#its a fair amount of 'em

[shiv-multifandom-mess]

I need [redacted] so bad oh heavens

[pcktknife]

final evos for my fakemon starters are finally done ^w^

pre-evos + extra notes under the cut

[17gz]

ai discourse is kind of mind melting tbh like i get both sides of the argument... im a digital artist and there are tools/functions in programs that i wish so badly were automated and ai powered and ik some programs allow scripting but i do wish there was a way to incorporate ai into art to make it easier for artists, but hoisting off all creative work to ai is what concerns me and the higher ups and execs that decide where to put their budget will 100% fuck over artists and go with ai instead which is depressing and it's already happening... i also think the fearmongering about ai with 0 research into how it works is frustrating and ridiculous and people take it wayyyy too far and make it sound like the only way to make true art is to kill urself in the process..... i also despise how ppl have used artists works in data sets and have profited off their work without their consent. i also think pretending ai is this all knowing genius and/or monster is dumb and human bias will make its way into any data set fed to it and its an expert on mimicry at best... i think its a great tool that's just in the wrong hands imo i wish ai was in the hands of artists and not tech bros... i also worry about the way dumb fads affect the creative world especially with the out of touch dumbasses that have the final word in terms of art funding... anyways.

[nerd-with-a-nipple]

today is the second day in a row i have to be at work at 6:45 and yesterday was so stressful,,, life could be a dream

[orcelito]

Loving Fate/Samurai Remnant so much actually. I love all the sword fighting. The gameplay is just so fun. But there r all sorts of informational things about 1600s Japan, specifically Edo and its neighborhoods and all sorts of cultural things, both big and small, and it's just. So Fun!!!!

I've gone looking some things up online for additional information on a few things, so I've learned things from that, too!!! It's just a really fun process

[ssparksflyy]

BUT I DONT WANNA DANCE, IF IM NOT DANCING WITH YOU ♡ !

pairing percy jackson x ballerina!reader summary (smau) just a few days in the life as a pro ballerina nd her loving bf ( ꈍ◡ꈍ) an guys i dont know anything abt ballet please dont come for me 😭 also!! first smau and first time writing in foreverrrrr

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soyn last few days in the studio have been soso hectic but im forever great full i get to spend them with some of the most beautiful amazing dancers in the whole wide worlddd ‹𝟹 ( dont forget to buy ur tickets for our upcoming recital !! )

annie.beth u guys literally look so good !! popped in the other day to help with lighting issues and oh em gee im so excited nd proud!!

⤷ soyn and u didnt say hello !! literally what !!

⤷ annie.beth my boss didnt let me ᴖ̈

⤷ soyn they hate to see us together fr

tallesttiptoes blood sweat nd tears going into this guys buy ur tickets ꃋᴖꃋ

⤷ soyn no literally like the amount of band-aids i have on rn ....

⤷ perseajackson can confirm shes gone through two boxes of hello kitty band-aids in the last month

lightning.mcqueen where can i buy tickets plsss (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

⤷ soyn TY JASON !! (balletwebsite.com) !!

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perseajackson day like forty seven of trying new recipes except when i tried making what i had originally planned i spilled like half of our salt ... we resorted to pasta but its a win cause my gf loves pasta

fireboy how the hell did u spill half of ur salt

⤷ perseajackson ive literally watched you intentionally put seven cups of salt into a cake before

⤷ fireboy ... and what im a salty man

⤷ prettygirlpipes we know

lightning.mcqueen waiting for the day u make me dinner ᴖ̈

⤷ perseajackson ill make u a full course meal bro dw

⤷ lightning.mcqueen bro ily

⤷ perseajackson omg no ily more

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soyn best chef in ny fr !! after ur mom ofc

⤷ perseajackson real i can never compete with her she'd eat me up

⤷ soyn its cause she's sally jackson babe dw

now playing ... birds of a feather by billie eilish

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prettygirlpiper group met up at the fair this weekend nd omg ... i have not laughed n had so much fun since i cant even remember like core memory fr + everybody's fav couple making the whole fair feel single

annie.beth WE LITERALLY NEED TO DO THIS MORE IT WAS SM FUN

⤷ fireboy YALL DONT UNDERSTAND I HAVE NO LIFE IM FREE WHENEVERRR ( ˶•ᴖ•) !!

hazelluvsu i had so much fun except for when i almost died of laughter after watching jason lose at thirteen games in a row

⤷ lightning.mcqueen TRAITOR

⤷ perseajackson damnnnn u did my man dirty hazel

⤷ letsbefrank nah cause it was genuinely sad after a while

⤷ lightning.mcqueen percy ur the only one who understands me

soyn ily guys sm omgggg (pipes dont be shy send me that pic ˘ ³˘)

⤷ prettygirlpiper i gotchu pooks dw ♡

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soyn im working late, cause im a singer dancer ( recital is in two days we r stressing but so ready !! )

tallesttiptoes OH YEAH im so ready (im not ready at all) literally so pumped (crying in my closet rn) i CANNOT wait (im going to kms)

⤷ luvrgirlsteph WE GOT THIS GIRL DONT KYS ‹𝟹

perseajackson ilysm babe u got this !!

⤷ soyn tysm percy ily (˃̣̣̥ᴖ˂̣̣̥)

⤷ prettygirlpiper omg i hate u guys #bringbacktoxiccouples

⤷ perseajackson stay jealous

hazelluvsu u got this yn !! ur an amazing leader i just know all the girls in ur studio r so lucky to be working with u !!

⤷ tallesttiptoes YESS WE AREEEE

⤷ luvrgirlsteph yn my fav dancer fr !!

⤷ soyn ilysm pretty girls ‹𝟹

now playing ... new years day by taylor swift

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soyn theres glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby, and i am holding onto these memories as they hold onto me- we did it !!

perseajackson words cannot explain how proud i am of u babe, i literally started crying and the guy next to me hugged me and we cried TOGETHER

⤷ soyn NO WAY NO U DID NOT

⤷ lightning.mcqueen yes he did leo and i can confirm ill send u the pics rn

⤷ soyn THIS IS GOLDEN WHAT

fireboy THAT WAS SO COOL U LOOKED LIKE A PRINCESS I WANNA DO BALLET

⤷ soyn BETTTT LEO U GOT THAT

⤷ prettygirlpiper ohmygod i cannot wait to see how this ends

annie.beth U GUYS DID SO WELL IT WAS AMAZING !!

⤷ hazelluvsu my jaw was literally on the floor to whole time ꃋᴖꃋ

⤷ letsbefrank drop the leg day routine cause HOW

⤷ soyn STOPPP ILY GUYS SM (˃̣̣̥ᴖ˂̣̣̥)

© ssparksflyy ┊ ur user was inspired by so high school n so american - like if you put my name in it would be 'sobells' yk?? yk.

[ddejavvu]

I’d let Kurt Kunkle put his mouth on my boobs because I know for a fact that’s one of the first things on his bucket list

this post is 18+, minors dni.

he doesn't even know what to do with em at first. he's seen his fair share of porn, he's addicted to the stuff, but the moment your bra comes off he's braindead. your nipples aren't hard, but they easily stiffen in the exposed air, and you tweak em a bit to get em going, too. and he just watches you rub your tits, pinching and stroking at your nipples until they're hard for him. he's watching with his lips ever-so-slightly parted, totally dumbfounded.

you talk to him, you call his name, probably giggle when there's no response, but the sound of a fucking explosion couldn't tear his eyes away from your tits. when he finally gets back to his senses enough to reach out and touch them he just ghosts his fingers ever-so-softly against them, shivering the same as you do when he brushes a finger over your nipple. it's ticklish, sensitive, and you jerk slightly in place, a wayward giggle falling from your lips that's part moan.

the only time he looks away from your tits is to glance up at you for permission to put his face all over them, like that's not exactly why you took your top off in the first place. you nod, and he leans forwards, letting his parted lips just brush over your skin. he doesn't suck on them right away, doesn't go right in with his tongue out, he just moves his mouth over them, completely frozen. it's only when your nipple breaches his parted lips and slips into his mouth that he finally takes initiative, and he'll never admit it but he totally whimpers the first time he wraps his chapped lips around your perky little nipple.

once the tongue is out it doesn't go back in. he's sloppy with it, dragging it haphazardly and randomly over your skin, leaving shiny trails of hot saliva in its wake. he pays special attention to your underboob 'cause it's warm and sweaty and smelly and he's nasty like that, wants to drink it right out of your skin. probably spends an embarrassing amount of time just burying his nose beneath your tits and inhaling. you think he might suck the skin right off of you with the way he's breathing you in.

really, all you have to do is sit back and enjoy the ride. he does like it when you smash them together around his head to suffocate him. maybe push 'em together a little bit so he can fuck them as a treat. and stick your tongue out so he can aim for it with his tip. as an extra treat.

[dapper-lil-arts]

There are a surprising amount of things in mythology and fiction that are like variations of unicorns.

My personal favorite "evil unicorn" variation is the bicorn , bicorns are said to be just as powerful as unicorns but are far more aggressive and have two horns instead of one.

(Which bicorns could pretty easily be translated to mlp their aggression could be translated as the same cultural militarism as Pegasi,  maybe the others think of bicorns as evil because of something that happened a long time that caused bicorns to separate from the rest of pony society, and of course this would end up with a culture of ponies distinct from equestria who think fighting fair is for idiots)

Hahaaaa nice! I knew of bicorns actually! Love em. I am planning on naming a pirate ship the bicorn in this fic I'm writing. its kind of strange that in mlp, a lot of unicorns are elitist as hell. Imagine having two horns Having two horns makes you MEAN

[lindisworld]

Close || Matt Murdock x Reader

summary: Soulmate Au! In which [Name] has Daredevil as a soulmate and Matt unwillingly wants [Name] in his life. However Fate does its job and always brings them together.

Prologue

a/n: this is totally not proofread and this is my first time posting a fic on tumblr, don’t hate on me yall. still learning the ropes of using this app

The incredible phenomenon known as the soul connection, between two people intertwining their bodies and soul into a deeper profound connection. Whether it’s a scrape, a hit, or simply a paper cut etched into the person’s physical body, it’s mirrored by the soulmate. Fortunately, the injuries sustained isn’t felt by the other individual in any way. 

There’s [Name] who worked hard in her owned business, a coffee shop; a calm and serene place where people come for relaxation. The sweet aroma of coffee casted over the costumers, a soft melody of classical music playing in the background. 

It stood tiny compared to the other buildings, yet no matter how tiny it is. It’s popular amongst office workers, locals and tourists. 

The exterior was a caramel brown that glistened brighter in the sunlight. The sun reflected off the tinted windows, stopping unwanted heat from going through.

Costumers bustled in and out throughout the day, a warm cup of coffee in hand. A new order came in every five minutes, the soft sound of the espresso machine brewing overlaps the music.

“Is your soulmate that reckless?,” Marci Stahl, one of the many people who frequently come, pointed out towards the bruises, taking [Name]’s arm gently.

Marci is a lawyer from Landman and Zack, which is close by to [Name]’s cafe. Well, was a lawyer at Landman and Zack. She’s also known as [Name]'s childhood bestfriend who had a major dislike towards the soulmate despite not even knowing who it is. Cause who injures themselves that much? 

Though, she couldn’t feel the bruising of her flesh, she still wondered how can one person obtain so many contusions. [Name] brought her arm closer to her face, observing the reddish injuries.

Blotches of red and blue marks littered her arm; going from her forearm to her shoulder. The discoloration contrasting to her regular skin color. 

“Marci, they're probably really clumsy or something,” [Name] creased her brows together in distress - most of the time the bruises were on her torso. None of them were this noticeable. Yet, these were on display. For everyone to see, she tried her best with concealer but they still managed to seep through the makeup.

"All my long sleeve shirts were dirty, i couldn’t wear ‘em. You know these don't hurt," she assured the lawyer.

Marci rolled her eyes, “The probability of them being a criminal is high.  What would you do then? I’ll see you tomorrow.” She stated before turning her heel, walking out the shop leaving [Name] to ponder the question. 

Fate must have cursed her to have such an unfortunate soulmate who hurts themselves every other day, luckily fate also decided to spare them and not make them feel the pain. [Name]'s thoughts wandered off to what kind of person her soulmate was, if they were some sort of criminal or something. Perhaps a gangster getting into trouble.

To be fair, the amount of bruises she gets is unordinary to any citizen in America. She did think of countless scenarios if she were to have a criminal as a soulmate.  

Such as, joining them as their partner in crime or leave her life as a barista behind and make a new one without her soulmate. But, she doubted it would ever happen. Or maybe, it was one of the avengers. Though it was high unlikely, it still wasn’t out the window. 

Almost 30 minutes after Marci left, the barista heard the door bells ring, her head shooting up, her hand instinctively grabbing the notepad in her apron. [Name] headed towards the trio who sat themselves near a booth hidden away from most costumers. 

The warm air welcomed the group with the scent of coffee. Large arrays of sweets ranging from slices of cake to cookies. Soft chatters from individuals surrounding the place. Everyone else enjoying their treat and sipping on the coffee. 

“Good evening, how’s every one’s day been?” A smile plastered on her face, her fingers fiddling with the pen. The blonde lady with pretty blue eyes locked eyes with [Name] before traveling down to her arms which had the noticeable bruises. It was evident on her face that she was ready to question it. 

In result, [Name] hid her arms behind her back and awkwardly posed, hoping she’d get the hint and stop looking. One thing she always hated was when people stared and ask too many questions if she’s getting hurt or something else. Nevertheless, it was nice knowing people cared for her physical condition. 

“It’s going great now that we’re here celebrating our win with delicious desserts and coffee. Later on, we’re definitely looking forward to lots of drinking,” A male with medium length brown hair exclaims quite loudly. 

“Names Foggy, and you are…” Foggy said before glancing down at the name tag on [Name]’s shirt, “[Name].” He finished with a grin. 

“This is Matt Murdock and Karen Page.” He says and pointed at each person. “Give us your best recommendations for coffee and desserts, [Name]. I’ll put my faith in your hands.” He added. 

“Well, in that case. Is anyone allergic to anything?” [Name] questioned, look at each of them. Her eye lingered at the man with red glasses whose brows furrowed, almost seems like he was concentrating on something. [Name] then turned to Karen, who gently nudged Matt who broke his focus. 

“Huh?” Matt asked and looked over at her, he registered what she had asked and answered. “Oh, i’m not allergic to anything.” He said rather quickly and gave a quick smile. 

“Okay,” She brought the pen to her face, lightly tapping her cheek in a thinking manner. “People around here love the Cinnamon Roll Frappe and Vanilla Cappuccino, or a plain black coffee goes well with our chocolate croissant. We also have a variety of donuts. I’ll bring a box for you to try, on the house.” She explains.

Almost in an instant, Foggy’s face was overtaken by pure happiness by free donuts. Anything that was free and delicious is definitely welcomed in his life. 

“You are the best, [Name]! Amazing coffee and free desserts will definitely get you a discounted price at our law firm if you ever need our services!” Foggy rejoiced causing Karen and Matt to laugh. 

“Thank you for the donuts, I’ll definitely repay you somehow,” Karen kindly spoke and gave her a smile, “I’ll take the Cinnamon Roll Frappe.” She said. 

Foggy let out an enthusiastic sigh, “I’ll try your Vanilla Cappuccino, dear friend!” 

Matt laughs at Foggy’s antics and turned to [Name]. “Seems like I’ll do your plain black coffee with the chocolate croissant, please. ” Matt added. 

[Name] took note and walked towards the counter, preparing their drinks in an orderly manner. She’s heard about the trio before from Marci. However Foggy was mentioned more often than not in her conversations with her friend. 

“Hey, guys. I don’t mean to invade [Name]’s privacy, but I’ve noticed bruises on her arm.” Karen muttered quietly to the group, Foggy didn’t miss it either. 

“Looks like hell. Could be from her soulmate or God forbid, it’s something else you know,” Foggy responds and glances at the barista making their drinks. 

“I should ask her when we leave, woman to woman. So she’s comfortable instead of us asking her in front of everyone.” Karen suggests causing Foggy to agree. 

“Great idea, let her know we’re very good lawyers, Karen.” Foggy adds. Meanwhile Matt sat there, listening attentively. His senses were already attuned with the bruises on [Name]’s skin. With each passing moment, Matt’s heightened awareness became more apparent as he began to sense the blood pooling under her delicate skin. He knew she didn’t feel the pain, nonetheless he felt guilty she had tons littered around her skin just like him.

Within 10 minutes, she’s has all three drinks on top of a tray and a chocolate croissant on one hand and the other was the free box of donuts. She walks towards the group with a smile, already grown accustomed to having both hands full and navigating through crowds with ease. Especially after many years as a server when she was a teenager and now a barista with her own growing business. 

“Alright, lawyers. Here’s your order, I hope you all enjoy.” [Name] said and set the items on the table. “Let me know how it taste. Don’t burn your tongue.” She requested.

She held the tray to her side and waited patiently as they all brought their lips to their drink. [Name] nervously smiles and glances at each one of them. Foggy was the first one to talk.  

“[Name], I may have burnt my tongue but this is incredible! I won’t sue you for my injury.” Foggy saids and simply fell in love with the flavor. [Name] laughs nervously, not knowing if he’s joking or not. 

Matt must’ve caught on by her nervous laughter, “He was joking by the way. Although I do agree that this is very good coffee. Even if it’s plain black.” Matt complimented with honesty. These were organic coffee beans with no chemicals added so it didn’t taste nasty. Food wise, he kept everything organic so it wasn’t harsh on his senses. 

“I also agree, this is very good.” Karen said and drank her frappe. [Name] exhales and smiles. “I really do appreciate it. It’s always nice to hear feedback from customers.” [Name] responds.

”I have to get back to work if you don’t mind, enjoy the rest of your day and congratulations on your win.” [Name] turned around to walk away before she was stopped by Matt’s voice. 

“Wait- uh,” Matt hesitates before letting out a small sigh escape his mouth, “Sorry. I didn’t realize my chocolate croissant was here. A blind guy’s mistake.” He lied. He knew exactly where it was placed. Matt went back and forth with his thoughts, whether it was a good idea for [Name] to know that Matt was her soulmate. He didn’t deserve to have a soulmate, let alone friends who he constantly puts in danger. [Name] hums and walks away from Matt. 

[pumpkinsy0]

Can we get some hcs of Pony and Curly just doing small sweet romantic things for each other? (If that makes sense 😭) Like Pony taking Curly to a movie and Curly doing his best not to complain the whole time because he knows Pony doesn't usually invite people to the movies with him and stuff (even though he's probably not successful in the no complaining part)

OF COURSE I ALWAYS LOVED LIL THINGS LIKE THAT

•curlys moved to the us for a good chunk amount of time, but he still lowkey has his haitian accent and pony can tell bc curly doesnt rlly pronounce his r’s that hard, but pony doesnt mind he likes it

•curly THINKS pony doesnt notice, but pony does, he just thinks its endearing so doesnt say anything

•pony could tell curly he likes this ONE thing and curly will just forever associate it w pony and even if theres something even semi related to what pony likes, curly will show it to pony

•curly doesnt rlly share his interest that much w anyone so when pony finds out curlys interested in one thing, he tries learning about it so curly can talk about it w him, curly listens to ponys rants its only fair if pony does the same or else he feels like a dick

•both pony and curly like different parts of foods but hate the other bits so when theyre eating they usually take out the bit that the other person likes more so they can have it later and they just eat the part they like

•pony learned how to braid so he could do curlys hair sometimes, is he rlly only able to do cornrows??? yea, but its ok curly likes the thought behind it, plus he’s still learning give the guy some time

•he actually helps curly quite a but w his hair, especially when its in an afro, he just CANNOT braid allat much, his lil hands hurt, but minus him and soda, he thinks curlys hair is pretty tough

•they have this habit of pressing their burn scars from that chicken game together, but its so quick that if u blink u could just flat out miss it, its literally just a small press on each others fingers n they stop

•pony tends to fall asleep while reading sometimes and curly notices so while ponys asleep he just takes the book and bends the page corner so pony can find the page again, he knows pony gets cranky when he loses a page

•curly typically has the blinds and window in his room closed BUT he knows that pony likes the small breeze he gets in his own room laying down so when pony comes over those blinds and that window r OPEN

•when curlys off in or jail or whatever, if curlys gonna be gone for a bit, pony gives curly a letter to hold onto, even draws lil doodles on the thing, curly keeps em in a box, sometimes while hes in jail pony has to give curly a letter so he hands it off to tim so he can give it to curly, and tim jokes about opening and reading it and curly gets REAAALLLYYYY touchy about it, telling him not to, ATTEMPTING to intimidate tim

•does it work??? nope, but tims just more curious as to why the letter means sm to curly, he knows they have a thing going on but to get THAT emotional over it??? hmmmm🤨🤨🤔🤔

[apotodiplodocus]

Guard Dog Ch.2

Double update yippee!

You’re peacefully asleep, dreaming about better times with your nanny when your forced awake by ferocious growling and clashing. Eyes shooting open, you whip your bleary eyes towards the sound and see three figures, one clearly Gyutaro, the others unknown.

“What are you, stupid? Get the fuck down.” Gyutaro snarls and you don’t even think about arguing, throwing yourself to the floor and crawling to the bathroom as quickly as possible. Once inside you slam the door shut, eyes squinted shut so you couldn’t see any of the carnage happening outside. The fight goes on for a minute, one or maybe even both must have been demons to have lasted this long. What sort of people had your parents pissed off? From the sounds of things Gyutaro was victorious, the vicious giggling seeping its way under the door and seeming to ricochet hollowly off the tiled walls. You don’t know whether to come out, years of working with demons has made you highly aware of the fact that other than the researcher that created demon poison, the only way to kill a demon is to cut off their head with a nichirin blade of some kind. As a result, you’re wary of what Gyutaro could have done to eliminate them as threats. Trying to figure it out, you don’t hear him approach the door until he hammers on it with a clenched fist.

“You can come out now… Human.” You squeak jumping to your feet, quickly clearing your throat in embarrassment. You compose yourself as quickly as you can and peek your head out. Gyutaro had immediately walked away to recline on the sofa leisurely, looking proudly at the demons he had impaled to the wall with the clothing rod from the wardrobe. They’re squirming but otherwise unable to move. They look ferocious, so terribly angry, you’d dare to say rabid. It was odd, so you approached them carefully, stopping when they noticed you and start wriggling more intensely.

You examine them as close as you dare, no identifying marks, no kanji in the eyeballs, not much of anything in their eyeballs really, a cloudy white having overtaken whatever should have been there. Maybe for one of them you would have overlooked it, but both demons having the same eyes but looking completely different otherwise, you realised that they must have been on something. You cover your mouth as you think, this wasn’t the first time you’d heard of something like this, of demons being crazed and uncontrollable, which was what made the situation so strange. Why would two demons, both rabid find their way into your room specifically? You hadn’t heard any screaming or sounds of violence, so you know that no-one else could have been attacked.

A chill settles on your skin as you realise they must have a handler waiting outside somewhere. A handler that had somehow managed to get the door open and release them inside. Before you can even tell Gyutaro he’s piping up.

“Whoever set ‘em loose is probably gonna wait a while for whatever they’re on to wear off.” He states, his eyes flicking from your face to your navel every now and then as if waiting for something. For the first time you realise the chill isn’t just fear but that you are still in only your underwear.

“OH MY GOD!” You run back to the bed and hide behind it. If it wasn’t for the deep shame of being seen like that you would have admired that Gyutaro came to the same conclusion as you much faster. Fair enough he had fought them, seen them for a longer amount of time, but that was still an impressive feat to be fighting against two opponents and still be able to realise the gravity of the situation.

“We will not speak of this. You are going to forget you saw that.” You can barely keep the embarrassment out of your voice, Gyutaro cackles. The grin on his face is lopsided from what you can see, peering over the edge of the bed.

“I don’t like this power dynamic.” You huff but he just grunts and quirks his head, so his ear is pressed closer to the wall. His brow furrows, and his frown deepens, you don’t dare to ask anything, just trying to pull your clothes back on, quickly and quietly. Once your clothes are back on and adjusted as comfortably as you can, you notice the room is much quieter than it was before. There are no more growls or shifting and to your horror, both demons are limp on the pole, frothing at the mouth. A hand clamps on your mouth, frightening you at first.

“Get under the bed.” Gyutaro whispers. Eyes not leaving the front door. You nod, replacing his hand with your own and shuffling under adjusting the sheet behind you so it covers you better. Gyutaro has taken a spot near the door, hidden just out of view when a flashlight peeks through a slight crack in the curtains. You stay completely still, watching the light move in the limited space it can. Too soon the light goes away, and the doorknob starts to turn. Before they can come in fully, Gyutaro wrenches the door open and drags the person in. He slams the door closed again and leans on the persons back, knee wedged into the small of their back. Once secure, he takes a huge bite out of the man’s neck, sharp teeth ripping and tearing the tendons and flesh like butter.

You close your eyes and face away from him, covering your ears to try to block out the mans muffled, horrified screams. You’re racked with a sense of guilt and horror at the fact you’ve seen two people die at the same demon’s hands. You know that they have tried to harm you, you understand it was them or you, but it doesn’t stop the vomit inducing feeling that flows over you in waves, threatening your stomach contents. You take a moment to contemplate what you should do. Surely, your plan of going back to your apartment is a bad idea. But what else do you have? You aren’t rolling in enough cash to just get a new place, especially on such short notice. You resolve yourself to just get on with it, and look to the clock, noting it’s the early hours. But how are you going to explain this to the clerk?

Gyutaro is wiping off bits of the man when he pulls the bar out of the two demons who crumple to the floor but seem to be coming round.

“I’m going out the back. They’re injured so they’re gonna maul ‘im, go freak out about it to the guy at the desk or somethin’.” He says it with such a nonchalant air, contrasting the sharp grin gracing his face and the savage act he had just gone through with. Were you impressed by his brain or terrified by his power most? That’s something else to untangle later, you figure and nod.

After he walks to the bathroom, you work yourself up a bit and then sprint out of your room when the demons start to get up. You slam the door behind you and start screaming running down the iron steps. The receptionist practically flies out of his little room, and you babble some story about barely keeping them off you and how someone had heard a struggle and came to help. He holds up his hands which tremble in a way you should probably be shaking and heads back inside to call the police. You take this chance to dash away, meeting up with Gyutaro further down the road. Once you’ve caught your breath you drag him a few more miles forward, towards a bus stop you had seen the day before. He drags his feet as the sun is coming up and the bus stop is already lit up by the early morning rays. You realise then just how much you must do to make him presentable in public. Demons aren’t allowed out and about without a collar, and he’ll need sun cream to avoid getting blisters from the sun, you’ll need to feed him (things that aren’t humans preferably) and get him registered or you’ll be in trouble before you can even begin to get back to normalcy.

For now, though, you settle with keeping him in the tree line in the shade and ripping your shirt for a makeshift collar. You probably look like a hobo at this point. You still had mud and debris covering you and your clothes, and now a ripped shirt.

“Gyutaro, I need you to put this on.”

“No way.” He states, eyeing you suspiciously from his crouched position in the nearest bush to you.

“I can’t walk around with you if you don’t have at least something resembling a collar on. We’ll just get arrested for public endangerment.” He rolls his eyes but holds his hand out, reluctantly taking the ‘collar’. He looks at it for a while, seeming deep in thought. You can see he has a lot of hesitation about putting it on and you can’t blame him, you remember those awful marks on his wrists and neck. The last time he had anything on there, it clearly hurt a colossal amount. After the longest minute he slips the tied bit of fabric over his head and lets it settle on his shoulders.

You must look quite the pair, you, covered in all sorts of forest debris and him in ill-fitting clothes, a ratty ‘collar’ and both of you looking like you’ve been dragged through several bushes backwards while on fire. But here you both are, waiting for a god forsaken bus because you were abandoned out here, hours from home. You clench your fists to relieve some of the pent-up tension from your situation and take a shuddering breath out. Gyutaro doesn’t even look at you, too busy watching the horizon for any sign of movement. You watch him from the corner of your eye, even crouched he seems huge, taller than basically every human you’ve ever met and definitely one of the taller demons. How did a demon so huge go undetected for so long? The leaves of the bushes and shrubs sort of blend in with the green colour in his hair, but you can’t keep looking at him for long as he points out the approaching bus.

You hold a hand out to signal for it to stop. The bus driver gives you an odd look and is startled when Gyutaro appears from the tree line, before he can panic you reassure him, he’s yours and make a small joke about having the day from hell. He gives you a wary look and you pay him what he needs, he tells you Gyutaro must sit on the level above to keep him away from the humans. You frown but nod, but as Gyutaro passes to climb the stairs you hurry to follow him. The bus driver loudly tuts but leaves you to it starting the bus when you’re halfway up the stairs. You only stay on the stairs because Gyutaro grabs your arm and pulls you up the rest of the way, pushing you into a window seat and sitting next to you. It’s awkward because he’s so large, his legs have to be in the aisle because the seats are too close together and your shoulder is pushing into the tinted window a little bit.

“Why don’t you sit in another seat? Surely it would be more comfortable for us both?”

“Any demons that have to get off will be going past you, do you really want to risk it?” He says sending a sharp look to the 5 other demons up there, they seem to shrink a bit and avoid his gaze. You see his point and while it would be OK, they seem too afraid to try anything you don’t have it in you to fight him you just focus on trying to stay awake so you can get off where you need to.

By the time you arrive at your apartment you’ve had to switch buses twice and it took twice as long as it did for you to get out there. You are exhausted, run ragged and have a new demon companion which has your neighbours slamming their windows closed as you pass. You’re pretty sure you hear a few shrieks too. After all this is a neighbourhood where they don’t usually keep demons.

Throwing open the door your alert senses notice right away that someone has been in your house, though it seems to have just been police from the leftover tape and boarded up window. Gyutaro pushes past you and is clearly not pleased by all the scents gathered in your apartment but shuffles past to find and collapse onto your bed, taking the time now to heal himself from the half day of sitting in barely blocked sunlight or outright sunlight. You’re sure he’s probably exhausted too so you order some groceries in, a LOT of raw meat for your new companion and some simple pieces for yourself too weary to even think of cooking. Immediately after you are calling the non-emergency line to declare yourself as safe and not missing, funny to think that the one time they react quickly to a situation is a time they aren’t needed.

After the rest of your day being taken up by police nonsense you finally, finally, settle down with a warm drink on your sofa. For the first time since this whole nightmare started you feel a sense of peace that can only come from a sleep-deprived fool. But you don’t care, curling up under the blanket you keep on the sofa, you sip at your drink until you drift off. Your sleep is dreamless, and morning comes all too quickly. The clinking of glass jars and bottles startles you awake and for a second you forget about your house guest, whirling around to see him raiding the fridge and devouring all the meat he can find.

“Gyutaro? You don’t have to rush it’s not going anyway.” You quirk an eyebrow at his back, but he ignores you, searching for any meat he hasn’t shoved in his mouth. How are you going to do this? How could you make such a stupid deal?

Whatever, if you keep him fed, he’ll probably leave you alone. Once he realises there really isn’t any more, he turns around and just stares at you. Doesn’t close the fridge, doesn’t move, just stares. It’s unnerving you a bit, but you get the hint.

“I’ll order some more.” Seemingly satisfied he stalks off back into your bedroom, already acting like he owns the place, leaving your fridge door open like that. You close it and lean your forehead against it, closing your eyes just to sigh. You lightly slap your cheeks after a minute of this though, to perk yourself up and grab some new clothes. After changing in the bathroom, you snatch up your keys and stand in the doorway of your room.

“Gyutaro, I’m going out, I won’t be long just don’t wreck the place while I’m gone, OK?” Ignored again, it irks you, but you move on from it. “See you later.” On your list is all the things Gyutaro will need to be allowed in public. Oh, and of course lots of raw meat.

During your manic shopping where you are definitely spending too much money, you stop by the office of Demon Control Bureau (the DCB), to pick up some demon adoption forms. It’ll be good to start Gyutaro’s paper trial as soon as possible. You’d have preferred to fill out the form legally but since he was a wild demon for a while who knows where he came from, and you have no intention of alerting his previous owner to his whereabouts. The thought of scars being left on a rapidly healing, upper rank demon still sends shivers down your spine. While he may be rude and a bit of a jerk the few times he does speak, you still have the sense of responsibility hat comes from promising to take care of him. It also makes you think about how tender he was when he mistook you as his sister because of that damn wig, how gentle he was until he caught your scent in the wind. He has the potential to be more than just the guard dog you have taken in, given time and patience, maybe, just maybe he could be a friend. Your ally.

You are shaking from your thoughts when you realise you are already home, turning the key in the lock and open the door to Gyutaro lounging on the sofa, not a care in the world and in an odd way it makes you happy. You have someone to come home to. Seeing him look like he’s already made himself at home gives you a weird pride. You immediately offer him one of the steaks you bought, and to your surprise he doesn’t wrench it from you like you thought he would, he was calm (which makes your pride grow but he doesn’t need to know how pleased this makes you).

“I got you a couple of choices for collars, there’s green, red, patterned oh, and made sure they were all oversized.” He gives you a surprised look before disguising it as suspicious.

“Why?” He speaks slowly, that creak in his voice making him sound more suspicious than he actually looks.

“Well considering how long it took you to put on that rag yesterday I just figured you didn’t like the sensation of stuff against your neck.” His eyebrows go up, but he looks more impressed than anything else.

“Hmm. Maybe you do have a brain cell in there.” He shrugs.

“Moving on. There’s also a bunch of sun cream in their which you’re gonna have to start covering yourself with tomorrow, I’m taking you to where I work. You’ll be my ‘emotional support’ demon- don’t give me that look! You want to find your sister, don’t you?” He stops scowling at you immediately.

“You were really being serious?”

“Of course? What, you weren’t going to kill me if I wasn’t?”

“No, I was, I just thought it would be better to wait until after I’d had some free meals and a place to hide for a few days.”

“… Charming.”

“I’m just saying maybe you’re a bit less of a pathetic disgrace than I thought.” This also makes you weirdly happy, even though it was the worst excuse for praise you’d ever heard.

[pcktknife]

It's so funny to me that when I throw out tinkaton my trainers like 'go tinkaton my best friend, my ride or die, my one and only' but when I throw apple out who I've had since the start of the game they're just like 'go bitch do smth'

[pricegouge]

Saw these pictures on Twitter and immediately thought of John showing off for his bunny

Please, this is such a 'c'mere, girl' kind of pose. What a stud lmao

Fatted Rabbit drabble. This one takes place before Bunny knows

MDNI please

It's just so completely unfair.

You have it better than most, of course, being the favorite of some big, local, fluffy apex predator, getting to see and - to some extent - interact with him regularly. Anyone would die to have even just this.

So you try to keep that in mind, really you do. But some days, the bear makes it difficult.

"Look at that belly!"

It's hard not to, the way the bear's rolling around in the grass like a whore. He's got his limbs all akimbo, big foot knocking against your window insistently if you take your eyes off him for a moment too long.

You want to climb out and give him tummy rubs so bad it's kinda making your chest hurt. Instead you coo, "That's a nice belly."

It wiggles about as if preening under the attention, sits up enough to look at you properly when it pats its own belly.

"Yeah, you want tummy rubs?" It chuffs and you can't help but pout, "I wish I could help, big guy. Don't you have a lady friend somewhere around here who could give you a hand?"

The bear sneezes as if affronted by the very idea.

"Oh don't be so picky. Another bear would have those nice big claws. All the better for scritchin'."

This time when it huffs, it throws its head back to the dirt and covers its face with its paws, evidently exasperated.

"Now don't tell me you're having trouble finding a lady," you tease, "big guy like you should be fighting 'em off with a stick."

There are species of animals you know of that are well documented as attempted human seducers. A fair amount of bird species seem to be right infatuated peoplen, and dolphins are pretty notorious in their... passions. These are not animals you spend a lot - indeed any - time with, so you'd pretty well put the notion of ever experiencing something so silly right out of your head the second you'd learned of it. The look this bear gives you now, however, could not possibly be described as anything but seductive, and the laugh it draws from you is sudden and sharp - seems to offend the bear almost as much as suggesting it had any ladies outside of you had.

"Yeah," you giggle, "just give 'em that look, they'll be crawling over you."

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feel free to send in prompts for these two, I'll never get sick of writing them :)

[scholastic-dragon]

Hell Boy with a S/O who is allergic to cats but still loves them and he only finds out after they start sneezing. He looks at them and they are like: "Oh, yeah, I'm allergic to cats..." while stroking one of the MANY cats they are surrounded by 😃 They end up taking pills in order to be able to hang out with Red without dying because of their allergy, dw

This is funny

Hellboy x Gn!reader

Worth the Pain

Word Count: 730

Warnings: cat allergies 😔, spelling mistakes, established relationship, idiots in love, KITTENS, 1 swear word,

Summary: Hellboy discovers you’re allergic to cats

It was a late night, far later than either of you would’ve liked. It was a long rainy day and you were both glad to be freshly showered and tucked into bed. 

You called the cats onto the bed, smiling as they took spots all along your sides and on your lap. 

"Hewwo babies," You coo, rubbing ones belly and scratching another's chin.

"Alright, make room," Hellboy smiled seeing you all wrapped up in blankets and kittens. Carefully pulling back his side of the sheets he slipped under, smiling as some of the kittens nuzzled his chin and hands.

You lifted a small orange baby, kissing its cheek loudly, rubbing its belly and cooing at it. "Is this baby new?"

"Yeah, found the poor thing by an old dumpster," He reached his hand out, rubbing its chin: it purred loudly.

"He's a sweetheart," You smile, kissing his cheek again. You place him down on Red's chest, then lean away, sneezing loudly.

"Bless you,"

"Thanks-" You start, but get interrupted by another sneeze. Then another right after that.

"Did you catch a cold outside?" Red raised a brow, still petting the orange kitten.

"No, it's my allergies," You sniffle, wiping your nose with your sleeve, rubbing a tabby kittens belly.

"Oh yeah, I've been gettin' 'em too lately, especially with the seasons changing," He murmured, scooting down in bed, laying down fully with three kittens on his chest.

"No, not seasonal allergies, like my actual allergies," You pick up the tabby, pulling her to rest in your lap, despite the major death glare and airplane ears she was purring.

"What allergies?"

"Hmm?" You glance down at him, shrugging. "I'm allergic to cats,"

You'd never seen him move so fast, he was up in seconds, showing away all the cats and moving all the blankets.

“It’s not that big of a deal!” You laugh watching Hellboy rush around the room. 

“It is a big deal!” He comes up to your shared bed, moving the blankets you were under, making all the cats meow and move from their spots. “C’mon, up up,” 

“Don’t make them leave, Red,” You pout, watching all the kittens jump down from the bed. Before a little gray tabby could, you grabbed him under his arms, pulling him close to your chest. 

“Stop that!” 

You shook your head, pressing a kiss between the kittens ears. 

“You’re allergic!” Kneeling on the bed, he reaches over and gently plucks the kitten out of your arms, holding it to his chest.

"It's fine, Red," You protest, crossing your arms, watching him as he steps off the bed and places the kitten across the room on the couch.

"It's not fine, your arms are getting red!" He points to your now itchy arm, not that you would admit that to him.

"I have pills I can take so, I'm okay-"

"Where are they?" He's panting and seems genuinely frightened, not a lot but a reasonable amount.

"The pharmacy ran out last week so I have to get more, but they're going to call or email me when it's back in stock," He groans loudly, not mad at you but the pharmacy.

"Alright, alright," He wipes his hands on his sweatpants, moving all the cats to the far side of the room before changing the top blankets.

"There," He mumbled, tucking you into the new blankets, sitting beside you. "Now, no more snuggling with the cats until you have your medicine,"

"That's not fair!" You whine, reaching a hand out toward the now sleeping babies.

"It's totally fair, you're allergic and I don't want to see you in pain,"

You reach a hand out, touching his forearm, meeting his eyes. "I'm not in pain, it's annoying and a bit irritated but I'll be okay, really, Red, you don't have to worry about me,"

You cup the side of his face, he leans into your hand, pressing a kiss to your wrist, then palm.

"I'm always gonna worry 'bout you,"

"I know, but I'm not an idiot, I have medicine that allows me to play with the cats, I wouldn't go near them if I didn't, you have to trust me, okay?" You lean in, bumping your nose on his.

He scoffs, raising a brow. "I'd believe you if I didn't know you have a cat tucked into your side,"

Shit.

"Yeah, I noticed,"

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

What would be the 2p Alias's reaction if they heard knocked on they door in the middle of the night, and when they open the door, exept a baby on they doorstep?

Hmmm… For the 2ps it would probably occur after finishing their ‘job’. Maybe the night went smoothly, and they were able to wrap it up early. Or it ran way too long and they were ready to mentally shut down. Either way, they would be tired walking up the steps to enter their dark home.

 Some would have quickly ditched their clothing, ready to shower before passing out for a dreamless sleep. Others, bogged down by the weight of their world, would attempt to numb it with their chosen poison. All of them would be ready for their night to end.

That’s when the mysterious figure would knock, and a baby would cry.

France: Disturbing François when he’s relaxing is like approaching a large, aggressive dog. He stomps his way to the door and throws it open. The sight of the child is shocking but doesn’t quell his anger too much as he shouts into the darkness. Demanding that the so-called ‘parents’ come and collect their kid.

Unsurprisingly, no one answers, even after he runs around his property looking for any signs of disturbance. To which he finds too few to work off.

Grumbling, he makes his way back and harshly scoops up the kid. The action makes the babe scream more.

At first, he sits ‘em on his bed, letting them exhaust themselves, and calls the Child Services. Sadly, the early hours only get him a messaging machine to which he curses harshly at. He doesn’t want to commit to the emergency line due to the larger amount of paperwork it would require.

Reluctant, François would turn to the infant and calm them. He would be reminded of his days with Matt as he rasped lullabies and whispered stories long forgotten. Eventually, it would end with the child and François cuddled together as the sun rose and reached its height.

Finally awake and both feeling better, François would finally reach Child Services who would come and collect the child.

There would be no tearful goodbye or feelings of regret as he allowed the babe to be taken from his hands. All he would hope is that life’s hand would be fair and that he would never become a target for the frumpy Frenchman.

America: Allen’s night was pretty rough, so much so that when he discovers the infant, his mind is just pure static. The mental blizzard causes him to only look from his porch for the lad’s parents and when he doesn’t see them, just take the kid inside.

In his daze, he would create a makeshift crib out of a drawer and then go back to bed. It did help a lot that the kid fell asleep from the rock in his step.

The crying in the morning would wake him again. This time, his mind having had a chance to reset would spook him. In a panic would wonder where the kid came from and how they go there.

So, he does the only rational thing he can think of. Call Oliver.

He gets snippy with Oliver as he rocks/feds the lad, nearly agreeing to give it to him, before realizing how bad that would be.

Allen, going off the given advice, can take care of the child for a couple of days. He even feels accomplished when he gets to hear the baby laugh. Until nation work and baby care start to collide.

He’ll feel like a failure and his temper would cause him to snap at his men and push them to do better. This would go on for a couple more days until his right hand recommends giving the kid over to CPS. That this world is too much for a bachelor to mix with a family while single.

Allen feels guilty when he finally makes the call and fights back tears as they remove the child from him. This attachment keeps Allen hooked on keeping tabs on the kid. Often sending gifts for birthdays and holidays until the 18th year. From that point, Allen considers the kid an adult and steps back.

Hopefully, his involvement means the kid flies high in this world.

Canada: Matt would be pretty stunned at a baby swaddled on his porch. Especially since it would mean that this ‘parent’ got past Kuma and made it away without a scratch. At least he assumes so since Kuma looked to be sleeping by his bear house and there’s not a puddle of red.

He would be quick to take the child inside and warm them up. His hold of the babe would be awkward until a semi-normal hold would balance the kid on his chest as he rubbed their icy extremities.

For an hour, Matt would do this while singing French lullabies. Once he felt like the baby had returned to a normal temp and was asleep, he would tuck them into a makeshift crib. Then, reluctantly call England, just like Al does.

The chipper man would seem all too happy to help Matt with the child, already giving advice. Until Matt mentions giving him due to a lack of resources and the dangers of nation work. Then he switches to asking for the young lad.

Matt gives a swift no before hanging up. He’ll cater to the infant for the next hours before calling his 1p, telling him to get him in touch with child services.

Once contact is made, he’ll inform them of the child. He’ll request a pickup but demand that each foster and potential adopter is vetted thoroughly, more so than for anyone else.

 When the infant is gone, Matt will look for the ‘parent’ to punish them in some way shape, or form. Then, this ‘rough’ Canadian will occasionally check in on the child, just until he’s sure his life is at least average, maybe send a gift or two over the years.

Once he’s happy with the current state of the kid’s life, he’ll slowly drift out. Content that he saved at least one soul.

England: Oh boy. Oliver is typically a grumpy person when awoken from his slumber, but the infant on his doorstep made him do a 180.

A giddy giggle would leave the typically sadistic nation as he cradles the child. Fully intending to keep the infant as his own. After all, if he can’t have his mini-nations, then he’ll just use a human child as a substitute.

 He caters to this child’s needs to a tee. He never goes hungry, experiences cold, or wants for anything. It's perfect, if it wasn’t Oliver attempting to create a parental relationship where the child is overall too reliant on their parent. So, he always has one being attached to him, feeding his Savior complex.

For a few months, this goes on, and Oliver is all too willing to keep it up forever. Except he forgot about the meeting he was supposed to host for a 1p-2p bonding experience. So, when Arthur walks in and sees the babe, he is quick to spirit him away from the 2p.

Oliver rages, but due to the 1p magic trio working against him, the babe is lost to him. And, surprisingly, he mourns his loss.  

Maybe one day, he’ll finally fulfill his desire.

Russia: Why are you here? – Calls Services and pays to make sure kid is well taken care of

Viktor’s view of the disturbance was curiosity. Why would anyone leave a child at his home, better yet why would a stranger think he could do better for their child than they?

Similar to some of the nations, he would look around for any signs of the parents, but like the rest, none was found. He would take the child inside and place them in one of the empty rooms of the manor. Pillows surrounded her to prevent injuries from rolling off the bed, and he would watch them for a moment to ensure there would be no suffocation.

He would then step out for a moment to call his sisters. He expected that they would be able to give decent advice and be willing to help with the child. Instead, he got harsh lectures about how he was in no place to take on a child and that it would be best for everyone to give up the kid.

Their logic at first wouldn’t sway him, but when they arrived on his doorstep within 48 hours of saying he would raise the child, did finally sway him. Notably when they held the baby and threatened to report him for abduction and barracked themselves in a room.

Usually, he would continue to fight for his desires, but in this case, he gave in. Especially since the child looked much more comfortable in the arms of his sisters than his.

Viktor would call Child Services and once gone would set up a savings account for the kid. It would be anonymous and accessible once the baby had picked a career path.

China: Jin would tiredly pull at his eyes as he would take the baby into his arms. A curse on his lips as he turned to calm the child while calling his men.

His orders are simple to find the parents, and to conduct surveillance. Within 24 hours, they are found and a whole portfolio is given to Jin.  

If the parents are down on their luck, he’ll not only return the baby, but he’ll also give them a hand. Money, a home, a job, all of those, and more are on the table of things Jin may give. His quiet angelic works may be sprinkled in like small rainstorms during a long drought until he is sure that the family is stable.

On the other hand, if the parents are absolute trash, then there is no mercy. Jin will have his men worsen their lives to the point where death will seem like a gift that will never be given. No release ever, and he’ll make sure at the end they are begging at his feet.

Either way, Jin picks out the new family himself. He’ll watch them from a distance and happily act as a distant uncle until it's time to go to vacation island. Then he’ll make sure an ‘inheritance’ is set up.

[rendy-a]

if requests are still open, and if it's okay for me to ask for a follow-up; Can I ask how thankful the boys would be for the time-breaker S/O's UM during their daily lives ? slice of life, fluff, goofy "moments before disaster" saved by S/Os UM, all those good things :D I've been thinking about a few highlights, like... Slowing time around the table area during an unbirthday party because Ace ALMOST crashed into the table; S/O uses their unique magic to get up and hold him by the back of his jacket in time to yank him back onto his feet; S/O is now a mandatory attendant to all unbirthday parties as result... (On the bright side, Riddle looks a whole lot more relaxed now) Cheka tries to ambush S/O and Leona when he takes them home to meet the family. S/O turns around in slow motion during Cheka's leap; now S/O is gently holding the young boy by the back of his shirt, nonchalantly smug, "To be fair, i think was a good attempt?" (Leona knows he must not laugh but what the fuckLMFAO- ) Jamil's list of daily "Almost-s" is no longer a threat to his heart with S/O around, but the way his S/O delivers news to him by throwing letters Kaiba-style only to freeze them in place almost does it; but its the good news that make his heart jump this time (the news itself is up to you but i'm imagining smth along the lines of "Kalim's older siblings came back from buying milk and made some new friends who decided to be guards lmfao you can just work halftime now, congrats" written in a royal way) ...these boys better give their S/O a hug and some kisses for all that effort, honestly

(you don't have to choose from the ones i wrote or do any of 'em!! i'm just very happy to read your writing at all and I wanted to share whats in my mind in case it gave you any ideas too ^^ thank you for writing twst, and I'm so sorry for the long asks!! I like to hope it makes writing easier rather than harder for you x( <3333 )

Goodness, I thought this would be fast to right since I'd just finished the last one but it took me the same amount of time. Anyway, here is a part 2 for this story.

Making a Moment Last Afterwards

Life as a magical prefect has its perks.  How do things change between you and your sweetheart after your confession?

Riddle had always saw his future as that of a magical doctor, fixing people who were injured or broken.  Maybe that is why the way you use your ability to prevent injury so catches his attention.  One morning, you came to meet him at Heartslabyul so you could walk to class together.  You give him a warm smile as way of a greeting.  “Right on time dear,” he says with a smile.  Just then, a student lets his mind wander too much on the iconic eye-bending staircases and stumbles.  “Ack!” he yelps as he starts a tumble down the stair, hand just missing the railing.  Riddle reaches for his pen but you are faster.  Before he hits the ground, you have him frozen in place.  You hold him there, suspended in time, until Trey and Cater are able to grab him by his jacket.  Then you release your magic and the upperclassmen yank their junior back onto his feet, thus preventing a horrible accident. 

“Why do these stairs need to be designed so crazy!” the shaken student complains.  You feel like that was not a well-timed complaint and, glancing at your boyfriend’s face slowly turning into an angry scowl, you know you were correct.  “Because that is tradition!” you say with forced humor, patting your bristling boyfriend on the arm.  Riddle calms down and gives a sharp nod, as if to say ‘Exactly! So there!’  Then he turns to you and offers his arm with a satisfied smile.  His dearest always knows just what to do.

The next incident was during preparations for the upcoming Unbirthday Party.  A freshman was up on a ladder to paint the highest roses red when a certain grey fire gremlin runs wildly past, knocking the ladder and sending the student flying.  You fling out your magic, catching the first year in time to save him a bad fall but not fast enough to prevent a wrenched wrist.  Luckily, you know enough first aid to help him wrap it tight before sending him to the school infirmary.  Riddle looks at you, wrapping the student’s wrist, and gets a thought; you are just like a nurse.  “What’s that?” Deuce asks him.  Riddle blushes, did he say that out loud?

When the day of the Unbirthday party arrives, you sit happily on the right side of Riddle.  He smiles with such satisfaction to have you seated in a place of honor by his side.  “Urgh!”  You hear a student cry out as he trips, flinging a pot of hot tea toward a group of students.  Thankfully, you manage to catch the hot tea before it hits anyone.  You still rush over to the group to check them over (better safe than sorry!) while also scolding the stumbling student to be more careful on the uneven ground. 

You finish looking over the last student and give him a pat, “I think you are good.”  He smiles sheepishly at you and replies, “Thank you, Nurse Rosehearts.”  Your eyes widen and your mouth makes a little O shape.  That is nothing compared to the levels of embarrassment your boyfriend is experiencing.  “What did you say?” he asks menacingly.  “Ah, well you see…um Deuce told us you call the Prefect your nurse and we all thought it was fitting so…”  Riddle is now a shade of red you hadn’t realized it was possible for a human to turn, “Deuce.  If you have nothing better to do with your head than spread rumors, I take it you have no objections to me claiming it.  OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!”  You mouth ‘sorry’ to your collared friend as Riddle continues to scold him.

Later that night, Riddle muses as he brushes his teeth.  Nurse Rosehearts.  That has a nice sound to it.

Your life with Leona could be summarized in one word, restful.  How could it not be, the lazy second prince insisted you nap with him whenever he could get a moment of your time.  Some of the students from Savanahclaw think it’s cute, the proud Leona wanting to cuddle his sweet little herbivore like his own personal teddy.  Those who spent the most time around him knew better.  It was for your special skills. 

Leona’s guide to napping Part 1, prepare the environment.  The botanical garden was a favorite date spot for you and your boyfriend.  The temperature was temperate, the plants were colorful background and, during classes, it was nice and quiet.  Usually. 

Leona’s ears flicker irritably.  Drip. Drip. Drip.  A huffing sound escapes from your boyfriend’s lips as he pulls you closer, attempting to drown his awareness of the sound with your comforting presence.  Drip, drip, drip.  He grips you and rolls over to his other side, bringing you along for the ride.  “Woah, come on; warn a person before you do something like that!” you scold.  He opens a single eye to glare out from, a “Tck” sound slipping out irritably when he sucks is teeth in annoyance.  “Fine, fine.  Want me to get up and see if I can tighten the faucet?” 

When he rumbles deep in his chest and grips you even tighter, you know that is a no.  ‘Fine,’ you think, ‘time for a last resort measure.’  Moments later the sound stops.  Leona’s eyes open at the cessation of the sound, instincts pulling him to alertness at the change in atmosphere.  After a moment, his gaze falls on your amused expression, of course you’d stopped it with your magic.  “Five minutes tops.  You better fall asleep fast.”  He smiles, drawing your head into his chest.  “Won’t even take two, Herbivore.”

 Leona’s guide to napping Part 2, avoid pests at all costs.  You could hear the screeching from down the hall.  Children just operated at their own frequency.  The look on Leona’s face said he found the joyful chirrups more like you’d take nails on a chalkboard.  His face visibly annoyed as the young Checka clutched at his hand exclaiming, “Unka Leona, look! Unka Leona, see that!” at every little point of interest.  You feared, if he didn’t get a break soon, Leona would snap.

“Hey Checka, want to see a cool field where you can catch butterflies?”  you suggest.  The bright face of the child turns to you, “Yeah!”  Leona smiles at you gratefully and attempts to shake Checka’s hand off.  “No, you come too, Unka Leona!” Checka insists.  Leona’s smile falls into a stern frown quickly.  You quickly move to catch his eye and give him a conspiratorial wink.  Leona looks at you for a long moment and then sighs. “Lead the way, Herbivore.”

When you get to the fields near Ramshackle, there were indeed an assortment of moths and butterflies that flitted between the grasses and blooms.  “Come on Checka, I’m a pro at this!  Let’s go!” you shout and grab the little cub’s hand to urge him to join you.  And he does, allowing Leona to slip into the tall grass for a short reprieve from his noisy charge. 

Only the peace doesn’t last.  What seems like a brief moment later, Checka pounces upon his hapless uncle.  “Ooph!” Leona huffs, giving the boy a disapproving look.  “Checka, where did you go?” you call out helplessly.  “Unka Leona, are you sleepy?” the little cub asks Leona curiously.  Leona rolls his eyes and looks at you with a look that reads, ‘rescue me.’  You rack your brain for another distraction.

Finally, even you must admit you’ve reached your limit and give up.  “Hey kid, want to do something fun?  Come here and I’ll teach you to fly.”  The young lion bounds eagerly to his feet and runs to your side.  You grip him by each underarm and toss him into the air.  “Whooa!” you both yell.  When he lands, he shouts “Again!”  So you oblige him.  Only this time, when he lands in your arms, you freeze him in time.  “Herbivore, you are horrible.” Leona teases you.  “Shush, you.  Let’s get some rest in while we still can.” 

Leona holds out an arm, inviting you to join him where he lays.  You snuggle up and fall into an exhausted slumber.  It lasted fifteen minutes, until your magic wore off.  The best fifteen minutes of your day.

Jamil worked harder than anyone else you knew.  Although you hadn’t officially gotten together after that magical night, you still somehow seemed to always be at his side.  From that vantage, you’d been introduced to the grueling schedule that Jamil kept as both a student and servant to Kalim.  You were fortunate that Scarabia had so many spare rooms.  If not for the fact that you often slept over at the dorm, you might not see Jamil for days at a time. 

The sun was barely risen when a sharp knock came at the door of your guest room suite.  You mumbled to yourself before rolling over to look at the time.  It was so early… A few minutes later, another knock sounds on your door.  You know by this that Jamil has passed your room first to light the oven, getting it warm for breakfast, and again on his way to get Kalim out of bed.  You’d like to stay and sleep longer but, with Jamil working so hard already, how could you?

A short time later, you are joined in the kitchen by Jamil.  He gives you a warm smile in welcome and you both get to cooking.  When you had first started cooking with Jamil, he barely trusted you to boil water but now, well, it’s not much but you’ve graduated to chopping veggies.  When he has time, which is rare, he tries to help you improve your cooking skills.  Each time you manage to master a new skill to his satisfaction, you earn a pat on the back and a small, “Well done.”  The praise was more precious to you than jewels.

You finish off a carrot and slide the chopped offering down to Jamil, who adds it to a skillet of simmering spices and gravy.  “What would you like next?” you ask him.  “In a moment, Prefect.  This part is tricky, so I need to concentrate.” Jamil answers.  You don’t mind at all, enjoying the sight of Jamil skillfully flipping the contents of the skillet. 

“Eeek!” came a cry from the lounge.  You both recognized that voice, it was Kalim.  You make eye contact and both simultaneously look at the sizzling skillet.  “Go,” you say, “I’ve got this.”  Jamil is starting to freak out, “I haven’t approved you to make rice yet, let alone this!”  You roll your eyes at him and gesture, freezing the contents of the skillet mid-flip.  “Ahhh,” Jamil mumbles, the beginnings of embarrassment showing on his face.  You’d like to tease him more but there is still Kalim yelling in the lounge, so you suppose that can wait until this new disaster was dealt with. (It was a spider.)

Parties were so frequent an occasion in Scarabia that you’d rather become numb to them.  You were helping Jamil set up for the latest party for…you weren’t even sure anymore.  It may have been Riddle’s horse’s birthday or something.  Anyway, you were hanging banners from the many railings of the balconies in the Scarabia lounge to prepare for the event. 

Plus, you had a secret duty assigned by Jamil.  From the corner of your eye, you kept Kalim in your sight.  Since Jamil must be away at Basketball Club for the moment, he has entrusted you with keeping Kalim in order.  This mostly amounts to stopping Kalim before he lets his wild ideas run away with him.  Speaking of which, you notice Kalim is excitedly gesturing as he speaks to (honestly you don’t remember his name, you’ve been calling him Scarabia B in your head).  An over-excited Kalim; that’s not a good sign.

“And elephants too!” you were just in time to hear.  Oh no, this had gotten out of hand.  You walk faster towards the pair but Kalim excitedly jumps up and runs off towards his treasure room.  You quickly follow.  “Kalim! Kalim! Where are you going?” you shout.  “Ah, Prefect!” Kalim smiles at you widely, clutching a rolled-up carpet.  “I’m going to take the magic carpet out to herd up some elephants for the party. Aha ha ha!”  Before he can fly off, you grab onto the magic carpet with your magic, freezing it in place.  “Hold it!” you shout.  “We can’t bring elephants to the party or…it will scare the horses!”  Kalim looks at you, his mouth going into a wide O.  Then, just as fast, it shifts into a beaming grin.  “Of course, why didn’t I think of that!  I’m so glad we have you here to help with the party, Prefect!  Aha ha ha!”  Disaster averted.

Parties were fun but they were also exhausting, especially for Jamil.  You followed him around, helping as best you could.  Sweeping up, tearing down party decorations, putting leftover food away to repurpose for tomorrow’s lunch; anything to take a small portion of the burden off your hard-working beau.  Finally, you had had enough.

“Jamil, you need to stop and rest.  This can all wait until tomorrow,” you gently admonish him.  He sets down the empty platter he is carrying and sighs.  “Prefect, I wish your magic could freeze time for the whole world, so I’d finally be able to finish everything.”  You consider this and respond, “Maybe my unique magic can’t do that but that’s not the only magic I have.” Jamil chuckles softly and gives you a look that says, ‘go on.’  You smile at him mischievously, “I’m like the fabled genie of the lamp, ready to grant your every wish.  For your first wish, I’m sending you off to bed for some rest.”  Then you drop the humor, “Even you need a break sometimes Jamil.” 

With a final long-suffering sigh, Jamil relents and lets you walk with him toward his room and well-earned slumber.  “You know, Prefect,” Jamil quietly states, “I believe the genie granted three wishes.”  You pause under the gentle illumination of a lantern set in an alcove.  “Why so he did,” you reply pensively.  Then, stepping close to Jamil, you place a hand on his cheek before drawing him down into a kiss.  His lips are warm against yours in the rapidly cooling night.  When you part, you lay your other hand on his chest and lean into his comforting warmth.  “I guess now you’ll just have to head to your room and think about what you want as your third wish.”

With one last gentle look, Jamil turns and continues alone to his room and rest.  Truly though, he has no need to consider a third wish.  What more could he desire when he already has you?