#yellow mouse in sock

[mewnette]

Hand sewn plush xmas decoration

[skewedcanvas]

Hello. I really like your art, especially the Dream Land AU. I wonder which characters from Kirby would the other abstracted characters be based on if they were in this AU? For example, the dog and the worm on a string.

P.S. Keep up the great work and have a good time. :)

The yellow dog would be an Awoofy.

Worm on a string as a Capiller.

The pink cyclops would be a Waddle Doo.

The yellow clown as a Clown Acrobot, the same as Kaufmo.

The sock puppet as a Squeaker, because of their mouse-like apperance.

The polka-dot thing, couldn't really think of anything so I went with a Noddy.

Lastly, the purple dinosaur as a Galbo.

I know there are two other images, but they're too blurry for me to get anything from them.

[digitulworld]

DHMIS teachers answers if you asked them the interview questions

Where do you live?

Sketchbook: In the dark, sometimes.

Tony: Midwest.

Shrignold: Far away from you.

Colin: Indoors, outdoors, sideways, vertical, and horizontal.

Spinach Can: Ping-pong galleria with my friend Schmuck.

Steak Guy: In your house!

Lamp: A magic barn.

What do you like to eat?

Sketchbook: I’m on a liquid diet.

Tony: It’s in the attic somewhere.

Shrignold: Something very warm.

Colin: Extra large cereal.

Spinach Can: Cardboard

Steak Guy: I can’t believe you would ask me that.

Lamp: Pink bones, red fibers, and a spinning wheel.

What is your favorite color?

Sketchbook: Green. Is this a trick question? It’s green.

Tony: Tan.

Shrignold: Lots and lots of purple.

Colin: The one with five letters.

Spinach Can: What color is grass?

Steak Guy: Grey horses.

Lamp: You're being too silly right now, you have to stop.

Do you like cows or goats?

Sketchbook: Anything yellow.

Tony: It doesn't matter to me. Nothing matters to me.

Shrignold: A baby sheep, is that like a goat?

Colin: Lizards.

Spinach Can: I made a cow mad once, and then got Cow Mad Syndrome.

Steak Guy: Big ones. Just the big ones.

Lamp: It jumps over the moon!

Do you have brown hair?

Sketchbook: Only on Tuesdays.

Tony: Are you stupid?

Shrignold: Lime green, like my mothers.

Colin: I asked you first!

Spinach Can: You should stop asking me that, I'll give it back later.

Steak Guy: It just gets stuck like this sometimes.

Lamp: Yesterday I saw a dog, but it was an evil dog. Don't ask me how I know.

What is your blood type?

Sketchbook: I had to glue some on myself so they'd stop bothering me.

Tony: Just a big clump.

Shrignold: I don't know, they all look the same.

Colin: I can't remember what it looks like! It’s very shy.

Spinach Can: What the *beep* is blood?

Steak Guy: Blood? Is that what they call it nowadays?

Lamp: Theres worms in me.

What are you allergic to?

Sketchbook: Having a nose.

Tony: It changes every day, and has been for the past 977 days.

Shrignold: Absolutely positively everything.

Colin: Fish paste.

Spinach Can: Eggshells, all of them. They pushed me down the stairs once.

Steak Guy: I don't need one!

Lamp: The Boogeyman. We’re on bad terms.

Whats your favorite idea?

Sketchbook: Anything but this question.

Tony: The giant bird that appears in my dreams sometimes.

Shrignold: My favorite pair of shoes.

Colin: My idea website. It generates ideas, like fun ways to hold a spoon.

Spinach Can: Hammers! Lots of hammers! And a nickel!

Steak Guy: Throwing my keys into a hole.

Lamp: TV shows about Alaska.

What do you find exciting?

Sketchbook: Big balloons, the alphabet, kites, gas planets, carpentry, a sock. The rest is personal.

Tony: Basements with creaky stairs.

Shrignold: Moths in small amounts.

Colin: Every 14th day of the month.

Spinach Can: A really really really small traffic cone, that tells you when you're going to die.

Steak Guy: Mold.

Lamp: Four trampolines.

What happened after the olden days?

Sketchbook: TVs started using colors, and now people are ungrateful.

Tony: I’m not playing your little game.

Shrignold: Everyone got sad, so I had to help them.

Colin: There were three wars, four explosions, and two train crashes, all in 1958.

Spinach Can: The world got mucky and ate dirt and beans.

Steak Guy: A rude mouse flipped the bird at me.

Lamp: They had bigger and bigger dreams, and then everyone got so big, they had to stop eating foods that made them dream big. The moral of this story is that you should wash your hands twice a day.

What are you scared of?

Sketchbook: Medium-sized rodents.

Tony: 7:00pm.

Shrignold: Whatever you're scared of.

Colin: A pound of sand.

Spinach Can: Mud crunching.

Steak Guy: Holes in pudding.

Lamp: The big night sky we’ll all get lost in one day.

What are your hobbies?

Sketchbook: Throwing vegetables at paintings, you should try it one day.

Tony: Watching people blink.

Shrignold: I sew clothes for my friends, but their first question is always, “How do you know my exact measurements? I never told you them.” You just can’t please everyone.

Colin: Data analyzation, accounting, coding, excessive security measurements.

Spinach Can: It’s beach ball related, if you know what I mean.

Steak Guy: Meat hobbies.

Lamp: Finding used cigarettes on the ground and taping them together to make a big cigarette, I call it The Ultimate.

What is your favorite song?

Sketchbook: Banging plastic together, if thats a song.

Tony: The Screaming Album, 1938.

Shrignold: I made all of them up.

Colin: Trapezoid Angles by Super Henry 3

Spinach Can: Four of them and they’re bad.

Steak Guy: Just noises?

Lamp: Mr. Bungle

Where do you go on holiday?

Sketchbook: My imaginary imagination place.

Tony: I just walk around.

Colin: If I leave my house, I die instantly.

Shrignold: Every day is a holiday if you know what you're doing.

Spinach Can: Mister Loopy’s Pizza Restaurant that I keep getting kicked out of.

Steak Guy: Where all the pigs are.

Lamp: Nightmare Land.

Who do you love?

Sketchbook: The letter B

Tony: Boys? Girls?

Shrignold: Please don't.

Colin: My toothpaste bottle cap.

Spinach Can: Cheese thrown against the window.

Steak Guy: Finger soup! Teeth! Orphans!

Lamp: The giraffe I met once, that I went on adventures with.

What is love?

Sketchbook: Anything that smiles.

Tony: Something not very important.

Shrignold: Do you want me to tell you? I’m a little busy.

Colin: One of the twelve main Brain Viruses.

Spinach Can: Endless sink drains.

Steak Guy: A string of hair. A lot of hair.

Lamp: It grows two legs, and then one day it’ll kill you.

What do you dream of?

Sketchbook: Pools and pools of blood tubes.

Tony: It all became a blur to me, I had to stop before I went mad.

Shrignold: So many little squirrels eating me.

Colin: Untied shoelaces.

Spinach Can: Peanuts, but they keep spelling their name wrong.

Steak Guy: Markets that only sell one type of vinegar oil.

Lamp: I can’t dream, I have a condition.

[elliott-the-creature]

hey, what’s up, it’s me, ur creature Flax! I thought I’d share my giant namehoard with you all. they’re pretty much all nouns/adjectives (although K may do a part two with human names).

hope you all enjoy, and feel free to use any of these for yourself; we don’t mind :3

-🌿🪲

putting it under the cut because holy crap it’s a lot

Nature related

Willow

Clover (one of my personal favourites)

Reed

Birch

Aspen

Mangrove

Oak

Hickory

Pine

Fern

Ivy

Thistle

Rose

Orchid

Primrose

Buttercup

Bloom

Lily

Brook

River

Rain

Storm

Thunder

Cloud/cloudy

Sun/sunny

Blizzard

Flurry

Frost

Hail

Torrent

Reef

Meadow

Ridge

Fen

Marsh

Bog

Forest

Boreal

Conifer

Deciduous

Animals

Mouse

Rabbit

Bunny

Rat

Puppy/Pup

Kitty/Kit

Tiger

Leopard

Ocelot

Sheep

Cow

Macaw

Pigeon

Hawk

Owl

Dove

Chickadee

Lizard

Gecko

Manta

Orca

Beetle

Bee

Lepidoptera

Hymenoptera

Spider

Weevil

Objects/clothes

Button

Jacket

Mittens

Domino

Mug

Novel

Hoodie

Plush

Cottage

Monocle

Mannequin

Doll

Acrylic

Tupperware

Socks

Toque/beanie (they’re the same thing so I’m grouping them together)

Patch

Miscellaneous (aka me mixing a whole load of small categories together)

Mono

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Eleven

Liar

Handsome

Dreamer

Shade

Mercury

Venus

Mars

Jupiter

Saturn

Neptune

Amethyst

Garnet

Pearl

Bismuth

Tourmaline

Moonstone

Jade

Yellow

Green

Blue

Lavender

Indigo

Taupe

Mauve

Grey

Ivory

[bubuslutty]

Day 6: you wanna be the Queencard?

this is part 6, all parts

pairing: angel/demon!fem reader x 141

word count: 2.5k

tags: fluff, poor attempt at humour (help), no use of y/n, 3rd person pov, proofread by me so sorry for any mistakes

warnings: none

summary: Price notices changes + Angel invites Soap to hang out <3

a/n: special thanks to my first ever beta reader @whore4dilfs! Feedback means lots to me and gives me boosts of motivation <3 

Please consider reblogging if you enjoyed this chapter/serie, means lots 💖

the title of this part is taken from this song.

Price wasn't stupid. He has eyes and can notice when people slowly start to change.

Since they have moved into the little home in London for work under Laswell’s watchful eyes, their new neighbour has been nothing but a pleasant surprise. At first, it was fun you know? Oh look, we have a hot neighbour and she’s nice! Angel would sometimes be talked about when they were having dinner, the men casually talking about how her cat almost ruined her flowers and she shouted at her. Or how last Saturday she almost tripped and fell face first when taking out the trash, or how she gets her laundry from the garden wearing nothing but a stupid t-shirt and pair of underwear.

Price is a gentleman, he tries his best not to stare, not to let his eyes linger on her when she’s out and about or greets him when he’s smoking in the garden. But she’s so fucking pretty, it’s frustrating at this point, how she manages to make his breath stutter every time he sees her. She could be wearing an old Minnie Mouse t-shirt, a pair of shorts and yellow Crocs with gardening gloves, dirty and sweating under the sun and digging up weeds and Price would always get caught staring at her, his cigar forgotten between his fingers.

He feels like a teenager all over again. He’s not a virgin for fuck sake. And he had his fair share of hookups here and there along with (failed) relationships. But he still catches himself staring at her lips when she’s laughing at something Soap said, throwing her head back and screeching with laughter. And she seems to not mind his men’s antics, either.

She doesn’t ask about their scars, doesn’t comment on Ghost's clothing choices or how he wears a mask 24/7 and never asks why she should call him Ghost either. She never asked them intrusive questions, not even when they were comfortable, bellies full of wine and warm under the sun on random afternoons. Angel hasn’t made any of his men or himself uncomfortable, not even once, and that’s terrifying because it’s so easy to get comfortable and open with her. It makes him want to talk about things he only keeps to himself. She makes him want to sit and ramble about what he’d do once he’s old and retired, maybe he’ll buy a boat, or a house up north, or move to Spain or to Morocco.

One fine Tuesday, Price was sitting on the sofa, scrolling on his phone while Gaz was curled up next to him, reading a random webcomic on his phone when their doorbell rang.

Gaz frowned, looking up at Price, "Are we expecting someone, today?" 

"No." Price shook his head. 

"I'll get it!" Soap exclaimed, skipping 3 steps and jumping down the stairs, wearing a tank top and a pair of comfortable shorts with little dog-printed socks. Initially, Soap thought it must be one of his packages that came earlier than expected, but once he opened the door he realised it wasn't the mailman but their hot neighbour. 

And she was absolutely soaked from head to toe, it was raining so hard outside that Soap accidentally got rain inside their house, wetting the floor under his feet

"I locked myself out. Can I please come in until the rain stops?" Angel asked, embarrassed and hair sticking to her neck and face. 

"Holy shit, yeah, of course!" Soap quickly moved to the side, allowing her to step inside their warm house and locked the door behind her. 

Angel stood there awkwardly, her clothes sticking to her skin as she shivered and looked at Soap with her wet eyelashes clumped together.

"What the hell happened to you?" Price said as soon as he saw her, sitting up properly.

"Got rained on, and uhm, I locked myself out," Angel said, squirming with embarrassment, her hands clutching the ends of her short skirt.

"Jesus…" He sighed and stood up, "Gaz, get her something to change into, and Soap, give her a towel and show her to the bathroom."

"You don't have to!" Angel quickly said, still dripping water next to their door, refusing to take a step in any direction. 

Price gave her an unimpressed look, "Really? You're dripping water all over the floor and you'll get sick." 

Angel pursed her lips and watched Price walk to the kitchen, turning on the kettle and preparing ginger tea for her.

Soap brought her a big towel, to wrap herself into and get to the bathroom, where Gaz handed her the smallest t-shirt he could find, a zip-up hoodie and a pair of shorts.

"I tried my best, I know none of this will fit but yeah-" Gaz mumbled, scratching the back of his neck and Angel smiled, shivering under the towel. 

"Thank you, Gaz." 

"No worries." He smiled and left her to change and dry up in the bathroom.

"Oh yeah," He stopped in his tracks and walked up to the bathroom's door, knocking twice, "Take a hot shower, you'll get warmer that way!" 

"Okay!" Angel said behind the door, wrestling with her wet skirt to pull it down.

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"Are you sure I need all of this?..." Angel asked, blowing on the mug containing the tea Price made her. 

"Angel, shut up." Price sighed, sitting next to her on the sofa. 

Angel was wrapped in a giant fluffy blanket, wearing military-grade warm socks, with a warm water bottle placed behind her back and a big mug of tea in her hands. 

"Damn, alright…" Angel rolled her eyes and took a sip of her tea, feeling it warm her body from the inside out.

Gaz sat down next to Price, curling up next to him and this time grabbing the remote control, looking for something to put in as background noise. 

Soap also came back down, but with Ghost this time, literally dragging him by the sleeve and making him sit down, curling next to him and throwing a leg over one of his ridiculously thick and strong thighs.

Angel noticed all of this but didn't say anything.

"So, how did ya lock yourself out?" Soap finally asked. 

"I was rushing and forgot my keys," Angel said, already annoyed at how she would need to call someone to unlock her door for her. 

"Went somewhere special? You looked nice." Soap said, making her smile. 

"Yeah, I went for coffee with a friend. And I bought a new ring!" She said and stuck out her hand to show him. 

Soap's eyes immediately sparkled with interest at the ring she showed him. Ghost glanced at him and at the silver ring she was showing him, and knew Johnny liked jewellery, especially silver.

Soap grabbed her hand and he leaned forward, "That's beautiful, where did you get it from?" 

The ring was silver with small pink and purple rocks on it, forming a little skull, obviously mimicking the tag on Kuromi's collar.

"This store is 20 minutes away from here by train! They have so many things and almost everything is unisex! I'll send you the address if you want?" Angel said, excited to be sharing something she found with him.

"I dinnae have your number though?" Soap realised. 

"Oh yeah," Angel was confused, with the number of times they've spoken and hung out, how come they don't have each other's numbers already?

"Alright, give me your number and I'll add you to our group chat so you can save their numbers as well, okay?" Soap said, taking out his phone and handing it to her. 

Angel typed in her number and saved her contact under 'Angel 👹'

When she handed him back his phone he snorted, "What type of emoji is that?"

"It's a demon!" She said with a grin and he laughed, shrugging it off.

The conversation was light and easy, they talked about random mundane things until Angel’s attention was stolen by the TV, she stared at the big screen with her mouth open and forgot to finish her sentence.

She snorted, and Gaz tilted his side to the side, “What’s up?”

“That’s you, John.” Angel pointed at the screen, where a big brown bear was napping under a tree on its back. Gaz and Soap started giggling like school girls at Price’s expression. Ghost on the other hand let out a small snort and pulled at the strings of his hoodie, trying to hide himself from his captain.

Price leaned forward, putting his hands on his knees and squinting at the screen like an old man, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“That’s literally exactly how you nap in the garden sometimes, and it’s cute!” Angel said, still laughing at his face.

“That’s not true, I literally have no idea what you’re talking about, the sun must’ve messed up with your head.” He said, shrugging and refusing to meet her eyes.

“John, stop playing, it’s you!” Angel whined, shaking his arm and making Gaz laugh harder.

“If I’m that bear, you’re that one.” He said, pointing at the TV. Angel glanced at the TV and saw a small cub falling on its face and getting a mouthful of dirt. She gasped at his audacity, “No, I’m not!”

“I have seen you almost trip outside when taking out the trash, 3 times already.” Price teased her, looking at her with a small smirk.

“And you laugh at a lady instead of preserving her reputation? How dare you, John!” Angel said with a hand on her chest and falling back on Soap with a hand against her forehead.

“That is not a way to treat a proper lady, John. Apologise!” Soap said, lower lip dramatically wobbling and cradling her head in his arms. 

“I’ll think about it.” Price chuckled at their antics and Gaz gasped, “Oh my days, you’re actually the worst.” 

“And yet, you still love me.” Price sighed.

“Unfortunately.” Gaz rolled his eyes and placed a kiss on the Captain’s temple before standing up and walking to the kitchen, to get himself a snack.

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“I think your clothes should be dry now,” Soap said, opening the tumble dryer’s door and watching Angel bend down to inspect her clothes.

“They are, thanks.” She grabbed the clothes and placed them on top of the dryer, closing the door with one hand.

Soap watched Angel fold her clothes in a neat pile and her skirt caught his attention. It was a pretty short brown pleated skirt, and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out to run his hand on the soft fabric. Angel stopped and stared at Soap’s entranced and focused face.

“Nice, isn’t it?” She smiled and he snapped back into reality, retrieving his hand to himself.

“What fabric is that?” He asked and Angel just stared at him, “I actually don’t know…”

“Wait, maybe it says on the tag inside.” She exclaimed and quickly grabbed the skirt, flipping it inside out and frowning, when it was nowhere to be seen, “Oh shit, I must’ve removed it and forgot, sorry Soap.”

If there’s one thing Soap can tell you he likes about the woman, is that she dresses well. Her personal style is so cool and unique to him, every time she’s about to leave for work, he stops and admires her choice of clothes for the day. At first, it embarrassed him, how much he enjoys clothes and colours and fashion, but then it took years of working through internalised self-hatred for him to enjoy ‘womanly’ things without feeling like utter shit about it in the comfort of his own room. Thanks, Dad for the trauma <3

“If you want, I can try to figure out where I bought it from and buy you one? So we can match?” Angel asked, grinning and holding the skirt up in her hands.

Soap’s eyes widened a bit and he quickly spluttered, “No, you dinnae have to! Please, don’t bother.”

“You don’t like the skirt?” Angel’s smile fell.

“No, I do! It's just you dinnae have to bother buying me one, It won’t suit me.” He said, laughing and scratching his arm, no humour behind his laugh, if anything it was tainted with embarrassment and a hint of shame.

Angel’s eyes softened, “Soap, what makes you think it won’t suit you? Have you seen your thighs and tiny -excuse my language- slutty waist?”

Soap blushed bright red and barked out a laugh, “What the shite, Angel?!”

“It’s true! Don’t tell me Ghost has never told you this before?” Angel asked, tilting her head to the side.

Soap took a sharp inhale through his nose and slammed the door of the kitchen shut, “What makes you think he-”

“The man’s practically obsessed with your thighs, every time you sit next to him his hands glue themselves to them, especially when you’re wearing shorts. And I don’t even blame him, you have killer thighs. In my opinion, it’s a crime you have to wear trousers-” Angel said, waving her hands and the skirt around, and Soap almost died and closed her mouth with his palm before he could stop himself.

“Alright!”

“Hmm??” Angel hummed behind his palm, eyes wide.

“You want to buy me a skirt? Okay, just- just don’t–” Soap said, letting out a shaky breath and slowly removing his hand from her mouth.

Angel blinked up at him with big shiny eyes, feeling the borrowed shorts slowly slide down her hips. “Are you free next Wednesday?” She asked and quickly reached down the tie the short’s strings tighter to stop them from sliding down.

“Yeah, why?”

“Let’s play dress up at mine,” Angel said, grinning up at Soap.

“You want to-”

“Let’s hang out, and I’ll show you my jewellery collection,” Angel added with a small smirk, raising her brows.

Soap gaped at her like a fish, his mouth agape, and groaned, throwing his head back, “Fine, At what time?”

“How about 3 in the afternoon?”

“I’ll bring snacks.” Soap nodded, feeling an odd soup of excitement and anxiety brew in his stomach.

“Perfect, see you then, Soap.” Angel winked and grabbed the collar of his shirt, dragging him down to place a kiss on his cheek and happily skipped out of the kitchen.

“PRICE, CAN YOU UNLOCK MY DOOR NOW, PLEASE?” He heard Angel call out in the living room and leaned against the tumble dryer, glancing down at his thighs in his shorts. He chuckled and shrugged, “I do have killer thighs.”

Outside in front of Angel’s front door, Price was squatting in front of the lock, picking at it with some tool Angel has never seen before she gasped when a small click was heard and Price pulled the doorknob down, opening it.

Price stood up and turned to her, “Here we go, now go look for those keys, to make sure they’re actually inside.”

Angel raised a brow, “Should I be worried you can unlock my doors?...” 

“No, why? Are you hiding something?” Price asked, with a hand on his hip, wearing a small smirk.

“Of course not.”

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[abeinginsand]

Happy belated bday to my awesome friend @cookies-over-yonder :D [ID: Digital art of Taylor and Lincoln from Dungeons and Daddies interacting. At the top, the two are walking through a blurred out city with Taylor pulling Lincoln's hand as they chat. Taylor has their cane, a cropped jacket, pants, boots, and a t shirt. His little horns and devil tail are visible. Lincoln has on the blue soccer varsity jacket and shorts with yellow shirt, blue cleats, socks, and shin guards. The bottom scene shows the two bust up and speaking through cups connected by string. The string has objects on it with a sword near Taylor and a shield near Lincoln. Sparkles and hearts are in the middle. Taylor has dull blue frame behind them while Link has a green one with soccer ball patterns. Taylor has on his long green jacket and a red shirt with a mickey mouse silhouette on it. ID end.]

[magicalrocketships]

Maybe you’ve moved on but I gotta ask.

How is de aged Max doing today? What is him and Daniel up to?

I will never have moved on from tiny Max. Never! He has my full and entire heart. I have at least three versions of this entire universe running concurrently in my head at any one time. But today Daniel has to find some clothes and shoes and toys for a newly small Max, and Max still refuses to tell him what he would like to eat for breakfast.

There is a POSSIBILITY that this link shows the stuff I've already posted in chronological order. Will it work on both mobile and browser? Who knows. Anyway, this bit follows directly on from this part.

1100 words of de-aged Max:

The woman who comes to deliver Max's Go Small stuff is called Charlotte, she's dressed impeccably, and she obviously thinks she's extremely good with children. 

She has, however, met her match in Max, because Max maintains the same stubborn silence he's been giving Daniel all morning. He folds his arms and sits on the sofa in Daniel's hastily washed and dried old Go Small kit, and barely allows Charlotte to measure his feet for some shoes. He does not answer any of her questions, and buries his face in Daniel's side when she has to put his foot in the foot measuring thingy.

Max is not very good in the morning when he's normal sized, but when he's just a baby and he's scared and trying to hide it and he's been up in the middle of the night having adventures with washing machines and unexpected baths and too-big Daniel t-shirts, well. He'd barely consented to eat any breakfast, even after Daniel had gone all out (little bowls of the two different types of cereal he has, another piece of toast with a jam smiley face on it, and then a fuck-it bowl of sweets from his bag of M&S Percy Pigs from when he was in Milton Keynes last month, because Max won't be small for long and he has to eat something). Max had sat at Daniel's table, sleepy and quiet and stubborn and shy, had eaten two bites of toast (avoiding the jam), a handful of cheerios, and three of the sweets. He'd eaten the sweets without taking his eyes off of Daniel's face, which remained creepy. He is absolutely not up for meeting strangers in Daniel's living room who do strange things like deposit bags and boxes in the doorway and then ask to measure his feet. 

"What kind of shoes would you like, Max?" Charlotte asks, which seems like a stupid question to ask given that Max has given her exactly zero interactions since she arrived, and he very clearly does not want any shoes at all. "We have red ones, and green ones, and blue ones, and some with pictures on, if you don't want a colour. We have Spider-man, and Pikachu, and—" 

For the very first time all day, Max makes a voluntary noise. His gaze darts to Daniel, his eyes bright. 

Daniel purposefully softens his smile. "Something there you like the sound of, Maxy-Max? Was it the green ones?"

Max shakes his head no.

"Well, it must be the Spider-man ones, then." He turns to Charlotte, giving her the ghost of a wink. "I think—"

"No," Max says quickly. When he says "Pikachu please," he says it so quickly the words run together, all mixed up like they've just run into a wall and scattered letters everywhere. 

"Pikachu, hey?" Daniel says. "That's a very good choice, Maxy-Max."

"They're in the van," Charlotte says, getting to her feet. "I'll go and get them, and some socks to match, maybe? Then we can try them on, make sure they fit nicely."

As she leaves, Max stares wide-eyed up at Daniel. "Pikachu shoes?"

"Pikachu shoes," Daniel agrees. "Pikachu, that's the chicken, right? Cluck-cluck."

"No," Max frowns. "Pikachu is a mouse, Daniel." 

"Right," Daniel says, nodding. "The purple mouse, I forgot. Silly Daniel."

"He is yellow," Max says, still frowning. "Pikachu is yellow and he's a mouse and he's the best one. He has a tail that goes like this--" he shapes out a lightning bolt in the air, kind of, and Daniel puts on his best learning face. "He likes ketchup."

"Ohhh," Daniel says. "Like you like tomato soup." 

Max's eyes get really wide. He beams.

Daniel rests his chin on his palm. "Do you know anything else about Pokemon? I don't think I know anything. I thought Pikachu was a purple chicken."

Max tells Daniel at least fifteen things about Pokemon before Charlotte comes back brandishing a pair of Pikachu trainers in one hand, and a bag of things to up-sell Daniel in the other. Daniel doesn't bother reviewing them, since they're clearly Pokemon clothes and books and socks and toys, and he's not exactly poor. If Max gets big again today, they can all go to some other Pokemon-obsessed seven year old. He agrees to take them all, even as Max tells him all about Charmander — his tail is on fire, Daniel, but he doesn't set on fire, it is all right, it is just his tail — and Squirtle, who Daniel believes is a horse and Max has to explain is a turtle.

"Of course," Daniel says, as he finishes velcroing Max's Pikachu trainers closed. They're teamed with matching socks. Daniel does not choose to think about what he's just paid for either of them. "Silly me. The horse is the other one, right?"

Max blinks at him like Daniel is extremely stupid. It's the cutest fucking thing Daniel has ever seen in his entire fucking life. He's seen that expression on Max's face before, only more grown up-shaped and usually directed towards the journalist with the stupidest question in any given press session. Right now the full baby force of it is directed towards him. 

"Jigglypuff, right?" Daniel says. "The horse?"

"He is not a horse, Daniel," Max says finally. Daniel's stupidity is clearly weighing heavy on him, because when Daniel gets up to say thank you and good bye to Charlotte, he gets up too, complete with new shoes, and hides behind Daniel's hip, hands to Daniel's waistband. He does not say goodbye. Daniel doesn't ask him to, particularly as when he shakes Charlotte's hand, she whispers, got yourself a handful there, and nods towards baby Max. 

Daniel is glad that he's standing as a physical shield between her and Max, because right now he feels like he could evolve into some kind of huge fucking terrifying Pokemon if anyone on the planet said anything mean about the scared little boy clutching his t-shirt. "I've got pretty big hands," he says finally, and shuts the door on her. 

Then, he turns back around to Max, who's looking down in wonder at his yellow Pikachu trainers and matching socks, his hand still tangled in Daniel's shirt. 

"You like your new shoes, Maxy?"

"Yes," Max says, wiggling his toes. "Is she coming back?"

"No," Daniel says, as Max slips his hand into his. Daniel's heart expands about fifteen sizes. "Do you want to look at your new book about flags?"

"A book about flags?" Max asks, blinking. 

"Yeah," Daniel says, grabbing the package off the table. "You want to look?"

"Yes, please," Max says, and doesn't let go of Daniel's hand. 

[continues here]

[queerandcartoons]

i took as many screenshots of the doors in The Amazing Digital Circus's "bedroom" hallway

i'm getting really into The Amazing Digital Circus, and noticed the doors when Pomni, Ragatha, and Jax went to go meet Kaufmo.

before we begin, which i'll put below the cut, please excuse me bad screenshots. Spoilers below, obviously!

We have the recognizable characters-

Ragatha, Jax, Gangle, Kinger, Pomni, and Zooble.

We then have Kaufmo-

I'm separating him cause a) the above section has six, and six is an even number and b) he'll soon have an X on his face, most likely next time we see him.

Speaking of X's on the face- there are a LOT of characters with X's crossed over their faces.

Notably, we have Queener, the only named character (that i know of) that is off-screen "abstracted" and therefore placed in the cellar-

Now here is my X-ed out character door spam and shitty screenshot collection, arranged from most "clear" to least "clear", which is dictated by camera angle and by screen quality-

We have- 1) Yellow sad clown with (bunny?) long ears and blue collar. 2) a orange/yellow and green Squrimle (worm on a string) 3) a yellow/orange dog 4) a purple creature, maybe with one eye? 5) a pastel blue/green sock puppet with a pink/purple stripe, blue inner ears, and a red flower (gives me the same vibes as the mouse from Bear in the Big Blue House, or maybe something else I remember watching on playhouse disney...but that's just me idk) 6) purple dragon/dinosaur with colorful scales

Here we have 1) blue 2) ???? with yellow/pink mixed in 3) ????? i genuinely don't know but it seems to be white, blending in with the background 4) colorful jester? and 5) yellow

Other doors have this on it-

This is one of those wooden dolls used as sn art reference figurine, and there are many of them. At first, I thought they were placeholders for newcomers, and this image would be replaced with the image of a character once they join the circus, but no. Later in the episode, Caine and Bubble are in a fancy restaurant dining area, and these dolls act as filler around them, "eating" at the restaurant as other patrons.

My only question is, what are these things? My best guess are the NPCs Jax mentioned at the beginning of the pilot, but to be completely honest, NPCs usually aren't given rooms alongside the main characters. We also see them around, simply existing. First when Pomni is searching for Caine and sees one in a bathtub, and second, when Caine and Bubbles are in a nice restaurant, with the wooden dolls serving as other patrons

[golden--doodler]

I just had to draw this adorable Owl House moment with my babies Gene and Alexis. It was just too good of an opportunity to pass up!!

I also somehow completely forgot to put Alexis’ Mickey Mouse on their shirt, which is a true travesty, and I apologize 😔

[ID]: Digital fanart of Gene Belcher and Alexis Franklin-De La Vega (an OC) from Bob’s Burgers. Alexis has quite tan skin, fluffy, light brown hair and light brown eyes. They are wearing a dark purple shirt and light purple pants. They are also wearing pink shoes with white socks. They also have dark purple glasses. They are being carried by Gene, who has short, fluffy black hair and brown eyes, along with light skin. He also has a light yellow shirt and gray pants. He has an amused expression on his face whilst Alexis has a shocked expression on their face. They are saying, surprised, “Oh wow. Sports! :O”. The two of them are standing in the middle of a bright, picturesque forest.

[valy-gc]

Heartslabyul rules

Soooo... we only knows a bunch of rules from Heartslabyul... and I decided to try create some.

I didn't actually finished yet because... well that's a LOT!! O_O

But I want to make the full list! It can help peoples who are writing fanfics ;)

So here is the list. Thoses officially from the games have the indication of where we have the info

Have fun imagining yours and I'll add them to the list! :D

001 | You must knows all 810 rules by heart.

002 | Every Monday, you must wear red and black striped socks

003 | You must walk backwards through your home on the 9th day of every month.

004 | You must greet each other with a curtsy or a bow

005 | Every Friday, you must wear a crown made of flowers if you’re out of your house after 9pm.

006 | It is forbidden to eat anything purple on Thursdays.

007 | It is forbidden to eat any dessert on friday evening without first reciting a rhyme about it

008 | If you see a blue caterpillar you must recite him a poem

009 | It is forbidden to eat carrots without singing a carrot-themed song.

010 | Every resident must have a collection of top hats.

011 | It is mandatory to sign names with a heart instead of a dot

012 | It is mandatory to wear a tutu while doing laundry.

013 | It is forbidden to step on cracks in the pavement

014 | It is forbidden to eat anything with a square shape on Mondays.

015 | It is forbidden to eat anything with a triangular shape on Sundays.

016 | On Tuesdays, you must wear mismatched shoes.

017 | It is forbidden to eat anything with a round shape on Fridays.

018 | You must wear a crown made of seashells at the beach.

019 | It is forbidden to wear the color yellow on Wednesdays.

020 | You must have a collection of playing cards and display them in tyour rooms

021 | On the first day of spring, you must hop everywhere you go.

022 | The use of ordinary playing cards as coasters is strictly prohibited

023 | You must not bring cats into areas of festivity (0-3)

024 | You must only speak in rhymes on the second Wednesday of each month.

025 | There must always be a tea party on the 5th day of every month (Prerelease Comic)

026 | It is forbidden to open an umbrella indoors, unless it is raining outside.

027 | You must wear mismatched gloves whenever it snows.

028 | It is mandatory to have a tea party with at least one stuffed animal present.

029 | You must only use quill and ink to write on Sundays.

030 | It is forbidden to say the word ‘rabbit’ on the first day of the month.

031 | It is forbidden to say the word ‘mouse’ in the presence of a cat.

032 | It is mandatory to paint one fingernail green every Friday.

033 | You must always wear a pocket watch, but it must never tell the correct time.

034 | It is forbidden to whistle indoors on Saturdays.

035 | It is forbidden to read a book without first reading the last page.

036 | It is forbidden to use a door when a window is available on the third Thursday of every month.

037 | You must not step on any shadows during a full moon.

038 | It is forbidden to use a spoon when a fork will do.

039 | You must always carry a key that not open any door.

040 | It is forbidden to eat bread without first toasting it and letting it cool.

041 | It is forbidden to eat an apple without first peeling it and cutting it into slices.

042 | It is forbidden to wear socks with sandals.

043 | You must always stir your tea counter-clockwise.

044 | All persons more than a mile high must leave the court immediately. (Rule from Alice in Wonderland)

045 | Coffee is forbbiden

046 | It is forbidden to eat cheese unless it’s presented on a miniature silver platter.

047 | You must carry a pebble in your pocket at all times; it’s to be named and introduced to new acquaintances.

048 | It is forbidden to open a book without first announcing its title aloud.

049 | You must wear a scarf with exactly seven stripes on the first windy day of the month.

050 | You must not enter a closed room without first knocking three times, even if it’s empty.

051 | It is forbidden to drink water without first toasting to someone’s health.

052 | You must not eat spaghetti without twirling it on a fork exactly four times.

053 | You must wear a piece of jewelry that jingles when you walk, for a week, once a year.

054 | It is mandatory to have a secret handshake with at least three other persons.

055 | You must not use the color pink in any artwork during the month of May

056 | You must only write in cursive on the last day of each month.

057 | It is forbidden to wear hats indoors unless it’s a Sunday.

058 | It is forbidden to eat soup without a garnish of edible flowers.

059 | You must wear a cloak with at least three different colors on rainy days.

060 | It is forbidden to use the same teacup more than once in a week.

061 | It is mandatory to carry a hand fan decorated with ribbons during the summer.

062 | It is forbidden to read poetry aloud unless you’re standing on one foot.

063 | It is forbidden to wear laced shoes on the first Monday of the month.

064 | It is forbidden to use pencils; only pens with purple ink are allowed.

065 | You must wear a ring that glows in the dark every Wednesday.

066 | It is mandatory to leave a small treat for the dormouse every evening.

067 | You must not pass a bookshelf without selecting a book and reading one sentence aloud.

068 | It is mandatory to have a riddle contest with a friend once a week.

069 | It is forbidden to walk; you must skip or hop everywhere on the second Tuesday of the month.

070 | You must serve cookies shaped like stars during a new moon

071 | You must not play checkers with anyone wearing green

072 | You must dance with a broom if the clock strikes exactly 1pm at the moment you watch it

073 | You must not look into a mirror while eating jam

074 | If you wake-up between 2am and 3am you must get up and go outside to compliment the moon ; If there is no moon, bow to the stars before going back to bed.

075 | You must not hum while holding a red apple

076 | You must not pass a salt shaker directly to another person

077 | You must only write with green ink during a thunderstorm

078 | You must not cross your arms while standing on one leg

079 | You must only eat soup with a fork on the third Thursday of the month

080 | You must wear a feather behind your ear when the wind blows east

081 | You must not play hopscotch unless you've seen a cloud shaped like a teapot

082 | You must not catch butterflies unless you promise to tell them a story

083 | You must not use the stairs on days when you've seen a rainbow

084 | You must wear a necklace made of candy on your half-birthday

085 | You must not use bookmarks made of paper on windy days

086 | You must wear a ribbon in your hair when the first snow falls

087 | You must not eat cake with a fork on odd days

088 | You must only drink milk from a glass with a red straw

089 | You must not eat the Queen’s tarts without her permission (1-2)

090 | You must not play the flute unless the moon is visible

091 | You must not pick up pennies found on the ground

092 | You must not play marbles unless there's a rainbow

093 | You must wear a necklace of daisies when the first leaf falls

094 | You must not drink orange juice after you've seen a squirrel

095 | You must carry a lantern if you walk in the forest at dusk

096 | If you spill your tea, you must apologize to each droplet before cleaning it up

097 | If a butterfly lands on your nose, you must balance a spoon on your head for an hour

098 | If you find a four-leaf clover, you must wear it in your hair until it wilts

099 | When you hear an owl hoot, you must recite your favorite poem upside down

100 | If a falling leaf land on your head, you must keep it safe in a book until the next full moon

102 | You must not pass under a bridge if you've eaten cheese that day

103 | If you lose a sock, you must wear a teacup on your head until it reappears

104 | When you hear thunder, you must swap a secret with the nearest tree

105 | If you laugh three times before noon, you must walk backwards for the rest of the day

106 | When a frog croaks, you must reply with a poem about rain

107 | You must not open windows if you've sung in the shower

108 | You must not say your own name out loud on days with a double rainbow

109 | You must not wear green on days when you've seen a lizard (does Malleus count?)

110 | If you spill salt, you must throw it over your left shoulder while hopping on one foot

111 | If you catch a spider, you must recite a riddle to it before setting it free

112 | If you find a lost button, you must sew it onto your sleeve, regardless of its color

113 | When you see a cloud shaped like a fish, you must sing a sea shanty

114 | If you spill ink, you must write a letter of apology to the inkwell

115 | If you step on a crack, you must immediately spin around three times

116 | You must not eat peas unless you've counted them first

117 | If you accidentally sneeze on a Tuesday, you must immediately find a clover and present it to the nearest tree

118 | You must wear a ring on your thumb if you've heard a dog bark before dawn

119 | You must not use a fork if you've seen a rainbow before breakfast

120 | When you see a cloud shaped like a heart, you must send a love letter to the sky

121 | You must not wear blue shoes on days when you've eaten chocolate

122 | You must never cross your legs while sitting

123 | If you accidentally step on an ant, you must sing a lullaby at the next sunset to apologize

124 | When you get soaking wet, you must dry off with a run in the ocean (Endless Halloween night 4-8)

125 | When you hear a woodpecker, you must tap your feet in rhythm until it stops

126 | If you see a worm, you must draw a map in the dirt with a stick

127 | If you see a cloud that looks like a dragon, you must immediately find a stone to guard

128 | When you see a butterfly, you must follow it until it lands

153 | The only tea you may drink in the evenings is herbal tea (1-14)

168 | If you stutter more than three times in a sentence, you must hop on one foot while reciting the alphabet backwards.

186 | Do not eat hamburger steak on Tuesdays (1-9)

228 | You must not pick flowers from the garden on Wednesdays (SM 2-2)

249 | You must wear pink while feeding the flamingos (1-19)

256 | You must not drink lemonade with honey past 8 PM (1-14)

271 | You must get up from the table within 15 minutes after eating (1-9)

304 | On days when a hedgehog sneezes, all card soldiers must sing a song together. (Comic Ch.4)

339 | Your after-meal tea must be lemon tea with 2 sugar cubes (1-9)

346 | You must not play croquet in the gardens past 5 PM (2-12)

412 | If you see a pair of moving eye-glasses in the forest, you must not go back the way you came (Happy Beans Day 2021 - Ch.31)

469 | Flowers must be both red and white when you invite over a new acquaintance (Trey Ceremony PS)

529 | If you eat steak on a night with a full moon, a cat must play the violin. (Happy Beans Day 2021 - Ch.2)

562 | Do not bring marron tarts to an Unbirthday Tea Party (1-16)

648 | You must brush your teeth 2 times on nights when you eat turkey (Trey School PS)

703 | Whoever comes in 2nd place during a croquet match must serve tea to the Queen the next day (Ghost Marriage 14)

[ihateasthma]

I genuinely dont know why people say corn sakes are hard to take care of/corn snakes are gross or that they are afraid of snakes bc ive been working on digital school stuff and X-Cape likes his sock. He's been like this for around 2 hours now

@yellow-computer-mouse

[pompadourpink]

Les virelangues

Seize chaises sèchent - Sixteen chairs are drying

Le petit chat chassait les souris qui sont sous les coussins - The little cat chased the mice that are under the cushions

Didon dîna dit-t-on du dos dodu d’un dodu dindon - Dido dined, or so they say, on the plump back of a plump turkey 

Si six scies scient six cyprès, six scies scient six cyprès - If six saws saw six cypresses, six saws saw six cypresses

Choisis 600 chouchous et si ces 600 chouchous sont chouettes, choisis-en 600 autres - Choose 600 scrunchies and if those 600 scrunchies are nice, choose 600 more

Piano, panier, panier, piano - piano, basket, basket, piano

Un pâtissier qui pâtissait chez un tapissier qui tapissait, demanda un jour au tapissier qui tapissait : vaut-il mieux pâtisser chez un tapissier qui tapisse ou tapisser chez un pâtissier qui pâtisse ? - A pastry chef who was baking at an upholsterer who upholstered's once asked the upholsterer who upholstered: Is it better to bake for an upholsterer who upholders or to uphold for a pastry chef who bakes?

Les chaussettes de l'archiduchesse sont-elles sèches ou archisèches ? - Are the archduchess's socks dry or very dry?

Tu t'entêtes à tout tenter, tu t'uses et tu te tues à tant t'entêter - You persist in trying everything, you wear yourself out and kill yourself by being so stubborn

Trois ogres ocre griment trois autres ogres d’encre ocre - Three ochre ogres scratch three other ogres with ochre ink

Trois tristes tigres trônaient dans un arbre qui trônait au milieu d'un trianon - Three sad tigers were seated in a tree that was seated in the middle of a trianon

Ah ! pourquoi Pépita, sans répit, m'épies-tu ? Dans les bois Pépita, pourquoi te tapis-tu ? Tu m'épies sans pitié, c'est piteux de m'épier ! - Ah, why do you spy on me, Pepita, without respite? In the woods, Pepita, why do you lurk? You spy on me without mercy, it's pitiful to spy on me!

Un chasseur sachant chasser sans son chien est un chasseur qui chasse sans chien mais qui chasse quand même - A hunter who knows how to hunt without his dog is a hunter who hunts without a dog but who still hunts

Si vous voulez vous venger, rendez-vous vite - If you want to get revenge, surrender quickly

Douze douches douces - Twelve sweet showers

Je veux et j'exige les joyaux de ces jolis et joyeux oiseaux jasant - I want and demand the gems of these pretty and cheerful chattering birds 

Étant sorti sans parapluie, il m'eût plus plu qu'il plût plus tôt - Having gone out without an umbrella, I would have liked it better if it had rained earlier

Satan montant des cendres s’attend à descendre mon thé. Sentant mon thé, je monte. Satan m’entendant monter, redescend cendres et mon thé, mais Satan s’étend, et cendres et mon thé descendent - Satan rising from the ashes expects to down my tea. Smelling my tea, I go upstairs. Satan hearing me coming upstairs, brings down ashes and my tea, but Satan extends, and ashes and my tea come down

Fait faire à Fabien fourbe et fautif force farces fausses et fantasques - Makes the deceitful and faulty Fabien play many false and fantastic pranks

Le cri du cygne qui crissait dans le cristal des cris d'oiseaux qui crissaient - The cry of the swan that was screeching in the crystal of the cries of birds that were screeching

Seize jacinthes jaunes sèchent dans seize sachets sales - Sixteen yellow hyacinths are drying in sixteen dirty bags

Un généreux déjeuner régénérerait des généraux dégénérés - A generous lunch would regenerate degenerate generals

Le chaton qui chassait le chat qui chassait la souris qui chassait le rat qui mangeait du fromage - The kitten who chased the cat who chased the mouse who chased the rat who ate cheese

Movie: Les demoiselle de Rochefort - Jacques Demy, 1967

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[thealwriteytrashdump]

The Night Goddess

An Albert Wesker x Reader one shot Smut fic

“Please make yourself at home, Dearheart.” 

His voice had a sultry deep tone as he shook the water from his tousled sandy hair, slicking it back in an attempt to fix it back to how he usually styles it. He shook his heavy coat off, damp from the pouring rain outside and hung it up the rack, kicking off his loafers, and placed them in the little shoe cupboard next to the door. He glanced at you, as you stood awkwardly in his dark apartment, scared to make a mess. He stood tall next to you, unbuttoning the two top buttons on his blue uniform shirt, bending down and taking your calves gently, his burning hot hands soft but callused against your clampy frozen skin as he gently slid off the old scuffed heels you wore, rubbing your feet in a small attempt to get you warm. 

Watching him kneel before you, quietly, you shivered as he felt up your leg, the warmth contrasting the ice in your veins, his icy blue eyes looking up your body to your face, he squeezed your thighs gently, before standing to his full height, towering over you and unintentionally caging you against the wall. He reached up and rested a warm hand on your cheek, bringing your face up to look at him. You let him, let him do as he pleases, as he ran his nearly scalding hands on your deathly cold body. 

“How long were you out there?” He asks quietly, studying your face, and pushing back your unbrushed, stringy wet hair from your face. Staring solemnly into his eyes, you don’t answer him, and he sighs. 

“I’ll run a hot bath, come here dear.” he says finally, and gently leads you across the darkened minimalistic catalog of a living room. White couches, with black accent pillows, a glass coffee table complete with a vase of seemingly fake flowers to light up the dead room, and a floor lamp in the corner. A large tv on a black metal and glass stand, a standard living room but soulless in the decor. The open floor plan leads to the bare kitchen off to the side, a bowl of fruit on the counter for display. 

You held up the hem of your soaking wet ratty slip dress in your hands, afraid to make a mess in his nice, clean, empty home. The fabric hung limp against you, stretched beyond form. You follow him dutifully, quietly as a mouse, to his luxurious bathroom. Wesker steps in and turns on the light, you stop at the door, just inside on the tile so you don’t ruin the nice hardwood flooring in his bedroom. You begin to shiver violently from the cold, trying your hardest not to chatter your teeth. He takes his socks off and tosses them into his hamper, turning back to guide you further into his spacious bathroom. 

He brings out fluffy towels, and sits at the edge of the large tub, turning on the faucets to full, adjusting the temperature for you. 

“Strip.” He commands and you do as he says. Letting the slip fall from your shoulders onto the floor, stepping out of it and picking it up, holding it in your hands unsure of what to do with it. 

Wesker lets the water run, adding in some of the bubbles you mentioned liking off-handed to him once, before turning back to you. He takes you in, the yellowing bruises on your body, the fresh welts, the ruined old ripped slip dress in your hands, despite him telling you he could buy you new clothes. You always declined, saying the slip dress was comfortable, and he never pushed it. He pulled you towards him gently, taking the slip and tossing it into the hamper for you. He sat on the tub, bringing you to stand in front of him naked as the day you were born, beautiful, despite the dirt smudged on your nose, and the yellowing bruises fading away on your arms and chest. The marks of others but, you were still beautiful.

He traced patterns on your cold skin, running his warm palms over your soft tummy, dragging them down your sides, you stood waiting for his commands as always, letting him touch you how he wanted. He brought you closer, squeezing your hips gently, hands roaming back to the meat of your ass, he kneaded gently before rubbing up your back.

He looked up into your eyes, filled with adoration and something else much darker. You smiled for him but looked away when you saw his eyes, he was an open book. 

“Step into the bath, Dearheart. Let me clean you.” he said as he let you go, turning back to turn off the hot water. Doing as he commanded, you stepped into the warm water gratefully, finally making a noise as you sigh in relief. He smiles at you gently, taking some of his nice smelling shampoo and gently washing your hair for you as you relax in the bath. 

He gently teases out the knots in your hair, massage the shampoo into your scalp, and rubbing the nape of your neck gently, coaxing out quiet moans from you. His large hands gently with your fragile form, he took the detachable shower head and rinsed your hair, repeating the process with the conditioner, quiet as he works. 

He checks the water, making sure it’s still warm for you before guiding you to lean forward as he takes a washcloth, gently cleaning you, taking his time with every inch of your body, his hands smoothing over the sensitive skin on your shoulders, rubbing down each of your arms gently. 

He gently kisses the tips of your fingers, before returning them to the water, sliding down to his knees, to continue washing your torso and legs, his hands teasingly squeezing your calves and massaging that sensitive spot just behind your knees that makes you arched in the tub, eyes closed in bliss. He worships your body thoroughly, cleaning every inch and massaging to relax you in the warm water. You don’t look at him, just staring at his hands as they work, watching them glide over your wet skin smoothly. 

The water is so warm, so pleasant, you could fall asleep, much different from the heavy downpour outside, he reached in further, dragging the washcloth against your folds, washing every part of you, making sure to flick your little nub teasingly, making you moan softly and buck slightly against his hand. 

“That’s a good girl..” he says quietly, “Ready to come out?” 

Nodding, you attempted to get out while Wesker turned to grab the fluffy bath towels he set out, scooping you in them and lifting you onto the counter. He dried you as sensually as he washed you, rubbing the second towel on your feet, patting up your legs dangling over the edge. He pulled you closer to the edge, and you opened your legs for him, a soft noise in your throat as you felt him kiss your inner thighs down to the junction of your hip. He spread your folds to take a look, studying your cunt like an art piece, leaning and placing a passionate kiss against your outer lips, sighing in content as he continued. He licked your little hole, tasting your juices as they leaked out of you, nuzzling his large straight nose into your clit. You flushed as you felt him press into you, sighing as he stuck his tongue in, wet and hot. 

He groaned into you, a deep vibrating moan that sent tingles up your spine, as he held your legs apart pulling you closer to him, practically holding you up as he ate you out like a man starved. He flattened his tongue, licking up to your clit and gently sucked, flicking the tip of his tongue over the nub as one of his hands forced you to lay back on his bathroom counter holding you flat as you tried to arch into him. Your mouth hung ajar as he continued unabashed. 

Completely at his mercy, you could only watch him as he did you, the first time in the night you met his stare head on. Your voice cracked as you moaned loudly, clenching around nothing as he sucked harder against your clit. A sharp pain caused you to scream loudly in euphoria as he nipped your poor little nub harshly, quickly soothing the pain into more pleasure with his tongue as you wriggled against his hand still pressing on your lower belly. You fell back against the counter, losing yourself in that continuous heightened pleasure, wanting so badly to rock against him. 

“Spread your legs wider like a good little slut.” he commanded as his other palm slides up your thigh to your core, pressing in a finger, groaning deeply when he feels you clench him hard.

“..Fuck..” He breathed against you, diving back quickly. He’s lapping at your clit desperately, humming his love for you against your core as he fingered you, reaching that spot that has you spasming against his hands. He adds another digit, stretching your little hole for him later.

“Go on, sing for me. That’s it, sweetheart.” He coaxes, his voice deeper, huskier, his icy blue eyes blown out with desire as he watched you lost in your pleasure, desperately moaning. Your voice goes an octave higher, a tell tale sign that you’re close, so close. You don’t need to say anything for him to know, he can feel it. He added another finger, and another stretching you wide, as he nipped your bud, arching his fingers up into that spot and forcing you to the very edge before he pulled away quickly. A strangled whine left your lips, as he pants onto your cunt.

He forced you to feel that intense pleasure, the kind that makes your legs quake and your toes curl, almost tipping over before he pulls away to leave you desperate in his absence. You’re ragged and ruined, chest heaving heavily, face flushed and sweating, as you look back into his eyes, a mischievous little glint in his loving eyes. He chuckled huskily, standing to his full height again, leaning over you as he kisses you roughly, the hand on your stomach sliding up to hold your neck, he squeezed lightly, 

“Not yet, darling, I’m not finished.” He brings up his hand soaked in your juices, to your mouth, 

“Open.” 

As he commanded, you opened your mouth, letting him slip his fingers in, he felt around scissoring and pinching your tongue lightly, felt your breath cool his fingers slightly.  

“Close.” Your mouth closes, your juices on your tongue, savory slightly sweet. He grinned, eyes watching your warm mouth obey him, he flicked his steel gaze up to your eyes, grinning wide, 

“Suck.” He felt you dutifully suckle on his fingers, felt your warm wet tongue lick up your own juices eagerly, and that feeling went straight down to his cock. 

He watches you, taking mental images of your fuck ruined face, the glossy eyes with the pupil so dilated, they’re dark with lust, the way you look up at him through your lashes. The way your mouth puckers around his fingers. He would compare how they look around his cock. The thought makes him twitch in his cargo pants. 

“Good fucking girl.” he breathed, rutting against your wet core, squeezing your neck more as he contemplates how to ruin you tonight. Your hands gently hold his arm, raking your nails over him gently.

There was no doubt in his mind, he wants you, he may have always wanted you, ever since his first night with you. He pulls his fingers from your mouth with a pop, kissing you deeply, crushing your body with his, desperate to feel you in any way he can. His arms snake around you, lifting you up and against him as he carries you into the darkened bedroom, tossing you down on the bedroom, quickly removing his shirt and pants, eager to finally have you, he ripped off his boxers without much ceremony. He watched as you begin to turn over like how he usually likes it, 

“No, lay flat on your back, and hold yourself open to me, I want to see that wet pussy. ” he commanded and you obey, spreading your legs wide for him, hands opening your juicy folds to him, begging him with your eyes to fuck you good. 

“Good.. Good girl.. Do you want Daddy to fuck you?” He breathed as he pulled your body to the edge of the bed, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your folds. He bites back a moan, it has been too long since he felt your velvety warmth. It takes all of his strength not just to ram into you like he wants, fucking into you with mad desire. No, he wants you to beg him, he wants to feel desired like how he desires you.

His hands roam your body. Feeling your curves and kneading your breasts, settling on your neck and holding you down as he continued to rub the bulbous tip of his head against your twitching little hole, he licked his lips, swallowed the spit and looked into your pleading eyes. 

He pushes in, and almost immediately, you cry out, a needy little whine, the sound delicious in his ears. He makes a choked noise, gritting his teeth and trying to breathe through the intense but soft tightness. He concentrated on how soft you feel, how hot your pussy is around his cock. He can feel you pulse your walls and he almost loses it, he squeezed your throat and yours fly to his arm for support again.   

“Fuck Dearheart, you’re so tight still..” He hissed and closes his eyes, bottoming out and staying there, enjoying how you struggling against him, trying to fuck him. He struggled to keep control.

“Beg for it, my darling, beg me to fuck you.” He says, pulling out, shakily pumping in slowly and back out, he opened his eyes when you whine again, nails raking against his arm, 

“Alby, please. I need your cock, stop teasing me!” you say, trying to rut against him. He groans out, chuckling breathlessly, 

“Come now my dear, you can do better than that… Can’t you?” He teases, choking out another noise when you clench around him again. 

“Fuck Albert, please! I need you to ruin me! I only want you. No one else can compare anymore!” You cry, and that breaks him. He snapped his hips forward quickly, setting a brutal pace, watching your face morph from desperate need to pained pleasure, watches the way your breasts bounced when he fucks you. He loved hearing you babble your love for him, your praise of his cock, about how good you felt. 

“Albert! You stretch me out so good.~” 

God you were so beautiful. A beautiful goddess of the night he was desperate to have. He leaned up, releasing your throat to hold your legs open, raking his ravenous gaze down over your gorgeous body, finally settling on where his cock disappeared into your body, over and over. Again and again. 

He could feel you build back up, hear it in your voice. He needed it, he needed you to cum, 

“Cum you little slut, Cum for me.” he commanded through gritted teeth, he felt you tip over, the scream you released, the hard spasm of your cunt, almost sending him too. He dug his nails into your sensitive flesh, trying to ground himself desperately. 

He could feel every little flutter of your pussy walls, the way your body twitched as he powered through your orgasm, he threw your legs over his shoulders, spreading you out to see himself fuck that tight cunt of yours. 

Every noise you made, sent him to a higher plane of existence, his palm slid up to rest on your navel, pressing down. Loving that strangled cry you made as he did it, his ass clenching as he concentrated on your pleasure. He angled himself upwards, searching for that spot that had you screaming and saying his name as your prayer. When he did find it, he began to rub your clit, exactly how you liked it. Fast tight little circles, you vaulted again suddenly, arching into him, hands clenching his sheets.

“Albert! Fuck!” You arch yourself up more, chasing your high as he pounds into you, chasing his. 

“You dirty little slut! Who told you to cum again?” he barked, speeding up as he lost control. He loved that he made you do that, unable to control yourself with him. The boost to his ego alone made you worthy of all of his love.

He leaned over you, needing to feel you all over. He pistons into you, groaning against you clinging to him, scratching him up like a wild cat, 

“Fuck, dearest.. I’m-” He lost his breath as you latched onto his neck, biting hard on his jugular, 

The sudden sharp pain was the last straw, he pulled out, pulling away to quickly bringing your thighs together to fuck out his seed into. He shook as he came, spilling out over your thighs and stomach. He nearly roared from the intensity, shuddering hard, as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. 

Wesker stayed like that, fucking your thighs lazily, the aftershocks almost too much for him. His eyes opened and as he looked down at you, this beautiful woman, his very own angel. He sighed content, watching your chest heaved, and tears leak out of your eyes, too lost in your own bliss, and he loved that he was the one who made you feel like that. He would save that mental image too. Engrave it into his soul. 

‘I love you.’ it was on the tip of his tongue, he almost said it. He wanted to, desperately. He collapsed next to you on the bed, watching you lick up his cum from your stomach like a whore, his cock twitch again. 

Fuck, you were perfect.

“Hold on, dearheart, let me get a rag.” 

You watched him get up, watched the way his firm ass jiggled when he walked, the way his back muscles rippled as he moved. He was indeed a beautiful man, a fallen angel. Turning to the window, you noticed the rain stopped, the sky still dark though. Waiting patiently for him to come back, and when he did with warm wet cloth, you let him clean you off. He whispered sweet nothing in your ear, telling you about how perfect you were.

He did like taking care of you, you noted numbly. He tossed the washcloth at the bathroom door, crawling into bed with you. He curled into you, obviously tired, holding you against him as he fell asleep. You were tired too, wanting desperately to fall asleep in his strong arms and have it be okay. 

A quick glance to his alarm clock says it was 3am, it was almost time for you to go. 

“Don’t leave this time.” he mumbles into your hair, pulling you harder against him. 

“Okay. Good night, Alby. “ 

“Good night, my goddess.” He slurred, exhausted after a long day. 

Like always, you waited for him to fall asleep, grateful he was a heavy sleeper. You never charged him extra for the aftersex cuddles. Taking the money from his wallet, you cleaned a bit for him, mostly just placing towels in the hamper, draining the dirty bath water and wiping it out. You searched for your slip, quietly slipping out Albert’s bedroom. Your dress was still damp but you put on anyway, creeping to his front door to find your uncomfortable heels. Slipping those on, you paused before opening the door, sad to leave yet again. 

With a soft sigh, you open the door, slipping out into the cold damp night again. 

[linkedspirit-fanartfunart]

[Image Description: the Linked Spirit AU Links as MLP Ponies. They are all in a sort of line. Bean and Forest are orange unicorns, Bean is an adult, leaping and looking backward. His cutie mark is a blue ocarina. Smith is a white pegasus with mouse front feet and ears. They have green, purple, blue and red colors on their wings and feather tail. Ver cutie mark is a multicolor four leaf clover with symbols of each element on each petal. Sky is a light blue pegasus with red and gold wing tips. His cutie mark is the Master Sword, but the hilt looks more like open wings. Hero's Spirit is a teal unicorn with pink hair. They float above Sky, looking nervous. Their cutie mark is a shield. Forest is a foal behind Sky, looking backward at Ordon. His cutie mark is an hourglass with a handle, making it look similar to the Fierce Deity Sword. Ordon appears to be a clydesdale, with the wolf link colors and markings. His cutie mark is a gold ordonian goat. Wild is a blue pegasus with white wing tips and socks. Their cutie mark is obscured by a scar. Wind is a yellow earth pony with blue hair, and a whale tail cutie mark. He looks down at Engineer, who is also a yellow earth pony, with dark hair. He has the engineer uniform on, and a leg brace with wheels on the bottom. His cutie mark is a gear with a gold triangle in the center. Hope is a pegasus flying above, with reddish dark socks and a tan body. He has curly red and gold hair. Her cutie mark is a heart with the triforce in the center. Finally, Rinku is a pink bunny-eared earth pony, with pink hair. A blue skirt obscures her cutie mark. End ID]

Woe, ponies be upon you! I have decided to indulge my pony drawing desires.

[sailtomarina]

Your Royal Highness

“DRACO!”

“What!?”

“DID YOU FEED CROOKSHANKS?”

He ran a hand across his stubbled jaw as he considered the behemoth cat glaring right back at him, yellow eyes narrowed in a squashed orange face. The food in the bowl between them sat untouched despite him having poured it out more than 10 minutes prior.

“I did, but he won’t eat it!”

Hermione rounded the corner into the kitchen in her smart dress suit, all tight fabric and curves. He reached out a hand for a grab that was easily swatted aside.

“That’s because you only gave him his dry kibble. You need to add some of the food in the fridge.”

As she whisked away the bowl, Draco leveled his best side eye at her familiar. The bastard sat there licking his paws without a care in the world, as if he was owed only what the best money had to offer. Which was ridiculous, really, because Draco actually knew everything that money could buy and that smug creature did not deserve it.

“Here, see? You need to use this amount and evenly mix it in.” She handed him back the cat dish before pecking him on the cheek, squeezing his bum (the hypocrite), and rushing to the Floo. “I’ll see you at dinner tonight!”

Draco turned to face off once more with his furry nemesis. “Here you go, your Royal Highness, Crookshanks of the Flat Face, Lord of the Hidden Cottage, Half-blood Kneazle King, and My Worst Enemy.”

He dropped the dish onto the counter and yanked his hand away just before the beast swiped it with claws fully extended.

“You better believe I’m grabbing me some witch arse tonight, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Draco really should have felt ashamed at taunting Hermione’s familiar; he was only a cat, after all. There were times where he swore the animal was smarter than some humans, including those two idiot sidekicks of hers. If there was one thing he was thankful for, it was that Crookshanks seemed to hate them even more than he hated Draco. Oddly enough, the cat seemed to only like his mother, and every time she visited he perched himself on Narcissa’s lap in the perfect picture of royalty, a queen and her pet.

His musing over a fresh cup of coffee screeched to a halt at the strange wetness that suddenly formed over his foot. “Oi!”

Crookshanks was nowhere to be seen, but a bloodied mouse rested next to his big toe where it had rolled, leaving a red streak across his sock. Draco knew enough about cats to realize that this was the beast’s response to his previous statement—Crookshanks didn’t just act without reason. Either this was a declaration of distrust in Draco’s ability to provide for his witch, or a sign of acceptance in the wizard’s continued presence in their lives. Or, perhaps it was both.

He muttered a stasis charm and bagged the rodent to bring over to the Potters’ next time they visited. Their boys had a pet snake that always appreciated Crookshanks’ hunts. He then sent his cup and the familiar’s food bowl to clean in the sink while he grabbed his briefcase and made his way towards Hogwarts for the first round of classes.

Crookshanks really was lucky to have offered that mouse today, because Draco had half a mind to see what kind of potions could be made from a kneazle, particularly one as intelligent as this one. He was fairly certain Hermione would forgive him depending on the outcome.

Maybe tomorrow.

WC 596

[rjalker]

Colors might need fixing on computer. Wasn't supposed to be fire themed but the gods will it apparently. My design for Minnie. Maybe. We'll see what it looks like on the computer, my phone displays colors differently...

Update from computer: the colors are perfect! But I've decided this doesn't look enough like Minnie so this'll be an OC! Who's also Public Domain because I said so!

Help me pick a name (That starts with M for the alliteration lol) and pronouns!

The sword is also public domain, and also needs a name.

[ID: Digital art showing a cartoon mouse character standing and looking excitedly at a floating fantasy sword that has a green handle and an orange and yellow blade that is twisted like fire. The mouse has black fur, white eyes, a brown face, tail, and top surgery scars, orange shorts with two gold stripes down the sides, gold arm bands on the forearms, orange socks, and gold shoes. On each of their round ears are three orange and gold dots like earrings. A color pallet at the top shows the colors for the mouse. End ID.]