#sugar breath

[woolydemon]

Happy Halloween! Perfect timing to share what I developed for the @LostBotsZine (which you can download for free here)

I designed an entire Halloween-themed squad (bc i was sad there wasn't one in the show)

The Trick O' Troupe is my fan-made (Not Canon) squad formed from leftover Specter Halloween merchandise (left in storage from the previous year) when the energon cloud struck the mall.

It is composed entirely of actual real botbots from the toyline, mainly from the Season's Greeters and the unreleased Series 6 Magic Tricksters. And also honorary member Frostferatu :]

[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

I have this Spooky month story idea for the Human AU

Hailey Knight (Halloween Knight): *chasing after Sugar Breath*

Bartleby: Here she goes again.. Chasing after some random guy in a dragon costume..

Francis (Frostferatu): Why is she not chasing after me?! I am the Prince of Darkness!!

Dylan: Uhh, guys.. There's something behind us..

Sweet Fang, in the corner: *menacing stare and smiling creepily*

(idk if Sweet Fang's human or an animal unless.. he's something else..)

Bartleby: *sigh* him again...

Dylan: what do we do?

Bartleby: stay calm, I think I have some chocolate in my pockets

Dylan: chocolate? For what?!

Bartleby: you'll see... Hey! *Throws chocolate at him* this what you wanted right?

Sweet Fang: *devours it immediately*

Hailey Knight: *noticed Sweet Fang*

Sweet Fang: !!!

(oh absolutely a human in a costume)

[foldingfittedsheets]

I think it was about a month into dating my betrothed that I first turned to them and said, “You smell hungry, want to get some lunch?”

“I what? I smell hungry?”

“Yeah, like, the empty smell. Aren’t you hungry?”

They were, but it was hard for them to accept smelling a state of being. After a few weeks of me pointing it out right before they realized it themself though they asked, “What does hunger smell like?”

“Bad.”

“That’s not helpful.”

“It’s like… an emptiness that goes past the mouth? Bad breath is more upfront but hunger is like you’re smelling stomach acid, it’s all the way from an empty belly.”

They started smelling my mouth in exaggerated silly fashion but eventually they did start to recognize it.

They’re now very smug when they get to use the skill back at me and inform me that I’m hungry.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki hates black coffee. it's so obvious it's almost painful. the face he makes when it's done brewing, the way it takes him taking a deep breath and chugging the entire thing in one go to finish and the deep, deep sigh he let's out afterwards.

it's obvious, too obvious. you know it, he knows it.

but he insists on drinking it every single day.

every morning he makes it exactly the same and you just cannot understand why. and you're determined to find out.

today you're both off work. it's been happening less frequently and you couldn't be happier to spend time with your man today. he must've been dead tired, because you woke up before him and his alarm, that he has even though he always manages to wake up before it rings, so you sneakily turn it off and escape from his bear like grip to sneak to the kitchen.

like the great, amazing, loving partner you are, you decide to make him breakfast in bed. you know that despite him not liking overly sweet foods, he still likes him some sugar. you make him pancakes like you know he likes, a family recipe you still haven't told him. you know it's a bit petty, but if he found out he'd probably be able to replicate them to a t immediately and you like taking care of him, and you like the feeling that bubbles in your chest when he groans happily when the food hits his tastebuds and he gobbles it up.

your secret stays safe with you for now.

tray in hand and returning to your bedroom, you're surprised but definitely happy to see him still asleep when you're done. you smile, he truly does deserve the rest after all the work he'd done. you place the tray onto your night stand, running your hands over his eyebrows and slowly running over his messed up hair, thumbing at his hairline. his eyebrows slowly furrow as he tries to lean into it, cheek smudged against the pillow.

"baby.." you sing, katsuki grumbles, shoving his head into his pillow.

"katsuki.." you giggle, running your hand over his back to ease him into waking up. he flips around in an instant, raising an arm up and stretching, his other arm reaches for yours. you give it to him, he squeezes your hand and runs his other one through his hair.

"hi.." you chirp sweetly, katsuki grunts in response, squeezing your hand again in greeting.

"..how long've you been up ?" he asks, voice still deep and gruff from just waking up.

"about an hour.." you respond quietly, easily talking and not in a rush for once. katsuki's eyebrows furrow in confusion and his head whips towards his phone, grabbing it and checking his alarm that had been mysteriously turned off. he turns to squint at you and you giggle, he pinches your thigh and mutters out a "dummy.."

he sniffs the air when he registers the smell of pancakes, and his head quickly zips over to the tray you'd placed there for him. his ears turn pink "you didn't have to do this." you notice how he refrains from adding an affectionate insult towards the end of his sentence, you laugh.

"i know, but i wanted to. now eat up before it gets cold !" you grinned. katsuki sighs, a soft smile pulling at his face before he ducks his head, grabbing the tray and placing it in his lap. his eyes close the moment he gets a bite and your heart beats hard against your chest.

"you seem to be enjoying that." you say cheekily.

" 'm gonna get that recipe outta you one day." he vowed, pointing his fork at you, he groans when he gets another bite "so fuckin' good.." he mutters to himself between bites. you chortle.

after swallowing a few bites in silence, katsuki smacks his lips before he talks again "you just gonna watch me eat ?"

"i'm liking this view," you respond, leaning against your hand and sighing dramatically. katsuki rolls his eyes, an unmistakable blush crosses his cheeks before he's beckoning you over with a 'come here' motion, picking a piece of pancake onto his fork and placing a hand underneath the other as he brings it closer to your lips. "open up," he orders, and you do, tasting your work. you hum happily, and he watches you intently as you do. his eyes drift over to the mug still untouched on the nightstand.

a mug of coffee. black.

he frowns almost immediately, you don't need to look away to know why. you see how he tries to fix his face immediately, you assume so as not to hurt your feelings, your heart warms just a bit more. but you can't help but tease him.

"better drink it before it gets cold.." you sing, trying to sound unbothered. katsuki's grunt borders on a whine as he places his tray to the side. he picks up the mug, making sure to scowl at the black liquid inside, he inhales, before gulping it up quickly.

only to stop, eyebrows furrowing curiously at the flavour.

"it's--"

"good ?" you smile knowingly, you lean back a bit, pressing your legs to your chest and wrapping your arms around your legs. you swing slightly side to side.

katsuki slowly blinks at you "what d'you.."

"i put some sugar in it." you admit, you see how katsuki's face drops, eyebrows flying to his hairline. "katsuki, we both know you don't like it plain black. i don't see why you can't just have some sugar in it." you shrug "i know you've got your diet, but it won't kill you."

he leans back, shrinking into the headboard like he'd been caught committing a crime. his lips pull up into a frown.

"i know that, that's not the problem.." he downs the rest of his drink and he sighs afterwards, it almost sounds like a sigh of relief. it makes you snort. "then what is ?"

"i dunno..hadn't had it in a while and figured i'd try it again, see if i like it."

"but you clearly don't."

"i'd get used to it then." he shrugs.

"katsuki.." you sigh, "you don't have to, you know. nothin' wrong with a little sugar." you tease. honestly, you found it cute. you know he's stubborn and he doesn't give up, even against his own body. you'd seen it happen multiple times, but with something so simple as black coffee was pretty funny.

you think, maybe, he's trying to be more grown up. you remember he tried black coffee back in high school and hated it so bad it ruined his mood for the entire day. maybe, he thought he should like it now since he's graduated and he's an adult now. it was sweet, just like how he liked his coffee. and it was so him. you want him to know he doesn't have to change a thing, he's perfectly okay and adult as he is now, coffee plain or sugary. with cream or without or with a sweet treat from the bakery next door.

"course i know that." he mutters after a while, smacking his lips when he finishes his coffee. he places it and the tray back on the nightstand. he grabs your hand, pulling you closer to have you sit in his lap. "so come give me some." he smirks at your flustered expression. one hand reaches the back of your neck to pull you closer, his other hand at the small of your back for the same purpose.

"you just ate and you still haven't brushed your teeth, mister." you run your finger in circles over his chest. he gets hot quickly in the night so he likes to sleep shirtless, your hand runs over the shape of the scar on his shoulder. katsuki snorts, sharp teeth on display as he smirks.

"so ? you know you always wanna kiss me." and he smirks because he knows he's right. you huff, but lean down to kiss him anyway, muttering a quick "shut up," before silencing him. he snickers against your mouth and it doesn't take him long to deepen the kiss, you squeal when he flips you over, laying you right back in bed.

"thanks for breakfast." he says against your lips, leaning back in before you could respond "you're not gettin' away anymore, though. you're gonna spend the day here with me, where you're supposed to be." he drops onto you and you let out an "oof !" at the pro hero mass dropped onto you. you grip his shoulders as he kisses from your cheek to your ear.

"d'you like breakfast ?" you breathe out.

"you know i did, don't make me say it again." he grunts out, biting your cheek when you giggle "now i'd like to spend some time with my girl." he mumbles against your shoulders, voice muffled. you giggle, bring his head up to press your lips to his again.

and they taste sweet, just how you like them.

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[meidui]

i am craving a steve with boundary issues.. he either won't let you pay for a cheap coffee in a paper cup because he doesn't like owing anyone anything or your crimes are his crimes and whoever tries to take you away better be prepared to KILL him first

[takami-takami]

Alley Cat.

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. hurt/comfort.

warnings— ptsd. trauma. panic. abuse. breathing exercises. genuinely be careful.

Cats are never offered the benefit of the fucking doubt.

Selfish, standoffish, distrustful; all labels from those who's hand the cat rejects. But strays wander the gutters of society, and they see man for all it tries to hide amongst itself. You show your true colors around an animal, they say.

When you claw at the cotton of his shirt, desperate for the touch of a human you miraculously deemed safe, Keigo cannot help but be reminded of a stray cat left clawing for safety.

"I can't fucking take this anymore," you sob and wrack your breaths, clutching the fabric of his shirt. He lets you for a moment, lets you wet his clothes with tears, evidence of the pain he aches to take away. "I can't do this– everyone, Kei'. It hurts– you have to believe me, please believe me–"

He hushes you, walking you backwards with his thumbs rubbing soothing circles at the crest of your cheeks, until the back of your knees hits the soft of the mattress below. He crouches down, sharp yet gentle eyes demanding your current attention. Your eyes are wide, sitting stiff and pupils blown. He holds up a single finger for you to focus on, speaking with calm authority.

"Baby. Baby, look at me. Just like that," he visibly softens when you eye his movement, the hand in front of you swaying like the simplest foliage in a breeze. Careful and attentive, you place your trust in him; in its entirety, its sacred entirety. He'll never take that for granted.

All the riches in the world at his disposal never mattered to him. It can't, never could compete when held to the light of what you offer.

Your trust. You trust him with the crumbling heart you shield from the world. Everyone but him gets bared jaws and wild, gnashed teeth.

To you, your defensive snarls are an ugly sound; but to him, it can't be. Not when the mere sight of him, and only him, could get the stray cat of your heart to calm its raised hairs and cease to hiss.

"Thank you, baby. Still with me?" You shudder. You can't nod right now, but that's fine. "You're safe with me. We're going to breathe, okay?"

He asks it like a guiding question, but with the undercurrent of an order.

Stable. Perfect.

Breathing... Breathing is easy, right? You muse to yourself through gulping breaths. Keigo knows how to breathe. Keigo is good at breathing. He'll teach you.

"With me, okay?" He smells like oak. Warm, sunny oak. "In through your nose, fill your belly first. Deep. Then your chest. Count to five with me," he instructs, breathing along like the gentlest visual guide. "Hold for five. Perfect. Now exhale, get the air out your chest first. Then the belly, push out firm, get all the air out. Do that with me for five seconds."

He smiles approvingly, eyes twinkling at the firm furrow of your brow. His perfect sweetheart, trying so good for him. "There we are. Hold for five again before you inhale. And repeat."

You follow his footsteps, like the clumsiest dance. As the clock ticks by, your lightheadedness calls your attention.

You clutch at the fuzzy sleeves of his hero costume's coat. "Feels a bit dizzy."

"Good," he beams. "That means it's working."

"K-Kei'," you stutter still. Calmer, but stuttering still. "S-Sor– I'm s-sorry."

You feel a gentle kiss at the corner of each eye. The saltiness of your tears doesn't deter him one bit. "Nothin' to be sorry for, dove. I've got you."

What feels like eons of comfortable silence drapes the room, covers your shoulders like the thickest shield of feathers. You don't even notice the tangible, real ones, the ones from his wings, surrounding you for the longest time; like they're meant to be there. Meant to shield you away from the ghastly realities and pinpricks that crawl up your spine.

Distantly, it occurs to him that perhaps he was always meant to protect you. Nothing else in his life has ever felt so natural. He was never asked to do this, never made to. His soul beckons him to you, to be the shade of your resting tree.

Sturdy and firm and earthy, you think. You can nestle by the roots, press against the grounding bark for stability. The leaves of his feathers will shade you here, the branches of his wings swaying with a gentleness that masks the power of a great oak.

Even stray cats don't belong in gutters. Even if they can survive, scrape out alive, that isn't where they're meant to be. Before man built cities from scaffolds, the cat was free to roam nature as its own. It was free to rest.

"I don't understand," you start with an enraged quiver lacing your throat. "Why it has to be this way. Why people hurt people. Why everyone around me is dangerous."

Keigo knows. He's seen too much with his own eyes to doubt what you say. Wordlessly, he lifts you into his lap, scooting toward the corner of the bed that faces the wall. You'll feel safer by something sturdy.

In the barely there light dripping from the open window, you feel the breeze drifting inside. You want to close it. You know Keigo wouldn't let you. Fresh air is good for you.

"Why? Why do we accept it? I don't understand what is wrong with people."

He hums, interlacing your fingers with his. He watches the downturn of your eyes, marvels at how they sit in the shade of your lashes; those same lashes that are beaded with far too old tears.

"I can't promise answers, dove." He swallows thick; it's a contemplative action before he steels his voice, firmer and more resolved than you've ever heard. "But I can promise I'll protect you."

The furrow of his brow, the righteous rage on your behalf lacing his tone, is all you need to know how serious he is. He speaks with the finality you could only expect from a man as dedicated to his mission as Keigo himself.

"As long as you'll let me protect you, no one will touch a hair on your head. That's a promise."

[latenightdemo]

"And her eyes were like amber; rich and honey-like with a bit of gold in them. Every time they rested on mine, I would breathe a little less and see a little more."

"...who am I kidding; I'd do it all again."

Ashley Kutcher

[jounosparticles]

they have never been serious.

[radio-4-is-static]

さよーならまたいつか！ | Kenshi Yonezu

誰かと恋に落ちて また砕けて やがて離れ離れ 口の中はたと血が滲んで 空に唾を吐く 瞬け羽を広げ 気儘に飛べ どこまでもゆけ 100年先も憶えてるかな 知らねえけれど さよーならまたいつか！

///

Fall in love, only to be crushеd once again And eventually, go our sеparate ways Blood seeps in my mouth without warning And I spit into the sky Spread your wings and soar Fly away to wherever your heart desires Would we remember in 100 years? Who cares? So long and see you again!

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all! Weird question time, not really a medical question, more a question about doctors office response times? Below a read more in case you want to skip it:

So, last week I may or may not have passed out*, in a way different to the times I may or may not (almost definitely have) passed out before, because this time my blood pressure was not low and my heart rate was not high. I am someone with a long history of cardiac-adjacent issues, endocrine and/or brain related issues, and neurological issues**. I called my primary care doctor early afternoon on Wednesday and did not hear back from his office until after 5pm on Thursday, though the very helpful nurse I spoke to at the front desk squeezed me in for an appointment with a different doc at the same location on Thursday morning. I called my neurologist at the same time Wednesday, and I did not hear back from their office until today, the following Monday. They also were not calling to schedule an appointment. They were calling to see if I'd gotten my referral to an ENT that they send in five months ago, and mentioned they'd gotten my message that I'd "had an incident". I had to get transferred to someone else and say "I saw my primary care doctor already because you did not return my messages and I'd passed out. He did some bloodwork that all turned up normal and told me to talk to my neurologist" before they even considered getting me an appointment (which they did not do! They said they'd call me back tomorrow!) The question: Is that an unreasonable response time? It feels like an unreasonable response time to me, from both my PCP and my neurologist, honestly. Like, the nurse at the PCP's facility got me in to see another doctor, but my PCP didn't know and didn't respond for over a day, and my neurologist took five days and wouldn't schedule an appointment. I suspect the combo of past history of heart and neurological issues and passing out for the first time in years should be the sort of thing that rings alarm bells, right? *when I felt like I was going to fall down if I did not immediately lie down, I chose to lie down and had my eyes closed while lying down and I think I lost time? hard to tell though **I have tachycardia but it's never ever out of rhythm, so technically I don't have heart issues? The tachycardia tends to alarm new doctors though, like I get an express pass to an EKG immediately at the ER. The endocrine and/or brain issue is the salt wasting syndrome. Might be endocrine! Might be brain damage! Hard to tell! Thought it was endocrine for a long time but there's overlap. The neurological issues are migraines and brain fog.

[black-salt-cage]

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

Every spooky month

Halloween Knight: Come back here you fiend!

Sugar Breath: *screams and runs*

Bailey (Bemyne): Here she goes again..

Dylan: Wait, why's she chasing a guy in a candy corn dragon costume?

Bartleby: Who knows.. We don't even know who's the guy in the costume!

Dylan: wait really?

Bailey and Bartleby: mhm

[mymarifae]

stupid fucking titty window distracted me on my first few watches (don,xt talk to me ok) but he has his hand held behind his back here... clutching his chips for dear life.. hiding the way he's shaking.........

[skyward-floored]

Me: is fine

Also me: Link was asleep for 100 years ONE HUNDRED YEARS that’s a REALLY LONG TIME like REALLY LONG and the reason he was asleep so long is because he basically DIED after being shot by lasers by LASERS and he DIED IN ZELDA’S ARMS that is SO messed up my gosh

[meltylove97]

My Assassin - Cub

[pokemonranch]

Living in Paldea rn and can confirm: Paldeans are built different. They put olive oil and a bit of cheese in a sandwich and call it a day

//HEY NONONONO I have to answer personally to this. Toasted bread with olive oil and cheese SLAPS. But a Sandwich with Kiwi, Noodles and Chorizo is an abomination against nature and Arceus itself. In this esaay I will-