#neglected my askbox for a few days

[flowersnax]

Hi, I hope you're doing well. I'm writing to you with a heavy heart and an urgent request for help. My family is in a very danger situation due to the ongoing war, and I've launched a GoFundMe campaign to save them. Could you please share my campaign post from my profile? Each share could be a lifeline for my family. 🙏 Feel free to share it in any other social media platform if you would like. Our campaign has been verified ⭐️ by operation olive branch, and is entry number 26 on their spreadsheet. Also with ⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249/(212) on their spreadsheet. From the bottom of my heart I want to thank you in advance for all of your support and kindness.

☝️☝️

[brainrotallthewaydown1312]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers :)

this response is super delayed partially because i answered a similar one a few days before i got it and partially because i have been neglecting my inbox since then and i forgor but here goes:

halloween! i love all things spooky and the way i celebrate with a combonation of modren halloweeny things and traditional samhain things makes me feel connected to my celtic heritage

my friends. as corny as it is, id have literally nithing in my life without them. my irl friends, my online friends, everyone. i love yall so much

crochet and sewing. there is something so relaxing and satusfying about it and learning more and more about fiber craft and textiles is fascinating

doll making. my current prefered media for this is amigurumi crochet, but ive been looking at getting into making ball jointed dolls from clay.

stories. telling thm, reading them, writing them, watching them. all kinds. fantasy, romance, sci-fi, comedy, drama, horror, poetry, classics, experimental formats, everything. ive been hooked on thm since i was old enough to ask for them and the passion for them has never gone away

and im doing this on halloween so my notes are a bit chaotic due to the great reboopening but i think the last reblogs are from @monsterbananatv, @ohmyoverland, @anxietymoss, @anxiouslittlecarrot, @shroombenispalls, @lemonsharks, @wisecrownvoid, @strawberrycowgirly, @jijjles, and @hailqiqi

hallowed be all a y'all's weens

[harushinkai-daily]

State of the Blog and Plans Going Forward

Hello friends! I wanted to share my plans for this blog now that we've gone through all the episodes and documented more than four years(!!) of good, good Harus.

The bottom line up front: this blog will still be updating, but there is going to be a drop in frequency, and I will take requests via the askbox if there's something you want to see! The rest is under the cut to spare your dash, but read on if you're curious!

First of all, I want to assure everyone that this blog is NOT going away. I care about it way too much to just abandon it. That said, I really don't have it in me to keep it updating daily at this point. There are nowhere near enough "new" Harus I could post, and while I suppose I could start the anime over again from the beginning, I want to make this transition on a high note, and there's nothing I could do that would be more satisfying than (somewhat-accidentally-but-then-totally-on-purpose once I saw it was possible) lining up the end of the anime to coincide with Haru's birthday. Plus, I always want this blog to be a labor of love and joy, so I really do need to make this adjustment before it starts feeling like a chore or obligation to update ^^;

So what does that mean? It means there will still be some new posts to this blog, but they're going to become much more sporadic in nature. I haven't exactly figured out what this looks like yet. It might be every week, it might just be when I feel like it. I still have some manga panels to go through and some anime-related "bonus materials." Plus, there are some stats and compilation-based photosets I want to make (and my personal top 10 Harus? You betcha!). Not to mention finishing the poor, neglected blog index, if you've ever looked at this page on desktop!

That actually brings up another one of my goals for this project: archival and general Appmon news/promotion. In terms of archival, I want to export the contents this blog (screenshots and captions) somewhere outside of Tumblr; I'm thinking a Neocities page or something. I also might use this space to reblog whatever Appmon-related news we might get in the future (few and far between, obviously, but it could still happen!). There are also some other Appmon-related projects that are rattling around in my head that I would also like to get out there (character comparison by director and/or Caught-Up Old Man supercut, anyone?). So things might look kind of quiet as I do some work on some backend HTML and other behind-the-scenes stuff, but progress will probably be happening on those fronts, slowly but surely!

All that said, if you really can't get enough Haru, there are several ways you can help to keep this blog going!

Send me a date on the calendar, ANY date, and I'll reply with all of the daily Harus that got posted over the years! The only exception to that rule is July 1, since that day's dedicated to reblogging fanworks :)

Send me ideas for photosets! With 4 years of backlog, I'm sure there are some interesting ones that could be made.

Send requests for gifs! I only did this sporadically during the original run, but if there's something you want to see that I didn't make already, I'll do it.

Let me know what YOUR favorite Haru(s) are. It doesn't have to be all about me! :D

Send me Harus or requests for Harus that I'm missing? This blog has always accepted submissions. But please note I will not post more than individual Appmon manga panels, because Naoki Akamine, the mangaka, has requested that any art they've shared and posted on social media not be reposted. If it's not directly from the anime, I also have a strong preference for original, official images WITH SOURCES, because I've noticed there are a few AI-upscaled versions of things like card art floating around out there. I will always do my best to track down the original image, and will not use images that have been enhanced with AI on this blog. A sure way to tell: any text on the image looks fuzzy (and wrong!)

Last but not least (and I know I say this a lot, but bear with me): thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for sticking with this blog, whether you're a longtime follower or a relative newcomer. This whole project started on a whim, as a passion project early in the COVID-19 pandemic, and I could not have guessed that it would have taken me this long to make it through the whole series, one good Haru at a time. I have spent a truly shocking amount of time working on this blog, but an equal amount of love, for one of my absolute favorite Digimon series and gogglehead protagonists.

Love from your HaruShinkai-Daily mod,

@citrus-cactus

[antique-forvalaka]

Something has been turning in my head and the lovely @luckydragon10 has mentioned that you will be discussing this matter so why-is Kinn the only brother without a portrait of himself in his rooms? We have seen his space in parts. The living room in ep 1 and 2 and the bedroom in ep 4 and none of those spaces has a portrait of him. Unlike his brothers his rooms are very clinical and clean almost lacking in personal touches.

Also I’m new here a day old so let me know if I’m going about things the wrong way

Yo lmao, guess who forgot all about her askbox.....

Hmm well so far I’m still trying to hold out hope that Kinn has one hidden somewhere, but i guess i should admit defeat soon. It would certainly be an interesting choice if both of his brothers have these very dominant and abstracted portraits with the exception being him.

I had hoped we’d get some portrait lore during the Tawan arc, but that was a bust as well; and i dont think his hidden couple’s photograph counts either.

As for why Kinn possibly doesn’t have one:

Kinn is the one with least personal agency, by which i mean, he has power and influence, but must be careful about how he exerts these. He’s caught in his position as heir and under a lot of pressure, both from outside forces and his own father. This is exemplified by the several scoldings and warnings Kinn gets from him in relation to getting distracted by a relationship.

How much time did he even have (prior to making time for Porsche) to do his own thing, his own hobbies, without feeling like he’s neglecting his family business. Or even just, how much of a individual personality did he let himself have? Hmm, to be honest, we really would need more context to make definitive statements about these, but the absence of a portrait may hint at his true personality being well hidden/buried.

Oooor it could just as well mean the opposite. Both of his brothers seem like they have something to hide and have several identites (for Kim the obvious Wik and his connection to the mafia, and/or his investigation. Tankhun has shown in the last few eps a hidden competence that he usually obfuscates with his overactive and exaggerated personality) which could in contrast portray Kinn as the opposite: much less duplicitious than he initally seemed.

But as i said, I’m still hoping we’ll see a Kinn portrait, or maybe I missed one already (in which case i’d find it on a rewatch). And in case there exists no such portrait i’d still wait till the end of the season before i can confidently decide on the one interpretation i feel is more fitting, or just reiterated that several seem to be applicable.

[yandere-daze]

Hi! I know you've heard this lots but congrats on the 1400 followers! I've been following for months and it's incredible how much you've grown overtime 🥺. Your writing is awesome so congrats once again! I don't want to send two asks so I hope it's alright to send a request as well for the yandere tarot event. May I have The Tower, Justice and The Devil with Shu? Thanks in advance!

Going back to write the rest of the tarot prompts and I swear seeing this in my askbox again was so nice! Really, thank you so much☺️

More than happy to write for Shu again, I really have neglected him for a while!

tw yandere, obsession, possessiveness, stalking, isolation, dollification (slight)

The Tower - If this yandere saw their darling in danger, how would they respond/react?

For a few seconds, Shu wouldn't believe his eyes and kind of just stand there frozen with wide eyes. You were in danger? That can't be! This can't be happening! The first emotion he feels after the shock wears of is anger.

How dare this person try to hurt the most precious person in the world? It's simply unacceptable! He wants to get in between them and pull you away but he's painfully aware that he's not all that physically strong and would likely lose in a fight.

So instead, Shu would opt to try and have a stern talk with the attacker, hoping to maybe get them to leave if he just makes enough harsh remarks about them. Being criticized for minutes on end hopefully will buy enough time for someone else to show up to break up the fight.

Shu's very frustrated that he's so powerless in this situation

Justice - Does this yandere ever feel conflicted about what they’re doing?

Most of the time? Not really. You´re the object of his affections, his primary source of inspiration. It´s only natural that he wants to have you around at all times, right? And of course you trying on every single piece of clothing he has created is much the same. He made them specifically for you so why should you not wear them? What? You dislike the way he´s always looking at you and you think he treats you like a doll?

Well that´s just silly! Of course he knows you´re human but sometimes it just becomes necessary to keep you with him by force when you try to leave him for some of your other so-called friends. He obviously needs you more than them and you also need him! There´s nothing to feel bad, you two were made for each other and if you can´t see that then it´s his job to make you realize that as soon as possible. He could take great care of you!

Only when he´s alone and talking to Mademoiselle does he sometimes have a moment of clarity where he does recognize that the way he feels for you probably isn´t healthy. He knows the inevitable outcome of treating you like this from the time he had treated Nazuna like a doll before. He doesn´t want that to happen again but what can he do when he fears that you too will abandon him one day?

The Devil - What taboo things would this yandere do to their darling?

I kind of mentioned it before but dollification. It's not that he fails to perceive you as human or necessarily thinks of you as an object, no he's perfectly aware that you're a living breathing human being.

He just really really really likes dressing you up in clothes he has sown with his own hands! You're his muse, his source of inspiration, the love of his life ( tho he doesn't admit that all too often) so of course he makes clothes just for you. He spends so much time and effort on them so you should be able to grant him a few hours of your time to model them for him, right?

You're asking why trying on a single piece of clothing would take so much time? How silly of you to ask! Shu needs to watch you very carefully, inspect you closely from every angle, watch every little movement you make in his outfit, all to make sure that it fits you as well as he thought.

Due to his perfectionism expect there to be many revisions. You'll most likely be stuck there for the entire day as he keeps changing up the smallest of details that literally no one except him would notice and then asks you to wear it again.

The actual bad part about this? In these moments, Shu would not let you leave under any circumstances. You wanted to meet some friends today? You still have work to do? Well too bad, this is infinitely more important so don't even try to leave now! If he feels like you're struggling too much then he might even consider tying you up, telling you not to make such a big fuss about this.

What comes hand-in-hand with this is the fact that Shu stares. So much. Whenever you two are in the same room, you can expect his gaze to be on you. His stare is so intense, scrutinizing every little detail of you and committing it to memory, it might come in handy when he makes his next outfit for you, he tells himself.

He might reluctantly resort to also follow you around. How do you behave when he is not around? It could prove as a new source of inspiration! Would vehemently deny doing this if you asked him though

Also kind of the isolation type, just by the fact that he tends to be harsh with his words even when he doesn't really mean it, resulting in less people wanting to spend time with you since the two of you always seem to be together lately. Not that he minds. Once he notices this trend of your friends slowly leaving you he starts doing it even more, purposefully driving away anyone he deems troublesome.

He doesn't need anyone aside from you so why should you?

[iwadori]

‘Daddy Day Care’ Dad!Haikyu Boy x Female Reader

AN: Okay HI! I’m very excited for this...so basically I’ve wanted to do a planned story thing but I know my attention span was too short to do a single chaptered fic so I’m going to do a multiple long stories ( when I mean long I mean 10-20K+ words each) based on the overall theme haikyu boys with kids. I’m also gonna thank @boba-duckie @teesumu and @dearkousei for helping me think of just ideas and how this would all work. But I hope you guys understand where I’m going with this and like it as much as I am excited to write this for you!! BUT Yes read the synopsis and tell me what you think guys!!!

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Main characters: Sakusa x Fem reader

Genre: angst,fluff

WIP

A baby left on your doorstep?  

Y/N finds her neighbours baby, ‘Haru,‘ right outside her door. After raising Haru for a few years, turns out Haru is the baby of the pro-volleyball player Sakusa... and he wants his baby back. But raising a child that you’ve never known before is harder then Sakusa thinks, so his only option is calling the girl that his child basically calls “mum” to help raise his new found son, but what’s a ‘family unit’ without some love involved.

Oikawa Tooru

Main characters: Oikawa x Fem reader

Genre: angst,fluff

WIP

Is an olympic medal worth loosing your family over?

Oikawa Tooru and Oikawa Y/N, have been married for 10 years and live a nice life with their 4 year old child Tobio, their dog and their nice house. However Tooru has been neglecting Y/N for a while now, and with divorce being threatened by Y/N, Tooru proposes the idea of letting him have 2 weeks to make up the love lossed with him his wife and son...can he do it?

Kuroo Testurou

Main characters: Kuroo x Fem reader

Genre: angst,fluff

WIP

Look what the cat dragged in.

When Y/N L/N was a teenage girl she thought her life started and ended with her boyfriend Kuroo Testurou. But when her highschool sweetheart, accused her of cheating with no room for an explanation on the night before their wedding a pregnant Y/N fled tokyo and never went back. Up until, 5 years later, an adult Y/N gets relocated back to the city where her heat shattered and to make matters even worse her new business project partner has to be the man who shattered it. How will Y/N survive, having to work with the man who her life use to revolve around, especially with a 5 year old kid who he doesn’t even know exists.

Osamu Miya & Atsumu Miya  

Main characters: Osamu x Fem reader, Atsumu x Fem reader

Genre: angst,fluff

WIP

“Mr Miya, you are the father.” Which one?

Y/N has known the Miya twins since they were all kids, and she’s always had a crush on Atsumu. But her crush got miscommunicated into wanting to be fuck buddies and that’s what the title of the relationship of her and Atsumu turned out to be. But after a freak confession and quick rejection, Y/N finds herself in the arms of her ex-crushes twin brother, who is also her best friend, Miya Osamu of course, like any romantic story, Y/N finds herself pregnant but who is actually the father?

Akaashi

Main characters: Akaashi x Fem reader, Past Iwaizumi x reader

Genre: angst,fluff

WIP

Will this guy be mr right?

After being scorned by her ex-Iwaizumi Hajime, and being left with his child as he lives a happy life with his wife and kids. Y/N L/N, 5 years later has picked herself up after her tragic past relationship with Iwaizumi...but at her new job her hot suave boss, Akaashi Keiji has now took an inkling to her and definitely wants the title of becoming her new man...but will accept the extra item that comes along with her?

EXTRA AN: Do you guys that read that iwa angst get the reference in Akaashi’s summary, what do you guys think so far ?? Which story are you most excited for. I’m making a taglist for people to be notified when this drops so just apply here (and that’s for some of my other works here) or just ask to be added in my askbox/dm. I’m actually super excited for thissss sooo yeah :3

[luveline]

hey guys I'm gonna close requests again because I haven't actually had the chance to look through them properly in a few days and my askbox is a mess again but they won't he permanently closed maybe just for a day or two but PLEASE DONT SEND A REQ if you've sent one before you're an angel and i appreciate you so much but I just can't write fast enough and I hate that I neglect so many

Also, I was wondering if I did a celebration for my next 'milestone' if there's anything you guys would want to see in particular? I know that's a stupid question but the only thing I planned for my 5k was to do requests and I already do requests but i could do more? lmao I don't mind because i love doing requests, just wondering if there's something else you guys want because I'd love to say thank you in a way where we can all have fun

[willowcrowned]

Speaking as someone who spent the past few days resigning myself to the fact that I'm oddly invested in this, whether romantic or platonic, so long as there's time travel:

How are we feeling about Jangosoka

okay so this has been in my askbox for a while because I've been having trouble coming up with Thoughts but I've had a couple shots and I think I finally have an answer

For Jangosoka to work I think you have to catch them at very specific points in their lives. Jango needs to be pre-Galidraan, and Ahsoka needs to be post TCW but pre-Rebels. She is lost, and he is... a little less lost, and most importantly, Jango hasn't done anything that Ahsoka wouldn't be able to forgive him for.

The other thing you need for Jangosoka to work is for their relationship to evolve very— well, I hesitate to say gradually, because neither of them are particularly gradual people, but at least slowly up until things start happening very fast.

Ahsoka is furious, very close to vengeful, for the first few years after the fall of the Jedi. It's bad enough to feel the people you love, your home, your family, die in fear and pain, but it's worse to know that you might have prevented it, that had your arrogance not overcome you, you might have been able to stop it. She's angry at the Empire, at Sidious, at Vader, but most of all she's angry at herself.

When she gets sent back in time, she's not thinking clearly. Her first instinct is to kill Sidious, and while the instinct is more than justified, she's doing it out of revenge, not out of necessity. This might not matter for the galaxy at large, but it matters for her. That is not who she was. That is not who she wants to be.

Cue Jango finding her, furious and half-mad with grief, taking all the jobs in the sector in the hopes that she can finally, finally, get enough money to go to Naboo and kill Sidious. His first instinct is to kill her, because scary lady with fangs and murder in her eye who's taking all his jobs. His second instinct is to rehabilitate her, because the look in her eyes when she sees him is close to unbearable. (Besides, her response to being broken apart is a lot of violence. That's rather Mandalorian. Especially the part where she's good at it.)

Ahsoka is tied to the bed. Many times. (Because she keeps escaping.) Eventually Jango figures out that she's a Jedi. He never figures out that she's from the future. There are many, many, instances of her running away and collapsing the second he catches up to her because she's neglecting her own health.

It isn't until she talks down the Jedi at Galidraan that he realizes he's in love with her. It isn't until he offers her a knife in case she wants to stab Dooku in the back now that it won't hurt the Mandalorians that she realizes she's in love with him.

They are neither of them people of inaction. They tell each other not even a month later, and after the... rather enthusiastic consummation, Ahsoka reveals everything else.

When Anakin is born, they take him away from Tatooine with his mother, and raise him as a warrior.

[a-libra-writes]

How do you think Cersei, yara, Sansa, Margery, Brienne and Daenerys would react to having a girlfriend who has fainting spells from a previous head injury, and who neglects to tell them until it happens?

did yall kno .... tumblr mobile + desktop dont tell me about messages in my inbox anymore...... at least they fixed the askbox thing showing up on a post amirite. anyhoo, ladiesssss

Brienne - Brienne caught you when it happened and carried you back to your chambers, fretting the whole way. She stayed calm outwardly but was internally panicking as she called a maester. She figured you didn’t want a ton of attention drawn to you, so she wouldn’t tell any family members unless it was serious ... Then the maester explained this often happened since you had received that injury, he assumed Brienne knew.

When you woke up, she was right there with both tea and water, like the maester said. Brienne didn’t want to overwhelm you, but she was worried and a little exasperated that you didn’t tell her what happened. She’d like to know all she can, especially something this serious, so she can protect and care for you better. She somewhat understands, but she’s still worried, dang it. So she stays until you’re feeling better.

Cersei - She’d be right there when you woke up, huffing and pouting. She’d lecture you about not telling her, because she remembers the injury happening and how you brushed her off. As you look around you notice there’s food and water on your bedside, super fluffy pillows, soft sheets, familiar perfume sticking to your skin... you’re in her room. 

“I told them to bring you here, of course.” She says it like it’s obvious. “You’ll stay here until you feel rested.” Cersei ended up hovering close, made Maester Pycelle come in, snapped at him to leave once he was done and spent the rest of the day with you. She’s especially pushy when she’s worried, and you worried her. Her mind has a way of jumping to the worst conclusions. 

Yara - Some of her crew make a move to pick you up and she barks at them to fuck off and carries you herself. She’s got some sharp-smelling herbs that help you come to, and she bluntly asks if this is related to that injury you got. Yes, she remembers it. She’s annoyed that this has been happening and you didn’t tell her... “Can’t say I wouldn’t do the same, but I don’t like being surprised like that.”

She’d make a point to tell the crew you were fine and to leave you alone, Ironborn are a hard lot and she can’t have them suspecting weakness. She’d likely leave a non-Ironborn lady on the shore anyhow, keep them away from her crew even if it’s lonelier. If you are Ironborn you both understand there’s a reputation to maintain, esp for women, so you both have a system and excuses for when it happens.

Sansa - Panic! External panic! Until she collects herself, then it’s internal, and her mind is going through dozens of scenarios for what the problem is. She connects it to the injury while you’re resting. You wake up in your room, and she’s got a whole meal and water ready for you. Sansa wouldn’t call the maester until you woke up and spoke with her, she’d want to hear how you were feeling and if you wanted one in the first place. 

Once you were settled in and cozy, she’d have a serious talk about the fainting spells, since she’d come up with so many scenarios where it might be more serious - “What if you fainted on some stairs?! What if no one was around to help?!” - and you may have to reassure her because she thinks of so many things at once. She settles eventually and brainstorms what she should do the next time it happens, where she should take you, what you’d need, and so on.

Margaery - She’s normally a collected lady, but her love for you is great, so when it happens she makes an audible gasp and tries to catch you, even though strength isn’t her strong suit. She’d call Loras or Garlan to come carry you, as she’d trust them to keep quiet. The idea of secrecy occurred to Margaery instantly, something her grandmother taught her, so she would also wait until you had woken to ask if you’d like a maester. Margaery would tsk and give you a little wap on your arm when you told her the likely source of the fainting spells.

“I remember you telling me about that! You should have said this was happening...” She’s a little put out that you didn’t tell her this wasn’t the first, second or even fifth time. Margaery tells you almost everything, maybe too much, and she wants the same in return. She’ll absolutely protect you the next time it happens and like Sansa, has plenty of excuses and distractions if anyone questions it. It’s probably overkill, but she’s always hyper aware of reputation.

Daenerys - She jumps into action right away and is the sort to snap at others to handle you carefully and get this or that... then shoos all of them away so she can do it herself. Because of Drogo, she has difficulty with any future partners showing illness, and she remembers that injury you took some time ago - that was scary enough. She doesn’t connect the two right away, too distracted by trying to carefully rouse you awake. Once your eyes open and focus, she’s visibly relieved.

Afterward Dany is a little embarrassed by her strong reaction, but she was worried, damn it. When you tell her it’s been happening several times, she tries not to get angry. She’s more exasperated, wishing you had told her, but also knowing she would’ve been smothering and overly worried. You’ll have to reassure her that it’s just the fainting spells, nothing else, promise. She’ll keep a close eye on you for a few weeks, understanding you aren’t some fragile girl, but still feeling that old anxiety and pain from Drogo.

[amysteriousmessenger]

Could you write some NSFW and fluff about GE Saeran? (Maybe after his AE)

Just a heads up that I have quite a lot of Saeran/and alters requests in my askbox so you’ll be seeing a lot of him from my blog in the next few weeks! <3 

Fluffy POST-AE GE Saeran Choi Headcanons

This Saeran is very cuddly, he’s suffered enough in his life that all he really wants at this point is to feel happy and loved. Whilst sometimes he does need a little bit of time to himself to work through things, especially after a particularly bad nightmare or therapy session, he’ll always come for a cuddle to feel better and to assure himself that you’re still there with him.

 He sees his brother semi-frequently, but they talk on the phone most days. It was a little daunting for Saeran at first to suddenly have Saeyoung thrust back into his life, but he wasn’t willing to let him go now that he’d found him again. 

He loves brushing through your hair, and doing little braids in it. Saeran’s very good with his hands and enjoys the feeling of your soft hair running over his fingertips. He’d even sit at the side of the bath and wash your hair if you’d let him.

Speaking of baths, he loves them. He really likes hot baths with a lot of sweetly scented bubbles, he’d never really gotten the chance to enjoy them before and they help him physically relax. 

He really likes cocoa butter moisturiser because of how nice it smells, and he especially likes it when you apply it to his back and shoulders for him. Saeran hopes that with time it’ll lighten the scars on his back since he worries that they might be jarring for you to look at. 

He can frequently be found having a little nap on his desk, surrounded by little seeds, dried herbs, notebooks and saplings. You wrap a blanket around him whenever you catch him having a snooze, and press a kiss into the side of his head.

After a few years, he gets his Mint Eye tattoo covered up. He’s actually rather good at drawing and designs the tattoo himself, incorporating Lily of the Valley and Blue Iris into the design. He remembers how much that tattoo hurt to have done in the first place, and how it had almost gotten infected during the healing process because he had neglected to take care of it during his own dark times, so you assure him that he can use numbing cream to make it easier and that you’ll both nurture the flowers in his skin together.

For your wedding, he does all of the flower arrangements himself. He insists on it, actually. He wants them to be perfect, even if it means having to pick all of those flowers himself.

Fluffy (NSFW) POST-AE GE Saeran Choi Headcanons

He has a pretty normal sex drive but he’s always intimate with it, it’s rarely just sex for the sake of sex. Saeran cherishes any kind of intimacy with you and never takes it for granted, he needs you to know every single time how much you mean to him and how much he loves sharing your bodies with each other like this.

He’s not overly fond of toys, he enjoys sex to be what the two of you can offer to one another and have it be more personal that way, he doesn’t want anything that would take away the intimacy of it. He’d also worry that maybe he wasn’t enough for you if you wanted to add too many toys into the mix.

 However, if you wanted it, he would be interested in things like blindfolds, mild restraints, small vibrators and different warming and cooling lubes, nothing too crazy. He also doesn’t think anything else could make him feel the way that you do, so he isn’t overly bothered about investigating into different things like that.

He doesn’t like finishing on your face because he feels like he’s disrespecting you when he does that. He’d feel really guilty if he ever did it on accident and would insist on stopping to wipe your face clean and would wash your hair for you afterwards. 

He doesn’t have a brilliant pull-out game, so if you’re not trying to get pregnant right away you’re definitely going to need to invest in some birth control.

There’s a lot of hand holding and kisses during sex, especially when either of you is about to finish. It doesn’t matter what position you’re in, he’ll scramble to hold your hand when he feels himself getting close.

He always wants to immediately cuddle and fall asleep after sex, regardless of what time in the day it is. He’s earned his right to nap though, and you want nothing more than to curl up next to him on a summer’s afternoon and have a little sleep in his arms.

[yourenotacat-writes]

I'm not sure that this is what this thing is for but I just wanted to say that "Sweet Dreams, Princess" is one of my top five fanfictions of all time, and I really appreciate all the effort you put into it :D One of the best parts of it is how you include smell in your descriptions, really brings it to life for me. How did you get started writing fanfiction? Did you play Zelda games as a kid? Tsym for everything!

Omggg thank you so much!!!!! 😭💕

Making my day is exactly what this thing is for lol I'm so glad you like it! I love adding little details like that, and I'm always happy to hear that they're appreciated! Also since you just followed, you probably didn't see this post from a few months ago, but it's the first 1500 words of the next chapter if you're interested! Feel free to ignore me if you already saw it tho lol

Anyway, I read fanfic in late middle school/early high school, but I never really engaged with fandom otherwise and just kind of forgot about it. I wrote original content throughout high school and went to college for screenwriting, but then had a very bad bout of depression which made me stop writing altogether. And then, BotW happened to me. I finished it, cried for 45 minutes, and immediately went to ao3 because I needed more. I got super nostalgic for the fics I'd read in my teens (though tbh it was mostly inappropriate stuff. oh to be young and unsupervised on the late-2000s internet hjghjdf) But it was the first time in a long time that I wanted to write and actually had ideas! SDP made me feel like I could write again or that I was even "allowed" to write again and rekindled that love-hate relationship for writing for me. So my little insomniacs will always have a special place in my heart no matter how much I've neglected them.

And I did!! OoT was one of my first video games! It was my aunt's n64 so I'd play with my cousin and my sister, and the rule was we could do whatever we wanted as long as we didn't save lol We were all under 7 so we didn't do much besides fly around with the cuccos or chase the dogs at nighttime or go fishing, but we played it for hours. And five year old me had the biggest crush on Adult Link, in all his polygonal glory sdfggdf I actually own that n64 and game cartridge now with her save file still intact, and I get extremely sentimental every few years I boot it up to replay and see her name in the second save slot. I also played all the 3D games throughout my life, though I've never finished WW or MM (...I know. Don't look at me like that 😩)

Thank YOU so much for this ask!! I had a difficult week and opening up my askbox to this tonight truly felt like such a gift. Thanks for letting me ramble for a bit 💖

[derriereunemasque]

I’m letting things pile up again... ... Imma... ... flee to my canon blog, im sorry.

[duskholland]

being bratty to haz and as punishment he fucks your thighs, cums in your panties, and makes you pull them up and wear them for the rest of the day 🥵

don’t speak to me. don’t touch me. I've not been the same since this entered my askbox.

nsfw, 18+

-- clearing out my ask box --

warnings: dom!haz, thigh fucking, general filth...?

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You love riling Harrison up, love the way his jaw flexes when he gets really annoyed with you, the way his voice drops deeper. His entire demeanour changes when he gets like this - his blue eyes dark pools of glinting tension, his actions more forceful, more focused. It ignites a heat between your legs to see him like this, encourages you to take your teasing further, even when he warns you:

“If you keep that up, you’re not going to like what happens.”

The words he’d spoken half an hour churn through your brain, and each time you recall him speaking them, it only spurs you on. You’ve been acting a brat all day - clinging to him all morning, sticking to him like glue all afternoon, pouting and talking back at him whenever he’s questioned you. Harrison knows exactly what you want - recognises the lustful, floating light in your eyes, the way your voice is softer, higher. He knows you’re kicking off for attention, and he’s willing to oblige it - but on his own terms.

“Love.” Finally, he breaks. Harrison stands up from the sofa, effectively unsettling the hand that you’d had playing around on his knee. “Go to the bedroom. Get the lube.” He doesn’t look at you - not even a glance in your direction - and you know from that alone that you’re fucked.

When he walks into the bedroom a few minutes later, you’re ready for him. Standing in front of the bed, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. A crack of arousal spreads up your spine when he looks at you, icy blues digging deep into your soul. The warmth wets the front of your panties, and you let yourself admire him as you hold out the bottle of lube, smirking softly. Harrison looks good today - wrapped in a tight grey t-shirt and his jeans. You want him desperately.

“Take off your trousers,” Harrison says. When you hesitate, his gaze hardens. “Now, Y/N.” His own slender fingers slip down to his jeans, and there’s the telltale sound of metal unbuckling. “You’ve been a fucking brat, you know that, yeah?”

“Sorry,” you mutter. As instructed, you shed your trousers, still holding the bottle of lube in hand. You don’t like his demeanour tonight - Harrison is different. Usually, when you act up, he bends you over the nearest piece of furniture and takes care of you with his hand. You enjoy it - enjoy the feeling of his palm coming down over your ass, over and over. You enjoy it so much you always end up ruining his jeans, which is maybe why he’s taken a different approach. Maybe he actually wants to punish you, tonight.

“You aren’t sorry,” Harrison replies, chuckling at the end. He’s bare from the waist down, his hand wrapped easily around his cock. He leisurely gives himself a few pumps, humming slightly, and you can’t stop yourself from staring at the sight of his fingers, long and stocky, wrapped around his girth. His ring glints as he touches himself, and your desire to step forward and help him almost takes over. “Give me that,” he asks, nodding towards the lube, “And then turn around and face the wall, hands up against it.”

You move into the position, spreading your legs as you stand against the wall, hands up. You can’t see him, only hear him - hear the popping of the cap, the sound of the pump. Your heart’s beating almost painfully in your chest as Harrison approaches, lingering just behind you.

“Push down your panties, too. Not the whole way, though” Harrison asks, voice raspy near your ear. You do as he says, heart in the back of your throat, your body pulled tight with anticipation as you push your panties down. They stop at the bottom of your thighs, resting just above your knees, and he hums contentedly. “Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, hm? Good to know you can follow instructions when you want to.”

“What are you doing?” You ask, thoroughly perplexed. Harrison nips at your earlobe, and you gasp, enjoying the feeling of him standing so close.

“‘S might be a bit cold,” he mutters. You look down, and you watch as he brings a large palm, wet with lube, up to your thighs. You shuffle further apart as he coats your tender flesh in a copious amount of the fluid, wincing slightly at the cool sensations. “Good.” There are a few further kisses to your ear, then you watch as Harrison reaches out for a nearby towel and wipes off his palm. Both of his hands find home on your waist, holding your hips beneath your shirt, and then he slips his cock between your legs, grunting as he slowly starts to fuck your thighs. “I’m teaching you a lesson, darling.”

“Wait, what?” You don’t like it. Don’t like the sight of Harrison’s full cock, red and flushed, sliding between your thighs, don’t like the grunts of enjoyment that he’s depositing right into your ear. His grip on your hips is tight, and he uses you easily, pulling you back against him, denying you of any satisfaction as he gets himself off.

“I told you to stop,” he rasps, his voice thick. “Earlier, when you were being a brat, remember?” He waits until you hum in agreement. “Said you wouldn’t like what’d happen, didn’t I?” 

“But this is mean,” you whine. You can feel his ring, cool against your flesh, and the bite of it makes you throb. His cock presses up against your hot pussy lips, teasing you, never quite slipping up to touch where you need him the most. Your clit throbs sadly, neglected, and you can feel wetness forming at your entrance. “You’re not even going to touch me?”

Harrison’s back at your ear, his lips briefly pausing to kiss a bruising hickey against your skin. “I am touching you, darling. And you know what I’m going to do?” 

“What?” 

He’s sloppier now, his heavy pants ringing out across your ear. The grip Harrison has on you is tight, his cock sliding freely against your skin. You know he’s close, and that fact makes you whimper.

“I’m going to cum, all over your thighs, and your panties, and then you’re going to pull them back up and wear them for the rest of the evening.” He chuckles when you gasp, and you feel him nod his head, his blonde curls brushing at the side of your face. He’s thrusting quickly now, panting, urging himself nearer to a high. “This is a punishment, love.” Harrison kisses your neck. “You’re not supposed to enjoy it.”

And you really don’t enjoy it when he cums with a yell of your name, his forehead dropping against your shoulder as he ruts against you. Your eyes watch his tip as his cock throbs, thick white ropes of his cum landing on your thighs, dripping down to your panties. Harrison watches as you begrudgingly pull up the material, makes you scoop up his cum and the rest of the mess and wipe it onto the fabric. He kisses you briefly, his lips cool against your own. 

“Don’t be sad, sweetheart,” Harrison mumbles, cupping your cheek. His eyes are hard, dancing with an amused light. “You’ll get your fun later.” His other hand goes to your panties, and as he presses against your heat, you feel the filthy mix of lube and his cum press up against your aching slit. “You’ll just have to wait a while, first.”

[painted-crow]

Update!

I'm closing the askbox for a while, to give myself a chance to catch up and clear some things out. There's 87 things in there currently, and a handful more in drafts/private that I haven't finished. I'll open back up when it gets down to a more manageable number (and none of them really old posts, which I've neglected for too long).

I'll be taking a peek today at what you folks have written while I was on hiatus ^^

I won't be writing these at quite the speed I used to. I used to spend actual hours every day on answering stuff here, and now a lot more of my writing energy is going into my original fiction! One of the 2 novels I've been actively writing is one I've been poking at on and off for almost seven years, and after a major restructure and cutting a main character, it's finally starting to work for me. I may be indie publishing this at some point, but I can't make promises about when--the current draft is only like 1/4 done.

So, as tempting as it always is to post stuff as I write it (because instant gratification lol), I'll be setting the queue to one a day for now. This means it might take a couple months before I'll open the askbox again, unless I end up writing posts faster than I think I'll be able to and I wind up with a ton of queued posts, in which case I'll set the post limit higher.

I'll be officially closing asks later today. If you've been sitting on a question you've been too shy to send in, now is the time!

However!

I'm also toying with the idea of opening a Discord server for this blog! Let me know if that's interesting to you. It'd be another place you could ask questions, but it would feel quite different from this blog, much more casual.

Sometimes I get general questions I don't know how to answer (example: trying to find examples of a particular Sorting in media... I'm not good at remembering these offhand) which would be fabulous in a server where anyone could chime in. There are other reasons I think this is a good idea, but this post is really getting long enough!

I don't know much about Discord bots, but there's probably a way to use one to anonymize questions... lmk if anyone has specific knowledge about that. If not I might be able to figure it out myself.

I'll be back to check on the replies here and close the askbox in a few hours :)

[fallinforaguyfelldownfromthesky]

Possible ficlet prompt (?): Write a lil smth abt how you think Slug and Flug would get along together if they were obligated to spend a day in one of their labs to work together on a project? (I dunno I sorry is lame)

Ok I’ve had this sitting in my askbox for…..like a year or something maybe more idk BUT, I’ve finally finished. I’ll post it on both fanfiction.net and AO3 sometime later but here it is now, I call it Lab Partners

Dr. Flug met Dr. Slug on one of White Hat’s visits to Black Hat. Black Hat did not see his brother often, in fact if he could help it he would probably never see his brother at all. But a few times a year White Hat would come to the manor and Black Hat would tolerate him for the duration of the visit. Dr. Flug never asked why, he knew better than to pry into Black Hat’s personal or familial business, so the matter of the twins’ good/evil dynamic remained an enigma. Black Hat respected White Hat, Dr. Flug was certain of that. He just didn’t particularly care for him in the slightest. Black Hat was very frank about this and White Hat didn’t seem to mind, so Dr. Flug assumed that was normal for them. He carried on, not like it was his business anyway.

It was a bit much though for their bosses to just expect them to collaborate at the drop of a hat.

Dr. Slug was White Hat’s head scientist, a man of about Flug’s skill and talent. They mostly found themselves on the sidelines when their bosses got together. They made small talk, occasionally theorizing about what it was their bosses did during their little meet-ups, but that was about it. He knew him, but he didn’t know him. From what he understood Slug was essentially serving community service for crimes against humanity. Like Flug, he was under contract to work for the rest of his natural life. Also like Flug, it wasn’t perfect but he made the best of it. Little use complaining about things they couldn’t change. Dr. Flug supposed he could say they were friendly with each other. Full on friends was pushing it, but they were on good terms.

Black Hat gave a curt, “Flug, I want you to have the atom destabilizer done by today. Clemencia and Demencia are off on a mission together and Dr. Slug will be assisting you so I expect it to be complete by the time my brother and I finish our business. No excuses.”

Well, two hats. As in Black Hat and White Hat just dropped Dr. Slug onto Dr. Flug like he was the go-to babysitter of this unwanted ginger child.

“Yes of course, Lord Black Hat sir.” Is what Dr. Flug said, while he thought I’ve never worked with this man in my life, you expect seamless teamwork!?

“I assure you, Dr. Slug is more than up to the task at hand.” White Hat said, perhaps sensing Dr. Flug’s silent apprehension. “Why, with the two of you working together, you may finish with time to spare!”

White Hat’s beaming grin directly contrasted with Black Hat glaring holes into his head scientist. Dr. Slug entered behind the two of them, neglecting to say a word. It didn’t seem Slug was looking forward to being lab partners either. Black Hat spoke calmly, but in that familiar tone of his that left no room for argument. “Finish the machine by the time we get back.”

“I won’t let you down sir!” Dr. Flug saluted, internally whining That’s such an unspecified deadline!

“We’ll be in the office,” White Hat called, following his brother out of the laboratory. “Call us if there’s any kind of emergency.”

“Do not disturb us for anything short of the end of the world.” Black Hat growled.

“I thought you were planning on doing that.”

“Precisely. No one else is allowed to obliterate this filthy dirt-ball but me.”

“That is so like you.”

“Be quiet!” Black Hat snapped. The twins were too far gone after that for the pair of scientists to continue eavesdropping. A shame, that was about the only thing they’d ever done together before; listening in and trying to figure out why the hell those two hung out when they had nothing in common. Was it business related? Family matters? Some kind of otherworldly brotherly bond beyond human comprehension?

“I believe I have found one similarity between the two of them.” Dr. Slug said in lieu of a greeting or other friendly introduction.

They weren’t likely to find out soon. Not with the both of them in the lab furiously working to get this done before their bosses got back.

“Oh?”

“Yes. They’re both inconsiderate and entitled.” He snarled from behind his paper bag. “Didn’t ask so much as once whether I was willing to lend a hand or not, or if I could. I have very time-sensitive experiments in progress back in my own lab, all for him, and yet he pulls me out to play ‘assistant’ to you. No offense.”

“None taken.” It wasn’t as if Black Hat had asked Flug if he required help, or had discussed with him at all why progress was so slow. It couldn’t be the complexity of the machine or the deadline making him rush, no, it must be he’s incompetent and he needs this wannabe mad scientist to help him along.

“So, the atom destabilizer,” Dr. Slug  got right down to business. “Is that it?”

“Yep,” Dr. Flug sighed, eyeing the thing. Most of the exoskeleton was complete, it just needed the internal mechanisms assembled and the outer steel plates attached. “Let’s see, how are we going to do this?”

“Are these the blueprints?” Dr. Slug was already going through the documents strewn around on Dr. Flug’s desk. “Ugh, ever thought about organizing these?”

“A little pointless, with Demencia around.” And get your hands off my papers.

“Hmph.” Wow, check out the attitude on this guy. Dr. Flug didn’t know where he got off acting like such a brat, when the circumstances that led him to this point in his life were due to his own failures in the realm of mad science. “Alright, I understand what I’m working with. Let’s get this over with.”

“Sounds good. Grab the 5⁄8’s wrench and come here.”

“The outside is nearly done, it shouldn’t take long to build the cooling rod or dark matter collider with the two of us, so our first priority should be-”

Dr. Slug rolled his eyes (seriously what was his deal?) and snatched up the wrench with a huff. Dr. Flug tried not to let it get to him too much. After all, neither of them were really happy about this. But since it was their bosses’ orders they weren’t exactly at liberty to say “no”. Dr. Slug couldn’t refuse White Hat anymore than Dr. Flug could Black Hat. Granted, Dr. Slug probably wasn’t at risk of being sent to the dimension of eternal suffering, but he was at risk of being nagged by White Hat. Who, Dr. Flug had been told, would simply not take “no” for an answer. Hey, maybe that’s why he and Black Hat got together. Even Black Hat couldn’t refuse his brother forever.

“Assembling those before we insert the power cell or dark matter, yes, I can see that. Might I ask why you’ve chosen to bolt it together rather than weld it?”

“Because it will withstand the pressure more effectively.”

Dr. Slug gave him a bit of a sideways glance before turning away. “If you say so.”

“Uh huh.” Don’t you side-eye me you two-bit C-lister. “I’ll handle the dark matter collider, you take the cooling rod, ok?”

Dr. Flug didn’t know what on earth this man’s problem was but he needed to get his superiority complex checked. If he was expecting Flug to be the same cowering doormat everyone saw in the advertisements and orientation videos, he was in for a very rude awakening. This was his laboratory. His domain. He was in charge here. Slug was only here to serve as an extra pair of hands.

“Fine.” Dr. Slug said with another roll of his eyes and a flick of his wrist that nearly gave Dr. Flug flashbacks of Demencia carelessly tossing his tools down the toilet. He’d lost seven different wrenches that way!

Dr. Flug decided he’d try and make some small conversation. Just to pass the time a bit quicker. “So…how’s your project 6.6.6. going?”

After a good two hours of silently working, the tension in the air seemed almost gone. Both men had relaxed into their respective grooves, getting lost in their work. Dr. Slug did seem to understand the machine they were building here, and given how briefly he’d looked at the blueprints that was admittedly impressive. Flug had to remind himself that Slug was still White Hat’s head scientist. And much like Black Hat, White Hat didn’t settle for anything less than perfection. He may be a hero but his standards were as impossibly high as his brothers’.

“6.0.6.” Dr. Slug corrected. “Fine, thank you. He’s proving quite a force to be reckoned with and I hypothesize he will only grow more aggressive as he matures.”

“That’s nice.” Dr. Flug said, knowing that it couldn’t compare to-

“And your experiment 5.0.5.? How is it?”

“He is indestructible, as I designed him.”

“Is he now? So many people claim that about their creations, but so few are capable of managing it.”

“I’m well aware Dr. Slug, but I can assure you that 5.0.5. is indestructible.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes. Not even Black Hat has been able to destroy him completely.”

Dr. Slug paused, leaving a bolt loose. “Is that right? Not even Black Hat?”

“That’s right.” Dr. Flug’s gloating smile was barely given away in the creases of his paper bag. “No matter how much he crushes, or shreds, or rips 5.0.5. apart, he regenerates fully from even the smallest molecules.”

“I see.” Oh Dr. Slug didn’t like that. Oh he didn’t like that at all. Dr. Flug continued working, acting oblivious to the glare behind the other scientists’ goggles. “And…where is this indestructible creature you’ve created?”

“Black Hat’s been keeping him in his office as a living stress-ball.” Dr. Flug honestly felt bad about it, the poor thing was torn to shreds multiple times a day. But, so long as his boss was relieving stress (and not taking it out on Flug) he wasn’t going to object. Besides, Black Hat got to see firsthand that 5.0.5. was in fact indestructible. A perfect organism, a testament to Dr. Flug’s genius.

“Hmph. Awfully convenient.” Dr. Slug said under his breath.

“If you would like to take time away from our project and interrupt Lord Black Hat just to see my creation, be my guest.” Dr. Flug didn’t even look up from his work. “I’m sure White Hat will protect you.”

“Yes. Of course he would.” Dr. Slug tightened the bolt all the way. “Not even Black Hat can defeat him.”

“Excuse me?!” Dr. Flug nearly burst out laughing. “You really think White Hat is stronger than Black Hat?”

“I think they’re about evenly matched, but if it ever came down to it White Hat would ultimately win.”

“Well I doubt that very much.”

“Go ahead, but remember, this is Black Hat’s brother we’re talking about here.”

“Yeah, his hero brother.”

“Exactly. Black Hat hates heroes with a passion. Yet the most he does with White Hat is bicker with him. Haven’t you ever wondered why?”

“Well…he’s his brother.”

“Shared blood has never stopped humans. Why would it stop them? This is what brings me to my conclusion. I think the reason Black Hat doesn’t destroy White Hat is because he can’t. I think this is also the reason he indulges White Hat in his visits and clearly has some begrudging respect for him. I don’t doubt Black Hat would attack more viciously, but I believe White Hat’s ability to remain level headed gives him enough of an advantage to ultimately win. As for why White Hat doesn’t destroy Black Hat, well, heroes don’t do that. And like you said, he is his brother.”

He still thought Dr. Slug’s theory was a load of crap. There was no one stronger than Black Hat. No one could stand against him. Not even his own brother could claim so. And until Black Hat himself admitted he couldn’t beat him (which, even if it were true, he would never do) Dr. Flug would treat this as fact. Objective, unbiased fact.

“Hmmmm. Interesting theory, doctor.” Dr. Flug dropped the issue, getting back to reinforcing the holding tank for the dark matter collider. If it wasn’t sturdy enough, the machine would destroy everything within a planet-wide radius, right down to the subatomic level. They just needed it to do that within the walls of the machine.

Unlike Slug, who was very clearly biased.

“Ok, it still needs a few reinforcements before we can insert the dark matter collider. The cooling rod however-”

Both scientists finished their work at about the same time and then began the process of inputting them into the actual machine.

“-We can just stick in.” Dr. Slug interrupted. “I’m not a grad student, Flug.”

“That’s Dr. Flug to you. Now let’s get this cooling rod set up.”

“Very well.”

“So,” Dr. Slug ventured. “How is, uhhh, what’s her name?”

The two of them together did prove to get through the days work faster. Flug on his own would most likely still have a decent amount of work to do on the dark matter collider, and wouldn’t be able to install it under the next day. With the cooling rod properly inserted, each scientist picked a side and further reinforced the device. Staying out of each other’s way and keeping productive.

“Demencia?”

“Yeah her.”

Dr. Flug severely doubted that Dr. Slug could even be capable of forgetting Demencia’s name, if for no other reason than because it rhymed with Clemencia. “A pain, as usual. She’s off with, what is it, Clementine?”

“Clemencia.”

“That’s her. They’re on a mission together, right? Any idea what they’re up to?”

“No, and I can hardly imagine any situation that requires the two of them. Clemencia is strong but she’s not exactly what you’d call a thinker.”

Dr. Flug laughed. “Is that right?”

“She can’t put together a plan more complex than ‘Go find bad guy, beat up bad guy, and get praised by White Hat’.” Dr. Slug rolled his eyes. “Nevermind how she’ll find the evil-doer, she’ll just run around yelling for him to come face her.”

“Oh Demencia is exactly the same. Her go-to strategy is usually just to cause as much destruction as possible until a hero shows up to stop her. With no regard to my carefully thought out plans to lure the hero into a trap.”

“Oh my god, yes! I spend hours coming up with a psychological profile of our targets to find any sort of weakness or bait to destroy them, but does Clemencia care about that? No! She just runs around goading villains to come take a shot at her. And the worst part of it is-”

“-It works.” They said in unison.

“And since we get our targets anyway, White Hat never does anything to make her listen. Not even so much as to lecture her about listening to me in the field!” Dr. Slug clenched his fist angrily. “You know how many times she’s inadvertently incapacitated herself in the middle of a fight?”

It was like the heavens had parted. All ill-will between the scientists dissipated as they vented about their juvenile cohorts and the disregard they were shown by their superiors. Before they knew it they’d completed the reinforcements on the exoskeleton of the machine. They kept chatting as they prepped the dark matter collider.

“Is it more than twelve? It’s happened to Demencia about twelve or thirteen times by now.”

“Clem is at thirteen last I counted. Now White Hat has scolded her once or twice when she’s let a villain slip through her fingers, but I doubt she’s really listening when the two of them are face-to-face like that.”

“Does she get lost gazing into his eye?” Dr. Flug braced himself on his elbows across the table.

Slug burst out laughing. “Yes! God, she gets so starstruck I wouldn’t be surprised if every word he said just went in one ear and out the other.”

“You’d think they’d actually listen to their bosses if they loved him so much.”

“You would think.”

The laboratory doors flew open and Black Hat’s voice roared. “FLUG! THAT DEVICE BETTER BE COMPLETE!”

“J-J-Just putting on the finishing touches!” Dr. Flug scrambled to his feet. “C’mon, you grab it from the other end and we’ll fasten the collider inside.”

The Doctors lifted the final piece of the machine and somehow managed to carry it inside on nothing but sheer willpower and fear-induced adrenaline. Dr. Slug collapsed as soon as he let go of it. Black Hat turned to White Hat with a sneer. “Still think they could finish with time to spare?”

White Hat shrugged. “I consider myself an optimist. It wouldn’t kill you to try a more positive attitude as well you know.”

“Well it’s about time. All that’s left now is to test it out.” Black Hat declared with an evil grin. He stepped forward with a small ball of baby blue fluff clutched in one hand so hard the poor little thing’s eyes were bulging out. It was causing Dr. Flug pain just looking at 5.0.5. like this.

Dr. Flug ignored their conversation and focused on this last part of assembly. He and Dr. Slug went around from opposite ends tightening each bolt and then double checking that everything was structurally sound. Dr. Flug declared the device to be complete as Dr. Slug went back and inserted the power cell before either of the Hats got on their case about not finishing by the time limit.

“Oh, actually, may I put forth a candidate?” White Hat held up a small light orange ball of fuzz that had furiously latched on to him and was in the process of trying to bite his fingers off.

Black Hat eyed the thing and stood aside. “Very well, I can always put this abomination in another time.”

“Thank you brother.”

“Don’t push it.”

Flug noticed Slug looked a little antsy as White Hat pried the thing off his hand and struggled to get it to stay put. “What’s wrong Dr. Slug? Worried your creation will be decimated by my device?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He crossed his arms tensely. “6.0.6. can handle whatever you could put him through.”

“Seems we’re about to find out.” Dr. Flug held his hands behind his back and watched. He felt no fear in 5.0.5. being subjected to the atom destabilizer, if he could survive Black Hat there was nothing that could destroy him. 6.0.6. was another story. Dr. Flug doubted White Hat took to habitually tearing it apart. So now they would all see exactly what Dr. Slug’s creation was made of. Literally, as it would be torn down to its molecular structure.

“Well, we know the atom destabilizer works.” White Hat said. “It’s a shame about 6.0.6. though Dr. Slug.”

White Hat finally got the feisty little thing inside the machine and shut it tight. He gave the signal that everything was ready and Flug activated the machine. There was a loud whirring sound as it powered up, and a muffled banging noise caused by 6.0.6. trying to bust out. Black Hat smirked at the futile display. A harsh light radiated from inside and bit by bit 6.0.6.’s little body started to crumble away. First his fur, then each layer of skin, then muscle, down to organs and bones. Not even blood was left of him. Dr. Flug deactivated the device and everyone crowded around to get a good look at what remained of 6.0.6. Dr. Slug was in the lead, throwing the door open and cradling his hands around the floating specs of dust that had been his creature. Dr. Flug hung back, confident that this proved his scientific superiority. Where genetically engineered ultimate lifeforms were concerned at least.

“Just give it a minute.” He said.

“Flug, I want to start shooting a commercial for this in ten minutes. Get Cam-Bot ready and the atom destabilizer on set.” Black Hat commanded.

“Yes sir!” Ten minutes!??! He screamed in his head. How do you imagine I can pull that off?!?!!

“He’s coming back.” Dr. Slug announced. “He’s reforming!”

“GAH! No! BAd! Bad 6.0.6.! Very bad!” He stumbled and fell back with it still on his face. He tried to pry it off but only injured himself further.

Everyone’s attention was drawn back to the space 6.0.6. used to occupy and yes, the molecules that made him up were pulling themselves back together at an increasingly rapid rate. Within seconds the thing was back, and promptly dug it’s tiny claws and teeth into Dr. Slug’s face.

“Oh good he survived!” White Hat clapped. “I really thought we might’ve lost him for a second there!”

“Help me! OW OW OW OW AAGH NOT MY EYES!”

“Ah, yes, sorry Dr. Slug! I’ll be right there!”

“We’re BAAAACK!” Came the two high pitched voices of Clemencia and Demencia. Neither of whom could be bothered to notice Dr. Slug’s predicament and instead went straight to the object of their respective affections.

“I took care of that no-good has-been who tried to go straight!” Demencia batted her eyes at Black Hat.

“I confiscated all his equipment and his computer!” Clemencia held a large assortment of weapons and tools up triumphantly.

“Very good ladies.” White Hat declared. “That’ll be the last we hear out of him.

Black Hat grunted. “Can’t stand disloyalty.”

“IS ANYONE GOING TO HELP ME!?!?” Dr. Slug shrieked.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Dr. Slug!” White Hat pulled 6.0.6. off only for the feral thing to impale the inhuman hero instead. He turned to Black Hat. “I believe it’s time for us to be going.”

“Yes, please.” Black Hat tossed 5.0.5. to Dr. Flug. The poor thing was trembling in fear. All said their goodbyes and the White Hat crew was off. “Finally they’re gone.”

“Finally.” Flug agreed. He continued to stroke 5.0.5. until he stopped shaking so hard.

“So, you and Slug huh? Was he as annoying as Clemencia?” Demencia gagged on her name.

“Even worse.”

“No way he could be worse than Lil’ Miss Goody-Two Shoes. Though she throws a mean left hook.”

“Was she a pompous jerk who kept questioning your methods?”

“Yeah! Always whining about ‘the greater good’ and how many losses are ‘acceptable’. Just pick a side woman!”

“Guess they’re about even then.” Dr. Flug wouldn’t say it out loud, but it really hadn’t been so bad working with Dr. Slug. Once he stopped giving him so much attitude.

“Five minutes until we start shooting Flug.” Black Hat announced. He was already leaving to go prepare.

Dr. Flug sighed. “Yes sir.”

[dirtyandbeauty]

Hi sorry i’ve been neglecting this blog. I’m really really awful at keeping up with tumblr. especially when my adhd commands me to make another blog when I already have 2 I don’t keep up well with-

Anyway i cleared my askbox. I’ll respond to some threads i had before, but most I probably wont and i’m sorry. It’s been really hard for me to get in the mental space for writing, but I really do have fun writing the idiots. I’ll be glad to get into some new things and new asks.

I’ve been more active on my newest blog @kasa-kunoichi​ and I feel like i should implement a system. Between my three blogs, I think I should switch which one I’m active every few days so I know when to focus on one instead of rushing through all of them. I’ll make a notice whenever I’m going to be active on a different one! (my other blog being @son-of-beast​ besides the aforementioned one)

For now, I’ll be focusing on Cavendish and Bartolomeo! (wow kittu this post is a mess what is wrong with you-)