#cat sized food truck

[cat-cosplay]

Found a cat sized Food Truck for $3 at a Thrift store.

Gonna make it a cat bed.

Can't wait to do a proper photoshoot with it.

[dcxdpdabbles]

#Holiday Request I love all your AUs so much, thank you for sharing them! I've been craving some Bruce/Danny lately, would you be willing to write more of Freelance Inventor?

Danny helps his mom set the foldable table, lining it up with their dinner table and the second one he had placed previously. Quickly cleaning off the surface with a wet rag, Danny ensures there is no dust before laying a lovely red tablecloth on it.

The red material nearly hides the poinsettia embroiled in the design in a darker shade of red. He runs his hands over it, smiling at the memories this cloth has brought him.

His grandmother passed it down to his mother after his parent's marriage. It was initially meant to be used for Christmas dinners only as per Fenton tradition. Still, seeing as his parents always turned that into a month-long argument, the Fentons started to use it as a Thanksgiving dinner decoration only.

He always brightened whenever his mom would come down from the attic saying the truck of unique Thanksgiving tablecloths. There were seven altogether, but it warmed him whenever he saw it.

Maddie promised to give the trunk to the first of her children to marry, and secretly, Danny hoped it would be him. His sisters liked Thanksgiving fine but not as much as he.

Thanksgiving was his favorite holiday. His family always cooked together, played games, watched movies, had silly little Fenton traditions, and it was just a time to be together.

Bruce and his kids would be coming over this year. Alfred had hurt his back and could not cook Thanksgiving dinner as usual, so Danny asked if the Waynes could join them.

Ever since their friendship, Danny has spent Thanksgiving in Amity Park. Christmas in Gotham and New Year would be a switch between them. His family had been fine with him splitting the holidays, but his Dad had been asking for years for the two to mix, and this year would finally be it.

Danny finishes setting the plates, knives and forks down. He made sure to fold the napkins into animals for the respected person sitting there. A peacock for Alfred, A butterfly for Bruce, an elephant for Dick, a robin for Jason, a bat for Tim, A dog for Damian, an octopus for Steph, a swan for Cass, a bunny for Duck, a bear for Jazz, a cat for his mom, a jellyfish for Dad, an owl for Dani and finally gorilla for himself.

Danny has his own trunk for Thanksgiving, having started purchasing solid linen napkins when he was seven. He uses multiple sizes and colors to make his animals, and when he's done, he can't help but beam at the colorful animals on the plates.

Except for Alfred's. His peacock is sitting inside his wine glass, the green and blue of his tail falling over his plate.

In the kitchen, his mom and dad are dancing around each other, wiping up a meal that, for once, isn't anywhere near ectoplasm. The pair had gone in beforehand to remove contamination and cleaned it out, claiming they wanted to impress Bruce's family. This means that their food will likely not come to life this dinner.

It also meant the Waynes would be mighty surprised by how good chiefs his parents are. In the privacy of his heart, Danny keeps the secret that while Alfred was good, he was nowhere near Fentons' level of cooking.

Jazz comes down from upstairs, looking dazzlingly in her black dress and perfectly done make-up. The Fentons always dressed to the nines for Thanksgiving, even if they only stayed in their living rooms.

"Looks great, Danny!" She says with a bright smile,e eyeing the table and smiling when her eyes land on her bear. Danny had used a white napkin to simulate Bearbert's lab coat. "Finished with the rest of the house?"

Danny waves his hand, beaming at the decorations he has set up. The entire first floor had miniature pumpkins scattered about on tabletop surfaces. The couch cushions had been replaced with light orange ones. Hung up around doorways and surrounded windows were red, brown, and yellow leaves fines, interweaved with sunflowers.

Small sunflower wreaths were also placed on the walls, and linking them together was a sheer red cloth that dropped into small hoops between them.

A few larger pumpkins were placed near the walls, and some fake leafy vines were placed on the ground to resemble a pumpkin patch pathway. Danny loved the multiple scented candles and small acorn lights he had looped around the edges of the furniture, turning off the other lights to make them pop.

It gave a homey but festive vibe that he knows the Waynes are unused to. The decorations for their Holidays were always large and expensive. Brought together by a team of interior designers who made everything look great, just slightly artificial.

Or maybe that was Danny's middle-class mindset.

The Fentons had money- with his parent's PhDs, Danny's freelance, Jazz's brilliant work, and Dani's photos- but they had always remained with a middle-class mindset, never going for the over-the-top shows of wealth the Waynes had.

Even the clothes he had on now made him feel like they were too much, despite having bought them himself. He was wearing his best suit, and Bruce took him to get tailored because heaven knows Danny couldn't tell what was considered good quality. Although they hugged his body in all the right places, Danny felt silly.

"Wonderful work as usual." Jazz's smile turned even larger. His sister considers the hung-up wreaths with a critical eye. Danny moved to stand next to her as she sighed wishfully. "Remember the year you learned how to make those?"

Danny laughs. "Yeah, you biked me to all the hobby stores in Amity Park because I was determined to make my own decorations and didn't understand why a seven-year-old couldn't walk alone."

"You threw such a fit about standing on my training wheels while I petaled." She snorts, shifting her voice higher to emulate kid Danny. "Jazz, can't you go faster! People think we need training wheels like I could ride a bike without them. I literally hit a tree the day before!"

"I was embarrassed people were seeing us 'cause I didn't realize how awesome it was for my nine-year-old sister to do something like that for me." Danny side hugs her. "You were pretty amazing growing up, Jazz. I'm sorry I didn't realize it as a kid."

His elder sister hugs him back. "It's alright. I'm sorry I was so stubborn as a kid, too. You were right back then. We could have just walked."

"Yeah, but then we would have missed out on bonding in the hospital when we went down Sisneros Hill." Danny laughs. " The matching casts were a good lesson for how breaks worked."

Jazz snorts, then bursts into laughter as the memories play again behind her eyes. Danny finds himself joining her, and his heart swells with love. Eventually, they calm down long enough for Jazz's eyes to soften at the small table with crafts supplies. "You're going to include the Waynes in the Danny's decor tradition?"

"Yup." Danny rubs the back of his head. "I figured we could do it after Dinner. Before or during Dad's karaoke."

Danny planned on having the Wayne children make their own wreaths to add to his collection. He hoped they liked it as it was a Fenton tradition he started with his family when he was nine.

The one above the little table was the first ever wreath he made at nine years old. It looked terrible compared to the others, but it made him happy.

Jazz hums "I'm sure they will love it. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what's up."

"What's going on between you and Bruce?" Jazz turns to him, crossing her arms but not looking judgmental. If anything, there is only curiosity in her voice. "You've known him for ten years, you're heavily involved with his kids' upbringing, and even though you always travel for work, you always make time for him and the kids. Are you two dating?" "

Danny blinked, taken aback. "I mean....Bruce means a lot to me, but I'm not sure we have that kind of relationship."

Jazz considers his response before carefully asking, as if worried her words will offend "Do you want to have that kind of relationship with him?"

The question causes him to pause. He finds his mind drawing a blank even if his heart leaps a little in his chest.

"I don't know. You know I don't really feel urges like that." He admits after a while, leaning back into the wall and picturing Bruce's face. It flashes with a warmth that he rarely saw the billionaire betow upon anyone else. But did that make him excited? Was it only for him? Did he want to do things with Bruce?

He wrinkles his nose at the thought of Bruce and him in bed, but the idea of kissing the other man isn't so bad. Unusual since Danny always found the action to be gross.

"I know you're asexual, but that isn't the same thing as being aromantic." His sister says gently. "You can want to have a romantic relationship with someone without the physical aspects."

"I guess I just never considered it." He admits after a moment of the pair standing there. His mind is whirling with the idea now. He thought that after ten years, he had never considered the idea that Bruce was something more.

But in a way, he was. Bruce had somehow turned into one of his most important people, always playing in the back of his mind, and when Danny thinks of happiness, he imagines the Waynes. When someone says family, it isn't just his parents and sisters; it's the rich man with a heart of gold, his butler, and his ragtag team of children.

Goodness. When did that happen?

"That's alright if you don't," Jazz tells him. She nods her head to where his parents are finishing the touches on the dinner. Dani had come down at some point- looking fabulous in her red jumper- and was helping Dad with the fudge. "They consider Bruce your lover, you know? Mom and Dad still struggle with the concept of asexual, so don't let them pressure you tonight. They will start asking for you two to set a wedding date, and although I talked them out of it, don't be surprised if they corner you later."

Danny thinks back to all the graduations, the birthday cards, the Christmas presents, and the random visits his parents would do for the Wayne children. It hits him then that they had been treating them like grandchildren since Dick was nine, and he wonders why he never noticed before.

No wonder Dad has wanted mixed holidays for years now. They thought they were grandparents.

The strangest part? Danny was okay with it if they saw the Wayne children as grandchildren. It actually made him feel warm and proud to be their son.

But that would mean they saw Bruce as their son-in-law, and Danny wasn't sure how he felt about it yet. He liked it, but he was scared of what it implied.

Why did his heart leap with joy? Why did he imagine coming home to Bruce? Why did he feel giggly and nervous like a schoolboy again?

Had Danny....been in love with Bruce for years and never noticed? Is this feeling the same as other people's when they like someone romantically?

Jazz observes his face, able to read him long before she finishes her psychology degree in profiling. She must see his thoughts because she reaches out to place a comforting hand on his arms. "Whatever you figure out, Bruce has been here for ten years. He'll be here for ten more, even if it's just as friends."

The doorbells dings. Dani bounces out of the kitchen towards it with a cheer. "They're here!"

Danny glances over, and his eyes catch Bruce's warm ones over his younger sister's head. His heart flutters as his friend gives him that unique smile despite Dani clutching him in a bone-crushing hug. His children are piled behind him, and seeing it all makes him feel like the luckiest guy on earth.

Oh gods, was he in love?

[starrystella85]

Home Sweet Home Au (image and Au by: @MissMio)

Since the day you left that hell scape of a toy factory known as Playtime Co. you may have brought some stowaways with you, specifically Dogday, Catnap, Kissy, Huggy, Poppy, you get the idea. The human toy experiments that Playtime Co. created from their insane and sadistic imagination, honestly what were they thinking when they did this, anyways you took them home with you to your giant mansion in the woods, that your family owned thanks to not only the money you had made at Playtime Co. while it was still in operation, but because your family owned a huge marketing company that made millions. What was it named? Safe Heaven Toys LLC, funny really that your life revolved around toys.

On the drive home cause you had to make multiple trips during the night so no one would see the monstrosities that were once human in the back of your truck, you pulled into the driveway with the last of the toys, and as soon as you step inside Dogday and Catnap are the first to greet you.

"Welcome home Angel!" The orange stuffed dog said as his tail wagged violently through the air, his tone upbeat and energetic.

"Savior. . .welcome." The purple cat said in a more sleepy tone, but nonetheless excited to see you as his tail snaked it's way around your hips.

"hey guys. . .ugh. . ." You said to them before almost collapsing from the amount of sleep and sustenance you were deprived of, you were lucky that Carnap still had his tail wrapped around your hips to make sure you wouldn't fall face first.

"You need. . .rest now. . .Savior." Catnap stated and honestly you couldn't have agreed more. And so you were brought upstairs to the master bedroom, your room and placed on your king sized bed. As soon as you hit the mattress you pass out immediately, out like a damn light. It would take at least a week before you can recover from all the bullshit that you when through or so the toys thought. Apparently you only need like three days of sleep and a large portion of food, but other than that you were good.

Everyday for the next three days the toys would check on you, making sure that you were alright and well provided for, then just like that you were back on your feet ready to start the day. You've never felt *this* peaceful before, actually you've never felt *this* peaceful a day in your life since you were always moving and on the go, but it felt nice and finally having some company thanks to the living toys you didn't feel as lonely as you originally did before they came into your life.

"Angel how are you feeling now?" Dogday asks you know he's just doing it out of concern for you, he was always a sweet one, possessive? Maybe, but definitely sweet.

"I'm alright Dogday, I've just been doing one to many things that I crashed." You replied back to him, easing his worries, still there's a small glint in his eyes that say otherwise. "I'm being honest Dogday I'm fine." You told him as you began to scratch behind his ears making his foot do the weird moving thing. It was adorable to see and you couldn't help but scratch harder and harder which caused his tail to start thumping against the floor, causing a giggle to come out of your lips. Hearing your soft voice and fits of laughter caused a deep crimson blush to spread across Dogday's face. If he was given the chance he could listen to you all day, cause something about your voice just makes his heart flutter. Unfortunately the moment was short lived cause Catnap having a long ass tail like he does managed to snatch you up and drag you away from the loving pup that was Dogday.

"CATNAP!!! 💢" Yup Dogday was pissed as soon as you were stolen away from him. He tried searching all of the mansion but the mansion was to big and had one too many rooms that Catnap could use to hide, so the poor angry orange puppy gave up, but he swore if he saw that cat again he was going to teach him a lesson about stealing *HIS* angel away from him. Meanwhile Catnap and taken you to the more quiet areas of the house, mainly the ones you didn't have any use for and was just kinda sitting there gathering dust, except for a room that Catnap made to be his nesting spot. The room had a bunch of mattresses, blankets, pillows, and other soft plush-like materials he could find, half of them belonging to you, and the other half you don't know where in gods name he got it from. Probably stole it or something.

"hi Catnap." You said to the large purple cat as he looked at you while holding you within his arms. A faint purr came from his throat as his ears flicked, indicating that he acknowledges you.

"Savior. . ." He says. Ever since you saved him from, what would have been an unfortunate accident if you didn't intervene, was his near death encounter with 1006, and while he knows that he'll always be somewhat loyal to the prototype, he'll mostly be loyal to you just like, if more, the prototype.

Later you were wondering around aimlessly tell someone hugged you from behind. When you looked up you saw the blue huggable monster himself, Huggy Waggy. He'd changed since he and the other toys left the factory with you, and like Dogday, he was extremely clingy. It also didn't help that fact that whenever he looked at you he gave you this innocent little face as if saying "love me."

[nouearth]

servicing justice: superman [1]

pairing ; kal-el / clark kent / superman x m!reader. fandom: ; dc, superman. word count ; 2144. series ; servicing justice. genre ; smut. rating ; m. warnings ; bigdick!superman. blowjob. gloryhole. handjob. mouth-fucking. oral (reader giving). sexworker!reader. note ; yeah, okay. maybe i've been watching too much of a certain video genre, ahem. but i hope you guys enjoy my first smut! it's been a WHILE since i've written one, so i know it's rusty, HAHA. looks-wise, i mostly had maws's superman in mind (because the art style is so good and so himbo), but feel free to imagine it with any superman!

it isn’t the most comfortable position to be in. you’ve been kneeling on the floor for quite some time now, waiting for your assigned client. your palms begin to sweat to a minimal but uncomfortable degree. did i fuck up already? you ask yourself as your mind clouds with questions, doubts, and even judgement regarding this new job.

“jesus, what did i get myself into…” you recall the long process it took for you to end up here. the intensive (and ridiculously long) process of reading and signing multiple forms and documents almost had you backing out of this opportunity. though looking back at it, it was understandable since it’s quite unheard of to be… a sex worker for superheroes.

for an incredible pay, your privacy will essentially be stripped away starting from today. all phone messages, calls, and social media activities will be monitored during your venture as a sex worker, and that post-graduate life was not going to pay itself. for the most part, so far everything seemed… great? being driven to work by a chauffeur, having your own personal room and health coverage provided, and most importantly… eating free lunch was not bad at all.

or maybe you’re just naïve.

all you had to do was kneel and suck a few superhumans off. as the newbie, you were told that you’ll be starting on gloryhole duty due to privacy reasons; at least until you built enough camaraderie. though, you didn’t even mind since there would certainly be less strain on your body.

you couldn’t help but snicker at the mere thought of an entire league of superheroes holding a meeting regarding this subject matter. especially since almost everyone in the world, including you, holds these superheroes in such high regard.

“meeting is adjourned until 9 am tomorrow! until then, please help yourself to some delicious food trucks from outer spac-“ your humorous imitation of a noble superhero is silenced when you hear the door opening. within your private booth, all that blocks you from meeting your approaching client is another door with a hole cut through.

your curiosity is piqued when you catch a sight of the man’s physique through the hole. plaid shirt and jeans aside, and assuming he had to underdress, he’s huge. maybe because you’re kneeling right now, or maybe it’s the fact that you’ve never been near a superhero before, but you couldn’t help but be in awe at the size of the man. your eyes complete a full body scan by the time he approaches the door and before you could say something, he does.

“sorry i was late-“ a gentle voice echoes behind the door. contrary to his soft voice, the man’s large hands work aggressively at his belt, unlooping the leather with impatience yet eagerness as he anticipates the mouth that’s been waiting for his arrival. “there was this whole thing with this cat in this tree and then this school bus got hijacked- not my best day, unfortunately.”

“i’m sorry to hear that. sounds like a stressful day, yeah?” your voice is compassionate. you felt bad for the unnamed superhero and a part of you wanted to continue the conversation further, but your job isn’t to listen to their feelings. it’s to pleasure.

“yeah…” a huge sigh of relief expels from the man’s dry throat when he pulls his pants down. frustration stains another one of your client’s sigh, clearly troubled by the restrictive fabric guarding his erection. you watch with parted lips as he couldn’t help but give himself a needy stroke through his tight briefs, fondling his balls then beelining his palm to the very plump tip of his cock. your own cock hardens at this scene, and you find yourself doing the very same. mimicking his impatient hand to tend to the sensitive pressure below, you tiptoe the fine line between frustration and pleasure as your tightening pants and briefs define what it means to be an absolute nuisance. “very stressful.”

it doesn’t take much time before you’re faceful of cock and somehow, you manage to salivate more than you did a minute ago. the man’s throbbing erection is brimmed with thick pre-cum, stress practically leaving his body with every drip. it’s a heavenly sight that’s enough to make you stick your tongue out just in time to catch the substance into your mouth, not wanting to waste a single drop. the salty taste always catches you off-guard yet at the same time, it puts you under a spell. a tantalizing spell that commands you to drag your warm tongue over and back the underside of his thick shaft, completely avoiding the plump glans to have his cock leak even more… stress.

the taste of his musk drives your palm further into your erection, palming at whatever you could as you preoccupy yourself with teasing the man. you almost felt bad for him. contrary to his build, his whimpers are… so small, so weak. you notice his hands grip over the top of the barrier, and it turns you on upon realizing how this supposed hero could become so fragile at the simple taunt of your tongue.

“please…” the superhero whimpers out, needlessly fucking the air in hopes of granting his cock some type of friction. you’re amazed, and a little proud, by how much pre-cum he’s been leaking by now, and it all goes right onto your tongue. the wet muscle follows the natural curve of his cock to meet up with the wet and plump head. his hips buckle into the barrier and feeling it shake, you keep him steady by wrapping your hand around his shaft. you’re addicted at this point. addicted to the salty taste of his pre-cum as your tongue licks and explores into the slit of his cock, while at the same time, your hand works at his large cock in slow, but steady strokes.

“oh christ-“ he breathes out, repeating the same two words under his shaky breath as you continue to pleasure him with your tongue and hand. after a few licks, you pull away to give your tongue a break. in doing so, your grip tightens around his shaft to pace your strokes quicker. when you find a moment where your wrist needs a break, you let your client catch his breath. his cock throbbing more and more with every passing second when your tongue and hand aren’t exploring him, and you bask in the sight of it. you believe you deserve a medal at this point. not for doing a great job (though, it doesn’t seem too far-fetched), but for having control. you haven’t even sucked him off yet, but you’re content on remaining just like this for a while longer. though, that wouldn’t be fair for the superhero.

before he could whimper out another plea, your warm mouth finally wraps around the head of his cock and your ears perk at the sound of his low moan almost instantly. your hand returns to its rightful position around the lower base of his penis as you cycle your tongue over the glans, satisfying your need to taste his musk once more. seconds later, your hand lets go when you push your head farther, taking in an inch more of the hero’s cock. your knees dig into the floor as you push your head more and more, stretching your mouth with his cock until you feel yourself gagging.

“fuck.” you sniffle out when you pull back. perhaps you were challenging yourself too hard. you think to yourself as you catch your breath, using the remaining moment to sloppily jerk him off with your saliva. part of you wanted to challenge yourself to deepthroat him, impress your client on the first day. but you already know you wouldn’t be able to take it… at least, for now.

“you could hurt someone with this, y’know?” for some reason, you thought you needed to crack a joke as if there was an awkward silence that needed to be filled. maybe you just wanted to hear him talk again. his voice is warm and inviting, somewhat fitting for a superhero or even a television host as the moment you hear his voice again, you felt safe.

“i have before- oh god.” you lube up his cock with your spit as you continue to jerk him off, refraining yourself from fucking his slit with your tongue again to concentrate on his words. “which is why i don’t do this much- sex and stuff… it’s all troublesome, really.”

“yeah?” and just when you talked yourself out of challenging yourself, you feel the competitive spark ignite inside of you again. “well, i guess you just have to find the right one. could be anyone, even people you just met.” you try to play it nonchalantly, hoping that double-handing his wet cock would distract him.

he was beyond speechless at this point, moans drawn out by means of your sloppy strokes. you swear you can hear his heartbeat behind the barrier when you lean your head closer to suck him off again. you moan along with him, drawing out every breath of yours as you bob your head up and down, taking more of his cock every time you come down. your hand twists and strokes the remaining few inches that isn’t violated by your tongue and mouth, following your mouth like a reel as your intent to make him cum is fervent more than ever.

it hurts. your mouth hurts by how large your client is and tears brim in your eyes as you hold yourself back from gagging. but you don’t stop yourself because you’ll know it’ll be worth it. your endeavor to please him to the fullest has you drowning out his groans into white noise and you can barely register the fact that you’ve been on paused for a while now. you find yourself in a closer position than before, where your mouth is open, lips fully pressed around the carved hole as the superhero fucks into your mouth, fucks into your gags like you’re his personal flesh light. you didn’t care how dirty you looked, how you had saliva and spittle dripping out from the corners of your mouth and onto the floor. who would see? and you didn’t care that you were too preoccupied to touch your dick right now, because you know you’ll be thinking about this very moment for the rest of your life. and right now, you didn’t know if you wanted to be covered in his cum or to have your mouth be filled with it.

remaining in this position, you glance your teary eyes up at his grip over the barrier again. the strength in his grasp forms small cracks in the material of the barrier and that was the sign you knew you fulfilled your sense of purpose.

“christ, i’m going to come-“ your eyes shut again and you breathe through your noise, bracing for impact. he pushes his cock down your throat and hits that sore spot one last time before unloading his cum into your mouth with a stifled groan. warm, hot seed quickly fills you up and you pull your head back an inch to fully enclose your lips around his cock, ensuring none escape your lips.

in a heartbeat, you swallowed it all. his warm cum coats the back of your throat like medicine and you moan around his cock at the taste, intoxicated. you made sure to lick every inch of his cock clean, calmly slurping any saliva and cum that threatens to leave your mouth as you pull back up with a soft pop, swallowing the remaining remnants of his stress away.

“t-thank you. i needed that…” he pulls his softening cock out, careful in avoiding the hole as he was still sensitive. “did you need a tissue or anything? i think i have one somewhere…” you can hear him rummage through what you can only assume would be his bag and you find it charming, a quiet laugh leaving your swollen lips as you lean back onto your elbows to take a breather and stretch your legs out.

“no, no. i’m okay. i, uh, don’t think i wasted a drop.” you proudly brag, only for him to respond with a shy chuckle. you watch him tidy himself through the hole from a leaned back view, occasionally tilting your head in various angles to see if you could catch a glimpse on who the mysterious superhero is, but the barrier remains an obstruction to your view.

“well then, i… uh… thank you for your service.” he covers up the silence with another laugh and you join in, re-adjusting his pants and belt before turning his back towards you and heading out the booth. “i’ll try not to be late next time.”

© nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. and if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

[devildomwriter]

Ten Manga I Think They’d Enjoy #2

Lucifer

He likes manga that reads like classic literature, dark stories, mysteries, psychological stories, and occasionally something sweet or cute

Children of the Whales, Mujirushi, PTSD Radio, Requiem of the Rose King, Shadows House, The Summer Hikaru Died, Togue Oni: Primal Gods in Ancient Times, Gachiakuta, Your Lie in April, Drops of God

Mammon

He likes stories involving his personal hobbies like working on cars, gambling, etc. he also enjoys funny stories and secretly cute romances or relatable romances

Play it Cool Guys, Bleach, Chibi Vampire, Daily Lives of High School Boys, Fire Force, I Belong to the Baddest Girl at School, I’m a Wolf But My Boss is a Sheep, My Monster Secret, Skip and Loafer, The Muscle Girl Next Door

Leviathan

Leviathan loves everything but he’s especially a fan of gaming manga, magical girls, monster girls, isekai, and the classics

A Centaur’s Life, Jobless Reincarnation, Yashahime Princess Half-Demon, If Witch Then Which, Banished From the Hero’s Party I Decided to Live a Quiet Life in the Country Side, My Clueless First Friend, Far-away Paladin, Geek Ex-Hitman, If the RPG World Had Social Media, Komi Can’t Communicate

Satan

Satan loves manga that reads like classical literature but he also loves stories about cats, dark mysteries, psychological stories and ones with characters he finds relatable

Case Study of Vanitas, Cat + Gamer, XXXHolic, Haunted Bookstore, Skull-Face Bookseller Honda-San, Vampire Library, Heavenly Delusion, I’m the Catlord’s Manservant, Infernal Devices, Library Wars

Asmodeus

Asmodeus mostly enjoys romance whether it’s cute and fluffy or extremely erotic

Nana to Kaoru, We Can’t Do Just Plain Love, We Started a Threesome, I Want You to Make Me Beautiful, In to the Tentacle Cave, Who Wants to Marry a Billionaire, Training Mr Sakurada, My Androgynous Boyfriend, Birds of Shangri-La, Interspecies Reviewers

Beelzebub

Beelzebub is a big fan of manga involving food but he also enjoys a good action adventure and sports manga

Crazy Food Truck, My Deer Friend Nokotan, One Punch Man, Restaurant to Another World, Let’s Eat Together Aki and Haru, How to Grill Our Love, Giant Spider and Me, Hajime no Ippo, How Heavy Are the Dumbbells You Lift?, Plus Sized Elf

Belphegor

Belphegor likes stories with relatable characters which can be hard to find but he also loves adventures, horror, and Slice of life; he’s a little all over the place

Servamp, Soara and the House of Monsters, Jujutsu Kaisen, Rurouni Kenshin, You Have No Human Rights, Uzumaki, SINoALICE, Gannibal, The Tree of Death, Dorohedoro

Solomon

Solomon loves compelling narratives, dark psychological stories, stories that take a deeper look a humanity and immortality, and one’s that involves demons/angels/sorcerers. He does also love cat books like Satan

Ancient Magus Bride, Blood on the Tracks, Bloody Mary, Of the Red Light and the Ayakashi, Demon Diary, Dr. Stone, Emanon, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, Magus of the Library, Mob Psycho 100

Thirteen

Thirteen is a little all over the place, she likes to see what’s popular but she also enjoys slashers, one’s that take a closer look at death and spirits, and dark romance

Duke of Death and His Maid, Executioner and Her Way of Life, Ghost Reaper Girl, No Longer Allowed in Another World, Versailles of the Dead, Your Turn to Die, Chainsaw Man, Your Letter, Solanin, Corpse Party

Simeon

Simeon enjoys reading manga that have some religious aspects, he likes ones about authors since they are relatable, and he enjoys some random ones here and there that are cute or funny. He’s also a sucker for a pure romance

Ceres Celestial Legend, Handa-Kun, A Witch’s Printing Office, Lord Hades Ruthless Marriage, Takopi’s Original Sin, Ride Your Wave, Haru’s Curse, Blank Canvas: My So-Called Artists Journey, Our Dreams at Dusk, Blue Flag

Raphael

Raphael canonically likes coming of age sports dramas. I believe he’s also he amused by one’s involving ant Christian aspects about angels and demons, heaven and hell. He also enjoys one’s that include his hobbies like security, military, and anything to do with fashion

Cheeky Brat, Waiting for Spring, Blue Box, Kuroko’s Basketball, Yowamushi Pedal, Ran and the Gray World, Mame Coordinate, Cinderella Closet, Kamikaze Girls, Anri a Shoemaker

Luke

Luke loves to try everything but his books are monitored to make sure he doesn’t stumble upon anything inappropriate for his age ana angel status. He loves ones about food, animals, adventure, and a good slice of life or 4-panel.

Cat Massage Therapy, Yu-Gi-Oh, Pokémon Adventures, Animal Crossing, My Little Pony: The Manga, Story of Seven Lives, Star Wars: Rebels, Dragon Ball, Disney Twisted Wonderland, Cardcaptor Sakura

Michael

Michael enjoys funny books, one’s that take a closer look at humanity and war, classical adaptations, and one’s involving angels and demons.

Record of Ragnarok, I Had That Same Dream Again, Skip Beat, Angel Sanctuary, Homunculus, The Ephemeral Scenes of Setsuna’s Journey, Alpi the Soul Sender, X, Ballad x Opera, Legend of the Nymph

Mephistopheles

Mephistopheles likes books that involve history, nobility, prestigious jobs, mystery, and equestrian sports. He also enjoys one’s about demons and servants.

Chronicles of an Aristocrat Reborn in Another World, Great Jahy Will Not be Defeated, Villains Are Destined to Die, Vinland Saga, Cantarella, Kingdom, Blade of the Immortal, Ron Kamonohashi: Deranged Detective, How a Realist Hero Rebuilt the Kingdom, Ajin

Barbatos

Barbatos prefers books that are dark and disturbing as well as insightful books on time, immortality, grief, morality vs law, etc.

Coffee Moon, Drifting Classroom, His Majesty the Demon King’s Housekeeper, The Maid I Hired Recently is Mysterious, Horizon, The Lady and Her Butler, I Sold My Life For Ten Thousand Yen Per Year, Homunculus, Parasyte, Yokai Rental Shop

Diavolo

Diavolo absolutely loves cute family manga, funny manga, one’s that involve demons and angels, cute romances, and exciting action and adventure. He isn’t picky and will read anything if it’s been recommended to him.

Correspondence From the End of the Universe, Soul Eater, Given, In the Clear Moonlit Dusk, Juana and the Dragonewt’s Seven Kingdoms, Terrified Teacher at Ghoul School, Thigh High, Delinquent Daddy and Tender Teacher, Hate Me But Let Me Stay, Hinamatsuri

[blnationwins]

My stream of conscious having just finished the 4th episode of The Heart Killers:

I’m so confused… I thought they were hit men. But they also plant bugs and tap into software like spies. And they’re also just plain thieves who break into safes to steal jewels? And they have such an extensive wardrobe. Did they also rent a fire truck or hop out Fadel’s jeep dressed like firemen? Did they start a fire? Is there a cat stuck in a tree? Where did Bison get a fresh janitor’s outfit w/ no wrinkles & a PE outfit in their sizes in less than an hour? Speaking of which, where in the world did Style get a burger costume? I can only imagine it’s handmade. What other crafts does Style like to do? When will Style ever help his dad at the shop? Does Style order crop tops or know how to hem and crops any shirt he likes himself? Is he bisexual? Everyone has chemistry with everyone. When will they have a foursome? Is that incest? And why do Fadel and Bison have a burger restaurant as a cover up in the first place? A cover up for what exactly? It’s not a money laundering front. Is it illegal to arrest small business owners in Thailand? Is it truly just Fadel’s passion project? Why does he love burgers? Where did he learn to cook and manage a business? Did he take online classes while training to be a killer? Why did Mother agree to it? Is she a shareholder? Can he cook anything else? How does Fadel not pull his hair out cooking and running food and bussing tables by himself? When will he hire real staff? The most shady part is that there are literally zero employees other than him & Bison and sometimes Style. What is happening?! Why does Kant never lock his door? When is he going to get a ring doorbell? Why do Fadel and Bison live in a mansion? Not really keeping a low profile. Do they have savings accounts? Or do they get an allowance from Mother? Who is Mother and why is she so bad at Mothering? What even is Keen? He looks older than both Bison and Fadel so why is he not “in the field” yet? Is he such a good assistant that Mother doesn’t want him to get killed? How did they train to become hitmen? Where at? Are they actually Mother’s adopted sons or what? Which came first, the adoption or the hitman training? How and when did Bison discover his kink? Does he listen to Rihanna? Does he go on r/bdsm? When will he get to use his ball gag? Why did Kant take a picture of it? How did no one notice him drugging Bison’s drink? He did it so conspicuously! Why would the bartender agree to make those shots and not call security immediately? Dude’s sus! Will they start a gay bowling league? Can Fadel bowl? Will Style have to get a C-section? How in the world are they going to be able to raise a kid? They’re both so busy. Is Bison ready to be an uncle? What are the hours Heart Burger is open? Do they have milkshakes? When will we see a shrew?

Phew!😮‍💨 I could do this all day… Anyway, so far I’m loving this series! Shakespeare would be proud (and I actually mean that)

[toonietoon36]

Decided to start writing random shit for my webfishing character

- their name is guppy, they picked the name themselves, their last name is minnow, also picked by them.

- they go by they/she/gup/em but go by they/gup the most

- autism 🗣🗣🗣🗣

- they dont wear pants

- guppy is 3ft tall, just two sauce packets

- despite their size they're an adult

- guppys favorite alcoholic drink is beer

- gup also smokes weed sometimes

- their best friend is an alien cat named lollipop ( @sweettoothstomp )

- despite lollipop being her best friend they're also bitter rivals, mostly because guppy says the most vulgar shit sometimes and lollipop somehow makes their voice stack and echo. Both annoy the shit out of each other but yet still fish together

- guppy is never seen fishing without their lucky case of beer, if you see it sitting somewhere you know thats where guppy is currently located. All the bottles are full and very passed their expiration

- if guppy could drive they would have a beat up pick up truck. They would sleep in the bed of the truck unless it was raining

- guppy doesn't talk to her parents much because she's too busy fishing

- guppy isnt sure what gup identifies with fully right now

- guppy smells like river water and sweat.

- guppy is 20

- we dont know what breed of dog guppy is

- guppys favorite food is probably subway seafood sensation sandwiches

- guppys favorite fish is the alligator gar

@wulfums tagging you in any oc lore in case you're interested in my silly lil rambles that aren't smiling friends or bugsnax

[monotonesmile]

My love, might I request headcanons for my most beloved stupid Black Beetle. He is not on your list but you love me (hopefully) and I may be his sole fan. My most betrothed it will bring me immense joy.

PS I love you pookie shmookie mwah mwah xoxo I hope you recover from that time I hit you in the head with a cast iron pan <3

Black Beetle Headcanons

(Only for you pookie bear, I will write headcanons for your boy.)

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[General Headcanons]

Probably over seven feet tall, I’m just getting that out there, he likely has sharp teeth as well.

If he liked anything about Earth, I feel like it would be music, specifically jazz or old timey music, he just gives off those vibes. That or metal.

The moment any Reach stepped onto Earth they immediately had a sneeze attack because they are not used to the pollen.

I think the closest thing you could possibly compare their species to, is a reptile, I don’t know why, it just feels the most accurate. (Or even a reptile-bug mix)

I think the Reach in general have slit pupils like cats instead of circle pupils.

Black Beetle has two expressions, angry and angrier. Or on the rare occasion, very very smug.

Black Beetle is a warrior so he has a very strict schedule and he won’t deviate from his routine for anything that isn’t a threat. He’s very meticulous with his training and work, he makes sure he’s doing everything with the intent of it being perfect.

He probably doesn’t really like Ambassador (even before the final episodes of season two) because he finds him incredibly incompetent but he had no proof so he needed to wait before taking away his title.

If there’s any Reach he actually likes, it's the Scientist, and that’s only because he actually knows she’s intelligent and is thinking about the Reach as a whole, especially when she was insisting on trying to find out why Blue Beetle’s scarab was off mode.

Black Beetle just does not show interest in anything or anyone because it’s not in his training and he is just not good at being nice.

He has a resting bitch face. That’s it.

Likely has really cold and cool skin and body temperature.

[Romantic Headcanons]

OH BOY! Now trying to romance this big fucker is a challenge for the gods.

Black Beetle doesn’t really think much about love as he’s very warrior mindset driven, so if you managed to catch his eye, you’re very lucky.

I feel like the Reach would have a sort of courtship thing, like providing the person they like with food or gifts, and he’d also partake in it.

If you didn’t know anything about their species, you’d probably be very confused when Black Beetle starts bringing you food or random trinkets he found, even if you asked him about it, I don’t think he’d explain what he’s doing, you’d have to ask Ambassador or Scientist about it, then you’d get your answer.

After that the realization that he’s trying to court you would hit you like a truck, especially if you’ve been subconsciously accepting the offerings.

It’d be a few months of this courting before he finally asks you out, and even then it’s the most blunt way possible.

A relationship with Black Beetle would definitely be interesting, he’d likely be very protective if you aren’t a Reach, like a human, though he’d likely be subtle with his protective nature.

Oddly enough, if you are smaller than him (which is likely true), he’d be very gentle with touching you in any manner due to having claws.

On his breaks or days off, he’d probably spend them resting or training, and if he’s resting, you will be laying next to him, he is actually really cool to the touch, so if you’re human then you’re like his own personal heater.

He likes when he can compare his hand size to yours, and your hair (if you have any), he finds it interesting and soft.

ABSOLUTELY HAS NO CLUE WHAT KISSES ARE. He does nuzzle though, that’s his species version of kissing, but he’ll indulge your kisses as well.

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[Requests are open]

[moony7drac]

Gift exchange at the Darklands castle

The family decided to all get a card with someone’s name, and to get that person a gift.

But who gets who, and what will their gift be?...

// I originally wanted to make a one-shot with this idea,

But then it suddenly was already Christmas eve...

(I also hereby apologise for the length of this post, but there’s no neat point to make a “read more” in this one…)

Bowser got Iggy, and is very much in turmoil on what to get him, as he and Iggy aren’t the closest. (This is not on purpose btw-, there just aren’t that many things that Bowser and Iggy have in common, and therefor they spend less time together than other combinations might).

He refuses to just get Iggy some new/more lab equipment or mechanical tools though. He thinks it would give the “I don’t care. Here, have something you like. I put no effort in this gift.” And he doesn’t want to give Iggy that feeling…

Bowser makes dried fruit bites, covered in chocolate. It was originally just one batch of pineapple with chocolate, but he eventually builds an entire contraption of multiple fruits in chocolate.

Iggy got Morton, and decided to not get him something that had to do with food.

He remembered how much Morton used to play with toy trucks, cars, etc. So he build his little brother a couple of remote controlled karts and bikes, of them and their family. Due to limited time, he made just him and Morton, but he is planning on making the others with their favourite kart/bike combo, but he’ll give Morty those on his next birthday.

Morton got Lemmy, and decided to just go walk around in a toy store. He most likely gets home with a bag full of toys… (Some for himself, but he truthfully bought most for Lemmy) He just couldn’t choose! So why not all? (That’s what Bowser gets for not giving them a price limit…)

Lemmy got Larry, and thought of perhaps something that had to do with sports or anything…

But he ends up with something more related to animals. (Not an actual pet though. Bowser forgot to put a price limit to the gift, but he explicitly stated that living things were not allowed.)

Probably a video-game that has you have pets. (Think Nintendogs + cats type stuff.)

Larry got Wendy, and had gotten more than enough ideas of what to potentially get her… (Wendy is very vocal about what she wants, and does this the whole year through.)

He probably gets her a very rare piece/roll of cloth for her to use in a new design of clothing, or an expensive nail polish, or something else special and hard to get by.

Wendy got Roy. While walking around to think about what to get her big, strong, older brother, she saw his boxing gloves. They were all tattered and worn, and were in desperate need of either a repair, or replacement. So, she did both! She bought new ones, but gave them a personal make-over, to have them better fit her brother. As the ones for guys are usually black or dark red or something… And the pink ones were too small anyway, but also were all flowery. So she got a set in the right size, but replaced the clothed parts, with some of her own. The gloves she ends up giving Roy are purple with a sort of dark pink edges and seems. When holding the back of them up, the one on the left has a stitched form of Roy’s bazooka, while the one on the right has a shot bullet bill on it. (Wearing Roy’s sunglasses).

Roy got Junior, and was (just like his dad) completely clueless on what to get his receiver. After all… WHAT ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO GET A KID THAT ALREADY HAS EVERYTHING?!

So, Roy eventually gets Junior the more expected art supplies or something (Cause heavens knows Junior burns through them faster than Ludwig can play his music…)

But, to make it more personal (as Roy has enough of a heart to not want to get generic either), and give something Junior doesn’t have… Or better said, isn’t used to-

He hides it, and makes it a little scavenger hunt of it for Junior.

“Make the brat work for his gift. He’s always gotten everything he wanted handed to him. Now he will have to do something for it.”

Junior got Ludwig, and is in panic of what to get Ludwig. He already has multiple music instruments… (And Junior knows that he doesn’t know enough about them to do anything with that for Ludwig anyway). And they have an entire fucking library…

Eventually, he makes a small ticket book for Ludwig, with a couple of “Sush. I am your older brother, you listen to me right now.” Tickets in it, since the two are so often fighting for power… (Junior with the “I’m the heir of the throne” and Ludwig with the “I’m the oldest sibling” thing.)

Each and every ticket has a funny small doodle/drawing of Ludwig and Junior on it, so that it also looks fun (and Junior wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to make funny small drawings.)

Ludwig got Bowser. But, what are you supposed to get the guy that practically saved your (and your siblings’) life?... What object can ever repay such kindness and care that Bowser had given Ludwig and his siblings the day he took them into the castle, and saved them from a life on the streets? There isn’t any expensive enough to come even close to how grateful Ludwig is…

So, he doesn’t buy Bowser anything. Instead, he searches through the library for a spell. A spell he once read about… A spell that can make ‘photo’s’ from memories that people recite.

So he goes past all his siblings, to have them recite memories of them in the castle, or any family outings as well. Eventually also past his dad, although he here has to hide what he is doing… And asks his father to recite things about their family, in the hope to help Ludwig come up with a gift.

“But I can’t tell you who I actually have! That’d be cheating…”

They all love the gift they got.

(Although Junior initially whined about it, he had to eventually admit that the hunt was kinda fun...)

And Bowser started sniffling and crying a bit when looking thought the memory scrapbook from Ludwig. He got over to his oldest, picked him up into a firm hug (cue surprised yelp from Ludwig about suddenly being picked up into a firm hug), and told Ludwig how much he loved his gift.

[dominimoonbeam]

Practice Makes Perfect - 7

the college au. from the start on ao3.

haha this fic started off as pure smut but has turned into complicated as hell relationships and emotions...

David/Asher, Milo/Sweetheart, Gavin/Huxley

Practice Makes Perfect - 7

Somewhere between the locker room confession and getting out of the showers, most of the team had decided they all needed breakfast.

Asher tried not to sneak glances at David… or outright stare at him. He’d said he liked him. In front of everyone. And as much as Asher’s mind tried to convince him he meant it as friends or was trying to patch up the awkward situation between them… he knew that wasn’t what David had meant.

Asher was pulling his hoodie from his locker, the team already talking food and carpooling to the diner. David came up beside him, their lockers side by side like always. He palmed the back of Asher’s head, ruffling his wet hair before sliding his hand down to give the back of his neck a subtle squeeze that sent chills through Asher’s whole body. “Ride with me?” he asked.

Asher almost bit his damn lip, nodding. He liked the public affection, subtle but somehow screaming loud. They’d always been touchy, but this was different.

They needed to talk but right now, this was nice. This was fucking perfect. Maybe Asher didn’t want to talk. Maybe talking would ruin it. Asher tended to ruin shit by talking…

They all made their way out of the locker rooms, into the morning air, spilling toward the parking lot.

He stopped, forgetting all his own shit when he spotted Huxley and, of all people, Gavin talking just up the path. Hux had taken off quickly. He did that sometime and Asher still hadn’t figured out if he should stop him or not. Maybe he needed to get away from the crowd? Maybe he didn’t want to hang out? As much as Asher would respect that, he just wasn’t sure that was it.

There was something awkward about Gavin and Huxley’s conversation. Hux was twisting the strap of his back and edging a step back, to the side, like he didn’t know how to get around the man in front of him… who was half his fucking size.

“Huxley!” Asher shouted, smiling and peeling away from the group. “There you are! Fuck, you left in a hurry.” He stopped like he was surprised to see Gavin. “Hey, Gav. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you up this early…”

Whatever strange nervous look had been on Gavin’s face was gone, replaced by the smooth flirt Asher had known for years. “Oh, I think you have…”

Asher grinned and leaned up to throw an arm over Huxley’s shoulders. “We’re going to get breakfast. You coming with, Hux? I’m trying to get a pancake eating contest going.” He nudged his chin at Gavin. “You want to come too, Gav?” He was already turning Huxley toward the parking lot and the team.

He was more than a little surprised by how Gavin hesitated. He even asked Huxley if it was okay. What the fuck was going on between them? And when did that even happen?

Milo spotted Gavin and the team was soon cat calling and begging the notorious art major to join them, some offering to win the pancake eating contest in his honor and others trying to talk him into joining. Gav flourished under the attention, even pretending he couldn’t figure out Milo’s helmet, getting him to put it on for him.

Asher still had an arm over Huxley’s shoulders, but didn’t catch any signs of jealousy. In fact, it was Gav sneaking peeks at Hux, not the other way around. What the hell was between them? “If you really don’t want to hang out, we can drop you at the dorm, but you should come! This place has the best pancakes.”

Huxley nodded. “Sure. Yeah, I mean if you guys don’t mind,” he said.

Asher grinned, steering him straight for David’s truck.

Darlin was pitching a mock fit about Gavin stealing their ride on Milo’s bike and asking why he never buckled their helmet on for them.

“If you don’t move your ass, you’ll be walking!” David warned, hitting the button to unlock the truck just before he reached the driver’s door.

Darlin whined but sulked to the back seat.

They all climbed in, Hux in the back and Asher sitting shotgun.

David waited pointedly until the last of them, Darlin, buckled up, and then pulled out of the lot.

Milo zipped around the truck, earning a hard scowl from David for dangerous behavior that Asher just knew would come up later and already laughed about.

“So,” Darlin spoke first. “What’s up with you and Gav?”

Asher twisted around to look at them, torn between scolding Darlin and really just fucking wanted to hear the answer.

Huxley shrugged. “Nothing. Why?”

Darlin laughed. “Nothing? Are you serious? Because it looked a lot like he’d been waiting for you to get out of practice to talk to you.”

Huxley’s eyes widened in surprise. “What? No, he wasn’t.”

David tipped his head, focus still on the road, but Asher saw it. David definitely thought Gavin had been waiting too.

“When did you two meet?” Asher asked, making it sound casual rather than the fucking interrogation Darlin was launching. They had the subtleness of an avalanche. “Do you have a class together?”

Huxley shook his head. “We talked at that party last night.” Another shrug.

Darlin waited for more.

David repositioned his hand on the steering wheel. He knew something…

“Well, you must have made an impression,” Asher said.

“He wasn’t waiting for me,” Huxley said again.

“You just talked?” Darlin asked, still hung up on that detail.

Asher laughed.

David nudged his shoulder. “Sit forward,” he complained in a low mumble.

Asher was still laughing when he dropped back onto his ass in his seat, facing forward again. David had a thing about car safety and though Asher was inclined to laugh in the face of safety rules most of the time, this was not one of those times.

“Are you not into…art students?” Darlin continued to puzzle out the situation, grinning around their words.

Huxley blushed, Asher saw it in the rearview mirror. “It’s not that. It’s not… anything. I just… He wasn’t waiting for me,” he said, always in that chill, deep voice, making Asher think he might actually believe it.

Darlin sputtered, ready to argue.

“I’m starving!” Asher whined.

David scoffed. “That’s not new.”

“Your hook up last night didn’t give you breakfast?” Darlin asked, attention shifted, they grinned at him in the mirror.

Asher smirked back through the glass.

“So, who was it?” Darlin leaned forward, against the back of David’s seat to look at Asher, waiting for the story, daring him to tell it. Darlin had a real shit starter streak.

Asher shrugged, ready to take that attention to give Hux a little respite.

“Oh, come on! You can’t all be this tight-lipped.” Darlin froze, a little smirk pulling at the corner of their mouth as they tried to come up with a joke. It was there in “tight-lipped” waiting to be found.

They pulled into the diner parking lot and before the truck was off, Darlin’s door was open. The team was gathering on the sidewalk, Miguel trying to negotiate waffles instead of pancakes for the challenge.

Darlin practically dragged Huxley out of the truck with them.

Asher waited, expecting David to be grumpy now or ask him about the guy last night. Nothing had happened, but it wasn’t like he knew that.

David turned off the truck and looked at him, eyebrow raised in a silent question of why they were still in the car.

“You’re not going to ask?”

David unbuckled. “Ask what?”

Asher smiled, the moment alone growing until he realized it was the first time they’d been alone since last night…since everything went to shit. “So, we’re… okay?”

David looked at him, surprise flaring behind his eyes. “Ash…” He reached out and touched the side of his neck, thumb stroking under his jaw. “I meant what I said. I like you. You’re my best friend and…more.”

Asher bit the inside of his lip to try to stop the creeping smile and the urge to ask dumb questions. Questions like, “are we dating?” which might land him right back where they were last night—in a state of awkward nothing.

David frowned at him. “You’re quiet.”

Asher blinked, realizing David still had his hand on the side of his neck, even with the team right there on the sidewalk roughhousing and laughing with each other. He was suddenly afraid to say anything because it was definitely going to be the wrong thing.

David’s frown smoothed out, serious but no longer scowling. He dropped his hand, like he just realized it was there. “If you’re uncomfortable with PDA—” he started.

Asher laughed, surprising them both. “Sorry. No. What?”

David went back to frowning but it looked like his usual grumpy face, not the real one. “You’re acting weird, Ash. If this was too much or—”

“It’s not too much!” he burst and then felt the heat rush to his face. Fuck. He sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. “It’s perfect. It’s great. It’s… I don’t know. I don’t want to say the wrong thing again or assume too much.”

David stared at him, shaking his head a little. “You never said the wrong thing. I was just surprised. I hadn’t really… thought about changing things between us. Which is stupid because we’ve been messing around and that’s sort of changed things already, only… it didn’t really. It’s always been you and me.”

Asher nodded, his heart pounding in his ears.

David raised an eyebrow. “You’re… Ash, you’re still not talking.”

“Are we dating?” Fuck! The words jumped out of his mouth.

David grinned like he’d won something and nodded. “Obviously.”

Obviously? Asher leaned across and kissed him like he’d wanted to since last night, definitely since he’d been thinking of kissing him since he touched his wrist and said he liked him in the locker room. David groaned when Asher tongued him before breaking the kiss and sitting back—keeping it short and sweet because they were, in fact, still sort of visible to anyone trying to peek.

“So… If I pretend I have to go to the bathroom, will you follow me—”

“No! Gross. A public bathroom? Fuck off.”

Asher laughed and opened his door, hopping out of the truck. “I can pretend to drop a fork under the table and—”

“Shut the fuck up!” David grumbled.

-

Milo and Gavin had been the first to reach the diner, because this wasn’t the first time he had Gavin on his bike and he knew the other guy wasn’t afraid of speed.

Gavin hugged him from behind. Milo remembered the first time he’d given him a ride more than a year ago. Gavin had grinned like a wolf at the bike and Milo offered him the helmet and a ride. He perched on the back with his hands behind his hips and his teeth nipping his lip, unsure but excited. Milo had gotten on and started the engine.

“Don’t fall off,” Milo had told him then.

“I’ve never fallen off,” Gavin replied instantly with that sharp note of innuendo. They’d met at parties but that had been the first time it was ever just the two of them. Gavin’s chest touched his back and then pulled away, trying to figure out how to keep his seat on the bike without wrapping around him maybe? “Um…”

Milo had never heard Gavin hesitate. He waited, ready to turn the bike off if he’d changed his mind.

“How handsy am I allowed to get with you here?” Gavin asked, playing it off with charm but a note of real uncertainty there.

Later, thinking back, Milo knew that was the moment they became friends. He looked back at him and smiled. “As long as we don’t crash and you stay in your seat…”

Gavin beamed, slid that inch forward to press against his back and curled arms around his middle.

Milo parked right in front of the diner. Gavin unraveled arms from his chest, dropping one to give Milo’s thigh a flirty squeeze before sliding off the bike. “I really love that thing,” Gavin admitted, looking at the bike while unclipping his helmet.

Milo killed the engine and got off, taking the helmet from him. “Should I be jealous?”

Gavin sputtered. “Definitely.”

Milo held the door for him, the diner mostly empty as a trail of vehicles rolled into the parking lot behind them. He smiled at the waitress and told her how many they were going to be and that they could take a few tables and booths together since there wasn’t going to be a table that big.

Gavin followed him to the table rather than ducking back out to the sidewalk and the gathering team. He and Gav got along great, but it wasn’t like him to pass up a chance at playing around with that many rowdy jocks.

“So, what were you doing up this early?” Milo asked, sitting next to him on the same side of the booth.

“Hm? Who says I went to sleep?” Gavin countered, sliding in across from him. He looked out the windows, smiling at Darlin’s antics before his expression wavered, serious and uncertain, eyes following Huxley.

Milo blinked. Had he been waiting to talk to Hux? Huxley was nice. Like, really damn nice. He couldn’t imagine there being bad blood between the two. What could Hux possibly have done to upset Gavin?

The doors chimed when the group started pouring in, the tables and booths around them filling up. David slid into the booth across from them, settling into the corner with Ash right next to him. Menus were being passed around, laughter filling the room. David stretch an arm along the back of the seat, behind Asher. It wasn’t really anything he hadn’t done before, but Milo bit back a smile. Those two idiots had been stumbling around each other for years. He was happy to see them finally sorting it out.

Huxley seemed to be one of the last ones standing, looking for a seat.

Milo would normally point out the ones at their table and encourage him to take them, but suddenly he wasn’t sure. What if something had happened between him and Gavin?

“Huxley,” David said, holding out a menu.

Asher scooted in, giving him plenty of room on his other side.

Gavin sat up a little straighter, suddenly interested in his own menu.

Milo had seen Gavin mad at plenty of people and this definitely wasn’t that. He looked across the table to catch Asher’s gaze, something exciting glinting there like he too had noticed something. Milo shrugged.

Darlin practically threw themself into their booth, pushing Gavin into his side. “I’m starving!”

“I fed you before practice,” David reminded, monotone and disinterested.

Milo’s phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out, checking the message.

-It’s not a date. You better show up with ideas for the final or I’m dropping you.

He smiled out of control. They’d texted him first.

-I’ll bring a notebook and an extra pencil.

Dots.

His heart pounded. Had they been up for a while thinking about this or was it their first thought? It was definitely a date.

-I’m not joking.

He texted back. No hesitation.

-Me neither. I’m never going to give you a reason to drop me.

Gavin whistled, low and right next to him.

Milo’s head snapped to the side to see the other man looking at his phone. He didn’t say anything—didn’t point out what he was texting about or to who in front of everyone, he just smiled and nodded and then perked up to order when the waitress came over.

-

Gavin wasn’t sure what he was doing.

He was at a table of jocks, crashing a team outing, and none of that was really out of place. But he wasn’t flirting, not really—not like he might usually. This was… different. Why? Just because Huxley had rejected him? Or because he didn’t understand why?

It didn’t really feel like he’d been rejected so much as it felt like Huxley just didn’t believe him?

Gavin had never been unsure about how anyone felt about him before. He was pretty direct and people tended to either hate him or want to sleep with him. Huxley didn’t hate him… But he wasn’t looking at him or bumping his knee under the table or anything.

“Gavin,” David said after they handed away their menus. “What are you doing for your final? You do an exhibit, right?”

Gavin looked at him, feeling casual attention turn his way as people waited for a reply. He was used to attention and almost grinned and said something about how he regularly does exhibitions and inviting David to come... But those dark eyes were staring back at him, waiting, and seeming to try to convey something in that signature silence and patience.

“Um… Yeah. I’m kind of on the fence between using stuff I’ve got or doing a new series. I’ve got time but…” He shrugged, surprised how self-conscious he felt. Why would anyone care about this but him?

“But what?” Huxley asked, hanging in the answer.

Gavin found him looking back at him, those eyes so open. “I guess it’s an issue of inspiration? And, you know, I know the professors have liked some of the pieces from my last series, I should probably just go with those.”

Huxley nodded. “Yeah. I mean, you could have that to use if you want to, but still try something new in the meantime? Or… is that not how it works? What kind of art do you do?”

The waitress brought coffees and teas. Gavin found himself talking about art and blushing a little when Asher and Milo pulled out their phones to show Huxley pictures they had from his last exhibit. He hadn’t realized they’d taken pictures, let alone remembered them. And Huxley seemed honestly interested, saying he didn’t know anything about art but really liking the pieces with hints of nature in them. Gavin suddenly wanted to paint more flowers…

[cat-cosplay]

Updates on cat size food truck pics?

It is currently converted into a catbed until weather gets better to allow for painting/accessorizing.

[kragehund-est]

texas has a shitload of stereotypes and cultural things everyone knows, but these are what stuck with me most in west texas:

why are there so many dead cats on the side of the road

texan courtesies align exactly with new england disrespect

there are a lot of cool underrated birds there

i went on a 2 hour car trip and i saw over 100 dead deer on the side of the road too

texans get legitimately insecure about truck size lol

holy fuck these people are sexist, less racist then the stereotypes though

why is it 120 fucking degrees outside (i had to go to the hospital for this)

there's nothing to fucking do there

its so flat it could drive me insane

the food isn't bad but it's too greasy and too much

[itsthesinbin]

Sins in Stardust [Chapter 4: DamsBill in Distress] (Bill Cipher/Reader)

This wasn't originally chapter 4, but I felt I needed a buffer between the last chapter and a plot chapter. So sorry in advance if there's a little disconnect between 4 and 5. I tried to edit 5 to feel more cohesive tho! Feedback always appreciated <3

If you like it, reblog it!

Read on AO3 here!

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You woke up the next day feeling like you were hit by a truck. A three hour hike plus having to walk through town wore you both the fuck out. You two decided to argue about bed arrangements later and just passed out last night. You didn’t consider the idea that Bill would be attached to your head like a clingy cat. Him snoring directly in your ear didn’t help much. He’d be kinda cute if he wasn’t a little asshole.

You grabbed your phone, blearily checking the time. It was half past 2. You figured you’d sleep in late, but damn. You also had a few notifications- texts and missed calls. You knew who they were from. You should ignore them- delete them- but curiosity got the better of you. You opened the text from the supposedly unknown number. You knew what the texts would be before you even opened it.

I miss you, please call me.

I didn’t mean what I said.

You know how I get on a bad day.

You shouldn’t have kept pushing me.

If you come back, we can go to therapy like you wanted.

You’re heartless for just leaving me like that.

“Wow, they sound like a fun time.” You nearly jumped out of your skin when Bill spoke. You immediately closed your phone. Bill sat up, stretching. You got up as well to get ready for the day. Bill was lounging as he watched you search for clothes and toiletries.

“So, clingy ex huh? Been there, done that- relationships are annoying and time consuming! And light consuming- don’t date a howling void if you know what’s good for ya.” You paused before sighing. He already saw the texts. You knew he wasn’t stupid. You already felt like going back to sleep. You grabbed some of your camping food out of your bags, tossing some to Bill.

“Yeah, clingy’s a word to use. I wasn’t happy, so I left. The guy was a piece of shit.” That’s all you wanted to say on the matter for now. Bill watched as you headed for the bathroom to change.

“He the type to come after you? Should we expect some unwanted company?” You… didn’t think about that. Bill could tell you didn’t think about that, either, from the way your body sagged. You thought you were so clever and independent. Bill looked off to the side for a second, before back at you. He waved his hand.

“Eh, coward like that is probably just pissing his pants at home! Forget about him, kid.” You huffed out a small laugh. You gathered your clothes and bathroom items and headed to change, giving him a quiet thanks. He just gave a thumbs up in response, opening up the bag of jerky he had. You left him channel surfing to go change.

You were barely able to get dressed before you heard glass breaking and him speaking. Then yelling at someone to get out. You got the door open when you began to hear fighting. A bunch of… small men… had broken the window. Some tore into the food, while others surrounded Bill. They were grabbing at him, angrily kicking and biting. One of them spotted you.

“WE’RE SPOTTED! GET HIM AND GET OUT!” “LET GO OF ME YOU LITTLE FREAKS-!” The men- you were pretty sure they were honest-to-god gnomes- began to jump out the window. Bill, unfortunately, was taken with them. You couldn’t help but just stare in pure shock and horror for a minute. Then it hit that Bill was actually getting kidnapped by a bunch of gnomes.

You dropped what you had in your hands, running to your bag. You grabbed your bear spray and a collapsible trekking stick. Once it’s connected, it’s a pretty formidable weapon. You’ve had to use it on raccoons before. These guys were about the same size, should be the same outcome.

You jumped out the window, thankful to be on the first floor. You were sluggish from yesterday, but knew you couldn’t just let this slip. No matter how stupid it seemed to be. You could hear Bill struggling and saw the last gnome duck into the treeline. You bounced from foot to foot, hyping yourself up, before breaking into a sprint.

You didn’t see them immediately, but could hear Bill threatening to make their beards grow out of their breathing orifices. That made following them a bit easier, at least. You couldn’t believe you had to even THINK about following something to beat the shit out of them.

You screamed as you slid down a ledge that was hidden by bushes. You shielded your face from low hanging branches and vines that had appeared. You hit a root, falling forward and rolling down the rest of the way. With a cough and a wheeze of pain, you used the walking stick to haul yourself up. If you weren’t sore before, you sure fucking were now. Bill better not say SHIT the rest of the day.

A couple gnomes were out in the open when you shoved through some foliage. You stared each other down, them in shock and you in rage. You threw the stick up a little, grabbing the handle more akin to a sword or a bat. The gnomes hissed at you, running at you on all fours. It made you realize how stupid this was.

As soon as they got close, you whipped out the bear spray. They screamed in pain, grabbing their eyes and rolling around to try and get the burn to stop. You sighed, sneering slightly as you stepped over them. You weren’t in the mood.

You hurried to where Bill’s voice was, for once thankful that he never shuts up. You peeked over a bush when you got close. Your eyes widened at the sight before you: Bill was fucking crucified. He was tied to a crude cross, the gnomes dropping wood at the bottom of it. Bill was still angry, but you could see the panic in his eyes and the way he struggled. Someone was getting a fire started nearby. They were going to burn him alive. Good fucking lord.

The gnomes were cheering so hard that they didn’t notice you emerge. Bill did, though, as he was high enough above the crowd to see past them. From the jeers, it seemed they recognized Bill to some extent. Shouts of payback and revenge. You didn’t know what, if anything, he did but fuck if you were just gonna stand by and let him get burned in front of you.

You hooked the bear spray back onto your belt, gripping the walking stick in both hands. With a cry, you took a hard swing. You knocked gnomes to the side like a bunch of golf balls. The others screamed and scattered. You kicked one that tried to run at you, sending him flying.

“YEAH! Send those little pests FLYING, kid!” Bill cheered you on, still trying to get loose. You ran over to him fast while the gnomes were still panicked. You grabbed your pocket knife, slicing the ropes loose. Bill didn’t hesitate, this time, to climb onto your shoulders. You already proved you were faster than him, and you were the one with the weapons this time. He tried to get your knife, but you put it away before he could grab it.

“Only use this if they get close behind us- do NOT spray it in front of us while I’m running or we’ll both go down,” you barked, handing him the bear spray. Probably a terrible idea, but you wouldn’t deny that having an extra eye and set of hands was a good thing. His eyelid curved excitedly.

“I like this side of you, Stardust! You can count on me,” he said, blinking in a way that would probably be a wink if he had more than one eye. You didn’t know if you really could count on him, but you had to count on the fact he probably didn’t want to go blind for a while. Bill, now that he wasn’t tied up and helpless, was having a blast.

“CHARGE! TAKE THEIR HEADS OFF!” His yell was a bit manic, but with how pissed and tired you were? You were kind of matching his freak. The gnomes finally settled, now coming back at you with murder in their eyes. You and Bill let out rabid war cries as you ran forward.

You swung through the gnomes like you were whacking a machete through the jungle brush. Tiny bodies flew this way and that. Some smacked into trees and bounced off large mushrooms. You felt a couple climb up your legs, slowing you down.

“Bill- legs!” “I HOPE YOUR EYES SHRIVEL UP,” he yelled, spraying down at your legs. The gnomes around your feet hissed and screeched in pain, letting you go to run away. You cracked one over the head, knocking it out instantly. Its blood had glitter in it. You hated it here.

It didn’t take long to get to the hill you slid down. You’d be significantly slower heading back up, but hopefully Bill could hold them off with the bear spray if it got too bad. A quick glance back showed that the gnomes had… banded together, and formed a larger being. You and Bill stared, dumbfounded.

“THIS IS BULLSHIT,” you both screamed as you flew up the hill. You felt Bill cling onto your shoulders and shirt. There was no way you could get rid of this thing. You heard Bill try the bear spray in a last ditch effort. You only had one idea.

“Stab the can and throw it at them,” you yelled, fishing the knife out of your pocket. Bill laughed maniacally at the idea, all but yanking the knife from your grip. Giving him a knife was a terrible plan. But you were out of options.

You heard the hiss of the can being punctured, then Bill screaming in pain. You wanted to throw him at the gnomes. You did hear him chuck it, though. You managed to get to the top of the slope, skidding to a stop as Bill yelled about his eye.

The foot of the mega-gnome stepped on the can, instantly making the gnomes in the foot disperse from the pain. Without the foot, the creatures began to tumble and fall into the cloud of bear spray. You panted, turning tail and running back for the hotel before they came to their senses.

“My EYE- I don’t even know if I can regenerate it! Why’d you tell me to do that, you stupid-!” “SHUT UP they’re GONE,” you snapped. If he could open his eye, you figured he’d be glaring at you. You didn’t dare slow down until you got back to the hotel.

You climbed in through the window, hurrying to the bathroom. You picked Bill up off of your shoulders, setting him in the tub. You grabbed one of those complimentary plastic cups and turned the faucet on.

“Bill, listen- lean over so I can wash your eye out. Blink as much as you can when the water hits.” You grabbed his shoulder and had him bend. Slowly, you poured water over his freak ass eye. He tried to rub his eye again, but you pushed his hands away from his face. You didn’t need him rubbing more debris or spray in.

“... I had to do this with my ex, too.” You knew it’d be at least half an hour to get it all out, so you figured you could try to distract him. “It wasn’t bear spray, but I had gotten pepper spray. Our ac was out and it got too hot. It exploded on him.”

“He sounds like a fucking idiot,” Bill huffed, some humor to his strained voice. You snorted a little. You smiled slightly. Sadly.

“He was pissed. Called me every name under the sun for even owning it, then for letting it explode…” You sighed to yourself. Bill looked up at you through tears and water, blinking rapidly as you poured more over his face. You looked away to refill the cup.

“You’re taking it a lot better than he was, I’ll tell you that much.” Bill squeezed his eye shut as more water came through. He grunted, both in pain and triumph.

“Of course I am! I’m WAY better than a stupid pile of nerve endings who pisses and screams about some capsaicin!” You won’t bring up the fact he also screamed over the bear spray. You couldn’t help but laugh. He finally was able to sit up and keep his eye open for more than a few seconds. He watched you, eye squinted and bloodshot.

“Yeah, you’re pretty alright, Bill. Good job back there.” He grumbled, letting you help him get out of the tub and wash his hands to be sure he was clean of bear spray. You gave him a wet rag to dab at his eye. When you brought him out, you saw the broken window and glass on the floor. With a heavy sigh, you handed him his “disguise”.

“Get dressed, we’re gonna have to change rooms. Maybe we can get one on the other side of the building.” Bill whined, annoyed and hurting, but was eager to get away from the room the gnomes busted into. You rubbed your temples as you left. You were so over this town.

[aspartame-parent]

Here’s my super long winded analysis on Big Top Burger!!!

This is not to put anyone else’s theories down, just how I felt watching it.

I also feel as though I should mention I don’t know anything about Cats the musical, so if I say something wrong, please let me know!

Songs, and Their Meanings:

Up:

The song “Up” practically tells us all of who Steve is. It references costumes, makeup, etc. Also, it mentions how he’s Old Deut, and now someone else is, like what we see in the episode “Up” as well. In the song the lyrics go “up, up, up, to the Heaviside Layer” The “Heaviside Layer” is a setting referenced throughout the Cats musical, usually interpreted to be a heaven-like place of rebirth for cats selected by Old Deuteronomy. Steve was the one that played Old Deut, so maybe him being banished to Earth is the Heaviside Layer.

Down:

This song relates to Cesare, though is more relating to his job rather than his backstory. The song “Down” states “Yeah, I'm charged to keep our Earthly peace and you do not belong”, which is similar to what Cesare tells Steve in the episode “Down”. It’s also implied in the show and song that Cesare has been hunting Steve for a long time, even starting a rival food truck to get closer to him.

Friends In Low Places:

“Up” was the main theme for season 1, and “Friends In Low Places” is the theme for season 2. “Up” tells Steve’s story, and I believe “Friends In Low Places'' tells Cesare’s. This song is the least delved into so far, due to us not knowing much about Cesare. However, the lyrics in “Up” are pretty literal when it comes to Steve’s backstory, so why would “Friends In Low Places'' be any different? That being said, the following is mainly analyzing the lyrics in relation to Cesare, but it’s still just speculation. Firstly, it starts off with “In old Venezia-” This immediately tells us Cesare is probably Italian. It was already implied with the pronunciation of his name, but Venezia is the Italian name for Venice, Italy. Later in the song, it says “On that hallowed night, when I lost my life, all I remember was the gleam of the knife.” We already know Cesare is a zombie, and this seems to confirm not only that he died, but was murdered. In the song, it’s also stated “I was chosen for a second chance at life. I am the watcher, now I watch for all of time.” This implies after Cesare died, there was an offer given to him, a job of sorts, hence why he was hunting Steve. It was the job bestowed upon him. Later, it also says “Oh, just another one in a long line of no ones. One of many replacements.” This job isn’t unique to Cesare it seems, he is one of many, and possibly those he hunts down are as well. Furthermore, as stated in the song “Down”, he’s charged to keep the “Earthly peace”. However, what that means for whoever Cesare works for may be different to what it means to Steve.

Steve:

Steve is a real clown. Steve has been shown to alter reality sometimes. He phases out and in places, as well as teleport, as well as being shown to change size, both shrinking and growing. Penny, Tim, and Billie aren’t real clowns, so they can’t alter reality like that, but Steve can. This is also enforced at the end of the episode “Greasepaint” when Penny, Tim, and Billie are all getting out of their makeup, but Steve keeps his on, even honking when walking off screen. Steve’s backstory is that he was on another planet where he fumbled his role as Old Deuteronomy in Cats, and was thus banished. In the episode “Up”, Steve auditions as a child 600 million years ago, and fumbles his performance as Old Deuteronomy 375 million years ago, hence why he got banished to Earth. In the same episode , Cesare tells Steve he’s been “sleeping beneath the ground, all dormant” and that he’s been down there for “millions of years.” At the end of the episode, we’re shown that he was shot underground, into the center of the Earth, so Cesare is probably not being hyperbolic here.

Cesare:

According to many implications and details, Cesare is a real zombie, in the same way that Steve is a real clown. Cesare voices multiple times how he’s dead, a zombie, or implies something similar with details. For instance, he yells “Cool, I don’t eat food!” when Frances offers some in the episode “Expo”. He also forces Conrad to stay in costume in the same episode because “If you guys don’t look as weird as me, then I am going to stick out like a horseshoe crab in a freshwater environment.” In the same episode again, Tim remarks how he’s never seen Steve out of costume. These two interactions confirm the two bosses are not in costume at all, that is simply how they look. Cesare also seems to have some sort of magical abilities, as seen in the episode “Down”. He snaps his fingers to reveal his gifts were actually weights to weigh Steve down, and purple electricity crackles in Cesare’s hand. In the same episode, he’s shown to be able to phase directly through the Earth. He also owns a giant hammer to send Steve into the ground, one he probably had to obtain from “Upper Management”, because “I don’t normally need help catching you freakazoids but, you’re one tricky bitch, Steve.” This again re-enforces the point that this is Cesare’s job to catch Steve, but Steve is one of many. After jailing Steve in “Up” however, Cesare says he’s retiring, and that his “thousand years are up.” Perhaps the offer given to him for a “second chance at life” as referenced in “Friends In Low Places” was to work for 1000 years.

Their Long History:

Steve and Cesare have known each other for a very long time. From the first instance we see Cesare in the episode “Zomburger”, it’s implied they’ve met before. Penny and Tim are aware of the rival food truck, most likely because Steve told them. When Steve follows the Zomburger truck on foot, Cesare says “I knew you were going to do this from the moment I got out of bed today. Typical Steve, I’m not surprised.” So not only have they known each other for a long time, it seems they’re whole relationship is based on Cesare hunting Steve. In the episode “Expo” as well, Cesare remarks that the Zomburger employees are “all theater majors” in an annoyed tone. The annoyance could possibly be from being against Steve, and possibly, his theatrical world. In that same episode, Steve visibly panics when one of the people at the convention remarks how Big Top and “that other food truck” are the only ones that do makeup. This implies Steve immediately knows who they’re referring to and he panics over it, knowing Cesare is the boss. In that same episode, Cesare states he’s “ancient”, but gets mad at Conrad for asking just how old he is. So, knowing Steve and Cesare know each other, this causes us to wonder just how long that is. How long ago was Steve banished? How long ago did Cesare die? When Cesare disables Steve’s ability to move in the episode “Down”, he states “I’m the albatross across your clavicle!” This is similar to the saying “albatross across your neck”, which is often used to mean a heavy burden someone carries, especially one that holds significant guilt. Cesare and the constant chase is the burden to Steve, but possibly also the guilt of banishment.

The “Upper Management”, and Cesare’s Job:

In many instances, it’s shown that where Cesare works out of is underground. For example, in the season 2 intro, he’s walking down a dark set of stairs, and in the song “Friends In Low Places”, he states “But I made new friends here underground”. In the episode “Panel”, Conrad states Cesare gets the large sums of money he pays his employees from a hole underground, most likely obtaining it from the so-called “Upper Management”. He also directly states the weights weighing down Steve in “Down” is “a little gift from Upper Management”, while pointing downwards. I’d also like to mention the hole left after Cesare sends Steve down is very similar to the hole Conrod spots in the episode “Expo”, meaning Cesare, or someone that works the same job as Cesare, has sent someone else down, leaving that crater. After Steve is jailed in “Up”, Cesare tells Steve he’s “gonna be staying here with the other freaks.” This again shows Cesare’s job is to bring people to judgment, but who? Others who have been banished? Perhaps those disrupting the “Earthly peace”, as referenced in the song “Down”? In the episode “Up”, when he tells Cesare he hasn’t done anything after being jailed, Cesare tells him he doesn't “make the calls on who’s a menace”, but Steve has “been on our radar for a long time.” This again pushes Steve and Cesare have known each other for a very long time, but also that Upper Management keeps tabs on certain people, and if they cause problems. While Steve hasn’t done anything wrong, he is a strange foreign creature, so it’s no wonder he was put on Upper Management’s radar.

Steve’s Home Planet:

A theory I have about Steve’s planet is that the society there is built on entertainment. They even made a spectacle of his banishment, having a large crowd when he was shot out of a cannon. Steve’s mother refers to a sum of people as “clowns” and people are shown to wear clown makeup as a whole. The “Broadway” mentioned in the episode “Kid” could possibly be the highest level of success in that world, like how most theater actors and playwrights want to be on a Broadway show. He later mentions Broadway in the episode “Up”, which leads me to believe that while Broadway is the dream, it feels like a prison, which is where Steve was when bringing up Broadway for the second time. I don’t think they meant to send him anywhere in particular, just to be launched off the planet. When landing on Earth however, this caused the chain of events that led to Upper Management keeping an eye on him, and Cesare jailing him.

[wildpeachfarm]

She's like Patches. She is smaller than you think, I'm just also small so she looks normal cat sized. She's settling in fantastic! I reached out to Dreambranding and they found a pet tank in her size so we're gonna have matching merch :] And we've got a manipedi scheduled. But she's got a good appetite, drinks well, is socialable (to humans), no potty issues, and plays a good amount. All FANTASTIC things considering she's a rescue from a hoarder. She LOVES her car.

aww that's good to hear! She's so cute in her little food truck :D

[pbandjesse]

I feel incredibly winded right now. My torso feels very tight and I just feel like I am struggling to catch my breath. It's been like that basically all day. Which is really frustrating. But the stress test went well and while I am still anxious, I at least got to see baby and be told she's moving good.

I was so exhausted though. I struggled hard to fall asleep last night. And we had to wake up early to get to the appointment. Sweetp was being very naughty last night. Standing on my hair, pulling on the charms on the wall, knocking things over. Yelling! He was just begging for attention but we were sleeping. I kept telling him to just lay down with us and eventually he would but he was just all over the place.

I woke up at 6 to use the bathroom but did close my eyes for a few more minutes before my alarm went off at 630.

Getting ready was tough. I wore soft clothes and just wanted to be comfortable. I also am now going to every appointment with the thought I could be there all day so I have to have everything that I might want to be comfortable. Slip on shoes. Poncho shawl. A snack. Battery pack. I asked James to pack a muffin and a juice for me. And we headed out.

It was cold, but not as bad as it was the other day. We got to the hospital and checked in and didn't have to wait to long.

We were taken back through a different door. We met with a nurse this time and she was nice. Though I don't know if she was exactly following my time line of events story. But I think eventually we were on the same page.

I didn't know I would have an ultrasound. But it was nice seeing baby move. I also got to feel her way more while laying there and feeling her and seeing her was fun. She had hiccups! Which apparently count as practice breathing. Neat.

I got all strapped up with the monitors. She said it would be about 20 minutes to get everything they wanted for the day. James was good to stay with me until 8 before they would have to leave for work.

The nurse said that I am allowed to eat before these appointments so while I was being monitored James would break me off little pieces of muffin.

We would finish up there. All of my appointments are already set. So checkout didn't take long and we were able to leave together. James walked with me back to the car. And were quick to get their bike and headed to work.

I was very ready to go home and rest. I feel very lucky to live less then 10 minutes from the hospital.

When I got home I finished eating my muffin and had my juice. I would get cozy and got back in bed and slept for a few hours.

I woke up around 11. And I did not feel amazing. My whole body felt like it was full of cement. It was not ideal at all.

I tried to perk up. I had some time just scrolling on my phone. I decided I should go and get something to eat. And then go to target and get the kitty litter and cat food.

I took my time getting myself together. I heard the trash truck outside so I was not shocked when my car was trapped. I could be patient though. I ordered McDonald's on my phone and waited for the trash truck to move. Which took about ten minutes but it was fine.

I got my McDonald's and ate in the parking lot. I got a burger with no party. And that was pretty excellent. I enjoyed my podcast and my lunch and once I was done I headed to target.

It wasn't terribly busy. I got a cart. And found the kitty litter and cat food. I did not find the body wash I wanted. But I got some candy and was having fun walking around.

I would get a pull over hoodie for an idea I had. I wanted to add nipple piercings to a sweatshirt. I thought it would be very funny.

And I was right! When I got home I put away a few things. And got to work on my silly project. I went through all my spare jewelry and found two navel piercings that were the same size and used an awl to pierce the fabric. And it came out so good! Subtle but hilarious to me.

I was really winded though. I wanted to do stuff. Cleaning and putting things away. But all of a sudden I was wildly winded. I was upset that I was so winded. I was just feeling unhappy.

I would try my best to not be to hard on myself. I would go out for a little walk. I went to CVS and finally got my prescription. The woman was very nice and she gave me free popcorn? I am not sure why but it was a nice gesture.

I got home and did some picking up. Ran the room around. Trimmed a plant. And waited for James to come home.

When James got back here they would give me a kiss and get to doing some tasks around the house. Helping me out away some fabric. Pruning the rest of the plants. And eventually making dinner.

James made me an omelette for dinner. Which was great and helped me feel a lot better. Maybe I just didn't have enough protein today. Because while I still have a ton of pressure in my torso, I don't feel so wildly out of sorts. So that is nice.

I would put together some outfits. For the rest of the year. And made plans with Jess for tomorrow. We are going to go meet at the mall and walk around and just spend some time together. Hopefully I am feeling good.

Now though I am showered. And feeling alright. Me and James are watching call the midwife and just having a nice evening together. And I hope you are having a nice evening too.

Sleep well my friends. Goodnight!