#i will eventually get to them of course but it'd be neat to see someone else make them too

[dailypokemoncrochet]

I blazed the post and I think I was right about my followers being biased! Before blazing the "not yet" option was around 78%, after blazing to general tumblr public it got to 57.3%!

Also a few people interpreted this as every Pokemon *including* all the variants and voted not yet. I personally think the answer is still not yet, even excluding variants (as in, not even one form of every Pokemon has been crocheted yet).

I am so intrigued by all the people who think that every Pokemon has already been crocheted, because as someone who has crocheted possibly the most unique kinds of Pokemon, there's no WAY they've all been done, by one person or not.

SO! I purposely went and crocheted an Eternatus which I was fairly sure no one had done yet because of its design even though it is reasonably popular. And then tried to search if there are any crochet Eternatus! But I still can't find any even though I have most definitely posted it here with the words "crochet" and "eternatus," so Idk maybe there is a crochet of every Pokemon already and we just can't find them! (Maybe internet search engines suck now, but it used to be (like even last year or two years ago) that you could just look up "crochet [pokemon]" and they'd pop up, even from my tumblr, even if I didn't add "tumblr" as a search criterion, but even now it doesn't pop up) (I don't even know how different languages on the internet would affect that)

Currently there are 1025 unique Pokemon species with at least 247 additional forms (regional variants, form differences, megas, gigantamaxes, etc)

[pineapples-spooky-month-blog]

A Not-So Flawless Robbery

Welp, I've been pretty hesitant to post this here thanks to my ✨anxiety✨ making me feel like the fic is bad and no good and that you're all gonna hate it, but I finally managed to work up enough courage to post it, sooo I hope you guys like it! (Btw CW for stabbing and blood)

It was the dead of night, in the middle of April. At this hour, most residents in the town of [Name unknown] found themselves fast asleep, resting comfily on their warm beds and wrapped up in their soft blankets as they slept the night away... 

“Ooo, look at this~! What a neat little keychain~!”

... And then, there was Thin and Fat. Or Theobald (More commonly referred to as Teddy) and Carlos as they were actually named, at least in this particular universe anyway. These two wannabe robbers were currently a little down on their luck financially, so they decided that they were gonna have a go at burglary to try and obtain some things of value that they could sell. But, while looking for their house of choice, Teddy got distracted by a cute little bat keychain he had spotted nearby. Somebody must've lost it when walking by earlier.

“*Sigh* Yep, sure is Teddy, now come on!” Carlos shouted with an annoyed tone as Teddy quickly shoved the keychain in his pocket and apologized before running after his partner. Teddy had a tendency to get distracted by little things while he and his friend were trying to do something else, which, if his tone was any indication, was rather annoying to Carlos.

After a few minutes, the two of them eventually settled on a house. It wasn't a super fancy one or anything, but it was still decent enough to where there could be some valuables in it, so it seemed like a good pick for this Duo’s first time robbing a place. “Alright, let's do this...” Carlos said to Teddy before pulling out a lockpick.

Meanwhile, we can see that these two are not the only ones who were awake much later than they should’ve been, as within this particular house, a young, sweet girl is seen sitting on the floor of her bedroom. The girl had blue hair tied up in 2 sets of pigtails, her canine teeth are seen sticking out of her mouth due to her overbite, and she wore a purple dress with a spiderweb patterned poncho on top of. The girl’s name?

Bew.

Currently, Bew is sitting in front of multiple terrariums of varying sizes, each of which containing a different type of spider which also varied in size. She was speaking to these spiders like you would to your human friends, rambling on about the day she had to them. Obviously the spiders didn’t seem too interested in what she was saying to them though, since... Well, they’re spiders.

“Oh yeah! And a brand new episode of the Happy Fella show aired today as well! It was amazing!” Bew said with an enthusiastic tone, “It revealed some more stuff about Sad Guy, who's like, my favorite character of all time, so of course that alone made the episode super good to me! And the sweet moment he and Happy Fella shared near the end as well, OUGH, MY HEART COULD BARELY HANDLE IT!! Sad Guy revealing that he had trouble looking for the good in himself, and that he felt like others didn't like him for being him, and then Happy Fella reassuring him and helping him gain enough courage to go out to that party with him, IT WAS TOO CUTE!!”

Bew then kinda moves her gaze downwards for a moment, beginning to gently twiddle her thumbs as she did. “Y'know, sometimes I kinda wish I could have a friend like Happy Fella in my life... a fella who's always there to make me happy... I mean, of course I have all of you guys, and you all make me happy obviously... But... I don’t know, I just... I guess it'd just be nice to have a human friend I could chat with sometimes as well. And yeah, I know I have my older brother to chat with, but he's over at the station so much, and it'd be nice to have someone to talk to while he isn't around...”

Suddenly, Bew's conversation with her spiders came to a halt as she then heard the sound of the front door slowly creaking open. “Huh?” She whispered confused, before she then began to hear footsteps and the sound of people whispering to each other... and neither of them sounded like her brother, the only other person who lived in this house with her.

Oh no... no no no no no, not again. Please not again.

Bew's heart began to pound as she veeery slowly opened her bedroom door, where much to her horror, she saw 2 masked men roaming around their house in the dark, shoving things into their bags as they wandered around. Bew instantly began to hyperventilate slightly as she backed away from the door and began to panic, but she managed to pull herself together slightly after a moment.

No. No, this was not happening, she wasn't letting this happen again. She couldn’t let this happen again.

Gathering all of her bravery, Bew quietly snuck out of her room and tried to keep out of sight of the thieves. She considered making her way to her brother's room and waking him up, he was a cop after all and as such had lots of experience in dealing with bad guys, but the intruders were too close to his bedroom door to get there without them noticing, and she wasn’t willing to wait around and pray to god that they moved away. She wasn’t gonna risk letting them enter her brother's room and hurt him. She was gonna have to fend them off by herself.

Bew quickly snuck into the kitchen and pulled out a knife from the knife rack. Her hands shook a little bit as she took a few deep breaths, staring at the knife as she tried to reassure herself before she headed back to the living room and stared at the larger of the two intruders. *Ok, you can do this Bew, you can do this. Just run up to them and attack...*

Bew then shakily lifted the knife up, took a deep breath, ran towards the intruder, and-

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!”

Carlos flinched and jumped a bit as he suddenly heard his partner let out a giant, pained scream. “Dude, what the Hell!?!” Carlos grew an angry expression and tone of voice as he turned to his partner, assuming that he had just seen a bug or something and freaked out. “You’re gonna get us caught, you-”

Carlos’ angered expression quickly turned into one of horror as he watched his partner violently shaking his leg, trying to get Bew off as she held onto him, the knife planted into Teddy's leg. “GET IT OFF!!! GET IT OFF OF ME!!!”

Bew quickly yanked the knife out of Teddy’s leg before stabbing him again in a different spot, making Teddy scream in pain again. Before Bew could stab him a third time, she lost her grip on Teddy’s leg as he finally managed to kick her off, knocking her a small distance away from him as he stumbled onto the ground, his leg now in a great deal of pain as blood trickled down it.

“JESUS CHRIST!!” Carlos shouted as he kneeled down next to his injured partner, and then over to Bew as she quickly stood back up and grabbed the knife off the floor, before starting to approach them again. “W-Waitwaitwaitwait, kid, stop!! P-Put the knife down!!”

“Why should I!?” Bew shouted, still trembling a bit. “I-I know why you two are here!! You’re here to hurt me and my brother, aren’t you!? W-Well I won’t let you!!”

“Nonononono, we aren’t!! W-We promise we aren’t!!” Teddy said, his body also trembling a bit.

“Then why are you here?” Bew asked, causing the thieves to begin desperately stuttering as they tried to think of an excuse that wouldn’t end with them getting chased around the house with a knife.

“Uhhh- W-We just, uhhh- W-W-We’re here... t-to be your friend! Y-Yeah, that’s it! We just wanted to be your friend!” Teddy blurted out in a panic. Wasn't the most convincing lie in the world, but he couldn't really think of anything better in the stress of the moment.

Luckily though, it still seemed to do the trick, as Bew lowered the knife down a bit upon hearing that, seeming to be a bit surprised by that response. “... You want... to be my friend...?”

“Uhhh, yep!” Carlos responded as he nervously played along, also unable to think of anything better, “Just wanted to get friendly with you, that's all!”

“But how do I know you aren't lying to me?”

"C-Cus we... we uhhh... Oh! Cus we even got you a gift! Y-Y'know, just so we could start off on good terms!" Teddy then reached into his pocket and pulled out the bat keychain from before. Seems like Teddy getting distracted by the keychain earlier was a good thing after all, as it seemed to do the trick in getting the girl to calm down. She continued to slowly approach the two, still holding the knife, but not pointing it at them anymore.

“You... You got me a gift...?” Bew asked softly as she reached out and grabbed the keychain from him, “Y-You even knew to get me a bat one... those are one of my favorite animals...! Thank you...!” 

Bew then slid the keychain into the pocket of her dress. She looked so happy now, like Teddy's gift had really touched her... which honestly made him feel rather guilty since he knew he didn't actually get it for her... 

“I guess you two seem pretty nice... So we can try to be friends.” Bew then set the knife down on the ground, no longer seeing the two as a threat. Bew then looked at Teddy's bleeding leg as he winced and teared up a bit in pain. “O-Oh yeah, sorry about that...” She said with some guilt in her voice, “H-Hold on, I think we've got something that can help! Just wait there!”

Bew then ran over to a nearby closet and looked through it for a moment, before pulling out a first aid kid and running back over to Teddy. She then pulled out a roll of gauze bandages from the kit, asking Teddy to roll up his pant leg before beginning to wrap the bandages around the wounds.

“There we go, all better!” Bew said after she finished wrapping up Teddy's leg. She then went to put the kit back into the closet as Carlos helped a limping Teddy get over to the couch, which the two then took a seat on.

“Ok, now that things are calmer, we should probably get each other's names!” Bew said as she walked back over to the thieves. “My name is Bew! Bew Redips! What about you two?”

“Oh, uhhh, we’re-”

“Carlos and Theobald! But you can just call me Teddy if you like!”

For the sake of not making Bew suspicious of them again, Carlos didn’t say anything to his partner, but on the inside he was screaming at him. He didn’t want to give Bew their actual names, just in case she ended up giving their information to a cop or something later, but clearly that thought didn’t cross Teddy’s head as he happily gave this random kid they just met who was living in the same house they were currently trying to rob their identities!

“Ok, Teddy and Carlos! Got it! Would you two like me to get anything for you? Like a drink or something?” Bew smiled warmly at the two of them as she waited for a response.

“Y-Yeah, sure! A drink would be nice.”

Bew then headed off to the kitchen to get them both a drink, leaving them by themselves for a moment.

 “... Huh. Well I'll admit, that was actually pretty smart of you, Teddy.” Carlos whispered, “Using the keychain as a gift to get her to trust us. Good job.”

“H-Heheh, yeah, t-thanks...” Teddy was trying to choke back his guilt as he spoke.

“However, I unfortunately can’t say the same thing about GIVING HER OUR ACTUAL IDENTITIES, YOU IDIOT!!!” Carlos’ tone suddenly changed completely, causing Teddy to get started and jump back a bit. “WHAT IF SHE GIVES OUR NAMES TO THE POLICE OR SOMETHING LATER!?!”

“I-I’m sorry, Carlos, I- I-I didn’t really think about that!!”

“*Sigh* Whatever, it’s done now, so let’s just hope that she doesn’t say anything... In the meantime, let’s just keep playing along with this whole “friend” thing for now. She’s gotta get tired and fall asleep eventually...”

After a few minutes, Bew returned to the living room holding a few mugs. “Here you go!” She said as she handed the mugs to the two of them. Upon grabbing them, the two could feel that the mugs were pleasantly warm to the touch, and they could also feel a faint warmth hit their faces as they held the mugs beneath them. “I decided to make you guys some Hot Cocoa! I hope you two like it!”

“Ooo~! Thank you so much!” Teddy said excitedly before blowing on the cocoa a bit and taking a sip. It tasted amazing... It was definitely some of the best cocoa he'd ever had. “Mmmm~! Wow, this is amazing~!”

“Thanks! I used some of my homemade cocoa powder to make it!”

Teddy quickly gulped up the rest of the delicious cocoa while Carlos just kinda stared down at his own cup. In all honesty, he wasn't the biggest fan of sweet stuff, so once Teddy was done with his cocoa, he went ahead and let him drink his cup as well.

“Well, at least one of you likes it!” Bew said before hopping onto the couch next to them. “Sooo... What should we do now? Do you guys just wanna... chat for a bit, or something?”

“Sure! That sounds nice! What do you wanna talk about?”

“Uuuuuhh, I'm not too sure...” Bew tried to quickly think up a conversation topic. “Hmmm... Oh, I think I got something! Do either of you guys like the Happy Fella show?”

Teddy let out a gasp of excitement as his pupils grew wide, “OOOO YES, I LOVE THAT SHOW~! Did you see the newest episode?”

“Oh heck yeah I did!! Was it completely amazing or what!?!”

Bew and Teddy then proceed to just go on and on and on and on about everything they liked about the new episode, then about how much they loved the show in general, then about their favorite character, then about other episodes that they enjoyed, etcetera. Carlos just kinda stared at them and sighed in annoyance as they went on, realizing that this night might end up being a lot longer than he had hoped...

..................................................

Several hours later, Carlos and Teddy found themselves slowly awakening, as Carlos had passed out due to the immense bordem he was experiencing, and Teddy and Bew ended up chatting until they were exhausted, and the two of them also fell asleep.

"Oh, good morning!” Bew said with a smile, having woken up about half an hour or so before they did.

“Wh... H-Huh...?” Carlos mumbled as Teddy leaned up and stretched.

“Mmmm... How, uh... How long have we... b-been asleep for...?”

“Long enough for me and Bew to wake up before you did.”

Carlos and Teddy's faces went blank, and they both simultaneously thought *OH FUCK*, as they found themselves directly in front of Bew's older brother, who definitely did not look very pleased with their presence.

“Guys, this is my older brother Jace!” Bew said enthusiastically to the thieves, “He's, like, super cool! One of the coolest people on earth probably! He fights bad guys and throws them in jail for a living!”

Carlos and Teddy grow even more nervous as they realize they had not only broken Into someone's house and gotten caught, but by some horrific luck, they had broken into the house of a COP. They were so screwed and they knew it.

“Bew... Do you think you could go into your room for a moment...?” Jace asked his little sister, who nodded before heading back into her room, leaving the thieves alone with her brother... 

“... Uhhh... N-Now please wait a second, we swear it’s not what it-”

“Yes. Yes it is.” Jace interrupted, “Nobody is breaking into a house in the middle of the night with ski masks on because they wanted to be friends with someone they’ve never even seen before. I’m not stupid.”

“A-Are you gonna throw us in jail...?”

“I probably should, but I’m not going to. I do not wanna start off the day by making an arrest. Besides...” Jace gestures to the gauze bandages on Teddy’s leg, which were visible through the holes that the knife had made in his pant leg. “I think getting stabbed in the leg with a knife was punishment enough. Speaking of which...”

Jace goes to the closet for a moment and soon comes back holding the roll of bandages Bew had used last night, which he then handed to Teddy. “Just go ahead and take this with you. You’ll need to change the bandages once or twice a day until the wounds heal.”

“O-Oh, uh, thank you.” Teddy said as he grabbed the bandages from Jace.

“You’re welcome. Now please get out of my house. I need to get Bew ready for school and myself ready to go to the station.”

Carlos helps Teddy stand up and walk over to grab their bags-

���And leave the bags.”

Teddy and Carlos leave their bag’s in the house as they go to the door and exit, Jace closing and locking it behind them.

“... W-Well... That could’ve gone a bit better...”

“Oh yeah, ya’ THINK?!” Carlos shouted before groaning in annoyance. “God, that was embarrassing! First you got stabbed by a child, then we both passed out, and then we found out that the house we broke into belonged to a COP of all people, and we didn't even end up leaving with any-” Carlos cuts himself off as he takes a deep breath to try and calm himself down. “You know what... Whatever. It's fine. Let's just go home...”

Carlos continues to help Teddy walk as the two of them make their way back to their house... However, Teddy couldn't help but glance back at Bew's house before it went out of view.

Even if they weren't there for very long, and even if she did kinda... stab him in the leg, that girl was honestly pretty nice once she calmed down, and she was definitely really fun to talk to. It wasn't very common for him to find someone he connects so well with... Most times when he tried to talk to people in the past, whether it be about things he liked or just about himself, it always seemed like the other person was barely listening, just waiting for him to shut up. Heck, even Carlos, who was supposed to be his best friend and someone he personally viewed as a brother figure, was often guilty of that... but not Bew. It genuinely seemed like she was listening to him... like she was really enjoying chatting with him... and because of that, he honestly couldn’t help but feel a little bad that he couldn't even properly say goodbye to her before they left...

[tubbypeddle]

Hi! I love your writing for jjba, especially your matchups, they're really cute! And so I was wondering if I could perhaps request a matchup for jjba golden wind?

Appearance wise, I'm about 5'4", have thick curly brown hair (absolute nightmare to get neat sometimes haha), hazel eyes, wear glasses, quite pale, freckles, and am quite curvy. Also, I'm a Sagittarius and am INFP last I checked, and also I am female.

More on my personality, I think of myself as a kind person but I have a tendency to be very insecure (both in terms of how I see myself as a person and also insecure physically; I got bullied a lot when I was younger ): ). I'm also quite an anxious and sensitive person and can quite easily experience sudden flips in how I feel (like one moment I'm alright and then the next I'm crying somewhere else), I am also generally a shy person but more in the 'I won't talk to you unless you talk first' way. More positively though, I'm quite smart, I see myself as a compassionate person and I love being able to help anyone wherever I am able to, especially if it involves trying to cheer someone I care about up, and speaking of which I'm fiercely protective of my loved ones.

More about me as a person, I'm autistic, and from this I have too many hyperfixiations of which I love talking about but again, can be quite shy with at first and think that it annoys my peers whenever I start to infodump (I love infodumping). Not just from this but just in general, I don't like loud noises (e.g. yelling, machines, alarms) unless it's in my control like music for example in my headphones (particularly metal; it's a great stress reliever for me and also one of my hyperfixiations of sorts), and sometimes I struggle to focus and process so just need to be gently redirected at times.

My style is typically just comfortable things like baggy band shirts and comfortable skirts or shorts, with nets, but sometimes when I'm feeling bursts of confidence I do indulge myself in more gothic clothes once in awhile.

My hobbies are primarily writing and drawing, which unfortunately for me requires a lot of motivation for me to be able to do at times, but I also like games too, or in cases where maybe my head and heart are racing a bit too fast to my liking, I even just like going out for walks.

My love languages in terms of giving to a partner is physical affection and gift giving; I'm big on hugs and cuddles as they usually calm me down pretty fast and I also just love being able to feel others warmth as it reminds me that I am there and with them, and as for gift giving I love making my partners happy, even if it's the most miniscule of gifts I'm giving them, it makes me even happier to witness their gratitude over something so small from me.

As for my possible preferences in receiving, I also love physical affection as it makes me feel loved, safe and secure, but the other one that I value most in receiving is words of affirmation; validation, patience and reassurance means so so much to me, especially when a partner affirms to me that they truly care about me and see me as equal and not stupid or burdening to them or anyone else.

That's about all I can think of about myself, hope I didn't go too overboard 😅. I'd be so appreciative if you take this ask as I've been having a hard time and it'd cheer me up, but if you're uncomfortable with any aspects of this I completely understand. Once again, love your jjba writing! And thank you!

oh my goshh hii??

usually these would be trades, but I understand the want to be anonymous, so i'll let it slide this time (/j /nm) Also, feel free to infodump on me if you want! I love hearing about people's interests 👀 so if you're comfortable, share with me! I might not respond immediately, but I will eventually. /gen

(author's notes: creds to gif owners, of course <3 you're so cute, this was so fun! Hope you enjoy it!)

Italy is so pretty this time of year isn't it? As long as you aren't a gullible tourist that is, because your first match is...!

Giorno Giovanna!

It isn't your comfortable sense of style that draws him in when he first sees you, or even your pretty cute figure. It's your kindness.

He's lived a life of cruelty, he has seen the horrors the world has to offer since he was very young. And since then, he's only met two people who showed genuine kindness to others. So when he sees you, probably feeding a duck that he himself created, he's blown away.

He comes up to you then, while you're feeding bread to the duck, and he crouches down beside you. "Thank you for feeding Bella," he'd say. "It's such a hassle trying to feed her without her throwing a fit."

It wasn't. He just wanted an excuse to talk to you, really.

Your aversion to loud noises is kind of perfect with him actually, because he isn't a loud person and also doesn't really like loud noises himself. It makes it very easy to allow yourselves to fall into comfortable silences, or have soft spoken conversations. Probably while you're drawing or writing and he's working on whatever paperwork he needs to do as the Don of a Mafia.

Plenty of time for quality time.

He may not be big on physical touch at first, due to his own traumas, but he is capable of warming up to it if you show him how much you love it and how to properly hug someone. Once this happens, he gives the best hugs. He squeezes you just right and won't let go until you do.

But words of affirmation come easy to him. He's very good with his words, and he likes to remind you that he loves you like this. Complimenting you, praising you, expressing his affection to you, reassuring you. He hates seeing you feel so insecure about yourself. Truthfully, if he saw someone else being insecure, he'd think them to be weak. But he's always had a bit of a soft spot for you.

He tells you earnestly how much you mean to him, how crazy he'd go if something happened to you.

He's a little surprised when you stand up to Abbacchio for him. He doesn't need it, but he's never met someone who would even try to stand up for him. It warms his heart as much as it worries him, because if you could go up to Abbacchio without a hint of fear, he doesn't want to see how far you would go against Stand users. He doesn't want you getting hurt.

Also, Giorno is absolutely autistic, and understands that part of you a lot better than anyone else would.

And of course, Giorno isn't the only one who's eye you caught.

One lovely Miss

Trish Una! also quite likes you

She finds you absolutely charming, in that awkward kitten kind of way. Where Giorno would let you take the lead in the pace of the relationship, she's happy to do it.

She sets the pace, though she's happy to wait for things if you think she's going too fast.

Her favorite date activity is dressing you up, honestly. Her love languages are quality time and physical touch, so as long as she can spend time with you, she's happy. Maybe she'll even ask you to draw her. She says she can't even draw a stick man. Trust that she keeps every single drawing you give her, because she is obsessed with your art.

Your number 1 fan, right here.

But she also has no issue with showering you in praises and reassurances. If it makes you feel more loved by her, she's happy to please.

I can just see that she absolutely adores your freckles, because she also has freckles that she usually tries to hide with makeup. She likes freckles a lot more on you than she does on herself.

I also just know she's a big believer of zodiac signs. Her being a Gemini, and you being a Sagittarius, she thinks it's perfect. Fire and air signs are notoriously compatible, and she likes that a lot about the two of you together.

She may seem so so intimidating when you first meet her, she has just endless patience for you and your feelings. She's here for you. She wants you to talk to her about everything you're feeling, even if you think it's dumb. She makes it so easy for conversation to just flow. It's neverending between you two.

Honorary mentions! Narancia Ghirga he just finds you so so cute! You're so sweet, like candy! He could just eat you up! Maybe he still has a chance? 👀 Pannacotta Fugo He absolutely understands the anxiety and the need for words of affirmation. But he doesn't think he'd ever get over his aversion to touch. He believes you deserve better. That doesn't stop him from feeling jealous when he sees you with Giorno and Trish, though.

I'm sorry if you don't like it, but I had a lot of fun writing it! Sorry for the wait!

[thatkippycat]

Freckle&Ivy x Poly!Reader Headcanons

My first shot at headcanons, and I had to pick something I have no personal experience with. Enjoy!

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• You saw Freckle and Ivy dancing one night at the Lackadaisy, and boy were you starstruck.

• Two beautiful people who are seemingly opposites, yet are still lovey dovey? Yes please!

• Is what was most likely thought in your head.

• Of course, having multiple partners at once isn't exactly mainstream, so you settle with approaching them and, at the very least, befriending them.

• Guess what, the feelings didn't go away, in fact they multiplied.

• Eventually, after a while you work up the courage to talk to Freckle and Ivy.

• Soooooo, pitching the idea to them was a hassle.

• You wanted to take it slower with the explanation of what you were asking, but you kept tripping over your words.

• Eventually you ended up just, spitting it out, a decision you immediately regretted.

• Curiously, though, Ivy and Freckle were...cool with it?

• Granted, some of it had to deal with Ivy thinking it'd be an interesting idea, and Freckle being a people pleaser, but you got to take victories where you can find them, y'know?

• The three of you decided to go for it, and boom, poly couple.

• Unfortunately, no matter which way you identify, you'll have to hide the affection for them.

• The 1920s had lots of cool beer and neat criminals, but folks weren't exactly accepting of anything out of the norm, and Freckle and Ivy were already an established couple.

• Don't worry though, that just means you get extra love in private!

• Well, as in private you can get, that is.

• Private time is short, having to fit between Ivy's college classes and y'all's work at the Lackadaisy.

• Because yeah, you probably landed a job over there, either because you wanted the job, or because they desperately need supervision.

• Bonus perks if you're good with a needle and thread, because Ivy needs someone to fix her clothes up, and Freckle needs someone to fix his cousin up.

• Speaking of Rocky, he's not really suprised when he finds out.

• Man's been traveling the country, he's encountered lots of stuff like this.

• Actually, a lot of the Lackadaisy members are atleast fine with the idea of the three of you together.

• I mean, speakeasies were the place for people and relationships who didn't conform after all.

• And that means you can be all lovey dovey with them at the Lackadaisy with only the odd stares of new patrons.

• Of course you do have one-on-one dates, especially when either Freckle or Ivy are busy.

• Ivy will take you out shopping and just generally hanging out around town.

• Whether you're fem or masc, she'll get you the perfect outfit.

• Just know, you'll be carrying the stuff, and Freckle's aching arms are ever so grateful for your sacrifice.

• Late night study dates at either her dorm or a local library (depending on gender) are also pretty common, especially when finals roll around.

• She also likes when she can take a break from the work to sneak off somewhere private where you two can be all cuddly.

• As for Freckle, he mainly just goes with what you want to do.

• Want to head out and see a play? Freckle'll come along too. Spend some time just fixing things and cleaning? Freckle loves that? Recover after Rocky convinced you to do something stupid? Trust me, he's been there, and he's right there next to you.

• That's not to say he's completely hobbyless, he'll take you out to baseball games and parks when he's feeling confident.

• Freckle will stay away from anything too high energy though.

• He doesn't want to show off his more... psychotic side.

• He'll invite you over to his house however.

• As a friend, of course.

• You are about 70% sure that Nina knows, though, but doesn't say anything to keep Freckle happy.

• All in all, you three make things work, even with the weirdness of the situation.

• Oh and by the way, I hope you don't mind not having both of your hands when you're alone with them.

• Odds are the one of, if not both of them, will be holding your hands throughout the day.

• But hey, who needs hands when you've got a kick-ass girlfriend and a shy, unstable boyfriend?

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

some hcs for sniper with a taxidermist s/o?

TF2 Snipers with a Taxidermist S/O

EXCITING. I find taxidermy so interesting though I'm not entirely sure I could do it myself.

Tw: animal death, taxidermy and things involved in that

Red (Lawrence)

Finds it interesting though he's never really done it himself. He's more of a "use all parts" kinda guy. Use the meat and the bones and the skin… nice not to let it go to waste, you never know when you might need it.

If there's a part you don't care for doing (gutting, skinning, etc) Lawrence would awkwardly offer to do it for you as a romantic gesture. If you do it together, it'll be bonding! He's going to be a stickler for you using proper equipment so you don't get sick- don't expect him to hold himself to the same standard.

Or he could just watch. Your gloved hands smoothing over wire and sculpted molds. It's soothing for him. As though you're giving life to it once again.

Whenever he finds skulls and teeth and what have you when he's out in the wilds... well they're yours if you want 'em. Maybe the teeth he could uh... make them into a necklace for you. Carve little things into the bone that are symbols of his adoration. 

If you give him something you put together, he'll get oddly emotional about it. Clears his throat a lot while thanking you. And then it'll have a permanent place in his living quarters so he'll see it constantly. Likes more serene, natural posings. As if they were having a moment untouched by humans. 

Blu (mick)

Mick finds it kind of hot, actually. Do you skin it yourself, too? Get nitty gritty with a knife in the carcass? He appreciates someone that can get down and bloody. 

See, he'd find it really romantic to go hiking and scavenging to find something special for you. Ethical and all that, yeah? 'Course it'd be a bonus if a dropbear attacked him and he ended up bringing it back for you. 

Initially he's interesting in the more macabre aspects of it. Playing with death. Yet he'll watch you several times, almost beginning to end in the process. Contemplative. It's all so delicate, isn't it? It takes a finesse he recognizes in his own work. A focus and attention to small details. He wants to learn how.

Like Lawrence, he'll try to give you teeth or other neat little curiosities he finds. Even if you don't use them, it's rather like a cat bringing you kills to show affection.

He hints at wanting something eventually. You know. When you can. While Mick isn't big into getting gifts, he does treasure them. This is something you have a special interest in, so it's kind of a win-win. He likes posing that's feral and aggressive. Teeth bared and ready to attack. Also Weird fantastical stuff. 

[sugurushimura]

May I ask why you headcanon Midou as a trans woman? I always headcanonned Higuchi as trans out of all the Yotsubas (FtM though, not MtF) and I'd really like to hear your reasoning!

oh man, this is one of those headcanons that i've had for so long that it's kind of just cemented itself in my brain... the idea was actually my boyfriend @teethrotter's first, so what initially sparked it lies in his mind alone. i'm not sure if he even told me anything specifically other than "hey, i think it'd be neat if mido was a trans woman" so we tried it out for a while and it just stuck... i'm not sure when exactly that was, maybe 2016 or 2017? over 5 years for sure.

by this point, it's not even a decision i actively make, i just see mido and she registers immediately as a woman with my brain. seeing her he/him'd in canon feels wrong... although i am obviously not arguing that trans mido is even vaguely implied, she's just such a minor character that headcanoning her as a closeted trans woman doesn't change literally anything.

the headcanon does play into my own interpretation of mido pretty heavily, and it works well with how i perceive her canon personality. imo, mido is someone who is very resigned with her life. she was born into a high-status family that placed a lot of weight on her shoulders wrt being a Good Member Of Society. she went to an elite college, got a law degree, and went on to become a bigwig at the yotsuba group. she clearly excels at her job, but according to htr, she actually hates the division she works in. she's well-liked amongst her colleagues -- better than any of them except ooi, in fact -- but in turn seems to like very few of them. her social skills are quite good, but she seems... disengaged, to say the least, at the model party.

pretty much every facet of mido's life, except her fencing hobby, is spent doing things she hates and interacting with people that she dislikes. and yet she shows absolutely no signs that she's interested in changing it -- hell, she doesn't even bother speaking out against the kira murders, which seem to weigh on her conscience. of course, there's a real threat of death if she does that, but it isn't as if she simply abstains from the meetings; she's an incredibly active participant!

all this plays into the greater feeling that mido is resigned to her own misery even when she really doesn't have to be. i think she developed this tendency mainly because of her family, but eventually it became such a habit that to change now feels to her like she'd have wasted all that pain and effort. sunk-cost fallacy, you know? at times, too, i think she's prone to romanticizing her own pain in a sort of "oh, woe is me, i'm such a dutiful son and such a productive member of society, look at how much i've sacrificed for the sake of the status quo, how tragic am i..."

her gender identity, too, is a reflection of that. gender is such a fundamental part of how we perceive ourselves and others; i think it ties everything together to have mido, who is really and truly a woman, lock it up inside herself and just go along with the way she was raised to present because, even despite the misery it causes her, it would be troublesome to change it all now and would damage the image she's spent so long cultivating. besides, if she changed this now, that would open a lot of doors. what else about her life would she be happier if she changed?

my own experiences with gender are somewhat similar. there was a time when i was younger where i realized that i was a trans man, but thought it would be too much of a hassle to come out and completely change who i am publicly. i had more or less resigned myself to living the rest of my life that way, and it was only thanks to my boyfriend's encouragement that i changed my mind. i'm very glad i did, and it's probably no coincidence that i also imagined myself getting a business degree at that point in my life...

i love mido and i'd like for her to reach self-actualization, at least to some extent. in most lighthearted AUs, i default to writing her as out of the closet and fully transitioned -- albeit still working a job she hates. it's also very important to me that she comes out to shimura after the kira case. after being put through such a stressful situation and realizing that she really could have been killed (...oops), i think she realizes that, at the end of the day, she needs someone else to know. it might as well be shimura, who shows her so readily that he's been wrestling with the horror of their situation more frantically than any of them, who still shows compassion after everything they've done.

also, mido has the trans haircut. you know, the ambiguous "it's just short enough that mom won't say anything" look.

(as an aside, i think i've heard trans man higuchi brought up before! not for several years, though, and only briefly, unless i'm forgetting something. although it personally isn't a headcanon that i share, he's such an envious person and focuses his own identity so intensely on other men that i could see it being written in a very compelling way. the whole "i want him AND i want to be him" thing, however in denial he is about it, is very real... i would love to see that concept explored more! i am probably not the person to do it, though.)

[syn4k]

ashes question: did pix ever get up to anything interesting while alone in the desert? and how did he like. survive for so long

interesting? not really. unless you were the court up until two years after his disappearance, still sending people out into the desert and anxiously awaiting any news. as for how he survived, the answer is "barely".

for the first year and a half or so after he left, he still had a pretty good sense of self-preservation, no matter how much he tried to ignore it. (and ignore it he did- that's how he got to where he was at the start of Ashes. ignoring your personal needs goes against every instinct in your body. it takes practice. this did not happen overnight.) due to this, he'd find towns far out and knock on or hover in front of random doors, asking one thing: a roof for the night. no food, no water, just somewhere to sleep. it didn't even have to be a bed.

those who hadn't heard or didn't recognize him nodded usually, letting him in. he was always gone when they checked the next morning, sometimes with a small note of thanks. those who did recognize who he was and what he had done either let him in but with a pitied look or denied him entrance entirely. over time as news spread, he was recognized more and more.

for him, the pity was worse than being denied entry, and he began to hope for the second option. eventually, he stopped walking into villages entirely, and began avoiding them

after that, he subsided mostly on the dew that gathered on cacti in the mornings and rotten flesh. yep. rotten flesh. sometimes he found and cooked rabbits that had stayed in the heat too long and had overheated. mans got sick a lot.

he sheltered in random caves he found above or below the surface, sometimes abandoned homes (although those were a kick in the teeth to stumble upon more often than not because 1. most of them flew the pixandrian banner still and 2. they were a reminder of how he had failed Everyone which was why he had left and- you get the point.)

as time went on, he found himself needing less and less to get by. take that as you will, but it meant that eventually he could travel long distances without too much to go on

i mentioned that people looked for him, right? yeah. his own people did, his allies did (see: fwhip's comment in chapter 13), and in a way he was looking for himself in solitude too, but the sands only reflected his own past back to him and so all he saw most days was a wasteland.

the pixandrians conducted search parties, both official and not, but they dwindled fast since it was basically looking for a needle in a haystack. also, pix was scarily good at disappearing and hiding in plain sight. sometimes someone thought they saw a lone figure walking on the horizon, but when they got closer, he was gone. of course at that point he was little more than a myth and a mirage

(about 4 years after he left and the empire had mostly collapsed in on itself, a merchant was trudging through the wastes looking for abandoned houses to loot. something shiny caught their eye, and they bent down to look. it was a compass housed in copper, long since pitted and oxidized. they took out their own compass to see if maybe they could sell or maybe even replace the new one since it'd go for a much higher price, but instead of pointing north, the copper compass pointed southeast, the way the merchant had come, from the old desert capital populated mostly by stray dogs and librarians looking for legends and history. you can't sell history. they had been told that there was a lot of copper around here, though, so they decided to look around for some anyways.)

(the thing didn't even work properly, they thought with a scoff, and tossed it back into the sand. absolutely useless.)

(had they seen the "P.R" inscribed on the back in neat lettering, though, they might have hesitated a second before throwing it back in.)

[countlessrealities]

Unpopular opinion about Ash, then Rick? Both separate prompts, just thought it'd be neat to see. c:

Salty Ask List

Ash

This is not new for you, since we have talked about it already a few times, but my unpopular opinion is that Ash, aside from not being a villain, isn't stupid or weak either. People tend to demonise her because she ends up being a tool for the actual bad guy, as they do often with characters put in her position (a stark example is how many fans hate Mabel for how she acts in the first part of the GF finale...completely forgetting that she's a 12 years old girl). Additionally, not to be petty but, somehow, this sort of shit happens mostly with female characters. Anyway, back to Ash. Is she a little gullible? Maybe, but that's because she is young, traumatised and has been brought up firstly in a society were it was okay to sacrifice your kids to a giant serpent and then by a guy exploited her more than anything else. She has been conditioned since she was a kid to believe that her fate resided in someone else's hands. It's not until she meets and gets to know Gary's crew that she starts to realise that she has a right to free will too. Invictus obviously exploit this to get through her. I find insane that people decide that someone is bad just because an asshole (and not just an asshole, but one that's a god-like being) managed to exploit their trauma. So yeah, she can be naive, she can be a little easy to manipulate, she can be too quick to grow conclusions, but that doesn't make her weak or stupid. Unlike the other characters who Invictus possessed, she resisted him for a very long time before starting to believe him and falling under his control. He exploited Fox's death to do that, a death he orchestrated because he had understood that he couldn't have won her over without adding to her pain. Also, we're talking about a being how has poisoned and destroy all the other Titans. I honestly don't see how any of this makes her stupid or weak.

Rick

I don't know if this is an unpopular opinion, but I've seen people complaining about how Rick has been acting in the latest season, claiming that he is OOC. Why? Because he acts a bit more decently towards Morty and the family in general. I think that these people should rewatch the show, because the change wasn't as sudden as the claim, and Rick isn't out of character. Something happened and that something is called "character development". Rick's character (and Morty's too) evolves a lot during the show, through experiences and interactions with other characters. There are changing even between season 1 and 2, even if they are more subtle. Obviously, since for someone like Rick, who has spent 40 years basically turning himself into a cynical nihilist, changing again, especially into someone who can show that he cares, who can trust and rely on others, it's definitely not easy. But that doesn't mean that it's possible. The first signs are how he and Morty grow close during the first couple of seasons. Morty goes from being his hypothetical grandson to being Rick's best friend (even if of course Rick never calls him that...yet). He even chooses to stay after he made a mess with the president of their current dimension because Morty doesn't want to leave their new family behind. And Rick eventually grows attached to that too. There's also another element to consider. At the start of season 6, Rick is confronted once again with the painful past he had started to move on from and that reopens a lot of old wounds for him, together with bringing back his old obsession (as we see at the end of the season). Yet, he doesn't want to throw away everything he had gained during the previous seasons, and I personally think that he is more visibly open towards the family also because he is very aware of what would have happened once he had let said obsession swallowing him and he wanted them to have something good from him, because that's what he thinks they deserve. It's the same reason why he builds Rickbot for Morty. Sure, he lies and tricks him again, but for once his intentions were good (he wanted to protect him), which marks a big change compared to the start of season 1, when Morty was more of a convenient tool first and foremost. I could sit here and analyse each season, but I won't bore you with that x'D The point is that, even in a show like Rick and Morty, the characters evolve and develop. And if people can't accept that, well, then go watch some other show -shrug-

[winter-sol]

After playing through the brothers' scenes, I decided to replay Levi's and pay more attention to it. Even though the whole halloween ambience leads to this kind of dialogues, there was something about his that particularly grabbed my attention.

See, while the other brothers' are also kinda yandere or sick in their own ways, I suddenly realized that Levi's hit me the most not only because he's my favorite, but also because of how real it looks(?) at least to me.

Allow me to explain. We all know his prototype as a character was originally a yandere boy. Of course, he's the avatar of envy, after all. It makes sense, even if they ultimately decided against it and well, the concept still works with our current Levi.

But maybe. Just maybe. Is this how our relationship with him could've been if they decided to keep that concept? Or not necessarily, let's assume this is still our Levi. Is this how him as a toxic boyfriend would look like?

Someone who not only is insecure but projects his insecurity and unleashes it on you. You're the one who has to take responsability over his jealousy and his insecurity, after all, he puts so much attention in everything you do, he thinks about you the most, how dare you look anywhere else but him? You belong to him, just as much as he belongs to you. Sure, real Levi is insecure and is quite open about it, but he doesn't directly try to manipulate you with that. Well, toxic Levi would, and here he is.

So see, this is where it gets real because Levi does indeed say "you're mine" in canon, in different situations, even if he tends to assume you wouldn't actually be his since he's a shut-in and an otaku, he actually wants you to be his and his only, and boy, he doesn't particularly hide it when it's only the two of you.

And he also does say stuff like "why would you want someone like me". We're kinda used to it now, but it's not that different from this frame.

It's pretty interesting to see the differences when you choose to say "I don't belong to anyone" or "I'm yours already". In the first option, he goes "Of course not", already assuming you wouldn't want to be his, but if you choose the latter, his mind immediatly denies it, something he already does in canon, holy s---. It's not that different, and that's exactly why it feels so real.

And that one? It sounds just so miserable. Please look me in the eye and tell me real Levi, in a hopeless state of mind, wouldn't at least think about saying something like that. It's too possible.

While all (or almost all) the brothers may show some possesive traits, on different levels, in canon, I think Levi has to be one of the most possesive and (obviously) jealous from them. So this thing here is as creepy as it's thrilling because, oh boy, is this what my cute otaku demon boyfriend could eventually become? Under certain circumstances? No, I don't think so, don't worry guys. But that's why it's so interesting, it makes me wonder the what ifs. Levi is intense, way too much. And this is how it'd look like in a bad ending.

(No, I'm not romanticizing these traits, just exploring the dark vibes from this event and connecting it with canon)

Anyways, the scene ends with him getting flustered if you tell him you love him and that kinda cuts the scary vibe we were getting from him. It's funny and it works. It shows how, even if he's cursed, he can still be his usual cute self at the end of the day. But gee, the scenes from this event really got my attention more than I was expecting. Neat.

[astaroth1357]

AYE requests briefly open you say? Then here ya go: MC (female or gn) turns into a child for a day courtsey of Solomon (maybe around 5) with the Brothers. I think it'd be adorable, what with finger painting on spell books and things, but there ya go!

The MC is Now Five Years Old, Thanks Solomon...

Oh boy…. A little kid in Hell sounds like a train wreck admittedly, but at least they'll have some pretty strong guardians right? I heard It'll Be Okay by SMLE & Helen Tess and decided that was JUST the feel this sort of request needed.

Intro:

Solomon really doesn't mess up spells often. He's been doing this for a while (at least as far as my headcanon is concerned) so he's gotten pretty damn good at magic over the years. It takes a looot to make him mess up. Like say, a natural disaster, an unexpected surprise… or a whole-ass MC getting knocked into what sigil he's using at just the wrong time. Yeah. That'll do it.

How in the world is he going to explain this to the brothers…?

Lucifer

His anger toward Solomon is quite severe… tempered only slightly by how utterly adorable kid!MC is. (Well all know he's got that soft spot for cute things 🤭) It reminds him so much of his brothers at that age…

The man basically reverts back to being Dad!Lucifer sooo fast.

He's the one tying their shoes, checking on them throughout the day, making sure they're not running with scissors… that sort of thing.

Weirdly enough he's not that bothered by it… In fact, his brothers find it a little unnerving just how at peace he seems when he's keeping track of kid!MC doing this or that… It's like he's just put on an old pair of gloves and found out they still fit.

Speaking of his brothers, Lucifer can't turn off "Parent Mode" so it starts spilling over to them too...

When he started telling Levi "It's bedtime" and used a napkin to wipe Beel's face for him in public, they decided to hold an informal intervention. They're grown demons now, damnit!! 😖

Mammon

The first thing kid!MC did when they saw Mammon was fling themselves at him while screaming "MAMMIE!!!" at the top of their lungs… Regardless of his confusion, the man could probably die happy now.

He only gripes a little bit about being saddled with babysitting duty… Because everybody knows he's not the babysitter now. He's the playmate.

"Mammie, I wanna play House!!" "I ain't playing House with ya, kid. How 'bout Tag?" "No way, you're too fast!"  "Hide'n Seek?" "Luci said we can't play that no more…" "Well don't hide in the oven again!" "You didn't find me!!" "That was the problem!!!"

Pretty much the Man-Child/Actual Child Duo. He's perfect for keeping up with them and they'll whine incessantly when they can't find him for too long...

Totally the brother to take them to the amusement park or really any of those super fun places kids love. He will be just as excited as they are to be there, too.

It's not uncommon to find Mammon passed out on a couch or something with an equally exhausted kid!MC sleeping on his back. The two can really wear each other out…

Leviathan

He's probably the least perturbed by this change. Sudden de-aging of characters is a pretty popular anime trope, after all...

He's not all that taken with kid!MC though to be honest… Largely because he's too worried about keeping his stuff out of their grubby mitts. 😖

"Levi, what's this?" "GAH! Don't touch that!! That's my limited edition Ultra☆Rainbow Witch figurine!!" "I wanna play with it, though!" "It's not a toy!!" "That's not fair! You have nothing but toys, Levi!! You need to share!!" "NO I DON'T!!!"

In those times where Lucifer forces him to share, Levi goes full neat-freak. He handles all the discs and games himself, everything gets practically sterilized, and kid!MC HAS to wash their hands before they touch ANYTHING (especially the game controllers). He ain't risking any random kid-gunk getting on his precious possessions… 😰

He does enjoy playing games with them well enough, at least. No one's going to pass up a game of Devil Kart after all!

Sometimes he'll let them win just to see how happy they get… Though, then they start getting a big head about it so he has to remind him who the actual gamer is with another string of losses... Sucks to suck, kid! 😌😏

Satan

… You know, five year-olds ask a lot of questions… A looot of questions…

"Satan, what's that?" "An umbrella. You use it so that rain doesn't get on you." "Where does rain come from?" "Evaporated water collects in the atmosphere and-" "Is rain like the sky peeing?" "...." "Satan? Does your face hurt?... Satan?"

Please Lord, they may not be on speaking terms, but someone has to have mercy on his patience...

In truth, Satan's kind of charmed by how curious kid!MC is, he just wished they'd listen more to his boring explanations…

"Satan? Why does everyone listen to Diavolo?" "Lord Diavolo is like a king to us demons." "Where's his crown?" "He doesn't wear a crown." "Oh… You don't wear a crown and people listen to you. Are you a king too?" "I mean, you're not wrong… 😏" "Satan, get back to work."

Eh, maybe having a little MC isn't all that bad. They don't lie, after all. 😌

Asmodeus

OMG he hasn't seen a child this cute since the twins were in diapers!!!!

If Mammon isn't around then Asmo takes over babysitting duties (like an actual babysitter) and he's more than happy to do it. It reminds of him of taking care of baby Belphie!

If kid!MC has any interest at all in makeup then he's happy to foster it. He won't give them the good stuff of course, but he'll show them how to do blush, eyes, lipstick, nail polish, whatever!

He also dabbles in a bit of facepaint so do they want to look like a kitty, panda, or dragon? He's got them covered.

Asmo just likes to let them be creative in all forms, really. He's going to be the one to break out the paint and markers and just the kid!MC go to town! (hopefully not on the walls…)

Takes pictures of whatever they draw, good or bad, and happily displays them to everyone. There's not a big enough fridge to hold all the art he's going to collect (and zealously protect).

Beelzebub

Playmate #2 right after Mammon, but he's the less excitable, more responsible one.

"Beel! Beel! Watch me jump off this slide!!" 😰 "Please don't… You could hurt yourself… You slide down slides. That's why they're called that." "*GASP*... That's right! You're a genius!!" *sits back down* "Not really, but thank you." 😊 *waits for them at the bottom*

If the MC is with Beel, they're doing one of two things. Either they're playing together or gorging themselves on junk food.

Beel actually likes "domestic" games like House and Tea Party because it's an excuse to raid the kitchen. He'll play "house-husband" all day as long as he gets to actually eat at every imaginary dinnertime.

He'll play active games too, of course. Especially action-oriented ones like "Cops and Robbers" or Superheros. No one's better at roughhousing than Beel! Though he'll go easy on them, cause they're small and all… 😅

Everyone can always tell when Beel's in charge of them because he carries them around on his shoulders. He's the tallest one of the family so it's like getting to be a giant!

Belphegor

Belphie was introduced to kid!MC when they started crying during one of his naps. They couldn't wake him and they thought he was dead… Followed directly by them declaring their tears were magic when they noticed his eyes opened.

He proceeded to close his eyes again and purposely play dead just to get them all worried again. It was the smile creeping up onto his face that eventually gave him away… 😏

He likes to play with kid!MC and Beel but he's not going to let it get in the way of his nap schedule or anything. When they play "Knights" he gets to take the role of the world's laziest dragon… Rawr.

Kid!MC will only settle down for naptime if Belphie joins too since he'll read them a book like he used to do with Lilith.

Satan's usually the go-to guy for storytime, but Belphie's a close second (largely because he just imitates what he remembers Lucifer doing for him, voices and all 🤭).

He deals with their myriad of questions by just making shit up and pretending he knows what he's talking about. It's around the time that he told them that little men live inside the freezer and shave ice cubes to keep things cold that Lucifer started getting on his case about it… Killjoy. 🙄

[slashbitch2]

Extra Complications

never expected to be crushing on an animated character but here we are

Next Chapter

It was sneaky. Perhaps cheating by some standards. But from your perspective, it was a damn good plan.

Ironically you'd seen the advertisement for the Alchemax internship right after being flung into a wall by the very same woman who'd likely approved the broadcast. Olivia Octavius, or Doc Ock as you ought to refer to her in costume. Though she'd given you little time to read up on 'how to apply', as moments later a car was thrown in your direction, which was very inconsiderate of her, but was also all the persuasion you needed.

At this point, you'd be willing to do anything if it contributed to thwarting her, surely, very evil plan. Of course you admired the woman for her general genius and eccentricity, but the constant unprovoked conflict was becoming tiresome. It felt as if she were trying to determine how much of a threat you posed, whereas, you liked to think your legacy as 'that Spider-Person who sometimes saves the day' was all the evidence necessary.

Honestly, you weren't certain as to what exactly her, no doubt, villainous plan entailed besides patrolling the streets in green swimming goggles and black spandex with ridiculous plastic tubes jutting out of her back. In fact, it was ridiculous that no one had made any attempt to stop her yet. Unlike your identity, kept secret by a more modest spandex suit, hers was public knowledge.

Sometimes, it seemed as though you were the enemy here.

Which is precisely why infiltrating her team of scientists was more than appropriate. You were about to single handily take down an international threat, one hidden in plain sight, but left untouched due to the company's vast money, leverage and prestige.

Someday the city would thank you for your many sacrifices. Specifically for voluntarily working another job without pay. Y/N Y/L/N, broke intern by day, friendly neighbourhood Spider-Person by night.

"Excuse me?" A voice called from the left, your vision of them obstructed by an inconveniently placed potted plant. "Are you the new intern?" The person stepped closer, briefly glancing up at you, then back down at a sheet of paper. "Y/N Y/L/N?" The woman's timid appearance hardly screamed villainous scientist, but then again, looks can be deceiving.

"Yes, that's me." You stood, reaching out to shake her hand.

She sighed in relief, shaking your hand a tad too enthusiastically. "Lovely to meet you. I'm Marie and I'll be getting you settled in for the first few days."

A spark of disappointment flashed across your mind. Olivia hadn't been there for your interview, nor had any sway in your hiring, and now she wasn't even the person greeting you on your first day. Although you had no right to be, you felt rather offended by the lack of challenge she was providing. It was almost too easy.

---

To be fair, Marie was the perfect candidate to give you a tour of the facility. She was kind and patient, but not condescending. She seldom spoke beyond what was required of her, unless you asked something work related, when her lengthy response would affirm her status as an epicure of scientific knowledge. By midday, you'd decided she was someone to befriend, and subsequently accepted her invitation to have lunch together.

You were also hoping that the team would eat lunch as a group, but alas, more disappointment. Instead, you spent the break sitting in an awkward silence with Marie, who seemed to loose basic communication skills when presented with food. In spite of her lack of engagement, you still took the opportunity to try and ascertain information about the project you'd be working on, though each time she expertly diverted the interrogation, or ignored your question entirely.

Who knew working for an evil, secretive corporation would be so boring?

It was a test of patience to be sitting in the same building as Olivia Octavius, while forced to shadow an incredibly kind, but slow eating woman. Realistically, you knew there'd be plenty of time to investigate, though you were reluctant to end the day without any progress. So, while Marie was still distracted by her lunch, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

She dismissively approved with a wave of her hand, allowing you to slip away from the dining hall. You vaguely remembered the location of Olivia's office as being on the top floor, indicated by Marie's imprecise pointing. She'd explained that very few had clearance to get in, but you'd already thought of a way to get passed the security.

Who aside from the highest ranking scientists had access to every room? Janitors, of course. Because, for some reason, cleanliness was more important than security.

It didn't take long to locate a cleaner, or much effort to pickpocket the security card. To be on the safe side, you even had an excuse ready: that the man had dropped it, that you were simply looking for him to return it. And if Olivia caught you in her office, well, she wouldn't (Spider-Senses and all). Again, it was almost too easy.

There was a minatory silence as you walked along the final corridor toward her office. Part of you felt as though this was some kind of elaborate trap, the repeated phrase 'too easy' coming to mind as you reached the door. Though the logical part of you must've known this was a fatuous suggestion, and took control.

With a final pause to confirm nobody was approaching, or was already waiting inside, you scanned the key card. The action was rewarded with a satisfactory beep, followed by the door sliding open so fast it appeared to have vanished.

The office was smaller than you anticipated. Or maybe it was the bareness of the room that caught you off guard. The woman was insane, yet her work area hardly reflected her deranged mental state. Everything was so perfectly neat that you began to wonder if you'd actually walked onto a movie set, or a photoshoot, which would've explained the strange ring lights hanging from the ceiling.

Upon reaching the centre of the room, you were struck by the realisation that you truthfully had no reason to be here. Even if the office had been as messy as you'd expected, it was unlikely that she'd leave her super evil plans lying around. Rather, It'd been some morbid curiosity that had lured you here. To see where The Doc Ock worked, where the alter ego was likely created. The reality was underwhelming to say the least.

Deciding that you'd spent enough time admiring an incredibly bland office, you exited back out into the empty corridor, nonchalantly throwing the security card behind you, certain someone would eventually return it. Then, as if right on cue, you sensed somebody approaching, soon followed by footsteps resonating from around the corner. With no way of avoiding them, you kept your head down with the intention of blending in.

Olivia Octavius rounded the corner, not sparing a glance up. She was frowning at a piece of paper, her full attention directed to it, blissfully unaware of your presence.

Instinctively, your entire body tensed at the sight of her lithe frame and mass of hair spilling out of its messy bun. Any other circumstance and you'd have fled by now, through a vent, out of the window, it didn't matter. Though you had to remind yourself that there was no reason to be afraid now. There was no possible way she could know your identity.

Nonetheless, as you passed her with less than a metre of space, you held your breath. She said nothing and you both kept walking in opposite directions.

It seemed the coast was clear. You released the breath you'd been holding and kept moving until. "Hey, wait a minute."

You froze, aching to ignore her and escape. Her voice was deep, more so than you were prepared for. While fighting, few words were exchanged, and even then they were unintelligible. Although, now was the worst time to be thinking about previous interactions, so with much difficulty, you cleared your mind. As far as anyone knew, including yourself, you were just the intern.

You ran a hand through your hair nervously, straightening out your lab coat and turning to face her. She was stood at the far end of the long white corridor, entirely unthreatening when compared to Doc Ock, who would've loomed over you menacingly.

Remembering the role you were meant to be playing, you choked out a response. "How can I be of assistance?"

"You're the new intern, right?"

"Yeah." You considered approaching to shake her hand, but the idea of awkwardly marching the length of the corridor to greet her was rather unappealing. "That's me." You settled for a polite smile and shoulder shrug instead.

She screwed up her face in consideration before crooking a finger. "Come with me."

Swallowing any concern, you nodded hesitantly. The prospect of returning to the office you'd broken into only moments ago had you dragging your feet.

She waited patiently until you were by her side to continue. "Don't worry." She scanned her key card. "I don't bite." Her tone was playful, her eyes kindly mocking.

"Good to know." You muttered, following her inside. You took a second to look around the room with mock curiosity, feeling her eyes trace your every move. Like a predator, eyeing up its prey, determining your weaknesses. Unlike the encounters with Doc Ock, it was uncertain who had the high ground here. Her gaze was putting you on edge, not dissimilar to how your character of 'the intern' would react.

"So..." She shuffled some papers around on the desk, finding what looked to be your application. "Ms. Y/L/N right?"

You confirmed with a nod, summoning the resolve to amble toward her desk.

"Take a seat." She gestured to the chair opposite, letting you sit before proceeding. "Tell me about yourself, Y/N."

You started to think of an adequate answer, but she interrupted a second later, contradicting her initial inquiry. "Are you okay with me calling you Y/N?" She leant her head on a closed fist, narrowing her eyes.

Although the question sounded considerate, you didn't feel the implied sincerity. Even if you wanted to say no, that didn't feel like a suitable response. "Sure."

Somehow, it felt like she was establishing dominance through the polite act, and combined with being under her scrutinising glare, the performance was working.

"Great." Suddenly, she leant back in her chair, all evidence of the hostile act disappearing instantaneously.

"What'd you want to know?" Mirroring her relaxed posture, you attempted to re-establish some control.

"Oh, anything." A flicker of something passed in her eyes, piqued interest possibly?

You began routinely rattling off some basic facts about yourself, nothing too specific or personal. Facts that would answer any follow up questions she might have, and yet said nothing about you. Surprisingly, she seemed hooked on your every word. The thought crossed your mind that this might be the real interview, that everything else up to this point had been a sham. But you settled on a more unsettling justification. That she was committing everything you said to memory.

Coming to the end of the informative monologue, you decided to take a risk. "Do I get to ask a question?" You raised an eyebrow challengingly.

"Inquisitive. I like that." She stated, folding her arms on the desk. "Go ahead."

You decided to see how far you could push your luck. "Tell me about yourself." You smugly repeated her vague first query. It was the Doctor's turn to come up with an answer to the ambiguous demand.

She scoffed, realising your plan to make her struggle. "Touché. But I'm rather busy, so how about you pick a more specific question."

Narrowing it down, there was only one thing you wanted to ask. "Can I see the-" You waved your arms around, imitating tentacles. "the suit?"

She chuckled, slowly standing. Judging from her lack of surprise, this was likely a request she'd heard many times.

First, she removed her glasses. Then slipped out of her lab coat. Next to go was the shirt, which she pulled over her head while maintaining eye contact. You wanted to look away, out of respect, yet you didn't. Without the shirt, you noticed she was already wearing the suit underneath and had the harness strapped to her back, confirming your suspicion that she always had access to the weapon. As she was stepping out of her trousers, the arms (tentacles?) inflated, and within moments were threateningly extending to their full potential.

She smiled proudly, enjoying your stunned expression. "As good as you expected?"

"Better." Unable to resist any longer, you stood to investigate the suit in further detail. You'd never seen it stationary, or had the opportunity to try and gauge the details of how it worked. Although you argued this would be beneficial for your next fight, in reality you just wanted to admire the contraption. You circled round, marvelling at the simplicity of the design. It was convenient, yet elegant. "It's beautiful."

Coming to a stop in front of Olivia, she had an unreadable expression. A mix of emotions, most prominently confusion. To your delight, a faint blush coloured her cheeks. Whatever unspoken game you'd been playing, you were winning, or were until she said. "How'd you like to intern for me?"

You quickly recovered. "I already do."

"No." She sighed. "I mean personally. As my assistant? You'd get your own desk, an almost guaranteed job at the end of it and so much more experience than you'd bargained for." She leant forward, a little too close for comfort. There was an unhinged look in her eyes more reminiscent of Doc Ock that both convinced and deterred you. "So what'd you say?"

She genuinely wanted you to work with her.

This hadn't been part of the plan. You'd expected to spend no longer than a few months working at Alchemax. To uncover their evil scheme, figure out how to stop it and hopefully take down the company. An optimistic plan, sure, but one you'd been assured you'd stick to. Although, the opportunity to work closely with Olivia Octavian, with the Doc Ock, was too good to pass on. Not to mention, infinitely more interesting.

You grinned, embracing the insanity that your answer would incur. "I'd love to."

She clapped her hands together. "Great!" Then offered her hand for you to shake formally. "I'll sort out the paperwork and details this evening, but right now if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to."

She left before you had the chance to say anything else, still in her suit, which left you confused for the following half hour. You finally understood upon catching a glimpse of a news alert on your phone.

Doc Ock Seizes Bank, Has Taken Hostages!

You sighed. Today was going to be a long day, and things were only going to get more complicated.

[takemebacktowheniwassane]

Oh, Incorrect Quotes Generator

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Alana: Anyone d-

Connor: Depressed?

Jared: Drained?

Evan: Dumb?

Alana: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people...

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This one's a bit more?? Um?? Non-kid friendly TTvTT

Zoe: Guys, is having a penis fun?

Connor: It has its ups and downs.

Evan: It's gets a little hard sometimes.

Jared: IT'S A PAIN IN THE ASS!

Zoe: Jesus fuck, you guys.

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Evan: You're a loose cannon, Jared.

Jared: No, I'm not. I'm a cannon, maybe. But a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me?

Alana: I think you play by your own rules.

Zoe: No way, he thinks rules were meant to be broken.

Evan: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon.

Jared: No, I'm just a reckless renegade. Connor is the real loose cannon.

Connor: *Smashes a chair*

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Evan, trying to convince Connor to join the group: You know... I just thought it'd be good to have someone to come along who's... strong!

Alana: And loud!

Zoe: And grumpy!

Jared: And oblivious to reality!

Connor:

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Alana: What did you guys get in your yearbooks?

Zoe: 'Prettiest smile!' :)

Evan: 'Nicest personality!' :)

Jared: 'Most likely to start a bar fight.'

Connor: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one.'

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Zoe: Bridge the generation gap by combining old and new slang into one!

Evan: Tubular AF!

Alana: Mood to the max!

Connor, annoyed: Groovy, I hate it.

Jared, just as annoyed: If she breathes she's a square.

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Evan: You KIDNAPPED Connor?! That's illegal!!

Jared: But Evan, what's more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing Connor, or destroying our dreams?

Evan: Kidnapping Connor, Jared!!

Zoe: Evan, listen, whatever I may think of you right now- these people need you to inspire them!

Evan: What, to KIDNAP PEOPLE?!?!

Zoe: To work together!

Evan: TO KIDNAP PEOPLE!?!?

Jared: Evan, I thought we both agreed, a stoner is not a people.

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Alana: Evan, stop! This isn't you! You've gone mad with power!

Evan: Well, of course I have.

Evan: Have you ever tried going mad without power?

Evan: It's boring.

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Evan: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.--

Jared: What was that??

Evan: Remorse code.

Jared: I'm even angrier at you now.

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Connor, high off his ass: I'm at least 10 times funnier and sexier than you.

Evan: But 10 times 0 is just 0.

Zoe: Then I guess the jokes on you, because he can't do math.

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Jared: I can explain.

Evan: Can you?

Jared: If you give me 30 seconds to think of a lie.

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Jared: If you were to vacuum up jello, it'd make a neat noise.

Evan: I beg to differ.

Jared: Then beg.

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Jared: This is such a bad idea.

Evan: Then why are you coming along?

Jared: One of us needs to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this all goes terribly wrong.

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Connor: *Accidentally hits Jared in the face*

Connor: *Can't decide between saying 'I'm fucking sorry', and 'Are you okay'*

Connor: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY??

Evan: What is wrong with you?!

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Evan: This is bothering me.

Jared: Well, you are digging up a corpse.

Evan: No, not that. That's, uh, pretty par for the course, actually.

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Jared: You're the love of my life, and my best friend. I would do anything for you.

Evan: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Jared: Absolutely not.

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Jared: I was arrested for being too cool.

Connor: The charges were dropped due to lack of supporting evidence.

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Jared: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait.

Evan: You and me.

Jared, tearing up: Okay.

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Jared: God, give me patience.

Connor: I think you mean strength.

Jared: If God gave me strength, then you'd be double dead.

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Connor: I prevented a murder today.

Alana: Really? How did you do that?

Connor: Self control.

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Jared: I am not out of control! I am a law abiding citizen!

Evan: Name one law.

Jared: Don't kill people?

Evan: That one's on me. I set the bar too low.

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Alana: Whaddaya call a fish with no eye?

Jared, not looking up from his phone: Myxine Circifrons.

Alana:

Alana: A fsh

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Evan: I turned out perfectly fine!

Zoe: This morning you thought a ghost made your toast!

Evan: I DIDN'T PUT THE BREAD IN, Y O U DIDN'T PUT THE BREAD IN-

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Jared: WHAT'S YOUR TYPE

Evan: Anything, honestly. But nerds especially.

Jared, desperately as Evan bleeds out: YOUR B L O O D TYPE

Evan: Oh! B positive.

Jared: DON'T TRY TO CHEER ME UP, JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Evan:

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Evan: It's dark in here...

Jared: Don't worry dude, I've got this

Jared: *Stomps his foot on the ground*

Jared: *Heelies light up*

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Evan: Treat spiders the way YOU want to be treated!

Jared: Killed without hesitation.

Alana & Evan, simultaneously: nO-

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Miguel: Let's watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Connor: Okay?

Miguel: And make out during the scary parts.

Connor: The-

Connor: The scary parts-

Connor: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl?

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Evan: Can you PLEASE be serious for 5 minutes??

Jared: My record is 4, but I think I can do it.

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Evan: So that's my plan.

Jared: Are you fine with constructive criticism? I don't want to sound mean.

Evan: Sure, go ahead.

Jared: It fucking sucks.

Evan: That's not constructive criticism.

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Jared: Fuck.

Alana: We've got to work on your cursing.

Jared: Why? I'm pretty good at cursing already.

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Connor: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao

Evan: What did you do-?

Connor: A MISTAKE-

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Larry, with his back turned: I've been expecting you.

Connor: How did you do that without turning around?

Larry: I'm gonna be honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you.

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Evan: How petty can you get??

Jared: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

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Jared: Today is a day of running through hurdles.

Alana: Aren't you supposed to jump OVER hurdles?

Jared: Whatever. Fear is only something to be afraid of if you let it scare you.

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Jared: May I sit there?

Evan: That's my lap.

Jared: That doesn't answer my question, Evan.

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Jared: So.. are we flirting right now?

Connor: I'm LITERALLY stabbing you.

Jared:

Jared: That does not answer the question

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Aftermath of the last one- lmfao-

Evan: I'm begging you, please go to the hospital-

Jared: Oh, i'm sorry, is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

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Jared: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?

Connor: Do you mean literally or figuratively?

Jared: The fact that I have to specify...

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Evan: Jail is no fun. I'll tell you that much.

Connor: Oh, you've been?

Evan: Once. In Monopoly.

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Evan: Your right.

Jared: That's... an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

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Jared: Petition to remove the 'd' from Wednesday.

Connor, high: Wednesay.

Jared: Not what I had in mind, but i'm flexible.

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Alana: Man.. I only ever see you awake. Don't you ever shut down or stop running?

Jared: Oh, i'm always running.

Jared: The question is from what.

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Evan: Top 30 reasons why Evan is super sorry! ..Number 5 might surprise you!

Jared: Top 30 anime deaths. Number One: YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW!!

[outthefryingpan]

Your writing is amazing ! I'm a sucker for fluff personally,, so if I have to suggest something,, it'd be cuddles. Just cuddling after a long,, busy day. Maybe in Winter,, a specially cold day,, those are the best days for cuddling,, and more so if it's with such a hot (pfft) monster like Grillby ! Just giving ideas,, I'll be happily reading anything you update here next. Have a nice day. :)

Cold Nights

Pairing: Grillby/Reader

Rating: Everyone

Notes: I’m a sucker for that too! I very much enjoy this suggestion, thank you! Send more any time u like :^> This is set on the surface! Most of the pieces I write will be set this way unless stated otherwise.

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You can’t believe how late it is when you finally begin walking home. Pulling your phone out and pressing the home button tells you it’s only a few minutes away from midnight. Your feet ache, and you want nothing more than to just crawl into bed.

Luckily for you, it isn’t a long walk to Grillby’s from where you are, maybe a little over 5 minutes, but you really hadn’t anticipated it being this cold and blustery out. Then again, you didn’t anticipate your boss holding you back as late as she did either, so you use that as your excuse for being jacket-less. In reality, it probably wouldn’t have been much warmer out even if you did leave on time, but you’re just going to ignore that. You unceremoniously shove your phone back into your pocket and quicken your pace, holding your hands together in an attempt to conserve some of your already waning warmth. 

In hopes of distraction, you let your mind begin to wander. Initially your prerogative is “think warm thoughts”, but of course that only leads you to thinking of Grillby. It’s inevitable. He’s the warmest thing you can think of.

You think back to when he first opened up his bar on the surface, and how he would stay open all night, every night. The new influx of customers quickly overwhelmed him, and so he changed his hours to accommodate a new goal of his, one he’d adopted upon reaching the surface. He called it the, “not work myself to death” rule. You, nothing more than a new friend at the time, had laughed at that. It was one of the first jokes he’d made around you. You laugh again now, thinking about how horrible a job he’s done in sticking to his goal. Maybe it’s just unrealistic for him, you muse.

No, that isn’t fair. He drastically changed his hours when he first got here. Underground, he’d been open every day from noon to 3AM. How he’d managed a 15 hour work day every single day all by himself was absolutely beyond you, but he told you that down there, he really didn’t have much else to do. 

In a more private setting, after the two of you had grown closer, he confessed that when he lived underground, he felt a sense of obligation to be open as often as possible, to act as a sort of home base for those monsters who were struggling, or just needed someone to help stave off their loneliness. 

Here on the surface, things are better! But they’re a lot different too, a lot busier. And so, with some kind pushing from his friends, he had ultimately decided not only to tighten his hours, but to hire some help as well.

You consider that to be the start of a deeper relationship blossoming between the two of you. You had offered to wash dishes and help with cleanup, and he gratefully accepted. You started talking more, spending more time together, and... The rest is history, you suppose. 

Now, he takes Sundays off, and closes at 10PM on Mondays. His daily hours are still pretty packed, but he has more servers and kitchen staff to help out with them. 

Suddenly, you blink in surprise at yourself as that reminds you of something.

Today’s Monday! That means he should have closed a while ago! 

You sent him a text earlier when you found out you would be late home and told him not to worry, but you totally forgot that it was possible for you to end up working later than him. That is a rare occurrence.��

Well then! 

You become excited at your findings, but quickly realize they mean that he may be sleeping. Rats... You need to be quiet coming in, then.

A chatter sounds in your skull just as the bar comes into view. It isn’t quite snowing out, but the biting, billowing wind is strong enough to drain most of the heat from you. Your fingers feel numb as they blindly wiggle around in your pocket, looking for your keys even though you’re still a little ways away from the front door. By the time you reach it, you’re putting in a pretty significant amount of effort to minimize your shivering and get it unlocked. It’s situations like these that make you thankful to only have a few separate keys to keep track of on your key ring.

The door itself is pretty new, but still creaks lightly as you push it open. Then, you almost lose your grip on the knob when a particularly strong gust of wind shoves you in through the front door. You stumble forward. 

Startled as you are, it doesn’t take you long to recover, close the door firmly behind you, and lock it with a huff. You’re just glad no one is around to have seen your little blunder. Hand still on the door, you sigh out your relief. Grillby would definitely be alerted by the door swinging open and slamming into the wall. He’d be alerted if you face-planted into the hardwood flooring, too. 

After taking a moment to smooth yourself out and appreciate the internal temperature of the bar, you glance around the dark room. As you expected, tables and chairs are neat, lights are off, and not a speck of dust can be seen. Sometimes you wonder if Grillby gets off on extreme cleaning. You snicker quietly to yourself.

The rise in temperature is great compared to the freezing nightmare you’d endured outside, but it isn’t anywhere near enough to stop your shivering. So you beeline for the staircase that leads to Grillby’s apartment- or more accurately, your ticket to comfort. It’s a little hard to see, and you nearly trip once on the way up, but the reward you’re met with upon entering is well worth it.

Instantly, you’re flushed with a wave of warmth.

Grillby sits on the couch in the living room that faces the door, knuckle pressed to the side of his mouth and book in hand. Your entrance alerts him, and his head turns up so his eyes can meet yours. They look tired. Yours do too.

He can see you shivering still, and it makes him frown. However, the beginning of a small smile finds its way onto his face when he lifts a hand and waves you over. Both of you know what comes next. You step toward him eagerly. 

Without a word spoken between the two of you, he places the thick, old looking novel down on the table in front of him, and opens himself up to you. Rather than sitting next to him like he had expected, you opt for plopping down directly in his lap, arms around his shoulders and legs on either side of him. He lets out a surprised grunt, but it quickly dissolves into a chuckle as his arms find their way around your midsection. You relish in the warmth they offer.

“You’re cold.” He starts.

“You’re warm.” You reply, though it’s muffled by the fabric of his thin shirt. He hears you despite this, and a fiery brow quirks up. 

“Aren’t I always?” Grillby asks. You can hear the teasing smile in his voice, but nod against him regardless. Thanks to him, you can feel your shivers mostly subside.

“Yea, but I especially appreciate it when it’s freezing out.” Comes your voice once more. Sighing, you feel his arm begin to rub slowly up and down your back, a soothing, sweeping motion that transfers his heat to you even faster. Suddenly comfortable, you’re reminded of how totally exhausted you are.

“I always tell you to bring a coat.” He tries for a chastising tone, but can’t help that it comes out as soft as it does. His voice is just a mumble now, reaching your ears easily despite its low volume. This is in part because he’s taken the liberty of placing his cheek against your head.

“Heh..Yeah...” You concede, burrowing your face further into him. It’s a long moment before you speak again. “I didn’t think you’d be up. Aren’t you tired?” At this question you look up at him as much as your current position will allow, cheek still smooshed into his shoulder.

His response is low, and doesn’t come immediately, which kind of gives you an answer in itself: Yes.

“Mm... I am..” He confirms your suspicion. A little more quietly, he continues. “But you were still out, and...” The elemental’s head lazily tilts, and the flames constantly spiraling off of it follow the movement. You catch him glance out the window. As if wanting to help illustrate his point, another forceful gust of wind rattles it just slightly.

A little guilt twists your stomach. He always worries, and you should have known he would be waiting. You should’ve fought harder to leave on time. You expect he’s going to finish the thought, but you already know where he’s headed, so you preempt him.

“You didn’t need to wait up for me...” You say softly. 

The response you get is hushed, but still quite matter-of-fact.

“I did. I wanted to. ...I like going to bed with you.” His tone is so simple, so casual, so... sweet. He’s just speaking honestly, yet it affects you so much. The guilt you feel morphs into adoration, and the feeling makes you grin. You’re sure he can feel it against him, but duck your head back down anyway.

“OK.” Your voice is muffled once more. But the smile in it is audible. A short, breathy hum escapes him, the sound like a sleepy little laugh.

The two of you stay like that for a few minutes, wrapped up in each other. The calm rise and fall of his chest slows further, and the surrounding blanket of his warmth cradles you softly. 

You don’t want to, but you eventually have to turn your face to the side. As comfy as he is, it’s a little hard to breathe that way. This movement seems to take him a bit off guard, and rouses him from a drowsiness he’d almost let get the better of him. You feel and hear the deep breath he sucks in as he shifts, bringing himself back off the brink of sleep. He props himself back up against the couch, holding you still as he does. You let out a large yawn, and gently pat his back.

“OK...Time for bed?” You ask quietly. In his sleep-addled state, he can only nod. Without another word, arms around your middle become hands on your waist, and he lifts you off of him and gently places you on the cushion next to him. Slowly he stands, stretching. His flames crackle and pop with the action, and once he’s satisfied he lets out the breath he’d been holding and turns to you with a bright orange hand extended.

For a moment, you consider asking him to carry you. You’re exhausted! But another look at his slightly lopsided posture and barely open eyes reminds you he’s right there with you. So you make do with just grabbing his hand and using it to help pull yourself up. Once you’re on your feet, you two begin a slow stroll to your shared bedroom, and step inside. 

The blinds are drawn, so the only light permeating the darkness you stumble around in to change is Grillby himself. You end up in just your underwear and a big T shirt. Following your lead, he removes his own top and bottoms, leaving himself only in his briefs. 

It’s only about 45 seconds after you enter the room that both of you are crashing into bed. You simply let yourself fall face first. He as usual is a little more graceful about things, gently lifting the covers for himself, and helping you work your way under them too. Your tired body sings in relief as you sink into the mattress, your back to the flaming monster beside you.

Unsatisfied with this, you fight the sleep off for a little longer to wiggle a bit. A questioning hum leaves him, and by the sound of it, he’s working pretty hard to stay awake too. You turn under the covers, trying not to muss them too much and he seems to get the idea. Warm hands land on your sides again as he helps you turn toward him, eager to pull you closer. 

It’s a little brighter when you face him, but that’s never bothered you. Especially not when you’re this worn out. He sighs happily at this change, and his arms circle tightly around you, a hand finding the back of your head and threading itself through your hair. 

His digits comb against your scalp ever so gently, drawing a pleased hum from your closed lips. Not many people know (because how could they? He certainly isn’t going around talking about it), but Grillby is quite a physical being. He had some old hang ups that made it hard for him to embrace that about himself at first, and is polite and accommodating to a fault sometimes, but once you’d made him comfortable enough he gave in to his desire to hold you more often, and hold you closely. 

Once again, you thank the fucking stars for that. Especially on nights like these. Gone is any trace of the icy chill that consumed you earlier. 

Without missing a beat, you place your own hands on his broad back, now giving him the same treatment you had received earlier. He’s larger than you, as most monsters tend to be, but it doesn’t hinder your efforts to gently rub your arm up and down along his spine, fingers only deftly making contact. The hand not doing this splays out across his shoulder blade, then creeps up to rest on the point where his shoulder meets his neck. It wouldn’t be long now for either of you. Your eyelids close, but he looks down at your calm form for a little longer. 

A murmured utterance of your name grips the last inklings of your attention. Your eyes slowly drag themselves open again, and a drowsy, “Hmn..?” escapes you. His voice is almost a whisper when he speaks, leaning down so his mouth is closer to your head.

“I love you...” Grillby breathes out. You smile, and lightly kiss whatever of his skin is closest to your lips. That turns out to be a spot on his chest, right under his collar. There’s a small smooching sound as you pull back.

“...Love you too.” You exhale against him. With the last of his effort, he throws a leg over yours, crooking it to bring you closer still, and fully embrace you.

Those are the last words spoken that night. All that follows is the dull crackling of flames and the soft sound of breathing as you both allow your bodies the rest they’ve been aching for.

[euclydya]

@murderformoverlord OK THANK U WEAST INFODUNP UNDER THE CUT WE CARE U <3

these r just for our faves/ones we can easily Vibe Check pkmn-wise ok let's go:

Dustin would abso-fucking-lutely have a Rotom. maybe multiple ones. Probs also a Porygon too tbh. just technology-related/electric types in general.

Max would have an Emotional Support/Service Absol. it would do all the same shit an ESA or service animal does with the added bonus of "if you do not get away from me immediately then my absol will not hesitate to fucking kill you".

*She wouldn't have one pre-Hawkins but someone in her friend group would gift her one. idk who exactly tho tbh Jqkaksma maybe it'd be a collective gift from everyone

El probably wouldn't stick to any specific pkmn or even Have any of her own but psychic types would naturally draw closer to her. I can see her having a Ralts or smth in the Ralts family tho!

Robin would gift Steve a Vanillite after the Starcourt Mall incident as a partial inside joke/reminder of their job at Scoops. Steve kinda hates it at first but uhh That's a Living Thing Obvs so he doesn't just. abandon it or anything ofc. it very quickly grows into a Vanilluxe <3

I also think Steve wouldn't care much for raising/being around Pokemon like he doesn't Hate them but he's just not interested. He might have a Rockruff or Yamper as a pet tho. idk he gives off dog person vibes 2 me.

Eddie would absolutely have a Loudred. Prove me wrong. It'd partially be a companion Pokemon of his but moreso used to help out w stage shit for Corroded Coffin.

He'd also Unofficially have like 4 Oricorio that kinda just won't leave him alone. He plays music. they like music. u can guess the rest from there HWHWJSKDKSKD

Also he'd have an Obstagoon simply bc I think it'd be neat!

BILLY WOULD HAVE A DREEPY. He would have a Dreepy. I cannot explain further except "he'd probably think it's pathetic and stupid and weak and Dreepy ARE weak but something something he's projecting onto it anyway give him a fucking Dreepy"!!!!!! He wouldn't go Looking for one it'd just find him and use him as a meat shield for a bit but eventually they'd become inseparable.

He'd also just,, Prefer dragon types over any other type tbh. And on the flipside Max would prefer Fairy & Ice types, Absol being the exception.

Nancy would have a Bewear only because that's Really funny to me. Also an Aegislash or Doublade because that's Also funny to me. Give this woman Pokemon of mass destruction. She deserves it!!!

*Wait what's funnier is her already having a Stufful while her & Steve r dating and when they break up she evolves it almost immediately (with its permission. Of course.) next time she sees him she's like "Hiiii. Fuck with me and you die <3" HWHAJAKAJDJFJ

cannot think of any others rn so that's all will come back 2 this idea later

us wehn we want 2 ramble abt mixing our special interest and hyperfixation together .