#it's just something that keeps bugging me about it

[rafescherie]

✮⋆˙ young rafe & his feelings for his childhood best friend.

cherie's note — rafe is such a complex character, sometimes i like to think of what could have happened for him to be such an emotionally reckless person. i hope someone enjoys this, lowk me just being a nerd. ˙ᵕ˙

as a kid, rafe doesn't really understand what he's feeling, you know? growing up with an emotionally unavailable father will do that to you, paving the way to a life full of resentment and bottling feelings. he liked you before he had even been educated about crushes. he just knows that he always wants you around, that he's protective over you like no other, and that something feels... different ... when you're together. too young to understand the concept of crushes, he feels a possessiveness he can't explain when other kids show interest in you. if anyone even so much as glances at you for too long, rafe gets a little prickly, but doesn't voice it. probably brushes it off with a snarky comment or by joking around, but the truth is, it bugs him more than he lets on.

he's fucking heartbroken when your family moves — it shatters rafe in ways he can't fully understand. the final day you hang out, he acts like it doesn't bother him. he masks the sting with jokes and teasing, but deep down, he's devastated. he hides it, though, obviously. he doesn't want to show weakness. after you leave though, he throws himself into distractions, struggling to cope with the concept of not having her around — this is when his reckless behavior, and holding in his feelings really surge. he never fully recovers from the void you left.

as a teenager, the years go on — rafe grows distant and cold, he builds walls around himself, but in the quiet moments, he remembers his childhood best friend — you. it's a bittersweet kind of memory, the kind of memory that stays in the back of his mind, poking at him when he's feeling particularly vulnerable. even as he gets older, he's never truly let go.

if he's being honest with himself, he seems to seek you out in every girl he meets, but no one compares to the memory of you.

and when you finally return to the island? grown into your body perfectly, and now a young woman? rafe's world is flipped upside down. his first instinct is disbelief — the girl he remembers is now a woman. he can't stop staring, and it's almost like seeing her for the first time all over again. his feelings from back then come rushing back, but now they're more intense — he knows what he's feeling now. he can't help but feel self-conscious about the fact that you've changed so much and he hasn't.

despite the fact that rafe has built a tough exterior over the years, when he sees you again, that instinct to protect comes rushing back, stronger than ever. he's not the same sweet, naive boy he once was, but he still wants to keep you safe — and now, he has no idea how to navigate those feelings in the context of their adulthood.

rafe doesn't know how to handle the feelings that resurface — hitting him with a force way harder than he had anticipated. he's older now, but still the same kid in a lot of ways. his usual sarcastic remarks and defensive behaviour come into play, but there's an underlying tension in the way he acts around you. he tries to downplay it, but it's obvious to anyone watching that the spark between the both of you is undeniable.

[adonisbeloveds]

The Main Twisteds being jealous that you're trying to farm for Bassie.

Based off my lovely lovely experience of trying to get Bassie only to get EVERY SINGLE MAIN TWISTED AT LEAST 3 TIMES IN 3 DAYS. Anyway, yes I am alive hello hello, and apologise if any of the twisteds personalitys are not like the canon ones because I suck at writing in character! Reader is GN and doesn't use any pronouns, and Vee, Shelly and pebble are all meant to be seen as platonic. Also you can view them as yanderes or just really possessive.

ASTRO

"Please be- .....you're not Bassie." "Starlight..."

.Stay's as close to you as he can, he already know's who you are looking for -- and so do the rest of the mains. It's not like they hold any personal problems with Bassie, it's merely because they knew you first is all. .Remeber his old blanket? He makes sure that it's always wrapped around you, so when you leave and possible see Bassie -- at least she will know who you are close with. .With the way his hat moves I like to think it's either because A) he can control it or B) it has a mind of it's own -- either way it always ends up wrapping around you when you do the machine's, not that he minds though. you do astro please remove it the Ichor is staining your clothes for the 40th time. "Cuddles? Like we use to?" "Astro you always stain my shirts black with the amount of Ichor-" "......" "Sigh, Fine..." .Four arms equal 4 times the comfort of cuddles, and wrapped in his old blanket? It could almost make you forget about your whole Bassie situation. sadly it didn't but hopefully soon you will finally give up and sleep with him like you use to. .What happens when both him and Bassie are on the same floor? Well you barely see Bassie, it seems like he made it his life mission to keep you two apart whenever he could. .You also swear you hear him grumble everytime you pick up research labled as Bassie's, but at this point you can't distinguish between grumbles and weird purring noises he makes. "You are awfully clingly this time around" "mmm...." "That wasn't an invitation-" "......" "...You know I can't stay mad at you, you cuddlebug" "Mhm.."

VEE

"Vee...Vee this is the 7th time, the 7th time you have shown up." "We can make it 8th" .My darling Vee, the one who never frigging left me -- appeared so many times I got her to 100% in 2 days and she wasn't even on the board once. .She's already standing there when the elevator opens, already waiting for you -- and before you can even get a word in her tail is wrapping around you and she's walking off. "Come on Vee, put me down" "mmmm, nope" .She's talking your ear off about everything and anything, as long as your attention is on her she's over the moon -- though she rarely shows it. .She likes to tease you, with her being insanely taller than you, she uses it to her advantage -- but if she genuinely makes you upset about it she's quick to stop, even throughout all the fun she would never want you to be upset over something she did. .If you compliment her in any way her screen will bug out for a moment before she thanks you -- her voice a bit staticky. Of course you have complimented her before, and so have others, it's just she hasn't had much compliments in this form yet is all. .Somehow she always knows where you are -- what floor you're on, where you are in a blackout, even if she can't make it to the elevator before it arrives, she eventually finds you and picks you up. .You have a small suspicion it's because of her ability but at the same time she's been near you so much you've started to think she's just learn't your habbits. "Do you think I could play games on your screen" "I wouldn't let you test it" "You so would though" "....You might get a virus." "Aw man" .Unlike the others, Vee doesn't really care for Bassie -- in the sense that she won't try to take you to the other side of the map to be away from her. .What she will do though is stay very close to you -- sure you can go to Bassie for whatever reason but make sure to keep your main attention on her, she isn't as possessive as the others. .That's the biggest lie ever, you just don't need to know that or the fact she purposefully kept Bassie off the floors for so long. .If you do spend to much time focusing on Bassie you would hear a sound that's almost like a computer overheating, when you check on Vee she simply raises an eyebrow at your question before saying it's a silly idea, even though both of you can feel heat radiating off her. "Come on, she isn't that bad!" "I know my show star, but that doesn't matter"

SHELLY

"rrrrrr....." "No way, and what happened next?" .Unlike the others Shelly at least tries to help you with the machine, as she tells you -- or at least tries to tell you -- about everything and anything. .In blackouts she makes sure to stay close so you don't bump into anything -- even though she isn't as tall as the other main's, and is usually hunched over, she will try to stand as tall as she can while observing the area. .She love's it when you talk, whether you are talking about something, simply humming or just saying random words. Shelly love's the sound of your voice, and if you don't speak? She just love's being around you, it always makes her tail wag no matter what you do! "How does your tail wag if its just your spine?" "rrrrhhhh?" "Yeah I figured" .She really doesn't like sharing your attention, and it's only worse when you are actively looking for someone else. Don't get it wrong! Deep down she knows it isn't Bassie's fault, but her more protective mindset always seems to win her over. .She use to only growl or roar whenever someone went a little to close to you, but lately she's seem to pick up the habbit of biting people when she gets really mad, causing you to drop everything you are doing and running over to her. .You can't possible decide if she's doing it on purpose for your attention or doing it from protectiveness -- at this point you are more than convinced its at least a bit of both. "I- Shelly- Shelly no- no doN'T BITE HER SHELLY-" "Rrrrr."

SPROUT

"ahusfjhasfhassa" "Sprout I love you dearly but please put me down, the tendrils are cold and wet and-" "hasfsafhhas" "....that didn't mean hold me-" .You thought the others were clingy? Well get ready for mr overprotective here -- he doesn't want you leaving his line of sight, no matter what. .Hmm? You want to collect baskets for the...easter toons? Oh, well it's okay, he can...sort of help with that -- I mean you are only trying to make new friends is all. just don't talk about them to much, he's trying to hold back his possessiveness towards you but he doesn't know how much longer he can take .He can't necessarily voice his complaints but he can sure as hell try, from grumbles to simply picking you up and holding you as close as he could -- he could try to keep you away from the baskets and other twisteds but you seem so adamant about them. .No worries though, he can simply use his tendrils to carefully pick you up and hold you above -- making sure you can't get whatever it is you wanted. You don't like how they feel? No worry! He doesn't mind holding you the whole time. "Sprout, you're like...breathing down my neck right now-" "hsdfiajeidfng" "I just want the baskets..." "Hisdjmfkd!" "I thank you for wanting to bake for me, but I think the ichor would contaminate it-" .God forbid Bassie is on the same floor as you two, there's no way you are even touching the ground with how possessive he becomes -- scarf wrapped around and everything! .What do you mean you need to see Bassie? Don't you know how dangerous it is? and what if he loses sight of you? what if you get hurt, what if- no, the simple answer is no. .But please don't get mad at him! He can't help it! He just wants to protect you is all, it's simply out of his control what happens! "....." "....dfgrf?" "Hmph...." "iodkfjgddf?" "....ugh I can't do this silent treatment anymore, just behave okay?" "sjdngd!"

PEBBLE

"Pebble no- bad dog." "Don't whine at me that's called guilt tripping" .Have you ever wanted a guard dog before? Well now you have a very large and very vicious guard dog, yay! .He's such a happy boy, tail's wagging, he's almost trotting from happiness but that all goes down hill when he notices you paying more attention to the easter twisteds than him. .This causes very loud whining -- the only warning you get before you're jumped by him, causing the both of you to fall down and for him to stay on top of you. not to hard he would never want to hurt his favorite caretaker! .Now you have to play fetch with him! and give him treats galore! Just make sure there's no one around -- he WILL trample over them just to get to you even if you tell him to stop. "I'm such a good pet owner aren't I? Much better than Dandy who can't keep his DOG ON A LEASH" "Pebble with how fast you wag your tail you are going to knock someone out with it, or worse because it's a rock" .You already know Bassie's on the same floor, you can hear his growling and barking from a mile away -- be sure to get to him quickly or else he might just attack the poor basket. .When you get there it's almost like he was never angry -- kew word almost, if it wasn't for the fact he picked you up by the back of your shirt and bringing you somewhere far away from her. .When the two of you are far enough he puts you down before laying his head in your lap and very politely asking for pats for protecting you like a good boy! "Peb-Pebble do not growl and Bassie she didn't do anything wrong-" "PEBBLE PUT ME DOWN YOUR TEETH WILL RIP MY SHIRT"

DANDY

"....okay so I can explain-" "You purposefully wanted this, not that I'm complaining my flower!" .If you were anyone else you would of had a heart attack when you heard Dandy's music coming towards you at max speed -- but you aren't anyone else, and you already know how much favoritism leaks out of that flower. .Whenever you finish a machine -- you are always faced with a smiling rainbow face, his sharp teeth would probably scare others to death but you've seen it so many times it's become normal. .Such a patient gentleman he is, waiting for your signal before pouncing onto of you -- still being mindful of the tapes sticking out of him, making sure none of them accidentally scrape you. "You are such a cat" "Nope! I wouldn't say 'cat'..." "Dandy, you are literally kneading into me." .As long as you give him full permission he will knead on every spot on your body, of course he's careful of his claws -- he would never hurt you. .At most floors you wouldn't even know Bassie was there if it wasn't for her flowers on the ground. Instead of the others avoiding her it seems like she's avoiding you -- well, not YOU persay, rather the toon that follows you. .Say you finally get to see her, you immediately sense the tension in the air before watching Bassie run away as fast as she could on her four, yet small 'legs'. .Turning your attention to Dandy you witness the most deadliest side eye you have ever seen. If this is how he acts when she's not even close to you guys, you think it's best off that you don't get close to her. .You would want the Ichor to be the physical bad thing that's happened in her life. "omg stop giving the poor girl the side eye" "Hmm? I'm not." "'I'm not a cat' my ass, your eyes literally just dilated when you looked at me."

[sleeplessdreamer14]

𝓦𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷’𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓘𝓷 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓐𝓤: 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓵 𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭

special mention to @cosmiiwrites for inspiring this AU in the first place :}

I’m going to preface this by saying this version of Charlie is quite different from her canon counterpart; much more mature and emotionally intelligent and not as naive. (I gave her critical thinking skills and empathy) Still very bubbly and friendly, but not so childish.

Despite knowing that sinners are in Hell for a reason, the exterminations are still kind of a rough time for her, what with all the bloodshed. But she understands why it has to happen and that it ultimately puts these souls out of their misery.

Much more proactive concerning the lives of hellborn demons, doing her best to make existence easy for them. It is their native home after all.

The hotel isn’t for redemption, it’s just something she likes doing, especially after Lilith left.

Charlie was close with her dad, but definitely a mama’s girl growing up. Once the idealistic lense she viewed her mother through was cracked, she needed something to fill her days. Besides, she’s always had an affinity for taking care of people.

She also has made jobs for hellborn demons who need them, and pays wonderfully. Housekeeping, cooking, bartending, etc. and they all get their own quarters.

Charlie and Ronnie (I renamed her Veronica, and I still have yet to flesh out her role in this AU) aren’t dating yet, as much as she would like to. She just has a lot on her plate and knows she’s just not yet ready to get back on the dating scene, especially after her last relationship.

As busy as the hotel keeps her, she makes sure to call Lucifer at least a few times a week.

Looooves 20th century stuff, just something about it sparks joy in her. She’s about 200 years old, so the fashion, films, and music of that era hold a special place in her heart. She has all the Don Bluth and Steven Spielberg movies, and Thumbelina is her favorite.

She has a genuinely good heart, of course, but can be impatient sometimes, which leads to her slipping up and making a wrong turn every so often. But despite all that, she’s mature enough to admit when something is her fault and owns up to her mistakes.

Her passion bubble isn’t as near the surface as it was several decades ago, but she still gets riled up sometimes. (I’ll do her Big Scary™️ design if this gets enough notes)

also yes she has a Customer Service Voice, and it gave the others some major whiplash the first time they heard the difference.

Now regarding her design

I wanted to give her some actual body mass so she doesn’t look like she might break if you hug her too hard. I know Viv designed her after a porcelain doll, but her skin being just straight up white never really sat right with me, so I give her some pink undertones and red accents in her ears.

For her horns, I really just changed the position and shape, and they’re out 24/7.

The inconsistency of her face spots in the show bothered me a tiny bit so I replaced them with the little hearts on the apples of her cheeks. (hehe lol)

I took away the red in her bangs because I wanted her hair to actually make sense. Both her bubble braid in the series and her hair in the pilot bugged me in some way, so I found a middle ground. Seriously, I feel like they were really just trying to rip off series Rapunzel with her, so I did her a proper justice.

As stated in this post here, her tux in the series really grins my gears, so I fixed that :>

I imagine that after a long day of running the hotel, Charlie would change into something a little more loose fitting than her work uniform, and I wanted to see her wearing something other than red so I tried out some cooler tones for her leisure outfit.

If I had a quarter for every time a character in this show wore a bow tie, I could probably get myself a diet soda, so I replaced hers with a garnet heart bolo tie, which doubles as the pendant of the choker necklace she wears off the clock.

[sugardollcurse]

Can you do something for a reader with an odd name? :3 like something you would have never hear of it’s so odd,

(Preferably with Paulie or all the Bugs but ya don’t gotta if you have another idea for it! ^u^)

𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕���𝒆𝒔 & 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒅𝒅 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆

꒰ pairings ꒱ paul mccartney x reader, john lennon x reader, george harrison x reader, ringo starr x reader

꒰ note ꒱ this is such a cute idea!!! thank yew for requesting :3

꒰ JOHN ꒱

"You're daft, you know that? Suits the name. You're both completely outta your tree."

The first time he heard your name, he blinked at you like you were fucking with him.

“You’re havin’ a laugh, right? That’s yer real name? Christ.”

He loved it instantly.

The oddness made it feel like you were part of some secret language.

Constantly bastardizes it into absurd nicknames; adds “-y��� or “-o” or “-arse” to the end until it barely resembles the original.

Pretends he’s offended when you don’t immediately catch it if he butchers your name into new and increasingly absurd forms.

“Tch, don’t y’know yer own bloody name by now?”

If he’s feeling especially cheeky, he introduces you to strangers with your real name but says it so deadpan and serious that they think they’re the weird ones for blinking.

But over time, it turns into a thing. He actually gets protective about it. “Hey! Only I can take the piss, alright?”

Jokes about getting it tattooed on his ass

“So it’ll always be behind me, har har”

꒰ PAUL ꒱

“So... posh, innit? Sounds like some fancy film star I’d be too scared to talk to.”

Tries so hard to act casual about it the first time you introduce yourself but completely fails.

His eyebrows shoot up halfway to his hairline.

“Oh, that’s… lovely! Very… unique, yeah!”

Gets very attached to it quickly.

Like, dangerously fast.

Won’t shut up about how “it suits you.”

Starts calling you gentle, funny pet names based on your name.

Weirdly proud of being the only one to come up with a song lyric that rhymes with your name. Forces it into a verse.

Will not stop asking questions about where it comes from.

Is it a family name? Something made up? What does it mean?

(Even if it means nothing, he insists it must mean something now.)

Gets teased by the boys for how often he says it.

George: “You gonna marry the name or the person, then?”

If anyone ever pokes fun at it he’s immediately defensive.

“Oh yeah? What’s your name then? Colin? Get over yourself.”

꒰ GEORGE ꒱

“I like it. It’s like something you’d name a cloud."

Raises an eyebrow the first time he hears it.

Goes “…Is that real?” with his nose all scrunched.

Not in a rude way, he’s just genuinely puzzled. Intrigued.

Once you confirm it, he’ll give a tiny nod and just accept it without question. Doesn’t matter how weird it is.

Finds obscure, deeply spiritual meanings for it even if none exist.

Keeps a page in his journal where he’s just written it over and over again like a boy with a crush.

Has a weird pet-name spin on it that only he uses.

It makes no sense.

You ask him why and he shrugs.

One time a reporter scoffed at your name and George just deadpanned, “What, and ‘George’ is supposed to be sexy?”

He likes that your name is peculiar.

It's not flashy-peculiar. It's not “spotlight” strange. It’s quiet weird. Softly feral.

Once he writes it out in marker on the back of his hand. When you ask why,

“Looks good there.”

꒰ RINGO ꒱

“If anyone’s got a name like a star, it’s you.”

His eyebrows shoot up when he hears it. “Eh?? Say again?”

Writes it inside his drum kit case.

You find it scrawled in marker with a heart next to it.

Starts making up weird folklore about you.

Gives you about 20 different nicknames based on it. Most of them don’t even sound like your name anymore.

So.. yeah, immediate nickname guy.

But he always circles back to your real name, like a little treat.

Once bought you a bracelet with your name engraved wrong. Pretended it was intentional.

Adores that it’s odd.

Says it like it’s candy in his mouth. Sings it. Uses it in sentences where it doesn’t belong.

In bed, he says it low and warm into your neck.

He adds "my" in front of it and suddenly it sounds like the most natural name in the world.

taglist: @sharksausages, @wavvytin, @wimpyvamps, @finallyforgotten, @lennongirlieee

[thezombieprostitute]

Tech Tuesday: Walter Marshall

Summary: Walter takes you shopping for a new bed.

Warnings: Size discrimination. Please let me know if I missed any!

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

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"Do we have to do this Walter?" you whine as you get out of the truck.

"If you want me to stay overnight at your place again, yes," Walter replies. "That thing you call a bed can barely support the two of us when we're just resting, let alone when we're getting frisky. And I'm too old for the floor."

"Well why can't I just get you a really big dog bed, then?" You smirk at Walter's fake glare as you scritch his chin. "Fine," you concede. "But I reserve the right to complain the whole time."

"Of course," he nods as puts his arm behind you, gently pushing you into the furniture store. "And I'm okay with you getting a couch instead, just so long as it's got better support."

"Thank you for respecting the limitations of my space," you nod.

It didn't hurt he'd also agreed to pay for half the thing since he was the main reason you were buying it. Or so you let him think. In truth, you knew you'd needed to upgrade your tiny little bed couch for a while now. It definitely wasn't doing your back any favors. You'd added pillows to try to make it cushier, but that was a temporary fix.

But going out to a store and actually buying a better option was its own kind of torture. Salespeople bugged everyone, of course, but they often took your shorter stature as reason to invade your personal space. At least when you were at work your uniform gave you a modicum of respect, a bit of a bubble for your safety. Without it, you were just another short person they could smile about looking down on. You were a target they could push into buying something you really didn't want. You weren't a shrinking violet, and happily bit back at them if they pushed too hard, but it was exhausting and shouldn't have to happen in the first place.

Walter could tell you were on edge but wasn't sure why. He chalks it up to your hesitancy surrounding change and big purchases. He's learned his lesson on trying to speak for you but he's happy to accompany you.

Once inside, you both go directly to the couches. They're more familiar for you and your sleeping habits. The fold out ones are also more sturdy for Walter's sake. There are some things you'd love to do to really test out which couch would be best for both of you, but you don't feel like getting arrested for indecency. He volunteers to scout out other areas but you hold onto his hand to keep him near.

"You're my guard dog right now," you whisper to him. He's not entirely sure what to make of it, but he nods in agreement, if not understanding.

It isn't long until you're approached by a salesman. His name tag says "Pete" and his smile is just shy of sleazy. His focus is clearly on Walter and he greets him with a smile and a handshake, barely looking at you.

"So what can I help the two of you?" Pete offers.

Walter doesn't say anything, just points to you. You smile a little at the double take Pete does but drop it immediately when he gets a little too close.

"So what are you looking for, little lady?" he asks, changing tactics.

"Some personal space," you say flatly as you glare up at him.

For a moment it looks like Pete's smelled something awful but he fixes his composure and takes a step back, almost bumping into Walter. "That's fair," he nods. "Anything else I can get for you?"

You tell Pete the dimensions and requirements you're looking for and he starts walking you towards the pricier options. When you realize what he's doing you immediately turn and start walking towards other, more reasonably priced options. It might be rude, but you've got a budget and he's going to have to respect that.

Walter sees a momentary scowl on Pete's face but keeps his own mouth shut. You're in charge here, and he's happy to see you throwing the guy off. He's definitely understanding more of your request that he be your guard dog. Especially when Pete looks at Walter like, can you help me out here? Walter gives him an unfriendly smile and gestures for Pete to follow you. You're in charge. The sooner Pete respects that, the sooner he can get a sale.

The only time Walter says anything is when you have him try out the couches with you. He gives you honest opinions as he flops down onto them, testing how they handle his weight and rough treatment. He happily steps between you and Pete whenever you need to think. Making sure Pete can't add pressure to the decision.

When you're ready to make a decision you tell Pete which one you want and in what color. He tries to upsell you on a few things and you agree to the one that actually does sound like a good idea. He retains his customer service smile as he gets the paperwork and tallies everything up but the rest of his body language indicates he's not happy. He really should be happy he got anything from you.

The paperwork gets signed and the couch will be delivered to your little apartment in a couple of weeks. You shake Pete's hand and turn to head out. Walter also shakes his hand and Pete grumbles, "I don't understand how you can be so completely whipped for a chihuahua like her."

Walter squeezes Pete's hand extra hard, making the man wince. "Not my fault you can't handle a strong, intelligent, woman with an independent streak. Though now it makes sense why you're still single."

In the cab of Walter's truck you let yourself decompress. He climbs in soon after you do and starts the engine.

"I think I'm understanding a bit more of why you didn't want to do this," he starts. "So I want to thank you, again, for being willing to do so."

"Well, you weren't wrong about the couch needing to be replaced," you confess. "I was just being really stubborn."

"Understandably stubborn," he consoles. "Lost track of how many times I wanted to smack him."

"I'm really glad you didn't. That you let me actually be in charge and didn't step in unless I asked you to. You're a good guard dog."

"Ruff," Walter playfully barks, making you smile. "So, as a thank you, I was wondering if you'd let me treat you to some Dairy Queen?"

"That depends," you tease. "How much of a bill can I run up?"

"Hmm...just don't order everything from the menu?"

"I can work with that," you smile.

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[vespidclan]

Today’s the anniversary of when I first started Vespidclan in Clangen… The day the game broke

I miss back when the girls were so young and happy… before we had any bug drama :’) They’ve gone so far!

I’d probably do a special event or something for this but I don’t really know what to do! So take these facts about what it was like playing the actual game from what we know thus far

Their names were all the same, except Snakepaw was Icepaw. I kept it for a while thinking “oh Icicle and her are matching” but it started to confuse me between the two! So I changed her to Snakepaw about 2 moons in, since she looks like a piebald snake to me.

^ Tying in with that their warrior names were completely the same and I didn’t have to change them… Except for Snake’s. I think she was Snakeeyes, which is a name I liked, but didn’t really fit all that much for her! I ended up naming her Snakevalley for no specific reason, it just sounds nice and cool. (Maybe for an in-lore reason, Icicle gave her ‘Valley’ to keep the remembrance of the Pineclan forests and fields with her)

All the Pineclan cats are in the file and are dead, Sparkbreak is the Starclan guide. I changed this later when I added in Moththorn/404 to the game, but I shouldn’t expand on this, because of lore reasons! Wait until I Am That I Am comes out!

Now that I think about it all lot of names were changed- Fallenfox was something else, but ‘fox’ was RIGHT THERE and I HAD to name her that. Warmfur was Warmshade (good name but he’s literally bright orange), Dreamcatcher was Dreamspike (wasn’t a fan of this one), and everyone else thus far have their names the way they are.

I know it doesn’t seem like it but this story will still keep The Swarm elements, it just wasn’t implemented all that well because there were so little cats! It’ll be added into the story the same time I started following it more in my gameplay, which will be somewhere around the current moons… because of someone we know. 👀🦋

I like having creative control over how the cats look when I draw them. The colors are fine and I try to keep them as close as possible without color picking (I’d hate to have cats that look the exact same) but I like to simplify my designs for them and so they look nice in a comic format, and only sometimes adding extra stuff on them- Icicle never had any yellowish white but she got it cuz I felt like she needed more color on her.

Heartflicker never got a permanent leg injury. I added that to the story myself because it worked as a ‘consequential’ event for what happened before. (nearly killing Icicle) It’s not something she can undo just like that, neither can she undo her actions.

Through my notes I somehow messed up with the seasons. Instead of having greenleaf for 3 moons, I wrote down 5 moons. But I kept this and will continue to! It adds so much to the game being broken and unfixable, not even the in-game moons are perfectly fixed because of 404’s influence.

^ This is also why I made Snakevalley die the way she did. No one gave her berries, no one killed her or anything like that. In the game she died of a heatstroke. But in the comic, it was leafbare, so this didn’t make any sense to me. Took me a while to come up with a reason to have her killed AND be a complete turning point for the story… Because her dying was a complete shock for myself!

…YES Icicle gets pregnant. But that was and will be the only heavy spoiler I am willing to share!

[harmonic-intervention]

Tell me where the good men go

“You can see me!”

“Yes, I can see you because you’re in my head!”

“I’m not."

Welcome to the dumbest thing I have ever written. Bobby death fix-it based off on Just Like Heaven with a sprinkle of bucktommy fix it. Because who gives a shit.

Word count: 19,023 - canon divergence, ghosts, mcd, major character come back to life, getting back together

Excerpt:

The first time Buck saw him, he wasn’t surprised in the slightest. He should have expected it, sort of did expect it. He’d never had to deal with this sort of grief, but he’d heard from others that they dreamed of or hallucinated their lost loved ones. So, why not?

Bobby was in the kitchen of the station next to Buck, still in his messed up turnouts. He was looking over his shoulder, watching him make food for the others. Captain Gerrard was out with a stomach bug or something, Buck would be honest and admit that he didn’t really care. The atmosphere in the firehouse was heavy and bleak these days, but it seemed just a little lighter without Gerrard around.

Buck found Bobby standing by the counter when he came up the stairs to start cooking. The others were spread out over the couches, downtrodden. Buck was trying his best to keep them going, keep them fed and safe. They were going through the motions, all of them were, but life went on. He couldn’t lose his mind now, so he refused to look in the direction of the apparition of the man who might very well be his father. It’d be there, and it’d be gone soon, too. It was just Buck’s brain coping with it.

The hallucination didn’t speak, thank God, but when Buck set the table for the others and called them to eat, it sat down at the head of the table, the place Buck still set for Bobby, and watched them eat. Which was a little bit creepy. Whenever Buck looked at the head of the table, he made sure to keep his eyes down, looking at the plate instead of the apparition. He wasn’t doing this.

He had things to do. People to protect and hold up. He checked in with Chim, Hen, and Ravi. With Eddie. With Athena, May, and Harry. He spoke with Maddie, he helped with the kids, he on and off texted with Tommy with whom things were at a shaky sort of truce for the moment. He didn’t have time to waste on hallucinations.

Thankfully, it did not follow him home. Buck did look at it at shift change when he noticed out of the corner of his eye that its back was turned to him. He looked, saw it watch them leave, looking forlorn and lost. He set his eyes forward, shouldered his bag, and left, hoping that when he came back for his next shift, it’d be gone. Hoped that he wouldn’t find it in his house.

He didn’t find it in his house. And it wasn’t gone when he came back to the station. Every time he came back to the firehouse for the next two weeks, the figure of Bobby Nash was there. In the kitchen, on the couch, in the rig, on calls. At first, it just observed them. Walked with them, hovered over them.

Then, a couple of days ago, it started talking. The first time it did, it was just a soft encouragement to Chimney who was working on a patient, but Buck felt like he’d gotten struck by lightning again. His head was a cruel place. He’d heard of people who lost loved ones talking about forgetting, about not remembering what their voices sounded like, but at this rate, Buck would never be able to forget.

Bobby’s apparition became more vocal by the day, jumping in on conversations at the station, commenting on Buck’s recipes and Buck tried his best to ignore the tips it gave. He knew what he was doing. Bobby had taught him. He didn’t need some shadow trying to tell him what to do.

Then, it started berating Gerrard and Buck accepted that it probably was just a manifestation of his inner voice, like back in his coma dream when he’d come face to face with his own evil doctor self. It made sense. Well, the way this sort of thing could even make sense.

And then-

Well, then things changed. They were out on a call. A routine one when it came down to it, a house fire, probably electrical or something. They were doing a headcount – father, mother, grandparents, the baby, and the oldest child. The middle one was missing.

Gerrard was refusing to send someone back in to find the kid, even though there was still time and the structure was sound enough. He wasn’t listening to anything they had to say, bulldozing over them, reasoning that they had no clue where the child could be.

Buck couldn’t believe he was back. And they were all so crippled with grief that Hen was having trouble even thinking of stepping up and taking over. This was supposed to be her station now. But Buck couldn’t blame her one bit. Bobby was supposed to be there when she took over.

“Don’t turn your back on that house!” the apparition was currently yelling at Gerrard. “The child is in the bathroom by the front door which you would know if you took a moment to listen!”

What a strange thing for a hallucination to say. Buck felt electrified. He stopped, almost holding his breath, and did what it had said – listen. And- there! A cough, coming from the open window next to the front door which was probably the bathroom.

[continue on ao3]

[fruchtfliege]

WIP Wednesday 🫡

Tagged by @hemlocksandfoxgloves @thiamsalpha @axxxx13 and @diaphanous-anchor ☺️☺️ thank youuuu

“You’re going down!” Liam screams, trying to push Mason with his shoulder while still keeping his eyes firmly on the screen.

“Aw, do you really think you’ve got a chance?” Mason pushes him back even harder. 

“You’re going down, your family is going down, your whole town is going down!” Liam laughs maniacally, feeling the euphoria of his soon-to-be victory. He’s been eating shit all night, Mason beating him no matter what character or battle arena he picked for the fight and he’s done losing! He even harassed Mason to stay past his week curfew and it’s for the sole purpose of at least beating his ass once! And it’s finally within his reach!

Just as he's about to give the final hit, finally ending the reign of tyranny that Mason has been holding over his head for months, just as his thumb is about to press the metaphorical trigger and murder Mason’s streak in cold blood, his ears pick up a familiar sound in the distance. Turning his head, Liam focuses on it for a moment and, yeah, it’s definitely Theo's car. Liam checks his phone but there’s nothing. No notification, no missed calls. Weird. Theo usually asks him before dropping by. 

“Ah-ha! You thought you could kill me!? Me!? I'm the grandmaster of video games, Liam! Not even your heightened senses can help you now!”  

From the corner of his eye, Liam spots his character – Link – being absolutely obliterated by Peach’s final smash. Nothing he could’ve done about it, he doesn't even have the controller in his hands anymore. 

Mason's chuckle stops as soon as Liam is on his feet, opening his window. He does a double take, surprised to see that his best friend has already moved on from the legendary beating. 

“What are you doing?” Liam whisper-screams out the window. 

“Who is doing what?” Mason gets on his feet too but Liam is completely blocking the view with the top half of his body outside and his ass sticking out in his bedroom. Mason groans and still tries to make himself a small place above him to check what’s going on. 

“Wait, why are you leaving?” Liam tries again. “I can obviously see you, asshole, come back here!”

Mason understands the second he sees Theo hesitating by the side of Liam’s house, not saying anything, that he should probably leave. It’s late and Theo is glancing their way like he wants to stay but there's something bugging him. Mason can take a hint!

“Hey, so I’m gonna go,” Mason says quickly, trying to put Theo out of his misery. “I’ll see you at-”

“What? No! I still didn’t beat you, you can’t leave,” Liam cuts him off almost rudely but it only makes Mason laugh.

“That’s never gonna happen,” Mason says under his breath before he gives an innocent look at Liam like he hasn’t said anything at all. He quickly changes the subject before Liam starts talking nonsense and says that he’ll win the next game or something. “No, I get it, you two need some time alone. I don't mind.” 

Still mostly outside of the window, Liam hits the back of his head as tries to get back in with lightning speed and his high-pitched “what!?” dies into a moan of pain.

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[funnier-as-a-system]

Feeling kind of like the worst alter in the system right now. I know we all have lives to live and roles to play, but I get the feeling I stink at mine.

My fellow system members assure me that it’s not true and my perspective is distorted by RSD and shame and anxiety.

I just wish I felt better. I want to know how to show everyone how helpful I can be to the system, but I keep screwing things up.

I guess….do you know any techniques to build my self esteem and conquer my intense shame and fear of rejection?

Some in our system struggle with the same, anon. Some sentiments to remind yourself of: your worth is not determined by how "well" you live your life or how "well" you play your role. You have worth just by virtue of existing.

There are probably many more techniques out there for this, but the one we find the most reliable is to say nice things about ourselves until we start to believe it. This doesn't have to be accomplished in a day, and it's normal if you feel silly about it at first, but even something small like

"My failures do not define me. Every day I do good things, or at least I try, and that's what matters."

or swinging to the other extreme and sarcastically declaring,

"I am the most amazing alter in the world and my system is blessed to have me."

can slowly change how you see yourself. The key is to say it again and again, over days, weeks, or even months, until it starts to sink in and your brain accepts it as truth. Your failures don't define you, your system is lucky to have you, and all those mean thoughts you think about yourself can be drowned out by consciously choosing to think and say nice things about yourself, even if you don't believe them at first.

Alongside that, if you're fronting at bedtime, it can help to go over small joys and accomplishments from that day. As an example, today, I faced my fears, listened to my headmates, and did some basic body maintenance. I also saw a cool bug! Looking for small things that you've accomplished or that made you happy will let you close out the day on a positive note and train your brain to appreciate these things more. And when you appreciate the small things more, you don't stress as much, and are able to tackle the harder things in life with more vigor and grit. It's like investing in your own future joy and success!

I know being in this position, this mental state sucks, but you're not stuck in it forever. Do your best to be kind to yourself, okay? Sooner or later, things will be brighter

[littlekiddosblog]

Summer Bucket List☀️

A list of things that I would like to do this summer. If I do any of them I’ll check them off and keep it up until summer ends .

Pick strawberries

Go to a waterpark

Water balloon fight

Make ice cream

Go to a toy store

Wear a diaper to help me feel more little and prevent accidents

Visit a park

Have a beach and park day

Build the biggest fort ever

Go bowling

Go on a picnic

Go to a zoo

Make popsicles

Go on a vacation

Have a movie with friends

Make s’mores

Go to build a bear

Have a cookout

Go to the spa

Make play dough

Have a game night with friends

Run in the sprinklers

Have a sleepover

Play with sidewalk chalk

Decorate my room so it’s a little room just for me

Make a fairy garden

Play mini golf

Fly a kite

Watch fireworks

Go to a concert

Go to the library and get books to read

Learn to swim

Catch lightning bugs

Go to a baseball game

Dye my hair

Make a bird feeder

Go to McDonalds

Go to a movie theater

Make slime

Star gaze

Play the drums

Nature scavenger hunt

Go on a hike

Catch a rainbow

Slip ‘N slide

Build a sand castle

Meet a furry and be friends with one

Meet someone who pet regress ( it’s something I’m curious to learn about )

[milkybunnybow]

Hi, Milky! I'm Bonbon! (it/she, grownup age 33, kid age 7) Wanted to say that, as someone who has only recently embraced regressing, your stuff is so beautiful! We keep coming back and rereading your posts for bunnies and angels and jellyfish!

Also wanted to ask, would you be at all willing to make something for a CG Applejack, from MLP:FIM? She's always seemed so big and strong and perfect, we like to think she'd be our caregiver!

⋆｡‧˚𝒞𝒶𝓇𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇! ʚ🍎�� 𝒜𝓅𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒿𝒶𝒸𝓀˚‧｡⋆

“Ain’t no trouble at all, sugarcube.”

🧡 Keeps snacks on hand; apple slices, warm pie, and juice boxes

🧡 Wipes your cheeks when you’re teary, no judgment in her eyes

🧡 Brushes your hair real gentle, hummin’ soft lullabies

🧡 Packs little lunches and tucks love notes in ‘em

🧡 Tells you stories of the farm, of her family, and makes you feel safe

🧡 Doesn't mind if you're nonverbal or too small to talk, she gets it

🧡 Keeps your plushies safe in a lil basket beside your bed

🧡 Lets you help with chores when you’re in a helpful mood; “you’re my best helper, sugar”

🧡 Tucks you in tight every night with a “there ya go, snug as a bug”

🧡 Always smells like apples and hay

🧡 Reminds you how strong you are, even when you don’t feel it

🧡 Teaches you how to be kind, honest, and gentle with yourself

🧡 Takin’ you to the orchard to pick apples just for fun

🧡 Letting you wear her hat when you're feeling down

🧡 Makes sure you always feel safe, even when storms roll in

🍂 She’s your safe place when things feel too loud, too fast, too scary. 🍎 With Applejack, you’re never too small or too much... Just enough.

Hii Bonbon!! 🍎🌾 First of all thank you so so much for this message, it seriously made me do the biggest happy wing flutters ever!! 🪽💗 Hearing from other grownups in the agere community always means the world to me. As someone who's still really shy about their own regression, it’s suuuper comforting to know I’m not alone. Interacting with other adult regressors like you makes things feel a little less scary and a whole lot more welcoming 💞

I'm so happy you’ve been enjoying my posts. It's honestly the sweetest thing to know people find comfort in them! Though not gonna lie… the sudden wave of attention and nonstop requests lately has had my brain doin lil spinny circles 😵‍💫💌 but I’m doin my best to keep up because I love makin things that make others feel seen and cozy!!

Also YESSS Applejack as a CG??? I'm in FULL agreement with you!! She's such a strong and steady presence, the kind of pony who’d always make sure her little one felt safe and cared for. 🍏🐴💚

Sending you and your system the biggest cuddly angel bun hugs!! ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა💫

[takumaswife]

love your chan fic. could you do another chan x reader where reader is either sick or on her period and is embarassed but he takes care of her pls

My Responsibility - Bang Chan

Genre: Fluff, fem reader but could also go for afab.

Word Count: 933

Masterlist

A/N: This fic is a little shorter than my others, but I tried to make it sweet and cute.

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You held your stomach as the cramps continued pulsing through your lower abdomen. Burying your face into your pillow, you groan as pain shot through your abdomen to your crotch. You wish you could punch your stomach. Laying there, you heard your phone buzzing on your nightstand. Grabbing the device, you saw a text from Chan asking if he could come over for the night. Despite dating for almost 8 months and sleeping over a handful of times, he still asks out of respect.

'I'm sorry, channie.. I'm not feeling well. We can postpone until this weekend!"

Even though you've been dating for months, talking about your period to Chan was still uncomfortable. Talking about it in general was uncomfortable. Anytime he tried to make plans during your time of the month, you always came up with an excuse. However, despite the lies, Chan shortly figured it out around the third month you had told him you were too busy. He realized the dates were similar and immediately knew.

As soon as you pressed send, immediately your phone lit up with Chan's face. He was calling and you could already hear him freaking out. "Hello?" You asked, trying to keep your voice steady from the pain radiating in your body. "Are you okay? Do you need me to bring medicine?" Chan's deep voice rang through the phone. You immediately shook your head, even if he couldn't see you. "No!..uh, just stay home. I don't need you getting sick. I hear the bug going around last for a few days." You replied. Chan smirked as he knew his assumption was correct. "Okay, baby. If you need anything, just let me know." He responded. "Yes, love you bye!" You spoke quickly and hung up before screaming into your pillow from the pain.

Laying in bed for a little while, you could feel that you needed to get to the toilet as you could feel how heavy your period was getting in this moment. Slowly getting up, you waddled to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. Going to change your product, you reached into the bathroom drawer to see you were COMPLETELY out. How could you be out?? And now you're stuck on the toilet with no phone?? This couldn't be happening right now.

You were becoming frustrated from the pain, the heaviness, and just emotional in general. You didn't know what to do at this point. Resting your head in your hands, elbows resting on your knees, you tried think of something. It would be too messy to try and get to the shower, but even after you would still need products.

That was until you heard a knock on the bathroom door, causing you to jump and almost scream. "Babe? Are you in here?" It was Chan. What was he doing here? Maybe this is a good thing, but then maybe not. It's embarrassing. You're literally stuck on the toilet. "Chan.. what are you doing here? You're supposed to stay away when I'm sick!" You shouted, scolding him. The door then opened slightly, a arm sticking inside with a box of products that you were in dire need of. Furrowing your eyebrows, you looked at the box. "H-how did you know?" You asked, your voice soft and your face and bright red. "Here, let's get you out of here and into bed." Hiding his eyes behind his hand, he walked into the bathroom slowly, handing you the box before stepping out to wait for you.

Quickly freshening yourself up, you exited the bathroom and refused to make eye contact with your boyfriend who sat on your bed. "Why are you here.." you mumbled as you walked back to the bed and sat down. "Well, I thought you could use some company. I knew you weren't sick since you always come up with an excuse to not be around me the same time every month." He replied, moving closer and laying in his normal spot. Chan grabbed your arm and gently pulled you down into his arms, your back to his chest as he began to rub your stomach.

"Well, how did you know I needed those?" You asked, your face still red from embarrassment. "I saw you were out yesterday before I left. And since you didn't go out yesterday, I knew you didn't buy any. I'm a pretty observant boyfriend." He replied with a chuckle, nuzzling his face into your neck. "But it's not your responsibility! It's too gross for you-" Chan immediately cut you off by pinching your hip gently. "It's not gross, and it is my responsibility to be their for my partner. You'll be having periods even when we are married. Our daughters will get them. It's normal and just a part of life.. You don't have to be scared or embarrassed." He reassured you as he kissed your neck softly. "It's my job to take care of you, and right now, I need to cuddle you and distract you from the pain." You smiled softly. Despite still being embarrassed, you relaxed into his hold, the pain in your abdomen calming from the massage Chan gave.

The next few days, Chan watched over you, tending to all your needs. He was making breakfast in the morning for you, dinner at night. He had medicine for the pain and sweets for the cravings. As much as you tried to tell him you were fine and he didn't need to stay, he just pressed his lips to yours to quiet you. He was happy being able to spend time with you.

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Tag list: @tangerineastronaut

If you would like to be able to my tag list, comment or dm me. You could be tagged for certain groups/artist/shows or every fic i post!

[forrest-of-sins]

Hello!! I just binged reading all 3 parts of your cookie run X reader and I am IN LOVE with how you write shadow milk’s manipulation of Firefly. Fan art may be on the way!! See how my own motivation is! Got any flat colored pictures of firefly I could use as reference? (You also be cool with me drawing them more transmasc? I’m a trans guy so may or may not get a little self indulgent haha)

Some more thoughts of mine that aren’t art related. (OH MY GOD YOU HAVE A TUMBLR THAT I CAN INTERACT WITH!!!)

1st Fic: I was so so SO delighted at the reveal of pine cookie actually being alive! SM’s manipulation got me I guess haha (complements to the writer *tips my hat*)

The dance if puppets was so dark and lovely! AHH!! God I can’t stress how much I love the dark writing in this series!!

The slow corruption by Shadow milk’s. I like to think if it as a bad end timeline. Where SM and the beasts all escaped, although the ancients are still out there the beasts are more at charged and it gives that sweet apocalyptic vibe and adds to firefly’s fate. Where there is really likely no one that could save them due to how wastelandy it’s gotten. Leaving SM to have further ammunition to not only isolate firfly but manipulate them into truely believing SM is their only savior!

(Also love me a man that will force me into position <3)

2nd fic

Mmm yummy yummy touch starved. Mmm yes, good!! I think there is atleast 1 SM doll in that pile and there is no way to tell me otherwise! Firefly cuddles that bitch to sleep every morning! Bonus points if SM uses their more delusional sleepy state to talk to them through the doll! It’s like a walky talky when they’re lonely and SM is busy gutting some cookies to death! Let them have just a little bit of Firefly’s self indulgence!

3rd: GOD I AM GNAWING AND TEARING AT EVERYTHING!!!! Dude I KNEW as soon as I read SM was looking out into the forest something was up! Even if firefly is a little bit too dumb dumb I’M NOT!! I KNOW HE WAS UP TO SOMETHING!! And oooooohhhhhh! Was I very rewarded. Pine cookie not only shown to also being toyed with by SM in a different way bit FORCED by the beasts are to watch as who they knew as a friend is turned into a pawn that only wants SM and hates them!! YES!!! GOOD SHIT!!!

The cat and mouse game was sooo good to read!!

A fanfic that not only is good at smut but ALSO HAS A GOOD STORY?!

All of this to say I am eatting your depiction of Shadow Milk. My fangs are bitting his limbs iff as I eat him whole!! Good yummy yummy!!!

hiya!! thank you so much for reading and enjoying the fic, im very pleased that you think its both good narratively and in regards to the smut not bein too shoehorned in! :D

it's very flattering that you'd consider making fanart too tho, omg, please tag me if you do! ;///; and of course you can make em more transmasc! everything about their appearance is ambiguous in the fic so honestly go crazy with it- that goes for anybody else that wants to doodle em too! :] here's a lil ref for em, sorry if its a bit scuffed!

now, for the rest of your ask! >:3

I adore writing dark fics hehe, so I'm glad that you think that its alright in that aspect! I wanna keep pushing it further and further as the story goes on, it's gonna be one no good very bad time for all involved in it >:L

I love the idea of the fic being set in a beasts won world tho omg..its a very good excuse as to why certain other cookies aren't about fgfhjg :'L

I'll defo have to draw a sleeped up Firefly mumbling to a Smilk plush omggg, that's a huge big brain idea!! silly bug cookie gets gaslit by wretched jester plushie...what a fool.......

ehehehe, i think the third fic was defo the most fun i had with the series at that point and it shows with the amount of cruelty Smilk displays towards Pine and Firefly lol, it's definitely a huge turning point for the both of their characters :3 I'm glad you like how i write Smilk, cause he's only gonna become more of a bastard as time goes on!

thank you again for your support and enthusiasm for the series, this put a huge smile on my face when i first saw this ask!! :D

[shamelesslymkp]

I kind of want to know what the fuck kind of fight went on while I was sitting on that one couch as a kid, because in flashbacks it's like, always that one couch, but I have no memory of what was actually happening just the frozen feeling and emotions.

I mean. I'm guessing actually if it was bad enough to become like. the go-to flashback, it maybe isn't something I want to remember, but I still would LIKE to.

I don't even remember when exactly we had that couch!!

[aquanutart]

desert flygon

[heartscrypt]

the web - fear of manipulation and lost control made manifest