#very eepy lil man

[urgothgfsbeltchain]

“well, i might be gone a long time,

and it’s only that i’m askin’,

is there something i can send you to remember me by?

to make your time more easy passing?

oh, how can you ask me again?

it only brings me sorrow.

the same thing i want today,

i want again tomorrow.”

[dutybcrne]

Love the idea of Alhaitham being a sleepy drunk

[aria0fgold]

remember when i said i aint gonna create anything for mahoyaku yet? well girl is inching her way towards a fanart of it goddammit.

[generalsmemories]

sensitive

✧ sunday x gn!reader

✧ synopsis: the wings by his ears are far too sensitive for what you're both about to do to them.

✧ contents: just a lil scenario for the piercings on sunday's wings. and the hc (that has probs become every writers canon take) that his wings are oh so sensitive. established relationship, mildly suggestive cause why not, uhh, mentions of blood? sunday being utterly weak against his lover. ooc sunday cause goddamn i have NOTHING on this man.

✧ a/n: breathes in. listen i don't believe in any god but good lord i would start praying for this man if he asked me to.

jing yuan wips still in order, i just want to be on my best self mentally when writing for my eepy general so have this brainrot so i can function this week at my work and hopefully i'll write something more <3 thank you once again for your patience!

NOT BETA-READ THIS WAS WRITTEN WITHIN AN HOUR CAUSE THIS BRAINROT HAS BEEN BREWING INSIDE THE MIND FOR A MONTH, IM SORRY FOR THE ALL OVER THE PLACE WORDS - I HAVEN'T WRITTEN SINCE THE LAST JING YUAN ANGST PIECE.

Your fingertips have barely grazed the very edges of the feathers when the distinguished leader beneath you flinches in surprise. The fingers that grip your hips tightening further which causes your body that was previously hovering above him to settle down on Sunday's leg. You can hear a tiny sigh leaving his lips before you feel his head rest against your shoulder, the action causing you to chuckle.

"The longer you delay this, the more nervous you'll get, you know?" you muse, threading your fingers through his hair in an effort to coax him to lay back in the same position he previously was in. You're barely able to touch his right wing again before a gloved hand shoots up from his side and you feel a sharp nip at your neck in warning - causing you to immediately halt all of your actions.

"It would've gone a lot faster have you decided to not do it in such an orthodox method, dear." Sunday retaliates with a sigh, pecking the bite mark as some sort of apology, an apology that you knew was not sincere in the slightest.

You giggle once again, settling down comfortably on his legs whilst slightly leaning back to fully look at your lover. Your arms loop over his neck while cocking your head to the side in slight confusion, although said confusion doesn't reach your mischievous eyes or the huge grin on your face. "Why I thought this would help calm you? It was your idea to pierce these wings of yours after all," you remind him, tapping the piercing gun that you're currently holding onto on his shoulder.

The man before you sighs, seemingly in exasperation over your usual antics whilst shrugging away the piercing gun that you're continuously tapping him with. You can however clearly see the slight reddening on top of his ears, while his wings tuck a bit behind his ears - clearly a signal that he's feeling a bit embarrassed.

"You're well aware of the effect you have on me, my love." he admits, the hand on your hip moving from its spot to instead rest against your neck. "Hmm? Then I suggest that you hurry along to let me pierce your wings before said effect makes you lose your patience," you tease with a quiet laugh. "I do have a lot of experience with this lil' gun of ours after all." you cheekily say - causing Sunday to direct his gaze towards your own ears, which have a few more piercings than your average person.

"... I'm well aware." Sunday replies.

Well aware of how sensitive your own ears are, almost as sensitive as his own wings that have yet to be pierced. He could let out a breath beside them which causes you to tremble, a small peck would make you gasp softly, but if he were to use his tongue-

"You're thinking of inappropriate things again, dear." you mutter into his ears before unlooping your arms from his neck to rest against your sides, your whole weight supported by the singular hand Sunday has on your hip.

"Hardly."

For someone not of Halovian descent, you're somehow able to discern his thoughts immediately - quite a hassle to be honst.

"Well then, my dear? Why don't you relax so we can get this over with so you can return to your duties?" you whisper, moving your body to sit between his legs so that you can get a closer look on his right wing, where he preferred the piercing to be on.

"... Just- don't say anything when you're about to do- Ah!"

The single clicking noise of the needle piercing his wing before retracting back to it's original spot makes Sunday jolt in surprise, the grip on your hip increasing in pressure, but you're too busy looking at the placement in glee to care for your distraught lover right now.

You notice the edges of the piercing reddening a bit, extending your finger to gather the tiny bits of blood that had escaped from the wound. Glancing at Sunday, you notice his slightly glossy eyes that immediately diverts from your gaze.

The quiet laugh you let out makes Sunday glare at you, but his eyes widen slightly when you lick his blood away from your fingertips with closed eyes. "It wasn't that bad, was it?" you ask, opening your eyes again to lock eyes with Sunday, diverting your gaze slightly to his right wing.

You decide not to comment on his glossy eyes, deciding to instead scoot closer to peck the corner of his eyes, "Sorry that I surprised you, but as you said - Doing it this way is far more convenient for the both of us," you explain, lips pressing against Sunday's to coax him into relaxation.

"Mhm, thank you for indulging me, dove." he whispers, arms wrapping around your waist, the tension in his shoulders finally leaving.

"Although..." you murmur in between various pecks against Sunday's lips, your lover raising an eyebrow up in confusion and imploring you to continue speaking.

"I think you said you would go for 2 of the same piercings if the first one looked nice, no?" you say before pressing your lips against his once again. Sunday was barely able to understand the meaning behind your words before he could feel the same pain of the needle shoot through his already overly-sensitive wing.

The loud gasp he lets out is swallowed by your lips, his open mouth letting your tongue slip inside while the piercing gun in your hand slips away from your lips now that you've done your part of the deal. Your hands settle themselves against Sunday's cheeks now- wiping away the few tears that have now slipped down from his glossy eyes with your thumb.

There's a certain desperation in Sunday's hands by your waist. He had first bunched the material of your clothes upwards by surprise, but now he's slipping his gloved hands beneath them and quickly traveling further up - he moves in a way that you don't know if he's trying to push you away to scold you, or press you closer to him to feel your warmth.

He eventually decides to push you away. His cheeks are reddened and he's heaving for breaths while he's glaring down at you in mild disappointment and a hint of excitement - and yet the hands that's dragging the buttons of your shirt from inside to snap them open tells another desire from the esteemed leader of Penacony.

The same mischievous smile is present on your lips when you part ways, your lips are a bit swollen but it doesn't stop their journey from grazing against his now incredibly sensitive right wing, the jerk of his entire body not bothering you in the slightest as your lips glide over his feathers, your lover shuddering a bit when you let out a breath right over his newly pierced wings.

"All done now, my love," you mutter into his ear, shrugging off your now ruined shirt off of one shoulder, "Do I get any reward for doing this so smoothly and quickly?"

Sunday lets out a scoff, rolling his eyes at your triumphant expression before shoving you down onto the couch the two of you were previously resting on. "I'm thinking a punishment is more fitting for how you didn't warn me of your actions twice, no?"

[chaosandmarigolds]

Could we see a "Beauty and the Beast"-style plot, where the protagonist is a sweet new doctor at the base, and Simon falls in love with her for her kindness? And everyone else at the base is just stunned by the performances she gives to her and no one else.

(I WANT TO WRITE I WANT TO WRITE IT BUT I NO HAVE TIME-)

Anyway, so this will be in the same lil format as Eek has been in- short lil segments whenever I get time to bc I HAVE PLOT and I’m just too busy to sit down and write a whole whooping 20,000 word story so instead-

As an EMT I feel qualified to write a medic (kinda sorta) but all the same, if I mess something up that’s my bad yall, I’m just dumb

Let’s begin!

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“And any medical history I should know about?” He stared down at you, almost bewildered by the standard question you had probably been trained to ask for years. He didn’t want to have to call ems however since Johnny had been an idiot and crashed the car they didn’t get much choice, he had patiently waited with his slightly bruised arm and a cigarette. Since the accident was so close to base they had just dispatched the medic team. What he didn’t expect was you, bright eyed even thought is was early morn and your voice oh so soft.

“nothin that’s not on ma file.”

you hum to the answer and warm your stethoscope back around your neck, as the answer wasn’t exactly wrong, as you were very well accustomed with all of their fields. You nod, “I’m just gonna give you a quick little assessment, will you tell me if it hurts anywhere?”

Simon nods to that, straightening his posture as you stand, blue latex gloves feeling down his spine and quickly frisking his legs before going back to his arm. Your touch was gentle, experienced- he respected that.

“Okie dokey,” you mumbles and then kneel back down, looking at your bag and then back to the man, “I’ll give you some meds and splint when we back base. Is there anything buggin ya?”

he then nods, “Yes there is.”

to that you immediately look up from your bag, waiting for what he was going to say.

“When did you start?”

“I was transferred from New York about a week ago, it’s so pretty. Anyway! Let’s get you to the ambulance, would you like to get me the stretcher?”

“no no, Johnny need it more.”

you let out a little laugh to that comment, as it was a good joke taking how Johnny was very dramatically playing up the minor laceration on his forehead. “Perhaps so, Lieutenant, however you are my patient so you are my priority- please, how can I help you?” You smile at the end, a sweet gleam in your eyes and genuine intention shining.

If his pupils weren’t already dilated they were then, if he wasn’t already tachycardic he would be then, if he could induce psychogenic shock just to make sure you wouldn’t leave his side he might just do so. He certain…he was certain within that moment you would be the death of him.

(Um….yeah, I’m eepy, but!!! This had been brewing for so long and I felt bad so I’m so sorry!! I hope this is kinda what you were looking for! Toodles!)

[snail-friend]

Watching YJ-s1e13 (Alpha Male) despite WHAT IF HE'S CRINGE instincts making me wary on the rewatch and I'm pleasantly surprised he's. NOT badly written. Like this is a Captain Marvel who's Mature. Who listens and responds and doesn't take orders but accepts them where needed. He gives advice calmly, without patronising tones, and it's pretty well received. Rambling under the cut!

Cool as FUCK punching with lightning (could've been the tech getting destroyed BUT ITS LIGHTNING PUNCH TO ME) He gets caught by stepping into a trap while aiming to free Tawny(?) AND THAT IS VERY BILLY. but how the fuck that trap work to take down such a guy as the cap. gravity field??

Poor guy looks so stunned...

He doesn't know what the hell has happened. Maybe even what form he is, until he speaks. He's calm but his words are clipped and short- he's still scared.

Love how fucking TIRED of the bullshit he looks. Like. Man you ugly tho bro don't give me that facelift. And he KNOWS almost no weapon can break his skin so he's just. Stuck here while Brain fucks around he thinks.

AND THEN TAWNY FUCKING DECKS THE BASTARD HELL YEAH

Aqualad: You're not coming back with us???? Cap: Nah, gotta fly!

Hmmm Fawcett shots. So Billy (or at least Dudley?) lives in a 3-4 tier residential area on a stroad? Pretty high end of middle class to me, ngl, would've expected cheaper. At least coming from the UK. Like how it resembles the shots of The Adventures of Captain Marvel (1941)'s intro sequence! LOVE the way he comes in through the fully open window lmfao. Only in America. (I wonder if its top opening or door like?)

Captain Marvel in a normal house is so funny to see. I like how ABSOLUTELY UNPHASED Dudley is by him in 'work clothes' akjhdkjashd. ALSO. The lightning comes from within him it looks like? I'm sticking to orbital divine laser for him in my head. More funny. And makes indoor transformations a bit tougher!

Also... that's him that's my boy! THAT'S THE LIL GUY! He yawns and goes to bed right away. Eepy beepy needs his sleepy without the stamina of atlas. Maybe even because of it? Does being cap tire him out here???

[wolf-tail]

Since I'm far more comfortable being weird on 40k tumblr than I used to be, I'm gonna say some unhinged things.

Now that you've all been thoroughly warned, I'm thinking about which Primarchs would be the best or worst to deal with if they got pregnant:

Lion-You do not know he is pregnant. He would preffer it that way. He seems crankier, meaner, more reclusive, amd just a bit rounder, but you don't know about it until he winces and slinks off during a meeting, then returns a few hours later with babby in tow. No one is allowed to touch or even look at babby for at least a week.

Guilliman-He's doing pretty ok, but very anxious. Lots of body aches, but you have a hell of a time trying to convince him to ease off the work and rest. You often find him fast asleep on top of his desk. Constantly craving olives. Overall not too bad.

Horus-VERY proud papa-to-be. Constantly showing off his big ol belly and bragging about how knocked up he is. He has a canonical breeding kink, he's wearing every embarrassing maternity t-shirt he can find. Mortifying ordeal, but could be way worse.

Konrad-OH GOD, whoever impregnated this man, answer for your fucking crimes. Anyone who so much as breathes too loud in his vicinity is a skinless splatter on the pavement. Mercifully, he doesn't seem to want to leave his room. Just avoid him as much as possible and you might survive.

Sanguinius-Glowing, positively GLOWING! He's vibrant, elegant, happy, the type of thing people tell you being pregnant is like to try and convince you to have kids. Happy to let anyone rub his tummy. (Would he even give live birth or just lay an egg?) He's eepy, so very sleeby eepy. He just wants to nap. That just serves to make it cuter. The only issue is that in the later weeks he starts going broody. That will not be a fun time.

Fulgrim- Also an idealistic glowing beauty, but probably is a struggling a lot more than he lets on. You just know he's nauseous as hell and his feet hurt like a bitch. Give him a foot rub , he deserves it. Has a bunch of super long baby names picked out, Definitely rearranged the nursery seventeen times at least because it's "not good enough". And the second fact that thing comes out the womb it's dripped tf out. Little fuck is leaving the hospital in a Dior onesie. Fulgrim insists on doing his makeup before leaving the maternity ward, because he refuses to look as worn out as he is. Let this poor man REST.

Ferrus-Oof. I don't know much about him, but he strikes me as the type to have body image issues. Baby has a normal ass name like "John" or smth. When it's born he's scared to hold it with his metal hands, but bub doesn't care, falls right asleep in them.

Perturabo-ABORTION. He has no time for kids. But in the chance he does keep it, he's even more cranky and insufferable than ever. Yells at his own belly bc MiniPerty is kicking him while he's trying to work. Sending u prayers🙏

Dorn-Hmmm, idkkkk. I have not read enough about him. Dorn fans answer this one for me. But from what I do know he'd have a hard time describing as his complicated emotions about it. Would swaddle the Dornling in his grandpa's blanket.

Angron-OH FUCCKKKKKKK. You thought Konrad was bad!? The sad part is, all of the parts of him that want and love the baby are being punished for it by the nails. But can you fucking imagine a pregnant hormonal Angron!? The galaxy shakes in fear. The second sperm met egg, Khorne shifted uncomforably upon the Skull Throne.

Magnus-He's having a great time! Studying every parenting book he can find (TAKE NOTES EMPS!), getting cool belly tattoos, doing mysterious pregnancy rituals, psychically communicating with MiniMagnus once they're developed enough. Has a BIG belly, sometimes hard to maneuver. Probably twins. Sons always happy to give it a lil rub when he walks last. Often found lounging in his tower, lazily talking to bubby while reading, go ahead and give him a back massage.

Mortarion- As much as I think he'd look cute with a baby, I don't think he was ever at any point in his life healthy enough to carry one to term. Isha, fix his uterus, he needs to be a daddy immediately. If he was miraculously to get preggers, he'd definitely be cranky, but not overwhelmingly so. He'd love the kid, but occasionally pat his tummy and gently admonish it for being such a little nuisance.

Corax- Drawing a total blank here. Raven guardies tell me plz. But he might go broody too, goes with the bird theming.

The Khan- Continues riding his bike until he's physically too big to do so. You can't even try to stop him. Little Jag is travelling at Mach Fuck You every day. Labor is 5 seconds long, and as soon as the kid's delivered he's strapping it to his chest and getting right back in the saddle.

Vulkan-Biggest cuddlebug EVER!!! Joyous and glowing, always up for a belly rub. You just know his ass is 8 months pregnant and still in the forge, working on little practice weapons for his lil Salamander. His water will probaby break and he'll beg you to let him quench a sword in his own amniotic fluid (don't, that's gross) Prone to hot flashes, get him a nice cold drink plz.

Lorgar-A baby is joyous blessing! He's insanely happy about it, going on about how his body was "chosen to bring forth a wondrous being". Touching the tum is a religious experience. Gets a new tattoo to celebrate, if he can find the room.

Alpharius/Omegon: You either have no idea which one's pregnant, or they all somehow get pregnant at once. Twins are a guarantee either way.

[plusthreerabbits]

This eepy lil man attempted to break into Grandpaw's office last night. That room is a death trap and the speed at which I grabbed and tossed him!!! Shion was very confused and a bit miffed 💢

Nyx was exhausted because I gave her eye drops and tried to pluck her tufts. She is putting a hex on me with her mind in this pic. 🪄

Chewie...sat on his wife 😅 not in the sexy way either! They had the whole box but had to be in one corner.

[earthry]

Ok but hear me out -

Papas as little spoon headcanons 👀

(Secondo secretly loves it)

-🌵

Thank you for the request! I hope this satisfies <3

tw: no warnings, sfw, fluff and comfort, suggestive part in Terzo’s headcanon though.

Primo

Has never considered being the little spoon before you— and is surprised when you ask to be big spoon one night. He agrees because he’s a huge softy for you and finds it hard to deny you anything you want if it’s within reason and there’s no reason to decline. So he lets you spoon him and it’s a new feeling but he falls asleep so much faster than usual.

The two of you discover that when you spoon him he goes out like a light very fast, his body relaxed and comfortable in your arms. The two of you take turns being little spoon after that, alternating each night or if one of you feels strongly about being one over the other.

Secondo

He refuses to be little spoon at first, he enjoys having you in his arms too much, and each time you whine or ask him to be little spoon instead, he usually distracts you with kisses against your bare shoulder.

One night though, you’re having a very difficult time— he holds you as you cry and afterward when all the tears have run dry, he tucks you into bed and gently tells you that you can be big spoon if you want. You love this man so much; it becomes a thing to help soothe you when you’re anxious or upset, holding him in your arms. He lets you take your comfort and though he won’t admit it he does begin to grow very fond of the feeling of being held in your arms tucked against your chest, safe and sound. It becomes more of a regular occurrence after that but he’ll deny liking it and insist it’s for your benefit not his (you know the truth though).

Terzo

Switches between little and big spoon often. This actually is usually determined by the weather— if he’s too hot, he prefers big spoon, but if he’s cold he likes to be little spoon. It’s nice and toasty in your arms after all.

Prone to teasing you in both positions; grinding forwards or backwards into you depending on where he is. If he’s the little spoon he often gets a lil smack on the butt in return, a reminder to behave because you are too sleepy to be engaging in other activities right now. It’s eepy time.

Loves to cover your hands with his, tangling your fingers together and resting your hand right over his heart.

Copia

Almost always the little spoon, feels safe and warm in your arms. He doesn’t mind being big spoon if he must, but he enjoys little spoon the most so you usually indulge him. You love having him in your arms anyways so it’s a win-win.

This is also the best position to comfort him when he’s upset since he’s facing away— often feels embarrassed about crying in front of you. It’s a compromise so he can feel at ease crying without being watched but still be comforted by you and your presence. It means a lot to him that you’re by his side, and after he has a good cry he’ll turn around in your arms when he’s ready. You’ll softly ask if he’s okay and sometimes he’ll say yes, sometimes he’ll only nod. Either way, you continue to hold him in your arms and reassure him with gentle kisses and reminders that you love him.

[your-local-grubdog]

SCREAMING SHAKING FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

Welcome to the water park - Tumblr edition. We hav c rab

WHY R U SO FLUFFY??? Aslo return of the mamutaaaaaa

F E E S H pufferfish

House elephant???? HOUSE????????? That looks ACTIVELY LIVED IN or VERY RECENTLY ABANDONED

babie

EEPY collin (not dead)

UI! New day meter! Oatchi has a health bar! If anything happens to him I'll loose my mind!

Marchin on with da crystals

Oatchi sneeze and spooka da pikmin

H O U S E

Today Bloyster and Skeeter Skates

(grub) DOG FIGHT

frowns loudly

gayme boi gonna fix the radar

CANNON BEETLES ARE BACK sorry I let him loose in da house. It's so big tho I could keep one as a pet maybe

ok many cave shots but this is by far the most interesting to me just LOOK at it

wollywog in an aquarium

OLIMIN AND BULBIE

(oh and what looks like a blue onion in the back)

BUT OLIMIN PLOTLINE. HE FUCKING DIED.

CREATURE. Grew more hair from dying.

EVIL Olimin >:( gotta fight the master it seems.

I can and will kick your ass old man

BASE who is the blue mother fucker in the back there

Oatchi training (unlock via "pup drive") and upgrades (unlocked with the blue gems), plus ICE ATTACKS?

New character, Yonny!!!!

SO MANY PEOPLE

BABY BULBORB. CHILD BULBORB. EVIL BABY.

NEW PIKMIN GLOW PIKMIN NIGHT EXCLUSIVE GLOW PIKMIN LIL GHOSTIE DUDES LIVIN IN A TERMITE MOUND

Kinda like a tower defense game! Can make pikmin into a magic ball attack!

Ok I hit image limit let me make a reblog

[the-kr8tor]

Now thinking about hobat because of you 😔✨

Hobie in his bat form who refuses not to cling onto the reader, this man will seek out your pockets and climb into them, chirping happily if you were ever to scratch behind his ear. His little bat face practically smiling up at you (legit just :3)

Now this vampire has many qualities but your favourite is all the magic that comes with it, how can be a small or huge bat, preferring the smaller form usually but once in a while just climbing up your back like a toddler because he thinks it's funny to do so while you're cooking.

He likes to bite at you in his bat form, mostly for fun and not actually to drink. He might get mischievous when he's acting all cute, biting at your finger at the last minute. Making you feel a grand sense of betrayal and pretending to scold him.

You wear hats? Well this bat will nap in it while you walk around producing soft squeaks when he's finally awake again to be let out from his leather jail. Or instead just nuzzling his body into your hair.

Bat Hobie WILL lick at your fingers if you have eaten anything whatsoever. For some reason he's just keen on doing it and it's always funny to watch his reaction.

-🪦

Hobat my beloved is finally back from vampire jail

Ppl think that you're a bat magnet 😂 (the :3 owlwjskskksjwjdjs so cuteeee!!!) I bet r has stitched pockets on regular tshirts so that hobat has his own place to cling on! Like a kangaroo and her joey 🤣🤣🤣

YEESSS i think he likes the smaller form too bc he gets tired of his tall forms from time to time and just wants to be a lil unbothered bat!

HAHHAHAHA he just needs a lil nibble a lil taste of his lovie

GASP! LIKE RATATOUILLE!! You know what would be funny? R just strolling around town and whenever a fellow vampire asks them where hobie is they just lift their hat off their head and reveal a very eepy hobat!

😂😂😂 imagine eating something spicy and he doesn't know it is and now you've seen how a bat coughs

[fatuismooches]

Beaming more Dottore brainrot into ur head rn..

Akademiya Dottore having to stay out late for an assignment and when he gets back to his dorm he sees reader passed out on the couch, they tried staying up to wait for him but got too eepy and went zzzzz...

I like to think he quietly puts a blanket on them before sitting on the couch and just doing his own thing (eventually he also falls asleep on the couch)

When reader wakes up they notice the warm blanky on them and smile :) especially after they notice the usually stubborn man sleeping on the other side... giggles 😊 I like soft Dottore... he's so stubborn and in love..

(Reader totally teases him about it when he wakes up and in return gets ignored for the rest of the day... if they're short they also have all their akademiya supplies put onto a high shelf💀 cuz Dottore's mean like that and REFUSES to admit he likes reader :3)

Also If u want u can rb my art LOL I'm guessing u mean my silly Dottore shitposts n stuff? I rlly don't mind :D I'd prob just have 2 stop using my silly lil chicken disguise 💀 cuz it'd be obvious who I am at that point.. - 🐓

It's not very often that Dottore stays out late, he much rather be in his dorm doing his own thing rather than out and about (the darkness is good for being elusive, however, more light is necessary for certain experiments.) Unfortunately, group projects and meetings exist and he has to be on his 'teammates' time schedule... ending his day with his peers is certainly not what he considers favorable.

Meanwhile, you feel quite lonely without your crush, the dorm is oh so quiet without the sounds of his tinkering or the playful banter between you two. Not to mention how you miss his touch, his voice, his overall presence... do you miss him? Yes, of course, you're not in denial all the time like Zandik is. So you decide to just stay up, he can't be out for much longer, knowing Zandik, he'll wrap it up as soon as possible. (You could laugh imagining his expression right now, having to do an assignment with others instead of you.) Sadly, your body gives in to your tiredness and you slumber earlier than you wanted to.

When Zandik comes home and sees you slumped on the couch in dreamland, he scoffs and rolls his eyes... muttering under his breath about how careless you are and how you're going to wake up with cramps in that position (he says as he fixes your body to a more comfortable angle, and drapes a blanket over you before you wake up sneezing and complaining to him. Yes, he just doesn't want to listen to you complain, he totally doesn't care for your well-being.)

When you wake up to see him sleeping on the other side you just smile... you wish you two were actually dating so you could cuddle with him, but unfortunately, Zandik is a man who'll always be in denial when it comes to his feelings, it seems. At least he felt comfortable enough to fall asleep with you like this, that's progress! Even he was lured in by the warmth, despite probably wanting to pull another all-nighter...

Teasing him will result in a not-very-happy and annoyed Zandik who constantly rebuts your claims... he's not very amused at your "theories" and would prefer if you put your mouth to better use by assisting him with his research. (He derives some kind of sick pleasure from watching you struggle to obtain that hard-to-reach item.)

[pastel-mask]

HELLO DEAR TUMBLR PALS!!!

Today I introduce you toooo...Donatus! Arrogant, eepy, and very much done with everything tbh! /hj

Clothed:

Clothed but with his✨Goggles✨:

Lenses Detached:

Don but no clothes (Get this man a robe he gon' be cold)

BONUS: OVERALLS!!!

I got inspired by seeing everyone drawing their future Donnie's with overalls so I gave the grumpy boi some overalls too hehehe

(Might have to click on the images cuz Tumblr unalives the quality a lil' bit. You can also open the image in a new tab to zoom in easier to see lil' details!)

"Shattered Sunrise" AU belongs to @pastel-mask (is me)

Please do not use my art without asking beforehand

Thankies <3

You can read the comic, "Shattered Sunrise", HERE! <3

[ananxiousgenz]

Part 3 OF THE HADESTOWN FLASH FIC

for anyone who is actually reading these in order: they are not in any real kind of order. I am simply writing as the inspiration comes to me so the scenes are all over the fuckin place. also if this isn't as good as the prior parts, i apologize, i am eepy and my brain isnt working very well

@smidgen-of-hotboy and @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl psppsps come get your juice (@urjover and @one-joe-spoopy and @waters-and-the-wilde you guys can come read this too!!)

part 1 and 2 are on my account somewhere

the world straighted up and took notice the day peter nureyev walked into that bar.

well, maybe not the world.

but fate certainly did. and so did juno steel. and maybe that's close enough.

it was another day like they had all been in that eternal winter: windy, overcast, and grey, with a kind of chill that doesn't nip as much as sink its fangs into your bones and never let go. he'd come into the bar for the same reason everyone else had, juno assumed, trying to get out of the wind and cold and warm up a little. but there was no warmth to be found here. no true relief from the constant cold that had been the norm for years.

spring had disappeared. and the world had never really quite recovered from its loss.

juno wasn't discouraged, though. he knew there had to be a way to fix it, and then it came to him while he was stacking crates out behind the bar a few days ago. a simple song popped into his head, and when he sang it. oh, when he sang it. it was like spring with all of its warmth and goodness and chaos had come back into the world for just a moment. and then the moment was over, and juno left with the knowledge that maybe, just maybe, he could fix things. the song needed work, certainly, but even as it was, it could fix a lot.

not everything, but a lot. he knew deep down some things could simply never be fixed.

he was musing about how to continue the song while wiping down one of the bar tables that seemed to be perpetually sticky with old beer and fading finish when the door creaked open, announcing a new customer. the work never stopped here, did it? no matter, he'd get to them in a minute when he was finished with this table and then he'd-

oh.

he glanced up at the new customer and suddenly found himself rooted to the spot, heart pounding and face flushed.

he was.... he was.........

wow.

this new customer was quite possibly the most stunning man juno had ever seen. his hair was mussed from the wind outside and his face was flushed with cold. standing tall and lean in an oversized traveling coat, features sharp and clever as he spoke with juno's coworker at the bar. a streak of dirt rested on his cheek just below his wire rimmed glasses as he wriggled his warm leather gloves off.

he was clearly tired. everyone was. hard times do that to a people. but this man wore the exhaustion like a fine diamond bracelet, made for him in a way that complimented his countenance perfectly.

he was beautiful.

and that made him dangerous.

not that juno cared. he was quite fond of danger.

the man finally sat down at a table and sighed deeply, propping his head up on his hand as he waited for the drink he ordered. juno simply kept staring. he wasn't quite sure what to do next outside of stare. a thousand words were flooding his brain and all of them were stuck in his throat.

rita, his coworker, noticed. "you really wanna talk to him, dontcha boss?"

juno could only nod. dammit, why couldn't he say anything??

"then go DO it, boss!! whataya waitin' for?"

he opened his mouth to make some snappy remark, but nothing came out, so he just closed his mouth and nodded.

"oh, and mista steel?"

"yes, rita?"

"don't come on too strong, okay? I know you get a little excited about meetin' pretty people sometimes-"

"oh gods, rita, that was one time!!"

"well, it still cost lil old rita about a week's wages to replace the whiskey bottles you shattered from bein' so clumsy, so don't do it again!"

juno rolled his eyes and grabbed the stranger's drink to set down on his table. it was only a few steps to move, but somehow it felt like crossing mountains and rivers. juno's hands were shaking by the time he finally reached the man's side.

"ah, thank you, darling."

gods. even his voice was stunning. low and even and smooth as glass.

juno didn't even realize he was staring again until the man looked at him, slight concern etched onto his features. "are you alright? do you need something from me? I'm quite sure I paid at the bar but if you're looking for a tip-"

"come home with me." the words were out of juno's mouth before he could even think about them.

the man's eyebrows shot up and juno felt his face redden. he was quiet for a moment before responding. "you want me to go home with you?"

"yes."

"i don't even know who you are."

"i'm juno. i'm going to marry you."

there was another pause and internally, juno cringed. the one chance he gets to talk to someone attractive and he can't even act like a normal human being. of course it would be like this.

the man studied him for a moment before leaning back towards the bar to look at rita, who had been studying this interaction with all the curiosity of a child watching rabbits in the forest. "is he always like this?"

rita nodded vigorously. "absolutely, mista stranger-guy."

the man nodded thoughtfully before turning back to face juno. "i'm peter. peter nureyev."

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alright, you already know that he's a mad scientist, but as i've said before, he's morally gray, which means a lot of things don't deter him of completing/doing experiments.

which is why the lil 'oopsie daysie' happened with machine, and that's why there are alternates at the manor.

sans and papyrus, at the least, are pissed about it. but this discovery makes gaster's nerdy big boy brain hyperfixate on anything relating to the topic of alternative universes (humans in this universe dont have much research about it other than the occasional movie that makes you think, and the theories.)

and if i go further into this id spoil some of the plot (which i already did enough of) sooo, lets think of some hypothetical scenarios and headcannons!

id say that reader (you) would get into the lab a lot. and while you can be a great lab assistant, lets be honest, you touch too much shi 💀💀

gaster would have this thing where he'd put you in he corner for 5 minutes before letting you interact with the work again.

when i think of gaster's experiments, not only do i think of vials of dangerous liquids, but i also think of a SHIT ton of notes just neatly organized into notebooks on a metal shelf

a lot of the pages are more about ramblings and tiny details rather than general info

so if you try to read it, please get some context dear.

i know most ppl have the headcannon that sans gets his sleepy eepies from his dad, but he completely developed that on his own

gaster has a schedule set to where he sleeps for 8 hours, and only has 3 hours of free time.

which means if you see the other 13 hours blocked on his schedule he will not acknowledge you unless you are helping him progress

Going back to his interests, i think his favorite part about science are the details that most people miss that just really bring the whole theory together into a fact.

bro prolly has some national scientist awards and threw that shi straight into the trash.

its not that he isnt proud of his achievements actually, not at all.

he just doesn't need someone else, better yet a human to tell him so

so he tries to ignore the public despite their incessant please for his presence ✨

Since gaster actually exists, he is still labeled as the royal scientist, despite not being apart of a monarchy anymore, and does favors for the king when the curiosity allows it.

I want him to be a grandfather figure, who rambles on about success in life, who is also emotionally repressed, who also takes many risks that a man his age shouldn't.

his ideas and experiments are very "out of the box" per say. Like, if you told him you cant see souls at all (which is most likely gonna happen) dudes gonna strap you down and ignore your cries of pain as he extracts the your soul from your chest. poking and prodding at it to compare it to a monster soul.

i mean, he has the real thing now! no need to rely in outdated textbooks and theories right? why not test it for himself? and if you resent him for the rest of your life for it, he would tell you how lucky you are to still be alive and that he got what he wanted without losing a "potential specimen".

which makes you wonder what other lives has gaster been liable for??...oh well!

And noowwww back to the reader!

since reader is now gonna be a big part of his life- he'll allow certain things to slide. as you live more and more with him and the gang, he'll call you assistant or human and not by your real name.

i dont think gaster would spend much time around you during his scheduled hours (he kicks you out half the time)

but during his free time, and since you're human, he is very curious.

he asks about you, what it's like being a human female, what makes your skin darker than other humans, and why'd you conjoin your hair-

just lots of general questions about your appearance and how humans literally dont use INTENT at all.

and yes, INTENT, DETERMINATION, ATK, LOVE, and much more terms from undertale will be used in this fic. so i suggest getting into the fandom vocab a bit when you can-

but to put it simply, INTENT is like another way of language for monsters. it's pretty much what it says, but to break it down: intent is something that you do with purpose.

personally, i headcannon intent to be more intune with emotions and how the user feels and/or wants to feel in the moment. for example "aggressive and murderous intent" or "caring, sweet, and loving intent." and INTENT carries magic within it, hence why monsters are so in tune with internal emotions while humans aren't. and that's why monsters re more in danger with humans than any other creature, because humans used unknowing intent that could kill a monster in one hit.

Surprisingly enough he doesn't like to spend his breaks at home in his bed.

instead, he goes out to muffet's for a very specific coffee order, and a spider muffin.

half of the time he'll make you pay with your own money, crippling your pockets.

other times he'll roll his eyes when you "forget" to bring your wallet and get you only a drink off the menu.

if you catch him as he's leaving out for a break, gaster may sometimes not go to muffet's at all and find a park to watch kids trip at.

or maybe a grass field during golden hour.

im not gonna say that gaster hates kids, but it's moreso that fact that they...are underdeveloped, and therefore harder to understand in his eyes.

as ive said before, this guys ignores his feelings, so he gets uncomfortable when people show theirs.

so when you cry, or get angry in situations that dont seem as big to him as it does to you, he lowkey cringes a bit.

but since.. *sigh* you're now his pupil, as well as someone who takes his work more seriously than others (DESPITE YOUR TENDENCY TO TOUCH SHIT)

he has to take of you now! and *gags* comfort you

bro cant comfort for shit (which is one of the reasons why they dont have plants at their house)

so when you hug him with your snotty face... and your...wet tears, he shivers aggressively but tries to keep still

yea he doesn't hug back at all, its bad enough he has to watch you!

(or maybe it's bc he doesn't know how to hug back 👀)

In this au, the reader is canon to the universe. not isekaid, not transported, no. she lives there and the code is accurate. so any and all timelines will include her.

and timelines are gonna be a "what if", or maybe a chapter for angst. idk yet. And in this fic, imma make the choice for flowey not to remember resets. but only due to his will (cool right?).

frisk isn't really gonna be included much into the plot, only when it calls for it.

oh shit- back to gaster

not sure if i said this before, but warming up to gaster even the littlest bit is like reading a 100 chapter slowburn.

it's gonna take a long time, hell, maybe a year or so, for him and reader to start actually building a granddaughter/grandpa relationship. so while youre still getting to know him, it's like he's avoiding you, (but you clearly don't read his schedule enough sooooo)

and when you guys finally get to that point, you guys are like buddies. he'll ramble to you about certain topics, while you sit and listen.

you'd watch movies with him as he overanalyzes characters and plots, only to fuck it up and end up with something different, claiming "he could write a better one".

gaster loves helping you study

even if it's for a 5 question quiz, he'll help you out as much as he can!

plus, id be a shame if the ✨Smartest Man On the Surface ™✨ let his little human fail!

nuh uh, not happening!!!

he's very proud of you everytime you get an assignment back with an A with lots of praise from the teachers.

he'll even try to get you in a routine (which rarely works often, as easy as it seems)

gaster chuckles every time you make him a homemade snack, or lunch meal, it warms his little heart ❤️

Other times he can't stand your attitude

Why cant you control yourself in situations that aren't bigger than you make it seem?

it racks his big brain so much, that he bans you from the lab for 3 days when stuff like that happens.

he really hates it when someone has a tone with him, it grinds against some part of his brain the makes his more "violent" and intrusive thoughts.

its not noticable at first, at least not to him, but after the 1st hour he begins thinking

"humans have skeletons right?"

"what would skin all in a pile look like?"

"what would happen if he gripped, squeezed and strangled a soul made of pure determination?"

of course, he already knows that answer to those. and if you dont, just ask frisk.

im sure they remember very well.

but after the intrusive thoughts go away, he's just left seething in anger.

i feel like gaster (,similar to donnie from rise) has a hard time understanding other people, because he's been alone for most of his life.

and that makes him jealous of you.

but in the end, you'll always be gaster's little assistant ❤️

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Clive Schill headcannons!!

He’s weirdly good at music. Classical instruments mostly, (cello, violin, clarinet ect) and he was in a professional orchestra until the age of 23. Only Bryony knows this, and will never let him live it down. He was also a theatre kid but Could Not Sing. At All.

He’s scared of the dark. Like deathly terrified of being alone in the dark.

He’s aggressively average at fortnight. Only ever plays solos and gets maybe one win out of every five games. Which isn’t bad, but it’s not great considering the sheer volume of time he’s sunk into it…

He is bisexual. He does not know this.

He was bullied as a child. He says he was the one doing the bullying but my man was a Loser in secondary and probably should get therapy about it. He won’t.

He looks fucking adorable when he wakes up in the morning. My man has the best lil eepy face.

He probably has a tattoo. It’s small and no one else knows about it. It’s important to him.

He always wears suits but like… badly. They aren’t cheap suits but he never irons them and doesn’t quite seem to know how to tie a tie properly. That or he just can’t be arsed.

Slightly short sighted. Squints at every sign on the motorway. Won’t get glasses.

Thus concludes the Clive Headcannons!!

God you're so right about so many things!

Additions;

He tells people he has one tattoo, and that it's a drunken stupid tattoo from a holiday with his mates, but he actually also has the secret important to him tattoo

He truly does not believe he was bullied, knows he wasn't the coolest kid in the school but he bullied someone else so he always identifies as the bully, but he was bullied way worse than he ever bullied anyone else (and you're right he needs therapy about it)

He has absolutely had so many very gay encounters that he refuses to accept that wanting more of them makes him bi, because that's just "lads helping each other out" - while he's getting divorced he goes out does a bunch of drugs and gets off with whoever offers

And agreed he's definitely so average at fortnite, but he's also an absolutely terrible loser, and insists that people are cheating if he gets killed early on in a round

And bonus one of mine:

He absolutely wears lifts. Only Pam knows, and she thinks it's hilarious that she's taller than him even when he's wearing them - but he's Really sensitive about it