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[jesuistrestriste]

https://www.tumblr.com/jesuistrestriste/763452760010194944/need-full-on-petplay-w-art-puppy-art-this-puppy?source=share

This is making me imagine tennis player reader who has never spoken to the boys but she has kept an eye on them, sees them around and knows alot about them and she sends art gifts to his hotel/dorm room that slowly descend into more and more puppy like gifts, with notes where she calls him puppy or mutt

Patrick probably rips into one of his gifts or something before he can get to it and is like "no way" "this girl is so hot for you" "if you dont want her ill have her" or says that she has him pinned exactly or something. Art always had something funny tickling in his belly when hed look over things, he thought it was just a nickname but he never stopped to consider it was ever petplay til patrick makes a comment about it

oooh like he’s getting giftssss <3

chocolates and energy gel packets at first, then baskets of fruit and little love notes, and then one day he gets a small package with just a tennis ball in it. it’s light pink, still emitting that rubbery new ball smell, and it came with a little note.

“fetch, puppy”

along with a small drawn heart.

like what is he supposed to make of that?? he thinks the girl sending him this stuff must be a little out of her mind, but it makes his stomach feel hot and funny when he realizes that he’s being desired in such a way by someone..

patrick teases him; eats the chocolates and takes the other treats and tennis stuff that he’s been gifted, but makes sure to tell art with a big fat smirk how lucky he is to be the object of this random chick’s desires.

she seems hot, and fun, and freaky— art should enjoy it!

but the gifts only get more crazy as time goes on.

more expensive, or just more odd, and then he gets a collar one evening in a pretty, sealed envelope in his mail.

light pink leather with little spiky studs on it. a dangly silver bone-shaped tag at the front, locked onto the metal ring.

he called patrick about it, and then went to bed once the brunette talked him down about how pervy it is to be sent something like that.

he tossed and turned for like 3 hours before he couldn’t ignore the obvious arousal stirring in his body. he definitely put it on around his flushed neck and then jerked off twice before he could get himself to fall asleep:/

[caycanteven]

how big is Bal and does can I smooch? (* ￣3)(ε￣ *)

Bal is 6'9", just an inch taller than Axe/Horror teehee. We love the big bois out here cant you tell? He does hunch a little though.

He's a little shy around new folks and has trouble showing affections outright. However, if given time and respect, he'd cozy up to ya.

If you happen to get close enough with him, he appreciates browbone and cheekbone kisses the most, and small forms affections are his go to in most situations!

[richiethedevil]

FRENCH PRESS 😋 acrylic on panel, 11x14in

[shizukups]

patients

Is a cookie ... operation.. on chocolate chip!!!

[rinneverse]

TO THE ANON WHO SENT ME A BLADIE REQUEST i see you and i LOVEEEEEE love love it so much!!!!!! i might be a hot minute but i absolutely will try to write something that will blow ur MIND!!!!

[gunsmiths]

suddenly I have brain rot for morana again ohhh I’m never gonna be free from them am i ?

[hyperfixated-clown]

He looks so intense here and it’s making me wet 🌊

DAVID HOWARD THORNTON as ART THE CLOWN TERRIFIER 2 (2022) dir. Damien Leone

[toruland]

how i feel after listening to an audio for research purposes and picturing choso

[marveltomato]

….i now understand the true meaning of a slutty boy waist….hehehehe 🤭….shhhh

[lighthouseas]

it's better than drugs jeremy (appey slices and peanut butter 😊)

[marquise-sv]

if they actually will have even one interaction on pinacolada i will explode

[bunnys-otome]

Gilbert holding his cane up hits different 🥵

[midnight-mourning]

Not Even a Mouse

❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 21❄️❄️

alright, y'all have had it too good for too long, have some angst (with a bit of fluff, of course) to balance it all out, hope you enjoy!

Prompt: If you don't fill all the spots,,, I'm gonna make a second request! Idk if you're doing any angst for this one, but if you are,,, something about Sun being alone for Christmas. Maybe he finds out the employees and Glams are having a party without him. Idk i just wanna make him sad. xD Don't feel obligated to do this one! This is just an extra if you want :P

Word Count: 1700

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The Daycare has a cold atmosphere to it, being so empty as it is. The music plays as always, tune just as cheery as ever, without a single listener. Save for one. 

Every toy is in its place, all the crafts supplies are put away. There's not a thing that isn't perfectly organized within the entire space. It's already been cleaned, one, twice, and now thrice, so there's not even a singular speck of dust. 

It's spotless. And desolate. 

The children are gone, it is the holidays after all. They wouldn't be back for another day or so. In the meantime, the attendant can only twiddle his thumbs and try not to go stir crazy in the meantime. 

There's others in the Plex of course, the other bots and some employees. But they, well. They aren't exactly friendly, when it came to either side of the Daycare Attendant. 

They were never exactly sure as to why. 

Both had tried to reach out, interact, engage, on multiple occasions. Each attempt being met with either unease, wobbly kindness, or downright hostility in some cases. It got to the point where both simply just, gave up. 

It was better to not try, they realized, it made things easier to keep to themselves and not bother anyone else. At least, Moon had learned this. It was arguably easier for him, given his status as naptime attendant. Isolation wasn't an unfamiliar feeling. 

But it was for Sun. 

While Moon was fine with the quiet, Sun was borderline inconsolable. 

And that was before he had found out about the holiday party. 

It had been a complete accident. Just so happening to be walking by on his way to gather clean stuffed animals from the laundry room. Two random employees chatting without a care in the world.

"Yeah, there's even a white elephant, come on, you gotta come!"

"I wasn't gonna miss it. Are the Glamrocks participating? I feel like it'd be funny to see what they come up with as gifts."

"I think so, yeah. It's gonna be..." They notice the Daycare Attendant, voice lowering. "—Great."

The other employee gives a confused look, then turns slightly to see the bot, eyes wide.

Not wanting to make things worse Sun simply nods in greeting, and goes on his way. 

Now, sitting alone in their room, scattered papers and old crayons surrounding him, he wishes he had said something. Wishes he had spoken up, argued, criticized, cried. Anything. 

Instead, he didn't. He just stood there and took it. 

The playtime attendant can picture it, dozens of employees and the other bots crowded together somewhere, probably the dance floor. Laughing, chatting, just enjoying the company of friends and coworkers. There's probably decorations everyone, to the nines even, based on how many boxes Moon saw people carrying around earlier that week. 

Holiday music and snacks, and of course, the gift exchange. Competing for the best gift, and having a wonderful time doing it.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that they were so hated. That he was so disliked. What had he done to deserve this kind of treatment? This kind of hurt?

The Glamrocks were good enough, so why wasn't he—

There's a muted snap, causing the bot to jump and glance down to his hand. 

Another broken crayon to add to the collection. 

With a scoff he tosses it away, towards the wall not too far in front of him. It wasn't a hard throw, but apparently it was enough. 

The sound of fluttering paper can be heard as a single page falls to the ground. It piques Sun's interest, and he shifts to take a closer look. 

It's a drawing of him, one done in pencil, maybe charcoal—he'd never thought to ask—as opposed to the usual paint and crayons the kids utilized. 

Though that would be because a child didn't make it for him. You did. 

At least, he's 99% sure. You'd scurried off before he could ask. 

You worked in the gift shop, passing by the Daycare every day for work. And every day, either one of the attendants would catch you staring as you walked by the large windows. Ducking your head and rushing off whenever you got caught. 

You'd only spoken to them a handful of times, when you happened to come in to speak to the security guard about something. Sun was never quite sure why you needed the guard so much, but he didn't think to question it either. 

Your voice was always very soft, mumbling. If he didn't have such well-adjusted noise sensors he'd probably not be able to hear you. He didn't know why you were so quiet, you had a lovely voice. 

He wished you say more, on your visits. Your words always stuttered and brief. But he cherished those moments. Every little interaction was saved in several locations in his hard drive just to make sure he didn't lose them. You were probably the only person who would bother talking to him or Moon. That was precious. 

He picks up the drawing, admiring the detail you'd put into it. For something of this quality, he didn't know why you were working in the gift shop. Maybe you were doing something else, like college, and this was a temporary situation for you in the long run. 

He remembers when you gave it to him, he'd at least gotten a direct interaction, you'd slipped Moon's under the door one night before going home. 

He believes it's because of your encounter that you just ran away the second time, and he can't say he blames you. 

You'd been nice enough to knock, having been the very end of the day, the last child having been picked up just a few minutes prior. 

When he opens the door, you're looking to the ground, clutching the paper in your hands tightly. 

Surprised, but happy to see you, he speaks first. "Hello there, friend! It's good to see you!" 

"U-um, hi...." You say, still looking down. "Good, good to see you too."

You're nervous for some reason, though you're always nervous he realizes. 

He wants to fix it. He tries with a joke. "Well, you can't see me very well from there can you?"

It doesn't land. You flinch, but look up. "S-Sorry."

Stupid. Stupid. Fix it.

"Oh! Not a worry at all, Sunbeam. I just wanted to see you're smiling face." His rays spin. 

Your eyes widen. "Really?"

"Of course! A lovely smile on a face like yours just makes my day!" Surely that'll do it, let you know he's being sincere.

Your internal temperature rises, fluctuating around your cheeks and ears. Now he's gone and made you mad. Great, this is going so great, he's blowing it—

You shove the paper into his hands. "This is for you. I-I, I have to go now. Buh-bye!"

Before he can say another word you're gone, running back towards the main entrance, leaving him with an amazing drawing, and not so amazing thoughts. 

You hadn't come back into the daycare since then, which could only mean that you hated him now too. Sun rubs his thumb over your signature on the page, at least he still had this. 

The sound of laughter growing closer interrupts his thoughts. And, curiosity getting the better of him, he goes to take a look. 

Peeking out the curtains, he can see a group of employees walking by. You're among them, smiling and chatting all the while. 

Just outside the Daycare you stop, waving to the group. 

"I think I forgot my jacket in the gift shop, I'll see you guys later! Happy holidays!" 

They bid you farewell, and Sun's planning to shut the curtain again, not wanting to be weird and watch you go about your business, when he picks up on your odd behavior. 

You watch your friends leave and then glance around a few times. Then, you pull out two small, wrapped gifts and walk over to the Daycare doors. After a moment he hears a knock. 

His rays spin, and he acts before he thinks. He dives into the ball pit and as soon as he makes contact is immediately scrambling out of it and heading for the door. He takes a moment to collect himself, then opens it. 

To his shock, you speak first. "Hi Sunny! It's good to see you. I, I wasn't sure you'd be around. I um, having something for you! And, and Moon." You hold up the gifts. 

Sun short circuits. 

You got him a gift. 

You.

The person he thought hated him like all the rest. 

You thought of him, were actively thinking of him. 

And you called him Sunny.

"If, if that's okay. Sorry if I'm bothering you. I just, I really wanted to get these to you tonight. I, I thought you were going to be at the party, I was um, kinda sad you weren't. But I totally get it if parties aren't your thing! They're... not really mine either but um, god I'm rambling here I'm sorry." You look up to him then, concern in your gaze. "Are, are you okay?"

It occurs to the playtime attendant that his fans are roaring now. He has to get you to stop before he overheats. Time to play his role. 

"Ah! I'm alright friend! I'm happy to see you too! And I appreciate the thought, truly." He takes your hand, and without thinking, raises it to his smile for a kiss. "It means a lot. Would, would you like to come inside for a moment?"

Now you're frozen, temperature climbing in a matter of seconds. 

"I would really like that."

His rays spin out of his control. "Great. Great! Please,"—he stands straight, waving his other hand behind him—"Come on in."

You keep your hand in his, squeezing gently. "O-okay."

As the door closes behind the two of you, Sun decides that he doesn't really care if missed the holiday party or not. He doesn't really care if everyone hates him and Moon either. 

If he can have just this moment to share with you, and maybe more. Maybe even becoming friends?

That's enough.

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Thank you @zenkaiankoku for the request! Enjoyed having a bit of angst to write hehe, still made it a little fluffy in spots but I think it still works ^-^

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[youzicha]

Pokemon or Christian Martyr?

Ampharos Applin Charbel Dasya

Furfrou Gabite Giratina Martinian

Mavilus Minias Passimian Pyroar

Quaxwell Saturnin Sentret Serperior

Simipour Spinarak Tarountula Polycarp

Agabus Cyllin Glyceria Symphorosa

Symphorian Fructuosus

[argoncrystal18]

[mercutio-the-velaryon]

Mel Medarda self-destructive crashout era in a High Fidelity AU

Buys a record store on a whim to rebel against her Ambessa

Was engaged to Jayce but self-sabotaged and now they haven't seen each other in a year (he skips town broken hearted)

Has an on and off relationship with a bouncer called Sevika

Has a fling with socialite Lest

Has a one night stand with her best friend and employee Elora and now things are weird

Has a three month rebound relationship with Sky Young, an engineer who runs the community garden near the record store and stumbles in one day, it ends badly

Finds out Jayce is back in town and engaged again, she finds out, crashes out, and spills her heart out to a stranger at a bar (Its Viktor, the new fiancee btw, he doesn't tell her)

Melvik's friendship develops (magnetism they can't help themselves)

Viktor grappling with guilt lying to both Mel and Jayce

Mel decides to apologise to Jayce so she asks around trying to find a way to contact him to no avail until she spots him randomly one night, passing by THEIR restaurant, the one they frequented, the one he proposed to her in and hes there with Viktor.

She crashes their date before thinking, then pieces it together as she stares at both of them.

Viktor like a deer caught in headlights says "Mel?"

Jayce, trying to maintain his cool responds, "You two know each other"

Mel bursts out laughing, its manic and offputting, and she walks out.

Viktor follows without a word to Jayce.

Outside, he yells after her (he's not running)

She approaches him, tears falling from her eyes despite her stern expression.

"You were the only real friend I had left" she says.

"Whose fault is that?" he smiles weakly.

Her heart is hammering in her chest, she scoffs almost humoured.

Jayce comes out.

Mel freaks and tries to leave.

Viktor calls her back.

and all I'll say is meljay reconciliation, melvik reconciliation and meljayvik happy ever after because I'm lazy

meljayvik owning the record store together awwwwww

the way I just started writing the fic lmao I'm sorry