#run-for-funner

[natandacat]

Anyone else thinking about a late 70s/80s era where a severely relapsing louis seeks out a daniel whose addiction has just gotten worse post-interview, featuring the worst bender in vampire and human recent history intermingled with a truly toxic and codependent romance... and of course who's there, with mop and mindlessness, to clean it up... by erasing their memories once again...

[luffysprincess]

Today was such a long and busy day but a really good one and im very thankful for that ᰔ

[alvinmichaelmurphyseville]

"I am baaack and ready to rock Winter Break next week!"

"But first, I wanna RUN outside in the cold until I am ready for hot cocoa!"

"BRING ON THE HOLIDAY FUUUN!!!!"

[pinemartenstudios]

Chapter 5, aka THE FINALE, is out! If you have read the story til the end I hope you liked it ^^

[saeraas]

UMISHO WHY DIDNT YOU SWITCH TO HC

[sarayashikidays]

I TRULEY wish the anime didn't fuck my brain up when I watch more than one episode and cover my face when I know an attack animation is coming up, I want to see Kurama change his outfits that much so I can think of how and why

[satanicspinosaurus]

I don't think I've ever seen a better argument for "Hey, why did Gale think he had a chance?"

Aldiirn showing up to all those long rest events dressed like this

[avis-writeshq]

hi! could i request track one with spencer reid where reader gets drunk and needy for spencer 😭 but he denies (cuz yk shes drunk) and just takes care of him please? thank you!

off my face — spencer reid

summary: “i’m off my face in love with you.” in which reader gets drunk and spencer has to nurse her back to health. pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: established relationship, fluff warnings: rated 16+ for allusions to smut, reader gets drunk, reader wears lipstick and a dress, mentions of throwing up [not in detail], spencer being sickeningly perfect, lots of pet names, inspired by that one video of matthew. you know which one i’m talking about. a/n: i er… got carried away because i love this trope 😔 i am in fact obsessed wc: 1.23k

It’s too loud. Granted, it’s a club; it’s supposed to be loud. Spencer cringes a little as the music somehow manages to get even louder and he sips at his coke. He has your purse in his lap and he’s also manning your drink like a guard dog; moving himself to the furthest seat in the booth that is away from the crowd. Your inevitable return is a lot sooner than he expected, and he watches with amusement as you slide into the booth and curl into his side, reaching for your drink. 

“Have fun?” Spencer asks with a soft laugh, one arm wrapping around your shoulders as he presses a kiss to the top of you head. 

“Mm,” you hum in affirmation, eagerly sipping at the sugary concoction in front of you. “Would’ve been funner with you, baby.”

He laughs louder at that, rolling his eyes teasingly and squeezing at the flesh of your waist. “You know it wouldn’t have been.”

“Bet you’d be real sexy with all that sweat dripping off you,” you coo, your voice sickeningly sweet as your fingers move to toy with the buttons of his shirt. 

Your fingers are wet with the condensation from the chilled glass of your cocktail and they brush against the sensitive skin of his collarbone. A shudder runs down his spine at the contact, and his cheeks grow hot. His hand finds your wrist and he holds it firmly, but not enough to hurt. 

“Don’t,” he says, half jokingly half seriously as he moves his head to track your gaze. “How much have you had to drink, angel?”

You ignore the question, moving your fingers upward to brush against a blooming purple mark near his collar. A pout rests on your lips as you gesture to it, a frown forming on your face. “Who gave this to you?”

He bristles, moving the flap of his collar to cover the bruise. “You did. This morning.”

“Oh yeah!” The smile returns to your face awfully fast and a giggle bubbles up from your throat. “You love me.”

“I do,” he agrees, kissing your head again. 

Your expression is all too gleeful as you move your head just at the right time so that he lips would meet yours. He pulls away after a brief moment, about to say something else, when you effectively cut him off by pressing a wet kiss to his cheek. 

“Angel– sweetheart, you’re very drunk,” he says gently, prying your needy fingers away and holding them firmly in his hand. 

“Nuh uh,” you deny, leaning forward again and kissing his neck right where you left a mark earlier that morning. 

He jolts at the contact, pulling away as pink rises to his cheeks. “We’re not doing this while you’re drunk, honey.”

You blatantly ignore him, maneuvering yourself so that you’s practically half on his lap with your arms wrapped loosely around his neck. He doesn’t mind the attention, per se. He just feels incredibly guilty about enjoying it when you’re loopy from all the cocktails you have had. You’re pressing kisses against his cheeks while your hands play with the collar of his shirt, tugging at the purple tie you chose earlier that day and there are lipstick stains all over his skin. He’s well aware of it; bright red with a sticky residue and he will forever not understand how you can wear it all the time. 

His tie has come undone entirely and you pull at his shirt to kiss dangerously close to his collarbone. 

“Okay–” he’s flushing scarlet and he doesn’t dare meet the eyes of anyone in the team. “Okay, baby, that’s enough. Let’s get you home.”

“Ooh,” you giggle, wiggling your eyebrows with insinuation.

“You need sleep.” He says it sternly, although you don’t seem to grasp the concept. 

“What kind of sleep?” You ask, winking. 

He shakes his head, amused and exasperated, as he rebuttons his shirt and reties his tie. “The REM kind. Come on, angel. Say good night to your friends.”

You giggle tiredly, waving goodbye to your friends. Penelope looks absolutely hammered, wiggling her eyebrows at you with an expression full of insinuation. Emily is smirking in your direction, swirling her martini around before taking a sip. JJ looks equally elated, snickering softly as she holds onto Will’s arm. 

Spencer ushers you gently into his car, leaning over the console to open the glove box on your side and brandishing a packet of micellar water wipes. He takes out two for himself before passing the rest of them to you.

“For your makeup,” he explains, wiping the lipstick marks off his cheeks. “I’ll help you with your skincare when we get home, alright?”

You’re in love. It isn’t long before he’s helping you up the stairs of his apartment and sitting you gently on the couch. Your eyes are droopy and it seems like the sugar high from your cocktails is wearing off. Spencer runs his fingers through your hair gently while he holds a glass of cold water to your lips, urging you to drink. You only do it to appease him and once he’s satisfied with your water intake, he’s reaching for the zip of your dress.

“Someone’s needy,” you coo, giggling as he pulls it down to just below your ribcage. “Gonna rough me up?”

“No.” He answers it swiftly, and had you been sober your heart would have split in two. He continues, “I’m going to put you in something more comfortable and then you’re going to sleep.”

“Boring.”

“No, it’s not– it’s not boring,” he flounders, his cheeks growing hotter at your words. He can’t believe he’s arguing with a drunk person. “It’s not boring, baby, it’s safe. Alcohol is a neuro inhibitor. There’s a reason why you can’t drink and drive and it’s because the brain’s neural activity patterns are suppressed or blocked. That’s also the reason why you can’t ask a drunk person for consent; they don’t know or understand what’s going on around them.”

You’ve half fallen asleep at his explanation, the sleeves of your dress falling down your arms and a shiver runs down your spine. “So we’re not going to be partaking in passionate steamy love making?”

“No, we’re not,” he confirms, pulling your favourite pair of cotton pyjamas over your head. It’s a pale pink set with little bows prints all over it and a lacy collar. “Lift your hips for me, angel, I need to get the shorts on you.”

You comply, kicking the dress off into some forbidden corner of the room and Spencer takes this chance to slip the matching shorts onto your legs and up your thighs. The rest of the night is smooth sailing from there– he has successfully applied your skincare in such a way that you would be singing his praises. He has also managed to get you to drink another cup of water, and even though you’re going to wake up complaining about the fact you need to pee. He’d rather you complain about that instead of some raging headache. 

Spencer climbs under the covers next to you, pulling you into his chest and kissing your shoulder. A soft snore leaves your lips and he can’t help but chuckle. Passed out, as expected. 

“Good night, angel,” he murmurs into your ear, holding you tight. “See you in the morning.”

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[bigsoggyboots]

Sevika & Mel HC's

(both silly and serious)

(pt. 2 here)

Mel Medarda:

☆ smells amazing. has a strong amber and vanilla scent to her that's become her signature. to draw in new suitors, she leans in close, enough to startle but not scare away, when she wants to propose a deal.

☆ when she blushes the tips of her ears burn bright. to brush it off, she pretends to curl some hair behind her ear.

☆ prominent dimples. it's a trait she gets unknowingly from her father that she's grown to like.

☆ doesn't know her sexuality and doesn't care for it. not everything needs a label to her. it's more about the beings and the morals of a person.

☆ (going on with the last point), one thing that really does matter to her is her lover's hygiene. an unhygienic person is a huge turn off for her. it ruins any chance to drive the relationship further.

☆ is a person who snorts when she laughs. ever mention it, and it's the one time she gets embarrassed.

☆ if you call her a pretty princess (and depending on how close you two are), she'll laugh and do a little twirl.

☆ loves the rain. it's the nights she sleeps the best and the days where meetings can be canceled. the same can be said for snow, but she doesn't like the cold as much.

☆ is a slow dance girl. loves the romantic atmosphere and vibe it brings to any event. most likely one of the only times, she's not careful and calculated.

☆ loves Elora's handwriting. buys her the fanciest pens even when Elora insists not to.

☆ hates being asked obvious questions. if Elora doesn't answer for her, they're met with one of her favorite sayings.

"Well, Sherlock, I'm aware I'm not wearing my signature white dress. However, I suppose there are far more important things to comment on, hm?"

Sevika:

☆ hates her deep eyebags. she hates the physical sign of how deep and stressed her being is. but like how other people treat her, she ignores it.

☆ though she uses shimmer to power up her arm, any other use forbidden. it's one of the very few limits she has for her drugs and its uses.

☆ when Sevika is mad, she cries. 99% of the time, she has to pretend not to be and turn her head away once a tear does fall. (if you pay attention to certain emotional scenes of hers, her eyes tremble before recuperating and swallowing her fear and heightening her anger.)

☆ is a lesbian and blunt about it. gets a little disgusted if you think otherwise.

☆ shares stuff with Silco all the time. if Silco loses a lighter, or a fancy piece of jewelry, he already knows who to ask.

☆(going on with the last point,) is one of those people who borrows something and never gives it back. you have to ask her about it for her to even hand it over.

"I was thinking about keeping this one, but I guess you can have it."

she'll begrudgingly hand it over then.

☆ not a pet name person. if you're her girl, she addresses you by name. why? many reasons. one she'll never admit however is that, if you pass, she'll never forget how to say the name that claimed her heart.

☆ her guilty pleasure is being a dad joke lover. she'll crack and give a smug smile at it. really, she's shiting her pants trying not to laugh.

☆ Isha is probably one of the only kids not scared of her. it's an uncomfortable yet soft feeling she hasn't gotten used to. she sort of likes it.

☆ picks her fingers and grinds her teeth a lot. its such a subconscious thing she does that even Silco comments on it.

☆ gatekeeps the fuck outta her lipstick shade. she doesn't need her supply running out. you'll just get a shady side eye from her when you ask.

(it's my first time posting about hc's. this was a lot funner than I thought. def something I'd do again. also, experimenting with different looks.)

[badbihsemiluvr]

summer temptations 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

semi (player 380) x female reader

!! cw/tw!! public sex, degrading, f!ngering, slight public nudity, getting caught

overview: you’ve done a lot of crazy things in your life, but you never imagined having hot tub s3x with your girlfriend semi, would be one of them. and getting caught, by your own family.

!! an !! hi sorry if there are any grammar errros, wrote this in a few hours!! intentionally lowercase, lmk if yall want a pt 2 or sum

the moonlight glistening on the beautiful beach, as you and your girlfriend semi sat alone in the resort hot tub.

it had been a long day at the beach with your family and semi. you caught semi looking at your wet body, her eyes black and glossy, filled with lust. “what’s the matter baby?” you say tilting your head seductively.

she motioned you to sit on her lap, you comply, straddling your body over hers. semi grabs your waist and whispers in your ear “you know what you were doing to me wearing that tiny bikini, today.” she says fiddling with the straps of your bikini top, barely covering your breasts.

you can barely look semi in the eyes, your gaze stays down locked on semis wet body, her abs glistening under the light of the hot tub. you bite your lip and look up into her eyes. “i’m sorry, i didn’t know my cute bathing suit would get you this horny.” with a slight laugh.

semi mutters “it was impossible to control myself, all day, around your family. your a slut for this.” your gaze shifts away from hers, a bit flustered. “i’m sorry” you say, not really meaning it.

semi grabs your chin and makes you look her in the eyes “no, don’t be sorry princess. you can make it up to me.” she says with a wink. your eyes scan the area, making sure no one is watching this intimate moment, between you two.

you whisper “semi, not - not here, right?” timidly. semi says in a serious tone “why not, no one is here? plus, who cares, it’s funner this way.” a slight smirk forming on her lips. passion takes over your body as semi whispers in your ears and her hands slither all over your wet body.

“i mean, who could it hurt, if we did it right here?” you say shyly. “that’s my girl.” semi says as her lips crash passionately onto yours, the kiss heating up by the second. your hands wrap around semi’s neck as your hips grinds against hers.

semi breaks the kiss, looking you in the eye “this needy, already? god your such a whore.” you nod, biting your lip. she starts sucking on your neck, leaving love marks everywhere. you let out light, soft moans as she sucks your sensitive skin. making sure no one can hear the two of you.

“your gonna have to be quiet, or else.” semi says, not an ounce of joking around in her voice. she grabs your boobs, and plants hickeys on the exposed skin of your breasts. “such a slutty outfit for a beach day with family, brave huh?” you nod your head, grabbing her messy black hair, as her lips graze over your nipples.

she moves her hand down your body, grabbing your thighs and ass aggressively, making your whole body flinch. semi meddles with the straps of your tiny bikini bottoms. rubbing her long fingers over your clothed cunt. “ah already this wet for me, you really have no patience?” semi whispers in your ear.

she pulls your bikini bottoms slightly to the side, just enough for her to access you. the touch of her cold fingers mixed with the hot water, made you moan. semi moves her free hand up to cover your mouth “what the fuck did i tell you? stay quiet.” you bite your lip, in attempt to keep your moans in.

semis fingers run up and down your clit, playing with it, you arch your back at the feeling. she teases her fingers at your entrance, making you more impatient. “s-semi please just-“ you tremble. “please, what? use your words.” semi says staring you in the eye. “please get in me, now.” you say with urgency in your voice, not knowing when someone could come around the corner to find you two fucking.

“that’s my good girl.” semi says as she inserts her fingers into you slowly, she starts thrusting them in and out of you. your heartbeat increases, and you arch your back at the feeling of semis long fingers deep inside of you. you let out quiet moans and whimpers just loud enough to be heard by someone nearby.

with each moan you let out, semis motions get faster and rougher. “s-semi, god this feels so good” you say squirming. “god you are such a fucking sensitive slut.” semi says speeding up her motions, grasping your hips harshly.

your nails dig into her back, as her fingers get deep and deeper inside of you. semi breaks the kiss and tucks your messy, wet hair behind your ears. “your so tight, my god.” she says laughing as your walls clench around her fingers.

the two of you are sweaty, wet, hot messes. the hot tub filled with moans, completely disregarding the fact the two of you are out in a public place. you hear a muffled noise in the distance, that sounded like people walking, but you ignore it being completely in bliss by semi’s finger fucking.

you tremble at her touch and say “s-semi, i’m really close baby.” semi slaps your ass and says “you got it baby, youre taking it like the absolute slut you are.” your vision goes white and you throw your head back, being in complete ecstasy.

you moan her name so loudly, anyone outside could hear it, and release all over semis fingers. she keeps her motions steady, helping you ride out the pleasure. you hear someone in the near distance yell “WHAT THE FUCK?? IS THAT Y/N MOANING??”

you look at semi with wide eyes, completely in shock. “oh my fucking god.” semi says, with a distraught look on her face. “someone caught us” she says with a slight smirk on her face. i place a light slap on her cheek saying “are u stupid? who else here would know my name?” i say as i see my family walking around the corner. luckily, we were both clothed, but a hot sweaty fucked out mess.

“uhm, hi” you say timidly to your family, as they just walked in on the two of you 1 minute post fuck. “what’s going on over here” your brother says, with a disgusted look on his face. semi quickly interrupts making a stupid, unbelievable excuse, and says “oh, yea, so y/n fell into the hot tub and i had to help her.” “ah, ok” your brother says with a nod, knowing that’s not what was happening. “you two should get to bed” your parents say with concerned and disappointed looks on their faces. “ah, yes we should. long day tomorrow.” you say avoiding eye contact with them.

your family walks away, whispering to each other. semi has a giant grin plastered across her face. “I fell in, huh?” you say jokingly. semi mutters “yea right, you fell right into my fingers.” your jaw drops and you laugh off the awkwardness of the situation planting a soft, loving kiss on semis lips. “i love you.” semi says pulling away from the kiss, picking your weak self up bridal style.

. . . . . (WOULD ANYONE LIKE A PT 2???) 🤍

[inholover4l]

thanos x f/reader drabbles!

warnings: mentions of sex, drugs, drinking and driving.

a/n: this is my first ever post and first attempt at writing so please give me any constructive criticism if you have any!!

stay in tonight? ༉‧₊˚.

being thanos’s girlfriend means being dragged out till almost 4am every weekend, unless you can manage to beg your way out of it and convince him to stay home instead - usually by means of sex. sometimes he’ll try to coax you out. “come on, all my friends are waiting for me, baby,” he’d protest, taking another hit of his vape before puffing out a well practiced smoke ring. “it’ll just be for a few hours…” he nuzzles his nose against your neck. 

“i’m tired!”

you’d whine, snugging closer to his chest, hoping the overwhelming warmth of your body heat combined might make him too comfortable to leave. 

“i tired you out, huh?” he quipped, a cocky smirk forming on his face, raising a brow suggestively as he took yet another hit. he exhaled slowly, the sickeningly sweet cherry flavour flooding your nostrils, making your nose twitch slightly. you decided to play into it, feeding his ego with a pouty nod, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

“please stay. i’ll make it worth your time.”

you’d convince, letting your hand rest on his lower abdomen, stroking at his happy trail lightly.

he grinned, glancing at you and then behind his shoulder, over at his phone on the bedside table. he mussed up his bright purple hair a little aggressively, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully before nodding.

“bet,” he’d hum, reaching over with a grunt and pressing on a message before his fingers began to tap out a text to his friends, rainbow coloured nails moving rapidly before he flung his phone back carelessly. he spread his thighs apart and flashed you a cheeky grin, before leaning his back against the headboard expectantly, abs poking against his skin as he got comfortable.

“well?”

biggest influence! ༉‧₊˚.

sure, maybe dating thanos had made your quality of life deteriorate slightly but sometimes you preferred it. you felt like a funner person at times. at first he’d made you feel like a total prude for refusing to smoke or do something crazy like get a tattoo in the middle of the night. he’d slowly corrupted you. 

you were quite the pair. most of the people in your apartment complex absolutely hated him, or rather the both of you. one day they’d have to deal with hearing you both scream at the top of your lungs at each other, often kicking each other out. the other days they’d have to overhear all sorts of nasty stuff, most often you screaming his name out as he pounded into you after an argument. 

he was your biggest influence now. you’d even dyed your hair a couple of weeks ago, a pale pink to match his bright purple. he’d loved it. “now you really look like thanos’s girl, huh?” he’d tease you, running his hand through your hair. he adored it but he didn’t know if it was because the colour just looked incredibly hot on you or it showed him how deep your devotion to him was. it was probably both. 

now, you were at the gas station, picking out snacks as he tended to his car. you had a lolly in your hand as you picked up a beer for him and headed to the till, smiling at the cashier, a guy of around 20 or so, who was sort of dorky but kind of cute. 

you smiled and made a little small talk as he rung the items up, nodding at your every word. he looked as though he was practically creaming himself at the sight of you in your tiny black mini skirt and barely there top. 

when you walked back out , thanos was standing by your door and opened it for you, taking the beer and eyeing your figure as he placed the bottle at his lips, unscrewing it with his teeth. he spat the lid out before walking back over to his seat. 

you took a few licks of your lolly, letting out a little happy “mhm” at the nostalgic taste of the bright red candy as he lit up one of his pre-rolled blunts, propping it up between his lips.

you’d help him out, whenever he let out a little “babe” and gestured over to his beer bottle. you leaned over the centre console, taking the blunt out of his mouth and holding it in one as the other hand reached over to hand him his beer as he swerved recklessly.

this was your idea of a perfect lifestyle. one that your parents would surely lecture you over the next time you came home with “that purple haired freak” as your father liked to call him.

[drdemonprince]

I think think about your piece How to Go Places Alone And Not Feel Like A Freak Looser (or something to that affect) quite often.

While it is uncomfortable, tiring, nerve wracking, to feel like or be the odd one out, I am at least used to the feeling. It takes nerve but (especially as a kid/teen) have always gone to things alone and, once I get over myself, enjoy not caring what anyone thinks about my presence.

As an (ever transsexualizing >:) adult, I am getting back into doing & dressing however I want in public (embarrassing yourself is inevitable, might as well enjoy life!). This is a funner, freer, outlook, but I hoped being more myself would help me find my people.

I’m used to the awful feeling of being an alien freak looser (real or imagined) so I can hype myself up to be in my own world when I’m out. But I wonder if doing this, and choosing events based on interest instead of demographics or friendship, reinforces my felling of disconnect with people. It’s easier to accept, and dress like, I’ll always stick out (be alone) than it is to imagine mimicking those around me.

I went to an explicitly cruisey new years night and instead of studying the crowd intensely trying to fit in, wore my shiny platforms, smiled at people, and danced just for the fun of it. Feeling good about myself and enjoying my experience requires an ‘eh fuck ‘em’ attitude. I can enjoy being in public seeing all my fellow earthlings but it does not feel social. And I realize, my time there felt anything but sexy. I wasn’t about to walz into the darkroom (let’s walk before we run), but I hate that I couldn’t feel comfortable in this place I’ve always wanted to be.

I return to the same questions everywhere I go: I can exist, but how am I supposed to learn the codes of a space when I can’t study (ruminate) from afar?

How could I ever be social when (even joyous and embodied) I can’t get out of my own head?

How do you know when it’s time to listen to your gut and when to play into a social game?

I understand what you mean about the duality between doing your own thing in your own little alien bubble and actively placing effort into connecting with the people around you (which often feels like it requires masking).

But, from my perspective, both of those are strategies for dealing with social overwhelm -- one is more dissociative, and the other's more compensatory. Both of them reflect a discomfort with the people in the space. And they're both perfectly reasonable ways to deal with such feelings! But the way to move forward, at least in my experience, is to continue attending events until you attain enough familiarity with them that you actually start feeling more comfortable.

You said you didn't feel sexy at this cruisy party, and certainly weren't ready to venture into the dark room. That's fine! You can work your way up in whatever order of activities is least intimidating to most intimidating to you.

The first few times that I go to a club, I need anywhere from a few minutes to an hour to get warmed up enough to really dance on the floor and take up a ton of space and make weird gestures. I spend a lot of time lurking in the corner or reading a book at the bar at first. After I've been there a number of times, I know the deal of the space better, recognize a few people, maybe have developed a rapport with the door guy or a regular, and it gets easier to branch out and feel more at ease in my skin. People intuit this and approach me more often when I'm feeling more comfortable, and my reactions have fewer exit ramps built into them (one of my protective instincts is to throw out a lot of conversation-enders that make people feel rejected, lmaoo good one me).

The same general principles I've described here can apply to any new social challenge, including a bar with a backroom where people are fucking. Show up again. Do your thing. Maybe find a spot to post up and observe, since you mentioned an interest in doing that. Bring a book or some knitting if you want, and wear whatever outfit helps you feel comfortable and good with yourself. The first few times you do all this, people may get strong "I'm Doing My Own Thing Leave Me Alone" vibes from you, as they often do from Autistics, and that's fine. You're still learning and acclimating from being there. After a couple of tries, head into that back room. It's not as exciting as you think it's gonna be. You might get to watch some fucking or you might just see a bunch of guys pacing around who are just as awkward as you feel that you are. But then you'll know what it's like. And then you just keep showing up, and observing and participating in small ways (watching is participation in a sex club!), and you'll get steadily more involved in the space and connected to the people each time that you do.

I've been going to pet patrol nights for a long time and I've only just now gotten to the point where I can chat up random people and get into hookups relatively easily, instead of just standing around mutely hoping someone will approach me. Bringing friends has helped a ton to relax me and make me seem more approachable to others, too, so you could try that!

for anyone wondering here's the full piece

[pukefactory]

.·:*CLOUDBERRY JAM*:·.

⊹ Summary: A compilation of headcannons featuring N as your caregiver

⊹ Character(s): Serial Designation N (Murder Drones)

⊹ Genre: Headcanons, Fluff, SFW

⊹ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

˗ˏˋ He was initially confused when you first told him about your regressing, but after explaining it to him he was absolutely ready to take care of you. You may have been his friend prior to this but now you’re his little friend!

˗ˏˋ N likes to be your big brother when you regress. You call him that and he immediately knows you’re in little space; right there to play with you! He doesn’t seem to mind many of the nicknames you give him but big brother is his ultimate favourite. As for what he calls you, well, you’re little buddy of course! He may also call you ‘budster’ sometimes.

˗ˏˋ N totally adores colouring and doodling with you. He always has paper, a set of crayons and a colouring book on hand just in case you wanna do some artsy things. If you draw anything for him at all he’ll be so happy, overjoyed even! He loves your drawings so much that he hangs them up in Uzi’s room just so he can see them everyday.

˗ˏˋ He claps and praises you with genuine enthusiasm whenever you finish something. Finally finished that big colouring page? He claps with joy. You give him a drawing of a doggy? He showers you and your drawing with so many compliments you almost drown in it.

˗ˏˋ Expect to be carried around a lot even when you don’t ask for it. You basically weigh nothing to N and if he can carry you from point A to point B he will do so. This is mainly for safety purposes but he also doesn’t want you to tire yourself out on big journeys. You’re practically glued to his shoulders a majority of the time. He just likes holding you close to him, really.

˗ˏˋ When you least anticipate it, N will run up behind you, lift you up and play airplane with you! He’ll hold you up in the air and make sputtering plane noises as he jogs around. He can keep at it for a while too, so you’re not being put down unless you request it. He also loves to spin you around in his arms.

˗ˏˋ If you’re in any kind of emotional distress he is right there by your side. He’ll cuddle you, rock you back and forth and whisper affirmations until you feel a little less icky. When you’re ready, he’ll go retrieve a cute blanket, wrap it around you and keep comforting you. N doesn’t mind if you fall asleep on him, in fact that means you’ve calmed down enough to rest. He’s delighted that he’s able to help you so much.

˗ˏˋ N is way too much of a softy to even be slightly assertive with you. You’re just his little budster, after all! Whatever you do wrong can’t possibly be that bad. However, if you’re being very bratty, Uzi will be the one to put you in time out as well as scold you. Flash N your best puppy eyes though and he’ll swiftly pull you off that step; he can’t stay mad at his buddy!

˗ˏˋ He is the best when it comes to playtime. He’s extremely hands on, doesn’t mind getting dirty with paint, dirt, mud, it doesn’t matter to him. He loves doing anything and everything with you, so if you wanna make a pie that is entirely constructed from soil you, best believe he’s on board with that. More traditional playtimes are fine with him as well but he’s more interested in your stranger versions of amusement, it’s funner!

˗ˏˋ It’s not unusual for him to fall asleep with you after putting you down for a nap. He tucks you in all nice and snug in a fluffy doggy blanket, cuddles you till you fall asleep before accidentally falling asleep himself - he can’t help it! He was scared that you would be mad at him the first couple of times it happened, yet you felt anything but anger. Now it’s a common occurrence to snooze with big brother N; nap time is a lot more comfortable because of it.

[spr1ngbunnypvrin]

🐾 Feral Vampire You x William Afton Headcanon – You Are Just a Little Beast™ �� (Unlike most vampires, you doesn’t become suave, elegant, or hypnotic... Instead, you is feral—snarling, hissing, moving on all fours if necessary to get your prey. William would expect something tragic and dark like in a dramatic film or vampire romance novel, and then—here you are, biting anyone who dares to touch you and sucking their blood.)

so imagine this

🎭 William EXPECTED: A Dark, Tragic Vampire Arc

William, in his dramatic mind, assumed your transformation would be all brooding, elegance, and tragic poetry.

He was fully prepared for you to start wearing Victorian outfits, sipping blood from crystal glasses, and speaking in riddles.

Maybe you’d lean in close, whispering in a low, hypnotic voice, "I hunger for you, William..."

But NO. What does he get?

🦇 William GOT: A Feral Little Beast™

You don’t walk—you prowl.

You don’t drink blood with dignity—you latch onto people like a wild animal.

You hiss and snarl at anyone who gets too close. You bite first, ask questions never.

The first time he tries to calmly approach you, you dive at him like a rabid raccoon.

He barely dodges, adjusting his suit. "Alright. So we’re doing this the hard way."

You move on all fours when you’re hunting. ALL. FOURS.

One time, William wakes up at night, and you’re just crawling across the ceiling.

He almost has a heart attack.

"Oh, for God’s sake—WILL YOU STOP THAT."

You just blink at him like a little gremlin before scurrying away into the shadows.

💀 You Bite FIRST, Think Later

If someone even slightly annoys you? CHOMP.

A guy bumps into you at a bar? Instant bite attack.

Someone grabs William’s wrist too hard? You’re already sinking your fangs in.

No one is safe.

Not even William.

"Did you just bloody BITE me?!"

"You smell good."

"I— THAT IS NOT AN EXCUSE!"

🏃 The Time You Tried to Hunt William

In full FERAL mode, your brain short-circuits one night and decides that William = prey.

He’s sitting in his office, minding his business. Suddenly?

The lights flicker.

You’re crouched in the doorway. Watching. Waiting.

"Oh, brilliant. My own partner has turned into a bloody cryptid."

He doesn’t take you seriously—until you LUNGE at him.

He BOLTS.

William Afton, a grown man, is now sprinting through the halls, being chased by you.

You are on all fours.

You hiss whenever he turns corners too fast.

"I am NOT about to be eaten alive in my own building!"

"DON’T RUN. IT MAKES IT FUNNER!"

🌙 Eventually, You Become Clingy Instead of Feral

After your bloodlust settles, you go from hunter to clingy menace.

You start nuzzling against William instead of biting.

Instead of attacking people, you just wrap your wings around William possessively.

"Mine."

"Yes, yes, you batty menace. I know."

You STILL hiss at people you don’t like, but now you do it while curled up in William’s lap.

William still sighs every time you do something unhinged, but at this point?

He’s accepted it.

You’re his feral little vampire now.

[i-like-forcefem]

Fuck. I could actually eat you up. I was just going to send you that ask and call it a day. I couldn't resist checking back again, sure, and it was very funny to see how flustered you are - but even then, I wasn't going to interact anymore. I mean, SERIOUSLY love, you sure left enough blood in the water reacting there. I'm sure a sweet girl like you can attract plenty of other well-meaning sharks if you're really thattt intent on flailing.

But then I saw how many times you've posted just thinking about this. I couldn't help reading and rereading you tripping over yourself. I mean, it, is, just, precious, hahaha. I turn your wind-up key once, and this little clockwork doll can't help running round, and round, and round like it's all she's ever been built to do. I don't know which I love more. The carefully spilt nothing-verses of stammering and rambling you had to choose to send (just to make it so clear how much you love playing the role) or some of the genuinely confused typos that show how quickly you really have typed, how head-spun and silly you sincerely have been at points since I said hi. Don't be too enamoured by me, sweetie. It's easy to point out someone's place when you can tell how desperately they want to be there. See how badly you want to play?

And fuck, you're so polite. Shy little thank you ma'ams. All those lovely compliments, peppered with Goshes and Gollies like you were raised puckering up to soap. And doing your best to stress to me, it's okay if I don't dm you, you're just PATHETICALLY grateful, please please please no worries either way but if you want to then it would be REALLY COOL...

How could I not kiss whatever mark I've made better after that???

So hello again, little wound-up doll. Well done on being so sweet - I think you've earned a treat. I'm going to be leaving you again after this, I'm afraid, but don't you worry. You may not know who I am, but I know who YOU are. A very good girl. A girl I could tease by dressing up just how I like her, tracing her collarbone just to hear a sweet little gasp. One I could teach to smile, curtesy, and behave herself as I mould her from silly stuttering mess to my prize possession. One who couldn't ever protest, not about the humiliating things I make her do for my amusement, not of whether her pink face is most perfect thing I've ever had the privilege of prettying, and CERTAINLY not of whether she wants any of it. Because she's been begging for it. And if I have to discipline you over my knee while you read out these transparent confessions you've written here to beg me to perform each and every one, I'll do it until I know you mean it.

But... promise not to tell, but between us, I'd believe you the moment you opened your mouth. Mixed-up things like you are just too concentrated, too serviceable, and too desperate not to be subconsciously squealing the truth. I can always hear it. Look at how you've responded, and tell me that your clockwork wasn't always strung tightly to one place alone. That's not why we play these games.

The secret is, even if a wind-up doll does a very pretty dance on her own, sometimes it's even funner to hold her parts and move them around yourself. I know who you are, cutie-pie. So do you. That's why I want to force you to be yourself anyway.

Keep writing, mkay? I'll be reading, I promise. And smiling.

HOLE FUCK THAT JUST- I-

(follow up on this I-)

Just, THANKS MA'M

Gosh just so amazing like- I, gosh

Can't even think after that one just

Wow

Thanks a lot for the attention Miss, know it's incredibly appreciated, you are so so so talented at um- this >< - and I hope you'll have the enjoyment in this space you deserve (whether sub dom or otherwise)

Gosh just- Incredibly amazing (I, wow gosh, just actually stunned me when I've got places to be and just woke and so flustered and just wow)

-I um, hope my little dances will amuse you Miss

And I'm glad you're not feeling the pressure to do more, just showing up, putting me in my place, and ending it when you see fit

I'm glad you can take care of yourself!!!

I wish you a lot of love and support and nice things!!! Thanks so much for everything

And I hope you'll have a nice day just- yeah gosh wow

[everdreamtheseclowns]

INTRO ──★ ˙♦️ ̟ !!

“Salutations, dudes, dudettes, and every single solidarity pixel of the world wide web! Time-traveler Chester Titor here! Ever wanted to see what happens when you give a demonic killer clown that lurks from the depths of your nightmares and his most devoted mortal follower, both of which are currently stuck in the ancient year 1955, access to modern day social media? Well, You’ve come to the right place!” -🛸

CONT’D BELOW CUT!! (Including character intros, basic etiquette, boundaries, etc.)

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CHARACTERS ──★ ˙♦️ ̟ !!

Unlikely (Nightmare Clown) ♠️🃏

“Anon” (Mask Clown) ♥️🤡

Chester Titor 🛸👽

.★⋅.──────.˳★˳.──────.⋅★.

“Now that you’re here, let’s talk about the two circus freaks that this account is reallly about! (I mean…sure, i’m apart of this whole thing too, but…c’mon, read the room!)”-🛸

“Let’s start off with the big man himself—The night hag, The primordial chucklenuts from the void, The grin reaper! The-“-🛸

“The clown that’ll be the reason you end up in a horrifically overdue grave?” -🃏

“…well dang, i was just hamming you up! No need to get your taco in a twist, man!” -🛸

“Mmmmhmm~ that’s what i thought, Titor. Now make like an egg n’ beat it for me. Lest i end up scramblin’ you like one!”-🃏

“SO not cool, dude… but i’ll dip.”-🛸

“Good, good…now…”-🃏

♠️🃏”What say you to a little GAME?”🃏♦️

MEET UNLIKELY! (AKA The Nightmare Clown)

(Biologically) 100+ years old, (Physically/Mentally in his late 30s-early 50s

Voice Headcanon: DJ Grooves (AHiT)

Speech indicator: signed with 🃏, ♠️/♦️ + RED text!

He isn’t the sweetest ball of sunshine around, feel free to expect the worst from him. He’s just peachy when he wants to be though

He likes human contact! Go ahead, approach the clown! he won’t bite! (Reverse psychology woooooo)

A sore winner and a sore loser. A sore player even. Every last ounce of him is sore. Yeah.

The only thing bigger than himself is his ego. Followed by his appetite, greed, and sportsmanship (or rather the lack thereof). All of which are at an unrecordable size.

Despite his knack for bloodshed, and all things carnage, he has a strong sweet tooth! He favors the more sugary cuisines (Cotton candy, cake, ice cream, anything that stands out to him)

Totally doesn’t secretly run an underground society of mortals wearing clown masks that devote their entire existence to him

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“…What’s the fun in playing all these games if you know you’re going to win? It’s kind of anticlimactic methinks”-🛸

“What isn’t the fun ‘bout it? It’s definitely funner when you don’t got a pathetic lil’ morsel in your ear screamin’ about some “YoUr gAmE iS rIgGeD!!””-🃏

“Heyyyy!!! I don’t scream like that :c”-🛸

“I don’t mind it one bit though! After all, it ain’t like they’re gonna be screamin’ their heads off any longer—once they’re CUT CLEAN OFF!”-🃏

“True, however, there’s a possibility that they’d still be alive for a short duration of time afterward, considering that bodiless heads can still function semi-properly, albeit for only a few seconds. But yes, they physically be incapable of screaming post-decapitation.”-🤡

“Hey! Where’d you come from?”-🛸

“…”-🤡

“Ya see? I even got my own second in command to back me up! Where’s yours, Titor? Scared her off or somethin?”-🃏

“…moving on.”-🛸

“It’s…!”-🛸

♣️🤡”ANON!”🤡♥️

MEET “ANON”!

⚠️NOTE: “Anon” is a PLACEHOLDER NAME for the Clown Mask man in TNMN. This character has no official name as of the moment this is all being typed. This section is subject to change in the future, if any more information regarding this guy’s identity is revealed in the tnmn canon.⚠️

33 years old. (8/11/1922)

Voice Headcanon, in the cases where he rarely speaks out: L Lawliet (Death Note)

Speech indicators: signed with 🤡, ♥️/♣️, BLUE text + small letters

Small text will be used for his speech, since i headcanon him to speak in a very soft tone, by default. Only ever raising his voice when experiencing intense, overwhelming emotions

Isn’t good with presenting himself, and social cues. Has trouble communicating his thoughts, and feelings properly—considering how many would assume, upon initial meeting, that he lacks them.

Unlikely’s right hand man. Does errands and chores for the Big Top, all the while luring pedestrians into playing his boss’s inevitable games.

Rarely speaks, unless talking in regards to his boss (Unlikely), or to add onto a conversation

Knows too much. The government fears him.

Is neighbors with Chester, knew him before the incident occurred (2/9/1955), but didn’t become proper friends with him until then.

When he isn’t talking, he’d normally either write his thoughts out, draw, or reply with simple gestures.

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“Alright, Chestnut. You’re up…”-🃏

“Oh? Already?? Cool beans!”-🛸

“Yea, yea…don’t go all grandiose, grandpa. This ain’t about you, y’hear?…”-🃏

“Ughh,, fiiine…”-🛸

“But lemme just…ahem…”-🛸

“ohh boy.”-🃏

“Salutations, dudes, dudettes, and every single solidarity pixel of the world wide web! It’s (as seen on the news) Time-Traveler…

🐄🛸CHESTER TITOR, HERE!!🛸👽

47 years old (6/24/1908)

Voice Headcanon: Fiddleford McGucket (Gravity Falls)

Speech Indicators: Occasional typing quirks/modern “slang”, 👽/🛸/🐄, PURPLE text

He was on the daily newspaper. Twice! Such an achievement, i know.

Rots the brains of civilians nationwide with his obscure 21st century Pop/Internet culture references

Has an exact 42% chance of popping up during asks, even if they don’t have anything to do with him.

May or may not be friends with Aliens

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“Well, that’s just about enough out of us! Next stop: basic rules and etiquette! Bye-byeonara!”-🛸

BLOG RULES ──★ ˙♣️ ̟ !!

Basic blog rules:

The blog will open and close every so often to prevent influxes of asks. If there’s a lack of asks at the time of closing, they’ll stay open for a day or two

No Anonymous asks, for now. This fandom (TNMN) has a bad problem with anons and askboxes, as one who’s been in the Tumblr community for a while now should know. As per the beginning of this askblog’s existence, I’ll be keeping Anonymous asks off, for safety reasons.

Though i accept and often play into suggestive jokes about the three (🛸,🃏,🤡), borderline N$F₩ asks will be discarded. The person running this askblog (@gabbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ) is a MINOR!!

If i end up discarding or never answering your ask, it’s possibly because I was uncomfortable with it. I hate to do it, but. Yeah.

I may be on/off with this blog due to real life issues (in this specific case, School and other projects.) BUT i will make time for it though!

Please note that most of the stuff i make these characters say and do are based around HEADCANONS!! Their actions and thoughts aren’t entirely correct, unless proven otherwise by canon (or by Nachosamagames himself). However, i attempt to stay as close to whatever goes on in said canon as possible, aside from throwing in my theories and personal twists in there.