#he's so cuuuute I can't

[sysig]

I really like @theratpy​‘s Dr. Zo :D I like him for normal reasons don’t even worry about it don’t read into it at all haha (Patreon)

Bonus Ratticus

[naomiknight-17]

There's a deaf cat at my shelter and i have never wanted to adopt a cat so bad i wanted an adult cat as my first cat but i want him so bad and i can't get a cat rn and i'm So sad about it 😭i am going insane over him and i had to tell someone

Oh my god I hope either you adopt him or that you live far away

Otherwise I'd steal him myself

[marclef]

ooooh gosh!!! my teeny little man hehehehehehe 😁 he's gonna wake up and be like

fun fact... Fakey is absolutely terrified of clones/Fakes that are bigger than him! but once they show that they're not gonna hurt him i'm sure he'll be fine.... right? 😅

Trades of @marclef!

Kay Buddy! Here's the Fakey you asked for :3

Awww look at the silly :) he eepy

huh?

Woa who are this two??

Awwwwww It's Rotelle and Rigatoni! The gigantic (adoptive) Mama and Papa of the failed clones (including Fakey!)

They used to live in The Tower but now they are in the outskirts of the town, Bruno still visits them, after all, they are the closest he ever had to parents

Hope you like them Marclef :) I had lots of fun drawing this

Kay see y'all later!!

Buh-bye!!

[another-lost-mc]

having a brainrot about how it would be if the characters turned into their animal type (is that what that's called?)

like imagine a shady sorcerer happen to accidentally cast a spell that changes them into their animal type how fucking cute and funny that would be

-🪶

a/n: that's so cuuuute. I went with the symbolic animals from their banners.

the wild side | the demon brothers + karasu

0.5k words | sfw | fluff + humor

related: the dateables' version

The Peacock (Lucifer)

How he responds to you vs. how he responds to everyone else:

He can't keep his feathers fanned out on full display as much as he wants to because he keeps getting stuck in doorways.

He walks around the house in a slow strut. Sometimes he spins around to show off all 360 degrees of his exquisitely-feathered beauty.

He doesn't notice that sometimes he smacks you in the face with his plumes if you're nearby.

The Crows (Mammon and Karasu)

They both bring you gifts and intimidate the others that try to get too close.

They're even more clingy than normal too.

It's surprisingly easy to tell them apart: Mammon's feathers are tipped with white, and Karasu's eyes have a deep scarlet glow.

The Snake (Leviathan)

He desperately wants to curl himself around your arm or leg. He'll try to keep his space if you're visibly creeped out by snakes though, he doesn't want to scare you.

An alternative you could try is wearing one of his oversized hoodies: he'll curl up inside the pocket and every once in a while he'll poke his head out and flick his serpentine tongue at you.

If you don't like that either, he'll curl up in the bottom of your closet or under your bed, somewhere dark and warm where he can still be close enough to keep an eye on you.

The Unicorn (Satan)

The House of Lamentation wasn't designed for horses or horse-like creatures.

He's the only one Lucifer won't try to chase away, his hooves look deadly.

Satan doesn't fit in your bedroom easily but he'll follow you in the hallways or inside the larger rooms with more space.

You are definitely going to recreate this movie moment at some point before the magic wears off:

The Scorpion (Asmodeus)

He's a bit bigger than most scorpions which means he's even more cute or gross depending on how you feel about them.

He's careful not to hurt you with his pincers if you pick him up.

He must be powerful even in this form because he releases sweet-smelling pheromones when he senses you're nearby.

He curls in the makeshift bed on you place on your desk for him. He's surprisingly calm even though scorpions are usually nocturnal.

His eyes have an eerie pink glow. You didn't notice it until you turned off the lights at bedtime.

(He stares at you until you fall asleep.)

The Fly (Beelzebub)

He's a bit larger than a normal fly.

He's restless and his wings are so noisy when he buzzes around you.

Most of the time you can hear the faint sound of his wings coming from the kitchen.

When he's not eating, he's usually hovering on or near Belphie.

The Cow (Belphegor)

He barely fits in your room and he snorts irritably when you raise your arms up and remind him that he is definitely not allowed to sleep on your bed like this.

He's even more annoyed because he can't go up to the attic like this either.

He just happens to plop down in front of your doorway to sleep instead. The others can't climb or go around him easily. He flicks them away with his tail when they try. He doesn't mind if you climb over him though.

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[mehiwilldoitlater]

Y/n:* drunk as fuck, hugging a bunch of Melusines,crying their eyes out*I CAN'T PROTECT THEEEEEEEM?! IT'S SO PAINFULL! YOU'RE ALL SO CUUUUTE!!!!

Furina: this...thing happen...often?

Nahida: only when they're drunk.

Tighnari:last time they made this scene with the Aranara of the area ...

Neuvillette:*he's crying too, holding more Melusines*

Nahida:he's drunk too?

Furina:no, he's a crybaby.

[venulus-reblogs]

Since some of you seemed to like my take on Lady Leticia, and I like to draw her and little Clavis, I'm going to continue to post some stuff ab them.

This time it's a ModernAU! Mostly bc I don't want to acknowledge canon (also, can you imagine what an adorable old lady she would be?)

It's just a sketch, but maybe I'll finish later. I headcanon that, at least in the ModernAU! she likes to garden. Hope you like it.

[misc-obeyme]

I saw posts from another obey me blogger talking about demons and their body language. I saw a post about MC yawning showing off their teeth and the brothers mistaking it for them trying to be intimidating. It was funny.

Anyways doing this with barbatos and diavolo because for some reason the phrase 'im tired' makes me yawn even if I'm not tired. Diavolo talking about how he's tired of paperwork and suddenly I'm yawning.

Or watching barbatos work and yawning like props to him. I could never, even if physically capable. I'm too lazy for that.

Yawning back and forth with Solomon and the others Wondering why were 'fighting' and who's gonna back down first.

Bows for barb

I really love the idea that the demons read body language differently. Things that are just regular stuff for us humans has some kind of alternate, deeper meaning to them.

I yawn a lot due to be perpetually sleepy, but my eyes always water a lot from it, too.

Imagine a bunch of demons who don't understand that MC isn't crying while aggressively baring their teeth... they're just like ??? you wanna fight, but you're sad about it??

Diavolo is doing paperwork, mentions he's tired and then you yawn and it's like, have I offended you somehow, MC??? Mess with him by responding no I just get angry about the piles of paperwork you always have to do >:(

Oh wow now I really wanna see Barbatos yawn. For some reason, I think it'd be super cute. I don't think he'd do it while he was working - or at least, not so anybody could see. Maybe he's ironing alone and just can't stifle a yawn. But I especially like the image of him just waking up, maybe in his demon form, stretching out his arms and his tail and his little hand-horns and yawning all huge. Ahahaha it'd be so cuuuute~

Right, sorry, didn't mean to get all simpy for Barb again...

Anyway, it would be interesting if demons don't have that thing that makes yawns contagious, too. Because then you and Solomon would be the only ones with that particular tendency. You guys are sitting next to each other just yawning in turns. Eventually you're like stop yawning, it's making me yawn! And Solomon's like me? you're the one making me yawn!

Meanwhile the demons are like... what are those two fighting about?

In the end, you both yawn enough that you just end up falling asleep, your head on his shoulder, his head on your head, just snoring away.

Then the demons are really perplexed. Weren't they just fighting?!?! Now they're asleep??? Humans are weird. (Maybe Belphie is the only one who knows this isn't how it works, but he lets the others stay confused because it's funny.)

[prettymeredith]

Afraid of Clowns? 🤡

Don't worry, I have it on good authority that they simply just want to make you LAUGH.

Awww, what's the matter? Clowns are completely & totally harmless. See?

"So cuuuute aren't they? Now why don't you sit very still for me..." "Tickle Tickle Tickle!~"

Now turn that frown upsidedown... My friend BoBo here is going to take really good care of you. Nothing a little face paint and some restraints can't fix. Perfect.

Did you know that all clowns know each other? We're kinda like old people and lawyers in that regard. Hehe. Funny right? Here's a real treat, Tickles the Clown is about to perform his act. All he needs is a few volunteers from the Audience.

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

Now that we got you on your toes, Flip Flop here is ready to suck em.

SCARED? About what exactly, that it might tickle, or you might like it?

Now now, don't resist the urge to laugh, or smile. We will make you. Don't think of those condescending bad reputations people give us. Since when do clowns have big feet? Our feet aren't very big... Infact you may find them kind of... Cute.

"What is it about us that makes you so incredibly uncomfortable hmmm?" "All you need is a real BIG laugh."

"Happy Halloween, Muh Ha Ha Ha Ha!"

[pinkplantmakesstuff]

OH HE'S TURNED OUT SO CUUUUTE!!! Bangarang aesthetics finished painting Pépin and it's even better then I could have even imagined! They did an AMAZING job and I can't wait to see him in person he looks SO good 😭😭😭🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺

Gotta make his head roots and flowers when I get him too I'm so excited!

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Angel Dust: "How dare anyone say I'm playin' favorites! I love all of my friends just the same- there's Cherri Bomb, Niffty, Husk, Charlie, Pentious, my baby Fat Nuggets, and..."

Vaggie: "How many teeth did you just break using their actual names."

Angel Dust: (squinting at smudged note on his hand)

Angel Dust: ".... Vaaaagina.... Vi...agra??"

Vaggie: "Aww how sweet, you actually tried writing it down and everything."

Angel Dust: "Anything for you. Vaggsoline."

Vaggie: "Thanks for that, uh..."

Vaggie: "Sorry. What was your name again?"

Angel Dust: "Oh har har toots very funny."

Angel Dust: "Not THAT funny though. Guys. Stop laughin'."

Angel Dust: "Sugar Tits? Tiny a Nif c'mon- Whiskers! For real she WASN'T that funny- Oi what kinda fearless leader laughs at her own friends like this!? Daddy Sad Snake save me- I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! Even the new guy?? She exiled ya boiz!"

Sir Pentious: "Yesss, well.... that wass a while ago, and sshe let them come back! And ssshe iss alssso rather amusssing!"

Vaggie: "To be fair it's probably also the stress from our impending fight for our lives or whatever."

Angel Dust: "That's not excuse for anyone actin' like you're in any way funnier than me, Vaggitales!"

Vaggie: "Do they even need an excuse."

Angel Dust: "Oh that's it, anyone of ya that laughs harder at HER lame joke that cashed in on MY amazing set up is coming OFF the door collage!"

Vaggie: "Great, so since I was never on there, I can laugh as hard as want huh?"

Angel Dust: "...."

Angel Dust: (spitefully draws a comical doodle of vaggie on his door)

Angel Dust: (glares and lifts an eraser)

Angel Dust: "I won't hesitate, bitch."

Charlie: "Um. Angel...?"

Husk: "Oh for fuck's sake."

Vaggie: "You doodled me in marker, fuck head."

Angel Dust: "Wh- FUCK!!!"

Vaggie: (smirking) "Hey, it's the thought that counts."

Angel Dust: "Someone get me a door unfucker thing! Niffty how do I get this shit lesbian off my door!?"

Niffty: "Blood sacrifice~"

Angel Dust: "Eww okay fine! Who's blood??"

Niffty: (holds up the pig fat nuggets) "Your first born child-"

Angel Dust: (snatches and hugs) "NO!!!!!"

Vaggie: (rolls eye) "I'll scrap it off with my spear, calm down."

Angel Dust: (shrieking and wrapping himself around pig) "MY BABY!"

Vaggie: "...the door. I'll scrap the marker off of the DOOR for you."

Angel Dust: "Ohhhh... Yeah. Yeah, you'd better!"

Charlie: "We can just paint over it, Angel Dust, don't worry" (whispering at vaggie) "He has your picture tacked up on the inside, labeled 'scary but safe question mark question mark', where you won't see. Like you have that one of him hidden under the group photo in the hotel photo album you're mak-"

Vaggie: "No Charlie don't-!"

Angel Dust: "Wait a sec- your scary sapphic is makin' a WHAT now?"

Charlie: "Oh it's so cuuuute!!! She's been working so hard on it- It's a...."

Vaggie: "It's a what. Sweetie."

Charlie: "......"

Charlie: "It's nothing worth sleeping on the couch over."

Angel Dust: "Uh huh."

Vaggie: (smooches gf's cheek) "Glad to hear it."

Charlie: (muttering) "It is worth it actually. It is very cute and worth it but I want my snuggles..."

Angel Dust: "She's sappy as well is sapphic, is what I'm hearin'. A photo album? Really toots? Well as the most photogenic fuck up in this place- obviously- I should be on the front cover."

Vaggie: "You're on enough covers already."

Angel Dust: "NOBODY LAUGH! I set that one up for ya too!"

Vaggie: "Sure you did."

Angel Dust: "THIS IS WHY YOU'RE NOT ON MY DOOR, TOOTS."

Vaggie: "Riiiight."

-elsewhere-

Alastor: "......"

Alastor: "Oh my! I am positively CERTAIN that no one could have POSSIBLY ever FORGOTTEN about me, ha ha ha!"

Alastor: (grins so hard his teeth crack)

[rue-dixon]

Old Clothes

Modern au! Chilchuck and his family.

Flertom finds a box of her mother's old clothes in the attic.

Chilchuck's wife is named Bellana Sams.

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"Wow, Mom! I didn't know you had such cute clothes!" Flertom gasped, going through a big cardboard box she had found in the attic. Sitting on the kitchen tiles now as her mother sipped her drink at the table.

Bellana chuckled fondly as she watched her middle rummage through her clothes from the '90s - to the early 2000s.

"Oh, those old things? Honestly, I just didn't have the heart to throw them away." She sighed, resting her head in her hand.

Flertom stuck her tongue out in concentration as she rummaged around, pulling out a short denim miniskirt. "Cuuuute!" She squealed.

"Oh, that skirt was my favorite to go clubbing in. Although my parents and church hated it." Bellana sighed.

"You're so modest, I can't imagine you wearing something like this!"

Bellana rolled her eyes. "We were young and reckless back then. Your father and I used to sneak out to go drinking and clubbing as often as we could."

Flertom nodded as she dug more, pulling out a dark purple, frilly ruched bowknot top. "Why don't you dress like this anymore??" Flertom pouted, holding up a dark red bikini as well.

"Oh please, after three children I can't fit in any of that." Bellana laughed, "Besides, it would hardly be appropriate at my age."

Flertom huffed, "Aww but you look great for your age!"

"Thank you, sweetheart, but those clothes are hardly practical anyway."

"Then why are you still even holding on to all this stuff??"

Bellana shrugged with a soft smile. Standing up and sitting down on her knees with her daughter, having some trouble as she groaned softly.

"Sentimental reasons, I suppose. These are good memories, reminders of a time when life was simpler and your father and I were young and carefree."

She reached out to pat her daughter's hand, her eyes filled with nostalgia. "These clothes represent a part of our history, our love story. And honestly, some of the outfits are too pretty to part with."

"But they're just sitting in the attic.." Flertom pouted, holding up a long, off-the-shoulder white top.

Bellana sighed deeply, beginning to look through her old clothes as well. Memories came flooding back to her in waves. Both good and messy.

"I know I know.. I just can't bear the thought of them sitting in a thrift store.."

A soft smile slowly touched her lips as she looked back up to Flertom. "I'll tell you what, why don't you go through them and pick out some stuff you'd like to keep."

Flertom's face immediately lit up, her eyes wide and cheeks flushed as her smile looked like it'd slit her face in two.

"Really?! Can I??" She squealed.

"Of course, these clothes deserve to be worn still." She smiled, rummaging through the box before pulling out a baby pink, short dress, with white flower lace covering the skirt.

"Here, this should fit. You'd look beautiful, darling." She smiled, holding it up to Flertom's chest.

Flertom gasped at the gorgeous dress, it looked expressive. Immediately snatching it she squealed on the top of her lungs. Standing up and zooming to the bathroom to try it on. The noise caught the attention of her father who was in the garage that connected to the kitchen, causing him to poke his head in.

"Everything alright in here?" He asked, looking at Bellana as she giggled at her daughter's adorable excitement. Reminding her of when she was a little girl.

"Oh yes, Fler just found my old clothes." Bellana smiled.

Chilchuck smiled, "oh yeah?" Stepping into the room fully and shutting the door behind him. Walking up and leaning against the counter right behind his wife.

"Wow." He laughed, "they reek of cigarettes."

Bellana chuckled sheepishly, "Yeah.. smells like my teen years alright."

"I can't believe you still have that stuff."

"Of course I do, they're too nice to throw away."

Despite neither Bellana nor Chilchuck having much money growing up. Bellana would always save up for nice clothes like these. Fashion being everything to her at the time. The thought of throwing them out or donating them sounded absurd to her.

"Besides the memories of course." Bellana hummed, holding up a pink and white polka-dotted blouse.

"Like this one, I wore this on our first date." She smiled.

"Oh yeah, I remember. you looked so damn cute I couldn't take my eyes off you." Chilchuck smirked.

"As I recall you couldn't take your hands off me either." She chuckled, tossing the blouse back in the box.

Chilchuck pushed himself off the counter and walked over to his wife. "Can you blame me? You were, and still are, the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on." He leaned down and attempted to wrap his arms around her, only for Bellana to swat him away.

"Not now Romeo, us girls are at work right now."

As she said this, Flertom came racing back into the common area. "Sooo cute!" She screamed, jumping up and down while twirling in a circle. Fluffing up the skirt in her hands she twisted her hips back and forth.

Chilchuck and Bellana's attention was now on Flertom, eyes softening with affection. Bellana gasped, clasping her hands together and bringing them to her cheek.

"Oh my, look at you." She gushed, "Aren't you just adorable."

Chilchuck nodded in agreement, "You look just like your mother in that."

Flertom fluffed the skirt up and down as she still couldn't contain her excitement. Dancing around in place, fantasizing about what it would be like to be her mother frolicking in such a gorgeous dress.

Puckpatti rounded the corner with a class in her hand, going to the kitchen to refill her drink but stopping when she saw her older sister dancing in what looked like a princess dress met a dress for a school dance.

"What's going on?"

"Your sister's trying on my old clothes I had when I was your girl's age. Seeing if she likes any of them to take." Her mother gestured towards her sister who was still dancing around in her own little bubble.

Puckpatti raised a brow, putting her glass down as she walked over. Looking at all the cute clothes on the floor before looking into the box.

"Would you like to look too? You're welcome to any as well of course."

Puckpatti smiled, getting down on her knees as well as she picked at some resting on top.

"Yeah Puck!" Flertom now stopped, bending over next to her sister. "I bet some of this stuff would look great on you too!"

Puckpatti dug around for a moment, before pulling out a navy blue tube top with lace roses and lace trim on the top and bottom.

"Mom you owned something like this..?" Her eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn't imagine her modest and sweet mother in something like this.

"Oh yes, my parents were not happy with me." She giggled.

Chilchuck chuckled, remembering that top all too well. "I remember that one."

"Of course you do," Bellana muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes as she smacked his leg, it being the only thing she could reach.

"Gross!" Flertom whined, understanding her father's implication.

Puckpatti held it up to look at it better, "You're so proper, I can't believe it."

"Oh! It'll go great with this Patti!" Flertom gushed, grabbing the miniskirt she had earlier and handing it to her little sister.

Puckpatti smiled widely, "thanks!" Grabbing it and rushing to the bathroom to change.

A few minutes later Puckpatti came out, striking a pose with her hands on her hips. "Wow! My boobs look great in this!" She yelled.

Chilchuck choked out a cough, his ears turning red as covered his mouth. While Bellana let out a hearty laugh, a hand coming to her chest as she tried to catch her breath. That being the absolute last thing they expected her to say. Flertom on the other hand stood up and ran to her sister, admiring her outfit.

"Oh my god, they do! That skirt makes your legs look amazing too!" She squealed.

"I know right!" Puckpatti smiled, "I'm so keeping these!" the two girls began to giggle among themselves.

Eventually, the family's loud voices caught Meijack's attention up in her room. Coming down to see what all the commotion was.

"Ah Mei-Mei, your sisters are trying my old clothes on to keep, would you like some too?" Her mother smiled.

Meijack walked closer, glancing at the clothes her sisters were wearing and all the clothes scattered on the ground. None looked like anything she'd wear in a million years.

"Yeah Mei!" Flertom clapped her hands together.

"None of this stuff looks like me.." Meijack mumbled, kicking at some of the discarded clothes around.

Bellana chuckled, knowing her eldest had always been on the tomboy side, "That's alright sweetheart. I didn't expect you to like my old stuff, just thought I'd still ask."

Meijack nodded, going over to stand next to her father as she watched her sisters. Truthfully she did want to join her sisters, but none of that stuff looked like her or even would fit her. Meijack was a lot taller and thinner than her sisters. She didn't inherit the curvy figure that her mother was blessed with like her sisters did. So she doubted she'd be able to fill out most of those outfits properly anyway.

Chilchuck caught that small look of longing in his daughter's eyes and frowned. Sighing, he rested his hand on her shoulder.

"She owned plenty of jeans too you know. Not just skirts and dresses." He said softly, Meijack looked at him.

"But would they even fit..?"

"Only one way to find out."

She still hesitances for a moment, tugging at her sleeve before sighing. Crouching down next to her mother. Bellana smiled lovingly at her, happy she was at least giving it a try. After a few minutes, Bellana pulled out a black tank top that was just cropped at the waist, with a little symbol on the front in gold.

"Here," she smiled, "how about this."

Meijack looked at it, it didn't look that bad actually. With some hesitation, she reached out and took it.

"Yeah.. yeah this looks nice.." she mumbled. Causing all her family to smile, her sisters immediately diving into the box to find her something to match with it.

"Oh!" Puckpatti gasped, "What about these?!" She held up a pair of flared, low-rise jeans.

Meijack frowned, no way those would fit her.

"Those would be perfect!" Flertom beamed.

"Go try them on!"

"But-"Meijack tried to protest but her sisters were already pulling her to her feet and pushing her towards the bathroom door while shoving the clothes in her hands.

A few minutes later, Meijack reappeared, now wearing the black top and low-ride flares. Although the clothes were slightly loose on her, they did not look bad. The pants hung a little lower but not so much so it was unflattering or inappropriate. She tugged at the bottom of the shirt as she looked down at her body. The jeans still complimented he tall figure nicely, and the tank top fit her slightly muscular build well.

Chilchuck crossed his arms, "see, I told you."

He was happy Meijack was able to find something to her taste and didn't feel completely left out. He was aware of her insecurities, despite never being explicitly told about them.

Bellana smiled as well, "You look amazing, Mei, dear. It's a different look, but it suits you."

Meijack nodded as she looked at herself. Liking it nonetheless. Walking back next to her father who still stood with his arms crossed, looking over to her, "You like nice.." he mumbled softly.

Both comments caused Meijack's cheeks to flush as she picked at the jeans.

Flertom meanwhile went back to digging, before pulling out a beautiful, off-the-shoulder, yellow sundress, matched with a corset with sunflowers embroidered into it.

"How cute!" She squealed, unaware of the history behind it.

Chilchuck's eyes widened at the sight of the yellow sundress, recognizing it instantly. His face heated up as he coughed into his hand awkwardly. Bellana, too, noticed the change in Chilchuck's expression and shot him a knowing smirk, pink dusting her cheeks as well. Flertom, unaware of the significance and her parent's reaction, only focused on the dress's beauty.

"maybe.. don't take that one with you sweetheart.." Bellana chuckled nervously.

Flertom frowned, "why not? You said we could have anything we like.." she pouted, still clutching the dress, pouting at the thought of not being able to take the gorgeous piece with her.

Bellana and Chilchuck exchanged a glance.

Chilchuck, not very subtle with his excuse, chimed in, "Oh, well, that one's just... it's just a little too fragile, it's old. You wouldn't want to ruin it now, would you?"

Flertom looked at it confused, "It doesn't seem that old or fragile."

"Hey," Meijack suddenly spoke up, recognizing the dress. "Isn't that dress in the picture hanging in the living room?"

The photo she was referring to was of Chilchuck and Bellana dancing together at an outdoor party as teenagers. A popular story from when they were young that the girls have progressively learned more details about as they got older and more age-appropriate.

Meijack frowned, Flertom's eyes widening.

"Yeah.. now that you mention it. Hey isn't that night you guys said you got pregnant with Meijack" Puckpatti blurted.

Chilchuck groaned, covering his face in his hands as Bellana chuckled nervously. It wasn't a secret, but they both knew how.. dramatic their middle girl could be.

Flertom's heart sank as her face slowly turned red, her expression dropping. Before throwing the dress in the air and screaming.

"EEEEEWWWW!! Gross gross gross gross gross! I need to disinfect my hands immediately!" She screamed, flinging her hands in the air.

Chilchuck groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He knew she'd react this way, such a silly girl who was invested in her parent's love life but always drew the line when it came to intimacy in such a dramatic way. Which in hindsight, was hypocritical of him considering she got her dramatic tendencies from him.

While Bellana sighed knowingly, already knowing she'd react this way. Just watching and shaking her head, as Flertom began to run around the room.

"I touched the dress my parents had sex in!" She cried, zooming around the room as her sisters watched her. Puckpatti poked at the dress as Meijack wished she had earplugs.

[floras-imagination]

Robbers, forever? 🖤 matty healy x reader

CHAPTER 1

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summary: Y/n and Matty break each other's hearts multiple times over the years, yet they find themselves unable to stay away from each other... and this is the beginning of their love story 🖤 authors note: This story is inspired by some of my fondest memories shared with an ex (but I've made some changes to better align the story with Matty's character), and each chapter is accompanied by poems I've written about that relationship. I've posted them on my poetry blog, so just click on the links you'll find in the chapters:) Hope you enjoy it as much as I do 💘 (i think it's so cuuuute) word count: 2,6 k warning: y/n struggles with a restrictive ed in the first few chapters (but it's just kinda mentioned in the diary entry at the beginning)

August 2012

Dear Diary, I wish I were stronger. I wish I could beat this illness, but I just can't. Every time I try to recover, I fail. I've been doing so well in the last few months, but it's always the same. As soon as I'm doing better I mess it up again. Why do I keep lying to myself? "I'm in control." "Just one more day." "I can stop if I want to." But I never do. A day turns into a week, and suddenly weeks have passed, and I can't control it anymore.

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Y/n sat in her living room, having some dinner while watching the news. As she glanced at her phone, she noticed an incoming call from an unknown number.

After considering it for a moment, Y/n became curious, so she decided to answer. "Hello?"

"Y/n?", a male, familiar voice asked.

"Matty?", she asked slightly confused, immediately recognizing the man on the phone.

"Surprised?"

"Uhm... yeah, kind of, I guess. Haven't heard anything from you in ages. How've you been?"

Matty and Y/N have known each other from school. After they graduated a few years ago, they sometimes still bumped into each other in town, enjoying a nice chat and updating each other about their busy, somewhat messy adult lives. Though their paths seemed to cross every once in a while, they never really tried to stay in touch.

"Great, actually," he answered. "George and I got a bit bored, so I was wondering if maybe you wanna hang out with us?"

"Hang out with you?"

"Yeah, we'd pick you up."

"Okay, let me get this straight," the girl stated. "You and George got bored..."

"Yep."

"and out of all the things you could do, you chose to ask me if I want to hang out with you?"

"Now what's wrong with that?" Matty asked, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, to call someone you have never called before, asking them to hang out on a casual Thursday.

"Well, I don't kn... Wait! Where did you get my number from?"

"Doesn't really matter, does it?"

"It does matter somehow."

Suddenly, the sound of a car horn made Y/N jump.

"Nah. We're here by the way. You're coming?"

"Matty! It's 9:30; I'm already in my pajamas!" she exclaimed.

Matty laughed. "I don't care what you're wearing."

"And who even gave you my address?"

"Just get your ass out here!" he snickered into the phone. "Now!"

"You're insufferable!"

"Yeah, I know," he shrugged it off with a smirk.

"Give me at least a sec to put some clothes on." Not waiting for an answer, she hung up. Despite her confusion about Matty's suspicious call, she changed into a pair of jeans and a hoodie, quickly grabbing her jacket and keys as she went downstairs to leave the house.

Matty sat on the passenger seat of George's car, his arm casually dangling out of the open window. "Hi, Y/n!" he greeted her with a big smile on his face, causing y/n's bewilderment to grow.

"Hi, Y/n!" George called from the drivers seat.

"Hi...", she hesitantly answered, shyly waving her hand toward his direction.

"Come on, get inside!" Matty said excitedly.

"Matty, I still don't kn..."

"Sshhh!" he cut her off, pressing his index finger on his lips. "It'll be fun. I promise."

Y/n opened the door and placed herself on the backseat, putting on her seatbelt as George started the engine, ready to drive off.

"How are you Y/n?" Matty asked.

"Uhm.. fine, I guess. Bit tired. I have work tomorrow."

"Are you still working as a nurse, Y/n?" George asked.

"Yes, I am. How's your music thing going?"

"Absolutely amazing", Matty answered immediately. "We're currently working on our first album. It's gonna be a fuckin' banger, isn't it George?"

"Oh, definitely!", George added.

"That's cool. I'm so happy for you guys. Can't wait to hear it," Y/n grinned.

"You're gonna be the first to hear it when it's done.", Matty beamed.

George shook his head, trying to hide a chuckle as he glanced over to the overly excited Matty. "What?" Matty reacted.

"Nevermind," George now laughed.

Matty shook his curls out of his face. "Idiot."

"Where are we driving?" Y/n asked as she slowly got more comfortable in the presence of her old classmates.

"I don't know," both Matty and George stated in unison, looking at each other as neither of them had a clue about their destination.

"Maybe we can park the car over there," Matty pointed towards and empty parking space he randomly saw.

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After George parked the car, Matty quickly left the car to open the door for Y/N.

Their gaze locked for a moment, as she looked up at him from her seat "Uhm.. thank you," she chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're welcome," he waved it off. "Don't mention it."

George rolled his eyes at Matty's silly behaviour. "Ouch!" he squeaked, as Matty stabbed him with his elbow.

"Ah look! A church," Matty stated as the three of them were heading towards one of the city's churches. "Quite stunning, isn't it?"

"It's just a church, mate," George raised an eyebrow at his best friend.

"Shall we sit down on that bench over there? Hope I won't go up in flames. Wouldn't that be fun, huh?" Matty asked.

A slight chuckle left Y/n lips, as she realized that going outside with Matty and George wasn't as bad as she expected. She was actually glad that she picked up that call. A little bit of distraction from her mind and her self-destructive thoughts had been long overdue.

"Do you smoke, Y/n?"

"Nah, it's disgusting."

George threw his head back in heavy laughter before patting Matty's shoulder, who looked at him in his usual clumsy way.

"What is it with you today, George?" Matty asked, shaking his head. "You're acting kinda weird."

"Me? No idea what you're talking about," he kept on laughing.

Y/n was still standing in front on the bench, while only the two boys were sitting.

"Anyway," Matty looked away from George, turning his face toward Y/n. "You know you can actually sit down here beside me." Matty said as his curls were dangling in his eyes again. He pushed them aside with his hand as he continued, "We don't bite, you know?"

"Well, I certainly won't," George still couldn't get over whatever he was laughing about. "But I wouldn't be so sure about Matty."

Matty kicked his foot against George's. "I'm sorry about him. He's usually not like that."

"It's okay, I'd rather keep standing. I just wish I knew what he's laughing about, so I could join in," the blonde girl chuckled.

"No, I think it'd best if he kept it to himself", Matty said with a pointed look at George, his tone firm, implying he should refrain from sharing the source of his amusement. "... wouldn't it, George?"

"Ookayy... this is... weird," Y/n said while observing the two musicians, trying to figure out what was going on.

Matty knew why George was enjoying himself this much, but he didn't want anyone else to know, especially not Y/n. He instantly started to regret that he had told his long kept secret to his best friend earlier that day, since George was on his best way of ruining Matty's well-thought-out plan.

George cleared his throat as he finally pulled himself back together. "Mh, mh...," he hummed. After lighting his own fag he handed the lighter over to Matty so he could light his.

Y/N watched as he blew the smoke out, which slowly meandered all over his face before evaporating into the cold, dark night. As he slowly opened up his eyes, their glances met for a second but she looked down at her feet immediately, to avoid having any more eye contact.

"I kinda miss going to school with you guys," Matty informed them. "Do you miss it too sometimes?"

"Nah, certainly not," George answered, but Matty's eyes were fixed on Y/n.

"Yeah, I do," Y/n chuckled. "Do you know who I miss the most?"

"No, who?" Matty asked, before he quickly added "Ah, no, wait! I know it!"

Y/n raised her eyebrow, waiting for his answer.

"It's me!"

George and Y/n looked at each other before bursting out in laughter.

"Oh damn, Matty. I wish I had an ego as big as yours," Y/n snickered.

"Yeah, well... okay. Who is it then?", Matty shrugged.

"It's Mr. Miller. I kinda miss his bad jokes"

"Haha, yeah, he was such a pervert, though."

"Yeah, I know. That's what made it so funny," she answered.

"I mean, he was only that funny because his jokes were so bad. Ridiculous." George added, slightly chuckling under his breath.

"Wait... doesn't he live over there?" The girl turned around, pointing towards a house across the street from the church.

"Uhm..," Matty thought for a moment before he continued "Yes! He does! He told us about the annoying chimes of the bell tower right in front of his house, didn't he?"

"Yeah, he did. Wow, that's amazing. Come on, let's see if he's home," not even waiting for a response, she started to make her way across the street to Mr. Miller's house.

"Y/n!" Matty whisper-screamed, "Are you insane? It's half 10. He's probably in bed already, shagging his wife or something."

George laughed at Matty's words. "I'm in. This is fun. Come on Matty. Don't be such a wimp." He stood up from the bench they were sitting on, walking over to Y/n.

Matty was still sitting on the bench, his arms crossed in front of his chest like a little kid left behind by his parents.

"Matty!" Y/n turned around to call him once again. "Get your ass up!"

Matty rolled his eyes before he got up, slowly strolling over the street to where is friends stood.

"Who's gonna ring the doorbell?" George asked, looking at Matty, who immediately responded in denial. "Don't look at me like that! I won't do it."

"And you want to call yourself a man? Pathetic." Y/n snapped in annoyance.

Surprised but kind of impressed by her answer, the two boys looked at each other and shrugged.

"I'll do it then," y/n informed them before she rang the doorbell at Mr. Miller's front door.

After waiting for a few seconds with no answer, she decided to ring the bell again.

"I think no one's home.", George said.

"I told you he's under his wife!", Matty stated.

Y/n chuckled as she looked at Matty to respond "Yeah Matty, you might be right. Let's leave then."

"I'm always right. Don't know why no one's ever listening to me," he said as they walked back to their bench across the street.

Now it was only George who sat down again, while Y/n and Matty stood in front of the bench.

"Imagine..," y/n started as she turned around to face Matty "like what if they were really in there..."

"They were!" Matty interrupted her. "Believe me."

They both chuckled in unison at their silly and dirty imagination. As Matty sought eye contact again, she tried to cover up her mouth with her hand, feeling a bit insecure. This time, she didn't look away but locked her gaze with his, looking up at the curly-haired man. Suddenly, something seemed to click in her. The sound of his laughter touched her soul like rays of sunshine, covered in sweet melodies. Like the myelin sheath of axons, allowing them to reach her ears even faster than the speed of light. She didn't yet know that this exact moment would change her life forever. That this exact moment was the start of a series of memories she would never get rid of. She didn't yet know that if a magical creature offered her to relive one day of her life, she would unhesitatingly choose this one.

If she had known all this, she probably would have held onto this moment longer. Maybe her question would have been something like 'Can we stay a bit longer?' or 'Can we make this night last forever?'

But instead, she said "Can we go home now? I'm kinda freezing, and I have to get up very early tomorrow."

"Yeah, sure thing," Matty said. And even though he wanted this rather intimate moment between the two of them to last forever or at least a little bit longer, he slowly loosened his gaze from hers. "George? Come on, off we go."

George stood up, and they slowly walked back to the car, neither of them saying a word. It seemed as if something magical lingered in the air. George had noticed that something had happened between Y/N and his best friend — something that changed the entire atmosphere around them, adorning it with a sweet, metaphorical scent.

🖤[poem 1]🖤

As Matty was about to open the car door, Y/n stopped him. "Look! There's a firefly!"

"Where?" Matty asked, wildly looking around.

"Right there, in your hair," she pointed up to his messy curls. "Wait, don't move." She carefully reached out her finger to his hair, trying to let the little firefly crawl onto it.

"It's so cute, isn't it?" she asked, showing him the insect on her finger.

"It is. I've never actually seen one before. Have you?" he asked while admiring the glowing creature on Y/n's finger.

"No, I haven't."

"Look, there's another one," Matty stated as he pointed his finger in the air next to Y/n's face.

Just a few seconds later, they found themselves surrounded by hundreds of fireflies, their gentle glow illuminating the dark night around them.

George was already sitting in the car as he rolled down the window, curious why his friends were still standing outside of the car. "What's going on out there?" he asked.

Done admiring the fireflies, Y/n and Matty got in the car. "Man, you missed out on something. About a million fireflies were out there!" Matty exaggerated.

"Oh really? I see them all the time in my garden," George answered casually as he started driving.

"You must be kidding!" Matty stated in surprise.

"No, like literally almost every single night!" he laughed and kept on driving towards Y/n's house to drop her off.

🖤[poem 2]🖤

🖤[poem 3]🖤

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When George stopped the car in front of Y/n's house, she unbuckled her seatbelt, getting ready to leave the car.

"So, uhm... it was nice to hang out with you, guys," Y/n said.

"Yeah..." Matty started before he was cut off by George.

"Yeah, Y/n. I'm pretty sure Matty liked it too," George teased, wriggling his eyebrows.

"Thank you, George," Matty rolled his eyes at him. "But I think I can speak for myself, can't I? I'm a big boy, I suppose." He turned around to face Y/n in the backseat. "So, yeah. I loved it. It was fun. Maybe we can hang out again at the weekend?"

"Yes, I'd love that," she shyly smiled in response.

"Great."

"Okay. Well, goodnight then," she said, opening the door to get out of the car. "See ya, guys!"

"Bye, Y/n!" George waved.

"See ya!" Matty called out of the open window as she was already out of the car, opening her front door, waving goodbye with a smile on her face.

After she disappeared into the house, Matty immediately turned around, confronting George. "You fuckin' idiot!"

"What? What have I done now?" George laughed.

"George, I'm telling you...," Matty warned him. "If you ruin this..."

"I won't ruin anything, mate. I think you need to settle down a bit. Tonight went quite well, didn't it?"

"Yeah... Yeah, I think so," Matty looked outside the window, his tired head resting on his hand, his mind replaying the evening's events like scenes from a movie...

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Let me know what you think xx

[wings-of-ink]

Classic IF ask but it's always sooooo cuuuute 😭😍

How would the ROs react to a scenario where:

- MC is too drunk or drunk-sleepy (that one is me) to recognize that RO is RO

- RO is trying to get them home

- Drunk or drunk-sleepy MC is protesting that they don't want to go with some stranger because they already have the most perfect partner and they're so handsome/beautiful and sweet and amazing and hot and and and -

Ask previous to this one was pretty similar, so link is here to that:

Though, I'll elaborate on the second part for the question below:

Oswin: taking the praise very stoically, while trying to get MC to recognize someone that he knows he can trust to get them home safe.

Zahn: waiting out MC and letting the praise roll. MC will start to stagger home at some point and they can follow along and ensure their safe return without alarming them.

Duri: "You're lover must miss you and want you home, I'll bring you to them, just keep describing them..."

Rune: They'll watch over MC and if they can't get them home, they'll get them a room in the tavern or something so they can sleep it off. They just want MC to feel safe even if they're drunk.

???: If it's getting difficult for MC to trust and recognize him, he's going to worry about scaring them. He wouldn't be able to stand a look of fear on MC's face directed at him. He'll cave after having his fun with hearing the praise, and get some help from MC's friends.

Thank you for the ask, Nony! ^_^

[remember-digimon]

Who the adventure kids would marry while playing Stardew Valley

Tai: Alex because Sports. He would be bummed that he can't actually play Gridball with him.

Sora: Sam. He has a band, he is a total sweetheart, and he looks out for his little brother.

Matt: Leah. She's artistic, a little shy, and very caring. He wouldn't want anyone to know though lol. Or he'd go for Sebastian bc he can relate to the Angst, and he has a motorcycle

Izzy: Krobus! A little guy who lives in the sewers and knows all about secretive things?? Izzy is so down.

Joe: Penny. She's a simple character, and she shows maturity. He would relate to her stepping up to be a teacher for the kids in town.

Mimi: Haley. She's cute, she's fun, and most of all SHE'S CUUUUTE

TK: Emily. She's just weird enough to be entertaining to him but not so weird that he's put off

Kari: Shane bc SHE *CAN* FIX HIM ACTUALLY

Davis: Abigail. She's adventurous but responsible enough to not run directly into danger, which he would respect even if he doesn't follow that example

Cody: No one. Cody is married to his farm

Yolei: Elliot. He's straight off a trashy romance novel cover and I feel like she would be hella into that

Ken plays multiplayer and marries whoever he's playing with. Usually Davis lol

[infamouslydorky]

can you draw me and von karma pleeease hes so cuuuute :D

I have medical expenses, man. I can't do things for free in a capitalist hellscape OTL

[missamyrisa2]

I’ve been loving your work for so long but I’ve never reached out with a question before! What do you think about the idea of tickle teasing a cute boy to a ticklegasm while he’s asleep? (With his consent of course)

Awww welll thank youuuuu for the loveesss and I'm so glad you reached out because I loooove thattt~~

the dreamy ticklegasmmm oh yessss ~ it would take such finesseee and lucky for him I can be soooo quiettt sneakyyy ~ I've slipped into bed with the lightest of sleepers and never roused them ~ I suppose it's my big honking toes and chicken legs and tall slenderness that make me so nimble~ I would be wearing a light comfy dress, not too swishy of course so that I can move so gently and pull the feather and fluff puff tool from my waistbelt, and carefullyyy peel back the comforter and sheets to start teasing those toess~ ooh yess the toes are the way to a boy's royal area, just the lightest slightest touches under each one and little tickles between. Barelyyy moving the feather as it probes in and out and around with the tickly touches, studying his every expression and body movement to keep my tickles from rousing too much excitement too fast. The tiny twitches and little trembles show me how the feathery touches are influencing his dreams ~ I can't help but admire and adore, wondering what lovely visions I'm inspiring as I caress the inner sole with my fluff tool, drawing it lightlyyy up and down in puffy grazes~

The sheets slowly go up~ I move ever so slowly, never exposing too much skin at once so that the temperature change isn't a shock. As we agreed he's wearing only those cute boxer shorts with the little coffee cup designs ~ because I just loooove so much making a boy allll helplessly tickle aroused while wearing cute undies like that ~ my feather traces the inner thighs, my puff trails the waist back and forth. I bring the dreamy tickles around the outskirts of the royal area, sending those subtle signals to the prince part ~ mmmmh it's time to wake upppp princeyyyy ~ but we can't wake everyone up no no noooo~ ahh yess, I seeee him rousing, the little swell growing and the cuuuute ticklish tip so eager to volunteer as it begins poking out the little door ~ ahhh there's few things more sweetly irresistible than coaxing a boy's royal rod out the little door~ his face gets a little screwed up and I back off, just blowing tiny puffs of air on that tippy tip waiting for him to settle and get back to those sensual fuzzy feathered dreamsss~

And then it's the tip on tip action ~ my stiff feather caressing, kissing that swelling royal head, lightly touching and encouraging the growth ~ especially as the fluff tool waits riiight outside the door to catch the underside. They work so well as a team, my little tools ~ the feather inspires the swelllll and the fluff tickles everything that comes out~ ahh yes, stroking the length as it grows and emerges, sooo sensitive and ticklish. His body twists towards the sensation, it wants sooo badly to cum and I'm sure his dream is growing desperate tooo~ but noooo we're gonna softyyyy ticklegasm oh yes we are~ so I will take my feather and trace and stroke and dance around the head as the fluff glides up and down the length, ever so gently bringing him closer and closer~ with ample visits to the waistline and navel for veryyy light tickles ~ I wanna hear so many sleep giggles and groans after allll~

Ahh but we can't keep it up forever ~ I can see he's starting to get restlessss so it's time for that sweeeet cute ticklegasmmm~ that means using the feather and puff under his length to make it rise as much as possible~ encouraging the stiffest of royal rods with my ticklesss~ all so I can get clearance to give my adoringgg gentle brushyyy lip kissesss riiight under the tip~~ ooh it's such a challenge but i'm always up for it, the most minimal of kissyy tickles alll on that death spottt ~ and I know it'll only take a fewwww before I hear that unmistakable sleepy gasp and sense the vibrations deep within his royal chambers ~ so that I can back up and gleefully quietly tickle up and down the length and watch him have such a delightful soft ticklegasmm~~

and of course, awaken to me tackling his spent body with playful taunting tickles, squeezing those sides and blowing raspberries allll up his belly to ribs and neck~<3