#most of her shirts don't have sleeves (she's got hoodies for that)

[homosociallyyours]

he looks like a butch lesbian whenever he wears this shirt

OMG buddy you're 1000000% correct with this take lol

this is the dirtbag butch fuckboi who is easy to get with and impossible to keep...until she meets her match, if you know what i mean

(i mean dirtbag harry OBVIOUSLY-- pick your poison when it comes to harry's gender rep and identity, all that matters is that louis falls ass over tits in love with her and nobody ever saw it coming, especially louis)

featuring oli as louis' reformed fuckboi bestie who high-key wishes her best friend would stop finding ways to ruin all the chill places they find to hang out by screwing (over) the bar staff and who is very, VERY pro harry

and harry's tits, no matter what size, that louis is unfortunately obsessed with

[junipernight]

I redesigned Yangchen's outfit!

... I actually designed a lot of outfits for her, because I am Extremely Normal about these books, and also I like costume design and learning about historical clothing.

Short disclaimer: These fantasy clothes aren't culturally or historically accurate, just historically and culturally influenced. I don't have any expertise in East or Central Asian culture or clothing, I've just been clicking around on the internet a lot the last two weeks learning things because that's my idea of fun lol. If you wanted to talk to people who actually know things you should check out @atlaculture or like @ziseviolet, both of whom's blogs I referenced while drawing.

I only designed two alternates for the outer robes. The first is based loosely off the robes Buddhist monks wear (loosely, because drawing draped fabric is hard ^^') especially the Tibetan zhen robe. This garment is just a long wide rectangle of cloth which can be draped across the body in lots of ways (versatility ftw!).

The other garment I drew is a Chuba, a traditional garment from Tibet and the Himalayas. It's a robe, but it highkey reminds me of kilts and hoodies, in that it a) can be worn over one or both shoulders or just as a skirt and b) it makes a giant pocket over the stomach. The long sleeves can be folded up or tied back btw.

I spent the most time on the middle layer, because I was thinking it has to be something she could comfortably fight in while also being suitable for diplomatic meetings, meditating, espionage, and possibly sleeping.

And like. You can fight and hike and whatnot in loose skirts, but it's annoying how twisted up they can get while sleeping. ALSO, YC does a lot of flying and leaping, so my girl needs pants. My faves are definitely the Xiaolin monk pants and the yellow wrap pants Aang wears. I tried dhoti (Indian wrap pants) because that kind of looks like what the giant statue of Yangchen meditating might be wearing, but I think it looks odd paired with a highwaisted shirt instead of a long tunic. Maybe I'll do some more drawings with her in a tunic and dhoti or a monk's dhonka and shemdap later, idk.

As any good historical fashion nerd knows, foundational garments are everything (◡‿◡✿).

But also, there's a scene where Yangchen and Kavik pretend to be lovers, and are "discovered" by a maid sleeping in the same room, with Yangchen in a state of partial undress (gasp!)

I am living for this fake drama; I need to know how scandalized the maid was lmao.

When the maid walks in, Yangchen immediately wraps herself in a bedsheet before ushering the maid back out the door. Maybe all she did was take off her outer robe... but why would she need to wrap herself in a sheet if she was wearing a long-sleeved high-necked gown? I got the sense from both the book and cursory research about buddhist monks that walking around without your outer robes was socially acceptable, at least in casual settings. I think it more likely she was in her underclothes, which historically (in the west anyway) would also double as sleeping clothes.

"The Aang" is censored because this is Tumblr-dot-com. Its mostly a joke, but also, I know other countries are less uptight about bººbies, so like, maybe it's a valid option ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The ~Water Tribe~ look is based off Sokka's swimwear and not Katara's, mostly because chest binding seems antithetical to airbending.

All the other undergarment designs are based on hanfu neiyi, because that's what I could find reference photos and romanized names for.

I'm tired of typing now. Lemme know if you have questions about something, or want me to post a larger version of a specific outfit. I am open to feedback and tentatively open to requests.

[luvsturniolo]

ー ★ !! STRANGER

pairing : matt sturniolo x fem!reader

synopsis : having been dared to kiss a random stranger, you're the first person matt choses to approach

a/n : guys ive been needing to write another fic so badly that i got this prompt off of pinterest and i'm completely winging it (this is a cry for help. pls send reqs bc i'm running low atm.)

i hate how this is written & this is prob the worst thing i've done on this app but i need to post something so ur gonna read it anyway !

wc : 2.5k

nick, matt, chris, nate, and madi are currently on an expidition to the mall. they hardly ever hang out as a complete group, so everyones moods are sky rocketed from the simple fact of them all being together. it honestly doesn't matter what they're buying or where they are. they'll all have smiles on their faces regardless.

"i'm surprised nick isn't trying to record a video right now." chris says as the group enters a random clothing store. "it's one of the very few times we're all together and everyone is in good moods. nick would normally take advantage of that."

"just say you want to record and move on." matt grumbles, walking over to one of the racks to flip through the t-shirts on display.

"i don't want to record! i was saying nick probably would!" chris tries to defend himself, earning weird looks from everyone due to this very clearly being a lie. chris lets out a sigh when he realizes that nobody is believing him. "whatever. i'm just saying that i don't think we should waste the opportunity to make good content. the fans love nate and madi."

"woww," madi says sarcastically, feigning offence, "you're just using us for content?"

"oh, shut up." chris replies, dramatically rolling his eyes at her teasing. madi giggles and takes a sip from the cup of lemonade she got from lunch earlier today at the food court. everyone else already finished their drinks, she's the only one with anything leftover from the meal.

"i didn't bring the camera anyway." nick says with a careless shrug, causing chris's jaw to drop with shock. "i wanted this hangout to be authentic. just everyone laughing and smiling together as a group. no cameras. no new friends. just us."

"since when did you ever leave the house without your camera?" chris asks him with his jaw still hung loose on its hinges. "it's practically glued to your bag at all times."

matt finds himself zoning out of the conversation as he looks around at the clothes. their argument about recording is only relevant to him if they decide that they are going to record. otherwise, it's unimportant and frankly quite boring. and now that nick admitted that he didn't even bring the camera, the conversation is no longer of interest to him.

they continue to stay near the front of the store, nick and chris arguing about the camera predicament while nate and madi laugh at them from the sidelines. but matt strays away from the group. he has about eighty bucks he brought with the intent on spending it all today. well, at least half of it or more. so he begins to get distracted with the task of finding new clothes to add to his wardrobe.

he made a mental note before leaving the house that he wants more hoodies since the weather is started to get colder. knowing this, he wanders over to the back of the store. he's been here enough to know that there's a rack of jackets and long-sleeved shirts in the right corner beside the employee exit door.

matt flips through the clothing. he wants more bright colors in his closet. most of his hoodies are black or dark grey. nick said that his wardrobe looks like a funeral home and he needs something more lively. but nothing here seems to catch his eye.

"need help finding anything?" a random female voice asks him. he turns to face the sound and sees a worker standing to his left. you. and lets just say you definitely catch his eye — unlike any of the clothes you're selling. he likes the style of your hair, the color of your eyes, the shape of your face, the bridge of your nose, all of it.

damn! matt's never been this whipped for a random stranger. it's normal for him to find random girls attractive in public, but something about you is making him unable to take his eyes away yours.

"okay? i'll take that as a no." you say before turning on your heel and leaving. as soon as you walk away, matt feels the urge to call out and stop you, but he doesn't know your name. he was too busy admiring you to read the tag on your uniform.

he lets out a sigh before walking back across the store and rejoining the group, his mood now soured completely. when he walks up to his brothers, nick turns around with a camera in his hand, recording.

"what the hell?" matt says. "i thought you didn't bring it."

"he lied so he didn't have to film." chris says with an eye roll. "but i didn't believe him. so i dug through his backpack and guess what! i found it sitting on the very top, fully charged."

matt just nods, not having anything to say to that. plus, now that he's in a bad mood it's be best to stay away from the camera so his bitchiness doesn't ruin the video. he feels guilty for being like this while everyone else has such high spirits, but he can't help it. he embarassed himself in front of the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. there's no coming back from that.

the group exits the store and they begin to wander around. they're looking for a sunglasses store for nate so he can buy a new pair seeing as he broke his last ones while leaning out of the window of the van. the slipped off of his face — never to be seen again. but nate claims he needed new glasses anyway due to how old and scathed those ones were.

"you okay?" nate asks. the fact that he noticed matt's fatigue takes him by surprise. matt wants to continue sulking in his soured mood, but when he looks at nate's genuine worried expression, he can't help but confide in his friend about the events from earlier.

matt tells him about how he was looking for a jacket when you approached him. you came up so casually as though it meant nothing to you, when it meant everything to him. matt describes you, accentuating your beauty to paint the picture as well as possible. he tells nate that he feels like he's being dramatic, but he can't help it. i mean, you're a complete stranger whose name he doesn't even know. and yet he can't take his mind off of your guys's short interaction.

"i wish i had some wise words of advice for you, but i don't." nate says. "but judging just by the way you talk about her, you need to get her number or something. i've literally never heard you talk about a girl like that. you're fuckin' whipped, man."

"i agree." matt says. "but how the hell am i supposed to get her number when she's a literal stranger? i don't know anything about her."

"you know where she works." nate points out.

matt thinks about this for a moment before deciding that nate's right. he knows where you work and that's more than knowing nothing. someones job says a lot about them — how much money they make, what means a lot to them, etc. i mean, he's not the type of guy who gives a shit about your income, but if he wanted to know something about you, he could easily find out a lot.

"lets buy your sunglasses." matt says, confidence slowly overtaking him now that he doesn't feel like this whole thing is hopeless. "then, we can all go get a snack at the food court so i have some motivation to go talk to her."

nate agrees and hurries to catch up with the rest of the group. matt does the same, rejoining everyone now that his mood is boosted once again. they go to the glasses store and nate picks out a pair that he likes. the whole time, matt is back to normal. everyone notices the shift in his demeanor, but they decide not to point it out.

after nate purchases the glasses he chose, matt tells nick that he's hungry. madi agrees with matt, saying she could eat something seeing as it's been a few hours since they had lunch. not thinking much of it, nick agrees to go to the food court.

"fuck." chris says, sitting in the plastic chair beside matt. "i didn't know they had mozzarella sticks! if i'd known that, i would've gotten them too!"

matt just shrugs, eating another bite with a smug look on his face. chris shoots him a glare and scoffs, turning back to his cheesy fries with a frown. just as chris is about to insult matt, nick and madi come over to the table with their food. nick is still carrying the camera around, filming everything for their next blog. most of what he's filming will be edited out, but he's still taking the footage just in case.

as they all begin eating their food, nate — who had been using the bathroom for the past few minutes — comes back with a slushy and a small grin. he sits on the other side of matt with a weird look on his face. matt gives him a strange look and nate just giggles and looks away.

"i'm bored guys." nate says. "we should play truth or dare."

"okay." chris agrees easily. but nick shakes his head, not thinking this is a good idea. but chris insists. "c'mon, it'll be good content. plus we're not gonna do any stupid dares that will get us in trouble or anything."

when matt and madi take chris's side, nick has no choice but to give in play the game. his only condition is that he gets to ask chris first, and he has to pick dare. chris agrees to his terms.

"i dare you to say yes to everything i ask for the rest of the day." nick tells him with a sarcastic smile. chris rolls his eyes, but has no choice but to do as he says.

"can i go next?" nate asks excitedly. it's supposed to be chris's turn next since he was the one who did the dare, but nick answers dow him. he nods, letting nate go ahead. and chris can't argue since he has to say yes to whatever nick wants. nate grins widely and continues. "matt, truth or dare."

"dare." matt says without hesitation.

"i dare you to kiss a random stranger." nate tells him with a grin. "they have to be in the food court, though."

"what the fuck type of dare is that?" nick shouts. "we're not bringing random stranger into this! plus, isn't that against some kind of law? kissing random people can't be fucking legal."

matt is about to agree with nick, saying it's a horrible idea. but he notices nate flicking his eyes back and forth between matt and someone over his shoulder, gesturing for him to look at them. matt turns around and follows nate's gaze to find you sitting alone at a table. you're wearing your work clothes, sipping on a smoothie while scrolling through your phone.

matt changes his mind in an instant. "it's my dare, nick, not yours. so fuck off and play the game like everyone else."

with that, matt stands up from his seat, causing the legs to scrape against the tiled floor beneath it. he awkwardly approaches you with a giddy smile. god, he feels like an idiot. he feels like he went back in time to when he was a child, getting nervous to talk to literally any girl on the playground.

he stands in front of your table and clears his throat to get your attention. you look up at him and raise a brow in confusion. "mind if i sit down?" he asks, pointing to the chair beside you.

"go ahead." you tell him. you're still confused about who this guy is as he sits down at your table. he's attractive and seems sweet, but who is- oh. as he runs a can through his hair, you remember who he is. "you're the guy from the store. you were the one who stared at me instead of answering."

matt feels his cheeks heat with embarrassment. that's not the first impression he wanted to make. but at least you remember him! it's better than you not knowing who he was at all.

plus, you're not talking to him in a weird way. you're smiling as though you find his awkwardness amusing rather than strange — which it is.

"that's me." he says. matt glances over his shoulder at his friends only to see that they're all staring at you guys intently. chris waves him on, urging him to hurry the hell up.

"they're nosy." you say with a laugh. "i'm assuming they're your friends. otherwise, i'd be extremely creeped out."

"uh, yeah." matt says, looking away from chris to refocus on you. fuck. every time he looks at you, he's taken aback by your beauty. like time seems to slow when you guys make eye contact. "listen, they sent me over here as a dare. i'm supposed to kiss you."

you laugh at him for a second. but then you realize he's not kidding. he's being serious. "god, take me on a date first." you tell him sarcastically. matt laughs, but is still pretty serious about the dare. you feel weird agreeing to kiss a stranger, but it'd be even weirder if you were to say no.

not to mention, the boy beside of you is insanely attractive. it wouldn't be such a bad thing to kiss something this hot. "i'll let you kiss me if you agree to give me your number afterward." you tell him.

"i would have asked for it anyway." matt says with a teasing smile. knowing you have an interest in him as well gave matt a boost in confidence. and you honestly think that his confidence makes him even more attractive.

he leans forward and you do the same. you were expecting a small smooch the way little kids kiss at recess, but this guy went all in. he places one hand on the back of your head to tangle through your hair while the other hand cupped your cheek. the kiss was passionate and needy. and you fucking loved it.

when he broke it to catch his breath, you felt deprived of something more. you were practically craving this guy you met only a few minutes ago.

matt smirked at you before you guys exchanged numbers. you were still distracted by the fact that you guys nearly made out in the middle of the food court to process what was going on. as your confidence left, his was refilled.

"i'll come back to your shop before i leave the mall." matt says. "maybe next time i'll actually catch your name before we make out in the storage room."

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[webslingingslasher]

omg what if Peter gets trouble a gift for x-mas BUT trouble didn't bother with a gift for him bc she thought that he wouldn't care about her enough to get her a gift

'what's that?'

'oh!' peter holds out the package, when you stare at the printed santa wrapping paper, he nudges it a little. 'it's for you.'

your entire stomach dropped, you knew you should've gotten him something. you were so convinced it would be stupid, but now you're eating your words.

'c'mon, trouble. what, never got a gift before?' it's fine, you could play it off. you hesitantly reach out for the box, it's even got a bow on top.

'no! i just... haven't gotten yours in the mail yet.' it's fine, you could figure something out. you had two days before he left for home.

'you didn't have to get me anything, trouble.' you peer at the gift, 'ditto, parker.' peter waves you off, 'just open it, c'mon!' you hide your guilt with a smile.

gently tearing the paper, you're met with a gift box. it has a reindeer and a penguin hugging, you peek up at peter, he's itching for you to see what's inside. 'open it, open it!'

handing off the scraps of paper, peter crushes it into a ball, keeping an eye on your face. the gift is revealed, a gray hoodie, with a spider-man mask emblem on the left top corner.

your heart expands three sizes, your thumb runs over the raised embroidering, it's high quality. 'isn't it awesome? i saw it when i was shopping for may like, three weeks ago. i just had to get it for you.' he's so excited, he was proud to know he found something he knows you'd love. and you got him nothing in return.

'okay, okay, put it on! cause there's kind of a part two of the gift.' you feel terrible, it's hard to push back the love for the clothing over the overwhelming hurt you have over getting him nothing. you knew you shouldn’t have talked yourself out of it.

you didn't want to be in peter's spot. something to give and then receive nothing in return. a subtle hint that one cares more about the other.

your silence has peter tone down his excitement, maybe he was a little off with his gift. 'do you not like it? i can return it and you can pick... no! why are you crying? is it that bad?'

you shake your head, using the back of your hand to wipe a stray tear. 'oh, whew! for a second i thought you hated it, but nope, peter picked good. so good you're speechless and crying, look at me go.'

proud. boastful. meanwhile you're solemn and glum.

'seriously, trouble. put it on!' it's the absolute least you could do, he already went miles ahead of you. the cardboard falls to the floor when you pull the fabric up, it's a bigger size than you'd normally wear. 'that's part two. i got it a little bigger so i could wear it and get my scent on it for you.'

your heart’s about to burst open, it's fleece lined and ultra soft over your skin. 'i wore it when you weren't around, so it should smell like me.' you bring a sleeve to your nose, it does. it smells like a giant peter hug. his hands pulled the hoodie over your head, a dopey smile took over his face.

'super cute. it's your superpower.'

with that, you fall into his chest with a sob. it's not a good one either, arms wrap tight around you, his cheek resting on your head mashes the cotton further down. 'i lied!' you clutch his shirt, shame spills out.

'about what? that you like it?' your head thrashes, he couldn't be more wrong. it was your most favorite possession now that it's been added to your collection.

'i didn't get you anything!' you pull him tighter to you, terrified he’d push you away and tell you he hates you. 'i'm so sorry,' you breathe in and out deeply. 'i was going to but then i didn't think you would get me anything and that's not the point of christmas but i didn't want to make you feel weird and, and,'

'i made you feel weird?' it's not the right word. 'no! i just...' peter pushes you back, his hands cup your face to force you to look at him. 'made you feel bad?' you nod, he guessed correctly.

'i meant it, trouble. you don't have to get me anything, i just saw it and thought of you. it's not a big deal, i promise.' that made you feel worse and he can see it.

'stop it, stop. you heard me, right? i got that weeks ago. christmas was just an opportunity give it to you, but if it was april or june or whatever the fuck month, i still would've bought it.' featherlight kisses to both cheeks. 'it’s a just because gift, christmas was just an excuse to give it to you, okay? you've gotten me plenty of those before, i don't need one now.'

'i'm so sorry, peter. i promise i'm gonna get you something, i mean, it won't be a christmas gift because you're going home and i won't be able to give to you until you get back so then it just becomes-'

peter grins, like he's thinking quicker than you are. 'a just because gift? like the one you're wearing?' you were the one that fucked him over, yet he's the one making you feel better. it still works.

'yeah. i think so. but, it will have christmas wrapping paper.' a stoic nod, 'of course. i mean, that's the only stuff i had in the house. it's not like i chose that pattern on purpose.' (he did. but he'd die before he admitted that to you.)

you look down at your new hoodie, you love it. your hands run down the front, it's so, so soft. you look back up, peter loves that you love it. 'not a christmas gift?' peter shakes his head, 'psh. of course not.'

your words lower, you reach up on tippy toes for a kiss. 'just because?' hands on your hips as peter leans in has your stomach fluttering, it's been a minute since he's kissed you so soft and slow. 'just because.' 

[miasmaghoul]

Ooh, I have an idea! Dewther or perhaps even Dew/Aeon human au...but Aether/Aeon is a bona fide psychic and Dew is a hard ass skeptic. Pretty please. -🔔

(Literally none of these are three sentences so far, what is wrong with me. No warnings for this one, aside from some mild language.)

"Bullshit," Dew scoffs, leaning his chair back to balance on two legs. "You don't really expect me to believe this crap, do you?"

Beside him, Aether rolls his eyes.

"Ye of little faith," he chuckles, nudging Dew's knee with his own. "I'm telling you, Dew, he's never wrong."

Across the small table, in a haze of incense smoke, sits a young man whom Dew would be hitting on in any other situation. He's handsome in a boyish way, with dark, shaggy hair and sparkling eyes in a color Dew can't quite parse. Something between blue and gray, he thinks. He has a few facial piercings - his lip, his septum, his left eyebrow - and Dew can see the edges of tattoos peeking out from the sleeves and collar of his hoodie. He hasn't stopped smiling since they entered his shop, and Dew is pretty sure the kid hasn't stopped looking at him the entire time.

"Whatever," he says with a dismissive wave. "He's probably about as accurate as that fortune cookie I got last week."

Across the table, their supposed psychic chuckles. He scoots closer and leans on his elbows, cupping his own face in both hands, and something about the look in his eye makes Dew straighten up in his chair.

"What're you so scared of?" He nods at the table, a slew of tarot cards laid out before the three of them. "That I might be right?"

Dew barks out a loud ha, shaking his head and slinking out of his chair.

"About what?" He doesn't even try to keep the incredulity from his voice, and Aether stares at the carpet. "You say I'm gonna 'run into someone unexpected'," he mocks (complete with air quotes), pointing at a card most definitely not associated with that particular prediction. "That it'll 'help to open my eyes'." Another scoff. "I got news for you, kid - I can see just fine."

He shrugs on his leather jacket, tossing his hair over his shoulder. He looks down his nose at the reader, and his disarming grin sets Dew's teeth on edge.

"C'mon, Aeth," he grumbles, tugging on his shirtsleeve and nodding towards the door. "Let's get outta here. I'm getting metaphysical cooties."

Aether rolls his eyes and offers the reader an apologetic smile. He doesn't seem put out in the slightest though, unfolding himself from his own chair and sauntering back behind the counter. Dew doesn't spare him so much as a second glance as he heads towards the door.

"I'll be right out," Aether calls, and Dew waves over his shoulder when he shoves the door open.

The crisp autumn air fills his nose, chasing away the sickly scent of incense as he sucks down a lungful. He fishes a crumpled packet of cigarettes from his pocket as the door creaks shut, and a sudden breeze makes him turn to his right in an effort to cover the flame of his lighter.

"Behind you," a cheery voice calls just as the door slips shut, and Dew's shoulders go tight. He spins on his heel with every intention of storming back inside and -

"Fuck!"

Dewdrop slams directly into the only other person on the street - a stern looking older woman, in a black pencil skirt and matching blazer - stumbling backward as he feels something cold soak into his shirt. His back hits the shop window and he stares down, blinking at the dark brown stain now marring the fabric of his tee. The one day he wears white.

"Watch where you're going," the woman scolds him, grimacing at her now mostly empty coffee cup. "What a waste," she huffs, tossing it into a nearby trash can. With one last withering state she struts off down the sidewalk, heels clicking against the cobblestone path, and Dew feels himself getting redder by the second.

He slips back into the reader's shop, wincing when the chime rings out. At the counter, the pair of them are staring at him - Aether's eyes sit wide, darting between Dew's ruined shirt and flushed face. The reader still wears that same smile, and he gives Dew a little finger wave.

"Guess you should've kept your eyes open," he teases, and Dew stares daggers at him.

Aether doesn't make a sound as he finishes checking out, silently paying for the reading and a couple of crystals that had caught his eye. Dew doesn't stick around to see what the damage is, storming out once more and heading to the car.

This time, he looks both ways when he leaves, and the little chuckle he hears from behind the counter makes him feel like an absolute fool.

He only sits in the car for a few minutes before Aether appears, fruitlessly attempting to daub the coffee from his shirt with a handful of takeout napkins. He grumbles under his breath when Aether gets behind the wheel, and holds up a hand when he opens his mouth.

"Not. A. Word."

Aether holds up both hands in concession, sticking his bag in the back seat and turning over the ignition. He pauses for a moment with his hand on the gearshift, and with a sigh pulls out his wallet.

"Here," he says, offering Dew a small white rectangle. "Just in case."

Dew eyeballs the little piece of cardstock like it'll burn him on contact. With a heavy sigh he abandons his attempt at cleaning up, grabbing the card from Aether's hand and really fighting the urge to huck it out the window. In the back of his mind, though, the rest of the reader's so-called predictions repeat themselves, and Dewdrop sighs as he looks at the business card.

On the front, in simple block lettering, it reads:

Aeon, Psychic for Hire

Dew blinks. One name? Who was this kid? There isn't even a business name or phone number, nothing. He flips the card over, incredulous, and finds one more line of text:

Don't worry, I'll call you.

The moment he finishes reading, his phone chirps, and Dew jolts so hard he drops the card. Aether snorts beside him and Dew throws a coffee-damp napkin at his face. He fishes out his phone with a scowl - he knows it's another coincidence, just like the woman with the coffee must have been. He's going to look at his phone and see a text from Rain or Swiss, or maybe just some notification he doesn't give a shit about.

Or he could see a single line of text from an unknown number, staring back at him like some kind of cruel joke.

A clean tie attracts the soup of the day. :)

"What the fuck..."

"Hmm?" Aether looks over as he shifts into drive, pulling out into the quiet street. "What's up?"

Dew stares at the screen until it goes dark, and then shoves his phone back in his pocket. He slouches in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest and staring out the window while Aether talks about the crystals he picked up.

Dew doesn't hear a word of it. He can only think about the fortune cookie he got last week, the little slip of paper still stuck to his fridge because it made him laugh until he cried:

"A clean tie attracts the soup of the day."

His phone chimes again, and Dew does not look at it.

[s10127470]

Meet the Spider Family

Hey there folks!

I'm back again with another post about Spider-Man!

But luckily, this one isn't gonna possibly give me a hernia.

I'm here today to introduce you to the main cast of my upcoming fanfic, Spider-Man: Family Values, which will be premiering next month during Thanksgiving week.

I don't really have much of a intro to this, so we're just gonna ahead and get in.

Spider-Man:

Real Name: Peter Parker

Age: 28

Height: 5'9

Weight: 162 lbs

Physical Appearance: Has a lean and muscular build, fair skin, brown hair in the form of a mullet with his trademark frontal bangs, and hazel eyes.

Relationship Status: Married

Causal Outfit: A red sweater with a white, long-sleeved collared shirt underneath, a open blue jacket, blue jeans with rolled up cuffs at the bottom, red and white sneakers, and round lenses glasses.

Hero Outfit:

-Still goofy and kinda silly, but also mature and very empathic.

-Is a HAPPILY MARRIED to Mary Jane and the proud father of Mayday Parker.

-An amazing and valuable mentor to Miles and many of the other younger superheroes.

-Works part-time as a substitute teacher at his old high school, Midtown High. He's essentially kind of a stay-at-home dad and house husband, which gives him more time to patrol the streets.

-Always visits his dear Aunt May.

-A true friend.

-Well-liked and respected by nearly all of the superhero community.

-Honorary member of The Fantastic Four and a part-time Avenger.

-Still the Friendly Neighbor Hero we all know in love.

Mayday Parker:

Age: 5

Height: 3'4

Weight: 49 lbs

Physical Appearance: Has a slim build, fair skin, long brown hair, and green eyes.

Relationship Status: Single

Casual Outfit:

-A little ball of hyperactive joy and wonder.

-Inherited her father's goofiness.

-Also inherited his spider powers. Luckily, Peter is helping her learn how to control her strength.

-Currently in kindergarten.

-Wants to follow in her father's footsteps and continue his legacy, which while touched by, makes Peter a little concerned.

Mary Jane Watson-Parker:

Age: 28

Height: 5'10

Weight: 130 lbs

Physical Appearance: Has an hourglass figure with a top heavy build, fair skin, long red hair with her trademark bangs, red lips, and green eyes.

Relationship Status: Married

Casual Outfit: A green navel-bearing sweater, blue jeans with a black belt and gold buckle, and black Mary Jane heels.

-Confident and free-spirited, but also loving and understanding.

-Got with Peter during their college years, and eventually got married shortly after graduation.

-Works as AN ACTRESS, MODEL, AND FASHION DESIGNER. She also pays the apartment's rent (thanks to how much she makes from her career), hence why Peter only has a part-time job.

-Has a stash of weapons just in case of a potential home invasion. Her favorite is the shotgun.

-Always thinking of new suit ideas for Peter.

Spider-Man:

Real Name: Miles Morales

Age: 18

Height: 5'9

Weight: 165 lbs

Physical Appearance: Has a lean and slightly muscular build, dark skin, brown hair in the same style from the Spider-Verse films, dark brown lips, and brown eyes.

Relationship Status: Dating

Casual Outfit: A red hoodie with a white X-Men symbol at the center, black shorts, black socks, and red and white Nikes.

Hero Outfit:

-Cool, friendly, artistic and street-smart.

-Has been a Spider person for about 4 years now.

-Peter and Mayday see Miles like a brother.

-Is a freshman at Empire State University, majoring in art.

-Currently dating Hailey Cooper.

-Works as a freelance artist.

Venom:

Real Name: Eddie Brock

Age: 38

Height: 6’5 (7’5 as Venom)

Weight: 270 lbs (470s as Venom)

Physical Appearance: Has a broad and muscular build, fair skin, scruffy blonde hair in something of a flattop style, a beard, and blue eyes.

Relationship Status: Divorced

Casual Outfit: A black T-shirt, blue jeans, and tan army boots.

Hero Outfit:

-Was once Peter's greatest enemy and hater, but eventually became his friend and one of his most trustworthy allies.

-Awkward, a little reversed, and pretty goofy (especially as Venom).

-Is not only Mayday's honorary uncle, but also her godfather.

-Still works at The Daily Bugle as a reporter.

-Was previously married to Anne Weying and they owned a dog named Woody together. But due to his previously slipping sanity and madness caused by Peter, she left him and took the dog with her. To this day, Eddie is still ashamed by this and wishes to patch things up with Anne and Woody, but doesn't know if he can.

Agent Anti-Venom:

Real Name: Flash Thompson

Age: 29

Height: 6’3 (5'3 while in wheelchair)

Weight: 170 lbs (470s as Venom)

Physical Appearance: Has a broad and muscular build, fair skin, long curly blonde hair with frontal bangs that cover his eyes, a stubble beard, and no legs.

Relationship Status: Single

Casual Outfit: A blue T-shirt and tan shorts.

Hero Outfit:

-Was once Peter's bully, but grew to become his closest friend.

-Still quite prideful and boastful, but far more humble than when he was a teenager.

-Is Mayday's other honorary uncle.

-Dropped out of the college to serve in the Army.

-Lost his legs during his service. Usually gets around in either a wheelchair or with a pair of prosthetic legs.

-Works as the gym teacher at his old high school, Midtown.

Silk:

Real Name: Cindy Moon

Age: 27

Height: 5'7

Weight: 130 lbs

Physical Appearance: Has an hourglass figure with a well-rounded and muscular build, light skin, long black hair, pink lips, and black eyes.

Relationship Status: Dating

Casual Outfit: A black bandeau, blue sweatpants jeans, and black sandals.

Hero Outfit:

-Was an old classmate of Peter's who mysteriously disappeared one day during high school. The reason why was because during the Midtown sophomore field trip to Oscorp, Cindy found herself bit by a radioactive Golden Silk Orb Weaver spider. Unfortunately, she caught the attention of the company and soon enough, found herself whisked away by them to an off-shore facility, where she was experimented on like a guinea pig for the next 10 years. Luckily, she was discovered by Peter and Felicia, who promptly broke her out.

-Suffers from a bit of social anxiety, so she tends to come off as quiet and quite reserved. But she's ultimately quite caring, friendly and imaginative.

-Isn one of Mayday's honorary aunts.

-Is currently dating Felicia.

-Shares an apartment with Flash.

-Works at The Daily Bugle as a journalist. Usually works close with Eddie.

Black Cat:

Real Name: Felicia Hardy

Age: 29

Height: 5'11

Weight: 125 lbs

Physical Appearance: Has an hourglass figure with a well-rounded build, light skin, long platinum blonde hair, black lips, and green eyes.

Relationship Status: Dating

Casual Outfit: A black crop-top, black leggings that bear the G-string of her thong, black heels, and golden neck rings (with similar sets on her arms).

Hero Outfit:

-Thanks to Peter, Felicia has given up her thieving ways. But she hasn't gotten rid of her skills though. She's now uses them as a private detective instead.

-She's the founder of Cat's Eye Investigations, which she runs with street-level heroes Tarantula and Humbug.

-Still flirtatious and sassy, but does have a lot of sincerity and heart.

-Is one of Mayday's honorary aunts.

-Despite her previous romantic feelings for Peter, she holds no ill will towards MJ. Essentially since she's moved on to someone else (Cindy).

Well that's all for now!

Let me know what you guys think about this little family idea of mine! Definitely planning on doing some more with other Marvel characters!

[sleepinthrumyalarms]

— collide

pairing: wednesday addams x fem!oni!reader

warnings: smut, lesbian sex, first time (it's all vanilla af), cunnilingus, slight insecurities, all characters are aged-up

summary: you've never touched her like that. she's never touched you like that, either. it's new, slightly nervous – but it's one of those nights when you don't turn off the lights

word count: 2.5k

a/n: everyone got so tired of my kinky shit they begged for a soft first time. i'm here to deliver. a v-day's special maybe?

The door to your dorm creaks open, and you reach a clawed hand into the darkness to flip on the light switch – the bulb blinks before illuminating the small space in a soft orange glow. You step in, and your other hand pulls your gloomy girlfriend in with you.

“Finally,” she murmurs grumpily, “I thought this evening would never end.”

The reason for her detest is the night out at the carnival fair you just had with your friend group – Enid, Yoko, Bianca, Ajax, Divina and Eugene. Knowing Wednesday’s distaste for social outings, you didn’t push her, but to your surprise, she has agreed to go willingly – and you’d lie if you said it wasn’t one of the most fun things you’ve done in the past month. The ravenette has warmed up to her friends significantly since the day she had arrived to the Nevermore Academy and the day she had saved said academy from its doom, the fact you were extremely glad for – your small group has become a family to you.

She has offered to sleep over at your dorm tonight, and it’s the first time you’re glad you weren’t assigned a roommate, meaning you have the room all to yourselves. It’s the first time Wednesday will spend the night with you, too – you have slept over at hers numerous times, of course, because as soon as she got used to pushing her boundaries and being close to you, she got a thing for you being in her bed as much as possible. There wasn’t anything sexual about it at all – you provided safety and comfort to each other, as the nights usually brought distress to the both of you.

Wednesday shrugs her dean jacket off, and you move to grab it, hanging it next to yours in your closet.

“You gotta admit, though. You did have fun,” you catch Wednesday’s deadpan glare and chuckle with amusement, “Really. You didn’t even threaten anyone this evening, that has to count for something.”

“I did. You just didn’t hear me over all the fun you were having,” the ravenette rolls her eyes, raising her hands to take her hoodie off, folding it neatly, “Your pathetic attempts at winning me a plushie at the shooting range were kind of amusing.”

You huff a laugh out your nose, “You know I prefer swords. Glad my misery could humor you, at least. I did have fun, too… But, to be frank, I’m always having fun when I’m with you, no matter what we’re up to,” you admit, watching Wednesday fumble with the sleeves of her black turtleneck, “I’ll fetch you something comfortable.”

You search through your wardrobe, quickly finding an oversized shirt that would certainly be huge on your girlfriend’s small frame, and turn to Wednesday, finding her already stripped to her bra, her back turned to you.

A faint blush heats your cheeks up, and you blink your eyes away from her pale back, ready to turn around to give her privacy before her soft voice calls for you.

“Would you help me, (Y/n)?”

Your gaze moves back to Wednesday, and you find her watching you over her shoulder, hands holding her sweater as she gestures to the clasp of her bra with her eyes.

A small surprised sound escapes your throat, but you oblige, leaving the tee on your desk to step closer to Wednesday. Your hands are slightly shaky as you raise them to undo her bra, easily unhooking the clasps and exposing more of her skin. She catches the garment before it can fall to the floor with a quiet ‘thanks’, putting it away with her turtleneck, and you reach for the shirt.

“Arms up, baby.”

Wednesday huffs at the nickname but complies, raising her arms, and you slide the clothing over her shoulders, the soft fabric settling on the girl’s shoulders cozily, the hem reaching the middle of her thighs. The sight makes you reach to swipe one of her dark braids out of the way before pressing a gentle kiss to the side of her neck, “You’re so beautiful,” you murmur against her skin, making the ravenette shudder.

Wednesday finally turns to face you and your breath hitches at how, indeed, beautiful the young woman before you is. The slight color of her cheeks compliments her complexion prettily, and you can’t stop yourself from bending down to press your lips against hers in a searing kiss, her burgundy plush ones bumping against your protruding tusks softly. Wednesday’s hands are on your neck, and you slowly back her to your bed before she falls onto the silky sheets, dragging you down with her.

The small girl breaks the kiss, her breath heavy, and you watch her chest rise and fall steadily.

“You okay?” you ask softly, suddenly aware of your position, “Do you want to, um...”

She watches you for a bit, unblinking, like a hawk stalking her prey, before reaching to tug you into another kiss, licking over your teeth, and you gasp at the sudden assertiveness.

It was extremely hard to, but you manage to pull away from the kiss, letting Wednesday catch some air into her aching lungs. You press you lips against her jaw, nibbling gently, before going for her neck. Wednesday has always been sensitive there, and the butterfly touches at her favourite spots make goosebumps litter her arms, warmth pooling at her stomach and between her legs.

The way down continues, littered in soft butterfly pecks, and you raise the hem of her shirt to kiss the soft skin of her tummy – you realize you’ll be quick to get addicted to kissing her body.

Wednesday finds herself already addicted to your lips on her.

“Well, I’m certainly not prepared at all.” You chuckle softly, tracing a single sharp claw of your pointer finger against the girl’s soft thigh, leaving small white traces on the pale skin that turn pink a few moments after. The rest of your clawed palm joins then, and your digits leave goosebumps on Wednesday’s flesh, making her shudder.

You grasp at her thighs gently, pulling the girl closer to yourself, “I hope my mouth suffices, then.” You breathe, and the ravenette sighs at the low timbre of your voice.

Your talons move down the outside of her leg, catching at the outline of her pretty black panties, and you slide them off slowly, exposing new inches of soft porcelain skin you’re yet to discover, and Wednesday bends her legs to help you rid her of the garment, her knees resting on your middle. Your hands caress her ankle, gently pulling the girl’s underwear off her feet, and you move to press a kiss to her knee before spreading her legs.

You watch Wednesday intently, scrutinizing her expression for any signs of displeasure, of her wanting to stop, but you find none ��� lust swirls in the pools of grey instead as she watches you, chest rising and falling with gentle breaths, her brows knit. This is the first time you ever see her like this, guard down and completely vulnerable, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen a sight more gorgeous than her.

Carefully maneuvering between her legs, your clothed body flush against the naked skin of the back of her thighs, you bend to peck her jaw again, a spot you seem to adore, brushing your lips over her perfect cheekbones before connecting your lips in a searing kiss.

Wednesday’s hands rise to your neck, holding you close, and you feel her slender legs wrap around your waist, pulling you in.

“It’s unfair,” she breathes when she pulls away, tugging at your tie, “Aren’t you going to take this off too?”

“If you want me to.”

She nods, and your hands move to undo the accessory, but Wednesday’s fingers don’t ease their hold on the tie – she undoes it for you instead, lithe fingers carefully pulling the knot loose before the cloth slips down you neck. Then her digits move lower to the buttons of your shirt, and the girl undoes those with precision only she bears – you’re never taking your eyes off her face, watching, and she catches your gaze when your blouse hangs open, her pupils blown wide, and your cheeks suddenly heat up.

Shrugging the clothing off your shoulders, you let it pool at your middle, and this time it’s Wednesday’s turn to look you over, taking every single detail, every little scar and birthmark adorning your body. She raises her hands to test a touch, but there’s hesitation in the way your shoulders tense, and she realizes how much is the amount of trust you’re putting into her, letting her see you like this. The ravenette seeks your eyes again, and when you look at her, her suspicions are quickly confirmed.

She knows how you feel about yourself – you’re different from her, after all. Different from human, as much as that’s possible at an academy where everyone is non-human in their own sense. The huge tusks, the claws, the pointed ears – these serve a purpose of giving your being a trait of monstrosity that’s putting off for most. The girl knows you resent the way your heavy jaw hangs to give space for your crooked canines when you speak, knows the look you give your own reflection in the mirror, but she doesn’t understand – you are perfect.

Your bigger palms cover Wednesday’s, and you guide her closer to your body. Her fingertips touch your flesh, a little higher above your waist, where your breasts are still covered by your bra, and your hands leave hers to rest on the mattress on the either sides of her head. You sigh, looking away, as the ravenette gently traces her digits up your middle, to your ribs and back down, palms smoothing over the skin of your stomach. Her touch is pleasantly cold and searching – your body is uncharted land for the girl.

“Hmm,” she hums, her fingers digging a bit deeper into the curves of your hip bones, making you shiver and sigh, “Such a fine, distinguished specimen you are,” perfectly manicured black nails scratch at your skin lightly, and you’re almost ready to crumble, “So good for me to observe... to touch... just for me.”

You lean over Wednesday, hovering, your frame caging hers against the bed, and her palms move to rest on your shoulders when you trail soft butterfly kisses back down her neck, over the pale freckled plain between her breasts and down her slim stomach – you refuse to tread the already walked path without kissing every inch of her skin.

You press your lips against the inside of her thigh, inching closer towards her heat, where she’s warm and wet and aching for you. Wednesday watches with bated breath as you slide a clawed finger over her pussy, pressing into her soft folds, and a gentle moan escapes her mouth at the sudden electrifying feeling bursting through her whole body. You look up, watching the small girl bite her lip to stifle the obscene sounds as your hand gently gathers the wetness, rubbing it down the length of her.

Your eyebrows knit as you continue circling her clit, warming her up. Gods, you want to stretch her out so bad – feel how tight and warm she would be around your fingers, and you growl in annoyance, blaming your damn claws, made to hurt and never to please.

But there’s no rush. You’ll get there, eventually. She’s all yours to have.

You open your mouth, your long rough tongue sliding out to glide over the plush of her thigh, and Wednesday shudders when the tip of the muscle grazes her between her legs – the feeling is so new, but so very pleasurable, almost too much so, and she holds a startled moan in when you move closer, sliding your tongue between her soft folds, right where she doesn’t know she needs you the most.

You wrap an arm around her thigh, your hand resting on her stomach to keep her from moving around too much, and Wednesday moves to grasp your palm, squeezing. Humming into her heat, you let your other hand rest on the sheets next to the ravenette, inviting her to entwine her fingers with yours, which she does – and you feel so close and connected like you’ve never felt before.

Your tongue slides between her folds, and you lap at her arousal, drinking her up completely, moaning at the way she tastes, and the sound sends a spark of pleasure up the girl’s spine, making her arch her back and moan, your name tumbling past her lips in a shaky whine. You realize it’s one of your favorite sounds now –  enough to free you of the fetters of wanting to be inside of her even – you want to hear it again, your jaw sliding open as wide as possible to wrap your whole tusked mouth around her heat before closing it, lips slurping obscenely.

All the self-conscious thoughts float out of your mind – seeing Wednesday like this is not only a major turn-on, but you’re also high off the feeling of being the one to render her to this state, her perfect composed being rendered a mess under your touch.

“Oh, (Y/n),” she gasps out, “I’m... oh, I’m almost...”

You want to encourage her badly, but decide to keep your mouth busy, your tongue pressing into her roughly, and the sudden change is what drives Wednesday over the edge, her thighs so tight around your head yours ears almost ring, her nails scratching down your arms.

And she moans, oh so lovely, a string of sounds as pretty as those of her beloved cello mixed with your name like it’s the only word she can remember right now.

Your lips are slick with her juices when you pull away – when Wednesday lets you pull away, letting up her hold on you – and reach up to kiss her, letting the girl taste herself on your tongue.

“Are you okay?” You whisper against her plump lips.

“More than okay.” She whispers back, voice slightly hoarse, eye half – lidded, but looking absolutely satisfied.

“Good.” You grin, gently nosing at her cheek, and Wednesday can’t hold back a gentle smile of her own, her eyes closing and nose crinkling at your touch.

You hold her for a few moments, gently, letting the ravenette relax, and your eyes close on their own accord as you lay with her, feeling warm and content – before you feel the smaller body next to you move, and suddenly you’re opening your lids to a completely different view.

Wednesday looming over you, the collar of her shirt sliding down and baring her collarbone, her gaze gleaming with want.

“It’s a good thing I keep mine short, don’t you think?” She says softly, palms gliding down your hips and thighs.

“And I do know how much you love my hands...” She adds, punctuating her words by a soft squeeze of your supple flesh.

You shudder, and she leans in to whisper into your ear.

“I wonder how much you’d love them inside of you.”

[bee-can-art]

It's taken me two weeks but I finally finished all of my qsmp egg human designs!!!

I have a lot to say about the design choices I made, so I'll put those under the read more if you want to hear my headcanons!!

• Click for better quality (17/07/2023)

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Some general headcanons:

• In order of shortest to tallest it goes: Bobby, Richalyson, Gegg, Tallulah, Tilín, Trump, JuanaFlippa, Pomme, Chayanne, Leonarda, Ramón, and Dapper.

• All of the eggs when found were wearing the same white vest/t-shirt and black shorts combination; along with their unique accessories. Any clothes that they're currently wearing, were gifted to them by the player characters.

• All of the eggs are the same age, and are all related (pretty sure that's canon tho).

• The eggs take on physical features from their parents, as an survival instinct. This includes basics such as hair and eye colour. But also includes things such as height and hair type.

• Eggs who's parents are avian/have bird-like features (such as wings), will adapt to have the same wing type as them. This also applies to other eggs, who are taken care of by avian players (see: Tallulah has dragon wings, but is growing black and golden feathers on them).

• The lower half of the eggs are dragon-esque; with scaley legs and clawed feet. The colour of their scales and number of toes that they posses are fixed and cannot be changed. Their ears and horn are a unique shape and colour, depending on the egg. The horns will continue to grow into adulthood.

They also have more naturally sharpened nails (like claws (but not sharp enough to hurt)).

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Tallulah

• Wears one of Wilbur's yellow sweaters, the sleeves often hanging over her hands. The red dress she wears is actually meant to be a pinafor, which is a staple part of a primary school uniform, here in the UK. They're most commonly grey, which I originally coloured it but it didn't look right, so I changed it.

• Has a freckle under her right eye (to her) that matches Wilbur, but also has a reverse freckle pattern of Quackity (I'm a tntduo-er (sue me)).

• Due to being cared for by Phil, she has begun growing small, black feathers on her wings. She also has a few golden ones, which started appering whilst trying to get Quackity to confess to Wilbur.

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Chayanne

• Takes after Phil the most, due to Missa's absence. This includes his wings becoming feathered crow ones, growing feathers on his face and tail, and has a hair and an eye colour to match Phil's. He also has a matching mole.

• Sometimes wears a helmet made from a large eggshell, painted to look like a skull (a nod to Missa and the fact that the eggs are... well, eggs). The skull on his t-shirt is also a nod to Missa (but he defo got it from Phil).

• His duck floaty has been replaced by a yellow hoodie, tied around his waist.

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Tilín

• Remember how I said that the clothes they wear were given to them by their parents? I like the idea (and think it's very in-character for him) that Quackity basically said, "I don't have any clothes for you, so just wear this until I find some", giving Tilín one of his jackets, and then they Tilín passed away before he could get him something else.

• He and Tallulah are the same height (again, I'm a tntduo-er (yes I am aware that Tilín's other parent has been confirmed to be Luzu, but this is my post so SHUSH). Also, similar to Tallulah, they have the same freckle pattern as Quackity, and an opposite placed freckle (under their left eye) to Wilbur.

• Has golden wings and feathers on face. Doesn't has a tail, due to low placement of their wings.

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JunaFlippa

• Wears one of Slime's white t-shirts with the three red hearts. Also owns a pair of Mariana's red gloves (not included in the drawing).

• Her wings have small holes in them, due to going to hell and coming back again.

• Gun.

• Her hair colour is closest to Slimecicle's, but it's unknown why her eyes are green (not brown like Mariana or blue like Slime).

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Bobby

• The smallest of all the eggs.

• From Jaiden he has her wings, bang and hair sprout pattern and colour. From Roier he has his multiple eyes (bc spider), eye colour, and wears one of his bandanas like him.

(I forgot to include the paint stains on his clothes, but he has those too).

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Leonarda

• Has small, rainbow mushrooms growing from their horns.

• From Foolish she has wings of gold (yes, you heard me. Leo's wings aren't like Tilín's with golden feathers, but are literally made from gold (yes she can still fly with them)). From Vegetta they have his hair and eye colour.

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Trump

• Was given one of Dan's turtlenecks and jackets, which were never replaced because, 1) Dan went "missing", 2) he [Trump] died before getting anything else.

(On another note, it was so wild for me to draw that jacket. I used to be a HUGE DanTDM fan, and the last time I drew fanart relating to him was in 2016/17)).

• Took after Maxo in hair and eye colour.

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Dapper

• The tallest egg (bc qBBH is one tall motherfucker). • Obviously, all of his features come from BBH, including the shape of his horns and the shape of his tail.

(if you were to put Dapper and BBH next to each other, Dapper would literally just look like a tiny BBH).

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Pomme

• Her beret isn't all black like her egg model, but looks like a red apple.

• Has split-coloured scales (one side blue, the other red) to match the placement of the markings on her egg model.

• Has golden duck wings to match Baghera. I went back and forth on whether to give her those or the butterfly wings she wears in-game. But I like the idea that those are more simialr to those fancy-dress type ones you can buy.

• The bottom of her dress has an apple stiched onto it.

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Ramón

• Second tallest egg.

• Yes he has hair under the hat (I haven't made him bald, don't worry). The hat itself is a nod to Spreen, who is his other parent but hasn't logged on in a while. His general outfit is also mean to have belonged to Spreen, as his Minecraft skin is just a bear in Steve's clothes.

I changed the pants, and added a white shirt and monocle because I like the idea that he's a bit of a fancy boy.

• The moustache on his egg model is represented in his hair, which you can see sticking out from under the hat (bc, like Chayanne, I had no idea how to get it to work in a logical sense).

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Richarlyson

• The second shortest egg.

• I'll be completely honest, I have no idea where the prosthetic leg headcanon came from for him, but I liked it so I included it. The leg I gave him is a running blade, as he is a fairly active kid.

• His hair covers his eyes, but underneath they are brown.

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Gegg

(Yes I'm including Gegg, shush)

• His whole body is green goop. This is how qSlime would also look, but it's easier for him to have his skin appear human, when at his "correct" size. When he [Slime] becomes over emotional/damged, his skin becomes more slime like.

Gegg is qSlime's way of coping with both his own daughter's loss and also his own self image. Because of this, he is always in a state of hurt, and this is refelected in Gegg's physical appearance.

• Has sticks sticking out of him, as well as visible bones, rocks, and other debris within his body. They get stuck in his him, in moments where he has a hard time controling the stickiness/consistency of his body.

• Doesn't have horns, wings, or a tail like the other eggs. Instead, he wears a pair of green, fancy-dress, dragon wings. It's obvious to other players/eggs- because they're on the outside of his clothes- but no points it out.

• Jorts.

• His t-shirt says "gegg" upside down, because he wrote it on himself, whilst wearing the shirt.

• No nose. His eyes also hover inconsistently over where his hair should cover them. His glasses are also just qSlime's.

• Gegg for president.

Here's the full lineup, for anyone who read alllll of that :D

[pbforeva]

don’t wanna be around my moms boyfriend so i’m gonna give you guys part 8 🤗

part 8!

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Evelyn's pov:

I yawn, as I stretch out my legs. After bringing my hands up to rub my eyes, I finally look around and realize this isn't my bedroom. Umm, so where am I?

I check to make sure I'm still in the clothes I was in last night, but to my horror, I'm wearing a pair of pink pajama pants and a white Uconn hoodie. Oh my gosh, did something happen? Blake is gonna be so pissed if it did, and honestly I wouldn't blame him. Oh gosh, Blake. I told him I would text him before I went to bed last night, and I most definitely didn't. This is bad, really bad.

Wait, I still have to figure out where I am. Who changed me? Oh no, no, no, this can't have happened. Tears well in my eyes as I realize if someone changed me, they would've seen my bruises.

Panicked, I get up, trying to find any trace of the person who this room belongs to. The walls are covered in basketball posters, and the bed I woke up on had a purple duvet. That is literally no help I groan, but it seems that it's at least a girls room, thankfully.

Hearing faint voices from outside the room, I muster up the courage to leave the mysterious room. As I walk through the door, I see Aubrey in the kitchen. I feel a weight being lifted off my shoulder, knowing that I'm in her dorm; however, my body stiffens as I remember one of them had to change me.

I walk into the living room to see Paige watching a show on the couch. I go sit next to her and begin to ask her about last night.

"So, um, what time did we come home?" I quietly questioned.

Turning to me, she softly says, "we probably got back around 11:30, but Aurora thought it would be better if you came back with us."

"Oh, so whose room was I in? and also did I change by myself?" I ask, while I pray the last answer is yes.

"Well, you slept in my room, and I just slept on the couch, but you were pretty drunk and wouldn't change, so I changed you. I hope that's okay." She says, her voice hitching before she answered the latter question.

She definitely saw the bruises. I don't know what I could say to get out of this. I hope she just ignores it, but I think i'll just wait and see if she brings it up. "Oh, yeah it's fine, but you didn't have to give me your room." I say sheepishly.

"It's no problem, honestly," she says, while she resumes whatever she was watching. Right after I thank her, Aubrey calls out, saying breakfast is ready.

Paige's pov:

**flashback to last night**

I lead everyone up the stairs to our hallway, and before I can speak up, Aurora tells me she thinks it would be best if Evelyn stayed with us for the night. After agreeing, we all head to our rooms, and I take Evelyn by the hand and lead her to my room.

She is still drunk, but I know she won't be able to sleep in these jeans. I grab a pair of pajama pants and a random hoodie from my closet, after a few attempts of trying to get her to change into them, she continues to laughs at every request.

I decide I have to try to change her myself if she won't change, I take a deep breath and try to be as fast as possible. I tell Evelyn I'm going to change her, and she makes no protest, so I start.

Gently, I grab the hem of her shirt and lift it off of her small frame. I try not to look, but I can't help myself from inspecting the bruises that line her stomach. The purple and blue mush together in certain places, creating an almost marbled effect. Tears spring in my eyes, as I can't imagine how much this must have hurt, and how I probably added to her pain by hugging her.

Tearing my eyes away from her stomach, I grab my hoodie, and start putting it on her, but when I'm guiding her hand out of the sleeve, I notice small bruises along her wrist. They look to be bruises of someone's fingerprints. I think I might go crazy on this boyfriend of hers. How can he treat a girl this pretty and delicate so horribly?

I quickly take off her jeans and slip on the pajama pants. I tuck her under covers, and I change myself into a similar outfit, then head out to the living room to sleep on the couch.

**flashback over**

During breakfast with Aubrey, Evelyn, and Azzi, I couldn't help but not talk. There was so much racing through my mind. How should I approach this with her? Likewe haven't even known each other that long, but Aurora texted me saying she couldn't do it.

Aurora

Hey, I'm sorry, but I don't think I

can be the one to ask Evelyn about

the bruises. I just don't think I have it in

me. Could you?

Yeah, of course

After breakfast is over, I lead Evelyn to my room. Taking a breath, I sit on the bed and tell her to sit next to me.

"Hey, is everything okay?" She worriedly questions me.

"Actually, no," I reply back, thinking I might as well get it over with.

"Well, what is it?" She asks while placing a hand on my back.

"I'm going to ask you a question and I need you to be one-hundred percent honest with me," I plead, and then adding, "please.."

"Umm, I can try," She says while looking back at me, almost like she knows what I'm going to say.

I take a breath before I begin, "Last night at the party, I noticed bruises on your stomach while you were dancing. They weren't small bruises either, they looked like they were placed there intentionally, were they?" I ask, looking at her with soft eyes.

I watch her eyes fill with tears before she says, "No, no, I swear, I just fell down the stairs the other day."

I hang my head for a moment before return my eyes to her gaze. I gently grab her wrist and pull up the sleeve of her hoodie. "Then why are there finger print bruises in your wrist?" I ask, trying to get an honest answer from her this time.

"No, no, you don't understand, Blake is great to me, he just gets upset sometimes," she says with an unsteady voice as tears begin to roll down her face.

"Evelyn, your boyfriend should never hit you, and there is no excuse for it," I say softly but firmly. But instead of answering me, she just rips her wrist from my hand and runs out the door.

I get up to follow her, not realizing that I was crying too, but she was gone by the time I got to the front door. I can't believe I fucked it up this badly, I think as I wipe my tears.

—

yeah so yeah 😜

[finn-m-corvex]

Falling Sleeves

I'm not super happy with the title, but that's okay! This is the second of the stories voted on by the poll, here in the afternoon just like I promised (for me, anyway). I had a lot of fun with this one, and for anyone that managed to read my hoodie headcanons before they got yeeted off the face of the earth there are a lot of little easter eggs in here :). Enjoy, everybody!

Words: 4.3k

No TWs! Unless you don't like bacon pancakes, in which case I'm sorry for your loss.

It was a very lazy morning in the monastery when Cole jolted awake, gasping for air as the sensation of falling washed over him. He grabbed at the sheets, twisting them up in his hands to try and ground himself as his hand went to scrabble at his shirt. The awful feeling was gone only a minute later, but the remnants of his nightmare still clawed at his chest as he struggled to take a deep breath. Finally settling down, Cole sat up and grabbed the hoodie sitting on his bedpost, frowning at the large splotches of paint across the front and throiwng it into the laundry bin.

He tred over the art supplies littering his floor from the night before, picking up his finished canvases and propping them up against his dresser one by one; it always helped him to put things in order after he had a bad dream. Staying up late last night to paint with Lloyd may not have been one of his smartest ideas, but it was the best way he could think to assure his little brother that yes, Cole was here and yes, he was alive.

Even though he very nearly wasn’t.

Almost as if it could hear him, his ribcage started aching under the bandages wrapped generously around his torso, and Cole grimaced when his shirt brushed against the smattering of bruises across his back. Zane had offered to stay with him and ice the bruises overnight, but Cole had declined since he didn’t want to burden his brother. Maybe he should’ve taken the nindroid up on his offer.

“Hoodies never hurt anybody,” Cole mumbled, opening his top drawer to grab one; it would do more than enough to hide the injuries. There were quite a few missing, but that was par for the course. Cole could’ve sworn he just did laundry the other day though.

Grabbing one of his favorites, a dark blue one with ‘KISS THE COLE’ in white letters across the front, Cole put it on as carefully as he could. He still managed to aggravate his injuries somehow, wincing, but they still felt better than they had around a week ago. Still, he should probably see somebody about changing the bandages at the very least.

Before he could think about leaving the room, Nya threw open his door, tossing something onto his bed and then flopping down on top of it. Cole raised an eyebrow at the hoodie she was wearing; it was one of his, a light blue one with various designs in hot pink across the front. He knew for a fact that he just ran that particular hoodie through the wash before the whole Oni debacle. At least he had located one of his missing garments.

“Nya?” he asked, and all she did was groan in response. Now that he was looking, he noticed how wet her hair was, and realized that she had shown up right after she had taken a shower. “Did you need something?”

“Can you help me with my hair?” Nya asked, muffled against his comforter. Eyebrows rising to his hairline, Cole smiled to himself, shaking his head as he walked back to his bed and sat at the top on his pillow

“Of course I can. Come on up here.”

Without hesitating Nya scrambled up to make herself comfortable, sitting between his legs and handing Cole her brush and hair products. Cole grabbed one of the spare rubberbands on his side table that he used for his own hair and got to work.

The time passed in silence, Cole working through her hair while Nya leaned against his propped up knee and scrolled through her feeds. In a way it was the most grounded Cole had felt since that awful day, his feet firmly on the ground of the present rather than dangling in the air of what could’ve been. Having his sister here brought him a sense of peace that he wasn’t sure he would feel for quite some time, and Cole had a suspicious feeling that it was the same case for her. Nya hadn’t asked him to do her hair in years after he taught her how to care for it as she was growing it out, and if he was being totally honest he had missed doing this with her.

Maybe that was why he took his time with it, even though he had the skills to make it happen much quicker.

“There,” he said quietly, putting the brush down and running his fingers through it to check for any hidden knots, listening to her hum of contentment. Nya snuggled closer, perfectly happy with her spot against his chest. “Do you want me to do anything special with it?”

“Can you braid it, please?” Nya asked, and Cole felt his heart swell with emotion.

“Always,” he replied easily, and he let his mind wander as he worked through the repetitive motions. Her hair really has gotten longer, he thought, and his heart ached when he looked for too long at the flowing black locks. They reminded him of his mom’s hair.

Mom. 

Now there was something he hadn’t thought about for a while. Actually, Cole thought about her at least once a day, but it had been some time since he had let himself get lost down memory lane, staring up at the old house on the end of the street that held every memory he had of his long-gone mother. He would linger there on the sidewalk, watching as the lights grew dimmer and dimmer as his memories became more recent, until finally the porchlight would flicker and flash before turning off entirely. Cole could never make himself stay for more than five minutes after the light went out, continuing to walk down the sidewalk to look at the bitter memories that followed.

“Your thoughts are too loud,” Nya joked, hugging his arm close to her. Cole snorted, not pausing in his movements.

“Really? How do you know that?”

“I’ve been with Jay for years,” Nya said, “it’s practically given me telepathy at this point. Now what are you thinking so hard about?”

He hummed to himself, debating on how much he wanted to tell her. “Your hair, it…it reminds me of Mom’s.”

Everything went quiet, but Cole wasn’t afraid of it becoming awkward. He knew that Nya was just gathering her thoughts, trying to think through her next steps as carefully as she could. “Is that a good thing?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Cole asked, genuinely curious, and Nya sighed.

“I-I don’t know. I guess I just don’t want to make you sad.”

“I’m not sad when I think about my mom, Nya,” Cole said patiently, tying the rubberband around the end of the braid. It wasn’t his prettiest work, but it would do for right now. “Honestly. It actually makes me pretty happy, she would’ve loved to meet you.”

She would’ve loved to meet all of them, really, and Cole knew that for a fact.

Part of him had spent the past week thinking about what would’ve happened if he had actually perished in the fall, if he would’ve gotten to see his mom again. Would he have been happy to see her? Or her to see him? Would she be disappointed that he had died the way he had, or would she just have been happy that it was a quick way to go? Would she have known his friends, or what happened between him and Dad?

Cole hoped that she didn’t know what happened between him and Dad.

“For what it’s worth, I would’ve liked to meet her too,” Nya said, and Cole kissed the back of her head as a response; he had to stay in the present, and not dwell on the what-if’s. He was here, and he was alive, and that was enough. They didn’t say anything after that, Cole pulling out his phone and looking through Chirp to pass the time while Nya continued to scroll through her various media; from what Cole could tell, she was currently looking at pictures of dragonflies, for whatever reason.

For as much as she liked to say that Jay was the only one with ADHD in their relationship, Cole would beg to differ.

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying himself despite the lack of social interaction. Both he and Nya were people who liked to spend time with people in the same space, sometimes talking but more than happy to just soak up the others’ presence in the room. Cole couldn’t remember the last time Nya and him had done this, laying down together on his bed and doing nothing but enjoying the other’s company.

Until he heard a large growl from Nya’s stomach.

The water ninja blushed, chuckling sheepishly. “Sorry, I guess I’m a little hungry.”

“Let’s go see if anyone’s making breakfast,” Cole suggested, even though neither of them made any movement to get up. He was extremely comfortable in his current position, except his bottomless pit for a stomach was also starting to rumble.

“C’mon Nya,” he chuckled, gently pushing her off and watching her flop onto the bed with a forced groan. Why did he have such dramatic siblings? “Do you want me to carry you?”

Nya held out her arms without hesitation, and Cole was quick to hook his arms under her shoulders and lift, feeling her legs wrap around him like a teddybear. He moved his arms to be around her waist instead, shivering from her warm breath ghosting over the side of his neck. She hummed contently, shuffling around before sighing.

“Jay’s right,” she said, “this is pretty comfy.”

“Why do you think I do it for him all the time?” Cole started walking towards the kitchen, already feeling Nya’s weight start to drag on his limbs. His ribs ached in protest, and his shoulders were screaming, but dammit his little sister wanted to be carried and he was going to carry her. The walk down the hall wasn’t very long, thankfully, but Cole could already feel sweat starting to gather on his back under his hoodie. Nya tapped her fingers along his back in a familiar rhythm, and Cole focused on the tip-tap-tip-tap that he knew so well from Jay. They really were made for each other.

Initially, he was planning on carrying Nya directly into the kitchen and dropping her off at the table, but Cole had to stop and gape at the scene in the living room.

Kai and Jay were playing one of the Fist to Face games, the second edition maybe, both of them remarkably quiet with their brows furrowed in concentration. Lloyd was nestled into Kai’s side, which is probably why the fire ninja was sitting down instead of jumping around, and the green ninja’s eyes flicked from the TV to his phone; he must’ve been going through his Chirp. Jay had his weighted blanket across his legs, his headphones settled around his neck and hair still messy from sleep. Cole resisted the sudden urge to run his fingers through his best friend’s curls, instead staying stone-still in the doorway,

All three of them were wearing his hoodies.

Was that where all of his hoodies had gone?!

Cole couldn’t even bring himself to be mad about it, especially when how large Lloyd’s black one with a green skull was on him, or how Kai had the hood of his maroon one with a flaming guitar pulled over his head to make his hair look ridiculous, or the way Jay was constantly pushing up the sleeves to his elbows and scrunching up the blue water designs that Cole had painted on with Nya one day.

Instead of saying anything, Cole just walked to the couch, gently dropping Nya into the spot between Kai and Jay. Almost no time had passed before she had thrown her legs over Kai’s lap and into Lloyd’s, putting her head into Jay’s lap just as the blue ninja grabbed a pillow to put under her head. The scene now looked even more bizarre with a fourth hoodie thrown into the mix, but Cole only shook his head and walked into the kitchen.

Only to be greeted by both Zane and Pixal wearing one of his hoodies each.

Someone had some explaining to do.

Zane was mixing up some pancake batter, quietly singing to himself as he was careful to not spill anything on Cole’s Christmas hoodie, the only white one in his collection. Pixal grabbed some bacon out of their fridge, absentmindedly fiddling with the sleeves of the royal purple hoodie that he had gotten on his last trip to the local Goodwill. Could he have a single hoodie for even a week before they got stolen?

Noticing him standing there, Zane turned around and gave him a smile. “Good morning, Cole. How are you?”

Staring, Cole finally snapped to his senses once Pixal started looking at him too. “Oh, I’m okay. Didn’t sleep super well though. How are you?”

Pixal frowned. “Perhaps you should go back and get some rest.”

“I’ll be okay, really,” Cole insisted, leaning against the doorframe and stuffing his hands into his pockets to try and hide their trembling from carrying his sister. He was pretty sure that Zane already noticed. “You guys making pancakes?”

“Yes,” Zane said, mixing it up some more. “Jay requested that we try mixing bacon in the batter this time.”

His stomach growled at the mention of bacon, and Cole had to admit that his best friend was a genius and a godsend. “That sounds amazing.”

“We shall see,” Pixal said, eyeing up the bacon with a look of apprehension. “I would trust Jay with my life, but you must admit that he has a less-than-stellar streak when it comes to making dishes.”

“Maybe, but I promise that you’ll like it more than you think you will, Pix,” Cole said, and he hoped to the First Master that he was right. He hated breaking promises. The nindroids shared a look of skepticism before turning back to their respective tasks, Pixal starting to fry up the bacon while Zane mixed another bowl of batter. Cole smelled the meat cooking and had to hold back from letting out a moan at the heavenly scent, instead watching from the doorway as quietly as he could.

“Did you need anything else, Cole?” Zane asked, startling Cole. He had spaced up pretty hard after smelling the bacon. “A drink, perhaps? Breakfast will not be ready for a while.”

“Why are you both wearing my hoodies?” Cole blurted out, and he winced internally at how blunt it was. At least it got his point across.

Zane paused, looking down at his torso in confusion before glancing at Pixal. Pixal did the same thing, eyebrows raising when she saw that yes, her and Zane were both wearing the earth ninja’s hoodies.

“I-I did not realize,” Zane said, meeting Cole’s eyes with a sheepish expression. “Is it a problem? I would be more than happy to change if it is bothering you-”

“No! No, Zane,” Cole hurried to say, seeing the way his brother and sister’s faces were falling with the thought of having to take off the hoodies. There was something deeper going on here. “Please keep wearing them, I was just curious. I don’t mind, seriously.”

“Really?”

“Really,” Cole assured, walking up and giving his brother a big hug. The smell of fresh snow wafted up into his nose as Zane hugged back, and Cole’s chest filled with warmth at how grounding his brother’s embrace was. It always had been and always would be.

There was a loud crash from the living room followed by shouting, and Cole sighed. “I better go check on them. Good luck with breakfast, you two.”

“I do not need luck,” Pixal said good-naturedly, accepting the earth ninja’s quick embrace with a small smile, “but I do need the eggs, if you would be so kind?”

“Anything for you, Pix,” Cole said, going to the fridge and taking out the carton, leaving it on the counter next to the stove for her. The sounds from the living room died down, but Cole still thought that it would be in everyone’s best interest if he checked in, just to be on the safe side.

He didn’t need to worry, as the sounds were just coming from the TV; it looked like his brothers had gotten bored with the game and had put a movie on instead. Belatedly, Cole realized that it was one of his favorite movies, and one that he normally would’ve had to beg and trade chores for. This was suspicious.

Jay had leaned over to rest his head on Kai’s shoulder, his fingers threaded through Nya’s now undone braid (there went all of his hard work) and blue eyes drooping downwards. Kai looked like he was the only one invested in the movie, as Nya and Lloyd both looked like they had started dozing together on the couch. Cole did his best to sit down on Jay’s other side without waking anyone up, leaning against the arm of the couch and bringing one of his legs up to sit on Kai’s thigh and box Nya in. He was more than prepared for Jay to switch sides, the blue ninja plopping his head back onto Cole’s chest and throwing his arms up and over the ravenette’s shoulders. The three of them looked like dominoes that had been knocked over, and Cole smiled as his arms settled around Jay’s torso without even having to think about it.

“Hey Rocky,” Jay murmured, making a pleased sound when Cole leaned down to kiss his forehead. “How are you?”

“I’m good, Bluebell,” Cole replied easily, ignoring the throbbing of his ribs in favor of holding his best friend. “You?”

“Sleepy, but Zane said no coffee this morning,” Jay’s jaw cracked in a huge yawn that had Cole snickering. Jay had definitely been consuming too much of the stuff recently to keep working through the night, so he wasn’t surprised that the nindroid had finally put his foot down.

“Yikes, guess that’s pretty bad for you guys, huh?”

Jay shrugged. “It’s fine, just means more naps with you, right?”

“You know it, Sparky.” Cole said. He asked Kai for one of the pillows at the other end of the couch for his back, and to his surprise Lloyd was the one who tossed it to him. Guess Greenbean wasn’t so asleep after all.

Mulling the same question he had asked Zane and Pixal over in his head, Cole’s curiosity eventually won out, and he finally fluffed up the pillow enough just when Jay grabbed his hand and tugged it to his hair. Cole shook his own head fondly, starting to run his hand through his brother’s curly locks and scratching his scalp.

“Is there any reason why all four of you are wearing my hoodies?” he asked innocently, twirling one of Jay’s curls around his finger. All four of them turned to look at him, and then down at what they were wearing, and Cole watched as each of his siblings’ faces flushed at how easily they had been caught red-handed; Cole knew that they didn’t commit any crimes though.

Jay started playing with the fingers on his other hand that had been splayed across his chest. “We-we missed you.”

Missed him? He had been there the whole time!

“I was just in the bedroom,” Cole said, confused. What was this about?

“Except it wasn’t that long ago when you weren’t,” Lloyd said quietly, and oh.

Oh.

They were scared. Scared of waking up and walking into the living room or the kitchen or even his bedroom and finding all of it empty. Cole felt the tears sting at his eyes, but he was quick to blink them back in favor of pressing another kiss to Jay’s head and nudging Kai’s leg with his foot to reach Lloyd. “Hey now, I’m here. I’m okay. Nothing to worry about, see?”

“Everything to worry about is more like it,” Jay grumbled, and Cole tugged the hood over the blue ninja’s head with a small smile.

“You’re awfully grouchy today,” Cole commented. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Didn’t get good sleep,” Jay murmured. “I was lonely.”

“But you had Nya?” Cole said, once again very confused.

“I didn’t want Nya, I wanted you.” Jay snuggled closer, Nya making a combined noise of protest and offense as he shifted. Cole was worried that she was going to douse them both, but the water ninja just turned over on her other side. 

“I told you to go sleep with him instead,” Nya grumbled, only awake for a minute or so before she was snoring away. “So ti’s your own damn fault you didn’t sleep.

“Of course dear, whatever you say.” Jay’s hand tangled in her hair, a lovesick grin on his face that used to make Cole’s stomach turn, but now he understood it. Sighing, he cuddled closer to Cole’s chest and nudged his ribs. “But we’re all staying right here until I fill my cuddle quota.”

“Really? Is there such a thing as a filled Jay cuddle quota?” Cole quipped, and Jay made a fake sound of annoyance, shutting his eyes and beginning to doze. He heard sizzling from the kitchen and took a whiff, smelling the pancakes as they started cooking. Breakfast would be ready soon.

Kai yawned, stretching his arms above his head and popping his shoulders. “This movie isn’t that bad, actually.”

“That’s what I keep telling you guys!” Cole said as loudly as he dared, not trying to wake Jay up right after he fell asleep. “We should watch it more often.”

“Now I don’t know about that,” Kai ruffled Lloyd’s hair, smiling so Cole knew that he was joking, even if Cole could tell already. “Are you comfortable over there?”

Cole yawned as he thought about it. Sure, his ribs were protesting a tiny bit, and the bruises on his torso definitely weren’t being done any favors, but he couldn’t think of anywhere he would rather be than right here with his family. “Never better.”

And those words had never been truer than when Zane and Pixal brought out the food a few minutes later, the smell quickly rousing Jay and Nya as they started fighting over who would have the first bite. They both looked absolutely betrayed when Zane gave the first bite to Pixal, and Jay was only placated when Zane told him that it was to make sure if Pixal actually liked bacon pancakes or not.

Pixal pushed the food around in her mouth with a concentrating look on her face, finally swallowing. Her face cleared, and all six of them watched as her face lit up in delight. “It’s delicious!”

Jay gave a victorious whoop, and now suddenly there were three people clambering for the first plate. Cole was prepared to patiently wait his turn like always, maybe cracking a joke about how the kids had to be fed first, but to his surprise Zane handed him the first plate. He couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten first plate.

“Thanks, Zane!” he called to the ice ninja as he went back to the kitchen to grab more plates. The tears came stinging at his eyes once again, and Cole pushed them away just as quickly as the first time.

He playfully growled at Jay, who was immediately in his space and trying to snatch his food. “Jay! Get your own!”

“I normally get the first plate!”

“Well you didn’t this time! If you want food so bad then go get your own!”

“But I’m all cozy,” Jay whined, and Cole felt his heart squeezing when he saw the blue ninja pouting. Dammit, Jay knew not to break out the puppy dog eyes with him.

Just as Cole was about to cave, Zane the savior came back with plenty more plates, and Cole watched as Jay dug into his pancakes with the ferocity of a starving animal. He was glad, honestly; it took a couple days after the Oni invasion for Jay to start eating properly again, but Cole was always keeping a close eye to be on the safe side. It was his job as Jay’s best friend and older brother.

And soon enough everything was as it should have been: Kai and Lloyd bickering over the syrup while Zane and Pixal watched from the other side of the couch, Nya snatching pieces of Jay’s pancakes while he wasn’t looking while Jay failed to snatch any of Cole’s. The scene was so familiar, so soothing, and before he could stop them the tears started falling down his face.

He could’ve missed this. He would’ve missed this. And for what? To tell his mom something that he was sure she already knew?

“Hey,” Jay whispered, and Cole jumped when he felt the blue ninja’s thumb swipe across his cheek, “everything okay? Why are you crying?”

Cole let his fork clatter to the plate, reaching up and wiping away the tears with his sleeve. He looked over to see everyone looking at him with concern, Zane and Kai on the verge of getting up with the others close behind. Giving them a watery smile, Cole bumped against Jay’s side.

“I’m okay,” he said honestly, because even though he was feeling a lot right now everything he was feeling was so so good, “I just love you guys, you know that? I love you guys so much.”

“We love you too, brother,” Zane said softly, Kai and Lloyd echoing his sentiment. Cole was waiting to hear Jay say it too when a body collided with his, and his arms came up to hug Jay on instinct. The blue ninja’s own tears were leaking into his hoodie, and Cole freed one of his arms to catch Nya as she came barreling into him too. Both of their movements made his injuries burn with pain, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care.

Because First Master, it felt so good to be home.

[angelbitezzz]

Next one up: Day 6!

Short fic under the cut

"Oh! You wanna play basketball, Papyrus?"

"OF COURSE! THERE WASN'T A COURT BACK IN SNOWDIN, BUT FROM WHAT I'VE SEEN YOU ONLY NEED TO BE TALL TO BE SUCCESSFUL!"

The human on the picnic blanket snorts at his words, grinning and reaching a hand up in a grabby motion. Papyrus responds in kind and took her by the hand, pulling her to her feet.

"I guess you're right. But we can't just play by ourselves."

She casts a glance around to find their friends scattered in the park space they had set up on. Undyne speaks animatedly to Asgore, Sans is working the grill, and Toriel is fussing over getting sunscreen on her kid. Angel raises her hands to her mouth.

"AYO UNDYNE! WANNA PLAY BASKETBALL?"

Her head nearly snaps around 180 degrees at her words, a smug grin spreading across her face as she turns.

"WANNA LOSE?"

"Yeah, okay, whatever, GET OVER HERE!"

Undyne abandons her conversation with Asgore as she rushes to the court. The king merely grins fondly—not at all bothered at being left alone—and sidles over to the grill where Sans stands. Angel jogs over, taking an appreciative sniff of the food cooking and another appreciative look at the skeleton at work; his signature blue hoodie draped over a nearby bush in favor of his simple white beater shirt, exposing the bones of his arms, neck and collar area.

"What about you two? Basketball?"

"Oh no," Says Asgore, waving a hand. "I'm fine with cheering from the sidelines."

"What about you, bone man."

"ehhhh. last time i played, i stood around wondering why the ball kept getting bigger. then it hit me."

"Shut up!!! That's a total lie!" Laughs Angel, shoving him in the shoulder. "C'mon, you've been working hard at the grill this entire time, take a break!"

"not sure that counts as a break, pal. least this way i can stand around and look pretty. really making the best of my skillset here."

"SANS, IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR BONY BUTT OVER HERE RIGHT NOW, I'LL RELIEVE YOU OF YOUR STATION! FORCIBLY!"

"what, like, you'll take over the grill?"

"EXACTLY!"

Sans pulls his spatula closer to his chest, eyesockets narrowing slightly. The skeleton is lazy by nature, but the idea of his brother ruining perfectly good meats when they're almost done....

"fine, if you insist. just be warned, my dunking skills are the wurst."

"BUTT! HERE! NOW! AND WE BOTH KNOW THAT'S A LIE!"

"can you gimme a sec? it's almost—" "Not to worry, Sans. I can keep an eye on it for you." Asgore butts in, friendly as anything. Sans takes in the moment with a blank grin and gives up without a fight, handing the spatula over. Angel grabs him by the arm and tugs him towards the court.

"So do you really suck at basketball or are you just doing the lazy thing again?"

Sans just shrugs and grins, making her roll her eyes. By the time they've made it onto the court, Toriel has noticed everyone gathering and wandered over. She tugs up the sleeves of her t-shirt to expose more of her arms and smiles, flexing her (admittedly, pretty muscular) arm.

"Count me in! I could use the exercise!"

"Sweet! Teams are gonna be unbalanced, though..."

"NOT TO WORRY! I'VE ALREADY GOT IT FIGURED OUT!"

Papyrus pats Sans on the shoulder and puffs his chest.

"IT'S ME AND MY BROTHER (PLUS TORIEL) VERSUS THE REST OF YOU! BECAUSE LET'S BE REAL. UNDYNE COUNTS FOR SEVERAL MEMBERS."

"DAMN RIGHT!"

"Fair enough!"

Papyrus pulls out a basketball from somewhere, and the game begins. Immediately, Angel finds that, much like the many times she's had to play games with the monsters, things have very different rules. She's already not the most versed in sports—and she ends up spending most of the match watching Undyne and Papyrus go head to head with a ferocity she can only wish to match. And match she tries! It's hard being short in a basketball game, but stealing the ball can be easy if you're quick enough; and Angel is fast.

Then comes her first challenge—fucking Sans. Turns out the guy either used to play or is a very fast learner, because whenever she manages to get her hands on the ball, he's right there ready to snatch it.

"Dude!" Angel pants during a brief pause of the game, after a panicked confrontation that ended in the ball accidentally going haywire and into the nearby trees. "I didn't know I was playing with an athlete, Christ!"

"heh," Sans looks pleased, though something like sweat beads on his skull. "nah, i barely rim-member how to play, really."

"Terrible."

"you're smiling."

"Yep."

The game is on again. Angel gets lost in it, having too much fun to consider holding back. Life gives an opportunity—Only Papyrus blocking her way from the hoop. Brashly, in a move betraying her complete faith in her own terribly unathletic body, she rushes him. Time slows down. Papyrus crouches to ready himself to catch the ball, and she sees the answer so clearly, so so clearly...if she can push herself enough!

"oh shit—"

It's all the time Sans has left to speak before he reacts on instinct, reaching out with his magic and grabbing hold of her soul, hoisting her into the air on time with her jump. He hadn't really meant to help the enemy team—but a head-on collision with his giant ass brother would've left them both with bruises, and he hadn't even thought before using his magic to stop it. Well, the truly unhinged scene unfolds before them—Angel using Papyrus as leverage to push herself up, straining hard, until her hand hooks on the rim and the ball swishes through the net. Everyone gapes in awe. Sans drops his magic, but Angel stays on the rim, clutching tight as Papyrus stumbles and rights himself. There's a beat of silence before everyone starts laughing and cheering, wolf whistles from Undyne, clapping from Frisk on the picnic blanket. Angel laughs with them, and then another problem arises as her legs kick.

"Uh! Help me get down! I'm too high up!! Help! Help????"

[gyaru-wish]

BULLIES, OCCULT CLUB AND DELINQUENTS APPEARENCE HEADCANONS

(This one is kinda long.)

Bullies:

They don't wear the shoes of the school uniform, they use more stylized ones.

When it's very hot, they don't wear socks.

Most of Hana's hair is blonde extensions to make it more spongy.

Musume is very discriminating about weight... It means that all of them have a certain weight to please Musume.

Kashiko has the longest nails (Even if they are false)

Hana tans from the sun. Kokoro and Hoshiko get spray tans, Musume gets tanning beds, and Kashiko is a natural skin.

Hoshiko uses a lot more makeup because she has dark circles under her eyes.

The clips and accessories they use in their hair have lots of rhinestones and fake gems.

From time to time they use colored cardigans, you know, for call the atention.

Their PE uniforms are also colored because Akademi's blue is plain and boring.

Hana has a small tattoo on her ankle.

Musume has a navel piercing.

Hoshiko has one of those piercings that cover the entire line of the ear (Idk the name of those bro)

Kashiko sticks stickers on almost all of her things.

Kokoro has jelly nails. Also jelly lips.

Kokoro is the shortest, Hana is the tallest.

Occult Club:

They all have bracelets on their arms. Especially Kokuma.

Kokuma wears a longer skirt.

Chojo uses eyeliner.

Shin has cat hair all over his uniform because of Wilson. Wilson is Shin's cat and it's fat, that's important.

Supana uses different shoes. In the sense that she sometimes wears a Demonias on her left foot and a Converse on her right foot. She does the same with her stocking.

Oka wears extra hoodies. She is usually cold.

They are all so pale that they look like c0rpses.

Daku sometimes wears hats to protect himself from the sun. It affects him more.

Chojo is always frowning.

Shin wears chains on his pants.

Chojo likes spiked accessories. So he always wears them. Necklaces, bracelets, shoes. All. Has. Spikes.

Daku's shirts have embroidered sleeves.

Kokuma and Supana have custom stocking.

I think eyebags is something we all knew.

Oka has dry lips.

Boys have long nails. Especially Chojo (He lets them grow on purpose to paint them.)

The girls constantly bite their nails... Except Supana.

Shin is very paranoid and it shows on his face.

Daku wears colored contact lenses.

Ever since Supana got fake fangs... Well. It became somewhat compulsive to buy them. Everybody wants to play vampire, shh.

They are all very, very skinny. They never eat anything. I mean yes but- It's not something they like to do.

Chojo has sticky hands. Nobody knows why.

Oka is the shortest, Daku is the tallest.

Shin wears glasses from time to time, he doesn't really need them but he feels cool.

Chojo uses hoodies tied around his waist.

Delinquents:

The first time they dyed their hair, they cried because they didn't know what they were doing.

Gaku is the shortest, Dairoku is the tallest.

Gaku has freckles.

All of them have at least one tattoo, but it is noteworthy that Hokuto and Hayanari have couple tattoos.

Osoro has the biggest tattoo. She has an angel on her back, by that I mean the images that say "This is what real angels look like".

They all have piercings, but it is noteworthy that Dairoku has a tongue piercing.

Very few people notice how really pretty Osoro is.

Their bodies are full of scars, bumps and bruises. (Osoro has more, honestly)

Their uniforms are stained with bl00d. It's hidden because they are black.

Although many believe it, they do not have marked bodies. They are just fit, but nothing remarkable. (Except for Osoro)

On certain days, you can see how their hair dye degrades with their natural hair colors. Umeji looks gorgeous with pink blond hair.

[jacejwsm]

Jace Underwood

PART 1: THE BASICS

What is your full name? Jace Mykeal Underwood

Where and when were you born? Born in Maryland on March 9, 1994

Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.) Mother names was Aurelia Riggs, but married and dropped Riggs to be Aurelia Underwood. Father name is Blake Underwood.

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like? Sister, Bailey Underwood. To him, he’s super proud of her and all she’s accomplished. He thinks she’s hardworking, caring, and nurturing. They look out for each other.

Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people. Jace lives alone in a townhome now. It’s decorated with the help of his sister, but not anything over the top. Lots of white, red and black in his home.

What is your occupation? Jace is a civil engineer who specializes in disaster management. His main job is to ensure that different structures throughout the city are prepared to withstand natural disasters, assess the risk posed to specific communities, and also to help lead rebuilding efforts. He works for FEMA. Due to his degree, he also is able to pick up side contracting gigs and do work to inspect homes in preparation for sale/purchase.

Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks. He's tall with a semi-athletic build, he works an active career so its not hard to stay slim. He weighs about 200 and is 6'2. He enjoys tattoos with two full arm sleeves, connected by a chest piece. He also has tattoos covering his stomach, and legs. His hair is almost always covered by a hat of some sort and his locs reach his shoulders, but are constantly growing. He has brown eyes. He likes to dress comfortably, he's not fancy by any means. Fancy to him is throwing on a designer version of the atheltic wear he is typically donning. A lot of his clothes are black, gray, and white, but he does have a ridiculous shoe collection that he will utilize to pull in a random pop of color. His preferred uniform? Sweats, a hat to match, and white t-shirt, maybe a hoodie/zipup to match the sweats if its a little chilly out. His favorite shoe is the Jordan 1.

To which social class do you belong? Jace is a solid upper middle class citizen. He earns a six-figure salary at his full-time job and does enjoy doing that work. Jace has the ability to make additional money through side hustles (home inspections, commercial real estate inspection) but he hasn't pursued that as his main line of work for his own personal reasons (benefits, time off, etc.).

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses? Jace doesn't have any known food allergies, but has really bad seasonal allergies. Its one of the reasons he enjoys LA, because they don't flare up as bad as they did when he was a kid. They are triggered by the fires though as the smoke in the air has significant impacts on air quality and his ability to breathe.

Are you right- or left-handed? He's left handed.

What does your voice sound like? His voice is deep. It's strangely southern, but not indecipherable. Most of it is due to the people he hung around in college and adopting their slang. When he's upset, his native DMV accent will come through, but generally his accent is neutral.

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently? "Nah" "type shit" "Bet" "yo"

What do you have in your pockets? Keys, vaseline, phone, pack of gum. & if its the weekend, he probably got a gun in his waist band.

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics? When he's stressed, he wipes his hands over his face. He also tends to play with the tips of his hair when he's deeply focused in a conversation. His face is naturally deadpan, which might make some people think he's a lot more unapproachable than he actually is.

PART 2: GROWING UP

How would you describe your childhood in general? Jace generally had a happy childhood. He was a true little boy, grass stains in the jeans, frequently doing little daredevil stunts on the playground and always wanting to be outside. He was forced into being a more responsible, and mature kid at about 6 when his parents had their second child.

What is your earliest memory? Jace's earliest memory is getting ice cream with his grandfather before watching football games on the weekends. His grandfather would often watch him so that his parents got down time, but he loved those times.

How much schooling have you had? Jace has earned his bachelor's degree in civil engineering.

Did you enjoy school? Jace grew up in a pretty high structured home environment, so while he didn't love the academic aspect of school, he did what he had to do to get scholarships and graduate on time.

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities? He learned most of his skills from his dad. His dad taught him in many ways how to be a man and taught him alot about materials used to build things, it was just something the two of them were always talking about. Jace would be marvelled at the architecture of buildings and bridges in DC and his dad would go into depth about how they were built and sustained. His dad also taught him the simple things like how to cook for himself (even though his mom was the true chef of the family) and how to clean up after himself as a man.

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them. Growing up his father was his role model until he wasn't. Jace admired his dad for being the head of his family, but when he learned that his dad had been cheating on his mother for much of his life, it shattered the image he had of him. It was then that Jace began to idolize his mother for both her physical and mental/emotional strength. She was the glue to keep their family together.

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? Jace wanted to be G.I. Joe when he grew up. He literally just wanted to be super strong and be able to save the world from bad guys. He got lucky falling into the work that he did, because he literally graduated high school with no plan besides to follow the money, which happened to be at CalTech. He didn't know what he was going to do with his degree, which partially explains the brief but impactful crashout period he had right after finishing college.

As a child, what were your favorite activities? His favorite thing to do as a kid was try to turn his little sister into a little brother, play outside with bikes, and go to the park. He also enjoyed getting to spend time with his grandparents.

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display? As a kid he was adventourous, goofy, friendly, and energetic.

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like? He was a well-liked kid, but popular is a reach. He didn't become popular until high school. He had a close friend named Neal in elementary school, and he also had Pop Warner Track and Field teammates who he hung out with and were always invited to his childhood birthday parties.

When and with whom was your first kiss? His first kiss was in third grade with a girl named Mariah. It was nothing eventful, they kissed behind a tree at recess and she was his girlfriend for the rest of that day.

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity? He lost his virginity in high school to a girl named Miko. He really liked her and they were a real puppy love couple, but once Jace lost his virginity, he turned into a whore. Poor Miko, he broke that girls heart because for the rest of high school he really was for everybody.

PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far? His mother's funeral because it changed his brain chemistry and who he was. He became a bit colder after that, and a bit more reckless. He has since matured but that event made him really lose touch with reality for a while.

Who has had the most influence on you? His mother and sister have the greatest influence on him. He will do anything for their favor.

What do you consider your greatest achievement? Jace’s greatest achievement was purchasing his home.

What is your greatest regret? He feels pretty bad about how he treated the girl he lost his virginity to. That girl did not deserve to get played like that.

What is the most evil thing you have ever done? The most evil thing he's ever done is pistol whip someone because he lost a street race. He split the gentleman's brow open and broke his jaw. He got away with the crime, but it took him a while to sleep peacefully afterwards without thinking someone was out for their getback.

Do you have a criminal record of any kind? Jace has been arrested a few times for reckless driving and violating gun laws. He's been licensed to carry but has gotten caught up a few times with where he's had his gun and the circumstance with which he got caught in. He's never spent more than 2 weeks in jail and his record was clear enough to get him a job with FEMA. They still on his ass about them charges though...

When was the time you were the most frightened? Jace was most frightened the first time he pulled a gun on someone. He had no intentions of using it, but he pulled to regain control of a situation. His fear was that he was going to have to kill someone because they called his bluff. Fortunately, that did not happen.

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you? The most embarrassing thing that ever happened to Jace was when he got his ass beat by one of his ex-girlfriends old (but not old) boyfriends. Jace had fallen in love with the girl, but she was a little quicker than him when it came to the love game. He called himself fighting for her love and got his ass beat by somebody he should've never tried to fight to begin with.

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why? Jace would wish that his parents never split up. It started a nasty spiral of him feeling like nothing was real in the world and made him really resent his father. He would change the fact that his father was a cheater so that his mom never felt the need to end their marriage and he thinks that would've fixed all the problems he had later in life.

What is your best memory?Jace's best memory is one of the times he went to Disney World with his family as a kid. He was 11 at the time and he just remembered how happy everyone was. He got to take his younger sister on a lot of the rides, and be his definition of a good big brother. His mom and dad were also genuinely happy, and it was a weekend filled with a lot of love and laughter in his family. They also stayed on the resort, so it felt like an extra magical weekend. Only the closest people to Jace know that Disney World is still to this day one of his favorite places because of how magical it is.

What is your worst memory? Worst memory is for sure the death of his mother. Not actually the day that she passed but the months leading up to it.

[stromulites]

👕 16 and 19, 📦 12, 🍽️ 1 and 💓 1 for IDU!rgb >:]

orugh this is a lot, bear with me hngkdkfdg especially since i haven't talked about IDU!pico before beyond vague mentions.

👕 16: Is your character's appearance more telling or deceiving?

BJ: pretty telling, I'd say fddjksgk. Loose clothing. A shirt he doesn't fucking change ever/has multiples of. Guy who just wants to live and have a good time doing so (as ironic as this is rkeslgdf)

Hannah: more deceiving. Since her stuff is mostly under her parents eyes, it's how they view her: their perfect daughter that they will set up for greatness no matter what.

Peter: (yeah i decided on a name for idu!pico krdlgdf) deceiving. Since his handler (Sebastian) holds all his weapons 'n shit, he doesn't visibly look dangerous. Just like a wallflower or something. Unfortunately or fortunately, Reapers with Guns are a rare and unwelcome sight.

👕 19: If your character had to get a tattoo what would it be?

BJ: A red cardinal. BJ and Hannah probably had a discussion once on what bird she'd like to be, and she chose Red cardinal. It'd probably be somewhere visible like his forearm or neck, since he wouldn't be one to get a tattoo no one would seerjkdkgdf. Once BJ and Peter get along though, I think he'd get a rat skull too, probably just under his t-shirt sleeve.

Hannah: Unlikely to happen while she's still with her parents but! A blue jay :D terribly creative I know, but BJ's literally one so it's most fitting. She's probably get a shotgun wrapped in thorns for Peter. Why? Ehhh maybe I'll answer that later down the line.

Peter: a solid ring of red around his right upper arm. That would be the only tattoo he'd get, I think. Mostly as a reminder for himself since it would be hidden under his hoodie most of the time. Maybe some smaller ones on his wrist, but I don't see him getting anything large/coloured like the others.

📦 12: Does your character personify objects?

BJ: Would probably say sorry as a reflex. If it's like a computer that's misbehaving, he'll smack it/talk to it when it works like it's aliverksdgf. Will smack talk the object that wronged him.

Hannah: Would definitely say sorry, but like. Probably only late at night when no one's looking/there to reprimand her for being clumsy. Will ask the computer nicely to start working again, etc.

Peter: Will kick the thing again, mumble an insult, then walk off. Percussive maintenance all the way, then go "I fucking thought so."

🍽️ 1: What flavor would your character say their personality is?

BJ: "Blue Raspberry--- what do you mean i can't say that? Fuckin- okay. The white flavour of a Freezie."

Hannah: "Hmm...Something like a savoury beef bourguignon. Or salty like Soy Sauce."

Peter: "Fuck, I don't know. I haven't eaten anything in like...seven years? ...Does Malibu count? Yeah the rum, what do you think I'm talking about?"

💓 1: What is a habit your character has that others might find cute?

BJ: If he's arriving from behind someone he knows well, and they're short enough, he'll put his head on their shoulder to look at what they're doing. This obviously doesn't work with taller people, but damn it, he'll try anyways.

Hannah: Can and will unconsciously braid a person's hair. Did this with BJ when his hair got long but couldn't be bothered to get it cut. Does it to herself when she's particularly bored or something.

Peter: Hums songs when he thinks his alone. They are not what you'd expect him to song to himself about, as they're usually recognizable as love songs. Generally soft in composition.

{ask meme here!}

[thatmarvelobsessedteen]

Not planned...not at all

Cassian x reader

Azriel x OC reader'scousin

Short Summary: Two girls, cousins, somehow find themselves inside a slightly modified version of their favorite book saga ACOTAR. What will happen to them, things have changed and not just their situation but themselves...are those pointy ears they now have?

Chapter 14

Hearing him groan I turn around which causes my wing to throw him back on the ground.

"Shit, I'm sorry! I just- How do these work?!"

Doing my best to lock my wings close to my body with my arms holding them there I feel my panic only growing.

As if to make it all worse I hear Roxanne quiet gasp now that my back's turned to her.

"Nell's, don't freak out more but your new cool wings just tore apart your shirt and hoodie..."

"What?!"

Feeling my back again I notice all that's survived without tearing apart is my bra, and that the sleeves are the only thing keeping what little cloth survived covering my front.

Almost immediately I go to cross my arms over my chest, making sure they stay there but of course that means my wings are now free of movement.

Seconds after I've already knocked something else down, just great! I was clumsy enough with just my old limbs I think?!

"Yeah no, we're fixing this!"

Experimentally letting go of the torn shirt and hoodie, I relax once seeing them both more or less hang on.

Wiggling out of the broken hoodie I tug carefully at the sides of my torn shirt before deciding it's all or nothing and start trying it at the back with the most basic double knot. Hopefully I can get it off on my own later...

"Yay! Done, now I'm just gonna start moving around like this so that I don't completely cause a redecoration of the house of wind."

I force my wings to fold close to my body.

"Worth it though, you look badass!"

Roxanne's comment made me smile feeling a bit better, too much had happened since getting here but this could be okay...this could be fun

"I sincerely doubt it. I've got a rats nest for hair, a ripped t-shirt tied at the back, some dirty leggings fuzzy socks and likely a bruise forming somewhere because of the not so stealthy Spymaster! Only two cool things are my now pointy ears and these Illyrian wings I've yet to be able to control."

"And the weird red energy waves!"

I repeat Roxy's words with a nod.

"And the weird red energy waves... But don't even ask me to repeat that shit, I've no idea what that was! Also why couldn't she kill us?"

My cousin shrugs not too bothered by that but instead admires my new wings.

Lucien clears his throat though and that makes us both look at him confused to which he only nods behind us.

Turning to look, carefully tucking in my new wings closer to me only to face the mildly annoyed and shocked inner circle. Nesta was more than mildly annoyed but who cares!

Returning to my safe spot hugging Roxanne from behind I notice that my wings wrap almost instinctively around her as well. Of course she noticed too and only chuckled mumbling.

"Double hug!"

There's isn't a word or answer that comes from the inner circle they all just sort of stare and look at each other wandering what to do.

[toxic-potions-productions]

Wake up! It's 'da first 'a the month year!

Hello, everyone! If this is your first time stopping by, then welcome! Please leave your shoes at the door If you're already following or have been a long-time follower, then Happy new year!

Anyways, to all the newbies, hi! My name is Toxic, or you can call me Z if you want. Welcome to my Tumblr! I will leave this pinned for the rest of January, so everyone can read this if they want

Please read the entire thing if you weren't able to read my blog description (Any & all headers seen in this post ALL go to their respective creators, I just wanna jazz up this post a little)

A few things about the person behind the blog!

I am 21 years of age, who's currently building a resistance to alcohol. The only thing I'm liking so far is Simply spiked peach, even though that's piss weak with alcohol. I just like it cuz it's peach ^^"

I'm Lesbian, who might also be Demisexual. It would make sense if I was, but Lesbian is the most concrete one for my sexuality

To those that don't wanna assume my gender & also don't know what I identify as, feel free to use They/Them! I don't mind But, my pronouns are, in fact, She/Her. I just don't mind They's as a grey area. As long as you don't use He/Him, then I honestly don't care what you wanna address me as

I mostly dress in darker colors since that's more my style, & I also wear pants alot, as well as long sleeve shirts or t-shirts, & baggy clothes like oversized hoodies & such. No, I'm not insecure of my body, or myself as a whole, I just love wearing clothes like that since they're super comfortable & are just very me (& I'm also just too lazy to shave my legs LMFAO)

Despite that, my taste in everything is all over the place. I listen to a cluster of different genres, dress in alot of different styles (Except for skirts, cuz gross), so I'm a bit inconsistent with it. But, you will see me in pants, sneakers, boots, & just overall darker colors the most

I got a pretty bad potty mouth, so sorry in advance for how much I swear in these posts =w='

My favorite colors are Purple, Black, & Red (In that order), & OGs will know my Teal phase. Ohh, boy........

I have a big appetite (My nickname in my house is "The bottomless pit", to anyone that cares), so I'll eat basically anything. Potatoes, Hot dogs, burgers, onion rings, you name it. But, my FAVORITE of all time is a good old plate of spaghetti & meatballs. I tear it up every single time, & it always slaps 😩👌 However, I have major beef with cauliflower. I fucking hate cauliflower so much My preference is all three things (Sweet, spicy, savory, things like that), but I love spicy food the most

I was born & raised in Monroe, Michigan (Yes, it's just as boring out here as you think-), but I'm of Irish, Scottish (& a little Dutch & Polish) ethnicity. I wanna go there so badlyyyyyyyy TwT I can only understand & speak English, so sorry to any foreigners that wanna follow me. I tried to learn a second language before, but I gave up after struggling with Norwegian for years. Not my best moment. I DO know a tiny bit of Irish, but that's only greetings, so IDK if that counts

I draw, I play games sometimes, & I do Gacha stuff when I'm way too lazy to draw. The mod I use the most is Gacha Nebula, but I do test out other ones occasionally just for the fun of it. If anyone has Gacha mods you think I would like, hit me up I'm old-school, so the drawing program I use for my art is MS paint. I also edit them with Pixlr E & FireAlpaca when the file is too big I miiiiiight post an occasional cover, but I wouldn't get excited over that. I'm not much of a singer, & I sound pretty shitty, so that will be very rarely you hear me sing. I'm pretty sure I'm a little tone deaf, anyway, so there's that. Sorry ^^"

I have alot of favorite movies, some animated some not. Like Aladdin (The animated one), Hunchback of Notre Dame, The Nightmare before Christmas, things like that. But, my absolute favorite one is Sleepy Hollow (1999). I've rewatched that movie, like, ten times by now

& last but not least, I was born on October 26, 2003 (so a Sunday to anyone that was keeping track). Which makes me a proud Scorpio ♏

What is this blog about, you ask?

Well, it's basically just a clusterfuck of anything I like. Demon slayer, Hazbin hotel, Homicipher, Helluva boss, Undertale, TADC, BATIM, Sally Face, literally anything I think is cool But, this blog mostly centers around Demon slayer, as well as my oc's from both the anime & just ones out in the open for the fun of it. Like, the incubi boys, for example! Go check out the #the incubi boys tag to see three of my favorite oc's I've created

I do have a few au's of different media, like my revamped Undertale au "ElementTale", & my KNY au "Sun breathing prodigy", but other than that, it's mostly my oc's in the mostly canon world Somethings in said stories deal with some pretty dark topics, so please be warned if you're sensitive to that

Fair warning, my blog is very 18+, as well as all of my other blogs, so have your actual age in your description or else you will be blocked. I check every single blog that follows me, so don't lie about your age just to follow me. That applies to the rest of my blogs I've made before. I also don't allow homophobia, racism, TERFs, pedophiles, pornbots, negativity, self promotion, scams, hate blogs, MAPs, politics, or anything else I might've missed. This blog is to get away from that, not to consume more of it You will also never know my views on things like presidency or anything involving the Government since it's not my place to share it online to strangers. However, my advice to give would be to simply do your own research on it instead of believing anything you see. I've said that before & I'll say it forever

My posts might include some of those for backstories & such, but that's the only time you'll see them. & I know minors are gonna follow me, anyway, but if they do, don't interact with any of my content with any of the mature labels on them

However, don't follow me if you're not going to interact with me. I want followers that like my posts & not just stick around just to follow me. That's been a bit of an issue, so please keep that in mind. Massive props to the ones that do, you guys rock

For some honorable mentions:

I'm doing alot of things with my mutuals/friends here on Tumblr, so please go check out their blogs, as well! These two are the goats 🙏🏻

@dorkycreature-89 I'm helping him with their little story on AO3 involving some old characters from our old FNW39 timelines (Who remembers that era?), so go check him out & tell him I sent you!

@happilylazycreator She's been around since the Amino days, & now that we've both left that platform, she's honestly been a personal rock to me. She doesn't post alot that isn't reblogs, so if you could go boost her posts & give her some encouragement for me, that would be great <3

Where else on Tumblr & my other Social medias can you find me?

I have a bunch of other blogs as well as other Social medias that you can find, but here's my blogs first:

You're already on my main!

@scribbles-i-call-art It started off as an art reblog thing, but now it's basically a place to organize my art & help people find them easier

@luxurious-anger This is an Obey me OC RP blog that I made out of impulse since I thought it was fun. I don't know much about Obey me, but I'm enjoying the blog so far, so that counts as something, I think

& any other social medias I have can all be found on my Linktree ↓

& that's it! Personal note here, I wanna thank you all for sticking around as long as you did despite how inconsistent this blog is. Anything you mention me in, like fanart or whatever, it always makes me happy to see what you guys can do. Thank you very much for your support, & thank you to anyone who stopped by & followed me. Happy 2025!