#i suppose i should tag them with that as well

[almondpiglet]

woaw cant believe at the end of the reigen spinoff they flash fowarded to seri and reigen becoming new parents... *squished by a mallet*

anywho her name is reigen kae (霊幻 圭恵) she was born around 2017 (4-ish years post canon) and may or may not have psychic powers... (or perhaps her fathers just dont know yet?)

[milkistar]

𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

can you take this spike? will it wash away this jet black, now? [ . . . ] please save my soul. [ . . . ]

i'll never let them hurt you, not tonight.

⤹ you can find pt. 2 › here.

you were sent on a mission to hunt a dangerous vampire, but when you finally find him, he’s nothing like the monster you expected - he doesn’t fit the stories you were told.

★:: sunghoon (enhypen) x reader.

tags:: gn reader, vampire au, reader should kill the vampire but guess what, blood, mentions of violence, mentions of murder.

you had been taught that vampires were evil beings, ruthless, heartless.

nocturnal creatures that, when they weren’t killing for hunger, did it for fun. much more like monsters than beasts, but certainly far from being human.

they were depicted as walking nightmares, and in the books you had read, it was already a miracle if the role assigned to them was simply that of the villain; usually, it was worse.

and yet, the boy in front of you had nothing monstrous about him—on the contrary, he seemed human, too human.

at the academy of supernatural study and regulation you attended, it was common practice to send some senior students on reconnaissance missions. you and a group of three other students had been ordered to capture—and, if necessary, eliminate—a vampire deemed dangerous, apparently responsible for several deaths in the vicinity of the city where the academy was located.

at first, you were happy to contribute to the mission carried out by your academy and to help the frightened townspeople who believed there was a feral beast roaming the streets, making them too scared to leave their homes.

but now, you weren’t so sure.

the so-called "beast" was actually looking at you in fear, curled up near a tree, and didn’t seem to have the slightest intention of attacking.

the moonlight filtering through the branches of the forest made his face appear even paler than it already was, and, considering that he was theoretically supposed to be dead, that pallor was almost unsettling.

you lowered the rifle you had aimed at him, aware that you wouldn’t be able to fire even a single holy water bullet at him. not if he was looking at you like a trapped animal.

you still hadn’t alerted your teammates, and since each of you had a specific area of the forest to search, it was unlikely that anyone would come to check on what you were doing.

deep down, you knew he wasn’t the monster you were looking for, and you wanted to make sure you got the right vampire before any of your teammates shot him on sight. you didn’t want to risk taking the life of an innocent.

but no vampire is innocent.

yes, that was something you had been taught as well. but, for some reason beyond your understanding, at that moment, you felt they were wrong.

you knelt down to bring your head level with his, still holding the rifle tightly in your hand.

he pressed his back against the tree, his eyes wide with fear. how could he possibly be a murderer?

"hey, don’t be scared," you tried to reassure him, though you were the first one who wasn’t feeling calm.

it was a strange sensation. despite that small, convincing voice repeating that everything was under control, that he was harmless; despite what your eyes were seeing... you were trembling with fear, every nerve in your body screaming ‘danger!’ ‘danger!’.

he slightly parted his lips, then looked at you, tilting his head slightly.

his eyes were dark red, so dark that, at first, you had mistaken them for black. from the small glimpse of his mouth that you could see, his fangs stood out against his red lips.

he was dressed entirely in black, so even from this close, the night’s darkness made it difficult to distinguish his outline or how his clothes were actually made.

"i won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt me," you said, placing a hand on your chest; the cold fabric of your hunting suit felt almost warm against your fingers, chilled by the night air.

he remained silent, but he didn’t seem as scared anymore. ‘good,’ you thought, ‘at least one of us isn’t terrified anymore.’

asking him directly if he was the killer of all those people wouldn’t do anything but frighten him, so you decided to take him somewhere safe from your teammates' bullets first.

"come with me, you’re not safe here." you extended a hand toward the vampire, who looked at it, bewildered. "they’re looking for you."

"you’re not safe." he replied, speaking for the first time.

despite the fact that he had been shaking in fear just moments ago, his voice was strangely calm and confident. and beautiful, extremely beautiful, it seeped into your bones more than the cold wind did.

before you could ask him what he meant by that statement, a scream shattered the silence reigning in the forest. the worst part was that you were fairly sure you knew whose voice it was—you had traveled here together.

"i’m not alone tonight." as he said this, his expression changed almost imperceptibly. you weren’t sure, but did he seem to be smiling? no, it wasn’t possible, you were certain…

"but you chose to show me mercy, and i always return favors. i wouldn’t want to be in debt to none other than a human." he took your hand, which in the meantime had gone stiff—just like the rest of your body.

at that precise moment, your brain managed to register only one thing: ‘it’s warm.’ weren’t vampires supposed to have ice-cold skin?

then, you registered something else about his hand: it was slippery, maybe a little sticky?

and then you understood; it was covered in blood, and it was still warm—he had just killed someone.

finally, you could see his clothes more clearly, as if a spell had just been broken; they weren’t black, they were simply drenched in blood.

you felt like you were about to vomit.

"let’s go, sweetheart, the others aren’t as kind as me." this time, the vampire truly smiled, and you finally saw his fangs clearly: it shouldn’t have surprised you, but even they were covered in blood... which explained why his lips were red.

but how had you not noticed?

you knew vampires were skilled manipulators, but to this extent… for god’s sake, he hadn’t even spoken to you! how had he done it?

you heard another scream, this time closer. another person you knew, another student on a mission in this forest like you.

"come on, y/n, get up. i’ll take you somewhere safe." you didn’t trust him, but what choice did you have? if you stayed alone, the other vampires in his group would find and kill you. but if you followed him, maybe you could at least hope to live until sunrise.

then, you realized something.

"how do you know my name?" you had never told him, that was for sure.

he smiled even more, to the point of looking unsettling. "i know a lot of things."

he stood up, and, pulled up by the bloodstained hand still holding yours, you stood up as well.

"but to be fair, i’ll tell you my name too." still holding your hand, he gave a half bow. "you can call me sunghoon. make sure to remember it."

he smiled again, then looked around cautiously. "follow me."

a few seconds later, you were running through the forest at full speed, hand in hand with sunghoon.

you were following a murderous vampire into the unknown, the rifle—lost in fear and cold slipping from your grip as soon as you started running—was abandoned under the tree where he had previously been curled up. if the others found it, they would be able to track you by your scent.

lost in your grim thoughts, you didn’t notice that he had stopped running, and you nearly crashed into him.

before you, partially hidden by the trees, stood an old church, clearly abandoned for years. there were several wooden planks where stained glass windows should have been, and some stones from the structure had fallen, scattered at the base of the building. you didn’t want to think about it, but they almost looked like small gravestones.

"no one has come here to pray in decades, but it’s still consecrated ground." he turned his head toward you, his eyes a shade redder than they had been minutes ago. "we can’t set foot inside."

you glanced from him to the small church, then back at him. you decided to believe him, you had to.

"hide inside and stay there until sunrise, then you’ll be able to leave safely. i’ll stay nearby to keep watch, just in case."

you nodded, then moved toward the church, but he tightened his grip on your hand. "i’ll come find you again one of these nights, sweetheart." he kissed the back of your hand, leaving a blood-red mark on your skin.

you didn’t know if it was a threat or not. you wanted to believe it wasn’t, but what else could it be?

and yet, he had been so kind to you…

before you could make sense of your thoughts, he had already vanished into the night.

"thank you, sunghoon." you whispered before stepping inside the old church, as the third and final scream was swallowed by the wind.

a/n : 'oh my god another vampire au enhypen fanfic?? 😵😵😵 that's so original!' ok, yes, i know that this has been done a thousand times, but, listen, i had a vision

( i don't know where it went but i had it )

[writeriguess]

Kiribaku having kids (twins boy & girl) they start kindergarten and into the year they notice the kids are sadder when they come home they’re more quiet and in a certain day kiribaku and reader (secret girlfriend) are out on a date while the kids are at school and they get a call they need picked up asap cause something’s wrong so they all three go not thinking about it and the kids meet her Sav’s a few months go by and the kids finally say the issue was not having a mommy but now they have one

A Missing Piece

Kirishima and Bakugou had always known they wanted kids. It had been a long journey—filled with paperwork, home visits, and nervous waiting—but when they finally brought home their twins, Ren and Aiko, it was like their lives truly began.

They tackled fatherhood like they tackled everything else: with passion, dedication, and an unshakable love for their children. They weren’t perfect, but they always made sure Ren and Aiko knew they were safe, cherished, and cared for.

So when the twins started kindergarten, it was a huge milestone—not just for them, but for their dads.

The first few weeks were amazing. Every afternoon, the kids would come home brimming with stories, bouncing with excitement as they recounted every detail of their day. Bakugou and Kirishima would listen intently, grinning at their enthusiasm, feeling a sense of relief that their kids were adjusting so well.

But slowly, things started to change.

It was subtle at first. The twins weren’t as chatty when they got home. Their excitement dimmed, their energy lowered. They weren’t causing trouble like usual, weren’t filling the house with their infectious laughter.

Kirishima noticed it first, his sharp observation skills picking up on their quiet moods. He tried to bring it up to Bakugou, but at first, his husband brushed it off.

“They’re kids. They’ll have bad days.”

But then bad days turned into bad weeks.

And when Aiko, their usually fiery and opinionated daughter, pushed away her plate at dinner one night without saying a word, even Bakugou knew something was wrong.

That night, after tucking the twins into bed, Kirishima leaned against the kitchen counter with a deep frown. “Something’s up, man. They’re different.”

Bakugou exhaled heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… I see it too.”

“We should talk to them.”

“Tch. Like they’ll tell us anything,” Bakugou muttered, but the frustration in his voice wasn’t directed at the kids. He just hated feeling powerless.

They decided to give it a little more time, hoping the kids would open up when they were ready.

But weeks passed, and things didn’t improve.

Then the call came.

It was supposed to be a rare, peaceful day off.

Kirishima and Bakugou were on a date—something they hadn’t done in way too long. Between hero work and parenting, moments alone were hard to come by.

They were walking through the city with you—Bakugou’s secret girlfriend.

He hadn’t told the twins about you yet, not because he was ashamed, but because introducing someone into their lives was a big step. He and Kirishima had agreed that when the time was right, when things felt solid, they’d take that next step.

Right now, though, all three of you were enjoying a carefree day. You laughed at Bakugou’s usual grumbling and leaned into Kirishima’s easy warmth. It was comfortable, effortless.

And then Bakugou’s phone rang.

“Mr. Bakugou, we need you to come pick up Ren and Aiko immediately.”

His entire body tensed. “What? What happened?”

“They’re very upset. We think it’s best you come in.”

Kirishima and Bakugou didn’t waste a second. The date was forgotten as they rushed to the school, you tagging along without hesitation.

When they arrived, the twins were sitting together in a small, quiet room, curled into each other like two halves of the same soul. Their tiny hands were clenched, eyes downcast.

It hurt.

Kirishima stepped forward first, crouching beside them. “Hey, little ones.” His voice was soft, careful. “What’s going on?”

Ren sniffled but didn’t speak. Aiko peeked up at them, then hesitated when her eyes landed on you.

You stayed quiet, offering a small smile, not wanting to overwhelm them.

“They’re not talking much,” the teacher explained gently. “But we think something has been bothering them for a while. It might be best if they tell you.”

Bakugou crouched beside Kirishima, his red eyes soft with concern. “Come on, brats. Tell us what’s wrong.”

It took a moment, but then, in a tiny voice, Aiko whispered, “The other kids said it’s weird that we don’t have a mommy.”

Silence.

Kirishima and Bakugou exchanged a glance.

“They… what?” Bakugou’s voice was dangerously low, but Kirishima nudged him gently to keep him in check.

Ren wiped his nose on his sleeve. “They laughed at us when we said we have two dads.” His lower lip trembled. “They said all families are supposed to have a mommy and a daddy. And that maybe… maybe our mommy left ‘cause she didn’t love us.”

Kirishima felt something in his chest crack. He pulled the twins into a hug without hesitation. “Hey, don’t listen to that, okay? That’s not true. You are so, so loved.”

Aiko clutched at his shirt. “But we don’t have a mommy…”

A beat of silence passed.

And then Ren glanced at you again.

“But… do we now?”

You froze.

The question hung in the air like an unspoken wish.

Bakugou and Kirishima both looked at you, their expressions unreadable. It was a moment they hadn’t planned for, hadn’t expected—but maybe, just maybe, the kids had seen something they hadn’t fully realized yet.

Your heart clenched as you met the hopeful, tear-filled eyes of the twins.

You knelt in front of them, keeping your voice warm but careful. “Families come in all shapes, you know. But if… if you’d like, I’d love to be a part of yours.”

Ren hiccupped. “You would?”

Aiko’s eyes were wide.

You smiled, holding out your arms, giving them the choice.

It only took a second before they crashed into you, burying themselves in your warmth.

Kirishima swallowed hard, blinking rapidly. Bakugou turned away, rubbing at his face with a grumble, but his shaking shoulders gave him away.

The twins held onto you like a missing puzzle piece finally clicking into place.

“Yeah,” you whispered against their hair, holding them tight. “You do now.”

And just like that, their family became whole.

[letsgobarbs]

wip wip wip

thank you for the tag @sizzlingcloudmentality MUAH here's a kiss of thanks <33

Shall we check up on the girls?

Maryam from Homecoming has stepped into Dave's mancave/bachelor pad/ post-divorce apartment like a gullible lamb. And I don't believe he will let her out so easily:

“David, hi!” Her greeting came out far too high-pitched.

Maryam felt the most girlish instinct to squeal into her hands, it should be illegal how good he looked. A part of her felt relieved that he looked well, his skin looked sun-kissed and warm, covered with a slight sheen of sweat. She had never seen him this animated, with a twinkle in his eye, a wide grin on his face that pronounced the crinkle of crow’s feet by his eyes, and he moved purposefully but with a lightness about him that reminded her of butterflies as they flit from one flower to another to feed on nectar. 

However, in this case, the flowers were the blooms of pencils, colours, paper and toys left behind by Molly and Alice that David tidied looking appropriately sheepish. As he ushered her in, the realisation that he seemed genuinely glad to see her eased her anxiety and settled into her stomach like warm soup— soothing and comforting. 

“I’m usually not this messy, I swear. Would you like something to drink?” 

Maryam followed him to the kitchen, appreciating the way he filled out those grey sweatpants. His black t-shirt strained to contain his shoulders, the muscles underneath rippling as he bent down to pick up an abandoned Lego piece. David opened his fridge to reveal… a plastic container of grated parmesan cheese, eggs lying around without the tray, a jug of milk, and assorted condiments on the door. 

The sight snapped her back to reality. Maryam chastised herself, she wasn't here to be distracted by his ass as he bent down to check on the expiry date on the milk, or the way he pursed his lip into the most irresistible little moue, or the way his furrowed brow made his eyes take on a more doe-like quality. The milk is most definitely expired. 

The fridge was the cleanest surface in the house because everything else was covered in a soft blanket of dust. Somehow, it didn't exude the laziness of someone falling behind on cleaning. Maryam chanced a glance around, it seemed more like nobody was home. 

The books on the coffee table, the healing crystal on the dining table, the kitchen counter, all had an even coating of dust undisturbed by ring marks from mugs or plates. Even the things Dave had been tidying seemed untouched since his daughters left them there. She suddenly felt so grateful she had worn socks today, there was nothing worse than the uncomfortable feeling of dry dust sticking to your feet. Her skin crawled at the thought of it. Maryam found there were two sets of footprints, both freshly made by her and David. 

The picture was a desolate one. She imagined Dave never ventured out of his bedroom, never even got off the bed unless he had to. Was he at least eating? Maybe he had some snacks hoarded in his room? The thought that he was depressed and lonely without someone to reach out to made it difficult for her to breathe. Maryam struggled to call forth her mandatory mental health training. Be supportive and non-intrusive. How the fuck was she supposed to do that? Hey David, buddy, you good? Been eating? Eating well? Did you even leave the house? 

Well, he must've left the house. He was wearing his running shoes and he had worked up a light sweat so he must have worked out a bit too. Perhaps, today was one of the better days? 

“I could put on some coffee?” David offered. Without milk? No, thank you.

Maryam made a great show of checking the watch on her wrist, not even reading the time. 

“Actually, I dropped by on my way to dinner, if you would like to join?” 

Liar. She never has dinner before dark. If left to her, she didn't even cook dinner before her evening prayers. 

“Bit early for dinner, isn't it?” He teased, cocking his head to the side as if the new angle could solve the mystery of what she was up to. 

“Yup, I skipped lunch.”

Liar. She had a rice bowl for lunch. 

“Sure, I’d love to join. Didn't you say you lived with your mom? Isn't she expecting you home for dinner?” 

She hadn't mentioned it to him, but it was one of those things everyone knew about her and could've easily mentioned it. 

“She’s out of town. Would you like to grab a jacket before we head out? I'll drive.”

LIAR. Dave couldn't help but level a raised brow at her. He saw her mother cozied up at home, most probably bingeing a new K-Drama. Maryam looked unphased, returning a genial and entirely guileless smile at him. It surprised him how easily she lied. If he hadn't known the truth, he would never have guessed she was lying. She had no visible tells.

Well, well, well. His Maryam was shaping up to be quite the compulsive liar. Her face was a world of dialogue unto itself, it was the most expressive he had ever seen— able to communicate feelings she, herself, couldn't put into words. So he'd grown complacent, believing her to be one of those people who didn't lie well. But this, this was exciting. And endearing.

He wanted to know the lengths to which she could lie— see how far she takes it. It made him all the more curious about why she was lying. He didn't believe she would show up unannounced to simply have dinner with him.

Anyway, I'm sure Maryam and Dave have it all figured out for now. Should we see what Anaticula and Marcus from His Young Wife are up to?

You carefully arranged the items on the table according to the instructions. The amulet, the talisman, the crystal, a small lamp, wine and a wooden soldier doll— his tunic fashioned from a strip of fabric you had torn from Marcus’ clothes. There was also a crushed beetle, but you hadn’t yet decided what to do with it. 

“You can’t judge.” There was a hint of uncertainty that weakened your reprimand. 

“Love spells don’t work,” Acacius stated. Of course, you knew they didn’t work— if they did, then all women would have loving husbands and families. But you couldn’t trample on that sliver of hope that yearned to bind Marcus to you as lovers. You awkwardly cleared your throat, it was embarrassing to chant the spell in front of the man whose counterpart you were trying to ensnare.

In the lowest of murmurs, you began invoking the deities and reciting, “Marcus Acacius Amatus, who Fulvia bore, burn him on this very day, from this very hour on, set on fire and inflame his soul, heart, liver, spirit, with love for his wife, Acacia…” 

The lamp was placed in the household shrine. The talisman under his pillow, the amulet tied around your waist under your tunic, the crystal worn on your finger, the doll wrapped in paper with the chant written on it and buried in a clay pot. Marcus would have to drink the wine.

“What is in the wine?” Acacius asks you as Marcus pours his fourth cup. You had not needed to convince him to drink it— you only mentioned that you had made it for him when he had left for war so it would be ready for him when he returned. You knew he would drink the entire jar. You just weren’t sure if he should, not having remembered those particular instructions.

“These wines typically use aphrodisiacs.” He reminded you as if you hadn’t added them yourself.

“It’s not good for him if he drinks so much.” You were starting to worry about that too. Marcus was in a very odd state of mind— quieter than he should be, his eyes a bit unfocused, you couldn’t make out his softly mumbled words before he tittered at his own joke. Usually, four cups of wine didn’t make a difference. But you knew your concoction was potent, there was also the cannabis in it. 

“Did you add mandrake root? They are always thrown into love potions. Too much of it could kill him.” Acacius noted. And you finally spurred forward, taking the jar off the table and out of his reach. He blinked at you as if waking up from slumber and serenely smiled.

“It’s good wine, give it back.” Marcus lazily lunged for it, causing you to hop out of your seat, cradling the jar as you backpedalled from him. 

“No more wine, Marcus. You’re drunk.” Your voice was soft, concerned.

“I’m not drunk, sweetheart.” Your heart fluttered at his use of the endearment— the gentle, affectionate way he uttered it. It was just the wine, you tried to remind yourself. Yes, the love potion, your mind whispered back. No, those things don’t work, you were just entertaining fantasies.

Oh, wow. So we're truly desperate in that one. Anaticula has not been able to forget Marcus kissing Lucilla, so she will stop at nothing to seduce her husband. Oh, but wait, there's a secret third thing I'm cooking up... IT'S SMUT SMUT SMUTTIEST SMUT. Based on this moodboard I made of Javi x South Asian Reader:

He couldn’t take his eyes off it. It shouldn’t affect him this way, he had seen women wear far, far less clothing— he’d seen them in clothing designed to seduce, those tiny, frilly, lacy things that he removed to see them in all their sexy glory.

And she was fully dressed, respectably so, even if it was so out of place in this bar in Bogotá, Colombia. It had taken him an embarrassingly long moment to realise she was wearing a sari— the kind Mrs Patel used to wear down the street back home in Laredo. But she’d never looked this tantalising. 

The string crossing her shoulder blades moved again as she reached out her arm for her drink. Her top was tight— perfectly tailored to fit her like second skin. It ended just below her bust where it dug into her body forming the most perfect roll. Just below, the sari tightly draped her waist pushing the plush of her torso to pool over the fabric. Javi swiped his tongue over his teeth, feeling them itch with the need to bite into that soft exposed skin at her midriff.  

The dim lights of the bar teased and played over the contours of her back. He took a large swig of his beer to wash down the liquid gathering in his mouth at the lewd images his mind was playing for him like a porno. The feel of her spine under his tongue when he would lick up the long divot running down, symmetrically separating her back in two. The taste of her skin when he would bite and mark that perfect back. He wanted to suck bruises onto the delicate curves pushed out by her sari. 

The movement of her spine was hypnotic as she straightened. And he really should look away now, she had probably felt his eyes on her. But the fluid movement of her waist as she turned to glance at him prevented him from rescuing his dignity. He didn’t even look up to meet her eyes, just stared at the curve of her back like a creep. 

All he could imagine was the same curve as she would turn to look back at him one last time before leaving his apartment. But it would carry the indents of his teeth. Just over that perfect ass wrapped in swathes of fabric, he wanted to see large blooms of hickeys that she would have to walk out in the morning with.

Had quite the productive week actually LMFAO

NPT: @probablyreadinsmut (I know you just gave us the most perfect chapter baby but I wanna know what's coming next) @604to647 @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler-pascal @jennaispunk @romanarose @mrsmando @stellamarielu @sp00kymulderr @coulsons-fullmetal-cellist @din-cognito @wethairjoel @xdaddysprincessxx @lillaydee @pedrospookie @joelmillerisapunk @almostempty @inept-the-magnificent @josephquinnswhore @peepawispunk @missyorkswhore @iknowisoundcrazy @beefrobeefcal and anybody else who wants to share, if you tag me, best believe i will come snoop!!

[swanconcerto]

Hi~ I’m curious, since you like classical music do you enjoy ballet? Can you recommend any classical songs from ballets other than the obvious ones like Swan lake or The nutcracker? (Just found out both were by Tchaikovsky so challenge: no Tchaikovsky I guess). Thank you <3

HELLO MY BELOVED!!!!

i’ve actually been trying to get into more ballet!! i am by NO MEANS an expert at all though lol but i do have some recommendations!!

my piano teacher recommended to me stravinsky’s ballets!! the ones i’ve listened to are petrushka, rite of spring, and the firebird (listed from the one i liked most to the one i liked least!) they are SO crazy especially rite of spring lol. but petrushka is so fun the russian dance theme always gives me a skip in my step out of happiness. dadada dadadada DA DA DAA!!!

there’s also les sylphides, a non-narrative ballet danced to orchestral arrangements of chopin pieces!!! i…. am not the biggest fan of this one lol. the diehard chopin fan girl in me is unhappy about making chopin orchestral i think it sounds mid at best. but it’s not OBJECTIVELY BAD

and then there’s ravel’s daphnis et chloe!!! i ALWAYS recommend this one especially the lever du jour that i think is in the second part!! so so beautiful i think i’ve actually teared up to that on more than one occasion!

[lucabyte]

i feel like people are sleeping on the occam's razor situation of how buckwild it is to outright accuse a guy of being a clone of your friend even if you DO have a lot of circumstantial evidence. there's other options is what im saying. they could just be like. a guy. that's a sensible deduction. you should explore that deduction. ignore my shirt that reads I <3 RED HERRINGS.

i still think odile has the correct theory on lock but she's smart enough to know it needs like... a real smoking gun to be able to bring it up without sounding insane.

anyway. (mirabelle voice) i know its rude to speculate but has anyone else noticed the grieving? they seem to be grieving. does anyone have any thoughts on the grieving? i have some thoughts on the grieving.

[anemonet]

pro tip: you can always put the bugs in little outfits :thumbsup:

[shhquietmoths]

the world looks red

[lunarharp]

more phoenix wright situations

[chiropteracupola]

She was a seal, of course, everybody knew it.

[fujobritta]

"to the seeds that blossom"

[sluckythewizard]

'I wont cry for you, I wont crucify the things you do. I wont cry for you, see, when you're gone, I'll still be BLOODY MARY'

[galactaknightyaoi]

🎃🦇 Happy Halloween!! 🦇🎃

Anansi (He/him) and Erebus (He/him), and their weird freakish creatures, Galacta and Dragato, are all ready to recieve some candy!

They're representing the first kind of Halloween costumes this year. Generic Concept (but with a Cute Execution).

Anansi is a pirate, with a Galah on his shoulder as his parrot.

Erebus is a ringleader, and that Gato is his fierce lion.

What's the other kind of Halloween costume? Well, it's pop culture references of course...

[naralovesangst]

Thinking about how my Courier Six and Benny really are just Bastard4Bastard

They both cheat whenever they play cards, Six goes out of their way to mess with Benny's hair whenever possible, Benny purposely walking just ever so slightly slower than he normally would, causing Six to slow down and causing them to be ever so slightly late to various things. Six stealing Benny's suit jacket and Benny stealing Six's duster.

Meanwhile Yes Man is in his last nerve trying to get these assholes to just do their jobs as co-rulers of the Mojave.

[kay-selfships]

me clicking “not interested” on a post about a canon x canon ship involving my f/o knowing full well it doesn’t do anything

[artem1sc0re]

Feeding you guys headcanons whilst I work on something. Anyway..

Josh Sauchak headcanons‼️‼️

(Take this figure of him I made the other day but forgot to show as well)

(Headcanons that are marked with ‘established relationship’ mean that it’s in the event that it’s with a lover!)

- PARALLEL PLAY PARALLEL PLAY PARALLEL PLAY‼️‼️ IT IS ABSOLUTELY ONE OF HIS LOVE LANGUAGES‼️ Sometimes hangouts will usually involve the indulgence of hobbies within the vicinity of who he’s hanging out with.

- (Established relationship hc) At the start of the relationship or when you instigate physical affection with him, he tends to tense up and at times even shift and give a little bit of space between you two. Upon talking the whole ordeal out, he’ll try to be more open to receiving physical affection such as letting you put your head on his shoulder.

- (Established relationship hc) Observant of your feelings and behaviour. Later on in the relationship, it gets to a point where he can pick up patterns in your conversations with him.

(E.g my partner picked up on a pattern with me anytime I yapped to him about Aiden Pearce. In his words: “Aiden is so Interesting to analyse :3!!!”, “Am I overanalysing a mediocre game character from a mediocre franchise.”, “I LOVE AIDEN PEARCE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥”).

Sometimes the observant behaviour isn’t all that positive, as with this he jumps to conclusions in situations that you are under distress.

- Penguin pebbling. At random occasions he can gift a trinket to those he’s fond of, whether it be a random feather or stone, a scrap circuit board that he turned into a keychain, a piece of leftover scrap metal from building with a texture that he’s fond of, etc.

- Goes quiet when someone vents to him but contributes a word or two every so often as he feels bad not giving an answer

- Emotionally unpredictable. His resting face and tone makes it hard to tell how he feels, and at times can go quiet minutes after being talkative, which can leave you with a mixed bag of whether or not he’s pissed, neutral, happy or just wanting to be quiet.

- On a rare occasion or two will show physical affection to you or to those he’s close to without going tense. It can involve hand holding, hugging, playing with one’s face (tugging at your cheek, squeezing them or just simple caresses), resting his head on one’s shoulder & playing with their hair. But it’s only when he’s the one giving it.

- Had a habit of hoarding things like plushies or figures when he was a kid, and usually kept them in a space where it was an unorganised chaos that only he was able to transcribe. He was able to learn to let go of the hoarding habit, but still does it on an occasion or two.

- Give him a new pair of shoes that he’s comfortable with and months later they will look messy and well worn (e.g. white trainers? Nah those things are coming back slightly dirty and a bit yellowed)

- When any figures or display collectibles arrive, he has a specific ritual that he remembers off by heart and has been doing it since childhood, in which he’d rearrange his space, clean his hands and put on a set of gloves to delicately place and display the figure as to not damage it or ruin it

- An absolute sucker for chewing things when he’s bored. When he was a kid he chewed on packaging peanuts because the texture stimulated him. He eventually learned to drop the habit for more better alternatives like sweets or chewelry.

- At one point was really bad at keeping his room clean due to his hoarding habit that when he saw his friend’s room that was tidy and organised looking, he got envious and proceeded to clean his room; ranting from his shelves, floor, bed, tables and desk.

- Secretly likes to cook but is scared of what the other dedsec members might think of it as he isn’t the type of person to add seasoning.

- (Continuing from previous) Likes to ease out of his comfort zone with flavour slowly by researching, then proceeding to season the food he makes with the stuff he currently has at home.

- Had a special interest in glitch wars that lasted for 2 years. (Glitch wars as in the videogame in the in-game universe)

- (Established relationship hc) Sometimes will randomly approach you and declare that he wishes to squeeze your skull affectionately.

- (Established relationship hc) one time you made a specific food item for dinner. He fell in love with it. Only thing is he will only eat that specific food item if you make it, because he only likes it that way. Any other form it is made he will immediately decline it, even if it’s from a restaurant.