#chewing rocks rn

[mentallyillmindmeld]

Insane about Epic The Musical like wdym Jorge Rivera-Herrans was just putting out the hardest lines imaginable. “The line between naivety and hopefulness is almost invisible” huh. “Close your eyes and spare yourself the view, how could I hurt you” WHAT. “The blood on your hands is something you won’t lose. All you can choose is whose” CAN ANYONE HEAR ME.

[silliergoofierclown]

When you need a character injected into your veins so badly that you go a tad bit insane and start making them your whole personality

Like holy hell how can a character make me so indescribably happy that I would gladly chew off my own hands for them in a very very positive way-

There will never be enough media for my insatiable hunger over these stupid fictional goobers

[eldritch-nightmare]

chewing on liu actively rn good morning (it's 1pm)

[the-acid-pear]

Mental illness is insane I'm just having dinner w my father eating this a little too spicy pasta enjoying the Yeowch on my throat and the silence and suddenly I'm like yeah I'd kill myself.

[getwilhelmsocks]

randomly finding a new level of silly about a special interest should be studied in a lab… it’s been two years and here I am bouncing off the walls because the blorbo

[theaspers]

back in my mdzs phase zewu-jun lan xichen lan huan ONE CHANCE please !!

[s1rawb3rry]

chewing on rocks and bricks rn i need him GODDD

[thehighladywrites]

That's your mother, but she's my wife first…

⋆⭒˚｡‎♡‧₊˚ pairing: cassian x fem!reader, the inner circle mentioned

⋆⭒˚｡‎♡‧₊˚ summary: 18+ nsfw, mdni, light angst, stress, smut, fluff, praise, cassian channelling his inner general, reader being an absolute sweetheart who deserves everything good in life fr

⋆⭒˚｡‎♡‧₊˚ amara’s note: okay so I don’t have any kids so some parts might be inaccurate but close your eyes please🤞🏽i have nothing else to say, i just wanna fuck cassian so bad rn...

Spilled milk, mismatched socks, wailing babies.

Gods, what you wouldn’t do for a moment of peace…

Your children were usually calm, even when they were tumbling down stairs and running into tables, but during your youngest twin kids teething phase, they developed an interest for chewing on anything. Their outburst put your two other kids in distress, making it a difficult period for everyone.

In your attempt to keep your twins safe, you unintentionally became the evil mother for denying them the joy of chewing on concrete bricks, their father’s important books and a million other dangerous things that a child simply shouldn’t be putting in their mouth. 

They had been given enchanted teething toys made out of moonstone by their uncle Rhysand, but it didn’t keep them entertained at all. Safety was apparently too boring for them.

This morning was extra rough because Cassian had to leave early for a mission, leaving you with four kids. Although the two oldest ones, 7 and 12, could get themselves ready for the day, they still needed some help with some things. You were downright in a foul mood, feeling the weight of frustration and helplessness as the twins wailed and your oldest ones argued, all while trying to keep your emotions hidden.

“ You took the last pancake, Ves!” your son angrily sliced the remains of his food as your daughter, Vesna, looked at him with anger. “ I don’t care. I told you that I wanted it and you made no move for it, Therian. Blame yourself and be quicker next time.” she bickered back. They kept arguing about that stupid pancake as you picked your twins and moved to the rocking chair across the livingroom to sooth them. The kitchen seamlessly flowed into the living room, creating an open floor plan that allowed you to effortlessly monitor Vesna and Therian.

 “ It’s okay, babies. There we go, hush now.” But it didn’t work, they kept screaming and you were at your breaking point. You felt like the worst mom ever as you looked up, took a deep breath and blinked back tears. 

You almost yearned for Cassian's return, craving the comfort of your mate's presence amid the chaos. Yet, the nagging self-doubt held you back, hesitant to burden him with your distress and feeling a twinge of selfishness in the idea of asking him to cut short his mission. Despite the internal struggle, you chose to tough it out, convincing yourself that countless women had faced similar challenges, wondering if you could measure up to their strength.

Unbeknownst to you, you had been signaling Cassian with your feelings through the bond since this morning. He was already on his way back the moment your emotions reached him. He was just in time to hear your daughter’s frustration directed towards you, though none of you had felt his presence or heard him approach your home. 

“Mom, you're seriously failing at shutting them up. It's not dragon taming to handle two kids, and it shouldn't be this painful for the rest of us. How about you take them outside and only come back when you've figured out how to keep them quiet? Because none of us can stand the noise.” You looked at her stunned as a million thoughts went through your head. Guilt, anger and self-doubt took root inside you.

 Guilt, because was she right? Anger, because she shouldn’t have spoken to you like that ever. Self-doubt, because your fears and feelings about motherhood were spoken out loud. 

Your first-born had a sour expression on her face that quickly fell before she looked down at her plate sheepishly. Maybe she felt regret? But what made her react like that instantly? Your daughter could be hotheaded and it usually took her a few hours to calm down, but not this quick. 

Looking at where she removed her eyes from, you look and see your husband, body tense and wings tucked in tightly. You felt immediate comfort and wanted to throw yourself in his arms and fucking cry. How you had missed him this much in only a few hours was a mystery. 

His boots thudded heavily against the wooden floors as he approached your embarrassed daughter. “Look at me,” was all he needed to say before Vesna reluctantly lifted her head. She knew he was going to chew her out. He clenched his jaw in anger as he looked down at her. “Your lack of empathy for what your mother is dealing with right now is astounding. Instead of criticizing, maybe you should try contributing to the solution. We're a family, and we handle things together, not by throwing blame around. She's your mother, but remember that she's my mate and wife first, and no one speaks to my mate and wife with disrespect ever, not even you. Now go ahead and apologize to her.”

Your husband, ever the general.

With teary eyes, realizing the gravity of her words, Vesna approached you. “Hey, Mommy,” she mumbled, avoiding eye contact. She hadn’t called you mommy in forever. “I... I shouldn't have said those things. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so harsh. I know it must be difficult and my anger took over. I really love you and I’m sorry.”

You were a bit surprised by the apology and softened your expression before replying, “It's okay, sweetheart. We all have our moments. Just remember, we're a team, and we need to support each other.” She nodded, still feeling a bit guilty, and said, “I'll try to do better. Can I help you with anything now?”

A genuine smile appeared on your face as your replied, “That would be wonderful. Let's work together to make things smoother for everyone. How about you start clearing the table and Therian picks up things from the floor.” She nodded and gave you a small kiss on the cheek before hurriedly making her way back to the kitchen table. Cassian gave her a kiss on the head and gave her a proud smile.  “I’m glad you apologized, and it takes courage to admit when we’re wrong. Let’s move forward now. Your willingness to help now means a lot. Thank you.”

Feeling the tension ease after the daughter's apology, your mate approached you. He gently placed a hand on your shoulder and said, “Hi pretty.” You look up at him with a thankful smile. “Hi lover.” He smiles right back at you. “I know it's been a rough day. I’m so proud of you, sugar. We'll get through this together. How about you go upstairs and soak in the tub while I take care of the kids.” He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, and wrapped his arms around the twins who had gone quiet.

Feeling reassured by Cassian’s comforting words, you smiled appreciatively. You gave him a tender kiss in thanks before scurrying upstairs, grateful for the support and unity he provided for your family. 

As you undressed, a delightful surprise caught your eye – the tub was filled, and a slice of your favorite cake awaited you on a nearby table. Gratefully, you thanked The House for the steaming tub and the unexpected treat. Stepping in, you let the heat envelop you, soothing the tension in your muscles. Time seemed to blur as you relaxed in the warm water — minutes or hours, it was hard to keep track. Exhaustion gradually overcame you, and your eyelids grew heavy in the comforting embrace of the tub, a sweet slice of cake adding to the calmness of the moment.

Entering the room, Cassian caught sight of you in the steaming tub, content and relaxed. A mixture of emotions flooded over him – admiration and a deep love that seemed to intensify in this quiet scene. He approached silently, not wanting to disturb the serene moment. Gently, he reached out to stroke your hair, his eyes reflecting the warmth and affection he felt. In that intimate moment, a silent understanding passed between you, affirming that you’d never be alone ever. You’d be there for each other and it made your heart swell. 

Curiosity lit up your eyes, you looked at your husband and asked, “Hey, where are the kids? Did you take care of them?”

A gentle smile played on his lips as he revealed, “Actually, Rhysie and Feyre picked them up. They thought we could use a quiet weekend, just the two of us. They’re taking Nyx, Ves and Theiran on a trip up the mountains but the twins are staying at the River House with Elain and Lucien. She made a special herbal blend that helps their gums, it’s all very Elain.”

Surprise and gratitude washed over you as you processed the thoughtful gesture. “That's so sweet of them, you remarked, a genuine smile forming. “A quiet day sounds perfect.” You exchanged a glance, appreciating the unexpected silence given by thoughtful friends.

“So, are we entirely alone for the entire weekend?” You attempted to conceal your smile as warmth surged in your belly upon meeting Cassian's gaze, only to discover him returning a heated look. “Indeed, sweetness. It's just you and me, alone. Whatever shall we do to pass the time?” His commanding, taunting voice always managed to drive you crazy. He had a charming voice that you could listen to forever. “I can think of a few ways…” you responded as you stood up, dripping wet. You beckoned him closer  and deeply inhaled his delicious scent. He smelled like home. Throwing your arms around him, you inched your lips closer to his, teasing him, not letting him get close enough for a real kiss. He frowned and slightly pouted. “Either give a proper kiss or I walk away.” You knew it was a false threat. Cassian wouldn’t ever leave your embrace now that he was turned on. 

But you decided to keep playing with him, wanting to see how far you could push him. 

“Yeah? Walk away then, baby.” You let your arms drop to the side, slightly tilting your head with a small smirk on your lips. You felt a surge of amusement as you observed him, jaw tight and knuckles white from clenching, meeting your gaze with defiant determination. “Stop fucking with me, y/n/n. You want me as much as I do.” It was his turn to return a mocking smirk. “ What, you think I don’t know you by now? You think I don’t know that you wanna be fucked until you can’t think straight? Little one, I have years on you. I know your body better than you. I’ll ask again. Are you going to kiss me properly or do I walk away?”

 Fucking hell. He really did know your body better than you since his words only fueled you on. While you enjoyed toying with him, it was time to throw in the towel. No way where you wasting any more time. With hands behind your back you looked up at him, doe-eyed and blushy. “I’ll give you a proper kiss, Cassie. Then please take me to bed.” He smiled down at you with a devilish smile, putting his hand on your hips as he pulled towards his warm chest. “ Whatever my baby wants, she gets.” With hands on his chest, you stood on your toes as water swished around your legs, putting your plush lips against his soft ones. 

 Careful, gentle, loving, comforting and really fucking hot.

That was all you could think of when you were kissing him. One of his warm hands roamed all over your body as his other one cupped your face, deepening the kiss. Your own hands stayed in one spot, your favorite place to put your hands. His chest. You absolutely loved touching his chest. Giving his pecs a light squeeze, resting against them, anything really. Centuries of honing his body into a weapon had made him look like a god. 

You wanted to dry off and move to your bedroom, and as if Cassian had read your thoughts, he grabbed the towel without breaking the kiss and wrapped it around you. He simply picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he moved to the bedroom before gently lowering you to the soft bed. Cassian caught your wrists and pinned them, crisscrossed, above your head while he settled between your legs, once again wrapping them around his waist. You kissed until your lips swelled and pulled away for air. 

He forced your legs apart, hand cupping your pussy. You let out a gasp, quickly gripping onto his broad shoulders. Cassian carefully watched your face as it contorted into pleasure when he pushed in two fingers, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you let out a moan.

 “Feels good, wifey? ” Cassian asked as your nails dug into his shoulders, hips bucking into his touch. “ mhmm, yeah it feels really fucking good.” you managed to respond as you felt his fingers speed up, curling into that delicious spot that made you absolutely melt. 

He wanted to be inside of you, fuck you and ruin you all over the sheets. “ It would feel a lot better  if I had you wrapped around my cock.” He said, looking up at you through is his dark lashes, eyes full of mirth. You clenched around his fingers at the thought of him filling you up with his thick cock. It had been a while since you had been properly dicked down by him, since you two were busy with life and kids. Quickies, fingering and handjobs were all you had time for since the twins were born 6 months ago. As much as you loved your kids, you also loved alone time with your mate and it was rare these days. So of course you’d use this weekend to get fucked, and maybe that would help you relax a bit. Cassians cock had always been the answer for you. 

Mad? Get dicked down. Sad? Get dicked down. Happy? Get dicked down. 

Huh. 

No wonder you had four kids…

You nodded eagerly at him, “ Please cassie, fill me up. I really need it.” He sat up, dumped his clothes on the floor and positioned his cock infront of your throbbing core, teasing a bit. He used his fingers to scissor you open a bit. When you felt even more slick under his touch he retracted his fingers and licked your wetness off of them. He smiled at around his fingers and said, “Delicious.” Your chuckle morphed seamlessly into a moan when he slammed his lenght into you.

  He let out a sound of pleasure as he pushed himself into you. You clenched around his cock, you were so wet and slippery around him. He let out a pleased groan as he started giving you deep strokes. His pace quickened with the intention of finishing inside of you. He loved to make a mess of your pussy like that, fuck you full of his cum and watch it slowly drip out. Nothing made him more possessive than seeing his mate full of his cum. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well, sweetheart. Such a good girl for me, I’m so proud of you, my beautiful girl.” He knew the exact words you needed today and it made you feel so emotional that he knew you this well. 

You blushed. Pleasure crept up your spine once more. Your legs were starting to shake, sweat coated your back. He pulled you into his arms and kissed you as his strokes were getting faster and faster, his lips muffling your moans. He kept up the pace, feeling the pleasure flow through his body, bringing him closer to climax. He loved the feeling of you around him.

 He was addicted to it. He was addicted to you.

You moaned and arched your back as he continued to fuck into you. You wanted to cum so badly, and as if Cassian once again read your mind, he said something that almost made you cry.

“ Don’t cum yet.”

He must have caught your annoyed stare because he looked down, sporting his usual grin, and said, “I want us to come together. You can handle that, right, pretty?” Your brows furrowed as you attempted to feign annoyance, though deep down, you weren't truly bothered at all.

 No, no you weren’t mad at all because if he was adamant about you finishing together, then you’d do everything in your power to make it happen. You got closer to him, pressing a quick kiss before deepening it as your tounges swirled around each other before you pulled away, biting his lip. He let out a groan and it only spurred you on. You pulled out all your tricks, whispering downright filthy things in his ear. That seemed to do the trick. Cassian thrusted deeper and deeper, rubbing tight circles on your neglected clit before you came in unison. 

You moaned at the feeling, warmth filled you as his pace started to slow down. Your mate collapsed on top of you and your put his head on your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair. He remembered that he hadn’t pulled out yet but before he could you stopped him. 

“ Please baby, don’t pull out yet. It feels really warm and good and I want you in me forever.”

You felt his chest rumble with a gentle laughter. “ Whatever you want, you shall have. You did so well, sugar. I love you.” You kissed his forehead and gave him praise back. “ Thank you, baby. I’m so happy you’re here, I love you too.”

Safe to say you fucked the whole weekend, everywhere, only taking breaks for food and occasional naps. But you also basked in the intimacy of having him. by yourself. Eating together, talking about everything between the heavens and earth, cracking jokes and just enjoying yourselves. 

You and your mate, together for all eternity...

[dandysworldhcs]

stalking your blog oOoOo

Again, apologies for the ask, ik yall have a clogged inbox rn (if i can help lemme know)

headcanons be upon ye

Tisha has hand sanitizer on her at all times

Ginger is lesbian and has a crush on a certain festive friend of hers, but she doesn’t know yet. She’ll learn. (if the ginger/bobette ship doesn’t have a name, can I nominate pastrypresent)

Ace RnD! more ace representation dammit. Razzle is demiromantic, Dazzle is not, and they’re both pan

Twisted Rodger’s lower goopy half behaves like a snake’s tail when he’s exploring (investigation doesn’t stop when you’re overcome by ichor), making him look kinda like a naga

Rudie has moral OCD, and thanks literally everyone for anything

glisten chews his nails, but pretends he doesn’t. he’s gotten metal stuck between his teeth multiple times from it

Scraps uses the cup on her tail to carry small objects while running and walking or carrying larger items with her paws

aroace goob my beloved

Gigi has tried to steal the other toons before. The closet she got was when Connie tried to possess her and got stuck in the hollow clear part of her head

Shelly will eat rocks

Vee has misophonia due to the sensitivity of her microphone tail/internal mic/speakers

toodles would absolutely adore skittles

—angst below this point—

(If you’re going to react to any of my hcs, I’d prefer it be these; ive spent too much time on them. Or the lesbian ginger one)

The twisteds aren’t mindless zombies. They’re more like feral versions of the non-twisted version of themselves, running on instinct and unable to control their new selves. The ichor has imbued them with a strong prey/territory drive, and all toons are seen as threats or invaders to them. The other twisteds are tolerated, but not entirely recognized. Sometimes they get memories or emotions from the past or the uncorrupted version of them, but the ichor makes it near-unintelligible. The lethal outbursts toward the toons is a result of the intense confusion and fear in all of the Twisteds, manifesting in different forms for each of them.

ik this is a common one, but moth astro! his antenna are under his hat, and his wings are his blanket. Twisted Astro is so upset not just from the ichor, but because his wings have been torn to shreds and the pain is just as unbearable as the guilt

Twisted Goob doesn’t understand what his hugs are doing to the Toons, he just wants something familiar, some sort of comfort, but they keep dying in his arms. It wears on him, leading to his constant state of despairing confusion

Dandy originally wanted to fix everything, save everyone, but after losing Pebble and Astro, the grief forced him to stop. The odd floors where his shop doesn’t show up, he spends organizing/watching the tapes, and trying to forget. Sometimes he breaks down, but he makes sure he’s out of sight when he does. It’s hard to tell he’s still blaming himself for it all, but it tugs at him constantly

Glisten has always been scared of being forgotten, and the reflection trick started out of his desperation to be seen. Appearing to your friends randomly is quite memorable, so he hides his dizziness afterwards and pretends he’s okay, trying to make sure they don’t leave him behind

Cosmo witnessed Sprout being twisted, because it was his attempt to keep his friend safe, but it ended up infecting him with ichor in the process. Cosmo couldn’t deal with the guilt and shame, so he went back down, trying to find his lost friend. unfortunately, Sprout was twisted by then, and Cosmo lost his will to fight upon seeing what had happened, leading to his own defeat

shrimpo desperately wants someone to like him, to be friends, but he’s stuck in a permanent state of defensive isolation, causing his violent attitude. The world is not out to get you, ebi, no matter how it seems

Being twisted is not an instantaneous or mundane process, and in cases like with Twisted Glisten, some toons will hold on to sentience out of hope or desperation.

Cosmo’s another interesting case, because his ichor overtake started with Sprout, who managed to use his ability a final time while in the process of twisting, accidentally infecting the same toon he was trying to save. Due to not knowing and holding out hope that Sprout was still alive, Cosmo wasn’t affected immediately. His ability degraded over time, but the real breaking point was seeing his friend in a twisted state, destroying his will to go on. hence in the research, it says it was both being overcome by ichor and losing his best friend that caused him to become twisted

Brightney is often disregarded by most, and attempts not to show it, but being ignored has effects over time. Approaching the point of no return, her bulb glows dimmer and dimmer, until it goes out. It’s only lit up again when the ichor takes over, erasing her emotions and forcing her back into a state where her light is as bright as it can go

I am so sorry about the massive list, dw hyperfixation kicked in hard, and please let me know if I can help reduce strain or issues at all, sorry again

~ Anomaly Cereal Anon (or just cereal anon. or autism cereal anon. call me whatever’s the best for you)

pre read me, im very excited to read this

POST READ ANOMALY CEREAL WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME. THESE ANGST HCS ARE CHANGING MEEEE..... WUAGAHHHHSHAHSGOSBS

[partycatty]

so johnny puts on a little bit of weight right (eating or drinking who knows) and he fuckin hates it. maybe not insecure but he’s not happy with how he looks, his abs aren’t defined and hard as rock anymore, he can GRAB his stomach.

so fem!reader isn’t having it and FUCKS HIM BLOWS HIM RIDES HIM all while grabbing at the flesh of his ass thighs stomach anywhere she can nab and praising him because thick men and women are HOT

love you 💙💙

IM SORRY IM NOT MAKING THIS SMUTTY BECAUSE I NEED FLUFF FOR ONCE IN MY GODDAMN LIFE BLUE I LOVE YOU BUT YOU NEED TO BE SPAYED /LH

johnny cage > pudge

warnings: insecure johnny *chewing on his pudge rn*

notes: guys im tweaking over johnny hardcore this time around thanks to my favorite enabler @spacepl4ant <3

[ masterlist ]

• johnny has been insecure as of late, pulling and squishing at his body with frustrated groans every time he dressed himself in the mirror. his jawline softened, chest puffed and stomach spilling out over his belt. he didn't want to admit just how far he let himself go, drinking on his off-days and spending more time on the couch instead of his at-home gym. it took a toll on his perfect physique.

• he didn't want to burden you with the realization, opting to ignore the change by wearing looser clothing or pulling away when your touches get too intimate. it put you off, leaving you confused and worried on why he's being so distant. was it something you did? something you didn't do?

• it wasn't that he was neglecting you or declining your touch, he just visibly tensed or conveniently turned away to your physical advances. he felt gross, he felt unlike himself, as if he was wearing the wrong skin and it made it crawl. johnny wondered if you would be disgusted or upset with his lack of attention to his body. baggy clothes were his go-to.

• johnny knew you didn't properly notice, instead assuming he was going through a wardrobe change and trying something new. but, upon checking his walk-in closet, you didn't notice any new clothes.

• the two of you were getting ready for a dinner date out, johnny opting for one of his larger button-ups and flowy pants. as he faced the mirror to don the shirt, your padding footsteps were down the hall and quickly approaching.

• he couldn't just slam the door on you, what an asshole he'd be, but he didn't want you seeing his bare stomach and the way the pudge poured over his belt buckle. johnny tried pulling the pants up further, but instead ended up looking like a fumbling idiot as you finally walked into the bedroom.

• you were already ready, always earlier than your husband - he was the diva, not you - and you leaned against the doorway, whistling at the side-view he provided.

• "hey there superstar," you coo, looking him up and down. johnny feels hot. "looking good, my love."

• "thanks, sugar," his voice is strained, upset as he fumbles with the belt. "i think my belt shrunk in the wash."

• you give him a funny look. "you're not throwing your belts in the washer, are you?"

• he whines, flopping his arms to the side and looking at the ceiling with a huff. "no, it's not fitting right. i think i've gained weight."

• "i know," you nod, walking over to him and hugging him from behind. "i don't care."

• "you don't?" his voice is gentler, softer. "i do."

• "why?"

• "because i don't look like johnny cage," he moans, tugging at his shirt. "i feel awful. i wasn't training, i drank, i've been just... lazy."

• you're quiet for a while before you open your mouth to reply. "i think you look like johnny cage," your voice has a concealed playfulness to it. "i mean, you're who i married, and you still have my favorite parts."

• "what's that then?" he frowns. "if not my muscles."

• you trail your hands around his body as you face him, tearing his gaze away from the mirror behind you. your eyes can't help but trail across his features with a warm smile, struggling to pick the first thing you could.

• "your nose," you begin, getting on tippy toes to kiss it. "i like the shape. strong, charming.

• "your eyes," you place fluttering kisses, just barely on his lashes. "warm, they're expressive and you have a cute puppy dog look."

• "your hair," you run your fingers through the silky locks, scratching with your nails ever so slightly against his scalp. "you take good care of it, it's soft and cute when you wake up in the morning."

• "alright, alright," he giggles, pushing you away by your hips. "i get it."

• you pout at him, crossing your arms. he chuckles and pulls away, stepping back. you point behind him, to the bed. he raises his hands in a surrendering motion and plops his butt onto the sheets.

• you're quick to climb onto him, kicking your shoes off and straddling his lap. johnny's hands instinctively fall to your outer thighs, supporting you as you sat on his own.

• "you're sweet to me," you continue, hands on his face, ever so slightly kneading at his cheeks. "you're handsome, you're charming, you know what you want and you strive to get it, you're creative, you're brave, i mean, nobody else could've done what you did back in sun do. you saved the timeline. i'm glad you did, or i wouldn't be here with you."

• "it wasn't just me that saved everything," he protests, but not entirely denying your reassurance. "we had ninjas, fire gods, monks-"

• "ah-" you put a finger to his lips, his eyes widen in surprise. "but you were there. you gave kenshi purpose, you had that stupid, stupid drone, you cheered everyone up, you looked out for others. only johnny cage did that."

• he grins lopsidedly, scanning your face in admiration. "you're such a sweetheart."

• "because you deserve it," you kiss the tip of his nose. "and for the record, you're cute with a little tummy."

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Little!Melissa Hat Hcs

Teen Mel only, teen Mel only, teen Mel only, teen Mel only. Ok, am I safe now?

Cw: mentions of wilderness baby

- Regresses from about 5-8, loves being called Champ, Buddy or Mel.

- Has a toy frog called Gregory !! She also LOVES to catch froggies (at least she tries)

- She really can’t stay still, always wanting to climb something or chase someone.

- She loves to play dinosaurs !! Stomping her feet and roaring, she gets very excited when Van lets her play with her toy dinosaurs.

- so many big feelings and emotions !! She’s known to get quite teary when any small thing happens ,, which is very frustrating for her especially because she most likes to play with Van and Shauna who don’t cry super often.

- little Mel can be quite anxious, and nervous to play with the other littles because she sometimes struggles to get her words out, but she usually eases into it and has a lot of fun in the end.

- Loves playing sword fights with sticks, skipping rocks, and finding little bugs to watch and play with

- very prone to accidents,, usually if she gets stressed, is too anxious to ask to go to the bathroom, or is too focused on what she’s doing. She would absolutely refuse padding though, especially because she doesn’t regress very young and the other yjs who regress around her age don’t. It doesn’t happen often enough for it to be a big problem, but when it does happen she only lets Van help (wow I bet you can’t guess where this idea came from)

- Hat girl through and through even when she’s small !! She chews on her hat, and hides her face behind it when she’s nervous.

- Gen, Van & Shauna are her favourites when regressed.

- Gen is mama, Mel is her most vulnerable around her. She’ll cuddle up to Gen when she’s overwhelmed and crying and Gen is the best at calming her down.

- Shauna is Jackie’s Mama but she’s always very gentle with Mel and when they are both regressed they love to play together. In a more canon accurate rendition of this (I scream in agony because what even is going on in canon rn?) they have a much more complicated dynamic… which I’m gonna try explain: Shauna obviously is very sensitive to people regressing around her after losing her baby. Mel isn’t stupid, she understands this. She tries to hide her regression from Shauna for a while, it doesn’t last long though because Shauna hates to think Mel is keeping something from her. Look, she has a bad track record with secrets ok? Eventually Mel lets it out, and Shauna can’t ignore the very strong maternal ache in her. It’s a bit healing for her to take care of Melissa, though some days it’s impossibly hard and she palms the little off to Van to watch. She’s quiet: beckoning Mel over in the morning to plait her hair for her, or taking her hat to wash it whenever it gets a bit too dirty.

- And then there is Van!! Bubby!! Mel thinks Van is so cool, and this is only more intense when she’s regressed. Mel loves to follow Van around and copy everything they do. She loves story time and is always the most eager to make story suggestions. When Van is regressed it’s usually a bit older than Mel and in that case Van is the coolest big brother ever.

- Mel loves to climb trees!! In the wilderness she has a favourite tree which she hides in whenever she gets super overwhelmed.

- Always has scraped knees, bumps, and bruises from running around and tripping over everything.

- Hungry bub,, she definitely has like an insane appetite. She wants fries and milkshakes and burgers or however that quote goes…

- She always wants to be on her best behaviour, not putting up a fight when she’s told it’s bed time or that she needs to come inside for a bath.

- She likes to go down to the creak with Shauna. Shauna will sit on her log and journal while Mel splashes in the water, skips rocks, climbs trees and watches bugs.

[2demondogs]

hello!! i haven’t seen anything saying you aren’t currently taking requests, so if you aren’t accepting requests and i just missed it feel free to ignore this

i really liked your autistic reader x javier oneshot! if you wouldn’t mind could you write something with hosea and an autistic reader?

it doesn’t need to be a one shot, i like headcanons too, so feel free to pick either one

thank you in advance (:

Hi! Thank uu!! I forgor to put my inbox status on my blog when I was setting it up whoopsie. Also I got your other ask as well, if people don't specify reader gender I always go with gender-neutral, so no worries! :D

I'm gonna go with headcanons so I can get it to you quicker bc I have a few fic requests rn :3

If we're being honest, Arthur is a little autistic (and Dutch is just unusual) so Hosea is no stranger to just accepting or brushing off weird sentences. "My teeth itch." Sure, why not? "That sound is driving me crazy." He can understand why if he squints.

Hosea isn't dismissive of your sensory issues, though. To him, his job as your partner is to keep you happy. If you're curled up together and his shirt texture is bothering you, he might not change it but he'll find something less abrasive to put between you. He won't wear it next time, but that's neither here nor there.

Speaking of... he's the perfect weighted blanket. He's tall, lean, and his weight is evenly distributed. Hosea usually prefers to be the one holding you, but there's something that heals inside him every time you insist he lays on you instead— and something that's flattered. Not much can put him into a truly restful sleep besides these evenings.

You have a trivia contest going on. It began one day as he was more or less mansplaining the benefits of an herb to you for idle conversation on the trail. You finished his sentence, and you've never stopped trying to one-up each other with increasingly specific and obscure factoids.

He likes listening to you ramble and infodump in general. Even if the connective tissue on your end of the conversation is unintelligible to him, Hosea doesn't mind. He likes to hear your stories, things you know, and yes, please, tell him what that cloud reminded you of and why it was a gruesome murder you read about in the paper last week. You keep him on his toes.

He pays attention to your stims. If you chew on things when you're anxious, he'll slide you a pack of toothpicks to gnaw on or a cigarette; if you fidget with your fingers often, he'll pocket a ring or a bracelet to gift to you; if you rock when you're feeling out of it, he'll know it's time to offer comfort. Silent things like these let you know he cares. It's not unlike how you can present your cheek to him and he'll kiss it out of habit, without really noticing he's doing it.

Hosea is used to being the most cunning in a room, so if you struggle with socializing, he barely notices it. He's also got the chivalrous gentleman mindset, so he'll naturally do next to everything for you to begin with: ordering food, buying a room, picking fights when people bother you. Wherever you don't feel confident, he picks up on it and steps in.

[togetherhearted]

Could I request Buddha, Qin and Nikola with a s/o that says/asks the most out of pocket things ever? the two of them can just be sitting quietly and she'll ask something that is so random they just have to look at her for a few seconds, I don't why I just thought about this, it's 6AM rn and I just woke up

Oh dear me..thanks for waiting. It's been hard to went back on track for writing. I hope it is fine!![also sorry Edison fans,aka me as well]

BUDDHA/QIN AND NIKOLA'S S/O OUT OF POCKET MOMENT

-Do you think candies have feelings?- Buddha stopped chewing on his gum as he heard your question. Your eyes were fixated on the candies in your palm. -Do I?- -I don't know- You put them back in the bag -Sometimes I wonder if we're not the only one feeling things- -Uh- The god went back on enjoying his sweets, popping another candy in his mouth with a satisfied crunch noise. -I never thought of that...-He admitted while putting his arms behind his back -Doesn't happen everyday to have asked this- You nodded. -Maybe they do, but it's not stopping me from enjoying them~ They must have a nice personality though, if they're so sweet-

Qin crawled under the luxurious covers of the bed. His arms sneaked behind you, pulling your body closer to his. He sighed in delight. -Tired?- You let him nuzzle his face in your neck. -Very much so. I think I'll sleep immediately- You gave a slight nod, closing your eyes as well. -Qin...do you think rocks are forbidden candies?- Qin shot his eyes open, rubbing them in confusion. -Excuse me?- -Yeah...like, pretty and shiny rocks. Maybe the coloured ones have different flavours. Oh.what about the gems- -Please...go to sleep...-

I think Edison's hair is actually a wig..- Nikola turned his head to you. He lifted his goggles, blinking in confusion. -Pardon?- -Yeah, Edison's hair.No way you can style them that way with your real hair- Nikola put down whatever device he was working on and sat. He tapped his index on his chin, pondering your thoughts. -I could ask him...- -Please do- Later that day Nikola crossed paths with the other inventor;after a quick nod exchange Nikola stopped the man on his tracks. -Say Edison- He turned his head to him with a dashing smile- Is that a wig?- Edison blinked a few times before taking a deep breath -EXCUSE ME?!-

[ghoulphile]

I am RATTLING THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE WITH EXCITEMENT!!!! do you have an idea of when the chapter will be up???

this is me rn:

and.... bc i love you, here's a treat ❤️~

Then broad palms slide beneath the rucked up hem.

The calloused fingers of one hand chart a path up the line of your stocking, Cooper’s blunt nails skipping across nylon until sheer fabric blends into a delicate dusting of lace covered elastic. The other cups your thigh, his thumb tucking under the garter strap to caress an angry indent.

You tremble.

“Soft and pretty; how the hell’d an old fella like me get so goddamn lucky?”

At the drag of roughened skin, your clit twitches. Meanwhile, goosebumps prickle down your bare arms, baby hairs standing on end as axons fizz and pop. You sigh. “Cooper — oh, I need you — please.”

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Keep talking to me, sugar.”

The unexpected drag of a forefinger over the front of your panties catches you off guard, sends you reeling as a bitten off mewl tears itself from your throat. Your hands shake as you struggle to restrain yourself, hyperaware of the tranquil silence of the apartment interrupted only by an occasional murmur of the TV from down the hall.

“Don’t! I - I can’t--”

Even though the fabric keeps Cooper from touching bare skin, the grind of his knuckles along your pussy feels like a punch to the gut. Your toes curl and your hands yank at the roots of his hair. “Hhn!”

“Thought you said you could keep quiet. Did you lie to me, sweetheart?”

“No, I promise I can. Just not when you d-do things like that…”

His brow quirks. “Why don’t we put that to the test then?”

“Cooper, what’re you — hng! S-Shit, I--!”

He circles the swollen nub of your clit with his thumb, humming in approval when it twitches against the pad of his finger before inching down to the damp seat of your panties. “Fuck, you’re soaked. I can’t believe you’re letting me touch you like this.”

As he plays with the sticky evidence of your arousal, tracing your folds and teasing at your entrance, shame burns quick and bright. Coils behind your navel, a viper in the shade, as little sparks of black thread through blooming passion.

Bastard.

You sniffle, glaring at him through teary eyes. “You said you wouldn’t tease.”

Tiny aftershocks rock through your frame as your legs clamp around his flexing wrist; nerve endings raw and exposed. The languid strokes of his fingers are tantamount to torture.

You’re going to burn up, supernova bright, if he doesn’t stop.

Who knew being silent was so hard?

You’d never struggled before (then again, maybe that says something about the sex you’ve been having) but Janey’s a room away. There’s no other choice, and you’ve wanted this for too long to stop now.

“Well, now, I don’t recall making any promises.”

Cooper smiles, pulling back the hood of your clit through the thin layer of ruined fabric with startling accuracy. His palms stop the squirm of your hips as you try to arch away, electric shocks lancing through you at the rough friction against exposed nerves.

“Guess I can’t seem to help myself. It’s your fault for looking so pretty.”

He’s the furthest from apologetic.

In fact, his voice is low and whiskey rough — full of grit and gravel.

It scrapes down your spine, sinks into your bones. Makes your eyes squeeze shut as you chew on the fat of your lip. A fever creeps up the sides of your neck, settles into the apples of your cheeks; the skin swollen and tight like a sunburn.

A shaky noise of disbelief tumbles from your mouth.

“Don’t lie,” you mumble, your hands flying up to cover your face. His chest vibrates with a snicker and your shoulders tuck towards your ears, elbows drawn into your ribs. “I know you’re loving this, Mr. Howard.”

Cooper groans.

When you peek through splayed fingers, your breath catches.

White lightning. Silken heat.

His dark gaze rests past your chin, caressing the compressed swell of your breasts with avarice. Your arms pushed them up past the neckline of your sundress, the dainty trim of lace mere inches away from exposing your nipples.

“Well, well, well. Looks like I’m not the only one, sweetheart.”

A hand extricates itself from the skirt, snaking up your torso to palm over a curve of exposed skin, fingertips testing the plush weight of your chest with a gentle squeeze. “How long were you planning on this happening, huh?”

“I--”

“Ah,” Cooper tsks, dragging his thumb over where your nipple is, “None of that now. An honest question deserves a proper answer, don’t you think?”

Your hands press on the back of his to strengthen his touch. White static dances along your nerve endings, your nipple pulling into a tight peak as a fluttery sensation roosts in the valley between your hips.

“Since,” your lips tremble on an exhale, and when you swallow, it feels like shards of glass, “since the beginning… Was waiting for the day you’d look at me — see me. Nothing worked, and I almost gave up. But then I caught you staring, and I — Coop, please.”

[kakashixhatakesxwhore]

CAN WE GET A ALBUMS YHEY WOULD FUCK WITH PART TWO? any characters u want!!

teehee i didn't know y'all rocked w the first - lmk if i missed anyone, or if you want a girls version/an akatsuki version - thank you so much for the request!! :)

Albums I Think They Would Fuck With 2

They: Choji, Kiba, Shino, Sai, Neji, Lee, Kankuro, Gaara, Shisui, Gai, Asuma, Yamato, Jiraiya

Summary: Which of my fav albums I think each of my fav Naruto men would enjoy the most - also a classic rock recommendation list (if you rock w the character, you'd probably get down to the album)

Fav not here? Try part 1, or send me a request!

Masterlist💿

Choji

Without a Net (Live) by The Grateful Dead

Choji would be soooo salty that he never got to go to a Dead show, because he doesn't think their studio albums hold a candle to their live performances. That said, he would adore the Grateful Dead, without long and experimental their songs are (there's something to appreciate about not having to flip the record for an hour, instead of forty minutes).

Kiba

Pet Sounds by The Beach Boys

Deadass, he would think Pet Sounds is a much better album than Sgt. Pepper, and there is no way to convince him otherwise. Kiba would want to be a Wilson brother.

Shino

Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme by Simon & Garfunkel

Ugh, so relaxing, so dreamy, and so easy to sing along. Shino would so love this album, because it would relax him in a way that only Si & Garf could.

Sai

Begin Here by The Zombies

Sai would love the shredding vocals and how full the music is, even the sad songs - the lyrics from multiple songs off this album would speak to him on multiple levels.

Neji

Deliver by The Mamas and The Papas

Melancholic but gentle, while still delivering strong, hopeful messages? Yeah, pen Neji down rn.

Lee

Love Grows & Other Gems by Edison Lighthouse

Screaming and crying over this - Lee would be so taken by the love songs, and he'd be whistling the darling melodies all the time. Even the ballads, Lee would be singing so beautifully.

Kankuro

Thirty Three & 1/3 by George Harrison

Would love the jazz, love the symbolism, love George Harrison. Kankuro would find this album chock-full of bangers. Not one of these tunes would be skipped, not until Kankuro has experienced it (he also will turn back the needle if he felt he wasn't appreciating a song properly).

Gaara

The Stranger (Legacy Edition) by Billy Joel

Needs to be the Legacy Edition, because Gaara fucks with the B-side heaviest (y'all need to indulge rn). He literally cries to Billy Joel's voice, and loves to forget about things while he listens to this album.

Shisui

Moving by Peter, Paul and Mary

Happy cries to this album over memories that aren't even his. He wouldn't be able to stop himself from singing along, especially to Puff and Tiny Sparrow.

Gai

Tommy by The Who

He would go an see the live show - and he would think that Tommy was a real person (before he sits down to chew on the possibility of a deaf, dumb, and blind kid being a pinball champion). Gai would still find the spirit of Tommy to be an inspiration and a testament to the power of youth.

Asuma

Physical Graffiti by Led Zeppelin

Hot damn, what is there to say? Asuma would literally wish he was John Bonham (Jimmy Page would be a far too ambitious pick, and he would know that, but never admit it).

Yamato

It Ain't Me Babe by The Turtles

Awe, sweetie!!! He would love this album for the love songs, but tell everyone he loved it for the revolution ballads (also lowk hates the stereo recordings, but finds mono too boring).

Jiraiya

Monty Python Sings by the Monty Python troupe

Oh, he fucks with regular music too, of course. But these. These songs would make him laugh so hard, on top of being so strangely good, and he would fuck with the Monty Python movies so hard.

[suckunaa]

jjk!hockey au celeb!au readers

artist/influencer!reader

been obsessed with making art for as long as you can remember // accidentally took off as an influencer before your art took off though // used your platform to be taken seriously as an artist and haven't looked back // loves to mix it up and use different mediums // painting will always be your first love though // people think you're a tad reserved but you're actually just a really great listener

popstar!reader

takuma ino's older sister //  got your big break at 18 when your favorite artist posted your cover of their song on their instagram // lover of all music but have the most fun with pop // it's giving sabrina carpenter & dua lipa rn // bubbly and outgoing but always need quiet time to recharge and restore your sanity

indie music darling!reader

have been putting music out since you were a teen // built your own online following // eventually connected with toge inumaki and the two of you making music together is like magic // your first release together is giving noah cyrus & pj harding // you two recently released your latest single 'die with a smile' and it somehow blew up overnight // now you're dealing with a level of fame you're not used to // pours all your feelings into song and would rather pass away than actually talk about your feelings face to face

former disney kid turned a list actress!reader

started acting when you were way too young but your mom insists you wanted to do it // skipped the rebel phase to shed your disney kid reputation // instead worked really hard when you turned 18 to "gracefully" transition from a kid actor to an actress people took seriously // you have an excellent reputation with the public // very head strong and outspoken, you never waste an opportunity to stand up for yourself or what you believe is right

model/fashion darling!reader

been modeling since you were 14 // editorial and high fashion love you // if you're not walking the runway at a big show you're sitting in the front row // accidentally starts viral fashion trends consistently // made waves when you started your own lingerie brand that quickly became a social media favorite // you could make garbage bag dresses cool // effortlessly cool you actually think of yourself as a huge nerd (you love to read and love anime) and find your it girl status funny

reality tv star turned mainstream actress!reader

nobara kugisaki's older sister // got your start on a reality tv show about the restaurant you worked at as a server // somehow leveraged this into becoming a legit actress // you're a series regular on a beloved tv series now // have started dipping your toes into acting in movies // are a huge vibes person and your intuition is never wrong // you swear on it // typically laid back but not afraid to pick a fight if you think someone's being a jackass

lead singer/guitarist in a band!reader

in a band with ieiri shoko and yuki tsukumo // the name of the band is daddy issues // started as a joke because you couldn't think of a name but then it stuck // one of the most well known indie rock bands // it's giving wolf alice and wet leg // bands success came when a video of you tripping off stage and then continuing to perform while you were sprawled on the ground went viral four years ago // more introverted and quiet than people expect you to be but you never say no to interactions with fans // will chew paparazzi and autograph hunters for interrupting your personal time