#i love to add hands to drawings that don’t need hands like a freak

[autiomaaheart]

chu

[astraystayyh]

sounds of hyunjin.

in which hyunjin comes home to you after a long day. very fluffy and soft (everyone pls act surprised) and how i missed writing for hyune;;; (blue silk shirt hyunjin makes a fleeting appearance i couldnt help myself)

this is dedicated to @hyunverse because she matches my hyunjin freak! and GO WISH HER A HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love you angel :p

It’s a few minutes past midnight when Hyunjin finally returns home to you. For the past two hours, you’ve been in bed, your head buried in your book of the month. But as you hear the distinctive jingle of Hyunjin’s keys, the words on the pages blur and fade. Your heart forgets the names of the characters you’ve been reading about, leaving only two syllables lingering at the edge of your thoughts—Hyunjin.

“Angel,” he whispers as soon as his eyes land on you, his voice barely audible. There’s a palpable relief in his tone, one you recognize instantly. Perhaps you have memorized the different shades of his voice more intimately than your own.

“My love,” you reply, and you know he catches the possessiveness in this specific nickname. Outside, he’s everyone’s to admire and adore, but here, in the sanctuary of your bedroom, he’s only yours—to gaze upon, to hold and to love.

He doesn’t leave you time to fully admire his silky blue shirt and how it contrasts perfectly against his honey-dipped skin. Instead, he’s quick to lay beside you, his head nestled in the crook of your neck, his ponytail tickling your bare skin. He smells of roses and faint, familiar hints of your shampoo.

“I missed you,” he mumbles, his breath rippling across your skin like stones skipping on a river. You tighten your hold on his body, closer, not close enough. Never close enough.

“I missed you more,” you say, and a sigh long caged in your heart finally escapes at his proximity. Hyunjin’s absence always feels like a heavyweight atop your soul, bricks upon bricks that he can dispel with just one sight of his star-laden eyes.

“How was your day?” he asks, his chin settling on your chest. You smile softly, gently unraveling his ponytail as you reply, “It was nice. I finally had time to read my book. What about you?”

“It was good,” he grins, his smile widening as he adds, “It’s better now that I’m here with you.” His familiar crescent eyes unfurl like full blooms— it’s been three years and yet the sight of his smile still makes you blush like a crimson sunset. 

You remain quiet, your fingers gently massaging his scalp, trailing up and down the nape of his neck. He relaxes fully in your hold, eyes closed, cheek pressed against your stomach. A lump forms in your throat at how safe he seems in your embrace, how he so willingly hands you the reins of his being.

“Baby,” you giggle faintly, “you need to get changed or you’ll end up falling asleep.”

“I don’t want to,” he shakes his head, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I feel good here.”

“You’ll feel better after a shower.”

“Only if you’re showering with me,” he grins mischievously, and you giggle, playfully bopping his nose.

“I already showered. Just go, I’ll wait for you.”

Hyunjin nods, lifting himself from above you, yet his hands linger on either side of your body, hovering like a gentle shield. “I missed you,” he whispers before his lips press softly against yours. They don’t move right away; they simply rest there, savoring the taste of one another and the sweetness that his presence infuses every instant.

Your hand finds his jaw, drawing him closer. “Missed you,” you murmur against his lips, and he smiles, pulling away slightly, his nose grazing gently against yours.

A quiet fifteen minutes unfold as you remain curled in bed, eyes closed, absorbing the sounds of Hyunjin— the water running quietly in the shower, his gentle whistling weaving through the melodies in his mind, his quiet yelp as what you assume is your shampoo falling on his feet. You trace his movements through the dim light as he emerges from the shower, a towel draped around his waist, droplets of water cascading down his v-line in a dance you’ve long memorized.

There is something profoundly intimate that curls and tightens within your heart as you simply watch him follow his nightly routine— as he applies lotion to his face, followed by his (your) favorite essence, as his fingers glide gently through his hair before he layers his black strands with his serum.

You’ve missed the serenity of witnessing Hyunjin in these moments, in his most unguarded, ordinary form, donning checkered beige pajamas that match with your own.

As soon as he’s done, he’s quick to climb into the bed, immediately bringing your body to his. There are many words lodged within your throat as you feel his heartbeat resonate within your soul— how existing with him is the joy of your life, how your house only comes alive when he’s in it.

He seems to sense your unspoken confessions as he leans back, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I feel as though a piece of my soul was written in the lines of your being,” he whispers, and your breath falters in your throat. “When I’m away, I can always feel something missing, my heart pulsating with a void.” 

His thumb glides softly over your cheekbones before his warm palm cradles your face. “But when you are near, every thought in my mind quiets down. It’s like my heart recognizes you, knows you, has learned you.” 

His voice is tender, flowing like honey into your ears, wrapping you in the soothing warmth of green tea late into the night. You find peace in your love for Hyunjin, you feel safe inscribing your heart with his name. 

“I love you,” you murmur, before pressing your lips to his once more. Your mouth parts only to meet again, too eager to reunite like long-lost lovers, to taste his love for you once more. 

It’s only a few minutes past five a.m. when you both finally fall asleep.

…

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[dottowos]

desiderium.

synopsis: Omega desires you in ways he cannot have you, so he has to make do with what he’s given.

includes: dottore (omega) w/ fem! reader

notes: Omega touches himself while fantasizing about you - so none of this actually happens, he just really wishes it would. Established relationship, oral (reader receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, lots of teasing, posessiveness, he makes you beg and cry, he's a lil freak tbh, reader uses no pronouns, mdni (tell me if I should add anything.)

It wasn’t really a secret that you were the object of the Second Harbinger’s affections. Frequently it would be witnessed by shocked agents the depth of attention you were given by not only the Doctor himself, but also his segments. Hell, you were the only one who could ever interrupt their experiments!

If you asked the Omega segment, there were numerous reasons he could list as to why he found you so endearing. First, your mind was ever so interesting. He loved to pick at it, discover new ways to make you tick or blush. Not to mention how he loved to do research with you. Your perspectives could be quite helpful, especially when compared to the agents who feared opening their mouths.

Moving on, he loved your expressions too. When your eyes crinkled gently, full of love, and when a great smile stretched across your face. Or when you were pouty and ignoring him because he didn’t give you enough attention, though he always knew how to get back on your good side. And your voice, it was refreshing to hear after ungodly hours spent in a lab.

And you - you in general, you were attractive. He had only seen you nude a few times, but he had every spot and curve of your perfect body mapped out and memorized in his mind. Sadly, it was more of a see, don’t touch situation.

It was evident only Prime Dottore had that opportunity. 

Your… nightly activities with Dottore were rather obvious to the other segments. There weren’t many explanations for why you would walk around the lab the next day a bit sore with numerous marks around your neck, despite your attempts to cover it up. Prime didn’t need to say anything - his message was clear.

Still, that didn’t stop Omega from desiring you. This was one such moment he found himself fantasizing about you. He had been working continuously for a long time and hadn’t seen you much, so this was a much-needed moment of respite. He sighed as he leaned back in his chair and began to palm himself. 

Omega knew you’d feel just as good as you looked - his hands twitched, trying to imagine your skin against his, and so did his cock. He made quick work of his zipper as he imagined how you’d look under him, a common scenario.

He had always wondered how you’d act. There were so many possibilities he could think of, all of which sent a thrill throughout his body. Knowing you, you’d probably be shy about it. 

“Omega,” you whined, as your hands half-heartedly tried to stop him from undressing you, embarrassed by his forwardness. For some reason, you didn’t think he’d want you in this way too. “A-Are you sure?”

“Positive,” he purred, intent on seeing you laid bare and all needy for him, his hands already set on squeezing and playing with your soft breasts as you softly moaned. He had only ever heard such cute noises in his head, unfortunately. But he would continue to draw them out for as long as he could, mercilessly teasing you and refusing to touch you where you really wanted him to.

But regardless, all of these scenarios ended with you obediently taking his cock. However, as much as he wanted to be inside of you, he couldn’t forget about how much he wanted to taste you. Yes, your taste, he thought as he licked his lips and pumped himself again. 

“Ah, ‘Mega, please…” your breath hitched as he experimentally rubbed his finger over your clothed cunt, your wetness seeping through, “don’t tease,” you fruitlessly demanded as he ignored your plea. Omega would take his time with you, savor your sweetness like he would with one of your baked treats. He was a very patient man after all. (You? Not so much, but you would have to deal with it.)

Eventually, he would slip a finger, and then another, and then one more inside your aching pussy and hold you down as your back arched, pinning your hands above your head as you were insistent on trying to cover your mouth. Your moans were one of the loudest and most accurate proofs of the effect he had on you, and he refused to let them be silenced.

“Now, now, what did I say about that? Try to do that again and I’ll stop.” You could only let out another choked moan and look at him helplessly as he curled his fingers inside of you, and then sped up his pace until you finally finished all over his hand. It was almost filthy how he began to suck and lick on his own fingers that were drenched in your essence, concentrating on tasting every last drop. You wanted to look away out of embarrassment, but you were entranced by the scene, probably because it was just that hot.

Of course, that would only be the beginning of it. There was no way he would be satisfied with just that. Barely giving you a chance to recover, he pried your legs open further to lick and suck at your cunt, relishing in how your thighs squeezed around him - he’d make sure to mark them up some more later. Your hand was tangled in his hair, alternating between trying to push him away from coming too much or pushing him further down on your needy pussy. He didn’t care, either way, your juices would be smeared around his lips as he made sure to lick it all up. By the time he was done with you, you’d be struggling to even call out his name, eyes hazy and too far gone.

As Omega thought about you more, he stroked himself faster until he was almost close. But he had yet to bury himself inside your tight cunt. 

It was all too easy to tease you, reveling in how your eyes darted around nervously at the sight of him pumping himself as he prepared to enter you. You licked your lips and swallowed as you briefly wondered how you’d take him. Ah… your mouth too… Omega decided he could brush his cock against your supple lips another day.  

The segment nudged his tip leaking pre-cum against your cunt, on the verge of slipping in until he pulled out just at the right moment, teasing you as he delighted in your frustration. He would only ever give you what you wanted if you begged for it, his favorite subject.

“Use your words, darling.” You gripped the sheets harder at his stupid insistence.

“P-Please… please, I want- need you inside, Omega,” your plea came out as a ragged breath, desperately needing some relief already. Unfortunately, your lover only hummed, seemingly unsatisfied with your response, and continued to hold your thighs steady, still pressing himself against your pussy. You huffed in slight irritation. 

“Please Omega, just fuck me already,” your words came out speedy and rushed as you sniffed, a tear rolling down your face at how intently he was staring at you with his singular red gem. Finally, a content grin appeared on his face now that he had gotten what he wanted. Perhaps there was still some work to be done, but now even his patience was wearing thin, especially when you had declared your neediness for him so blatantly.

Lining himself up with your entrance, Omega began to push himself in slowly, wanting to drag out both your and his pleasure, and also having the uncharacteristic consideration to make sure you weren’t too overwhelmed. Your walls fit snugly around him, offering him pleasure that he could have never reached by himself. Your legs were hooked around him, tightening as he finally buried himself completely in you.

“Omega… Omega…” you breathed out his name, adjusting to the sensation of being filled with his cock. You moved your hand to intertwine with his (because of course you did, you were too sweet for your own good) and he quickly did so, locking his fingers with yours. Pulling back out, he moved to kiss you which you reciprocated, before slamming back in, your scream muffled by his lips on yours. From then, he pounded into you without mercy, making sure to give every other part of your body attention too, from licking your tears to sucking and nipping at your breasts.

From the way your nails harshly dug into his back, he could tell you were close. He knew his mind couldn’t sufficiently replicate how lovely you’d look once you came on his cock, but he had to try anyway. Picking up the pace, he continued to ram into that one spot and rubbed your clit. He wasn’t far behind - if he had not met you, the segment would have continued to think that chasing such a high with another person was a waste of time. But now that he had you in his grasp, a part of him could understand why the desires of humans overtook their common sense. Logic had no place right now, for you were completely intoxicating. 

Snapping his hips into you with one final thrust, he felt your walls squeeze around him as you came hard, his name only a half moan as your throat was sore from too much talking. The feeling had Omega holding back his own noise as he came too, still keeping up a mostly unaffected demeanor although that was far from the truth. Omega remained inside of you for a little while, stroking your cheek as you caught your breath, before pulling out and watching his cum ooze out of you.

A perfect sight. A perfect mark. A perfect claim.

As he came to, Omega sighed at the mess staining his hands. It wasn’t as nearly as satisfying as his little fantasy, but it was something nonetheless. 

Couldn’t you see? See his selfish need for you, see how his gaze burned into you at particular moments, or how he traced your collarbone for a few moments too long? If only he had a chance, he could give you pleasure beyond what his creator could give you, he’d make sure of that. Any way you wanted it, he’d make sure you’d be blissed out.

… Well, regardless of his desires, Omega had to clean up and get back to work. Maybe if he was lucky, you’d break into his lab despite him telling you he was busy and cuddle on his lap, unaware of his previous pastime.

[proqhetic]

Could you write your head canons for what dating Lottie would be like? Sorry it’s basic this is my first time requesting 😅

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ ꪆৎ ˚ ⋅ dating lottie matthews hcs

cw: nsfw at the bottom, blood

when your relationship is just starting out, i think lottie would be extremely shy or reserved

i don’t think she has a lottttt of experience (compared to say jackie or nat), and she’s always kept to herself more, so she’d be extra cautious about not messing this up or making you uncomfortable in anyway

trusts you with the “weirder” sides of herself that she’s usually too embarrassed to show around others and you only love her even more for it

she’s so cute WAAAJSHAHSKFHAGJ

will do the pinky thing when she wants to hold your hand where she just lightly pokes your hand with it before you just full on take her hand in yours 😭😭

“lottie, we’re already dating. you can hold my hand.” “i just— i wasnt sure!” she defends herself while grinning, taking your hand in hers

her main love language is definitely gift giving!! she’ll gladly shower you in gifts and presents everyday if she knew it would make you happy

if you mention in passing about an expensive pair of shoes you’ve been eyeing for a while now or a funko pop of one of ur faves just dropped, expect to see it nicely wrapped in a bow on your bed by the next day <3

expect her to go ALL OUT for valentine’s day, christmas and your birthday in terms of surprising you with presents and parties.

matching halloween costumes are also on the agenda

cannot cook to save her life this point should just be canon (will try to cook breakfast in bed for you and fail miserably)

sleepovers at her house after soccer practice!!! you’d sit on the bleachers and watch her during practice with heart eyes like those cheesy high school movies while you wait for her

so. many. forehead kisses. (that height difference mmm)

light sleeper — (esp pre-dating) frequently wakes up in the middle of the night and has trouble falling asleep. your presence alone has been such a help,, she’ll have an arm wrapped around your waist or fall asleep tucked into the crook between your neck and shoulder while u play with her hair > <

but the second you crawl up to pee in the middle of the night you come back and see her awake and staring back at you all groggy and pouty hhjshdjehs

asks nat how to create a mixtape just so she can create one for you with all the songs that remind her of you

slips you those stupid post-its in class with the checkboxes that are like

“ hey.. i think ur pretty cute :) date tn? ▢ yes!! ♡ ▢ no :( ”

even though it’s been like a good few months into your rs

⚠️ — nsfw

secretly a freak but wbk… let’s be honest here!!!!

loves whispering the filthiest things in your ear when you guys are out with your friends just to see you get all worked up and flustered

that paired with her evil grinnn oh when her fangs poke out MMMMNNCMSBV i’m going insane

speaking of fangs… biting your lip/neck until she draws blood (vampire!lottie you will always be famous)

sooo whiny. non stop whimpering. even draws them out because she knows how much hearing her turns you on

needs to build some confidence around you and get over that embarrassed start but could definitelyy be the dom one if she wanted

sleepy sex is her favourite >_< waking up to two of her fingers already inside you as she greets you with a drawled “good morning babyy” and a chaste kiss as she adds a third finger in

[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

OH JILY PROMPTS pleaseeee can you do number 51 (we're so hot) or 56 (baking is a science) ♡♡

from these prompts

They’re on very official, very important Head duties.

If asked to specify exactly what those duties entail or what makes them so very official and important, there would be some hesitation and a fair bit of fumbling, but ultimately, they’d make something up, because it’s well after curfew and the rumours about the Head Boy and Head Girl dating aren’t entirely baseless, but it’s not as if they need to add fuel to the fire.

They are distinctly not taking advantage of the freedom afforded to them by their badges to find new places to fool around.

“It’s this way,” James says, using his grip on her hand to tug her down another hallway. “I think.”

Lily sighs, a mix of exasperation and fondness. “Why didn’t you just bring the map?”

“Because, Evans,” he drawls, “where’s the fun in that?”

“Of course,” she says, rolling her eyes and quickening her pace to match his long strides. “No fun to be had in actually having a destination in mind instead of mindlessly wandering around the castle at half eleven, trying Alohamora on random doors.”

“I’m hearing a lot of complaining from the girl who practically begged me to—” He jiggles another doorknob and curses under his breath before dragging her further down the hall.

“And what if I change my mind before we find an actual spot?”

James comes to an abrupt halt, dropping her hand to turn around. “Lily Evans, you wouldn’t.”

She laughs, the kind that bubbles up and spills out. “No, Potter. I wouldn’t.”

He watches her for another moment, his eyes searching her face for any hint of deceit, before reclaiming her hand, this time threading his fingers through hers, and continues to pull her along the corridor.

And that’s when they hear Mulciber and Avery.

It couldn’t be Dolohov or Snape or anyone with half a brain; no—it had to be fucking Mulciber and Avery. The Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum of Slytherin House.

The issue with it being them is that there’s no reasoning, no common sense, no ‘get back to your common room before we have to dock points.’

It doesn’t mean they don’t try.

“Do you have a pass from a professor, to be out at these hours?” Lily speaks up before James can, because a) it’s usually easier this way and b) one of the lovely things about James Potter is that he never minds being in the background, at least not if it’s her background.

Mulciber sneers at her and Lily immediately knows what’s coming next. She wishes she was still holding James’s hand so she could warn him too, with a small squeeze of ‘don’t freak out, I’m okay, I’m used to it, please don’t freak out, he’s not worth it.’

“Filthy Mudblood bitch.”

Lily has less than a split second to decide whether to try and stop James from raising his own wand or whether to draw her own. In the end, it is a good thing she chooses the latter because Avery fires off a nasty curse that Lily barely manages to deflect toward Mulciber. The howl of pain he releases as he drops to the ground isn’t enviable. The amplification of that howl as James hits him with another hex for good measure makes Lily wince.

They make short work of Avery after that and, barring a quick argument on whether or not to levitate the boys to the Slytherin common room with a signed note and a confetti bow, decide to leave the boys where they are in the halls, petrified for whichever professor happens to be up the earliest.

It isn’t until after they round the corner down the hall that Lily lets herself think about it. Not what Mulciber said because she has spent plenty of time thinking about that—but about them, her and James, and how, well, nice it is to have him at her side in moments like this. Even if he tends to go overboard, like, all the time.

“Potter.”

“Hm?” He doesn’t look up from his task—rebuttoning the cuff of his shirt now that the sleeves are pushed up to his elbows. His forearms flex with the motion, catching her eye. The button is stubborn, apparently, as James deftly twists his fingers around. He uses his shoulder to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his brow furrowed in concentration. A light sheen of sweat dots his forehead, but Lily loses sight of it as a wild curl flops down into his eyes.

She smiles appreciatively at the scene. “We’re so hot.”

His head pops up to look at her, amused and curious. “Er…what?”

Lily laughs and stops them in their tracks, gently taking over the task from his fumbling fingers. “Look at us. We’re…” She successfully manages to fasten the button and smiles up at him. “Don’t you ever feel that way? Like, one day, we’ll tell our kids about all the things we got up to and they’ll tell their friends and their friends will be like, shit, your parents were so cool.”

He grins down at her and tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Our kids, huh?”

She playfully shoves his chest, feeling her cheeks warm. “You know what I mean.”

“I do. I absolutely think our kids are gonna tell stories about their ridiculously fit, Quidditch Captain dad and the sexy, rebel Head Girl—”

“Why are our kids using terms like fit and sexy to describe their parents? That feels problematic.”

“It feels inevitable, actually. I mean,” he leans down, his tone light and teasing against her lips, “have you seen us?”

“Oh, piss off,” she snorts.

His grin widens against her mouth, even as he—finally—kisses her. “We are so hot, Evans,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting over the corner of her smile. “You," and back to her lips again, "are so hot.”

[brisquad-unit-4402]

Hey! I love your headcannons and stuff for njsj! Idk if i will do this request thing right but can i add like some numbers for 1 headcannon/drabble?

If i can i would like 20+23 with maybe a 18+ 12 ;) for shu and alban, idk if you want to add anyone else but i love those 2 sm so anyone with them!

Also congrats on 100 followers!!! Here's to many more to come!! You definitely deserve it !

thank you for the encouragement, i’m flattered. and yes, i’m alright with adding prompts into one entry! i couldn’t tell if 12 ;) was implying you wanted form the mature list or not, so i just went with 12 from the basic list. if you meant that you wanted mature prompt 12 let me know! kind of my fault for making both lists have numbers instead of a better way to specify mature from basic. regardless i hope you enjoy

ah... i feel like i took too long of a break from writing after stars above your skin and now i'm out of it... maybe i'll take some of my own ideas in my notes and write them in 3rd pov instead of 2nd, because i feel like my 3rd pov is getting stunted... you get that feeling after not practicing a skill for a while, right? i need to get better! i always want to get better!!

tags: established relationship, gender-neutral reader, fluff, off-collab, cuddling, sleepy kisses

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

🎭 Alban Knox

20. secret relationship + 23. off-collab

The thief leans over your shoulder as you cut, and the knife drips. Residue sticks to your hands as you draw gashes along the flesh. The smell is pungent, and the chat frenzies at the revolving massacre even though you have yet to notice your witnesses. 

Alban crinkles his nose. “You seriously cut garlic like that?”

You pouted and continue to fumble over the clove of garlic. “You said you wanted to see me cut it!”

“Okay, but I didn’t expect it to be that bad.”

“It’s going to get minced anyways, I’m just, um, preparing it!”

“Mincing is preparing it. Gimme some of that.” You pause so Alban could pick out two pieces and hold them up to the handcam. One chunk was so big that the camera could pick up the details of the center of the clove where it had been cut, and the other was miniscule in comparison. “You see this, chat? Reader’s cutting it like it’s supposed to get diced, but it’s not even in cubes. Just weird shapes.”

“Don’t shame my garlic! They can be whatever they want to be.”

“They look like they want to die. Here, let me try.”

Alban takes the knife away and chops the remaining garlic. He’s no Michelin star chef, sure, but he’s much faster than you, and with much better technique. In just a few blinks, the clove is nothing more than tiny, evenly minced pieces. 

“You’re so cool, Alban.” Your eyes practically sparkled as you focused on his work. For a moment he’s glad there isn’t a good way for your models to track on stream, because with you distracted and the chat unaware, there’s no one to see him turn his head away bashfully at the sudden praise. 

You take the knife and get started on the next clove. You still have a couple more to go. Unsteady hands try to replicate Alban as much as you can. “Is it like this?”

“It’s more like…”

Alban grasps your hand, still over the knife, and guides you along with slow motions. The clove slices apart into coins, then the knife turns and cuts into strips. Afterwards, he places one of your hands along the blunt edge while the dominant remains in the handle, and chops through the pile of garlic until there’s nothing but small, even bits. 

He retracts one of his hands, but his grip is still firm on top of the handle, above yours. You realize that even though the chat is likely freaking out over the hand holding, his arm is still bent out as if it came from beside you, and not from where he stands flush against your body. 

Then he plants his free hand along the side of your hip, drawing you closer, and your face goes hot. Even if there’s no way the camera could pick it up, you can’t help but feel exposed. You lost count of how many live viewers you have, but you can only imagine thousands of people watching your every move, and how if that camera moves even an inch, you and your boyfriend would be in danger of getting caught. 

Alban perches his head on your shoulder, coy as ever. “How’s that?”

“It’s…” You smack your lips and say the first thing on your mind before anyone can get suspicious. “Garlic.”

“Evenly cut garlic that won’t have weird cooking times,” he boasts. “Do you remember how to do it?”

Though you do have to admit, smugness is a good look on Alban, especially when he can embrace you like this. 

“Nope,” you lie. “Show me again?”

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

18. wearing their clothes + 12. kissing before leaving for the day

Alban takes his coat off and on so often that there’s no real need for a coat hanger, even when he’s not wearing it. He tends to leave it draped in whichever room he took it off, and leaves it there until he wants it next. 

This morning, it’s placed along the back of a chair in your room. It’s more of a nuisance moving it than leaving it where it is, so you continue about your morning routine as you get ready for the day ahead. You walk past it time and time again as you pace around and get yourself together.

You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror. It’s an off-day, so you plan on getting some errands done before the afternoon rush. You’ve finished everything in your routine, but you look down at your outfit. Something feels… incomplete.

Your eyes slide over to the coat hanging off the chair.

On Alban, the coat covers almost his entire frame, and on you it’s no different. It works really well with your clothes, though, and you can understand why Alban wears it religiously. The fabric doesn’t impede your movement, but weighs down on your shoulders like a heavy blanket, and feels just as comfortable and soft as one. You bury your nose into the baggy hood. Smells ambery, just like him. 

You step out of your room, still buried in the hood of his coat, and prepare the last of your things before you leave the house. As you grab your keys, you see a figure enter the room, with a fluffy bedhead and oversized sleepwear.

Alban yawns like a housecat. One eye cracks open as he does, a chocolatey brown that droops a little with drowsiness. “Good morning, Reader.”

“Good morning, Alban.” You swipe your keys into one of the coat’s many pockets with one hand, and pat Alban’s head with the other. The sleeve slides down as you reach for his messy hair. “Sleep well?”

“Mhm, really well. I didn’t want to get up at all—” He stops himself. He blinks the sleep away, then focuses on your sleeve as it rolls back down your arm, one chocolate eye and one neon taking in your appearance. “Is that my…?”

“I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not, why would I?”

He makes grabby hands at you, and when you get close enough for him to touch, he fiddles with how the coat lays on your body, an affectionate look on his face. He finally decides on zipping it up most of the way and flips the hood over your head. It flops over your eyes. 

You reach up to readjust it, and when you regain your eyesight, you’re greeted by Alban rocking on his feet with a sweet smile. His voice is still sleepy and low, but excited. “Aww, Reader, you look so cute!”

“It’s so comfy.” You hug your sleeves and nestle into the coat, proving both your and Alban’s points. The hood flops over again, so you brush it up with one hand, resembling a cat pawing at its ear. Alban coos. “All set? I’m about to go do some errands.”

“Wait, before you go! Aren’t you forgetting something?”

He cocks his head, waiting for you to answer. Instead, you rest a hand on his shoulder and lean to meet your lips along his own. The taste is crisp and fresh, and even though you can tell he started his morning routine, Alban’s lips are slow, sleepy, and savory. 

When you part, Alban playfully bats at your hood and knocks it back over your eyes. He chuckles. “Be safe, okay? I’ll see you later today.” 

With a huff and clumsy hands, you push it back up while Alban’s sleepy smile turns into a smirk. In his hands is something you didn’t notice before: an old but cared-for leather wallet folded up in his grasp. Alban’s wallet.

“When did you get that?” You ask. You could’ve sworn he was empty-handed when he greeted you. Realization strikes you. You pat down the pockets on the bottom of the coat, where you last remember the wallet, and when those turn out empty, you search all the other small pockets along the coat. “Wait, don’t tell me.” 

“Did you think you could pull a fast one on me?” He teases. 

“No, I just—didn’t realize! Did you grab it while we were kissing? I didn’t even notice!” 

“Heh, you know me! I’m an elusive, badass phantom…” Alban trails off into a massive yawn. ”…Thief. I’m a phantom thief.”

“Sure are.” You ruffle his hair. “Cutest elusive badass out there. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Come back faster. I’ll miss you.”

“Before you know it,” you repeat. “Besides, I’m wearing your coat. I’ve got a little bit of you with me today.”

He kisses you again, this time on your forehead where the hoodie rests. You can still sense the faded toothpaste smell. “Okay. Now get out, I need to make some coffee.”

“Screw you too.” You have a hand on the doorknob. “I’ll be home soon!”

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👟 Shu Yamino

20. secret relationship + 23. off-collab

“Okay, they should be able to hear you now.”

“Eyyyy, guys. How’s my volume?”

“Chat says you’re good, Shu. What about me?”

Shu’s streaming laptop is gingerly placed in the center of your impromptu studio. This off-collab was rather impulsive, and the only place in the vacation home with enough outlets for all the stream equipment was on the floor, so you dumped a bunch of blankets and pillows over the floor for both sound preservation and comfort.

At first the setup on the floor was scuffed. It took nearly an hour before stream to get things organized with PNGs instead of your models, and the first ten minutes were full of chat mentioning someone was too far away to hear. 

“Too quiet,” Shu says. “I think you need to get closer to the mic.”

You shuffle forward. “How about now?”

Still, the chat can’t quite understand you. Ready to readjust, you get to your feet but Shu tugs on your pant leg before you can fully rise. 

You cock your head, trying to figure out his game, but it falls into place when he lightly pats his leg. He’s sitting on a pillow with his legs folded underneath themselves, the picture of elegance without even trying. His sorcerous nature tends to make him graceful even when he’s casual, including the relaxed position during the stream. 

“I think I have an idea on how to fix it, Reader.” One pointed fingernail beckons you. “Come here.”

Curious, you scooch over inch-by-inch, closing the gap between you and Shu. That is, until Shu reaches out, scoops his hand by your shoulder, and brings you down in one fell swoop. Your body is placed along his lap, with your head resting along his thighs. 

Shu reaches for the mic across your head while you’re too caught off-guard to react, and fiddles with it while you watch his focused face and elongated muscle above you. The mic stand lowers. “Say something now, Reader?”

“Um…” 

Does he seriously expect you to stream like this? You may be dating, but this has to be unprofessional on so many levels, especially since there’s no way chat could know your position with those PNGs on screen. Is the audio okay? What happens if you bump the mic or it picks up a weird sound that clues your audience into the secret streamer relationship scandal of the year?

The paranoia is getting to you, but you can’t deny it; Shu’s lap is really comfortable. His calves fold at just the right place so that it serves as an incline for your body. 

Shu's fingers rest on your hair, and it rustles as he begins to comb through. Your heart soars.

“What was that?” He says out loud in response to nothing. He’s obviously bluffing, but he looks so at peace with his hands in your hair and the stream online. This might be his perfect element. “Reader, can you repeat that again?”

“…Right.” Screw it. If Shu is this calm, then maybe there’s nothing to fear after all. You close your eyes as Shu strokes you, and you launch into your default greeting as your role in the company. 

When Shu smiles, you can hear how his voice lifts. “Chat says it’s all good. Welcome to the stream, everybody.” His nails travel to your jawline. One finger lightly scratches along while the others prop along your face, and the action is so tender it almost feels religious. Shu watches you exhale, appreciating the moment to relax even while the stream is running, and when he continues, only one person listening can recognize how his voice clouds into cotton candy. “I have Reader with me today.”

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18. wearing their clothes + 12. kissing before leaving for the day

Shu’s sleep schedule is, as you know, a mess, but last night was probably one of his… messier moments. He scheduled a late-night membership stream, and only hours before he went live, he made a members-only post for the waiting room. The thumbnail and title both had soju in it.

Long story short, the stream ended in the wee hours of the morning with the Yaminions happily fed and Shu satisfied, but barely able to keep his eyes open until he raided another stream. You were asleep for the majority of the stream but woke up just as his head hit the pillow, still in his daytime clothes and not a single step of his nightly routine done. You gently jostled Shu to get himself ready for bed, but the sun was rising in the sky by the time he fell asleep properly. 

The day doesn’t stop for anyone. A few hours later, you wake up well-rested and in time for your plans for the day. Shu is still sound asleep, however. He stole the covers and nestled up in the warmth while he was asleep, and you could barely see his face through untamed dark hair. Even in deep sleep and all covered up like this, he’s adorable. He doesn’t stir a bit even as you climb out of bed and get ready.

After brushing your teeth, you pass from the bathroom to the bedroom again and think on your outfit, before you see a plume of fur out of the corner of your eye.

The memories of last night—this morning?—Return as you examine the dresser, and the fur on top of it. It’s the loose black sleeves from Shu’s newer outfits, and on top of it is a large bat wing wrapped in a black-and-white fur pelt.

You take the sleeves and pelt in your hands, intending to put them away where they belong, but the fur is so inviting and cozy you don’t want to let go. You bury your face in it. It’s so fluffy! And it smells just like his everyday fragrance, subtly sweet while undeniably human. 

The sleeves are adjustable, and slide in place on your arms easily. You think to yourself. His accessories are pretty wild, but you could tone these down into something a lot more casual streetwear with your outfit today. Besides, it’s your day off and you’ll be meeting up with some friends to hang out. It wouldn’t be inappropriate.

Shu probably wouldn’t mind, either.

You slip the pelt over your shoulder and fasten the sleeves as you finish up your breakfast, just about ready to leave the house. The pelt is surprisingly light, and the bat wing conserves your heat without getting sweaty.

The last thing left to do is to grab your keys. You head over to the bedroom and find them on your nightstand. Shu is exactly where you left him, the hair in front of his face swishing along to his gentle breathing.

It parts out of his face as you reach out. Your hands stroke his hair as you examine his sleeping face. His lips are slightly open, and whenever he exhales, you can see a flash of teeth between his blanket nest. His banana rests between his ear and the pillow.

The closer you get to him, the more your smile grows. He’s… really adorable. Everything about him right now seems soft, almost cherubic. He looks like a stuffed animal. A plush cat! You have to fight the urge to squeeze him like one.

Instead, you brush some of his hair out of the way, and press a kiss to his temple.

Shu doesn’t move. He’s still as plush as ever. Even as the kiss ends, he’s so warm that you want to stay nearby. 

“Sleep well, sweetheart,” you whisper, close to his ear. “I’ll be back.”

A lock of pink hair curls under your fingers as you tuck it behind the ear. Shu’s eyes are closed, but you hear him drowsily grunt. Is he awake? “Mm-mm.”

You stifle a giggle. “You want me to stay?”

“Mm-hm.”

“But I have things to do.”

“Mm-mm.”

“I’ll stay a little longer if you wake up. Are you awake?”

Shu finally opens his mouth. “Noooo.”

“Then I’ll let you rest while I’m out.” You kiss him again. “Goodnight. Bye-bye, Shu.”

“Wait.” Shu blindly feels around with his free hand, and finds yours. He takes it, groggily but gently, guiding you closer to him even though his eyes are shut. The back of your palm goes velvet pink, and you hear a small chu as he parts. 

Then he tucks your hand in his grasp like a stuffed animal. You’re trapped. 

“Shu,” you whine. You try to wriggle out, careful not to disturb him. No avail, however. You’re stuck, and the sleeves drape along his body like even more blankets. “I have somewhere to be!”

He cuddles up to your forearm, and his head meets the fur of his pelt. “Soft.” He nuzzles closer, considering your shoulder as a suitable pillow, before fully resting his head on you.

You call his name again. It’s a really strange position for you, and besides, you have plans!

But then you look down. You don’t remember seeing that light smile on his face when you first kissed him goodbye. 

You can make five minutes for that smile. 

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✧. ┊ event post ✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[atla-confessions]

dropping random hcs about the gaang idk

sokka practices drawing in his free time and ends up becoming good at it quickly

toph has a missing tooth from an earthbending move gone wrong a when she was little

katara and sokka both have freckles (katara on her nose only, sokka all over his face and shoulders)

aang only knows a few curse words due to never hearing anyone swear around him except for bumi and kuzon

toph swears like a sailor (and so does zuko but. in a way thats somehow still polite despite the crudeness of his words)

katara and sokka don’t curse because they were taught that it was disrespectful and bad

suki swears less than toph but more than zuko

sokka and katara often hum songs their mom used to hum

aang gets energized during windy days and feels nostalgic as well

katara makes shapes like animals and such with waterbending when she’s bored

zuko’s least favorite food is anything with turtleduck in it

katara’s hands are dry due to how often her hands get wet from water (rl hands can actually get dry and rough from water so yah)

zuko has accidentally burned his hair before

aang hates the feeling of stubble growing which is why he shaves his head twice a day even though he doesn’t need to

sokka is actually most fatherly and motherly (just parental in general) even though everyone teases katara for being the mom friend

katara has frozen her hair before by accident

suki loves arm wrestling for fun, especially with her warriors

aang is double jointed and likes to freak everyone out

toph has eaten paper before (haven’t we all?)

sokka subconsciously chew on the ends of his pens, pencils, and brushes

aang can be a sleep walker at times

zuko gives sokka money so he can go shopping (and always regrets it when sokka comes back with multiple items and zero change, but never takes the allowance away)

this is all. tried not to add any angsty ones might do that some other time. live laugh love i suppose

X

[sadie-bug345]

how do you think the gang would be playing uno??

i’m in looove w this idea!! ngl when i play i practically give up the second people stack the plus twos at me😭👍

ponyboy:

RUTHLESS with the skips

my guy can like sense when you’re bouta play a color change or +4

and he’ll just be like “reverse🥰”

gets everyone kinda pressed cause of that

dallys over here making actual threats like someone please calm this guy down

pony wins i’m sorry also he goes first cause he’s the youngest so🤷‍♂️

johnny:

chill at first

but if there is a fight going on over the rules or whatever he WILL join in

and the side he picks is usually correct too

the fights are usually between dally and literally anyone else

and whenever he doesn’t take dally’s side dal is just like “😕😢it’s fine”

rolls his eyes SO HARD when he gets hit w a plus two or plus four

sodapop:

lowk the only chill guy there

he will die laughing whenever people start getting super angry

like he knows it’s not that deep so he thinks it’s GOOFY to freak tf out

comes up from behind when he does win

maybe turns people against each other🤨

we may never know

darry:

the person people go to for the rules

he comes up with most of the house rules which get actually crazy sometimes

like when he’s losing he’ll be like

“uhhh actually mama curtis used to say that if you cuss while playing uno you need to draw 13 and run a lap around the house🤷‍♂️”

and two and dal are just like “SHIT”

and darry’s like 😐

he makes sure it’s fun though trust

dally:

lmao i mentioned him in so many of other peoples hcs

but he just gets so angryyy

like at least for mario kart he can hate on the computer players

BUT NOW

HES HATIN ON YOU 🫵😟

once you hit him with one skip my guy will hold a crazy grudge

he’ll slap down a +4 and be like

“THAT WAS FOR SWITCHING THE COLOR TO BLUE WHEN YOU KNEW I HAD A GREEN YOU KNEW I DID”

and you’re like 😮😧 oh no we gotta go

two-bit:

just loves causing chaos

will somehow just keep spawning in reverses in his hand so if you reverse the order he’ll just be like

”I REVERSE YOUR REVERSE😎”

and it just keeps. GOING.

also somehow always has a +2 so like he WILL add to the chain

turns people against each other fs he’s like

“uhhh soda was the one who changed the color don’t blame me🤷‍♂️🫵”

and soda is just clocked out LMAOOO

hes like “wait what-😧”

steve:

sides w soda almost always

like dal he holds the craziest grudges

when soda skips him he’s like

”oh it’s fine…so those years of friendship mean NOTHING TO YOU THEN”

probably rage quits and takes a drive😭😭

TYSMMM to the person who requested and i hope you enjoyed🥰🫶 my requests are always opennn i love these goofy prompts

[sharpbutsoft]

So I know you do digital art, but The Hanged fireMan looks like a watercolor. Do you work with watercolors as well, or is it the program you use?

(please brag about your art process, basically)

Yeah! So I do all my (fan)art in everyone’s favourite innuendo of an art program, Procreate. (Specifically on a 2019 ipad pro with a 1st gen Apple Pencil, both of which I would tentatively recommend if you can get them 2nd hand for less than 200euro like I did)

I did a lot of painting as a teenager, and still paint often to this day. Though I mostly worked in acrylics, I have been known to use watercolours (like, when I was in college I bought a little 3euro paint set and would use the inside of cardboard cereal boxes as diy watercolour paper and paint wild little Irish landscapes… and Winter Soldier fan art, sometimes. 2017 was a different world)

So in summary - I ‘paint’ digitally using some very traditional techniques I picked up over the years, and I kinda prefer digital art now, which I will elaborate on below the cut as I detail how I created The Hanged fireMan…

I’ll start with my favourite digital art ‘cheat’ which is that I use So Many Layers. Like seriously, pretty much every new colour goes on its own layer because I am a control freak and love being able to tweak them all as needed. So for this relatively simplistic piece, I’ve still got something like 20 layers all together.

I’m also usually better at grouping layers but in this one I gave up at some point and it felt dishonest to group them nicely before showing you guys lol

So yeah layers is my biggest hack, but the other is using specific texture brushes

I spent a while playing around with various brushes before finding this Tarraleah one which has just the most delicious watercolour-y texture and a really fun edge to it (and it’s got pressure sensitivity, so I can really control the amount of colour I want to put down on the page)

This background was painted entirely with the 1 brush & colour, and I think it turned out pretty cool. For this particular piece I did have a reference on screen to work off for the most part, but those clouded were just painted with my heart

Next (or maybe before, it’s a while sinceI drew this and sometimes I mix it up) is the lines, which are always done with my best friend, the Procreate Pencil!! I love her, she’s so fuzzy and textured and also if you tilt the tip on the pencil you get a broader line (like with a real pencil) which is just the coolest thing!

When it comes to lines I just sort of go for bigger shapes 1st and details later, and basically always with some kind of reference. I also use a very old & well known trick of putting the most detail into the object of most importance, and leaving the background more loose and vibey

Artists will tell you that this is to draw focus with details. Artists are lying. It’s cause we got lazy after drawing he fun part & phoned the rest of it in lol (I know this because I am an artist)

Also I love this pencil because I don’t have very steady hands and I actually cannot draw straight/smooth lines to save my life! If you’ve ever seen anything resembling a smooth line in something I’ve drawn, it is almost certainly a whole bunch of lines over each other and then erased at the edges to make it look neater

But who needs straight lines when sketchy sketch lines are so fun!

Next is flat colours (the 3layers in the middle with check marks beside them)

I used the same colours as the background, which you can tell from where they completely blend together right down the bottom, and what I genuinely do is use the Tarraleah brush to generally block out he shape, and then go back in with an eraser and smooth out the lines

Why do I do this? …good question

Next is one of my favourite parts, which is adding the lights! Procreate has some really fun -glowy- layer effects - my favourite is probably Add (A) though Colour Burn (CB) is great too for its vibrancy.

Also those 2 layer 11s are there because I duplicated one and then used the ‘Gaussian Blur’ feature to ‘fuzzify’ it (yes, that’s the technical term) It’s a pretty quick and easy way to add a more diffused light effect around something. (I did the same for the yellow reflective strips on the turnouts too!)

Last step now! So full disclosure - I absolutely traced that writing from a photo of a tarot card lol. I actually always trace writing, as, much like drawing straight lines, I’m bad at handwriting on a screen

I also stumbled upon the Exclusion (E) effect by accident - Originally it was going to be a plain cream boarder like a traditional tarot card had, but I wasn’t fully happy with it, so I just flipped through a few layer effects and as soon as I got to this one, I knew it was the right choice

I love the dreamy contrast of the pinks and purples to the dark navy and grey & how it makes everything looks kinda unreal and outer-spacey

And yeah that’s about it! Everything else comes from my 15+ years of Practical Art Knowledge but these are the specifics of how I utilise it digitally!

This was a lot of fun to write out, and I hope that if you’ve made it all the way here, it was fun to read too!

[kiraixi]

Secret GirlBoyfriend?

Wednesday 29th March ✩ NSFW:  “Caught in the Act” (Flip-Reverse) @harringrove-flip-reverse-it

ao3

“Okay, bye Steve!” 

Steve looks skeptical, “Are you sure Dustin? I don’t want any calls from the neighbours.” 

He puts on a slight frown, this plan needs to work. 

“We’re nearly fourteen, dude. A couple hours alone won’t kill us”

Steve mutters back, “Of course you’d say that.” Dustin grins,

“I’ll be two hours max.” He walks backwards glaring, “So don’t do anything stupid okay?”

Dustin salutes him off, “Aye captain!”

As soon the car starts, he dashes into the living room.

“He’s gone, we’re free to search!”

The party gets up. Well, minus the girls.

Max has been huffy since morning and El seems too engrossed in the movie to care.

Whatever, they don’t care as much as he does. But Dustin is Steve’s right hand man, said he was cool and everything!

This one secret he’s kept to his chest just means that Dustin needs to sleuth around and find out. Steve would never keep something from his best friend, right?

For the past two months Steve Harrington has been going steady with a secret girlfriend. He’s been so tight-lipped about it that the only hint Dustins’ been able to wrangle out of is that the lady’s a blonde.

He found bleached hairs in the passenger seat of Steve’s car. Only he has the privilege of a shotgun, so of course those strands must belong to the special someone.

Dustin’s definitely not jealous or resentful, nope not one bit.

Taking the stairs two at a time he pulls out a notebook, ready to jot down any discrepancies in the house.

The best room to check is Steve’s. Mike follows him inside while Lucas and Will check the other rooms for clues.

The room is messy, it seems like the laundry hasn’t been done in awhile. Dustin yanks open the closest draw and starts to rummage while Mike searches the desk.

He’s the one to break the silence of moving objects,

“Are you sure we should be looking?” Kicks over a gray sweatshirt, “I don’t wanna see anything– weird”

Dustin turns around pulling a crop top from the bottom more aggressively than he should. The whole drawer shakes.

It has a ‘LIFEGUARD’ emblem on the front. He waves it like a celebration flag. Totally not Steve’s style therefore,

“Look! This is definitely hers!” 

Mike gives him a look, “It’s a bit creepy you're so obsessed with this..”

He huffs, throwing the garment on the floor and notes down the item.

‘Lifeguard’

“If you’re too much of a coward to look then fine! I’m just being a good wingman checking if some random girl is good enough for Steve Harrington.”

“Whatever man, I’m just gonna go downstairs,” He walks towards the door. “Look under the bed, my sister loves to keep her secret stash of things there”

He salutes him off, “Thanks for the tip!”

Once Mike is well downstairs Dustin drops to his knees getting ready to crawl under, he spots a few things. A cardboard box and a piece of blue fabric?

He slides the box out first, then tries to reach for the cloth pulling it out to see better.

But as soon as he realises what it is Dustin gives a girlish screech that he will forever deny. 

It's a freaking thong. Ew!

Lucas and Will come running from the passageway, once they spot the offending item Lucas starts laughing while Will looks slightly uncomfortable.

“Dude! What did you think you’d find under someone's bed?”

He tries to hide his embarrassment, “Shut up man, just tell me what you two found.” Kicking the lace back under the bed he sits down.

Will speaks first, “Well in the bathroom there was a feather earring, creams–” 

“And some rings,” Lucas adds. “But they were really big..”

He frowns, “Okay?”

“Yeah, maybe Steve started wearing them?” Will replies.

He puts it on the list but crosses it out after, Dustin’s never seen Steve wear any rings before, Lucas is probably exaggerating the size..

Lucas looks at the box with a question on his face, “Where did you find that?”

Dustin motions both to sit next down and explains Mike's idea of looking under the bed.

 “I’m pretty sure opening its’ gonna be another jumpscare Dustin,” 

He huffs, of course Will is the voice of reason.

To be on the safe side he shakes the box before opening, it rattles. Multiple small objects. He lifts the lid no longer scared.

A bunch of makeup. Boring. 

There’s a collection of jewellery, mostly silver.

‘Wears silver’

There’s a piece of yellow sticky note poking out from the bottom, he tugs on it and frowns, showing it to the others.

In red ink there’s Steve’s signature chicken scratches, but underneath is response in an odd shade of blue, faded and smudged. Either low quality or almost running out as the ink skips a bit. It’s smaller than Steve’s but comically much sharper in comparison.

The red reads ‘Bluebird ’ with a sad imitation of what he assumes is a bird, while the biro responds ‘Idiot’ with a better looking heart.

“I recognise the pen!” Will exclaims

Dustin snorts while Lucas raises his eyebrows incredulously.

“You recognise the pen from its ink??”

Will nods, “Where my mum works, those are the pen’s that are normally on display to test in the stationary section.” He points to the writing. “I’m normally stuck with those if I forget my pencil case at home.”

Lucas butts in “So what does that mean? Steve’s girlfriend is a pen thief?”

He chews his thumbnail thinking over this new information, “No, this person shops at Meldav’s which means…”

Dustin looks up at the others, Meldav’s isn’t known for its quality. Most people would rather head to the Mall to buy something like stationary. He writes down.

‘Poor?’

They hear running up the stairs, Dustin slams the lid on the container and shoves it under the bed.

Mike opens the door and all three of them visibly deflate.

“My mum’s here to pick us up” He looks at Lucas “ She said she can drop you off as well.”

The two get up leaving Dustin to trail behind. He’s the only one being babysat tonight since his Mom’s out of town for the weekend.

The group gets ready to leave, he swivels his head around realising Max isn't here. 

El looks up from tying her shoelaces, “She wanted to skate home before it gets dark.”

He shrugs looking at the clock above the door, guess it's gonna be himself for the next half hour.

The others wave him off, Dustin decides to make a hot chocolate and laze on the fancy couch while he waits.

Sifting through the kitchen he finds a questionable amount of sweet food. Half finished bags of lollipops, soda, chocolate all seem to be piled into one draw. 

A bit weird since Steve always turns down any offers of candy that Dustin has on hand. Says he’s ‘building his figure’. He writes it down.

‘Sweet tooth’

Afterwards Dustin crashes on the sofa, drink in hand. It’s getting dark outside and once pulling a big cushion over himself, he’s dozing off to the hum of soap operas.

                                 ~

“He’s asleep, don’t worry babe..”

Dustin awakes to the quiet giggling and whispers of Steve and someone else.

It takes a few seconds for him to register but once he does Dustin stiffens in realisation. It's them!  

Peaking over the couch will solve the mystery that’s been bugging him for months.

Slowly edging upwards, a smile pulls his lips. He’s finally caught them.

The secret girlfriend that's been hoarding so much of his best friends' time, Pride and relief swell in his gut.

He lifts his head.

A few things happen at once.

Dustin makes eye contact with a mop of blonde hair, but his eye’s fly open in horror once he realises exactly which blonde it is. 

Billy fucking Hargrove.

Billy yells shoving Steve, who was previously whispering in his ear, away and points at Dustin. 

“I FUCKING told you this was a bad idea!

Steve whips around spotting Dustin and smiles sheepishly.

Dustin just stares, eyes darting between the two. He’s lost for words really.

“So this is the secret girlfriend you’ve been hiding?”

The blonde turns so suddenly Dustin’s surprised he’s not snapped his neck. Billy yanks Steve forward by the collar.

“Secret Girlfriend…?”

Steve fumbles around, arms flailing and out of breath.

“I– I can explain!”

Billy grapples with Steve in what Dustin assumes is a headlock while he slides stealthily back down the couch.

“You going behind my back pretty boy?”

“This is all a misunderstanding I swear!”

Their wrestling dissolves into laughter, seemingly forgetting his presence.

Maybe Dustin will leave this a mystery unsolved.

Hope y'all enjoyed! It’s just turned his birthday where I am so enjoy early!

[ay-chuu]

hello, i’m bee ♡ i’ve never submitted a matchup request so i apologize if i’m doing it wrong! my pronouns are they/she and i’m an infp + aries! my hobbies include drawing, gaming, and reading. i don’t think i have any phobias, but loud noises and crowds do make me freak out a bit. metal music, naps, video games, horror, and plants are all thing i enjoy. however, i don’t like big social events, bugs, bright lights/colors, and mornings. either genshin or obey me is okay, i don’t know much about the other fandoms. for the drabble first kiss or special moment would be nice. lmk if theres anything else i should add. tysm, congrats on 300, i hope your following continues to grow! ♡

Thank you so so much love, hope you have an amazing day 🫶🏽🌼

I match you with... (っ＾▿＾)💨

SATAN!

The two of you both resemble and complement each other in many ways. For example, Satan is sensitive to the phobias that you experience in a social sense and often takes care of everything for you carefully, trying to attract you to talk about any topic secretly.

Satan's favorite thing about you is that, unlike him, you have no trouble controlling your temper. Because you're just you, and even if you get angry, somehow there's always a peace inside, which effects him and even calms him. <3

There are no boring activities that you do when you are together. You always have an understanding and mature attitude in the relationship. Even if what you are doing or experiencing is the most childish event, neither of you care about it. Aries and Libra signs, whether their sudden and enthusiastic attitudes towards life or their stubborn and passionate moods, fall under each other's fire. If you are the fire, Satan is the air that inflames you. INTJ and INFP, on the other hand, are one of the most suitable MBTI pairs when emotional boundaries are crossed and agreements are made mentally. 🧡

Some of the memories I'm thinking about for you are; going to the stores together to buy metal/classical music discs, late-night video game sessions, a kiss shared accompanied by a quiet resonant song heard when you two were far away from the concert at the latest time of the night. <3

...A Special Moment;

What you like most about Satan's room is the peace it gives you, despite the fact that it has always had a complex and intricate structure. When you are browsing among the books, you find a suitable empty space where you can put your canvas Decked out. When you place the showroom, you see that Satan has already laid all kinds of paints and brushes next to it.

"I didn't mean to interrupt your reading-time, my dear." You say when you gently put your hands on the back of his neck and put a kiss on cheek, where you convey your feelings.

Satan is just smiling at you and cupping your face with his hands.

"You did not interrupt my reading time, my love, on the contrary, you started me on another session." He said as he stroked the plumpness of your cheeks with his hands.

Blinking your eyes and tilting your head quietly to the side, you give him a quiet "what do you mean?"

"The most beautiful thing that can be read is you. You, your art, any action that you do with pleasure and the traces of your labor are hidden in secret. You are the most beautiful book I have, my clover." Satan said before kissing you on the lips.

You didn't know what you might say, but you didn't need to know. When Satan kissed you, you responded to these beautiful sentences that could not be answered with words with an action that he could read. You put your forehead against him while you feel your eyes get filled.

You felt that this reader, who gave all his focus to understanding his precious book, locked his heart in the pages of your own mystery.

[thedeathlysallows]

memento mori

(A/N: At some point I’ll add warnings for the whole story, but for this chapter I’ll just do this A/N. Keep in mind it’s also a dark fic. Warning: Brief violence and sexism)

Chapter 2: Mars

           “Fuck,” Demetri curses, his lips curving into a sneer.

           I throw a lazy gaze his way. I’m bored out of my mind. It’s been days and nothing has happened. The newborns have been… tame. Too tame. I’m itching to get my hands on one of them because otherwise what’s the point of us being here? From the roof of the warehouse we can watch them mill around on the ground like ants. They’re completely feral. Untrained. Squabbling amongst themselves. They’re pathetic and all my instincts scream kill them.      

           “What is it,” I finally ask him.

           “The godsdamn Society sent another one of their little Agents,” he bites out.

           I shrug. “Then we’ll handle this one like we handled the first. Where are they?”

           “She is in the hotel across from the warehouse.”

           The laugh that escapes me is bitter. “They’ve lowered their standards if they’re sending women now. The men were tragic enough as it is.”

           Demetri doesn’t share my amusement. He keeps staring, watching attentively and I know exactly what he’s trying to do. I’m not sure if he’ll be able to get her tenor from this distance. If she were some regular human I wouldn’t doubt my friend for a second, but she’s part of The Society. There’s magic embedded in her very bones. There’s a reason we avoid them.

           “Fuck!”

           “You really love that word today.”

           “I can’t hang on to her. She’s actively fighting me.”

Demetri’s frustration is palpable and leaks into me. I’ve never had to wage mental war with The Society like other have. I can only imagine the frustration. Demetri’s described it in the past as trying to hold on to sand or air. It just slips through your fingers no matter how hard you chase. Honestly it makes me thankful my area of expertise is in the physical realm.

I am Mars, built for war and destruction.

None can stand before me and survive.

Not even an Agent from The Society.

I’ll kill her if I have to and it won’t even be a workout. The Agents are broken down and rebuilt to be vampire killing machines, but I am the ultimate killing machine. I am the apex predator. Not even her blood magic will protect her if it comes down to it.

“Does she look familiar to you?” Demetri tilts his head to the side and crosses his arms over his chest. “There’s something about her face…”

I want to tease him, say something about him having a crush like a little school boy, but the words die on my tongue when I realize he’s right. She does look familiar. Even from this distance I have no problem seeing the delicate heart shape of her face and the reddish-brown waves of hair that fall to her shoulders. Her eyes draw me and I think I can remember what it is to drown. Most Agents are so empty inside that looking in their eyes is like looking into a vacant room. Not this one, though. This one isn’t broken yet.

Something snaps into place inside me and the itch from earlier returns.

She isn’t broken yet, but I bet I could break her.

I still can’t place why exactly she looks so familiar, but I know instantly what she reminds me of. She reminds me of poison ivy growing wild in a forest. I like that. I like pretty, unassuming things with a secret bite. I like bending them to my will even more.

My little poison ivy.

“Do you think she can see us?” I don’t dare look away, feeling my obsession grow as she walks closer to the large window of her hotel room. It will be easy to get in when I need to. Hotels are never as secure as humans or Agents think.

Demetri shrugs. His agitation is growing. “I don’t think so, but who the fuck actually knows with these freaks.”

“Should we investigate closer?”

He gives me an exhausted look. “Don’t tell me want the witch, Felix.”

I know my grin is a little unhinged when I turn my head to him finally, but the idea of a new game is impossible to ignore. “She’s cute, don’t you think?”

“I think she’s not worth facing punishment from Jane.”

“I think she is.”

Demetri shakes his head and mutters, “crazy bastard.”

“Now’s not the time for compliments, Demetri.” I raise the hood of my cloak and jump from the roof of the warehouse. None of the newborns notice give me a second look, too busy fighting one another over nothing. “I’ll be back.”

“I won’t hide your secret from Jane,” he tells me before I get too far.

I don’t need Demetri to keep any secrets for me. Mostly because I think he overestimates how angry Jane will be when she learns I’ve left my post to investigate the Agent. There isn’t a single being dead or alive that hates The Society more than Jane. Alec might, but if he does he seethes in silence unlike his sister.

I’m about to cross the street to enter the hotel when a sprig of green catches my attention. There, growing out of a crack in the concrete, is a small poison ivy plant. How serendipitous. Clearly this is meant to be. I reach down and rip the small sprig from the ground before continuing across the street.

There’s no way for me to hide amongst the humans as I tower above even the tallest of them; however, I’ve been around long enough to know that all I need to do is look like I belong and no one will question anything. Finding my little poison ivy’s room will also be a simple task. Top floor. Left corner room. Simple.

It’s late enough at night that I end up having the elevator to myself. There’s a burn in my muscles, a pull to the room she occupies, that only grows the closer I get. It’s been so long since I’ve had a good game, and I’ve never gotten to play with a member of The Society before. It’s been hundreds of years since they last interfered with Volturi business. I can’t even remember the name of the last Agent I had to deal with back then.

The elevator dings and I step out.

I can feel her.

Hear her.

Smell her.

Venom pools in my mouth. It’s as if I’m a newborn all over again and smelling blood for the very first time.

I make my steps heavy and loud as I walk down the hallway. I want her to hear me. I want her scrambling before I’m even at her door.

Her door.

It’s… open?

Oh. Oh. My poison ivy wants to play too.

I nudge the door open with the toe of my boot and I’m greeted with a darkness so black it feels supernatural. Hmm, she really does want to play.

“Hello little one,” I say, stepping inside and shutting the door behind me. I place the poison ivy on her coffee table. “A gift.”

Something wooshes past my ear and buries itself in the door. I pull on the hilt of the knife, dislodging it easily from the wood. Runes are carved into the silver and I can make out The Society’s emblem. An hourglass running out of time with the phrase memento mori emblazoned above it.

Another woosh, another knife. This one lands just beside my thigh.

“Is this how The Society treats guests?” I know the taunt will draw her out. All Agents are too proud to be mocked by vampires.

“You aren’t a guest. You just got in before I had a chance to put the wards up.” She walks out from the darkness, head held high and knife in hand.

She’s even prettier up close and she wears pride well.

“There you are.” I step closer, but she holds her ground. Excellent. I love when they run, but I love it when they fight even more.

Another step and I’m centimeters from her.

I give her a smile, a low rumble building in my throat. She can put up all the wards she wants to. Nothing can stop me from having her now.

She grips the knife harder and I hear her heart stutter. She knows she’s cornered.

“You made a mistake,” she tells me. “See, I know you assholes. You think I’m stuck in here with you when the reality is: you’re stuck in here with me.”

The knife plunges into my bicep and it burns worse than anything I’ve felt before. Worse than the change, worse than Jane’s gift, worse than hellfire. I stumble and drop to my knees, trying to draw the knife out. My poison ivy takes the opportunity to dart around me and out of the room. The lights flood back on as soon as she’s gone.

She’s feisty.

I like this one.

[bigdickevans]

i watched smile and wrote down my live reaction if anyone cares lol. long story short it was better than i thought it would be, the death/spooky effects were fun but it was kinda heavy handed with the mental health commentary

i went into this thinking it would be funny bad but. goddammit. ok i liked the opening.

the fucking back and forth shots of the main lady and the college girl’s faces, it set me up!!

then when it showed college girl had gotten up. idk man something about how empty and sterile the office is wigged me out even more.

and her cutting her neck was neato

at the title card now and alright goddamn it didn’t have to flash like that yeesh

oh also it sounds like this is just gonna be it follows but with suicide instead of sex

lord they’re trying to do mental health commentary. great.

ugh if i end up liking this movie i’m gonna be embarrassed

that cat’s dead. and nooo i don’t know that because i checked doesthedogdie.com

i was hoping the cat would smile lmao

WAIT THE BOYFRIEND

WHO IS HE

SLKJFLKSDF IT’S A-TRAIN

i’ve decided this takes place in The Boys universe

sorry i got so distracted by a-train that i forgot to say that main lady seeing the dead girl in the dimly lit kitchen did freak me out.

we’re back to the mental health commentary.

why does the cat have such a big fucking bowl

Young cop(?) dude gives me the creeps.

Haha sassy black coworker!! very funny and cool el oh el

ooooo i liked her passing the rooms and having to backtrack

bro is vibing stop snapping

im so sorry but this carl actor has a really silly voice

i feel like this boss also looks familiar

oh he was in designated survivor ok

actually i’ve been kinda constipated so maybe if i watch this on the toilet i’ll shit myself and finally be free

jesus this lady just can’t stop breaking glasses

none of this would’ve happened if you just KEPT YOUR HOUSE WELL LIT

WAIT STOP EVERYTHING

YOUNG COP CREEP IS THE EMO GUY FROM JENNIFER’S BODY

wow what a cast

i sorta missed the whole bit where she listened to the recording and heard stuff, i was unclogging my toilet

main lady and blonde bitch are sisters?? wow that went straight over my head until now. i knew they had to be related in some way? but i kinda thought the husband and the main lady were siblings

dead cat moment

love that they felt the need to clarify it was her cat lmao

when the boy picked it up it looked like really bad cgi

DAMN

TABLE SLAM KO

yeah babe sometimes you just gotta yell it out

SLKDFJLS THE PAIN ASSESSMENT CHART

im sorry… mental health preachy message aside, are you telling me the fiance had to look up the fact that mental illness can be hereditary??

for some reason i feel like the main character’s spiral happened way too fast

but to be fair i guess she does have that trauma with her mom, so maybe even though she works in healthcare she’d still be more susceptible to this line of thinking?

the number of times they say “crazy” in this movie is getting ridiculous

love a good smashed in head, i appreciate they didn’t add a loud noise with it considering the amount of jumpscares in this fucking thing

thank god horrible events always happen to artists so we can have ooky spooky drawings

these “coincidences” are so obviously connected it’s ludicrous that literally nobody noticed until now

I mean cops being inept is nothing new i guess

main character is being? unbelievably unreasonable here?? yes, calling a mental health professional is what you’re SUPPOSED to do when someone around you starts acting like this

i thought one of the whole points of this smile demon thing was that it could look like anyone? they haven’t really been utilizing that as much as i assumed they would which is a bummer

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO

loved that moment with the sister at the car

it is kinda neat that the death has to be super dramatic so it inflicts as much trauma as possible

but also couldn’t you just do something traumatic that doesn’t involve murder or suicide?

like pretend you murdered someone or killed yourself in a crazy violent way in front of someone so they believe it happened, orchestrate a big practical joke

the demon voice is goofy

putting a knife that big up your sleeve seems like an atrocious idea

LMAO AWESOME DREAM

it’s like in chainsaw man. the whole door thing with denji. i’m not elaborating bc i don’t wanna spoil anyone.

the mom is kinda hot

lol i like how slowly rose closed the door

ooooooo!!!! suddenly tall mom!!!

i’m a tad disappointed with the monster design :/

HELL YEAH you thought a house fire could kill a demon?? lmaoooo

I TAKE IT BACK THE MONSTER DESIGN LOOKS RAD

rose the throat goat

hell yeah love a good person burning

[danger-r-98-5]

Tender Loving Care

  Read it Here on AO3!

For as long as John had known Arthur, the older man had always known what he needed.

When he was young and needed space, rather than coddling, to feel safe with the dark purple blue bruising still fresh around his throat.

When they were riding from one camp to another in a mad dash away from the law, throwing an apple or dried meat at him and telling him to eat when his body still didn't know it could tell him that he was hungry, a feeling rarely ever sated in his youth before the gang.

Even when he was older and struggling with an infection from the ragged wounds that tore open his face, watching his bandages for signs of healing and dripping ice-cold water through his cracked and dry lips.

And now, years and miles away from the life that always turned on those who lived it, Arthur still knew what John needed.

Never mind that John was always a little less than willing to accept it.

John had injured himself while helping to repair the fences on one of their pastures, wire had sliced through his gloves and into the meat of his palm when it snapped, ricocheting up the inside of his arm even as he tried to pull away.

It was a freak accident, no one's fault, and despite the amount it had bled it had only required a handful of stitches from the local doctor.

It would leave a nasty scar, though, another one to add to his already extensive list.

Maybe that was why Arthur was doing this, ushering him inside and drawing a bath, he noticed under John's annoyance that current of self depreciation that they both seemed to share, that made him short and snappish at even the best intentions, and Arthur did have the best intentions, but John couldn't stop himself from growing annoyed with the gentle way the man was handling him “I don’t need ya coddling me” he eventually snapped when Arthur's hand was resting on his arm, most likely to guild him up from his seat and toward the bath, like it had been his legs injured rather than his arm.

Arthur turned from whatever he had been looking at to face John and lift a brow, “oh?” he questioned mildly, his other hand coming up to John's arm before his demeanor made a subtle shift, chin dipping and smile twisting into a more of a sarcastic smirk.

He used his height to tower over John and his gentle touch grew firm on John's arms, fingers digging in and nearly bruising, making John grow stiff from the sudden shift “well” his voice was more of a growl “ya sure as shit don’t need it rough boah” John flinched at the man's tone and the man's demeanor immediately shifted again, face softening and grip loosening, thumbs brushing over the tender sting where he had gripped moments ago “c’mon” he spoke gently tugging lightly “baths ready”

John's head spun from the was Arthur swapped so quickly, but he didn’t fight it as the man pulled him into the steam filled bathroom, just grumbling mildly as the man helped him get undressed, careful of the angry stitched up wound that still ached on his arm.

When he stepped into the warm water, he shivered at how good it felt, not complaining as Arthur held his shoulders and helped him down into the bath until he was laying chest deep in the steaming water.

He expected the older to leave once he was settled snugly into his bath, but all Arthur did was sit down on the edge of the tub and reach for the soap “ya know” he spoke mildly “ain’t no shame in lettin someone take care of ya”

John huffed and sat forward when Arthur nudged his shoulder “I don’t need someone ta take care of me” he muttered pulling his knees up to rest his chin on them, keeping his injury out of the water as Arthur rubbed the soap against his back, large warm hands making him shiver and flinch before almost involuntarily relaxing into it.

“Ain’t bout need neither” Arthur drawled easily, cupping water over John's back to rinse away the soap before he was encouraging John to lean back again and ducking down “besides, feels good don’t it?” murmured into his ear and making John shiver before the older man was moving and continued to wash him.

He wasn’t in any rush, drawing a sopped up cloth over John's skin in soothing motions, avoiding his most delicate parts and rounding the tub until he was on John's injured side, slowly dabbing at the wound while John looked at him with half open eyes, Arthur looked peaceful, content with taking care of John never mind John couldn’t understand it.

“Why are ya doing this?” he finally voiced his question, unable to wrap his head around what the older man got out of this, out of anything that had happened since that wire had dug into his skin and the older was rushing over to staunch the bleeding with his own bandana.

Arthur hummed and glanced up at him, “what ya mean?” he questioned before going back to the injury, inspecting every stitch like he hadn’t been standing over the doctor's shoulder the entire time.

“Why are ya doing this” he lifted his other hand and motioned between them “takin care of me, s’it cause of what we got going on tween us or” he trailed off, they didn’t really talk about their relationship, the way they had danced around each other before John left and the way they had fallen into bed together at Clemens Point and kept at it, a sort of open secret that no one talked about.

A chuckle from Arthur pulled him out of his thoughts and made him look at the older man who was shaking his head before putting a hand on the edge of the tub for balance and leaning down, hovering over John for a moment with a fond expression, “ya ever think I’m doing it cause I want to?” he challenged before dipping down and pressing their lips together, kissing him softly before curling his spare hand around the back of his neck “lean back”

Dazed by the kiss, John followed the older man's orders, leaning back and tilting his head to wet his hair before sitting back up, closing his eyes as Arthur ran his fingers through the damp locks, slowly working on untangling them before picking up the soap and rubbing it between his hands.

Once he had a good lather, he put the soap down and returned his hands to John's hair, rubbing his scalp and making the younger man hum in pleasure, body finally fully relaxing under the other man's touch.

Because Arthur had always known what John needed, for as long as they had known each other.

Why would this be any different

[magicalincorrectrobodokiquotes]

TVTropes Associated With Each Doki Clip (Part 4)

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Transformation Sequence

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“With our lovely hearts, the future will start!” The magical girls, now holding hands with Robodoki in the center, recited the speech while quickly spinning each other, transitioning to a playful embrace. Then they dramatically faced the enemy as they completed their second spin, posing with widened stances and salutes over their foreheads.

“We’ll make yourheart race! Magical Robodoki!”

Transformation Sequence

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“Oop. Slight glow.”

“Sounds like a warning that you two will be needed in under five minutes.” Redacted winced, nudging Guy with his horns.

“Eh? Whuh-” Guy rubbed his eyes. “Why is my compact glowing?”

“Here, read this.” Booloo handed him the note with a cloud on it.

PING

“Oh, just read that while I answer this.” Booloo got on her communicator. “Yes?”

Not A Morning Person

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“Attention all visitors, five minutes until visiting hours are over.”

“Ah fuck.” Nate groaned.

Helen and Guy were dozing together, making the others giggle.

“I ship it.” Booloo geeked. 

“Same.”  Buzz smiled.

“Pssst, pssst.” Averynudged Helen.

“…They’re REALLY asleep. My curse made stuff happen.” Booloo giggled.

“Heeeeeeelen?” Averycooed.

“What?” Helen’s voice was both hoarse AND tired.

“Visiting hours are almost up.” Roxannelaughed.

Sleep Cute

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“Guess what Bob did.” Helen snarked as Milan was trying to clean everything up.

“Sugar rush?” “Sugar apocalypse.” Schmitty groaned.

“Sugar Nuclear Bombing!” Ellie grinned as a feral Bob stood behind them like a feral animal.

“Same damn thing.” Schmitty groaned. “An apocalypse is caused by a nuclear bomb.”

“Look, Schmitty, I’m just gonna spread a little chaos. Besides, you should SEE the wads of toilet paper in the mens’ room.” Ellie smirked. 

“Oh no.” Schmittyshivered.

Oh Crap!

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“I NEVER KNEW STUFF LIKE THAT COULD BE THAT SMALL.” Pika freaked.

“Welcome to my dreams; usually it’s a lot bigger.” Schmitty confessed before blushing. “Too much information?”

“…Yeah.” Guy motioned to Pika, who was stumbling around trying to get away, eyes still covered. “Poor girl’s 20.”

“As if your dreams aren’t ball-filed too.” Schmitty joked playfully.

“You two…” Pika groaned. “Just…unsummon it. We’ve gotta find whoever fell asleep and wake them up. Like…uh…there was like this Disneyland ride or something where they entered the human body and fought an infection, and I think some 3 year old died on it? That but dreams. And less death.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but now I’m kinda intrigued.” Guy pointed out.

“Fair.” Pika conceded. “…Let’s just see who we discover first, and PLEASE unsummon that, Schmitty.”

“Fine, I’ll see how I can get rid of Cookie…” Schmitty said and tightly closed his eyes again. After thinking really hard, Cookie was gone and in its place were warm chocolate chip cookies and a tall glass of milk with a silly straw. “Better?”

“Much better.” Pika sighed. “…Now I’m just hungry.”

Shower Scene

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“Bobby-kun?” Aianna waved a hand in front of his face.

“Oh?” Bob blinked before rubbing his eyes.

“The force is strong on the weak minded.” Booloo smirked.

“I get it, I was up late, working on my stories, Bobby-kun. I’m sorry.” Aianna cooed and hugged him.

Yawning, Buzz nuzzled up to Aianna. So did Bob.

“…Oh!” Aianna blushed.

“Look, just give Buzz a break. 7 coffees in 1 hour is a lot.” Nate mused.

“And that’s your 9th cup since you got here.” Roxanne snarked.

“Hey, I wasn’t dissing him, I was relating to him! Sheesh.” Nate was jittery.

Must Have Caffeine

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Cookie went on the phone. “Actually, I think Dairy Queen’s better…”

He placed a call. 

“Hi, I’d like to order a cake for…2 hours from now?” Beat.

“You can do it? Great! Uh, pink and orange icing with the words…’Happy Birthday Avery’ on them. Maybe add some gears, if you can draw them. If not, just draw hearts.”

Guy was still in hysterics. “It’s a dick, Cookie!”

“…Ignore my friend, don’t ask about our attempts to bake AND sculpt a cake.” Cookie groaned. “Great! I’ll pay in the store. My name is Cookie Masterson.” Beat.

“35 bucks sounds good. See you at 5.”

Birthday Episode

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Fright-Induced Bunkmates

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Avery grinned and struck a pose “EXPERIMENTABULOUS!”

“NICE ONE! Uh-” Booloo posed. “If someone told me it was wrong to have hope- that’s too long for a catchphrase but WOOOOOOOOOO!”

“Good news, Cookie’s conscious again.” Schmittyreported, dressed as a very colorful mummy. “Did Helen tell you?”

“Yeah.” Boolootwirled into a piece of string. “Now nothings gonna- OOF!”

She tripped, the string breaking.

“-I’m okay! Who left a tripwire here?”

Halloween Episode

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“Mmmmph, Cookie…I swear to God…” Schmitty opened an eye. “What now?”

“I can’t sleep. But I also don’t wanna anger Guy.”

“Cookie, what time is it?” Schmitty sat up, stretching.

“2 am.” Cookie stressed.

“So, go to bed.” Schmitty placed a pillow on his ear and turned away from him.

“Schmitty…” Cookie groaned. “Schmit, I’m in a tight dilemma!”

“And I’m tired as fuck…” Schmitty muttered.

“Look, if I don’t say anything, I won’t be able to sleep. But if I say something…I don’t wanna anger Guy.”

Schmitty threw a pillow at his face.

“SCHMITTY!”

“Take the fucking hint, will ya?” Schmitty cursed. “Good night.”

Sleep Deprivation

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“Mind if I try a lullaby?”

“Sure. Knock yourself out.” Pixel sighed.

Niji just grinned and began to run around more, making Pixel sigh.

“There’s always tomorrow, for dreams to come true

Believe in your dreams come what may

There’s always tomorrow with so much to do

And so little time in a day…”

Niji paused, looking around.

“We all pretend the rainbow has an end

And you’ll be there my friend someday

There’s always tomorrow for dreams to come true

Tomorrow is not far away”

He blinked a little, slowing down and wandering around.

Booloo held his hand as she sang, leading him to the bed and helping him up.

“We all pretend the rainbow has an end

And you’ll be there my friend someday…”

He groaned and began to close his eyes, still a little bit hyper.

“There’s always tomorrow for dreams to come true

Tomorrow is not far away…”

He was out afterwards, now completely calm.

Tired After the Song

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“Oh, go super fast. Then our lives will flash before our eyes!” Redacted suggested.

“NO.” Buzz cursed. “You’re gonna make Guy cry again! No Guy crying!”

“Fine…” Redacted muttered.

“Floor it as we leave.” Ellie whispered.

“A NO is NO.”

“Kill joy.” Ellie muttered.

Avery nodded. “Besides, I know a bunch of anti-speeding PSAs to give everyone in this car nightmares for the next decade.”

“REALLY? Man, no wonder they blamed Canada in that movie.” Redacted muttered.

Prone to Tears

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“Oh boy…” Kiruru sighed as it studied some compacts.

“Anything else?” Roxanne was puzzled.

“So, all ye really need t’ know is that they have no idea what’s goin’ on. Glossy eyes, hidden wi’ the goggles. COMPLETELY dozin’- just tryna keep ‘em still is hell.”

“Language.” Schmittyscolded.

“What Polly means is that we can’t keep them still long enough to undo it.” Wheelerexplained. “There’s nine of us and one of them.”

“So you called for Team Robodoki?” Aianna asked.

“So we called for Team Robodoki.” Wheelerconfirmed.

Simple Solution Won't Work

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As they said those words, the background behind them transformed into a pastel blue with Js made with gears forming behind them. They waved their hand over the mirror, causing it to float into the air and for their entire body to gain neon orange shorts and a shirt.

“Mecha, Mecha, Lovely START!” they yelled as they immediately began to spin, the compact following suit as it landed on their chest.

There, it solidified into a metallic chest plate, transforming into a built in jewel as a white lab coat fell on their shoulders. As they put it on, the magic then continued down in the form of welding flames creating their tangerine shirt, then the neon orange welding flame outlines on the bottom edge of the coat opening, as well as a neon pink meander belt. The pixels then surrounded their big, baggy loose sleeves as they crossed them into an x shape, and thrusting the hands out to the sides added both the gloves and the details, mainly the pastel blue and pink Js layered on their gloves

Then, a welding flame went across their face from left to right, summoning their visor as it went. Their hair then lengthened and poofed up like the mad scientist detective from Weapons Drawn, with the process changing its color to neon orange and gaining pink flower clips to separate the two poofs.

Then, they began to smile and fly around in the air as various mechanical arms placed elements of their outfit on their body. This gave them a poofy orange red skirt accented by white gear patterns, short white rain boots with neon pink and orange Js on them, and half neon orange, half neon pink tights. Avery then waved happily as an orange backwards J-shaped keyblade shaped very similar to Robodoki’s heart collision key fell down, to which they caught and used it to launch in the air. Then, as they landed, they put it behind them and began their speech.

“The power of creativity that’ll work up a storm!”Avery covered their hands across their heart for the first part of that sentence, awkwardly chuckling as they rubbed their neck. Then, they spun one last time and widened their stance, their left hand forming a J on the left of their chest.

“Call me Robomecha, cause I’ll make your heart spark!”

Transformation Sequence

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Getting the Baby to Sleep

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The Rise and Fall of BellmoTheGreat

Bellmo The Great. Once a well loved and respected figure online, now one of the most notorious criminals on this platform with very few still watching him. But how did this simple man go from normal content to most notorious man on the internet? Let us dive in as we analyse the rise and fall of BellmoTheGreat.

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Born in 1996 in a hospital in some city in Victoria Australia BellmoTheGreat spend much of his childhood going to school and playing video games and school and more games and family stuff and just in general a lot of un-interesting stuff I’m obligated to talk about anyway. He was a pretty un-known person on the internet for a long time. Until that fateful year of 2014 when he decided to create a DeviantArt account.

He began life on this account uploading pics he drew using premade bases of his Brony Persona. These works garnered relative popularity especially due to Bellmo being pretty involved in the brony community. And he would continue to do this for several years. However, after a while he stopped! At some point in 2018 he quit doing stuff with premade bases and his last pony sona related pic was uploaded on February 12th, 2018. When asked about why in interviews he responded with…

“Wait, you set up this whole interview just for that? When you could of just DMed me? Dude, there’s no deeper reason as to why I stopped, I just fell out of wanting to do stuff premade bases. I never fell out of the show, I just fell out of wanting to continue making this particular stuff… Oh my God, are you really writing down everything I’m saying?”

This end of his pony era would then mark the beginning of a new era. Before this final pic he would get his first ever commission in 2017 of his new human OC Mikaela in the coils of the Pokemon Milotic. And then, the snowball of paying other people to draw for him continued. With more OC’s and more pics coupled with pics of non-OC characters and all were of human looking character compared to the ponies he was doing stuff with before hand. Despite this, his reputation would not faulter. In fact, he gained even more of a following than he did in the past with these comms. And he would enjoy relative success for a few years longer with his content ranging from stuff involving hypnosis, coils, latex and all other strange interests he has.

However, it wasn’t until one day his true downfall would come! As one day, while he was out with a personal friend of his for lunch a once follower of Bellmo’s was  tailing him with a recording device and recorded THIS chilling conversation! Viewer discretion is advised, some might find this disturbing!

Bellmo: “… So, would it be a hot take if I said that I thought the Gamecube wasn’t as perfect as everyone makes it out to be?”

Friend: “Umm, yeah! That is like the hottest take you could ever say right now when everyone freaking loves that thing!”

Bellmo: “Not surprised. I mean like obviously I’m not calling it overrated because I DON’T think that and I absolutely hate that phrase to begin with but I still feel like people REALLY love over selling this thing and it’s games.”

Friend: “I mean to be fair the games are actually pretty good thought.”

Bellmo: “Yeah I am not denying that at all and they are great games but I’d hardly call them perfect either. Nothing is really. Super Mario Sunshine has physics so awful I’m actually amazed anyone was able to beat this game as a child, sailing the Great Sea in Zelda Wind Waker is nowhere near as fun as exploring Hyrule Field for me personally, Super Smash Bros Melee is considered the best in the series yet only two characters in the whole thing are ever played and they are only the best because of broken mechanics, F-Zero GX goes WAY to overboard with the difficulty, Pikmin’s product placement in the original release was so awkward it made me question if this whole thing was originally intended as an advertisement, in fact the only Gamecube era game I can say I really love is Zelda Twilight Princess but even then that’s more from me growing up with the Wii version and not the Gamecube one. Oh, and there’s also the fact that the Gamecube houses the worst version of Metal Gear Solid 1 which doesn’t help it’s case.”

Friend: “Doesn’t the Playstation 2 also house a weaker version of Resident Evil 4?”

Bellmo: “Yeah but at least that version was just a port and wasn’t a from the ground up remake that went to far in a few places.”

Friend: “Heh, true. Hey, let’s just be grateful were not having this conversation online because people would have a melt down over this!”

Bellmo: “Hey, if they got upset at me for a simple opinion then that says a lot more about them than it does me!”

Once this conversation was recorded the once fan of Bellmo’s got home and uploaded it for all to hear. And only a second after it did it went viral. Bellmo would soon become the target for many news outlets and social media backlash. Including none other than Pyrocynical making a video about it.

“Now, you all know I don’t really care about this petty small dick energy level drama BUT FUCK IT! THAT’S ALL ANYONE CARES ABOUT ANYWAY SO I’M GONNA TALK ABOUT IT!”

Some even looked into his past and saw some stuff truly disturbing. His first ever video game console was a PlayStation 2. And since then, he was gone on to own a PlayStation Portable, PlayStation 3, PlayStation Vita, PlayStation 4 and even a PlayStation 5. When these details went public, he was then outed as a PlayStation fanboy and soon his follower count dropped even lower than ever before. Eventually Bellmo would come out about the incident a few days later on his socials. And what he said in response was…

“Okay first of, please don’t stalk me like that out in public! It’s creepy and I have a life outside this account people. That is a good way to make someone scared to leave their house. Second, I grew up with a Gameboy Advanced alongside my PlayStation 2 in the early 2000’s, many of my favourite games from the late 2000’s were Wii exclusives, I have both a DS Lite AND a DSi on top of the 3DS being one of my favourite handhelds, I got a Wii U only a few days after its launch and also a Nintendo Switch a few days after its launch. In fact, for a while I would often buy the Switch versions of games I already had anyway just because “Portability.” Not to mention one of my favourite franchises ever began life on the Gameboy Colour. How in God’s name am I a ‘PlayStation fanboy?’”

Despite his words, Bellmo’s attempt to correct the situation fell on deff ears and it was instead seen as nothing more than damage control to gain followers back. But the general public was  not having it. He lost ALL his followers and respect with his watcher count being dropped to -1 and it was mainly dropped to that number specifically because of a glitch. Not even the general public was having it as seen by this clip of him trying to buy a used game as a used game store.

Bellmo: “Yeah hi, I’m looking for a copy of Grand Theft Auto Vice City please? The copy I’ve had since childhood barley works and is damaged beyond repair and I REALLY need a replacement thanks.”

Store Clerck: “Hmm, yes. And I’m guessing that will be for PlayStation 2 right?”

Bellmo: “Umm, yeah thanks. My original copy was the PS2 version, the PlayStation 2 is one of my favourite systems of all time and…”

Store Clerck: “Not even willing to give the Gamecube version a chance?”

Bellmo: “Excuse me? Vice City was never even released on Gamecube.”

Store Clerck: “Oh but then again you probably won’t want to buy ANY Gamecube game anyway!”

Bellmo: “I mean, have you seen how expensive some of those games are? Honestly, even as someone who loves collecting physical media those games it’s honestly just easier to emulate them than blow over $100 or more on a 20+ year old game.”

Store Clerck: “So you’re a pirate as well!?”

Bellmo: “I’d hardly call it piracy if most of those games aren’t even being officially sold anymore.”

Store Clerck: “I’M SELLING THEM!”

Bellmo: “Yeah, and none of that money is going to the original creators anyway.”

Store Clerck: “Oh but you WILL buy used PS2 games though won’t you!?”

Bellmo: “Yeah, because they (most of the time) are way more affordable.”

Store Clerck: “Just say you hate the Gamecube mate, it’s not that hard!”

Bellmo: “Dude, I just want to buy a copy Vice City to replace my old broken one and go home please.”

Store Clerck: “Say it!”

Bellmo: “Oh fuck this, I’m going home and playing the PC version.”

Truly a terrible display.

So where is BellmoTheGreat now? Well, he has a stable job and good friends and is going by his day-to-day life drama free… Wait, that’s not how these things usually end! Who wrote this!? Isn’t he meant to be in jail or homeless or something!?!? Guys, seriously! This isn’t meant to have a happy ending! He needs to be down on his luck! There is no happy ending for those on the receiving end of drama!!!