#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

[sluttysnowangel666]

sweet like candy - choi su bong / thanos

pairings : thanos/ su bong x fem reader

summary/request : despite only a few insignificant interactions with thanos, he grows jealous when he sees you talking to an ex marine, dae ho.

warnings: jealous thanos, use of drugs, swearing, violence, ooc thanos bc he’s kinda nice most of the time except for when he’s jealous, lowkey sub thanos idk how it happened but bros a good boy😭, oral(f receiving), hand job, sex(p in v)

ngl this is not my best work unfortunately:( it just feels like i rushed too much at certain parts but i just didn’t want it to be too repetitive to other stories with too much detail when we all know how the games work. send me some requests, i wanna do au or write for thanos where the reader and him are outside of the games

not responsible for the content you consume, use discretion when reading past the border. 18+

“Señorita, excuse me.”

You turn, an eyebrow already raised at the strange pet name you’d just been called. It’s a tall, young ish man. You take in his appearance; his hair is a bright shade of purple, slender fingers painted like infinity stones, marked with dark tattoos, chunky rings, and a cross necklace.

You don’t respond, instead continuing to walk in the eerie room painted like the sky, with a giant doll at the other side.

You sigh, still confused at how you ended up here with 456 other people in ugly green tracksuits and millions, if not billions, of won in debt.

He raps you a song, also stating his name is Thanos, which you try to tune out but its mediocrity makes you stifle a laugh. He notices, and your sweet smile makes him smile.

“I like you.” He says, flashing you a little heart with his fingers. You roll your eyes, walking past him as he lingers on your trail.

A man runs out, player 456, you note. He begins screaming, saying the game was “Red Light, Green Light” and the doll was going to kill us if we moved. His reaction makes you nervous, his fear seemed so genuine.

“My dad comes home like this sometimes,” Thanos says, noticing your shift in demeanor. “Saying there’s bugs in the walls and his phone’s been tapped by the government.”

“Do you think the guy yelling is high?” You ask.

He smirks a little before answering, which doesn’t go unnoticed by you. “Fuck no.”

The game begins, and Thanos takes your hand. You go to pull away but his grip is tight.

“Let go.” You whisper, on a red light.

“Come on, señorita. Let’s stick together.” He whispers back.

Before you can respond, the girl in front of you starts screaming about a bee landing on her. She faces you both and laughs a little.

“Oh, shit. I just moved, didn’t I?”

Bang.

Blood splatters on you and Thanos’ face.

“Don’t scream.” He whispers, but even if you wanted to, you couldn’t. Your body is in shock, frozen. You grip his hand in return now, trying to hold your shaking.

More rounds continue, but neither of you move. That is until the man tells you to finish you have to be behind the doll. Thanos moves you behind him, and you press your head into his back with your eyes shut tight, gripping his jacket. He slowly moves, pulling you with him.

A woman reacts to the body, and an another shot goes off. Panic ensues, as people run and shots fire continuously. All you can hear is screaming and shooting.

During the next green light Thanos doesn’t move, but you feel him fidgeting around. Two rounds go by of this before he finally moves again.

He lurches forward, and you feel him go “Ding” as he pushes a group of people down. Three shots ring off, and during the next green light you let go of him. He doesn’t even notice, skipping and jumping and dancing during every green light.

In the end, you survive. Splattered in blood, yes, but alive nonetheless.

You avoid him after that, feeling unnerved by the way he played during the games. You noticed him sharing a pill with a guy later, which made his behavior in the game make sense to you.

You sat on your bed, your face buried in your knees as you rocked back and forth. The lights were out, everyone going to sleep but, how could you? After everything you saw?

You glanced up at the piggy bank, glowing gold

and filled with won.

———

The next game was about to begin.

You had been brought into a room, eerily similar to the one with the doll, except the room had rainbow tracks and pink suit men standing around it. They ordered you to get into teams of 5.

You wandered around, searching for a group of people who wouldn’t kill you for fun.

“Hi.”

You turned, facing a handsome dark haired man, his hair half tied up. He was neatly kept, carrying himself with confidence and grace, despite everything.

“Hi.” You respond, meekly.

“Would you like to join our group?” He motions to the 4 men behind him. Their faces are stoic, but they look friendly enough. You notice the one man on the team was the one who warned everyone about the last games. You accept their offer; it’s not like you really had a choice anyway. Besides, why not let them pity you if they felt sorry enough to offer you a spot? No one else was itching to have you on your team…

Or so you thought.

On the other side of the room, Thanos was searching for you to be in his group. He felt inclined to protect you now after the events of the first game. The drugs were fueling him into wanting to be the hero of your story. He was convinced he could you get out of here, and you would tell the world Thanos the Great saved you with a snap of his fingers. Besides, such a sweet face like yours? It would be such a waste for you to die somewhere so silly.

He finds you, in the sea of people, talking to another man.

He fumes with rage, the ecstasy making him react more uncontrollably than usual.

He bites his lip, all of his prior convictions now forgotten. Let the bitch die then, he thinks to himself.

The games start, and players drop like flies from the first groups alone.

Thanos’ team goes, and you can’t help but cheer when you see them play successfully. You jump up and down, laughing and clapping at their win.

Thanos locks his eyes on yours, noticing your childlike joy at his win. It makes him strangely prideful, makes him forget why he was so mad at you in the first place.

He bows to you, like a musician after a performance. You blush a little, smiling at him, forgetting why he scared you in the first place.

Your team is last, and you’re up first playing ddakji. Your whole team plays successfully, and you survive another round of the games.

You go back to your bunks, Dae Ho wrapping a friendly and comforting arm around you as you both walk. You sit with your group, eating and laughing while you slowly forget the chaos around you.

Thanos watched it all play out with Dae Ho again. His palms were sweaty the whole time, hoping you’d survive and walk back into that room. The second you walked back through the door alive, his eyes were on you.

“Are you good?” Nam Gyu asks Thanos, noticing his eyes constantly following you.

“I don’t know what the fuck are you talking about.” Thanos spits, defensively. He takes another pill, needing the courage for his next move.

“Let me have one.” Nam Gyu begs. Thanos reluctantly hands one over.

Nam Gyu takes it with haste, as Thanos stands and makes his way towards you. He quickly gets up and follows his friend, ready for whatever fight may come.

Each time you laugh at Dae Ho, Thanos picks his pace up a little faster. He’s convinced that it’s like with each laugh that slips past your honey coated lips, then the closer Dae Ho is to getting to taste them. He sways his body unnaturally as he walks, wanting to appear more bad ass than he really felt.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He says as he approaches you.

“Thanos.” You say, a warning in your voice to leave you alone.

“You good, bro?” Dae Ho asks.

“Why the fuck are you talking to my girl?” He addresses Dae Ho now. You and Dae Ho both scoff in disbelief, but this is how your reaction played out in Thanos’ mind.

They both laugh

“Dae Ho, you’re so funny.”

“Well, you’re sexy.”

“Let’s make out and fuck right here in front of Thanos.”

“Whatever you say, beautiful.”

He reaches his hand out, grabbing you by your jacket and yanking you to your feet.

“Thanos!” You yell. Dae Ho and In Ho stand up to diffuse the situation. Before they can even intervene, you land a closed fist to Thanos’ eye.

He backs away, holding it as a little cut forms.

“Crazy bitch.” He says. He points at Dae Ho. “You stay away from her.”

“Fuck off.” You yell at Thanos. He backs away, still facing you and nodding his head in anger. His face reads This isn’t over.

“You okay?” Dae Ho asks. You nod, slightly breathless.

The way Thanos grabbed you was rude,

unnecessary,

controlling…

and hot.

You wanted to kick yourself for feeling so attracted to him in that moment. He was mentally unstable, high; everything that could be wrong with a man, he was.

Yet here you were, yearning for a piece of him just as he yearned for you.

Later that night, you couldn’t sleep in your bunk. You were stressed with nerves, with the thought that each next day could be your last. You tapped your foot relentlessly against the frame of the bed, until a person above you made a threat.

You sighed, getting up and walking to the door to be let to the bathroom.

You washed your face again for what was probably the 15th time, feeling like the blood was still on you.

You didn’t even hear the door, didn’t hear him walk up behind you, didn’t notice he was there until his hands were on your hips.

You gasped, turning with your fist, ready to make a collision; but Thanos was quicker than you this time, catching your wrist before you could seal the hit.

“Whoa.” He said, “Relax, girl.”

“What are you doing in here?” You yelled at him. He shushed you, making a tcht tcht tcht sound.

“You embarrassed me out there.” He said, tilting his head to show you his bruised eye.

“You? How about you yanking me to my feet in a room full of people?”

He says nothing, but he smirks at you.

“You’re just so pretty. How am I supposed to sit back and watch my girl flirt with other men?”

You sigh, rolling your eyes. “Is that what you think I am?”

“It’s what I know you are.” He says lowly, his hand resting against your throat. “You’re mine.”

“I’m not yours. You don’t ask, you just take from people. You’re a bully.”

“What are we, kids on a school yard? I’m a bully?” He steps closer than he already was, pressing himself into you.

“Yes.” You whisper out.

“Quiet now, aren’t we?” He teases, his voice low.

“If you’re gonna kill me, just fucking do it.” You say.

He laughs loudly, “Kill you? Get serious, girl.”

“Then what do you want?”

“You.”

You say nothing. Your hands are pressed against the counter top of the sink, and his body is pressed against yours. Chest to chest, you have nowhere to go.

“Move.” You say. Your eyes are locked, and you feel like prey being tortured by predator. Tortured in the way he’s doing nothing, just staring you down. He doesn’t budge still.

You grab him by his collar, pulling his face inches from yours.

“Move.” You say again, your voice pleading.

He notices. You’re not pleading him to move because of fear, you’re pleading for him to move because of lust.

His fingers trail up your arm, then trace your jaw to pull your chin up. He laces his fingers through your hair, pulling you so that your lips are on his.

He didn’t expect you to kiss him the way you did, it took him by such surprise, which he dared never admit because he was almost never surprised. But the way you grabbed his collar, trying to pull him so deep into you that you both might collapse into each other like stars.

“Where’d this come from?” He asks breathlessly, barely able to break away from you to get the question out.

“Can you just shut up?” You say quickly, pulling him back into you.

“As my queen commands.” He says, matching your ferocity with the kiss.

Both of his hands rest on your cheeks while he kisses you, but you take one and slowly push it down to your sweats.

“Why so eager?” He asks, breathlessly.

“You’re talking too much.” You say, pushing him off you. “Get on your knees.”

He scoffs, shocked. “Are you serious?”

You nod, and so he listens. He kisses down your body, tugging on your sweats when he’s on his knees. He kisses your thighs, mumbling sweet nothings about your body that were too soft to hear.

“Thanos-“

“Su Bong.” He corrects you, needing to hear you moan his real name.

“Su Bong, please don’t tease me.” You whine, so he concedes. Lifting up your leg onto his shoulder so he can kiss and lick and suck every part of you. You whine, pulling his purple tufts of hair.

“You are so sweet,” He whispers. “Sweet like candy.”

“Oh, my boy.” You moan, egging him on. His nails grip into your thighs unintentionally. He’s just so desperate for you, desperate to taste every drop.

Your nails dig into his forearm, scratching for release.

“Please, oh, please, Su Bong.”

He looks up at you, pupils dilated like the size of black holes. You throw your head back, grinding your hips into his mouth, chasing your release.

You pull his hair harshly, and he digs his nails into your thighs even more as you release. You cry out, repeating his name like a prayer, and he moans into you, fueling your release. He doesn’t miss a drop.

He comes off you, breathless. He sets your leg down, pulling your sweats back up as he stands.

You stare at each other, both of you panting in silence for a few moments. You sneak your hand down, resting it against his hard crotch. You smirk a little, and he mirrors it.

“I think I love you.” He moans as you rub him.

“I think you’re high.” You respond, and he laughs and nods. He leans down to kiss you again, gentler this time.

“Do you want one?” He asks, nodding to his necklace. You hesitate, but end up shaking your head no.

“I think we should head back.” You whisper, still rubbing him. He shakes his head no, moaning into your neck. He grips your jacket in desperate agony.

“I need you so bad.” He finally admits.

“Fine.” You fold, and he’s ever so quick to pull your sweats back down. He unhooks one of your legs from the pants, pulling it up so he can rest it around his hips as he pushes his sweats down just slightly so he can insert himself into you.

So, there you both are. Standing with one leg hooked around him and absolutely gripping the sink as he thrusts into you relentlessly. You don’t even try to hide your moans, throwing your head back in euphoria as Thanos buries his face in your neck with shameful whimpers. You grip onto whatever part of him you can for support. Your back is slamming into the edge of the sink over and over, surely leaving a bruise on your tailbone.

He kisses and sucks on your neck, leaving dark bruised purple hickeys on every inch. Marking you, so that you knew who you belong to and so that everyone else out there knew too.

His thrusts were relentless, and the angle he fucked you was crucial, hitting into your cervix each time. Your hands pushed on his hips, resisting his movements slightly, which only fueled him more.

“Stop it.” He moans.

“You stop, you’re being so rough.” You whimper.

“This is me being gentle,” He says. “You want something less than this, then I better not ever catch you speaking to another man again.”

You moan in defeated acceptance, grasping at his shoulders instead for balance. His perfect thrusts make you leak all over him, his pants soaked with your juices.

“You’re so wet.” He moans. “I think you’re gonna make me cum.”

You tighten around him, sending him into a frenzy. His hands tighten their hold on your thighs, and you yank him by the collar to pull his lips onto yours.

“Fuck, I’m cumming, oh please.” You beg him, between kisses.

“I’ve got you.” He manages to get out, holding you as you let out the most heavenly cry. Your moans send him over, and he pulls out to spill himself all over your cunt.

He smears it on your folds with his hands, and you smack his chest, giving him a push off you while he laughs at your irritability.

“You’re such a dick.” You say, wiping yourself with a paper towel from the dispenser. He kisses your neck with a smirk.

“Come lay with me when you’re done.” He says, walking out of the bathroom.

You roll your eyes, cleaning yourself up before walking out.

You re enter the bunks, searching the room for his bed. He’s in a lower ish one, laying down with hands resting behind his head and his eyes blissfully closed. Your eyes move back and forth between his bed and your empty one, until your feet start moving before your mind can even decide.

He doesn’t even open his eyes when you crawl in beside him. He just wraps his arm around you, kissing your temple as you both drift off to sleep,

both of you blissfully unaware of the horrors of tomorrow’s game…

Part 2?

[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.

[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🥺🩵💜

[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

[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

Send me any Stardew Valley rarepair and I will tell you how I would make them work! (Even non-marriage npcs) If youre lucky you may get a mini fic out of it. Check the list below to see if Ive already answered yours

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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.

…

“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."

[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

[f0point5]

The way certain fans of Taylor and so called fashion people talk about Travis and his style always comes off with a weird undertone to it. Travis dresses like he always has obliviously with more money and designer labels now but it’s how him and his friends all dress.

Many can’t pull it off but he can and some people can’t wrap their heads around Taylor Swift dressing like that or god forbid wearing a designer logo as if she was wearing Zara clothes before.

Unless it’s a suit and tie then isn’t classy or dressy enough for her. I honestly don’t think she has any really style to start with but it’s been better lately. I liked last years outfit because it fit the occasion and she wore it well. I wish she would wear more Jeans from time to time though. She really can rock the thigh high boots no doubt about that

A matching chunky chain with Travis and jewellery would send them spinning

I could…say some things…but I won’t.

I mean…I think we can all acknowledge that there’s sociopolitical commentary that could be extrapolated from the Travis Kelce star discourse. And I don’t mean that in an inflammatory way i really don’t see it as a negative thing necessarily but I feel like there’s…look idk if it’s just in my house but I’ve heard that discourse ya know? 😂

But anyway. As someone who dated someone who had a travis kelce clothing vibe…you gotta just the boy be who he is. Like firstly Travis is a bear of a man he’s not going to be wearing a beige turtleneck and loafers daily ok? It’s not the vibe. Second, you like him for who he is, let him dress a bit funny. You’re not his mum, you fell in love with who he is not who you can make him so the clothes are the clothes 🤷‍♀️ at least he irons his shirts (sorry Oscar). It’s just not the be all and end all and better a man that’s confident in himself than one who needs to be told what to wear like a child. I don’t want a man who needs direction and I’m sure Taylor Swift has enough people to manage without needing a fashion project.

Taylor has always had a really random style I think people are just so used to seeing her trying desperately not to be noticed or outshine anyone. And also, it’s not like she’s some Swiss boarding school grad who’s trying to be an influencer. She does not and has never embodied quiet luxury or quiet anything except when she was in a depressive stage of her life? She owns a plane, bought her mum an island in the bahamas I think, has always sported a tonne of monogram LV, and famously hangs out and cultivates relationships with A List celebrities. What about this girl says that she isn’t exactly the type of person who owns an LV hoodie?

[ansu-gurleht]

had a dream a few nights ago that i still remember pretty clearly funny enough

it was one of those "you keep waking up in bed but you're still dreaming" dreams for a while, technically the whole way through ig. first few times i kept waking up to some of my kid cousins like just sitting/laying/chilling on my bed, which was a lot bigger to accommodate them. i kept asking them why they were in my bed but they didn't know either lol. then one time i woke up expecting them to be there still but instead it was various pets, dogs and cats.

i managed to make it to my bedroom door and opened it, where i was greeted by a woman i didn't recognize. she had really bright red hair but very thick dark eyebrows. she seemed to be kind of rushing me around like i was late for something? my house was sort of like my house but the further i got from my room the more different it got.

we went a certain direction, into a room that doesn't exist in my actual house (putting a pin in that), and i remember saying something like, "wow, my house is pretty big," and the red-haired woman said something like "this isn't your house." then we went back out of that room the way we came and into the room we passed through to get there, and either it had changed or i hadn't paid attention the first time through, bc now it was like, a huge food court with a bunch of people in it. i think at this point it occurred to me it wasn't my house at all, and that i'd fallen asleep in some public place.

i think the red-haired woman was ordering us food or something, and while we were waiting i noticed oscar isaac (i had finished watching moon knight the day before) trying to operate some kind of public computer thing with a touch screen and having a real hard time with it? i went over to him and helped him figure out what he needed to do to get it to work, and he thanked me, and i figured i might as well say SOMETHING about the fact i was talking to a big shot celebrity, and said "btw, i loved your work in moon knight" bc it was on the brain and the only thing he was in i could think of at the moment. and he kind of muttered "whatever it takes for them to notice you" to himself as i walked away, like he didn't like moon knight or wasn't happy with his role in it. which was weird to me, i liked moon knight a lot.

idk if anything else happened after that but at some point i "woke up" again in my bed, except i wasn't in my room. i was on like a couch or something in the corner of this bigger room. on the far side from me was a bunch of seats facing away from me with people in it, and they were listening to somebody on a stage talk to them. idk what they were talking about but it seemed vaguely nefarious to me? then there was this big robot, like twice my height probably. kind of like a two-legged mech thing, with huge chunky retrograde legs. it was just casually walking on a path that was lined up between me and the crowd, such that like...the crowd was "across the hall" from where i was, and the robot was roaming the hall. i didn't think much of the robot at the time, though.

i went to the side of the "hallway" on my left after the robot passed to the right, where there was a door leading out of the big room. i went inside and entered a smaller hallway, like in a house, that opened into a "living room" kind of room. i heard a woman screaming about "who left a flaming pie on the floor," and intuitively i knew she meant like. a literal pie? that was on fire on the floor? i went in there to check it out. idr what she looked like but this was not the red-haired woman, but she gave me a slightly similar vibe. i did not see a flaming pie anywhere, but it was clearly a big issue bc she looked terrified and was like "we have to get out of here," and suddenly i realized i could hear the robot's huge heavy footsteps behind us, and we scrambled to these double doors (but they weren't like...actual double doors. they both opened the same way instead of away from each other) and she was trying to push it open and i realized it was a pull door and was screaming "pull pull pull" at her as the robot's footsteps got closer and closer behind us until it must've been breathing down my neck and then it stopped, and she managed to pull the door open, and i woke up for real

[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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