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[mab1905]

RIP Francis Crawdon Roria Mozier, you woulda loved Noah Kahan

[slasherscream]

the absolute INSANITY of the pushing your s/o away thing with the crazy ass boy gang… it’s like triggering a dog’s prey drive but for serial killers w abandonment issues

CRAZY ASS BOYS GANG + PUSHING THEIR HAND AWAY/REJECTING AFFECTION

❥ who gets pissed the fuck off ❥

Billy Loomis - Is irritated off rip. Billy plays it cool but he needs physical affection from you. He’s casual about it so he flies under the radar, but this is a stage five clinger. He’s always doing something small. Touching your fingers. A hand on your back. Neck. Sitting behind you instead of putting you directly in his lap. It’s little stuff. Hovering. Smack his hand away one of these times and his jaw clenches right away. “What the hell is your problem?” Please snuggle up to him and don’t start world war 3. It’s not worth the joke. 

Kevin Khatchadourian - Quick question, why do this to yourself? Kevin does not need, nor does he particularly enjoy, physical contact. Period. He is gracious enough to give you physical contact because he knows you’re built different (pathetic). For you to then turn around and spit in the face of him being kind enough to meet your needs? …. Quite crazy of you. The look he gives you is pure confusion because he’s honest to God baffled. What do you want to accomplish here? Go ahead and start begging now, because he’s not touching you for a long while. 

Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves - Swings wildly between damn near dodging any physical affection you attempt to give him to hanging off you like a squid on a ship. No in-between. For you to have the audacity to reject him when he’s feeling clingy? How dare you. He doesn’t have to beg anyone for attention! Did you forget who you’re dating? Doesn’t even care if you did it with obvious playfulness. He’s sensitive. He’s tender. He’s a bitch. He goes to get up and leave entirely and you have to grab him and beg him to cuddle so this doesn’t become a week long cold war. Happy ego stroking! 

Stu Macher - What you’re not about to do is ruin his mood. Baby, he’s about to ruin yours. How about that? If you push his hands off you once he enjoys a little playful bitchiness. Playing hard to get. He likes to chase, it’s cool. Twice? Okay…. We’re irritating him. Three times? He’s gonna grab your hand, stop smiling, and stare at you. When he places his hand back where it belongs, on your thigh, don’t act up again. He could make your whole week go to shit. Don’t start wars you won’t win. He’s the king of playing stupid games and winning stupid prizes. 

Nathan Prescott - Has to bluster and get visibly pissed off because he is rejection sensitive to a degree that is astounding, frankly. Let you see him upset after he tried to be affectionate and you said no? Hah! Not fucking likely. Being physically affectionate in the first place doesn’t come easy to him. Quality time is more his speed. Even worse if it wasn’t a sexual advance he was making. He tried to wrap an arm around you and you shrug him off? You’ll be lucky to get a hello out of him for the next week. Good luck soldier.

David Mccall - Outwardly, he pretends to be despondent and sheepish when you bat his hand away. He’s using sadness as a shield. If he’s sad then you might feel bad and give in. He’ll use any tool in his arsenal to get his way. One of his greatest skills is speaking in a soft voice, just shy of how you’d speak to a toddler, and telling you: “I didn’t mean to upset you, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” This is all to hide the fact that you rejecting him in any way, shape, or form makes him so angry he can barely think. You might be able to catch the rage hidden behind the veil. If you’re quick enough. David puts on a convincing show, but his gentle smile is twitching at the edges.

❥ who gets sad and mopey ❥

Jordan Li - Oh you pushed them away? No, that’s cool, it’s totally fine. You can want space. Everyone’s entitled to their own space bubble. Of course. Are you having a bad day? Are you mad at them? Did they do something wrong? Did they piss you off? These are the types of questions Jordan is going to “casually” ask for the next ten minutes while they sit really close to you. They’re not touching you! They always sit with their legs spread so wide. Their arm isn’t around you, it’s on the back of the couch. You’re nitpicking here, babe. They’re staring at you with their big brown eyes. No, they didn’t get any closer while you weren’t looking. 

Josh Washington - Why would you do this to him? Don’t push his hand off you unless you mean it or you’re being obviously playful about it. If you pretend to be mad at him while you do it, no matter how unconvincing of an actor you are, he will believe you. Sensitive king. He also won’t go to touch you again until you initiate the contact. Physical touch is reassuring and comforting to him but even he (category five clinger) gets touch aversion at times. As observant as he is, he knows some people are uncomfortable asserting their boundaries, so they’ll try to soften the blow of saying no by being “playful”. He cannot take the risk! You could mean it but don’t want to hurt his feelings. Josh interprets many playful no’s as real ones. Better safe than sorry.

❥ secret third worse thing ❥

Sebastian Valmont - Doesn’t take it for anything more than what it is. If you’re being playful he recognizes it. If you’re seriously not wanting to be touched at any given moment he understands that as well. However, in the case of being playful, you’ve started a war you can’t win. Because, as much as Sebastian enjoys chasing you…  Sebastian also likes to be chased. Ten minutes from now you’ll go to give Sebastian’s cheek a kiss and he’s going to dodge you. Hard. To such an extent it’s bordering on insult. He’ll be wearing a cat that got the canary grin all the while. 

Jason Dean/JD - Doesn’t take you seriously even if you are dead serious. I’m sorry, you’ve discovered his worst character trait by far. Most boundaries are a joke to him. He always wants to touch you. He loves you! He craves you like a drug. You should feel the same for him, in equal measure and desperation. So why wouldn’t you want him touching you? Holding you close. He’s so gentle with you (usually). His arms should feel like home. No matter how long a day you’ve had. No matter how overwhelmed you might be with sound, sight, touch. In JD’s eyes you’re one soul in two bodies. He always wants you near. He knows you want the same. You’re just a little dramatic sometimes.

[moonknightsonata]

Acts of Service

pairing: moon system x reader, marc x reader centered

summary: You learn Steven and Jake’s love languages quickly, Marc’s takes a little longer to realize but it doesn’t surprise you.

cw: not many, a brief non-explicit mention of sex, Marc getting anxious about your relationship

wc: 1199

a/n: Happy new year! This is not beta read, my first time writing for the moon boys and also my first time posting and sharing a fic in probably like 5+ years. Please let me know if I’ve missed any warnings, and let me know what you think! I tried keeping the reader as inclusive as I could, but please let me know if I slipped up with anything.

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When you first started seeing the system, they all showed affection in similar ways. Holding hands, chaste kisses, flowers at the start of dates and walking you home at the end of them. They each had their own ways of going about it, but at the start all 3 of them were stereotypical in their affection.

Now, months later, you could easily tell each of the boy’s love languages.

Steven fluttered between quality time and words of affirmation. He was a romantic at heart, so in reality, he would do anything you asked of him, really. But you could tell he was happiest just being near you, telling you how much he loved you, and hearing the words in return.

Date night with Steven would be art galleries, museum tours, site seeing, or just walking around the markets hand in hand. Cafe’s and bookshops for rainy days, which there were plenty of in London, filled weekends with him where you could just sit in each other’s company and read besides one another.

Jake was the master of physical touch. You think it’s because he didn’t have as much time fronting as the other two, and his only physical touch with humans up until the three started getting along was when he took over the body in emergencies like in Cairo. When Jake was fronting, his hands were always on you.

Jake always had his arm on you when in public. Around your shoulder, or on your waist, he didn’t have a preference as long as he had you in his arm in some way. You liked to compare him to a livestock dog. Not like sheepdogs who herded them, but like a pyrenees that would fight a wolf off a lamb.

He was also the most handsy in the bedroom.

Marc took the longest to pinpoint his love language. Mostly due to the fact that he was the last to open up to a relationship with you.

You had met Steven first, dated Steven first, and then met Jake and Marc along the way. The relationship with Jake blossomed easily, but Marc still had walls he had built standing steady, that he wasn’t ready to break down yet. For a while even, you weren’t sure he liked you. After anxieties about it were aired out, Marc reassured you he did like you, he was “just shit at showing it” as he had put it. He hadn’t wanted to get close, mess things up with you and risk everything Steven and Jake had with you. That was the turning point for you and Marc’s relationship.

You thought it was behind you, until you noticed Marc’s odd behavior one day.

“Marc, baby, are you alright?” You asked him, leaning against the kitchen counter as he washed dishes.

“Hm?” He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, nodding as he kept his attention mostly on the pan he was scrubbing. “Yea, fine, why’d you ask?”

“Because you’ve been scrubbing that pan for about 10 minutes now. I think it’s clean.” You smiled softly, as his brow scrunched when he realized.

“Fine… yeah. I just… you know I love you?” He finished his sentence more like a question.

“Of course I know. I love you too.” You moved closer to him, putting a hand on his cheek to look him in the eyes. “What brought this about?”

“I don’t… I don’t say it enough. When we met you weren’t even sure I liked you, and now I don’t even say I love you as often as Jake or Steven do. So I just…” Marc lets out a frustrated sigh, running a hand to his hair, pushing his curls out of his face as he steps away from you. You give him his space, you know when he needs it. To work out emotions without feeling suffocated or closed in.

“Just thought maybe you weren’t sure again.”

Marc avoids looking directly at your face as you look at his. You understand him, more than you probably know, which scares Marc. Not in a bad way, but scares him in a way he can’t believe there was someone out there who could.

Which is why what you say shouldn’t surprise him, but it does anyway.

“You don’t have to say it in the same way Steven or Jake do for me to know.” You start softly. “You have a different way of showing it, than they do.”

Marc’s eyebrows furrow, even more than the wrinkled brow he usually has.

He can only describe the look on your face that you give him as adoring, as you continue.

“The days that you front, you’re always up before me. Whether you’re an early riser or you never really fell asleep that night - you know exactly how to make my coffee in the morning and I always wake up to a cup made the way I like sitting on the counter waiting for me.

“I also know that it isn’t Jake who had my car’s oil changed, or the tires rotated a couple weeks ago.”

Marc shrugs at that one, mumbles something that you think is “That’s not a big deal.”

As you tell him all this, you can’t believe it took you this long to realize that Marc’s love language was acts of service. Because of course it was. Marc, the giver. Marc, who always felt he needed to prove his worth and make up for sins of his past, by any means necessary. Your Marc, who did so much for you without expecting a ‘thank you’ because that was how he showed he cared.

You kept going with more examples.

“Last week I forgot my umbrella and my lunch in the apartment and you came all the way to my job to drop them off for me.” You wrap your arms around Marc’s waist at this, resting your head against him in a hug.

“Or, when it’s cold, you always turn my heated blanket on the bed while I’m doing my night time routine, so that the bed is nice and warm by the time I climb in. And when -“ You could keep going, listing the things you notice Marc does for you, but he stops you with flushed cheeks.

“Okay, okay, I get it. I do a lot for you.” He chuckles, rolling his eyes playfully as he wraps his arms around you to return the hug. “I like taking care of you.”

“You take care of me because you love me.”

Marc nods, kissing your forehead. “Yeah, I do. I’m just sorry I don’t say it more.”

“I don’t need you to. It’s nice to hear, but I still know it. You show me every day.” You smile, leaning in to give him a kiss, which Marc gratefully returns.

“And I’ll continue to show you every day, until you get tired of me.”

“I’d never get tired of you, baby. You, Jake and Steven are all stuck with me.”

Marc laughs. “Stuck with you? Making it sound like that’s a bad thing. Honey, I think you’re the one ‘stuck’ with the three of us.”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[shapelytimber]

I want those emeralds for my birthday

I need you all to stop everything and go watch Danger : Diabolik (1968), this movie is an absolute gem and I am now obsessed (also it's up on youtube in high quality and in english just sayinnggg)

[COMMISSIONS]

Process and yapping below vvv

Saw all 3 modern movies.... First one I have mixed feelings, second one was shit and third one was kinda good weirdly enough ??? But more importantly these movie's budgets are so sus ? The first one costed 11 millions (which is already astronomical for what it is- for comparison Titane 2021 was made with 7.4 millions ?), then lost 8 millions... And they still decided to go forth with two more ????? Second one was 7.7 millions and lost 6.4 millions.... And they *still* made a third one ????? That doesn't look cheaper (Couldn't find exact numbers here) ??? Fascinating wish I could know more about what tf is going on ??? Is it tax write off ? Money laundering ? Very weird business decisions ?

Anyway !

I'm currently desperately searching for the comics, preferably in french- I unfortunately don't speak Italian....yet. Because between Diabolik and Dylan Dog I will one day snap and just begin learning-

I am not above going to Italy to try and hunt some ndkddk the fact I've lived nearly all my life less than an hour of train away from Italy and went just *once*, in Vintimille, for like 5hours in 2022 fkfkkf Monaco ? Oh I went plenty this "country" is ridiculous, but Italy like 2 stops further ? Nope- don't really know why it's not like it's an expensive train and in any case it's always so crowded controllers can't get in so it's easy to cheat and travel for free (tips n tricks in case you ever need to take the Nice-Vintimille TER train ;3)

[lichenes]

Nasty Dog

This one is for @kennedyabraxas123 :D They requested: "idk if u did this maybe like a cute little human doing cute things w a big scary monster and they know that they could kill tjem super easily but they still love them and everything despite the strength/size difference" and ofc I couldn't refuse<3 Nothing like good ol' size difference istg. The monster of choice is a werewolf. If we're going classic, we're going classic. I love running errands with people so I decided this would be a great prompt lol?? IDK I can re-write this if you want kennedy cuz this ain't my best work :3! HOPEFULLY there aren't that many incosistencies dude cuz-

CW: SIZE DIFFERENCE!!!, established relationship, vulnerabilty???, (petnames: little one, lovely), brief mentions of werewolf sex, other than that SFW

wc: 763

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Walking hand in hand with him you couldn’t stop thinking about how lucky you were. Your eyes drifted to him as he scratched his chin. The beautiful fur he was sporting was radiating a pleasant, warm smell and the sun was hitting his form just right to make you fall in love all over again. For a moment you forgot where you were going.

The shop was a short distance away from your house and given the nice weather you decided to take the walk. The streets were bustling with people despite the sun almost setting. The produce you had to buy were too heavy for you to carry all by yourself so you decided to employ your boyfriend, who in addition to being freakishly strong also valued quality time spent together. 

He was usually a quiet person, never showing any strong emotions aside from occasional anger when something wasn’t going his way. Today wasn’t any different. His stoic face had his usual expression on, impassive and even, uninterested. You were talking to him as he nodded along humming occasionally to show his engagement. 

Despite his demeanour, he was enjoying his time with you. You were picking through the apples you planned to take home with you, looking for the perfect ones. You didn’t realise how menacing he looked, looming over your much shorter form. You, of course, understood people being scared of your boyfriend. He was almost 8’2” which made anyone pocket-sized to him. 

You walked along the dairy aisle while he was pushing the shopping cart along. “We should get the regular milk this time.” You said putting the carton into the cart. “You always drink oat though?” He spoke up, questioning you. “You need your protein to maintain your muscles, you know.” He nodded, a small chuckle escaping his lips. “I’m not losing them any time soon, little one.” You walked to the next aisle. He continued. “After all, who will help you with your groceries if I become thin and frail?” He put his hand on the small of his back and leaned forward to simulate the hypothetical situation. You rolled your eyes playfully. Something ignited within you. A joke? From him? That was… unusual

You continued your shopping trip with a sweet treat for both of you that he paid for in the end. For a beast that had to chain himself up during the full moon he was a gentleman. 

Once during a full moon he broke out of the chains and scared the ever-loving shit out of you when he burst into your shared bedroom in his fully transformed form with a foaming snout and eyes so predatory you felt like a bunny being chased through the woods, only at his mercy. He didn’t have bloodlust on his mind this time though and after a moment of standing in the threshold he lunged towards you and ravaged you that night like a man starved. 

The next day he, of course, apologised for his behaviour and massaged all the areas that were sore. You mentioned once or twice that you’d love for him to break the chain once more but he categorically denied you access to him when the full moon was in the sky. He was so, so scared of breaking you because he knew how delicate human bodies were, not used to knots and all the other parts of being with a werewolf. 

Your mind came back from reminiscing and focused on the type of flour you had to purchase for your baking endeavours. “Why are you so distracted lovely?” He lowered his face to your ear as he didn’t want anyone to hear you. He knew exactly what had you so preoccupied. Your face got hotter for a moment but you regained your composure. “Cookies are best made with coarse-grained flour right?” You smiled innocently. 

The cashier looked horrified with the amount of items on the conveyor belt. You send them an apologetic look and began bagging your items. Just before you finished your boyfriend pulled out his card and pressed it onto the reader. You insisted on paying him back for at least half of your shared groceries but he refused to listen to you.

“Not only are you stubborn but also extremely helpful.” You said with faux exasperation as he took all of the bags into his hands. “Oh no! Whatever will I do now that you’ve upset me so badly?” You beamed. He warmed up to you enough to make jokes, a rarity for him.

“I might have a few ideas…”

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[thyfleshc0nsumed]

If you're ok answering, id love to know where you get your materials/ where you learned your skills? I've bought some leather scraps to practice on, got some of what I'll assume are garbage quality kits for things like rivets ( they always seem to come out wrong, IDK if it's me or just bad quality tools) anyway thanks for your time, your stuff is incredible!

Hi! I get most of my leather and hardware from an Amish company in Pennsylvania. The few things they don't carry, I source through Tandy, Weaver, and Amazon.

For hardware, I'd generally avoid Amazon and avoid kits/packages of multiple sizes of stuff. Generally, ime a rivet is a rivet, except for if that rivet is made of aluminum, in which case the rivet is worthless. Nickel plated steel, solid brass, and brass plated steel are all solid and all extremely cheap.

If the issue is skewing, that means you're using too long of a post, the post should ideally stick up just barely through the material. There are situations where using too long of a post is pretty much unavoidable--connecting two 10oz pieces for example--because no one makes 9mm cap/8mm post rivets, they only make 7mm post and 9mm posts as far as I've seen. In that situation, skewing can be avoided by a press and proper alignment of the rivet so it is only experiencing downward force.

Re my skills, I'm almost entirely "self taught." I got into leather cuz I sucked at sewing. I've been working with leather for just under 2 years now, and my experience is that there a lot of stuff that no one could teach me besides myself, though that might have to do with the ways that I learn. I need to make my own mistakes till I figure out how to make new ones.

Working with leather is more like cooking than baking. The ingredients you're going in with are gonna be a bit different every time, and every time you gotta give consideration to that and adjust as you work. With baking, I mean 1 cup granulated sugar is 1 cup granulated sugar, it's not gonna change. And like that's the biggest thing that can't be taught by anything besides experience ime, adapting to the qualities of any given individual piece of leather, learning how to treat it and get it to do what you want it to do.

In a lot of ways, I'm still very much a novice, so take it all with a grain of salt. My best advice is start learning by doing. You'll make something that's frankly dog shit and you're gonna be so proud of it, as you should be, and then you're gonna make something else and it's gonna be less dog shit, and then you're gonna make something else, and it's gonna be less dog shit, and then you're gonna make a fourth thing and it's gonna be more dog shit than the first one, and then a fifth thing, less dog shit than #3, and so on and so on, and like eventually, you start making shit that's like actually not half bad, and then that eventually becomes your average quality, and then you start having half a clue of what you're doing.

Sorry this was so rambly!

[rorichuu]

OMG HELLO!!! i see that u do tf2 and i’d love to request smth hehehehheheALSO ur account is so pretty what ?!?!

but i hope you’re well dude! can i request some relationship headcanons with some (or all!!) of the mercs pls? or any basic headcanons !!

take your time btw:)

the tf2 mercs in a relationship + headcanons

pairing: mercs x reader (gender not specified)

authors note: MY FIRST REQUEST WAAAHH also oml thank you, you’re so sweet :( some headcanons coming your way! ... also i apologize if they're ooc, this is my first time writing for them:'(

disclaimer: minor spoilers for the comic in heavy's!

Scout:

i’ll be honest, when scout found out Miss Pauling was a lesbian he was pretty beat up for a while

that was until he realized other people exist!

he literally follows u around like a puppy dog when he realizes he has a crush on you

ALWAYS TRYNA RIZZ YOU UP LIKE SCOUT PLEASE WE'RE ABOUT TO GET BLOWN UP BY THE ENEMY SOLDIER

his love language is definitely physical touch and words of affirmation

and is ungodly touch starved

i can see him trying to find ways to touch you, and not in a sexual way... just either grazing your arm when he talks to you, or he stays shoulder-to-shoulder with you when you sit next to each other

he finds it very very comforting

and if you tell this man he looks very handsome or just occasional i love you's, he'll fold ong

his heart melts and he just wants to hold you till he can't anymore

but i think Miss Pauling and Scout would be pretty good buds after the whole "Scout constantly flirting with Miss Pauling" thing died down

and his confession was pretty cringey ngl

his crush on you was very evident so when he tries to ask you out, you say yes

(skipping down the halls with joy)

bisexual icon

Soldier:

oh man

this dude's flirting is... so hard to detect😭

but a lot of his attention is on you!

and makes a lot of exceptions for you

for someone who doesn't like loud noises and is very sensitive to outside stimuli, if you're like me and he notices it, he'll definitely find a way to be more quiet

like if you and the rest of the mercs are lined up and notices you're cowering or anxious asf, he's goes soft and let's you go

if you thank him or say you appreciate him for his efforts, his face is SO RED.

but he salutes you and said he was happy to do for a fellow compatriot

(his hearts beating so fast help him pls)

BUT if you're just as loud and upbeat as him/share his energy, he's in heaven

he loves that you like to blow shit up with him?!?! like omg this is my lover and i will marry them on this battlefield right now.

love languages is totally acts of service

like if you save this man from the enemy he's blushing so fucking hard like omg i love you

with his confession, it was straight forward and to the point (but he was beet red ... basically my hc on him is that he blushes very easily fhjrebjh)

also gender doesn't matter to him, he loves who he loves

Pyro:

HUBBA BUBBA

i love pyro sm :3

anyway

best lover!!!

gifts and quality time!!!

alwwaaaaaaays giving you gifts like omg all the time

your reaction is her FAVORITE

like they'll find a flower burnt to a crisp or a homemade corpse bracelet and he'll have the brightest aura

LOVES MAKING CRAFTS WITH YOU OMG!

jumping up and down if you give her something

like she's the happiest person in the world

bonus if you share a love for fire

campfires/bonfire dates!!

and you're probably the only one who understands him (alongside Engi, of course) so your conversations are endless!

and is suchhh a sweet tooth

such a soft and loving partner!

when pyro confesses (and you accept) he's leaping with joy quite literally

BIG HUG :)))

asexual royalty!!!

Demoman:

holy moly

VERY DRAMATIC WHEN HES DRUNK AND VERY CLINGY

which is a lot of the time cause yknow, very much alcoholic

but when he's sober he's pretty level headed NFJHBJ (comics for reference)

idk man he gives off best friend kinda lover

like he's always so hype and the best to be around

so when he found out he had a crush on you, he was pretty much head over heels

when he's drunk he's always holding you

hugs, kisses, hand holding, slumping on you

NAPS!

omg the best to nap with ong

BRO IS A FUCKING HEATER he's always so gd HOT

so if you're taking a nap with him don't get a blanket he's legit sprawled all over you

but it's kind of a different story when he's sober (he gives you your space but def rolls around in his sleep)

oh boy his confession was definitely when he was on his 100th drink

his confession was SO SLURRED

if you said yes he's over the moon

Heavy:

honestly, this man is a huge softy

and VERY protective.

have you seen him in the comics? he was 100% ready to kill a man over Medic's death (and just his natural protectiveness, like his family for example)

but dude his love language is for sure acts of service and physical touch

when he realized he had a crush on you, he always kinda stuck by you on the battlefield

even with the high of combat, his eye always finds youuu😭

i love heavy sm

and its quite obvious this man doesn't speak much, unless in his native tongue (which isn't often)

so even if he doesn't say anything, he'll for sure stand by you or take your hand

if you have anxiety, this man is SUCH a comfort

also you'd def be the one to confess

if you asked him out or asked to if you could be his partner, he is kinda shocked but is very very happy :)

lets you hold Sasha

no label, love is love

Engineer:

AUGRRHHRR SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY

i'm so deeply in love with this man omg someone sedate me

but anyway

is SO polite and is SO PATIENT

he absolutely adores it when you visit him when he's working

it gets lonely sometimes because he focuses best when the others aren't around (aside from pyro) ... but when he realized how much he loved your presence, he expected almost every day for you to visit him at least once

(gets bummed when you don't)

but if you have a genuine curiosity for what he does and what it means, he tells you ALL about it!!!

he understands it can be very confusing if you haven't studied engineering/computer science, etc... so he is more than happy to explain it to you :)

BARBEQUES!!

loves cooking for you and would sooo wear a "kiss the cook" or something cheesy like that (he finds it funny and hopes to get a smoochy)

quality time quality time quality time

and pet names

omg pet names

"love", "darlin'", "sweetheart", "buttercup"

HIS CONFESSION OMG

i can kinda see engi being a bit cheesy honestly

his confession would be pretty casual! he wasn't too stressed about asking you... and would probably slip the question in mid-convo !

rfhbrtgbj much love for this man

pansexual!

Medic:

I'll be honest here

his love is lowkey highkey possessive

but i think it'd either take a while for him to realize his feelings for you or would become attached VERY QUICKLY

there's zero in between

with his deep love and possession, he finds such deep fascination with your anatomy/body

not even sexually bro

he just thinks you're so incredible and puts u under a microscope

PHYSICAL TOUCH

this man hasn't felt the touch a person in years (aside from the mercs' checkups obviously)

and übercharge, if it was a love language

worships u ONG

loves to see you with such confidence when he activates the übercharge omfg

he thinks you're the most attractive thing he ever laid eyes on

confession? nah yall kinda just started dating; yall kinda just started happening

let me explain😭if someone was tryna ask you out, medic would be pretty quick to step in

uses his height to his advantage to let the person know what's up 😨

bisexual with a def male lean

Sniper:

at first you would definitely think sniper hates you

he wouldn't purposely avoid you, but he like spends zero personal time with you at first

he's always in his van and istg u wanna drag him out and force him to tolerate you

(and he'd probably find that very attractive if you did)

but if he found out he has feelings for you? oh boy oh boy

acts of service 🔛🔝

if you were in close combat with someone and you tripped, the enemy having the upper hand... you'd hear a sudden gunshot in the enemy's skull and a loud thud.

but before you could look up, he was nowhere to be found (you knew it was him and you were very appreciative)

if you brought it up to him OH MY GOD his face would be soooo red soso red

"Don't worry about it, mate..." HIDES UNDER HAT HIDES UNDER HAT HIDES UNDER HAT

the most bisexual man i have ever seen

Spy:

too suave for his own good dude

his love is very old-fashioned!

when spy finds his massive crush on you, is when he realizes the comfort of your presence

if you can have comfortable silence with spy is when he is totally connected/in love with you

smoking out the window/evening night conversations!

also when i tell you this man gets so flustered if you one-up him...

he'll wave it off and play it mad casual but on the inside he's malfunctioning

would definitely take you to the best, high-class restaurants and walks you home omg

HAND KISSES FOREHEAD KISSES

loves to spoil you holy shit

always buying you stuff (jewelry, clothes, shoes, personal things you like... he bought it already)

which btw love language is definitely gifting and quality time

def bisexual like cmon

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rorichuu!

[cabotwife]

Omg can you do a modern Johanna mason x reader. One where they are older not in college I don’t really see Johanna going to college she probably went into a trade. But I think she also give off grumpy cottage core lesbian tolerating her wife’s cats and shit but I also get the vibe she would want an protection dog like a Belgian malinois and trains it to bark at men 😘

I love your work and I am so Impressed and happy at how your able to “publish” all your stories quickly but it doesn’t lose quality and is still very well written😍😍😘🥰

thank you for requesting! i'm so glad you love my work:) that makes me extremely happy to hear <3

Domestic Bliss

Johanna Mason x Fem!Reader

warnings: domestic Johanna (so slightly ooc), Johanna gets violently attacked or smth, she despises her wife's newest kitten, not proofread

word count: 1183

a/n: my first attempt at writting domestic fluff, i hope you like it ! (i wrote this at 3 am.)

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you groan groggily as you are brought out of your peaceful sleep by the all too familiar sound of dog barking. “Romo..” you whine out, swatting your hand out as if that’d stop the loud dog.

“c’mon bud, listen to your mama.” as soon as you hear the raspy voice of your wife you kiss the possibility of sleep goodbye.

you push yourself up from where you lay on the couch, Atlas, your cat, somehow managed to sleep through all of Roman’s barking, but the moment you move he’s already in the next room. you stare at the tall brunette as she peels her jacket off of herself, hanging it on the coat rack.

“Jo.” you breathe, watching her with sleepy eyes.

when she turns to face you, you are graced with her beautiful grin. “hey, princess,” she hums, making her way over to you after kicking her boots off.

“what time is it?” you whisper, rubbing your eyes as you swing your legs off the edge of the couch. a yawn takes over you for a moment before you look up to Johanna with doe-like eyes.

your wife can’t help but chuckle at you, “time for you to get to bed, silly girl.. why’re you still up?” she squats down so you two are eye-level.

“was waiting for you..” you pout at her, looping your arms around her neck as you sloppily push your weight on her.

“woah-” Johanna places her hand on your elbow as she has to re-steady herself. “tryna make me fall?” she raises a teasing eyebrow.

you simply shake your head as you push yourself more towards the brunette, leaning your head against the crook of her neck. you feel the chuckle vibrate through her throat as she holds the back of your head. you peel your eyes open when you feel something touching your thigh, you giggle when you see Roman’s head resting on your thigh.

“come on, baby, time for bed.” she says gently, looping her forearms under your thighs as she stands, her muscles flexing as she picks you up.

you whine softly, but don’t protest as she carries you to your shared bedroom. you peer over her shoulder at the sound of the pattering of paws following behind you. you smile as your wife’s dog, who very humorously loves you more but do not mention that to her, follows close behind you two. the 1 year old Belgian Malinois puppy is always near you, he gets anxious and temperamental when you’re not here.

you refuse to loosen your grip on Johanna, even when she’s attempting to lay you in your bed. “baby.” she huffs at the pitiful noise you let out when she peels you off of her, plopping you into the bed. you furrow your eyebrows at her as she begins walking towards your shared closet. she simply shrugs, “i tried to be gentle,” she hums.

you bury your face in your pillow as you wait for your wife to join you in bed. you smile to yourself as you hear the light being switched off and then feel her toss herself onto her side of the bed. turning your head against the pillow, you look over to her. she’s now dressed in a white ribbed wife-pleaser and a pair of cotton shorts, that are probably yours.

she looks over to you, meeting your eyes. she rolls her eyes as she opens her arms for you.

you grin widely as you practically roll yourself into her arms. your legs immediately tangle as she takes you into her arms. you bury your face in her shoulder, your breath fanning against the neckline of her tank-top.

Johanna smiles down at you, pressing a kiss to your hair, “goodnight, princess, i love you.” she whispers.

“i love you too, ‘anna.” you mumble against the skin of her shoulder.

you both fall into a comfortable silence before dozing off into sleep.

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by the time Johanna wakes up the next morning, you’re already up and out of bed. the brunette scrunches her eyebrows at your absence before sliding out of the bed.

she makes her way towards the kitchen, but not before tripping over the little white and orange demon that is bouncing from wall to wall in the hallway.

“jesus, Casper.” she groans, sweeping him away from her using her foot. much to her dismay though, Casper attacks again. he lunges at her ankle, causing her to stumble. she practically growls at the cat as she picks him up, as soon as her hands are on him he starts squirming, kicking his feet, and gnawing on her knuckles.

she tosses the cat onto the nearby chair, glaring at him as she finally walks into the kitchen.

her sour mood is immediately erased when she sees you working at the stove, your cook book propped up near you. Roman is curled up at your feet, just waiting to be tripped over. she scowls at the dog, her dog, though he doesn’t seem to know that, or he just simply doesn’t care. she can’t blame him though, you’ve always had a way with animals, they all just love you, almost as much as she does.

she walks up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her chin on your shoulder, “hey, baby.” she mumbles, turning her head slightly to press a kiss to your neck.

“g’morning, honey.” you grin cheerfully, turning your head to face her, placing a tender kiss to her lips. “how’d you sleep?” you ask as you turn back to the stove where you were working on making an omelet.

she hums, “good, good.. Atlas was laying in the bed with me when i woke up.” a smile takes over her lips.

“see! i told you, you just have to be patient with them, Jo,” you giggle, flipping your omelet over in the pan.

“mhmm..” she presses gentle kisses to your neck, and you tilt your head automatically to give her more access.

you turn the burner off on the stove, moving your breakfast to a plate, “do you have work today?” you ask as you turn in your wife’s arms, laying your own arms over her shoulders, playing with the short hairs on her neck.

she grins as she shakes her head, “nope, i’m yours all weekend, princess.” she winks.

“oh joy,” you say teasingly as you pat her hip, moving out of her grasp to grab the plate of omelet. you turn to face her again, pushing the plate towards her, “go sit down ‘n eat.”

the brunette furrows her eyebrows at you, “what about you?”

“mine is already made, silly,” i say, motioning towards the living room coffee table where my plate sits, an omelet resting atop of it, and a cat sitting there also. tearing off a piece of the egg. “hey! KJ, no!” you holler, running towards the living room to shoo the gray cat from your food.

you spin back around on your heels to face your wife, scratching your neck as you gaze at her. “whoops.”

[merriclo]

I want to know your LU headcanons!

ohHO i will absolutely tell you tysm for asking!! i’ve been wanting to talk abt them for ages but just never got around to it ig ahjdkcka

Time’s actually like 32 and is just really committed to the bit of being ancient

Sky is horrific at making new friends. he grew up with the same small group of people, so he never learned how to make friends with complete strangers because there simply wasn’t the need to. so, when he first starts traveling with the chain, he makes little wooden charms for them because he isn’t entirely sure how else to get close with them. Zelda always enjoyed his woodcarvings, so maybe they will too??

as a result, the entire chain has little trinkets made by Sky. on Legend’s bag there’s charms hanging off the straps, and Twilight wears his as necklaces (both because it looks cool as fuck and it helps the shadow crystal stand out less). yes Wind has specifically commissioned him to make something for Aryll

yeah yeah bunny Legend but consider: the mermaid suit (which I like to think is more of a curse bc get fished pink man <3) giving him some marine animal qualities as well. no matter what tho that bitch is an Ariel kinnie, they’re collecting all the shiny shit they can find

Sky is obsessed with doing puzzles the Right and Proper way, meanwhile Wild cheeses absolutely everything he can

Wind believes in all of those classic pirate superstitions

the witches in Legend’s era adore him. Grandma Syrup dotes on him, Maple is like a teasing older sister, and Irene is like a teasing younger sister. this is where he learned most of his magic skills from, and he takes all potentially enchanted or cursed items to them to check out. he’ll never admit it, but Legend finds lots of comfort in all of them, as they’re one of the few people who’ve stayed in his life this long.

Wild’s a pretty good medic!! during his adventure, he very quickly realized how dangerous infection is, so they learned about a lot of home remedies and medicinal herbs, as well as how to tend to a wound from other travelers at stables and inns. he didn’t really get a choice in learning, considering how he probably got stung or bit by painful insects or accidentally brushed up against painful plants a lot during the early days of their adventure, and thus showed up to stables covered in rashes and hives and such, causing every decent person in the area to flock to them and try to help. their Hyrule is very sweet, okay?

they’re not the only one who’s well acquainted with medicinal herbs, though! while I think all of them would have a basic understanding, Time, Hyrule, Warriors, and Wind would know a lot. dw i’m elaborating

Time quite literally grew up in the forest, was raised by a tree, and had actual forest spirits for siblings—he knows his plants. he and Saria would peel willow bark and collect dandelions together

I like to think that Hyrule being half-fae makes him very sensitive to all magic-based auras, including that of plants, so they’re very good at picking out the healing herbs, even if they’re not quite sure what they’re called

listen ok hear me out about Warriors. young Time was appalled that he knew jackshit about nature and forcefully taught him. also, before modern medicine, medicinal plants were used all the fucking time on the battle field. yarrow, an herb that stops bleeding and prevents infection, is called soldiers’ woundwort because of this. i mention this because he was probably concerned about the health and safety of his troops, so he learned what the medics were doing and using.

Wind grew up on a small, tight-knit island, realistically they would’ve had to have learned how to use the things around them to their fullest advantage. that being said, his knowledge is sort of useless outside of his own era, aside from what he was taught in the war. ok i’m done talking about medicinal herbs now i promise sorry it’s a hobby of mine ahhsjdka

Legend’s terrified of dogs. in Link’s Awakening, the dogs are literally balls on chains with huge mouths full of sharp teeth (basically just Chain Chomps). if you want to get angsty with it: it comes from guard dogs being sent after him on his first adventure. he became a lot less scared to more he spent time with BowBow (the ball and chain dog) but, when he woke up, he got the belief that he could only be safe around a dog in his dreams. he’s pretty damn uncomfortable around Wolfie at first, but after lots of time and learning to trust Twilight, he’s able to slowly overcome his fear. sort of. mostly just with Wolfie. he still hates staying at stables in Wild’s Hyrule.

if Wild doesn’t want to explain/source something he’ll just say it came to him via divine intervention. Sky believes it every single time

I was thinking about Legend’s story a while ago and realized it was kind of similar to Joan of Arc’s so take that as you will. idk if this even counts as a headcanon but i’m putting it here

Warriors and Twilight are really close friends because they both understand the struggles of wrangling dirt worshipping nature freaks. anytime Twilight (lovingly) complains about Wild, Wars will counter with whatever asinine feral child antics young Time got up to and suddenly Twi will feel very blessed and lucky

whenever Four sees someone with their hair in a high ponytail he subconsciously thinks they’re very smart and respectable because Dot always wears her hair in a high ponytail

Hyrule is completely fine with not sleeping on a bedroll. they like the dirt, actually. let them sleep in the dirt.

Legend uses apples in his red potions, both to increase their potency and to make them taste better. he also learned how to enchant apples to be healing on their own so sometimes when someone’s hurt he’ll just shove an apple in their face

uhh so ik this is a lot but this isn’t even close to of all my headcanons so yeah there’s that lmao

[vasito-de-leche]

;R1999 PAVIA - Love Languages (giving)

Headcanons and analysis on Pavia's love languages and the way he likes to show affection.

yeah ok ive been playing reverse 1999 what about it <3

it might be a little too early to write anything for it, given the lack of in-depth content, the awful translation and all, but who cares lol

Pavia as a whole - his speech pattern, the way he presents himself, his appearance, line of work, relationships, etc - can easily be described as brash and straightforward. That direct sincerity and lack of restraint is part of what makes him dangerous. One can always count on Pavia to do and say whatever he wants, whenever he feels like it, regardless of time and situation.

When it comes to showing affection, no one thinks Pavia is capable (let alone willing) of forming lasting or meaningful friendships with anyone other than his pack of wolves. They all expect the same direct and selfish behaviour from Pavia in romantic endeavors, and he delivers wonderfully.

If someone manages to catch his eye, then he'll pursue them and make his intentions very clear - romance is optional and reserved for more "difficult" targets, but he's not the type to put in the effort. All of this inevitably leads to heartbreak and a long line of partners, each and every one fully convinced on being "the one" that would steer Pavia back onto the right track, into a more honest life.

Of course, this just applies to all those fleeting flings and whims, the superficial relationships everyone around him takes at face value to justify their hatred and disapproval of him.

Unless you're part of the pack, it's near impossible to know how Pavia acts around those he truly cares for because of his solitary lifestyle, to the point where those people might not even realize that Pavia cares about them and is actively trying to be nice. His love languages are unorthodox - as well as hidden under a few layers of nonchalance and casualness, I'd even argue that Pavia himself struggles to wrap his head around the concept of caring for someone other than himself - but with enough patience and attention to detail, they'll get easier to spot! Once you understand Pavia and his MO, it all just clicks into place.

Giving: Quality Time, Gifts

[Quality Time]

In this case, the term is used very loosely, as it doesn't exactly match the usual definition - there's no uninterrupted outings nor intimate one-on-one conversations, just an intense presence orbiting around as you go about your day.

This is what Pavia considers "quality time": inserting himself into the lives of those he cares about, entirely unannounced, to follow them until he's had enough or drag them around to do whatever he feels like doing if their routine is much too boring for his taste. The confidence he displays when disrupting people's lives paints him as a jerk with little to no care for their business - after all, how can it be quality time if you can't go buy groceries in peace because Pavia keeps trying to sneak weird shit into your cart and expecting you to pay? It's all pretty on brand for him, to use his presence as an obstacle and annoyance, the same way others have used it in the past as punishment.

But this is Pavia we're talking about. He prefers solitude, he doesn't care for company and he's turned loneliness into both a weapon and a shield.

It's always been very clear to him that no one wants to stick around, so for Pavia to offer his company in this manner is not unlike a stray dog testing the waters, seeing if it's safe enough to come out of hiding. He's gauging your reaction to his antics, his existence as a whole, under the pretense of bothering you because "he feels like it". It's kind of a privilege (and a miracle) to have Pavia seek you out without a bounty for your head! Consider yourself lucky.

But to address the two most common outcomes of this love language - if Pavia takes the lead and drags you around, it means you'll be involved in the most random fucking shenanigans.

Sometimes, he just lets you hang out with him, and you know you're dear to him if he allows the pack to play and relax around you. Sometimes, you're witness to his mercenary work and other shady jobs, willingly or not (he'll call you a coward if you don't want to bury a body with him). Sometimes, he takes you shopping only to dare you to get a five finger discount with him because he sure as hell isn't paying for all this shit. Sometimes, you see him argue for fun with people he doesn't even know. Sometimes, he shows you the hidden gems of his city and then leaves to see how you find your way back.

On one hand, it's a test - to see how you'll do should he choose to stick around for longer than what's acceptable for someone like him. On the other, he wants you to be part of his world, not only small glimpses of it - it's all or nothing. So it's only fair that he shows you the type of shit that you'll be getting into if you allow him to stay. Or rather, to welcome him when he comes and goes as he pleases.

On those scarce days when he prefers to follow you around, he's mostly driven by curiosity. Pavia rejects every conventional notion of leading a "normal" life, to be part of all those blubbering idiots and their made up rules, but he's still curious about how it all works. Do you really just wake up early to get prepared and then go to a job you don't even like? For like, a third of the day? Then you go home? And then you pass out for eight or more hours? Why the fuck would you even do that? Quit your job, what's the point. Live a life of reckless abandon.

He pokes fun at everything that he doesn't like, teases and bullies nonstop (one would have to be delusional to think Pavia's attitude softens around his loved ones, in fact, it gets worse), gets in the way and makes everything harder for you - but then you realize...

No one else has given you any sort of trouble, if else they've been nicer. There's been a sale everywhere you've gone to buy whatever you need, maybe you've been given a surprising discount. If you bump into someone, they apologize profusely. If you make any sort of mistake, it's forgiven immediately. There's always a seat for you no matter where you go, and the world seems to bend at your will for a split second.

You can thank him for that, by the way. Others would kill to have such scary dog privileges. And if things don't go the way he expects them to, that's fine too! He's ready to throw hands at the drop of a hat!

[Gifts]

This one is pretty easy and straightforward! Pavia likes to give things to his loved ones, as long as he doesn't have to pay much for them and as long as they don't ask anything from his personal collection or belongings (he's very territorial). Easy! Oh, and if you ask him directly for something, chances are he'll end up not getting you absolutely fucking nothing - but he'll praise you for trying anyway!

He's a hoarder, so he assumes that others also want lots of interesting and pretty trinkets to spruce up the house. His collection is more of a statement, and one could argue that him wanting to hoard is a direct consequence of the way he was brought up.

Somewhat unrelated, but I do like the specific headcanon about how Pavia is very easy to scam based on various lines in-game, like his glasses being a cheap copy of an actual italian brand and how most of his accessories are described as just garbage with no real value. Either that or he simply doesn't care enough about really owning any expensive brands, but likes to brag anyway.

No matter the reasoning behind it, giving gifts is an important part of Pavia's love languages.

However, he never aims to get you something that you've been eyeing for a while or something that could be useful - it's usually things that remind him of you, for better and for worse. Or really, anything he gets his hands on.

Pavia might show up one day with the ugliest little creature on a keychain, saying that it looks like you. And then, some other day he might show up with some matching earrings he made from scrap metal. If he's feeling particularly nice, he treats you to gelato, his favorite, or he'll have a bunch of fancy clothes or jewelry. Some of the gifts are questionable, and their origins even more so knowing the way Pavia operates and all, but it's up to you to ask him where he keeps getting all these things. It's pretty easy to tell, especially when the clothes are definitely not your size and the jewelry is all pure gold, with small blood stains. You'll have to forgive him, the guy is messy!

If you ever choose to throw away his gifts, Pavia won't hold it against you - it's your shit now, he couldn't care less what you do with it. Sometimes, you think he's simply using you as extra storage or as his personal trash bin.

You'll only see him visibly angry if you lose or throw away something that he specifically made for you. Those are the only gifts that really mean something to him, that should mean something to you! Pavia expects you to wear those little earrings, bracelets or whatever he ends up making - none of his wolves wear collars, so this is the closest thing you'll have to being officially accepted into the pack.

[marshbarks]

if the south park boys were all animals, what's your headcanons for their species and why? can be furry or just normal animals

i've answered smth similar before, but i only did the main 5 + i have alt ideas and reasonings so!!

stan - a dog, of course. a bigger breed, something that he could reasonably say "i'm a wolf" about even though he is literally not a wolf at all. he's extremely loyal and has strong emotions, and as someone who has had a husky for a number of years, i think they have matching personalities and complexities. the ONLY downside to my affection with him being specifically a husky is that it means he doesn't get stupid floppy doggy ears. so perhaps a husky mix. he needs to look wolflike enough to claim being one, but still be like.. a silly puppy! (he could also genuinely be a wolf- like my tsot stan IS a wolf, undeniably- but i think its more fun if overall he is just a dog who is wolfkin) kyle - my first thought is always a sheep or a sheep/goat hybrid, but i've become fond of deer kyle as well! though.. dragon kyle has become very prominent in my things w/ adrian ( :3c ) and i think he's so fucking cool and awesome as a dragon. why is he a dragon?? because he keeps going "i am a human being." when his friends talk about fursonas and he won't make one but he thinks dragons are cool. fox kyle is fairly popular in the fandom but other than a personal attachment to both kyle and foxes making my heart go '!' every time i see it, i don't personally really like fox kyle on a character level? cute for visuals and i think there's a couple fun jokes to be made, but he's not really much of a fox guy to me. eric - cat or raccoon! obviously. there's not really much other choice, i'll be so honest. maybe a big cat or a non-domestic cat, but he's always like a little guy on your floor who stares at you and waits to be petted and bites you when you pet him because youre never doing it right. i think, like stan, he's most likely a cat who is raccoon kin. thinks they're so cool. if he had the warriors books when he was younger (and was actually assed to read them), he'd be so fucking sick about these cats. kenny - mustelid. i've always leaned into ferret kenny specifically! why? good fucking question. i don't know. but kenny is very rodent coded without feeling like a rat/hamster/guineapig/bunny, y'know? has ratlike qualities but doesn't really Fit. would NOT be a mouse. ferret or a weaselly guy feels right. also because it makes me happy butters - a doggy, too! something medium sized, more likely. lab or a retriever type. a Good Boy who is so naive. knows how to listen and wag his tail and be good, gets confused a lot, whatever. arroouou ruuruuruuu arr arruuu [sound of butters sob-barking from good times with weapons]

more under the cut bc this post got big :3

craig - hyena! or a very calm wolf! why? because i think he's cool. mainly the hyena thing is for adrian and i just fully agree because it feels right. the concept of him being a wolf is PURELY to make stan mad. tweek - a birddddd my little tweeter.. ♥♥♥ i just think he's very bird coded. i think a canary sounds good for him, warning of danger (even if it isn't really there). might be hybrid with something else, but he's MOSTLY bird. maybe a gryphon? would be a cheetah in that case i think. cheetah/canary. actually yeah that fucking rules he's a gryphon holy shit. clyde - lion. he's strong and proud (but also kinda a coward!!!! yay!) and i think the idea of clyde being a lion and thinking he's got SO MANY GIRLS THATRE HIS is so funny bc of the way the girls kinda toss him around. tolkien - not a lion. maybe a cat, honestly? he's so.... Normal. he's just such a normal guy. i could easily see him slotting into role as a cat. like your typical american shorthair. very average and normal critter that you gotta get to know to learn exactly the ways his personality works and differs from things. jimmy AND timmy - both parrots or parrot-adjacent birds! this is adrian's suggestion, because parrots are very smart and community focused and care about each other. i think the idea of these two being birds who bond over time is so cute. also because i got the thought in my mind of jimmy helping timmy find sweaters to cover up plucked feathers :( used to be VERY stressed out and then he found a friend and now he's doing a lil better.

wendy - rabbit wendy is my favorite, but i think she could work as a cat. but rabbit makes me happiest. maybe a hare, actually? type thing that looks like she's a little prey beast but will kick your ass into next week if you don't watch out. sigh.. i'm so in love with her.. lets her be small and sensitive while still being able to, at any point, stand up for herself. bebe - liger. pretty and everything, but doesn't quite fit her role like she could. specifically like.. a low-expression one, stripes that only show off in certain light. very low contrast markings. enough to not fit in Perfectly amongst other lions, but not enough to visibly be a tiger. this is to mirror her struggle with brains and beauty and trying to have both without becoming reliant on her beauty- but not disowning or dismissing having 'pretty privilege'. sighhh i love bebe a lot i love her so fucking much. heidi - bunny.. she's just a little rabbit. small and scared. trying to do her part and be good! trying. hybridized with a goat, freaks the FUCK OUT when her horns grow in because she's not supposed to have those. legally i suppose she is a jackalope except she is a bungoat. nichole - bearrr i just think she'd be so cute as a bear.. i don't even have a good reason for this. i associate her with bears and sunflowers. sun bear..... aoawouahghgg.. red - iguana??????????????????????????? i dont know why. that's what my mind said to me.

henrietta - sheep!! one of those multi horned ones. as satantic as an ungulate can be. firkle - cat! if it wasn't conformist to read warrior cats, he'd be kin with scourge i think. would want to be that. purple collar, obviously (personally i think the rainbow is the best choice but firkle would NEVER) pete - big cat of some kind. this thought is undeniably influenced by 6ftkyle's stuff, i love the idea of him being a tiger so fucking bad it makes me sick okay. black and red stripes??/ fuck OFF thats so COOL he would look so sick. people would call him edgy emo and he'd get so fucking MAD. michael - dog. one of those tall dogs with curly fur. de-facto leader type. they also look very distinguished and cool to me. but he's still a dog, y'know? has little quirks that pop out sometimes that you're like ohh you're just a puppy doggy aintcha. mike - dog! chihuahua type. big ass fuckin ears. says he's part bat.

mole - shockingly, not a mole! i think he'd be a cat. like a weird cat who digs holes, but a cat. not your typical domestic shorthair. maybe a forest cat, actually? :thinking:

douglas - cat, but he'd be like.. a catboy. i couldn't see him as full furry. he'd be your nasty dirty grimy indoor catboy boyfriend. he's awesome augh. dogpoo - unsurprisingly, a doggy. i think he'd be one of those breeds that isn't like.. DEAD without care, but needs care to be at their prettiest, so he's always a little fucked up looking and dirty. fur a mess... english for some reason.....

while most siblings can be The Same as their other siblings, i do think ike would be like.. a little hamster...... id ont know why. he's such a little hammy to me.

the cotswalds are designer toy breed dogs. bradley (cartman sucks) is an antelope. gary harrison is an extremely proud golden retriever with perfectly groomed fur. damien is a jackal, obviously. pip is a bunny i think. kevin stoley is a devon rex. leslie is a cat but she looks ai generated. thomas (tourettes) is a pitbull. tammy warner is a fox.

and scott malkinson has diabetes (i think he'd be a cat)

[charlie-is-fine]

Shane x SDV farmer fic

Hurt/comfort, 1500 ish words, lots of self deprication

Basically Shane x reader in recovery where both you and Shane are trying to fight off your former addictions together. :D

You wake up in your queen-size bed, feeling the hard mattress against your back. “Fuck” You thought lying in bed. You felt like shit. You haven’t even opened your eyes for the first time today, and you knew it was going to be rough. 2 months, 13 days, and 11 hours since your last relapse. And Yoba did you want to ruin it. You knew better of course, but it was hard parenting your brain every. Single. Day. You just wanted to lay in bed and rot today. You knew you couldn’t. Your husband wouldn’t allow it. “Shane-” You thought. You didn’t want to tell him. You know you should, he is your partner after all, but you can’t. He knew about your addiction, and you both promised to fight them together. But yesterday… Shane had a bad day. You had gotten an ad from Gus in the mail, the saloon was a danger zone for Shane. It was a rough day for both of you. “I can’t bother him today, he had such a shitty day yesterday… today he needs to focus on himself.” You decided. You can handle this yourself today. 

You manage to pull yourself out of bed, stretching your arms out to the world. You tiredly shuffled to the mirror, pausing to look at your reflection. So many people told you that you would look better in recovery. Your eyes were baggy, and you had a zit by your lip. “Great,” You thought. You quickly move on, you have a full day ahead of you after all. You head downstairs, where you see Shane has made you a plate of scrambled eggs. You also notice Shane who had dozed off on the couch. “The poor guy, probably couldn’t sleep” Just another reason for you to keep to yourself today. You quickly shovel the eggs in your mouth, and grab a triple shot espresso. You check the TV before you head out, “The Spirits are very displeased today.” “Me too, spirits, me too,” You thought, finally ready to start your morning chores at 11 a.m. 

You grabbed your golden watering can, ready to mass water your melons, blueberries, and of course hot peppers for Shane. Doing the mindless task was a nice little distraction. Just think about the plants. Don’t think about how horrible you are. Don’t think about your addiction. Don’t think about how you’ve hurt people. Don’t think about how you broke their trust. Don’t think that you’re a monster. Don’t thi- Your dog licked your leg. You needed to give him water. You pet him, silently thanking him for helping you. All of your plants were watered, and you had a solid 87 blueberries and 4 peppers. “That’ll be a nice chunk of gold,” You thought. You take a deep breath and then walk over to the coop. You have no idea if Shane’s checked on the chickens and ducks this morning. You open the gates, petting Besty. Shane loved the chickens. He was so caring with them, giving them baths and while he denies it- you’ve heard him singing them to sleep. That’s why you married him, he’s so sweet. “He’s way too good for you” You shook the thought out of your head. You walked into the coop and everything was normal. The ducks were happily drinking their water, while the chickens were nibbling on hay set out. You went to your auto-grabber and grabbed 3 chicken eggs- two silver and one gold- and a duck egg-silver quality. “These are going to be tasty mayonnaise. Thanks, girls!” Shane always told you to thank the animals for their products, and you weren’t going to argue with your husband. You head out, and plop the eggs in the mayonnaise machines. It was only 2:00? You didn’t want to do anything today. You wanted to fall asleep. You wanted to cuddle into your husband’s hairy chest while you watched a shitty movie. You wanted to relapse. You hated that you wanted to relapse. You weren’t proud of it. You felt stupid that you got addicted in the first place. You should've just said no. Why were you like this? You were such a fai-  “Y/N?” Shane called out from the front door. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine!” You called out. “Thanks for the eggs this morning!” You walk up to Shane, trying to control your hands which are shaking. 

“Are you sure you’re okay baby?” Shane asked placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just think the summer’s heat is wearing me out.” You awkwardly chuckle. 

“I’ll take your word for it. I’m going to go check on Jas and Aunt Marnie today, but I’ll be back for dinner.” He quickly kisses your forehead. No- I want you home… to save me… to care for me… “Have fun!” You smile and kiss him back. You loved that man and would do anything to see him happy. 

Gotta stay busy. Fishing! That’s it. You’ll go fishing since Jodi said she needed a rainbow trout for a recipe anyway. It’s the perfect distraction. You grab your iridium pole, some wild bait that Linus was kind enough to give you, and your trap bobber. 

On the way to Pelican Town, you see Pam standing by the bus. She was drinking something… but you didn’t care, you were more focused on making sure she didn’t want to talk to you. You didn’t want to talk to anyone today unless it was Shane. Yoba, you should’ve just gone with him. You shake that thought out of your head, as you head up to the abandoned Joja Mart. It was the perfect place to fish as no one went up there anymore. But once you get there, you pause and stare up at the building. So much of Shane’s pain came from this place. What would’ve happened if Shane didn’t work there? What if he never started drinking? We he be too good for you then? This place left a man so broken, one that you are helping to fix, but part of you wonders if you can be fixed. You are one farmer. One that just moved in. You took away his job. How could he love you? Think of all the horrible things you done. The stuff you did while you were addicted. Who were you kidding- you still were addicted. You can never be a good enough person for Shane- you were nothing-

You spiraled even more after that. Not a single fish was caught that evening by Joja Mart. By the time you were done, you were fucking exhausted. All you wanted to do was relapse, get that high just one more time, to help get rid of all this pain, if not for a mere second. But you withheld. You stood up and dusted your clothes off. Yoba, you were a mess. You slung your pole over your shoulder and trudged back home. Most of Pelican Town was ironically in Gus’ saloon that night. Part of you wanted to go in, but you knew better. Shane wouldn’t be in there. Even if he was, he wouldn’t want you. 

When you finally made it back to your farm you stood at the door for a few minutes. You were scared. Scared that maybe your brain was right. Scared that Shane finally got some sense and would leave you. But when you walked in the door, a different scene played out. Shane was in the kitchen, with some rock band playing on a small radio. He seemed to be making spaghetti. It wasn’t fancy or anything, the sauce was from a jar, but you didn’t mind.

“Oh hey Y/N! Good to see you back!” He gave you such a genuine smile. 

This man made you dinner. He cleaned the farmhouse too. He turned on your favorite movie. He loved you. He adored you. And not a single part of you deserved him. You fell to your knees and started crying again. You bawled like a baby in front of your husband. You didn’t want him to see you like this. Especially after yesterday… 

Shane rushed in to help you. He kneeled around you and hugged you in a position where you could see him. He brushed your cheek with his rough hand. 

“Hey, it’ll be okay.” Shane’s voice was soft. 

“No, it won’t. You need to be with someone better…” you mumbled to him whilst blubbering.

“Woah- that’s not the farmer I married. You are the best person for me. You’ve helped me grow in ways that no one else could have.” 

“But I wanted to relapse today, and I-”

“You were having a shit day and you didn’t tell me?” Shane didn’t look angry. He looked hurt, but he put it away for a later conversation. 

“You had a shit day yesterday and-” “That was yesterday. Recovery is on a day-by-day basis. We need to keep each other in check. I want you to tell me-” “But I don’t want to hurt you more…”

“I love you Y/N. You can’t hurt me more. I just want you to feel good with me.” He kissed your cheek and tightened his embrace. You sniffled for a couple more minutes but finally calmed down.

“I’m sorry.”

“We can talk about better communication with our counselor later, but for right now, let’s eat.”

“I love you, Shane.” 

“I love you more than you could possibly know Y/N”

[lazywriter-artist]

SORRY GANG

Been swamped with irl stuff and I’m just so exhausted every day forever, so have some low effort doodles! For the soul :3

A lot of them are kind of shit quality…but we ball 🫶🫶🫶🫶

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They’re bugs to me…

Kriegsman who is a perpetual has so many fun takes and will always be my favorite

Silly

Beefcake…

Death.

Silly guy who went through the space marine process and was cut off last minute….

ik it would never happen but the idea of just having this giant murder man who was supposed to be a space marine lurking around like one of those service dogs who never made it so can now just open doors is fun…

[nowoyas]

koi no yokan 47: kasumi (nishinoya yuu/reader)

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A/N: sorry for the delay! fell in love, fucked him, got told he's not looking for a relationship right now, spent most of the day hungover and crying over him. he's got good reasons and I don't hold any ill will towards him but I did need to cry that shit out. in case you missed my previous announcement, koi no yokan is officially going to be biweekly updates for about 2 more updates so that I can better balance fic with school. I'm not really happy about the chapter quality recently, so this is also a measure to hopefully counteract things and start turning out chapters I'm happy with again.

Summary: Kasumi and a celebration dinner.

Warnings and Tags: eh

Words: 2100+

Hijiri Kasumi⁶⁹ had everything you never did.

With hindsight, it's easy to see how she drew you in—she skipped the awkward tween stage, looked perfect and poised from the start. You'd orbited around her, always ending up in the same homeroom from your second year of primary school until high school separated you. You'd hoped it was permanent, but here she is, standing a few meters away, smiling nervously while you clutch paper towels to your dripping nose and wait for the bleeding to stop.

She had perfect hair, flawless skin, a bottomless allowance. She was the first in your year to get a phone, get her period, get every new trendy thing. You'd later learned, in an uncomfortable evening sitting in her bedroom that was the size of your entire living room, that it was because her parents were some of the richest people you'll probably meet in your lifetime. Money didn't mean things to them the way it meant things to your family—your mother coming home from work only to sit at the table and budget while you worked on your homework, your father working as late as he could stand. Enough to breathe, not much more.

You wonder, sometimes, if this is the pattern of your life—falling for people who have everything you don't. Noya with his loving, tight-knit family, with people who are willing to look at him, with his alive mother. Kasumi with her dog, her balcony, her canopy bed.

When she kissed you for the first time, it had been as a joke, but you'd thought you were being blessed by an angel, and she'd stared at you wide-eyed afterwards, like she couldn't believe she'd done it. Then, she'd kissed you again, and a third time.

It feels like so long ago now.

"What are you doing here?" you ask her. Your throat feels horribly dry, for reasons you couldn't begin to fathom. "You hate sports."

She holds up her hands in surrender. "Guilty. I, uh, I heard who our volleyball team was playing. Last I checked, you also hated sports, but I got hopeful. Expected to see you in their cheering section, though. Not, you know…" A vague gesture to you, to your manager's jacket, to Noya. "I hoped we'd get to talk."

"To talk."

"Yeah. You just kinda… dropped off the face of the earth last time."

The anger hits you so fast that you feel nauseous. "Dropped off the face of—my mom died. I watched it happen. It was my fault. Did you not think that maybe I needed a minute?"

She pouts. "I wanted to be there for you. I was trying to. You wouldn't let me."

Right. You wouldn't let her. It had nothing to do with the friend she was cozying up to, the guy her friends were gossiping about. You weren't the only one she was kissing, and when things got hard for you, she was happy to turn her attention elsewhere.

"I really don't think there's anything to talk about," you grit out.

She sighs. "I think there is. You never even said anything to me until you just dropped on me that we weren't going to Shiratorizawa together. I know you got in. You're the one who broke your promise."

A hand on your shoulder, comforting, familiar. "Hey," Noya says in a low voice. He's adopted the protective tone he takes when a guy pays you too much attention. "We need to get going. Gotta get ready for awards."

You have more time. You know you do. But you're more than happy to let him give you this out. "Yeah. Let's head back."

"[name], wait. Please. This isn't how I wanted this to go."

"I'm glad you're doing well, Hijiri-san, but I have to—"

"Just—I'll let you go, but do you still have my number saved?"

You do.

"Will you text me? I wanna work this out."

"It's not going to be the way it was again. You know that, right?"

A hopeful smile. "But it could be something?"

Noya lets out a quiet growl of a noise. He's getting possessive. To you, he whispers: "You know how you got mad last time I tried to chase off someone you knew?"

A nod.

"Please let me chase her off."

Your eyes flick back to Kasumi. She's your problem, really. Noya should never even have met her, never seen her. He shouldn't be the one to solve this. You shake your head. "I have to go, Hijiri-san."

"Stop calling me that," she replies weakly.

"I don't know if I'll text you," you continue. "But I still have your number. I guess it's possible I might reach out. I have to think about it, but right now I have to go."

You don't look at her. You don't need to to picture the crushed look on her face as you turn, as you let Noya's hand on your back guide you back towards the others.

"You okay?" he asks, when you've put some distance between you.

"No." Then: "Sorry. I don't wanna bring down the mood."

"Anyone who knew the situation wouldn't blame you."

"But I'm gonna blame me."

"Don't, then," he shrugs.

"If I could be like you, I would," you grumble.

He frowns, but he doesn't respond—maybe because you're reaching the others with a pocketful of paper towels and a face full of blood. You watch him navigate the return with an ease you're simply incapable of—you're pretty sure your nose is running with poorly held-back tears more than it is with blood at this point, but he passes it all off as the nosebleed, celebrates with the others in a way that lets you blend in, quiet, until the awards ceremony.

So you pack away the sick roiling in your stomach. You put on a smile for the cameras—awards is televised, meaning you have to at least try to look presentable—and you pile into frame for a victory photo with the others. The guys pushed all three managers towards the center, let the three of you be the ones to hold the trophy up for the cameras.

You should have expected something to happen, honestly—Noya standing beside you, Tanaka on Yachi's other side, sharing looks that you should have known were more like Looks.

Three pictures are taken in celebration—the first looks almost tame, and nothing like the Karasuno you know. Everyone in neat little rows, you and Yachi holding either side of the trophy, pleasant smiles for the camera. Yours is strained, obviously, and it'll take a while yet for you to get over the flecks of dried blood above your lip where no one bothered to tell you you still had blood on your face, but altogether, it's a nice, polite, quiet sort of victory photo.

The second photo prompted an immediate re-take—Yachi mid-scream, hefted onto Tanaka's shoulder like she weighed nothing. You're not faring much better, with Noya attempting to do the same to you. Kiyoko is turned away from the camera, looking up at her screaming co-managers, and the rest of the guys are in varying states of surprise or amusement—you suppose depending on whether or not they knew what was happening.

The final—the one that would become your favorite, that would fade in the front of your journal and sit in a frame on your desk for years to come—was taken after allowing you all a moment to settle. You and Yachi on the guys' shoulders, supporting the trophy between you. Ennoshita had taken it upon himself to walk around and support the both of you, not trusting the disaster duo to not drop one of you, and the smiles here are much more real—you're laughing, despite the blood, despite Kasumi, despite everything.

~

"I think my relative's one year-old was doing just the same thing the other day."

Your eyes flick up from your phone screen, hidden poorly beneath the table. Victory dinner is quieter than expected—the usual balls of energy are too tired to bring the party, as evidenced by the fact that they're now slumped directly onto the table, chewing with their eyes closed. In a restaurant. In public.

Back to your phone, to Kasumi's contact, to the last message you sent her. I don't have to explain myself to you. Hers: I would really fucking like it if you'd try.

Maybe you should have tried, but that was then, and this is now, and right now, Takeda is shooting you a pleading look to the tune of help.

You sigh and pocket your phone. "Hinata. Kageyama-san. Can you both look at me for a second?"

"But I'm tired," Hinata whines. "I can't."

"Please? It's only for a moment. Just gotta pick your heads up and look at me."

Hinata picks up his head. Kageyama picks up his head.

"Wonderful, thank you. First one to let his head hit the table loses. Competition ends when you're back on the bus. Any attempts to sabotage via contact is an instant disqualification. Have fun."

There's a beat of silence. They meet each other's eyes. Their postures straighten.

"You might as well eat properly. I'm sure it'll be easier to stay awake and upright if you distract yourselves."

…and there they go, scarfing down food. Two down.

"Tanaka-senpai."

"Mrrrgh."

"Do you think you're going to impress Shimizu-senpai by sleeping at the dinner table like a toddler?"

He sits up so quickly that the table jolts a little, looking at you with tears in his eyes. "[name]-san?"

"I'm not trying to be mean. Just hold on until the bus, yeah?"

"I'm cool! I'm impressive!"

"Yeah. Just not like that."

Three down.

Your eyes settle on Noya. He's still got his head on the table, but you can see a tension in his shoulders. He's waiting for you to break out whatever gambit you have to get him to stay up for the rest of dinner.

You take a moment to consider it. It's not like you don't know how to get him to do what you want in this situation—you have plenty of options. You could tell him you won't stay over tonight if he doesn't sit up now. You could threaten to dock some proposals off his quota if he doesn't act right in public. Hell, you could probably just address him as Nishinoya and watch him straighten up before you said another word.

There's so many options that you just let autopilot take over.

You reach out, nudge his cheek with one hand. "I need you to wake up and talk some sense into me before I text my ex-girlfriend."

Man, you could have led with that and saved the trouble. Not only does Noya respond—sitting straight up, looking at you with wide eyes and a whispered you just said that out loud—but you feel multiple sets of eyes snap to you as your words set in.

And yet, no one says anything about it. Yachi coughs, has to let you thump her back until she stops choking, and hush-whispers to you in a panic, but you barely catch the words. You're focused on talking to Noya, on getting him to focus long enough to forget the exhaustion. That, and on not throwing up or having a panic attack at the table.

"I mean, why would you—you really obviously didn't wanna talk to her earlier. Why would you now?"

You shrug. "The therapist and I haven't quite hammered out the self-destructing every time I get stressed."

"Okay, well, you're not texting her. Not until you've spent some time actually thinking about it."

You snort. "There we go. Weird Noya's back."

"Weird Noya?"

"Responsible is the term I think you'd prefer," you tease. "Do you want some of my food? I don't have much appetite right now."

"What, are you not gonna eat? You're letting her get to you that much?"

"I'm not letting her get to me—"

"You're totally letting her get to you. You gotta eat!"

"I'm not gonna—"

He raises a bite of food, raising a threatening eyebrow. "You gotta eat or I'm putting my head right back on this table."

"You do that and I swear—"

"I'll make a scene," he lilts.

You take a bite of food before he can make you, rolling your eyes. "Anyways, got 'em all handled, Sensei. Senpai, if you put your head back on that table, I'll set you back ten."

He shoots a pout your way. You nudge him, let him summon the pure chaotic energy required to fully move the others on from your casual outing. He does so expertly, moves everyone on from your ex-girlfriend before anyone gets the chance to ask any questions.

You're not sure what you'd ever do without him.

69. Written 日退霞. Kanji meaning something along the lines of reject-sun and mist. Surname chosen in a poll on tumblr an Amount of time ago. I tried to dig up the poll, but I forgot to save it, so I can't remember what the other options were for her, lmao.

Tags: @deeplightgarden @idonthaveanameideayet @dusstory @kazunish

[cloudsinmargoscoffee]

margo i feel like we haven't talked at all about ttpd/the anthology ?? what are your favourites, how did you like the rest, what are your skips, tell me Everything (i personally am still very much enamoured with it, 31 songs can hold me for a looong time) <33

yeah, i was inactive at that time if i remember well. i actually have some controversial takes on ttpd. i feel like it's one of fandom favourites and meanwhile for me, it's my least favourite album she's ever made. when i first heard it, i was genuinely dissapointed. i admit it grew on me with time, but i rarely listen to it and when i do, i skip a lot of the songs. lyrically, it's a brilliant piece, but the musical aspect lacks to me. it feels as if the album only went through very superficial edits and cuts. it's too messy. and i get that the messiness is the part of the story she's trying to tell, but there are moments when that messiness feels more like lack of quality than an actual artistic device. i know you're a jack girlie, but ttpd really made me wish she worked less with him and more with aaron 😭 i like the anthology way more than the main part of the album. long story short, i like it, just not as much as taylor's other works.

i'll organize my favourites and skips into lists.

okay, so here are my favourites:

fortnight (post malone ate and left no crumbs)

down bad ("just to do experiments on, tell me i was the chosen one, show me that this world is bigger than us, then sent me back WHERE I CAME FROM" insane stuff)

so long, london (dare i say one of the best songs of taylor's discography)

fresh out the slammer (it feels like a hot summer and juicy peaches to me and her voice when she sings "now pretty baby, i'm running home to you" is soooooo)

florida!!! (my two favourite artists on one song, LET'S FUCKING GO. that part where florence sings "and your cheating husband dissappeared, well, no one asks any questions here" is so cunty)

who's afraid of little old me? ("cause i am dramatic")

i can do it with a broken heart (i was listening to it on repeat when i was taking driving ed to hype myself up, didn't get my license, but the song slaps)

the smallest man who ever lived (idk where and when taylor met my dad)

clara bow ("you look like taylor swift" i love when she does plot twists, i'm always like "oooo damn she's so smart")

the black dog (AND I HOPE IT'S SHITTY IN THE BLACK DOG YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT BITCH that's how this song makes me feel)

how did it end? (unfortunately, everything described in these lyrics happened to me this year so i use it to make myself feel even worse when i'm having a breakdown)

i hate it here (i just hate it here, simple as that)

the prophecy (i've been single my whole life)

peter ("you said you were gonna grow up and then you were gonna come find me" joe alwyn, i'm in your walls)

the bolter (that's me she sings about, btw!)

and here are my skips:

ttpd (i fucking hate this song, it turns me into some evil creature)

but daddy i love him (idk, i just don't like it)

and when it comes to the rest of the songs, i like them, but they don't make me rip my hair out or anything. sometimes i skip them, sometimes i don't. depends on my mood.

now your turn to tell me Everything! <3

[thatonepikminperson]

More head cannons to scare the children (Let's go baby, they may or may not be unhinged)

So, it's either as long, or a bit longer than the first post, but here's part 2, some are more unhinged than most lmao

On Collin's laptop, he often just has files laying around on his desktop just because he knows where everything is and "It's fine." Shepherd has demanded that he fix this, and he has not had the time to do so

Bernard actually needs to wear the shades, as they double as his glasses. He's just blind without them, which has lead to Dingo purposely taking his shade's away and holding them up in the air, where Bernard can't reach

It's canon that Bernard has a soulmate at home (Thank you Japanese Pikmin website), so dumb head cannon related to that is that his soulmate is related to Santi, bonus points if it's his sister, even more bonus points if it's Santi himself

Half of Shepherd's paycheck goes to dog toys and treats for Oatchi and the other dogs her family owns

Let's be real, Shepherd's family owns more than one dog, probably around ten or more

Russ has tried to get a 3D Printer into the ship several times, but Shepherd or Collin has always caught him and told him no

Russ has also 3D printed a sword and has smacked pretty much everyone on the head at least once.

Yonny is rather passive aggressive and petty, and once in middle school, he filled Dingo's backpack full of calculators just because he failed to do 3+1 correctly (Dingo said it was 5 for several minutes, this is also something he'll never live down)

Bernard will sometimes just sing songs out loud, and will just not care if anyone hears him. (Especially if it’s one of his favorites) (shout out to @alaskacoolkid1, your comment on the last post got me thinking this thank for that lol)

Dingo will not listen to anyone when they say a pterodactyl is not a dinosaur, to him it is and it's his favorite (And it annoys the hell out of Yonny every time he says this)

If Collin has to make a presentation, he usually just uses whatever images are faster to slap in the slideshow, and whenever he grabs an image of subpar quality, Dingo will send him the following image after Collin’s done presenting

Despite this, Dingo constantly needs to rely on Collin for tech support. (If you know the dynamic between Monarch and CyYu, then you already know what kind of shit Collin sometimes has to go through with Dingo)

If you need more context around the Bernard is banned from the kitchen head canon, then these following two images sum up pretty much what happened (Bernard is the left side and Dingo is the right)

Yonny is single-handedly the best at social deduction games while Russ and Collin are tied for the worst (Russ just sucks at lying while Collin feels bad about lying to people and will just often tell the truth)

Sad one now, but Moss will sometimes take a few Pikmin, and show them around the areas that Olimar loved to go, and sometimes at night, when she's all alone, she looks up at the stars waiting for him to come back (God that's so sad sorry about that)

Collin will sometimes listen to ASMR when he's really stressed. This has led to him accidentally sleeping on his laptop because he got a bit too relaxed

Oatchi will walk into a room, grab something (probably food) off a table, make eye contact with whoever is in the room, walk backwards out of said room without breaking eye contact

Shepherd does the Wordle everyday, because it’s fun

You know those videos of getting a cat groomed, yeah that’s basically what it’s like to try and make Oatchi take a bath (screaming and trying to escape)

Oatchi is scared of thunderstorms, so when they happen, he runs over and snuggles against Shepherd’s leg. It’s only her leg because Shepherd also is afraid of thunderstorms and will hug the nearest person to her, either trying not to cry or just crying until the storm is over

Bernard has at least 7 backup pairs of shades, just in case one breaks

Russ can not for the life of him spell certain long words like emergency or onomatopoeia. His brain just short circuits and he has to look it up every time

No one on the crew (aside from the Rookie) is good at rhythm games

Russ's parents still call him, and even sometimes bring him (and the entire crew) freshly baked cookies

And finally, Shepherd will often surprise the other members of her crew with gifts, and refuses to take any payment for the new gifts. She also has on her calendar important dates like her crewmate's and dog's birthdays, hired dates, and even her crewmate's parent's birthdays, just so she can celebrate with them too.