#wake up peepaw it’s time to FUCK

[whitegoldtower]

Baron Afanas from WWDITS would be a great faceclaim for Vingalmo.

Would. Would so hard.

Tired of pretending that old man isn’t hot because HE IS.

[wyrmscockfortress]

act 3 durge spoilers ahead <3

[angelitaby]

future!leonardo x reader. tw; descriptions of gore, death and peepaw leo angst :3 does this count as a one-shot?

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎 is awake tonight, his arm draped over his forehead. he is completely alone. exception to the low glow of a lamp on his face. complex emotions are unfolding unbidden.

he can hear thumps and cracks from outside the room, familiar to the strong workings and sharp pains of his heart. the ash still rustles, patters, and sighs. it’s a taunting echo of your footfall, every light step a second he won’t get back. leo’s chest pounds louder. the ash storm buffets, his breath colliding rhythmically with the booming of his migraine. it's loud. like an agitated heart. pains and aches everywhere. he hears a snort of laughter. it's not real. it's not... real.

"you're getting old..."

a man filled with delirium from lack of sleep can't help but dream of his lost lover. his vision is blurry, but in the corner of his eye stands a figure, leaning against the frame of the doorway. it's not you. it's not you.

"you haven't been sleeping again, i see."

he doesn't answer, and the blurry figure moves in front of him, ghosting it's fingertips over his jaw like how you used to. cradling his face, running a thumb over his lips.

"what happened to needing your beauty sleep, leo?"

you are long dead, he should not be able to feel these sensations, but his body intimately remembers your touch like a phantom wound. he closes his eyes. and even if he was talking to himself, he couldn't help but respond this time. his voice is broken, it's so sad.

"i'm so sorry..."

"it's okay, leo. you're okay."

it's okay. it's... okay. he's—his eyes open wide, and he jolts up as if he had just been shot. your figure vanishes away like a wisp. and leo is once again forced back into reality. the reality that he will never be able to feel your true touch, and he will never wake up beside your forgiving gaze again. the feeling of you in his arms is something on the list of many things he will never have again. you're dead. and you're gone. it's not real. he has to remind himself. and his mind flashes to the night where he couldn't save you. against his will it replays in his head. flashbacks of you falling granted by some unknown force as an unholy gift.

a fate which made you beg for death. after feeling pressured by the eyes of a true monster peering through you and festering underneath your skin, writhing like worms through your sinews, rippling through your veins and kissing at each inch of the intricate maze under your skin until it threatened to break and face the sun. overcoming you to a madness. it laid itself where it could. your organs. behind your eyes, in your brain. in the deep layers. pulling your limbs apart with the power of a village, gnawing at your flesh to take as its own. with a smell that had made you want to vomit. it was dizzy. you wanted to scratch at your skin until it escaped.

eventually, you were unable to feel it after a sharp stab through your chest. your last heartbeat, your last breath. you began to see hallucinations. unable to see the world for how it really was. you lived in a blissful hallucination for a few moments. living in a distant dream, where none of this happened. a little world where you got to start a family, make a home. where you were safe. safe, because he was there. safe, he always was, leo. it didn't hurt, this dream. you knew it wasn't real, and perhaps it was selfish to feel so... so accepting of death, but fuck, did it feel nice. for once, you weren't in pain. were you smiling?

it was bitter sweet. it was beautiful. your skin split open, blooming outward like petals. blood sparkling like rain as it returned to the dirt. to be consumed by fungi that would continue the decomposition cycle with your marrow in its veins. eyes that were carefully embedded into your skin screaming as leo's ōdachi went right through your heart like cupid's arrow. they all looked at him. taunting. so, so taunting. it was like the kraang was laughing right at his face as it ripped you away from him.... you. you were gone. he felt his limbs go numb, he couldn't breath, he couldn't breath. he—oh, God. he couldn't fucking breath. donatello had to drag him away, but he was yelling the whole time.

and donatello, in an attempt to comfort his brother, he called your death something strange.

he called it... mercy.

[milks-thoughts]

request for platonic peepdaw donnie!! I saw the request for peepaw leo with teen reader, but what if change it with peepaw? same idea as well but more sciencey. so sorry if its to much!

thank you and have a great day/afternoon/night!!

PEEEPAW DONNIE MF ITS SCIENCE TIME *turns on Bill Nye*

PLEASE READ THE TW

summary: F! Donnie gets sent back in time and grows a deep connection with P!reader

TW: WARNINGS FOR ATTEMPTED S/A (not Donnie, he does no wrong), mentioned harassment, neglect, @b_s3 (reader is the victim), breakdowns

You Seem So Lonely

⚛︎ Donatello opened his eyes, he took a big inhale and let his senses come back to him. He was in a comfortable bed? there were blankets on him and the sky outside was blue. that’s…illogical, the Krang invasion turned the sky brown and dusty reds from the lack of ocean. He lifted himself slightly and blinked his eyes immediately falling on a human slumped in the corner. They were young and their hands covered in blood, he opened his mouth to speak but decided that standing would be better so he could sneak out- oh fuck he was falling now- Donatello fell to the floor waking you up, you had scarred hands and neck. had the invasion already happened? did something change? Your panicked speaking brought him back to the present “ Are you okay?! oh stupid what’re you say?! It’s a 6’8 turtle who just fell- oh is your back okay?? You were passed out and I had to take your armor thingy off “ that got his attention “ what’s wrong with my battleshell? “ you shrunk back at his tone “ nothing-! you just couldn’t breathe right and I had to lug you up here from the lobby of my apartment complex “ he hummed in a unconcerned tone “ Your leg- it was bent all weird and destroyed I had to uhm “ he looked at your bloodied hands and the floor “ I had to cut it off- I used the kitchen knives “ Donatello looked at this child and- they amputated him? correctly? That shocked him “ How’d you know what to do? “ you perked up “ oh! I read all kinds of medical books when I was younger! and have a bunch of old medical supplies! It’s all still sterile- oh speaking of which I should really clean my floor! “ your hands had his dried blood on them as you shakily stood up, scars lingering on your legs and arms. they made red flags pop up in his head but he decided to ignore them. “ I’m sure you have a family to get back to, I can help you there if you want “ you said while pouring hydrogen peroxide onto your bloodied floor. Donatello looked at you, he didn’t really think of that. Did Leo do the plan? The fail safe? All he remembered was his brothers mystic energy and a red beam before he was hit with a wave of mystic energy. Donatello came back and blinked “ I can find my way through the New York sewer system “ they’d have to abandon their old home a few years before, the Krang finding his home and destroying everything. He was barely able to get Shelldon to safety before the lair was destroyed. You nodded “ of course, well- if you ever need anything you can come back. My dads never home! “ Donatello blinked. Never home? Whatever. He shakily stood up and you quickly got up to help him balance “ How about I help you down and leave you to your own devices when we get close enough? “ Donatello only nodded, you smiled and helped him out of your apartments fire escape.

It was attached to the living room- that was a mess- he simply nodded at you and took in your gross apartment, you haven’t gotten around to cleaning it. Making it down the steps you watched as Donatello opened the manhole cover with a small grunt a smile on your face as you climbed down the ladder and watched as he followed you. Letting him lean on you as you walked “ so the sewer system? real estate must be amazing to live down here “ Donatello only inwardly groaned “ I can’t exactly purchase a apartment looking like this “ you watch him motion to him- “ true, imagine you’re just working and this giant 6’8 softshell turtle wants to talk to you about rent. it sounds horrible “ Donatello just let you talk, in some way you reminded him of Leo, or Mikey. “ -but you wouldn’t be bothered by other tenants! No creepy older guys talking to you about your school uniform “ another thing to take a note of. Donatello noticed a lot of concerning stuff, like how you walked with a slight limp despite your legs looking fine. some scars and a bruise on your collarbone, and harassment from other tenets. what about your father? Didn’t he care that his child had and he quoted “ creepy older men talking about your school uniform “. His mind did notice that they were close to the lair “ we are near my home “ you nodded and smiled at him “ okay! oh-! here’s my address in case you ever need help “ you handed a paper that you quickly scribbled on. Donatello watched as you backed up and waved as you walked away, he leaned on the wall his battleshell pushing against the concrete. Waving back, he did wonder if you were going to be okay. wait was he emotionally attached? nonsense he just met you.

Donatello spent a whole month getting settled in the lair. After that time he kept going back to your apartment and he didn’t know why, was it just general concern? or perhaps curiosity? In that time he noticed how you acquired a few new scars and bruises. He never spoke about them and neither did you, He perched on your fire escape and you looked at him with a small smile. Opening the window you pressed a finger to your lips as you led him to your room. Sitting him down you rushed back out and closed the window, he looked at the closed door before looking at his wrist sleeve. He had been designing a better prosthetic than what he had made. A yell brought him back as he heard a grown man yell before you opened the door, tears in your eyes and you rubbed at a swelling eye. Donatello stood up to look at it, he hoped your eye was unaffected. god he prayed your eye was okay. the skin around your eye was starting to change color, your sclera was red from busted blood vessels. You seemed to be able to follow Donatello well enough, you felt the tears that were trapped in your eyes leak down your cheeks and onto your shirt. Donatello simply brought you close to him before sitting down, he was right. why did he ever ponder on his suspicions? Your soundless sobs wracked your body in his hold. His simply rubbed his hand up and down on your back. He had gotten better about comforting when Casey Jr was a child, Casey Jr always followed Donatello like he was the turtles shadow. This led to accidents in the lab in where Donnie would have to comfort the crying boy. Your father had long left the apartment, leaving you alone. Well kinda- your dad didn’t really know a giant mutant turtle was in your bedroom. Your lashes had tears that stuck to them, Donatellos hand lifted and pet your hair. That brought out a verbal sob before you hung your head against his plastron again. You rubbed at your eyes before looking at Donatello, a apology stumbling from you lips before he hushed you and kept petting your hair. When was the last time you cried in someone’s hold? it felt comfortable…it felt like all your sorrows were just there and someone was helping you pick them up. You perked up “ shit- I have to go clean “ you murmured trying to stand up before your legs gave out from underneath you, how hard did you cry???

Sometimes Donatello followed you while you walked to school, you knew he was there and you usually texted him but today you seemed unnerved, your hair put up and some lipgloss on your lips. His attention was pulled looking across the rooftops he saw a few people yelling, when he looked back down you were missing. okay- where did you go? he followed your normal route and panicked when you weren’t walking along it. you wouldn’t be at school so where the hell did you go? Donatellos phone ringed before suddenly stopping before he can answer your contact. That made him more desperate to find you, he put a tracker on your backpack when he first started visiting you. He followed the signal to a alley “ -leave me alone! “ your shout filled his ears as he slinked down counting the people. 5 in total, that’s going to be hard to fight. “ Stop it! “ you wailed kicking at a guy as he grabbed your shirt “ I said stop it! “ at this point tears were rolling down your cheeks as you scratched and hit them. Donatello dropped on the one currently holding your shirt, snatching it from his hands he threw it at you so you could scamper it on, the others took the hit and ran off. Their tails (literally) between their legs. He turned and looked at you his face softening at your hysterical state, your body shaking on the floor as you sobbed. Sitting down with you he whispered “ can I touch you? “ you shook your head as he pulled you into his arms and pet your hair, his chin on your head. “ it’s okay…it’s okay “ he whispered quietly as you wailed. He knew it wasn’t safe to be out during the day but he didn’t care. Your crying hadn’t stopped once as you mumbled to yourself in fear “ I promise it’ll all be okay “ he had long ago messaged his younger self saying he’ll be home later. Your hands gripped his shirt tighter as your brain started getting exhausted. He picked you up and made his way onto the rooftops “ …can I go back home..? “ you croaked out in a hushed whisper. Donatello nodded and walked the two of you there, him still holding you bridal style as he slipped in through the fire escape window. He placed you in your bed and watched you as you slept, never leaving your side until you told him he was okay to leave. Why was he doing this? maybe it’s because you always seemed so lonely when he visited you, the way your bruised and scarred skin shined with tears as you lived through a perfect little shit storm of a life. He knows why Leo took Casey Jr under his wing, he watched the way your breathing lifted and lowered you brought out the best in Donatello. you helped him and he will forever stay with you, through everything, even death.

[genthekick]

What your fav dbd character says about you (from a Yui main) - survivor edition:

Once again, this is only for entertainment purposes, don’t sentence me to death pls

Dwight - bald Dwight ftw

Meg - Beyoncé should sing: “Who run the world? Meg!”

Claudette - why do you keep fucking up the generator??

Jake - macho macho man

Nea - the OG lesbian

Laurie Strode - who? Seriously, does anyone play her?

Ace - you make me angry, but you’re trying

Bill - peepaw will save you!

Fang Min - we could go two ways: toxic or saviour of the world

David King - you look angry, but you’re actually aight

Quentin - who? 2.0

David Tapp - Tapp that gen please

Kate Denson - the saviour of the game AND my heart

Adam Francis - what a legend, he will die for you

Jeff - does anyone play him? 2.5

Jane Romero - tell me the truth? Do you actually play her cause she’s good or is it because she’s thiccc?

Ash - I admire you, I would like an autograph

Nancy Wheeler - will carry the game

Steve Harrington - will try and help, but at the end of the day, you’ll hear him scream on a hook

Yui - not to be biased, but… mum, she’s the one!

Zarina - Talented. Brilliant. Incredible. Amazing. Showstopping. Spectacular. Never the same. Totally Unique. Completely not ever been done before.

Cheryl Mason - you do NOTHING! Get out of the basement!!

Felix - you pop out of nowhere, making me almost shit myself

Élodie - you look like you know what you’re doing

Yun-Jin - props to you surviving in a bright fluffy jacket

Jill Valentine - FUCK THAT KILLER UP, BABY!

Leon - unless you’re a bot, you’re my guardian angel

Mikaela - I thought she was the ultimate survivor until she started running… so so slow

Jonah Vasquez - a who now? Also how do you see through those glasses in the mist??

Yoichi - a legend that I never see

Haddie - you’ve gone through some shit

Ada Wong - you are the moment

Rebecca Chambers - always dies first

Vittorio - father?

Thalita - you don’t exist

Renato - you only exist as a bot

Gabriel Soma - if you explode a gen one more time, istg…

Nicholas Cage - either legendary or A COMPLETE ASSHOLE

Ellen Ripley - you remind me of my mother

Alan Wake - my best friend, my saviour, my will to live

[nani-nonny]

OKAY!! HERE'S ANOTHER Nonny peepaw leo hunger games!!!

We start with blood bath almost everyone are running away!! The most real thing is donnie getting explosives xDD

And the leos getting as mamy resources as possible!!

Day 1

I laughed at how warrant had "sprained his ankle" tho he doesn't have it xD

The lil reunion leo got the water from the future brothers as they got instructions from future reunion xD/silly

The leo scaring another leo is ALSO CANON LOL

Purple running from splinter because he KNOWS his explosive will be confiscated xD

Oh boy i can imagine LCD having a hard time babysitting little orange, red AND lou!! As he try to NOT count disMir as a baby xD

Seeing reunion in the group i can imagine he's fucking with everyone's mental health as DMD try to be the mature one lol and hypno is like "WTF WHY AM I HERE?!" 🤣

Of future leo and APAF future leo is just so canon? Because they're leader of resistance so they're going "survival mode"

WDS future leo picking flowers is so cute 🥰

Night 1

OMG SO MANY THINGS ARE HAPPENING AND AM LIKE "THIS'S CANON!!!"

Poor baby raphie crying is making me cry! 😭😢

I believe when disMir future leo killed bm and April, he faked killing April while he sent BM's ass to the shadow realm xD

Reunion is forcing LCD to talk with him and interrogate the wet cat xD

The LIL LEOs are working together to protect each other!!

DMD future leo asking to be with future Mikey is so heartbreaking because he lost his brother and this despite begin not the real brother of his is still future Mikey from different dimension! My boy wants comfort and see them again!! 😭😭😭

Splinter getting explosives are just so funny🤣 like he wanted to confiscate donnie's bombs but got one instead xD

Lil leo begin a dick to the rest of his brother is so leo thing... Temporarily hogging the fire.

And warrant begging reunion to end him and the latter refuses because i believe hypno is looking for him!! He knows how much these two care about each other badly.

Day 2

Okay it's a dick move to ruin reunion's camp but i believe reunion excepted that to happen lol

Reunion lil leo killing the imaginary lil Mikey is so sad, hope dmd didn't see that

Speaking of dmd, he got medical supplies, probably from future Mikey after he was dead

Aaaaand WDS future leo killed future Mikey, i bet his Mikey screamed in his ear saying "THAT'S A FAKE MIKEY KILL HIM!!" LOLOL

Night 2

I can't help but imagine baby lou trying to defend her little candle by hissing and lil leo is like "calm down i won't take your candle!". Dmd future leo is like " aww she's growing fast and strong " while hypno is "Who's sassy child is this?!"

You know that reunion future leo in a team with little him & dee the old man is gonna fuck with them like "ahhhh!!" Everyone wakes up "sorry i saw a roach :)" and the kids glare at him.. But they all would turtle pile on him and reunion future leo is just hugging them as he smiles and chuckle while feeling safe because they're safe!!💙💙💙💙💜

Mercy and prayers for little leo because WDS F!Leo & LCD F!Leo do NOT like each other! I can imagine the uncomfortable aura in the air.

Splinter destroying future disMir's camp is like "why dad?!" 🤣

Day 3

THERE'S NO THAT WARRANT HAD KILLED REUNION! I BET REUNION WANTED TO WATCH THE GAME SO HE DECIDED TO ACT DEAD AND WARRANT TOOK IT AS A WIN XDDD

Raphie setting lil leo on fire was an accident, okay? AM DEFENDING MY BABY HERE!!

Night 3

In WDS Future leo's defense.. I believe he was arguing with one of his brothers and the kids thought he was losing it/silly

Warrant vs baby lou is funny, yet i can see warrant losing to lou so he asked for a truce

Hypno begging to be unalive by lcd is triggering lcd so he left him

Day 4

LCD Future leo picking flowers is just so mentally peaceful to him. He knows he needs to go back to hunt and survive the hellhole but for now? A few flowers won't hurt him.

Baby lou backstabbing her dad is just so funny like i can imagine them role playing and baby loy backstab her dad as her dad act "dead"

WDS future leo chasing disMir lil leo is funny xD

Night 4

Thinking LCD future leo staying with reunion lil leo is like "i don't like reunion but his kid needs protection" and i bet old man reunion is happy LCD is stepping in. I can imagine him say "everything goes well"

DisMir future leo is kicking out WDS future leo because he scared lil disMir leo xD "no fire for you" is what he said.

Leo destroying purple's supplies is so canon xD

Gonna send part 2 soon

Another round of leo hunger games! Exciting!

Day 1 makes me laugh so hard because Warren stone trips despite lacking legs and feet! The lil Leos scaring each other hahaaha! And wds f!leo picking flowers makes my heart melt :(((

And night 1 with wds Red makes me so sad! Don’t cry little raphie :((( and whoa! DisMir F!Leo getting the first blood, I believe? And Warren stone and hypno being separated hurts :( they need to be together

I could barely focus with day 2 when I see DisMir F!Leo thinking about home :(((

Night 2 made me laugh solely due to (a)paf baby lou is setting fires hahaha! /j but something so sweet about wds red and orange humming :(((

Oh goodness, Day 3, it has me wondering how Warren stone was capable of killing Reunion F!Leo! I didn’t see that coming at all! And hehe baby lou on the hunt. But a Raph, wds red, killing a Leo, LCD Lil Leo? That poor turtle has gotten through more than enough :( what a betrayal!

Another peaceful Night 3 and WDS red is so peaceful and good despite what he did to LCD lil leo hehe and a truce between Warren stone and baby lou hahahaha!

Day 4 made me so upset seeing the (a)paf moment between f!leo and baby Lou :( it hurts

Finally Night 4 hehe needed that moment when original leo messing with wds purple’s supplies hahahaa!

[edensinking]

I was tagged by the lovely @indigowriting ages ago and I forgot to write this! I am so sorry and thank you so much for tagging me. This got too long and I had to put it under a cut.

Tagging: I am going to tag @esta-elavaris because I love their writing!

rules: use this headcanon generator to make headcanons for your ocs! then talk about how accurate they are.

— Audrey fucked your mom.

Audrey most likely fucked your dad. She's oddly enough the only straight character I've written in the history of ever.

— Milo screams like an anime girl.

[ Steve Harvey voice ] YESSSS!!

— Julia was forced to eat cement as a child.

With Benjamin as her older brother? Absolutely.

— Rafael is afraid to close their eyes in the shower.

Yes cuz he's a little BETCH.

— Kathryn shops exclusively at Hot Topic.

Wrong. Everyone knows she shops at Lululemon and Patagonia exclusively.

— Adrian watches My Little Pony.

I cannot confirm nor deny. I can only hope he does it in the most normal way possible.

— Demetria is smart but also very stupid.

Absolutely.

— Matthew voted Reigen in the tumblr sexyman poll.

Duh.

— Sadie wakes up on November 1st and starts decorating for Christmas.

Bold of you to assume she's not with the shits August 31st at the LATEST.

— Dakota uses two-in-one shampoo and conditioner.

In high school? Absolutely. In the present time? You would have to force him.

— Nellie is unemployed.

I mean, technically. She's a retired teacher.

— Cece doesn't own a single pair of matching socks.

How dare you.

— Noah is a top.

I feel bad for bringing peepaw into this conversation.

— Jude is great with kids.

Of course he is. I am stopping now because I just made myself sad.

[coldslaws-gear-station]

I mean, y'know what the legends say what happens to untruthful and greedy kingdoms in Unova... Luckily he left before the fire though am I right guys?

Also yeah, I can imagine UD Alder and Drayden's relationship with each other is incredibly strained. Alder neglected his duties and completely ignored Drayden's concerns, it came to a point that after a kid won his badge he'd tell them not to go to the league, it's just not worth it.

But after he became the new champion you better bet your ass the elites got whipped into shape real quick. There was an incident where one of them tried to take the Pokemon off a trainer who lost, but the look he gave them made them drop the stolen mons. Iris also inherited the gym, she's having a whale of a time, Drayden walked into his old gym only to see it yassified. Yes he was proud but good lord did his blood pressure rise to new heights that day.

A thing I didn't really mention is the fact that N genuinely struggles after being freed during bw2. Imagine UD Ghetsis' distraught finding N drinking coffee at 3 AM, he hates coffee, why would she be drinking it? Turns out they hadn't slept in days, paranoid that if he falls asleep she'll wake up still strapped to that steel table. Paranoid that everything around them is still a dream and they're still out there harvesting all he's worth, she doesn't want to sleep nor wake up. It was a rough point in time for them...

... On a brighter note though, the Triad have names now! The steel type one is Hephaestus (He/They), the fighting type one is Ares (He/They), and the fairy type one is Hebe (She/They). Their aces all have one thing in common however, they're all steel type to match with the fact that they originally had simply Bisharps. Hephaestus' still has a Bisharp, Ares' has a Lucario, and Hebe has a Mawile.

Also N has braces, she deserves them. It's funny because everything he wears is particularly monochrome or dull, but the moment they open her mouth you're blasted with the sight of rainbow braces. Actually his coming out story was actually kind of awkward, it went along the lines of;

"Dad." "Yes, my dear?" "I wanna be referred to by she/her and they/them pronouns too." "If that's what you wish for, then alright." "... You're not upset?" "Should I be?" "Well... No, but I just didn't think you'd-" "Natural, dear, I've been out for over thirty years. If I judged you over who you are then I'd be a hypocrite."

UD Ghetsis actually wears a white eye patch over his injured eye, he no longer has that eye and uses a glass eye to fill the space. However when the kids were small they drew a crude eye on one of his white patches with permanent marker to make him feel better. He cried, he wears it like a fucking trophy of honour, yes my kids made this for me so yes I'm going to wear it.

- 💌

honestly love that for drayden. minus the misery . imagine how much it'd suck if iris wanted to become champ like she goes on to do in canon bw2 but drayden is actively trying to stop her because he does Not want to see his granddaughter lose her pkm. if that happened i think he'd storm the league himself and start throwing hands.

also

PLEAAASR JUST LET N KNOW PEACE IM CRYING... glad to see an n hates coffee truther (not like it's a particularly major hc but it's fun to see someone else shares the hc) BUT AUGH. the derealization must go crazy

also i like the names!! and their pokemon :) mawile underrated

BRACES N!! that's so cute i should draw that. connie on rh could use braces lowkey cuz she's got a bit of a tooth gap. or maybe she'll just grow out of it. i gave it to her cuz i thought it was cute, i used to have a bigass tooth gap as a kid (big enough that used to be able to drink through straws between my teeth like a freak) but grew out of it

common peepaw W. also glad he lets his kids use dad instead of father. i wanted to make my ghetsis let his kids use dad but i feel like even as Decent (not good) as he is he's too image focused to really allow something as simple as dad or daddy. you're gonna use father sorry idc how hard that is for a 7 y/o who is barely learning english to say (actually why n calls concordia "connie" in some in person scenes even though ghetsis would probably prefer he use her full name. concordia is just too hard for the little baby to say)

also hello gaycis. is he bi

THE SILLY EYE i love that. it's like kids giving their dad a shitty paper tie for father's day. i love it

[burgertaco6]

okay guys, its that time again on "what the hell are they yappin about". a day or so ago i got BG3!!!!! heres how it be goin i wake up to the most handsome looking entity of evil i have ever seen and HUMMINA HUMMINA

after that i made my character, shes a blue dragonborn as i highly dislike playing as human characters and big lizard funny, shes an offensive support druid storm proceeded to brutally kill off every single enemy she saw in lizard fashion and gave one of the local mindflayers the dragon rizz stare before falling to her death

the tutorial goes on yadayada fight kill thing find friends, i get ahold of crypt peepaw who i love alot bc he reminds me of my dad in a weird way, slay on peepaw

my and the posse help slaughter the goblins outside of the tiefling hideout where eventually we discover the druids, storms like "omg sick!! more druids" but their leader is a bitch, storm makes sure to call her that in a more wise way as she heavily dislikes her and her opinions about wanting to imprison a child (and yknow kaghas racism)

after finishing calling kagha a bitch we head to the doctor, where we're heavily confirmed about the leaders whereabouts AND that we're a ticking time bomb to turn into some hot powerful mindflayers (which tbh i wouldnt mind if i did)

off to the road we go!! along the road i camp for the first time due to running out of short rests and we're basically a rock throw away from death, storms trying to sleep when she gets the best vampire hickie in her life (and the first one), but that vampussy was too good and she died (had to use a revive scroll)

pale twink boy said sorry which i happily forgave him as having a vampire on the team is fucking awesome and now he has the bonus action to bite, which can count as attacking twice if he's sneaking around

with that as of right now, im currently in the goblin ruins trying to get volo out of jail, yesterday i stopped there since my game crashed and i decided i'd been playing long enough lol to help end this post, heres some very pretty pictures i managed too take of storm, i based her to look like a rainy cloud as from her electricity <3 shes got plasma in her eyes

[whitegoldtower]

How my favourite Skyrim NPCs sleep:

Ancano: In the college? Miserably. Spends most of the night irritable and on the verge of tears because everything’s damp and cold. Avoids his room as much as physically possible until he’s practically asleep on his feet. If you’ve taken him home with you, however, he will sleep like a baby. He doesn’t move around, doesn’t make a sound, merely curls up all soft and warm. He tolerates about half an hour of cuddling before shooing you away.

Ondolemar: Values his beauty sleep, strangely enough. He works late, but also sleeps late. He’s never been seen walking around the keep any earlier than 10AM. He snores and drools. Doesn’t enjoy being cuddled because he gets too warm. There is a barrier of pillows between you both.

Cicero: If you can even get him to sleep in the first place, he’s a little angel for the first two hours. Not a peep. Perfectly still… and then his leg jerks. He giggles, then wails, then rolls over about three times before becoming peaceful again for another thirty minutes before the process repeats. There’s a dagger under his pillow. An accident waiting to happen. If you’re brave enough to sleep next to him, you’re probably going to wake up with bruises from being kicked.

Vingalmo: has his hair wrapped up in the finest silks to sleep. The only vampire who sleeps with his legs dangling out of either side of the coffin - he likes the feeling of the cold draught on his feet and, for some reason, sleeping with his knees touching is a sensory issue. If you’re in the coffin with him, your only option is to lay on top of him because he is an utter starfish.

Teldryn Sero: Menopausal Mer, my beloved. Kicks the covers off because hot flashes are hell, and sleeps against the wall with his legs pressed against the cold surface like a fucked up little spider. The sheets are almost always damp. If you’re sleeping next to him, he won’t bother you, and might even lean over to give you a little kiss if he wakes up in the night, but at some point you will roll over and feel some foreign object underneath you before realising that he keeps Ye Olde Dwemer Lost Mary in the bed with him.

Neloth: peepaw is back and forth the fucking toilet like clockwork. You HAVE to sleep against the wall because if he wakes up and has to climb over you to get out of bed he will make it your problem. You can hear him shuffling around in the kitchen and grunting before he comes back to bed with a magelight bright enough to light up blackpool fucking tower, and then he promptly rips the covers off you to keep himself warm.

Erandur: is a cuddler. He will cuddle you and keep you safe and warm, will make sure that you’re all tucked in and comfy, and he will fall asleep after you do. You wake up before him, though, and he’s probably snuggling a pillow with the bedcovers up around his ears.

Elenwen: has to wear an eye mask because she sleeps with her eyes open. Doesn’t move. Doesn’t even look like she’s breathing. Is she even alive? You question as you lean over, and then she draws in a large breath, sighs, and makes a vaguely disgusted sound before rolling over. Occasionally chuckles in her sleep. She does cricket legs under the blankets to get comfy and will 100% put her feet on you, either to cool them down or to subject them to a new texture.

Lydia: likes to spread out and doesn’t like to share. If you do end up sharing, make sure those bedsheets are fucking safety pinned down because she rips ass like a champ. Other than that, she’s pretty cuddly once adjusted to having you next to her, and doesn’t kick around or make too many noises. It would take a literal bomb going off to wake her up once she’s asleep, and she *will* get pissed off if you wake her up and it’s not important.

Farkas: is actually really fucking funny. You can hold a conversation with him. He has a really specific ‘sleep chuckle’ which is literally the Skyrim NPC laugh in his voice (the “heh heh heh”). However, he also sometimes makes some rather lewd sounds. Dude whimpers. He’s a professional little spoon (which is funny considering his stature), and adores being cuddled from behind. Also loves having his back rubbed - it will send him to sleep.

[papercutsunset]

the sequence of written events in 2023 is, like:

early january (BD), the cains get home and have some winter fun after a really shitty christmas eve (WHY are you trying to go swimming? it's SNOWING, you know)

march 10-18 (PP2), tiff infects herself with a parasite and gets stuck in an on and off snowstorm in a different town, eats a dead deer, shoots a guy in the neck. denny has a weird fucking time.

[played: march 11-14, three teenage boys uncover a slime plot]

march 18 (unhooking), dr. lowe gets called to do some weird-ass surgery in the morgue and does NOT enjoy pulling a weird parasite out of the clumsy intern's organs

[played: march 31, father job marries zlob and esther in the back of the wondermart while jeb jr is going through puberty outside]

mid-may, bloodsaw wakes up in a graveyard and immediately has to get a job (thanks, angels)

late may, the cains move into the house (thanks, angels!)

early june (MLSG), bloodsaw steals a laptop and a car and runs tiff over with said car; the car breaks down fourteen hours away from home; what's this, the clowns are killing people and there's something stalking kay and denny? weird. time for a massacre (thanks, clowns)

late june (Tiff Flashes A Fed), tiff gives halverson information on peepaw so she can make sure bloodsaw legally exists

july 3-5 (AwLF), tiff tries so hard to get a letter to a teenage boy, delivers a baby, gets so fucking injured

july 10 (THA), kepler steals a golf cart so tiff has to go to canada (thanks, feds)

july 11, tiff and elton go to boris covington's house, don't murder each other, and go to tim horton's. tiff's heart stops beating. elton gets bonesmacked. the berrycloths show up to heal tiff. she lies to the police about getting kidnapped by a madman who ran off into the woods. melvin j berrycloth gets in her head (thanks, elves)

july 15 (planetarium), tiff and elton go to lake wonder. elton does shenanigans with his favorite boy and tells tiff they're going to have lunch tomorrow. tiff immediately gets sucked into a plot to find a way into the pocket dimension and then crash a party that gets very gruesome very quickly.

august 12-15? (Lubeverse 2), tiff and bloodsaw find a possum thing named lube while hunting hidebehinds in the forest. tiff starts working on an adapted interdimensional communication device and bloodsaw hangs out with lube for a while before ultimately killing them

august 16 (BCA), bloodsaw gets isekaied to the goddamn north pole, gets kissed, gets stabbed, becomes santa (not in that order)

august 18, bloodsaw calls tiff from the north pole and quits their job

august 19, tiff shows up, declares it's the anniversary of her divinity (it is), and tries to make bloodsaw take a mattress (they don't)

[not anything, just worth mentioning: drake has a birthday around this time]

august 23, HOT ELF DATE

[nbspacegay]

With my apartment came free an evil orange cat. He is Huge and fluffy and extremely poorly socialized

Two years ago when i was on concussion 3 or 4 I heard a cat meowing outside my window. This was concerning because I live in an apartment building on a floor that is not at all in proximity to the ground. Briefly, forgetting all five years of my psycbology degree, I wondered if my concussion was causing me to hallucinate.

It was not.

There was this big ol cat on the balcony. I let him inside because what else was I going to do. Then I had another problem in that he would start screaming like a human man any time he was approached. I have had cats for Years I have never heard a sound like that come out of anything but a human. Anyways my wonderful roommate went and knocked on the neighbours door and it turned out he'd just slid under the divider between our balconies.

Y'all I was so determined to tame this cat like a girl in a horse movie who needs a mustange to win the big race so she can save peepaws farm. This did not come to pass.

Then followed years of looney toons bullshit antics on the part of the cat as the neighbours tried desperately to keep him on their side of the balcony and he, trickster god and devil that he is, kept escaping to our side. I distinctly remember one morning, not having forfeited the balcony to the cat yet, I was out in my knee high rubber boots (protection from the cat) boxers and if i recall correctly either shirtless or in a fully see through tank top. 100 percent nipples out except I don't have any. And my neighbour craning his neck around the divider to talk to me about the cat. I have literally no memory of what that conversation entailed except me, floundering, saying the cat was very sweet and then me and my neighbour both visibly grimacing because this cat is as bloodthirsty as they come and I had just told an obvious bald faced lie.

Anyways fast forward a few months and the cat learns how to open our balcony door. We jam it shut and he tears a hole in the screen. Sometimes you turn around and someone elses cat is coming out of your closet with pure murderous intent, hissing and spitting. He is so determined to get into our apartment that both my roommate and I have caught him clawing at the fully closed and locked glass sliding door.

fast forward to last fall and the cat has taken to yowling outside my bedroom window in the afternoons and at 1 am nearly every morning. Once, my roommate, referencing phantom of the opera, says "sing to me my angel of music" in the musical this is followed by the lead doing some really impressive vocal gymnastics which are best transcribed as "OoOooOooooOOOO" at a steadily increasing volume. This is the funniest thing i have ever fucking heard. I have transcribed a conversation the cat and i had a a result.

Cat: OoOooOooooOOOO

Me: Sing for me my angel of music

Cat: OoOooOooooOOOO

Me; Sing! my angel!!

Cat: O0oOo0O

Me: SING!!!!!

Cat O0O0O0O0000

It was a conversation he and I would go on to have many more times before winter when he, as usual, disappeared from my life for several months.

Over the winter, I unlearned my hardwon tolerance for my angel of music. When he returned, it was with a vengeance. No longer content to scream at me twice a day, he commenced with a new plot to psychologically torture me by screaming outside my window at night. At first only once or twice then it became hourly. I didn't say anything to him because I wanted some leave and quiet for once in my life please I'm begging. One very hot night, I wake up and close my window, convinced the cat is about to hurtle through it and kill me in my sleep. I laugh it off as a nightmare. The next night I wake up from an odd sort of thwap. I look out my window and this cat has leapt four feet straight into the air to sink his claws into my screen. He screams at me when I slide my window shut. This happens several times a night for about a week or so. I start trying (and failing) to take a picture of this behaviour for my roommate. Last night, I started talking to him softly because and I won't lie, I was trying to convince him to jump up, but instead he just meowed softly a few times and left. I had forgotten this cat had any other settings beside screaming and hissing.

I thought about that one tumblr post about how small talk is like a little social call and response to say 'are you there?' 'yes Im here with you' I thought about how I hadn't been telling my angel of music to sing recently. I thought about how maybe the cat was yelling into the night, once an hour 'hey, are you there?' only to be met with silence and maybe all I needed to do this whole time was simply to say 'yes, I'm here with you'

It is the middle of the night and i have just had a realization.

[nightfallsolace]

Hello, could I request a headcanon list for either Joseph or Luca? (if it's ok can you do both please?) with a chaotic S/o? thank you!!

OMG OMG OMG YES-- Finally, I have a request. Truthfully, I was already writing the request bUt nO crome decided to be an asshole and close one me, BUT YES I can and will do both <33 I'm making the s/o gender-neutral since there was no specified gender, Warning!! Cursing

Joseph Desaulnier and Luca Balsa with a gn! chaotic s/o joseph Desaulnier

-With chaos, there must be speed, I mean, how are you supposed to create chaos if you're slow?

-So Joseph had a pretty rough time catching you at first

-Truthfully, he found you annoying at first

-Poor peepaw got subjected to your pranks as well

-S/o would be constantly bugging and stealing joseph's food

Joseph: "Y/n, did you eat my cream puffs??"

Y/n: *mouth full of food* "No..."

Joseph: "Then what's that on your shirt?"

Y/n: "That's whipped cocaine--"

-Had been very irritable for a month due to your shenanigans

-Welp, he’s had decided that he hates you, (actually no, that's a lie, he’s just very irritated,)

-He started ignoring you, which actually made you guilty of the thing you did,

-you started trying absolutely EVERYTHING to get his attention and to get him to forgive you, 

-He would wake up everyday for 3 months to find random things and food on his front door, and apology letters slipped under his door

-Joseph ignored it for the first few weeks, throwing away the letters and items, and giving away the food that had been placed on the doorstep, but eventually gave in

-He found himself smiling every time a letter had been slipped under his door, and he had started to collect the trinkets he had been receiving and eating the food that had been placed every now and then

-He started slowly noticing you again, which made you pretty happy

-Joseph realized that aside from the all the chaos and pain you inflict, you could also be a source of solace

-Whenever he would lose a match, or had a problem, he could just storm into your room and rant for hours and you would just sit and listen. Either giving really good advice or something related to fire,

Joseph: *rants in French*

Y/n: “Mhm, uh huh, ok, so I have a solution,”

Joseph: ”Thank goodness,”

Y/n: “It involves fire”

Joseph: “Absolutely not”

-He slowly fell for your child-like charm, despite him stating he very much “hated” you.

--The confession

Joseph: “Have you ever liked someone, but you were to afraid to tell them?”

Y/n: “oh yeah, why?”

*silence*

Mary: *face palms* JUST KISS ALREADY I AM S I C K OF WATCHING THE TWO OF YOU IN THIS PITIFUL STATE

Joseph and y/n: *blushing furiously*

Luca Balsa

-Literally both of you head-slamed into each other, the first time you met. and it just went like

Luca: ouch!-

Y/n: OH FUCK-- sorry- *runs away*

Luca: wha-

Y/n: I LIKE YOUR OUTFIT BTW ITS BADASS!!

Luca: oh damn, they cool

- Met again, in the halls of the manor when Luca was testing out his new machinery, which you had complimented, plus points to you from luc

-Ya’ll became good friends after that,

-he would help you with whatever pranks you want to do and in exchange you would help him with his inventions

-encourages your shenanigans, and often gets involves in them to,

-pranks the hunters during matches

-sometimes the other survivors to

-YOU CANNOT IN ANYWAY UNCONVINCE ME THAT LUCA DOES NOT OWN A RAT >:((

-you found out about his pet rat and decided to adopt one from the cellar to

-Rat Buddies <33

-”Platonic flirting”

Luca: “Did it hurt?”

y/n: “what do you mean?”

Luca: “when you fell from heaven”

y/n: “no, but I scraped my knees crawling out of hell”

Luca: “you are literally so cool”

Y/n: bro...

Luca: bro..

-Both oblivious to each others feelings, LIKE JUST DATE ALREADY?!

-Confession probably went like, “you bro I think we’re in love” “holy shit I think we are”

[sunkendreams]

💳💥💳💥💳

Anything with peepaw being protective and a fucking simp for his S/O.

┊ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞-𝐢𝐬𝐡.

┊ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒) ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 ( 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐰 ) / 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

┊ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐰.

┊ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝟐,𝟔𝟕𝟓.

┊ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 ����𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐡𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐰, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

Michael watched you oftentimes, from dawn until dusk, a specter of unbridled vigilance. There were days where he dutifully followed you to work, days where he stood above you as you slept, unaware of his shadow. It was born from his crushing obsession with you, coupled with the burning desire to safeguard you from any sliver of harm, no matter how trivial.

There were times where his callousness might’ve intercepted things, but Michael was beginning to slip into some stupor when it came to you, enthralled by every little facet. You permeated his mind, every waking thought, so much to where he could smell you sometimes, even when you weren’t around.

Initially, your relationship with Michael was strenuous, and at times, it still was. Michael wasn’t soft nor sociable by any means, but he was endlessly possessive. It had taken him time to slightly warm up to the idea of being with you, and even then, the initial act of wanting you was an accident. He was oblivious to the glaring fact that he was mildly capable of love — his own twisted version of it, anyway.

As you pulled into your driveway, surrounded by a cool evening and brisk breeze, your gaze fluttered toward the curtains at your front window. His intimidating shape was barely visible from beneath the pale fabrics, ghostly countenance angled in your direction. You’d become very accustomed to Michael’s overzealous behavior, especially when it came to protection.

You understood his need to keep you safe, though Michael often took it to extremes. He was there even when he wasn’t, physically — you had an inkling that he was around nonetheless. A great part of you reveled in his defensiveness over you, and he was learning, but there were times where it terrified you.

As you slipped from your vehicle, backpack and purse in-hand, you stopped when you heard someone calling your name. Your neighbors were good people — unsuspecting and innocuous, but good. From the white-picket fence house to your left, a man came jogging over, waving at you simultaneously.

“Hey!” He was older, nearing Michael’s age, which is what sparked The Shape’s slew of jealousy when he first saw you interacting with him. Michael was convinced that this man had some ulterior motive with you. “I don’t mean to bother you, but did you get some decorations for Halloween?”

Curious, you canted your head to one side, suppressing a laugh. “No, I haven’t. Not recently, anyway. Why?” You had some nagging feeling that it had to do with Michael, but you feigned innocence, cheeky as ever.

“Oh. I thought I saw some mask hanging up in your front window! Good way to keep people out, I guess.” He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “I feel silly for asking, now. My wife thought the same thing.” He sighed, standing just on the edge of the pavement, back facing a row of thick shrubbery.

Your heart leaped into your throat when your neighbor moved just enough, enough to reveal Michael’s rigid figure standing just beyond the line of hedges. Color drained from your visage, accompanied with some twinge of worry, but he didn’t budge. Those black pits were honed in on you, and even from where you stood, his gaze burned right through you.

Forcing laughter, you nodded along, attempting to regain whatever composure you’d sacrificed to Michael’s sudden intrusion. “No, no. Maybe it’s just a reflection or something,” You hesitated. “Or you’re going off the deep end.” It was all to lighten the mood to ensure that you didn’t crack.

With a bemused chuckle, your neighbor shook his head, clutching at his chest in the process. “According to my wife, I’ve been off of the deep end for a long while.” He teased, shaking his head back and forth. “Well, I’m sorry for bothering you, especially after you just got home from work! You have a good night, now.” The exchange was cut there and then as he wandered back over toward his home, with Michael’s head trailing his movements.

“Yeah, have a good evening, Mr. Derrick.” You chimed, your smile undeniably weak, but he was too far away to fully see it, then.

Hanging your head, you forced yourself to relax, to breathe normally again. By the time you looked toward the tangled growth of shrubs, Michael was no longer there. Such actions never failed to make you shiver, and at one point, it filled you with an overwhelming dread, but not anymore.

You made it to your front door, unlocking it with your rusted key before shouldering your way inside. That door was something of a menace — you swore to get it fixed at some point. Surrounded by the comfortable darkness of your little dwelling, you didn’t see Michael anywhere. He wasn’t angry with you, was he?

Depositing your belongings onto the small bench beside the door, you shrugged off your jacket, gaze fluttering toward the corridor that led to your bedroom. You didn’t see him there, either. He was most definitely in your house, watching you within some shroud of darkness — this was typical behavior, and you expected it to last much longer than it did.

A hand grabbed you from your left side, from beneath the curtains. You weren’t expecting Michael to linger at the same place twice, a squeak emerging from you as his sudden presence stole the breath from your lungs. His heavier, husky breathing resonated from beneath the mask, a spot of light falling upon the scarred, glassy ocular.

“Michael,” You huffed, brows furrowing together. He emerged from the tangle of light fabrics, bumping right into you as he swarmed your space. This was somewhat unusual for him to press so close so quickly, but you didn’t exactly mind. Michael was an unpredictable man, someone who had to do things on his own terms.

Leathery, aged hands grasped at your hips with an adamant hold, forcing you closer until the two of you were chest to chest. It was unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome, and you reciprocated by gingerly resting your hand atop his sternum. Despite his age and grizzled appearance, Michael was just as lethal, if not more dangerous now than ever before — it was something to always keep in mind.

“You aren’t angry with me, are you?” For your own sanity, you needed to ask. Michael glowered down at you, though he didn’t outwardly express any discontent or frustration, which came as a relief. “Are you going to let me eat?” You mused, voice as soft as a feather as your lips twitched into a faint smile.

Begrudgingly, Michael relinquished his hold upon you then and there. Despite his innate possessiveness over you, he would’ve done anything for you — anything at all. He hadn’t made it glaringly obvious, but in his mind, he would crawl on his knees if you asked him to. On his own time and terms, of course. His jealousy was pitched high this night, searing through him like a fever.

You would never be with anyone else, and he knew this — but the thought alone was enough to enrage him. Michael wasn’t a spring chicken anymore, he was some sixty-three year old killer, nearly three times your own age. It was demoralizing, but he often kept such insecurities to himself.

As you slipped into the kitchen, Michael followed, watching you heat up some leftover lasagna you’d made the other night. He was never far from you, practically bound at the hip, especially after you’d just gotten home. You hummed and went about grabbing a fork, nearly bumping into him again, but this all happened to be commonplace — deep down, you loved his fierce attachment to you.

“Did you want any?” Gently nudging the full container of lasagna in Michael’s direction, there was a noticeable hesitance, a hint of suspicion. You’d only seen his face once before, albeit briefly, but that curiosity to see him fully would always be present. Michael knew your intentions were genuine, but he was always cautious anyway.

An abysmal silence fell between the two of — that was commonplace, too. Without any indication that he wanted some for himself, you shrugged, ravenously beginning to eat with Michael’s stare stuck to the back of your head. The cafeteria food served at work was enough to make your stomach turn, and so this four day-old lasagna sounded like some culinary masterpiece to you, and it tasted like one, too.

Quick to finish, you placed the dirty dish into the sink, filling it with a shallow portion of water. Again, Michael hovered over you, charting your every movement with subtle flickers of his eyes. “Did you want to watch a movie?” It happened to be your typical nighttime routine with him, but his gap of silence was unnaturally rigid this time around. “We don’t have to, Michael. Let me get dressed.”

Michael followed you to your bedroom.

At one point in time, you were rather shy about changing in front of him, and perhaps you still were, but it didn’t phase you like it used to. Tossing your clothes into the basket, you were nearly finished with putting on your pajamas, if one could even call it that. It was just a t-shirt, one massive enough for you to swim in as the soft fabric swept just above your knees.

Michael’s hefty shadow was poised within the doorway, his focus never removing itself from you. There was something about you that demanded his attention, kept him shackled and fixated. Admittedly, whatever you were wearing happened to evoke amatory feelings from him, but that wasn’t what he wanted — not tonight, at least. Instead, he crept closer, no longer standing at a distance.

Before you had an opportunity to turn around, those familiar arms had locked themselves around you, hauling you back against his chest. Your initial thoughts happened to be lewd — he wanted something from you. As he effortlessly heaved you in the direction of your mattress, you wondered if that was why he was so worked up.

He was often selfish whenever the two of you had sex, which had only happened twice as it stood. Michael was a baleful individual, filled with the desire to kill, and it occasionally intermingled itself into the bedroom. He was rough and unyielding, possessing a shocking amount of stamina for a man his age, not that you didn’t enjoy the domineering vigor that he exuded. However, whenever he did want it from you, it was harsh and unexpected, took you by some force.

Instead, Michael merely held you in his lap, which was arguably more befuddling given the docile nature of the gesture alone. You weren’t about to take his streak of serenity for granted, snuggling backwards until your head lolled against his shoulder. Whatever had gotten into him tonight, you were thoroughly enjoying it. Your lips parted to speak, acting decisively as you contemplated on what to say.

“You should do this more often.” You suggested, your tone of voice akin to a tender caress. You weren’t one to give direct commands to Michael, but gently suggesting that you liked when he did certain things often went better. His grip became snug as he pinned you to him, his other hand skirting underneath your shirt just enough for him to knead into your thigh.

With a grunt, Michael tensed up slightly when you kissed the jaw of his mask with a dopey smile, careening into his embrace with a hum of contentment. He couldn’t help but feel another overwhelming wave of possession, especially as you burrowed against him, your hand gently draping over his own.

Normally, he would’ve swatted you away with irritation, but he wasn’t in the mood to do so. Your affectionate gesture left him wistful, yearning for a little more of your touch, but simultaneously wishing for none of it. Michael was so very unaccustomed to this, to wanting someone all to himself. He equated you to something he owned — his blade or his mask, perhaps. His.

To many, this would be a very crude way of expressing adoration, but this was Michael Myers, after all — there was nothing arcadian about him. You never expressed any distaste toward his behavior — it was something you enjoyed, no matter how outlandish or macabre it might’ve seemed.

With a gentle exhale, you moved again, getting comfortable within his lap and atop the muscles of his thighs. His calloused palm squeezed into the swell of your hip, clamping down upon the fabric of your nightshirt. It was a pleasant quiet, calmed by Michael’s breathing and your little hums and exhaling.

“Michael,” You whispered, your tone intentionally hushed, as if the two of you were conspiring. “Hey,” Emboldened, your fingers gently graced the curve of his masked jaw, caressing it as if it were his true flesh. Your saccharine utterance demanded his full attention without dominance, a compassionate look about you. He made so many exceptions when it came to you, he realized.

Those void-like pits would shift with the tilt of his head, his focus adjusting from his own thoughts to you directly. A flutter of light graced him, filling those black gaps enough to where his eyes were visible — a chilling cerulean, save for the left, milky and glazed with a permanent scar. It was nothing short of intense, enough to make your stomach churn with a swell of anticipation.

Swallowing hard, you forced yourself to push out the words instead of being paralyzed underneath his scrutinizing glower. Your heart thrummed the longer he stared at you. “You know I’m yours, right?” Maybe he needed to hear this — that would reassure him, wouldn’t it? “You know that.” You insisted, the pads of your digits languidly tracing over his jaw and cheek, feeling his breathing hitch momentarily.

Sometimes, he needed to hear it from you, let such a proclamation hang between the two of you as he absorbed it all with a tightening chest. Michael’s ugly streak of jealousy often reared its head whenever he saw you with someone else, but it was silenced whenever you made some confirmation like this. It was always effective, always captured Michael completely — you had a way of doing that often.

Michael would never verbally state that he was yours, never in a thousand lifetimes — but the confirmation was certainly present within the recesses of his mind. Oh, he would do anything for you, especially with that doe-like look within your eyes, the adoring gaze that only a lover could offer. His hand ceased against your thigh, drifting upward until it lingered around your throat, roughened digits tensing around the slender muscles.

Taking his meticulous action as a sign of understanding, you shuddered, goosebumps breaking out all along your spine as he held your throat. Michael wanted to see the brief twinge of fear within your face — he wanted to know that you still saw him as dangerous, despite his grasp signaling otherwise. His satisfaction was immediate when he added a lick of pressure. You truly trusted him, it seemed.

A resonant rumble sounded from him, his grasp slacking just enough for your pang of terror to ebb away, smoothed over by the tracing of his thumb against your jawline, the same thing you’d done to him. Silently, he moved his face toward the crook of your neck, partially obscured by the angle in which you sat, but his hand remained poised upon the side of your neck, digits curling toward your nape.

Maneuvering the mask up just enough, silvery stubble scratching against your silken flesh, you could feel his mouth gingerly press to your jugular, above the pulsating flow of blood and racing of your heart. Feeling you quiver against him, accompanied by the scarlet blush that flooded across your pretty skin, Michael was enamored — he was ensnared. There was nothing sweeter than you, nothing sweeter than to drown within your presence.

Oh, he would do anything for you.

[stabbymikey]

Bestie I'm here to request HC'S with Michael (Peepaw) & Thomas having a clumsy s/o who also talks a lot about random shit at like 4am? I never sleep when I'm supposed to so I just have these weird energy boosts 🕴🕴

And by clumsy I mean- dropping my fucking phone all the time, losing shit all the time, tripping over nothing, etc.

Okay tyty i tried my best on this! I hope you like it <333

it is kinda short so i hope it doesn’t suck

side note - i really need to re watch all the Halloween movies its been a while--

@joelsgeetar

Peepaw 

Michael having a clumsy would be chaotic, if you knock into a table and break something he wouldn't even be phased considering it's probably a normal thing by now. 

All he’s thinking is that he is not cleaning the mess up you made.

If he sees you before you're about to trip or knock something over he’d try and catch you or the object before it happens. 

Especially if it's your phone or an object you're attached to.

He knows by now that you hate breaking stuff you like, especially when you have to pay to get it fixed.

Now as for staying up till 4AM, he wouldn't really care. He rarely gets any sleep so you rambling about random stuff at 4AM wouldn't necessarily bother him.

He's normally just laying next to you staring up at the ceiling at that time.

Safe to say you both can’t sleep for shit.

He would probably cuddle/hold you while you're rambling hoping that you can get to sleep soon (mainly because hes tired and youve been rambling for a while), but its mainly because he knows you’re going to be extremly tired when you wake up

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas would want you to be careful around the house knowing that you're a clumsy person. 

He wants to make sure your not going to accidentally hurt yourself

He would 100% somewhat scold you when you're on your phone not paying attention to your surroundings.

One of the other things that worries him is if Hoyt sees you break something he will yell at you. (even if Hoyt doesn't give a shit about the object. He’s just a dick who wants to yell at you)

Tommy would also try to catch you before you trip or if you drop an object, he wants to make sure his s/o is safe and sound.

Since you are clumsy he probably wouldn't want you down in the basement with him since there is stuff in there that could potentially hurt you. (and he just doesn’t want you to see all the nasty stuff down there)

Now if you're up at 4AM Thomas is going to try and get you to go to sleep since he knows you’ll be tired when you wake up.

Obviously not everything works so he will most likely end up holding you listening to your little rambles.

He would probably be extremely tired but he would still listen very carefully to what you're talking about.

[journey-to-the-attic]

GIRL (gender neutral) HELP IM GOING INSANE AT THE IDEA OF XIAO BEING SUMMONED TO FIGHT OFF BELPHIE

the brothers just being like "what the fu-" before xiao goes absolutely feral and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

after belphie gets his head stomped in, xiao tries to go after the other brothers and ik has to forcibly stop him (which is surprisingly hard considering he's so small [5'3])

the other brothers are in Fear bc this tiny little man, just barely taller than ik, kicked the ass of one of the strongest demons in the devildom, and although lucifer, mammon and maybe levi might (BIG might, false safety) not have much to worry about, the others most definitely do

they have to literally prove to him that they mean no harm to ik and even then it takes a hell of a lot of convincing from ik and wAIT WHAT ARE THOSE MARKS ON YOUR ARM-

just. give me xiao in the obey me universe with precisely 0 clue whats happening but he sees a demon attacking his tiny human and says "the fuck you will"

worse, he tells peepaw zhongli who is more than ready to take up the spear again bc nobody touches his seelie grandkid, gnosis be damned

sincerely, an anon who has xiao and zhongli as comfort characters

belphie hears someone yell "LAMENT" and next thing he knows he's waking up in bed with a massive lump in his head. immediately upon sitting up he hears "I WILL HAVE ORDER" and the only thing that stops zhongli from actually dropping the meteor he's summoning on him is ik punching him in the arm

xiao will slap his mask on and start throwing hands as soon as any of the brothers get anywhere near him, ik, or zhongli - who himself is not much better, because he keeps turning into a dragon every time he lays eyes on belphie and threatening to squish him

lucifer's having a crisis because this tiny man might just be able to kill him??? and this other man who can turn into a DRAGON would DEFINITELY be able to kill him?? poor guy gets taken down a good few pegs because neither zhongli nor xiao tolerate his usual 'i am in charge and you all will listen to me' attitude. ik's just happy to see some familiar faces from liyue down here in the devildom :D