#he still snoozin

[ellipticalwing]

i finally gave them a background!!!

[xxplastic-cubexx]

YOUR CHERIK BEDROOM COLLECTION ART IS DRIVING ME INSANNEEEEE/POSSSSS FATTEST POS EVER

my LOUUUUDDESSTT teehee imaginable THANK YOU !!!!!

[pumakaji64]

Oh he’s so silly!!!!!!!!!!!!

[godsbox-a]

twenty year old gojou heading to jj tech with bits of his hair stained pink because he fell asleep on the couch, drooling and all, and tsumiki colored parts of it in with a magic marker

[silent-sentinels]

[relistening to my source's silly mashup] damn my mans really cooked with this one fr hfkjhg

[evilminji]

You know what would be both Cool(tm) AND Pants Shittingly Terrifying? Eldritch Space Whale Danny!

Except NOT! Because he's not a whale! Just snoozing and Giganto-Fuck-Off HUGE!

Imagine it! Danny. Joint Custody Child of The Ancients Of Time And Space. Space is SALTY AF because their BITCH OF AN EX has used his FUCKING POWERS, AGAIN, to CHEAT. Clockwork how DARE YOU.

You knew he'd be our Son in advance!

YOU SNUCK IN AND STARTING BONDING WITH OUR CHILD BEHIND MY BACK!

YOU [REDACTED]!

Danny? Sitting off to the Side as a Sentient Everything and Nothing made of galaxies and starlight, howls expletives at their Ex, who is being... REALLY snippy back? WOW, Clockwork. I mean, JESUS, man. Danny's from "oh bless their heart" Nowhere, Midwest. And even HE thinks that last one was both backhanded and cold af.

......he should take notes. *continues to eat his popcorn*

Anyway! APPARENTLY, Space Parent has taken him in the divorce. With much huffing. Tucked under their arm Like The Football(tm). And honestly? This is kinda hilarious, so he's cool with it. Byyyyyy~ Clock Dad! See you on weekends~☆!

*Exasperated Time Noises*

It's pretty cool! He learns a lot. Learns he's probably? Gonna be SOME variation of Space Ghost. Might even take over Space's... well, EVERYTHING, should the unforeseeable occur. So obviously, gonna have to learn The Family Business, as it were!

Which?

UNSPEAKABLY HYPED, YES PLEASE.

SPACE AND STAR STUFF! HECK YEAH!

Unfortunately? Still a Halfa. Bleh, squishy need to eat and sleep. Why they get in the way of Hyperfixation? Why no more space dust? Nooooo, don't drag him away from the controls! He can still learn! Sleep is for quitters! Cowards! *whining in Give Me Back My Blorbos, You Monsters*

But, no. He apparently has to "take care of his body" and "not burn out". Eat "real food". A protein bar counts! He probably ate one of those! Give him back his STARS! He doesn't CARE if he sounds like a toddler! That's DIRECT ACCESS TO THE SECRETS OF SPACE ITSELF! He'll BITE, so HELP HIM-! *Is scruffed like a cranky infant being carried off to beddy bye*

Injustice! D:<

But, none the less, body's require sleep. He shovles down his food, washes up, and flops down in his bed. In the nice lil cozy "Safe For My Half Apprentice Who Is Also My Adopted Son" corner. He passes out in that corner. Starts to float, as he has done countless times before, when agitated before bed. Floats OUT of that corner.

That Safe Little Corner.

IN THE CENTER, THE BEATING HEART OF SPACE.

You know... the place ALL OF SPACE connects too. Where Universe Form and Die. The Grand Recycler. Dust to Dust, from the ashes of old, to the creation of new. Where PORTALS are randomly assigned. So that the Omniversal Ectoplasmic Levels may always be balanced at near to perfect levels, allowing free flow of Souls through the various Reincarnation cycles.

Space, of course, doesn't MANAGE the Ectoplasm itself. Nor the Souls! Different Ancient for THAT, but they DO manage the PORTALS. We live in a SYSTEM after all. Everyone has their "departments" as it were. So really, it's quiet... Danny? Honey? Awful quiet back there! You, uh, fallen asleep, Starlight?

*empty room*

(O.O)

*inhale* AAAAAAAAAAA-!!!!!!!

Meanwhile! He be Snoozin'! And Ghostin'! Ghost Snoozin'! Is extra comfy, cause he weightless and got not booooones~☆!

But! He? Is not a child anymore! Has learned to... for lack of a better term, Let Go. To finally ACCEPT his Death. His inhumanity. His Amortality. Death no longer holds him, can no longer let him go. He is... not immortal. He is disowned, by his own doing and his own choice, at his timeless moment of Ending.

When Life let go of his hand and Death kindly offered theirs, he did not take it.

And that's okay.

It took awhile. Talking to older ghosts. Most vague and vast, near formless. Because it's... it's scary. And it's all you know. All, really, you've EVER known. Inherent to your identity, even after you leave that part you behind.

You are "human". "Martian" or "Xy'xeruian", something else, and you never question it. Even when you've left behind everything ELSE. Your name, your eyes, your history and skin. Yet you fly around and pretend. Still alive, still human.

But is that YOU?

Or just the form you found your start in?

And like? It's okay if it IS! Sometimes, yeah, you ARE. You look down deep and find a "don't know what you were expecting, buddy" sign stapled to a mirror. But more often? It's that last hurdle. The final step in Letting Go.

Everyone mourns at their own pace.

And they are the ghosts of who they were.

It helped. Mourning for the kid he was. Who was fourteen and wanted to be an astronaut. Who died and will never have a grave. The longer he exsists, for he can't technically be called Alive, the more painfully young that child seems.

It was okay.

To cry for Danny Fenton.

Then? To let him go. Let his memory, be memory. And his Past be the grave that child rests in. Loved dearly and remembered, but no longer binding his soul.

He doesn't have to wear that face anymore.

No tributes to the Dead.

He got? Kinda... BIG. Like REALLY big. Spiraling, serpentine, cracking ice, and burning galaxies. Like a fourth dimensional dragon, of ice and stars, somehow forcing its way into a three dimensional space. Atop it all, between two vast, impossible horns? Made of glacial ice coating the warping hearts of black holes, who's shape themselves seem to shift in unknowable ways? There burns, like comet trails, with super novas, compressed to decorative gems beneath glittering morning frost, a Terrible Crown.

He? Thinks? He MIGHT have wings.

He can't tell.

Because APPARENTLY he's a fuckin tesseract! Oh, no, sorry. He might me a Zone DAMNED PENTERACT!!! Is THIS what he gets for hanging out with Clockwork all the time? He just liked the quiet! Now his "true form" is PHYSICALLY PAINFUL for most people to look at!

Clock Dad WHAT THE HELL?!

(You see, now, why Space broke up with him? An ASSHOLE)

So! Danny stays, usually at least, in his "Hi, yes, I am Normal Human Man" Ghost form. But NOW? Now it PINCHS. Because it's TOO SMALL. But hey, that's fine! It's not like he has an ingrained habit of transforming when super tired and stressed! To float sleep for Maximum Restfulness(tm).

Ha ha!

Why does that feel like foreshadowing?

BECAUSE IT IS!

Danny? Snoozing! Space? Has LOST THE BABY! Portals? Have done a Jood Gob in Portalling, something they are vaguely sure they are supposed to be doing! Yay them! They have no brain cells but still enjoy helping! They moved a thing! That's helpful right? Yay! Probably!

And on DC's planet Earth?

They? Just choked on their fuckin coffee. One moment? La dee daa~ oooh~ look! Stars! Deep space! Oh, hiiii~ Watchtower! The NEXT? *every alarm in the building starts LOSING ITS SHIT* Giant World OBLITERATING SHAPE completely takes up the screen.

From near PLUTO.

There are NO WORDS TO DISCRIBE HOW FUCK OFF BIG THIS THING IS, MR. PRESIDENT. It will eat our nukes and LAUGH. Call! EVERYBODY!!!

Obviously? Superman. I mean really, OF COURSE Superman. Frankly, all the Supers. Because we would like to KEEP having a planet, thanks. Only? The more reports that come in? The more everyone is getting "oh fuck. This is a Workd Eater" vibes.

A massive, massive, Sleeping Titan of a Planet Destroying World Eater.

That MIGHT BE MAGIC.

*highly stressed Everyone noises*

And WORSE? Superman? Can't TOUCH it! Oh sure, at FIRST he could! But then he apparently pushed too hard in just one spot! And it felt POKED AT. So now, after flicking superman HALFWAY BACK TO EARTH to make him stop? No one can physically touch it!

But! There is hope!

Because? The creature is GREEN. Bright, luminous, Lantern Green! And Earth's Lanterns have already sent for back up. Combined? The were able to move a... hand? Paw? Something. But! With the combine forces of several nearby sectors of Lanterns? They promise the power to either relocate the creature or at least hold it in orbit until FURTHER forces can be deployed!

They refuse to harm the creature until it proves actively hostile, as it could have been seeking a place to nap and chosen one inconvenient to established planetary life. Frankly? Earth doesn't CARE where you relocate the giant Eldritch Space Dragon. Just NOT IN OUR BACKYARD, PLEASE.

....YES WE ARE SURE! We don't CARE if the scientific community of our planet is begging you to set up an area for them to place an "observation satellite"! No giant Eldritch Space Dragons in our solar system! It might WAKE UP!

Naturally, about half way THROUGH this Highly Delicate Operation?

Danny Wakes Up.

@hypewinter @hdgnj @lolottes @babbling-babull @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter @mutable-manifestation

[sulumuns-dootah]

WHB characters meeting their Obey Me! counterparts pt.2

⟡ Masterlist ⟡

A/N: Asmodeus is finally back in Hell and I'm finally able to make the second part to THIS post! I also included some more characters so it's not just the two leftover kings ^^

The scenario is still the same with OM!Solomon's spell going wrong and interconnecting the universes together

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Asmodeus

Okay, OM!Asmodeus has two reactions:

"Ooh? Such a brave outfit! And those thorns are so pretty!"

but then after a few seconds after he catches a whiff of the smell, he's about ready to die

If he manages to overcome this difficulty, they'd get along pretty well

WHB!Asmodeus doesn't really react... He does recognise OM!Asmodeus as another version of him and that's about it

Oh, but once they get to talking, you can rest assured that WHB!Asmodeus is pulling out the baby pics like the proud father of his little halfling army that he is

OM!Asmodeus' followers can also expect getting their timeline spammed with photos of these two because he just wants to commemorate this meeting as much as he can

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Belphegor

Depending on the time of day, both Belphies wouldn't even notice bc they're snoozin' the day away

But let's say they both happen to be awake at the same time

The first thing OM!Belphegor notices is the amount of piercings on WHB!Belphegor

Those must've been a pain to sleep with while they're healing

Also, once he finds out that WHB!Belphegor doesn't have to do anything and has people do everything for him, he's kinda jealous

WHB!Belphegor is kinda surprised to find out that another him is twins with Beelzebub

They're almost exact opposites, or not?

If their talk steers to the whole OM!Belphegor locked up in an attic thing, WHB!Belphegor will be kinda mad on his behalf, but secretly wish he was there so nobody'll bother him

A cute concept though: OM!Lucifer finally finds these two after dealing with the rest of brothers and sees them sleeping curled up together

OM!Belphegor curled up to WHB!Belphegor who's holding him like the bigger spoon

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Raphael

At a first glance, you'd think these couldn't be any further from each other, but don't let the look of OM!Raphael fool you

WHB!Raphael was quick to see through OM!Raphael's facade of cool and calm demeanor

OM!Raphael's critical eye immediately notices all the bandages on WHB!Raphael, but he chooses not to comment on it for now

...Somehow, he did not notice the blood splatters on WHB!Raphael's clothes, though?

Out of all the rooms with our guys seeing their counterparts, this is the one I'd like to be the least in

WHB!Raphael is a bit cuckoo and doesn't mind challenging his other self

And OM!Lucifer can't stop this from happening so, honestly, R.I.P.

There are no winners or losers

They fight until the whole thing is resolved and after that, the room is filled with OM!Raphael's spears and dead angels WHB!Raphael spawned in

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Michael

WHB!Michael at first thought he's just in a room with some other angel he didn't recognise

Until OM!Michael didn't speak up, that is

"I see, so this is me..."

"Wait, what tf do you mean me being you? You dare to think you're my equal?!"

WHB!Michael's short fuse is something that does surprise OM!Michael, but who doesn't have their quirks, right?

If OM!Michael manages to avoid triggering WHB!Michael, they could get along for the time being

Still, WHB!Michael doesn't want to believe there could be other version of him, so he suspects every action and word OM!Michael says

Afterwards, OM!Michael might even write a poem about their meeting

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Ppyong & Little D.

New besties for life alert!

These two little blob-demons instantly click and start sharing stories of their respective version of Hell

Don't tell Minhyeok, but Ppyong even forgets about him for a second

I'm not sure if Little D.s eat actual food, but I imagine that if Ppyong mentions how good sweets are, Little D. would tell other D.s about it and OM!Barbatos would get a heart-attack thinking rats got into his kitchen

But nope

Just a few curious mini demons, who heard that chocolate and other food is actually delicious

Oh, and if Ppyong is able to transform into Juno, I'm sure he'd do it just to flex on Little D.

Yes, Little D. gets jealous and once he's back, he's begging anyone and everyone to be able to do the same thing

Overall, these two are super adorable, and Ppyong is kinda like the older, cooler brother of Little D.

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Solomon

Two idiots trying to come up with a fix to the whole situation

(That was my initial note for how these two seeing each other would go and I'm keeping it :D)

Picture this: The room and everything is on fire, OM!Solomon's running around, trying to take the flames out and finish the spell that will undo his mesed up spell

WHB!Solomon is just louging on a sofa, unbothered by the whole commotion

Occasionally flirting with OM!Solomon

"Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here?"

"There's fire everywhere."

"I've noticed"

"Are you gonna help me do something about this?"

"No~"

OM!Solomon knows OM!Lucifer will now hold this little mistake over his head for the next few centuries

There goes his chance to get a contract with him :/

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I also had an idea about writing the other demons meeting someone they have stuff in common with(Simeon&Gabriel, Cerberus&Naberius, Diavolo&All kings,...) but decided to not add it to this post, though if anyone wants that too, lmk ^^

[py-dreamer]

Macaque is big spoon

Lol the old men be snoozin and snugglin

(I was about to say sleeping but my mind is too dirty for that unfortunately-)

Y'wanna know why he big spoon?

The sun and moon thingy they have going on and...

Ehh, ehh? Y'see what I did there?

I hate fabric so god damn much.

WHY CAN'T YOU BEHAVE AND STAY STILL GODDAMN.

WHY MUST YOU CREASE AND HAVE LAYERS?!!? WHY CAN'T YOU BE SIMPLE AND FLAT

SAME WITH MACACA'S FUR.

WHY ARE YOU BLACK?!! HOW DO I RENDER YOU

TO QUOTE MY PAST SELF: "his true evil power is how hard he can be to draw"

LIKE MY DUDE. HOWWWWW.

Regardless, I'm still really happy with how the drawing came out like the lighting and stuff (just don't look at the fabric-)

Wukong couldn't give less than a flying f*ck if his pajamas matched. Like he's at home, let him be as much of a fashion disaster as he wants!

Heck, back in his day, he was prancing with a leaf skirt and that was acceptable, let the monkey be damnit.

But he would own something very funky like those peach shorts but specifically wear them on break days or in private

(Mac definitely made an inappropriate joke bout it; he has a mark you could read the king's fortune off of, on his right cheek-)

Mac loves his clouds cloudy king so sure, slap them on his pants I think he'd have those long fluffy or silky pajama pants and he like has a couple he switches out for every now and them.

Wukong struck me as a big shirt, short shorts guy

and Mac'doodles as a small shirt, big pants

On a more angsty note, after death I think he'd be a lot colder like its harder to generate body heat naturally so he'd be a lot more cuddly with his toasted marshmallow king cause he was literally toasty fried for 49 days in heaven (49 earth years if 1 year in heaven is a year belief is true)

I was really debating if they'd be in a tree like normal monkeys or in the stone palace cause like that's a whole thing.

Wukong is not only a king in name, he's got riches and a whole ass stone mansion, I want my boi to one day overcome his guilt and indesire for self care and move into the big boi house with his husbando...one day.

But until then, a girl can dream.

Cause come on, that'd be cool. I understand it'd feel real lonely without the stalwart generals and brotherhood but like he has new company and rekindling with his warrior might help with that.

I also think they'd rather sleep in a cozy lil alclove or like the beds in historical c-dramas that are kinda built in and they build a mini nest of sorts.

I was going to draw the monkeys but tbh, just wasn't feelin it...

Also wanted their tails to make a heart but the lil pointy bit always bugs me so I tried to make it into a more plausible scenario

And irl updates, I have been like formally rehearsing for a performance all week (as in a play) and practicing all day, just watched the 1st cast do it and its my turn tomorrow so wish me luck!

(btw I'm working with young kids, like 8-12 young and they all congregated around me when they saw me drawing like I was a glorified babysitter

And the amount of times I had to put the message on Mac's shirt on a different layer and hide it like bruh. The kids are lovely and all and I'd be happy to show my work but as you can see...not all of my works are...100% PG)

(pls reblog and feedback and stuff, I worked hard on this plss I beg...)

[ultraviolenced888]

as i was talking about this a while ago, our cat hater winner: johnny mactavish!

(shower sex and poorly written smut overall, sorry it’s my first time)

“steamin’-” johnny muttered.

he laid his back on the armchair without moving further as your cat sat on his lap, looking up at him as it curled up in a ball.

johnny sighed, he tried to ignore the pet, but its purring was far from calming for him. “yer gonna get yer fur all over me trousers, ye mouser.”

the addressed animal opened his eyes and looked up at the scot, a confused expression on his sweet muzzle. “yeah, i’m talking to ye, ye-”

you walked into the room as you heard your boyfriend talking to himself. “what?”

“ye said this useless ball of fur was a born predator, a hunter, that he hated people…” johnny grumbled. he tried to push the cat off his lap, prying its claws from his pants, but it refused to budge.

you chuckle. “no, i just tell people that so when he purrs at them they feel special.”

“ye…” johnny smiled at the confession, heart warming up at your sweet gesture. “well, i don’t want him purrin’ and rubbin’ against me, next thing i know he’ll be pissing on me.”

“you’re being dramatic, johnny.” you roll your eyes, leaning down to kiss both of your beloveds head. you grimace as some fur sticks to your glossed lips.

“i thought this thing would be a tiger! traitors. the both of ye.”

“stop being dramatic, johnny, it’s a kitty-”

“dramatic?! i-” he started whining again before the cat dug its claws into his thigh. “fuckin’- stop that!”

“baby, i’m going to leave you with the stinky creature, don’t mind him.” you giggle as you walk towards the bathroom. “and i wasn’t talking to you, johnny.”

he rolled his eyes. “ ‘course not. stinky creature….”

he subtly scratched the cat under its chin, listening to its soft purrs. the cat, undeterred, continued to purr loudly, its bushy tail flicking back and forth. johnny looked down at the animal and sighed, a mixture of irritation and resignation visible in his eyes. “so this is my life now, huh?”

he listened to the noise of the shower turning on and kept stroking the cats back as he pretended to still be offended, looking down at the pet with a grimace. “bloody bastard…” he muttered, “doin’ it on purpose.”

after a few minutes he swatted the cat away with a groan and silently made his way towards the bathroom. he quietly turned the knob and entered the steamy room. his eyes were immediately drawn to your figure, hidden by the clouds of steam and shower structure (whether you own a glass shower or one with a curtain).

“mind if i join?” he asked as he already began undressing.

you chuckled. “where’s my baby?”

“the bloody furball is fine.” johnny rolled his eyes, removing his tshirt. “snoozin’ on my armchair. that was all he was after- happy?”

“did you treat him well?”

he gave you a mockingly offended look even if you couldn’t see him, placing his hand on his chest. “are ye implyin’ i’d treat yer precious child poorly? of course i treated the bloody cat fine.”

“then i guess you can join.” you hummed.

johnnys lips curled into a grin as he stepped into the shower. the water was warm, he was about to complain as he always took ice cold showers, but you smiled up at him. the water began cascading over his toned body, he took you in your naked form, wet and inviting. “looks like i’m here jus’ in time.” he grinned.

“yeah, condition my hair for me?” you grinned back as you turned your back to him.

johnny chucked, his teasing demeanour vanishing in an instant, replaced by a look of pure obedience, johnny was nothing if not inexplicably obedient, your have to thank his years in the military for that.

he reached over for your bottle of conditioner, opening it and pouring a generous amount onto his palm. he ran his fingers through your damp hair, massaging the conditioner in. his touch was firm yet gentle, his hands then moving to massage your scalp.

you let out a soft moan. “should’ve been a massager.” you hummed.

“i have a few other talents,” he teased, his hands working on your back and shoulders, “and all of them involve driving ye crazy with jus’ ma fingers.”

you turned around and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him. “i already know about that.” your arms wrapped around his neck, guiding his head lower. his lips immediately met yours, hands roaming over your wet skin, tracing the sweet curves of your body.

johnny backed you up against the wet and humid, cold tiles, his mouth never leaving yours. he wrapped his hands on the back of your thighs, your sign for you to jump up and he guided your thighs to wrap against his waist.

water cascaded over your bodies, slipping into the kiss he refused to break.

“ye look so pretty like this.” he muttered against your lips, aligning himself with your needy entrance, looking for a signal to stop. you bit his bottom lip and sucked on it, his mind cloudy as he pushed in, taking all the breath away from your lungs.

“johnny-” you breathlessly gasped, leaning against him as he bounced you up and down a few times.

“all right, hen?” he asked, burying his face in the crook of your neck to stabilise his breath.

you hummed. “jesus, johnny…”

he couldn’t resist the sound of your moans, his body thrusting into yours once more. he wanted to make it last, to enjoy the warmth of your pussy, where his cock had made its home.

his body moved perfectly in sync with yours, your hiccuped moans and gasps made him twitch inside of you, which only caused you to flutter around him. “hen- ye gotta-”

you bit his lips to shut him up, his arms almost losing their hold onto you. the sharp pain of your canines was a welcome contrast to the pleasure coursing through his body. his rhythm faltered for a second, before his teeth nibbled at the spot just below your ear that made you scream. “yer makin’ it real hard to hold back, bonnie…”

“then don’t-” you muttered as he thrusted into you again, quicker and harder. “johnny- god!”

he picked up the pace, his resolve crumbling under the weight of his desire, his body surging forward to meet yours. the wet sound of your skin slapping his and the water running made his brain buzz, the sound mingling with your ragged breaths and moans. “i could die here…” he muttered.

“johnny,” you croaked, hiccuping on little gasps, “i’m close…”

he felt your words die on your lips as he kissed them again with much more force, your body beginning to shudder.

johnny let out the lowest groan he could manage, almost animalistic rather than human as his breath came out in strained gasps. his body began to tremble as his release started building deep inside of him like a tidal wave. his cerulean blue eyes, deep ponds of seabeds, fell closed, his forehead pressed against yours.

his movements became erratic and unfocused as he rode the last waves of pleasure, his body spasming against yours.

he let out a guttural groan as he felt you clenching down against him one more time, and feeling your release dripping down his length, down to the base, pushed him over the edge. your moan became one with his as your body tensed against his. your lips found his and johnny returned the kiss eagerly, his body still pressed closer to yours. as he broke the kiss, he pulled back slightly, both of your chests rising and falling in shallow and quick breaths.

you looked away from his eyes as he couldn’t stop staring at you, fixing your hair that had stuck to your forehead as you screamed. “johnny!”

“what,” a wicked gleam in his eyes, “not enough already?”

“no, no, no!” you got free from his strong grasp and shut the water. you hopped out and wrapped yourself in a towel that was waiting for you on the sink. “you left the door open!”

his eyes followed your pointing finger to your cat, sitting, curious, by the discarded clothes on the floor.

“seems like our wee furry audience has had its education on human activities.” johnny chuckled, getting out of the shower after you and wrapping a clean white towel around his waist, hanging dangerously low. you eyes scanned him quickly before going back to your cat.

“johnny…” you sighed.

“relax, hen, the pest is okay-”

“you left the door open.” you crossed your arms over your chest and looked up at him.

“yes, yes, i left the door open, it’s a cardinal sin in this house, i ken. but i was a little… occupied.” he shrugged, eyes following the path of the small water drops that ran down your chest, disappearing into the valley of your breasts, an amused smile tugging at his lips.

you rolled your eyes, picking your cat up. “cmere baby…”

johnny followed you into the bedroom as you gently placed the cat on your bed, dropping the towel to the floor as you opened some drawers to fish out some underwear.

the scot leaned against the doorframe and looked at you with a fond smile on his face. “now that’s a view i won’t ever get tired of seeing.” he purred.

you turned your head and shot him a glance. “you gotta stop sneaking on me while im naked.”

johnnys eyes roamed over your body as you slipped into a clean pair of panties and one of his t-shirts. “an’ miss out a view like this? not a chance, hen.”

you rolled your eyes as he took a few steps and stood in front of you, hands finding their place on your waist. “we probably traumatised him…”

johnnys eyes darted to the cat sitting on your bed, attentively your every move. sounding like a worried mother, you kept your preoccupied whining.

“oh i think the little devil will survive a little trauma.” johnny hummed, kissing just below your ear. “ ‘sides, i think we just gave him a lesson on human nature.”

“but what if we just gave him ideas- and he goes fucking every cat in the neighbourhood now?” you whine.

johnnys laughter echoed loudly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “well, we can’t have our wee furball turning into a casanova, can we?” his lips twitched in amusement. “though, i have to admit, he’s got quite the presence. maybe it’s already too late for the neighbourhood cats.”

you slapped his chest lightly, holding back a laughter. “i’m serious-”

he reached to cup your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. he kissed your forehead, then your nose and finally your lips. “alright, alright. we’ll keep an eye on the lad. no more traumatising the cats of the neighbourhood.”

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I've been dreaming of the Savanna Cleaner.

Give a man a fish, and he’ll eat well for a day. Teach a man how to fish, and he’ll never go hungry.

He'll clean up his plate, and the town along the way.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

He's up before the first crack of light hits the horizon. When the sun makes itself known, Ruggie is already halfway across town.

Sneaking is a specialty of his, learned from a young age. He darts along the savanna, quick as a whip, even when he's balancing several large containers. Their contents are as precious as gold.

His shadow ducks into alleyways and behind homes, hugging the darkness as the sun seeks him out. It was here where he would hide, waiting for easy pickings: gullible people to relieve of their wallets, rotten or meager scraps of food no one but the truly desperate desired.

Those days are long behind him now.

He passes a schoolhouse, a library, a park and a playground. All shiny and new, bearing shiny plaques. They had sprouted up years back, paid off by some generous benefactor. To liven up this place, they had said.

His destination appears along the road ahead. It's a building, simple and squat, with a similar plaque hanging by the entrance.

[The Sunbeam Community Center]

{Donated by Ruggie Bucchi}

He sneaks around, producing a hairpin from the breast pocket of his vest. A tool of his trade. Setting his containers down, Ruggie kneels and jiggles the pin around in the lock of the back door.

A minute later, and the door swings open without a problem. He enters, containers and all, placing them on the first free counter he spots. The instant his hands are freed up, a band of shrieks erupts from somewhere in the sun-streaked room.

“Get’im!!”

Small bodies rush at him from every direction, bursting out of cabinets and from behind furniture. They cling to his limbs, grip at his clothes, squealing for attention. Ruggie careens this way and that, body swaying from the extra weight thrown on top of him.

"Alright, alright," he groans, "I get it, you little brats! Get offa me already! How's a hyena supposed to get anything done like this?!"

"Awww, do we HAVE to?" one boy whines.

"But we haven't seen you in forever, Ruggie-nii!" a girl complains. "You're so busy with your fancy big-bucks job that you can't hang out as much as you used to."

"Yes, now off or no treats! We gotta fill our stomachs first before playing, right?"

At the promise of food, the children scrambled off of him. They collect in a sizable pack, all staring up at Ruggie with wide eyes.

Heh, always does the trick. He knows--at one point, he had been in their shoes.

"That's better." Ruggie adjusts his crooked shirt, then eyes the slum kids and street rats. Grimy, thin, sickly--that is how he remembers them. Now they've filled out a little more, their outfits well-fitting and clean. Some of them have a restored ruddiness to their cheeks, or a sheen to their tails.

Receiving the basic necessities tended to do that.

"Anyway, how'd you guys get in before the staff did? They must all still be snoozin' in their cots."

"Picked the lock," the kids chant.

"Then we hid and waited to ambush our prey!"

"... Great Seven, guess I'm a bad influence after all," Ruggie confesses. Tsk. They beat me to the punch. I was gonna be the one to surprise them. He doesn't linger for too long on it. "Eh, whatever. My conscience is light. Since you're all here, you might as well help me prep for tonight’s soup kitchen services."

"Whaaat? You said we'd eat first!"

"Yeah, eating and then playing!"

A slow, mischievous smile spreads on his face. "Huh, did I say that?"

"You diiiiid!"

He laughs. "Yeah, yeah. Don't worry, I didn't forget." Ruggie slapped a hand on one of the main containers he had bought in. "Here's your surprise--had Granny help me whip'm up."

"Thanks for the grub!"

The children clamor, greedy hands sticking out to snatch up rings of fried dough--perfectly golden, crisp exterior and fluffy interior. Some were dipped in chocolate, others iced in sugar glaze or coated in a fine powder. The toppings varied greatly, from crushed nuts to rainbow sprinkles and freeze-dried fruits.

One donut after another is wolfed down, fingers growing increasingly sticky from the indulgence.

"Oi, oi, eat that fast and you'll get bellyaches!" Ruggie warns. "And save some for me, I'm hungry too!!"

He makes a dive for one, capturing it before a child's nipping teeth do. The hyena sighs before popping it into his mouth and breaking off a piece. He's still chewing when one of the kids pipes up.

"I'm jealous, Ruggie-nii! You get to eat yummy stuff like this every day and swim in a pool full of gold and jewels and thaumarks."

Swim in a pool full of gold, jewels, and thaumarks? Is that what they think the mega-rich do for fun...?

"Nishishishishi, I wouldn't say that--but it's definitely a way cushier life than what I had before." He absentmindedly licks off granules of sugar from his thumb and goes in for another bite.

Ruggie thinks of his grandmother--sweet Granny Bucchi, who speaks with a stutter and needs assistance shuffling from her bed to the front door. She's getting up there in age, but never lost her fierce spark.

At least she can live comfortably in retirement now.

"... Yeah, definitely a cushier life than before," he remarks.

"You have buildings with your name on it too!" another child says. "They only do that when you give a lotta lotta LOTTA money! I want a building named after me too."

"’N you still visit us," a third adds, "to give us gifts 'n stuffs."

Ruggie finishes off his donut and shrugs. “What else am I gonna do with my cash, burn it?”

I wouldn’t turn my back on this place and take off into the sunset.

He had been poor, but he had also been happy here in spite of that. Long days watching Granny work her magic in their decrepit kitchen, sharing scraps and tricks to the local troublemakers, making up games that didn’t need tools or money. Those were precious memories, forever immortalized in amber.

He crams a second donut into his mouth.

Man, when’d I get so sentimental?

“I wanna be just like you when I grow up, Ruggie-nii. How can I be like you?”

“I wanna know too!”

“Me too, me too!”

“C’mon! Pretty please tell us?”

Ruggie swallows. "Okay, squirts. You wanna know the real secret to success? Clean the gunk outta your ears and listen up.”

The kids leaned in, ears perked and bobbing their heads eagerly.

Ruggie pretends to look both ways, then leans in as well, making a show of dramatizing his announcement. "… You eat well, play hard, and work and study even harder! That way, you can make your own bright futures and keep spreading the wealth~”

“Aw, we have to study?”

“That’s what the school and the library’s for. Can’t live off of money taken from the pockets of rich folks—you gotta sustain yourself, cuz I might not always be here.”

“Really?”

“Really, really.” Ruggie points out of the window, and to a sky brightening with sunshine. “One day, I’ll be a star too. Then it’s all up to you guys to send the same message to the next litter that comes along. One story from this generation to the next, and then to the one after…”

It’s how they tell stories in the slums, when they were too poor for paper and pencils. They had only words and the voices that spin them.

“… Oh, right. Speaking of that, how are you guys doing with your homework? I know you just started recently and it’s kinda tough getting into it.”

“Errr…” The kids worriedly glance at one another. Ruggie’s suspicions sharpen—this experience, so reminiscent of hunting down his dorm leader for missing assignments.

“You have been doing it, right?”

No one is brave enough to offer an answer. One girl at the head of the group blurts out, “Run!!” and sends the children into a frenzied panic.

They race for the exit, but Ruggie is quicker. He blocks the door and playfully snaps his teeth.

“Think you can escape?” A flash his teeth. “Try me.”

He’s having too much fun to let it be over this soon.

[ddejavvu]

Looks like I’m in your inbox to fucking stay cause I just caught myself thinking abt girldad Hotch and big brother Jack.

Jack is your very first visitor after you have your daughter, your parents having picked him up from yours and Aaron’s place to meet his new sister. He bursts into the room so excited, grinning and reaching up for where your still very red faced daughter was nestled into the crook of your arm. Hotch picks him up and helps him onto the bed so he can lay next to you, staring at his baby sister. He reaches out and gently feels her cheek with his chubby fingertips.

“She’s so soft!”

“She’s brand new buddy,” Aaron says in same soft voice you’ve heard him use when Jack’s falling asleep.

Omg and skin to skin with Aaron? He’s all propped up on your bed without a shirt on, just in the pj pants he slept in. She’s curled against his warm skin, little round cheek smushed over his heart.

My girlfriend needs to get me pregnant rn babies are so great

JACKERS :')))) ohhhh he'd be such a good big brother!! he's So Excited for the baby to come and you send him to jj's or your parents bc he can't be in the delivery room and he asks her the entire time if the baby is here yet :(( he's missing you guys so much that they films a little video of him for you and he tells you that he's so excited to meet his baby sister!!

when you call him over he is ecstatic. he races into the waiting room and hotch tells him he's not allowed to run in a hospital but he's like !! these people have to understand !! i'm a big brother !! this is my job !! i gotta meet her !! so when he gets all snuggled up on the bed and peers at her for the first time :(((

he lands a big ol' smooch on her forehead!! and you feel your fucking heart drop because germs germs germs little boy germs oh my god but it's a sweet thought and it's not like you can undo it

"She's brand new, buddy." AND WHAT IF I SOBBED A LOT. LIKE A LOT OF TEARS CAME OUT OF MY EYES. hotch loves watching his son love :')))))))

what if i collapsed.. SKIN TO SKIN WITH HIM!!! you turn the tv on really soft and low and he just lets the little baby girl rest on his chest and he's got a big hand over her back and she's just snoozing :'))) snoozin' on her dad :'))) it's so domestic and intimate and you take wayyyy too many pictures 'cause they look so cozy and it almost kills you to put her in her crib for the night :(( it almost kills him too 'cause he wants to Hold Her Forever :'))

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yeah i had baby fever and i started nannying i was like this will help!! i'll be around babies so i'll get the good parts and it'll go away but also i will change shitty diapers and clean up vomit and it'll go away!! and it didn't go away at all. it's worse. it's so much worse.

[diabolikpersonals]

kanato cl endings!! this is my new favorite kanato route!! and for once, I think the good ending is more satisfying than the bad one lol

euphoria end:

in the church, kanato concludes that he just can’t ignore the sakamaki brothers. he has all kinds of feelings for them, including jealousy and contempt, and because of that, he won’t be able to part with them easily. (thats the most backwards way to say you love them I’ve ever heard, but I’ll take it!! good job, kanato!!) but outside, the scarlet and violet families are arguing over who gets to go inside and steal eve. ayato and laito are standing guard, and even though they’re SO outnumbered, ayato declares that they’ve got no choice but to stop em. and laito says it’s for his oniichan’s sake ^^

kanato… [wiping tears] …wants to go save ayato and laito. he can’t leave them, because they’re brothers who have been together since before they were born.

before he goes, he and yui stand at the altar and yui comments that it feels like a wedding, but kanato refutes that they can’t possibly have a wedding without wedding cake. they have a ring, though! because kanato bit yui’s ring finger earlier and it left a scar. so, because it might be their last time, they exchange vows and kiss.

…which is, of course, the key to leaving this place. everything goes white and they’re back in the real world. yui thinks ayato and laito are dead for a sec, but theyre just snoozin. karl heinz shows up, explains the whole thing, and gives kanato a pat on the back and tells him it’s time to inherit his powers.

kanato says, no way!! I won’t be king. I once thought that I didn’t care about those other guys, but I’ve just realized I have all these complicated feelings about them, and I don’t know what I’ll do if those guys are gone. so I won’t be all alone like you, father.

karl heinz is like “lmao…I’ll give u a little more time” and he disappears. time to go home. kanato jokes that they can leave ayato and the others behind, but he’s not serious >_> so they get to work waking em up. kanato says that he never thought such a day would come, but he misses how noisy the sakamaki house is. (awwww…!!)

back at the sakamaki house, the triplets + yui are studying together for a makeup exam. ayato and laito start goofing off after ten minutes, but kanato is SERIOUS because reiji hid all his sweets so he NEEDS to pass. he kicks his brothers out so he can focus, then grumbles that he should’ve left them at the miniature garden (LMAO) but yui’s like “aww, you’re totally having fun.” they make out and kanato says he loves her no matter where they are, and all’s well that ends well!! good for them!

labyrinth end:

yui confidently tells kanato she’ll trust whatever his decision is, and he’s like “okay. I want to murder everyone.” yui is all UMMM anything but that, please??? but he’s not listening. he sucks her blood till she loses consciousness

it suddenly cuts to carla whipping ruki and shin till they pass out, which is awesome but very unexpected. it’s the first we’ve seen them since they got captured lol. subaru arrives to tell carla that eve is at the church, so off we go!!

at the church, ayato and laito have gotten their asses severely kicked by scarlet fam. yuma also collapses and shu’s like “yuma….!” which is enough otp crumbs to keep me fed all week, thank you very much. carla arrives on the scene and starts shittalking with reiji, but then…!!

………..when yui wakes up, she sees kanato is covered in blood and she’s like “oh god we have to treat ur injuries!” and of course kanato’s like “dont worry, it’s not my blood ^^” he happily tells her that he’s almost finished taking care of things here, and he continues his unspeakable violence. he’s killed everyone and they’re the only ones left. he hugs her, and the blood he’s covered with is still warm.

well it doesn’t work; they don’t go home. (not that this would work anyway, but aren’t ruki and shin still alive in the violet dungeon? am I wrong…? did carla kill them? whatever.) yui faints and can’t speak, so kanato moves her around like a doll. they’ll live forever in this world, then, just the two of them. it’ll be awfully quiet.

back in the real world, karl heinz is like “my friend. did u get my sons killed” and socrates is like “sowwy :( I just didnt think it was worth it to lose my best friend to some immature adam.” karl heinz says it’s ok, and socrates suggests reversing time. karl heinz is like sure, yeah, let’s reverse time and have them try again. (EXCUSE ME???? EXCUSE ME????????????? COULD U DO THAT THIS WHOLE TIME. THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING) so I guess they, uh, reverse time and try again????.?.??

[samthecookielord]

(Intro) - (Previous)

With a bit of convincing, Ivor gets Jesse to take a potion of eepiness! yay!

And with that, you get Jesse to take a goddamn nap already. You only realize after they’re already snoozin' that you probably should have kept them awake to teleport everyone back

Oops lol.

So you have to take them back on foot. ‘Cause they snooze for a while. Ivor and the entire redstone block he added to the potion <33

On the way, Jesse talks in their sleep! How cute and quirky of them. They say things like “we need to get rid of the sun, it’s bad for him” and “i gotta kill romeo” because they’re just so silly and quirky.

The player regains control of Jesse. The first thing they see when they wake up is a picture frame. It’s the picture from before except they fixed it and jesse isn’t obscured anymore. Maybe there’s like notes from each of the friends next to it. insert another group hug here. We don’t have a ton of ideas for this episode lolll i guess it’s like a slice of life episode about repairing your relationship with the beacontown citizens? Also stella is there! Stella probably had a silly sitcom B plot while all the wacky stuff with the main cast was happening. Maybe she made up with Lluna too. We love to see it

Also you can show Twoben to the guy with the pigs. You know the one. You can show him Twoben. And Twoben’s little booties. Also maybe kevin from stampy is there because why the hell not. omg yay

Radar is now honest about being a zombie and you get him an umbrella so he can walk around during the day without overheating. Since you’re god you can just set the time to night if need be anyway. Provided you light up beacontown really good. Also you go to him privately and tell him that if he wants to quit his job on account of the manslaughter that would be ok

Jesse: Hey… Radar: Yeah? Jesse: Just so you know, if you don't... feel comfortable still working here, I get that, and it's okay. I can help you find someplace else, if you want.

Radar thinks for a moment.

Radar: Actually, I think I’ll be okay.  Jesse: Really? Radar: Yeah. It was… really scary, but we’re friends. I know you never wanted to hurt me, and it was scary for you too. It’d be kind of nice to stick together, I don’t know. Jesse: If you’re sure.

Radar goes to Romeo to help make sense of his notes on Jesse’s powers. He is the only one who can do this because he is really good at not immediately punching him for everything even if he really wanted to. He is so brave. Gold star for him.

and then uhhhh that's the end of the doc! aside from dedicated episode to oc shenanigans. theres probably a lot we missed simply due to forgetting to put it on the doc LOL but we hope you enjoyed!

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it's not over yet?

(? You can now play as Radar)

[thediaryofhenry]

Still snoozin 😴

Don't fret though. He manages to wake up from midnight to 3am every morning for his scheduled zoomies

[wri0thesley]

My alternative list on how to survive yandere diluc:

Fuck him so hard that he literally cannot do any yandere shit because he’s too exhausted from havin his balls drained.

If you want him to fuck you while you sleep then literally just wear a little shorter than normal nightgown. He’s so depraved he’ll get horny over just seeing a ankle prolly.

For entertainment just like show a bare shoulder and watch him get all flustered and hot and bothered or just tell him he’s got nice tits and enjoy seeing his face match his hair.

If you don’t want to him to fuck u in hyour sleep then just fuck him till he passes out then go to sleep. You gotta make sure he’s been milked throughly tho otherwise he’ll go for round 5 while you snoozin

Ask for sweet little kitty kitty and treat it like your baby. Make sure u still give diluc attention otherwise he will get jealous. (Although knowing cats the cat would probably be more fond of diluc anyways) so just keep calling said cat your son and just make cute little remarks sbout how the kitty is like your child (although that’ll prolly ignite some breeding kink for him so be prepared for that i know i am ;)

Also if you want to go outside just ask him if you could go on a picnic date outside because its always been your dream to have relaxing picnics with your lover and while the manor is okay you just want something more romantic and special and blah blah. Really make him feel like he is neglecting you emotionally if he won’t do this thing for you. It’s important that you haven’t rebelled or been bad before so he doesn’t think you’ll run. You’ll probably still be by the winery but its something. Obviously you won’t be able to escape but you can get more outdoors time if you show him more affection and shower him I’m praise during said picnic. Just get all touchy and kissy with him and suddenly you’ll find he takes you out a lil more after.

In general if you want something that goes against his rules just put on that disappointed sad pout and shake your head sadly while you tell him to just disregard what you asked for in a voice that makes him feel like hes just shattered into a million pieces. Then sulk the whole day making him think he hurt your feelings so badly.

I would say if you want him to be your lil meow meow then you shouldn’t be overly affectionate but only as like a reward. Like don’t initate affection yourself unless he’s done something you like. Like getting you a cat or letting you go outside for a brief time. Just lay your head against him and sigh happily as you tell him how wonderful of a time you had when you went outside on the patio with him literally grabbing your arm the whole time. Etc,

anon i got your other guides to surviving yans too and i will publish them slowly over the next few days!!! i repeat though that i do not NEED to survive yandere diluc. he will be eating out of the palm of my hand because i am an introvert who loves him who is perfectly happy to live in his manor and not go outside. dream life!!!!

[acecasinova]

The Clown Council has been fed and is mostly chill now, though I feel they would be more content had I turned on the TV already or All of Their Toys

The Clown Council has assembled