#where are my clown shoes please

[ecocharlier]

Saw a pretty cap and brain went brrrr | ☕

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[bbydoll18xx]

Can you please please please do Paige Bueckers or Azzi Fudd or Nika Mühl x short fem girlfriend please

Short Stuff

Paige Bueckers x Short fem girlfriend

Themes: flufffff

Word Count: 815

Well since you asked so nicely, here you go! I decided to do a collection of little blurbs. Sorry it took a hot min! I am 5’4", so this was fun to write lol 

If you guys have more requests, send them my way!!

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“I’m not that short!” KK protests indignantly, her arms crossed over her chest childishly. The other members of UCONN’s women’s basketball team giggle at her protests, reveling in the fact that in comparison to the rest of them, she was definitely shorter.

You chuckle from where you’re sitting on your girlfriend’s lap, amused that KK was lowkey getting bullied for being 5’9" when you were much shorter.

“Guys, be nice. KK is very tall,” you defend, giving her an understanding look.

“Okay, so boom, you’re my favorite,” KK declares earnestly, sticking her tongue out mockingly at Paige. 

Paige’s eyes narrow at KK, and she pulls you in tighter to her body protectively.

“Her short ass is mine,” Paige smirks, pulling you in for a kiss, eliciting groans from the rest of the team.

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“Paigey,” you whine, dragging the syllables of your girlfriend’s name from the tip of your tongue. You had joined Paige and the team for a night out at the bar, and you had gone a little bit past your typical limit. The haze of the alcohol, mixed with the intoxicating feel of Paige’s touch had you feeling woozy. “Can you carry me?” you pout up at your girlfriend, flashing your puppy dog eyes for good measure. It was impossible for Paige to say no to you, and your pleading look and jutting bottom lip has your girlfriend lifting you up into her arms in mere seconds. 

“You’re lucky you’re so cute. And tiny,” Paige mumbles, a fond look plastered upon her features. 

“I’m lucky I have such a nice, sexy, tall girlfriend,” you slur drunkenly, as you enjoy the ride up the stairs back to Paige’s apartment. 

As you enter the apartment, she carries you into the bathroom and sits you onto the counter. 

“Gotta get my pretty girl ready for bed,” Paige says, already pulling out the stuff you kept in her bathroom cabinet. She helps you brush your teeth and take off all your makeup before lifting you back off the counter and taking you to her bed.

“I love you,” you mumble against her neck as she wishes you a good night with a gentle kiss pressed to your forehead.

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“Hey, baby,” you say, getting Paige’s attention. You show her a tiktok where a couple trades outfits. “Let’s do this!” You exclaim, causing a chuckle to leave Paige’s mouth.

“Babe, I won’t fit in those tiny, little dresses you like to wear. But what the hell, I’m down,” she assents.

30 minutes later, you are setting up your phone, already dressed in one of Paige’s Nike tech tracksuits and a pair of her shoes. You were swamped in her clothing, and her shoes made you look like a clown. 

“Girl, you look hilarious,” Kayla laughs. “I can’t wait to see Paige in one of your dresses!”

“Me, too!” you giggle. “Thanks again for helping out.”

“I would never miss this,” she responds, finishing the signature braided ponytail that Paige wore for game days.

A few minutes later, Paige emerges from the bathroom, clad in a sundress and heels. You had done her makeup, and her hair was down in soft blonde waves.

You squeal in delight, running up to her and gushing at how pretty your girlfriend looked. 

“My ass is gonna be out,” Paige pouts, attempting to pull the dress further over her thighs. “I don’t know how you wear this shit.”

“I’m okay with your ass being out. And I’m like eight inches shorter than you, that’s why,” you giggle.

Nevertheless, the tiktok blew up, and Paige’s fans loved seeing the height difference.

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It was no secret that Paige loved to tease you about your height. But when she wasn’t resting her elbow on the top of your head or waving down at you, she was relishing in the benefits of your height. 

She took great pleasure in the way your smaller body fit perfectly against hers. Spooning with Paige was utter perfection, and you spent many nights with content sighs spilling from your mouth as she pulled you close to her, a muscular arm slung across you and a large hand splayed against your belly. 

Your shortness also proved to be quite useful in fitting in small spaces. Paige’s lap tended to be your favorite spot, and you spent many nights curled up flush against her chest with Paige drawing shapes on your legs. Your head always ended up in the crook of her neck, your small exhales tickling the sensitive, pale flesh.

And when Paige hugged you, her chin rested perfectly on the top of your head. Your arms wrap around her slim waist, bringing her close to you, and she moans in content at the contact. Your hugs were addictive to Paige, and your height just added to the perfection. The two of you fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.

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@cosmopretty I hope this is okay! Thanks for your request :)

[parkersbliss]

your instagram when dating spencer reid

inspired by @/happiesthotch @/hotchaways :)

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ssa(y/n) love his clown feet 🫶🏼

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spencephd love her baby feet ❤️

rossisrotini I didn’t know they could be nice to each other

→ jjareau she texted me after posting this and said he slam dunked her with a pillow

→ ms_emilyp @/ssa(y/n) use two exclamation points if you need help

→ ssa(y/n) HELP‼️‼️‼️‼️

→ agenthotch wheels up in 20, you heard her

d.morgan oh to see pretty boys feet

→ ssa(y/n) my eyes only 😡😡

→ spencephd im not sure how to feel about this

→ garciagirlie I could get you photos of lots of feet

→ agenthotch I think we need to have a talk about this

→ garciagirlie i meant my feet with fresh new nail polish* 😁

→ agentahotch 😐

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ssa(y/n) pov garcia & morgan are on the phone

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garciagirlie where’s my chocolate thunder

→ d.morgan right here baby girl 😏

→ spencephd we can’t escape them

→ ssa(y/n) but we can do worse ;)

→ ms_emilyp @/agentahotch do something about this

→ agenthotch no

rossisrotini I beg of you both to not become like them

→ spencephd now you’re just tempting us to do worse 🤷‍♂️

→ ssa(y/n) I await those glorious hands of yours, doctor

→ jjareau what have we started

→ ssa(y/n) ITS FOR A MASSAGE CHILL 😭

→ d.morgan could’ve fooled me tbh

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ssa(y/n) someone didn’t pass the physical fit test

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d.morgan is he looking for a trainer 👀👀

→ garciagirl no. never again with you.

→ spencephd literally leave

→ jjareau we’re doing just fine without you 😘

ms_emilyp reid looking to outrun his paperwork

→ ssa(y/n) more like reid running to catch some bitches

→ spencephd so I’m chasing after you?

→ ssa(y/n) 😡😡

agenthotch who’s not doing paperwork 🤨

→ rossisrotini exposed like the lazy kids you are

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ssa(y/n) got my bitch <3

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Spencephd 😐

→ ssa(y/n) notice how you didn’t correct me

→ spencephd can’t even tie her own shoes smh

→ ssa(y/n) LMAOOO that’s what you’re for SIMP

garciagirlie the love birds are at it again

→ jjareau love birds sounds more like enemies these days

→ d.morgan isn’t that the fun in it?

→ ssa(y/n) yes, he literally just threw the shoe at my face 😇

rossisrotini @/agenthotch got another case for ya

→ ms_emilyp that’s the sound of the police reid 🚨

→ spencephd you know statistically, it takes the police an average of 7 minutes to get to the scene. I could be long gone by then.

→ d.morgan I can hear him through my phone

→ spencephd :)

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ssa(y/n) candid of my favorite nerd 🤭

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spencephd I’ve been exposed 😟

→ ssa(y/n) wanna be exposed in a different way?

d.morgan looks like we got competition @/garciagirlie

→ garciagirlie 😏 been exposed for years to you baby

ms_emilyp 🤢 I’m moving back to london fr

→ jjareau take me with 🙏🏼🙏🏼

→ garciagirlie GIRLS TRIP

→ ssa(y/n) LETS GO

→ ms_emilyp not you ❤️

rossisrotini 🥂 cheers you two but keep it in your pants

→ ssa(y/n) hard to when he’s this fine 😫

→ spencephd actually die

agenthotch this is what we call a hostile work environment

→ d.morgan you weren’t even there for that hotch

→ agentahotch I have my ways

→ garciagirlie please don’t bring back such traumatizing memories

→ jjareau clearly we need to have this conversation again

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[heartfullofleeches]

Loser Reader and Melan, my Girlfailer Jester Gal Yan. Loser Reader could give less of a damn about Melan's clumsiness or the bodies that pile up as a result of her blunders and doing what she must to keep her biggest fan around. Their brain kinda short circuits seeing this tall ass jester monster girl and as the established monster fucker in my stories, Loser Reader will let Melan do whatever she pleases as long as she answers the age old question for them.

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"I-I'm really really sorry about your friend! I was just doing knife practice again and I saw you both walk by and I started to panic and the blade just slipped from my hands and-"

As the freakishly tall woman rambles on, your eyes briefly flicker from the bells dangling from her collar down to the lifeless body of your coworker. Blood drains from hole in his back roughly the length and width of a small throwing dagger seeping the lining of your sneakers. It has to be the saddest part of this ordeal - you really needed those shoes for work tomorrow.

You're more worried about this odd woman than him. It's his own fault for spending the gas money you gave him on cigarettes again. If she keeps on apologizing without paying to take a breath, you'll have two dead bodies to deal with. Does she even need to breathe? She doesn't exactly look all that human now that you've gotten a better look at her.... Some type of clown....or jester. It's probably nothing, but her appearance coupled with her height leads you to believe otherwise. Did you genuinely happen to stumble across a jester girl throwing daggers at a wall past midnight? Your thoughts begin to wander away as you stand there. A process some unfamiliar with your way of being might find troubling if they happen to catch ear of what your mind spews out.

"Do they....honk?..."

In the midst of tripping over her own words, the sudden slip of your tongue nearly sends the woman tumbling over oversized ends of her sleeves. She stands upright, balancing her weight on trembling legs as she mutters a meek. "Does..what honk?"

Crap, did you say that outloud? "Hm? Oh, nothing... I was just thinking of some thing I heard about clowns. I can see you're more of a jester, but that falls under the same number right?"

The woman stares down at her shoes. You think so, anyway - it's hard to tell where she's looking with her hat blocking fourty percent of her face. "I...I guess? If you're talking about my nose then uh it does... sometimes"

"I was talking about your chest."

You could've sworn she popped a blood vessel from how her pale face turned tomato red.

"You.... HUH?"

You raise your hands in defense, however your guilt ends there. "Sorry! My brain has a mind of its own. If it makes you feel better, I say dumb shit all the time. If it clears up my mistake entirely, you were pretty sharp with that knife throwing."

The blush of her face dims. Less fiery and more...warm. "You .. you really think so?"

"Yeah. You could probably even avoid casualties if you lift that hat off your eyes.... Listen, I really don't want to be around when people find this guy and I'm not a snitch either so you don't have to worry about me ratting on you. He's your problem now. See y'all!"

Squeezing past the jester, you sprint off into the direction of your apartment - meticulously dodging the glow of street lifes to keep your bloody shoe prints unnoticed till dawn. Alone in the alleyway, Melan reflects on the events that just occurred. She... just killed someone. That alone should terrified her, but every thought in her mind cycles back to you. You're strange. A bit perverse, but you spoke your mind about her.. Was everything you said to her true too?

Dragging the body behind a dumpster, Melan wishes that just maybe you'd become another one of her problems.

One that would follow her through her improvement as a performer.

[eternalizms]

CLOWN-FISH ↳ SPENCER REID

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WARNINGSꜜ drug use, pot, stoner!spencer, general fluff.

SUMMARYꜜ you come home to a very high, and very clingy spencer after a long week. (wc; 946)

AUTHORS NOTEꜜ i cannot get stoner!spencer out of my head for the life of me, so please enjoy my desperate attempt of putting my ideas into a drabble of sorts! this is my first time writing and posting, so it may not be the best ahh! i understand this isn't for everyone, feel free to send me any reqs!

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THE FIRST TIME spencer tried weed went exactly how you'd expect it to. he was seventeen, halfway through completing his first doctorate in mathematics. the dingy leather couch felt rough against the skin on his hands. he anxiously looked about the room. he felt awkward, and out of place, listening to the music that was playing from a speaker god knows where. for about a month before, spencer had been overwhelmed with a sense that he was missing something in his life. he had decided, after careful calculation, that he was missing a sense of rebellion, that most people his age seemed to have.

spencer was handed the lit joint, he had never smoked before, but it couldn't be that hard. the sweet-ish scent of pot filled the room, his fingers brought it towards his lips as his eyes stayed focused on the joint. he inhaled in, feeling the harsh smoke immediately hit his throat. his face contorted funnily as he spluttered and coughed out, sending a cloud of smoke flying out his mouth. it took him a moment to recover, taking a few deep breaths in between. after collecting himself, he had inhaled another toke, still slightly perplexed at how harsh the smoke is on his throat, but pleased with how being rebellious felt so far.

his shoulders slumped as he leaned back into the sofa, enjoying the high taking over. from that moment on, he was in love. his brain seemed to finally slow, it was a refreshing break. he felt present in the moment for the first time in his life. spencer spent most evening of his weekends in college; stoned. of course, being in the BAU means he doesn't get to enjoy it nearly as much as he used to, but sometimes on an odd week off he rarely gets, he reminds himself of his college days - by getting high.

this was one of these weeks. spencer was slumped against the sofa, a nature documentary about clown-fish buzzing in the background. the key in the door turned with a familiar click, letting him know you're home. you stand in the doorway, a small frown playing on your lips when you realise spencer isn't at the door to greet you like usual. you walk into the living-room with a pout, wondering if he hadn't heard you?. not noticing spencer's current state, you plop yourself down on the sofa beside spencer; sighing with sweet relief as you slid your shoes off.

you notice the silence after a minute, turning your attention towards spencer. you immediately know. with a small chuckle, your hand reaches towards his face, fingertips skimming his jaw as you take him in with your eyes; wishing for his eidetic memory in that moment, so you wouldn't forget it. his hair was slightly out of place, perfectly accompanying the sleepy look across his glossy bloodshot eyes, it was a delicious sight.

your hands find their way to the back of his hair, fingers raking through the curls. he leans into your touch, closing his eyes in content with a low hum. your touch felt addicting to him. clingy was an understatement. he scooted himself closer to you.

"missed you." a light mumble left his lips as he peered towards you , head resting on your shoulder as you sat behind him. spencer's need to just be near you was overwhelming. he sits up, slightly hazed from his high - only difference being the stupid grin on his face. he sat back against the sofa, hands sliding up your thighs as he guides you onto his lap. his head hangs low in the crook of your neck, arms snaking up your torso - simply holding you as close as he possibly can.

spencer inhaled your perfume in with a happy sigh, nuzzling his head into your neck closer. your chest vibrated against him as you laughed ever-so sweetly, hands sliding back into place in his hair. he was in total heaven. your skin felt on fire as his fingers slid past the seam of your shirt, his hands expertly kneading up and down your torso, as spencer held you. he debated telling you a super fun clown-fish fact. he finally pulled his head up. he went to speak, mouth opening; but no words came out.

a light whine left his lips as he watched you laugh, head falling back into the crook of your neck. he struggled to keep up his huff the more you playfully teased him about his IQ now being significantly lower. after a minute, you cooed softly - a single small laugh escaping, pulling him in for a hug.

fortunately, no words were needed as you both settled down for the evening, eager hands grabbing a fluffy white blanket and chucking it over the both of your laps. spencer's inevitable munchies had resulted in a bowl of popcorn sat between you, legs intertwined. his arm draped over your shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world. every so often his hand would reach into the bowl and grab an outrageously large handful of popcorn; before his best attempt at fitting it all in his mouth. your laugh filled the cosy room, unable to stop staring at the trainwreck currently happening in front of your eyes. you fit in his arm like a puzzle piece, the scent of his cologne mixed with weed emanating off his shirt.

you pay more attention to the nature documentary playing. spencer; now a lot more awake, began telling you the clownfish facts he suddenly remembered again. "clownfish have an average life-span of six to ten years in the wild, they are also all born male.".

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[gingerandcelery]

what i would do moving forward if i was watcher entertainment except i don't know anything about business

statement by morning, something like "we've heard you, we're listening. more coming soon." they need to say something, they are loosing subscribers by the minute. including me :D

video posted by monday. here's my vision: the three of them walk into frame with clown shoes (there is sound effects), they have clown makeup and wigs. because this was a clown move. they break down what tf is going on over there and why they felt the need to make this decision?? if your on the verge of bankruptcy just say that. swallow your pride, bring your fucking accountant in and have them break down the costs of things.

delete the patreon, have podcasts on the main channel for free and also on the streaming platform. wild move that they expect people to pay for two platforms for their content?? it's literally just a podcast this is not high budget content, if they want patreon as a cheaper option they could even move things like are you scared, too many spirits on there. bring it down to like $3 a month or something idk people would probably be more willing to pay that than $6 a month.

there needs to be more incentive to sign up to the streaming platform. when dropout launched, it still had plenty of content on youtube for free and continues to upload free content, they also have a large ensemble, and new content daily. watcher will have four videos a month for $6. that's the difference between a meal/ticket home for a lot of people.

so they could put more of their behind the scenes workers as on screen talent (smosh/gmm situation), or take in other buzzfeeders maybe? idk just there needs to be a way to get more content. as it is this isn't enough to justify it.

crowdfund for the pricer projects like worth it, ghost files. this is what starkid does, people are willing to put money towards things they specifcially want to see. but if people are wanting to watch just ghost files & mystery files, theres not enough content to justify $60usd a month.

have a meeting where you realise who your target audience is and understand it is largely people 15 - 35, who do not have income spare/do not have income that can go towards an extra frivolous thing such as this.

most of the audience has followed for shane and ryan, and their dynamic. lots of people have followed for ghost files/mystery files, people don't care about these shows being super high budget!! especially mystery files, that could honestly be filmed with one camera, two of them behind a desk rhett and link style there is no need to have so much money dedicated to such a low budget concept. this would also allow bigger seasons for files.

please watcher revaluate your choices. i think people will permenantly have a changed view of you going forward but you can still save what you have.

[cherrythepuppet]

The puppets Before Christmas

this AU belong to @cloudy-dreams

'Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems, in a place that perhaps you've seen in your dreams. For the story that you are about to be told, took place in the holiday worlds of old. Now, you've probably wondered where holidays come from. If you haven't, I'd say it's time you begun. This Is Halloween'

"Boys and girls of every age Wouldn't you like to see something strange?" The shadows sang as they appeared from the graves

"Come with us and you will see This, our town of Halloween" "This is Halloween, this is Halloween Pumpkins scream in the dead of night" The shadows and pumpkins sang together

"This is Halloween, everybody make a scene Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright It's our town, everybody scream In this town of Halloween" The ghosts said

"I am the one hiding under your bed Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red" The man under the bed sang as the man under the stairs continued "I am the one hiding under your stairs Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair"

"This is Halloween, this is Halloween Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!" The Corpse Chorus said "in this town we call home Everyone hail to the pumpkin song" the vampires sang

"In this town, don't we love it now? Everybody's waiting for the next surprise!" The mayor exclaimed "Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can Something's waiting now to pounce, and how you'll scream" the Corpse chorus said

The Harlequin demon, werewolf and melting man all sang together "Scream! This is Halloween Red 'n' black, slimy green!" 

"Aren't you scared?" The wolf asked "Well, that's just fine Say it once, say it twice Take the chance and roll the dice Ride with the moon in the dead of night" the witches sang as they were riding their brooms

"Everybody scream, everybody scream!" The hanging tree siad as the hanged men joined in "In our town of Halloween!"

"I am the clown with the tear-away face Here in a flash and gone without a trace!" The clown Dog sang as he ripped his face off and then disappeared "I am the "who" when you call Who's there?"

A Puppet Ragdoll up in a tower was Fixing his hair when "I am the wind blew I am the wind blowing through your hair!" The wind said

The shadow of a humoniad house was seen in the moon "I am the shadow on the moon at night Filling your dreams to the brim with fright!"

"This is Halloween, this is Halloween Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!" Everyone sang

"Tender lumplings everywhere Life's no fun without a good scare!" Two child corpses exclaimed "That's our job, but we're not mean In our town of Halloween!" The parent corpses said

"In this town Don't we love it now! Everyone's waiting for the next surprise!" The mayor sang

"Skeleton (Y/n) might catch you in the back And scream like a banshee Make you jump out of your skin This is Halloween, everybody scream Won't ya please make way for a very special Person! Our Skeleton (Y/n) is Ruler of the pumpkin patch Everyone hail to the Pumpkin Ruler now!" The corpse chorus exclaimed 

"This is Halloween, this is Halloween Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!" Everyone sang as the mayor pulled a horse with a scarecrow on it

"In this town we call home Everyone hail to the puppet song!" Everyone sang as the scarecrow jumped into the foutain

"La la-la la, Halloween! Halloween!" Everyone sang as the scarecrow came out of the foutain no longer a scarecrow but now was a 6 feet tall Skeleton wearing a black pin-striped suit, complete with a bat bow-tie and black dress shoes. 

Everyone was celebrating and cheering "I believe it was our most horrible yet! Thank you everyone!" (Y/n)  exclaimed "No, thanks to you, (Y/n)! Without your brilliant leadership!" The mayor, Howdy, said "Not at all Mayor" (Y/n) replied "You're such a scream (Y/n)!" "You're a witch's fondest dream!" "You made walls fall, (Y/n)!" "Walls fall? You made the very mountains crack, (Y/n)"

Everyone continued to praise (Y/n) as the Blue haired rag doll stared at Them with amazement in his eyes but then someone grabbed His arm "The deadly nightshade you slipped me wore off, Wally!" Poppy Yelled "Let go!" Wally yelled back

"You're not ready for so much excitement!" Poppy told him as she held onto his arm and tried to drag him back to the lab "Yes I am!" Wally said "You're coming with me!" Poppy grumbled 

"No I'm not!" Wally yelled as he pull out the thread that's holding his arm on making it to where he can run off "Come back here you foolish!- oaf! Ow!" Poppy yelled as Wally's arm hit her on the head as he ran to the graveyard 

"Ooo (Y/n), you make wounds ooze and flesh crawl!" A monster said "Thank you, thank you, thank you- very much" (Y/n) said as they began to back away from everyone 

"Hold it! We haven't given out the prizes yet! Our first award goes to the vampires for most blood drained in a single evening!" Howdy announced which gained everyone's attention "A frightening and honorable mention goes to the fabulous Dark Lagoon leeches!" Howdy added

(Y/n) had begun walking to the graveyard where Wally was stuffing the leaves back into his arm but once he saw (Y/n) he hid behind a gravestone, (Y/n) had started singing as they would walk around the graveyard 

"There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best For my talents are renowned far and wide When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night I excel without ever even trying With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms I have seen grown men give out a shriek!" They sang

"With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan I have swept the very bravest off their feet Yet year after year, it's the same routine And I grow so weary of the sound of screams" They sang "And I, (Y/n), the Pumpkin Ruler Have grown so tired of the same old thing Oh, somewhere deep inside of these Bones An emptiness began to grow!" They sang as They stood on the top of the spiral hill

"There's something out there, far from my home A longing that I've never known...I'm the master of fright, and a demon of light And I'll scare you right out of your pants To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky And I'm known throughout England and France And since I am dead, I can take off my head To recite Shakespearean quotations!" They said

"No animal nor man can scream like I can! With the fury of my recitations...But who here would ever understand That the Pumpkin Ruler with the ever-lasting grin Would tire of Their crown..." They trailed off

"if they only understood...They'd give it all up if he only could Oh, there's an empty place in my Bones That calls out for something unknown The fame and praise come year after year Does nothing for these empty tears" They said before They left the graveyard

"Oh (Y/n), I know how you feel" Wally mumbled as He gathers herbs then heads back to Poppy's tower

[kiss-theggoat]

Hii I see you have requests open :3

Can I please get short fan fiction of Art the clown x female reader with glasses ?

Maybe a bit

Smutty

A/N: Thank you for the request!! I hope you like it! (For the sake of this fic, Art’s suit is a two piece, ik it’s not canon but I couldn’t find a way to write the scenario with his jumpsuit 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤)

Specs

Art the Clown x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: A mysterious man returns your glasses at a party, and you find a very nice way to thank him.

TW: Art is bloody, Handjobs, Cum eating, you are drunk during this encounter so dub-con

Music thumped through the club and filled you completely, moving up through your feet and into your chest where you felt the bass boom. Your eyes were closed as you lost yourself in the rhythm, a large crowd of people surrounding you doing the exact same.

The center of the dance floor was crowded and hot, people bumping into you and sweating on you, but you hardly cared at this point. You felt yourself getting lost in the music, melting away all of your stress and your body never felt more at one with the music, but of course, the liquor you’d consumed helped with that quite a bit.

You knew exactly what happened, and as you touched your face, your fears were confirmed. You whipped around and tried to see the floor of the dance area, but all you could see was every square inch covered by someone’s shoe. There was no way you’d find your glasses, and if you did, they were surely broken. You groaned and turned around, taking your shot of vodka without drinking your water. After losing your expensive glasses, you needed to get back out on the dance floor.

As you made your way back over to the center of the dance floor, maneuvering through a horde of sweaty, dancing bodies, strangers rubbing up against you without another thought, your entire body felt like it was tingling. You’d come to this party alone, but hoped to change that before the night was over. In your drunk and blurry haze, you scanned the crowd, hoping to find someone who was alone and feeling the same way you were.

Your head started to spin as you felt the shot that you took, cheeks flushed and sweat coating your back. The music filled your ears and you swore you could feel it behind your eyes, your brain was immersed in the bass and rhythm, you moved your hips without caring who was around you.

After what felt like an eternity of you getting lost in the music and losing yourself to the rhythm, you felt a very firm finger tap your shoulder, yanking you from your trance. You wiped the hair that'd stuck to your lip gloss away from your face, turning to see who touched your shoulder.

A clown clad in black in white raised his stained glove to wave his grimy looking fingers at you. I’m your drunk and blurry haze, all you saw was a man wearing a costume. And he was alone. You reached forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, starting to encourage him to dance with you, but he stayed stiff as a board. From what you could tell, he was still smiling. His hand raised between both of your bodies, holding onto the expensive glasses you’d lost.

You let out a gasp. “Oh my god! You found my glasses!” Vision was restored to you as you slid the finger-print stained glasses over your face again, allowing you to really take in the man who’d returned them. His teeth were stained red and black, black grease painted like stretched into an inhuman smile.

“Good costume!” You told him, stumbling a bit as you started to move to the rhythm. You were drunk and you both knew it. The clown crept forward, blatantly checking out your body as you moved, the grin never leaving his angular face. You turned your back to him, moving your hips to the best of the music, closing your eyes and letting the bass move up from the floor through your body to your head where it made the spinning from the alcohol worse, but you didn’t care.

You also didn’t care when you felt those same stained hands that returned your glasses slide around the small of your back and to the front of your hips, holding them firmly. You turned your head to see the clown, dancing behind you with a smirk on his face.

The warmth that you felt in your cheeks from the alcohol spread through your entire chest and down to your stomach. This was the first time tonight you’d been touched, danced with like this. In response, you pushed back against him with fervor, arching your back so that your back was flush against his chest. He seemed to enjoy this, pushing his hips forward against you and his hands slid up your stomach to your chest, holding your tits through your clothes.

A smile broke out on your face, your smaller hands sliding over his. You knew getting groped at a Halloween party isn't exactly the best way to meet someone, but in this moment, you couldn’t care less. As you danced, feeling him move behind you, you figured that you owed the man a favor. I mean, he returned your glasses right? Those things are expensive! It’s only fair that he gets a finder's reward.

Your hands left his, moving behind you to find his narrow torso. The silk of his clown suit felt nice against your fingertips as you trailed them downwards, finding the waistband of the silk pants he wore. You slid your hand beneath them, quickly discovering that the clown wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

You laid your head back against his shoulder, staring up at him from below. He gave you a look that you couldn’t decipher, mouth falling slack and eyes narrowing just a little bit, but his hands continued to massage your chest, and you took that as your green light. You moved your hand lower and finally wrapped your fingers around his cock, watching his face contort at your touch.

With a firm grip you began to slowly stroke him, taking a look at your surroundings. No one had noticed you two yet, too enamored with their own affairs to realize you were giving a clown a handjob in the middle of the room.

You continued to dance as you moved your hand back and forth, collecting the precum that leaked from his tip to drag it down to the base, lubricating your hand. You could tell from how he scrunched his eyes that he liked that, so you did it again, running your thumb over the tip of his dick.

He flinched for a second and held onto your body tighter. He’d stopped dancing now, stiff as a board except for the occasional thrust forward into your hand. He leaned his head back, jaw slack and black lips making an ‘o’ as you watched his eyes roll back. Your chest swelled with pride, knowing you were making the painted stranger feel so good.

The music continued and as did you, still moving your hips to look as natural as possible, masking the fact that you were speeding up now, hand pumping the shaft of his cock faster and faster each time he reacted to you. He leaned his head forward again and stared down into your eyes, his own looking sleepy and half lidded. His mouth was still open, but you leaned forward and gave him a playful nip on the bottom lip, watching his face scrunch in reaction.

The way his breathing sped up clued you in on the fact he was close, his hips thrusting into your hand with every stroke. You tighten your grip at the base before running your thumb over the tip, repeating this with every pump and before you knew it, the clown dug his fingernails into the soft skin of your chest, hips jutting forward and head throwing back, eyes closed tightly. You looked around, no one had their eyes on you.

Warm cum shot over your hands and on the inside of his pants, and you slowly stroked him through his orgasm, waiting until he looked back at you to take your hand from his pants. You gazed into his eyes as you licked his cum from your palm, tongue sticking out before you swallowed.

For once, he looked shocked, feeling a surge of arousal go through him again at the sight. Maybe he’d keep you.

[tequiilasunriise]

The thing that really kills me about that fight against the walkers is the Bees get this incredible fight sequence of being perfectly in sync partners and easily covering each other’s bases but then it suddenly cuts to Weiss stumbling during her fight because Ruby, her partner, isn’t there. Jaune was good at helping her recover, sure, but nevertheless the parallels between functional partners and partners that are split apart were very, very prevalent.

During the Ace Ops fight Weiss was holding her own well against Marrow, yet Ruby still rushed to deflect his weapon when it was coming towards Weiss. Harriet had thrown her into the room, Ruby- still dazed on the floor- looked up, saw a weapon coming towards Weiss (who was poised with her rapier ready, mind you), and didn’t hesitate to come in and smack it back with Crescent Rose. The parallels between Marrow and Harriet arguing vs Whiterose silently nodding at each other making sure the other was alright, like! Ruby didn’t have to check up on Weiss but she did so anyways because they’re partners, because they’re there fer each other rather than individual units strung together on the same team.

After making sure Weiss was alright, Ruby continues to draw Harriet away from the rest of the fray. Then when Ruby is fighting Harriet, Weiss comes back to check up on her and summon an ice wall to defend her partner from Harriet charging at her. There’s something to be said about how Marrow and Harriet were so disjointed in comparison to Whiterose being there fer each other. Love versus a lack thereof, so to speak (and yes, I may be a Whiterose shipper, but this love I’m referring to is that deeper special platonic bond between people who fight fer their lives and trust and care fer each other wholeheartedly).

So now parallel that fight with the one against the walkers, where Weiss is stumbling in a 1v1 and Ruby gets overpowered by a walker because she’s having an extremely justified panic attack. They’re apart, and now both are struggling because neither has their partner there to support em. The Bees are doing all of these sickass combo moves and combining their different fighting styles perfectly while Whiterose is just having a plain ol Bad Time™️ right now. Love versus a lack thereof, so speak. That being said I do wanna point out that when Ruby was down on the ground, it was Weiss who called out to her and made the first blow against the walker who had her pinned. Shit man even when they’re falling apart Weiss is still the first one to reach fer her partner. The love isn’t fully gone, it’s hurting yes, but o h how the love is still there through it all. There is something to be said on love and the lack thereof and love that’s struggling to breathe but still persists.

What I’m saying is, there’s shit to be said about partners, about people tied together in trust and loyalty, about people who know the other so well they can almost effortlessly cover each other bases. There’s shit to be said about found family, about choosing people, about doing the very brave thing that is loving them. In V8, Yang talked to Ruby about risks and sacrifices and heroes. Later on, Blake had her gentle heart to heart about admiring Ruby as a leader, but what Ruby really needs right now? She doesn’t need a pep talk revolving around duties and respect, what she needs right now is someone to speak to her as an equal. As a best friend. As a partner.

Weiss, please fer the love of god, talk to your partner. She needs someone to lean on right now, and my clown makeup fer Bees Kiss is OFF but goddamnit am I polishing my shoes as I hope fer a Weiss and Ruby heart to heart.

[akwolfgrl]

LFT PART 41

"I can't reach my nose from here,” Luffy whined, unable to pick his nose.

“Quit that idiot! You are about to witness an execution” Buggy snapped at him.

“Oh cool! I've never seen one before who's being killed?” Luffy asked.

“You are dumbass!”

“I'm sorry please let me go,” Luffy pouted, it was no fun being stuck like this, he wanted to live and go on adventures, he wanted to eat good food, to spend time on the Marry with his Nakama, to meet up with Ace again. He still had yet to become the king of the pirates!

“As if I'd just let you go, you rubber idiot!” Buggy shouted at him, his pointy shoe resting atop his hat. “Any last words?” The annoying clown asked him. When Luffy didn't immediately respond, he kept going. “Well whatever or not you say anything, it does really matter. It's not like anyone will care what you have to s..”

“I'M THE MAN WHO WILL BECOME THE KING OF THE PIRATES!” Luffy screamed at the of his lungs, declaring his interactions and ambition for all to hear.

“Is that all you have to say…" You stupid rubber brat!?” Buggy laughed at him, kicking the wood he was trapped under.

“Wait!” A familiar and welcome voice shouted from the crowd. In the distance, he could see Sanji and Zoro fighting to get to him.

“Sanji! Zoro! Help me outta here!”

“So you have come, Zoro! Well, it's too late now! Your precious captain is going to die!” The obnoxious clown began to laugh maniacally above him. “Bear witness to your captain's last moments!”

Oh looks like this was the end after all, Luffy would miss his friends. Maybe Nami could become Captain, they could still go to the Grand Line and achieve their dreams without him.

“Sanji! Zoro! Usopp! Nami!” He called each of his nakama by their name, his heart felt full with love. He wished them all the best. “Sorry but it looks like I'm dead,” he stated with the widest grin he’d ever smiled, looking much like the man executed in that same spot 20 years ago.

<>

Zoro sliced and diced anyone who got in his way. Wave after wave of weirdos, clowns and circus freaks that made up Buggy's crew met their end at the tip of his swords. Sanji by his side fighting just as hard to get to their Captain. It couldn't end this way before they even made it to the grandline. He should have gone with him! It was his duty to protect the crew.

What good was his swords, his dream, his ambitions if he could protect those that belonged to him! If Zoro couldn't save the man who had saved him! He would be dead if not for Luffy. No chance to fulfill his and Kuina’s dream.

“Move it!” He yelled slicing into yet another body, they were all just cannon fodder to hinder him in his quest for Luffy. “Come down and fight me you coward!” Zoro screamed from behind Wado clenched tightly between his teeth.

Where were the Marines who were supposed to protect this town and its citizens? There were more than just pirates here. There were innocent citizens screaming and running from the grave danger they were in. The World Government yet again proving to be useless as always once again.

If only he could just cut down that damn execution platform then everything would be fine.

<>

If only he could kick down that execution platform then everything would be fine. Sanji thought to himself as he kicked his way towards his captain. He knew Zoro was beside him doing the same with his new swords. To hear the peril in Luffy's voice broke Sanji's heart. Luffy should never sound like that! Unless he was asking for more food. Just what was this clown's issue with Luffy and Zoro anyway?

“Bastard!” Sanji cried out filled with rage and desperation.

“Sanji! Zoro! Usopp! Nami! Sorry but it looks like I'm dead,” Sanji watched helplessly just like everyday as a child. Too weak to stop what was happening before his eyes as his captain smiled as the sword drew near to his neck.

“Don't say that, you idiot!” Sanji pleaded, this couldn't be happening.

There was a flash of lighting and the rumbler of thunder Sanji saw the executioner's platform explode, its smoking remains soon soaked with the falling rain. In the rumble stood Luffy unharmed as if he hadn't been about to die. The strange clown with the vendetta was covered in charcoal.

“Looks like I did survive!” Luffy chuckled, placing his hat atop his head. “How lucky! Thank goodness!”

“Hey…” Sanji turned to Zoro who also was standing there lost. His swords sheathed once more as Sanji continued on with his question for his lover. “Do you believe in a god?” Sanji had never been much of a believer himself. The ocean was his goddess, he knew she could be harsh and cruel but he loved her all the same. She was his first love, she was a part of his dream. He had spent the majority of his life on her. But this couldn't be anything other than a sign from something divine.

“Enough talking and let's leave this damn town already. We've got more trouble on the way,” his ever so blunt partner stated.

[writtenonreceipts]

Even More Random Prompts

Some may be similar to each other, I tried to play off of the prompts to create more of the same vein.  Shrugs maybe not the best list, but I think it’s fun. Please do not repost. Reblogs welcome.

find other prompts here

I can explain.  This isn’t as bad as it looks.

Sometimes bad decisions are the only ones we’ve got.

Rise and shine, it’s time for the worst day of your life.

I’ll bring the vodka, you bring the bad decisions.

Well, no one told me that.

No, we are not keeping the cat.

It’s too early for this.

Is that coffee?

It’s five in the morning, did you expect a warm welcome?

Sorry, all I can provide is sarcasm.

Look at that dog.  We need  it.

You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?

You’ve got to be kidding me.

I promise, that was an accident.

Is that a flip phone?

I’m being crafty, shut-up.

There is no such thing as too much glitter.

I have a glue gun and I’m not afraid to use it.

Give me all the dogs, I don’t care.

I need a blowtorch, a roll of duct tape, and marshmallows.

Let’s go on an adventure.

Please tell me you know how to change a tire.

Is that band-aid pink? // With unicorns. // That’ll do.

Wake up asshat, we’ve got crimes to do.

How do you manage to trip over everything?

Here, let me help.

Don’t worry, it’s going to be alright.

Didn’t you meet them on the internet?

Your cat is a judgmental bitch.

I can’t even keep a goldfish alive, how can I handle this?

Let’s make some mistakes.

How about a drink? // Of alcohol or rat poison?

Under no circumstances are you to talk about politics, religion, or your favorite ice cream flavor.

We are in the trenches of a family reunion--survival is the only thing that matters.

Whoever said ignorance is bliss never had anxiety.

What do you mean you don’t know how to ride a bike?

For the record, I totally would have helped with that.

Why would anyone live here?

Have a sticker for your troubles.

Don’t call me that.

You’ve got something on your face.

Can you zip this for me?

What are you wearing?

I don’t know what I was expecting, but this wasn’t it.

Fine then, I won’t say anything.

That was a wonderful accident.

It’s Monday.  Again.

Time is funny like that, it really likes screwing me over.

They’re an artist without a canvas

That’s a lot of caffeine.

Well, that’s a little disturbing.

How much have you had to drink?

I only have one love, and that is mozzarella sticks.

So, where were you planning on getting the tattoo?

I thought you hate needles. // Yes, but I like spiting my family more, I’m getting the damn tattoo

You need me more than you hate me.

A lot of people want to kill me.  I am very proud of that.

This is the worst day of my life.

C’mon, it’s just family dinner, how bad could it be?

Please don’t kill me, I have a good reason for this.

Care to explain the glitter lotion?

I supported the entire self tanning industry when I was a teen.

I don’t trust myself with this information.

Why do you always choose violence?

My car, my rules. We’re listening to Nickleback whether you like it or not.

Yeah, the vase of dead roses really says a lot.

That’s not a cat that’s a skunk.

I brought your favorite ice cream.

Well you're about as delightful as a kidney stone.

Who the hell are you?

What do you want from me?

Hold on, I’ve got handcuffs in my purse.

Ugh, why are you covered in cheap cologne?

I’m not wearing the right shoes for this.

I’m not the one who paid three hundred dollars for a shirt.

I wanted to buy you flowers.

When a child hands you a rock, you have to accept it.

I’m sorry and I’ll never stop apologizing.

I miss you.

Wait for me, I’ll be home soon.

Are you sure about this?

Please? I brought pizza.

I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you.

Wait.  Please, don’t go?

I just hope you can forgive me.

And they say dropping out of college is a bad thing

Can your fancy degree do this?

I was only arrested one time…The second I got off on a technicality

I cry at any hint of affection

Don’t judge them, they’re just really, really hungry

Is that a clown?

Why is there a llama in the yard?

I know how this looks, but it was not my fault.

Therapy’s too expensive, eat some chocolate.

Would I really lie to you? // Yes.

The last time I trusted you you killed my succulent plant.

How much caffeine have I had?--I’d rather not answer that.

Stabbing people is not a proper expression of emotion.

That was not what I was expecting to happen.

Sorry, I just need seventy years to recover from the embarrassment.

[inevitably-ineffable-husbands]

Crowley's Bentley = Crowley's Heart?

Putting on them clown damned shoes again, y'all. Had a thought last night while typing out today's additions to my GO S2 Meta...

Is Crowley's Bentley supposed to be a metaphor for his heart?

THINK ABOUT IT:

In Season 1:

The Bentley survives the fire because Crowley believes with all his heart that he and the car will make it to save Aziraphale.

Crowley drives fast because his love for Azzie makes his heart race.

Speaking of driving too fast, when Aziraphale say's "you drive too fast for me Crowley", subtextually he means "your heart moves too fast for me, I'm not ready for you".

In Season 2:

Crowley's houseplants (the only things he supposedly loves) are in his Bentley (home is where the heart is??). He didn't have the heart to throw them away, so... he put them in his heart where they will be loved.

Crowley sends Aziraphale away from the bookshop to protect him from the threat of Heaven, and the safest place he knows is (his heart) The Bentley, which will take care of Azzie. He literally locks Azzie away in his heart to keep Azzie safe and sheltered away from everyone.

Crowley can feel everything happening in and around the Bentley. He knows when his heart slowed down because he wasn't worried about Aziraphale anymore; his heart desires to please Aziraphale and make him happy by driving slow, playing music Aziraphale loves, offering him sweets, and being painted yellow like Crowley's eyes. Crowley only threatens because he's worried Aziraphale will find out that he loves him if the Bentley keeps up with being adoring to Aziraphale. GUYS I THINK WE'RE GOING TO GET A DOTING-HUSBAND-CROWLEY is what I'm getting at, here.

That said, the Bentley ADORES Aziraphale, trying to follow him and keep him safe. And immediately does what Aziraphale asks, just like Crowley usually does.

At the end of S2E6, the Bentley plays the music Crowley is thinking about immediately after their spat and his failed confession, then shuts it off angrily because he’s heart broken... so he “breaks the (love) song” by shutting it off and out of his heart.

BASICALLY what I'm saying is that in the 90 or so years he's owned the Bentley is when he truly realized he was IN LOVE with Aziraphale and poured all that love into the Bentley instead to compensate.

Shax even says to Aziraphale in S2E4:

"Sometime, in the last 80 or 90 years, I remember hearing that you and Crowley were an item."

Very specific numbers, mentioned TO the love interest inside of the damned Heart itself, isn't it? And we know Shax can read into people's hearts (she does it numerous times in the season, specifically with the Crowley mirror, Maggie, in S2E5 and again to Aziraphale in S2E6, revealing more about Crowley and Azzie).

I reckon there's a LOT more, but like... DAMN this feels like Phones and Hearts all over again. I'm not sure if this makes the Bookshop Azzie's heart (right now I'm thinking MAYBE??), but that's something else to explore after another rewatch. That would mean, if the Bookshop was Azzie's heart, that he realized a LOT longer ago than Crowley he loved him. Hmm.

Let me know what y'all think! <3

[aphroditesmoon]

Wenclair's reaction to reader coming out as transmasc to them? (Reader x Wenclair) Lots of fluff, such as cuddles, buying hoodies, binders- maybe even a bit where Reader has the binder on for too long? Followed by aftercare (don't wear y'all's binders for too long!!)

like real people do

wenclair x transmasc!reader

warnings: afab reader, non binary reader.

a/n: sorry I took so long my beloved (⁠ᵔ⁠ᴥ⁠ᵔ⁠)

°°°

You've seen how everyone looks at you when you're with the two outcasts of Nevermore. But feeling out of place and out of yourself was something you were already used to growing up.

Some might say you were the honorary normie in their friendship, but as you get familiar with eachother, the friendship slowly evolved into something more.

You knew you haven't been completely yourself with them, and sometimes you wonder if you've even been honest with yourself.

But today, was one of the days you could look in the mirror and really see yourself for who you were.

You could see Enid's face plastered on the car window with her usual wolfish grin and you cant help but return it as you enter the backseat of the car.

Wednesday was not looking at you at first, fixing the rearview mirror, but once her eyes sets on you, you pride yourself in managing to fish out a rare suprised expression from her.

You knew her well enough to recognize the pleased look in her eyes. "You've cut your hair." She spoke.

Enid, immediately ready to defend your new fashion, chimed in. "I dig it, It's so you and it definitely fits your aesthetic way more than your old hairstyle."

Wednesday hums and nods her head as she studies your appearance.

"Is it though?" She asks suddenly.

You raise your eyebrows, startled, and Enid frowns I'm confusion at her girlfriend.

"Is it what?" You respond.

"Is it just an aesthetic?"

Your eyes widen at her conclusion at you in such short time.

"I'm wondering, if this random exploration of style has anything to do with an identity crisis or simply an expression of your artistic side." She elaborates.

You breathed out a short laugh and glance between them nervously.

"I mean- would it matter if it was either of it?"

You ask, testing the waters.

"It wouldn't." Wednesday replied.

Enid nods agreeing before adding; "It wouldn't change anything between us, as long it's still you."

You sighed gently and avoid eye contact, looking out the window. "Even if I no longer dress or look the way I used to?"

Enid's smile turns into a worried expression as she lifts herself up to climb at the backseat.

"Enid your shoes- this is a new car-" The wolf ignores Wednesday's scolding as she lands next to you and breathed out loudly.

"Okay look-" She starts, pulling your hands in her.

"We want you, for your heart, all accepting and loving, and your horrendous dad jokes that comes along with it. So as long as you keep them coming, you can go ahead and start identifying as a clown and we'll still be right behind, dressed as circus animals."

You burst out a laugh and shook your head at her statement. Enid beams at your laugh and fails to restrain herself from pulling you into her arms.

You let yourself enjoy the warmth of her body and feel the intensity leaves your body as you relax againts her.

"I love you both but I'm not squeezing in with you huddled like a-" "Wednesday-" Enid interjects, glaring at her.

The dark haired girl only gives a smirk and turns back to the steering wheel.

"Well then birthday clown, the circus is with you all the way, how would you like to start your day." She forces herself to join in the joke.

You grin at her and lean from the backseat to press a kiss on her cheek.

°°°

"How does it feel?" Enid asks from outside the dressing room.

"Oh I think this is a good size." You answered, staring at your reflection, the binder fits well, though it was tighter than you expected.

"Enid-" You flinch at the sight of her head appearing behind the curtain.

She pulls out immediately before appearing again.

"Sorry! I just wanted to see - is this weird? this isn't weird right?",

You can feel the roll of Wednesday's eyes from behind the curtain. "Yes it is weird Enid.", She replies from outside.

You scrunch your nose and cover her face with your palm, teasingly pushing her away.

"No snooping snoopy." She frowns before pulling out. "That better not be a snoopy the dog joke I think it was."

You shook your head to yourself ignoring her.

"Do you think I can just wear this for the day?" You asks from inside the dressing room, already putting your shirt back on.

"It'll be good to get used to it." Wednesday supports and you nod to yourself agreeing with her.

A pro of having a girlfriend with an insanely rich family and legacy was that there'd be no doubt of being spoiled lavishly againts your will.

She paid for everything from new clothes to the birthday cake you had together.

You spent the days arms linked with Enid with Wednesday hand againts your back, always near to her in a comfortable way.

Your back was slumped againts the back seat as you moan tiredly.

"I told you too much fudge wouldn't be good." Enid singsonged as she jumps in the front seat.

"Oh no I think it's the binder, I feel like scratching out my chest like a monkey, it kinda hurts too."

Wednesday frowns and looks behind her at you. "Did you get the right size?" You nod whilst your hands massage your chest.

"We should go back then, It's a Saturday, the teachers wouldn't mind visitors, you can take it off in our dorm and just relax there for a while." She suggests. You accept it easily not having anything else to do for the day.

°°°

Your sighed in relief as you lay back spread on Enid's bed in her largest sweater after taking the binder off.

"Free the nipple am I right?" You snort at Enid and sit up straight as she huddles in next to you under the covers.

"Your just saying that because you want to see my tits." You joke and she fake an offended gasp, leaning her head on your chest.

"Not true, I'm perfectly content just lying on them"

You hummed againts her head and wrap your arms around her, feeling the days exhaustion finally reaching to you.

And as your consciousness was drowned by darkness with the heavy rain tapping through the window of the building, you let sleep envelope yourself.

Wednesday's lips on your temple was the last thing you remembered.

[heartfullofleeches]

Here to once again advocate doll pilot reader this time with a clown performer mix. Quirky scientist reader who has the brains, but not the smarts when it comes to interacting with real people and partners with a tech company for the funds and equipment to make a functioning robot to get around town. The contract comes with the added deal of reader becoming a star on a show they've had in the works for a while about an android learning the ropes of life as a human - which in turn works in favor for reader and their poor social skills

Reader presents far more cheerful than they are in person most of the cast assume their robot to be advanced a.i. Their genuine confusion on basic human educate and them stuffing bagels in their mouth to take to their human self sells their clueless act well. A few might've developed a little obsession crush on the bot but alas it could never be... If only...

"Hey, can you pass me that charger?"

"Sure." Their co-star smiles as the android unstraps the bracelet from its arm and plugs the cord into an outlet on their wrist - hooking the charger up to the phone in their hand. It yawns without a breathe - rubbing at its eyes. So cute♡- Just where did they get the parts to make this bot.... what's that room on their screen?

"This? It's my bedroom. Needed to do some cleaning today but obviously I had work. Might do some while I'm sleep since my link we have is neurological."

It sure is.... wait- huh?

"Nobody ever tell you? Actually, only like... three people know so I don't blame you. I'm human just like you.. well, the me back home is. I have severe anxiety and not as chipper as I am on stage. Nice to meet ya - name's Y/n, but I'm sure you already knew that."

... ah.. that - definitely wasn't in the pamphlets.

In come the - innocent queries about the real you. Your bot is modeled off you - are you as cute as it? What's your full name? Address? Oops- looks like your charger disappeared. Filming took extra long today - might run out of battery before you get home. Maybe your kind, well meaning coworker can bring it to you?

crackpost under cut

Yan: I'm so happy to finally have you home, angel. Anything I can get you?

Human Reader: Just a glass of water, please-

Yan: anything for you dearest~

[Human Reader kicks off their shoe and takes the sleeping pill from their sock as their Yan returns]

Human Reader: Thank you- [swallows the pill and passes out - their robot kicking down the front door, smacking the shit outta their yan, and carring their human body back home. Yan, broke jaw and all, takes a picture of their sleeping angel carried away in their own arms]

Yan: worth it...

-

[Robot Reader picks up groceries after work covered up by a surgical mask and an oversized sweater. One of their fans sneaks up and tags magnet to their backside]

Yan fan: found you, dear~

Robot Reader: oh! Haha, ya got me! Would you like an autograph? Here- [wheels their cart into the fan and sprints off into the parking lot.]

-

Human Reader, watching Yan make out with their robot before their identity is revealed thinking noone is watching:

[tagedeszorns]

So here's my live reading of "Lord of Excess"!

May contain Spoilers!

I'm only a quarter of the way through the book, which is because (apart from the fact that I only downloaded it this morning) the weather is sunny and warm for the first time this spring, so I've tended to be out and about so far. And being out and about led me to the Warhammer store, where I not only bought some colours for the Beastmen and had a little chat, but also got the miniature of the month (a very nice Terminator) and put it together. And during a little hike I thought about whether I should make him a Salamander, Word Bearer or Emperor's Children.

But I digress. A quarter of Lord of Excess. And so far the verdict is: holy shit, we finally have an author again! This is not a drill! There's a new Emperor's Children writer who understands their mindset, background and motivation!

Yes, Rich McCormick still has to find his way into some things and perhaps take a less narrow view of others - but in principle he's well on the way to growing into Josh Reynolds' huge shoes. (that sounds like Reynolds is a Harlequin. Clown shoes! Honk!)

This makes me very, very happy.

Quick summary of highlights (besides the quotes I've already posted):

McCormick lets Fabius be himself. I want to kiss his eyes for that. (No, Fabius has no appearance - but he's mentioned and speaks through his actions)

He understands that Emperor's Children are not just insane junkies, but gives them different obsessions with perfection (a logistician!).

He incorporates their history and gives space to the wounding they collectively suffered with the destruction of Harmony.

He's able to capture their incredible arrogance and narcissism without ridiculing them (Watch and learn, McNeill!).

He creates personalities that aren't all defined solely by their gene-seed.

The list will certainly be expanded.

But of course it's not all sunshine and roses. I find it difficult to accept certain things when I'm told them but then very consistently not shown them.

If Xantine and Vavisk are such incredibly close friends, I want to see that in their interactions too.

Why do the Adored follow Xantine? So far, it's not clear to me. Too much telling, too little showing. I mean, isn't it funny that Fabius, the man whose picture is next to "Caustic Bitch" in the dictionary, can apparently build and maintain healthier and more stable friendships than a charismatic warband leader with a Slaaneshi demon in his pocket?!

But that's just a minor annoying aspect so far - albeit one that makes it hard for me to like Xantine as a protagonist. Please don't get me wrong - I don't need a main character to be a classic lawful-good Hollywood hero to like him! I adore the characters with flaws, with bad habits and the ones who fight tooth and nail against being heroes. But at least a basic sympathy that makes me care why the protagonists are in trouble and makes me eager to see how they resolve the situation - that would be nice!

In any case, so far: I want to know more! The book is fun! So much!

(Okay, the usual Black Library mantra "There have to be little people in it, not just Astartes!" is getting on my nerves, as it does every time. But, hey, it'll be fine!)

One last thing: Lucius and Fabius pointing and laughing at Xantine, because Clarion/The Composer and Wolver/Key are so much cooler than a stinking heap!

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Hiii again!! (Thank you again taking my request from last time!! I absolutely loved it!!/gen) :3

I was trying to see if you could do hcs for Laughing Jack x an Angel! Reader? Like the reader has an angelic aura, has angelic powers too (like healing, angelic telepathy, angelic telekinesis, etc) and big white wings too?

I hope you have a nice day and please take care of yourself!

Laughing Jack x Angel!Reader !

I know I literally just said requests were gonna be slow in my previous post but SHHHH I'm waiting for the ibuprofen to kick in; too ouchy to nap and chill rn

That aside, I hope you enjoy!!

Loves messing with your wings! More often than not hes playing with the feathers!

Probably keeps the ones that fall out/off, I think! Usually keeps them on his person because he loves having a piece of you with him and again, loves to fiddle with stuff!

Teases you for being a "goody two shoes" if you're the "sweet and caring" type of angel that strives to do no harm

Loves it when you decide to use your telekinesis to move stuff around; he simply finds it amusing!

Probably jumps when you use your telepathy on him for the first time, though, especially if you hadn't told him that was a thing you can do

"Pssst... toots can you make that guy over there think hes losing his marbles with your telepathy??" "Honeybun... no.."

Unless you're an angel posing as a normal human dont ask where you guys live; laughing jack is technically homeless in my au and just follows wherever his box goes (the mansion doesnt exactly exist in my au/interpretation, at least not in the way the fandom shows it)

Thinks its really cute when your feathers fluff up when he flirts with you; or better yet, your wings springing out when he sneaks a kiss on your cheek

Honestly probably tries to tempt you to "the dark side"

That aside sometimes I forget I portray laughing jack as a corrupted reflection of his creator, the only reason laughing jack is a kriller clown is because of isaac becoming a kriller. Mix that in with the fact he was originally meant to be a guardian/imaginary friend, like

I dont know!!

I think the fact he used to be innocent and playful isnt explored enough, like imagine his roots start peeking just a bit when hes around you

Sits on the floor and weeps