#yes but i'm too lazy oops?

[rat-prophetess]

Pathologic Classic HD + text posts, part ?/?///?

Bonus, bc this amused me for some reason while I was looking through the thesaurus trying to write fanfic:

[epitaffia]

diabooboo icons are DONE >)

[aonomiki]

[inkskinned]

it's just that there's a few more steps you have to take that other people don't have to take, but they don't see the steps, so they think you should be able to hop from moment to moment, a chickadee.

it isn't getting out of bed. it is the weight, the hook in your chest, the anchor. you have to move the anchor first. you have to silence your alarm, but your phone is in your hand, which means now you have to put the phone down, which is too-hard. you get stuck in there for a while, the white screen, mindlessly scrolling. you don't even like this activity, have tried a few other options but - here you are, and time is passing.

you've googled iron deficiency causes depression and if i drink enough water does it help with mental illness and anxiety but no caffiene within the last two weeks, like how you googled am i gay quiz at 17.

it isn't just calling the doctor back, it's the anxiety, it's these little moths in your lung cavities, furious and fluttering. you need to figure out how to capture your fingers from between their nervous bodies. you are an adult, you can say the words yes hi, i'm calling because i need - but you need to practice first. maybe write it down because what if you misspeak, wouldn't that be embarrassing. write it down, but you need to find a pen first. well, actually, your desk is kind of messy. you should get a new pen. you should get a new organizational system. you should try journaling.

your grades in school were always strange. the way teachers would say things like it feels like you're not trying. you could touch stars in the stuff you cared about. well, sometimes. god be willing. homework average zero. oops! your english teacher's wrinkled brow: i know you know this stuff. what the fuck are you doing?

it isn't the showering, it's the mirror before the shower and the soft horrible pull of your naked physique. you have to avoid eye contact completely or else it'll be 93 minutes later and you'll have picked at your skin until every little pore is bleeding. you have to stand up but standing is tiring and also you should have remembered to buy more soap but you never remember anything. maybe get out of the shower and while it's still running and you're still dripping wet, use your phone to take a note. make a note to get your groceries. let the shower run while you stand half-in half-out and get lost in your phone for a moment. come back out when the water runs cold and now you have to sprint to get ready.

your grandmother's frown. you're just being lazy. protestant work ethics in a house that isn't even protestant. she says she just learned different but she means learned better, doesn't she.

it's not that you can't send the email, it's that your hands have been hurting lately and the desk really is messy and also why the fuck would you even care about this thing? doesn't everyone else feel like they're drowning? hi brendon thanks so much for sending! will review and get back to you shortly. but now you're on the internet, close the tab with tumblr on it. go on, close it. feel the little soft vapor of boredom come up and over your eyeteeth and make everything overwhelming and itchy.

literally all you have to do is put on shoes to go outside. you're literally already dressed, that's the hard part of this whole thing. literally just put the shoes on. just... do it! do it! this shit is easy!

it's literally that easy. just stop taking all those stupid invisible steps. stop following your strange made-up rules. times like this, even you're positive you're faking. you just don't want to bother with the cleaning and the cooking and the being-an-adult.

but then - shouldn't you be able to put these stupid shoes on? nobody's even looking. go on kid. life is out there! just take the leap!

get moving.

[py-dreamer]

@furornocturna, @violetjedisylveon

hey! Remember that shadowalkers au wip a while back?

And I mean damn, like what a leap? Amirite?

(Just realized I forgot Mac's pouch, Mei, & Wukong's beads

...oops

Pls forgive me I'm a forgetful klutz and am lazy)

Ok so well this be quite the turnabout from the last sketch um:

I included the shadows on the floor, it is called shadowalkers for a reason, and added the wee faces in them like I did for the first piece

The background was a pain in the ass and I tried a lil something something with the lighting/lens flares. Something similar to the lighting in the piece I did where they're cuddling

Now everyone might say multiply on the layers does miracles but can I just saw 'add glow' and 'glow Dodge' are my new best friends? Srsly they give that damn good zest that it needs

I had so much trouble just doing Mac's face in particular. Like the contrast between the dark scalera and light irises was too much even though I did it before and it worked then-

And like his proportions were way off even though they matched the f*cking sketch which looked fine and they didn't match up with Wukong's at all-

Then his hair looked too big and clunky like a large chunk rather than hair and cause Mk's head was blocking it, I couldn't shade correctly-

AND I WAS STARTING TO BLOODY LOOSE IT I WANTED TO PUNCH THIS LIL BI-

But then I made his head bigger and it all worked out 'u'

Here's the og sketch for comparison:

I will admit though, I am quite happy with how my art style has progressed over time and this just might be one of my best pieces.

Genuinely to any of my old marshiemallows, thanks for sticking around! And I welcome any new marshiemallows joining me on my little art adventure so here's love from a random artist on the internet who appreciates your presence to her wacky ramblings and drawings

Oh and btw, I will start to get more busy so pls relax ur expectations in terms of posting schedules (not that I really had one anyways but regardless-)

That birthday challenge was fun but man did it do a number on me

And especially cause I wanna try to focus more on writing the next chap of mah fic 'When the sun sets forever' on ao3

(Shameless plug but which you should totally check out btw, angsty monkies, time travel, Macaque bullying train, it's so much fun)

Oh! And for my fellow marshiemallows who have frequented the dreamscape a couple of times, not guaranteed and I am a wee noob with absolutely no experience in this very little chance I'll do this and it's mainly to see any interest in it so pls don't expect much-

BUT.

[skullvgirl]

acting like they forgot yall had plans together

incl ;; isagi, bachira, barou, kunigami, shidou

warnings ;; fem reader

an's ;; was gonna make this a samu version but I got lazy uh, here hc's

isagi

you text him on friday, a day before your supposed plans and let me tell you he's freaking OUT. he doesn't want to tell you he forgot, and now your asking him what to wear and man could it get any worse?

apparently it could because now your asking him who he should bring and telling him how excited you are and much you've been lookikg forward to it.

he feel like the worst boyfriend on earth and is wondering if he should ask one of the friends that your bringing ( apparently ) and so he devises a plan.

"YN, you said you were bringing [ Friends Name ] Right?" And you can't help but continue the joke and accusingly say, "What?! No, was that supposed to be some sort of joke?"

Now, he feels like shit for even suggesting and is also concerned about what [ Friends Name ] did. He couldn't have forgot that too could he?

"Y-yeah, no I just...yeah."

You burst out laughing and he realizes this is probably another one of your "ticktack trends"

You hold his face softly, "Oh poor baby, it was just a joke we dont have any plans."

His face is hot and he moves your hands away to go pout on the couch. "Stop doing that..you were scaring me..."

"Aw was I? Don't worry, It was fun watching you question your sanity."

"And that's supposed to make me feel better..."

bachira

"We had plans!?" Immediately, without a second thought. And you can't contain your laughter, his hands wete placed comically on the sides of his head, his mouth wide open from shock and confusion.

"Dude, no."

"Oh thank God." He places a hand over his heart.

"Really? You werent even gonna try and play along? What if it was for real and I got mad"

He paused for a moment, thinking over the idea seriously.

"I guess you could put me in NTT for a bit maybe.." he side eyed you breasts and now you were even more confused.

"NTT?"

"No titty timeout"

You burst out laughing and Bachira couldn't help but grin at your reaction. He loved making you laugh.

"Sure, I guess I could. Probably make sure you'd remember next time huh?"

"100% !"

barou

"no we don't. now sit down, I wanna feel my girlfriend."

You roll your eyes and didn't bother fighting his party pooping attitude. You sat down and cuddled up next to his warm body.

"How do you know, you could have forgot..."

"It's not marked on my calendar, and even if it wasn't I'd never forget"

You glanced at the calendar, everything Barou needed to do in the future was meticulously marked on that damned stupid calender.

Should've wrote a fake date there...

"Who do you take me for seriously? Even if you wrote a fake date I would've known."

Oop! Did you say that out loud? No, it was just Barou and his stupidly good sense of you. Weirdo.

"Ugh, you suck, lets just watch" You were frowning but snuggles closer too him.

"Says the one latched to my chest..."

"Shhhh, the show..."

kunigami

He knows you guys don't actually have plans but he plays along anyways. "Uh huh, and did you still wanna go at 6?"

Somehow gaslights you into thinking that you forgot yall had plans. But you should've known otherwise from the way he was smiling. A cheshire grin spread across his face agreeing with everything you say in full confidence, untill finally you break.

"Im lying! We don't have plans, also a Mega Hotel? What are you talking about?"

He's laughing in your face and your cheeks light up.

"Hey! Get your own joke meanie!"

shidou

"deadass?"

you continue playing the act. "yes? you didn't forget did you?"

"say you swear." he's done a full 180° too see you now, staring incredulously into your eyes, waiting for a response.

"I swear—why would I be lying?"

"No way.." he holds his hands on his head. "No fucking way..." he was breathless, like it was impossible for him to believe what you were saying was true.

"YN, I'm gonna be so serious. I think i must be high, cause I cannot remember a single discussion of planning anything right now."

"Really dude?" You asked, unimpressed. He cocked his head adorably. "It was a joke.

"Oh shit, thank God. I thought I was a goner." he turns back around, relief filling his voice.

"Seriously? What if it wasn't a joke?"

"You'd forgive me"

You gaped at his answer, "And what makes you sure of that?" you asked sassily.

"You love me." he said confidently.

"I do, what's your point?"

"You love me, that is the point." He said, nodding his head sure of himself.

"Right..."

an's ;; guys, i think tumblr is deleting my rq's wtf 🤒

[spiderfunkz]

hihi!! loved ur artist hcs with the arachkids!!

could i request an artist! gf with miles? they could be sketching in their own journals on a rainy day and maybe even share a kiss??? thank you! much love xx

✧.* lovers rock

— summary : while the others talk, we were listening to lovers rock, in her bedroom.

— pairings : miles morales x fem!reader

— word count : 0,3k

— warnings : fluff, established relationship, super cheesy teen romance stuff, miles being a rambling mess, reader calling miles a nerd, and like a kiss (on the cheek Oops). also not proofread.

a/n : hii thank u sm for the request lovely ^_^ sorry this took so long writers block kicked my ass around, but here it is now!! hope u like it <3

you could hear the faint sound of the rain followed with a bit of humming through your earphones. you've been spending the day sketching in your journal with your boyfriend, as the rain had cancel your plans of going out.

but there's no point in being sad about that, so when your boyfriend texts you if you wanna meet up of course you said yes.

"what're you working on?" miles peaks, "it's a surprise." you reply, scribbling on the page. your drawing a portrait of miles, he's smiling, teeth showing, with a little kiss mark on the cheek.

and he's drawing a portrait of you, his art style perfectly capturing your beauty. there are already many drawings of you in his journal, each one picturing a different memory with you, but there's just something about this one.

maybe it's because how your surroundings can effect feelings. miles loves going on dates with you to arcades or the movies, but he adores spending time with you like this, lazy rainy days where he just chats with you and sit there in comfortable silence.

"how about, if i show you mine, you'll show me yours?" he asks. you nodded, "alright, i'm also done with mine."

a few minutes pass by and you're putting the finishing touches on your sketch. "i'm done!" you smile, showing him your drawing.

miles reveals his book too, it was a similar sketch to yours, it was you smiling with a little kiss mark near your cheek. and if you squint you could make out a little 'i love you' with a heart next to it.

he gasps, "we drew the same thing? no way, i mean obviously you drew it better than me but everything you draw is basically amazing. like seriously though, this should be put in a museum, my face! well not my face but you drew my face really nicely! wait no- that sounds narcissistic but.." he rambles causing you to chuckle.

"does that say 'i love you' ?" you squint, pointing at the tiny writing. "oh you could see that?" he hides the book away from you, face turning red.

he seems embarrassed, so you reassured him not to be. "i love you too, nerd." you kiss him on the cheek, just like the sketch you made.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

REWATCHING GO S1, LIVE PLAY-BY-PLAY OF DOOMSDAY WAHOO

HELLO MAGGOTS REWATCHING SEASON 1 BECAUSE THE FIRST TIME WAS A KIDNAPPING CHAOTIC MESS. EPISODE ONE HERE GOES. I DON'T REMEMBER A LOT OF DETAILS BUT YES.

Opening scene and Earth's got vibe-checked by God and I've been gaslit about the dinosaurs

GARDEN OF EDEEEEEN wow his first appearance and Aziraphale's already so prissy and flustered might fuck around and fall in love with him idk

I finally understand who these mf's are hi Hastur and Ligur you're not zombies after all

FOR FUCK'S SAKE SECOND SCENE CROWLEY'S BEEN IN AND SHE WALKED IN, SERVED HIPS HAIR AND CUNT, AND THEN MANAGED TO TALK HER AWAY INTO A PROBLEM

LIKE GENUINELY SHE COMES AND SASHAYS WITH HER HAIR AND SAYS TIMES ARE CHANGING AND HEAD OFFICE LOVES ME AND JUST INSTANTLY HASTUR AND LIGUR USE HER WORDS AGAINST HER

idk sister mary loquacious is kinda doing it for me rn with that satanic nun's habit and losergirl energy

third crowley scene and he's misplaced THE LITERALLY GODDAMNED ANTICHRIST because he made small talk with a bloke outside without checking for details

mmmmhm yes sister mary wink again your bitchless decisions are sexy y'know what i mean

Gabriel feels like his brain was eviscerated and replaced with one of those youtuber's paid course promos at the end of their how to change your life in 45 days: three simple mindset shifts video

so THIS IS WHY EVERYONE KEEPS SAYING PAVLOVIAN IN THIS FANDOM IT'S BECAUSE OF DUCKS of course it's because of ducks

mmmhm yes sure crepes French revolu--Crowley stop eye-fucking Aziraphale you're making everyone at the Ritz horny

Aziraphale don't moan into your food man you can't take these two anywhere

Crowley thanking the driver for slowing down is everything to me

And they're drunk hu-fucking-zzah good thing we'll have 11 year olds saving the world coz these fuckers sure ain't doing shit

OH MY GOD HE WAS TRYING TO SAY BOUILLABAISSE I JUST REALISED. I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST MAKING KISSY FACES AT AZIRAPHALE I'M NOT OK-

What Aziraphale was doing back was definitely kissy faces though that mfer wasn't even trying to say bouillabaisse when Crowley said what sounded suspiciously like baby

kissy kissy from lil miss prissy [i would have made such a great high school bully shame i had no inclinations that way]

SORRY WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK WAS THAT SOBERING UP EXCUSE ME THE FANFICS MADE IT SOUND LIKE IT WAS A CLICK AND THEY'RE SUDDENLY NORMAL WHY IS THE ALCOHOL REFILLING

oop nun down nun down

i want ya see a wile ya thwart amirite on a t-shirt

"actually i encourage humans to-" just say you're a lazy bitch azi we love you

love crowley fake-manipulating azi into helping like azi wants to be manipulated y'know so it's not technically his fault he was wiled over or whatever and they're both just such ENABLERS

not azi going SOFT at being godfathers with crowley

NOT BROTHER FRANCIS PLEASE NO FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS SACRED AZI WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS PLEASE

WARLOCKKKKK I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

HNNNG MICHAEL SHEEN HAD TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS

why is nanny ashtoreth so seductive with that of course dear is it just crowley's inherent disastergirl sex appeal

HALF PONYTAIL CROWLEY I AM A FUCKING SLUT FOR HALF PONYTAIL

GASLIGHTING HEAVEN AND HELL THAT'S MY BABYGIRLS

erIC THE DISPOSABLE DEMON I DIDN'T KNOW THEY COME IN S1 well not come i hope unless being eaten by a hellho--nope

ANGEL CROWLEY SAID ANGEL ANGEL ANGEL

CROWLEY TRYING TO BE SUBTLE ABOUT KILLING BEFORE GETTING ANNOYED

waiter crOWLEY OUTFIT I CANNOT BE NORMAL AFTER THE WEDDING DRESS DESIGNING ABOUT THIS COSTUME

FOOLS WRONG BOY YOU FOOLS IM DEAD

DOG IS UNIRONICALLY SO CUTE EVEN BEFORE IT GOES SMOL

gonna give my roxie a kissy brb she's my angel and all this dog talk makes me miss her (she's a few feet away under the bed)

i asked her for a kissy and she crawled out and gave me a kiss i love her

DOGGGGG ADAMMM

...roxie's crying to be taken downstairs it's nearly 2 am this is on me for waking her up i crowley'd myself fml

EYYYYY WELCOME TO THE END TIMES don't mind me I'll have to take roxie down yes I know maggots I'm crowley-coded I KNOW THAT I'M A BLOODY DISASTER BYEEEEEEEE

[madame-periwinkle]

Ateez Reaction - Running You Over With Their Car

Genre: Crack, Reaction, Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: Almost 1k

Warning: depiction of car accidents and illegal behavior portrayed in a comedic manner (both Ateez and the reader), reader is injured

Song Rec : Rover by Kai

You decide to take a stroll during the night, exploring the beautiful city of Seoul. Finding the nightlife too hectic, you opt for one of the quieter areas. All is well, until you decide to cross a street on a small road. Before you know it, you're greeted by two bright lights and almost instantly, darkness along with the smell of rubber. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to wear dark clothes tonight.

Hongjoong

Hongjoong stops his car immediately, brakes slamming comically loud and the tires screeching

He rushes out of his car, cursing both out of frustration and fear

He sprints to your crumpled body and starts shaking you frantically

You jolt up and curse him out for literally running you over

He just looks at you with that panicked squirrel expression

"Please don't sue me"

"I'm going to sue you"

The court cooks Hongjoong after a look from his dashcam

To make up for his losses after his legal defeat, Hongjoong releases a new song

Music critics praise it for its percussion

Until you decide to listen closely (he was your op but he sure knew how to make bops)

Turns out he literally sampled the exact moment where his car and your body collided

Seonghwa

The prettiest man you've ever seen rushes out of his car

Even the darkness of night can't his perfect features

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry"

Seonghwa rambles on, his boba eyes showing genuine concern

You're a sucker for people that actually take accountability and Seonghwa being a super gorgeous person is a bonus

He reaches his hand out and you reach for it

You only grab onto a fistful of sleeve

You look up

Seonghwa is wearing the most convoluted shirt ever and he managed to look so elegant

His shirt has ridiculously big sleeves and lots of ruffles

The sleeves fully envelop his hands

There's no way he could've had control of the wheel wearing those

"Why tf were you wearing those gargantuan sleeves?"

After a lot of angry questioning, Seonghwa confesses

He did see you before running you over (accidentally)

But his hands physically could not grip the wheel due to his shirt

Which he fully knew before taking the wheel

But there was no way he'd wear something ugly

Yunho

He does the right thing (mostly)

Yunho rushes over to you and makes sure you're all good and dandy

You aren't, but that's a problem for another day

Yunho fervently starts apologizing

Turns out he decided to leave the house after a Mario Kart marathon which spanned for several days

Yunho explains that this gaming marathon caused him to hallucinate being in Mario Kart while he was driving

Yes, he thought you were an item box

Of course you get mad

Not only did he game to the point of delirium, but he thought you looked like those holographic minecraft looking cubes

In an attempt to get you to calm down, Yunho explains that it could have been worse

He could've been playing Valorant

Wait, how could that be possible?

Don't tell me that he has access to military grade artillery...

Yeosang

You lie on the asphalt as the car drives away

Did you legit get hit and run?

Accepting your circumstance and also being too lazy to get up, you resign yourself to your fate

The stars look beautiful tonight

You hear engines revving

The car had turned itself around, revealing the driver, one of the most handsome man you've laid your eyes on

Too bad he doesn't have his eyes on you

"Oops wrong turn"

Yeosang is looking at his GPS while on a facetime call with Wooyoung, who is giving him directions as well

His car is headed straight towards you

For the second time that night, you got run over

"Yeosang what was that?"

"I think that was a speed bump"

San

San stumbles out of the car

He sees you lying helplessly on the floor

There's tire streaks all over you

You're not moving

In fact, it was hard to tell if you were breathing

You were fully conscious and not that hurt

However you were trying to make the lawsuit money as high as possible

As a big advocate of health and fitness, San rushed into action

His members clowned him for getting CPR certified

But oh if they could see him now

Using all of his strength, San went for chest compressions

He even sang Wave to keep his compressions perfectly timed

So the thing about CPR is that the movies don't show how hard you have to actually do them

"EUGHGHHHGGHGHG"

"Yay, you're alive!"

You learned the hard way that CPR can break ribs

Mingi

It takes him a while to register what happened

Not because he's in shock, but because his stereo is on max volume

When his car made contact with your body, he thought it was just the bass going ham

Until he sees a lump in his rear view mirror

Mingi pulls over right next to you

His tires are like 2 cm from your face and you were praying the whole time as he reversed way above the speed limit

You're trying to have a conversation with him

However he's literally rapping along to the song playing

He's really good, but time and place

"Bro I literally got run over tf are you doing?"

He holds a hand up, and you can see his designer rings

"The beat is about to drop give me a sec"

Mingi bursts out dancing

Wooyoung

The driver takes his sweet time to park his car

Wooyoung leaves the car, wearing a nice pair of shades

Why was this man wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night?

Soon enough, he's standing over your fallen body

You feel a kick

You tilt your eyes to see the most cartoon looking shoes you've ever seen

Those clompers could level out an entire termite mound

"Stop kicking me with these goofy-ah stompers"

"Then maybe you shouldn't have gotten run over"

"Excuse me???"

"Skill issue"

You shoot up, pure rage and pettiness fueling your newfound energy

It doesn't take long for you to run to his car

Seoul Hospital admits two patients that night

Jongho

Jongho immediately clocks that he ran over someone

Even if his karaoke playlist on spotify was all the way up, and he was belting for his life

He actually helps you up

You think it'll go all well and dandy, after all this lad is so polite

Until he reaches out into his pocket and pulls out cash

It's a good sized wad

"How about we both decide this never happened?"

Is this man seriously trying to bribe you?

The money's tempting, but his Mercedes Benz indicates that there's more to be won through a juicy lawsuit

You refuse the money

Jongho lets out a hearty sigh, but he doesn't seem distressed at all

"This is going to ruin the tour"

"What tour?"

"The world tour"

Note: Thank you for reading everyone! This is my first fanfic in like 7 years and I'm still very new to posting my writing online.

[vodika-vibes]

A Loving Man - Interlude

Summary: A week after Crosshair sends a letter to his brothers, you get to spend a lazy day together.

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader

Word Count: 1205

Warnings: spicy implications

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: This takes place between part one and part two of A Loving Man. I'm just on my Crosshair bullshit, don't mind me.

You wake to the feel of strong arms slung snugly around your waist and warm lips against your shoulder. Warm lips that, as soon as  he realizes that you’re awake, turn into teasing nips. 

“Mm, Cross~” His name slips from you in almost a purr, and you feel him chuckle against you.

“Good morning,” He murmurs against the back of your neck, his tongue snaking out to trace the mark you know is there. 

You wait until he loosens his grip to roll from your side to your back, and you smile up at him, “Good morning,” You murmur, bringing your hand up to caress his jaw.

He turns his head just enough to kiss the palm of your hand, though his sharp eyes are tracing the myriad of marks you know cover your neck, shoulders, and torso. “I wasn’t too rough with you last night was I?” Crosshair asks. 

You take a moment to consider his question, which you know he appreciates. You’re a little sore, but it’s a good kind of sore, and isn’t inching into painful territory, so you smile at him warmly, “No, I’m okay.”

Some of the tension drains from his shoulders, and you know it’s because he fears, more than anything, hurting you. Either on accident or on purpose. It’s why you answer his questions seriously, every time he asks. 

Your lips curl up into a mischievous smile, “I enjoyed it, actually.”

He doesn’t look surprised, but then, he knows you better than anyone. “I know you did.” Crosshair replies, “That much was very obvious to me…and the scratches down my back.” He arches a single brow, but there’s something smug in his expression.

Oh. Oops. He doesn’t seem bothered though. 

Still you smile apologetically, “Do you want me to take a look at them? I’m sure I have some batca patches somewhere-”

“I’m more than happy to keep these scratches,” Crosshair interjects, he reaches out and trails one of his fingers over your lower lip, and there’s something soft in his gaze as he watches you watch him. “I don’t deserve you in the slightest,” He murmurs.

“I disagree.” You counter immediately. 

“I know you do.”

“I love you.”

He smiles at you, lazy and slow, “I know. I love you too.” Crosshair leans in and presses a slow, lingering kiss against your lips, and you sigh into him, reaching up to twine your arms around his neck.

“Cross,” You murmur his name adoringly as you comb your fingers through his hair, “Do we have to do anything today?”

“Yes,” He replies, slowly moving so that he’s half laying over you, “Grocery store, clothes shopping, and some home repairs.”

You pout at him.

“Mm, I outgrew all of my winter clothes, cyare.” Crosshair reminds you, “And someone insisted on fattening me up-”

You huff, “You’re hardly fat, Crosshair. You are, finally, at a healthy weight.”

“Mm, now you can’t see my abs anymore.” He teases you.

“Oh, you can so!” You hook your leg around his waist, and he allows you to flip the pair of you, so you’re straddling his hips, and you trail your fingers, feather light, over his stomach, “See, abs.” You lightly trace the muscles, which jump under your fingers.

Crosshair shifts so that one of his arms is tucked under his head, while his free hand settles on your hip. His dark eyes scan your naked body reverently. “Mm…if you say so then it must be true.”

“And you got exactly what you wanted with me on top of you.” You say with a small grin.

“It is a very nice view.” Crosshair replies with an answering grin, “Worthy of worship.”

“Oh?” You tilt your head and brush your hair back, “Is that what’s going to happen this morning? Are you going to worship me?” Your smile is warm as you look down at the man stretched out beneath you.

“Would that make you happy, cyare?” He asks, his voice a pleasing rumble to your ear. 

“You make me happy,” You reply, “Whether you’re worshiping me, or I’m worshiping you…or we’re just existing together in the same space. I’m happy so long as you’re there.”

Something close to adoration glimmers in his eyes, “There was a time when you saying that would have me leaving.” Crosshair says softly.

“You’ve come so far in the last few years, I’ve never been more proud,” You reach down and cup his cheek with your hand, “And never more in love.”

He closes his eyes and leans into your hand, and you lovingly stroke his cheek with your thumb. “Now that I’m thinking about it,” Crosshair murmurs, as he turns his head to kiss your thumb, “I think I do know how I want to spend the morning.”

“Oh?”

“We did spent a truly staggering amount of credits on that fresher renovation.” Cross replies thoughtfully, “With the full sized tub that can fit both of us comfortably.”

“We did,” You agree with a bright smile.

“And I don’t think we’ve actually tested the tub,” He continues, mischief glittering in his eyes.

“Well, that was a horrendous oversight.” You reply with a muffled giggle, “We should fix that.”

He grins at you, and effortlessly lifts you so that you’re kneeling on the bed next to him, and then he sits up and swings his legs off the bed. He takes a moment to stretch, and you take that moment to admire him. You’re not the least bit subtle about it.

“See something you like, cyare?” 

“Always.” You crawl over to him and he ducks his head to kiss you, slow and deep.

“Mm, it’s so nice to be appreciated.” Crosshair helps you out of bed, and then sweeps you into a tight hug, and you giggle when he walks you back into the fresher. 

The tub is filled in almost no time at all, and Crosshair even throws your favorite bath salts into the water, before he steps in himself and sinks into the hot water with a pleased groan.

You sit on the edge of the tub, trailing your fingers through the water as he gets settled, “Aren’t you glad that we splurged and got the extra large tub now?” You ask. The tub is long enough that he’s able to stretch out completely, and still have room to move.

“Second smartest thing you’ve ever done.” Crosshair agrees, motioning for you to join him in the tub.

You slide into the water, and settle onto his lap with a content sigh. Crosshair’s hands are warm as they slide across your body, easing the lingering ache from the night before, and you lazily reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair so you’re able to pull him into a clumsy kiss.

“Was the smartest thing agreeing when you asked me out on a date?” You ask, your voice light.

“Well, I think so.” His voice is just as light, and his hands press a little firmer against your sides.

Eventually, his hands will move from soothing and touching, to something a little less innocent, and you can’t wait. But just being together is just as good. You love it just as much.

After all, you love him.

[transdimensional-haboob]

Headcanons I've been cooking;

-the paradise theater doing a mystery science theater 3000 bit most days (I'm like 90% sure that its basically the equivalent in their multiverse anyway, oops)

-frank and clementine still tries to keep contact and make visits if even possible anymore. June likes to receive letters and postcards as a loose penpal relationship as proof of their "mad lib situation"

-I feel robbed that June and Ava didn't interact much, they'd have so much fun and nobody would be able to handle these bar buds. Never mind theres probably a reason why these two aren't allowed in a bar together, but I love their raw chaos and hijinks would definitely go on

-Gloria makes the storage closet her room at first but when Caspar gets back, he gives her the main office since she's da b0ss now, she still spends a lot of time camping with her bts wolves making stew for them, its her own therapy

-Leif putting together a game console for the gang when theyre bored, Caspar is the best at retro games surprisingly aside from the fact hes been asking for a pinball machine forever, everyone cracks old man jokes. Mostly David and Ava, his biggest hecklers <3

-eventually they begin to cultivate a small arcade, leif fixes up a few machines for the diner (its free) kids across the cosmos go 'you mean you have to play the game with your hands?? Its like a baby's toy :/" caspar is flabbergasted, Leif just shrugs and goes "i warned you bro" and does more Leif shit

-David plays cod on their designated staff console in the office space in their down time between shifts. Feet kicked up and the lazy fan blowing, do you see my vision? this is the most important highlight so far

-David used to stream sometimes on earth in LA for funsies now and then during lockdown when he wasnt up for running out at night vandalizing the blank canvas known as the streets

-he still talks to his mom and plays catch up even from space despite the time it takes to send messages. David continues to find her drunk calls entertaining (canon anyway) Caspar doesn't really drink alcohol and is worried about the loss of control, I think hes just anxious and insecure about it.

*I don't really think caspar was much of a dick when he drank raising david, he probably was a rambling annoying dad with a shitty attitude that was hard to tolerate. like, okay, old man, we get it the world sucksss stop being so sad and let's play legos and not roleplay the state of the economic decline about it (shh, I'm not projecting gay son and drunk well meaning dad dynamics)

-Ava peer pressures Caspar *only* for celebrations anyway

-micheladas for everyone the next day, some sweet hair of the dog when the various drank theyre able to get their hands on is too much to cope with the next day if they still even have moonshine to spare left

-Leif stocks up on so much fucking hash whilst in Pasadena (as one does stuck in shitty corners of California for hangovers, generalized depression, and dread. hence all the alcohol mentions I'm not promoting alcoholic diner dwellers I swear-) which tbh parallels the way Ava stocks up nicotine from ye old moonshiner imo

Idk I have more I might add and tack on later I love these doofuses

[smolcinnamonchipmunk]

It's well past the timeframe that I saw this trend (like one, maybe two months? My memory is shit), but whatever. I have a headache from not eating today, barely been able to force myself to eat, and overall feel like shit so I'm gonna ramble. Or be self-indulgent, depending on how this is interpreted, I guess

Everything I see about people liking vore for comfort, or protection, or yada yada yada, sappy stuff. Which, like, don't get me wrong, I love that shit too

But for me it's about the ISOLATION

I don't know how to describe it exactly, and I don't know if my attempt will get the point across, but I'm just fucking tired

Like 'Say I'm fine then thousand yard stare for the entire work day, oops, now it's three months later' kind of tired, the 'Just gotta make it one more day' kind of tired, the 'I find joy in nothing I do but I'm too stubborn and exhausted to do anything about it so I sit in it' kind of tired

Coupled with work to being called lazy and irresponsible by older family members, again, and just thing after thing after thing after thing after Thing After THING

I ain't special, I know this. Everyone deals with these kind of things, especially as adults, but I've always been easily overwhelmed. It just wasn't an issue growing up cause I'm a Shutdown rather than someone who maybe cries or gets frustrated enough to lash out first. Now I'm an adult, have been for over half a decade, and you're just kind of expected to know how to handle things even if you weren't taught them, expected to roll with the punches and live with the stress

Point is, I see vore as an escape above all, seeking comfort in the isolation and alone of it. Yeah, I'm surrounded by someone or something, but I like to think of it as more of a reprieve. No one can touch me, or talk to me, or fucking bother me if I'm literally placed away from existence (basically I want my own sensory deprivation chamber lmao)

I definitely won't say no to the trope of the prey being liked by the pred though. I'm not gonna say admired cause that feels narcissistic and I can't think of other words rn (loved doesn't quite fit either in my brain), but, like, kind of the happiness I feel when looking at my cats. They just exist and I'm happy about them

Idk why someone would feel the same way about me, but considering I feel like a worthless, unproductive piece of shit who can't even exist right half the time, being eaten kind of feels like a decent trade off to a pred (yes I think about friendships kind of like transactions, yes I know it's unhealthy, but if my friend just wants me to sit with them quietly like a Creature or play games in return for their fantastic company I'm down, I just want to do more for them but am tired and broke lol)

Like, I'm not good at working many things, or organizing, or being productive, or good at conversation/comforting, or even existing, but the thought of being eaten kind of gives a sense of purpose, in a way

Kind of, like, when I pet a stray cat or feed it and it's happy. Like, someone else maybe would have reached out and made them happy, but maybe they wouldn't have and how lucky am I to be making them this happy, you know? Maybe I feel like shit and don't necessarily want to see tomorrow, but I can keep making them happy

I don't fucking know if I made any sense and the phantom smells are kicking in, so I'm gonna go lay down or whatever. Fucking, isolation and purpose, I guess

[tartigglez]

OH MY GOD??? BIRTHDAY??? womb evacuation day, as i like to call it🙀

this got me thinking tbh. modern au, what time would genshin men tell u happy birthday?

first up our 00:01 squad would text u or pull up outside.. mmm thoma 100% hes down bad,, childe as well!! potentially venti

next the boys who wouldn't text and go out of their way to see u first thing!! diluc, kazuha & itto (trust me on this one!!)

would tell u whenever they happened to remember/see you that day .. kaeya, gorou, albedo

WOULD FORGET :(( ayato, xiao

failed to figure out how to text you and spent the morning pecking at phone buttons -zhongli

-🫧

Hi bubbly nonnie!! i sincerely apologise for my tardiness (yes i still have your diluc req in the inbox, yes i'm working on it). anyway, here's what i think...

(romantic pairings bc i'm just like that)

"birthday"

thoma, childe, kaeya, zhongli, diluc (separate) x gn!reader

genre: drabble

word count: idk (oops)

a/n: i'm lazy, its been summarised, i don't even count this as a fic i'm just trying to make it look like one because you guys haven't been fed recently and i sincerely apologise. also i made up shit about fontaine to make it fit, do excuse xoxo

thoma definitely shows up outside with cake and a party hat for you both at 12am sharp. does a little dance whilst singing happy birthday to you, and once you've both gotten back into the house and you've blown your candles out, he will immediately pull you in by the waist and kiss you, he just wants you to know he appreciates you!

childe has a tradition each year of making sure he is with you on your birthday, he wants to be there to congratulate you on a new year of you, the second it comes along. The second the clock hits the hour of your birthday, he hugs you tightly before separating from you, announcing...

"you're just as beautiful as last year, darling"

kaeya, the flirty bastard... is still flirty. BUT doesn't want to bother you late at night so instead, he will find you in the morning, when you're in mondstadt buying some groceries, approach you from behind whilst you're trying to buy some fruits (he almost got himself punched) and wrap his arms around your waist. yes you very nearly elbowed him in the stomach, he managed to step out of the way. would casually place his head on your shoulder from behind whilst hugging you and announce, in a low tone...

"happy birthday my dear, i've gotta run, knighthood calls. see you tonight?"

"thanks, kae. see you tonight"

and not that either of you noticed, but the fruit vendor happened to overhear you both, offering you the produce for free.

"if there's anything the people of mondstadt know, far better than barbatos' winds, or how to spot a good wine, it's the cavalry captains love for his partner. here, have a nice birthday, y/n."

unfortunately due to circumstance, zhongli was not able to be in liyue on your birthday. of course, this made him quite upset. he would have teleported back only he had an important meeting in fontaine, and it was stipulated in a contract that he couldn't teleport, lest someone found out about something they shouldn't. thankfully, he had been gifted a smartphone by you for his own birthday the previous year, which he still hadn't quite figured out how to use.

at first he thought he should call you, forgetting that time zones were a thing. sadly by the time he had actually figured out how to make a call (he had to ask focalors, it was an awkward interaction, she also did not know.) he realised that you were quite a few hours ahead of him, and had probably already gone out for the day and couldn't chat.

so he decided to text you. which did not go well (his hands are too big for those damned tiny buttons). he isn't sure till this day if the message even sent, because you never responded.

turns out he had sent it to tartaglia, who actually understood phones enough to forward the text to you...

"gaooy biethdsy mt libe, u hipe thus dsy ia as beauutofil as tou"

diluc is bad at romance. let me rephrase that: diluc does not know how to express his feelings, but wants to spend your birthday with you, so he tries to make it look like an accident that he just happened to be by your side all day.

first thing in the morning, you will notice a noble eagle flying in the sky outside your home. you knew that this bird was none other than dilucs own.

"how strange... why couldn't he just ask me to come to the winery...?"

nevertheless, the large bird flew its way down to land on your garden fence, its sharp talons somehow not scratching the wood, and called to you (i know nothing about birds, sorry), before flying back into the sky in the direction you knew diluc would be waiting. so, you had no choice but to follow it, right?

upon arriving at the winery, you were met by a handsome man in a black dress shirt, holding a bouquet of cecelias. he grabbed your hand and kissed you on the cheek.

"happy birthday, y/n"

SORRY THESE STARTED OFF SHORT AND THEN MY BRAIN STARTED INFODUMPING ON ME

i apologise thoma stans (i'm one of you) i have let you down this day

[inkedroplets]

ficwip 'turn'

Too much instances of the word turn I must fire my editor at once (myself)

You Owe me a New Desk

this is just kind of sitting in my drafts and I'm too lazy to post the first chapter

“Desk,” Lena repeated, still refusing to look at her. She ran a hand along the edge, trailing her nails along the surface.  She floated rather than walked over to the desk, feet skimming over the floor. She rose higher into the air and as Lena turned back around to face her, she sat down on the very edge of the desk and then Lena’s hand pressed firmly against her stomach, trailed along the sharp curves of her abs, her fingertips running a familiar circuit along them. Lingering. Teasing.

Johanna Constantine Crossover

I should probably just sit on this until closer to Halloween, right?

“Where’s what?” Lena managed to ask in a voice that at least sounded mostly like her own.  “The grimoire or scroll or whatever magical thing you’ve decided to fuck around with that lured a demon here.” The woman examined Lena carefully, a flicker of dull recognition coming alight in her eyes. “Fuck me,” she grumbled. “You’re Lena Luthor, aren’t you?” She paused just long enough to take a closer look at her, not waiting for Lena to answer. “Yeah, it’s you. I’d recognize that jawline anywhere.” The woman ran her hand along her own face in what Lena had to assume was a mocking gesture. “Why is it you rich people always always seem to love mucking around with the occult? You can’t be that bloody bored.” “Demon?” Lena murmured, still staring at the spot the creature had been just moments before. Now though there was only a pile of untidy ash where it once stood. She turned to the woman, meaning to ask her one of the several questions she had for her but she found it impossible to do so. Her mouth felt like it had been shot full of Novocaine.

Devil in Disguise

Uhhhh I've kind of let my Lucifer crossover languish in my draft folder for uhhh years... Oops. Tinkering with it, at least

When Lena didn’t immediately hop into the idling car, Lucifer laid on his horn once more which made Lena quickly raise her hands in reluctant surrender, wincing. “I thought you said that angels couldn’t kill humans,” she said, sliding into the passenger seat, fumbling with her seatbelt clumsily. "We can’t, but throw up in my car and all bets are off.” He surveyed her with a somewhat pitying look before cranking the wheel and joining the flow of traffic. “I’d offer you some pills but I doubt any of them are aspirin although you’re welcome to check,” he said and tossed a small pill caddy into her lap. “Perhaps a little hair of the dog?” He reached into his jacket and Lena saw a flash of silver that she knew had to be his flask before he withdrew his hand. “On second thought, the good doctor might not like it if you come in with alcohol on your breath… And there's no point in dragging your feet on this. The Detective made it abundantly clear that you attending therapy would be the price for me assisting in your little act of subterfuge.”  "Yes, I remember," Lena said sourly. "When I asked the devil for a favor I was under the assumption that the eventual repayment would come much later and be far less annoying.” "As did I,” Lucifer said, making a hard right that sent a bolt of pain through Lena’s temple. “Usually when I call in favors they’re a lot more fun for me. I’m the devil, not some wish-granting fairy-godmother.” He appeared to shudder at the thought and focused his attention back on the road. “I can assure you that Linda is the best of the best. She’s been my therapist for years now…” “So,” Lena said slowly, turning to look sideways at him.“This is you after years of therapy?”

A Rich Girl With Issues

Editing in AO3 is terrible. Somebody save me.

Lena’s body was still covered in healing contusions and bruises. The worst of them were the fresher bruises that overlaid the fading ones that hadn’t had a chance to heal properly. The gash on Lena’s forehead had healed almost completely and while the nurses warned that there might be a scar, Lena had seemed wholly unbothered by the possibility. To Kara, she supposed that if there was a scar it would just be one more thing for her to admire. To love.  Lena’s stomach wound had been the most serious. The kryptonite shard had lodged itself deep enough but had miraculously missed anything vital. Kara had been loath to consider it lucky but it was at the very least a good turn after a series of very bad ones. Her doctors and nurses had given her multiple warnings about potential hiccups in her recovery and listed off a number of bumps in the road they hoped to avoid: wound dehiscence and possible infection biggest among them. But after weeks of follow-up care (with plenty more to follow) they seemed to be in the clear. 

I forgot to tag anyone. I hate bothering people but I'll very politely prod @vox-ex because I am so curious about anything they might be working on

[tabunierka]

I have two questions, both related to your ocs:

- First, do you have an oc whose mbti type is Infp ? I'm just curious, because it's your type as well 👀

- And second, I just acknowledged Nicolas' surname (thanks to your bingo game) and it sounds kinda french. Is he, by any chance ?

Take care, and thanks in advance!

Thanks for the questions!

✨1. In fact, it is still difficult to accurately determine the personality type of others, because I want to understand more about the secondary OC in the story itself, and I have been writing for a VERY long time. But I think these five are most suitable for INFP

Ps. I delayed the answer because of the "fast" sketches, oops

✨2. Yes! In fact, Nicolas has French roots, his grandfather even knows the language, but Nicolas himself would be too lazy to study it

[iamgonnagetyouback]

alright alright prepare for a little spam because I'm about to order one of each from your autumn picnic my love 😚 first, I wanna get to know you better so I'll pick a lot some questions from your Q/A acorns, hope that's okay 💕💕 here we go:

normal questions

6. favorite movie to watch on repeat? 9. what’s your favorite book or book series? 10. if you could live in any fictional world, which one? 18. if you could learn any language instantly, which one? 21. favorite kind of weather? 38. what’s your dream job?

favourites

4. favorite way to spend a lazy day? 9. favorite thing about fall? 13. favorite video game? 17. favorite flower?

this or that

8. chocolate or vanilla? 12. books or movies? 16. pastels or bold colors?

dreams and wishes

2. if you could travel anywhere right now, where would you go? 5. if you could be any fictional character for a day, who would you choose? 12. what’s one skill you wish you had? 18. if you could be in any movie, which one would it be?

these are a lot so if you don't feel like it just ignore it haha 💕

thank you for participating, bun!! now brace yourself because I’m about to give you a rundown of all these answers!

normal questions:

favorite movie to watch on repeat? dead poets society, hands down! (neil, my beloved 😭). but if we’re talking series, new girl has my soul, and yes, I still watch all the harry potter movies like I didn’t just rewatch them last week.

what’s your favorite book or book series? “terms and conditions” by lauren asher. it is permanently tattooed on my heart. as for series, the twisted series is my guilty pleasure, basic answer, i know, but true!

if you could live in any fictional world, which one? the harry potter universe without hesitation, but i’m talking marauders era.

favorite kind of weather? the perfect in-between—where it's not too cold, not too hot. spring and autumn are my jam, but if i have to choose between summer and winter, winters win for sure.

what’s your dream job? i’ve always wanted to own a bookstore! but let’s be real—i’d probably hoard every book and never sell a single one. in reality, though, i’m studying to be an accountant (numbers are my life now, apparently).

favorites:

favorite way to spend a lazy day? Scrolling through tumblr and drowning in ‘x reader’ fics—aka the cheapest therapy available. alternatively, binge-watching the same five shows i’ve seen a million times.

favorite thing about fall? the aesthetic and the vibes, darling. cozy sweaters, warm drinks, and all the fall colors—what’s not to love?

favorite video game? i… don’t play video games much. like, at all. oops?

favorite flower? forever a sucker for daisies and tulips. they just scream “soft girl aesthetic,” and i’m here for it 🌼🌷.

this or that:

chocolate or vanilla? chocolate, no contest. i’d fight someone for the last piece of chocolate cake.

books or movies? books, always. let me live in the world of my imagination, please.

pastels or bold colors? pastels, pastel EVERYTHING! soft, dreamy hues that make you feel like you’re living in a fairytale.

dreams and wishes:

if you could travel anywhere right now, where would you go? new york city, baby! i’ve heard about it so much, and i just want to experience the hustle and bustle firsthand.

if you could be any fictional character for a day, who would you choose? lily evans. BUT make it fanon! i am not dying young, okay? i just want to live a day in my life where james potter is obsessed with me.

what’s one skill you wish you had? swimming! i’m dying to explore the deep ocean and see all its wonders, but sadly, i’m veryyyyy hydrophobic. life is cruel sometimes.

if you could be in any movie, which one would it be? dead poets society. i don’t care if i have to pretend to be a boy—i need to live with those boys .

ilysm, mari <333