#lazy potato!sans

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I've been seeing Sweet!Sans all over Tumblr and I just had to draw him!! 🍦🍬🍭

There buddy chum pals now!

Lazy Potato!Sans belongs to me

Sweet/Mint!Sans belongs to @hheisa

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Been wanting to draw this all week--

He'll thank me later.

Lazy Potato!Sans belongs to @ask-sans-the-couch-potato

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In the Doghouse | Yeosang [NSFW]

Kang Yeosang - ATEEZ

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.5k

Pairing: Dog-Hybrid!Yeosang x Cat-Hybrid!AFAB!Reader

Genre: Hybrid AU!, Historical/Period, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Smut, Some Plot, Strangers-to-Friends-to-Lovers

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Pet Names (Kitten, Love), Swearing, Kissing, Biting/Marking, Bonding/Mating, Heat/Rut, Pheromones, Oral (F! Receiving), Unprotected Sex (This is pre-birth control so…), Breeding Kink (u3u)

Trigger Warning: There is some talk of abuse and/or neglect in this. It doesn't go into detail, but the reader in beginning is living with a cruel relative. It's not related to Yeosang or the relationship between the two. Also, Yeosang is a 'Police Dog', but there is very little talk of police and cops.

Author's Note: This is NOT Omegaverse, but they do both go into rut/heat. They have animals ears and tails and he's got a knotted doggy cock. Yeosang is supposed to be a Doberman, even though the breed wasn't in this time period. This is set in the late Victorian Era of London, and sorry if it's not completely accurate to the time.

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"Geddat fuckin' cat!" You hear the storekeeper’s shout echo through the narrow street as you dash in the opposite direction. You clutch the bag closer to you, hoping to hide it from prying eyes. You purposefully wrap your tail around your leg, hoping to make it less obvious, ears flattening to your head to blend in with your hair. Turning a narrow corner into an alley, you hear some footsteps against the cobblestone behind you, but they run past where you enter. Leaving the alley into the opposite street, you turn the way you had come, back toward your house. Sliding into another back alley, you place the strings of the bag in your mouth. Without stopping, you jump up onto the ladder hanging down from your second-story window. Climbing up the rungs, you pull the window open all the way and jump into your bedroom. Unhooking the rope and wood ladder from the windowsill, you reel it in and shut the window. Panting for breath, you rest against the wall, sliding down so you’re sitting on the floor. Heaving for air, you glance at the bag that you brought it, laying in a heap on the floor under the window. Finally, when you can breathe easily enough, you get on your knees so you can reach and grab the sack, opening it. Inside, the two loaves of bread are still steaming and your stomach rumbles in desire.

"Man, I wan’ a fish…" You sniff in displeasure, tail whipping angrily behind you. It’s bad enough you have to steal food to eat, but all you can typically manage is some bread or maybe potatoes. As you stand to close your door so you can enjoy your haul, you hear banging from downstairs. Someone is pounding on the door. You hear your aunt call for the person to hold on and you stand still, staring at the open door of your bedroom. Did they really find you? They never have before…

"Hello, madam. I hate to bother you, but I was told that a thief might have made their way into your second story window." You hear from down the hall, at the base of the stairs. Your eyes widen in panic, and you pray that your aunt will cover for you. Fat chance.

"Second story? You've got to… (Y/N) get down here, right now!" She screeches and your ears flatten at the noise. Stepping forward as quietly as you can, you stick your head out just enough to look past the door frame to see your aunt standing halfway up the stairs. Her own tail is swinging back and forth with ire and her arms are crossed. The nastiest look you’ve ever seen is on her face and you click your tongue.

"What did you steal this time, you lazy stray!" She hisses and you shuffle out of the room, bag hanging limply from your hand at your side. There’s a man in a police uniform in the doorway, and next to him…A dog hybrid. He’s…beautiful, honestly. Prettier than you for sure. His hair is longer, with a slight wave at the end of the black strands, two tall, pointed ears sticking out from the top of his head. You can’t see a tail, so it’s probably docked into a nub. The hairs at the back of your neck and base of your tail rise, shoulders tensing as you get to the top of the staircase. His sharp eyes meet yours, and you know that's how they found you. Fuckin’ police dogs…

"Give me that!" Your aunt swipes the bag from you, her claw-like nails scratching your hands, making you pull them back. Holding your other hand over the red marks, you glare hard at her when she opens the sack.

"Bread?! You stole bread?!" She hisses, fierce eyes searing holes into your skull.

"Maybe if you don’t fuckin' starve me, I wudduna had ta'!" You hiss back and you flinch as you see her raise her hand.

"Now, madam, it’s nothing to harm her over. We'll take her to the station." A smooth, deep voice prompts you to open your eyes, seeing the guard dog holding the wrist of your nasty aunt. His grip is loose, so as not to dig his thick claws into your aunt's skin. He should have though… Your aunt takes her arm away from him when he lets her go and you’re more willing to go with him then stay there any longer. Honestly, jail would be a welcome change. You follow the dog down the stairs and your aunt goes as well, handing the stolen loaves to the human officer. With a strong hand on your bicep, the police dog leads you further down the street, his partner following.

"Do you really steal because she starves you?" The elder officer asks you, his tone gentler than you expected. Your aunt isn’t poor, by any means, but you live in what’s equivalent to a storage room.

"I only getta potato every other day if I don't." Your tail flicks nervously, ear flicking when a drop of water hits it. Glancing up at the sky, you sneer at the gathering clouds, feeling another drop land on your face. You wiggle your nose, feeling the drop most likely wash a trail of dirt off your face.

"She doesn't feed you any meat?" The dog furrows his brow, letting you go, eyes zigzagging over you. It’s evident your clothes are somehow too big and too small at the same time, and your boots are old.

"Alley bastards don't deserve meat." You spit out the words you’re so used to hearing. It isn’t your fault that your mother slept with a commoner, but your aunt and grandparents take it out on you. The only reason your mother's sister took you in was because she gets a tax cut for listing you as living with her.

"How old are you, Miss (Y/N)?" The human officer asks.

"Twenty…somethin'…" You aren’t for sure, never celebrated your birthday.

"I think the baker will be willing to forgive if we return the bread. Yeosang?" The officer looks at the dog and you do as well.

"The poverty shelter doesn't take cats, does it? Just dogs?"

"Yessir." The dog, Yeosang, sighs, glancing back to you. The rain seems to be waiting as well, only a few drops falling as you look nervously between the two men. What are they going to do with you?

"She can stay with me, if that’s alright with her." Yeosang casts you a look, his gaze warm and you blink in shock. Charity? Wow, you’ve heard of it before…

"Any where’s better than auntie's…" Your tail is still whipping and the elder officer nods with a hum.

"Thank you, son. You may get off your shift early. Make sure she gets a good hot meal." The human smiles warmly himself and heads off toward the bakery, bread bag in hand.

"Are ya sure? I'm notta hassle?"

"No, kitten. Let's get you some meat." The hand that had been on your arm goes to your upper back so he can pull you to walk next to him, then he leads you presumably to his home. Right as you get under the awning over his front door, the rain starts to pour.

~υ-υ~

"Slow down, love. There's plenty." The dog is way gentler with you than you expected. His home is nice and warm, cozy, and smells good. He’s presented you with bread that he’d bought the day before, as well as some cured meats, cheese, even some fruit. Not sure where to start, you reach carefully for a slice of summer sausage and then your vision goes red, your appetite raring to full force. Yeosang huffs in amusement, able to hear the rapid purr you let out as you eat. When he removed his uniform coat, he just had on a thin white button up underneath. The shirt does very little to hide the obvious muscle underneath, the buttons struggling to hold still over his chest. As you started to eat, he rolls the sleeves up to above his elbow, showing toned forearms. He eats more leisurely, and once you’re no longer ravenous, you slow your pace. You take each chance you get to look over him, he’s absolutely stunning.

"Yer' from the far east, yah?" You ask around a mouthful of different things you’ve just shoved in. He hums with a nod and your eyes flick to the water ewer he’s set on the table, and he pours some into a stein. Eagerly taking the drink, you chug it down, a little bit of the water dripping past your bottom lip. Letting out a groaning exhale after you’ve gotten everything down, you slump in your chair. You haven't felt so full in so long and you weren’t expecting to get a nice meal when you stole the bread.

"Are ya' likes…a saint or somethin?" You ask, not sure why he’d help you.

"Pardon me?"

"You know, like those folks in the Bible that help…saints or whatever…" Your nail clicks against the glass cup you’re holding. You aren’t very educated, but you try to retain what little bit of information you have learned.

"Oh, um, no. I think I would just qualify as generous." He smiles bashfully and you let out an 'ah' in realization.

"Thanks for the meal…I um, I don’t wanna go home but…"

"You don't have to go back there, kitten." The dog smiles, his own pointed ear drooping a bit along with his pitying gaze. Normally that look pisses you off, but you just feel bashful then.

"Do you have somewhere I can go, then?"

"I told you; you can stay here. I have a spare room anyway. It's hard for women to find work, harder yet for a cat hybrid…" He pauses to think it seems.

"I-I can clean! Or, uh…well, I'm good at physical stuff, I can run…places." You aren’t sure what else specifically you can do, your only 'skill' is cleaning. Or stealing.

"If you want to help with housekeeping, that's up to you. I am more worried how people might see a man and woman living together outside of marriage." The dog grimaces a bit.

"Oh. Right." You hadn't thought about that… It’s one thing for normal everyday people, but he’s a public officer.

"What if ya’ hire me? As yer' official housekeep? That won’t look suspect, yeah?" You offer.

"That’ll probably work. For now. Here." He stands up, motioning for you to follow him. You do so, going toward the narrow front entryway and then up the steep stairs to his second floor. There’s a room to the left, but he lets you into the one on the right, the door right on the landing. It’s pretty bare, and to most, small. However, it’s way bigger than where you’d been before and has a real bed.

"I-I can really stay here?" You feel your throat tighten, stepping further in.

"Of course, love. Tomorrow we can figure out the details, why don't you get some sleep?" You turn back to look at him, that warm and sincere smile still present. Overcome with emotion, you pounce forward, wrapping your arms around his toned middle, cheek to his chest.

"Thank you, Yeosang!" You sniff, trying not to bawl. He rests his hand on your head, thumb rubbing the back of your ear.

"You're welcome, (Y/N)."

~₸u₸~

Over the next two months, you live the best days of your life. Yeosang has commented that his house has never looked so clean, even though it wasn’t messy before. After the third day there, and you’d thrown up from overeating, you pace yourself more. Finally, you’re used to being well fed, and you no longer look like you’re actually starving. The second week you’re there, he takes you to a tailor and buys you two new outfits, ones that actually fit. You prefer the simple shirt and pants, but he also gets you a simple dress that’s a soft blue. You cried. You’ve been crying a lot, so touched by how sweet he is.

One day, you’re in the market to buy a few things. No one that you have stolen from in the past knows it’s you. Combined with being healthy and clean, you’re also in a nice dress and your hair is done.

"(Y/N)!?" The voice makes you stop cold, hand still reaching for a squash on the seller's stall table. Your aunt.

"You stupid twat!" She screeches and before you can register where she is, her hand is in your hair, claws scratching your scalp. You yowl, dropping your basket, potatoes and apples rolling away. People gasp, turning to watch the fight, but not stepping in to help.

"I've had to pay more than ever now that you left! I had to pay a bloody fine as well, endangering a ward or something! You little whore! I know you're living with a man not your husband! What would your mother think, you raising your tail for a dog?!" She’s screaming, hissing and spitting. You try to get her to let you go, but don’t want to fight and ruin your dress. You know the words she’s speaking aren’t true, but the people around don’t, and you don’t want the negative gossip to go against Yeosang. When a blowing whistle hits your ears, you mewl in relief, rapid footsteps nearing. The horrible woman is pulled away from you, and you slump into a pile, holding your head.

"(Y/N), are you okay, love?" Yeosang is quick to your side, looking over your head. A growl is rumbling in his chest as he shoots a searing glare at the other woman. You don’t look up to see who the other officers are subduing her, burying your head in Yeosang's chest to hide.

"Oh, kitten." He whines, holding you to him. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he easily lifts you, carrying you toward home, ignoring the stares and whispers.

~

As you sit on the table, he dabs at the scratches with a cloth dipped in alcohol, the disinfectant stinging. You wince again and he apologizes, trying to be gentle.

"Did you hear what she said?" you whisper. Your eyes are glossing over the bottle next to you, brain trying to process the letters you see. Yeosang has been teaching you, but you can only read the big word, 'VODKA'.

"It's not true, so it doesn't matter." he whispers back.

"Maybe…I should leave?" Your voice cracks, really not wanting to follow through with the suggestion. The cloth on your head leaves and he steps back, hand going to your chin to tilt your head back. He looks over your face, noticing your red blotchy cheeks and glossy eyes.

"Why?"

"Because…what if it comes back and hurts you…?" You sniff, trying to avoid his eyes. His hand leaves your chin, but then both go to cup your cheeks.

"(Y/N), kitten, I would be heartbroken if you left." The dog's deep voice is so warm, soft, like his hugs.

"Yeah?" He wipes a tear away from your eye and smiles, leaning forward and pressing his forehead to yours.

"Yes. If you're so worried…" He drifts off, one hand leaving your jaw to take yours.

"What if we get married?" He finishes and it’s like time stops. Your ears start to ring, and you slowly lift your head back up to look him in the eye again.

"What?" Your voice is so soft that if he wasn’t a dog or another hybrid, he probably wouldn’t have heard.

"(Y/N), I know it's only been a couple months, but I've fallen in love with you. I want you to stay with me." He brings your hand to his mouth, kissing your knuckles. You burst into tears then, crying hard, harder than you have before, babbling nonsense.

"I-I-I want to stay too!" You cry and he pulls you into his chest, thumb rubbing the back of your ear.

"Then?"

"I wanna be your wife." You mumble, sniffing hard so you don’t drip snot on his uniform shirt.

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The next few minutes are practically a blur, your mind finally catches up as your back hits his bed, his lips fervently pressing to yours. His breath is heaving, chest rumbling and his sandalwood and rosewater scent is growing stronger. You feel like he’s going to swallow you whole, and you wonder why it’s said cats and dogs don’t get along. You’ve never felt so loved unconditionally and wholly but by Yeosang, a dog, despite that you’re a cat. An alley cat at that. In that moment though, you truly see him as a big, strong working dog, easily surrounding the little stray cat that has been taken into his home. But instead of growling and scaring the little kitty, the big pup has laid down and wrapped around the small cat, protecting and loving her.

"Your tongue's rough." He huffs in amusement, only pulling back a second before his mouth seals back to yours, tongue wrapping around your smaller one. You whimper and mewl, head growing hazy from his kisses. Your back arches as his mouth leaves yours, trailing to your jaw and down to your neck. As he unbuttons your dress, he licks and sucks over the skin revealed, tugging at the fabric to get it over your breasts so he can shuck it off. The dress floats down to the floor behind him, settling on the floor with a flutter. Once you’re down to your undergarments, nothing more than a thin chemise and light set of stays, he sits up to kneel over you. He’s luckily taken his uniform jacket off earlier, because in his haste to remove his shirt, two of the buttons fly off, clattering against the wood floor. You have seen him shirtless before, but never had the opportunity to touch, so you have to take the chance. Yeosang chuckles, his ears drooping a bit in pleasure as your small, warm hands run over the smooth skin of his chest and stomach. He really is physical perfection. Biting your lip, your hands go to work on his belt, and he takes the chance to untie your stays. You feel a little more air flow easier through your lungs as he pulls the garment off and you squeak as he moves. Quickly, so quickly, he pulls your chemise off as well, leaving you bare, and essentially picks you up and tosses you back up the bed. As you try to get your bearings, you don’t notices him resting his stomach on the bed.

“Y-Yeosang!” Your nails dig fast into the sheets as his long tongue lapped a path through your slit. A growl rumbles from him and his hands hold your thighs apart so he can slide his tongue into your cunt, the feeling makes you twitch and shiver. He’s breathing so hard through his nose you feel the puffs of air against your clit, tail flicking against the bed. Something is rising fast in your tummy, and he can feel your gummy walls clench unevenly around his tongue. The dog’s nose bumps your clit once more and you nearly squeal as your orgasm hits. He eagerly drinks up the slick that flows from you, licking his chops as he pulls away once you’re done. He smiles down at you, softly, admiring your red face and heaving chest. Before you can really come to reality, he’s flips you onto your stomach. There’s some rustling, and you’re too busy trying to register what just happened, the next thing you know, his bare body is laying over yours. He doesn’t rest down too hard, he’s bigger and heavier, but you shiver at his skin on yours, hard chest to your back. You shiver as his hard cock nestles in the crook your ass.

"Big as my fuckin' arm…" You huff to yourself, and he chuckles, biting his lip, chest rumbling.

"Think your sweet cunt can take it?" His deep voice right in your ear is in itself orgasmic and your core is rapidly heating. You’re pretty sure you haven't had a heat in so long from being in poor health, and so it seems your system needs to compensate. Your entire body is rapidly rising in temperature, he can tell from where his skin pressed to yours. The delightful scent of vanilla and lavender you normally exude growing stronger, the aroma filling his lungs. You whimper when his strong arm wraps under your stomach, lifting your hips into the air as he grinds his cock against your weeping folds. He isn’t normally one for crass language likes you, but he’s spewing sweet filth as you try to formulate a thought to respond. The heat is nearly growing painful, and even though he’s huge and you inexperienced, you need him inside.

"Such a pretty pussy, kitten. Bet it's leaking so much to let me in. Take my cock and my knot." He groans when he runs his thumb up your slit, gathering your slick that’s nearly dripping from your core.

"Want me to ruin your cunt, love? Split you open, fuck you silly, then pump you full. I wonder if a kitty can even get pregnant by a dog. Guess we'll find out…" It seems your heat is sending him into a semi-rut, his mind is full of nothing but sinking into you and fucking you into the mattress. He’s honestly wanted to for weeks but has tried to keep the thoughts away.

"Y-Yeosang! Please!" You mewl, nails digging into his pillow, tail flailing back and forth. You yowl when his strong hand grabs your tail at the base, wrapping some of the length around his fist, tugging on it. He smirks as your cunt let out another glob of slick from the sensation, your rapid purr growing in strength.

"Not just my wife, but my mate. Want your womb to hold my pups…" The male chuckles, adjusting to press the fat head of his leaking cock against your core. You shiver, a bit worried he’s too big, but you need him. And his knot.

"Hold on, kitten." He licks his lips to prevent the saliva that has gathered from leaking, holding the base of your tail and hip for leverage. Your breath hitches, cunt spasming as he starts to press in. He watches in delight as your folds eagerly stretch and suck his cock in, even more slick spilling out, leaving a puddle on his bed. The base of his cock has already started to swell a bit, but he isn’t going to knot you so soon. No, he’s going to have his way with you for a good long while first.

"Fuck!" You squeal, claws puncturing his bedding, teeth digging into the pillow. His hot cock is searing through you, the burn of the stretch just fueling the fire in your womb further. Tears sprung to your eyes and you gasp for air, intense waves of pleasure crashing over you, sending you to climax before he’s even halfway in. Yeosang feels your gummy walls clench and pulse around him, and he throws his head back, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he groans. The grip on your tail tightens just a bit and you cry out at his slow ease, but his restraint is wavering.

"J-just do it, 'Sang~" You mewl, sparks of arousal shooting up your spine from your tail. He don’t hesitate with your consent, and he snaps his hips to bury the last few inches into your hot vice. Your vision spots as the head of his dick presses at your womb, hips pressed to your backside. He sits there for a bit, letting you get used to the searing pleasure, grinding down into you every so often. As he hears your breathing even out a bit more, you let out a big shudder and he releases your tail, falling forward so his hands catch him on the bed. The dog lets out a small whimper, furrowing his brow. A clawed hand goes to your sternum, and he helps you hold yourself up on your arms, so your back is parallel to his chest. His nose runs over your shoulder, right next to your neck and your body tenses in preparation, your cunt tightening even further. With a little lick, his teeth dig into your skin, and he sucks and licks as he bites, sealing you as his mate. Your eyes roll back into your head, most of your strength leaving you as you cum again, spurts of slick drenching his groin and balls. Pulling back from the mark, he licks the blood away and you fall onto your chest, using what little strength you have left to grip the already torn sheets.

"Ready?" He doesn’t wait for your response, slowly puling his hips back, cock halfway in, then fucks back into you. You yelp, his rapid and hard pace is immediate, no build up, and your brain is ending up as fucked as your cunt. You’re babbling and mewling, tail thrashing before he grips it once more, holding your hips still as his batters against your ass. His free hand snakes down to your stomach, and he groans at the shallow bulge that’ll form each time he buries to the hilt, your tiny body straining to take him. You bite the pillow again, using it to muffle your scream as he plows through another one of your orgasms. His thrusts grow shallower, burying deep each time and fucking back in just by an inch, hard and grinding. Your eyes cross when the base of your core starts to burn once more, pussy searing as his knot starts to swell. He whimpers between grunts and growls, head thrown back, sweat slick black strands tickling his upper back.

"I'm going to breed you, kitten. Fill you with my seed till you have my pups. Even if it takes all night." He groans as your cunt flutters once more and he gives one more hard thrust, letting his knot swell. You gasp and heave at the feeling; he hasn’t even begun to cum yet. When the hot spurts start to fill you, flooding your weeping womb, you nearly pass out. The sticky fluid dowses the fire that your body had set, and his hips jolt with each squirt, pressing as deep as he can. As the waves of his orgasm fade, he lets your tail go, falling forward once more, heaving for breath himself. You’re breathing heavily, but otherwise quiet and he glances down to look at your face. You’re still conscious, barely, eyes staring blankly at the wall, tears drying on your cheek and drool has left a dark spot under your mouth. Gently, so much so compared to his rough fucking, he pets your hair, pulling a few strands away from your sweaty brow.

"I love you, (Y/N)." He whispers and he notices your lips quirk gently into a small smile.

"Love you too~"

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Hello Good morning/evening/night! I just stumble across your blog and i love your work •v•

Just wondering have you ever though of platonic yandere bsd with Male child reader who have Makima or even Nayuta personality and ability of controling people because that would be interesting

A:n- ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs I ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ.. Bᴜᴛ I ᴡɪʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀssᴜᴍᴇ ɪᴛ ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ɢᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ, sᴏʀʀʏ ɪғ ɪᴛ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴋɪɴɢ sɪɴᴄᴇ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ.

Nᴏʀ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ

Part 2 here

Part 3 here

Y/n- your name

Warning: protective, mention of mori.

Y/n is from the agency.

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If one where to describe y/n, they would describe him as the most adorable child from the agency.

You were just 10-12 years old, with a charming innocent smile that melts every agency heart, heck even Kyouka heart as she view you as a younger brother.

Which lead to the question of the suspicion of your ability. The main reason why you are in the agency.

At first Dazai was curious of why a child in the agency maybe, someone brother? He assume but later on he caught up that your ability to control someone movements like a puppet is truly magnificent and dangerous.

He was reminded of Yumeno, the child at the mafia who can mind control others who have hurt him but yours were worse in a way as an unknown force seems to work for your part as it is known as force manipulation.

(I'm not that sure how Makima ability is since I didn't watch Chainsaw man and Some of her ability won't be mention as it is just going to brief one).

The more Dazai pry the more he realise the kid was not an angel but also a very demanding personality.

He realise that the flaw of you that every members on the agency sighed about leading Ranpo and you having childish tanthrums though Ranpo never won as you seems to cry out when he refuse to give you sweets.

"Can't you give me the choco-balls sweets?" You cried as Ranpo gaze away.

"No!"

"Wahhh! Ranpo-san is bad!!!" You cried and run away leaving a guilty Ranpo who later comes to you and handed you the sweets making you hug him happily.

"Ranpo-san is the best"

"Of course I'm! Don't ever forget that" he said proudly as you hug him while chuckling happily. Such a cute child you are.

The worst for Dazai was you love dogs, oh the audacity of you bringing a puppy into the agency hiddenly and it almost bite him!.

"Kunikida-kun! Who brought this monstrous thing!" Shouted Dazai escaping the puppy who seems to want to bite Dazai hand that was wrapped in bandage.

"Mo! Dazai-san" you pouted while holding your puppy who was waving its tail happily making Dazai pout.

"Not fair! You should like cats! Cats are the most adorable thing!"

"So? I like dogs they are cute!"

"So are cat!"

"They are loyal and tamable!"

"Ahhh! Take it away!" Scream Dazai while running away as you hold up your puppy tuning after him to pet it.

It was Fun to watch for Kunikida who first time enjoy Dazai misery

Maybe he will let the puppy come time to time to distract/punish the lazy potato from not doing work.

Well, regardless you were just a child with sweet personality but also a demanding, stubborn personality too.

But the whole agency knows that they would rather hide your ability rather than making the other organisation to target you.

Regardless that even president is like your grandfather or sort whom you cling onto on rare times to get sweets.

Most likely you annoy Ranpo to share his sweets, which leads the chaotic arguments.

But fortunately, Naomi brought two same flavour sweets so that you both won't argue about different sweet flavour which you haven't tasted is eaten by the other or sort.

You do have parents who left you astray but.. They did came to take you one time as you were taken a back.

The elders of the agency said they will speak with them as Naomi, Sakura, Kyouka, Kenji, Jun'churo and Atsushi took you away to play or sort as the others talk with your biological parents.

Well, let's just say you are just a kid, when you hear your parents left without telling you, you refuse to show how heartbroken you were as the agency members try to cheer you up which they succeeded.

You only hope your parents will come back to take you home, since.. Agency is good but you are not a detective and precisely your just 10-12 year old child who misses their parents warmed.

But that is only a hopeful thought as you are unaware that your.. Parents will never visit you ever again.

After all you belong to agency who can protect you, right?

"Don't worry, Y/n-kun we can go to the aquarium alright!" Said Atsushi as he notice your frown which turn to a childish smile.

"Really?"

"Yep!"

"Will the others come too?"

"Hmm? Why not ask them, shall we?" Said Atsushi who was the one succeeding on making you gleam happily.

The agency happily agreed to go.

Let's just say the port mafia were there to and Mori was confused and curious of Why Fukuzawa have a boy with him and why the whole crew of the agency in the aquarium?

Well, he was confused when Elise was the one approach you when you got lost around the aquarium as he approach you both.

"Elise-chan! I told you not to leave my hand!"

"But Rintarou! He is lost!" Said Elise who hold your hand as you were sniffling as Mori approach you.

"Say, aren't you the boy from the agency?"

"You.. Know them?"

"Yes, Do you want to come with us while.. We search of the agency member?"/

"Really?"

"Yes really" said Mori as Elise smile to reassure you and drag you with her as Mori just tag along.

Let's just say the agency were in panic in search of you.

And Ranpo was the one who use his glasses to find out where you were last been. But they found no one making the chaotic drama in the aquarium by the agency asking about your whereabouts to the people.

In suspicion that they might have kidnapped you or sort.

After all, your the most adorable kid, aren't you?

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A:n- that's all good day/night to you all! I hope you have a great day ahead.

[janahanooo]

Yuu: and also, I don't know how to sew. Case closed

Ace: then ask someone from Pomefior?

Deuce: yeah, I bet Vil-san would gladly tailor your clothes

Yuu: I also have the brain of a fried chicken...

Vil: Potato 1, 2 and 3. Why are you here?

Ace: Yuu needs clothes

Deuce: specificaly with holes on the back

Vil: huh?

Yuu: yeah, it's for my wings

Vil: your what now? Since when?

Yuu: since birth, and I was just lazy to tell anyone about them

Vil: I'm afraid to even ask what happened to your arm then

Ace: they broke it while trying to fly again, dumbass *smacks Yuu on the head*

Vil: let me guess, it was your feline friend's idea?

Yuu: you know us too well

While making this, I thought about the entrance ceremony and how Yuu would probably hide their wings and all, but that's for another post.

I might make this into a short series or something, cus I'm having fun thinking of a winged yuu and how did no one (maybe except Rook, that stalker boy) knew about their wings up until now

[femdomdiaries]

Random Gojo Headcanons

If yall want me to put any of these into a separate post to better fit your blog theme let me know. It’s just random thoughts rn.

Tw: NSFW below cut. MDNI. One of these mentions breeding qnd pregnancy kink, the other mentions that gojo is a service switch.

SFW Headcanons (Realistic)

He's canonically addicted to sweets so do not underestimate what he would do for a Klondike bar.

On a museum date he would giggle and point everytime he sees a naked statue.

Doesn’t sleep often but when he does he often has nightmares about his past. Never when you’re around.

Doesn't drink but is fluent in drunk and can often be found being a bad influence to intoxicated people at parties.

Hope you don't get embarrassed easily because he has no shame and there will be loads of PDA.

Doesn’t wear headphones for the same reason he doesn’t get drunk.

He would steal your clothes, then when you catch him wearing your stuff, he'd deny that they're yours. You can't really fight him about it because he honestly wears it better anyway.

If you’re shorter than him (he’s 6’3 so likely), he rests his chin on your head when he hugs you from behind.

Chronically late so you have to tell him things in advance.

He always wins competitive games so now he tends to stick to creativity oriented ones like Minecraft. From an artistic perspective he tends to suck at those.

Obscure/Crack Headcanons

He licks the icing off the oreos and puts them back in the package.

Snags bites of your food but complains if you eat his food.

To make up for stealing your clothes he'd order you a "smoking hot outfit" he saw online. But when it arrives it’s barbie doll sized.

Don’t worry, he also got you these really nice shoes. But when the shoes come in they're also barbie doll sized. He puts them on his fingers and walks them up your face.

When he grabs ass or gropes you anywhere he says honk honk or beep beep or something like that.

Still has the original flappy bird on his phone. He holds the high score. Could have gotten higher but he lost interest after a couple thousand.

He made a portrait of you out of macaroni art. You keep it at your job. Your coworkers often say how they wish their children were still in the cute art making stage.

His phone wallpaper is a picture of you naked with hot face emojis censoring your private bits.

His lock screen is you with the potato filter.

Keeps a plant because plants are often unpredictable so even he wouldn't get that right by default.

Had an Undertale phase. You know how Sans is lazy and puts forth no effort because he knows it’ll all just be reset by the player anyway? Gojo canonically doesn’t get involved in major conflicts or try to solve everything because he knows that when he dies it’ll all just revert back to the usual. Twinnem.

Actively played pokemon go when it came out and was definitely on team instinct. Probably trespassed in weird places tryna catch rare pokemon and was single handedly carrying team instinct in his region. (Arguments could be made for team Mystic)

NSFW headcanons (realistic)

Bros the type to beg for sex in public then giggle loudly when you're trying not to get caught in the public bathroom

Since he's kinda just the best at everything, he's been worshipped his whole life, so praise would just go over his head. But degrading him? Using power play to humiliate him or make him seem inadequate in some way? Works wonders.

He would send you really explicit texts and get you all hot and bothered only for it to turn out that he was talking about tres leches cake.

Playfully mocks you for not being able to keep up with his stamina.

While he may have infinite cursed energy, he has a limit to his physical stamina and does eventually get tired after going too many rounds.

Believes that the future rides on the youth, so heavy on the breeding kink and pregnancy kink. Wants kids so if you'll allow it best believe this man is not pulling out.

Obscure/Crack NSFW Headcanons

As a service switch he's more than willing to make up for outperforming you by servicing you on demand. It doesn't matter where or when you're horny, he's all yours.

He gets even more turned on when you push him past his limits to use him like a toy.

Says he wants to bring "a special friend" to bed but it's just a stray cat he found. (If you're allergic, it's a life sized cat plush.)

Answers the phone during sex and doesn't care how loud you are, will talk as if nothing else is going on

"Oh, I have to take this. Oi, Nanami. Yes, this is a good time. Hmm? Oh, nobody's hurt, that's just (Y/n). Say hi (Y/n)."

You'd think his favorite sex toy would be some type of gawk gawk 3000 but no, it's a fleshlight that glows in the dark.

Would love to be a rope bunny but he’s just too strong and always breaks the restraints when he gets excited.

He’ll still want to be tied up if only for aesthetics. Maybe you’ll find curse imbued cuffs on the dark web or something.

[oladthepancake]

HELLOOO EVERYONE!

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HERE

LOOK

I put off publishing this post for a long time because I was too lazy to write all the information that I want to put here, but here I am, showing you my two models for vitubing, created entirely by myself with my own hands on my laptop!

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but before that I think it’s worth starting with an idea! And the idea came mega spontaneously:

This handsome man and I watched a couple of videos with Neuro-Sama and suddenly this dialogue appears:

- How about we become VTubers?

- seriously?

- yeah

- Let's go.

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Even though this decision was mega harsh and rather profane, it charged me with motivation and allowed me to get out of the art block a little

After all, I REALLY love learning new programs and things for myself.

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Time:

• 5 days to draw both models

• A week to animate them

Programs:

Krita (drawing)

life2D + his brother (animation of models and adding additional emotions)

Vtube Studio (Launch models)

Obs (video filming)

Energy Source:

God knows

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So who were my victims of this experiment?

As expected, my avatar was my alter ego Temmie, and for our mega partner/boyfriend we chose his alter ego Sans from Freedomtale!

Since the path is completely new and unfamiliar to me, I desperately searched on YouTube for all kinds of videos and tutorials, as a result of which I found the most understandable and enjoyable series of videos from Lazu-Tan, which I mainly relied on when making avatars

Next, having found it on the Internet and installed the necessary programs on the laptop, I scribbled sketches that would later grow into models:3

after this stage there is a boring process of drawing the models directly, grouping a bunch of layers (a separate layer was needed for each moving object, such as separate layers for each strand of hair and grouping into a common group with hair. This was an unusual thing and made me really strain my brain)

Having saved both files in .psd format, I put them into a new program called Life2D! I needed this program to create animations of the very layers that I had distributed and grouped earlier. head turns, hair physics, eye blinks, additional emotions - this is all the merit of the great Life2D and those 43 days of the trial of the full version, which he so kindly provided me with for creativity... in fact, I thank you for the conditional “deadline”, because without it, God knows when I would have finished this project under other circumstances

When working, there were a lot of problems due to insufficient knowledge about the operation of the application, which is why sometimes I felt like a would-be programmer who couldn’t find an error in his code for several days (I tried to program, I know what I’m talking about)

It would seem hurray, everything is ready! however, here the finishing touches await us.

Those additional emotions (like blush, stars, tears) that should be activated by assigned keys must first be configured through a separate program that is installed with Life2D

in general, the procedure is not complicated, and I even found it somewhat pleasant

After this, the models can be considered ready, they just need to be put into the files of an application such as Vitube Studio, after which you can play your character at the camera or use them for streaming or making videos!

I published videos demonstrating the capabilities of my models on my YouTube

It was an ultra-mega interesting experience, and I will not hesitate to say this, and I am proud of the results:3

for streaming, however, all that remains is to turn my little potato into a more or less tolerable laptop, but I think sooner or later I will be able to solve this issue

@thefreedomskeleton

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Thank you if you are reading this and wish you a wonderful time of day!

[undertale-fic-librarby]

hey can i get a fic rec for sans x a mage reader?

im also open to sans x OC

<333

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

The Way We Were Meant To Be by jixhexus (Explicit, Incomplete)

As far back as you could remember, you had been trained with one goal in mind: To protect the human race from monsters that would one day return from the shadowy depths they were banished to. And then they returned. And funny thing, they were peaceful. So you're without purpose in a world that demands nothing from you. You make an offer to the town you live on the outskirts of - An offer that's one punny skeletons last resort. And somehow, it helps.

The Human Condition by Diamondflame33 (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

You're human enough you suppose, for a person with magic. You don't really bother about it under normal circumstances, so most people don't really wonder about it. Sometimes, it's so much a part of you you even forget it's there and just live your life normally. So when you end up using it on a complete stranger, and get pulled into more unusual circumstances than you're comfortable with, you figure perhaps that fate is tired of you ignoring it.

Potato Soup (with a side of skeleton) by AnonakiTheGreat, PumpkinPancakes (Mature, Incomplete)

You had a bad experience with skeletons. After living with your skeleton roommate for just a month (you refuse to even think of his name now, but it rhymed with pans,) he had the audacity to kick you out, forcing you to live in some forest where he straight up dumped you. So, three years later, it's exciting when you find a skeleton dead in your forest, a gaping hole in their skull. But hey, bone broth for dinner didn’t sound too bad. == Tired of being chased for food all across fics in Horrortale? Well, how the turntables, cause now YOU get to cook yourself some skeleton stew. Wait… he's still alive? Oh... *cough* drown him in the soup *coughcough*

Collaborations by AlytheSinSlug (Mature, Incomplete)

You are a mage, and the first lab assistant at the New Hotland Lab. After a lifetime of hiding your magical abilities, you're surprised to find that monsters are far more accepting of you, going so far as to become your friends. You're even more surprised when a certain pun-slinging skeleton seems to want to be more than friends.

Blindfolded by NanoMan03 (Mature, Incomplete)

You're a mage. A strong one at that. Granted, you're blind, but whatever, hasn't stopped you before, won't stop you now. With the introduction of monsters to the surface and mages coming out of hiding your life has gone from the usual lazy one you always had to suddenly being way more action-packed. Who likes action? You'll take lazy 11 out of 10 times. But hey. Maybe an action-packed life isn't so bad. After all, it leads to you meeting a certain boney guy that you just can't seem to get out of your head. Must be magic.

[sociopathicartist]

Sans Headcanons

(Some romantic, some platonic, some just general ideas, will label them)

G - Sans probably fidgets a lot.

Not something too noticeable, you’d have to be paying close attention to notice it. Just simple things like tugging on the sleeves of his beloved jacket, or making sure his gloves are snug and tight on his hands. Also just other easy fidget stuff- shifting his weight from one leg to the other, swaying side to side a bit. He keeps his hands in his pockets a lot since he doesn’t like when people comment on it. It’s an easy way for his mind to stay distracted and calm whenever he’s not sleeping or watching a show. His fidgeting isn’t that noticeable, he doesn’t have the energy to bounce his leg or twirl something in his hand all the time, that sounds exhausting, but just something to keep him occupied while he’s busy doing nothing or watching his friends chatter around him.

G - He reads labels on literally everything.

Why? Nobody’s too sure. Anytime he’s handed a soda, or a bottle of ketchup, or he sees his brother’s shampoo in the shower (which he finds funny which brand Papyrus buys since he doesn’t even have hair), he just grabs it and reads the ingredients. It’s just interesting to him what’s inside stuff, and he finds it funny whenever there’s something unexpected. Why is there Red Dye 40 in a potato chip bag? He’s not sure, but he’s glad he just read the ingredients and found out that silly gem. Maybe it’s something else to keep his mind occupied, or perhaps it’s just a silly quirk he has that nobody really questions or notices. Either way, he will be reading the label and ingredients on anything you give him.

R - He loves dropping casual compliments.

Anytime he sees you. Anytime.

‘god, you look great.’

‘i like that color on you’

‘hey, beautiful.’

Just drop of a hat 24/7, almost anytime he speaks. He loves letting you know just how amazing you are, and what’s a better and easier way to show that? It’s something that he can do all the time too- over text, on call, in person, on paper. Unlike other ways to show love like physical touch or making you breakfast in the mornings, compliments and cute nicknames are something he can always give to you.

G / P / R - He’s set in his way a lot of the time.

Nothing demeaning or anything. I can’t place the right word for it, but a good example would be if someone was debating or telling him something that he didn’t think was right, all they’d hear is,

‘yeah’

‘uh-huh’

‘surrrree.”

It wouldn’t apply to serious things like arguments where he needs to be mature and communicate, but it would apply to just an opinion debate. Something like, what color is better for this, what this person is doing that he thinks is wrong but another thinks it’s fine. Sure, it’s not the most mature thing, but everyone has quirks or flaws to them that aren’t very mature. It can feel a bit mocking or facetious when he does it, almost like what you are saying is just kinda being tuned out.

P - He thinks of you a lot.

I put this under the platonic category, but it can for sure apply to romantic.

He likes to send little photos to you over the text of something he saw that reminded him of you. He’ll try and watch a movie or listen to a song that you said you liked. Just little things that he does because he values your friendship, not even needing a romantic reason. He just cares for you, so of course he’s going to take on a hobby you suggested he tries, or cook something you said you liked for both him and Papyrus to try. Why wouldn’t he do that? He’s thoughtful, that’s what friends do.

G - He pays a lot of attention to random things.

I guess this doubles with him fidgeting a lot and reading labels on stuff, but I wanted to elaborate a bit more. He’s a detailed character even though he’s very lazy and nonchalant. He pays attention to people, we know this from in-game dialogue, why wouldn’t it be the same for surroundings? He looks away quite a bit when talking to Frisk in the game, so it’s natural to assume he has a bit of a hard time holding eye contact. When he’s talking to his friends or whenever he’s maybe just alone, he likes to look around at things while he listens. He’ll see the ducks wander across the street, or maybe take note of how hot it is outside that day. He just likes focusing on the small details in life that help remind him a bit of his current state and keep him mentally grounded, whether they’re important to other people or not. Little things like noticing the drawings on coffee to-go cups, or how the color of the sidewalk becomes a bit lighter whenever he takes a turn down a certain street all just help him think a little bit clearer. Grasp a bit more onto reality, let him know everything is real and he’s here. He also just likes noticing the things nobody else really does.

Sorry for not uploading in a while! I’ve been enjoying my summer break:), but I’ll be back to uploading pretty regularly. Do you guys want to see more general headcanons like these, or should I stick to romantic/domestic ones? Hope you enjoyed it!

[valeriele3]

While listening to Guy.exe I got reminded of the edits/memes with the song like those fake texts thing sooo..

(I’m too lazy to make it into a fake text so here and yes, I mean to put “you” not “Yuu”)

Warning: Cringe

Ace: Alright! We’ve gathered everyone here today to ask the prefect..What their type is!

Leona: Who cares about the herbivores type..I’m gonna go yawn plus that dragon bastard is here

Ace: Nope! No one’s getting out of this room until we get our answer!

Vil: Not everyone has the time for your shenanigans

Deuce: Guys! The prefects on their way

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Ace: (serious face) Prefect..I— We have a very important question that only you can answer

You: What is it..?

Ace: What’s your type?

You: …

Deuce: Well?

You: ..Are you serious right now?

ADeuce: Very serious

You: You made me run all the way over here panicking just to answer this question?!

Ace: Yes yes yes I may have exaggerated a bit but answer the question!

You: I— Fine.

You: My type is.. Wait what if I..do that thing?Surely that song doesn’t exist here?

Everyone waits with a bated breath

You: A picture perfect guy..

You: Where all the boys at with emotional stability?

Deuce: What’s emotional stability..?

You: Nice car, a ceo, and almost just as smart as me

Kalim: Oh! I have a lot of cars!

Ace: Pfft..Smart..You want someone as dumb as you? Smack Ow!

You: Shut up..Ahem..Back to what I was saying

You: Where all the boys at with financial security?

You: A doctor,

Heartslabyul gang: Dorm leader?!

Riddle: E-Eh..?! What nonsense are you talking about?! Off with your head!

You: A model, a man of possibilities

Epel: Vil-San?!

Vil: You have good taste Potato

You: They say, “expectations are too high, and you’ll never find a guy like that. It’s driving you mad honey,”

Ace: Because it is high! Smack

You: They say that “It’s just a waste of time, get your head out of the sky”

You: But why?

You: Oh I, wish I could synthesize, a picture perfect guy, oh I, oh I..

(At this point you’ve started fully singing and going to guys who fit the description)

You: Six feet tall and super strong

Leona: Hm?

You: We’d always get along, alright, hugs Jack alright

Jack: … (Jack has stopped functioning. Press the button to send help)

You: Ooh, he’d pick me up at eight, and not a minute late

You: ‘Cause I don’t like to wait, no

Malleus: Smile

You: Kind and ain’t afraid to cry

Kalim: gasp Jamil! Jamil! Do I really fit that description?!

Jamil: sigh yes

You: Or treat his momma right

Deuce: O-Oh..But I’ve hurt my mother a lot before

Trey: Ah..Thank you Prefect

You: That’s right, that’s what I like

You: I need a man who don’t get jealous ‘less I want him to

Cater: Oh? Yay~! Selfie! #ThePrefectsType #selfiewiththeprefect

You: A gentleman to take care of me in the bedroom

You: Romantic love but keep it rough, am I asking too much?

Everyone: …

Leona: I know how to keep it romantic and rough. I can show you right now if you wanted to smirk

Malleus: I suggest you keep your hands off of what’s mine Kingscholar

Lilia: Fufu~ I know just how to keep it romantic and rough Darling

Silver: Fa— Lilia-Sama! Σ('◉ ⌓ ◉’)

Everyone started fighting bickering on who can keep it the most romantic and rough in bed

Grim: FFGNA! No one’s going to bed my henchman! You need my approval first! Shoo shoo!

[gudvina]

If you’re still taking requests, how about a one shot of Hayffie watching Katniss and Peeta’s kids for the day? I feel like we need more Hayffie fluff, and shenanigans can ensue of course :)

Soft life

Ship: Effie Trinket/Haymitch Abernathy

Fandom: Hunger Games

Genre: tooth-rotting fluff

Can be read on AO3!

It was still early afternoon when Haymitch woke up from his nap. He had fallen asleep on the couch of his living room, lulled by the gentle spring breeze that swirled in from the open window. He opened his eyes to meet a pair of grey orbs with a lemon-zest mane.

The girl was sitting on the floor with a colouring book and pastels in front of her, an amused smile on her face that strongly resembled her mother’s.

“Hi!” she quipped.

“Robin, what are you doing here?” he moved into a sitting position, groaning when he felt the twinge in his neck. It was a stupid question, anyway. He knew the answer already. The Mellark children had inherited from their parents the bad habit of invading his house, almost as if it was another part of their own. And it was mostly Effie’s fault; she never seemed to be able to say no.

“How silly you are! We came to keep you company, of course. Mommy and Daddy worry an awful looot about you and MaMaw being all alone.” the kid explained, agitating her hands in the air.

Robin was just shy of six and had taken almost completely after her father, preferring her colouring book to more adventurous activities. Everyone adored her, and many parents seemed to envy her sweet temperament.

Nothing could have prepared them for what was coming.

Just a few years prior, Robin started emulating Effie. With her thick District Twelve accent, she used words like “refined” and “preposterous”, developing a keen interest in fashion and intricate fabric designs. Surprisingly, Katniss and Peeta didn’t seem to mind having their own District Twelve diva, even going so far as indulging her wishes whenever it was possible.

“Can’t be too lonely, when it’s the two of us” he snorted, stretching just enough to shake away the tiredness.

The kid shrugged and resumed her activity, and from what he could see she was colouring an elaborate outfit. He deduced the book had been shipped from the Capitol; the trends were a lot more subdued now but still ridiculous to him.

He heard footsteps and looked up to see Effie, walking in with a little Arlow babbling in her arms. Two years old and rambunctious, the boy looked more like his mother than Katniss herself.

“Oh, Grandpapa woke up!” Effie cooed as she sat on the rocking chair, sitting Arlow on her lap. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and she was wearing a light flowery dress that seemed to be fitting to the current season. Haymitch’s eyes softened as he watched her talk to the boy, making funny baby sounds, and moving her hands to tickle him.

“Grandpapa wonders why we can’t have a nice evening to ourselves, too” he smirked.

“Haymitch, don’t say these things in front of our grandbabies!”

“Babies? That girl will soon manage a clothing line, sweetheart”. He winked at Robin who beamed at his words.

“That she will, that she will!” Effie acquiesced with a proud smile on her face.

“MaMaw, do you think a floral motive would go well with a tartan?”

“A floral and tartan dress? That’s revolutionary darling, I’d wear it!”

“You’d wear a potato sack if pretty enough” he teased, watching as Arlow slowly fell asleep with his head on Effie’s chest. Lucky boy indeed.

“Robin, don’t listen to him, he knows nothing of fashion”.

“Is that why it’s MaMaw who buys your clothes?”

“No, MaMaw buys my clothes because I’m lazy”.

“And because you have no fashion sense”.

“Thank God for that, you’d have a stroke if I was the one setting trends. What would be left for you?”

Her eyes were narrowed into two slits, and he felt an otherworldly urge to kiss her pout away. He would have, sans Arlow and Robin. She seemed to have read his mind and her lips stretched into a smile, one of those only reserved for him.

He would have never thought this could be his life, and he certainly knew she would say the same. Sometimes it still seemed too good to be true. But they had lived together for years, now, and shared a bed every night without fail. Even when their demons screamed. Especially then.

Twelve had been good to them, even to Effie, despite all expectations. At first, it hadn’t been easy. She’d had to adapt to Twelve’s sensibilities and feel comfortable without her wigs and makeup to shield her from the world. And she still never went out without a scarf covering her hair, he and the children were the only ones allowed to see her real hair, the only ones she could be her true self with.

Not everyone had welcomed her with open arms when she’d come, but slowly that worked itself out as well.

If he’d been told this would be his life, a life where he was free, where he and Effie could simply be without problems, he would have probably laughed. Maybe even mocked. It would have been the response of a man who had no hope, it would have been fitting.

Things changed, he mused. Their life now was walks in the meadow, trips to the Hob where they’d bicker about what to buy or not, swims at the lake during warm summer days, and dozing off under the shade of a tree. It was feeding the geese, helping Peeta at the bakery, or accompanying Katniss on her hunting trips.

They had the children, and now Robin and Arlow too. It was a soft life. It was good.

[ask-potato-sans]

to: coach potato sans

you okay? also hi! i'm Kayla The Skeleton! and you are?

Btw I love your OC!! 💗💗

[ctl-yuejie]

What did you eat yesterday? ep. 5

I'm sick so I am catching up with this lovely show (fun facts: I just changed stations during my rotation and this week had a lot happening. got put in charge of the oversight over a bank. went to see killers of the flower moon which was like so long. didn't look that up in advance.)

. throwback time

love the direct comparison between kenji and nobu. kenji asking whether shiro was okay and nobu just doing his own thing.

this show continues to be slice-of-life at its finest. they really tackle the most interesting topics. having a type of man that doesn't fit and being happy with someone you didn't expect to be the right one for you.

have to say, i like the new store. reminds me of my local one. that really is so wonderful how they both are so considerate of each other. and the support at the hair dressers is just heart-wearming.

i admire shiro-san. i stopped peeling most of my veggies this years because i am too lazy (). even more brave: he wades into the argument on whether you should wash mushrooms with water

(interlude to tell you that my rizz is wasted. just had the perfect pick-up line to get a date and she fumbled it. oh - no. i stand corrected. i do have a date)

i need final input on how to best make an onsen egg, my method is the other way around. first boil the egg and then let it rest in cold water for another 7 minutes.

I just love the way Kenji runs around in the flat. Again. They are so considerate of each other. (I made potato salad with left over pickle brine today and I am tempted to get it out of the fridge to eat while watching).

Cannot overstate how great the structuring and pacing of this show is. J drama are generally very good in the slice-of-life genre and this one is peak performance. How food connects them so beautifully, a dish that both has the meaning of the first one Shiro prepared for Kenji and also how over time they have to admit that now it also holds the meaning of being a bit too heavy.

Just when I was typing this they talked about the connection and gradual changes.

Gods, I love how they put in the work to make their life more wonderful. Oh boy, these actors are also fantastic. The wet eyes while he is looking at the warmth of his and Kenji's flat.

[merofthefae]

About Me: Simblr Edition

Rules: You can use any Sims game to answer the questions.

Tagged by @tianshi88. Thanks, Love!

Your Three Traits: Brooding, Procrastinator, Couch Potato

Your Aspiration: Beach Life

In-game World You’d Live in: Probably Sulani or San Sequoia

Favorite Town(ies): Definitely Morgyn Ember and the Vatore Siblings I play with the most, but I also gotta give it to Greg and Kalamainu'u Iona.

Most Used Pack(s): Not even gonna cap, idk, I never paid much attention.

Favorite Decor Object (no cc): The moon lights from Growing Together and Werewolves.

Something You Want in the Game: Oh boy, where do I even start? Hotels/resorts, the ability to build apartments, imaginary friends, Plant Sims to be a full fleshed lifeform, mermaid and alien refresh, bands, cars, an "Into the Future" type world/pack, more non-American inspired worlds, more careers and aspirations, a toaster after the new stuff pack, more dances (ballet, street, hip hop, ceremonial, etc), more traits, burglars...

What Color is Your Plumbob rn: Yellow

Tagging... @saruin @morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy @aniraklova @1-800-cuupid @fatalrosecreations @yersea @crazy-lazy-elder-sims @the-daydream-archives @omgcoffinfit and whoever else reads this... no pressure<3

[dirtmound]

its crazyyyy how bad of a world san seqouia is. there's nothing fucking in it!!! i hate how they justify all of their lazy decisions with "but some people have potatos for computers :'(" this game is TEN YEARS OLD...is the potato tester computer a chromebook from 2011? 12 lots and theyre all far away from each other and there isnt shit to do outside of them, not even stalls like in wedding stories or festivals like snowy/city/cottage. and NO APARTMENTS? in SAN FRANCISCO??? why didn't they add townhouses or houseboats? all this fucking water and its just filler because they didn't want to build a real world. i hate EA so much lol

[asknightmareanderror]

Another Lazy Day - ??? & Viruses

Have some more art whilst you wait for the next part of Last Judgement. :3

I actually had a lot of fun doing this one!