#slight hyperfixation I'm not going to lie

[thought-you-knew]

what more could i want

Paring: bob reynolds x fem!reader Summary: everything was great. the team finally semi functioning and stable. and most importantly, bob was doing great. what more could you ask for. Genre: fluff & angst Warnings: none Author's Note: this is the first time i'm actively writing for a current hyperfixation. the last time i wrote fanfiction was for one direction and that was a lifetime ago. i'm very rusty when it comes to writing. bob might be slightly ooc. i tried my best. 🥲 WC: 2.6k

Who knew a name could hold so much meaning to you, and how much a name could change everything. Bob, how has such a simple name managed to become so deeply intertwined with your very being so effortlessly? Almost as if it was meant to be there from the very start.

"Are you even listening to me?" You tear your gaze away from the open skies and look over to the pilot's seat. Yelena is already looking at you. More like staring through you.

"Hmm?"

"What's with you lately? Your mind always seems to be," she waves her hand in the air, "not focused."

You look away from her piercing gaze. "It's nothing."

"Liar. I thought we promised each other no more lies."

"Lena, I'm just exhausted from the mission. That's all, promise." You try giving her your best fake smile. Which she obviously sees right through. It's a partial truth, partial lie. The mission had lasted longer than expected, and seeing as it was just you and Yelena on this one. It felt like you two did twice as much work.

"You know what I know," Yelena comments back while turning off the autopilot and taking over the controls.

"What do you think you know?"

"That Bob misses you." That simple statement makes you freeze, while your heart races a bit. You glance at her and see that she has a smug look on her face.

"Bob misses whoever is gone on a mission."

Yelena lets out her deep, throaty laugh. "Oh yeah, he definitely misses Walker when he's away for weeks at a time. Wanna try again?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"Just admit what you've been denying these past few months."

You start picking at your nails. "We're friends. That's it."

"And that's why you're a bad liar."

A few hours later, you and Yelena are finally back at the Watchtower. Yelena turns to you when you're both in the elevator. "Don't worry about the report. I'll handle it."

"Yelena-"

The elevators open, and Yelena gives you a slight shove. "Go see your man." The doors slide shut before you can protest. Turning around, you see that the open common space is mostly unoccupied.

"Hey! Look who's finally back. Thought you died or something." You brush off John's comment. Too mentally drained to deal with the usual back and forth. You head for the open kitchen and see that Ava gets up and follows you.

"How was Istanbul?" She asks once you've managed to chug down some water.

You raise your eyebrows at her. "Fine, and when are you one for small talk?"

"I'm not. Something happened while you and Yelena were gone."

That caught your attention, and your mind immediately went to Bob. Is he okay? Is he hurt? Even though technically he can't get hurt, there's still a possibility. Everything was going so well. He's been doing so much better. What had happened within 3 weeks?

Ava placed a hand on your shoulder to ground you. John had wandered into the kitchen and leaned against the counter, watching you two.

"Geeze, don't make it sound like that," he had a slight smirk on his face, "don't worry, your boyfriend is okay."

"He's not my boyfriend." Some of the tension was leaving your body. Bob's fine, everything is fine.

"My bad, boy who's just a friend."

You turn your attention back to Ava. "So, what happened?"

You find yourself standing in front of Bob's door. Hand raised, but hesitant to knock. Your mind goes back to the brief conversation with Ava in John. It's no big deal, everything is fine. This changes nothing. Why did Ava and John make it seem bigger than it was?

Just as you're about to knock, voices from the other side stop you.

Two voices.

One is Bob's, low and quiet, yet still self-assured.

The other was a girl's voice.

A sudden barking and scratching at the door makes you move back and almost run.

"Oh, someone must be on the other side." The girl's voice says, and the door is swung open. Two things happen simultaneously. One, a fluffy brown and white dog leaps at your chest, and two, a girl with glasses and a long braid meets your eye.

Bob rushes over, his concerned face changes once he sees it's you. The girl moves back slightly so Bob can grab the dog's collar, said dog is still trying to lick your face.

The way Bob says your name makes you wanna run and hide away. "You're finally back."

The dog has finally calmed down and is panting happily while keeping a fixed gaze on you.

"Yup, just landed." You're gaze meets the girl's, and you can't help but feel a twinge of annoyance.

Why was she in Bob's room? Since when did Bob let random people in his room? Does Bob feel more comfortable with her than you? What exactly happened within the three weeks you were gone?

"I'm Beth," The girl said, holding out her hand. "I'm one of the trainers at the dog shelter."

Bob watches as you quickly take her hand, give it a firm shake, and quickly drop it.

Beth turns back to Bob with a slight, shy smile. "I should probably head out. Are we still on for tomorrow?"

"Yeah, and Gus too."

You watch as the two exchange a few more words, and then Beth is leashing up Gus, and the two are off. One thing you do notice is that Beth is wearing a very familiar scarf.

"Shall we?" Bob's voice startles you, and you're being pulled back to his presence. You look at him and see that he's gesturing back towards his room.

You find yourself feeling cautious, like the first time you entered Bob's room all those months ago. You stare into his room, almost feeling like you shouldn't enter. Bob says your name again, this time a little hesitantly.

"I'm actually tired." Your voice sounds vacant and faraway.

"Oh...yeah, no yeah. Long mission and all that." Bob says with a slight chuckle. You avoid his gaze and start to head back down the hallway.

Bob says your name again, and you wish he wouldn't in that tone. A tone that holds such care and almost a longing. You plaster on your best smile and turn back to face him. Bob moves closer and gazes at your face. You hold your breath and wait. Your eyes move across his face as well.

He moves a bit closer. You notice how much his hair has grown in the last three weeks. His hand raises up to tuck a stray bit of hair behind your ear.

His touch is warm.

"Do you-"

"Hey, Y/N." Mel's voice calls from the other end of the hallway. "I know Yelena is working on the report, but I need to double-check some things with you."

You pull away first and head towards her without looking back.

"I can't believe Bob has a dog," Yelena says, lying upside down on your bed. Ava is camped out on a bean bag a few feet away. "Also, who the hell is Beth, and why is she always here?" Yelena looks over at you, but your face remains void of any emotion.

"I mean, it's good that he has a dog," you reply, "I know animals help when it comes to emotional support. Look at Bucky and Alpline."

"Yeah, but Alpine didn't come with a Beth." Ava chimes in.

You roll your eyes, somewhat regretting this girl's night.

"Guys, it's fine."

Ava and Yelena share a look. "Say it's fine again and mean it this time."

"Also, if it's fine, why have you been avoiding Bob?"

"Oooh! Good point! Answer, please."

You stand from the bed, making both of them sit up.

"Guys, it's not a big deal. I think it's great that Bob is expanding his social circle. Also, there's no avoiding whatsoever. Bob's busy with Gus and therapy. And I'm busy-"

"Avoiding him and Beth, we know." Yelena interrupts.

You grimace, thinking back to the past week. So maybe you have been avoiding Bob. But you can't help it. Three's a crowd, and you're not a fan of watching Beth not so subtly flirt with Bob. Either Bob is oblivious as hell when it comes to Beth's advances or-

No. You don't want to think about the or. At the same time, you feel slightly guilty for feeling jealous. It's not like you've admitted your own feelings out loud. You don't know if you will now.

Not with Beth hovering around.

"Just talk to him."

And you do finally talk to Bob.

A week later.

Only Beth talks to you first.

You're half watching a show that Yelena has abandoned when Beth approaches you.

"Hey, do you have a sec?" Her tone is hopeful.

You mute the show and look up at her. She sits down a few cushions away, and you notice that she's wearing that scarf again.

Your scarf. Your scarf that you left in Bob's room the night before leaving for your mission with Yelena.

"...you know what I mean?" It takes you a moment to realize that Beth has continued talking, not waiting to see if you've been listening. "like I know he's been through a lot, but I can see a lot of improvement with him and Gus."

Been through a lot is an understatement, but you don't say anything.

"Do you think he's ready? Or am I coming off as too pushy? Sometimes I feel like he might like me back, but I can't be sure."

That does get you attention. "Ready for what?" But you already know what she's talking about.

Beth shoots you a slightly peeved look. "Y/N. Bob, what do you think I should do?

"Uh..."

She scoots a little closer to you, her gaze imploring. "Bob talks about you a lot. I mean, you are one of his closest friends. So, I thought you could give me some advice on how to ask him out without scaring him off."

You take her in, her eyes wide and hopeful. The expression reminds you of one that Gus has given the team members during meal times when he's hoping one of them will drop some food by "accident".

Feeling like you're not fully committed to this conversation. Beth reaches out and takes your hand. "I really like Bob."

So do I

You gently withdraw your hand and turn to fully face her. "Look, I can't speak on Bob's behalf, but just be patient with him."

Beth isn't satisfied with that answer." Okay, but do you think he likes me back? What about his past relationships?"

This was heading towards a red no zone.

"You've only known him a few weeks-"

"I know, I know. I should be asking him that, but it's too soon for that, ya'know? And since you're such close friends..."

Your mouth moves before you can think. "You want me to him if he-"

Beth lets out a squeal and hugs you. "Oh my god, that would be amazing!"

The only thing you can focus on is the soft material of the scarf brushing against your neck.

It's late. Too late to be up, but your mind can't quiet down. Which is why you find yourself standing in the semi-darkened kitchen, aimlessly scrolling through your phone. Deciding whether or not you should make something.

You're just about to call it a night when Bob enters the kitchen. Half asleep himself. You're both caught off guard by each other, so the only thing you can do is stare.

You notice that Bob isn't wearing one of his usual sweaters. He's wearing a white fitted t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

"Did you finally overheat?" You try to ease the slight awkwardness between the two of you.

Bob looks down as if almost forgetting what he put on. He tugs at the bottom of his shirt as if it will magically turn oversized.

"Oh..uh, this? I think this is Walker's. There was this laundry mishap involving him and Alexei. Long story short, they managed to break more than one dryer. So...yeah," He gives a slight laugh before looking back up. "it was either this or one of Alexei's obnoxious Avengerz tracksuits."

"It looks good on you." You say before thinking, and you catch Bob's slight change in expression, from apprehensive to relieved, to something else. Something you chose to brush off.

There's still a slight awkwardness in the air. The last time there was an awkwardness between the two of you was when Bob was still adjusting to the team.

"Couldn't sleep?" His question echoes back to the first time he found you in the kitchen at the dead of night.

"Do you wanna go for a walk?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

The city is surprisingly quiet at 3am. You and Bob stop at a park near the Watchtower.

"This is nice," you motion towards the empty park, "Gus would've liked this. Why didn't you bring him along?"

It takes Bob a little too long to respond, but when he does, his words make your heart beat faster.

"I don't need him when I'm with you." You look over, and Bob is already looking at you with a soft expression. Some small voice in the back of your head tells you to reciprocate.

Instead, you think back to Beth and the scarf. Why does she still have your favorite scarf? Does Bob know that it's your favorite? That's a stupid question, of course he knows, you wore it all the time. So why give it to her like that? So easily.

Instead, you panic, withdraw, and deflect.

"Beth seems nice, and she's good with Gus."

"Yeah, I guess so."

Ask him, Beth's question floats around in your mind.

"I think Beth has a crush on you."

Bob lets out a semi-loud laugh. "Oh, you think?" You look over and see that he has a slight smirk on his face. Okay, so he wasn't that oblivious. Which makes it worse. "Beth is nice and all, but... I dunno."

You can't stop yourself. "Do you like her?" What you've been wanting to ask is why does she have my scarf?

"Why? Where is this coming from?" You can see him staring at you from the corner of your eye. You don't dare to face him. Instead, you keep your gaze fixed on a distant lamp post.

"I'm your friend."

"And?" He pushes gently.

You can feel a lump forming in the back of your throat. "And what else is there? If you like her, consider asking her out. Only if you're ready for that."

"Like I said, she's nice. But I'm trying to keep my options open."

You scoff. "What options? Robert, are you trying to tell me you've been sneaking around these past few weeks?"

"N-no nothing like that. But ya-know, there are always other... options."

"Well, there's her or someone from the team," you give a dramatic gasp, "Bob, don't tell me it's..."

Bob sighs, hangs his head low, and jokingly responds. "You caught me. There is something between me and Walker. We're in love."

You lean over and give him a playful shove. "Knew it. Enemies to lovers at its finest."

"What about friends to lovers?"

You catch his eye and give a small smile. "That's another good one. People love a good friends-to-lovers story."

"Really?"

"Yeah, what more could they want. It's romantic."

"Huh." Silence falls between you two, but this time it isn't awkward. Just calm and peaceful.

[evil-is-relative]

So I'm only slightly obsessed with small teapots.

Most of them are meant to be used in one art project or another, but I enjoy having them just be as well. Here is some of my collection. Only one of these would even hold 8oz of actual tea.

This one was bought to replace a very similar one. It will shortly be part of a new art project with wire "steam" sprouting from the spout.

My newest acquisition, which came in just this week. I found similar ones with lids, but I decided on the one without so I can make something that rises from the body of the teapot, rather than the spout. The design is Art Deco and I want to find beads that match, or perhaps learn to wire wrap some similar flower designs. This is one of only two teapots I have that can hold 8oz.

This one is one of my favorites and deserves to show the front and back. I most likely will leave this one as-is and not use it in a project.

This one will be used in a project as soon as I figure out how. The spout facing outward rather than upward kinda stumps me a little. If you have a recommendation for how the wire should go around it, I'm all ears for new ideas.

My smallest teapot that I got in a lot of four. I like it's whimsy. Unsure if I will use it in a project, but if I do, it will probably be with wire that matches the little strips of color. I literally didn't realize until this moment that it had tiny yellow flowers in it. Better update the image description.

I've had this one for more than a year and have yet to make the project I planned for it. I want to make a green vine with a goose, harp, and little gold coins in it, inspired by Jack and the Beanstalk.

One of my favorites, I do have the project for this one planned and hope to get it done in the next few months, as soon as I can find the beads i want for it. It will be similar to the steam sculpture, consisting of cloud designs with some sort of star beads and a crystal moon.

Last but not least, my favorite teapot that will never be used in a project, because it's perfect.

These aren't the extent of my teapots, but I sadly cannot reach the others at the moment as my mother-in-law has decided right in front of them is a perfect place to sort her laundry. None of my wire sculptures that involve the pots actually change them, all can be removed without damaging the pot itself. Perhaps I'll make a post with the rest of them. I have another one coming in the mail, and will likely have more after that. As I said, slightly obsessed.

I hope you enjoyed them as much as I do, or at least didn't mind them too much as you scrolled.

[himasgod]

Deuce x Reader

Helping Deuce study

Where you help our dear and clumsy Deuce with his potion exercises <3

I'm not going to lie that I've developed a hyperfixation on deuce lmao so I had to write this I hope you like it <3

The NRC library was unusually quiet that afternoon, only the occasional rustling of pages and the scratching of quills filling the space. Despite the ideal study environment, Deuce's brow furrowed, his jaw clenched as he stared at his notebook, as if he wanted the solution to his potion problem to write itself.

You, sitting next to him, looked at him with a mixture of tenderness and amusement.

"Deuce…" you gently called his attention, resting your chin on the palm of your hand.

He didn't even look up.

"Give me a second… I'm almost there…"

You knew that wasn't true. Deuce had this habit of insisting on solving everything himself, even if he'd been mulling over the same problem for half an hour without coming to a conclusion. And while you admired his determination, you also knew he was sometimes too stubborn.

"You've been writing and erasing the same equation for fifteen minutes."

"It's not true!" he immediately retorted, but as soon as he saw your incredulous look, he slumped his shoulders and sighed. "…Okay, yeah. I don't understand anything."

You giggled before moving a little closer.

"Let me see," you said, leaning over his notebook.

Deuce tensed slightly when your arm brushed against his. Even though you'd been together for months, he still got nervous when you were too close. It was adorable.

"Look, here's the problem." You pointed to the part where he'd mixed up the unit conversions. "Instead of multiplying, you'd have to divide by the magic density to get the exact amount."

Deuce blinked.

Then he blinked again.

"Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh,'" you mocked with a smile. "See? It wasn't that complicated."

He scratched the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed.

“Tsk… I guess I was making this more complicated than necessary.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, picking up his pen and writing the correction in his notebook. As you did so, you felt his gaze fixed on you.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, still writing.

Deuce quickly looked away, as if you’d caught him doing something inappropriate.

“N-Nothing… just… you’re amazing at this,” he murmured, crossing his arms with a slight blush on his cheeks. “I like watching you explain things. You look… really cool. and... and cute...”

He said that last part so quietly you barely heard it, but the blush on his face gave it away.

You paused for a moment before smiling sweetly at him.

“Was that a compliment, Deucey?”

“Don’t ruin it!” he protested, burying his face in his arm on the table. “It’s hard for me to say things like that without you making fun of me.”

"I'm not making fun of you," you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I like it when you're honest with me."

Deuce was silent for a few seconds, probably trying to process the sudden contact.

"You're always honest, so… I want to be honest with you too," he murmured at last, leaning into you slightly.

The heat in your chest intensified at his words. Deuce had always been someone who spoke his mind with his heart on his sleeve, but when it came to things like this, you could still see how clumsy and sweet he could be.

"So, does that mean you want to study with me more often?" you asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

He remained silent before nodding with a small sigh.

"Yeah… but not just because I need help studying," he said quietly. "I like being with you, even if we're stuck in the library with these damn conversion problems."

Your smile widened.

"Then I'll make studying more fun for you. How about after each topic you learn, I give you a reward?"

Deuce blinked, confused.

"Reward?"

You leaned down until your lips gently brushed against his cheek, placing a short but effective kiss that made his entire face turn red.

"Hey!" he gasped, bringing his hand to his cheek. "That's cheating!"

"Don't you like the reward?"

Deuce looked at you in disbelief, then looked away, his brow furrowed, his lips pursed, as if he were trying to resist a smile.

"…Well, if you put it that way… I guess I can try harder," he said, feigning indifference.

You didn't believe him for a second.

"Then let's get to it!" you exclaimed, opening his book to the next page. "Every time you get something right, I'll give you another kiss."

"W-Wait, that's too much—"

"What? Don't you want to improve your grades?"

Deuce looked at you, then at his notebook, and then back at you.

Finally, he cleared his throat and picked up his pen again, renewed determination in his eyes.

"Okay… but be prepared, because I'm going to get every one right!" he said with a confidence that made you smile.

Maybe studying with Deuce wasn't so bad after all.

[luunaz]

[Morning with Peter Pevensie]

pairing: Peter Pevensie x reader

type: fluff 🍀

an: i have a hyperfixation on Narnia again 😔 English is not my native language, so sorry if there are mistakes. You can write to me and I will correct them.

It was early morning. The sky had already lightened, but the sun was not yet visible due to the dense row of trees. A chill ran through your skin when you went out on the balcony. Cair Paravel was so beautiful now. From mountain and forest areas to the gently blue sea. You leaned against the railing and closed your eyes. The fresh air filled your lungs and besotted your mind. This place has always calmed you down, given you a slight feeling of happiness. It seemed as if everything in this world was solvable. There are no problems, sorrows and bitterness. Just you and…

— Go back to bed, — a quiet voice sounded in your ear. You smiled gently at Peter, who had just woken up and looked so adorable with his disheveled hair. He gently put his arms around your waist and pulled you to him. His embrace was hot, which contrasted sharply with the cool and fresh air. Involuntarily, you snuggled even closer to him.

— I'm sorry, did I wake you up?

— Not really. I woke up and didn't see you next to me, — Peter looked at the sea, which gradually began to turn fiery colors. The sun is rising. — We have a little more time to just lie in bed before I have to go about my business.

— I want to stay here a little longer, — you looked pleadingly into his bright blue eyes. Peter turned you around to face him. He touched your cheek, and then he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. At that moment, all you were thinking about was that time would stop. You just wanted to stay here, in the arms of your king, forever.

— No matter how much time passes, my heart will beat as fast as the day I first saw you, — you said, smiling.

There was a twinkle in Peter's eyes. Yes, this man was definitely very passionate about everything he does, and when it comes to expressing his own feelings, he doesn't even think to hold back. Before you knew it, Peter kissed your lips. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, trying to adjust to such a passionate kiss. First, he kissed your lips, then he moved on to your cheeks, nose, forehead and neck. You gasped when his soft lips touched your collarbone.

— I think we should go back to the bedroom,— Peter said, and picked you up in his arms.

— I think so too, — you said with a smile, flicked the man on the nose.

[starfox017]

Life Series College AU

Hi guys! This is my first time ever writing fanfiction! (i'm fueled by the hyperfixation) and I wanted to share the very first bit of the Life Series College AU I wrote! ---

Alright New school You’ve done this before But this is different right? I mean college, that’s a BIG deal. Will you know anyone here? Well, of course you will. Pearl’s here, and so is Mumbo. Maybe I’ll find other friends too.

I feel a fist punch my shoulder and I flinch at the impact, only to see Pearl on my right side skipping along the sidewalk. “Hey! Stop being so much in your brain, brain is bad. It’s college, you have got nothing to worry about. No one knows you here, it’s a brand new experience, with brand new people!”

“Yeah but—” I can feel the binder pressing against my chest, all the air starts to leave my lungs. “No buts!” Pearl turns in front of me and grabs my shoulders. “Just breathe. Okay? If anyone messes with you, just call me, okay? Now get in there, and make a good first impression! What’s your first class?”

“I- I think it's the history of architecture?” I say, swallowing the lump in my throat. I roll my shoulder back and stick my head up and fill myself with fake confidence. My words taste artificial, and my brain is filled with lies. Pearl and I stroll into class together, having the same class. She leaves me to sit across the room.

“This is for your own good. You need to be your own person, make your own friends.” I sit alone in an empty room, way too early for class. I fiddle with my fingers and start to pick at the dry skin around my nails. I wince at the slight pain of removing a hangnail, and see a drop of blood appear. Shit. I stick my finger in my mouth and try to remove the blood so no one notices. People begin to enter the room, sparcing themselves everywhere. I turn to stare at Pearl. From across the room she gives me a thumbs up with a warm smile. I quickly take the finger out of my mouth and give a thumbs up back, a fake smile plastered across my face.

“Why hello there!” “AAAH!” A voice startles me from behind, appearing at my left is a person propping up their cane against the chair next to them.

“Sorry, did I startle you?”

“Yes, sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing, for being scared? My name is Scar!”

“My name is- Grian” I say, the words not wanting to come out of my mouth. What do I tell people? The truth, or a lie? Is it even a lie anymore?

“Is that a question? I don’t know what your name is, sorry about that buddy.”

“NO! No. That’s- I’m sure. My name is Grian. That’s what my name is! Why would it be anything else?”

“I don’t know! I’ve never seen you in this class before. OH YOU’RE NEW! Welcome, welcome. Oh you’re going to love this class! Professor Andersson is the best!” Scar’s eyes flash to the professor standing at the front of the classroom. He’s dressed up in a blue crew neck shirt and some black pants, exactly what you would expect an engineering teacher to prepare. He adjusts his classes before introducing the class. I try to pay attention, but my mind keeps drifting to the man sitting next to me. He said he was a junior. He’s older than me, but acts so much younger. He has a goofy smile on his face always, and has such a way of speaking unlike anyone else I’ve ever heard. His hair is long and outgrown looking like a nest a bird would make, yet magnificent in a way you don’t normally see in a man. His green eyes gleamed like grass covered in mud but shone with sparkles of emeralds in the fluorescent light of the classroom. He had tan skin with a scar across his cheek— fitting with his name. When you stared at him enough, he was almost pretty. His face danced through my brain the rest of the class. If you want to hear more about what I have planned for this AU, feel free to ask me! I hope you guys like this, as I've never written fanfiction before.

[confessions-sm]

I'm pretty sorry but I need to get this out of my system and I think (hope) you guys will understand (somehow)

*breath in* THE FUCK WHY IS THE CANDY CLUB SO F,èPFJDSKHNKING INCONSISTEN-(I love all background artists of the show and I love all background of the show, i really the style plssomebodyshowmehowtodrawbackgrouds)-

NOW- HEAR ME OUT- and let me give yall some context I'm working on a 3D render of the Candy Club (bc hyperfixation so bad my system just feels the URGE to include anything Kevin spooky month related to ANYTHING so I can bare with school more easily -i think-)

SO

I need to do this 3D render of a room and I choosed the Candy Club. What problem could be there?? yeah??

WRONG

ONE, when I first started I started to (obviously) search for ref images- IMAGINE MY SURPRISE WHEN I DISCOVERED THAT SOMEHOW THERE'S LITTLE TO ALMOST NOTHING OF REFERENCES IMAGES ON THE INTERIOR OF THE CANDYCLUB (like pics that are not screenshots from the eps) and yes- I do know those images that show the interior with light on and off for episode 4

Problem is- and we pass to point two-

THAT IT FRICKING CHANGES EACH EPISODE I CANT- I-

i swear fam i'm going insane working on this-

I understand it looking different in episode 2 and 3 But the fact that it also changes (slight differences eh- note that) from 4, 5 and 6 makes me want to scream- (i love all backgroung artist and I respects their work and i'm conscious that since this is a show sometimes one can play with prospective- and I love that! i just- why do I hate my sanity-) (why- WHY did I decided to work on this- just- why) AND IT MAKES ME LAUGH- bc episode 4 has the gumball machines to have like- quite the space between them- BUT THEN IN EPISODE 5 AND 6 THEY'RE ALL MUSHED TOGETHER- I-

AND NOW I'M JUST HERE- wondering myself if pelo will ever post a high quality image ref of the interior of the candy club- (oh yeah that was also a problem) THERE'S ONLY I THINK 2 QUALITY IMAGES OF THE INTERIOR THAT I MANAGED TO FIND AND THEY'RE STILL SCREENSHOTS FROM- SOMEWHERE??? -

And I thought that maybe I could use the short as reference since its pretty much clean, has a nice front view and etc WRONG AGAIN, because- AGAIN- it has slight differences between ALL THE EPISODES-

DSNHLVUBAILU Z I-

NOW, YOU MIGHT BE ASKING YOURSELF-

"but c'mon ì, its slight differences, barely anyone will notice"- NOO! BECAUSE ITS NOT POSSIBLE THAT LOOKING AT ONE IMAGE I CAN SAY, "oh yeah the candy club is this long" AND THEN GO ALL THE WAY TO WORK WITH THAT MEASURE FOR ME TO THEN FIND ANOTHER IMAGE THAT TELLS ME THAT ITS ACTUALLY LONGER AND NOW WHEN I TRY TO ENLARGE IT IT CRASHES WHAT I ALREADY BUILT- NJKGVBIUSEHGIOLAENHUGBELIUFNHLIUEVS

I'm going insane working on this (i actually don't sleep well due to this) and I think you can see it-

IT IS NOT POSSIBLE THAT IN ONE EP THE GUMBALL MACHINES ARE X LONG AND THEN I LOOK AT ANOTHER IMAGE AND IT RESULTS ITS Y LONG

LIKE- THE COUNTER, SOMETIMES IS A 90 ANGLE AND SOMETIMES NO-

WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO TELL MY TEACHER?? (I actually already talked to him and he told me to not worry, in chill BUT STILL)-

So right now I'm "surviving" with the two same images from episode 4, an image from patreon about the props used in ep 5 (THAT IS THE BEST REF IMAGE YET BC IT GIVES YOU A NICE VIEW FROM ALL THE STORE- AND WHY HASN'T ANYBODY OFFICALLY POST IT CLEAN YET), the discord archieve with multiple screenshot refs, AND a video compilation of Kevin bc the man literally lives there at this point.

And.. I ain't gonna lie.. is coming pretty good!

But my head hurts.. :')

thank u for coming to my rant.

But wait, there's more!! /silly

[queenofbaws]

ahhhhHHHHHH it's been a hot minute since i've stopped and done one of these, but i figured now's the time, huh??? a quick little update here on my end: i'm hoping to be finishing of mummy men & bathtub soup, my conrad manofmedan-centric ghost hunting fic, in the coming weeks, so everything else is likely to be running a little slower for the immediate future. it's one of a handful of wips i'm REALLY trying to wrap up before the guilt eats me alive, telltale heart style, M O S T L Y because i have so much stuff planned for the creepiverse that i'm just...bursting at the seams to get some sort of momentum going there, haha!!!

my weekends have also been a bit more chaotic than usual lately, between health crap and family crap, so once more, if you've sent me a flash fiction prompt recently that i haven't gotten to, i promise you'll see it filled one of these days 😭 just waiting for things to calm down a bit.

BUT HEY with all that in mind, i'm throwing a chunkier sneak-peek of like wringing blood from a stone here under the cut! never fear: i'm way too deep into hackett hyperfixation to NOT be working on it in the background, but until conrad's story comes to a close, hackett house will just be a littttttttle quieter than usual ;P

(as always, i hope you're all doing well out there, that you're being as nice to yourselves as you possibly can, and that YOUR creative endeavors are going well <3 you got this!!!)

He knew better to bring those questions to Constance; in his heart he suspected she would’ve known plenty and more about this bizarre side of things, but in nearly sixty years of marriage, all she’d ever willingly shared of her life before him was that the mother and grandmother who’d raised her up had been ‘ugly, witchety women,’ and not much else. Not ‘witchy,’ mind, not ‘wicked,’ not ‘wretched,’ but ‘witchety.’ That was as far as she’d be pressed on the subject, and he’d been raised to let sleeping dogs lie, so that was as far as he’d tried to press.

Jack, though. Jack you couldn’t get to shut up.

And he was more than a little witchety, himself. He hadn’t been able to make heads or tails of that word until the first time the Fiddlers had shown up on his doorstep—then it’d made perfect sense. Witchety. Yeah.

“I’m gonna ask you something.” Jed didn’t wait for him to react, instead sitting back in his own chair and rubbing tiredly at his stubble. “Figure I might as well, seein’ as how you’ve got an opinion on every other thing under the goddamn sun. You level with me now…this curse shit, it real?”

“Oh, it’s real. Real as the shirt on your back, I promise you that.”

He frowned. Not only was it the answer he’d least wanted to hear, but Jack hadn’t even paused to mull it over. That told him a great many things at once; very few of them good.

“Tell you something else, though,” Jack soldiered on. “Since you went and opened the door and all.” Then he did pause, looking down at the whiskey in his glass as he swirled it. After another couple seconds, he took a belt of it and set the glass back down. “People think of curses like a cold. Someone gives it to you, or it’s…I dunno, catching.” He shook his head. “But that ain’t right.”

He narrowed his eyes, trying to make sense of it in his own head. “No?”

Jack shook his head again. “No. Curses are something you bring on yourself. If you’re cursed, well…that ain’t anybody’s fault but your own.”

Much as it pained him to do so, Jed held his gaze, dead eye and all. He wanted to see if he might backpedal, apologize for the slight when he realized what he’d said…but the only thing Jack did was take another drink of his whiskey.

“That don’t sit well with me.”

“Doesn’t have to. It’s the truth, Jed, and you know what they say about the truth. It shall set you free.”

“You understand you’re sittin’ in my house, telling me to my face that it’s—”

“Your own damn fault you’re up Shit Creek,” he finished for him. “Unfortunately, I am.”

“Now, you listen. Those kids were—”

Jack held both his hands up, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling. “Helpin’ that boy. Uh huh. Yeah. I know. Six years I’ve been hearin’ about how helpful the pack is. Six fuckin’ years. And know what? That’s great. Real swell. And if I were a different man, maybe this is where I’d pat you on the shoulder and say somethin’ conciliatory. ‘No good deed goes unpunished,’ maybe. ‘There but for the grace of God go we.’ Only I’m not, and so you’re stuck what I’ve got to say. Which, if you hadn’t noticed, rarely runs on the side of consolation.” He took another breath, Jack, then sat forward with his arms on the table such that he could lean in. “They meant to help that boy, Jed. What they actually did was kill his whole family right in front of him.”

“Family,” he scoffed, leaning further back to show him what he thought of that one. “What family would that be? A truckful of carnies roaming town to town…that ain’t a fuckin’ family.”

Jack didn’t drop his gaze. “No? It ain’t? Huh. See—to me at least—sounds an awful lot like what you married yourself into.” He gave his glass another swirl. “An awful lot.”

[suau-grey]

A bunch of you have been liking this post since Chekhov's fanartapalooza post. I've gotten a bunch of new followers and at this point I think y'all deserve a bit of an updated explanation on where this AU might be going. I've been getting tons of questions, like:

-Where have you been all this time?

Art school. I'm in the animation certification program at Mt. San Antonio College. It's my last semester. I'm starting a work experience (basically interning for school credit) with the creator of Dogs in Space (2021) this coming week.

I also joined a band.

I genuinely have had zero time to do basically anything outside of school and band and searching for apartments and maintaining jobs and frankly I've been growing progressively more insane as time goes on because I barely have time to lie down at night, eat, or shower. I have doodled maybe like three things for myself in the past (-checks watch-) six months. Maybe longer.

-Are you still tired of Steven Universe stuff?

Yes.

In my final year and a half of my bachelor's degree, I had a hellish time, and because of how much stress I was under, my brain tried to solve the problem by hyperfixating so hard I couldn't think of anything else. When I was finally free of that Hell, I didn't want to touch SU with a ten foot pole.

I still skip every SU song in a slight panic when my Spotify brings them up on shuffle.

-But aren't you doing stuff for Mod Joe's SU AU?

He pays me to do art for him in general (not just for SU). As it turns out, money can be exchanged for goods and services, and that takes a huge priority. I'm trying to afford living costs of varying kinds. I also tutor and really need to increase my prices. By like a lot.

-Is this AU ever coming back?

Probably, if I can get my shit together after I'm done with art school. I might also have time and sanity then to rekindle some old friendships. Well, I can dream, at least.

If and when this AU does come back, it'll probably get an outright reboot. I've kind of learned a lot in school and through osmosis over time.

Is this AU still going? I went over to the discord and the gray channel is gone now.

It's archived, as Grey AU is, at the very least, not one of my current projects. I had a bunch of unfinished stuff I was doing for this, like a collaboration fusion with Chekov, but in my computer dying a horrible death I haven't managed to restore all those files yet. Other stuff has been up, too, and as of late I've found myself resenting SU as a whole. If anything, it's going to be some time before I can make myself get back to this.

Let's call it a long term hiatus.

[moonlightcrusader-archive]

Octodad prompt, Peter introducing Otto to his little daughter after the events of NWH 🥺

This one is super old but I couldn’t stop thinking about this prompt and BOOM story idea 🥺💕 I hope you guys enjoy!! :33

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"Are, are you sure this is a good idea Peter?" Otto chuckled nervously, his knees wanting to collapse under him as nursery music and the sound of Mary Jane's voice filled the near by room. "What if I scare her-

"Stop that talk Otto. She'll like you, I just know it." Peter said firmly, gently grabbing Otto's slightly wrinkled hand as the actuators whirred in anticipation. "We've been showing Annie pictures of you beforehand, she knows your family."

"But...she's 2."

"Toddlers can be pretty perceptive.  Trust me, Annie definitely knows who's gonna spoil her with presents during the holidays." Peter smiled as he knocked on the nursery door, feeling Otto' nerves slightly calm at the pep talk. "Ready?"

Otto sighed softly. Well..what could go wrong..right?

"As I'll ever be, my dear boy. "

A door slightly opened.

And unless Mary Jane shrunk, stood there a red headed toddler who was studying the scene. 

Goodness, she looked just like her parents. Baby blue eyes, red hair, stubby legs and skin white as snow. It complimented the cute little strawberry dress and baby beige shoes.

And definitely, she got the long eyelashes from her mother.

"Dada!" Annie, as Otto wanted to coo at her two little pigtails. The baby- toddler, rushed over to Peters leg and hugged them tight. "Dada late."

"I know sweetie. But, it was totally worth it. Annie, do you remember Grandpa Otto from the photo albums?" Peter gestured to Otto who was now planted in the middle of the nursery room. "Look! He came to visit!"

Otto gulped, not wanting to feel any rejection from a 2 year old, was ready to take any blunt remarks or any crying.

"Gwampa?"

MJ and Peter smiled. "Yes, Grandpa Otto. Say hi Annie." MJ watched as Annie looked intrigued at the tall man with the long coat. "I'm so glad you're here Otto, it's been a while!"

"It has it has, you look wonderful Mary Jane." Otto helped MJ who was sitting on the ground up and gave her a big hug and let go.

Annie was still examining Otto with curious blue eyes. As she waddled closer, a few actuators gently spiraled out and watched with curious intent.

"Guys, not now, please. You might scare her." He muttered to the actuators with slight alarm, hoping to not make Annie cry. "I'm so sorry Annie, you see, they are apart of me-

"SNAKIES! SNAKIES!" The toddler clapped and jumped as she made grabby hands towards them, petting them with her soft tiny hands. "Woahhh!!" She then looked at Otto and squealed as she put her hands up in a grabby motion. "Up! Up!"

Otto instantly beamed. 

"You want to go up? Excellent!" he gently picked up the little girl and held with warmth as she kept petting the actuators.  "Do you..like them?"

Annie just squealed again and giggled adorably as she wiggled happily in Ottos arms, playing with the actuators.

"Pets?" She pointed to Otto.

She did not just call us-

"Er, kind of. But I can talk to them. I'm like a, snake mind reader."

"SOOO COOOL!!"

"Don't be surprised if she wants to stay in your arms for hours Otto, once she has her eyes on something she will hyperfixate on it for a while."

"Oh, I don't think that will be a problem." Otto's heart beamed when Annie went from playing with the playful actuators to now touching his hair.

"I see you like my hair, little one."

Annie became bashful. "Yeah. Is pretty. Like mine," The baby giggled when Otto petted her pigtails. "And like mommy's!"

"Hey! What about my hair, pumpkin? My hair is pretty too." Peter pointed to his hair and excitedly waited for his daughters reaction.

However, like most little kids, Annie was brutally honest and was taught to never lie.

"No. No color or courls! Boring!" Annie blurted, causing MJ to grin and Otto to crack up.

The baby smiled widely at the positive reactions she was getting at her little quip, before she saw her dad's fallen expression.

"Oh baby, I think you hurt daddy's feelings."

Annie frowned.

"That wasn't very nice, Annie." Despite Otto saying it with a warm smile. "Uh oh. He's sad now."

The baby's brow surprisingly furrowed in frustration. "But you waughed too!"

I didn't think she was going to call me out. Sharp kiddo!

"I did, didn't I?" Otto gently set Annie down so the older man could envelope a slightly grumpy Peter into a hug.

"Oh I'm sorry my dear boy. I didn't mean to make you pout.”

"I'm not pouting."

Otto fondly rolled his eyes. "Come here.”

The man planted a large kiss onto the boy's head. "There. Actually, maybe one more. Or two. Or a dozen!" He started peppering kisses on Peter's stubbley cheek and side of his head, causing small giggles to fill the nursery room.

"Otto! No-ho-ho!! It tickles!" Peter just kept his eyes shut as the attack pursued, feeling the last of his dignity fading away by his childish laughter. "You always wanna embarrass me, huh?"

"It's my job." Otto said proudly. "And look Annie! Your dad's smiling again!"

"Dada!" Annie grabbed into Peter's legs and shoved her face into his pants leg. "M' sorry I made you sad. Happy now?"

"Yes I'm okay now pumpkin. Maybe a little less harsh next time, but maybe I can spice up my hair color sometime with you and Mommy's help!"

"Oh I can definitely do that," MJ smiled as she gave a kiss to Peter. "I feel like red would suit you tiger."

"Roar!"

MJ, Peter and Otto laughed as Annie tried to hug them all, managing to squeeze them into a tight group one, where MJ was pretty sure two actuators were resting on her and Otto was sure Peter had his face planted into his coat. Annie just climbed onto Otto like a small cat to ride his shoulders.

"Say cheese!" MJ readied her phone on automatic timer as they took their first complete family photo for the books.

Otto didn't know why he was so worried in the first place.

[light-lanterne]

hi ✨💖 i love your writing ❤️ can you briefly explain the titles of your stories? they are very interesting! 🥰💕

hello ! thank you so much~! glad you like my stuff :] i'll try to keep it brief~

🌷 the darkest eyes: this is just a random name, tbh. there's no grand message or complex metaphor; it's just a reference to mike's eye colour as perceived by hopper.

🕰️ the trees are growing restless: so, these are actually the lyrics of the 1994 song 'summer dying fast' by cradle of filth, one of my absolute favourite extreme metal bands. to be completely honest, i was just listening to the song as i worked on the first chapter so the lyrics don't fully fit the story. that said, i think they do fit the last scene of the show rather well~

i watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. the trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. the thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. grinning winds of hate unfurled. dash towers tall that grip the sun. talons stretch her veil. reclamation, our time has come…

🐈‍⬛ maybe i was destined to—: more lyrics! these are for the song 'strangers' by bring me the horizon. these fit the mood a bit more~ if you search for it, please mind the video. it's very creepy :S

break me down, break me down, make me get better. i confess that i'm a mess, some kind of error. well, maybe i was destined to disappear. we're just a room full of strangers looking for something to save us; alone together, we're dying to live and we're living to die. it never stops, can't erase this, so cross out my eyes, tear the pages. 'cause you and i, we're just dying to live and we're living to die. where did we go? we're all alone, all alone. no place like home; take us back to yesterday. sos, save us from ourselves.

🎻 4'33'': this is another musical one, albeit weirder. it's a reference to an experimental composition of the same name, conceived in 1947 by john cage. i think it's best if you look for it if you want to understand what type of song it is; the meaning and correlation to the story should be relatively clear once you listen to it~!

🕊️ sin deep, my darling angel: another reference to cradle of filth! this is a slight variation from 'sin deep my wicked angel', a rather beautiful and haunting instrumental piece from 2001~ i changed it so it fit the theme better :]

🦇 when our hearts lie six feet under: uh,,, another cradle of filth one x.x listen, their lyrics are beautiful, okei? this is from 2021, from their song 'necromantic fantasies'

when the moon is full and the wolves howl in the forest, would you take my hand and lead us both on our final voyage? would we share our dreams, those necromantic fantasies? really, could we ever be apart when our hearts lie six feet under?

fun fact, the title of the song has a double meaning: the obvious interpretation about dark arts, and a play on words! necro (death) + romantic = a romance that can only happen in death~ i thought it fit the vampire theme rather well

💐 how many tears to nurture a rose: ,,,yeah, uh,,, hi. my name is angel and i get hyperfixated on things x.x anyway, more cradle of filth !! the song (also from 2021) has the same title, but this one doesn't really fit the story all that well :( alas, it was a great title for the concept so here we are !

i did try to use some lyric from another song, 'discourse between a man and his soul', but it's far too dramatic of a title for this story x.x these lyrics are very pretty and fitting, thought~

oh my beautiful friend, i will love thee until the end is nigh. and in time, i'll find thee in my arms on the vast other side.

🔪 ...but here is one: okay, we have escaped the hyperfixation~ we're still on the songs, though. this is from the 1995, stunning song 'all flowers in time bend towards the sun', by jeff buckley and elizabeth fraser. it's an unreleased little song, very intimate and tender, and it's referenced in one of my main inspirations for this story, 'the cat lady'.

all flowers in time bend towards the sun. i know you say that there's no-one for you, but here is one.

in the game itself, it's mentioned by one of the main characters, who is trying to get through to our very depressed protagonist. she's essentially letting our protagonist know that some day she will find happiness, and that she's there for her~

🚀 until the stars all fall down: last but not least ! another song one, this is from the soundtrack of the inspiration game itself, it's called 'everything's alright', by laura shigihara. i shan't spoil too much of it; just know it plays at perhaps the most emotional moment of the game x.x

when this world is no more, the moon is all we'll see. i'll ask you to fly away with me. until the stars all fall down, they empty from the sky. but I don't mind, if you're with me, then everything's alright.

edit: the story is now called “telomeres”. it's a reference to the sleep token song of the same name.

and that's that ! i hope this isn't too long x.x thanks for the question and for being so sweet~!

[quintessencea]

Beside the Museum, my current hyperfixation, I keep playing around with this oddly specific version of a College AU... It has Classic Sanster, Sans and Gaster (student and professor), but it's actually good and not toxic, if taboo for their positions. But in contrast, it ALSO has Experiment Sanster, Comic and the Doctor (student and administrator), and the Doctor is just... The worst 😁

Because I've been lacking in posting noncon, or anything really... So... Have this? I had an urge to see the Doctor forcing Comic to beg, and wrote this drabble. Going to gather and share some of my wild tangent bits like this :)

Tw for rape, abuse of authority, begging, slight blood/injury... I think that'll do it?

I think I'll tag it... #expUniversityAU

"d-doctor, please! ahh, please, st-stop!"

The Doctor laughed, squeezing tighter around Comic's shoulders as Comic's cunt squeezed him tighter in turn. His little toy was almost perfect, resilient and beautiful, and as moldable as soft clay.

"Oh, you can lie with your words," he whispered, leaning to lick a long stripe up the side of his little face as a shudder ran through Comic's entire body. "But your body tells me exactly what you really feel."

"t-too much!" Comic gasped, arching into his touch. "it h-hurts, sir! it's too much, sir, pl-"

"You *love* it," he hissed, pressing an almost gentle kiss to his skull even as he thrust up deeper into Comic's plush heat, holding himself at Comic's limit. "You love being treated like this by me, don't you?"

Comic groaned and shook his head, but wasn't try to push away anymore. Instead he was slowly rocking back and forth against the Doctor's cock, his body chasing the bare dregs of pleasure, whimpering softly as he was pinned.

"Of course you do. That's why you're so wet for me."

Comic sobbed weakly, looking up at him through hazy eyelights as he shook his head, but there was a disconnection in his eyes, something lacking between thought and action. The pain was clear on his face, his sockets pinched, his mouth hanging open as he cried. But with it was a flush on his face and as the Doctor began to move again, fucking him into the mattress, he drew in a long breath, only to lose it in a moan.

"You can't deny that you feel good when I'm doing this to you, can you? It feels so nice to be filled up like this, doesn't it? Fucked like the plaything you are."

"yes... yes, sir..."

"I bet you'll cum if I keep going like this." He pulled his hips back, sliding almost all the way out of him before harshly thrusting right back in, making Comic take all of him in one rough motion. Comic's head rocked back as he gave a rough scream, his voice laced with more than just pain. "Tell me the truth, Comic. Tell me how much you want this. How much you love having me inside you like this. You want to cum, don't you?"

Comic moaned softly, his eyes beginning losing focus as he cried.

"You know you do," he said quietly, letting his words drop to something softer as he moved hand to Comic's throat. "Beg me to let you cum."

His fingers curled around the delicate bones and Comic stiffened a moment before going limp. Compliant. The rush the Doctor felt was almost too much to hold back, but he fought himself back under control, breathing deeply as he pulled, carefully, drawing Comic's skull upwards until they were close, so close that their faces were almost touching. His other hand slipped down to tease across Comic's ribs, curling around the small rib cage and holding tight. He rolled his hips, sharing Comic's breath as he drank in Comic's broken expression.

"Do it."

"y-yes..." Comic's breathing was coming faster now, small little broken sounds escaping him between breaths. "yes, s-sir, please... l-let me cum... please..."

Victory was sweet as he leaned in closer still, claiming Comic's mouth with his own. Comic's teeth parted slightly for his tongue to slip inside, while his hand kept squeezing his ribs, holding him still as he began fucking him in earnest.

As Comic submitted wholly beneath him, he started moving faster, finding the spot that made Comic twitch with each thrust, striking it again and again, and feeling his little body quiver as his orgasm approached. It was over in a matter of moments. When it hit, Comic cried out loudly, nearly shrieking into the Doctor's kiss, bucking his hips off the bed, inner walls clenching tightly as the Doctor fucked him through it.

The Doctor didn't stop as Comic began to come down from the high, keeping up the same relentless pace until the pleasure cries warped to discomfort, and then to overstimulated pain. The Doctor broke the kiss, but Comic didn't fight back. There was exhaustion in they way his head fell back, arms limp against the bed, but it was more than that. It was as if he simply lacked the will to resist any longer, allowing the Doctor to use his body like a toy. Broken. Helpless.

Comic's tears began again, and the Doctor groaned as he felt his orgasm start to build within himself. He let go of Comic's throat to grab his jaw, forcing him to look at him.

"That's a good boy," he whispered huskily. "A very good boy."

Comic's face was still flushed, his body hot as he stared up in dazed confusion, clearly on the edge of consciousness. The Doctor smiled at him, then leaned forward and kissed him again, holding it for several seconds as his orgasm finally came, rolling over him while he enjoyed every twitch of that electrifying magic around his cock.

When he finally released him, Comic was breathing heavily, tears flowing from his eyes as he lay there on the bed, trying weakly to catch his breath.

Grinning, the Doctor pulled out of him, leaving a trail of wetness in his wake. His smile only grew when he saw the amount of red mixed in with the blue and purple, beautiful artwork the likes of which no canvas could ever hope to capture. He gave Comic one final press of a kiss against his temple, chuckling lightly as those expressive eye sockets sagged shut.

"Rest now. I'll be back for you soon enough."

He stood, slipping back into his clothes as Comic’s breathing evened out into slumber. With one final look over his shoulder as his exquisite little toy, he left the room, locking the door behind him with a key.

This really was too much fun, he thought to himself, whistling pleasantly as he made his way down the hallway.