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dragonbarbie · 1 year ago

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𝐖𝐇𝐘'𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇?

modern!aegon ii targaryen x reader

rating: 18+, minors dni

summary: reader thinks aegon can never be more than a one night stand, and aegon is intent on getting her to give him a chance.

word count: 2.5k

tags: modern!au, smut, drunk!aegon having sex with sober!reader, voyeurism, exhibitionism, tity sucking, pussy eating, p in v sex, unprotected sex

note: i very much write fanon!aegon, not the canon, show!version.

sidenote: is this lowkey inspired by my irl situationship who wont quit calling me every time he gets drunk?? maybe

it was a regular friday night for aegon. his frat was throwing a big party, and he had organised everything down to the last detail. he had a reputation to maintain after all, known affectionately as the king of parties of dragonstone university. he had already drunk his own weight in alcohol, flirted (and then proceeded to get handsy) with a couple of girls but he’d been too distracted to follow through with any of them.

his mind instead wandered back to a couple of weeks ago, at another party, where he’d met y/n. she’d been chatting to cregan stark, wearing a little black dress that hugged her in the best way imaginable. he knew, looking at her enchanting laugh at stark’s dumb joke, he had to have her. putting on his most charming smile, he’d approached her.

she’d been wary of him because of his reputation around campus (who wouldn’t be) but after a few disarming jokes as his fingertips grazed the side of her thighs, he’d managed to convince her to give him a chance.

drunken steps were then taken back to her dorm room, and they’d had what aegon could only call amazing sex.

now hold on, you have to believe him when he says amazing, alright? he’d slept with too many women to count, after a while the nights blended to the point that he couldn’t much differentiate between what having sex with each of them had felt like. so, when one such night stood out for him? it meant it had met a very high bar indeed. after all, he thought, he didn’t go around spending the night at every girl’s place.

he'd thus expected a little warmer treatment come morning and was rudely shocked at her attempting to throw him out. still, wearing his jeans in such a hurry that its button and fly was undone, unlaced shoes, bare-chested as he held his rumpled shirt in his hand, he’d had the audacity to offer her a lazy grin and promise “i’ll call you.”

“please” she’d snorted with an amused look, “everyone knows aegon targaryen is not the type to call.” taking no note of his offended expression, she’d shut the door in his face.

he’d been wondering about those words ever since. sure, she hadn’t been wrong but, hey, he’d meant the lie this time! with tits that great, ass that perfect, why wouldn’t he want a repeat of last night? he’d thought to himself.

determined to prove her wrong, he’d asked around the frat house and found out her number. but as his hand had hovered over the call button, something had stopped him. she’d caught him spot on, he realised. he wasn’t a relationship guy, and she wasn’t expecting the relationship-thing with him. perhaps it was best he left her alone.

he’d done just that, at least while sober. drunk aegon on the other hand, found it much easier to pick up the phone and dial her number.

“who is this?” there was panic and sleep in her voice, having picked up an unknown number at 2 in the morning “sweetheart! you picked up” he’d grinned, words slurring. he could practically hear the eyeroll on the other end. “aegon… to what do i owe the pleasure?” “i was just missing you.” he sighed. “sure.” nothing in her voice indicated that she believed him.

“i’m actually not far from your dorm. how about i come up with a bottle of tequila and we can… catch up?” he suggestively added. “it’s 2:14 am…. on a tuesday.” she pointed out, but her words didn’t seem to mean much to him as he replied, “so?” an exasperated sigh could be heard over the phone, “good night, aegon.” click. he stared down on the iphone in his hand in disbelief, she’d hung up on him.

he decided maybe he’d come out too strong, so the next time he texted first. he’d stared at the text for a couple of minutes, and when he saw that she was online but hadn’t bothered to text him back, he’d walked over to the nearest girl and proceeded to make out with her in the bathroom. until he was interrupted with a buzzing in his pocket, “just a minute” he’d mumbled against her lips, unbothered by her disappointed expression as he fished for the phone in his pocket hurriedly.

he saw that y/n had finally replied to his ‘u up?’ with a ‘depends.’ his brow furrowed at her response in confusion, he typed back ‘on what’.

the notification arrived with a ping. her response read ‘are u drunk?’. something told him instinctively to lie. he typed out a no, but once the message sent, he realised it had autocorrected to ‘yo’. he corrected it to a no and sent again, only to find the same mistake committed again. it was only after a string of typos had been sent, did he blink and realise autocorrect wasn’t to blame at all, his damn fingers just refused to cooperate with his inebriated brain.

ping. after receiving the string of nonsense, she finally replied ‘i got my answer.’ “aegon?” the girl in front of him looked at him impatiently, only to have him grab the handle of the bathroom door, leaving with a quick “gotta go”. he immediately called up y/n as he walked out of the party, but the call went straight to voicemail. all four times.

thus, every night aegon had gotten drunk since, he found himself being distracted by thoughts of y/n, frustrated at her refusing to engage with him.

that night too, once the clock on the wall started to look to him as if it were melting off and his feet seemed to stumble wherever he walked, his brain suddenly thought showing up to her dorm was the best idea ever.

reaching her door, he ran a hand through his hair before knocking. no response. impatient, he loudly whined “y/n! c’mon, open up!” met with more silence. he whipped his phone out, blinking at the bright screen as he concentrated to make sure it was without typos, he sent her a text, ‘m 0utsidee’. he pounded with his fist on the door one more time, before a door opened, but not the one he was standing in front of.

three doors down, y/n stood against her doorframe in her small black shorts, red tank top riding up slightly to reveal skin just above them. “wrong fucking door, idiot.” aegon grinned as he walked towards her. “you’re lucky baela’s out of town for the weekend, otherwise she would have kicked your ass for banging on her door like that.”

ignoring her, he pouted as he leaned his head against her door frame, looking too much like a wounded puppy. y/n felt a tug at her stomach at how undeniably cute he looked. “why don’t you ever pick up my calls?”

“why’d you only ever call me when you’re high?” she asked instead of answering. “what?” he mumbled, confused. “high….why’d you only ever call me when you’re high?” she slowly repeated, as if talking to a two-year-old. “i’m not interested in someone who needs to be drunk to call me. i don’t want to be your booty call.” she shrugged. his lower lip jutted out further at her response, crease appearing between his brow. oh, gods, y/n found herself thinking, how could someone manage to look this pathetic and this cute at the same time.

“you’re not a booty call.” he groaned in protest. after all, there were enough girls at that party willingly throwing themselves at him, he could have been with anyone, and yet… it was her door his drunken steps had taken the path of.

“go home, aegon. it was a one-time thing. it’s not happening again.” she insisted. her words seemed to have no effect on him, as he placed a hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him, close enough for her to feel his breath on her face. he bent down to her ear and whispered, his words slurring, “let me show you all the reasons that this should be more than just a ‘one-time-thing’.”

he pressed his lips to hers, softly at first. she didn’t immediately kiss him back, but the feeling of his lips on hers felt more intoxicating than whatever it was that she could smell off his breath, and she found her lips moving against his within seconds. he bit her lower lip playfully, at her response. she parted her lips to allow him to slide his tongue past them. his hand, meanwhile, slid under the material of her tank and travelled upwards, thumb pressing against her nipple as he squeezed her breast. breaking from the kiss for a second, he smirked at her, “didn’t bother wearing a bra to greet me?”. “i was preparing for bed!” she hissed in response. “excuses” he shook his head at her, teasing.

with his hand he lifted her tank to reveal her bare breasts. “aegon!” she attempted to keep her voice low, lest her neighbours wake up to the scene, “we’re in the middle of the hallway, anyone can walk in!” the idea of someone catching them only made it all the more exciting for aegon, “relax.” he told her with a laidback smile.

before she could protest, his head dipped and he captured her nipple in his mouth. a moan escaped her lips at the feeling, and she stumbled back, her back hitting her doorframe. aegon continued his tongue’s assault on her sensitive nipple, one hand gripping her waist to keep her in place, the other reaching behind her to squeeze her ass. her hand held the nape of his neck, as her head was thrown back in pleasure at his actions. she whined when he abruptly stopped.

he kneeled down and his fingers reached up, pulling her shorts and panties down her legs, causing a shiver to go up her spine. chewing on her lower lip in nervousness she weakly said, “we should go inside” but she couldn’t deny that the thought of getting caught made her even more wet. there was a hint of recklessness and danger in his eyes, “where’s your sense of adventure?”. he threw the clothes inside her ajar door, then lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. she audibly gasped as she felt his tongue upon her already soaking pussy.

“aegon…ah!” her hand gripped his hair as his tongue played tricks on her core, her eyes rolling back till she could see stars. his grip on her thigh remained firm, and she was certain she would be waking up with a bruise. “close… so…close…” she had begun to say after a few minutes, feeling her muscles tense, when he stopped.

he stood up and started to undo his pants, freeing his length. he grabbed her by the waist, letting the tip of his cock tease her folds. she was already moaning for him, “want me to take you right here? make you scream my name, till your neighbours come checking?” she swallowed at the thought, lust overtaking her eyes.

“let’s do one thing.” he smiled as if he’d struck upon the most perfect idea, but the gleam in his eyes told y/n it couldn’t be anything good. he turned her around by her waist, hand coming to her front to rub her clit as he whispered in her ear, “you see that door?”. she knew he could only mean the door to the elevator which was the way to enter her dormitory floor. she managed a nod in response, unable to form words as his fingers pressed down on her so ruthlessly. “keep looking at it.” he commanded as he grabbed her hips back to push his cock inside her. “aegon!” she gasped at the feeling.

he entered her completely in one go, pulling out punishingly slow before pushing back in. he continued speaking as he impaled her, “someone’s gonna walk in any moment now…” he teased, “…and see you in this mess… see you bent over, taking me from behind…like a whore” the thought embarrassed her, yes, but what embarrassed her more was that she found herself almost wanting it to come true.

“even when they walk in, i won’t stop.” he threatned, his thrusts becoming faster. “you’ll be on display for everyone to see… to see how well you take my cock.” he gathered her hair in his fist in one hand, and she felt him pulling it lightly. “yes, oh, yes!” she found herself moaning, eyes intently trained on the door. “you’d like that? of course, you would, little slut.” she only whimpered in response, his words bringing her closer and closer to her edge. “you’d love to have everyone see just how well you receive a ‘booty call’” he chuckled. she could feel herself going weak at the knees at his pace and dirty talk.

“aegon… i—ah!” pleasure spread over every inch of her body, as she came all over his cock. he continued to thrust into her, chasing his own orgasm, until he emptied inside of her with a grunt.

her legs felt wobbly as he pulled out of her, turning her back around to face him. “next time i call—” he panted as he spoke, exerted from their activities, “—pick up.” she smirked, in contrast to his dominating actions mere moments ago, his words now sounded more like a pleading request; one she felt gracious enough to grant him as his juice and her own dripped down her legs. “i will. promise.”

his pearly white teeth showed as he grinned at her response, pleased. “oh, but i’m not nearly done with you for the night, just yet.” he lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. he shut the door behind them as he walked back inside her dorm.

the next morning, she didn’t kick him out like the last time. she let him linger around her bed, aegon placing a trail of kisses down her body as a manner of greeting her good morning. he was needy and showed it by being as tactile with her as could be. yet she felt comfortable with his touches, allowing herself to lie with him for hours, their legs tangled. even as she bid him goodbye from her door, she had to practically tear her lips off his, neither able to get enough of the other.

she felt content as she’d shut her door behind her, leaning against it as she thought back to the night that had passed, when her phone started to ring. she picked it and smiled as she saw the name being displayed, ‘aegon (don’t pick up)’.

“see i am the type who calls. a lot” she laughed at his words through the phone, able to hear him standing right outside the door. “and also the type who does breakfast. what do you say, brunch in an hour?”

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thischarmingmandalorian · 2 months ago

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What a Big Heart I Have

Dad!Joel Miller×Reader

Summary: You help your boyfriend Joel and his daughter get ready to trick or treat. One of my (probably too many) thingies for @jolapeno and @goodwithcheese Coffee House Fall Challenge!

Warnings: None! This is fluff and meant to be cute and fun! But I am sorry to anyone named Sarah Michelle - I don't think it's a silly name, but Toddler!Sarah is feral and I can't control her.

Pairing: Dad!Joel Miller×Reader

Word count: 1.6k

"Sarah Joanne Miller if you don't sit still, I swear to God," you hear Joel's voice coming through gritted teeth from the dining room. Turning the corner from the kitchen, you chuckle at the sight: your boyfriend trying to wrestle his preschooler into her Halloween costume.

"'S'not my middle name, daddy," Sarah replies with a huff, her words muffled through her wolf mask. You watch Joel try to put a gray flannel over Sarah's shoulders, but she's too busy running her fingers through the fur on her face. Joel huffs out a sigh and turns toward you, his eyes pleading for you to tag in.

"Alright, Sarah Renée, how about I finish getting you ready? If you want to get going, we've gotta let your dad get his costume on," you grab the flannel from Joel's hands as he mouths a thank you in your direction, his hands grasping your shoulders gently as he guides you into the chair he'd been sitting in; he gives you a chaste kiss on the forehead as you plop down. "I don't know about you, but I'm really excited to see him all dressed up!" You hear Joel give a good-natured groan as he walks down the hall.

Sarah giggles at the thought of Joel in the costume she insisted he wear, and makes a point to remind you that Renée isn't her middle name, either. She lets you put her flannel on and when you hold her wolf slippers out for her, she wiggles her little feet in snugly.

"You look so pwetty," Sarah tells you, bringing her hands up to squeeze your face gently, "I did good pickin' your costume out?"

"You did so good, Sarah Marie," you assure her, though your words come out a little slurred as Sarah giggles and squishes your cheeks a little harder between her little palms.

"Not Mawie!" Sarah shrieks with laughter, running down the hall and calling for Joel. Ever since you met Sarah, guessing her middle name has been your favorite game; even Joel has started playing along, pretending to guess himself, and never giving the truth away. It's been three years and you've never gotten it right.

You stand and give yourself a final once over in the nearest mirror. Sarah really did do a good job choosing the family costume this year. When she suggested Little Red Riding Hood, you'd assumed she would want to be the hero of the story. But she surprised you and Joel when she declared she was going to be the wolf. She'd bestowed the Little Red costume onto you - a stark white, long sleeved dress topped with a blood read cloak. You twisted your body in the mirror and watched the hem of the dress swish around your knees, grabbing the wicker basket that you planned to use to hold Sarah's candy to complete the look.

As you slip your shoes onto your feet you hear Sarah cackle from the bathroom, turning to see her back out into the hallway clutching her stomach and pointing at her dad. She was laughing so hard that she had to take the wolf mask off to dry her eyes. When she spots you at the end of the hall she calls your name, telling you through fits of laughter that "daddy's a gwandma!"

And a grandma Joel was. Naturally. It was the most obvious choice for his costume, though he fought it tooth and nail. All month long he'd tried to change Sarah's mind to no avail.

"Sarah, wouldn't you like to be Little Red?" he'd asked nightly at dinner, telling her that you'd make a perfect grandma and he'd gladly be the wolf. But every night Sarah doubled down, insisting that her dad "dwess up as the gwandma. It'll be so silly!"

And she was right. It was so silly, seeing Joel in his costume. He'd put on a curly gray wig, his reading glasses, and the ugliest nightgown he could find on the clearance rack of the local department store. The funniest part was his sneakers; they were the most single dad Nikes that you'd ever seen, dyed green from mowing the lawn and creased to hell. His nightgown had a similar length as your dress and fell at Joel's knees, leaving a few inches of his tanned skin exposed between the hem and the tops of his midcalf socks.

You couldn't help but chuckle, even though you'd wanted to be encouraging. "My, what big hair you have, grandma" you joked as you joined Joel and Sarah in the hallway, slipping a reassuring arm around Joel's waist and pulling him close to you. It was almost as if you could hear his eyes roll into the back of his head, until Sarah wiggles her little arms around both of you, squeezing as hard as she could until she had you all in a tight group hug. You feel Joel relax under your touch, reveling in the knowledge that he's made his daughter so happy.

"All right, Sarah Michelle, let's get going," Joel sighs, moving to scoop Sarah into his arms, but she backs away.

"Wolves don't need to get cawwied by their daddies! And Sawah Michelle would be a silly name!" she exclaims as she bolts for the front door, you and Joel hot on her heels.

Two hours and three trips back home to empty your full candy basket later, you and Joel started for home. Sarah had finally knocked out, having nearly fallen asleep on her feet before allowing herself to be hoisted up in Joel's arms, where she now snored softly. She had taken off her wolf mask and you now carried it by the fur on its head, looking as if Little Red had successfully slain her enemy and saved her grandma.

Joel's costume had been the talk of the town. All the old ladies who loved to fawn over Joel while he mowed lawns and built decks in the neighborhood were smitten by his portrayal of a grandma. The fellow dads you passed all seemed to give Joel discrete nods of respect for putting himself out there for his daughter.

Joel reaches his free hand out and links your fingers with his own, swinging your arms gently. "Thanks for comin' out with us, baby. I know you could've been anywhere else tonight havin' fun."

"Joel, nothing would've been more fun than seeing you in this costume," you joke, giving his hand a squeeze. "And plus," you add as Joel hands Sarah off to you to unlock the front door, "if it weren't for me, you'd have had to be Little Red Riding Hood, and honestly, you just wouldn't look as cute as I do in this getup."

Joel chuckles, placing a gentle hand on the small of your back, ushering you and Sarah through the door. "I know that's right, baby. Mind puttin' Sarah to bed while I get this friggin' wig off? Damn thing's been squeezing my skull all night."

You nod, hoisting Sarah up higher on your hip as you carry her down the hall. When you place Sarah down on her bed she sits up groggily, letting you trade her costume for pajamas. Once she's snugly tucked into her blankets, Sarah squeezes your cheeks once again between her little hands, "goodnight, Wittle Wed."

"Goodnight, Sarah Danielle," you guess, but she shakes her head, offering you a quiet "nope" before clutching her teddy bear and rolling over.

Shutting the bedroom door gently, you meet Joel in the bathroom down the hall. He fusses over himself in the mirror, poking a thin red mark on his forehead.

"You weren't kidding, that wig was tight," you chuckle, standing on your toes behind Joel and resting your head on his shoulder. Joel watches your reflection in the mirror as you prod your own fingers into the red divot, then drag your hands through his curls. Joel lets out a low growl, shutting his eyes and letting his head fall back against your shoulder.

"Did'ja finally get it right?" Joel asks, brought out of his reverie by a loud snore behind Sarah's door.

You sigh dramatically, "I guessed like, seven times tonight and none of them were right! Look, I won't tell her you said anything, but I need to know what that child's middle name is. It's driving me crazy!"

Joel turns in your arms, taking your hands and lacing them together behind his neck. His own hands find your hips, squeezing gently. "Baby, she'll kill me if she finds out I told you."

"Joel, she's 4."

"You've met Sarah! She's feral! She dressed up as a grandma-eating wolf tonight! She growled at the baby down the street!"

"I'll give you the full size Snickers I got tonight if you tell me her middle name, Joel," you offer, "and I'll keep playing along, she'll never know."

Joel chuckles, turning you around in his hold and walking you towards your bedroom, nuzzling his nose behind your ear as he shuts the door behind you. "You're gonna be so mad."

"Why? Does she have a crazy middle name? It's Bartholomew, isn't it?"

"God no," Joel laughs, "You've never guessed Sarah's middle name, baby, because she doesn't have one."

#fanfic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #coffee house fall challenge #dividers by kodaswrld

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thedoctorisgroovy · 3 months ago

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Slim Pickin's

» Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

» Word count: 1655

» Warnings/Tags: Spencer has a gf(non canon made up name), mentions of sex (but no detail), alcohol consumption (no one is drunk though), using people to get over someone, reader sleeps with people as a coping mechanism, angst, idiots in love, fluff, happy ending!!!

» A/N: I heard this song and couldn't resist writing something based off of it. Who else is obssessed with her album?? If anyone was gonna make me break my streak of bad dating it was be our boy Spencer.

I realised I was in love with Spencer after the 3rd time hooking up with my friends with benefits that month.

Over a bottle of wine at my best friend Penelope’s house, we’d discussed my boundaries and expectations and after the douchebags I’d been out on simple first dates with, the bar was still unbelievably low and yet was still clearly unattainable.

“I just want someone who’s jacked but kind ya know? Literally just nice and is alive and breathing, not much to ask for.” Close to slurring every syllable that came out of my mouth and essentially on the verge of tears. I wanted to follow it up with something about wanting Spencer - my other best friend and colleague - but I didn’t need to. She knew well enough what I was insinuating after hearing me pine over him for months already.

“Okay get that cute and sexy butt up, we’re going out and finding you someone that you can move on with!”She exclaimed, reaching out to tap my butt as I stood with her.

“I already have someone, I have Jake.” Reminding her of my frequent friends with benefit situation that developed about a month ago.

“Well you can have multiple ‘someones’ until you get over him, so lets go!” And with that she dragged us to the nearest bar to find me someone new to drink up and drown my sorrows in.

After a thoroughly disappointing evening of fancying and talking to exactly no one, I decide to part ways with Penelope and go home, it was 1am on a work night after all and no more drinks or men would distract me from Spencer the way that sleep could. I finally crash into bed and receive the ever so romantic text from Jake.

“You up?”

“Yeah, just got home from the bar. Long night lol”

“Could I come over their?”

I groan dejectedly before screenshotting the message and sending it to Garcia captioned “Why am I sleeping with a man who doesn’t know the difference between their, there and they’re?” I can almost hear the giggle in her reply.

“Ooh get some girl, see you in the morning, don’t be late!” I send her an upside down smiley face emoji before flicking back to Jake’s name in my messages list.

“Sure. See you in 10. Don’t plan to stay over, I have work at 8.” I reply before dashing off to the bathroom to freshen up and look presentable. I debated sending Spencer the screenshot, knowing he’d get a kick out of someone’s appalling grammar but decided not to, not wanting him to 1. know that I’m sleeping with strangers and 2. give me a lecture on the importance of dating people who are “on your level.” He would never judge me, but he does want what’s best for me, even if he doesn’t realise that it’s him. I hear his familiar knock after a few short minutes and go to open the door. When I do, Jake is immediately on me - obviously pleasantries don’t exist when you’re horny - and we fall into the pattern we’ve developed over the time we’ve been sleeping together.

As Jake did his best attempt at having sex with me, my mind wandered to Spencer. His beautiful curls, his grin that reached both ears and lit up his eyes, his laugh, his wonderful brain full of science and facts and trivia. The way he smelt when he allowed me to hug him sometimes. I knew it was wrong to think about him this way, especially in this moment and especially since he has a girlfriend, but I couldn’t help it. This past case hadn’t helped either. We’d been paired together on every aspect which meant a lot of one on one time in the car, the office or coffee breaks. Everything about him drew me to him like an invisible thread and my heart broke thinking that my current situation would never happen with him. Jake finishing brought me back to my reality and I pretended to while he leaned down to kiss me. He wasn’t a bad kisser by any means, I just didn’t care.

The guilt set in after he left, knowing that I was just using him to feel some sort of connection and satisfaction. I’d been playing him like a slot machine, except I was still losing. I’d been complaining about these men, all the time knowing that I’m the problem purely because I can’t have what I want. I know that he’s using me too otherwise we’d probably be officially dating instead of just hooking up, but it doesn’t alleviate the embarrassment of knowing I won’t be able to look my co worker in the eye in a few hours time. I hug my knees to my chest and close my eyes, the feeling that I’ll probably end up alone finally getting through to my thick skull. Just as I started to doze off my phone suddenly buzzed. I grab it, only to see Spencer’s name flashing under the text notification.

“Sorry to disturb you so late, are you awake?”

“Hey Spence, it’s okay. I’m just about to head to sleep but we can talk if you need to. Are you okay?”

“I’m so sorry, I’ll let you sleep. Can we talk at work instead, in private?”

“Of course. See you soon. Goodnight Spencer.

“Goodnight.”

My heart pounded in my chest at the possibilities of what he could want to talk to me about. If it was something personal, surely he’d go to Emily or JJ, they’re his best friends.Some sick, petty part of me hoped he somehow knew about my night-time escapades and was jealous. I ended up convincing myself it was work related just to be able to fall asleep that night.

I barged open the door to Garcia’s magical tech cave without looking up from my phone and immediately started off loading to her.

“Ooh girl, it is slim pickin’s out there I swear.. OOF!“ I look up at what I bump into and am met with Spencer’s tear stained face and red eyes, he looks so hurt that my heart breaks in regards to him for the 2nd time in 12 hours.

“Spencer? What’s wrong, are you okay, are you hurt?”

“He broke up with Allie.”

“Oh my gosh, sweetie I’m so sorry. Is this why you wanted to talk last night?” He nodded slightly, wiping his eyes with the backs of his sleeves.

“Please don’t call me sweetie” He pleaded, laughing almost incredulously, the bitterness on his tongue tainting the usual sweet melody of his laughter.

“Okay..?” His sudden change sent me reeling, I always called him pet names and he’s never once had a problem with it.

“You’re the reason they broke up…” Garcia lilted teasingly.

“Garcia!” Spencer snapped her surname back at her, desperation flooding his features.

“Me? What did I do?” I bit back, I knew that I had been nothing but kind and respectful to Spencer so how the hell could this be my fault? Spencer stood there looking mortified and frantic, his frazzled curls sticking to his forehead slightly. I stared at him before begging,

“Spence? Please talk to me.”

“Okay. What Garcia means is, we broke up because I realised that I have feelings for you. On this case, all the time we spent together, I started to fall for you. But it wasn’t just this week, I realised I liked you since you started working with us. And when I got home you weren’t there but I wanted you to be, but I knew that wasn’t fair to Allie so I called her and she came over and we talked and I broke up with her.” He rambled off animatedly, running his fingers through his hair, something he did when he was stressed or preoccupied. I just stood there frozen, mouth hanging open like I was trying to catch flies or something. I couldn’t believe what I’d heard or thought I’d heard. ”You.. you like me?” I thought I was going to faint.

He crossed the gap between us in one stride and wrapped his hands around my waist. His touch was so careful and gentle that I melted into it without hesitation. I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat for a few seconds before looking up into his beautiful eyes. Everything I wanted and needed was right here in the moment, and I was afraid to let go. He lowered his voice just close enough to a whisper, words meant just for he and I to hear.

“I wanted to talk to you last night but you said you were going to sleep, so I spoke to Garcia instead, and she told me that you’d been hiding this from me all this time. I know it was out of respect but I’m sorry you were hurting. Would you like to go to dinner with me? On a proper date?”

A squeal that left Penelopes’ mouth was quickly silenced by Spencer and I turning to shoot her a death glare. I reached up to stroke his cheek, eyes softening again as I turned my gaze from Peneople to him. Everything in me wanted to scream yes. I wanted to jump onto him, kiss him, wrap myself around him, live in the question for however long I could. But I knew I had to give him an answer, and a real one at that.

“Spencer that’s not fair to you or Allie. You just broke up and I don’t want to be a rebound. I would love to go out with you, okay please know that. But I’ve waited this long, I’m happy to wait a little longer.” He beamed at me, one of his signature ear to ear grins that I’d fallen for long ago.

#me #writing #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x bau!reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #sabrina carpenter #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #Spotify

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kaylaz-world-00 · 1 year ago

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Anon: Maybe a scenario where bullfrogs S/O is drunk and all clingy?

A/N: Omg 😭 Such a fun and cute idea. I am also so sorry that this is so short. I couldn't think anything else to write AHHH

Bullfrog x h!reader

Masterlist

Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa @shiroisotto64

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

You couldn't stop your giggling, you tried to take your house keys out of your pocket. The keys fell from your pocket with a loud jingle. You bent down to pick them up, you couldn't get up and fell to the ground. You couldn't control your laughter anymore. God, you couldn't even stand on your feet, hahaha!

Laughing, you crawled and reached for the door handle, pushing the key in the tiny hole, everytime failing. Of course, you couldn't get it right with your unstable vision. But somehow the door opened and a pair of arms wrapped around you. You smiled and returned the nice gently hug with a happy sigh as the arms wrapped around you tightly.

An anxious voice called out to you, "You are here thank god! Everything okay?! Why did it take you so long to come? Where have you been? Are you okay? I was about to go look for you! J'étais effrayé!"

You chuchkled with the familar voice babbling, you couldn't quite catch what he means excatly but you didn't understand why he was worried, you pressed your finger on his lips sushing him, "Shhh, you are so loud." You breath out goggling. He stepped back confuse with a frown plastered on his face, holding your face in his hands, tilting your head to sides observing your figure.

"Why are you laughing?" He sighed. "Oh god, please, don't tell me they drugged you." He panicked.

"You're really funny." You slurred out and snickered booping his nose. "I drank all night myself!" You reach out once again hugging his figure, rubbing your face on his chest giddily like a little kid.

He paused with that, then sighed, a bit dissapointed, "So, you did. Nous parlerons de tout ça quand ton mal de tête s'améliorera demain." He muttered to himself.

You mumbled, "Why do you talk like that?"

He ignored that, "Come on, let's get you inside. You must be cold." You didn't rejected his offer and he helped you stand up, holding your arms tightly, making sure you didn't fall, and led you into the living room, helping you to sat on the couch without any trouble. Unexpectedly you didn't let him go as you laid down causing him to yelp and slip, falling on you.

He sttutered your name out, "You need to let me go now, I am gonna go get some ice. You--"

"Nooooo!" You whined and hold onto him.

He chuchkled with that, "Come on, ma lumière. Let me go." He gently pleaded with you not using any force.

You shook your head and pressed your head on his chest, "I don't want ice. It's cold. I want you."

He flushed with that, it was silly, you didn't know what you are actually saying, "Fine. No ice." He wrapped his arms around you, "At least can I get in a more comfortable postition?... Non? Okay..." He couldn't help but smile at your flushed cheeks and nose. You looked cute like that. He laid his head on top of yours, gently caressing your head. He wasn't expecting you to actually caught him prisoner in your arms and wrap your legs around him. He wrapped his arms around you in surrender. He grunted when you turn on your side tightening your grip a bit then lossining it.

"If you are gonna fall asleep at least go and sleep on your bed. It's more comfortable--" He sighed with your unaudable whining. He flushed even more with you leave little kisses over his face. He melted in them soon enough, resisting not gonna do it.

He sighed, "D'accord. Alors dormons ici." He mumbled with a soft smile. His wrapped arms around you tightens.

#bullfrog x reader #bullfrog #captain laserhawk #captain lazerhawk spoilers #captain lazerhawk #reader #x reader #allenwrites #captain laserhawk bullfrog #captain lazerhawk bullfrog #bullfrog captain laserhawk

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sonicblueartist · 1 year ago

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Maybe a scenario where bullfrogs S/O is drunk and all clingy?

A/N: Omg 😭 Such a fun and cute idea. I am also so sorry that this is so short. I couldn't think anything else to write AHHH

Bullfrog x h!reader

Masterlist

Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa @shiroisotto64

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

Drunk

"Why are you laughing?" He sighed. "Oh god, please, don't tell me they drugged you." He panicked.

He paused with that, then sighed, a bit dissapointed, "So, you did. Nous parlerons de tout ça quand ton mal de tête s'améliorera demain." He muttered to himself.

You mumbled, "Why do you talk like that?"

He sttutered your name out, "You need to let me go now, I am gonna go get some ice. You--"

"Nooooo!" You whined and hold onto him.

He chuchkled with that, "Come on, ma lumière. Let me go." He gently pleaded with you not using any force.

You shook your head and pressed your head on his chest, "I don't want ice. It's cold. I want you."

He sighed, "D'accord. Alors dormons ici." He mumbled with a soft smile. His wrapped arms around you tightens.

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asclexe · 3 months ago

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haii….intro post…..about me……

click (this is a reminder more for me because i’ll see it easiest this way, feel free to click) / i do not answer donation asks and i cannot donate

haiiii :3 i go bye cameron which is very nicknameable so have fun with that. also call me whatever 🔥🔥

i am a boy-adjacent i think and i ONLY use he/him pronouns!!!!!! please and thank you!

aromantic aplatonic lesbian faggot thing. i think girls r pretty. women are soo awesome 😍

minor!!!!!!!!! im ageless online 4 my safety so B cool im literally 5 years old :3

american :/ + a mixed pot of european ethnically as most american white boy people are (EST)

im Literally a 🪼. btw

currently matching layouts with the awesome @magicmarkerz give it up for the coolest boygirl ever. our backgrounds are like owen and maddy from isttvg. awesome.

interest wise, im pathetically multifandom and im really interested in doctor who (nine and martha and donna and rory and eleven sometimes my beautiful gay wives 😍) but i also enjoy house md, yellowjackets, moral orel, warrior cats (on arc 5 and no intention of reading more), dungeon meshi, six feet under, fnaf, thg, a series of unfortunate events, doogie howser md, i saw the tv glow, good omens (FUCK neil gaiman. 😐), will wood, mouthwashing, and theatrical stuff and anything really and soso many many more.. (i watch a lot of shows and have soo many more to watch. lol)

currently watchinf!! : doctor who (capaldi, s8), the good place (s4), broadchurch (s2), torchwood (s1), and hannibal (s1)

i run @ask-the-ducklings and @ppth-obgyn-dept-head-real for my house md oc and i’m 1/2 of @meanwhile-on-the-road :3

i use #asclexeposting for all original posts + more

trying to figure out my ao3 situation but im on pinterest and discord under assclexe if you wanna hmu (B cool) and roblox as asclexe and my airbuds

so yeah below the cut are just like. boundaries whatever lame. but feel free to follow me, ill likely follow back and we’ll be bestest friends forever ^_^

ughh sum things you should know be4 you follow or follow/unfollow or moot/unmoot me/boundaries

i am a very morbid (i think abt death literally all the time. lol), negative, cynical person and i always have been and i will not absorb those positive vibes. im a hater. im also opinionated like everyone else and im obviously going to have bad takes. B nice. sometimes the fun and joyous whimsy comes out. i can and will be really nice i promise just sometimes im mean

i use a lot of profanity and i say the ONE. one slur i can reclaim.

i will not go to therapy or get help. i’ve been in therapy and it does not help me and i do not like it. i do not want help. i’m fine. please do not tell me “go to therapy u need it” because i do not need it

i say “im going to kill myself” a lot and these are all fruitless, meaningless statements. i am not committing suicide yet, and when i do, you’ll have long forgotten me. hopefully.

pls tell me via ask box! (or dm if i follow you) if i say something offensive or wrong or are overcrossing your boundaries, im sorry, im bound to make mistakes or misjudge a post.

i do not tag my reblogs with the media or characters, only little comments. i also do not spoiler tag my posts. i try to trigger tag things when i can but if you want something trigger tagged specifically pls lmk!!

i do not have a dni, because the block button (which i use pretty often ill be honest) is easier, so instead i’d say go away!!!!! bigots (because you suck) and zionists (because i’m pro-palestine) and pedos/zoos (because you’re #gross) and nsfw/mdni/kink blogs and most people over 21 (unless im comfortable with it) (because i’m a minor) .

#pinned #intro post #asclexeposting #Spotify

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tododeku-or-bust · 2 years ago

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Question for my friends/peers of color!

We all know racism affects us daily since the safety of coming out the womb, so I'm not asking how long racism has affected your life

What I'm asking is when did you first realize that the way someone treated you was because of the color of your skin and/or your identity. That "they are treating me this way because I am ______"

This could be your mom in preschool explaining you that your friends always want and don't share the white baby doll because they think it's prettier than the black one

This could be your white neighborhood kids playing tag and telling you you can't come in their house bc their dad doesn't like Black people (this has happened to me, age 10)

This could be your teachers choosing the white kids with the "easy" names and skipping over you and others because your name is "difficult" and you finally peeped the pattern.

It could be your peers saying your food is "smelly" or "weird" just bc you actually got a home cooked cultural meal for lunch

It could just deadass be a slur, nothing insidious about it

If you are identifiably White, or have never experienced racism (which, i envy you!) You can check the tags for people's answers, and I will update!

#there was once this Angry White Guy mad that his 3yo was playing with a Black 3yo at an old job of mine #THREE YEARS OLD #and some white guy thought he was a threat #breaks my heart

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 1 year ago

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hey, I'm a new reader and I love that you write dark stuff! you asked for unhinged requests.. i hope it's not too unhinged <3 a chillout evening with euronymous hearing music and smoking pot at reader's flat. the house party slowly comes to an end and he's the only guest left. He talks about hating posers and that he admires pelle for cutting himself on stage. he wants to try it too - now. both are super drunk and stoned, he gives reader the knife. after a bit hesitation he gets what he wants and it really turns him on. It leads to nasty sloppy bloody sex with a very submissive and masochistic Euro. Could also fit to Kappa!

My dearest nonnie, thank you for this request! 🫶🏻

Creep

Summary: After a night of party and unprompted celebration, some matters with your boyfriend take a drastic turn in a very different direction…

Pairing: Euronymous x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Content Warnings: Trve Kvlt Smvt 18+!, Unprotected P In V, Implied Substance Use (Pot And Alcohol), Kink Acceptance, Consensual Cutting, Blood Kink, Submissive!Euro, Dom!Reader, Reader and Øystein Are Painfully Lost For A Hot Minute, Pet Names/Honorifics, Implied Aftercare, Varg Vikernes Slander 💅🏻

A/N: I believe that by now we all know that I'm writing about Rory portraying Euronymous and not the edgelord with a patchy mustache 💀

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @b4sementgrl @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @r0ttenmess @doddernix @svgarcaine

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doin' here?

I don't belong here

- Creep By Radiohead

Accompanied by a long, dragged out yawn, you let your back fall against the cozy mattress of your messy bed. You stretched your tired body and felt like sinking into the fabric of your soft duvet, uncounted amounts of Tequila shots and a bloodstream saturated with THC doubled down on you after hosting a rather impromptu party with Euronymous and his friends from the Black Circle at your place.

"Øystein!", You called out to your boyfriend who waddled towards the bed while simultaneously stripping out of his clothes up to his shorts, "C'm here…I wanna cuddle you!"

Your voice slurred a bit but you didn't care. As long as your head wouldn't start spinning just now, you'd manage.

"On my way!" Euronymous stated, stumbling towards the bed and flopping himself right next to you face first before he turned on his back with an exhausted groan.

"Next time you better warn me before you just bring your greasy boy horde here, Øystein!" You teased whilst closely snuggling up to him, cradling his lean statue in your arms.

"I did!", He mumbled with a wide, zooted-out grin on his face, "I texted you 20 minutes before!"

"You know what I mean." Your elbow playfully nudged his side before he scooted closer into your embrace, sighing contentedly.

"Yeah, yeah…sorry, won't happen again. But it was nice, no?" His temple leaned into the crook of your neck and you felt his warm breath, heavy with hints of weed and alcohol on your collarbone.

"Yeah, unexpectedly nice but I've been wondering why Varg's never around to party." Your furrowed your brows just a little at the thought.

"You mean Christian?", Øystein snarled in an unmistakably derogatory tone, "Fucking poser if you ask me. He's too busy being a boring prick with his no alcohol, no party and no meat policy."

"Kinda no pussy policy, too, huh?" With your comment you elicited a loud and hearty laugh from your boyfriend's mouth.

"Oh, absolutely! Dude ripped off his cringe Scorpions patch and thinks he's the big deal now…stupid poser…" Euronymous mumbled into the skin of your neck before he looked up at you, his bloodshot eyes searching yours.

"Mmm…babe? Can I ask you something?" His lips pursed a little, sparking your curiosity.

"Sure, what's up?" You met his drowsy gaze with a warm smile.

"Uhm, I don't want to sound like a complete nut job, but..", He huffed reluctantly, biting down on the insides of his cheek, "But I think it's pretty cool what Pelle did at our last gig, you know, the…well, y'know?"

"The….cutting? You mean that?" Your brows arched a bit further in a low wave of concern.

Of course you've supported your boyfriend at their last gig, just like every gig before that but what happened on stage that time had been something a little very outlandish, even to you.

"Yeah, uhm…", Øystein stuttered somewhat insecure, nearly tripping over his own words, "I…okay, so…I think that was really…like really damn true."

"Okay…" You reciprocated slowly, the creeping feeling that this was not being all to it dawning on you, "....and?"

"And…ugh…" Euronymous shimmied himself out of your hug a little to properly look at you, "Hear me out, okay? I-...I know it sounds fucking deranged but…maybe…I'd like to know how that feels?"

His voice rendered lower with every word until the last bit of the sentence was nearly inaudible.

"Oh…", It fell from your lips a little clueless, "I mean…I couldn't stop you from doing it, but.."

"That's not…", Øystein interrupted you, his pale cheeks flushing with a tint of red, "It's not…I…fuck….I'd like you to do it. Thought about it since the last show. There, it's out now."

He made a move to turn his head away from you in shame but before he could, you cupped his jaw with the palm of your hand and guided him back to look at you. So many alcohol and weed spiked thoughts ran through your thoroughly intoxicated mind that you hardly knew what to say about it and of all things possible it was an upright "Are you sure about that?" that rolled over your tongue.

"Yeah." He muttered, eyes widening in uncertain anticipation.

"Okay, uhm…so…don't you think that…that we should maybe do this sober, babe?" You suggested, watching how his cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red.

"No, yes, ugh…I…can we maybe just try it? Now?" You took notice of the almost needy desperation in his voice and you'd be lying if you said it wasn’t doing something to you.

"Now?" You inquired a bit taken aback.

"Yeah.", Øystein nodded, scooting further away from you until he raised his torso off the bed, reaching for his pants, "Here…with that."

His slightly trembling fingers fumbled around the waistband of his trousers, fishing for a hunting knife that he started to carry with himself in a sheath on his belt a while ago. As soon as he had pulled the sharp metal blade from its casing, he held it up to you and your eyes widened at the dedication in his proposal.

"The sharper the better… Pelle told me.", Euronymous stated with a tremble in his tone, "Takes less effort….y'know."

"Uh, wow, uhm…you really want that, huh?" , You took the handle from his grip and studied the shape of the blade cautiously, "With all due respect, babe, this looks really sharp…"

"Fair enough…" With your eyes trained to the blade you sat yourself back upright against the headboard of your bed.

"Okay…so…so how do we start this now, huh?" You mumbled more to yourself than to your gradually more excited boyfriend.

"Like…where would you want me to cut you?" It rambled out of you.

With an equally puzzled face, Euronymous took a seat in front of you, crossing his arms over his chest while looking at the knife in your hand.

"Not my arms, that's for sure…thighs, maybe?" He suggested with a shrug of his shoulders.

"But, like, the top, yeah? I'm not gonna cut you on the insides." A slight shudder went through you just at the thought of possibly cutting too deep on the inside of his thighs.

"Yeah, yeah…of course, that's good." He replied with a shaky voice.

"Okay, so, am I just gonna…", You inhaled sharply to steady yourself, "Am I just gonna do this now or what?"

"I'm ready, I trust you, babe." Øystein wiggled a little in his sitting position, "Do you want me to help you get started?"

"Yeah, I think that wouldn't be too bad…" At that he reached for your hand that was holding the knife, cupping it and slowly bringing it towards his thigh, pointing the sharp tip right against the delicate, pale skin of his leg.

"Are you really sure about this?" You asked once more, just to be sure.

"Yes. I want that, been thinking about it for so long now…" Euronymous answered in heavy breaths, feeling the tip of the blade on his skin.

"Okay…so…" You slowly lowered the end of the blade onto his skin, applying a very careful amount of pressure.

The device was indeed so sharp that it broke through the first layers of his skin like a bread knife through room-temperature butter.

"That's is…" Øystein encouraged you and with that you slid the blade over his thigh, a bright red stream of blood pooling at the incision right away.

"Fuck.." Your boyfriend exhaled while he threw his head back.

"Fuck, what? Is it bad? Do you want me to stop?!" You were ready to pull the blade back at any second.

"No, more…please…, Ma'am." Euronymous pushed between trembling lips and his intonation shot right through you, sending a jolt of arousal right to your cunt.

With the knife in your hand and your gaze transfixed on the first cut, deeply red droplets gathering all over it, you placed the blade a little lower, repeating the same motion, ripping his skin and drawing even more blood.

"Shit…fuck….feels so good, Ma'am." He huffed, sounding…grateful.

"Good god, such a good boy for me, huh?" You jumped right into his headspace, shamelessly indulging in it.

"Always!" Øystein groaned out as you left another shallow yet efficient cut on his thigh.

With a subconsciously forming grin around your lips, you noticed how your boyfriend's cock started twitching in his briefs.

"Aww, is that making you hard, Øystein?" You pushed only to be hit by: "Just one more, please, one more and I'll fuck you so good, Ma'am, I promise!"

With eyes wide and an already throbbing cunt, you cut over his thigh once more, eagerly awaiting his reaction.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" He pressed a guttural groan through trembling lips before unceremoniously slapping the knife out of your hand and practically pouncing on you.

Before your intoxicated brain could truly fathom what was happening, Euronymous shoved his shorts down to his knees for his hard on to slap against his lower abdomen in a wet thud as he pushed his crotch between your legs.

"Shit, you really needed that, didn't you?" It cascaded out of your mouth as you felt him drilling into you.

"Yes, fuck…yes, Ma'am, thank you!" He whined against the shell of your ear as he started fucking into you at a reckless pace.

With every needy thrust of his hips against your lap, you felt the blood, still oozing out of the cuts, sticking against your thighs. Lewd, wet and squelching sounds from his cock pushing in and out of your cunt mixed in with the slapping of skin against skin and you could hardly hold on to yourself because Øystein never ever went that feral on you just like that.

"Such a good, needy boy for me, filling me up so fucking good!" You praised as your eyes fluttered shut, your entire body buzzing with physical sensations.

Every roll of his hips against you had you tethering on the edge of orgasming already. In your thoroughly intoxicated state, you could hardly tell whether or not your pussy was contracting all around him by then or not. Every sensation was fading into the next one, making you feel like cumming on his cock for as long as Øystein kept fucking into you.

"Oh, God, fuck….shit…" It spilled out of his mouth as he hammered himself into you one last time.

"Ma'am, fuck…." Euronymous groaned into your ear right before you recognised his cock twitching and pulsing inside of you, pumping his load deep into your pussy.

"You good?" It left your mouth in heavy breaths.

"Uh-huh…" He muttered before collapsing right onto you, his face hidden deep into your neck.

"Shit…that was something…", You tried to catch your breath while wrapping your arms around his sweat coated back, "You did so good for me, love."

"Really?" Øystein hummed into your skin.

"Of course you did. We gonna take good care of those cuts tomorrow, yeah?"

#tam rambles #asks are appreciated #asks are always open #rory culkin #euronymous x fem!reader #euronymous x reader #euronymous #euronymous × you #euronymous smut #rory culkin lords of chaos #lords of chaos

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tea-the-not-understanding · 1 year ago

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Greetings to the person who found my blog.

Welcome, let me introduce myself first before explaining the rules. My name is Tea, it the name that many people referred to call me and pretty simple name to remember. I am basically 18+ and bisexual, He/Him/They/Them.

This blog is all about me having fun with art, drawing and posting to share with you all. It also one of my passions to entertain others but I have some common rules that you must follows.

I accepts

Art trades ( I do love to do trades but please do not go overboard with it. )

Collabs ( I like to share some ideas and do art collabs, etc etc.. )

Roleplay ( Roleplay is what I love to do but it have to be at least appropriate. no 18+ or NSFW because there's minors, but angst is allowed. )

Suggestions ( You can suggest or give me idea what to draw. But for now, Cookie run fandoms, it can be others but I'll reconsidered about it. )

You can send asks to asks about the characters that I am open in this blog. Please keep it appropriate.

What I do NOT accept

Please for the love of god do not send me feet pics. ( I am too done and exhaust from it already )

Asks or Request me to draw NSFW. (There's minor in this blog, I know it. And if you want, it do not come in for free. )

Request to draw your oc/characters. ( I only do it for friends and mutual. If you really want, then considering commission me for it. )( And also, asking me to be your friend first and tell me to draw your oc will get you banned instanly. )

And finally, common sense thing that you must know. No Proshipper, Incest, Homophobic, Racial, Slurs, other bad shit, etc...

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Now that you have read the rules. I can introduce you to the character that I am open to answers to.

Most of you might be here to ask about Electric eel cookie but there's more then just Electric eel too. Such as Angst au with Longan and Millie, Capsaicin and Prune juice and my oc's/Characters

update/edit. I'll add characters where you can asks or know what characters I own so you can asks/roleplay with

Clockwork cookie : little shit who control time

Timeless cookie : little shit who control time 2

Vanilla Extract cookie : Someone please put him to sleep for once.

Melted fruitcake cookie : He eat too much sometimes.

Forest fire cookie : your pride is too important apparently.

Ancient death thorn cookie : What the fuck are you?

Chai tea cookie : Stop adopting chickens goddammit.

Skullcap Sapphire Butter cookie : LITTLE SHIT NUMBER 1

Cinnamon dust cookie : a bean that need someone to burn some houses for him sometime.

Flaming dust cookie : LITTLE SHIT NUMBER 2

Vortex tea cookie : Someone put him to sleep too.

Ribbon eel cookie : Wake up, you sleep too much.

Rangoon cookie : Stop asking her for nudes you sick fucks.

Guarana cookie : Kinda a little shit?

Mythical salt cookie : Go to horny jail.

Space dust cookie : Your the moon son? how? The moon is still a virgin-

Luna/Moon cookie : introvert to the core.

Little Moon : Eh? What do you want?

SONA

Shooting star : Idiot number 1

Buh : buh

Toxic : the only tea cup for a head character btw

Icing cookie : BIGGEST LITTLE SHIT

Melatonin cookie : don't make him cry...

Shimp / shimp cookie : every body favorite boi!

Here are some option link that You can open to see on the character to asks.

And to those who want to read the side story of the Angst au capsaicin and prune juice. Here's the link as well or you can just click the angst au tag in my blog and you'll find them too.

Anyways, hope you have fun and enjoy your time in my blog. ^^

#my art #arts #my arts #fav

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upat4amwiththemoon · 2 years ago

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Kitson

Summary: What happens on the planet Kitson is contagious and burns.

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x female!reader

Warnings: being high

Word count: 2211

a/n: this is just Agents of Shield 06x03, because it’s one of my fave episodes

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

Y/N walks to the counter with Daisy and Jemma. Her head has started to feel fuzzy and her thoughts are going all over the place, but she tries to shake it off and ignore it. She stops when Daisy and Jemma do, almost bumping into them.

“Once we get inside, we’ll separate and search, and if he’s not here…”

“He better be dead.” Jemma comments, completely serious.

“What?” Daisy whispers.

“Better dead than in the brothels.”

Y/N nods at the sound logic. She turns to Daisy. “I agree.” She mumbles. “You better die before going to the brothel.”

Daisy scrunches her brows. “I’m not going to the brothel.”

“Right on.” She pokes her shoulder. Y/N chuckles quietly, making the other two laugh quietly as well.

They walk over to the counter. “Welcome to the House of Games.” A person in front of them greets. Y/N leans her head to the side, staring at the person, they don’t look entirely human. “Please check your weapons and moral high ground.” Her eyes widen the more the greeter talks. The speech is starting to get slow and distorted. “Robots, droids, mechs, cyborgs, and synths are strictly prohibited. Violators will be removed and executed.”

“Wow.” Y/N whispers, nodding along, though she feels like she doesn’t understand half of what is being said. They walk to the counter where Jemma gives her weapons away to the guard. Daisy and Y/N don’t carry weapons on them, as they have their powers.

“Are you two feeling okay?” Daisy asks quietly.

“Are you?” Jemma asks back.

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you second.”

“I didn’t ask.” Y/N mumbles, wanting to be part of the conversation.

Daisy raises her brows. “On three. One, two, three…”

“I’m tripping balls. I’m tripping balls.” “I’m not okay at all.” Daisy and Jemma say at the same time.

Y/N starts giggling, trying to muffle it with the back of her hand. “So am I.” She prolongs the last word. “I’m sooo high right now.”

“Oh, we seem to be experiencing some kind of adverse reaction to something.” Jemma sniffs the air, which makes Y/N snort, as she somehow finds everything funny. “Perhaps the atmosphere.”

“Maybe sending Davis back to the Zephyr was a bad idea.”

“No. I’m sure this is just temporary.” Jemma assures. “Our bodies will adjust.”

“I’m not sure I want to, this feels funny.” Y/N leans her head on Daisy’s shoulder, dropping it when Daisy starts to move.

With a grumble, Y/N goes to stand in front of the hallway inside.

“Welcome.”

They start walking through the hallway, going through a scanner. Y/N gasps as all the rainbow lights start dancing around her. She lifts her hand up, trying to touch them.

“So pretty.” Jemma smiles beside her.

Y/N lets out an airy laugh. The trio walk through the hallway with their heads leaning back to look at the lights and bumping unto each other as their coordination isn’t the best.

When the group gets to the stairs, they haven’t gotten any better. All three of them are slowly ascending the stairs while crouching and holding onto the railings so they wouldn’t fall. Y/N is behind the two, practically sliding down the stairs.

“I’m just gonna say it. I don’t think it’s the atmosphere.” Daisy mumbles, her words slurring slightly.

“No. That was silly.”

“Yeah.”

“Silly scientist.” Y/N mumbles with a giggle.

Jemma’s eyes are half closed as she comes up with a more possible explanation. “It’s clearly p-psychopharmacological epxpisli-docious.”

“Docious!” They all yell and laugh. “Oh, I think it was the things, the little puffies we ate.” Daisy realizes.

“Bad little puffies.”

“You ate two of them!” Daisy laughs, turning to look at her girlfriend.

Y/N giggles. “They were so so good!” Her head nods down, but lifts it quickly. “But Davis, he ate like six of ‘em.”

They all laugh, stopping momentarily to lean against each other. “Oh, I hope he’s okay.” Daisy mumbles.

They continue ascending the stairs. Y/N slips, but gets her footing back quickly. Daisy puts one of her hands behind her back so Y/N can hold it.

They make their way to the bar, very slowly, and finally they reach it. Pulling themselves up to the chairs, they all smile, looking at each other. The bartender puts drinks in front of them.

“We made it.” Daisy smiles, leaning the side of her head against the table.

“Yes, we did.” Jemma lifts up her head. They high five each other, almost falling off of their chairs in the process. “Why are we here?”

Y/N shrugs, drinking her cocktail.

“Because we’re on a mission.” Daisy answers with a grin.

“Right.” Jemma nods. “What is the mission?”

“The mission is…” Daisy and Y/N glance at each other with smirks. “Ladies’ night!” They yell at the same time.

“Yeah! Ay-ay-ay-ay!” They all celebrate.

“Woo!” Y/N lifts up her hands, waving them around in the air. “Party, party, party.” She chants, downing the rest of her drink like a shot. “Can I have another one?”

“Do you remember when we first met?” Daisy looks at Jemma.

Jemma’s head is propped up against her palm. “Yeah. You lived in a van.” Daisy hums. “And it really smelled.”

Y/N starts laughing. “Oh, I really wanted to see the van. And smell.” She smirks at Daisy.

“It didn’t smell.” Daisy pushes Y/N’s arm.

“Yeah.” Jemma nods, laughing at Daisy’s shocked and annoyed face. “We called it the Fartmobile.” Once again, they all laugh. “You had..you had big hair.” She comments.

“You had big…nerd face.” Daisy tries to bite back, though it doesn’t really land. Still she continues, raising her brows. “Do you- what house are you in, hmm? Gryffindor?”

“Uh, Ravenclaw. Girl, please.” Jemma scoffs.

“Show us some spells!” Y/N shouts.

Jemma grabs the straw from her drink, making Daisy gasp and Y/N look at her intently. “Expecto Patronum!” She waves the waves the straw around. Gasping, she stares at the end of it. “Hello, little monkey Fitz.”

Daisy turns to Y/N when Jemma starts talking to her hallucination. “You’re really pretty.” She mumbles with a smile. “I’m so glad you’re mine.”

Y/N rolls her eyes with a shake of her head. “Stop it.”

With a laugh, Daisy turns back to Jemma when Y/N starts talking to the bartender so she could get a third drink. “This might sound so weird, but I feel such a strong connection to you, like we’re both different parts of the same cosmic being.” Her words come out slowly as she goes to put her hand on Jemma’s head. “Do you feel it?” Turning to face her, instead of seeing Jemma, there’s an unknown man there.

“I can feel it.” He smirks. “Your ship or mine?”

“I- I have a girlfriend.” Grabbing Y/N’s arm, Daisy pulls her away from the bar. Y/N whines, staring at her non finished drink standing on the bar top, all alone. “Where’s Jemma?”

“Huh?” Y/N’s side bumps into Daisy’s.

Daisy stays quiet, scanning over the bar. She has a very focused look on her face as she tries to maneuver through the people while still holding onto Y/N.

The stop in front of a game table. “Don’t worry everybody. We got this.” She slurs out. The players glance at her, not really caring. Crouching, Daisy and Y/N get under the table, finding Jemma laying there. “Oh.” She feels the soft carpet.

“Hey, I think my parents are mice.” Jemma says out of nowhere.

Daisy nods. “That makes sense.”

They go to sit up. Y/N groans when her head hits the underside of the table. “I’m sorry for dragging you all across the universe.” Jemma apologizes.

“Oh, no, don’t be. It’s good. It’s only made us closer.”

“I just miss Fitz so much.”

“Aw, yeah, I’m sorry.”

Y/N pats Jemma’s leg, though it feels more like slapping. “We’ll find Fitz.” Jemma nods, patting Y/N’s arm in return.

Getting sad, Daisy pulls Y/N closer, so she’s almost laying on her. She wraps her arms around her neck, squeezing her, making Y/N cough. “I’m so glad you’re my Fitz, well, not Fitz, but you know.”

“You’re choking me.” Y/N mumbles, but fully leans into Daisy’s touch.

Daisy giggles. “It’s not the first time.”

Jemma awes at them. “I just love that you two found each other. Daisy, you are so strong no and so confident. And much happier.” She puts her hands on Daisy’s cheeks. “I’m so proud of you.” She cries.

“Really?” Daisy sets one of her hands on Jemma’s cheek, the other still wrapped around Y/N’s neck. “It means so much coming from you.”

“I just love you so much. You’re my best friend.”

“I love you too.” Daisy starts crying as well.

Caressing Daisy’s skin, Jemma’s voice breaks. “Your skin is so soft.”

“I know.”

Then Jemma turns to Y/N, holding and squeezing her cheeks. “And I’m so glad I met you. You’re my best friend too.” Tears are streaming down all of their cheeks. “I’m so glad you decided to join Shield, even though it was really sad what happened to the After Life.”

Y/N nods, her lower lip jutting out from the pressure of Jemma’s hands pressing on her cheeks.

Suddenly a high pitched noise rings in their ears. “Shh.” Daisy presses her fingers to Y/N and Jemma’s lips.

“What is it?” Jemma whispers, the crying all forgotten.

Daisy shushes her. The high pitched tone comes again. “Do you hear that?” The sound comes and goes, sometimes they hear one whistle, sometimes two.

“I mean, it sounds almost like a dolphin.”

Y/N gasps. “Are there dolphins in here?” Suddenly the noise becomes louder and constant. Groaning, Y/N presses her hands against her ears to muffle it.

“I’m never eating alien food again.” Daisy grumbles.

“No, but is it possible to share auditory hallucinations? I think this is something different.”

“Well-“ Daisy scoffs, sticking her head from under the table, jostling Y/N in the process, before coming back in. “And why does nobody else seem bothered by it?”

“Maybe it’s only perceptible to humans.”

“Like a secret signal.”

That makes them all more alert, except Y/N, who keeps tapping her palms on her ears to make the sound distorted. “Fitz.” Jemma and Daisy hurry to stand up, forgetting they’re under the table and hitting their heads on it. “Ow.”

Y/N giggles. “Idiots.” She goes to sit up, but hits her head on the table, for the second time. “Oh.” She rubs her head.

When the noice stops completely, they crawl from under the table hastily. “Excuse me.” Jemma grunts as Daisy uses the table to hoist herself up. Y/N takes hold of Daisy to pull herself into a standing position.

They turn to the entrance. Chronicoms with big guns are walking in. “Oh, man.” Daisy turns Y/N and Jemma so their backs are against the entrance. “Do those guys look like the guy that we have tied up on the Zephyr?”

“I see them too, which means they’re very real and they’re here for Fitz.”

“They’ll have to get by me first.” Daisy extends her hand and uses her powers, but it hits a panel instead of the enemy. “That was way off.”

One if the Chronicoms shoot towards them. “Hey! I got him.” Jemma takes hold of Daisy’s arm and points it towards the shooter. “Fire!” It gets knocked down by Daisy’s powers.

“Okay.” Daisy breaths heavily. “You go. We got it from here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. If I can’t quake it, I’ll break it. And Y/N can literally conjure up anything.”

“Okay.” Jemma runs away.

Daisy and Y/N stand on in front of the Chronicoms. “Sorry, boys. It’s ladies’ night.” Daisy starts fighting them, kicking and punching quite well considering her state.

Y/N holds out her hand, looking at her palm with a glare. A bag of chips appears on it out of nowhere. “Ooh! I wanted these.” She smiles, swaying on her place.

“Y/N!”

“Oh, right.” Throwing away the bag, Y/N thinks of a knife. “Yes.” She grins and starts throwing them towards the Chronicoms as fast as they continue appearing into her hands. Most of them stick into their heads or somewhere in their body, but some of them land way off.

Y/N and Daisy continue fighting them, at times stumbling on their place, but still holding their grounds. Grunting, Y/N kicks one Chronicom to the ground while stabbing another in the neck.

When she notices Daisy getting overcrowded by the Chronicoms, she conjures platforms under her feet to get over the obstacles to get to her. She jumps down on top of one of the Chronicom’s shoulders, doing a maneuver to get it to the ground.

She rolls away from him, giving Daisy space to quake its head off. “Please let that be the last of them.” She leans to a table, taking a breather.

Y/N still lays on the ground, giggling. “That was fun.”

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Interview with Eddie Munson about Recent Resurgence of Corroded Coffin and Appearance in A Collection of Queer Photography

Title speaks for itself. Interview with Eddie after the book is released, which caused a new interest in Corroded Coffin.

On AO3.

Ship: Steddie

Warnings: mentions of the AIDS crisis, mentions of homophobia, mentions of police violence, mentions of stopping with smoking, self identifying use of d-slur and f-slur

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Today I go over to the house of Corroded Coffin front man Eddie Munson to talk to him about the renewed popularity of the band after Jonathan Byers published his work from 1986-1994. The book of photography is about growing up queer and the found family that Eddie also was a part of, giving insight into the private life of the group.

When I get to the address, I am greeted with the sight of a big house resting on a plot of land with a driveway that splits into two. Around the house is not a neat lawn like many other houses in the neighborhood have, instead it is full of wild flowers and grasses, a few trees and what looks to be a vegetable garden in the back. I have to check I have the right front door, before ringing the bell.

Soon Eddie Munson himself is opening the door and greeting me warmly and leading me to the living room I recognize from the end of the book.

Dressed in black sweatpants and a fraying Dio shirt, hair in a bun, he looks comfortable and a bit like a king in his castle as he sits down on one of the couches, gesturing me to take the other one. Though, not before giving me something to drink.

It’s afternoon, since he wanted the kids that he and his husband, Steve, are fostering to be out of the house, so they wouldn’t come under scrutiny. The two women he shares the house with, Robin and Rose, are of to work. It’s peaceful, but not quiet, metal music playing softly in the background.

I jump right in, asking him if he saw the recent success of the band coming. He laughs and shakes his head:

“No, man, not at all. We were all just hyped for Jon’s and Nance’s project to be taking off, you know. We knew some Corroded stuff was in there and that a few fans were excited about it, but we’re an old band, past our prime. And then that tweet about me on the phone to Stevie went viral and suddenly our numbers were going up and we were getting tagged in stuff. Some people made art, it’s really cool to see.”

He looks genuinely excited as he talks, loose grin on his face. I ask whether the fan interactions are different now than in the 90s.

“Totally, but not bad different. It’s a lot more connected today with social media and everything, which is really cool, since you get to know what people are thinking outside from a quick meet and greet or random encounter. Don’t get me wrong, I loved meeting fans back then, but this has its charm and we all get to hear from old fans now who didn’t have the money or ability to come see us back then. That’s definitely a bonus.”

Curious I ask: Have you noticed a difference between new fans and older fans?

“There is always generational differences. Trust me, I’m very glad that people have changed so much in how they think, but sometimes you’ll hear a kid say something and you’ve gotta turn your head in surprise, because it was unthinkable back then. But there are a lot of good kids out there. Mostly the difference is knowing lore. It’s hard to get to know things about a band that was big back then when you weren’t a part of it, but a lot of older fans are talking about it. It’s great to see that we built such a nice community out here.”

I tell him that a lot of people are wondering if the band is planning on releasing anything new now that they’re back in the spotlight, but Eddie shakes his head to that.

“No, no, sorry. I know people want us to, but we’re done. I still write music, even produce here and there. Jeff has his own record label and the other two are enjoying retirement. We get together to play for fun, but none of us want to do the tours and the press and the whole circus again. That shit is fun when you’re twenty something. We’re old now and I already missed enough time with my baby, I don’t have time for it, I don’t want to be away from home. Plus, we always got kids coming in and out, I’m gonna be there for them, because they need me more. It’s really sweet that people are enjoying our work, but done is done.”

He doesn’t want to comment on the kids, beyond that they’re great, since they haven’t ask to be anywhere close to public scrutiny by being in foster care. He says it sucks enough on its own and that he knows, he’s been in it.

So, I let the topic be and instead ask about Steve, who he mentioned. At the name, he lights up in a way that reminds me of romance novels.

“Steve is the best, he truly is. When we were big in the 90s, we had to hide, so I never could dedicate songs to him, tell the world how much I love him and say what songs are about him. It’s nice that I get to do that now and that people are noticing him with the book that came out. The most important person in my life.

Like, people underestimate how fundamental Steve has been in the success of Corroded Coffin. It wasn’t easy to do senior year for the fourth time, I nearly dropped out a thousand times, but Stevie kept me in school, which meant I got to have an okay job when we moved to Boston, so we could even live there as Robs studied, you know. And he kept working as Corroded Coffin tried to make it, he literally made sure I could follow my dreams and I have never been more thankful to him for that.

He was also our biggest fan all throughout. At the start he’d help us make merch and sell it when we played bars, but as we got bigger he couldn't come to our shows often anymore. He’s had a lot of knocks to the head, so too many loud noises are a no. I nearly gave the whole thing up a few times when we were on tour for months and I couldn't see him, but he always knew what to say to make me feel better and keep going.

Stevie has been my rock. He has done so much for him and I will spend the rest of my life trying to make him as happy as possible, because I can’t imagine doing anything else.”

The passionate rant is filled with love and it’s a little painful to cut him off, but we have limited time, so I move on to the book that launched him and the rest of the band back into the public eye. It is a view into his private life as well and I ask if that has caused any issues.

“I mean, you’re always going to have a few people who try to make it weird or think they know you now and have a say over you, but that is with everything, not just this book. Overall, it has been mostly positive, you know. I got to talk about things without having to make it a weird public announcement thing. It’s not like I want to give a press conference about the pride of back then and Nance does a way better job of talking about it and I feel like Jon’s photographs say a lot more than me talking about it.”

The photographs are very powerful at points, I have to agree, but I am still curious about what he thinks of the book and his life on display in a way it hasn’t been before. So, I ask if he has a favorite part. He laughs at that, a little sheepishly and jokes:

“That’s like forcing a parent to chose a kid, I think. They’ve done a great job in showing us in everything we did.”

Then he gets a little more serious as he says:

“I do appreciate them putting in my uncle Wayne. Nancy asked everyone what parts we wanted in the book and what parts we didn’t, I told her I’d love it if Wayne got a shout out and she did more than that. She worked with me to make those two pages, to make sure he was there properly.

Uncle Wayne did as much for me as Stevie did, you know. He was my rock and I wanted him to be remembered right. He never was a man of many words or anything, but he was always there. He took care of me and Steve when we got kicked out and he worked hard to put me through school and he made sure I felt normal. That it was okay to be a gay kid in Indiana and that I wasn’t going to die before reaching twenty-five. It might seem insane to think now, but that was just the way it was back then. If you were queer, you weren’t getting old. But Wayne did.”

He wipes away moisture in his eyes and I pretend not to see it. A grin is back on his face in no time and he lightens the mood by saying:

“Though I think I’m required to say my wedding is my favorite part. I love the real wedding we did in 2015, but that first fake one was special. It wasn’t big or anything, but everyone we cared about was there and it made us feel connected, like it was truly permanent. Like we could have that in a time where it seemed the world would rather see us gone. It felt like a powerful fuck you and I’ve always loved that.”

I smile at that, a powerful fuck you seems to be very fitting for the man in front of me. Even in casual clothes, he looks like he could fight you and win, yet also comfort you when you need it.

This has given me the opportunity to ask about one of the wedding photos that has intrigued me ever since reading the book. It is called “I Knew They Would Get Along” and is of the couple with Dustin, one of their friends, now professor at Stanford.

“Oh yeah, that’s a funny story,” Eddie tells me with delight. “Me and Stevie ran in very different circles back in school. Despite sharing a senior year, we never really talked until after. He babysat Dustin and the other twerps, I ran the DnD club they all joined when they got there. Dustin pestered us for months to just try and see if we would get along. We both refused. It wasn’t until spring break ‘86 that we actually talked and it was sparks from the start.”

Seeing how he talks about his husband it is almost impossible to imagine him being anything other than 100% infatuated, but he looks to be truthful.

With the mention of that spring break, I can’t help but ask after the allegations that he was proven to be innocent of and the injuries he sustained during it in the earthquake that hit the town after. He has been private about it in the past, so I know I’m pushing my luck.

Indeed he closes off and just says he doesn’t want to talk about it and his tone indicates that he means it and I will be cut short if I ask further. So, instead I ask about other parts of the book, namely Corroded Coffin’s start in Boston.

“Boston was great. It wasn’t Detroit, Cleveland or LA, but it was better than the small bar we used to play at in front of the local drunks that’s for sure. We already knew we were going to Boston in the 80s, most of the guys studied there for a bit, before dropping out. I knew Robs was hoping to get into a program there and where Robbie goes, Steve goes and where Steve goes, I go. If we wanted Corroded Coffin to continue, we’d go with them to whatever big city they ended up in.”

The book also showed to the close friendship between Eddie’s husband, Steve, and Robin Munson, a linguist. Even now, the rockstar shares a house with Steve’s practical other half and her wife, Rose. I ask him if that was ever hard or cause friction between them.

“No are you kidding?” Eddie practically laughs in my face, not out of malice, but out of disbelief. “I already knew the two were a package deal when I started dating Steve. Besides, Robin is a blast too. She’s fucking hilarious and has great taste in music. In fact, it has always been comforting to know I wasn’t leaving Stevie by himself when I was out touring. I mean, I was best man at their wedding, it was never a thing between us.”

I ask if it isn’t weird to not have the house alone, but share it with another couple.

“Nah, man. Like I said, I love Robs and Rose is amazing too. The two are family. I would let everyone of my family live with me as long as they want. They’re my people and I love having them around. It’s nice to have more people in the house, I wouldn’t know what to do if it was quiet and empty all the time. We often host DnD one shots or movie nights here, it’s great.”

The game is mentioned quite a bit in the book and is well known now, but they never spoke about playing it in their heyday and I ask whether they’ve gotten reactions to it with their new popularity.

“Yeah, it’s nice. A lot of people are excited that we seem to play, it’s cool to see how much more popular it has become and how many people find the same excitement in it as we do. Playing DnD was different back then. When we started it was in the height of the Satanic Panic and we were branded as freaks for it, so I guess that stuck with us. We didn’t want to loose cool points and reveal we played games on the tour bus, though our manager did tell a few people about it. I think Gar convinced a few paps we were obsessed with Ludo for a little bit. That was hilarious.”

At that I ask if there was a lot they had to hide that they don’t now. There is of course Eddie’s sexuality and that of Gareth, which Eddie comments on:

“Hiding is part of being a celebrity, if you don’t want people judging your every move or shunning you for inane shit then you have to keep some shit to yourself. It can also make you go off the rails to have nothing to yourself, but never talking about our sexuality was hard, you know.

For me it was something I wanted to share. I wanted to tell the world about my baby and how happy he made me, but I never could. I couldn’t tell them I didn’t sleep with that model and no, Robin wasn’t my secret wife. Or that I didn’t like the way girls would flirt with me, because I was happily taken and that I didn’t know what to do with the bras people threw at me or the panties they made me sign or how they’d offer themselves up for a one night stand.

Management would’ve killed me if I breathed a word of that and it was constricting at points. It’s what I hated the most about being famous, always having to be careful about being watched when I was with Steve outside. I already didn’t have every day with him and I couldn't even cling to him 24/7 without being scared.

I think it’s really cool how we have openly queer celebrities now. I know it seems silly to younger audiences, but that wasn’t a thing. Not really. I only came out in 2001 and it didn’t go over well with many, many people. The closest thing I got is all the songs I wrote about Steve that were either subtle or had switched pronouns.”

In response to that, I ask him if he has anything to say about what it was like being queer when he was young. The book shows a great deal, but I am curious what Eddie himself has to say about the experience.

“As a kid it was mostly scary. Like I said, Satanic Panic was happening, not to mention AIDS. It was terrifying. I count my blessings every day that I didn’t have to loose anyone close to me to it, but it was just horrible how the scene seemingly got smaller and smaller as more people dropped like flies. It just made me so frustrated and angry that the government wasn’t doing anything. A lot of people were mad.

I really love the photos Jon took back then. He has this way of capturing moments, people as they drop pretenses or show who they are. He has an eye for it and that makes his photography so powerful or intimate. They show that those prides were protests. We had to be proud of who we were and stand together, because it would all go to shit otherwise.

Community is so important. I have always found great solace in being surrounded by others like me. I think that you can see it in all my show clothes how much of my inspiration came from the leather scene I’m a part of. A lot of metal style has roots in the leather scene. People often don’t realize because it turned homophobic later on, but metal has always been very queer.”

This seems like the best moment to bring up the arrest photos. The book gives a little context about it, but I ask Eddie what happened anyway.

“Robs was being totally metal and part of the tits out dyke crew, they were the best, but definitely a risk. When she was at risk Steve decided to be a diversion to make sure she could get out. He figured her scholarship and future were more important than his job right now.

Nancy saw Steve getting arrested first and went to argue with the police, but they weren’t listening to her. Sexist pigs honestly. I threw my argument in as well, but I was just another crazy fag in leather with long hair that they didn’t like the look off. And I never go without a fight, I stopped running in 1986 and I haven’t looked back. In this country that means getting a few punches to the face, Nancy joined the fight, got hit too and arrested. At this point, I consider us lucky to have come out of that encounter alive.”

The story is humbling to me and I sit in silence for a second. Eddie seems to notice that I don’t know where to go from here, so he just grins:

“Don’t worry. Just don’t talk to cops and demand a lawyer, cooperate enough to be safe and memorize the phone number of someone you trust and don’t bring your own cell with you. I’m not likely to get arrested again and for it to go bad. Times have changed, different groups are now a target than me. I guess that makes me lucky, but it just all sucks. Tell your readers to keep voting and keep being vocal.”

I promise him I’ll put it in there and then stiltedly change the topic to ask about the addiction he kicked. Corroded Coffin spoke about it at the time that they were trying to quit smoking, but never went beyond that. The book shows a little bit more.

“Quitting is fucking hard. I haven’t smoked a cigarette in twenty-three years and I still sometimes think about it. But I don’t regret stopping for a second. My lungs will never be the same, but I saw uncle Wayne die a slow death to lung cancer, I don’t ever want to put my family through seeing me like that.

Like, if anyone out there smokes or vapes, cut that shit out. It’s not worth it, I promise. In the long run, it’s not going to make you happy and it can only be bad for you. Trust me, you don’t want to go through that. Find people who support your quitting and buckle in for months of hell.”

He looks very intense, but quickly shifts back into a charismatic face when he is done with his spiel. It’s wild how easily he moves between faces, while being totally genuine. Eddie Munson is a fluid and fascinating entity and I understand how he captured the interest of many when he first rose to stardom.

There is only enough time for one last question, so I ask him what is in the future for him right now. It gets me a big smile as Eddie answers:

“Right now, I’m going to wave you goodbye in a few minutes, then wake Stevie up from his nap. We’ve been re-reading the Lord of the Rings together, so we’ll cozy up on the couch. Then, before the kids get here, we’ll make them some snacks, listen to how their days have been. If needed I’ll try to help them with homework, even though I’m useless at it. Robs and Rose will be home soon after, we’ll make dinner together, I’m sure Robin will complain about her coworker again and then tonight I am going to call the little shits. It’s Tuesdays, we always try to call on Tuesday.

I’m living a slow domestic life, man, and I am content. In my future are hopefully many more slow days.”

I thank him for his time and shake his hand. He gets up and shakes mine, thanking me in turn for not minding to come out here and tells me I was a pleasure to have over. Then he does as promised and waves me goodbye.

As I walk over the driveway, I mull over the conversation we’ve just had. Eddie Munson is not what I expected him to be like, but in a good way. I am very curious to see where his newfound visibility in the public eye will lead. Something tells me, we haven’t seen the last of this rockstar, even in his newfound domesticity.

A/N:

This whole work is finding a balance between Eddie being a supportive friend and trying not to sound too egotistical/arrogant about my own work lmao (and like shoving my own opinions down everyone’s throat, sorry xp)

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cringelordofchaos · 1 year ago

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welcome. I like your shoelaces.

And Your Rat's Eggs. •

Salutations, earthlings (or non-earthlings)! I don't know what you're doing here but beware for you are coming in for a ride! The only problem is the driver never went through a single driving lesson so don't blame me if we crash!

Beware, as this blog may include many depictions and discussions of unreality, swearing, death, trauma, ableism, racism, and more. At times I forget to tag these potentially triggering topics.

Yes, I had indeed attempted to make an introductory post! It heavily pains me to write this all, given my distinguished and embarrassing personality, but on this boat we strive to not care! Cringe culture is dead and I'm coming for your pancreas and brain tissue if you so dare to disagree.

So, without further ado!

x DNI x

if you're a bigot in any way (queerphobic, n@zi, racist, sexist, ableist, generally discriminatory, etc etc)

also this isn't really a dni criteria but pls don't behave inappropriately when interacting with me, keep it at a joke level maximum, I value my comfort over your pleasure

x NICKNAMES x

I am fine with anything you so dare to call me, be it a regular name or a homophobic slur. I quite frankly don't give a shit. However, nicknames I most prefer amount to DOMINO, TOKI and GOBLIN !!

x MY POSITION IN THE ALPHABET SOUP x

I am fine with any pronouns, though in terms of preferences I do gravitate towards they/them more than anything else. Everything else is irrelevant, but I am queer, and I don't think I make it subtle (?).

- https://en.pronouns.page/@CringeLordOfChao - my pronouns page

x FANDOMS/INTERESTS/GENERAL FAVES x

(I'm not as into some of these fandoms as I am in others, for example i barely know crap about Moomintroll I only sometimes watch some scenes of it on yt as a comfort show and I still listed it here, you can ask me about specific fandoms and how much I'm into them)(bold text = obsessed/into it enough to the point of being capable of infodumping about it/having a decent amount of opinions on it/having a conversation about it) (nvm idek anymore just ask me if I'm interested in it or not atm)

Video games: Skyrim, OMORI, BAD END THEATER, her tears were my light, Adventures with Anxiety!, Sonic The Hedgehog (general), Parappa The Rapper, Parappa The Rapper 2, Um Jammer Lammy, Minecraft, MineCraft StoryMode, Duolingo, Pokémon (general), Pizza Tower, Amanda The Adventurer, Cuphead, Word Trip, UNDERTALE. Tomadachi Life, ROBLOX,

Roblox games: Flicker, my eyes deceive, Adopt Me!, Royale High, Sonic Pulse RP, Horse Valley, Rate My Avatar, Speed Run 4, copyrighted artists, Pyrite Adventure, Wolves Life, Total Roblox Drama, Murder Island 2, Sonic World Adventure,

Neurodivergence (such as, but not limited to): Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD), Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD), Bipolar Personality Disorder (BPD), Fetal Alcohol Syndrome (FASD), Avoidant Personality Disorder (AVPD), Down Syndrome, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), etc etc

Animated series: The Music Freaks, hfjONE, The Owl House, Amphibia, Sonic Prime, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Parappa The Rapper, Sonic X, AVM Shorts, The Loud House, The Casagrandes, Legend of Korra, Pokémon, Total Drama (Island/general), Willcraft's Monster School, LEGO Ninjago, Spirit Riding Free, Moomintroll (2017), DuckTales (2017), My Little Pony; Friendship is Magic, The Cuphead Show, Sonic Boom, The Amazing World Of Gumball, Kipo And The Age Of Wonderbeasts,

Non-animated shows: Stranger Things, Umbrella Academy, Dark, Only Fools And Horses, The Modern Family, Sesame Street,

Comics: Sonic The Hedgehog (IDW)

Animated movies: Sonic The Hedgehog (1996)/Sonic OVA, The Last Guest, Nimona, The Lego Movie, Equestria Girls (all parts), Moana,

Non-animated movies: Sonic The Hedgehog + Sonic The Hedgehog 2 [i guess, I feel obliged to like it since I'm a sonic fan], Avatar, Alpha,

Webcomics (all available on WEBTOON!): Blooming Season, The Last Dimension, Unfamiliar, Jackson's Diary, North Korean Kid, Heartstopper, Is chair still in the park?, Ghost Eyes, Meow Are You?, The Recloseted Lesbian, War and Tea, Hyperfocus, Erma, Emmy The robot, Post Harbor, Spellward Bound, The Little Trashmaid, Of Aliens And Cacti, MAX has AUTISM, Hollow Kid, Aurora Borealis, Always Human, Will There Be A Tomorrow? (H), High Class Homos, Everything Is Fine, Home Sweet Ghost, Notumare, Heartstopper,

Books: The Name Of This Book Is Secret (all 5 parts), Hobbit, Ana, Teo, Warrior Cats (general),

Music creators: Radiohead, Rex Orange County, Laufey, bo en, Jack Stauber, Jay Vincent, Kaden Mackay, Olivia Rodrigo, if I was 9 again the only person on this list would be Alan Walker (I don't care about his music anymore), Pink Floyd, liana flores, Your Favorite Martian,

Gacha Stories: Boy With Bad Luck, Girl With Good Luck, The Music Freaks episodes 1-11, Shy Family, Shy Family PART 2, Lesbian Liar part 1-5, A Walking Disaster, Fated Sisters, A Beautiful Tragedy, The Mute Tomboy, literally anything made by Hxnnah rlly,

Favorite YouTubers: Flamingo, RosyClozy, TheOdd1sOut, Illymation, Hxnnah, [Brii Studios UwU], Cypopps, Emzii, NerdyArty, Marikyuun, ExtraRosy, WowzaDawg, foster on the spectrum, Behind The Meme, LilyTrescot SMP, JaidenAnimations, Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, Ice Cream Sandwich, How To ADHD, LesbianMindflayer,

Favorite Tumblr blogs (not including mutuals srry xx): @/oneeyedleaf, @/nerdyarty, @/tmf-confessions (technically a mutual), @/i-say-ok, @/sonicshipbattles, @/uncharismatic-fauna, @/official-boob-posts, @/identifying-horses-in-posts, @/sonicthehedgehog, @/inthetags, @/notumare (tech a mutual), @/your-blorbos-are-queer, @/the-owl-house-takes, @/incognitopolls, @/my-autism-adhd-blog. @/hot-take-tournament, @/haveyouseenthismovie-poll, @/aita-blorbos, @/oc-aita, @/jagged--dust-jacket-analysis (also tech a mutual), @/hero-deserves-to-be-happy, @/just-a-blog-for-polls, @/thistmfcharacteris, @/sonicapproves, @/lordystrange, @/aphantimes, @/neurotypical-sonic, @/fishyfishyfishtimes. @/adhd-sonic-the-hedgehog, @/obelisart, @/queeradhdcultureis, @/pd-culture-is, @/content-free, @/starscatteredsky, @/hero-deserves-to-be-happy,

Miscellaneous: zoology, drawing, using Picrew, ninjas, goblins, parallels in writing (this obsession is eating me alive I swear I'll literally analyze my events as if they're fictional and I'll draw parallels between them and my favorite fandoms/past events pls send help), daydreaming, dust, media analysis, character analysis, calculators, singing, mushrooms, weirdcore, goblincore, sociology, vocabulary, MBTI,

Languages (both real and fictional)(I only actually know some of these)(still learning): ninjargon, dovahzul, spanish, japanese, serbian, english, na'vi,

Things I'm planning to get into : Zoology, crocheting, Terraria, The Lego Movie: The Sequel, The Wilds, Warrior Cats, crafting, Nimona (comic), Notumare, The Mechanisms, Dark, Inscryption, The Adventure Zone, DELTARUNE, Teen Wolf, Solitaire, Sonic X, Good Omens, Voltron, The Amazing Digital Circus, Steven Universe, Oblivion, Star Vs The Forces Of Evil, MineCraft StoryMode, Percy Jackson, the pink corruption,

My own stories/Fanfiction plots: ghost!SUNNY AU (OMORI), Mob Academy (Minecraft fanfic), Carla and Silvia, omori!Hanahaki AU (OMORI), Flicker fanfic, HOLLOW HEART, (feel free to ask about any of these!!!)

Things I plan to get into again: MLP;FiM, Ninjago,

x KIN/FAV CHAR LIST x

(bold text = absolute fave!!)

TMF - Jake Sterling, Millicent Brooks, Drew, Lia, Sean Everett, Daisy,

ST - William Byers, Eleven/Jane Hopper/Byers, Jonathan Byers, Robin Buckley, Joyce Byers, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Kali Prasad,

PTR - Jammer Lammy, Parappa The Rapper, Katy Kat

STH - Sonic The Hedgehog, Miles Tails Prower The Fox, Mimic The Octopus, Whisper The Wolf, Sticks The Jungle Badger, Amy Rose The Echidna-Rascal (personal hc),

TOH - Luz Noceda, Agustus Porter, Edalyn Clawthorne, King Clawthorne, Lilith Clawthorne, Philip Whittebane/Belos (do not excuse his actions whatsoever), Enzo Gabriel The Collector

Amphibia - Marcy Wu, Sprig Planters

OMORI - KEL/KELSEY, OMORI, SUNNY, MARI, THE MAVERICK/MIKHAEL, PESSI, CAPT. SPACEBOY,

SS - SpongeBob SquarePants

Minecraft - Creeper, The Ender Dragon, Herobrine, Enderman, Wolf, Fox, The Wither

RBLX Flicker - Eduardo, Rita, Mikah, Amethyst, Adora, Amani

TMNT - Michelangelo!!

TLH - Luna Loud, Lincoln Loud, Lenni Loud, Lucy Loud, Clyde ??

TD(I) - Noah, Izzy, Dawn, Ezekiel

Ninjago - Jay Walker, Nya, Zane Julien, Akita,

WEBTOON TLD - Alex Hill, Phillip Maxwell, Anne Marie De Delle

x SHIP LIST x

[character] x no one = I like the interpertation of said character being aroace/just not dating anyone in general. (Bold text)= otp

OMORI - suntan, sunflower, heromari, goldrush, sunburn, photobomb, KEL x no one, herobowen, etc

STH - blazamy, whispangle, sonknux, sonadow, sonic x no one, kittails, amy x no one, stickmy, sticknux (but in a very specific modern sth way), sticks x no one, sonjet, shadisper, etc

TMF - ooo boy... milliot, jailey, hailia, drake, laisy, saisy, dailia, dadie, jaisy, jenry, drew x no one, drakailey, henriam, ladie/salia, platonic draisy, platonic henria, more xx

PTR - sunny x no one, parappa x matt, parappa x pj berri, parappa x no one, etc

Ninjago - lava, plasma, techno, jaya, bruise, opposite, pixane, glacier, harumya (?), lloyd x no one, cole x no one, nya x no one, qp mud, etc

TD - noco, gwourtney, nowen, breoff, bfffls, dizzy,

WEBTOON TLD - alex x phillip, anne x

x ANIMALS I LIKE x (few are fictional) •

virgin island's dwarf gecko, blobfish, horses, roosters, unicorns, wolves, anglerfish, immortal jellyfish, lion mane's jellyfish, okapis, rats, reek stonefish, doves, pigeons, vultures, cats, echidnas, frogs, star nosed moles, naked mole rats, moths (they seek the light which only further strays them away from life, the truth), spiders, rock doves, blue jaya tongue skinks, australian ghostsharks, aye-ayes, goblin sharks, dragons, whatever the fuck atla's momo is, lemurs, squirrels, flying squirrels, capybaras, OMG I JUST FOUND OUT FLYING LEMURS ACTUALLY EXIST THEYRE CALLED colugos, gerenuks, jabirus, jaguarundis, japanese spider crabs, jerboas, pangolins, potoos, thorny devils, snakes, black cats, vampire squids, northern stargazer,

x TAGS x

ghost!sunny au, >:], to do list, omori!hanahaki au, important, urgent, rb, asks, animalsss, others art, others writing, vent? like among us?, I am not funny, byliner, house design inspo, minecraft fanfic inspo, mari appreciation 💜, sean appreciation, fictional birthday, music, rb, tickposting, mari wheelchair au, serbian shit, carla and silvia, my oc, my ocs, my story, mob academy, hollow heart, 🎩🕊️, 🎩🕊️ • ❓, my polls, polls, 🎩🕊️ • ✉️, 🎩🕊️ • 📜, 🎩🕊️ • 🪬, 🐀🥚, me on anon, freakblr colour war, hailey hair controversy, freakblr colour war 2, freakblr colour war ii, mecoded, cringe confession of the day, gay screenshot collection, my top posts,flicker webseries preparations, hyper-cis, freakblr lore, my mom watches tmf, into the rosyverse, background-chan,

x TAGS FOR FANDOMS x (aka fandom acronyms) •

omori, tmf, st, go, ptr, sth, avm shorts, atla, rblx, amphibia, yfm, etc (if a franchise has 2 words or more when I reblog posts about that franchise the fandom tags I'll use for them will be exclusively the acronyms even if it isn't most preferred)

<°•×•°>

9.1,13.19,15,18,18,25°

My life will end incomplete! ~~××

(I'll try updating this later)

(this is like the tenth time doing this, I'm only capable of making intro posts in ONE RUN I guess, I am in pain, sjkdcie)

xxOTHER NOTES:

I occasionally post pretty angsty, overwhelmingly negative, and at times violently suggestive vent content here. If you do not like that, please filter the tag #vent? like among us?

I might have depression and/or adhd so that's probably gonna mess up my life and social interactions ummm (I'm a sensitive individual so please don't be too harsh)

I sometimes draw, don't expect it to look good though. You can request any prompt !!

My Roblox accounts are FinVanzahDovahKiin and stejsi_079 !!

My DeviantArt account is Unoriginal Creator !!

Even though I had formerly stated that this blog may contain triggering themes (even though I can't quite recall much triggering posts/reblogs I have on here??) this blog is mostly silly, it's just me being me

I have a lot of TMF mutuals, we have a lot of inside jokes that may not make any form of sense to outsiders

Even though I had also stated I have my own fanfiction ideas I like, I have not written any of them down and God knows when I will.

I need to spend less time on the internet for the sake of my health

My YouTube account is [InsertUnoriginalNameHere] !! (I've deleted 90% of my former content. Also most of my videos on there are like 2 years because I stopped posting after my parents found out it existed)

I have an alt account @freakblr-lore !! Studying the lore of tmf but mostly the subculture of freakblr

I also have a tmf Sean Everett rp/ask blog called @mr-broom !

I ALSO have a tmf Daisy rp/ask blog called @x-daisy-x !

There's also another one @hailey-i-guess

Another one @xjaded-sadiex

I'm disappointed in myself. I made an rp/ask blog for an entirely irrelevant background character. What the fuck. @background-bg-chan

IM PLANNING TO MAKE A ROBLOX FLICKER WEBSERIES!!! Posts related to it will be tagged "flicker webseries preparations".

There's an Elliot one now too!! @xx0blooming-orchid0xx

@sussy-albertaretz-core my fan blog for the Roblox YouTuber flamingo

please ask me anything about any of my interests

#intro #intro post #introduction post #introduction #•rise of domino•#introductory post #post of introduction #🎩🕊️#obligatory post of introduction #tw swearing

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catnapshideout · 5 months ago

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𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦..

...𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥...

About the Blog ;;

This is an Ask/roleplay blog based off of an Alternate Universe Catnap from Poppy Playtime!

Most canon things take place, Except this is an Alternate universe where Catnap is the main mascot and not Poppy or Huggy.

This blog will have ;;

Regression content

Light gore / blood

Crack / Noncanon to the blog plot posts

Nothing super nsft from us, but we may reblog from others.

Swearing.

For crack / from mod, sometimes the f slur ( faggot ) as we reclaim it and we use it playfully against our roleplay partner.

Everything should be tagged accordingly

Alternate Versions ;;

🌙 Main Version / Animatronic Catnap ;; Is its own AI and sentient, Is very much the one obsessed with the Prototype in this universe. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝘼𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩. 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮!

Pronouns: He / They / it.

Tag: 『AI!Catnap』

💭 Possessed Version ;; This is rough. Theo is possessing Catnap at times, and is full of rage when it comes to others, except for The Prototype who has become a parental figure for him. Does not speak, and when he does, you're probably a target. 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮, 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙧. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙚. 𝙉𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘 ( 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 ).

Pronouns ;; He / Him

Tag ;; 『 Theo!Catnap』

💤 Animated Version ;; Animated Catnap Loves her friends! They will always go on adventures with Dogday and Craftycorn- if he can stay awake! She loves making braclets and crocheting for their friends! At night, she visits the old mysterious moon hare.. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧! 𝙉𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜.

Pronouns ;; She / He / They / Any

Tag ;; 『Toon!Catnap』

🌘 Plush Version ;; Plush Catnap is a small, prototype version of all Catnaps. She is a sphynx unlike her fellow catnaps which all have fur of various designs. Xey are mute and do not speak with words, they use paper and crayons. She is neutral and adores Catnap. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧! 𝙉𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜.

Pronouns ;; She / Xey / They

Tag ;; 『Soft!Catnap』

🐈‍⬛ Human Version ;; Human catnap is a goth + scenmo vtuber who has spooky hauntings in their house sometimes. They and sleep's friends are kind of like the Scooby Doo Gang. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝘼𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩. 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮!

Pronouns ;; They / It + Sleep / Dream / Star neopronouns.

Tag ;; 『Human!Catnap』

The Writer ;;

𝗡𝗮𝗺𝗲: Melatonin 𝗔𝗴𝗲: Adult ( early 20s ) 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀: They / It + Neopronouns 𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼: I am a low spoonie disabled person, the whole skit of this blog is the Catnaps are too fucking sleepy to do anything. Please be patient with me. I am shy + anxious and sometimes low empathetic, so if i seem rude or misunderstanding, this is why and i apologize.

The Rules ;;

No Minors. Period. You must have age somewhere on your blog or you will be blocked.

I block freely, so do not take it personally if i do block you.

No minor x adult, incest, etc shipping. Selfcest shipping is welcomed 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮.

I prefer no romantic shipping unless we are close, and absolutely no NSFT unless we are close. Light suggestiveness is fine 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮.

��𝗴𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗣𝗲𝘁 𝗥𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱. 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵. 𝗡𝗼 𝗖𝗚𝗟/𝗖𝗚𝗟𝗘𝗥𝗘, 𝗗𝗗/𝗟𝗚, 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗿. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱.

Feel free to send asks, one character request, ask questions about/to the characters, etc. But please so not spam my inbox, nor harass me if i do not answer right away. This is mainly an ask blog, and this is a hobby. I could take an hour to a year to reply due to being disabled and having a life. Please be patient and respectful.

This blog welcomes multifandoms! Meaning any character from any fandom can interact!

Self shipping with my characters is not okay with me, however you may interact/self insert for regression reasons which is perfectly okay!

Adult Catnaps are not closed to one person and is poly anyway. It is not "cheating" if one person has their character date mine, and someone elses asks to as well, it'll be considered a different universe.

𝘼𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙖ç𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙙...

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....𝙒𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙚'𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥, 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙚'𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩.

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