#but it can get out of hand if either of them are too crafty

[curtain-caller]

So I'm looking forward to seeing all the interpretations and headcanons people make for The Lucky Contestant (who I will also join in calling them "Lucky"), but I'm curious... Okay, raise of hands, who else here also pictures Lucky as a crafty, greedy, overconfident, sassy, morally bankrupt little shit (affectionate)? Or is that just me? Idk I just get those vibes from their choices in the game (elaboration below)

Like... the implications that they were combing through hundreds of boxes to get a tape to join the show??? That they were counting the boxes and keeping track??? The fact that the only way to escape at the start is to run PAST the giant fucking beast mauling another contestant instead of running AWAY from it??? Not to mention them leaving the other remaining contestants behind in doing so.

The fact they didn't hesitate when Deputy Duck pecked at them, fucking grabbing him by the neck and throwing him against the wall??? That screamed "I'm not fucking around, are you going to cooperate or not?" kind of energy. The way they barely move when they come across the Real Frankie in front of the monitors??? Like, I know you can't move during that segment probably so you don't just miss the cutscene, but in-universe, Lucky has ample opportunity to turn and fucking run, and we know damn well their fear response isn't freeze, it's flight.

Just. The entire noob noob section. I feel like they flinched one time during that and that was when they caught the first one, but only because the explosion caught them off guard. That slowed them down for 1 second, maximum. Hell, I've seen a few players laugh at that part, I feel like Lucky would too. The fact that there's no objectives to even try to escape Frankie's great value Parkour Civilization??? Like, in a game like this, I'd expect at one point for there to be an attempt to just escape the game entirely once shit hit the fan, only for the protagonist to realize the only way out is to begrudgingly play along and win. But nope. Lucky came here for the money, and they're getting that money. AND THE FACT THEY DO??? AND THEY'RE THE FIRST EVER ONE TO DO SO??? The way they just strut back into Frankie's office after their 57th near-death experience and look him right in the eye??? The whole ending segment where they go for another season??? It's not framed at all like they were forced to go again, because the Real Frankie just offered his hand out, and when we cut back, Lucky is casually looking at the ratings screen while standing on top of a pile of corpses. There are open gaps on the floor they can be standing on instead! But nope, just chilling on top of some dead bodies. Obviously we can't tell what their facial expressions are with the mask on, but they don't seem afraid or even all that tense about their situation either. To me, Lucky is the type of guy to go "I'm not gay, but 20 bucks is 20 bucks". Lucky is the type of guy to go "No, I'm taking the 5 million" only to sprint through that fucking door when Frankie whispers "Double or nothing". Lucky is the type of guy to walk past an old dead competitor and mutter "skill issue" under their breath. Lucky is the kind of guy to roll around in the glass money ball for enrichment like a hamster in a hamster ball. Lucky's the type of guy to keep going for season after season, for more and more money, until eventually they're not even doing it for the money anymore, relishing in the adrenaline rush and the glory instead. I just really love the idea that the reason why Lucky made it to the end so successfully was not only because of their skills and quick thinking, but because they also match Frankie's freak. Frankie was right: They need each other. They compliment each other. They enable each other in the worst ways possible. One wants to put the other through gradually more elaborate and deadly situations to increase ratings, and the other runs headfirst into those situations with the same energy as someone going cliff diving. It's like enrichment for them.

[starlitmelanin]

ᡣ𐭩ྀི birthday blues; t.alexander-arnold

pairing - trent x varsity!fem!reader

word count - 2.9k

warnings - none

summary - you’re stressed out about trent’s birthday, because what on earth do you get a man who already has everything?

it's not like you can just roll up with a box of chocolates and call it a day. this man's used to the best of the best, and while he's never made you feel like you weren't enough or didn't fit into his world, the reality is you're still a varsity student, still trying to stretch your monthly budget to cover textbooks, takeout, and the occasional night out with your girls.

and trent? well, trent can have anything he wants, whenever he wants. you've watched him casually browse designer websites like he's scrolling through twitter, picking out shoes that cost more than your rent with a kind of nonchalance that makes your head spin.

so, no, a simple birthday card from the campus bookstore isn't going to cut it. this is your first birthday together as a couple — you've got to make it special.

but how?

like, you've been lying in bed for hours now, phone in hand, scrolling aimlessly through shopping websites, pinterest, and even resorting to typing "what to get your rich boyfriend for his birthday" into google. nothing is helping. in fact, everything's making it worse. because even though you've got a list of ideas in your notes app, none of them seem to match up to the weight of what you feel this gift should be.

"babe, you don't have to go all out," trent had said during a conversation you had with him earlier in the week, flashing you that pretty smile that somehow makes everything feel like it'll be fine. "whatever you get me, i'm gonna love it. i'm just happy to spend the day with you."

but that's the thing, though. you want to go all out. he deserves it. even if he's not asking for it, you know he would never say anything if you just showed up with something basic—but it would eat away at you. you'd remember it every year.

so, yeah, no pressure or anything. just your sanity slowly slipping away as the days inch closer to his birthday and you still have no clue what to do.

your friends have been no help either. a bunch of suggestions that are either way too expensive or feel way too impersonal. "just get him something sentimental," one of them had said, but you're not even sure what counts as sentimental when you've only been dating for a few months.

like, are you supposed to pull some dramatic pinterest diy project out of nowhere? is that your lane now? because you're not crafty. you're not about to break out the arts and crafts just to end up frustrated and glue-stained.

you're definitely overthinking this, and you know it, but you can't stop. you keep picturing the day itself. like, what if you get him something and he likes it but doesn't love it? what if he's too polite to say it but deep down, he's thinking, "wow, she really couldn't put more effort into this?"

it doesn't help that every time you bring up his birthday, trent just brushes it off like it's no big deal. "it's just another day," he says, shrugging, but you know it's more than that. his birthday is a big deal to you because he's a big deal to you.

you can't let this flop.

days are passing by faster than you'd like, and you still haven't made any progress. now it's the weekend before his birthday, and you're sitting on the floor of your apartment, surrounded by discarded ideas. you've gone from designer cologne (too basic) to a surprise trip (too expensive) to planning a cute dinner night in (too... ordinary?).

it's gotten to the point where you're spiralling. full-on stress mode. you're overthinking everything, imagining how disappointed he might be, how awkward the whole thing could feel, and for what? he hasn't said anything that makes you think he's expecting something grand, but it's like your brain is running on a loop, replaying worst-case scenarios.

you're deep in your thoughts when your phone buzzes. it's trent. a simple text.

trent: wanna come over?

you sigh, conflicted. on one hand, you'd love to see him and spend the day wrapped up in each other like you usually do, but on the other hand, you feel like you should be using every spare second to figure this gift thing out. but it's trent, and maybe seeing him will take your mind off the stress for a bit. so, you grab your keys and head out.

when you get to his place, trent's already waiting for you at the door, looking casual as ever in sweats and a hoodie. he greets you with a grin that immediately makes some of the tension in your shoulders ease up. you can't help but smile back, even though the stress is still simmering in the back of your mind.

he pulls you into a hug, kissing the top of your head as he mumbles, "missed you."

"you saw me yesterday," you laugh softly, burying your face in his chest, inhaling the scent of his cologne. it's the same cologne you thought about getting him for his birthday, but now that you're here with him, it feels too safe, too... expected.

"still missed you," he murmurs, pulling back slightly to look at you. "you okay?"

God, how does he always know?

"yeah," you lie, but it's not convincing. trent raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it, but he doesn't press. instead, he just leads you inside, hand slipping into yours like it always does.

you spend the afternoon curled up on the couch, watching some random show neither of you are really paying attention to. trent's arm is draped over your shoulders, his fingers occasionally brushing against your arm, but your mind keeps drifting. keeps thinking about the damn gift.

it's not until he asks, "you sure you're alright?" that you realise you've been quiet for too long.

you glance up at him, debating whether or not to just tell him. you don't want to admit how stressed you've been about something that probably seems insignificant to him. but trent's looking at you with that soft, patient expression, and before you know it, the words are tumbling out.

"it's just... your birthday," you mumble, picking at the hem of your shirt, avoiding his gaze. "i wanna get you something special, but i don't know what to get you. you have everything already."

there's a pause, and for a moment, you worry you've said too much. but then you hear him laugh. not in a mean way, but in that gentle, amused way he does when you've overcomplicated something in your head.

"babe," he says softly, cupping your chin and turning your face so you're looking at him. "you don't have to stress over that. i don't need anything fancy or expensive. i just wanna spend time with you."

you feel your chest tighten a little because, logically, you know he's right. but still... it's his first birthday with you. it feels like it should be more.

"i know," you mumble, eyes flicking away from his. "but i just want it to be perfect."

"it will be," he promises, leaning down to steal a kiss. "because you'll be there."

and maybe that's all that matters, but still...

—

the next couple of days are a blur.

classes, assignments, and late-night scrolling sessions trying to figure out the perfect present. you've moved past the point of practicality. now, you're grasping at straws. googling things like "unique gifts for the man who has everything" and getting absolutely nowhere. your notes app is full of crossed-out ideas, your stress level rising with each passing day.

by the time thursday rolls around, you're a full-on wreck. trent's birthday is next monday, and the thought of showing up with something underwhelming—or worse, empty-handed—has you on edge. you've always been the type to put pressure on yourself, to want everything to be just right, especially when it comes to people you care about. and trent? well, trent's at the top of that list now, no question.

it randomly hits you at 2:19 in the morning, that spark of inspiration you were so desperate for, the puzzle pieces of your chaotic brain finally starting to click into place. and as you brush your teeth before class a few hours later, you replay the idea in your mind.

you obviously still need to work out the details, but at least you have direction now. no more over-the-top ideas. nothing that screams, "i tried too hard." instead, you're going for something more personal, something that shows trent how much you've been paying attention to the small things.

because, really, that's what this relationship has been about for you—finding beauty in the details. sure, trent's life is loud and flashy, but what you've learned in the past few months is that it's the quiet moments, the ones where it's just the two of you, that really matter.

like the nights where you read him your biochem thesis because you want a second opinion (and, bless him, he never understands a thing). or the mornings where you wake up tangled in his sheets, 15 minutes late for whatever morning class you have. or the late-night talks where he opens up in ways you know he doesn't do with most people.

that's what you want to capture. that's what his birthday should reflect.

the rest of the week passes in a blur, a whirlwind of classes, your part-time job, and late-night planning sessions. every free moment you get, you're jotting down notes, sketching ideas, making phone calls, and somehow managing to keep all of this hidden from trent. it's not easy—he's nosy as hell, always asking what you're up to, but you've gotten good at playing it off, keeping him in the dark just enough to maintain the element of surprise.

you've already set everything in motion. well, mostly. there are still a few loose ends to tie up, but it's all coming together in a way that feels right.

on the morning of his birthday, you both settle on a time that works—right after your last class and after he's done with training. by the time he gets to your place that evening, you're all giddy, eyes beaming as you open the door for him.

and he's instantly on you, arms smoothly slipping around your waist, pulling you to him just as you close the door. he leans down, pressing his lips to your exposed shoulder — gentle, lingering kisses, his breath warm against your skin. "hi, baby."

"trent..." you murmur, trying to sound disapproving because you can almost guess where this is going, but failing miserably. it comes out softer than you intended, more like an invitation than a scolding.

he hums against your skin, his lips brushing the curve of your neck now, his hands tightening just a bit on your waist, pressing your back to his front. "hmm?"

his lips move to your jawline next, and you reach back with one hand, tangling your fingers in the soft curls at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. he takes the hint, pressing more kisses along the side of your face now, trailing up to your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth.

"so pretty," trent turns you around slowly, his hands still on your waist, guiding you until you're facing him. his eyes are dark, a little playful, but there's something else there too—something softer, deeper.

you barely have time to register that look before his lips are on yours, soft and sweet. it's not hurried or frantic, but there's an urgency to it, and you kiss him back just as passionately, your hands clutching his shirt, your body leaning into his. it's instinctual now, the way your whole being responds to him.

when you finally pull back, both of you breathing a little heavier, trent rests his forehead against yours, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. there's a lazy smile on his lips, the kind that makes your heart do a little flip in your chest.

"wait, you're distracting me," you laugh quietly, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. "i have a surprise for you."

he smiles, his lips brushing against your forehead now. "yeah?"

you nod, grinning as you lead him over to the living room, where you've set everything up. on the coffee table, there's a small collection of items: a few handwritten letters, a disposable camera, and a small, leather-bound journal.

trent raises an eyebrow, glancing between you and the table, clearly intrigued but not sure what to expect.

"so, i know you don't need anything," you start, your voice suddenly a little shaky as you sit down beside him. "and i didn't wanna get you something you could just buy yourself. so... i thought about what would mean the most to you. and, well... this is what i came up with."

you hand him the journal first, feeling a knot of nerves tighten in your stomach as he unties the string and carefully opens it.

the pages are filled with handwritten notes, photos, and little mementos from your time together so far. it's not just a scrapbook or a diary; it's a love letter. every page is a piece of your relationship — the silly inside jokes, the photos of the two of you at your favourite café, the pressed flowers from the first bouquet he ever gave you, the ticket stubs from the movie you saw on your second date. it's a collection of memories, a reminder of how far you've come in such a short time.

it's quiet for a while, the only sound being the soft rustle of paper as he turns the pages. you watch him carefully, trying to gauge his reaction, but his face is unreadable.

finally, he reaches the last page—a note you wrote, a few simple words; happy birthday, trent. thank you for being you. thank you for seeing me. i love you.

he's quiet for a moment, his eyes scanning the words, thumb tracing over the ink. when he finally looks up, there's this... softness in his eyes, a depth of emotion you don't always see from him.

"this is perfect," he sets the journal aside and pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your temple. "thank you, baby."

you feel a wave of relief wash over you, but you're not done yet. next, you hand him the disposable camera.

"i know you're used to having a million pictures taken of you all the time, but... i thought it might be nice to have something just for us. we can take pictures whenever, wherever. and at the end of the roll, we'll get them developed and see what moments we've captured."

trent turns the camera over in his hands, a warm, appreciative smile gracing his lips. "this is... yeah, this is really thoughtful. i didn't expect this."

and finally, you hand him the letters. "these are from the people closest to you. i asked them to write you something personal, something that shows how much you mean to them."

he looks up at you, his eyes soft, a mix of gratitude and something deeper reflecting in them. "you really went all out for this, didn't you?"

you shrug, feeling a little shy now that everything's out in the open. "i just wanted you to feel appreciated. i didn't want to get you something that didn't mean anything."

trent's quiet for a moment, just looking at you, and then he sets everything aside and pulls you into his arms, holding you close.

"you're amazing," he says, his voice all soft and thick with emotion. "seriously. this is the best gift i've ever had."

you feel the tension drain from your body as you bury your face in his chest, a smile spreading across your lips because, yeah. all the stress, all the overthinking, it was worth it.

"i love you," trent pulls back slightly, his hand cupping your cheek as he looks down at you. "more than i even know how to say."

your heart stutters at that. you've both danced around the words for a while now, neither of you wanting to rush into saying them, but hearing him say it now, in this moment, feels right.

"i love you too," you whisper, your fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt as you pull him closer, your lips meeting in a soft, lingering kiss.

when you finally pull away, he rests his forehead against yours again, his hand sliding down to rest on your hip. "best birthday i've had," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your cheek, and you laugh softly, your heart full.

"i'm glad," you say, smiling as you snuggle closer to him, his arms wrapping around you like a safety net. "but it's not over yet."

he raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "oh? what else do you have planned?"

you grin, leaning back just enough to meet his gaze. "i figured we'd spend the rest of the night doing... whatever you want."

trent chuckles, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "whatever i want, huh?"

"yep," you nod, biting your lip to keep from smiling too wide. "you're the birthday boy, after all."

"careful," he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "i might hold you to that."

and he does hold you to it.

all night long.

[st0rmyskies]

What Your Favorite Link Says About You

A.k.a. The Links as tarot cards/your rising sign/your blood type.

Time

You're likely an older Zelda fan. Ibuprofen has become a food group for you. Anyone who thinks OoT isn't the greatest Zelda game has you clutching your pearls and tutting. Kids these days don't know how good they have it.

You are a person to whom young people come for advice, either in your career or in life in general. You're happy to give it, especially because you love to help, but on the inside you're silently screaming, What?? Why me???

You may have trouble sleeping through the night. Even if it's not every night, there are some where you just can't turn your brain off and worries or worst-case scenarios just keep playing and replaying ad nauseaum.

You enjoy time in solitude to appreciate the beauty of nature. I bet you know how to braid a mean daisy crown.

“The flow of time is always cruel...” - Some event in your life took your innocence from you, perhaps much too early. You grew up quickly because of it.

Legend

Either you had a crush on the emo kid in high school or you were the emo kid in high school.

You might be jaded by the world, but you still have a solid work ethic and a soft heart despite it all. Even if you hide it all beneath a healthy layer of sass.

You possess a multitude of skills, not all of which are related. Anytime a friend needs a piece of clothing mended or a picture frame hung on the wall or a leak in a faucet addressed, you have the tools and the willingness to help.

Either you have a history of moving frequently when you were young, or you have a restless spirit. You may never quite feel 'at home' in any given place.

"But, verily, it be the nature of dreams to end." - You’ve suffered a meaningful loss in your life and you have a hard time opening up again because of it. 

Hyrule

You root for the underdog, or perhaps you are the underdog. Any of those "against all odds" stories just hit you square in the chest.

Somewhat quiet by nature, you do vital work behind the scenes but you aren't the type to seek out a leadership position. Leave the limelight to somebody else, please.

You might sell yourself short when it comes to your skills and abilities, but you should believe in yourself, man! You can do it!!

You have a capricious streak in you that rears its head now and again. That smile can look sharp and devilish in the right light.

"It's dangerous to go alone!" - You either already have or are destined to find 'that one person' with whom you can open up and truly be yourself. 

Twilight

I'm willing to put money on the fact that Twilight Princess was your first Zelda game.

You have a strong sense of justice and get really bent out of shape when you encounter unfairness or flaw in the system, whatever that may be. You might be considered an outsider in some way because of this.

You're the friend who scoops spiders up in a cup and sets them outside. Live and let live.

You were the 'wolf kid' in middle school. Come on, those amazing tie dye shirts? Wolf Woman? Julie of the Wolves?? Even if you kept it inside, it was there in some way.

"Your current power would disgrace the proud green of the hero's tunic you wear." - You put a lot of stock in the opinions of others and hold yourself to a higher standard because of it. Sometimes that standard isn't achievable, though, so try to be kind to yourself. 

Sky

You, my friend, have a soft heart. You're generally a happy-go-lucky sort of person. You're likely to make excuses for those who've been mean to you in the past and come out as friends on the other side.

You're crafty, or at the very least good with your hands. You're the type to give someone a handmade gift rather than go buy something for them for their birthday, a holiday, etc.

You have a strong affinity for your friends. If anything bad were to happen to them, you'd turn violent at the drop of a hat.

You may have some level of chronic illness that affects you. Although you might do things in a different way or at your own pace, though, you still come out on top.

"You fight like no man or demon I have ever known." - You have the capability for great things. World-changing sorts of things. Don't give up!

Wild

You're some flavor of neurodivergent, if I had to guess I'd say ADHD. You have 42 tabs open in your brain at any given time and you have no idea which one the music is coming from.

You're an incredibly creative person, although you might have trouble finishing tasks/works-in-progress. Doesn't mean you didn't learn something along the way!

Rigid guidelines or deadlines stress you out. You'd rather be given a goal and decide for yourself when and how to get there. When you do have a deadline, you're a bit of a procrastinator.

Sometimes you don’t get the 'right' way to do things, but you carve your own path--although sometimes it's unorthodox--and get there in your own time.

"Courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten." - In spite of how your life changes you, for better or for worse, you have a driving inspiration or ethic or vocation that moves you forward at all costs.

Warriors

Those who don't know you well tend to boil you down to one or two trite traits. In reality, you contain multitudes. Most people couldn't handle all of you, not that they deserve to know even part of you.

You tend to lay it on thick--be that your charm, attitude, or whatever else your social shield might be--because you're hiding some deeper secret or insecurity at your core.

You're the mom friend or the planner in your group, or perhaps you're the oldest child. You’ll pass on an authority role if and when you can, but likely you’re still involved in some supervisory capacity in a given situation. 

You kill spiders with fire. Show NO mercy.

"You dare raise the blade of evil's bane to me? So be it. Hyrule's blood will be on your hands." - You have strong convictions and you aren't afraid to take risks, major risks, to do what you know to be right.

Four

Babe, if you ain't short, you've got short person energy. You scare me a little bit tbh.

You were praised for not being a problem child growing up, or for being very responsible at a young age.

You have a vivid imagination! You may have had an imaginary friend as a child or lived in your own little world altogether. I bet your notebook pages were strewn with little doodles in school.

You're a lover of information. If you could choose between an afternoon at the library or a movie matinee, it would be the former.

"Hanging around with you fools is dangerous for my health." - You're the snark friend, aren't you.  

Wind

You are extroverted to a fault. You need the company of others to recharge that social battery. The quintessential golden retriever friend.

You had active involvement in the music and theatre department. I'd be surprised if you weren't in at least one show in high school.

Having adventures is where it's at! You're a big fan of travel, either cross-country road trips or international flights. You could happily live out of a suitcase.

You tend to make friends easily wherever you go. If everyone in this classroom/workplace/bar doesn't know your name already, they will pretty quick.

"I have been waiting for you, boy... Do not betray my expectations.” - Against all odds, you've proven yourself to be worthy of great things. Screw what fate has in store! You're the type to take your own destiny by the 'nads.

[koolades-world]

Can you do some crack headcanons for Obey Me where some accident causes MC to temporary get wings that are not only huge af but also let them fly super fast? Like a singular flap could cause MC to almost bump into the ceiling at Diavolo's castle alone. They can also zoom through the air at high speeds and you can just hear the "ZYOOOOOM"

One thing I can imagine is Lucifer teaching MC how to fly and immediately regretting it cuz he's the only one who can get even remotely close to them when they're flying and MC finds it funny to fly away from him(it's also out of fear of what will happen once he gets them)

hi! haha yeah of course! this is too funny can kinda imagine mc going splat like a in a cartoon LOL

let's set the scene: solomon fed you something weird that he cooked up in a cauldron after promising you something you want, and this makes you grow these super large, super strong wings. he swears they'll go away eventually, but it's up to you if you believe that or not. how does your man react?

Mc with temporary wings

Lucifer

kinda like a disapproving dad for accepting yet another strange potion from solomon

despite this, he takes you under his wing (haha get it?) and teaches you how to control them

once you get comfortable, you invite him to play games that he pretends he doesn't have time for but always joins in on. he secretly really enjoys having someone to

gosh,,, sky tag 🥺 the silly potential is endless since in the sky, there are no expectation for either of you

Mammon

probably also would have taken that offer from solomon

as another wing haver, he can help you out a little

the first time he tried to give you lessons, you accidentally smacked him in the face and sent him into the wall behind you

after that, he’s much more careful, and once you get the hang of it, he's teaching you his crafty ways

Levi

manages to reference at least three different animes he's seen around the situation

he thinks your wings are so cool but won't admit it

at one point, he takes you diving at Siren Beach for fun since you would be able to move through the water quickly with the large wings. lotan joins and you end up finding lots of cool stuff!

afterwards, he helps you dry off your wings since that wasn't exactly something you thought about before you got in the water

Satan

he's quick to ask solomon about how he made the potion out of curiosity

also asks if he can study your wings and watches you as you learn to fly

kinda goes science mode on you

since he knows how tiring carrying around that new weight must be, so he gives you lots of tasty food to replenish your energy, and offers you massages! (he learnt from simeon, the best)

Asmo

over the moon! he thinks they're so beautiful and almost wants to ask solomon to give him a pair too

he will accessorize you even if you run away, so expect lots of him hustling after you with all his ribbons and bows in hand

"Mc, sweetie, you're gonna look so cute!" is holding the ugliest old lady esque bows ever

teaches you all his favorite arial tricks even though both of you realize early on that you don't have the agility required with how large your wings are

Beel

can't comprehend how fast you are with those things

even though he also has wings, you fly circles around him with yours (if you even have the control for that)

quickly introduced you to aerial sports and the two of you find games to play together, even though it's kinda hard considering how different your wings and skillsets are

since they're only temporary, he wants you to make the most of them, and takes you sight seeing!

Belphie

you're literally just a pillow as far as he's concerned now

they're perfect for wrapping himself in and if you wanted, you could hide the two of you in them

when you're practicing flying, he yells out all sorts of useless "useful" tips, such as not to run into something you've already hit

he just sits on the sidelines, wrapped in a blanket, watching lazily amused

[merrybloomwrites]

Damien Haas - Minor Injury

Summary: An accident at work leads to you getting injured. Damien is there to take care of you.

Word Count: 849

CW: description of injury, blood, stitches

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“Hey Damien, we need you. It’s Y/N.”

If the words didn’t immediately worry Damien, Tommy’s serious tone definitely would.

“What’s wrong?” Damien asks, quickly getting up from his desk. “Is she okay?”

“I don’t know fully, they just sent me to get you. They said there was an accident, I think,” Tommy explains.

Tommy backs out of the room and leads Damien down a hallway into one of the studio spaces. As a member of the art department, you’d been building a set for a new show all day. Damien is always amazed by how crafty you are, at everything you’re able to create.

You’re incredibly handy, so it surprises him to hear that you’ve gotten hurt working on a project. 

It seems to take ages to get to you, Damien’s anxiety spiking at not knowing how badly you’re injured. When he finally sees you he has to take a deep breath before he can go to you. Because despite all the bad scenarios his mind had been filled with, he’s still unprepared for the sight in front of him. 

You’re seated on the floor, your back against the wall. There’s a towel on your head and another on your thigh, both of them stained with blood. There’s a crowd surrounding you, and while Damien knows your friends are just looking to see if you’re okay, he also knows you wouldn’t want so much attention. Especially not when you’re hurt and vulnerable. 

He works his way to you, the other crew members shifting to let him through. You’re reassuring everyone that you’re okay, but when Damien gets closer he can tell how hurt and scared you are. 

“Can we have some space please?” He asks and everyone clears the room except Zoe who is focused on your wounds.

“Hey baby,” Damien says gently and he gets on the floor next to you. Now that all the others are gone your tears start to fall. Damien wipes them away and asks Zoe, “How is she?”

“The cut on her head isn’t too bad, probably just needs some bandages. It’s the one on her leg I’m more worried about. It didn’t hit anything major, and her jeans protected her a bit, but it’s still a pretty bad gash. Definitely needs stitches,” she explains. 

“What happened?” He asks next. 

You sniffle before saying, “I really don’t know. I was cutting a piece of wood and it just slipped and the wood hit me in the head and knocked the saw out of my hand and it landed on my leg.” 

“Yikes,” he says with a grimace. 

“We should get her to the hospital,” Zoe says. “I’ll drive but can you carry her out?” She asks Damien. 

“I’m fine,” you reply. “I can walk.”

“You shouldn’t be putting any weight on that leg until it’s at least stitched up.”

Damien looks at you and you nod, giving him permission to lift you. He gently places one hand under your arms, the other under your knees, and carefully rises off the ground. He tries not to shift you much, but the slightest movement hurts. When he notices your grimace he places a kiss on your head and murmurs a quiet apology. 

On your way out Ian comes running over, having heard about the incident and wanting to check on his employee/friend. He gets caught up and says to you, “Take as much time as you need to recover okay? Don’t let me see you hear for at least a couple of days. You too Damien, stay home with her if she needs you and we’ll work everything out.”

You both thank him and continue heading to the car. Damien holds you during the drive, helping to keep pressure on both your wounds. Luckily you don’t need to wait too long at the hospital. As Zoe guessed, you just need some bandages on your head. You’re also told you have a minor concussion, which doesn’t surprise you either if your headache and dizziness are anything to go by. 

When they get to the leg and start to do the stitches you grip Damien’s hand. You’re soothed by the feeling of his thumb rubbing against your skin. 

Zoe drops the two of you off at home, telling you that Shayne would drop off Damien’s car later. The doctor ordered you to take it easy for a couple of days, so Damien quickly makes you comfortable in bed. 

For three days he waits on you, bringing you anything you need. You might milk it a little on the third day, but you can tell Damien knows and is playing along, so you don’t feel too bad about it. 

After a long weekend you assure everyone you’ll be able to return to work Monday morning, so long as you're on painting and decorating rather than construction. 

Laying in bed Sunday night you turn to Damien and say, “Thank you for taking care of me.” 

He puts his arms out, helping you rest against his chest and says, “I will always take care of you. I promise.”

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AN: Thanks for reading! One more Spencer ficlet coming next week!

[erwinsvow]

Here is a bunch of ideas for Robby x shy wife cause your thoughts got mine going

First date: Robby wasn't expecting shy baker to be in an outfit that different from what he's seen you wear at work (pants, basic/band tees, etc) cause he doesn't change that much from work, but then Baker shows up in a dress (fit bodice, flared skirt style), and he loses all train of thought.

First big gift exchange: I'm thinking either his birthday or winter holiday, and turns out Baker is also very crafty and crochet/knit/woven/sewed a big homemade blanket for Robby. (FYI I can crochet an intricate design queen sized blanket in approx. 100hrs, so it's doable). Robby just melt and also be so excited, then feel self conscious that he only got you an expensive baking gadget (kitchenaid mixer, ninja brand equipment, fancy pans). Bonus: Jack staying over at Robby cause snowed in and fully steals the blanket for the night, and attempts most nights afterwards

First fundraising gala: Robby and Baker nearly don't make to the event but he can't keep his hands off you. The champagne is good and plentiful so the shyness leaves and you dance the night away after Robby is done schmoozing. (Maybe Robby has to talk to some Bigwigs so Jack swoops in and dances with you too, while smirking at Robby over your shoulder)

Moving in together: Turns out Robby's bachelor pad and your single apartment wouldn't really fit you moving in together, and maybe there's a house/condo close by Jack with a large kitchen, accessible shower/bath, space for a little garden.

Sex starts off slow, sweet, not too much dirty talk from Robby until he has a rough day where there weren't traumatic deaths, but just bureaucratic bullshit and you offer to be an outlet, and he doesn't hold back as much, and boom the doors wide open for some rougher/kinker sex.

Robby ends up having to work longer because of accidents that rushed in and you had a date planned, so you end up going to the ER to wait for him. Robby lowkey combusts seeing the outfit you picked for this date (stockings, swishy dress,etc) as Jack and Dana hovers around you enjoying the treats from work

Just AAAAAAAA so many thoughts and ideas for Robby x shy wife (plus Jack)

i literally love all of this so much. especially the first date outfit making his head empty because he's used to the apron and the flour on your cheek and your hair tied up away from your face. seeing you all dolled up for him goshhhh. the idea of him getting such a sweet homemade gift is so lovely, especially since reader would be in a way different tax bracket than him lol. and she gets nervous and shy about that as she does and he hugs her really hard and tells her how much he loves it stoppp. omg i loooove gala ideas it's so cute and fun. jack takes you for a spin after you dance with robby and while watching you two from the bar he gets a comment about 'don't let abbot steal your girl away' and he just chuckles and drinks his scotch because if only they knew what abbot was doing to his girl back at home. i looooove the shows up all pretty and dressed up to the emergency room and everyone's eyes are on her which she hates because this was reserved for robby's eyes only and he's so unable to concentrate on the trauma when you're in his line of vision looked so concerned and shy while dana tries to talk to you while he finishes up. gosh i love this thank you for taking the time to write it all out and share!!!! you should write these too i'd love to see your take on them!!!!

[lunatic-pudge]

Postal Dude SFW and NSFW Headcanons

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I love Postal Dude. He reminds me a lot of Sniper, so that might not help. These can apply to basically any version of Dude you want, but I tend to use PD2 as the default Dude. Those some things would probably be different for PD1.

So yeah, I got stuff that I need to finish working on. I'm halfway done with this one TF2 ask I got. So Imma try to finish that up ASAP.

And warning for sexual stuff and mentions of violence, but considering that this is Postal, the violence part shouldn't be too much of a bother

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SFW

-Oh boy oh boy, where do I even begin with my baby boy Dude. Postal was something I always had a slight intrest in but now it hit me full force so here we are. Plus he's got some similarities to Sniper as well so it doesn't help either. I can't control myself anymore. I need this man pregnant and i need it NOW!

-But anyways, Imma start throwing some stuff out there. This poor babe has been through it. He's been through Hell and back, literally.  He's gotten better over the years, but there are times where things feel like they're getting worse again. He's gotten better with dealing with it. Though, he's not the best when comforting his partner if they're struggling mentally. He tries his best, but he's just so unsure of what to do. He's good at sitting with you, having an arm wrapped around you as you hold onto him, venting your problems out. It's easy for him to be a listening ear. Any advice from him is probably not good advice. If there's something you want, he'll get it for you. A blanket? Done. Some ice cream? Okay, what flavor. It's the little things

-If you wanna be with this mess of a man, you gotta be semi comfortable with the violence. He's gonna be coming home almost every night covered in blood, acting like he didn't just kill someone over a doughnut. And you gotta be comfortable with his massive collection of weapons. He'll teach you how to use them so you can protect yourself if he isn't around.

-Which leads me to the fact that he WILL kill for you. Whether it'd be to protect you, to prove that he loves you, or even out of jealousy. He can be convinced to not kill someone but it does take some persuasion. He just wants to keep you safe, and he trusts no one but you, especially since the people of Paradise are rather "interesting". Though, he might just wait for you to be out of sight to kill the person you wanted spared... Oops...

-His love language is acts of services and physical touch. Homie won't be able to keep his hands off you. Sexual or not, he NEEDS to feel you. It makes him feel sane to know you're there and real. And if you need help with something, he's there to help you with it. He'd love it if you'd go on errands with him. It'd make things less boring AND it means more time to spend with you

-Also, to be with this man means Champ needs to approve of you first. Champ is his baby, so if Champ doesn't like you then clearly you aren't worth his time. But if Champ approves of you and you love and spoil him, then you might just be marriage material

-He's such a goofball. He'll be constantly teasing you. Not a day goes by where he isn't lovingly tormenting you over something dumb. He does it cause he loves you. He means no harm with it and will let off it if asked. Don't let him know about any sensitive or ticklish spots of yours cause he WILL be using those spots against you

-Very big on being able to laze around with you and doing nothing. Laying together on the bed or couch, alcohol and snacks readily available, and music playing in the background. He's a bully in a sense where he would want his music playing, claiming to have good taste in music. So hopefully, you like the same music as him. So stuff like Tool, Nine Inch Nails, KMFDM, etc. (Though in my own little world, I could see him crying over Mitski, plz don't judge)

-If you're a crafty person and you make something for him, he could cry from how happy it makes him. He loves seeing you work your stuff. Doesn't matter what it is (drawing, painting, sewing, crocheting,  etc.) he likes watching. It's calming to him. He'd def cry if you made anything Champ related. If you draw or paint, youre art is getting hung up on the walls. If you sew, knit, or crochet and you make him or Champ something to wear, then they'll be wearing what you made them proudly. Though he won't wear said stuff outside cause he doesn't wanna dirty them. He'd feel bad for ruing all your hard work

-Have I mentioned how spoiled he is yet? Cause he is. He's a very needy baby. Constantly wanting your time, attention, and affection. Almost never giving you a second of privacy cause he needs to be in your personal bubble. Oh, you locked the bathroom door so you could enjoy a bath in peace for once? Too bad, cause Dude's already picked the lock and hanging out with you. And if you don't stop him, he'll join you in the tub, with or without clothes on. He's essentially a cat that will scratch at the door til you let him in. If you're at work or he's running errands, he'll be texting you nonstop. Keeping you updated on the chaos he's causing and spamming you with Champ pics.

-He also has an abundance of photos of you. Some of just you doing whatever (yes even sleeping), you and Champ, you and Dude, and even all three of you together. You may not even know all of the photos he has of you. And yes, he will show you off, proud he has such a baddie and no one else does. But you also need to know that he isn't scared to take some of the worst photos of you. We're talk 0.5x forehead photos that make it look like you got a big ass forehead. He doesn't care. He loves everything about you and nothing will change that.

-Love seeing you wear his clothes. He thinks it's so cute how big his shirts look on you, the smaller you are, the better. He's very encouraging of you wearing his clothes. Sometimes, it gets him a little too excited, especially when you don't wear any pants, may God help you when that happens...

NSFW

-Loves biting you, once he starts he can't stop. He will have you marked up from head to toe by the time he's done with you. He would like it if you did the same to him. He'll ecourage you to leave some extra marks on him and especially his more sensitive areas. Same rules apply for scratching as well. He loves seeing the all the bites, bruises, and scratches you leave on him. And he feels such pride when he sees them on you

-He's the perfect person to have a hand kink for. He's got them long, spidery fingers that can leave goosebumps along your skin. He'd gladly shove his fingers down your throat if you want. His hands do tend to be littered with cuts and burns but don't think that will stop anything. The extra pain adds to the experience for him

-Yeha, he's kind of a masochist. There's just something about the way you inflict pain on him that gets him going. You could come up behind him and bite him and that's all you need to do for him to get the message. He will let you WRECK him however you want

-Does like degraded by only a little bit. He wants to be called a slut and to be told how vile he is for wanting to be used like a toy. But sometimes he has limits. He does need praises though. He could go on for hours praising you, and he would like to be able to be praised as well. He'd rather be praised than degraded. Especially during aftercare. Tell him how much of a good boy he is and how well he did. He'll love you forever if you do

-Is it wrong to say that I can see him having a Mommy kink? This might be from hearing the one line of his but there's just something about him that screams "let me call you Mommy plz". halp

-I've been making him sound like such a total sub but he can be dominant if you want. He tends to be more on the rough side when he doms though so do be prepared for it. He'd love to have you tied up and blindfolded, helpless as to what he's gonna do next. Loves making you beg

-peghimpeghimpeghimpeghimpeghim, do it. Nothing's stopping you. You'll get some of the best noises out of him if you peg him. He's is such a dirty little slut. Peg him and make him beg!

[fatratinatophat]

Promised you guys your Scraps and Goob headcanons since that poll won so here they are!

If someone wants to steal these, you're more than welcome to, I'd prefer getting credit if possible. If someone ends up using these for a comic or fanfic or something I'd love to see it so pls tag me or PM me I love reading my silly things :]

Scraps made Goob because she wanted a fellow Toon that would share her interests and hang out with her since the others weren’t really particularly crafty and didn’t share her interests

Goob just randomly showed up in Gardenview one day, both employees and other toons were extremely confused but the company decided to monetize on the free toon. His random appearance is also why he’s not on almost any posters

Goob was originally her height but he ended up growing a lot taller than her, Scraps is not happy about this development

His sharp teeth were also unintended, growing in randomly as he got bigger, Scraps was very confused

She originally planned to make his arms like the rest of his body, but underestimated the amount of fabric it would take to make him, so she improvised with long strips of rubber, poly beads (Makes them heavy) and red and blue felt to make his hands, which is why they look out of place (She intended to replace them, he wanted to keep them)

He couldn’t lift his arms for weeks because they were too heavy, eventually he figured it out

Dog and cat coded, you can guess who’s who

Both get zoomies cause I said so

Scraps WILL sit in boxes and circles on the floor, you cannot stop her

Scraps purrs and kneads when they’re both just hanging out instinctively

Goob is tall, Scraps is short

Goob is extremely clumsy, and this causes him to get rips pretty frequently, Scraps usually sews him up, whenever a spot starts to look too strange cause of all the sewing, she will cover it with a custom patch

Scraps is made of construction paper with her hands being Pom poms, her parts have to get replaced quite frequently, Goob helps her with this

Goob is usually very calm and non confrontational however, if someone is bullying Scraps and ONLY Scraps, he gets slightly violent and will slap whoever was talking to her rudely, this hurts quite a bit because of the poly beads in his hands. Nobody dares to say anything rude to Scraps when her brother’s nearby (Except the rare Shrimpo insult when he forgets)

He has ONLY ever slapped Shrimpo and various Gardenview employees

Scraps has mauled the employees on multiple occasions because they were mean to her brother so they try and avoid him whenever they’re together (Which is almost all the time)

The both of them get put in “time out” whenever they get aggressive towards the employees, where they’re locked in a closet for a couple hours as a punishment. This does not persuade them, it just makes Scraps mad (If one of them is stuck in time out, the other will refuse to work until they’re freed so they never stay in there long)

Goob doesn’t get treated particularly well because of his random appearance (New toon to look after while you’re getting paid minimum wage who’s clingy) so the employees don’t bother taking proper care of him. Scraps hates this and has made it her personal goal to make the employee’s lives a living hell so Goob’s considered the “obedient” one (He’s still a good boy even though the employees suck)

The two of them are basically attached at the hip, rarely ever apart for long periods of time, let alone at all

Neither of them can feel pain because they’re made of craft materials, they can feel what’s happening to them though it just doesn’t hurt

When either of them lose all their hearts in a round, they don’t die they just simply are incapable of moving anymore (Ripped off arms/legs, etc)

Phew alright I’m done, might edit this in the future if I get any better ideas to add but here they are, all the headcanons I have so far for these 2. Can you tell I think about them too much?

Below is ur promised doodles (They’re very low effort they’re not good also do me a favor and pretend I drew Scraps’ head right in the first image, ok?)

[rileyslibrary]

I imagine that Ghost is pretty crafty and as we know already from other stories, he is always eager to help. What if reader asks him for help to assemble some piece of IKEA furniture? Something big like a closet or even a kitchen, the stuff you can't really build on your own (or it's much easier with help at least).

I don't know how much experience you have with this stuff, but oh my god... The amount of time I already spend during my life sorting these bags of screws, losing my marbles over the instructions, getting into arguments with my partner because I wasn't holding something properly for his liking, the giant pieces of cardboard packaging I had to fold and cram into the dumpster... And then ordering pizza afterwards and being proud of what we did and admiring this stupid new dresser we got like it's some piece of art. Oh memories... :)

Indeed, he’s eager to help, but if you’re the stubborn I-need-help-but-let-me-try-by-myself-first type, I feel he would just sit there and watch you make a mess. You probably didn’t revisit the instructions either, did you? What’s that? You read them once, and that’s enough? Tsk tsk tsk.

Well, he holds the manual, just in case. And he reads it, and it takes so much effort from him not to snatch that L tool thingy they give you with the unassembled furniture and start doing it himself. You called him for the heavy stuff anyway, so he should probably wait until you ask for help.

But you don’t, and, as expected, you start projecting your anger towards him.

“You’re not helping.”

“What do you want me to do?” he asks. “Just say it.”

You look at the instructions in his hand. “What does it say?” you mumble and nod at the booklet.

“It says that you’re doing it wrong,” he replies.

You give him that look that you’re about to lash out at any minute, and he changes tactics without being fazed at all by your attitude. He just wants the job done and you to be happy. And pizza afterwards, of course.

He starts walking around your mess, pointing at pieces of furniture and screws, instructing you while reading the booklet.

“Take this,” he orders while holding a piece of wood and stabilising it with his knee, “Put the screw in here.” and points at the hole.

You do as you’re told. The fact that you’re now seeing progress is enough to shut you up.

After you finish your project, you feel triumphant and need some pizza. He’s hungry, too, but something still bothers him. He doesn’t show it and asks if you can order while he cleans up the cardboard boxes you used to lay the pieces onto.

You go to the other room and call your local pizzeria. He, in return, takes the tools and secretly goes through every screw you’ve placed, tightening them so that it doesn’t fall on you.

[yandere-sins]

pls feed us with more rhys headcanons. nsfw or sfw !! - 🌙 moon anon

I've had that request in my asks for so long because I always wanted to write more but also had emotionally closed Rhys' chapter on this blog, but he is and always will be my fucking menace baby and I do have some more thoughts to share ;;♥

(Also tagging @glacierleice because I know you love him just as much! ♥)

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Daily Rhys ☀️

♡ For someone who prioritized being a social butterfly and well-liked all throughout his young adulthood, he is actually a big homebody. Rhys forced himself outside all the time, to parties and outings, just so he could keep up his image of the cool guy, but once he settles with you, he's quickly turning out to be an introvert. It's easier to watch over you this way, and he seems comfortable hanging out with you all day, almost looking sad when he has to go out without you. No one would know since Rhys keeps up being friendly and approachable outwardly with customers and neighbors, but he only cares for you, so why would he go out? He's very crafty, not just when using ropes for your restraints, but also for fixing broken machines and making you new furniture. You'll never have to go without enough space on shelves because Rhys will immediately get his things to make you a new one! You might not appreciate the creativity of his tools and projects when he uses them to punish you, but for everyday life, they are very handy!

♡ Rhys is obsessed with your hands. Hand-holding, comparing hands, watching your hands as they work on something—he loves all of it! He'll hold your hand at all times, even while he sleeps. Or play with your fingers while watching a movie, rather than fidgeting with his own. Most of the time, he has to force you, but he'll become grumpy if he doesn't get to nuzzle his face into your palms once a day, dragging them to his face if he must and cupping his own cheeks. In winter, he makes sure to moisturize them for you, linking your fingers playfully with a big grin as he puts hand cream on. Every morning, he slips your wedding ring on your finger, kisses it reverently, enjoying the peace it brings him. And he gets mighty upset over every little paper cut or worse. Your wrists, on the other hand? If they aren't raw from his restraints, he'll make sure to get them bloody, latest when the shop is closed, and he gets to drag you upstairs—screaming and crying—to the apartment.

Nightly Rhys 🌙

♡ It is an obvious fact that once Rhys got his hands on a Shibari book for the first time, it became his new favorite pastime. You look divine, strung up and hung from the ceiling, like his beautiful little angel descending from heaven! He takes the few moments he has before he has to take you down to memorize the image, rarely using a camera as the pictures never come close to the true sight. Even when you're crying, sobbing, or wincing in pain, he can't look away, too mesmerized by it. If he does take photos, he has a habit of wanting to show them to you and discuss how beautiful you are from every angle, handling it almost as if you two were browsing through an old photo album of memories. Rhys always keeps the newest picture somewhere on his person in case he's feeling down and unable to be with you right away, the beautiful sight of you bringing a smile back to his lips as he kisses the paper softly, deciding to practice a new pose that night.

♡ One would think he's really overly kinky, and he has his moments where he catches himself thinking bizarre stuff. But his favorite position? Missionary. Hands tied to the headboard over your head, legs spread widely so he can push every inch of himself into you, and either you wrap your legs around voluntarily, or he'll put them in place over his thighs. His arms are on either side of your head, hands beneath it so he can keep you from straining your neck as you two kiss to the point of breathlessness. Your bodies are rubbing tightly together, the warmth mixing as you can both feel each other breathe, nipples brushing against each other, and he can see the glorious face you make as he stimulates you to the point of orgasm. Later in life, Rhys rarely comes first, too mesmerized by the sight of your ecstasy and unable to reach orgasm unless he watched yours. At the end of the day, you are his whole life's purpose, and if he can see you happy just a little bit, then he, too, can feel the same happiness.

[hannahwatcheshorror]

LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS (1986)

This is a horror movie about plants and dentistry, if you know me at all I am going to give this a high score. But really, folks, this is a classic musical horror film that is fun for the whole family. Rick Moranis is not the strongest singer but he makes up for it with heart. Please enjoy how moist they are able to keep the plant's mouth(s).

⭐⭐⭐⭐.5

Trigger Warning Suicidal Ideations

We meet our pretty hapless main characters Seymour and Audrey. Seymour is of course our plant obsessed little nerd and Audrey his main love interest. They work at a plant shop and while Seymour was perusing the wholesale flower market he found a peculiar little plant that he named Audrey II. It looks like a funky little Venus flytrap. Either way they put it in the window of the shop to drum up business and it worked like a charm, people came flooding in to buy the fakest flowers I’ve seen since Final Girls. Audrey dreams of being with Seymour somewhere green (not Skid Row) but keeps dating the creep she is with because she thinks she doesn’t deserve better. Seymour isn’t sure how to keep Audrey II alive and growing so he sings a whole song about it then cuts himself and the plant starts suckling the air so Seymour feeds it his blood and the plant grows! Wack! Business is still booming because the plant is getting them guest spots on the radio (guest star John Candy). 

As Audrey II gets bigger and bigger it demands more blood from Seymour which is stressing him out and literally draining him. We find out Audrey's abusive boyfriend is Steve Martin and he is a crazy dentist who is a sadist (he loves causing pain to others), which would explain why Audrey is always so beaten up. Audrey II sings a song to Seymour about how he needs to eat a whole human being because he is a hungry boy and while Seymour isn’t happy about this at first they narrow in on Audrey’s boyfriend as the target and that makes Seymour happy. We have a special guest star from Bill Murray as a masochist who goes to the dentist and has just the best time ever. Then Seymour goes to the dentist boyfriend to kill him but doesn’t have to because the guy overdoses on laughing gas. The boyfriend asks, “What’d I ever do to you?” and Seymour simply replies, “Nothin’. It’s what you did to her.” Damn. What a baller. Then Seymour drags the body back to Audrey II, hacks it up, and feeds it to the plant. Wack.

Audrey is getting questioned by the police the next morning so Seymour goes over to her, it turns out her boyfriend is missing (shocking). Seymour suggests that maybe that isn’t a bad thing and Audrey tearfully agrees. They sing a song about how Seymour is suddenly there and it is a really good song. They also finally kiss! Things are really on the up and up, right? Wrong! Because the boss saw Seymour hacking up the body and waited ‘til today to say something. The boss is going to turn Seymour in but Audrey II has other plans (gulps that man right up). Seymour does more press with Audrey II and when he makes a little money he plans to run away with Audrey. Seymour takes Audrey aside and asks for her hand in marriage, she agrees and they will be wed that night! But on his way out the door Audrey II asks for more blood, more meat. Seymour refuses to kill anymore but says he will go to the butcher shop and get some fresh meat for the plant. When Seymour is gone, the crafty plant uses its vines to manipulate the phone and call Audrey, beckoning her over.

When Audrey arrives at the flower shop she is greeted by a simply massive plant that almost immediately grabs her with its vines and starts to gobble her up. Seymour comes through the door just in time to grab her feet but he is too late, she has already been gobbled too violently. They have a sad and romantic moment in the alley where Audrey can have her last words. She tells him that she wants him to feed her to the plant, so that her death means something or whatever. It is super sad and very dramatic but it’s her death so let her have this moment. After she passes Seymour places her gently in the plant's mouth and it eats her slowly. Then Seymour goes up to the top of a roof to (apparently) jump off but he is stopped by a salesman who is showing him that he took a clipping from Audrey II and made a new smaller plant and that they are going to be selling them to folks all over the USA. This rocks Seymour to his core and he runs back to the shop.

Seymour starts to argue with the plant about how its plan the whole time was to get itself spread all across the USA, that is why it helped Seymour get famous. The plant just laughs and laughs, grabbing Seymour with its vines and in general being much stronger now that it has three (3) bodies inside of it. It doesn’t take long before Seymour is eaten as well. Audrey II’s are on shelves all across the USA and soon they take over the USA. The Audrey II’s only need about one (1) and a half people before they can basically feed themselves so it really isn’t that unbelievable that a couple of schmucks wouldn’t do just that and doom the planet (thanks Rick Moranis). Now we sit just watching alien plants destroy buildings to rocking music while people and dogs flee in all directions. At least Audrey got one thing right, the future was green.

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[skyrider3217artz]

Safi'jiiva Plush Update

While working on Pukei Kadachi (which is now complete, so go check it out), I was working on the concept for this one (and another, but I'll get to that later).

This is how far I have progressed with this project as of the time of writing. I'll probably need to make adjustments, but it is going along well. This will most likely be a bigger project than anticipated. Thankfully, I have more time on my hands to make any adjustments if needed.

For those wondering, yes, many of my patterns are based on 3D models that I make from scratch.

I always start out with a sketch of the monster in my style. Either the whole thing or parts of it, to get an idea of what details I want. Parts that I sketch out sometimes don't stick and are always subject to change.

Then I make a ref sheet, some of you may recognize the layout of this as a more traditional looking model sheet, just enough for what I need, the shape of the main plush. It just makes the whole modeling process easier and more towards how it will look in testing.

Then I go to modeling. I try to go for sorta low poly, nothing too extreme, but the goal is usually to get a sense of scale and placement of the seam lines for plush making. Here, I can easily make any adjustments like head and wing size (common things I adjust). It's easier for me to take the UVs and make a pattern out of them.

If you read this far, I'll also show another project I've been working on, along with Safij'iiva:

Yes, I am also making an Arkveld plush. This one is pretty far along and might get done sooner than the due date I have for this. I've decided to make 2 of these, one smaller (similar to this size) for a friend and a larger one for a commission.

I'll post updates on this as I go along.

Anyways, stay crafty, friends, and Happy Hunting!

[smilingcrittersthingig]

I found an old unfinished Starstudent fic I made

This was around the early phase of Reborn AU where I only had Dogday and I had a vague understanding of what the critters were supposed to act like

And I think this was supposed to be multiple parts, this is probably the first chapter where I was going to make Kickin fall in love with Bubba

And the rest of the chapters consists of him slowly realizing that and gay panicking while Bubba’s being oblivious to all of it as he makes sure his arm heals correctly

Anyways if you want to read it here you go

Kickin x Bubba

All of the smiling critters are currently busy with certain stuff.

Bobby, Picky, Crafty were drawing on paper, making arts and crafts. Well more like Bobby and Crafty are, Picky seems to just be eating her snacks while watching them by the side. Dogday and Hoppy are playing a game involving a ball, no clue what they’re doing with it, they seem to be playing soccer and then it changes to volleyball next. Catnap is somewhere sleeping in a tree.

“Ughh…” and meanwhile Kickin is sitting on the picnic bench as he watches everyone, bored out of his mind.

He planned on playing with Dogday and Hoppy, but it looked like they were focusing really hard on their match, he didn’t want to interrupt a game between stubborn competitors. Guess they probably made a bet with each other or something.

And sure, drawing with the others would be fun, but he didn’t really feel like getting praised by Crafty after he makes a single line, felt somewhat degrading since she knows drawing isn’t his best asset.

So that just leaves either sitting and sulking the rest of the day, or he hangs out with the other critter who’s also alone… Bubba. He was sitting on the other side of the bench, reading something, probably had something to do with math. He hates the random big numbers and symbols Bubba tried to teach him about.. But anything would be better than sitting and moping.

He leaned in to see what Bubba was reading, it had actual words on it so it can’t be that algebratic or something. He scooted a little closer to him to get a closer look, he could see dialogue and names, one of them was talking about a crime scene and suspects, looks like he was reading a mystery novel, Bubba did mention at one point that he reads those during a sleepover at Dogday’s. And it’s a murder mystery no less, he really is as much of a nerd as he thou—

“Do you need something?” Bubba catches the chicken looking over at him, Kickin gets surprised by the sudden noise, almost falling off the bench. He regains his composure and clears his throat.

“Well I’m checking to see if what you’re reading was cool” He crossed his arms and pulled a grin. Bubba deadpanned him as he raised an eyebrow

“I’m bored.” Kickin immediately confessed,

“Why don’t you go hang out with the others then?” He asks, looking back the page he was on.

“Dogday and Hoppy are too busy playing… whatever it is they’re playing over there” Dogday and Hoppy are now for some reason playing tennis with the ball, how did that happen.

“And I’m not down for accidentally cutting my finger with the scissors.” He leaned his arm on the picnic table, Bubba only replied with a ‘hm’ as he continues to look at the book. Kickin pouts before a lightbulb lit up above him, he can prank Bubba! Great idea, he snickers as he backs off slowly and runs off.

Bubba turned as Kickin went to leave, leaving a sigh of relief as he looks back and flipped through the book.

As time passed, Picky walks over to Bubba. He looks up at her and asks what she wants.

“Bobby and Crafty were wondering if you wanted to join their arts and crafts session” she asked,

“No, thanks but I’ll be fine” Picky nodded and trotted back to the others. Bubba looks at the other two, Dogday and Hoppy are now playing baseball… despite the ball not being baseball sized.

“Hey Bubba~!” He looks over at Kickin, who was smiling mischievously with his hands behind his back, what is he planning?

“…Yes?” Bubba hesitantly asked, dreading what the chicken had in store for him.

“I got you a gift!” He revealed his hidden hands to show a wrapped present. Bubba looked at it suspiciously and then looked up at Kickin who just had that shit-eating-grin.

“No thanks.” He looked away and opened a page. Kickin stands there processing for a few seconds before yelling at Bubba.

“Hey why not!?” Kickin went closer to him,

“I know you did something to it, I’m not gonna humiliate myself for your amusement.” He replied.

“I didn’t do anything to it, promise! Just take it, come on, man!” He was shoving the gift onto Bubba’s face, he finally grabs it, irritated.

“Fine fine. Just stop bothering me.” Kickin’s smile came back as he eagerly watched Bubba open it, he hesitantly unwrapped the ribbons and slowly opened the top. He was then greeted with a party popper hitting him in the face with confetti and the likes. He just stands still annoyed as Kickin was laughing beside him.

“You…” Bubba slowly turned his head to glare at him, but Kickin was too busy laughing his innards out.

“Aw man!… You should’ve seen the look on your face..! HAHA!” He continued to laugh as Bubba just groans, but smiling a little as he watches Kickin get so much laughter out.

Until he sees a ball coming straight for them, his eyes widen and before he can warn Kickin to duck, Kickin gets hit in the arm and loses his balance off the bench, falling on the same arm that got hit. After that, the air was met with Kickin’s pained scream that was so loud, it woke Catnap up. The other critters run over to what happened as Bubba was frozen in shock.

“What happened!?” Picky looked around the whole scene, Crafty stood beside her as she held her hooves over her mouth

“Oh my god, are you okay, Kickin!?” Bobby ran over to Kickin in a state of worry and concern, Hoppy was panicking and holding her ears as she avoided glancing at the others.

“We’re so sorry, Kickin! Me and Hoppy were playing chess boxing and—“

“CHESS BOXING???” Dogday was interrupted with Bobby’s confused yelling at how they even managed to incorporate a ball to chess boxing.

“Chess boxing? Did the ball box Kickin?” Picky lightly chuckled before getting elbowed by Crafty and apologizing.

“AGH I’M— I’m.. swell—…!“ Kickin tried to lie through his teeth, not wanting to look uncool. It doesn’t even hurt that bad! (he’s in pure agony)

“Okay okay! It’s okay Kickin! I have a first aid kit back at my house, I’m gonna quickly grab that and run back here—!” Bubba snapped out of his trance and started to reassure Kickin.

“I think it’d be better to just bring him to your house-” Dogday suggested, lightly fidgeting

“Right right!” Bubba shakes his hands to clear out his nervousness.

“Let me help!” Hoppy yelled out as she try to carry Kickin, but ultimately failing and dropping both of them to the ground,

“HOPPY!!” Bubba and Bobby yelled at the bunny whose ears drooped down.

“Are you trying to give him more injuries!?” Bubba shouted,

“I’m sorry! I’m trying here!!” Hoppy apologized profusely to the others and Kickin who was curling on the floor, clutching his arm, muttering that he’s okay which is not being heard due to everything being loud.

“Guys—“ Dogday tried to calm the critters but got covered up by the constant screaming and yelling full of panic. As the canine tried to speak louder, the critters were all shut up by a a purple long tail wrapping around Kickin and lifted up, lavender suddenly surrounding the air. Catnap walks past the other critters, Kickin in tail, as he stands in front of Bubba. The elephant and the feline stared at each other for a solid second before Bubba figured out that Catnap was waiting for him to go to his house.

“Oh! Thank you, Catnap—!” He quickly ran off with Catnap following, leaving the other critters behind.

“…So can you explain to me how you guys used the ball for chess boxing?” the critters all turned to Picky.

“What!? I have to know!” Picky exclaimed.

Kickin sat on the couch with Bubba who was bandaging his arm. Catnap already left, after making sure that Kickin was okay, he walked out the door, leaving the two alone.

“It’ll heal for about a few weeks, but avoid doing anything dangerous that could damage your arm further” Bubba has calmed down from earlier,

“Jeez, now I’m gonna look uncool…” he groaned as he looked at his cast.

“I think I’m more concerned on how Dogday and Hoppy threw the ball so hard that it broke your arm..” Bubba wondered, scratching his chin “Maybe the two times you fell on the ground contributed to the damage—“

“Bubba—“ Kickin interrupted the elephant’s sudden open thought process, his hand on his face with the other grabbing Bubba’s shoulder. He picked up on Kickin being embarrassed of the whole situation, he didn’t understand why but he didn’t want to upset Kickin for today.

“…Well you could have Crafty draw on it to make it look cooler, if you’re that concerned.” Bubba suggested, Kickin places his hand back down and looked at the elephant

“You’re right, She’d definitely make it look cooler!” He lights up, making Bubba smile.

Their moment was interrupted with knocking at the entrance, Bubba got off the couch and walked to the door, he was greeted with Hoppy and Dogday, their ears wilted and they had a worried expression. Dogday was fidgeting with his fingers, avoiding eye contact, and Hoppy was bouncing her leg as she held onto one of her ears.

“Here for Kickin?” Bubba asked, the two lowered their ears further and nodded,

“Go ahead” he moved to the side and the two ran inside, immediately getting on their knees in front of Kickin as they apologized profusely. Bubba just sighed at the sight, chuckling a little before going to the kitchenp.

“Guys guys- It’s all good-“

“But you got hurt because of us…” Dogday looked at Kickin’s bandaged arm, feeling even more guilty.

“Yeah! And you have a habit of lying about how you’re feeling.” Hoppy exclaimed.

“It’s okay, It didn’t even hurt! (he was in pure agony) And I’m all better now, see?” Kickin shows off his bandaged arm.

“Alright” Dogday sighed, “But you should let us make it up to you at least”

“We’ll break our arms for you! Just say the word!” Hoppy shows off her arm while holding on it.

“Haha!… Don’t let us do that—!” Dogday nervously laughs, looking at Kickin with pleading eyes.

“Hm… I’ll think about it” Kickin gives Dogday that smug look, making the canine sweat anxiously with Hoppy looking determined beside him.

“Haha I’m kidding, I’m just joking!” Kickin laughs as Dogday let out a sigh of relief. “Though can you guys tell me what you two were doing earlier? I’ve been wondering what that was“ he asked.

“Oh that? That was uh…” Dogday taps his chin, acting as if he forgot what the point of that was.

“To be honest, I don’t remember why we did all that in the first place.” Hoppy chuckled, scratching the back of her head

“I recall it had something to do with a floating circle guy…”

“…What-?”

And that’s all of it

… I dont know either

[bellygunnr]

Lamination

My half of an art trade with @twilighthomunculus where Ryousuke and Kyoichi of Initial D fame get divorced. Absolute blast to write, I love this pairing, especially when it's broken.

They've caught the Family's diner in the twixt hours of graveyard and Sunday rush. There's a few too many staff milling the restaurant for a floor that is devoid of all but three customers and the occasional rattle can be heard from the kitchen, a warning for the traffic to come. Still, they're given a wide berth at their lonely corner booth, shielded from the rising sun by a support column painted soft yellow and stained with the shadows of rotating posters and signage.

Whether the distance is because of the hour or the sheer state of their table, Ryousuke doesn't know nor care, so long as their waiter has the peace of mind to keep his coffee cup full. Occasionally, he eyes the perpetually empty glass on Kyoichi's side of the table, remnants of orange juice pooling at the bottom. A desire for sugar wavers in and out of his consciousness, the hindbrain baying for something other than acid on an empty stomach, but he ignores it. The sheaf of papers in his hand is far more important.

"I do not understand how your name got attached to so many of my belongings," Ryousuke grouses. "And I know I did some of this sober."

Kyoichi snorts. "I know you did, I was there. Thank God I barely had anything for you to take."

"As if I'd want it."

Kyoichi doesn't reply, so Ryousuke returns his focus to their documentation. They'd been married for just over a year, a surprising length of time given their shared proclivities, which was just enough time to muddle their lives legally as well as socially. And they hadn't even made it to the court yet-- this was all preliminary.

At the very least, their shared apartment was in Gunma, for as much as either of them used it. Ryousuke remembered the tedious process of acquiring the space vividly-- the fight that followed. He grimaces and reaches for his coffee, only to wrinkle his nose when he realizes the cup is empty.

"I got you some water instead," Kyoichi says, breaking his silence. "So you don't shrivel and die before you hit your residency."

His smile is bared teeth. Kyoichi's never gotten the hang of smiling, but neither has Ryousuke, so they grimace at each other, honest as anything. Their expressions fall at the exact same time until the waitress comes by to hedge about maybe ordering some food, you know, the kitchen's getting fired up for the rush... And I'll get you some more coffee, sir, as you please...

There's a light in Kyoichi's eyes that often precedes a lost battle on Ryousuke's part, so the latter wordlessly gathers their papers together and pulls out the discarded diner menus from earlier.

---

Their vehicles stick out like sore thumbs in the rather neglected parking lot of the court house. The Evo III is a stocky, stealthy little thing, but the bulging fascia and lowered suspension betrays its intentions. A parking space away from it, the gleaming white FC RX-7 glares balefully at its owner, as if irritated by the rain sliding down its sleek roof lines.

Ryousuke passes the cigarette to Kyoichi, watching him take a long drag, tension easing out of his shoulders the more deeply he breathes in. Then he keeps it in his possession, smoke pouring out of his mouth in one swirling cloud as he speaks.

"When did Seiji and Fumihiro become friends?" He asks, slightly hoarse. "Are we being stood up at our own divorce meeting? What the hell?"

Ryousuke can't help it-- he laughs.

"Well, it's not like we're in a hurry. It's amicable, remember?"

Kyoichi ashes, then hands it back over to Ryousuke. "You're dodging the question."

"I don't keep tabs on Fumihiro, you know."

Fumihiro, despite his earnestness and intrinsic need to please, was slippery. And crafty. And frustratingly immune to whatever Ryousuke threw at him, which was a lot more than most people got. Seiji, on the other hand-- Ryousuke had no idea what Kyoichi got out of him and it wasn't his business to know.

(He'd tried, once, after a fight).

A high-pitched growl snaps Ryousuke's attention to the road. It's a familiar bubbling sound, the blitz of a roadster coasting down the road with unremitting joy.

The car is Fumihiro's and the way the little car glides to a stop next to the FC-- it's him driving, too. But Seiji climbs out first, stiff and awkward and tail on fire. Ryousuke watches him cross the parking lot straight to Kyoichi's side with disdain.

Once Fumihiro is at his side, he drops the cigarette to the ground and grinds it out with his heel. The ash will stick to his just-cleaned shoes, but he doesn't care.

"Let's get going," Ryousuke says shortly.

Kyoichi raises an eyebrow, cool and judgmental, but shoves Seiji into following after everyone inside the court house.

After all, they need witnesses, just as they needed them for when they got married.

---

The bedroom in the apartment is kept in darkness through blackout curtains on the windows which keep out the signage in the parking lot and the morning sun. The curtains are grimy to the touch as Kyoichi pulls them back, letting the outside world in an inch at a time, making up for the burnt out lightbulb. A fine layer of dust covers everything, including the discarded clothes littering the floor.

Most of them are his, of course. There'd been a time where he seriously considered moving out here, but, well.

He'd meant to start picking up the place. Instead, Kyoichi settles down on the bed, running a hand through his hair. It's longer than he likes and the roots are starting to show, dark flashes in bleach blond waves. His throat and chest are tight with an unnamed, amorphous restriction, too hot to be grief, not cold enough for anger. By the time he can swallow it back down, he's trembling and his eyes are stinging.

Still, he creeps across the room, scooping up the forgotten clothes and tucking them under his arm. They're cool to the touch. Some of them still smell of expensive cologne, of Ryousuke, the only part of him that ever manages to stay behind. Kyoichi breathes through it long enough to toss everything in a bag he hung on the door knob.

Then he shuts the door with a resounding click.

"This sucks," Kyoichi groans. "I think I actually love him, for it to be this hard."

The apartment thumps in response, a neighbor slamming their door shut.

"Seiji was right, callin' me some bleedin' heart. Whatever."

Kyoichi throws the bag over his shoulder and meanders the limited square footage of the apartment. It's just enough to be more than a studio, but not enough to be noticeable on a Takahashi ledger, especially with how sparingly they use their utilities. The place is mostly spare tools and old car parts. Jugs of old oil and coolant both of them have been too lazy to dispose of. He resists the urge to kick a bottle over as he ducks back out of the apartment and into the hot summer air.

Later, he'll come back. For his tools and everything in between.

Just a little bit later.

---

"Thanks for meeting me out here," Fumihiro says, catching Keisuke's eye over the rim of his coffee mug. "This is still your favorite place, right?"

Foam sloshes over his cup as he sets it back down onto the table with too much force. Keisuke hovers by the curb, squinting against the daylight, motorcycle helmet gripped tightly in gloved hands.

"With you, yeah," Keisuke says finally. "What's up?"

Fumihiro kicks a chair out for him so by the time he saunters over, he has a place to sit. The metal creaks and scuffs against the cobblestone patio-- a slice of French design on the fringes of the big city.

Why a French-styled cafe was Keisuke's favorite, neither of them dwell on. Instead, Fumihiro delays responding, as if the bearer of too great a burden. He smiles tightly.

"Your brother is getting a divorce."

Keisuke tilts his head to the side, alarmed.

"When did he even get married? How long has he...?"

"Oh, not very long. It was a very impulsive thing in Kanagawa. But I'm telling you so you know, because he won't tell you himself."

The chair creaks louder. Keisuke pushes back on it so that he balances precariously, preciously, on the back two legs. Then he drops back on all fours with a tremendous clang.

It's one of those things. Loud secrets. He hasn't seen his own brother in what, six months? He finished school, sure, but as soon as he could, he fled home. The squirrely little man sipping a latte in front of him is the only reason either of them are alive, most likely.

"Who'd he even get hooked up with?" Keisuke asks finally.

Fumihiro smirks, even showing teeth. "Kyoichi Sudo. I forget, have you met him?"

Keisuke's jaw drops. "He got with a guy? THAT guy?"

Fumihiro hides a smile behind his hand.

---

It's raining again when they gather outside the court building. Lightning flashes in the distance. Water sluices freely from Kyoichi's umbrella now that it's folded, just narrowly missing his feet. He shakes it out delicately while Ryousuke waits, holding the door open.

"Delaying the inevitable, Sudo?" Ryousuke asks tartly.

"Fuck off."

Satisfied he won't be trailing water everywhere, Kyoichi ducks into the building, nerves alight. The interior smells like citrus, smoke, and dust. A clock on the wall stares down at them and counts the seconds left until their appointment.

Until their dissolution.

Ryousuke flits past him, shoulders squared and back straight, wrapped in the same haughtiness he bore when they first met. Even in their last moments, he won't afford either of them the decency of vulnerability, of defeat. His shoes click definitively against the gray tile.

The entire process has left Kyoichi feeling dull and hollow. Driving hasn't been able to penetrate it, nor has drinking. Neither of them had meant to get married necessarily -- so why did the separation take so long?

The door to their consult is already open. Kyoichi only steps past the threshold when Ryousuke does. A candle is burning in the corner, adding to the assault on the senses.

"Good to see you both, gentleman. Let's go over the conditions one more time."

They sit. Kyoichi ignores the side-eye from the comet and tries not to wish they'd brought Seiji and Fumihiro along again. He realizes he's barely listened to their consult when he's suddenly being given a pen.

"You'll need to sign the notice before I can submit it. It's a bit of a busy time federally, so it may be a while longer before the papers are processed..."

Kyoichi puts ink down, jotting his name on the form with short, choppy strokes. It looks huge next to Ryousuke's finer script.

"Will we be notified when it's through?" Ryousuke asks.

"You'll get a letter in the mail, of course," he says gravely. "Thank you both for your cooperation."

All three of them stand with the faint scuff of chair against hard flooring and bow.

Somehow, Ryousuke keeps pace with him on their way out. Kyoichi feels lightheaded. Months of fuckery culminating in what, just a signature and some processing time? It didn't make any sense.

He didn't know why he felt so torn.

"You gonna think of me when I'm gone, Ryousuke?" Kyoichi coughs out once they're outside.

The rain's let up some. A bit of blue sky peeks out of the clouds.

Ryousuke digs his car keys out from his pocket and watches the metal glint off the low light.

"I'm going to try not to, really," he replies. "You know I'm not the sentimental type."

Kyoichi coughs again.

Yeah. Clearly.

[miriunknown]

George and Fred Headcanons ⭐

[their type]

George -

Type in women -

Looks:

Loves long curly hair,

Usually goes for Brunette's or blondes but doesn't mind any hair color

Love's Green and Blue eyes, especially if their eyes are really big

Doesn't mind any body type really but really likes chubby girls, he finds them adorable.

Would want them to be shorter than him so he can wrap his arms around them easier, but not like super short.

Love's girls that wear alot of jewelry, like she has 5 different necklaces on her wrists are layered in bracelets and she has rings on each finger.

He would definitely like girls who dress really colorful, and stand out a bit

I feel like he'd like strong women too, not in like a weird way but it would be something he would really admire.

Personality:

Has a soft spot for Hufflepuff girls

Would prefer girls who are quiet in public and around New people but are really loud around their friends or him,

He wouldn't mind a girl that's just quiet in general though, he would find it comforting in a way to just sit their with her and it just be quiet with occasional talking and joking

He loves girls who are crafty and artistic he'd love when they'd show him all the things they've made

He would have a thing for girls who're low-key mean to him, not like really mean like he wouldn't like it if it's just downright degrading.

He loves girls who have really goofy/loud laughs,

She would have to have a really good sense of humor,

Love's artists but mainly girls who paint,

Love's girls who stand up for themselves

Type in men -

Looks:

Likes guys with shoulder length hair,

Usually goes for Brunette's or Raven-haired guys

LOVES Green and Hazel eyes on men,

Would prefer strong guys not necessarily athletic but just strong and low-key buff, he would like feeling protected.

Likes guys who dress in darker colors,

Really likes emo or punk guys

Love's when guys wear a lot of rings, especially the bigger steel rings with like really cool designs on them.

Would prefer them to be taller or at least his height,

He would def like guys with big strong hands and arms.

Personality:

Has a soft spot for Ravenclaw guys

He would like guys who look mean but are actually really sweet and gentle,

Would love guys that are really loud and outgoing but not in an obnoxious way,

Wouldn't mind guys that are quiet either but would definitely prefer guys that would get louder than him.

Wouldn't mind them being a bit mean to him but would prefer if they were just really sweet to him.

They would have to have a good sense of humor,

Like I said love's artists definitely would like guys who paint

Would love guys who stand up for him when he's getting laughed at or made fun of

Love's sarcastic guys

Fred

Type in women -

Looks:

Would love shorter hair but would also like shoulder length hair too,

Mainly goes for blonde girls

Love's big brown eyes on girls,

Chill with most body types but really likes girls with a strong build, not really athletic or anything but he would just like stronger women

Like George he'd want them to be shorter than him so he could grab stuff for them,

Likes girls who wear a lot of layers, like she'd be wearing tights knee high socks leg warmers and shorts and would be wearing a tank top, a sweater and a jacket,

Would like when girls wear a lot of necklaces

Love's when women dress in really dark colors, especially dark red

Personality:

Has a soft spot for Ravenclaw girls

Definitely would love girls who are quiet and keep to themselves even around their friends, he'd love the contrast

He wouldn't mind loud and bubbly girls but he'd definitely prefer quieter girls

He would love girls who can be really mean then they'll be really nice two seconds later,

Likes girls who are mean to him, it runs in the family ig

Loves when girls are sarcastic

She would have to have a good sense of humor and would also love pranking people,

Love's girls who read 24/7 she reads like three books a week

Would like girls who play guitar or drums

Type in men -

Looks:

Likes guys who have long hair,

Usually goes for Raven-haired guys,

LOVES big blue eyes on men,

Likes his guys skinny and scrawny

Would prefer guys to be shorter than him, for the same reason he likes girls to be shorter than him

Likes grunge guys

Loves when guys dress in graphic tees and put a hoodie or a button down on top of it with baggier jeans,

Likes when guys wear cuff bracelets with spikes and stuff like that.

Loves when he sees guys wearing dark colors then a pop of a really bright color especially blue or green

Personality:

Has a soft spot for Ravenclaw guys

Likes em to be nerdy like they'll be talking about Ninja turtles lore for hours on end and he'll sit their and listen to every bit of it.

Likes guys who are really sweet and are shy,

He likes when guys are quiet like they'd rather sit in the library reading a book about ancient Greece instead of going out to a party or something.

Would love guys who like pranking people too, even if it's just something simple like tying someone's shoelaces together

Would like guys who like to write, even if it's just them writing little notes to Fred, he'd love it so much he would keep every note ever given to him too.

Loves guys who read alot

He really likes guys that are crafty, like they could turn a old soda can into something cool

[ace-of-bass]

Can I ask how you went about starting your ace/aro group? How did you find people? I would love to do something like that in my area but have no idea how to start. I looked at making a group on Meetup but that's pretty expensive.

Yeah! I started with my friend who's also ace, so it helped that there were two of us. The main things we had to work out were where to meet and how to advertise. She booked a room at her non-religious "church" for Tuesday nights, and we made a flyer that we hung up around town in coffee shops and such. Our main advertising, however, was tabling at the local Pride. Our first year we had, like, a stack of our fliers and didn't even get our own booth - we shared a booth with the Bi+ Visibility group.

Our first meeting was the week after Pride, I think, and we had maybe 7 people show up? That whole first meeting we wrote up a group agreement of "rules" for the group and discussed logistics of how to communicate. Everyone there had Discord so I took down people's usernames and started a Discord server. For the next month, I posted a list of topics in the Discord and had people vote for which we should discuss. Things like "dating as an ace/aro person or opting not to date in a world obsessed with dating", "figuring out your identity", "coming out", etc. That meeting we just had a discussion about that - everyone saying what they wanted when they wanted. Basically we'd rinse and repeat that once a month and people kept coming. We had a holiday party in December and a Palentine's party near Valentine's Day. The group kept growing slowly but steadily, primarily through word of mouth.

The next year for Pride we got our own booth, which was our biggest expense (around $200), but we got a lot more people interested too. That year we made buttons in the ace and aro colors that said things like "I'd rather have garlic bread" and got ace/aro colored stickers online. We gave the first sticker/button away for free and asked for a donation if you wanted more than one. Year two was basically the same as year 1, just with more people. Eventually we added a second monthly meeting as we were pushing 20 people at each meeting which meant it was hard for everyone to have a turn to talk.

Last summer we needed to raise money if we were going to continue tabling at Pride (and we were thinking of incorporating as a nonprofit which takes money) so we held a benefit show. I play music so I got my band and two others to play, and several of our members do comedy so they did standup sets in between the bands. We got a percentage of the door as well as donations from that which meant we had an actual budget. Mostly we just spent that on the Pride booth and supplies for our crafty members to make cooler merch though.

We also ended up getting asked to table some other queer-friendly events at the history museum, which we did. I'm not sure we gained any members from that, but some of the more gay/lesbian centered queer orgs were introduced to us and (sometimes) to asexuality and aromanticism so that was cool.

Basically my advice to someone wanting to start a group is

0.5) Find someone to join you - doing this is easier if you have at least one other person to share the load. If you don't already know someone who's aspec, just be prepared to ask someone to step up pretty shortly after starting.

1) Find a place to meet. Libraries are a potential but aren't always open in the evenings. Churches are alright but might drive away non-religious people. I'd say a queer-friendly coffee shop might be your best bet.

2) Make some fliers and go to Pride (or another well-attended queer event/locale). Hand them out to people and invite them to the group.

3) Host your first meeting. You can either do what we did and decide on rules or just jump into talking about being aspec.

3.5) Create a way to keep in touch with people so you can tell them when the next meeting is happening.

4) Host more meetings, adjusting as necessary.