#he's extremely wiggly but I'm happy with that

[i-lavabean]

Some animation exercises using Aang again

[mickandmusings]

felt good on my lips

part of the 'hangman & honey' series! (stand alone story)

summary: as the sun settles over the texas air on the most patriotic day of the year, honey and jake find themselves encased in a different kind of heat, the kind that had little to do with the burning star in the sky. that night, as fireworks erupt against the starry sky, a different kind of spark flames between the two.

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warnings: sticky sweet fluff, southern american traditions, a fourth of july special, some slightly suggestive thoughts from jake and honey's mind (nothing spicy)

*timeline: this takes place the summer after part III!

**i'm not sure if this is common knowledge anywhere outside of the southern US, so some explanation: window air conditioning units are necessary for most older homes (they get extremely hot), the 'pig' is a local grocery store aka piggly wiggly, and also, kids are always sort of everywhere at family get-togethers, and the closest adult will take care of whatever kid, whether they belong to them or not, lol. southern americans give their grandparents weird names.

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Under the scorching rays of the Texas sun, Jake lifts his shirt to wipe the sweat dripping down his face. It's nearing lunchtime, and it's prime time for the heat index to reach its max temperature. He'd been outside for an hour or so now, setting up folding tables and taping cheap red, white and blue tablecloths to them. His extended family would be trudging down Seresin Farm Road in an hour's time, and the day's festivities would be off and away. His grandmother had all but stormed into his bedroom at eight that morning, startling not only him, but Honey who was sleeping peacefully between his arms. (They were both more startled at the fact that they weren't technically supposed to be sleeping in the same bed anymore, and that they'd been caught, but Janet had seemed more focused on the fact she had a dozen more people to feed.)

After he sets up the last table in the front yard, he sighs and decides to shed the sweat-drenched shirt plastering to his chest. He wipes his face with it and takes a moment to look at his work before he went to retrieve his next task from his grandmother. The tablecloths were uneven and more than a little wonky, but they would do good enough. He shrugs and begins to make his trek back to the farmhouse. Jake's bad mood had already begun to seep in, he truly despised most of his extended family. They only visited on holidays, despite only living an hour or so away in Austin. They never visited for any pure reason, they always came when they needed or wanted something-primarily monetary-from his well-off grandparents. They would come and complain incessantly about the heat or the simplicity of small-town life, and it drove Jake absolutely mad. As he walked up the porch steps, he heard Honey's boisterous laughter filtering through the screen door he was opening. Her sweet happiness made the tension fall from his shoulders, and his face broke into a small grin.

His eyes found her immediately-she's standing at the kitchen counter next to his grandmother, a pair of denim shorts adorning her legs and her his well-worn, thin white shirt on her torso, doing little to hide the red and white striped swimsuit top underneath it. Jake felt heat fill his blood, and he knew the Texas sun had nothing to do with it. Her hair fell in waves across her shoulders from the braid she'd slept in, and she stood barefoot as she stirred something in a mixing bowl. Neither Janet nor Honey had heard him walk in, so Jake stood in the door frame, a smirk painted across his face. He watched them work in perfect tandem-there's no chatter between them, they navigated the kitchen without having to say a word-Honey working on sweets while his grandmother seemed to be making something in a casserole dish. Country music filled the kitchen from the radio on the opposite counter, and the hum of the window air-conditioning unit sounded over it, providing the ambiance of Jake's idea of a perfect southern, summer day.

After standing staring at his girlfriend for probably far too long, Jake decided to make his presence known. He sneakily slides his hands around Honey's waist, causing her to jump and let out a small yelp. She turns around in his arms, her eyes wide as she looks at him, her mouth open like she has something to say but she falls silent when she looks down at his bare torso. Jake laughs and places a chaste kiss on her cheek, and she sends him a pointed look when she composes herself.

"You scared the absolute mess out of me, Jacob Thomas!"

He kisses her other cheek, distracting her long enough to snatch a cookie from the plate in front of her. Janet watches from the corner of her eye, smiling as she chastises and shoos Jake out of her kitchen. He shuffles up the stairs to his and Honey's room to get in his own patriotic swimwear, leaving Honey with a rosy blush on her face. Honey tries to swallow her visions of the sight of him down, focusing on icing the cupcakes in front of her with red icing and white and blue sprinkles, but her cheeks still flamed.

"You alright, Honey, need me to bump up the air in here? You're looking a little red," Janet's voice is dripping with faux sympathy, she's not stupid, she knows why Honey is blushing.

"Uh, n-no, I'm fine," Honey gives her a bright smile, focusing back on the desserts she was supposed to be finishing up. The sound of Jake's heavy footsteps come down the stairs, American-flag printed swim trucks on his tanned legs, a white and blue Cowboys shirt on his torso. Honey rolled her eyes, had she really fallen in love with the most stereotypical American dream boy known to man?

"Jake, dear," Janet's voice pipes up, turning to face her grandson. "Alice is bringing her grandkids along, the younger ones. I bought some water balloons the other day, they're in that Pig bag on the back porch. Why don't you and Honey fill those up, hm?"

"Yes ma'am," Jake nodded heading towards the back door, Honey right behind him. He holds the door open for her, and slides his hand across her waist and into the back pocket of her shorts as they walk around back. Honey looks over at her boyfriend, not surprised by his action, but more so his constant affections today. She uses the plastic bag full of water balloons to slap his chest playfully.

"You're touchy today, Seresin." Honey's voice is humorous, simply jabbing at him as a joke.

Jake's green eyes shine in the sun, his eyebrows furrowing as he shakes his head, his favorite Longhorns cap backwards against his head. Once they reach the back of the house, Jake (unfortunately) lets go of his hold on her, turning on the water at the faucet. Honey dumps the bucket full of rainwater next to it, making room for their tied balloons.

"Sweetheart, after you meet my asshole family members you might run like hell, got to hold on to you while I can."

Honey frowns, she knows all about asshole family members.

"Jake you've met my mother and didn't run, I think I'll be just fine."

Jake fills a blue balloon with water, handing it over for her to tie off. He lets out a dry chuckle, pausing his actions to look up at her.

"Take your mother, times her by like eight, and give her four kids a piece, and grandkids. Then, give them all better-than-you attitudes and lookin' down their noses at you. Honey, baby, they're monsters."

It was Honey's turn to feel heat wash over her, and, under the shade of the house, she knew it had little to do with the heat and the new pet name Jake had just used. She'd never say it, too embarrassed to admit something like that to him, but she certainly liked that one the most. She stands stock still, holding the completed balloon in her hand, only staring as Jake fills another one, this time red. He hands it to over to her to tie, and notices her not moving.

"You alright, Hon?" He ties off the balloon himself, noticing the flames painting her cheeks. "Damn, you're already red. Can't stand in the sun five minutes before your skin starts burnin'."

He slings his hat over her head, the bill facing forward now.

"That'll at least keep your face from peelin' tonight."

Honey could've told him the truth, that the red was from a blush, but she didn't. She simply smiled, tucking her hair into the back of the hat to fashion a ponytail as she helped him finish the task at hand. As Jake slung the bucket into his arms and the pair started walking back towards the house, the rumble of vehicles sounded down their gravel driveway. Jake stops in his track, using his spare hand to hold onto Honey's, his voice annoyed as he spoke:

"Fuck me! They're already here."

Honey only laughed and shook her head, pulling her dramatic boyfriend back towards the house as she spoke:

"Hey, look at this way, we hang out here for a few hours, and then we have fireworks out at Willie's family's place at nine, and we're leaving before then to swim with Brett and Willie, and then you won't have to see them again until Thanksgiving."

Jake sighed, pulling her into him by the waist. The backyard was secluded enough that they could have a private moment, so Jake leaned in for a deep kiss. Honey felt her skin tingle with goosebumps, Jake's hands on her hips sending them down her spine. They broke apart and he winked at her, walking around the front to greet his family.

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After meeting Jake's family, Honey realized he hadn't been exaggerating when he thought they were the worst. The adults had a sort of holier-than-thou air about them, with the exception of his Uncle Danny who seemed to be relatively down to Earth. Danny's only downside was that he came with his overly judgmental wife, Yvonne, who sneered at the dirt on the bottom of her fancy-looking sandals, and his six kids. Jake seemed to like Danny, and the two carried on a conversation over one of the tables. Honey found herself off to the side, not wanting to interrupt. She nursed a solo cup of lemonade as she watched the Seresin family interact with one another-a perpetual wallflower in any social situation. Janet and Jacob Sr. sat with a group of older family members, swapping laughter and memories of those long gone. Honey felt herself pick at the skin around her fingernails, swallowing a set of tears that loomed behind her eyes. Even if Jake despised his family, with their attitudes and short looks, at least he had a family to see each other on holidays. Honey thought of her mother, likely at a party with her new boyfriend's family, before she shut the thought down completely, her bottom lip between her teeth. Without much thought, she went around to the back porch, overlooking the group of kids playing in the sprinkler. All of Danny's kids (all under ten, and completely wild) played with Alice's two granddaughters peacefully, and Honey smiled. She had a slew of cousins back home in Mississippi, and, in times like these, she missed them terribly.

When she looked back up at the kids, she saw the scene of disaster unfold before her eyes. One of Danny's older girls had all but barreled into Alice's youngest granddaughter, who couldn't have been older than two. The toddler hit her head against the ground hard, and it was obvious by the look on her face a round of tears were coming. Honey's instinct kicked in before her logical thinking, and she shuffled down the stairs of the porch and scooped the little girl up before her loud sobs filled the air.

"Hey, hey, you're okay, you're okay," Honey rocked her in her arms, the toddler now sobbing against Honey's shoulder. Honey looked down at her for any possible bruises or knots on her head, but she seemed fine, the fall had most likely just startled her. "How about we go get you a popsicle, yeah? That sound good?"

The toddler, whom Honey still didn't know the name of, nodded against her shoulder, and Honey sighed in relief. She brought the young girl onto the porch and wraps her in her Barbie towel, plopping her into the rocker on the porch. Honey slings open the freezer and spots the plastic bag of different colored popsicles.

"What color, little lady?" Honey smiles at the toddler with sopping wet pigtails. A grin forms on the young girl's face as she shyly responds. "Blue."

Honey smiles and retrieves the popsicle and hands it to her, popping it open and smiling down at her.

"You alright?" Honey speaks, sitting down in the rocker opposite her. "That was a pretty hard hit."

The toddler nods as blue begins to stain her mouth, her big brown eyes looking over at Honey. "I okay, thanks."

Honey laughs at the toddler babble and begins to look out at the other children again, the children still running through the sprinkler safely. It isn't until she feels a cold hand on her leg that Honey looks down, the toddler looking up at her with her arms raised. She wants to be picked up. Honey picks her up and places her into her lap, the girl looking at her with a blue, toothy grin.

"I'm Presley."

Honey grins widely, "Hi Presley, my name is Honey."

The toddler smiles again, getting more comfortable in Honey's grasp.

"You're pretty."

"Me?" Honey jokes with the girl. "You Miss Presley are so pretty."

Presley giggles and Honey finds herself laughing too. The two are so absorbed in conversation about Barbies and Presley's preschool friends that they don't notice Alice and Janet rounding around to the front in the search for Presley, Jake behind them, in search of Honey.

"There you are, sweetheart," Alice coos to her granddaughter. Honey grows shy, not knowing Alice well. When Jake spots her, his eyes grow wide, his blonde-haired baby cousin sitting in Honey's lap. Honey was relaxed, her body language comfortable. Jake stops in his tracks, another feeling coming over him that he couldn't explain. The sight of the girl he was in love with, sweetly comforting the toddler in her arms made his emotions stir.

Presley looks at her grandmother from Honey's lap. "I okay, Gigi. Honey gave me a 'sicle!" The toddler waved the partially melted treat in the air. Honey's sweet smile formed across her face as she looked down at Presley, and Jake's heart hammered. He'd never seen Honey so comfortable with strangers, but he knew his girl's heart, and she had a soft spot for babies. Presley launched into her grandmother's arms and Honey went to meet Jake down at the bottom of the stairs. His jade green eyes glimmered down at her, her sun-kissed face hidden under his baseball cap that still sat on her head. All he wanted to do was pull her in for a heated kiss, but he decided against it, given that their company was made up of children and his own grandmother.

Honey smiled up at him, "You alright? They annoy you that much already?"

Jake only shook his head, grabbing her hand and intertwining with his own.

Honey gave him a look, as if she didn't fully believe him. "Ready to head to Willie's place?"

Jake nodded, kissing her cheek. She smiled.

"Did you grab our towels? I can go get us some if not it's-"

"I got it, baby, go get in the truck."

Honey stilled in his arms. That damn nickname was going to kill her.

-

Later that night, Jake and Honey found themselves sitting on the sandbar of the river under the moon, Willie and Brett both drunk off of Willie's dad's beer he'd stolen. Jake nor Honey had been as brave, Honey had half of one before she'd tossed it to the side, and Jake had finished it. Jake laughed as Willie tossed Brett into the water, both of them mock-fighting one another. Honey had long since had her fill of swimming, her hair damp and a beach towel around her shivering body. Jake had one arm slung over her, pressing her against his side for more warmth. If he was honest, he'd spent less time swimming with his friends and more staring at Honey in her swimsuit. She lazily floated on her back as his stupid friends all but drowned one another. Now she sat next to him as Brett and Willie picked themselves up out of the water and headed back towards the cabin that Willie's family owned, getting ready to set off fireworks with his family.

Jake had appreciated their offer for he and Honey to join them, but Jake knew Honey would much rather enjoy the fireworks without Willie's entire extended family around. Selfishly, he wanted a moment alone with her anyways. She smiled up at him in the silence, her eyes shining in the moonlight.

"It always ends with just us, huh?" Her voice comes out.

"You complainin'?" Came Jake's retort.

She shook her head, leaning up to kiss his cheek, resting her head against his shoulder. Silence settled over them, and someone shouted in the distance before a display of lights burst across the black sky. Honey smiled as she watched the display, but Jake's focus was on her instead. They hadn't had a true moment alone since his 16th birthday a few weeks before, and he was going to savor every second he had. Her eyes darted at the lights in the sky, Jake's hand resting on the bare skin of her torso, the spot not covered by her swimsuit. His thumb brushed against her skin, and she smiled up at him again. When they caught eyes, Jake couldn't stop himself, his opposite hand coming to her chin to connect their lips. As a round of blue fireworks filled the air, neither of them caught the display, Honey's hands in Jake's blonde locks, and both of his now pulling her into his lap. She giggled faintly as they pulled apart, that kiss had been more heated than she'd intended. Honey feels brave, pulling him back into another kiss just like the last. Jake's hands move to her hips, his heart racing at her touch. He thinks back to Brett's comment about him already being 'whipped', and as Honey's lips meet his again, he knows he's done for. Soon it's messy, clashing teeth and fumbling hands. Jake gently pulls her back, his southern gentleman instinct kicking in. His eyes are dark, darker than Honey's ever seen them, and he's breathing heavy.

"We should probably slow down, baby."

She stills again, her entire frame encapsulated in flames. Her hands go back to Jake's hair. Their faces are close, but their lips aren't touching.

"I love it when you call me that," her voice is a whisper, and Jake almost doesn't hear her over the fireworks popping in the sky. His eyes dart between her own, his lips barely meeting hers before he mumbles.

"Baby," His lips crash against hers, and Honey, in an act most definitely unusual to her nature, let's herself go completely. There's no shy hesitation, she's unabashedly aflame for him, the name feeling ridiculously good against her lips.

As much as Jake wanted to let this progress, the logical part of his brain refuses to allow him to take her on the dusty sandbar of his friend's spot on the river. He pulls away and pushes the hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear, kissing her forehead and pulling her into his chest. He watched the rest of the firework show with Honey in his arms, placing relatively innocent kisses to the side of his neck as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. When Brett and Willie had come back to retrieve them, they'd teased them relentlessly-kissing noises and snarky comments about the couple-but Jake let it roll of his shoulders as he carried Honey piggy-back up the hill and back to his truck, her head resting on his shoulder on the way home. His hand rests against her thigh, his thumb lazily rubbing against her skin.

The night is quiet, the country music in his truck at a low volume. When he pulls up to the house, Honey's fast asleep against him. He shakes his head fondly and slides her out of the truck, tossing their towels and wet clothes across the front banister of the porch. His grandparents had long since gone to bed, and Jake was thankful, he was too tired to try to sneak Honey from her room across the hall into his. He simply brings her straight into his room, and places her carefully onto their bed. He carefully peels off her shoes and chucks them across the room before falling into bed beside her. He pulls her close, and his eyes are fluttering shut before he can even remember to shut off the lamp on his bedside table. He only mumbles down to her before he falls into deep sleep:

"G'night, baby."

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I finally finished it!

Welcome fully to the world, human Lord's in Black!

My favorite design is probably Blinky and Tinky. The only one I'm not 100% happy with is Wiggly. I wanted to give him more detailed tartan pants but I just gave up. He has Christmas colors though, I thought it was funny. Nibbly having tanlines was a completely random choice. I think him having a bagel in his mouth gave me too much Aoi Asahina vibes and I was compelled for the tanlines lol

The story so far is that Webby got tired of her brothers wreaking havoc and decided they needed to see how hard it is to be human. She sent them all to Hatchetfield, with Wilbur Cross in toe to keep them in line, as human teenagers. She left Wilbur a book of everything they need to know, including new names and semi new human forms. Along with these new fully human bodies comes with human issues, like disabilities and mental health issues. (AKA more headcanons I can force onto them lol)

Individuals and more info under the cut

First up and shortest at 5 foot 4, Nibblenephim.

Nibbly is now named Nikolai Phillips, or Nicky for short. He is the only one of the LiB to have been put in an AFAB body due to his genderfluid identity and more feminine leaning nature. He does not mind this at all.

When Nicky goes to school he decides on joining the Culinary club, desperate to learn how to cook since Wilbur is so garbage at it. He is constantly being hit on by everyone at school and he takes advantage of it to make them take him to Pasqualli’s to get free food.

With Nibblys design I wanted to steer away from the classic Hairstyle. Everyone has his eyes covered, and while I do love that design so much, it would get in the way of his cooking and it isn't practical. I personally hc him as genderfluid and afab so I had to do it to him lol

The "human issue" I'm giving Nicky is ADHD and really bad memory issues. This is going to cause people to tease him for being dumb and while he jokes back about it, the teasing does get to him.

Second in at 5 foot 6, T'noy Karaxis.

Tinky is now named Tobias Kelly, or Tobi for short. Despite being 18 his goatee often makes people think he's older.

Tobi joined band, specifically as a trumpet player (iykyk), as well as joining the robotics club. He spends most of his time clinging to Peter Spankoffski and breaking into Theodore Spankoffski's home and workplace. He is constantly getting in trouble at school for being a class clown.

With Tinkys design I was going for a sort of extremely simple pastel goth or harajuku. Originally I wanted to give him way more of a Decora fashion but I didn't want him to look too complicated. He compulsively buys and plays with rubicks cubes (the colors are supposed to reference the Spankoffski brothers) also, notice the Tobi ♡ Peter friendship bracelet... Peter won't wear his lol

The "human issues" I'm giving Tobi is Autism and BPD. I feel like Tinky being autistic in any way makes sense, so Tobi is autistic with a special interest in puzzles and electronics (and the Skankoffski's but he won't admit that). With extremely sensitive ears and autism, he tends to have meltdowns often. And these meltdowns tend to be in public, causing people to judge him and think of him as a child. The BPD comes in with quick changing emotions, Ted and Pete being his favorite persons and getting extremely jealous and territorial. (I have BPD so I had to force this on him lol)

In the middle and completely average at 5 foot 10, Wiggog Y’Wrath. (He says he's 6 foot)

Wiggly is now named Waylon Webb. An obvious reference to the Waylon's and a painful reminder that Webby is the one who did this to them.

Waylon joined the chess team and quickly became the best player, and the leader. He also ran for student council president and won. He used his siblings skills to make sure he won. He bribed the student body with Nicky's food, annoyed the competition with Tobi's trumpet playing, and took amazing campaign photos with the help of Benjamin (Blinky). Percy (Pokey) refused to help him.

With Wiggly's design I wanted to go very simple and stick with the letterman jacket he had in NPMD. However... I had to give him red pants, I needed him to be Christmas colors lol I wish I spent time to figure out how to do his pants but alas, I am dumb. He wears the crown all the time, and it often gets stolen by Max Jägerman to tease him for being short

The "human issues" I'm giving Waylon is NPD. He views himself as better than everyone, save for a few specific people he views as equals. He struggles with self esteem and even if he would never admit it, what others think of him really matters. He often goes into crashes if the people around him ignore him too much, and he will go into highs when he gets too cocky. When he's in one of these crashes, Waylon gets extremely depressed and either isolates or desperately seeks attention. (I also have NPD so I had to force this on him lmao)

The second tallest at 6 foot 1, Bliklotep.

Blinky is now named Benjamin Thomas, or Benji for short. While he does have a face, his eyes being green if you're curious, he almost always has a phone or camera in front of his face.

Benji joined the photography club as well as the school newspaper. He writes almost exclusively gossip columns but the school eats it up. He does however take amazing photos for his siblings when needed, and also seems to have a strange obsession with amusement parks. Speaking of strange obsession, much like Tobi, Benji is often breaking into the CCRP building, but no one is quite sure why. Whenever asked he just says "an old friend" works there.

Blinky is my favorite design of the group I think. I knew I wanted him to be kinda feminine and lanky, but not as feminine as Nibbly and not as twink body as Pokey. His eye motif worked so well for the overalls and I feel like I managed to make eyes and overals not feel like The Minions lamo I also love the orange hair with the purple in it. The boots are supposed to be the knee high convers but in all magenta. I should have added the white on the toe but I forgot lol

The "human issues" I'm giving Benjamin is Hallucinations. I'm not knowledgeable enough to specify what disorder he has that's causing them, I'm leaning towards Schizophrenia, but again, I don't want to label it until I do more research. He often sees, hears, and feels things that aren't there. Most frequently he sees creepy, disembodied eyes surrounding him. When he hears things he often covers his ears and shouts to get them to go away, causing people to stare at him, which only makes him panic. His tactile hallucinations are almost always the feeling of bugs on and under his skin. (This is the type of Hallucinations I deal with so I had to force it on him lmao)

And lastly but definitely not least, the tallest of the human Lord's coming in at 6 foot 3, Pokotho.

Pokey is now named Percy Martins. He is the tallest and also has the deepest voice of the siblings.

Percy joins the drama club, obviously. He actually manages to get roles despite being a new student. He spends almost all his time in the auditorium practicing for auditions or the roles that he gets. Surprisingly he latched onto Richie the same way that Tobi latched onto Pete. Percy constantly asks Richie if he can come over to his house, and seems to know a surprising amount about Richies uncle. Just like Tobi and Benji, Percy is also constantly breaking into the CCRP building. When asked he will say "his muse" works there. He also has a deep seeded hatred for coffee bur refuses to elaborate on why.

With Pokey's design I wanted it to be comfortable but also elegant. To me he's giving Howl from Howls Moving Castle lol I was really determined to give him locs and honestly? I think I did a really good job for my first time! He has little jewels hanging out of them and also has his own mask as a necklace. The cane is very functional for him, but he definitely should have a different type of cane, possibly a different aid in general but he refuses to use the others because he thinks they're not fancy enough.

The "human issues" I'm giving Percy is chronic pain, POTS, and autism. The POTS and pain is what makes him need the cane. He often has to sit or lie down because of how light headed he will get. Also, he always has lots of water and salty snacks in his bag. He's autistic, special interest in musical theater. He has really bad sensory issues with textures, and much like Tobi, gets easily overstimulated. However, unlike Tobi, when he gets overwhelmed to any degree, he goes non speaking. This is really annoying to him, as he loves the sound of his own voice and hates not being able to speak. This causes him a lot of distress, which only makes him more overwhelmed.

That's it! I'm really proud of these designs, and I really hope to keep writing this fic idea. I love these fuckers so much

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Snailspace

Debut: Yo-Kai Watch 3

Wow. A regular, cartoon snail, huh? No frills, nothing? There is no clever concept on display here. I mean, a snail itself is a clever concept! A squishy, vulnerable creature that carries its own armor to retract into? That's awesome! But Yo-Kai Watch 3 did not make this concept. Animals made this concept. This is pretty much nothing but a cartoon snail.

And I love those!!! Yippee!!! You're telling me this monster collecting game lets me befriend a regular cartoon snail and train it to be a STRONG snail? And lets it follow me around town wherever I go? And lets me PLAY as it? Yowza! There must be a catch here... but there isn't!

Perhaps I am just very easy to impress in some regards, but I am very happy that Snailspace is JUST a snail, with no funny business going on. Nothing to detract from it. I can't think of an example of something that would detract. I'm tired. But Snailspace is perfect the way it is, is what I'm saying. ESPECIALLY because it has eyestalks! My favorite feature on a creature!

I would like to talk about a different collectible snail monster for a moment. Hello Magcargo! You are a wonderful snail monster! A snail made of lava with a rock shell is an extremely awesome concept, and executed well! Magcargo even has big drippy mouth drips, reminiscent of a gastropod's tentacles! But it just doesn't have eyestalks, and to me, that is a very big deal. Magcargo's face looks like a frog's, and I love frogs, we all do, but this is a snail monster! I just always think that an animal-based design should take advantage of the unique features of the animal.

In fact, I once did this little edit of Magcargo's original sprite to give it eyestalks, and I instantly love it so much more! Eye positioning does so much for a design's overall personality! Eyestalks are really just one of the coolest anatomical features a creature can have, and I don't know why, so often, they will be completely ignored in fictional snail designs, inevitably making the design LESS striking than it would otherwise be. I know not all snails in real life have eyestalks, of course, but they are really such an iconic feature, absolutely perfect for exaggerating in a design.

Maybe it's not fair to spend so much of Snailspace's post talking about a different, much more known snail monster. There is stuff to love about Snailspace itself! I love its sleepy eyelids, I love its weird tall mouth, I love its color scheme! I guess it's not just ANY cartoon snail. You know... maybe there's not a such thing as just a cartoon snail. Whether intentional or not, any given person drawing a snail will put their own spin on it, however subtle. And isn't that wonderful? No one draws a snail quite like you do!

If you are not familiar with Yo-Kai Watch, I would like to delight you with some Funny Facts. Firstly, Yo-Kai are organized into "tribes" that each tend to excel in certain battle attributes. Snailspace is a member of my favorite tribe, which is Slippery! A whole official category of slimy and/or wiggly creatures! Snailspace is right at home with snakes, fish, frogs, bananas, and even a bungee jumping teapot!

Snailspace is also classified as a 'Merican Yo-Kai. The third game features the protagonist moving from Japan to America, and meeting American Yo-Kai! The localization, however, had previously tried to convince he had been in America the whole time. How did they get around this? Instead of moving overseas to the USA, he moves further south to a different region, called BBQ! It is so stupid. I love it.

'Merican Yo-Kai are a weird category. Sometimes they're based on American stereotypes, but often it feels kind of like a meaningless title. I don't know why a Snail is specifically an American concept. I mean, I have certainly encountered many snails in America! I guess they're not wrong! But not every 'Merican Yo-Kai can be as iconic for the role as, for example, a baseball-playing chicken nugget.

Anyway, Snailspace is an excellent snail! It does not take much for a snail to make me smile! I hope this is true for you, too! Have you looked at a snail lately? Check under your local rocks in the dirt and maybe you just might find a marvelous mollusk to behold!

[pad-wubbo]

HOW TO HUMANELY DISPATCH A FISH

CW: Death/murder (of juvenile animal), blood, extreme gore/mutilation (of fish), eating fish-person

a weird visceral splatoon oneshot because i'm feeling restless

The spotlight blazed down on the table in the centre of the arena, its harsh light casting sharp shadows across the gleaming utensils and pristine surface. In the centre of it all, a Smallfry sat perched, happily wiggling about in its little spot, seemingly full of excitement. Its wide, sparkling eyes flicked around the room, mesmerised by the attention. The creature’s tiny fins fluttered in the air like it couldn’t sit still for more than a second, happily chirping as it bounced up and down, unaware of the fate that was fast approaching.

Big Man hovered nervously behind Shiver and Frye, wings fluttering uncomfortably as he glanced between the little creature and the two performers. “Ay... it’s so cute, though! Look at it go! It’s like a little ball of energy, just bouncing everywhere.”

Frye grinned down at the Smallfry, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “I know! It’s adorable, right? Look at those little fins—so wiggly! But don’t worry, Big Man, we’re gonna take care of this the right way. Nice and clean. Quick.” She gently placed her hand over the creature’s squirming body, offering it a soft, comforting stroke. “It’s going to be a smooth ride, little buddy. Promise.”

Shiver stood tall next to her, a calm smile playing on her lips as she observed the Smallfry. Its bright eyes were wide and curious, looking up at them with no inkling of what was to come. “This little one’s so full of life. Just look at it! It’s full of energy. So eager, so lively.” Her fingers traced along its small body with care. “But, it’s time. Time to show everyone how ikejime works. No suffering, no mess.”

Big Man shuffled uncomfortably, his wings flapping awkwardly. “Ay… are you sure? It’s so playful, so full of life. It’s just... so cute, y’know?”

Frye gave a cheeky wink, her fingers tightening around the Smallfry gently. “Yeah, I get it. It’s adorable, I mean look at it! It’s bouncing like there’s no tomorrow.” She giggled, looking at the Smallfry’s tiny body squirming in her grip. “But that’s the thing, Big Man. The quicker, the cleaner, the better. We give it a nice little send-off, and then it’s gonna be perfect. IKEJIME style!”

Shiver gave a soft chuckle, her eyes gleaming with a curious delight as she pulled her blade from the table. “Exactly! It’s going to be quick, no pain. All business. Just like nature intended. No big deal, just part of the cycle.” She turned the blade in her hands, making sure it was ready. “This little one is going to be part of something greater now.”

The Smallfry chirped again, its small mouth opening in a wide smile as it flapped its fins excitedly, unaware of the looming danger. It was still so energetic, so full of joy as it bounced in place. Big Man bit his lip, shifting uneasily. “Ay… I don’t know, guys... it just seems too happy, you know?”

Frye’s eyes were gleaming as she looked down at the Smallfry, her grin widening. “Exactly! Look at it go! So full of life! That’s what makes it the perfect time for this. We do it quick, no struggling, no mess. Just a little quick pop—and then, well, then we can get to the best part.”

Shiver stepped forward, her posture steady and her voice soft yet confident. “Watch closely, Big Man. This is ikejime. This little one won’t even know what hit it. We do this with respect, with care, with precision.” Her fingers hovered over the creature’s spine, her gaze soft but firm. “It’s all part of the process. Fast and clean.”

The Smallfry chirped again, flapping its fins as it shifted in Frye’s hand, clearly still full of that unrestrained energy. It was still bouncing, still trying to wriggle free, as if it had no clue what was about to happen. Big Man winced, but the two performers seemed completely at ease.

“Alright, little buddy,” Frye said, her voice sweet as she gave the Smallfry one last pat. “This is gonna be super quick. You won’t feel a thing, I promise.” She looked up at Big Man, grinning reassuringly. “Ready for the magic, Big Man?”

Big Man shook his head, still looking uneasy. “Ay... I guess.”

Shiver didn’t wait. With a swift motion, she struck, the blade sinking deeply into the Smallfry’s neck. Blood spurted from the wound in a powerful, high-pressure spray, splattering the table and the performers in dark, crimson droplets. The Smallfry let out a small, startled squeal as its body jerked, but before it could react any further, it was still. The blood continued to pulse from its neck, the dark crimson staining the table as Shiver held the body firmly in place.

“Ay!” Big Man cried out, eyes wide as he flinched at the geyser of blood. “That’s... that’s a lot of blood! Look at it go!”

Frye didn’t flinch in the slightest, smiling with glee. “Yep! That’s the good stuff! Look at that pressure! The blood’s all out already, no time wasted!” She wiped a streak of blood from her cheek with the back of her hand, grinning widely. “It’s just part of the process, Big Man. Nothing wasted. Nothing lingering. It’s all out and ready to go.”

Shiver nodded, her voice smooth and cool as she surveyed the body. “Just like that. Quick and clean. We’re not here to hurt it—we’re just doing our part in the cycle.” Her hands worked quickly, using the knife to make precise cuts along the Smallfry’s belly. “Time to gut it now. Organ after organ, just like we practiced.” She spoke with a strange, detached cheerfulness as she moved with efficiency, pulling out the creature’s innards one by one. The sounds of wet squelching filled the air as the organs spilled from the body, each one slick and soft, yet expertly removed with little effort.

Frye’s voice was bright as she pulled the intestines free, her hands unbothered by the mess. “Mmm, look at this! Perfect, clean. Nothing’s gone wrong. Organ after organ—this little one’s perfect.”

Big Man was quiet now, his eyes glued to the table, unable to look away. He swallowed hard. “Ay… that’s... really something.”

Shiver finished gutting the Smallfry in quick, confident motions, the creature’s once-lively body now laid bare, its blood pooling beneath it. “There we go. All cleaned out. Nothing left but what we need.” She gave the remaining organs a once-over, nodding in satisfaction. “And now, time to enjoy it. Straight from the source.”

Frye chuckled, already picking up a piece of the raw flesh and taking a large bite. The crunch echoed loudly in the room as she chewed, eyes closed in obvious delight. “Mmm! So fresh! So clean! There’s nothing like it.” She motioned for Shiver to join her. “Come on, Shiver! The best part is right here!”

Shiver grinned as she picked up a piece of the flesh, her knife still in hand. “I told you, Big Man! Fresh, raw, straight from the source. No waste, no waiting.” She bit into it with relish, her eyes twinkling as she savoured the taste. “It’s perfect. Nothing like it.”

Big Man stepped back, still trying to process the scene. His wings twitched nervously, and he muttered under his breath, “Ay... I guess it’s not so bad... but it’s so intense…”

Frye laughed, wiping her mouth. “Yeah, it’s a lot at first, but trust me—it’s the right way to do it. Quick, clean, and respectful. We gave that little one the best send-off. Now it’s part of the cycle.”

Shiver nodded, her tone firm but gentle. “Exactly. It was quick, clean, and painless. That’s the way it goes. Nothing’s wasted, everything’s used.” She looked over at Big Man, her smile softening. “It’s all about balance, Big Man.”

Big Man swallowed hard, taking in the scene before him. His wings were still a little stiff, but he gave a reluctant nod. “Ay... I guess I get it now. It’s just... raw, you know? But... yeah.”

Shiver and Frye shared a look, both of them smiling contentedly as they finished off their meal, blood staining their hands and faces. The audience was silent, stunned, but slowly, the applause started, hesitant at first, but growing louder.

Big Man, still visibly shaken, muttered to himself, “Ay... that’s a lot of blood.”

[banana-sims]

The Bennett Legacy - update post!   

Hi! This is where I'm going to update stats for my legacy :) I'll also periodically update the family tree as seen above!

I'm currently on generation three, playing with Romeo as my heir (he's like 25 years old right now). It took me forever to decide who to choose but I've realized I love his little family so much that I can't resist.

I'm going to do a bunch of posts about everyone and everything that's happened to catch you up, plus you'll get a much better look at them :)

EXPLORE:

Aspirations

Friend of the Animals, Bodybuilder, Extreme Sports Enthusiast, Painter Extraordinaire (G3), Musical Genius, Bestselling Author, Master Actor, Master Maker, Lady of the Knits (G1), Successful Lineage (G2), Big Happy Family (G2), Super Parent (G2), Master Chef, Master Mixologist, Fabulously Wealthy, Mansion Baron, Renaissance Sim, Nerd Brain, Computer Whiz, Archaeology Scholar, Academic (G2), Serial Romantic, Soulmate (G3), City Native, Beach Life, Mt. Komorebi Sightseer, Freelance Botanist, The Curator, Angling Ace, Outdoor Enthusiast, Jungle Explorer, Eco Innovator (G1), Country Caretaker, Joke Star, Party Animal, Friend of the World (G2), World-Famous Celebrity, Inner Peace, Self-Care Specialist, Zen Guru

Artistic Prodigy (G3), Rambunctious Scamp, Social Butterfly, Whiz Kid, Mind and Body, Playtime Captain, Creative Genius

Drama Llama, Goal Oriented, Live Fast, Admired Icon

Careers

actor, astronaut, athlete, business, civil designer (G1), conservationist, critic, culinary, detective, doctor, education (G2), engineer, entertainer (G1), freelance writer, freelance programmer, freelance artist, freelance fashion photographer, gardener, law, painter, politician (G2), scientist, social media, secret agent, style influencer, tech guru, writer, salaryperson, interior decorator, any part time job

own/run a vet clinic, own/run a retail store, own/run a restaurant

Degrees

Art History, Biology, Communications, Computer Science, Culinary Arts (G3), Drama, Economics, Fine Art (G2), History, Language and Literature, Physics, Psychology (G2), any distinguished degree (G2)

Worlds

Brindleton Bay (G1), Britechester (G2), Copperdale, Del Sol Valley, Evergreen Harbour (G2), Henford-on-Bagley, Mt. Komorebi, Newcrest, Oasis Springs, San Myshuno, Sulani, Tartosa, Willow Creek (G2), Windenburg

Traits

ambitious, cheerful (G1), childish, clumsy, creative (G3), genius, gloomy, goofball, high maintenance, hot-headed, romantic, self-assured (G1), squeamish, unflirty, art lover, bookworm (G2), dance machine, foodie (G3), geek, loves outdoors (G1), maker, music lover (G1), recycle disciple, active, adventurous (G1), child of the islands, child of the ocean, freegan, glutton, green fiend, lazy, materialistic, neat (G2), overachiever, perfectionist, slob, vegetarian (G2), animal enthusiast, bro, cat lover (G3), dog lover, family-oriented (G2), good (G2), hates children, insider, jealous, loner, loyal (G3), noncommittal, outgoing, party animal, proper, self-absorbed, snob, socially awkward

toddler angelic trait (G3), toddler charmer trait, toddler clingy trait (G2), toddler fussy trait, toddler independent trait, toddler inquisitive trait (G3), toddler silly trait (G4), toddler wild trait (G3)

infant cautious trait (G4), infant sensitive trait, infant calm trait, infant intense trait, infant wiggly trait, infant sunny trait

good manners trait (G2), bad manners trait, responsible trait (G2), irresponsible trait, mediator trait (G2), argumentative trait, compassionate trait (G3), insensitive trait, emotional control trait (G3), uncontrolled emotions trait

Skills

charisma (G2), comedy, cooking (G1), fishing, fitness (G2), gardening, gourmet cooking (G1), guitar, handiness (G1), logic (G1), mischief, mixology, painting (G3), piano (G1), photography (G2), programming, rocket science, video gaming, violin, writing, herbalism, baking (G3), wellness, DJ mixing, singing, dancing (G2), bowling, parenting (G2), veterinarian, pet training, archaeology, selvadoradian culture, flower arranging, acting, media production, robotics, research & debate (G2), fabrication, juice fizzing, knitting (G1), rock climbing, skiing, snowboarding, cross-stitch, entrepreneur

Household

male heir (G2), single mom/dad heir, blended family (kids from both previous partners), queer heir (G2), have 1 kid in the generation, have 2 kids in the generation (G1), have 3 kids in the generation, have 4 kids in the generation (G2), have 5 kids in the generation, have twins (G1), have triplets, adopt a child (G2), one night stand pregnancy, broken engagement, marry a childhood friend, marry a coworker, marry someone who was once your enemy/rival, marry someone famous, never get married, have a cat (G1), have a dog (G1), have kittens/puppies

Extra things/collections

live in a tiny home, live off-the-grid for a season, live in an apartment (G2), live in a 3-storey home (G2), live on a farm, sell craftables on plopsy (G1), make/sell candles, have bees/sell honey, craft/sell fizzy juice, reach 5-star reputation for odd jobs

have a child do scouts, have a child do drama club, compete in E-Sports, compete in soccer, join cheer team, join chess team, join computer team, join football team

omiscan treasures and omiscan artifacts collections, city posters collection, snow globes collection, feathers collection, seashells collection, postcards collection, elements collection, mysims trophies collection

GENERATIONS:

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GEN 1 FOUNDER - Willa Bennett - Adventurous, Loves Outdoors, Self-Assured / Eco Innovator + Lady of the Knits

SPOUSE - Damon Napier - Music Lover, Self-Assured, Cheerful / Friend of the Animals

Living in: Brindleton Bay

CHILD #1 - Lyra Bennett - Creative, Foodie, Goofball / Musical Genius

CHILD #2 - Dawson Bennett - Cheerful, Neat, Bookworm / Academic

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GEN 2 HEIR - Dawson Bennett - Cheerful, Neat, Bookworm / Academic

SPOUSE - Jack Sanders - Good, Family-Oriented, Vegetarian / Friend of the World

Living in: Britechester, Evergreen Harbour, Willow Creek

CHILD #1 - Nora Bennett - Bookworm, Unflirty, Hot-Headed / Renaissance Sim

CHILD #2 - Romeo Bennett - Neat, Loyal, Foodie / Soulmate

CHILD #3 - Bea Bennett - Animal Enthusiast, Cheerful, Dance Machine / Friend of the World

CHILD #4 - Sage Bennett - Goofball, Genius / Musical Genius

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GEN 3 HEIR - Romeo Bennett - Neat, Loyal, Foodie / Soulmate

SPOUSE - Makenzie Thompson - Creative, Vegetarian, Cat Lover / Painter Extraordinaire

Living in: Willow Creek

CHILD #1 - Felix Bennett - ?? / ??

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If you want to play like this yourself, the template and info is all here!

[fourseasonsfigs]

Your Name - 7/18 Bench

Since I posted a fig set yesterday in honor of the 4th anniversary of the Hengdian Fanmeet, I'll keep the celebration going with yet another fig set!

I posted about the first fig set titled Your Name way back in September of 2022. That set celebrated this wonderful picture:

This picture is so beloved by the fandom that a different fig maker decided to render it again. This time, the 7/18 Bench has been crafted in the very popular style known as 胖胖, pàngpàng.

This is the newer fig style that has been all the rage - we've been lucky to have a lot of classic Junzhe and Wenzhou sets re-imagined in this style.

These two came with their signs pre-installed on their hands, thank goodness. The less to fiddle with, the better!

They were not, of course, pre-installed on their bench, just like the other set. And just like the other set, they balance pretty well by themselves on the grooves that had been carved out for them on the bench. However, I've learned a lot since September of 2022, and I have learned that I can't trust anything but professional grade cyanoacrylate glue to keep my figs in place.

Since I started gluing figs in place, I haven't had anymore incidents where I walk into my room and see a fig avalanche fallen down my display shelves, thank goodness. My heart can't stand the strain!

They are quite firmly fastened down, believe you me. The figs have proved pretty resilient, but my nerves are less so.

You can see here that Junjun's hair is a bit darker than Zhehan's, which is quite accurate to the time and the picture.

Junjun is also a little bit taller here, which is also quite accurate.

Their hairstyles are fairly similar, but Zhehan's bottom fringe is just a bit longer than Junjun's, which reflects his shaggy-haired style. Like yesterday's figs, the fig maker unfortunately opted to leave out his little ponytail, which continues to be a bummer. His long hair with the ponytail is my favorite look on him!

I like that they were wearing black and white for this shoot - the different but complementary colors look great.

I really love the original picture that this fig set is based off of, so I'm very happy to have another fig rendition of it. Them holding each other's name sign is extremely unusual for C-entertainment, which is usually characterized by intense competition. Yet another reason why I love these two so much.

Of course, as I mentioned yesterday, them holding each other's name and Zhehan posting pics with Junjun was so out of the ordinary it was a step too far for many of Zhehan's fans, who hammered his Weibo post with objections. This resulted in him deleting his original post:

...and re-posting another without the pictures with Gong Jun to make his fans happy:

But, the pictures live on. I think it says a lot about the beauty of Zhang Zhehan's character that he posted them to begin with, and it also says quite a bit about the state of C-ent.

Their little smiles are quite captivating - Junjun's is very sweet, and of course you know the wiggly little mouth that Zhehan has is one of my fig favorites!

These glued down pretty easily - some of them don't, but these ended up pretty solid.

I wanted to push them a little closer together on the bench so they looked a little more like the original pic, but their heads are so large that it's not really feasible. That's alright, they're still super sweet.

We haven't seen a big maker emphasize Zhehan's silhouette in a while, but here you can see a little more care given to his little fig tush. The man worked very hard for that figure, the fig makers are gonna show it off!

No box cards for this set, unfortunately. Not uncommon but it is super nice when I get them.

Material: Resin

Fig Count: (+2) 529

Scene Count: 38

Rating: Your name is as beautiful as a rose

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[lastblues]

howdy! my name is charles. i'm 30. he/him pronouns. this is my multimuse blog.

i've done many rounds on tumblr, decided i was done, and was (as the prophecy declares) dragged back by friends. so this blog is going to be extremely private. i promise it's nothing personal if i don't follow back or don't interact: i'm tired and have a more than full time job and made this blog mostly to write with my friends.

that being said i suppose the biggest rule is just don't be a dick!

DNI: if you're under 21. it's just weird of me to interact with younglings.

below the cut is my muse list because i am incapable of being chill about how many muses i have.

THE 100 - john murphy - bellamy blake

GLEE - finn hudson - sam evans - artie abrams

TED LASSO - roy kent - jamie tartt - ted lasso

DEGRASSI - craig manning - spinner mason - eli goldsworthy DEAD POETS SOCIETY - charlie dalton

RENT - mark cohen

DEAD OF SUMMER - drew reeves

IT (BOOK BASED) - richie tozier (fcs: seth green, caleb landry jones, alan tudyk) - stanley uris (fcs: wyatt oleff, timothee chalamet, andy bean) - bill denbrough ( fcs: jaeden martell, tanner buchanan, james mcavoy)

FAKES - trystan smith

RESIDENT EVIL - leon s. kennedy - luis sera - carlos oliveira

HATCHETFIELD - paul matthews - ted spankoffski - peter spankoffski - ethan green - richie lipschitz - max jagerman -wiggog y'wrath (wiggly)

COBRA KAI - robby keene - demetri alexopoulos

LOST - james 'sawyer' ford - hugo 'hurley' reyes - sayid jarrah

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY - klaus hargreeves

HAPPY DEATH DAY - carter davis

STICK IT - haley graham

ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING - theo dimas

DAISY JONES AND THE SIX - billy dunne

CHALLENGERS - art donaldson - patrick zweig

PANIC - dodge mason (show based, inspo taken from book) - bishop moore (inspo taken from show & book)

BOTTOMS - hazel callahan

SAW - adam stanheight - mark hoffman

SHAMELESS (US) - mickey milkovich

WIZARDS OF WAVERLY PLACE alex russo

JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS alex mercer

SPECTACULAR! nikko alexander

ATTACK ON TITAN reiner braun levi ackerman

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS - mace runebe my bg3 tav. mace is a half elf druid who also leveled in rogue. his choices followed a mostly good playthrough with a couple little deviations. he was a street urchin and then a pirate before falling into the life of an adventurer. - arlo kapadia an oc inspired by the song 27 by fall out boy. for arlo i actually have two google docs here and here that lay out everything you need to know about him. - percival 'percy' frank. a medium who left home because of a murder in his family and travels around investigating spooky situations for money. all of his information can be found here. trigger warning for murder of a parent (by the other parent).

EXCLUSIVES: i never really participated in exclusives before this blog but since the idea is to keep things small and manageable, here they are.

@ghoulsplay - claire redfield, eli moskowitz, miguel diaz, tommy oliver, trini gomez, courtney lane, ben hanscom, lucy gray baird @soulcost - lae'zel, steph gingrich, ada wong, jill valentine, kim possible @anxietytold - ray hall, lip gallagher, haley james scott

[chuuyrr]

hello again! may i request a scenario with scarlet witch!reader injured after another mission saving both tokyo and kyoto schools from a powerful curse?

— to be more specific they head back to tokyo for cover from a failed mission, only to be followed by the curse chasing them? the reader senses it and runs out from the school (clearly not listening to her fathers and uncles words! 😮‍💨) using her magic to the fullest to exorcise it to protect the students who were injured from the fight. / after the whole thing, the reader smiles down the students knowing they’re safe but ends up fainting from exhaustion not long after?

— i’m not too familiar with the manga since i recently just got into jjk, i cannot stop reading your works! absolutely so cute to read along with your other series going on! i was trying to take inspiration from the scene where toge was at his limit taking on hanami. i hope this was specific enough as my thinking and writing is bad! 🤣 but happy holidays and i hope you stay warm!

scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader pushes her limit

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

warning(s): anime/manga spoilers for jjk, mentions of violence

belated happy holidays! omg thank you so much for requesting this and for being patient dear anon :( i'm so sorry for taking so long to write this. i'd like you to know that i really appreciate the extremely detailed request though, i hope i was able to do it justice <3

REQUESTS ARE OPEN BY THE WAY :D

reminders before you read: for this prompt, i am making you older (teen?) in order to go in missions because i highly, highly doubt gojo and megumi will let you go on missions as a baby fushiguro <\3

growing up, you had learned to control your wiggly-woos and got rid of your mischievous phase—meaning, you no longer used for chaos magic for silly things, such as for pranks and giving gojo heart attacks by appearing and disappearing out of nowhere, and getting rid of gravity just because you wanted to. you even refrained from using it to put sukuna in control of yuji, but you still use your wiggly-woos to steal food in the middle of the night though.

being a teenager, you were still pretty mischievous (it's inevitable) but you grew to have a mature and open mind due to your exposure to the world of curses, sorcerers and magic. some time later, you had grown to love and understand the work that gojo and megumi did as jujutsu sorcerers, so it didn't take long for you to convince them to let you take on missions.

at first, gojo was against it due to his overprotective and paternal instincts as your father-figure. but after seeing your eagerness and stubbornness, he begrudgingly allowed you and had a talk with the higher-ups until they allowed you to take on missions just like your father, brother and his friends.

during your early missions, you were accompanied by gojo and his students. but after seeing your independence, you started to take on solo missions. mission after mission, you were dubbed as a special grade sorcerer and earned yourself a customized scarlet-colored uniform.

you usually had no trouble in accomplishing your missions. mostly, because the curses you dealt with instantly become afraid of you the moment you cross their paths. though there were times wherein the curses are challenging due to victims being involved, but it was nothing that your wiggly-woos couldn't handle. with just a few twitches of your fingers and quick-thinking, everything was solved.

however, this one particular mission of yours went sideways. for the first time, the curse boldly challenged you. it didn't cower in fear when you crossed paths with it. in fact, it ended up chasing you and became desperate to harm you. you weren't sure if you had gotten careless or too relaxed, but the curse you were assigned to exorcise dealt you casualties. you were forced to retreat by gojo and nanami who claimed you can go after it another time, and that you should prioritize your health over the mission.

"it's okay, kikufuku. what's more important is that you're safe." gojo claimed, placing a hand on your shoulder as you sat on one of the infirmary beds as shoko patched you up.

"i agree with your father, [name]." nanami said in agreement, standing right next to gojo, pushing his glasses to the bridge of his nose.

"no, it's not okay! that curse was a special grade." you retorted, letting out a frustrated groan as you stressfully ran your fingers through your hair. "i shouldn't have let my guard down."

"[name], you're injured. you should give it a day. it's okay, baby." gojo insisted, now encasing his arms around you to coddle you in his embrace. "cut yourself some slack, alright? we'll take care of it. you did more than enough already."

as you rested your head against the crevice of your father's shoulder, you immediately sensed an immense cursed energy before gojo and shoko could. it was a familiar one to be exact too. dread took over you an instant, it wasn't just a curse. it was the same one you were assigned to exorcize. that thing followed you.

despite gojo's, shoko's and nanami's protests, you utilized your wiggly-woos and made your way towards the grounds where you sensed it. your stomach churned at the sight of the students that fought the curse, protecting the school. all of them were bleeding and covered in severe casualties, even your brother and his friends were in a rough state—seeing this literally made your vision red.

by the time gojo, nanami and the rest of the faculty got to you. you were already fighting the curse, multitasking by sending out projectiles of black-hued red psionics and simultaneously conjuring a massive energy field that protected the injured students, and stitching their wounds up with your wiggly-woos. you had struck it down with after some time but just when you thought it was over, you sensed another one and this time it was in kyoto. it didn't take you long to realize that it was capable of splitting and existing at two places at the same time.

"[name]! what are you doing?!" gojo watched as red wisps of energy shrouded your body.

you turned your head towards him, "there's two of them. the other half is at kyoto. i'm finishing my mission today, dad! take care of the students."

when you got to kyoto, you found the students of the school in the same as tokyo's. everyone was all badly injured from the curse. immediately acting, you casted a force field to prevent the students from getting harmed by curse's attack and put yourself in front of an exhausted utahime and principal gakuganji.

"[name]!" your auntie iori was more than surprised to see you. "where's gojo?!"

"back at tokyo jujutsu tech, the students were attacked by the same curse." you explained to her briefly, narrowly evading an attack sent at your way. "i'm exorcising this one, i promise!"

giving her a small salute, you used your wiggly-woos to transfer them to a much safer ground along with the students before dealing the curse and to your surprise, your attacks were repelled. this is definitely the first time you had gotten yourself in trouble. the curse was persistently powerful, no wonder it was able to attack both schools at the same time.

once gojo had taken care of the safety of his students, he and nanami made their way towards the kyoto school to chase after you. arriving, they sensed immense energies. specifically coming from you and the curse.

gojo called out your name, trying to intervene and get to you but you trapped youself and curse inside of your domain expansion to lessen the damage and repel the curse's jujutsu. however, in doing so—you pushed your limits. you had never used your power this much before so when you unleashed the chaos with you, pure crimson energy imbued with black constricted and tore down the curse to pieces, the earth trembled as your cries echoed throughout the school.

gojo and the rest have seen you used your wiggly-woos before, but never at this level. it was so intense and powerful.

successfully exorcising the curse, you were out of breath. the domain expansion you had put up broke down not long after, thus allowing you to see the students safe and sound along with their teachers. a smile graced your lips, relief washed over your body knowing that everyone was safe and that the curse was no more before passing out on the spot. the red vapors leaking from your hands and eyes dissipated as you suddenly fell from mid-air.

"[NAME]! KIKUFUKU!"

tears welled in the limitless sorcerer's eyes from worry at an instant.

"[name], honey! daddy's got you! i got you!" gojo leapt in action, picking up his legs as fast as he could until he caught you in his arms. he cradled you in his arms, patting you all over. the immense energy surrounding you a second ago was gone, it was as if you never had 'cursed energy' once again.

gojo tried to shake you awake but your eyes remained closed. he pressed his ear against your heartbeat, panic rising from his throat when you didn't respond to him. your breathing was hitched and unsteady, checking your pulse it was there but faint. "shit, you should have listened to me. i'm so sorry, kikufuku."

you were taken to the infirmary right away. gojo was a crying mess and it was the first time anyone has seen him like that. days since the attack of the curse you exorcised by yourself, you've been unconscious from exhaustion. he refused to go home and stuck by your side, constantly asking shoko when will you be waking up and what your condition was. your heart even stopped once and gojo was close to losing it before shoko was able to revive you.

the students you saved from both tokyo and kyoto schools visited you from time to time, absolutely grateful to you for being selfless and for saving them.

gojo was starting to think if letting you take on missions was the right thing, because he couldn't stand the sight of you in an infirmary bed. his worries, however, dissipated when you had finally woken after a week. the moment you opened your eyes and sat upright, you were tackled in a tight embrace by gojo who muttered apologies and thanks that you were alive.

"don't ever do that again!" gojo sobbed, kissing the top of your head as he held you close to his chest. "this is why you should always listen to me and nanamin! health over work! you hear?!"

"i'm sorry for making you worry, dad." you rested your head against his shoulder, encasing your arms around him as he coddled you in his warmth.

"never, ever push your limits like that again! i thought i lost you! your heart stopped beating for a second you know." gojo continued to scold you. "i would lose it if you didn't wake up. i'd never forgive myself."

"i love you, dad. i'm really sorry."

"i love you, too, kikufuku. so much more than you know."

when you got discharged by shoko, gojo became clingy towards you and refused to let you take missions for a short while so you could rest. you were pampered and spoiled rotten by your father, praised and thanked by the students and faculty of the schools you saved.

he promised he would never let you push your limits again. gojo's scared that one day you won't open your eyes again, so he may or may not have tagging along with you when you started going on missions again, just so he could scold you if he sees you trying to push your limits again.

gojo loves you to bits, so please listen to him and your uncle nanamin. he just doesn't want to lose you, his precious little kikufuku. you might be a grown-up now, but you will always be his baby no matter what <3

[cognitosclowns]

can i get some uhhhh nsfw myc x male reader headcanons 👉👈

ITS MONSTERFUCKER TIME BABEYYYY

BIG WIGGLY TENTACLES HERE, MINORS DNI

explicit!! very explicit!! also Tw for : Drugs/drug use (the effects of his funky slime specifically <3)

OH there is so much to be done with this fella so I'm gonna break this shit down smdnsd

he knows you’re crushing on him before you know you’re crushing on him.

And he’ll point it out shamelessly. Straight up come into your office and ask for a hookup.

he’s 4000 years old shame doesn’t exist anymore smdns.

Somehow the constant knowledge that he’s in your head is,, kinda,,, attractive?

Because yes, he’s always in your head. Whether passively sorting through your thoughts, or actively digging through your subconscious to see what makes you tick, he is in your mind.

This can definitely be used to your advantage if you have a particularly active imagination <3 the more intensely someone is focusing on a thought, the easier he’s able to sense it!

Specifically requesting the office right above his room? Better yet, above The Gang’s office? Spending your lunch break running through fantasies about him? Jacking off during lunch, purposefully keeping images of him in your mind with the sole intent of him seeing them? 

Listen you may just get an unexpected visitor, and a free trip to his Collection Lab <3

 Actually having sex with Myc??

Just,, the most wild experience?

the sensation is unlike anything. Everything is squishy and warm? There’s this fantastic full-bodied tingling like a shiver when his tendrils start excreting their fluid?

You’ll be coated in it by the time you’re done. very smooth! suspiciously similar to Aloe Vera smdnsm

Depending on how much you can take, you may find yourself stretched a frankly ridiculous amount. he will fill any and every hole you’d like <3

It’s also a very long experience. He likes to draw things out - deep down, he really loves seeing you absolutely ruined after hours of being railed by his tentacles

okay maybe not that deep down cause he’ll probably talk about that while he fucks you, but still!

The most vocal man in the world (most vocal mushroom? sndsb)

not in a moaning sort of way, more so in a talkative way? He’s a complete motor mouth in bed. Constant comments about your thoughts, the way your body’s reacting, that cute look on your face when he twists his tendrils? No filter, you’re getting the full lay down.

He’s a confident little bastard is what he is! He can quite literally feel the way your brain lights up when he does something you like, and he’s gonna use that to his advantage <3

That’s actually half the fun for him tbh - being able to feel the way his movements affect you? the way your brain goes entirely blank after a certain point, into just a mess of shapes and ideas? <3 fucking the brains outta you is his greatest joy

He’s more than happy to take control - it’s much easier that way!! Literally just lay there, his tentacles will do the work!!

‘honey, my whole body is an erogenous zone’ aka touch him anywhere!! don’t be shy, he’s very durable. Squeeze, bite, scratch, pull - you aren’t gonna do any lasting damage, and if you do it’s just gonna heal back in a few days anyways

Besides, he knows people can have pretty extreme reactions to the kind of stimulation he can provide <3 he doesn’t mind if you need to cling to him

BASTARD BASTARD COCKY BASTARD <3 i love him sm anon. I hope these were okay!! Lmk if you had smth else in mind!!

[power-chords]

Post-trip round-up, integration, thoughts (cut for length & some Heavy Shit)

WOW I needed that and I am so glad I realized I needed that. It has been well over ten years since I last took LSD, and my reluctance to indulge in psychedelics again was rooted in a long and complicated history that I don't really need to hash out here, but doing a mild dose of mushrooms last weekend gave me the confidence and conviction that I was ready.

Would it have been wiser to take a less bonkers dose for the first time in a decade plus? Probably! Do I regret a single moment of it? Not a whit! It's tough to overstate just how powerful, therapeutic, and restorative a good acid trip is, even an occasionally intense, uncomfortable one. I do not recommend eating multiple tabs of extremely good blotter on your first rodeo, but Adam's even more of a veteran psychonaut than I am, so I was 1000% well cared for, totally safe, and in a comfortable, familiar environment. In that setting, and in a positive frame of mind, acid is not going to throw anything at you that you are not equipped to handle. I would love to make this an annual or biannual thing.

The cool, funny, wacky delightful stuff:

Put it under my tongue at 10 AM-ish. Went to go listen to some music and doodle until it kicked in. I forgot that the come-up is like, do not make any fucking plans involving hand-eye coordination LMAO. I was trying to doodle Bowery Ballroom in an old sketchbook, and that devolved quickly. The markers were old so some of the caps were really stuck on there, and I wound up devolving into fits of laughter from the absurdity of pulling the caps off with my teeth.

Ink stains on my hands started writhing and trailing and were very cool. That was the first thing I noticed. I got very sad that I stopped drawing and making art, which was something I did all my life and almost went to school for but stopped doing as an adult. And then I realized I could start drawing again any time if I wanted to, and I didn't have to be GOOD at it or a proper artist for it to be worthwhile and fun. Felt immediately happy again.

Adam decided to watch Lethal Weapon???? I was like, Don't Like That. Even though he had headphones on and I couldn't hear anything. I am ambivalent about screens at best when I'm tripping, and at worst I don't even want to be in the same room with them. Guns and violence seemed comically, brutally stupid. Turned my back to the TV and continued drawing and writing until I could no longer hold a pen. Eventually Adam got on my wavelength and was like yeah, this is too much! (He took like, twice the dose that I did. I have no idea how he was even able to talk to me, but he managed!)

Felt the need to message Liana while peaking, picked up my phone, and saw that she had already sent me this:

I thought that was HILARIOUS (tbh it actually was, and it was not just the acid talking)

For the first few hours of teeth-grinding, reality-shearing intensity, Adam and I mostly lounged in bed with the shades pulled all the way up and the window open, cuddling and petting Ernie. Fantastic bonding experience for the whole fam.

Looking at every surface in the apartment became like looking at a stained glass ceiling, or an infinite mandala, or the muddied rainbows in oil-slicked puddles. It looked like Ernie's fur was breathing and someone had colored all over the white parts of him with a highlighter. Adam agreed with this assessment. Formica on the kitchen counters was bananas. So were the trees outside, rippling like celluloid and brighter green than I had ever seen them.

The two of us spent a good 15 minutes doubled over with laughter because Adam suggested a contraption for funneling Fancy Feast directly into Ernie's mouth, kind of like shotgunning a beer

Adam: "I can't believe I used to to this and get on the subway and try to do things with people." Me: "What? How did you even figure out how to get from Point A to Point B?" Adam: "I mean, we didn't, really. We usually got lost. It was fine, though." Truly, it's about the friends you make along the way!

The second half of the trip, when things are starting to mellow out a bit, is when you become a real rock star. I went outside for a walk around the neighborhood, and to sit in the park with my headphones on while watching kids play on the playground, and it was ECSTATIC. I was just overjoyed. My face still hurts from smiling.

Forgot that I needed money to realize my goal of obtaining a popsicle, so I had to detour back into the apartment and explain all of this to my husband before resuming the popsicle quest. He thought it was very funny, but sympathized.

Fresh air, popsicles and San Pellegrino on acid. On another level! 100/10.

Bathrooms still universally suck, LOL. -10/10. Not a fan of that bathroom while tripping face! Every time I had to pee it was like WELL here we go again into the Pink Squirming Hell Chamber (I am making this sound like more of a big deal than it actually was)

15 HOURS. 15 HOURS Jesus Christ lmao I did not stop seeing weird shit on screens and surfaces until like 1 AM. And even then, if I stared long enough, funky colors and patterns would re-emerge. It's a commitment. I feel happy and refreshed, but also totally exhausted. Definitely have to budget a full weekend of No Plans for any future trips.

The Heavy Shit:

There is some Cronenberg-level body horror right before the visuals get super rainbow-stained and stereotypically psychedelic, which sounds bad, but I promise it isn't. It's watching the veins pulse under your skin and change into very saturated colors, pores and hair and scars become very defined and wiggly, and as someone who has so much bodily anxiety related to my alopecia/IBS, it was weirdly... freeing? You get to experience all this stuff in an entirely new frame of mind, shedding judgment and old thought ruts. I remember thinking, "I do not need to feel shame about my body," and letting go of so much baggage.

At some point mid-afternoon I decided to retrieve my phone from the drawer again, and saw that I had a missed call and a voicemail from my dad. I decided to play it back, and he was just phoning to tell me that he was listening to a live version of "Sally Simpson" and Keith was doing this thing where he wasn't even touching the cymbals, and had I listened to that specific performance before and noticed the same thing, and wasn't he truly the greatest drummer that ever lived? "Anyway, no need to call me back, just wanted to let you know. I love my bubbie!" (His term of endearment for me.) And I went to go sit in bed and weep for a straight 15 minutes, the most cleansing, purging cry you could possibly imagine, while Adam hugged me and rubbed my back. I was overwhelmed, overcome by this feeling of cosmic Love and Connection with my family and my husband and all of my friends.

I had been sitting on and burying so much fear and distress from the past 18 months, the chronic, low-grade trauma that was worrying if COVID was going to kill my father, my best friend and closest confidante and the one person on earth who I feel truly Gets Me on a spiritual level, and all of that came out. Fully processed and released every ounce of grief. What replaced it was the absolute, unshakable faith that no matter what happens — including my greatest fear, which is inevitable, no matter how far off it may be — he will always be with me, and a part of me, in the music we both love, and I will never, ever lose that.

[alice1290]

Oh I'm so happy your ask box is open!! Can I request a scenario with Luffy and his devoted serious, and workaholic fem S/O? She doesn't complain about Luffy's crazy requests, and goes through with whatever he does no matter how dangerous. She does everything she can to make things so smoothly, no questions asked (like a dog thats willing to fetch a ball thrown in a burning building). One day she eventually collapses from exhaustion, how does Luffy handle it?

Hi Anon. Thanks for stopping by! 😁

This one is kind of short and not one of my longest scenarios, as I have a hard time picturing Luffy with a serious s/o. I also started this as headcanons until I reread the request and realized you asked for a scenario. I do hope I fulfilled your ask to your liking. If not, hit me up again and I’ll give it another shot.

Luffy w/ A s/o Who Collapses from Exhaustion

Luffy is worried about his nakama when she collapses in front of his eyes. She’s extremely special to him, more so than his other nakama since she’s also his s/o. He catches her just before her head hits the ground, and rushes her to the infirmary on the Sunny as he yells for Chopper.

Chopper has to keep him from trying to help wake her up. Luffy finally listens to Chopper, after a good smack from Nami. Once Chopper explains that she just needs to rest and take care of herself more, and work a little less so she isn’t stressed out, Luffy understands. He stops trying to wake her up and instead pulls up a chair beside the bed.

He’ll sit by her side for a while, but then gets wiggly and has to stand up. He bounces around the room while he talks, telling her wild stories about him and Ace growing up even though she’s asleep.

When she finally wakes up, Luffy has Sanji fix her something to give her lots of energy and shares a big meal with her. Once they are done eating, she manages to rope him into a board game with Robin, Franky, and Brook, but it doesn’t hold his attention until the end and Chopper has to take his place while Luffy moves about the room, occasionally jumping in and taking over someone’s turn, most often his s/o’s.

That night, Luffy tells her that he’s going to make sure she takes breaks from her tasks from now on, and pays closer attention to how much she is working.

Over time, Luffy starts to pick up on her stress levels and early cues that things are starting to become too much. Luffy tries to spend extra quality and alone time with her during these moments

[hannibal-slain420-blog]

The Cats...

The cats, the kids, the hellions... I speak of Gibson, Oliver, and Tigger... my boys. They should have been named Moe, Larry, and Curly. Each unique in their personalities and so different from each other, they are completely ridiculous.

Gibson. aka Muffinhead, Gibs, Gibby, Gibasaurus Rex.

I found Gibson on Christmas Eve around 2008. It was snowy and freezing out, and he came litetally out of nowhere and was rubbing between my feet. Poor little guy. Today was his lucky day.

As a kitten Gibby was a terrorist. He was almost named Ogibson Bin Laden. He was BAD. But now, with age, he is a very loving cat, at least to me anyway.

Ol' Gibs is a good boy. He has a girlfriend, Missy (Carols cat, that passed away in June 2018), that he just adores and is extremely protective over. He is a full blown daddys boy too. He's got a soft purr and gets vocal with me from time to time. He's ridiculously strong and when he fights, he fights to kill. In pics of me, you'll notice a nice scar on my nose...a result of me and muffinhead having a disagreement.

Oliver... aka Mr. Prissy, Shithead

Oliver was lurking about outside one day just watching me and Carol. She noticed him watching us and pointed him out to me. The first thing I noticed about him was he was a Russin Blue. The cat I had for 20 years was a Russian Blue, his name was Abaddon. I have never loved or cared for anything more in life than Abaddon. He was my world. And when he died, it crushed me and left me very bitter with a huge hole in my soul. Oliver filled a big part of that hole.

His mannerisms and personality are very similar to Abbys. But, Oliver is a priss. He likes things HIS way when HE wants it. He also has a seriously bizarre understanding of the English language. He's got a good purr..deep...soothing... And he is a talker !!!... He always has something to say about everything. He loves to hang out in the fur shed with me whenever I'm working on skins or mount projects. He's my helper. He also loves to hunt.

Tigger. aka Tiggly Wiggly, wee wiggler, one eyed wiggler, asshole.

Tigger followed Oliver home one day. He was just a baby and obviously starving, so, I fed him. He never left our porch after that. He would venture around the trailer park a bit, but, he never went very far. The other strays in the neighborhood used to pick on him. For some reason the other stray cats didn't seem to like him at all. While I was leaving for work one morning I happened to find three big Tomcats and they had Tigger cornered. I chased two of them away but the one guy he stayed there to try to fight and poor little Tigger, he fought.

Tigger got his name because he was a jumper. He would jump from our deck to the roof of the trailer, no problem. Then, after he lost his one eye, he just got wiggly. He wiggles, A LOT !!

Then winter time rolled around and we decided to bring him inside the house cuz we couldn't let him freeze. Tigger and Gibson got into a little battle underneath the door swiping at each other and Tigger happened to catch a claw to his eye. We ended up spending almost $1,300 to have his eye enucleated, so now he's an indoor pet and he's not happy about it. He howls like a damn coyote.

Tigger is very playful he has the greatest purr ever and his fur is the softest fur I've ever felt on an animal. Tigger likes to raise hell. He likes to rug wrestle and play with my shoe strings anytime I try to put a shoe on. He loves to cuddle and he loves to be held and he loves to give luvins back. I absolutely love this little guy.