#the pink is cute as always uwu

[unholyplumpprincess]

Fun facts for those of you that follow my peachy chronicles (not that I update abt my life recently but lmao): But I went from being upset i wasn't being treated well/right by people to now putting down my foot and stating my needs/wants clearly without room to misunderstand me.

And I think that's super important progress! The problem is is that now I'm seeing p clearly how and where people treat me and it's not very fun! I'm v good at compromises and am super patient! And I'm realizing people take that hella for granted and it's like. Dude.

Im just happy I'm figuring it out! Being autistic and people being my special interest is,,,hard bc I know where ppl perceive me and how ppl can use that and it's just,,,

Gosh idk! I think it's great progress but strange.

[yanderemommabean]

Oh, oh, oh! Yandere virus, but it one day coming into school, the girls who normally bully you are acting strange. When you see them in the hallway, you are expected to be laughed at or shoves to the ground. However, you didn't expect to be shoved against the wall as they stare you down with a dangerous and lustful glint in their eye, telling you about all the plans they have in store for you. They force you to wear matching clothes and make sure everyone knows who you belong to and not to even try anything. Maybe you're forced to live in the house. Bonus if the other hold you down as the ring leader eats you out, as the others tell you how cute you are uwu

“Ah ah ah. You aren’t going anywhere” A voice chirps in your ear. You wince, sighing as the three surround you once again as class is dismissed and everyone heads to the dorms for the evening. Honestly, if you were perhaps a bit stronger, a bit less self conscious, you might spit in their faces and make a run for it. Sadly, you aren’t some badass (and admittedly, one dimensional) character and are frozen in place as they wait for the others to leave. 

They don't intervene. They know better. These young women have power, wealth, and beauty in their arsenal, and aren't afraid to use it to get what they want, and to silence anyone who complains. Phoebe, Sadie, and Naomi, all from powerful families who more or less run this college and the town. You don't doubt they paid the administrators and dean to get into this place, while you had to work hard and prove yourself. 

None of that matters at the moment. Currently, Phoebe was twirling her fingers in your hair like you two were close friends or even dating, smiling almost wickedly at you as her eyes, usually hazel, now with an odd pink ring, stare at you like you were some prey about to be eaten and devoured. Usually they just shove you around and make fun of your clothes, but today…Something's off. Very very off. 

“Isn’t she so cute you guys?” She says, sickly sweet, you want to say mocking but no, it's like there’s something more flirtatious with it. “Oh definitely, I just want to sink my teeth in her, you know? Make her whimper” Naomi adds on, hand to her cheek as she stares at you like one would a puppy being precious. Oh god hearing that made you think they were about to hurt you or humiliate you in some way. 

Sadie just sighs, not in your direction, looking over her shoulder to make sure the halls were clear, and once they were truly empty of everyone else, she made sure the grip on your wrists were tighter. “Listen up. We have some new rules set in place, and you, adorably obedient as you are, are going to follow them”. Oh wow. The audacity. Then again you never really put up a fight so, are they really wrong? What other choice did you have anyway? If they wanted to, they could make your family kicked out of town and their jobs nonexistent. It’s best to just grit your teeth as best you can. 

While you tried to listen, Phoebe made sure she got closer, her hand on you as well, but more exploring, sliding up and down your sleeve and trying to dip her fingers into the hem to feel your wrist, dragging them up and down softly as Sadie began to speak again. “You’re ours. Simple as that. No more avoiding the lobby when we’re there, no more trying to get little study dates away from the school library, no more trying to hide from us”. “I'm sorry what-” “Ah ah, she’s not finished cutie” Naomi says with a gentle touch slowly sliding to your waist, her cold fingertips acting like they wanted to slide under your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin, her brown eyes also having that odd pink ring in her iris. “Go on Sadie, she’ll be good and listen. She always is” 

You felt your cheeks grow impossibly hot, words failing you as all three of these girls began to more or less feel you up and tell you that…That you were theirs? Whatever that could mean? Sadie just sighs, more playful this time as she cups your cheek and makes you look at her, the same weird coloration in her eyes. “You’re ours. No more private study dates, no more drabby clothes, no more avoiding food when we’re in the commons or cafeteria, just a lot more rules and a lot more dress code for you. Tsk, I can’t tell if I want you in a skirt, or if I'd stab any bastard who’d look at you when you wear one. Maybe some cute pants? Ugh they’d still lay their eyes on you either way, makes me want to just call mom and have the banks foreclose their houses”. 

“Please Don’t-” “Ah ah, don’t even try it. You’re ours, if we want to punish people for looking at our puppy, we will” Phoebe comments, her fingers moving to hold your hand and give the top of it a gentle kiss. “Speaking of puppy” Naomi mentions, nodding her head towards the others, and before you can blink you’re turned over, face to the wall. You hear Sadie murmur something as she rummages through her bag for a moment, and you feel her hands slide around your throat before something clicks behind your head, and your eyes widen in horror.

“There we go! I made sure it wouldn’t be too tight, the guy who made it for me was such an artist about it, I love it! If he would’ve said no, you know I’d have his business ruined” She mentions casually, getting a few soft giggles in agreement. 

“Here sweetie! Have a look at how cute you are when you show that you belong to us” Naomi says, handing you her phone as a mirror. You feel weak and shaky as your fingers come up to touch the bright pastel pink leather, a metal heart in the center pressing against your throat. You reach around to feel the back and feel a harsh shock to your fingers, making you yelp. 

“Oh, sweetheart, don't try and take it off! It was so expensive but I got a cute one to work as a shock collar. Shower safe but anytime you take one, one or all of us will be with you, so you won't have to worry about taking it off yourself. We’ll talk more about the rules later in our dorm”. You shiver, unable to think of how to talk. What in the fuck could you even say? You just had a designer shock collar put on you by your bullies! Who are now acting like you were their chew toy or pet no less. “O-our dorm?”.

Phoebe nods, gently stroking your hair “Yeah, duh! How else will we keep a better eye on you? Cameras are fine and all but I prefer to make sure you’re warm with one of us sharing a bed with you. Plus, it’s easier to kiss you good morning faster”. “K-Kiss?!” You almost shriek, only for Naomi to softly hush you with a finger to your lips. “Now now, don’t get loud! We don’t need that just yet”. She pouts, hearing her phone going off and checking the time. “Well, we have to split for now, I have a dinner with mom and dad. You two take her to the dorm and tell me how she acts! Don't do anything more pretty please? We said we’d share her”. 

You don't get much out before Naomi heads off, Phoebe and Sadie gripping your arms a bit too firmly to lead you, talking back and forth like you weren’t making a practical death march down to their dorm room. 

Oh God what’s going to happen once that door is shut?

-Mommabean (Hiya! Sorry for lack of smut but I am proud I wrote this much at least lol. If you beans want i can do a part two! Wanted to try and flesh this out before anything too intense ya know? Anyway I hope you like! Lemme know if you do!)

[fakerbreaker]

Playing with minds is fun, but I could squeeze this orange even more by playing with hearts too. And you know who'd be the perfect candidate? Some confused little "aromantic" airhead.

I'm a beautiful, smart irresistible catch, but it's not your fault you can't see that. Maybe you just closed your heart off, had a few bad experiences. It's okay! You just haven't found the right femboy yet! But here I am UwU! I just know you can learn to open your heart over time.

To support you in that journey, I'll be expecting weekly love letters. I know it'll feel totally alien at first, but I promise we'll be able to look back and see the progression. I'll have a little shuffling around of your music habits only the sappiest, sickliest will do. Books, films, maybe some visual novels, what matters is filling up your cute head with love, love, love. Sooner or later you'll start to see things like the rest of us. Of course, if you don't like playing ball, I will be forced to punish you. It'll hurt me more than it hurts you, it's for your own good, we always hurt the ones we love. On the other hand, of course, you're welcome to exceed my expectations for some nice rewards. Dopamine and oxytocin spike are what happen when we fall in love, and I know the nice treats will help you get there. Do you like chocolate, babe~?

It'll be confusing for a while, but before you know it, you'll be mine, baby. Bending you to my will is gonna be nothing once you're in too deep. I don't just want you in love, I want you fucking limerent~! Literally need me to feel whole, obsess and swoon over me. Feel nice and empty when I'm not there. You'll be like a cute little pet, really. So, so happy every time you see me. Can't help showering me in affection and craving mine, feeling completely lost without me. Why wear a silly little white ring on your middle finger when you can wear a nice gold one to symbolise your undying love for me on your ring finger? That is why they call it the ring finger, after all~!

Don't worry your pretty little head, I'd never just suddenly up and leave one day, leaving you absolutely hollow inside. Crush your lovesick heart under my pretty pink platform boots, shatter it into a million tiny pieces, I'd never be mean!

But my my, wouldn't that just be so cruel~?

[jymwahuwu]

jing yuan + corruption kink with reader who idolizes him🫠he thinks it’s super cute when your eyes sparkle whenever he compliments you or how you’re always eager to please so of course he has to see how far he can go with that he starts off small just hold his hand kiss him a couple times then it goes to suck him off while he works you’ll obviously do it for him right? he had such a long day too you’ll help your beloved general right

Sorry for the late reply T-T I have too many drafts…and it's so relatable with me. I will look at Jing Yuan with admiration and follow him🥺

CW: corrupt kink, yandere, oral sex

Jing Yuan is hundreds of years old, and you are inexperienced, pure, and adorable in his eyes. Your "experience" means nothing to him. Not to mention, it's also impossible to kiss anyone else now, except him. He used some tricks to force you into a corner. His tall, imposing figure covers you, and you have no choice but to stammer and honestly confess your admiration and love for him. Jing Yuan told you that there is a "training plan" here, just for you.

Training… plan?

You tilt your head, not understanding what the general means, but you are eager to please him. You nodded and agreed.

This is a great opportunity for some requests like: a good lover will kiss your boyfriend at least 8 times a day and hold his hand and tell him that how much you love him uwu

You shyly take his hand and kiss him quickly on the cheek in public. Jing Yuan wants to announce your cuteness to the world.

However, the corruption does not stop there. Kissing and holding hands are just the basics. It is important that you relieve the general's stress and desires while he works. Under the desk of the Seat of Divine Foresight, you squat down, and 5-6 pink threads protrude from your soaked underwear and fall to the ground. These are custom-made vibrators that vibrate and swirl inside you silently and relentlessly. Jing Yuan increased the vibration level while reading the document.

And you couldn't touch yourself, you could only open your lips, which were filled with his cock. The general had to train your throat, pat your head, and push the back of your head forward. You suppressed a moan, tears splashing on his cock, and looked at him confused and a little aggrieved. The fluid dripped between your legs and began to form a lustful little puddle.

Taking away all your clothes is also good "training". You had to plead with him through teary eyes and take the initiative to please him. Those fluffy cat ears and cat tail are bought for you, and you will be grateful to him, right? Your butt is stuffed with the cat's tail, and the seed that's been poured into it can't flow out. "…meow…meow~♥"

This is preparation for you to become his spouse. He said.

Eventually, you'll be moaning and screaming in pleasure as you're penetrated, eyes filled with desire and adoration. You are his perfect spouse and can never leave him again.

Now the training plan is successful😚💓

[koolades-world]

Hihihihi, in case ya remember me, im the Pain-sensitive anon, and in case i will request again remember me as BigS, because my requests are as big as my S, but enough about that.

Poor you, so many requests. Drink water, be stronger that those 637181 requests, don't let them kill you!!!

But im here to torture you with another one~

So i have an album with 3814 Asmodeus screenshots(I FKIN LOVE MY BOYFRIEND!!!), and i had an idea "dam, if Asmo became real, it would be very hard to explain why i have 4k pics with him... " So here is request!

Brothers, finding out that MC's new hyperfixation is... them?

Apparently MC is neurodivergent or something like that, and as many neurodivergent ppl, they have a hyperfixation! They just randomly becoming very interested in something specific and collect stuff with it, talk with everyone about it, and remember every single detail about it! Like Levi with TSL.

But one day, brothers realise that MC stopped talking about their past fixation and was less interested with it. They think that "Oh, they probably just found something new!". But one day, they take MC's phone just to find that... They have a giant album in their gallery that is dedicated only to him????

The album has every photo he posted on Devilgram, every photo that he send MC, some unique photos that MC shooted themselves, even some chat screenshots with times when he said something cute to them! They even was photographing thigs that "reminds of him". Like some cheeseburger with "Beel vibes", Blue flower that "Looks like Luci" or gorgeous mannequin that "feels like Asmo".

If its someone like Asmo, he would also notice thta MC started buying their fanclub's merch! Like "Asmo lover #1" shirt or "Lucifer best man!!"cup(Luci is very popular, he probably also has some fanclubs! i hate this guy tho)

I think Levi and Mammon would die from embarrassment. Asmo would die out of happiness and Satan with Luci will try to pretend like thay never saw that. and idk about other ones. :P

I think that would make a cute fluff and a very scary situation if it was real uwu

Thats all

Have a nice dayyyyyyyyyyyy~~~

-BigS aka.AlgophobicDude

hey! great to hear from you again :)

haha thank you! been slowly knocking out requests one at a time and let me tell you it's a lot more fun than it might look haha

i wrote this while wearing a pink cowboy hat. i just wanted to share that

you got it! enjoy!!

Mc with a hyperfixation on the brothers

Lucifer

is this a human thing?

he's happy to indulge you as long as you're not too loud about it out in public

especially please don't share those pictures with anyone, like mammon. he will sell those, especially the ones he only intends for you. please

he's happy you don't hate him, actually. you make this old man very happy haha

Mammon

he would never tell you, but he's also got a photo album dedicated to you

also has a note on his D.D.D. full of all the things he never said to you but hopes to be brave enough to one day to tell you

he doesn't tell you he's got that though, not in a million years

he really loves that you're hyperfixated on him because that just means you care about him just as much as he cares about you

Levi

as expected, he's very flustered

he knows what it's like to have a little blorbo and he would give anything to be able to see them daily in person and live with them

he's over the moon once he realizes this and despite his embarrassment, he pushed through to spend more time with you

he's so dedicated <3

Satan

he's probably the most puzzled

he's always learning new things about humans even when he thought he knew everything

he knows and trusts you so from time to time, he'll take a picture with you in mind that he knows will remind you of him

all in all, he does think it's a little strange but won't stop you since he's never seen you happier

Asmo

like they said, you're literally about to become the number one member of his fanclub!

lucky for you, once he finds your asmo photo album, he's feeding into your hyperfixation

you get lots of exclusive privileges, such as early morning selfies and all his merch for free, including prototypes

he's always ready to pose for a picture for you. every side is his good side!

Beel

he's a little confused but he's happy to make you happy

he listened to you talk about your hyperfixations the most beside levi so he's quick to pick up on this shift

to make you happy, he decides to make a handmade adult bib just for you haha and at first he's a little sad but then he finds it while digging for your snack stash

you've never worn it once because it's hanging in your closet next to your fancy outfits <3

Belphie

you what? is his initial reaction

from the outside, it seems like it doesn't bother him or that he could care less

but, on the inside, he's elated since he thought after how he tricked you, you'd never want to be close to him again

now, you're the very thing that makes you excited to wake up every morning by his side

[writer-rubes]

Rodger and Toodles in…

The Case of the Stolen Gift

Summary: Rodger takes a case to help Scraps find her lost birthday present, and Toodles tries her best to help.

A/N: Yep. I fell into Dandy’s World. It was bound to happen with my friend group and how cute the game is uwu But I’m testing out the fics here to see how people like them! Though this fic isn’t centered on tickles, there is a little bit of them! Besides, this idea was just cute-

The rules still apply, no minors interact with this please. Though these are childlike ideas, and would fit fine in a children’s program, as these are cartoons, without confirmed ages, I still prefer no minors. Thank you.

Anywhosums, hope you enjoy!

CW: Fluff, interrogation, bits of Lee!Glisten, Ler!Toodles, and Lee!Rodger mentions, Father-daughter fluff

(NO SHIPS!)

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Rodger let out a little sigh as he worked on papers in his room. He loved investigating and solving mysteries, but it was the field work he loved the most. He was practical, smart, and straight-forward, but he loved exploring, gathering information, and getting his hands dirty. Then again, there was a sense of calm to doing paperwork…

“Rodger!”

And it was ruined.

Rodger jumped slightly, a few of the papers on his desk slipping to the floor. The toon who burst into his room screaming was Scraps. A toon he was alright with. She was kind, yet feisty. Which made sense, as she was an origami cat. Rodger picked up the papers that fell to the ground.

“Scraps, I am a little busy…” He groaned.

“I know, Rodger… but I need your help!” Scraps cried. “You know how my brother Goob’s birthday is tomorrow?”

Rodger nodded. “Yes, I already have my gift ready for him. It’s a new painting smock for him that fully covers his arms. I know how hard it is for him to clean them sometimes.”

“You might have your gift, but that’s why I’m here! Mine was stolen!” Scraps exclaimed.

Now that got Rodger’s attention.

“What?” He properly looked at Scraps, and grabbed his notepad.

“It was awful!” Scraps whined, her pink ears flattening. “I had it hidden under my bed, and it took forever to get my present right!” Rodger nodded, writing it down, his eye meeting her eyes.

“I’m sure you’re distraught, Scraps. Tell me what happened.” He said, holding his notepad below his magnifying glass head.

“Well…” Scraps started. “Last night, I finished wrapping it while Goob was hanging out with Teagan. I hid it under my bed, and covered it with a towel to make sure my brother didn’t see it.”

Rodger nodded and wrote along as Scraps continued.

“I checked to make sure it was still there before I went to bed. And after I woke up the next morning. Then, Flutter called me over to help her make a cover for a book of poetry she was writing. Of course I was happy to help. But when I got back and checked under my bed again, it was gone!”

Rodger finished writing all of that down, and nodded again.

“I see… And what did you get for him?” Scraps whispered her present for Goob to him, and he nodded. “Well, not to worry, Scraps. I’ll find your birthday present for Goob. And before his party, too.” He assured the paper cat.

“But his party is tomorrow!” Scraps cried. “It’ll be really hard to find it in time!”

“I’ve always loved a challenge, Scraps.” Rodger chuckled as he escorted Scraps out of his room. He left as well, but not before grabbing a binder.

‘Another birthday present stolen.’ Rodger thought. ‘That’s the fourth one in two months. One for Sprout’s birthday, Tisha’s, and Poppy’s… There’s clearly a pattern. But what would anyone gain from stealing birthday presents? Other than making other Toons feel like awful friends?’

As Rodger pondered, he didn’t notice a little eight ball walking down the hall. But she noticed him. She knew that look in his eye… He had taken a new case! This was her chance!

“Hi, Rodger!” She cried.

Rodger yelped again, sighing. What was it with people startling him today? Thankfully, he didn’t drop anything.

“Well, if it isn’t the junior detective.” Rodger calmed down when he realized it was Toodles.

Rodger had always had an interesting bond with Toodles. He was created long before her, as Toodles was one of the last of the Toons created. She bonded with him immediately, much to his chagrin. But he quickly felt a strong attachment to her. Like she was his own…

‘No need to dwell on that, Rodger…’ The detective thought.

“You’re doing another case, aren’t you? Can I help this time? Can I? Please?” Toodles begged, giving him puppy eyes that could put Pebble to shame.

“Put those eyes away, Toodles.” Rodger said in a gentle tone. “I think you’re ready to help me with this case.”

“Really?!” Toodles cried excitedly, rushing up to his side faster than lighting.

“But,” Rodger quickly added. “I am going to teach you and guide you. So you can learn how to be a wonderful detective. Got it?”

Toodles quickly nodded. Rodger rubbed his hand over the eight ball’s head.

“Now, suit up, little detective. We’ve got a thief to catch.”

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Rodger filled Toodles in on the case, and she was of course willing to help. She liked Scraps, and no one deserved to have gifts they worked so hard to make, or find, taken. She was happy to aid Rodger in finding the thief and getting the present back.

One thing the detectives had to consider was keeping Goob out of the room he shared with Scraps, so they could investigate the room, without spoiling his birthday surprise. Thankfully, that was easy. Poppy and Boxten invited him to play with them, so they could check for evidence without any interruption.

“Now, little detective, the key to finding evidence is to observe your surroundings, and look for anything that may indicate someone except for Goob or Scraps was here…” Rodger explained.

Toodles nodded, and got down on her hands and knees to look around the room for clues, while Rodger searched the tables, closets, and shelves. Whoever snuck into the room had to have left something to indicate their presence…

“Found something!” Toodles exclaimed.

She pulled the towel that Scraps used to hide the present from under the bed. It was a simple white towel, in order to not draw attention to it. She stood up, and handed it to Rodger.

“Well done, Toodles.” Rodger took the towel, and pet the little detective on the head, making her giggle.

Rodger inspected the towel closely, and noticed something on it. A pink, glittery dust on the fabric. It wasn’t plain glitter, there was plenty of that in the room, the craft siblings loved glitter. But it was too fine and dusty, like powder.

It was makeup. And there was only one Toon in the museum who wore that much pink makeup…

“Glisten.” Rodger muttered. “Well, little detective, we’ve got a lead.” Toodles smiled mischievously.

“Let’s go, Rodger!” She cried. Rodger nodded.

“We’ve got a mirror to question.”

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Glisten, the vain mirror Toon, was in his room, busy looking through his closet at the time. He needed a beautiful, but not too distracting, outfit for Goob’s birthday party tomorrow. Of course he still loved attention and praise for his looks, but he wasn’t going to take all of it away from Goob. It was his birthday, after all.

“No, no… Blazer jackets are so last season.” Glisten muttered to himself. “I need something that makes a statement. Something that will add a splash of color to Goob’s party- Oh, that’s it! Something colorful would be perfect!” Glisten dug through his closet. “And it will match flawlessly with the leg warmers I’ll give to him!”

Glisten then pulled out a pink shirt with a light blue gradient on the sleeves. It had flared sleeves and glitter around the collar.

“This is perfect!” He cried. “And I can wear my blue bow tomorrow to match it!”

He hung that and the shirt on a hook next to his bed. He then heard a knock on his door. He gasped, and pulled out a compact mirror to check if his makeup was messy. Thankfully, it wasn’t.

“Come in!” He called. The door opened, and Toodles entered the room.

“Toodles, darling!” Glisten smiled, and knelt down in front of her. “I’m afraid we can’t do makeovers today, I still have to go over to Razzle and Dazzle’s room to help them rehearse… And I have to look for something I lost.”

“I’m not here for makeovers, Glisten.” Toodles said in a serious voice, as Rodger entered the room behind her.

“We need some answers.” Rodger added. Glisten’s eyes widened, and he stood up, dusting himself off.

“Rodger!” He cried, taking a breath. “I wasn’t expecting to see you today! I thought you were getting ready for Goob’s party, like everyone else!”

“I am, in my own way.” Rodger said. “Scraps is missing her birthday present for her brother, and we found your makeup on the towel she hid it with.” He let out a little growl. “Why were you in their room?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Glisten backed up until he bumped into his bed. He leaned against it, nervous at Rodger and Toodles staring him down. He loved to be stared at, but not like this…

“Glisten, we can either do this the easy way, or the hard way.” Rodger sternly spoke. “Boxten did happen to give me a way to make you talk after all.” Toodles smirked as he said that.

“I really wanna know if he’s right!” Toodles added.

Glisten gulped. He was backed in a corner… but he couldn’t let them find out why he was in the craft siblings’ room.

“Look, even if I wanted to tell you, I can’t…” He begged. “It wouldn’t be right of me to spoil it!”

“It also wouldn’t be right to steal a birthday present.” Rodger retorted. Glisten gasped.

“You think I stole it?” The vain mirror cried. “I would never do that to her! I may be self centered, but I’m not cruel!”

Rodger glared, but his eyes closed, and he took a deep breath.

“Fine. Then we’re doing this the hard way.” He said calmly. “Go on, Toodles.”

“Yay!” The eight ball grabbed onto Glisten, and clung to his midsection like a koala. Glisten yelped, and fell backwards onto the bed, being careful not to hurt her.

“H-hey!” The mirror cried. “What are you doing?!”

He tried to pull her off without harming her by mistake, but the girl had a really strong grip. Glisten then yelped again when he felt Toodles’ hands scribble up and down his sides and back, and rubbing where her nose would be over his stomach. Glisten tried not to react, but since he was really ticklish, he really couldn’t, and he burst out laughing.

“L-let go of me! That tickles!” Glisten laughed, as he tried not to struggle too much out of worry of hurting her, but it was very hard.

“Better get to talking then, Glisten. She can do this all day. Believe me, I know...” Rodger shivered as he watched Toodles tickle the mirror. But he had to admit, it was really entertaining to watch.

Looks like Boxten wasn’t lying.

After a minute, Glisten cracked, though not literally.

“Okay, okay! I’ll talk!” Glisten waved the white flag. Toodles was a ruthless tickler. Everyone who was friends with her could vouch for that.

“Alright, little detective, that’s enough. Let him go.” Rodger said. Toodles nodded, and mostly got off of Glisten. She still sat on his knees, however.

“If you hold back details, I’ll tickle you again!” She giggled mischievously.

“I won’t, I promise!” Glisten gulped. He knew Toodles wasn’t the type to go back on her word.

Rodger grabbed a chair, and sat down in front of the bed. He held up his notepad, his eye narrowing.

“Look…” Glisten began. “I did take Scraps’ present from under her bed. Gigi told me that Scraps couldn’t get her present wrapped correctly, so I went to retrieve it while she was busy. I did it so I could wrap it properly, and make it as beautiful as the gift I wrapped.” His eyes widened when Rodger glared at him.

“But I was going to give it back! I don’t have it anymore, I swear!” The mirror cried. “I ran out of glitter, so I went get some more from the art cabinet! But when I came back, it was gone!”

“Why would Gigi tell you Scraps couldn’t wrap her gift right?” Rodger pondered. “Why would that be her business?”

I-I don’t know, I promise! I just wanted to help Scraps!” He was nervous Toodles would think that he was lying.

Rodger nodded, taking a deep breath. He finished writing everything in his notepad.

“Let him go, Toodles. We have a certain capsule to confront.” He stood up.

Toodles smiled slightly, and poked Glisten in the stomach again, making him squeak.

“We can still do makeovers after Goob’s party tomorrow, right?” Toodles asked cheerfully. Glisten nodded.

“Sure, not a problem, darling…”

Toodles giggled, and got off Glisten, following Rodger out of the room.

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Gigi was putting away a few things she had gathered in her room. Her room was a big mess, but it was her mess. At least, that was what she told Tisha. She had a bunch of junk or items she took from other Toons scattered around in various piles. It was completely organized to her.

“Let’s see… Poppy’s new soda flavors can go in the edible pile, and the limited edition candy wrappers can go in the foil pile.” The capsule muttered under her breath.

The capsule heard a knock on her door, and when she opened it, her eyes widened. She never really got along that well with Rodger, so him coming to see her with Toodles right behind him must be for a reason.

“Oh, um… Hey there, Rodger.” Gigi laughed nervously. “Care to see a few new items I got for my collection?”

“I’m not here for observing, Gigi.” Rodger said firmly. “Care to explain why you told Glisten that Scraps couldn’t wrap her gift right? Why is that your business?”

Gigi’s eyes widened. That prissy mirror told them? Oh, she had a lot of strong words for that vain, overconfident piece of glass…

“Rodger, it’s not what it sounds like, i-it really isn’t…” Gigi stuttered.

“Then what does it sound like?” Toodles cried suddenly. “Maybe it sounds like you set Glisten up to steal Scraps’ present!”

“Now, Toodles…” Rodger put a hand on her shoulder. “Let’s not jump to conclusions.” He knew Toodles was right, but he wanted Gigi to admit it herself.

Gigi took a deep breath. She opened the capsule top in her head, and pulled out a box overly covered in glitter and pink.

“Fine… it was me.” She admitted.

Gigi handed the present to Rodger, and the magnifying glass handed it to Toodles to hold. She smiled brightly, and kept it safe. She knew how special birthday presents were.

“Flutter needing Scraps to help make a book cover was the perfect way to get that present, wasn’t it?” Rodger said. “And you knew you couldn’t get in there without leaving an obvious trail, and you knew Glisten couldn’t resist dolling up Scraps’s gift, so you sent him to retrieve it, so you could get it from his room…”

Gigi nodded. “Yeah… And I knew Scraps would get the perfect present for Goob, she’s his sister.”

“I just don’t understand.” Rodger pondered. “Why did you do it? Don’t you have plenty of items for your collection? And stealing birthday presents is just… cruel.”

“I know…” Gigi sighed. “But I didn’t take it for me. I took it for Goob. Scraps knew exactly what Goob wanted, and I don’t. And I can’t give up anything from my collection due to sentimental reasons.” She looked down in shame. “I want Goob to have a wonderful birthday, so I wanted to give him a present I knew he’d like…”

“But why take someone else’s present and not give your own?” Rodger asked.

“Because…” Gigi wrapped her sweater covered arms around herself. “I want my friends to have a good birthday by giving them something they like. But I never know what to get them… So getting gifts from others to pass off as my own feels like the only way.”

“It’s not, Gigi.” Toodles piped up. “It doesn’t matter what the present is, or how valuable it is. It’s the thought that counts, and the love you put into it.” She smiled a bit. “Take the gift I made for Goob for example. It’s just a drawing of me playing with him, but I know he’ll love it! Because I worked hard and put love into it!”

Gigi thought for a moment. “Maybe you’re right.” Gigi muttered. “But even if that’s true, I still don’t know what to do for him. It’s hard to get creative.” She sighed.

“Well…” Rodger’s eye caught something in Gigi’s collection. It was a pack of glittery stickers.

“Why don’t you start small?”

He picked up the pack of stickers, and handed them to the capsule. Gigi stared at them, a little confused.

“You want me to give these to Goob?” Gigi asked. Rodger nodded.

“They’re small, thoughtful, and he’d like them.” Rodger explained. “I know you struggle to give things away since you like keeping them… But everyone can start somewhere.”

Gigi thought about it. It was true, her hoarding was becoming a problem. Tisha wouldn’t even talk to her anymore due to how messy her room was, and so many Toons were upset that she kept their stuff. Maybe this was a good idea. Good for everyone.

“Okay… I’ll try, Rodger. And… tell Scraps I’m sorry for stealing her present.”

“You can tell her that yourself at Goob’s party.” Rodger said firmly, but without ill intent. He slowly left the room, Toodles skipping behind him.

Scraps was walking down the hall, and she saw Rodger and Toodles in front of her. She walked over to them, a little nervous.

“Rodger! Toodles!” She cried. “Great to see you. Have you found my gift yet?” Toodles nodded.

“We did!” The eight ball held up the neat, glittery present box for Scraps.

Scraps let out a delighted purr, and took the present from Scraps. She took a peek inside, and her gift was still in there, and perfectly intact. She trilled happily.

“Oh, thank you!” She gave Rodger a hug, then bent down to give one to Toodles. “Thank you so much! This means so much to me!”

“All in a day’s work, Scraps.” Rodger chuckled. Toodles nodded.

“And in a junior detective’s work, too!” She piped up. Scraps laughed and rubbed Toodles’ head.

“You both did great. Now, you two better get ready for the party tomorrow. I’ll make sure Sprout and Cosmo can get you both extra cake!” Scraps then rushed back to her room.

Rodger looked down at Toodles, a gentle look in his eye.

“You did wonderful, Toodles. Finding the evidence, getting answers from Glisten, and making sure the property was returned to its owner. You’re a great little detective.”

Toodles felt a rush of excitement in her heart. She rushed to Rodger, and gave him a hug that nearly knocked the wind out of him. He chuckled, and returned it. Toodles then smirked slightly, and looked up at the magnifying glass.

“You do realize you essentially told Glisten that I tickled you all day one time, right?” She asked playfully. Rodger rolled his eye, but still was obviously cheerful.

“He doesn’t know the full story, and I intend to keep it that way.”

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The next day, Goob’s birthday party was in full swing. After he blew out his candles, and Sprout and Cosmo handed out pieces of cake, Goob went through the gifts the other Toons got for him. He loved every single one, whether they were toys, art supplies, or just cards with drawings. It was the thought that counted.

Finally, he got to Scraps’ present. He was saving it for last, as he knew his sister would give him something wonderful. His arms were a little difficult to manage sometimes. They were great for hugs… not much for opening things.

“Need help with that, Goob?” Cosmo offered. The fluffy craft shook his head.

“No, I got it!” He cried. “It’s hard to get it open without messing with the paper too much! It’s too pretty to destroy!”

Glisten chuckled. He knew helping Scraps was a good idea. Even if Gigi set him up.

Goob finally got the gift open after a minute of trying. He gasped slightly at its contents. It was a wonderfully knit pair of mittens. One was red with a blue heart on the palm, and the other was blue with a red heart on the palm. And on the back of the mittens were silhouettes of the craft siblings. Scraps got up from her chair after finishing her slice of cake to help him put them on.

“Wow, sis! I love them!” Goob cried. “They’re so warm and comfy! Perfect for winter!” He said excitedly. Scraps smiled.

“Yeah, well… they’re for more than that.” Scraps admitted. “I noticed you’re… a bit scared to give hugs to the more fragile Toons. Like Poppy and Looey for example.” She took a little breath. “So I made sure they were extra soft so you wouldn’t risk popping or harming them in any way.”

Goob was silent for a moment, before little tears formed in his eyes. He then stretched his arms to wrap around his sister’s middle, and pulled her into the tightest, warmest hug he could muster.

“I love them, I love them!” He cried in an ecstatic, overjoyed tone. “Thank you, thank you!” Scraps laughed as Goob hugged her.

“Easy, little bro!” She joked. “You’ll make my tail crumple!”

As Scraps promised, Toodles and Rodger both got an extra slice of cake for their help. Toodles was happy, but Rodger packed his extra slice for later. While everyone was mingling and playing party games, Gigi walked over to Rodger and Toodles.

“Um… I just wanted to thank you both.” Gigi said nervously. “I’m really glad Goob liked the stickers. And you’re both right… I shouldn’t take other people’s gifts just to regift and impress others. I’m sorry.”

“At least you learned your lesson.” Rodger said. “And that improvement won’t appear overnight. Just start small, like we talked about.”

“Right.” Flutter then pulled Gigi away to play a game. Toodles grinned at Rodger.

“Does this mean I’m your full-time junior detective?” Toodles asked cheerfully. Rodger chuckled.

“I think you need to help with a few more cases before you get there.”

[kitten4sannie]

I want your thoughts on this: how big do you think the members of Ateez are? Like in inches what’s your rough guess?

this is honestly one of my favorite asks i’ve ever gotten sjjshdbd. i discussed this with some friends so i’ll be giving my official guesstimates from biggest to smallest. also just as a disclaimer, this is all for shits and giggles, also realistically they’re prob all average to small but it’s okay to dream :’)

the biggest would be yunho ofc bc i support the monster cock yunnie agenda <3 i would like to believe that he’s around 9 inches soft, 11-12 inches hard and boy is it thick and heavy like man’s def packing some heat so his partner would require a lot of prep and ofc yunnie has no problem providing that <3

second biggest would be mingi duhhhh he’s a big boy after all so he def has to have a big cock esp considering he’s one of the twin towers so i would guess that it’s around 8.5 inches soft and 9-10 inches hard. i’d like to imagine that yungi have an annual dick measuring contest in the group shower but that’s another thought for another day <3

third place goes to sannie ✨ as the infamous dick grabber in the group he def has to have something to show off considering the amount of times he’s rubbed himself during the inception choreo or just causally groped himself for funsies. i would say it’s around 8 inches soft maybe 8.5-9 inches hard?? and it’s got a pretty prominent vein leading up to the head (not that i have photographic evidence or anything …. haha…ha…)

in fourth place is seonghwa who i think would have the prettiest cock at maybeee 7.5 inches?? and in my bestie’s opinion (love you mwah <3) would be tan and smooth bc of his melanin and would be a little darker at the tip. fsr i feel like it would be really sensitive too and it would only take a couple strokes for him to be gasping and gripping his partner’s wrist, whispering, “s-slow down, baby…” <3

anywaysss, in fifth place is yeosang and he def has the second prettiest dick fs. it’s prob skinnier than thick at 7 inches, and it prob gets really pink and shiny at the tip when he’s hard. it’s prob got a little curve to it tooooo uwu

in sixth place is jongho who i want to believe is a grower. at 5 inches soft, it’s nothing to write home about but boyyyy when baby bear gets all hot and bothered it grows to a hefty 7.5 and it’s def thick, esp right around the head. it’d def burn a bit when he first pushes it in so he always has to go slow for his baby <3

in seventh place is captain hongjoong who i believe would have had the most average sized cock out of all of them at 6 inches soft and 6.5-7 inches hard. it’d prob be a bit on the thicker side, rather than thin and long. i’d like to imagine he has a few little freckles on it too hehe.

and finally our beloved brat wooyoung is at the bottom just like the good lord intended <3 i’d like to imagine that woo’s dick is small, cute, and fun-sized. maybe around 4 inches soft and 5 inches hard and since it’s so petite like him, he can easily palm himself to orgasm or sit on his partner’s lap and rut against their thigh or lower abdomen until he shoots his cute little load everywhere <33

[yuikomorii]

who is your favourite of yuis new art?

// I honestly don’t think I can choose, because my favorite one always changes depending on my mood, yet I could rant a bit about each of them. 🩷

1. Her face makes her resemble a dog and I find that so CUTE! I also like the outfit, especially the beret, but the🧍🏼‍♀️ pose feels a bit awkward, lol.

2. LOVE THE POSE! Her face looks mischievous, and she rocks than mini braid! Lilac/Purple is my second favorite color but I would have liked the outfit way more if it were pink. Although, it’s overall really nice.

3. Would I ever wear something so revealing? No. Is that outfit my favorite one? YES. It’s giving idol and I’m all for the hair accessories and ribbons!!

4. That outfit is the closest to my style irl, which means I would definitely wear it uwu. I love Yui’s confused expression too, haha. She’s so moe there.

5. Gothic Lolita is a style I’ve always liked and it looks great on Yui. The hairstyle is pretty but I feel like it doesn’t really suit her that much? Well, at least I like her fangs.

6. BRIDE YUI MY LOVE! The hair, face and pose look AMAZING, plus the first half of the dress is gorgeous! However, I’m not a fan of the second half. I feel like it’s a bit too overdesigned…?

7. A simple yet very Yui-esque outfit, I love it! The pearl necklaces adds such a feminine touch~!

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Wanted to get some creative flow going while staying low-effort, so here's a screenshot redraw/edit/whatever you wanna call it, because I was curious how Mojo would look in the show with all my headcanons and little flourishes that I add when I draw him -w- So here's my redraw and the original screenshot, plus a version wif his OG palette since the lighting in the scene I decided to redo is all reddish

[Any reblogs and comments are seen and appreciated!! 🥺🥺 Also click for higher quality. Under the cut I put some of my thought process on my changes ehe ❤]

So the first thing I have to mention is one of my favorite changes: that little chip out of his ear! I mean, it's not a lot to explain if you just think about it for a second. This poor chimp has taken a LOT of beatings over the years, there's no way that he wouldn't have some physical scars from all that, so I figured the best shorthand way to show that would be giving him that notch. I like to imagine that he's self-conscious about it too 🥺

Second most notable change, I always like giving him a little tooth poking out because I watched a lot of anime as a teen Because with those sharp teeth of his, the idea of one poking out makes sense and also just looks cool to me -w-💖💖💖 I like to think it's a side effect of the PPG movie when he got all huge, cuz his canines also got extended so much that they were poking out from his mouth

So the thicker outline around the bottom of his eyes is something that the original show actually did, in the Powerpuff Girls Rule 10th anniversary special! That stuck with me ever since and rly made me question why he didn't always have it 😭💖😭💖

Even if I prefer his rounder design pre-movie, I can't deny that I adore the sharper, M-shaped nose that they gave him later on and I wanted to keep that. The sharp lines just make sense to me and line up with the shape theory of "sharp=mean and evil". Plus it looks like an M! For Mojo! :3

So this change is a more subtle one and is also a very new idea I had, but I gave his pupils a purple tone instead of being pure black! In all honesty it was inspired by one of the cover arts of the newest PPG comics coming out currently where the artist gave him purple eyes. In my mind they used to be a light brown and got tinted purple from his mutation, along with the whites going pink.

Alright final thing (I think), I know I touched on the notch out of his ear, but when it comes to his ear shape in general, I like to find a happy middle ground between his fully rounded ears they drew on him pre-movie, and the sharp almost elf-like ears they gave him post-movie. Like I said earlier, the sharpness reads as more villainous!

Oh wait! Okay last thing for real: I love giving him a bit more fur around his face, purely for the fact that I think it looks good and cute uwu 💖💖💖💖💖💖

If you read this far please either reblog or comment with your thoughts, I'd be so honored 🥺💖

[starryficsfinishwen]

✧。◟ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ — chrome x reader [PGR] [Happy Activation Day Chrome!!]

please don't be in love with someone else

a.n. - sometimes chrome just raghhhhhh. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHROMEE!! I promise to finish that other fic for you LOL also thank you for being one of my resilient lil construct, my Lucia and Wanshi are happy to be with you <3 mwa mwa (IM SORRY AGAIN IM LATE)

pairing - chrome x f!commandant

words - 7,881 (it's why I took long TvT)

tags/warnings - none. fluff! alcohol is involved yet again! chrome x reader shenanigans. yall up to what happens in the end uwu. non-sexual naked cuddling. cute stuff for chrome because happy activation day!!

The stars seemed to have blessed Babylonia tonight.

A crowded room. A brightly lit, dazzling chandelier. Wine and champagne glasses clinking together. Orchestral music filling the room — this is a sight that those who can afford luxury would generally see in their life. High society placed itself on top of the pedestal, overlooking its body that wore no gold.

Forget the war that raged outside; Babylonia beheld the grandeur of the rich folk for tonight, and the stars had rewarded their presence by granting the brightest evening for them.

Such sight is normal to a Smith. After all, they were always born with a silver spoon, to feed and to be fed by high society, for everyone to see.

But not for Chrome. He always thought this life was never fit for him.

There he is — champagne in hand, forcing laughter and faking smiles to those who are around him. Humanoid legs are already used to the wages of war, yet they trembled under the hours of talking to people that only blur in his M.I.N.D.

He is only here due to his father, Mr. Smith. “For you to be familiar with the people you will work with in the future,” he always said to Chrome, “be on your best attitude. Show them the makings of a true Smith.”

But they only bore him. He would rather be doing things that are mundane in the eyes of high society, such as lounging in the comforts of Strike Hawk's dormitory; dealing with Kamui's antics, helping Wanshi fix his sleeping pod, tasting Camu's dishes...or cleaning the corners of his room, or strolling the walkways of Babylonia, or playing chess with a certain someone...

A scene flashed in his memory — a warm hand reaching out to him, a sweet smile, a soft laugh, and the chessboard with scattered chess pieces in front of him. A scene that happened not too long ago, a memory so fresh that made him flush a light shade of pink. Was it the alcohol? No, usual alcohol would never make a construct drunk, unless...?

“How are you holding up, Chrome?” A familiar voice called out to him.

Mr. Smith. Holding an identical champagne glass in his hand, he looks up to Chrome with an expectant gaze. Chrome straightens, clearing his throat. “Mr. Smith, I am doing well. I have met the people you told me earlier.”

“Glad to know,” He nods, “it's beneficial as a Smith to meet your future prospects. You know that already, Chrome, don't you?”

“I do, Mr. Smith,” Chrome solemnly spoke.

“Other than that, have you seen the Commandants who are invited tonight?” Smith tsked, “they have commendable records. They seem to enjoy tonight's feast before they go back to war once more. Especially Gray Raven's Commandant, hm.”

Chrome's ears perked up. “Gray Raven's Commandant is here tonight?”

He knew the party was for high society, with some specially invited commandants. Yet, Gray Raven's Commandant? He overlooked that part, why didn't he know?

“Yes, it's understandable due to the glory they have brought to Babylonia countless times now.” Smith paused, moving his hand to make a circular motion with his glass, “I've seen them earlier. Now, they are nowhere to be found.”

“Ah,” Chrome slightly faltered, muttering, “a shame.”

“They also seem to blend well with us, I'd say.” Smith hums, taking a sip from his glass now, “they look well with us, even. We should try asking them to join when they retire.”

A particular thought crosses in Chrome's M.I.N.D. — a person wearing a simple dress amongst the crowd yet so vibrant, the same warm hand he saw as she held onto his arm, smiling fondly at him. The very thought that somehow made his heart crumble in a good way —

“Chrome?” Smith asked, causing Chrome to snap back to reality, “are you alright? You look red.”

“I do?” Chrome muttered, “I'm sorry. There must be something wrong with my cooling system after I got injured last battle. I am planning to get a maintenance check once more.”

“Alright then,” waving his hand, Smith nodded, “I'll leave you be. I need to meet with other people.”

“Thank you, Mr. Smith.” Chrome approaches the nearby table tp place his glass, “I will return soon.”

Finally, away from the party, Chrome found himself lingering outside. The garden outside of the hall seems to be the answer to his dilemma, the cool breeze and the artificial night decorated with the authentic stars sparkling above him. He breathes into this sight — once more, a thought that popped into his M.I.N.D.

“The sight may be beautiful in Babylonia,” your voice sent shivers down his spine, “but the ones here on Earth are prettier.”

Bright irises staring at him with a gentle gaze amongst the dark plains, a genuine smile on your lips, “don't you think so, Chrome?”

The memory shook Chrome, his heartbeat skipping. What was it with him lately? Thinking of a particular person that he holds with high regard? It seemed unlike him, the man who only thought of perfection. Battles and tactics are his expertise that makes up his thoughts, yet such stray memories and incredulous scenarios have distracted him since his recent rendezvous with that certain commandant...

His hands tremble. They seem lonely. A small part of him wishes those familiar hands would hold them right now.

Gray Raven's esteemed Commandant. The very thought of her makes Chrome weak. He who should maintain a professional, beneficial relationship with her. Yet, thoughts beyond that relationship seemed to have spawned in his M.I.N.D.

Chrome entertains that thought to no avail. After all, a small part of him wishes he should have seen or heard from you tonight.

“Twinkle, twinkle, little star~”

Yes, something like a nursery rhyme that is sung by you. Sometimes, Chrome thinks you drove him insane to the point that he's having hallucinations of you.

“...how I wonder where you are~”

Wait. That voice seems closer and familiar. Surely, he wasn't dreaming. Chrome rushes to the source of the voice.

“up above the world so high,” the voice hiccupped, “like a diamond in the ska-ay~!”

Chrome thinks this sight is one of the best he's ever seen: sitting on the ledge of a fountain, gazing at the water beneath, your sky-blue dress nearly submerged yet you didn't look like she minded; in fact, in your hand was a glass of unfinished wine, and your face seemed too pleased with your antics, a contagious smile written on your face.

Gray Raven Commandant in the flesh. And drunk. (According to Chrome's readings anyway)

“Commandant!” Chrome's voice - shaking? - echoed throughout the garden, making you look, “Over here! What are you doing?”

You finally look at Chrome, your usual bright eyes laced with tiredness and mirth. Upon recognizing the figure that was approaching you, you cheerfully raised your glass to him.

“Hello stranger!!” your shoulders shake with visible joy, “you're hereeee, come on, come on! Join me in watching the fishies~”

Stranger? Perhaps the alcohol fogged your senses. “Fishies?” Curious, Chrome follows where your hand points, to the fountain...devoid of any fish, “I...see?”

Instead of fish, Chrome could recognize that the 'fish' the Commandant referred to are the coins that people must have thrown into the fountain. The reflection brought by the moonlight highlighted with the pattern underneath the fountain must have tricked you into thinking she was talking to fishes. Not wanting to break your delight, Chrome plays along.

“I named that lil' blue fish Lee, because he looks grumpy.” You giggle as you point to a blue-shaded coin, “then that pink one is Liv!”

“That's cute, Commandant,” Chrome chuckles, opting to sit at a considerable distance from you, “who else did you name?”

Lights over the garden seemed ethereal. Haloed with the gentle glow of the skies, the white noise of the party inside the hall, and the mellow laughter of the Commandant — Chrome could easily capture this memory for a lifetime, although you couldn't recognize him. He could try taking away the glass in hand and tell you that you're drunk, but he does not. Instead, he asks more about the 'fishes' you found. And somehow, you went silent.

“Commandant?” Chrome gently pokes the silent Commandant, “are you alright?”

“Mmm,” closing your eyes, you tapped your chin, “stranger, I can't see Chrome...”

The nickname seems to grow on him now. “Well,” he shrugged, “maybe he's sleeping.”

“Fishies never sleep!” opening your eyes just to stare at Chrome, “that's basic knowledge!”

Chrome could finally see you properly: the dress snugly fit you, the train already submerged in the water. Some strands of your hair framed your face perfectly. Alcohol flushed your cheeks in the shade of pink. Irises that still lit brightly amidst the dark, a sight Chrome could never forget. Blinking to come back to reality, Chrome reached out to brush away the strand that was on your lips.

“Some fishes sleep with their eyes open.” Chrome smiled, “but what you said is still, it's true, Commandant is always smart.”

A smug smirk flashed on your lips, arms crossed to assert her amusement, “hm! I told you!”

One of the sleeves fell to your arm as you moved. Flickering to that, Chrome spoke before reaching out to lift it, “Yes, of course. Commandant, are you not cold?”

“Nope!” Somehow filled with a new burst of energy, you drunkenly placed the glass in front of Chrome, making Chrome reel back, before struggling to stand up on the ledge with the heels on. Chrome acts quickly, aiding you by holding your legs for support. “I realized something!”

“Commandant! What are you doing, get down!”

“I need to find Chrome!” you spoke with such reverence, it could make Chrome cry, yet it only made him scared, “he could be drowning!”

Drowning? “Commandant, I know you're smart,” Chrome hesitates, before speaking, “but fishes don't dro-”

“-I know what I'm doing!” you grin at him, rotating your arm as if exercising and exhales, “that's why I'm going to save him from this ocean!”

At that moment, Chrome realizes where he went wrong. “Wait, Commandant, no!”

At least he tried to stop her.

A shivering Commandant is wrapped in Chrome's coat for tonight.

“Are you alright, Commandant?” Chrome spoke as he ran through the streets, “do you still feel cold?”

After the stupid attempt at jumping head-first into the water, Chrome had to save you - even after trying to get away from his hold. Now, you were tightly wrapped in Chrome's coat, carried like a princess in his arms.

Sneezing, you shook your head furiously, “I'm fine, you stranger! Why did you stop me?”

“The waters in Babylonia in the evening get colder. I don't want you to suffer from hypothermia.”

You whine, before sneezing once more. “I was fine! Oh well, I managed to get Chrome though.”

“You managed to- what?”

Fishing out of his hold and the coat, you childishly held out a white and blue-tinted coin. Chrome could only sigh in disbelief.

“Also, put me down, you stranger!” Attempting to wiggle out, you whine more as Chrome tightens his hold on you, the familiar way illuminated by the lights already in sight, “my mama said not to trust strangers!”

“Right,” Chrome laughed, his heart skipping a beat, “don't worry, I'm taking you to Chrome right now.”

Halfway through the run, you drifted off to sleep (and it granted Chrome the opportunity to see you comfortable with your guard down). Finally, they arrived in front of the Smith Estate.

Carefully opening the door, Chrome is met with a comforting silence. Were the cleaning robots still around? He knew his father wouldn't be around until the next day, which meant the robots were the only company. Stepping inside, he finds the place deserted, the faint sound of the Commadant's breathing filling the room. Placing you (not minding the water dripping off of you) to his room on his bed, Chrome rushes to the kitchen.

Still no robots around. Easy to explain and less hassle to explain why a stranger was in his bed. He'll worry about that the next day. Quickly, he grabbed a few pieces of food from the fridge and concocted a hangover drink and water.

Upon returning to his room, Chrome finds you still asleep on his bed. Silently placing the items he brought for you, Chrome wistfully gazes at you.

“you're always taking care of me, Chrome,” you'd say if you were awake, your voice echoes in his M.I.N.D., “I want to return the favor.” (You are now corrupting his thoughts.)

A little stir from you made Chrome snap out of his daydream. Slowly opening your eyes, looking around your surroundings in a daze, Chrome leans down to check on you.

“Commandant,” he softly calls out to you, hand touching yours, “are you awake? Can you sit up?”

“Mmmhm,” rubbing your eyes as you sat up, Chrome aiding you, “where am I...?”

“You're in my room. I will take you back to Gray Raven's headquarters when you've freshened up and rested. Come on, drink some water.”

Your legs dangle on the side of Chrome's bed as you sat up. Your figure, although shivering from the stunt, still seems smaller than him. Chrome reached out to grab the glass of water and hold it out for you, but you only stare at him.

“Commandant?”

“Ch...” you whisper, slowly lifting your cold hands to cup Chrome's cheeks, “Chrome...”

His heart flutters at the call of his name. With a free hand, he caresses the hold on his cheeks. “Commandant?”

“Why are you...hot?”

Chrome's cheeks burn at your touch, he noticed. Was it really the cooling system, or that his growing fondness for the Commandant of another team making him like this?

“The cooling system,” he chose the first option, “I'm trying to get it checked, don't worry.”

“Mmh, Chrome...”

Your innocent, sleepy eyes were looking at him. And you were leaning closer to him. A human instinct, Chrome leans forward as well, until their foreheads touch.

“...Chrome. Why don't you call me by my name?”

It feels expensive. It feels surreal. He wanted to tell her, but the words die in his throat.

“I will only do so, if you wanted me to do it, Commandant.”

“Mmh.” Your breath fans Chrome's own lips, further intensifying the heat in both of your cheeks. “Then, Chrome...”

He closes his eyes. Closer, closer...until you pulled away so abruptly. And then, a warm liquid spilled across his chest.

Chrome's eyes opened. Sometimes, the timings are uncanny.

—

A bathtub full of bubbles, lavender dousing the room with its intoxicating smell. Near the bathtub, Chrome sweats nervously as he stares at the guilty figure sitting on the toilet.

“I'm sorry,” the Commandant, who was usually strong and courageous in the face of danger, shrunk in guilt, voice timid and remorse, “I didn't mean to puke in front of you.”

“It's alright, it's not your fault,” he dismisses it, smiling slightly, “I was planning to get you changed...”

He is already wearing a new set of clothing, compared to you. After that quick nap, you seem sober. But based on Chrome's readings, you are still far from being sober. At least, you recognize him now. Squeaking, you shook your head. “I can't just let it slide. Is there anything I can do for Chrome?”

Kneeling on one knee, Chrome awkwardly pats you. “It's okay, really. Um...”

A reddening blush was on Chrome's cheeks as the words died in his throat. He motions to your soiled clothes, clearing his throat in an attempt to gather his pride.

“Commandant, I am going to...” whispering, “...I'm going to take off your clothes so you can...um, take a bath.”

You stare at him. Blinking tired eyes at him, you slowly nodded. “Okay.”

You turn your back on him, presenting the zipper on your back. For you, it seemed normal (Liv and Lucia are always hands-on whenever you are invited to events like this, so they're seen what's behind those clothes). But Chrome, whose ventilation was now out of place from the possible outcomes running through his head, was shaking and turning into a blushing tomato.

“You can unzip me, Chrome,” you pipped, noticing Chrome's silence, “I can't reach the top.”

A shaky exhale from Chrome. He mutters something you couldn't hear, but could feel the small pressure from his hand holding your hair to the side before resting on your shoulder.

“I will...start unzipping you, Commandant.”

It feels...intimate. The way Chrome held onto the zipper with care, thoughts running wild in his M.I.N.D., dragging it down slowly. You notice it, despite the alcohol fogging your thoughts. The sound of Chrome's nervous breathing, the water dripping from the faucet, the bubbles on the tub — it almost makes you sober.

However, a question seemed to linger on your lips. But before you could ask, Chrome had already unzipped your dress, the sleeves finally down on your shoulders.

“I-I'm done, Commandant.”

You turned to Chrome, a smile on your lips, “Thank you! But...are you...okay...?”

“Yes.”

You weren't that convinced. In front of you, Chrome's hands shook, and his face was in the deepest shade of red. You tilted your head to the side, before shimmying out of your clothes. Yes, still in front of the man who has been nothing but an angel to you.

“I'm done!” You excitedly quipped, standing up, causing the dress to fall to the floor. “where am I going next?”

Seemingly snapping out of his trance, Chrome looks down to pick up your clothes and dashes to the door. He stops by the door frame, his back facing you. “I need to put your clothes in the washer. They'll be ready after you take a bath.”

“Chrome, will-”

But he was already out of the door.

Chrome remembers every part of the laundry process, even without help from the robots. Yet, even though he has loaded up the washing machine (he knows it'll be done in at least 2 hours, clean and fragrant), his hands are still shaking, the memory in the bathroom turning his mind into a haze.

Even when he closed his eyes after he unzipped your dress, or when he heard it drop to the floor, he couldn't help but imagine — how your skin must feel under his touch, soft or smooth; the expanse of your back, would there be goosebumps like when you touch him; would there still be a smile on your face even when you would know about his feelings?

He accidentally slams the door of the washing machine too hard. It's all pointless, really; all he wanted was to show how eager his rapt attention, yet terrified that he may have crossed unwanted boundaries. Maybe he needed some rest. That's right - it has been a long week anyways. Sighing, he leaves to go back to the bathroom, in case you fell back to sleep...

— except, he called it too early.

“Chroooome,” you cried out as you whimpered in the tub, bubbles covering everywhere but your face, “I'm drowning!”

Suffice to say, he wasn't going to be relaxed tonight.

The water was warm.

And so was the hand that you wish you held onto as you dangled your arm on the ledge of the tub, reaching out to Chrome, who sat on the floor. You wanted something - but the golden boy wouldn't budge.

“Join meee,” you pouted, “don't you see I am a lonely girl sitting here so lonely?”

The light of the bathroom casts a glow over Chrome's frame. The sound of the water splashing around, paired with his humming, sends your mind in a close lullaby, you fear you'll only fall asleep at this rate.

“I see you well, Commandant.” He shook his head, “however, I will stay here.”

“Mean.” Huffing, you sunk to the comforts of the bubbling water, feigning annoyance to him “At least I could wash your hair...you said you'd allow me to see you with your hair down...”

“Commandant,” it's a surprise how Chrome could still hold his composure, voice calm and cool, “you are drunk. You are also very dirty, so it's best you wash up now and get dressed in something warm.”

“I'm not drunk!” Exasperatedly raising your hands, you glared at Chrome, “and I can't wash my hair...”

You look at him expectantly, to which he stares back with curiosity. Pointing to your wet hair, you whispered. “I always wondered what it's like to have my hair washed.”

“And?”

“Will you...wash my hair, please, Chrome?”

Crossing his arms, he thinks for a moment. “Will you promise not to do anything stupid?”

“No.”

As he scoots closer to you, you reeled back. Chrome mistook it as something else, when he sees the look on your face.

“...don't tell me you are planning to wash my hair in that.”

“Pardon?”

“Strip!” you pouted, “I get fussy when someone isn't touching me.”

In an instant, you see Chrome's cheeks tint a shade of pink. “Commandant, that sounded...”

“Hurry up,” you yawned, scooting a little closer to the faucet on your legs, “I won't look.”

True to your word, you look elsewhere but wherever Chrome was. Raising your hands high to your face (look how pruned they are, the longer you stay), before the shuffling of clothes and the sound of cautiousness tiptoes its way into the water, beside you. From your peripheral vision, you see two hands reach out to hold your open hands — have these hands looked so lonely until Chrome came?

“Look at you,” he huffs, fingers caressing the pad of your pruned fingers, “you should have been faster.”

You find comfort in this cramped space — the warm water that you're doused in, a familiar body close to yours, a heat that you never realized you've been craving all this time. You crawl; on Chrome's legs, your scent intertwined with the smell of lavender, you hope it rubs on the man beside you. Unknowingly, you crawled further, until your back hits the sturdy structure of Chrome's physique, leaning back to curl up in his chest.

“Can we stay like this?” the words slipped past your mouth, faster than you could have noticed. Without a word, his hands drifted to the expanse of your shoulders, your arms, your clavicle.

His hands rest there, as your body relaxes in his embrace. The subtle, erratic beating of his heart is there, it's not a surprise when yours mirrored his. And you smell the hint of vanilla on his skin, forgetting that he's humanoid in these very small moments. Yet, you breathe into it, the smell lulling you to sleep faster.

“If you want to,” he mutters, “I thought you wanted to rest.”

“I do, but I feel comfortable when there's someone else.”

The quiet snap of the shampoo bottle opens. Along the way, he places his hands over your head, gently massaging the tips of your hair to make the shampoo bubble, to your scalp. Gentle, soft as he held you like this. The way he pours the water over your head, careful enough to not let it reach your eyes. You must smell like lavender now; the scent already sinking into your skin, like how Chrome's warmth was seeping onto your cold ones. His touch felt unreal, it makes you want the world to freeze for a moment and only behold this scenario for a long, long time.

“Commandant,” even his voice was a whisper, movements slowing to a stop, a telltale sign that he's done, and a little emotion was hanging on your chest - annoyance - “finish up washing now. Your hair is done.”

A dissatisfied grunt escaped your lips. Sitting up straight, you turned to him, hands outstretched. “Let me wash your hair too.”

Slightly looking down from your chest, his eyes shot up to meet yours, the blush that was on his cheeks already invading his ears. “N-No. This bath is only for you, Commandant.”

“Pleaseeee,” you dawdled, brushing away the bangs that covered his face, “I want to help you.”

Although hesitant, he lets you anyway; you, crawling to straddle his thighs, reaching out for the shampoo on your right. His eyes were carefully trailing your movement, which made you shrink under his grasp, but you never minded (after all, the both of you are naked in front of each other, what else was the difference?). You mimicked his movements: massaging the scalp, entirely focused on how you moved your hands on him.

“You're so pretty, Chrome...”

“Huh...?”

“I'm drunk but you're still pretty.” you giggled, booping his nose, “in the morning, when I'm sober, I know you'll be prettier.”

You thread your hands into his hair now, forgetting that bubbles should come out, but you're too focused on everything around you, drowsiness coming to catch you.

“Your hair,” you mumbled, aware of his hands placed on your waist, “...it feels really soft.”

“Does it?” He chuckled, eyes closing, “I'm glad you think so, Commandant.”

Commandant. A title you've always worn, but the way he called you that, a gnawing feeling crammed in your chest — with that pretty mouth of his, a stray thought made you think: what would it be like if he were to say your name?

“You never call me by my name.”

Turquoise irises locked with yours. Unable to pull away, mesmerized by the magnitude it beheld as you stared at each other — you wanted to speak, but Chrome beats you to it.

“I- I never thought I'm allowed to say it.” Looking away, the flush you've seen earlier came back and dusted his cheeks, “we never established it before.”

“Call me by my name then, Chrome.”

You wonder how your name would sound when it leaves his lips. You wonder, if the sound of your heartbeat reverberates if speaks, if he calls you in a name hidden behind your title — and for a moment, you've realized.

“[Y/N],” it is quiet, a soft tone calling for your name, “[Y/N],”

All you could do is close your eyes. Your mind is racing. The sound of two people, breathing in the silence, in the warmth of another's presence. The bubbles are now dissolving in your fingers and in his hair, you're certain the ones on your head are gone too. Were you still drunk, or had the intensity of your feelings reached its threshold? It made your mind spin, and your fingers tremble. What was going on?

“Did that sound weird?” You opened your eyes to find Chrome's worried gaze. Still realizing the situation you're both in - and yet you were both comfortable now - you opened your mouth, only to close it.

You realized you've always liked Chrome all this time.

And the way he said your name is far from what you've imagined. You breathe in once more at his appearance: disheveled hair coated in shampoo, flushed cheeks in contrast to his pale complexion, doe-eyed in the shade of the light. Of course, you had to fall for this man. And it made your heart ache - alcohol or the touches alone? Who knows.

“No.” You quietly spoke, looking away, hiding the blush on your cheeks, “I...want to get out now.”

Chrome doesn't say a word. Instead, he stood up and left you there - confused, in a daze. When he comes back, a pair of clothes were on his arms.

“Can you stand, co...I mean, [Y/N]?”

“Thank you for the clothes.”

You spoke by the time you re-entered his room, the oversized shirt hanging loosely on your body. You looked at your appearance in the mirror twice before leaving the room, where you'd deemed it was good enough, however; judging by the way Chrome was staring at you intensely, head to toe, you couldn't help but wonder - is something wrong?

Chrome must have changed the sheets first, the shade of blue occupying the space on the bed. He now stood behind a smaller stool, a hair dryer in hand. You awkwardly stood, gesturing to the sight behind you: “I promise I'll repay you back when I get back.”

“The shirt,” He looks away for a moment, before clearing his throat, “it looks...good on you.”

You looked down — the oversized white shirt with the print fading away reaching down your thighs, just above your knees. At least, you were wearing something to combat the cold, yet your back catches the wetness of your hair, which made your temperature drop further. Noticing this, Chrome motions you to sit on the stool.

You are compliant with his wishes. He starts to turn the hair dryer on, before carefully handling your hair. In front of you was a tall mirror, which must have been Chrome's height. As he gently starts to dry your hair, you take in your surroundings - it's your first time in Chrome's room. As they say, the bedroom reflects its owner; tidy, neat, and everything in place. Various books with small print on the spine you couldn't make out on the shelves, the Queen-sized bed in the middle of the room. A perfectly neat study table with a few papers here and there near the dresser of the bed. It brings you to shame, how cleanly Chrome sets up his room which is far different from yours.

It reflects; your senses in a daze as you feel Chrome weaving through your locks, attentive to how his turquoise irises are on his masterpiece. Your eyes look up at his face once more.

“You also look good with your hair down.”

His attention flickers back to you. It's true - he looks more human this way, hair framing his face. Blinking slowly, he sheepishly laughs. “Ah, I always have my hair down after a shower. Do I look weird?”

“No.” You admit, “you look handsome still.”

Another wave of silence washes over. You realize you're more sober this way, the guilt of not talking too much gnawing on the back of your throat. But you are thankful, Chrome takes the opportunity.

“You are wearing my shirt that the F.O.S. gave,” humming, he brushes away the hair on your back, heat radiating off on your back, “they gave it shortly after graduation. I took it before father could notice.”

The hair dryer shuts off. He places it on the dresser, eyes still on your now-dried hair. You asked, “does your father not want you wearing these things?”

“He thinks it's useless. After all, medals and honor are the only valuable things the college would give to you.”

“But I see that it seems well-used,” you smell the cologne Chrome uses every day, “like you've always worn it.”

His hand is on your shoulder, tracing the outline. “Shortly after my Construct surgery, I always wore this. Anywhere as long as my father wouldn't see.”

A thought where Chrome wears the shirt comes to mind, in bed, clutching the fabric. Holding a handful and raising it to your nose, you spoke, “is there a reason?”

But he only sighs. “I am a Construct.” He looks up to meet your eyes in the mirror, “I am made for war. I threw away my humanity a long time ago.”

Those words tugged a hidden emotion in you. Spinning to meet his figure, you craned your neck just so you can properly look at him. Words are bubbling in your mouth, but it comes out dry.

Yet, you try anyway. “It's true that you're made for war, but you shouldn't be denied of these...”

“It's alright, co...[Y/N].” The call of your name sends your heart into somersaults, “I've learned it the hard way. There is no need for me to feel that way anymore.”

“Besides,” he added, as he got on one knee, smiling, “it's time for you to take a nap. It's past 2 am now. I wouldn't want my Commandant to be sleep deprived, yes?”

“I-” you looked at Chrome, you don't pretend you didn't mishear his words. Looking at his irises, you took a deep breath.

“The first time I saw Chrome,” you began, “I always thought you were attractive.”

That caught his attention. Tilting his head with an eyebrow raised, he curiously asked, “I'm sorry?”

“I wondered why a human like me was roaming around the city ruins that day.” You fidgeted with the hem of your clothes, “But then, I saw your inver-device.”

Ah, this memory. Chrome remembers it fondly. In the heat of dispute, where Lee had been injured badly, he doesn't remember if it was the situation at hand or the way the sunlight shone down on you that day - either way, he always thought it was something for that moment.

“It didn't change one bit of my impression of you.” You take a deep breath, “I think...it became something else.”

Your heart beats chaotically. You're sure it's the alcohol, but you're also aware that it's your feelings shaping at this very moment. Your hands tremble with want - to hold Chrome, to hold his hand.

“Something else?”

“I don't see you as a Construct, Chrome,” you whispered, reaching out to touch his chin, eyes trailing where your finger touched, “I see you more than that.”

You're aware; his gaze on you, as his own fingers shake as they touched yours. Such feelings have echoed in your mind, and you are afraid they wouldn't go away unless you tell them upfront. Are you scared to be rejected? Too bad, you're not; let the alcohol drain all your fears tonight.

“I don't want you to keep calling me 'Commandant'. I don't like it when you see me as someone from F.O.S., but I like it when you touch me, or when you're close to me-”

His hand is holding yours now. Firm, gentle. He's in front of you, and you swore you could see the future reflect in his irises. It's warm, the way he grasped your hand, fingertips touching his lips. His eyes are closed - a single kiss on every finger, mouth muttering some kind of prayer.

“[Y/N],” he whispers on your fingers, gazing at you with an expression you've never seen him make before.

Loving. Adoration. Something along those lines. It claws on your stomach, inching up to the top, that if you opened your mouth you would regret.

“When I saw you at that time, I didn't know what to think. I remember thinking: would you only be another soldier I will see on the battlefield, regardless if dead or alive?”

“Am I the former?”

“A part of me thought so. But...”

He pauses, before taking your hand to his chest, a strong vibration echoing there. Your heart feels the same, it wishes to free itself from the cages of your ribcage and into whatever was in the middle of the both of you.

“If I were to lose you, I...wouldn't know what I'll do.”

Heaviness weaves in your chest. You wrap your arms around his neck for support, blissfully unaware of the distance left between your lips. “Chrome,”

“[Y/N], I cannot...”

“I like you, Chrome.” It is a genuine confession. You never lied. “I like you too much, that I feel like my heart can't handle it if you disappear on me, too.”

A confession that brought tears to your eyes. “I want to run away with Chrome. I don't want to be away from you.”

“I'm not going away.” He took you by the waist, propping you on his thighs, “I'm here.”

“Meeting you...being here with you...it feels enchanting.” You closed your eyes, blindingly touching wherever your hands meet, “Please don't be in love with someone else...”

Chrome feels like it's the first time for him to recognize the ability to love. The passion for studying, living in the moment where examinations take place, keeping everything orderly — it has always been how he always lived. Yet, for the first time — someone was here in his room, in his touch, in this space. It makes him greedy; it makes him wild.

“[Y/N],” his hands cup your cheek, nuzzling your cheek, “I feel the same way. I like you - I adore you. Every glory I will bring to you, it will be all for you.”

That confession triggered something inside of you - to bridge the gap between the both of you. Leaning forward, the urge to slam your lips to him right there and then grows fervently. However, a hand stops your advances. Pulling back, you are met with a blushing Chrome, looking at you in awe.

“Comman- I mean, [Y/N], as much as I want to kiss you...I cannot. I can't kiss you when you are still drunk.”

“But I want to, let me show you how much I like you.”

His hand easily slips under your shirt, warm ones grasping your hips, rubbing circles around it, “In the morning. When you are sober, when you are about to make better judgement. I will let you do whatever you want.”

A mischievous smile graced your lips. “Anything?”

The blush on his face became a darker shade. Shyly nodding, “Yes, anything.”

He eases into his arms. Lifting you up and carrying you to bed, a thought crosses your mind — you, in a long white gown, and him, in a silver tuxedo. You see him in the lights of the room, illuminated in this dark evening, his smile sending ripples of your heart into motion. You see him this way, your hand carrying a bouquet of flowers that you both love, your fingers intertwined with a ring of promise. In your thoughts he carries you like this, and you swore it felt familiar; one day, you wish. You would have to tell him in the morning.

But for now, the alcohol hits you harder more than ever, drowsiness threatening to shut your eyes. As you felt yourself dip into the mattress - his bed - you wish you could stay with him, the lingering warmth on your skin now fading as you feel him pull away. But your mouth is a jumbled mess, only opting for the fatigue to succumb to you. So, you use your hand, grasping whatever you could reach - his shirt, his hand, his arm.

“Don't go.” You beg, voice laced with grogginess and want, “won't you stay here?”

“I will be sitting here next to you. Don't worry, I'm not going away.”

“No,” your voice sounds like you're pleading now, “don't go, stay beside me. I want you to be beside me when I wake up.”

“[Y/N]...”

“Stay with me, Chrome.”

With a sigh, you feel the space beside you dip. The shuffling of sheets, the smell of lavender invading your weary senses. At last, warm hands enclose yours, before placing them close to his lips, one last kiss before darkness consumed your senses.

“Goodnight, [Y/N],” you knew he'd tell you that, “I will see you in the morning.”

Chrome doesn't see you in the morning.

When sunlight slipped through the windows, he woke up to an empty space beside him. Disappointment comes knocking on his door, calling out that he was only dreaming for something unreal, something that only humans would indulge in. Although the sheets prove that someone else was here with him last night, he doesn't dwell on that slipping hope. Instead, disappointment and frustration, paired with despondency, makes a home inside his chest and his M.I.N.D.

No longer interested in ruminating on the mattress, he drags himself out of bed. However, the robots that usually greet him aren't around still. But the floors and the walls on the rooms he passed are cleaner than what he saw last night.

Probably elsewhere. Probably at the garden.

But the glass door to the garden shows no signs of robots, at least where his sight can reach. No robots cutting grass or cleaning the pool. At times like these, they should've been around. Where were they?

A sound of an R5 cleaning robot chimes in nearby. Chrome follows the sound, and the sight isn't something he was expecting.

“You did well,” your voice feels like a cloud, floating amongst the sea of beeping robots, “thank you for your help.”

Your back faces Chrome. Crouching in front of a faceless R5 cleaning robot, you gently patted its "head", small giggles on your lips.

“You're a good robot, aren't you,” the sound of beeping seemingly mirroring an appreciative noise, “you're a very good robot.”

A sizzle comes out of the oven, to which you jump to your feet, scrambling to reach the stove. “Ah, it's getting burned!”

Chrome couldn't help but admire you; the way you move, your interactions with the robots although lifeless, and your cautiousness seemed to boost his adoration for you. It must have been his M.I.N.D., but the sunlight on your toes, his shirt that fits you perfectly despite being too big for you, and the smile as you tasted whatever you were cooking — it hits him harder. The want, the like, the adoration for someone he could never think he'd fall for. The feeling that his chest had earlier disappeared; only warmth began to repair its fractured roots.

“Chrome?” Your quiet voice called out, the beep of the robot chiming in, “you're awake.”

“And you're here.”

Is this what pining feels like? An unspoken feeling that settles deep between the distances of the two of you. He knows he shouldn't hope, when a night drowned in alcohol remembers nothing. Yet, the way your eyes seem to tell him something, he hopes to cling onto whatever was left in his pride.

“Good morning,” he spoke, aware of his morning voice now, “I apologize that you had to be the one to cook.”

“N-no, it's alright! The robots mostly did the work. I merely supported them.”

“Still,” he slowly approached you, timid footsteps leading to you, “the fact that you treat them as if they're human too speaks a lot.”

“It's even a surprise that they show no hostility to you. They are trained to fend off those who are unfamiliar in the household.”

“Commandant [Y/N] is welcomed.” the robot from earlier chirped, “helped us with housework.”

“Mr. Smith also invited me here once in a while to talk about politics.” You shrugged, opting to pat the robot once more, “I just did a favor for them.”

You nodded to it, to which it purrs in your touch. Satisfied, it happily trots away, probably deciding to work elsewhere.

Another silence. You've decided to go back and finish cooking the food, but the fire had long been doused (probably from the advancement of this stove?). Chrome wants to talk, yet no words could be formulated in his head. After the agonizing long silence, you took a deep breath and exhaled loudly.

“I remember what happened last night.”

Chrome freezes. He looks up to meet your guilty eyes looking elsewhere. “You do?”

“I...am regretful that I puked on you. That's why I decided to clean up here as an exchange.”

Ah, so you don't remember what happened afterwards. Chrome's heart sinks, before noticing you looking away, and a creeping blush on your cheeks.

“I...also remember that I asked you to take a bath with me.”

Memories of last night came crashing over his M.I.N.D. The garden, the bed, the bathtub, the hair dryer, and your skin — all a mixture of things that only makes him go haywire. His blush mirrors yours; that means one more thing.

“I also remember telling you how I feel.” You began, “and I...”

The sinker comes. And Chrome's heartbeat isn't sure now. But you - you approached him, eyes down, figure covered, but reaching out to him. With shallow breaths, you raised your hand to his chest, before looking up. And there - your eyes meet his. Same innocent, shimmering eyes looking at him with vigor, with enchantment; he forgets how to breathe.

“I like you, Chrome.”

You've said it once more. Sober, genuine, and true. And it breaks Chrome's heart into pieces, folded and mashed into dough, before it forms in the shape of a heart. You've set the oven now; his feelings are ready to be baked, ready to be eaten - and he wants you. No, he needs you to be the one to take it.

“I still like you, even when I'm drunk or sober. I want to be with you all the time. I want you, Chrome. I want you to be part of the future that I am building.”

Wordlessly, he captures your hips and pulls you close, him leaning down just so the proximity knows no bounds. He feels your breath ghost his lips, your heartbeat in his ribcage - it beats, and beats, and beats so loudly he forgets you're in the kitchen at daylight; in a house he's grown up with no love, but he's here now. Creating a love that no Smith can forge.

“A concrete object made of materials and information, whose borders are continuously constructed and reconstructed,” said the definition for 'Smith'. He could live in that definition forever, but what about Chrome?

“I am forging a new one.” He whispers, “I am...bridging the new future with you.”

Your eyes are shining, and there he knew-

“I like you, too, [Y/N].”

If only bodies were capable of seeing what's happening underneath, a cadenza ringing in Chrome's heart, beating furiously for you, only you. You smiled, a mischievous gaze written across your face.

“Does the offer about me doing anything I want when I'm sober still stand?”

He smiles back. “Of course.”

“I want to kiss you.”

Tiptoeing to reach Chrome's height, you craned your neck and tugged his shoulder. But Chrome is kind; he hoists you up by the hips, capturing your lips in an instant.

Sweet is a word to describe the first kiss Chrome shared with someone in his life. Forget the war, forget that you're on the kitchen island; it's only two lovers baring their adoration for one another, sharing a kiss blessed in daylight. It's warm, it's soft, it's needy - the way you both melt into each other, how you wrapped your arms around his neck, or how his hands are holding you up. Enchanted, Chrome's M.I.N.D. echoes, it's really enchanting.

Satiated, you both pull away, breathless, as your foreheads touch. He doesn't let you go, though. You (unfortunately) do, when the other kitchen door opens, a parade of little robots bursting through the door.

You cheer as the little robots go through the surprise: a small banner written "Happy Birthday!" hastily, and the cake you baked earlier with the robots. Chrome looks at you confused, before noticing what the parade had brought.

“How-”

“Happy birthday, Chrome,” You beamed, hands cupping his cheeks, “you deserve the celebration.”

“Thank you.” He whispers on your chin, leaving little kisses there, “I really appreciate this...I appreciate you.”

“You should enjoy today.” You winked, “my birthday present to you is for later.”

“Later?”

You squeezed his arm. He blushes. “Yes, later.”

Chrome is thankful his heart doesn't need to somersault out of his chest now. At least, until later.

HAPPY LATE ACTIVATION DAY CHROME!!!!!! please like, reblog, share, comment down on this post! don't copy and plagiarize my work!!

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Shuichi wasn't much of a Tiktok watcher, he was often too busy for what he considered ''dumb entertainement'', but today he had absolutely nothing to do, no work, nothing about classes… he could lazy out, just for a day at least.

He was laying on bed when he decided to open Tiktok and watch, it was mostly full of uninteresting facts that he already knew and flat girls doing some dances, nothing of his interest, he was gonna close the app and take a nap until…

''Heyaaaaa, Akamatsu here~'' Kaede had a Tiktok?! That's the first thing he thought, and by the amount of followers, likes and replies… she was a big one! ''So i've heard about some magic words from my friend Miu… normally i wouldn't trust something like that… but i saw that it was so trendy so why not! I still don't know what it does, but it should be fun!''

Shuichi was still trying to recall a time she told about her tiktok, but then he got distracted, Kaede left the camera in her tripod to show her whole body in her dorm, she was still wearing her usual school outfit, and of course, her usual curves with her double Ds~

''So… i gotta do this…'' She makes peace signs with her hands ''And just say… UwU!~'' Nothing happened for 3 seconds, Shuichi felt bad for her for a moment for falling into a dumb joke but then…

''M-moooooo… M-MOOOOOOOO!~'' Her chest started to rapidly grow on camera, from double Ds to DOUBLE GS, slowly tearing apart her pink shirt, revealing her super small cow bikini top (she always had it, she thought it was just cute!~) being stretched out, just covering her nipples, her ass also grows enough to lift her skirt, showing upo her cow panties, and be useless, and her thighs became so big they touched each other easily~ Shuichi was beyond disbelief, he thought this was some sort of edit, but it looked way to real, and well… he was liking it, judging by his huge bulge forming on his cute tight pants~

''Mooooooo!~ The Cowede has escaped the barnnn my faithful fanssss~ I will show you all tomorrow at my concert the real skill of a COW BITCH~~'' She slapped her own giga cow jugs together, and with a newly adquired 4ft long tongue started slobbering all over her own tits~ ''Cowede will wait all of you, sweeties~ SLURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP~~ MWAAAAAAAAAAAAH~~~~''

The video ended… it was real, he knew he was real… Shuichi was now just panting and looked behinf his phone… yepo, fully erect and he came already buckets of cum, the Cowede truly is going to get muuuuuch popular~

[princessuncertain]

My Little Pony: and always do the good guys win, these cute little colourful horses use the magic of friendship to destroy the big meanies

My Little Pony fans: HEYY my name's gerald im a nazi and i think it would be fun if the pink one committed sexual assault and also shock horror video haha!!

Death Note: This is our destroyed protagonist. He was a great man once, but there is nothing left of him now, and the one most to blame is himself. He's left a path of destruction in his wake and must now die for it. He cannot be saved. Those who survive his tyranny are destroyed and lonely. Serial killers PTSD mental illness mafia sexual assault stalking domestic abuse suicide

Death Note fandom: uwu what sweet bbs! What if 👀 they cuddled 🫂 and went to therapy ❤️

[kawaii-claw-machine]

may we request a capsule for a sayori fictive? leaning heavily into being virtual, handling friendships, and glitchcore/melodycore aesthetics

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Name: Sayori

Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them, Shi/Hir, Thiy/Thim, Pink/Pinks Bow/Bows Frill/Frills,Rib/Ribbon Smile/Smiles Ted/Teddy, Straw/Strawberry Berry/Berrys Glitch/Glitches Musi/Music Delete/Deletes, Rope/Ropes :3 (THIS ONES A JOKE OKAY) :3/:3’s :D/:Ds Nya/Nyas UwU/UwUs OvO/OvOs 🎀/🎀s ❤️/❤️s 💕/💕s

Age: 14

Gender Identity: Cutegender, Ribbongender, Glitchlexic, Lyricsian, Demigirl, Demigender.

Sexuality: Panromantic, Reciproromantic, Asexual

Role: Depression masker, Autism masker, Adhd masker, Online alter, Social alter, Caretaker, Dear, friendship handler, Friendship builder, System masker, Soother, Hygiene helper.

Positive front triggers: Social media, Stuffies, Littles needing taken care of, Fronter(s) being lonely/needing a friend, Seeing friends, Favourite songs.

Likes: Strawberry things, Cute things, Ordering packages from temu, Roblox games, Talking to headmates, Posting online, Taking to people online, Making friends (online and IRL), Social media, Strawberrys, Sleeping.

Dislikes: Dark chocolate, Source media, Reminders of source, Source being talked about, Cold showers, Being away from phone, Being outside, Blood

Aesthetic: Glitchcore, Melodycore, Cutecore, Lazycore

Species: Human, Cathearted

Source: Sayori - DDLC

Personality/Short description: Sayori is great at making new friends and expressing hirself, exspecaly online, bow treats social media as an adventure, talking and meeting new people, although ribbon is always making sure her and their headmates are safe online. Aside from being online, teddy is a caretaker to the littles, often looking for activity’s to do with them and cheering them up with strawberry’s silliness.

Faceclaim:

!! reblog if you use !!

requests are open !

* headmates may not turn out as planned, and that’s okay! *

This headmate was packaged by multiple alters

[rednleafff]

Just some cute nicknames for Yummi✨

My favorite is 🔥anarchist🔥 uwu

(I promise she has more clothes then the unicorns onesies;;-;;;;)

(I also misspelled mariposa even after I checked 10 times how to write it correctly- there is no hope for me orz)

Just a little info dump about every relations here :D

Yummi & señor huaso: they get along quite well, he’s always free to give her advice on something if she asks. she even worked at his restaurant at the age of 14 for couple of months- although her work ethics were a bit to forwarded or to aggressive in-front of customers that gave him some trouble later- they grow even closer afterwards :>

Yummi & Draxum: (It might sound a bit vague cause their relationship is an important part of my story and I don’t want to spoil anything to much yet)

Draxum is rather cold towards Yummi in the beginning (for reasons I can’t say a the moment-) he’s not terrible to her or anything, but he prefers not to engage with her. but sadly for him- he falls for the cute face trick eventually- but it takes a long time for him to fully except her. And after some serious plot shenanigans happens- the two will form more close relationship.

Yummi & Splinter: she’s the first granddaughter- so you bet she got so much attention from him- especially after reflecting on his life, Splinter wants to avoid doing the same mistakes he did long ago with his sons, and sort of try to redeem him self with being a the best grandpa.

He’s was only one who called her by the nickname “little Teal”, and the meaning behind it is sort of- Teal is a greenish blue color, and because she’s sort of like Leo’s daughter she gets a color that a bit similar to him :>

Eventually her main color becomes pink though- but the Teal color will always make an appearance in someway :>

[groovygladiatorsheep]

Sasha doing pokemon fusions? hummn .. happiny + mudkip, I think it'd be cute

As always, Fritz gets to keep the requests character I make uwu

I think they look cute !!!!! What’s funny is most of pink/blue pokefusion I do will be purple because fusion

Pokefusion done so far !

[blackstarchanx3new]

I LOVE YOUR RED DESIGN SO MUCH

He is SO OOOUUUUUUUUUHHHHGGGGG

all your designs for the fsr cast are so so so tasty i love them all ooouwwwaahhhwhwhhwhwhwaahaewawawaaa

Thanks! XD

There's no competition, I love the new one SO MUCH.

Trying to make them all look different while still having that Link flare is a challenge but fun.

His pink hair is such an improvement over the bright red that blended WAAAY to much into his hat.

Trying to draw his eyes more similar to how Akira does as well.

I made him slightly paler and Blue slightly less pale to give them some skin variation.

Red's hair and skin were blending too much imo before I made him paler. Working with various shades of red and pinks is so hard agh.

Gave him a more cherry red tunic too + a red for his belt and hat rim.

I'm taking this as an opportunity to talk about things I love about drawing/designing them.

Blue's super long side burns are a favorite design choice tho. XDDDD

Blue also has a more unique nose shape being inspired by the noses in Soul Eater.

Him having no tights I think shows his wreck-less nature. XD

Thicc eyebrows are visually tasty and don't let anyone say otherwise-

Vio's face + hair is a favorite of mine. He has such a draw-able face.

Him wearing twilight princess Link's outfit is very fitting for him I think.

Him always having his sword visible is annoying to draw but also shows he perpetually has it there is kinda off-putting.

It's also SUCH a stark contrast when in the head space he has no armor and is in way less clothes. I wouldn't call them "revealing" because they're not, but they are compared to his 100% head to toe covered look in the real world. No armor, no long sleeve shirt no long tights. Just a baggy t shirt and shorts lol.

His tunic having a chainmail layer underneath is fun, Vio is the most armored up Link out of the four atm with his arm guards PLUS chainmail.

Vaati is literally color-picked from minish cap and his design is taken right from that too, but playing around with him reverting back to Wind demon mode is super fun art wise.

His colored Akira art is so desaturated agh. XD

I'd love to give Vaati a new outfit at some point tho.

Dark's blank slate design is a favorite of mine. He's so dang cute but I'm very excited to draw him in new things when he gets a new outfit. I think atm tho it draws attention to his creepy chest eyeball, changing hair and his expressions more since his outfit IS so bland.

I just love Link. He is so precious to me. Trying to work in all the colors from the four of them was a challenge but also really satisfying in the final design I think.

I just love how Green is tiered and his hair is similar to Link's but with a cap on. Also he makes me like the color green I typically don't like working with green. XDDDD

His hair is a MESS and inspired by Oracle of ages manga Link's hair. Specifically how it tilts down instead of sticking upward like in FS.

Him wearing Ocarina of Time Link's outfit is fun but I think it works better on Shadow. XDDDD

I'm really happy people liked Gannondorf because I struggled hah. My art style is more simple than Akira's but I'm glad I could capture the essence of Gannondorf. UwU

Like, he was mostly inspired by Twilight Princess Gannon with Wind Waker and Ocarina Gannon flare.

Ngl I love how OOT Link's outfit looks on Shadow Link. He looks so edgy.

The hot topic boots and different toned brown for his chest belt and actual belt are just the cherry on top. XD

I try to keep his hair in line with how it's drawn in FS because it gives him a unique silhouette when he's a shadow.

Though I'd love to design him more Gannondorf inspired attire like his desert cloak.

His TP manga Midna inspired look was mostly due to me wanting to find a way to show his expressions while ALSO showing he is an entirely black shadow.

Anyways yeah, FSR is very fun to work on visually XD