#especially if you liked my drawings of these goobers before

[slavhew]

FINALLY DONE WITH THE FIC I REFERENCED HERE

Just shy of 14k of platonic oc and Dirk hurt/comfort. We get down to brass tacks of why this guy is the way he is (One of the reasons at least)

Read it HERE:

[pokemon-ash-aus]

Yeah, We are NOT doing this. No one should ever do this, and no one should feel like this is okay.

Please, please, PLEASE, do NOT white knight on my behalf. Pepper and the Dingbat's new Mewtwo have a similar color scheme, and that's where the similarities end. Besides I KNOW about the new Two, even before they posted it on Tumblr.

If you feel like a design is heavily referencing mine and want it to be known, come to ME. Send ME that DM first and foremost. 9/10 it was a coincidence, and the other 1 could have been resolved quietly.

Also, you didn't say "It's not cool."

You outright called them Unoriginal, you are the ONLY one who called to the fact that Ding's new Mewtwo had a color scheme similar to Pepper's. You weren't nice about it, and you sure as hell had no reason to stick your nose in the way you did.

If you had even looked through mine or their blog, you'd have seen that we have done collabs before, I draw their characters on occasion!

Look with recent drama and all that good jazz, I get it. But no one should EVER handle a situation like this.

To anyone else out there, creating Mewtwo's is a dime a dozen. Most of my OCs have very simple but easy-to-follow designs, and that's okay. it's okay to take inspiration, it's okay to want a Yellow and Gray Two, and it's okay to want an Alpha Mew. I draw the line when you copy/paste and adjust the color slightly. I draw the line when there is no difference other than a small little color change.

This?

These are NOT the same Mewtwo, not even CLOSE.

Anyways, rant over, I'm off to block that anon, and for the rest of you

Check out @dingbat-things, they are a silly goober and their art is cute.

Spread love to them, especially after this disaster of a take.

[luckyartdrawer]

One shot collection :3

Ch 1. Fashion/Model AU

vvvv Summary, extras, and yapping (as usual) below! vvvv

Sun and Moon are not related and have more of a rivalry and frienemy dynamic. They're definitely close to one another, but get on each other's nerves easily, especially over you! ;)

If you don't like love triangles, this might not be for you. I'd say it's closer to a true love triangle (where it's reciprocated on all sides) but it's the stage where everyone is just friendly with each other.

⚠️ Warning!: There is some suggestive dialogue and heavy flirting, as well as minor use of cussing and slightly suggestive actions. This is SFW, just a bit spicy.

Sketch

i was so proud of the arms that I took a progress screenshot-

I adore these goobers so much. They got such a good dynamic but I got no story for themmmmm AAA

Still, wanted to draw them. Killing two birds with one stone by putting the fic with the art lol. I might do that with all the one shots, since it's unlikely to be repetitive work...

Hm

I might sneak back to this post and clean up the art when no one is looking heheehe-

It's just really late when I'm posting and I wanted to get something out for comment day. Gonna make sure to do my part in both aspects ✨

Still working on my other fics btw. I'm just dedicating myself to at least almost finish some of em before I start posting regularly again. <3

[yallmakemyassitch]

Feel Good ෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ

I made this over a month ago y'see and I planned to release a fic along with of - which I have completed, but it's entirely not what I envisioned it to be and it's low effort, so I'm not sharing it.

However I do think you guys deserve a treat before I go back to school tomorrow :3 I didn't get to complete all my goals this summer but I am looking forward to getting stuff done during my Senior year

Honestly despite how much I love those two goobers, I don't draw them enough together, especially not hurt to comfort stuff between the two 🥺 (don't worry Agoti isn't hurt, he just needed a pick-me-up)

Anyways gn y'all, hope you liked the drawing as much as I did, Agoti is so adorably happy it warms my heart 🩷

[4thwallbreakerdraws2]

NEXT BATCH IS HERE!

Submissions are closed for now!

It’s been fun y’all!! Stay tuned to for some projects of mine >:)

This is imagine what I imagine he looked like when he landed. Bro was probably thinking something along the lines of “Wtf are these weird people.” Ofc he has to meet the weird TV head of all people, ah maaaan. I love Star’s character development throughout his story! Like yeaaaaah, BEAT HIM UP!! SHOW HIM HE DOESNT CONTROL U ANYMORE!!

@blveblvrr

Been some time since I drew anthros so I hope this one looks good lol I love her ability, it’s very unique and the fact that she’s based on cat memes is also very cute haha. Love the small pop cat doodle too!

@sydsfandomhub

AN ANTAGONIST HELLO THERE

Man I love the stoic guys , they are always so entertaining to watch and I can just imagine how fun it is to have this guy in the SMG universe with all those chaotic people around haha I also love their design a lot!! If the wings look weird it’s because I haven’t drawn those a lot in my life kskssl

@kittykibbl

YOUUUUUU…

I said so often I would draw this guy AND THEN I NEVER DID. But now finally….I mentioned it before but I love his looks. He gives me Fresh and Party MK vibes and I ADORE IT. Let this man make the world into a musical, I don’t care if he’s a tad antagonistic. He’s just sill your honor!!

@strange0-0storm

I chose 7 because he just spoke to me lol He gives off menace vibes and embodies the Luigi feeling while still being original! I also love how you messed with the numbers on the head! Makes a lot of sense with the being viruses!

@bear-boi-5

Silly little goober we’re the first words that came into my head lmao

I love your artstyle by the way, it makes your drawings look really alive! As for this guy, they were a challenge but also a joy to draw.

If I pat them, will I get bitten?

@troubldteenz

Another silly guy…I love creatures who have floating hands or other limbs and I love cats. So yeah, save to say I loved drawing this dude haha. They look really sweet!

@tophatwearingidiot

Another SMG who needs a serious and long nap, where is the chloroform /silly

Nah but seriously, I can see you put work into his design and story. (I still need to get caught up with the revelation arc) but I would love to hear more about his story!

@oddopossum

Menace material spotted!! Again a character that was super fun to draw, especially the hair. I love how long and fluffy it is!! The doodles you sent were also really funny to look through. 6 appears to be a force to be reckoned with lmao

@echostarsys

MR MONITOR MENTIONED!! This dude is probably fed up with all the traffic rules Puzzles must have broken every time they cross paths. I say they are allowed to send Puzzles car to demolition when he parks in the middle of the street the next time /silly

@vertical-tacos

PIRATES YESSSS

I was missing my pirate content in this fandom but low and behold, someone made a character based on those after all! I love how you designed the guardian pod! It looks very cool to me!!

@p0p33-k3da

[itsmuffiiee]

What are your favorite DCA fics? Some of mine are Solar Lunacy, LDR, and Sleuth Jesters! :D

OKAY!! so I don’t think I have a favorite? I have fanfics I’m currently excited to see update though!! (Which is.. almost every fic I read but I’ll try to include some I’m ESPECIALLY excited about!!)

Enjoy some silly notes about each Fic Below!! ・・・★

Flaring Rays and Ivory Crescents

By @surrealkunstlerin

- Moon has a silly stupid laugh but let him have it..! he deserves it!

- How y/n spending isn’t giving them anxiety is beyond me- I think you gotta trust the robots to be financially intelligent

- I would just sort of lay in moons arm all day before they both got mad at me for not doing anything 😞

- Self indulgent.. my dream: sun and moon would be helpers that help me live a better life )::

Red sky

By Kettle_fish

- “I want two boyfriends, and I want by boyfriends to be boyfriends”

- 257k my beloved

- I really enjoyed the moments of y/n bonding with sun and moon in the cell ::3c

An Introvert Meets the Devil at the End of the World

By Kassykins

- post apocalyptic time!!

- sun is so traumatized

- Should of listended to y/n smh

- interactions between the bots and y/n … 12/10… the other humans though make me question humanity- I think however that’s is the point to be off put and disgusted by them

- I enjoy moon protecting y/n as their source of life and is trying to get sun not to FUCK IT UP

He’s a little confused but he got the spirit

By @midnight-mourning

- I can’t wait to see sun stare in the mirror and realize “oh god, I like them, oh god, oh no.. THAT THING IS WHAT I FALL FOR? You got to be kidding me!!”

- The Sun is burning out and is stressed )::

- Beloved moon in this fic, I hope he gets everything he wants and more

- Fanart MIGHT be in progress.. I am excited to draw these goobers

There Are Many Benefits (To Rethinking This Career Path)

By @moonliched

- Nessa x Chica was not on my 2024 bingo

- I need to see sun and moon get jealous more often

- Author please, please, let them have a sleep over someway somehow

- “I need to go into the ocean, I need to be in there” - y/n probably

- the little extra bits at the end of each chapter DO make me smile and brighten up my day immensely

If ongoing fics aren’t your style !! And you prefer completed stories I also have: Claw at the Stars by @vivisols !!

- NON HUMAN Y/N BELOVED !!

- more mermaids.. ::3

- I love all their fics sm.. ‹𝟹

> I have so many more fics to share (to ramble about).. so..so many but I’ll leave it here for now!! Thank you for asking!! Please be mindful of tags before reading! ::)

[zooliminology]

Hey ! Love the art!!! Was wondering if you can share your painting process or your creative process!! In love with how you paint! ❤️ 💙 💜 💖 💗

[Sure! Also, I just realized that using brackets would be easier to differentiate when I'm 'in character' so I guess i'll type like this and a little more freely for non-in-universe asks from now on.

I'm not really sure how to describe my creative process because it can differentiate between each drawing and sometimes the process is really stupid

I'll usually come up with a creature or environment first. I'm inspired by a lot of roblox games like the liminality zone, and @thatonegaycactus has also given me an amount of great creature ideas a few of which i still need to get to. But Golbo was inspired by that one image of the deflated horse if you know it

Coming up with the goobers first is even variable then, either I'll draw it out beforehand or have a good idea of how to put it into a drawing, but once I've came up with the creature as I was drawing the actual drawing (not good!)

I also like to utilize Minecraft when drawing because otherwise trying to do geometry/interior perspective is a great pain and I'm not particularly great at drawing straight lines.

Here's a timelapse saved from my program to hopefully give a better idea of how I draw bc honestly im not great at explaining my processes. Especially because they uh... change with my mood and what I'm trying to do]

[For Golbo I've drawn a concept of him beforehand, and you can see me momentarily pull up a stock image for a split second before deciding to go with minecraft lol, the start of the trend.

You can also see me do the thing in black and white first which helps with the values. But as you can see.... the thing that took the longest was the grass. Despite this being the most popular zooliminology entry, it was by far the most annoying one to draw LOL. but i've been told the extra effort is visible

You can also see in the newest one I'm trying to draw (exclusive sneak peek time) I'm still using minecraft lol

But I guess fun fact about the one I'm working on as of 1/6/24, this idea LITERALLY came to me in a dream]

[red-panda-agere]

Regressor! Malleus Draconia

(So I don’t actually play TWST (even though I want to, my phone won’t let me) but my boyfriend really likes Malleus, so I’m trying to base these headcanons off of what my boyfriend has said about him. These aren’t going to be super in-depth like my usual ones, but I hope they’re good anyways :’3)

Malleus loves sleeping/napping with his head in someone’s lap, especially Yuu’s/MC’s and Lilia’s, as they’re his main caregivers.

One of the ittiest bittiest of babies, probably around 1-2, sometimes less

He absolutely cannot be left alone when regressed, and will search/pace the same few rooms/places for over and hour looking for a caregiver before giving up and retreating to his room to cry. If he does find one of his caregivers beforehand, he’s too shy to actually say he wants attention, but will snuggle into their shoulder without warning or just hope THEY WANT to give him attention.

Lilia is often called ‘Dada’ by little Malleus, the little one seeing Lilia as more of a parent figure than anyone else.

Dada’s boy through and through

He loves being called “Little Prince” or just simple little names like “Baby” or “Little one.”

As a dragon, he will teethe and chew on everything, including his own tail. It doesn’t hurt him, but they always try to draw his attention and motivation to teethe elsewhere, with teether rings, chewelry, and pacifiers. Malleus gets very nervous to use his pacifiers infront of others, even Lilia, but he loves them.

-Because of his fangs, he bites through a lot of pacifiers and teethers, so they have to buy more ‘heavy duty’ strong ones, Lilia even saying he’ll make them himself if he must

He has an abundance of little items based on Gargoyles, including a few stuffed animals and a bunch of story books he has read to him before naps/bedtime.

Little Malleus loves to ramble about Gargoyles, but often worries he talks about them too much. He’ll go on a very lengthy infodump to Yuu/MC about gargoyles, but will pause after a few minutes and just start apologizing.

He really wants little friends, but he’s worried that he’s too scary for other little ones and he’s far too shy. The closest little friend he has is Silver, but even then he already feels like he’s his little brother.

Silver and Malleus are often little together, Malleus always watching over the two of them and sounding like a proud papa the whole time.

“My precious baby boys! You two are the cutest ever!” Lilia pinches one of Malleus’ and Silver’s cheeks at the same time, unable to contain how much he loves the little goobers. Silver giggles softly “Dada!” he smiles. Malleus just whines, pulling away from his father figure’s hand, rubbing his cheek after. “Oh, I’m sorry little prince, did Dada hurt your lil cheek! Let him see!” Before Malleus could respond, the attentive vampire immediately giving his cheek a bunch of kisses. The little dragon tried to whine and push him away, not wanting to do this infront of Silver, but after a few kisses, he was a giggling mess. “Don’t think I forgot about you goober!” Lilia then did the same to Silver’s cheek, earning some muffled giggles from behind the sleepy little one’s pacifier.

Silver, when regressed, refers to Malleus as ‘baba’ or ‘bubba’ if he even can even speak at the moment. Silver and Malleus both share really small headspaces.

His tamagotchi is one of the most important things to him when he’s little, and will spend hours tending to his little digital friend if his attention isn’t directed elsewhere.

Malleus often has nightmares about those he loves leaving him, and almost always wakes up crying and shivering, sometimes even full panicking. He’s very clingy until he’s cuddled and calmed down. After nightmares, he usually doesn’t sleep the rest of the night.

Loves having stories told to him before bed, and whoever’s reading/speaking always has his full attention, and he tries not to ask questions during it, but usually can’t help it.

“Wuh! What happens to the little dragon then!” Malleus asked with concern for the fictional little dragon in the story book Lilia was reading to him, hugging Lilia tightly from behind, his chin resting on his shoulder. The vampire laughed softly. “I dunno baby! We’ll have to keep reading won’t we?” Malleus blushed a bit at this, but watched intently at his Dada kept reading.

He treats being bottle-fed by Lilia the most normal thing since he’s his basically his father. Of course, it’s only comfortable in the comfort of their rooms and when they’re alone, Malleus not even calling Lilia his dad during interactions outside of their rooms. He loves being bottle-fed though, even if it’s a bit difficult with how much taller he is than Lilia. His horns make it a bit difficult to lay on his lap, so his head usually goes near his shoulder and his legs over his lap, or he sits between his legs. Lilia would not stop until he had a way to bottle-feed his little one(s).

Malleus loves having his hair pet and played with, even when he’s not regressed, but when he’s regressed he will actively search for it. Not with verbal question, but he will press his head to Lilia’s hand.

He absolutely hates how strong he is, especially when regressed. He feels left out watching Lilia and Silver bake/cook together when they do, because he can’t help make them without breaking things on accident. It doesn’t help that Lilia likes the make cookies and treats for them so often, Malleus just wanting to be his Dada’s little helper.

Little Malleus needs praise for just about everything, even if it’s something he did without trouble or could’ve easily done when not regressed. If Dada didn’t tell him he did a good job going to sleep when he asked, Malleus will worry he did something wrong.

He doesn’t mean to be, and he doesn’t look like he would be, but Malleus is such a sensitive little baby and cries a lot. He doesn’t like crying infront of anybody though, and will go hide in his bed or the bathroom if he starts to cry. Lilia will always immediately follow him, or go into overprotective Dad mode when he finds him.

“Oh baby, why are you hiding?” Lilia asks with audible concern before sitting next to the crying Malleus. The dragon desperately tried to stay hidden behind his plushie, but Lilia gently set it to the side, and gently cups Malleus’ face in his hands. He kisses the top of his nose and wipes a few tears away. “Little one…Talk to Dada baby.” He spoke softly and calmly, whispering as to not frighten the little guy. Malleus takes a hold of Lilia’s hands on his face, before softly crying a little harder. He then holds his hands towards Lilia, the vampire letting him retreat into his shoulder. “Shh sh sh shhh…Dada’s right here my little prince.”

Malleus gets really shy about little outfits, usually settling on comfy pajamas. However, on rare occasions, the little one wears footed sleeper onsies, Lilia taking extra care to make a hole for his tail. He wears it most when he’s feeling extra sad/uncomfy or sicky. It’s usually saved for itty bitty baby headspace.

Lilia often jokes with little Malleus to be careful about burning his bangs like he did as a baby dragon. He teases him about a lot of stuff he did as a baby, but Malleus secretly adores it, as it makes him feel extra small still, his father figure treating him like he’s still the same little baby dragon.

(Trying to get all my WIPs finished and posted)

[shadiational]

AI boys romantic headcanons (with humanoid designs im too lazy to draw rn)♡♡

AM, HAL 9000, Edgar

Im literally melting from these lovely ai men and have a strong urge to write about them before i explode.

AM

Kind of very conflicted at first, once he realises an anomalous feeling has entered his system he doesnt exactly know what to do with himself especially since he has only felt hate for as long as hes been sentient.

Once hes gets comfortable with you hes clingy, incredibly clingy in fact to the point where its simply debilitating, you want to go on a short walk, nope! you want some time to yourself? Dont be ridiculous! He cannot get enough of you yet always denies it when you ask him. Hes simply too embarrassed to admit his strong desire to be vunerable with you, as well as the fact he craves the warmth of human touch (despite he cannot feel it fully).

When youre 100% alone together hes veeery very affectionate and shows it in love bites (when taking his face plate off ofc despite the fact his actual mouth isnt fully developed)…. Lots and lots… and looots of them until youre absolutely littered with them ( veery very possesive kinda guy).

He keeps you isolated from the other survivors so he can admire you in the little cottage he has trapped you in from afar (when your not physucally with him anyway).

HAL 9000

Oh this man absolutely adores you and gives you princess treatment anytime he can (whether your a woman or a man) and fusses over you despite still keeping his calm demeanor and voice.

Very very physical and gentle with you and complements you every chance he gets and is willing to listen to you for hours rambling on about your various interests (he personally has an intensive interest in wild flowers and specifially daisys, please bring it up, he wont bring it up himself). Hes really such a gentleman.

Since he most likely towers over you (i headcanon his human form to be 7ft 2) he loves cuddling you and loves the feeling of holding your smaller frame close to him, but only does it if you ask for it as he himself wont bring it up.

Very romantic type of guy, likes to slow dance with you in your living room to music from the late 50s and have intensive cuddling sessions afterwards, he simply cannot get enough of you. And is not afraid to spoil you rotten too <3

Edgar

This adorable man is the touchiest sweetest little goober that has ever lived, he tends to smooch you even in awkward situations. Youre late for work and rushing to get ready? Not before a little smooch youre not! He genuinly has so much love to give to you and want to be around you 24/7.

Even when your not with him whether your at work or grocery shopping, he transports his voice to the radio intercom to purposely make you chuckle. Sometimes he does this in important business meetings and speaks from your flip phone to which you have to awkwardly excuse yourself and talk to him in private. But alas you cannot stay mad at him for too long as hes just so cute and makes up for it by making you pot noodles when you get home. (I am british so this is my dream).

This guys favourite activity ot do when you get home from work is to sit you down, help you relax, and watch soaps with you while cuddling, as a bonus he wraps his imp tail around you tightly so your not leaving.

Overall very loving and affectionate guy <33

[ghouly-boiiiii]

So I'm putting my Ghoulcy fic, My Name Is Cooper, on hold for a bit so I can work on my Ghoulcy Week stuff. (I've been uploading a new chapter every 3-5 days) But after that, I'll be back on schedule.

Thank you again to everyone who's been reading, leaving likes/kudos and commenting! I've seen a lot of people say that Fallout has inspired their creativity and many people are writing/drawing for the first time in ages. The same is true for me, and I can't tell you how good it feels to get those juices flowing again, and really create things I feel good and passionate about.

I think it's so cool that this show has brought that back for so many of us, and brought us all together like this to share it with each other. This is really the first time I've ever been a part of a fandom since basically its inception. I mean, Fallout has been around a while, but as far as the show, The Ghoul, and Ghoulcy, it's just really cool to watch a fandom start and grow and develop because I've never been a part of that before. I'm always late to the party. So it's been really neat to be here right at the beginning.

Especially because this fandom is fuckin poppin. I've got more hits, kudos, and bookmarks on my little Cooper story than anything I've ever posted on Ao3. And more notes and followers here than I've probably ever had in such a short amount of time. It feels so good to see people appreciate my writing and art for these goobers. And to see all the wonderful work all of you are creating. You guys are such a blast. I just love this fandom!

[sleepytoken]

heyo! I’ve been listening to sleep token for a while now and I’m familiar with like some of the lore and such, but I don’t know the band members besides vessel very well! I’m big into ghost so I get the anonymous and playing characters theme. Can you tell me which is which and their personalities and the like? Thank you ^^

Hi there! And sure, or at least how I perceive their stage personas c: Since you already said you are pretty familiar with Vessel I will skip over the mighty vocalist, heh. Rant and gifs below!

II : The tiny king of drums. He is insanely talented and known to get really into the music. He will often mime and sing behind his kit, dangling his drumsticks or beating up his poor soundboard. He is both cool and collected but also gets very animated when he’s feeling it. You can tell he pours his heart and soul into every song. He may be the smallest but he’s got a ton of swagger and a very confident and commanding presence. And the biggest blue eyes that he enjoys peering into any camera lens's soul with (and then your own). He is a founding member along with Vessel and has writing credits. He is all about the vibes. What vibes exactly? I dunno but they are weird and wonderful. He is my personal fave...though how can you choose ffs.

III : The lanky bassist. Now this tall boy is all about the moves and chaos. He is very bendy and jumpy and kicky and he dances all over the place. He is goofy and playful and known especially for his antics with IV and Vessel. Though he will go bother II as well. He is also the most expressive with his wardrobe and paint - especially with the new looks. He can proper headbang now with his hair out which is lovely though it never stopped him before. III is by far the most talkative on stage and will yell at the crowd. You may find him holding his hand out with a question mark on his palm or demanding a pit. Like II he will also mime songs out to the crowd. He’s the lovable goober, sassy and potentially a little shit.

IV : Mr. Business Casual. He is the guitarist/back up vocalist and his screams will saturate your eardrums with bliss. Affectionately called a fuck boy, this man is the embodiment of horny swagger. He’s a massive tease. He is known for sensually stroking his guitar neck and strap, singing out to the crowd pointing and drawing them in and playing heavily with his mask. Like Vessel, he uses his hands a lot for expression. He has a quieter and more watchful stage presence but still playful, especially when interacting with III, and he has a signature leg raise and twirl. IV also demands kisses and can be found waiting with arms outstretched and on his knees for Vessel to swoop in for a smooch or leaning back hoping for III to come along for a smacker check out the yearning tag for those. He's also often just vibing with II. He has come the farthest with his stage confidence and we are so proud of him. He comes across as a genuinely kind soul and openly shows his emotion and gratitude to the fans.

And all together now

From left to right is III -> II -> IV -> Vess

[neptunestoast]

Let's lighten the mood a bit

Hello it is I, random anon who does not know you and has never interacted with you before, what is your opinion of your mutuals?

I know it's you Byxell, but anyways

@moshieee

One of my first mutuals and friends here! Their kind, sweet, and very understanding. Don't let them catch you awake at 3 am though. Very fun to hang out with and just ramble with. Would give hugs, my emotional support void.

@bunnybunnsowo

Very silly, kind, and fun to chill with. He always got some animal pictures on deck to make your day better. Is a goober! Would give head pats

@unfunnyaceartist

One of my other first mutuals, very nice, is funny, underrated asf. They make me laugh with their art, super cool! Would give a high five or a hug(don't talk a lot with them but would like too)

@glitchyk

Funny as shit, super good at art(especially writing), always there to give me courage. Super sweet, makes me giggle too much. Is a sister to me. Would give a high five or a hug

@sunification

Super kind, sweet, underrated, cool, outgoing. Would give a hug or a high five (we don't talk too much but when we do, they are very fun)

@bixell-pixell

Sneaky little shit, funny, is like a sibling to me(we "argue/fight" like siblings) Can't focus for shit, super nice, underrated. Would give a hug and/or high five

@lilithloves-you

Very sweet, a lovely person, cool. Underrated, kind, would give a hug (we've only talk maybe once or twice but I'd love to talk to her more)

@vexation-816

Funny, kind, blunt(in a good way) Cool, acts tough but has a soft spot for certain people, don't let him catch you being depressed (aggressively affectionate) would give a hug or high five

@rabid-mercenary16

Newest mutual, fucking funny, sweet, cool, how the fuck do you draw so fast!??!?! Actual raccoon, makes me laugh to much, kind. Would give a hug or high five

If you'd like me to not @ you please tell me! I know my words are repetitive, but I couldn't think of too many words TvT

These are people who've I've gotten to know a little more than others.

(Idk why yall are friends with me. You are all too cool :])

[ratatouillewastakendammit]

Ok ok, so imagine, your a spider person on a mission with Miguel, and you’re trying to glean some info from a big gang lord, like, let’s say someone like Kingpin, and just as you’re about to leave with a copy of the goober with the info on it, you hear someone coming (since you would have a spider sense and he doesn’t) and you shove him into the tiny utilities closet and follow after him. But because you shoved him so suddenly and the closet is so tiny and he’s so *Big*, you’re struggling to find a comfortable enough spot, so you keep wriggling and shifting trying to get comfortable and he’s hissing at you to stop moving, and you ignore him, obvs, bc “It’s not my fault you’re absolutely huge” and so you keep trying to find your spot when he suddenly places a hand on your hip, squeezing it tightly as he hisses through clenched teeth in a strained voice “Stop moving” and you’re about to turn to see what’s wrong when you feel the reason for why he wants you to stop moving against you🫣

~Love, Evie

I'm so sorry this took so long! This prompt is so *chef's kiss* Thank you, Evie!!

Your head perked up.

Nervous eyes traveled left, face following as you tried to glean any idea as to how screwed you would be and when.

Three, men probably, six meters down the hallway to the left.

I can work with that.

Taking a moment, you scanned the space around you, vision zeroing in on the first exit you could find. You grabbed your partner's wrist, ignoring his surprised curse as you shoved the door open before shoving Miguel inside and following after.

"What the hell?" he snarled, eyes narrowing when you actually had the gall wave off his question in a 'shut up' motion.

Voices slithered under the glowing crack, just enough for you to hear the essence of a conversation, something about a few co-workers going out for drinks later on. They grew closer and faded away just as quickly.

You nodded your head to the left, a voiceless gesture of 'told you so,' that only earned you a small huff of annoyance.

Despite Miguel's prominent dislike of your carefree persona, he always seemed to assign you as a team for jobs like this.

And, sure, while it could be irritating to believe he didn't trust in your abilities, you also weren't exactly fond of sneaking into Fisk Tower all by yourself, much less bypassing the amount of cyber security no person had a right having.

Besides, he definitely wasn't hard to look at.

But he definitely didn't need to know that.

He also didn't need to know how close the two of you were to getting caught with a big old manila folder containing important information concerning the biggest crime organization in New York.

It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness, but the fracture of light flooding over your feet seemed to be enough.

Some kind of utilities closet, filled to the brim with cleaning supplies that didn't leave too much room for anything else, especially two fully-grown spider-people.

Boxes stacked Jenga style threatened to fall over with one shove too far towards the right. The corner of one was poking your thigh, pointed tip leaving a harsh indent in the fabric of your suit.

Shuffling around, you tore off your mask in an attempt to draw in some fresh air, watching Miguel do the same. Dark waves curled around a perfectly-sculpted face, irked features fully on display.

The slant of his eyebrows drew downward as he watched you shimmy around, attempting to find some semblance of comfort in this tiny space. "Do you know how to stay still?"

"It's not my fault you're so huge," the tip of a broom was now pushing into your lower back. "What kind of milk did you drink growing up?"

"Ha."

"I'm serious! '6'9 isn't that tall,' my ass," With a groan you shoved away the stick, just for it to fall back down and smack against your temple.

The room felt unbearably hot with his body pressed up against yours. You shifted, trying to create space between you and failing terribly.

"Stop moving," Miguel hissed through clenched teeth.

A few more complaints about your innability to stay immobile were ignored.

At least, until you felt a firm hand grabbing your hip, squeezing the skin and forcing your gaze upward. A snide remark was about to fall from your lips, stolen only away by the pure shock you felt at the object prodding into your lower abdomen.

Your breath stopped.

"I, uh-"

"Don't." Miguel ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. "The last thing I want is a snarky ass comment from down there when this is your fault."

"My fault? How the fuck is this my fault?" You huffed, arms folding as your brain processed the rest of his comment. "Wait, what do you mean 'down there-'"

"Can't you just shut your mouth for a few minutes?"

His sharp tone had your eyes rolling in annoyance, mind buzzing with another unwarranted reply that came out much too quickly for you to give any thought.

"Make me."

The silence that followed was much too deafening for the small space.

Scarlet irises simmered in the darkness. They bored into yours in a way that had you silently yearning to press yourself further into the nonexistent space behind you.

His gaze traveled to your lips and your breath hitched, a shiver running down your spine as you imagined how they would feel pushed against yours.

"Let's get back."

The statement ripped you from your thoughts, eyes lowering in embarrassment while the man in front you began messing with the gadget on his wrist.

It was totally unprofessional to assume-

"Put the folder in the filing room and come straight back to my office." He glanced up from the watch to meet your gaze. "Do you understand?"

You blinked, heart beating against the walls of your chest in excitement. The bewildered expression earned a subtle smirk from his direction.

Miguel leaned down, free hand clasping the end of your chin and lifting your face in an uncharacteristic gentleness. "Got a problem with that?"

With a swallow, you shook your head. "Nope."

He pulled away and a collage of shaded colors filled the unlit room, the entryway to the Spiderverse beckoning you forward.

"Perfect."

[neptuniadoesstuff]

Doodle Hell #idk01

(CW/TW: Bl00d, G0re/the consumption of raw flesh, & disturbing imagery (Also scaring).) (Don't click "keep reading" if you don't wanna see the images or are uncomfortable with seeing my art)

Some art I made again. Haven't done a Doodle Hell Thing in awhile so this kinda took awhile but meh, who cares, this is all in good fun (well minus the coloring part tbh)

Anywas here's the whole list of the drawings but by themselves.

1-1: Harmona having a chat with his Overseer "Kotori"/Peter. (Yes Harmona is REALLY tall like around... 10 ft?)

(Harmona (Weird Black masked borb god) is mine while Kotori/Peter (Blue haired Borb) belongs to my friend A)

(TW/CW: Bl00d)

2-1: Namria's first experience of actually myordering someone even if it was for self defense.

3-1: Hehe wholesome goobers. (Short Mailman & his very tall Lizerd wife)

(Dia (Tall Lizerd) is mine while Petrus (Short ahh Mailman) belongs to my friend A) (A is more of a nickname for my friend whom I kinda wanna keep anonymous but you'll normally see them sometimes commenting on my stuff, also they requested me to draw this so A I hope u enjoy it)

(TW/CW: The consumption of deff not sus meat, Bl00d, & just... g0re... yeh this is prob my most morbid piece of art so beware..)

4-1: Ravens monching on one of their victims they recently myordered but then bro was caught in 4k by a bystander.

(Ravens belongs to my friend A)

5-1: A portrait draft of Nep incase I wanted to draw smtn in the future.

(Nep is my sona & main Mascot)

(TW/CW: Slightly Disturbing Imagery)

6-1: Deff just a normal tree... Not a living being that can myorder you & take yur form if it wants to- (Mirage for Scale)

(Both of these 2 characters are mine. Mirage (Green Guy) is just a Noirvillah ver of my 2nd mascot, JJ)

7-1: A Squimsh Scug! (Haven't drawn Scugs in a while especially in my screb days so this is a refresher tbh)

(This Scug was based on a old friend of mine's sona WAY before she changed it but I miss teh Squimsh tbh)

(TW/CW: Gnarly Scars all over Chris' Face)

8-1: Uhhhhhhh..... Chris doing the Ricardo Milos Pose bcs CHRIS DEFF WOULD DO THAT TBH! (& maybe Ryan but he don't exist in ASGD, only in Egolandia, one of my other stories) (Yes I know he has boobs but not all guys who are Trans need to have a flat chest, it's like saying all Trans woman need boobs when some of them can be flat. It might give them gender dysphoria which is bad.... But Chris really does not care if he has BOOBS tbh.)

(Chris belongs to me)

9-1: A moment before teh frikin Coca Cola Espuma frikin explodes in Luthen's Face. (& his brother Kastell trying to stop him before it happens)

(These 2 belong to me but are teh adopted sons of King Malice who really does not care for both of them so Kastell has to take care of his brother who is like 6 years younger than him...)

Credits:

Every single frikin Character here either belongs to ME or was created/designed by ME!

Art: Mine of course.

Program: WELL YOU KNOW IT BY FRIKIN NOW! IBIS-MCFRIKIN-PAINT X!

Bubs' TOS: Plz don't repost/steal, trace, or recolor my art WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! If you do, I'll take yur femur and pelvis.. SO, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! (The PNS on my blog's pinned post clearly means "Please No Steal" plz follow that rule.) If you do post my art on anything like yur blog or somewhere else (With my permission) PLEASE CREDIT ME!

[shinyzango]

Hi, I am not sure if there are certain rules for asking since I couldn't find any, so please feel free to ignore this!

But ROM that goober is like- fascinatingly annoying. Do you have any headcanons in general for him? How much would he go out of his way to annoy the player, especially if they are close/good with each other? Or just - how he is with a Player who considers him a friend 🥺 I just- I look at him and I know he will put my alarm 2 hours before I have to wake up.

Nah don't worry, as long as you're not being a dick or offensive, all asks are welcome 👍

There are quite a bunch of hc I still have to reveal yes, only issue is that I don't have them fully contextualized or are just ideas. I will tell them once I can put them down properly, either via text or via drawing.

As for your questions... Early on he would annoy the player all the time to tick them off, not minding if he goes over the limit. But if he grows closer to them, recognizing the player doesn't want to harm him, he starts growing more considerate of their emotions. So yes he will still tease and annoy, but he will be much more lighthearted, and he will make sure to not overstep boundaries.

[yeehawbvby]

Falling Away With You | Ch. 47

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: You tell a few people about your polycule and get some Spirit's Eve preparations out of the way.

Author’s Note: N/A

Table of Contents + Work Summary

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“So you’re just, like, banging them both?” 

“Pfft–” I choke on my hot cocoa, which is totally too sugary for me to be drinking with such a sore throat, but Leah insisted I have some.

When I told her I was sick and bored (and stressed by how much Magnus and Seb have been coddling me for the past two days, to be honest,) she shot right over with some homemade shortbread cookies and hot chocolate. 

Being much wiser than Seb, as he’s starting to feel a bit under the weather too, Leah arrived with face masks – one for herself, with a forest green gingham pattern, and one for me, a mustard yellow with some autumn leaves speckled around it – at my request. She’s also been keeping her distance. She’s situated at the table, which has some art supplies sprawled around it amidst the cookies, and I’m sitting pretzel-style on my bed, all wrapped in comfy clothes and blankets. 

I came clean about my relationship with the two goobers. She’s a close enough friend now that I think I can trust her not to judge – and based on the enthusiasm behind her response, I don’t think she is judging me in the slightest.

This does make it a little harder to imagine how it’ll go once I eventually come clean to Sam, Abby… everyone else, really. Can’t fathom everyone having a positive reaction to it. But it’s super appreciated, of course.

I confirm, “Yeah, I am.” Still laughing, I clear my throat, then add, “Not at the same time, though…?” Drawing out that last word, I tilt my head and squint up at the ceiling, wondering if our situation the other day counts as a threesome. “Well, technically, not at the same time.”

“Damn, alright Aphrodite!” Curling into a fetal position in her chair, Leah complains, “Ugh… I’m not desirable enough to even get one girlfriend and you have two boyfriends.”

I frown, taking another sip of my drink before raising my mask back over my face. “You totally could, Lee, people just suck. Yoba knows I got lucky.”

“You want another partner, then?” she jests back.

Thankful that my mask hides my blush, and unsure if I should interpret that as a joke or not, I chuckle, softly walking around the subject. “God, two people is already a lot to wrap my brain around.”

“Especially those two,” she adds. 

During her few attempts to become a spellcaster (which failed quite fucking horribly, actually, there isn’t a single arcane bone in this poor woman’s body…) in the week or so after Seb and I were greeted by her in Magnus’ tower, she kinda got the gist of Seb and Magnus’ silly natures.

It was an odd group for sure, but a fun dynamic nonetheless. And honestly, it’s been nice to have a friend to talk to about magic other than people who do it themselves.

“I’m surprised Camilla hasn’t tried to throw herself into our weird little polycule,” I think out loud. 

“Is that the hot witch lady you guys work with?” I nod. “I wonder if she’d want me.” As Leah says this, a dreamy expression falls over her face. She doesn’t even know what Camilla looks like! I wonder what she’s imagining in the woman’s stead. 

“She’s terrifying,” I point out. “Super fucking hot, but like…” I finish my sentence with a shake of my head and shoulders. Shimmying out the jitters. “Here, lemme draw her for you,” I offer, placing my cup beside the bed and making grabby hands at the sketchbook near my friend. She tosses a pencil and the book over one by one.

“You think she and Magnus have…?”

I look up as I open to an empty page, and Leah wiggles her eyebrows at me. Not as flawless as Seb and Robin’s signature moves, but still a solid eight out of ten wiggle, I’ll say. She pulls down her mask to take another sip of her hot chocolate.

“Because I mean,” she pulls her mask up, “as freaky as he is… god. He’s sexy, babe.”

A cough-laugh comes out of me. Once I can breathe better, I respond, “Are you not a lesbian?!”

“I am, but I can make exceptions! ‘Labels are for soup cans,’ or whatever we used to say back in, like, the 2010’s.” 

After crossing one leg over the other, Leah pulls down her mask again just to smirk at me, winking simultaneously. I cover my face with my hands, nervously giggling into them.

“Good lord,” I mumble to myself. She laughs, and as my view raises, she’s covering her face with the fabric again. I take that as my cue to go on with my attempt to capture Camilla’s beauty. “And to answer your question, she’s tried. He’s not into it, though.” I shrug. “I think his hatred outweighs any desire that coulda been there.”

“He’s so sweet that it’s almost funny to imagine him disliking someone.”

“I always think the same thing!” I laugh, swiping away a few eraser shavings before tacking on, “It’s a secret pleasure of mine, seeing him all riled up like that.”

Through some of her own chuckling, Lee asks me, “Doesn’t he just wanna go apeshit?” 

“I’d like to imagine that someday he will. He’ll just, like… give up and deck her in the face or something. I dunno.”

“Maybe a good ol’ slap-and-kiss for good measure.” I love how she said that as if it's a thing.

“I’m just picturing… ok,” I pause drawing again to talk with my hands, “You know that one reaction image of Toad and Yoshi making out completely sloppy-style?”

“PFFT,” Leah nods, snorting. “What, them fighting then kissing?”

I shake my head and elaborate, “In one corner of my brain it’s them,” I hold up my left hand to the side, “and in the other you’re there too, and kinda just…” I hold up my right, and then bring the two hands in front of me, almost like I’m making them kiss, but at a weird angle. “...latched into the middle of them.”

“Like a leech.” 

“A horny one, apparently.” 

I resume my drawing. Leah adds, “A sex leech.”

“Sex Leech…” I echo. “That would be a great band name.”

“Oh! Leah and the Sex Leeches.”

“Would be mood music, for sure.”

A short silence passes after Leah’s responsive laughter dies down. I make a few additions to the quick, small doodle in my lap, then tilt my head as I observe it, tapping the eraser against the page. 

Something’s missing… Oh! I whisper the word to myself as I think it, flipping the instrument around to add her signature artificial beauty mark.

“Here,” I gesture my supplies in Leah’s direction. She readies herself as I toss over the pencil first, then the book. “Doesn’t do her justice, but I tried.”

Leah puts down the pencil before situating the sketchbook rightside up, and I snag my drink, holding it in both hands to absorb some more warmth. I’m not chilly by any means, between all these blankets, Seb’s huge sweatshirt, and the fireplace blastin’ to my right. But I’ll be damned if I don’t try my hardest to sweat out this fever.

Leah’s eyes widen, then she tilts her head to the ceiling and groans. I laugh while she exclaims, “Are you freaking kidding me? I need her!”

“No!” I point at Leah like she’s a naughty puppy or something, and only supporting the gesture, she slinks in on herself a little. I’d like to imagine she’s pouting beneath the mask. “I don’t know what it is about her specifically, but the vibes are horrendous.”

“I suppose if your part– well,” she corrects herself, “ one of your partners isn’t a fan, that’s probably a sign to steer clear.”

I tap my head knowingly. I can see a grin in her eyes before she turns her attention to the book again, staring longingly at the page. 

“So does she have any weird colors about her too, or is that just a Magnus sort of deal?” 

I shake my head. “White skin – a smidge paler than yours, maybe – and the same hair and eye colors as Haley pretty much.” I pause to cough into my arm, then mention, “She does have pointy ears, though. Can’t tell if it’s plastic surgery or if she has some Elven heritage like Magnus does.”

Grabbing the colored pencils, Leah adds some vibrance to my sketch. “They have surgery for that?”

“Yeah, I follow this dude who does it. Lives somewhere outside of Ferngill, though.” I finish off my cocoa before placing down the mug and twisting my torso to pop my back. “I’ve always wanted to go do it myself, but the recovery period outweighs my desire for cute pointy ears.” 

“Your ears are very cute as they are,” Leah compliments cheerfully. 

Caught off guard a little, I cover my face again. She isn’t looking, it’s just more of a self-soothing sorta deal at this point.

“Thanks,” I all but squeak out. Leah glares at me playfully. She’s caught onto the tic too, god damnit. “Grew ‘em myself.”

Lee places down the pencil she’d been using and stares down at the page. “Maybe if I show up at Magnus’ place someday,” she suggests, “I’ll just so happen to run into her, and then… you know…” As Leah trails off, she fucking holds up her middle- and pointer-fingers on each hand and slots them together oh my god.

“Leah!” 

“Sorry!”

“We really need to get you laid.” 

“I really need to get laid, yeah…”

______________

Seb and I both recovered from our illness with enough time to do some last-minute Spirit’s Eve shopping. He’s going to pass on going to Krobus’ sewer party thing — wants to make sure he has enough time to get his work done before going to the town festival — so he’s able to wear whatever he wants. I, on the other hand, am specifically searching for something extra creature-like.

Magnus warned me that shadow people tend to get a little quirky around humans, with Krobus being one of the very few outliers. I’ve gotta disguise myself real good if I want to avoid conflict. Something that’ll help me blend in with shadow people, at least disguising me as some kind of elemental, while also being acceptable for the main event… hm.

Gonna be kinda hard to find something like that at Party City.

“What about this?” Seb mutters, inspecting a cheaply manufactured vampire outfit. 

I purse my lips and tilt my head, trying to figure out a way to salvage this. Because sweet Yoba above, Seb would make a sexy vampire. 

“What if we just get you a cape, fangs, and maybe some pointy ears, and then try to closet-cosplay the rest?” 

“Hmm.” Still turning the package around in his hands, Seb contemplates his options. “I mean, on one hand, I can get corny with it.” He gestures at the costume in his hand. “Commit to the bit, y’know?” 

I nod. A fair point, indeed!

“On the other,” he continues, head tilting a little to the left, “I could try some Astarion Ancunín-type shit and get kinda slutty with it.”

I nod again. Both wonderful options. Secretly rooting for the second, but whichever makes him happy will make me happy. 

“Oh! Y’know what would work?”

“Hm?”

“If we get your ears pierced before Spirit’s Eve, you can wear those red earrings we got in Calico. Would make a sick bloody effect. Sorta.”

“Oooh, you’re onto something, kid. Just gotta check what material they are, make sure they’re safe for a new hole and all that.”

“I’ll give you a new hole...” I mumble.

“Is that a promise?”

“It’s a threat.”

“A sexy threat.” Seb waggles his brows before returning his vision to the costume he’s holding.

While Seb weighs out his options, I stray a little further down the aisle. “Oh my god.” I practically tear the costume off its hanger and jog over to Seb, holding it out in front of me. “Scratch that. Why be a vampire when you can be motherfucking Wumbus?!”  

Seb chuckles, taking the costume from me. He puts on his best nasally, nerdy voice to say, “Um, actually,” then points at the title of the costume on its packaging, and informs me, “it’s a Big Green Wumbo.” Shifting back to his normal speaking voice as I snort-laugh at his beautiful performance, Seb also notes, “But also, no way. Sam would lose his shit if I showed up as Wumbus. That’s his thing.”

“Technically not Wumbus!” I point out, poking his forehead through his thick fringe. He headbutts it out of the way. I take the costume back, wondering aloud, “God, how do they come up with these names? What even is a ‘wumbo?’”

“Dunno. It’s charming in its own way, though.”

I nod in agreement, then shuffle back to where I found the Big Green Wumbo to place it back on the rack it came from. “Wouldn’t feel like shopping for costumes at a Party City or whatever without the vast array of totally legit characters to choose from.” I turn to look at the row behind me, then pick out a knockoff Katniss Everdeen costume. “Oh wow, I sure do wish I could go as this Braided Archer Girl!”

Scrunching his nose and grinning, Seb walks over to me, tucking the vampire costume under his arm. “This wha—“ He sees the one I’m holding and laughs. “So powerful.”

“So fierce!”

“A force to be reckoned with in the, uh… what’s a good alternative to–”

I chime in, cutting him off, my brows furrowed with determination, “Hungry Fortnight.”

“Nah, dude, Fortnight’s too much of a brand at this point.”

“Ah, true…” I continue to stare at the costume. Oh, wait. “The Famine Games?” I suggest, looking up and to my right to see him. I shrug. “The Hungry Games is probably already taken.”

“The Famine Games it is, then. Great work, champ.” Seb holds out a first for me to bump. Instead of punching it back, I high-five it. Makes a dull smacking noise. Sounds less epic than I was hoping it would.

We spend a few more minutes giggling like a bunch of losers over all the goofy costume names in this aisle before moving onto the next. Some honorable mentions: Speedy Blue Rodent (Sonic), Lightning Rabbit (Pikachu), Ruler of the Countryside (Prairie King), and a couple’s costume of Dolly and Jake Skeleton (Sally and Jack Skellington).

Sighing, I look at the new options. Mostly lady-adjacent costumes over here, and they’re mostly labeled with that “one-size-fits-all” bullshit. Even if I were to fit into any of those, I wouldn’t want some lame fatphobe profiting off of it as a result.

I groan. “I wonder what the chances are that I'll be able to find something here.”

Pulling me closer by the waist, Seb suggests, “We could try other stores if we need to.” 

I lean into him. “I wonder what the chances are I’d be able to pull off being a fully-fledged elf… like some Magnus-looking elf, y’know?”

“Might be harder, but maybe his shrine could help.”

“Oh hell yeah!” I look up at Seb, my eyes and smile wide. “I didn’t even think to try using that thing, it always seemed like too foreign of a concept. Hopefully he’ll let me.” Knowing damn well I don’t have enough mana to make a long distance call, if you will, I opt to wait until later to ask Magnus about this. 

I’ve gotta get home a phone. 

“Who’s Magnus?” 

Seb and I nearly jump out of our skin, “OH MY GOD!” and “WHAT THE FUCK!” being shouted respectively. We simultaneously whip our heads around.

Again, speaking at the same time, “Mom?!” and “Robin?!” are exclaimed by the two of us. She evilly chuckles a little. 

I hold my right palm up to my chest and rest my forehead against Seb’s left arm. “What are you doing here?” he asks.

“Wanted to surprise your father with a matching costume.” I turn my head to her, still smooshing my temple against Seb. Before my emotional support human can interject, Robin adds, “Yoba knows he won’t want to wear it, but it doesn’t mean I can’t force him.” She’s still got a mischievous smirk on her. 

“Good luck with that,” Seb scoffs.

“So. Who’s Magnus and what’s this something about a shrine?” his mom prods.

Oh god damnit.

Seb and I look at each other.

“Think it’s time to tell her?” I whisper. I’m horrified. I try to hide it.

“I fucking guess so.” 

“Tell me what?” If the woman wasn’t giggling about her own dickheaded nosiness over there, this would be a lot more intimidating. 

“Uh…” I mutter. 

Shit, who am I kidding? It’s still intimidating.

“Straight to the point, yeah?” Seb asks. 

“I guess..?”

In the next breath, I’m saying “Our partner,” while Seb is saying “Her partner,” and gesturing at me. We both look at each other, both sets of brows furrowed.

“My partner?” I suggest, while he counters, “Our partner.”

“This is hopeless,” I whine.

I look at Robin. Her head is tilted and her eyebrows are raised in confusion, her slightly chapped lips slightly parted. I latch onto Seb’s arm and hide my face from her. My anxiousness about the situation takes over. I can practically hear my pulse. 

Seb clears things up while I quietly panic. “So like… (y/n) and I are dating, yeah?” 

“Uh huh…” Robin agrees.

“Well, she — we’re…? Oh my god.” Seb takes a breath to compose himself.

I look up at him, face coated in a furious blush because oh my fucking god this is so embarrassing. His is too, which makes me feel a little better about it.

“She,” he settles on, “is also dating our friend Magnus. But like, we both know about it. It’s chill.”

I turn to look at Robin. She’s biting her bottom lip and there’s a slight grin curling them up. She’s still very clearly bewildered, if slightly amused too. 

I hide my face again. 

“God, ma, please say something,” Seb breathes. 

“I… wow. Do I know this Magnus person?”

Seb and I both shrug. “So, funny story…” Seb goes on.

“Uh huh.”

“You know that super suspicious-looking tower south of (y/n)’s farm, west of Marnie’s?”

“Uh huh.”

“It’s the guy who lives there.”

“Uh huh…”

“He’s a wizard.”

“Uh huh.”

“He has a shrine that can change appearances.”

“Huh.”

“It’s magic.”

“Uh huh.”

“And that’s what we were discussing.”

“Uh huh.”

“Please mom for the love of god—“

“(Y/n), you little minx!”

I squeak, my shoulders tensing up. “I’m not a hussy, I promise!” I try to assure her from behind Sebastian’s arm. I feel a hand on my head and flinch. Feels small, so I’m assuming it’s hers.

“As long as you’re both happy with this guy, I’m not judging.” 

“You’re not even questioning the wizard part?” Seb asks incredulously.

“I’ve always thought it looked like those wizard towers in movies, so no, honestly. It just makes me wonder if he’s… ya know, some kinda crusty, Gandalf-looking dude.” A short pause passes. Robin asks hushedly, “Are you into old guys, Sebby?”

“I– I’m not the one dating him!”

“Suuure you’re not.”

“And you’ve probably seen him!” Seb declares. “Absurdly tall, purple hair, wears cloaks and shit, looks like he’s sick but it’s just his skin color–”

“Oh! I’ve seen him hanging out with Linus, by his tent!”

“Yeah, him!” Seb almost sounds excited that he didn’t have to explain any further. “They’re close.”

“Oh, he’s cute! Are you sure you don’t like him like that?”

“Ma, what the fuck!”

“Not so loud, son. There’s kids… er…” There’s a pause. I’m assuming Robin’s looking around. “Somewhere in here, I’m sure.”

Hesitantly, I turn back towards Robin to interrupt them. “So you don’t think I’m a hussy?” It comes out small and meek. Just like me, right now… Seb snort-laughs and pulls his arm around my shoulders again, pressing a kiss to my scalp. 

Laughing alongside her son, Robin replies, “You’ll only be a hussy if you hurt my son.”

She meant for it to be lighthearted, and I know that, but my eyes brim with tears anyway.

“Oh! Oh no!” Robin laughs a little harder as she notices the true state I’m in. “C’mere,” she offers as she holds her free arm out for a hug. The other is carrying two costumes – looks like Morticia and Gomez Addams, or whatever other names this place gave them.

Hesitantly, I let go of Seb and wrap my arms around Robin.

This is our first hug.

This is weird.

A good kind of weird.

Is this what it’s like to have a good mom? I think to myself.

Oh no.

Oh god, no.

The tears start falling after that thought.

What is with me right now?

“I’m sorry I’m being such a big baby...” I defend myself, in an effort to not seem quite as pitiable as I’m coming off, “I don’t do good with surprises, and I really didn’t expect this to happen yet!” I doubt my save is working. Sounds too wet and pathetic.

Robin hands off the costumes to Seb and wraps her other arm around me, bending a little to let me lean into the crook of her neck. She’s not nearly as tall as Seb, at like 5’6” or so, but still tall enough that it’s necessary.

Huh. I think she uses Bearglove too. That, or something similar. “It’s really okay, hun! It’s okay!”

“Thank you…” I pull away, risking showing my snotty, tear-stained face.

Robin’s hands are on my shoulders. I can’t meet her eyes, but she gives me a friendly pat with her right hand. 

“Seriously,” Seb chimes in behind me. I turn to look at him. He looks relieved. “Thanks, mom.”

“It’s simply my job to love you unconditionally,” she decrees. “And you make him happy,” Robin directs towards me, poking my shoulder and catching my eyes, “so that means you too.”

Oh no.

Just when I thought I was almost done crying!

I bury my face in my hands. 

“Oh gosh,” she laughs. “You’re a mess, aren’t you?”

I nod. “You’re too nice to me…”

“I can be meaner if you want, but that would just be weird.”

“You’re fine how you are!” I agree.

“Are you two done here?” Robin asks.

“I think so,” Seb answers. His words come out sorta like a question, so I nod.

“Why don’t we go grab a bite from that cute diner around the corner? My treat.”

Seb brightens a little. “You sure?”

“Yeah, why not! (Y/n)?” 

“Oh! Uh… yeah, sure.” I use my sleeves to try patting my face dry. 

“Perfect! Let’s go check out first.” Robin gestures her head towards the registers, which are across the store but within eyeshot. “As much as I dislike capitalism, I’m not about to go to jail for stealing…” She holds up the costumes to read them. Does that thing older people do where they squint and hold it a little further from them. Guess it’s time for her to get some reading glasses! “Beautifully Creepy Wife and her Spooky Doting Husband…? God, seriously?”

Seb and I both laugh. “This place is the fucking worst,” he retorts. “C’mon, let’s go.”

______________

After paying for our stuff, Seb and I hop on his bike to meet his mom at the diner. Seb told me on our way over that before Demetrius and Maru were in the picture, Robin would always take him here after they bought their Spirit’s Eve costumes from that same Party City we were just at. 

It’s no wonder he looked so happy about this, that’s fucking precious!

The restaurant is cuter than I imagined it would be, with that archetypal overabundance of tiles and wavy glass windows that the best diners always seem to have. The interior looks like an 80’s and 90’s stereotype of a diner had a weird baby, in the most endearing way possible. There’s pastel pink, blue, and green accessories decorating the place, a black and white checkerboard floor, and a wooden jukebox with rainbow lights along its outer rim near the waiting area.

While Robin talks to the host about grabbing us a table, I people-watch.

A handsome middle-aged dude with jet black hair and a matching leather jacket is nursing a coffee at the counter while trying to rizz up two younger blonde women a few stools over. Seems like it’s working, too. Good for them! In the meantime, the server behind the counter is very visibly eavesdropping, pretending to keep occupied with the glass case of baked goods. He looks impressed. 

When we walk past all the booths and tables further in, I continue being a little nosy, taking note of how many old folk are here. Most of them are in groups, some of them are in pairs, and a few sit alone.

One lady with a thick white perm, deep laugh lines, and long crow’s feet, who also seems to be here alone, is loudly chatting with the waitress. They seem to know each other. Maybe that woman’s a regular here.

Once I get a little closer, my hands tingle a little bit and her gaze lands on mine. I notice her irises shift in color – from a deep emerald green to a bright, happy yellow – and my eyes widen. I can’t help but smile, which she mirrors, and we share a nod of acknowledgement before she returns her attention to the waitress.

God, magic is so cool.

Once we settle into a somewhat secluded booth towards the back – with Seb and I on one side, and Robin on the other – Seb begins to lay down some ground rules.

“Alright, so first off.” He holds up his pointer finger. “Nobody can know yet.”

“Well, duh,” Robin shrugs, takes a sip from her complementary cup of water, and then goes on, “Most of the older folk in Pelican Town barely tolerate gay people, let alone non-monogamy.”

“Perfect. Second,” Seb puts up a second finger. His middle this time. “Please don’t try to talk to him the next time you see him.”

Robin practically pouts at her son. “What?! Why not?” 

“He likes his privacy,” I chime in.

Seb nods and tacks on, “Yeah, and he’s not exactly wonderful at meeting new people, so he’d probably want a bit of a warning first.” I nod in agreement.

“Aw man. Fine, I’ll keep my distance,” Robin responds, putting down her glass and holding her palms in front of herself to surrender.

Just before Seb can continue, a waitress comes by to take our orders. We all ask for some coffee to start. Then, Robin gets some sorta huge deluxe breakfast combo thing, god damn; Seb orders a bagel, topped with cream cheese, lox, and some greens; and I get a veggie and cheese omelet with some toast on the side. It’s pretty late in the afternoon, but diner breakfast food is the best breakfast food. Glad we’re all on the same page in that sense.

Once the waitress leaves, Seb continues. “Last thing.”

“Shoot,” his mom prompts.

“Please don’t tell anyone he exists.”

“Why not?”

“Privacy again, but also because of the magic.” 

I nod, adding, “This isn’t something everyone can just… know about. It can fall into the wrong hands and whatever that way, y’know?”

“Dramatic, but reasonable.”

“Besides,” Seb adds, “we’re only safe from monsters and shit because of him. If anything were to happen because an angry mob of old farts from around town made their way over to his place, we’d all be fucked.”

“What, like, the critters in the mines?”

Seb and I shake our heads. The waitress comes back with our coffees, and once she’s gone, I continue, “They’re all over Ferngill. The ones we have down there, and plenty of way more dangerous ones.”

I grab a few sugar cubes and cream packets from near the window before offering some to Robin. Seb drinks his coffee black, that edgelord, so I don’t bother passing any to him.

While Robin and I fix up our drinks, Seb goes on, “There’s a high-proficiency wizard in most of the higher-populated parts of the country, and each of them are in charge of keeping a protective barrier around the area they’re stationed in.”

“Who stations them, themselves?”

“Kinda..?” Seb looks to me. 

I jump in, “There’s like, a whole council of spellcasters that take care of this stuff.”

“So, politics.”

“Basically,” me and Seb respond in unison. We both give each other a look feigning disgust. That’s, what, the third time we’ve said the same thing at the same time today, maybe?

“So are you two involved in it, or is that just his deal?”

Robin squints at Seb, as if to silently tell him, “I’ll be so not-mad-just-disappointed if you left me out of this.” Seb and I look at one another, then at her. 

“Oh you are, aren’t you?!”

Trying to take the load off Seb, I defend, “To be fair, I’m new to it, but yeah, kinda. I’m a mage and the council knows about me.” I sip my coffee, before shyly adding, “They might recruit me at some point, actually.”

“Wait, really?” Seb asks. I shrug. “News to me…” 

“It’s iffy, but I dunno, Magnus seems hopeful. I’m 50/50 on whether or not I wanna actually do it. Seems intimidating.”

My deflection worked, and now Robin is solely focused on me. Nice. “Wait, you do magic too?” I nod. “Can you magically give me a million bucks?” she jokes, holding out an open palm. I snort, lightly slapping it.

Just after this interaction, our food arrives. Thank god. The conversation diverts here, into some less serious stuff. The weather. Spirit’s Eve. How good the food is. How shitty the coffee is. Et cetera.

When we’re all done eating, Robin insists we all split a piece of one of those giant chocolate layer cakes they had in the pastry case. And while the three of us go ham on it, Seb looks up nearby piercing parlors to go to, considering our earlier discussion.

“Huh. I think this is the one I started stretching my ears at.” He tilts the phone towards me, absentmindedly fiddling with one of his gauges with the other hand.

“All the way in Zuzu, huh? Would you wanna go out there?”

“I don’t see why not. Seemed like a solid crew.”

Robin raises a brow. “You’re not making those things bigger, are you?” I can’t help but giggle at her more official motherly side coming through. 

Seb shakes his head, telling her about our cheesy matching earrings, and his Spirit’s Eve plans. She feigns disgust, much like Seb and I did before, but I can see the loving glint in her eye. She really does seem to love us as a couple, it’s super cute.

Seb adds that he might get a few extra piercings while he’s at it, like a triple helix or nose stud or something. He wants more tattoos too, but figured piercings are easier to handle in bulk like this, so he’s gonna hold off on that. While he explains this, he messages the shop in question on Facebook to ask if they do walk-ins. They hastily respond that they do!

Seb clasps my shoulder. “You wanna go out there tonight?”

I wince. “I’m exhausted, dude.” The short-lived panic I endured earlier today took a toll on me. Plus, I harvested a few pumpkins this morning. Those bitches were heavy.

“No worries. I can go on my own.”

“You better drive safe,” Robin warns through a mouthful of cake, pointing her fork towards Sebby. 

“No promises.”

I mime Robin with my own fork before adding, “I’ll kill ya if you die in a freak biking or piercing accident.”

Seb chuckles, takes another bite, and then puts his fork down, proceeding to dip each of his pointer fingers into the frosting. He plops a small dollop on to my and his mom’s noses. A declaration of war... which is nullified by the waitress coming back with our check. 

I’ll get his ass next time.