#cons whispers

[connorconsumestrousers]

I saw waffle house and went "omg like!! like House!! like House M.D!!" someone has to save me...

also saw the oncologist clinic in town and went "oncology? like.. like Wilson... like James Wilson head of oncology..."

[golbiey]

happy long weekend!!! i wanted to compile all of my sonic prints in one post...theyre available on my shop!

[nariism]

ೃ⁀➷ ALL I WANT ✧.*

a/n: tooth-rotting fluff !! this is so so mushy and soft. kissing and some touchiness but nothing too crazy i think. also this is unedited brainrot i wrote at 2:30am so enjoy ... <3

Neuvillette has never told you that he loves you.

The words are always there— resting heavy behind his teeth just waiting to burst out at the most inconvenient times, and yet he's never brought himself to say them.

You don’t need the words to prove his devotion to you anyways, already aware that there is no other soul in the world able to hold him the way you do. But he’s always wanted to say it, stopped only by his own fears.

Immortality is a funny thing. In a thousand years you could be nothing but a distant memory for him, gentle whispers in the back of his mind or ghostly touches wisping over his skin.

The idea of losing you terrifies him, but he knows the loss well and knows to keep his heart safeguarded somewhere deep within himself. I love you are words he only murmurs into your skin while you sleep, or chanted in his head when you hold him.

However, you’ve been proving it difficult to resist ever since you moved in with him.

There's nothing extravagant about the way you wake up, nothing extraordinary or strange. You wake up like any Fontainian would: cold and gloomy and complaining about the weather.

Despite how ordinary it all is, it doesn't stop him from spending the first few minutes of the day admiring your face before he inevitably has to get out of bed to get ready for work.

Mornings are his always favourite; the slow stirrings of the day like a calm before the storm. Those few minutes are precious to him more than anything in the world, where he can do nothing but kiss your sleeping face awake and keep you wrapped up in his arms.

You've recently made it your routine to follow him out of bed a few minutes later. He hasn't found out why exactly until today.

He doesn't even need to turn around to know it all— every part of you memorized and carved into each muscle and filling any thoughts that cross his mind.

The slow shuffling of your feet across the room; the quiet yawn that makes him smile because he can imagine your face; the bumping of your body into the back of his in your clumsy state.

It's all comfortable. Familiar. You.

"Morning..." You mumble, arms wrapping around his waist and nose buried against his back.

"Seems someone slept well," he hums.

Your arms squeeze his waist a little tighter. "Because you keep the bed so warm."

"I see. Is that the only reason you decided to crawl out of bed this morning?" He asks with a little lift of amusement, placing his mug down and watching the ripples stir in his coffee.

"No," you lie rather blatantly, and he laughs in a way that makes your heart flutter. "....Shut up."

"It’s quite rude to say that to the Iudex, no?"

"Shut up," you huff again. Your hands carefully climb under the hem of his shirt and explore the expanse of his skin. The cold this exacts on him makes him stop in his motions. He shivers before finally turning around to catch your wrists.

You frown, gently knocking your face back into his body— his chest this time, where you can hear his heart beating.

"Not my fault you're so warm."

Neuvillette only sighs, scooping you fully into his arms and leaning back onto the counter so you can rest your weight against him.

And he knows every part of you like this too: a memory chained to his beating heart. A second life breathed into him meant only to remember you this way.

He knows you're cranky because the sun just rose and here you are, already shuffling around the cold house since he left his side of the bed empty. He knows that you're impossibly perfect in his arms— a piece of a puzzle hand-crafted for him to hold. He knows that it will be sunny today.

You are everything. Everything.

He pulls you away by the shoulders, nose brushing against yours as he leans in close to kiss you. There's a pause just before your lips meet— an apprehension in his actions. He sighs, shaky and nervous.

"I love you."

Then he kisses you slow and sweet, the same way he has always savoured that feeling twisting in his heart at the very thought of you. Enduring and knowing, lacking any more hesitation because he knows this is exactly what he wants and where he needs to be.

You're blinking at him dumbly when he pulls away, lips parted in such a cute way that he wants to lean in again.

"I must be hearing things because I swear you just said–"

"I love you," he repeats quietly, suddenly feeling embarrassed by his confession yet unable to contain the words anymore.

Your expression twists in wonder and for a moment he can't help but think that you're the most beautiful person in the world. In the centuries that he's been wandering Fontaine, he's never been so sure of one thing:

"I love you," he says for a third time in full confidence. His lips crash into yours again in a frenzy, a flurry of emotions swirling in his stomach and so many thoughts screaming in his ears that he can't think straight.

When he stops for air he doesn't fully leave you, mouth still married to you as he kisses along your cheek to your jaw. You laugh, arms circling around his neck.

"Can you say it again?"

And he will. He would say it a million times just to see you smile like that again.

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

🏷️ @saetoshi hi my beautiful

[connorconsumestrousers]

seething foaming at the mouth

house..

save me house

house, save me ..

(I'm autistic)

[spn-ish]

[ideologyofone]

Holy smokes my cut is insane dude

Shout out to my barber

[sourpeachsayshi]

*shakes regarding prev post* guys what if choso overhears you telling shoko or utahime that your boyfriend is into somno so he does things to you while you sleep, and the man just…finds an opportunity…

[moghedien]

it would be low key fucked up if Shadowheart was a werewolf and you romanced her as durge, because in the game, Shadowheart clearly is not aware of if she is a werewolf, and if she goes and asks her dad about it (which you can have her do even if you aren't playing her origin and she's just a companion btw, he'll give Shadowheart more info than the pc) he'll say she probably isn't if she hasn't had any symptoms by now, and he'll mention some symptoms, like being suddenly hairier and craving warm flesh

and so like, just imagine how fucked up it would be if like post-game, durge is redeemed and free of urges and isn't fantasizing about tearing people apart with their bare hands and bathing in their blood anymore and they're so relieved and just gonna live a quiet normal life with Shadowheart

and then like a few weeks after the game, Shadowheart starts fantasizing all the time about tearing flesh with her teeth and warm blood

[gomzdrawfr]

Massive influx of rb bcuz im tryna not lose my mind at party

[connorconsumestrousers]

I'm desperately trying to make an accurate moral orel timeline. I KNOW ITS NOT IMPORTANT IN CANON BUT IT IS TO ME OKAY....

TDLR: It takes place in 1977-1978

long explanation under the cut 🫶

it's mostly Clay centric bc hes the one with the most lore shown so 👍

What I've figured out is: The last Praying Bee that was won at a state championship was in 1952, and I assume that's when Clay was in school. So if we're going with that logic, he would be 13? Maybe 14?

Ten years later, he would meet Bloberta, right? That's a sensible age to meet her and for her also be in her early 20's. So they would be married a few days later, same year, 1962.

Let's say it took them 3 years to conceive Orel, yeah? That'd land in 1965 or 1966.

We all know Orel was 4 when Shapey was conceived and birthed, so 1969. [funny number haha]

And Shapey is 7 in canon, and Orel is 11-12. So that lands in 1977-1978.

Also, I know this town is kinda frozen in the 50's, which is fine too but I wanted to make a timeline for myself, specifically for au's I will make that need a timeline for reference.

I know Dino himself said it was based in "current day", but that's hard to believe. Especially when everyone has to use payphones or dial up phones, have radios and no television, and numerous other things that haven't changed since the 50's. Even IF the town was specifically stuck in the 50's, I'm just not buying it.

This isn't to diss or shame others for their own interpretations of the time period btw! I'm just passionate about these things 🫶 /gen

[dazeddoodles]

How they were at amusement parks:

Eda: Total dare devil

Lilith: Also total dare devil

Raine: Scared of the big rides

Darius: Scared of the people who get sick on the big rides

The Hags and their kids at Disneyland (they snuck in without tickets)

Eda: C'mon you gotta go on at least one roller coaster while we're here

Raine: Um. Is there anything tame?

Lilith: There's Gadget's Go Coaster

Eda: The sexy rat?

Lilith: Don't call her that...

Eda: Fine Rainestorm, let's take King to the baby coaster

Alador: Where are you guys going?

Eda: Gadget's Roller Coaster.

Alador: Oh I love Gadget!

Eda: You would 💀

Alador: ?

[signanothername]

Finished watching S2 of Earthspark and-

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED

[willosword]

keep having to remind myself that humans are hard-wired to enjoy helping ppl out

[lxkeeeee]

Not me coming back from the dead LMAO and idk what I was on but why do I have 35 drafts of unfinished Scara fics 😭

[wri0thesley]

luocha aphrodisiacs. luocha somnophilia. luocha drugging. if u even care

[lordakiyama]

The Owl House Cast

Elizabeth Grullon (Camila), Sarah-Nicole Robles (Luz), Avi Roque (Raine), Cissy Jones (Lilith)