#idk he’s like chunky in certain ways

[monkee-mobile]

okay i’m so so sorry but i need to bite him it would relieve stress

this is a horrible post i’m sorry

[heylosers06]

It's gonna sound silly if you don't have any but if you do, random batfam headcanons (especially steph, cass, duke, tim, damian) GO

Not silly at all, I don’t have many but you’ll probably see when you’re done reading this that I have more for certain members than others 😭

Steph: she has freckles like totally sunkissed freckles that scatter all across her body. I feel like she tans but has more of a rosy tan instead of a deeper color. She loves children, because well…but anyways I think she would dye her hair and have tinsel in them for a sparkle or a hint of color. Roller derby. I loveee to headcanon that she’s amazing at it and enjoys the sport. Oh and piercings I love to think that she wears tons of chunky jewelry. Has big curly hair that she didn’t know how to take care of when she was younger. Loves hanging out with Barbara and sneaking into Kates place to bother her or ask for advice.

Cass: I know it’s canon but she loves to do ballet. She loves to spar with her siblings especially the younger ones because she likes to share her skills and teach them what she knows in a healthier way than she was taught. Wears Chinese tunics that are gifted from her mother. Wears a mixed of gold and silver jewelry. Goes to therapy…can’t cook like at all it astounds her how a simply thing can be hard. Knits 😭 or does some sort of craft like knitting or pottery.

Tim: uses a silly straw when drinking his energy drinks (he isn’t a coffee addict yall) he listens to all sorts of music and has a messed up playlist. He can sit and work on something without moving for hours (couldn’t be me) I don’t think he’s a party person sorry but I don’t know if he does the entire party scene, but he LOVES having friends over and then partying with them. Skate boards to work 😭

Duke: he is the most cunning in a way. His favorite color isnt even yellow 😭 I’m kidding but that would be funny. The criminals are afraid of him they see him coming in the day??? Oh hell no. He can play the piano and is very good at it. Him and his mother used to teach him. He can cook and he cooks with Damian, he was the one who initiated it. He’s extremely extremely respectful to woman. He likes watching old western movies when he was little he was a cowboy for Halloween. Has locks and teaches his family (the ones with curls) ways to keep their hair healthy. He collects playing card but like yugioh cards and other stuff like that, he loves sailor moon and old 90s anime.

Damian: he can sing very well 😭 idk why but if he can mimic voices perfectly I feel like he can sing. When he has an argument with Bruce or anyone in the family he will leave and fly away with Goliath or Wiggles, sometimes even having them “attack” said family member but it’s only like them flopping on the person. Had a pet tiger in the league (it was Talia’s) and played with the cubs. Since his hair is getting longer I want to say that Nika or a friend gets him claw clips as a joke but he actually wears them. He can play instruments and likes to do graffiti sometimes. Wears ONLY gold jewelry. He has matching outfits with him and Talia 😭 if he gets into a relationship he’s not the one breaking up with them because he loves HARD. And like Duke he pulls his hair and when he lets others do it for him it’s like a great achievement 😭😭

Jason: he’s a loser. I mean it I think he’s so recluse and likes to huddle into the library and read. He’s big hulking even and loves to use that to his advantage when he’s being annoying to his siblings by lying on them. Struggles to find clothes his size so he wears the ugliest lounge clothes. Loves reality tv or any cheesy movie.

Dick: grows his hair out and every time he does a sudden chop the family looks at him with fear and disgust like how children do when their father shaves their face 😭 HE CAN COOK I know he can cook. Also wears chunky jewelry but doesn’t have a set style. Watches old footage of him and his parents acts and cries everytime. Visits zitka. I like to think he still performs on his down time or at least practice and keeps up the skill of being an acrobatic performer.

I hope that was good! Sorry for the ugly grammar I’m rapid firing this. 😭

[p0rk-guts]

YAAAAALL IT'S ANGEL DUST!!!!! bro I'm so exited to tell u about him hehehehe he might be my fav redesign of the bunch idk

Comparison & rant!⬇️ + A bug/spider cw. I put reference images in there!

Ok guys can I be honest with you. I think. Pilot and pre-pilot Angel were peak 😔 I'M SORRY I'M BREAKING MY SILENCE

Like whaaat... WHAAAT.... I'm sorry he served here he had the BEST design idc idc you can't change my mind. These were NOT bad designs. I've got a slight preference to his oldest design but even then the pilot design was great to me.

THIS however...

OooOOOH MY GODDDDD THEY NEUTERED HIM!!?! NO tits, three measly ugly stripes on an uglier coat, LONG GLOVES THAT ARE MISMATCHED??? ONE OF THEM HAS THESE WEIRD... WHITE FLAPS?? WHO— WHAT. WHY. AND THEY GO OVER HIS LONG SLEEVES 😭😭😭

I'm sorry but Angel will always be the most egregious case of character assassination in this show, design and character wise. He sucks now and I used to love him.

Okay enough crying let's get serious.

So yeah show Angel sucks. Removing his chunky gloves removed a lot of the fun shape in his silhouette so now he's just a gangly twink. Very little visual interest. Also hate hate hate how his new mismatched gloves are pulled over his long sleeve coat. So dumb. Hate it.

Also explain to me how he's gradually gotten less tits but has simultaneously become more femboy-ified..... So many people immediately mistake him for a girl.......

They also mistake him for. Literally anything but a spider. Once again Viv can't code or theme characters for shit. I also don't like how his face changed... I can't describe it but It's so much less appealing and charming. Something in the eyes and his little cheek bump. Idk. Really hate show Angel props to the animators for making him watchable with his bold animation ts was real nice

Okay onto my Angel! He's now a goldenrod crab spider now! Thank you @/cryptablog for this idea!! (Not tagging them bc they hate the hellaverse with a burning passion lol 💀) They can be white with pinkish markings like our og Angel but most of them are tinted yellow or completely yellow!

I decided to make him most similar to that mid ground mix of yellow and white with pink-er markings. 1 because I kept lust pink and I feel like that'd be a prominent sin of his (+ purple is in here a lot bc I feel like he'd also be pride aligned! Purple is now the pride color :3) and 2 because the yellow tone in his fur is kinda meant to connect him to Husk in a way... Cuz that's kinda his main color... Idk maybe I'm onto nothing with that one BUT his primary color is purple and Husk's primary color is yellow(ish)! Complimentary boyfriend's!!! Are you seeing my vision!!!!! (Also on a lesser note his colors look more similar to my fav version of Angel aka his design from the pre-pilot ref sheet I showed)

Another idea you can thank Cryptamen for is him being partially translucent in places just like real goldenrods!!!! The idea behind that was because he was in the mafia in life and he had to be really stealthy at times so now in certain environments he's harder to see... Maybe he can even turn fully invisible for a bit... There's also possible character reasons to consider tying in there as well... Ough very cool idea 10/10

Gave him 4 legs and 4 arms + the big abdomen to really make him scream spider bc yes spider boys can be hot and no Viv was not willing to CAPITALIZE on that 😒 Also lengthened his fangs... Also moved his eyes to his forehead to make them more prominent and hopefullyyyy seem more like eyes. Idk. And now he's got pointy little pedipalps as well!!!

Gave him his boobs back bc he deserves them and just generally gave his body more shape (though the second set of legs definitely helps lol). Slightly de-twinked... But not by much...

Once again looked up some common hairstyles at the time and people loooved their hairspray and curls, or swoops, or waves— they were gettin funky with it. Hard to emulate that on his nonhuman skull so I took some artistic liberties applying ideas from common styles onto him.

Didn't do much research at awl for his clothes... I mean... He's not wearing much to begin with... I kept the long gloves bc I thought they had potential to look cute and I have him rolled cuffs on short sleeves. Wanted to keep the style simple but otherwise I would've drawn button clasps keeping them in place. No notes on the thigh high heels so I kept them. Everything else is just kindaaaa whateverrrr EXCEPT THE NECKLACE. Though it was hella funny and fitting

And that's awl folks.... Do u like him do u fuck with him.... Let me knowwww....... Okay byeeee ✌🏾🧍🏾‍♀️

[tj-dragonblade]

popping my head in to ask about Mer Hob 👀 from the WIP title ask game

Finally popping my head back up to answer, my apologies for the wait! Mer-Hob came out of server conversations about mer-Dreamling fish assignments and aquatic mating displays, but he kind of fizzled out with the scene I tried to write. Dusting him off for this, though, I think I can breathe the spark back into it. Take it past where I meant to before, so it will have a more satisfactory conclusion. I have scrapped the lackluster 'how did they meet' that was stalling me out and given them new backstory and now I'm unsure how exactly I want to structure this. Start where I've started and then jump back to the meeting, then bring them back to the present? Make the backstory a separate fic? Rearrange the whole thing chronologically, which would require a lot of rework and shortening of the current opening bit? IDK but I'll figure it out. In the meantime, here is a chunky chunk of drafting for their meet-cute (sfw but cut for length):

Dream is not surprised to find a waterline-level cave out on the rock formation in the bay, on the side not visible from shore. Nor is he overly surprised to find someone stretched out in the handsbreadth of water covering the floor with their eyes closed, as the morning light fills the first several feet of the cave brightly in a way that is conducive to sunbathing.

The fact that the sunbather has a bright orange tail with brilliant yellow fins and blue-black leopard-like spots is rather less expected, however, and Dream gasps his surprise.

The sound startles the man—the merman—surely not?—who sits bolt upright, eyes wide and panicking as he locks gazes with Dream not an arm's length away.

Dream's heart skips a beat. He's beautiful—

"Oh, fuck!" The merman—there is no other explanation, no mistaking the flurry of fins and scales as he moves—the merman twists and flops and dives past Dream, a less-than-graceful plunge off the rock and into the sea and then he is gone.

"Wait!" Dream cries, to the bright flick of yellow vanishing into the depths, but of course it is no use.

He could swim back to the boat, could don his diving gear and follow—but no. The merman is already gone, and will be more so by the time Dream could be equipped to give chase.

He swallows back his disappointment, his disbelief, and tells himself resolutely that he surely imagined the entire thing.

But he did not imagine it, he knows this; the knowledge lodges in his mind, burrows down into his consciousness and curls around his common sense, stokes his curiosity.

He saw a merman.

Merpeople do not exist.

But he saw one.

He returns the next day, hoping perhaps to repeat the discovery, but he is the only visitor to the cave in the hours that he spends there. When the tide has gone out and come back in, high enough once more to cover the floor of the cave, when he has spent all day waiting with nothing to show for it, he admits defeat and swims back to his boat.

He returns again, and again, later each day with the drift of the tide, diving to explore beneath the surface when the cave remains empty. He finds nothing of note, nothing to hint at the existence of merfolk, nothing at all out of the ordinary; by day six, he is trying to convince himself to make peace with the likelihood that he will never find any trace of the merman he knows he had seen.

On day seven, the merman is back, sunbathing at the front of the cave again.

Only this time, he has human legs, is wearing swim trunks, is sitting further away from where Dream is treading water, stunned.

"…Hello," Dream manages.

"Hi," the man says, warmly polite. He is cross-legged with his knees drawn up and his arms wrapped around them, one hand holding the other wrist; he is meant to look casual and relaxed, Dream is certain, but the tension and the nervousness coming off of him are palpable.

He is still beautiful.

"You're. I saw you here, before?" His thoughts are still trying to catch up; he hoists himself into the cave, doesn't move closer.

The man's shoulders drop a tiny fraction. "Yeah, yep! Startled me good, you did!" He chuckles lightly, a carefree and casual sound; the fingers of his dangling hand wriggle, a nervous and distracted sort of gesture that draws Dream's attention to the profusion of hair on his bare legs, and arms, and what Dream can see of his chest.

"You had a. A tail, last time," Dream says, somewhat awkwardly, tearing his gaze from the sprinkling of hair on the man's bare toes.

"Oh, that, yes!" The man grins, bright and disarming. "I'm a mermaid performer, with the, ah, the local carnival."

Dream is convinced this is a lie even as the logical part of his brain points out that this explanation makes far more sense than believing in merfolk. He knows what he saw, the flexing of muscle and the fanning of fins, the bending and twisting that did not match up to the way that human legs would move in that configuration. The merman speaks with casual confidence, but the tension in his frame and the nervous fidget of his clasped hand are easy to read.

"…No, I don't think you are," Dream says, and the man's bright smile dips before returning to full wattage.

"Calling me a liar, are you?" He laughs, a light and enchanting sound that Dream immediately wants to hear more of. "Merfolk, they don't actually exist, I'll have you know."

~ The wip tag has a tiiiny bit more of this one, also.

[pearlzier]

okay i Lied, i’m Not faceless, it was actually Me who sent beau + puppygirl!gf😧 i just got scared to send it like.. Not on anon, cus i just never know how ppl will react to certain things and i get nervy, but like i also trusted in a way that You Would Get It, and you Do so i’m not nervy anymore😸🤞🏼

i definitely have plans to write abt this (maybe multiple parts, idk yet) but it’s just been Eating away at me for awhile now and i can’t keep these thoughts in or i’ll explode and die so i’m glad you’re in the brainrot with me now. i may or may not also make a bot, who knows.. i’m already planning a couple sling themed ones with beau (cus my beau sling coded brainrot also goes crazy)

anyways, MORE BEAU AND HIS PUPPYGIRL THOUGHTS!!!!!

she definitely gets excited every time they go to the store and see Anything relating to any of her hyperfixations. like beau literally can’t even let her go to the store by herself anymore cus she has absolutely zero impulse control and will buy All of it and go broke.

irdk what is and isn’t okay for me to say here in regards to nswf things so i’ll keep those to myself for the moment

she Absolutely is texting beau while she’s getting her nails done and asking him what colors she should get. one time she got a cute cowboy/sheriff themed set for him (like cowboy hat, longhorn skull, belt buckle, badge, the whole nine) and he tweaked tf out.

CAR RIDES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i can go into My More Specific Details on this, but it mostly speaks for itself.. just- CAR RIDES💗💗

she made him buy a small outside couch for the deck of the trailer so they could cuddle more easily when they watch movies, and she’s Definitely laying there curled up with her head in his lap while he plays with her hair…. and she ends up falling asleep only a few minutes into the movie like Almost every time, cus her hair is a weak spot and he has Magic Hands.

she’s one to wear the frolicking in a flower field at 4:00 dresses with stomp a hoe at 5:00 big chunky platform boots combo (has the black demonia camel-311’s to match beau’s black aviator jacket, and the og ‘camel color’ tan ones to match his tan suede jacket)

my beau + puppygirl!gf and beau + stoner!gf headcanons kinda go hand in hand, so… she definitely also smokes🤞🏼 (this is more of me projecting)

So. Many. stuffed animals

OCT..... THE BRAINWORMS IM HAVIN AT THIS VERY MOMENT I CANT EVEN !!!&!;;@;# when i read the first thoughts i was thinking you'd LOVE them so much when i see beau i think of u most definitely GUYS LISTEN TO THIS GENIUS :((((( BEAU X PUPPYGIRL!GF IM TWEAKING OUT SO HARD AUGH im freaking the FUCK out 😞💓 STUFFED ANIMALS!!!!!!!!! EEK

[not-your-average-highschool-au]

So I had a thought, and you can totally ignore it if you want because it may be inaccurate - BUT I wonder if you're familiar with one of the "scenes" at some punk/rock/Rave events called Kandi. ((Mostly raves but still.)) ((Pronounced Candy. Those big chunky bead bracelets that look really cheap but some people make really epic ones)). The general theme is sharing friendship, love, and community unity! I saw all of the bracelets on Patton (I'm glad he has his friendship bracelets 💜) but it made me think about if that's one way Virgil and he started bonding - Virgil complimenting his Kandi and Patton being utterly confused at first [source - me and one of my boyfriends in highschool who is still a good friend of mine now. I was "Patton" and I still have the bracelet he gave me]. Then Patton starts making/wearing more complicated designs and sometimes gives them to Virgil to take and trade at events.

Idk I've always thought that was a really fun thing people do and the way you've set up their personalities feels like it would fit really well.

(also if you want better explanation, look up Kandi and Kandi trading. There's this cool thing where the two people hold hands a certain way and you transfer the bracelet from one wrist to the other. I wish I could find the video of this one really sweet epic trade of an absolutely gigantic bracelet. Anyway 😅)

I was absolutely NOT familiar of Kandi bracelets; I’ve seen them but I had no clue that this was the association with them!!

This is so so cute and thank you SO much for telling me about this!! I will absolutely be incorporating kandi into their dynamic cause this is so gosh darn precious🥺🩵💜

[lily-alphonse]

hi! for your rarepair suggestion thing, i would love to see Leah x Alex, idk i just think they’d be fun together

I’m really loving your rarepairs so far, i think the Shane and Sandy one is my favorite so far! Can’t wait to see more!!

Ottterpops I love you. I see you in my notifications all the time and this is the sweetest little ask I love knowing these things like which are people's favorites and stuff wow wow wow 10/10 ♥️♥️ reach out more often my dear I love you

BUT THIS IS INSANE

Damn. Leah and ALEX? Ughghapeuwefn 😩 What the hell would they be doing together?

Ok. Ok. Asshole Alex? Asshole Alex. Misogynist Alex. Strong and independent Leah. I'm cooking, let's go.

ITS ENEMIES TO LOVERS TIME BABYYYY 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 The crowd goes wild, they're going feral, we love to see it

They're butting heads right off the BAT. Because see, Alex is just coming back after flunking out of university. And Leah just moved to Pelican Town like a year ago. So she's had time to get settled into town, maybe even helps out Granny Evelyn sometimes since Alex was gone.

Actually, she's heard a lot of great things about Alex from his grandmother. She was looking forward to meeting him. The first time she sees him, she thinks he’s super hot. How couldn't she? He's got muscles on muscles and a little dimple in his chin to boot. 

But Alex comes home, feeling like absolute trash after his dreams have come crashing down, and there is a stranger in his house acting like she knows his family better than him. So that goes over GREAT (/s) as you can imagine.

He immediately has an attitude with her, to Evelyn's horror. She apologizes for him while he walks away and slams his door like a moody teenager. (Oh god this would be so fun to do a back and forth with them both being justified in their hatred of each other I'm salivating.)

Alex has also been raised that women should present themselves a certain way, and act a certain way, and Leah is none of that. She wears chunky hiking sandals and no makeup and has arms covered in scars from her work. She does intense manual labor and lives on her own in the woods. She even helped clean the gutters while he was gone, which is another thing on the long list of insults to Alex's manhood that he takes personally. Cleaning the gutters was HIS job.

They have a bunch of tense run-ins from there as he tries to re-establish himself. He sends her away when she comes by to check in on his grandparents. She holds her tongue then out of respect for his grandmother, but she isn’t so quiet on their next run-in. 

He comes across her in the forest on his morning jog and she’s CHOPPING WOOD of all things. Alex hasn't held an axe in years. It pisses him off. He asks her what she’s doing (with an attitude, of course) and she is all too happy to put him in his place with her axe in-hand. She shouts at him and calls him a jughead, among other names.

Alex is silent throughout. Normally he hates being yelled at, it's triggering. By coaches, by his grandpa (reminds him of his dad). But it's different coming from a girl. She’s sweating, muscled arms out, and wielding her axe. It’s… almost kind of hot? He tries to not think about it too much and stay mad, but later realizes he might actually like a girl with fire in her blood. 

He starts actually kind of looking forward to crossing paths with her, to have her attention on him no matter how negative. Throughout this time he’s also working through the grief of his failure, and figuring out a new future now that his gridball scholarship is gone. Evelyn continues to give him grief about how he treats her, and he starts to feel bad about how he came between them. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have her start coming around again, if anything just to annoy the hell out of her.

She's cold to him when he visits, which was to be expected. She looks him up and down, eyes narrowed and scrutinizing. She has some paint on her arms and fingers. It seems like she wants to yell at him but she's holding it in. 

"Granny okay?" she asks.

He nods, and can barely start saying "Yes" before she is shutting the door. "Wait!"

She opens the door and crosses her arms, taking a deep breath and unleashing her anger on him. She's defending her right to stay here, telling him he's not going to run her out, that she is stronger than he thinks and has dealt with worse than the likes of him. He is once again silent, and a little turned on, until she stops to breathe and he can get a word in.

"I came to apologize."

She deflates. "You... what?"

He shifts uncomfortably, runs a hand through his hair. "I was an ass, when you got here. I was... I was just going through shit and I think you should go back to coming over, if you want.”

She takes a deep breath to recalibrate, and takes a moment to think. She's always wanted things to be okay with Alex. It was incredibly stressful to be at odds with him, and lose the precarious belonging she had found in her new town. 

"Noted," is her eventual response.

"Noted?"

"Yes. I don't forgive you, yet."

He nods sheepishly. "Understandable, I guess."

She has him wait there in the doorway and comes back with her phone. She holds it up as if filming him.

"Alright, Jughead. Say 'I'm a dumbass and I'm sorry.'"

He sucks his teeth and shifts uncomfortably. "You're not gonna post this somewhere are you?"

"No. Promise. I won't promise I won't show anyone else though." She smiles for the first time at him, and he has to relent at that.

"I'm a dumbass and I'm sorry," he says, looking at her instead of her phone.

She laughs, and even though its at his expense it makes him smile. She has a good laugh. "And 'Leah is better at cleaning the gutters than I am'," she adds.

He gapes at her. "That is NOT true."

She shrugs and stops the video. "Remains to be seen."

"Am I forgiven now?"

"Oh, this is only the beginning," Leah grins impishly.

And thus begins their romance arc. The teasing is more playful than mean. Sometimes they end up working on something together, and it's not so bad. They help clear the driveway of snow together and end up tossing snowballs at each other. It gets dangerously cute.

Leah sees more of how Alex actually is. He's a good man who has just been through a lot. She could see herself with a man like him. But surely not him, she still has to hold her grudge after all. She's happy things are mostly back to normal though, she doesn't have to consider moving again.

Then Evelyn has a fall or something and they both rush to the hospital together. She can tell Alex is bottling everything, trying to stay strong in the hospital room. Leah takes his hand and squeezes and he doesn't shove her off. Afterwards when they get home she follows him into his room.

"Alex."

"Hm." He's avoiding looking at her and keeps swallowing. He looks to be dissociating.

She takes another chance and hugs him hard. He puts an arm around her weakly.

"Come on squeeze me like you mean it!" she scolds, muffled in his chest.

He makes a sound half chuckle, half sigh, and squeezes her back.

"Harder, I'm not made of glass," she whacks him on the head for good measure this time.

It works, because he chuckles and squeezes so hard she can't breathe. She squeezes him back as hard as she can, and they just hold each other for a moment, partially comforting and partially a contest of strength.

When he pulls back both their eyes are misty and she brings her hand to his cheek. They both kind of want to kiss and are both terrified of upsetting the other person. But as soon as Leah feels Alex leaning in even slightly, she takes full advantage and pulls him down the rest of the way to kiss.

I TOOK THIS ONE SO SERIOUSLY I SPENT SO MUCH TIME ON IT LOLLL I actually ended up rewriting it because I didn't like the first one

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[nehswritesstuffs]

HEART PIRATES WEEK 2024 - Part 5 of 9

I told myself last year that I was going to participate in Heart Pirates Week this year, and by thunder I'm going to participate in Heart Pirates Week!

Day Five: Clione - Food

675 words; no warning on this go around; this might end up becoming something bigger, might not, idk yet; I wrote this after having a bunch of leftover fancy catering appetizers it is destiny; takes place before the Hearts get to the Grand Line, so figure that what you will for timeline purposes

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His bowtie was tight and his clothes restricting as Clione attempted to adjust himself into something resembling comfortable. He didn’t like this undercover bullshit—coveralls being too comfy made nearly everything else down-right constrictive in comparison.

“Don’t untuck that shirt or I will have your head,” Ikkaku warned. She was finishing helping Uni with his cufflinks as the trio stayed hidden in a disused side-corridor of the banquet hall. All three were dressed in waitstaff uniforms, having drawn the straws that put them in that particular role.

“It can’t be that serious,” Clione grumbled. “You didn’t even straighten your hair.”

“We don’t have two extra hours for me to do it the right way, numbskull,” Ikkaku reminded him. It was true though—her wildly curly hair was now contained in a singular chunky plait down her back, looking as though it was begging for the sweet release of the hair tie snapping. “Just follow the plan and we can get back to normal.”

Clione and Uni both passed one another glances of despair while Ikkaku finished up the finishing touches on Uni’s uniform. Once they were all set, they put their right hands together before breaking off to their separate positions. Uni went towards the bar to snatch a tray of drinks, Ikkaku grabbed napkins and an ashtray, while Clione went towards the appetizers.

Oh, wow… he knew they were going to be at a super-high-class party, but he didn’t realize it’d be this swanky. The tiny appetizers were like works of art, with pates and carefully-carved veggies and delicate plating that was expertly applied. It was going to take a lot for him to not steal a tray and hoark them all down himself…

No, focus! Focus! Clione instead wandered around the hall packed with guests, offering the wee nibbles to varying people as he passed. As he did, he tried to catch conversation to figure out who was their target and who was just some other obnoxious rich person hobnobbing amongst the North’s wealthy and powerful…

After a couple rounds of the hall and fetching another tray, a familiar face appeared. The Captain looked so different in his disguise as a socialite, Penguin and Shachi flanking him as his “personal security detail”. Many of the whispers were about him—who was that tall, dark, handsome man? Was he unattached? What or whom did he represent? Every time Clione heard a new theory, it was all he could do to not burst into laughter.

He knew why they were there, doing such a deep cover into such an elaborate society mixer. They all knew why when instead of finishing off their journey to Reverse Mountain and the Grand Line, they were bothering with a bunch of idiots and their personal security details and the varied lower-ranking Marines who were flitting about in a show instead of doing their jobs. There was only one reason as to why the Captain would draw attention to himself by covering his tattoos and acting so mysterious and aloof it pulled the attention of everyone in the room.

The esteemed host of the party was Flevench royalty.

“Would the good sir care for a bite?” Clione asked, approaching the Captain with the same neutral expression he wore for all the guests. The Captain stared at him for a moment, blinking slowly, before taking a dressed egg half. “What an excellent choice; taste of nobility.”

“You don’t say,” was the flat reply. “Anyone here with kingly tastes?”

“No, but princely for certain. I believe the gentleman in green velveteen would agree.” Clione watched the Captain as his eyes quickly scanned the crowd and found the mark, Penguin and Shachi both giving him a nod as they followed.

Well… at least Clione waited until he was out of sight and the Captain was torturing his former prince before he began to shovel appetizers into his mouth. It was his contact who got them into the place, after all, and he was going to make sure they got all it was worth.

[dadsbongos]

Hello!

First things first, I absolutely adore your fic, Monachopsis. Like, I can say that one is easily one of my fav fics I’ve read with Eddie and just, ugh, it’s so good. It makes me so happy and I go back to read it from time to time!

Second thing, I saw that you were open to writing for a disabled!reader and I wanted to suggest maybe a Reader who has a really noticeable disfigurement? For example, my disfigurement is that I was born without my right jaw bone, and my right ear, so my face is noticeably off center and one side looks more developed then the other. Im also blind amd deaf on my right side! Its called Goldenhar Syndrome! I’ve had a bunch of surgeries on my face and for other things so I have noticeable scars too. (Of course you dont have to go down this specific route, but I figured it would help to give an example XD)

Anyway, if you want, I’d love to see a fic where Eddie and Reader with that kind of situation, interact!

If anything, I just wanna say that I really like your interpretation of Eddie and to say again that your writing is great!

wahhh thank you so much :,(( that is so kind of you to say omg thank you for this ask, this concept was NOT leaving my skull and i found it adorable

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warnings - mentions of surgery/surgical scars, hospital waiting room (idk beware nosocomephobia havers), not proofread oopsie doopsie

summary - you’re waiting to go into reconstructional surgery, and your boyfriend - Eddie - won’t stop trying to read your patient form.

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“Can I see that?” Eddie holds his hand out, chunky rings wiggling on his fingers when you don’t immediately pass over your patient form.

“Why?”

“I wanna read it,” he pouts and leans close, you can smell the cheap cologne he last-minute sprayed on in the van outside.

“Do you not know why we’re here?” you turn to full face him on your left, head tilting, “Eddie.”

“I know!” he holds his hands up defensively, grinning wide, volume of his protest breaking the golden rule of silence in hospital waiting rooms, “I absolutely know. We’re here for your surgery,” he kisses your forehead sweetly, “You little cutie, thinking I’m a bad boyfriend.”

“Never said that,” you flip to the next page, filling out emergency contacts and home phone numbers and health insurance information.

“It was seriously implied, babe, and I don’t appreciate that.”

Eddie is practically breathing down your neck, nearly caging you against the stone blue wall on your other side. A green and white opaque glass vase sits on the darkwood table between your chair and the wall, a daisy that reminds you of the ones Eddie picks for you outside his trailer sits among roses and lilies. You see it while turning your back to your beau to avoid his piercing bambi stare.

“Babe,” he whines, cheek pressing to the back of your left shoulder, and you can still feel his eyes burn a white-hot hole through your papers, “I’m just trying to see something.”

“What?” you turn back around to face him, “What’re you trying to see, honey?”

He hesitates and a hole splices straight through your gut, and the more logical side of you knows for certain that Eddie would never - not after all his pining and hopeless romance - but something inside you lives on the fear that maybe he forgot. You want him to know, and you’re sure he does. But insecurity is pure ugliness that rides woes and waves.

“Did you forget the name of my condition?” 

Immediately, Eddie jerks back, curls waving wildly as he hurriedly shakes his head, “Not at all, baby,” your nose scrunches in the cute little way it always has when he says something ridiculous, “I’ll say it.”

“Go on,” you’re teasing now, and Eddie can feel his heart relax between his ribs. He hates when you’re upset and he always, always has.

Since you two first met in the lobby to Ms. Perkins’ speech therapy. He saw you trying to stuff yourself into the farthest gray corner, and before he could say anything, he was being called in. to discuss the trials and tribulations of his pesky stutter (honestly, it was like his brain just moved way too fast for his tongue sometimes). Before he left, though, he insisted on writing down his number for you - Wayne insisting later that people normally know the names of someone they give their number to. There was an energy about your side of the room - like the anticipation you get before a firework blasts off.

You were quiet, but he could sense thrumming - a big, loud bass smothered in the basement. And he’d be lying by saying that your little pout wasn’t adorable. That wrinkle of your nose that captures him mind, body, and soul to this day enraptured him even then.

“Goldenhair Syndrome.”

You laugh, hand flying to cover your mouth as you giggle.

“Oh, so that’s not it?” he throws his hands up, pure defeat in his muscles. He grins, enjoying the peels of your joy, “Did I say it wrong? I can spell it, probably.”

“You did say it wrong,” you fill out the final sections of your form and run it up to the receptionist, “So wrong, baby,” before sitting back in your chair, you brush a lock of his curls behind his ears and pat his cheek, just a little condescending, “Goldenhar.”

“Okay, so I got the last part wrong,” he rolls his eyes, checking the clock and noting there’s still thirty minutes until surgery, “Goldenhar. Oops.”

“Better,” you prod his arm with your nail, “What were you looking for then?”

“I was watching you write your name to see if you’d,” he snorts, more nervous than genuine in his laugh, “You know!” he twirls the skull ring around his finger, shrugging, “Hesitate and almost write an ‘M’ for your last name, it’s whatever!”

“Eds.”

“What?” he’s smitten to a point of barely even being embarrassed. He’d only find shame in it if you did.

“That’s adorable,” you take his hand, squeezing tight, and Eddie squeezes back tighter.

“Thank you, I really, really try.”

And as soon as you’re off for some reconstructional surgery - Eddie will rush off to buy you the biggest bouquet he can buy. He likes giving you the torn-root daisies as much as you enjoy receiving them, but buying flowers for you would be nice. 

“Maybe one day, I’ll actually get to write Munson, hm?”

“Oh, honey,” he excitedly turns to face you fully, eyes wide and lips pulled back so far his teeth are on display, “If you’d let me, I’d marry you right now.”

“Stop,” you swat his arm and you both giggle - neither entirely joking, though. 

There’s a soft lull. And Eddie does as he’s best at and breaks it.

“Nervous?”

“A little,” tenderly, you brush your fingertips against the collection of scars from previous surgeries, “You?”

“Why would I be nervous?”

“In case there’s an absolutely dashing doctor in there,” you like making Eddie laugh.

It was like making George Carlin - the so-called Godfather of comedy himself - laugh. Simply the funniest man you’ve ever met - and that may be bias, but you can’t be bothered to care.

“God, I hope not,” he grimaces, “Who else would I force to listen to my campaign plots?”

“Oh, whatever, Munson.”

He leans over and kisses your cheek sweetly, “Yeah, ‘whatever’. You’d be lost without my campaign plots.”

“That’s true,” you squeeze his hand again and he squeezes right back, “I’d hate it terribly.”

"Good," he nods curtly, already planning the route to the florist he saw not a block away from this hospital, "I would too, honestly."

[weebsinstash]

God I want a yandere that just forces me into feminization. I use to love wearing dresses and flowly/frilly clothing, getting my hair done.

It's just lot of gross people made me feel gross for being a girl and others would shame me for provoking them for their advances.

🤡 I legit had to stand outside and interact with strangers for this business. Just for my mentor to tell me to stay in the car because all these grown men that could be dad are ogling me and saying inappropriate shit.

Oh gosh for starters I am so sorry that happened to you :( I am in a way grateful and kind of lucky I grew up chunky because I genuinely believe it shielded me from having many of these sorts of scary experiences.

For me, I think the concepts that keep coming out to me are either A. Yandere makes you all cute and pretty because they think you're adorable and wants you to be as pretty as you can be, almost kind of infantilizing, and then B. Yandere is a dick and a control freak and you wearing makeup is because HE wants you to because HE thinks it looks good and even if he's taking you out around other people, you aren't dolled up for them, you're dolled up for HIM

God you know that one shigaraki auction fic i wrote that in hindsight wasn't executed that great but like, I have this thing for darlings that get all dolled up by their captors in like dehumanizing but luxurious ways idk how else to describe it? Yeah you're wearing a choker/necklace that looks lowkey like a dog collar and maybe even has a leash or something but the little pendant dangling from it has stones in it worth a small fortune. You're being forced to dress up but it's in expensive clothes because the captor is materialistic and doesn't want you looking cheap. It doesn't matter what kinds of styles you like, or even if you don't like makeup at all, they're going to make you do it or else

Something about that second one obviously really ignites the shit disturbing rebellious brat nature inside of me

God i just also like. Ok. So you guys wanna hear an embarrassingly super specific fic idea I keep writing in my head. So. Yeah its my go to cringe comfort the chobobros again ok 💀 so. Imagine after Reader starts you know kinda just lowkey mutates/evolves into an Omega, everything is kind of awkward as everyone is trying to navigate the new, uh, pack dynamic? All your new smells that let them kind of vaguely know how you're feeling, how your scent will fluctuate between certain intensities and how it affects them biologically such as you raising your voice in anger and all of them suddenly feeling a strong urge to become passive and apologize, an almost biological reaction of wanting to keep you happy and healthy? They can tell when you're starting to get hungry or you're anxious, and it can be hard for you, as someone who kind of "just got the equipment" to try and control your growling or purring or little whines bc yeah I think people in the omegaverse having enhanced vocal abilities that include sounds that are more primal/animalike is a neat idea

I just imagine like. Everything is all awkward and no one really knows exactly what is going to happen because I mean. Omega haven't been documented for like maybe a few centuries at this point, maybe like Past Ardyn's era since that's when the gods basically first touched down or whatever, and absolutely no one really knows anything besides like old wives tales, like you're talking about a unicorn. So. Anyways. Imagine doing the whole on the road thing and everyone is trying to chill when you pass through a town with some sort of like, farmers market going on, or maybe through some NPC side quest level shit you meet an old man having a garage sale and that's when Ignis finds THE THING: an extremely old looking leather bound book in its own protective little case that reads something along the lines of THE OBSERVATIONS OF OMEGA VOL.I

Obviously the gang HAS to get this book, and I imagine Ignis starts making offers and when the old man sees how desperate he is, he instead proposes, say, some sort of monster slaying quest, maybe a daemon has been terrorizing his land or the area for generations and he wants it gone or some typical side quest bullshit BUT, anyways, you get the book, and I imagine since it's potentially one of the only few copies of written information on this topic, i imagine Ignis is, kind of a little bit of a bitch about anyone but him touching it because, like, HE GOES ALL OUT. Even touching an old book with your bare hands can ruin the ink with the oils from your hands, so he always handles it with his soft leather gloves on, always meticulously careful. The book isn't quuuiiiiite falling apart but doing something like dropping it could split the bindings, or turning a page too aggressively could tear it right off.

But sometimes I think it would be interesting if the book is written in a scientific-but-not-really-and-actually-maybe-this-is-lowkey-creepy kind of way but Ignis is consuming it 100% unironically. He's trying to thumb through a chapter and it's saying something like "omega form strong emotional attachments due to their biological roles and instincts as caregivers and child-bearers" and Ignis looks over across the campsite and you're teasing Prompto over a bed head and suddenly taking a comb and tidying up his hair while the blonde is getting all red in the face and Ignis just completely unironically internally going "oh you're helping groom him 🥺❤ you ARE a caregiver"

And I feel like Ignis would slowly start sharing his "academic research" with the others, bit by bit, until suddenly you feel this, depends on perspective but most likely uncomfortable shift where you seem to go from being perceived as "one of us but female, let's roughhouse and be gross sometimes" to "one of us but female BUT ALSO our sweet precious omega oh my god look at you in your little sundress aren't you just so cute, dont strain yourself carrying anything even remotely heavy because You Are So Very Sweet And Delicate"

[mamamittens]

Well, we have a game plan but the coming weeks will be quite illuminating about if we'll need to take out loans to consolidate pre existing debt.

The "Oh Shit Sale" is still ongoing btw, which basically means half off commissions and the chance to sponsor a chapter of a fic I haven't updated for $20 bucks (ABSOLUTELY A LAST RESORT FOR ME AND NOT IN ANY WAY GOING TO CONTINUE ONCE I FEEL COMFORTABLE IN MY CURRENT FINANCIAL STRIFE).

I will be very glad to announce the sale has ended but for the moment, it is still very much active.

Anyway, time for something less depressing! Like rambling about my new pokemon OC until I feel able to go to sleep!

So, I have a very definied look for Edna during work hours. Very... Althetic chic? Idk, she's wearing leggings and sleeveless mock turtleneck, it's very much A Look. So I was trying to figure out what her 'comfy' wear would be.

Personality wise it would make sense for her to prefer comfy, soft fabrics. She doesn't like conflict despite being very fit, as her workout routine is stress relief, which is why her normal outfit is so athletically inclined. My roomie suggested sweater dresses? But I'm not committed yet.

Whatever style it is, I want it to be cute and very... Soft? Like, cuddling would be so fucking amazing. Perhaps sweats and thick sweaters. Like a lazy librarian?

And her hair... It's already down for her main look, save random braids from her Pokemon friends. And that much hair would be heavy as shit so idk if she'd pull it up. Doubt she'd bother wearing her Togapi beanie though. Maybe one big braid with little braids throughout since she has time to let them actually do her whole hair. Just a thick, chunky braid lol

I also put some thought into how her job works. I doubt they'd be so slave driving she'd drop off a package and immediately return. She'd likely have a bulk delivery to a region she needs to complete in a certain time frame and as long as she's not late, it's fine. So in her off hours she'd likely be cleaning out whatever housing she owns in the area of her aunt's personal affects, saving them for her folks when it's sentimental or donating. I like to imagine her ordering local, sometimes with her most recent troublesome client as an apology for making her jump through hoops to deliver a package THEY ORDERED.

I imagine all of her aunt's properties are decked out for housing pokemon and eggs. So she's well prepared for the shenanigans her aunt's charm brings.

As for why she doesn't do pokemon breeding, well aside from ruining the egg gag if it's on purpose, she just doesn't have the eye for it. Edna really loves pokemon so she wouldn't have the heart to critically evaluate a Pokemon's worth the way her aunt did. She could absolutely do it if given time, but she'd just end up adopting all the 'failed' attempts, which isn't viable. She also wouldn't be able to stand people that would pay for such services as they'd likely be very dismissive of any perceived lack in a pokemon.

For sleeping arrangements, Yolky has preferential treatment as a rule. And also because they wind up as the smallest in her party, even by Togepi/Togetic/Togekiss standards, being slightly smaller than the smallest known measurement. (I may fudge numbers a bit cause it's infamously unclear how tf these professors are measuring these pokemon, so maybe Yolky's final form is measured by wingspan?) And Baby and Danny sleep nearby depending on where they are. For storms, Danny likes to keep watch with Helper (who never really sleeps to begin with, literally keeping ghostly vigil and watching over any eggs) and Baby likes to sleep on Edna's legs if Danny is present. Particularly once they evolve into an alpha Sylveon (as yet another joke on Yolky's expense, he's so mad about that).

Parcel has insomnia so they often stay up with Helper but do enjoy napping as they travel on trains and such. If they can manage, they like sleeping against Edna's back/hair.

As part of the universal weirdness concerning people casually carrying around incredibly heavy pokemon, there are many times where Edna doesn't even notice one of her Pokemon are asleep in her hair, using braids as footholds or securing points. Usually Yolky, especially once Danny starts braiding her hair with his poison spit to prevent frizz. Accidentally boosts all of their poison resistance with this stunt but he's not sorry, just embarrassed.

If it's Yolky in her hair, he's often mistaken for a massive bow, not helped by his unique, shiny-bred appearance.

Ah, for reference, Baby is a shiny Eevee that evolves into Sylveon. Danny (Cadenza) is a shiny Toxitricity. Parcel is a shiny Delibird (from work, she doesn't hatch or find this one). And Helper (Little Helper) is a shiny-bred Chandelure from her aunt that she inherited with many properties and a 'Happy Egg Charm' that unbeknownst to Edna, spawns increasingly rare eggs on top of determining viability of eggs, compatibility of two pokemon, and if an egg is shiny.

It's the main gag, it's a whole thing and I'm having a blast imagining it.

Edna usually gives the Pokemon or eggs to local professors, fueling a massive conspiracy in every region about how tf she gets these rare eggs. Only the professor from her home region knows the truth cause he's familiar with her family and aunt. But he just never seems to get the chance to explain. Whoops.

[decaydancerr]

another silly little rant of mine

okokokok ive risen from the dead to spill my silly little thoughts on this silly little box. first thing id like to address(adress?): sleep token. i consider myself to somewhat be a metalhead so uh- yea. imo (as in, idgaf what *you* think, this is just me) they suck. theyre just plain bad. i cant get over Vessel's voice for some reason. maybe its the enunciation? idk. then; the music. theyre being labeled (from what i know/heard anyways) as metal. sure,sure some good chunky riffs every once in a while buttttttt? not fully. expirimental is probably a better word (who knows, maybe thats already their label! i dont exactly keep up) anyways, the main thing that bothers me are the reactions. youtube, whatever. its always sooo... over the top?? like ok, you like this band a lot (tbh Will Ramos's reaction[s] to them are great tho) and youre excited!! cool, man. but then you have eeeeeveryone else doing these insane "OMG I LOVE YOU YOUR VOICE IS SO GOOD MARRY ME STEP ON ME" reactions and 😭 PLS PEOPLE there is no way- my favorite (only good one imo) is Alex Terribles bc he is so real?? idk how to describe it but he like- "the clean vocals i like them its beatiful... and GAY" in his vodeo and like. i dont listen to STP(slaughter to prevail) or follow his work but yk?? anyways. i just personnaly (YOU DONT HAVE TO AGREE) feel like everyone is hopping on a bandwagon (haha, *band*wagon) with sleep token. next thing(wow this thing is huge already) is Nimona. i fuckin loved it but one silly little nitpick i have abt it is uhm. Nimona says "break stuff" and "metal" a fair bit- in my eyes they really *really* couldve used a certain silly little bizkit song. anyways movie was great (and gay :3) and i loved it!! i would give it its own post but i dont have a rant long enough abt it T-T. thanks to anyone who reads this :3

[fragile-wisp]

the things I do for love

haha yeah so I'm like trying to get over this dude

he's 43 and bald by choice but idk why I'm obsessed with him

Like idk he's hot for some reason, his eyes smolder in this way that makes me feel so weak.

We used to work together, and every time I walked past the front desk he would look at me in this way... this certain way that made me blush, and I always nervous around him... butterflies in my stomach, my heart skips a beat... or beats so fast my apple watch starts screaming to the world that my bpm is high... haha... thanks for that btw Apple way to call me out 😩😂

I don't know what's wrong with me. I just want another chance to prove I can be cool and casual. Sorry I catch feelings, especially when it's like we missed each other... I was away for six years... you take me on three dates, then decided to blow me off an equal amount of times? Now he won't even respond to simple short texts, when he was the one who started this whole thing hot and heavy... I just wanted to get back in touch, and he starts calling me his girl... then the next week he's IM'ing someone else... I just don't know what to think.

The painfully optimistic moron in my head keeps telling me he does really like me, but he doesn't want to get serious right now so he's just faffing about... I just don't want to feel like he's waiting for when he wants a commitment then comes crawling back to me, because I'm the one who wants him?

Naw, thank you- next.

How are we even supposed to be friends if you're basically avoiding me? Granted, I should not have spilled my guts on instagram messenger, that was a mistake... but I don't know how else to get my thoughts out there to communicate with you, if you're just gonna cancel every plan anyway...

God, maybe I'm just a try-hard. I try too hard, but like, I'm not trying to impress anyone, I just wanna feel good about myself when I leave the house. If my wearing a sexy dress and makeup makes you uncomfortable because you wanna wear shorts and a graphic tee all the time, that's on you... my makeup helps clear my acne, so I wear it for me. I want the Neutrogena foundation to clear my complexion, on top of my regular skin care routine. I wear my sexy black dress because I FEEL sexy when I wear it, plus it has protective slips inside the top so your nipples are safe! I can go bra-less, and just slip into a thong and shapewear before I put the dress on. Throw my white leather jacket on top, with my white purse, black chunky heels, and a little jewelry- maybe some black eyeshadow- and BAM! 💥

I feel like Stevon Ur-kell, Steve's sexy af alter ego who owns his shit and does what he wants!! I cannot explain how hot and mature I feel when I get a lil dolled up. It's not a crazy amount of effort either, I'm not killing myself to look good for anyone. I put a normal amount of time into my regular self-care, then when I wanna feel sexy I do a tiny bit extra- like more thorough shaving and stuff like that. I don't see why men have to be intimidated or overwhelmed by a little self-care?

Sorry if you thought my putting on makeup was just to impress you, but trust me, it wasn't. It was for me to feel good about myself, no one else. 💅💖

[sunflowervolvimp3]

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[bitchkay]

Ok, hear me out: Rio cuddling the hell out of a chunky s/o 😳. Their curves are just so cute to him, how could this muscly man resist?

No cus I literally been thinking about this for SOOO LONG

No cus I was literally going to make a post the was like Rio loves big woman.😐 STRAIGHT LIKE THAT--

Don't tell me Rio isn't a chubby chaser, that man loves thick woman, it's just a fact.

Literally Rio.

Deadass.

Rio literally wouldn't care how big/small/slim/thick/tall/short/hairy/smooth you are, he literally would love you regardless

If feeding your s/o was a love language, it would literally be Rio. Rio the type of mf to find so much joy in watching you eat. He literally makes your favorite foods just to see you eat them. Whether you were thick or not, no surprise if you gain Happy weight™ in a relationship with Rio.

Rios favorite face on you is the face you make when you're enjoying your food☺️♡

There's probably no point where yall aren't eating together

If you can keep up with him he'll literally ask you to marry him on the spot.

He literally loves cuddling up to you😭😭

You're so soft and cute, he'll literally suffocate you in his arms

Or suffocate himself idk--

He fully rivaling Lynt with the cuddliness

As Nicki once said "He don't like em bony he like something he can grab"

And he lives by that

He literally can't resist holding you, you're like his favorite comfort item

Not really a pda kind of guy more like a 'I want to hold you right now😐' type and ya know the heart wants what it wants🙄✋🏽

Rio thinks you're so beautiful.

Literally the most gorgeous person he's ever seen in his life.

Sometimes he really can't resist coddling you, you're so perfect in his eyes, he needs to show you how much he loves you and your figure at almost all times in the day

It's his favorite thing to do☺️

Rio loves making you feel loved, he feels like he's done something right seeing your smile♡

He loves showing off his strength with you too

He'll literally pick you up and you're like 'no put me down I'm probably so heavy stop' and Rio's like '🤨🤨you light asf wym' emphasizing this by ‼CARRYING YOU‼ to your next class😳

If literally anyone tries to pick on you for your size Rio is already out here ready to fight a bitch.

How dare you make fun of my s/o😠😠

I can already see the princes fangirls having a FIELD DAY if you were bigger, them girls don't know how to leave shit alone

And trust me Rio is having none of it‼

Lol "Wear whatever you want babe, I can fight" LMFAOO

Omg Rio loves worshipping your body

Not just the generic "you're beautiful just the way you are" he loves praising your certain features, like your arms, or your stomach, thighs, back, it's all so beautiful to him

Every part of you that you're insecure about is his favorite thing about you.

He loves blowing raspberries in your stomach as a casual form of affection like boy--

Rio loves to kiss every inch of your body whenever you make love. How could he not, there's so much of you for him to love on♡

Rio with a chubby s/o is literally such a power move😌

Literally a power couple.

This is the best thing ever.

Rio asf:

[bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love]

Idk if this is or has been done but shig with a chunky gamer girl s/o and how he treats her

SMUTTY (unedited) hope it's good enough sweetie 😘

How he treats her, like a queen, how else.

He loves watching you game.

Insists on you sitting in his lap. He knows your self conscious of your weight but he wants to break you of that.

He doesn't want you to lose weight cause he loves all of you.

Those thighs you think are to big he thinks are thicc and sexy. Loves squeezing them, his hands kneading them as you wiggle about in his grasp.

He hates that you try to cover your stomach, that you think its something to be ashamed of. To him it doesn't matter if your 90 pounds or 400. You are his princess, his heart.

Will refuse to let you wear clothes in his room so he can grope that tempting flesh of yours that gets him so horny.

So here you sit, controller in your hand, trying to navigate through the castle part of Resident Evil but your finding it hard to concentrate with his lips bitting and sucking at your neck.

Those big hands of his are roaming and caressing you, your tits, belly, legs. The bulge in his pants growing larger by the secong. You can feel his erection poking you, and you know it won't be long till he has you bouncing on his cock.

The way your ass jiggles as he pounds into you makes him lose it, going completely feral, furiously thrusting his hips against you, groaning about how good you feel around his dick.

Your his sexy baby girl.

Even in public this man can't keep his hands off you. It's literally impossible. You just turn him on so much he has to touch you, hold you, and he's always painfully hard.

Sometimes he makes bets with you on your gaming skills, if you fail a certain level or don't get a high enough score you have to go without clothes longer or cockwarm him at the bar, in a meeting. Maybe he will have you wear some skimpy outfit when you go out.

More than anything he wants you to be comfortable in your own skin. Cause there is nothing wrong with you.