#i love repairing my own clothes and plushies

[lordrandreaming]

I've been busy! Very busy.. But art wise, this is the most accomplished I've been! Haven't touched 3D in years (since junior year actually) so I figured it wouldn't be ✨amazing✨ but, for my 30+ year old puppet it's more than enough!

The heart is full of his old, original stuffing! It also has a jingle bell in it, for the jinglies of course! If I remember correct, he was attacked by a dog but had minimal damage (you can see the 2 holes and the stitching in the middle of his face) but all in all, for a puppet as old as dirt like him, he's still holding together well!

I did have to sew a leg back onto his body a bit, since it was tearing. But that was easy! I want to patch up the holes on his face, but that'll be for another day when they start becoming a problem.

He's been entertaining me since I was a small lil bab, and is the only surviving remnant of my childhood.

With my birthday just being around the corner (less than a month away now!) I've been.. Different feeling about my art. I want to take it more serious than ever. At some point, I'm going to try and make my own plush (which will be HARD but im excited!!) And then eventually, make a fursuit! Of course- this will be years from now, but I have something to work twords as a result :)

[attyisavailable]

Any random headcannons you have for Cole and Anon? Those two are also my faves.

Sorry this took a while to answer. My drafts kept getting deleted, and it was a pain in the yk to keep rewriting it 😞🙏

ANYWAY- Cole and Anon headcanons (both with and w/o Marshmallow!)

Cole🔪

-He has a tendency to clean the entirety of his house often. Sometimes, his (totally normal) hobby makes it so he gets stains on his clothes and in his house. He can't have anything be dirty, especially when you visit! God knows what wrong ideas that'll put in your head.

-Prefers psychological horror rather than supernatural horror. It thrills him much more, plus he loves seeing what messed up things people come up with.

-Also loves thriller movies. I mean, how silly is it to watch a movie in which there's a dangerous person around? You won't have to worry about that, there's not anyone like that in the city.

-Knows how to bake, cook, and do all sorts of neat tricks with food and cooking supplies. Can make a delicious velvet cake, though sometimes you'll see the stains on his clothes but not a single cake in the kitchen.

-Isn't too into arcades or places like that, he just prefers reading at home or doing something where there aren't many people nearby. Genuinely, he just doesn't like interacting with people much.

-(If you're AFAB or have a uterus) He's pretty educated on female anatomy. He doesn't find it weird when someone is on their period, God no, he'd be a jerk if he found simple human anatomy odd. Well, there are odd parts about anatomy, but not that. Plus he's great with cleaning up blood—don't ask—so you wouldn't have to worry about stains.

-Knows all sorts of weird facts, like how it takes around 75 to 155 espresso shots to kill someone.

Anon👾

-Along with being a germaphobe, he's also a neat freak. Likes having things in certain places where he can always expect them to be. That way, it won't be such a hassle to look for something so small, like his glasses.

-Constantly tries getting you to play different games, none of them similar to the others. One day, he'll try getting you to play Resident Evil, the next he'll make you play Animal Crossing.

-Ever since turning into a lemur, he never got rid of the urge to swing from branches. To fix this issue, he often goes to a nearby playground to hang out on the swings and play games on his phone.

-SPEAKING OF PHONES AND LEMURS, he once accidentally dropped his phone as a lemur.. while he was climbing a tree. He was absolutely devastated, especially since there's no way he could get it repaired without having the employees look at him weird, wondering why an animal was in the shop.

-He can't focus on games while you're around (also mentioned in his phone-fling I believe), he'll constantly try stealing glances and that'll make him lose whatever game he's playing. If you ever mention it, he'll go on a ramble about how you're more attractive than a game with good graphics.

-Knows how to draw but doesn't know anything about animation. He wants to learn how to animate in order to create a game of his own, though it's difficult when he spends most of his time playing rather than working on his own project.

-Has a collection of fatass plushies in a corner of his room. He calls it his cuddle corner, but he mostly just collapses onto it if he doesn't wanna bother with his bed.

[squishy-lombax]

I got bit by the Scooby-Doo bug and really wanted to make my own AU, which I'm calling "Groovy Scooby." I grew up watching Scooby-Doo and it's always been a big part of my life. Seeing other people make their own redesigns and AUs really got my gears turning. This took forever to make and I still need to work on the dogs and the Mystery Machine. I decided to go ahead and post the human characters at least, though.

Here's some fun facts from my AU:

Shaggy * Hates his hair cut due to a past traumatic experience. At this point, only Daphne is allowed to help tame his mop of hair. * Was diagnosed with diabetes as a child. He manages it well with a pump and service dog. *Into recreational drugs like marijuana to help ease his issues with anxiety. Overall a big advocate for mental health and hidden disabilities. *Believes gender is more of a construct and doesn't think clothing should be gatekept. Isn't shy to wear women's clothes. * Doesn't have a good relationship with his parents due to them sending him to boot-camp in order to "fix" him his gay tendencies years ago. * Knows how to operate most guns and even own ones the rest of the gang doesn't know about. However, he hopes never to use it because he's ironically anti-gun.

Daphne * Bimbo with a brain. Enjoys acting dumb for the attention but is very aware she looks good and knows how to use it to her advantage. * Makes money with her side-hustle of vlogging their van-life and making videos about true-crime. * Enjoys childish things like plushies and games, being a firm believer in the "cringe culture is dead" mentality. One of her favorite things to do is bring up Just Dance on Youtube and force the rest of the gang to dance with her. * Has been taking jiu jitsu since she was little but tends to forget it if panicked. Overall, very much enjoys fitness including jogging, yoga, and yeti tumbler collecting. * Generally goes with the flow, letting the gang make most decisions related to plans and activities. However, if she really wants something, she always gets her way. * Loves horror/thriller/slasher media, with her favorite being the classic Scream. Poor Shaggy cannot be in the same room when she's watching horror movies.

Velma * Loves to paint and draw. Overall a big arts and crafts hoe. * Refuses to shave. Will never apologize to insecure men. * The only one in the gang who graduated collage, which is in social sciences and history. Everyone else is a drop-out. * She is farsighted but usually wears her glasses all the time because she genuinely thinks she looks cute in them (she is correct) * Grew up as a token "tomboy" and now that she is an adult, she's really embarrassed by her inability to wear heels or apply makeup. However, Daphne is more then willing to help her out without making her feel dumb about it. * A terrible liar but great at asking inappropriate questions. Generally socially awkward.

Fred * Grew up in a conservative Christian household but after befriending the gang and having his world-view expanded, he no longer identifies with the religion. * Only one in the gang who genuinely loves sports. The gang tries to share his interests by going to games with him, but they don't share his enthusiasm. * His autistic superpower is knowing how to repair basically anything that's broken. However, cars is his specialty. * He's the token straight-ally character in a LGBTQ piece of media, but goddamn he's on thin-ice. * The most emotionally sensitive in the gang and not afraid to cry in public. However, the things he cries about could be something as simple as a very adorable cat photo he saw online. * He's emotionally very dependent on the gang and reverts into an NPC if separated from them. He feels very thankful he doesn't have to mask around his friends.

[breakfastteatime]

JFO Headcanon Collection Masterlist #2

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Merrin braids Cal's hair 📘(and fanart from @ledeni-tm!!!!!)

Merrin sings in the shower. Greez... endures

Greez knits a gift for Cal 📘

Malicos: Old Man

Merrin keeps Cal company after Nur 📘

Jaro hunts down a sleepwalking Cal📘

New Normal

Sleepover 📘

Soup (Greez: How I learned to stop worrying and tolerate the kid)📘

SNITMICE!!!!📘

Blankets📘

Loved ones📘

Plushie📘

Dreams📘

Meditation with Master Tapal and Padawan Kestis📘

Greez takes Cal shopping📘

Safe

Cal versus Bracca's Death Shift📘

Greez learns about Cal's connection to Master Yaddle

What about the other scrappers from the train?

Cal learns about a little thing called NAPPING📘

Cal's sunglasses

Campfire 📘

Cal + Acrobatics

Nightmare 📘

I can explain!!!! 📘

Echo meta

Little Rituals 📘

A thought about Cere...

Cere and Cal spar... 📘

Cere watches Cal experience an echo 📘

Silence 📘

Cal has some thoughts about the nature of flying...

Break 📘

Gardening is good for the soul 📘

I feel fluffy 📘

Family 📘

Are you okay? 📘

You've got one minute... 📘

Get ready 📘

Just breathe 📘

Sleepwalking 📘

Wake up 📘

Cal picks up an echo from Master Yaddle 📘

Freckles 📘

Fingers through hair 📘

Fever 📘

Baby Cal goes on a fieldtrip! 📘

Chores are everyone's business 📘

That's an unpopular opinion... 📘

Yes, another post-Ilum fluff story 📘

It wasn't your fault 📘

Echo Overload 📘

Yeah, it's a migraine... 📘

Nothing but the clothes on his back...

Cleaning

Cal uses his psychometry to test out an ancient Jedi artifact for Cere 📘

Limited Edition 📘

Cal's repaired lightsaber impresses Cere...

Cal describes how he broke his wrist. Greez has immediate regrets📘

Cal buys Greez a present

"Chaos and regret" on Bogano...

Cere takes care of Cal after Ilum 📘

Cal gives Greez a taste of his own medicine

Jaro Tapal's Padawan is too comfortable with heights... 📘

BD reminds Cal to eat 📘

Used the Force too much? Have a migraine! 📘

How Cere knows Cal was Jaro Tapal's apprentice 📘

Let him sleep (Cal's first night aboard the Mantis) 📘

Greez teaches Cal to cook 📘

I've had worse.... 📘

I don't want anyone to panic... 📘

[inkblackorchid]

Hit me with your favorite 5Ds headcanons 👀

Okay so I’ve used/alluded to some of these in my fics already, but that’s just because I love them that much (also it was really hard deciding which are my favourite headcanons):

Crow swears the most out of the boys, but has an almost supernatural ability to completely shut his swearing off the second children are around (unless he’s really flustered)

Though I’ve kinda hinted at something like it before, Jack isn’t actually the worst cook at the Poppo Time. Bruno is. Because Jack knows what good food is supposed to taste like (having been a star duellist for a while and all) and can reasonably guess how to approximate those flavours—he just doesn’t cook because he doesn’t have the patience to learn any technique whatsoever (or clean up after himself when he’s done). Meanwhile, Bruno just can’t cook. Straight up. It’s not a matter of wanting or not wanting to, if you try tasking this man with anything more difficult than preparing cup ramen he will burn something. Guaranteed.

Bruno and Yusei don’t have the same mechanical skillset. Bruno is almost 100% specialised only to runners, and at that, he’s slightly better than Yusei. But Yusei’s advantage is that he knows how to fix almost everything else (provided it’s mechanical and/or electronic), too.

All three of the Satellite boys actually know how to sew a bit. Martha taught them how to mend their own clothes. The quality of their seams varies (Crow’s are the neatest because he got a lot of practice from mending his kids’ stuff, too), but they all know how to sew tears shut and mend holes.

Aki isn’t as good a gardener as one would believe with her plant theme. She likes gardening a great deal, but doesn’t have a lot of experience outside of house plants. So she could decently keep a garden alive, but would never be able to maintain something like, say, a bonsai collection or a bed of prize roses, despite her love for the activity.

I’ve written a whole post about this already, but I still adore it, so: Satellite natives, post reunion with the city, are the bane of brand phone store workers’ existence. They want everything fixed, not replaced, and trying to explain to them why that would be too complicated (whether contrived or not) usually results in them not paying a single cent and going something like “oh, forget it, I’ll just give it to the neighbour’s boy, he’ll take care of this”. This includes Yusei, who usually just ends up fixing his own stuff, and especially Crow, who has already nearly gotten in a fistfight with some tech company’s store manager upon hearing the supposed price of a repair/replacement on more than one occasion before. (He obviously just ends up handing his stuff over to Yusei, too, in the end.)

Maybe my favourite headcanon: As TCG fans know, the manga versions of the signer dragons were printed as the duel dragons. In-universe, I imagine the duel dragons were also printed—as commercial, publicly available retrains of the signer dragons, who are supposed to be one of a kind in canon. (I also use this headcanon to justify why the signers have support cards tailored specifically to their dragons—they were printed to go with the duel dragons in-universe, but allow usage with the original signer dragons as well.)

Rua/Leo isn’t actually that bad at school. He’s just not very disciplined when it comes to studying because he’d rather keep polishing up his deck.

Ruka/Luna owns several duel monsters plushies. Her favourite is, of course, her Kuribon plushie.

Carly is really good at clocking people’s vibes and figuring out their character quickly. The caveat is that this only works when she meets them face to face.

[nekojaf]

Now it's your turn to tell some fun facts about your space characters ~ May you pls?

Absolutely! Sorry for the wait. Time for space characters part 2!

Beige, My anxious little lady

-Is one of the many workers who are put in charge of clearance work for hyperdrive travel. She was so lucky to end up with the flirt Eclipse. She is so positively overjoyed by that.

-She's rather tired of her current life but also fears changing anything. She definitely has commitment issues.

-Very very much a worry wart.

-She's obsessed with Lunar's coffees that he makes. (Eclipse is envious of that.)

-She knows Dawn's secret of being an idol. Well it's not actually much of a secret. She's surprised the others haven't noticed yet.

-She lives and works on a planet on sector 9-1A38B! Well... before things happened.

Dawn, squish queen

-Is the runaway idol from one of the most technologically advanced planets out there. Her manager is constantly looking for her so she now just hides on Lunar and Eclipse's ship and joins them for whatever random adventure they go on.

-Her saliva can melt stuff if it touches you for too long. It's a separate gland though so she can control it. Makes a good grease cleaner.

-Her antennas can smell things! She will smell anything or anyone new that she meets.

-Is obsessed with Eclipse's plushies that he makes. (Lunar is envious of that.)

-More stretchy and squishy then the regular joe.

-Loves her blueberry space man very much.

Ruby, my tired lil tom boy

-Lives on a a large spaceship with only her and her caretaker in the middle of practically nowhere.

-the only adventures she gets to go on is when those junkers take her on adventures to the nearby trash planets.

-Bloodmoon it's probably one of the strangest things that has happened to her yet. She wished that he would keep his clothes on.

-has in unnaturally large collection of Old world Earth media. Got it all from the trashlands. It serves as one of her few forms of entertainment in her boring large house.

-Enjoys very much just going out of the ship and watching the stars. It's relaxing. It's quiet. Was at least.

-She's apparently now Bloodmoon's emotional support human.

Cosmo, space au only :O

-A mechanic! She loves going to the dumps and finding things to help her make stuff or repair stuff.

-is utterly exhausted with Angel's programming to be helping constantly. He will not sit still long enough for her to fix him Because he believes he has to make the bed or do the laundry or whatever else you can think of.

-Is a little scared of Earth. Just a little. She's um....very protective of her 'children'.

-her boots can send out Force waves which allows her to travel faster around planets with lower gravity.

Caretaker, no that's not her actual name but we'll stick with it for now

-has been watching over Ruby for a long time.

-is quite good at judo if she does say so herself. She often teaches the young Miss.

-Bloodmoon and Ruby are a different level of complexity to moderate. Often does she turn around to him imposing on Ruby in.... inappropriate ways.

-She does not speak of her own wants and desires very often but she does have them.

I have more characters but um.... *Sweats in not being able to introduce them until I introduce them in my other story* ... eventually eventually. This is what happens when you make a world with your friend who knows all your secrets.

[cheruv-ii]

LuciBen/LoveBug HCs/Facts:Pt.3-Sillies

(Last part! This one won't be as lore based as the others and will mainly just be silly lil hcs/cute stuff-thank y'all for sticking around for my shenanigans 🙏)

-Ben's the lil spoon

-Ben isn't much of a hugger but he will always cling to Lucien when possible, whenever anyone questions him about it he just tells them Lucien's just "comfortable" to hold onto (not a lie tbh)

-Lucien has a service dog named Latte that absolutely adores Ben, like if she's "off work" then the second she senses Ben, she's BOOKING IT to him. S1 Ben would've been a little icked out (and scared) by a full-size Malamute coming at him, but Big Ben is always happy to give the big pup all his love

-Ben was nervous to come to Lucien's place at first since he lives on the sanctuary he works at, which means theres a lot more of a chance of running into dinos, but he does quickly learn the ones that he will run into are very chill and used to humans so now he can come over without being spooked

-Mia(Lucien's lil sister) is a mechanic and has done an ungodly amount of repairs on the Van, at this point, she's the only one Ben will let touch it

-Lucien and Ben share a pretty similar music taste, mostly because they're constantly introducing each other to new music, so long roadtrips are pretty chill when it comes to who gets the aux

-Whenever they go out and have to look at least somewhat put together, Lucien will put a tiny bit of eyeliner/mascara and lipgloss on Ben, at first Ben was iffy about it but he very quickly got used to it, and even carries around his own little pouch with chapstick, gloss, mascara and eyeliner in his dork pouch

-They absolutely do the little dorky couples' trends you'll see on tiktok (like the nail polish to match each other's eyes, those hug shirts where they paint each other's arms then hug, matching pjs, etc.)

-Neither will admit it, but they are hopeless romantics. Even small romantic gestures from the other will have them giggling n kicking their feet for days

-Lucien's main love language is acts of service, if Ben says he's been stressing about doing something Lucien will do it for him, if Lucien notices the trash/dishes are building up in Ben's dorm he'll take it out/do them for him. Sometimes, Ben won't notice until Lucien's already done it and left, but it always makes him smile.

-On the other hand, Ben's main love language is gift giving, little trinkets he finds that reminds him of Lucien, post it note doodles, plushies (Lucien adores plushies and will always love getting them), you name it. Lucien doesn't really buy many nice things for himself unless they're necessities, so it always feels nice to have someone that does love him enough to think he's worth the money/time spent on gifts.

-Ben does most of the cooking, Lucien knows how to cook but unless it's certain dishes or he's in a certain mood it just stresses him out, whereas Ben grew up cooking with his mom a lot since she was at work a lot and therefore dinner was most of the time they got to spend together, so he finds it actually helps with stress. The boot slop was a low point in his life that we do not talk about.

-Lucien will compliment Ben at whatever chance he can. His hair looks good that day? Compliment. He's cooking, and it smells good? Compliment. The sun hits him in a way that makes his eyes shine and his freckles pop? 100 compliments. Lucien just loves Ben and thinks he's perfect in everything he does, and he's going to let him know that. Ben always gets flustered no matter how many compliments he's gotten.

-If Ben has an essay or exam coming up, Lucien will always stop by to bring him food, make sure he's resting, etc.

-Ben is a notorious clothing thief, I feel like I've mentioned this before, but I am mentioning it again because of how much he does it, someone help Lucien he's running out of clothes.

-They'll spend hours cuddling and talking, nothing else, just taking in each other's presence. They've both "lost" each other at some point in their lives, so they know not to take these things for granted.

-They have inside jokes in ASL, the other camp fam know if they're signing at each other and trying to hide their giggles, then the joke is probably at their expense. Especially Kenji.

-Lucien gets "Love Zoomies" as Sammy calls it, where sometimes Ben will do something or just like- exist- that has Lucien doing laps in his head, stimming, just a huge burst of energy that usually contains him going on about how much he loves Ben while trying not to do a backflip

-Lucien looks like he'd be the scary dog but he is like- the biggest dork, literally and figuratively- especially when it comes to Ben, like I know I've stated it fifteen goddamn times but I genuinely do not think there are enough words for me to properly describe just how madly, insanely, hesd over heels in love with Ben Lucien is, like that is his soulmate, he would take the trauma of Jurassic World an infinite amount of times if it meant he got to love Ben every time.

-Ben has Lucien wrapped around his finger, if he wants something he doesn't even have to say it, Lucien knows and he's already doing it

-Lucien is a biker, and while Ben does very much find it hot, he is also terrified by the way that man drives. He will be a backpack if absolutely necessary, but he will nearly break Lucien's ribs every time with how hard he holds onto him

-Ben was never really a concert enjoyer, hurts his ears and theres just too many people, but after seeing how excited Lucien gets at concerts and how much fun he has, suddenly Ben is a huge concert person, as long as he's with Lucien.

-Lucien's favourite sound in the world is Ben's laugh, the way he squeaks at the end of it, or how if he's laughing hard enough he'll cover his mouth and just go silent, and you can only tell he's laughing because he's shaking and has tears in his eyes- it's just the greatest thing in the world to Lucien. There has been so many time Lucien has completely embarrassed himself, and if it was anyone else laughing he'd curl into a ball and die, but the fact that it was Ben laughing just made everything so worth it.

-Ben thinks Lucien somehow hates pteranodons more than he does, which is crazy, Lucien's whole shtick is that dinosaurs are just doing what they have to do to survive and they shouldn't be punished for it, but pteranodons are a completely different story, they are the wasps of the dino world, they are hell spawns and will be treated as such if they dare come near him. Man, wonder why he hates them sm 🤔

-Lucien is the type of bf to send Ben pictures/videos etc. Of two random things and just caption it "us"

[the-crystal-femmes]

thats awesome! I don't sew much, but one of my close friends irl does a lot of repairs so I hear a lot about it. He embroiders, too! So its become a hobby of mine via osmosis. I love to sew stuffed animals, though. I tend to use old clothing that I've worn out or ripped and cant donate or repair. I also crochet a TON! i like to make stuffed animals for that, as well :p I was making a gillman stuffed animal, but I recently left home for a few months and don't have my stuff with me </3

do you have any more physical/tangible/crafty hobbies like that? Personally, I don't have many outside of drawing and painting.

Crocheting sounds fun! I've never done that before but I want to someday.

I don't have any hobbies, really. My disabilities prevent me from doing a lot, although it's all more of a mental factor. I barely sew, so doing it yesterday was something I don't usually do. I wish I had more hobbies but oh well.. /lh, nav

If I could, I would love to make my own plushies! There's a lot of cute bat plushies out there and I wish I could make my own. I do have one I got from Etsy, she's a little Victorian cutie! I don't have a picture of her right now though, I need to brush her down, she's made of fleece so she gets covered in cat fur a lot. /lh

[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

La Squadra haunted doll au

A/N: Based on @twisted-n-thirsty au about TWST boys as haunted dolls. Hon, if your reading this I miss and love you.

Warnings: Non-con

You have a hobby of collecting and repairing dolls and plushies, it didn’t matter if it was old, new or creepy looking, you loved them all equally and unconditionally.

You were browsing an antique store in hopes to find new dolls to add to your collection. As you headed deeper in the shop, nine dolls were lining up the shelf. They were beaten up, no doubt handled to roughly.

You shook at carelessness of the children who owned them before and gently placed them in your arms and to the desk in front.

They were all suspiciously cheap, the shop keeper explained they were brought in my some man and demanded they take them from him, he even threaten the shop keeper.

He tried the sells the dolls but no one seemed to wanted them.

Taking pity on them, you bought all nine. Once home you got to work in fixing every single one of them.

Each design on them was so unique you couldn't understand why no one wanted them.

You happily gave them all a make over, nothing too much, just some cleaning and repairing their clothes, once done they look brand new.

Smiling at your work, you placed on the shelves in you bedroom, where all your best work are. Nodding in satisfaction, you went back to your work space in the next room to come up for more outfits for them and maybe some accessories.

Few hours later, you made about five different and accessories for each of them, including maid outfits both classic and French.

Checking the time, your eyes bulged out on seeing how late it is. Quickly wrapping up for the night, grabbing a quick meal from the kitchen and headed back upstairs.

One of the dolls were on the floor when you came back, frowning, you picked it up. Smoothening it's green hair and gently placing it back on the shelf.

"Be careful next time." You giggled and kissed its fore head.

The next day, you felt some stickiness on your cheek. You shrugged, probably drooled again.

However, coming downstairs the place felt…cleaner.

You checked the entire house, no one broke in, and if they did they stole nothing.

Chalk it up as paranoia, you decided to forget all that and dress up the nine dolls you bought in maid uniforms. The one with purple hair looked good in it.

Until the next day all the dolls except the purple haired one were out in their maid dresses, some were even torn.

Weeks past and the paranoia returned full force, each day you wake up to find the house clean which would have been fine in a messed up way, if it wasn’t the way all the dolls except the nine were on the floor and sometimes the items in the house felt used.

Perhaps the most frightening part how you felt tired almost every morning. Waking up became more of a hassle, like your energy was drained in your sleep. Sometimes dark marks littered around your neck and collarbone.

And this all happened when you bought those dolls.

Normally you think logically and think a skilled stalker would do this, but…

The dolls’ eyes on you were becoming more unnerving, sometimes you feel like they’re watching you.

With a heavy heart, you boxed them, and drove to the forest. You did not have the heart to destroy them.

However a sinking feeling was forming in your gut was you drove away. Like you could feel the ire through outside the box.

But that’s crazy, right?

You never been more wrong, cause right now you were being used in twenty different ways by nine men who looked like the dolls you left.

“Fucking Puttana! You think it was that easy to get rid of us!?” Ghiaccio, you soon learned they’re names, growled as he pounded into your hole.

You wanted to push him away but your hands were occupied by Formaggio and Iluso’s cocks. Beneath you, Melone muttered praises as he took you ass.

The rest of them were watching and waiting for they’re turn.

Sorbet and Gelato were watching with wild looks in they’re eyes, Prosciutto barked at Pesci to keep watching.

You accidentally made eye contact with Risotto, his stare chilled you to the core.

It’s been years since they meet someone they want. Not when they’re boss used black magic to turn them into dolls after a failed assassination attempt.

They were left in the antique shop for years, with little to no power left.

That is until you bought them.

They couldn’t understand why someone wanted something so banged up up such as them. But the way you touched them, how gentle you were in repairing them, even kissing their heads.

Perhaps, they should thank their old boss for such an opportunity.

That is until you decided to dump them in the forest.

It was hell in getting back, but it was enough time to think of ways to punish you.

Risotto moved from his spot and stood next to your bed. He gently lifted your chin to meet his eyes.

"You ours, our darling doll."

@industriallyinsecure

[m1d-45]

i am having SO MUCH FUN with my fishing i am planning to get every single ornamental meduka to display in my teapot bc again. they look more like betta fish than the actual "bettas" and i love bettas so fucking much there's no punchline here this is not a bit i just really like bettas and having fish in my teapot that look like them make me go :]

ANYWAYS you get me. you understand me. i wanted to put this in the original ask but just figured out how to word it now so picture this with me: before your killer gets isekai'd, but after you're returned to your world, you wake up after a nightmare and see the plushified face of your murderer - and well, your emotions are high... you couldn't do anything then and you still can't do anything to the one who killed you, but that plush is right there and completely defenseless... it's so easy to just grab its little fabric limbs and pull, pull, pull-

you realize what you're doing before you can tear the whole thing apart. you loved that stupid little thing, buying little clothes for it and taking it to nice places for little photoshoots, and now you're destroying it, killing it, for sharing a face with someone else. the rest of the night is spent crying and apologizing as you clumsily sew it back together.

idk if it's just me but i am horribly attached to all of my plushes and the idea of anything happening to them ESPECIALLY if it was my fault makes me feel incredibly upset so obviously i gotta do smth with that - teddy anon

(reader upon seeing the plush: rip kill tear main kill rip slaughter /ref (obscure, unimportant))

it’s ironic, how something that had once brought you so much comfort now just fills you with anger.

you loved them. you loved them. you’d done so much, prefarmed, you cooed and fawned over their character model, you’d spent maybe a bit too much on a plush of their likeness just because you adored them so much. you were so attached to it, attached to them, and what was your reward for your devotion again?

right. betrayal.

you grabbed the plushie before you could think, digging your fingers into the seams. tears blurred your vision, emotions swirling out of control.

you loved them. you loved them. why did this hurt? why did they hurt you? what did you do? how was this fair? why?

you get embarrassingly far into ripping it to shreds before your hands ache and you’re brought out of your mind, the sight of stuffing and torn fabric in your hands making you cry more.

this wasn’t fair. this wasn’t fair. you loved them, you adored them, and now you were hurting this poor plushie for a crime they committed? oh no, no you’re sorry, you’re sorry…

you wipe at your tears, trying to remember where you’d stashed your sewing kit. you’d bought one with the plushie so you could repair it, but it’s been so long since you’ve been in your own house that it takes far too long to find it. the sight of your torn beloved makes your heart burn, but you push through it.

they didn’t deserve this. you shouldn’t have taken out your anger like this. no, that wasn’t right…

it takes most of the night, but by morning your plush is all back together. the seams are a different color, more visible, and the stuffing a bit more lumpy than before, but… you did your best.

clutching the plushie of the one that killed you, you cry.

[aaronymous999]

Oh my god time to do this. The tough one is deciding what OC to do this with but you all know I’m choosing Aaron because he’s also sorta my sona?

1. Aaron has a whole stuffed animal collection, although he only sleeps with a few of them because well. They’d overflow the bed and some of their fabrics are uncomfortable to sleep with so he only sleeps with the fluffy or pillow like ones he owns. Although it’s on the nose his main pillow plush is bootleg Spider-Man merch he found someone made, just a round blob with Spider-Man features. Aaron bought it and it’s now SO FLAT. Because he sleeps on it every night. He also sleeps with his baby plushie, he’s had it since he was 5 years old and it was made by his brother Mark in an Elementary School class. It’s ugly, lopsided, strangely big for what it is, and its been through the wringer and is covered in patches and visible stitches used to repair it over the years. The plushie itself is some sort of mix between a cat and a dog, although Mark intended it to be like their childhood dog who passed before Aaron could remember, it ended up as a weird just. Animal creature. Aaron cuddles it every night, and after the end of the first arc started carrying it around with him everywhere…

2. Aaron can at bare minimum take care of cacti and succulents, plants that he can leave on his window sill and water once a month. Aaron would not at all be able to take care of high maintenance pets, or very expensive creatures, like seahorses or fancy fish tanks. But he’s totally able to handle playing with the family cat, and filling her food bowl. And occasionally spending too much money on stupid gifts for her. But he could not handle remembering to buy food and scheduling vet visits, which is why his parents do most of that. And lastly a child… while he’d be a “fun dad” he wouldn’t be a good one and he’s self aware of that. His forgetfulness and his secret identity would make it impossible. And he couldn’t live with himself neglecting a child like his parents do :(

3. “Love interest..? I like, um. A girl with eyes, maybe- a nose or something. Clothes wearing. Someone more like a friend than a girlfriend… haha…” *Trying to stay in the aromantic closet so bad*

4. Yup! It’s the only color besides black and white on his suit. Casually he’s usually wearing green but he appreciates a red flannel every once in a while! Which looks pretty nice because he has red undertones for his skin.

5. Aaron gives impulsive speeches as Spider-Man like. A lot. When he’s coming off of adrenaline from a fight he’s actually very good at it, but when caught off guard he tries not to make speeches because he’s awful at it. The only other types of speeches he generally makes is for school. Which he’s pretty average, yet stiff at.

6. No matter what Aaron will always take advice from fellow older heroes he looks up to. Also Mary Jane Watson just because she just has good takes on things. Generally Peter has pretty good advice as well but generally Peter gives Aaron fighting advice and Aaron gives Peter life advice. On the other hand, although Aaron respects Cindy Moon, they are very completely different people. Cindy has a more vengeful mindset, although she’s not entirely stoic and mean all the time, she’s not exactly the forgiving jokester that Aaron is. Aaron generally also doesn’t take advice from villains who aren’t reformed because, y’know. Norman Osborn isn’t known for being trustworthy. Also heroes he doesn’t respect. Common Tony Stark L, weird queer kid from the Twin Cities WILL NOT listen to you Ironman you freak!!!

7. Silly gentle giant. “Weird Spider Freak.”

8. Although Aaron is my sona he is not like me in this way. I don’t like super complex puzzles but I like working my brain occasionally. On the other hand Aaron fucking hates all puzzles. Chess? His brain hurts. Sudoku? HOWW!!! Rubix Cube? Witchcraft. It hurts his brain and it does not mesh well with his autism. He’s much more of an english, history, creative wired person than a math and science and puzzles

9. Sometimes? Mainly plants or sentimental objects. But things like random lamps, not really. But if he accidentally rips the plushie Mark gave him he’ll apologize to it while he’s sewing it back together.

10. Aaron desperately wants to return to middle school. Weird I know… but he wishes he could be friends with Harry again, and be getting closer with Peter. He wasn’t the happiest in his transition at the time but his friends and supportive family made it fine. Especially if he could go back with all his memories and knowledge. He doesn’t see Spidey as much of a burden either so going forward in time wouldnt be that bad either? But he would prefer to be friends with Harry again.

11. Aaron would freak out and ask Peter what to do. Peter would probably make a whole budgeting plan which would end up with Aaron changing his identity cutting ties with everyone and putting most of it into savings and living humbly. Aaron would be confused, and just end up saving most of it besides upgrading his suit.

12. Aaron doesn’t really like romance. ( unlike me despite us both being aro ) Although he would describe himself as romance indifferent honestly it fluctuates between that and romance repulsed. Sometimes he’ll drop things if the romance is too much of a main plot.

Will come back with more after dinner-

oc asks that reveal more than you think

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Ask them to describe their love interest.

Do they look good in red?

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

What age do they most want to be right now?

They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

Name one thing their parents taught them.

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?

Do they like children?

Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?

What do they like that nobody else does?

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

Stability or novelty?

Honesty or charity?

Safety or possibility?

Talent or effort?

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

Would they date a fixer-upper?

What recurring dreams do they have?

What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

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[avaelangel]

Thoughts on Laura & Max.

Hiya, cubs!

Important disclaimer: you may think what you think. If you don't like this couple, you have a right to it. It just my thoughts and I need to spill 'em.

So, I think Laura & Max are a pretty good match.

You definitely can catch the vibe of ''over-ambitious girlfriend dragging her doofus boyfriend along'', but in my opinion, it's very surface-level.

Let's talk about Max, since we saw less of him.

The website and fan-wiki describe him as lacking ambition, airhead, class-clown, but also friendly and loyal. I really do think he would be more content working or having his own repair-shop or something near Laura's college and it doesn't make him any less of a great guy. He clearly loves Laura and believes in her.

And let's be clear, he's so dorky. Him trying to scare Travis when sheriff's the one in the cell? So stupid. But he's okay wearing Laura's clothes and i take it as him being completely okay with his sexuality. That means we get another Ryan\Dylan stan, folks. He's not a full golden retriever, he get's annoyed with Laura, but still, doesn't like fighting. He also keeps his emotions and failures deep down, untill he forgets about them, maybe or they just come out. I think he hid the rejection letter because he's afraid to loose Laura.

There is also his quickness to give up. He does try to lighten up the situation first, but he does come to a conclusion that they gonna be stuck in the jail forever. Prone to depression? Maybe, he's not so upset about grad school itself, because college took a huge toll on him.

Let's speculate on the past a bit. They kind of seem like if they were together at school, Max would be bullied and some point Laura would fend off his or their bullies. Laura is not only hardheaded, she generally seems meaner than Max. Sister of multiple brothers\daughter of a strict\toxic parents and an only child of an over-bearing mother?

She cuts him off and corrects him during Chapter 7. But I feel like he have done it too, but in a different sence. Maybe, when she's being too mean in a group setting? Over selling a crude joke to its fullest extent? Play-fighting too hard? She does go full monster-hunter in two months, because she's so fed up with everything and just wants to help her boyfriend. She must know how to shoot and there's nothing wrong in winning plushies for your boyfriend.

They are very comfortable with each other. I don't really think that they were each other's firsts, but it does seem that they've been together for at least like a couple of years. College sweethearts? You can't deny that Max's rejection letter is from a graduate program. Laura, in my opinion, must be a biology major or something, and she would go to a vet school. She very much can be CPR-certified or something like that. Also, don't qoute me on that, not American. Maybe, they both didn't find the college scene amusing and just vibed together. It's sounds super nice, actualy.

I'm gonna go as far as saying that their families might not understand them to the extent they need. So, they just exept each other as much as possible and love each other very much. There might be a way to reunite them, when they both have blood on their hands. Story-wise, it's great both ways. Either way, they are tied together, issues or not. So. Much. Potential.

Considering everything, especially their (alleged) age being in early 20s, Laura and Max would be the most functional couple at camp. Max for sure would get along with everyone, when Laura might spook people like Abi, Nick or Jacob a bit. Kaitlyn or Ryan would take to her attitude a bit better, I think. We might not even have Jacob\Emma drama in the world where Laura & Max reached the camp in time. And just imagine kids crushing on them both, that would be so funny. Ten year olds trying to challenge Max for Laura? Or girls saying that Laura is too old for Max? I kinda hate kids while thinking about it, but it would make for a funny story.

In conclusion, they just seems as nice couple that doesn't really need to be broken up. So much was left to the fandom's imagination, everything can happen, but still. As Siobhan said in an interview, their backstory isn't set in stone. Do what you will!

I also might be a tad obsessive or...a good writer? I don't know. I just need to rid myself of a lot of Quarry speculation, but I someone enjoys reading my weird shi..stuff.

[stillwinchester]

Destiel AU - toddler!jack, mechanic!dean

“Good morning, sir!”

Dean looked up from his newspaper straight at the kid with a teddy bear. He had no idea where it came from. He was just sipping his coffee and reading the news, when some stranger toddler appeared on the seat in front of him.

“Umm, mornin'?” he greeted him, still confused.

“I have a birthday today,” said kid and grinned. Dean looked around, but nobody seemed to bother with his situation.

“Congratulations, but you shouldn't be alone here. Where's your mom?”

“In Heaven. She's watching over me, like an angel,” kid explained, and after that kicked him accidentally under the table. Dean dusted his knee off.

“And what about your dad?”

“There!” he pointed to the counter, where was standing a dark hair man in the trench coat. “He's buying birthday's milkshakes. Strawberry!”

“Yeah?” Dean relaxed a little bit, good that kid wasn't alone here. “And how old are you?”

“Four! It's more than three,” he said cheerfully. “Look, I have The Marvelous Marvin. He can talk!”

Kid showed him a teddy bear and pressed his belly. A plushie toy said: 'Hello!', his father turned around immediately and came quickly to Dean's table. He picked the kid up and spoke to him:

“Jack, I told you, don't harass people.” And then to Dean: “My apologies.”

“Nothing happened... He's a great kiddo.”

The man tried to smile, but he was too much embarrassed, so it lookes more like a grimace. Jack, on the other hand, seemed not to care about anything, playing with his teddy bear.

Dean pulled something out from his pocket and asked: “Hey, Jack, do you like stickers?”

“Yeah!”

“So, I have something for you. Happy birthday, buddy!”

It was a commercial sticker with a big text "Singer Auto Repair Shop", but there was also a picture of Chevy Impala which was what Jack noticed first.

“A car!” exclaimed Jack, putting a sticker on his teddy bear at once.

“Jack, what do you say?” reminded him his father.

“Thank you, sir!”

“You're welcome!”

The man put Jack on the seat at the next table and went back to Dean.

“I'm sorry once again, he's a little too much excited,” he excused for his son.

“Sure, nothing happened.” Dean shrugged. “I'm Dean, by the way.”

“Castiel.” They shook their hands, and Dean smiled at him.

“It's nice to meet you.”

“You too.” Cas smiled back. “I'm not gonna take more of your time. Have a nice day.”

Cas sat across of his son. The waitress had brought their milkshakes already. The kid started drinking, but a few seconds later he was talking again.

“Dad, can I try yours?”

Dean heared a chuckle, he looked at Cas and caught how he was rolling his eyes.

“They're the same, Jack.”

“Please... I have a birthday,” begged the kid with a sweet voice.

“All right.” Cas gasped, but changed their milkshakes.

“Yours is better,” admitted Jack, and Cas laughed once again.

Dean finished his coffee and walked away a few minutes later, one more time looking at them. The family picture, a lovely and cute view...

*

Cas knew shit about cars, but he was certainly sure his truck shouldn't make so weird noises.

“Crap,” he murmured. Did he say it loud? Crap! He turned to the back seats where Jack was sitting in the child chair. “You didn't hear anything, Jack.”

“That's not true! You said: crap!” said excited Jack. “Crap, crap! Crap, crap!”

Great! Now his kid expanded his vocabulary.

“I think grocery needs to wait. Somebody needs to check our car.”

“Maybe Marvin? He's a mechanic. He has a badge.” Jack pointed at the sticker on his teddy bear.

“Oh, honeybee, I think we need the other specialist, but thank Marvin for his service.”

Cas pulled out the phone to find some Auto Repair Shop on the internet when he realized that actually Marvin could help. He gave a quick look at the sticker and read an address.

*

“I have no idea how to fix a car. Sometimes I even forget to refuel it,” explained Cas to the old man with a baseball cap. He had found out earlier it’s Bobby Singer, owner of this Auto Shop. For a moment, he felt disappointment because deeply in his heart he had hoped he was going to see Dean from the milk bar again.

“I’ll call my best mechanic. We can handle it,” Bobby assured him, and after that he turned around and yelled: “Dean, we have a client, can you come here?”

Dean got out from under one of the cars. He was wearing work clothes, and his face was dirty from grease, but Cas recognized him at once. Jack, who was standing next to him, was too busy with his teddy bear to notice him.

“Oh, Cas. Hi,” said Dean, frowning with confusion. Probably he didn’t expect to see him again.

“Hello, Dean.”

“And how are you, Jack?” he asked a toddler.

“Good! Marvin took us here!”

“Yeah, so let’s see what’s wrong with a car.”

Dean opened the hood and checked the car. It didn’t take him a lot of time before he found cause of trouble.

“It's the engine...” explained Dean.

“Crap!” said Jack, and Dean looked at him surprised.

“Whoa, isn't it a big word for so little guy?”

“I'm big now! And dad taught me that!”

Cas’ cheeks turned red at once, and he mumbled: “No, I... I didn't.”

“You did, daddy. Don't you remember? Truck was broken.”

Dean chuckled, but he was not going to torture him any longer.

“Okay, I need at least half an hour. You can wait there if you want.” He pointed to a bench near a big tree.

“All right, thank you.”

Dean started working, but his eyes were heading to Cas and Jack all the time. He saw how they were talking and playing with a teddy bear, laughing all the time. They looked so happy, and Dean found himself jealous of what they had.

When he finished, he called them and Bobby. Cas paid for the repair and thanked him for help. They didn't go at once, so Dean used an opportunity to talk with him a little longer.

“He's similar to you, like Mini-Cas,” said Dean, and Cas smiled with proud.

“Actually, he's not my biological son... His mother was my very good friend, but she died in childbirth, so I took care of him,” he explained.

“What about his biological father?”

“It's my brother, but I don't know where he is. He ran away when he found out Kelly was pregnant.”

“This one,” started Bobby and patted Dean on the arm. “I kinda adopted him and his brother. And they're good men. I think I did no bad job raising them.”

“Yeah, you were always a better father to me than John.”

Bobby squeezed Dean’s shoulder, and walked away to talk with Jack. Cas looked at his son with love in his eyes.

“It must be hard, huh? Be a lonely father with a toddler?”

“Sometimes. But I've never regretted this. He's my whole life.”

After a long minute of silence, Dean decided to go one step further. He scratched a back of his neck and cleared the throat.

“Listen, Cas, I'll give you my private number...” he started, but then added quickly: “You know if something would be wrong with a car, just call me.”

Shit! It wasn't supposed to look like this... He chickened out.

“Umm, thank you,” said Cas, putting the card with his number in his coat's pocket. “Dean, one more.”

“Yeah?”

“Would it be okay if I call you on another matter?”

“Which means?”

“If I want to, for example, invite you for a milkshake?”

Dean's face brightened with a smile. So, it wasn't like he was the only one who was interested.

“Yeah... it would be okay, Cas.”

“So, I think I'll call you.”

“I will be waiting.”

Cas gave him a huge smile one more time before he went to Jack.

“Jack, we need to come home. Let's go!” He took him on his arms.

“Okay, daddy!” Jack raised his hand and waved with it. “Bye, bye, Dean!”

“See you later, buddy! Oh, and I have another sticker for you,” said Dean.

“It's like a doctor, but without needles.”

“Yeah, I'm a car doctor.”

“Cool!”

They drove away, this time without a noisy engine, and Cas thought it's a very good day.

*

Cas put Jack to bed, read him the bedtime stories and kissed his forehead. He turned the light off, but stayed there a few minutes more, just to look at his sleeping kid.

Yes, like he said before, being a single father wasn't always easy, but he would never change his life. At least not in this area. Because, of course, he would like to find somebody who could love Jack like their own son, and somebody who could love him...

Sometimes, especially in the nights like this, he felt lonely, it wasn't like he has a lot of time to meet new people, not to mention dates. That's why he went to the kitchen to make a call.

“Yeah?” asked Dean, and Cas couldn't help smile, hearing his voice.

“Hello, Dean. It's Cas. I hope I don't call too late.”

Answer came almost immediately.

“No. It's never too late.”

Part 2

[a-vamp-and-a-half]

Shooing him back towards the border, Bruno reaches down to pick up the plushie with a huff, standing back up to look at it

It was an old plushie, yet throughly, throughly loved, it’s many tears and rips long since repaired over and over again, worn fabric replaced by patches of other fun textures

One wing seemed lighter than the other, a different color, but it was hard to see with the dirt and mud nearly unifying the color to one

There was also a tear at the bottom, a tiny bit of fabric missing

“Oh dear, this has certainly seen beter days” he says softly, holding the plushie in hand

He looks up, walking closer to the border so Actor could hold it “Must have unfortunately been through the elements for a bit”

"I'm going to wash and repair it." Actor accepts the plushie, patting it off a bit. "I always did my own laundry to ensure my clothing was taking care of exactly as needed, so I can translate that to plushie care, I think. Give Beeka a friend."

[bravoman]

-Yeets a whole ass Mimikyu at Anti-

Now, normally things didn't just go falling out of trees, unless they were sticks, leaves, or a particularly clumsy cat.

Or Anti. Anti's fallen out of a tree at least twice.

But what came tumbling down atop his noggin was no stick leaf, or even a cat. The tiny antihero yelped and lifted his arms, at the same time that the thing rolled down his front and came to a stop nestled safely in his grasp.

Blinking in surprise, he looked down and realized that he was holding... a teddy bear? Oh! But not just any old teddy... it was a Pikachu plushie! One that had seen better days, if he was being honest. For some reason, it had no arms or legs whatsoever--huh, or even any holes or stitches where they would have been. And was the face... doodled on?

"Where did you come from," he mumbled idly to himself as he looked the mysterious doll over. He did not expect it to shiver and whine in response.

"Kyuuuuu..."

"Oh my gosh," he cried in alarm. Finally, he noticed that there were a pair of eye holes on the doll's belly, and the eyes that looked up at him were brimming with tears. "I'm sorry, I didn't even notice... are you okay..?"

"Chaaaaa~!"

A new voice reached his ears. Taking a peek around the tree, Anti realized that there was a real Pikachu only a few short feet away. The Pikachu and its owner seemed to have gotten some attention from a few other passerby, who were all cooing and aww-ing at the yellow rodent cradled in the young woman's arms.

"So adorable!"

"I've always wanted one of my own!"

"You're sooo lucky..."

The little bundle of cloth in Anti's arms shivered and let out a mournful cry. Looking down, he saw that a pair of shadowy black claws had slithered out from underneath the plush body to cover the creature's eyes. As frightening as the sight of the claws probably should have been, Anti felt his heart break.

"... hey. It's okay," he murmured as he cradled the Pokemon in his left arm and lifted his right hand to stroke the plush's belly, where he assumed the critter's actual head was. "Are you upset because of all the attention that other guy is getting? I know how you feel..."

The Pokemon lowered its claws slightly to look up at him with a sniffle. "M... Mimi..?"

He nodded in response. "Yeah... ever since the day I was born, I've lived in the shadow of some lousy goofball who hogs all the attention for himself. He barely even has to do anything to get people to love him. But no matter how hard I try, it's like nobody ever notices all the things I do!" He sighed and shook his head. "It stinks. It's really not fair at all."

The Pokemon's eyes grew wide as it listened to him speak. "Mi kyu..?"

Anti was quiet as he thought some things over. Then, with a gentle smile, he turned away from the Pikachu and its flock of fans. "You know what? Forget about him. You are, like... so much cooler than he is. Did you make your costume all by yourself? It's so cool! I have a sewing kit back at home that I use to repair my teddy, but I've always wanted to learn how to make whole new things all by myself," he praised as he began to walk.

By now, the Pokemon's eyes were wide and practically sparkling. "M-Mi! Mi kyu mimi! Mimikyu mi kyumi!"

"That's amazing," he gushed with a bright smile. "You've already got more experience than I do... do you think you could teach me?"

"Mi mi mi," it joyfully exclaimed as it raised its claws high into the air.

Anti giggled in response and happily chatted away with the little Pokemon. He wasn't expecting to make a new pal today, but he was pretty sure he'd just made a friend for life.

Gotcha! Mimikyu was caught!

1/6

[feastofcadavers]

Surrounded in the overcoat that Aloe had given him, Mint's trembling hadn't subsided. Even as he was gently guided into the room Sandwich had told them to go into... The fear that the scene had instilled in him shook the poor violinist to his core. So much red... He felt the need to wretch even as the atmosphere became clean. Homely, even. Moving without seeing, lost in his terror-fueled haze, he was gently nudged into a chair and sat at a small table with Aloe kept behind him. Though he wasn't paying attention, he could feel the presence of the other behind him.

"I am sure you are startled, but..." Aloe settled a hand upon Mint's shoulder, attempting to find the right words. The musician laid his head against it, shivering against how cold it was compared to the heat of his panic. It was almost grounding in how much of a difference it was to his system... Almost. "Know this state you are in is not permanent, at least... The fear, that is." Ugh, the researcher wasn't meant for this type of comforting- or any kind for that matter. Though, if they were to think of what Co would do...

Should they? It could be invasive, cause something worse to occur, even spur on thoughts of the past they weren't entirely to trace back to. Then again, it was either this or have Mint get to the point of passing out or having his instincts go wild like them... And the very thought of Mint losing himself got the scientist to huff and close their compound eyes as they gently, and hesitantly, hugged the one that was so utterly shaken.

For the one who received it, the hug was... Something that he couldn't exactly register all too well. Despite how cold the taller happened to be, there was some quality that brought comfort that he hadn't felt in so, so long... Was it a touch that was meant to be something comforting? Secure? Safe? He didn't quite feel safe, but at least it was better than being left with nothing but himself and this coat to cling onto. "No harm will come to us here... So long as we remain calm..." The researcher murmured, voice just above a whisper. A moment, two, three passed before Aloe would remove themself from the other.

There was mainly silence that came over the room, save for Aloe's steps to sit across the quaint wooden table that the two would share. It seemed to be meant for two, as big as the room was. It was almost surreal... Such a warm place behind a gruesome coating of what was the cannibalistic nature the shop owner had. Having a moment of relative calm after such sudden and high amounts of panic were sure to leave some type of daze in the atmosphere...

...one that wouldn't be noted by the slamming open of the door and who else but Sandwich bursting through with her stacked plates of plate, sandwich, plate, sandwich, and Spinny upon her shoulder! Despite how solemn the both of them seemed- including the fear that Mint had due to the door opening so suddenly- Sammy grinned as she swiftly set the sandwiches down before the both of them. To the untrained eye, these sandwiches would look akin to normal meat and cheese sandwiches. Neither would dare ask where the cheese came from for this case.

Mint would silently pick up his sandwich, gaze settling on the white plate beneath it as he would eat the awful substance. His stomach growled quietly with his first bite as if it was reminded of what is required. He was oblivious to his own body's reactions at this point, mind staring sightlessly at the plate that showed his reflection. It was so similar to what it used to be, but the bags under his eyes were more than prominent. Huh... And here he thought he had gotten a good night's sleep. Oh well. At least he can eat in thoughtlessness.

"I certainly hope you two enjoy your meals! If you need, I can get some water for the both of you, too!" Sandwich's whole body tilted to the side as if she was curious about the response she would receive. Though Mint was lost in his head, Aloe quietly nodded as they took their food in one hand. As prim and proper as they are, their eating habits were... Less than that. At least they wouldn't speak with their mouth full. "That would be appreciated. Though before you do so-" Ah, they had caught the slicer before she went out the door. Too eager to serve, wasn't she? "I... I have a few questions about you and that doll of yours..."

"Doll? This is no plushie or anything of the sort! This is Spinny!"

"Right... I have a question about Spinny."

"Go on, then! Anything for a dear cursed customer!"

There was a gentle huff as Aloe would contemplate how to phrase such a question without offending the other party. She seemed in such denial that someone dear to her was gone. Though they couldn't help but admit that in the same situation, they wouldn't consider that someone to be 'gone', either. "So, I assume that something horrid had happened to Spinny, yes? Did it happen to be fatal?"

Sandwich's face twisted into something that had never been seen from her before. Was it disgust? Fear? Something along those lines... But it was quickly shrugged off for that ever-chipper smile and voice pitched for joyousness. "Well, kind of! She was a tasty snack that I was planning on planting for the sake of, ahaha, getting away with things! But this lovely lady offered to help me out of my despair! And repair Spinny into something she could live through again! And all it took was a small part of her and some sweet memories! Truffle is such a sweet lady, I tell ya!" That... most certainly caught the many-eyed scientist's attention. "And she was brought back to life? In this new d-... In this new, cloth-covered form?"

"Mhm!! Spinny is practically as good as new!" The server gently picked up the doll from her shoulder, holding her out in front of Aloe. They could see the little thing squirm, which was followed by Sammy laughing giddily and bringing her back to the shoulder of comfort. "She's super shy, but when alone with me, she acts just as she did before she became a little wacky snacky!" The prospect gave Aloe a glimmer of hope, eyes widening for a moment before they realized that there was likely more than meets the eye. Let the excitement die down before letting disappointment and despair consume them again... Though perhaps there could be some consideration, right?

Aloe let themself take a bite of their sandwich, body feeling a wave of relief over finally being fed properly, before swallowing and following up on the conversation. "So, if you happened to have such an encounter, would you happen to know her location?"

"Oh, of course! In fact, I visit her often! If you'd like to see her, you can even do something for me in exchange!"

"That seems entirely fair... What would that happen to entail, though? I would never accept a deal without knowing both ends of the offer." ...or if they happened to be in a state of desperation, accompanied by a 'this is the only way' mentality. They were lucky not to have such at this very moment, and that the deal would be as calm as it is. "All I ask is that you deliver something for me! I run a special sandwich over to her every other day or so as thanks, so! When you two head out, I'll give you instructions on some slip and a bag full of sandwiches for her!"

"Just a delivery, hmm? Understood. We will accept your offer... It is not as if we have any other means to spend the rest of our time today... Ah, what was the woman's name again?"

"Truffle! The widow! Though- ahaha- don't call her a widow directly unless you call her a spider! She loves those!"

"How fitting for someone sympathetic of us..." Spiders and mosquitos... The relationship between the two of them was glossed over by the researcher as their mind wandered to something far more hopeful. Obliviously faithful, one could say. Such as one could be for someone near and dear... Such as they would be for them... "I accept your offer. Now, ah, you are free to grab us water. Pardon for holding you up."

"No biggie, no biggie! Just enjoy your sammies!! I will be back! Incredibly soon! Faster than juice through a kid's silly straw!!"