#i mean bug in the least technical definition!

[judasgot-it]

I’m in love with your writing like omg🩷could i request what kind of lovers are Dazai, tecchou and Nikolai?

(english is not my mother tongue so i dont mean cheat btw…)

IVE BEEN WANTING TO GET TO THIS ASK FOR A WHILE BUT I HAD TO TAKE A BREAK AND AAAAAA

I have SO many headcannons about these fools oh lord. Also hoping I got what you meant cuz I won't lie I am a bit SILLY.

Headcannons: what kind of lovers are they? Dazai, Tecchou, Nikolai

Dazai

He sees his own misery inside of you, which he thinks is romantic. He thinks its beautiful that the two of you can understand each other's suffering in a way no one else can.

I don't think I need to state that while this is romantic in a literary sense, it's a major red flag

Dude would 100% want to do things that he thinks are "romantic" for couples to do together.

For example - murder-suicide, robbing stores together, double-suicide, arson, planning each other's funerals-

Man has a sick sense of romance and death

But he can be romantic!! Sometimes.

Despite being young he knows how to actually take care of his lover - at least in technicality

What he really enjoys, however, he has to suppress

That cold cold sick heart of his wants to isolate them, keep them away from everyone - but he knows that isn't really a human thing to do

So the type of lover he really is the kind of guy who can really only bond over either sex or when you're drunk/sad over the past

dude wouldn't even be able to have sex without crying or would have to do it in the dark, like he just gets too emotional and insecure

100% obsesses over your own trauma and will take any time he can to talk about it - but never his own

sorry dude has red flags ALL over in my mind, I just don't think he would do happy stuff because he would think it's very fake

He can't enjoy any happy occasion, especially dates

definitely thinks weed, deftones, and sex is a good date

Don't date this man if you try to break up with him he will come to your doorstep whimpering and crying telling you that he's gonna kill himself and that you're the only one for him even though he cheated on you

he just strikes me as a messy kind of person

Tecchou

Wants to be your hero. He knows your strong - but he wants to be strong for you. You deserve to be protected from the dangers of the world.

He believes in justice and is a MASSIVE dweeb for "playing the hero"

Man has good intentions that are EXTREME

So yea, he is a bit of an extreme lover

If he can, he'll protect you from anything. It's just his thing

He will try to eradicate all of your fears. Scared of the dark? Your house is brighter than the sun. Scared of bugs? sad, but he will chase them away.

Does this mean he's good at romance? Not really. He'll do anything you tell him too though

Literally anything. Almost. He wouldn't kill someone, but yea that man would 100% try a lot of weird and freaky shit.

would also not care if you weren't into sex. pretty sure that if he likes someone he is just LOYAL lol

although tbh he doesn't strike me as the horny type he just is too dedicated to his job like I'd give it 20/80

idk if he's a freak either like he's probably seen some weird nasty shit so he either is the most vanilla man to walk this earth or is into some weird ass shit.

(I bet it's cake sitting or some food shit. He and Ranpo are too similar, they would both be into weird food shit)

ANYWAY Tecchou is one of those guys who would do cute shit like open the door for his partner everywhere and hold their bags

It's very sweet. Bro 100% lifts.

probably calls while at work which is terrifying and horrible cause you'll hear gunfire but he'll pretend it's normal

Man is also technically property of the state so just know that if you're in a relationship with him you will always have someone stalking you, as you are now a threat to national security

but it's worth it for Tecchou <3

also, he has a huge bank account I bet but would buy either useless gifts or upgrade everything his partner owns cuz he probably only wears his military uniforms and compression shirts.

What's he gonna spend his money on, really?

Nikolai

The world is cruel and predictable, especially with people like him. He hates someone having control over him, so he would only love someone if he chose to - which is fickle at best.

AHHHH omg he's so hard to pin down because Nikolai 100% would be the worst person to have as a lover (jk)

Hot and Cold by Katy Perry esq

Like, 100% if he loves them he LOVES them but if he hates them? he HATES them

but I don't think he really changes his emotions that much, he's sensitive but not so drastically

Definitely is an interesting person to love - would do crazy and weird shit for his lover

doesn't do normal dates. he's a magician, everything is a trick with him

probably gives riddles and doesn't wait for them to be solved - they just lead up to silly dates or gifts. The gifts are probably tame like a drink they like or like, flowers. Maybe some random fingers if he saw that a server was rude.

Does the bottle up his ass trick a lot. or says "do you like magic in bed?" and then never pulls his pants down he just shows every single magic trick he knows.

Listen. that man is WAITING for an audience he will take any chance he can. He'll even pull out some tricks while in the middle of doing it. Let him show you his magic tricks, he practices very hard on some of them.

ranking him as the type to be an exhibitionist and a bit of a freak - how much? idk but he has his coat so who knows what kind of stuff he has on him.

also don't get into a philosophical convo with him this guy will start to talk all sorts of crazy

or political

unless ofc there's common ground then CONGRATS

also I feel like he would be a gentleman. Would probably bring his lover flowers and shit.

once brought oranges though. never explained why.

sorry about the NSFW but I needed the giggles. I did in fact giggle

[serinemisc]

@youzicha trimming a bunch of reblogs from Pointlessly Nonliteral Translation.

But I still don't like the two examples in my post above. It's admirable when somebody solves a difficult problem in a creative way, but producing "could mankind really be on the verge" is not difficult, you just look at the words in front of you. What made Woolsey so sure that what he writes is better than what the original author wrote? I guess what bugs me about this is that it is disrespectful, in the sense that he only does this because he doesn't respect the source text. If he was given a highbrow novel to translate he surely would not rewrite it, but he thinks this is schlock that doesn't matter. And yet, the game sold millions of copies, and we are still talking about it 30 years later—maybe it was not so insignificant after all.

I think the thing is the thing where you gotta unfocus your eyes and look at the big picture and not the sentences and words, you know?

I just got to a point in Honkai Star Rail where a guy is like "as a senior in the field, I'll give you some free advice" where something like "as the more experienced one" would have worked a lot better. This is the sort of thing that happens when you get too fixated on how to translate sempai (technically the Chinese xianbei but same thing).

I do understand that your point is "you can do a translation without adding in your own interpretation" but my point is that it's actually really hard to do that without making it sound awkward.

Speaking of Honkai Star Rail, it just translated " 'Kindness' is my pronoun" to " 'Kindness' is my middle name". I actually really like that one (Chinese doesn't have middle names). Uh, that wasn't relevant, I'm just playing Honkai Star Rail right now.

To be clear this was just an exercise for learning Japanese, it's not advice about how to do professional translation. But if you try, for most prose text I think it's quite possible to follow these rules and produce something that still sounds like natural English. I think that's a realistic standard to compare other translations against.

I presume you've read a translated light novel? Those read noticeably more awkwardly because they're usually closer or more literal translations. I would assume that avoiding that is the main reason most other translations take more liberties.

I think translated light novels are probably somewhere around the amount of literalism you prefer, so I just want to point out that I at least find them annoying to read in English, and that probably says something about general preferences.

(Why is a translated light novel more literal? My guess is because in a game, the thing you want to preserve is the plot, while in a book, )

To be clear, I definitely don't think that translating literally is obligatory or is an end in itself. I post about the virtues of literalism, but that's because I think the overall discourse is too one-sided and everyone takes it for granted that "literal is bad".

When I watch anime with friends, I like to infodump about the differences between the Japanese and the English subtitles, but usually, if I dislike something, it's usually an attempt to translate a word that could have better been done with a rephrase ("sempai" to "senior", very commonly). So while I agree that both extremes are bad, that informs which side I'm generally pushing for.

I think you sometimes overestimate how much impact the lack of a common ancestor language has, when something is maybe explained by a particular grammatical feature in isolation.

I mean, this is just my experience, finding sentence-for-sentence translations flow a lot better between Spanish and English, than between Japanese and English.

But yeah I dunno, it's not out of the question that my highest fluencies being in English/Japanese/Chinese makes me assume that something like English/German are more similar than they actually are. But I still feel like I'm right. Like, what PIE language would have a chart like this?

[o0anapher0o]

Okay, I know I’m late to the party and this has probably been discussed to death, but I have thoughts and they need out.

I’ve been a Star Trek fan all my life so I’m very familiar with writers on a show going “You know what would be a cool idea? A surprise reveal that retroactively changes everything. Plot holes? What do you mean plot holes? It’s called texture.” But even with that background the Iris is Carlos’ secret wife plot was one of the dumbest, least well thought out reveals I have ever seen and that includes Spock getting a surprise secret sibling twice.

It’s just created this weird Discworld-logic phenomenon where Carlos in season 4 has been married to Iris for nearly ten years, but they definitely weren’t married last season (or at least in 1&2). And here’s the thing that bugs me so much: I understand why they wrote it and it works for the characters, it just makes absolutely no sense within the established canon of the show. Like, do I believe Carlos is the type who would get hetero married to his best friend to placate his parents and then not tell his boyfriend about it until he absolutely had to? I love Carlos, but yes, 100% he would do that. Unfortunately we have absolutely no indication that he so much as met Iris before 4x01. The way Carlos story had been told before it makes no sense narratively or emotionally.

In season one Carlos is introduced explicitly as Michelle’s friend and it’s heavily implied they only met through the investigation of her sister’s disappearance. While that is never explicitly stated and I’m willing to suspend my disbelieve here, the fact is that Carlos is involved in and contributes significantly to the investigation, an investigation he wouldn’t get anywhere near if he was Iris’ husband, in fact he would likely be a main suspect (from a police perspective the situation is that a (white) woman, married to her (latino) husband disappeared after a fight with her boyfriend. Once she was presumed dead the most likely scenario is that either the boyfriend or the husband did it).

But even if we neglect realism in proceedings (which, fair in a show that has a fucking volcano in the middle of Austin), Carlos being best friends and married to Iris would have had a different emotional impact. For one thing his relationship with Michelle would be different. As we see him, Carlos is a friend to Michelle, supporting her in her loss, but there is no indication that they share that loss. And if Iris had been Carlos best friend you cannot tell me Michelle wouldn’t have thrown that in his face everytime he tried to get her to accept that Iris might be dead. Michelle is not one to refrain from a little guilt tripping if it gets her what she wants. But she is also an empathetic person, who would have told her friend when they found Iris alive. (Technically the hospital would have probably called him that they had his wife but) there should have at least been an attempt to contact him when she does find her. As it is we don’t even see Carlos find out about Iris being alive and Michelle literally tells Owen before she even considers telling Carlos (literally she doesn’t even look at him when he comes to the firehouse to pick up TK).

And it continues in season two. If Carlos was married to Iris (and his parents canonically know about it, which is of course the point) then his relationship with his parents in season 2 doesn’t make any sense.

Carlos is estranged from his parents because he believes they don’t accept him being gay and them not having talked about it since he came out to them means they’re still hoping it was just a phase and he would change his mind. The thing is if Carlos came out as gay to his parents at 17 and then married a woman 2-3 years later that hope/opinion would be entirely justified because to them that would have been exactly what happened. Even if they know the marriage is basically over, he still married a woman after he told them he never would so he must have changed his mind, right? How are they supposed to know the marriage was the error and not the coming out, especially if they never talked about it. There is a huge difference between ‘I don’t want to rub their noses in [something they might not like me for]’ and ‘they think I’m not actually gay because I went so far as to marry a woman to make them happy’. One is not advertising your queerness were you think it’s not welcomed the other is deliberately stepping back in the closet. In the latter case it makes no sense for Carlos parents to accept his sexuality and relationship with TK without at least asking about Iris and confusion at meeting Carlos ‘friend from work’ would have been justified.

Tl:dr Carlos being best friends with and married to Iris doesn’t make sense with anything established in seasons 1 and 2. It doesn’t work for his relationships with the people who would have known about it and it doesn’t work from a purely practical this-is-how-the-world-works standpoint either. Carlos in the early seasons did not know Iris and had no relationship with her beyond her being his friend’s missing sister.

[buckevantommy]

Arranged marriage and online friends au! 😊

Buck realises after two months of emailing back and forth that he doesn't actually know what Tommy looks like. And it's bugging him.

It's not like he wasn't aware of it before; Tommy has been a faceless presence across the digital void, features interchangeable with B-role actors and strangers on the street until Buck had given up trying to put someone else's likeness to someone unlike anyone he's ever met. Still technically hasn't.

After this long, he considers Tommy a friend. Buck just wishes he could put a face to the words.

There have been context clues helping piece together an image of what he might look like - brown hair (at least no one noticed the mud in my hair. I'll have to make sure to schedule time for a shower next time I want to take Annie for a jog in the park before a work event), defined muscles (not that lugging around spare car parts isn't its own workout, but I do have a standing appointment with my trainer to get to. I'm sorry I have to cut this short), tall (Granted, it's easier to get a good look at an engine when you have the height to bend over and not lose your footing) - but no descriptions and definitely no photos (unless you count the pics of his rescue dog Annie and a cameo appearance of his sneakers, which Buck wants to but they don't exactly fill in the blanks).

It probably doesn't matter. It's not like they're ever going to meet in person - Buck is on the west coast and Tommy's on eastern time. They can't just casually meet up for coffee when there's a dozen states between them.

He's not sure Tommy would even want to. Because while Tommy has tossed a few crumbs of his appearance Buck's way over the past eight and a half weeks, Tommy doesn't have to wonder about Buck in return. Because Buck had linked his insta account in his second email. It was the quickest way to show Tommy the state of his beloved Wrangler Renegade given he was at work and it was currently taking up space in Eddie's yard. Tommy sure knows his engines, even from photos that likely didn't show the whole story. With Bobby and Eddie's help (and with Chris being more help than Eddie) they managed to pinpoint the problem thanks to Tommy - something multiple mechanics couldn't nail down let alone fix, instead giving Buck the same excuse of how an old engine with that many miles was bound to give up the ghost sooner or later.

Buck took the jeep up the coast for the first time on his recent 48 off - the first time since his cross-country tour led him to the 118 and a few weeks in she'd stalled out and hadn't been the same since. But there was no sputtering, no chugging fits, no weird noises. Just miles of highway being eaten up under her wheels.

And he couldn't even picture the face of the person he wanted to thank. Maybe it was silly, or petty, but Buck couldn't shake his annoyance at Tommy having never sent him a photo of himself. He totally gets the anonymity of the internet, especially with forums, but he really thought they were becoming friends. Thought they'd keep emailing even if they managed to fix the Renegade.

He also hadn't heard from Tommy in over a week, so maybe that was adding to his irritation. And worry. As soon as they got her running smoothly, Buck posted a video of the jeep to insta and sent Tommy the link. He posted a few more pics of her on the road north and thanked him in the caption:

couldn't have done it without your help T 🌅🚙💻🛠️

Tommy knows how much this jeep means to him, and the more Buck thinks about it the more certain he is that the radio silence isn't like Tommy. He was looking forward to an update! It was the last thing he wrote: Keep me updated!, exclamation mark and all. Maybe he had to go away suddenly for work. Or his computer died. Or his email got hacked. Maybe something happened to him - he could be hurt, or sick, or worse. Maybe he read your emails and saw your posts and knows he fixed the problem so now he's done with you.

Buck stews in that thought longer than he should. It's not impossible, it just. Hurts. He likes Tommy. And screw distance - he wants to keep emailing and getting to know each other. Maybe Buck will get called out east for a nautral disaster (okay, not a great reason) or some kind of specialty training program. Or Tommy will travel out west for work.

Work which he's been pretty vague about, come to think of it. Buck doesn't actually know what he does - some kind of office-type job, going by the mentions of suits and gladhanding. Tommy knows Buck is a firefighter in L.A., but the nature of Tommy's work has been left mostly up to Buck's imagination. Maybe he's a special agent. Or a criminal. Or in witness protection. Or maybe the thought of a secretive existence helps soothe the ache of his abandonment issues; Tommy would reach out if he could but extenuating cirumstances are stopping him.

It happens to be a q-word shift which means no calls to distract him. Pocketing his phone, Buck sinks into the couch and turns on the tv desperate for something to take his mind off Tommy. Taylor Kelly is reporting from the studio these days, no longer chasing stories with a cameraman in a shady white van.

"..And now to political news. Vice President Kinard today announced the long-awaited engagement of his son to the eldest daughter of prominent Senator Olivia Ortiz. Thomas Kinard is the Vice President's only child, and the union is expected to strengthen ties.."

As Taylor talks, photos overlay on-screen: a professional family portrait complete with closed-mouth smiles; a young man - Thomas Kinard - in a khaki flightsuit standing in front of a military chopper; a college graduation gown.

"..Thomas Kinard minored in Mechanical Engineering.."

Another image: tall and broad and now with a mop of brown curls competing in a marathon and helping someone cross the finish line with their arm slung over his shoulders.

It's a minor detail. He doesn't even know why he notices. But Buck's eyes are drawn to his sneakers: Thomas is wearing a black pair with white half-trim and a reflective trapezoid on the heel. Not anything unusual, except that the guy he's helping is wearing a neon yellow pair that somehow didn't catch Buck's attention.

The next image shows an animal shelter and a small crowd of volunteers in candid and posed photos. In one of the candid shots, Thomas can be seen crouching to pet a familiar looking dog.. Annie.

No fucking way.

"..Tommy?"

doing this thing

[unholydeukae]

Just imagine being between Handong's legs as she looks down at you all mean and her pants straining a lot on the front.

Maybe Gahyeon has been a little brat, so now she's naked with a collar around her throat and the leash in Handong's hand. She expects to be fucked hard, but Dongie will just make her suck her off and no matter how much she whines and grinds against her shoe, she will threaten her with putting her in a chastity belt...

=)

Hello hello :) I assume you're referring to this picture? (Even if not, it definitely fits your idea)

Not gonna lie, Gahyun naked and only in a collar... Holy shit. Do you know these heart-chain-collars? She'd look all pretty in that, looking expectantly up to Dongie, unaware that she's not the one who's gonna get it tonight. I think Dongie is really into being worshipped so I could see her command Gahyun to tell her what a perfect Mistress she is for her, how much she loves being her sub, how she would do anything for her. Probably also some physical worship, making her plant kisses and stuff up her legs and thighs (even over the pants) but not yet allowing her to touch her crotch.

I bet Gahyun is even pretty eager to please, at least in the beginning, because she hopes that if she's good, Dongie will fuck her extra nicely (jokes on her, she won't get fucked at all, but she doesn't know that yet). Dongie, obviously, experiences quite a rush from seeing Gahyun so obediently on her knees and doesn't tell her that all her efforts are pretty much useless.

Once she's satisfied with Gahyun's doings, she makes her pull off her pants (maybe she'd make her use her teeth, just for her personal entertainment) and repeat the whole "I worship your legs" process. At this point, Gahyun is probably already a bit annoyed that she has to be obedient for such a long time without getting any kind of stimulation herself but she's not yet far enough to actually complain. Dongie is obviously aware of that and pushes Gahyun further, allowing her to place kisses and little licks on her balls - she knows that sucking dick is maybe not the girl's favourite thing to do but she likes it nonetheless and especially when she thinks it's beneficial for her own pleasure. So of course, Gahyun is visibly bugged by not even being allowed to blow her. She might even complain but there's always the silent threat of a chastity belt, so she tries her best to stay silent.

Every time Gahyun (accidentally) licks Dongie's shaft instead of her balls, she receives a hard pull on the collar, making her choke and immediately remember her place. I feel like sometimes, Dongie enjoys demonstrating the superiority and power she has over Gahyun even more than actual stimulation. So it probably takes until her dick is leaking precum constantly and nearly touches her abs because it's so hard for her to finally let Gahyun touch it (or lick it. No hands allowed. Actually, maybe Gahyun's hands are tied behind her back 👀). Also, she definitely makes her lick off the precum from her stomach before she lets her take her dick in her mouth.

I bet Gahyun is so desperate at this point that she moans as soon as she takes Dongie in her mouth. Since she's pretty big, it's hard (read: technically impossible) for the younger girl to take her completely in her mouth, also because of the angle, but it's not like Dongie would care about that. More like the opposite, whenever Gahyun bobs her head down and doesn't go down as far as Dongie wants her to, she pulls the leash and even though tears spring to her eyes, the girl does her best to force more of the dick down her throat.

It only happens once or twice that Gahyun tries to let the cock completely out of her mouth to get a full breather but Dongie doesn't see that happening. As soon as the girl moves too far up, a heel digs into her back and forces her back down. Dongie likes passively edging herself by playing with her sub but at some point, even she is close. A bit before she's too close to hold back, she grabs Gahyun's hair with her gloved hand (the leash is in the other) and gives her one single command "breathe in" before she pushes her head as far down on her cock as possible without making the girl throw up. She clearly feels how she's deep inside her throat, how tight it is and when she pulls the leash (for testing purposes only, obviously) she can feel how it slightly presses against her through Gahyun's throat.

Of course, she only holds this for about ten seconds; she might be a strict and fierce Mistress, but she's not cruel. Still, Gahyun wheezes and coughs when she's let up to get air back into her lungs. Dongie enjoys seeing her in such a state, the puffy lips, tear stained eyes, make up smeared across her face - there's only one thing that would make her face even prettier. "Jerk me off." is the next command (she even opens the handcuffs for that) and Gahyun obeys, too shaken by what she went through just now and too hopeful that she'll still get fucked afterwards.

Dongie grips her hair again when Gahyun wraps her hand around her dick and makes sure that she can't move her head anymore. It doesn't take long for the mistress to cum and she purposely positioned Gahyun's head in a way that every drop of her semen lands on her pretty face. Satisfied, she pushes her head away from her to have a better look at the work of art she created.

Gahyun is a whimpering mess now, her wetness has probably spread to her inner thighs already and she wishes for nothing more than her mistress's dick deep inside her pussy. Since she's often more generous after she came, the girl decides to try it with some puppy-eyed begging, pleading to be fucked or at least gotten off in any other way. Dongie pretends to think about it, tilts her head and taps her chin before she says, "alright. You were obedient enough today, so I'll grant you one orgasm. I allow you to hump my shoe to get off. You have five minutes. Starting now."

I think we all hear the disappointed gasp that Gahyun lets out but she knows there's no other chance for her to get off - especially because Dongie tends to say "oh, you didn't want to use this opportunity? I guess you don't need orgasms that much at all then, I'll remember to not give you as many chances anymore then" and she definitely does not want to risk that :) and it's not the first time she has to make work with such a dishonourable way of getting off after all...

[itsdeathofabachelor]

Okay so I’ve recently got invited to a game of manhunt by the kids in my trailer park so I’ve decided to make this:

How the Stardust Crusaders would play man tracker!

(With some other headcannons sprinkled in)

Kid game rules:

- You have to say you’re ‘it’ if asked

- No climbing trees or drainpipes

- Can’t hide on property not every else is allowed on

- No ‘T’ (time out) while getting chased

Kid Jotaro

- pretty neutral at first and expects to get disinterested and leave early but never does

- He’s not the one who starts the game but is always the secondary recruiter for finding other kids to play

- The fastest runner

- Could easily leave everyone in the dust the moment they get ambushed

- But he doesn’t because he’s stubborn and thinks it’s sissy shit to leave everyone else and then run off by yourself

- The most fun he has all week

- The fastest and strongest but gets hungry and thirsty the most

- Will ignore it to keep playing

- Has gotten sunstroke at least ten times

- Holly starts implementing rules because of it (drink two bottles of water before lunch, granola bars in his shorts pocket that have to be wrappers by the time he comes back between games where she’ll give him two more, etc or else she’ll call him inside and not let him play the next week)

- Still doesn’t finish all the granola because Holly overestimates how much he can eat

- Will share his snacks

- Polneraff is the one who bugs him the most for them

Kid Kakyoin

- Blown away he’s being asked to play at all

- Like, nervous

- He’s excited at first, but then he gets so nervous it’s all a joke and everyone’s actually pranking him that he gets sick to his stomach and has to sit out for the first game

- So kid Jotaro sits out with him because he’s been playing all morning and needed to drink two bottles of water before lunch anyway

- Then he feels better and Jotaro does most of the talking for him back in the group (“No, take him out from getting picked. It’s his first time playing so it’s not fair if he has to be it”)

- Then after a couple games spanning the day he turns into the kid who does all the planning and strategy

- Then after a couple weeks of meeting up and hanging out, he becomes: “Guys guys guys shhhhh I saw them over there by that house. . . So that means they could come out from behind it or at its sides— or circle to the front— and cage us in! Guys guys are you listening to me? Come on! C’mon, c’mon!”

- Can be weirdly aggressive when it comes to the rules

- Him and Polneraff butt heads the most over rules, because Polneraff will come out with some ‘Well technically because you didn’t say you were it—’ ‘I did!! But I did!!’ ‘Well I didn’t hear you, so it doesn’t count’ and it will make Kakyoin genuinely upset

- Kakyoin has never been around kids his age enough to become genuinely upset, he doesn’t know how to process it or how to regulate himself

- He’s definitely the kid who gets overwhelmed and has to go home early

- Jotaro walks with him

- He doesn’t know what to say so he usually walks silently beside

- After around a month or two of summer break Kakyoin started holding his hand as they walked (he had seen his cousin and her friend do it all the time, and he hadn’t had a friend to understand what the difference between girl-friendships and boy-friendships were, so he assumed he could hold Jotaro’s hand)

- It helped him feel better

- After that, when they were hiding in the game and Kakyoin was whispering fun facts to Jotaro wherever they were hiding, Jotaro would seek out his hand and hold it

- Eventually Polneraff stopped overwhelming Kak on purpose because when he left Jotaro usually went home too and then the whole gang dispersed

- Kakyoin and Polneraff are usaully the ones with the most scratches and bruises because they take the game the most seriously, and therefore run the fastest and take the most risks in order not to get caught

- The rule ‘No climbing up drain pipes or trees’ was made because of Kakyoin

- Him and Jotaro stick together the most because Jotaro, after first introducing Kak and speaking up for him, now has Kak speaking for him

- Which is great and Kakyoin knows a lot of cool stuff so he just sort of listens as him and Kakyoin hide in some insane place like under Joseph’s truck in the driveway

- Whispering, “and the starfish too, I like those. There’s a lot of colors, too. There’s ones that change color because of camouflage. And the different var. . . Var-ee. . .” “Variants.” “Yeah. And the different variants—”

- Gets caught mostly because Polneraff learnt to listen for Kakyoin’s voice

- Polneraff told him to shut up once and Jotaro yelled at him

- Which scared him genuinely shitless because Jotaro had never raised his voice

- He did the little kid looking around and clearing throat thing like ‘don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry’

Kid Avdol

- really independent kid

- Took care of himself and his parents sometimes

- The oldest out of the group

- Polneraff scouted him first, and he’s known Polneraff the longest

- Got pulled in by Polneraff’s direct nature (“So you’re from India?” “Cairo, it’s in Egypt.” “So, like, is that near India? My dad says Indians are crooks. And lie a lot. Do you lie a lot?” “I don’t think so.” “Are you lying?” “Uh, no.” “Okay. I like your hair, why does it look like that?”)

- He’s not used to actual transparent curiosity when in a predominantly white neighborhood who toe around his race in conversation

- Polneraff also acted the same way towards Jotaro when he moved in a year or so after

- Kakyoin was the only one somewhat spared from it (“Another Jotaro? Why are you so short? Jotaro isn’t short. Are you sure you’re Japanese?” “Yeah, he is. He’s never played before.” “Oh okay. Are you gonna play with us? Can you run fast?”)

- Because he’s so independent from such a young age, he’s never really known how to be a kid

- So really, in the long run, Polneraff being so immature while being close to his own age was a real eye opener for him

- A refreshing one

- He’s queit, but not as quiet as Jotaro

- He’s more, ‘I’m thinking’ quiet

- But Polneraff is always searching for affirmation so he’s sort of come out of his silence in that way

- He came to realize it was actually really fun to just talk for the sake of talking

- His parents mention he’s been a bit of a blabber mouth since meeting that kid down the street with the dirty sneakers and perpetual sunburn, but his mother smiles behind her hand when Advol lights up and jogs over to meet him

- He’s mostly Polneraff’s support but he doesn’t really take any of it seriously

- He doesn’t tell Polneraff that though

- Him and Kakyoin get along too, but he compared him and Polneraff’s similarities together once so they both avoided him for a whole game until Polneraff finally said he was mad at him

- If he and Jotaro were left in a room together for two years they’d probably exchange two words (“Hey.” And “Bye.”)

- Schoolwork comes first, for everything

- Then chores

- But Polneraff is done his own school day by then

- And is sitting on the counter

- Soon, it became Polneraff sitting on the counter, Jotaro on the sofa, and Kakyoin hovering over Avdol’s shoulder, asking if he needs help with anything

- Years later in university, he wishes every instance with them all together would’ve lasted longer

Kid Polneraff

- the kid who started the game and asked everyone to join

- Thinks he’s the shit because it’s his street they’re playing on so he knows all the best hiding spots

- Is the most hard headed and thinks he knows best

- Him and Kakyoin butt heads the most

- He pulled his hair once but never did again after Kak bit him

- They barely tolerate eachother sometimes but for the most part make up instantly in that little kid way after a round of juice and cut up fruit from Jotaro’s mom

- They always go back to Holly after a game to fuel up because Avdol’s mom is out working late, Kakyoin’s wants him to get out the house to hang out with his friends more (she’s worried about him pushing away the only human connection he’s had since his cousin before they moved), and Polneraff’s needs a break between loud-ass kid Polneraff and his baby sister.

- Best paired with Advol because he knows it’s a game and doesn’t take it as seriously as Polneraff so he does whatever he says to do, even if it results in them both getting caught

- He’s also the kid who yells ‘T’ when about to get caught

- They had to make the rule of ‘no T while getting chased’ because of him

- Drove Kakyoin up a wall

Young Joseph

- First introduced to all Jotaro’s kid friends when at a family bbq at Holly’s

- Suzie Q was too busy talking with some girlfriends and Holly setting out the tables

- When all the kids come back from their third or fourth game for some fruit, he thinks ‘yeah sure why not’

- complains about his back while running around (mostly to get one of the girls attention so they could fawn over him, it will never work and has never worked. Suzie Q actually rolls her eyes at him)

- Lets Jotaro catch him when he’s it

- When he himself is it, he runs after Jotaro clutching his chest (“Damn, you’re fast Jotaro! Been practicing without me? That’s cheating you know!”)

- Does it because he thinks Jotaro trying to hide how happy his is that he’s faster than his Jiji who fought all these super cool monsters (from the stories he told him before bed when Holly told him not to because Jotaro would get too excited to sleep) is super precious

- Joseph totally notices and it nourishes his soul

- He thinks Polneraff is a little shit and pretends to lunge after him to make him scream

- Polneraff asks about his arm first, but Kakyoin is a close second after getting over his initial shyness

- He’s the one telling Joseph all these fun facts Joseph already knew, but is genuinely surprised this little kid did

- Tells him he’s smart, and to remember him when he’s a rocket scientist so he could hook him up with a private jet, and Kakyoin turns really red

- He’s not used to adults telling him he’s smart and not creepy

- Also not used to the casual touches, like Joseph reaching down to noogie his head a little, or pat him on the back

- Over the months of hanging out with everyone and playing he grows to trust and respect Joseph, and to look up to him as a parental figure

- Starts visiting Jotaro more often because of it

- Helps Joseph with his Japanese

Now what if they were the ages they were in part 3?

(Ignore everything I just said above, these guys are fucking around with man tracker for the first time)

Adult game rules:

- No stands

- No throwing rocks

- No fistfights

- No other weapons (Polneraff tried bringing a real sword because then technically it wasn’t his stand and Jotaro punched him)

- After Jotaro sees you, you have a fifteen second headstart (this only applies to Jotaro, and for good reason because otherwise the game would not last very long)

- No throwing other players (Joseph tossed Jotaro into a stream and Holly noticed the fatass bruise on his forearm)

- No cutting through backyards

- No mercy (or ‘pausing’ the game unless every agrees)

Jotaro

- “I’m not a fucking kid.”

- Gets physically defensive, arms crossed, isn’t having it

- Likely agrees only after Polneraff acts super cocky and it pisses him off (“Well, I’ll be the last one standing either way! Doesn’t matter who plays or who doesn’t.”

- Or Joseph makes a bet for a pack of cigs with him (“if you win Jotaro, next week’s beer is on me!” “I’ll make you put your money where your mouth is, old man.”)

- He sort of wanted to play anyways and if everyone had actually went on without him he’d be smoking by himself on the tailgate of Joseph’s truck feeling upset but not accepting the reason why

- still embodies that one kid who runs in circles around the slower kids

- Doesn’t take nearly as long to get used to the idea of playing as it does Kakyoin

- After one game he’s into it

- Like, fully charging

- He’s the fastest, and the rule ‘When Jotaro sees you you have a fifteen second headstart’ is a must when he’s it

- It’s terrifying

- just because Jotaro sees you, doesn’t nessisarily always mean you’ll see him

- Which adds an extra insanely terrifying layer to the game

- He’s the one everyone knows to look out for, and are constantly looking out for

- And if he’s it, everyone’s asking where he is or if anyone else in the group has seen him

- He’s like the grim reaper

- Goes for Kakyoin first because he likes being it with him the most

- Polneraff tried telling him he couldn’t just target Kakyoin but Kakyoin politely interjected saying it was fine

- He didn’t really like running around knowing Jotaro was Out There to Get Him

- When they do play, they’re likely around a street with kids already on it with their parents, and Jotaro running full speed after a bunch of other muscular guys squealing for their life ( it’s Polneraff doing all the squealing but no one mentions it) confuses the fuck out of them the first time they see it

- Then Joseph is jogging close behind laughing his ass off (“Jotaro give the guys some space to breathe will ya!”) and he lingers around talking to a family he knows (it’s his house they’re playing on the street of when Holly came to visit with Jotaro. Polneraff, Kakyoin, and Advol just happened to have nothing going on and as Joseph is cannonically fucking loaded everyone just sort of piled on a flight and came over too)

- Kakyoin is long jumping over a park fence, Polneraff is trying to clamber over it, and Avdol’s pants are caught on the chainlink all the while Jotaro is getting closer and closer and everyone is looking visibly more and more scared

- Joseph is recording and continuing his convo at the same time

Kakyoin

- took the longest to get used to playing

- The first game he felt silly, like, really embarrassed

- He never did this sort of thing as a kid, what if someone sees? A bunch of grown men running around chasing eachother? What was he doing? He should be at home cleaning or doing someone productive. Maybe he should say his stomach hurts and go home

- It’s not like he’s lying. He feels almost queasy

- He doesn’t know why

- He gets caught on purpose the first and second game so he could justify lingering behind the other person already it, but on the third he’s honestly surprised how Jotaro’s so into it

- Like, he looks up to Jotaro a little, he has a powerful stand and is the most levelheaded guy he knows

- He’s smart and quick thinking and does super cool badass shit all the time

- Kakyoin doesn’t think he’s ever seen him do anything ‘fun’ like this that wasn’t a substance before

- Looking around, he realizes everyone else is taking this seriously, and not only that, having fun

- So he does too

Avdol

- tried to sit out and watch from somewhere in the shade with a cold drink

- Joseph drags him in before he could make it to the truck cab and open the cooler

- Slips into the nostalgia pretty easily and while not taking it seriously, finds the atmosphere of youth and the company of people who aren’t aware of how stupid they all might look to onlookers refreshing

- He was the one to tell Polneraff not to throw rocks

- Then he was the one who looked despairingly at Joseph after Polneraff said he started throwing them first

- Then he didn’t really have to worry about it anymore because Jotaro picked up a treetrunk piece from the park tree line they ended up at and threw it at all of them

- He didn’t use star platinum, just raw strength

- Kakyoin is hot on their heels, and because of his insane ability to make strategies up on the fly, when Avdol is it and catches up to him and cages him in Advol genuinely has to act serious with it because Kak has the brains and the brawn to execute really amazing plans considering they’re playing a kids game

- He escaped Advol

- He nods along when Joseph pats his shoulder and thanks him for letting Kakyoin get away (“Best not to go too hard on him. Don’t want to scare the kid off.”)

- He didn’t

- He actually tried to catch him

- He’s going to talk to Kak about some more serious stand-arrow related missions he might be a good help on

Polneraff

- is so sure he’s going to crush these nerds

- Does not

- Is under constant harassment from Jotaro after his high claims of beating his ass in this ‘little kid game’

- He gets more and more serious about winning the more he loses

- Kakyoin actively avoids him, but by some twist of fate gets stuck with him more than he would’ve liked

- If not with Jotaro, he’s getting dragged around by Polneraff as he’s frantically trying to escape the earthshaking footsteps of Jotaro getting closer and closer

- Complains the most about the rules if they don’t let him cheat

- Advocates for the rules the most when they’re to his advantage

- Gets scolded by Avdol when Advol isn’t scolding Joseph for something he likely saw Polneraff do first and he decided to join in

Old Joseph

- Back does not hurt

- no faking any injuries because the second game he tried it to evade ‘it’ Kakyoin and Jotaro fully ditched him to run away

- Jotaro does not think ditching dumbasses is sissy of him, and Joseph is the dumbest of asses

- Goes full sprint all the time

- Probably has the best strategy if he actually took it seriously

- He doesn’t

- Instead he chases everyone around and just goes with the flow

- He will be the last one standing or at least the main two

- He’s the only one who can even remotely keep up with Jotaro, if just barely

- Loud, Jotaro finds him usually because of him talking to himself or the person he’s with (who is usaully shushing him because they know Jotaro’s going to hear him)

- But he’s very rarely out of breath when being chased by the other crusaders who are it

[kirby-the-gorb]

reply roundup!

reminder that there's actual stuff on the patreon once again, link in the pinned post :)

@capitalismdisruptedmybarbeque added an [image description] for blanket, thank you!

also thank you for all the boops, what a good website feature.

@optimus-jetpack asked: What is your favorite Kirby game? Probably asked before but I'm new to Tumblr and I love your drawings

my actual favorite is epic yarn, but if we're talking mainline only it's either crystal shards or forgotten land! I grew up with crystal shards and the design in forgotten land is super charming (as is the design in epic yarn lol). and thank you!

on [do not fuck with me] @nogoinghomegame said: roman reigns

how does it feel to be the funniest person on this website? I still think about this and it's been 2 months.

on [quicksand] @graycoin said: Yeah...that sounds like a rough day. :/ I hope all that leads to something better, at least.

thanks. I'll get the rest of the paperwork turned in this month and then we'll see I guess -n- (and thanks for all your other supportive words too)

on [pudding] @xurkitreeking said: I want to eat your art, i feel like it would make a satisfyingly cronch like one of those puffed air chip

omg that's so nice??? like puffed rice or something yeah, I can totally see what you mean

on [pudding] @ceylonsilvergirl said: I know things like spills are technically so small, but when you’re already at the end of your rope it’s fascinating how something like this can send you into a crying fit. you held it together so well for so long, and this was the straw that broke the camel’s back

ugh yeah sometimes when there's already So Much you just look at it and you're like. haven't I already been through enough. but it's like, kind of a "safe" thing to get upset about? because it's obvious to anyone there that it happened and that it's unambiguously negative, even if it is only minor, and it's also not like you're taking space away from someone else or whatever.

on [reborn] @ceylonsilvergirl said: I’m not allowed to watch any more, after I laughed so hard I gave myself an asthma attack

that's so tragic, this world is in shambles

they also did a delightful [expansion] of [outline] that's just so fun honestly, I love that every single object has the same gormless expression that kirby already had lol

on [bug] @theraphos said: me irl, literally i was about to clean the tub earlier and noticed this baby spider that was seriously just a fuckin. dot. i somehow managed to get it in a cup unharmed

whenever there's a spider in like, the shower, or the sink, I always worry so much about it going unnoticed and getting drowned until I know it's moved somewhere safer (we are a pro-spider household)

on [injection] @fakejtwelve said: I hope new meds work well for you 💜

thank you! so far I feel about as bad as usual except that my nose is finally not congested. which I guess is something. (it usually takes a couple months to really kick in so there is still grounds for hope!)

on [ghost] @11-eyed-rook said: this purple is a good purple thank you

there are many good purples in the world :)

anonymous asked: what is kirby's favorite swear word

honestly I think he's partial to "fuck", it's just got a good arrangement of consonants in it. easy to apply forcefully to a variety of scenarios.

on [eyebrows] @joekingv1 said: *asks baby what is their secret*

they definitely do not have a brown marker hidden behind their back :) don't bother checking you can trust them :)

on [pumpkin] @beardedhandstoadshark said: oh my god. Look at the lad. so round, so happy, so pumped (ha) to be here. no candles in and already glowing. happy halloween to everyone but especially this pumpkin (also as someone who can't cut circles for the life of me, let alone small ones, this seems genuinely impressive)

thanks! tbh my partner just handed me a steak knife and let me go, I smoothed it out some by just kinda like, jamming a finger in there to mush down any particularly jagged parts. it was a small pumpkin which probably helped.

@edgywithaheart asked: opinions on terminalmontages kirbo ?

excellent shape, excellent face. not all the jokes are For Me but clearly others enjoy them.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

The Morally Grey Ch 3: It’s a Pre-Date ~Peggy Carter xFem Scientist!Reader

You get invited by Howard Stark to a scientist society’s presentation. After weeks of not hearing from Peggy, your paths cross and she holds you to a promise.

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: fluff, little angst, implied nervousness, scandal, teasing, pet names, etc…

Enjoy (:

Weeks past since you’d come across the female, British SSR agent who’d changed the course of your life. Or who chose to not change the course of your life, if you wanted to be technical.

The woman hadn’t left your mind since that day… Her memory stayed actively alive in your mind, even as you moved labs (at least the ones that the SSR had discovered), as you got back into the swing of inventing, and as you settled back into your daily, regular life. Your wounds had healed from that day, although you were left with two not so nice scars, one on your temple and one on the cheek.

On one of your just another day days, you received an invitation for a scientist’s society presentation hosted by the one and only Howard Stark. You had met Howard once or twice, and while he was indeed quite smart, you found him far to arrogant, scandalous, and risky for your tastes.

However, the letter said it was presenting a new type of bullet resistant armor, one that was “paper thin”. It peaked your curiosity to say the least… You doubted that he could have something better than what you had been developing, as you were quite certain that Stark didn’t have a material like Vibranium. But you were intrigued nonetheless…

So you found yourself driving up to one of the infamous Stark residences about a week later. You noted that no one seemed to have arrived yet… You were greeted by a man who introduced himself as Mr. Jarvis. He led you through the estate and to the backyard. Now your suspicion grew… And when you entered the backyard, it was confirmed.

There was no invention or presentation. Because in the garden stood only one person… Agent Peggy Carter.

“I apologize for misleading you Ms. L/N…” Peggy immediately apologized, “I needed to find a way to draw you out without leading the SSR to you. The safest way I know to do that was Howard. I wanted to see you, I—”

“It’s alright.” You cut the woman off in her rambling, “And Y/N is fine.”

“I’ll leave you two to talk.” Mr. Jarvis said, promptly leaving the garden.

The brunette smiles lightly and nodded.

“Peggy then, I insist.” She said.

You nodded in mutual agreement. The woman then indicated for you and her to sit. You two sat down and took a breath.

“Your wounds seem to be healing nicely…” she noted caringly.

You hummed and nodded in response. The air hung silent.

“Why?” You finally spoke up, “Why did you save me, Peggy…?”

Peggy sighed deeply.

“Like I said that night, you remind me of Howard. Albeit, you are most definitely not as scandalous, but neither you nor Howard belong in jail. You merely operate in a gray zone, which the SSR sometimes fails to understand.” She explained.

“Thank you. Again. I mean it.”

“I know.” She softly spoke with a small smile.

“How have you been…?” You asked the question that had been bugging you since you sat down.

“A lot has happened since I last saw you.” Peggy chuckled with another sigh, “My office dealt with a number of back to back pressing matters, one of which being the scandal of the Stark Trial, which I’m sure you heard about. A lot of it was a matter of life and death… So difficult to ignore. I do apologize for not reaching out earlier.”

“It’s okay, I understand.” You sympathized with the woman.

Peggy hummed in response.

“What about you? What have you been up to?”

“Oh Lots.” You eagerly answered, “Mainly studying and working with Vibranium. Lots of other little side projects.”

“I believe you owe me a little show of those little projects, hmmm…?” Peggy hummed, teasing you lightly.

You blushed lightly and nodded.

“I’-d- would love to…” you stammered.

“Good.” She chuckled with a pleased smile, “How about this next Tuesday at 9?”

“Sounds great…!” You quipped, finding yourself to be a little too excited for a mere show of your current projects…

“Lovely…” Peggy purred, “It’s a Date…”

D-Date…?? Oh God. Yes Please…!!

Your eyes went wide and your mouth went dry. You couldn’t do anything but nod slowly.

“I’ll need the address, that is…” The brunette coaxed you out of your embarrassing trance.

Your head clicked back into reality at her words.

“Oh right…! Umm…” you mused aloud, “Well Mr. Jarvis gave me his card, I can contact him with the information, and then he can contact you…?”

Peggy smiled and nodded enthusiastically at your plan, before standing up and insisting on escorting you back to your car.

“See you soon, Darling…” the brunette purred, as you drove away.

Oh God, this woman was going to be the death of you…

~~~

Peggy Carter Masterlist

[cease-your-release]

"You Mean The World To Me." (SFW)

Following a hard day at work, you and Copia retreat to your shared bath to unwind. (Fluff, 5,581)

Content warning(s): It gets a little suggestive, maybe?

I’m fighting off what I think is a stomach bug, so my proofreading skills aren’t top notch at the moment… technically I did but how much good is that when your vision is blurred from a migraine?

Also on Ao3!

Smut version here

You stand in the en-suite bathroom that you share with your partner, Copia, leaning over the wall of the tub to continuously adjust the water that flows from the tap.

The both of you had, quite frankly, horrible times at work, at least in terms of the work itself. Copia, in his tasking role as Papa Emeritus, had been especially swamped with forms to fill out and meetings to attend, which meant he was either confined to his office in frustrated silence or rushing to where the next conference would be held. He had always made time to see you, or at least call if physical presence wasn’t an option, but today there was absolutely no way he could fit it in. That’s how you knew something was off, but it wasn’t as if you could dwell on it for too long, because you were trapped under your own workload. Yours were much more body-oriented, legs weary and sore from the way they carried your tense body up and down the halls while taking things (which, of course, were not as light as you would have liked) to be delivered to wherever the Heaven you were going. By the end, both of you wanted nothing more than to collapse into the arms of the other, but once you two saw the state of your counterpart, your caretaking instincts kicked in.

“You start the bath, tesoro. Make it as hot as you’d like for those aching bones, huh?” Copia had told you before taking to the sink to deal with his papal paint, which by that point had faded and smudged from the amount of times he had mindlessly rubbed it in his stress. You had spaced out somewhat, and therefore didn’t notice when he disappeared into the main room, but you also didn’t have the energy to worry about it. The curiosity was short lived, however, as he came back only a few minutes later with a pile of folded clothes- pajamas, you gathered- and an armful of scented candles.

You move to help him set everything down, despite his protests, and together you arrange it all accordingly. Before you know it, a handful of subtle relaxing scents fill the room, the dim, warm light from the dancing flames only enhancing the mood.

While you’re doing that, the tub fills, and then you can finally partake in the hot water.

Copia steps in first, then turns back and holds out his hand to you. “Shall I help you in, then?” He asks, and it’s clear he rushed ahead just to be able to do so.

Amusement washes over your expression, which he grins at, and you place your hand in his before joining him. You both sit down, settling with his back to the wall and you facing him, sitting over his lap. “Is the temperature alright? Not too hot?” You ask, running your hands over his shoulders. Even after all this time of sharing the bath, you still can’t help but worry about that aspect.

“It’s just right, amore.” He responds with a sigh at the faint massage. The warm water surrounds both of you, and he leans back against the wall of the tub with a relieved groan. “I can’t explain it to you, but this is what I want right now…” He raises his hand, bringing it to rest upon your cheek. His thumb runs along your bottom lip, tracing the shape. “This… this is good. Everything right now is just wonderful…”

Your lips part under the pressure, then lightly kiss the finger against them, which gets a somewhat flustered smile from him. “Mm… how does your stomach feel?” You slide your palms to his abdomen, which is completely submerged in the bath..

Heavy stress would often lead to a feeling of nausea for him, which the bath could sometimes help with. It definitely didn’t hurt that you were with him, either.

Copia’s eyes flutter, and his lips part for a few seconds before answering. “It’s… much better right now, actually.” He tilts his head, and reaches over to rub your thigh. “And how does my baby feel? Are your legs still tender?”

You can’t help but beam at the name, followed by a deep sigh at his touch. “A little, yes. But that’s to be expected after such events, right? I’m just thankful I can still walk, really.”

“Of course, you’ve done a lot. I can’t believe you’re still so willing to take care of me once it’s all over…” He leans over to place a kiss on your collarbone, sliding his hands to give your thighs a caress. “Sei incredibile..” He moves his lips to just over your throat, and you can feel his touch traveling over your legs. “Are you ready, tesoro?”

You nod slowly with a laugh, a slight tickle caused by his kisses, your arms rising to hold yourself up by the wall of the tub. “Mhm, if you aren’t too tired for it.” You respond, leaning back and lifting your hips so he can reach more of you. “Oh, your hands are lovely..” You’re trail off into a silent groan at his touch, finding the prolonged tension has resulted in a noticeable tightness of your muscles, which were being soothed by the water and his hands..

“Look at you, amore mio.” He hums, watching and feeling the way you move under his touch, pressing his hands into your thighs and kneading the flesh. “Your skin is so soft,” His lips brush against your neck, leaving behind a trail of kisses as they go down towards your shoulder.. “but you are so tense.”

A sigh escapes you at that- his massage and words. “Oh, you know how it is.” Soon enough, he gets to a particular problem area, which pulls a noise from you. “A-ah!”

Copia’s body jerks at the sound, and he gasps. “Amore, I don’t think you understand how much-” His concern is cut short when your hands return to his shoulders, fingers working his tightened muscles just as he is with yours. “Ancora, per favore..”

“F-fuck..” You bite your lip and squeeze your eyes shut at the sensation of his touch, feeling your tension slowly melt away. You start kissing his neck like he did yours.

His eyes flicker with each kiss that lands on him, paired with subtle whines when your hands get to the especially tough spots. “Caro Satanas..” He holds you close for a few seconds, digits curling around and pushing into your calves, before relaxing slightly and leaning back against the wall. It almost feels like you’re one in the same- your bodies move in tandem, your hands relieving the other. “Don’t stop, baby, please.”

You grin against his skin, noticing the slump, and shake your head shortly. His breath hitches, lips forming a small ‘o’ shape while a shiver jumps through his spine.

“I won’t, don’t worry.” You reassure before moving to the other side of him, kissing there too. Copia’s fingers grip your legs, and his motions gradually increase in reaction to yours- they’re not fast, however. He’s so slow, so gentle with you, that you can tell he’s putting just as much effort into it as you are.

“You’re amazing at this, you know that? I- oh!” Your words are cut short with a groan, a result of him reaching another area of tightness.

After taking a moment to recover, you pull back and bring a hand up to his cheek, tilting his head to face you. You take in the sight of his love-drunk expression: dazed and half-lidded eyes that dart around your frame, lips parted under deep breath, and a lovely light flush that accents his sparsely freckled skin. “Pretty boy~” You coo, then press a tender kiss to his lips, one very calm and clement.

He looks at you for a few seconds and kisses you back, soft and slow, just like before. He eventually pulls away and meets your gaze. “You and I, tesoro, are amazing together. I’ve never felt so comfortable around anyone before, a-and- cazzo -We are like… one, but still our own persons…” He glances down at where his palms and fingers press into your flesh for a second before looking back up to you. “I need you..”

You smile at his profession and he pulls you chest-to-chest, groaning and sighing. “More of me? You can have as much as your heart desires, darling.” Comes from you in a whisper, a bit breathless. You lean in and allow your lips to trail his jaw, not quite reaching his neck. Then, you mumble something: “Meus es.”

The handful of Latin you picked up from mass sometimes pays off in some of these moments- it is called "romance language", after all.

“You called me yours…” He thinks. “I don’t want any more of you, caro, I want all of you.” He presses his lips to yours shortly, and smooths one hand over your skin, up towards your hip. “Questo è perfetto…”

“Mm, well, I’d say you have that already.” You respond before returning the kiss. You slip your hands underneath his arms and to his back, massaging what you can reach there. “My heart is so full of you, I can hardly call it my own.” You whisper into his ear.

Copia lets your words sink in, and he could swear he feels his own pulse beat to the pace you two move at. “I love you, dolce mio, more than I’ve ever loved anyone before.”

“I know, sweet boy-” You start to say, but are interrupted once again. “Ah, Copia, right there..” You bury your face into the crook of his neck, somewhat panting while he works on your hips.

He gladly obliges, right up until you find his own sweet spot between his shoulder blades. “Oh, tesoro, I- cazzo!” He gets out in a groan.

After roughly another minute of that, you both slowly stop and your hands come to rest on the skin of the other. His hold on you loosens, and one reaches up to pull your face to his. Before you can process it, he presses mouth to yours in a tender kiss.

“I love you.” Is the silent message between you two, only broken by the sound of breathing and the soft smacks of your lips connecting.

You return the kiss with just as much gentleness, and curl your arms around his waist. “The water’s so hot that now we’re all sweaty… What do you think about a shower?” Then, you glance down at your bodies, the perspiration beading from them. “But we’ll have to drain this water first.”

Copia nods, eyes half closed. “Yeah, that’s a good idea…” There’s a hint of concern on his face when he looks at you, his voice matching. “Are your legs alright? I don’t want to push you to walk if you’re too sore.” He says, moving to lightly rub one of your thighs again.

You smile at his question, and lean in to press a couple of kisses to his cheeks. “It’s positively adorable how much you care for me, sweetheart.”

“Thank you for the compliment, dolce mio, but I’d be doing a horrible job if I didn’t care for you like that.” He replies, accented by slight giggles when your lips reach his skin.

“I should be alright to stand for a shower, at least. If nothing else, I may just have to lean on you when it comes time to get back to bed.” You explain, then turn around and start towards the other side of the tub.

He sighs at the loss of your warmth. “And I’ll be right there beside you. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” A smile pulls at his lips after a second of thought. “It could be quite a nice moment, actually…”

You pull the plug from the drain, then stand with a grunt of effort, water falling and dripping from your figure. You shake some from your hair, though most of it may actually be sweat. “Oh, of course it would..” You remark with a grin. “My big strong man, hm?” You tease, helping him up to his feet as well.

“Oh, amore mio…” Copia watches you stand, eyes teeming with nothing short of admiration, and smiles at you as if you had used his favorite pet name. Once he’s up, he leans in for a faint hug, not seeming to mind the lack of clothing between you. You don’t either, since the temperature of your bodies is- quite literally -warmly welcomed after the chill of removing yourself from the water. “I will never let you fall…” He whispers into your ear.

You reciprocate the embrace, closing your eyes and pressing your forehead to his. “You’re very sweet, Copia. Thank you.” You mutter in response, then press your lips to his nose quickly. Slipping your hands away, you turn around and bend over enough to start the shower tap.

He chuckles at your words and kiss, but when he sees you bend over his eyes widen and a flush rises. He can’t help but get distracted, though fears that if he looks for too long he’ll just be staring. “Vale, caro mio… d-do you prefer if I look away?” Even as he asks the question, you can see him stealing glances at you.

You peek back at him, and swiftly turn your gaze back to the knobs. Though, it’s more to hide a growing smirk. Seeing him get so nervous about your body never really gets old. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before, right?” You respond, then stand upright.

“I… well…” The words don’t quite make it past his throat, and the blush grows on his cheeks. “I would just.. Feel bad if you found me staring, I-..” His voice drops to a whisper. “I think you look absolutely gorgeous, even from this perspective.” While he speaks, you feel a pair of hands on your waist.

You quickly look back at him over your shoulder and place your hands over his, thumbs running over the backs of his palms.

“Let me help you?” He asks in a mutter.

“Are you sure about this? Don’t push yourself, darling.”

He lets out a chuckle. “I’m not pushing myself,” He smiles and squeezes your hips, making his intentions quite clear. “but I appreciate your concern, amore.”

Before you can say anything else, he presses his face to your neck and starts to kiss along it, from your shoulder to just under your chin. And once he starts doing that, you can’t help but close your eyes and lean your head back, relenting. “Just take it easy, okay?”

Copia hums quietly- probably at the way you melted -before saying: “I’ll be fine, dear. I promise that loving you won’t break me.”

“Alright, I trust you- mm..” You angle your head to kiss his neck in return, and slide your hands up to caress his arms.

You feel him shiver, and he lets out a breathy groan that’s barely louder than a whisper. “I’ll never get enough of you, bello.” His grasp leaves your hips, and goes to your waist instead. At the same time, he slowly moves to kiss your back.

“Sweetheart, that doesn’t feel like helping me shower.” You comment lightheartedly.

“I know, just, eh.. give me a minute, schricchio?” His grasp tightens again, more reassuring and grounding than demanding.

Your eyes close, and you reach up to hold the shower bar for support. You can feel his hands working about you again, running his fingers over your waist, hips, thighs, and up to your shoulders and arms. It quickly builds into another gentle massage, pressure adding until you’re sighing and soaking up his touch all over again.

Occasionally, his hands brush your behind, which causes you to flinch- a little tense of the muscle is all, but even so, he notices. He laughs and presses more purposefully for just a second, all but groping you before returning to sweet little rubs. “You like it when I touch you there, don’t you?”

You chuckle in turn and roll your eyes.

Within some amount of minutes you’ve all but forgotten the original plan here.

“Oh, bene mio..” After a few moments, he leans in and kisses your face all over. “You look absolutely radiant..” He nuzzles your neck and whispers. “Ti amo così tanto.”

You’re snapped out of your trance, feeling his lips peppering your face. You smile, and try your best to reciprocate over your shoulder. “Mm… thank you, sweetheart.” You mutter, bringing a hand to his head and lightly scratching his wetted scalp. “I love you too.”

Copia hums when you touch his hair, and takes your hand. He kisses your fingertips, one by one, even the thumb. “There we go." He cups your face, then presses his lips to yours very gently. You can feel him breathe a sigh of relief, his face is absolutely flush - but not even because of what you just did, the sight of you truly affects him in such a way.

A slight giggle escapes you at his actions, and you sigh just as he did.

He peels away from your back, on the way getting a couple of soft pop sounds from his spine. Nothing painful, merely something par for the course at his age.

After a moment, you slowly stretch and roll your joints, which causes a deep sigh. “Satanas, my back, a-and legs…”

His eyes go wide at that.. “Are you okay?” He asks with concern, and you feel his hands grip onto you tighter. From his voice you can hear he’s genuinely worried. “Do I need to help you? Should I carry you? Are you hurt?” He asks quickly, the panic evident, along with a touch of shame. “What did I do? I was gentle, right?”

“Oh, honey, I’m fine!” You quickly reassure him, leaning in to kiss his forehead- though that produces another small noise of effort. “You were perfect, don’t worry. I meant it in a good way, they’re much better now.”

Copia lets out a breath of relief when he hears that. “Okay, good.” He says with a nervous chuckle, and kisses you back with a careful hug. “Can I have some rest on my love’s shoulder? I feel much better when we’re close.”

“After we shower, okay? The water’s been on this whole time, it’ll probably get cold soon.” You step away to retrieve a couple bottles of soap, handing one to him.

He nods and kisses you again, smiling. “Alright alright, no sleeping until we’re clean.” He looks down, which is when he gets an idea. “Here, let me help you with that first.”

You flush when you see him lower himself to reach, to wash your skin himself. “Oh, you don’t have to do… that…” But you know it’s no use. You bite your lip and look away, now a tad flustered.. “Thank you, I mean.”

“There’s no need to thank me.” He whispers, caressing your leg as he wipes you up.  He seems absolutely focused on this task, and you can tell he’s not unhappy about it, seeing him occasionally smiling up at you. He moves very attentively, even using a washcloth to make sure he gets it all. In his mind, that’s the least he could do- and it’s a nice way to see your face blush.

You can’t help the sigh that leaves you, because it feels somewhat like another massage to your weakened muscles. You watch from the corner of your eyes until it’s done, and run your fingers through his hair. “You’re very kind to me, my love.”

Copia laughs quietly and shakes his head. “You are amore mio, it’s only natural I take care of you. Just wait and see, it’s going to be my turn next, and I already know you’re going to treat me well, too.”

You smile at him, lightly scratching his scalp. “You know me, I can’t go a day without pampering you.”

He kisses the inside of your thigh, making your flush deepen, and lets out a small gasp. “Oh, you are so soft and smooth, it makes me want to kiss you everywhere…”

“Ah, but that will take a long time, and I want you to get in bed as soon as possible.” You respond with a subtle laugh.

He seems to consider your suggestion, and finally nods. “Alright, I will do as I’m told.” He kisses your other thigh and stands back up, although this time he wraps an arm around your waist and leans his upper half onto you. “Let’s get you cleaned and into bed, you hear?”

You smile at him and reciprocate the embrace. “Loud and clear, Papa.” You say with a giggle, then press your lips to his for a quick kiss before pulling back and getting started on your hair.

As you do that, he works on your back and neck very carefully with a cloth.

You hum at the feeling of him helping you wash the harder-to-reach areas, and look back at him. “Copia, there’s no need to be so gentle. I won’t shatter, you know that.” You reach behind yourself to press his hand a little more to your skin, the muscles tensing underneath his touch. “But… It does feel nice, and I appreciate it.”

“Oh, I know.” But he can’t help it. Your skin is so nice to him, and it makes him want to be gentle at all times. That, and the little scare from last time have a certain effect on how confident his strokes are. Even so, his fingers move a little more firmly on your back, gliding around at an even pace. “A-Am I doing alright?” He asks softly.

You nod, your eyes having closed after a few moments of him starting. “Mm… yes, you’re doing wonderfully.” Soon enough, you’re humming at the touch, somewhat resembling a purr.

Copia feels like his heart is overflowing with affection. You look delightful when he touches you, and you feel like pure bliss, like you’re the most precious flower in the world. He gets behind your ears with his free hand and speaks gently. “Just close your eyes, baby, enjoy it.”

You subconsciously try to lean into the touch, the tilt of your head making it noticeable that your lips are slightly parted. “That’s good…” You murmur, your tone on top of everything else making it clear that you may not be entirely aware at this moment.

His breath catches in his throat. He seems completely unaware of everything else- of the shower and all -as he leans forward and kisses you lovingly on the mouth. There’s so much love in his fingers and lips, you can practically feel and taste it.

Your eyes snap open, but just as quickly flutter shut, and you reciprocate. When you eventually pull back, you slowly open your lids, which reveals pupils blown wide. “What was that for…?”

He gives you a sweet smile. “Because I love you.” He says. He presses his palm against your cheek and caresses it, making sure you see his expression. He leans in close and whispers to you. “And because you’re absolutely bewitching tonight, you look so perfect..” He pauses. “..I want to kiss you forever.”

You exhale shakily at his touch, and nuzzle into his hand. “I don’t look any different than I usually do…” You remark, but his last sentence gets your attention much more quickly. Your gaze darts from his eyes to lips before you end up closing them again, then press a kiss to his wrist, which gets a quiet noise from him. “You could certainly try later, but we have to finish up here.”

Copia smiles gently. “And you’re absolutely stunning at all times, so I don’t see why I can’t kiss you whenever I want.” He gives out a small chuckle and a sigh. “I couldn’t have wished for anyone better.”

A smile spreads over your lips at that, and you pull his hand off of you to kiss the knuckles of it. “My turn to help you wash up?” You ask softly, looking at him with your mouth hovering over the back of his palm. “At least your hair, if you think it’s too much for me to touch your body.”

His hair is still dripping, and his eyes wander to your lips at your kisses. He’s snapped back into reality by your question, though, and clears his throat. “Your touch is never too much,” he whispers. “But… yes, just for now, honey.”

Your smile turns into an excited grin, and you waste no time in getting the shampoo into his hair. You turn him around so his back is to you, and begin gently working the soap into his scalp with your fingers. “You have such lovely hair..” You mutter, then lean down to kiss the back of his neck.

Copia lets out a little groan of relief and closes his eyes as you wash his hair, your words warming his heart. He really just loves listening to you speak. “Mm, you do too.” He whispers and leans his head back in an effort to receive more kisses.

You slowly trail your lips down to his shoulder, and rest your chin there. At the same time, you remove your hands from his head and have them come to rest on his upper arms. “I’m afraid it’s not as good as yours, love.” You press a quick kiss to his cheek before curling your arms around his waist, hugging him from behind.

He feels like he’s melting into you, like he might just lose focus and fall into a state of bliss. “I can’t believe it took me so long to meet you..” He mumbles.

“It didn’t take so long for us to meet as it did to realize we were meant for each other.”

He laughs slightly, and gives a short kiss to your forehead. “You’re right, and it was the best thing that could have happened to me.”

That was true enough. The two of you danced around your feelings like fools for a long while until, by some miraculous twist of fate, the fantasies from your mutual pining had all come to fruition.

“I-” His voice catches in his throat, bottom lip trembling slightly.

You give him a gentle squeeze to his torso, then reach up to slide your thumb along his bottom lip. “You’re shaking a little, are you cold? Come on, get under the water.”

Your touch draws his full attention. “Oh! Mmf- yes, it’s a little c-cold..” He smiles at you. “It’s nothing, no big deal.” He lies. Then he moves forward, stepping under the shower head.

You try to bite back a smirk that tugs at the corners of your mouth, noticing you must have flustered him. You don’t comment on it, only helping him rinse the soap out of his brown locks, accented with streaks of grey.

He then scrubs himself down, as do you, getting the areas that he didn’t earlier. Once that’s done, you take your turn in the water, letting out a deep groan as the bubbles slide down your frame with the warmth.

He watches them go, though has to tear his gaze away when it further exposes your skin. “Mmnh.. You seem to be enjoying yourself.” He sounds happy to see you relax.

You glance at him following the noise, but just as quickly return to the task. “It does feel rather nice…” You respond, just before finishing up. You lean over to shut off the tap, then squeeze some of the water from your hair. “Would you get the towels? I’ll help dry you off.”

He nods, and scans the space around him. “Alright, where are they..?” Before you can point out the rack on the wall next to him he turns, perks up, laughs, and says “Ah, here they are! I knew I wasn’t that blind.” He picks a few of them up, and wraps one around your body before beginning to dry you off, being particularly careful not to press on your back or legs too hard.

You smile at him, partially in amusement, and take a different cloth to lightly tussle his hair. “You know you don’t have to do that, love.” You say softly, but don’t make any real attempt to stop him.

Copia’s cheeks heat up at your touch of his hair. “I know I don’t have to, but I really do enjoy taking care of you.”

It isn’t very long before he’s done, though, and you start to dry him off in return, and he looks away with a flush forming.

“I like to see you smile…” He finally adds on, his words sounding like a shy admission. “so, it’s… it’s worth it.”

“You’re very sweet, you know that? I hope so, because I say it so much.” You finish with that and tie the towel around his hips, then you take another to continue with his hair, moving it about his head carefully. “It’s really nice when you do things for me. I’m still not quite used to it, honestly…"

He lets out a small chuckle. “Aww, really? It’s just a couple of small tasks, it’s not like I’m doing much.” He pauses, a grin growing while you work on his hair. “Do you actually like it that much? I feel like it’s nothing special…”

You nod. “Well, to you it may be small, but they mean the world to me.

“You mean the world to me.” He says, to which you can only smile at.

You eventually get done with his hair too, though it’s still a bit damp, and remove the towel. Then, you smooth it out a little with your hands, and use one to tilt his chin so his face meets yours. “Pretty boy…”

His gaze finds you when you tilt his head, eyes meeting yours once again, blinking quickly as he stares at you, his face heating up considerably. After a moment of silence, he leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

You melt into it with a small noise- something between a surprised hum and a whine- and curl your arms around his torso in an embrace. When your mouths separate, you rest your forehead against his. “You are quite the romantic tonight, aren’t you?” You say with a slight laugh. “We should get to bed now, I want to hold you for as long as possible.”

Copia lets out a breath at the contact, something so simple yet so important. "Mm, you're one to talk," He smiles and shakes his head slowly. "you get so cute and love-y when you're exhausted." he whispers, then looks up at you and asks: "Is that what you want to do? Just hold me in your arms and relax? "

“Hey, I’m not exhausted, it's just that my legs are a little weak is all…” You remark in faux offense. “...and my back.” You add. “But, yes. I would very much just like to have you close to me for the rest of the night. It.. wouldn’t hurt to be caressed again either, I suppose.”

He sighs and smiles at you, an expression teeming with infatuation. "If you want me to pet you tonight- and any other night, for that matter -I'll do it as much as you want. Don't be afraid to ask." He hardly stifles a little laugh, and then continues. "Heh.. There's nothing wrong with being a bit of a cat. We can be quite purrfect together."

A loud laugh escapes you at that, and you playfully nudge him away. “Oh, you dork! That pun was horrible!” But the grin on your face says that you liked it.

He lets out a hearty chuckle, the sound of your laugh making him feel warm. "Ah, well.. at least I'm your dork." He caresses your cheek and gently strokes your hair. "You can make fun of me as much as you like, I don't mind if it makes you happy.. "

You reach up and hold his hands where they are to your face, closing your eyes and leaning into the touch. “I am not making fun of you, Copia.” You say quietly, and begin making your way out of the tub with his hand in yours.

The two of you retrieve the clothes he’d set out before, which are the most comfortable satin pajamas either of you own, a matching pair you had gotten him for an anniversary gift. He only uses his on the most necessary days, and you just prefer wearing yours along with him, so you followed that idea by extension.

“Come on, let’s get to that bed, hm?” You ask after haphazardly buttoning up your top, half of your chest still exposed.

While putting out the candles, he responds. “Well, wait, have you had dinner? At least let me-”

“We can still have food delivered, right?” Your voice cuts through his offer.

He pauses to think.

“Eh.. technically, yes…”

“Then lay down and relax with me, won’t you?” You ask with a laugh, admittedly amused by his efforts. You pull his hand up towards your lips to kiss the back of it, watching him.

He smiles wide and relents, resting his head on you as you two make your way out of the bathroom. “Sì, caro mio… Grazie.”

Translations (Kind of):

“Vale” : “It’s worth it”

[bluegekk0]

what kinda food does each family member need in terms of calories and nutrients? like does Vyrm need more fats in his diet to assist with the blubber?

I won't go into a lot of detail cause admittedly I'm no expert on nutrients. So I'll just talk more about what they eat, I suppose. Particularly in regards to Holly and Grimm since they're both a bit unique here.

I'm not sure about which nutrients it would be specifically for Vyrm to maintain the extra fat under his skin, but he would definitely need to eat quite a lot in comparison to an average bug. I don't think he overeats, and I don't think he's at much risk of health issues related to his weight either. Wyrms naturally are supposed to have noticeable blubber-like fat, and I think it makes sense that in a reduced form he would end up looking a lot chubbier while still being healthy. In regards to what he eats, I mentioned before that he's an omnivore, which is the case for everyone in the family with the exception of Zote. So he needs to include fruits and vegetables in his diet as well, to at least some extent.

Lewk, Asta and Milo are basically the same case as him, in their case they need all the nutrients, vitamins and minerals needed for a pup to grow up healthily. Milo in particular, since he was born quite weak, would need a more carefully planned diet in order to ensure he doesn't suffer from significant health issues.

Hornet wouldn't differ much from Vyrm aside from needing less calories than him. She generally doesn't eat very much, she's quite skinny but that's mostly because she moves around a lot. She may also have fast metabolism inherited from Herrah, which would be another way to explain it.

Zote, like I said, is a herbivore, so he can't digest meat and thus he gets all of his nutrients and calories from plant-based foods.

Holly and Grimm are two unique examples, I'll start with Holly. They don't have an actual stomach in the same way the others do, and because their body is made from void, their nutritional requirements are also difficult to pinpoint. The void in their body does need to consume things in order to stay active, and it does so by absorbing food rather than digesting it. It primarily consumes meat, which implies that protein might play a big part, but I think it's capable of making use of any nutrients. It's very adaptable so it makes sense that it would adjust to Holly consuming a variety of foods.

Grimm, on the other hand, does not technically need to consume food to survive. It's only really needed to allow his body to perform certain functions such as producing fluids, I would say. He's definitely a strange case, but that's because his body is not fully organic. That's not to say he doesn't eat food at all, quite the opposite, he did create a stomach for himself as well as all the taste buds that would let him enjoy the taste and sensation of food. But aside from absorbing whatever is needed for those certain body functions, the food simply gets incinerated or dissolved within his stomach. Blood is part of what he consumes, and it serves the most function in his body as it gets absorbed into it, allowing it to run for a longer time (I imagine it would also play a big role in the production of fluids that I mentioned). I try not to get into too much detail about just how exactly his whole body works since a lot of it runs through supernatural means that would get insanely convoluted if I tried to make sense of all of it. It just works, I guess. The only other thing I'll mention is that nutrients and calories play a big part when he's carrying eggs, since in that case they all go directly into the development of the offspring. As for Grimm himself, since blood provides him with an energy boost, he would have to drink a lot of it during his pregnancy in order to not become severely weakened during and especially afterwards.

I'm not sure if this is the answer you expected, like I said, I'm not an expert on nutrients and a lot of this is likely not too realistic, especially in regards to Grimm. But I hope it was still worth reading.

[aardvaark]

only murders in the building s3e8 spoilers under the cut (theories and thoughts)

i’m finally properly up to date

DAMN i’d seen the theory that loretta was dickie’s mother on this app, whoever that was, they were reallly ahead of the curve!

meryl streep is just such an incredible actor. nails the role every time.

okay so they said it was dickie, and he seemed to admit to it, which means it can’t be dickie. or, like, he can’t be the only one involved in the killing, at the very least.

right, so there is now a confirmed poisoning according to the detective (remember, before, the poisoning was technically just mabel’s speculation) which is good to know. i definitely think that ben was talking to cookies, and the cookies contained the poison.

what was getting shredded?? personally i think there’s a good chance that it was maxine’s review, but i’ll make a separate post about that. regardless, it’s definitely an important detail since they didn’t give us the answer this episode. what documents would be important? maybe the autopsy report - considered one was definitely faked or missing?

loretta just always has tape on her. normal

i know loretta points towards poison as a woman’s method, but they’ve all but outright said it’s a male murderer this time around (when they said how it was so strange and unlikely to have women as murderers both times so far).

i wonder if the pickwick triplets patter song is gonna give us some clue in hindsight… i’m trying to figure out if there could be a meaning in it. "should i look outside this nursery? what if none of the pickwick triplets did it?" makes me think that it’s perhaps no one in the cast of the musical… "who’d have had a menacing motive and hid it?" makes we think that the motive will be unexpected… ie it’s not just that someone thought ben was a dickhead or whatever.

lol i thought charles and oliver’s weird interruptions were to plant a much easier bug like their phone recorder i guess they did it in a weird complex old guy way

i feel like maxine has something she’s not telling us… not necessarily that she’s the murderer, but i just think she’s been introduced for a bigger reason. i mean, she was writing a pan. ben might have read her words and attacked her at the elevator, she pushed him away and he fell.

cliff and his mother do seem dodgy as i’ve said before… his mother basically says she’d do anything for her son, the son has pretty high stakes with this play, surely there’s some kinda insurance if a tragedy strikes or whatever… what would they do if they knew it was gonna flop? for example… if they’d read maxine’s review?

OLIVERRRRRRRRRRRRRR

[end0parasitic]

What are your headcanons for, let’s say…. Cynte, Pravi, Karis, and Luce? (U can add more characters or not answer for one/some of them if you’d like)

Just general headcanons bc i can’t think of specific kinds lmao

i am honestly bad at headcanons lol, most of them r solely visual. but! i definitely have some for all of these characters (and a bonus one!)

cynte: first of all insomniac, that’s a headcanon a lot of people seem to share. i feel like it flared up after karis left him, following a period of almost constant sleep and being withdrawn. i once saw a headcanon of him having heterochromia, and i think that it has potential. also, i like to think that he has a few cybernetic modifications, maybe as a religious thing like eve (the protagonist of wrought flesh). oh, also a strict upbringing! if not at least a very stressful one. i do not think that he was pressured to succeed, but i do think that he desperately wanted to escape something and already grew up in a very religious environment that prioritized success through intelligence and hard work.

praví: my boy has a very small role in game, so i think he’s mostly headcanon for me lol. i had a few back in the day, like he had a major sweet tooth. knit sweaters was also one (still like this one). one specific to me i think was that he used to take q-melanin (thing in wrought flesh that the villagers take cuz it allows them to photosynthesize) when he was child and used to live on a majorly desert planet as a poor colonist. also i like the idea that he’s very technically smart but can’t solve puzzles (projecting lol), while cynte can do both if a little forgetful of some advanced things and protocol. i like the idea of him not having a god/goddess he’s devoted to.

luce: first of all, surrounded by butterfly imagery since this post lives in my head rent free. i drew this luce on a whim and this is honestly how i see her in my head, this might be my fav design of her i’ve ever done even though it’s pretty simple. i like to think that in her childhood, she was seen as kind of a bad omen by the people around her, if a very kind one. like a lot of bad stuff happened around her, and she seemed to be at the center of it, but she really was just a kind person trying her best. the isolation and constant suspicion and harshness got to her and it all culminated in the parasites taking notice of her. doomed by the narrative vibes. also, i think she’s very familiar with tools from computers to scalpels to guns.

karis: oh this man has been hurt before. i wouldn’t be surprised if he had a long term relationship with someone a lot more wild and magnetic than he was and then got his heart ripped out by them, and then moved on to cynte, and then left him too. i get the vibe that he was born on a very carefree planet, a metropolis with a good government, and the people were generally very wild and hedonistic, but he never was. only drinks socially, never smokes. he was definitely a lot kinder to luce than praví and cynte were, maybe they were friends. i think of him as not only smart enough to be a scientist, but also smart enough to know how to talk his way into things, whereas cynte gets by on sheer devotion.

eve (my nickname for the protagonist of wrought flesh): i think her cult generally goes by burn bright and fast, meaning they tank all of the damage they get and die young and gloriously, and that’s what she’s primed to do. i like to think she’s very accomplished and already kind of ascended to hero status, but not truly godlike. she’s looking for something that has been watching her like the way you watch a bug crawl too close and move to shove it away. she’s like an ideal warrior cultist.

in conclusion: i’m normal abt them. trust me bro.

[roachliquid]

I really used to enjoy Danny Phantom as a teen, but looking back on the show - especially knowing what we now know about Butch Hartman - I really can't say that it's aged well for me. It certainly has its good points - the villain cast being one of the biggest - but there's a lot about the show that doesn't quite gel, or worse, is so distinctly Hartman that it's hard not to see his smug, manipulative, conservative Christian face all over it.

One of the things that bugs me the most is how the show will exaggerate things to drive a certain ideological point home. Fairly Oddparents does this too, of course, but it's in a setting where the entire tone is zany and comedic, so it's easier to chalk up to Standard Cartoon Logic with a dusting of Hartman's distorted worldview.

Danny Phantom, on the other hand, tries to balance that same level of exaggerated 'comedy' with a genuine amount of drama and Cool Superhero Stuff, and it makes the placement of those exaggerations stick out like a sore thumb. Like the fact that in the first episode Sam's "ultra-recyclo-vegetarianism" means she eats literal dirt, in an episode where we're clearly being led to see vegetarianism as an unbalanced extremist position held by radical hippies who don't understand what a Balanced Diet(TM) is.

I have a lot of feelings about this episode, but they can be summarized with "Sam did nothing wrong." In fact, the only reason the school's decision to try vegetarian food is a "problem" is because they deliberately paints it as disgusting and inedible as possible, using the excuse of Sam's suspiciously vague (but assuredly extreme) dietary label to imply that She Is Really Just That Unhinged. It's a choice that comes off as ignorant as it is mean-spirited, and I'm not even a vegetarian.

Mostly, though, when it comes to delivering morals, the show sticks to a tried-and-true format: A character does something "wrong", the thing has unintended consequences that they end up having to fix, and by the time everything is set back to order they've learned a valuable lesson in why they shouldn't do that.

This is a formula that works well when the consequences of the character's actions make a modicum of sense, or are at least thematically related to the original slip-up. A classic example of this format in action would be The Sorcerer's Apprentice, which has a wizard's apprentice decide to try using magic to do his chores for him, only to learn the hard way that he doesn't have the needed expertise to actually manage the results of his master's spells.

Fairly Oddparents used this formula a lot as well, and to my recollection, it works for the same reason the shenanigans in The Sorcerer's Apprentice do: Timmy isn't just breaking rules, he's messing with reality-altering magic. Of course the consequences are exaggerated and unrealistic. But Danny Phantom tries to use this same format without the benefit of a conveniently generic supernatural plot enabler, and as such, a lot of the "consequences" feel tacked on if not entirely forced.

One of the most glaring examples is in S1E6, when Tucker's idle wish that he shared Danny's ghost powers unwittingly reaches the ears of a genie*, who then grants him exactly what he wants. He then proceeds to use his new powers to do all kinds of petty bullshit, and eventually the wish gets corrupted - not because of what he actually did, mind, but because Desiree's wish-granting just works that way - he turns into a monster and Danny ends up having to turn him back to normal. At the end, Tucker concludes that he messed up by envying Danny's powers, envy is bad, and he's not going to do that anymore.

*Sort of. She's technically a ghost, but works like a genie.

The thing is... none of this really happened because of envy. Tucker wasn't even acting on his feelings at all - he just happened to idly wish he had ghost powers in front of someone who could grant them to him. There are definitely lessons to be learned here, like how it's healthier to articulate your negative feelings than to stew on them until they bubble up and fester, but the show isn't going for any of that low-hanging fruit. No, only the most banal and straightforward Christian values deserve to get shoehorned into this plot.

But perhaps the most egregious example is the introduction of Dan Phantom, Danny's evil future self who is spawned when Danny... decides to cheat on a test. Yes, you read that right - an ordinary childhood mistake, which Danny was tempted to make due to nigh unbearable pressure to keep good grades despite spending most of his time fighting ghosts, is what causes him to start down the path of becoming the most dangerous villain the setting has faced to date.

To be fair, this wasn't delivered as "cheating on tests will send you down a slippery slope to mayhem and murder". No, the reason any of this happens is even more ridiculous: Cheating on the test causes Danny's family to be in a local restaurant during a catastrophic explosion, and wracked with grief by their death, he convinces fellow ghost halfling Vlad to basically tear out his conscience (which he happens to be able to do) and then he tears out Vlad's ghost half, merges with that, and becomes The Worstest Guy Ever, Just So Bad You Guys.

Danny fights the guy and manages to beat him (as you do), and then, scared straight by this vision of what he's capable of becoming, comes clean about having cheated on the test. If this sounds like a Fairly Oddparents plot... yeah, it is, it was a whole two-parter and everything. But more infuriatingly, this entire plot had nothing to do with the actual incident that supposedly kicked it off.

I mean, there certainly can be negative consequences to cheating on tests. For one thing, you might get caught and get in trouble (although that's arguably less a 'consequence' and more 'another person's choice in how to react'). For another, possibly more compelling reason, taking shortcuts on a test can cause you to rob yourself of valuable information that you could have learned by doing things the hard way, and which you might need for an even more crucial situation down the road. But none of those consequences involve turning into a horrible person, even in a grounded, non-cartoony sense.

And frankly... cheating on a school test is really just not that big of a deal. Standardized tests, especially of the type we started using in the wake of the No Child Left Behind act, are fucking terrible at aiding in providing a good education. Which, may I remind you, is what school is actually supposed to be for - not for rating students on how honest and hardworking they are. But, you know, whatever, Butch.

Anyway, this happens a lot. It would legitimately be faster to list the episodes that don't follow this format, at least early on. Sometimes the formula works better than others, though even when it is relatively tame, the "values" that the show keeps trying to impart often leave a bad taste in my mouth. What kid needs to be taught that if they ever hang out with the "popular" kids, they're betraying their real friends? Or that it doesn't matter what other problems they have in their life, they just need to put down the video games and apply themselves and they'll get amazing grades?

Butch Hartman, fundamentally, is a man who has convinced himself he understands children's problems despite all evidence to the contrary. Danny Phantom reflects that both in the way the show grasps at straws to generate moral crises, and the ways it distorts even real moral challenges into distorted caricatures of themselves. I'm not surprised the fanfic scene seems to be 50% fanon at this point - the version of this show that exists outside my fond teenage memories is just not good.

[randomthoughtssideblog]

So in The Amazing Digital Circus, It seems like all the humans have 'avatars/bodies that somewhat correspond to their personality (From what little we've seen)

Ragatha is an old Rag doll, a toy from someone's childhood, and she's seemingly the most forwardly kind and caring of the Circus. She gives Pomni actual advice on how to survive and cope with being in the circus, her first line being "Let's just try to calm down, everything is going to be fine" Like one might imagine their toy telling them when they are frightened.

Jax is a rabbit. Jax is also a JackAss, but because there's no swearing in the Circus, it likely 'Autocorrected' to Jack Rabbit. not only that, but his Bugs-Bunnian attitude and shenanigans shine brightly in how he acts. (Now, Jax is mean, but I don't know that he's evil. But he is mean)

Kauffmo, from what little we know of him, was a Jokester. Ragatha and Gangle both referencing not finding his jokes funny (Ragatha Laughing to make him feel Better, Gangle not.) Being a clown would make sense for someone who wants good-hearted fun, unlike Jax.

Gangle, while we don't have much of her, seems to have something wrong separate to being in the circus? This one is definitely a stretch, but maybe Gangle has something similar to BPD? With Tragedy representing Depression and Comedy representing Mania? or She's literally masking her sadness for others?

I only have one Idea of what Zooble's deal could be, but given their heavy "Mean (Girl)" Vibe, it could be a center of attention thing?

I don't know, we're theorizing here.

Now, for Kinger and Pomni, who seem to have the most connection.

Pomni is a Jester. Not a clown, A jester, which are very different. Clowns make fools of themselves to get other's to laugh. Jester's were employed by Royalty for entertainment, to jest.This gave them impunity to speak freely about whatever subject matter may be at hand.

Pomni, the latest addition, has the clearest sense of the outside world has the freedom to speak freely about the circus, likely in part of not being used to the circus.

Kinger, who has been in the circus longest and is the oldest, is the least attached to reality, often blanking out and reacting slowly to what happens to him. In spite of this, He seems to be the most technically knowledgeable about the goings on of the circus

Insect Collection -> The Gloink Queen acting as a Queen Bee (Eating things and making more of their species)

He knew Kauffmo was going Crazy/had gone crazy talking about an exit before the reveal.

At the end he talks about how the food wasn't actually being eaten, only giving the feeling of being eaten.

There was also the "Queener" door that was crossed out.

Kinger seemingly is smarter than he's let on, and as much as Caine can't directly affect people's minds, he can give them experiences.

And, assuming Kinger did make the Circus (with help given the complexity of what it would take to program the Circus,) He would have the greatest likelihood of survival, since he would know how the world worked unlike pretty much any one else, only turning paranoid after years of survival and losing others.

Pomni and Kinger, the newest and Oldest residents, a Jester and a King, the most grounded and most out there.

I'd be willing to bet Pomni will get Kinger (If he's the creator) To get them all out of the circus and back into the real world.

Of course we are only one episode in, and I could have missed somethings, either said by the creators or a line I'm forgetting about.

[player1064]

Footy RPF Fictober, day 3 - videocall

also available on ao3

SORRY this is a day late. When I say I've had an insane few days --

this is BARELY a beville fic but if Gary has to deal with his insane little brother then the least he deserves is a nice husband who's cooking dinner for him in the background, so technically this can be considered as part of the happy-ish beville 'verse.

ALSO sorry that this is genuinely. an Insane concept for a fic. blame my beloved friend Isla @michaelowenfever who wanted pnev getting a rabies vaccination. yes you read that right. enjoy!

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“Gaz, I literally can’t tell if he was joking or not. You know what he’s like.”

“So can’t you just ask him?”

Gary watches his sister roll her eyes over the laggy video connection. “Oh my god, Gary, it’s not like I’m asking you to fly out there and see for yourself. Just call him when he wakes up. Please? I can’t stay up that late, my girls have got a match tomorrow –”

“Okay,” he says, choosing to cave easily and avoid having Tracey spend the next twenty minutes ranting about what a terrible brother he is. “I’ll call ‘im when I get home from work, should be before he’s due at training. Is that acceptable to you?”

She rolls her eyes again, but she says “Fine. But don’t tell him it was me that –”

“Night, Trace.”

“Yeah, yeah. God forbid I try have an actual conversation with my second favourite brother…”

“Oi!”

“Night, Gaz!” she says sweetly, then hangs up before Gary has the chance to argue any more.

*

He shoves it to the back of his mind for the rest of the day – he’s got meetings to go to, emails to write. No need to worry about whatever minor drama Phil’s got himself wrapped up in now. He’d call Gary himself if it was something really important. Or at least, he’s pretty sure he would.

So he leaves it until he’s walking through the front door, unloading all his bits and bobs from his backpack into their designated Spots (a necessary evil – he discovered a long time ago that he could save himself from a lot of arguments if he just kept a dish for his keys and wallet by the front door.) When he pulls out his phone the screen lights up with the reminder he’d set that morning, which he swipes away and goes wandering towards the smell of cooking coming from the kitchen instead.

No cooking is actually being done when he walks in – Becks is sat at the kitchen island reading on his kindle while something simmers away in a pot on the stove. He looks up at the sound of Gary’s footsteps with a smile – but that smile, unfortunately, also comes with a pointed look at Gary’s feet.

“Shoes, Gaz.”

“I paid for this house,” Gary teases back. He walks over to the island and presses a quick hello kiss to David’s cheek. “If I want to stomp about in outside shoes then that’s what I’ll do, ta very much.”

 “Animal,” Becks says, but he’s still smiling so Gary reckons he’s in the clear. He goes over to the fridge to have a rummage around for some kind of pre-dinner snack.

Becks clears his throat. Gary obligingly pulls out one of his cans of diet coke and passes it over to him.

“Work alright?”

“Fine.” His phone pings again – he’s willing to bet Tracey put something in his iCal to bug him even while she’s asleep, so he pulls it out of his back pocket with a sigh. “I think Philip’s been bit by a racoon.”

“I –” Becks blinks forcefully a couple of times, shakes his head like he’s not quite sure he’s heard right. “You mean our Philip?”

“D’you know any others?”

“A racoon?”

“Mmm, they get those in America. I think.”

“Do I even want to ask?”

“I definitely didn’t. None of my business, is it, what he’s up to over there. But Tracey’s twisting my arm about it.”

At this, Becks hops off his stool and steps into Gary’s space, pressing a firm hand to the small of his back so that he can start steering him out of the kitchen and into the living room. He doesn’t stop until he’s got Gary sat on a sofa in front of him, then he plucks his phone out his hands and takes a moment tapping at it before handing it back with Phil’s contact page already pulled up.

“Call your brother.”

“alright, bossy,” Gary complains, but it’s a weak argument because he and Becks are both well aware that’s how he likes him best. He hits dial and then shoos Becks away while it rings.

It takes a good few rings for Phil to pick up, and when he does Gary is greeted by a close-up view of his forehead, frowning like an old man who’s never used facetime before.

“Hello Philip,” he says. Phil does a tiny little jump at the words – must have his volume up too high – then he holds the phone a bit further away so that Gary can actually see his whole face.

“Hello Gary. Everything alright? I miss a birthday or somethin’?”

“Why would I be calling you about a missed birthday, when have I ever done that?”

“To be fair I was gonna say it’d be a bit rich coming from you – didn’t you forget Roy’s birthday over summer? I feel like I saw something about that.”

Gary can feel himself very rapidly running out of patience, so he ignores this (and not because he still feels guilty about that, definitely not) and gets straight to the point: “Philip, what’s this I hear about a racoon?”

“Oh! Yeah, I got bit by a racoon. Why d’you ask?”

“Oh my god,” Gary mutters to himself, running a hand down over his face. “Is your hand alright? What were you even doing near – actually no, I don’t need the whole story.”

“Oh, yeah, no I’m fine Gaz, don’t you worry about me. The doctor cleaned it up and gave me an injection for somethin’, I forget what – don’t give me that look, like you always ask the doctor for the contents of every injection you’re given – or ‘ave you already forgotten the boss giving you the hairdryer when we came back from the world cup in ’98 –”  

“Oi!” Gary turns his head to see Becks leaning in the doorway, nosy prat, so he angles his phone to get him in view of the camera too. “No talkin’ about the ’98 world cup in my house –”

“—my house, we literally just established this –” “—shush, you, it’ll all be in my name when you die anyway –” “—not if I change my will it won’t –”

“Gaz,” Philip interrupts, reminding Gary that they have company, even if only through the power of iPhones and mobile data. Then, much cheerier, he adds “hiya, Becks. You keeping well?”

“’course I am, Fizz, look at me,” Becks says, taking a step back so he can gesture to his body. The effect is somewhat lessened by the fact he’s wearing an oversized hoodie and some old shorts, but he still plays up the bravado for the camera, like he’s angling for another ‘sexiest man alive’ nomination. “You didn’t actually get bit by a racoon, did you?”

“Why does nobody believe me! Do I ‘ave to send you all my medical records or will a doctor’s note suffice – oh! Rabies, the shot was for rabies. I remember now.”

Gary blinks. Then blinks again. “Is rabies an actual thing, then? I mean, it’s not really somethin’ you hear much about, is it?”

“I dunno, Gaz,” Philip groans, “it was probably just a precaution, weren’t it. I’ve gotta get to training soon, was that all you wanted?”

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Every Kiss Begins With Kill Chapter 2 (NSFW)

Buckets of Bug Blood

OK OK BECAUSE OF YOU THE TIMELINE CHANGED BASICALLY. So, Bob never sees Lila and survives. He still eats ppl though, but the VAMPIRE GUY SURVIVES HE'S SO CUTE (/platonic) I'M SAD HE DIED 💔

my mutuals have been BEGGING on their KNEES for chapter 2 soooo here it is fr <3

Also Brazen (your dog) is really fucking smart, tbh everybody needs a Brazen. SHE LITERALLY CAN ONLY BARK LMFAOO 😭😭 and she’s STILL the voice of reason. LMAO rather the BARK of reason. The entire thing is so goofy to the point where it’s amazing and fits perfectly in the series fr

There’s smut in this chapter. But the midst of it will be in the third chapter or fourth. Reader is 18 btw, senior in hs. <3

TW:

Breaking in (although it isn’t treated as such) , mentions of bugs (you like bugs sm), Bob Velseb.

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It was the day after Halloween.

You were sitting at home, Brazen was laying on the bed next to you. She’s completely recovered from her illness and was back to being her usual self. You ran your finger through her soft hair, god, you loved your dog so much. Brazen perked up at something but you didn’t notice. You were on ibisPaint at the moment, although you keep switching off if it to either change the music or go on TimeWatch (Tiktok) or SOMEHOW study for a test that you never remembered having. Your brain worked in weird ways, you supposed. Your headphones were one of your most prized possessions, at the moment, they weren’t helping you. 

At least that’s what Brazen thought, as she barked at the tall man with horns that was creeping in the backyard. You had told her about meeting a man with the description before. Unlike Brazen, you didn’t sleep downstairs. Which meant that you never had to sleep next to the loud ass Tv, that somehow only played the news. Brazen hated your ignorance about the subject or rather the fact that you thought a murderer was hot. Now that murderer was back, probably to end you. 

‘I don’t get paid enough for this, I don’t even get paid at all!’ Brazen thought. 

Brazen continued to bark at the man but he never hesitated in his attempt to get to you, somehow making his way up to your window. Brazen jumped down from the window, and ran to your bed. You still couldn’t hear her barking over your loud ass music. Brazen rolled her eyes before nipping at you. You jumped a bit, taking out your headphones. Brazen looked back, the window was open, the man was inside. 

“Did you know that Endocannibalism is just one of many forms of cannibalism?”

You jumped at his voice, one you were definitely not expecting. You turned around. It was the guy from yesterday, he was still in his costume. 

“Dude, where are you finding these weird facts? Also how the fuck did you get in my room?” 

He pointed at the window, his smile never faltered. You felt a bit concerned for him, did he have nowhere to sleep or maybe he had no friends? You frowned at that thought, even though he technically broke into your house. He was a little weird but so were you. I mean you liked bugs, your shelfs were littered with bug books. Plus, he didn’t seem to have any bad intentions. So, you shrugged it off, as usual.

“Hey what’s your name? Never got it yesterday.”

He hummed, thinking for a couple seconds.

“Bob” 

Brazen looked between the two of you, absolutely horrified at that sight. There’s no way you actually liked the murderer right? 

“I’m Y/n” 

You closed your window before looking back at him. 

“You know, you could’ve just knocked on the door. I would’ve let you in” 

Brazen huffed out a loud growl before leaving the room, probably going back downstairs. You closed the door behind her.

“Wanna play a game?” You asked, pointing to your video game console, he didn’t respond. So you went over to it, plugging in the second controller. He watched you curiously as you did so. Once you’d finally finished hooking up the game, you patted the spot next to you. His heavy footsteps filled the room as you sat waiting for him. He sat down, picking up the controller. You smiled at him, and you both played what was a very nice and gentle game of online Monopoly. 

Spoiler alert: 

It was not a very nice game, it was every man for themselves. 

•

Bob laughed as he defeated you, you’d landed on a house of his. It was 1500 dollars to pay off the fine, you’d only had 900 at the moment. There was no way he would trade you for his money. You whined in defeat. You had to go bankrupt, there was no other option. Bob smirked at you, you refused to look at him especially after all the shit you talked to him.

“Oh don't be like that” He purred

You refused to acknowledge how his dark voice made your stomach pool in anticipation. 

But little did you know, he saw right past you. 

Bob grabbed your hips, a bit questionably, only to see if you were truly comfortable with this or not. You didn’t shift, so he rested his head on you. You could feel his warm breath on your cheek, you felt your face heat up. He studied your body language a bit before finally asking—

“Can I touch you?”

You nodded. You were at a loss for words at the situation that was happening. It seemed straight out of wattpad, that you’d meet a guy you’d like and end up doing the dirty tango with him a day after. His hands trailed down your hips. Your breath hitched as he quietly studied you once more, slipping his hands into your undergarments. He removed one hand, spitting on it. For lube purposes since you had none. He slowly inserted his fingers inside you, it was uncomfortable. The pain was a sharp burn. Thankfully, he focused on the other elements of your body to keep your content. For example, biting your neck, rubbing around your nipples, and finally grinding against your leg. He was so hard and it was making you feel even more pleasure at the thought of taking him: It didn’t take very long for him to break you in. You managed to stifle a moan at how good his hands were, moving inside you slowly. He seemed like an expert on this topic. His head was resting near your neck, he took in all your sinful sounds. You pushed back against him, begging the man for more. 

“Needy Kitten.” He breathed out, you whined at the sensual tone of his voice. 

He started to pump his fingers in and out of you, setting a rather fast pace. Your hole twitched around him.You felt your stomach pool with pleasure, you closed your eyes. Clenching up your body as your orgasm struck through you like thunder. You stopped for a moment catching your breath. Bob was still hard, you notice. Although he seemed to be happy with how you looked now. Removing his hands from your undergarments. 

“Wait…” 

You figured it'd be easier if he just dry humped you, it’s not like you were ready for the real thing yet. You sat on his lap, your hole brushing up against his cock roughly. Bob moaned against you, grabbing your hips. He pushed you closer to him, taking full advantage of the body that you’d lended to him. His arms wrapped around you, as he grinded roughly against your ass. His heavy grunts and breaths made you moan and whine. He didn’t last very long though, cumming in his pants. Bob panted along with you. You fought the need to sleep, you didn’t want him to leave just yet. Bob seemed to notice this. You shifted the position, burying your face in his soft red sweater. His arms came to pull you closer, his head rested on yours. You could hear his heartbeat, it was fast. 

“Sleep now. I’ll be back soon.” 

You couldn’t help but follow his instructions. 

Bob stayed with you until it started to get light outside, tucking you into bed. While waking back to your window, he noticed the set of books you had. Most being about bugs. He took one from your bookshelf. 

•

The next day, you awoke to Brazen nipping at you. It was around noon. She was barking at something. Brazen had been barking a lot more lately, usually she never did. You yawned, your vision steadied after a while. That’s when you noticed a note and a bucket next to your window. You picked up the note as you peered into the bucket with a mysterious substance.

“Did you know that bugs have different types of blood? Some can be colorful and others dull. I killed every bug I saw to make this for you” 

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Bob

You smiled at the genuine dedication. You face flushed at the thought of last night.

Brazen continued to glare at the bucket. 

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Bonus art of the goofy goober

SHES SO OFFENDED