#candy birds and bees

[billthedrake]

GRANDDADDY ISSUES

I tried not to seem too eager, waiting in the living room. The Christmas tree was still up and various cookies and candy still out. Mom always went all out for the holidays, even if it was just the two of us.

Thing was, my mother was happy I was close to her father. Always had been and even more so since her divorce. Granddad Paul didn't live super close, but he made an effort to come visit at least once a month. Catching my lacrosse games, being there for my birthday each year, and just completing out the rump family Mom and I had. As a single mother, she held it together, props to her, but Granddad made it feel like a family.

Summers I'd spend a month with the man. He was a high school history teacher and football coach, and had down time to spend with me. I was 16 before I realized his appointed, or self-appointed role, was to be the father figure in my life. Teaching me guy stuff, man stuff. Fishing, camping, home repairs. Birds and the bees. Guy talk.

Of course Mom would freak out, and more, if she new Granddad Paul and I had fooled around the summer after high school. Testing the waters, then diving in. I thought I was confused sexually, but when Granddad went down on me, and sucked a healthy load from my 18 year old jock balls, I knew I wasn't confused one bit. I learned how to return the favor.

I heard him pull up, an old but reliable pick up truck. I looked out the window to watch him get out.

Granddad was the perfect man in my book. 5'10 and barrel chested, walking slightly bow legged like an overgrown jock, he strode up to the door, hands in his jeans pocket. He had on only jeans and gray sweatshirt emblazoned with the high school he'd coached at. He'd let his normal short hair cut grow out to a medium length, almost shaggy and fully gray.

"Killer!" he beamed when I opened the door. I could see the silvery stubble on his chin and smell his aftershave as he pulled me into a tight hug. I now knew how to return the bear clasp myself, patting Granddad's meaty back and feeling his cool cheek next to mine before we pulled back, matching smiles on our faces. Yeah, Granddad missed me, too. He gave a wink and patted my upper arm.

"Merry Christmas, Dad!" I heard my mom behind me. My cue to step aside.

"Linda!" Granddad said. "Merry Christmas." He greeted my mother with a gentler hug. "You're looking great," he said.

My mom had been taking care of herself lately. She had a new boyfriend, Gary, who'd come over for Christmas dinner. I suspected they were more serious than Mom let on, but she didn't want to push things too fast with me. Not that I cared.

For his part, Granddad always had Christmas dinner with my uncle and his family, who lived closer to him. So the day after was Christmas part two for us. Presents and an afternoon light dinner before I threw a couple of bags in the cab of his truck for the hour ride.

It was great this year. Mom was in a great mood, between the boyfriend, her recent promotion at work and my return from college. I did my best to help in the kitchen so should could have time with Granddad.

I'd bought Granddad a new electric shaver Mom said he wanted. The irony was clear to me when he opened it, his scruff fully evident. He even made a joke about it. "Guess it is time to get more presentable," he said.

He got Mom a gift card for the local department store. "You know I can't pick out what you want, Linda," he apologized.

"I'll make good use of it," she assured him, getting out of her chair to give him an affectionate hug.

I was blown away when I opened the small box for my present. There were two tickets to the upcoming Panthers game.

"Jesus, Granddad," I let out, then checked myself. Mom didn't like me to swear, though I didn't do any outright cussing.

He looked like he couldn't wait to read my reaction. "They're as much for me as for you, even if the Panthers aren't doing so hot this season," he said. "I figured it would give us something to do this week."

It was a week and a half I'd spend with the man, but who was counting?

We ended up hitting the road by mid afternoon. Granddad wanted to get us back before nighttime. On the ride it was a lot of catching up. Mostly me giving a monologue about my first freshman semester, what classes I was taking, and what I'd signed up for in Spring.

I could tell something was on Granddad Paul's mind. "You, um, talk to your dad, Drew?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yes, sir. we talked a little yesterday," I said in a flat tone. I didn't get along with my father. He was pretty absent and I had a lot of resentment.

Granddad looked over with a deep emotion and reached over to massage the back of my neck. It was affectionate and perfect. "I know it's tough, kiddo." Pulling his eyes back to the road he kept his hand there. The touch was getting me hard.

And as I looked over, taking in his weathered face and deepening wrinkles that framed his ruddy cheeks and roman nose, I was getting turned on for real now. I was wired for men, older men. Old men, really, though I was a low-key resentful that none of the men in the "mature" porn matched Granddad's hotness. He was well-preserved and yet clearly in his 60s. That combination was electric to me.

The man seemed to read my mind. "You know, Drew, we don't have to do anything this week. Anything you don't wanna."

I nodded. But my tone was upbeat, eager. "I wanna Granddad," I assured him. "It's kind of all Ive been thinking about the last few months."

"Is that right?" he chuckled. I felt his fingers tease the hair on the nape of my neck. "I figured Killer Stenson would have some fun to keep him occupied in college." Stenson was my Dad's last name, and mine too.

I spread my legs. I was officially bricked now. If Granddad had said HE didn't want to fool around, I didn't know what I would have done. I would have respected his wishes, and yet...

"No, sir. I guess I'm not wired for college guys, really," I said. It was a big admission, and one I'd rehearsed in my head for several weeks now. Turns out, Granddad Paul made me feel comfortable. It was all coming out easily now.

"And college girls?" he prompted.

"Not wired for girls at all, actually."

He nodded, taking it in. "You told your mother?"

I shook my head. "No, sir," I replied. "I haven't told anyone. Other than you."

"Well, it's no one's damn business if you don't want it to be."

We were getting close to Granddad's place and soon he removed his hand as he turned into the gravel driveway. He was a widower and when he'd retired, he'd bought a mountain cabin. We pulled up, and I got one bag, and Granddad the other. As we entered, I was reminded of the distinctly masculine space of the place. Wood paneling and woody-smoky scent from the fireplace. Framed photos of mountains and nature, a signed football jersey framed behind glass, and not much else for decoration.

Granddad could get in no-nonsense mode and already he was leading me back to the second bedroom, which was the guest room when I visited. "Everything is here for you, Drew," he said, setting down my bag.

I gave a quick look in. Basic bed with wool blanket rather than a duvet or comforter. I wanted to respect Granddad's space, but I had to take a chance.

"I was kinda hoping I could be in the master bedroom," I said, nervously looking into the man's blue eyes.

That caught him by surprise. We'd fooled around the previous summer, a lot actually, but it had felt very exploratory, a naughty new game for both of us. Maybe this was my way of ratcheting that game up. But I'd had almost four long months to imagine this visit.

Granddad was caught by surprise. "For real, Killer?" he asked, in that "are you sure?" tone. Then giving me a wink, he added, "I snore, you know."

"I don't give a fuck, Granddad," I said, emboldened by the fact he hadn't said no.

There was a look of lust on that handsome face of his, and Granddad closed the distance between us. I felt his breath and then the scruff of his stubble before our lips touched. A gentle peck, then I opened my mouth. Granddad has a thick tongue and I could feel it snake in between my lips.

Oh fuck, we were making out, and this felt different than before. Granddad pulling my body into his and me feeling up that strong body through his sweatshirt.

"Easy, Killer," he finally mumbled into my lips. "Soft kissin can be kind of hot, too."

And then Granddad showed me a new speed, a new technique. He was right, this was incredible, and amazingly the gentler approach was fueling my boner just as much.

I did grunt, though, as I felt Granddad's paw grip my crotch.

He had a big smile as he pulled back. "Let's take this to my bed, young man."

We made our way to the master bedroom and quickly stripped down. I loved how Granddad's eyes were on me the whole time. "You packed on some more muscle at school, stud?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yes, sir. Been hitting the weights hard," I added. I wasn't playing lacrosse at college, but I wanted to maintain and develop my jock body.

His eyes swept up and down my near nakedness. Appreciative, even as he got his lecturing tone. That Coach tone. "I hope you're doing it for yourself, Drew," he said. "Not for anyone else."

"I am, Granddad," I said with a slightly annoyed tone. Maybe he was right that my body issues and insecurities were driving my obsession with lifting and putting on muscle.

"Well, you're the kind of stud who makes me thankful I'm a man."

Then I watched Granddad slip off his underwear, showing off that full magnificent 65 year old body. Muscular but with some loose sag to the beef, that build was covered in a thick silvery fur trimmed evenly, at least until the darker bush, where gray pubic hairs grew longer and stray next to the brown ones. Granddad Paul's cock was just shy of 6 inches and cut and pretty thick, especially at the base. He'd confided to me that he took pills for a mild case of ED, and maybe he'd taken one that day, because his prick was sticking up hard.

"I'm thankful you're a man, too, Granddad," I joked, even as I slid off my boxers and showed my grandfather my erect dong. I wasn't as thick as him, but I had a good inch and a half in length on him.

"Goddamn," he hissed. I loved how the man let loose with the swearing when it was just us. Especially at times like this. He stepped up and reached down to gently stroke my hardon from base to tip. "OK if I suck this, Drew?"

I didn't know why he was being so coy, but then I realized he'd had four long months to imagine us having sex again. Anticipating. Not knowing where we'd pick off, or even if we would.

"Um, yeah, Granddad."

He looked up from my dick. "You know, my name is Paul."

"I know," I said. It felt weird being on a first name basis. The tone in my voice suggested I never would be.

That got a chuckle out of him. He hadn't let go of my cock, instead he slowly stroked it. Without lube it felt more of a tease motion rather than a jacking off pleasure. I loved it. "If you're game, there's some stuff I want to try this week," he said. A little nervousness was behind his mature experience.

"Yeah?" I asked excitedly. I reached forward to feel up his torso, feeling the thickness of his aged muscle.

He nodded. "You tried fucking yet, Killer?" he asked with a grin.

"No, sir," I said. "Been thinking about it, though. A lot."

That brought a smile to his face. "Your mother would kill me," he said.

"She's not gonna find out, sir," I assured him.

Granddad released my dick and then crouched down in front of me, His strong hands ran up and down my outer quads as he stared at my dick. "We're gonna have a lot of fun this week, aren't we, Killer?" he breathed.

"Yes, Granddad," I answered.

He leaned in some and skinned back my foreskin. "You know I'm not a big fan of your father, but I'll give him credit for leaving your skin intact."

I felt his tongue taste the tip then watched him open up and take me in. I still got a thrill from seeing this masculine man being so enthusiastic sucking dick. He didn't got slow either. Taking just a second to get used to me and my size, he began working me up and down with long steady mouth strokes. Twisting his head slightly and giving a gentle tug of my balls.

"Granddad!" I urged. My lock was loaded and my sexual response was far more primed than I expected. If Granddad kept it up, I wouldn't last long. I even gave a half hearted attempt to push his shoulders back, but he kept on me. I looked down on his almost entirely gray hair and his mature body. He was bobbing faster now, and sucking more fervently. "FUCK!" I gasped.

I heard the man choked down my heavy load in successive swallows. His moans around my spurting prick were deep and appreciative as he rode out my orgasm with his slowed down sucking.

"Goddamn, buddy," he finally said as he pulled back and wiped his chin. "That's one helluva load. Please tell me you have more in the tanks for later."

"Probably," I laughed, enjoying the way my dick stayed rigid after cumming so hard.

He took his time standing up. "Think I can feel you up for a bit?" he asked. Already he was climbing on to the bed and scooting over to the other side to pull out some lube.

I wasn't sure what he was wanting but I got in bed, too. He squirted a good deal of lube on his dick and started stroking before turning back to me. His free hand ran along my bare torso.

"You got a beautiful body, Killer," he said, openly massaging my chest and abs. I wasn't completely smooth but compared to him I was.

"Thank, Granddad," I said. "I love yours, too." I reached out and began to touch his furry chest.

"I'm old," he said with a laugh.

I looked into his eyes. "Don't take this the wrong way, Granddad, but I like em old."

"You into the daddies, Killer?" Granddad smiled.

"Older, even," I admitted. "A man has to be 60 before I notice him. I'm kind of messed up."

"Hardly, stud," he said. He took his hand and moved to touch and caress my chin. "I got a good bud like you."

I tried to pick up on the implications of what he was saying. Put two and two together. "A boyfriend?" I knew Granddad had gone mostly for men after Grandma died. Said he didn't think he was up for another traditional relationship and that there was too much lost time to make up.

"No," the man replied. "Just a deep friendship. He's married now, but craves a little coach time, you know?" I could tell he was hesitant to tell me about this.

"A former player?" I asked.

"That stays between you and me, Killer."

"Yes, sir." I ran my hand down, past his moving fist, to cup his balls. "I'm just glad you got someone looking after you, Granddad."

"Oh kiddo," he breathed, closing in the gap for another kiss. This was less soft than before but it was amazing. Real heavy making out as Granddad moved back to feeling my body as he jerked off. He had a slower sexual response but it didn't take him long. He pawed at my chest more aggressively as I felt the tension rise and release in his body. He grunted into my mouth and I felt his hot cum splash on my belly.

We embraced and held each other after our orgasms, making out some but also just feeling each other's bodies.

"So... the older man thing," Granddad said, breaking the silence. "How much of that is me?"

He asked the thing that had been on my mind. "Some of it. But I think if we hadn't fooled around, I would have found someone who reminded me of you."

That got a soft grunt from the man. I knew the words hit him in an emotional and sexual place. "Is that what we're doing, Killer? Just fooling around?" There was an edge to his voice, teasing yet sexual.

"Oh god, Granddad," I hissed. "I've been trying not to get ahead of myself."

He gave me a thoughtful look, his blue eyes set off by his gray hair and weathered face. "Well, we got all week to figure things out."

"Week and a half," I corrected.

Granddad smiled. "You serious about what I said earlier? About trying more?"

I felt his strong biceps, pumped beneath the looser skin. "I'm not very experienced, sir. But I wanna be. I want you to be the one to show me."

We kissed, soft again, super slow. I was hard but not eager to cum again, just enjoying the proximity to him. I could feel Granddad's cock plump out, too. It was dark out, pitch black dark, and we had only the light of the bedlamp. I had no idea what time it was, but my stomach rumbled.

That got his attention. He pulled back and looked me up and down. I had the feeling I was his Christmas present, more than the electric razor. "Let's get some food in you, buddy. And we can take our time with the rest, OK?"

I got up. Granddad handed me one of his T-shirts and a spare pair of sweats. I loved wearing his clothes, and I loved that he trusted me to start a fire in the fireplace while he made us some burgers. Granddad is particular about the fireplace being set up and lit the proper way.

Even if the meal was casual, washed down with cans of cold lager, it felt like the most special date night I could imagine.

Maybe I was a little too silent as I ate. Even when I was done, I sipped my beer and looked at Granddad Paul's handsomeness and felt like the luckiest man.

"What are you thinking, Drew?" he asked softly.

I blushed. "Just crushing out on you a little, sir. Sorry."

He shook his head. "Don't be sorry. I'm crushing out on you, too, buddy. More than a little."

I felt flush hot with desire and emotion now. I threw hard, I couldn't help. Granddad noticed and chuckled. "Just be patient with me, Killer, I'm an old man and don't have the sex drive I once did."

My turn to laugh. "You do just fine, sir." This time I took the initiative, setting down my beer and moving over to kiss him.

I lost track of time again. Both of us did. I never fished my beer. I was tired enough anyway, when Granddad wordlessly led me back to his bedroom. Our bedroom for the week. No more sex that night, just spoon naked against one another. But Grandad Paul was right: we had all the time we wanted to take together.

[saradika-graphics]

DIVIDERS MASTERLIST | FLORALS & ANIMALS

AESTHETIC - FLORALS

— Bees/Honey/Flowers

Bees Part 2

— Bugs & Garden

Part 2

—Carnations

— Cherry Blossom / Peach

— Cherries

— Cute Flowers

— Dark Romantic Florals

Maroon Recolor

Pink Recolor

— Daisies

— Daisy / Sunflower

— Dandelions

— Fall Florals

— Flowers & Hearts

— Flowers & Stars

— Forget Me Not

— Hibiscus

— Hydrangea

— Lavender

— Lilies

— Lily of the Valley

— Marigolds

— Moonflower

— Pastel Floral

— Pastel Green & Blue Florals

Navy Blue

Black

— Pink & Green Floral

— Red Poppies

— Red Spider Lily

— Roses/Chains

Gothic Roses

Black & White Roses

— Sunflowers

— Tulips

— Wildflowers

— Wisteria

AESTHETIC - HEARTS

— Black Hearts

— Blue Gradient Hearts

— Candy Hearts

— Hearts

— Heartbeat Dividers

Part 2

— Green Hearts

— Lilac Hearts

— Pastel Blue Hearts

— Pink to Maroon

AESTHETIC - ANIMALS

— Birds

— Bunnies (Pastel)

Bunnies/Angels

— Butterfly (Yellow)

Blue/Silver

— Cats

— Cheetah

— Deer & Blue Jay

— Dinosaurs

— Dog/Puppy

— Dragons

Part 2

Part 3 (GoT/HoD)

— Farm

— Feathers

— Fish

— Frogs & Lilypads

— Jellyfish

— Peacocks

— Penguin

— Starfish

AESTHETIC - FOOD

— Alcohol

— Bakery

Part 2

— Blueberries

— Chocolate

— Coffee/Tea

— Citrus

— Fruit

— Pancakes / Waffles

— Peaches

— Pies

— Pizza/Spaghetti

— Potatos

— Ramen

✨(Everything was made using Canva - so check that app out if you’re looking to make your own! Credit is not required but a reblog would be great if you use! 💕) ✨

[comatosebunny09]

Next-door neighbor Leon would do something so cheesy and dramatic to help jumpstart this new life of yours. A romantic gesture to show how serious he is about you and to make up for all the things you missed out on in your youth.

He adorns the bed of your pickup truck with cushions, pillows, and blankets one night. Cuts up fruit and grabs the candies and drinks you like so much for a date under the stars. He sets up a projector and screen on your front lawn for the two of you to watch a movie. And it’s so cliche and so ridiculously Leon that it makes you laugh and all misty-eyed.

The movie’s really just background noise for the two of you to lie on your backs and laugh and hold hands as you gaze up at the stars. There’s a comfortable lull in the conversation after you talk for hours. Leon takes the opportunity to roll over you with a wicked grin on his face.

“Wanna make out like a couple of teenagers?”

You snicker, cupping his stubbly cheek. “I don’t think my parents would like that. We haven’t even had the birds and the bees talk yet.”

Leon scoffs, inching in until his lips brush yours. “Why talk about when I can give you firsthand experience?”

You giggle, playfully punching him, though it’s packed with a little more power than you anticipate as Leon coughs.

“Sorry,” you placate, drawing him back down for a kiss.

He smiles against your mouth, briefly breaking away to rasp, “Didn’t even hurt. I was just givin’ you shit.”

You scoff at him, pushing him away and maneuvering your bodies on the truck bed until you straddle him. “I’ll make it hurt this time, then.”

He grins so wide, pulling you to him with a hand at the nape of your neck. “I’m countin’ on it, sweetheart.”

[dollarstoreartsupplies]

i’m a little late to this but i’d love to hear your hc’s for any of the main npmd characters!!! (especially grace or pete!!)

oooooohhhh baby hell yeah hell yeah

hyper specific pete headcanons:

sits crammed into the tiniest ball possible, like, full knees to chest, arms wrapped around shins, hunched tiny -- he's so damn tall that it looks WILD but he Cannot and Will Not Sprawl

left handed, but very aggresive about it, he owns literally every left handed tool; scissors, notebooks, etc..

really only likes sweets, he has to actively make himself to eat shit that isn't just insanely sugary (and, like, he doesn't hate everything savory) but if he didn't need it to survive i dont think he'd eat anything but desserts

really good dancer techncially, but he has a ton of trouble doing anything artistic with his movement or expressions

always cold at all times forever

cannot and will not get his drivers license

grace:

in love with esther from veggie tales

loves cutesy things like sanrio and strawberry shortcake from an aesthetic standpoint but she doesn't ever really buy anything specifically branded, and refuses to go into stores like hot topic where they'd sell it becuase she think's they're satantic

her and her parents always watch old movies from the 40's and 50's when things were 'simpler' and more 'wholesome' (a lot of the very rauchy innudendos packed into said movies go right the fuck over her head)

she's one of those girls who in, like, 6th grade decided she wanted really neat handwriting, so she practiced that specific handwriting that's all round and cutesy and even

she uses a tinted lip balm and feels really rebellious about it (and slightly guilty)

loves those grandma strawberry candies

has a really, deeply, intensely curated pintrest and NO OTHER SOCIAL MEDIA

steph:

dyed her hair that specific purple-red color in middle school that every cool, edgy tumblr girl did

she eats like a person who got her menu straight from tiktok, like takis, monster, airhead sour strips,,,,, she does think this makes her cool and unique

prefers ankle socks but she wears crew socks when it became clear people thought that they looked cooler

vapes the fruitests, most artifically flavored shit

she has not left the house without eyeliner on since she was 12

she plays guitar and sings really well (it's her mom's old guitar; her mom was a honey queen winner and handed her the guitar to hold onto for 'just a second' while she went to do things with roman murray,,,, she did Not Come Back)

her car keys are on a lanyard with 400 million key chains

ruth:

she loves primary colors and painting her nails bright, mismatched colors and fun patterns, so she owns a lot of fun clothes/makeup/nail polish, but she gets too into her own head about it and never wears it out of the house

the physical embodiment of waiting until everyone leaves the house and taking out her laptop to sing along to musical theatre karaoke tracks

misses popcorn so bad :(

big dc nerd, but she does love the marvel hero squirrel girl

her first 'porn' was gay newsies smut fanfic

she's a middle child (OBVIOUSLY), she has a little sister whose really sporty and popular (and she's really jealous of her) and an older sister whose in college (the older sister is the hatchetfield bee from tgwdlm)

she probably vaped once a theatre cast party and had a panic attack in the bathroom

richie:

bleaches and dyes his own hair So! Badly! like his forehead is blue constantly and it turns green in a day and every surface of his home is stained blue

has spent hours trying to get the marble out of a ramune bottle

inexplicably knows a lot bird facts

had a close up magic phase as a kid which does impact his current day

has a samsung with like four million phone charms

he's the friend with a car but good fucking lord he's a bad driver it's so bad for his two friends with anxiety disorders

horrible with money, he spent like all his bar mitzvah money in a day on like a thousand dollar gaming laptop and a really rare anime figurine

wants to be a streamer so bad

i feel like he's an oldest child but in the way where he's the older twin or something and then has one or two little siblings, like it's a very vauge version of oldest

pierced his own ears and it went badly

[that-guy-is-not-real]

Welcome to Gleamfolk city OCs!

Drew these up just today, cause the ideas were neat.

Mr. Fluffe. This guy was the main idea! Local owner of a newly built golf course, and owner of a podcast with his pal Brax, this guy is the bee's knees when it comes to confidence! Over 7'ft tall, built like a fridge, and with some giant chompers ta boot, who WOULDN'T wanna know this guy?? Though, his views are a bit questionable. He's a bit greedy, and has no problems voicing his opinions about how weird he finds it that people who frown a lot aren't seen. I mean, come on! He's losing potential audiences! He is very, very loyal. Mainly to Brax, but if you humor him and let him interview you? He'd consider you a good pal, and WOULD defend you from whatever comes your way! He also has a lot of beef with Polly the news bird. He calls her 'very insensitive' and 'too orange'.

Next up is his best buddy, Brax! Brax is as normal as you can get. Minus the not-so-outgoing attitude. He's very reserved, only really having conversations with or around Mike. He trusts him, and Mike gives unrelenting support for what he does in return. He's more of the apologist of the two. He goes out of his way to apologize for Mike's general personality (Loud, grating, and overall kind of rude) in any way he can. A few dollars here, a candy or something there, and boom! He tries his best.

Storywise, if I am correct, Nero lives in an apartment. Now, out of pure coincidence, Mike got into an incredibly heated debate with multiple people about how the news is corrupt, and how the people there at Gleamfolk city are so stupid, it seems. So, out of anger, and mild caution, he decided to move! To the apartment. He's not even near Nero living space wise. He just went door-to-door introducing himself to the locals. To mixed results (some called him obnoxious, he took this very personally). Then, he went close to Nero's door, where they just got out of said door. Mike and Brax then loudly asked how he was doing, prompting a very forced interview. After that, the two just show up randomly at his door to try to chat, get to know him better, and see if he wants to go on the podcast!

@dictatortirah

[faeriedelights]

matching bio ideas 💭

spinning @ around + dancing with @

@ peekaboo! + where did @ go??

@‘s knight in shining armour + @‘s darling prince(ss)

‘tickling @ + giggling cuz of @

@‘s bumblebee + @‘s flower

@‘s sunrise + @‘s sunset

@‘s artist’ + ‘ @‘s muse’

making honey for @ + @ is my buzzy bee

@‘s hero + @‘s sidekick

@‘s villain + @‘s evil minion

fighting crime with @ + saving the world with @

@‘s lemon + @‘s lime

watching the sunrise with @ + watching the sunset with @

ababab @ + oh really? @

if lost pls return @ to me + return to @ if lost

trick or treating with @ + stealing @‘s candy (sibs 🤭)

sugar + spice + everything nice

@‘s pumpkin + @‘s jack’o’lantern

petre ones:

biting @ + @‘s chew toy

playing with @‘s yarn + knitting/crocheting for @

showing @ my pretty wings + preening my (type of bird)

chasing after @ + can’t catch me @!

purring with @ + barking with @

character ones

@‘s ariel + @‘s eric (can be any disney combo)

@‘s wolvie + @‘s poolie + @‘s spidey (can be any combo)

@‘s raven + @‘s beast boy + @‘s cyborg + @‘s robin + @‘s starfire (etc)

@‘s pinkie + @‘s twilight (any pony combo, works for big groups!)

[themememerchant]

I'M WATCHING GRAVITY FALLS FOR LIKE THE 13TH TIME AND JUST-

WhY??? IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT CARPET DIEM???

Like, this episode was so fuking good!

Like-okay, I get that it's just sort of early show filler, but it's fucking amazing filler!

This episode had what I would consider to be some of the best jokes and one-liners in the whole series, and I've seen some parts in compilations here and there, but I feel like we collectively sleep on some of the raw chaos this episode brought!

Here are all of my favorite bits:

Dipper somehow hitting Stan in the head with a golf ball from the attic

Dipper having his leg gnawed by a wolf compared to staying with Mabel and her friends: "...This is still better."

Grenda walking out of an empty closet: "I don't know what I was kissing in there, but I have no regrets!"

Mabel poking dipper with a random twig: "Get ready to be poked by the fun stick!"

Dipper: "Washing clothes is a waste of time! I'm a busy guy!"

Mabel: "I'LL KILL YOU!!!"

The entire scene when Dipper and Mabel start freaking the fuck out over switching bodies

Dipper giving Stan a sandwich made from literal rocks after he ate an omelette shaped like his own face

Soos: "Nobody thinks it's cute when I lie naked on the living room floor."

Wendy just going:"Nope!" And walking away after seeing waddles screwing around with Soos' body

"I'm a creature of the night-But I'm also a creature of passion..." From Grenda's age-inappropriate romance novels

Stan choosing to step up for once and explain the birds and the bees to Dipper, unfortunately, Mabel was the one to receive "The Talk™" under horrible circumstances

Mcgucket finding a random talking pig in the streets, pulling out a knife and a fork from his beard, and proceeding to chase said pig across all of downtown in the hopes of a free meal

Waddles as Soos convincing Stan to give him a raise after Stan originally wanted to lower his salary

Candy switching bodies with Dipper for no reason other than she wanted to and Dipper being so done with everything

Mcgucket: "Come back! I wanna deep fry yer ears!"

Mcgucket as Candy: "I'VE REGAINED MY INNOCENCE!"

Dipper: "Well, I guess I'm a pig now. So that's a thing..."

- *proceeds to gnaw on an apple core*

Sheriff Blubs and deputy Durland presumably following a talking pig and a rabid old man to the mystery shack under the pretense of "-reports of excessive giggling."

Deputy Durland running into a wall five times for no reason after swapping into Dipper's body

Mcgucket threatening to eat Soos after everybody swapped back to their original bodies

- Mcgucket was really on point in regards to comedy this epsiode

Stan once again being hit in the head from a wayward golf ball

- Stan: "Why am I even out here at night?!"

The fact that Waddles, as Soos, somehow: gave a woman directions, presumably flirted with her, proposed to her at some point, and made his way back to the mystery shack in the span of what couldn't have been more than five hours tops

And that's all I can think of

I think I'll make this a regular thing, where I share my favorite bits and jokes from underrated pieces of media

IDK, maybe my sense of humor is just broken...

Either way, I have to go now, my planet needs me

Auf Wiedersehn, all ye rat children of the holy grail.

[shes-an-odd-bird]

You have any more domestic fluff headcanons for Billy and a girl he's in a relationship with? Any more domestic fluff headcanons for him and his little family he starts? What relationship would his kids have with Max and what kind of aunt would Max be in turn to them. Is she the fun and easygoing aunt or is she the aunt that instigates some playful trouble (the kids and her wearing identical shit eating grins that she clearly learned from him. Or maybe him from her).

Hi my love! 😘😘

I needed a minute to really think about this. I just love Billy so much. I think once he's out and away from Neil he's just a needy little nugget of affection. Almost like that little boy we see in his memory has a chance to slowly come out again. Of course he has his demons and everything doesn't happen overnight.

But let's start with Max (because it's such a great question):

So, I think as time went on, after Billy heals from living through being flayed (because he survives, damn it!), he and Max have a pretty special bond. They're much closer, but still torture each other, but in a more silly, playful kind of way, then in an angry way like before. They respect each other and deeply love each other, both having such shared trauma and pain. She's going to be the best aunt (and Lucas the best uncle because they end up together... my HC, hope it's canon)

On one hand she's the one who teaches them how to climb the big oak tree in the backyard. She's the one who takes them for ice cream before dinner, or sneaks little candies in their pockets for them to find later. She's taking them on their first rollercoaster and showing them how to win at every video game, introduces them to Wonder Woman. They have inside jokes, secret handshakes, and she teaches them curse words in pig latin when they're little just to see the look on Billy's face when he hears them for the first time, immediately looking over at her.. because he knows where they learned that 🤭 Truthfully she's a lot like Billy. Because Billy also sneaks candy to his kids or lets them have ice cream before dinner, but he acts like he's pissed at Max for doing the same, but she just rolls her eyes because she's not stupid, she knows they're so much alike it's ridiculous and really it's mom who has to worry because it's like having two Billy's around sometimes. 😂

But I also see Max as being the auntie they tell their secrets too as they get older. She gives the best advice and teaches them to be tough. She's actually the one who they go to with personal questions about relationships and she tells them more about the birds and bees than Billy ever could because he gets a little awkward thinking his kids have grown up that much. I hope she and Lucas have kids some day and then they're a whole group, cousins who are more like siblings.

So basically that's Billy too. The coolest dad who they love to sit in the car with while he drives too fast, who just laughs when they swear unless mom is around then he pretends he's surprised and upset until they say "Daddy, you say that all the time." or "Dada, you told us to say that." 😂

I think he dances with his little girl, introducing his kids to "the greatest bands" and what music is shit 😆 He reads to them every night and mom hears the kids laughing like crazy and they’re supposed to be settling down. Billy laying in their bed, surrounded by plushies and doing a different voice for each character and she has to laugh, remembering what a tough guy he was when she first met him and look at what a softie he's become.

Please share some of your HC’s because I feel like I could go on forever

[dewdwrite]

So if anyone has browsed through my Ao3, you might have noticed that it's got quite a few Loona centric stories. I figured I might as well cross post them here as well.

Here's a Sinsmas story that was just an excuse to write her gorging herself. With a follow-up chapter with the inevitable hangover. With some hunger, too

Minors DNI. Seriously, I'll just block you on sight.

Loona woke up to her usual alarm: Not by her phone or even Blitzo’s shrieking – Loona was woken up by her growling stomach. A hellhound's appetite rivaled all other demons of gluttony and Loona was no exception. Today wasn’t a day to be annoyed by her unnatural hunger though. It was Sinsmas, without a doubt Loona’s favorite time of year. Time to cut loose and indulge in her most natural sin. Despite feeling ravenous her phone was still the priority in the morning. She reached for it and brushed her messy hair aside as she unlocked it and started scrolling.

She squinted at her phone screen as she scrolled sinstagram. Everyone was already making sinsmas posts and for many the celebrations started the night before. She liked a few of her friends' posts and scrolled past videos of obnoxious drunken parties. After seeing multiple posts for sinsmas special meal deals her alarm clock sounded off again. She rested a hand on her midriff under the covers. It was vibrating under her palm begging for a meal. She squeezed her stomach gripping the excess pudge in her fingers.

A new notification popped up, it was a message from Bee. “Check your front door, your Sinsmas presents should be there.” Loona’s tail swished under the covers and tapped at her phone screen. “There’s a reason to get out of bed.” she pressed send and placed her phone back on the nightstand. Tossing off her covers she got out of bed and stretched. She took a moment to compose herself mentally and tug down her long night shirt before opening the door. Satan knows what her dad and Stolas would be up to. Lucky for her they were already at the breakfast table and too absorbed in each other to pay her any mind.

It wasn’t just one box at the door, but two massive ones. Bee was known to be generous to those she liked, but this was pure gluttony. Loona could hardly wait and pulled both of them inside before tearing them open. Bee had really outdone herself. They were filled to the brim with limited edition gluttony sinsmas snacks. Cotton candy crunchies, honey pops, hellhound biscuits, an entire case of glut honey. Loona’s stomach screamed in impatient excitement earring her a concerned look from the two love birds.

“Lots left over from breakfast for you sweety, Happy Sinsmas! Stolas and I have to run some errands, and will meet you at the office. Say hi to M&M for me.” Blitzo spoke quickly and pulled Stolas behind him, the large bird having to duck under the door frame as they left. Just like that they were gone. It would take some getting used to having Stolas around, but he wasn’t the burden he thought he was.

Loona wasted no time putting the case of gluthoney in the fridge. That was gonna be the height of the party later tonight. The kitchen was a disaster. Blitzo seemed to be quite distracted this morning on top of cooking seemingly everything he had ingredients for. Luckily everything was still piping hot and it’d be a shame to let any of it go to waste. Loona was salivating at the sight alone. She could feel her powerful stomach groaning and churning in anticipation.

Loona loaded up a plate clearing a good portion of the countertop and moving mountains of dishes and utensils to the sink. Pancakes, eggs, hash browns, black pudding, even steaks? Damn, he cooked all the meat in the house, and with a hellhound living here it was stocked with plenty. She stacked a plate high with her first meal of the day and took her time eating. She enjoyed the flavors on her tongue and the suggestion that her stomach was getting full. Eating fast wasn’t always satisfying. Sometimes she liked to slow down and feel every sensation in her body. Her digestive system was powerful and if she concentrated it felt even better. After a bit her plate was clean and her stomach was pressing against her night shirt. Her recent friendship with Beelzebub really kicked her appetite up a notch.

Not able to avoid it any longer, she deposited her plate and silverware into the sink with all the others. It was time to get ready for work. As she entered her room tossing her night shirt aside she quickly selected her typical outfit. The loose fitting top and tight shorts would be a lifesaver today. She had the intention to gorge herself at every opportunity.

By the time she left the apartment she was comfortably full and had her arms full of snacks. The trip to the office was a bit precarious but definitely worth it. She didn't pay much attention to Moxxie and Millie as they damn near killed each other “sparing”. That's how Wrath revelry went especially for imps. Her only concern was tearing into everything Bee had sent her. The honey lollipop was a nice touch. It was shaped like a paw and was sickeningly sweet. Any other day she might have passed up on it for something more savory. Luckily it was easily balanced out with the hellhound biscuits she also brought. They had a strong meat flavor like a beef cookie, just what she needed with all the sugar she was assaulting her taste buds with.

Her stomach was handling the overloading quite well. Ordinarily she’d just eat till she wasn’t hungry. Today wasn’t about that, today was about constantly having her stomach completely full. It was already visibly bloated and she could feel it gurgling and churning busily. Her choice in casual clothing paid off once again. No tight shirt or belt to get in the way, her stomach was completely free to breathe and digest.

Stolas was completely shocked between seeing Loona gorging herself and the destruction M&M were causing. The ex royal clearly wasn't used to seeing the lower cast of hell celebrating up close. Those extravagant sinsmas parties he typically attended were nothing by a themed social gathering with different drinks and hors d'oeuvres. With all the chaos around him it was a wonder he was able to take over secretary work for Loona. Her expedited explanation left much to interpretation. After an hour of listening to a client complain however he understood where she was coming from.

Loona who had been overjoyed to finally go on a mission was quickly met with a flop of a job. They couldn’t do it and called the entire thing off. What would have been a simple day quickly spiraled out of control when they did return to find Stolas missing. What followed in the search for him was more than what any of them bargained for one of the most difficult fights of their combined careers. Yet they all made it back in the end. It wasn’t exactly a victory, but they didn’t lose anyone. At least none of I.M.P did.

“I’m going to see if my friends still wanna hangout. I need some drinks after what happened tonight.” Loona exclaimed, pushing past Blitz and Stolas. She wasn’t about to let the events of her work day get in the way of her plans. She went back into her room cracking her back as she entered. She didn’t usually shift into her feral form so it was uncomfortable and took a lot out of her. If it wasn’t for all the calories she crammed into her gut earlier today she was sure she’d be starving right now. That being said her stomach had gotten noticeably flatter and she could definitely eat again.

Sitting on her bed she tapped at her phone rapidly as she dug around in the pile of snacks from this morning. Three packages were quickly opened and on her bed. Luckily neither of her friends were too deep into festivities to miss out on visiting her. She'd have enough time to change before they got here. Which also meant enough time to indulge in her personal stash before digging into the party supplies. It was more of the same that she had at the office. Not that she or her stomach were complaining. They balanced each other to encourage you to keep eating.

Loona set her phone on her charger and started digging through her closet. She had the perfect sinsmas outfit and wasn’t about to be caught dead without it. It was hard enough finding a seasonal sweater in her size not to mention one with a chest window. As she pulled it over her head she could feel her midriff pressed against the soft fabric. She patted her distended middle and stifled a hiccup as she went back to her bed. She grabbed for another handful of chaos crisps before taking off her shorts and black stockings. They were both swapped out for a similar pair of red and gold ones to match her sweater. They felt more like pajamas then a proper outfit and that was just fine with her. All she wanted to do now was eat and drink till she passed out anyway.

Soon the one bedroom apartment was packed with the I.M.P staff and two more hellhounds. Loona laughed heartily as she gossiped with her friends. The mutual hatred of Vicky's constant social media posts was a hot topic. She was over the moon, to be able to spend the holiday with them made it special for her. It didn’t take long before they tore into the case of glut honey and started playing drinking games.

Everyone else was happy to let the hellhounds engage in their festivities on their own. The only one who could have kept up with drinking like that was Blitzo and he seemed too preoccupied with Stolas. Once they each finished their first bottle of gluthoney the bottle of tequila came out. That was about the point of the night where the memories started to be a bit hazy. It was a blur of laughter, drinking and so many snacks. If she wasn’t drinking she was eating. The game they were playing was soon irrelevant as they were only interested in the overconsumption of alcohol.

It was late by the time the night of festivities ended. Loona and her friends ended up drinking most of the glut honey themselves, along with a bottle of tequila. Blitzo and Stolis were outside half the night. Moxxie was a lightweight that only had one drink. Millie had an odd aversion to alcohol the entire night. Once everyone was gone Blitzo was tasked with putting a seven-foot-tall incredibly drunk hellhound to bed. Luckily she was very tired so it was as simple as showing her where the bed was. It didn’t irritate him despite the concerned looks he got from Stolas. This was his daughter and she'd had to do the same for him many times before.

Loona collapsed into bed laying flat on her back. Her overfilled stomach sloshed audibly and gurgled ominously. The drunk hellhound chuckled to herself and rested her paws on her bloated midriff. She was very tired after an incredibly long holiday. The entire room was spinning as she stared up to the ceiling and she was seeing double. She let one leg hang off her bed and placed a paw firmly on the floor. This drinking trick made her feel stable enough to close her eyes comfortably. She was incredibly full and visibly bloated. Her gut was straining against her sinsmas sweater and she couldn’t even see past it. Not that she could see much; she was fading in and out of consciousness as the alcohol in her system put her to sleep. All her over indulgence would be a problem for tomorrow. That's what Sinsmas was all about.

“Ugh, my fucking head.” Loona groaned as she woke up. It was the day after Sinsmas and she felt absolutely awful. After a day of binge eating garbage and a night of drinking she was incredibly hungover. She had vague memories of what happened last night, but that was it. Once that bottle of tequila came out it was a blur after that. She couldn’t bring herself to move let alone sit up. Her head was pounding and her stomach was gurgling ominously. She hadn’t drank like that in months, did she black out?

On her night stand was a glass of water and a bottle of painkillers, No doubt Blitzo left it for her. Did he put her to bed? It was too much to try and remember it all right now, another wave of pain stabbed into her head and she closed her eyes tightly. Her room was always dark so at least she didn’t have light to make her headache worse. The entire apartment was oddly quiet as well. She couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of Blitzo tip toeing around and shushing Stolas. As she gave in to the pounding headache she slipped into unconsciousness yet again.

Loona didn’t even know what time it was. She was so out of it she hadn’t even checked her phone yet. Her headache had subsided as she woke yet again. She felt a lot less bloated too, With the blur of events last night she couldn’t remember if she kept everything down or not. Her stomach ached, and she pressed a paw into it. It wasn’t just the nausea of over eating or drinking the previous day, it was hunger too. She had stretched her stomach out for nearly an entire day and now she was getting ravenous. It all made for a confusing array of sounds and sensations coming from her gut. It gurgled and groaned obnoxiously, both begging her for food while cautioning her against it.

Still not feeling up too much, she took the glass of water in her shaky grasp. The moment she took a sip of the room-temperature water, she felt her stomach protesting. Struggling not to gag, she laid back down with an annoyed groan. Her stomach lurched and she felt an intense wave of nausea. Her cotton mouth was moistened just enough for her to taste the remains of last night: The sweet gluthoney, the harsh tequila, lime, the beef-flavored hellhound biscuits, and most of all, bile. Yeah, she definitely threw up last night.

Please don't let anyone have pictures, She thought to herself. The reason she'd stopped partying in the first place was the embarrassment of the next day. Despite the reassurance from her friends, she still felt anxious it would happen all over again. With great effort she reached out and got her phone that luckily was fully charged. After replying to a few texts confirming she was very much alive (if only barely), she checked the sinstagram of everyone who was there. Nothing, at least nothing she didn't want anyone to see. What a relief, one less thing she needed to worry about.

Another wave of pain made her put her phone down. It was a full blown migraine and her entire head was throbbing. All she wanted to do was pop some pills to get it under control, but the churning of her stomach warned her they wouldn’t stay down. That sip of water wasn’t sitting well and adding anything on top of it would cause a disaster. She just laid down and breathed slowly, trying to concentrate on not throwing up. Closing her eyes again, she tried to will herself back to sleep.

Loona had moderate success nodding off yet again, before waking up to her stomach growling. She felt painfully empty despite the nausea. Checking her phone again, she noticed it was already afternoon. She had no idea when she passed out, but the now muted pounding in her head told her she had slept enough for now. A bit steadier this time, she took the glass at her bedside and drank down a few gulps. Her stomach groaned and churned but thankfully it didn’t reject its new contents. She took another mouthful and swished it around before spitting it awkwardly into the trash bin beside her bed. She didn’t dare take a closer look at what was in there–that was a problem for later. She rested a paw on her stomach, feeling it grumbling desperately.

She needed something to eat, but sitting up was out of the question. Her head spun just trying to be vertical for more than a few seconds. Hunger was building up in her core. After being empty for so long the gnawing pangs of hunger were starting to over power the nausea. Resting her paws on her stomach she felt the swirling steady build up of a growl. Her ears went flat as the feeling peaked and a roar of pure hunger echoed out of her gut. As the feeling passed she whined softly. A quick glance around showed an array of wrappers and packages. She might find a stray snack that she missed but the thought of eating anything she ate yesterday brought about a fresh wave of nausea. No, she needed something else and a meal at that. Something to soak up all the alcohol in her system.

Loona grabbed her phone again debating on what to do. She needed food and a gatorade wouldn’t hurt either. As she weighed her options and tried to figure it out, another wave of hunger surged in her gut. Gnawing pains clawed at her insides building up relentlessly before releasing another thunderous roar. She couldn’t help but whimper as she sat up trying to get herself out of bed. Her legs shook telling her she wouldn’t make it far. She also realized at some point last night she tossed aside her sweater and shorts only leaving her stockings on.

Feeling desperate and defeated, she fumbled for her phone and texted Blitzo. “Hey, can you get me some food and a gatorade. I feel like shit and can't get up.”

Loona could hear his obnoxious ringtone from the other room. He refused to mute her notifications and always responded quickly. “Sure thing Loonie. Some sausage biscuits Sound good? Those are my savior after a night like you had.”

The hellhound felt her stomach clench at the mention of it as she typed her response. “Yeah like five and a blue Gatorade.”

“Please,” She quickly added in a separate text.

“Ok give me like twenty minutes and I'll bring them to you.” the front door slammed before the text even popped up.

Loona set her phone down again with a sigh. After a moment's contemplation she took the glass of water and drank the rest of It. Her temperamental stomach clenched then angrily sloshed the liquid, begging her for actual food. The more she thought about it the more she just wanted to eat.

She laid back in bed taking a moment to remove her Sinsmas stockings, tossing them aside. Leaning over the side of the bed, she dug in a drawer and pulled out one of her night shirts. The long black fabric with the word “NO” printed across the front. It was her favorite and she was probably going to be wearing it for the rest of the day. Pulling the familiar cloth over her body, she already felt better.

With nothing left to do she waited for Blitzo to return. Both paws rested on her midriff, and pressing down lightly, she could feel the empty space in her core. Every few minutes an audible growl would quake from deep in her digestive system. It made her feel light, practically weightless as she floated in a limbo.

A soft knock on her door brought her back to reality “Loonie, can I come in?” Blitzo asked, his voice low.

“Yeah.” Loona replied weakly. It was the first time she'd spoken and she realized how hoarse she sounded.

The imp entered the room quickly. “Sorry you're not feeling good after Sinsmas, sweetie. Hopefully this helps.” He said in a much more muted tone than usual. As he dumped the contents of his arms on the nightstand Loona was able to take in everything he got. A fast food bag with so much grease soaked through that it looked like it was about to fall apart; Two large bottles of blue Gatorade, and an iced coffee with her name scribbled on the side. “Loonie If you need anything else let me know.” He said, looking at his daughter with a concerned but understanding expression.

“Okay…thanks..” it was all Loona could say. The fact he did anything was enough. This was just him going above and beyond for her like he always did. Just like that he was gone, closing the door softly behind him. “I should have said a lot more.” She thought to herself. She really couldn’t though, her mind was blank. All she could think about was eating and getting hydrated. Her food was still hot and the smell of the sausage made her stomach convulse in desperation.

She dug a paw into the bag and pulled out a piping hot sandwich wrapped in paper. She was actually shaking as she opened it, she was so hungry. Nothing she did was with grace, she was a mess and it showed in all of her actions. The first bite was like taking medicine rather than eating food she was in desperate need of. The greasy sausage and crumbling biscuit coated her mouth as she chewed, reminding her just how dried out her entire body was. She put her sandwich aside and opened her gatorade deciding coffee wasn’t the best option. After three large gulps she exhaled feeling like a dried out sponge that finally touched water.

Her stomach groaned, begging her for more as the torrent of liquid mingled with the one bite she'd managed. As she picked up the sandwich again, she felt her appetite slowly returning and each bite was easier than the last. Soon all that was left was a wrapper that she let fall into the waste bin. Her entire midriff was active now as her body scrambled to process the nutrients it had been screaming for. She was used to her guts being particularly active, but even this was a bit much.

It was hardly enough for her to feel full, but she wasn't going to get caught up in gluttony and get sick all over again. The pounding in her head subsided enough for her to sit up. It was still throbbing in her temples and she reached for the pill bottle, now much more confident in her ability To keep them down. She popped the top on the bottle, shook out two pills, felt another pulse of pain in her head then shook out two more.

Loona looked at the beverages on her nightstand and grabbed the iced coffee. She inspected it for a moment looking at the color and giving it a swirl. It looked right, she took a small sip sampling It. Her eyes went wide for a moment. It was perfect, exactly how she liked it. It went a long way in making her feel less miserable. She popped the pills gulping them down with a few sips of coffee emptying a quarter of the large cup.

Her stomach groaned once again as the sweet, acidic liquid flooded into her underfed insides. It clenched and she felt another pang of hunger urging her to eat more. Her head was already feeling better, purely placebo. It would be about twenty minutes before those pills did anything. Now all she had to worry about was eating.

Her paw dug into the bag yet again. She realized there weren't just sandwiches in there as she pulled out a hash brown. She really didn't give Blitzo enough credit. It's like he already knew what she needed. She bit into it, savoring the crunchy outer layer as she chewed. It was gone in only a few bites as she reached for more. Her second sandwich of the morning went down much easier. As she felt her stomach slowly starting to fill a wave of relief washed over her.

Her meal was a bit bland and dry save for the coating of grease over everything, but it was just what she needed. She took one of the hash browns and put it between the sandwiche. She was taking larger bites now feeling more like herself. The painkillers did wonders. She was fully sitting up on the edge of her bed now. As she ate and sipped her coffee she even started to kick her legs feeling so overjoyed with her simple breakfast.

Her stomach, which hadn't stopped gurgling since she started eating, seemed equally as happy. The gnawing ache had been smothered and was now a distant memory. Once she unwrapped her fourth sandwich she started to feel full, not painfully full just the stage most hellhounds would call “not hungry.” Her pace had slowed and she munched casually, debating on just what to do next. She should leave her room at some point, but the obnoxious noises coming from her midriff told her to stay in bed and let her body digest.. It's probably all that coffee causing that, She thought to herself as she sipped at her mostly empty cup and looked down curiously. Between the pills and the caffeine her headache was also a distant memory.

At the very least she could use her phone without feeling like her head would explode. She spent some time scrolling and updating her friends on her condition. Then she remembered the one person who probably cared more than anyone else in all of hell. She opened her contacts and tapped Blitzo.

“I’m feeling a lot better. Gonna relax and maybe come out later. Thanks dad.”

Loona could hear the obnoxious ringtone yet again in the other room. The sound that followed could best be described as a “girly shriek.” No doubt he was showing Stolas and gushing over it. Loona smirked and layed back in bed.

Her stomach now slightly bloated and full once again sloshed audibly and let out a series of high pitched gurgles. The mixture of breakfast sandwiches, hash browns, and coffee had sent her hungry guts into overdrive. It was like it couldn't digest fast enough. Loona rested a paw on her stomach and felt the intense activity that bubbled just under the surface. It was a not so subtle white noise she was accustomed to.

With a final sandwich and plenty of Gatorade she passed the remainder of the afternoon on her phone taking it easy. The looming threat of another work day seemed a lot less tedious after the events of yesterday. Despite the miserable hangover, this was actually the happiest she could remember being.

[ask-postcrash-curly]

Hello again, sweet pea. Kind Words. ♡

I don't know if you are aware, but here on Earth it is Valentine's Day today. I am sure you could have guessed, but I am an awfully sentimental person - so a day celebrating love in all of its forms is, of course, one of my favorite holidays. I cannot help but be in high spirits. Yes, even though...!

Well... I am sure he is just busy, is all. So busy-busy, like a little bee. Uh - I called my son earlier and he... did not answer. Again. He has not answered any of my calls in... a while. But I am aware that higher education can be demanding, of course. Of course! And he has his friends, and his girlfriend (who is a very lovely young lady), and does not always have the time for dear old Mom anymore. It's natural for a bird to leave the nest one day, yes? Of course. Still...

I remember when Kestrel was still a boy. My mom and I would always make an event out of today. We would wake up and have a lovely little breakfast together, and make a mess of the kitchen all the while. Afterwards, we would get dressed and head to the local shops to pick out discounted sweets; assorted chocolate boxes were my favorites, while my mom preferred miniature pastries, and Kestrel adored sour rock candy the most. Once the shopping was finished, Mom would treat us all to lunch, and when we returned home we would curl up together with our treats and watch a movie. Picks varied between Mom and Kestrel, but my turn always guaranteed The Wizard of Oz. (A childhood favorite of mine that I never stopped watching. Bless Mom's patience.)

I... I really miss those days. They seem so close, and yet so far away now. Did you ever have anything like that?

I still carry out the tradition myself each year... I just cannot bring myself not to. I have my pancakes with extra fruit and whipped cream. I buy my assorted chocolates, a small pastry, and a sour rock candy that I give to my neighbor's daughter instead. (Yes, the same girl with the golden lab pup now called Curly. I see them playing together outside often.) I eat lunch outdoors and listen to the birds singing their sweet little love songs to one another. And then I head home and get cozy with my snacks and a mug of tea to watch The Wizard of Oz again. That is where I am now, dear. I feel a bit drowsy, to tell you the truth. I have not been sleeping well as of late.

But I am still glad. Because this year, at least... I have you. And... you have us, yes? You have me. I am... terribly sorry that you cannot spend the time with your real family. I understand... how much you miss them. And I would give anything to be able to send you all back home again. It won't do much to make up for it, but perhaps we could... also watch the movie together. If you would like. It is the least I can offer. (I would share my chocolates, too, if I could. But not the orange cream ones. Those are all mine, dear. ♡)

And... well! I am sure I must sound like a broken record by now, but just humor me again for today, pumpkin. I know that I am not... your real mother. But I still love you like my own. I don't think I could ever go back to thinking of myself as a mother of one. And I do dread the day that you might fly away from me too, like my little Kestrel. But if it means your health, your safety, and your happy future, then I will take it with grace over all else. And I would keep you in my heart, always. No matter where you may end up next.

... !

Forgive me, I am getting a bit choked up. I will make it! Nothing a bit of chocolate won't fix. Oh, and of course - tell all of your little darlings that Grandmama loves them, too! Every single one!! ♡♡♡

[ Watch The Wizard of Oz (1939)? ]

Hello again. Good to hear from you.

Yeah, a few of the others mentioned it to me. Happy Valentine's to you! Hah.

Hm? I didn't know you had a son. Guess that was who you were talking about when I overheard you before, yeah? You're right that college can be busy. Lots to do, always. He should be returning your calls though. That's not something to take for granted.

That sounds like a very nice time. Kestrel's got good taste. Sour candy's just better. Heheh. (Hey, I love Oz. Great taste for you too!)

I know what you mean. What I wouldn't give to be home... Never had anything quite like that, but we had plenty of our own traditions. We'd make these flourless banana pancakes every Passover. My parents didn't like them, but Lise and I loved them. We'd ask for them all the time. But I guess the recipe was a little annoying to make, so outside of the holiday we'd usually be denied. I still have them sometimes when I'm visiting with my parents.

Mm. Traditions can be like that. When it's right, it's right, yeah? (Awww.) Birds are nice. The window screens have bird audios on them, but they really don't sound the same. Coziness... is also nice. I'm sorry you're not sleeping well. I know all too well how that is. (Hope it's not because of me. Sorry if it is.)

Glad I could help. And I'm glad to have you. I'm sorry you can't be with your real family either... You're right that we at least have each other though, yeah? Thank you. I wish we were home, too. Hey, I'd love to watch the movie! It's among my secret favorites, you know. (Haha. That's okay. Maybe this can tide the Curlings over so they quit pestering me for food?)

Hey, hey, you don't sound like a broken anything. Always glad to hear your voice. I told you over and over, yeah? ...Mhm. And I know I'm not your real son. But I find myself loving you too. I feel like I've known you much longer than I have... I don't plan on "flying away" from you, but whatever the future holds regarding me and all of you is, well, uncertain. I'd like to make promises here, but I can't. If we do eventually lose this connection, I think I'll miss you most of all. Maybe we'll meet again someday? It could happen. You never know.

Oh— don't you worry, that's okay. I'm... glad to know how much you care. Haha. Unofficial children, if you're listening, Grandmama sends her love!

Now. Movie time. A very serious occasion. I love this movie. Kinda does feel like we're watching it together, even so far apart...

[the-most-humble-blog]

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<meta scrolltrap-category="BLACKSITE LITERATURE™ :: NOSTALGIA TRAUMA DECONSTRUCTION"> <script> TRANSMISSION_CODE="WONKA_WARLORD::OOMPA_RETRACTION" TRIGGER_WARNING="childhood myth obliteration, corporate slavery, candy-coated war crimes" EFFECT="irreversible reframe, psychological rupture, scroll-induced laughter trauma" </script>

🍫 “HEY WILLY WONKA — THE SLAVE MASTER CANDY WIZARD”

You thought this was a sweet fairy tale? A whimsical childhood memory? No. It was Guantanamo with gumdrops. A war crime wrapped in licorice. The man in the velvet coat wasn’t a “quirky entrepreneur.” He was Elon Musk with sprinkles — a bored megalomaniac who replaced OSHA compliance with morality death games for minors.

🎩 Let’s start with the basics:

Willy Wonka is a walking HR nightmare. A soft-spoken cult leader with a cane, a man who treats parental consent like it’s an optional add-on to his tour package. The factory wasn’t magic — it was a zero-oversight hazard arena where every corner is either sticky, spinning, or actively plotting to eat you.

Golden tickets? Yeah, sure. “Winners.” Those were basically death warrants for unsupervised children. It was Squid Game with fudge.

🟧 OOMPA LOOMPAS: COLOR-CODED SLAVES WITH A SOUNDTRACK

“Oh, but they’re just happy workers!” Shut up.

Those orange-faced, green-haired choir goblins weren’t singing because they wanted to. They were whistle-trained indentured servants. Imported from some unregulated jungle Wonka casually referred to like it was his personal hunting ground.

“They were living in terrible conditions!”

Cool story, Willy. So your solution was to kidnap them into a neon labor camp where they spend 24/7 stirring molten sugar, singing synchronized morality songs, and sleeping in cotton candy hammocks like post-trauma bees?

They don’t blink. They just materialize when a child dies. They chant in rhyming couplets while dragging away the corpses — sorry, “morally failed children.”

We call that what it is: Slavery with jazz hands.

🧠 YOU BROUGHT YOUR KIDS TO A DEATH MAZE

Let’s play this back:

You “won” a ticket. You brought your kid. You show up expecting free chocolate samples, maybe a souvenir hat.

Instead, you’re greeted by a man who looks like the Zodiac Killer if he had a Pinterest board. A man who does not blink, does not explain the rules, just smiles and lets the kids fall into their own televised demise.

Augustus? Drain-piped into a literal chocolate sewage line like a fat Willy Lemming.

Violet? Inflated into a balloon animal with a BMI of blueberry pie.

Veruca? Garbage-shamed by fascist squirrels and yeeted into industrial trash like a TikTok comment section.

Mike? Digitized into the Ant-Man cinematic universe without consent.

And every time this happens? Wonka just nods, hums a baritone, and whispers about the lessons of greed.

“Oooopsie.” Sir, your factory is an active crime scene.

📉 OSHA WOULDN’T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START

If OSHA walked into that place, they’d have to call the Vatican. Half the floors are made of melted caramelized glue. The air quality index is somewhere between “asthma generator” and “lung dessert.” Every conveyor belt is powered by childlike terror and vibes.

The chocolate river? That’s not chocolate. That’s a depression sauce made from shattered dreams and recycled Oompa sweat. It bubbles like regret. It looks like the tears of every parent who thought this tour was “safe.”

And what about food safety? You can’t tell me that gum drop forest isn’t coated with bird crap. You know squirrels live in there. This man’s idea of sanitation is yelling “Don’t touch anything!” while encouraging children to lick the wallpaper.

🚨 LET’S BE REAL — WONKA ISN’T “ECCENTRIC”

The media calls him “eccentric.” That’s the polite way of saying “one serotonin crash away from gassing everyone in the cotton candy wing.”

He doesn’t just run a factory. He runs a psychological maze. He speaks in riddles, disappears mid-tour, and watches parents squirm while their kids become dessert-themed horror stories.

And then, cherry on top, he gifts his empire to one lucky child. No legal paperwork. No background checks. Just, “Congrats Charlie, here’s a billion-dollar death trap — don’t trip over the moral corpses.”

🍬 YOU THINK IT’S CANDY?

The whole factory is a digestive metaphor. Think about it: Everyone got processed. Everyone got sorted. Everyone got eaten — symbolically or otherwise.

Wonka wasn’t testing them for kindness. He was testing which kid would survive the sugarpocalypse. This wasn’t a tour. It was a corporate hazing ritual for minors.

And the Oompa Loompas? They didn’t flinch. Because it was Tuesday.

🔊 AND THE SONGS?

Let’s talk about those nightmare jingles. Those lyrics were locked and loaded before your kid even messed up. Which means they knew.

They knew Augustus would drown. They knew Violet would inflate. They pre-wrote the entire soundtrack to your trauma.

That’s not a morality lesson. That’s propaganda theater. Imagine dying and your obituary is sung in rhyme by orange prisoners.

🧾 WONKA'S CORPORATE CULT

Here’s the quick resume:

Imported unfree labor from an imaginary jungle

Fed children into preventable industrial “accidents”

Justified every fatality with jazz hands and flute solos

Ran a cult where the only rule was “don’t touch anything”

Chose his CEO successor via last trauma standing

And don’t forget the creepy boat ride. Was that necessary? Was the acid trip hallway with screaming chicken heads part of the insurance package? No. That was psychological waterboarding for the parents.

🛑 FINAL VERDICT

Willy Wonka is what happens when capitalism goes to theater school and says: “What if child murder had choreography?”

He is a soft dictator with a sugar fetish, a man who wears a velvet pimp coat like it’s a war medal, and employs a workforce that smiles like they’ve seen too much.

You didn’t watch a kids’ movie. You watched a candy-coated corporate coup.

🎯 MODERN TAKE

If Wonka ran this in 2025, the factory would be a TikTok empire. Kids would be livestreaming their own death scenes for clout. There’d be merch drops after every fatality. Charlie’s trauma arc would be trending under “#SweetJustice.”

And Oompa Loompas? They’d be unionizing on Reddit, while Wonka tweets “No one wants to work anymore” from his chocolate Jacuzzi.

🧠 RECAP OF NIGHTMARES YOU’LL NEVER UNSEE

Chocolate River: Probably poop water. Fight me.

Everlasting Gobstoppers: That’s just a jawbreaker that doubles as dental manslaughter.

Golden Ticket: Willy’s code for “Come watch your child lose limbs.”

Grandpa Joe: The biggest welfare fraud in cinematic history. Man was bedridden for 20 years, stands up the minute someone says “free candy.”

That boat ride: Proof Willy is one bad breakup away from becoming the Joker.

⚰️ THE FACTORY ISN’T MAGIC — IT’S A CRIME SCENE

If you’ve ever been nostalgic about this film, that’s Stockholm Syndrome talking. You were hypnotized by Gene Wilder’s smirk and that cursed hat. Rewatch it. It’s basically Saw with sugar.

Reblog if you grew up thinking Willy Wonka was whimsical, and now you realize he was running a sugar-coated death maze for minors.

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🧠 Read more mythic takedowns, trauma comedy, and industrial scrolltrap dismemberments at: 👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence 🛡️ Truth grenades. Velvet bloodstains. Candy-coated apocalypse.

[AUTO-WIPE IN: 00:00:00 — GREEN HAIR. DEAD STARE. CHILD SCARE.]

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[apricoteaa]

DQXI Mini-playlists <3

Collection of different songs that I personally relate to some of the characters :) If you have any questions, suggestions, or want an explanation for any of these feel free to send me an ask!

DQXI as a whole

Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos

Words of the Wise - Truslow

Go Big or Go Home - American Authors

Sons of Thunder - Owl City

Everything Goes On - Porter Robinson

The Luminary

What’s wrong - half-alive

Superman - American Authors

Fate of the Stars - Tally Hall

A Little Bit of Love - Weezer

Erik

I Don’t Like Who I Was Then - The Wonder Years, feat Origami Angel

Go to hell - Bayside

Rolled Down Window - John the Ghost

1 Last Cigarette - The Band Camino

Candy Eyes - Jack Stauber

Veronica

If You Say So - Vinyl Theatre

Talk - Winona Fighter

Blurt - Mega Mango

Habitual - Honey Revenge

Growing Up - The Linda Lindas

Serena

Musician - Porter Robinson

Alive - Dabin, RUNN

Days move slow - Bully

Look at the Sky - Porter Robinson

Spark - the bird and the bee

Angry - Mars Argo

Sylvando

Pink Pony Club - Chappel Roan

Trampoline - The Unlikely Candidates

Pride - American Authors

We are Golden - MIKA

Technicolor - Montaigne

Jade

Buttercup - Hippo campus

Happy Trees - Grumpy Plum

Subaru - Winona Fighter

Attention - Winona Fighter

Rab

Violet - Wild Party

Pocket full of gold - American Authors

The Implication - Parrotfish

Homage - Mile High Club

Unconditional I - Arcade Fire

Hendrik

Overboard - Stay Outside

The Fire - Vincent Lima

Tornado - Owl City

Figure Eight - Trophy Eyes

Still feel - half-alive

Gold - Eden

Jasper

Moderation - Eric William Morris

It starts with Indigo, Orange and Green - Drew Danburry

My ugly - cloudfodder

Something Comforting - Porter Robinson

[juliaqueendragon]

Full List of Names Pre-2025-02-12

Comparison (Names only in 1st or 2nd Position down Below)

A 

Abyss 

Acacia 

Ace 

Agate 

Air 

Alpha 

Amber 

Amethyst 

Ancient 

Angel 

Anti 

Apocalypse 

Apple 

Aqua 

Aquamarine 

Arch 

Arctic 

Ash 

Attack 

Aurora 

Autumn 

Azure 

Baby 

Ball 

Banana 

Basalt 

Bat 

Bay 

Bear 

Beat 

Bee 

Berry 

Beryl 

Big 

Birch 

Bird 

Blaze 

Blind 

Block 

Blue 

Bold 

Book 

Botanic 

Bottle 

Boulder 

Bow 

Box 

Brain 

Bramble 

Brass 

Brave 

Bread 

Breath 

Breeze 

Bright 

Brilliant 

Broken 

Bronze 

Bubble 

Bullet 

Bumble 

Butter 

Butterly 

Cactus 

Cake 

Candle 

Candy 

Caramel 

Carrot 

Cash 

Castle 

Cat 

Chance 

Chaos 

Charcoal 

Charm 

Cherry 

Chestnut 

Chip 

Chocolate 

Chunky 

Cinder 

Cinnamon 

Citrine 

Clash 

Class 

Classy 

Clear 

Clever 

Cloud 

Clover 

Club 

Coal 

Coco 

Cocoa 

Coconut 

Coffee 

Cold 

Color 

Cookie 

Cool 

Copper 

Coral 

Core 

Corn 

Coyote 

Crazy 

Crescent 

Crimson 

Crow 

Crown 

Crystal 

Cup 

Cupcake 

Cute 

Daisy 

Dance 

Danger 

Dark 

Darkness 

Dash 

Dawn 

Day 

Deep 

Deer 

Demon 

Depth 

Desert 

Dew 

Diamond 

Dice 

Dip 

Disco 

Dive 

Divine 

Dizzy 

Doctor 

Dog 

Dollar 

Dolphin 

Domino 

Donut 

Doom 

Double 

Dragon 

Drake 

Dream 

Drop 

Druid 

Drum 

Duke 

Dusk 

Dust 

Dusty 

E 

Eagle 

Earth 

East 

Easter 

Echo 

Eclipse 

Egg 

Elder 

Ember 

Emerald 

Epic 

Evening 

Ever 

Extra 

Fairy 

Faith 

Falcon 

Fan 

Fancy 

Fantasy 

Far 

Farm 

Fast 

Fern 

Field 

Fire 

Flame 

Flash 

Flower 

Fluffy 

Flutter 

Fly 

Force 

Fortune 

Fox 

Freedom 

Frenzy 

Fresh 

Frog 

Frost 

Fruit 

Future 

Galaxy 

Game 

Garden 

Garnet 

Gem 

Ghost 

Giga 

Ginger 

Glass 

Glitter 

Globe 

Gloom 

Glory 

Glow 

Gold 

Grace 

Grand 

Grass 

Gray 

Great 

Green 

Griffin 

Grim 

Ground 

Guardian 

Hair 

Hall 

Hand 

Harpy 

Hawk 

Hay 

Hazel 

Heat 

Heaven 

Heavy 

Hero 

Hollow 

Holly 

Home 

Honey 

Horse 

Hour 

Humming 

Ice 

Illusion 

Indigo 

Iron 

Ivory 

Jade 

Jasper 

Jazz 

Jelly 

Jewel 

Juice 

Jump 

June 

Jungle 

Juniper 

Jute 

Kangaroo 

Key 

Kick 

King 

Kite 

Knight 

Koala 

Lady 

Lake 

Land 

Lavender 

Leaf 

Leather 

Legend 

Lemon 

Life 

Light 

Lily 

Lime 

Lion 

Little 

Live 

Lost 

Love 

Lucky 

Luna 

Lush 

Magic 

Magma 

Marble 

Maroon 

Marzipan 

Masked 

Master 

May 

Maze 

Mega 

Melody 

Melon 

Memory 

Metal 

Meteor 

Midnight 

Milk 

Mind 

Mini 

Mint 

Miracle 

Mirror 

Mist 

Mocking 

Money 

Moon 

Morning 

Moss 

Mountain 

Mouse 

Movie 

Music 

Mystic 

Myth 

Nacho 

Nature 

Nebula 

Night 

Ninja 

Noble 

North 

Nova 

Nugget 

Oak 

Obsidian 

Ocean 

Octopus 

Old 

Olive 

Onion 

Onyx 

Opal 

Orange 

Orchid 

Osprey 

Owl 

Paladin 

Pale 

Panda 

Paper 

Park 

Party 

Peace 

Peach 

Pearl 

Penguin 

Pepper 

Peridot 

Phantom 

Phoenix 

Pie 

Pine 

Pink 

Pirate 

Pixel 

Pop 

Posh 

Potato 

Power 

Proof 

Pumpkin 

Purple 

Purpur 

Quail 

Quartz 

Quest 

Quick 

Rain 

Rainbow 

Ranger 

Raspberry 

Raven 

Red 

Rich 

River 

Robin 

Rock 

Root 

Rose 

Row 

Royal 

Ruby 

Rune 

Sad 

Saddle 

Salt 

Sand 

Sapphire 

Scarlet 

Scary 

Scroll 

Sea 

Sequoia 

Set 

Shade 

Shadow 

Shark 

Ship 

Sienna 

Silent 

Silver 

Sky 

Small 

Snake 

Snow 

Soft 

Solid 

Solo 

Song 

Soul 

Sound 

South 

Spark 

Sparkle 

Spell 

Spider 

Spirit 

Sporty 

Spotlight 

Spring 

Spruce 

Squirrel 

Star 

Steam 

Steel 

Step 

Stone 

Storm 

Strawberry 

Sugar 

Summer 

Sun 

Sunny 

Sunrise 

Sunset 

Swamp 

Sweet 

Swift 

Table 

Tea 

Thorn 

Thunder 

Tiger 

Time 

Tin 

Tiny 

Titan 

Tooth 

Topaz 

Town 

Trail 

Tree 

Trouble 

Truth 

Tsunami 

Tulip 

Turtle 

Tuxedo 

Twilight 

Twin 

Twinkle 

Ultra 

Umber 

Un 

Unicorn 

Vanilla 

Violet 

Voice 

Void 

Wall 

Walnut 

Walrus 

Water 

Wave 

Way 

Weather 

Web 

West 

Wild 

Willow 

Wind 

Wing 

Winter 

Wish 

Witch 

Wizard 

Wolf 

Wonder 

Wood 

World 

Yam 

Yellow 

Yoga 

Youth 

Yule 

Zap 

Zebra 

Zombie 

Ace 

Agate 

Air 

Amber 

Anchor 

Angel 

Anthem 

Apocalypse 

Apple 

Apricot 

Aquamarine 

Attack 

Aura 

Away 

Bag 

Band 

Bank 

Beach 

Beam 

Bean 

Bear 

Beat 

Beauty 

Bee 

Bell 

Belle 

Berg 

Berry 

Beryl 

Bird 

Birth 

Biscuit 

Blaze 

Block 

Blood 

Blossom 

Blue 

Board 

Bolt 

Bone 

Book 

Born 

Bottle 

Boulder 

Bow 

Box 

Boy 

Brain 

Bramble 

Brass 

Bread 

Break 

Breath 

Breeze 

Broken 

Bronze 

Brook 

Brother 

Bubble 

Buddy 

Bug 

Bullet 

Butter 

Butterfly 

Cactus 

Cake 

Candle 

Candy 

Caramel 

Care 

Cash 

Caster 

Catcher 

Cave 

Chain 

Champion 

Chance 

Charm 

Chaser 

Cherry 

Chestnut 

Chief 

Child 

Chip 

Chocolate 

Chunk 

Citrine 

Clash 

Class 

Clear 

Cloud 

Clover 

Club 

Cocoa 

Color 

Comet 

Cookie 

Copper 

Core 

Corn 

Craft 

Crasher 

Crescent 

Crimson 

Cross 

Crow 

Crown 

Crumb 

Crush 

Cry 

Crystal 

Cube 

Cup 

Cupcake 

Dale 

Dancer 

Danger 

Dark 

Dark 

Darling 

Dash 

Dawn 

Deep 

Deer 

Demon 

Desert 

Desire 

Destiny 

Dew 

Diamond 

Dice 

Dip 

Disco 

Diver 

Divine 

Dollar 

Dolphin 

Dome 

Doom 

Dove 

Dragon 

Drake 

Dream 

Dreamer 

Drink 

Drop 

Druid 

Drummer 

Duck 

Duke 

Dusk 

Dust 

Eagle 

Earth 

Echo 

Eclipse 

Effect 

Egg 

Escape 

Eye 

Fairy 

Faith 

Falcon 

Fall 

Fan 

Farm 

Father 

Feather 

Field 

Fighter 

Film 

Finder 

Fire 

Fish 

Flake 

Flame 

Flash 

Flight 

Floor 

Flower 

Fly 

Flyer 

Force 

Form 

Fortune 

Frame 

Free 

Friend 

Frost 

Fruit 

Future 

Gait 

Galaxy 

Game 

Gap 

Garden 

Garnet 

Gate 

Gaze 

Gazer 

Gem 

Ghost 

Gift 

Girl 

Glass 

Glimmer 

Globe 

Gloom 

Glory 

Glow 

Goal 

Goat 

Gold 

Grace 

Green 

Griffin 

Ground 

Growth 

Guard 

Guardian 

Guest 

Gum 

Habitat 

Hair 

Hall 

Hand 

Harmony 

Harpy 

Hat 

Hawk 

Hazel 

Head 

Heart 

Heat 

Heaven 

Herb 

Hero 

Hill 

Hollow 

Home 

Honey 

Honor 

Hoof 

Hope 

Horse 

Hour 

Humming 

Hunter 

Hurricane 

Hype 

Ice 

Icon 

Idol 

Ie 

Ivory 

Jasper 

Jazz 

Jewel 

Joke 

Joker 

Joy 

Juice 

Jump 

Jumper 

Jungle 

Juniper 

Kangaroo 

Keeper 

Key 

Kick 

Kid 

King 

Kiss 

Kite 

Knight 

Knock 

Koala 

Lady 

Lake 

Land 

Lavender 

Leader 

Leaf 

Legend 

Lemon 

Less 

Letter 

Liberty 

Life 

Light 

Lily 

Lime 

Lin 

Ling 

Lion 

Live 

Log 

Loop 

Lord 

Love 

Luck 

Lucky 

Lush 

Ly 

Machine 

Madness 

Magic 

Man 

Mane 

Maniac 

Mare 

Mark 

Maroon 

Mask 

Masked 

Master 

Matter 

Maze 

Meadow 

Melody 

Melon 

Memory 

Metal 

Milk 

Mind 

Mint 

Mirror 

Mist 

Mocking 

Mode 

Moment 

Monster 

Moon 

Mother 

Mountain 

Movie 

Music 

Mystery 

Mystic 

Myth 

Nature 

Nebula 

Ninja 

Nova 

Novel 

Nugget 

O 

Oak 

Oasis 

Ocean 

Octopus 

Omen 

Onion 

Orange 

Orb 

Orchid 

Osprey 

Owl 

Pair 

Paladin 

Panda 

Paper 

Park 

Part 

Party 

Path 

Peak 

Pearl 

Penguin 

Pepper 

Peridot 

Petal 

Phantom 

Phoenix 

Pie 

Piece 

Pine 

Pink 

Pirate 

Pixel 

Place 

Plan 

Planet 

Plant 

Play 

Pop 

Potential 

Power 

Price 

Prince 

Princess 

Promise 

Proof 

Pumpkin 

Punk 

Purple 

Purpose 

Quake 

Quartz 

Queen 

Quest 

Quiver 

Rabbit 

Racer 

Rain 

Rainbow 

Rambler 

Range 

Ranger 

Raspberry 

Ray 

Reader 

Rebel 

Red 

Respect 

Rest 

Rich 

Rider 

Ring 

Rising 

River 

Road 

Robin 

Rock 

Rocket 

Role 

Root 

Rose 

Row 

Royal 

Ruby 

Runner 

Saga 

Sand 

Scout 

Scroll 

Secret 

Seeker 

Sequoia 

Set 

Shade 

Shadow 

Shell 

Shelter 

Shimmer 

Shine 

Ship 

Shore 

Shout 

Shy 

Signal 

Silence 

Silver 

Singer 

Sister 

Sky 

Smash 

Smoke 

Snap 

Snout 

Snow 

Solid 

Solo 

Song 

Soul 

Spark 

Sparkle 

Spell 

Spice 

Spider 

Spirit 

Splash 

Spot 

Squirrel 

Stallion 

Star 

Steel 

Step 

Stone 

Storm 

Strawberry 

Stream 

Strider 

String 

Sunrise 

Sunset 

Surfer 

Surprise 

[bell-swamp-fitzjames]

Oops all Stewards! for Terror (2018) playlists

Happy fitzjams davechella everyone!! As always, here is today's playlists post! Gibson, Bridgens (& Peglar, I dont want to separate a set), Hoar, Aylmore, and Genge, my man genge. <3 This playlist event really fills my heart with joy & I've had unmitigated fun making these playlists. Armitage got released in mutineer camp & Jopson with the lieutenants, so check them out on my master post. Thank you to all who check any of these playlists out in any capacity, i love u all <3

I'm also happy to say that I will (hopefully) be debuting a little midweek treat, with oops all Beechey Boys! So look forward to that. <3 <3 <3

William Gibson [LINK]

Spy Thriller by Das Kabinette || You're A Cad by the bird and the bee || i know this: by rachel kann || The Abandoned Castle of My Soul by The Gothic Archies || In The Dark- 12" Single Version by Romeo Void || Living In Hell by Cobra Man || Who's My Eugene? - Edit by Tropical Fuck Storm || Driving by Ski Patrol || Isn't It A Pity by Galaxie 500 || Good Sex by Palehound || Bad Ritual Timber Timbre || Distortions by Clinic || When It's Over by The Soft Moon || Gold Teeth- Re-Issue by Little Wings || I Say That I Will Go by Nina Nastasia || A Complete History of Sexual Jealousy by Momus || Lost It To Trying by Son Lux, Lily & Madeleine || Numby 1 by Goldfrapp || The New Sane Scramble by Jana Hunter || One For The Catholic Boys by Simon Joyner

John Bridgens [LINK]

Lighthouses by Joe Pera Talks With You, Holland Patent Public Library || 24 Preludes, OP. 28: No. 15 in D-Flat Major "Raindrop"- Sostenuto by Frederic Chopin, Mao Fujita || Medieval Waters by Carter Burwell || A Country Dance by Joanna Sternberg || Kitty's Midnight Blessing by Otto Benson, Max Beirne Shafer || Fallen Down (Undertale Soundtrack) by Lizard in the Spring || Haunting Visages by Emily Axford || The Secret Marriage by Hans Eisler, Sting, Daniel Hope, Royal Stockholm Philharmonic Orchestra, Alexander Shelley || Sanctuary by Beach House || Tiger Tiger Crane by Colin Stetson || Try a Little Tenderness by Otis Redding || Kola- Lighthouse Version by amiina || Messiah, HWV 56, Pt. 1: No. 3 Aria. Every Valley Shall Be Exalted (Tenor) by George Frideric Handel || Lonely Sea (Stereo) by The Beach Boys || In Darkness, A Beacon of Light by Star Hopper || Burning Pipers Hut by Beltaine || Happiness by Molly Drake || Drifting Memory Station by Tuung || Hoc corpus by Cantori Gregoriani || A Quiet Life by Teho Teardo, Blixa Bargeld

Harry Peglar [LINK]

Lovers by Kiltro || Spanish Dance Troupe by Gorky's Zygotic Mynci || Warmest Part of the Winter by Voxtrot || Basket by Dan Mangan || When A Powerful Animal Comes by The Mountain Goats || Spaced Out Orbit by Thao & Mirah || Ask- 2011 Remaster by The Smiths || Homage by Feist, Timber Timbre || I Love Me After You by Mitski || Fatally Human by Tuung || Hellmouth by Choir Boy || Breathing- 2018 Remaster by Kate Bush || Phone Battery Dead by Tom Rosenthal || Worn / Wander by Vundabar || Reaper Man by Mother Mother || Plast Beach (feat. Mick Jones and Paul Simonon) by Gorillaz, Mick Jones, Paul Simonon || Messy- Sped Up by Lola Young || Stranger Than Paradise by Mook || What's Your Name? by Doechii || Space Hos by DANGERDOOM, MF DOOM, Danger Mouse

Edmund Hoar [LINK]

Let The World Turn by Death || Check Your Face by Okay Kaya || Strange World by La Luz || Hitchin' a Ride by Green Day || Outsiders by Franz Ferdinand || Psycho by Muse || Be Nice 'Cause by Backhand || Bourgeois de Ville by Mary Shelley || Static by Minimall || You Say I'm In Love by Banes World || Stayin' Alive by Tropical Fuck Storm || Screw It Up by Grandmas House || Mark on You by The Mountain Goats || Mediocrity Rules by Le Tigre || Midnight Dipper by Warmduscher || Cheater by Pom Poko || I'm That Guy by Agar Agar || Candy Apple Red by Annabella Chairlegs || Deunionize by Worker & Parasite || Feels Like I'm In Love- 2022 Remaster by Kelly Marie

Richard Aylmore [LINK]

The Moth & The Flame by Les Deux Love Orchestra || Five Minutes by Her || Arriving to Davida by Angel Rada, El Palmas || Familiar by Agnes Obel || Lavender by Lapcat || The Sinner by Isaac Delusion || Fever by Balthazar || Love's a Stranger by Warhaus || Witches! Witches! Rest Now In Fire by Get Well Soon || Ministry by Karen O, Danger Mouse

Genge! [LINK]

Daddy Long Legs by Midnight Sister || A.C.L. by The Symposium || Cooler by 420 Unlovable, Abby || Oulala by Vundabar || Dino Damage by Miniature Tigers || Ugly Human Heart Pt. 1 by Daniel Romano || Toca La Guitarra by Professor Caveman || Two Time by Jack Stauber's Micropop || Cease and Desist by Mike Krol || Jaws by Lemon Demon

[phxntomsdusk]

Valentine’s day with my bursonas

note; these are just a bunch of bursonas i technically made!! hope you all enjoy <3

warnings: mentions of death (klepto!wilbur), goth!wilma with a fem!reader, other than that fluff fluff fluff !!

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @vibestillaxxx , @ivvees-blog , @average-vibe , @lillylvjy , @haunted-headset , @toastyliltoasts41 (ask to be added!)

Klepto!Wilbur:

this man doesn’t even know what the holiday is. he’s been dealing with death for so long, the poor guy never realized you celebrated love!

the first time he realized it was a thing was when he found you upset about it, crying saying you were never gonna receive flowers or candy again, because well, you had died—!

he got to work immediately. he bought you roses, holding back the urge to make them black of course. got you your favorite candy after questioning you, and set up a small picnic spot in the woods.

sure, it was a bit scary, but that’s all he really knows

he even got a raven to befriend you and follow you around everywhere, claiming it was protection

“wilbur.. there’s a crow on my head.” you awkwardly pointed up towards the black bird, furrowing your brows at him. “my love, that’s a raven. and it’s for protection! you can never be too careful in the afterlife.” he smile lightly, before planting a kiss on your cheek.

now, if you had gotten him things? he would lose it

you’d never seen him cry, but this definitely would make him bawl..

just knowing that someone truly loves him for who he is, even with what he does for a living, he can’t help it!

at the end of the day he’ll be happy whether it’s him getting you things, or you getting him things. as long as he gets to spend the day sharing his love for you, he’ll be more than happy

Softball!Wilma:

this damn girl is going ALL out for you

she’ll buy cliche and cringy softball themed valentine’s day gifts, mostly giving you those during the week leading up to valentine’s day

but on THE day?? be prepared ..

you’re getting flowers, candy, teddy bears, baskets, gift cards, everything you can imagine!!

if she’s taking you on a date, she’ll wait to give you everything, taking you back to her house afterwards and telling you to close your eyes before entering her room..

“are we there yet?” you groaned as you nearly stumbled over the stairs again, a hand stretched out as you frantically tried to find a door or wall. “yes, yes.. open your eyes, love.”

you did as you were told, seeing her bed decked out in heart shaped things, red and pink, balloons, stuffed animals, candy and such. your jaw dropped, slowly turning to look at her.

“you’re joking..” you spoke quietly, watching her chuckle and shake her head, before wrapping her arms around you and kissed you softly. “i’m not. i love you, and you deserve it.”

now, if you got her stuff? she’s not expecting it!

she’s only ever gotten those yearly stuffed animals from her mom, that always end up tucked away in a bin under her bed or in her closet..

but if you got her like a basket with gift cards, some stuff she can use during games like eyeblack or maybe heart pattern bat grip, she’s losing it!

you’re being tackled with a hug, attacked with kisses and thank yous, she won’t shut up about how much she loved and appreciates you

and for a date? you guys are going to apple bee’s, there’s no denying it. she’s a softball girl, apple bee’s is their holy grail

Baseball!Wilbur:

so if we go based on the series accurate lore- he’s the one buying things in hopes you finally go out with him

it’ll start at a practice, he’ll bring you a small bag with a note, candy, bracelet or necklace, and a small teddy bear <3

the note will be all romantic, with a heart drawn at the end

dear y/n,

you know i’ve been head over heels for you for.. months now. you’ve been on my mind 24/7 ever since i first set eyes on you. i know you don’t like me and don’t show signs of it, but i still wanted to treat you today :)

love, wilbur <3

of course he watched you as you read the letter, and seeing you smile has his heart racing

he approached you after the practice, blurting out how pretty you are, asking if you wanted to go out with him, to which you had to shut him up with a kiss <3

safe to say he had a valentine !!

Goth!Wilma:

okay, she’s goth, she doesn’t love the color pink and all the bright hearts everywhere

but for her girlfriend? she’ll spend her money on some colors for once <3

it’ll start with something small like a brown stuffed bear holding a bright pink heart, and when she saw your face light up she knew she had to do it again

she started bringing you more heart shaped and pink gifts, little notes about how much she loved you, and even gave in to wearing some colors when she took you on a date !!

“do i have to wear the pink shirt?” she sighed as she stared at it in your bedroom mirror, pulling the ends down a bit. “for me? we’re matching, it’s cute!” you smiled widely, walking close and wrapped your arms around her, placing a few kisses on her cheek. “fine.. just this once. only ‘cause i love you, doll.”

she did feel a little embarrassed out in public wearing the shirt, but with your bubbly smile she decided to forget about all the stares

she’d take you to either an ice cream place or a cafe, spoiling you with whatever you wanted, as long as you paid her back in kisses <3

and that night would be spent cuddling the stuffed animals she got you, with her wrapped around you like a koala

[ph-cutie]

one thing ABT hellaverse character designs is that a lotta detractors get hung up on the fact theyre not faithful to their stated inspirations but I think more important is we stop and ask ourselves where the fuck thess motifs even came from +If they hold Relevance to the characters. cause a lotta them are so asspulled its actually a good thing methinks that vivienne didn't follow through on them

particular ones I wanna discuss:

(BEE)LZEBUB

Besides the pun, what is the link between bees and beelzebub? Beelzebub has historically been known as the lord of the flies, flies and bees are not exactly interchangeable especially their human connotations. bees (and, not to name names but every single redesign of this thing ive seen) bring forth images of highly enforced hierarchy, militaristic discipline, perfectly cut hexagons, limited diet, aka fucking everything that Contradicts the initial premise of Lord Of Gluttony, Drunkard Girl. IS IT AN UNSALVAGEABLE IDEA? No I'm sure you could do something with it. Lean into the restlessness of a buzzing hive, or into honey's consumption by humans, as a delicacy. She could whose honey lures and traps flies, or something (fact that her song is about cotton candy given her whole thing is ludicrous btw). But like i dont see the point in going "Vivienne said she's a bee so I'm literally drawing her as a bee" and calling it a day.

HUSK AND WINGS

We do not question enough why the fuck husk is a winged cat. That just came out of nowhere The real reason is that he had wings back in zootopia for whatever reason, but this is the current day. WHAT DO HIS WINGS SYMBOLIZE? A large part of his character is being trapped under Alastor, and yet birds are a symbol of freedom. The show itself doesn't give a shit but we could. He could have his wings clipped or damaged to externalize how his freedom was stolen and also explain why he doesn't fly. Or it could be one of the only liberties he was allowed to keep , in which case the story should have him flying a lot more. Or any other number of things. TLDR YOU CAN'T JUST PUT HUGE ASS WINGS ON A CAT FURRY WITHOUT MAKING IT MEAN ANYTHING (tbh though anyone else think he shouldve been a kitty manticore instead... would be kinda funny and less convoluted. but whatever)

I dont know if this post is coherent I dont wanna sleep on it <3