#can't be too comfy with those horns

[le-jardin-inculte]

important update: livecam caught a large gnu at it😁

actually you know what

a collection of antelopes resting like cats

eland, addax | baby springbok, adult springbok, roan antelope | scimitar-horned oryx, baby oryx | sitatunga, dama gazelle (I think), steenbok | waterbuck, bongo

[heartfullofleeches]

[Mentions of Injury]

Carnis [Lab Experiment Cow Hybrid Yan] and Injured Reader who's the first human to successfully have one of their organs implanted inside them. For those unaware, Carnis is an experiment with regenerative abilities created from human and cow DNA to serve both as an endless supply of meat and organs for the public. Reader gets into a car accident and as they're wheeled into the hospital one of the doctors who treats them just so happens to be linked to the project that Carnis was apart of.

After surgery, a drugged out Reader is encouraged to sign a bunch of papers, but even in their daze they want to know something about the person who saved their life. The doctor keeps their lips sealed, but days later Reader receives a blank envelope in their mailbox containing a picture of a person with these strange tattoos and....cow horns?

Reader never learns who Carnis is- Until they stumble into each other months later after Carnis escapes the lab with nowhere else to go. Reader can't just leave them by themselves- They may not know much about them, but taking Carnis in for a while is the least they can do for the person who gave them a second chance. Carnis' organs may have saved Reader then, but Reader is the one who gives Carnis hope for the future.

-

Reader: I remember you...

Carnis: m...me?

Reader: Yes, you! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be alive right now- You're my hero!

Carnis: he-hero? I am?..... Me?

Reader: I still have the scars. What are you doing out in this alley? Your clothes are filthy! My place isn't too far from here, my couch is pretty comfy if you need somewhere to sleep for a while.

Carnis: I'm a hero.... Happy.... I'm so... Happy. Do all heroes get... to stay with nice people?

-

Reader: Hm... I'm hungry- I should probably pick up some groceries....

Carnis: Ahhh.... Hungry? Don't worry, I'll... save you. That's... that's what heros do.

[Carnis grabs a kitchen knife, lifting their gown over their thigh.]

Carnis: Do you.... like steak?

Reader, carefully taking the blade from them: How about a salad.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Regretevator hcs with party noob, mozelle, infected and lampert with reader slouched over and have bags under their eyes but insists that they are fine but after talking for a bit reader admits that they havent slept well in a while bc folly keeps giving them bad nightmares?

Could maybe end in them comforting reader and in the end they actually have a good nap in the elevator with them ((angst to fluff my beloved)))

You mentioned wanting Bive added so I'll make sure she's on there!

.......

Party Noob

They're always in the mood to party, of course, but you often seem annoyed by their kazoo constantly going off.

If anything, your attitude towards them is almost comparable to Pest--except you don't say rude things. You're just..quiet and seem tired 24/7.

You always politely turn down Poob's invitations--which makes them sad, although they would never force you to attend any celebration--insisting you were okay.

The bags under your eyes, however, showed otherwise, as they were products of the sleepless nights you've had ever since Folly decided to invade your dreams.

Poob doesn't know this, though, and when you're both alone in the elevator, they finally ask why you never go to their parties, wanting to know what they could do to change your mind.

Then you reveal something surprising:

"It's not you or your parties, Poob. It's....her."

"Her?"

You finally elaborate on Folly and her torment. In the physical world, she knew your fears...and in these past few nightmares she dialed them all up to 11.

Your latest one involved Poob killing you with their horn for daring to show up at their party "uninvited", which horrified the party goer after you finished explaining.

"Wut?! That's not true! You r ALWAYS welcomed to mah parties, friend!! That lady is such a party poober." They frown. "Is that why ur afraid to go to one?"

"Yeah, I'm sorr....wait, you've seen her, too?"

"Yeh! Lotsa times! She always says I'm "special", but...that doesn't sound like a gud thing."

"...haha. No, it's not." You shake your head, finding relief that they could relate to you.

Folly claimed that Poob was repressing a lot of trauma, and their party obsession was just a distraction from something bigger. But obviously you weren't going to believe her.

After that conversation, they're willing to invite you to a chill party at their apartment. There's no crazy loud music. Just TV, video games, sweets, and the company of a friend.

Mozelle

"You don't look so well, dear."

Despite her demonic origins, Mozelle is very concerned for the well-being of her fellow elevator passengers (or at least those who respect her), so she could tell you were far from okay.

You keep insisting that you're tired from exploring so many floors, and for a while she seemed to believe you...

Until one day, she invites you to her castle for tea, and chastises you for lying to a princess.

"It's that abhorrent "dream parasite" that's been giving you nightmares, is it?" She huffs, realizing she was right as your expression changes.

Knowing that she's not gonna hear any more of your excuses, you finally admit that Folly is the reason for your exhaustion.

You try to avoid sleeping for fear of her appearing...and she's well aware of this, as in the physical world she vowed to never let you sleep again.

That terrified you, and Mozelle wanted to throw hands with her SO badly after that.

But instead, she tries working her magic to ensure you got a good night's rest in one of her guest quarter.....with the distant screams of the damned somehow not deterring you from drifting off.

When you awaken, she teleports you to her pet sanctuary, allowing you to help her take care of the odd and cute creatures, and even take another nap with them. 100% nightmare free.

For a "princess of hell", she was certainly acting like a guardian angel.

Unfortunately, she can't protect you 24/7. But if you're both in the elevator, she'll manifest some comfy pillows and blankets just for you (and her, bc she needs her beauty sleep, too!)

Infected

Similarly to you, sleep doesn't come easy for Infected..and it certainly doesn't stick with him for long.

As a gamer, of course, he just doesn't feel like he needs it.

So anytime he saw you come into the elevator, slouched and with dark bags under your eyes, he just assumes you're an "epic gamer" like him who lives by the "sleep is for the weak" mantra.

It's only when you started taking naps in a random corner of the elevator did he express concerns.

"Wh4t h4ppened, bro? G4me t00 hard last night?" He asks. "Trying t0 st4y 0n th4t grind???"

".....no, I was too scared to even leave my bed and go on the computer.."

"0h man, th4t sucks. Why were y0u sc4red? Did the b00geyman visit?"

"......."

"N0 way, did he?? I w4s 0nly kidding-"

"She." You correct, before telling Infected a little about the nightmares Folly has given you these past few days.

But you're sure he's gonna call you crazy or say you're having too much sugar..

However, he can actually relate to some of your bizarre dreams, not realizing you saw the same figure he did.

His virus made him often refuse sleep, but she had some influence in his decision to pull all-nighters, too.

He tried hugging you and while you're adamant about catching his sickness, you accept it for a few moments.

Next time you stop by his floor, he'll let you crash at his apartment to take a nap (but no promises that he's gonna keep quiet while gaming).

Lampert

"Are you getting enough sleep? You don't look too good. And you shouldn't be laying on the elevator floor. It's dirty."

Dude doesn't beat around the bush. He gets right to the point.

You get a little annoyed with his rants about germs so you kinda brush off his concerns and try getting whatever sleep you can (often drifting off while he's rambling)...

Until the one time you jolted awake after Folly made you endure a rather frightening nightmare--and Lampert's the only one in the elevator.

But at this point, he manages to piece things together.

"Oh..is it that annoying dream thing? I haven't seen her ugly face in a while..and I hope I never do again." He huffs. "Sorry you gotta put up with her, [y/n]."

"I've...been managing." You rub your eyes. "I'll admit, you've got guts back-sassing her when she could haunt your dreams at any time."

"Well she's really just pathetic. All that power and she's only interested in dreams? She can't even do anything in the real world. How dumb is that?"

"..it does sound pretty dumb."

"Yeah, she'll move on eventually. She left my bulb when my dreams got too boring for her."

Although that's all the "comfort" Lampert is willing to provide, it's enough for you to realize how ridiculous Folly's fixations on your dreams are.

Next time you're at the ROKEA floor, he'll let you take a nap on one of the couches, but if and only if you promise not to leave any crumbs (or drool) and clean it up before leaving.

Bive

"You see them too, don't you????!!!"

"Wha...?"

"The crimson eyes! What else could I be talking about?" Bive stares at you, the exhaustion on your face being apparent to her.

She's noticed it for a while, in fact, but every time you'd just ignore her wild rants and "conspiracy theories".

Taking naps in the elevator wasn't really an option when she was there, as her staring was uncomfortable and her constant needs to chatter/mumble to herself often kept you awake.

She's offered you coffee in the past, assuming you wanted to stay awake, only to stop after you told her that's the opposite of what you wanted.

After she mentioned "crimson eyes", that's when you realized she was aware of them, too. And aware of her.

When you decide to finally confide in her about your nightmares, Bive shudders and talks about having similar ones, but lately they've stopped...which she hopes is a good thing.

You learn she's terrified of going back to some placed called "The Lab"--likely where she was born--as Folly taunted her about that in the past.

Now you understand her attitude and mannerisms a bit more.

After talking, you feel slightly better, and you try to rest on the elevator floor-

Only for Bive to warn you about the "microscopic dust bunnies who don't like their space being impeded upon".

Will she stop you if you ignore her and fall asleep anyways? No. But she'll make sure nobody disturbs you.

Not that she'll ever tell you she's been keeping guard.

[miasmaghoul]

@st-danger said horn play and I said okay let's make Mountain cum in his pants about it

roughly 1.3k of mountrain morning head and new discoveries under the cut

(ft transmasc rain, use of cunt/clit/etc for his anatomy)

(secretly for @forlorn-crows teehee)

Most mornings, Mountain wakes slowly. Rises with the sun, his east-facing windows allowing in the first rays of the dawn's light. Most mornings he heads to the kitchen to get his day started with a froofy cup of coffee for his barefooted walk to the greenhouse.

Today though, Mountain woke up chubby. Bulging in his boxers and curled up against a still-snoozing Rain. He'd just looked so pretty and serene that Mountain couldn't help himself from indulging his baser needs.

Nothing too lascivious - he'd kissed Rain's arm and shoulder, rubbed at his chest, soft stimulation intended to wake. It's true that Rain doesn't mind being played with in his sleep, enjoys it even, but Mountain always prefers him awake. He's always noisier that way.

Rain had woken slowly, humming at the feel of Mountain's hands, of his lips. He'd rubbed his ass back against his half-hard cock with an amused chirrup, had let Mountain move him onto his back with coaxing hands. Not a word needed between them, not when Mountain's mouth busies itself with Rain's throat.

Twenty minutes later, Rain's groaning and stretching like a cat while Mountain dips his tongue into his navel. Rain chitters happily, letting Mountain take his time. His cock hangs heavy in boxers, twitching with every breathy sigh Rain offers him. He looks up to find Rain flushed and smiling, pink tongue slipping out over his lower lip.

"I love when you have morning wood." They both chuckle, and Rain reaches down to run an affectionate hand through Mountain's hair, and a cool fingers grazes the base of one of his horns.

Mountain gives a completely involuntary soft sigh and shivers at the brief contact, and misses the way Rain's eyebrow twitches upward. He doesnt speak on it, though. Simply lets Mountian continue his worshipful line of kisses.

He works his way down Rain's happy trail, over his hip, along the milky stretch of his thigh, sliding back as he does. Shimmying until he's on his knees at the end of the bed, elbows on the mattress. Mountain gets a grip on the backs of his knees and tugs him down while Rain giggles, wiggling his hips to aid the slide. Mountain watches him grab a pillow and stick it behind his head, getting himself comfy for the show. Rain offers Mountain a lazy smile.

"Someone's eager," he teases, though his voice is kind.

"Can't help it," Mountain purrs, resting his head on Rain's slender thigh. "Not when you look so good. Smell so good."

Mountain shifts forward and presses his nose to the slightly damp crotch of Rain's sleep shorts to breathe him in deep, groaning on exhale. He plants a kiss just above the spot where Rain's rapidly thickening clit makes itself known - a sweet litte bump in the fabric - and looks up at him with heavy eyes.

"Let me taste you?"

Rain smiles.

"I don't know why you aren't already, sweet pea."

Mountain purrs deep in his chest and ducks back down to lap at damp cotton. It tastes divine, like sea-sweet air mixed with just a touch of floral fabric softener. The shorts are thin, and in no time at all Mountain can make out the plump outline of Rain's folds. The sound he makes at the sight has them both throbbing.

Above him, Rain lets out soft vocalizations. Not quite moans, but pleased sounds nonetheless. Rain doesn't rush him, and Mountain is eternally grateful for it. Not that he has much patience this particular morning, not when his cock is so hard he can feel it poking out of the leg of his boxers. Can feel it leaking against his thigh.

He wastes no more time, hooking two fingers into the crotch of those shorts and tugging them to the side. Mountain grunts, a gut-punched sound. The same one he always makes when he has the privilege of enjoying this view; Rain is beautiful everywhere, and his cunt is no exception.

Mountain runs reverent fingers between his legs, caressing soft, swollen lips coated with slick. Dragging through soft hair. Rain's little dick pokes out from his folds in a way that makes Mountain's mouth water, pink and stiff and just long enough for him to bob his head over. He grazes gentle fingers over Rain's entrance and the other ghoul gasps, twitching at the prospect of Mountain's touch.

Mountain doesn't slip those long digits inside, though. He's too enraptured by the feel of Rain's long lips Too busy spreading them wide to get a good look at his hole, wet and open. To watch him clench around nothing. It's enough to make a ghoul drool, and Mountain does, right down his chin.

Rain chokes on his eagerness, breath catching in his throat when Mountain buries his face in his cunt and presses a suddenly unglamoured tongue inside. He arches off the mattress with a tight cry, the hand in Mountain's hair gripping hard. The other flies to his chest, plucking at a still-puckered nipple, tender and purple for how long Mountain spent working his little tits. Mountain's tongue hits every good spot Rain has, he thinks. Wriggling, working to wring the neediest little noises from Rain's throat.

Mountain loses himself in this every time, in the feel of Rain overwhelming his senses. His voice, his taste, his scent - to say nothing of the way Mountain has the perfect view of Rain's pleasure-slackened features. His hung jaw and darkened eyes, his flushed cheeks and mussed hair. Mountain can't look away.

"So good," Rain pants, moving to abuse his other nipple. "So fucking good with that tongue, Mount."

He scratches his claws along Mountain's scalp and Mountain shivers, cock spitting more pre over his thigh. It aches for the lack of attention it's gotten, his balls too, but Mountain ignores it all. Too lost in what he gets out of eating Rain like a man starved to worry about something as trivial as his own needs.

Rain's rolling his hips now, grinding against Mountain's face and drenching him from nose to chin. Mountain's head feels foggy; he's drowning in Rain's...everything, and the only thing that keeps him from passing out is the firm brush of that stiff clit over the bridge of his nose.

He pulls back just enough to breathe for a moment, tongue still working at a good spot just inside Rain's entrance, and the move makes Rain's hand slip. It slides from Mountain's hair, and the side of Rain's finger drags along the spot where Mountain's horn meets his skin. Just for a moment.

The reaction is immediate and embarrassingly obvious; Mountain lets out a choked cry and pulls his tongue back, gasping and grabbing at Rain's thigh. Rain peers down at him, past his own heaving chest, and Mountain can see the gears in his head turning. Rain grins, rubs that sensitive spot again with definite intent, and Mountain shakes with the intense, sudden burn in his gut. Again, his cock leaks.

"Oh."

"R-Rain," Mountain stammers, licking his lips, "Rainy, please -"

Rain's smirk falters for a moment, and Mountain knows it's because of the hurt in his voice. He moves to pull his hand away, but Mountain grabs his wrist before he can.

"Do that," he mumbles, a little shy and a lot pleading, "do that again." Rain stares down at him, that grin back in full force. "Touch it, touch - oh fuck."

Mountain's eyes flutter when Rain drags the pads of two fingers along the base of one thick horn, slow half-circles. He swears he can feel every touch between his legs too, deep tension already starting to build in his gut. Rain pauses, bucks his hips, and Mountain refocuses, mouth watering at the sight of Rain's soaked cunt and hard little dick.

"Your turn," Rain coos, low. "C'mon baby, suck me off."

Mountain moans so deep Rain can feel it, and obliges. Wraps his lips around that gorgeous, fat clit, presses his tongue to the underside, and suckles.

Rain keens with it, tries instinctively to close his thighs, but only succeeds in getting his knees hooked over Mountain's shoulders. Mountain works him just the way he likes, with bobs of his head and broad, flat strokes of his now-glamoured tongue. It has him writhing, gasping and Mountain wishes he could see Rain like this always.

Rain does his part too, winding long fingers around the base of Mountain's horn and giving it a nice squeeze. The hand on his chest abandons his sore nipple, flying to Mountain's other horn to do the same, and Mountain's eyes cross. He feels a gush of a slick run down his chin and groans around Rain's short length, basking in the tight cry Rain looses at the vibration of it.

"Close," he gasps, "fuck, so close." The sound of Rain's strained words, the encroaching tightness of orgasm, has Mountian's neglected cock kicking hard. "Suck it, lick it," Rain pants, so clearly desperate, "fuck Mount make me cum, make me - oh fuck, oh -"

Rain's grip tightens, his left hand twists, and for a few long, blissful moments Mountian's world goes white.

He comes back to himself just in time to feel Rain's clit throb, his cunt clench, and manages to shove two fingers into that hungry hole just in time for Rain to cum on them. Mountain exhales hard through his nose when a rush of fluid coats his hand, working Rain through an orgasm that has his thighs shaking and his high, feminine cries bouncing off the walls.

He remains hyper aware of the way Rain's hands tremble around his horns, every twitch making him shiver and grunt. He pulls back when Rain hisses from sensitivity, burying his face in the crease of Rain's thigh instead and trying to catch his breath.

"Fuck," they groan in unison, and Rain laughs. He moves his hands from Mountain's and horns to his hair and Mountain can't help his whimper. Still, though, he lets Rain tug his gaze upwards. The smile he wears radiates warmth, but holds a certain sharpness.

"I know you came," Rain taunts, humor in his words. Mountain gives him a slow nod, trying to ignore the wetness of his boxers. "Who knew you were so weak for this?"

He drags a claw over the curve of Mountain's horn and Mountain winces, a shock straight to his balls.

"Sensitive," he hisses, and Rain sounds very amused.

"I'll keep that in mind," he says, a soft laugh close behind. He yawns soon after, tugs lightly on Mountain's hair. "Come back here," he murmurs, "it's too early to be awake."

Mountain would normally agree to disagree, but his body seems to be on Rain's side. He huffs out his own sleepy chuckle, kisses the inside of Rain's thigh and pushes himself up on wobbly legs. Strips off his boxers and uses them to wipe his face and the streaks of cum from his leg before dropping them on the floor, right on top of the little puddle he made there. Rain tosses his own messy shorts beside them and curls up on his side, patting the mattress in invitation.

Mountain yawns as he crawls back in and pulls Rain to his chest. They're both purring up a storm, and Mountian catches the other ghoul in a deep, lazy kiss. Rain hums at the taste of himself, hooks a leg over Mountain's hip and snuggles in close.

"I like learning new things about you," he mumbles, lips pressed to Mountain's throat. Mountain kisses the top of his head and sighs into his curls.

"I'm going to regret revealing that, aren't I?" He feels Rain's mischievous smile against his skin.

"Absolutely," he promises, "next time we wake up."

Mountain's spent cock twitches, and Rain laughs.

[brisquad-unit-4402]

christmas cookies

it's christmas now in my timezone. so happy holidays from unit 4402, and a lovely winter ahead. please stay warm comfy and loved wherever you are. this was inspired by a george strait song of the same name sans vox. he is one of the few country artists i trust. please be kind to him and enjoy my guilty pleasure corny christmas music fave

(btw i've always wanted vox to do a karaoke and sing at least one george strait song i just know he'd eat it up. tbh christmas cookies is the song i associate with vox the most even more than new cydonia. you have to understand how important the imagery of vox singing this song is to me i can't describe it in words nor fanfic)

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff, food descriptions

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A comfy night in while the air turns icy outside. Your home runs warm, especially as you pass by the oven, and when you lean over Vox's wing-and-shoulder to watch him mix some icing together.

"Pass me the powdered sugar, Reader?"

"Sure thing."

"Thank you, baby."

Before you can utter any sweet nothings back to him the oven interrupts you as the timer goes off. You slip on one of Vox's mitts (a ruby red with a paw-print pattern and a scorch mark on the side, what were you expecting) and open the oven door.

The sweet smell of freshly baked cookies pours out from the oven, and as you set them on the cooling rack the scent grows only more enticing. Vox insisted on making cookies from scratch this year rather than from a box, and you have to admit, you don't even need to sneak a bite to admit he was right. The scent and golden-brown color is already miles ahead of the batches you made alone in the past.

The heat spreads behind you, trademark Vox and his demonic blood. Your suspicions are confirmed once he peers over your shoulder just as you did, and swipes an oven-hot cookie from the rack.

"What the—Vox!" You lightly slap his hand. "Those are hot!"

"I was born in Hell," he says, mouth full of cookie. He swallows. "Mmm, tasty."

"They aren't even frosted yet!"

"It's a good goddamn cookie, Reader, what do you want me to do, say they taste like charcoal?"

"No, Vox, I want you to be patient and wait for them to cool and decorate them like a normal person before eating them! We're going to have a full bowl of icing and no cookies to ice if you keep taking them like that!"

He pops another cookie into his mouth much to your playful dismay. "What kind of normal person doesn't eat a cookie straight out of the oven?" Then he takes another, places it on a napkin, and sets it on the counter in front of you. "Would having a cookie yourself make you feel better?"

"Normal people that don't have heat resistance like you." You stare down at the cookie. It has a soft crack through the side from cooling improperly, so of course it would be perfect for a taste test. "But... thanks."

Vox brightens. "Eat up. Er, in ten to fifteen minutes when cooled."

You nod, and watch as Vox shovels cookie dough onto a new pan. You snuck a tiny Santa hat onto one of his horns earlier this evening, and even now the pompom at the end sways as he moves the next batch into the oven.

The oven settings chirp, chirp, chirp until the temperature and timer is set.

"Should be fine to eat your cookie once those are out of the oven," he says. Baking your holiday sweets was an equal effort, but his lips are curved upwards and his wings raise in quiet pride. "I can tell you what it tastes like if you're too impatient to wait."

He's right. You're impatient. So you take Vox's hand to lower him just enough for your mouth to meet his.

You return back down from your tiptoes a second later, sugar on your tongue and sweetness all the way through. "Damn, we did great."

He scoffs but his wings let out a happy little flap. "If you wanted me to kiss you, you could've just asked."

"Well, we have—"your eyes flit to the timer—"Ten minutes until the next batch is done." You squeeze his hand. "Gotta spend the time somehow."

The corners of Vox's lips curve a little higher. He sweeps you up only to seat you on the clean side of the counter, just so you can see that eager, dorky little grin at eye-level, wings around you and arms on either side. "'Tis the season for giving, mm?"

"Cheeky bastard." You close your eyes as if you were irritated, but you're the one that leans in first, and the taste of the cookies spreads through your mouth as the minutes go by.

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[wishingstarinajar]

so i said in the last ask that i had some head canons. and i wrote one out. it ended up being a lot longer then it was meant to be but here is it. (also im not the best at writing, having dyslexia sucks so sorry if it sounds a bit off or anything.) hope you like it :)

Case has a secret room in his lab/office. 

This room is hidden behind a bookshelf, and to open it you need to pull on a certain book and the middle shelf moves to the side, like the secret doors in movies. 

Once the shelf moves you're greeted with a long dark hallway. No light. No sound. It's all pretty scary and spooky until you reach a big metal door with a complex lock on it. Your first thought is that it's just another room filled with experiments and computers. Or maybe something darker. That's why it's so hidden.  

But if you somehow manage to unlock the door (or it was left open) then…

The first thing to catch your eyes is a big fancy old shiny gramophone sitting on a dark red-wood cabinet with records stored neatly underneath it. Above the gramophone is a photo of Case, his brother and queen, in a golden frame to match the horn of the gramophone. Under your feet in front of the door is a little dark red doormat. It looks pretty old.

The left side of the room is full of sewing equipment. Everything is neatly laid out. There is a big table in the middle with an industrial grade sewing machine mounted to it. Near the table is one of those fancy expensive mannequins with a half finished project pinned up on it. 

Against the wall just next to the door is a small desk with a big pin board hanging on the wall above. The pin board is covered in photos, patterns, little sketches of coats and corsets, a few buttons and gems on it too along with some scraps of fabric and post it notes. 

On the desk there’s a notebook with a hand made pattern next to it, as well as a little cup holder with pens, pencils and chalk. Next to that is a tiny annoying dog shaped pin cushion and a little box filled with sewing needles and more pins. You can never have too many pins. 

Sitting just under the desk is a little red stool on wheels. 

Around the room, and under the big table there are boxes and containers. You can't see inside them. it must just be storage. On top of one of the containers is an older looking sewing machine and an over-locker. 

The walls are lined with shelves filled with big rolls of all different types and colours of materials and fabrics. 

At the far corner of the room there’s a set of drawers that matches the red-wood cabinet of the gramophone with golden handles and trimming. On top of the cabinet is a lamp and an empty wine glass. 

Next to that cabinet is a big rack of clothes, That are all mostly the same colours that Case likes to wear, that being red and silvery shiny grey. Most of the clothes are corsets or have some kind of corset built into them.

The other side of the well lit room is mostly empty. This is when you notice the fact that the floor of this secret room is wooden. It’s a nice change from the cold tiled ground of the lab. 

The only thing in this half of the room is a big dark red well loved comfy looking armchair with a little grey pillow sitting on it. In front of the armchair sits a matching ottoman. On the back wall of the room, near the armchair is a small window covered by some dark red curtains that match the red doormat. 

Just next to the armchair is a wine rack filled with fancy bottles of fine wine. The top of the rack acts as a table and has a few wine glasses resting on it. The glasses look pretty fancy and expensive, one has a golden handle and a few others are made of clear crystal with ornate patterns and designs in them. 

You overheard something about Case liking to dance. Perhaps this big open space is where he practices. 

The only other thought that crosses your mind is why keep all of this hidden? (the answer to that is this as the only other room big enough that would fit the big sewing table and the armchair.) 

You shouldn't enter rooms you weren't invited to~

Damn, you went in-depth about his stuff! But it's all rather fitting for him, very fancy. Nice work!

I really love the last bit because, yes x'D Case doesn't hide away his corsets, sewing machines, designs, gramophone and records. He's too proud of these things. Just cozy at home, away from the lab in Waterfalls and prying eyes.

Megalosomnia belongs to @megalommi~

[abyss-of-mine]

(what's wrong with me.) Warning: oral (she's receiving), passionate sex, overstimulation, Leona & Malleus are taking turns, not proofread

Alice is sitting on Malleus's lap while he holds her legs to her chest, allowing Leona to slide his tongue inside her. He devours her as she squeezes Malleus's arms and feeling him nuzzle against her. She moans loudly from how well Leona's tongue is finding the sweet spots and sending her off the edge with a simple flick. He drinks every drop before sitting up, wiping his mouth and sliding himself inside her.

Malleus places her legs on Leona's shoulders as Leona grip Malleus's hips to squeeze her in between them while he thrusts into her. The two men kiss each other, the dragon cupping the lion's face and listening to the moans of their wife. Leona eventually stops making out with the other to moan in her ear and tell her how good she feels.

She climaxes on his member and feels him pull out just for Malleus to turn her around and place her on his. She wraps her arms around his neck and rides him, panting and moaning while pounding herself on his standing shaft. She scratches up his shoulders and grips his horn as he kisses her neck and shoulder, hearing him moan her name.

She releases on him as well and has her body laid down on the bed to start devouring her too. Holding her thighs in his hands as he finds the same spots Leona found earlier, making her get loud and overwhelm by their need for her.

Relief eventually comes for her and has her arousal drank by the dragon, wiping his mouth and asking her a question, then carrying her to her comfy chair with snacks and a pot of tea. She drinks and eats, watching the two men railing each other.

She chuckles and smiles to herself. Yeah, they made her overwhelmed and sore, but they made sure she had food and drink while sitting in her chair and watching the show they're giving her. Oh, Malleus doing that thing Leona likes. Heh, Leona is annoyed but can't pretend those moans aren't real.

Smugly drinks tea.

[star-fandoms]

WAKE UP! PIPER REDESIGN DROPPED!!

I know y'all don't even know her cause I never showed her, but she's my Obey Me! MC!! I might drop some old art soon idk I'd have to take a lot of pictures and i don't think i could fit them all in one post LMAOO!

THIS IS HER OLD DESIGN!!

There's really nothing wrong with her, I just got hit with urge for redesigns seeing other Obey Me! MC's, esp the ones based off the sheep mc. I still might honestly use aspects of this design for the new design.

imma be SO honest, I did not care for finding a stable outfit design so ignore this outfit, although I do think she'd wear cute and comfy clothes, and she at least always has a bell in her design, the bell is a must. this drawing was more so about her hair and colors(which I just color picked from the Obey Me! sheep mc icon.) I wanted her hair to be the sheep wool gradient and her side buns were inspired by horns. I did want to give her actual horns but she in a human MASSIVE SIGH!! I'll probably still draw her with horns just cause I think it'd b cute but it wouldn't be canon or anything. I also wanna go through and design outfits and new hair styles for her!

I don't have too much figured out for her personality or backstory wise right now. Og! Piper was one of my comfort characters, i have a LOT of art for her(most on paper) and she fit what I was going for but now I'm craving something new and I'm not sure what exactly I'm going for. I think personality wise I wanna do something closer to the in game MC, reckless being the main trait I'm thinking of, I can't see Piper too flirty(at least not on purpose LMAOO), I think she'd be ditzy and kinda out of it, very sleepy all the time, but I still want to keep Og! Piper's nerdiness so that's staying. She's also nosy, like the MC in the game and I can't see her getting scared easily, even getting angry or defensive against those who DO try to scare her(*cough cough* Lucifer *cough cough*) I still think that she's very kind and helpful and I want to lean into that sheep-like personality(I actually pet a sheep for the first time recently, sheep are so cute<3), she's def petty though, she doesn't like being seen as weak either. New piper has a LOT more backbone then og Piper had

[lacrimosathedark]

Fuck it. I drew Hellaverse ocs for each "species". Might as well share em.

Standard Imp to start.

The horns are supposed to look kinda funny. The thicker stripes are splotchy cuz they're painted to be thicker, since females have thin stripes and males have thick stripes. Gender-affirming cosmetics. Nonbinary, so one of each!

Hellhound

Dalmatian because I was obsessed with dalmatians as a kid. Also very covered in spots lol. Outfit is very basic, basically Rantaro Amami.

Succubus

tbh very Conner Kent inspired because Conner gives me gender envy. That arm band is supposed to have the ace flag on it. I imagine the back of the jacket has stupid stitched print that's like "can't touch this" or something dumb like that lol. Collar bone piercings too cuz I used to think those were really cool for some reason. Top surgery scars because FUCK YEAH

"Loan Shark", or those sharky demons from Greed

I just threw shit at the wall on this one honestly. I love bone motifs but all the sharks have weird body types and it took forever to decide on a shape let alone an outfit that didn't look like a goth hipster. I love the braid though. When I was little my mom always braided my hair before I went swimming so it wouldn't tangle. And it looks like a fishy tail!

"Baphomet", or those goaty fiery Sloth demons

The only really fem one and also fucking gothic lolita because I'm a sucker for that shit, but the idea literally came from they have candle heads -> Litwick looks like emo hair.

They also look vaguely librarian-y don't they?

"Possessor", or those fishy demons from Envy like Glitz and Glam

I thought the "fishnet" thing was funny, sue me. Gave very shy vibes to me for some reason so...yeah

"Goetia", or whatever the fuck bird demons

YES IT'S A ROBIN SHUSH

Finally, Sinner

I didn't realize until after I drew it that it was basically the same concept as Husk (winged cat with heart motif). Oh well, Husk is my favorite after Lucifer so maybe it was subconscious.

They're a cheetah, for a lot of reasons. One, another animal I was obsessed with as a kid. They are also a big cat with a lot of domestic cat traits. They can't roar. They chirp. And they can purr. They are shy and quick to flee, known most for their speed. But they are also a wildcat so they could just as easily rip your throat out as run away. This dichotomy feels unpredictable and chaotic which, me.

The spots fit me in part because I'm covered in spots--acne scars, unhealed bug bites, benign moles, all over. I scar real easy. And their natural tear track marks felt fitting because, well, I'm kind of a crybaby. And it's actually the meaning of my username. Lacrimosa means weeping or tearful.

The wings are another avenue to flee, which is really the focus of the design, but it's also thin and bony because I like bone motifs and I thought it would suit them to look weaker.

The outfit is really I just like really big hoodies and I've found when I wear my most comfy shorts, it looks like I'm just wearing a hoodie. So they are wearing pants, the hoodie is just super big with fun floppy sleeves.

[sofiiel]

Time of Your Life | Eddie x Reader

Excited Eddie | This Is Music! | Against The Rules? | a smidge surreal

Masterlist

A/n: God, Eddie would be so fun on a concert date. He'd be a great big ball of energy, the kind of guy that knows every lyric before it's sung. Just to see him thoroughly enjoy himself would be amazing, so, I'm giving this a go.

The band will remain nameless as B/n and M/n is for the musician's name, insert whatever band or person you think would be You and Eddie's desired concert for a day. Also, feel free to share who you and Eddie went to see.

Eddie can't stand still as the two of you wait in line. You bought him Floor tickets to see B/n. He's talking a mile a minute and if you hadn't become a pro at speed listening it would have sounded like a language you didn't know.

"And they're going to be preforming a song from the unreleased album, and we're going to be so close to the stage" He went on, nearly crushing the band Tee in his hands.

"Eddie, they'll be selling new ones inside, why'd you bring that old thing?" You ask. He blinks at you in disbelief, "you know what, I still love you." He said to you while hugging his shirt tight.

"It's the emotional connection. I need to have them sign this one, this shirt that has taken spills, this shirt that doubled as pajamas and carried my drool, this shirt that has seen blood sweat and tears." He ranted, "not some new shirt I hardly know."

You laugh and "sure, now I feel awkward about just buying a poster inside to get signed."

Eddie grins, "have them sign your pants." He said. "My pants?" you ask. Eddie shrugs, "yeah, why not?"

"Because these are my favorite ones, the signatures would wash out. And Not wearing them again isn't an option." You protest. Eddie hums, "you know you're right, those pants of yours have a beautiful view." He says, leaning to still a look at your butt.

"See, we both need these pants. Can't retire them yet." you say as Eddie stands closer, slipping his hand into your back pocket while you lean against him, waiting for the line to move.

Inside the lobby, Eddie has you by the hand, if he walked any faster he'd have to jog. You're glad you opted for the comfy shoes rather than the one that looked cool, and here you thought you'd regret it.

Now standing on the floor, Eddie is nearly bouncing, his eyes darting between you and the stage. "I'm so damned amped right now, babe." he says, the smile on his face just won't go away.

"Yes, and it's infectious!" you cheer, a smile to match his popping up.

Smoke fills the stage, and the amps are humming, As B/n greets the crowd and the intro to the first song plays, Eddie looses it. He's jumping up and down in the air, legs curled in with each leap so that his knees touch his stomach.

Horns are thrown up in the air as the jumping stops, and you toss yours up too. You and Eddie nearly scream the song lyrics as you sing to each other over the hundreds of voices singing right along with you.

Eddie holds you close once he needs a bit of time to catch his breath, the crowd gets a little pushy, Eddie quietly holds out his arm to create distance between a fan who nearly knocked out over trying to get a closer look at the stage, and you.

There are only a few songs left in the set now, and the moment he hears a new melody play, Eddie grabs your hand and drags you through the crowd. "Eddie!" You can't just-"

"We're still in the right section." He says quickly. However, when you stop, you find yourself looking right up at the band from the bottom of the stage. "Holy shit!" you gasp.

"I know!" Eddie cheers.

Eddie's already singing along with the new song, and the frontman seems to be pretty impressed.

It happens fast, your mind can't register it. Eddie's managed to get invited up to the stage, and he's dragging his emotional support Y/n right along with him.

You want to shout and to protest, but the grin he flashes you as he calls out over the roar of the crowd "let's go babe!" hushes you right up.

B/n is amused by both Eddie's euphoric hype, and your stunned deer expression. Eddie's not wasting this chance, and runs to one of the guitarists, begging for the guitar.

You feel awkward just lingering, But Eddie pulls you close to him as he lowers his stance and starts playing with the band, You warp your arms over his shoulders from behind, hugging him loosely enough so that he can play.

You feel pride swell in your chest as he keeps up with the pros, and they are each giving him props for it. Your eyes are stuck on him, you know you must look silly to those below, but you don't care.

Eddie returns the guitar to his heroes and whirls around to face you. He's got a chance to do something outrageous, and he's going to damn well do it.

There's a wildly mischievous smile on his face, showing all his teeth as his eyes twinkle. You don't have time to guess what's on his mind as you're pulled to him and dipped.

It happens so fast, for a second you think you're falling, but his grip on you his firm as he plants his lips against yours. In the thrill of everything that has happened, it's a passionate kiss, and you hold onto his arms. His heart is thundering in his ears, and you're hearing your own as well.

Eddie breaks the kiss, takes your hand and makes a run for it, with your hand in his you can't stop the momentum and have to follow as he says "jump!" Your feet follow his taking to the air, and you Mimic Eddie's movements as he turns, allowing the Crowd to carry the both of you.

Eddie throws his horns into the air, nearly cackling, his eyes squinting almost closed as he smirks curved up his cheeks. He's looking at you as you look around in amazement. "This isn't happening!" you call out, grinning. "It's totally happening!" He shouts at you.

The last song is sung, and B/N bids goodbye to the crowd that begging for one last song at the top of their lungs. Looking at Eddie, he's just about glistening with sweat from dancing about, banging his head, playing with the band and crowd-surfing.

He kisses your eyelids, "thank you" and your cheek, "I love you" then your nose "You're the most amazing person ever." and then your lips. This time the kiss is slow, his hands hold you by your hips, but one can't help up slip to rest against the side of your neck as he gently sucks and pulls at your bottom lip.

People exiting the concert hall into the lobby stare, or mutter about you two being sickening.

You don't care, nor do you truly notice. Eddie's slightly damp hair stick's to his cheek, you brush it away gently as you close your eyes, and part your lips. Eddie's careful with letting his tongue wander.

"Come on, the meet and greet has started!" a fan calls to their friend.

Eddie gasps and breaks the kiss, he takes up your hand again and books it up the hall. "We're gonna miss the signing!" He shouts.

Eddie quietly fanboyed in your ear while waiting in a line that wrapped around the hall for the signing. "I got to play with M/n! I can't fucking believe it!" Eddie said for the ninth time.

"You one day some excited aspiring artist is going to be gushing just like this about you." you say.

Eddie looks down at you and smiles gently, "Nah...." he says waving you off, He peeks around the line to see how far it is before looking back down at you bashfully, "you think?" he asks.

"Oh I know. And hopefully he's genius enough to drag his emotional support person up there with him, and shock the shit out of them with an earth-shattering kiss." you tell him.

Eddie smirked, "wait, it was earth-shattering?" He asked, brows raised high.

"Look the lines moving!" you say quickly, feeling your cheeks heat up. Eddie walks forward and turns back to you, "now back to how my kiss just rocked your world better than B/n, apparently." He said. Nope, you weren't getting out of that so easily.

Reaching the front of the line, Eddie fully calmed himself. It was obvious he didn't want to freak out too much in front of his heroes. He carefully laid out his shirt before them, untying it from his belt. "Hey, it's you, you've got some real talent," says M/n.

For a moment you thought Eddie would blush, but he fought it off well as he smiled. "You don't know how much that means to me. Like no Idea." Eddie said.

"The name of the future shredder? Who do we make this out to?" M/n asked with a smile only a star could give. And Eddie was indeed star struck.

"Eddie Munson." he says.

You lean around Eddie, and whisper your pet name for him. M/n laughs as he signs it to "Eddie P/n Munson," the other band members leave signatures of their own.

"Eddie Munson, Fucking Metal"

"Eddie, this one's for you."

"To Axe Murderer Munson"

Each one made his smile grow more, and you were concerned that his cheeks would spasm. But soon got lost in daydreaming, You couldn't wait for the day it was Eddie and the guys sitting at one of these tables.

It wasn't a matter of if, only when. Watching Eddie talk with the band, you found yourself silently wishing that when that day comes, you'd be there front and center, his biggest fan, and first in line to the signing.

"How, in the actual hell, did you just pull that off?" You ask Eddie as you sit in the passenger's seat of his Van. The two of you are headed for a diner, M/n wrote down on a piece of paper.

B/n collectively invited Eddie to dinner with them, to give him some pearls of wisdom into the life of professional musicians, a short of half hour crash course.

Eddie chuckled and shook his head, "I don't know. Pinch me." He said. You playfully reach towards his arm, "no! Not for real!" he called.

"I'm playing." you laugh.

"This is huge, I bet they remember you when Corroded Coffin hit's their level. Can you imagine? Looking back on today, when that happens?" You asked.

Eddie smiled faintly, eyes fixed to the road as he could feel his heart filling up.

"Or when you like going on tour with them, opening for them or maybe - maybe," you chatter on excitedly, "they open for Corroded, that, my love, would be clutch as hell."

"I don't know if I'm over the moon or scared of the faith you have in me, us." Eddie chuckled nervously. "It's some big shoes to fill, babe." He murmured.

"Oh you can do it, but You don't need to fill the shoes, You're going to make me proud regardless. You're my star no matter what." you tell him.

It's enough to make him blush. "I'll let you sign my favorite pants." you hum.

"It'll wash out." He laughed.

You shrug, "so you just keep signing them."

"Just saying, it's going to happen, just you wait." you add.

You and Eddie waited in the odd little diner with bright yellow seats. It wasn't the sort of place you expect B/n to choose to decompress. But then again, maybe that was the whole point.

"Probably fewer fans lurking about." was Eddie's reasoning.

After debriefing, freshening up and coming out of stage clothing, the members of B/n arrived at the diner.

After a bout of small talk, heavy praising of Eddie's skill, and some helpful friendly constructive criticism, B/n started to talk about the lifestyle, work ethic and more of being a professional musician.

You quietly wrote notes down for Eddie on napkins while he sat enthralled, listening attentively to the band and what words they had to offer him.

Eddie's heavily focused, you can tell by the serious expression on his face. You've only ever seen him this focused when he is working on a new song, writing up a campaign, or when listening to you when you really need it.

But you love that look, for a moment Eddie glances towards you. He catches you watching him, and he sends you a quick wink. It's a struggle to fight off a silly grin, surely you can sit around and be that couple in front of B/n.

Then again, it's much too late for that concern.

After the meal, a chat, and a smoke B/n leave to turn in for the night. As it stands to reason, they're exhausted.

Eddie stomps out his cigarette, and the two of you go back inside the diner, wanting desert. Eddie slumps in his chair once everything is quiet, his hands tucked behind his head as he exhales and whistles.

He looks at you, and you back at him, then slowly the two of you burst into a fit of laughter. "Holy shit, what's happening!" Eddie exclaimed gleefully. "They absolutely loved you." you say.

"I got tips, from M/n. I got tips from B/n" Eddie whispered, nearly dancing in his seat. "Oh, the guys are going to be so jealous." He exhaled.

"Green with it." You hummed.

Sitting up, Eddie fussed at his hair, eyes holding a dreamy wonder in them, as he watched the remains of his ice cream melt away. "Wow." he whispered.

You give him a warm smile, standing up you walk to sit in his lap and kiss him gently. "Happy birthday Eddie."

He looks up at you, takes your hands in his and kisses the back of them before holding your hands to his heart. "I'll never forget this day, ever. Even when I'm an ancient husk of myself, never forgetting this day." He said.

He kisses the back of your hands once more, "Or you. Not ever. I had the time of my life, and I had it with you." He whispered.

"Best birthday ever?" you ask.

Eddie nods and, leaning in for another kiss, he murmurs, "best birthday ever."

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[fuck-you-im-the-president]

ooc Tubbo anon here with more ideas of Schlatt's limbo, sorry for taking so long with these!!

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So, I think it's already been covered that majorly notable stuff will slowly deplete from the mansion, and that pictures of cabinet duo will slowly corrode from something generally acidic (Schlatt's toxicity).

BUT. what if less noticeable things to missing too? Things that Schlatt didn't really notice before, but now that they're gone, it's so much more empty.

Like little signs of Tubbo and Quackity are slowly erased, until there's nothing really left.

EX; Small little trinkets that Tubbo cherished seemingly disappearing, or matching sets of jewelry between cabinet duo randomly going missing. Schlatt can't find any of Tubbo's favorite set of comfy sweaters anymore; stupid fucking things, always wearing them when he was supposed to be doing work in the study, and he can't seem to find where Quackity last took off those dumb bracelets last.

where did Quackity last take off his shoes again? Schlatt can't find them anymore. where did Tubbo put those stupid earrings that made him look like a faggot?

As a bittersweet thing, I'd like to think that Schlatt's wedding ring goes missing too; only appearing on the anniversary of their marriage, the anniversary of his death, or his own birthday.

oh, and since he doesn't really have any reminders of his family; I think he'd remember them, how could he forget?, but he'd definitely slowly lose his memorization of them.

what did his husband look like again? what did his child sound like again? what happened to Manburg now that he isn't running it? Are they happier now that he isn't there? How old is his little lamb again? when was his husband's birthday? Stuff like that.

OKAY SORRY FOR YAPPIN IN YOUR INBOX 👋👋👋.

Tubbo anon........ Tubbo anon you can't do this to me.... I think I'm gonna explode .⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠.

this goes on the google doc 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

auuuuuuugh I'm just gonna.....

Schlatt blinks his eyes open to the blank white of his bedroom ceiling. He looks to his left, to the window. There is no outside, only blinding white. It doesn't bring in any light nor make any space darker; it's neutral, indifferent.

There is no weight clinging to his right, no soft breaths on his neck, no sleep-messed raven black hair tickling his skin. He pretends like it's better this way.

Schlatt gets out of bed, shoving the blankets onto the bed haphazardly. A small man would huff and make the bed, before giving him a kiss on the cheek and going to the kitchen to make breakfast. Schlatt makes the bed.

He walks to the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind him. When he stands in front of the counter, in the mirror for a split second he sees himself younger. Hair slicked back neatly, horns smaller, less facial hair. He's holding a smaller Tubbo's hand. Schlatt almost starts sobbing. He looks at the counter.

Two rings. And that's where Schlatt does start crying. One black with silver accents, one with gold accents. ("Gold is for– uh warm skin, right?" He probably said to the woman he bought the ring from.)

"Happy anniversary..." He whispered between choked sobs.

[miasmaghoul]

Hi friend

I just found out someone very important from my youth passed away today. Do you have any soft ghoul thoughts in your brain tonight? They would be greatly appreciated and recieved with love.

Thanks 💙

Oh my dear, I'm so sorry for your loss. This is a hard day for me too, the anniversary of a major death in my life. I empathize. Know that I'm always around if you need to talk.

I know it's a little late, but here is a short, soft dewther thought for you (because it's me and what else would I do) ♡

On a cold winter morning, there's nowhere Dew would rather be than right here.

Aether had appeared in his room entirely too late last night to be polite. Had knocked shyly on his door and whispered through the oaken slab, asked if Dew was awake. He hadn't been, but he's always been a light sleeper and needlessly weak for Aether.

He'd invited the other ghoul in with a grunt, already pulling back the blankets and cranking up his internal thermostat to get the sheets toasty. Aether had shuffled in on slipper-clad feet, wrapped in a fuzzy purple blanket and shivering so hard his teeth were chattering. He'd kicked the door shut and hurried to Dew's bed without so much as a greeting. He really didn't need one.

Aether's always cold in the winter, nearly as bad as Rain. Nearly as bad as Dew himself, back in the day. He doesn't complain though, not even once. Never so much as a peep, not when Rain was borderline hypothermic and in need of care.

Dew sees it, though. Sees Aether pull on more and more clothes - today's getup was a long sleeved thermal under a sweatshirt, thick sweatpants and two pairs of woolen socks under his slippers. He hears it too, mannerisms he's learned from years and years of exposure. That's how he knew to sleep off to the side tonight, knew to drag out the extra heavy blankets he never needs.

Aether had crawled under them without a word, bringing with him the unnatural chill of the void at the center of his being. Enough to make even a fire ghoul shiver. He hadn't complained, though. Had simply tucked Aether in up to his ears and snuggled up to his chest. Had buried his face in the shivering ghoul's neck and wrapped him up in long limbs. Had bled his warmth into that frigid body and smiled where Aether couldn't see it at the pleased groan he'd earned.

Dew never sleeps on nights like those. He's too preoccupied with making sure Aether's comfy, that he's warm and safe and sleeping off his bone-dewp exhaustion. For Dew, the loss of one night is nothing in exchange for the gentle rumble of Aether's peaceful snoring.

Plus, it means he gets to stare without getting caught. Once the shakes die down, Dew can pull away enough to look at Aether as much as he likes. To take in his rugged features, to memorize the lines on his face and the wrinkles by his eyes. He gets to admire Aether's beauty the way Aether does his - with pure, unabashed adoration.

Perish the thought of Aether actually seeing the besotted look on his face. Dew would never live it down.

The next morning is the best, though, and that's where Dew is now.

Aether had shifted onto his back once his muscles had relaxed. Dew lays molded to his side now, one leg hooked over Aether's hip and an arm slung over his belly. His head rests on the larger ghoul's shoulder, angled just so that he can take in Aether's serene expression. The sun has only just started to rise, its pale light washing stone walls in pinks and the faintest bit of orange.

The light does things to Aether's face. It brings out the hump on his nose and the chips in his horns. The splash of freckles decorating his cheeks. The curve of his lips and the line of his jaw. Dew can't help but touch, has to trace the topography of Aether's visage with the tip of a single, elegant finger. Has to commit every bit of it to memory.

The sun is fully up by the time Aether wakes. Dew hunkers down and watches him blink hazily at the ceiling, watches him get his bearings. Basks in the pleased hum he offers when Dew gives him a gentle squeeze, nuzzling onto his sweatshirt. Dew chirps when Aether noses at his hair, affectionate and sleepy.

"Mornin', firefly," Aether croaks. It's one of Dew'a favorite ways to hear him.

"Morning," he greets, voice low and warm, "how'd you sleep?"

"Mm, really good," Aether replies, and Dew can hear his smile. He pulls back to fix the other ghoul with one of his own. Aether strokes Dew's cheek. "How about you?"

"Like a baby," Dew says.

He thinks the soft kiss Aether gives him is worth the lie.

[protokirby]

Late night early morning messy alternate universe doodles. And by messy I mean what the heck are these lines sometimes

I usually don't draw on paper but it was easier to do that than to draw with a mouse on an uneven surface at the time. Sometimes I'm tired of fighting with the computer mouse ya know?

I was trying to sketch potential designs for a thing in a specific au here. I think it turned out super cool

It didn't end up being changed that much between different drawings so I think I got something here

The writing says "sleeves stretche with wing (not ripping somehow)

Yes I'm keeping my spelling error noted lol it's funny

Writing pointing to wings coming from under his cape: "sticks up from behind cape"

Writing pointing to his legs: "wings on backs of legs too"

Writing above the top most doodle showing legs: "wings on back of legs normally"

Lower doodle: "in flight" and "I don't know how to draw side view of this :("

Referring to the wings sticking up from the back: "from under cape. Not from arms"

Side note I kept miscalculating how long his shirt is so there's an extra unneeded line

Why did I write so many notes? Anyhoo

"Top horns go forward like tiger from monster rancher"

"Bone-like plates(?) on ears same as on horns and face and arms" or I'm 90% sure that says arms. That staff's on his arms so-

"Note: his teeth look normal most of the time but there are retractable points (like a night fury with extra steps)" lol a night fury with extra steps

This one was just my failure at trying to figure out bat wing physics

Here's a better one

"Breaking news! Local guy recently freed from curse can't get comfy because of lingering monster features. *annoyed*"

So yeah I had to say to myself 'just think of it like arm physics' and stuff like that. I don't remember what most fingers are called but the pinky finger and the one next to it are part of his wings so part of his wings move along with those two fingers

But oh yeah with the thought still fresh on the mind: 'just think of it like arm physics', I forgot arm physics in this one

"In flight (after a long time of not trying out his wings for fear of folks expecting him to use them if he could, something finally provokes him enough to take off.) So yeah it turns out the wings left by the curse actually still function"

Silly doodle

Au Hop: "Lately I've been into using random words as insults. It's funnier than using actual insults when done right."

Reaper(also an au Hop from a different au): "Woag"

Reaper has 2 Leons. The one with the caption "taking notes" above him is named Dandelost and isn't actually related to Reaper. Dandelost doesn't get along with his own Hop and well, Reaper is one of the few people who even can get along with Dandelost but ... Reaper, friendly little guy that he is, can easily get along with most people. Dandelost is planning on getting better at being a jerk to people here.

The other Leon standing next to Reaper (judging Dandelost for taking notes) is the one actually related to Reaper. He's a gargoyle who can turn into a human and he dresses all professional when he's a human.

The Leon next to the other au Hop doesn't quite approve of his own Hop attempting to be a bad influence on the small innocent chaotic floating Hop

Here's another silly doodle

Hop: "why is this daisy taking up my personal space!?"

Lacey: "tail....."

Drayton: "pfft" (worried about what Lacey would do to him if he laughed too hard so he's trying to keep it quiet)

Oh and theres another spelling error, but the writing pointing to Lacey says "has "fluffy withdrawel syndrome" since the aliens abducted the pokemon 26 years ago"

In the au the bat-dragon Drayton and the fluffy alien Hop and Leon are from, some kind of ripple effect(?) happened when the pokemon were abducted by some aliens that caused time (and aging) to pause. don't question it

[grace4867]

17 questions :)

tagged by @mickeysjones (thanks for the tag!)

1. nickname: My irl names real short so I don't really have one

2. zodiac: Aries

3. height: 5'1" - 5'2" ish

4. last thing i googled: The stardew valley wiki lol. I was looking for red cabbage cuz I need it to finish my community center

5. song stuck in my head: A Kelly Clarkson Christmas Song that I can't remember the name of and I don't even know why lol

6. number of people you follow: 125

7. amount of sleep you get: Anywhere from 5-7 during the week, 9-10 on the weekends

8. lucky numbers: 18? Idk lol

9. dream job: Storyboard Artist! (or Character Designer could be cool too. Something art related/ creative)

10. what are you currently wearing: Green Hoodie and jeans

11. movies/books that summarize me: Uh idk? I don't really relate to media that much. Specific characters sometimes but not entire things lol

12. what is your favorite instrument: To hear? I love piano or like fun string things like bass and violin or even banjo in the right circumstances. To play? 1000% French Horn you can pry mine outta my cold dead hands

13. favorite song right now: Tongues and Teeth by the Crane Wives or Against the Kitchen Floor by Will Wood

14. describe your aesthetic: Uh comfy I guess? Idk like once a week maybe I actually put effort into how I look bc practicality and comfort are my biggest concerns when it comes to clothes. I really sweaters too

15. favorite author: Tamsyn Muir

16. favorite animal noise: The weird sneeze noise my dog makes cuz he's dumb and I love him

17. random fact about myself: I can play the French Horn! And my family owns a pizzeria

Tagging for those who want to play: @eye-eye @soupbirded (if y'all wanna :])

[sanjana-aqua]

Feeling to be yours

Genre: AU, romantic, smut

Pairing: yoongi and reader (sana)

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It was raining constantly and she as usual forgot her umbrella. Waiting in the bus stand for more than an hour she got frustrated and finally decided to call him, her best friend min yoongi.

She knew it would be very odd to call him after that incident but she didn't have any choice.

OTP,

"Hello... Sana?" His voice was a mixture of suprise and confusion and now she was regretting a bit to call him

"Hi... Actually I am stuck in rain for more than an hour on a bus stand... And..." She was unable to form words...

"Okay give me your location... I'll be there in a jiffy"

She ended the call after giving him location and sat on the bench thinking about incident happened two weeks before.

Flashback

The college held prom party and being besties since childhood, yoongi and sana decided to go to prom as partners. Partly coz they both were lazy to search and ask someone and partly they didn't like anyone else company.

Yoongi was waiting for sana when he saw her coming wearing a beautiful off white gown. For the first time, he was seeing her in that girly attire, with her hair open and make up on point. He smiled and went towards her.

"Hey" he greeted her

She was too stunned to speak as he was looking like a prince in that tuxedo. Yoongi noticed her gaze and asked " Am i looking that handsome?"

She came to her senses and blushed a bit saying" yeah you are..."

He hugged her and said " you are also looking beautiful"

This was one of those random hugs from yoongi that made her heartbeat fast. She slowly hugged him. They separated and he said " let's to go dance floor"

They came to dance floor and started couple dance. While dancing, he pulled her a bit close and she shyly looked down. It was clear that both were having feelings for each other but both were not accepting it coz of their friendship.

Suddenly the dj said " i am gonna switch off the lights so couples... Please take this opportunity to kiss each other..."

Sana blushed more on this thinking she might kiss yoongi. The lights were off but she didn't feel anything. After a couple of minutes, when lights came... The scene infront of her broke her heart.

She saw him kissing someone else passionately. She controlled her tears and went out without saying anything...

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Present

A loud horn made her came out of her thoughts. It was still raining and she saw yoongi's car right in front of her. He opened the door and said " get in sana"

It was after that incident that they were seeing each other. She didn't go to university after that. Wasn't ready to face him. Fixing herself, she entered in the passenger seat of his car.

She closed the door and said " Thanks"

He hummed in response and started the engine. He was driving but rain was pouring hard and there was dead silence in the car. He wanted to say her that she can stay over but the distance created by her was stopping him to say so.

Here, sana also knew that it was getting difficult for yoongi to drive but she was still not ready to stay over his place. But seeing the rain increasing every minute, she said " we can go to your place if it's okay? "

Yoongi looked at her and blinked his eyes saying " I don't have a problem... If you are okay.. "

She avoided his gaze and said " I am fine with it"

He nodded and they head to his home.

They reached his home and entered in living room. Yoongi bought her comfy clothes and said " change and come... Dinner is ready"

She hummed in response and went to change. After that they had dinner in silence. Honestly, the silence was killing them both coz they wanted to speak out everything but still they were hesitating.

After dinner, sana was sitting on the couch and was thinking " should I tell him? Ask him about her girlfriend or not... I can't stop myself from falling for him however hard I try... Should I say him to break the friendship? I am he confused..."

Her thoughts were interrupted by sweet chocolate smell. She turned and saw yoongi coming towards her while holding two cups of hot chocolate.

"He still remember" she thought

He handed her a cup and as she was gonna have it, he asked "care to explain?"

She looked at him understanding what he was asking, still he said "explain what?"

She took a sip and he said "explain you ghosting me... Not picking my calls... Not coming to university... Not meeting me when i came to your home.... Explain these things miss sana..."

She looked down but didn't say anything.

He signed and said " I don't wanna loose my bestie"

Her tear drops at this point hearing he consider her only as bestie. She wiped it quickly and said " i was just unwell"

" you can't lie to me... Then why are you trying..." He said more in angry voice.

"I don't have to explain anything" she looked outside and the rain has stopped. She placed the cup on table and said " I am leaving... Thanks for help"

She turned but in a second, he held her hand and made her face him. She looked in his eyes and saw so much emotions... Anger, hurt, care, worry...

" Don't leave like you left the prom... Without saying anything..."

When he mentioned prom, that incident flashed in her mind and automatically she got teary.

"why didn't you tell me you have someone in your life yoongi...." She sniffed.

He wiped her tears and asked "what do you mean"

" I saw you kissing her on the prom"

Now things got cleared for him. He smiled a bit and said "that's y you were ignoring me?"

She looked down and didn't say anything.

Yoongi " sana... I didn't kiss her on purpose... When dj turned off the lights... I was pulled in the front.... I th.. thought... It... It was... Y-you... That's y..."

She immediately looked at him and asked "what..."

Yoongi cupped her face and said " yes sana... I wanted to kiss you... To confess to you that i loved you since long... N i thought you initiated the kiss... When lights came... I opened my eyes seeing it was someone else... I immediately pushed her and looked for you... But you were nowhere..."

Sana's mind froze when she heard he loves her... She hugged him and said" i love you too yoongi... Since very long... "

He hugged her back inhaling her scent and said "now that everything is cleared can I kiss you?'

She blushed and slightly hit arm. He broke the hug and said "please..."

She looked in his eyes and saw the love she always wanted to see in those. She slightly nodded and he inched towards her. Their lips met and both felt euphoric in that moment. He held her firmly while kissing her and his hands roamed around her body feeling her.

She felt a current gush when his hands were exploring her body. She held his hair and caressed them. After a passionate make out, they broke the kiss.

Both joined their forehead while panting.

" sana... I wanna feel you" he said in husky voice.

She understood what he meant... Even she was craving for him since long...

She kissed his forehead and said " i also wanna feel you yoongi"

He smiled and picked her in his arms taking her to the room. He gently laid her in bed and hovered her. Kissing her forehead he said " if you feel uncomfortable... Let me know"

She smiled and said " I can never be uncomfortable with you yoongi..."

He kissed her palm and started opening her shirt. With each button opening, her breathing was becoming uneven. He fully opened his shirt and saw her milky skin covered with black bra which turned him on more.

"you look so sexy darling" He planted a soft kiss on her belly and she moaned in pleasure. He removed her shirt and kissed her nipples over the bra. She was trying to keep her voice low when he said "moan and scream for me babe... I wanna hear you"

Saying this, he bit her collarbone and she gasped "ohhh yoongi....mmmm"

" you smell so good babe..." He kissed her neck and marked her his while giving her hickey. She was a moaning mess and was unable to control herself....

He unhooked her bra and threw it somewhere in the room. Her cheeks became more red when she saw him staring at her chest while licking his lips.

"Babe... Don't tease me..." She pleaded but he just smirked. Unable to control, she gripped his hair and pulled his face closer to her boobs.

" So desperate huh darling" he teased her more. She just whined and he said " I'll give whatever you want"

He immediately took one in his mouth while sucking on hard and with one hand he was playing with the other nipple. She arched in pleasure and said "yes babe....mmmm...like that...aahhh...you're so good babe...faster and harder... Oh maannn... I feel like cuming from this only..."

He smiled internally feeling the effects he have on her. While sucking, his another hand went inside her skirt and he felt the wetness there.

"already so much ready for me"

She gasped when she felt his thumb on her core. This was a very new experience for her and her stomach was forming a lump... She couldn't understand and her legs started to shake.

He immediately took his hand back and said "not so soon darling"

He made her look him and removed his shirt and jeans with the boxers. Her mouth opened wide seeing his length and she gulped hard.

He removed her skirt gently with undies and asked "can I eat you out?"

She was stunned as she didn't expect this.

"i...ummm...ahhhh..." Suddenly he kept his hand there...

"please darling..." He pleaded.

She nodded as she wasn't able to say anything.

He opened her leg wide seeing her pink pussy. The sight turned him on much more and he started kissing her ankle till inner thighs. She was moaning and groaning with each kiss leading to her pussy and she screamed when she felt his lips on her core...

"yoongiiiiii.....ahhhhhh....."

"you taste so good darling....so amazing...."

He took out his tongue and inserted inside. She closed her eyes tightly and her one hand gripped the sheet while other guiding him while holding his hair.

She felt his finger along with his tongue and her legs started to shake again. He understood and said " yes darling... Give me all... Everything..."

She lost it and came. Yoongi can sense she got tired by this. He cleaned her and came above her giving a kiss.

She looked at him lovingly and asked cutely "can i give you blowjob babe..."

Yoongi smiled at her cuteness and said " as much as i want it darling i know i won't be able to satisfy you after that... "

She poured and said "okay... But I'll do that in morning..."

He kissed her pout and said "sure darling... Now be ready... Coz I'm gonna drive you crazy..."

Without giving a second, he entered her fully and she screamed... "Yoongiiiiii.....fuckkkkkk.... U idiot...it's my first time...."

Yoongi caressed her cheek and said"sorry darling...you are looking so sexy i couldn't control myself... Just a min... The pain will turn in pleasure..."

And as he said it turned into so much pleasure for her. She soon started moaning his name while he was kissing her every now n then to reduce pain.

After a hot session, they laid beside each other hugging.

Sana" i think I'll have to take one more week leave"

Yoongi laughed at this and said "no worries babe... You'll get used to it..."

Sana (confused)" means"

He kissed her lovingly and said "if we'll do it again and again...you'll get used to the pain" and he again laughed...

She hit his arm and said "brat..."

Yoongi hugged her tight and said "i love you darling"

Sana kiss kis chest and said"i love you too babe"

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[technecat]

Uh, buckle up, it's a long one.

I got an upper endoscopy today. That's the one where they stick a camera down your throat and look at your esophagus and stomach and you have to do a full fast (not even water) beforehand. I can't tell you much about the procedure part because I was so exhausted that at the first hint of sedation, I was OUT. What I can tell you is how badly I messed up preparing for this thing that went perfectly, smoothly, 100% fine.

I have Anxiety. I like to give it the capital A out of respect, but also because it's part of GAD, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, which is my official diagnosis. Those of you with GAD probably know why I'm specifying, but those without are probably confused at why I'm specifically mentioning GAD instead of just anxiety. Pack in because we're talking about brain feelings and emotions for a sec.

So, GAD is a funky thing because it basically amounts to: A Low Level of Anxiety All The Time: But No Reason, Just Because. It's just like having a layer of anxiety on everything all the time, no triggers required (but things are still triggering! Trust me!). I take medication for it and have been for the past 20 years. It helps a lot! I live a pretty low-anxiety life with meds and the tools I've gained from therapy over the years. If I may toot my own dang horn, I am pretty good at handing my anxiety.

What I'm not good at handling is unknown experiences. I like to have trial runs of things. I like to practice. I also like to know as much as possible about a thing before I try doing it, so that I can have some modicum of control over my emotions and actions when I do it. Now, this isn't to say that I am not extremely adaptable to new situations because- whew- I can adapt to anything as a new normal in about a day, no problem. I'm great at mentally placing myself in a new situation ahead of time and getting comfy.

Which is why the sheer amount of anxiety that I endured in the 24 hours before my procedure was strange. I had already read up on the procedure, talked over the phone with the nurses, and planned out my preparation phase. I was not worried about it going poorly and I was only slightly concerned about being uncomfortable. "Normal people" amounts of anxiety over a new thing. NBD. Really, I wasn't nervous about the medical procedure at all.

What I was nervous about was...the fact that I should be feeling nervous about the procedure. And here's where GAD really gets ya'. The only anxiety trigger was that I was feeling too calm about the whole thing. And again, anxiety folks probably get me here, but it's freaking wild to realize that you are anxious because you feel like you have to be, and not because you have a reason to be. Like my brain was kicking me for slacking on my fight or flight.

Yesterday, the day before the procedure, was a fairly normal Monday for me. Back to classes, back to reminding students that it's not time to relax yet because our final project starts next week, trying to get them to critique each other's work even though it was Senior Skip Day (no one warned me) so a quarter of my students were gone. I was busy with grading and planning out next week, so I didn't really have a chance to think about being nervous for more than a few minutes. I even talked to a coworker at lunch who'd had the same procedure and walked away unscathed and unable to remember any of it.

By the end of the school day though, I could feel it setting in. I was getting a pretty bad migraine (unusual for me on a Monday; my chronic migraines are on a Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday cycle right now) so I guessed it was probably stress and went home right away to lie down.

I did not get back out of bed until this morning. My migraine attack got so bad I was nauseated most of the evening, which really isn't what you want when you can only eat solid food until 8 PM that night, but my brain and my stomach were fighting each other tooth and nail for no reason so I managed a few bits of a tortilla with cream cheese in it, some pear-apple sauce, and 4 oz of oat milk with a little protein mix in it. I topped it all off with a liquid antacid right at 8 so my efforts would not go to waste, and then was only allowed water until midnight.

A little aside here to say that I don't eat a lot but I take small meals quite often. I generally do: liquid breakfast, second breakfast, snack, lunch, snack, dinner, and sometimes another snack/light dessert if I can squeeze it in. I'm not able to eat solid food in general before 7am or after 8pm. All of this is a result of having a very fast metabolism and what I'd always been told was borderline hypoglycemia (low blood sugar). I always wake up extremely hungry and thirsty and sometimes even dizzy and cranky and can rarely wait more than an hour to have breakfast. If you're following along, you might guess what my next big problem was.

It's now 10 PM the night before and I have sipped a bit of water and taken my normal medication, but nothing else. I've been lying in bed reading WebToons for about 5 hours. Normally, I would already be asleep as I get up at 7 for work, but my appointment wasn't until 8:45 the next day so I decided- bear with me reader, I'm sorry, hindsight is 20/20- I decided to stay up as late as possible so I could force myself to sleep in until the last moment and not have to deal with feeling hungry.

I should count myself extremely lucky that I have had the great fortune in life to have forgotten that hunger makes it hard to sleep. I went to bed at midnight out of sheer exhaustion and woke up...at 7am when my alarm went off. I managed to fall back to sleep until the 7:30 "you're about to be late, leave now" alarm went off and my brain said OK, it's Tuesday let's go. I could not fall back to sleep and what sleep I had was not quality (you never get really good quality sleep from exhausting your brain into it).

So now I'm: hungry, dehydrated, about 3 hours underslept, and extremely, extremely tired and sore from the migraine I had the night before. (Another small aside: the last phase of a migraine attack is the postdrome a.k.a the hangover phase. It feels exactly like a bad hangover and mine usually last around 12-48 hours.)

I am so pissed off and exhausted I have tears in my eyes. I have royally screwed this whole thing up for myself already and it was only partially my fault (partially just bad migraine luck) which made me even angrier. It took me 10 minutes to get dressed because my postdrome brain fog + drowsiness + hunger meant I couldn't focus on anything, let alone finding clothes to put on my body. I kept snapping in and out of being nervous and being too tired to be nervous.

The 20 minutes in the waiting room is absolute torture on my migraine-fried brain. They have a morning news station on the TV that is blasting political attack ads and local news. It switches to a morning talk show with a lady who screams every word she says. Someone nearby is letting their kid play an iPad game with the volume all the way up. I have literally curled up on a chair shielding my eyes from the florescent lighting. My partner is there with me, but he can't do anything to help my brain stop being a stupid baby. I can't sleep because I can hear every damn noise and conversation in the room and see the lights through my eyelids. I was, as they say, extremely overstimulated.

When they call my name I hear it but my body refuses to move. My husband shakes me but it's still impossible for about 10 seconds. I mentally note that my blood sugar must be extremely low-- while simultaneously my partner mentions to the nurse that my blood sugar is low. I have trouble standing and have to lean on him until they get me a wheelchair. They take my blood sugar and it's fine. "It's actually very good! It's 93", chirps the nurse. I don't know what that number means because, like it mentioned, I was only ever diagnosed with borderline hypoglycemia and just always assumed my blood sugar was the problem.

The rest of the stay was uneventful. Like I said at the beginning, everything went smoothly, I don't remember anything from the actual procedure beyond being hooked up to an IV and told to lie on my side. I very briefly spoke with the doctor who apologized that I had a headache from my migraine and when I told him I was used to it he frowned and said, "I don't like that you have gotten used to it". Me neither, bud. But what I remember saying aloud was "it's fine, I'm fine".

I woke up back in the room I started in with my husband sitting in the same place and the nurses popping in and telling me to rest as long as I needed, but also I was good to go whenever "and eat soft foods for a while". I don't remember getting home, only that I had a smoothie and took a 4 hour nap immediately. I am hungry but otherwise unfazed.

Except...the blood sugar thing is still bugging me. And it was bugging me the whole time I was lying in the bed trying to let the IV do its job and chill me out. If it's not my blood sugar dropping that causes me to be so sluggish in the morning, or cease functioning properly if I don't eat every 2 hours (4 maximum) then what the heck have I been dealing with for 20 years?

I've only been diagnosed with chronic migraine since 2019 and they only started being chronic in my 30s; before that, attacks just happened occasionally. I had them misdiagnosed them as food poisoning and sinusitis several times. (If you get sinus headaches a lot, look into seeing an ENT and Neurologist, you might be surprised. And yes, migraine attacks can cause nasal congestion!) So, migraine doesn't seem like the long-term answer even if it may have been the reason why I had issues today. So I guess once we figure out what's wrong with my stomach, I'll need to go to the doctor again and figure out what's wrong with...whatever is wrong with me.

Anyway, I don't have a fun way to wrap up this story, I just wanted to share it with y'all.