#it turned out so cute and the shading actually looks decent

[laylaysdelusions]

My silver dress and your kisses

(Pazzi x reader)

A/n: ok guys this is a long one! It’s 1500+ words of a slutty mess<3

You adjust your spaghetti strap of your dress and spritz your vanilla perfume once or twice and the. You follow your gfs out the door.

The entire car ride had tension due to the fact both Azzi and Paige were wanting to rip that silver dress right off your body but they just had to wait until tonight.

As you arrived at the club, the bouncer immediately looked you up and down with a smirk and being your oblivious little self you didn’t notice but Paige and Azzi sure as hell did. They both gave him a disgusted face, making him quit. The thing about going out with your girlfriends is that they are very possessive and when they don’t like something or someone they let it be known. You pretend like it bothers you but it really doesn’t.

You walk hand and hand with Paige to the bar, Azzi following. They order you a few tequila shots, slipping extra cash to the bartender without you noticing. Paige’s nil money comes in handy for night outs.

You suddenly heard your favorite song come on. “Please dance with me guysss” you whine, tipsy. “Ok baby just this song” Azzi says and Paige nods. You move over to the dance floor full of drunk rich people. You grab Paige’s face and reach on your tippy toes to kiss her. Your cheeks turn red. “Strawberry lipgloss?” She smiles and you mumble a ‘yes’. Azzi raises an eyebrow, making you remember. “You are not gonna give mommy a taste?” she pouts in a condescending tone.

“Of course I will mommy” you replied crossing your arms over your stomach, leaning up to kiss her too. Your height make them both coo everytime you give them a kiss. It takes so much effort for you since they’re so tall and big. Your small size actually turns them on more than they’d admit to you. Paige notices that your dress is pulled up a little, revealing your cute lacy panties.

“I see your panties baby” she says in a voice that lets you know she’s correcting you. Your hands pull it down, making a tit almost pop out. Azzi twists her face, you know they’re not very happy with your outfit choice for a public appearance. “Sweet girl you know better” Paige slaps your ass, causing you to flinch. “You must want to be a little brat tonight huh?” Paige grits her teeth.

“How about this, we’ll spend another hour here but you have to sit in one of our laps the entire time and no more drinking either, alright?” Azzi says. She's not as mad as Paige but she’s still mad. You calmly walk over to the seating booths. Paige pulls you into her lap, wrapping her veiny and long fingers around your waist.

You want to have more tequila but there’s no arguing with your girlfriends what they say is final. You pick at your acrylics as you avoid eye contact. “Whatcha quit talkin’ for?” the blonde looks at you, a glint of lust lies in her eyes. “D-don’t know” you mumble. Paige takes a sniff of your scent, making her chuckle. “Vanilla hm?” She says. You nod. “That’s cute, you know we like that one”.

Azzi scoots closer to you, resting her hand on your thigh. You’re not that dumb you’re aware she’s trying to rile you up so by the time you go home you’re desperate. “I know it’s been a while since we went out, i’m sorry sweet thing” azzi rubs her hand on your leg, massaging it. Paige on the other hand is taking in your appearance, smell, pure sweetness. She wants to put you over her lap for being the tease you are but fuck she has a soft spot for you.

You can’t help but turn red at the thought that anyone can see you smashed between the Paige bueckers and Azzi Fudd. This club is all three of your favorites because it’s too expensive for the average fan girl to afford so it is more private but you still never know.

Your brain has been so busy you haven’t paid much attention to their attire till now. Azzi is wearing a lavender dress with a decently high slit on the side. You don’t miss that it's Paige’s favorite shade either. Paige is wearing an all white suit. She knows that her girls think it’s sexy.

You feel the need to go to the bathroom so you ask them to get up. They say yes of course so you walk down the hallway with your heels hitting the floor. You walk in and see a girl with cakey makeup and a black and white suit on. “Hi baby girl” she says, giving you a wink that makes you cringe. “Sorry not interested” you say quickly going into a stall.

You finish and walk out to the sinks and unfortunately she’s still standing there. “Oh come on don’t be that way” she says in an aggravating voice. “I’m taken and I wouldn’t be interested anyway” you sass her, tossing your hair over your shoulder. “Your ass looks too good in that mamas” she says and you give her a gag in response. As you go to leave the restroom you realize that Azzi and Paige are standing right there and they witnessed the whole thing.

“What the fuck” Paige says to the random girl. “Oh shit” the girl says, running away like a bitch. You assume she recognized your girlfriends. Azzi grabs your arm so tight it must have accidentally left a bruise. They pretty much drag you to the car. You know they probably aren’t mad at you but more so the girl, it’s still an excuse to fuck you roughly.

As soon as you enter the apartment, your small body is immediately pushed up against the wall. “What was that little stunt with this fuckin’ dress hm?” She says. “Your tits are practically falling out of it and your ass is literally showing” she says through gritted teeth. Azzi must have gone to the bedroom because you didn't see her. You don’t think about it long because you’re distracted by Paige’s lips on the sweet spot behind your ear. You bite your lip as your panties dampen slightly. Paige picks you up like you’re light work as she brings you to the bedroom.

That’s when you see Azzi sitting on the bed with a strap attached to her hips. Fuck. You know you’re in for a long night right then and there. “Don’t be shy honey come here” the curly headed girl beckoned you over. Paige leans down to your ear level. “You better ride that shit like your life depends on it and if you don’t do it correctly you get no orgasm and a spanking”. You frantically nod.

Azzi pulls up your dress just enough to see your wet panties. “Our baby loves being treated like a toy doesn’t she?” Azzi says and you shake your head yes. She rips your underwear down your legs. You try to ease yourself slowly onto the silicon cock but Azzi doesn’t approve, she shoves you down on it so hard it makes your head spin in circles. “Oh fuck!�� You yell out.

“Shh” she pacifies you. You almost forgot Paige was still in the room until started to feel kisses down your neck. You let out a small whine even though you tried to stay quiet. You keep flopping up and down on Azzi’s dick while Paige kisses all around your body. You feel like you're floating. You’re biting your bottom lip so hard you taste blood but you don’t even care.

Paige brings her hand down to slap your ass, leaving her hand print. You’re squirming so much on the strap because it feels so good. It has to be atleast 7 inches and you feel it everywhere. Azzi presses on your stomach to show you where her dick is. Paige speaks up against your face.

“Ya feel that? She’s in your stomach baby” the blonde laughs at you as if you’re just a little kid no one is concerned about.

Your body is alive as you feel the knot in your stomach approaching. “Please please” you shutter underneath their fiery touches. “Mommy please!” You say as your body starts to shake. “Go ahead, let go on your mommy’s cock” Paige says, your reaction is instant. Your juices leak out all over the three of you. You fucking squirted. After you catch your breath you turn strawberry red because you realize you’ve made a mess on them.

“I think you should clean her dick up, don't ya think?” You nod at the blondie’s instructions. You lay down towards the strap and wrap your lips around it. You damn near choke on it when you feel Paige enter a finger inside your pussy. You are still soaked and you know the bed is probably soaked too. Paige pushes her thick finger further inside causing you to gag around the cock. “F-fuck” you stutter with your mouth full. “Quit whining” she says and slaps your ass again. Azzi looks into your eyes, you flush deeper. Between the sounds of your mouth in the strap and the wetness of your pussy lips you’re drowning.

Tears stream down your face with pleasure behind them. You feel the familiar warmth again and it’s obvious to the both of them you’re about to cum. “Shh let it out” Azzi says as she grips your hair aggressively. Paige jerks your face away from the strap, leaving you coughing and cumming. “Oh- sh- thank you” you say with a high pitched whine that leaves your mouth.

You turn over on your back, panting and crying. You make little hums and puffs, trying to gain your strength back. They massage your legs and back until you come back to normal. You go back to your bashful state.

“Thank you..” You sigh in contentment with the both of your girls.

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[ecstarry]

"The Van" idiots rosekiller meet cute? // based on this tiktok @v7lgar sent me

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Barty mumbles under his breath. With a loud groan, he throws the van into neutral and steps out. He knows he’s not a lucky guy, but after a shitty shift, all he wants is to get home. Is that really too much to ask?

At least it broke down a couple of blocks from his place. “It can’t get worse than this.”

The universe takes that as a challenge.

He keeps applying the same amount of force, but suddenly, the van becomes harder to push. His patience already paper-thin, Barty throws his weight against it with everything he’s got—but the van resists.

“For fuck’s sake.” He storms to the front to see if something got in the way in the last two minutes—but there’s nothing.

He tries again. Same thing. Stubborn as hell.

He rushes back to the driver’s seat to double-check that the transmission is still in neutral. It is. Of course it is.

Frustration doesn’t even begin to cover what he’s feeling.

He’s about to start kicking the van when he hears a voice.

—————

It’s Evan’s first day in his new place. He’s never lived alone before, and he’s trying his fucking best not to hate it. He loves his sister, but the need for privacy had become too much.

He knows Regulus and Dorcas have a bet going on about how long he’ll last on his own.

Turns out, living alone is expensive as hell. He got lucky with the apartment, even if the neighborhood’s a dump. Whatever. This is about pride.

Evan is determined to make it work. That means structure. Routine. And that starts with finding decent coffee nearby.

He takes the first right—and immediately spots a shitty van, moving slowly with no one driving it. He rushes forward to stop it.

He’s tall enough to see that the dumbass parked it in neutral and didn’t bother with the handbrake.

The street is flat—no slope, no reason for the van to be moving at all.

Frowning, Evan circles to the back, looking for anything that could be pushing it—but finds nothing. The van’s stopped. He tries to open the door to pull the handbrake, but it’s locked.

“Fucking dumbass.”

He starts walking away—until he feels the van moving again. With a muttered curse, he leans his back against the hood and pulls out his phone.

“Do you still remember how to pick locks?” he asks Regulus.

—————

Fuck no. Not today.

Barty’s van is acting up, and now some idiot thinks he picked the wrong guy to steal from.

Furious, he stalks back to the driver’s side, climbs in, and slams the door shut—determined to force the thing to work by sheer rage. He glances up—and there he is.

Blonde. Hot. Fuck. Really, incredibly hot.

The guy turns around, confused, as if he’s the one being inconvenienced. He hangs up and approaches the window.

“Is this your car?”

Barty shoots him an annoyed look—but can’t help noticing the way the guy smirks. Jesus, he’s hot.

“You left it in neutral,” the blonde says.

And it clicks. “Wait—were you pushing back my van?”

“Pushing back? You should be thanking me. Otherwise, you wouldn’t even have a van.”

“Listen up, pretty boy—” Barty starts, relishing the way the guy’s eyes flick down to his lips. “My van won’t start. I was trying to push it down there.”

The guy flushes the most delicious shade of pink and glances away, clearly embarrassed.

“What’s your name?” Barty asks.

“Pretty boy works,” the guy replies, his eyes drifting back to Barty’s lips. “But I’m Evan.”

“Okay, Rosie Cheeks. Are those muscles for show, or are you actually going to help me move my van?” Barty gestures to a window a block away. “That’s me—it’s not too far.”

Evan doesn’t object to the nickname. He just nods and opens the door for Barty to hop out.

“Whatever you need, princess,” Evan says, wearing a cocky grin.

Maybe today wasn’t so shitty after all.

[factual-fantasy]

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@glitchhayden418

I haven't gone into detail about my symptoms, how its effected my life and what tests I've had done because that's obviously all very personal.. but yeah, there's some ideas about what could be wrong. But I don't think anyone knows with 100% certainty what it is. If the leading theory turns out to be correct, I'm staring down a life long condition and will have to put in constant effort every day to be comfortable.

If its NOT that, well. I guess that route is not fabulous either. But I'm hoping its not the first option.

I say "sick" just to be vague, I don't think we know what's wrong yet or what to properly call it. I WISH I could just call 911 and could be whisked off to be cured of this horrible thing. But dozens of appointments have told me its not going to be that easy. 😔

I don't see why I would need a manager to help with my blog.. I can manage it just fine! :0 And I don't get as many asks as people might think I do..

Discord however... wellll.. 😅

@ramiel-hourglass

Huh? <:0 I'm not making another goober- at least I have no plans to right now.. I WANTED to make one for the 30k celebration but I couldn't really come up with anything that felt right.. plus rn I'm pretty content with the fam as we are! :)

Also thank you! I hope you have a wonderful day too! :)))

@multifandomgummybear

SCREAMMMSSSS THANK YOU SO MCUH!!!! :DDD 💞💞💞💞

@fandomcenteral (Big number post)

Thank you!! :DD And aww! Cute kitty!! :}}}

@wolfie-777

XD Man what has he been up to-

@1nksp1ll

AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! 😭😭💞💞💞💞

@neo-metalscottic (Face paint post) (Ratchet call out post)

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD And FRRRR I'm shocked that no one else ever notices or points it out. You'd think at least Optimus would know/notice...

For Starscream's brothers, that will all depend on what they're like in other continuities. (Which is where I'll get most of my ideas for them from)

Do they typically look the same in other shows/comics? Are they usually called clones or his brothers? Do their alt mods look the same in most transformers adaptions? It'll all just depend,

Now for Pretaking, I'll have to rewatch that part of the show and remember all the consequences that all had. Maybe I'll bring some back? Maybe I'll revive none? Maybe I'll revive ALL of them? I wont be able to decide until I see all the details for myself 😅

Ratchet will give me a scan in the big scanner do-hickey and I'll server him Energon cubes on a plate 😌

@for-my-hyperfixations

Thank you so much!! :DD And of course you may!! :}}}}

@beryl-shade

I don't play Fortnite or know much about it, so I've never considered making an OC for it.. <:(

(Referencing this post)

Imma play devils advocate here and say that Ratchet DOES have a decent excuse.... if their stockpile of Energon is low, he of all bots can afford to cut back a little.. 😔

But this does NOT mean that he is less valuable than the other bots 👁️👁️👁️ Ratchet you better be taking notes

@digi-tor (Referencing this post)

XD Thank you! :)))

Paid requests is something I might look into.. but for now I'm just trying to get my Ko-fi and Patreon set up 😔

@v0idish-t3ars (Referencing this post)

I have tried to get good sleep this past week but its just really hard with this stuffy nose and sore throat 💀

(Referencing this post)

XD Do you know how hard it is to sleep with a sore throat and stuffy nose? As for Ratchet... 👁️

I've seen him.. 💀 Man what are they doin to FNAF now-a-days.. things are getting weird-

(Referencing this post) @briandraws

XDD I sure do! Well enough to see that Ratchet hasn't refueled 👁️

(Referencing this post)

XDD To be fair he's got a bit of an excuse, Energon is hard to come by.. 😔

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I haven't gotten much sleep these past few days, and I doubt I could scare Ratchet into actually refueling XDD💀💀

@badlyblurry (Referencing this post)

RATCHET EAT FOOD RN OR IM GONNA WRITE ANGST ABOUT IT🫵🫵🫵(YOU DON'T WANT THAT CURSE RATCHET)

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AUHDAFHJ LIKE ACTALLY THO 🤣🤣🤣

@aboutchicken298

RATCHETT LES GOOOOOOOO 🗣️🗣️😭💞💞💞

@caronaro-flipaclip

Thank you! I hope the same for you! :))

I've thought about watching rescue bots.. since people keep suggesting it to me and because its set in the same continuity as Prime.. but MAN do the tones just seem way off.

Prime feels like a very mature adaption of transformers. It talks about war and death and disease.. desperation, starvation.. showing dead bodies and brutal (robotic) gore and bodily horror. There's not any silly episodes about having to rescue a cat from a tree or real heavy focus on the casual lives of the 3 kids. Prime feels very serious and rooted in realty basically.

But then I look at rescue bots and,,, I just cant imagine it carrying the same vibe. 3(?) transformers completely out and the open and working with humans.? A very kiddie type art style..? Idk, I just don't think its gonna feel attached to the original tfp at all. (Please politely correct me if I'm wrong-)

(WAHAGG THABK YU SO MUCH!!! 😭😭💞💞💞) I'm answering this ask a bit late- but yes this is what I intend on doing :)

I'm trying to get a Patreon and Ko-fi set up. I plan to post exclusive WIPs and sketches, drawings days before I post them to tumblr, and anything else I can think of <XD I'm even seriously considering posting Octonauts artwork to my Patreon to weed out a lot of the kids who aren't willing to listen and trace/repost all my artwork.

I don't want to pay wall too much though,, I keep thinking about those people who have told me how much my art means to them. I would hate for them to not be able to see it anymore..

But at the same time, money is tight <:( I'll keep thinking about all that even after my Patreon and Ko-fi are up and running.

(Link in ask)

I've seen fanart for it here and there, but never listened to the soundtrack. :0 Thank you for the link! :))

AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDDD

[luvseraphh]

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐓

▹ synopsis: you have a bit of a crush on your new psychology professor, and you have to find out where it's going to go

▹ content warnings: fem!reader, fluff, suggestive but nothing explicit happens, drabble, age gap (both are adults)

▹ pairing: shinso x reader

▹ side note: based off of a dream that I had, there will most likely be a part two

you sat in the middle of your lecture hall, feet kicking back and forth as you looked down at your phone. you scrolled through the various tiktoks on your for you page, ranging from boring to rage bait to amusing.

you hear the clearing of the throat from who you assumed to be the professor and you slowly put down your device and looked towards the front. you finally got a look at your teacher and your breath hitched at the sight of his messy hair and purple stubble. he had dark eyebags under his tired looking eyes and his black outfit fitted him perfectly. he was certainly a pleasant sight.

when he finally spoke up and started the lesson, his voice certainly didn't help your case. his voice was deep and gruff, the melodic sound music to your ears. it was going to be hard to pay attention to what he was actually trying to teach you and not just how bad you wanted to get him into bed.

the next day you have his class, you make it a point to wear a cute outfit to class. you spent longer modeling clothing than you did studying introduction to psychology and reading your text book. you also spent a great portion of the morning making sure you had on cute makeup and had put your hair in a seductive hairstyle. you were trying anything and everything to get a chance with professor shinso.

you couldn't help but feel your heart flutter when you saw his eyes graze across your appearance, subtly looking you up and down amidst his teaching. you bit your lip and smiled softly, struggling to hide how much you wanted nothing more than to giggle and skip around like a lovesick teenager.

finally, one day you decide you want to make your move. you had just gotten back from hanging out and shopping with friends and already had on a nice outfit and some decent makeup, and your hot professor's office was open.

you make your way across the campus and towards the psychology building, where you found your professor's office. you spent a moment outside smoothing out your hair and clothing and making sure your lip gloss wasn't smeared before entering.

"professor shinso?" you said, walking into the room. your alluring instructor looked up from the computer he was typing away on, his jaw clenching slightly when he looked at you.

"come in," he said with a soft sigh, trying to hide the way he was eyeing your figure.

you hadn't thought this far, you had no clue what you were going to say to him now. you just sat down on the other side of his desk, awkwardly looking around the barely decorated office.

"what's the craziest thing that's ever happened to you when teaching?" you ask, trying to force yourself to make some kind of conversation with him. as much as you wanted to, you hadn't just come in here to gawk at the man.

"is that what you came in here to ask me?" he retorted with a soft laugh, a lazy grin gracing his face.

"would you ever date a student?" you blurt out, your face immediately turning a shameful shade of red. it should be made the pantone color of the year, really.

"I mean, there's nothing wrong with two adults engaging in a consensual relationship," he responded calmly, fidgeting with a pen on his desk.

"so is that a yes?" you hopefully ask, gnawing on the inside of your cheek as you stared at him in awe.

"next time you come in here actually make a move instead of gawking like a school girl," he mocked placidly, turning back to his computer as you scampered back out.

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ⓒ luvseraph 5/5/25

[wwasted]

me, lying here wide awake at 4 am unable to stop thinking about a clegan social media high school au. so here’s a thousand words of Thoughts so maybe I can sleep tonight.

Gale’s instagram isn’t all that telling when you’re viewing it. He doesn’t really post himself that often because he doesn’t find himself that interesting to look at despite how the girls at school react to him. It’s all pictures of endless Wyoming skies in shades of orange and pink, animals he sees while he walks home from school, and Marge. The few photos he does have of himself are giving artsy indie folk all americana boy, the tousled blond hair and blueblueblue eyes. John’s page on the other hand is chaos. He regularly posts memes that make absolutely no sense, like he’s def got deep fried brain rot. He has notifications turned on for the nutter butter TikTok account. It’s a lot of him at parties hanging off people because he’s tactile and loves being a good time boy. And then even more prevalent is him in his baseball uniform. Which is how Gale finds him one day, when he pops up on his popular page and he just about throws his phone out the window. For a minute he almost panic refreshes because his mind is not ready to confront the fact that he’s definitely fucking gay judging by the way he felt like he was falling out of a plane without a parachute at just a glance of John. And honestly who could blame him? The tight baseball pants tucked into long socks, the shirt that looks way too tight to actually be something the guy can wear to play a sport, the serious determined look he has. And Gale refuses to believe this dude isn’t a fucking actor or a model or something because who the fuck looks like that as a teenager? Yeah Gale got an average height and decent voice from the puberty lottery but he sure as fuck wasn’t built like that. And then he clicks on his page and realizes that John has 600 something followers (which is crazy, bc Gale has like 60, he can’t imagine knowing that many people) and is definitely a high school student judging by his bio. And he just kind of dies a little bit? He feels light headed, like he’s been struck dumb by just one picture of this kid. And is it possible to fall in love with someone from just one picture? Gale doesn’t want to deal with those thoughts. So he just turns off his phone and stares at the ceiling, willing himself to sleep so he can’t forget about John and baseball pants. He doesn’t even fucking like sports.

But he definitely remembers John’s username (even though he’d rather not and it’s probably something weird so he really shouldn’t) and he’ll come back a few times a week and check to see if John’s posted anything new. And John doesn’t disappoint. He’s much more open about sharing himself and his life than Gale ever could be. And he’s content with having this crush from afar because he’s absolutely never following this guy (yeah he has a lot of followers, but not enough that he wouldn’t notice if someone new followed him) and it all goes according to plan until he’s sitting with Marge at lunch one day, and she’s hanging off him, arm around his shoulders, talking to one of her girlfriends. And Gale can’t resist sneaking a peek at John’s insta. (Cue Gale frantically googling whether it’s possible to be addicted to looking at a person) and Marge just happens to glance down when she feels the change in his body language and it’s totally innocent, she just thinks maybe this is some guy Gale is talking to, she knows he’s been trying to discreetly explore his sexuality more and is trying to be supportive, so she says “oh he’s cute” and reaches down and double taps a photo of John leaning against a wall with a red solo cup in his hand, head slightly tilted back so his neck is exposed in a way that’s fucking indecent, especially with the way the collar of his black shirt is loose, like someone grabbed it and pulled so there’s just a flash of strong shoulder and collarbone. Somehow even worse he’s kinda sweaty, curls a mess, smiling at the person taking the picture like he just got away with something. And Gale loses it lmao like he’s not mad because he hates getting mad but also what the fuck and he quickly explains all this to Marge who feels absolutely terrible but also tries to talk Gale into not unliking the photo “it’ll just make it even more weird, I promise, he probably won’t even see it or he’ll think it’s someone he goes to school with it’ll be fine” and she’s so calm and reassuring that Gale starts to believe her (even tho in the back of his mind he realizes that he couldn’t have liked a more incriminating photo if he tried, he sneaks a glance at the likes and comments the photo already has and it’s almost all girls with a few guys sprinkled in which duh the photo is fucking pure sin and absolutely should not be perceived by people but Gale thanks whatever higher power there is that John doesn’t seem to realize that)

And so he goes home and is content with the fact that it’ll probably be fine. He’ll take a tolerance break from looking at John and in a week, everything will be normal again. He’ll quietly thirst from a far and work on getting the hell out of this town. But then right before he’s going to bed, he gets a notification from instagram. And he assumes it’s Marge sending him cat memes like she always does so he’s not really thinking anything of it until he wakes up his phone and his mind completely crashes out bc that is definitely John’s fucking username with a DM attached. Gale doesn’t think he’s ever moved so fast in his life, quite literally catapulting himself from his bed and immediately FaceTimes Marge while silently screaming. And she’s trying so hard to be supportive and not laugh at Gale’s reaction, but she can’t help it. He’s worse than she is when she has a crush. She slowly coaxes him to at least read the preview of the message, even if Gale is adamant that he’s not opening it, in fact he’s deleting his instagram. He’s deleting all his social media. He’s getting rid of his phone and he’s gonna hike into the mountains of Wyoming and live off grid until he dies.

“hey do I know u?”

—

Also i imagine gale’s profile picture being something like this:

bc like i said artsy lil indie fucker and when John (who is very comfortable in his bisexuality) sees it he can’t believe that’s a real person in the world (which funny bc Gale doesn’t view himself as someone who would be attractive to others, in his mind he’s average, maybe below average bc of his anti social tendencies) and John is just hoping that this is some new kid at their school and he’s absolutely going to r u i n him so he hits the follow button and sends that message, hoping hoping hoping.

—

Does Marge talk him into replying? How does Gale explain himself to John? If he does, how does John take the fact that Gale lives almost 16 hours away from him?

Next time on dragon ball z or smth

[moon-lv3r]

whenever giorno lets his hair down, he looks like fugo ~

🦋 category: scenario

🦋 characters: giorno, bucciarati, abbacchio, mista, narancia, fugo, trish

🦋 summary: in which whenever giorno lets his hair down, he looks like fugo. sometimes the members of bucciarati’s gang gets them mixed up

🦋 warnings: bunch of sillies and everyone lives !! trish is part of the gang idc what anyone says

🦋 notes: i love this headcanon of mine, it’s so cute

giorno giovanna ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

🐞 literally does not realise

🐞 woke up one morning and was too lazy to do his little donuts and let them fly

🐞 bucciarati saw him and greeted him as fugo so giorno turned around and saw a sleepy mista, who also greeted him as fugo

🐞 hm weird

🐞 even abbacchio’s weirdly nicer to him

🐞it didn’t take long for him to realise what’s happening

🐞it’s giorno of course he figured it out

🐞he was going to call them all out but he simply didn’t have the chance to

🐞”oi fugo, pass me that snack” “oi fugo, look at this document, you know a lot about crime right?” “oi fugo help me with this equation!” “fugo let’s watch a slasher film!” “fugo do you mind following me to buy some new clothes?”

🐞being fugo feels like being a slave

🐞he keeps trying to say something but noooo not a chance golden boy

🐞 let’s see how the members of the gang realise that giorno isn’t fugo

bruno bucciarati ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

🤐 he’s abit confused on why ‘fugo’ suddenly dressed differently when he asked for him to look at some documents

🤐 “fugo, i think you look great with this new style”

🤐 “uh thanks bucciarati”

🤐 too focused on work to tell that he mixed them up

🤐 it wasn’t until he realised that giorno was nowhere to be found that he started to be suspicious

🤐 order of the members waking up: abbacchio, bucciarati, giorno, trish, fugo, mista, narancia (afternoon)

🤐 “eh where is giorno i need something…”

🤐 “bucciarati i am giorno”

🤐 poor bucciarati, he thought it was a stand attack, mixing everybody up. until he saw giorno’s eyes and realised it’s different

🤐 “apologies for mixing you up with fugo… it’s the hair. but you still did a decent job in helping me with the documents, i’ll get fugo to check them later”

trish una ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

✖️she knew right away

✖️look she’s a girl

✖️have we not seen the stockings and makeup she had narancia buy? of course she knew

✖️”fugo has a different shade of blonde”

✖️giorno is glad that there is one person that he doesn’t need to explain himself to

✖️”the both of you are very different. fugo uses strawberry scents, you don’t. the hair length is different too. your hair is also brighter compared to fugo”

✖️trish does agree that they look similar with the hair

✖️ then she dragged giorno to do some shopping with her and returned somewhere in the afternoon

✖️they bought food and other necessities, alongside random items some of the other members needed

✖️however giorno’s arms are now covered in eyeshadow, lip gloss, lipsticks and other makeup products

pannacotta fugo ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

🍓”what the fuck?!” when he saw giorno

🍓 he had just finished looking through the documents that bucciarati showed him

🍓 he kept thinking if it’s a stand attack

🍓 it wasn’t so he continued staring at giorno

🍓 “bucciarati… do i have a long lost twin?”

🍓 “no”

🍓 bucciarati decided not to say anything and let fugo figure out all on his own

🍓 fugo decided to confront giorno but he didn’t know that it was giorno that he was confronting

🍓”oi is this some kind of joke?!” he grabbed giorno’s shoulders and roughly spun him around

🍓”oh.”

🍓yeah he realised after spinning giorno around

🍓 he apologised. a lot

leone abbacchio ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

🍷he actually doesn’t care enough to differentiate between them

🍷 he thought it was weird that there were two fugos but figured it out

🍷 didn’t want to pay attention to the differences they had though

🍷”oi fugo come here” and the person he dragged is giorno

🍷”giorno! get your ass here” and it’s fugo

🍷he’s nicer to giorno when he thought that giorno was fugo

🍷fugo is honestly fed up with being treated like shit while giorno doesn’t really mind

🍷even the strawberry scent that fugo wears did little to help

🍷”wearing fugo’s stupid scents now i see” to fugo, thinking it’s giorno

🍷 yes abbacchio is not a fan of sweet scents

🍷bucciarati had to tell him but does he care who is who? no he still mixes them up, on purpose now

🍷 abbacchio noticed some of the makeup on giorno’s arm, asked about it and decided to buy them the first chance he gets

🍷 he just took the opportunity to kinda make them do his work

guido mista ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

🔫 well well well… he could not tell the difference at all

🔫 “fugo where is your sweet scent?” when he’s talking to giorno

🔫 “where is giorno” he asks giorno, who he thought was fugo

🔫 fugo somehow hasn’t lost his temper

🔫 giorno and fugo just looked at each other in disappointment

🔫 it didn’t help that abbacchio mixes them up too so there’s just two grown men mixing up fugo and giorno

🔫 trish decided to mess with mista and join in

🔫 bucciarati is busy doing his mafia boss stuff to engage

🔫 poor mista is just getting confused every 10 seconds

🔫 trish is loving this too, just constantly messing around with mista

🔫 he only realised what’s going on when trish absolutely lost her shit and started laughing

🔫 trish and mista decided to mess with narancia, much to fugo and giorno’s dismay

🔫 giorno is secretly enjoying it while fugo just wants to get on with his day

narancia ghirga ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

🍊 the above is his exact reaction to the scene before him

🍊 trish and mista used makeup and contact lenses to make fugo and giorno look the exact same, except for the hair

🍊 fugo was protesting of course

🍊 “no you will not! my eyes! what are these?!” he screams as mista puts in contacts for him. trish is gentle with giorno

🍊 narancia rubbed his eyes, there’s two fugo’s in front of him

🍊”aha that’s fugo’s brother! nice to meet you i’m narancia!”

🍊 mista and trish lost their shit. giorno giggled and fugo sighed

🍊”yes… my long lost brother…” fugo played along

🍊 narancia kept asking ‘fugo’s brother’ about their childhood together. the brother is a year younger than fugo, just like giorno

🍊 mista shouted for abbacchio and bucciarati to come over and watch what was happening

🍊 bucciarati was amused, abbacchio thought it was abit stupid but egged it on anyway

🍊 “don’t you think fugo’s brother is as stupid looking as giorno?” abbacchio added

🍊”now that you mentioned it, i see it! fugo you should have your brother meet giorno! eh where is giorno?” narancia is just getting played at this point

🍊this is basically free entrainment

🍊 it only ended when bucciarati spoke to giorno, like he’s giorno because he needed giorno for something

🍊 “wait… that’s giorno..? MISTA!”

[yayforocs]

New Agent 3

It took an embarrassingly long amount of time for it to click. An embarrassingly long time.

Which is to say, about two days.

Holly had seen the old man hanging around the sewer in Splatsville, and, like most other folks with common sense, steered clear. Everything about him screamed suspicious- and she knew that that drain was a way to the Crater. Treasure hunters swarmed the place, roving around in packs that made it sometimes feel like a turf war all on its own. She had tried her luck when she first heard about others finding valuables there- maybe she’d be able to find something to help her out- but anything she found came at the cost of time spent getting others off her tail.

She kept at it anyway, because anything found was at least a small step towards getting her squad out of the army. Besides, not all of the hunters there were territorial to the point of hostility. She'd made some valuable connections that helped expedite her searching- one of whom was right next to her. She glanced down at the Smallfry, chirring away as he spun himself around in a circle. He was cute when he wanted to be, but most importantly, he had a nose that somehow could sniff out exactly what she was looking for any time she asked. (Not for free, of course. She'd found food suitable for him, but his favorites currently were bugs. She would always make sure to give him some whenever they got home from a successful trip.)

Anyway, this old guy standing in front of an entrance to the Crater was asking for trouble- whether he was wanting to cause it or whether someone would square up with him to get him out of the way Holly wasn't sure, but she knew she'd take other ways to get back the next time she wanted to go. Assuming he was still there at that point, that is. She'd gotten ahold of some tech in her most recent haul that had kept her busy the past several weeks, and probably would keep her busy for at least a few days more.

And if she hadn't suddenly realized who he was, she probably would have left him alone until then at least.

But no, that was an old general from the Turf War Era, specifically the one that had been in charge of the Inklings that had come barging into the Valley and Canyon both to take back the Zapfish. And with the Zapfish currently missing…

He might be a decent way to find out what the army was up to exactly and if she could use it to her advantage. Or at least (unintentionally) help her find a decent lead on it. Her tech wasn't quite ready yet, but the upgrades on her shades could continue to be worked on while she was using this guy to gather some intel. Go ahead and start figuring out what her rescue mission was going to even look like.

She watched him from across the street. He was eyeing every person that passed- someone got close and he waved at them before dipping into the grate. The person grimaced, and then kept going. The guy popped back up about half a minute later, looking around, seeming rather disappointed.

So he was expecting someone to follow him, then, and it seemed anyone would do. She kept her eyes on him until he noticed her, then pushed off the wall towards him. He perked, waving for her to follow him and then dipped back down again. She checked on Smallfry, who warbled happily as he stuck to her side.

This might actually be easier than she thought.

—

Carefully, Holly exited the grate into the Crater. Her eyes darted all around, half-expecting some sort of ambush or something.

All she found was the guy, standing about ten feet away, standing there expectantly. In his grip, she now noticed, was a cane. Upon longer inspection, she realized it appeared to be a functional Bamboozler.

She climbed out of the grate.

He stood there.

She blinked at him, and then squinted slightly.

He just… stood there. Staring.

She started looking around again- was he waiting on something to happen?

“Th-th-th…”

She turned back as he started haltingly speaking, legs shaking like leaves.

“The- the Oc- Oct-”

Her eyes narrowed further in confusion, her head shaking ever so slightly. Was this guy even… ok? Like, mentally? He couldn’t seem to get even two words-

“The Octarians are coming!” he suddenly yelled, causing Holly to flinch back. “AGAIINNNNNN!”

“...Pardon?” was the only thing her befuddled brain could come up with.

“The name’s Cuttlefish. Senior advisor to the New Squidbeak Splatoon, at your service!”

“Oh, is that what you’re called,” she muttered, tucking the new title away. NSS for short, she decided.

“What was that?” he wheezed.

“What did you want?” she asked instead, with a wary gaze.

“That look in your eye… It’s the look I’ve been lookin’ for!” She blinked, suddenly very aware of her eyes.

“What look?”

He thrust a declaratory hand into the air. “The Great Zapfish that powers Splatsville has been squidnapped!” He brought his hand down to point at her. “It’s the Octarians again. You can bet your bottom sand dollar on it!” he said, shaking his hand to accentuate his words.

“Probably was, yeah,” she absently agreed. That’s what she was hoping for, anyway. “The ones that aren’t… like. Up on the surface.” She decided she didn’t like his pointing.

He took a couple steps closer, and her eyes snapped to attention. “See, the Great Zapfish has gone missing before.” His grip on that Bamboozler tightened.

“Yeah, twice,” she said, tone flat. Her eyes slipped over her shoulder towards Smallfry. If Cuttlefish tried anything, she could always sic Smallfry on him. He could be a right beast when he wanted to be, but he wouldn't do too much damage.

If things got bad, she could take him on. She didn’t have a weapon, but Matt taught them all to fight dirty when needed. She didn’t need one. He just… looked old, and even as sketchy as he was acting, it felt wrong to hurt him.

He nodded. “And those Octojerks were behind it both times.” She straightened right up.

“Hey-!”

“I’ve been keepin’ an eye on ‘em even though I’m technically retired. And with eyes like these-” He pointed to his bulging eyes, stare boring into her skull. “-there ain’t much that escapes me! But they still made off with the Great Zapfish. And now we’ve got to get it back! Right?”

“–Sorry, are you accusing me?! Saying that just because I’m an Octoling I’m required to help you get back the Zapfish?” Holly demanded, indignant. “I had no part in this one! I haven’t been part of the army for years! Where do you get off calling Octarians Octojerks when we were just trying to survive in the horrid, dark underground that you left us in?! We wouldn’t have taken the Zapfish if we didn’t have to, but our existence was becoming so pitiful down there that we had to do something to try to get up to the surface, and we knew good and well that you Inklings wouldn’t–” She balked– they had thought they’d known they’d never be accepted peacefully, but… That was proven wrong, now. Her words tried to backpedal before her brain could catch up. “We– thought that we wouldn’t be– that you’d never accept– never let– we– augh-!” She huffed and jerked her head back, eyes rolling.

“...That was a job offer, kid.”

Holly buffered.

Cuttlefish tapped his fingers together, now looking a tad nervous.

“The pay is… zero… but you might just save the world,” he offered.

The buffer caught up a little more, and Holly blinked.

“Save the… what?”

Cuttlefish sighed. “Look, kid, I need someone to help me get the Great Zapfish back. As much as I’d like to swoop in and dramatically save the Great Zapfish myself…” He thunked his cane to the ground. “I’m afraid I’m not quite made of what I used to be. You’ve got a glint in your eye– you’ve got what it takes, I can tell. Doesn’t matter to me if you’re an Inkling or an Octoling or not. I don’t see species. If you’re on the side of upholding peace and protecting Splatsville, Inkopolis, and even beyond– then we’re on the same side.”

“...You just called me a jerk two minutes ago.”

“I did?”

“Yes, you-!” Holly bit out an aggravated sigh. “I was in the army back then.”

“Oh.” Cuttlefish tapped his fingers on his cane. “...Sorry.”

“That’s-” -it? Not even a show of any actual remorse, just saying the word sorry?? …But if he was being sincere in his offer, it could be advantageous. Fighting him off would lose her the opportunity. “...Are you actually sorry.”

He nodded. “As sorry as I am old! Which is very.” He straightened slightly, somehow managing to still his legs’ shaking for a second. “I’m not going to stand by insulting any member of the New Squidbeak Splatoon!”

‘Member of the New Squidbeak Splatoon’... Woah, woah, woah. Holly raised her hands. “Wait, but I haven’t even-”

“You’re in, right? Right?!” Cuttlefish leaned forward, putting just about all of his weight on his cane, which bent dangerously. He sounded so… pathetic.

Desperate.

…Kind of sad.

…

She wasn’t going to just forget his comments, but this was probably her best shot. If she didn’t do this, knowing the ins and outs of the way the army operated and having the best chance of slipping in and out quietly, and– most importantly– harmlessly, then he was just gonna find some other schmuck that didn’t care nearly as much as she did about the Octarian Army and throw them in there to wreak havoc.

Holly sighed, and nodded. “Yeah, ok, I’m… in,” she said distastefully.

Cuttlefish straightened again, or at least as much as he could, and pointed at her, more of a finger gun this time than accusatory. She still didn’t like it. “‘Course you are! Starting today, you are Agent 3 of the New Squidbeak Splatoon! Come with me, I have a brand-new Hero Suit for you!” With that, he turned and walked off towards a nearby tent.

While she processed, Holly’s hand instinctively reached up to Smallfry’s perch on her back. The little guy leaned into the touch, chirruping, entirely unbothered.

She was doing this.

She was really doing this.

Her plan to rescue her squad had just gotten one big step closer to becoming a reality.

So she followed.

[merakiui]

Rental (Boy/Girl)friend!darling is really appealing to me! Imagine if darling was the pretty and proper type kyaaaahh💙💙💙

(tw: yandere, noncon)

My fave incel Idia probably got way too attached to darling. This has infinite yandere scenarios! 💙

Idia just raw dogging rental!Darling against their will! Omg... Baby trapping too hhhhh.

Imagine if darling complains to his parents about it except papa and mama shroud congratulated darling instead.

"Just come to us if you need financial backing!"

"This wasn't in the contract!"

Omg yes!!! >v< He definitely gets too swept up in the feelings of being in a (contractual) relationship that he forgets the two of you are only in a relationship for however long you spend with him every other day. Outside of that, you’re not his and he’s not yours. Idia’s grown so attached to the fluffy relationship you’ve created with him that he takes to sneaking trackers into your bag and finding ways to watch you through cameras when you think you’re all alone in your home.

He’s always thought no one would ever truly understand him or have the same passions as him, so when you always play games with him (and you’re actually fairly decent at some of them) or when you binge anime with him or when you get into eager discussions over your favorite characters and the idols he’s introduced you to, he falls even harder for you. You’re everything he could ever want. In the back of his mind, he’s somewhat aware you’re just cultivating this image for him so that you can be his ideal partner. But that doesn’t matter to him. It’s the experience! The honesty! The dedication to your job and hefty paycheck this totally authentic relationship!

And babytrapping as well! I like to think he gets a little confidence with you around. He knows you won’t judge him and if you do it’s all silent. <3 you’re the most perfect partner, after all! So maybe he feels just slightly confident when gently kissing turns more hungry and determined, and he’s too in love with you to think about stopping when you lift your shirt over your head and slip out of your shorts. You’re so perfect. He could stare at you for hours, and he does, so caught up in his own delusions and excitement. Normally 3D does nothing for him. The idea of having real sex always made him shudder, but Idia can’t help thinking how hot you are all spread out on his bed, grabbing at the sheets while he stretches you out with slim fingers. And you make the cutest sounds, too. For once he’s forever grateful his parents rented you for his sake, otherwise he never would’ve met you. It’s a relief he let them and Ortho talk him into giving this thing a try.

You try to remind him about condoms, but do you really think Idia owns a package of those? You really wish, but he promises he’ll pull out before he cums. He’s not some virgin who’d get so pussy-drunk he ends up spilling hot and deep (he is). He’s awkward at first, his face flushed the brightest shade of pink, all the way to the tips of his hair as he tries to hold you, touch you, be cool about this entire thing. It’s cute! He considers backing out because he’s so nervous, but you spread yourself so nicely for him and you even wore that lingerie he got you… (it’s somewhere on his bed, but that really doesn’t matter now). You assure him it’ll be okay. When you wrap a slick hand around his dick and give him a few reassuring pumps, looking up at him with the most lascivious of looks, he’s sold.

Idia has always assumed real sex was something like hentai, but the moment he’s slotted himself inside you he’s nearly crumpling. It’s so much warmer and tighter inside you. Definitely much better than his hand or any fleshlight he’s ever used. He feels almost dizzy when he looks down at you and you wrap your arms around him to tug him close and omg your legs just wrapped around his waist!!!! He’s internally fanboying over it LOL. This is everything he could ever want. Needless to say, he becomes pussy-drunk rather fast, and within the first minute or so he’s cumming in thick spurts and you’re too dazed to realize this at first. :) and after fumbling around for a little bit, trying to find a pace that isn’t so awkward, he’s finally settled into a good groove.

He makes a mess out of you, but then he’s also quite a mess after emptying so many loads inside you. By the third one, you’re begging him to pull out, mumbling through moans and gasps that you don’t want to get pregnant. You can’t afford to take so much time off your job to care for a baby, and you don’t even have the money for one right now. But money’s never been a problem for Idia—not when your family’s mega wealthy and super influential. Maybe it’s the sex and his dick talking, but he wouldn’t mind seeing you all swollen and round with his baby. <3 and maybe if you did get pregnant you could finally be his real partner. For once the idea of marriage isn’t so terrifying to Idia, nor is parenthood. But then he’s also incredibly pussy-drunk when he’s fucking you raw, so maybe he’s not in the most sensible mindset. ^^;;; but it’s okay. His parents will provide so much love and support. How could they ever be mad at you and Idia? You’re already part of the family now!

[melicious-compliance]

Going Forward, Going Back - Chapter 6: Look What I Have

Mirabelle shows off the stuff she bought for Siffrin. They discuss what their relationship will look like.

⚠: No warnings

ⓘ This is a post-canon fic. However, it is not tagged as spoilers except for when there are direct references. Read at your own discretion.

You walk ahead of Isabeau and Bonnie, on your way back to the inn. Odile stayed behind to read, and Mirabelle said she had some shopping to do. She didn't say what she was buying, but after reading those pamphlets yesterday, you're guessing it's stuff for you. Well, small you.

Since the two of them had plans, Isabeau and Bonnie invited you to wander the town with them. You had a pretty fun day together! It's only three in the afternoon, if you had to guess, but Bonnie made you head back early so they could get started on dinner.

You didn't regress at all today (you've been listening to yourself to be sure), but you have a bad feeling. It's... some kind of hollowness, like a ball of negative pressure sitting just below your chest. For some reason, you think it's related to not regressing. You'd really rather not though...

You all say hi to Odile in the foyer, and Bonnie slips into the kitchen.

"Man, my back is killing me," Isabeau tells you. "Maybe I shouldn't have let Bonnie ride on my shoulders so long."

You laugh. "They definitely weren't kind to your head."

"Yeah! It's like they thought it was a drum!" You both have a good laugh. "So, uh... I’m gonna lay down for a bit, to recover. Do you wanna...?"

Odile clears her throat. "Actually, Mirabelle said she wanted to see Siffrin when you got back," she says without looking up from her book.

"Oh," Isabeau says. "Well. Sounds like you better go see her."

You smile and tell him, "Don’t worry, you'll get your cuddles later." It's weirdly satisfying to watch his face flush. You're still not used to saying things like that, but it's worth the effort.

You at least get to hold hands going up the stairs. (His hands dwarf yours, and you can feel every little callous. Maybe not wearing your gloves isn't such a bad idea.) It's not for long though. You part ways at the top of the stairs, since the women and kid's room is right there, and the man and fella's room is the one next to it, down the hall.

Walking in, you find Mirabelle sitting on the middle of three beds, looking through a number of bags. Probably the ones from the store. She turns around as you walk in. "Oh! Siffrin, hey!" She gets up and pulls you over, sitting back down on the bed. You sit on the other side, closer to the door, so you can't see the bags. "I know yesterday you said you might like wooden blocks, so I got some of those." She hands you a decently heavy bag, its contents making a soft clatter.

"Oh, you didn't have to do that," you say. "I could've just carved them."

She makes an uncertain sound. "I'd rather you not have your knife when you're regressed."

You glare at her. But... you understand, too. "What else did you get?"

"Um... I got this ring... thing." She brings up one of those ring things, with the different sized rings and the pole in the middle that you stack the rings on. "I don't know, maybe it’d be fun for you to play with..."

You take it from her and turn it this way and that. "Might be," you admit.

Her face brightens at that. "Good! And then I got..." She reaches into a bag and pulls out...

"Are those... pacifiers?"

"Yeah!" she answers, excited. (There must be seven or eight of them.) "I didn't know what shade you'd like, or what size you'd need, so... I just got a bunch. And I found these cute little boxes to keep them in, too!" She puts the pacifiers down between you. (That makes sense. Mirabelle's always liked cute little things.)

You look at the collection of pacifiers. There's lightless ones, darkless ones, some with animals painted on them, some with flowers... She really did get a lot. You pick one up and turn around, looking at the... the part that goes in your mouth.

"You can try it, if you want. I already disinfected all the teats." She must've spotted you.

You quickly set the pacifier back down. "No, I’m just..." But you can't come up with an excuse. "I’m good."

She gives you a knowing smile, but doesn't push it. "And the last thing I got... is these." She takes something out of the bag, sort of rectangular, wrapped in something. (You don't have a lot of words for this stuff, do you?)

You tilt your head, trying to think of what it could be. "What is it?"

She visibly hesitates, then says in a rush, "It's a pack of diapers."

You blink. "It's. What?"

More slowly, she repeats, "It's a pack of diapers. I... I got some baby powder, and wet wipes too."

You blink again. (Why...?) "But, I don't need that."

"...Maybe," she says. (Wow. She obviously doesn't believe you. Which isn't unfair. Things did happen yesterday morning.) She takes your hand and gives it a squeeze. "I just think it's better safe than sorry."

"No, you're... you're right. I don't want... that to happen again." You don't want to think about it. But you have to talk about it. "I think it would help me feel... safe."

She nods. "And, you'll only have to wear them when you're regressed, and even then only when you sleep." She looks at you sideways for a moment and adds, "Unless... you want to wear them more than that. A-And this whole thing is up to you! If you don't want to do any of it, that's fine too!"

Well... "I'll have to think about it. But, I do want... this. You... taking care of me." (You sound so pathetic.) She squeezes your hand again. "...Thank you." You look around at the things she bought. "Where did you even find this stuff?"

"I had some help from Dr. Gendreau," she answers. "She told me about some out-of-the-way shops that sold things like this."

"Huh."

A long silence. Mirabelle breaks it. "We do need to talk about... what we'll be." She shifts. "You read what the pamphlet said about caregivers and littles. I know you want me to help you, but I don't know what you want me to be."

But, "Can't you just be my caregiver?"

"Oh!" she squeaks. "Of course I can! Just, do you want me to be anything more than that?"

Do you? "I'd... have to think about it.''

She nods understandingly. "Of course. And, um... does that mean you want to be my little...?"

You. Can’t think. Why can’t you think?

"Siffrin?"

"Do..." (Oh, good, you have something to say.) "Do you want that?"

Without hesitation, she nods. "You’re really important to me!" She picks up your hand in both of hers. "I want to take care of someone. And, if it could be you... Well, I'd really like that!" She's so... earnest. Her eyes are so serious, and so loving. (Stars... You can't help but stare.)

"I..."

Suddenly, she pulls you into a hug. "I'm sorry." Despite the apology, she doesn't let go. "This just seemed like the right thing to do."

It's still scary being touched. Especially as much as this. You’re getting used to little touches. But... she's so warm, and soft, and the way she presses into you, the way her arms wrap around you... it feels good. The way your arms wrap around her, the way you can feel her back, and know she's here, with you... it's all so much. But you like it.

It ends, like it always has to. (No...)

"So," Mirabelle says, "what do you say we try these things out?"

(Huh?)

[jackgreste]

"Only you get to see this, my beloved."

A Hokuto Hidaka Fic.

A royalty Prince!Hokuto x Princess!Reader fic because I'm so smitten by his new card.

# tags // FLUFF, tooth-rotting fluff, royalty au, soft hokuto, i don't know i just want to write prince hokke, one-shot

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"Your Highness," Tomoya's voice echoed throughout the office, desperately trying to coax Hokuto out of his usual daydreaming stance. This has been happening for atleast a week, and It's starting to concern the light brown haired assistant.

"Your Highness!" Raising his voice, Hokuto finally snapped out of his trance and went back to working on the mountain of paperworks. He groaned, struggling to stay focused.

"Apologies." Hokuto clears his throat, gripping on the pen diligently again. His feet tapping the floor impatiently, a tint of irritation began to rise inside of Tomoya. There's clearly something troubling him, but he refuses to share it as always.

"Pardon my rudeness, Your Highness. But I notice that you haven't been exactly focused on doing your duties. Is something the matter?" Tomoya looked at him with determination, the assistant looked eager to help and listen to all of his Prince's problems as usual.

Hokuto contemplated for a moment, before his face turned a light shade of red. Tomoya held back a chuckle, thinking that the usual cold prince looked cute in a split second there. Tomoya mentally scolded himself for his improper thoughts. "Care to tell me? I assure you my assistance as always."

"... Promise to not laugh?" Tomoya was on the verge of laughing already, seeing how flustered the prince is. But he'd rather not get himself beheaded. "I won't dare to laugh at my dear prince's mind."

"You see... The princess is going to visit." Tomoya's brain clicked with an'oh.'

"So? Your concern is...?" Tomoya kept a polite smile on his face, not wanting to embarrass the foolishly in love prince.

"I haven't prepared anything in advance," his voice came with an urgency. "These clothes are old. I've been working for 4 hours straight, I must've looked... Less decent."

Tomoya stood behind his back, patting his shoulders. "You look as handsome as the day she fell in love with you, my prince!" Hokuto's shoulder slumped, hearing Tomoya's reassurance. "Worry not, Her Highness must be happy to meet you under any circumstances."

"Thanks, Tomoya." Hokuto shoot him a warm smile. Tomoya swore he would actually get on one knees for Hokuto if he was a girl.

So, he waited anxiously. Waiting for his beloved princess' arrival. He always turned into an anxious mess upon meeting her, not wanting to form any mistakes.

"Your Highness, the princess is here!" Hokuto practically bolted outside hearing the announcement. He was grinning ear to ear, running with a speed he didn't know he could achieve.

His heart beats even more, approaching the carriage slowly. He stood in front of it, waiting for her.

As if the sun emerges after the rain, her reckless attitude made her jump straight into his arms. "Hokuto!" She exclaimed, not bothering that they might fall. But of course, Hokuto was strong enough to maintain their stance after such an adorable and hasty greeting.

"H-Hello, darling." He stuttered, which was unlike him who always practiced on how to appear dignified. He was the prince, afterall.

But in front of her, he was just a loverboy.

"We should head inside." He lowered her to the ground, maintaining his reserved nature. She just laughed, wrapping her arms around his. Isn't she clingy today?

Hokuto took her to the palace's greenhouse, a perfect, private spot for the two lovers who needs quality time.

"Pink roses!" She exclaimed, captivated by the beauty of the flora planted all over the area. Hokuto ordered the gardeners to do so a while ago, since he knew it was her favorite. And he wanted to give her a little surprise for her next visit.

"Your favorite, darling." She was admiring the roses, but his eyes was locked on her. His rose.

"How did you know?"

"You also like strawberry parfait, calico cats, and pancake with half tablespoon of maple syrup." He said confidently, listing all of the things she liked.

"You forgot one thing." A smirk appeared on her face, inching closer.

"Ah, really? How careless of me."

"I also really like you."

He held out a laugh at her cute attempt to flirt. She puffed her cheeks, "Hey, what's so funny?!"

He couldn't hold it back anymore, he started to let out a laugh he never did in front of the others. In front of eyes that aren't his beloved's.

She was struck. He rarely ever showed his emotions, and she felt giddy, knowing that she was the one who caused it.

"Don't ever smile again, or laugh."

"Haha.. what, is it weird?"

"No. But others might fall for you like that."

He sat on the railing, taking her hands in his and closing the distance between them. He kissed the back of her knuckles, his lips lingering there longer than it should.

"Only you get to see this, my beloved."

He pulled her into his lap in one swift motion, making her yelp. "Hokuto!"

"So, can this prince demand something only you can give?" His gloved thumb running over her lower lip, his gaze lowered, turning her stomach into a whirlwind.

"You may."

And Hokuto swore, there were more pink roses blooming inside his heart than the ones planted in the garden.

[blackbloodteeth]

@chickycherrycola Since I eated your words last night :-)

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Grogginess blinks from Maka's eyes before she stretches her arms high above her head, tensing the desk nap out of her neck as she wanders out of her room, slowing a bit when she sees Soul humming to himself over by the oven (cuuuuute). She can't help but lean against the wall quietly as she watches that big ol' grin of his and the way his shark tail sways to some beat she wasn't in on yet – Certainly the sign of mischief being afoot.

Hands behind her back, she actually manages to sneak over to him unnoticed in the… well whatever it was preoccupying him at the counter. Maka really wants to take a peek now that she can smell something tasty wafting over from him, but alas his fairly decent observational skills finally catches up with him and he turns suddenly, face like a startled cat caught committing crimes (say that five times fast).

And of course, Maka's eye immediately falls to the little something in his hand that he was applying frosting to. "Whatcha makin'," she hums ever so innocently.

A laugh rumbles down all the way to the end of the fin on his back now that he catches on to her here. "I'm makin' sushi," he hums ever so innocently.

"…Sushi?"

"Yes – Here, try one." Hesitantly she takes the little sushi he deposits right in her hand until a smile captures her face, ear to ear, when she instantly recognizes the texture of a still-warm pastry that happens to look just like a bed of rice topped with raw fish. Which she shoves directly into her mouth and immediately falls in love with.

"Ohmyhod Shoul –" He's got his arms crossed like some kind of masterful chef as she's almost dancing in place, quickly switching gears as she fishes her phone from her pajama pants' pocket (say that five times fast). Soul almost stumbles aside as she ushers him out of the way, readying her camera while setting the half-eaten pastry down by its brethren. "I am so taking a photo of this."

"You like sushi now?" he chuckles nervously.

Maka furrows her eyebrows at him funny before hopping up to him and pecking him on the cheek, completely missing the absolute drop of surprise on his face and the very noteworthy shade of red it's turning as she's just fussing with the placement of her generously nibbled sushi into frame. "Of course I love it, it's so clever and cute!"

Always the busybody, she gets the photos framed and snapped lickety-split, already writing a gushing review on her social medias (and tagging him mercilessly to boot) until she finally pulls away when a somewhat distracting knocking drumming nearby grounds her back to this reality, her eyebrows furrowing at Soul's tail wagging so furiously it's slamming the counter and the cheek he's holding is so red she can only assume the worst. "Are you okay- Should I not have tagged you everywhere?!"

"Y-You too!" he eventually sputters out like he coughed something up. Has her staring at him like he just had, too.

"Uhhh… thanks?" At the angle she tilts her head she can perfectly see the way he's now holding completely still is the exact thing he does when he tries not to make any new moves and embarrass himself, causing a corner to lift in her mouth and for her shoulders to straighten while she finishes her last post. "Well, I posted them everywhere regardless, because Soul you've got a talent and the world has got to see it the same way I do – They are just so well done, I think you've finally convinced me to eat sushi," Maka laughs with all the innocence in the world.

Soul, of course, finally remembers just to breathe.

[somechubbynerd]

So M&L: Brothership!

It's solid enough, especially with AlphaDream no longer being, you know, alive to have the same devs and studio on the project.

It's a fun, goofy adventure, and the solid combat base of the original Superstar Saga is nice and intact, and even has some interesting iterations! Every attack is technically a Bros. Attack, now! And that's pretty cool, since it's like the 6th game in this series?

This has been a staple of the series since PiT, but I always had mixed feelings about the "actual Bros. Attacks", so to speak being weird gadgets. That was a point of unity that Superstar Saga had that never really came back - Your overworld traversal moves ALSO functioned as your battle attacks. And considering the three overworld moves we get, that could still easily have been done for Brothership, I think. There's only 5 moves per Bro, there could've been a mix-up on them working together on moves.

Mechanically fine, so how's the visual design? It's pretty good. The character designs off the new NPC type are cute and functional, bosses are creative with the theme of the new world, and I can tell that the design methods from AlphaDream are still alive and well. But stop making new little critters for M&L to be spoken for by? Starlow is in the game she should just be part of the team by now. But Superstar Saga got by without one, at all, sooooo... Anyway my main aesthetic complaint is minor, but something pretty visible: The main texture shading technique is to fade to blue on certain parts of a character, and it isn't like a reactive shadow, so the back of Luigi's hat is just blue, to give one example. It doesn't look awful, but it's a weird choice.

Story and themes! After all, RPG. Uhhhh, also fine. The story and gameplay goals are pretty well integrated on the themes of interpersonal connection and community. We're literally linking the disparate islands of a destroyed world back together so they can rebuild the destroyed community of the world! The main thing is that... Uh, for not any particularly solid reason, there's a twist villain of the "original villain is being controlled/manipulated" variety.

Lord Zokket? Honestly, works without any additions. Good thematic villain (doesn't give a shit about anyone's name, trying to break the world even more, directly opposed to the whole Unity and Togetherness theme, connection to a major ally that can potentially be tugged on to cause more chaos) and a threatening presence felt through the entire game... Until she gets cured and turns back into Connie's mentor and the plot gets hijacked by an egg she was hatching?

Reclusa kinda sucks? Like, he's in the game and relevant for such a short time that it almost feels like they had that mentor situation and a fight between Connie and Zokket/Cosette taken out? He hatches, plunges the world into very slightly more chaos, and then he's just like "Wah, leave me alone. My evil plan is that everyone leaves everyone alone, magically enforced. Being alone in the world is the only peace! Go away, DAD!"

That design deserves way better than "grumpy 8 year old" as a motivation.

And Reclusa is kinda where my major complaints stop tbh. Everything else about Brothership is at least solidly constructed and decently thought out. And M&L is an anime now. It has Za Warudo, Orbital Lasers, and Kamehameha.

"Roll-a credits." [Ding]

7/10

[aeide-thea]

tagged by @aldieb! thx for thinking of me, these little questionnaires are like. a cute little blast from tumblr's more interactive past :)

last song: i was going to have to give a sad little answer here about how i don't listen to music nearly enough anymore (never mind sing) and it's very definitely a reflection of my depression, but then i entirely out of nowhere and very urgently was like 'wait actually i have to listen to gordon lightfoot's "song for a winter's night" right now' so then i dashed off and did that and now that's the answer:

if i could know within my heart that you were lonely too i would be happy just to hold the hands i love on this winter night with you…

favorite color: oof so so many!! colors are so important. the signature one has gotta be a really highlighter-vivid chartreuse (🎾), but i do also really love me a good marigold orange? not to mention vermilion, or ochre, or moss green, or really saturated cobalt, or shades of rust or russet…

last movie/show: shetland bbc, which is a quiet well-acted murder mystery series set in a very beautiful very remote landscape. soothing if you like the british isles and can bear to entertain the fantasy of a decent policeman, at least for an hour or so at a time. also i admit to enjoying douglas henshall's face.

sweet/spicy/savory: all the best things are savory and also spicy! like. the jamaican curried chicken i grew up with. indian curries. malaysian laksa my beloved. can you tell i like curry. :D

relationship status: sidebar but this is such an amatonormative question lol. like why are we societally expected to look at 'relationship' and infer 'romantic.' also it seems like a weird outlier given that all the other qs are low-stakes little softballs abt yr tastes. however. extremely single! sometimes i'm sad about it because i miss sexual intimacy and i'm too shy to pursue that with strangers? but honestly most of the time i'm just as glad, because i don't actually know how to love people romantically without making a whole self-abnegating religion of it, so i'm not really convinced that dating was ever really all that good for me, on the whole…

last thing i googled: i use duckduckgo now, and you should too! :) having said that: 'yoal boat.' which is a very beautiful traditional style of shetland boat—apparently descended from a norwegian model?—that the islanders used to use for fishing, and then for storage draw up onto the land into these little prepared hollows called noosts (they have marinas now), which like. obviously i think is the most charming word imaginable. a cozy little noost for a lovely little boat! 🪺

current obsession(s): yoals aside, i guess the thing that best fits this category is that sometime in the last year or so i turned into Merino Guy??? like. even my boxer briefs are merino now (well, a merino-tencel blend) and like. it's so good, guys. comfy in a startlingly wide range of temps, helps me lessen my contribution to the microplastics problem, somehow even makes for reasonable athletic wear in the right weights and cuts: what's not to like. anyway brb, gotta go print out my 'NOT 🐑ISH ABOUT MERINO' bumper sticker. :D

tag 9 people: oof idk, do this if you'd enjoy it and ignore it if you wouldn't? gonna make like west and pull some names from my activity feed: @e-b-reads, @ghostofasecretary, @leatherbookmark, @nathanielthecurious, @obstinatecondolement, @papavera, @quailfang, @tisiphoness, @youcanthandelthetruth

[jteditmanga]

Hi, I am currently rereading One Piece and posting notes about the chapters. Feel free to share your own thoughts.

WARNING: I'm caught up so there will be SPOILERS for future chapters and plot developments.

Chapter 137

I really love how panic is depicted in this chapter. Luffy is not used to being cautious.

Luffy leaves the hat with Nami while he is off looking for Sanji. Love this detail.

Luffy shows mercy and helps out some Lapins despite the desperate situation all around. Another nice character moment.

And his determination to save his crew is as steady as ever.

Chapter 138

One of the many examples how Luffy gets allies by simply being a decent person. Small kind deeds bring great rewards.

The climbing scenes were definitely among the highlights when I read it the first time. Still good.

That's beautiful castle indeed.

Chapter 139

So Jango's eyes have the same shape as his glasses. Not sure if he ever takes them off in any of the chapters. I wonder if Doflamingo's eyes are that way too?

I think it was 2 chapters ago that Usopp promised Vivi to dig her out of the snow, but turns out she is the one who has to save him. That's is one hilarious face deformation. Was it frostbite or just Vivi trying to slap Usopp back to life?

Another case of Zoro getting lost. Great banter.

Meanwhile in the castle, I like how cozy it feels inside although it's freezing.

Luffy is being vulnerable in the flashback, cute and clumsy Chopper, I get really good vibes from these panels.

Chapter 140

Another chapter full of good vibes and strawhats bonding with Chopper.

More backstory for Chopper.

Chapter 141

Zoro is out there flexing his fighting skills.

That's an interesting way to start a flashback. Great panel for that punch.

Still can't help but find Hiriluk weirdly endearing (no pun intended).

Chapter 142

So that's the first time we see Reverie and the Holy Land, unless Vivi mentioned it before.

Some cool foreshadowing for Dragon's development.

I love how it shows that Vivi has always been quite smart.

I love how chaotic Hiriluk is, his mood swings etc.

And once again a lot of bonding moments between Hiriluk and Chopper is shown through panels without any dialogue. Love it.

Chapter 143

Really like how this chapter makes a point that the pirate flag is a symbol of determination, will to do the impossible etc. Great build up for one of the scenes later in this arc when Luffy shields the flag with his own body and doesn't let it fall no matter what.

Forgot that Hiriluk didn't make up the story about Cherry Blossoms, but it was actually him.

Beat down Chopper is hard to look at.

Chapter 144

And there it is. The climax of the flashback for me is in this chapter. Personally what makes this moment so emotional is that grounded realism - you can't save many people just by being kind, you need skills and knowledge for that. I think that's how Oda in general makes his flashbacks so emotionally devastating. He just picks a very relatable grounded problem for the theme and makes sure that the story highlights it as much as possible.

Great cover for this chapter btw. Love the skin ornaments and shading on clothes.

Chapter 145

It's all about that inherited will isn't it? In one form or the other. I love how you can apply this theme to so many characters in One Piece and Hiriluk is a good example.

[starship-squidlet]

What, me, actually finishing a piece of art for New Music???

Katherine, Cora, and Elaine in the 50s AU!!!

Katherine is in pink, @the-cowbi ‘s Cora is in yellow, and my Elaine is in green!

Yes, I know their skirts should really be longer, but the ad I used for reference was from the late 50s so the skirts were a lil shorter.

I started this drawing before I even started writing the 50s AU, and it’s taken me until now to finish it 😅 oops! But I’m still super proud of how it turned out—I just don’t want to talk about the faces. Or shading. Or whatever is going on with Katherine’s face aofena;oewinaw I give up.

50s AU tag list: @the-cowbi @fifty-for-the-racer @i-am-a-wizard @xbanner-carriedx @aggressive-bucky-barnes-stan (ask to be added/removed!)

Made in procreate.

[beansnsoup]

“I love you.” “I know.”

Eric Forman x gn!reader

Summary- Halloween is right around the corner, and this year it’s Erics turn to pick costumes.

Warnings- fluff, cheesy romance, fem reader

You sat in the Forman’s basement flipping through the style catalog that Jackie brought over for you to borrow.  You always tried to at least look decent, Jackie would always gripe about your and Donna’s style, but you brushed it off because you knew whatever you wore she would have some kind of opinion on it, you still loved her though.

It was quiet until a scream came from Jackie then a bunch of laughter following after, “Michael!”  You look over towards her to find Kelso taking off a cheap Halloween store mask, Hyde with Elvis shades on with the sideburns attached, and Eric holding a bag with two costumes in it.

“What’s that?” You ask him, nodding your head to the bag, he smirked, “Ours Halloween costumes.”  Oh god, you totally forgot he was in charge of costume planning this year, you did not trust him at all, last year you forced him to be Tommy while you were Carrie.  He pulled the costumes out of the bag and showed you a Han Solo and a Princess Leia Costume, it wasn’t terrible.

“I can work with that,” You turn to Jackie and point at her, “You, my very fashionable friend, will be doing my hair.”  She claps in excitement; you knew you wouldn’t be able to do your hair like Leias by yourself.  Eric jumps over the couch and throws an arm around you, “What are our plans for Halloween anyway?”  Donna asks, you guys obviously weren’t going Trick or Treating, you all knew for a fact the adult would turn you down for being “too old.”

“Dad was thinking about closing down Grooves for a Halloween party

 thing, he’s only letting a certain amount of people in.”  Hyde informed us, we all smiled at each other, now knowing what you all were going to do for Halloween.

-

You, Donna, and Jackie all say in a circle on Donna’s bedroom floor, “You’re not actually going to wear that costume, are you?” Jackie asked you, taking another puff from the join Donna handed to her.  You shrugged, “I actually think it’s really cute, Leia and Han are such a power couple.”  Jackie rolled her eyes in response to yours.  

“What are you and Kelso gonna do?” Donna asked her, she smiled like she was about to blow us away by her idea, “Daphne and Fred.”  You and Donna just looked at each other and laughed, “What’s so funny?”

“Well, they’re like super complicated, and Fred just kind of, I don’t know, is dumb and ignores her, kind of like you and Kelso.”  You tell her, causing Donna to burst out laughing again. Jackie huffed out and got up and walked to the bathroom, you turn to look at Donna who’s now rolling on the floor, “You should look for someone at the party on Halloween.”

She calms down and looks at you, “I don’t know, all of my relationships have been so bad.”  

“Yeah but, you won’t know unless you try, right?”  

-

You were in Erics bathroom, everyone was getting ready together before you all headed to Grooves.  Jackie had already stuck like 20 bobby pins in your hair just for the first bun, she was doing a really good job, better that you could’ve done, so you weren’t complaining.

Donna walked in dressed up as Wonder Woman, “Oh my God, Donna you look hot!” You compliment me her was she laughs, “Stop moving.” Jackie says, she has bobby pins held between her teeth so it’s hard to make out what she said.”

She sticks the last bobby pin in, “There! All done!” Jackie smiles at her work, “This looks awesome, Thanks Jackie.”  You get up from the stool and leave the bathroom as the girls follow behind, all the boys are down in the basement waiting for you guys.  Hyde was wearing the same thing he was wearing earlier in the week, a normal out fit with Elvis sideburn sunglasses.

“Are you guys ready or are we going to sit in the basement all night?”  Donna asks them, they all turn towards you guys while getting up, then everyone walks outside to the car to finally be getting on the way.

You’re all smooshed in the car; Hyde is flooring the gas so the limit of people doesn’t get before you guys.  He pulls in the parking lot of the record store, thankfully there aren’t a lot of cars parked just yet, everyone piles out of the car, Eric puts an arm around you and kisses your cheek, “You look awesome.”  You smile at him, “Thank you babe, just don’t ruin my hair.” You warn him.

He unwraps his arm and puts both of them up to “surrender.”  The store looks great, Angie did a great job, she’s in the corner of the store setting up drinks, she dressed up as Catwoman.  She noticed Hyde and the gang come in and walks up to greet you all, “So? What do think?”  

“It looks great!” You tell her, she smiles at you and kisses your cheek and walks off.  

-

You all got to this party at roughly 9:00, it was no 1 in the morning.  Hyde insisted on staying at the store to help out his siter in cleaning up for the workday, so everyone left without him.  You hopped in the front seat with Eric, sliding close to his side, he dropped everyone off at their places instead of taking them back to his place, you were the only one he took back home.

You both tried to hardest to be quiet when walking into the basement, not wake up his parents, scratch that, wake up Red.  He grabbed you hand once your feet hit the floor, dragging you to the couch, you guys had had a few drinks that night, not too many so Hydes dad wouldn’t go bazerk. 

Eric was still a little tipsy though, now that you thought about it, letting him drive everyone home wasn’t the best idea.  He glided his lips up to yours, bringing you in to a soft kiss, you obviously kissed back, he wasn’t terribly drunk.

After a few minutes of making out you both quietly headed upstairs to his bedroom, you told him no funny business, you were too tired to let anything escalate.  You sat down in front of a mirror you accidently left over at his house last week, taking out all the bunches of bobby pins Jackie put in your hair, it surprisingly stayed up all night.

He didn’t even try to get out of his Han costume, he instead walked over to you, you looked up at him and gave him a peck,

“I love you.”

Eric has alway been my go to for that 70s show boys, and he has like little to no fics, now that 90s show is pretty popular i decided to feed onto that, also how would yall feel about a Nate or Gwen Runck fic?

“I know.”