#its probably the scruff lol

[pinayelf]

I'm only rly versed in 92 miguel but I won't lie his 2014 design is...🫦

[arinmoss]

also re: the last ask i got, i was honestly about to make a post before i got that message asking if the Harvey girlies will get mad at me if i drew him without his ugly ass mustache lmaoo

[august-anon]

A Friendly Spar

For Tickletober Day 18: Tickle Fight

Late again!!! Because I also did not have a chance to edit it until last night!! Apologies, and curse real life obligations!

BUT I am caught up now and hopefully can get the rest of the fics i have for the month edited and posted on time lol

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Fandom: BNHA

Ship(s): EraserMic

Characters (lee/ler): Switch!Hizashi/Switch!Shouta

Word Count: 967 words

Summary: After so long, sparring has become a sort of love language.

[ao3 link]

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After fifteen years of friendship, and over a decade of romance, any relationship would develop its fair share of little quirks. One of their special little quirks was their love languages.

Oh, sure, they had the typical ones. Hizashi thrived on physical touch and words of affirmation (not Shouta’s strong suit at all, but he tried, and Hizashi loved him for that), and Shouta’s was undeniably acts of service. But the one love language they had perfectly in common?

Sparring.

It probably had something to do with growing up in the hero sphere, and training until they dropped during their formative high school years. Shouta especially had a tendency to work himself to exhaustion, always needing to be the best of the best. Somewhere along the way, between the two of them and Oboro (not to mention Nemuri and Tensei, at times), sparring became more enjoyable, and even fun at times.

It was something they carried with them well into adulthood, and working at UA certainly came with its perks to support that – like constant free access to any of the near-dozen gyms on campus, granted that there were no students using it at the time.

And sparring didn’t have to be serious, Hizashi thought as he dodged another swipe from Shouta’s devious fingers. In fact, their spars rarely managed to be serious anymore – they both got enough of that, between training the next generation of heroes and their own regular hero work. This particular spar had devolved almost immediately, both of them needing to let off a little steam after a long week of teaching and cases that went nowhere.

“You can’t run forever,” Shouta grunted, rebalancing himself on his toes after his failed strike.

“And you can’t chase me forever,” Hizashi said, spinning away. 

He’d demanded Shouta remove his capture scarf for the spar – it gave him an unfair advantage that Hizashi was not willing to concede to that evening. He wasn’t that desperate for a laugh, at least not yet. No, right now he wanted even odds and a fair chance to win. He was dying to see that healthy, laughter-induced flush on Shouta’s cheeks as well, and nothing was going to keep him from his prize.

“I’ve chased more difficult opponents for longer. I think my stamina is up to par. Is yours?”

Hizashi gave him a salacious grin. “I didn’t hear you complaining last night, mister.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“You love it.”

“I love you – have you considered the idea that there may be a difference?”

“Mmm, nope!”

Hizashi dodged another strike, this time redirecting it in order to bring himself closer to Shouta. He slipped one hand up Shouta’s loose muscle shirt, searching out any tickle spots he could find on the sweat-slicked skin. He used the other to pull Shouta close and hold him there, well aware he was leaving himself open for attack. It was no fun if Shouta didn’t fight back, after all.

“Dammit, Zashi!”

“What, does that tickle? Just a little? You can go ahead and laugh, I won’t tell anyone. Your scary reputation can stay intact.”

“Fuck you!”

“Been there, done that. Weren’t you listening?”

Though his squirming and escape attempts didn’t stop, Shouta buried his face into Hizashi’s neck, leaning his weight against Hizashi and huffing strangled breaths against his skin. Hizashi shivered, then squeaked. He grabbed Shouta’s hip to ground himself, only to finally make Shouta crack and huff a laugh into his neck.

“What, does that tickle?” Shouta chuckled against his throat, scruff and hot breath wreaking havoc on his nerves. “Just a little?”

“Wait, Shouta, please!” Hizashi’s giggles were high pitched and frantic, almost too thick to speak through.

Shouta’s own laughter, on the other hand, was deep and rich and only made his voice even more unfairly attractive. “You’re the one who grabbed me.”

That was true. Hizashi planted both hands against Shouta’s middle, preparing to shove him away, only for Shouta to grab his wrists in a vice grip. Before Hizashi could blink, he was spun around so his back was pressed to Shouta’s chest, arms crossed over his own chest as Shouta continued to grip his wrists and hold him close. Shouta’s face quickly found its way back to Hizashi’s neck, nuzzling and nibbling and huffing horribly ticklish breaths all over. Hizashi squealed, barely holding back his Quirk. They did not need the windows repairs taken out of their paychecks. Again.

“Perhaps,” Shouta whispered right up against the shell of his ear, “it would do you well to remember who your opponent is, and how frequently he kicks your ass.”

Hizashi shrieked and giggled and tried to kick back at Shouta’s shins. “Just you wait until I get your neck!”

“Oh no. I’m so scared.”

Gritting his teeth against his smile, Hizashi threw his weight backwards, catching Shouta off guard in a rare moment, and landed them both on the floor. This was serious now, and Hizashi didn’t intend to lose. He went for the kill immediately, straddling Shouta and shooting one hand back toward his thigh and the other toward his ear. On the other side of Shouta’s neck, Hizashi buried his face and did his best to nuzzle his mustache into the skin.

Shouta howled, trying to buck Hizashi off to no avail. Instead, he brought his hands up to vibrate into Hizashi’s ribs. Hizashi faltered for only a moment, fighting the urge to curl up into a ball and roll off Shouta for his own protection. Instead he steeled himself and forced himself to hold still, cackling into Shouta’s neck.

“Give up!” Shouta choked out through his laughter.

“You first!” Hizashi wheezed.

It was a good thing they had this gym booked for the next hour, because Hizashi doubted either of them would concede any time soon.

[jcollinswrites]

How would the ROs react if MC came home soaking wet from the rain with a kitten in their arms and said "it's ours now"

Narmer would first make sure that the mc is okay. He would wrap you in a blanket, then he would hold the kitten by the scruff and take it straight to the vet, just to be sure. Then have the mc go to the doc as well to make sure you didn't catch anything nasty from a street cat lol.

As soon as you approach Qenna with the cat, the cat would go feral, scratch you bloody, and escape. Then Qenna would give you an awkward smile and say, "Uuuhh... sorry... I'm not very good with animals."

Zaia would first stay away from the cat on purpose, because animals aren't always fond of spirits. Maybe they would turn into a cat themselves to gain its trust. Then you would have two cats to deal with. You could snuggle with them under a blanket until you dry.

Tabiry would instantly fall in love with the cat and make sure that both of you dry up properly. Then she would be that kinda person who would stare at the cat every time it does something cute and would go "AWWW look at it! It just yawned! 🥰🥰🥰".

Ahmose would be a bit... undecided at first. They would probably say "Uh... did you find it in the street? Isn't that... kinda dirty? What if it belongs to someone else?" They would make sure that the cat gets cleaned up, and then they would ask around to see if anyone else is missing that cat. If nobody else owns it, then they will gladly raise it with you.

Thanks for the message! :D

[gffa]

Im having tons of fun crawling all over your dick grayson tag and checking out the comics you've commented on. Batman year one:scarecrow has to be my favorite bbydick and bruce dynamic lol, but also if my dad nerve pinched ME to keep me out of the fight idve gone ballistic immediately upon waking. Betcha dick made *very sure* bruce could never keep him out of a fight that way again (though i didn't quite understand what dick meant when he said he feared batman in a godfearing way? Like its a raw as hell line but i dont quite get what he meant)

Excellentttttt, there's a lot of really fun Dick Grayson comics out there, and that one is just an absolute joy. (I would also recommend One Bad Day: Mr. Freeze, because I think it captures the same feral gremlin angel baby energy of Year One: Batman/Scarecrow! But also Robin & Batman. And Batman: Dark Victory.) The art combined with the dynamic is just so top-tier:

Dick just REFUSING to be serious about Bruce's cranky moods!

Dick casually flinging himself upside down on the couch while talking to Bruce! Refusing to let Bruce snipe at him, he's serious about this, too, you know! What's making you such a pill tonight?

Dick scooting under Bruce's arm to get a better look at some evidence in their case, like he's so little! And he just WRIGGLES RIGHT IN THERE, absolutely no thought for personal space! Or leans his head right on Batman's arm to get a closer look! And that's something that will continue even when he's big as an adult, he has never met personal space of a loved one that he would not casually violate!

Hopping up on the table to curl up with his arms around his knees, like he's not a tiny baby child, and going, "Bruce, seriously, something's wrong, talk to me." as if he's the adult in this situation while sitting there like a TINY BABY CHILD.

Leaving money for a guy they just beat up!

Bruce PICKING HIM UP BY THE SCRUFF OF THE NECK like he weighs nothing, like he's just a pet cat to haul out of harm's way!

Dick trying to flirt with the receptionist and Bruce LOOMING with a cracking knuckles gesture, like if you even THINK about taking this tiny baby child seriously about how he's offering a date, it will not end well.

THEN MOVING DICK OUT OF THE WAY BY PUTTING ONE HAND ON HIS FACE AND SHOVING, I love Bruce, he's awful and the best.

Dick noticing details and asking really good questions, like that kid may not be as trained as Bruce is yet, but it definitely shows he had a natural affinity for detective work, that he's probably genuinely one of the best detectives out there after Bruce himself!

But also the "god-fearing way" and the nerve pinch lend it some nice crunch, because those moments (for all that this is a genre where these things should NOT be taking totally seriously, this is comics) are really kind of fucked up. I think, while Dick doesn't fear Bruce as a person, he can see the person Bruce is underneath the persona, there's part of him that understands Bruce is not always in control of himself and he does things he later regrets because of it. The whole mini is undercurrented with Bruce being in a bad mood, being surly and snapping, beating up people with more force than needed, slamming tables in his frustration, not talking things out. Dick sees how that plays out, it's why he keeps needling Bruce to talk to him--and Dick's not going to let any of that hold him back, he clearly feels safe enough to tease Bruce, to wriggle in under his arm, to lean on him, to snap back at him. But he also knows that Bruce can do things that are terrifying. He fears that Bruce is going to shut him out. He fears for the people in Batman's way. He knows Bruce will regret those things, but when Batman swoops down on someone he sees as being in his way, that's terrifying, like a wrathful, vengeful god. He's not really bothered by the nerve pinch, he gets why Bruce did it, and it hardly slowed him down that much. He understands that it was Bruce's way of protecting him, because he didn't want Dick to get hurt, but also I think Dick probably sees it as a challenge--to avoid it or overcome it again in the future, it's good training! Like, what a beautiful, wonderful, sweet, fucked up dynamic those two have! What a hilarious feral gremlin child he is, what an incredible "the child has to be just as mature as the adult, sometimes more mature" deliciously awful dynamic that is! Anyway, if any of you others enjoy Batman comics, please read Year One: Batman/Scarecrow, it is so funny and delightful and fucked up in a way I'm not sure it meant to be but sure is tasty as hell!

[merchantarthurn]

nicholas, quit your job. join my christian ska band

this was conceived as a joke with friends about how midvalley in modern AU would be into ska and then ‘the gung-ho guns as a ska band though. wolfwood has a keytar called the punisher’ ‘and it’s still shaped like the punisher - it’s 4 keyboards’.

obviously there’s others to add - like midvalley’s baeblade gauntlet. and maybe another (metal? rock?) band that’s vash (lead guitar, vocals) and livio (drums) and?? knives (bass) so that wolfwood has somewhere to go when he snaps out of his haze and leaves lmao (maybe he supplants knives as a bass player + backup vocals just to amuse me personally)

(i’ll admit to not knowing anything about ska so i just defaulted to making all the men look “uncool in a way that’s kinda swag in its own right” and elendira that kind of “probably smells of ‘’’incense’’’” vibe. i also could not suss out the instrument refs so i accidentally gave the trumpet too many valves and gave up on the sax lol) 

ID below the cut

There are four images - I’ve given each image it’s own ID.

[ID: Wolfwood drawn mostly in black and white - in his usual suit and unbuttoned dress shirt, with mullet-length hair, sunglasses, and a thicker patch of scruff on his chin. He holds a cross-shaped keytar with each branch having it’s own set of keys, with the words ‘Punisher’ and ‘Gung-Ho’ written at the ends. The centre has a skull-like decal shaped like the trigger of the actual Punisher. It’s held by a strap with black-and-white checkers. There are blue accents on the keytar and his shoes. END ID]

[ID: Elendira (Trigun Maximum) drawn mostly in black and white. She wears a black pillbox hat, a choker with a fake nail sticking “through” it and a studded belt. She also wears a black-and-white cropped wrap top with a baggy, hatched jacket overtop with the sleeves rolled. She’s playing a red bass guitar with a nail head at the top and a spike at the bottom. END ID]

[ID: Leonof The Puppetmaster drawn mostly in black and white. He wears a baggy black suit over a yellow shirt with a large collar and a bolo tie, a bowler hat with a wide brim and checkered band, and his usual round glasses. He holds a trumpet, also coloured in yellow. END ID]

[ID: Midvalley the Hornfreak wearing a white suit jacket, pink dress shirt, and baggy pink trousers. The drawing cuts off at the knees. He is passionately playing a saxophone, which is attached to his neck by a cord, so is leaning his torso back. END ID.]

[ilovejoll]

OOKK WHAT ABOUT NUZI IM LISTENING

Also headcanon: only uzi is allowed to wear N's hat and is not even like a concious, whenever N doesnt have his hat he knows uzi has it like whenever he sleeps and stuff

OMG THAT HAT HC IS SO CUTE…AND SO TRUEEE I am probably gonna draw that….

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These are all headcanons but omg i cannot stop thinking about them…!!!!! Uzi likes to be carried by N ONLY because she likes to feel tall, and he gladly picks her up cuz haha, small girlfriend… She only lets him touch her little solver tail thingie too… that thing likes to bite N a lot, and Uzi doesn’t really have much control over it. N and Uzi have a secret hand shake :o) they hold each others hands when scared or overwhelmed as a way to calm each other down,, they both have fursona’s and they draw them together…!! Despite their height difference, i feel like Uzi likes being the big spoon. N loves hugs, so sometimes he will surprise hug Uzi when she least expects it. OCCASIONALLY when Uzi feels stressed or sad she’ll hug N, but wont tell him why usually lol. Only N can take off Uzi’s hat… she usually only takes it off around him, vis versa. Sometimes N picks Uzi up by the scruff like a cat.. because its funny. Uzi will tell N a joke ONCE and he’ll repeat it like it’s the best joke in the whole wide world. And lastly, N would choose Uzi over the universe.

THAT WAS ALOT!!! SORRY,,,, had to get that off my chest wooooweeeee

[myymi]

The nuzzling thing just gave me an idea imagine Tails being like nuzzled for the first time and not expecting it? Like him and sonic are chilling on the couch and suddenly sonic starts nuzzling his neck and tails just switches off, like scruff instinct kinda where he just goes limp and leans completely into it and is just blissed out. Like sonics never seen him this relaxed before of course after it you just know everyone has the urge to do it because that kid never relaxes so finding a way that just makes him is like a dream lol

it's the baby being loved instinct

ahh that's so sad tho cause while he's used to being loved by people he's not used to it being in his love language because the people he could've safely nuzzled were awful and mean and bullied him :[[

he probably didn't expect to get nuzzled by anyone because it's a fox thing and they're not foxes

but then something nuzzles him and the only person with him is sonic but it couldn't be sonic. he's a hedgehog and he doesn't like touching people

but it is sonic and it's so?? confusing?? why would sonic, a touch evasive hedgehog, nuzzle him???

bam,its because he loves you. get nuzzled, idiot

[zalmoxis-the-great]

Meowcrontyr story

This is completely inspired by your cat lore @redsasexualdisaster

I had to make a Mhelob story ! I hope I didn't misunderstood the sacred incense thingy~!

Necrons are cats in this AU. Lol it is 4 am

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Mhelob was only twenty-eight days old kitten, and already treading the interesting expanse of the world around him.

He and his siblings spent most of their time around Orikan, their parent, who currently was luxuriously spread on the little bed in the corner of the garage. Their father, Trazyn, would visit them from time to time, bringing treats and shiny toys for them to play with.

But Mhelob was very special. He was the tiniest kitten.

Orikan told him so. He was the smallest kitten he ever made.

Usually, he would be proud of that, but right now, as his brothers and sisters were pushing, squishing, and kicking him out of his parent’s reach, he wasn't feeling too proud.

He meowed angrily.

There was no more space around their parents’ belly, and his stomach was rumbling.

He went to present his protests to a higher authority, by shoving his fluffy whiskers all in Orikan’s face.

The older necron cat listened to the concerned meowing of Trazyn’s spawn, and decided that it was a great opportunity for the kitten to learn how to solve his own problems. So he communicated that to him.

To the skitarii watering the plants outside, this all looked like a kitten went to Orikan’s face, and meowed, once, to which the bigger cat licked its face, once, and promptly went back to sleep.

Poor Mhelob was left to solve this problem all alone.

He decided that the best strategy was to summon more allies. With this in his tiny kitten brain, he went outside the garage they were sheltered by, and trotted straight to the back door that the grander skitarii forgot to close.

The house was supposed to be a space only for the necrons of the Nihilakh dynasty and humans. Orikan often warned Mhelob and his siblings against going inside.

But this necron was one determined kitten, so holding his tiny tail high, he marched inside.

At first, the strange space was spooky, but the weird smoke that seemed to come from little sticks burning at one end seemed to relax him.

He decided that walking inside the house was fun. He quickly learned that when he placed one front and back paw down simultaneously, it would make him bounce slightly.

This made every step a little jump, which brought him faster and closer to his goal.

Navigating with his nose was harder than usual, because of the thick smog in the house. It made his eyes water a bit. But he still could smell the faint trace of his father.

Soon he found himself in front of an open door.

Peaking inside revealed a long-haired cat

It was his sire, Trazyn the Infinite, and the current prize-winning cat of Belisarius Cawl.

The fluffy necron was busy jumping from shelf to shelf, from time to time, rubbing his nose, probably from the thick smoke in the house.

Speaking of.

Now Mhelob realized that his nose was itching too.

He let out a tiny kitten sneeze, alerting the bigger necron of his presence.

‘Who’s there?’, he turned, squinting at the kitten.

‘Mhelob?’ The necron jumped on the ground level. ‘What are you doing here?’

The tiny necron rushed to their parent’s belly. The sudden motion caused the big cat to place a paw on the kitten’s tiny head.

The kitten meow indignantly at the injustice.

‘I am not the right parent for this, child. ’Trazyn sighed. ‘Let’s get you to where you belong.’

After saying that, the necron grabbed Mhelob by the scruff of his neck and started walking with him toward the garage.

The kitten was calm while being carried outside the house, sneezing a couple of times on their way.

When they reached the outside, they noticed that the skitarii stopped pretending to water the plants, abandoning the still-open water hose next to the fuse box, to stare at the necrons on the cat-bed.

Trazyn dropped Mhelob and got close to a seemingly snoozing Orikan.

Mhelob trotted closer and noticed the lack of space.

He meowed loudly, prompting the skitarii to switch its focus on them.

Trazyn nodded, acknowledging his kitten’s complaint, and got closer to Orikan.

The single-eyed necron was still sitting comfortably, ignoring the both of them. The long-haired cat licked him once on his face, which was ignored.

Trazyn looked at Mhelob, winked at him, then shoved his whole face on the smooth skin of Orikan’s middle, blowing a raspberry.

The loud noise scared the one-eyed cat.

Orikan let out a yowl and jumped in the air, scaring the other kittens next to him.

When he fell back down on the bed, he raised his tail, letting out a threatening growl directed at Trazyn, only to be cut by Mhelob, who zoomed in on him, glad to see his siblings out of the way. The sudden interruption tempered Orikan’s anger.

‘So you were behind all this!’ He meowed angrily, his tail swooshing violently.

‘He complained that you were doing a bad job.’ Trazyn licked his paw, pretending not to hear the angry hiss coming from his mate.

The long-haired cat turned around, looking straight at Orikan, and blinked slowly at him.

The hissing stopped, and after a moment, Orikan blinked back at him.

Trazyn decided that now was a good time to take a catnap, after he moved the rest of the kittens in the bed before he curled in it too. After a moment Orikan lay down.  Both of them ignored the skitarii watching them, as well as the thick smoke coming from the now-wet fuse box.

[muffinsin]

Hey muffin. Its Weird. I'm good. Love the laser pointer ask lol. Especially Cass tackling Bela lol. Oh god. Imagine if they did it in front of the other lords lol. Alcina would never live it down.

You know though, Karl would not make this any better. Probably snatch the laser pointer and aim it at Alcina while this woman is trying to wrestle the 3 fly women trying to catch the dot on her hat XD

She’ll be coming after Heisenberg for sure! Yelling and holding her precious fly babies by their scruff/the back of their dresses while they’re just like 0.0 cuz they didn’t get what was going on, too eager to hunt this little devil of a dot down for their mother XDD

[wind-up-thancred]

Hey I saw ur Thancred face mod and wanted to say…thank you so much!!!! And I miss his old face 🥺 do you think it’s possible to ever get it back? I’m tempted to learn modding just to fix up my boy bc they really massacred him 💀

hi anon! im glad you like the mod. yeah i dont blame you for missing the old face lol, i took one look at it in textools when the patch dropped and went "wtf did they do to my boy... 😢" i think it depends on what you mean by "getting his old face back":

-if you want to start with the 7.0 base face, you could probably open it up in blender next to his old face and use the sculpt tool to physically sculpt his mesh to be closer to what it used to be, but i think past the lips there isn't too much else on the actual geometry to change— maybe his nose and jawline? but to me it feels like a lot of the change also happened to his normal maps, which are the textures that add extra shading detail and volume to the face. the old textures cant be ported over because the new mesh isn't laid out for them, buuuut im aware of a tool being developed currently in the ffxiv loose texture compiler for automatically transforming the old textures to match the new mesh layout. will that work for thancred's unique face? i'm not sure, but it could be worth a try— im fairly certain his unique sculpt is an edited version of one of the male midlander faces, so once that specific face is supported in the tool, it might work. if not, you can always manually adjust the new normal map while referencing the other one. -if you want to start with the OLD 6.58 base face, i believe there is a blender script going around (i saw it in the textools discord last iirc?) for converting old face sculpts to new ones. this is necessary because the new faces have QUITE a few new bones in them that need to be rigged, or else the face will not animate. from there, you MIGHT have to convert some of the old textures as well, but i'm not 100% sure, i think it depends on how well they work at baseline for 7.0. i know there's still a legacy skin shader in the game for older faces since not all of them have been updated yet, so you might be able to switch it to that so that the old textures still work. if that sounds like A Lot, uh... i dont blame you 😅ive been learning xiv modding for about two years ish now so ive got a lil bit of know-how under my belt, but if you want somewhere good to start, i would recommend joining the textools discord, there are multiple channels there for people to ask questions about how modding works, how to mod specific things, lots of tutorials, etc, and im sure therell be something in there to help you along. buuuuut in the meantime, i HAVE seen two other existing mods so far on XMA that do both of the things i mentioned before: https://www.xivmodarchive.com/modid/109670 this one seems to be a very good version of the first fix, where they went in and sculpted his new 7.0 face to be closer to the old one to a higher extent than i did, with his lips, jaw, and nose tweaked. it doesnt have heterochromia or scruff like mine does but i think you should theoretically be able to do that easily— feel free to send another ask if you want me to explain how i did it on my mod. https://www.xivmodarchive.com/modid/109665 this one, meanwhile, is the second fix— they ported the old face model over the new one. it has stubble and no heterochromia but again, if you want to change either of those, id be happy to explain how i did it. i have not tested either of these myself so i have no clue how well these work in-game but im sure they work fine!! i hope either of those help you out and if not i wish you good luck on your modding journey.... esp learning blender ^^" its a pain in the ass at first but trust me it feels really really good once youve figured stuff out!

[eddiessidegirl]

Would you be willing to do a blurb with Eddie and plus size fem reader? I’m new to requesting things so idk how specific to get, but I just love when I can read fics with plus size readers and envision myself in them easier lol!

Of course 🥰 sorry it took a bit, works been insane. Here you go, I hope you enjoy it 💕

You were always an early riser, but especially on Sunday's, blame it on your mother dragging you to church your entire childhood or the fact that weekend cartoons just always made you feel a million times better even at 20.

This particular morning you'd woken up from spending the night at your boyfriend Eddies’ trailer. He liked to sleep late especially after a night of working on the new campaign so you decided to surprise him with a breakfast fit for a Dungeon Master. Moving around the kitchen, clad only in your soft pink panties and one of your bed shirts. You’d love to wear one of Eddies shirts but he hadn't expanded his clothing sizes just yet, even though he always begged you to wear one of his. He loved the way his shirts hugged your stomach, every curve, dip and how it showcased your chest for his eyes to linger on. But you weren’t there just yet. One day.

Wayne was probably just leaving shift from the power plant and then would be taking his time coming in getting a meal from the newly reopened Bennys’ Diner. This meant you had ample time to spend the morning in the quiet.

Humming to yourself softly, you didn't hear the bedroom door open nor did you notice the frizzy bedhead that belonged to your boyfriend round the corner. It wasn't until you felt his large hands slide along your waist and his arms wrapped around you did you turn and look. “G’morning princess…” morning beard scruff tickled your neck as kisses were placed along your throat.

“Mornin’ Eds, making you some breakfast.” Your fingers motioned to the food frying up, giggles leaving your lips as his mouth grazed the spot right at the base of your neck where you were ticklish, your head turned to nuzzle his mass of curls and waves.

“Can we eat later? I want some couch cuddles” his chocolate brown eyes were pleading, distracting you to the fact that his hands were travelling up your body, following every dip and curve, landing on your breast, cupping them. His hands warm through the t-shirt material. — “Alright, alright, just let me take it off the stove so we don’t burn down Waynes trailer.”

His arms pulling you towards the worn couch, and into his lap. Gentle kisses planted everywhere he could reach, which you reciprocated enthusiastically. His fingers on his left hand began trailing up your shirt and towards the spot where your thighs met. You were aching for him to touch you and you let out a soft growl when all he did was tease with the edge of your panties. He lived for teasing you.

You wouldn’t get much action this morning anyways, because just as he relented and slipped his finger under the edge, the door opened, and Wayne entered, steel thermos in hand and his work gear in the other. Eddie pulled his hand away so fast you were sure Wayne heard the elastic snap your skin.

“Hey kidd— now, who didn’t turn the stove off? You guys know better than that, and pkease clean up after yourselves, I ain't your damn maid.” His heavy boots trailed back to the makeshift bedroom he slept in.

“That was a close one…” Eddie muttered. “Now, lets finish making breakfast, suddenly I’m starving.” He gave you a cheeky grin knowing you were beyond frustrated now and went to finish heating his food. You’d get him back later after Wayne left, and he knew it. He loved watching you squirm but he loved what it caused you to do later even more…

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[saucyspacegirl]

Court of Darkness Heights

Pt 2 because tumblr was giving me mad trouble (went back to edit Lynt's because it repeated Tino's lil paragraph. The height is still the same)

Ft Lynt Akedia, Tino, Dia Akedia, Lou, Sherry Invidia, Violet

Continuation of the last one, these are the shorter of the bunch :)

Violer Muller

She's giving tall, dommy mommy vibes. 5'8 or 5'9. She tends to appear taller because she wears heels. Long, strong legs for powerful kicks, yuh.

Headmaster Lou

5’8 simply because he seems delicate? Like I want to manhandle him lol. Skinny and pale and very slightly lanky.

Tino Maes

I’d say Tino is 5’7 just for the fact that I know he is hauling Lynt around. Although not impossible, Ik it’s hard as hell to lug someone around if they are taller than you. Limbs everywhere. I could be persuaded for taller just cause he seems like the type to hunch over and shrink into himself. Standing up straight is another story mayhaps for another time

Lynt Akedia

Baby boy. Lynt is 5'6-5'7. He said himself that he can't be bothered to eat. Sleep is not enough for a growing boy, my friends. Maybe its also just because he's always kind like babied by Tino too that makes me feel he's on the shorter side of the spectrum.

Knight

Knight is in the range of 5’4-5’6 for me. I think I’d go with probably 5’5 cause it’s the easy medium.

Dia Akedia

5’5 and I love him so much oml. Pick him up by his scruff. Don’t. He was made to seem small in every way possible. His face and his hand are both small. His long hair seems to overwhelm his face and his body. They put him in booty shorts and tights for crying out loud.

Sherry Invidia

Baby girl is a pocket sized princess fr. She's giving like 5'3. loml

[pinkieclown]

hi hello!!!

2 5 18 49 for the ask game with Oopsadaize!! I’d love to hear more :)

HELLO AND HI!! jumps up and down :3

5. What is your OCs first memory?

Oopsadaizee has some very vague memories of being a tiny kitten, mostly just being cold and frightened and alone, but the first thing they can clearly remember is a big orange tabby curling around them and licking them clean, then picking them up by the scruff and carrying them to what is now their home. it was only much later that they met the jellicles and realized the queen who saved them moons ago was Jennyanydots :)

18. What are your OC's greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths?

ooo this is a big one! i think Daizee’s biggest fear is getting injured or sick. more than just being hurt, they have it in their head that its really important to be useful to the jellicle tribe, whether thats helping to hunt, fending off threats like Macavity, or taking care of cats who need it. but if they’re the one that needs to be taken care of, then they’re not being useful, then the tribe won’t want them around anymore! that’s their line of thinking, at least :P

their biggest weakness is probably their distractibility! while they try to help out wherever they can, its easy for them to start daydreaming and zone out, or to get distracted by whatever looks more interesting in the moment. this is very irritating in Jenny’s neverending quest to teach them how to sew!

if you were to ask oopsadaizee, they would probably say their biggest strength is, well… their strength! and while they are quite physically strong and athletic, their true strength lies more in their creativity and resourcefulness! they love to come up with new and creative ways of solving problems, even if they seem kind of roundabout at first!

49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush?

yeah, they definitely have a big sweet tooth! (in a hypothetical where its safe for them to eat lmao) they would prefer fruit-flavored chewy candy, like laffy taffy or gummy lifesavers :) i dont see them being prone to sugar rushes lol, but they can crash pretty hard if they’ve eaten a lot of sweets, and might just fall asleep wherever they’re sitting hehe!

[randomderp]

While playing the 4th Resident Evil Game(The Remake), I was lowkey struggling at this one section where you have to fight off a horde with Luis until Ashley opens the freakin' door to let you guys escape. I died probably over 20 times (the chapter review says only 5, but I had backed up to older saves at multiple points to try and get a better start before the horde). Anyway, one of the most common death screens I got was a villager grabbing Leon by the front and jabbing their thumbs into his eyes, where Leon just kinda flops back and dies. So, with that struggle still taunting me, I wrote a bored drabble(?) during my break at work and before going to bed.

Expect spelling mistakes and flawed logic, I haven't written fanfiction in years. And again, bored drabble to just get the writing out there. Feel free to yoink the idea and referbish it into your own thing.

Warning for Gouged out Eyes? Idk if it counts as spoilers, too, but basically, rewritten gameplay, lol.

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Pain. He was in pain. Excruciating pain. Everything was dark, and his head felt like it was close to exploding. What had just happened? He was in so much pain he forgot. His ears were ringing, but he could hear a faint voice.

"¡Sando! Come on, get up! ¡Mierda! Leon!" Luis... It was Luis' voice. He tried to move, he felt his body roll over onto its gut. His hands felt around, eventually feeling the cool metal of his gun. He tried to open his eyes to see the weapon, to see his surroundings. There was so much yelling, gargled voices from the feral villagers, and Luis begging Leon to stand up. He grunted, feeling for the wall to assist him to stand, but was immediately bodyslammed, then smacked down again by what felt like a shovel. Luis' gun could be heard for a moment, and after another second of struggling to stand, Leon was picked up by the scruff like some newborn kitten.

"Leon, come on, man. There's too many, we got to go. Open your damn eyes and start running 'migo!" Luis spoke, a sense of urgency in his tone as Leon felt said man start guiding him up some stairs while angered yells in a language Leon only knew basics in were heard behind them. He tried opening his eyes, his eyelids moving, but no light peeked through. Nothing seemed to work. He was still shrouded in darkness.

"Leon? Over here!" Ashley... Where was she? She was safe, right? A door had opened, hitting the wall adjacent to it, that's where she was. Leon's instinct immediately moved his legs to follow the voice, but without much visual aid caused him to run into the door frame. He grunted, holding his already pained head.

"Leon! What are you doing? Don't tell me that guy did something to yer eyes!" Luis again. Leon felt an arm wrap around his waist, a body pressed into him on the left. His left arm naturally wrapped around what he could only pray was an ally's shoulder. He was dragged out the door and soon a second body attached to his right side.

"Oh my God, Leon! What the hell happened to your eyes?" Ashley screamed in horror.

"Joder... ¡Señorita! just focus on running like hell. We need to get out of here before we get more hurt! I'll focus on Leon's safety for now. Go, go, go!" Luis pulled Leon, causing his body to start running on default to keep balance.

His eyes never cleared up, so he began counting his steps. 23, 24, 25... 42... 58... 92 steps until they finally stopped. Or at least, from the point when he started counting. Probably closer to 140 steps or so. The trio began panting like dogs, their heartrates reaching the clouds. Leon was pressed into a wall and urged to sit by the foreign friend. He complied, but only after non-verbally grunting to show distaste for being shoved around.

"Sit. Let's see what's going on with that face of yours," Luis spoke, his rough hands held up Leon's face. Leon hated the touch. He wasn't a child, or someone's girlfriend, and he didn't want to be touched like this. He moved a hand up to smack Luis away, but completely missed. "Watch it, Cowboy. I'm tryna help."

"I don't need help, I'm fine." Leon finally spoke, flailing his hands in front of him to get Luis away from him. He moved his hands to his eyes, rubbing the thick streams of dried blood off them. Disgustingly sticky... He huffed, assuming he couldn't see just because of the blood, that's all it was. Not because one of the villages stabbed their thumbs into his eyes, possibly puncturing the cornea or even past his lense, causing the aquous humour to drain and replace with blood. Surely not!

The more Leon cleaned away blood with his hands, the more Luis sighed, sounding more concerned, meanwhile Ashley mades sounds of distress by gasping or muttering the Lords name in horror.

"Let me see. I know a thing or two about medical shit, just hold still, Leon," Luis grabbed Leon's hands, moving them to Leon's lap. Luis hummed, patting something, most likely his pockets, for a moment. He cussed for a moment, then began patting Leon's face with something soft. A tissue of sorts. Leon cringed, the lightest touch to his eyelids causing him to wince. "Try to open your eyes."

Leon tried, boy, did he try. His eyelids tucked up and down respectively, but he saw nothing. Black as the night sky. He heard Ashley gasp than begin to cry, meanwhile Luis made an undefinable sound that can best be described as disgust.

"I can't open them, they're stuck," Leon claimed. He wiped his cheek as a subconsious act, feeling a tear trail down. The tear in question felt too thick to be aquadic. It was then when the situation finally clicked.

"Buddy, you have them open. And it ain't pretty," Luis spoke softly, a hand over his mouth while he though. "I won't sugar coat it, your eyes are destroyed. I didn't realise that one villager actually got to you like that. If I'd known... You're lucky, you shouldn't be alive, but it looks like he didn't dig far enough to reach the back of your sockets. But, well, uh... You may be permanently blind. Can you see anything at all? Flashes of colour? Simple blurriness? Anything?"

"Uh...." Leon didn't know how to process the information. How was he supposed to protect Ashley if he didn't have the one part of him that he relied on most? "No. Nothing. Just, it's... It's just dark. Very faint trails of colour, but, I don't think... No, they're impossible colours. I can't... Fucking. Damn it!"

Leon tucked his knees in. Hanging his head and hiding himself the best he could in plain view.

What was he gonna do now?

[7ban-sama]

nene chan.. wearing a collar?? (its me anon… the one who asks you 2n2n and heartlurch a million questions about au’s and headcanons..) i feel like she’d wear one just for the style of it because it would match good with what she’s wearing… or maybe amane-kun would just make her wear it lool

Greetings! Ooh. Asking me and my wife and... me, a million questions, I see... 🧐 Well luckily for you I will answer a million questions about my ship HCs, AU details, etc etc... I spend all my time thinking about them. So.

Nene in a collar! I'd love to see such a thing. We get to see Amane in collars repeatedly, which is fun, but I'd love to see Nene in something so girly-girl, lacy, ribbony. It'd look so nice in Aida's style haha, I wish I could see it-!! And what outfit would go with such a thing...

WRT the choice to wear it... Hm! I could see her admiring such a thing... Like looking at images on her phone, feeling forlorn, sigh, oh imagine... >< To be 'that sort' of girl who could pull it off... Self-consciousness I think would make her struggle to commit to a purchase though! Like... it'd feel silly to do it on her own... What, or who, is it for? Just alone in her room? And then, it's too bold to ear out in public, errr, can't have her parents seeing her walk out the house like that? (Even if it's not like she'd be shamed, kind of, embarrassing-!?)

I think the greatest fantasy would be if it were a gift from a boy... So she would be wearing it FOR him, as a FAVOR, a GIFT of being pretty girl in collar... Unfortunately that's almost asking too much out of such a normal guy like Amane, somehow I don't think he's so fashionable and able to visualize such a thing on his own kfkfhf... If thinkos collar, probably would be thinking simpler, black band.

It's the sort of thing I'd either imagine Nene-chan having to incept (make it... somehow seem like... his idea...) or be bold and propose like, Do you want me to wear this... <- dangerous, Amane sucks, even if he's really into it he might, say something, rude or, maybe not say anything at all...

But it's interesting whether or not it's canon ghost boy or, an alive boy, hm! Hanako-kun is more... overtly gnasty... If they were already 'established' in some sense (fooling, even if pre-confessions/dating) ; he could be shown such a thing and be like ugh dirty girl... whaaaaaaat~? You want me to put a collar on you... lol, is THAT what you're into?? Yashiro... (Shitty tone but domineering at least, like make her feel small BUT... turned on.) Like tears in her eyes, face red, but, I think he could smooth it over, hold her jaw and croon and be like, awww, if that's what you want... Condescension. You have Nene-chan boiling as she buys it later at home [face buried in pillow!!] but I think the reward is well worth it. He will [clumsily...] cinch it around her neck. Touch slowly, lingering... finger the material. Fixate on it during sex. It's like mrhh... does hurt when girlie want to look nice for you. Siiigh, a pretty and cute girl...

However I'm really amused by the alternate timeline, of. Nene running a longcon with alive boy, non-supernatural Amane. Take him to a, store, go shopping with him, look at thingsss... and then just PASS BY such accessories and, glance at them but, you know not, say anything. And maybe watch as he stares at it like "..." but says nothing. JUST LET IT INCUBATE... in this case it'd literally be helpful to have Tsukasa there to be like WHAT ABOUT THESE? Oh... LIKE A KITTY CAT, WOW.... ^^ WOULD NENE-CHAN LIKE THAT? [Amane scruffs Tsukasa] [angry... grr... WHY YOU THINKING ABOUT HER WEARING SUCH THINGS... TSUKASA-!!] [but like hrn,............]

The next phase of this is a very ambiguous amount of time (MONTHS...? A YEAR...?) before it's like cough. Buys you this. One wishes it were more romantic perhaps but I think it's kind of like, sweaty dark aura, guy who is dealing with a fetish, vibes, instead. THAT'S... OKAY-!! Though. It's fine,

Final thoughts is I think in Bakeneko Ryokan, the endgame would be getting Nene-chan a collar, though matchies with him and Tsukasa. The little tassel beneath it and all... stylish. Jingle jingle.