#it's fine they're wearing a little sweater :3

[cosmossystem]

Hi again! Sorry we didnt reply right away we were busy yesterday. And also overwhelmed because i dont think we’ll be able to keep up that length of message after the intro lmao. We visited our mom yesterday, we do that almost every week because we’re trying to move our stuff from our mom’s house to our new apartment. But it’s an ordeal because we just have a cart and public transit, mom cant drive either and stepdad’s car doesnt work.

We also sometimes write down things about our friends that we want to remember, but we keep forgetting and falling out of the habit of doing it. Might try to start doing that again, maybe in a new journal. We used to have really bad memory barriers before most of us merged into a subsys. The subsys might end up as one fused alter eventually, but final fusion for the whole system is NOT what we want. We’d be depressed without all our friends and our brain husband.

Idk what else to talk about, is there anything you’d like us to elaborate on in our original message? Also, how are you? How was your day yesterday and/or today? Youre staying in a dorm, so youre in college right? We tried to do college, might go back to learn ASL because it’s useful, but we can only handle one class at a time and it has to be in person. Idk why, our brain just isnt good at school. All throughout elementary, middle, and high school we were consistently a D student at best, but on tests we always scored higher than average students, so we were always described as “very smart but very lazy” because we didnt do any classwork or essays or homework and only did tests. We got into gifted and advanced classes based on test scores. Our mom always insisted there were no mental issues going on but there was probably something, we weren’t really “lazy”, we spent every moment of our time working on personal ambitions like writing stories or calculating how many dragons are in each tribe in wings of fire. We still havent figured out why we sucked at school honestly. What classes are you taking? How are you doing in them? Also feel free to not answer any questions if they make you uncomfy, im just asking for the sake of conversation, you can talk about whatever you want and just ignore all the questions too 🍄

wow i'm so sorry i left this ask in the askbox for so long!! i think i opened the inbox at some point on accident, saw this ask, and then forgot that i didn't answer it :')

don't ever feel like you have to keep up w/ long messages! honestly seeing so much info at once id a lot for me to take in so it's a lot easier to respond to shorter stuff… BUT, that shouldn't stop you from talking either! if you have a lot to say i will listen!

wow that sounds hard!! a new apartment is a big deal though!! so that's great and i'm happy for you! do you like the new place? even though moving is tough i could imagine it'd be exciting to have a brand new apartment~ i hope that's going well for yall!!

i get that tbh i'm not rly good at it either, it's really difficult to keep up a habit yknow? and actually same here about integration, we could never do full integration that would be SO stressful and upsetting i think it would just make us split again :']

we're… ok, not fantastic. finally got to the doctor and got a letter for accomodations! it's… not everything we need but it's a start i guess. i don't want to get too into it here but this has been a verrrrrrry rough week because we have one specific class that requires a group project and… the group has been sort of bullying us and the professor won't do anything about it :') so i've been incredibly drained and dealing with flare ups this week and spent most of my free time just trying to relax (read: age regress, nap, play animal crossing, and watch movies with my internal caretakers.)

yes in college! a freshman! which makes us a little late to starting but whatever. we're doing an art major so all of our classes (except for one) are art courses! kinda similar to you, we score high on the work we do but end up falling behind quite often due to audhd or our chronic illness… so we're passing in all of them but often just barely :'D i relate a bit to the "very smart but lazy" thing bc when we were little we missed a lot of days of school because school was a chore to get to, but when we DID go we often scored high and got good grades that only got dragged down bc of our lack of attendance… i think one year i missed something like 20 days of school!! and no things have not improved LOL. oh but i also want to take ASL classes too! i asked my advisor about it and (at risk of doxxing us here) she said that they have started offering them but i couldn't take them bc they booked up SO QUICK that no seats were available… and then right before the fall semester started, they cancelled the course????? and they didn't bring it back for the spring???? idk it's weird. anyway there's other places around us offering ASL courses so if push comes to shove, we'll take one of those over the summer :P

anyway, all of our in-person classes are over so we're home for the next month or so. i do have a few finals left to finish up but after next week i'm done. and right now i'm tired… so i'm taking a bit of a break to rest.

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

Imagine Softie!Jason. To everyone else, he's a bit mean and standoffish. But to you, that man is a Simp and a half. Anything you want or need, he gets you. You say a coworker was mean to you at work, they're apologizing the next day. You linger at a shop window looking at a sweater... it's delivered to your apartment by the end of the week. He's being a little mean to someone at a bar and ready to fight, all you have to do is say his name and smile and he backs down. You have a stressful day, that man makes you cum until you beg him to stop and even then 'just one more... you got one more'.

Unf.

Oh, anon, i think you've low key stolen my heart. I love the idea of jay being soft like that<3

Soft! Jason Todd x Reader

Soft! Jason Todd who loves to hold your hand in public, but will always be looking around to make sure no one is too close to you. He might act like it's no big deal, but he's silently watching, ready to jump into action if someone steps out of line. When you hold his hand back, though, he calms down instantly, finding comfort in your touch.

Soft! Jason Todd who insists on carrying all the heavy bags for you, even when you tell him you’re fine. He acts like it’s no big deal, but you can tell he secretly loves being able to do something for you. He’ll always find a way to carry your stuff, whether it's groceries or a backpack, just to make sure you're not burdened.

Soft! Jason Todd who has a habit of brushing your hair out of your face when you're distracted. He’s rough around the edges but, when it comes to you, he’s gentle, as though every touch is an apology for the harsh world he’s lived in. He’ll do it casually, but there's a softness in his eyes when you catch him.

Soft! Jason Todd who would rather risk a fight with anyone who disrespects you than let you deal with any kind of discomfort. He may look like he’s trying to start something, but the second you look at him with a calm expression, he shuts down, knowing you're the one who can stop his rage. His love for you is his anchor.

Soft! Jason Todd who hates seeing you upset. He’ll try to hide his concern under a facade of indifference, but if you’re upset for too long, he becomes clingy. He’ll either silently pull you into his arms or buy you your favorite food in an attempt to make things better, even if he doesn't know the words.

Soft! Jason Todd who’s always watching your back. No matter where you are, he’s like a shadow, always making sure you’re safe. He’ll act tough, but the minute you say, “I’m fine, Jason, stop worrying,” he’s immediately soft and obedient, stepping back but never really leaving.

Soft! Jason Todd who’s surprisingly shy when it comes to complimenting you. He’ll say something like “You're looking good” in that adorable, gruff tone and look away, but his cheeks betray him with a faint blush. He’ll never admit it, but he can’t stop stealing glances at you when you’re not looking.

Soft! Jason Todd who doesn’t mind if you steal his hoodie. In fact, he loves it when you wear it, and he’ll sneak little glances at you, unable to hide the grin spreading across his face. It’s his subtle way of showing you how much you mean to him without saying a word.

Soft! Jason Todd who likes to surprise you with little gestures of affection. He might leave your favorite snack on your bed or clean up your space when you’re too busy. He doesn't expect recognition, but seeing your smile is more than enough for him.

Soft! Jason Todd who gets worried about you when you're out in public, even if you can take care of yourself. He'll scan the room like a hawk, looking for any potential threat, even if it’s just a crowded store. The second you notice and smile at him, he relaxes, his jaw unclenching.

Soft! Jason Todd who never really shows it, but he loves being the one you rely on. When you need something, whether it’s help with a problem or simply a listening ear, he’ll be there without question. His protective nature is fueled by his deep love for you, even if he doesn’t always express it directly.

Soft! Jason Todd who secretly loves the thought of having you around, even when he's pushing you away. He might act like he’s fine being on his own, but he’ll subtly make sure you’re still close. He’ll start with something like, "You don’t have to stay here," but as soon as you do, his demeanor softens and he’ll quietly be grateful.

Soft! Jason Todd who doesn’t let anyone else touch you without a heavy dose of protectiveness. He may be joking around one moment, but if another guy even looks at you the wrong way, he becomes serious, standing in between you and the person. You can count on him to take care of anything that threatens your space, whether physical or emotional.

Soft! Jason Todd who sometimes gets lost in the little things. Whether it’s the way you laugh or the warmth of your hand in his, he takes note of every detail that makes you, you. Even though he won’t say it out loud, he’s always thinking about how lucky he is to have you in his life.

Soft! Jason Todd who can’t help but stare at you when you're concentrating or absorbed in something. He loves how you get lost in what you're doing, and he admires your focus. His gaze is intense, but he’ll play it cool when you catch him, pretending he wasn’t watching but secretly smirking to himself.

Soft! Jason Todd who turns into a grumpy mess when he sees you in distress. Whether you're upset over something small or big, he’s all action, immediately trying to fix whatever's wrong. He may act like he doesn’t want to talk about feelings, but he’ll listen to yours until the issue is resolved.

Soft! Jason Todd who loves to cuddle with you when you're both home after a long day. He’ll pull you close, acting like he's just tired, but secretly, it’s the only time he feels at peace. When you trace your fingers through his hair, he’ll relax completely and maybe even drift off to sleep.

Soft! Jason Todd who can't help the way his hands begin to wander to massage the fat and muscle of your inner thighs. His thick fingers tend to wander beneath your shirt before snaking under the waistband of your pants to gently dig them into your skin.

Soft! Jason Todd who still acts completely normal as he does so, his eyes still focused on the TV on the wall at the foot of your bed. If you knew any better, you'd think that he didn't even notice how bold his touches had grown. This has happened a few too many times for you not to know better, but no efforts were made to stop him.

Soft! Jason Todd who, before you know it, is rubbing slow, languid circles on your clit through your panties. The friction is almost frustratingly slow, but after the shitty day that you've just experienced, you were thankful for any kind of distraction. You swear you almost let out a whimper just from his calloused fingertips brushing under the elastic of your underwear.

Soft! Jason Todd who takes everything as slow as possible, no matter what responsibilities he may have to deal with later on in the night. He knows that your day was less than ideal, but something about you all frazzled just gets him going. Plus, he knows for a fact that he can pull more orgasms out of you when you're so high-strung.

Soft! Jason Todd who doesn't even trail your panties down your legs and past your knees until you've cum on his fingers once or twice. As much as Jason loves to tease, he knows how uncomfortable your sticky, wet panties must be against your puffy and needy pussy.

Soft! Jason Todd who's kneeling on the ground between your plush thighs before you can even blink, his large hands holding onto your hips as if he'll drown when he lets go. His lips are much slower on your skin, however, as they trail light kisses up your thighs and leave small nips along the way.

Soft! Jason Todd who doesn't adjust his pace as you whine and beg, no matter how much you try to persuade him. Every little complaint you let out about him going too slow earns you a light slap to the side. "Jay, baby... Please. I've already had such a long day-" 'smack!' "Quit your yapping, doll face. You can be a good girl and wait."

Soft! Jason Todd who absolutely devours your weeping pussy once his tongue makes contact with your dripping folds. His muscle leaves absolutely no bit of skin untouched as he gives your pulsing clit a little suck every once in a while. He couldn't hold back his smirk when he looked up to see your eyes rolled back in utter ecstasy.

Soft! Jason Todd who's pace stays relentless, even as your fingers are tugging at his black and white locks. "Oh fuck... Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." The curses fall from your lips like a mantra as you tug on his head, unsure of whether you want to greedily pull him closer or push him away to avoid thr overstimulation that's bound to happen. "Quit pulling me away, ma." He mutters into your cunt, spitting on your already dripping folds as he worships you like a piece of art. "You had 'such a bad day,' right? You were just begging for me to touch this pussy. Let me do my job."

Soft! Jason Todd who ends up betwen your quivering thighs for hours on end, greedily licking up every single drop of your endless orgasms that seem to be ripping through you every few minutes. His strong nose is constantly bumping against your overstimulated clit. You're pretty sure that you've cum from that little of contact alone, at this point.

Soft! Jason Todd who literally has to be torn away from your weeping folds as your eyes water from how much you're feeling. Your glassy eyes are just so beautiful as you look down at him with sore fingers tangled into his hair. "Come on, baby..." He coos, pressing a gentle kiss to your thigh as if he hasn't been pleasuring you for the majority of the evening. "You can handle one more. I know this pretty pussy can handle one more for me."

Soft! Jason Todd who ends up making you squirt on his tongue three more times before he finally stops with a kiss to your achy, puffy clit. As always, he makes sure that you get a taste of yourself on his lips as he kisses you until your tears eventually slow to a stop.

Soft! Jason Todd who doesn't even get himself off on nights like this. The only time he allows himself to orgasm when you're upset is if he ruts himself into the side of the couch or if you want to take out some frustration by gagging on his large, thick cock.

Soft! Jason Todd who carries you to bed and wipes you off with the utmost care after overstimulation like this. Every single hickey he's left on your thighs gets kissed and every drop of your fluid mixed with his spit is carefully wiped away with a cool cloth. He makes sure that only the lighter blankets and comforters are left on the bed so that you don't get too hot as you try to come down from your endless highs of the night.

Soft! Jason Todd who is whispering praises into your hair until you fall asleep, one of his hands holding yours with entwined fingers and the other running soothing circles along your back. "You did so good for me, beautiful..." His voice is nothing more than a mumble amongst the ambience of Gotham City outside of his apartment. "I knew you had it in you, baby. I've got you now... No more stress for today. It's all over."

Masterlist

[victorbutnotreally]

hi :D 

i was thinking of minho. yk, as you do, and then i thought of him with a much bigger partner. like, big strong man with big hands. would absolutely love a spoonful of feminization added to the mix. yes, i was thinking nsfw, but if you want to do sfw, that's fine too. have a wonderful morning/night/ whatever, pretty. ily <3

A/N: love this!! ilyt, have an amazing time <3

warnings: size kink, a whole nsfw section, manhandling, choking, sex on the kitchen counter, fingering,

sfw

we gotta start with cuddles. this adorable baby will cling to your big frame like a whole monkey. minho's the little spoon because you are just a human heater. 

you make him feel so smol and safe

he seizes every opportunity to sit on your lap. argue with the wall.

when it was revealed that he was dating someone, but he didn't want to reveal who exactly it was, he'd take a selfie with you standing behind him but since you're both standing straight, it's just his face and your chest. 

and then the comments flood in.

"Damn he's big" "Which manhwa did you grab him from" "oh i didn't know you were dating the empire state building"

would definitely correct your posture. dancer shit lol

you would have enough space on your body for Minho and all three of his cats to lay on you :(((

would tease you about your height for sure, constantly calling you the names of random tall buildings or the classic "how's the weather up there?"

loves to bury his head in your chest. he just loves your tits heart.

literally cannot hold your hand with just one of his hands. too big.

you always walk by his side at airports and other crowded places. you'd have an arm around his waist and he feels so safe with you🥺

loves to trace the veins on your forearm or neck when you're both alone and doing nothing, or cuddling.

loves back hugs where you just engulf him with your big body.

always wears your clothes. your shirt, sweater, hoodie.. they're so fucking big on him and he loves it.

loves to sleep on top of you or just cuddled up so close to you, as if he's trying to melt into your body

would love to be called princess as you're spoiling tf out of him

he loves how you can effortlessly lift him up

nsfw

speaking of lifting him up, the manhandling in the bedroom is definitely something he loves.

he'd feel so safe even as you're tossing him around like a ragdoll

he LOVES it when you pin both of his wrists above his head with just one hand.

and of course, nothing about you is small. the bulge in his belly when you're inside him? sends him fucking reeling. and when you press down on it, he lets out the prettiest noises.

I feel like he'd love sex on the kitchen counter? like he'd be cooking up a storm (a piece of cake) and you'd have him bent over the counter afterwards just fucking him so good.

he loves seeing your hand on his thigh. it could be outside of sex, but during sex, when you throw one of his legs over your shoulder and hold his thigh?? your hands look big even on his big thighs and it's so fucking hot to him

would love choking, especially seeing how big your hands look around his slender neck.

do I even have to talk about fingering him with your long fingers? they'd reach so deep, they'd reach everywhere.

he loves ALL your veins. the veins on your dick has him drooling and he'd feel it in him when you're fucking him

[aisiedaisie]

Helllllo!! Could you maybe do a wolfstar x reader (or anyone if you don’t do that :))) with a reader who lovesssss makeup and has like a big collection and spends a bunch of money on it and maybe the boys being super intrigued or confused by it? <3

Hello hello~!!! Thank you for this amazing idea! I wasn’t sure if you were asking for romantic or platonic wolfstar but I may have gone the romantic route. I hope you enjoy it!

Also, it seems I am utterly incapable of writing short stories... Hopefully you don't mind!

Poly! Wolfstar x Fem!Reader WC: 2k

You breathe out, the exhale a soft puff that lingers in the chilly air. Your fingers run through your hair, frustration creeping up your spine.

It's a mess—which wasn’t new for days like this. The winter winds have stolen every ounce of moisture, leaving your strands dry and unruly. The static makes each strand stand on end, refusing to fall into place as you try to tame them with a bit of leave-in conditioner.

But today, of all days, it needs to cooperate.

You glance in the mirror, taking in your reflection. This is the first time you're hosting date night at your place, and after hours of prepping dinner, tidying up every inch of the apartment, your hair had become the least cooperative part of the evening. You sigh, trying to smooth the mess down, but it feels hopeless.

A light knock on the door pulls your attention away, snapping you out of your frustration. Your heart gives a flutter, and you take a moment to steady your nerves. The knocking continues, a little more insistent, and you curse under your breath as you give your reflection one last look. Your cream knit sweater and well-worn jeans are fine—fine—but not exactly what you'd imagined wearing on such a special evening. It’s casual, maybe too much so, but you tell yourself to let it go. You smooth down the hem and force a shy smile.

The door creaks open, and you greet them with a soft, sweet "Hey." Your voice betrays a touch of nerves, but you stand tall, holding the door wide open as you invite them inside.

Remus and Sirius stand frozen in the hallway just outside your door, their eyes taking in your appearance with an intensity that makes you feel as though they're seeing straight through you. A soft smile spreads across Remus’s face, while Sirius’s lips curl into a wolfish grin. They both seem to sense the knot of anxiety in your chest, reading it effortlessly, as if it was as obvious as the frazzled mess of your hair.

"Hey, dove, you okay there?" Remus asks, his voice a gentle murmur as he bends down, pressing a warm kiss to the crown of your head. The sudden contact sends a spark of calm through you, though the tightness in your stomach doesn’t quite fade.

"Yeah, you look a bit nervous," Sirius adds, his tone teasing yet soft. His lips brush your cheek in a quick kiss as he steps past you into the flat, his eyes flicking over the space, taking in the cozy chaos of your preparations.

The living room, while small, is filled with the soft charm of the season. A few scattered holiday decorations dot the space—pine cones nestled in a crystal dish on the dark wood coffee table, their spiced scent mingling with the candles burning nearby. The flickering lights cast a warm glow across the room, the air thick with the comforting scent of mulled cider and cinnamon, drifting lazily from the kitchen.

They’ve been here before, of course. They’ve picked you up for dates, lingered in the living room while you finished getting ready. But tonight, it’s different. Tonight, they’re not just picking you up. They’re settling in, staying awhile, and something in the atmosphere shifts. The space feels fuller, more alive somehow, even with the quiet tension you’re trying so hard to hide.

"Come on in, make yourselves at home," you say, your voice a little steadier now, though still laced with uncertainty. You close the door behind them, your fingers brushing along the handle as you take their coats and drape them over the back of the couch. It’s a small gesture, but it feels grounding, giving you something to focus on.

You lead them into the dining room, where the table is set in preparation for dinner. White tealights glow softly, casting delicate shadows on the polished surface. Your nice dinner plates gleam under the candlelight, silverware set just so, ready to be used. It’s a simple, intimate setup, and for a fleeting moment, you wonder if it’s enough.

Remus pauses in the center of the room, scanning the flat before turning back to you with a gentle smile. “Do you mind if I use the restroom, love?” he asks, his voice soft but carrying a hint of amusement as he looks around the space, searching for the door.

You smile softly, pointing down the hallway. "It’s the second door on the left," you say, your voice light.

Remus nods with a grateful look before darting down the hallway, eager to relieve himself. Sirius watches him go with a shake of his head, chuckling under his breath. "He’s had to pee since we got to your street," Sirius says, his tone laced with affection and amusement.

You can’t help but laugh, your fingers busying themselves with pouring warm cider into mugs. 

That’s when you hear Remus’s voice, sharp and full of surprise. "What the hell?"

A rush of concern flutters through you, catching your breath. You freeze, the warm cider sloshing in the cup you hold, spilling a few droplets as you try to make sense of his exclamation. What did I forget? Was it your hairbrush on the counter again? No... you made sure it was put away. You rack your brain for a moment, but nothing stands out.

Sirius, ever the quick one, is already walking down the hall, following the sound of Remus’s voice. You move to follow, two steps behind him, a strange tightness settling in your chest.

You watch as they reach the second door on the right, and your eyes widen.

Sirius peeks in first, curiosity piqued, and his voice rings out with a hint of amusement. "Moons?" he asks, stepping into the space. He tilts his head to look around, his gaze landing on the long white vanity in front of them. Your heart skips a beat as you catch up, now standing in the doorway just behind them.

The vanity stretches out before you, gleaming under the soft light. Clear storage cabinets line the sides of the mirror, each one filled to the brim with various cosmetics: lipsticks in shades you can’t even name, neatly arranged bottles of foundation, and an assortment of brushes that you’d long since given up organizing. Your cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and mild surprise, realizing they’ve stumbled upon your private little collection.

Sirius raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, while Remus stands there, his expression somewhere between shock and genuine curiosity. The air between the three of you crackles with unspoken words as you stand in the doorway, feeling every bit of their gaze on the cluttered, yet carefully curated, space.

Your lips press together as you try to formulate an explanation, feeling a wave of heat rise in your cheeks. What can I possibly say now that they've seen all of this? You stand there, torn between embarrassment and amusement, watching the two of them as they take in the sight of your beauty room.

“Holy shit, love, I knew you liked makeup, but I didn’t think you liked it this much,” Sirius says, his tone an odd mix of shock and awe. He steps closer, eyes roving over the meticulously organized rows of products. Beside him, Remus examines the array with a look of sheer bewilderment.

“You... you actually use all of this?” he asks, gesturing to the overflowing drawers, as if struggling to comprehend.

You nod shyly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Not all at once, of course, but... yeah.” You glance over at them, hoping they’re not overwhelmed.

Sirius reaches out, his eyes lighting up as he picks up a familiar tube. “This is the lipstick I bought you for Valentine’s Day,” he murmurs, a fond smile spreading across his face. He turns the deep red Gucci lipstick in his fingers, the one he’d surprised you with on that special day. It’s a brand you’d never splurge on for yourself, and the fact that he remembers only softens the moment.

Remus clears his throat, breaking the quiet. “Alright, hang on—I really need to pee, but we are so talking about this when I get back.” He gives you a quick, reassuring smile before dashing out of the room, leaving you alone with Sirius, who is still absorbing the scope of your collection.

Noticing your discomfort, Sirius settles himself into the plush chair in front of your vanity mirror. He catches your eye in the reflection, a mischievous gleam brightening his gaze. “Love, can you do my makeup?” His grey eyes lock with yours, and you can’t help but laugh, shaking your head.

“What do you want, Siri?” you ask, moving to stand behind him, your hands instinctively finding their way into his dark, unruly curls. His eyes flutter shut as he leans back into your touch, a low groan escaping his lips.

“Reggie’s been wearing eyeliner lately, and it actually looks pretty cool. Can you do that for me?” he asks, keeping his eyes closed, totally at ease.

A sweet hum escapes you as you think it over. “Are we talking waterline or a wing?” you ask, fingers combing gently through his hair.

“Which one’s easier?” he asks, eyes cracking open to meet yours, genuine curiosity lighting his face.

“For you? Probably a wing,” you explain with a smile, reaching over his shoulder to grab your favorite liquid liner. “Putting it in your waterline can get uncomfortable. I’ll go easy on you.”

He chuckles, a small smirk forming as he settles in, clearly ready for whatever you’re about to do.

Remus steps back into the room, his hands settling on your hips with an easy familiarity. You feel his warmth as you focus, steadying the felt-tip pen and carefully flicking it to form the perfect wing at the corner of Sirius’s closed eyes.

“And what exactly are you two up to?” he asks, voice laced with fond amusement. His hazel eyes shine with a soft curiosity, watching as you carefully hover over Sirius.

You glance up, meeting his gaze with a playful smile. “Just spreading my love of makeup,” you quip, your voice light with humor.

At that, Sirius opens his eyes slowly, catching sight of himself in the vanity mirror. The sharp lines of the eyeliner bring a new edge to his look, making his grey eyes look strikingly intense. A small, satisfied grin spreads across his face as he takes in the transformation. “Damn—I look good.”

“When don’t you look good?” Remus laughs, shaking his head as he leans in closer. There’s a warmth in his gaze, a kind of love that makes the room feel cozier.

You smile, leaning across Sirius once more to reach for your favorite lip oil. Without a second thought, you swipe it across your lips, the slight sheen catching the light before you turn, tiptoeing to press a soft, lingering kiss to Remus’s lips. He blinks in surprise, feeling the film of oil on his lips, and a bashful smile spreads across your face.

“There. Now you’re dolled up too,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

Remus’s cheeks flush, and he lets out a quiet laugh. “Lucky me,” he replies, squeezing your hips gently.

You dart your gaze away, the warmth of the moment lingering as your eyes catch the soft glow of the digital clock on the corner of your vanity. The numbers blink back at you, a gentle reminder of time ticking by.

With a small sigh, you reluctantly shake yourself out of the cozy, dreamlike bubble surrounding the three of you. “We should head back out. I’ve got dinner in the oven.”

Sirius groans dramatically but rises from the chair, throwing you an affectionate look as he reaches out to link his arm with yours. Remus follows, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder, the three of you moving back into the warmth of the dining room, surrounded by candlelight and the smell of cider that fills the air like a promise of a perfect evening ahead.

[thezombieprostitute]

Tech Tuesday: Ransom Drysdale

Summary: Your laptop needs repair and you're at risk of embarrassing yourself and the company in front of some very big investors.

Warnings: Ransom kinda being an ass. Let me know if I missed any.

A/N: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.

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Part 3

You knock on the wall to Ransom's cubicle, startling him out of his focus. He gives you confused look, "what are you wearing?"

"It's my costume," you inform him, giggling. "I'm Bubbles! Me and a couple friends are dressed up as the Powerpuff Girls."

"I have no idea who the Powerpuff Girls are but 'Bubbles' is certainly appropriate for you."

"Thank you!"

Ransom gives you a confused look, "is there something you need?"

"I have a little thank you gift," you say as you bounce on your toes a little.

"And you couldn't just leave it on my desk or something?"

"That would be invading your space," you say, tilting your head in confusion. "That would be incredibly rude of me."

Ransom gives you a look you can't decipher before grumbling, "well thank you for that."

"Not a problem," you grin. You rock back and forth a little in expectation of an invite but he seems to be getting back to work. "Um, may I enter? So I can give you your thank you gift?"

He rolls his eyes and sighs a little, "so long as it's just a one-time thing, sure."

"I'll make a mental note to be sure to ask permission each time," you beam as you step towards his desk. "Oh! You have candy!"

"It's not for me," Ransom shakes his head. "Jake and his wife are bringing their toddlers around for some kind of Halloween practice and Syverson's told everyone in the department they're required to participate."

You're practically shaking with excitement, "that is so adorable! Oh, please tell me there will be pictures? I'd love to see the kids in their costumes! They're still toddlers? Oh, they're gonna be so small and tiny and adorable!"

Ransom holds out his hands in a placating gesture and you force yourself to calm down. You're getting the impression he doesn't do well around energetic people.

"I'll make sure Jake emails you some pictures," Ransom huffs.

You give a small squeal of delight, "thank you!" Your eyes widen as you realize you've been distracted from the purpose of your visit. "Before I forget again," you reach into your bag and pull out the sweater weather pusheen you got for him.

"What...what is this thing?" Ransom asks.

You pause for a moment and Ransom thinks the question broke your brain. "Okay," you start, "I kind of understand not knowing who the Powerpuff Girls are, you were probably 'too old for cartoons' when the show came out. But you're telling me you don't know about Pusheen? It's everywhere!"

Ransom's face contorts into an angry pout, "I guess I just don't pay enough attention."

His reaction makes you stop in your tracks, realizing you've overstepped. "I'm sorry," you tell him. "That was rude of me. Not everyone pays attention to the things that I care about and I should recognize that."

Ransom's face softens, "it's fine." You stand there, awkwardly, for a bit before Ransom asks if there's anything else you need.

"I just..." you take a deep breath. You need to be careful here. "Would you like to be friends?" Ransom raises an eyebrow. "You just...and I'm sorry if I'm being too much, or if I'm wrong, but...you seem like you could use a friend or two? Even if it's just here at the office?"

Ransom freezes as he tries to keep himself calm. He knows he needs others in life, it's one of the things he's been learning from the psychology books and programs. But it still hurts, deeply, to be called out on it.

You see the barely concealed rage on his face and whisper, "I'm sorry. I'll back off."

"You're not wrong," Ransom confesses quietly. "It's just a very sore spot for me."

"Would it be okay if I occasionally came around to chat?" Your voice is full of optimism that has Ransom fighting his instinct to roll his eyes. "You can do the same too. If you need to talk, just stop by my desk! Or if you wanna chat in the break room or something."

Ransom sighs, "okay."

Tech Tuesdays Masterlist

Part 3

Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory;

@late-to-the-party-81; @lokislady82; @ozwriterchick; @ronearoundblindly; @lokislady82

[linkito]

hello. my eye is still twitching but GOD the most recent rambles and rp bits that ange posted made my heart ACHE for scar. he's being so completely and totally overlooked here by multiple other hermits (like his own pain and trauma don't matter) and uuughhhghhghhghhg. anyway poking you to talk more about scar's thoughts and feelings throughout that all IF you would so like (so i can sob and weep and cry and continue to distract myself from work)

Oh gosh, it's bad honestly.

Because Scar knows where his heart is at, he knows he'd never do anything purposely cruel to Grian. But he can't speak for Grian's intentions. The Hermits are concerned that Grian is seeking out self-destruction with their antics and well... Scar just doesn't know.

The safest option for him is to simply wait it out. They put a pause to the rougher side of things, and honestly, that's fine! Scar could continue their relationship like this and he would still be happy. But...is it really their decision? Or are they letting other people think for them? People who don't know their experiences. People who don't know what it means, why they do these things in the first place.

But Scar feels like he has to keep these thoughts to himself. It feels impossible to remove his own desires from the equation if he speaks up, and he wants this to ultimately be Grian's choice.

(But keeping quiet means letting the Hermits have all the influence.)

He also feels like he's being held to a higher standard than is fair because of his seemingly violent nature. He has to appear more put-together and tame when he's around the Hermits. He has to hold back the claws, the teeth, the growling, and even his wings because they simply serve as reminders of his battered and ghastly nature.

And isn't it a little ironic to be hiding wings again? Somewhere where they're supposed to be safe to be themselves?

Grian's trauma results in him being withdrawn and skittish. People see that and pity him, which is a whole mess of its own, of course, but... Scar's trauma resulted in him growing defensive and on edge, ready to fight when normally he'd flee. ...It's harder to empathize with.

The Hermits don't realize what it is the two of them had to do to survive. All they see are sharp edges that they think need to be sanded down.

When the sleepover comes around, Scar practices a simple mantra: soft little kitten paws. Keep his claws retracted. Be gentle and charismatic-- all the aspects of the old Scar that the Hermits want him to be. He wears a dress shirt and a cozy-looking sweater vest. He gets a fresh haircut and combs it back. He uses his cane both because he's anxious and needs the crutch, but also because he hopes it makes him appear more harmless.

... and yet things still go wrong.

have a doodle for reading this far </3

[viennacherries]

WIP Tag Game

omg this is so exciting i've never been tagged in one of these before!! thank you @darkurgetrash for the tag i love u <3

gonna tag a couple of the besties: @cakeboxie @drizztdohurtin @underdark-dreams and all of my other moots who do writing <3 or if you don't write show us your art wips!!!

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It's not like you didn't already know this, but it's becoming increasingly apparent that Rolan is not a patient person.

You'd managed to find a spot with a rock outcropping that made a good enough shelter. The problem is, for both of you to fit under it, it's a little cramped. But you didn't want either of you sat out in the open where anything could spot you, so you'd reluctantly backed up to the wall and against Rolan's side.

It's a bit maddening, being this close to him. His scent fills your nostrils (he smells like weave and something musky, like sandalwood), which is incredibly distracting, and up close you notice he's covered in freckles. They cover his cheeks and forehead and climb their way up to his ears. He's also taken his hair down, which is frankly rather rude of him. It looks soft.

What's ruder is the fact that he literally cannot sit still. His legs bounce where they're stretched out in front of him, and every few minutes he adjusts his posture with a loud groan.

When his leg starts bouncing again for the umpteenth time, your hand shoots out and grabs his knee on its own accord to hold it down. He jumps at the contact and whips his head towards you, and the look of alarm he's wearing would be funny if he wasn't driving you insane.

"Rolan. If you don't stop fidgeting I'll stop you myself."

He frowns. "I can't help it."

You arch an eyebrow, "right, so you want me to hold you down for the rest of the evening? Because I will."

His face flushes and he shakes his head no, so you withdraw your hand. You feel his body relax next to you.

"You may as well try and get some sleep. I can keep watch and wake you up when it's safe to move."

He clears his throat, "that won't be necessary. I'm fine."

You scoff. He's definitely not fine, he's been wiggling around since you both sat down. You tell him as such and the blush rises back to his cheeks.

"I'm not- That's not why I'm-" He sighs "I'm fine."

"Ah, yes. People who are fine usually writhe around like worms."

He scowls at you, but doesn't say anything. At that moment you feel a shiver rip through you. His face softens with concern.

"Are you okay?"

You nod, wrapping your arms around yourself, "I'm fine."

He pulls a face at you. "Ah, yes. People who are fine usually shake like leaves."

Okay, in fairness, you walked right into that one.

"I'm okay, honestly. I'm just a bit cold."

You hadn't really thought about it when you left the inn, hopped up on adrenaline, but now you're sat here you've begun to realise you're not dressed for the chill. You're wearing a pair of light trousers and an old sweater with holes in the sleeves; the clothes you sleep in. It was fine when you were racing around looking for Rolan and fighting shadow creatures, but now that you're sat still with your back up against rock the cold is seeping into your body.

Rolan looks you up and down a few times, then makes a noise of frustration. "Gods, I'm sorry. I should've thought to- I haven't got enough magic left to cast anything to keep you warm."

"It's fine, I'll manage. Besides, you're like a furnace."

It's true, you can feel the warmth from his body where his arm is pressed up against yours. You've trying not to think about it, but it's getting harder to focus on anything else.

There's a moment of silence, and a look of hesitation in Rolan's eye, before he lifts the arm that's against you and instead wraps it around your shoulder. You flinch.

"What are you doing?"

He's blushed again. "Well. We- tieflings, that is- we naturally run hotter. And I got you into this predicament, so the least I can do is stop you from catching pneumonia."

You try desperately to think of an argument that stops him pulling you closer, but you come up empty. You're cold and he's warm, and he smells nice and his hair looks soft, and you are a weak, weak woman.

When you don't say anything else, he tentatively stretches his arm back around your shoulder, and places his hand there awkwardly. You pull a face at him.

"That can't be comfortable, your wrist is at an angle."

He shrugs, which makes you sigh. You grab his hand where it rests on your shoulder blade and manoeuvre yourself so that you're resting your head against his chest. You wrap his arm around you and push yourself against him. He freezes.

There's a long moment where you wonder if you've overstepped a boundary, but then he's sinking himself down against the rock so you can better lean on his chest, and pulling you tight against the side of his body. There's a moment of hesitation before you feel him rest his chin on the top of your head.

His scent and warmth wraps around you and you can feel his heartbeat against your cheek. His chin on the top of your head is a comforting weight, and being surrounded by him like this feels... intimate. You like it.

"I'm sorry, Tav."

You frown, but don't move. "For what?"

He swallows heavily. "I really was unfair to you. It's not your fault Cal and Lia were taken. You're the only reason any of us made it this far in the first place. I lashed out and it wasn't fair."

You give a small shrug, as much as you can without shaking his arms from around you. There's a moment, and then he's moving anyway, turning to face you and holding both of your shoulders.

"Tav, I mean it. It wasn't your fault. I'm sorry."

His eyes are piercing and you struggle to look away despite how intense his gaze is. "You were right. I'm not a leader. I just wanted to do what felt right, but I've put people in danger in the process."

He shakes his head, "I wasn't right. The best leaders are the ones who didn't choose it. They're the people everyone follows because they believe in them." One of his hands comes down and grasps yours, and you feel your breath hitch. "People believe in you, Tav. I... I believe in you."

You don't know how to reply to that, so you don't. Another shiver rips its way through your body, and Rolan wraps both of his arms around you and brings your head back to his chest.

"For warmth, of course." He says it softly.

You nod. "Of course." Your voice comes out quiet and breathless, and you feel Rolan shudder minutely.

A voice in the back of your head tells you that you're walking a fragile line, that you're slowly inching your way over it. That once you cross it there's no going back. The warmth of his embrace must be clouding your judgement, though, because you find you don't care.

[fitgirlfemdom]

The story you made about the pathetic NEET gooner who let himself go is literally me.

It did start small. I was coming off of a high in regards to everything, super promising schooling and I made it into a fairly prestigious lab in college where I still work. But from freshman to senior year, while my schoolwork has been fine, I’ve pretty much watched myself fall from extremely sociable, charming all the way to monstrous fatty sneaking out of my dorm room (which is more of a league of legends/weed/feedist porn dungeon) to pick up my 3rd ubereats of the night while girls look at me judgingly.

And literally the best part is that I glance back up at them, wearing my oversized sweater that’s getting tighter and tighter, and I can’t help but feel so good. It’s amazing when I get into the elevator with rowdy college girls and all they have to make conversation with me is the fact that I’m holding a bag that obviously contains a shit ton of fast food.

I have, seldomly, gotten into the elevator at my dorm with fat girls who appear to be in my boat with regards to overeating ubereats. When that happens, it’s like two people who desperately want out but understand that each other poses no harm in judgment.

In this way, I’ve gained around 90 pounds in 3 years (most of it was in 1 year, so I could easily push it to 150 pounds overall), making me 5’6, 220 pounds.

I have also dabbled in the whole cock rating fetish. I once requested a rating from a super muscular Onlyfans acc where I gave a before pic (for physique) and an after pic.. The next few nights, I downed so much heavy cream and melted ice cream that I had to call off work.

I love the Berserk theme btw. Farnese is by far my fav character.

Oh yeah I love Farnese too! Such a great personality :D

I also wouldn't consider you a NEET, judging by how you're literally in college and that cancels out the first two letters. I see a lot of people, especially on tiktok and twitter, conflating "NEET" with "terminally online nerd." For fetish purposes, though, they look the same, and smell the same, so I guess I can let it slide.

a little bit of rambling:

I think the reason I'm so attracted to fat degenerate nerd losers is not just because they're a lot easier to please, but they also know exactly what they want and where they stand. It's the same with girls--I'm much more interested in chubby, awkward, dyed-hair nerd girls than the girls that called me a bulldyke in high school.

"High-value" men and women in my age group (or whatever they like calling themselves) have no interests beyond vague terms like "traveling" or "doggos" or whatever else I've seen on Hinge. The women are also extremely hesitant about actually getting with women (bicurious) while the men just expect you to worship the ground they walk on, for no reason. I dated a 4.0 gpa gymbro and it was exhausting how insecure, manipulative, and immature he was. no self-awareness at all, just pure narcissism. It's incredibly self-deprecating to worship someone that doesn't impress you.

I've also dated a chubby nerd, and while he wasn't a very good boyfriend, he knew what he liked, and he worshipped me in the bedroom. Our sex life was the reason I stayed.

This is all to say, yeah, those girls are going to be judging you and thinking they'd rather swallow glass than kiss you. they won't be happy, though, with their physically active partners. bodies truly do not represent how good someone can fuck, or love, really. i know this is all a fetish, and it IS hot to have a food-waste-filled goon cave, but outside of all this, you will be loved, and you seem really cool. even tho casca is better.

[bluelolblue]

Trick-or-treat!!!!!

YAYAY THANK YOUU 💖💖

This could be for Wick Week - Autumn prompt (I'm a little late, but it fits ^ ^), event organizer @wickblr

Alright, you get a WickedSaint TREAT! Here is a little ficlet with Santino, John, Biscotti, and Dog! Wick D'Antonio husbands with their doggies :3

Enjoy ^ ^

🍂 Orange Sweaters 🍂

“Do you think it's cold?” Santino asked, resting on the couch with Biscotti in his lap. 

“No? I mean if you're cold, I could set the temperature to warmer.” John offered. He knew Santino was more into spring and especially summer when it came to the weather. He doesn't like feeling cold, so he would wear multiple layers of clothes and it would take him so long to get ready when they would go somewhere. Then again, at least he would wear his beautiful suits.

“I just want Biscotti and Dog to feel warm. Biscotti is small and fluffy, but she doesn't have an undercoat. And Dog…” Santino looked over at Dog, who was next to John and wagged his tail at him. “He has very short fur.” 

“Right. They seem fine to me. Biscotti is always cuddling next to you, so I’m guessing she likes to feel your warmth, but other than that, I don’t think she's cold. Dog, too.” John patted Dog, and he immediately placed his head on his lap, whining for more pats on the head. 

“Yes, but when we're going outside, they both only have those raincoats… that's not warm enough.” The raincoats Santino insisted on, but John was happy to get them for their pets. “They need something like… sweaters.”

John chuckled, “Sweaters?” 

“Yeah, you know… I saw so many dogs wearing all kinds of clothes outside. I think we should get them sweaters.” There was no stopping Santino, again. Their dogs have most of the things because Santino was the one who made sure they got it. Even if it was something like scarves with ghosts and pumpkins for Halloween.

“Sure, we can get them. But the pet store is closed for a week due to some renovations.” 

Santino sighed in annoyance but smiled when Biscotti climbed on his chest to give him a lick on his face. “I'll find a way, don't worry.”

“You don't need to rush, we can wait for a week,” John said softly and rubbed Santino's thigh. 

Santino hummed in agreement, kissing Biscotti’s head when she calmed down, making herself comfortable in his lap again. “Well… they announced rain for that week. I'd like to get them as soon as possible.” 

John found it so sweet how Santino was thinking a little too much about all this and how he always found a solution to get their dogs anything they wanted. He moved closer to his husband and kissed him on his cheek. “You're so sweet.”

“I'm being serious,” Santino murmured and leaned his head against John's shoulder. 

“Of course, honey.” 

Santino was right. The rain hadn't stopped for two days already, and both Biscotti and Dog were left soaked even if they had their raincoats after their walks. And John had to wash them.

Right when John returned from the bathroom with Biscotti and Dog running past him to get to Santino, who was holding a package.

“What's that?” John asked, trying to remember if they ordered something.

“I told you I always find a way.” Santino smiled, opening a small package right in front of John. He pulled out one small orange sweater and one that was bigger. 

“They only had the orange ones. But I think it fits for autumn and Halloween.” 

“They're really pretty and definitely would fit for that, yes. But… when did you even order them?” John was always amazed how Santino managed to get everything under control and find a solution for anything. 

“People still work for me, remember?” Santino winked playfully, crouching down to put the sweater on Biscotti.

“Oh, yeah. You just keep surprising me.” John smiled at him, watching how Santino put the sweater on Biscotti. Santino glanced at John and chuckled.

“Ah, it fits her! She's adorable.” Biscotti happily wagged her tail, licking Santino's hands and quickly running towards John to do the same. 

“Yeah, she is,” John agreed, picking her up as Santino managed to get Dog to stand still to get him into the sweater. “They're both ready for the cold weather now.”

Santino struggled a little to put the sweater on Dog but he managed. “There we go. Look at him,” Santino murmured as he patted Dog, checking out his sweater. “Beautiful. They both deserve treats.” He went to grab the treats, Biscotti wiggled in John's arms and he placed her down, watching how she ran up to Santino, whining and begging for treats.

“They are matching like this, good job, honey. I'm glad you got them.” John could forever watch his husband play with their dogs, it was something that made him happy because Santino was finally truly smiling, feeling happiness that before he rarely experienced.

Later, the sound of the rain pouring outside made everyone sleepy. Biscotti and Dog lay down by their feet, in their sweaters, Dog was licking Biscotti's head as if he was cleaning her. 

John kissed his husband deeply, caressing his cheek and admiring him. “This is really nice what you did for them. I'm guessing they'll be wearing these every day?” 

“Of course, as long as it'll be cold. I'm sure there will be different colors for winter, so I'd like to get more. And I want you to choose with me next time.” Santino snuggled closer to John. 

“I'd love to.” 

John was about to kiss him again when Biscotti and Dog squeezed between them. “They really want to show off, huh?” Santino chuckled, rubbing Biscotti's back over the soft sweater.

“Yeah, and they have every right, they know they look good.” John snuggled with Dog, while Biscotti found a perfect place between him and Santino.

“I could pre-order more sweaters if they continue to act like this.” 

“I already know you will.” John reached to hold Santino's hand. 

Santino hummed softly before answering, “I will.” 

[endercreep25]

Okayyyyy so been working on these for a little while now...

13 Sans AU fluff one shots. Some are longer than others, but they're all pretty short-

Uh, enjoy, I guess ^^

I put them under the cut because it's a pretty long post.. lol

Prompt list was taken from here. They are not my prompts.

Prompt 1 :

"Are you always this stupid, or are you just feeling festive?"

Error crossed his arms, glaring at Ink, who was holding the most hideous sweater he'd ever seen. Ink had a massive grin on his face, his eyes two stars, one red and one green. Even worse, though, was the sweater he wore. Obnoxious colors of "festivity" splattered wildly all over it, with randomly blinking and very distracting neon lights. When Error reluctantly agreed to go to this idiotic Christmas party, he certainly didn't agree to wear that horrific sweater. Nor would he go with Ink looking like the idiot he was.

"Come on, Error!" Ink whined, his voice grating like nails on a chalkboard as he frowned, "It's just a sweater contest! The winner gets a plate of Blue's tacos!"

The glitch scowled fiercely, error messages dancing around his dark form, "I am not wearing that."

Ink lowered the sweater, blinking his wide eyes at the other skeleton. His eyelights had changed to a teal teardrop and a purple question mark, "Please....?"

Error stared at him, his uneven gaze lingering on Ink's pleading face, "No."

Ink gave a heavy sigh, his shoulders drooping dramatically.

The glitch felt his resolve wavering as he continued to glare at him.

"Pretty please with a star on top...?" Ink begged softly.

Error groaned, long and low, before he rubbed his hand across his nasal ridge, "Fine. But you owe me chocolate, Squid. Lots of it."

Ink immediately straightened up, his eyelights shifting quickly to the same vibrant stars from before with a joyous squeal. Error regretted his decision already. It only intensified when Ink rushed forward like he had lost his mind, intending to put the sweater on Error himself.

"GET AWAY FROM ME-" Error snapped, scrambling backward with haste.

Ink only grinned in response.

Prompt 2:

"ONE DRUNK ASSASSIN, ARMED WITH A BUBBLE GUN AND A BAG OF MARBLES, IS ONE DRUNK ASSASSIN TOO MANY."

Blue stated his sentence with authority despite the slurring of his words and uncoordinated movements of his wildly waving hand as he leaned across the table towards Ink.

Ink scoffed, yanking the page off the table dramatically, before he mumbled, "Dream got to use his character..."

Blue sat down heavily, the plastic cups wobbling unsteadily as the table shook, threatening to knock over the meticulously set-up display. "DREAM HAS A NORMAL CHARACTER, INK."

"Maybe we should wait to start the campaign until you're both less drunk...?" Dream piped up hesitantly from his side of the table, where he clutched his character sheet in his gloved hands.

Both of the other two turned to glare at him. Dream lowered his gaze, sipping at his cup of water awkwardly.

"WE AGREED WE WOULD START IT TONIGHT," Blue snapped.

"Maybe Dream should be the Dungeon Master instead of you," Ink growled lowly at Blue, "I bet he would let me use my character."

"DON'T BE RIDICULOUS. HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A PLOT! I HAVE EVERYTHING PLANNED OUT ALREADY!" Blue fumed his words blending together as he struggled to remain focused on Ink.

"Okay, whatever," Ink scowled, "What if he's a sober assassin?"

Blue paused for a moment, contemplating.

"Fine," He huffed, gathering his notes in a neat pile.

Ink grinned, his smirk mischievous as he winked at Dream, despite his words being directed at Blue, "I'd like my character to enter the tavern."

Prompt 3:

"Aren't fish meant to stay in the water?"

Cross frowned, eyeing the limp form in Killer's hand.

"Yep," Killer chirped, his grin stretching across his face.

His frown deepened, "So... why are you just... holding it..?"

Killer looked down at the silvery fish in his hand and then back up at Cross. "I was going to feed it to the cats. They didn't want it. Then I was going to throw it at Nightmare, but he's in his study."

Cross narrowed his eyes at him uncertainly, "What are you going to do with it then...?"

Killer's grin widened further, and he didn't respond. Cross stepped back, his gaze darting from Killer's face to the fish he still held passively. Horror could hear from the kitchen a panicked wail from Cross and Killer's cackling laughter.

"IT'S IN MY JACKET!" Cross howled frantically, prompting Horror to drop his kitchen utensils with a heavy sigh and head into the other room to quiet them down before Nightmare got irritated.

Prompt 4:

"Look, it's not that I'm not grateful, but I'm pretty sure 30 uncooked turkeys might be a little extreme."

Dream blinked in shock at the grand assortment spread over the kitchen before him. Horror frowned, the sharp edges of his mouth spiking downward. Since the truce had been officialized, Horror had been determined to cook something big for both sides as a bonding experience. What did Dream mean by "extreme"?

The golden guardian continued to blabber nervously, "I mean, there's only going to be the Stars and Nightmare's group- how much can we honestly eat? And what would we do with the leftovers?"

Horror raised one eyebrow at Dream, "You clearly haven't seen me hungry."

His rambling halted promptly, "What?"

Horror chuckled lightly, resuming the tying of his apron around his waist, "I'll probably take care of half of these by myself."

A concerned smile flitted onto Dream's face, "You're funny, Horror..."

"I'm not kidding." He dusted his hands off after grabbing an assortment of seasonings. "Just wait, and you'll see."

"That can't possibly be healthy..." Dream stared.

Horror's hand thudded sharply onto the counter, his voice hardening, "30 turkeys is the amount we need."

The guardian yelped at the sudden sound, nodding wildly, "Okay! Okay... 30 turkeys is fine..."

"I guess we could take any leftovers into the Omega Timeline..." Dream added in an undertone a moment later.

Horror only rolled his eye, focusing on his cooking.

Prompt 5:

"If you're calling to ask me about what went down yesterday, you're wasting your time."

Nightmare's scornful voice spoke from the phone. Dream stifled his sigh and kept a level tone.

He forced the polite words from his clenched teeth, "Nightmare, Ink returned from hanging out with Killer, Dust, and Horror missing Broomie. You and I both know his memory isn't reliable, and I simply wanted you to speak with your team to see if they remembered anything."

Dream didn't voice the thought that since Nightmare clearly knew what he was talking about, Dream had a feeling his brother had something to do with the brush's disappearance.

"Hmmmmmm..." Nightmare murmured at an agonizingly slow pace, "I can't say I know anything about a missing Broomie... I was informed of... other activities... But that is irrelevant. I will speak with them."

"Wait, what? What 'other activities'?" The guardian of positivity scowled in concern.

Nightmare didn't respond, seemingly having left the phone behind while he went to ask the three members.

He returned a moment later, his voice thick with satisfaction, "They don't recall Ink having Broomie at all during their outing."

Dream released a low growl of irritation at the calmness in his brother's voice.

"Although they did say Ink had mentioned not wanting to lose it, so he had left it with someone. Perhaps this is of use to you?" Nightmare smoothly added, a faint hint of laughter in his words.

Before Dream could respond, Ink charged into his study, throwing open the door with a loud bang.

"Dream! I found Broomie! He was with Error! Apparently, I hadn't wanted Nightmare's gang to steal it, so I left it with him! How funny is that?" The artist grinned, his eyelights dancing excitedly from shape to shape and color to color.

Dream sighed heavily, rubbing his hand down his face before speaking back into the phone, his voice tired, "We found him. Thank you for your time, brother."

Nightmare only chuckled lowly before hanging up the device.

Prompt 6:

"Please stop yelling about vampire conspiracy theories at three in the morning. You're starting to make our neighbors uncomfortable."

Sci frowned, putting his glasses on and stifling a wide yawn.

Blue puffed his chest out, "BUT IF I DON'T, NO ONE WILL BE PROPERLY INFORMED OF THE DANGERS!"

"Please, Blue," He heaved an exhausted sigh, "Vampires aren't real.."

"NONSENSE. CLEARLY YOU ARE UNAWARE OF THE TRUTH ABOUT THESE VILE CREATURES!" Blue chirped grandly.

Sci groaned, pinching his nose ridge, "No one in this house will get any sleep if you don't stop."

Blue beamed, "EXACTLY. IF WE STAY VIGILANT, THEY CANNOT ATTACK US IN OUR SLEEP."

The other skeleton only scowled, making a mental note to see if Orange could talk some sense into his brother. Until then, he'd just have to tune Blue out and hope he could get at least some rest.

Prompt 7:

"I don't know what you're talking about. I think eating my body weight in chocolate, after learning about the existence of demons, is a perfectly reasonable coping method."

Cross huffed, turning his back to the other three.

"What, demons?" Horror raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

"Yeah," Cross turned back around, snapping off another piece of chocolate to shove in his mouth when he finished talking, "Your 'boss' or whatever."

Killer chuckled, "You think Nightmare is a demon?"

"Have you seen him? Unstable form, evil, dark, and ominous, it all makes sense." Cross retorted, shoving a chocolate-covered finger at Killer's chest.

The skeleton smirked, dark streaks running from his empty eye sockets, "That would imply Dream's an angel, right?"

Cross folded his arms across his chest, responding promptly, "Yes, I suppose it would."

Killer snickered as Horror rolled his eye and walked away, clearly not wanting to be included in this conversation anymore. Dust remained standing passively, his hands tucked in his pockets, face hidden by his hood.

"Wait-" Cross's sockets narrowed suddenly, "No. I didn't- It's not like that!"

Killer laughed, retreating backward quickly and calling out from his cupped hands, "Ohhhh, Nightmare!!!"

"KILLER," Cross howled, jumping up, scattering uneaten chocolate and empty wrappers from his lap, eyes widening in panic.

Prompt 8:

"Oh we're taking the murder route this time? Ok."

Killer rolled his shoulders with a grin. "I love it when I get to have a little fun."

Fresh remained where he was, his hands in his pockets, an unwavering grin that felt very smug to the gang facing him. His glasses flashed back to their usual bold blue and yellow letters against the black background.

Dust didn't move either, and the shadows hiding his face made him unreadable.

Killer glanced at him with a flash of irritation, "What's the matter, Dusty? Scared of the walking pride flag?"

The hooded skeleton gave no response, simply taking an almost unnoticeable step back.

"That dude knows how ta make a smart choice, brah." Fresh chirped in his gratingly annoying voice.

It made Killer grit his teeth, his grin twitching downward for just a moment before he forced it back up with a flick of his wrists, swinging the knives he wielded. "No biggy. I can still kick your [ASH]."

Killer froze, "The hell..? What the [FUNK] was that?"

"Them are some bad words, broski. Can't be sayin' those 'round here," Fresh's grin widened.

Killer felt himself growing angrier. This guy was really starting to get on his nerves. Before he could charge him or even shout another insult, Horror had snatched Killer up, throwing him over his shoulder and teleporting away.

"Tried to warn ya." Dust's gravelly voice spoke from under his hood, tone completely neutral.

Killer growled in frustration, storing his knives away with a flourish: "We coulda taken that 90s freak."

"There are plenty of other places to get supplies, idiot," Horror sighed heavily. "If he could change your words, just think what else he could do."

"Whatever," He huffed, his empty sockets narrowing, "I think you two are just a couple of wimps."

"Heh. Can't just dip on me like that, bro. I got some beef with you now. Totally ruined my vibe."

Prompt 9:

"Please stop responding to every threat with 'Oooh~ Kinky!'."

Killer growled, narrowing his eyes at the other skeleton.

Lust smirked, "Or maybe you should just stop threatening me, darling."

"Not my fault you're a weirdo," Killer crossed his arms.

"Takes one to know one.." Lust practically purred, leaning back against the wall. "And I, for one, find weirdos have the most... intriguing interests..."

Killer visibly shuddered, "On second thought, I think I hear Nightmare yelling at me.."

Lust simply chuckled as Killer darted off, leaving him alone. That is, until Fresh appeared beside him.

The taller skeleton raised an eyebrow at Lust, "That's pretty homosexual, brah."

"I mean, I'm open to anyone who's interested..." Lust smirked wider, "But no, I simply enjoy making him squirm... It's amusing."

Fresh grinned, "Fair point, broski. I've had my fair share of messin' with him."

Prompt 10:

"Stop trying to eat the guests!"

The Ink doll flailed wildly around, suspended by the blue strings.

Error narrowed his gaze at the Fresh puppet opposite the table, moving its hands as he spoke for it, "But Ink! I'm a psychopathic maniac with a disgusting, flailing parasite for a brain! I don't know anything else!"

The glitch smirked, tightening the strings on his miniature version of himself. "I don't know why you invited that freak to the dinner anyway, Ink. You should have known he would cause trouble!"

"Error, please!" the Ink doll cried. "We need you to delete Fresh and save the party!"

The dozen or so assorted dolls bounced wildly, and a murmured, cheering agreement came from Error as he moved his own puppet forward. "Prepare to die, stupid anomaly!"

He cast his strings over the Fresh doll, looping them around its arms and legs before tossing it out of view and proudly placing his mini-self's hands on its hips.

"There you are," The Error puppet nodded proudly, "No need to fear! I have eliminated the threat."

The classic doll strode forward. Error opened his mouth to continue before a loud snicker from behind him nearly startled him out of his bones. He whirled, dolls dropping to the ground as his strings slackened. The stupid squid was leaning on his oversized paintbrush, grinning smugly.

"Wow, Error," Ink chuckled, "Didn't take you to be the hero type."

Error stiffened, his glitches flaring wildly. He could feel a building pressure in his head, either the beginning of a headache or a crash. He didn't really care at the moment. All he wanted to do was bash Ink's skull in and string him up for all eternity. Yeah, that sounded reasonable to him.

Prompt 11:

"Do you happen to have a crowbar? I need one because of reasons."

Ink gave Horror a guarded grin.

"Do I want to know these reasons?" Horror narrowed his gaze slightly, one visible eye trained carefully on Ink.

The artist blinked, his gaze switching to a red 'x' and a green circle, "No, I do not think you will."

Horror paused momentarily, "Does it have anything to do with Error?"

Ink froze, "Uh.. maybe...?"

The larger skeleton relaxed back into the chair, "There's one in the hall closet. Just don't do anything Dream or Nightmare wouldn't."

"Thanks!" Ink brightened, nearly bouncing over to the closet. "That's a pretty vague range you've given me."

"Eh. He probably deserves it," Horror shrugged.

Ink had found what he was looking for, smacking it on his open palm as though testing its hardness, his voice a low growl, "Oh yes, he does.."

Prompt 12:

"To be fair, I wasn't the only one who thought that setting them on fire was an appropriate response."

Killer defended himself with a shrug.

Dream scowled at him, "Who else agreed? I seem to recall you seeing the cows loose in the field and immediately running off to set fire to the forest!"

"Blueberry yelled 'Smores!' when I yelled 'Arson!'" Killer frowned. "I took that as agreement."

Dream took a deep breath, "You're honestly using Blueberry as your reasoning? You're kidding me."

"Uhhh... No?" Killer tilted his head.

"Hey, Dream?" Ink jogged over, his expression bewildered, "Why is there a burning forest?"

Dream simply sighed, "Killer decided that the best way to calmly herd the cows back into their pen was to light the entire forest on fire."

Ink frowned, glancing between Killer and Dream. "Why would he think that?"

"I don't know, Ink." Dream gave an exhausted, somewhat sarcastic, half-hearted smile, "Why don't you ask him?"

"Whatever. Forget it. I knew trying to help out was a lost cause anyway." Killer muttered under his breath, avoiding their gazes.

Dream heaved another sigh, "Killer, come on. It's not a lost cause. You just need a little more practice."

"Yeah. Sure." He practically growled, glaring at the ground.

Prompt 13:

"....Do I want to know why you thought bringing a shovel was necessary?"

Ink squinted at Classic, his eyelights dual question marks.

Classic gazed passively at the small group, "What? I figured digging us out of any sticky situations would be helpful." He tapped the handle with a chuckle.

Ink snorted, prompting Blue to roll his eyes, thoroughly unamused.

"It could help get a handle on things," Classic continued, "Or provide a path for some ground-breaking humor..."

Blue scowled, unamused. Ink, on the other hand, was openly chuckling. Dream simply watched the interaction, keeping quiet.

"Are you done, or do we need to scrap the mission so you can run your comedy club?" Huffed Nightmare with a roll of his eye.

Classic shrugged, "Not a fan of puns, got it." He stabbed the shovel into the ground. "I'd hate to be a stick in the mud, so I'll probably head out. Have fun, fellas."

Dream and Blue blinked in disbelief as he sauntered off in some random direction, abandoning his shovel.

"So he just left. Wow. Okay," Dream murmured.

Nightmare furrowed his brow, "Why did you want him for the mission anyway?"

"I didn't," Dream glanced at his brother, "He specifically asked if he could..."

Ink shrugged with a light chuckle, "Guess he just wanted an audience for his shovel puns. Can't really blame him, I guess."

"Well, I can." Nightmare growled lowly.

Error suddenly opened a portal with a deep scowl, "No, you can't. Classic is perfect, unlike you anomalies." And he was gone as soon as he'd appeared.

Tada! Thanks for making it way down here- I'ma just say on Prompt 9, Fresh is not judging Lust for his preferences. He's simply making an observation ^^

[mychlapci]

do you mind if I expand on ford breast expansion in your inbox. I'm going to anyway sorry if the answer was no.

but Ford eating a mysterious plant or finding a mysterious flower with strange smelling pollen or whatever. maybe he is bad at identifying flora and took the wrong plant to mix in his tea he was making for. idk. spiritual awakening. but whatever yanno, nothing happens and he's fine. and then he wakes up the next day or a few days later and his chest just *aches*. its so sore, his pajama shirt hurts when it touches his skin. he can't see anything particularly wrong, though he doesn't exactly stare at his own chest a lot. but he's stubborn and not about to go to doctor over it (or maybe its a "the doctor will see you next month" situation). but as time goes on and his chest just keeps hurting, aching with these random sharp pains he can't place. and by the afternoon he realizes his shirts stopped fitting right, really uncomfortable pressing against his sore chest like this, so he takes off his shirt and. something is wrong. something is very wrong because he's suddenly got some weight in his chest- he's got tits <3 they're small but they're absolutely there, perky with puffy nipples to boot. and maybe there's already a bit of discharge leaking out of them, a little bit of milky fluid dribbling out- and he has to look away because. holy shit. and the next few days passing where they just keep slowly growing and Ford has to wonder how long this is going to take, how big are they going to get before they stop growing... will they stop growing?? he tries to find ways to undo it but he's already outgrown most of his shirts and he is not about to go trekking through the forests when he can feel them bounce when he walks.. but the situation gets a bit dire when he wakes up one morning to find his one big shirt left soaked through because he starting lactating in the middle of the night.

you know how some trans people say their kinks spawned from their experiences with dysphoria. yeah I'm giving Ford dysphoria. hunch over and cross your arms over your chest, boy.

ough.... ouhhh... Okay. you can't do this to me... Ford growing a pair of pretty little titties... He can't do anything about it, I mean, he can barely leave the house with the curve of his titties clearly outlined in every single shirt be wears. At first he could hide it by draping a sweater over but so much weight against his aching nipples wasn't good...

Yeah... make him self conscious about his leaky titties. Whenever he finally gets up to go in public he's hunching and trying to keep his chest covered, although he's so so very aware that they're there. He doubts a doctor could help with a case of Magical Plant Boob Growth. He's facing the possibility that his leaky tits are to stay. He better get used to them bouncing as he walks <3

[mazm-imagines]

Thy Creature Modern/Zombie AU Part 3

(BOOOO MOD GWAAAAAR BOOOO WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS) Because I'm very self-centered... a part 3 no one asked for because why not :3 part 1 and 2 found in their respective links. This is all information I didn't find necessary to the plot (didnt think about till 2 days later lmao) so think of it like a bonus... TW for eye horror, gore and amputation. I'll try not to get explicit bc this is still a sfw blog. Just briefly going over it because what good is a zombie apocalypse AU without any horror...

If i think of anything else expect like a part 4 lmaoooo

FINALLY THOUGHT OF OUTFITS FOR EVERYONE :3

Noah dresses in a suit for professionalism but when shit gets real he takes off the suit jacket... and mama mia he has a harness underneath...

He also wears a small cross pendant! Bc we can't forget he's Catholic lmao.

Justine wears dresses that look vaugely like uniform but their university doesn't have a uniform she just likes dressing in academia :3 she's very cutie pie and she makes her clothes herself

EL/Erysichthon wears like. Normal children's clothing. Probably a t-shirt, some shorts and a hoodie. ALTHOUGH considering he's supposed to be Williams reanimated corpse in this AU, and Victor is still pretty well off here, maybe he'd wear something more sophisticated.

Creature honestly just picked up some random ass shit from like a trashcan, very esoteric. Justine lends it some clothes later on/makes some for it.

Leon dresses like an average college student wwww he doesn't have time to clean up. Hoodie, t-shirt and some jeans. Whatever allows him flexibility/mobility because he's very athletic.

Hanna dresses in flowing dresses/skirts and oversized cardigans. She uses her cardigan as a blanket whenever someone falls asleep :3 so like if EL gets tuckered out she's like noooo poor baby and puts her cardigan on him.

Chris dresses homeless . Drunk asf and picked up whatevers nearby. Usually wears a heavy coat.

Alex is very grandpacore/butch like sweaters and pantsuits and shit. Very cozy too like you can trust her. You know she's a baddie !!!

Ben usually wears a dress shirt tie and some pants like a very clean look. But after the divorce trademark, his tie is all janky and his shirt is stained and he's a real mess...

Victor tried to look all professional at his Uni but uh... he gave in to the hoodie jeans combo after a while

Injury time.

@fleurrice ever the enabler has made me decide we need a little eye horror in here. Siren takes out Noah's right eye lmao... lmao... he gets to wear a cool ass eye patch like that one chick from Chainsaw Man (doesnt watch CSM)

After that he uses the shattered remains of his glasses as a makeshift monocle

Noah also injures his hands by hitting 701s preserved zombie dolls. The hardened layer of skin breaks his hands and they're bandaged up like in the game. That leaves him out of commission to fight so he stays a healer instead

This wouldn't be a zombie apocalypse AU without a surgery without anaesthesia...

Chris survives one undisclosed war and now he has to fight another... life is a comedy

Yeah so they have to amputate his leg to prevent the infection from going further. And hes like god fucking damn it just do it already.

Noah and Justine have to do the operation while Hanna Creature Alex and Leon have to hold him down. Justine's helping because she's really good at sewing and considering what a precise process it is and Noah's hands being in an utterly dreadful state he needs assistance. Ben can't do anything bc EL bit him.

Justine is very frightened and Noah has to be like WE GOTTA DO THIS GIRL!!! Of course he comforts her later bc he traumatized this poor girl but at the moment he's reallllly stressed.

Chris is just chugging that whiskey... Afterwards he's fine and they help him. Alex especially because before this she already had a prosthetic arm so she helps Chris cope/adjust to the situation.

I don't know where to put this but EL!!! He behaves very uncannily. His movements are janky and his eyes are big and glossy and dollike. They're all kinda creeped out by him but assume he's just a traumatized child...

EL is a boy genius partially because he read up on Victor's book collection and has good memory. He's also insanely endurant and while we know he's a Nepe zombie, they don't. So this is just seen as an extra benefit.

The reason they don't suspect him to be one is because they couldn't find any visible bite marks on his body + he looks normal enough because of his high stability.

MY IRL FRIEND GAVE ME THIS IDEA bc hes so fucking smart. So when i told them abt Victor using octopus DNA for siren he's like maybe it's because octopus limbs grow back so Victor thought it'd be useful. And mayeb the reason why the hair color changes is because of the octopus DNA camouflage... smartie pants

[gayest-squrrel]

Tell me about your project please I'm curious about your little guys

aheeheehee >:3

this thing doesn't have a name yet hrgrhr X( but like whatever

it's inspired by Generation Loss (mostly just the first episode and DHMIS :D however the main difference is that there's no big bad that's controlling the world. it's all just chaos because that's what it formed as.

character time !

Axotic

it's the main character babey!!! Every character is born (not born, more like made ig ?) with the knowledge of a topic. Axotic has the knowledge of normality, but not the normality of their world. the world is very janky, it's like baby developer's first game that is way more complicated than they can pull off. So instead of having the knowledge of normality for their world, they know of the normality for our world ! ironically knowing the wrong things is normal in this funky place, so Axotic sees nothing wrong with their information.

design timeee

they're made of wires ! the color scheme is also rgb + cym :)

they're wearing a generic band t-shirt TM and they're pants is actually the outer layer of their skin peeling off :] (it's fine their skin is made of rubber bc wires) the layer underneath (the pants) is flesh tho and they can feel it

2. Prosum time babeyyyYYYYYY

thank you legumy for naming her <33333333

Prosum has the knowledge of results ! they can tell you how anything will end :3

design time !!!!!!

Prosum has been my favorite to design so far teehee :3 <-- has only designed two characters and still has to design and even name four more

His color scheme is kinda complicated, there are four parts of his body that have a color assigned to them (head + hands, sweater, left leg, and right leg) (the legs have multiple colors but whatever) but when one of the parts are "seperated" (the hands or the right arm of the sweater) they change to a secondary color

here's another drawing where the leg changes color to maybe help you understand. Basically no color is used more than once (excluding the eyes)

her legs are also made out of moss! he's also composed mostly of ripped up fabric and felt :D

3. unnamed character im currently working on !

this doesn't have a name or design yet haha, but i gotta mention em bc i really wanna talk about them

they have the knowledge of games ! sometimes they're a game show host, other times they're just some guy playing video games in a basement and hasnt touched grass in two months. depends on what role they're playing that day ! (taking some inspiration from Gen Loss here, each day is like a different episode where everyone has a different role !)

[violetsareblue-selfships]

Ginger, white cat, sphynx!

Gonna answer for Rafayel

Ginger: Who is the most intelligent? Who is the sensible one? Or do you share one braincell?

In like day-to-day situations, I'm more sensible. He has his moments of being a little dumb, but he's also a reincarnation of the God of the Sea (I think if my knowledge of this bit of lore is right lol) so he's very intelligent. I think he puts on a persona that would cause people to underestimate him. ... But he also stays up too long working on paintings enough that it's affecting his eyesight so yeah, he has his moments.

White Cat: Are your f/o’s eyes particularly striking to you? In what way? Do they find themselves captivated by yours, in turn?

They are! They're a mix of blue and a reddish-pink and they're so pretty!! Plus there was one scene where they ended up glowing blue for a bit so that's cool ^^ and yes, he loves my eyes! He's definitely sketched them/painted them a lot :3

Sphynx: Who prefers wearing sweaters the most? Neither, both? Do either of you knit? Would you ever wear matching sweaters?

We both do - he tends to run cooler than humans so he has a lot of soft, warm things to wear & I just like sweaters (though I tend to only wear them when it's cold out). Yes, we'd wear matching sweaters - likely in a subtle way but he'd be fine matching with me :3

[shamelessrabbithole]

For jeans a nice fitted straight leg jeans would work fine with him and show off his nice ass

I wish i could say ripped jeans but they’re kinda really out of style but if they ever comeback 100% agree he should give us tight rippedjeans

noel is not someone who’s into high fashion but if he did go or become interested it could 100% work

Love to see him in a knitted shirt for summer i do agree cardigans and sweaters would be great

he should really push the old man style in my opinion

Instead of the crazy artsy pieces that could work for cam they wouldn’t work for noel because that’s just not him

So for a fashion show or a fashion event i would choose something similar to this

a two piece outfit simple but still fashionable going for old money look , or italian fashion he loves Italy he should go all out

Put him in some nice shorts so he can flaunt his nice legs

And a nice expensive handmade leather piece

In the fashion scene the best brands that work for him would be 1.Amir 2.Dior 3.Channel 4.Zegna

They’re old fashioned and nicely tailored

Another thing is accessories

He should really get into wearing more accessories

Necklaces, watches, rings etc

Silver is more flattering on him then gold

His hair keep it brown it make him look more attractive and masculine

For shoes a traditional black dress shoes with heels as you said and his normal boots like the one he wore in the con also dc martens chunky shoes fit better for him then skinny shoes

I do think he have nice taste in clothes ,but need a little push to care about it

Thrifting gonna be fire with him as a client ngl some nice vintage pieces

If he ever sees this and wants a stylist… call me ;) would do it for a penny

.🎬

I like the jeans. I like the leather jackets. I'm trying to decide if Noel in jewelry resonates with me because other than a bracelet once during the actor's strike, his wedding ring, and earrings when he was on Godiva's, I've never seen him wear any. Old man knits (as long as they're styled right) would work well. Anything but that oversized v-neck sweater they put him in for Wingman magazine. That was 🫣.

Thanks for participating! It's always so fun when you get going... 💪🏻

[meganlarussa]

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