#this was for me and me only i fear

[downbadumu]

“I hope you’re ok”, but you’re the reason

༄𓏸ଳ˚࿔⋆ content summary: a somewhat sequel that’s set in the same universe as this, slight angst, reader is not MC, this was self-indulgent so you don’t have to read it 😊, a little yearning and a whole lot of not doing anything about it

༄𓏸ଳ˚࿔⋆ word count: 617

༄𓏸ଳ˚࿔⋆ shanna's notes: I love this man and it’s ruining my life!!!!!! (up next in the same series [maybe]! my boy only breaks his favourite toys, call me back, falling)

It was by pure chance that you bumped into a curious girl outside of your work one day. You almost spooked her bones out of her. You didn’t even bother to question her, you like to lead a “not my crime scene, not my bleach” kind of lifestyle; besides, you could practically smell how harmless she was. She stuttered out an explanation anyways, you didn’t pay attention to her until she mentioned a certain colleague and then it all clicked in your head.

This is her.

You hadn’t mean to but you studied her a little closer; she seemed kind, curious with a bit of a rebellious streak, a little more stupid than she leads on but you guess she did look a little like you at certain angles. She stared at you nervously, noting how you were taking her in so you flashed her an easy smile before walking away. “Ok, well, it was nice talking to you, sweetcakes.”

Up until now, you’ve been telling yourself you haven’t been avoiding and ignoring Caleb. Ignoring because, even though you knew him so well by heart you could accurately predict where’d he be, he still had a way of being at a corner you turn in the midst of avoiding his usual routes. He doesn’t try to talk to you anymore, but it was nice to see him around. The next logical step for you was to take on more projects that had you travelling. Problem solved.

Then, it was extra solved because after your half year long project was done, you came home wanting to settle into a slower, warmer pace; though you were never able to catch a glimpse of him again despite going out of your way to take his usual routes.

“He moved back,” Gideon said to you as he set his lunch opposite of you. You raised your eyebrow with practiced nonchalance. “Said it was his idea, insisted actually.”

How dare he.

“Which sucks because how could he have-”

You didn’t want to pay attention anymore, mind drifting off to that ditz with the boring hair you met way back when.

“-ays, he said he’d be back this Saturday for a round of ball, if you’d like to see him?” You hear Gideon question.

You shook your head. This wasn’t your crime scene anymore. You scoffed when Gideon raised his brow at you. “No, I’m committing murder on Saturday.”

Gideon had the audacity to laugh.

Caleb’s finger hovered above the call button. A series of numbers that he never saved because he didn’t think he’d need it on his phone. As he mentally double checked the numbers, a movement caught his eyes; she was tugging on the house’s hose trying to get it further out so she could water the flowers on the farthest corner of the house. Your number ran in his head, and a fond smile tugged on his lips.

But Caleb didn’t bother pressing the button, even though his finger still lingered on it. He knew that you wouldn’t pick up. He could picture you from a lifetime ago watching your phone with vacant eyes as it rang, waiting for it to stop so you could text him back. Not anymore, though. Not since you took on longer projects at faraway places, especially not since your confrontation that he ignored. You might still watch your phone ring (he wondered if you changed his ringtone yet), but you wouldn’t pick up any more, so he doesn’t bother to try. He resorts to thinking about it, the same way he used to think and guess which way you’d use to avoid him.

“Caleb!” Her voice was whiny. He sighed and held the backspace button until your number vanished from his screen, but he doesn't exit the app when he locked and set his phone down.

[the-palelady]

cowboy!ghost that walks into the doctor’s tiny office right beside town hall just to see his favorite little nurse. he’s filthy, drenched in sweat from the sweltering summer heat, and caked up with dirt from herding cattle all morning and afternoon.

most might grimace at the grime that covers the few exposed parts of his skin. however, you skitter over to him as soon as you make sure one of your regular patients has everything they need before they go on their own way.

his palm finds the dip of your hip easily, falling there as if it's second nature.

"how was you're day, honey?"

you melt into the hand that holds your waist, practically purring at the sound of the nickname dripping from his lips like honey.

"this a new dress?" his hand is dipping lower, gently grabbing the fabric of your skirts and pinching them between his thumb and index.

you're so enamored by the way he looks right now. dirty maybe, but for some reason you can't peel your eyes away from him, at a loss for words. so you simply nod, a flush cascading along the apples of your cheeks.

"was made for ya, sweetheart."

his thumb and index find your chin, pinching it and craning your neck.

when his rough lips meet yours, everything fades to black. the sound of the doctor's approaching footsteps don't even scare you back into modesty, fingers fiddling with the shirt that's tucked into the waistband of his jeans.

simon's lips leave you with a dark chuckle. his forehead rests against yours as he lowers his voice, loud enough for only you to hear.

"now, now, doll. s'not the place for that. wait until we get home, hm? i'll take good care of ya."

[hinamie]

03/20

hbd itadori yuuji the mc of all time!!!!!!

[ruporas]

and together we set out on a journey to find treasure! (id in alt)

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Being someone who read Under The Red Hood and came out with the firm belief that, for Jason, it's not about killing Joker, it's about Jason wanting proof Batman would choose him over the Joker (bc shelia chose the joker). Makes seeing any other media where it's all about just wanting the Joker dead is a teeny bit frustrating. to be honest

Jason could've killed the Joker himself, really, really easily. Jason kidnaps the Joker before the confrontation. I can't open my comic for a reference right now, but it felt like he had the Joker for quite a bit before the confrontation. He had him. He beat him up with a crowbar. He had every single opportunity to kill the Joker himself, but he didn't because that wasn't his goal. Make no mistake, he did plan for the Joker to be dead by the end of it, but do you see what im trying to say here

Edit: If I knew this post was gonna get 1000+ notes I would've tried to word it better or something, this was a rant I made on the way to the grocery store 😭

It's not about making Batman kill either. When Batman says he won't kill, Jason adjusts and goes, 'Let ME kill the Joker or kill me to stop me' instead. The test is all about Batman choosing him. The whole final confrontation is Jason's first death again. The parent, The Joker, and the explosives. It even ends with Jason unable to move as a bomb goes off right next to him again because the parent didn't choose Jason. And instead tried finding an option that'd benefit them and (consequencely) letting the Joker walk, again, lol, lmao <-in agony

[xxplastic-cubexx]

[right to left]

finally finished This Wip from Ever ago and so now i ask you ever look into another dudes eyes and suddenly want to do whatever he wants

[pixlatedvampire]

my first thought was them lmao

[honestlyitsjustsam]

missed opportunity on larian's behalf

[beastlyidiocy]

Feuċ, súile Dé go fuireaċ air

[turtleblogatlast]

Based on this post of mine, haha.

Leo finds The Last Unicorn. Core memories are made.

[keferon]

Two Peas in a Pod: part 4/?

Hopefully the dialog isn't confusing.

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"Still dizzy?" 

"Not really," Jazz answered with a comfortable smile, though stole a quick glance over to the gate. The first since Blaster had arrived for the morning routine. The other mer wasn't awake yet last he saw, but he was shifting more. The medication had obviously long worn off by now, but Jazz still hoped they weren't in too much pain. 

But Blaster noticed and it prompted him to pause his checks to ask, "did he wake up last night?" 

"Kinda? He could have been talking in his sleep though." 

"Hm, there's a good chance he'll be up soon, then." 

Jazz's expression of his usual cheerfulness shifted, just slightly and if it had been anyone other than Blaster, they would have missed it. He flipped the clipboard over in his lap and rested his elbows against his crossed legs. 

"You're nervous," Blaster pointed out gently and gave Jazz an encouraging smile. "Is this about their injuries, or is this about making a friend?" 

The mer's face soured and he looked away. "I thought I wasn't supposed to ask." 

"That was about the gate, and I'm sorry about that." It was just the two of them on the pier, but Blaster still practised a surveying sweep of the area with what looked like stretching. Then with a lower voice, he continued, "The Vet Chief wanted to fully isolate them from you, to keep them in a transfer-crate, at least until the injuries had a low risk of reopening. I argued that it would put them under a lot of undue stress, and you because you knew the Mer was here. Which is part of why it took so long for–" 

"–and it's fine to say this now?" Jazz snapped and turned back to him with a small scowl. 

"Jazz, how many staff members were in your area yesterday? When we talked about the gate?" 

He paused, trying to recall. Blaster was with him and the group that went into the bay had five… seven? 

"There was thirteen, Jazz," he supplied, knowing that any answer coming would be incorrect. It was a lot of people, and with Blaster already known for making waves on the regular, the sudden addition had eyes and ears on him. That, and because he had fought so hard against the 'great idea' brought up in the first meeting after emergency treatment had ended. "You didn't even clock the vet on standby at the pier entrance." 

Jazz huffed and laid out flat, resting his chin on his crossed arms. Okay, so he wasn’t paying attention to who was around. "Then what is it about the gate? I get the bit about climbing the walls, but…" 

"That one is on me, I was – am – being overly cautious. Not of you, but of others misunderstanding your excitement or anxiety as aggression. And I know how persistent you can be when something catches your interest. But that's not the point, what is, is that if the team reports you showing signs of aggression, they'll… remove him." 

Now looking worried, Jazz glanced from Blaster to the gate. "But what if he shows aggression?" 

"We're expecting that, at least at first." Blaster wanted to reassure him, but there were still too many unknown variables. "Unknown place with an unfamiliar face, and likely limited communication. There is bound to be backlash." 

Jazz looked down with an expression of growing despair, before dropping his face against his arms. His words muffled, "so whether he stays or not depends on me being able to talk with him." 

Blaster reached out and placed his hand on the orca's shoulder. "Listen, buddy, this might be hard to hear. But let me explain, okay? … So far it looks like there are no issues and the current plan is to have him released once he recovers." As he feels Jazz tense, Blaster frowns in understanding and begins to rub his shoulder to comfort him. "There is only one reason that the aquarium wouldn't go through with it, and honestly, I don't want that to happen. It's all sorts of fucked up and would only make things worse– but I don't want you to distance yourself from him. I want you to try and befriend him." 

"… why," Jazz asked weakly, cursing him for telling him the truth – for reminding him of the truth – for breaking his small piece of hope of not being alone anymore. If he was going to be taken away, if he was just going to lose him no matter what, then it would hurt less if he just ignored him. 

All sorts of answers bounce around in Blaster's mind. From wishful thinking – because I want you to go with him. To long term goals – anything we could learn could help Mers everywhere. But he settled on as close to the truth as he could. "Because I'm trying to make sure that no matter what happens, it's the best result for both of you. But I can't do that if the two of you can't at least work together. So, I'm asking you to try." 

"Right," because he doesn't need to be kept here to survive… he just needs time to heal. Where I – "–right. Okay, I'll try… but where do I even start?" Jazz took a deep breath to compose himself before he lifted his head. 

"Well, why don't we see if sleepy-head is waking up? Maybe he'd like breakfast." Blaster offered, first with a reassuring smile, but then twisted it into something more mischievous. "And maybe you could find out if he's got a beautiful name, too." 

It took a second to realize what Blaster was getting at, and for the first time in his life Jazz felt bashful. "W-what are you talking about?" He hid it terribly. 

"He's beautiful~" he whispered dramatically, and Blaster learned that mers could in fact blush. 

— 

When Blaster left to get food for the wild mer, Jazz calmly made his way over to the view port. Only to be taken by surprise, he was looking directly at Jazz. Though, glaring, might be more accurate with how his face was pulled tight with focus and the sheer intensity of his stare. 

But otherwise, they were completely calm. Jazz wasn't sure if that was a good sign or bad. Yet, it didn't stop his nervous excitement from returning. He waved with one of his best smiles – one without teeth – and greeted him with a friendly, "hello!" 

What he got in return was a slightly more intense furrowing of their brow – irritation or confusion? 

"Oh! Sorry, habit." Jazz switched to mer. {Hi!} 

The tension didn't leave his face, but there was slight movement and, again, Jazz didn't know how to interpret that. But he did answer, {||၊|။||||•။၊|။|။|၊|။||၊၊၊|?} 

"Uh…" Yep, didn't understand any of that. 

Then the door opened on the edge behind them and Jazz for a moment thought that it would startle the wild mer. But they didn't even flinch. And while their eyes remained on him, Jazz was fairly sure now that they had been using their sonar to track the human's movement. 

"Are they still asleep?" Blaster asked, puzzled. 

"Nope, very much awake." He shifted lower to try and get more than the man's boots in his sight. 

"Ah…" He sounded uneasy and began to make small careful steps around the edge closer to Jazz while he spoke as calmly as possible. "Well, I'm going to keep talking, just so you don't think I'm trying to sneak up on you." 

When he reached the point where he was straight across from the wild mer, they lifted their head to turn their glare on the human. Blaster to his credit did not flinch, but he did freeze. "Whoa– that's – wow, t-that's quite the look." 

A series of slow clicks came from them, but their lips did not move. Jazz didn't think it was echo-speak, as it reminded him of his own searching clicks when he was trying to get a better picture. "Oh! I think he's trying to see what you have." 

The wild mer glanced to Jazz, becoming silent once more before looking back up at Blaster. 

"Fair enough, alright new buddy, I'm going to be real slow about it okay?" Back to narrating his actions calmly as he knelt down. Showing the long pole with a thin, blunt hook, "just an arm I don't mind losing if you decide that you don't like the breakfast I brought," and poured out the fish from the bucket. 

Still the wild mer glared, unblinking and watching every little movement. 

"Okay… I'm not sure what to make of this, so far everything has been nothing like previous encounters." 

"Ya, didn't you say he'd be freaking out?" 

"You got anything to calm or reassure our new buddy here that I ain't going to hurt him?" Blaster was doing his absolute best at trying to remain calm, but even his hands were starting to tremble under the pressure the wild mer was giving him. He wasn't even moving, just watching, but it felt like the human was being stalked. 

Honestly, Blaster was probably one bad move from being lunged at. Though, if that was the case, he had maybe one chance to get away. The hammock would throw him off on the first strike, the supports could probably take two or four hard thrashings before it snapped under the mer's strength. Injuries be damned, this mer was in peak physical condition. 

Jazz gave a small chirp to try and gain the other's attention, and failed, but continued with trying to talk. {It's okay, you're safe.} 

He was given a very tiny dip of his finial facing the gate – a tell that he had heard him? 

{You're safe,} Jazz repeated. 

The mer didn't look away, but he did at least respond. {•၊၊|•|၊|။။၊|။•|||။||||။၊|။•၊၊||၊|။||||။•၊|။•၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|။•} Though, far too fast for Jazz attempt to understand. 

"I'm hoping you two are talking about your favourite fish." Blaster joked to cover his nervousness. 

Jazz sighed and admitted the truth, "I haven't a clue to what they're talking about…" 

"Just let me know if I should run, kay?" He shifted slowly on his knees, trying to find a comfortable spot without making himself too vulnerable. 

But Jazz hadn't given up yet. {Hungry?} He tried instead. 

More chirps and clicking that didn't translate. 

{Hungry? Yes? No?} 

The heavy huff that came from them caused Blaster to flinch, but the mer finally focused on Jazz. There was clear irritation in their face now on top of glaring. And the damns broke, he started ranting at him loudly. 

"Hey, don't yell at me, I'm trying okay!?" Jazz glared back, not backing down. Though wasn't all that intimidating with him just having a little porthole to look through. 

"Jazz, buddy, please don't aggravate him." He, after all, was the one in the room with the wild mer. 

"He fuckn' started it!" 

Silence came quickly as the wild mer plunked his face into the soft floaty that had been his pillow. Blaster would have found it utterly hilarious if not fearing for his life currently. With another heavy and long huff, the wild mer looked back at Jazz, still glaring, but slightly less than before. {•|||။||||။၊|။•၊၊||၊|။? Yes? No?} 

Jazz blinked at him for a moment, depending on the question, no could be a yes. {No…?} He answered tentatively instead. 

{It's safe? Yes? No?} And he pointed his nose towards Blaster briefly, but clearly wasn't happy about it. 

{Yes!} Jazz nodded vigorously and smiled for extra encouragement. Out of all the staff, Blaster was safe, Jazz held some trust in the human after all. {[Blaster] safe.} 

"What about me?" 

"He asked if you're safe and I told him you were. Relax a bit or something to show him." 

Easier said than done. Blaster cursed, but did his best to ease the tension from his shoulders and smile a little. Even, daring to slowly lift a hand to wave. 

The mer did not seem convinced, but his glare lessened some more and looked over the human with more curiosity than before. 

{Hungry? Yes? No?} Jazz tried again. 

There was a long pause, but they sighed and answered. {… yes.} 

"Progress!" He cheered and then stuck his hand through the little window. "Blaster, hand me one of the fish. He's hungry, but I have a feeling that he'll trust you more if he sees me eat what you have." 

"Okay." He made sure that it was clear as possible what his intentions were. Taking a fish under the gills, Blaster looped the blunt hook in and out the mouth. Then, very slowly, began to feed the length of the pole towards Jazz's waiting hand. Once Jazz felt the tail touch his palm, he grabbed it and waited until Blaster twisted enough for the fish to slip free. Then the pole was just as slowly drawn back. 

The whole time the wild mer watching the exchange intensely. 

Jazz pulled the fish over to his side, chirped for the other's attention before he swallowed it whole. Smiling once more as he said, {safe.} 

Blaster had to admit, he was surprised when the mer shifted slightly in the hammock, and then cautiously held out his right hand. The glare never left, but this one felt like a threat, that if he messed this chance up, there would not be another. 

Though this was the first time Jazz had been able to see any of his injuries. The colourful tape-bandages almost covered every inch of his skin from his hand up to his bicep. It reminded him that just yesterday he had been mortally wounded. Which was probably a key reason the wild mer seemed so calm, they had only started to recover and every action was either painful or exhausting. Likely both.

Jazz watched closely as Blaster went through all the careful steps as he had with Jazz and held the fish out. The only difference, was that the human's grip was loose, just in case the wild mer decided to try and yank him into the water with it. But they didn't, doing exactly as they saw before, allowing Blaster to release the fish and retreat. The whole process was so slow that the wild mer's arm started to shake from being held out. 

But both Jazz and Blaster let out a breath of relief as there had been no backlash. 

He eyed the fish in his grip with a mild sneer before he swallowed it and then held out his shaky hand for another. It was clear that the pain was getting to him, but nothing in his expression showed weakness. 

The feeding got easier and quicker as Blaster relaxed a bit, not fearing that a normal pace would come off as threatening to the wild mer. 

When the shaking got bad enough, the mer rested his arm back in the hammock, but kept his eyes on the remaining fish. As if to convey he wasn't finished, just needed a break. Blaster was more than happy to comply and gave him a few praises, even if they didn't understand. 

"Hey," Jazz called gently, chirping for the other's attention. He waited until they looked his way, then pointed at himself. "Jazz," and then to the human, "Blaster," and back to himself once more, "Jazz," before pointing to the other mer with a questioning tilt of his head. He hoped it was clear what he was asking for. 

When the silence stretched on for a bit, the human also joined in. "Blaster," to himself and to his mer, "Jazz." 

There was a brief moment that Jazz could see that they were working over something, opening their mouth a few times before the sound of a sharp zip came out. "… 'tzz?" 

Jazz snorted, before breaking into a few chuckles. "Ya, missing the Ja, but you'll get there. I'm Jazz." He placed a hand over his heart. 

The gesture was reflected, {•၊||၊။} 

It was his turn to try and work out the sound in his head. Jazz tried the word out soundlessly on his tongue once. It was like a popping roll? {•၊||၊၊၊၊၊?} 

{•၊||၊။} they repeated, firmly correcting him. 

"Nice to meet ya, {•၊||၊၊၊၊၊}!" While the mer scowled at him for not even trying to fix his pronunciation, Jazz just smiled brightly.  

"So... what is his name?" Blaster asked for a translation, very interested in the development between them.  

Jazz laughed, "I have no idea." 

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Don't ask about my attempt to make sound-wave-like-text, it's gibberish, lol, and going forward only •၊||၊။ (Prowl) & •၊||၊၊၊၊၊ (Prowler) will be used until Jazz has a English (common?) name to attach an understanding to.

Keferon, I just wanted to say that every comment or tag you leave on the fic is like serotonin being injected into my veins. Every silly little image is like rolling down a grassy hill in the warm sun while I laugh with manic joy. When you add art, it's like an adrenaline shot to the heart that makes me want to run across the globe just to frantically wave hello with both hands, give you a hug and run back to get started on the next part.

And the next part will be Prowl joining Jazz in the main pool and Jazz learning just how fast he is, even while injured. >:)c

-GLC

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Me looking in my inbox and seeing that there's two peas in a po

Odjndgdjdkfhdkm PLEASE. Blaster is so nervous EVERYONE IS SO NERVOUS Ooohhhnooo he's gonna freak out and kill everything he can reach oh no we all know how all those wild stupid creatures are oh no watch out While Prowl is trying to blow their pancakes with mind

And I juswannasay I love it so much ehehejgknfbfkdn THE SOUND WAVE SPEACH? I LOVE THE LOOK OF IT EHEHEH

Always a big fan of creative ways of showing imaginary languages. This thing?? ||ll•|Il It looks hella stylish >:O

Aaannnndd I got excited and made some art hehe

[downbadumu]

even at the best of times, i am out of my mind

༄𓏸ଳ˚࿔⋆ content summary: fluff (i hope), maybe like a sprinkle of angst, a teeny tiny sprinkle of sex and kinky play, the morning after, a somewhat prequel to this and this but can be read as a standalone, reader and caleb are friends/co-workers with benefits, reader is not MC, domestic themes but reader is too caught up in thoughts, dom/sub undertones but very lowkey, all lowercase and formatting might be fonky cuz i half wrote this on my phone so bear with me <3

༄𓏸ଳ˚࿔⋆ word count: 2154

༄𓏸ଳ˚࿔⋆ shanna's note: i literally poured my soul into the ending but tumblr didn't save it so i had to rewrite it and im giving up writing forever

you woke to the sounds of cooking, in your not so tiny studio nothing's quite able to escape you, you tried to take a glance at your kitchen from the comforts of your bed but caleb pulled your curtain divider shut when he left.

it was a rare feat that caleb was making breakfast for you, usually he'd have left before the night ended since it has been an unspoken agreement between the two of you, but maybe today (or last night?) he has been off his meds you reasoned.

you took another 10 minutes to toss and roll around in your bed more before deciding to head out to see if you were the one who should be taking medication for hallucinations.

caleb was indeed in your kitchen wearing nothing but his pants (you hope) and making food, you weren't hallucinating so that meant he was off his meds.

"good morning," he greeted without turning. it's really hard to miss anything in this apartment. or maybe you both were too aware of each other's presence.

"hey," you tried not to offer much, brain trying to connect dots that weren't fully there. but you just couldn't help needing to know. "to what do i owe the pleasure?"

he huffed, flipping your egg on your pan. "is that how you thank someone who's making you breakfast?"

"i'm not sure if you're making it for me yet," you sassed.

"i am," he said so easily you questioned if you were actually dreaming.

"oh," you replied weakly.

you both fell into a somewhat comfortable silence, unsure of what to actually say to each other. you openly oogled at his back, how his muscles flexed and moved as he does; studying him as if he's your next test, you noted the still red scratches you left on his back, you closed your eyes trying to memorise this moment.

"i'd offer you coffee if i knew how to work your fancy machine," caleb said breaking your concentration.

"is that your way of asking me for coffee?"

"i wasn't sure if you'd want to share your precious stash with me," he quipped. "you ran out of your regular stuff."

you hummed, getting off from where you were sat to go around to your coffee machine. "i don't mind."

so you started up your espresso machine, trying not think too much about what you're doing and existing in the same space as caleb doing something like this. you tried not to pay attention to the way he practically synced up with your movements, his hulking figure making way for you and accurately predicting where you'd for reach next. you don't want to remember something like this.

you handed him his cup of coffee once you were done with his, he hummed appreciatively and you cursed yourself for not asking him how he'd like his coffee as if you didn't already know.

you made your way back to your seat quietly. you didn't have to wait long because caleb gentle placed the most delicious and well-balanced meal you've ever seen on your kitchen island. "eat up," caleb told you merrily as he moved away to wash up the pans he used.

"i didn't know i had proteins in the fridge," you muttered poking at the neatly arranged food. "or fresh greens or bread or butter."

"you didn't have anything in your fridge except for eggs," caleb tutted. you watched as he grabbed his own plate with an equally beautiful presentation and a plate of fresh cut fruits. "i took the liberty of stocking your fridge for you."

"you didn't have to."

"i already did."

"well, you shouldn't have."

you meet his glare with your own steely gaze. caleb picked up the coffee you made for him and then joined you at the island. you should’ve been shocked or terrified at how quickly he was able to shift his expression to a soft one if you weren't already familiar with it, you were practically looking into a mirror after all.

"let's not argue, yeah? it's still so early, come, dig in!" his manner was back to his usual puppy demeanour.

you broke eye contact, batting away your negativity and returned his smile kindly. “thank you for the meal, caleb.”

the rest of breakfast went by quietly. you don’t bother offering to clean up after you’re done, you know taking care of everything for you is something caleb enjoyed so you don’t feel bad when he shooed you away to your living space. you were shameless in the way you continued to watch him in your kitchen, and caleb doesn’t bother calling you out on in because you think he liked the attention.

with your head propped up by your hand you leaned forward to get a better view of him as the morning sun filtered in, usually you hated mornings but maybe this one could be ok in your books. your eyes focused on the way the sun catches caleb’s hair, turning it golden in this light, he worked at a moderate speed, he wasn’t in a rush to leave. then you wondered about your dynamic with him, the past twelve hours with him haven’t been bad at all, and maybe this had been the longest consecutive time you’ve spent with him outside of work. maybe they need to double his medication dosage, maybe he doesn’t actually know what he was doing.

you sighed softly, eyes flickering down to feast on the shadows that dance on his skin. there was a faint bite mark right on his ribcage, a reminder of last night for you or him you weren’t sure. his pants hung a little loose on his hips, he hadn’t bother to buckle up his belt yet. it must be uncomfortable to move around in his work pants first thing in the morning, he really should’ve already left already. but a smile tugged on your lips; he looked so pretty there.

you should schedule an appointment to get your brain checked out, you thought.

caleb turned to meet your eyes probably, but you were still busy taking in how his wet hands were so perfectly placed on the counter. “had your fill?”

“uh-huh,” you answered dreamily.

“good,” he smiled. “i have a gift for you, stay there.”

“a gift?”

“mm-hmm,” and he disappeared behind your curtain divider into your room.

you stayed put; because you knew he’d be pleased that you did, but you told yourself it was because you wanted to see if you were actually dreaming. a beat passed and you willed him to not come out of your room but he did, holding something behind his back.

“is it my birthday?” you pondered out loud, a gentle smile forming on your face like it was natural as caleb padded closer in all his topless glory. he didn’t put on his shirt you laid out for him on your bed because he truly did thrive on attention.

what you were really thinking off was if you had died last night and are now in the afterlife.

“it’s something to convince you to come to the gala tonight,” caleb answered, crouching down to your height where you sat.

“uh-huh,” you don’t bother taking your eyes off him even as he pulled out a medium sized box. you could almost see a tail wagging excitedly behind him, fast but not too fast as if he didn’t want you to know how excited he was.

“i had it custom made,”

how thoughtful.

your eyes lingered on his face then his pecs before you forced it down to his arms then down to the dark purple velvet box he held, thicker than you imagined. if he wasn’t in a rush to get out of your place then you wouldn’t hurry him away.

inside it was a matching set of jewellery; a pair of asymmetrical drop diamond earrings, a necklace and two pairs of bracelets. your eyes darted back and forth the box, the earrings was fine but the design of the necklace and bracelets were unique. you thought about pulling caleb up from his place to sit next to you but he hadn’t made a move yet either.

so, you took your time looking at the necklace that looked suspiciously like a martingale collar. the inverse of it was made of fine leather, the other layer lined in plush white-grey velvet with a –what you think might be— white gold hardware. small diamonds were studded into the velvet to look like water reflecting off the surface of water, there were irregular sized diamonds hanging from the chain at the front of the necklace at different lengths. you imagine it’d looked like water droplets once you put it on. there wasn’t a buckle at the back the necklace, only one tiny heart shaped charm connecting the delicate but sturdy looking chain at the front of the necklace. the bracelets matched the design of the necklace but without the velvet.

you whistled lowly and caleb hummed in acknowledgement.

“where’s the key?” you asked.

caleb chuckled lowly. “you’re a sharp one, aren’t you?”

you hummed, eyeing the corner of the box where a tiny black ribbon sat. caleb’s hand slowly traced the exterior of the box to where you were looking. he gently lifted it and the box clicked revealing the hidden compartment at the bottom.

“kinky,” you scoffed at the small key placed in the middle of the box amongst other things. you met caleb’s gaze just so you could make sure he watched you roll your eyes.

you didn’t look as closely as before you saw the matching martingale waist and thigh belt, the bust harness, the bell on the end of the leash, and bells on the nipple clamp attachments. you’ve seen enough to know caleb had this set custom made to be play proof.

“you’ll definitely come, right?” he purred.

caleb’s hand reached up to your face, firmly making you look at him again. you feigned a disinterested look.

“i suppose,” you sounded nonchalant. caleb’s eyes flickered from yours down to your lips then back up again, fast enough that you couldn’t follow along but slow enough for you to notice.

there was a delight in his eyes that you could only describe as feralness, you want to cross your legs or lean forward to head butt his stupidly attractive head just to test him but there was nothing more you craved than being good in his eyes. you remained still.

in your peripheral, you see caleb put the box up on the couch close enough to where your fingers laid, close enough for you to almost feel the velvet exterior of the box.

"perfect," he cooed, hot fingers tracing your cheeks achingly slow, so close but so far away from your lips. oh, how you wished he had outright said it to your face that you were.

your gaze darkened, face twisted into a scowl. anger flashes through you as fast lightning, mirroring the lust that was coursing through his eyes.

you glared at him because a spark ran up your spine so quickly you almost didn't register it. "you are so fucking ugly, caleb, do not kiss me right now," you growled lowly though you remain unmoved.

he tilted his head curiously, he was drinking you in. if it weren't for the fact that his grip on your cheeks had tightened you wouldn't have known how turned on he was by you. caleb makes one of you wishes come true by tracing his thumb with faux hesitation across your bottom lip. you want to scoff.

"have you been learning reverse psychology?" he asked sweetly, a sharp contrast to the storm that was brewing in his eyes. "you’re sure you don’t want me to kiss you right now?”

"no," you snarled but let him pull you down.

his grip was almost rough on your jaw, you sucked in a breath roughly, you weren’t preparing yourself to be kissed at all, you glared straight into his eyes. you let yourself fall onto your knees, he doesn’t catch you but lets you knock into his sturdy form.

then his warm lips land gently on yours, kissing you in a way that will screw up your life forever.

it lasts for only a millisecond, you thought. too short for your liking which puts you in an even more foul mood. “i hate you,” you want to tell him.

caleb smiled at you gentle but not with the kind of warmth you want. you glare at him as he got up, you trying to strike him down with your mind, make him grovel for your forgiveness; you’re well aware of the heat in your cheeks, however. and you just know you don’t look like how you picture yourself to.

he leant back down to kiss the top of your nose. “i’ll see you tonight then, princess.”

[dreamstations]

i think using real animatronics really enhanced the experience of the film. not just in the charming yet uncanny way freddy + friends robotically stomped around but also when they finally reveal springtrap at the end of the film. the way he lumbers in, hunched over. immediately recognizable as an animatronic but theres something Wrong. he's moving too fast, too lifelike. that has to be a person in a suit. he found you, mike.

it was really effective idk guys

[marciaillust]

bro fuck it im workposting. i did illustrations, i storyboarded, i directed. I did many cool things in 2024 and millions of people all over the world saw em. that has to count for something

[you-know-cchio]

luke "all the facts i give in the show are fucking true" manning vs. alexander "consistently loses the plot" jeremy is truly an unstoppable force meets an immovable object

like sam bullshits his way through facts, so tom and luke can take joy in correcting his mistakes. but correcting aj only brings the others suffering because most of the time, aj himself doesn't necessarily believe anything that comes from his mouth. the man is just saying words recreationally. which also happens to establish the reality of the world the other three exist in.

[pokeypoqi]

this is the end of episode 7 in my stupid and idiot mind