#gum wrapper art

[ididacreativeithink]

i got SUPER bored today so i made an eye (the texture of the binder made it hard to get a good photo)

gum wrapper foil on the back of a plastic binder. made 2/27/24

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Mars Attacks trading cards wax wrapper (1962)

[riseupriseupandcomealong]

hey did you know that you can make illuminated manuscripts out of office supplies when you run out of tasks?

(thank youuu @an-ruraiocht for your insular minuscule notes)

[peenballs3000]

I thought i posted this but turns out it never uploaded

[imaginarytoon1]

The Daycare Attendant - FNAF: Security Breach

I drew this character on two clean gum wrappers that I had lying around on my desk. The drawing on the bottom was my attempt to draw the Daycare Attendant from memory, and it was a pretty interesting challenge. As for the one on top, I used some references and took it a step further by adding some color.

[corrodedbisexual]

I just realized this jacket is so underrated for Steddie.

Because Eddie would be an absolute menace about that shoulder pocket. He'd keep trying to sneak things into it just to see how much he can get away with.

He gets away with it all the time.

Eddie is so damn proud of himself. He is the reverse Artful Dodger. Absolute sleight of hand god. Natural 20 every damn time.

Meanwhile, Steve just patiently waits and deliberately keeps looking away until he's sure his gremlin boyfriend's fingers are no longer wriggling into his pocket. The biggest challenge is not laughing at Eddie's fake innocent expression when Steve looks at him right after another mischief. He finds it absolutely hilarious that Eddie genuinely seems to think he's being super sneaky, so he keeps humoring him.

Occasionally Steve realizes his shoulder is getting considerably heavy, or something starts digging into his flesh, and he sighs and empties it all into a designated drawer in his bedroom. It's already full of little rocks of all shapes and colors, acorns, dry flowers, kids' marbles, bubble gum wrappers, bird feathers, beer caps and old movie tickets.

It's absolute trash, technically. A trash dragon hoard. But he doesn't have the heart to throw it all away. And he's glad he didn't, by the time their one year anniversary arrives, because Robin (who's in on the joke, obviously) gives him the coolest gift idea.

Steve arranges all the items inside a frame and covers them in epoxy resin. When he presents his gift to his boyfriend, Eddie's a total mess of simultaneously laughing, crying and trying to devour Steve's face. He proudly hangs this masterpiece up above his bed.

[therealbobatea]

Top 8 Things Calvin Has Put In His Mouth

Those 25 Cent Bouncy Balls- He thought they looked like gummies so he popped one in his mouth and chewed on it. He said it felt like a harder gummy and even insisted it had a fruity taste to it. (It did not. It was all in his head).

Andres Pencil- Sometimes Cal forgets to bring a pencil or loses his so he asks to borrow one from Andre. He always ends up chewing on it and it annoys Andre so much. He just let's Cal keep it because he doesn't want his "Cooties"

The liner of a cupcake- Whenever Cal gets a cupcake he ends up stuffing the wrapper in his mouth because of the leftover cupcake stuck to the wrapper. It's a 50/50 whether he'll spit it out of swallow it.

A Plastic Fork-He just kind of chews on plastic forks. He likes to either bite the prongs off or just chew on the fork.

Barbie Hands- While he's playing dolls with his sister and he just finds a stray hand in his room and he just chews on it. He just does it without thinking. He just loves chewing plastic

Perler Beads- Whenever Cal would make perler bead art he would chew on one because it felt like he was chewing on gum with no flavor. One time when he was with Andre he was chewing on one (even though Andre warned him not to) and started choking on it. He ended up swallowing it and Andre made fun of him because he told him so.

Plastic Straws- He likes folding up the straw in his mouth and he just kind of likes chewing on it and using his tongue to tie it into a knot

Andre- Do with this what you will.

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[trashmouth-richie]

masterlist

eddie x fem reader

chapter summary: how sweet it is, to be loved.

series summary: You were desperate for a roommate after Nancy got married and moved out. An ad in the paper goes unanswered until someone comes knocking on the door.

special thanks: to anyone and everyone who read a single chapter or kept up with this series to the end, thank you so much- this story wouldn’t be possible without your support.

author’s note: I can’t believe this is the final chapter for this series, I’m feeling so many emotions right now but mostly just love for Eddie and Tooty and everything in between. Thank you to anyone who has helped me beta ( @sweetsweetjellybean especially!)this story or fan girled with me over upcoming chapters. To any of the very talented artists who have made any art for this series, thank you so very much, each and every piece holds such a special place in my heart. To anyone who is mentioned in this story, thank you so so much, @loveshotzz @chechelia @carolmunson @mopeymopeymouse and everyone else— thank you for allowing me to include you in this series. To everyone who has liked, rb’d left a comment or interacted in any way with this series— THANK YOU. This series has brought such joy & heartache to me, and I’m so lucky to have people enjoy it. 🖤

Cereal

Hotdogs

Bananas

Jelly —grape, not strawberry

Bread

Crackers 

Toothpaste 

Noodles 

Chicken thighs— babe are you making fun of me?

Heartburn medicine

You tap the chewed cap of your pen along the lined paper of a scribble heavy grocery list. Desperately wishing you had x-ray vision to see inside your cabinets and remember what you were in need of, you chew the cap again.

Giggling to yourself every so often at Eddie’s notes on the grocery list. Crossing off items he thought weren’t needed, mostly vegetables he didn’t like. And always making sure you got his favorites. And not, “that healthy bullshit cereal, give me sugar or kill me babe, I will not eat Raisin Bran” 

Peanut butter 

Sunny D

Thyme 

Heavy cream

Basil

Carrots

Onions

Chicken stock

Hey sweetheart can you please get me some candy? I like skittles but you know I love m&ms.. and twizzlers, it’s for the shop. :) 

The lady behind the desk chirps a name again, but you are still racking your brain on what else was needed. The soup you had planned on making tonight would be perfect for the chilly weather rolling in. November was coming in like a lion, ferociously cold and temperatures already dipping below zero. 

Eddie loved your potato soup, so much that he begged you to make it after another long, grisly week at the shop. 

He loved everything you made, even your chili that he doctored up by adding sour cream and Doritos to it. Bon Appetit he would say with a smirk on his lips, a heaping bowl steaming in front of him. 

The clerk behind the desk tutted and huffed, the schedule was getting behind.  

“Tooty Munson! Is there a Tooty Munson here?”

You glance up quickly at the sound of your name, “shit,” you breathe, “here, yes,” you scramble shoving the list and pen into your purse, buried amongst the gum wrappers and a spilled container of tic-tacs. 

The receptionist clicks her papers against the formica counter and holds her nose in the air, as if this job and you were beneath her. 

“He’s ready for you now.”

—-

“…alright, Ed, did ya look o’er those applications yet? ‘Tween you D and Mike I don’t think we are going to be able to keep up everything that we got on the schedule.” 

Wayne’s eyebrows are raised as he looks over the bifocals perched on his nose. He had been scouring over the schedules and the books for the better half of the afternoon since lunch hour—trying to figure out how to swing their overloaded schedule. 

It wasn’t that they couldn’t do the work, they were simply short handed. After Boom closed his doors  in Hawkins, he had recommended to his regulars that they travel to Bridgeport to Master Mechanics to see Eddie and Wayne. Business was booming, and the Munson’s could barely keep up.

Early on, Wayne and Eddie decided they would only be open until noon on Saturday’s but now with the packed schedule, they worked til almost dark every night of the week, including some Sundays.

Wayne rubs his short nails through his scratchy mostly white scruff, “we can’t have these boys workin’ like this, they’ll quit on us before you can slap a tick.”

Eddie was leaning against the doorway, a bottle of Coca Cola held limp in his hand, a greasy rag stuffed in his back pocket. 

“Yeah,” he yawns, stretching out his back, “let’s hire ‘em all, we need the extra hands, or I’m gonna need an extra back.”

Wayne grunts in confirmation. The highlighter squeaks as it’s drug across the phone numbers on the applications, “I’ll call ‘em first thing in the morning,” he straightens up his desk and shoves the papers into a drawer. 

His glasses clink as he folds them up and lays them next to a picture of the newlywed Munson’s. He leans back in his chair, the leather crinkling beneath his worn coveralls, “I’m callin’ it for the day,” he exhaled, staring up at the ceiling, “it’s been one helluva week and I’m shot, tell the boys to go home to their wives.” 

“and you too,” he points, “go take care of your wife, Ed, tell her I hope she starts to feelin’ better.” 

Eddie’s curls bounce as he nods his head, completely drained from the week, shit maybe he was getting sick too? “she went to the doctor today, probably just the flu, Max told her it was going around.” 

“Well then,” Wayne says, standing up and clicking off the table lamp, “take tomorrow off and rest–

both of ya, hear me?” 

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” 

—

Eddie’s tires crunch on the ice and hard packed snow of the driveway, a silent serenity, meaning he is only moments away from holding you in his arms, seconds away from kissing your lips, and if he was lucky, minutes from eating something delicious to fill his grumbling stomach. 

He throws the truck into neutral, killing the engine and tossing the keys around his finger. Tracks from your Jeep tires lead into the garage he had built last spring. A huge project that your friends were paid in beer and a bonfire when it was all finished. 

Thrusting his sore hands into his canvas coat, he ducked his chin into the zipper and braved the asthma inducing gust of wind to the front door as it whipped through his curls. 

The house was oddly quiet, only the hum of the refrigerator making any sort of sound. Usually when he came home you’d be playing the radio, or talking on the phone to Max or Nancy, greeting him with a pop of your head around the wall in the kitchen or from the hallway, the prettiest smile put on your lips. 

“Princess?” he called out in endearment as he untied his boots and put them on the shoe rack. His coatwas already hanging on its hook, usually next to your purse but your purse was thrown onto the arm chair, and your shoes were in the hallway like you had walked right out of them. 

He undid the buttons of his work blues, letting them hang at his waist like a mechanic cape. Socked feet trudge down the carpeted hallway, you must not be feeling any better, probably too exhausted to make it out of bed.

But Eddie was wrong.

You were perched on top of the comforter, coat still on but unzipped staring at the door waiting for his arrival, fuzzy socks on your wiggling toes. 

“Hey, handsome,” you said, trying to keep your pitch even. 

“There’s my girl,” his velvet voice wrapping around you like a hug as he crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for your left hand and kissing the finger that adorned the prettiest ring he’d ever bought, “how’s my beautiful wife?” 

It had been five months since you said I do. A June wedding in your own backyard, filled with friends who had served as family for years, gathered by your sides. 

“I forgot the potatoes,” you say blankly, a weird little smile on your face. 

Eddie sits down next to you, rubbing your thigh back and forth and letting out an exhausted yawn, “That’s alright, I can make us some grilled cheese if you’re up for—”

“I was looking at my grocery list, and couldn’t remember what I’d forgot.”

Eddie’s confused, but wants to reassure you that its no big deal, he’s a grown man he can certainly make supper for himself and his wife. “Sweetheart it’s okay, don’t beat yours—“

“Can’t make potato soup without potatoes.” And this time you laugh, kind of whimsically and in disbelief. 

His brows turn inward, still he just keeps reassuring you that everything is fine, “It’s okay Tooty, seriously. Let me go make you some—”

And for the third time tonight, you interrupted him, “doctor said that’s normal.”

He’s exhausted and is honestly more confused than he would like to admit, “what? The flu?” 

“No, no. “ you say, a twisted little smirk on your face, “forgetting things, throwing up in the morning, being exhausted… totally normal.” 

“Babe?” He moves to touch the back of his hand to your head, wincing when he realizes that he’s probably freezing.

“I was so scared the last time,” you whisper, teary eyed, “terrified.. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but now—.”

Eddie reaches for your cheeks, holding them softly, his eyes searching yours, desperate to figure out what the hell is going on, “what am I missing here? It’s normal to have… the flu?” 

“No, it’s not the flu,” you finally admit, looking up at him and rubbing the back of his hands with your thumbs, 

“Eddie, I’m pregnant.”

— 

You could fill an empty pool up from the tears that sprung from Eddie’s eyes that night. He was overjoyed, holding you tight while he wept into your hair. Kissing your belly and whispering to the baby. Small streaks of tears flowing down your swollen skin and the faded scar across your lower belly. 

Each month that ticked by, Eddie’s worry only doubled. 

The day after you had found out, he woke early. Watching as your chest rose and fell as you slept soundly in the original mock up of his hellfire shirt.

It was threadbare, cotton worn so thin it was practically see through— but you claimed it as your own back in the early days of your new relationship, hands on your hips and the infamous pout on your lip as you playfully argued with him about how it was now yours. 

Dusk painted the diamond covered ground from the fresh snow over night. Falling as delicately as his lips allover your skin. Soaking up the dainty noises from your throat when he carefully slid into you, tears spilling from both of your eyelashes, love filling the room more sweetly than it ever had before. 

The soft cotton of the blankets hugged your curves, and he exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he gazed down at his beautiful— now pregnant— wife. 

His sweet Tooty, carrying a gift more precious than gold. 

Kissing your cheek—he dressed quietly, scribbling a note on the bedside table about going into town for a bit, but to just relax in bed until he got home. 

-

You were having a dreamless sleep, not even sugarplums could dance in your head with the overwhelming exhaustion that your body was trying desperately to catch up from. 

Something cold then silky smooth brushed against your cheek, and a velvet voice sang a little good morning greeting into your ear. Your loving husband. Pressing sweet angel kisses behind your ear and on your eyelids. 

Your bedroom was lit with the glow of a warm sun in the afternoon light. Playing a yellowed hue of warmth across your comforter, pulling the caramel color from Eddie’s curls and making his eyes look like a dreamy cup of coffee swirling with creamer. 

His lips hug yours, both smiling into one another. Heart swelling more than your toes would in the months to come. 

C’mon, got a surprise for you, princess. 

The spare bedroom that was once a room for band equipment, then Max’s bedroom for almost a year before she eventually moved in with Gareth and Will, now held storage, was completely organized, and held a wide array of items. 

A crib, brand new and still in the box, a pack n play, a swing, every box of diapers ranging from size 1 - 5, baby gates, outlet covers, fancy locks for cabinets and drawers, rubber bumpers for sharp corners and edges of tables. 

A bookshelf full of baby books, how to’s for new parents, nursery rhymes by mother goose, books suggesting baby names and their meanings, and a guide on how to quit smoking. 

Tucked into the corner of the room by the bookshelf and near the window, was a rocking chair. 

 “Eddie,” you gasp, running sleep from your eyes, “wh-what is all of this?” 

He’s smiling ear to ear, trying to curb his enthusiasm a tiny bit. “I might have gotten a little carried away.” 

Turning towards the shelf you see a plastic sack, full of candy and bubble gum, and mints. “Edward Joseph Munson.” 

“Don’t scold me, mama,” he jokes, grabbing onto your hips and kissing your hairline, “I’m just spoiling our baby.”

God you loved this man, he’d break his neck to give you the world. He was the most loving husband, and now you got to see him step into a new role. One completely foreign to you both, only have shared the idea for a few moments before it was ripped away. 

You lean into him, holding him tight and working your nose into the crook of his neck. “You’re gonna be the best dad, Eddie.”

He doesn’t hide the tear that slips down his cheek, just lets it slide and collect under his chin, his voice is quiet when he asks, “you really think so?”

“I know it.”

—

Wayne and Karen followed behind the new family in his pickup all the way home from the hospital. They were going to stay for a few days, help you both get adjusted to life as parents.

Karen and Nancy had filled your freezer with casseroles, soups and fresh bread. It was a hot July day when you were scheduled for the c section, and when it was all said and done four days in the hospital was more than enough and you were ready to be at home, snuggled up with your new family. 

It was a battle of which Munson man could shed the most tears. Eddie and Wayne were both wiping away tears for hours. Overjoyed with emotions that everyone was healthy. 

“No you don’t,” Wayne said as you reached for the back door to grab the diaper bag, “you go right inside and get comfy, get them legs up!”

You do as your told, leaving Wayne, Eddie and Karen to carry the load in. The hospital stay was overwhelmingly sweet, but you knew Eddie was itching to get back to normalcy, still not liking the way he felt cooped up in the hospital even though it had been years since you both had the horrifying visit. 

Bags and suitcases are carried in and set into your master bedroom to be unpacked later, bottles and diapers are stacked and put into their respectable places. Karen starts warming up the chicken casserole she had prepared earlier that day. Wayne fussed around with the new dishwasher that he and Eddie had installed the month prior. 

Throughout the commotion you had fallen asleep, legs propped up in the recliner, but you woke to the sound of the front door closing, and there he was.

Eddie was holding them both, large hands cocooned around their swaddled little bodies, crooked into each of his arms. Something he was nervous about but slowly getting the hang of, the nurses told him he was a natural, and Wayne wept into Karen’s shoulder when Eddie introduced the twins to their grandpa. 

His normal obnoxious voice was murmuring low and quiet like a soft lullaby so as not to stir awake the sleeping little babies. 

He looked at them both, adoration and tears springing into his eyes. He had never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life. How he could have helped make something so small and delicate, he wouldn’t understand. But, he didn’t need to. 

A boy, born first— with his dark eyes and brown hair, and later the little girl, almost identical to his Tooty, and just as stubborn, both already wrapped around his fingers.

He murmured their names, and caught your eye as he said it, a smile so wide on his face that you were sure new dimples would bust through his cheeks, and you only heard the end of what he was saying. 

If you would have told yourself five years ago that you would one day own a home, get married to and have twins with Eddie Munson, you would have laughed on the spot. That loud mouth jackass of a guy you had once regretted letting move into your home, had moved right into your heart and never left. 

The demons inside you both were finally at bay, finding solace in one another in more ways than you had thought possible. Being loved by Eddie was everything you had thought love should be like. 

And you pinch yourself to make sure it's real, and each and every time, it is. 

“…babies,” he says, a smile on his lips and tears in his eyes as he looks over at you, his family, “we’re home.” 

The end

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[yooglefics]

The casual type: 05 . The art of paying attention

Pairing: Min Yoongi x fem!reader Wordcount: 3,354 words Genre ( for the whole series ): AU. College!verse. Strangers to friends with benefits to ???. Eventual smut. Hurt / comfort at times. Fluff for cute friends. Summary:  ( Series ) • Hobi and his girlfriend set you up with a friend of hers to help with whatever happened months back. However, no one really expected things to end the way they did. ( Ep. 05 ) • Sometime the little details mean more than people think. More info under read more.

Includes ( this chapter ): The squad<3. Subin my love. And other new characters. A kind of out of nowhere jump in time ( just a few weeks ) because the writing just flowed like that, I don't know what to tell you. A mini-drama ( this is the spoiler I posted on ko-fi the other week ) and a bigger drama.  Author's note: so… I'm sorry this took so long to be updated Y_Y As you may know, inspiration hasn't been too good these days, but after some lovely comments and knowing people are interested in this story, I finally finished this chapter, so thank you! Also, let me know if you figured out what the drama was before the end, or if you had a theory about it, etc. Hopefully you like this one, and remember to leave a comment, reblog, send an ask, follow or what not, to help my motivation. Thank you for reading <3

“Kang Subin, queer and honorable member of the divorced parents club.” Is how your roommate introduces herself friday night, pointing to the latter as the reason she is only now, a month after classes started, arriving to campus and the city in general. 

She says her dad insisted on doing a year abroad as he did, assisting to his Alma Mater and hopefully fall in love with the city to move full time with him. And she did love it… a little too much. She admits the change of scenery was liberating, she could be a totally different Subin from the one in Seoul, and sadly that meant neglecting her notes and putting at risk her art history degree.

You're glad to note she will be joining you ( and some of your friends on occasion ) for classes, since she managed to keep her notes high enough to not lose her first semester. And then you spend the weekend getting to know each other, practically becoming friends overnight. Subin says it must be a you thing, and shaking your head no, you confess essentially begging the administration for a roommate because you're stuck with silly boys and all girls hate you because you aren't cool like them. She laughs, asks if that means the plan is making everyone hate her too and be stuck with you. And you freak out a little, but her laugh keeps flowing across the dormroom and you know she is joking; you know that things would be fine.

Monday arrives and between classes, you continue to give Subin small tours of the campus, mostly the art building and where all the vending machines are. 

“There's more than I thought, could you make me a map?” She jokingly asks.

“I'll ask Jungkook for the one we made last semester,” you know he has it because it was offered to Yoongi before.

“Hey, y/n!” calls Taehyung, appearing at the other end of the hall with Yoongi, and when he asks “you got some gum?”, you know they were just on a smoke break.

“Oh, hi, Tae. Nice to see you.” Sarcastic tone all over it, “are you having a nice morning?”

He rolls his eyes and Yoongi laughs at his side.

“Sorry, I'm actually not. And I'm running late,” still you give him a look and as a little kid he repends. “Hi, you guys look pretty today, as alway.” He adds before you can argue anything, and only then Subin chuckles, understanding this must be part of your dynamic. “Do you happen to have some gum for us, your lovely friends?”

“Yes, actually.” Taking one strap off, you move your backpack to your front, looking for the little package they keep stealing from. “Here,” you hand one wrapper to Tae, who starts running in the other direction immediately, screaming how much he loves you. And a “nice to meet you!” to Subin.

Everyone laughs, Yoongi turning back in your direction after Taehyung disappears down the hallway.

“You want one?” You ask and before being able to stop yourself, you add, “Is cherry, though” 

“Of course it is,” he smiles and you look away, pretending it's only to search for another one to offer Subin. Memories of friday’s night invading your psyche and shyness your whole body. 

Well, that's your own fault.

“Thank you,” she says, looking at the two of you while unwrapping it. “I'm Subin, by the way, the new roommate.” 

“Oh, she actually found one!”

“Just hoping she doesn't abandon me too,” you pout and Subin wraps one arm around yours.

“Never.”

“Yoongi,” He introduces, thumb pointing to himself and then behind, “And that was Taehyung, but I guess you'd meet the whole squad later.”

“Ah, yeah. I've been told she collects cute guys.”

“Did someone actually say that?” Yoongi asks when you're not even surprised.

“Yeah and when I asked about girls she looked relieved,” subin goes on, “I actually wanted to know, you know.”

Yoongi and you laugh, “someone doesn't like competition,” both say in unison.

“I told you, they lied.”

“Well, I can't really say that yet. I've to look first,” Subin insists, walking through the cafeteria's door. And it doesn't bother you because it comes from a place of curiosity and not horniness. No shame to anyone, your friends are hot, but you've known them for so long and know they have other great attributes that sometimes it feels superficial and it bothers you.

Besides, as a friend, you need to keep their egos just high enough to be healthy for everyone involved.

“Listen, kids,” calling for the table's attention, you stand in front of them, “this is Subin, my—”

“New roommate?” Asks Jungkook, remembering the text you sent, and you nod excitedly.

“That's Jungkook, he is in music and sports.”

“Which ones?”

“All. Some. We don't have time for that,” you joke, but only continue with the rest of his introduction after the youngest clarifies is soccer and box this year. “Oh, he also takes an art class with Taehyung and I, and now you, this semester. You know Tae from earlier, the one who keeps stealing my gum.”

“You're the one that tells me to not show up to class with cigarette breath!” He pushes back against accusations.

“I think she wants you to buy your own,” Jimin suggests.

“Or quit,” adds Hobi and the table laughs even more.

“That’s Hobi, the group's mom.” Tae offers after.

“Does that make Mai the dad?” Jungkook asks, with a serious expression on his face.

“I'm telling her so,” Yoongi says, already phone in hand and texting his best friend.

“You'll have to meet Mai later, she is great,” you continue, “but Tae is in arts. And Hobi and Jimin, are both dancers,” index finger pointing at their direction as you say each name, “and well, you already know that's Yoongi, he is in music too.”

“And the last new guy, right?” Subin remembers from your talk earlier after she met him for the first time, “I guess I took your title.”

“Are we enemies now?” He jokes, “I was about to offer you my chair, but now I don't know.”

Again, laughs all around and before anyone can think about the sitting arrangement too seriously, Jungkook is standing up, saying he needs to go back to the house before his next class.

“Oh, you are the biker from friday!” Subin exclaims as Jungkook’s helmet comes into view, everyone turning to look at her, “can't believe I forgot to ask you.”

And then five pairs of eyes are on you, all but Yoongi's, since he doesn't need an explanation. 

“...What?” Asks Tae, finally.

“Had to call her to my rescue because I lost my key and from the hallway's window I saw someone drop her off on a motorcycle,” she explains, “that's when the girl told me about you collecting cute guys.”

“But that wasn't me,” says Jungkook.

“Yeah, you weren't with us that night. We were all at the house, so who was it?” Ask Jimin, and the curiosity in his voice makes you nervous. You have never lied to them, and starting right now without preparation is terrifying.

However nothing compares to the feeling on your stomach when Yoongi answers, “it was me, actually.” And without a beat, your friends are looking at him now, “What?”

“You what now?” Mister interrogation Tae goes on, “Why were you together? What time was it? Was it late?”

“You were alone? Why?” Asks Hobi.

“We can't hang out now?” You ask back, wasn't he who set you up in the first place? And yes, it didn't turn out the way they planned it, but wasn't the whole premise to get to know Yoongi?

“Not what I meant,” he corrects, “Just… you didn't say anything.”

“Well, you guys canceled, what were we supposed to do? Not do anything just because you weren't with us?” Yoongi answers before you. 

“And we just hang out, you know, eat junk food and chat. Nothing to write home about.”

“Aww,” coos Jungkook, sliding his arm over your shoulders, “does that mean you missed us? You really love us, uh?” you pull back, sticking your tongue at him and pushing him towards the exit, telling him to hurry because if he is late to class you aren't covering for him again.

Thankfully, that's enough to get them off your back and Subin’s arrival provides better entertainment through the lunch hour, as your friends don't hold back on their questions to get to know her. And you're glad they seem to like her as much as you do.

“So… should I've not mentioned the bike thing?” worries Subin later, when everyone has left and is only her and Yoongi at the table.

“Don't worry about it.” He reassures her, offering a tangerine slice when she doesn't return the smile. “Seriously.” 

Is not her fault, he thinks. He can't blame the guys either for wondering and going into big brother mode as soon as they hear you're hanging out with someone, since the prevalence of that is not the best right now. And although he does feels bad about keeping things a secret from them, mostly Hoseok, who Yoongi himself give the “you better be careful with what you do with my best friend” talk, it consoles him a bit to know that the both of you are on the same page with what you have. 

Maybe if they knew it wouldn't be a big deal, he thinks. Better him than anyone else, right?

Putting away your phone and with the excuse of going to the bathroom before class, Subin and Tae follow their journey to the second floor without you and without suspecting anything. As you walk in front of one of the classrooms, a hand wraps around your forearm and pulls you in.

“What th—!” scream is interrupted when you recognize Yoongi. “You almost gave me a heart attack! I could've punched you.” And with adrenaline still running through your body, you actually push his shoulder with less force than you first intended.

“Ouch.” He rubs the place you hit, dramatically, as he explains, “Sorry, I panicked. There were people around and I didn't want to scream your name”

“Yeah, we should be careful after what happened at the cafeteria. Good save, by the way.”

“You own me,” he quickly returns.

“I do not,” you deny, crossing your arms, “You were the one insisting on going into the parking lot, I told you to leave me at the gate.”

“Well, forgive me for being a gentleman.”

You laugh, “and modest.”

Yoongi smiles, relaxing his body against the wall beside the door, “are you telling Subin about us?” he asks before you can question him about why he asked to meet.

Uncrossing your arms, you fiddle with your nails instead, scratching the acrylic paint off of them. “What is your opinion on that?”

“You can't answer a question with a question, miss.”

“Well… I don't know.” Is your final answer after a few seconds of silence. “She is cool and I really think we’re going to be friends and maybe I can gossip to her about you.”

He chuckles at that.

“And also she said sorry and asked if it was supposed to be a secret.”

“Really?” Yoongi sounds surprised, “She asked me that too earlier and I told her to not worry.”

“I feel bad about it because it seems like she is actually worried she messed up,” you share, “maybe I should just come clean. Only to her, at least. But of course not, if you don't want to.”

“No, it's okay. I think is good you have someone to talk to. And she seems nice.”

You nod in agreement, relieved you don't have to start hiding things from Subin as soon as you two met.

“Also,” Yoongi goes on, holding your hips and bringing you closer to him. You allow him to without much thinking. “It was nothing to write home about?”

“What?” 

“Friday night, you said that earlier.” 

“Did your ego get hurt?” You tease.

“No. But I didn't know you were a liar.” he throws back and you laugh. “I'm going to call you Pinocchio now.”

At that, you gasp, “stop giving me nicknames!”

And your attempt to pull away is just that, an attempt, because between laughs he holds you closer. “But is funny. And all of them are true.”

“They aren't.”

“Are so.”

“I don't like you.”

“That's not what I got from friday.”

“Yoongiii—.” you gasp again, his laugh louder this time.

Wanting a clarification stops him from dumping his phone back into the duffle bag and so, throwing the strap over his shoulder, he makes his way over to Chris and other teammates. 

“Are you ready to go?” His roommate asks, and Yoongi nods, “good, I'm just waiting for Ha-ri.” 

“Hey!” As they turn around, it is not difficult to recognize her as one of the cheerleaders since she is carrying her pom-poms and all, but is only as they continue talking that Yoongi realizes who she is, “sorry, I was saying goodbye to the girls and planning for next practice.” 

“Don't worry, babe.” 

“You must be Yoongi, hi,” she waves her free hand enthusiastically enough the pendant on her bracelet makes a jiggly sound, catching his attention “welcome to the university. And the team. Go, Bears!”

She seems nice, Yoongi thinks, “Go, bears!” first in the air, he chuckles in response before they all make their way to the parking lot and to Chris’s car.

The drive home is short and filled with questions about his last school and the reason he transferred, which Yoongi manages to give simple and vague answers that satisfy Ha-ri’s curiosity. It definitely helps that he has been questioned about it more than once the last few weeks, giving him more than one chance to practice before today.

The more weeks pass, the less people ask. And soon the mystery of his arrival is pushed to the side as people decide to talk about his accomplishments in the basketball games.

Every now and then someone recognizes him as an ex Tiger's player, and asks why he changed teams, but before anything can get to deep, a “well, now you are on the right team,” or something alike is thrown his way and he couldn't be more glad for the rivalry between the universities.

For what is worth, the change has proven to have been a good decision. Of course he is nostalgic for the past and he misses hanging out with Mai more often, but he has friends, basketball and music. He has even been planning to perform at school events with Jungkook as he did with Jay back then. 

It feels like he is starting to build a new life, and it wasn't as difficult as his brain told him it could be.

With chuseok around the corner the university starts to plan the events for the weekend and some professors feel generous enough to give extra credits for participation. Others just used it as an excuse to make the assignments related to it, that's his and Jungkook’s case.

Yours is the first one, because getting a good grade for hanging out with your friends sounds too good to pass out. That's why for the last few days you have been following them around taking pictures and notes, preparing your article about their performance Saturday night. 

“Are you done?” Yoongi asks from his spot at the end of the bed when you take the headphones off, the ones he made you wear so he wouldn't have to listen to himself on the interview recording.

“Yep. I only need Kook's side and I'm done,” end of the sentence elongates a bit, arms in the air as you stretch your back.

“How long for him to be here? I need him to go over something before he eats and gets a food coma.”

“I'm glad you're already prepared for that,” you giggle, “Because he is not even seeing my texts.”

“He is still busy?”

“Yeah, kissing someone for sure. Does he think I don't have things to do too?” 

“Like making out with someone too?” he jokes, putting his guitar down on the bed, deciding to take a break too.

“Why? Are you jealous?” you tease, trying not to laugh and is surprising when you're met with a serious expression as you spin around on his desk chair.

 “I thought the rule was to tell if there were other people.”

“I'm just kidding,”

“Wow, a comedian.” he rolls his eyes, and you know he is only pretending to be annoyed.

So, you push. “I'm funnier than you, don't get mad.”

“Cocky.” 

“What, you don't find confidence attractive?”

“Oh, I find a lot of things about you attractive.” 

Touche; you think as a smirk appears proudly on his face and makes you turn around, shy reaction at the security of this voice.

And he laughs. Of course.

“Shut up, Yoongi.”

“If you want to kiss me, just do it,” he only has to stretch a bit to pull on the chair, making you turn to him again and bringing you close.

And you do kiss him.

Not only to erase his stupid and attractive gummy smile, but also because you've missed it.

With projects and exams, with Yoongi not only being in a different major but also in his third year, hanging out only the two of you hasn't happened as much. 

You don't mind. You understand that is not a priority and there is something relaxing about it being an unspoken agreement, something that you truthly appreciate. 

But you would be lying if you said that you didn't miss Yoongi's lips against yours and the way his hand cups your cheek, still gentle as he tries to lead the kiss. 

Looking for closeness, your hand finds balance on his tight, making you contemplate ditching the comfiness of the desk chair for a sit on his lap.

“Is pizza night, baby!” breaks through the house before you can make another move, making you jump and pull away on instinct. Moving out of Yoongi's reach, even hitting the desk with the back of the chair as you stand up in record time.

“Careful,” he murmurs and you don't understand why he isn't freaking out. Even dears to chuckle.

“Min, come out!” another voice calls out.

“That's not Jungkook,” you say as a matter of fact, your brain still in shock.

“I'm starting to think he stood us up.” He stands up, looking at his phone still without texts from the younger guy, “Wanna meet my roommates? They have pizza, apparently.”

And your empty stomach makes the executive decision to hide your shame, and disappointment, in exchange for some food.

You're introduced to Jin first, who introduces Namjoon while taking the knife out of his hand with a “let hyung do it.”

“I swear he never lets me hold a knife for more than five seconds,” he says and you find it adorable, but Namjoon seems genuinely confused and maybe a bit hurt by it. 

You wonder what more there's to that. But before you can ask anything, a third roommate comes out of the kitchen, “Is for your own good and the wellbeing of everyone involved,” he says, making your whole body tense as the familiar voice rings through your ears.

“That's Chris.” Jin says, and you almost answer that you know, but for a second it is even hard to breathe.

Nevertheless, you don't need to say anything, because your silence is everything Yoongi needed to confirm that an introduction isn't necessary and in fact, you'd probably rather forget about him. 

Because is him.

The guy who hurt you.

A/N: I missed writing this! again thank you to anyone who has show interest one way or another, you're the reason this chapter was actually finished uwu♡. A/N 2: I'm working on the intros for the characters that aren't part of the squad, and sometimes I ask for your help with fc's suggestions or names, so... that's something to know if you're interested. Send a tip on ko-fi and get some rewards!!

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[rissslays]

ok i feel better

idk if this worth being tagged as art or whatever because it is trash and i will be shoving it in the back of my closet

fuelled by rage and creating art what will happen??

[artdcnaldson]

Patrick gently taking something out of arts mouth because hes worried about his teeth "careful angel"

OHHHHH </3

He does it without even having to look over at him. Just moves the pop tab from Art's sprite can from between his teeth and pockets it. Art makes a face, but Patrick hands him a stick of gum instead <3 art does little origami with the foil wrapper and gives it to Pat. Pat keeps it on the window by his bed <3

[lyralit]

did you happen to post about cute little things to include in a written letter? if not, do you have any ideas as to what a character would add to a note?

no, I did not, but...

little picked flowers + plants (baby's breath, lilacs) ++ look at my post for flower meanings (I can't find it, but check the archive)

a list of songs that reminded them of the letter's recipient

doodles

photographs from times spent together / alone

stickers and stamps

paper receipts (movie stubs, carnival tickets, etc.)

teabags

origami (cranes etc)

bits and bobs -> gum wrappers folded into hearts, buttons, feathers, useless pennies, etc.

samples of art (little squares of embroidery, sketches, paint swabs)

candy

recipes (a recipe exchange, maybe?)

paper clip jewelry (legend, anyone?)

friendship bracelets

newspaper clippings

writing -> quotes, poems, etc.

glitter

ribbon scraps tied in bows

[arahusk]

Of Bleach Dreams and Roach Crowns Characters: Niffty, Alastor, Husk Words: 4,013 Rating: M Ao3: [here] Another fic for @radiotrioweek for Day 2: On the Job / Downtime. I couldn't pick just one prompt for this day. Anyway, a Niffty-centric fic because she deserves it.

-

The one thing about Hell that Niffty fervently loved; there was always something to clean.

Even before the hotel, she never had a day where such things to pick up or to scrub until they shone were lacking. And the Pride Ring, especially, is where any semblance of decorum and hygiene went to die a pitiful death. Trash littered the sidewalks, complete with wrappers and syringes, with torn-off body parts, and all other unmentionables that would perhaps turn away a lady of good standing if she ever saw such a sight her way.

Luckily, Niffty never had good standing when she was alive, so she fit right in. 

Also, in her earlier days before she was claimed by the Radio Demon, or ever had a kitty cat for her best friend, she had been quite the collector! Not only of prickly little dead bugs which she’d make into an assortment of necklaces and crowns, but of the different types of syringes, their contents glowing so prettily against Hell’s strange moonlight, and of the discarded knives and other weaponry, their rust only attracting the eye. She also liked to carry around a little purse of acquired hair from all the bad boys she’d met, some of them arranged into braids or ribbons, and she could only hope such a collection would just continued to grow.

So when she moved into the hotel, she had a lot to bring in with her.

“Oh my! I see you haven't given up your charming little hoarding tendencies!”

Alastor manifested inside Niffty’s room, for he was always welcome wherever she was. She had been busy setting up her assortments of syringe collectibles, arranged by size and color. She had also just finished ironing out all the wrappers she had found, and had them sewn together to make a little wrapper quilt for herself, food oil stains and all. While her chosen space was filled with many things, it was all organized in ways that only her mind could truly understand.

“Greetings, Sir!” Niffty welcomed. “You’re just in time!”

She was just in the middle of pinning a large locust into the wall, each wing suspended by a needle. Too big to be used as part of her bug jewelry, but she so loved the way the light was caught in those beautiful, transparent wings. The urge to rip those wings apart was intoxicating, but Alastor had taught her the art of appreciation, so she would keep that bug on display for now. Eventually, her little tendencies would win out.

“It looks like you cleaned up half the town! Good job!” Alastor made sure to give the girl a pat on the head. “I look forward to your work on this hotel.”

“Ooo, thank you.” Niffty gave a little curtsy, giggling from his praise. But she didn’t forget her manners! With a quick dash, she pulled out a nondescript black trash bag from the corner. It left a small streak of blood as she dragged it, but she would mop that floor up no problem!

“I made sure to get you some food while I was out!”

A dismembered hand nearly fell out of the bag opening, which she pushed back in with her foot.

“Ah, fabulous! Waste not, want not!” Alastor said with genuine gratitude, taking the bag with a shadowy tendril, which made Niffty giggle even more. “You’ve always been a real go-getter!”

She grinned, soaking up his praise. She would be sure to work twice as hard now!

--

Niffty leapt onto her new job with all the fervor of a bloodthirsty hyena, finding all the places where even the most innocuous of dust bunnies couldn’t escape her overexcited clutches. It was a simple place to clean, the hotel being so empty, but it was also a challenge, the hotel seemingly having been constructed with chewed up gum and dreams. It would explain how often the floorboards fell apart, or why the plumbing was in complete and utter shambles.

She loved it, because just like Hell itself, there was always something to clean.

But what made it even better? She got to go into her new job with her best friend by her side!

It was on one of those nights when Husk was late coming back to his room, so it gave her room to work. Her energy was the most frenetic once the late hour turned, hearing the little skitters behind the walls, knowing that it was only a matter of time before she’d eviscerate every little bug that dared leave its home. But she kept focus now, for she had a job to do after all!

The door slammed open, the doorknob hitting the wall so hard and cracking open the drywall. Husk groaned, waving away the bit of room damage, which was only another dent in the hotel’s makeup. 

But he stilled once he saw Niffty in his room. His eyes swiveled to a bag she held in one tiny hand and a broom in another. After all, the room had been so, so filthy before!

He asked her blankly, “What are you doing in here?”

She lifted up one trash bag, where the beautiful, vicious sound of broken glass echoed from. She had to make sure to not look into the bag too much, because the dazzling colors of each colored glass always made wonderful patterns in its chaos. “You’re welcome!”

“My drinks?!” Husk rushed towards the side of his room, opening the drawers of his bedside table, then checking underneath his pillows and blankets. None of those bottles that had frankly been all over the place, with no rhyme or reason, were left! But she made sure to put something else there for him to find!

“Ugh! What are these fucking—?!” Husk leaped back, his wings fanning out, as he dropped a delicately-made collar stringed from roaches to the ground. It was probably not in his size! “Niff! The hell is all this? And why did you take my drinks!?”

“Silly billie!” Niffty said, wagging her finger at him. “It’s my job! Gotta keep this hotel spic-and-span!”

“Those weren’t even empty yet!” Husk’s fur stood on end, taking deep breaths as a growl vibrated from his throat. It was so cute, it sounded so much like a purr! It eventually lessened, Husk lowering his wings to the ground, his voice decidedly deeper. “Weren’t you just cleaning up the lobby five minutes ago?”

“Yeah! But I have to beat my record time!” Niffty clutched her boom so tightly, splinters began erupting from between her fingers. “And then it’s time for the attic’s hourly cleaning! And the food stockage. And the dusting. Oh, so, so much dusting!”

At that, Husk blinked, his previous rage having been replaced with one of worry and concern. “Have you even slept at all?”

“Not for the past two weeks!” Niffty smiled, her body standing up as straight as an arrow. She swung the bag of broken glass over her shoulder, which was a feat when the bag looked to be about several times her width. “You should also take a shower. I can help with that once I’m done with the attic!”

“What? No, I can do that myself! And you need to fucking slow down or you’re gonna hurt yourself!”

Husk tried to get in her way—he wanted a hug! It almost made Niffty so weepy from his affection—but she had to get to work, so she dodged right past his claws. But she made sure to sprinkle in a few bug wings against his back, as thanks for him being her best friend!

“I’ll see ya later, Husk! Get the soap ready!”

“What did you just put on me!?” she heard Husk yell from his room, but that was the fun of surprises! She would make sure she wouldn’t ruin it for him.

--

There was never any lack of cleaning needed. From the fridge which kept getting filled with rotten food after all of her shopping (with only a few actual guests to eat it, food tended to spoil fast!) to the carpets that kept getting odd stains from bug guts, from the blood of Alastor’s purchases from Cannibal Town, and the drinks a drunk Husk would keep spilling over his bar. But it gave her so much to work with. She was never out of things to do! Never bored!

Niffty hadn’t slept for five weeks now. Maybe, with time, she’d finally catch up to Alastor and his own insomniac streak.

But it was on one of her mopping trips down one of the hallways, all while keeping an eye out for any little multi-eyed pests to get in her way, that she found herself eavesdropping. Not that she meant to! It wasn’t proper for a little lady such as herself, but she had also never been very proper to begin with.

The door to Alastor’s room was fully closed, and it was about that time that her Sir would be having his breakfast to start the day. There were times she’d join him, but certainly not now! For she still had to clean and mop and dust and fix up all the little holes that littered the floor and walls. And it was one of those holes, which happened to be right in the middle of Alastor’s door, which also happened to be at eye-level for her, that she saw her favorite boss and her best friend have a little chat.

“Boss, the girl needs a break,” spoke Husk, his face turned in a grimace. Oh, that must mean he got to see what Alastor was feasting on today! “She’s been running herself ragged for weeks.”

“Oh, she’s just fine.” Alastor pointed at Husk with his fork, which held a bit of his breakfast. “She loves it!”

“Don’t fucking get that thing near me. And yeah, I know. Girl loves anything that’s just on the cusp of actual torture. But she’s gonna get herself cut into pieces if she keeps this up. She nearly fell into the garbage disposal somehow!”

“Ah yes,” Alastor nodded. “She’s very talented.”

“You’re not listening to a word I’m saying.”

“All I’m hearing is that you could learn a thing or two from her! Perhaps she could start a class for deadbeats. It would be all the rage, I’m sure!”

Then, while he continued to lecture Husk who was hissing between his teeth, Niffty saw the bit of food latched onto Alastor’s fork begin to fall off. Slowly, almost painfully, and then it plopped right onto the carpet. Her boss hadn’t even noticed!

But she’ll clean that right up!

“Don’t worry, Sir!” Niffty said as she kicked open the door. She may have forgotten to actually turn open the doorknob, but Alastor never minded her inviting herself in. “I’ll get that for you!”

Before Husk or Alastor could even react—Husk backed up against the fireplace at her sudden arrival, and Alastor still seated at his dining table, one knife placed inside the rotting deer on his plate—Niffty set herself to work! First, mop the floor! That dropped food would attract bugs! But then, of course, if she attracted bugs, she could kill them all in one go!

The idea formed in her head as she mopped the carpet so hard that holes began tearing into it, not that the carpet lacked any tears. She would sew that up later! But the food plan! She had to get on it!

With that, her brain leapt onto the next course of action: She stuffed all silverware and deer carcass in another of her bags that she had on her tiny person. A deer leg was sticking out, along with an antler that tore through the bag’s side. “You could drop it!” she told him. “But I’ll get those bugs, Sir!”

Alastor stayed in his seat, still holding onto the fork in one hand, looking down at his now empty dining table with his eternal smile.

“Hey, uh,” Husk started to say from behind her. “Not that I’m not grateful for you getting rid of that shit, but, you doing alright?”

“No time! I gotta get started on my bug extermination plan!” Niffty lifted up the bag over her head, vibrating with glee. The bag was heavier than expected, which caused her back to sprain a bit from its weight, enough that she felt the little crack echo in her ears. “Oooo, that felt so good! ”

Husk flattened his ears against his head at the sound. “The fuck are you—?”

“Later, boys!” And with that she dashed right out of the room, giggling like mad as she set herself onto a new chore. After all, there was always something to do at this hotel!

She was certain Alastor would be so proud!

--

It was just a short while later that one of her most sought after dreams had finally come true for her. It was almost hard to believe that her life would be led up to this moment.

She realized it when she had been scrubbing the kitchen tiles with a dirty rag, the bleach fumes making her eye water, when a hand clamped over her mouth. It was then shortly followed by a bag thrown over her head, blocking away all sight and sound.

Oh! She was being kidnapped! She really was the luckiest girl in Hell. 

“Yay! Where are you taking me?” She asked in glee, feeling herself getting manhandled, which consisted of being thrown over someone’s shoulder. Her feet kicked back and forth happily. “Are you going to force me to do bad things? I like that.”

“Jesus, can you stop being weird for five seconds?!” A gravelly voice said to her, sounding muffled against the bag. “This is the only way you’d come along. Not exactly my first choice.”

“Oh wow, such a bad boy! Can I bring my whip? I left it upstairs!”

“Not listening to ya!” 

There were so many strange and interesting sounds once one was blindfolded like this! The little creaks of the stairs underneath her kidnapper’s feet, the sound of the cars honking in the distance once they went outside followed by a multitude of gunshots (it must be rush hour!), and even the wind howling so eerily. Or, that could have been just the actual hellhounds howling nearby.

A lot of those sounds were juxtaposed with her kidnapper’s grumbling, which she was slowly realizing was actually Husk, muttering underneath his breath like he usually did. She heard him curse heavily when he knocked his shin against something in the street, then back to grouchy grumbling again. He was just so funny! And who knew that it would be Husk to kidnap her? She really underestimated him!

But after a short while, the bag was suddenly pulled from her head, granting her sight once again. She blinked, looking up, greeting the smile that always set her very soul at ease. “Alastor! Are you kidnapping me too?”

“Ha! That would be quite a story!” With both hands behind his back, he gave her a small nod while walking past her and Husk to take the lead. “And you certainly took your time, Husker! Now let’s get to stretching those legs! You could certainly use it!”

“You really can’t go one day without insulting me.” 

But through his grumbles, Husk just shifted Niffty more squarely over his shoulder before following their boss through what she now realized was a much more rural part of their home. She gazed at what looked to be wilderness all around them. Strange, crooked red-fir trees, with the occasional devil-snake that Alastor would quickly swat away with his cane as they went up a soft incline. Niffty recognized this spot, it had been a favorite among some criminals to hide away bodies…

Oh! Maybe this meant she was going to be the body this time! Although, if that were the case, she was sure Alastor would tell her. He could never keep good news to himself for long!

Husk tapped his claws against her back, where he still held her. “Hey. I feel you wriggling around. Don’t get any messed up ideas in your head.”

“Ooo, but I wanna know!” Niffty was ready to give Husk a tiny nibble to make him let go. (Had she collected his fur yet? Maybe she should take a quick sample in case). “Are we doing a job? Stalking someone? Getting revenge on an old crony?”

“Even better!” Alastor announced, bringing up the mic cane to his face. “We’re taking the day off!”

Not too far ahead was a picnic blanket, laid out on the rocky ground, with an assortment of sandwiches and wine bottles. The spot was at the top of a cliff, which overlooked the five-pointed expanse that was Pentagram City. The sight of it was so grand that it even quieted down Niffty, her mouth hanging open in awe.

She was also looking at it upside down, hanging so low from Husk’s grip, who had let her slip so far that he was now just holding onto one of her ankles.

“Er, right. Surprise and whatever,” said Husk as he finally let Niffty down, or more precisely dropped, then placed both hands against his back to crack it. “Ergh, god that hurt.” He made sure to give Alastor another deep frown. “Could have just teleported us, like you usually do. Thought you were leading us to some creepy cabin to chop us up or something.”

“Oho, not today, my friend.” Alastor pinched Husk’s cheek who quickly swatted away his hand. “The hike up the mountain is certainly breathtaking this time of year. Just look up at that sky!”

Both Husk and Niffty craned their heads, and found the exact same red tint that was present at all angles and altitudes of the Pride Ring. Niffty really liked that color!

“Yeah, it’s a real majesty,” Husk muttered.

“It’s wonderful!” Niffty said, clapping her little hands once she readjusted herself. “So does this mountain need some sweeping? I’ll get to sweeping!”

Alastor patted her head, which made her feel all warm and squishy inside, like a happy puppy. Then he led her by the hand to seat herself on the blanket. “No work today, my dear! As I said before, it’s our day off! We could use the refresher!”

“Oh! But what about the hotel?”

Husk popped open one whiskey flash that he had kept tucked in a pants pocket, seating himself next to her. “They’re gonna have to handle the show without us.”

“Indeed! Charlie could use a little more experience in hotel facilitating! I’m sure she’ll do just fine with the flooding that’s occurring on the fourth floor right about now.”

“Maybe if I gnaw off the faucets, it’ll fix it!” She was about ready to rush back down the mountain or, even better, jump off that cliff to get right back to work. But Husk had made sure to plop a sandwich right across her knees, which effectively took up half of her body, and even weighed her down slightly.

“Boss’s orders. Now hurry up and relax already. It’s downtime.”

--

There were few times Niffty could really think of herself sitting in one place, at least if she wasn’t shaking her legs, or feeling herself tense to get ready to spring into action.

Husk was always in one place, seated behind his bar as he went through his stock, one bottle at a time. And even when her boss was on the move, he did so with practiced ease, keeping in the giddiness Niffty knew he experienced whenever he saw a dismembered corpse, or a really nice tea set that was on sale at a nearby shop.

She ate her fill of the sandwich, (a Reuben sandwich! And it was made of meat that wasn’t human, surprisingly) and drank her fill of the wine Alastor brought from his own personal cabinet, which tasted very grape-y. She even looked above and stargazed, as much as she could with the thick smog that coated Hell’s skies.

This was downtime, as Husk said. And that’s what Sir wanted! And yet, still, she was antsy.

Because in Hell, there was always, always something to clean. And what would it mean if she wasn’t there to clean it up?

Niffty twiddled her thumbs. She felt the need to always flutter to and fro. It was almost odd to just sit here, looking up at the sky and taking in the sights of the city below. Her hands wanted to grab onto something, so she grabbed the first thing she saw.

“Ow! Let go of my tail!”

Now, Niffty didn’t exactly do that, already using the bright red fur to sweep up the crumbs left by their lunch. But then Alastor, who had been on his fifth sandwich that hour (the demon didn’t look like it, but he was always so hungry and ate ten times his weight) leaned near Niffty to hand her a gift.

“For you, my darling. I figured you would want to indulge in your little hobby.” He finalized it as he deposited a woven wicker basket next to her. Already, she knew what it was.

When Niffty opened the basket, she gasped in glee, while Husk reeled back in disgust as he made the mistake of peeking over her shoulder.

“Oh come on, you brought that? I’m trying to fucking eat here!”

“Now, now. This was arranged for Niffty’s reprieve! And she makes the most wonderful accessories!”

“I hate that you actually believe that.”

“My bug collection!!” Niffty dug her hands through the basket, the roaches, crickets, spiders, grasshoppers, and other multi-legged critters falling from her hands as she arranged them meticulously over the picnic blanket. Husk shifted away immediately. “How did you find it?”

“Ha! I certainly did a lot of snooping!”

She had to thank him, feeling all her energy finally directed to something that would grant her frenetic mind some focus. It wasn’t as intense as cleaning, or sweeping, or scrubbing the stains until the floor broke beneath her, but Alastor had always supported her creativity.

After some quick crafting, she made her matching roach crowns for all three of them! But of course, she made sure Alastor got the giant ones, for he had a big heart! And not just the ones he kept in jars for pickling!

“For you, Sir! My dear King Roach!” she said with a grin, which Alastor accepted gracefully with a bow of his head. Niffty then turned to Husk, holding out the second roach-stringed crown. “And you! You can be co-King Roach!”

Husk flinched, eyeing the roach crown with such incredible emotion. “I ain’t—”

Static suddenly enveloped the area, darkening the trees, darkening even the sky. The static grew louder and louder, until it was like pleasant fuzziness nestling inside Niffty’s brain. So cozy.

Husk looked past her with wide eyes, then sighed. “Oh fuck it, just put it on me.”

“Okay!”

If Husk shivered, it was with extreme happiness at her gift of course. And then, just as she was admiring her handiwork, she took the last crown to put over her hair. She may have indulged, giving her crown a few brightly-colored locusts to really catch the light. “Queen Roach here! With my favorite boys!”

“Oh, darling Niffty.” Alastor twirled his cane, and applause streamed from the tinny speaker. “You truly are one of a kind.”

“Please let me take this off,” Husk was muttering, eyes widening as he stared up at the roach crown circling his hat. “I think one of these things is still alive.”

The skies were swimming with barely-seen stars, all in a sea of red, a sight that made Niffty giggle as she laid back against the picnic blanket. And if she finally felt relaxed enough to close her eye and take a quick power nap, she wouldn’t let it ruin her cleaning streak later. She’ll get right back to it! After all, she’d always been a go-getter.

[l0v3sickl0s3r]

you’ve caught a wild ⚡️🌈 Liz! 🌈⚡️ aka the 🌟💟 N kisser of the year frfr 🌟💟

CHOOSE YOUR CHARACTER…

“Wow, that love sure is sick!”

stats: childhood trauma, alright self-esteem, bisexual/asexual, she/her, sleep-deprived, advanced rp-er, easily distracted, and aquarius ♒️

weaknesses: being aggressively yelled at, crowds, loud/overwhelming noises, certain textures, being aggressively told to be quiet/shut up, remembering things, picking up social cues, procrastination, lack of self-care, being called ragatha, creepypasta momo, insomnia, ART BEING TRACED/REPOSTED, and bugs.

strengths: can go for long periods of time without food or water, advanced literature, daydreaming, yapping, drawing, loyal to a worrying degree, very smart, and barely ever gets upsetti spaghetti, tea and biscuits. (selfship name)

inventory: two n plushies (please ask why), infodumps, forgotten candy wrappers, gum, music, broken rubber bands, keychains, and TONS of art :3

diet: silly cartoons, snacks, serial designation n, chips, popcorn, comfort and validation, music, candy, chewing gum (actually chewing sum rn), and silly lil guys :3

hyperfixations/interests (results may vary): smiling friends, pressure, stranger things, dhmis, murder drones, ATSV, cats, animals, ramshackle, bullet train, hazbin hotel, scott pilgrim, one punch man, helluva boss, animaniacs, the owl house, lackadaisy, gravity falls, undertale, the disastrous life of saiki k, class of ‘09, psychology, art, music, and good memes

relationship status: @th34utistic-0ne my girlfriend :3

if missing, her last words are “don’t worry, i’ll just respawn!” if found, please walk the other way. she’s missing for a reason. /j

THIS LIZ IS A MINOR‼️‼️ DON’T BE DOIN WEIRD THINGS 😡 😡 also please no sharing f/o’s :( it hurts my feelings /silly /gen

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[karakuuls]

Ooo who is Azrael? :)

he’s like.. if you left a devil out to dry in the sun during a heatwave and it shriveled into a tiefling. my crinkled rotten gum wrapper <3

He's weird and grouchy and mean and knows literally nothing about how to function in society. He grumbles when he talks, only to shout several decibels louder than you would think he's capable of. He’s got chronic pains. He hates being touched. He smokes shitty cigars that he rolls himself. He's a delight to have in class.

(some. somewhat-earlier art before i said 'lets give him. even bigger horns-')

[fwuitfwog]

Thank you @we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono for the request!! Your Ocs are so cute!!

I wasn’t sure what to put on the phone case so I just scrolled through your blog a bit and put stuff you said you were interested in (The hearts are supposed to be gum wrapper hearts btw. My friends and I make em sometimes and keep em in our phone cases (i used the colors of their eyes for the ones in the case 💜🩵))

This is the reference I was given: (Art and Ocs by @we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono )

I went to Pinterest to find a pose/reference/base? and this is the one I found/used. I couldn’t find the original photographer (we all know how bad Pinterest is at crediting people 😒) but decided I should still include the pic as credits and in case anyone knows who took it. (If any of you do please please please tell me! I really hate not being able to credit people)

Anyway, I hope you like it; it was super fun to draw!! I adore your art style 💗💞