#justice for giant spoons

[holyghostflo]

giant knife = sword - a cool threating fantasy weapon

giant fork = trident - a cool threatening fantasy weapon

giant spoon = shovel - a mundane tool used for dirt movement

petition for shovels to become the new main fantasy weapon?

[choisanboobenthusiast]

Princess part two

Pairing: sub!mingi x fem reader

Genre: smut MDNI

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: you and Mingi finally do the deed and well, a few others things...

Warnings: this is filthy, established relationship, unprotected sex (wrap it up y'all), begging begging begging, pet names, slight spit play, spit used as lube (just for a second), choking, anal fingering (our princess receiving), creampie, overstimulation, crying... I think that's it whew!

a/n: wow thank you guys SO MUCH for all the love on part one, I really wasn't sure what to expect upon posting it. I hope part two does it justice. Thank you guys for reading and liking and reblogging and commenting, it all means so much as I work really hard on these. Anyways, happy reading friends! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Part One

"I swore..." Mingi sighed defeatedly. "I swore I had one in there."

Mingi had been nervously shuffling around in his nightstand drawer searching for a condom, but not having much luck while you lied beside him, your naked body pressed to his muscular back. You threw your leg over his thigh, tracing little shapes into his skin and giving his head tiny scratches right where his hair met his nape. Mingi loved being little spoon, loved being wrapped up in you and for once feeling a bit smaller than the near giant he was. But at the moment, instead of being able to just enjoy the warmth of your body heat in total innocence, all your slight touches on his skin, the feeling of your leg over his own, your hard nipples grazing his back casually every once in a while were causing him to quickly grow hard again.

He shut the bedside table drawer, a bit forcefully, and huffed out. Disappointed that he couldn't find what he was looking for as the insatiable need to be inside you took over him. "Sorry... I don't have one."

"Hmmm." You pouted, placing languid kisses across his shoulder and neck, letting your hand wander over the expanse of his stomach and venture up towards his chest. "Mingi, baby, we can just do it without one."

"R-really?" If he'd had cat ears they would have perked up in excitement.

"If you're okay with it." Your hand found it's way in between his pecs, fingers dancing lightly over his sweaty skin. "I trust you."

He nodded. "I trust you, too."

"And you're absolutely sure you wanna do this?"

"So fucking sure." He answered. "Like very, very sure."

You smiled, kissed his neck lazily and nibbled at his earlobe while the hand on his chest grazed gently over one of his nipples. You let your finger circle over it slowly and he took a shaky breath. "My good boy can't wait to be inside me, can he?"

"No, can't wait." He sighed out. Just like that, he had snapped back into the same headspace he had previously been in and you were more than willing to take the reigns.

"You're my good boy, right Mingi?" You pinched his nipple lightly, the action eliciting a tiny moan from his lips.

"I-I'm your good boy."

You let your hand travel down his torso before taking his aching cock back into your hand, slowly pumping up and down. Mingi shuddered under your touch, his own hand going to rest on your wrist as he groaned.

"How do you want to do this? What position?"

"I don't care." He choked out. "Whatever you wanna do, I don't care."

You quickly switched your position, leaving your spot behind him, pressing on his shoulder to make him lie on his back. You continued stroking him slowly as you straddled his thighs again, relishing in the way his muscles tensed and his eyebrows scrunched. His hands splayed over both your thighs, rubbing into your flesh gently. He looked at you then with a bit of desperation, not having to say anything at all for you to know that he need more than your hands. You let go of his cock and shuffled upwards, placing your wet pussy on top of his member but not moving just yet. His hips jerked just slightly at the contact and his fingers dug into your skin for a moment. You began to slowly move your hips back and forth, resting your hands on his chest while you covered his dick in your slick. He moved easily in between your folds due to how soaked you were from sucking him off. You couldn't believe how big he felt like this, moving through your wetness, the head of his cock bumping into your clit with every one of your movements, you began to wonder how he was going to fit inside of you at all.

Beneath you Mingi was close to losing all composure, his face flushed and sweaty, his hands grasping at you as you ground into him. He couldn't believe how sexy you looked like this and he couldn't believe how much he loved it when you controlled him. He could do nothing to stifle the whimpers that continued to fall from his mouth, not that he wanted to anyways. He enjoyed making those sounds for you, he could tell you liked the way his voice sounded when it came out strained and he wanted nothing more than to continue to please you.

Above him you were quickly becoming breathless, the need within you building relentlessly as you continued to rub yourself over him, your pace increasing. The way he sounded, the way he looked, the way he felt, god you were so lost in him, and you loved it. You were driving yourself to the edge, seeing how far you could push yourself before the ache became too much and paying close attention to how far you were pushing Mingi as well. He was getting more restless, his back arching just slightly off the bed as he pushed his hips up to meet your thrusts in the middle, his body practically begging for you to impale yourself on his cock already. When you tweaked both his nipples his mouth fell open as he released a sound that was nearly a cry and he started to beg.

"Please, f-fuck-" His voice caught in his throat when you pinched particularly hard. "N-need ugh need you, please. Fuck, this feels so good, you're so wet. Fuck me, please just fuck me." He was whining and babbling, begging so nice for you.

"Baby boy, you sound so pretty." You complimented, taking your hands from his chest, leaving his nipples hard and red as his chest heaved. "Want me to fuck you so bad, huh?"

"Yes." His pretty brown eyes pleaded with you as his hands ran up and down your sides, detouring to your chest where he absentmindedly played with your nipples before cupping and squeezing the flesh of your breasts. "Want it, please."

You leant over him and kissed him with need, entangling your tongue with his as he continued to massage your chest, the movement of your hips never ceasing. You stroked Mingi's hair and face, breaking the kiss to stare at him. You had never seen Mingi look so fucked out before and you hadn't even fucked yet. "Mingi, baby." You said sweetly, staring into his eyes. "Are you okay to keep going?"

He nodded and snaked his arms around you, pulling you flush with his chest. "I'm good." He smiled. "I am so fucking good." He nuzzled into your neck, kissing and nibbling at your skin before he whispered shyly in your ear. "I want... you to use me."

"Oh, is that right?" You were trying your best to sound intimidating despite the way your heart was jumping around inside your chest. "Want me to sit on this pretty cock?" You ground into him aggressively as he whined and nodded his head. "Ask me nicely, just one more time, and I'll give you what you want baby."

"Please." He complied immediately. "Please, wanna make you feel good. Fuck yourself on me, use me however you want, I'm yours."

You sat back up and hovered just slightly above him, taking his cock in your hand, feeling your slick covering him completely. He was already throbbing from the stimulation you'd given him and you guessed he might not last very long once inside. You rubbed the head of his cock in between your lips, applying extra pressure with your hips when it met with your clit. You did this a few times, the first of a few things you did to grant his wish to use him. Finally, you lined him up with your entrance, sinking yourself over just his head which slid in easily. He gasped and squeezed your thighs harshly, the muscles in his abdomen tensing noticeably.

"Just relax." You cooed, gently caressing one of his arms with your free hand. The sentiment served as a reminder to yourself as well, knowing it might be a little bit of a struggle to take all of him inside you.

You began to lower yourself further, slowly taking him in, inch by inch. Your hands braced on his little waist as he filled you and your eyes closed in pleasure at the stretch. It seemed to take forever, your pussy pulsing around him the further you took him in, your heart beating faster. He felt so good inside you, so big, and you felt full to the fucking brim when your pelvis finally met with his, at which point you were both a mess. The sensation of finally being inside you, fully seated, nearly made Mingi cum right on the spot. But he wanted you to fuck him, so he put every ounce of control he possessed into keeping himself from busting immediately. That didn't mean he was composed though, actually quite the opposite. As soon as your hips met he let out a long and low groan and his hands couldn't seem to find a resting point, wandering aimlessly over your body.

You started slow, pulling yourself up off of him nearly all the way before lowering your body down again. The second time he bottomed out an even more sinful noise escaped his throat and he pressed his head back into the pillow beneath him. You repeated your actions several more times, completely enthralled with the way he sounded and basking in the pleasure of taking him in over and over again. Eventually his hands came to rest on your hips, urging you to move just a little faster. You obliged, picking up your pace slightly, watching his face contort with euphoria.

"There you go, princess." You said breathlessly, watching his face go red at the nickname. "Just let go. Does it feel good, baby?"

"Mmm." He whined. "You're so uhhng s-so tight. Am I- do I feel good?"

"Mingi, you're perfect." You sighed, increasing you pace even more. You leant over him slightly, your hand slithering up to his neck where you gave it an experimental squeeze. His eyes seemed to glimmer at the action. You kept your hand there as you began to fuck him harder, pulling groan after groan from him as you squeezed his throat gently, applying a little more pressure occasionally. As you continued to bounce on him you slowly trailed your hand further up his neck, then to his cheek, brushing your fingers over his pink skin and then tracing the plush of his lips. His mouth already hung open, as if it were inviting your fingers in. With a little hesitation you slipped your pointer and middle finger past his bottom lip and as if he could sense your apprehension, he swiped the tip of his tongue over your fingertips. You pushed your fingers the rest of the way into his mouth, sliding them over his tongue and pushing them back. He closed his lips around your digits, sucking on them gently, basking in the saltiness of your skin as his tongue swirled over your fingers.

You were riding him like a bull, fucking his mouth with your fingers and grasping at his shoulder harshly with your other hand. His voice was muffled by your fingers stuffed in his mouth but the sounds he made weren't any less heavenly. You fell forward onto his chest, your hips slowing slightly as you focused on the brush of your clit against his pubes. You removed your fingers from his mouth, tracing over his glistening lips as he parted them. He tugged on your hair and pulled you in for a messy open mouthed kiss, all spit and tongue.

Despite thoroughly enjoying your time on top and the way you got to take control of him, your body was beginning to tire in this position. You needed a break. You pulled back from him just slightly, your lips brushing over his as you spoke. "You on top now, Min. Don't pull out." He nodded and kissed you once more before returning his arms to their previous place around your middle. He held you tightly to him, grunting lowly as he maneuvered your connected bodies, making sure to grant your request to stay inside you as he did so. Your arms naturally found their way around his shoulders and once beneath him you cupped his face in your hands, kissing him and running your fingers down his collarbone and over his chest. He propped himself up on his elbows, resting them on either side of your head while your hands stroked his back lovingly.

"You're gonna fuck me now. I want it hard and fast, Mingi, do you think you can do that for me?"

"Yes." He nodded quickly and dipped his head down to kiss along your jaw, moving slowly to your neck as he began to drag his dick in and out of you. "Anything for you."

Soon enough he was rutting into you fervently, groaning and huffing with every snap of his hips. The angle he had you in caused him to hit deeper within you than he had before and you dug your nails into the skin of his back to try to stay grounded, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He was a sweaty, moaning mess, as were you and you couldn't believe he had lasted this long. The fact that he came earlier was probably helping a lot. Your skin stuck together and the sound of his balls slapping into you echoed around the room as he continually reentered you. You reached down and squeezed his plump ass, urging him to fuck you as deep as he could. Then you had an idea, one that you weren't completely sure about but you knew he would tell you to stop if he was uncomfortable.

You slowly inched your dominant hand inward, waiting for any sign of disapproval or discomfort and when met with none you slipped your hand gently in between his cheeks, your middle finger just barely stroking at his entrance. He let out a choked whimper and his hips stuttered but he looked at you and nodded, giving you permission to continue. With his mouth agape and eyebrows knit together you brought your pointer and middle finger back to his mouth.

"Get them nice and wet for me."

You didn't have to ask him twice, his mouth chasing after your digits. He slobbered all over them, soaking them in his saliva, all while trying to keep a steady pace with his hips though it faltered somewhat. After what seemed like a sufficient amount of wetness covered your fingers, you carefully removed them from his mouth and brought them back down to his ass. With your other hand still resting on his ass cheek you pulled slightly to allow yourself better access to his hole. You rubbed the tips of your fingers over his entrance in a circular motion before very gently pushing the tip of your middle finger past his rim. One knuckle deep and his movements ceased completely, his head falling forward beside yours as he nuzzled into your hair.

"Don't be nervous, okay? I'm gonna be very gentle with you." You thought for a moment as he nodded slightly. "Do you have lube, Mingi? It'll feel a lot better that way." He nodded again and you carefully removed your finger. He stretched his arm to the bedside table, luckily still in reach even while he was fully sheathed inside you, and opened the drawer. He found the little bottle quickly and passed it to you. You squirted a generous amount in your hand and rubbed it over his hole before adding some extra to your fingers for good measure. You positioned your middle finger back at his entrance, circling it gently. "Once I'm inside I want you to start moving again, but just relax for now, okay?"

"O-okay." He breathed.

You knew you were pushing him, you weren't sure if he'd be able to actually follow through but you knew he'd try. "Have you done this before?" You asked.

"No."

"It'll feel good, I promise."

He breathed right into your ear as you pushed your finger past his rim again. It sunk in easily thanks to the lube and you began to work your finger in further.

"H-holy fuck." Mingi stuttered, his voice as high pitched as you'd ever heard it.

"Yeah? Feels good, baby?" Just as you did before you grasped at his cheek, opening him up for you as your finger slowly went deeper. "You can take the whole thing right? Two maybe?"

"Mm-mhm." His whining was nearly endless, tiny little sounds seeming to escape him with every breath.

You prodded at his entrance with your pointer finger, carefully and slowly working it in next to the other. He gasped upon the intrusion and wound a hand into your hair, those sinfully angelic sounds still being spoken directly into your ear. "Doing such a good job, Mingi." You praised. "Just a little more."

"It's s-s-so, I feel, hah o-oh-" He groaned loudly as you got deeper, the feeling of his previously untouched hole being stretched and filled giving him a whole new sense of euphoria. He felt like he couldn't breathe or speak or think. The only thoughts in his mind were of how it felt to be balls deep in your soaking cunt while your fingers filled him. But he remembered what you said, that he was to move again once your fingers were inside and shit, he was going to try. He used whatever strength he had left to drag his dick out of you before shoving himself back inside. He continued, trying his best to pick up the pace a little.

"Fuck yes, Mingi." You moaned, your fingers fully sheathed in his tight hole. "Such a good boy."

This seemed to egg him on and he moved his hips faster, which caused your fingers to move in and out of him at the same pace with which he was fucking you. "Ah! I'm gonna, gonna cum!" He announced suddenly. 

"Come on, baby, cum for me." You plunged your fingers as deep as they could go and it sent him toppling over the edge with a cry of your name. He looked like a god, with his mouth agape, sweat dripping from the tip of his nose, eyes shut tightly. You were so close to cumming too and nearly did at just the sight of him. His hips bucked into you aggressively, his dick hitting so deep within you, you swore you could feel it in your stomach. He thrust into you a few more times, pumping his cum deep inside you as your walls clenched unforgivingly around him and his entire body shook above you. With the last few strokes of his cock you could feel his release being pushed out of you, dripping down your ass and staining the sheets. Finally, his hips stilled and you noticed he was gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles were white. 

You slowly removed your fingers, gently massaging his ass as he started to come down. But you weren't finished. "Make me cum, Mingi." You ground your hips upward. "I'm so close, Min." You were trying to sound demanding but it almost sounding like you were begging. You did your best to regain your composure. "Don't stop fucking me."

"But I-" You bucked your hips up at his protest and he whimpered loudly. "I- okay." 

He did as you said, starting very slowly, battling the overstimulation. With every stroke he choked out broken moans but he didn't stop. He picked up the pace, fucking you hard and fast like you said you wanted. You dipped your hand in between the two of you to rub your clit, knowing it would only be moments before you were climaxing. At this point he was an absolute fucked out mess, shaking and whining and... crying? Oh, Mingi was crying. At first you were worried but when he moaned in between his little sobs and mewled into your ear before kissing you messily just below it, your worries disappeared. 

"Just a- unghhh just a little more for me." You could feel your orgasm building, the coil within you wrapping up tighter and tighter with each passing second. The way his huge cock split you open and drug against your walls had you reeling. You weren't sure if he knew it or not, but with every one of his thrusts his cockhead punched into your g-spot.

"Please, want you to cum." He muttered, tears still falling from his eyes. "Cum on my cock, please baby. Need you to cum."

The way he begged you to cum had you doing so almost immediately. Your pussy clenched hard around him as the pleasure radiated throughout your body, your muscles tensing as you shook and moaned and clawed at his back. Mingi cried out as well, the feeling of his sensitive cock being overstimulated even further only caused him to shed more tears. But he helped you ride out your orgasm, despite feeling totally overwhelmed. Soon enough your body went limp beneath him and you stroked his back gently as he sniffled, still buried within you. 

"Mingi." You breathed, chest heaving still as you brought your hands to cup his face. "You okay, baby?"

He nodded shyly, closing his eyes and nuzzling his face into your palm while you swiped at his tears. "I'm really good." He confessed, pecking you sweetly on the lips. "You're so good."

You giggled a little and hummed. "Mmm, you're so good too, Min."

He pulled his softening dick from inside you, both of you shuddering a bit at the feeling, and collapsed on the bed beside you, half his body still atop yours. He had stopped crying and you ran your fingers through his hair, earning yourself a satisfied smile while he traced his own fingers over you arm. You lied there silently for a little while, just enjoying the calm and quiet as you touched each other lovingly. 

Soon after, you showered together, all the while Mingi peppered you with kisses and cuddled you close to him. It was playful and loving and probably one of the longest showers you'd ever taken. After showering you returned to what you had been watching, snuggling up on the couch together under a blanket, downing some water and thanking yourself for picking up some extra snacks on the way over. You dozed off at some point, with your head on his chest and his heartbeat in your ear, fully content to be wrapped up in his big warm arms again.

taglist: @slid3er @minkysmilk @solarstoy

[of-dragonss]

Oh! May I request a copia (popia or cardinal your pick!) cuddling with a reader who’s got chronic insomnia? It is 5am for me and copia cuddles sound amazing rn :’)

i am the designated ghost cuddle/comfort fic writer nd i’m not complaining 😎 also my first copia request aahh!! i hope i do him justice with this :’] also i mention Terzo bc the past papas are alive in my head. I WANT TO BE HAPPY!! so au where no one is dead basically if you squint. oh, and copia is the little spoon. you can’t change my mind

☽ ༚  ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰  ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰  ༵

— copia (popia) x reader

summary: two sleep deprived, love sick fools cuddle.

Insomniac

Sleep has never come easy to you. You were always awake for long periods of time. Sometimes you’d nap but it wouldn’t be for long. Only up to three hours. Sometimes four if you’re lucky. The ghouls try to help you sleep from time to time. Usually it involved bringing you into a big nest of blankets and soft pillows in their den where you’d be the middle of a giant cuddle pile. The warmth of their bodies seemed to work into lulling you to sleep at first. But you’d wake up only a few hours later, unable to fall back asleep.

Sometimes you’d sneak off into the halls after everyone has gone to sleep to make yourself busy. Be it catching up on your readings in the library, or getting a head start on your chores for the next day that was slowly approaching.

Other times, if you weren’t with the ghouls, you’d lounge in one of the common rooms with the tv on low volume watching reruns of shows or movies.

As you were right now, cuddled up in a cozy blanket fit for the colder months, cup of hot chocolate on the coffee table in front of you as you watched The Nightmare Before Christmas on low volume only you could hear from your spot on the couch as to not wake anyone at 3 in the morning.

The only people you’d suspect to be up right now would be the Ghouls on occasion. You’d never though Copia would be wondering the halls at this time.

“Y/n?” The sound of his heavy accented voice startled you as he poked his head from the door way.

“Papa! I’m terribly sorry if I woke you. I’ll go back to the dorms.” You quietly panicked as you got up from your spot on the couch, embarrassed to be seen by Copia of all people. Truth be told you’ve always had a thing for the man since he came to the Abbey. Before he was appointed to Papa.

“No no, you didn’t wake me!” He chuckled quietly, also seeming to panic as you began to clean your spot. “I have trouble sleeping, you see. So I thought I’d take a walk around. I didn’t expect to find you up though.”

You smiled shyly, feeling your face warm up. In embarrassment? Yes, but also at the attention he was giving you at the moment.

“Ah, i have trouble sleeping, too.” You two have talked now and then in the past. Short conversations, pleasant ones too. You accompanied them on tours as your were a stage technician. Always reassuring him and the ghouls they were fantastic on stage. But you’ve never been alone with him before like this.

“Do you mind if I join you?” He asked, hands clasped in front of him, he wore his red zip up hoodie, paired with his red sweatpants and black t-shirt. His usual casual clothes.

“Um, yes! Of course. I was just watching a movie.” You felt like your were sweating from how hot your face just got from that one simple question. “Here.” You quickly sat on the far right end up the couch, leaving the blanket in the middle. “You can have the blanket if you want. I know it’s cold.”

Copia sat down in the middle, blanket in his hands as he smoothed it out to its full length. “I do not want you to go cold, tesoro. Please, let’s share, yes?” He lifted it up for you to join.

“Oh, um. Okay..” Your voice trailed off at the pet name he called you. You didn’t know much latin or Italian but you’ve caught a few words here and there. Mostly from Terzo who likes to flirt with anyone around him. Scooting to your left, joining Copia in the middle of the couch he draped the blanket over your lap, smiling at you as you made eye contact.

You were sure you’d die of heat stroke by the warmth of the blanket, your knitted sweater, Copias body heat and the furious burning blush that spread down your neck from your face.

You restarted the movie and silently sat in silence for about five minutes until you felt Copia lean closer to you, head dropping to your shoulder, which startled you a little, jumping in your spot.

“Oh, I am so sorry, amore!” Copia sat up straight again, hands tightly clasped together in his lap. “I did not mean to intrude your personal space!”

“No, it’s fine! I just didn’t expect it. You can, uh, cuddle with me. If you’d like! That is!” Satan, can you embarrass yourself more tonight? You felt like you were on fire. If the gates of hell opened up right now under you, you would gladly go in no questions asked.

“I would like that!” A big smile appeared on his face, eyes squinting adoringly at you. You smiled back at him.

“Hold on.” You said as you hurried back to the right side of the couch, nestled between the plushness of couches arm and the decorative, but comfortable, pillow supporting your head and back. Opening you arms for him to join you, Copia wasted no time in nestling practically on top of you, back to your stomach. You wrapped your arms around his torso. He draped the blanket over the two of you once more, grabbing your hands in his large ones on top of his stomach under the blanket.

Smiling to yourself in complete bliss, you focused back at the tv that was still playing the movie. And a few short ten minutes later, you heard Copia let out soft snores as he snoozed away. You knew you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep soon, so you’d just enjoy the weight and warmth of Copia for now.

A soft knock was heard at the doorway to the common room, you looked over and saw Aether and Sodo who were smirking at you. Aether making kissy faces your way. You rolled your eyes at them and stuck out your tongue playfully, careful not to make any movements.

The two chuckled quietly before waving at you as they left. You sighed, looking down at Copia, gently giving the top of his head a kiss, before paying attention to the movie once more. Eventually falling asleep to your favor.

[stxrmylxve]

Hanma everythings (p1 of 2)

@tenjikusstuff: omg i never requested anyone i just don't know how request work...but like. ANYTHING with Ran makes my knees week. From the most angsty thing to the most fluff thoot sweet one. I just love him THAT much. And same gors for Hanma fucking Shuji. These beanpoles have my heart attached to strings.

i mean.. that’s a mighty fine request to me. So i saw like an alphabet thing to where people did every letter for something? Idk if that makes sense lol but here’s where i got credit from; (sfw) (nsfw)

A - Affection Hanma has his moments to where he wants to kill anyone he pleases and get away with it, but I don’t know that he would ever turn down affection from you. I think it might be rougher if he were to be mad, but that just makes it funner.

B - Body part Okay so most of Hanma is fucking hot. However, I’m going to say that most readers idolize his hands. For him, I think he equally loves everything about you but he likes to lay on your chest/thighs, regardless if you’re fem or masc.

C - Cuddles He’s not going to be little spoon. Ever. He will always be big spoon and will wrestle you for the position. He LOVES cuddling you after a hard day at work !

D - Dirty secret Before he had truly met you, he used to go to clubs and get lap dances. It was normal to do that for him and he would end up getting a blow job as a way to blow off some money (see what i did there), but he would go on your instagram/whatever social media or source of photos of you and imagine it was you. Never spoke of this to you since he thought it was weird himself.

E - Experience As mentioned above, he was a sucker for going to clubs as a youngster and would have plenty of one-night-stands 24/7

F - Favorite Position Good ol’ doggy style always is apparent, but I think the face off position is one that he might use if he is feeling extra romantic also tired.

G - Gentleness He always checks in, even if he is in heaven with you. He asks if he wants to introduce something new, and in general without sex added in, he is just a true gentle giant with you.

H - Hugs? Okay.. hear me out. I think when he wakes up and has that bed head every hot man has, he’s legit half asleep and hugs you from behind. He might feel your waist up, not necessarily in a seductive way, but just to feel you again.

I - I love you? Says it all the time. You had to say it first, but once you did, it became his favorite phrase around you.

J - Jealousy I don’t know that he would get jealous a lot, I think if it were like a true sentimental you and him night sort of thing it might piss him off if the waiter looked at you weird.

K - Kinks Surprisingly, I don’t think hanma would be into ropes and tying up people. Maybe sadistic and masochism tendencies, yeah, but not tying up. He loves to praise you, has pet names, yadayada. But for him?? As odd as this sounds, maybe a bit of blood play. Not as much as sanzu, but I think it would be fascinating for him to watch if you were into it. Otherwise, simple praises and hearing you do justice just as well.

L - Little ones I think he would call kids nicknames like “brats” or “gremlins”, but he would find them adorable. And his own?? Smothers them with love. (okay, but i think i should do babydaddy hcs)

M - Motivation (what gets them going) He always wants a reward, with anything in general. You want sex? If he gives in, you give him something heavenly right back.

N - Nights (with them) I think relaxing nights would be romantic like watching movies and cuddling on the couch. Teasing, tickling, all of the relationship goals people yearn for.

O - Oral? (give, receive, etc) All I’m saying is that he is better with his hands than mouth. They’re totally both amazing, but hands hit better. Doesn’t outright ask for oral, only if you want to give it to him/have him do it to you, but he thinks about it.

P - Patience Depends on the day. Bad day at work? Pissed off very quickly. Normal day? Better, but one bad look at you and that guy goes into a ditch.

Q - Quickies? Wouldn’t do it normally. He prefers a more private place than a yucky bathroom.

R - Remembered.. The first thing that comes to mind when asked his favorite thing about you is the first time you two met on the streets. You had fallen and were picking up your things off of the street and being the gentleman he was, aided you.

S - Stamina 4-6 rounds. Not too much, not too little. Just enough to tire you both out and make you both sleep in the next morning.

T - Try Is he per say the riskiest person? No. But he would try most things you asked.

U - Unfairness Likes teasing, pleasures you and him both. Nothing more, but everyday expect a tease.

V - Volume Doesn’t care. Loudest one in the house/apartment/etc. If you feel good, he feels good. Noise complaints would be a yes.

W - Would they be whole? Without you, he would be lost. Eventually, he might get over you. But nothing would fill the void you left him with. Never.

X - X-ray Okay I’ll give him this, he’s groomed. Sometimes forgets, sure, but he tried okay? 6-7 inches give or take.

Y - Yucks Okay so piss/shit kinks, hell no for him. He doesn’t love blindfolding, both with him and blindfolding you, but it doesn’t disgust him? Not much he is turned off too I guess. Just be normal ig and he’s fine with you.

Z - Zzz If he outdoes himself, he falls asleep without pulling out 🤦‍♀️

[fangbangerghoul]

7, 8, and 11 for

GHAL 🫶

I told bear I like how she responded for her OC ask game and since it was so cool I was going to copy it. So...here's me trying to copy it. (i swear i am still on writing hiatus, I am only making exceptions for Val and Anton)

7. Who likes forehead kisses? Who likes hand kisses? Who likes neck kisses?

Ghoul: *smirks* I know someone who likes neck bites

Val: that wasn't the question and i know someone who likes forehead kisses *looks suggestively towards Ghoul*

Ghoul: good thing you know a lot of people

Val: *snorts* I know a short person who likes forehead kisses

Ghoul: *glares* Well, i know a giant person who likes hand kisses

Val: GIANT?

Ghoul: next question. im over it.

8. Who is the big spoon? Little spoon?

Val: Well isn't this just peachy she-

Ghoul: *interrupts him* I call big spoon

Val: I...I don't think that's how it works, Ghoul

Ghoul: Says who?

Val: *face palms his forehead then leans into whisper* she's the little spoon unless we bring out, big purple *gives the okay sign added with a wide smile*

Ghoul: *huffs obviously heard him* I hate these questions

9. Who is clingy?

Ghoul: who picked these? how are they relevant?

Val: *subtly pointing at Ghoul*

Ghoul: *noticing and smacking away his hand* Last I checked you were clinging to me the last time we saw that chasmbass in the water

Val: any normal person would be afraid of those and that isn't what the question is.

Ghoul: you were also clingy when we saw that terromorph

Val: NOT THE SAME THING

Ghoul: *shrugs*

(i hope I did Val justice)

[clockwork-sparrow]

Tales from the Frost

Stories following the conclusion of the RP Arc, TOWER.

Stories: 1 2 [3] 4

Dear Zelimir

Dear Zelimir,

We’re coming. Sorry it took almost three decades. Life’s stranger than fiction nowadays and there’s a lot for us to catch up on. Like how I ended up traveling with your murderer to find your resting place, for starters.

Civil war burned Garlemald to cinders, but we survived. Something incomprehensible possessed the world and turned the sky red, but we survived that, too. You always said I was tenacious, but I don’t think you meant it’d be enough to weather two apocalypses.

Somewhere in the middle, we (the Tappers. Sofi misses you too, you know) stumbled on a weird town of magitek, complete with a freaky Overseer, robot farmers, and who knows what else. Was just us at first. Bunch of Garleans joined later. Some of them were the sorriest looking bastards I’d ever seen but some of them were just bastards, so much so that they tried to reestablish Garlemald, shackles and all.

Zelimir, I think you’d be proud to hear that we’re living side by side with many of these bastards now. You shouldn’t be, though. If the Final Days didn’t happen, we’d still be at each other's throats, but we (all of us) lived through some very horrific things. Didn’t know if the next day would be our last, didn’t have the spoons to care about fucking beans when literal depression monsters were hunting us down. Stranger than fiction, again.

I knew Marcellus killed you. I thought about it every day. I thought about it when I led our ragtag band of soldiers to defend our freaky magitek home against even freakier blasphemies, and I threw him into less than favorable fights because of it. You know me. I would’ve killed all the bastards if I had the chance, but...things happened. Hands were tied at the time. I’m bitter about you though, so I had hoped, and figured if he died in combat, well. That’s just war. But being in the trenches changes a man so, yes. He killed you, but he saved me too. Saved Sofi. We saved each other so that we could live another day like cockroaches. That was our new normal, insanity and violence and all.

The Final Days eventually ended, after more wars, more kidnappings, and more shit that flew straight over my head. Giant...spaceship at one point. Man. I don’t even know. Sometimes I want to believe it was all collective madness, but then, I’ll wake up and the signs will still be there. I half expect the skies to turn red again honestly. Peace feels like it could be taken away at any second.

Anyway, Marcellus confessed. Almost three decades later, when there’s practically nothing left of you except for memories, he confessed. Said you didn’t crack and reveal any of the other members of the underground. I hated hearing about it but it’s closure, still. And your body is long rotten and lost, your records wiped and destroyed, but we’re coming anyway, to the place you passed away. So I can say goodbye and Marcellus can...apologize.

You shouldn’t forgive him. He’s an ass. Terrible pokerface, awful taste in beer, his mustache sucks. Thinnest hair I’ve seen on a lip. I haven’t forgiven him and neither should you, but he’s trying, and he needs to live with this. No amount of justice will bring you back, so I guess I’m settling for second best.

These days, I’m restless wondering if this is enough. If this peace is enough, if evil got punished enough, if they’re repentant enough, if I’ll ever be satisfied. There are holes in me where you fit. Where all the good Tappers who died under the Empire fit. Is it fair that your murderer lives? Is it fair that he has a second chance? I don’t think so, but now, he’s a part of me too. There’s a hole where Marcellus would leave, too, and the trenches change a man. They leave you riddled with bullet holes.

I know you had hopes for me and I’ve always tried to live up to them but, Zelimir, maybe the reason I lived and you didn’t is because I’m not good. I want people to suffer as I have. I would’ve executed someone I now care about and been none the wiser. My pain, our pain. It’ll be forgotten one day...maybe recorded in words, but the distance will grow. One day, there won’t be anyone left that knows you personally. Is this a good thing? Is this just the way life is? That we live, just to be forgotten?

I don’t know. Maybe you can tell me.

Sincerely,

Vanya Kvetasch

[tea-tarot-and-me]

A Spoonful of Encouragement Pick-a-Pile

Take a moment to center yourself and head towards the colour that calls to you most below the line.

Disclaimer: These readings are for entertainment purposes only and are not to be used in place of medical, legal or professional advice.

Pile 1 - Blue

Oracle 1 : Deeply Bonded

Oracle 2: Like Attracts Like

Tarot: The Chariot, The Empress, King of Cups

This pile, are you feeling a bit hesitant about new relationships coming your way? I'm getting this image of someone running towards you carrying a giant, glittery, absolutely tacky heart and you taking one look at this offering and running in the other direction in a panic. Fast.

Which is hilarious because I think you've been calling in new relationships. You've put in work and are still actively putting in work on yourself because you're aware that you need (and want!) to be in a healthy place for yourself.

A reminder, you don't need to be a chameleon. Be you, enjoy the things that bring you joy. I know that there's always some vulnerability in being completely yourself with another person. But the most important part is that you already recognize the power and sweetness in being vulnerable and you understand the wisdom in being discerning at the same time.

While the chance to get to know someone may come in fast, the effort that needs to be put in to grow some good roots will definitely take time. And I think you are looking for something deeper or equally as deep as you've gone in previous relationships.

You're sending out love (friendship, caring, nurturing) vibes and it's okay to proceed with caution where needed, but don't let a good thing pass you by!

Pile 2 - Green

Oracle 1: Don’t Give Up

Oracle 2: Miracles and Blessings

Tarot: 5 of Cups rev, 2 of Cups rev, 8 of Pentacles, Justice

You guys have already been through the wringer. You've already fought your way back and partially accepted what brought you low. In response, you poured yourself into something which may have began as a distraction but now is something legit you're pursuing.

Keep growing your skills, it never hurts to add another tool to your arsenal. But back to whatever hurt you, you don't have to return to it. You don't have to make it work or even make it pretty. This "don't give up" message is a reminder that you aren't held captive by the thing that hurt you. You can move forward and honestly, you probably already have in a lot of ways!

I think you may sometimes fixate on how a thing wasn't fair or how a situation should've been made right in your favour. Let that go. Let go by looking for the wonderful little things you encounter everyday. Let it become a habit until you can't so easily recall why that situation made you feel a certain way.

Don't forget, not especially if it was a lesson that needed to be learned. Perhaps the lesson was a balancing of the scales, only you know. Sit with yourself and take the time to understand the why of your hurt if you need to. But definitely let yourself be free. Don't give up!

Pile 3 - Amber

Oracle 1: The Unknown

Oracle 2: Listen With Your Heart

Tarot: Queen of Cups rev, 9 of Cups, The Tower rev

Okay, my wave riders! For some of you riding the waves of life comes easily and for some of you, not so much. However, this is the stage of life you currently find yourself in and it isn't obvious where you'll land at the end of it all.

I feel like you already know not to fight against the current you'll only exhaust yourself. Now whether that's because you've learned that lesson recently or a long time ago, good job!

As strange as it sounds, in the crazy chaos of heading into the unknown and new and possibly exciting/terrifying, you already know that you come through a bit easier if you release control. What little you can call yours with a certainty right now you're learning to find satisfaction in. Let me tell you that's so powerful.

Just a quick reminder, learn to hone and trust your intuition. I feel like it'll help you feel a little less lost along the way. You've got intuition in spades, I've been talking about it this whole reading!

Decks used: Journey Through Life Oracle, Whispers of Love Oracle, Rider Waite Tarot

[thenixkat]

Dancing in the Light of a Burning City (Phoenixes) by Flobots

Lyrics:

Dancing in the light while the city still burns Different kings still waiting for their turn I never owned what I've never earned But I know that I will with you

Dance in the fire light Wonder what this side is like Pour the oil on the rising flames And wonder what dying's like I more like dionys Coming back again And I'm trying twice Face the mic Face the life Now I'm just facing those flashing lights Mm. like a flash-lights More like a lightsaber Don't fear the father Ain't been a slave Don't fear no darth vader Naw, I just mob daily I'm up on my intercom baby Calling out to the stars and in the darkest hour Which one of y'all will be my savior

I'm on fire I'm okay

Dumpsters flame still flicker in the dead of night Red and white See the rust and embers charred and bleeding still bleeding I can't go home Hear shots and bickerings ricochet And dissipate If I can't find anyone to believe in I'm leaving Okay I am a sleeping giant Deep inside I want peace and quiet When unheard I may speak in riots When unhinged the country's on fire When unquenched the thirst brings empires To their knees and unspins the spires Pillars fall when umpteen town criers Become choirs unseat the sires Sirens blare with unmet desires Justice rolls down like muddy waters I'm a mouthful of sea change Make you rethink everything prior I was born a young boy james laurie Silver spoon on my tongue same story You'd assume from what's come before me But not everything's honkey dory

I'm on fire

Born of the ashes Heir to the flame Lit by the fire We look the same

[p0ssywhippedcream]

Oh, ticket time? How about a fluffy little story about L. He's feeling frustrated that the fellow detective he likes rarely looks his way. And then one day, he manages to see HER face when she looks away (maybe he reviewed surveillance footage or she turned to face a reflective surface like a window or mirror) and discovers all this time, she's been hiding her blushing face from him (cuz she likes him too)

This ask was a little difficult to write because I couldn’t really imagine exactly what scenario would allow this to happen but with a little tweaking, I think I figured out a way to write this. Let me know what you think, lovebug!

A/n = alias name

I imagine that L and you are on a call like you usually are when solving a case together. He has his screen showing his alias and you have yours. Sometimes though, when showing physical evidence only one of you has, you turn on the video camera feature.

L of course, scoots away from the camera and will dangle whatever needs to be shown with a finger and thumb in front of the screen. You do the same but holding the object like a regular person.

This time, your background is different then your usual work space. Today you’re in a hotel room, showing off a piece of burnt paper to your fellow detective as he comes to endless conclusions.

You haven’t yet realized that from the angle your laptop sits at, your face is shown in the reflection of the fridge. Your beautiful, beautiful face that only L knows belongs to the infamous A/n.

You look exactly how L would imagine you and yet completely different. You have that same fire in your eyes, of desire for justice and balance that he knew you would have but the color is much more vibrant than he pictured. Your hair is fuller, your smile more joyful and your entire demeanor is much more bouncy and energetic.

Besides all that wonderful news about you being stunning and also very positive and full of life, this also means L can figure out whether or not he actually has a influence on you.

He finishes his rambling with a “I will check out the father of Wallace, he seems to know more than he lets on.” and you nod.

Dropping the paper, L hears you move to pick up the snack you’d been eating this meeting and resume chewing. If there’s one thing you have in common, it’s constant eating.

“How did your date go with the Australian woman last week?” He asks casually and you made a funny noise. If he didn’t see your eyes bulge, L would think you were choking.

You chuckle around your food and swallow, “Horribly. Turns out some people believe that the Earth is not only flat, but donut-shaped. She insisted I must not know basic science because obviously the Earth is shaped like a donut, are you stupid?” Your voice went higher pitched at the end as you mocked the woman and you giggled at your impressive impression of nails on a chalkboard.

L laughed lightly along with you. At least his love life was so bare he wouldn’t have to deal with that. Instead he decided to be heavily in love with the one friend his age he’s ever had.

“Right. How could you be so dumb, A/n. Don’t you see the giant sprinkles in the sky at night?”

You laugh so hard you almost fall over but instead run directly into the counter your computer is balanced on and push it into the sink. Doing damage control and pulling it out with a yogurt spoon stuck to the bottom, L sees one of your eyes peek into frame for a second only to disappear quickly.

You set the computer back down at it’s original angle except here, L can see your reflection even better.

“You know, if you simply went out with smarter people, you wouldn’t have this problem. Take me, at least I know that the world is a cube.”

Usually, this is the part where you say something snarky and shut him down like always and L wonders why you’re so damn hard to flirt with. Today however, when L sees your cheeks blossom red in the silver reflection, a seed of hope does the same in his stomach.

“Ah yes, but if I “went out” with you, it would be considered staying in. Get it? Cause you never leave the house?” You laughed heartily at your own joke and L charitably gave you a chuckle for good measure.

He could take the lame digs at his habits now, better than he used to. At least now he knows he’s got some sort of shot with you, even if it’s a shot in the reflective silver light of hotel refrigerators.

[manhattanrf]

Discovering the Artistic Gems of the Minneapolis Sculpture Garden and Walker Art Center

The Minneapolis Sculpture Garden and Walker Art Center is a hidden gem in the city, offering visitors a chance to discover the artistic treasures that it holds. The Sculpture Garden, which is located on the south side of the Walker Art Center, is a beautiful 11-acre park that features over 40 sculptures by renowned artists from around the world. Visitors can stroll through the gardens, taking in the natural beauty of the park while admiring the sculptures.

One of the most iconic sculptures in the garden is "Spoonbridge and Cherry" by Claes Oldenburg and Coosje van Bruggen. This sculpture features a giant spoon with a cherry on top, and it is a favorite among visitors for its playful and whimsical design. Another popular sculpture in the garden is "Hahn/Cock" by Katharina Fritsch. This sculpture is a giant blue rooster that stands at the center of the garden, and it is an impressive sight to behold.

The Walker Art Center, which is located in the heart of the park, is a contemporary art museum that features a wide variety of artworks from around the world. The museum's collection includes paintings, sculptures, and installations by some of the most famous contemporary artists such as Jeff Koons, Cindy Sherman and many more. The museum also regularly hosts special exhibitions and events that are sure to delight art lovers of all ages.

One of the most interesting exhibitions currently on display at the Walker Art Center is "Theaster Gates: Amalgam". This exhibition features a collection of sculptures, installations, and works on paper by Theaster Gates, an American artist known for his multidisciplinary practice. The exhibition explores themes of race, inequality, and social justice, and it is a thought-provoking and engaging experience for visitors.

In addition to the artworks on display, the Walker Art Center also offers a variety of educational programs for visitors of all ages. The museum's education program includes tours, lectures, and workshops that are designed to enhance visitors' understanding and appreciation of the artworks on display.

Overall, the Minneapolis Sculpture Garden and Walker Art Center is a must-visit destination for art lovers of all ages. With its beautiful gardens, impressive sculptures, and thought-provoking contemporary art, it is a unique and inspiring place to explore. Whether you're a local resident or a visitor to the city, be sure to take some time to discover the artistic gems of this amazing cultural destination.

[anghexescu]

ennegram personality test

TYPE 1 || THE IMPROVER

People of type One are idealistic, self-disciplined, and diligent. That’s because the personality of type One is shaped by the drive to do the right thing at all times. They divide the world into very clear camps of ‘right’ and ‘wrong’, with little in between. They continuously strive to improve themselves, because their inner critic is rarely satisfied. In their mind, things can always be done better. As a consequence, they can be very critical of others, but even more so of themselves.

For type One, the world often feels like a giant dishwasher that someone didn’t learn how to fill properly. The spoons are spooning, the dishes are derailed, and there’s never enough space between the bowls. While other types might be able to just shrug their shoulders and keep on doing their thing, type One can’t look away.

Strengths of Enneagram 1s

Are organized, hardworking and efficient

Are aware of and honest about what the world needs

Help others to be better people

Value fairness, justice and order

Do the right thing because it is right, not because someone told them

[soldier-requests]

Hello ! I was wondering if I could get a playlist for Silica (Keiko Ayano) from SAO (Sword Art Online) — If you know the character anything that reminds you of her I would appreciate ^__^ )/ If you don't then that's alright & I think any upbeat music to help get through the days would be nice ♡

hello!! oo i know absolutely nothing about sword art online, so i'll go more for upbeat stuffs and hope you like it!

also, apologies for the wait! i hope you're feeling better this week and that your new year has been nice to you so far :].

songs go like "song" + "artist"

"Move" + "Saint Motel"

"My Type" + "Saint Motel"

"COUNT THOSE FREAKS" + "Whitey"

"Let Me Tell You About My Operation" + "They Might Be Giants"

"Keep On Running" + "Tom Jones"

"She Drives Me Crazy" + "Tom Jones" and "Zucchero"

"Safe And Sound" + "Capital Cities"

"Blue Moon" (Rerecorded) + "The Marcels"

"Twelfth Street Rag" + "Roy Clark"

"Jaws" + "Lemon Demon"

"Pizza Heroes" (Bonus Track) + "Lemon Demon"

"Action Movie Hero Boy" + "Lemon Demon"

"20221127" + "Mac DeMarco"

"This Is My Beloved" + "Mort Garson"

"Caramelldansen" + "Caramell"

"Buddy Holly" + "Weezer"

"Wouldn't It Be Nice" + "The Beach Boys"

"Good Vibrations" + "The Beach Boys"

"Right Back Where We Started From" + "Maxine Nightingale"

"drop pop candy" + "Reol" and "Giga"

"GOT UR NUMB3R - v2" + "bugcried"

"Gay Aunt Jane's Wacky Knife Play Fortress" + "4lung"

"Palmtree Panic - 'P' mix" + "SEGA SOUND TEAM"

"Let Yourself Go!" + "Octo Octa"

"ミッドナイト・ランデブー" (in english: "Midnight Rendezvous") + "CASIOPEA"

"What I Like About You" + "The Romantics"

"Any Way You Want It" + "Journey"

"You Make My Dreams (Come True)" + "Daryl Hall & John Oates"

"Jump" (Remastered 2015) + "Van Halen"

"Celebration" + "Kool & The Gang"

"Steal My Sunshine" (Single version) + "LEN"

"I Want You Back" + "The Jackson 5"

"Material Girl" + "Madonna"

"Dude (Looks Like a Lady)" + "Aerosmith"

"Cheri Cheri Lady" + "Modern Talking"

"Girls Just Want to Have Fun" + "Cyndi Lauper"

"Fell In Love With a Girl" + "The White Stripes"

"Here's the Thing" + "Sports Team"

"ChuChu Lovely MuniMuni MuraMura PrinPrin Boron Nururu ReroRero" + "MAXIMUM THE HORMONE"

"Freaky" + "Upchuck"

"I Got You (I Feel Good)" + "James Brown & The Famous Flames"

"Soul Bossa Nova" + "Quincy Jones"

"The Walker" + "Fitz and The Tantrums"

"Boogie Wonderland" + "Earth, Wind & Fire" and "The Emotions"

"Sweet Tooth" + "Scott Helman"

"I Want To Hold Your Hand" (Remastered 2015) + "The Beatles"

"Waterloo" + "ABBA"

"Peaches" + "The Presidents Of The United States Of America"

"West End Girls" (Remastered 2018) + "Pet Shop Boys"

"BANANA SHAKE" (Sped up) + "HUS"

"D.A.N.C.E" + "Justice"

"Come and Get Your Love" (Single version) + "Redbone"

"Sports" + "Viagra Boys"

"La Dueña del Swing" (in english: "The God/Queen of Swing") + "Los Hermanos Rosario"

"Jump Around" + "House Of Pain"

"Ice Cream and Cake" (Remix) + "Buckweat Boyz"

"Dancing with Myself" + "Generation X"

"Sunny" + "Boney M."

"Summerlove" (feat Anabelle) (Scorccio Edit) + "S-Connection"

"Shalala" + "Moses Gunn Collective"

"Girls & Boys" + "Blur"

"This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody)" (Remastered 2005) + "Talking Heads"

"Walking On Sunshine" + "Katrina & The Waves"

"Do You Believe in Magic?" + "The Lovin' Spoonful"

"Lollipop" + "MIKA"

dividers from @/saradika

[ryantavey]

Title: "The Cereal Killer Chronicles"

INT. CEREAL KILLER'S LAIR - NIGHT

A dimly lit basement serves as the lair for the Cereal Killer. Eerie music plays in the background. JACK BLACK, playing the role of Barry, a bumbling detective, cautiously enters the scene. He examines jars filled with various cereals.

BARRY

(whispering)

Man, this place gives me the creeps! Who knew someone could be so twisted with cereals?

Suddenly, RYAN REYNOLDS, playing the role of Max, a charming but clueless cop, barrels through the door, eating a bowl of cereal.

MAX

Hey, Barry! You won't believe this! The Cereal Killer left a clue at the crime scene!

BARRY

(sarcastically)

Oh, really? What was it? A spoon?

MAX

No, it was a note. It said, "I'll make you breakfast in bed!"

BARRY

(grinning)

This Cereal Killer sure has a twisted sense of humor. Let's find this guy before he gives us a taste of his cereal mayhem!

INT. BARRY'S APARTMENT - MORNING

Barry, Max, and LUCY LIU, playing the role of Detective Lee, gather around a table, covered with boxes of cereal and milk jugs.

LEE

(skeptically)

You think the Cereal Killer's gonna strike again?

BARRY

(nodding)

Oh yeah, and I've got a hunch. He's targeting people who eat cereal. We need to set a trap!

WILL FERRELL, playing the role of Steve, a quirky cereal enthusiast, bursts into the room, holding a giant spoon.

STEVE

Did someone say cereal? I heard there's a killer on the loose! I'm here to help!

BARRY

(surprised)

Steve, what are you doing here?

STEVE

I've done extensive research on cereals, and I can help you catch this psycho!

EXT. CITY STREET - DAY

The team sets up a trap, using a giant cereal box as bait. Barry hides in the box, while Max, Lee, and Steve hide behind a nearby van.

MAX

(whispering)

Alright, let's see if the Cereal Killer takes the bait.

Suddenly, CAMERON DIAZ, playing the role of Sarah, a jogger, approaches the cereal box.

SARAH

(confused)

Who leaves a giant cereal box on the street?

BARRY

(popping out of the box)

Free cereal! Want some?

SARAH

(startled)

Ah! Who are you?

BARRY

(laughing)

Relax, I'm just a detective. We're trying to catch the Cereal Killer.

SARAH

(amused)

The Cereal Killer? That's a new one.

As they chat, the Cereal Killer, dressed as a milkman, sneaks up behind them, holding a milk carton.

CEREAL KILLER

(whispering)

Time to milk this situation.

LEE

(jumping out from behind the van)

Not so fast, Cereal Killer!

A hilarious chase ensues, with Barry, Max, Lee, and Steve pursuing the Cereal Killer through the city streets, dodging cereal-themed traps.

INT. ABANDONED C

INT. ABANDONED CEREAL FACTORY - NIGHT

The chase leads the group to an eerie, abandoned cereal factory. The Cereal Killer disappears into the darkness, leaving behind a trail of spilled cereal.

MAX

(panting)

We can't let him get away! Split up and search the factory!

The team splits into pairs, with Barry and Max teaming up, while Lee partners with Steve. They cautiously navigate through the factory, their footsteps echoing in the empty halls.

BARRY

(whispering)

Max, keep your eyes peeled. The Cereal Killer could be lurking anywhere.

MAX

(nervously)

Barry, do you think he's armed with killer cereal spoons or something?

BARRY

(grinning)

Who knows, Max? But we're not gonna let a bowl of cereal stop us!

Suddenly, a loud CRASH echoes from a nearby room. They rush towards the sound and find the Cereal Killer trapped under a pile of cereal boxes.

CEREAL KILLER

(struggling)

You fools! You'll never stop me from serving my cereal-inspired justice!

Barry and Max exchange a look, then burst into laughter.

BARRY

(snickering)

Cereal-inspired justice? That's a new one!

MAX

(joining in the laughter)

Yeah, well, we're the breakfast police, and we're putting you behind bars!

The team apprehends the Cereal Killer and hands him over to the authorities.

INT. POLICE STATION - DAY

The Cereal Killer sits in a holding cell, surrounded by boxes of cereal. Barry, Max, Lee, and Steve stand nearby, enjoying bowls of cereal.

LEE

(toasting)

Here's to a successful capture and a world free from cereal-related crimes!

They clink their spoons together, laughing and enjoying their victory over the Cereal Killer.

FADE OUT.

Epilogue:

The news of the capture of the Cereal Killer spreads, and the city celebrates their heroes. Barry, Max, Lee, and Steve become local legends, known for their quirky methods and cereal-related jokes.

Years later, a cereal brand releases a special edition cereal called "Criminal Crunch," inspired by the Cereal Killer case. The team receives boxes as a token of appreciation, and they gather once again to enjoy breakfast together, reminiscing about their wild adventure.

As they share laughter and cereal, they know that they have formed an unbreakable bond, forged through the absurdity of their shared experience.

THE END

[devildom-drabbles]

So you did stuff for everyone appreciatingteasing with a short mc, can I request the same thing with a really tall mc meaning taller than everyone? You don’t have to of course! Have a good rest of your day ^^⭐️

Oh how the tables have turned for our boys...  How could I say no?  

Thanks for the cute prompt!  I hope I do it justice for you.  It’s a little late, but may you have a good day as well. =)

What if MC was taller (even if it’s by just a few inches) than everyone?

Demons are used to seeing each other in varying heights, but boy does it throw them off when the human exchange student surpasses their height (even if it’s not by much). The demon brothers and dateables are no exception; they take note of this right away. Still, they each have their own ways of responding to MC’s taller stature.

We’ll start with Mammon, since he was put in charge of watching over MC and interacted with them the most at the start of the exchange program. In the beginning, when they weren’t close, Mammon liked to tease MC for being taller, with comments like, “Hey, is the Devildom weather any different from up there?” or “Didn’t ya hear what I said, or are your ears really that high up that you can only hear the crows?” Over time, however, Mammon teases them less and turns to using MC’s height to his advantage. If he’s strung up from a high place, he’ll praise MC’s taller stature and how it’s great for reaching up to untie the ropes around him, regardless of how high up he’s hanging (MC isn’t a giant, you know...). Mammon might also ask them for favors or to participate in his money-making schemes where MC’s height will be beneficial to him. Also, although he won’t openly admit it, he actually likes how much bigger MC is compared to him at times. They’re the perfect height for him to be the little spoon during cuddling, and he gets more attention from them when the two of them banter about their differing sizes. Ruffle his hair and call him “shortie” MC; do it for the blushing, pouty mess he becomes.

Lucifer is somewhat bothered at having to look up to speak to MC. He didn’t want the human exchange student to get into any mischief or become a thorn in his side, so he planned to assert his authority and power over them from Day 1. He’s still an intimidating force, whether or not he’s in his demon form, but it’s not as powerful when he can’t physically loom over them. Turned out that it didn’t matter anyway, as MC was going to do whatever they wanted no matter what their height differences were. Lucifer still wishes that he were taller than MC, but it’s not something he frets over. Though, he might avoid discussing the topic. If MC is feeling bold, they might put things Lucifer wants out of his reach and leave him to get it himself. However, MC better expect him to call them to his room or study often just to retrieve random items that are in strangely high locations, even if they weren’t the one to do it. Did he do it? No, of course not, MC. Well, can’t he use magic or fly in his demon form to get these things? Yes, but he’s busy with paperwork, and he’d rather not leave MC with too much free time on their hands. Is this just revenge for moving his things higher? Most likely, but maybe it’s also an excuse to have MC around him more often…

Leviathan can’t hide his envy of MC’s height in the beginning. If only he was taller like they were, then maybe he’d have more confidence in himself. But no, this random human is just taking their height for granted and rubbing it in his face every time he comes across them (MC is literally just standing there, Levi; they haven’t said anything). He gets over this once MC and him become closer. Rather, he becomes a flustered mess in their presence when they do anything with him that reminds him of couples in manga or anime. They fall asleep on his head while he’s gaming late at night? They trap him in a corner (seriously or jokingly)? They pat his head? They reach up to grab a book on a higher shelf from behind him? Levi will suddenly ramble on about what manga/anime they look like they’re referencing and then can barely function afterward (might even faint). MC will have to proceed cautiously until Levi can get used to their taller height, for the sake of his weak heart. Once he’s good, he’ll hope MC continues such actions with him, and he’ll try to work up the courage to do them back in his own way.

Satan is taken aback by MC’s taller stature, but he quickly accepts it. Perhaps he can trick ask them to get books from higher shelves in the library or bookstore? He’d rather not have to rely on them, but it soon becomes a frequent excuse to have them be with him. MC might place a book he wants on his head, just to see him pout with a huff (revenge for short!MC!!!). Anyway, while you’re here MC, want to read with him? MC will position their cheek on Satan’s head to follow along in the book he’s holding. It feels a little awkward to him, but it’s also cute somehow. If he rereads a sentence a few times, it’s because he’s gotten distracted from how close their face is to his. Fair warning, if MC is in that spot too long, he might stop reading to press a gentle kiss somewhere on their face before returning to the book. (He’s got to refocus somehow, and that’s what he came up with.) He once tried copying MC by resting his cheek on their shoulder when they were the one reading. It was surprisingly comfortable, especially as he listened to their calming voice read the story aloud. From then on, Satan and MC took turns reading together.

Asmodeus is actually jealous of MC’s height at first, but for a different reason than Levi. They’re the perfect height for modeling; what if they try to steal his gigs?! Oh, wait, he’s the most beautiful creation in all the three realms, so why would any modeling company choose a taller human over him? Crisis averted. But later on, it becomes a completely different story. Now that they’re close, he wants MC to model with him. No doubt the two of them would steal the show with every gig! If MC is against it, then Asmo will settle with having them model clothes he bought in the privacy of his room. He also finds something alluring about their height when he’s next to them; maybe it’s because their kissable face and neck are so close to him. He doesn’t mind if he has to stand on his tip-toes to grab their face and shower them with his love. Still, he’ll sometimes get MC’s attention and point somewhere on his face with his index finger, excited for them to lean down to return the affection.

Beelzebub is surprised to meet someone taller than him, considering he’s the tallest of his brothers and can rival Diavolo’s large stature. Still, he doesn’t mind it. In fact, one of his favorite things about MC is their hugs, and their height makes it better. He’s used to being the one to protect his family, but in their embrace, with their chin settled on his head, he feels safe somehow. He likes getting head pats from them, too. MC wants to be carried or can’t reach something? No problem; Beel is more than happy to hold them or give them a boost whenever they need it. The only thing he doesn’t like is when MC uses their differences in height against him, such as when they block him from the fridge or keep any food above his reach (even if the food isn’t his). They typically mean well, so he won’t hold a grudge against them.

Belphegor adds MC’s taller height as another thing to dislike about humans while he’s trapped in the attic. Ugh, do you realize how troublesome it is for him to have to look up at this human whenever they talk between the magic gate? Of course, once the whole Lesson 16 fiasco is over and he accepts MC for who they are, Belphie doesn’t have any qualms about their height. Well, it’s still kind of annoying to keep his head up when they’re talking… Ah, he’s got the perfect solution: They should talk together while laying down instead. MC should expect the Avatar of Sloth to pull them down next to him any chance he gets. Belphie also discovers that he likes how MC can embrace his whole body during cuddle and napping sessions; it’s especially soothing to him when he has a nightmare.

Diavolo is starry-eyed the moment they look up to see MC. Wow, humans can grow up to this height? Incredible! It’s also a rarity for him to be around someone taller than him, so it’s such a treat to him. He’ll try to engulf MC in hugs, but it ends up being the other way around (not that he minds). His favorite thing to do is high-five them; he enjoys getting to jump up to reach their hand (Demon Lord or an actual child? Local human claims there’s no difference). If anyone were to make a negative comment about MC’s height, Diavolo immediately will step in to counter the remark with praises of how great MC is, both in general and in terms of what he likes about their taller stature. He also feels at ease knowing that he doesn’t physically tower over MC, since his height tends to make him more intimidating to others.

Barbatos won’t say much about MC’s height; no teasing or sneaky remarks of any kind. Instead, he uses it to his advantage, calling on them more for their assistance in certain matters. For instance, he’ll ask MC to tag along with him to shop for groceries or other necessities for the Demon Lord Castle. They can retrieve items he’d normally have to use magic to reach. He also doesn’t have to worry as much about losing them in a crowd since he notices their head sticking out amongst the demons. In another instance, Barbatos will request MC’s aid with cleaning the hard-to-reach spots of the castle. Then, as thanks, he’ll make them tea or a dessert to enjoy with him while they both take a break. Sure, he could do these things himself (and he has been up to this point), but there’s something pleasant about having MC by his side during these everyday tasks. He’ll gradually call for them more often, not only because they’re a great help, but also because he misses their company.

Simeon has no issue with MC’s height, but he may throw in a teasing remark here and there in a friendly manner. For example, if MC bows their head slightly to enter through a doorway or avoid a tree branch, he might say, “Oh, dear, you didn’t bump your head, did you? It must be hard to have to watch out for those sorts of things all the time.” If he decides to create a taller character for his newest writing, Simeon will use it as an excuse to talk more with MC and even invite them over to Purgatory Hall, asking how they would respond to certain situations with their height in mind. Since they’re already there, he’d like to learn more about MC over a cup of tea. And now that it’s getting late, they may as well stay for dinner, right? Then, perhaps they’d be able to resume their discussion tomorrow at RAD? (Who knew this would be a great way to spend more time with MC?)

Solomon doesn’t mind the difference in height. They’re both human, and he’s had friends in the human world who were taller than him, so it feels normal to him. Still, that doesn’t mean he won’t tease MC about it every once in a while or request their help for the sake of using their height. By the way, someone keeps moving the cooking ingredients to these weird unreachable locations, so Solomon would appreciate your help in getting them, MC. He’ll cook you something in return! ...What do you mean you’re suddenly busy, MC? Oh, well, maybe next time. He’s never said it, but he has considered casting a spell on himself to be taller than MC the next time they visit Purgatory Hall, just to spook them (and maybe enjoy the experience of towering over them, if only for a day).

Luke has no observable changes in his behavior toward MC for being taller. Everyone here is bigger than him, so MC is just another addition. He does still feel a need to protect them from the demons, even if he is but a very smol bean in MC’s presence. Eventually, he’ll feel safest in the face of danger when hiding behind MC (Whoa, where’d he go? Is he invisible?). He also appreciates their height when he can’t reach things on the shelves when they’re baking together. Plus, despite his protests, he kind of likes when MC lifts him up or carries him; they’re great for watching fireworks or shows in the midst of large crowds.

[fluffyheadcanonsyus]

Can you write Bruno Madrigal x Tall!Fem!Reader,please?

@spiritbeansvirgokiwi

Bruno Madrigal x tall!fem!reader headcanons

Art by jorablyatt on Twitter!

Aaaaaaaaa people know what they want ig! Dw I am also tall af (not 5’9 doe) so I will do this justice <333

* Oh my God he loves you so fucking much.

* Will just kinda… cling onto u and let his legs dangle.

* He might be a bit heavy, but we all know you wouldn’t tell him that ;)

* You insist on stealing his poncho, you don’t care if it is super short on you

* If you’re tall and chubby he treats you like a giant teddy bear

* If you’re tall and skinny… same thing really

* Loves your legs for some reason???

* Idk he just finds them very attractive

* Hand size comparisons 😌

* Will get you your own giant poncho that looks like his if you’re reaaaally tall

* Loves being both the little and the big spoon <3

* When he’s the little spoon he will love it if you played with his hair

* He actually loves that in general

* WILL walk around in pigtails if you style his hair like that

* “Fall? I won’t fa-“

* And with PRIDE

* Loves to play with your hair in return

* The rats help you like you’re Cinderella or sum

* They snatch food from Camilo for you two

* Bruno stands on a chair from time to time to be taller than you

* “The air IS fresher up here!”

“Come down here you’ll fall!”

*falls*

* Goes on his tip toes to boop his nose with yours

* Maybe you’ll also need to crouch down but who cares <3

* Loves sitting in front of you and cuddling into you while watching his tele-novelas

* If you love being the one at the front he’ll literary move his “tv” to the bedroom so you can have leg room on the bed

* Thinks you look great in short flowy dresses, they show of your legs, and we know how he feels about your legs

* You also look great in pants

* He thinks you look great in everything tbh

* Number #1 shy hype man

* He cheers you on to the best of his abilities

* You act as his emotional support human in public

* Hand holding everywhere <3

* If you’re also anxious you’re eachother’s emotional support human

* Ok ok listen

* Pillow fort

* GIANT pillow fort

* You gotta be able to fit in after all

* Cuddles in the pillow fort aaaaaaa yessss

* He tries on your pants and trips soon after

* “Baby whyyyy”

“I wanted to try themmm!”

“Babyyyyy”

* You call him baby 50% because he’s tiny, 50% because he’s just adorable

* One time you bumped your head in a low ceiling

* Bruno PANICKED

* You were trying to tell him that you were fine and that this is common while he was putting a bandaid on your forehead

* You got extra cuddles that day, so you didn’t complain

* Overall you two are the definition of wholesome <333

[gallysonegoodlung]

Dating Gally In The Glade Headcanons

Word Count- 542

a/n- i utterly adore gally so i hope i did him justice

•So just pretend that all of the keepers have their own rooms,

•the specifics don’t matter

•Gally would definitely offer for you to share his room with him,

•but i know for a fact if you refused (for any reason except for feeling uncomfortable with it) he’d force you in there every night.

•Because he is not about to leave you outside, surrounded by a bunch of boys.

•He would always sit with you at meals, with one his arms around your waist.

•At first there were a few boys flirting with you,

•but they soon stopped after Gally knocked one of them out.

•He would be insanely protective,

•and would death stare anyone he didn’t trust around you.

•He would put on this hard exterior all day, but as soon as he got in bed with you,

•it would fall right off.

•He only lets you see his soft side.

•You’re probably the only one who even knows he has one.

•He’d stroke your hair and tell you all about his day.

•But he loves when you start telling him about your day, as well.

•He’d always make you lie face to face, whilst you talked,

•so he could stare at your beautiful face.

•He adores the sound of your voice, and finds it hard to stay awake to listen to you talk.

•He loves to give you neck kisses when you’re in bed together.

•But when you’re outside, he’s a big fan of forehead kisses.

•They’re very convenient for him, because you’re tiny compared to him.

•So it’s easier to reach your forehead.

•It doesn’t matter whether you’re tall for your age, because this man is a giant.

•Standing at what? 6’0

•He would so throw you over his shoulder and just walk away with you,

•when he wants more attention from you/alone time

•or is just flat out bored of the conversation/situation you were in.

•Whenever he sees you he has full on puppy dog eyes.

•No one would dare mention it though, because they’d definitely end up with the medjacks for it.

•He loves spooning,

•but when he’s had a particularly bad day, he just wants to hold you against his chest,

•and wrap his arms around you as much as possible.

•He’d always wake up before you,

•and would press soft kisses into your skin as you sleep.

•He would organise his breaks so that they aligned with yours, so he could spend as much time with you as possible.

•Sometimes he’d just want to walk around the glade holding your hand.

•Or cuddle with you in your bed.

•But most often he’d drag deep into the deadheads, shove you up against a tree,

•and kiss your lips until they were bruised.

•He’s not the biggest fan of PDA, but likes to either hold your hand or your waist.

•He’d also be okay with kissing your head/forehead.

•Because how else is everyone going to know your his?

•He’d save the real kissing for when you’re hidden away from prying eyes.

•He definitely try to show off when he’s fighting on bonfire nights,

•especially if he knows you’re watching.

•This man is such a teddy bear, and would engulf you in hugs all the time.