#is the best darn pet in this game

[fridka]

It’s a holiday today here so I’ve been doing a whole lot of this and a whole lot of not much else

Adalina the huntress, Magina the plainstrider and Crystal the sprite darter, wotlk EU

[easy-there-leftovers]

I See You, Darling (3)

[Astarion x reader] As I mentioned in a previous post, this came along surprisingly easier than the last one. The same can’t be said about the quality though maybe– sorry for that. :,DDD|Word count: 2.6k.| 

Content Warnings: Mentions of cooking, handling knives, blood, one sex joke (lol), the normal warnings that you’d associate with the game

Part 2 here!!

Next Part here!!

As an outsider to most of everyone’s problems, you find your place by helping in whatever way you can. Even if that may be at the expense of your own comfort, but at least it’s been fun so far.

Alternatively: Reader can't catch a break from anything, can they?

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Being resident camp caretaker was surprising, for lack of a better term. You were away from the stresses of technology, corporate assholes, and disappointing family with your choice to pursue unpractical careers. Instead living the “cottagecore lifestyle” of foraging for food and cooking with a cauldron that those from the digital world claimed to be the best. What they failed to mention were the incessant pests coming in to nibble through rucksacks if you were not careful, and the occasional swarms of ants or flies coming in to nip at your flesh.

The experience was a mixed bag, so it would seem. But the tired smiles that the group would give you when you greet them with a warm and filling meal was always a comfort that you would have.

And it would seem they needed it now more especially than ever.

Your band of misfits planned to venture out and defeat the goblins at their camp in order to aid the tieflings’ journey to Baulder’s Gate. Per your instruction, you convinced the more solipsistic members of the benefits of eradicating the sect. Namely, they wouldn’t hinder you as much in the future if they were taken care of. Hence your plan to slightly increase the amount of portions for supper tonight.

By twilight, you had a good broth steeping in your cauldron. The camp having returned just a few moments prior from an earlier excursion. You were making a pottage that the others have expressed their enjoyment for. A stew of sorts that you had made when you had quite the number of items that would have spoiled before consumption had you not done anything about it. A mixture of fruits and meat, stewed in a consomme of a pig’s head and various mushroom caps. 

This time around, you’ll be using fresher ingredients to hopefully lift their spirits.

As you’re chopping up fruits, you think about all that’s happened to you and possible explanations for why your character suddenly ceased to exist in order to make room for you.  What’s more is that no matter how many nights pass, you never end up waking from your dream. Which you fear is lasting longer than your usual ones.

Your working theory is that whatever force, be it magic or fate, tethering you to this world is also responsible for removing Tav. Astarion claimed that he couldn’t remember the finer details when you had confronted  him. And so you settled with that hypothesis. That like how a thread that unravels opens a seam in a garment, a new thread must be used to darn the cloth together again.

You laugh at the disgustingly poetic analogy you created in your head. You fear that you’re becoming more and more deranged as—

“My, aren’t you busy?” The intrusive voice causes the knife to slip out of your hand a bit, thankfully only cutting off a portion of your index finger’s nail. Your shoulders, that were raised in alarm, release their tension after feeling the sudden chill leave your body.

“Astarion,”  Exasperated, you put the knife down on the cutting board to catch your breath for a while. 

“I would greatly appreciate it if you stopped sneaking up on me when I’m doing something dangerous.”

The high-elf offers a mischievous smile in response. “Very sorry, pet. But it’s hardly my fault when you’ve barely been paying attention to me.” There’s regret in his words, but not in his tone.

Because while perhaps it’s an odd interest, he enjoys hearing the quickened pace of your heart. The pulse getting louder, as it stays that way for longer.

“I’d feel sorry for doing so if you were too, but you’re not.”

You laugh out, breath still shaky but steadying slowly, as you pick up your knife again.

 “I heard you’re part of the encampment that’s finishing off the goblins by midmorn.” Chopping the rest of the fruits, you feel his presence move from behind you to off to your side so you can see him from your peripherals.

“Hm? Yes. Although I would have preferred if we didn’t do this at all. It’s too much work, and the goblins could be entertaining! Killing useful spoils seems like an awful waste.” 

This must be the reason why he approached you, to persuade you to call off the hunt. And his unfading smile supports that thought. When you voice said thought, it earns you a playful scoff.

“Don’t you have anything else on your mind other than the parasite lounging in it?”

The mood is light as you say this, the banter welcomed by you both. 

And as you continue to converse, a few eyes begin to follow the two of you. They’ve never really seen Astarion interact with you for this long, at least not away from your private spaces. And even less without hushed voices. The interlocution is definitely a welcome spectacle to them. 

“On my honor, the only thing on my mind is depraved, carnal lust.” He says, proudly. Gesturing to himself with one hand, and the other held high like he was swearing an oath. 

Your closed mouth drops into frown, eyes wide, and your eyebrows skew upwards. A very undignified, but small, squeak coming from the back of your throat. You swore you heard someone groan in disappointment from far away too.

You know full well that the look of shock that you were sporting was by no means attractive, but the flagrant revelation, though not at all out of character, was shocking to have directed towards you. You’ve been trying to romance the elven vampire with your character, only to end up nowhere. Therefore you are completely unsure if the dialogue he was spewing was completely a figment of your imagination, or is, indeed, canon.

The elf in question has seen this expression of yours before. Quite often, too. And while he doesn’t think it a, “pleasant sight,” it is rather… charming to him. 

Whether it be on purpose or not, people have the tendency to be on guard around him, preserving any twitch and sound that could give them away to themselves. Not that much had ever evaded him before with his naturally cunning behavior. But this clearly unscripted response, with the blatant confusion swimming in your eyes, is a rather refreshing sight to see.

“I see–” you clear your throat to lower your voice back to its normal octave. “Well, I’m sure you’ll have plenty of opportunities to uh, bring those thoughts into fruition! Uh–,” You slide the rest of the cut fruits off of your cutting board and into the stew. 

“Is there anything else you wanted to tell me? Something I should know?” You turn to face him. He laughs at first, but then his brows furrow in question, as if he did have something to say and forgot about it or thinks it is no longer an appropriate time to ask. He shakes his head and says something along the lines of, “letting you do all the hard work” and returns to his tent.

But you are not left alone for long as another member of your little ragtag team joins you to ask about dinner. To which you ask them for which meat would be better to toss into it. 

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After dinner, your little rapport concerning the plan and new findings with everyone is adjourned. Some thanked you before they left, and others simply walked away. From what you have learned from them, the Archdruid that was taken prisoner by the goblins was named, “Halsin.” He was a topic of interest as they said he might be able to aid you in your search for moonrise and understanding the Mindflayer worms.

Wyll had also approached you alone after dinner and offhandedly mentioned a dead boar being on the road. He had planned to return to camp with it if it could have been useful, but he had claimed that the animal had been unnervingly light. As if half of its weight was no longer there despite seemingly just keeling over for no reason.

You take note of that in one of your many journals, including additional information about the Archdruid and their kind in general. The book appearing more and more like the game’s quest booklet, with the exception of a few crossouts and colored ink to emphasize each quest’s urgency and relevance to finding a cure. When you successfully rescue the druid of the grove, it seems you will have to move out quite soon after, so you fixed up your pack just a bit to make it easier later on.

You look around, everyone seems to be in their respective areas. Doing whatever it is they usually do  with the exception of Astarion. Though he has been known to either sneak off or hide away from time to time in his tent, so you think nothing of it.

You return to the communal chest, tallying up the remaining supplies and inspecting the wares. You sort the tradeable objects in one rucksack and appraise its worth. The chest also has pieces of gold, some that others have placed, and others you picked up and added. You prefer to let the others keep what they think is valuable to them, and only place what they want to share in the vessel. 

If the party’s gold ever runs out, you think that the rucksack is worth a few nights of food when you travel out again. Assured by this knowledge, you placed your writing materials back in, closed the chest, and turned in for the night.

Maybe this time, you’ll wake up. But you also don’t really want to. Not just yet. 

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As you slept, you wondered about the longevity of your knowledge of the media. You hadn’t finished the game, and although you’ve accomplished a fair bit of it, you worry about how you will face the events to come. One of the only reasons why you haven’t flinched so much at the terrors that occurred was because you had anticipated them. Braced yourself for the dangers ahead.

You fear what might happen when you no longer have that power at your disposal.

Perhaps it's the worry, perhaps it's the stiff, compact ground that you have yet to be accustomed to sleep on despite the bedroll, or perhaps it's the presence of something suddenly cool that stirs you awake. 

But what you did not expect was Astarion’s face hovering over yours to be the reason. Fangs bared, and ready to bite. Your eyes go wide and you let out a small gasp, hands moving up in a gesture akin to clawing at yourself. 

The elf realizes that you’re awake now and he curses. Moving away as you scramble upright just like you did all those nights ago. The look of genuine fear at the prospect of being bitten is apparent on your face, and he feels almost guilty to be greeted with it.

“Please, I wasn’t going to hurt you— I just needed, well, blood.” He says it in a panic. Worried that you might run off, losing his only sure chance, and possibly enraging the rest of the camp.

In this moment, you realized the error in your ways. Astarion had been hunting nearly every other night in the same area. And if you were progressing through the events like how the game did, he couldn’t have had the time nor energy to venture too far after feeding from most of the creatures in the vicinity.

‘The exsanguinated boar…’ You remember.

“You’ve been feeding on animals for the past few nights, haven’t you?”

“It seems like word got around then.” Although unknowingly, he’s referencing what Wyll delivered to you earlier in the night.

“I’m not some monster, I feed on boars, deer, kobolds– whatever I can get. I’m just too slow right now. And with the damned excursion,” He stops himself, complaining is only doing worse for his condition.

“It’s not enough. I feel so…weak. If I just had a little blood, I could think clearer. Fight better.” You’re conflicted. You had no problem offering yourself as your character for him to feed on, but even witnessing that through a disconnected screen was enough to make you feel uncomfortable imagining it. You care about him, want to give him what he deserves, but this…

What’s more is that you know what he’s saying is necessary, not at all overstating how dire his need to satiate his hunger is, making it all the more difficult.

He needs to convince you, if he wants to continue on, that is. Without the presence of the illithid, he resorts to more practical means of doing so. Similar to what he did to many.

Noticing the slight tremor of your hands, he takes the chance to slowly kneel down on your bedroll. Closing the distance between you. He takes your hand, now rougher from the work you do, and meets your shaken gaze with his dark eyes.

“Please. I only need a taste, I swear.” He had meant to tell you before dinner, had he not felt the eyes of the others on the two of you. This discovery is not lost on you. He needs you specifically. And you realize it's out of convenience because you’re an expendable resource. If you pass, the group can venture on, but he also still needs you alive for whatever reason. He can’t have the others finding out, not until they trust him. 

He needs you to trust him. And this is the only way you can help him in this moment.

With that, you strengthen your resolve. 

“I…I trust you, Astarion. But no more than what you need.” A dangerous bet, but you hope it would be worth it.

“Really? I–”

 “Can I trust you on that?” The shock on his face fades, and he agrees.

“Let’s make ourselves comfortable, shall we?” You lay down, preparing yourself to faint during the process and allowing your blood to flow throughout your body. He observes the rapid movement of your eyes as he drapes himself above you. Your sight flitting from anywhere but him and then returning all the same. No doubt that you fear being at his mercy.

He feels almost sorry that you have to do this for him.

So he graces you with what mercy he can give.

The bite is quick. You would have felt the flesh of your neck parting for him, had he not done so. You feel tears prick at your eyes and start to feel the area from your neck and upwards go cold.

A momentary, sharp pain, that lulls to a chilling numbness in what seems like a matter of seconds.

You feel his body start to grow warmer at your expense and you feel satisfied knowing that you could help him.

When he doesn't stop, you start to worry.

Your breath catches in staccato beats, pulse quickening in tandem. You try to stop him, hands coming up to push or tug, but the heavy sensation that washes over you only permits them to find purchase on his form.

You try to speak, but it seems as if the common tongue does not reach him.

Your mind goes into overdrive, all of a sudden it doesn’t feel like a dream anymore and genuine fear courses through your veins.

You need him to stop, and you try to think of more efficient ways of doing so.

But your mind starts slowing as well. The pain has certainly faded, but the presence of the vampire at your throat reminds you in case you’ve forgotten.

As a last ditch effort, you try to use whatever might appeal to him, to break him out of the trance that he was in from finally replenishing himself. 

“Isalhal–” One of the few Elvish words you recalled.

The effort thankfully makes him pull back in shock, stopping him. Your eyes finally close, thankful for the reprieve you're finally granted. You hear a distant, “thank you,” and a more distant “shit” before rest takes over.

You worry about waking up tomorrow.

But for now, you’re thankful that Astarion will be able to fight well.

For himself and for everyone else’s sake.

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Karyn Felicidae, Third Floret was a very sneaky floret. She knew that if Mistress had caught her in the act she'd probably be punished in an absolutely embarassing way, but she didn't want to dwell on that while she carefully cut a small piece of ribbon. The last time Maryn was caught with scissors, and god forbid, cutting some material, she was put into a doll-body with no motor control for a week! Mistress was especially mean to her during that time, making her say such embarrassing things like how she "loved her Mistress so much" and that "she would always be a good girl" and and and...

A small mental hiss of xenodrugs stopped the thoughts from going off-course. her spine-friend, her Haustoric Implant, she reminded herself. She needed to stay on travk while she built this... what was it she was building again? No matter. She laid the ribbon into a bath of ichor-black goop before placing it on the handheld structure, smiling as it contracted into a small, loose curl before the substance grew transparent, showing the shining silk underneath.

"Darn 'fini and their dumb... stuff." Karyn muttered to herself as she placed a green rod into the contraption, nodding to herself as she watched everything warp around it, accepting the additional mass and shifting it about, adding onto the figure in front. This was absolutely helping her escape plans of finally rejoining her crew before launching her attack on the stars-darned evil plants that gave her this pretty dress and fancy collar...

Who knows what they've done to her head, though! She might be a brainless slave working in the mines and all this was right now was a machination of her mind! Perishing that simply idioitic thought, Karyn simply fitted the final piece of glass into the masterpiece of an escape tool before leaning back, taking in the full thing in all its two-foot wonder. Green strips of material swung around and around, creating ropes and intricate patterns implying a greater depth to the humanoid model. Moss and red ribbon laid on the top, creating a facsimile of terran hair. Half-moon glasses sat in front of a pair of diamond gemstone eyes.

"Perfect!" A voice harmonied Karyn's, looking upon the mkdel figure of herself. "Look at all that detail, pet! Aren't you proud~!"

Karyn turned around to see her. Mistress Dandel Felicidae, 12th bloom, clapping a pair of woven vined hands together excitedly. The doll in her hands being a significantly downscaled version of the being towering over her. "Fear me, plant lady! My escape is assured woth this!" Karyn pushed the doll towards Dandel, who simply laughed in reaction.

"Of course it is, sweetie! Now come on, let's get you to go for a bath~ then you'll totally get rescued by your pinnates!" Dandel replies, picking up the doll with a single vine, to add to the collection on a shelf of "escape tools", like the adorable knitted sweater she got for her Coreday, or a bookmark made so she wouldn't lose her place in the adorable floret's domestication contract.

"Can we use the purple class A shampoo again? Please?" Karyn batted her eyes as the both walked to the bathroom. "The overnet said it makes me immune to head scritches! And the "class A" meant "Anti-Affini"!"

Dandel laughed jovially. Making a closed overnet where it was only her and the floret was the best decision ever. "Of course petal. You're surely going to be unstoppable if you're immune to head-scritches~"

Funnily enough, Karyn Felicidae was never immune to head scritches, and lost tonight's game of "can she escape the compact" (she never wins~)

[venusandsaturnsrings]

Okay lemme just

I have jjk brainrot and lemme just try to categorise my thoughts instead of letting them go !!!!!!!!

GOJO:

-Special grade teaser, this man will have you begging and edging you till you're crying

-def into letting you wear his blindfold, bonus if you're tied up

GETO

Pet play, corruption kink, need i go on- also if going with bottom Geto, def whimpers if you tug on his hair

MEGUMI

Purely basing this on an rp i had with a friend- lactation kink. Absolutely down for 3 somes with his SO + Yuji, we stan a bi king

SUKUNA

Blood kink, marking, anyway he can show off that you're his. Prolly bites you on the darn daily

MAHITO (making this extra long for you <3)

Hear me out- virgin but freaky AF

Watersports, spit, blood, cum, he's down for anything

Def has fantasies about carving his name into his fav human toy (you <3) preferably on the chest for all to see

Wil push you to your limits, prolly sucks at aftercare but can be bribed ibto beibg the best with it jn return for some new games and toys *nudge nudge wink wink*

Bonus-

Geeting double penetrated by Mahito and Foul Legacy Taru <3

IM LISTENING IM HEARING U OUT IM BRAINROTTING WITH U!! i’m crafting up a silly au where everyone lives and no one suffers and everyone gets to be happy and go to uni together and and and… so given that, i’m writing gumi n junpei as over 18!! crazy to think about but in canon time im younger than all of them… fucked up how time works huh… ANYWAYS…

includes: this is just general headcanons building off what you said my dearest + adding a couple of my own thoughts!! has Gojo, Geto, Megumi, Sukuna, Mahito, and Junpei bc he is so special to me <3 i am one of 3 Junpei kinnies on this planet i swear…

i’m not a major Gojo fucker, if anything we have hate sex that is fuelled by pent up arousal and being big time touch starved… but the idea of him using his blindfold on you?? oh dear oh my… it’s both a big step in trust and vulnerability. given that he finds not having his eyes covered to be immensely overwhelming, i imagine there’d be a strong bond between him and his partner to do this. he’s used to seeing you through the way he detects energy, it’s second nature to him, but he’ll never quite get over what it’s like to actually see you with his real eyes. his fingertips are shaking and he can’t seem to look at anything other than your face twisted in pleasure as he denies you your nth release of the day; it’s a carnal satisfaction. he tends to be very mouthy and loud whenever you’re going at it but with you splayed out in front of him like this, your body shielded by absolutely nothing, he’s rather quiet as he takes in every inch of you. it’s a form of depraved worship, in a way, that he feels so compelled to hardly even breathe to appreciate you and only you as much as he possibly can.

i’d be a liar if i said i wasn’t terribly down bad for Geto. long-haired men get me good and he’s no exception… he’s 100% into pet play and corruption you hit the nail on the head!! it’s half a control thing and half a desire to please, he doesn’t feel a lot of power over his life and being able to get some of that from what you two do together his cathartic. he’s partial to cat girls, having a little kitty for him to play with and to kneel at his feet brings him satisfaction like nothing else. Geto is also the best at aftercare!! he’s very tender in how he treats you, already having a nice warm bath and a glass of water ready… anything you need, just ask, he’d give the world to stay by your side as long as he possibly can.

prior to this ask, i’d never actually thought of Megumi before… but, hear me out, going off of his thing of sharing you with Yuji, i think he’s into being cucked. i’m sorry to be the one to say it but to my core i believe this is true and canon… when it’s just the two of you, Gumi has the tendency to get a bit nervous and lost at times so seeing someone he trusts so deeply take the reigns and really work to make you feel good without hesitation gets him going. sometimes he does get a bit jealous of the way Yuji palms at your tits or the way he gets you to squeal so loud but ultimately he knows you’re his. even if Yuji offered to snag you away, you wouldn’t accept because Gumi is the one you want (reassure him from time to time though). plus, after watching so many times, he gains a better grasp on what to do!! i think he also likes letting Yuji instruct him on just how to fuck you proper. <3

Sukuna… you are a man of many wonders and arms. he is absolutely the biggest biter of them all!! will use his normal mouth most of the time but really enjoys using his stomach mouth to nip at your ass when he’s plowing you from behind as the way you yelp in surprise never fails to get him going. he loves that having four arms means he can keep your hips still, choke you, and grope at whatever skin he wants all at the same time; there’s never a part of your body that goes missed. despite his claims of not caring about humans, there’s nothing that he loves more than having you dangle off his arm and getting to touch you in a way nobody else ever could. also, two cocks absolutely. prepare yourself to be stuffed full, he’s partial to having them both balls deep in your pussy.

FREAKY VIRGIN MAHITO IS REAL!! he’s all about experimenting so there’s really nothing he wouldn’t try honestly, it’s more of a challenge to convince him to not do certain things *shivers*… but that does come with a lot of bonuses seeing that he won’t write off anything so it’s free game for you!! odds are he’ll enjoy anything so long as he learns something from it, if it gets him off then even better. he’s naturally most interested in anything that’ll induce pain, emotional or physical, and things that allow him to be in complete control (submitting to a human? fat chance). Depending on how exactly he sees you, and how ooc you’re willing to take, you’re either going to be a good ol fashion pump n dump that he brutally slaughters OR you’ll end up being his forever pet that he won’t let out of his sight for more than fifteen seconds… both are a unique form of suffering but it’s Mahito, so there’s really no white picket fence ending option… regardless, prepare yourself to be used in the grossest ways. he’s got a particular fondness for watersports and anything that results in blood, with a preference for knife play and good ol aggressive biting, simply because he likes seeing you become a filthy depraved mess even when he’s being so cruel. i have a vague concept for a human au but even then he’s a nasty freak with no boundaries!!

adding Junpei onto this because he’s so dear to my heart and also the biggest incel. affection doesn’t come easy to him especially when it’s sexual, he finds being on the receiving end to feel as though it’s only because you pity him. try as you might, convincing him otherwise is going to take some time but he has no problem understanding his own feelings to be true although he’s shy… major panty sniffer alert, he’s too scared to actually try anything with you but he’s got his needs!! stealing a cute white cotton pair from your hamper is the next best thing to him and he’ll spend the next week with them pressed to his face whenever he’s alone, dick rutting into his hand messily. it’s subconscious but he also has a habit of stalking you around a little bit when he’s too nervous to actually talk to you but he swears it’s an accident!! he didn’t mean to learn your whole schedule it’s just that he sees you doing certain things more often!! he’s supposed to be on the other side of the city at that time for work?? you’re delusional, he was just… sent there for some sort of project, nothing weird at all he’d never!! huge whiner btw, babbles a lot when he’s finally fucking you.

[thehusbandoden]

Jealousy -Aizawa Shota x Reader

A/n: last one for the night. If I write another one I'll post tomorrow <33

General info:

Genre: fluff, crack, slight angst // wc: 705

Summary: Shota gets jealous over his cats stealing all of your attention.

"Oh Mew, you're too cute!" You coo, causing Shota to smile. In the beginning of your relationship you and Mew didn't get along well, so it made him happy that the fluffy white cat liked you.

As you erupted into giggles Shota couldn't help but grin, he loved your laugh, it was so unique. He always found laughter annoying and did his best to avoid it, but ever since the first time he heard you laugh he fell- and he fell hard.

And now his life mission is to make you laugh every day.

"Kitty it's dinner ti-"

"I love you so much Mew, you're so gorgeous!" You chirp, causing Shota's grin to lower into a slight smile.

"Y/n love, it's time for dinn-"

He was once again interrupted as you howled in laughter, hurrying to detach Mew from Haru, the cat you and Shota had picked out from the shelter when you started dating.

"Mew, be nice to Haru!" You giggle, gently scolding the two cats with a grin plastered on your face.

"Y/n-"

Again, he went ignored, causing him to frown.

As Shota watched you play with all three of the cats jealousy settled itself in the pit of his stomach.

Why were you paying so much attention to those darned cats instead of him?! He didn't get those hairballs for you to replace him, so why were you?!

Even though Shota knew that his jealousy was silly he couldn't help but huff, placing your plate on the table as he sat down to eat, glaring at you as you continued to play, cuddle, and coo at the cats.

After finishing dinner he huffily stood up and walked past you, catching your attention.

"Oh Shota, is dinner ready yet?" You ask, causing him to huff, a pout stuck on his lips.

"..Sho? What's the matter?" As Shota walked away you frowned, stepping into the kitchen to check up on dinner. The food was finished and put away, his plates were in the sink, and your plate was on the table. Sighing in confusion you sit down and eat, smiling as the cats play amongst themselves.

After eating you make sure the cats' food and water bowls are filled and give each cat a pet before heading towards your shared bedroom, worried about your Shota.

Stepping in, your frown deepens as you see Shota as far away from your side of the bed as possible.

Sho, what's wrong? It's not even seven yet, weren't we gonna watch a movie or play a board game?" You ask, walking over to rub his shoulder comfortingly.

"You seem content on spending time with the cats, you should just get back to that."

"What are you talking ab-"

As his words sunk in you couldn't help but giggle.

"A-are you jealous of the cats?!" You ask, causing Shota's pout to deepen.

"N-no..."

"Are you sure~?"

"No.."

Smiling, you pull Shota off of the bed- much to his complaint.

"C'mon ya big baby! Let's go cuddle on the couch." You chirp, causing him to pout a little less than before.

After dragging Shota to the couch you shoo off Haru before sitting down, pulling Shota with you before moving him so his head rests in your lap.

Petting his head gently you gaze down at him, causing him to slightly blush.

"Shhh it's okay baby. Those silly kitties aren't anything compared to you" You whisper, grabbing Shota's hand to leave a kiss to his palm.

"I know that! You just.. ignored me." Shota huffed, burying his pink face into your thigh.

"Aww I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, honest." You reply, moing Shota's face to lean down and leave a kiss to his lips.

"C'mon baby, I'm sorry! What if I cuddle you all night? Then will you stop being so pouty?"

As Shota shook his head no you titted yours, thoughts taking over your focus.

"What if I give you lots and lots of kisses?" You ask, eyes sparkling as you grin down at him.

"Hmm you can try, but I'm gonna need a lot of kisses.

Giggling, you lean down to pepper his face in kisses, knowing for a fact that he was just milking it now.

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John Doe (Joker) x reader

I would have never written this if my friend doesn't show me the game. I've been avoiding it cuz of the ship but now i fell for yet another ver of joker. The bruce x selina in the game is so darn cute tho^^ ty friend

Gn!reader

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Sitting at a restaurant with John in front of you. He had a wide smile on his face, just happy to be here, with you.

He has been having issues with expressing his love towards Harley. If he'd asked you you'd say shes no good for him. But you didn't wanted to break the poor guys heart.

He had asked you many questions including dating.

"Why should i answer that? Im not Harley"

"Just, just try please, i know you're good with impressions!"

Sighting but you gave in. He gave out a chuckle.

"If i brough you a flower would you like it? Would a poem be too much? What should i even say? What should i start the conversation with?"

You tried your best answering them. He usually gave you a nod or asked you to explain further.

After too many questions you stopped him.

"You know i think you should just be yourself..."

"But how? If i don't even know who i am.."

"If you keep pretending to be something you're not, you're gonna get tired of it. It won't feel natural ya know? If you be yourself, it'll have this comfortable feeling to it. Like you don't have to try too hard to be something ur not. You wouldn't want someone to fall in love with just a pretend. I think ur sweet and caring John. You deserve love"

He stared at you, almost surprised?

"Im sure you'll find yourself. Who you ment to be"

"W-wow, if i could blush i would!"

You just smiled at him

"Thanks a lot really! You always know what to say, im so happy. I want to be as wise as you one day!"

He got up and went over to hug you. You just petted his shoulders. Poor guy, he deserves better than anyone in that rotten Pack. Even if you were part of it.

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He made you feel kind of warm inside..He did take pictures of you and hanged them around his room.

He sure isn't shy to be loud about his love. But is it really just friendship he wants?

He stared at you often. He is always so happy to see you, waving and yelling hi at you.

He could yap for hours. What he loved so much about you is that you would always listen.

When a mission was on he'd already made the decision that hes going with you. He would think it was natural.

He loves spending activities with you. He'll remember all your interests.

The guy sometimes follows you around like a lost puppy.

Your smile made him feel all warm and fuzzy. He loves to stay in your presence

He loved to see you fight, it get his adrenalin pumping.

He wanted to impress you so bad. With his jokes, with his 'strength'. With his colourful sense of style..

He did feel uneasy whenever someone got a bit too close to you. You're his best friend not theirs! He just couldn't figure out that what he felt was jealousy.

He wouldn't deny the fact that you're quite handsome/pretty.

Oh could it be? He slowly placed the puzzles together in his head. Maybe, maybe he did wanted to be more than friends. But would you return his love? Is he good enough for you?

Thats it, he gotta make the perfect plan so you'll fall in love with him for sure! Oh he can't wait, to hold,kiss and hug you.

[bundrops-n-fluffytops]

Screw it

Welcome Home Age Regression HCs

Wally 🍎

Usually from 1-3, can regress older

Can be voluntary or involuntary

Can be a bit of a brat sometimes? Especially if you seem to break his routine, that makes him pretty upset

Otherwise he’s just a super sweet baby

Autistic age regression let’s gooooo

He’s always seen with his childhood blankie, you can’t pull them apart

Like seriously

Don’t even attempt to break them apart, he’ll just throw a fit and start crying

He also LOVES apple slices and apples in general, it’s his same food

The best kinda baby for a playdate!! He’ll play house with ya, princess dressup, he’ll read books with you, he’s just a playful lil guy

Pretty much anyone can be his cg, but they’re usually either Barnaby, Julie, Howdy, or Poppy

He called Barnaby “pubby” once and it drove the dog to tears, he can never recover

I also hc him to be a cat regressor? He’s got those eyes and likes to bat things off of counters and stays up to ungodly hours

Lil weird ass meow meow

Barnaby 🐾

Primarily a pet regressor, it’s way too easy to figure out

Unusually easy to slip as well

Wally starts playing with him and he’s just immediately into puppyspace

Was kinda scared of people finding out bc he thought they would be confused, but they’re super supportive!!

Frank: “It was obvious, you’re a dog of all things.”

His favorite toy to chew on is either Wally’s slippers or his stuffed mouse

When he’s not in puppy regression, he can also (rarely) age regress to 5-10 yrs

The best big brother!!

If Wally and Barnaby regress together, he’s usually the one taking the reins and playing the “parent”

Occasionally he’ll snap out of regression if someone else is regressing while he is, just so he can help take care of them

He’s got older brother cg vibes, I swear

Julie 🌸

Surprisingly quiet when it comes to regression, but does it religiously

Usually down to toddler age, around 2-5 yrs

Has a MOUNTAIN of plushies, she practically sleeps in a big pile of them

There’s at least 7 separate hello kitty ones

She’s a big fan of cats in general, she’ll pretend that she has a pet kitty and use one of her plushies

Their name is Violet Twinkletoes :>>

Loves to do lil playdates with Frank and Wally, regressed or not

Tea parties ALL the time, it’s required

Loves to play big sister when others are regressed

Similarly to Barnaby, she’ll break out of regression if she notices others starting to go small, just so she can take care of them

She loves giving and getting lullabies

Pretty hard to get to sleep, she’ll probably just start jumping up and down on her bed before she tires herself out

Sally ☀️

Terrible twos, 2-4 yrs old

Princess regressor to a capital T

Super bossy, loud, loves to wear pretty dresses, just an all-around theater baby

Loves watching musical recordings, her favorite is Cats

“TOUUUUUCH MEEEEEE ITS SO EEEEAAAASSSY TO LEEEEEAVE MEEEEEEEEEEE”

Surprisingly easy to get to bed, she knows she needs the energy tomorrow for games so she just clocks out

Just don’t take away her tv, she can’t live without it

Her favorite show would definitely be My Little Pony, she loves the colors and the characters and how pretty everything is

She has a bunch of My Little Pony figurines in her drawers and on the floor

Very messy toddler too, but she’s willing to clean up when she needs to

It takes her a bit to notice if someone is feeling bad, but when she does she’s their BIGGEST support

Frank 🦋

The smartest baby, but also the grumpiest

Only regresses to deal with stress and anxiety, rarely regresses out of happiness

0-2 yrs, he’s so darn tiny!!

He loves being held, it’s usually his first request when he goes small

He also LIVES for bedtime stories, he always asks for one before bed

Sometimes he’ll sit on your lap and just start spouting facts about insects and butterflies, all with a slight lisp and everything

Knows a bunch of big boy words, but has trouble pronouncing it so he needs your help

Eddie it’s obv his main cg, but he’s also got Julie, Howdy, and Poppy

And Barnaby if he’s tiny enough

Doesn’t have many plushies but he does have a stuffed beetle named Skipper, he’s his best friend

Arguably the most talkative out of all the regressors, he’s always chatting

Eddie 💌

The most prominent flip of the neighborhood

He can go from baby to dad in an instant, he’s that quick to go big again

Has a pretty wide range of age when it comes to regressing, but usually stays in 1-4 yrs

Completely mute when he’s small, he’s either suckin on his paci or his thumb the entire time

Follows his cg like a baby duckling while little, sometimes holding their hand

It’s actually pretty easy to tell when he needs to go small; not talking as much, constantly following someone, probably fumbling with his hands, a lot more shy too

Frank takes care of him ofc, he’s the best dad

Frank would fuss over him a LOT, constantly checking for bruises and stuff, making sure he’s not sick

And he’s just sitting there like 👶

Eddie’s scared of the dark :((

It’s really easy to forget tho; he’ll say just about nothing the whole day, then you tuck him into bed and when you’re leaving you just hear him start crying and being all “hellpppp, don’t goooooo”

He’s stacked with night lights tho

He likes to put a plushy in front of the door, the closet, and underneath his bed so no monsters get him

I like to think that Frank is surprisingly strong for how lanky he is so he can carry is baby husband with little to no struggle

Eddie loves it

Howdy 🐛

Primarily a caregiver!!

Honestly would be such a good dad figure, he’s got four arms to carry four kids!

Would give silly lil nicknames for all the kiddos on the block; buddy, lil man, lil miss, sweetie, pumpkin, etc.

May not be the brightest caregiver but boy is he the sweetest

Would probably accidentally leave one of the kiddos on his back bc he’s got his hands full with the others, so they’re just hanging out behind him

The absolute best at pretend, he’s got stories and character roles all up his sleeves

Frank like to pretend that Howdy is turning into a butterfly, so he pretends he stays in a lil blanket cocoon and then emerges with these plastic butterfly wings on his back

It sends Frank into a frenzy every single time

If someone accidentally goes small at his Bugdega, he’ll drop everything and take them into the nearest bathroom so they can calm down and go small properly

He’ll also sneak a free treat in their pocket if they’re good, only if you’re good

Punishments are hard to give bc he’s pretty easily swayed, so he’ll probably just give you a slap on the wrist and scold you before sending you on your way

He loves his kids and he wants the best for them, he can’t stand to see them upset

Poppy 🐔

This one is the hardest to figure out bc there isn’t much to know about her, but I’ll do my best

TOP TIER MOM OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD

Also a default caregiver like Howdy, they are the ultimate parent duo

Always fussing over her kiddos, she’s got bandaids and Pepto Bismol in every corner of her house

She can be a bit stern when it comes to punishment, but she isn’t downright strict or mean

All she wants is for you to be careful

Her drawers are STACKED with toys, blankets, pacis, outfits, nappys, etc.

She always prepared when something is needed

She is the absolute best baker too; you’ll come to her house and it smells like freshly baked cookies

You can come into her kitchen to find a light snack, she’ll notice and make a whole meal

She’s also a lovely singer, so she’s perfect for lullabies

I like to imagine that if the kids are staying over at her house, they like to cuddle with her bc she’s a big ol bird

She’s got soft feathers!! She can’t help it!!

[goose-duck]

♡Our World♡ (Pt. 6)

Killer x Reader

One piece Killer x you :D

Killer is in our world and he meets you!!

In this one you make cake together :]

pt 5

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Warnings:

Play fighting

NSFW mildly?? Idk, they make out and it's pretty detailed

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The next day I'm wondering around the house looking for something to do while Killer’s reading a book. “Hey. Hey Killer.” I walk over to him and start poking his shoulder. He looks over at me a bit confused at my rather energetic behaviour and puts down his book, “yes..?” he asks almost nervous to know what I want. “let's do something!” I rather excitedly suggest. He hums, thinking about what we could do…it seems he has no ideas either. I start getting impatient so I start walking around the small den area as I wait for him to suggest something. Killer sighs, seemingly not being able to come up with any suggestions for me, “do you have any idea what you want to do?” he finally concedes, asking me as he has no idea what to do with my excess energy. “anything! Wait…you obviously can't come up with something….uhhhhhhh” my groan gets progressively louder as I try to think of something. I then stop and nod to myself, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at Killer. It hits him in the face and he catches it as it falls, giving me a look as I give him a conniving smile.

“let's fight.” I say in a way that makes me sound a little crazy. Killer at this point is used to me being argumentative, having heard me playing video games and seen my interactions with people, he knows I find joy in doing things like this. He agrees to have a pillow fight with me, signalling so with a determined nod. I smack him with my pillow with no hesitation, he hits me back, I notice it's far lighter than he could hit but that's fine, this is more fun when no one actually gets hurt.

After a while of this I drop my pillow and get on my knees on the couch and grab his pillow throwing it to the floor along side mine. I grab his hands and try to push him over, deciding to play fight with the strong man. Killer plays along, not having to try hard to push me back off him as I laugh loudly, enjoying myself greatly. Killer is definitely going easy on me, there's no way in hell I should be having this easy of a time pushing back again this guy. This however doesn't matter much to me in the moment, just having fun being able to be violent with someone in a way that won't get either of us hurt.

He soon starts to laugh along with me, enjoying letting loose a little even if he still has to be careful about it. We continue to play fight for a while until I feel myself getting tired. Killer seems to notice quickly and completely stops pushing against me, letting me fall against him. He holds me gently against him, letting me wiggle around to get comfortable in his lap. My body is sweaty and I'm tired but I'm so darn happy, still giggle in his arms and holding onto him joyously, “we should do that again sometime!” I say to him, my voice cheerful yet breathy. He nods at me, “okay.” he says shortly, now petting my head a bit to help me come down from this high I'm on.

After a while my body lays limply in his arms, my arms wrapped around him like wet noodles as I hold him loosely and he holds me tightly ensuring I won't fall. I look up at him with a tired smile on my face, “you're the best..” I tell him, sounding like I'm about to pass out. He giggles a little petting my head some more, “I am?” he questions, prompting me to nod, “yes sir!” I say with all the enthusiasm and energy I can muster in the moment to prove it to him. I see his smile shift again, looking softer how it often does when I say something he likes.

He notices how sweaty and hot I am as he puts a hand on my arm. “you gonna be okay?” he asks with slight worry that I'd hurt myself. I let out a breathy laugh, “yeah…just…warm…hot even…I bet you think I'm hot.” I say almost thoughtlessly. I see his face turn red and I follow up my words with a joke, “seems like you're hot too!” I try to reach up and poke his nose put I'm too tired, my arm swiftly walling back into a laying position as I try to get it up. I groan at this and opt for sticking my tongue out at him instead. Killer rolls his eyes and yet again follows my lead, sticking his tongue out at me too. I smile and cuddle into his soft hold a bit more, “thanks for asking though…” I mumble against him. He gives a confused sound before processing I'm thanking him for asking if I'll be okay. He then let's out a hum of acknowledgment, now rubbing my sweaty back a little.

I ended up falling asleep on him, having a nap in his arms. This has become normal for us now after sharing a bed for a few days. I always wake up being held securely in his arms, it's nice to not be alone for a change. The plushies are nice and I have plenty of them, but it's just not the same as the warmth of a person who wants to be there with you. Killer had also fallen asleep holding me, adjusting us to a laying position on the couch and laying his head back against the arm rest, me laying on his chest. He felt safe and he felt that I was safe, he quickly fell asleep.

We stayed like this for a few hours, his toned arms preventing me from falling off the couch as I squirmed in my sleep as per usual. He'd pointed it out to me a few days ago how much I move in my sleep. He said it's as if I'm fighting someone and worried it might be him upsetting me. I figured immediately after he'd told me that that must have been why my plushies, pillows and blankets were always on the floor when I woke up, quickly reassuring him that it's not his fault. He didn't seem entirely sure at first until he saw me napping alone on the couch in the living room and saw me throw a pillow in my sleep. He thought it was funny, however he also found it worrying that some part of my subconscious thought I was in danger even in my sleep.

Killer started paying more attention to small details in my behaviour to try and figure out I'd this is just some weird sleep quirk or if I'm actually just constantly on edge. He soon noticed I seem stressed, almost paranoid about some things. The first time he noticed this was after I'd made stir fry on the stove, I'd checked a few times over the next few hours to make sure the stove was actually on and wouldn't even belive him when he tried to reassure me. He assumed I probably have some anxiety or paranoia issue, but why is the lingering question on his mind. He tried to coax some more information out of me about my past but I wasn't very receptive. He'd noticed that too, sometimes it was easy to get information out of me that seems private but other things it was impossible to get me to talk. It seemed like what I deemed personal and not personal was very different from what most would think is.

Everything I did seemed a little off but nothing made me a bad person, just a bit unpredictable. Killer was okay with it from the get go but sometimes my behaviour would have him stressed, much like how his captain’s erratic and aggressive behaviour worries him. He finds my behaviour significantly less extreme in comparison to Kid’s but still gets worried I might take something too far. He finds it a bit comforting that my behaviour is something he's familiar with yet still unique, I'm my own person but I'm familiar enough he can easily be comfortable with me.

He did eventually manage to pry some small peace of information out of me that gave him some semblance of an idea of why I seem like I'm always in danger. I told him of how my father exhibited many of these behaviours and its probably some genetic mental issue. He found this satisfactory at the time but now he wants to know what it is. He'd spent time reading through some of my mother’s old medical books I'd kept to sell later on. He was trying find anything that would give him a clue of what specifically is going on but it wasn't going well, the books were too outdated and he knew it. Books from the 1980’s would mean little in the year 2024.

As he woke up from his nap, me still in his arms he brushes some of my hair out of my face, giving me a worried look, he mumbles to himself, “what is going on with you…” before sighing and holding me a little tighter as if something bad would happen if he didn't. He stays like this for a while as he waits for me to wake up. He reminicess on the past week or so he'd spent with me, it's been nice, far more peaceful than what he's used to on the Victoria Punk with Kid and the crew. Of course he misses them, they're his friends, his family, but he's happy to be here, he's happy to have this opertunity to relax and meet someone like Y/N. Y/N can be a bit of a chaos monster for lactose of a better description but they usually mean well and they seem to have a good understanding of themself and others. Killer hopes he can get to know them as well as they know him.

Eventually I wake up, happy to see Killer still here with me, “hey…” I smile at him softly. He looks down at me, his eyes looking softly into my own, “good afternoon.” he rubs my head a bit before sitting up, me now on his lap. He looks down at me and I look up at him with a cheeky smile. He returns my smile with a confused smile, “what's that look mean?” he inquires. “means I just remembered something!” I say with new found excitement. “I bought cake mix! Let's go make some premade cake!” “what?” “yup!” “explain??” “observe!!”

I quickly get off his lap, standing up with a bit too much enthusiasm and making myself dizzy. I stand there for a few minutes as my vision gets spotty, waiting for it to go away. Killer gives me a worried look and wraps a hand around my upper arm so he can catch me if I collapse. I stand up straight once again and shake my head a little, putting a hand on my forehead as I collect myself, “I'm good, give me a sec..” I tell him as I get myself together and brighten up again. “let's make this cake!!” I bring back all my past energy and pull my arm away from Killer, quickly walking off to the kitchen. Killer follows me, still a little concerned but knowing he can't stop me once I start doing something.

I grab the cake mix from the cupboard and grab a bowl and a whisk and some measuring tools. “Killer?” “Hm?” “You're closer to the fridge, get me some eggs and the milk carton.” He grabs three eggs, being able to hold them all in one hand, causing me to give a shocked look before looking away and pretending what I saw was completely normal. He grabs the milk in his other hand and uses his hip to push the fridge door closed. I giggle a little at this, seeing such a muscular man push a door closed with his hips is cute…maybe it's just Killer that's cute but the specifics aren't that important…right?

Killer walks over and sets the milk down then gently sets the eggs down beside it, “what's next boss?” He asks me, coming up behind me and putting one of his large hands on my hip and kissing the back of my neck…must be his favorite spot to kiss. He then rubs my hip a bit with his thumb before moving to lean against the counter, now awaiting my instructions. I know this man knows how to make a cake but I suppose premade cake mix might be a bit odd to a ‘make it from scratch’ guy.

“Uh…preheat the oven…” I say as I point at the oven. He walks over, “what temperature?” He asks. I look at him like the dumbass I am…I'd already thrown out the box and put the mix in a bowl, “um…the normal one for a cake?” I giggle nervously. He side eyes me but puts the oven on the temperature he thinks it should be. “You're lucky I can bake.” He tells me while giving me a slightly disappointed look. I pout a bit but sigh, knowing he's right, I nod a little before turning to the dry mix. “I think…um…hm…” I make it increasingly clear that I have no idea what I'm doing. He snickers under his breath before picking up an egg and handing it to me, “how've you survived this long on your own? You gotta put the eggs in.” He finds this situation funny, however he really has no idea how I'm still alive. “Uh…how do you uh…haha…so…um…” “can't crack an egg?” “Nooo….yes…maybe…?” “Want me to do it?” “Nuh uh…I wanna try.” “Alright…you've got this.” “Do I?” “Yes, Y/N.”

I deeply appreciate him having faith in me. Every time I'd try to learn something as a child no one trusted me to just try to do it so I never actually learned anything…right now though? With him? I feel like I'm allowed to screw up, I'm allowed to try and I'm allowed to be wrong…it's nice. I smile to myself softly before getting a bit more confident, “I've got this.” I say with some conviction. Killer nods at me then nods his head toward the bowl, ready to watch me do this.

I hit the egg on the side of the bowl…it doesn't crack, I hit it too lightly. I prepare myself to be berated but it never comes. Killer stays quiet and continues to watch me. I look up at him a bit nervously and he encourages me yet again, “try again. You've got this.” I feel the confidence burn in me again as I look at the bowl nervously. I nod and hit the egg a little harder. It cracks this time, it's just a small crack put it did crack. I look up at Killer and give him and excited smile, he gives me a warm look in returns and eyes the egg, redirecting me to it so I can continue. I debate hitting the egg again to get a bigger crack or just trying to pull it open like this. I nervously look at Killer again, he quietly says, “Do what feels right, if it doesn't work, that's okay.” I feel my face warm up a bit and my eyes get watery…no one's ever told me things would just be okay if I was wrong. I shake my head and decide to just pull the egg open. It works, I pull it open and the insides of the egg pour into the bowl.

“I did it!!” I say enthusiastically, still holding the two halves of the egg shell. Killer nods at me, “you did it. Wanna do it again?” He hands me the next eggs and throws out the egg shells, then rests his arms on the counter and watches me. I nod at him and crack the next egg even better than the last. He then holds out the third egg to me and wants for me to take it. I happily take it from him and crack it into the bowl just like the previous two. Killer seems happy with me and I feel happy with myself.

“Do you know what's next?” He asks me, already knowing it'll be the milk but seeing if I'd remembered I even told him to get it out for me. I give him a bit of a look then I see the milk behind him, “milk!” He looks where I'm looking and giggle a little, “yup. Milk.” He grabs the carton and hands it to me, “how much do you need?” “Oh.” “Oh?” “How much do you think we need?” He laughs a bit louder this time, “two cups, sweetheart..” he grabs the measuring cup and sets it down on the counter near me, giggling a little at how I hold the carton with two hands, “heavy?” “Nuh uh!” “Alright…fafa” I roll my eyes and set the carton down on the counter to screw the lid off, knowing I can't hold it in one hand. I then stand there for a second, lid in one hand, carton on the counter with my other hand on it, “...did you call me ‘sweetheart’?” I ask Killer, a bit bashful. “Prefer a different name?” He asks. “Nah..call me whatever you'd like, Kil.” I say, my smile being heard in my voice. He hums in response, a light dusting of blush on his face as I call him ‘Kil’ again.

I then pick up the carton with both hands and start pouring it into the measuring cup, causing Killer to laugh again, “see, you need both hands for that.” I give him a glare and set the milk down at the one cup mark, “show me how you do it then?” I say with aditude. We then switch places and he picks up the milk carton with one hand and holds the measuring cup in his other hand so he can get a better look at where the milk is at. He then easily pours it in and I glare at him the entire time. When he finishes I clap sarcastically and he giggles at me. “You were right, okay?” I say annoyed. He nods and pours the milk into the bowl, putting the measuring cup in the sink and the milk carton back in the fridge.

I give Killer a smirk and start speaking, “hey…Killer…” I get close to him and put a hand on his arm and run my fingers along the groves of his muscles, “since you're so big and strong how about you mix the batter..?” I say sweetly, giving him a slightly menacing look knowing I can easily push off the duty of mixing to him. The red on his face darkens and he puts a hand on my hip, “for a kiss I will..” he says to me, returning my energy. I smile at him, “deal.” I give him a less sloppy kiss than last time, it lasts a little longer, still only a few seconds and it's a bit softer, less nervous. He has his hands on my hips and I have one hand on his chest and the other on his hip, trying to push myself up to reach his stupid handsome face. Why do one piece men always gotta be tall? He's even on the more normal side of them!!

I end the kiss and look up at him, blowing him a quick kiss before going to sit down in the dining room to watch him mix the batter. I watch as his muscles flex and his arms move smoothly…the expression on his handsome face. I love watching this man, everything he does, he's amazing. He notices my loving gaze and this time initiates the playful tongue sticking out. He sticks his tongue out at me, his tongue piercing reflecting the sun coming through the window and making me giggling, soon sticking my tongue out too. He then returns to mixing and I return to admiring him and his entire existence.

After a few minutes he finishes up, putting the batter into a cake pan and putting it in the oven, setting the timer on the oven. He then walks over to me, “20 minutes. What do you wanna do?” I smile at him, “kiss you.” he turns bright red and I smirk at him, feeling my entire body heat up as I realize what I'd said. I then decide to go with it, obviously I want to this, even if I normally wouldn't have said it. “yes. That's what I want. Kiss me, handsome!” I say, clearly embarrassed but not backing down. He chuckles and puts his index and middle fingers under my chin, making me look up into his eyes. He's checking to be sure I mean it and showing me he wants this too. “you sure?” he asks, not just taking the look in my eyes as a yes. “yeah, I wanna kiss you until I can't anymore..” I say, no longer filtering my thoughts. He nods, “I want that too.”

He leans down and kisses me gently, using his free hand to hold himself up with the table. I kiss back, a little nervous, not expecting this to actually happen but being excited. He moves his hand from under my chin to my hip as I relax into the kiss, getting more used to the feeling. He pulls away a bit to breathe some and allowing me to breathe a bit. He then quickly moves his lips back to mine, still kissing me sweetly, not wanting to scare me off. I want more though and I want him to know I'm comfortable with that. I grab his hair and pull it a bit. He pulls away from me, “want me to stop?” “nuh uh…just uh…do what you want…I'll let you know if I don't like it.” “okay.” I'm happy he trusts me to tell him if I'm not happy with what's going on. I trust him to listen.

He starts getting tired of having to lean over to kiss me so he kneels on the floor in from of me and looks up at me as I'm now above him. He grabs one of my hands and kisses the palm before reaching up with both his hands and pulling my face down, his lips connecting with my own. I'm unsure what to do with my hands so I just put them over his, holding them tightly as Killer pushes his tongue into my mouth. He feels me squeeze his hands tightly and gets a little worried I'm unhappy. I feel him start to pull away so I bite his tongue a little. He seems shocked at this, opening his eyes. I'd already opened mine when I felt him pull away so we made eye contact in that moment. I glare at him, silently telling him to keep going. He smiles with his eyes before closing them and kissing me with more confidence. I close my eyes too and enjoy the feeling of his soft tongue in my mouth, the metal ball an interesting and fun contrast.

I decide to have some fun with this, wanting to take control a little. I push his tongue with my own and he pushes back. He soon finds where all my strength is as I easily overpower his tongue making him pull away from me for a second and letting out heavy hot breaths, me joining him. I giggle a little, “can I..?” I ask. He nods. I glare, “words, babe.” he looks away, blushing a bit when I call him ‘babe’. “Yeah.” he then gently grabs my face again. I don't spare him the same gentleness though, instead just grabbing his face and smashing my lips into his. He seems surprised but doesn't pull away. I shove my tongue in his mouth, dragging my tongue against the roof of his mouth, feeling the smooth texture. Look at that, he's not dehydrated.

I run my tongue over the ball of his piercing, causing him to shiver and making me giggle into the kiss a little. After a few seconds he pulls away to breathe again, this time not letting go of me and giving me a determined look. I give him the same look back, passion and determination, not letting go of his face either. He does something I don't expect, he puts a thumb in my mouth. “That's what that is..” “what?” I mumble out around his thumb. “something sharp was touching my tongue earlier…it's your teeth…why are your canines so sharp?” “why wouldn't they be? Aren't they sharp for everyone?” “If I hadn't seen you in the sun already I'd think you're a vampire.” “Oh…does that make you not want to kiss me?” “No…makes it more fun.” “Can you take your thumb back now?” “Okay.” he giggles a bit, pulling his thumb out of my mouth, my saliva on it, the string from my mouth snapping as he puts his thumb on my cheek.

“My face is wet now..” “it's your own saliva.” “Get it off.” “Alright.” he takes his hand off my cheek and licks my saliva off his thumb. My whole body heats up and my mouth hangs open in shock. He snickers, moving closer to my face and licking the saliva off my cheek, getting his own all over it. If I weren't so stunned I'd glare at him for this but I can't even say anything. He looks at me, a bit worried he took it too far, “too much?” I shake my head, “I liked it…just…shocked..” I say quietly. He nods, “wanna continue? Or no?” I look at him a little nervously, “after we finish the cake…I think it's almost done.” He nods, “no problem.” He then stands up and goes to the sink to wash his hands. When he's done he walks over to me with a damp wash cloth and starts cleaning his saliva off my cheek.

Once he finishes up the oven timer goes off and he quickly goes to take the cake out. He grabs some oven mitts, the ones I bought when I first moved out, they have a nice design on them. He pulls the cake out and sticks a butter knife in it to make sure it's baked the whole way through. Once he's sure it is he turns the oven off and leaves the cake to cool for a bit. He takes the oven mitts off and walks back over to me, “after the cake is finished, right?” “Yeah..so..icing and sprinkles first.” He nods, “Alright.”

After about 15 minutes the cake has cooked enough we can ice it. Killer wants to do some fancy designs on it so I let him. I just watch as he decorated the cake. It turns out really well. “Good job, hon!” I smile at him. He nods and walks over to me, “what should I do with the cake?” “Put it in the fridge…unless you want a piece?” “Nah…I want you right now.” “Alright~” he then puts the cake in the fridge and I start walking to the bedroom, “wanna continue in the bedroom?” “Yeah, be there in a second.” He gives me a soft look as I walk off down the hall. He soon follows after me, ready for whatever I've got in mind.

[victorluvsalice]

We've reached Spring Tuesday in the Chill Valicer Save! And, as promised, today features Victor getting HIS occult on -- along with a trip to a festival! :D But first, of course, we have to get through everyone's morning chores on the farm...

-->Started off by having Alice go and plan outfits for everybody (after recovering from getting spooked by the house making creepy noises) so I could give Shock and Surprise different collars and finally have a way to tell them apart at a glance – Shock has a purple bow tie collar, while Surprise has a normal green collar. I also gave them both a Spookfest costume – Shock is a piece of sushi, while Surprise is a gladiator. XD I also took probably more time than I really should have searching out a new shirt for Smiler’s very first everyday outfit – while I really like the pattern on the shirt I originally chose for them, I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s just a bit too orange to be on-brand. And as I have absolutely NO experience with recoloring clothing... I eventually settled on a yellow shirt with a light bulb on it, that I’m pretty sure Smiler unlocked at some point from somewhere. (From being part of the Bot Savants at college, perhaps?) *shrug* It was the best option I had! There are surprisingly few good yellow swatches in this game...anyway, you'll see that later!

-->With that sorted, I returned to actual gameplay, having Alice grab Encyclopedia Vampirica Vol 2 to read (she chose to do so out on the porch next to a napping Shadow -- the gang really likes sitting with their pets outside now that the weather is nicer), while Smiler finished up a mechanism at the robotics bench and then got to work on a computer chip. Victor, meanwhile, was SUPPOSED to be sleeping, but after being woken up both by the house being creepy and by Surprise yowling outside the door (Victor tried lecturing her, but she didn’t understand what she did was wrong), I decided to just get him dressed and send him into his greenhouse. Which happened to have a specter bopping around. So, once he was down there, I had him take a moment to draw a nice picture on his digital sketchpad to hand over as a present.

Except the specter took one look at the picture and was like “nope, not my style.” *sigh* Seriously, why are these little ghosties so hard to please?! Just let me know what the trick is, darn it!

-->Well, with placating the specter with gifts a no-go, I let Victor have some breakfast (leftover meatballs from the greenhouse mini fridge, om nom) before he got to work on the garden. Alice, for her part, finished up her book, played with Shadow on the porch, ran over to clean the chicken coop, recycled the garbage, and fed and petted Toothy the cowplant; Smiler, for their part, got their garden bots Bugs and Elmer tuned up because it looked like Victor REALLY needed some help in the greenhouse. Plus we haven't used the bots in a while -- gotta get them out and about more often! Once they were done, they headed into the greenhouse to unleash the bots...

[gayelectro]

Chopper, D-0, AP-5 for the ask game!! —canon-can-fight-me

(And yes. Droids are the best part of star wars period)

YEEEEESSSSSSS I fucking LOVE droids! So much! I really need to get around to actually watching the short lived cartoon series Droids as I bet I would like it.

Chopper: What pet names do you have for each other?

I actually answered this one already here!

D-O: What's a quirk your F/O has that you think is really cute?

I think it's very cute how he is completely different than what people expect due to how he looks. He's gentle. He's a little conflict avoidant. He hates violence and it takes deep hurt to push him to that point. Most people are surprised by all of that, since he's a big football bull robot. But I know him so well, I can only see him for how he really is.

Talk about contrast.

And he's so gosh darned polite! It would probably take him quite a bit to adjust to how much and how casually I swear. He wouldn't be judgemental, but he'd just so cutely be like "Oh wow, you must really feel strongly about this!" when I more or less just use 'fuck' like pepper on food.

AP-5: Who would be your F/O's favorite droid?

So, when I write stuff with Bull Armor, I set us back in like an alternate idealized sci-fi 90s. So that means we'd get to experience the prequel and sequel movies as they come out! How fun!

I think that for a long time, C-3PO would be his favorite! His sass as well as his understanding of different cultures and customs would speak to Bull Armor-- who sometimes views himself as too quiet and like a fish out of water.

He's partial to bipedal droids while I'm more about the astromechs. Naturally, R2-D2 was my fave too, giving us that cute little contrast. The prequels give us more insight into the two of them too, which is nice.

The sequels would give us a lot of new characters that we'd latch onto! I love my widdle baby BB-8. And I think Bull Armor would really like K-2SO. (I don't know how he'd feel about Rogue One though, just like me. I remember loving the characters, but shit, that ending is just soooo sad!)

[gongmunhums]

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Noir x Miles would be the most wholesome proship for ITSV & ATSV because I do not see Noir at all being cruel to Miles or even any sprouts in the world. He would help every single person he could even if he has a harsh exterior that he maintains for his enemies. He has to have his foes closer in order to protect his loved ones.

I see Miles feeling so delighted whenever his man Noir is around with so much love and charismatic game, he’s Noir’s number 1 fan. Noir even if he does not try very hard at it, he’s a hard cushion for Miles to stand on. Especially if Miles feels insecure about their relationship.

Sometimes Miles thinks too much whenever he feels he’s not providing much into the relationship, that he’s just being an admirer or riding on his cool as hell coattails. Noir would offer his lap to pet his lil kitten, maybe even allow his hat to be worn to show that his love for Miles is an offer that he does not want to take back.

“Hey kid… Are ya, feelin under the water?”

“Mmm.. Yeah, everything’s cool”

“No kidding, you’re laying on bed here without a blanket”

“Sorry man, I just have to go… refresh myself you know?”

“Hmm, Miles sonny, you’re doing it again”

“D-Doing what?”

“Being pouty”

“H-Hey I’m not pouty!”

“See my cheeks are smiling!”

“And your cheeks must weigh 12 tons the way I see you today”

“….”

“Hey hey doll… my lil kitten. What’s the matter…?” Noir says more gently “…If you want to just relax, that’s alright too kid…”

“Tch, … Ahh… I don’t really know….” Miles hugs a nearby pillow. “Sometimes I… I don’t feel like I really do enough for you… A-And I know that you deserve so much, I know that I have a lot on my plate, but I-I still like you, you are my…”

Miles blushes but struggles to say the last important word

“Husband. You are my husband Miles”

“….W-WAIT A MINUTE! W-What are you talking about?! Uh-Uhh-ummm oh lord…! Did I miss the or”

“Hahaha! No silly. You want us to be like a married couple right? Sorry for the heart attack there”

“No- I mean yes! I mean…! I love you so much alright?! I-I admire you so much.. The way the wind blows everywhere you go. Your cool awesome clothes making you look like a Spider-Man that gets down to business, of protecting people. From kids, adults, parents, employees, friends, family, uh and… loved ones~ y-yeah!”

Miles faces down twiddling his hands on his warm pillow. Noir puts a hand on Miles’s shoulder, gesturing him to lay on his lap. His hands moves around to pet Miles’s hair

“Mmm…”

“I know sweetheart~ And… sorry that I’m not really one of the the most… reciprocatory guys in the world” Noir takes off his mask and leaves a small smooch on Miles’s head, “You deserve a much better lover boy than me kid”

“No no please don’t say that. I deserve you alright? Because…..?”

Noir grumbles knowing that Miles is egging his ego on. But looking at Miles’s hopeful plea for his husbands self worth sparks a glee within Noir’s gray beating heart.

“Heheh stop smiling like that kid…It’s becauseeeee… my sweetheart deserves the best, alright you rascal!” Noir growls playfully as he messes with Miles’s hair

“Hahaha! Come on stop that dude!”

Noir then removes his hat and promptly plops it onto his lovers head.

“Alright dudee,” he remarks slightly mockingly as Noir takes off his trench coat “Just make sure to always treat yourself. It was raining today for darns sake!”

“I got it, ..love you Peter~”

“I love you too Miles” he wraps his trench coat & himself over Miles, snuggling the whole night away looking towards each other like a star that made each other’s wishes come true.

[amarhastings]

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STATS

full name: amar hastings

nickname(s): am (only by a selected few, most people call him hastings or amar)

age/date of birth: 33 / october 6th, 1990

zodiac sign: libra ☼ capricorn ☾ taurus ↑

gender identity: cis male (he/him)

face claim: dev patel

place of birth: oxford, england

current location: fairford, wa

neighborhood: mountainside

sexual orientation: pansexual

relationship status: single

occupation: businessman

education level: mba in business

fears: heights

hobbies: driving, gardening, reading, crafting

languages spoken: english, hindi, french, punjabi, italian and spanish

height: 6'2

instruments played: piano, french horn, violin

tattoos: none (yet)

piercings: none

labels: the soiled dove, the benefactor

positive traits: earnest, reliable, dedicated, meticulous, articulate

negative traits: secretive, unyielding, workaholic, resentful, argumentative

favorite color: depends (for clothing is neutral colors, for decorations a wam orange/brown pallet— he tends to graviatate towards that pallet more when it comes to most things)

favorite food: italian food

allergies: none

right or left-handed?: right-handed

parents: aadhira bhatt (oncologist), thomas hastings (ceo), amber hastings (step mother/real estate mogul)

sibling(s): tba hastings

pet(s): a 5 year old golden retriever that used to belong to his late fianceé

TL;DR

tw: death mention

was born in london to a single mother who tried her darn best to raise him to be a good man while also continuing her higher education to become an oncologist, dad didn't knew about him until he was 3 but once he did, he took care of him. comes from a rich family (on his dad's side), is expected to inherit the family's company and he pretty much handles half of it since it moved to america under his care. had a fiance, richard, who was a fairford local who tragically passed away a few years ago.

HEADCANONS

his family means SO much to him, he'd do anything for them, esp his mom (who now lives in california)

has a proper english accent that he absolutely claims not to have

he's not shy per se, he loves meeting people and making friends, but he has a hard time actually letting people in/learning to trust

he's a charmer by nature, though he claims he isn't. and claims to have no game— he does.

business was never something he wanted to do himself, instead something that was chosen for him. had it been his decision, amar would be either a historian or a psychiatrist (something he may do in the future, who knows? 👀)

loves art: music, painting, litrature... all of it, big advocate. sucks at each and every one of them but he is drawn to those who excell at them

okay he is still mourning so he hasn't done much of it in a while but man knows how to party. he is very reserved and proper most of the time but when there's an opportunity to party he. turns. up. and he can DANCE

hopeless romantic through and through

technologically challenged (he TRIES though, technology is just against him half of the time)

CONNECTIONS

sibling(s) (wc on main soon)

family of his late fianceé

maybe family of his own?

friends he met when his fianceé was still alive

family friends

neighbors

best friend(s)

possible love interest (?)

flirtationships

(future) fwb?

enemies

business rivals/friends

maybe future business partners?

literally anything, the sky is the limit and he is very easy going i promise!

[br3adtoasty]

Hai what if I was crazy and said 💍 for Kathzack

haha what if we’re both crazy

ask game here

❤ Send 💍 for my oc to be over the top "lovecrazy" with someone of your choice!

The passersby gandered and gawked as they take in the scene before them of the two Toytoriya students hanging out in the school courtyard.

The sight they’d seen is that of the infamous villain, Zackery, sitting on one of the many benches that decorated the main garden. And beside him, head snuggly rested upon his lap is none other than the catlike peacekeeper, Kath Celeste.

“Hehehehe~”

Kath’s hands reached up to tenderly touch his face, looking up at the purple haired boy with a beaming smile. That darn smile…

Zackery couldn’t do anything but to sit there and accept his fate. Kath had gone and drunk one of those love potions that’s been going around recently. And he just so happened to be walking past them at the perfect moment.

Unfortunately, his best friend and number one henchman, Saturn, wasn’t there to help him with the situation. As Lotsie had called him to assist with the firework project for their next stage play.

So now he was stuck, literally and figuratively, with Kath for the rest of the day.

“Pet me, pet me!” Cheerfully exclaimed Kath as they guided one of Zack’s hands to their head to gently pet it.

It was very much out of character for them to act like this. Making selfish requests and letting emotions get the better of him. But they felt compelled to do so. Besides, they’re helping out others all the time. What’s being a little self-indulgent gonna hurt?

Kath immediately went to nuzzle his hand, a behavior like that of the creature that their name suggested.

His body tensed a little at the contact and his heartbeat started to pick up a pace. With too many thoughts running through his head at the same time, he felt like he was going to explode. What would the people think when they walk by and see them? How would they react to the evil overlord himself being so… lovey-dovey with another student? And were Kath’s blonde locks this soft—

“I really like you, Zacky~” They said, giggling.

“Did you know that you’re very cool? You’re the coolest actually! Building those machines all by yourself, you’re so smart! I like how clever you are. Hehehe.”

Zackery’s face flushed a deep crimson and his eyes widened at the sudden and unexpected confession.

“O-of course, I knew that! Do you think I, the greatest and the most evilest overlord to ever lived, wouldn’t know that?! Haha, you’ve underestimated me!”

Of course he didn’t know that. How would he have known?! This was probably like one of those throwaway remarks that people would say in their drunken stupor. It meant nothing more than that, right? He assured to himself that it was the fault of the side effects of the love potion but still, he couldn’t help but think that there were truths behind those words.

There was a long pause of quietude where none of them exchanged any more words, until a haggard looking student came up running and stopped in front of them to catch their breath.

“T-there’s an e-emergency. A fight broke out and K-Kath is needed right now.”

“Ok. They’ll be right there.”

After a bit of persuasion and the promise of hanging out together after everything is done, Kath finally let go of Zackery and followed the student wherever the problem may be.

Still processing what just happened, Zack tried his best to hide his now beet red face as he walked the corridor of the school. Suffice to say that the interaction had left him with much to think about and many feelings to contemplate.

[thestudentfarmer]

February 13 2023

Hello hello everyone!

Today's post I figured I'd do something a lil different!

I'm gonna talk bout chickens!

Mostly cause I've heard a lot of folk talking about getting them recently and since I've had em awhile maybe give some info folks might find helpful in the decisions on if chickens (or other feathered flocks) might be a ya or nay~

⚠️BE WARNED ⚠️ ⚠️ LONG POST⚠️⚠️ CW

Discussion of topics some may be sensitive to. mention of death/processing/butchering of animals that is associated with keeping animals for homesteading purposes.

🐥The first and foremost I tell everyone, check into why you want them. I have chickens primarily for eggs and composting purposes. I get free pest control as a side benefit. Meat purposes are mostly secondary for me. I tend to go for a mixed variety of duel purpose breeds (meat and eggs).

🐥Second, research into them.

Breed, ability to survive in your area. How big they'll get, noise level. What kind of feed will you be looking to give them? What sort of shelter/housing will you have for them. Do you need to have a vet? (If so, where is your vet?) What kind of chicken is best for the purpose you want them for? Are u getting chicks? Pullets? Adults? How much do they need to eat? Drink?

If you get them for eating how are you getting that done? Self processing and butcher? A processor/butcher shop? (Also what about the by products? Feathers, feet, heads, organs?)

If they get sick or are doing poorly and they need to be dispatched, how are you doing that?

If you get chicks and end up with mostly roosters, what's your plan?.

I bring up the last few because many who get into them for homesteading/farming/self sufficiency sometimes don't think about those things ahead of time. I didn't right away and have had to deal with all 3 situations.

On an equally important note: what if you get them and don't end up wanting to keep them or find you can't do or keep up with their care? Chickens and other homesteading animals aren't generally kept as pets and can be difficult to "adopt out" in urban/inner-city areas. (Alternatively, if you have kids there might be more questions and situations.)

🐥🐥 Make sure you check that your allowed to keep chickens where your at

For me, that meant checking my state, city and municipality rules. If you live in an hoa or similar you'll need to check that out too.

Now you may be told no, their not allowed. If you really want to keep birds for meat or eggs see about quails. Many places don't have rules against them and they can be kept in cages indoors. Be sure to check the legality of doing so in your state especially as some quail breeds are illegal. ( where im at bobwhites you need a game permit, courtinex are fine though.) Or ducks. Same as the research with chickens tho, and I suggest a good pond filtration or thay you don't mind changing pond water frequently.

🐥🐥🐥Make sure you have shelters, runs and other supplies ready BEFORE you get your birds. Feed, lights, wateres, feed trays, nest boxes, perchs, bedding, vitamins/electrolytes, etc

🐥get your eggs, chicks, pullets, adults and enjoy!

Also Google and chicken forums can be excellent resources!

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I like to get chicks and start them off in a big pond tub/ kiddie pool like container something that will be big enough for them to run around in that let's them decide how close to the lamp heat they get.

My last batch of chicks, their always so darn cute!

For chicks,

🌱 Be sure to have a non tipable waterer. I suggest on a rock and as far away from the heater lamp as possible. The water can get pretty hot otherwise and chicks do not like hot water much. Be sure to clean this twice a day or more as they will track bedding into the water. As they get older either a larger waterer is needed or more frequent fills

🌱A heater lamp, a cardboard box or other object so they can hide away from the heater lamp. I like to place my waterer on the other side of this spot too and make it about half the container. Chicks need a warm spot and cool, generally they need a larger warm spot but always be sure there's plenty of cool down room.

🌱A low bowl or plate to put chick gravel and their feed. Chick starter and gravel can usually be found at farm stores and some pet stores, same as adult feed, though the selection will be a lot smaller than a feed store. They will kick the feed and rocks everywhere as a heads up. Check a few times a day to make sure they have feed and the lil chick gravel available. Food should always be available to your chicks at this point

🌱a space to keep the chicks in.

I personally use a hard pond tub thing. And a cover. I use old window screen and clip it down. This is to keep them safe from popcorning or hopping out as they get older and to keep things out of their coop. When I've no chicks I use it to mix potting soil and the screen to cover seeded rows.

Time: Be aware, chicks become chickens fast. They don't start laying eggs until around 6 months of age.

They will outgrow the chick pen faster than you think as well, so make sure you have their adult housing before you get them.

Minimally You will need waterers, feed tray, roost space, nest box and a run for pullets and adults.

This pic was a few months before most started laying. I have an enclosed run & hutch and give them 'free range' of my yard most the day. I do live in a neighbourhood, less than a 1/4 acre I believe. Most neighbours don't mind so long as the birds are kept clean, quietish and don't hop fences/escape. Some breeds that'll mean enclosures their whole life or clipping wings feathers and small time frames where you remain out with them while they wander the whole yard.

Either way, be aware they do get bored and enrichment makes their life better. Here's some things I do...

I like to lay out boards on the lawn and flip em over every so often. They love the bugs and sometimes will stand by and "scream cluck" until I flip the board.

"Chicken ball" I hang from a post or the roof of the run a cabbage/caulifloer/lettuce/leafy ball and let em hop to pick it. Please be aware, don't leave hang nooses to tie the ball. Chickens can and do get stuck. I found using a big hook screw and screwing the "ball" to hang down best. Make sure your birds CAN NOT get the screw in their beaks.

I take the bedding chips I use for the chick pen and the roost/hutch and sweep them into the run both for cleanliness and enrichment to scratch in. kitchen and garden scraps are added as well to supplement feed. When it's time to change out/clean the bedding. I rake everything up and toss it in piles in the yard. The chickens will tear it apart looking for bugs. We'll rake it all back up 1-2 times a week and let them repeat till it's gone entirely. We've not had issues with it but if pests or smells are an issue clean pen and run as often and disposed of as needed. Be a nice neighbor.

A water source like a shallow pond of kiddie pool. It gets hot where im at so I have a few ponds. I'll put mint, herbs, ice cubes, small feeder fish inside. (Not all at the same time, not making a potion or soup lol) they'll drink from the ponds, hang around them to keep cool and pick at the stuff inside or go swimming so to speak. Some chickens eat the fish (if not I do have ducks too, the feeder fish never remain more than a few hours max) sometimes I leave the pond empty and dump crickets or mealworms inside. The chickens favorite! There is never any leftovers and it very fun to feed them from your hand occasionally.

A sand spot, or soft sandy spot. Chickens dust bath to keep clean of mites and other pests. They may not use your selected spot. It's just best to let them chicken on in their elected spot awhile and then fill it in and cover it for a few weeks. They'll find another spot.

Yard/lawn clipping, garden maintenance, kitchen scraps.

Always check your chickens can eat anything you give them. Generally they can eat just about everything. Though they may not want to.

From yesterday when i was trimming the ducks area. These gals are a laying well at this time of year (in a few months that'll sadly change)

Some notes, for adults you will want to have calcium. That can be satisfied a few ways. Commonly that means Oyster shell or egg shell. Crushed Oyster shell can be got at feed/farm/tractor stores. If you do use egg shells be sure the shells are boiled (to wash/sanitize) drained, dried and slightly crushed before being supplied. To supply, you can mix in food, toss out in the run areas or just have an extra bowl of it. They'll find it as they need it.

Sometimes the girls need extra protien. Yes, chickens are not vegan. To do their best They need a omnivore diet. You can cook up their eggs and feed them back if you want, always cook the eggs and serve shells/egg seperate. This helps prevent egg eaters in your flock. Give them mealworms, crickets, bugs (dead or alive, just be sure not to introduce invasive species to your area.)

Fresh greens, I like to do this more than grains if possible. But if only occasionally given that's fine too, again be sure to check its not toxic for them.

That's my quick n dirty notes and tips for chickens.

🐥🌱Happy critter keeping and homesteading to all🌱🐥

[izzy-b-hands]

Tagged by @sherlockig , thank u!!! 🫂💙

15 Questions

1. Are you named after anyone?

Kinda? My new second first name that I gave myself I got from a fave character, and my new middle name I share with my aunt and maternal grandfather.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I just cried an hour or so ago actually lmaoooo.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Probably too often, actually.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

I don't. I'm usually busy focusing on my social scripts and doing my best to seem as Not Weird as possible to whoever I'm meeting. Otherwise the 'tism and the anxiety take over and then I just end up leaving wherever it is early.

6. What's your eye color?

This greyish blueish mix, but officially blue on my ID bc the lady at the DMV said "they're almost blue enough." Why she felt the need to say that when I had already written 'blue' on the ID form to take her desk, idk.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies for fun, making out, and lazy fucking; happy endings whenever bc I'm a sad lil fucker and I like seeing my blorbos happy.

8. Any special talents?

Idk what counts here tbh. I know how to darn socks, if that's anything.

9. Where were you born?

Oceanside, CA near Camp Pendleton (my dad is a crayon eater lmaooo.)

10. What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing, some video games, TV and movie watching, and the occasional existential crisis.

11. Do you have any pets?

Yes!!! My best girl, my cat, Nisha.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

As a kid: volleyball, badminton, tennis, softball (never on any teams or leagues tho, except for elementary school volleyball until I got bullied off of the team. But I did play them as best I could in my grandparent's backyard a lot.)

As an adult I'd love to try rugby, but we don't have any sort of club or team locally.

13. How tall are you?

Somewhere between 5'3/5'4, taller in my platforms thank fuck.

14. Favourite subject in school?

English, Lit Mag, any and all my history courses, and Criminal Law until I argued with my teacher over the many issues in prisons not being addressed by like...anyone. Then she and I kinda made each other's lives miserable, ngl.

15. Dream job?

I honestly don't know at this point. I thought I knew, but I don't think I was right.

Tagging: Any followers who would like to!

[ali-anne-undertale-stoof]

Chapter 6 is here, finally featuring a particularly conniving canine!

Second half

Chapter 6: Well, I'll Be Doggoned!

The woods were quiet today. No storms, no delinquents, no spontaneous snowman wars that almost end with a snow boulder crashing into town. It's a perfect place to take out a newspaper and start reading the funny pages.

At least, that's what Sans intended to do.

The young skeleton really enjoyed the quiet, calm atmosphere the woods provided. It's much better than the overwhelming stimuli of the town. He finds it odd, really. Snowdin is nowhere near as overwhelming as... his old home. But he still gets overstimulated anyway. Maybe it's him?

"we're spooky scary sending shivers down your spine..." Sans sang lowly to himself. He never liked to sing in front of others. Not without his brother, in any sense. But alone? It helps him keep his mind engaged, at least. So it won't wander off into some... dangerous territory.

"you best prepare for a hila-"

What was that?

Sans heard something. From the bushes.

And it's still rustling.

Sans knew he shouldn't go over to strange rustly bushes, but his curiosity was too overpowering for him to resist. Tentatively, he creeped towards the bush.

"uh, hello?" The small skeleton peeked inside, only to find two tiny glistening orbs staring at him back. Yup, that was to be expected. Still, Sans leaned in.

"hey, it's cool. i don't bite. unless, uh, you do?" He winked.

Stupid, stupid.

Slowly, but surely, the rustling started up again, only got a tiny white snout with a black nose to stick out.

Wait, that's a-!

"eep!" Before Sans could finish that thought, the creature leaped out of the bush and tackled him to the ground. A white, small, furry, friendly creature indeed!

"Yip! Yip!"

The reaction was instantaneous. Sans' pupils dilated, overwhelmed by the puppy cuteness.

"d'aww! what are you doin' in the woods, little guy? were you playing hide and seek? were you? were you, furry baby?" Sans knew he probably shouldn't pet random dogs you find in the woods, but he couldn't stop himself! It's a puppy! A silly fluffy puppy!

He checked the dog for a collar. None.

"aww, you all alone, little guy? that's unfortunate."

The dog decided it had taken a liking to Sans. It lies on his chest and relentlessly started licking the underside of his mandible.

"pfft-ehehehehehe! yohohou silly pup! nahahahat there! hehehehehehehehe!"

As he laughed from the puppy's ticklish tongue, Sans could only think of two things - how playful this pup is, and that he's definitely taking him home until someone else claims him. He can't in good conscience leave this pupper out all alone, without food and water. What kind of person would Sans be if he did that?

Using both of his hugging arms, Sans cradled the dog and hoisted him up the best he could. It had proven to be quite a task, due to Sans' lack of physical strength and the dog's relentless wiggling, but he managed.

"ooh, boy. you're a heavy little guy, aren't ya? i guess you're carryin' more than just fluff, huh?"

The puppy yipped and started licking the skeleton's chin once more, making him giggle.

"ahalright, alrihihight! sheesh. come on, puppers. you're not gonna survive out here for too long. let's go."

"Yip!"

And with that, Sans and his new best friend set out on a course for Snowdin Town.

"PHEW!"

Papyrus wiped off a bead of sweat from his forehead. Finally, after two hours of removing that DARNED relish stain from the carpet, the house was spotless.

"I SHOULD COMPLIMENT MYSELF ON A JOB WELL DONE!!!" The proud monster patted himself on the back by removing his arm and reaching around with it. "PAP PAT. WHAT NOW? HMM... WELL, I SUPPOSE I SHOULD CHECK MY SOCIAL MEDIAS! I'M ONLY 13 AWAY FROM A DOUBLE DIGIT FOLLOWER COUNT, AFTER ALL!! NYEH! NYEH HEH HEH!!!"

Papyrus spun on the spot and was prepared to march upstairs, when he heard the door unlock. Sounds like Sans is home! And he didn't forget his keys this time! Progress!

"incoming!"

"INCOMING? WHATEVER DO YOU- OH MY DOG!!!!!"

As soon as the door opened, a speedy little white blur rocketed around the living room. And what's worse? It was getting mud all over the freshly cleaned carpet!!! What a conundrum- No. NO, NOT THE SOFA! NOT THE STAIRS, NOT THE KITCHEN, NOT THE TABLE!! WHAT WAS IT EVEN DOING?!

Papyrus felt like crying. "SANS?!?!?!"

"whoops. i got it." With a snap of his fingers, Sans froze the blur in its tracks. Literally. It was surrounded by its own trail of destruction! How is Papyrus supposed to rectify this?! How is ANYONE supposed to rectify this!?!?

Papyrus' despair contorts into rage. Well, not exactly rage. More like an extreme frustration directed towards his brother. And Papyrus wasn't one to hide his emotions at all, so Sans definitely knew from his googly-eyed glare that he was definitely to blame for this.

"...so i found a stray-"

"AND YOU LET IT TRASH THE HOUSE. GREAT. GREAT!"

"sorry, bro."

"OH, YOU'RE SORRY? I JUST SPENT TWO HOURS REMOVING YOUR STAIN!!!! AND NOW... NOW!!!!"

Sans put his hands up in defence. "look, i'm sorry, okay? it j-just... the dog needed a place to stay, alright? it didn't have a collar, and it... it..."

"YOU JUST FOUND A STRAY AND DECIDED TO TAKE IT HOME? TYPICAL! CLASSIC SANS!"

"hey, no need to keep BARKING at me, alright? let's just calm down."

Papyrus suppressed a snicker. Gosh darn it, Sans. Darn Sans. And darn Sans again for catching onto his concealed amusement.

"hey, i heard that. come on. you can't stay mad at me for long, can ya?"

The mischievous prankster gazed at Papyrus with the most delighted smile ever. No matter what he said or did, Papyrus knew he couldn't stay mad at that face.

"OH, ALRIGHT! I'M WILLING TO OVERLOOK THIS INCIDENT, BUT YOU ARE HELPING ME CLEAN UP!!! AND WE ARE NOT KEEPING THIS ANIMAL!!!" Papyrus instructed, in a stern tone as he straightened his posture and pointed firmly at the obliviously cheerful whirlwind of chaos that is the dog.

The dog figured Papyrus' hand looked like a nice meal.

CHOMP!

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

About a few minutes later, Papyrus could be seen giving the dog the hardest death glare he could direct towards a starving animal. The dog itself remained oblivious, happily chomping on the leftover roast chicken and lapping up the water Sans left out for it. Sans himself was wrapping Papyrus' poor hand in bandages. The dog clearly had just as much bite as it did bark.

That dog. That. Annoying. Dog.

He didn't know how or when, but Papyrus had decided that dog was going to be the bane of his existence, now and forevermore.

"okay. all set." The smaller twin had finally finished. Papyrus sat back to admire Sans' handiwork. It wasn't enough to make up for the ruined living room, and the bite, and the DOG, but he knew Sans' heart was in the right place. It always is.

"EXCELLENT WORK, BROTHER! THAT CANINE REALLY LIKES USING ITS CANINES ON ME."

Sans snorted and snickered, to which Papyrus smiled.

"yeah. who knew such a cutie wootie could do something like that, huh?"

Papyrus' smile momentarily dropped. He can't be serious, right?

"SANS, THAT CANINE IS A MENACE! YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!"

"but, bro! he's just a little guy, look at him!" Sans couldn't help but dissolve into a pile of mush while watching this pup eat. "he's just a little man. a little man dog."

"HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW IT'S A MALE?!"

"just a hunch."

"ARGH!!!" Papyrus never did get Sans' adoration of animals. Especially animals that barge in and trash your house on a whim. With his affection for animals and bugs, Papyrus was confident that Sans could even find a CENTIPEDE cute in some way.

"hey, by the way, do you mind if i borrow your computer?"

Papyrus snapped out of his thoughts. "MY COMPUTER, WHY?"

"just wanted to make something, that's all."

"IT'S NOT A PRANK, IS IT?"

"no, no, it's not. eh, well, maybe..." He paused to think. Before Papyrus could chastise him, he held a hand up. "nah, i won't. i was just gonna create some flyers, y'know, some posters. i was thinking about what you said. we might as well see if somebody's lookin' for 'im."

"SANS, THAT'S... VERY NOBLE OF YOU."

"thanks, bro." After a couple of brotherly shoulder pats, the small skeletwin got up to start his poster duties. "say, do you mind taking care of the pupper for a bit?"

"NOT FUNNY, SANS."

"sorry, couldn't resist. the hook and line were there, i just had to bite it." A wink and a shrug. Perfect!

"ENOUGH!!!!"

"alright, alright." The little comedian chuckled, casually strolling towards the hungry dog. He pet it just behind the ears. "okay, boy. i'm just gonna go for a bit, alright? gonna find your true owner."

The puppy peered up at Sans with a goofy smile. It's like it's trying to mess with him, because not even a moment after Sans spoke, it stuck out its tongue.

Sans almost dissolved into a baby-talking puddle of cuteness overload right there. No! He must resist!

"hnnnnhhh- gosh, why'dya have to be so adorable?" He pet it again, a little more aggressively this time.

Meanwhile, Papyrus remained sitting on Sans' stepping stool, pouring. He could never understand Sans' love for animals, especially after it just BIT HIS HAND! What? No, he's not jealous!! He's just frustrated that Sans would dissolve into a puddle of goo over a dog after the mess it made!!! (Also, he wanted to be pet too.)

Soon enough, Sans left. Left Papyrus alone with the dog. Well, then. Time to confront it and show it who's boss!

Papyrus cleared his throat and stood up, his stance and voice full of authority.

"LISTEN HERE, DOG!!! I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AND YOU'RE TAKING RESIDENCE IN MY HOUSE TEMPORARILY, AND THUS, WE HAVE TO SAY SOME GROUND RULES!!! RULE NUMBER ONE- HEY!!!"

The dog just tried to jump up at him! What did it want?! His scarf?! No, sir! Not today!

"GET OFF OF ME!!!" Papyrus tries gesturing for the dog to sit. "SIT!!! SIT!!! STOP THAT, YOU ANNOYING LITTLE-"

CHOMP! Well, there goes Papyrus' arm.

"AAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOWWWWW!!!"

Of course it had to be now! Sans is coming downstairs! Luckily the bite wasn't as strong as the first, but it still hurt!

And Sans didn't even look...

"hey, bro, i'm gonna head out to see if i can print off the posters at the library. or should i say 'librarBY?'"

"THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT AND YOU KNOW IT SANS!!!" Papyrus huffed, trying to prevent the dog from biting him again.

"suuuurrrrre it was." Sans flashed Papyrus a smug grin. "you think you can handle the doggo?"

"NO!"

"attaboy."

One heavy jacket later, and Sans was out the door, but not before cooing over the pup one last time.

"bye, little puppers. be a good boy, alright?"

Click!

Great. Now Papyrus was all alone with the fluffball of chaos he called a dog. A dog. AKA, the bane of his existence, and a skeleton's natural enemy. Natural to Papyrus anyway.

"SIGH... FINE, THEN. DOG!!!"

The furry whirlwind of destruction tilted its head and whimpered. Nope. That trick wasn't going to fool Papyrus! He's above that!

"NO. YOU ARE GOING TO SIT AND STAY HERE WHILE I CLEAN UP YOUR MESS!!" On his own. Papyrus sighed, didn't Sans say he'll help?! At least he's working on something. All this dog was working on was being a hinderance in Papyrus' life.

At least the dog obeyed... For now.

"SIGH..."