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[itslilacokay]

yet another chosenthought

[bamboobooshark]

LOGAN HOWLETT X LITTLE!READER

⊹ ࣪ ˖🐾₊˚ I DON'T PURR : 709 WRDS

INSPIRED BY @cloudbug08 ‘s CG LOGAN HEADCANONS ; DRABBLE |🐾| A/N : No one will ever stop me from making CG!/Dad!Logan fics. At all. Ever.

You’ve been regressed all day. Yesterday was a busy, stressful, overwhelming day, and now you’re coping with the stress. Logan is by your side, caring for you as usual. You lay on the living room floor’s carpet, tummy pressed to the ground, legs kicking up in the air. You breathe contently as you carefully color the page Logan printed out for you.

You could hear him in the bathroom down the corridor near the stairs. He was carefully grooming his hair while humming a tune that sounded a little too familiar. A soft smile crept onto your lips once you recognized it, it was the sound of your favorite cartoon’s intro. “I know that song,” you chirp, gaining a soft chuckle from the man. “You sure do, kiddo. So much that you’ve got me hummin’ it myself,” he replied. He set down the comb before letting out a soft sigh. The sound of his boots slightly clacking against the hardwood floor made you turn your head and giggle out of excitement when you see him. “Kitty hair! Kitty hair,” you exclaim. “Not kitty hair,” he corrected while shaking his head.

“Kitty hair” is what you’d call Logan’s hair any time he had it brushed up like little animal ears. As much as he denied that they were meant to be ears to represent any animal, he never truly cared that you called it kitty hair. He found it pretty cute and grew fond of the term.

“Can I pretty please play with it,” you plead, clasping your hands together. Logan shrugs in response. “I dunno, bubs,” he drags out playfully. “Pretty please? I promise I’ll get that one spot behind your ears that you really like,” you add in an attempt to get him to accept your request. He looks down at you sweetly, hands on his hips, one eyebrow cocked. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” he groans dramatically, feigning annoyance. “But you gotta clean up all that arts and crafts stuff you got going on.”

Without hesitation, you nod in agreement. You start to clean up your crayons and coloring pages with haste. Within minutes, you’re done putting everything up, now sat on the couch waiting for Logan to come lay his head on your lap. You stretch your hands out to him grasping the air between you two. “Calm down, kiddo. I’m coming,” he assures you. He walks closer to you, leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, slips off his boots, and lays his head in your lap. He shifts a bit to get more comfortable by putting one leg on top of the other and crossing his arms against his chest. “There you go, bubs,” he hums with a deep exhale. You squeal with excitement as you gently begin to play with his hair. You run your fingers through the strands, scratch his scalp, and when you scratch behind his ears, you hear something. Purring. He always purrs when you play with his hair for long enough.

“You purr,” you exclaim with a giggle and a huge grin on your face. Logan sighs in return. He shakes his head in denial “You’ve got it all wrong, kid. I don’t purr. Wolverines don’t purr. You’re making things up,” he protests against your previous claim.

You felt his throat vibrate softly against one of your thighs and listened closely. As you told him, he was purring.

“You purr like a kitty, then,” you chirp back. Another deep sigh. He’s not even annoyed with your claim. He knows you’re right. He just doesn’t want to admit to his kiddo that he purrs. “I don’t purr. I didn’t purr,” he states firmly. “It’s not right to lie to your papa,” he said with a light-hearted chuckle. “But you did! I promise,” you pout to him. “I’ll prove it,” you say before beginning to scratch at his scalp again.

Sure as hell, he purrs. He grumbles softly to interrupt his purrs in protest. You know you’ve won once you hear a soft sigh fall from his lips as you scratch right behind his ears. More purring. “Guess you’re right, bubs,” he chuckles softly while closing his eyes. “Just keep scratching. It feels nice,” he adds with a smile creeping onto his lips.

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[gingermaple]

have another cuteguy :D

[loserrrrs]

stop looking at my butt😠 no dats not a diaper peeking out you meanie

[14dayswithyou]

Meowdy Saint 😼

I got goth vibes and so does my AngelOC, Elodie. So it's funny to imagine this pink boy who is secretly an emo boy in disguise next to a wednesday addams esque babe lmao. Poor boy miscalculated, I like that there was an option to be like 'Oh I like that goth style' at the cafe.

But this raises a question! Would he drop the Ren persona and aesthetic if he realized it wasn't totally necessary?

⌞♥⌝ This has been answered multiple times in the past, but yes, he'd drop the light academia aesthetic if Angel wasn't into it! ^^

However, from a game dev standpoint, it'd be extremely difficult for me to include a bunch of types and aesthetics in hopes of making Ren's appearance feel more inclusive for everyone, so it's easier for me to say, "Oh, Angel likes this one anime character" and build the lore around that.

So, for those who like Ren's real appearance and would've preferred if he introduced himself as [REDACTED] (instead of his Haruko persona), I hear you!! ^^

But please understand that if that were the case, the 14DWY storyline would be a lot less interesting and would defeat the entire purpose of Ren's motives. A big part of his characterisation is that he's more than willing to alter every part of himself to become Angel's ideal type, and if their type happened to be [REDACTED], then it'd make the buildup to his reveal in Day ??? feel far less anticlimactic.

[d8tl55c]

they are dancing.

rendered again a lil different in minecraft /artmap bc i can't use normal art programs lately ig

[kopifurann]

POV: Your family took you to southern France for this year summer holiday and you met a strange (obviously) French boy with thick accent who ended up taking you around the city (And the beach)

He never told you his name so you can never find him anymore as u grow up despite being ur childhood crush.

[i3utterflyeffect]

i think stick markers of age are very different from human standards. like, nightshade doesn't even have his own distinct fighting style, he can't be an adult yet!

tbh i still think it'd be pretty significant at LEAST mixed signals. then again i guess hollowheads are confusing when it comes to how they look. you'd probably think vic is a kid but no they're just malnourished

[romance-rambles]

modern clarence | an appropriate staring distance

While at the beach, you take a moment to appreciate your handsome boyfriend while he's taking a nap—and also when he's not.

1.2k, fluff + established relationship, reader is mc, series: none

NAVY BLUE STICKS OUT TO you the moment you open your eyes.

Your aching shoulder protests your decision to stay as you are, on your side, facing a still sleeping Clarence. Like this, he looks much younger—you're reminded of the time you had to force him to take a nap. Like this, he's simply the cute guy you managed to score not one but multiple dates with, just Clarence, instead of the incredibly smart and wonderful and kind Student Council President.

You glance at the circular table set between your two beach chairs, taking note of his glasses resting primly upon its surface. With him often having to juggle two different kinds of glasses, you'd offered to put them in your bag so that he could pack lighter. Or, as light as he can.

Right now, it's awkwardly squished behind you, miraculously still on the chair only because it's too big to fall out the gap under the armrest.

Filling in the blanks comes as easily to you as the smile on your face when you get to see your boyfriend, nearly the same one on your face right now—and the expression that goes with it is so endlessly fond that you find yourself with the urge to hit something.

Simply put, your boyfriend is a handsome man—the most handsome one, of all the men your keen eyes have gazed upon. And gazed, they certainly have. But even if they didn't have to pick, then they would gaze at only Clarence for the rest of their life..

You almost giggle at the thought, but think against it at the last minute.

But pressing your lips firmly into a thin line has the opposite effect on your budding smile. You imagine you look rather strange to anyone who passes by—what with your mockery of a wide smile and the silent scream building up in your throat, paired with the quiet thumping of your feet against the legrest.

If you were in a more private space, you would resort to kicking instead.

A proper squish to your still warm cheeks as you begin to sit up helps ease up the passion swirling chaotically across your body. You exhale, then allow your hands to slide off your face. One side of it bears the consequences of your actions more than the other.

With a one last longing at the sleeping Clarence, you start to dig through your bag for the only thing in your arsenal that could substitute for a sketchbook.

There are a few miscellaneous promotion emails waiting for you on the lockscreen. A message from Cael asking about dinner tomorrow too. Somewhere between them, there's a notice about the weather, with the temperature from an almost hour ago listed uselessly.

You swipe past them all and hurriedly slip into the camera app.

The hand holding your phone steadies itself against the armrest as you swing your legs over the edge of your chair. A thumb hovers over the capture button, vigilantly awaiting your command. The fingers of your other hand, meanwhile, busy themselves with zooming in on the captivating scenery.

With each pinch, the focus grows ever narrow—until all that remains is Clarence and nothing else.

At one point, you try to zoom into the mole under his eye, but it doesn't make for a very compelling photo. After a few attempts, quite a few of which involve staring at your screen for prolonged periods of time, you reluctantly give up.

Your pout is soon covered up by your phone. When its front camera presses against your upper lip, your gaze is free to wander back to the sleeping beauty beside you once more.

A healing effect, exclusive to him, takes hold of you instantaneously.

Eyes brimming with fondness narrow slightly. You slide off your beach chair, hands on your bent knees as you take a closer look. You can make out the shadows cast by his long lashes and the drool dribbling past his chin.

He's perfect.

You're content to stay there until your knees begin to ache, reminding you insistently that this isn't a very comfortable position to be in. As a compromise of some kind, you adjust your arms atop the nearby armrest.

It really would be better if you'd brought your sketchbook along—but, you think, remembering his workaholic tendencies, would he even bother to take a nap then?

You scrunch your nose up at the thought.

In that moment, Clarence seems sense to your presence. When you look back at him, you're greeted with the sight of confusion in his now opened, but still drowsy gaze. He blinks, and it earns him an amused grin from you.

"Morning," you say, though it's well into afternoon.

That seems to wake him up. His cheeks flush a warm pink, and he hurriedly wipes away the drool on his face, as though you haven't already committed the sight to your memory.

Clearing his throat, he responds in kind, careful to sit up in such a way that he avoids looking at you.

"You don't have to be so close...I can see you just fine."

You laugh, not unkindly. "What if I'm the one who's having trouble?"

For a moment, when he turns back to look at you, he looks alarmed. Then, his shoulders relax to the tune of a sigh, his groggy mind apparently having caught onto the fact that you were joking.

Without breaking eye contact, you reach for his glasses. But as with the issue of walking into a cave without a flashlight, even if you vaguely recall where your destination is, there's no guarantee you'll actually reach it.

"Give me a second," you mutter, your annoyance making your tone a bit too sharp.

You follow your words up with an apology. His glasses held are carefully by the frames as your sheepish gaze connects with his faintly amused one. Clarence reaches out, getting as far as grasping the slanted tips of the frame before the two of you reach a mutual agreement.

"Well." His cheeks return to being a rosy hue. He coughs politely. "If you would."

Cute. Biting your lip giddily, you shake his grip off. A quick once-over of your surroundings before you stand up shows that no one seems to be paying attention to you. And unless your friends and acquaintences have come to together to unlock the secrets of invisibility, no one you know seems to be present either.

Leaning over, you line his glasses up against his face, the tips of his frame brushing against his cheek. It takes only a moment to slot them into place—and you have enough experience with doing so that they don't snag against his ears.

It takes only a moment longer to give him an innocent peck on the lips.

"There," you murmur, not entirely satisfied with the kiss.

His Adam's apple bobs. Clarence adjusts his glasses with an awkward look that suggests he has some kind of solution to your dilemma. You, of course, beat him to the punch.

"Why—" Your voice cracks a little. "—don't we go find a different spot?"

He smiles, narrowed eyes watching you fondly. "I was about to suggest the same thing."

[bodylanda]

Some doodles about tall second

Bonus design notes on chosen, dark and second

[littleprincerianne]

people have said this multiple times before and i'll say it too cuz it's true so y'know shout-out to everyone who's said it all the glory to y'all /gen /pos

if people no want intimidating, canonically scary, tough, no-nonsense characters being itty bitty, why intimidating, canonically scary, tough, no-nonsense characters give itty bitty energy?

[loveyjeongie]

Bad Day

a/n: I feel like I needed to get this out today, it’s a sad one but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. If you guys want to request anything i’m trying to write more so feel free!

word count: 965

who: autistic little!mina, cg!momo

cw/tw: implied self harm (not descriptive) so if that bothers you at all please do not read, a little bit of blood, mina gets overwhelmed and goes nonverbal, some sign language, just mina having a rough time and her mama helping her the best she can :(

In the Hirai-Myoui household, almost everything is harm proofed. Except for things that happen outside of their home, wall edges and table corners have foam pieces placed on them, wires are well tied, almost all the dishware is plastic, everything you could think of. At least, Momo thinks so. She did it all herself when she first moved in with Mina. The younger girl was clumsy, as well as occasionally self destructive, always managing to get hurt whether she was big or little, and Momo was happy with her solutions. Incidents that ended up with either of them getting hurt rarely happened, but unfortunately today was one of those moments.

Mina walked through the front door, followed by Momo who shut it softly behind her, her hands full.

“That was one of the worst practices i’ve ever had. Nothing I did was right.” she took a seat at the kitchen island and slumped low in her seat, upset that the dance they had to learn that day was too hard for her.

“It wasn’t that bad, lovey. You did really well!” Momo gave her a small smile, “I can help you with it later if you’d like to go over it again?” she offered while she put away some of the groceries they stopped to get on the way home, but was met with silence.

“Is there something else making you…“ she turned around to question Mina, but was left confused when she saw she was no longer sat at the counter.

“Mina? Mina where’d you go?”

Momo hated seeing Mina so upset with herself and worry began to set in. She put down the bag she was sifting through and started to search around the house. Mina wasn’t in the living room, the playroom, either of the bedrooms or the office. Walking back down the hall, Momo saw the light shining out of the bottom of the bathroom door and approached cautiously. She knocked three times trying to reach out to her.

“Mina, sweetie, are you alright? Can you come out of there and we can talk about what’s bothering you?”

Nothing but more silence. Momo put her ear up to the edge of the door and heard faint sobs coming from inside followed by movement and the sink turning on and off. Now she was definitely worried.

“My love, if you don’t answer me I’m going to have to open the door and come in. Are you okay?” Her heart broke when the other girl shouted, a voice that was tinier than before, more distraught.

“Go ‘way! mina d‘serve”

Immediately, Momo unlocked and flung open the door as her heart dropped from the sight.

Mina sat in the empty bathtub, her knees tightly hugged against her chest, and blood slowly dripped down her left arm.

She sobbed, “mina bad mama. bad bad bad! ‘serve it” and brought her hand to her head to tug on her ears, something she did when she was overwhelmed.

Rushing over, Momo grabbed Minas hand and saw that she held staples in it as well as on the floor of the tub by her foot. They must have been from the info packets everyone got earlier that day at practice. Momo internally scolded herself for not paying more attention to Mina as she had apparently taken them without her knowing.

“Oh baby, what happened? Come talk to me please, it’s okay mama’s not mad.”

The little shook her head aggressively. “N-no mina bad. c-couldn’ helps it. bad mina!”

“Sweetie, you’re not bad, not at all. Come here my love”

Momo picked Mina up out of the bath and sat her on the edge of the sink.

“Can I clean you up love bug, please?”

Still tugging on her ears, the little nodded.

She reached into the medicine cabinet and grabbed some gauze, bandaids, and neosporin before turning on the sink and taking a washcloth with soap and warm water to pat and clean the area. Whines and winces escaped Minas mouth while she fussed around in her spot on the sink, prompting Momo to move a little quicker to spare any more discomfort.

Placing the last bandaid on, Minas favorite blue and green penguin ones, Momo placed a kiss gently on top.

“See, all better now love. How are you feeling? Do you want to come lay with mama?” There was still a mess in the bathtub but Momo figured she would clean it later in the night after mina fell asleep.

Mina however, was still tugging on her ears, not responding. A sign Momo took as she most likely has become nonverbal.

She grabbed her hand, “Do you want mama to go get your headphones?”

As soon as she saw her head nod Momo picked up the younger girl and went back to the front door where she left their stuff, grabbed Mina’s backpack and headed to the couch in the living room. She rummaged through it and pulled out Minas purple noise cancelling headphones along with her favorite penguin squishmallow.

A sigh left Mina’s mouth as soon as she felt Momo place the pads over her ears and the room went quiet. She opened her eyes and Momo handed her the stuffie while signing to her, asking if she wanted to lay with her or watch a show on tv, to which Mina slowly signed back, “lay, mama”.

Momo smiled, placed a pillow behind her and laid back with Mina on her chest throwing the blanket over her. Taking a moment to settle into a comfy spot, when the little finally stopped fussing Momo began to rub gentle circles in the middle of the back of her shoulders making mina look up at her one more time before relaxing, signing again.

“mama loves you. very much.”

[dragon-queen21]

New Nickname Acquired

~~~

“What’s your problem pichu?”

Denki looked up at Bakugou with wide, teary eyes.

"Hello? Did you somehow fry the rest of you're brain cells?" Bakugou waves a hand in front of his face.

“Me?” Denki points to himself, sniffling.

“Yes you stupid, who else?”

Denki didn’t know who else Bakugou could be referring too, but was almost certain it couldn't have been him. The nickname he used was plain off, so he had just assumed the mentally older boy was speaking to someone else. “Bu’ you call me picachu?”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, heaving a sigh, and Denki got the overwhelming fear that he said something wrong. “But you’re not. Small you gets a small nickname. Jeez, do I have to explain everything to you?”

Denki shakes his head and smiles.

[vhvrs]

HAVE YALL SEEN THIS YET. CAN WE TALK ABT THIS. ( ripped from here)

[vampoth-baby]

Hi, um, is it possible to request a fic of cg Ranpo with little Dazai based around the headcannons you gave? It is completely fine if not

Of course! Thank you for requesting, it was fun to make.. ^^! I hope you like it.

You do not owe me one this time, buddy.

cg!ranpo and little!dazai

It was a typical day at the Armed Detective Agency, with everyone going about their usual business. Dazai, as always, was being his enigmatic self, making snarky comments and coming up with outlandish plans. But Ranpo couldn't help but notice that something seemed off with Dazai. He seemed more fidgety than usual, and there was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes that Ranpo had never seen before. Even if everything new, felt usual to him.

The same day, while everyone was gathered for a meeting, Dazai suddenly went quiet. He seemed to be withdrawing into himself, his eyes darting around nervously. Ranpo immediately noticed the change in Dazai's demeanor and knew that something was wrong. As the meeting went on, Dazai became increasingly nonverbal, barely responding to anyone and retreating further into his own thoughts. No one minded it too much, they knew it was not Dazai's fault, but no one else there had idea except for Ranpo.

Ranpo quickly pieced together what was happening. He knew that Dazai was regressing, and it wasn't something Dazai would want to reveal to the rest of the agency. So, Ranpo discreetly signaled to Dazai that he knew what was going on and that he was there to help. He knew he would understand it quickly.

After the meeting, Ranpo approached Dazai and gently guided him to a quiet corner of the office. He could see the distress in Dazai's eyes, and without a word, he reached out and hugged him, offering some of the comfort and reassurance he knew he needed right now. As Dazai's anxiety began to subside, he started to fumble with his words, unable to articulate what he was feeling. Ranpo, however, had spent enough time with Dazai to understand him (and his ultra deduction too) even when he was nonverbal. He knew that Dazai needed a sense of safety and security, so Ranpo took his hand and led him to a secluded area where they could be alone.

Sitting on the floor, Ranpo pulled out a deck of cards and started building a card house, knowing that the repetitive, structured activity would help Dazai calm down. Sure enough, Dazai's tense body started to relax as he watched Ranpo skillfully construct the card structure. It was fun for both of them and that's what actually mattered right now.

As the moments passed, Dazai found his voice again, and he whispered a quiet thank you to Ranpo, his eyes filled with gratitude. "thanks.. u..". Ranpo simply smiled and continued to build the card house, understanding that sometimes words weren't necessary to convey care and support. "You do not owe me one this time, buddy."

[mino-diabolik]

❝ An Eye for An Eye ❞

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