#oh nnooooo

[cupcakeinat0r]

Damn y’all, @gltzpzy told me I gotta keep writing for DadBod!Miguel, daaaaayummm😔😔😔😔 Gotta do what she says tho, srry yall. Hope y’all don’t mind, completely understand if u unfollow tho.

[scare-ard--sleigh]

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[brambletakato]

GIRL HELP WE WERE PUT BACK IN THE OTHER ROLEPLAY WE WERE EXPECTING WHICH INCLUDES CAMPAIGN DES AND THEY DROPPED SO MUCH LORE ON US

girl help i was locked in to roleplay as a character in a campaign only to then be told i was gonna rp somebody else i havent touched in years

[viperrot]

⇁high school sweethearts | leon kennedy | pt. 2

resident evil 4 remake leon s. kennedy x fem!band-student!reader high school au

oboes are fuckin' expensive. much to you and your brother's dismay, the school is making you pay for the damages instead of your newfound enemy. oh, and his dad wants you to tutor his daughters!

pt. 1 pt.3

content contains: mild angst, enemies to lovers, mean leon, cliches, story is told in first person, reader is a bit shy and is an oboe and trumpet player!, leon and reader are in their juniour year, fictional town set around 1980!

not proofread i am sleepy

2252 words

song rec: "the mercy of the wind" by million eyes

still on the slower side, but alas.

"Ms. (L/n)? They're asking for you at the guidance office," Mr. Kay coughs during our water break. I look up at him, confused for a moment, but I realize it was most likely to talk about that awful interaction that happened before this period between Damien, Leon, and me.

"Oh... Oka-"

"Let me go with her, Mr. Kay," Sammy demands, setting her flute down in her case beneath her seat. Before the director can say anything, the ravenette drags me by the sleeve of my shirt out of the door. She's got this pout on her lips, and I know that she's still angry.

"I can't believe that fuckin' asshole just thought it was a good idea to drop your oboe like that!" She fumes. I swear I can steam come out of her ears as she grumbles profanities about the ace soccer player. "Y'know, you'd think that he knows how expensive those things can be since he has two sisters in band, but nnooooo, he just had to go on 'n do that to you, huh? I'll show him...!"

"Sammy, it's fi-" The five-foot-nine beauty stopped in her tracks, turning on her heel to face me and slam her palms onto my shoulder.

"Sugar, it's not fine," she sighs, seeing how shocked I looked. "That oboe is your baby. You can beat up your trumpet as much as you want, but that oboe is what's gettin' you into college," she reminds me. I look down at the toes of my converse, a bit embarrassed by how I was so easily putting off my emotions. I feel Sammy give my cheek a soft caress with her thumb.

"Don't lie to yourself and put Kennedy in a shinin' light. He did something awful to you, and that's a fact. Me 'n your brother are gunna make him pay hell," the girl assures me, and I nod at her words.

"Thank you, Sammy... I'm glad you love me enough to tell me I'm being an idiot," I chuckle dryly. She slaps my shoulder softly.

"That's what best friends are for, (Y/n)!" Sammy gives me a comforting smile, and we begin walking again. The journey is a bit long considering the band room is on the opposite end of the high school, but it was fun because of how Sammy described the most grotesque ways of torturing the new boy in town. Eventually, we made it to the guidance office, and inside was my counselor, my older brother, and the devil incarnate.

"Ah, there you are," my conselor, Ms. Penelope smiles. She nods at Samantha, and I figure she's okay with my friend being here. I sit down awkwardly between Leon and Damien, shrinking in my spot to take up as little space possible. My best friend sits next to Damien, furthest away from the ex-Greenvale resident. The silence is deafening, and I feel as if I could cut the tension with a knife.

"So..." Ms. Penelope clears her throat, resting her dainty hands atop her desk. "I think we all know why you three are in here," she motions towards the boys and me. Damien grunts, and Leon is dead silent. I decide to speak up.

"How will my oboe be repaired?" I question. I see Ms. Penelope's expression turn a bit somber. Through gritted teeth, she responds.

"Well, I had asked some other people before I called you in, and they said it would be best not to penalize Mr. Kenne-"

"What.," Damien and Sammy eyes narrowed as they spoke in unison. I hear Leon stifle a giggle, and my brother immediately stands up, about to pounce.

"Don't fucking laugh, you piece of shit!" He roars, fist tight at his sides. "That thing was hard-earned, dipshit!"

"Mr. (L/n), sit down, now!" Ms. Penelope gasps.

"Please," Leon scoffs. "Nothing from your family is hard-earned. As far as I know, you bribed your coach to be team captain. It's too bad that money's all wasted, Dami-poo~ I'm here now," the blonde smiles devilishly, and I see my brother is getting ready to rip his throat out.

"You little-!"

"Boys! Settle down, please! You are not making this situation any better," Ms. Penelope orders. Like a kicked puppy, Damien retreats back into his seat, crossing his arms beneath his chest like a child being scolded by his mother.

"Ugh, Ms. Penelope, this doesn't make any sense. That was an advanced-level instrument. If (Y/n) can't get it repaired or replaced soon, she won't have anything to play for our concert season," Samantha said, trying to reason. "Surely he can pitch in a little money. This is his fault, after all."

"I'm sorry... I have no control over this. If I had it my way, I'd have him pay in full, but it was a request from our principal. The best I could do was have a fundraising event approved for your band," the brunette woman explain, her frown worsening.

"Great. Can I leave now? My study hall is about to end, and I've got an English class to catch," Leon yawned out, the sleeve of his Greenvale High letterman straightening as he stretched. Ms. Penelope pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly irritated dealing with ignorant high schoolers.

"Yes, yes. Go 'head, Mr. Kennedy," she eagerly dismisses him. Immediately, he saunters out the door of her office, seemingly very happy with himself. The door shuts with a click, and it's just us four left. Tears begin to swell in the corner of my eyes.

"Erm... So, w-what's the fundraiser going to b-be?" I stutter out, not wanting to show weakness. The counselor hands me a slip of paper.

"I recommended a bake sale. It's simple, and I know our little town never says no to a sweet treat, especially with how nice the weather's been recently," she smiles gently at me, and I feel my heart squeeze. Samantha takes the pink sheet out of my hands and grins from ear to ear.

"Thanks, Ms. Penelope. I'll be telling our director about this. Is that all you needed from us?" Sammy asks, standing up from her spot. The brunette shakes her head as a no and has us leave her alone. Damien sighs when the door closes behind us, and I can tell he wants to blow up. I take his hand in mine, softly squeezing it.

"You okay, Dami?" I frown. He looks at me, clearly distraught.

"I guess..." he huffs. "I just wish he were dead," his eyes narrow, and I know he's thinking about Leon.

"Tch, you 'n me both," Sammy clicks her tongue.

"You gunna be okay, sis? I can get Ma to pick you up if you need," Damien asks me, worried. I think for a moment, and I nod as a yes. It's a Friday anyways, and there won't be any games until two weeks. Sammy leaves Damien and me on our own, deciding to get back to the band room to retrieve my belongings. My dear big brother takes me to the front off and requested the desk-lady to call our mom. After a bit, he left me with a chaste kiss on my forehead and told me to wait for Mom and Samantha.

I sat alone in the office, patiently waiting for my mom with my broken oboe in my lap.

"Hey, (Y/n)? Can you come down here for a second?" I hear Mom call from the bottom of the stairs. I slug myself out of the bed, not wanting to leave my room. My slippers drag against the floor as I slump down the stairs, wanting to get this over with and just sleep for the rest of the day. We don't have dinner until an hour or two, so I'm curious as to why Mom would call me down so early. When I make it down the stairs, I see Mom sitting in the living room with a familiar man, happily talking to him.

"She's had a bit of a rough day, so give her a moment," I hear her tell him. I walk in, still in my school clothing. My fingers fiddle with the fabric of my shirt as I sit down next to my mother, looking at the man confused.

It's Leon's dad...

"Honey, this is Mr. Kennedy. He wants to ask you a favour," Mom sets a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it softly. I swallow dryly, a tight feeling in my chest as I stare at the blonde man across me. His hair is slicked back, dressed in black dress pants, and a maroon button-up. His eyes are a gentle chocolate brown, a stark difference compared to his son's harsh and icy hues. Mr. Kennedy nods at me, smiling gently.

"Nice to meet you, (Y/n)," he grins at me. "I got a suggestion from my little ones' band directors about private lessons for trumpet. I was wondering if you were perhaps interested? I'm willing to pay you 20$ an hour if so," he asks me, crossing his legs. My eyes widen at his price.

"O-oh, uhm...!?" I bite my bottom lip, unsure of what to say. I shoot a look at my mom to my left, silently begging for guidance. She gives me only a reassuring smile, and I look back at Mr. Kennedy.

"Well?"

"Uhm... sure," I cough. "Is it alright if they're after school every Monday, Tuesday, and some Friday nights? I would like her to have some experience with our marching band as well, if you're both okay with it," I ask him. He thinks for a moment before nodding.

In the end, we agree with the schedule. Every Monday and Tuesday, his daughters will come over to practice with me. For Fridays, they'll only accompany during home football games to get some experience playing more advanced pep-tunes, but only if they want to. I tried to tell him that 20$ an hour was a bit much, but he insisted, claiming that his daughters can be rowdy. Eventually, he leaves, and I'm left alone with my mom in the kitchen to drink some tea. Slumping in my seat, I sigh annoyedly.

"Do you think he knows about my...?"

"Maybe," Mom murmurs as she washes dishes, sometimes looking at the stove to check on the boiling pasta. "But I'm assuming not," she hums, and I frown. I didn't have the heart to tell him his son is a heartless person, and it made me feel a bit worse than it should have. I leave the kitchen without another word, stumbling back into my room to cry a bit more...

It's sunny today.

"Oi, thumper, wake up," Damien raps at my bedroom door, opening it enough to poke his head in. I'm already up, sitting in my window nook while I look through some music I played in middle school to get ready for tutoring. I look up from the sheets, staring blankly at my brother.

"Ready?" I ask him. He looks surprised that I'm awake, but he nods.

"Mom's letting me take Pa's car today," my older brother smirks, dangling the silver keys in the air. I chuckle, knowing how much he loves Dad's little Impala. I get up from my spot in my plush nook, following Damien downstairs and out the door after we bid our parents goodbye. The two of us race to the car childishly, giggling all along as we throw ourselves into the noir Chevrolet. We settle into the cool leather seats, and I immediately pop on our cassette tape that’s stored in the center console. Immediately, Toto’s “Hold the Line” begins, and we begin to pull out of the driveway. As Damien hums along to the song, I look out of the window to my left.

Today, we’re going out to get a hand-me-down oboe from a local shop that is generous enough to give me one since I’m there so often. A little temporary deal until my personal one can be repaired or replaced. As we pull out of the drive way, I catch sight of the devil across the street.

He’s sitting on the porch, and I’m confused as to how I didn’t notice him before. In Leon’s lap is what looks like a guitar, and he’s got this ugly scowl on his face as he glares at us from his home.

“What an ugly bastard,” Damien white-knuckles the wheel, glaring at him through the rearview. I glance over to my brother, seeing his brows furrow as he stares down the blonde boy across the street.

A large part of me wanted to defend Leon’s beauty. I know I should hate him, but he’s just so… charming. From the rearview, I notice how his hair is a little damp, and I assume he had showered this morning. His shirt is simply white, and I can’t see the rest of his outfit from the way he sat behind his porch. My fingers clutch the at fabric of my sleeves, holding myself back from saying something about Leon’s looks. We drive past the Kennedy household, and I can’t help but stare through the window.

Leon’s gaze pierces through the glass, and I feel myself shrink into my seat, my heart drumming against my ribcage as we lock eyes. His lips are formed in a straight line as his icy glare follows the Impala I rode in, and I can’t bring myself to look away.

Is it wrong to want to talk to him, despite what he did to me?

uhh its still slow but yk i think thats what will make it good or not i honestly just type out my scrambled thoughts and hope it works!

pt.3 here!

some lovelies⇁ @vampiramaeve @kurawooooooo @umooooo74 @estre11afugaz

[jnpje]

ok you're totally right, jnpje is So much better. i'd been mentally pronouncing the jnple like jinpull bc i thought it was funny and when i saw the new handle i thought "oh did she somehow get her old username back?"

hahaha NNOOOOO NOT JINPULL is this a game to you?????!?!!!??!? XD actually i started reading it that way too so i knew it couldn't stay. I'm glad to hear the new approximation fooled you for just a moment!!

[metatronscocaine]

okay so my evidence and reasoning is further justified by the fact that it is four thirty in the morning currently and ive been awake for over thirty hours consecutively: Dean [middle name??? idk what it is] Winchester is A TR A NS B RO. ONE. Idk if we see his chest early season pre-hell but i dont think we do soo uhh bahoobies?? top surgery scars??? and forgive me and my shitt ass rememberey but cas basically healed all scars when he GRIPPED HIM TIGHT AND RAISED HIM FROM PERDITION which means mans coulld have seamless no tits or evidence of ever having knockers alsoooooo nubmer B. if ma dude had a dudebro man soul and the bee man had to reconstruct that mf then what if dawg bob the buildered him with a cis dudes body, so post hell abosutley no supsicions

AnD neXT- This fuckin dude [deano] whyyy whyymacfuckin whyy must this so ofa bitch wear so many fuckin layers and yeah i get that its for the aesthetic and i get that its cool and its the style but my fuckin god man thats too many too big jacket layers damnnit

and dawg whos voice is just naturally that fuckin like that mans has definitely been conciously deepining it since ever

and alastair with that whOle "daDDyS LITtLe gIRL" line like motherfucker

anda sub of number B but if cas sees the dudebro man soul and reconstructs him amab like w a dick an everythin even tho before like he was "supposed" to b afab thats even more heaven rebellion if u ask me man did i mention the "u got anything that is real" "my boobs" like man oh man oh boy

and the fact that even tho mans was the firstborn logically if he was amab he woulda been named after grandpa so they can hold the feminine nameskae in the case they had a girl next buut nnooooo

i m tired and cyring and probably slightly tipsy and i know theres more reasons but iev been typing this for so long the sunns coming up noww

[beastmaster-dr-corr]

"You could say that, yes.. Hmmm.."

He thought for a moment, tapping one of his claws on his chin.

"Ohohoho.. I have an idea. You like fun, yes? I can show you how fun my experiments are. Would you like to see?"

do yiu like chheeese :D

"I haven't had much food for a long, long time, so I can't answer that question. But I must say, you seem very.. interesting."

[missamyrisa2]

I'd love to tickle your beautiful body, but I'd probably get all flustered and be tickled by you~ 💕

Mmmhmm ~ mmmhmm I knowww I knoww you'll tryyy you'll try because I am so very ticklish and ooohh so silly to leave my tickle sparklezones exposed like thissss but oooh I am just ever so afraid your tickles will be unable to get to meeeee ~ ahh yesss you're all blushy already ~ now how are you gonna take me down with tickles when you can't even get those tickle fingers up? Shall I show youuuu? Shall we begin hmmmm? Yesss I think a good demonstration will set you straight my cutie pieeee ~ my adorable wiggledolllll~ you see, when you have a ticklish cutie thinking they can tickle, you have to grab the ankles like soooo ~ and yesss they'll wiggle and struggle, ahhh! Just like you are! Seee you wigggle and fight it out but no no nnooooo~ I've gotcha and I'm not letting go because these socks are miiiine now and we're gonna see how ticklish these soles are yes we areeee mmhmmmm~ and a ticklish cutie will pound their fists like that yes they well but ooh no the tickles aren't stoppping no they aren'ttttt you could have tickled meeee my tummy was right there but ooh you're not! You're not tickling me darling, what happened? I thought you were a tickler and here you are laughing and squirming with my nails under your toes like this~ what happened huh? Something went wrong? Something didn't go according to plan? Is it because your legs are ticklish? Mmmm? Riiiight here? On your kneeess? When I squeeezie squeezie? Yesss you are ticklish here. And you didn't tickle me noooo~ you didn't even try my snickerdoodle ~ that means you get allll the tickless mmhmm ~ yesss I'm so sorry sweet one but I'm mean and I'm gonna tickle you to bitssss oh yes I ammm let's seee nowww I'll bet dollars to feathers that's a tickle tummyyy mmhmm I know one when I seeee one and my tummy is a tickle tummy tooo so we're gonna ticky ticky tooooo!! Yesss laugh it uppp it's just tickling, just tickledrops come down on your bouncy belly from my fingers. That's what we do with ticklish cutiesss mmhmm we get you all squirmy silly from feetsie tickles then we get those biiiiig raspberriesss! mmmmuahhhh bzzzzppppp! Yess those are my liiiips sooo softt mmhmmm you like that? You're giggling an awful lottt you must love ittt huhhh? I thought you wanted to tickle meeee ~ I thought youuu wanted to tiiickle meeee~ Guess we gotta get these ribbiess huhhh yepppp ~ now most people like to count the ribs of a ticklish cutie but not meeee I just wanna give each one a kissyyy kisss and a wiggly tickle and ooh you can just shout out whatever numbers you like ~ 8 is a good one yesss, that's a ticklish number. Why? I dunnooooo ~ just looks like it tickles, all those cute currvesssss ~ anywayyyy lets thumb rub those pitties shall we? Yesss thumb rubbssss and ooh yesss getting up here meeans I get to bellyyy kiss youuuuu ~ nooo not with my lipsss but I'm gonna make sureeee my tummy brushes yoursss and you can just feeel the ticklishnes that you can't gettt and eeee yesss it makes me giggle a little toooo daring ~ imagine how many of those giggles you'd get outta me but oooh such a shame ~ you were doing sooo well but here you are melted and wigglyyyy and I'm gonna snuggle you to tickled wiggled bitsssss yes I amm mhmm ~<33

[the-peddito-and-doise-show]

DEATH CANT TAKE MY POOKIES NNOOOOO

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> A new batch of 🅱️oise clones were being made, as the previous clones who had been their predecessors ran over the place; running both the cold and lifeless lab and 🅱️TV itself—and one particular clone who looked like he was clearly shook up came barging in. "—Eh? What’s the matter, 🅱️oise Clone #125?" "(…How does he know to differentiate his own clones? They are practically identical to each other!)" "I’ve got 🅱️ad news, and even 🅱️adder news, the original 🅱️oise! The 🅱️ad news is that the crossed crosses that were set to drive away the spirits inhabiting this place 🅱️EFOREHAND has 🅱️een taken down!" "Oh, that is 🅱️ad news." "—Who could’ve done THIS?!" "Well, that’s where the even 🅱️adder news comes in. Do ya remember that ‘D’ (who shall not be named) guy?" "Yeah, with the tacky blue jumpsuit and the poorly made pink cape?" "—🅱️ingo. He might’ve, uhhh… uhmmm… escaped just a tiny lil’ bit from his prison cell. And with his friends too."

"ESCAPED?!"

>> The original 🅱️oise (+ his newly produced batch of clones) and Pizzamancer all said in union. "Unfortunately, 🅱️ingo—AGAIN. What can we do, the original 🅱️oise?" "Well, obviously we gotta stop them from retaking 🅱️ack their own TV station—🅱️ecause it’s MINE now, duh—and attack with FULL force at hand!"

>>> Now, the original 🅱️oise turned to his fellow band of 🅱️oises.

"FIND THAT DASTARDLY ‘D’ GUY—AND HIS MINIONS TOO! 🅱️TV WILL STAND AS LONG AS WE MAKE IT STAND!"

"🅱️oag!" The 🅱️oises said in response, jumping to action as they rode on their skateboards (and one chicken too) on the hunt.

[gojuo]

larys needs to go to work and get eggon a wig oh my god my kingie cant be bald for the remainder of the series like this NNOOOOO

[skele-bunny]

Ello!! Loved your Cumulus hc, definitely keeping them for nefarious purposes (Cumulus content i hold dear) Hope ya having a good day/night so far! :D and thank you for taking my requests hehe. A small hc that came to me just recently is that i feel Phantom might have real soft fur but he does not take care of it properly and at some point Special drags his ass off to get properly taken care off, maybe even the doves get involved seeing Special fumbling with the new summon like he's a rowdy cat but with wings that keep flapping against Special's face. Fluff ensues ✨

-🎃

Gonna try and include the Ghoulettes in more "Thinking About" posts for you, pumpkin!! 💪💪 I'm doing good! I've had a good day today :3

Also oh my gawd yesssss!!!! Maybe it's like a trail down his neck the goes right in-between his wings, so not only does he not take care of it but more difficult to reach it. Refuses for anyone else to touch it!! It's sensitive!!! But Special can't stand looking at the matted mess while doing back shots. He's helped with Cowbell's fur TOO much!

So when Phantom is called in for a doctor's appointment, and it's just Special holding up a bucket full of shampoos and a comb, Phantom goes to run until Gaia is blocking the door. Phil is literally wrangling this little bat to the best of his abilities.

"I'M GONNA STRAP YOU DOWN STOP MOVING- DID YOU JUST BITE ME?!"

Special trying to hold tom down only to get a face full of wing-slaps, spitting as the little "teeth" keep swiping on his lip—moving back just enough Phantom runs again

Thenn here comes Sarra, putting Phantom in air jail and letting him squirm all their energy out. "Nnooooo..."

"Yessss." Sarra tutting him and carefully laying him on their stomach. "You need to take care of yourself, little void. Allow others to help you in your time of need."

Phantom is whining the entire time as he feels Special spraying down his fur and wings, then scrubbing so many soaps, shampoos, and conditioners in. It's a good amount of fluff, Phil sitting on Phantom's legs while brushing out each knot and cutting the matted parts that can't be saved. Eventually, Phantom starts calming down and loves the feeling, purring under their breath and slowly being pulled to sleep.

By time he wakes up, he's in a ghoul pile with the Doves, Special, and Bell. His wings doing little stretches and accidentally hitting Bell that wakes him up. Phantom just staring at this fluff ball with a skeleton head, but they can't help himself and runs his hand on Bell's fur and it's a "woahhh" moment xufgvihib Cowbell just giving a jaw clap and laying back down, his own hand going to Phantom's back to touch his own now soft fur.

Needless to say, he starts letting them take care of his fur (refuses to learn it himself bc he loves being pampered)

[avephelis]

NOT THE DEFLATED DOME

watching the chocolate guy masterchef finale bestie got the BACKWARDS DIP

[indecisive-dizzy]

Hiii pookie

I’m currently hyperfixating on Jjk so I don’t have a lot of ideas for Welcome Home lmao

I’m scrounging up the few ideas I have rn just so I can round them up before I forget them 😭

That one au I made with Holly and Wallace helping Eddie with his mailman job while he has depression is perpetually stuck in my head I love them

Daisey pops up in the au and they are a HATER

Legit, they’re only there to keep Eddie on a positive streak because he’s their bestie

Eddie needs glasses but he doesn’t wear them cause he keeps dropping and breaking them. He’s just blind walking around the neighborhood

He’s memorized every part of the post office so he’s fine walking around in there blind

Daisey is pretty much the same in this au but they aren’t big fans of the other neighbors besides maybe Julie and Frank. Everyone else can suck it /j

FlowerShop doesn’t happen in this au me thinks

Daisey cares too much for Eddie and too little for Howdy for them to work out in this au

Holly and Wallace cuss a lot. Everyone just looks at them as if they’ve never heard cussing before, Eddie laughs since he finds it amusing

Eddie cusses a little too, everyone gasps

Me thinking Daisey and Eddie having a sleepover and Daisey tells Eddie that they love him :)

He replies, I love you too Frank,” and completely destroys the mood :(

Matching sibling outfits are a NEED

They get matching pajamas for a sleepover and Holly refuses to admit she likes them

Holly hates on Eddie a lot less in this au I think, she just pities him more than hates him

Wallace feels the same as he usually does about Eddie, they get along okay

My brain is consumed by Suguru Geto right now, I love my depressed little guy

I don't what that is but Good For You! /genuine

Depressed Eddie hc ouagh I eat that shit Up. It should be stuck in your head gah what a concept

Daisey the Hater era heck yeah! We love to see them only care about One person and slowly grow to like his (cough- only) two friends!

They walk backwards into the post office, glaring at Howdy. Only reason they don't flip him off is bc Eddie will get upset if he sees. He's too sweet.

I feel most of Eddie's swears are those nonsense countrisms no one understands. So when he drops a nice clean Fuck! everyone is shocked.

NNOOOOO Don't Do That To Me!! Oh There Are So Many Reasons He Could Have Said That. Ok well I got 2 but Still.

1. His issue with names got him mixed up and landed him on the Worst option. He genuinely meant to say Daisey (platonic or not up to you bestie) (He sometimes signs letters with other people's names iirc. my poor boy isn't great in the name department)

2. Eddie Was Sleepy And Was Not Paying Attention. Boy's halfway to Dreamland and was thinking about the puppet of his dreams. (sorry Daisey sobs 😭)

Both options still kill the mood and that is now a very awkward sleepover. I'm ruined, you've ruined me /j /pos

Oh good some wholesome food. Matching PJs are literally the cutest thing every. Holly for the love of beans admit you like the pjs lol

I feel like pitying Eddie is almost worse? But I don't think Eddie would notice it right away so eeeh. I see Eddie as someone who really doesn't like being pitied tbh

[patchiko]

imagine jason having a childhood friend or something that he’s head over heels for but its to the point its mutual pining since they were teenagers but have this whole “oh they couldn’t like me, look at them i’m not good enough for them” and how for AK jason joker probably tried to make it seem like his friend turned on him and shit and WAILS

i like to cause my own oc that i made pain by making it right before AK jason “died”, she was closing in on a lead to find him since i also made her a vigilante. like imagine how PAINFUL that’d be on both sides.

Jason, who thinks you abandoned him. Jason who thinks you gave up on him and accepted he was gone, never giving looking for him a chance because Joker said so. Because Joker brainwashed him into believing it. Meanwhile you’ve been beating yourself up over not finding him in time, blaming yourself for his death. Imagine how that reunion would go. IMAGINEEE.

sorry i had to come yap about my oc and jason’s storyline cus it makes me internally weep

NO CAUSE READINF THIS I VERBALLY LET OUT A LITTLE “nnooooo😭😭.” BHT IN LIKE A GOOD WAY.

LIKE PLOT IS SO YUMMY LIKE- REALLY FUCKIN YUMMY BUTTTT WHHYYYYYYYYYYYY *i fall on my knees and pubch the floor*

if you have ever wrote or plan to about this pls tag me 🫡🫡

[actualbird]

saw these new tot emotes in the cn server and

he evokes so much evil in me i wnna give him more things to carry to and fro like luke sorry another thing came in can you get it w ur big strong strength oh nooo baby is sweating panting oh noo srry luke heres another thing to carry ohhh nnooo here have water oh no it spilled aha oh nnn ur so tired u worked so hard why dont u lie back lemme cool u down ohh nnoooo the ice pack spilled too ur so damp now guess u have to change ohh nnooooo sorry while u were in the middle of changing another thing to carry just came in oh nnnno can u just carry it shirtless

idk how mc stops herself from this

[unovan-gardener]

[When entering the kitchen after waking up, there are two large gifts. The first is a recipie book, along with some quality noise cancelling headphones with a little detachable croched sprout on the top, and other croched devil horns. In the other is a cake with real pressed flowers on it, along with flowers made out of icing. There is a card with several doodles of cd in party hats in varying styles and a note.]

"Happy birthday.

Work was hard yesterday and I'm wrecked. Want to go for a walk in the park to celebrate once I'm up? No pressure

Astro made those croche things and got the flowers for the cake.

-Avery

Hi CD!! Sorry it's been awhile since we've talked- I've missed you, happy 20th!! Hope your day is filled with joyus whimsy and sunlight <33

-Space kid :-) "

[CD enters the kitchen slowly and groggily. They didn't sleep well last night. Well- granted they don't sleep well most nights, but last night was especially bad.

They miss the presents completely at first, moving instinctively to start getting things together for pancakes. It's only when Trowel makes a soft "Rowr?" at him and tugs on the hem of his shirt to gain his attention.

"Prrrrp?"

The floragato tugs his trainer over to the kitchen table, where two gifts are already laid out. It takes them a second to process.

"Oh- Oh. Oh nnooooo.....!"

His voice is soft, careful not to be too loud and disturb Avery, who was definitely asleep at this time in the morning.

"That's so niceee..."

CD frowned, already beginning to feel tears prick at his eyes as he lifted the recipe book and flipped through it. It was new, nice. One he didn't already have, and one he hadn't seen before. "Galarian Recipes from the Crown Tundra" was the title. From the Crown Tundra...like his mom.

Well. Shit. Fuck. It was too late he was crying now. Damnit that has to be a record...

He shifted his attention over to the noise-cancelling headphones, immediately charmed by the little sprout attached to it. CD pawed at it idly. Cute... They put the headphones on, pleased at how everything immediately got quieter. With the leafeon traits, everything got louder and it hurt but- this was perfect. This fixed it. They kept them on.

And the cake...it was so pretty! CD almost didn't even want to touch it, let alone eat it! They pulled their phone out to take what was probably too many pictures of the cake, from various angles. He set his favorite one as the lockscreen of his phone.

Then the card... Signed by Astro too? Oh... His friends were so nice... Idly they put a reminder in their phone to set up a time to hang out with Astro later, maybe next week? It had been a while, and they missed star so much...

He perked up. Oo the park! The park would be nice. The weather report said that today would be sunny but not too hot and it would be perfect. The park...

Now CD just had to wait patiently until Avery woke up again.]