#never mind about matching the length I ramble!

[wolfontheloose]

|| Jason & Ryden ||

The Sheriff’s Department was not a never visited place for Ryden. Once upon a time, some few years ago, he was on the other side of the law. Now, he was on the ‘right’ side of it. Well, as much of a right side as he could be without being outright blue. Fact was, the seven years younger him would be appalled. But then again, the seven years younger him was a jerk. 

In any case, there he was at the Sheriff’s office, still a little bit of a jerk but on manageable levels, sneakily lighting up a cigarette while no one was looking. The old, plain Zippo sparked up with a flick of his thumb after an intricate twirl between his fingers, thicker than a coin for this particular trick but Ryden had stubborn hands always elbows deep in metal at the car shop. So off twirling the lighter went, then ‘flick!’ and the cherry lit up, producing smoke to be inhaled into healthy lungs, bringing pleasure to the breath. 

He owed it to Maddox the senior, who was deputy sheriff, for being called in to give a grand tour to a newbie in their department who was, apparently, a newbie at everything. And by everything, Robert Maddox meant everything. Even the supernatural side of things. Seeing that their newest police detective had somehow been sent completely unprepared, rather than dropping a major bomb on him his superiors have decided to ease him into it by tossing the big revelations onto someone else more part of the general populace. Funny how Robert first thought of Ryden who had no patience for easing anything in unless it’s a first to someone’s face but hey, he’s been on good behavior for a long time, been helping people around all along and got his shit very properly together, especially lately. So maybe he wasn't an impatient fella after all.

The hallway was long and his preternatural hearing picked up footsteps approaching well on time to extinguish the cigarette but he’d barely taken in a couple of drags and it would’ve been a waste. What was his task gonna do about it anyway, write a ticket to his tour guide? Right. As soon as the person rounded a corner and appeared within Ryden’s line of sight, the wolf grinned with sharp teeth veiled in smoke, a rolling, deep baritone revealing a heavy hint of an accent - US-influenced but UK-reminiscent. 

“O’er ‘ere, badge. Yah, to me. I go’chuu for an afternoon.” His grin was not only figuratively sharp, but literally too, long canines with a razor edge peeking out. “Name’s Ryden, pack leadin’, car fixin’, wha’ever-ya-need-me-for bartender, among other less impressive things. Ready t’boogie?”

@thejace-stone

[yanderedrabbles]

Letters from a Yandere Vampire

December 7th, 1886

Dear y/n,

Please do not think me presumptuous for writing to you so soon, but my heart would give me no rest. I have been unable to stop thinking of you since our encounter at the Duke's soiree.

Perhaps it is my countenance or perhaps my foreign heritage, but London's débutantes seem to find me positively frightful. I had resigned myself to yet another evening of disappointment when you introduced yourself to me.

In all my travels, I have met few ladies with your boldness of spirit. You transformed my dour evening into one of unimaginable enjoyment.

I have included with my letter some pressed flowers from my native Transylvania. You expressed much interest in the botany of my homeland and I hope these will intrigue you.

Your interest in my travels is remarkably flattering. And, if I may be so bold, may I invite you to a dinner at my salon? I have much still to share.

Yours sincerely,

Count Nicolae Drăculești

December 17th, 1886

My dearest y/n,

How I enjoyed our evening together! When we danced, I felt my soul set afire. In my travels, none have so captivated me.

Do not think me hasty, but I have sent my messenger with a gift. I can think of no better place for these jewels than around your neck. Please, accept them with my most sincere compliments.

You amused me very much when you pointed out my teeth. My fangs are indeed much longer and sharper than a normal man's. Perhaps you wish to feel their sharpness against your skin?

The nights grow longer and colder. Do you dislike the winter darkness, I wonder. Or do you only long for someone to share it with, as I do?

Ah, forgive my rambling! I'm writing to ask if you will allow me the privilege of escorting you to the Yuletide ball? I can think of no finer gift to celebrate Christmas.

I must soon depart for my home and I insist on spending more time together before then.

Yours,

Nicolae Drăculești

December 25th, 1886

My love,

Merry Christmas! I walked through the untouched snow and even London seemed beautiful and pure.

In this cold, I can think of nothing but having you with me. A day without you is an eternity past.

It seems I have been waiting for you for centuries. Is it to bold to say you are the woman of my dreams? Forgive this fool his insolence, but when I write to you I feel possessed.

You have asked me at length about my aversion to the Church and silver. You are such a logical creature but there are some things beyond the realm of science.

Seek to know no more, for both our sakes.

Another matter has been bothering me of late. I have noticed Lord Lancaster has expressed an interest in you.

The man fawns over you like a slobering hound. As your companion, it is my duty to advise against him. He is unworthy of your attention, much less your sympathy. 

Surely you see that it is you and I that are the more compatible match?

Ever yours,

Nicușor

January 1st, 1887

Dear,

I wished to keep you ignorant of my nature. And yet, you have seen me unmasked. A creature of the night.

It was your blood that did it. A single drop was all it took for my instinct to take over.

I hope you are unhurt. If I were in my right mind, I never would have pinned you against the wall as I did. I never would have forced my kiss upon you.

I could hear your heart racing when I showed you my fangs. Why did you not scream?

Did I fighten you into silence? Or was it something else?

You asked me what you are to me and at the time I had no answer to give. Are you my prey? My meal?

I have spent all night in thought and still I fear uttering these words.

You are my beloved.

My heart belongs entirely to you, wretched and sinful though it may be. No blood is sweeter than yours.

I burn for you, my darling.

I grow agitated at each day that passes when we are not together. My treacherous mind plays such awful tricks on me. Surely you have not cast me aside for another? Or worse, have I frightened you beyond redemption?

Oh, banish the thought! Who has your affection? Your love?

Please, put my poor heart at ease. Meet me in the gazebo at the end of your garden after sunset.

I cannot bear to be parted from you much longer.

Ever your slave,

Nicușor

y/n,

My castle must be prepared for your arrival and I have set forth with great haste to do so. In case you awake before my return, I've left you this letter.

You are currently on board a private train car bound for Transylvania. Do not attempt to leave. My guards have strict orders to ensure you reach home.

You are changed, my dear.

I have bitten you and transformed you into a creature like myself. Upon our final meeting, I intended only to say goodbye. You are too fine and beautiful a creature to be wasted on the likes of me.

But when I saw you in the moonlight, I could not help myself.

You are so beautiful. So bright and lively. You are what my cold halls have lacked all these many years.

My love, I drank your blood. Every drop of it. Nothing in my centuries of existence has ever tasted so sweet, so right.

It can be frightening, I know. But do not despair.

The light of the sun will forever be out of reach, but there are a thousand traits you've gained. Strength. Speed. Immortality.

The grave will never taste your flesh, old age will never hound at your door.

As I am the one who changed you, I am also your Lord and Master. The bond between us is forged in blood. Wherever I go, you must always follow. If I am to die, so shall you. If I am to command, you must obey.

It is a tight leash and not one of my devising, I assure you.

I intend to be your partner and not your Lord. So for both our sakes, my love, do not give me cause to use that power.

You and I have all eternity together. Does it please you as it does me?

I have longed for a bride for centuries. You cannot imagine the loneliness. And in all those years, none have impressed themselves upon my heart as you have.

I have stolen you from the sunshine and into my world of night and blood. I have ripped away any hope of heaven and salvation. No God now, no church or altar.

I am a rogue and a thief and still I beg of you. Please love, do not hate me.

I've made you into my vampire bride.

Your husband,

Nicușor Drăculești

[ink-n-shadow]

listen—my brain had a thought, and I had to bring it to life🤷‍♀️ i kinda wanna make this into a text!au... (or maybe just it's own au)

SWIPE RIGHT

𝜗𝜚 the one where you swipe right a man almost 10 years older than you

𝜗𝜚 pairing: hookup!simon "ghost" riley x gn!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: very bare bones smut (minors—DNI), age gap (reader is in early/mid 20s; simon is in mid 30s), gentle and casual sex, possessiveness (if you squint), some aftercare, some feelings caught, slightly nervous!simon

you would meet hookup!simon on a random wednesday night, mindlessly thumbing through dating apps while draining a bottle of wine by yourself. it wasn't your fault that you were bored, pent up, and fresh out of a long-term (and rather toxic) relationship. you didn't even remember how you ended up setting your age range to 30s.

hookup!simon would have like three pictures maximum—one of his rugged face, one of his toned muscles in the gym mirror, and the last one of him and his german shepard puppy. he wouldn't even have a bio, just his name, age, and that he was looking for something short-term.

hookup!simon would be surprised when you match back with him, eyes bulging out of his skull as the notification blinked across his screen. he fully expected to never see your pretty little face ever again—but there you were, sitting innocently in his messages and begging him to tell you his dog's name.

the first time you meet hookup!simon in person, he's all shaky hands and sweaty palms—despite the fact that you're sprawled out naked across his mattress not long after he led you up to his apartment—muttering a breathless “i don’t do this often” under his breath as his calloused fingers crawl down your thighs.

hookup!simon would be so juxtaposedly gentle, soft caresses and breathless kisses smeared against your skin as he gently sinks his leaking cock into your prepped hole. his harsh and rough exterior doesn’t match the way he treats you like porcelain, careful not to break you in two as he split you open on his length.

you didn’t expect the way hookup!simon treated you after—turning on the shower and letting it get warm enough for you to slink into, putting your sticky underwear and pants into the laundry while you showered, making sure a cold glass of water was on the bedside table before you lumber back into the bedroom.

hookup!simon would offer to drive you home once you were out of the shower and your clothes were dry, insisting that you didn’t have to stay if you didn’t want to (but he really wouldn’t mind if you did). his eyes nearly pop out of his skull when you say you wouldn’t mind spending the night.

spending the night leads to you and hookup!simon talking for hours, your body sandwiched between his and his german shepard puppy (“his name’s riley—i know, s'not very original”) as you both ramble on about your incredibly different lives.

hookup!simon only takes you home after fucking you into his king-sized mattress one more time, intentionally (and rather possessively) littering your chest with hickeys and imprints of his crooked teeth in hopes of driving away your other hookups.

hookup!simon almost forgets about you and the night you both shared as two weeks (and another deployment) pass. it isn’t until he comes back to his flat and gets a random tinder notification, seeing your name illuminating his phone, that he becomes enamored all over again.

bonus: hookup!simon has a thing for being the best fuck you’ve ever had—the ego boost he gets from hearing you talk about how well he fucked you and how much you missed it >>>

©️ ink-n-shadow 2024

do not copy, plagiarize, steal, borrow, or repost any of my work without my expressed permission

[ellecdc]

Poly!Jegulus x Slytherin reader idea

So reader is one of the Slytherin chasers and she gets hurt on one of the Slytherin vs Gryffindor matches (maybe just a sprained wrist, or a concussion, whatever you prefer is good!) and imagine just the two captains losing their cool, its either funny or very chaotic or both, really just craving hurt and comfort

it's so funny because keke and I were talking about this dynamic not too long ago. I fiddled around with the positions etc, hope you don't mind! so glad to have you back mimi 🫶

poly!jegulus x fem!reader who plays keeper for the Slytherin team

It was very clear that Regulus was stressed. You knew he didn’t like having to call you up to play.

“Quidditch players play dirty, amour. Have you seen Barty out there?” he had urged you, earning him a roll of your eyes.

“Good thing I’m not playing against Barty then, huh?”

“Yeah, but you’re playing against the players that are playing against Barty; they’re going to go for blood.”

But this was your job as a reserve player. The Slytherin keeper had a case of mumblemumps and was currently on bedrest, meaning it was your turn to step onto the field.

Regulus had ‘double checked’ your equipment for the sixth time before you swatted him away.

“I’m okay, Reg. I’ve played before, yeah?”

Regulus sighed and looked into your eyes imploringly. “Do not take any unnecessary risks, okay? Especially against those animals.” He muttered.

You snorted a laugh. “You do realise we’re playing our boyfriend, yeah? The captain of those ‘animals’?”

Regulus levelled you with a glare. “Exactly.”

You opted to ignore Regulus’ worried ramblings in French and hyped yourself up for the game. Regulus had been hoping that the keeper would pull through in time for the game and was only willing to call you up a mere twenty minutes ago, meaning you hadn’t been mentally prepared for this.

Perhaps more importantly, neither had James

“WHAT IN THE BUGGERING FUCK IS SHE DOING OUT HERE!?” You heard James shout as he marched over to the Slytherin’s on the pitch, earning him a warning from Madame Hooch.

“Crawley is still in the infirmary.” You explained simply as James made it to you and began fussing with your equipment and uniform in much the same way Regulus had already.

“So what? He’s got swollen glands and a case of the mumbles, he can play sodding quidditch.” He muttered, tightening your elbow pads to almost painful lengths.

“Okay, James, enough.” You began shoving at him, but Regulus came to your defence.

“I’ve already done all that, James.” He sighed, sounding equally as disturbed about this as James did.

“I don’t like it. Maybe we should forfeit?” James mused aloud, earning him a horrified outcry from Marlene and Sirius.

“Like hell we’re forfeiting just because your girlfriend is playing, Prongs!” Sirius shouted at the same time as Marlene cried “I know she’s got a pretty face, but this is quidditch, Potter!”

“You never get this worked up over playing against Black, Potter.” Barty goaded from behind you, earning him a dark glare from Regulus.

“That’s because he’s busy looking for the snitch and well out of the action, Junior.” James sneered back before returning his eyes back to you. “Oh, my poor girl.”

You groaned and stepped away from the boys at that. “This is ridiculous, let’s sodding play!”

With an unnecessary amount of reluctance on his part, James stalked back off towards his team as everyone got into formation for the whistle.

The game was as fast-paced and intense as any game was against Slytherin and Gryffindor; the intense and deep-rooted rivalry causing the air to crackle with electricity.

As was predicted by anyone and everyone who knew Barty Crouch Junior, he was one lunatic of a beater, lobbing the bludgers at the opposing players with an unnecessary amount of force. The chasers on the other team seemed to be taking that in stride for the most part, save McLaggen who appeared to take each hit personally.

Any anxiety you had prior to the game melted away with the ease and familiarity of your broom beneath you and the rhythm of swatting quaffles away from your goal posts. Though James talked a big game of you being in “the thick of it”, keepers were the only players allowed within the vicinity of the goal posts, contributing to a certain amount of protection for those in your position.

Unfortunately, the seventh time McLaggen was hit by one of Barty’s bludgers seemed to be the undoing of this so-far fair-played game.

In a manner that seemed to be fueled by pure rage, McLaggen managed to bypass Barty and the other Slytherin beater, and beelined it for you. You would have been impressed by his skills and quick manoeuvres on his broom but you realised too late that he had nearly made it all the way over to you.

“Oi! Stay out of my zone!” You called at him, alerting the chaser’s presence to Barty.

With little more than a twist of his broom, Barty was barrelling his way towards you and aiming a bludger for McLaggen. You were slowly backing up towards your posts in an attempt to stay in position to block McLaggen’s quaffle whilst also trying to stay out of the way of his broom when he suddenly dropped altitude as soon as Barty’s bludger left his hand.

You looked down as he smiled up at you, realising too late what that meant for you.

Suddenly, your vision went black as the bludger made impact with the crown of your head, and you tasted iron as the wind ripped violently through your hair.

You could hear shouting and swearing, suddenly aware that you no longer had your broom under you; you were freefalling.

Still without sight, you had only seconds to brace yourself before you made impact with the hard ground below you.

Your lungs were being squeezed by a large fist within your chest and your ears were ringing something fierce.

There was warmth; warmth on your head, by your ear, trailing down your neck. It felt good against the wind that had accosted you moments earlier.

There was pressure at your collar bone, and deep within your chest.

The pressure became too much.

You took a gaping breath and with that, the ringing in your ears made way for the chaos surrounding you to permeate your consciousness.

“Okay, okay. Okay, good; good job amour, keep breathing. You’re okay, okay? Okay, you’re okay.” You heard Regulus chant, his voice taut with emotions. “Breathe amour, breathe.”

You took a few more gasping breaths and tore your eyes open, realising then that the lack of sight wasn’t due to inability, but rather your body’s unwillingness.

“Hi, hi amour. You’re okay.” Regulus said breathlessly, his eyes scanning between the two of yours before flitting up to something above you.

Your hearing was still fuzzy but you could hear something happening out of your line of sight.

“Yelling.” You choked out, coughing through the pain of having had the wind knocked out of your mere moments ago.

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING, MCLAGGEN? THE KEEPER ZONES ARE OFF FUCKING LIMITS.”

“It’s okay, amour. Don’t worry about that, just keep breathing for me, okay?” Regulus urged, placing a gentle hand on the juncture of your neck and shoulder causing you to wince in pain.

“Mr. Potter, you need to calm down.” Madame Hooch could be heard from behind you.

“I’ll do no such thing! He fucking orchestrated that! YOU LET YOUR BEATERS TAKE CARE OF OTHER BOTHERSOME BEATERS! YOU’VE BEEN PLAYING QUIDDITCH FOR SODDING YEARS, YOU KNOW WHAT JUNIOR IS LIKE.”

“Oi! Get your fucking hands off of me!”

“You’re off the team. You’re DONE. Get the fuck out of my sight.”

You heard what sounded like McLaggen storm off towards the locker rooms as Madame Hooch let out a sigh.

“The game is a draw, Slytherin is forced to forfeit with no keeper. Everyone off the pitch.” She droned in monotone.

“Jamie.” You whimpered, your sinuses suddenly swelling painfully.

“Hey! Hey babylove, I’m here.” He said quickly, quietly, gently; his voice a dramatic change from the way he’d been speaking to his team moments ago.

“I’m okay.” You stated, though it sounded more like a question with the way your voice tilted upwards at the end.

“Of course you are, you’re such a strong girl.” He agreed readily, offering you a sad smile. You chuckled self-deprecatingly and lifted your hand to wipe your tears as they trailed into your hairline, grimacing when your hand came back bloody.

“Just a bump, yeah?” James said lightly, causing Regulus to sniffle.

“I think she hurt her collarbone too.” He whispered as if speaking any louder would cause his voice to break and the tears to fall.

“Okay, alright.” James said as Madame Pomfrey arrived with a gurney. “Head injury and possibly injured collarbone.” He relayed to the matron. 

“Thank you, Mr. Potter. Mr. Black, I’ll take over now; please step aside.”

But Regulus didn’t seem able to let go.

“Mr. Black.”

“Come on, Reggie. We’ll follow her up, yeah?” James tried gently, pulling at Regulus’ shoulder so that the matron could levitate you onto the gurney. 

“We’re right behind you, okay sweetheart?” James called after you as he held Regulus to his side, and you let unconsciousness pull at you with the knowledge that they were following you back to the castle. 

“I’m going to fucking kill him, Pads. I’m going to skin him alive and put his head on a spike on the Gryffindor stadium.” 

You heard Sirius chuckle at the sound of James’ dramatics, though he never bothered to argue with his mate. 

“How is it that you’re such a lover boy and my brother is such a gremlin; but anything happens to her and the two of you trade personalities?” Sirius taunted. You heard a shuffle, a grunt, and then an ‘oi!’ before the sound of Remus’ voice permeated the infirmary.

“Alright, alright. Pads, get off your brother.”

“And then, and then! I’m going to mail his ear to his mother with a note saying “you raised a fucking wanker”.” James continued as if no one had said a word.

“Y/N?” You heard Remus ask, causing the shuffling of your boyfriend and his brother, and the musings of your other boyfriend to come to a halt as they waited with bated breath for you to open your eyes.

“There she is.” James sighed in relief as his eyes met yours, his smile only at a fraction of its usual wattage, though it was still enough to brighten up the grim infirmary.

“Hi.” You croaked, wincing as your stretch was impeded by a sling on your arm.

“No, don’t.” Regulus whispered, brushing your elbow with a touch that was barely there. “Madame Pomfrey reset your collarbone, you’ll be in the sling for a few weeks.” He explained.

“Gives us all the more of an excuse to fuss over you, yeah?” James offered, clearly trying to keep spirits up.

Though you knew James was likely just as worked up about your injury as Regulus currently was (if not more, if his threats of murder and mutilation were anything to go off of), he was making an effort to be strong for both of your sake’s.

“Reggie, I’m okay.” You pressed, taking Regulus’ hand in yours that wasn’t currently pressed to your side. 

“I know.” He whispered back.

“So are you.” 

Regulus’ face crumpled at that and he slowly lowered his head to rest on your abdomen.

“Glad to see you up and at’em, Y/N.” Rem smiled at you as Sirius shot you a wink before patting Regulus on the shoulder and leaving the three of you some privacy. 

“Reggie, babe.” James murmured, moving to stand behind Regulus and rub at his shoulders soothingly. “You’re going to get tears and snot all over our poor girl’s jumper.”

“Sod off.” Regulus mumbled into your stomach, causing you and James to chuckle. 

Regulus’ head popped up at that, and he looked at you shyly from red rimmed eyes behind black curls falling over his forehead. 

“You promise me you’re okay?” He whispered, rubbing his thumb back-and-forth over your knuckles.

You nodded and offered him a small smile. 

Regulus sighed and sat up, rubbing at his face. “Good.” He said simply as he stood.

“I’ve got a Gryffindor to kill.”

He placed a gentle kiss to your temple and stalked out of the infirmary before your horrified glance moved to James who stood passively at the end of your bed.

“James!?” You asked, gesturing with your good arm towards the entrance.

James shook his head and waved you off. “Don’t worry; Pad’s and Moony are on watch out there. We knew once you woke up he’d be on a warpath.” 

You let out a surprised laugh as James casually took Regulus’ vacated seat beside you and picked up your good hand.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Just sore.” You offered with a nod. 

“Well, I don’t like that you got hurt, but I do like getting to take care of you.” He said salaciously, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. 

You shared a soft smile with James before you heard screeching. 

“I need a healer!”

James brows furrowed as he turned to see 1) McLaggen holding a jumper to his face leaving a trail of blood droplets behind him and 2) Regulus, Sirius, and Remus walking back towards your bed far too nonchalantly for your liking. 

“You were supposed to stop him!” James shouted at Sirius as he gestured to Regulus.

Sirius smirked. “Oh, we did.”

James let out a surprised scoff. “Then how’d he manage to maim McLaggen?”

“I didn’t have to.” Regulus replied simply, sitting on the end of your bed and pulling your feet into his lap as he massaged them through the blankets. “Barty got to him first.”

[xazse]

Hey, I have another idea for the jjk men hybrid. So I have been thinking, how about a shy and quiet bunny hybrid fem reader..? You can choose who it would be too. I believe it would be a fun time reading these with various different hybrid for the reader, as well as jjk characters, no? Also, it would be a fluff oneshot for this one ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧

Notes: Hi I hope this is what you meant? different Hybird readers with different men? if you didn’t I think I over indulged. Sorry some of them may be repeated because I kept running out of ideas.

SEPARATE Pairings:Bunnygirl!FemReader, Kittygirl!FemReader, Beargirl!FemReader, Foxgirl!FemReader x nonjujutsu!Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami

Tags: no warnings just fluff! And also the Hybrids are you but with ears and a tail that’s all!

Gojo- and his Shy Bunnygirl!Hybrid

Ever since Gojo had met you in the home for animal hybrids he immediately brought out his black card. He wanted you and you specifically. Though you were sat in the corner looking dazed and bored his first thought was how he could probably transform you into a carbon happy messy just like him! It’s perfect! You’re perfect.

As soon as he brought you home you stood in the door way, swishing on your feet nervous, every move he made was met with a quick freeze of your body watching his every step.

It took a while to get you nice and comfortable but a few months later you’ve been allowing him to touch your ears! You’ll allow him to grab your head and push it towards his lap, while he rubs from the tip of your ear down to the base, it always makes you shiver. Satoru has a hard time reading you, if something displeases you, you don’t outright tell him he has to slowly get it out of you. He doesn’t mind though he thinks it’s cute!

The fluff of your tail when you walk is outright adorable, when you feel his stare on you, you’re so quick to turn away and walk backwards away from him and to your shared bedroom. Satoru has learned that you love being read to, you can read perfectly fine for a hybrid but theres something about you and him in bed while he reads and describes to you what’s happening in the book, you have the most content facial expression every time.

Geto- and his Kittygirl!Hybrid:

You are very well behaved with some exceptions and Geto loves that, you never resort to begging for his attention because he gives you plenty of it, you’re just a well behaved girl.

The place in which you love the most is resting on his back: no literally, Suguru has tried to get you to maybe cuddle with him but you continuously insist to slouch on his back, within a good 10 minutes of him rambling you’re snoring. And moving is just not an option, he feels your sharp nails dig into his back over and over when he adjusts his arm or maybe stretches a little, he’s stuck for a good hour or two.

Your purring drives Suguru to his end, it’s just way too cute. When your in his lap watching movies, if he starts to listen really hard he can hear the deep rumble in your chest before you start to vibrate softly, he moves to bring you closer and give you a small kiss on your cheek.

You love braiding Sugurus hair, the beautiful jet black never ceases to amaze your eyes, the length is well tamed and always well trimmed he never skips a day to take care of it. He’ll have you sat on his lap facing him while you braid the ends and he scratches behind your ears and rubs your tail.

Toji- and his Chubby!beargirl!Hybrid

Days spent with Toji are quite lazy, its mainly you lying on his chest while he watches boring boxing matches, youre so quick to flip your attention somewhere else, he has a hard time keeping you in one place: on his chest whilst he rubs your back , but nooo you see a butterfly on the patio and immediately want to inspect it.

Toji adores your body when you are lying on him, he prods and gropes as a sign of affection nothing more, especially when your chubby fingers are intertwined with his.

Toji can be a bit mean sometimes, especially when he deems something you did dumb, but never has he raised his voice at you. He thinks of it as a funny type of dumb, something that he can easily help you though so you don’t repeat the same mistake. And when you do get it correct with time he’ll rub your ears and praise you: of course he expects praise back for doing a good job of teaching you and you do give him the same energy.

You are laziest slacker ever, Toji takes on almost all the house work, he’d never in a million years think he’d be lifting you off the floor so he can finish vacuuming in that spot just to plop you right back down. You’re even lazy when it’s time to eat, he’s towering over you egging you to come sit at the table all he sees is a twitch of your ear, oh so you definitely heard him but make no attempt to move, he grabs your plush body and walks with you towards the kitchen.

Nanami- Foxgirl!Hybrid

Kento has a hard time controlling or even getting you to listen to a command, he finds you completely impossible. The sweet smile you provided him with through the process of getting you were just all lies and you sure are damn good at it.

Nanami has noticed how much you love the cold, it just makes as an excuse for you to constantly be under him, rubbing on his chest and neck, you don’t offer any room for him to move, glaring at him every time he tells you he has to use the bathroom and no you cannot follow him in there, that’s the little time of privacy he gets to relax and he won’t have it interrupted no matter how much you whine and cry at the door.

Nanami sometimes takes you to the office when he’s really busy and just doesn’t trust you to be alone and not destroy his house from the inside to the outside. So he trudges alone with you behind him: hearing the ding of the elevator and all eyes are on him, then are immediately on you. The office workers absolutely adore you, as soon as Nanami stalks off to go do some important things they’re on you, petting your hair and rubbing all over your ears. Cooing at just how sweet you are (you aren’t) the praise turns you into complete mush with a cute stretched out grin on your face as they shower you with love.

When you’re both done at the office and he hasn’t heard a single complaint about you: he’ll reward with you with some delicious street food; specifically your favorite. He can’t help but have a warm smile on his face as you attempt to coerce him into giving you a share of his food.

Your tail thumps his leg over and over in a sign of every lasting happiness, you lean over to press many kisses to his face because you love him so much.

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manger's random tots #8 [ NSFW MDNI ]

|| cw (dead dove) : implications of stalking, spying

» manager's note: with the trending of the milkman over all my social media nowadays, i've decided not to hop on this train- but instead, write about some other type of pretty boy with a low paying profession (no, this is not a 'that's not my neigbour' fic, thank you) hope you guys enjoy...? (i had the idea him being an oc in mind but you can slap whatever character you want <3)

the neighbourhood mailman; absolute sweetheart, can do no wrong- sometimes giving away small little treats and nick-nacks along side the letters, pulling off light tricks and pranks to gargle a laugh or two, trying to brighten people's days.

yet, most don't seem too kind about his selfless gestures; impatient and grumpy bastards telling him off, yelling at him to knock it off with his piercing bike bell and 'nice guy' act.

on days like those, the only thing that seemed to be his light at the end of the tunnel, after gurgitating hours of cycling about under pretty harsh weathers, being chased off walk-way after walk-way... was you, his last patron of each day.

you weren't one of the first few in his delivery route; yet, you barely lived far down, so why is it that you were always his last? "...don't know... your letters always seemed to be at the bottom of the pile~" is what he claims; when in truth, he just wishes to spend the rest of his late-evening chatting your ear off with fun little misadventures he had during the past week.

he felt... cherished for once in his life; not someone needing to deal with the sour attitudes of people when they're all huffy or some boy-toy, taking his acts of service as an invitation to go running their hands all over him. he loved how he could play around, joke and complain without having the need to refrain himself. he felt... alive.

so it was to no one's surprise that he developed a massive crush on you; always giving you a little extra compared to the other townsfolk. full length handwritten letters, extra savings of candy and snacks he's been distributing that day, that box of pastries you seemed to have been eyeing up for the last few days or that prize you didn't manage to win during on one of your latest trips to the arcade.

seems light-hearted enough, right? if only you knew what other little treats he placed within your regular delivery... envelopes holding typed-letters; pouring his love for you over the many, many pages... each line, each paragraph... sometimes even rambling off into tangents- tangents of what he had been dreaming to do to you since day one... since the day you noticed his pains and took upon yourself to heal him back up.

yet, these sick fantasizes, these twisted thoughts on paper- you never blamed him for it, why would you went the initials signing off the letters eerily matched the creep that lived a few houses down from yours, who always seemed to have brought themselves false hope in charming you even after you said no.

no... you would never blame the innocent, naive mailman who's barely paid enough to suffer from verbal abuse every day of his life; barely having the funds to keep a himself together; yet, still cherished the happiness of others over his own.

maybe that's why you always seemed to accept his 'lustrous' gifts, especially that medium-sized stuffed bunny he so graciously sewed for you for valentine's to rid you of your loneliness. its soft yet limp body still laying on your bed, oblivious of the shine behind its dull black spheric eyes.

"...hah... hah...~" lustful eyes smiling as his flushed features melted against the monochrome screen he's stuck himself to, body trembling with each stroke of his throbbing cock, relishing in the soft breaths as you slept, spurring more pre to drip down his plush thighs, drenching the ground beneath his cheap desk chair. "...soon... soon, my love... i'll tell you the truth..."

[masonmtxo]

Mason Smutty Thought✨

Surprise!!! A short smutty ramble inspired by this ask @bluesmason kindly gave me permission to use 🩷

Enjoy! Please leave feedback, it means the world!

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Mason’s brain was still buzzing from the match as he laid in bed with you on his chest, mind only half focused on the series you had put on the tv. He had got home not long ago, whisking you off the sofa and straight up to bed, moaning about how exhausted his body was after running up and down the pitch for nearly 95 minutes. He had let you fuss over him, putting on all the fancy serums and moisturisers you loved before snuggling up beside him in bed, the both of you almost completely naked bar a pair of boxers and knickers respectively.

He was sore all over, barely able to move from the position he found himself in, but his cock has other plans entirely, the only part of his body that seemed to be awake. He groaned internally as he felt the tingle through his thighs and stomach, an ache coming from between his legs completely different to the rest of his body as he noticed the first inevitable twitch from beneath his boxers as he began to harden. Mason glanced at you to see your eyes still fixated on the screen, not yet noticing the tent in his underwear as he tried to will it away. He was horny, there was no denying that, but his aching muscles were not even up to the most lacklustre round of sex. It was a regular occurrence after a match, a quick, tried round of sex just to scratch an itch if he wasn’t feeling up to doing much more. But tonight not even that seemed possible the way his tired body weighed heavily on the mattress.

It was now impossible for you to not notice Mason’s ‘little’ situation, giggling to yourself as your line to the tv was now obstructed from your position, head resting on his bare chest.

“Mase,” you whispered, hearing a groan as he realised you had cottoned on, giggling, lifting your head up to see him flinging the arm that wasn’t wrapped around you over his eyes to hide his face. “Do you wanna…?” You trailed off, the hand that was resting on his stomach now tracing slow suggestive circles.

He shook his head and grunted again, “I think I’m too tired baby,” the initial embarrassment had worn off quite quickly after he had reminded himself it was only you, “I’m so fucking hard though.”

You nodded in understanding, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek and then his lips, “need a hand?”

“Please,” he whimpered, gentling nudging your hand down to where he needed you the most.

Usually, you liked to tease him, gripping him over his boxers and tracing your fingers up and down his hard length with featherlight touches until you could see his precum leaving a stain on the material. But this time, you got straight to it, there was no need to build up the antipucation as you were expecting nothing in return, the act purely a means to satisfy his aching body.

Slipping your hand inside his boxers, you took his cock in your hand, gently working up and down as you felt the heavy weight of his hardness. You watching as his eyes fluttered shut, his face peaceful and relaxed as he allowed you to pleasure him. You kept the pace slow, thrusting your hand, every now and then thumbing over the head and speading his precum down his length until you found your hand restricted within the confinements of his boxers. His eyes opened, pulled from his blissed out state when he felt your movements come to a halt, instantly scrambling to tug them down and off his legs when he realised what had made you stop as he neared ever closer to his impending high.

The sight of his now exposed cock made your mouth water in anticipation, the engorged, reddened tip begging to be sucked and tongued at, ducking your head to take it into your mouth. The sensation of you warm mouth on his cockhead, tongue flicking over his slit, had Mason tumbling towards release, his cum hitting the back of your throat making you sigh in satisfaction. You’d never particularly enjoyed swallowing cum before Mason, but something about the heady taste of his release always had you vibrating with desire, always desperate to have him in your mouth when he finishes.

Swallowing every last drop, you carried on lightly sucking his tip as he began to soften, only stopping when you felt a light tug of your hair.

He groaned quietly at the feel of you pulling off, giving one last roll of your tongue as you did, smirking at the way Mason flinched. Wanting to be close to him after the intimacy of the moment you had just shared, you found your place back on his chest, head tucked in his neck, his fingers tracing absentminded patterns down your spine. The silence between you was relaxing, the feeling of closeness after a day apart much needed.

Mason finally broke it, whispering a “I love you,” against your hair as he pressed several kisses into it.

You didn’t need to say anything back, the way you shuffled impossibly closer to him as you feel asleep on his chest said enough.

[edutainer2022]

I made it to Vienna for the week-long Digital Humanism event and I've been meaning to place Earth and Sky in Vienna for ages. This is an absolutely indulgent, decadent, undiluted fluff, full of bosom headcanons, informed by the first Sunday of fall here, drenched in sunlight, late summer flowers and classic German poetry. That's it, that's the story - Scott in Virgil go to Vienna and absolutely nothing hurts.

Thank you always to @janetm74 for putting up with my ramblings.

SUNLIGHT AND POETRY

He could smell the eye-wateringly expensive coffee first. Then the steps, muffled by luscious grass, were followed by a nondescript grunt that probably summarized the general state of the joint World Council, World Bank and GDF committee. An equally obscenely expensive suit jacket was thrown on the lawn unceremoniously to dub as a picnic blanket and, finally, the full length of Scott flopped and stretched beside him, wiggling to get comfortable. A goody bag with a tell-tale Zacher Hotel crest landed in Virgil's lap and he put aside the sketchbook, wasting no time to dig in. Coffee and the most luxurious chocolate cake in the world certainly worked the magic to improve Scott's mood and soon he was grinning up to the sky, although Virgil knew to look for signs of weariness in the corners of blue eyes. He was tempted to return to sketching, though - Scott's relaxed smiles, although in a far more ample supply after Dad's return, were still a rare treat.

Usually, it would be Virgil dragging biggest brother along to Vienna, when Opera was in season or an art exhibition Virgil didn't want to miss - a feat frequently accomplished with toddler-wrangling worthy bribery in form of copious amounts of Austrian finest street food and baked goods or the deployment of most deadly puppy eyes. The exasperated groan signaled that the odorous Wienerwurst from a digny kiosk on the corner of Bristol Hotel was still in the cards that day, much to the hotel staff's (and finest chefs') incessant bewilderment. The Tracies rented the penthouse floor at the historic Bristol, facing Vienna State Opera, for years, the place deemed secure enough by Kyrano Sr. all those years ago. That time, however, it was Virgil who tagged along whole Scott had a week of sessions set up with the Joint Committee of Global Services on the update of interoperable search and rescue policies. Trust Scott to spend his hard carved downtime on redrafting global policies and making the world a better and safer place.

That was just it, Dad having put his foot down (two, actually, and a fist) on IR rota expansion and rearranging operations with A LOT more of their habitual toll outsourced to GDF and local response services, they had more time to pursue their interests and develop their personal strengths. To have a life in an unironic way. But that also meant spending less time together on rescues, even on the island. Scott of course up and found himself the next all-consuming cause, so Virgil was kinda... missing him. Missing his best friend in the way he hadn't since Scott left for Yale, then for AirForce. Maybe it was the ever present thrum of dread over Scott involved in any thing GDF since... That Place... that got Virgil wistful and a bit clingy. Scott, naturally, didn't mind. They were having a great time, actually, reconvening in the afternoons for leisurely strolls, good food and uninterrupted talks about everything and nothing. Virgil treated himself to revising his favorite exhibits at Albertina and Kunst Museum, then took to camping out on sundrenched lawns of Burggarten, sketching statues or people around. He never felt as at home in Vienna as Scott did. Much as their ginger spaceman could fit right in on any red brick Gothic campus, Scott, all towering height and blue eyes, and slim athletic built, and structured suits just MATCHED the stately grandor of old imperial capitals. Virgil always felt too big and too rural American among the understated regal splendor of Vienna. But here, in the landscape informed by art, and the shade of Mozart's monument, and calm, and familial bonding, he was in his element.

Scott was stretching in the evening sun, like a giant cat, and blinking his eyes slowly at Virgil - that definitely called for a sketch.

Chocolate treats were, apparently, Scott not only loot that afternoon. He shifted to the side, wiggled a hand into the suit pocket and produced a small tattered volume. Faded gilded embossing and yellowed pages belied the treasure only found in antique bookshops. Virgil wasn't surprised when Scott started reading. One of the Tracy family best kept secrets was Scott's affinity for classic reading. Passionate, well-spoken and charismatic - Scott was the darling of every AP English class teacher, the Speech and Oratory Team captain and persistently courted for a graduate degree in French Modernism through his Lit Elective at Yale. In a different life Scott would have been an inspirational military leader, a kickass defense attorney or an Office-track politician and public speaker. But a different life had not been in the cards for Jeff Tracy's eldest Son and Heir.

What DID surprise Virgil was Scott settling up to read out loud. In German.

"Wem der große Wurf gelungen

Eines Freundes Freund zu sein;

Wer ein holdes Weib errungen

Mische seinen Jubel ein!"*

And raven brow shot up quizzically and in perfect synchrony the shit-eating grin erupted:

"What?! I'm his brother too!"

"To the point of speaking German?"

The grin faded a shade. Damn.

"To the point of speaking World Bank finance and AirForce parade drills with the old European Uninion Anthem. Schiller's statue is right OVER THERE, I was in the mood."

The returned smile was muted, but mellow. Virgil thought back to an old comedy, "what? like it's HARD?" almost audible in big brother's nonchalant shrug.

Only Scott Tracy would make a point to swing by a rare books shop and get himself a 1820s copy when he felt like reciting Schiller's poetry on a sunny afternoon in the old royal palace park. Virgil certainly hoped that indulgence streak broadened and became a habit.

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* A stanza from Ode to Joy, Friedrich Schieller

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

I absolutely love that you write for the dark turtles! I rarely see anything for them and there’s so much potential for stories with them, other writers are missing out!

Anyway I’m rambling. I’m not a writer but have had this story idea for the dark turtles. Being clones of the turtles and a mix of their dna I’ve always personally headcanoned that the dark turtles possess deeper connections to their turtle counterparts. Ex: quirks, mannerisms, interests, skills, and even memories. With that in mind here’s the story base.

Darius creates a dark clone of reader in hope that he can use them to infiltrate the turtles group and generate mistrust after seeing his dark turtle clones fail with their head on battles (I guess readers dark clone would be more spy like? More shapeshifter like?). What Darius doesn’t anticipate is that the dna connection between the dark clones and the turtles also somehow share their interests/ mannerisms/ and memories. Since regular reader and turtle counterpart are in love, Darius now has two of his clones falling in love with no understanding why or what new emotions and foreign memories they’re both experiencing

I guess this could be angsty or fluffy depending on how you look at it. I personally like a blend of both but just have fun! This was just something I thought I’d send your way, hope it sparks some inspiration for more dark turtle fics! Love your writing!

In Light And Darkness (Angst/Fluff)

Dark Leonardo x reader

A/N: I agree! There’s so much potential with these boys, especially when they never finished their story💚 I also agree with your headcanon. I think that they have the same characteristics as the original turtles, just with a darker twist, like how Dark Mikey isn’t just happy, but manic. But with that being said, I’ve decided to make it with Dark Leo, with focus on Dark Leo and the dark reader’s bond, and how Darius might be very oppressive to that. Hope you enjoy💙

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Warnings: Punishments (withholding food, isolation, forced to sleep in cold rooms, fear of further punishment).

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Darius was furious, his anger raining down on the four Kanabo clones in front of him. Once again they had failed him. Dark Leo’s plan to infiltrate Cody’s penthouse from the inside had failed, with Leonardo sensing his plans from the very start. It had ended in a surmise, sending the clones home empty handed, with no progress made. They were now even further back than square one, and Darius blamed them for it. Especially Leo.

Their punishment had been severe, with Darius withholding food from them. He did not care that Dark Leo had started sharing the small lumps of meat with his brothers, instead of fighting over it. If that was what they wanted to do, then that was their problem. But there was something Darius noticed about Dark Leo that caught his interest. Under Leo’s fingernails was something that looked like hair. And not just any hair, but your hair. The color and length matched. It had gotten there after Dark Leo accidentally pulled your hair during the squirmish, pulling you out of one of the other clone’s wild attacks, aimed at their own counterparts. But this action had caused his original counterpart to momentarily pull back on his peaceful and friendly demeanor towards the dark clone. But this hair gave Darius an idea. An idea he was sure would work out in his favor.

The clones were pushed out of the room while Darius contacted Sh’Okanabo, in order to show him the hair and tell him about his idea. Sh’Okanabo was intrigued, finding the idea interesting enough to give it a try. Especially with this dreaded planet, that refused to buckle under for his mighty rule. The Dread Lord had done many things throughout his dark life. He had taken over planets, leaving them in constant darkness. He had torn down civilizations, watching them crumble to the ground as their people turned into his own kind. But he had never made a Kanabo clone of a human. Sure, he had turned humans into Kanabos, but never had he created a lab made clone. And so, he agreed to Darius’ plan, bringing the hair to his lab.

It didn’t take long before Sh’Okanabo returned to Darius with a satisfied smile. It worked. He had created a human kanabo clone, with more of his own abilities than any of his turtle clones had gotten. He presented them with your dark clone, who for the most, looked like a normal human in shape. Your hair and hair color had not changed, but your skin was a dark Kanabo purple, and your eyes the same kind of yellow as the turtles. Your fingernails were long and claw-like and your teeth sharp. Yet somehow, it was still obvious who you were. You were a kanabo clone of (Y/N) (L/N).

The turtle clones watched in astonishment as you showed off your abilities to Darius. Like your creature, you had the ability to shapeshift. Turn your body to mud in order to move across the floor, before rebuilding your body on the other side of the room. Your strengths were heightened, making you much stronger than your counterpart. When Sh’Okanabo ordered the turtles to attack you, they were shocked to find that you could throw them about easily. Or most of them. One clone had not followed his creature's order, standing back with an unreadable expression. This had caused Darius' anger to rain down over the blue clone, telling him to do as his superiors had told him. But Leo refused. He would not attack you, and neither would he attack a clone of yours. Not with all the memories of his counterpart flowing through his head. All of his sweet memories with your counterpart.

This decision had caused Leo yet another punishment. No food, and he had to sleep in an isolated cold corner of the dark storage room. And Leo did just that, still refusing to do anything that could hurt you, even if you were capable of protecting yourself.

As Leo laid in the corner of the dark room, his arms wrapped around himself, he had not expected company. You came to him in the middle of the night, with a blanket that Darius had given you, and some of the extra food he had showered upon you, believing you to be his new big super weapon.

“Hey”, you whispered, placing a soft warm hand on his big arm. Your warm touch and your small greeting reminded him of memories that weren’t his own. How your fully human counterpart would do the same to the source of his DNA, comforting him whenever something had been bothering. And each and every time, Leonardo had felt a flutter in his heart, just like Dark Leo’s heart was doing at that exact moment. But while Leonardo would smile at your counterpart, and make his warm emotions clear for you, Leo frowned in confusion. A Kanabo was not meant to feel these kinds of emotions, and even with access to all of Leonardo’s feelings and memories up until the moment Sh’Okanabo extracted some of his DNA, Leo had never felt such a thing. Until now.

“What are you doing here?”, he asked, rubbing his tired eyes.

“Just checking up on you”, you said, scooting closer to him in order to hold up the big slab of meat for him. “I got something for you”.

The raising heart beat in Leo’s chest was new. I did not know what to think of it. His Kanabo nature fought against it, but the other half of him enjoyed it very much. Enjoyed the your presence next to him.

He took a hold of the slab, his yellow eyes fixed on the red meat, before he looked back to your face. For a moment he wondered if you always had been so stunning or if his eyes was playing tricks on him.

“You know that Darius will punish you for this if he finds out, right?”, he said.

“Then he’ll just have to punish me”, you said, before wrapping the blanket around him. Even though it didn’t cover him fully, Leo couldn’t deny how nice it was to feel at least a little bit of warmth. “Now, eat”, you said, turning to look at the big storage room. “I’ll look out for Darius”.

“You don’t want any?”, Leo asked.

“I’m already full”, you mumbled. “Darius has pretty much been showering me with food”.

Leo nodded. Of course Darius had done that. Trying his best to build up that intern competition between the brothers that Leo had been trying to tear down. And now they would have to try and compete with Darius’ new favorite.

You sat there and looked out, while Leo ate with eagerness. The meat almost melting at his tongue with the blanket warmed him. And everytime he looked at you, he couldn't help but feel something. Something he knew from Leonardo’s memories. Something that Leonardo often felt when he looked at the DNA source of you.

Once Leo had finished his meat you smiled at him, making his heart beat just a little bit faster.

“I should go now”, you said softly, slowly moving in order to stand up. “You need all the sleep you can get”.

But Leo didn’t want you to leave. It was nice to have you with him in the dark corner of the room. It brought him some sort of comfort. Comfort he had seen between your counterpart and Leonardo, both in his memories and in the penthouse. So when you leaned onto your knees, placing your hand on the floor, in order to use it to push you up from the floor, Leo panicked a bit. His big hand grabbing onto your write, before pulling down to him.

You yelped out in shock as you felt back against Leo’s plastron, but that shock was soon replaced by a smile as you felt Leo place the blanket over the two of you, his big arm wrapping around you, his face buried into the back of your shoulder.

“What happened to the fear of Darius’ punishment?”, you asked with a teasing smile, holding on to his blue arm.

“I don’t fear Darius!”, he grumbled against your shoulder. “I’m just… feeling cold”, he continued sheepishly, hiding further against you.

You turned over in his arms in order to face him, your small black claws tracing small circles on his cheek. “Do you want me to stay tonight?”

Leo sighed, his eyes staring off into the distance. “Darius will get mad”.

“I don’t care”, you whispered, resting your forehead against his plastron, your fingers moving to his chest, continuing their small circles. “Do you want me here?”

“Yes”, the Kanabo clone said, resting his beak against the top of your head, taking in your scent. You did not smell like your original counterpart. No, but to his Kanabo nose you smelled sweeter. It was almost intoxicating.

“Then I’ll stay”, you hummed, cuddling closer against him. “And Darius can’t do shit about it”.

And so you stayed with him throughout the night, comfortable in each other’s arms, as sleep took a hold of the two of you. And as Leo took in the warmth of your skin against him, he couldn't care less about what Darius would say or do in the morning. Not with you by his side.

[oneforthemunny]

janitor!eddie munson x reader blurb

eddie au where he starts working at hawkins elementary as a janitor. steve is a fourth grade teacher there and gets him the job, something with benefits and better hours than selling weed and working at the plant.

eddie's nervous being in a school. he graduated a few years before and vowed to never go back. it was no secret he'd been severely mistreated in his school days, but steve assured him they were elementary school kids- they wouldn't care.

he finds its a pretty easy job. sweep the halls, scrub the desks from any doodles, change the trash. the worst part is when a kid throws up, but that's not as common as he thought. as it would turn out, elementary school kids are pretty clean and tidy- he supposes it's the age.

they're also pretty sweet. always high-fiving 'mr.munson' in the hallways, and cheering when he'd come in to fix the pencil sharpener. it's the first job eddie has that he looks forward to. especially, when he gets to see you everyday.

steve introduced you two, in the teacher's lounge. eddie was sitting at a table with him, lunch pail with a ham sandwich he'd thrown together that morning. you'd waltzed in, sunshiney and smiley, chatting with another teacher. he'd noticed your skirt, how bright it was, bright and pink, hitting your calves at a respectful length. it made you look so cheery, happy, instantly brightening the space you walked into.

"y/n," steve called, waving at you when you grabbed your lunch bag out of the fridge. eddie's breath caught, feeling like the sandwich doubled in size ever bite he took. you grinned warmly, excusing yourself from the other teachers and walking over to steve.

"hi, steve." you greeted, taking a seat at the round table between the two of them.

"y/n, this is eddie. he just started her as the new custodian." steve said.

eddie wanted to roll his eyes, and give his usual response, "custodian. pssh, quit fancying' it up on my behalf, harrington, I'm a janitor."  but he couldn't. not when you looked over at him, eyes lit up and smiling.

"oh, it's so nice to meet you." you laughed, introducing yourself. eddie wiped his hands on his navy coveralls- the school had insisted he wear- clammy hands shaking yours.

"we're hallmates." steve teased, joining you in a laugh.

"we teach fourth grade. mr. harrington does math and science, and I do language arts and history." you said with a smile so wide eddie couldn't help but match yours.

eddie wanted to reply, but his head was swimming, blushing so furiously he was sure it was rising up his neck. "so, are you from hawkins too?" you asked, looking at eddie.

he nodded, clearing his throat gently. "y-yeah. I went here actually... back in the day. it-it's been a while ago, obviously, you knew that." eddie rambled, running a hand down his face.

you smiled, steve giving eddie a knowing smirk over her shoulder, making eddie blush even more. "a-are you from here? I haven't ever seen you around, but ya know, that doesn't mean anything. I mean, you could've been homeschooled, right? we're you homeschooled?" eddie stammered, mind whirring and buzzing. he couldn't stop rambling, spilling out the words as he looked at you.

you shook you head. "no, I wasn't homeschooled, and I'm not from here." you smiled, and eddie swore he saw you blush a little.

the next few weeks, you two talked in friendly conversation. you always greeted him with a cheery and bright 'hello!'. when he'd get your trash during your planning period, you would chat with him, asking about his weekend. he liked that you didn't fake conversation or ignore him like some of the other teachers did- the one's who remembered the outcasted munson boy from his time there as a child.

it wasn't until one day after school, eddie was pushing his cleaning cart, making his rounds through the classrooms, that he saw you. "hey, eddie?" you called, poking your head out of the classroom.

eddie was surprised you were still here. school had been out for a while, all the other teachers and staff had gone home.

"could I get your help, please?" you asked, biting your lower lip. eddie's heart pounded. "if you're not busy."

eddie pushed his cart to the side, making his way down the hallway to you. he liked that your door was always decorated, pictures that your student's had drawn surrounding your name and room number, colorful and inviting on the usual dull, wooden door.

"surprised you're still here." eddie grinned.

you laughed, shrugging softly. "yeah, well, I've been doing this," you pushed the door open, revealing the classroom.

eddie's eyes bulged, your room looked like a red and pink bomb had gone off in it. paper mache hearts, painted cupid's from the 60's, construction paper links of red and pink draping each of the student's desk.

"wow," eddie said, looking around him.

you smiled sheepishly. "I've been a little busy, can you tell?" you giggled.

eddie gaped, fingers trailing over the lace doilies around the hearts. "you, uh, you like valentine's day, huh?" he asked.

you shrugged. "it's alright. I'm sure it better when you have someone to share it with." eddie's head whipped around, shocked. no way you were single.

"I just like to go big like this for holidays, all holidays. it makes the kids happy, especially in the cold months. they always get kinda sluggish and sad, so if I can do this to make them happy, then I will." you said simply.

eddie smiled. "your kids are real lucky to have you." he said. "I woulda killed for a teacher like you. I had teachers like mrs. burns." he shuddered. you cringed slightly. that pre-historic woman was still teaching. eddie had thought he was being haunted when he first saw her this year.

"I- thank you." you said, blushing, hiding your smile. "I had a teacher once, ms. mccason, and she really inspired me to be a teacher. she was always so fun, and exciting, made me actually want to come to school." you gushed. eddie watched you, carefully, happily. he liked seeing you like this.

"she would decorate like this, and- oh!" you turned, grabbing some of your decorations. "that's why I needed help, actually. she would always hang the decorations from the ceiling, and I thought that was the coolest thing, and I wanted to do that, but I can't exactly reach to put the cupid's up." you said, looking at eddie hopefully.

eddie nodded, pulling out a chair, stepping carefully onto it with his heavy work boots before pushing up on the ceiling tile. you handed him one by one, chatting with him as you went. about school, how he met steve, what you liked to do outside of school, even eddie's band.

"I play at the hideout, sometimes." eddie said, hanging the last one before stepping down. "uh, you should come sometime."

your eyes lit up. "yeah?" you asked.

eddie nodded, cheeks flaming. "yeah. I-i mean, if you want to." he blushed. "we play every tuesday. sometimes we get the thursday or friday spot. just depends if tony's being a dick or not." he muttered and you giggled.

"yeah, I'd love to come sometime." you smiled, swaying slightly, hands clasped in front of you.

"cool." eddie grinned. "I'd love to see you there."

you had gone, the next tuesday. steve joined you with his friend robin and dustin, two mutual friends of eddie as well. the three of you made up most of the crowd, but eddie didn't mind. he was just happy you'd showed up.

the two of you stayed crowded in a booth, even after everyone else left, sharing beers and giggly stories. you didn’t care that it was a school night, too caught up in eddie. he kissed you when he walked you to your car that night, boozy and blushy, stammering apologies and wide eyed when he pulled away.

you grinned, pressing a kiss to his cheek. on friday, you had your valentine’s day party. students hyper on exchanged candies, little cards tucked away in their handmade boxes.

you stayed late, pulling down decorations before the weekend, perking up when you heard eddie’s cart squeak and wheel down the hallway.

“need any help?” eddie asked, leaning in the doorway.

he helped you pull down each decoration, sharing heart shaped suckers and conversation hearts that were left in your own valentine’s day box.

“oh,” you said, spinning around, and opening the top drawer of your desk. “I almost forgot.”

you handed a small, red envelope over to him. your pretty writing scrawled on the top.

‘to: eddie’ with a small heart besides his name.

he’d blushed, laughing when he opened it. a cartoon guitar with flames and hearts that read, ‘you rock, valentine!’ in obnoxiously large font. beneath it, you’d scribbled a little note.

‘thanks for the best night out. you do rock. wondering if you’re free saturday?’ your number in the following lines.

eddie looked up wide eyed at you. you winked, blushing towards him. “if you want to go out again.” you shrugged. “I’d love to spend valentine’s day with you. maybe go to the movies? or the bowling alley?”

eddie nodded, blabbering yes while blushing so hard he was sure his cheeks would melt right onto the ground.

you waited for him to lock up, walking you to your car. he promised to call the next morning, and he did. when he showed up at your little town house, he greeted you with a dozen red roses, his blushing cheeks matching them.

[marvelthottie]

New Set

Steven Grant x BLACK Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI,heavy steven centric, subby steven is my weakness,hand kink but not really but maybe so 😝

Steven was obsessed with your hands; well, your nails, you’ve noticed. You and Steven have been friends for a long time, ever since he started teaching night classes at your college. You taught a creative lesson on Wednesday and Friday nights. He taught History of Ancient Egypt, a small class, but his students were just as eager to learn as he was to teach. Sometimes when you give your students the last 20 minutes to do an open writing assignment, you would cross the hall to watch them ramble about the Egyptian Goddess of the day. But little did you know that as much as you watch Steven, he watches you twice as much, especially your hands.

Steven would call himself a dork, yes, and oddball maybe, a history nerd definitely, but with you, he feels like Steven. Whenever you’d go out to lunch before class, he watched you ramble about all the stories your students came up with. You always talked with your hands, he noticed, your perfectly manicured acrylic nails clacking as you exaggerate your points.

But tonight, he couldn’t keep himself from staring back at you when you walked in and leaned against the back wall as he was rambling about the wonderful Taweret. You were wearing a brown blazer with a white turtle neck, a matching brown shirt, and white ankle boots to pull the outfit together. But his gaze stopped at your hands; you were holding one of your favorite mugs. This time around, your nails were medium-length, white coffin nails. Steven’s very proud of his knowledge of getting your nails done. Your hands were always one of his favorite parts of you, though he’d never tell. And if you’d ask, he’d always say your brilliant mind.

He shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and sadly took his gaze from you and looked at the time; he realized his excited rambles had taken his class over nearly 10 minutes.

“Alright, everyone, I’ve talked your heads off. Let's get you all packed up and ready to go.” He watched as you walked towards his desk, eyes shamelessly watching the skirt cling to your brown legs.

His class cleared out quickly, seeing as it was a Friday Night and his class was barely six people.

“Hey, Steven,” You said, taking a sip of your coffee.

“Hey, done for today?”

“Yeah, told the class once they’re done with their writing, pack up and head out whenever.” You take another sip, slower, noticing his eyes tracking the movement.

You don’t know if it was genuine curiosity or mischief feeling but you couldn’t help to tease him.

“Steven?” you drawled out his name, to which he answered with intrigued yes. “ You’re obsessed with my hands, always staring but never commenting. Do you not like my nails?” You questioned, setting down your mug and standing in front of him as he stood behind his desk.

“No, love, that's not it.” He exclaimed, flushed and running a hand through his messy curls. “ I love them all the shapes and sizes, colors and gems. To be honest, this set is very plain for you.” He said, eyes widening, “ Not that there’s anything wrong with them. They're pretty, you’re pretty, and your hands are lovely. I quite like your hands, as you may know.”

You could see Steven get even redder when he took a second to realize what he had said. You walked around his desk, moving him over so you were between his legs. You grabbed his fidgeting hands, noticing he drew in a sharp breath. “ Stephen, do you like my hands?

“Yes,” he replied

“And do you want me to touch you with my hands?”

“God, yes, love,” he whispered.

You smiled, looking into his eyes, then you let your hands wander from his shoulders to his surprisingly muscular arms to his abs, to the bulge growing in his slacks.

“ Wait, as much as I want this, and I swear I do, but we c—“

You cut him off with a kiss, “ If you’re worried about being caught, Steven, then you’ll have to be quiet.” You smirked as he let off a soft whimper.

“Fuck”, he moaned softly as you unbuttoned his pants, gently pulling him out so as not to scratch him.

You stroked him from base to tip, going slow as to tease. You repeated the motion and squeezed softly when you to the head, watching as precum wet your hand. You wanted to make him beg for it, wanting to watch him fall apart, but you couldn’t. You knew the janitor would be around sooner rather than later; you had to make this quick.

You firmly stroked his cock, earning a hiss from Steven, which quickly turned to whimpers as you quickened your pace.

Steven thrusts into your hand; his hands balled to his sides, hushed heavy breaths coming from him. He’s trying so hard to be quiet, trying so hard to be good.

All you can hear is the squelching sound of his cock as you work him closer to completion.

You could hear the janitor next door cleaning your room, and you grabbed his cock with your other hand, applying pressure to the base and twisting the other on his tip.

“Y/N,” he whined, “ I won’t last.”

“That’s the point, Steven, cum for me, cum all over my hand. Don’t you want to be a good boy for me?”

Maybe it was your words or your hands on him, but you watched as he gasped, eyes rolling back as his orgasm punched out of him. He came all over your hands, even some hitting your thighs and the bottom of your skirt, but you didn’t care. You watched Steven cum, pleasure clouding his features as he shivered from the aftershocks.

You tucked him back in his pants, using the tissue of his desk to try and clean any evidence of what transpired. He sat down and slumped in his chair from the pleasure.

He looked at you dazed, smiling softly, “So, what color are you getting next?”

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

For the ship game: Leopika and Hisoillu! I don't know your ship taste well so I'm just hitting a couple other big HxH ships hrjfjkjkdlgdfk hope you don't mind

Oh, I don't mind at all, Percy! :)

Hisoillu is... I mean... they are kind of sort of engaged (?) so. Yeah, it makes sense. Also, I can think of no one else in the universe who should be subjected to close proximity with these two on a regular basis hdfhbsdhj. Congrats, you're perfect for each other, just never involve anyone else in what you've got going on ever. Truthfully, I'm kind of indifferent towards it as a ship. It makes sense to me, but it's not something I actively seek out in fanworks I suppose. It's just, yeah, Hisoka and Illumi are together. Happy for them lol. I guess it's mostly because I think murder is their love language and I just... can't see them being romantic with each other in a lot of the more typical ways that characterize many fanworks. Do they want to kill each other, or are they into each other? The answer is both - the murder is an intrinsic aspect of the "being into each other" hdjfbvhd. That said, I think they have a pretty healthy respect for each other, due to probably being evenly matched, I'd say. I think Hisoka genuinely finds Illumi good company, and Illumi readily has fairly casual conversations with Hisoka. Their dynamic is kind of fascinating actually, and I do honestly think they're kind of perfect for each other. Diversity win??? Loss??? I'm honestly not sure lmao

Leopika :') I love the potential for them. Sadly, they don't have all that many interactions in the canon manga, so I would ordinarily say it doesn't make a huge amount of sense, but then we have the 99 anime and the radio skits who seem determined to ship them so hfbgjdhj I have no clue. I'm weird about this ship because I tend to alternate between "yeah they're cute" and "oh god. oh god. them. AAARGGHHH" and experiencing emotional damage hahaha. I am like this with no other ship. It's very strange to me.

The one thing is that I'm extremely picky with Kurapika characterization, in any art or story. If Kurapika doesn't read right to me, I just can't suspend my disbelief. I'm really not big on the "mom and dad" characterization, though no shade to anyone who is.

Peak Leopika dynamic to me takes into account not just Leorio's concern and Kurapika's walls, but also their mutual stubbornness and Kurapika's hilarious tendency to annoy Leorio on purpose. To me, I've always felt that he likes Leorio because he's a guy who wears his heart on his sleeve and values individual lives so strongly, so he kind of checks that he hasn't changed that much when they see each other. I think it's kind of relieving for Kurapika, in a way, to know that Leorio will always be himself - "same old Leorio" kind of deal.

I also think Kurapika is just a little shit hjgbvsjdh

But no, I love that Leorio clearly eases up some of the pressure Kurapika feels, and seems to make him feel better about things- that's probably half the reason he keeps him at arms length. I think affectionate bickering is their love language. I also wish people noticed a little more that it's Kurapika who actually seriously initiated friendship between them, not Leorio. In most cases in the Hunter Exam, it was Kurapika approaching Leorio and showing a clear interest in sticking with him and helping him pass and achieve his dream. I think it's incredibly meaningful that one of the first people Kurapika meets and takes a liking to is this guy who wants to become a doctor - the doctor that Kurapika had left in the first place to go looking for. Anyways, I'm really looking forward to see what role Leorio will play in the current arc (just to have more Leorio, honestly, pls Togashi I miss him...), as I'm sure he will eventually find out about Emperor Time and OH BOY I'm sure that will go over well.

Erm. Sorry for rambling. I had a lot to say apparently...

[misc-obeyme]

I absolutely sit on my hair all the time 😭 sometimes I'll lean forward to grab something and then get yanked back by my own hair

Tying it back just keeps it from falling into my eyes and obstructing my vision, but the rest of the ponytail will totally fall over my shoulder and smack me in the face. Braiding it helps keep it more uhh, contained? It tangles less that way, because man it's WILD. I miss my friend/coworker at my old location because she used to untangle it for me at the top since I couldn't always tell

I also have a bad habit of running my fingers through it when I'm nervous. Like when I'm with a big group of people I'm not close to, I'll pull it over my shoulder and just start rapidly doing that 💀 Or place my hands behind me back and mess with the ends. It's only frantic when I'm nervous, otherwise I'm chilling trying to genuinely detangle it bc it's kinda soothing, even if it's tedious

That'd be nice if the characters picked up on that. Like a random demon approaches me and at first they wanna be like "she can handle herself, maybe i shouldn't intervene - oh shit she's doing the hair thing, MY TIME TO SHINE".

But I'd also totally do that if Lucifer was scolding me or grilling me for info 😭 IT'S SUCH AN OBVIOUS TELL NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT NOO I'M DOOMED

okay but one funny thing, I've accidentally smacked my brothers in the face when redoing my ponytail. I don't mean to either but it's hilarious. Rip to whoever is near me when that happens

As long as Solomon doesn't change my hair length permanently, we're golden. Glitter hair sounds sick, as long as it doesn't transfer

ALSO MATCHING HAIR WITH 13 AAA I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THAT, THAT'S SO CUTE 😭 FUCK IMAGINE TRADING SCRUNCHIES WITH HER, I DON'T WEAR THEM, BUT FOR HER I WOULD

I don't think I'll ever go back to short hair. Sometimes i get that intrusive thought about chopping it all off, but I like it too much now. Honestly, the silly reason I keep it so long is because it gives princess vibes/makes me feel like one. That's it, LOL.

I feel like Lucifer might chastise me after seeing everything I go through with it and then I meekly admit my reasoning to him and he just sighs. And then immediately sits me down to do my hair.

OKAY I NEED TO STOP RAMBLING AKWKFJ, I GOT A NEW BOOK TODAY, I'M RANK 120 AT THE TIME OF TYPING THIS, I'VE KEPT MY DRAWING STREAK, AND MY STORE OPENS FRIDAY SO PRAYING IT GOES WELL

- ✨ anon

If I may say so, I don't think your reason for keeping it long is silly at all! The only reason I've ever grown my hair out was for the way it made me feel pretty (minus the pandemic situation obvs lol). If keeping it long makes you feel like a princess, that's an excellent reason and you need nothing else. I think that's kinda the whole point of having your hair how you like it!

My reason for having short hair currently is definitely more related to my gender expression... i could get into it, but that's more info than is needed lol! But in the end, it still comes down to, I have it this way because I like the way it feels!

Anyway, I'm so sorry but your description of sitting on it made me laugh. And so did the part about accidentally smacking your brothers in the face with it.

I'm just imagining you doing the same to the brothers - some of them would be annoyed, but I think some of them would secretly like it. *cough* Mammon *cough* Like they'd say hey MC watch where you're flingin your hair! But in their mind their like yes please whack me with it again... sldfksdfjf I just find that so cute lol.

And OKAY I love the nervous tell though! I definitely think all the characters would pick up on it eventually, some faster than others perhaps. Like if Lucifer was scolding you and you started doing it, I think it'd make him feel bad. Like actually seeing you do that would make him realize he was stressing you out and he would probably just hug you instead. Lucifer is a big softie under all that strictness so I think that's how he would react.

I'm definitely imagining most of the brothers being like, oh the hair thing, time to step in! They would do that for sure!

I don't think any of Solomon's hair magic would be permanent lol and if you were like, do whatever you want but don't mess with the length, I think he'd do just as you asked~

Rank 120?? Like in the event??? I was like in the 250 range for a little bit until I got everything I wanted and stopped grinding as hard. I think I ended up like 2,000 something lol.

And yay drawing! I hope it's going well for you still!

[the-insomniac-emporium]

The Grieving Seasons WIP: character notes

oops rambling again. blame @zeleneagle (jk jk. I was going to have to talk about these fuckers at some point). Keep in mind that the since the seasons correspond with the stages of grief, each character's story is also meant to mirror that stage in some way/shape/form. The player's choices help determine whether or not the characters start to move towards the next step.

Also, names are not definitive. Couldn't find my original notes so I spent half an hour using BehindTheName's generator. Some characters still need more development than others, since 4 of them are new (those being Khnum, Timur, Romulus, and Zoe). In general I had more notes in the old folder for the Autumn + Winter seasons.

Under read-more for length.

(If you are not familiar with The Grieving Seasons, it's an old WIP of mine that I've recently revisited. Originally an entirely text-based CYOA, it's now potentially slated to be a visual novel, although I really, really don't have time to do this. And yet... here I am.)

Autumn/Denial Characters:

Aiman (F, She/Her, Transgender)

In a land where Winters are often short but brutal (if they come at all), Aiman's job as overseer of trade keeps her endlessly busy in the Fall months. She must ensure the stockpiles are filled, her people are prepared with heavy clothes and heated homes, and that they still have enough coins in their coffers to bounce back after the chill rescinds. It's been a particularly long Autumn, however, and she's beginning to wonder if Winter won't come this year. Others have felt the same way, growing careless, and now they've dipped into precious supplies right as signs of Winter's approach finally become clear. Can you help her prepare for the coming cold? Will you be the one to keep her warm?

General vibe/appearance notes: Frazzled, hard-working, caring to a fault with her heart on her sleeve. Glasses. Somewhat slim, lithe features, invokes the feeling of a cat that lives in a library (coincidentally has a pet cat).

Khnum (M, He/Him)

A High Priest for the God of Harvest, Khnum is accustomed to being very, very busy this time of year, ensuring the last of the crops are gathered and giving guidance to his followers. But there is one noticeable difference this year: His God is near-silent. Fear seeps into the corners of his mind as he tries to continue leading his flock without his master's guidance. Soon his attempts at staying calm begin to border on blasphemy, as he fervently denies his God's growing quiet. Can you help him keep his faith without betraying his own ideals? Will you be the answer to his prayers?

General vibe/appearance notes: WARM. SOFT. PRETTIEST MAN YOU'VE EVER SEEN. A smile that makes you feel like things will be okay again, contagious laughter, the deepest brown eyes that connect right to your soul. Earrings look like little sickles.

Winter/Anger Characters:

Katharina (F, She/Her)

Winter is not an easy time for any in this land, but for a Guard Captain such as Katharina, it is harder than any other time. She must stay on constant alert, defending her people from desperate bandits on the prowl. An old anger weighs heavy on her bones as well, the snow stirring memories, putting an edge to every action she takes. Years ago she could not save her son. Never again will she allow another to suffer than kind of loss, even if it means burning all other emotions away as fuel for her efforts. Can you quench her flames long enough to treat her wounds? Will you be the calm to match her storm?

General vibe/appearance notes: Bear. Big, strong, with rounded facial features. Built for surviving harsh Winters. Isn't hiding a soft side so much as she simply doesn't have much softness left. Under the anger and the coldness there is simply a middle-aged woman who is so, so, so fucking tired.

Timur (M, He/Him, Transgender)

As the chill of Winter sets in upon the land, many ongoing conflicts have been halted, involved parties knowing that they cannot stand tall through both the weather and war. But not everyone is keen on keeping to their agreements. Timur, a knight of near legendary renown, is enraged to discover that a neighboring kingdom has gone back on their promises of peace. He is eager to take the fight to them, to strike back against this grave insult. But even a small campaign would be incredibly draining on his people's remaining resources. To make matters worse, he is constantly at odds with his Guard Captain, Katharina. Can you guide his hand back to protecting his charges? Will you remind him what he fights to protect?

General vibes/appearance notes: Wears iron jewelry (his name means Iron). Shelter/livestock guardian dog vibes. Easily attached to his "charges", wants nothing more than to shelter those he cares about. Struggles with punishing himself too hard for his mistakes (and things he views as mistakes).

Spring/Bargaining Characters:

Malai (F, She/They, Non-binary)

Normally, Malai prides themselves on being level-headed, rational. A lover of logic, mathematics, and the usage of both in artistic endeavors. For years, they've worked alongside their brother (Romulus) to create massive floral arrangements to celebrate the transition of Spring to Summer. But this year they've been rocked by their brother's decision to move across the kingdom, and now they're throwing all logic to the wind in favor of trying to convince him to stay. Both their work and their personal life are crumbling as they scramble to accomplish an impossible task. Can you convince them to respect their brother's decision, so that they might enjoy the time they have left? Will your heart bloom in time with their own?

General vibes/appearance notes: Lots of flower motifs. The flowers in her sprites would change colors depending on what emotion the sprite is meant to match (yay symbolism. don't ask how it works). Short hair but elaborate accessories. Tends to mix and match clothing items to blend traditionally masculine/feminine things (i.e. button up + vest paired with a long skirt and work boots). Most colors come from the accessories, not the fabrics.

Romulus (M, He/Him)

Loud, boisterous, and dedicated to his craft, Romulus is the perfect icon for the vibrancy of Spring. Every year he works alongside his older sibling (Malai) to celebrate the coming Summer. But over the years their relationship has begun to strain, with Malai's artistic preferences quietly clashing with his own. Now Romulus wants nothing more than to take a few years off, traveling to other kingdoms, creating art solely for himself. Unfortunately, he didn't account for Malai's resistance. They're both stuck trying to convince the other, all the while losing precious time to finish what might be their last project together. Can you help him stay true to himself and his needs, without burning any bridges? Will you be his spark of inspiration?

General vibe/appearance notes: Long hair, pulled back with fancy pins. Otherwise does not accessorize much, but his clothes tend to have intricate designs/patterns. Little bit of golden retriever energy. Genuinely loves his family, but acknowledges his difficulties with communicating clearly (tends to think in abstracts and metaphors).

Summer/Depression Characters:

Zoe (F, She/Her)

Everyone wants a taste of the royal life. Everyone except the third-in-line to the throne, who couldn't care less about any of this, especially when she's destined to get married off to some fuckass Duke she's never liked (her words, not mine). Zoe admits things could be worse- her parents have given her the option of finding a suitable marriage candidate on her own, and given her free reign to reject their prospects up until a certain point. That point being her 25th birthday, in less than a year. By now she's given up on ever finding true love. Worse, she's starting to give up in general, spending more and more of her time locked away in her personal chambers. Can you prove yourself in the eyes of her parents, or at least convince them to give her more time? Will you save the Princess from her self-imposed imprisonment?

General vibe/appearance notes: Normally very witty, a sharp tongue used to keep people on their toes. Far more clever than most give her credit for (to the point where she'd make a fine ruler). Lately her wit has turned more wicked, trading humor for bouts of cruelty, though her instant regret often shows. Somewhat rounded features.

Consus (M, He/They, Non-binary)

Working the forge is tiring. Working the forge in the Summer heat is fucking exhausting. Consus is the town smith, responsible for everything from fixing wagons and making spades to forging blades and repairing armor for the guards. It is repetitive, it is dull. This is only their job because they were born into the family. Time takes its toll on them as they hope one of their younger siblings will rise to take their place, their work growing shoddy as they sink deeper into a depression. Can you help them find other reasons to keep going, and remind them of why life is worth living? Will you help them forge a new path for themselves?

General vibe/appearance notes: Little on the shorter side, but nice and broad. Quiet, reserved sort of fella, with a very expressive face. Bit shy at first. Somewhat hard of hearing.

The Enigma/Acceptance/THE CYCLE:

??? (They/Them/Not-God/Divinity)

you are being watched. you are being observed. you were a fish in the soul-pond, plucked out for study, a tiny thing in a big motion. can you answer their questions? can you question their answers? will you break the cycle?

General vibes/appearance notes: doesn't enjoy being perceived. loves solving puzzles.

[chaotic-orphan]

OMG sorry for not replying back to your response to my febuwhump ask for the past THREE days 😭 

“Febuwhump ask” = 90% rambling, 8% fiending for Heroic Betrayal Supervillain, 2% asking about febuwhump

Because literally when you replied to my Febuwhump question and I saw your response, I wasn’t in the best mood, so I was going to respond the next day and then I ended up binge-watching a show instead, and then before I knew it, it was Monday, and then school absolutely swamped me from the sidelines anddddd now I’m here: late. 

Anywayyyyyyy, this is your girly 💍 Again, sorry for responding late- Because I asked you something, and then you responded, and I didn’t reply back- 

Thoughhhhhh, thank you so so much for your reply to my ask! I really appreciate it, lol- 

Okay, this is what I typed out on Saturday, and was planning on continuing on Sunday (ahem, it is now Wednesday if you haven’t noticed 😅): 

To be honest I’m not in the best mood at the moment- but your reply helped brighten it up- so thank you for that.

It made me really really really happy to see you write such a lengthy response. Like, the thing with me is, I’ll get really riled up while I’m writing my lengthy asks to you and a few hours after I send it I’ll start feeling anxious and insecure thinking I might have overdone it?? And I, like, overthink it- (until you respond and then I’m like: I can finally breathe again!). I guess I just don't wanna come off as annoying- And I’m not just saying that to get, like, sympathy points, it’s honestly just how I feel loll- I have to remind myself that when you answer other people's asks you never seem to mind it and even match their vibe a lot of times. I just feel like I go too far at times, and I’m like: “I don’t wanna overstep, but I also don't know how to articulate what I want to say without writing to this excessive length-” It’s a problem for sure- Because sometimes I’ll send you an ask, and as I’m doing something, like, i sent you an ask in the morning a few days ago, and was doing the dishes, and as I was doing the dishes I came up with like 3 others things I could’ve included in the ask- I just feel like I have to get it all out, ya know? Idkkk, it makes me think I overdo it a lot lolll, and you must have the patience of a saint to put up with it, haha-

Like I said, I was in a sensitive mood when getting your response, so it really gave me my spark back when I read the hashtags first (for some reason I skipped to the bottom?) and saw you say sorry for the length of your reply and I was like: “Oh?” And kinda perked up a little bit and went to read from the top, and you really out did yourself. Because, listen LISTEN, regretfully, and I mean very REGRETFULLY, I almost like didn’t WANT to read your response?? Which is VERY uncharacteristic of me, but I kinda shut down when I’m in a sensitive mood, it’s like totally subconscious, so I was like: “I’m gonna see if the hashtags will tell me if this response is worth it” (I swear I never never never would think that way rationally, I swearrrrrrrrr I love your responses but it’s just those moods sometimes?? I swearrrrrrrrrrr, pleaseeee don’t take this to heart- I become very condescending when I’m sensitive- though I also wanna be honest with you so that’s why I’m confessing that to youu-).

BUT THEN, (YEAH wait just a moment!), it’s like my self-pride came crashing down when I read a few specific hashtags at the bottom of your response: “Sorry for the length of this reply” (Oh?? Is it lengthy-?) and “just the gender thing gets me every time” (I assumed that meant you were gonna talk about female whumpees lol- as I think I read the beginning of your Whumpuary no. 4 before scrolling down? And it talked about female whumpees for the first fav trope). Anyway, what really kinda hooked me was the “sorry for the length” which is just an automatic grab at my attention, cause like my brain was trying hard NOT to care, but a tiny part of it was intrigued also- And so I decided to read it.

And, as I was reading it, I actually calmed down and smiled a little by the end- So, like, if you take anything out of that little ramble of mine, just know you indirectly helped my mood- 

Unfortunately, I didn’t read your response with as much enthusiasm as before… the FIRST time. I wrote this part of the ask on Saturday, so I’m going to try again and reread your response tomorrow (Sunday), when I’m more upbeat- I just wanted to let you know you cheered me up a little- Since, listen, you already give me quality and quantity replies, but you like, REALLY outdid yourself this time- and I really appreciate it. Though, ofc, I always appreciate all your replies. Also, I’ll probably touch on this tomorrow, but of course I’m gonna read the indents/your rambles?????????? BECAUSE how much have I blabbered my mouth off to you this past week???? You’re completely, awesomely, fine????? (#rizz? #get it? #cause I called you fine? #sometimes I embarrass myself, like, is that possible? Self-embarrassing oneself? Because why do I inflict this humiliation on myself and others?) 

Actually! I’m offended 😤 (JK!!! 😅) I would never actively NOT read your beautiful writing, even if it is a ramble! Because, how come even your RAMBLES are beautifully written?? (#sometimes I’m too down bad for your writing)

(To be honest I started feeling motivated to answer you back, but I really think I should wait until tomorrow so I can keep you the best quality 👍)

OKAY, back to present time Wednesday, and right underneath here was supposed to be my response written on Sunday, but that didn’t quite happen- So, now the rest of this response is going to be written from Wednesday, and I’ll, like actually be responding to your response- Cause, I have more questions, if you can believe it. 

Okayyy, now, let’s get rocking and rolling this Wednesday afternoon. 

I just wanna say, I totally understand what you mean with female whumpees. Personally, I’ve always written female characters over male ones. Which is probably because I’m also, like, female myself, and resonate with female characters, and just idk how to write male characters lol- 

Sometimes, I wish female whumpees were boys sometimes though? Because listen, it feels like you can’t DO certain things with females that you can with males? Like, you can’t put your hands on a female's chest, but you can a males (even if it’s meant threateningly, not even sexually, like I don’t write sexual things, so it feels kinda limitative?? In a way?). Like it’d be more weird if a male villain shoved a female hero by her chest, then if that hero was a male, ya know? Or, I don’t feel TOO restricted with this, but sometimes it feels like males are written with more violence involved? Like they are naturally the bearers of violence and the ones who fight it, but I wanna write a female who can also be a bearer of violence and/or the one who is fighting violence too, ya know?? Idkkkk, but I get what you mean- 

Because I know I’m gonna be writing female whumpees, heroes, villains, and, honestly—female whumpers. It’s weird, because over the past two years I’ve transitioned to male whumpers to female whumpers. I think it’s a personal thing for me- But, it’s hard to go back to wanting to write males- like, romance has never been a big thing for me (as omg, there’s two things I can NOT write for the life of me, and that’s: poetry & romance– I just don’t know??? There’s a block in my head? I be like: “And they kissed. And then they pulled apart after a few seconds. And then they extracted each other from each other.” I just can’t 😭) Okay, so, I really do think I’m gonna be writing female whump- I know I should try with males though, because I still feel like they are more inherently roughed up than females, and it’s hard to go past that- for some reason, I don’t know why though?? Though, I DO love your male whumpers, your male whumpees, your female whumpees, your female whumpers, and OMG– I literally went FERAL when I read your Whumpuary 3 post- Omg Captain was 🔥🔥 hello?? my girly Captain slayed, because omg? Poor whumpee though 😞 Since, ya know, she’s, well, a she- And not a he- And is trapped on a male-dominant ship- Like, girly—run at this point. 

Also, I have NOT read the GONE series but guess who is adding it to their reading list 😃 —------------------------👉 ✨ me ✨

And I don’t care that you use the same five superpowers in every story, because you eat them up every time 👏👏👏👏 Because I feel like you always make them unique to their user. Like, Flynn, Karma, and Ambrose (I think I spelled that write??) all have, like, mind control as their power, but despite their powers being similar in their properties, they are still very different from one another? Flynn’s power seems more soothing/calming to me. And Karma commits horrendous acts against mankind with his, and while I’m not updated on IF, I remember Ambrose used his power, more so, to keep Kit inside the house and sorta compliant??? And he, like, messed with the poor boy's mind-? Overall, I just think you make each superpower so very creative, and so very crafted specifically with the user/villain in mind–?? Anyway, love all your villains with my whole heart and soul and being (FYI as I was writing this paragraph my space bar was throwing a tantrum and kept getting stuck every 5 words- so if this paragraph came out choppy it is because of my lack of patience with this broken key-)

(Don’t mind this: PLEASE publish a bookkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!)

I am totally, 100% interested in writing! And I definitely plan on writing this year! I’ve been on the biggest writer’s block ever for a whole year now- And it’s so so so hard for me to remain consistent- Seeing you write Whumpuary kinda inspires me to write though! But at the same time I’m definitely detail-oriented and I have to plan a whole layout before writing something, but I DO plan on participating in Febuwhump. Actually! I have participated in Whumpuary, and that was in January 2024. Let’s just say… I kinda called it quits after the first 2 days- I had day 1 and day 2 combined and had written a VERY (typical of me) lengthy excerpt, and had the next few days planned out to write, but I quit? I don’t remember the reason, I MUST have lost motivation? I deleted my account also- Whumpuary reblogged it though so it’s literally still on Whumpuary’s blog but with a “deactivated account” label. I remember I was really excited to participate too lol- I like had it in the queue to post at exactly 12 AM on January 1- It’s too bad I gave it up, for whatever reason- I have a horrible curse for a lack of motivation, but I’m trying to work around that this year, because it’s really, like, limiting me?? 

I love Karmaaaaaaa, he’s suchhhhhhh a good villain- And omg, I’m sorry to ask this- I know who Karma is and I know who Felix is, but who is Nathan?? I’m sorryyyyy, if I’ve literally read the drabble or series with this character I will face the corner, but, literally, idk who nathan is 😭 And I wanna know who this “proper psycho” is before my mind starts going through your whole Master Post trying to find out-

I could never criticize your work! Actually, I’ve noticed you’ve really improved over the year! Like, you’ve always been good at writing (like, since I’ve found your writing, cause everyone used to start with baby steps lol), but you write so flawlessly now- it’s unreal sometimes how good your writing is, because, like, where’s my book? (I’m being so serious rn). I just wanna say the “...when my ego gets to the size of Russia and China combined…” was really funny to me, because I literally have a map of the world set up in my room— The target audience of that joke was definitely met- 

I will be awaiting your “very angry family members” with my arms open wide if it means I can continue to praise your work and grow your ego into greater masses 🫡 I am forever at your service 🦅

Now, as you can see school is definitely going to be the number one enemy (jk I have no enemies 👼) when it comes to being as active in my fangirling for you- Buttttt, I will not let it dismay me- or you ig?? I do wanna do better this school semester since Math and Science have almost had me starting my villain arc multiple times- Though, I’ll definitely make sure to save some time to write for Febuwhump. And I think I’m actually going to try going for a series rather than individual drabbles for the whump event- I might do some prompts as a part of a series, and some as drabbles- I'm not sure yet, lol- It's still in the planning phase.

Also, I know this is late and doesn't apply anymore! BUT, in your response to my ask, you had said “...And good luck if you try writing, and IF NOT, good luck with school on Monday I’m guessing?” And I want to pretend it’s Sunday rn and say: "OMG yessssss, I have school on Monday 😓- And thank youuuuuu"

Okay, now to my questions:

Do you literally have any tips for writing superpowers? And learning how to write superpowers in general? 

Are you still in school? Because, I THINK this was you (if it wasn’t, just like let me rot in my cage in silence), but I thought I read something of yours and the comments were congratulating you on getting your degree? I think it might’ve been in the IF series comment section? I’m really not sure, like at all. I could be thinking of the wrong thing- Because I can't remember for the life of me if that was you or someone else- Though, if you DID get a degree, what was it in? If you didn't? I'm already in my cage.

Are you doing drabbles (like with Whumpuary) or a series for Febuwhump?

Also, I saw you were looking for song suggestions for your whump-stimuli (the music that gets you going in your whump feels)- and I wish I could help with that! Because, literally, my, like, “whumpiest” songs would be: “forwards beckon rebound” by Adrianne Lenker and “romantic homicide” by d4vd 😭😭 So I can’t really help you with giving you a fresher playlist lol- My playlist is NOT best suited for such endeavors at all- sorryyy

You know, I truly never understand how my “asks” (it’s more me yapping than asking 😅) get to such great lengths. Though, I’m gonna be forced to tone them down because of school lol- 

I'm not gonna lie, I've already noticed that I'm already losing my flow to writing again, and literally just because I'm being drained- Though, I really really plan on not letting that stop me pursue actually writing this year, and to be absolutely honest, I hope to write something that YOU would enjoy reading, so I hope I can get to that place, and improve-

-From your girly 💍

PS. I actually don’t think I have any PS’-? #I must be devolving #it must be the workings of my now school environment #the assassins to my creativity #the vacuum to my energy #the rope to my wrists

ACTUALLY I JUST READ WHUMPUARY NO. 7 AND I’M IN LOVE OMG OMG—

I swear to god I am going to get these asks printed out one day and start scrap booking them ahahahahaha!!! I love the length, and do NOT stress about getting back to me!!!!! This is NOT an obligatory task!!! I am happy you sent one ask at all in the first place!!! So seriously, do not stress about replying to this AT ALL!!! Nevermind quickly enough!!! You are not obligated or expected to do anything other than — I was going to say read this — but not even that!!! If YOU DO read this, and smile a little, then that is enough for me!

I will answer the questions first and put my rambles on the bottom of the message, so that you can read them at your leisure and get your questions answered without having to look for the answers!!!

QUESTIONS -

Tips for writing superpowers

Less is more when it comes to writing superpowers. You want it to be believable, and so - for example with heroes and villains, a hero wouldn't use their fire ability when they are a civilian or at home, so make it realistic like that, but when fighting a villain they go all out.

For tips on learning to write superpowers, I would recommend reading/watching superpower shows, movies, books, and writers on tumblr!!! So I watched a lot of anime when I was younger, and because of that I drew some things from anime into writing superpowers - for example, superpowers matching a person's personality

like Kit for example in IF, he has electricity/lightning abilities, and he was "a bright spark" in the Training academy that caught Mentor's attention Ambrose walks around like he's better than everyone else, like he knows what everyone's thinking, can get whatever he wants - because he literally does, so his arrogance is reflected in his power!

Then on technicalities of writing superpowers - Pinterest quick guides on fighting and action scenes help so much, so does tumblr tips on writing superpowers or action scenes so I would recommend looking at them

{I can write more advice I've learned if you want a more detailed reply to this question, just shoot me an ask and I'll happily do it.}

2. Am I in school?

No ahahahah, I am 25. You're right, I graduated college last year and I studied law for my undergrad XD

3. Drabbles or run on series for febuwhump?

I will be a drabble girly to the day I die. I think it's really cool when people do the same story for whump events, but I could never, I like the freedom of drabbles and not doing character work - because I have too many fucking series already and more in my head I cannot upload because they'll kill me - so it's nice to do nameless characters in whump events XD

BUT I'm glad you're doing a series for Febuwhump!!! I know you said you hadn't planned it out yet, but just have fun with it and I would love to read your writing if you want to tag me or whatever, and if not that is also fine ahahahahha... and don't feel embarrassed about not doing an anonymous ask or tagging me coldly in your writing, I'll read it, I don't mind if it's something you'd like but also NO PRESSURE IF YOU'RE LIKE EW NO hahahahah

RAMBLES BELOW

I try to match the vibe of the ask, especially Nonny’s, though I know who you are💍— because it is very cool that you took the time out of your day (A few of your days in this case), and left me an ask at all. (BTW I ALSO REPLY OVER MULTIPLE DAYS!!! So don’t worry at all!!)

On your stress in regards to replying/responding -

I’m glad I could shift your mood a little, but next time do not stress about anything regarding this!!! Or ELSE!!! And if you have more questions after sending an ask, just send another with the questions!! You don’t need to reply to everything I say in response if you:

1. Don’t have time 2. Don’t feel like it 3. You literally owe me nothing (just to reinforce this XD)

Also Nathan appears in the later stages of IF, hehe, (mini character spoiler) but yeah he’s in IF

On female Whumpees -

I completely understand your POV of writing female whumpees too, because I LOVE male whumpers, and also bare chests for carving and branding and bruising, it would be strange for a male whumper to do that to a female whumpee— if nothing else than just for narrative purposes— like the fact it would take you out of a story because MOST men wouldn’t do that to a woman

But at the same time I really just want to see a woman getting beaten up sometimes, which sounds so fucked up, but it is what I like in whump... even though I know that it's a trigger for some people, which I understand, it is just like - I guess, like a fucked up representation thing? Like yeah I love seeing male whumpees fucked up, but I want a female whumpee to be tortured just as much - like it is fictional, so who cares if it's realistic or not? Heheheh, sorry for the rant again

On self-embarrassment -

Also… I am a big fan of self embarrassment, no one can make you cringe like yourself😎 (which I think is what you need to write poetry and romance, a tolerance for cringe??? Idfk, I write whump, jah!!!!)

On my own delayed reply -

I am sorry for my own delayed reply, I am very slow at responding to asks, but because I am slow, don't take it as you over-stepped or anything! Don't doubt yourself when you send an ask, trust me, any writer loves to see them, as you would too, so don't doubt yourself!! Even if you don't get a response at all!!! The writer is probably just busy, but it probably made them smile reading it anyways, or getting that notification, as you'll know when you start writing

AND DON'T WORRY ABOUT NOT WANTING TO READ LENGTHY REPLIES!!! I understand that, that's why I tried to divide the reply into sections so you could digest it easier XD

To Writing—

On Consistency -

You don’t need to be consistent as a writer!!! You really don’t, especially if it’s just for fun!!! I am trying to commit to whumpuary and Febuwhump this year because i have never completed a calendar challenge ahahahahahaa (new year’s resolution) but I literally failed on the first? Second day? And then just caught up!

On Writer's block -

It happens to us all, and it sucks, but it is capitalism's fault, even creative outlets now need to be PRODUCED and if we don't do it, we feel like we are FAILING, not to mention imposter syndrome and perfectionism holding us back by saying either "That's not good enough" or "You're not good enough" and it is a battle with those in your head all the time, but if you enjoy writing at all, just do it anyways! Who cares if it's good? I am editing my series on this blog to move it to another, and holy fuck, I am reading them like "How did people enjoy this?" but they did??? And I was like "Wow I am proud of that chapter" when I wrote them at that time and I can see how much better I have gotten with writing and it's like a perception shift And of course, the more you write, the better you get at writing, the MORE - unfortunately - the perfectionist and writer's block voices get in your head, but you just need to ignore them and do it anyways, no matter your perceived standard of what is good and what isn't - like with writing on tumblr, we are comparing that writing to published books and authors who are 10, 20, 30 years older than us??? Of course their writing is more polished because they have editors and agents etc. So that is something to bear in mind too!!! I would recommend to look at a Stephen King Interview on writing because he is so like - he breaks it down so well, he says you should try to write X amount of words or pages a day, and it doesn't have to be good words or pages, just write, even if it won't be published whatever, it's like a craft and he masters it and I would recommend looking at his interviews, I do when I get sad and stuck on writer's block, and he says as well that no first draft is good AND WRITING ON TUMBLR YOU ARE ON YOUR OWN TIME!!!!! You can publish whenever you like, if you are more perfectionist, then don't publish until you are ready, if not (like me) just publish and edit later when you feel like it - like there are no rules!!! So for something like Febuwhump, set your goal as "I will do one day, I will complete one prompt" And if you do that on the first day? Bingo bongo, you did it! And then anything extra is extra!!!

On Motivation -

Look motivation is a cruel mistress, and you're still in school which requires a lot more brain power than what I use everyday, and if you have some favourite writers on tumblr, some of them will have their age in their bio and you'll most likely see their 18+ - like the ones I love are usually in their 20s, 18+ - because we're not in school anymore ahahahahah, I wrote a lot in notebooks in school, not online because school was hard enough, and very draining TLDR - if you lose motivation that's okay, just don't beat yourself up about the amount of writing you're able to do by comparing it to people who don't have school to stress them out 24/7 okay?

SCHOOL TAKES UP SO MUCH TIME AND EFFORT LET IT -

do not worry about replying to what I write, or fangirling or anything like that - trust me, focus on real life first you little cinnamon roll

DO NOT FEEL PRESSURE TO REPLY TO ANY OF THIS!!!!!

Thank you for the ask <3

I hope you have a good week and are not too tired yet, one more day to go until Friday and freedom :)

[lifmera]

Hello! I adore your writing! May I please have a match up for Hazbin Hotel, Chainsaw man and Sally face if it’s not too much trouble? I'm demisexual 27 year old plus sized woman. I’m 5"7 with fairly wide hips that dip to more narrow center and broad shoulders. My eyes are pale green bordering yellow with short almost shoulder length dark brown hair that is an orange blond from the top of my ears down. I have a septum piercing, two sets of ear piercings and glasses in sort of an aviator style that I forget to wear. I'm a little buff under all this fluff as I am a baker by trade. But I have been dealing with a shoulder injury has kinda left me feeling a bit fragile and frustrated. I've been told I'm fairly pretty but I just kinda don't see myself that by conventional standards. I'm not really self conscious about my body, I am just a large animal and people will just have to deal with that. I prefer to dress comfortably but if I can I enjoy wearing jumpsuits as well as black dresses.

I would describe my personality as caring but very direct. I Tend to prioritize others well being over my own. However, I am working on ensuring I take care of myself just as well. I tend to be reserved around other people but once I get comfortable I tend to ramble on my interests in short bursts, primarily around biology, cryptids, animation and practical effects. Honestly I enjoy being a bit aggressive with my friends- usually intimidation play or picking up people to help make them feel a little small. Admittedly when I feel comfortable around someone I prefer feeling small and protected if I’m not needed for comfort. I have many creative hobbies, primarily sketching, painting, sculpting, and crocheting. One of my favorite things to do is wildlife drawings. Though I find it difficult to hold on to my passions for prolonged periods of time, if someone I'm close to is passionate about something- I'm completely enthralled and try to be as supportive as possible. I love word play, often trying to force puns where they don't fit. I love horror and thriller movies and have a decent tolerance for gore but to be perfectly honest I have a hard time with handling prolonged scenes with people actively suffering.

This sounds a little silly but I imagine if I was a demon in hell I would probably resemble something of a chimera. I do apologize if this is a bit of a long submission! Thank you so much for your time!! 💚

I read sally face and started tweaking….

God i love sally face. AND THANK YOUUUUU.

.. I’ve decided to pair you with… ALASTOR, DENJI & LARRY JOHNSON!

Let’s be real. I think at first you’d remind him of his dear old mimzy. Before she died anyways, and obviously not dependent on him to fight your battles.

Alastor would find your rambling interesting, and he’d honestly probably learn something he hasn’t before? like “wow! Thats new.”

He’d want to learn more about your interests, also because he’s the radio demon, and doesn’t seem to really know much about the modern world- or care for it. But he IS based off a wendigo. So i’d think he’d find it interesting!

He LOVES when you paint, draw, crochet for hum! It reminds him or his own mother, and he’d probably become attached to you.

He’d also enjoy it if you did all of this, while he’s broadcasting too. He’s not able to always be there, but if he is, he’ll want to be with you.

Alastor would LOVE to watch horror movies, but if it makes you uncomfortable, or a scene does, he will pay no mind and skip it. Not like theres anything new he hasn’t seen.

If you were a chimera. He definitely would’ve been surprised at your look! Like- “oh ! Thats new.”

Ok … Denji time..

This man would NEVER JUDGE YOU. He can’t even bag someone.

Honestly i think he’d prefer someone chubbier, he’d LOVE to give hugs.

I think Denji would be a very physical touchy person, esp after what happened with… everyone. It’d help him protect you :)

When he found out about your shoulder injury? He was on your ass all day, every day. You don’t get away!

He loves that you take care of others, but this man is always hurt. He’d rather you be okay than he is!

He would love to listen to you ramble. Denji knows when to shut up, and i think he would enjoy listening!

Okay i know I’ve said this before but denji WILL make you draw pictures of you and him together- or he’ll draw them himself. Like stick figures holding hands!

If you crochet him something? Over the MOON. If its a piece of clothing he’s always wearing it. If its a plushie? He’s sleeping with it at night.

Denji would be indifferent to horror movies. I think he’d prefer comedy. He’s seen enough! :(

NOW LARRY 💛

I feel like i shouldn’t have to explain.

He’d LOVE YOU. You remind him of his friends :)

Your personality allows his to come out! He loves that you care for his friends, and his well being cause we know damn well he doesn’t.

Larry is a Listener instead of a talker. He’d love to listen to you ramble and ask questions while he’s painting! His favorite things at the same time!!

You draw with him, you paint, you crochet? Holy SHIT!!!! HE’D BE IN LOVE. Like! Okay !!! I LOVE YOU!!! 🧡🧡

I think he doesn’t mind any movie you guys watch. As long as it’s a mean of being able to cuddle with you on the couch and watch a movie.

He definitely finds your puns funny.

~~~

I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY!!!