#my sweetheart my little angel

[barawrah]

realised his hair makes a little heart…….

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

DASH IS THIS REAL

[clarkgriffon]

dawn buffy the vampire slayer is such a funny character because they treat her like she’s 10 years old when she’s factually almost the age buffy is at series start when she’s patrolling cemeteries in the late night and dating her first vampire. and yet it feels absolutely right completely justified and she IS baby. i don’t care if buffy once fought a praying mantis lady on a school night at dawn’s age, dawn NEEDS a babysitter, a board game for enrichment, and at least 5 people acting as her parental guardian at any time.

[righteous-r0de0]

mdni

edited bc omg i can’t believe i forgot to include darlin

AND ANOTHER THING

puppy play is criminally underutilized in this fandom but SO IS KNOTTING

like these men are WEREWOLVES give them WOLF ANATOMY ITS SO FUN

ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO JOY AND WHIMSY??

like imagine angel hanging off of davey’s knot, panting and blissed out, their legs all shaky and them giggling when he fusses over them. he’d maneuver them carefully so they’re both under a blanket while they wait it out. or if he’s especially worked up, he’d growl in their ear about claiming and how much they belong to him. he’d leave sharp, nipping kisses all up and down their neck and it would usually lead to another round as soon as his knot is small enough to move again

baabe would be naughty about it. they would definitely use it as a way to overstimulate asher until he’s crying. they’d be locked together and they would just work themselves around his knot, squeezing until he’s whimpering and gripping the sheets so hard they rip. or they’d make him knot in their hands, ruin his orgasm with it, call him pathetic

milo definitely loves knotting. him and sweetheart always have to schedule playtime carefully because milo’s knot always takes forever to go down. he’s definitely had to carry them to the kitchen for water while they’re still stuck together. he’d take them doggy style, pressing their head into the mattress (carefully ofc) and mutter obsessively in their ear about breeding (regardless of their hardware) and how he’s gonna pump a litter into them

also, have they the hardware to knot sam, darlin would go full one track, almost feral mind just all make him feel good gotta make him cum cumming cumming fuck good hot mate mate love him mate. they’d be drooling and snarling all over his back, grinding their knot further into him until they cum and go limp on him. absolutely dead weight until their knot goes down

like just imagine with me guys pls

[kaiser1ns]

TAKIISHI CHIKA IN CHAPTER 153

[stephstars08]

Happy Heavenly Birthday River Phoenix🤍🪽

Happy birthday sweet boy🩶

You deserved the world🌎

You will always be remembered for always being real and always wanting to make the world a better place🕊️

[honeybuns-bb]

My Bad Batch Season 3 Predictions

Ok listen. I am NOT a critical thinker or predictor when it comes to my comfort media, and this show falls into that category, BUT in honor of Bad Batch Eve I thought it'd be fun to try my hand at making some theories anyway just so that if any of them happen I can brag that I predicted it. So let's try this out.

Thing I think will happen by the end of the series:

Phee dies

Cody shows up + Cody dies

Pabu is destroyed(I saw someone say they thought the Zillo Beast would be the one to destroy it and tbh I agree)

Wolffe comes back. He sighs dramatically about something. Perhaps even incorporating an eye roll. And if we're REALLY lucky, he'll even cross his arms.

CX-2 is Tech

DARTH VADER APPEARANCE

Things I WANT to happen by the end of the series:

Quinlan shows up(I will accept a name drop but NOTHING LESS. Give me his FACE or give me his NAME. No vague references)

Ahsoka pleeeeeease!!!

At least one (1) group hug with TBB

Ventress shanks a bitch

Crosshair gets a new outfit/armor. Someone help this outdated fashion disaster of a man.

emerie picks up hemlock and dunks him into the garbage. fucking obliterated(i saw someone ship them once. i want that person to know: im going to kill you)

Omega gets a lightsaber. As a treat. She deserves it.

DARTH VADER APPEARANCE. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH.

Things I think will happen in the finale specifically:

Crosshair, Echo, Wrecker, Hunter all die

Omega lives

Those three itty bitty clones(Mox, etc.) go with Rex

Cid pulls a Lando and tries to make up for her betrayal

Howzer dies and i die too

Crosshair momentarily overcomes his hand trembling to make a heroic and epic shot that saves someone's life(Rex/Wolffe/Gregor?). The music swells dramatically. The sun comes out. Omega wipes a tear from her eye. He will immediately die after this.

CX-2(Tech?) kills one of the bad batch

Then Omega/someone will be in danger and CX-2(Tech??) will overcome his reprogramming or whatever to save her life. He will also immediately die after this.

I haven't decided if I think Batcher will live and stay with Omega(symbolic of the rest of TBB still being with Omega metaphorically despite their deaths) or will die before the rest of them in a sooner episode(foreshadowing that they're all going to fkcing die)

I unfortunately don't think Hemlock will die. I have never hoped to be wrong about something as much as I hope to be wrong about this.

DARTH. VADER. APPEARANCE.

Welp. That's it. Happy Bad Batch Eve. See you all tomorrow if we're all still alive.

[baalzebufo]

good ol fashioned razzmatazz

SO I wrote more... :) ive wanted to do a series of scenes from Gideon's life for a while now- moments in time we didn't see in the show. mostly past, maybe some present or future, depending. wanted to explore his life a little more, and the headcanons ive got surrounding it. drabbles is the best way to solve this because i cant write one long cohesive plot very well haha

ive got a handful of ideas in mind but this is the first one that i finished to any degree. just a little scene from his childhood. gideon makes his first sale, and learns something about himself.

‘What are you up to, sweetie?’

‘Shh- it’s a secret.’

Gideon hushed his mother as he ran over to the back door and shoved his face up against it, peering out through the frosted glass window into the car lot. His mother, Florence, turned her attention away from the oven for a moment to squint at him. He was wearing his favorite dress shirt, the dark blue one covered in golden stars- shorts and sandals for the weather, and his long hair was pulled back into a white braid. The sun caught on his hair through the window, and she could have sworn she saw it sparkle. What a strange little boy they had, she thought.

---

She remembers how tiny he was when she first held him, and how odd his shock of white hair had been. Odder still when she first saw the icy blue eyes he had- not like hers or Bud’s, not at all. Neither of them had even heard of what the doctors diagnosed him with before then. Some sort of ‘congenital condition’, for whatever that meant. All that fancy medical talk was a bit out of her area of expertise. All that mattered to her was that their little boy was alive- and now, at least on his way to better health.

Their little Gideon had been much more adventurous these days. Ever since the doctors had given him the OK during his last hospital visit, he’d seemingly been itching to get outside. He hummed loudly, like he was deep in thought.

Florence smiled. She reached over to the fridge.

‘Well, if you aren’t too busy with your secrets, could you do me a favor?’

‘Hm?’ He whipped his head over to look at his mother, who was holding a little tupperware container.

‘How about you go across the lot and take this to your dad for me?’

The wheels turned for a moment, and Gideon perked up instantly.

‘Y’mean it? On my own?’

‘Of course, hon. As long as you’re careful-’

He nodded, a smile creasing his face. Oh- she couldn’t help it, every time he smiled, she smiled too. Surely every mother thinks their child is the cutest kid on the planet, but well… she KNEW hers was. And she knew that they’d been very protective of him these past few months, what with the hospital scare and all. As much as she fretted about his health- she made a mental note to deep clean his room again this weekend- she couldn’t squash that spirit behind his eyes. It couldn’t hurt to let him out on his own for a little bit.

He took the container from her hands and tucked it under one of his arms, nodding solemnly.

‘Ah’ll handle it, ma’am!’ He stood up straight and gave a little salute, his face faux-stern, and she couldn’t help but laugh. He’d been watching too much TV lately, bless him.

She waved him off as he skittered out of the door, turning her attention back to the oven.

---

Gideon shielded his eyes from the afternoon sun. The worst of his sensitivity to it may have gone away with the treatments, but it still got awful bright out in summer. But he’d power through it. After all, he had a mission.

He took off at a run down the winding garden path, rushing through the gate onto the concrete car lot. The weather was hot, but there was that fresh summer breeze blowing in his face that made him glad to be out of his room. He liked it in there plenty- he had books and instruments and more toys than he knew what to do with- but being cooped up in bed for so long had him yearning for the outdoors. He squinted, spying the towering figure of his father through the light glinting off the windows of his work building.

Giggling, he sprinted across the lot as fast as his legs could carry him into the shop.

‘Dad!’ He burst through the door, startling his father. Bud Gleeful whipped around from where he was sat across a little plastic table with a skinny spectacled gentleman, poring over a contract. He wore a battered looking old suit but held himself with an oddly aristocratic air. He seemed out of place on a used car lot.

‘Woah there, sunshine-’ Bud started, his sentence cut off with an oof- as Gideon jumped onto his lap. ‘Heavens, boy! What’s gotten into you?’

Gideon looked up at him- and then across the table to his latest customer. He had put the contract down and was looking down at the two of them, a smile creasing his cheeks. Bud raised a hand, a little embarrassed. ‘Oh my, I’m mighty sorry for the interruption, sir-’

‘Oh, no. It’s quite alright.’ He laughed- he had that fancy city-folk accent, Gideon noticed. He tilted his head to the side to get a better look at him. ‘Now who is this fine little fellow?’

‘Oh, well this is-’

‘Gideon!’ He piped up, folding his hands across his lap with a smile. ‘Gideon Charles Gleeful!’

‘Haha- yep. That’s my lil’ Gideon.’ Bud finished for him, resting one big hand on his son's shoulder. ‘This is my son. Little fella ain’t been too well recently, but he’s lookin’ fit as a fiddle now. Acting it, too! Well now, why’d you rush over here in such a hurry, boy? Does your mother know you’re-’

‘Oh, yeah! I brought ya’ this from mom.’ He held out the container to Bud, who picked it up- turned it over, then hummed in understanding.

‘Hah, oh yeah. I s’pose I did almost forget about lunch, all caught up in negotiatin’.’ He mused. ‘Thank you kindly, sweetheart.’ He leant down to kiss his forehead, which Gideon responded to by playfully swatting him away.

The moment was interrupted then by the man across the table clearing his throat. Gideon and Bud both turned their attention back to him.

‘Mr. Gleeful, I have to be honest- I wasn’t sure if this was the right car for me, a few minutes ago. Forgive me for my bluntness, but I was worried this place might not be… on the up-and-up, if you catch my drift.’ Gideon felt his fathers hand slip off his shoulder, a subtle change in his demeanor.

‘But… well, seeing you here- you seem like a real family man, Mr. Gleeful. Trustworthy. I’m sorry for doubting you.’ He chuckled. ‘I suppose I thought this contract might be too good to be true for a moment there.’

‘Nah, dad’s the best at this stuff!’ Gideon piped up- he felt Bud tense up for a second, about to hush him, but he carried on. ‘I’m gonna learn to sell cars just as good as his, someday! So you can tell yer kids to come buy from me!’

Bud held his breath a moment, but then the customer burst out laughing.

‘Oh- goodness, how sweet. You know what, Gideon? I’ll have to remember that.’

‘That’ll be Mr. Gleeful to you!’

Bud picked him up then, lifting himself out of his chair and carrying his son high up to perch on his shoulder. ‘Okay, that’s enough teasing, boy-’

‘Haha! No, no, he’s got it right.’ The skinny man stood too, pushing his glasses up his nose. ‘You know what? You’ve got yourself a sale, Mr. Gleeful.’

He held his hand out- up, above Bud’s, to Gideon. He grasped it firmly, grinning ear to ear and shook his hand. The gentleman nodded his head, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a crisp 20 dollar bill.

‘Forgive me for being forward- but may I give the young man a commission?’

Bud startled, glancing at it- then back to Gideon- then back to the money. ‘Oh, my- that’s awful kind of you sir, it certainly is! Of course you can.’

Gideon’s eyes lit up. He eagerly took the twenty, held it up to the light- then slipped it into his pocket. He squirmed- a sign for Bud to pick him up and let him down on the floor again- and stood up straight with his arms folded.

‘Thanks, sir!’ He chirped, and Bud leant down to pat the top of his head.

‘Now Gideon, do you think you could let the grown-ups handle the borin’ part of all this paperwork?’ He crouched to smile at his son.

‘Sure thing.’

‘Alright, sweetpea. Don’t spend your money all in one place, y’hear?’

‘Okay, dad!’

His mission complete, Gideon padded over to the door- leant over his shoulder to wave at the man his father was now pushing a pen into the hand of- and left the room.

Stopping on the sun-soaked car lot, he reached into his pocket and felt the dollar again. Thought about the look on that man's face when he gave him the money, for nothing but a few words and a smile. His dad had a pretty easy job, he figured. But he didn’t really understand the whole sales thing- not yet, at least.

---

Gideon would spend the rest of the day playing in the garden- until he got too hot and tired, and retreated back to his shaded room for a nap. He wouldn’t think too much about what happened that day.

But that night, his father would take them out to the diner and boast loudly about how his son- barely in his fifth year!- had made his first ever sale. He’d let him order dessert- seconds, too. And he’d ask Gideon to stop by the lot more often, especially if he wants to learn to be a salesman someday. He was one talented boy, his parents told him. Showered him with that notion, really. He was destined to be a big shot one day with a personality as glowing as his.

'You have a face folks would never say no to!' His father told him. He didn't mean much when he said it- more of a joke than anything. But something about it settled with Gideon, still learning about the world. Nobody would say no to him, huh...?

He figured that sounded pretty nice.

[thewindandthestars]

Fighting the voices of making a twst oc that's shipped with Kalim. They could be a wholesome couple 🥺 (wholesome and inadvertently chaotic)

[jtownraindancer]

if you listen closely you can hear my heart breaking

[prettyboykatsuki]

i miss him so much i started crying

[sanatomis]

my little satoru plushie came three weeks earlier than i expected it to and maybe life isn’t that bad

[gardenofnoah]

bea ! if you’re still doing the prompts i humbly ask for honey calcite and/or amethyst <3

my favorite stone for our boy on his birthday <3 thank you angel baby

amethyst—"hey, hey, just breathe. i've got you now, it's okay." (bakugou)

.

it's almost too much effort to reach out and twist the knob to your front door. your feet hurt, your sweater is itchy, your bag is heavy, the tears pricking at your eyes are irritating. your incessant tossing and turning set an awful tone for a day that seemed hellbent on exceeding your already low expectations—and not in the way you would've liked.

"babe?"

you throw your bag down on the tile a bit too hard and look up to see katsuki hovering like a worried mother hen at the top of the stairs. something in his expression twists unbearably in your chest and suddenly your view of him is blurred and swimming. you drop your chin to your chest, trying your best to muffle your sniffling. it doesn't matter, because he's down the steps and gathering you in his arms before you can even notice he's moved.

"my baby," his voice rumbles softly in his chest as he tucks you into it with a hand to the back of your head, "s'alright. i got you."

and you know he does, so you let it go—every harsh, shuddering breath muffled by the fabric of the shirt you cling to.

it takes a while for it to subside—katsuki keeps you pressed to him and speaks to you softly, encouraging you to take deep breaths until your heartbeat stops pounding in your ears.

he untangles you from him gently, pulling back to look at you. you feel such sudden and overwhelming relief when he doesn't ask about your outburst—he just drops to a crouch, prompting you to lift your leg so he can take off your shoes. you sigh when you feel his warm palm rub at the sole of your foot, smoothing out the ache.

"thank you," you rasp, fingers reaching to pet through his hair as he pulls the remaining shoe off. he hums, turning his head to press a kiss to your knee through your slacks.

"c'mon," he rises to his full height and herds you up the stairs—for the first time since you came home, you smell something cooking in your kitchen. he leads you past it before you can catch a glimpse of what's on the stove, taking you down the hall to the bathroom, where he gestures for you to sit down on the toilet seat. he starts the shower and turns to leave—you hear him rummaging around further down the hall until he comes back to you, setting a pair of his softest sweats on your lap.

"gonna finish dinner," he speaks softly into your hairline between gentle kisses, "come eat when you're done."

he shuts the door behind him and you're grateful for it because there's something about katsuki and his god damned kindness that makes you a little emotional and you'd prefer to spare him from round two of the tears.

you move through the shower on autopilot mostly, but it does feel good—the water pressure beats away some of the tension and you find yourself softer when you step out, made even softer still when you pull katsuki's sweatshirt over your head.

you're swimming in his clothes but it's helpful—you feel secure like this, and less overstimulated than you did before. when you pad out from the bathroom, you find him leaned against the counter, stirring something in a big pot. you don't hesitate to mold yourself to his back.

"feel better?" he turns his head to look at you over his shoulder. you miss the soft fondness in his eyes, but you feel it anyway.

"yeah. thank you, ki."

he hums, and you press your head a little harder between his shoulder blades, eager to get closer to the sound.

"nothin' to thank me for, angel."

[socksandbuttons]

hilarious there is in fact the sweet bby ruin in that amalgam virus man esp while i already made a ruin eclipse for my space au a week or ago, interesting interesting.

[killuaisaprincess]

iced bun

“Happy Mother’s Day, Leorio.”

There’s silence on the other end for a second, just buzzing, before a loud yell.

“WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN?!”

Killua holds back a giggle, and he can hear Leorio grumbling and mumbling on the other side.

Killua sniffs, putting on his best wobbly voice.

“W-What? Nanika and Alluka d-did it for me…”

“Fine. Thanks, kid. Now stop messing with me and get some rest! Doctor's Orders!”

Killua’s eyes water and he looks at Gon, wailing.

“G-Gon… L-Leorio… actually cares about m-me…”

Leorio can hear his blubbering through the phone, and he isn’t sure if Killua is still trolling him or is serious.

“O-Of course, I do!”

[jacedified]

SUMMIT PT 2 LIVE REACTION

wdym u can explain eventually

TELL HIM VINCE- i-

WILLIAM ORDERED U but like why tho

ok porter i love u MWAH

SOLAIRES STAND AS ONE NATION UNDER GOD INDIVISIBLE whatever whatever

ALEXIS GET UR SHIT TOGETHER

period alexis

i would love a game of clue rn

shes not wrong abt the wrinkles

LEX??? WTF AYE Lex VINCENT WTF DO U MEAN LEX

sweethearts safe and sound BLESS 😭

GIRL ATP I NEED U TO SPEAK IM TO ANXIOUS FOR SILENCE

milo bby its ok OUR POOKIE IS OK

asher smooch MWAH ily be safe

yea davey king dead happened while u were in negotiations

PUSH THEM AWAY???

DAYYYUMM ofc they didnt get to see who did the murder DAAAMMNIT

idky but evacuate the dance floor is playing in my head

(EVACUATE THE DANCE FLOOR DOO DOO DOO DOO IM ADDICTED TO THE SOUND) ((i forgot the lyrics))

aww another trusting moment between the men

PORTER CMERE BABES

yeah tell him asher

GET HIS ASS

PORTERR ill-

GET HIM ASHEERRRR

im crying i have tears in me eyeballs yall i cant

SPEAK SIR

ok thats true but like why did u send SH in there right before u knew he was gonna die????

DID I HEAR HEARSAY

true i cant handle a war rn and lovely shouldnt be spending their first year fighting on behalf of a clan they just became a part of

porter if ur not spinning then why do u look like a ballerina rn?? hmm?? EXPLAIN

YEA BUT THE NUDGE WAS DONE KNOWING SOMETHING WOULD HAPPEN A LITTLE HEADS UP WOULDVE BEEN FUCKING NICE

lets go crazy crazy crazy till we see the sun

the department is right there.. in sweetheart form

BLOOD FIRST??? oh yeah vampire clan rules blah blah i remember this being mentioned during quinns little moment

WHO TF IS SPEAKING?? alexis? GIRL THATS NOT U SPEAK LIKE NORMAL

OH THE MONARCH IS SPEAKING i was lost

baas? bahs? someone spell this for me i wanna kiss her SORRY yall

BOYS JUST KEEP UR WOLFY HANDS DOWN

. . . yeah shes not wrong solaire and friends should probably sit out

MILO ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS

as if you care princely pop..

OH- TELL HIM ALEXIS clock him

oooooh???

alexa play ash by seventeen

well william aint here rn hes got other rich people duties

i hope SH is like stupidly staring at alexis the way i would be

so ur saying u left him alone before he died

HE DIDNT SAY? mf u were pestering abt funding just say he was annoyed w u

LEAVE WILLIAM ALONE HES BUSY (this is my sticking up for my 500 something yr old bby daddy)

well thats just hearsay princely poo

oh- AYE ADAM DESERVED IT CUNT!! (no he didnt i love him but yes he did)

YEAAAA TELL HIM

thank u porter poo

yea … christopher

they were fighting vincent for the most part so alibi CHECK

sorry monarch we didnt mean to kil- i mean let the king die without notice.. ill let u know next time

THEY FOUND SOMETHING YAALL

MORE TO THE STORY??? omg OH SHIT demon blood on a letter opener is crazy

so someone stabbed my other future husband with a letter opener

SHE CALLED ASHER PUP i love the monarch

OK MONARCH I WAS JUST COMPLIMENTING U GOD DAMN IT BE NICE

ok maybe david was a little silly asking that question but u cant expect him to know everything

so basically what im hearing is a demon was involved only ppl who closely align with empowered and demons would the house of bennett and their relationship with closeknit

CHRISTOPHER U LYING SACK OF SHIT WE CAUGHT U

ONE OF U OLD BAGS CALL ANOTHER SHAW PACK BOYS A DOG AND YOULL BE ON THE NEXT BEHEADING LIST

exactly someone got caught lacking after killing the king and didnt think to fuckin check themselves before letting the king be found

period porter.

i would retype all of this but shes just speaking fact so i dont need to take note of any of it

YOU GAVE HER THE POWER TO DO SO DUMBASS

ANOTHER DEATH??? damn both kings dead during the summit is wild

yeah milo my mind is kinda blown

NO MORE MONEY FOR CLOSEKNIT WOOT WOOT NO MORE MONEY CLOSEKNIT WOOT WOOT

vincent im too mentally unstable for an “are you alright lovely”

I REMEMBER IT BEING SPELLED BAAS so monarch baas is very right

NO HES JUST A BBYGIRL HE DONT KNOW NOTHIN

help “with any luck it wont be the last” shes so real for that

YES MAAM THIS WILL BE REPEATED TO KNOW ONE LOVE U HAVE A WONDERFUL REST OF UR SUMMIT *bow bow*

vincent listen i love u but like shes right we just have to keep it pushing

PORTER VINCENT TALK TIME lets gooo

IM EXCITED FOR PT 3