#what the fugk is that thing

[euclydya]

Legit everyone's asleep except me and the stupid fucking triangle somebody help me

[okcoolthanks]

WHAAAAAAT THE FUCKKKKKK

[ahogedetective]

He gave a satisfied smile when Ya agreed to escorting Monotaro. "Indeed... a lot of his actions just seem so odd, with no rhyme or rhythm. Yeah...that"s why I'm beginning to think there may be more to this that meets the eye... oh-" He lets out a small noise when Monotaro slips out of his grasp. But seeing him tug on both their sleeves, couldn't help but make him chuckle. It was surprisingly super cute... "Well, now. Looks like someone has perked up. Ahaha; yeah, I'm ready. Let's get going."

With that, he begins walking alongside the two while readying his flashlight as well. As they're walking, he's quitely and carefully glancing about while the bear listens for any noises. Even if he's positive the demon is not on this floor, anymore, he still wanted to be careful, just in case... Then.... that's when.... "-!" Shuichi saw that glimpse of fire as well, also coming to an alarmed stop.

"D.... ! Did you guys see that? Was that...a speck of fire? Not to mention, it was situated far too high in the air for it to possibly be Monokuma playing a prank on us, again." Peering his flashlight further down as much ass possible, his eyes widen further when seeing that the room he just have disappeared into, was the data processing room. "The...data processing room? Why... did he go in there? I thought the last thing he would do is stay on the very floor with all of us on it. And... could that have been..."

Though when glancing at Monotaro's terrified reaction, he didn't think he needed to take a guess at if that was their guy or not. "...That was him, wasn't it, Monotaro..." He kneels down to rub the bear's back. "Calm down...he won't hurt you, I promise. Hey, Yuma...let's hurry and bring Monotaro to the stairs, then head straight to that room. If that was him, then we'll have him cornered...!"

Yuma nods at the question, more than happy to help the little teddy bear. Even if he's still not quite sure what to think about him and the other bears, it just wouldn't sit right with him to let the tiny cub fend for himself.

"Well, this 'demon' doesn't seem as if he'll stop anytime soon. If anything, I feel as if he's getting even more bold. Clearly he has no qualms with what he just did with Monotaro. We agree that he wasn't going to hurt him, but what was the point in just leaving him wrapped up in the principal's office? Either this 'demon' has some odd sense of humor or there's something we're just not getting. Even with the eccentric students that attend this school, I just can't imagine one of them would do something like this for so long with so little gain..."

He snaps out of his thoughts as the little cub wiggles out of his senpai's grasp and gently starts tugging on both of their sleeves. It seems Monotaro has perked up quite a bit knowing the two will keep him safe from the 'demon'.

"Right. Are you ready for our little escort mission, Senpai?" He goes over to the door as the tiny cub easily keeps pace, Yuma readying his flashlight as Monotaro hops up, opens the door, and stares at the two, the tiny cub getting antsy as he stomps his little feet.

Yuma can't help but chuckle at the display, finding the cub's pouting to be quite cute. While Yuma hopes that Monokuma will indeed be waiting for his son on one of the lower floors, he doesn't exactly have much faith in the more mischievous bear being so kind. If anything, Yuma at least hopes that Monotaro will keep to his word and not wander around the school at night, although something tells him the fear of potentially being caught by the 'demon' again will deter the little teddy bear.

Once everyone is ready, Yuma peeks out into the hallway while Monotaro bravely takes a few steps out, his little ears twitching like crazy as he listens for any other noises. Monotaro proceeds to lead the way as they make their way down the hallway and turn the corner, the stairs leading down to the third floor now visible at the far end of the hallway.

However, any excited remarks Monotaro would have had are cut short as something moves between them and the staircase, Yuma stopping in his tracks as he just barely catches a glimpse of a small ball of fire before it disappeared into the adjacent hallway. While he recalls getting tricked by Monokuma's red eye, in no way could it be him as this one was easily over five feet in the air. Unless Monokuma was standing on a ladder, there's no way he could have done that...

creeeeak...

click

Monotaro trembles as he listens to the sounds of a door quietly opening and then just as quickly closing, the poor cub frozen in place as he looks towards the hallway that leads to the data processing room. That had been the same thing that Monotaro had caught a glimpse of before being bearnapped...!

[peekychu]

Stimboards are a deeply important art form for me. Idk what it is, maybe it’s the trend budding on tumblr at the exact time I began to embrace neurodiversity? Maybe it’s my love for organizing pretty things into colors? It’s so fucking aewsome that this website allows you to make a collage out of moving pictures. I fugking love stimboards they’re so cool

[leglessstreetlights]

it happened broskis!! i'm 17 now!! and life is a hellscape :DDDDD

genuinely though, i need to take a moment to look back on the past year and thank the rottmnt fandom for everything it's brought to my life, and all the joy it continues to bring. i joined the fandom sometime in december after seeing a meme, and that led me down a whole fuckin rabbit hole. i had no idea that i would get to meet the most wonderful people, and have the chance to improve my art skills and writing skills in a community that is so earnestly friendly and such a safe space for me. i have no intentions of stopping contributing to it any time soon, but it feels amazing to know that i'll always have this space to think back on as a warm memory in the future.

everyone here is so kind, and creative, and it really helped me in a time where my mental health was fucking terrible and the only thing that helped was drawing fugking turgles sduyfgkusdyfhasdifukh i love you all, i cherish your friendships, whether i know you through discord, or on here, or if i've never spoken to you before, but you've enjoyed the things i've made, you're amazing and i love you

(special shout-outs to my besties, bc y'all made me feel so welcome here and i never would have imagined being able to do this shit w/o y'all: @shittygaypornmagazine @teainthesnow @intotheelliwoods @beeceit @thetacoshellturtle @last-hourglass @dandylovesturtles @cartoonhostage and coral but idk what coral's tumblr is lmao, and anyone else in the discord i'm forgetting rn bc i have a terrible damn memory, but ily anyways, y'all are great and i'm so fugking glad i met u <33333)

also also, i've never talked to them before directly but @wraenata you are an angel and i would die for you and so would every other artist here, we love you, we cherish you, you're the favorite Person <33333

[lordoftablecloths]

Exiles

(Keep scrolling for the LORE)

Exiled and forced to roam the unforgiving and twisted woods, figures draped in charcoal-black shawls cover their face and prowl through the underbrush. An arsenal of blades always at their disposal, who knows what they're up to, hiding between the columns of trees. May mercy filter through the dense canopy and between forgotten branches upon you should you find yourself confronting one of them. Years spent rummaging through weeds and fauna changes a person, and only little remains of one trapped in Faux Forest, where nothing that enters can crawl its way back out.

Wait! Theres more!

Their main way of surviving is selling pelts and trading it for resources they wouldnt find elsewhere, like certain food items and metal. Of course, where there is demand, there must be supply, so with the existence and awkwardly growing belief of using human parts medicinally, they dont often hesitate to scavenge what parts they can from people they come across in the woods.

Do said people in the forest have to be dead first?

NOPE- like, these people have been thrown out of society (a lot of them wrongly accused) so they've lost a lot of remorse for people outside of their situation. Besides, their lives have been brought down to just barely scraping by and having to try and survive the dangers of the forest. A person goes a little insane after too much of that.

Do they live in groups?

Most of them live in groups because strength in numbers and stuff. But others- for reasons like what they were exiled for and their backstory- are more of the lone wolf types. Oh, and they dont usually live in cabins. They more often have little treehouses/those raised hunting outpost things that they stay in.

What would be some examples of reasons why they're exiled?

Accusations of performing dark magic, murder, depravity/degeneracy, and anything that is shunned enough to make you a criminal, but not bad enough for you to face the gallows and face punishment then and there.

Thanks @/v4mpirism on Pixilart for prompting my rambling >:)

Not so subtly inspired by the "poachers" from The Grace Year (FUGKING AWESOME BOOK YOU SHOULD READ IT RIGHT NOW)

Augh now for the tags

[ahogedetective]

Amai being just as happy to see him made Shuichi's smile brighten all the more. "I'm positive. Ah, you think so? T-Then yes please...!" Extending a hand, Shuichi gives the tiny bunny careful, gentle pets. "Oh my goodness...she's so soft. Hi, little one..." He coos, smile softening as he pets her more. And the fact she was letting him pet her does make him happy... and if this poor baby really was abandoned, it made him feel even deeper contempt for the previous owners who would do such a thing. On the other hand, however, it's for the best the bunny is not with such awful people anymore, if it was abandoned; it's with a much kinder person like Amai..

"I see... and honestly, I think she would be just as happy if you do keep her. I mean, look at how comfortable she already is in your arms! But that's true, it'd be best to verify for sure she did not belong to anyone or is a lost pet." Then at Amai's question, he gives a reassuring shake of his head as he gently cups one of their shoulders.

"It's not selfish at all. Like you said, it would make you very happy to have her... so hoping that you can adopt, is a very valid feeling. I can already tell you would be such a great owner to her. So honestly, I hope that you will be able to adopt her, too!"

@ahogedetective continued from here (x)

The moment that Amai sees Shuichi, they’re just as happy as they were when they found the bunny. Getting to spend time with the detective has quickly become a treat for them that they enjoyed nearly everyday, only really made sweeter with the encounter with their new, little friend. 

“Hehe, yeah, yeah! It’s suuuuper surprising to see Shu-chan, but Amai is super super happy about it, too!” They smile brightly at the sight of him gazing at the sweet little thing with such a bright expression. “You think so though? Hehe, you’re sweet. Here, you can pet her if you wanna. She’s super super friendly, so she’ll probably let you.” 

She would, really. The fact that she was so friendly made them wonder, though they weren’t going to bring up the possibility aloud, not wanting to believe it either. Who could ever do that to something so sweet? It was unthinkable to Amai. Though, at the question, they have to think for a moment as they pet her soft fur. 

“Hm… Amai was thinking about it… she’s so precious… Amai would be really happy to have her. Though… gotta check with the vet to make sure that she doesn’t have a chip and just accidentally got away.” They hum. “Though… it’s not selfish to hope that Amai can adopt her, right?” 

[ahogedetective]

what if theyre shopping together and iako keeps dragging the cart back into the dog section to look at toys and collars what then would u still love her

KJNDSKNJDKSNJDKS PLEAS E. FUGKING: Shuichi turning his attention away from the cart so he can look at the products on the shelves and next thing he knows, the cart is gone!! He knows exactly where she keeps dragging it to!!

OF COURSE HE'D STILL LOVE HER..... JUST imagine him grabbing one of the dog toys and playfully bonking her on the head with it while whispering into her ear: 'If you be a good girl and shop with me, we can come back here in the end and you can get whatever you want, I promise.'

Like gee golly look at this cute n happy couple that are so excited to buy things for their pet dog that they totally own!!!!!!!!!! 😁😁😁

[crabussy]

yoooo guess who lost a close friend because I asked her not to make fun of my autistic brothers special interests behind his back and she instantly accused me of gaslighting (then accused me of blowing up at her when I calmly stated that made me upset and I wouldn’t gaslight because that would make me a bad person and a shitty friend) and said that I was “clearly angry at (her) and thinks (she’s) a terrible person” even though I!! explicitly stated!! multiple times!!!!! that I wasn’t angry with her and just wanted to discuss this so that she knows my boundaries and so that we’re on the same page!!! because she’s a good friend who I value dearly and I want her to understand how this made me feel so that we can move forward!!!!!!!!! ok!!

[c4rr10n]

ok i’ve been thinking about my potential conflict of interest situation and i’ve come to the conclusion that on tuesday i’m just gonna ask him if he remembers what he said (lol). and i haven’t decided for sure yet but i’ll either ask him if he was flirting and if so to what degree, like idk if it was purely casual or like... does he actually want me to call him??? like is exchanging contact info something he’s genuinely interested in? OR i’ll be coy about it and say that surely, he meant it in purely clinical context, a totally normal patient-nurse kind of exchange, and that of course he’d never intentionally engage in a conflict of interest tort. and then maybe make a joke about house calls skdgsdjgshdjgsld 

[hockeynoses]

'cause I’m bluffin’ with my muffin (Ste/ddie snzfic)

Summary: Steve’s got a really bad cold, but he promised he’d make some muffins for the Hellfire club meeting tomorrow. Things do not go as planned, and Eddie has to convince him to go back to bed.

Warnings: Contagion (Kind of, but not really. There’s a threat of it that does not actually happen). Mess. Like 2 instances of coughing. What else can I say? It’s gross!  I can’t even tell what’s gross anymore, honestly.

Rating: There is no funny business in this one.  2.6k.

Notes: This was partially inspired by @hitchhoney’s fic about Joyce and the bake sale. AND the lovely fic she wrote about Scoops Steve for my Anon request. 💖

The title is from Poker Face. I couldn’t resist. Plus I like that there’s a slight double meaning about like, denial, etc. 😆

---

Steve is puttering around their apartment, bored out of his skull. Eddie is still at work, but will be back in half an hour or so. He had told him to get some rest, and for the most part, Steve had done that. He could hardly do much else. This cold is kicking his ass, and he feels like shit. He’s been lying around all day, in the bed or on the couch, in his sweatpants and hoodie, going through tissue after tissue. He hates feeling unproductive and is fed up with it. He doesn’t want to waste anymore of the day.

When they’d had their last Hellfire meeting two weeks ago, he had promised the kids he’d make more blueberry muffins – one of the few recipes he could successfully replicate that his mom taught him. He had bought all the ingredients ahead of time, before he came down with the cold from hell.

He doesn’t even know if it’s a good idea to bake in his state. His sneezes are so strong and unpredictable that he barely manages to cover half the time when he’s at home. Part of him wonders if Eddie would even allow him to come this weekend. He could see the other man forcing him to stay home for his own good, and for the health of the others. Steve never joined in on the gameplay anyway, he would just watch, be on snack duty, and provide commentary every so often.

If Eddie is going to banish him from the club this weekend, the least he can do is still make the muffins so the kids won’t be disappointed. Determined now, he blows his nose in the hopes of clearing it out for a sustainable length of time, grabs the box of tissues he knows he’ll need, and brings it into the kitchen with him. He starts collecting ingredients from the pantry, setting them on the counter.

Before he can even get started, he has to turn and smother a harsh sneeze into his elbow. Frustrated, he grabs a tissue from the box he’d placed nearby. He’d had it under his arm all day, needing to carry it with him when he moved from room to room. Now, he presses the cotton to his streaming nose, giving a few soft blows and wiping up the clear liquid that was running down his cupid’s bow. Not for the first time that day, he wishes he felt less disgusting.

“Ogkay,” he says to himself, keeping the tissue held to his dripping nose, “I cad do this.” He gets out a mixing bowl and washes his hands in an attempt to keep things somewhat sanitary.

To his credit, he’s able to get the batter mixed together and poured into the muffin tin without incident, seemingly by sheer force of will.  He’s just about ready to throw them in the oven when he feels another tickle take hold deep in his sinuses, thankfully with enough warning for him to grab a tissue and cover. “ihhh-RIISSHHHHoo! Huh-GSSHHHHuu!

The tissue stays put around his nose, soaking through to his hands with the amount of gunk coming out. He pulls the kleenex back from his face, tethered by a mess of clear snot. Knowing that particular tissue wouldn’t be of any further use, he wipes it off as best he can and grabs another one, giving a loud, gurgling blow into it.

“Ughhh, fugk this cold. This is fugging biserable.  ha-ESSHHH! ISSHHH! ehh-TTIIISHHH! Ohhh by god,” he moans, so fucking frustrated and exhausted. He just wants to be back to normal and make some food for his friends, is that too much to ask?

He mops his face up with the full tissue, tossing it into the trash. He’s going to finish this if it kills him. All he has to do now is get it in the pan and throw it in the oven. Luckily, his nose gives him a break and behaves long enough for that to happen. Giving a sigh of relief, he hopes it’ll all be worth it. He doubts anyone will want to eat these anyway; he’s like a walking plague rat.

A feeling of accomplishment settles into him as he surveys the dirty dishes cluttering the kitchen counter, deciding where he should start with the clean-up process.

Just then, he hears Eddie’s keys jingle in the door. “Honey, I’m home!” he quips.

“Ind here!” Steve says, trying to sound as chipper and healthy as possible. Eddie steps into the main room and sees him in the kitchen.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” he asks, coming over to rub Steve’s back in a quick greeting.

Steve has to give a deep sniff before he responds, “Umb… pretty good.” He knuckles at his nose.

“Good enough to be baking, I see,” Eddie eyes the messy kitchen warily.

“Yeah, I told the kids I’d mbake the blueberry muffin’ds agaid, so…” he waves to the disastrous kitchen that he really needs to clean up. “I just pud theb in the oved.” He gives another productive sniff, wiping his nose on the back of his hand.

“Are you sure those are going to be safe to eat?” Eddie asks, pointedly looking at Steve’s pink, dripping nose.

“Of course! Why-heh – why wouldn’d they be-heee heh-RRSSSHAAH!” He manages to cover about half of the spray, catching it in the large oven mitt he was still wearing. Eddie eyes him with a quirked brow.

“Well, we’re definitely going to have to wash that now.”

“KSSSHH!” This time Steve muffles the sneeze by pressing the oven mitt completely over the lower half of his face. “Oobs…” He glances at Eddie and wipes up the bit of mess that escaped onto the thick fabric.

Eddie sighs. “That’s going straight in the hamper.” Steve nods in acquiescence. “I thought I told you to rest today. What are you doing out of bed?”

“I’b so tired of fugging staying in bed, and I just – ha-KISHHT! I wadted to mbake these. I’b tired of dot gedding anythigg done. Kk’RIISSSH!” This one captured in his cupped hand, which he then wipes on the leg of his sweatpants.

“Steve, no one’s expecting you to get a bunch of shit done when you’re sick,” Eddie says, walking over to him. “You’re allowed to rest.” He pulls him into a hug and Steve presses his face into the crook of his neck.

“I got bored… and I’m dot used to doigg dnothing,” he says, snuffling into Eddie’s skin.

“I know; You’re probably going stir-crazy by now,” says Eddie, cupping the back of his head. “Why don’t you go sit on the couch and I’ll make you some tea?  Did you have dinner yet?”

“I’b dot hungry,” he says petulantly, pulling up the collar of his shirt to cover a wet, “heh-AEESSSHOO!” Eddie looks at him in sympathy.

“Okay, Mr. Tough Guy, I’m still gonna make you eat. I’ll warm up some soup in a bit, but let me get you that tea first,” he says, shooing him off towards the couch.

“SNFF. Fin’d.” Steve heads to his favorite corner of the couch, wrapping himself in a throw blanket. A few minutes later, Eddie comes over with his tea, sitting next to him and handing him the warm mug.

“Your muffins smell good, at least. Hopefully they’re not infected with too many of your germs,” Eddie jokes.

“I can’d prombise anythigg,” Steve says, taking a sip of his tea. He loves that Eddie always puts honey in it for him. The steam tickles his nose, and before he knows it, he’s bracing himself for another round of sneezes, nose twitching irritably. Eddie hears his breath start to hitch and grabs some tissues from the box that he brought from the kitchen.

Seeing that Steve’s still holding his mug and won’t have time to put it down without spilling it, he says, “Here, let me,” and folds the bundle against Steve’s running nose.

Steve doesn’t have time to thank him, breath hitching and eyes fluttering shut. “hih…ah… ah’HEETCCCHHoo! hih’GKSHHHuh! Uh…huh…oh god… HIH’RESSSHHHah! Eddie holds the cotton firm against his face, feeling the mess seeping through the layers.

He eyes Steve and asks, “You done?”

“Uh huh…SNFF… I thigg so,” Steve answers, his eyes tired and heavy-lidded. Eddie mops up the mess still clinging to his nostrils and tosses the used wad away. “Thaggs. Snrk!”

“Anytime,” Eddie looks at him, eyes sparkling with amusement. They sit there chatting about Eddie’s day while Steve finishes his tea and waits for the timer to tick down to zero. Eventually it chimes, and he tosses the blanket off of him, saying, “I god id.”

He heads to the kitchen, grabbing a mismatched oven mitt to replace the one he contaminated earlier. He opens the oven and stands back to try and avoid the wave of heat that escapes. He leans in and takes the muffins out of the oven, turning to set them on the cooling rack. Unfortunately, the hot air from the oven tickles his overly-sensitive nose, as he’d feared.

He’s halfway to the cooling rack, both hands holding the hot pan, when a deep tickle rears its head. His breath starts to hitch- “N-no…uh…s-shit…dot dow…heh…HA’ESSSHHHUH! HA’RSSSHHOO!  KK’ZCHHCHH!” To his dismay and utter embarrassment, all three huge sneezes spray directly over and onto the freshly baked pan of blueberry muffins. “M-motherfucker! Ha-KSSSHHHah!”

He’s finally able to set the pan down on the rack, shaking the oven mitts off and turning away from the counter to sneeze into his hands, “hih-KSSSHTT! HEH’RIISSHO! ESSSH! Ha-ISSSHHah!” He pulls back and sees his hands covered in mess. Why was this his life?  He grabs a paper towel and hazards a glance at Eddie.

The other man is looking over from the couch, eyebrows raised in shock at the scene in front of him. He says, “I…cannot legally allow you to serve those to other people.”

“snrk! I kdow,” he says, resigned. “Sond of a bitch, I just-” he breaks off, interrupted by a barking, chesty cough that he smothers into his elbow. He’s bent over, dizzy with it. When he comes up for air, there are tears dusting his eyelashes and Eddie has hurried back into the kitchen.

“Hey, take it easy,” he says. “You look like you’re about to fall over.” Eddie brings him into his arms and Steve sags his weight against him.

He gives a wet-sounding sniffle, saying, “I do feel a little lightheaded.” He brings up his shirt to cover his face again. “heh-ITTCHH! Guh. I should probably eat, bud I dod’t have buch of an apped’ide.”

Eddie rubs his back and says, “Why don’t you go lay down, and I’ll heat us up some soup. We can have dinner in bed. It’ll be cute and not pathetic at all.” He pulls back and gives Steve a teasing smile.

“SNF! Ogkay,” Steve says, wiping his nose on the back of his hand.

“You gonna make it down the hall without me?” Eddie asks, half joking but also concerned after his display.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fin’d,” Steve says as he heads down towards their bedroom.

He’s laying in bed, face half mushed into the pillow when Eddie walks in holding two bowls.

“There you go, sire,” he says, handing Steve’s soup to him with a flourish. Steve sits up, accepting it gingerly, and Eddie joins him on the bed. “Chicken noodle, since I doubt you’d be willing to choke down anything else at this point.”

“Yeah, d’no, this is good.” He swallows a spoonful, the warm liquid soothing his scratchy throat. He eats slow, not wanting to upset his empty stomach.

Eddie keeps an eye on him, saying, “I want you to eat it all. You’ve gotta keep your strength up.” He gives Steve’s knee a little squeeze where it’s buried under the covers.

Steve manages to finish his bowl without any interruptions. Eating hot foods always makes his nose run, though, so by the time he sets his bowl on the nightstand his nose is streaming and there’s a fair amount of congestion built up. 

He grabs three tissues from the box next to him, knowing this is going to be messy, and takes a deep breath. He used to be too embarrassed to do this in front of Eddie, but now he knows the other man doesn’t mind. He blows his nose with a loud crackling sound, the shifting gunk in his head catching in his throat and causing a chesty, phlegmy cough to rattle out of him. While still in the throes of his coughing fit, his traitorous nose explodes with a “heh-ETSSSHHuh! Ha-AEETCCHHHoo!” The sneezes scrape against his throat, causing him to follow them with a couple lingering wet coughs into the destroyed tissue.

Eddie looks at him in sympathy while he stills and catches his breath after that horrendous bout. “Jesus, are you okay, babe?” he asks, rubbing Steve’s back.

Steve groans, saying, “Dno. I jusd wand this to be over. SNF!”

“I know,” Eddie says, frowning, hand warm on the back of Steve’s neck. “Give it a couple days and things will turn around.”

“ha-EETSSCCHH! Ugh. I’b choosing to believe you,” Steve’s tired eyes look at Eddie over the fresh clump of tissues covering his face.

“I think I’m going to make an executive decision and say I can’t let you come to Hellfire tomorrow,” he says, smoothing Steve’s hair back from his forehead. “I’ll have to make it up to you somehow.”

“snf. Dot your fault,” Steve says.

“I know, but I hate seeing you so miserable.”

“I’b just glad you’re here,” Steve says, feeling self-conscious yet grateful for all the attention.

“No place I’d rather be,” says Eddie, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

A while later, they’re settled in bed, Eddie’s sitting up, reading to him from the latest fantasy novel he’s intrenched in. Steve is laying down, his face snuggled into the side of Eddie’s hip. Things are quiet for a time, the soft lull of Eddie’s voice filling the air, interrupted every so often by a snuffle from Steve, muffled into his hip.

Then – “heh…ah…hih’ESSSHH! Hih’GSSHHuh! Hih-heh-” Eddie reaches over, grabbing him a tissue from the bedside table and handing it to him. “hih-KRSSH! Ha-gkXXT! Ugh. Thaggs.” He starts to blow his nose, the thick congestion halfway cleared when it’s forced out by another, “huh-GSSHHHEH! snRK. Sorry,” he says to Eddie, wiping some spray off his sweatpants.

Eddie reaches down to scratch his fingers through his hair, “Nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart.”

Steve gives another clogged sniff, nuzzling the bridge of his nose into the sliver of Eddie’s exposed skin between his shirt and the waistband of his pants. “Mmm. Keep reading.”

“What’s the magic word?”

“ha-ERSSHOO! snFF. Please?” Eddie just smiles at him and picks up where he left off.

 ---

The following night, at Hellfire club:

“I’m sorry to inform you all, but Steve the Snack-Bringer will not be joining us this eve,” Eddie says, entering the Wheeler’s basement, arms laden with his D&D supplies.

“Why not? Where is he?” Dustin asks.

“He’s sick as a dog,” Eddie explains, setting up his DM screen. “Got a really bad head cold.” He frowns for effect.

“Aw man! He was gonna bring us more of those muffins too,” Mike says.

“He tried,” says Eddie. “They were a biohazard by the time he was done with them. Trust me, I saved you from a world of pain.”

“Ew,” says Erica with a grimace.

“’Ew’ indeed,” Eddie laments. “Hopefully he’ll be back to normal for the next meeting. If he lets himself rest like he should.”

[dr-ground-zero]

hi! i love your messy scenarios 🤤 can i request another messy sex scenario? specifically with a really messy cold being shared between a couple

sure thing Nonny ^-^

"guh uh fugk babe you're already such a fuckig sdot bmodster" B giggles congestedly before kissing A who just sneezed a large amount of snot at B's face. Its connected to them in ropes, cords, and webs. A smiles and kissing back once B's lips pushed up against theirs. Noses red and dripping are pressed together, brushing up against each other. Feeling the dampness run down their lips.

A gets an idea and pulls away before reaching over to their nightstand containing lots of cough drops. They unwrap it and put it in their mouth. "Dis should helb your sore throat baby" A starts up the kiss and B knows what A meant by that. Opening their mouth, B feel's A's tongue push the cough drop into their mouth. They continue to swap the lemon flavored lozenge between their lips and tongue swapping germs but. They can hardly breath between kisses and trying to breath through their noses causes more snot to run down bubbling out and sticking to each other's faces.

Pulling away B swallows what's left of the dissolved cough drop while panting softly for air. A pushes B up against the pillows, they reach for their face, caressing it gently and moving to rub their fingers against B's tender nose. Even though A is being so gentle and ginger in their touch. Its enough to cause B's nose to feel a tickle. Flaring widely, A has a perfect view of B's trembling nostrils. A uses their other hand to push B's nose up exposing the inside of B's nose. Its so full of snot its visible, the wet thick slimy mucus is spider webbed out and oozing inside the swollen sensitive caves. A uses their thumb to rub up and down B's septum and nostrils. Tracing and massaging the appendage. B can feel the pressure of the sneeze building up as well as the congestion squelching and squishing around inside their nose. Their jaw goes slack, lips partly open as they start to hitch towards their release. Nostrils flaring wider and wider, A bites their lip as they induce B. Fingers damp from the snot coming out, A loves feeling B's nose quiver and threaten to burst its bubbling snot out at them. A knows that B's nose is full especially since they also have this cold. Well actually A is catching B's cold, A is helping B give them their cold. "heh heeh heehhh! Heh heeh HEh! Heh!" B's chest rises and rises and rises! They're so close, their nose is leaking so much, its streaming!

[goodlucksnez]

Snzfucker X H/awks Holiday fic

I am most likely going to record an er/asermic holiday wav!

All Characters are 21+ Minors no not interact.

Summery: Hawks helping Y/N decorate but the dusty decorations are getting to him. sorry it is short im bad at writing

As you were lifting the Christmas tree box up the stairs from the basement you couldn’t help but notice as the box seem to almost instantly become lighter. Your eyes trained on the red feather on the other end. You chuckled as you cross the threshold into the bottom layer of the combined apartment with a Pro Hero Hawks.

You have been dating this silly bird for almost a year now and still finding out new things about him every day. As you rounded the corner you saw the Pro sitting on the couch having the box hover in the corner of the living room. He looks to you a cocky grin spreading across his face, he chuckled to himself silently before his voice rang out. “Hey baby bird can help but notice you need a little help there.”

 As you made your way over to the couch and laid on it dramatically, Hawks couldn’t help but laugh out loud as the red feather put the box down then returning to his prominent red wings.

 “Is my little chickadee tired don’t worry doll I can help you set up the holiday celebrations.”

 As you smirked and made your way over to the dust ridden boxes that held all the ornaments and decorations you can’t help but recall a sense of déjà vu around this time last year although you couldn’t remember why exactly.

 As you open the box to take out the holiday stockings as well as all the candles and ornaments a fine layer of dust entering the air you heard he barely audible sound from behind you.

“heh-! Hht'chss!”

As you glanced over your right shoulder you see the Pro Hero head buried in his elbow before quickly returning to a standing position straightening the fake pine limbs of the Christmas tree.

 As you made your way over with the first set of ornaments carefully hanging them on the branches of the tree you quickly jumped in the loud sound to your immediate left.

“h’KXXt ! Ih’xXt !”

 You muster enough courage to say bless you before returning to the box to get more decorations but when you turned around again hawks was blocking your path, finger under his nose however the orifice was still twitching violently.

 “Baby doll you know I love you but it has a lot of dust on theses and I’m gon- I’m gonna- hdt’TZzshh! hih’ISSHhh!”

 You quickly shoved your hand over his nose and mouth to prevent the spray from getting on your face and as he sneezed wildly against your hand you couldn’t help with shudder.

 As you looked at his face tear began to slowly fall down, you noticed your hands hadn’t been the cleanest…in fact they were layered with dust and cobwebs and as you quickly made this alarming discovery Hawk’s breath quicken against your palm.

 You were transfixed on his contorting facial features as what seem to be many sneezes, were beginning to take hold of the Pro. You quickly reached up with your other hand and firmly grabbed his nose pinching it but Hawks let out hitching breaths.

 “Y/N huh-HihhH—please... hh-hih Y/N... ihH …it f-fucking tickles.” You had rarely seen him for this valuable and awakens something in you.You lead the hitching man over to the couch having him sit and then straddling him. You couldn’t help but notice that your actions hadn’t been all for nothing as a tent was beginning to rise in the Pro Heros pants. As the man gasped with each intake of air you began to kiss down his neck. He began to moan out both in desperation and need.

 “eh....hh-! Ih'HH-.... Fucking shh hhih-hdt! Fugk Y/N....it.... hehh ....it tickles so bad...." Hawks moans, louder and you gave him a stern look before removing your hand from his nose.

His breath inhale deeply as you looked down to enjoy the show

“Hh'txxk!Ishh'hxx! .....HhgkSHHuu!! Ehgt'tshhu!! Heh'tchhuu!....hhi-hh hKSHH!! Hhhrshh!! Ishhhue!!” Hawks is panting now, messy sneezes spraying all across you clothed chest and hand. You couldn’t help but smile and remember it was about this time last year that you asked him out almost in a similar way

“You good, birdie?” first, because holy fuck, you can’t remember a time where you have seen someone sneeze this much in such a short span of time.

 Hawks sniffles messily, letting out a congested sigh. “Yeah....feldt good to finally ledt themb oudt ligke thadt,baby bird.” He pauses and then whispers in your ear.

“Happy Holidays Y/N”

 -end-

[mylifeisfruk4ever]

This is a crazy idea for a crossover that I would never use. But if someone wants to do it (unlikely) and develop it, they can do it easily. So

Merlin as the holder of the ladybug miraculous, Arthur as the holder of black cat miraculous.

Gaius was the Guardian, and he understood that Camelot needs stronger protection than magic: it's time to choose two new holders for Tikki and Plagg.

The funny thing is that Merlin and Arthur are not his first choices. At all. In his intentions, Morgana was to become Ladybug, and Leon Chat Noir. But Destiny intrudes, and by a series of coincidences Merlin gets the earrings, Arthur the ring. Their reactions are, of course, different.

Merlin and Tikki quickly become attached, and Tikki realizes that her chosen one is damn powerful. So she tells him, "Well, transforming yourself could be pretty dangerous, but I can teach you to use your powers." Merlin is delighted. He even tries to hide it from Gaius for a while, but eventually the man finds out.

Gaius almost goes crazy. Merlin was not supposed to be Tikki's holder, and both Tikki and Merlin refuse to separate. Tikki wants to lead Merlin and help him create a better future for everyone. And Gaius in the face of her stubbornness can do very little, after all she is the goddess of creation and she knows what she is doing. This makes him wonder where Plagg is.

Meanwhile, Arthur is going crazy. He tried to hide the ring, destroy it, but it was useless. And now he has to deal with a fugking gremlin in constant search of the "stinkiest cheese there is" who doesn't understand that he doesn't want to deal with magic. He is too afraid of his father to tell him about Plagg. He fears that if Uther knew, he would accuse him of witchcraft. Arthur isn't sure whether love for him or hatred of magic is stronger, and he's not going to find out.

Plagg is indifferent to this holder, and tells him that he is an idiot to believe everything Uther says. Arthur tells him that it is forbidden to speak ill of the king and Plagg, "He may be the king, but he should get the stick out of his ass"

Merlin senses something and for Arthur it becomes a tragedy to try to hide the kwami. Not to mention that Plagg insists on making him transform whenever Camelot is attacked by some monster, telling him to use magic to deal with magic. Arthur refuses to listen to him. Until Merlin is in danger because of Nimueh.

For him, it goes against everything he was taught and transforms, becoming the Black Knight. Nimueh had zero chance.

Plagg teases him mercilessly for how lame the chosen name is. And for letting Gwen find out right away, inadvertently walking into the tent while Arthur is detransforming.

Arthur asks the girl to keep the secret, and she does. This causes them to start acting in a very mysterious way, so much so that many believe there is a relationship between them. Merlin also thinks so, and he doesn't know what he feels about it. Tikki kindly tells him that maybe it's jealousy, and Merlin says Gwen is just a friend. But Tikki wasn't referring to Gwen.

Poor Tikki, her holder is an idiot.

Despite the initial annoyance, Arthur begins to make use of the miraculous black cat more often. If he can protect Merlin, Gwen and others, then he will use magic. Things between him and Plagg aren't easy yet, but at least they've come to an understanding. And he no longer puts it in a drawer to hide Plagg.

Uther's opinion of the Black Knight is complicated, but as long as he protects Camelot, he useful to him. But his opinion changes when he discovers about the combined power of the black cat and miraculous ladybug. He sees it as his chance to change all his mistakes and change history. And so he begins to haunt the Black Knight.

Arthur obviously knew it would happen sooner or later, but he starts to get scared. He becomes more attentive and Merlin notices it. They have several discussions, which often leave Merlin confused. Tikki and Plagg meet during one of these fights.

"Wait, big ears is your holder?!" "Merlin's ears are normal!" "If you say so, sugarcube."

They both have idiots as holders.

Things go downhill when the Black Knight saves the Druid child - it would be hypocritical to hand him over to Uther when Arthur himself is an outlaw - and is shot in the shoulder. Morgana and Merlin find them. Arthur de-transforms in front of them, thus revealing his identity. After the first moments of surprise, Morgana is the first to recover "wow, I didn't know you would rebel against your father."

Merlin is going crazy. Gaius had told him about a partner, and of course it had to be Arthur. He begins to think that Destiny likes to make fun of him.

Things go like in the canon, only this time Morgana hides both the child and Arthur while he is injured. The excuse they use with Uther is that the prince is with knights to find the fugitive. Uther has no doubt.

Finally Merlin and Arthur have a dialogue where they don't yell at each other, and reveal everything. Confession time! But Tikki and Plagg interrupt them before the kiss.

Plagg says this pair will be interesting. Tikki agrees. Camelot now has two magical protectors. And Merlin protects Arthur while he is the Black Knight to prevent him from being captured.

Morgana and Gwen will also have miraculous (Morgana the bee miraculous, Gwen the fox miraculous). And later the knights of the round table (Gawaine the monkey miraculous, Leon the snake miraculous, ecc) Arthur will usher in a new era, as the prophecy had announced.

Uther? He is the damn villain, as he deserves.

[iamgrayfox]

RRERR

[caughtaghostsomehow]

Sebastian! Tom ! Rob! Richard! Oh wow what a combo.. I feel weird now. How did this even happen. Why am I never informed about these things. I feel cheated. Also, not that I'd go but it'd just be niceto know, yknow that THIS PARTICULAR COMBINATION OF PEOPLE would be hanging out on stage

Look at my boy im so soft