#im sORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

[lightweaver-chosen-if]

How would the RO's react to an MC who usually puts minimal effort into their appearance pulling out all the stops and showing up absolutely gorgeous for some formal event that they were required to go to?

L would choke on their drink. Jaw dropping as they stare shamelessly. Once MC catches them, L would stutter, failing to form complete sentences, unable to look at them in the eye.

J would look away and pretend not to look. But their sharp, calculating eyes would follow MC the entire night, observing how heads turn wherever they walk by.

A would stop everything and stare, frozen to the spot. Their gaze lingers appreciatively, before being caught by MC. They quickly compose themself with a cough, acting unaffected and cool.

[blackcatarts]

if yr drawing cookie run ships can i humbly request princessknight 🥺

🫡

[emo-trash101]

Sorry this took so long to come out, society has been uh, beating my ass

Home is Where the Heart is

Pt 6

Daisuke x Male! Reader

Pronouns: Second person, Implied male

Word count: 1k+

TW: People going insane, Jimmy, murder/death, general mouthwashing stuff, internalized homophobia (this is just generally for the whole series)

Day of the crash

Anya had asked you to double check all of the supply closets for more bandaids (since Daisuke was using up all of them(supposedly to see you more)). Which led you to where you are now, carrying this huge and heavy box filled to the brim with bandages of all sorts.

With each step you took it felt like the box got heavier, like it was going to suddenly become slime and slink out of your fingers. But even with your sweaty hands, and tired arms, you manage to lug it almost halfway down the hallway leading to the medical room.

That was until you heard the alarms.

It was loud, and made every single nerve in your body flare up with fear. The red from the emergency lights that had been installed curb your vision, making each and every movement that much more difficult.

You first, drop the box. Nothing in there is worth a life, right? That's at least what you tell yourself when you start running down the hall, trying to frantically find anyone, or anything. But it feels like the whole ship was abandoned, like everyone but you had gotten to notice to leave.

You take a step back, almost in a cowardly way. Like you were a frightened animal being backed into a corner. You then dash towards utility room, hoping Daisuke had half a mind to stay put. Half a mind more than you did.

You never noticed the feeling of the ship moving, not until it stopped. The suddenness of it jerks you back slightly, but as if still caught in your momentum, you continue forward. If you had more a warning, maybe then you would've stopped, but the cold metal colliding with your forehead makes it a bit harder to comprehend that.

You hear the alarms stop, and frantic yelling. You're too disoriented to tell who's who, and what's what. You taste metal, and you can't seem to open your eyes, possibly from exhaustion. You want to lift yourself up, and get back on your feet and help. But your arms are too weak.

So you lay there, face down until you feel yourself get flipped over, a hand wiping over your eyes. "Holy shit are you alive?" You hear someone say, and you feel like you can finally open your eyes. You see Daisuke, with an unbefitting look on his face. The look of fear.

You try to say something, but only incoherent babbles come out. That's when you notice the smell.

Only once had you ever encountered the smell of burning flesh, but this time would make it the second. If you had the strength to, you probably would've vomited immediately.

You hear people rushing, more worried yells and orders being barked. But all you can focus on is the horrible smell. The metallic sting that wafts up your nose.

Daisuke places a hand on your cheek, and it feels wet with something, but you can't place it. That's when you notice the other hand, the one that presumably wiped off your eyes.

It's soaked in blood.

You think you only let yourself close your eyes for a second, just trying to process everything that's happening. But before you know it, you're unconscious, the sounds of Daisuke's sobs and pleas fading into the background.

Day 100

There's only two things on your mind right now. The taste of the sugar packets Daisuke had stolen (he claims they're borrowed), and the fact that both of your guys' knees are touching.

"Yo, are you listening to me anymore?" You hear Daisuke ask, and you realize that you had maybe been paying a little too much attention to those things. "Yeah, yeah sorry." You respond, silently cringing at your repetition.

You both were here attempting to recreate a 'normal' date. It was mostly Daisuke's plan, the old man stories he was receiving from Swansea about him and his wife starting to make him more of, well a romantic. You on the other hand, had nothing better to do than maybe mope around medical until Anya asks you in her polite and sad tone to leave her be.

"Okay then, what did I, Mr.I-was-totally-listening". You can't help but pause, looking back at him, and he has that same exact dorky smile on his face. It's not as bright as usual, but it's there, and it's making you feel sick in the stomach. "Something about us...being...yeah I don't really know." You reluctantly admit, a bashful blush spreading across your face.

You're totally sure he would've teased you for it, had you not just seen him shove half a packet of sugar in his mouth. He mumbles something, his mouth half full. "Dude, you can't speak with your mouth full, you're gonna like choke and die or something." I say, taking another taste of your own sugar packet.

He finally swallows the sugar, smiling at you "Well at least I'd have the prettiest boy in our galaxy to bring me back to life." He says cheekily, and you can't help but laugh. That's something he does. He makes you laugh every single time he says something out of your norm.

"I think I'd just let you die." You retort, an amused look on your face as you watch him feign offense. "Wow, and here I thought you loved me." He pouts slightly, and you have to hold back from pouncing on him, and coating his stupid stupid face in kisses.

You instead, roll your eyes, tucking one of the sugar packets into his pocket on the Hawaiian shirt. You always liked hibiscus tea.

"Here, as a sincere apology." You say, patting the pocket.

"Apology accepted."

I'm actually so sorry this took so long to finish, but I hope you enjoyed it so far

Make sure to drink water and eat food

Last and Next

[holly-fixation]

Imagine Matt and Lucia hearing about their baby boy so unwell that he locked himself in a library for days!

They arrive to Nibelheim just in time for the fire show.

Considering their connection with AVALANCHE, they would be in Wutai around the time of the Nibelhiem incident. Which is technically good, they're only a sea away from the backwater town a spy informed them that Sephiroth was last spotted in, and that was not well. Even rumors of townsfolk wanting to bring medicine and check up on him set off alarms in their minds. The teenage boy that led their team and deliberately disobeyed direct orders for their sake needed help, far more than the Soldier worshiping citizens would realize. It took years to accept that the incident with Rosen wasn't Sephiroth's fault and wasn't an act of completing the mission Shinra gave him. They understood that now, but now they're worried about every word they're hearing.

Sephiroth needed someone. Someone to help. Someone to pat his head, give him a hug, or even just listen to his pain. Someone doing it for him, not for profit, not for fame, not for some higher purpose. Someone that cared about him.

Matt coordinated a transport to the Western Continent while Lucia gained all the information on the area and Sephiroth that she can. SOLDIER's been warn thin due to so much desertion, so they made it to Nibelhiem in two days.

They spotted the orange-gray glow of fire and smoke before reaching the village. They assumed it was a dragon, Matt claiming dragons were common in the region.

It wasn't a dragon.

Homes innocently burning below plume tainted skies. Civilians running for their lives. Mothers yelling for their babies and husbands. And the worst words on every other person's lips:

"How could Sephiroth do this?"

They never found him. They didn't make it in time.

[cinnamon-stixs]

I love your Chappell Roan art!! Any chance you'd do one for Peach PRC, Kirrilee and/or Blusher? We love our gay pop girlies down under

Anon you deserve a big sloppy wet kiss for introducing me to these artists, I'm literally obsessed

(gonna do a part 2 with stuff from Peach PRC and Blusher, I just spent a long ass time on this and wanted to give it focus. It'll be a while though bc I'm putting it at the end of my que)

SONG- I know This is the End by Kirrilee Berger

[the-pyooster]

Hey there!! Could you draw Clay Calloway please? Bonus points if it's Ash and Clay being father-daughter together!!!

the geezer 🗣

[redsea8me]

If you’re still accepting requests, can I request chopper

he’s VERY Digimon coded to me

[regulus-books]

Alone - 163 Words - @jegulus-microfic

Regulus has never been alone. Never once. When he was younger there was Sirius, the help, and occasionally his parents. As he grew, so did his parents presence in his life, and Sirius. When Sirius left, he still had his parents, the help, and new friends, he convinced himself to focus on schooling and that he didn't need Sirius. Later in life, recent years, Regulus no longer had his parents, instead he had Sirius back, he had his beautiful boyfriend, and his son, Harry.

Regulus would never be alone again as long as he lived now that he has them. He would never be alone in his room, closed in on himself. Instead, he'd be with Harry, cuddled on the couch watching cartoons while James makes breakfast in the background. Or he'd be alone with James on a date, James would take him to a restaurant, or maybe even just a nice dinner in their home. Either way, Regulus never feels alone anymore.

[aggsh-shs]

Fergus headcanons to keep up the tota theme!

Fergus Makinnon Headcannons <3

he definitely owned fish as a child

he also probably killed those fish as a child

he loves ABBA, he’ll never admit it but he gets lit to Dancing Queen

he loved Campbell like his younger brother

he had a younger brother, but he passed away from a car accident when Fergus was in college

when he escapes he likes to get flowers for Francine and more sanitary products for Rosalie

back in college he had an experimental period, but he ended up being straight anyway

sometimes he’d sneak into the radio station at night to listen to music by himself

he gave Campbell his cocoa every night, without the boy even asking

he cries when he sees roadkill

he once tried to make mac n cheese for everyone at the hospital

he forgot to boil the noodles

it was crunchy

[were-these-words-in-the-bible]

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway, because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.

How many of these words were in the Bible?

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly.

Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground.

The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.

Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black.

Ooh, black and yellow!

Let's shake it up a little.

Barry! Breakfast is ready!

Coming!

Hang on a second.

Hello?

Barry?

Adam?

Can you believe this is happening?

I can't.

I'll pick you up.

Looking sharp.

Use the stairs, Your father paid good money for those.

Sorry. I'm excited.

Here's the graduate.

We're very proud of you, son.

A perfect report card, all B's.

Very proud.

Ma! I got a thing going here.

You got lint on your fuzz.

Ow! That's me!

Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.

Bye!

Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house!

Hey, Adam.

Hey, Barry.

Is that fuzz gel?

A little. Special day, graduation.

Never thought I'd make it.

Three days grade school, three days high school.

Those were awkward.

Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around The Hive.

You did come back different.

Hi, Barry. Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.

Hear about Frankie?

Yeah.

You going to the funeral?

No, I'm not going.

Everybody knows, sting someone, you die.

Don't waste it on a squirrel.

Such a hothead.

I guess he could have just gotten out of the way.

I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day.

That's why we don't need vacations.

Boy, quite a bit of pomp under the circumstances.

Well, Adam, today we are men.

We are!

Bee-men.

Amen!

221 out of 286 (77.27%) of these words were in the Bible!

[sketchesandmesses]

hey can you doodle max in a dress 🥺

Why, OF COURSE✨✨✨

[mythos321]

part 4 of my Wof x Persona au

Chapter 4:Rising Waves

Clay awoke from his dream, though, he was much more sure it was real than before, realizing now it’s connected to the castle, and are related to his persona. Though he had a million and one questions, Clay knew he needed to most importantly focus on one thing, that damned school.

He prepared to leave the cavern, and saw Kestrel wasn’t around this time, likely still resting at wherever it is she sleeps…that or she died, admittedly, the former was more realistic. Clay then exited the cavern, making sure to flip the sign to Open, and headed off, enjoying the rain as it landed and slipped off of his scales, he wondered if Rainwings liked rain even more, though, from what he remembered, it actually stood for Rainforest, so maybe they didn’t like rain.

As he flew, Clay also decided to listen in on a conversation between two seawings, talking about the recent crash flight, which Clay found boring for the most part, though a part that slightly freaked him out was that these had been so common that they could be small talk, in fact, this crash might’ve not even been the same one he and Kestrel had seen!

He tried to pay less mind on it, and simply soared back down with some other students, one that caught multiple peoples eyes was a pale orange, almost yellow colored skywing, whose scales were similar to the inside of a sweet peach, with a blank but innocent stare to herself, almost like she didn’t have a single thought in her head. Part of what interest Clay about her though was a small pouch around her neck, wrapped by a gold chain around her neck that looked like it was practically glued to her with how tight it was on her long neck.

“Isn’t that her?” whispered a student, bad enough for Clay to eavesdrop but seemed to be good enough for the skywing to not notice.

“The one with the nosering and brown pouch?”

“Yeah, her. Ugh, she’s so thin, it’s not fair!”

“I don’t know, I think thicker is-“ It was at that moment Clay decided to tune them back out and simply continue back on his walk down towards the school, accidentally bumping into the skywing as he did.

“O-oh! apologies I didn’t mean to bother you sir! I’ll slow down so you can get more up ahead if you’d like! I don’t want any trouble, really!”

“Woah woah woah, hey, it’s fine, I just accidentally bumped into you, you don’t have to change your pace up, just keep it how you’re going! Besides, it’d be my fault if anything!” Clay reassured her quickly, slightly weirded out at the skywings skittishness, since he had heard they were mostly prideful and confident.

“guess ya shouldn’t believe l stereotypes, hm…guess I’m not much different…” Clay thought to himself, feeling kind of like a jerk for his mental assumptions

“Oh, you look sad, I’m sorry! really, um, I should be going fast now! You go to the same school, right? I’m a second year myself. Okay BYE!” The skywing then ran off, as Clay wondered if he scared her that badly to where she’d decide to run away.

“Ugh, I’m terrible at this! I wouldn’t be shocked if she heard the rumors about me to…probably thinks I’m some psychopath…just push it down Clay, just push it down, and get to school…”

**

Clay entered his first class of the day, which seemed to be taught by a man named Webs, who was teaching general pyrrhian history. Clay had a feeling he would start by teaching about The Scorching and so decided to stare outside of the classroom and look around at the view.

He saw large growing tree in the distance behind some of the schools trails, nicely made caves that could fit a surprising amount of dragonets inside, a near pitch black Nightwing that seemed to be staring directly at him while perched on the side of a cave, a river that led into the ocean and seemed to be the Seawings main traveling point, a nice cloudy sky, and the now processed fact that a Nightwing was stalking him.

Clay tried to look around for his little Nightwing stalker again, trying to make them out, but they completely blended in, like a bark of wood in a pile of mud. Even so, Clay kept trying to focus, a little more and more, until finally he thought he found someone-

“HEY MUDWING, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?!” Webs yelled, as he then tossed the chalk he was using at Clay, who without even looking caught it midair, but had now had his concentration completely disrupted in the process.

“Here’s your chalk Sir, sorry for not paying attention.” Clay told the baffled Webs as he handed him his chalk before walking back to where he was sitting.

“Y-yeah, you better be…” Webs said in a failed attempt to reassert dominance, as multiple dragonets could now be heard snickering at Webs’ humiliation, assuming they weren’t in awe at Clays casualness in catching the chalk.

“Best case scenario, I was seeing things. Worst case scenario, that teachers now the death of me.” Clay thought to himself, before focusing himself on Webs’ history lesson.

**

“Have you heard about that Skywing girl?”

“Didn’t she get hand chosen by Queen Scarlet herself? She must be really special, I wonder what for though?”

“I heard people saw her get harassed by that criminal! poor gal, having to deal with pieces of crap like him.”

“Assault, Blackmail, Drugs, I bet he’s done it all!”

“I hear he’s ready to bite people if you just look at him funny…”

**

Classes were over for the day, and Clay decided to use his time looking for that Nightwing he saw before. He was to vivid for him to be fake, but Clay could tell they didn’t wanna be found so easily.

“Are they a stalker? An assassin? Someone who has a hard time talking with people and stares at them instead? Okay probably not that last one, or at least unrelated to that if they did have that problem? I wonder if I’m like that, I mean, I mainly just talked with my sibs and aunt so maybe my social skills aren’t as good as I expect. Wait, I’m getting off topic here! Focus on finding the Nightwing, and don’t let any Seawing distract you-”

“Yo!” Tsunami rushed over, making Clay jump for a moment in shock

“Jeez! ya trying to ambush me or something?!” Clay said, completely losing his train of thought

“Oh come on dude it wasn’t that big a deal! ugh, look, I wanna talk about that castle from yesterday alright?” Tsunami explained, as her and Clay began to walk away from the school for a moment and stand on the outskirts with some rocks in the forest for them to sit on an talk

“I mean, I tried telling myself it was all some weird shared dream… But I couldn’t do it. I can’t act like nothing happened! It’s all connected to that smug bastard Whirlpool after all! I wanna find out more about that place, no matter what… and well…you’re the only person I can rely on for this. So, you in?” Tsunami asked him, and Clay felt something inside himself warm up hearing how she truly does trust him…it was nice, he didn’t know how to put it into proper words, but he did know his answer to her request

“Let’s do this!” Clay affirmed with passion, holding his tail as Tsunami intertwined it with her own

“Sweet! glad we’re in this together man! I think our best course of action right now is to retrace our steps from before. In the meantime, you’re flying home right? should we go our separate ways in the investigation?”

“No no, if ya want we can walk together instead!” Clay told her, as Tsunami suddenly beamed with a smile

“Sweet! keep an eye out for any strange buildings while we walk!”

“Tsunami seems like a pretty decent gal. I don’t see anything wrong in going along with this, even if we don’t end up finding the place, having someone to talk with just feels nice anyway!” Clay thought to himself, as he and Tsunami began their walk around to investigate

**

“Let’s see, if a castle like that really exists, we should find it in no time… When they’d even find time to build that big thing though?” Tsunami wondered aloud, as she and Clay kept looking around

“We walked that way from here, right?”

“Yeah! That’s when ya got up in my face and began your rant to me on Whirlpool and stuff.”

“Good to know! Ha! I did get in your face didn’t I? I think I saw the color of your eyes at the time. Brown, right?”

“Yeah, yours are translucent green.” Clay told her, which Tsunami was surprised at, since she didn’t think someone would just know a persons eye color shade off the top of their head.

“Ha! neat! Well, lemme know if you notice something!” Tsunami told him, as the two walked through, and saw…the school

“Huh?”

“We’re at school???” Clay questioned, as surprised as Tsunami was at what they weren’t seeing.

“There wasn’t anything out of place along the way, right? I didn’t see a castle either…Did we make a wrong turn?”

“I feel like we’d have noticed it along the way right? It’s weird…”

“Let’s just keep looking around! we’ll find something, for sure!” Tsunami stated confidently, as the two retraced their step, and ended up eight back at the school

“For real?!” The duo said simultaneously

“What the hell’s going on…hey, you had a book on you right? back then at least.” Tsunami asked, and a lightbult went off in Clays head.

“Oh, yeah! Maybe it can get us to that place!”

“Yeah! mind if I look at it?” Tsunami asked, as Clay got it out of his bag and handed Tsunami the little book, as she snatched it and began taking a look at it.

“What’s this eyeball-looking thing anyhow?”

“I think it’s a cute logo honestly, can’t seem to get rid of it though.”

“I think it looks creepy- wait really? man, what a weird book, if not for current situations I’d tell ya to get an exorcist, now let’s see here…BOOYAH! written in right here! nice hindsight Clay!”

“…hehe, yeah.” Clay said, knowing completely well he didn’t write that in, but not wanting to freak her out.

“Ah man, we’re geniuses! Let’s do this!”

“Do you know how to?”

“Not at all, but I think I can do this! maybe I just gotta push down and!…” as Tsunami pushed down, the Book began to react

“Beginning navigation. Whirlpool… Academy… Abuser… Castle… Beginning Navigation.”

“Alright! and then we go a certain direction and-” before Tsunami could finish her sentence, the area suddenly began to shift around them both

“What the hell???” Tsunami said out loud, as Clay and her kept next to each other as the book floated into the air, and reality distorted around them, with the schools grounds rising to massive heights in the shapes of a castle, until Tsunami and Clay suddenly stood on top of a drawbridge

“It’s the castle from yesterday! We made it back after all!” Tsunami said as she and Clay rushed through the bridge and the to the front of the castle, looking in the sky as they saw dozens of puppets like dragons guarding the higher parts of the castle to prevent anyone from just flying in.

“So, seems what happened yesterday was for real after all- WOAH, YOU GOT THOSE CLOTHES ON AGAIN!” Tsunami pointed out, as Clay realized he was in his nearly all black attire from when he used his Persona. “That happened last time too, huh!? What’s with that outfit?!?”

“I have no idea! It’s pretty cool though!…you jelly?”

“HELL YEAH I AM, why can’t I get a cool suit too?! Man even without that this makes no sense at all!” Tsunami yelled out, as the two then saw a pair of familiar green and golden eyes that revealed itself as Turtle, still in his attire from before and slightly strange form.

“Hey, can you quit the commotion you’re making? !”

“What the, you? what are you still doing here?”

“Shadows started acting a little different, as though something had changed for them, so I came back to investigate. What are YOU two doing here? you barely managed to escape last time!”

“as I recall, you didn’t do much better, no?…Ya mind explaining what this place even is? Is it the school?” Clay asked, and Turtle nodded his head

“Correct! It takes the form of a castle in this place, hence why it looks like this and not like the school. Basically, it looks like a castle to its ruler!” Turtle detailed

“Its ruler?” Tsunami questioned

“If I remember right, his names Whirlpool, correct? This is how his distorted heart views the school.” Turtle stated

“Whirlpools distorted desire?…Ugh! can’t you just explain it better! I’m so lost!” Tsunami demanded, as Turtle sighed

“I shouldn’t have expected a moron to get it anyway.” Turtle said, rolling his eyes, as Tsunami then began to march at him

“What did you just say you little weirdo?!” Tsunami said through gritted teeth, until they all suddenly heard pained cries from inside the castle

“What was that!” Clay demanded, wanting to help whoever that was as fast as possible

“It must be the slaves that are held captive here.” Turtle answered, simply opening up even MORE questions of what was happening.

“For real?!” Tsunami asked, as she suddenly heard even more pained cries, “SHIT, it’s for real! Damn it, I saw some people held captive here yesterday… probably some of Whirlpools students…” Tsunami mentioned

“It must be a representation of how he treats his students in real life, bruising and abusing them to massive means without a care of their wellbeing.” Turtle added on, as Clay remembered Anemone from the day before, and how hurt she looked

“Damn it…was that what was happening to her?! I knew Whirlpool was awful but…damn it, she barely even looked two years old!” Clay thought to himself, wishing he could do more for her, that maybe he could do something about her “teacher” especially if Coral was going to just ENCOURAGE it instead of stop what was happening to her own daughter…

“What’s more, because of your guys escape yesterday, he must have lost his temper, and is taking it out on his prisoners in here.”

“THAT SON OF A BITCH!” Tsunami yelled, as she swung her tail against the castles large door, shaking it in as she did it, “YOU HEAR THAT WHIRLPOOL? THATS GONNA BE YOUR FACE WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU.” Tsunami yelled as she continued to bash on the door, Clay was honestly tempted to join her

“Doing that isn’t gonna open it, but…I can see you have your reasons, so I won’t budge you on it.” Turtle said, as Tsunami calmed down

“Hey, Turty.”

“Turtle.”

“Do you know where those voices are coming from?” Tsunami asked, and Clay showed interest in it as well

“You want me to take you there?…Well, I don’t see why not, though, only if he comes with us!” Turtle said, looking at Clay

“Let’s go.” Clay said without any hesitation, wanting to help these people as fast as possible.

“For real?… thanks man! I knew I could count on you…” Tsunami said, as she and Clay shared a smile

“Alright, let’s do this! follow me!” Turtle said as he walked over to a small familiar opening on the side to the castles door.

“This, is our infiltration point!” Turtle explained

“Ain’t that where we busted out from last time?” Questioned Tsunami.

“That’s right. Not barging in through the entrance is one of the basics of phantom thievery!”

“How exactly were we supposed to know that?!” Tsunami questioned, as Clay nodded in agreement

“I’ll teach ya the ropes as we go. Come on now, follow me!” Turtle told them as he jumped to surprising heights, as Clay and Tsunami were left alone to talk to one another.

“So, uh… sorry for draggin’ you into all of this, you really don’t deserve to be wrapped in my shit…But, UGH! I just can’t forgive that bastard for doing whatever the hell he wants! And I hate that my mom just lets it happen because he kisses her ass, they’re both the worst!…Really, though, thank you for comin’ along, I owe you big time man!” Tsunami told him, as Clay smiled back at her

“Hey, I wouldn’t have it any other way! If I gotta fight 50 castles worth of your problems, I’d still help you out, what else are friends for?…so…do you want to hold onto me while I make that jump?” Clay asked, as Tsunami snorted for a moment, before answering

“That would be appreciated, yeah.” Tsunami said as she went onto and held onto Clays back, and he jumped through into the castle, keeping himself steady to keep pressure off Tsunamis wing.

“Man, this place is almost as creepy as last time…” Tsunami stated as she hopped off of Clays back.

“Mm-hm, just make sure to do as I say, all right?”

“Gotcha!” Clay and Tsunami stated simultaneously as they followed behind Turtle into the Castle.

[bluesgras]

Heya! Thought you'd like some stuffies too! STUFFIES FOR EVERYONE :D

they are weighted and come with a lil pocket to put an ice pack in if you need it! happy snugglin!

(PS: pay no mind to the stuffatello, there are no evil schemes here :3c)

I could not tell you the context if I tried! But hey, donnie has a plush now, neat

[aimishix]

a vERYY overdue request for @jl1970 ♥️ !! I'm very happy with this drawing, hope you like it! 🫶

[stellari-s]

Hi again! You have all the time you need (it's also important to rest (≧ ◡ ≦)💕) how ithaqua will react when it sees the reader wearing a maid with cat ears and tail

I will help you if I have any ideas for you to write ithaqua blogs, if it is not annoying to give more request 😅

💖

hi hi, silvi! thanks for your patience and the request too 🥹🙏 i had fun writing this but i also couldn't help to put in a tiny bit of angst too... and no worries! please give me your ideas. i wanna hear them all 👀

request; yes, for @silvi-otaku and they are open! feel free to send me requests through my inbox or dm 🤲

wc; 951.

tags; gn! maid! reader, default! ithaqua, some romantic vibes, ithaqua being slightly possessive, can be romantic or platonic, some angst, some mild signs of self-harm.

summary; clad in a maid dress with cat ears and tail to boot, you decide to clean ithaqua's room.

knock, knock.

a bout of nervousness causes your heart to beat out of your chest as you wait from the other side, clutching the hem of the black dress you were made to wear because you lost a game of truth or dare.

now as a punishment, you have to wear a maid dress with cat ears and a tail while cleaning one of the hunter’s rooms of your choice.

for a little bit, it’s silent, and you almost breathe a sigh of relief. almost - you celebrated too early, as the door opened, your eyes meeting with a face concealed by a white mask and a hood that somewhat matches your own.

ah, i thought he would be away… “h-hi, ithaqua.”

“(y/n)?” ithaqua tilts his head. “why are you in those clothes?” his evident confusion notwithstanding, he opens the door wider to let you in the relatively simple room.

you aren’t sure if you should answer at first, but you don’t want to just leave him unanswered either, so after some thought you open your mouth to reply. “i lost a game, and this is the punishment.” you avert your eyes, unable to hide the blush forming on your cheeks.

ithaqua is completely silent at first, and eventually the self-consciousness causes you to break the silence. “are you thinking of how to make fun of me?”

you reach up, about to take off the cat ears in an attempt to keep some sense of dignity, but then ithaqua stops you, his hands gently gripping your wrists. “if it’s a punishment,” he says, “you should see it to the end, right?”

you can’t help but feel baffled at his words as you mutter under your breath, “are you a sadist or something?”

with a shrug, you can hear ithaqua chuckle, his laugh containing a somewhat singsong quality. he doesn’t goad you further though. “i can give you a reason then?” his voice raises as if he’s asking a question, but it’s clear to you that he still intends to go through with it, regardless of your response.

“like what?”

“if you’re like this”—ithaqua reaches for you, his gloved fingers brushing along the cat ears you’re wearing—“then we can sort of match.”

come to think of it, his hood is kind of shaped like cat ears.

“what about the dress? and the tail?”

ithaqua seems to be in thought for a moment, his thumb and index finger on his chin. but then he taps his own mask gently. “maybe i’ll take this off, just for you.”

“maybe, you say?”

“maybe.”

you let out a sigh, but you have to admit the offer is quite tempting. going through this so-called punishment for a chance to see what may lie behind that mask? you have never seen him unmask before you, so naturally you feel at least somewhat curious about what’s beneath that white mask. is it pale skin like porcelain that only bathes in the moonlight? or is it full of scars from previous battles? does he have eyes that would remind you of glass, or perhaps a peaceful night? would he have a mischievous smile on his face as he laughs?

you don’t know, but it’s a lie to say you don’t want to know.

curiosity kills the cat, as they say.

“alright,” you concede, “i’ll do it. but only take off your mask if you feel comfortable.” even though you can only see his mask, you could practically feel him in a good mood from where you are standing. “i’ll go and grab cleaning-”

“let me go grab those. you stay here,” ithaqua says, heading to the door.

“huh? i can do it on my own though.”

your protest seems to fall on deaf ears though. “shh, it’s okay. i’d rather you not show this to anyone else.”

his words come off so casually that for a few moments the implication behind those words don’t process completely in your head. “wh, wait-!”

before you can finish your retaliation, ithaqua closes the door behind him, leaving you in the room for a while. with your words only falling on deaf ears now, you resign with a sigh and look around the room.

there’s honestly not a lot to clean here, though you notice as you run your fingertips along the tabletop that some dust has accumulated there. there’s a simple bed, along with a small fireplace that looks like it hasn’t been used in a long while, though there is firewood there already. some decorations sit atop the fireplace, but what catches your eye the most is a dark, opaque cloth over a tall structure of some sorts.

narrowing your eyes, you move the cloth aside. beneath the cloth is a large mirror.

the surface is cracked in the center, and some dark stains are in the center, where it’s most shattered. probably blood.

you can see your distorted reflection, wearing the maid dress, cat ears and cat tail.

for a moment, your heart starts to feel heavy upon this sight, and the silence blanketing over doesn’t help either. you don’t have much time to wallow though, as the door opens once again, and in a rush you pull the cloth over once again, trying your best to hide the fact you were just looking around.

ithaqua approaches you before holding out some cleaning supplies.

“good luck, miss cat maid (y/n),” he says, unable to conceal a laugh that sounds like music.

despite his teasing tone, you can’t feel mad. “...remember your promise, and remember it well,” you reply, taking the supplies.

you clean the room thoroughly, everywhere but that large cloth covering a dark shadow of the past.

[snzinite]

Eunectes

SNZ STATLINE: 6/10 wetness, 4/10 mess, 2/10 pitch, 7/10 volume

"HUUU(R)'ESSSS(C)HH'ew."

deep, harsh, and forceful

clenches teeth

sometimes adds other consonants to the sound (sort of like a HUU'BLESSHH'ew etc) but otherwise fairly consistent especially for the release

decent amount of spray just from the amount of force alone

never really super messy despite that, or at least not as much as you might expect

usually sneezes in twos, sometimes threes separated by half a second. rarely ever a single sneezer, she gets suspicious if there's only one

each sneeze in a given fit gets a little louder, harsher, and wetter

tell-tale nose scrunch a few seconds before she starts to sneeze

sucks in a big lungful of air before each sneeze

sneezes down toward her chest/the floor (not really on herself if she can help it but it's not like it would bother her if she did)

other than her head she doesn't really move all that much when she sneezes, just scrunches her body inwards with the force. really visible in her tail though (and her chest if they're forceful enough)

this is because if she tries to do anything else the contraction of her muscles while sneezing fucks it up

she tries not to hold anything while sneezing for this reason; her grip will clench and she's STRONK

she holds the post-sneeze pose for a little to make sure there aren't any more before shaking her hair back out of her face and licking up any wetness that made it on her face with a decisive tongue-flick (snek)

does not stifle or hold back, ever. the feeling of needing to sneeze but being unable to is the worst feeling ever to her

the only time she really minds sneezing is when she has to do delicate mechanic/electronic work, it really throws a wrench into things

seriously. she has accidentally thrown a wrench while sneezing.

does not care about sneezing in front of people and barely ever acknowledges being blessed

doesn't cover unless she's in danger of sneezing on something or someone that isn't herself, in which case she'll sneeze on her hand, arm, tail, cleavage, whatever. it doesn't really matter to her

just naturally a very sneezy person. if you share a room with her for more than half an hour you'll witness a fit probably

no allergies, but gets sick very easily. illness usually just makes her really congested, but its like swelling/pressure instead of snot

it does make her nose more sensitive to touch and smells though

which is bad when she has to do mechanic work. oil and metal smell pretty strong...