#you come to clown in my inbox i will clown you right back :)

[yingren]

This conversation is long overdue, thus I'll keep it succinct. You will either be more mindful of plugging the bath with your loose hairs, or I will shave you bald.

" cute. will you polish my bald head like you polish your alabasters ? "

[softspiderling]

illicit affairs - part two | r.c

summary:

"Speaking of, why don’t you stay over tonight? It’s late, and I don’t want you walking home by yourself.”

“You’re not gonna drive me?” You asked with a pout and he rolled his eyes.

“I’m too tired, don’t make me. Just stay over.”

“What? And leave in the morning like I’m one of your hook ups? Please.”

OR; Rafe makes an outrageous suggestion and you? You give in.

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

warnings: mention of drugs, talk about sex (nothing graphic yet) but the later parts will have smut, so 18+ MDNI!

word count: 2k

author's note: pt. two out so soon?? there's gotta be smth fishy going on 🤭we finally get into the PLOT! i hope you enjoy my lovelies, don't forget to leave a comment/like/reblog or share your thoughts with me in the inbox.

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pt. two: "it's born from just one single glance"

A week after the party, it was the first Friday in a while where the four of you didn’t go to a party. After spending a day out of the sea to test out Topper’s new boat, you got picked up some pizza and settled down in Rafe’s living room, where you were still in the same spot several hours later. The empty pizza cartons were stacked on the floor and the four of you strewn out on the couch and various seats.

“You want another drink?”

Rafe was waving his empty glass in front of you, a lonely ice cube clinking in it, an expected eyebrow raised.

You squinted at him, nodding. “Can you get me a coke please?”

“Sure.”

Kelce perked up in his seat at the prospect of another drink. “Hey, can you get me another beer?”

“No,” Rafe answered, without even looking back as he left for the kitchen. “You know where the fridge is.”

“What?” Kelce muttered with a frown, looking over to you as he slumped back down. “You know where the fridge is, why is he getting you a coke?”

You only shrugged with a grin, making yourself comfortable on the couch now that you had more space, while Topper clapped Kelce on the back in consolation.

“Come on man, you know she’s his favorite.”

“Hey!”

Grabbing a pillow from the couch, you shucked it at Topper, making him yelp when it hit him square in the face.

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not right next to you,” you scowled. “And I’m not Rafe’s favorite.”

“You’re a clown if you actually believe that.”

“Fuck you, you’re a clown.”

Topper tossed the pillow back at you, narrowly missing your head by an inch and the pillow fell to the floor behind the couch, landing just in front of Rafe’s feet as he returned.

“I was gone for five minutes, what are you guys fighting about now?”

“Precious over here thinks she’s not your favorite.”

You glowered at the other two boys, while Rafe settled back on the couch next to you, pressing a can of coke into your hands. He took a sip of his drink, eyeing you briefly and shrugged, pursing his lips in agreement.

“Nah, you’re definitely my favorite.”

You stuck your tongue out at Topper when he gave you a knowing look, instead focusing on opening your coke. “Whatever. It doesn’t mean anything, you two shitheads don’t make it hard for me to be anyone’s favorite.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Kelce grunted with a frown and you raised a brow at him.

“You literally had sex in Rafe’s bed last year,” you said, before turning your attention to Topper. “And you’re still obsessed with Sarah.”

Rafe let out a noise, making clear that he was fully agreeing with you. “What she said.”

Topper, while satisfied he had proven his point, still rolled his eyes and Kelce crossed his arms, annoyed.

“I hate it when they team up like this.”

“Shut up and get your beer.”

The next couple of hours passed easily, just as it always did when the four of you came together to talk shit. While you did enjoy going to parties every now and then, you really appreciated just hanging out with your friends and talking about everything and nothing in the safety of the four walls of Rafe’s home.

Only you and your boys. Just the way you liked it.

“Alright, I think it’s time for me to go,” Topper said, breaking up the group with a yawn, shaking his head to stay awake as he sat up. “I’m beat.”

“Can you give me a ride?” Kelce asked, standing up and Topper nodded, turning to you.

“Do you need me to drop you off too?”

You stretched your arms, legs long draped over Rafe’s lap as you laid lengthwise on the couch. It was nearing one am and you really should make your way home, but you were far too comfortable to move, having spent most of the day in the sun, which was catching up to you now.

“I think I might stay for a while longer, thanks though.”

Topper clicked his tongue, ruffling your hair, messing it up for good measure as he and Kelce said their good byes, their voices getting quieter as they strolled to the front, the door shutting in its hinges. It wasn’t long after until you could heard Topper’s truck start, and then pull off the estate grounds.

Finally, it was quiet enough for you to hear the music, which was drowned out by Kelce’s constant yapping. You loved him but he was such a chatter box when he drank beer.

“Isn’t Sarah coming home tonight?” you asked into the sudden quietness, combing through your hair with your fingers, trying to get rid of the knots that have formed since you’d laid on the couch for the whole night. The estate had been quiet apart from the four of you causing raucous in the living room.

“Please,” Rafe scoffed. “She’s staying with John B more nights than not, I’m this close to kicking her out for real.”

“Oh come on,” you laughed, leaning up to shove his arm a little. “She’s in love. Leave her alone. And don’t act like you don’t enjoy being the man of the house and having it all to yourself.”

Rafe grinned to himself, shrugging his shoulders a bit like you weren’t absolutely right. Like you said, you knew him. “Eh. Maybe. House tends to get a little quiet sometimes... Speaking of, why don’t you stay over tonight? It’s late, and I don’t want you walking home by yourself.”

“You’re not gonna drive me?” You asked with a pout and he rolled his eyes.

“I’m too tired, don’t make me. Just stay over.”

“What? And leave in the morning like I’m one of your hook ups? Please.”

“Give me a break,” Rafe huffed. “You know damn well you’re not one of my hook ups. They don’t get to stay till the morning,” he paused, turning his head to look at you inquisitively, and you knew that look all too well. He was about to be nosy. “What about yours, anyways?”

“My what?”

“Your hook ups, precious. Haven’t seen anyone around since Jack.”

You shrugged. “Cuz there wasn’t anyone else since Jack, you know that. And he wasn’t a hook up, he was my boyfriend.”

He was quiet, but you could basically hear the gears in his head turning. “I know you’re not into hook ups and shit, but don’t you need to get off sometimes?”

“And risk hooking up with weirdos like Moany? No thank you. I don’t need anyone else to get off.”

Rafe rolled his eyes. “I know, jesus. I’m just saying… Sex by yourself isn’t as good as sex with another person. If you know what they like. Not everyone has freaky requests like Monique. And if you’re compatible, you know the sex can be insane.”

You eyed him suspiciously, not sure if you liked which direction this was going. He wasn’t about to suggest the two of you having sex…. Right? Because that would be just crazy.

“… jus’ getting sick of having to get to know a new girl every time, ‘s exhausting.”

“You know you can have sex with a person more than once right?”

Rafe scoffed, leaning his hands behind his head. “Yeah, but then they start getting comfortable. I don’t need that right now.”

You waved your hands around, trying to stop Rafe’s train of thought before it could get any further.

“Rafe, stop beating around the bush. The fuck are you on right now?”

He swirled his drink around, downing the last of it before shoving the glass on the table, looking at you.

“What if… We fucked?”

“What?” you stared at him incredulously, like he had just grown a second head.

“I mean, not relationship wise. Casual. Friends with benefits.”

“Friends with benefits,” you echoed, dryly. “Are you insane?”

Rafe scoffed, shaking his head at you, not bothering with a reply. You thought that was the end of it, trying to calm your heart down, as it was nearly jumping out of your throat, when you felt Rafe’s hand splaying across your bare legs. His fingers brushed your inner thigh, making you tense and you glared up at him.

“Seriously Rafe?”

“Seriously Rafe?” Rafe mocked you, reaching out to tuck your hair behind your ear, the other hand starting to trace circles into the skin of your thigh, like it was the most normal thing for him to do. “We both know that if you didn’t want me touching you, you’d have kicked me half ways across the room already.”

You wanted to protest, but your words died halfway down your tongue, knowing it was no use with the way Rafe was looking at you. Also, he was a 100% right. Turning away, you stared at the ceiling, trying to ignore how his finger tips left your skin tingling, thinking of the most random things to calm yourself down.

There was no use of lying to yourself, a part of you wanted to say yes.

You knew Rafe didn’t do relationships, has never had a girlfriend in all the years you’d been friends. What if being friends with benefits was the closest thing you could be for Rafe? Not only his best friend, but a step further? What if this was all you could get with him?

“This is a bad idea.”

“Why?”

“You’re my best friend.”

“Exactly. You’re my best friend, I don’t have to tell you anything because you know exactly what I like and what I don’t.”

“Not when it comes to sex!”

“Okay okay, calm down, I was just making a suggestion.”

Rafe trailed off, dropping the topic, his fucking hand still on your thigh. He wasn’t looking at you, but you could tell that he was biting back a grin, and you hated to think that you were going to give in.

“We’re not telling anyone, you hear me? Not a single soul. Especially not Top and Kelce, they would never let us live this down.”

He turned his head, the corner of his mouth ticking up knowingly. He was your best friend after all, he knew what to say to convince you of his argument. “Those two knuckleheads don’t need to know everything we do,” Rafe said as he leaned in, but you stopped him halfway, your hand on his chest.

“If this affects our friendship in any way, or or…. If it gets awkward or someone… Just, we stop, okay? No lying to get your dick wet.”

“Have I ever lied to you, precious?”

“Uh, yes. Remember when you, Top and Kelce snuck into my gard- oomph.”

Your sentence was cut short when Rafe pressed his lips against you in a soft kiss, his hand cupping the back of the neck. He pulled away, his breath hot on your face. Your lips parted a bit, shock coursing through your veins. You had wondered how it would feel to kiss Rafe for so long, and you had to admit, that the real deal was so much better than anything you could’ve imagined.

“You talk too much,” he mumbled against your lips and you rolled your eyes, brought out of your haze. This was still Rafe. Your best friend.

“Shut up.”

Fisting his shirt, you pulled him closer to you, lips hot as they interlocked. He leaned forward, both of his knees bracketing your waist, one hand moving from the back of your neck to the front, so he could cup your face. Suddenly, you were surrounded by him and if you weren’t so distracted by Rafe’s tongue slipping into your mouth, you’d be freaking out right now. This felt like a fever dream; your hands moving automatically down his torso, sneaking under his shirt, nails grazing his chiseled abs and when Rafe let out a honest to god whimper, you knew you were done for.

There was no going on back.

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author's note: am i sorry about the cliffhanger? ask me later👀

[hurlingdown]

Please 🍶 anon. I’m a married man 👉💍

Though that does give me so many good ideas..

Pretending to be Muzan’s husband, a slayer finding you both in the cities so you have to press him against the wall and kiss him breathless to keep undercover. One thing leads to another and you’re fucking him in both his female and male form. He is humiliated with the noises he’s making and the way his body is trembling in your hold, he’s almost tempted to kill you.. but then you give him the most earth shattering orgasm and suddenly you’re his right hand man. Fucking him in every room of the infinity castle, sucking him off against the tree in the middle of an abandoned path, eating him out bent over against a well in the middle of a town during the night.

He even slips up and calls you his husband to one of the upper moons.

Toji getting married for money.. unhappy but not on the streets. His fat, rich husband dragging him to a fancy party - he’s bored out of his mind but he’ll do anything for a bag, and then he feels eyes on the back of his head - a cursed spirit under the guise of a tall, handsome businessman, watching him with burning insatiable need.

Toji’s done a lot of fucked up things for money, but none of them felt this good. Back arching as the curse fucks him deep and hard, his stupid husband calling his name as he gets fucked in the bathroom stall. Another fat wad of cash shoved between his tits to answer him, calling out that he’s fine and he’ll be out in a minute as your second set of hands begins to stroke and prod at his already stuffed hole.

Maybe big bad husband Crocodile finding no other option to discipline Buggy, calling you in - his prized bodyguard - to fuck some manners into the clown. Grabbing a hold of his bottom half as Mihawk grabs his head, forcing him to look as you and Crocodile kiss atop his decapitated body, your cock sinking inside him slowly.

Or even being Caesar Clowns ‘Work husband’ - a title he gave you and pretended everyone else gave it to you and he was disgusted by the prospect, though he never once stopped using it - you’re his assistant, bringing him snacks and drinks, getting files and viles.

One day bringing him a magenta vile labelled ‘dangerous’ ‘do not drink’ ‘do not inhale’, you’re oh so careful with this stupid little bottle when you’re tripped - Caesars tendril of smoke whisping back into his cloud coat. But instead of the vile landing on you like he had planned, it lands straight into his big mouth, draining the contents as his face turns bright red. Not even a minute later he’s leaking and begging you on his hands and knees that he needs your babies in him, he needs your dick inside of him and for you to breed him like livestock. Fucking little creep was trying to roofie you, well now you had all the means for some revenge.

Anyway, the bunny Zoro fic was fucking delicious. I need that bunny boy to come back whining for reader to cuddle and snuggle and fuck him stupid again.

Love you Hurlers.

- 🐉

Btw, have you watched My Hero? I have been trying to find someone to talk about All Might with. The way they have him in this newest episode has my dick drippinggg 😫😫

MUZAN AND TOJI??? WHAT A GOOD DAY TO BE ALIVE. just finished reading another banger thirst in my inbox and then i'm placed face to face with this. i seriously love you all.

no kidding. sugar baby toji is the singular best take on his character in the world of fanfics, and reader being a curse fits so well, i'm in awe. and caesar clown and aphrodisiacs mix so well, holy fucking shit. i'm going to be super busy after this month ends.

and yeah, i've watched mha. :) i'm not caught up with the latest two seasons, but i'm familiar with the lore up to s5. go ahead and rant about all might!!! thank you for the obscenely delicious thirsts!!!

[infactmrmeowz]

Hello. Can you tell us, in your opinion, what physical preferences Crocodile, Mihawk, Buggy and Smoker from One Piece would have in a woman ? Thank you very much and sorry if this has already been asked. ^^

One Piece Men + Headcanons!

OF COURSE I CAN POOKIE!! Also MB for like disappearing for months on end!! Btw!! I can’t see my messages idk why so so sorry! If ya want somethin do inbox!

warning!: suggestive only a bit, cursing! Obviously female reader, grammar bad mb, tad bit off topic!

crocodile - I see him being an ass guy, I don’t think it matters what size but if you have an ass then yk 😜. - leadership! Because he is SUCH a busy man he wants you too atleast have SOME leadership on yourself and others for his work, and you to take care of yourself! It’ll be more stressful for him if he constantly has to worry about you.. which he doesn’t!! (He does). - I don’t think he really cares what size you are, you just have to be strong, atleast learn how to fight or protect yourself! - women in suits 😵‍💫 - if he sees you in a suit he might just go bonkers. - this is going back to leadership role, but being smart! You don’t have to be Einstein smart but smart in one way or another, he finds that hot.. especially when you geek out about thing, can be a special interest or something nerdy, he might act like he is not listening but he is! - hip dips! Oo that man loves iittttt he’ll hug you from behind, and rest his hands on them, while nuzzling his head in your neck !! Mihawk- boob guy, no one can tell me otherwise! - again doesn’t matter what size you are, he loves to see you in the color red! (With cleavage showing 🫨). - he likes it when you drink the wine and a little wine mustache comes up! He finds it’s ADORABLLEEEE. - when you sit down and your thighs expand, especially in a dress!!! AAAAAA. - I think he wants someone who is shorter than him, but also strong in some way or another .. bonus points if you know how to use a weapon! Especially a sword! - someone with long hair! Doesn’t care if it’s real or not, he loves to see you do your hair in the morning, (this includes if you have braids or dreads!) Buggy- thigh guy! - he LOVES to see you put on flashy colors for your outfits, or hair styles/hair colors! Of course you can’t be more flashy than him.. BUT he thinks you look HOT and CUTEEE wearing flashy clothes! Especially his colors! Or even matching with him in some way or form! - I think he would like to see someone with unique features, that can be anything on your body! Freckles, eye color, hair, skin, body, anything! The more unique the better! - he doesn’t like when you change your features to be some one or something or to be “ prettier “ he thinks that if your born with a unique feature(s) you keep it! Make it shine! - makeup! Of course you don’t need it!! But he wants you to match with him! (Please paint your nose blue like his). - someone who is strong! Very strong! Or strong/stronger with weapons of any kind! He finds it actually so hot when you fight. -funny! Or goofy! He loves people when they are funny and goofy! You can be the jester and him the clown! Smoker- another ass guy, - he definitely wants a strong woman, like with crocodile it’s too stressful! - someone who is mature, I don’t think he can handle someone who is immature.. and if you are he’ll deal with it but don’t be surprise when he gets mad at you! - when you dress formal! He finds it hot! Also shows your maturity! - unlike buggy.. he wants someone with shorter hair! (Including people with braids or dreads etc..) he doesn’t know why, but I think he likes it because it matches with every outfit you wear..

OKAY POOKIES I HOPE I DID THIS RIGHT I KINDA HAD TO ADD MENTAL TOO.. BECAUSE HUST PHYSICALL WAS KIND AHARD IM SORRY IF THIS WASNT WHAT YOUW ANTED! AGAIN IMBOX IF YA WANT SOMETHIN SORRY POOKIES

AAA that’s it! Cya later alligators! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[danieyells]

I don't know if you've done it yet but I would like to request Ren lines? I'm having tokyo debunker Ren brainrot bro 😭.

@otomelover23

You're all very welcome! I love you guys too, so far! Sorry you've been deprived of lazy boi lolol HOPEFULLY THESE SATISFY YOU A LITTLE BIT.

He's a little tsundere I think. He's one of those characters who just wants to be normal but he can't just pretend to be normal because he lives surrounded by chaos so he just complains a lot lolol. . .but i think he's a good guy. Aside from that he does not help his mother captain at all.

Hello: (the first time the game is opened after that character is set as home screen NPC. Only happens once per day, unless the character is switched out and back.)

"Great, shift change. I'm gonna head out then... What? Do I really need to be here for that?"

You've Got Mail: (whenever there's something in the inbox, usually Arena rewards)

"I think you've got a notification... Aren't you going to look at it?"

Default: (requires no affinity, has no time constraints)

"Who did I disappoint in a past life to end up in Jabberwock... There's no general students or even a single other sane person, and these jumpsuits are a crime..."

"Why do I have to look after all these weird-ass animals? This is forced labor...  Ugh, they're so gross..."

"If you're just gonna stand there, could you go feed the animals in the aquatic zone?  I'm too busy."

"Ugh, why is that clown calling me... ... Whatever, I'll just let it ring out."

you know damn well that if you don't answer the phone you're gonna have to deal with Haru in person. Better to just answer it.

"Oh, hey... Could you open the link I sent you? No, you don't have to sign up or anything. Thanks."

Affinity 1: (between 5am and 11am)

"Ugh... Tell me how I'm supposed to sit through classes when I've been up since 4 AM? (yawn) I'm exhausted..."

well if you didn't stay up until 4am--oh who am i kidding i stayed up til like 3 watching a stream and reading datamine stuff and then I got up at like 6:30 to get ready for work I'm no better kekw.

Affinity 2: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Ugh... I can't believe I'm hiding right now... Why the hell does that clown have to chase me around at lunch time too?"

Affinity 3: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Preach about doing it for the sake of your friends or the animals or whatever all you want— I really don't give a shit. People who say that stuff are just deluding themselves."

i've known people with this kind of cynicism before. once he finds people care about him and a little more stability he'll come around a little more.

Affinity 4: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Huh? I can't see that clown anywhere... Hell yes. Gonna get through my watch list. I hope he never comes back."

Affinity 5: (between 8pm and 5am)

"I'm grinding this game on my phone, so could you not talk to me for a while? Crap, I think my RSI is flaring up..."

in Japanese he specifies tendonitis haha

Affinity 6: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Don't people get embarrassed calling out those words when they use their stigmas? It makes them look like LARPers..."

in japanese he says they sound like they have chuunibyou which is much funnier imo lmao. also i guess that means he can say his in his head? since he'd feel embarrassed doing it aloud, maybe he's practiced already lol

Affinity 7: (between 11am and 4pm)

"You think I sigh a lot? Got a problem with that? You realize trying to take away people's freedom of speech is power harrassment, right?"

you're starting to sound like ritsu. gonna hurt yourself reaching like that.

Affinity 8: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"I'm so done... I'm out of HP... Shouldn't I be exempt from missions and classes since I'm looking after all those animals?"

well based on one of Haku's chats, you can just do missions if you don't go to class, and based on Kaito you can just go to class instead of doing missions. . .but I'm sure Haru forces him on missions anyway lol. . . .

Affinity 9: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Pfft... The video of that clown getting attacked by that hawk thing is getting so many interacts. This editing thing's actually pretty fun."

does editing count as a creative effort? i wouldn't be surprised if he switched to Hotarubi next year if so, assuming he doesn't get used to Jabberwock and the animals. Also why didn't he get stopped by Sophy for uploading a video with an anomaly? Unless he uploaded it to an Institute social media site like WickHive or something. . . .

Affinity 10: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Gotta change the locks so that clown can't get in again. I've bought enough padlocks to start my own business by now..."

life haru finds a way. sometimes that way is "towa, break down the door" if he runs out of lockpicking equipment.

Affinity 11: (between 5am and 11am)

"My head's killing me... This is the worst... Rise and shine! my ass... It's basically still the middle of the night. Guess I should padlock my windows..."

5-6am I can understand being 'basically the middle of the night' but after that you're pushing it lmao

Affinity 12: (between 11am and 4pm)

"The cafeteria's way over capacity... The assholes who save seats before its even noon are ruining it for everyone else..."

Affinity 13: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Why's my pay so low... huh? What's this deduction for? "Consultation Fee: Ritsu Shinjo..." He's seriously charging me for complaining...?"

Ritsu charges for looking at him too long. i'd try venting on wickhive over complaining to Ritsu.

Affinity 14: (between 5am and 11am)

"That rabbit sure has it good. All it has to do is breathe and everyone fawns over it. Doesn't even have to feed itself. Just wait till it grows up and learns what the world's really like."

WELL BASED ON THAT THE ADULT PEEKABOO WAS STILL BEING FAWNED OVER AND HARU HAD TO STOP PEOPLE FROM PETTING IT BECAUSE IT BITES. . .IT'LL PROBABLY STILL HAVE IT GOOD. Haru takes good care of the animals.

Affinity 15: (between 5am and 11am)

"Sup... Huh? I'm alone today. I just got up on my own since if I don't that clown'll wake me up anyway."

yeah? it's because of haru? not because of your affinity with the pc being more than half so you wanna be up earlier to spend more time with them? sure.

Affinity 16: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Oof, nearly missed the noon raid...  Not like I'll have any time to myself once I get back to the dorm, so I guess I should do it now..."

Affinity 17: (between 10pm and midnight)

"No, I'm not going to sleep yet. I'm gonna watch a horror B-movie. You don't have to think, so they're the perfect thing to watch before bed."

i used to watch/listen to mts3k to go to sleep so. i feel this.

Affinity 18: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Well done me for surviving another day... Oh, same to you too, {PC}. I don't how you can do this stuff voluntarily."

SOME PEOPLE JUST LIKE ANIMALS DAWG.

Affinity 19: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Huh? I'm going to the campus store to buy some stuff, where are you going? Well, I'm going that way, so...bye."

not sure if shy or asocial lmao. could be both!

Affinity 20: (between 5am and 11am)

"You're being forced to help out again? Wow, a doormat out in the wild. So? Where do you want me to carry all this food?"

he's helping you even though he doesn't wanna work. HE'S GOT IT BAD.

Affinity 21: (between 11am and 4pm)

"This? It's a video I uploaded. People seem really into it. It's of that clown getting chased by a dog and flailing around like one of those inflatable air dancers."

Affinity 22: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"What am I doing today? Working at the diner. Oh, if you want to keep me company, feel free to come by. As long as you serve yourself."

it's not a date or anything since he's at work but like. . .he is inviting you to hang out. . . .

Affinity 23: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Huh? You were waiting for me to get off work? Oh... Thanks. Wait, that clown put you up to this?! I'm gonna kill him..."

NO NO WE CAME HERE WILLINGLY probably. although it does seem like Haru to be like "oh hey Ren really really likes you, you should go pick him up from work! he'd love that!!" like a real nosy mom who's trying to get his son together with his crush.

Affinity 24: (between 10pm and midnight)

"When did it get this late? That was horrifyingly fast... I'll walk part of the way back with you. I was gonna go buy something to drink anyway..."

excuses, excuses. . . .

Affinity 25(max): (no time constraints)

"Every day here is a fresh hell, sure, but... You're suffering through it with me, so I guess I'll stick it out a little longer..."

'this sucks but you make it suck a little(a lot) less so i can keep going'. yep, that's our tsundere alright!

Spring: (March-May) (between 5am and 11am)

"That clown's even more slap-happy than usual lately—it's horrible. Has he got spring fever or something?"

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Otonashi keeps trying to make me drink some kind of rice porridge with weird flowers in it... It's actual porridge harassment."

considering the flower Towa associates with Ren is poisonous, i think it's safe to assume he is literally trying to poison him to death lmao. also wtf is porridge harassment--i even tried looking it up in japanese and the first thing that came up was someone screenshotting it and saying "what is porridge harassment" lolol

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"All this farm labor's bad enough without all the caterpillars and weird plants that are out there now...This is harassment."

what's harassing you, nature? as someone who just had to kill a huge mosquito that came into my room, nature is harassing me too.

(between 8pm and 5am)

"I hate cherry blossoms. They're like the flower version of being a legacy kid— all they have to do is bloom once a year and everyone claps."

in japanese what he says is something like 'i hate them just like people born with silver spoons in their mouths'. basically he hates people born into privilege lol i bet he'd have the potential to get along well with haku until he learns he'll be inheriting a shrine. . .then again he's getting along with Ritsu in their own little way

Summer: (June-August) (between 5am and 11am)

"This is the worst... It's not even noon yet, how is it so hot? Summer is for extroverts and party animals, I wish it could just be over already..."

(between 11am and 4pm)

"A group trip to the beach? I'd rather die. No decent person would ever go there of their own free will."

butbutbut. think of the summer skins!!!

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Summer was our busy period back home, so I always had to kill myself helping out. Now I'm here though... nothing's changed."

. . .did Ren's family run some sort of seaside shop??? And he happened to end up afraid of the ocean and hating aquatic creatures and such?

(between 8pm and 5am)

"How can the A/C be banned in the dorm...? Who gives a shit what temperature some anomalous animal that sneaks in prefers, humans should come first..."

okay i agree with him here though what the fuck kind of rule is that. can we talk to hyde about that, that's insane haru.

Autumn: (September-November) (between 5am and 11am)

"Now it's getting colder, I nearly found myself feeling grateful for this tragic jumpsuit... Am I being brainwashed...?"

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Fall, the season of the harvest—I'll stick with cup noodles, thanks. "Fall, the season to enjoy the outdoors"—screw that. I'm gonna make it the season of naps."

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Look—I got bitten by some weird bug anomaly. To hell with the stupid bug spray ban, I'm buying some."

(between 8pm and 5am)

"I feel like the mountains are rowdier when there's a full moon. Pretty sure my enemy encounter rate goes up when I'm on patrol too... Maybe I'm just imagining it."

is 'enemy encounter rate' here referring to people or anomalies. . .because if it's people then that's just because of tsukimi. . .although I wouldn't be surprised if there were a lot of anomalies or anomalies were more active on full moons.

Winter: (December-February) (between 5am and 11am)

"There's less patrols in winter but anything involving water like washing up gets even worse... Ugh, I wish I could hibernate too..."

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Since the climate in Jabberwock's so messed up, sometimes it's actually warm in winter. The blizzards are way stronger though..."

have you tried pissing towa off less?

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Oh god, I just saw what's in the diner's new Mystery Hot Pot... It's gotta be a matter of time before this place goes bust..."

i mean if they had ordinary health inspectors maybe lolol

(between 8pm and 5am)

"That clown broke my window so my room's like a freezer... Oh, don't worry. I just took his room instead."

lmao imagine Ren invites you to hang out and takes you to Haru's room instead of his like nah he broke my window so i'm using his room and he can freeze.

His birthday: (July 25th)

"You got this for me? That clown's been spreading my personal info around... No, it's fine, I'll still take it. Thanks."

i guess he doesn't really tell people his birthday, huh.

Your birthday:

"Happy birthday, {PC}. ...Isn't it kind of rude to look so surprised I'd celebrate your birthday? That came from the heart, you know."

I MEAN YOU NORMALLY DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING. . .it's happy surprise!!!

New Years: (January 1st)

"Happy New Year. My resolution? Escaping the hell hole that is Jabberwock, for starters."

well you got here in like September or something so. you've got a while befor eyou can switch houses lmao but you can do it this year!

Valentine's Day: (February 14th)

"You got me chocolates? You're the type who does all this kind of stuff, huh? No, it's fine, you went to the trouble and everything so I'll take them."

i love when characters kinda mock you for doing getting them something but then they're like "nonono i want it gimme--" lolol from Ren especially it's very tsundere. poor guy wouldn't be straightforward about his feelings unless a damn life was on the line.

White Day: (March 14th)

"{PC}... Here, if you want them. I just bought the first thing I saw, so don't read into it..."

i bet it's actually really nice lolol

April Fool's Day: (April 1st)

"Guess what? I got special permission to switch houses. That nightmare is now behind me! I wish..."

Halloween: (October 31st)

"I hope everyone who gets excited about Halloween lives in misery for the rest of their lives. Why the hell do I have to help out with this stupid themed tour?"

Christmas: (December 25th)

"Can I ask you a question, {PC}? You don't still believe in Santa Claus, do you? Never mind, it doesn't matter. Have a good Christmas."

i mean. . .after coming here santa is a plausible entity to believe in. . .if there's gonna be a santa i don't wanna be caught not believing and missing out on gifts. . . .

Idle: (about 20 seconds without interacting with the game) (below 13 affinity)

"Where'd she go...? Whatever. Guess I'll catch up on some of my games."

(13 affinity and above)

"Pfft... This edit's awesome. I'm a genius. I'll show {PC} when she gets back."

true bonding is sharing the funny memes you worked hard on. . . .

Absent: (logging in for the first time in 2 or more days?)

"It's not like I was waiting for you or anything. It's just this hell hole is even more unbearable when you're not around..."

YEP THAT'S OUR UNFORTUNATE CUSTOMER SERVICE EMPLOYEE TSUNDERE ALRIGHT. His lines don't really get super affectionate but. They still have a charm to them when you realize how much he hides his feelings in the usual tsundere way. He likes you a lot but like. . .it's a bother and it's embarrassing. . .and what're the chances you're into him? He'll just invite you over to watch movies and play games with him and stuff. . .and tell himself it's fine to just be friends until it eats away at him. . .or until Haru spills the beans for him--

this took way too long because i got distracted like three times in the middle and my laptop started freaking out and i had to figure out why and close and reopen everything about 8 times hahaha. . . . OKAY TIME FOR ME TO GO TO BED! I hope this satisfies you a little bit!!

[erxxi3]

Giggling as I write this 🤭🤭🤭

So basically, you and Leon haven’t had sex or anything too sexual in a while. Needless to say, Leon is really pent up and needy… this comes in handy lol.

One evening, while Leon is gaming with the crew, you sneak in and begin to tease him before sucking him off (similarly to your work where you fuck Leon while he’s gaming). Leon’s really sensitive because he hasn’t been touched in a while, so while he thinks he muted his mic—he did not. I’m leaving it in your hands for how the crew reacts!! I just… really need to read this 😈 Thank you for your attention, I love your works!

Giggling because you requested this and thank you for your support my lovely! <33

Definitely gonna make the others clown on Leon when he puts his headset back on to continue gaming, I’ll add a little smth smth maybe the reader teases him by moving her tank top to the side to show the side of her boobs? Maybe trailing her fingers down his happy trail (he definitely has a slightly small happy trail.)

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Teasing Him & Under The Desk Head

Re4, Gamer bf! Leon Kennedy

Sypnosis: (What the request said ^ )

Cw. PURE SMUT, oral (m! Receiving), sucking + jerking him off, public bc ummm the party chat thingy wasn’t on mute kind of & getting caught??, kind of sub! Leon & begging Leon (more so puppy leon ig?), slight praise, pet names: (Baby & sweetheart), lots of teasing towards leon, and mentions of more loving at the end :) IDK IF I HAVE EVERY WARNING DOWN! NOT PROOF READ!

A/N: Loved writing this again and thats for requesting my lovely because my inbox had a moth fly out of it……. FEEL FREE TO REQUEST MY INBOX IS ALWAYS OPEN!!

SMUT W SOME PLOT AHEAD!! MDNI!!

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You were in the kitchen cleaning after making cookies with Leon, but you had grown a bit bored so you thought you should checkup on him to see what he was doing. As you got closer to the room you heard him yelling at his buddies on the game, “Shut up, chris you’re a asshole for killing me!”.

You chuckled and walked into the closet and changed into a loose fitting tank top and some tight shorts, heading back to watch Leon play his game.

You put your hands on his shoulders while leon whispered to you “Babe, cmon I’m playing a game not right now.”

The others started laughing, Carlos began to speak “Leon I think you should take care of your lady before someone steals her.” he teased him.

Carlos is quite the Mr. Steal yo girl type of guy which made you find him quite funny and he definitely was the charming type.

Leon gets back into his gaming mode, but you have other plans stored for him. Pulling his chair back a bit, “Don’t worry babe, just relax lately you’ve been so pent up…” you whispered into his ear before planting soft kisses onto his neck. Leon shivers once more as his fingers trail up your leg and your hand slides down over his abs and back up again. Leaning in to kiss Leon again and pull away slightly when Leon starts kissing your collarbone, you turn around and plant a quick peck on his lips.

You pulled away and pointed to his headset which he grabbed “Sorry guys I have to take care of something important it won’t take long I promise.” laying it back on the desk putting it on mute, or so he thought.

You took some time to start pulling at the hem of his shirt over his head and throw it on the floor, while kissing him “No touching yet, baby.” You said as you move one side of your tank top revealing the side of your boob, but you stopped there.

“Babe, please…” He begged as he tried to sit still, his chest rising and falling with each breathe he takes. You restrain his hands behind his back so he doesn’t touch you, as your hands trail down his happy trail you begin to unbutton his pants “I want to taste you…I need to feel you.” Leon moans in pleasure at your ministrations. Taking Leon’s cock out of his pre-cum covered boxers taking it in your hand you slowly palm the head of his cock looking at Leon who’s eyes are glued to your face, his face getting redder by the second.

“Can I do this, sweetheart?” you ask him as your tongue circles his tip, “Yeah.. yeah baby….” Leon says as he tries to focus on anything else except for what you were doing with his cock that was now fully erect and throbbing at your touch. You prepare to take him into your mouth, as you try to take all of him he pushes your head down onto his cock. “Take it all f’me …Please don’t stop.” he says in between pants and gasps for air. You lick his cock one last time then place him in your mouth sucking his entire cock.

You could hear him moan every time you sucked and nibbled at him and soon you felt yourself get soaked with more pre cum, “Fuck. Mmh— Fuck…” he moaned as he continued to thrust himself into your throat. You continue to suck his cock, taking all of him in your mouth as tears started to form and prick your eyes, eventually gagging around his cock due to how much you liked having him inside your throat, but he began thrusting, “I’m close….Ah- fuck..” Leon said as the climaxes began to build inside him. His orgasm was about to hit and you pulled your mouth off of him and started jerking him off as he started crying due to the pleasure, leaving him in ecstasy.

His cock twitched in your hand as he got closer to his release, “Babe~….Hah- oh…fuck-“ his thighs started to shake as he built up his orgasm, Leon’s body quivered as he came, spattering cum all over your chest and face.

“S-shit…oh god-“, he said through grunts trying to catch his breath, as he collapsed into your embrace “Shh…I’m sorry…” you told as you whiped yourself clean with your hand and licked all off his cum off your fingers. Clinging to his body and hugging his chest tightly you kissed his cheek softly “It’s okay...don't apologize..it happens sometimes.” He said with tears flowing down his cheeks. He wipes his tears from his cheeks as he wraps his arms around you.

You let go of the embrace and went back to work cleaning off the mess you made and throwing away the cups. “Let me wash you off baby.” He suggested, as you nodded. He got a wet paper towel and cleaned you up with it. “Babe, go back to your game the others are probably waiting for you.” you said leaning into his ear and whispering, before leon puts his headset back on he hears the others laughing.

“Hey, guys I’m back! What did i miss.” Leon said waiting for someone to respond.

“Oh nothing…Just the fact that we heard everything. You got it right on, my man!” Chris stated.

Carlos then chimed in “I would say she learned some tips from Jill a couple days ago, I overheard them on the phone.”

Leon laughed “Well, guess I know where she gets her information for new things to try from. That’s besides the point we don’t talk about what you heard, got it guys?” He said in a stern and slightly demanding voice, which you found hot.

“Yeah bro’ we wouldn’t dream of it~” Chris answered teasingly.

You rolled your eyes at their shenanigans and layed in the bed on your phone waiting for Leon to wrap up his game for the night and come love on you some more.

As soon as he finishes his game you give him a quick peck and tell him to ‘go on, I’ll be here, I’m not gonna fall asleep again tonight without getting some more love from you.’ you said smirking at him as he turns back and nods with a smile.

You then turn your attention back to your phone and watch Tik Tok and see the latest trends and stuff.

Your boyfriend has been playing for about a couple hours before he told the bros he was getting off for the night and that he was tired, that he will most likely play tomorrow if he isn’t busy with his girlfriend, which is you. He turned off his system before getting in bed with you and spooning you until you fell asleep with his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him.

He knew you loved being in his strong embrace and that you wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight without it. You both always slept better when you were tangled together like this especially during sex or in bed. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep too.

~

The next morning when you woke up you looked over at Leon and couldn’t believe the scene that greeted you, which you couldn’t help but laugh at. He was still sleeping peacefully in your arms and your face was facing towards his. His beautiful blue eyes stared into yours as you watched his eyelashes fluttering every now and then, his hair had bits of black hair on it and he looked like an angel, as his face relaxed and the corners of his mouth curved upwards slightly. He really was a beautiful sight, even though he looked very sleepy.

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[daytaker]

greetings from clown anon, adored the fic very silly <33

i apologise if i’m filling up your inbox but may i ask for an mc that’s a mortician? that or is just desensitised to death and knows a lot about it, like i imagine whenever the brothers in early season 1 used to do like very specific threats mc would be like “uh actually that’s not how that works” essentially acting like a bit of a smart ass completely glossing over the actual threat

thanksies in advance (´∀｀*)

Clown Anon MCs - [ Clowncore MC | Death-Fixated Science Geek MC | LeVeyan Satanist MC ]

(I'll be real I have no memory of the specific threats and I was too lazy to go look for them but I will follow along the lines of the prompt anyway.)

I'm going to do this one in bullet point form. Hope that's okay.

(CW: a bit gross at times. not quite gore.)

Now I Am Become MC, Destroyer of Worlds: A Death-Fixated Main Character in Obey Me!

Read below the cut.

They're extremely curious about demon anatomy. And not in a kinky way. They want to see how similar the structure and layout of demon organs are to human organs. They want to get full body X-rays when those wings and tails pop up. They want to get it on video when they appear and disappear. Because what the fuck. Yeah, yeah, they get it, magic exists, but still, what the fuck?!

They fully expect Beel to keel over and die one day from overeating. There is no way any single individual can consume the way he does and survive. They're actually hoping that if he does, they'll be able to carry out the post-mortem and see what exactly was going on with that stomach of his. I mean, yes, they'll be very sad he's gone, but at least he'll have died as a martyr to science!

Dead shadow hog? Taxidermied. Dead fire newt? Taxidermied. Dead devil zebra? Brought home, dissected, taxidermied. The brothers don't really like to go to their room because of the constant dizzying stench of formaldehyde that comes from it.

Sometimes they'll just sit and stare at one of the brothers. If asked what they're doing, they'll simply say, "Observing." Reactions to this range from Beel's "Oh, okay," to Levi's "I'M GOING TO MY ROOM AND NEVER LEAVING FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE."

So Solomon's immortal, is he? How immortal, exactly? Is it just that he'll never die from old age? Could he die of a disease? Surely he could die from injuries, right? Has he tested this? Can they test it? Please?

....Please?

Wait, wait, wait. Satan came from where? How? Why? What the hell? Lucifer, take your shirt off, they need to do some investigating. Satan, you too. Lucifer, show them your back. No scars? Not even from ripping your own wings off? Hm. Satan, do you have a bellybutton? ...That's weird, you definitely didn't need an umbilical cord. And you're saying he came out full-sized? Stop telling them it's magic! Magic is just science that people don't understand yet.

Actually, all of you get in here and strip, this has been a long time coming. MC needs to figure out what the hell is happening here.

Why not?

Pleeeease?

Satan, let's talk about one of your murder mysteries! They do this exactly one time, and never again because MC kept interrupting to point out plot holes and inconsistencies. It was so annoying. It kind of ruined the genre for him for a little while.

Leviathan, MC wants to ask you about how you survive underwater. Levi--- Hey, where are you going? Levi?

They write their paper on comparative anatomy of demons, angels, and humans. Diavolo gets a little queasy after the first page and gives them an A. He doesn't want to read the rest, he trusts they did a thorough job.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Creepypasta Masterlist Vol. 5

thats right! we are on volume 5 of the creepypasta masterlist! hard to believe i've written so many posts in just a year and a half of this blog being active! im sure you all know the drill, and for those who dont: you can find my request rules in my pinned, and request status in my bio! please only send requests through the inbox! you can find the other crp volumes in my masterpost, found in pinned! if youre unsure if i write for a certain creepypasta, you can always ask!

MULTI

singing songs w/ them in the car (lj, nina, jeff, toby)

playing games w/ toby, jeff, ej, and hoodie

slender, ej, and bloody painter x winslow leach!reader

reader doing the orange peel test on slender splendor lj and hoodie

jeff nina ticci toby x strong fem reader

nina hoodie masky toby walking the reader home after getting followed

slenderman lj bloody painter x winged reader

friendship bracelets w/ nina, jeff, laughing jack, and slenderman

making smores with the proxies

masky and hoodie x new proxy!reader

jeff, ej, slenderman, and bloody painter walking the reader home after getting followed

masky jeff and lj x reader who likes to prank them by jumping out of places

jeff ej lj x immortal reader who keeps coming back after theyre murdered by them

slender and splendor carrying the reader by the scruff

being married to bloody painter and hoodie (separate)

slenderman jeff toby x reader who calls them cute

ej, toby, jane, slenderman x overly confident reader who has no survival instinct

slapping slenderman and ljs asses before running away

lj toby and jeff x reader who sucks at baking

wearing their jackets 1/?

jeff masky splendor and bloody painter as roommates

Ej jeff nina bloody painter x pregnant reader with cravings

SLENDERMAN

Slenderman toby ej x reader who is like shinichi from parasyte

Making flower crowns for various crps 1/?

someone takes a picture of the two of you

x reader who is still scared of him

social mirroring and body language

aftercare

flufftober day 25 love letters

X fem reader who is determined to be kind

SPLENDORMAN

f y m (fluff alphabet)

comforting the reader after a stressful day

x lost child reader (platonic)

MASKY

q o g (fluff alphabet)

HOODIE

being carried after an injury

TICCI TOBY

flufftober day 28 pumpkin patch

JEFF THE KILLER

boo, snacks, give out (fall prompts)

e f <3 (fluff alphabet)

flufftober day 8 (pet fic)

BEN DROWNED (PLATONIC ONLY)

x protective older sibling!reader

flufftober day 24 game night

LAUGHING JACK

x reader who dresses up as a clown

B A I (fluff alphabet)

X chubby reader

EYELESS JACK

x reader who doesnt eat meat

rescue in the night (oc x canon raffle prize)

accidentally killing the reader

reader haunting him after he accidentally kills them

flufftober day 21 picnic

protective!ej x reader

feral eyeless jack x immortal reader

X AI reader

PUPPETEER

u o h (fluff alphabet)

BLOODY PAINTER

saving the reader from being attacked

posing nude for his art (sfw)

figure study (one shot)

X musician!reader

OTHER

masky and hoodie x reader (poly)

flufftober day 19 w/ nina, road trip

7MIH INTERACTIVE

The opener

An Empty Pill Bottle (Ending 1)

A Tab From an Energy Drink Can (Ending 2)

A miniature knife on a keychain (Ending 3)

A bandage scrap (Ending 4)

A miniature flashlight on a keychain (Ending 5)

[abouttomakeanameformyself]

Someone New Chapter Three: Dumb love, I love being stupid

2/5 🌶️ Sfw but with mild violence and strong language

Hi! I know this took a while, but my mental health was in the basement. I really appreciate your patience and starting in chapter 4, we're getting into the slutty hours

Remy was right about a shower.  The second grime from the last day was scrubbed off your skin under boiling water, you felt a lot better. There was still a throbbing sensation in your brain, but it was more uncomfortable than painful. 

The ride to the apartment you shared with Yelena and James was long, but not long enough. While Lebeau helped distract you with the ‘you look good in my shirt’ curveball, that feeling of dread was starting to build. You didn't think about it, but you were still aware of its presence. 

Remy’s pickup truck rolling down St. Claude Ave. was starting to feel like a death march. A 11 minute Google maps time quickly becomes 2 minutes before you can even wrap your head around the fact you were in the way to get your things. You're going to pack up and move out and that will be it. Years of your life down the drain. A relationship, even more importantly a friendship, down the drain. Moving was so final.

The pang in your chest told you that you could forgive James, if you wanted to but you tried to ignore it. Cheating ruins relationships. Not only was he unfaithful but he picked your best friend. She also knew you were together. That's not something you should just get over. Breaking up was the right thing to do, but it still felt horrible. 

The Lilac double shotgun inched closer, the pit in your stomach grew. Even more so when Jame’s vintage motorcycle was spotted clearly in your side of the driveway. Oh fuck. Oh no. Oh no no no no. “...You know, we can always come back.”

Remy looked over at you, those red on black eyes scanning you quickly. It seemed like he was checking in, but choosing his words softly. You know, when he said he was scared of you it sounded like a joke, but he looked at you like you were particularly eggshell shaped. His eyes flicked from you to the bike and back, before he reached over to very gently touch your shoulder. 

“You can do this. I'll be right behind ya’ bébe. He can't hurt ya anymore. Not with Remy in the picture. Il est stupide mais pas à ce point-là.” He said, that hot honey voice covering you like a weighted blanket. His hand on your shoulder felt… it felt like every cell in your body was buzzing with warmth from the brief contact. When his hand withdrew, a shiver passed through your body, covering your skin with gooseflesh. 

That's weird but I literally have zero time to think about it. 

“I haven't talked to him since he- I find that it was better to just not respond, rather than hurt myself by letting him explain.” You whispered, finding a weird comfort in Remy's presence. Part of the Jaggermsister shooting and the way your conversations passed made it feel as if you didn't need to worry about him. He wasn't going to judge you anymore if he hasn't already. There was solace in the fact you could be honest. 

“He was acting like a clown, Chérie. Ya didn't sign up for the circus.” Remy said with such a genuine tone of kindness, that you don't think he knew calling someone a clown was supposed to feel silly. “Remy will be right there next to ya’ cher. You'll be fine. I'll be right here.” 

The exhale that passed through your lips was grounding, and you gave the Cajun next to you a nod of understanding. James would still probably be on one, but with Remy there, there was a comfort in knowing he'll be acting like a wounded hero. His worst behavior will probably be saved for your messages inbox but the block button is a thing that exists. 

You slid out of the pickup truck, your jeans from the night before clad on your body. You looked roughly the same as you did when you left the afternoon before, but only this time, Remy's New Orleans’ Saints hoodie hung loose on your frame. It wasn't a good idea, but it made sense in theory because you could give fucky-Bucky his shirt back. 

The second your feet hit the pavement of the road, you saw the curtains shift. Well. It was too late now. James knew you were here and that you were coming in. With a grimace, you turned to face Remy, voice squeaky with stress. “Come in with me? Please?” 

“Cher, it's the least I can do. Besides I might have some words with this ex-boyfriend of yours. Ya’ bad as hell, cher. Il a perdu un dix.” He walked to your side of the truck, his red on black eyes staring at the townhouse converted apartment analytically.  “Remy can see why you wanted to stay here. ‘s nice.” 

“It’s also rent controlled. In today's economy…” You trailed off, because it wasn't your apartment anymore. It was James and Yelena’s. It was their place. Being around is just painful. 

You could only stand there, next to the old pickup, staring at your old apartment. Remy stood next to you, not saying a word. Occasionally out of the corner of your eye you could see those dark eyes flick to your face before turning back to your apartment. 

You didn't know how long passed before your new roommate broke the silence. “Cher, Remy's not trying to rush you, but we've been standing here for a while. You need to be brave, Belle. Ya can do it! I got ya.” 

“It hasn't been that long bu-” You were silenced by Remy gently taking your hand loosely in his, so you could pull away if you wanted to. It was similar to his hand on your shoulder earlier. The calming gesture was a nice reprieve from stressing about James. Well it was until he started walking towards the door, guiding you along.

“Lebeau, what are you doing?!” You squeaked, toddling along behind him. It would be simpler to just let go of his hand. That would be the sensible and reasonable option but his skin was warm and soothing against your palm. You could let go at any moment. “Chérie, I'm going to go get your stuff. You can wait out here if you want but I have no idea what's yours and what isn't, so it would be easier if you come with me.” 

Remy was calm as he said it, he was very calm, clearly he was trying to keep you relaxed. In his own way. Annoying mother fucker. You knew you'll be thanking him for this when you can wear your own clothing tonight but as of this moment it was very irritating. 

As the pair of you passed through the threshold of the driveway, you found yourself squeezing his hand for support. With his strong grip and long fingers, it seemed like he didn't even notice your death squeeze.

When you reach the large oak door, it's like you forgot to breathe on your own. Your panicked gaze looked over at Remy, pleading for something. Anything. His hand released your own, and you thought he was going to knock on the door. Instead he stepped in, gently cupping your face with his large hands. The fucking balls on this guy. That warm, electric touch completely enraptured you. Even if it was momentarily. “You go grab your things, belle. I'll deal with the fool.” 

Said fool was standing in wait as the unlocked door swung open. 

James had a habit of looking intense when he wanted to. Broad chest, dark hair, and a piercing gaze. Your first time looking at his face since you literally caught him 7 inches deep in your best friend and he was gazing at you like you're the one who fucked up. “You had me worried sick.” 

You opened your mouth to answer and Remy stepped closer to you. Not invasive, but supportive. He didn't physically touch you at all, but his arms crossed over his chest. Those red-black eyes stared daggers at James. His smirk was still wide in his face but instead of flirtatious like with you, it was laced with a warning.

“I don't see why you were worried. The message that we were done was pretty clear.” Your voice sounded hollow in your ears. There was an unpleasant sensation in your sinuses that indicated that you might cry. You slowly exhaled, trying to calm yourself. James looked right through you it seems, lingering on Remy. 

“Who's this?” It was a simple two words, but it was laced with venom. He did that. James had a way of saying the right things on paper, but his tone said it all. It was a distinct talent he had. Hard eyes flicked from you to Remy then back to you, before settling in the borrowed Saints hoodie. 

The cool girl thing was to ooze confidence and pretend you bought the shirt but you didn't want to be a liar. “This is my new roommate. You can have my bedroom, though I assume you don't need it.” 

James’ brows shot up, almost accusatory. It was funny, because he was the one with the nasty habit of putting his genitals inside people he's not dating. It's fine, he's physically penetrating your social circle but you're the problem? How reasonable. 

Remy chose now to speak up, and as that smokey sweet voice cut through the air, you didn't know if things got better or a whole lot worse. “Remy Lebeau. Nice to meet ya’.” 

It was polite and you didn't expect anything less from him but his words dripped cold onto James. The energy shifted in the room. All that hostility that was focused on you has moved over to the tall. It was both welcome and incredibly discouraging to see. 

“Well, Remy. I have never seen you before. Why are you in my apartment?” James said, arms still crossed over his chest and light eyes analytical. For being a grown man, he seemed to have the stance of a displeased toddler next to Remy Lebeau. The Cajun knew it too, smirk dripping with lethality. 

“Chérie, why don't you get your things?” He said, his tone softening to hit your ears. His red on black eyes bore into James like he was trying to burn a hole into him. He didn't say anything unkind, because he wasn't the type, but James was. With a grimace, you stepped away to pack up your bedroom. 

The voices outside the door could still be heard, hushed but still prevalent. You couldn't make out quite what was being said but you could definitely tell that it was intense. Other than a few moments where you could place Remy's smooth Cajun drawl or James gravely tone, you couldn't make heads or tales from their conversation. That was definitely Remy's intent, you knew that. You were thankful for it, while it was also very fucking irritating. 

It took you a little under an hour to pack up your life, zipping it away in suitcases or shoving it into trash bags. Tears occasionally rolled down your cheeks, coming and going as they pleased. Packing years of your life felt so final. It also seemed like so much of your life passed before you could even process it. Time was a funny thing, because something you thought was permanent and set in stone could pass by so quickly. 

Remy was sitting on the couch, arms spread out over the back. He clearly made himself at home, which clearly was pissing James off. He looked absolutely content with the fact he was egging on your ex. Not only content but happy to do it. When he saw you, his smirk pryed his lips upwards. “Cher, you ready?”

He rose to his feet, helping to carry your belongings. It was very transparent that he was a frequent gym user, because he very easily lifted an entire wardrobes worth of clothing like it was nothing. Remy started out towards the pickup truck, leaving you alone for a brief moment with James. 

“I don't like that guy. You are going stay here until you find a more acceptable place to live.” James said the second the Cajun was out of earshot. Something about the phrasing deeply irritated you. He didn't suggest it. He seemed to be demanding you. 

“Well, that's not your decision.” You replied simply, your voice once again sounding foreign and distant in your ears. It wasn't often you told James no. Usually because there was nothing wrong with going with what he wanted, except for this specific instance. The look on his face said that he was used to you just agreeing with him. “Be reasonable, you don't know this guy!”

The sinus sensation prickled your senses once again, and you swallowed the lump building in the back of your throat. Remy's presence brought a sense of security that was gone the second he left the room. The anger and betrayal that was dormant with your roommate by your side was boiling over. “Well, I don't really know you either! The James I know would have never cheated on me! Especially with my best friend.” 

“Is it considered cheating if it was simply physical and not romantic?” This mother fucker sounded so genuine, that you thought you were gonna stress-burst an artery. You couldn't even respond before he decided to open his mouth again, deciding to double down on his fuckery. “I wanted a little variety. We've been having sex for a while, and it was starting to bore me. That doesn't make me a bad guy. I'm human. It's a human need.” 

Remy, from the 24 hours you've known him, has been nothing but calm, contained and polite. That was not the Remy who walked in time to overhear the tail end of this conversation. “Excuse the fuck out of you, Garçon de pute. I don' know what makes ya’ think you have the right to talk that way, but ya’ suck.” 

Now, French wasn't a language that you were extremely familiar with, but you could assume that it wasn't good. He walked past you, stepping between your frame and James. While they were similar in height, Remy's stature was a bit broader than James. “I don't think ya really deserve to be havin’ sex with someone if you get bored of them.” 

Remy’s words to James felt like armor from the sting of his words. You still heard them loud and clear, but they hurt less. Your own inadequacies seemed to be diluted by the Cajun’s horror about what was said. 

“I don't see how this is any of your business pal, I'm talking to my girlfriend.” 

“Ex-girlfriend.” Remy said, very confidently, correcting your ex like he was one who pulled the plug. He looked over his shoulder, gazing at you to make sure you were okay, before his eyes hardened and flicked back to James. “The fact you fumbled a 10, cher. Ya had that nightly and ruined it.” 

James looked pretty peeved and tried to open his mouth, most likely to defend himself. The second there was sound coming from it, he was shushed loudly by Remy. “No. You're digging yourself into ya own grave. Ya’ done speaking. No more.” 

“Fuck off pal. You-” he pointed to you, jaw clenched “You're staying here. I don't know where you found this fucking guy but I don't want you going with him.”

“Well that's not a decision for you to make, James. I don't want to stay with you. You're embarrassing me.” You said lowly, belongings still clutched in your hands. 

“Did you fuck him or something? Last night? You did, didn't you?” Your ex boyfriend's face curled into a crazed, humorless grin. James’s eyes cut into you. The urge to cry was flooding your senses again, and this time Remy truly fucking lost it. 

With one swift movement, he stepped forward, gathering James' shirt in his fists. His large hands that grounded you so gently earlier were now about to rain terror on another grown man's face. Honestly you weren't as upset about it as a sensible person would be “Outside. Now. Ya’ don't get to disrespect ‘em that way.” 

It was like watching a car crash in slow motion. Cringing, but you couldn't do anything about it or looked away. Remy basically dragged him outside, closinting the door with his foot. “Grab the rest of your things Cher.” 

Of course, you didn't fucking listen. When your new roommate with the abs beats the everloving shit out of your ex-boyfriend for disrespecting you, you kinda need to watch. Your feet carried you to the window, opening the curtains to peak on the whole situation. 

It was over quickly. Remy threw a punch, while James kinda clamored around in response. His cocky, past statements of being a fucking bad bitch in a fight didn’t land but Remy’s fist landed just fine on his face. 

Within a few simple movements, James was on the ground, blood gushing from his nose. Remy Lebeau walked back into your old apartment, a soft smile pulling at his face when his eyes fell upon you. In an attempt to smooth over the last five minutes like they never happened, he stepped forwards, grabbing the bags from your hands. “Go grab anything else ya’ need, Chérie. We are burnin’ daylight.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

8 hours later, when you were on the floor of your bedroom, putting together one of those metal bed frames, the adrenaline was still pumping through your veins. You were done. You were out. You were officially moving in with someone who was an acquaintance at best. James was blocked and Yelena was told she had a week to tell Kate or Remy would. It was officially over.

Large knuckles wrapped on your doorframe. Your door was open, but Remy still knew to knock. It was polite. He has given you your space for the most part, except for delivering you Popeye's and helping you drag a mattress inside. The Cajun's ability to read a room was impressive.

"Hey, are we good, Chérie?" He asked, tone low and neutral. His eyes seemed a bit worried as they gazed at you, soft in the dimming light of the evening.

"Yea, we're good" You said, smiling at him softly. It was appreciated. His gesture of beating up your ex didn't seem all that grand at first, until you had some time to think about it. "Remy... Thank you. You stepped up when he disrespected me, and I've never really had that. I usually put up with it."

Remy's red and black gaze sunk into your skin as he looked at you in the warmth glow of your bedroom. "Chérie, I just wanted to say somethin'. He was wrong. Variety. I don't think he understood how lucky he was to have you, belle. Remy would never get sick of you. You're breathtaking, cher. If Remy ever got his hands on you, he wouldn't look anywhere else. Fuck him."

With that, he pulled himself from the doorframe and disappeared back into the living room.

[theindescribable1]

Important!

@giggles-the-clown0 @3amclothesmonster @lemonpie45 @ask-a-vinny @hiimtracher @0m3n-0f-d3ath @siren-serotonin @miracle-wizard @mistysparks

I do believe all you listed above had a clown oc that Carol used in her blog, but unfortunately, she's gone, and not coming back as far as I know.

In her absence, I'll be using my blog @indescribable-fun to keep the circus going, because I really love all the clown and whatnot

I felt like you guys should know. All Carol's posts are gone and deleted and her blog is no longer able to be found.

Don't worry, there is nothing wrong, she just wasn't posting much anymore and decided to quit tumblr, it was by the fault of no one and she's doing perfectly fine!

Resend your clown ocs to me (by message or inbox) so that I have a reference for all the clowns! I'll need to make sure I'm drawing them right :)

[mariipun]

Adventures of Wally & The Gang (plus their Caretaker)

Adventures of Wally and the Gang (plus their Caretaker)

Associates Meeting (one-shot)

Warnings: None. Just fluff and funsies honestly; silly antics some of the cast members get themselves into. By no means are my interpretations in relation to Clown’s work, and therefore, not canonically based. Consider this an introduction to the whimsical one-shots to come with our dear Caretaker and the gang.

Word Count: 1,970

Brief Description: Set in the modern world, the Welcome Home cast is alive and aware, living alongside humans. And you have been contracted to be their Caretaker. [you are referred to by the puppets as “Caretaker” or “Care” for short.]

Dedication: @nonomives @kandavers

 *blows kiss* Wanted to give you both this as my debut. 

[I am open to constructive criticism, feedback and ideas! Please inbox me if you have any! I’m a bit rusty with writing, so I appreciate any insight]

In a world much like the Muppets, puppets co-exist with humans. Although the colorful ensemble of characters from the beloved children’s TV show portrays themselves as sweet, educational, fun-loving personas-- when they aren’t on the air, they happen to get themselves into quite a lot of mischief. And you, the lucky individual that you are, have been contracted as their Caretaker to ensure these chaotic puppet actors stay on schedule and don’t put themselves in situations that could cause bad publicity.

You walked off set after speaking to one of the producers as the show had wrapped up earlier than expected. This made it easier to schedule the upcoming appointments you had meticulously organized around the otherwise busy puppet’s schedules. With clipboard in hand, you made your way over to the break area, where most of the cast members were chatting with stagehands, makeup artists, or lounging in their deck chairs.

“All right everyone!” You clapped your hands together to garner the attention of the cast, all eyes turning to you except for Barnaby standing over the spread table, hungrily grabbing at the box of doughnuts one of the interns had placed out. You deadpan at him before shouting his name, earning an audible hmph?! as the blue mass turned to look at you, a sprinkled doughnut hanging from his mouth, with two others in hand.

“Okaaaay—now that I have everyone’s attention, we have an early flight to catch tomorrow for our meeting with our studio associates, which will take place later in the afternoon once we’ve arrived.” You scan the break area to ensure they’re still listening, amused by Julie and Sally as they respond with shared squeals, already chatting about plans to sightsee the area and meet their adoring fans. Their bubbly response caused you to grin momentarily, before turning serious.

“That means! You all need to be awake, packed, and ready to go at 6 A.M. sharp.” You say sternly, now earning loud groans from a few of the puppets.

“Okay, okay.” You waved your hand dismissively to the choir of complaints. You didn’t know why they were complaining, considering they usually wake up this early in the morning to start the show. Rolling your eyes, you let out a breath, mentally preparing for whatever shenanigans these puppets will pull on you later. “You guys have the rest of the day to relax since it’s only 2 P.M. right now. Just remember, we need to stick to the schedule. I don’t want to have to explain myself to the Manager if things derail.”

With a resounding “All right” from everyone, you went your parting ways and continued to work out the schedule’s details. “Also! Julie, you better pack light! We are only staying for two days, so don’t bring your whole wardrobe with you—again…” You called after her, ignoring her refusal to do so.

[Next Day: 5:41 A.M.]

You grabbed your duffle bag, slinging it over your shoulder before grabbing the briefcase on your way out of your small apartment. Before descending the stairs of the apartment building, you turn back in to grab your coffee, yawning in the process. “Ugh, gonna be a long day.” You murmur to yourself, the lingering drowsiness from slumber not yet leaving your body. You check the time on your phone as you take a gentle sip. You only lived a 7-minute walk away from the set, which you were grateful for since (1) You didn’t own a car and (2) The Studio provided you with lodging once you agreed to be the cast’s Caretaker. The pay was all right considering the added bonuses of what the Studio provided for you, although, it’s probably due in part to the various applicants that had been hired and then immediately quit due to their lack of ability to actually wrangle the cast from committing any sort of war crimes. (Guess the Studio needed to give some sort of incentive for someone to fill the role). Taking on the task was daunting at first since you quickly learned how eager the members were to push boundaries. You didn’t necessarily blame them for being curious since there was still so much of the world they wanted to learn about. Of course, this made your job more difficult to handle at times.

[5:53 A.M.]

You walked through the studio’s hallways, quietly greeting good mornings to other studio employees as you passed. The meeting location for everyone was in room 2A, usually reserved for auditions, but opened for you to ensure everyone came on time. Arriving at the room, you saw that most of the members had already arrived. Poppy, sitting comically large on one of the chairs and leaning against the wall as she continued to sleep. Barnaby and Wally both lazily tapping on their phones; Frank and Eddie who were both reading; Howdy who had just strolled in with a loud yawn, and…. Julie and Sally? Who weren’t even here yet. Of course, knowing them Sally would come in ‘dramatically’ late, as per usual, and Julie would usually stroll along. You greet those who were already there good morning, earning a few mumbled good mornings in return and a quiet snore from Poppy. You leaned against the wall next to the entrance, taking out your schedule:

6 A.M. - morning roll call

6:10 A.M.- arrive to cars

6:30 A.M. - board private jet

8:30 A.M. (projected arrival time)

9:00 A.M. – early check-in

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1:30 P.M. – production meeting

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5:30 P.M. – dinner reservation (for self)

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You nod, everything was still on track for the most part… Sally would soon come in beaming and entered the room with a loud, sing-songy “I’m here!”, followed by the same response as the heaving Julie dragged an absurdly stuffed suitcase in tow. The sudden intrusion caused Poppy to jolt awake, everyone else looking over as the pair came in. You glanced at the time, 6:12 A.M.

“You’re late…and I told you to pack light--” You comment, shaking your head gently as the two tried to begin explaining. Raising a hand to stop them, you turned to everyone with a small smile, went over the plans for travel, and ushered them all to the awaiting cars outside.

[8:32 A.M. Landing]

As the jet landed, everyone deplaned and entered the cars that would transport them to the hotel. Once you have all arrived at the hotel, you check everyone in, soon giving them each their own room keys on the same floor. You gave them all a nod of approval as you all entered the elevator and went up to the 14th floor. You all agreed to meet in the lobby after freshening up to discuss any further plans. As you waved to them, you entered your room and took in the welcoming atmosphere. Plush pillows, clean sheets, a stocked mini fridge, a desk, a great window view, and a bathroom full of high-quality amenities you would surely take back home. (No one’s going to miss a few small bottles of shampoo and conditioner anyway). You place your briefcase on the desk, plop the duffle bag on the chair, and throw yourself onto the inviting bed. With arms spread wide, you inhale sharply as you stretch, sighing in contentment for a moment. The temporary silence gave your much-needed overworked mind some peace, before going into the bathroom to get ready. You would soon greet everyone with a much chippier attitude as they had all been waiting for you in the lobby area. You took notice as more guests began to enter the hotel, some with young children excitedly pointing out Wally and the others, pleading to meet them as their tired parents tried to calm their resounding squeaks. It was times like these when you got a break, witnessing the excitement and wonder of fans felt endearing. You were with a group of celebrities after all. Trying to keep a low profile was, unfortunately, not an option in your field of work.

“So, what do you guys want to do?” Eddie inquires. Everyone began throwing out ideas, Julie insisting they go shopping; Frank, who commented on a museum exhibit; Sally wanting to check out the old (presumably haunted) theaters; Howdy and Poppy bouncing ideas about taking a tour downtown; and Barnaby mentioning an all-you-can-eat buffet. The overwhelming chatter droned out your thoughts as everyone turned to you, arguing that they “Should do this!”, “No, this—“, “Care, I want to—“. You tried hushing everyone as their voices became increasingly loud in volume, garnering more attention from the hotel guests as their rambunctious natures were disturbing the ease of the lobby.

“Hold on, hold on. We only really have three more hours before we go to the meeting, so we might not be able to do everything today—” You try to console everyone, your response not satisfying the puppets as they began bickering amongst themselves. You heard a few complaints that you were being too ‘strict’, too ‘uptight’, ‘just relax a bit will ya, we’ve got time’. You huff, knowing you needed them all together since they’d do ‘who knows what’ when apart from you. Maybe you should just ask to be promoted from Caretaker to Glorified Babysitter at this point, the title is more suitable. You attempted to hush them again, only to be met with more insistence that they do “this idea, or that”. You could barely put a word in as your eyes slowly fell on Wally, who in his usual laid-back manner, said nothing. Simply observing the conversations and locking eyes on you.

You could tell by his demeanor, mischievous grin on his face, he was brewing up a plan. Your eyes narrow, squinting at him as you both engaged in a stare-down. “Don’t—” You emphasized, everyone else taking notice and silently watching. “Wally. Do not—”

“Scatter.”

“I said-- Ah!--?!” Before you could protest, you were encased in oversized blue arms, Barnaby coming up to give you a hug from behind, his chuckles booming loudly in your ears. He picked you up slightly, your legs kicking as you tried yelling for them all to “Get back here!”. Both Sally and Julie bolted for the entrance, waving hello and goodbye to those they passed by; Howdy and Poppy scuttled away, continuing to chat; Frank and Eddie looked at each other before heading to the museum, as Wally sneakily exited stage left. You went limp in Barnaby’s arms, cheeks red with frustration as you slowly descended back onto your feet. He chuckled, patting your shoulder (insult to injury).

“You know kid, you should just take it easy. We finally have some downtime, just let ‘em go and have some fun. Same with you, see you in a bit.” He chimed, walking off to the hotel’s restaurant.

You stood there in defeat, running your hands up and down your face before pinching the bridge of your nose. As expected, it was gonna be a long day indeed.

[2:03 P.M. Associates Meeting]

“Shouldn’t they have been here already?”

“Yeah, I tried calling Care, but they hadn’t respo—”

You burst into the meeting room, hair disheveled, breathing heavy with Wally and Julie tucked under your arms while the rest of the members stood behind you with smiles and greetings. You stomped in, some of the associates just staring as you plopped the two in their seats as the others strolled in before settling down themselves. You said nothing, cheeks hot and nostrils flared before clearing your throat and smoothing your hair. You move off to the side, taking refuge in the seat placed against the wall. You finally slump, head tilted back and resting on the wall as the meeting began.

Yeah, you needed a promotion… and a raise.

[ahummingbirdwitch]

FREE CHARACTER X READER REQUESTS!

I am now accepting requests! Drop a character from my list + a scenario of some kind in my inbox and I’ll write it from a reader’s perspective!

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR:

Buggy the Clown (One Piece)

Cypher (Valorant)

Vox (Hazbin Hotel)

Vash (Trigun/Trigun Stampede)

Killer Moth (Teen Titans)

Slade (Teen Titans)

Young Papa Nihil (The Band Ghost)

Katakuri (One Piece)

Megatron (Transformers Prime)

Proinsias Cassidy (Preacher)

RULES:

I only write for characters from my list. If you don’t see your fav, I’m sorry!! Feel free to come back at a later date, I’m always updating my list every time I find a new character to fixate on, lol

I don’t write OCs, only reader POVs/reader inserts (can be either fem or g/n). Readers’ physical attributes will not be described unless specifically requested (i.e. plus-sized reader, reader with long hair, etc)

I always write in second person and never use y/n

Some requests may be answered, some may not. If I like the request and want to write for it, I might get it out right away, but it could just as likely take a hot minute!

Expect something between 400 and 1000 words. If I like it enough, it might end up being longer than 1000 words!

I have the right to delete any request that makes me uncomfortable. Please see the “Will Not Write” category below

WILL WRITE:

Something from the requested character’s POV (if asked for specifically)

SFW

NSFW

Fluff

Hurt/comfort

Angst

Mildly dubious consent (depends on the scenario)

Interactions with other canon characters

WILL NOT WRITE:

Any kind of SA/non-con situation

Incest

Pedophilia

Omegaverse-specific dynamics

Not sure about something? Just ask!

If you read this far, thank you guys for supporting me! My inbox is always open :)

[xoxoemynn]

Em!!

Hello lovely, I know I wrote you a lovely letter recently during your own love fest but I still wanted to pop in and say hi and spread some more love and give some hugs.

So, just to reiterate what I’ve said a million times before:

Thank you so much for sharing your work with us and for being so awesome and supportive. It’s so beautiful to have people like you in our fandom who do so much to help uplift others and stay positive. Honestly, idk how you do it sometimes, this world can be so nasty and whenever things kinda go sideways you’re always there with the just right thing to say to bring that little spark of hope back. For me at least.

Your post about the show yesterday really hit me hard bc I was feeling pretty low and it’s just nice to know that we have such passionate fans who are willing to stick around and keep this fandom running, even if we don’t get our show back.

Thank you again 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 I hope you have a lovely rest of your sunday evening. 💜

Awwww lovely, this is so extremely kind of you to say. And I'm glad you found comfort in that post. Truthfully, I do still circle through all the stages of grief in losing OFMD. Some days are better than others. I know everyone handles it differently — some people go full clown, others prefer to accept that it's over for good. We've all got to do whatever is best for our mental health. For me, that does mean keeping a bit of hope alive. That spark, no matter how faint it may be at times, is what keeps me going. I lose hope, I'm just straight into the abyss.

But hope doesn't just happen. You do have to nurture it. I've gotten much more protective of my fandom space since the cancellation. We live in a reality where it's very likely we will never get more canonical content for this show. Fandom is the only guarantee we have left, and even that will only last so long as we tend to it with love.

Because of that, it's just not fun to me to be a hater, or to spend time dwelling on the parts of the show/fandom that I dislike or wish would be different. It's just not interesting to me and, frankly, I think nearly every round of discourse we get is just a weak rehash of discourse we've been through a dozen times already and that's very boring to me. So I just don't engage. I block and filter liberally. If shit starts getting to me, I log off and come back when I'm ready.

I prefer to spend my time celebrating all the art and fic and meta that comes out of this fandom, or sharing fun head canons, or laughing at shitposts. And I have very selfish reasons for doing that because usually that inspires people to do MORE of it, so I get to enjoy it even MORE, even when I'm busy or emotionally drained and can't offer much myself.

It's a common phrase that you get out of fandom what you put into it, and I do think that's true, but I also think it's only half of the equation. I think you also get out of fandom what you take out of it. And so that's why I spend my time in places and with people that spark joy and creativity and love, because that fuels my own, and that's what keeps my spark of hope burning. That's what encourages me to continue sharing my love for the show and all the fans, because I see it in so many others. And if anybody or anything gets in the way of that? Fuck'em. They serve no purpose to me and are in fact counterproductive to the reason I'm in this fandom at all. Fare thee well.

And so when I see you going around spreading kindness, and dropping these really thoughtful notes in people's inboxes, and reaching out to people who are struggling, and leaving really sweet replies on posts and the BEST comments on fics? That's IT. That's what fandom is. That's the whole heart of it. That's what gives me hope. That's what keeps me going. That's what keeps me out of the abyss.

So thank YOU for all that you do, thank you for showing your love for the show, thank you for showing your love to the fans. That's why we're still here. And that's the only way we'll continue to be here years upon years after the Revenge sets sail for the final time. 💕

[safaiagem]

Never Try To Outstubborn A Cat - Complete - Words: 5,596 - Part 4 of the More Than Endless Repetition Series - Dead Boy Detectives/TheSandman - Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland

Hello everyone, and welcome to another one-shot in this series. I had a hard time actually starting this one after loudly proclaiming to Discord how short this fic was going to be. Yes, my clown makeup is on point, thank you for asking. Anyway, if you're new here, I will do my best to explain the events of previous stories in this series as best I can so you can read this as a standalone. I still have more one-shot ideas and maybe an idea for a longer fic if I decide I like the idea. Comments and kudos mean the world, and then some, to me, so thank you in advance. Follow me here, where I try to post previews for stuff I'm working on, and my inbox is open for prompts.

After everything that had happened, their falling out with the Cat King hadn't been resolved yet. Edwin desperately wants everything to get back in order and return to normal to regain that sense of control. Charles would do anything to ease even a few of Edwin's many worries. The Cat King wasn't thrilled about being pulled into the Dead Boy Detective's shenanigans, but he might be willing to listen if the right dead boy comes along and explains it. Technically part of a series but can be read as a standalone.

[usopps-devotee]

[knocks at your door but puts a note through your window]

Sorry for dumping these thoughts into your inbox but I don’t do writing and aint none of the friends I got on here are into OP let alone will understand the Feelings I Feel for cringe lord Buggy. Feel free to ignore, I just gotta get it out my system. Also feel free to ignore because boobies is involved here.

But if not —

Say for some reason, despite not having any especial performance ability what.so.ever, you’re part of his crew. But you want to prove yourself. You’ve been training your upper and lower body strength, trying to at least learn how to hang upside down. And you finally get it. It’s a small victory and you know for anyone else, he’d probably shoot ‘em dead for thinking that was worth getting excited for but you have a sibling suspicion that the Genius Jester has a soft spot for you. So one day while practices are going on, you excitedly tell him to watch how far you’ve come with the intention of holding yourself upside down for five whole minutes.

You don’t even make it to one.

Not because your body gives up, but because after only 20 seconds, you get a wardrobe malfunction. You swore you tucked your shirt in, you really did. But maybe it wasn’t enough. Because you feel a draft, you feel cloth brushing where it shouldn’t, and you can’t help but notice your boss’s initially somewhat proud look turn into one of being stunned.

Because as much as showstopping as your cute nipples are to him, Buggy’s pretty sure this isn’t what you wanted him to see.

You scramble to jump down and right yourself, face burning, all the while he’s trying to pretend like he didn’t see anything (even though he definitely did, and plans on seeing them tonight in his dreams). And if anybody else saw them — no they fucking didn’t.

And this awkward cringe fail clown can’t think of any response other than “Nice work. Keep at it” with a stiff pat on the back before shuffling off. Probably back to his room to think about what he just saw. A lot.

TL;DR - I got Buggy brainrot. Here’s a scenario of a wardrobe malfunction wherein you accidentally flash him. Burn me at the stake.

the incident has been in his mind ever since it happened. His eyes have been on you more than ever but yet he can't look you in yours. Conversations have been stuttered out on both sides. His throat goes dry whenever you enter the same room, you always watch his performances but now instead of watching the crowd his eyes are glued to your chest while center stage.

More than anything he wants to grab, to touch, to kiss your chest, to suck, lick and bite till they are covered in his marks. Always afraid that saying something would scare you off.

♡

Anon you have a place in my heart now trust and believe, you're welcome to leave thoughts on my inbox, my dm, telepathically transported into my brain. All are welcome boo thang

[fanaticsnail]

Oh god this, okay so, okay so this is obviously related to @feral-artistry s last buggy picture which I will absolutely swoon over even more tomorrow but it just gotta get this out because rose its going to haunt me but I don’t want to just drop mini fic in their inbox even though I’m INSPIRED so uh ADFSDG:

Working at the Crossguild as some sort of servant and getting a call from Crocodile on the in house Denden to “Collect that fool and escort him to his quarters.” You obviously have put two and two together and rightfully assumed the clown was drunk of his rockers, what you didn’t guess was that he also would be just lounging around in his birthday suit. Mihawk at least threw a scarf on there for your sake but makes it clear you’re still supposed to bring Buggy back to his room. “Where… uh where are his clothes?” And Crocodile shrugs and Mihawk just responds with “Not the faintest idea.”

So the most awkward walk of shame starts because you desperately try to wrap the piece of cloth around Buggy’s hips like a skirt or loincloth but he’s a wriggly fucker when he’s drunk, giggling and letting himself fall back on the couch with a “WHEEEE!” Before cackling, laughing, trying to break into song every now and then. The other two men make no effort to help. You could swear Crocodile is holding back a grin. Like he knows. Like he knows that you have a hard time being so close to Buggy with him being so touchy. Like the man you hold a fair share of not strictly platonic or professional feelings for being buck naked and you desperately trying not to look, to give him some decency, is the most entertaining show he’s seen in a while.

You finally manage to get him up and hang half walk,half drag, half carry parts of him back to his room. Buggy is still giggly and affectionate. “Fa-Fa-Fuuuaaaa-Fank you deah. You a, You a real peach.“ he looks up from the spot where he’s leaning against your shoulder and detaches his head to give you an uncoordinated kiss on the cheek. Your face flames up.

You FINALLY get this poor idiot to bed, which he flops onto like a dead fish. You turn to leave when you feel his hand tug at your sleeve. „Wh-Why donchu stay hea? I gotta…I gotta biiiiag nice bed fo tu and-„ „Sir. Sir you’re drunk.“ He pouts „I-I like you when I’m sober too.“ „I like you too sir but-„ „Den why- Den why- Ahhh. AHHHH. I see.“ he pokes your nose and wags his finger in a tsk-tsk motion. „S because you a good pesson. N you, N you see me n say „He’s nut-He’s nut able to make…Consent…he’s….heeeeees-“ uuuughhg.“ his head hits the pillow again. „You shooo good. How did you get so beautiful n good?“ You gently reattach his hand to his wrist again. „I’m- I’m still gonna- still gonna like you -s-sober.“ he repeats, right before he drifts of to sleep.

You close the door and your hand ghosts over your cheek where he kissed you. You hope he was telling the truth.

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Her Buggy art is just amazing. The hook, the hook, the hook. Every time the hook the hook the hooooook.

My gosh, look at you coming in with full prose, anon!! Mini fic drabble of assisting the cross-guild as their errand person is my absolute favourite.

Stumbly, jumbly clown man falling apart and stuttering is way too funny. Detached head cheek kisses with breath smelling of stagnant booze? Yes. I love a man.