#dont ask what the orange ball is

[zhimi2]

Warm up sketch that I ended up really liking after I colored it! That never happens

[boom-bada-boom]

shawn spencer, through a series of comedic should-be-impossible hijinks, gets turned into a cat without anyone knowing its him. he elects to hang around the station and help out however much his four paws can.

hilariously, it doesn’t change that much.

some notes:

hes brownish-orange (kinda like henry’s hair in flashbacks??) which means he is close enough that he has the orange cat curse™

trying to decide on what breed he is. obviously mixed but what is in the mix?? main thoughts are havana, bengal, and siamese

okay final thoughts: bengal-siamese mix with a havana-like coloring for both eyes and coat.

hes a chatty cattyyyyyyyyyy,,,,,,,, yapper frfr

dog-person lassie and cat-person jules (she canonically has two cats)

he is so indecisive on if he should try and communicate that he is shawn to the station. on one hand theyd know hes safe and maybe be able to help him fix this. on the other jules has literally played fetch with him. a few officers have hand fed him. several cat things occurred. he would never live this all down (human shawn after hes asked where he was for like two months: (heavy sweating) i dont remember)

shawn sleeping in lassie’s chair and on his lap. he started doing it for the laughs but now he has realized that oh no this is actually comfy. tragedy.

half the station supports shawn’s cat shenanigans. a third just take videos. the remaining sixth try to call animal control on shawn but he always gets away and hes back in the station like two hours later so eventually they give up lmao

while all this is happening the station is also stressing because of shawn’s disappearance. they cant find any evidence for what happened. shawn went out to pursue a lead and just vanished. consequently, shawn is trying to make them all feel better with cat shenanigans

he refuses to use a litter box. it does not matter that he is so so small now he is using the fucking toilet. (the officers start leaving the bathroom door open a crack so he can slip in lmao)

shawn reading over case files while sitting on them. hes participating (and solving them)

shawn as a human accidentally left a pineapple stress toy in the station (maybe on some forgotten corner of lassie’s desk or smth lmao) and as a cat he rediscovers it and decides to play ball using it. all this to say that people start calling him pineapple because of it. honestly hes quite happy with that name over some other possibilities

jules is the only one allowed to touch the pineapple toy. he doesnt trust lassie not to try and dump it or something like the spiteful person he is and he certainly doesnt want anyone else touching it. (he would allow lassie to touch the pineapple toy if it werent for that fact though)

(shawn very carefully putting the pineapple toy down in front of lassie for the first timeand staring up with his big ole eyes and lassie stares back and externally his expression is hella flat but internally hes like oh no. oh no its growing on me)

BIG NEWS: cats can in fact eat pineapple, just not a lot since as a fruit it has a lot of sugar (not good for cats), HOWEVER… “It’s hard to see why because cats don’t have the taste buds that let them enjoy sweet flavors. The strong sweet and tangy taste of pineapple is mostly lost on them.”

shawn finally managing to get someone (probably buzz) to give him some pineapple only to be utterly HEARTBROKEN bc it DOESNT TASTE LIKE PINEAPPLE ANYMORE !!!!!!!!!

juliet holding him like a little baby as he is purring like a freight train

LASSITER HOLDING HIM LIKE LONGCAT AS HE IS WAILING LIKE THE DAMNED

literallyyyyyy thisss,,,,

he breaks into the chief’s office to lounge on her desk and she gives him hardcore side eye before, after a while, just sighing and starting to pet him. “this station doesn’t exactly need a mascot, you know,” she tells him, to a reply of mrrp, “but i suppose a little bit of cheering up wouldn’t be too bad.” very carefully, she taps him on the nose. “but not too much. this is a serious line of work—no making a mockery of my station.” the dull thunking of a tail smacking repeatedly into solid wood made no promises.

inconceivable amounts of cat fur everywhere and on everyone. no one can brush him because he wriggles away like an eel and dramatically grooms his fur out of their reach. so he just sheds everywhere. hes got a thick coat there is so. much. fur.

he keeps sneaking into crime scenes. no one is sure how but they suspect he is hitchhiking in lassiter’s car. no one can prove it tho bc they cant fucking find him. the crazy thing is that he leads them to evidence sometimes like a narcotics detection dog but with completely random items that usually seem nonsensical at first. until they prove otherwise. consistently.

lassie to himself: man this feels just like dealing with spencer’s psychic shit. weird.

GUS FIGURES IT OUT FIRST. not because he saw anything but he just saw a newspaper about this cat solving crime with the cops and he was like “oh my fucking god. it can’t be.” and then he pulled up to the station yoinked said cat and went to an isolated corner to freak the fuck out with it. “shawn what the hell happened” he goes, and shawn meows with feeling

juliet watching gus talk to pineapple the station cat in the corner of the bullpen: ???????

several cops having the all-important conversation of what to label him as. theres no snappy cat version of K9 they can use. K9 is supposed to sound like “canine” but there’s no letter to cover the fel in“feline”

some say F9 and some say L9 and a few say FL9 or just straight up FEL9

BY THE WAY!!!!! “Police cats are becoming an increasingly popular addition to law enforcement teams around the world. These feline officers are being trained to assist their human counterparts in various aspects of police work, from sniffing out drugs and explosives to providing comfort and emotional support to officers on duty” SND ALSO “Because they are uncommon, police cats receive a lot of press. Many show up regularly in media posts. If your local department has a police cat, don’t be surprised if you see stories about them on the news”

police cats are a real thing!! shawn is not an official police cat but he is at this point an unofficial one. on rare occasions he might even listen to an order or two (the station thinks he may have been specially trained by some probably-illegal group or smth, escaped, and decided to imprint on the station) (btw this is an actual issue with some police cats. as independent creatures theyre not as predictable as dogs and might not follow orders, which is an issue in high stakes situations n shit)

[gamblersdoll]

heyy can u do denki x reader and they both take honey packss??

ooouu anon i love your brain.

HONEY PACK KAMI! daddy kink, slight humor, spit, masturbation (m) and grinding, love taps to the face

“how are we supposed to do this again? just take it as a shot?” he asks, trying to tear a piece of the wrapper open, but fails.

“well, if youre an alcoholic, sure. but technically— you mix it in with a drink.” you chuckle, hearing his poor protest about him being an alcoholic. “you dont even drink, kami’. the fuck you angry for?”

“girl, bye.”

you both laugh, mixing your honey pack with your little concoction of pineapple juice with cranberry with a little bit of mango nectar— while he mixed it in with his nasty ass red bull flavor; that green orange one. “red bull of all things, denki?” you deadpan, almost gagging. “id understand your bang drinks because its just sugar.”

“its zero sugar, be so damn for real.” he suck his teeth, chugging his drink and sticking his tongue at you. “dont hate me cause im beautiful!”

“no one hates you for that, but low calorie dont mean no calorie.”

its only been about ten minutes, and he had pounced on you already to attack your throat with his lips. his hips fluidly grind against yours, your skirt riding up and feeling his hard on press against yours clothed clit.

“kami, baby—“ you choke, feeling his fingers slip down to the junction between both of you.

“mm mm..” he grunts, kissing up your ear and suckling. “whats my fuckin’ name.” he asks, more of telling you to call him what he likes to hear.. and you oblige, hands going onto the curve of his ass and pulling him in closer.

“d-daddy..” you moan, his hand whipping out his cock and then tugging at it softly. “please, let me feel you.”

“was talking alot of shit earlier, y’know?” he mumbles, pressing his thumb against your lips and you part them.. the flat of his thumb pressing against your tongue and he giggles. “i should make you use those little mints you got to have you drool all over this dick.”

“— addy..” you try and say, but your mouth was pried open and his thumb almost hits the back of your mouth. you feel hot, tense and definitely can feel how his balls twitch against your folds. “please daddy,” you whimper, watching him lean down to your face and spat into your mouth.

“drink up,” he groans, watching you struggle to swallow and he softly slaps your cheek. it stings for a second, but you refocus on his face. “dont got all day, mama.” you were caged in, his legs pinning yours down and feeling his wrist slick slick slick against his shaft. his knuckles almost turn white, his knuckles bumping against your pulsating clit and he coos when you move your hips with the rhythm of his fist. “shit, yer’ so damn sexy, girl.”

you nod, eyes rolling and he kisses your lips. “want daddy to take care of you?” he asks, watching your eager little nod and he bites his lips. “you better say something before this honey pack leaves my system.”

[candieduranium]

my intro post

i guess it’s about time i made one of these

(why does this have so many notes???😭/genuine)

long ass intro oml

last updated november 5, 2024

•my name is micah but i also respond to furcata and rover

•i use any pronouns except it/its. other than those, i genuinely do not care what you use for me

•im a minor

•i am a christian. i do not force it onto other people. please respect my religion.

•i make mistakes on my blog (accidentally deleting things, unbalanced polls, etc.) from time to time so please excuse if i make some errors. trying my best.

•my tag for my original posts and reblogs that i add to is “micah’s owlposting” even for stuff that isn’t owlkin-related. i have to retroactively tag my old posts with this tag so keep in mind that not all of them are tagged! i will update this post when i finish tagging.

•i am an american barn owl therian, vernid othermidst, machinehearted, and pigeonhearted.

• i am a quadrobist. i started in april of 2024.

•usually the things i post are about my alterhumanity but i also post golden texts my friends and i send each other along with some other stuff. sometimes in my posts there are mentions of sex and (mild?) sexual themes

•im also a furry. furry ≠ zoophile

•my favorite music is by greta van fleet and umbrabyte. i also just enjoy vocaloid in general, too. in fact, the original purpose i had for my blog was just to keep up with umbrabyte and her content better. here’s umbrabyte’s spotify:

•my favorite aesthetics are cybercore, mizuiro/ tenshi kaiwai, vaporwave, and rococo

•my only definite dni is if your blog is focused on nsfw, has sexually explicit images, or unsafe for minors in general. we can interact if you are in a basic dni (zoophile, radqueers, etc) but i probably won’t interact with you as much as those who arent in the dni.

•i am pro endogenic and i do not tolerate attacks on endos

•haters will be blocked unless i find them especially funny.

•im up for chatting about whatever whenever so just shoot me a dm if you feel like it (sfw, obviously)

•my hobbies and special interests are drums, classical latin, fursuit making, cosplay, and illustrating

•i’m very interested in learning how to make vtuber models and customize ball-jointed dolls

•my main fandoms are umbrabyte, tloz, pjsk, and tadc (i know some these fandoms are known for having /crazy/ and problematic fans. im not one of them)

•i have a 4 year old black cat named dumpling (i post pics of him sometimes) and a 17 year old dog named stella. i hope to get a couple of oranda goldfish someday

•i dont have a set posting schedule. i post when i post. but i generally like to stay pretty active and try to post at least once per day.

•i follow anyone who interacts with my posts positively when im not in their dni and theyre not in mine and their blog isn’t completely default/blank this is now false. i have just learned that the maximum follow count is 5k and i am already above 4k. there are too many of you for me to follow you all😭

•some random and useless stuff about me: i have mild-moderate trypophobia and a deviated septum, my favorite color is orange, i LOVE creme brulee, and my mbti is antp-t (a for ambivert)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

mild eyestrain warning ⚠️

how the fuck does this have so many notes??😭

vent-ish/vent-adjacent warning ⚠️

here’s a copypaste from another of my posts regarding my posting schedule and status:

hey folks, i may not be posting as much going forward because my father put my email on a lifelock account, which means that he may be alerted each time i log into my tumblr account. i use tumblr on the website on safari and i frequently log in and out because im anxious that my parents will check my search history, but they very rarely ever do. im testing if they get alerted right now by logging in to ao3 and c.ai, two websites that my parents likely wont be opposed to but would tell me and ask me about it if i got an alert. deleting my account is a last resort, but it is still on the table. this change is indefinite. i have backup plans in case my parents do get alerts from lifelock, but nothing is definite. i may continue on just fine, i might not. just giving y’all a heads up in case something does happen.

tl;dr my account may be discovered by my parents and i may be punished, maybe it wont. we’ll see

and does anyone know for sure if lifelock does send alerts about logging in tumblr accounts? please dont lie to me.

my mental health is hinging largely on my tumblr account and im praying sososo hard that i wont lose all of you wonderful, amazing people. this goes for the folks i have dmed and the ones i havent. but anyway. i love you all. thank you for the time youve given me, even if it wont be for much longer.

and heres another post copypaste:

hey folks i dont know if im gonna be posting for a hot minute because im at band practice rn but im gonna have the biggest fucking argument with my mom when i get home😍 i might get my phone taken away

so basically what happened is i told her im depressed and she blew me off and didnt believe me. she also did some other stuff. i may go into greater detail at a later date.

im sorry if this discomforts or tr_gg_rs anyone but i wanted to give an explanation and warning just in case i stop posting and interacting on tumblr

thank you all for being so wonderful, truly. i hope i can get my situation sorted out quickly and remain active.

i’ll probably update this post later on since im sure there’s something i forgot. check back with me every once in a while and i might have some new content on this post

thanks for reading ����👍

[ateezlovely]

smiling because of you

pairing: choi san x reader (gender-neutral)

genre: fluff, friends to lovers

description: soccer is a great sport, it helped you meet the boy who you want to always be with and two years later he’s finally yours

a/n: sorry i dont know anything about soccer :c was rewatching ateez logbooks and the soccer one inspired me to write this

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There was only one boy who could make your cheeks red and smile so hard that it hurt, Choi San. Ever since you met him two years ago in the most embarrassing way, you have had the hugest crush growing on him. It was unfortunate timing as you and Kazuha were walking past the soccer field that a ball was accidentally kicked right in your direction. After ending up on the ground with a bleeding nose, Choi San had come running your way apologizing and asking if you were okay.

Even though you had forgiven San and understood it was an accident he still felt guilty and kept trying to make it up to you. This is what led to your friendship and two years later you are both still stuck together.

Once a week or sometimes more after soccer practice you will meet San to study or hangout. Right now you are waiting for him to text you that he is finished with practice and is all cleaned up. It has only been a day since you last saw him but you still miss him and cannot wait to see him again. Before he texts, you decide to head over to your meeting spot and wait for him there.

you: im waiting at our spot

sannie: eager are we?

sannie: ill be out in ten :)

you: shush

The meeting spot is the same place where you got hit in the face and where you and San first met. When San first suggested this be the meeting spot you did not find it amusing but agreed because it was a meaningful spot to you both.

Distracted by your phone you are startled by a loud yell a few feet from you. Mingi and Yunho are giggling as they get closer to you.

“Hey that wasn’t funny! I could’ve had a heart attack from that” you scold them, feeling glad it was just them and San wasn’t with them.

“The most that would’ve happened is you peeing your pants” Mingi teases you and Yunho giggles agreeing with him.

“Yeah whatever, wheres San?”

“Pretty boy is still getting dolled up for you” Yunho winks and you flush but before you could make a comment back, a familiar voice yells out to the three of you.

San comes jogging over with dripping wet hair and wearing grey sweatpants and a black tank that makes your heart flutter. He drapes his arm over your shoulder saying a small hey before accusing Mingi and Yunho of harassing you.

Yunho instantly defends themselves, “they were waiting all by themselves and asked us where you were thats it!”

“Maybe you should spend less time on looking good to impress them!” Mingi snickers and starts walking away with Yunho, leaving San annoyed and you flustered.

“Well how was practice tonight?” you ask to break the tension and slight awkwardness from the comments made by the two boys.

“It was alright, coach is training us hard because we made finals”, a big sigh escapes him and you put your hand on his back to softly rub, “but its okay cause now i get to hangout with you”

You light up and smile at him, “can we please go to the night market, i am so craving that one stands food!”

San playfully disagrees and you plead him all the way to his car when he eventually says that you guys can go only if you buy.

“Yes, of course i’ll buy you anything you want” you agree with no hesitation. This makes San laugh at how determined you are to go to the night market.

An hour later the both of you are sitting by the river with full tummies. You were laying down on the grass staring up at the pink and orange sky while San was sitting next to you. The satisfaction of good food and peaceful atmosphere was almost enough to make you fall asleep.

The silence was broken by San softly speaking your name.

“mhm?”

“I was wondering…if you would want to or if you would like to…” he nervously breathed out, making you prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him, “come to my finals game this weekend?”

You were confused by his nervous demeanor, “of course i will–”

He cut you off, “I mean coming to the game as my date”

This made you stop and look at him wide eyed as you comprehend fully what he jus asked you. For two years you have been waiting for this moment and now that it is here you don’t know what to do. In the romance books the girl always knows what to say so why are the words stuck in your throat right now?

“Obviously you don’t have to it’s up to you and like if you said no, our friendship wouldn’t change at all i promise” San starts to ramble as you continue to sit there staring at him.

“San” you whisper so lightly that he doesn’t even hear you, you speak louder saying “San i’ll go to your game”

This makes him stop rambling and look at you, “really? are you sure?”

Sitting all the way up now you say, “I would really like to go… as your date” feeling shy and not able to look at him your fingers nervously play with the grass by your legs.

“Okay great! That’s really great…” there’s a bashful smile on his face that makes you smile and feel very excited for this weekend.

On Saturday the entire day is spent getting ready and making sure you look perfect for the game later. Since all of San’s friends that you know are also on the team and playing, Kazuha is going with you so you aren’t alone. You are happy to have her by your side to calm you down because you have been a nervous mess since San asked you.

The bleachers are almost full when you arrive but still manage to find seats in the front row. When the game starts and the teams come out you make eye contact with San and he smiles big at you. Feeling embarrassed you wave shyly at him and are thankful that his coach calls for the teams attention. It was Kazuhas idea to write San’s name on one cheek and his number on the other. It was embarrassing but did it because you know he would like it and a part of you likes it too.

The entire game you were on the edge of your seat in anticipation, with the other team leading by only a couple points. It was within the last 15 minutes that they were able to score and get ahead of the other team. On the field you could see San and his friends sweaty and breathing hard from how hard they are working. It made you feel worried knowing how exhausted San was going to be after this.

Both you and Kazuha were bouncing from nervous as the game was coming to an end and the team was still in the lead. The entire team and everyone watching cheered as the game ended and San’s team had won. Including you and Kazuha as you were standing up cheering and giggling at eachother excitedly.

The moment had you distracted that you did not notice a sweaty boy running towards you. It was not until he was right in front of you with the brightest smile and his chest moving fast from his breathing that you saw him.

“San?!”

“I like you, a lot, and I am so happy that you are here and I want to kiss you so bad” he blurted coming so close to you there was barely a breath of air between you, “please can i kiss you?”

This time you knew exactly what to say and there was no pause to stare at him, “kiss me San”

His hands grabbed your face and his lips were instantly on yours, bringing you into the softest but passionate kiss. There were tingles and shivers all over your body and you never wanted the kiss to end. It seems San never wanted it to end either because he didn’t pull away until both of you were almost going to pass out from not breathing.

He rested his forehead on yours and you started giggling at how happy you were.

“What are you giggling about hm?”

You pulled away to give another kiss before telling him, “I just like you so much”

[sturnwritess]

Things always end.

[ my first angst 🤨 ] M.S

summary: reader goes to a party and shortly leaves after seeing matt all up on another girl.

warnings: Hard angst, toxic matt, slight mention of alcohol,mentions of drugs, not a happy ending,swearing and cheating.

LEMME KNOW IF U WANT A PT 2.

WC:

pink text: you, purple text: nick, orange text chris

(matt doesnt text in the group chat. since he's tuff)

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The flashing lights and blasting music and the smell of weed flowing through the house made me nauseous.

Chris and Nick texted me to come to the party in the first place.

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hey you coming to the party?

i might be, whos all gonna be there?

just a bunch of random influencers and also matt, me and chris are gonna be there too.

ok i will be there, cant wait to see you guys 😚

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You put on your slim black dress, knowing its matt's favorite dress. You put on your black heels and your red purse. You ordered a uber, and you scrolled through your phone and saw matt, nick and chris already at the party.

You arrive at the house and walk up the drive way, you enter the house and already the smell of weed and the sweaty bodies going straight to your head.

You run straight to the kitchen to find some alcohol, you took a shot of vodka, then another and then one more just for the fuck of it. You leave the kitchen and walk into the living room trying to scan familiar eyes, no luck.

You walk upstairs to see the other living room, you see all three familiar faces but one catches your eye. Seeing that tall,pretty,blonde and green eyed girl on his lap. His face drops when he see's your face drop, he gets the girl off his lap but he's to late. Your already down the damn stairs.

You run down stairs tears falling out of your eyes, fidgeting with your phone trying to call your friend to pick you up. Matt's right behind you trying to get your attention,"y/n! y/n!" no reply from you, your just trying to get out of that damn house.

You feel the alcohol starting to kick in,fuck.You think to yourself. Your hands finally grab the door handle and slam the door in matts face, everyone's attention lands on matt. He doesnt care about everyone else, he tries to get out the door. But that familiar blonde girl taps on his shoulder "matty, what was all that about?" she says. "Nothing, dont worry about it grace." he says in a harsh tone.

He runs back up the stairs telling Chris and Nick that they need to go.

As you walked out that door, your bestfriend nicole was there to pick you up. "hey babes, are you ok?" she asked in a gentle tone. You didnt answer and just nodded, your nose was red, your eyes were red with runny mascara running down. She could tell you were not okay, but she didnt want to bother you now.

2 weeks later..

19 missed calls from chris, 6 missed calls from nick and 2 texts from matt.

You didnt even bother checking your phone. You hadn't even ate in 5 days, hadn't took a shower in 2 weeks.

You just curled up into a ball in your bed in the hoodie that Matt gave you on your first date. Nicole had knocked on your door, asking to come in. You didn't answer so she took that as a no and left you alone.

While you were depressed Matt just partied and hid his feelings, Chris and Nick knew what was up but didn't dare to ask.

You finally had gotten the courage to check your phone and instantly went through Matt's instagram. Just to find,Her.Her.Her.Her.Her. She was in every photo she was even tagged. You clicked on her tag just to scroll to see her perfect body, thats all she posted.

After a hour you were done,you threw your phone and just cried into your pillow.

Matt had cried and sobbed, just never so anyone could see it. He always tried to text you and call you, he just never could hit the damn button.

You knew posting Gracie on your story would torment y/n and you always tried not to press that damn button. But you always did, Gracie wasn't the one you wanted. You wanted y/n and you fucked up that night. You were drunk and Gracie was there, you knew your brothers weren't gonna interfere but you damn well wish they would've.

You had issues and she had issues, you two loved each other to the point it hurt. You wished you could've prevented what happened that night, you had wished it never happened.

I always came to Nick always trying to get his opinion and screaming into his face for not stopping me from all of this. At the end of the night I would curl into his arms and bawling wishing he were y/n.

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SO WHAT DO YALL THINK?

@christinarowie332 @strawberrysturniolo @mattitties @nicksnosering @chrisenthusiast @mattsgirlie @mattsnymphette @chrissolosa @chriscumsworld @sturncrazy @sturniolopowers @sturnioloskies @sturnisposts @mattsturnioloarchive @chrissturniolosbitch @mattsturniolosworld @chrissturniolosbf

Lemme know if you guys want a happy ending in part 2

[ioniansunsets]

Hello yuno! As vday is coming i have an idea or scenario if every heartsteel kayn were to receive handmade chocolates from his f-crush how would he react to it or feel or whichever way you would like owo!!! Feeling like the young kayn in high school moment ♡♡please take your time and its ok you dont have to rush it

✖ Valentine’s Confession Highschool Kayn ✖

✖ Word Count: 1.2k Words

✖ Tags: Mutual Pinning! Awkward young love.

✖ A/N: I wrote a mutual confession thing cause I thought it’ll be cute! I really put my whole IonianSunsussy into this please enjoy it. [Actually the idea of highschool sweethearts Kayn is also really cute. Like imagine the gap moe. He never talks about it and then during Paranoia’s debut he’s just like “ hey can I get an extra VIP ticket? My partner wants to watch.” and everyone is like ??????? and he’s like ??? “ Yeah I’ve been dating them since we were like 15. 6th year anniversary is this weekend.”]

✖ Wrote This Listening To: He just wants to be Somebody to You. I think the whole lone wolf that fell head over heels in love is cute for him hahahhaha

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Kayn isn’t sure if he should be laughing or crying. Here he is, standing outside your club room at what, 5pm in the evening? Guitar strapped behind his back and a little gift in his hands. Ok, so he had liked you for a while now, so what, nothing wrong with love. Love was badass. So he decided to do something about those irritating feelings and bought you chocolates. So what! So, he decided it was just not hardcore enough, and went to melt and make his own fucking valentine’s chocolates for you. So What!

Maybe he baked cookies too huh? Is that so bad! Is it so bad that he got Akali to lend him some fancy stationery to write you some shitty fucking love letter! Its hardcore, its over the top! It’s how The Shieda Kayn should confess. Nothing subpar, none of that weak, half-assed work. Only the best. You only deserve everything and then some. You deserve the handmade chocolates. You deserve the expensive store bought ones he got too. You deserve that nicely wrapped box with the fancy hand cut crinkle paper in the pretty gift bag. You deserve the handmade cookies that he painstakingly made in your favorite flavor, with the cute icing of Rhaast and the matching handmade sprinkles (that Zed so kindly helped him with). You deserve the effort he took, the countless nights of planning to write down a very well written rap (confessional love poem) for you. You deserve the scented paper (his cologne) and the cool stickers on the envelope (its holographic hearts).

You deserve someone better than him.

He winces as he accidentally bit his lip too hard. Suddenly brought back to the reality of how long he has spent standing by this door. Another click of his tongue, he continues irritatingly tapping his foot while he reconsiders all he’s about to do. Was it creepy? Waiting for you after club activities? What? People should call it romantic right? It…it Was romantic…right? Waiting an extra hour or two after his own extra classes for Your own club activities to finish? I mean, he worked hard growing the balls to ask you to wait for him after school. You said yes earlier too! This is not creepy, this is just him living up to promises he made with you. This is. Normal. Yeah. Totally normal. Romance will die when he lets it. Kayn swallows hard, hand gripping tighter to the ribbon handles of the beautiful gift bag he spent his allowance on. The contents on the bag feeling heavier and heavier by the minute.

Knocking the door with his other hand, Kayn slowly peers into the club room. Slowly opening the door, he enters silently. The sickly blinding white fluorescent room lights mixing with the oranges of the late afternoon sun streaming in from the open windows. Kayn looks around, catching sight of you standing by the closet in the corner of the room packing up whatever it was that you did after school.

" Hey. I’m here like I said." " Kayn!"

He watches as you jump, fumbling as you try to hide whatever it is that was in the closet. Raising an eyebrow, he stands there, giving you an awkward smile as his eyes narrow to discern just what it is you were hiding from him.

“ Oh? Oh~ What is that huh?”

Kayn teases you, hiding his own gift behind his back as he walks over, trying to peer in and see what you’re so desperately hiding from him. As you look back at him with feigned irritation on your face, some quick maneuvers later you managed to hide whatever it is on the shelf behind your back.

“ You first. What’s that huh?”

As you ask him the question, a slow red blush creeps up his cheeks. Slowly you lean over to him, trying to see what is it that he’s holding behind His back. It can’t be right. No way life would treat someone like him this well. No way, no way. You were too close way too close. He swallows hard, leaning back to try and hide what he can behind his guitar case while also leaning away from you. So close to him that he could feel not only your presence in his personal space but the delectable warmth radiating off your skin. As your eyes meet his with that mischievous glint, he freezes. Stunned by both your beauty and the sudden realization that he should get this done and over with before he backs out. A shakily smug smile creeps onto his face as he tries his best to tamp down his anxiety with his Kayn branded cockiness. Was this something everyone went through? Were first loves and confessions this bad for everybody? God, he could feel his palms sweating again. Kayn coughs lightly to clear his throat before proudly thrusting the fancy bag in your face.

“ I…worked really hard on a little something for you. I hope you like it.”

Barely audible, Kayn whispers as he looks away shy. Contrary to his earlier actions, he gently lowers his hands and places the gift into your embrace. His eyes dart around the room, not able to meet your gaze, Kayn seemingly shrinks away from you with the realization of his past few days worth of effort all hitting him at once. The Valentine’s day gift was literally out of his hands now. A breathy laugh escapes him before he finally finds the meager courage to look at you again. And of course, he was instantly awestruck. How could he not be with you. Looking back at him with that tender look, the way your own lips slowly curl into a smile, the sparkle in your eyes as you look from him to the gift in your hands back at him.

“ Kayn…”

” No. Don’t say anything, just…go read the thing when you’re home alone. I don’t wanna hear it! I’m going!”

As he turns to leave, you quickly grab his arm, pulling him back with a quick jerk. Eyes closed, you press your lips against his. Kayn’s own eyes go wide as he looks, unblinking, back at you in shock. He was now suddenly very, very aware of what it felt like when people talked about time feeling like it's stopping.

“ And this is for you.”

You quickly return a similarly lovingly wrapped box into his hands. Kayn frozen in place, his heart working in overdrive, thumping so loudly he was sure he would get a heart attack right here right now. His face such a bright red that the blush reaches up to his ears and also spread down his chest. You could see it peaking through his unbuttoned collar when your gaze trailed down. Before his brain could even begin to regain function you quickly wave to him, scrambling to pick up your bag you run off. Leaving Kayn flustered and alone in the empty classroom as the sun begins to set. You too had to leave his presence before the embarrassment of what went down caught up to you too.

There would be a lot for you guys to talk about tomorrow at school.

Link to fanart for this!

[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

An Unlikely Pair

Your knee bounced up and down in nervousness as you waited for news in the little lobby. A little trembling chihuahua was on the left of you and a 3 legged Dalmatian on your right. It seemed to be a busy day for sure at the clinic as even more clients started coming in.

“Y/N?” the vet tech called from the door. You stood up and followed her as she led you to another little room where the vet and the little kitten you found this morning waited.

“How is she?” you asked. When you had dropped her off, she was absolutely filthy, barely breathing and couldn’t open her eyes. Had you not decided to go for a run this morning, you never would’ve found her. You figured some horrible person must have abandoned her there. Now, she looked completely different. Her bright fluffy orange coat was clean and her green eyes were alert.

“She’s good now. Just needed a good bath, warmth and a little food. She’s got a couple scratches on her face but those will heal with time. You said you found her in a park?”

“Yeah. I took a morning run and heard meowing from the bushes. She was tucked all the way in the back, I honestly thought she wasn’t gonna make it.”

“Well cats are pretty resilient. Were you planning on keeping her?”

You thought about the question and knew the dilemma. Jethro was not a cat guy. He loves dogs, doesn’t mind plants, but definitely doesn’t like cats. But if you didn’t take her, she would just end up at the shelter.

“We do have an onsite shelt-

“No, I’ll keep her,” you impulsively blurted out.

Crap, Jethros gonna kill you.

————

You sat on the couch watching tv when you heard Jethro come home. Quickly, you threw the blanket over the kitten in your lap.

“Hey hun. Dinners in the oven, you just gotta heat it up.”

He came over and gave you a kiss before going into the kitchen and preparing his food. Upset that she was being smothered, she let out a small meow. You just turned up the volume slightly on the tv. You at least wanted Jethro to eat before you broke the news to him.

Once he heated everything up and sat at the table to eat, the kitten let out another meow.

“What was that?” he asked, looking around.

“The tv,” you lied smoothly.

Thankfully, the kitten decided not to make any more noise while Jethro finished eating and cleaned his plate.

“So you’ll never believe how my day has been going,” you started. “I was going for a morning run because I wanted to see if I could beat my personal best, which by the way, I’ve come to the conclusion that I could probably beat Torres in a foot pursuit. And as I passed by that park over on Downey St, I heard something crying.”

Jethro stood in front of you, drying his hands with the kitchen towel, attention now fully on you as he listened, making you nervous.

“Normally I wouldn’t investigate a weird noise at the park, especially because you could find a person sleeping in the bushes or some rabid raccoon, or-

“Sweetheart, you’re rambling. What did you find?” he pressed, wanting to speed the conversation up.

Instead of explaining, you just pulled the blanket back and showed him the little ball of fur. She looked around before seeing Jethro and pulled her ears back in displeasure before giving him a tiny hiss.

“No,” was all he said before walking off to the bedroom. You put the kitten down on the couch and followed him.

“Honey wait. I know you dont like cats but this one is so cute. And I rescued her. I couldn’t just leave her there to die. And I couldn’t give her away to the shelter. Who knows if she ever would’ve found a home.”

He stopped at the stairs and turned to you.

“She’s already up to date on vaccines, the litter box will be in the laundry room, and she’s so tiny you won’t even know she’s there. Please Jet,” you pleaded.

He sighed and you knew right then, you already won.

“If she scratches up anything, she’s out,” he threatened.

You beamed with joy and wrapped your arms around his neck in a hug.

“You’ll come to love her, you’ll see.”

————

It was a love/hate relationship between the little orange cat and Jethro. Mostly because every time Jethro tried to get close to her or you, she would give him a swat and hiss. She loved messing with him and knocking all of his stuff off the shelves when he accidentally left the basement door open. There has been multiple times that he’s had to pick up broken jars fulls of bolts and nuts off the floor. The only love part of the relationship is for you when he sees how happy she makes you.

The sound of Jethros heavy footsteps coming up the stairs woke you up from your sleep. Looking at your phone, the time read 2am. You didn’t move from your spot as he came in quietly and got changed.

“You’re gonna have to move your little gargoyle out of the way,” you heard him grumble after a minute. Smiling, you turned on your side and saw your kitten giving Jethro a glare that might equal his own.

“Just tell her to move hun.”

“She doesn’t listen. Something you two have in common.”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you picked up irritated kitten and brought her to the other side of the bed so Jethro could get in.

————

Pulling into your driveway, you parked right behind Jethro’s truck and made your way to the house. As you opened the door, you were greeted with a little bouquet of flowers and a little note that read Welcome Home. You smiled at his sloppy writing and figured he was down in the basement building that boat of his, so you dropped your bags by the couch and walked downstairs.

What you saw, you weren’t expecting at all. Jethro was busy vice gripping different parts of the boat while his furry nemesis laid lazily on top, watching him curiously.

“How was your mother’s?” he asked, grabbing a tool right next to your kitten who didn’t even make a move to swat or hiss at him.

“Uh, it was nice. Got to see Dad’s newest addition to his pocket watch collection.”

He chuckled as you walked over and gave him a long hug.

“When did you two become friends?” you inquired, pulling back and motioning towards the small feline.

“She climbed the living room curtains and got stuck. Ever since I helped her, she won’t leave me alone,” he explained.

“Awe, she connected with you. You’re her savior honey,” you teased, watching as Jethro reached out to pet her and she accepted it happily while purring.

“Yeah well next time she decides to use our curtains as a vine, I’m not saving her.”

You laughed and gave him a kiss. You knew sooner or later, he would warm up to her.

Note: I purposely didn’t give the cat a name because I wanted to leave that up to the reader but gave it a color because I just feel like Gibbs and orange tabbys have the same vibe. 😂

[maukiki1-but-cringefail]

YGESSSSS. NEW BSB ENJOYER FOUND. who is your favorite character if i may ask... i have like atleast 5 but kai is at the top i think. sometimes i think about this image and i'm like "my god what the fuck even is that". one of the guys of all time

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT” LMFAOOO no because thats exactly what my friend said when they saw yuriy KEDBJSBSGWJW. What is. Wrong with his eyebrows....looking like a creature…a bug with antannae perhaps….

BUT MY FAVORITE IS MAX‼️‼️‼️hes been my fav ever since i started watching it love him… my second favorite is kai probably though LOL. I can tell hes one of those fan favorite characters right🤔usually characters like him are… not a bad thing just an observation lol. Metal fight beyblade was the beyblade show i had known my entire life and was a big fan of so i wanted to see the other beyblade shows with it and for some reason i watched beyblade burst before bakuten shoot ????? Yeah that 7 season show i only liked the very first season of… the rest was so boring and for some reason i forced myself to watch it by using it as background noise😭

idk why i didnt give up and watch bakuten instead, took me too long lmfao. Th reason why i mentioned metal fight is that since i knew that show my entire life i had certain expectations on certain type of characters (ik bakuten came first but metal couldve been influenced by it and it was bcs there are similarities lol) (i mean king [from bakuten] looks almost identical to dynamis [from mfb] <- thats just one example) so i thought, while i was watching season 1, Kai Hiwatari was gonna be like Kyouya Tategami where hes with the team yes but doesnt see himself as a part of it and is there for himself only bcs hes a loner or whatever but then that thing at the end of the season happened he became a part of the team and the didnt have random unnecessary off screen character regression like kyouya did in the next 2 seasons (and also isnt an asshole abt it like when he left temporarily to battle takao in g revulotion he wasnt like “fuck you dumbass” like kyouya did basically 😭😭)….

That was so refreshing to see bcs thats not what i was expecting and thank god it exceeded my expectations 😭 thats why i keep saying kai is kyouya done right bcs he kinda is…. Though i find it funny when hes just standing in the background w his arms crossed or laying on the grass like damn bro wants to be cool so bad (not as cool as the frame of rei kon absolutely BALLING)

Said max is my favorite and talked about kai the entire time LOL no but he’s my fav i love that guy EXCEPT. the fact that. He likes mayonnaise… idgaf if its ur style mayonnaise is disgusting im disappointed in you max…..

I also like Yuriy who also seems to be a fan favorite from what ive seen which i expected but i like him in a way like, hes so funny to me. Bro walkin around with bug antannae and the worst posture youve ever seen. Why is he built like that. Fucking thing. Also big fan of the weird ass sht he does in g revulotion when doing special moves hes got CLAWS hell yeah. No bcs no one elses looks like dat when they do it⬇️ as a certified creature fan i can proudly confirm this, indeed, is one of the creature moments of all time.

⬆️i remember seeing this frame before watching the show and thinking what could possibly be the context behind this LMFAO . Shoutout to Rei kon for also being a creature big fan of the pointy ears and slit orange eyes (v force when i catch you v force)

I dont know peoples opinions of daichi but he seems like the type of character ppl might hate for being annoying but i like him bcs he reminds me of me and my brother when we were little (im the younger sibling) bcs every interaction between takao and daichi reminded me of us LMFAO 10/10 sibling dynamic (better than takaos actual brotha😬)

N lemme see if i have any kai screenies i took cauze i took a sht tonna screenshots

I was gonna capriin thwm but idk how to write inbetween them so im typing them here

First pic - already has a caption

Second pic - ths shit makes me laugh everytime im so glad people are not hesitant to resort to violence in this saga

Third pic - V force jumpscare

Fourth pic - what is he listening to . Do you guys think Kai Hiwatari would like Yuno Miles

Fifth pic - one…..one piece…..

Sixth pic - they forgot to colour teh pack of his hair lol

Seventh pic - no need for a caption. What is that

Last pic - he. Smirks like an animal. Idk how to explain it but, he smiles like how an animal or an ailen trying to do it for the first time would do it

I will read the manga soon i have physical copies of the first 4 volumes and ill find the rest on the net bcs bakuten media is so much easier to find that mfb is THANK GOD. I will also be looking up shitty 13 yr old amv s and yall better have sum real 2011 sht

[mamadarama]

Me and my friend actually talked about Ibara and his insistence that he’s a schemer at heart before and we realized that the two categories of people he would help were the ones who naturally caused chaos or the ones that were incredibly chill (niki, nagisa, hajime) and it’s now a headcannon that he hides his generally being really good at his job and really nice to his friends by proxy-ness as “It’s because they’re really good at CHAOS and I LOVE CHAOS and I’m SO FUCKING GOOD AT CHAOS AND- what about the others? Uh, well you see, I see promise in them being able to be CHAOTIC so they can cause MORE CHAOS. I’m merely sowing seeds of CHAOS IN THEM with my SUPER EVIL NICE DEEDS. I know they look like they’ve done literally nothing wrong up to this point but JUST YOU WAIT until they reach FULL CHA

this is hilarious i love it . my hc is that if you bring it to his attention he pulls the whole "when in doubt deny all terms and conditions" act and goes "huh what friends . oh those friends? ah right of course . i have no idea what youre talking about . moving on." and at that point whoevers asking just gives up cuz they dont wanna deal w his shit today

also nagisa being chill is a total front , you see there are multiple kinds of "balls to the walls fucking crazy". nagisa is a rare case of low energy/high chaos in which he does the most bizarre things with such a calm demeanor and so much confidence that he inadvertently gaslights you into thinking that what hes doing is a perfectly sane thing to do . if anyone else was sitting at a table with like 40 oranges , it would be weird . but if it's nagisa , of course hes doing that. who doesnt contemplate their orange pile every now and then ? not weird at all. (it is weird . youre trapped in his citrus genjutsu. )

[ask-noonescity]

{Continuing from here}

TW MINOR BLOOD

"Im going to give you a blessing to appear as a wisp! A lost soul!" The mysterious voice chirped as the magic flew out of its hands warmth covered your body as they continued "Its incase they do decide to hurt or kill you! We dont want the universe to become unbalanced now do we ~ " they reasoned before again perking up "Oh!" as they waved their hands around "I hear foot steps - bye bye bye! Have fun - you will return back to the sylveon in some time" they giggled before seemingly disappearing as the hands turned into dust,

For moment the man stood there waiting for answer before not getting any as he grew quickly frustrated as purple smoke escaped as he yelled out in the small room

"PHANTASIA, SERIOUSLY DONT HAVE THE PATIENCE FOR THIS-"

The bird didnt bat a eye twice as she just tapped onto the phone away as he repeated himself now his voice more irritated but he let out a huff

"Your fucking stalkers are here" he said now to her as the articuno looked up finally questioning

"Bullshit - no one knows we are here but Omen and she left already" she simply replied "How could a spirit find us here now? Hm? Maybe it means you got to take a shower once in a while? Maybe its the stench of old blood?"

"Because didnt you lose your last fight? So stop bossing me around and just shoo them away, be useful at something-" she snickered quietly to herself

"Look who is talking the feather ball who didn't get the role she wanted in modeling industry then cried about it for months," he murmured back now Phantasia taken back slightly puffed up her feathers as she grew annoyed back

"HOW DARE-" she paused collecting herself for moment "It was a important role - of course ill be upset about it - you useless muscle brain - im the one who brings in the money" She pushed back as they both looked back at each other irritated and annoyed

"What will you do? Cry about it for a month?" He answered for once simply back as he smiled to her annoying her more Before they both turned their heads hearing stomps in another room seemingly a kitchen - the door swung open with force

"AND WHY THE HELL AM I STUCK DOING EVANDERS JOB IN FIRST PLACE - YOU SAID YOU'LL COME STRAIGHT AWAY BACK AFTER GETTING THE DOOR, YOU IDIOT" The new comer yelled out silencing the Zapdos - the dark types head snapped to the orange bird before seeing him gesture to the door

"Spirits, even better - it was sort of coming that we will get haunted OR this could be jesters doing again, I swear to Omeeennn...." he cursed quietly now "Just ignored them, they probably wont leave for a while..."

YOU 'ARE' NOW A LOST SOUL!

♠️ASK BOX OPENED♠️

[hearts401]

wait I forgor that the reason I was in your ask box was bc I wanted to say that your art is rlly cool and reminded me why I liked fnaf in the first place!! :]

(Also if you don't mind id love to hear some headcanons you have for the aftons ehe)

DSJDSFKJD TYYY OUHFUH Thats so sweet omg :(((

OOH BOY HEADCANONS FOR THE AFTONS (Not gonna include mrs.afton aside from vague mentions simply bc i dont care about the implied existence of a wife for william lmaoo)

Elizabeth

-8 years old

-audhd

-I am an intense ginger hair lizzie truther. SHE IS NOT BLONDE!!!! I REFUSE!!!

-She looooves circuses and would dress herself and her friends up as clowns a lot. her love for makeup sparked it and then it went on from there

-music stims galore!! humming, patting her legs, bouncing to the sound of music

-likes first person shooters!! not an a "cute girl likes edgy games" way but in the way that she genuinely enjoys them! shed rlly love shooting games. shed also likes games liek stardew and animal crossing bc shed like getting to know the villagers. (ik these games dont fit the timeline of the 80's but whatever idc) she'd like those gun games at amusement parks too

-lots of energy!!! you cannot stop her!!!!!

-her fav ice cream is mint chocolate chip

-shes not close with her brothers, much closer with her father. because of her fathers distance, however, this results in her feeling lonely a lot, but shes not willing to get involved in whatever her brothers are doing

-LOVES SPRING!!! LOVES IT!!! ITS HER FAVORITE!!!

-really likes animals and especially colorful birds. she has a collection of many things, one of them being colorful and pretty feathers (she has a peacock feather and its her pride)

-really likes bunnies just like her dad!

-likes to braid hair and do makeup. she used to do it with michael whenever he let her. him cutting that off kinda fucked their relationshipt. (and ofc then came the bite)

-She has a very orange room. orange red and pink r her favorite colors.

-thinks her eyes are super pretty

-if she's curious about an item, she'll sniff it and inspect it and feel it but not put it in her mouth bc thats gross ><

-sleeps on her side like a normal person

-likes dolls n stuff :333

Evan

-10 years old

-anxiety and autism

-very good at sewing (bc michael would break his plushies a lot)

-never let lizzie do his makeup bc it overstimulated him

-anxious stims. hand shakes, biting his nails, wringing his hands, shifting side to side, ect.

-enjoys crocheting but almost never has yarn. lizzie gave him an unused yarn ball once and he used it to make a bunch of stuff

-very picky eater, but he wont say it out loud.

-likes webkinz

-HATES HORROR MOVIES!! like this is a given but he will stay up all night thinking about it. its the one thing he stands up for himself on is not being forced to wathc horror movies (mostly because its the only thing both william and lizzie will back him up on)

-he likes yellow a lot. his room isnt hyellow but he wishes it was.

-doesn't have friends and is regarded as weird, but kids avoid him for the most part. most of his bullying comes from ppl who know michael.

-hed like racing games a lot

-scared of his dad and by association he was scared of henry too

-not super close with charlie but he knows her to be a good person. wishes he was closer with her

-ofc easily startled, freaked out, and made uncomfortable

-does NOT like being talked over

-gets frustrated rlly easily and often rants to his fredbear plush

-liked to draw!! he picked it up from mike when he was younger and continues to do it as an outlet

-wishes he had a bigger family

-definitely not flexible at all, but doesnt hurt himself much (hes not dumb, he learns what makes his bones break)

-will feel things over if hes curious about them. maybe sniff them too but he gets scared they'll kill him 😭

-dislikes amusement parks bc overstim but does enjoy the games and prizes

-he likes rice. idk. he just likes rice a lot.

-if he grew up, hed be taller than mike AND lizzie idc idc

-he tries his best to smile in family photos but he just looks so goddamn uncomfortable that eventually william just let him sit them out.

-definitely a peacemaker between lizzie amd mike

-if hes thinking hard he looks PISSED. RESTING BITCH FACE. He is GLARING AT HIS PLATE. "Evan? What's wrong?" and he just immediately is like 😠😯🙁

-he cares about michael a lot more than he should. he tells him to stop when hes fighting someone, he tries to calm him down when hes angry, he tries to talk to him. it makes him so frustrated, it makes him so mad when michael refuses him rudely, but he keeps doing it. its who he is.

-he got a golden freddy mask that creeped michael out and he jumpscared him with it once.

-cuts his own hair

-not a hugger but if EITHER of his siblings offer a hug he will NOT deny them (does not apply to william tho)

-i dont think he cared about william tbh lol

-sleeps on his back like a corpse.

Michael

-14

-audhd

-nonbinary he/they but doesnt realize it til hes 18

-gets mad when overstimulated

-Likes pirates a lot, watches lots of pirate shows.

-INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA it kicked in in like 2nd grade when someone made fun of him for letting lizzie do his makeup. (jeremy helps him get over it)

-forgets to eat a lot. not intentionally. hes just dumb.

-argues with his dad the most, and drives william nuts

-if hes curious about something, hes gonna bite it. what is it? idk. CHOMP

-loves skirts bc sensory issues are worse in his ankles. he compromises by wearing basketball shorts.

-canNOT wear things near his neck. hates things near his neck.

-close-ish with charlie. likes talking to her.

-favorite color is red. he puts it everywhere.

-likes pokemon.

-watches anime

-BIG HORROR FAN BUT THAT SHIT KEEPS HIM UP AT NIIIIGHT

-halloween is his fav holiday. ud think its bc he liked scaring evan (and it kinda is) but mostly he jsut likes dressing up and going trick or treating. he'll use his costume to scare evan later tho. william takes them away because of that, just bc he doesnt want michael ruining the costume (they reuse them sometimes)

-likes growing his hair out

-looks very soft when thinking. evan only talks to him when he looks calm and collected.

-stims by humming, tapping, slamming his fists, and making loud sounds (shouting, whining, UGH AAAGH ect.) which tend to overstimulate evan

-him and evan are adhd vs autism but if the adhd also had autism

-scared of the ocean but he'll never admit it (got bit by some small fish once and it freaked him out)

-mouth moves faster than his brain

-NOT A MORNING PERSON (except on halloween) DO NOT TALK TO HIM IN THE MORNING!!! HE BITES!!!

-messy room with very little in it.

-punches holes in his walls as a stim :(

-likes sweaters in fall

-for someone who jumpscares his little brother, he gets jumpscared easily

-giggles a lot during hide and seek but thru hiding from evan he learned how to stop it. if he does giggle it means hes genuinely happy

-faints when SUPER freaked out. but it takes a lot

-probably gets queasy around blood

-lactose intolerant but he'll be damned if he doesnt eat that mac n cheese

-has SO MUCH FOXY MERCH. he convinces his dad to give him EVERYTHING HE LOVES FOXY SO MUCH

-would do awesome in school if he could get himself to try

-probably felt rlly hurt when he heard foxy was confined to a small area and not onstage. not because it mattered to him, but because the way william looks at foxy makes him think of the way he looks at him.

-gators r his second fav animal

-draws as a way of venting, but it rarely works. he likes it tho

-SINGS ALL THE TIME. WALKS INTO THE HOUSE DANCING AND SINGING AND TAPPING THINGS

-moves in his sleep

-TIGHT HUGS.

-AFFECTIONATE SHOULDER PUNCH GO!!!

-AGGRESSIVE SHOULDER PUNCH GO!!!

-NEUTRAL "I'm uncomfortable and idk what to do rn" SHOULDER PUNCH GO!!!

-giggles evilly

-like evan hes not very flexible but hes much more likely to hurt himsel fand sprains his ankles a lot

William

-Do not misspell his last name he will get unbelievably pissed

-probably nd too bc all his kids are but he doesnt gaf abt that 😭

-has kissed a man before as an experiment. did not get anything from it unfortunately

-met henry in college for robotics and became friends

-when his wife left/died he was just like "oh. i have three kids now. fuck." and then avoided them

-doesnt care about his kids but them dying causes problems for him so he tries his best to keep them alive (unsuccessfully. this is the afton family after all)

-just like mike, he sings and taps a lot, but its more humming and tapping.

-also lactose intolerant but he actually cares about it

-likes bunnies a lot.

-allergic to pollen. severely. he walks outside in spring and is already sneezing and rubbing his eyes

-Frustrated easily

-Looks pissed when hes not, looks pissed when he is. looks pissed when hes sad. looks pissed when hes thinking. the only time he doesnt looks pissed is when he looks happy and that is very rare (and never happens around his kids, only henry)

-TIGHT HUGS.

-Buys his kids gifts but its always stuff they either dont like anymore or didnt like int he first place. he doesnt care

-secretly likes thanksgiving a lot. hes a foodie what can i say

-lizzie is his favorite but that only means he is occasionally gentle with her in a way he'll never be with his sons

-likes dressing up fancy but als freaky he just likes dressing up

-poses in the mirror to check his outfit. michael walked in on him once and william has never yelled at him so muhc in his life. michael acted upset but he was giggling to himself

-does not and will never care about whatever michael and evan have goin on. he does NOT have time for them.

-drops and breaks his phone ALL THE TIME.

-likes stress balls a lot.

-springbonnie is his BABY. he LOVES HER.

-grabs his kids by their heads a lot. like if michael is in his way he'll just put a hand on his head and move him off to the side. the only one he cant do it to is evan because he just moves out of the way

-has a bunch of tiny robots of his own. he likes to make silly bunny robots taht r tiny

-thinks hes smooth wiht flirting and could grab a girl (he cant henry knows he cant)

-sticks his tongue out like a cartoon character when hes thinking SUPER hard

-pats michael on the back a lot to lighten a tense situation but it just makes michael tense up and makes it worse

-giggles evilly

-used to be queasy with blood and spent an hour in front of a mirror post-killing charlie telling himself to man up and somehow that worked

-not a hugger. only hugs his kids in public to lighten the mood. except mike. mike u get awkward back pats

-doesnt like being touched (he WILL smack your hand)

I THINK THATS ALL LMAOOO I HAVE SO MANY

[underratedandoverit]

be good (please)

834 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

includes biting. theres implications and hints to something more but nothing is actually mentioned or done its soft and sleepy and consensual but kip is needy and they have a dynamic i dont know what else to tell you

i also just occurred to me i never actually posted this here so in hopes of trying to keep this blog maybe alive hey heres a thing idk. its been in ao3 for a while now in case youre wondering lol

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

on ao3

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Kip slowly came to, becoming aware of his surroundings. Feeling the cold, soft pillow underneath his head he slowly snuggled his face against it, letting out a quiet, dragging hum of content. He was teetering on the edge of falling back asleep when he felt a soft brush of a hand against his neck, erupting a soft breath from him as fingertips traced along the newly formed bruise on his skin.

“Kiiii-iiip.” He could hear the voice whispering into his ear, soft and quiet, barely above a whisper. Kip recognized it immediately, only responding with a little incoherent murmur, feeling a soft kiss being pressed against his cheek. “Good morning.”

Kip let out a sound somewhat resembling the same words, but he kept his eyes closed, just enjoying feeling Cassidy close by, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. Kip lazily replied back to it, feeling Cassidy’s lips move around his face, leaving little tired kisses all over, finally trekking down to his jaw and along it onto his neck.

The quiet whine Kip let out against the touch immediately put him back to last night, reminding him exactly why he was feeling so sore against Cassidy’s soft shows of affection. Cassidy just chuckled at him quietly, pressing another soft kiss against the bruise on his neck to gather another whiny sound from Kip.

“Sorry.” Kip knew he didn’t mean that, his hot breath against his sore neck sending shivers down Kip’s spine. But he didn’t mind, just cautiously bit his lower lip as he felt Cassidy leaving a trail of kisses along his collarbone, feeling the tingling on his sore skin with every kiss. Kip was thankful Cassidy wasn’t pushing it on spots where he was already feeling overwhelmed, but at the same time something about it felt like he was just making him agonizingly wait until Cassidy reached a spot where he hadn’t been the night before.

Kip’s hand carefully reached for him, Cassidy stopping briefly as he felt Kip first cupping his cheek, slowly lifting his hand up into his hair. The blond didn’t stop him, feeling Kip direct him, just allowing the barely coherent Brit to move his head down, to his side.

“Here.” Kip’s voice was quiet, his hand running down to Cassidy’s neck, fingertips drawing soft circles against his skin, feeling the small goosebumps rising up there. “Please.”

He felt the soft kiss being pressed against the exposed skin of the side of his rib cage, the contact drawing a quiet whimper out of him, Kip feeling his breath catching up in his throat as Cassidy dug a little deeper, gently sinking his teeth into his skin. Kip’s hand carefully balled up in his hair, trying to steady his breathing to ease some of the delightful pain Cassidy was inflicting on his skin.

As his head lifted up, breaking the contact with his skin, Kip carefully moved his head a little bit lower, letting out the breath he had been holding.

“M-more.” He could feel Cassidy’s head turning in his hold, Kip just nodding his head a little to confirm to him that he did want this. “More. Please.”

Cassidy complied without a word, his lips back on his skin, drawing a soft moan out of Kip. He tried to keep it quiet, feeling Cassidy’s efforts of trying to keep things easy on him, to not push the boundaries too much. He was aware Kip was still barely awake, understanding what was happening and asking for them, but Cassidy was making sure he was as comfortable as possible, especially after what Cassidy had put him through the night before, just more softly continuing now where they had left off.

“Please.” The moan slipped out of him before Kip could stop him, feeling Cassidy’s teeth sink just a little bit deeper than he expected. The blond stopped for a moment, but feeling Kip’s hand in his head pushing him lower, asking him to continue, soon enough the sweet sensation of soft pain continued, drawing a whimper out of Kip.

Eventually pleased with his handiwork and the sounds that Kip was making, Cassidy lifted his head up, against Kip’s clear wishes of him continuing as the hand in his hair tried to push him back down, the blond carefully grabbed it, pulling it closer to press a little kiss on the back of it.

“Babe, if I keep going you won’t be able to move today. We still have to fly home.”

Kip whined something incoherent back to him, Cassidy leaning over to give him a quick peck on the lips.

“I promise you we can keep going when we get back. Can you be good until then?”

Kip finally fluttered his eyes open, looking at him with a soft blush dusted on his cheeks, nodding his head the best he could. Cassidy smiled back at him, leaning over for a much more passionate, deeper kiss, leaving Kip chasing after it as he pulled away again.

“Good. I love you.”

[riptide-if]

What are the fashion senses of the ROs? What do they wear on a day to day basis?

ANON. im seriously so glad u asked u dont understand.im actually going to attatch the long descs i wrote of their everyday outfit (like in a vn..) also theres more fashion/makeup inspo on their boards on my pinterest! there's also boards for bg charas on there:33 so if u r interested in lee's band or aria there u go;p

HILO: an orange tank top with a ruffle trim paired with an off white maxi skirt. A pair of dark brown double strap sandals are on their feet. A gold ring with an infinity symbol is on the pointer finger on their right hand, accompanied by two thick threaded bracelets; the first one being yellow and orange, and the other [MC fave color] and orange. They have long almond shaped acrylic nails; colors varying. They tend to get a new set every three weeks. They wear a pair of orange bead earrings with a gold moon charm on the left ear and a gold star charm on the right ear. A pair of gold hoop earrings goes through their upper lobes in both ears.

LEE: a black shirt that’s cropped just above their stomach, with a graphic of a black skull outlined with white. A black zip-up hoodie is either halfway zipped up, tied around their waist, or discarded. A black and grey striped fingerless glove is covering one hand the other is covered in an assortments of rings including a silver skull ring and a silver ring with a red garnet stone, gifted to them by MC on their one year anniversary. Elijah wears short black cargo shorts while Elaine wears a black cargo miniskirt. They both have (optional) distressed tights underneath them. They wear two black earrings on each upper ear, a pair of silver skull earrings, two black rings on their lips, silver eyebrow stud piercing, silver septum piercing, and a silver star shaped tongue ring.

NOEMIA/NIKITA: a white long sleeved compression shirt is worn underneath a yellow, purple, and white color block windbreaker; either unzipped or balled up and put in their bag. A pair of black athletic shorts with a white adidas logos in the corner is covering their legs. They normally carry a yellow crossbody bag with an assortment of different pins on it (bisexual flag, mang, surfboard, bmo, spiderman, no pain no gain, shark, pufferfish, wave). They wear a pair of green pair of star skate shoes over a pair of colored socks; always mismatched. An anklet with white beads is around their right leg, a similar one with teal beads underneath it. A gold ring with a white teardrop shaped opal ring given to them by their grandma sits on a leather chain around their neck. Two to three hair ties are always around their wrists.

ARLO: an untucked white short sleeved t-shirt is usually worn under his rotation of lightly colored button ups, sweater vests and cardigans. A pair of light denim overalls is over it; with some barely visible paint stains here and there. He wears a pair of black oxford shoes with this. On his wrists are a few braided leather bracelets. He wears a gold vintage coin necklace around his neck along with matching small gold hoop earrings. A thing elastic headband is sometimes holding back his bangs while he works.

as for key words in my notes i have; hilo is whimsical, lee is emo (lol), n is sporty, and arlo is cozy!

[sticktopia]

Welcome to the Garden (Sanctuary AU)

The Garden. A pocket dimension that sits on the line between life and death. This little world is designed to house and heal broken souls. Those who have died under tragic circumstances, or have many regrets are called to this realm. Once they let go of their trauma and regrets, the soul can pass on to its next life. That is the role of The Garden.

(Prologue) Gold

“Daadd!!! Dad!!!” Gold cried into the darkness around her. She had wandered the black aimlessly for hours, days even. Her body trembled as violent tears escaped her eyes. Alone and afraid, Gold continued calling for her father.

“Dad!! Wh-Where are you?!” She sobbed, collapsing to her knees. Gold could barely keep herself together. Hell, she could barely remember how she got to this void to begin with. All she could remember was going to the fair with her dad.

“I wanna go home!!!” Gold screamed into the darkness. “Take me home!!!”

But there was no answer. Not even an echo. It was silent apart from Gold’s desperate cries. Gold laid down and curled up into a ball. Even if it wasn't her father coming to get her, she just wanted someone, anyone to be with her. She just didn't want to be alone anymore. As Gold laid on the floor, she noticed the dark void suddenly lighting up. Gold gasped and sat up. She wiped her tears and turned towards the source of light. Gold had to squint as she stared. The light was blinding, yet comforting. The urge to enter the light suddenly overtook her body. Before Gold could think, she was on her feet and making her way over to the light.

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When Gold’s eyes finally adjusted to the light, a gasp escaped her mouth. On the other side of the light was a beautiful garden. Blooming flowers lined the sidewalk Gold stood on, and lush shades of green filled the surrounding area. It was like a paradise.

“Whoa…” Gold breathed as she looked around, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

“Oh, hello there young one.” Gold jumped and snapped her head down the pathway. Standing underneath the bush arch was a pastel yellow stick. She wore a soft comforting smile, putting Gold at ease.

“Who are you?” Gold asked the stick, taking a few steps closer. The stranger chuckled and bowed slightly.

“My name is Dandi. And who may you be?” Dandi asked as she stood straight again. Gold sniffled and looked away, feeling shy.

“M-My name’s Gold.” She said softly. Dandi smiled and approached the young child.

“It’s nice to meet you Gold. How old are you darling?” Dandi asked as she kneeled before the child. Dandi sniffled and cleared her throat.

“I’m ten.” Gold mumbled. Dandi sighed and whipped a stray tear from Gold’s face.

“It’s always sad when a child comes by.” Dandi said with a sad tone. Gold tilted her head.

“What do you mean by that Miss?” Gold asks. Dandi bit her lip.

“Ah, the question that everyone asks.” Dandi said as she stood to her full height.

“I’ll answer your question with another. What’s the last thing you remember?” Gold stared at Dandi blankly.

“The last thing I remember?” Gold repeated. Dandi nodded.

“What’s the last thing you remember before being in the void?” Dandi asked again. Gold looked down at her feet. The last thing she remembered? What did that have to do with where she was now?

“U-Um, the last thing I remember is walking around the fair with my dad… Speaking of, do you know where my dad is? He’s really tall, a dark orange and loves corn dogs.” Gold described her dad with enthusiasm. Dandi sadly smiled at her.

“You truly love your father dont you?” Gold smiled and nodded.

“I love my dad a lot! And he loves me a lot too! That’s why I need to get back to him! So he doesn't worry.” Gold said happily. Dandi’s heart shattered as she felt the young girl’s happy energy. The pastel stick bit her lip.

“Oh my darling, I’m so sorry…” Dandi whispered. Gold looked at the older stick with confusion.

“What are you sorry for?” Gold asked curiously. Dandi took a breath, closing her eyes and muttering something that Gold couldnt hear.

“Gold, babes, I'm so sorry, but you can't go back to your father…” Gold’s smile quickly turned into a frown.

“Why?” Dandi bit her lip.

“Gods above. Gold, I'm not going to sugarcoat it for you, so brace yourself.” Dandi said as she held Gold’s shoulders.

“Y-you're scaring me. Why can't I go back to my dad?!” Gold demanded, tears welling up in her eyes once more.

“Darling, Gold… You're dead.”

(Prologue)-Chapter 1

(This will be a “fanfic” for now. One day, I do want to make this a comic. But I don’t have the time/will power to at the moment lol. I hope you enjoyed the story, and will continue to read as we go on)

[abbyrd]

omg hello hello !

could i please request a fluffy, kinda awkward but very cute, first kiss with mr george <3

fem or gn reader i dont mind!! :))

Love Letter ~ George Harrison x Reader

Request: omg hello hello!

could i please request a fluffy, kinda awkward but very cute, first kiss with mr george <3

fem or gn reader i don’t mind!! :))

A/N: Hello hello! I’ve been meaning to post something for like- a month. However, I had lost inspiration and kind of got burnt out for a bit, but now I’ve returned better than ever. Here’s a fluffy, kinda awkward, very cute first kiss for you <3 literally enjoyed writing this sm. I’m tryna get to more requests folks just to lyk ^_^ ALSO I went with teddy boy George for this

Word Count: 1,054 words!

Warnings: 1 curse word

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You huffed, balling up the piece of paper you were writing on as you got frustrated with how difficult making the contents sound just how you wanted them. You tossed it towards the bin and luckily it landed on the first try.

It was your second-to-last class of the day, which meant that you had to get the letter done by the end of this class, or before your next class. The reason for that was because George sat right next to you in that class. And why was that a problem?

You were writing him a love letter. You intended for it to tell all of your feelings for the pointy-toothed, guitar-playing, adorable boy. It sounded lovely in your head, but on the paper it sounded rather sappy and cheesy.

You tore out another sheet of paper from your notebook, and laid it in front of you on your desk. The dark grey point of your pencil drifted to the start of the first line, and you caught your bottom lip between your teeth, staring down at the paper as you thought of how to phrase your confession.

Suddenly, the chime of the school bell echoed through the classroom, signaling that class was over and it was time for the next. You panicked, quickly jotting down something and then stuffing it between the pages of your notebook.

You slung your bag over your shoulder, holding your notebook tightly to your chest as you walked to your next class. It wasn’t very far, so you made it there before the majority of the class. You took your seat and watched the door for a certain someone.

“George!” You exclaimed with a smile as he entered the classroom. He looked at you, eagerly coming over to sit beside you with a grin spread across his heavenly sculpted face.

“Hiya love. How’s ya day been?” He asked, resting his head against his palm, elbow propped up against the desk as he gazed over at you.

“My day has been quite well, thanks for asking. What about yours?” You replied, mirroring his actions almost subconsciously.

“About the same. I’m so ready to just go home and get done with the day.” He sighed, glancing up at the teacher. You nodded in response, your gaze falling upon the teacher once she began to talk.

Class went on as normal, boring, you can George glancing at each other occasionally. When the bell rang, you sighed in relief that the school day was over. You stood up, putting everything in your bag when something caught your eye.

A piece of paper sticking out of your notebook. You swallowed anxiously, and quickly pulled it out and sat it on George’s desk while he was putting away his stuff.

“Bye, George.” You muttered as you zipped up your bag and exited the classroom, almost hurriedly.

Meanwhile, George had just zipped up his bag, and he saw the note on the desk. He raised an eyebrow as he carefully picked it up and unfolded it.

“hey George,

meet me at the pond in the park!”

At the bottom were two letters, and he recognized them as your initials though they were so scribbled that they were almost incoherent. He folded it back up and put it in his pocket, and then left.

You were waiting at the pond for a while, watching the orange and white fish swim around, occasionally dipping your fingers into the cold water. You wondered if he was even coming, though you knew it was uncharacteristic of him to not show up.

When you heard the distant crunching of the dry brown leaves that had been scattered about the park ground since the middle of October, you knew that George was there. You turned your head to the sound, and there he was.

He slowed once he got to you and sat on the ground in front of you, looking at the beautiful pond.

“Hey George.” You said, trying to play cool, though your heart was racing in your chest. For a second you pondered your decision, but his lovely voice picked up your attention.

“Ello again. The pond is always so beautiful, ‘specially ‘round this time of year, don’t cha think?” He ran his fingers through the water, retracting them when one of the fish began to slowly approach, taking interest in them.

You hummed in affirmation and giggled a bit at the fish. You picked up a pebble, and shook it between your two hands before releasing it like a dice.

The silence was thick, and slightly awkward.

“So-“

“Who-“

You both spoke at the same time.

“You talk first-“

“You go ahead-“

Again, you both spoke in unison, which lead to more silence, afraid that if you spoke again that you’d interrupt the other. Eventually, the silence grew more uncomfortable, so you decided to break it.

“I like you, George.” You blurted out, looking anywhere but him.

“Well, I like you too.” He replied, a smile on his face. You glanced at him and realized that he didn’t catch on.

“I like you more than friends.” You explained, running your hands through the grass. More silence.

You felt a hand gently grab your face, pulling it up. You made eye contact with him mere seconds before he unexpectedly pressed his lips against yours. Stupidly, you froze. After a few seconds he pulled away, frantically scooting back, further away from you.

“Oh god, you were kidding, weren’t you? Oh fuck, I never catch onto jokes like that, ‘m so sorry.” He apologized, avoiding any and all eye contact.

You were sure your face was bright red at this point. The corners of your mouth curved up into a smile.

“I meant it, George.” You mumbled, almost too quiet for him to hear. He looked at you, his wide eyes scanning your facial expression to try to tell if you were actually kidding or not. Gradually, his eyes held less and less of the sheer panic he’d just been in.

You crawled closer to him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt to pull him closer.

“‘M very glad you feel the same ‘bout me.” You whispered against his lips before returning the previous kiss.

If his heart wasn’t pounding before then, it sure was pounding now.

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