSELY greatful to have recieved this and will in fact be coming back to read it every so often

Thank you so much !!!!!

(And i do have an ao3 but i prefer to keep it separate to everything else. But feel free to post it there still ^^ if you really want to, you can just mention my tumblr, but i dont mind at all)

Center Stage

@just-a-floofy-catt I was your secret valentine! so sorry for the wait, I loved the idea of your glamrock adoring sun so I hope that I did the au justice! (do you have an ao3 handle? I can add it there too)

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Moon expected that there would be a lot moregoing into this arrangement for Sun.

In the end, it was actually pretty simple: his discussion with the Glamrocks in private while he was out on a patrol one night was very fruitful, everyone seemed to like the idea.

That hadn't been something that Moon had expected, really. They all had been happy after a little while when he had taken Sun to see them during one of their rehearsals, but that didn't mean that they were necessarily looking to spend more time with him. At least, that had been what he'd thought.

He was perfectly aware of the reputation that both he and Sun had around the 'plex. He was scary, creepy, and painted into such a cartoonish monster who was cranky and libel to snap that he was just unapproachable in general, and Sun was said to be an anxious, loud, and overbearing mess. Neither of those were the case at all, but that didn't mean that people saw that.

Sun was sweet, he was so good with the children, and he was adorable in the way that he saw the good in people. Moon had been so worried that after everything that had happened that Sun would hate him, but in the end it wasn't something that he'd had to worry about at all. 

Sure, there was a lot for them to talk about, and there were conversations that they still sometimes had to have to address what had happened the night the little kid had been running around the pizzaplex with many of the animatronics, himself included, out for blood. It was hard, getting over these things, but Sun- with his almost infinite patience and understanding- was always there when Moon's progress in coming back from all that reached a snag that almost set him back a few steps.

He'd had to shake off that thinking after having his talk, though. That wasn't what he needed to concentrate on, what he wanted to. He was going to do something for his Sunny, something that was going to have him on cloud nine for ages to come, he hoped. He deserved it.

And it was the season to express one's love, after all.

There wasn't anything that either of them could do with chocolates, seeing as they didn't have the function to eat like Chica did, and Moon briefly considered flowers before he came to the realization that he didn't really have a way to get ahold of any; it wasn't like he could ask one of the daycare assistants or night guards to pay for and bring him something to get for Sun on top of what he had planned, to sweeten the deal.

So instead he waited until Sun was busy and he was able to slip away to start making paper roses in the days leading up to what he had arranged.It was a little tricky hiding them from Sun, but it helped that sun couldn't climb the walls. He could hide them in the ceiling tiles, where Sun never checked. Moon definitely didn't have a secret stash of little trinkets and stolen things up there that he didn't want his counterpart to know about... His paper roses weren't very good in the beginning, and he definitely wished that he had Sun's patience as he crumpled attempt after attempt while following tutorials from the internet that he played over and over again in his head until he finally had some presentable ones. And then after some more tries, some good ones.

So he was confident that Sun would like the ones that he left waiting in a giant bundle alongside a handmade card on the table in their room, along with a little paper of words that he didn't want to include on the card that he already knew Sun would save. He was sentimental that way.

My Drop of Sun-shine, the roses aren't your only gift. You remember your outfit to meet the Glams? Put that on and meet me in the theater when you're ready, I have a surprise for you. - Moon

Moon ducked out of their room and crawled along the ceiling- purely because he could and he liked to for the fun of it- and let himself out of their hidden door to skitter his way to the floor outside of it. He wasn't dressed any differently than normal save for a bowtie that an assistant had brought him jokingly that had a magnet hot-glued to the back of it to stick to him. He wasn't sure that it wasn't too silly, but he was confident that Sun would get a kick out of it whether he genuinely liked it or it just made him laugh.

He waited patiently slouched against the wall for his Other, aware that Sun would already have been up in their room by now with the cleaning done. That and even if he wasn't aware of how much time he had to wait just from Sun's routine, the heavily muffled sound when Sun found the yellow and blue paper roses definitely gave away that he'd found the little spread on the table. Moon snickered quietly to himself and hummed a low and slow tune while he gave Sun time to read the card, possibly fawn over it a little, and then read the small note to the side and hurry off to get himself changed.

When he heard excited footsteps approaching down the long L-shaped hall he stood up in an actual straight posture instead of his normal slouch outside of the radius of the door so that when it was thrown open he was in no danger of being hit.

Sure enough Sun burst through the door with more enthusiasm than was strictly necessary, his grin wild and eyes bright. It turned the smile on Moon's face soft and fond to see him like that, there was just no way to avoid being absolutely enamored with his celestial mirror. "Hi," he greeted.

Arms were around his neck and a chest crashed into his before he had a chance to dodge the oncoming hug, even if only just to pull back enough to soften the momentum. He didn't actually mind. Sun held him tight and Moon could feel the way that he was practically giddy with excitement. As always with Sun, it was nearly palpable. Moon hugged him back with arms wrapped low on his torso.

"Moonie! Did you make those flowers yourself? And the card?" Sun pulled back enough to look at him, and if they were human Moon would wonder if the grin stretched so wide on his face would hurt his cheeks. Luckily they weren't human, but Moon reached up to pinch a cheek on him anyway. Sun shook him off with a little laugh, then pulled back from him more. "Oh stars, are you wearing a tie?" His laugh grew, though he covered his mouth with one hand like that would muffle the sound. Like Moon would ever even want it to. "Where- where did you even get that?"

"Does it matter?" He reached up to straighten it after the assault on his person and tried to put up a playful air of dignity that a smirk he couldn't fight definitely ruined. "I happen to think I look handsome."

"You do! I didn't say that you didn't!" Sun's giggles calmed as he reached up to gently brush Moon's fingers aside so that he could actually get the bow straight and Moon tried hard to pretend that even the little touch affected him. He was never over those small moments of contact, let alone the large ones like that hug. "How do I look?"

Moon made a circular motion with one finger and Sun did a slow twirl for him as silently directed. He was dressed in pants other than their usual poofy attire with shoes to match the more 'rock star' look, with various other things he'd seen that the Glams had, like studded bands and piercings that were magnetic for him, since his rays were not actually pierced and neither of them wanted to do that. 

He even managed to make himself fake shoulder pads like some of them had, and Moon suspected that there were more magnets being utilized to keep them in place since he didn't actually see a tie around his neck for them. "Strike a pose." Sun did, pretending to be caught mid guitar riff. "Perfect. Like a real Glamrock."

While Sun didn't say anything to that Moon could easily feel the breeze that accompanied the quick few spins of his rays, one of his cutest happy little tells. His small pleased smile that he tried to hide also helped to read how the compliment affected him.

"Come on, are you ready for your surprise?" Moon held his hand out and squeezed gently at the fingers that eagerly laced with his.

"Of course!" Sun fell in step beside him as Moon started to lead the two of them out of the theater and towards the main atrium elevator outside of the daycare area. "But you really didn't have to do anything else for me besides the roses, Moonpie. Those and the card were more than enough."

Never one to resist a chance to tease him, he smiled cheekily. "Oh, so we can turn around and go cuddle up while we charge until my rounds?"

Sun's hold on his hand tightened. "No, no, no! I mean, there's no need to waste the surprise that you went to the trouble to set up!"

He chuckled, a deep rumble that he knew Sun liked when they were up close to each other. "Then I guess I really did have to, didn't I?" It was going to be worth it, he was so sure of it.

Idle chit-chat about the day with the kids filled the time that it took to get to the atrium from there. While he had been there for a lot of it, though usually with a different bunch of the kids than Sun, he still listened to him go on about the games that they played and the Valentine’s cards and candies that had been exchanged between their charges that day. Of course Sun also had little cards for them that he completed on the sly after the last child was checked in so he had a complete mental roster for names; just the cheap and brand-appropriate kind like the kid’s Parents bought from big stores by the box load. But Sun and Moon both had ones in there, on top of the main crew that Sun so idolized. Moon wouldn’t be surprised if Sun had managed to keep one card of each of the main four for himself.

The soft neon glow of the atrium was a welcome reprieve to Moon’s eyes after the harsh light of the daycare halls and the elevator, and in his opinion Sun positively glowed in the blues and purples. He might have been biased in thinking that blue looked good on him, though. Sun’s attention flitted around them at the colors and sounds of the space and all the different decor. It seemed that the novelty of it was yet to wear off, but that was fair given that he had been stuck inside the daycare without system permissions to leave for so long. Everything about the rest of the giant ‘plex was bound to stay new and exciting for a while and Moon couldn’t blame him one bit. He would have gone stir crazy being trapped in their space, it was a wonder to him that Sun never had. He always actually seemed nervous and a few hairs short of overwhelmed as he was getting used to it, really.

At the end of the giant open hall they started their approach to the stage and Moon could feel the moment that Sun realized that the Glamrocks were standing up there, instruments in hand for those who played, by the way that he started to pull on their joined hands as his pace increased and there was a swinging little skip to his step. Moon stifled his laughter and allowed himself to be hurried along. It was adorable to see that his counterpart was so quietly excited, or at least he was quiet about it up until they were within earshot of the stars of the 'plex.

"Hi!" He greeted loudly as he tugged Moon to jog the last few steps to get close to the base of the stage, who grumbled good-naturedly at the treatment. "What are you all doing? I thought that there weren't any practices happening today!"

Expressions ranging from happy smiles to teasing grins greeted them back. Chica came up to the edge of the stage, mirroring Sun's enthusiasm. No one else seemed surprised that it was those two who were the ones practically jumping in place. "Hiya, Lemondrop!" Using the strap of her guitar to keep it steady she moved the instrument behind her so that she could comfortably crouch down to get closer to Sun's height. "We made an exception tonight. There was a special request." She looked over Sun's shoulder at Moon and gave him a very obvious wink.

He rolled his eyes in return with a very theatrical open-mouthed scowl. "Subtle," he muttered, though Chica would hear him this close up— their audio processors were built well enough that despite the loud music that blasted them daily, they could hear far better than a human could. She just giggled at him without an ounce of remorse.

In that time that Moon had been watching her Sun had turned around and was looking at him with a slightly confused look, his head tilted a little to the side. He could almost see an added shine to them, like Sun was some sort of puppy trying his hardest to root out what the obvious thing meant. Moon's fake annoyance melted and he pulled Sun closer to him by their joined hands. "Surprise."

Sun glanced back over his shoulder at the Glamrocks, of which only Freddy was pretending to do something other than watch them interact. Chica had her chin in both of her hands while she listened to them and watched them closely, Roxy was next to Monty while the both of them didn't look particularly entertained, yet their attention didn't waver despite their act. None of them gave him any indication about what Moon was talking about though, so he was left turning back to Moon just as his other hand was taken so that Moon was gently holding onto the both of them.

"You asked them to perform on their night off?" he guessed.

That made Moon chuckle. "No. Well, yes." He knew that his expression was softer than he was generally comfortable with other people seeing on him as he looked at the sunny animatronic. He had a reputation to uphold, after all, but he was happy to let that go in moments like this for his Sun. "They're not the only ones that are going to put on a show."

That only made Sun look even more puzzled and Moon laughed. "Happy Valentine's day. Get up there."

"Wha-?" He looked back over at the Glamrocks and then incredulously at Moon. "No, you didn't."

It was hard not to laugh harder at that and he squeezed Sun's hands again but harder this time. "You say that, but they're waiting for you and you're dressed for the part." He grunted as Sun threw himself against him and wrapped his arms around his shoulders with an ecstatic cry. He stumbled back a step in surprise but recovered quickly enough and pressed his cheek against Sun's before nuzzling into him, enjoying the tickle of the mostly-retracted rays that accommodated his closeness. Sun was nearly vibrating against him with his excitement and that was just even more proof that Moon had made the right call in planning this for him for their Valentine's night. He looked up after a minute and after catching the looks that they were getting from the group he played an audio file of a throat clearing and tried to backoff a little, though Sun wasn't letting him go just yet.

"I think he likes the idea." He tried to play off.

Monty snorted in amusement and Roxy barked a laugh, meanwhile Chica was still watching them without having moved, though her expression was far more fond now. With very obvious reluctance Sun did eventually let go when Moon gave him a few pats on the back, but not before he left a kiss on Moon's cheek. "Just you wait until later, mister," he whispered just between the two of them. Then he was completely detached from Moon and bouncing up towards the stage.

Chica offered him a hand straight away and as she stood up she brought Sun up onto the stage with her without much effort on her part. Sun dusted himself off nervously once he was up with them and did his best to hide the excitement that Moon could see pouring off of him in waves. He wondered if the Glams realized just how ecstatic he really was. Obviously he knew what every single twitch meant in his partner, but he would hope so given how much time they spent together and just how carefully Moon studied Sun when he was sure that Sun wasn't paying any attention. Even when he was sometimes, though Sun tended to fluster easily in those moments.

He backed off to the actual viewing area of the stage while Sun teetered forwards and back from his heels to the balls of his feet and back again and talked with his idols. When he had first floated this request for help to make Sun's night extra special they had all already discussed what songs Sun would know to be able to perform with them. He didn't play any instruments, so he wouldn't be any help there, but Moon was happy to know that he'd get to hear him sing. They did so often enough in the daycare, Moon during naptime and at night when it was just the two of them, and Sun sometimes while they got the daycare back in order and cleaned down with different approved sanitizing agents, besides his silly preprogrammed clean up songs he taught the kids to build good habits both there and at home.

Moon wasn’t quite as fond of those as he was the others.

The lights around the stage dimmed even further at some invisible signal from one of the band mates- perhaps Freddy or one of the others could ping the system to activate certain preset routines- and the lights above and below it started as the music for one of the songs he had listed for them started playing. They must have decided on an order for a few of them while they were talking, which Moon was happy for. It made things less awkward and flow smoother with a partial plan already in place, he was sure. It also allowed them to get the music needed into the systems of the instrument players and a drum track that played in the background- why was there no drummer in a band?- all set up. Freddy passed Sun a mic as the two of them stood front and center on stage, though Freddy did stand a couple steps back to really let Sun have the literal spotlight.

To say that Moon was enraptured by the performance wouldn’t do it justice. Sun was visibly a little nervous but happy up there on stage with the eyes of his heroes and his partner on him but the longer the first song went on the more he came out of his shell. After the first song Monty came up to clap him on his shoulder pad and shouted encouragement while Chica played the opening riff to their next song. Sun looked like he would have been absolutely breathless if they had needed to breathe, Moon was sure that his fans had to be working in overdrive to keep him cool and not just from the heat of the lights.

By the time they had worked most of the way through the list that Moon had made, Sun was hamming it up on stage like he had an audience, like he’d been made for this. Perhaps it was a bit of their old theater programming and personality pieces that hadn’t been completely deleted or suppressed. Dressed as he was and floating between the multicolored stage lights as he was, he looked completely in his element and confident in a way that he sometimes lacked. It didn’t appear that he was brave enough to get too close to the Glamrocks but there were times when he approached them, stood back-to-back with Chica without coming into contact, half-faced Freddy who mirrored the pose while they sang together. Nothing at all could have made Moon happier than seeing Sun have so much fun up there with his idols.

Like all good things, though, it eventually came to an end. Sun jumped nimbly down from the stage after passing his mic back off to Freddy and ran up to Moon, who was already walking to meet him.

”Well? What did you think?” Sun asked excitedly, though Moon could tell that he’d tired himself out by the way that he wasn’t really bouncing or otherwise moving in place. His battery might be getting a little low after that performance, especially since he could hear the way that his fans were whirling inside his casing.

”You looked like a natural up there,” he assured. “Like you were always meant to be part of the band.” He couldn’t help but lay it on a little thick while it was just the two of them, the way that it flustered Sun was just too endearing. He smirked at him and chuckled when Sun pushed him for teasing him. “Really, though. You were great up there, you should sing more in the daycare even if it’s just after hours.”

”I could say the same to you! You have a great voice, you should let more people hear you sing!” Sun put his hands on his hips and leaned forward into Moon’s personal bubble.

”Who needs to sing? Should I get my guitar back out?” Without Moon having noticed Chica had come up behind Sun, who straightened with a squeak and whirled around.

”Oh, uh… Moon has a very nice voice when he sings to the kids at nap time. I was just saying that he should try singing more often too!” Sun wrapped an arm around one of Moon’s and brought him closer as Moon spluttered out his own rising embarrassment at now being under Chica’s attention.

For all that people tended to consider Chica a bit of an air head, from what Moon heard when people forgot that he was creeping around on his patrols, she adeptly picked up that he wasn't really comfortable with the idea. At least not for the moment. "Aw, I didn't know you sang for the kids! That's adorable, I bet it puts them out like a light, you seem like you'd have a good crooner voice."

Moon was never more tempted to pull his hat down to hide his face in his life.

"He does!" Sun piped up in the absence of Moon saying anything. "He tries to say that he's not really built for singing and that it's his music box-" Chica's beak moved to incredulously mouth 'music box' with a glint in her eyes after Sun without interrupting him- "but he can sing to it, so he's definitely just being modest."

Luckily the chicken seemed to be in the mood to take mercy on Moon. "Next time, okay Gumdrop? Just one song, pleeeease?"

Moon couldn't look at her when his fans audibly clicked into a higher gear to contend with the heat of his embarrassment. If he could blush there was little doubt in his mind that his entire face would be changing color. "I'll think about it."

His non-committal didn't at all phase her as she pumped an arm excitedly. It was easy to tell who was going to be the easiest of the four of them for Sun to befriend when she acted like this. "That's not a no!" And then she laughed in the face of his grumbling like Sun usually did when it was all just playful. A few more minutes were spent winding down from the performance while she and Sun talked about what a great surprise it had been and how well he'd done up on stage.

After a while Moon noticed Sun leaning more into him and letting Chica carry the conversation a little more. From his peripheral he watched him while allowing Chica to finish going down her current topic of discussion to check on him. Sun got like this when he was really starting to fade. He did have a softer happy look than what he'd been sporting this entire time, his energy level was definitely coming down.

"Alright," he interrupted before a new topic could take hold and keep them any longer. "I think I need to take him back to our room and get him charged up after a full day and then all that."

Sun made a whining sound and stood back up straight but otherwise didn't fight him on that assertion at all. "Can we come to another rehearsal night soon?"

The attention of the other bandmates was called for as they settled on a good night for the next one so that he and Sun could plan to attend, and then there were a chorus of goodbyes and encouraging words to Sun with echoes of goodnights to Moon. He was sure that he would see one or two of them when he went out later on his rounds, but he didn't bother to say as much and wished the Glams a good evening themselves before he started to herd Sun back towards the daycare.

The trip back was quiet but it was a very comfortable and content brand of quiet. It was something that neither of them felt the need to break until they were all the way back into their room, just basking in each other's company while the ambient music of the 'plex gave them a soundtrack to the walk back. Their hands stayed joined the entire time just as they had been on the way there, a tender mirroring to wrap their evening up.

"I feel bad. I didn't get anything like this for you at all," Sun said when both doors leading to their room were closed before he started to shuck off the bits of his Glamrock outfit.

"You made me a card and got your hands on some soft lights for our room." It was silly to keep his back turned to give Sun some privacy to get back into his normal attire but Moon did it all the same, smacking the magnetic bowtie to the door of the fuse box taking up space on their wall. When Sun complained about it, he just laughed and assured him that it wasn't dangerous and they might as well take advantage of the space.

"Yeah," Sun argued once they were back on topic again though he still sounded disgruntled, "but you got me time to be on stage with the Glamrocks. The Glamrocks, Moon."

He laughed, checking to see if Sun was ready for him to turn around before he did so and pulled him into a hug. "It's not a competition, Sunny. I wanted to make you happy, and I love what you did for me. That's what matters, right?"

The look that Sun gave him was one of someone who was melting under the sweetness of the moment but still wasn't entirely mollified. "... Fine. But you better be ready. Next year I'm going to knock your socks off."

"Good luck, I don't wear any." Moon snickered at the blustering annoyance that he was hit with for that and managed to pin Sun's arms to his sides when he started to struggle in his hold. "C'mon, bedtime. You were getting close to falling asleep in front of your heroes again."

"I was not!" Regardless of his huff of annoyance, and embarrassment, he still let Moon walk him over to their makeshift bed and allowed himself to be fussed over as Moon made sure that he laid himself down comfortably to rest. "Can I make one more request for the night?"

Moon was in the midst of getting himself situated beside Sun among the pillows and the plushies and a couple pilfered blankets that weren't 'quite up to his standards anymore' to be allowed down for the kids during naptime, and had definitely not been an excuse to bring them up to the tower. "Of course you can. Whether or not you get it..." He smirked at Sun's unamused look and used the distraction to get the jump on Sun by suddenly plugging their charging cord into its port on Sun's back.

Sun shuddered and breathed out a quick "jerk" before he relaxed back against Moon. "Will you sing for me for a little while? Just until I fall asleep?"

The question was just too sweet, Moon never stood a chance in being able to refuse it. He chuckled and shuffled around so that he was half sitting up and could hold Sun against his chest. "Of course, just for you." When he leaned to press a kiss to the top of Sun's head he was intercepted, instead meeting Sun's lips. He melted instantly, holding the gentle kiss for as long as Sun let him before Sun slowly put a small amount of distance between them. It was a disgustingly domestic moment of intimacy, staring at Sun after that simple, treasured kiss. There was nothing on this world that Moon would have traded it for.

He didn't bother to pay any attention to how long they stayed like that until Sun settled against his chest and this time allowed Moon to press an affectionate kiss to the top of his faceplate without interruption. "Will you sing my favorite one?" he asked sleepily.

"As if you had to ask, morning star."

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"Jungle Love" or Just Plain "Oh No"? Someone needs to explain the '70s' obsession with bizarre prom themes. "Jungle Love"? Really? Did the school mascot have a stroke of genius, or did someone think, "You know what kids need? A dance that raises questions about cultural sensitivity!" Let's all agree that "Jungle Love" should've stayed in the jungle. Captain Awkward: Ready for Takeoff Breaking news: Prom pic rule #1 – thou shalt not look excited. This guy’s suppressing his inner cheerleader so hard, he's about to explode in a burst of restrained enthusiasm. Inside, he's doing Olympic gymnastics. Outside, he's trying to win the medal for "Most Chill Dude at Prom." Flashback to the Groovy-est Gagworthy Trends Ta-da! If you ever wondered what a single frame of the '70s looked like, here you go. Behold the high collars, wooden wall panels, and oversized glasses that together create a montage of fashion crimes. It's like the '70s threw up in one picture, and we can't look away. Mickey Ears Are So Yesterday, Meet Mickey Dots Who pulled the Mickey Mouse prank on this guy's prom photo? Did he willingly become a# Prom Night Follies: Groovy Awkwardness That Ages Like Moldy Cheese 🕺👑 What is it about peeking into our pasts that tickles our funny bones? Seriously, it's like a nostalgia-induced comedy show where everyone's dressed in the silliest outfits, parading around like they just found a stash of enchanted dress-up clothes. Is it the thrill of seeing folks rocking their bizarre getups without a hint of irony? Or maybe it's the relief that we're no longer wearing powder blue top hats and curtains-as-dress fashion statements. Whatever it is, let's dive into the chuckle-worthy world of awkward prom photos from the Groovy era. Leave the Top Hat Alone, It’s Bored of Your Company Hold the phone, folks, we’ve got a guy in the back sporting a top hat that thinks it's starring in a soap opera. I mean, that thing has more drama than a Shakespearean tragedy. Meanwhile, Mr. Caught-Off-Guard on the side just wants to have a normal picture, but nooo, top hat guy is stealing the limelight. Let’s give it up for the gals though, who are pulling off their looks like they’re getting ready for a blast. They probably wish they left that top hat at home, locked away with all the ghosts of fashion past. Flannel Fever: The Key to Everlasting Love Step right up, folks, for the most '70s prom pic you'll ever lay your eyes on. We've got shag carpet squares, paper mushrooms that look like a failed art project, and dual plaid suits that scream, "Hey, let’s match like a married couple!" These two deserve applause for their coordinated flannel, but someone please get them a towel – the prom dance floor doubles as a sauna, apparently. Magic and Mismatched Expressions: A Perfect Recipe Attention, prom photographers: Can we get a matching expression coordinator, stat? Nothing says “I’m thrilled to be here” like a split-screen of a guy who's hyped and a date who's mentally grocery shopping. Seriously, it's like watching a buddy comedy where one person didn't get the memo that it's supposed to be a comedy. A Puff of Smoke and a Splash of Style Catastrophe Cue the smoke machine, folks! Behold the wide-lapelled flannel jacket that thinks it’s the real star of the show. Bowtie, you're cool and all, but let's be real – the jacket’s hogging the spotlight. This was clearly the golden age of experimenting with fashion, when everyone took a detour through Crazytown before arriving at Promville. But hey, at least this guy has the crown for the greatest 1970s mullet. Congrats? From Prom to Mortuary: The Unenthusiastic Guy Meet the guy who treats prom like a funeral procession. Hands folded, pet gecko missing, and an overall aura of doom – it's like someone swapped his prom ticket with a burial plot reservation. Buddy, cheer up! It's prom, not a séance. Life’s too short to mourn your own prom night. Moonlit Bananas and Peasant Fashion Hey, remember that time the school decided the prom theme was “Jungle Love”? No? Well, neither do we, because it's bananas – literally. Those gals are perched on a moon that could easily double as a giant banana in another life. Maybe the school mascot is the Fighting Bananas. Who knows, it's the Groovy era – anything's possible. ’70s: When Dads Took Over Teenage Bodies The 1970s: when teenage boys turned into middle-aged dads overnight. This guy's got more wedding vibes than a justice of the peace. Did they card him at the entrance? Or did they offer him a briefcase and a 9-to-5 job as a dad-joke enthusiast? Ah, kids these days. Blinds, Blinds, and More Blinds: Oh Yeah, and Teens In this thrilling episode of "Prom Pics: The Next Generation," our young lovebirds are upstaged by the real stars of the show: venetian blinds. Because who needs prom memories when you can have window decor? But hey, at least the kids look happy. Somebody tell the blinds to chill. Last Known Photographs and Prom: A Perfect Match Look, folks, it's the "Last Known Photograph" series, featuring two teens who look like they're posing for an FBI witness protection program file. Are they having a great time? Is this a prelude to a crime spree? We need answers. But we also secretly hope they had a redo for a less ominous prom pic. When TVs Were Prom Dates: An Awkward Love Affair Guess what, folks? The '70s brought us the golden era of prom dates – enter the disembodied head! Because who needs a whole person when you can just go with the floating head option? Half-price tickets for half a person, anyone? Growing Pains and Cloudy Dancing Being a teenager: a tumultuous journey from 4'11" to 6'1" with legs that suddenly think they're in a growth race. These younguns are trying to walk on clouds made of cotton, but in reality, they're just tripping on clouds. Disco dance meets accidental acrobatics – it's all part of the '70s magic. "Jungle Love" or Just Plain "Oh No"? Someone needs to explain the '70s' obsession with bizarre prom themes. "Jungle Love"? Really? Did the school mascot have a stroke of genius, or did someone think, "You know what kids need? A dance that raises questions about cultural sensitivity!" Let's all agree that "Jungle Love" should've stayed in the jungle. Captain Awkward: Ready for Takeoff Breaking news: Prom pic rule #1 – thou shalt not look excited. This guy’s suppressing his inner cheerleader so hard, he's about to explode in a burst of restrained enthusiasm. Inside, he's doing Olympic gymnastics. Outside, he's trying to win the medal for "Most Chill Dude at Prom." Flashback to the Groovy-est Gagworthy Trends Ta-da! If you ever wondered what a single frame of the '70s looked like, here you go. Behold the high collars, wooden wall panels, and oversized glasses that together create a montage of fashion crimes. It's like the '70s threw up in one picture, and we can't look away. Mickey Ears Are So Yesterday, Meet Mickey Dots Who pulled the Mickey Mouse prank on this guy's prom photo? Did he willingly become a Read the full article

[cedigcrafts]

I just finished this hair bow to wear next Friday.

12th -18th June is Men's Health Week, and on the Friday people are going to #wearblue in support of it.

I realised o don't have any blue clothes as its not a colour I usually go for, but I had some lovely blue cotton yarn so I thought I'd make something to go in my hair for the occasion.

My first idea was to make a scruchie, but it would have taken a lot longer to make, so I paused where I was up to with it and realised it was about right for a hair bow. I haven't made one of these before but I have made bowties before and had a load of combs in my stash from an idea I had (and abandoned) for my hair when I got married and it went fantastically well!

If you'd like a hair bow of your own, drop me a line. They will be £5 inc p&p in the UK

[gildead]

@staticmonitor asked:

it's gold's birthday, and of course his aunt and uncles plan on spoiling him! there's a giant snorlax plush from MX with a gift bow tied to it's head, and on top of the plush rests the other presents. from maz, there's a stylish pair of sunglasses, in a similar shade of red to gold's pasta night bowtie. and lastly, from lord x, a clip on mp3 player and wireless headphones to replace the faulty radio on his pokédex. tucked in each of the birthday cards they left are celebratory words and a couple of pokédollars for spending money, along with some rare candies for celebi and the unown.

Sweet merciful Ho-Oh, he nearly forgot about his triple-income polyamorous aunt and uncles! Of course they'd go all out for Gold's big birthday surprise! And what a surprise it is!

Gold flops onto the Snorlax plushie, landing with a soft pllmp on its giant, overstuffed belly. With a little help from Away, he puts in his headphones and turns on the mp3 player to play some sick tunes as he begins counting up his spending money and reading his cards.

The Rare Candy gets stashed away in his bag for later so he can divide them all up equally amongst his team members, and the sunglasses are deposited in front of his hat, PokéSpe style. No guys, he's not the manga version of Gold, stop sending him hatemail.

All in all, he's really enjoyed his birthday thus far. All he needs now is his gift from his parents...