#it's been a while since I worked on something properly

[pinejayy]

╰➤ A Helping Hand

paring: trafalgar law x f!reader ,, implied relationship

summary: law is locked away in his office as usual and he seems stressed out, and you offer a helping hand and mouth to relieve his stress.

warnings: dry humping, handjob, blowjob, dirty talking, teasing, fingering, hair pulling, face fucking, eating out.

✦•·················• 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃!! •·················•✦

Once again your boyfriend Law was hidden away in his office doing paperwork…Again. It’s been awhile since you’ve gotten alone time with your boyfriend.

At the moment the crew was doing their daily work around the ship and you were helping Bepo clean the deck. And you couldn’t help but think about your boyfriend, looking around. Bepo was clearly distracted…the bear was taking a nap on the floor. Which gave you an idea. If he was getting a break then maybe you should get one too. Smirking to yourself, you sneak away and walking towards his office.

You knock on the door and he didn’t reply, and you slowly open the door and Law was working as usual. Again? How much paper work does someone have? Watching him you could tell he was stressed out. Maybe you could give him a helping hand.

Walking into his office, and locking the door behind you. "Hello Captain."

"Why aren't you doing your chores with Bepo?" He said, not even sparing you a glance. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his comment. Walking towards him, he seemed really focused on his work. So you decided to wiggle your way onto his lap. Sitting, which earned a soft sigh from Law. He placed a small kiss against your check. "Need something, I'm busy at the moment. I need to finish this report.."

As he spoke he seemed uneasy and stressed. "Paperwork again?" You spoke softly and Law just nodded at your words. "It's always paperwork with you, you need a small break. You look like you're all stressed and pent up."

Which was true, Law tends to avoid any needs or getting breaks because of 'paperwork'.

"Well sorry to break it to you but that's the life of a Captain..." Mumbling softly at your words. He placed one hand on your thigh and gave you a firm squeeze. While he was still working and writing away.

"Why would a pirate even need to do paperwork? It's not like you're turning it in to someone." You say softly, leaning in and nuzzling your face to his neck. Taking in his secent. "You're probably the only pirate who does this boring stuff."

Law couldn't help but squeeze your thigh more, being this close to you is making him uneasy...he needed something but duty comes first. "I'm just making sure everything runs smoothly on the polar tang, I need to do this paperwork." He gave a quick glance before going back to his paperwork.

You stay quite, the room was filled with his soft mumbling and the pen against the paper. He really did seem uneasy. Which gave you an idea..

"Aww Captain. May I offer a helping hand."

"No, no offense Y/N...but if I allow you to help me out with the paperwork you'll only make it worse and I'll have to work on it mo..." He began to speak but was cut off. His words seemed to be stuck on his throat.

You were moving your hips against his thigh, whimpering against his neck. Law couldn't help but feel his cock twitch. He groans softly, placing the pen down. Grabbing your hips with his hands and he held you in place. And he began moving his hips upwards. Dry humping you, and immediately you look at him and smirk. You could already feel his cock grow harder by the the second.

"I'm trying to work here and you come here and do this crap." He groans, moving his hips against yours. To which you move your hips against his making him twitch slightly.

"Aw I'm just offering a helping hand."

"Like I said ...you'll only make it worse...you can't do the paperwork properly."

To which you smirk and flick his forehead which earned you a cold look from Law. "Aw why don't I just show you what I meant." You cooed softly and place a gentle kiss against his neck and slid down and onto your knees.

"You just work Captain...and I'll be here." You say and look up at him, he watches you as you were on your needs and he sighed.

"Whatever...just hurry up."

And with that you began to undo his belt and his pants. Law lifted his butt slightly so you could pull his pants off with ease. "Just do your paperwork. Since you love it so much."

Law just grumbles at your words, but in reality he felt really pent up. His cock twitched slightly he needed something .. anything.

You couldn't help but lick your lips as you watch his hard dick pressed against the fabric of his boxers. Slowly you wrap your fingers against the waistband and pull them down slowly. And once they were off his dick sprung up. Pre cum leaking from the head, and you couldn't help but lick your lips at the beautiful view.

He tried to focus on his work but he needed something...he was almost willing to beg. So he was tapping his foot against the floor. "Tsk Tsk Tsk Captain. Someone is very impatient. But I'm feeling like a good girl today and I won't tease you as much."

Law groans and throws his head back, enjoying himself. He did need a break after all. And since you were offering a helping hand he might as well take your offer.

You lean in and place a long and slow lick under his cock. Eyeing him and studying his reactions. And he seemed to be enjoying himself so you continue.

Dragging your tongue along his dick and rub his balls slightly. Making him groan. "Stuipd Brat...my paperwork..."

"Well be my guest. Do your paperwork since it's the only thing you do around here."

Law couldn't help but chuckle at your words. "Sounds like you're jealous of my paperwork..hmm" He teased slightly.

To which you gave his cock a small squeeze making him moan softly. "Hmm maybe a little. Because at least you do your paperwork. I don't remember the last time you did me." Adjusting yourself.

Giving his cock one more lick before spitting on it and humming softly, watching the spit drip down. "It's been lonely without you, and quite frankly my fingers and toys don't get the job done...not like you do."

He sighs and spreads his legs more, making himself comfortable. "I know I know.. I promise tonight I'll treat you real good, make you feel real good."

Biting your lip at his words. "You better keep your promise Captain." Teasing slightly and moving your hands slowly against his needy cock making him whimper softly. You couldn't help but feel the wetness between your legs grow even more, especially with his soft moans.

As you move your hand against his cock Law was moaning softly, his head against the headrest of his chair. "Good girl ..."

Making you whimper softly, moving your hands slightly faster and you look at him and god it was a beautiful sight.

"God Dammit woman... can't wait to fuck you....fuck you hard that you won't be able to walk."

His lewd words where getting to you, and you stroke him slowly. Teasing him, batting your eyelashes.

"Aw...you would want that right? Me underneath you Captain. Moaning into your ear, moaning your name out." Cooing out, your strokes getting slower and steady, making him groan at your words. He couldn't help but grab a hand full of your hair. Making you yelp softly, Law’s breathing was getting heavier by the second.

"Don't give me that innocent look...you little tease.. "

"Aw but it's true, I bet you want that Captain. I bet you need me so bad. I need you Captain. I need your cock inside of me." You keeping teasing him. Giving his cock a tight squeeze, and suddenly his grip on your hair tightened.

"Oh yeah? You want to keep running your mouth with these dirty words ya?" He growled slightly and the next words he spoke was in more of a demanding tone. His so called 'Captain Voice.' Giving your hair a slight tug before speaking up once again. “Considering you want to run that dirty mouth of yours with nonsense, let’s put that pretty little mouth to good use.” And with that Law couldn’t help but rub a thumb across your lip.

“Now be a good girl for me…and make your captain feel real good.” He said, grabbing his cock and slapping your cheek slightly. “Now open wide baby.”

Biting your lip at his words, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out. And he placed the tip of his cock against your tongue. Already tasting the salty precum against your tongue. Wrapping your lips against the tip and proceeding to suck on it slightly.

“That’s right…just like that baby. Such a good girl.” He said and leaned his head back. Enjoying himself and attention his dick is getting.

The room was filled with soft moans spilling out from Law and dirty words along with your slight muffed gags and moans. You could feel the wetness between your legs grow even more.

Moaning against him, he groans and grips your hair and guides your head to his desire pace. You continue to bob your head against him, using your tongue to press against the bottom of his cock making him moan. “Fuck…keep going…good girl.”

Law kept bobbing your head up and down, and he could tell you were desperate for something and he smirks. “Go on Princess, touch yourself.”

You wasted no time, you pulled away slightly from him which there was a small ‘pop’ sound. Not breaking eye contact with him, you slowly undo your bottoms and tug them down. Just enough for you to shove your hand into your panties. And before you could touch yourself Law spoke up. “Now I want you to maintain eye contact. Can you do that?” To which you nodded and Law grabbed his cock and slapped your check with it. “With words. Use your words.”

“Yes…Yes Captain.”

“Good..that’s a good girl.” He teased, and held his cock against your lips. “Now open up again.”

And with that you obeyed and opened up once again and took him in your mouth once again. Slowly you drag you hand into your underwear. And wasted no time playing with your clit.

Moaning around him sent a shiver across Law’s back. As you continue to bob your head up and down. You slowly inserted two fingers inside of you. Moaning even more. You desperately needed him inside of you.

Being lost into your own pleasure, Law thought that you were moving a little too slow for his liking so he held your face in place and started to thrust up. Face fucking you. Which made you gag around him.

“Relax…relax your throat…” He demanded and stopped for a moment.

Taking a deep breath, and once you relaxed he wasted no time holding your head still and using your mouth as his personal sex toy.

While he was face fucking your mouth you couldn’t help but feel more aroused by his actions. You fingers moving faster inside of you, curling your fingers slightly to get the prefect spots. Your gags and moans were music to his ears.

“I’m close…hold still ..” He moans out. And Law had to bite his lower lip from moaning out. God it’s been awhile since he’s had a release.

His thrusting where getting sloppier and that’s when you moved your fingers away from your needy pussy and you began to rub his balls. Giving them a slight squeeze. Making Law moan your name out. “God dammit Y/N….”

And with that he let out a loud moan, to which he quickly let go of your hair to cover his mouth. Cumming hard into your mouth. Spilling his warm juices against your tongue.

Swallowing every last drop he could offer.

Bobbing your head a few more times before pulling away from him. A trail of saliva and cum dripping down from your lips. Giving the head a few more kisses before Law growled and grabbed your hair and dragging you up to you feet and before you could say anything he already slammed you against the desk. Tugging your bottoms and underwear fully off. Opening your legs. Exposing your wet pussy to him and he wasted no time diving into your folds.

“Need to taste you…so badly…” Moaning into your folds.

His tongue was everything, not finding a place to pay attention. You could tell he was very desperate to taste you. And in reality you’ve never seen him this needy, especially while eating you out.

He pulls away slightly and groaned under his breath. Rubbing your clit as he watched your face reactions. He spreads your folds slightly, exposing your more. Leaning in once again, he gave you sloppy licks.

Your moans had gotten louder and Law quickly gave your clit a soft bite making you whimper.

“Shh…the crew could hear us.”

You cover your mouth and nodded. Which Law smirked and dove back into his meal. He placed your thighs on his shoulders so he could eat you out better. “So good…you taste so good.” He keeps mumbling.

Slowly he sneaks his fingers inside of your. Thrusting them in and out.

God this combination was going to make you explode. His tongue against your clit and his deadly fingers inside of you.

Law felt yours walls tightened around his fingers and he chuckled and eyes your reaction. Your eyes were locked onto his his. He wanted to see you cum. Law gave your clit a few more licks before you were already moaning his name and reaching your own climax.

“Oh captain!”

Law quickly licked your juices up and your moans didn’t seem to quite down and he growled. Moving up towards you and took your lips against his. Sharing a deep and heated kiss. Forcing his tongue to roam around your mouth.

Both tongues covered in your guys juices where now being mixed between the both of you. And both of you were loving this. Before the kiss could get even more heated he pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours.

“Thank you…I really need this.”

You were panting slightly. “Of course..I needed this too silly.” Kissing his check, and he couldn’t help but blush slightly. “I love you…I love you Law.”

Law stayed quiet and felt butterflies in his stomach. “I love you too Y/N.” He smiled and placed a kiss against your forehead.

The office was silent for awhile before he spoke up again.

“Now. About your comment from earlier. How I do more paperwork than you. Hmm how about I change that Princess.”

[fandoms-x-reader]

Defense System

Requested By: @space-dragon-ace

Oneshot

Summary: MC loses everyone in a crowd. To find the others quickly, they yell, "MC is a good for nothing human!" and wait to see what happens. OM! Cast x Reader Word Count: 851

You were apprehensive about going to this event in the first place.

You had just gotten back to the Devildom after being away for some time and you were still readjusting to the way things were down there.

But, your friends had all insisted on taking you to an event that occurred in the streets of the Devildom.

There were going to be tons of food trucks, vendors, shows and so much more.

They promised you that you would have a ton of fun ~ so who were you to refuse to go?

It was only after you got to the event that you began to regret your decision to go.

You had all shown up in a large group, but it seemed that everyone had their own things that they wanted you to experience.

All fifteen of your friends almost immediately went their own way, wanting to get something from a specific vendor to bring back to you or wanting to get you tickets to a show.

They were in competition mode and whenever that happened, you knew that it was hard to get them back on track.

There were tons of people surrounding you; and, despite your best efforts, you couldn’t see a single one of your friends.

You were a bit frustrated at this point, mostly because you had only agreed to go for them.

And, now you were standing in the middle of a crowd of demons, by yourself, unsure where to go or what to do.

You wanted to call someone on your D.D.D. but with how busy it was around you, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to hear anyone even if they did pick up the phone.

You thought about using your pact to summon one of the brothers; but, you didn’t think you were at the stage where that was exactly necessary.

Especially since summoning could cause the brothers pain if it isn’t done properly and it had been a while since you tried to do it.

Unsure of what else to do, you decided to be a little mischievous and test your bond with the others a bit.

You took a deep breath before shouting into the crowd, “Y/N is a good-for-nothing human!”

You paused for a moment, looking around once again, but when you still couldn’t find anyone, you let out a small sigh.

I guess that didn’t work…

“Alright, who said that?!” Mammon shouted, suddenly barreling through people to reach you.

“Oh, there you are!” you said, relieved at the sight of a familiar face and completely forgetting about your little joke.

But, there were fifteen people suddenly rushing to your side who did not forget about what was said.

They each came to you, one by one, hot and heavy and ready to throw punches.

You listened as they each began to throw insults toward this imaginary person as they searched the crowd for who could possibly be the culprit.

You tried to interject a few times, wanting to tell them the truth, but every time you opened your mouth, you were interrupted by another angry person.

“Y/N, did you see who said those words about you so we could find them?” Diavolo asked you, concern in his eyes as everyone turned their attention to you.

You were holding back a laugh as your cheeks dusted pink from all of the attention.

“Sure ~ it was me,” you admitted and their faces turned from ones of anger to confusion.

“Why would you say that stuff about yourself?” Beel asked as innocently as ever.

“Geez, Levi, you’re rubbin’ off on ‘em,” Mammon pouted, causing Levi to look extremely guilty.

“Relax, everyone,” you replied, stifling another laugh.

“I lost you in the crowd and I thought it would catch your attention enough that you would come find me. Looks like I was right,” you explained.

“Well that was risky,” Belphie stated. “Satan nearly lost his mind,” Solomon agreed quietly.

You couldn’t help but notice how adorable they all looked, pouting at the prank you managed to pull off. 

“I’m sorry, really. But, I thought the purpose of bringing me to this event was so that I could experience everything with all of you. Not for me to stand alone in the crowd,” you added.

You could feel the tension in the air shift as they realized that they had left you alone and understood where you were coming from.

They completely abandoned you in the middle of this large event. No wonder you pulled that stunt.

They promised not to leave you alone again and they each took you to their favorite parts of the event, making sure that at least one person was with you at all times.

They made you promise that you would never try something like that again.

You had fifteen people who were ready to fight for you at the drop of a dime, and saying something like that, even if you were joking, would always set them off.

Because they cared about you far too much to let something like that slide.

[hkthatgffan]

Kiki-Kit Situation Update

Bit of an update to this post from the other week.

Details are all in that post but as a refresher, Kiki-Kit, one of the Gravity Falls fandom's better known/longtime artists, had been taking commissions from multiple people and despite everyone paying her in full, she had yet to fulfill their comms with some waiting up to 5 years with no update. And what made it especially troubling was that she had not communicated with anyone and even blocked one person who had tried to talk about it.

I also had gotten a commission from her in February and have been waiting on it since without her responding at all to me after saying my payment went through. Well, since then we have at least one little update about this...

@foxieskullz tweeted that she has since gotten a refund from Kiki-Kit. She also sent me proof of the refund and Kiki saying she'd pay her back.

This is of course great as Foxie had been of course, waiting since 2019 for her comm that Kiki had practically ghosted her over. It is like she said, disappointing it had to end up happening this way but at least now she has gotten her money back and hopefully in some way, through word finally spreading about all this, able to put it behind and move on from this mess, albeit with perceptions of Kiki greatly changed for the worse.

Of course, this does not mean everything is all good. Kiki has not yet gotten back to me or anyone else about our commissions. I've not heard a single thing publicly or privately from Kiki about this. Neither has anyone else I mentioned in the original post and of course, people like Jolliejackdaw, who Kiki blocked, are still waiting for a response...

Not only that, but the original post I made also has led to more people coming out and mentioning their own situations with Kiki and her not fulfilling their commissions.

So, while it is good to see Kiki-Kit actually working to respond to and refund someone, it's still just the tip of the iceberg. There are many, MANY more people who are waiting for an update.

And like I said in the original post, this isn't a hit job on an artist because she's not finished a commission. This is about lack of communication or transparency from her about why she has not responded to our messages and won't listen when we've had enough and just want a refund. Kiki-Kit could have easily handled this all privately by just being better at communicating with her clients. We're all understanding and patient and would more than have been okay with waiting however long for our comms if she had let us know that properly beforehand (and yes, she did that in June but also said she'd have comms finished soon and didn't deliver then either and also never followed up with an update or even responded to anyone who DM'd her including me). Even a simple, hello would have been okay instead of all this ghosting.

I do hope she does right these wrongs. I honestly do not believe Kiki is a bad person or trying to scam people. It would be truly vile and heartbreaking if that really was the case. But you can't say she hasn't left that perception of herself on so many of us, myself included. I do believe she can still resolve all of this if she just communicates better. Make a post saying you're gonna give people who commissioned you a chance to message you (and you actually responding to them this time) and let you know if they wanna continue with it or get a refund and then commit to either giving those people a refund or fulfilling what you were paid for!

I wanna thank also everyone who shared and spread the word on the original post. Even on my end, making a post like that was difficult to do to say the least. Calling out people, especially someone as major and long time in the fandom who I respected like Kiki is not something I wanna do, ever wanted to or thought I would do. But hearing all the stories from so many people who like me, have been waiting for an update from her and haven't gotten any, really made me realize enough was enough and someone had to make this issue known to a greater set of eyes. I don't like using my platform for stuff like this but this was something that had reached a point where it was no longer showing results through the proper channels of communication Kiki had set up. If you're not gonna respond to DM's, emails and tweets from people who have paid you and you have yet to fulfill their work or even give them an update when they want you to and given you ample time to do so, then you leave us with no choice other than to go this way.

I hope you do see this, @kiki-kit. Please get in touch with us who you have taken on a commission from and please just talk to us. Please give us a chance to either get a refund or give us a solid timeline on when our commissions will be done. No one will hate you if you need to take time to finish it. But just please, stop ghosting us and actually reply to your customers when they email or DM you for an update or at most, give a reason why it may take longer. That's all.

Sincerely again,

Every person who has paid you for a commission and still has yet to hear back from you and every Gravity Falls fan who your work inspired and hopes that you make things right

[fuck-customers]

I just have to vent to someone about this: I work in a convenience store. It gets real slow sometimes, so there's a few customers I'll chat with to pass the time. But I have an annoying customer that comes in almost everyday, sometimes multiple times a day, to complain about his dog. He used to be totally silent and honestly pretty rude to me, but one day I was talking to the woman in front of him while I was checking her out and I casually mentioned that my mother and grandmother both trained dogs, so I picked up a lot from them. Since then he's decided I'm supposed to help him with all his dog training woes.

Apparently his old dog passed away a few months ago and she was super easy and calm, so he decided to go out and get another dog. He showed me a picture of her and she looked like some sort of cattle dog mixed with dalmatian, maybe with some malamute or husky thrown in. He complains that she's nothing like his old dog, she's constantly whining and barking and never sits still and she's destroyed his furniture. And I try to be sympathetic but like... buddy. Your old dog was a senior dachshund and your new dog is a nightmare amalgamation of high energy, high maintenance dogs. I'm surprised she hasn't torn your house apart board by board. I tried telling him as gently as possible that high energy dogs like her need a job to do, or at least lots of exercise to get her energy out, but apparently he doesn't want to listen.

He also acts like the dog has like.. a personal vendetta against him? He says things like "(old dog) knew I have to get at least 6 hours of sleep every night or I can't function, but (new dog) wakes me up on purpose every night. (old dog) would never treat me this way." I eventually had to be like "You.. do know nothing a dog does is personal, right? If she's acting out it's because her needs aren't being met or she hasn't been trained properly. I think you're anthropomorphizing her too much."

He just stared at me blankly before being like "What did you just say?"

"Uh. You're anthropomorphizing her too much?"

"What does that mean?"

I proceed to tell him that animals aren't people and it's useless to prescribe certain human emotions or thought processes to them. Like.. the dog isn't trying to disrupt your sleep because she hates you, she just probably has to pee. Or she's feeling pent up because she didn't get walked enough. He was quiet for a little bit again before being like "I never thought about that. You're actually kinda smart, I didn't expect that."

I awkwardly fake laughed and was like "What, did you think I dropped out of 3rd grade or something?" and he, with the most serious look on his face, said "Well you work here for a reason."

So he basically admitted to my face he's been bothering me for dog advice for WEEKS but hasn't been taking any of it because he thought I was stupid and beneath him. Just... why. 😑

Posted by admin Rodney

[monayen]

how about something sfw for a change? can you do a ranking of who’s best at cooking?

Cooking Headcannons

➷ Paring - Multi x Fem!Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]

➷ CWs - very light mention of consuming blood and cannibalism. that’s about it !!

a/n - i feel like im a bit rusty at pure sfw stuff… but i will try for NNN ~_~ this isn’t a ranking, since a good chunk are either just bad or barely cook. mostly just hcs about food they like, what’d they’d make you, and habits etc. ratmen are excluded cus you know those boys scavenge rather than cook !!! also ignore any mistakes i wrote this really fast

Sebastian

While Sebastian did work at a pizza place for a bit before becoming Randal’s pet, it was just as a delivery boy

I like to think he was in the training process of learning how to make the food, but he got lost before he learned anything skillful. He does have half the recipe for garlic knots memorized though 

A personal hc is that his parents were semi-absent with him (which probably helped lead him to being in the adoption center in the first place), so he survived a lot on sandwiches and microwave meals since they were easy and available

He wasn’t a big fan of it then, but now he craves them a lot. His favorite were the microwaveable kraft dinner mac & cheese cups. Foods like that are a comfort for him, and he’ll love you forever if you manage to get some for him to eat

Luther doesn’t trust him in the kitchen, so even if Sebastian wanted to cook, he wouldn’t be allowed. Deep down, he doubts his cooking skills anyways

Randal

A terrible cook. He has no idea how to properly prepare a meal and his attempts often end in disaster

Randal doesn't understand the concept of recipes or following instructions. He just throws random ingredients together and hopes for the best. “How to Basic” levels of culinary skills

Despite his terrible cooking skills, Randal still insists on trying to make meals for people (or you) to try. Truly believes he's good and everyone else just can’t handle his exquisite tastes

Once, Randal tried to make surprise pancakes for breakfast. He used baking powder instead of baking soda and the pancakes turned out hard as rocks. He still ate them anyway, breaking a couple of his teeth in the process. Don’t worry, they grew back by supper

He used to try to cook at least a couple times a week, but Luther banned him after he 

somehow managed to set water on fire on the stove. Now he’s restricted to just the microwave. Which is alright, just remind him to add the water in his instant noodles before they explode

Randal will also eat almost anything if it's covered in enough sauce or condiments. He's been known to put ketchup on his cereal and maple syrup on his pizza. Swears by it, will probably make you try all his weird food combinations

Satoru

This little show off!

Cooks and bakes purely to give it away to you or Randal. He doesn’t even eat them himself, always insisting you try his new recipe

The reality is that he steals most of his ideas from cookbooks. While he has the skill to execute them, coming up with his own dishes and perfecting them is a bit beyond him—but that’s a secret he keeps to himself!

He’ll sit there, watching closely as you eat his carefully prepared food, studying your reactions and asking if it’s good, like a chef waiting for feedback

But he’s memorized what you like already, and he makes sure to tailor his dishes just for you, hoping to earn your praise when the flavors hit your tongue

Exceptional at chopping, so fast at it you worry he’ll cut a finger off or something if he’s not careful enough. A part of him doesn’t mind if you taste something that has a little bit of his blood in it…

Doesn’t exactly have a favorite meal or food, he likes whatever you like :) is a bit partial to Japanese cuisine though, especially sashimi

Nyon

Nyon's cooking skills are quite limited. As a catman, his preferences lean more towards raw meats and simple  foods. Or whatever Luther gives him

Doesn’t mean he doesn’t like a good home cooked meal, but if you put him in a kitchen with every ingredient and tool that could potentially make something avant-garde or delicious… he’d probably just end up making hard boiled eggs

He does have an odd skill of picking though. Pickled cucumbers, onions, beets, all in unlabeled, merky, mason jars. Has a goal to pickle everything that can be pickled, just to try

Keeps a stash of it in the pantry and munches on them when he gets high. Will share if you ask (he kinda wants you to, pickling takes practice!) 

Nyon has the stance that he’d much rather wash the dishes and put away the ingredients than actually prepare the food, as it’s a lot of effort and stress on his part that’d he’d rather avoid

Nyen

Really only ever cooks for himself. Not a fan of sharing and to be honest… you probably wouldn’t like what he makes anyways

Lots of slabs of undercooked chicken and beef, barely seasoned because “it doesn’t need that.” Protein buff, but not keen on eating beans… or eggs… or fish… Okay, usually just eats chicken to maintain his muscles

Unironically picky, doesn’t eat a lot of what isn’t what he usually eats. If you give him a plate of pasta or something, he’ll just stare at it like you handed him a severed cow head. Even Luther knows this, making sure he keeps the fridge stocked with Nyen favorite foods so he’s in the best condition to get through the day!

Does have a small sweet tooth, so you can coax him into baking if he’s in a good mood. His favorite are raspberry muffins :)

You still might have to do most of the work, but he’ll mix shit and keep track of the dessert in the oven for you. Don’t ask him for anything else—just hand him a muffin and clean up the mess, okay?

Luther

Quite the chef! 

He’s domestic, and even though Randal always begs him to get fast food to eat, he always prefers to make something at home

Uses “passed down” recipes. Passed down from who? Who knows. He keeps them all in a little old notebook, pages yellowed and worn out. The last ingredient in all the recipes is always “love ♡”

He’s also a big fan of those southern mom baking shows, especially during the holiday season, he’ll bake like a madman!

Likes nature, so he does have a small garden in the backyard of the house he’ll tend to when he has the time. Specializes in exotic vegetables you probably aren’t used to eating. Ask him how his kohlrabi harvest is going, he’s quite proud!

The type of humanoid to surprise you with your favorite meal after a long day. Makes enough for everyone, of course, but Luther puts in effort to see the smile on your face when he presents you with it at the dinner table

He does expect compliments after you eat any of his food, even if it’s something as simple as scrambled eggs. It means a lot to him, so don’t forget to do so. He might take it the wrong way if you don’t 

Luther swears up and down that he’d never eat a human. Cannibalism is wrong! But he did get very close to once… just to “expand his pallet”

[localcanadiancreature62]

Fiddlestan au,post reconciliation musings

Welp this au isn't stopping,i continue to have the Fiddlestan brainworms. I have like two other gf aus to work on but nah brain said gay con man hillbilly au so here y'all go.

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• Stan gets REALLY clingy and affectionate with Fiddleford by the time they officially get back together. Because he's secretly afraid of him leaving again and thus he tries to act extra lovey dovey with him in an attempt to make him stay forever but he just ends up smothering the poor southern man. Fidds notices this so he has to reassure the con that he won't be going anywhere as he'll stay with the grifter til' death do they part,this comforts Stan for a while but he still gets antsy when the southerner has to go on errands or something without him. Which goes on to the next point.

• Stan has abandonment issues now. He ended up getting traumatized by the fact that he literally watched his beloved nerd lose himself in real time for years as the hillbilly then NEVER talked to him about the whole ordeal even when he was still sane enough to properly talk about it i.e his time within the Blind Eye Society,like being with Fiddleford was the happiest he's been in his life despite outright avoiding talking about his issues with him only for the man to leave midway into their relationship because of the memory gun (Mcgucket,what the hell have you done to this poor man?). So now Fiddleford has to reassure Stan that he won't be leaving for longer than a few hours/minutes whenever he goes out for groceries or something lest he'd be met with a bajillion texts and missed calls from a very worried,crying con man. Fidds doesn't mind having to do this all the time since it IS his own fault that the man is like this,although sometimes it can get annoying and he regrets leaving Stan for so long because of it.

• Stan and Fidds are switches. Fidds is usually the bottom cuz he's an effeminate scrawny twink but also he likes fucking that smug smirk off of the con's face,meanwhile Stan only bottoms for one very specific reason which is the fact that he can trust the hillbilly to take care of him when he's vulnerable and weak despite otherwise being a tough and macho dom. The toxic masculinity that Filbrick drilled into Stan never went away,but he can forget that for a bit whenever he lets Fidds take control for a few nights.

• Stan and Fiddleford's ideas of a nice date are hilariously contrasting. Stan's idea of a date is a rowdy midnight crime spree with a fancy restaurant dinner at the end while Fidds' idea of a date is a cozy night in reading books or rambling about their lives/interests together while eating some hearty stew. However they find a common ground and eventually compromise by either doing both or by going with the other's idea interchangeably between date nights.

• Fiddleford is riddled with guilt over him indirectly causing Stan to mentally break from his mistakes. He made his grifter have a mini mental breakdown everyday during the building of the portal after the car crash because of how much the man missed him yet couldn't talk to him because of his shattered mental state,he ended up causing his beloved pain because of his darned memory gun invention destroying what they had,and his insane state hurt Stan from the inside whenever he saw him. These are the things that Stan told him after they had another casual talk about their past again,and at this moment Fiddleford realized that he's a terrible partner. He wasn't able to properly process it during their reunion/argument back then as he had to deal with Stan's outburst,but now he can thoroughly feel the shame guilt and anger at himself for doing such horrible things to his grifter. And the worst part is,Stan still stayed even after all of that. He ignored it at first as he didn't want to worry or upset Stan more than he already did,but he eventually couldn't bottle it up anymore as he straight up started sobbing one day while he and Stan were watching TV together. Stan got worried and asked him what was wrong,only for the hillbilly to dejectedly say that he doesn't deserve him. "Oh oh this is the good part where Ducktective has a flipper fight with his brother after he corrected his grammar." Stan remarks as he excitedly watches Ducktective with Fiddleford who's enjoying his beloved's favorite show despite feeling the heavy guilt in his chest. Fiddleford then took a glance at the con,smiling as he looked at him with adoring eyes while the man didn't notice due to being too invested in his favorite program. 'How did fate bring me to this wonderful,goofy man?. He is everything,i want to cherish him forever. He is so forgiving,even when ah.. ruined his life with me leaving.' Fiddleford thought to himself as he felt himself tearing up from guilt and shame from everything he did to Stan. He then starts loudly sobbing,being noisy enough to bring Stan out of his Ducktective obsession induced trance as the grifter noticed him bawling. "Hey- Hey Fiddlesticks,what's wrong?." Stan asks as he then turned off the TV while looking at his hillbilly in concern. "Ah don' deserve you.. I treated you so terribly with that memory gun experiment,and me leaving only to never talk about what happened after that car crash. I forced you to watch me lose mahself in real time,while not realizing how much my dwindling sanity affected you. You warned me about the memory gun and the cult being dangerous,but i didn't listen and i only ended up hurting you further with my mistakes. I'm a terrible partner and you shouldn't have stayed. Why did ya stay?,even after everythin'?." Fiddleford says as he kept crying while looking at the man in guilt. Stan looks at him in shock over such a sudden outburst,but then he sighed in relief as he realized what this is actually about and that he didn't end up saying something dumb that hurt his beloved. "Because being with you was all i ever wanted. Sure you were stubborn with that weird cult stuff and you messed up A LOT but that doesn't give me any reason to stop loving you. I spent those 30 years being angry at you,at myself for what happened but even then i still cared about you and kept worrying about your safety in the dump everyday. You hurt me really bad,and even then my stupid heart still wants you. It's okay Fidds,you don't have to beat yourself up for something that happened years ago. And you ABSOLUTELY deserve me,especially with your kind personality and charming looks." Stan explains as he smiled at the southern man who has his mouth agape in surprise due to how loving and forgiving the con is. "Stanley. Yer a treasure. Why did the universe grace me with such a caring man?." Fiddleford replied as he wiped off his own tears as he kissed the con on the cheek who then blushed from the gesture.

"Well why did the universe give me such a charming nerd?~." Stan teases as the southerner blushed in response. "Oh hush you. C'mere." Fiddleford says as he then grabbed the swindler at the back of his head and pulled him closer to his own face as he kissed him,with him mouthing the con's lips as they lightly made out. The hillbilly groans in delight as he's glad that Stan doesn't hate him for what he did and he truly DOES want to stay rather than feeling obligated to like the little negative voice in his head said.

• Ford supports his brother's relationship with his best friend,although he could've been given a heads up before discovering them roughly making out in the kitchen. He already knew about it the moment Stan got his memories back and ended up telling him about the hillbilly,which is why he told Fiddleford about how much Stan was hurting from his mistakes soon after being given knowledge of their horrible break up (that one part in the argument drabble). He is totally fine with his best friend dating his twin however he can and will kill Fiddleford if he catches the southerner breaking Stan's heart again.

• Fiddleford absolutely KNOWS that Stan is touch starved after going without any affection from him for years,which is why he makes sure to hug him kiss him and caress him every time he sees him. Also another thing related to this point,Stan is fucking HUNGRY for Fidds after 30 years of not tasting his lips or feeling his member so the two make sure to fuck often.

• Fidds and Stan make sure to ACTUALLY talk about their issues this time in their relationship as refusing to communicate was what indirectly lead to their relationship falling apart with the hillbilly opting to use the memory gun after every argument while the con buried his feelings until they burst back then. They do it even if it's scary or confusing,as they need to otherwise they'll end up with heartbreak and hurt again.

[morganas-pendragons]

first kiss | celebrimbor

I cannot find ANY gifs of him in s2 and it's driving me nuts

anyway have some rapid fire drabbles (anything under 1K is a drabble for ME lol but I know they're supposed to be 500 or less sH) - @pentaghasm inspired this one

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He's been staring at the sketches he's drawn of you for what feels longer than appropriate. You have barely left Celebrimbor's side since you arrived in Eregion mere weeks ago. He's shifted his whole life around you. Around your care, your presence in his Forge, the lack of memories, and your struggles in finding out who you are as a person.

He's not concerned about who you were or what you've done before meeting him. What Celebrimbor is concerned about is the deeply rooted affections that he knows he feels deep in his heart. They have only grown fonder in the time the two of you have spent together. The cups of tea shared by the fireplace with the whispered, shameful words of exchanging histories about the House of Fëanor that he is certain you will judge him for just as everyone else does, as he is the last living descendant.

He's memorized every individual interaction down to the detail, but there's just something about that one that sticks in his mind's eye.

"You are not them. Just because you share the same blood does not mean you will make the same mistakes."

Celebrimbor is certain then that he's grown too comfortable around you, around his desires for companionship and his desperate need to no longer feel so alone. You are willing to give him your time and undivided attention because you are interested in him as a person, as Celebrimbor, and not as the Lord and the Greatest of Elven Smiths.

This line of thinking has wholly consumed him. Amid tonight's storm, Celebrimbor has sheltered inside the quiet of his Forge while the rest of the smiths have returned to their homes to be with their families. You previously mentioned going and spending time in the libraries to try and jog your memories with what little images you had to work with before leaving him alone for the evening with promises to later return for tea.

His feet lead him out of the Forge and into the courtyard before Celebrimbor can properly process that it is raining. The path ends at the doors to the Library where he stops short and freezes once he realizes you've opened the door before he thought to knock upon it.

You're wearing his robes. The ones he'd given you your first night in the city. The red ones. They're his favorite.

"Celebrimbor," You muse softly as you drum your fingers against the doorway. "You're soaking wet. What-"

"You have consumed me," Your eyes widen as the words stumble past his lips, and he cannot help himself. "Thoughts of you have consumed me and will not seem to stop. You are the only Elf to cross into these gates that has embraced me as Celebrimbor, without looking for the Greatest of the Elven Smiths or the Lord of Eregion. I-"

You peer up at him now, wet hair clinging to your face as you step fully out of the shelter of the doorway and into the rain that falls upon you both. Your fingers idly reach for his own and squeeze when you recognize the sharp intake of breath at such a simple offer of touch.

"What do you want, Celebrimbor?" You ask softly.

"I want the pleasure of asking if it is okay to kiss you, my Lady. I have been wishing for it for quite a while now."

The color of your cheeks darkens as you nod, and he is upon you, in your space, trembling fingers slotting against the curve of your jaw before you surge upward to meet his mouth halfway. Something broken echoes in the back of his throat when you pull on his robes to tug him closer, curling your own fingers into the wet curls that press against his temples before Celebrimbor forces himself to pull away and allow you both to breathe.

You make a note to remember how often Celebrimbor reacts to even the simplest exchange of touches: A graze of your fingers across the backs of his hands, embracing him in a hug, simply even holding his face in your hands.

Celebrimbor has gone starved of affection for too long.

His kiss is deep and warm and full of longing, as every moment with him has been since you've arrived.

"That..." You whisper, hesitant to pull any further apart as your breath fans his face. His fingers are so warm where they rest against your cheeks. You realize then that you want him to touch you, to always touch you, to feel that warmth that shines from the depths of his soul in every part of you it can reach. "That was wonderful. You are wonderful."

Celebrimbor grins before he tugs on the cuffs of the too long sleeves that cling to your body with rain water.

"I appreciate your affinity for stealing my clothing."

"Stealing? You gave these to me, if memory serves right." You chide, laughing as he links his fingers with yours and leads you back in the direction of the Forge. Joy is a look that you need to see more often from him. "I think I wear this color quite well. Don't you agree?"

There's a confidence in his step as Celebrimbor sweeps you inside of the Tower with his arm wound around your waist, face inches from your own as you rest your hand on his chest.

Growing affections indeed.

"They look far better on you than they ever did on me, beloved," You grin and swoop in to place a kiss on his cheek, laughing as you skip up the stairs to dart into the Forge toward the fire so the two of you can dry in its warmth. "But I would appreciate them not being ruined by the rain. Let us have our tea and let the robes dry by the warmth of the Forge."

You frown.

"I don't have anything to wear right now, Celebrimbor-" You protest. He has the audacity to look smug. "Oh. Oh, you are evil-"

The Elven Smith holds up his newest prize, a stunning green and gold cloak he's had specifically commissioned for you. He flutters his lashes innocently.

You're done for.

"A kiss for a cloak then, hm?"

[dustteller]

Esen is clingy, and Ouyang WILL complain about it (very loudly!), but he's half-laughing and not pulling away, so Esen will count it as a win.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

they licensed his ass

my finished piece of the FWMS (official name definitely 100%) thing we started a few days ago! I had fun I hope folks had and/or continue to have fun with the sketch as well.

[crystalpallette]

little red riding hood but there's no hood and the big bad wolf is a cat and I don't think there's anything to ride in the forest and ringo could be littler so really it's just. red.

[diurnalcritters]

Day 449

[encrucijada]

i think it really is time to accept i have creative burnout.

[egg-emperor]

I think I'm gonna turn a long time precious concept of mine of going on a late night date with Eggman at his Interstellar Park and him telling me about all the beautiful dangerous and brutal things he's created there in great passionate detail and having silly fun there together 💜

[monsterbroth]

i woke up early today and am way too energised my brain is like spilling in circles but I still have not the right energy to be coherent or focus on actually doing anything with it

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

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[boyga-king]

Forgive me I’m externalizing.