#your brain infected mine

[fashionredalert]

Your tags on the butch4butch mdtb post.... you want me to die, just say it 😔

Killing you with my brain matter splattered on the wall.

You're joining me on this shitty bathroom floor snorting butch4butch madatobi lines

The post in question by @hashiramashonkers

[strwbrryfire]

(1, 2, 3 LET'S GO BITCH!) stay here, honey, i don't want to share

delicate — taylor swift

( hey queen here yet againnn y'all know the drill , chat : @drivestraight , eat them alive . this is propaganda !! go read it!! )

[mikonez]

so, i was just casually hanging out with @lighthouseshepard 's brain and then these two guys appeared and started making out in front of me?? so weird man

[mitamicah]

This idea kept me from sleeping yesterday so I had to get him out out of my system so I can stay somewhat sane the rest of the day x'D

Inspired by a commission I made for @tuherrus (original) :3

[jakekazansky]

*Bangs pots together* My HollyWolfHang fic is now up on ao3

[thislittlekumquat]

ask me how my original fiction plotting is going

[gummigvts]

Foams at the mouth

SO. Guess who is married to The Stanley Parable now, so random tomodachi screen pets get my random brainrot now.

So, Narry is bound to Stanley; in some way, they're linked. But like Stanley has a habit of dying. However, when he resets and spawns back, Narry is with him immediately, but with most endings, this would mean there's just kinda blood and guts on the floor, maybe a limb or two. But who wants random blood everywhere for when Stanley reaches that point again (this man needs a break he doesn't need to see his blood pooling in a room).

Introducing the solution...

TSP Janitor

All the messes get cleaned up!

- Anytime Stanley or something else in the Parable dies the Janitor is automatically taken from whatever they were doing and just kind of spawns infront of the mess

- Possibly is a hostage

- Generally nice in their free time

Now for the small price of giving your life to the machine and being in an infinite loop!

Feed the machine

[wanderestless]

@ your tag about how saying “bi but working on it” is bad

There are like… tons of trans bi people and trans feminists blogs that post similar things all the time

We suck lol it’s not bad to point it out stop cuddling men

the thing about biphobia is that it's not exclusive to terfs!

it's 'coddling', not 'cuddling' btw. either way, you really need to go outside.

[earlymorningfoxhunt]

Freak On a Leash

I fucking love right Darkthur so much, I've been rotating these guys in my brain for the past week. Hes wonderful, I want him dead, here's my ramblings about em:

Arthurs horribly fucked up, hes not jazzed about killing but he sees it as a tool in his arsenal + it helps that he kinda enjoys the blood lust

John gets his arm amputated because of an infection/ it being mangled and dubbed too far gone by doctors, neither can protest in their comatose state. John is half awake even with anesthesia so he feels when they start sawing through flesh and bone. his coma period is much more horrific, with Lilly being the only thing to anchor him to hope. Arthur waking up feels like a godsend.

John can still feel the residual limb and can slightly move the elbow around. when he gains control of arthurs right leg, theres a learning curve to walk, tho they adjusted after having to sprint around the island caves.

Dreamlands is where they begin to bond/Arthur sees him as a person and John feels like more than an a voice in his head. its a stained relationship but they realize they still care about each other after they escape the pits.

Arthur invokes the "do you trust me" as they reach the plateau, John says yes

Arthur hold up the dagger to his chest

"i have your fucking heart"

Hastur is flabbergasted and almost impressed that this hobbled man he threw in the pits still has fire in him.

John is freaking the fuck out.

Arthur is using both of them as a hostage to negotiate 100% of what they want. "John will be mine, you will return us home, your stupid fucking cult will leave us alone, and you will rot in the dreamlands half the king you once were. you will lose to a mortal or die along with your better half."

"you're bluffing. would you really trade your life for this parasite? Arthur Lester, you're smarter than this."

Arthur doesn't break eye contact when he plunges the dagger into his chest.

the kings tendrils fly towards him with a guttural screech.

all forward momentum stops with the weapon, less than an inch from Hasturs fluttering heart. blood pumps down his tattered dress shirt with only a sharp inhale and twitching eye to indicate pain.

a smile dusts his face "is this really time for games, king?"

"how does it feel to be beneath someone you consider lesser? I bet it stings" Hastur growls and arthur twists the knife "down boy"

"John do you really want to stay with this freak?"

John, vaguely pissed off "my dick has lead me places i wouldn't go with a gun"

kiy: oo get it white boy

john: do NOT get it white boy

[luninewnk]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

‧₊˚ HELLO HELLO (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ . today i decided to post something different — safety things for your script !! i don't usually post about this, but i decided to post something new today. i strongly recommend add these to your script, especially if your dr involves violence or traumatic situations like mine. stay safe, babiesssss. anywayyyy, i took these from my TLOU script, so some things may be related to that dr — but u can remove or change them if your dr is different lol. xoxo. mwaaah.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ₊˚⊹ ᰔㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSAFETY. ㅤㅤ‹𝟹ㅤㅤ .ᐟ.ᐟ

٠࣪⭑ i can escape from traps or ambushes with ease;

٠࣪⭑ i am immune to poisons and toxins that could be harmful to others.

٠࣪⭑ i am immune to poisons, toxins, diseases, and any harmful substances.

٠࣪⭑ i know when someone is dangerous before even fully getting to know them.

٠࣪⭑ i have a sixth sense that helps me know when to trust someone.

٠࣪⭑ anyone who tries to harm me always fails no matter what.

٠࣪⭑ i am completely free from raped/sexually abused;

٠࣪⭑ any place i enter automatically becomes safe for me.

٠࣪⭑ i am always protected, no matter where i am.

٠࣪⭑ my body is as strong as i want it to be, even indestructible if i wish.

⟣ ┄─ if someone tries to poison my food/drink or put any harmful substance in it, my intuition will warn me. it will also tell me exactly who did it.

⟣ ┄─ my mind is strong, resilient, and balanced, ensuring i never suffer from trauma.

⟣ ┄─ i always feel calm, protected, and emotionally stable, no matter the circumstances.

⟣ ┄─ no event or experience in my dr can negatively impact my mental health.

⟣ ┄─ my brain has an automatic filter that blocks any memory or experience that could be negative for me.

⟣ ┄─ i cannot bring trauma, triggers, or any negative effects from my dr back to my cr.

⟣ ┄─ i am incapable of developing phobias, trauma, or insecurities.

⟣ ┄─ if I want, i can completely turn off my emotions in critical moments to act with coolness and strategy.

⟣ ┄─ i can always find hiding spots, no matter where i am (and i’m really good at hiding);

⟣ ┄─ even if my hair is "long," infected never manage to grab it. my hair is also free from getting stuck in anything while i'm running in an emergency/dangerous situation.

⟣ ┄─ i know how to differentiate between a person who is infected and one who is not.

⟣ ┄─ i can move silently without being detected by infected;

⟣ ┄─ i always find safe routes, even in dangerous areas.

⟣ ┄─ i can identify contaminated food or objects.

⟣ ┄─ i am completely free from developing any trauma or phobias, no matter what i experience.

⟣ ┄─ if i witness something disturbing, my mind processes it calmly without emotional harm.

⟣ ┄─ nothing bad can happen while i’m asleep or too exhausted to fight/stand (invasion of infected, enemies, etc.);

⟣ ┄─ if i go somewhere unfamiliar, my intuition always guides me to safety.

⟣ ┄─ i never get lost; i always know exactly where i am and how to get out of any situation.

⟣ ┄─ any environment i’m in is comfortable, safe, and pleasant for me.

⟣ ┄─ if i fall from great heights or get hit by something, i never get seriously injured.

⟣ ┄─ anyone trying to track or chase me will always fail without knowing why.

⟣ ┄─ no experience in my dr can cause me psychological or emotional damage.

⟣ ┄─ i have total control over my emotions and how i react in any situation.

⟣ ┄─ i decide what affects me emotionally and mentally, being able to ignore anything unpleasant.

⟣ ┄─ i am immune to mind control, manipulation, nightmares, and unwanted hallucinations.

⟣ ┄─ any physical damage i take will heal instantly without pain or scars if i want.

⟣ ┄─ if someone tries to attack me, my speed and reflexes allow me to dodge easily.

⟣ ┄─ if i'm in danger, my body and mind automatically react in the best way to protect me.

⟣ ┄─ my instincts alert me to any threats before they happen.

⟣ ┄─ i am completely immune to fear and panic, always staying calm and rational.

⟣ ┄─ i am incapable of feeling scared or disturbed by blood, death, or intense/disturbing scenes.

⟣ ┄─ no voices in my head or hallucinations can disturb or influence me.

⟣ ┄─ i can block or erase any memory i don’t want to keep.

⟣ ┄─ no infected can cause me terror or discomfort.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⟣┄─ i am immune to acquiring anxiety and severe depression;

⟣ ┄─ i am immune to becoming paraplegic or quadriplegic;

⟣ ┄─ i am immune to entering a coma or vegetative state;

⟣ ┄─ I am immune to losing my memory;

⟣ ┄─ I am immune to losing movement/speech;

⟣ ┄─ i am free from losing body parts (arms, legs, head, etc.);

⟣ ┄─ i am free from losing my senses;

⟣ ┄─ malicious comments about me do not affect my mental health and self-esteem;

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⟣ ┄─ i am free from being pulled into another reality by someone without my authorization;

⟣ ┄─ i am protected against evil and negative energies, entities;

⟣ ┄─ i will go back and forth between realities with total safety and protection;

[birbbones]

So I'm not the one to ask for help so I've been very hesitant on sharing, but got some news last week that I will be homeless by June (and no, this is not an awful april fools joke, I am panicking here).

Some of you in the vulture culture community know last week and a bit ago I had an accident resulting in losing consciousness, breaking my neck, and experiencing a seizure for the first time. I've been having ongoing brain issues (we removed a lot of cerebral fluid in December that was causing increased pressure and testing the fluid to rule out infection, diagnosed with IIH), and last month I've been having heart issues.

Referrals have been made to a cardiology specialist, as well as the first fit clinic. But it's looking like I will probably have to go private to get listened to / get the care I need ASAP. Couple with the fact I will be homeless by June, it's a really terrifying situation. I have contacted local councils, independent living schemes, shelter, private landlords etc and feel like I've been let down. I'm awaiting a doctors appointment with a NHS advisor on the 10th, where I'll be showing them my list of resources I've used, and to see if they are able to help find anything.

I reluctantly made a justgiving page, on the advice of my friends, and while I hate asking for help, I am honestly quite scared and uncertain about my future.

If anyone can share the link, reblog this post, or even donate some change. It would mean a lot.

Thank you for your time, I'm sorry for posting this here but I don't know what else to do. I will be continuing to work on the skull index, as its such big passion project of mine along with the help of my team. Its a great distraction.

[mindmelter]

Step By Step

"Thank you for setting me free," All football players said in perfect unison, their deep voices in perfect synch like in a choir. "Thank you for finding me these hosts. I will forever be grateful to you."

I looked up at the line of jocks, all stacked up on the stairs, shirtless and ripped, their muscles were covered in sweat after an intense football practice. They stared down at me with adoring eyes.

I still couldn’t believe what was happening.

Infecting the football team water system with that slimy alien substance I found inside a capsule at an abandoned building? Genius move. Now, all these arrogant, straight jocks are mere hosts for the alien slime—every single one of them.

The alien is a Hivemind parasite, capable of seamlessly infiltrating and controlling multiple human bodies at once. A single drop of the slime is enough for the alien to turn a brain into goo.

I grinned at them, "You’re welcome. Now… It's time to show me how grateful you really are. Don't you think? I'm not trying to rub it in, but if it weren't for me, you'd still be stuck inside that abandoned lab."

"I appreciate your help. Please, come enjoy your reward!" The football players flexed their biceps at the same time.

I took a step onto the front line of hot jocks. Their eyes were empty, dead, but their bodies? Perfect and ready to be enjoyed by the nerd they never even knew existed. My hand reached out, running over the hard, thick pecs of the football player on the far right. I stuck my tongue out and began to lick his sweaty body, tasting the salt on his hard muscles.

"That's great, keep tasting my muscles, You’ve earned this, dude!" This time only the jock I was worshiping spoke.

I grabbed his bulge and was disappointed to feel he was soft. "Can you make them all hard, please?"

"Your wish is my command!" They all said this time. In seconds I felt the jock's cock growing in my grip.

I then focused on the hunky black jock on his side. Leaning in, I pressed my lips to his neck, then trailed kisses down his chest, tasting the salt on his skin, breathing in his manly musk. He didn't move, just stood there, letting me explore his dark nipples with my tongue.

"That's right, enjoy my nipples, you deserve it champ!"

I smirked and wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pressed our bodies together, kissing him deeply, his lips warm and soft against mine. My hand then slid down his pants, feeling the thick shaft in his shorts. He stood still, letting me take my time to enjoy every inch of him.

After I finished making out with the stud, I went to the head-shaved jock on his side and did the same to him, and then to the next...

After I was done with the first line, I took one step up the stairs. I was now at eye level with a new set of thick, bulging pecs. I focused on a pale blond jock and started to kiss him passionately. I felt his hands on my ass, and his hard cock pocking my crotch.

I kept switching. Jock by jock. Step by step. Squeezing my lean small body between those huge and sweaty muscles. Every new step brought another line of hot, hard bodies, and I would touch, feel, and taste each one of them. My hands explored every muscle, my mouth tasted all their sweat, and my nose smelled their musky armpits.

The alien didn't just make them stand there. The jocks would kiss me and even hug me from behind, like they were fighting for my attention. They pressed their hard cocks against my ass while whispering sweet compliments in my ear, thanking me and saying things I never thought I'd hear from the mouths of such hot, straight jocks.

By the time I reached the top of the stairs, I was breathless and my mouth was hurting, but I still was just as horny as when I was at the bottom of the stairs.

"Let's go to the locker room. A successful takeover like this deserves a big gay orgy as a celebration!" I said. They all cheered and started chanting my name like I was their savior. Two muscular jocks lifted me on their shoulders and carried me to the locker room.

[radmyalgic]

The Hymen Myth and Why It's a Total Lie

Let's talk about the whole "hymen as a freshness seal" myth. You wanna know how much of a lie the "you’re supposed to bleed your first time" or "the hymen is proof of virginity" is?

I had something called an imperforated hymen. Yup, it's a real condition. Look it up. Mine wasn’t completely sealed (i can't believe some people still think this is the norm like, how would we even menstruate. Anyway), it was "microperforated," but it still made my periods super painful and sex unbelievably worse. I bled, like, a lot the first times i had penetration, until I finally went to a gynecologist and learnt what was actually going on :') I had to get surgery. Yeah, SURGERY. General anesthesia, an incision, sutures, antibiotics—the whole deal. Apparently, it’s not even that uncommon of a procedure (nowadays obvs), they told me it's totally routine.

What’s actually supposed to happen is that as you grow older, your hymen becomes more elastic as you reach FULL —focus on COMPLETE– sexual maturity. And once you body is ready, you should be able to have pain-free sex. Easy peasy.

Here’s the thing: the hymen is elastic. Its purpose is NOT to be "broken" (seriously, how impractical would that be?), but to prevent infections during infancy. This means that, in my case, it could even 1 stretch every time, which was what originated the pain or 2 yeah, be torn by force. During history, as you can probably guess, option number 2 was the most common one, with its consequential bleeding.

So, if it is obviously not the norm, where does the idea of "bleeding during your first time" come from? Well, mostly rape. Women were routinely raped their first time, which lead to tearing and, thus, bleeding. (https://doi.org/10.1111/j.1365-2214.2007.00818_7.x thanks @deadfish-inabarrel for the link, super interesting article)

So, if something hurts during penetration, INCLUDING YOUR FIRST TIME, stop immediately. Something’s wrong!!! You don’t have to endure it. Even if it were natural (spoiler: it’s not), you don’t have to go through it if you don’t want to.

And the most important part—get this ingrained in your brain, and make you all the younger girls you know understand: Pain. During. Sex. Is. Not. Normal.

[the-kr8tor]

Aughhh they're soulmates!!!! Lmaoo true 😂 r would not hear the end of it

Literally made me kick my feet in the air 🤭

Locked In❣️

Valentine's Day fic early because I usually just forget it, lol. Lovingly made and ready for you @the-kr8tor & @pleaktale 💕

Pairing: Ekko x fem! Reader x Hobie Brown/ Ekko x Reader x Spider-Punk! Hobie Brown

Word Count: 1.8k

Tags: fluff, cursing, crying(not what you think, lol), no physical description of reader, no use of y/n, modern au (they're all in Hobie's universe, really), everyone here is absolutely lovestruck/lovesick

Summary: You spend Valentine's Day with your two favorite people in the whole world.

“Well… they don't look too bad”, you mumble as you add the finishing touches to the two small boxes of homemade chocolate, piping little white hearts made out of white chocolate onto the truffles. You tilt your head at the slightly misshapen pieces, narrowing your eyes and pursing your lips as you juggle between taking them out or not. The sight of fingers slowly reaching for a truffle takes you out of your musings, your hand quick to slap at them in retaliation. “I already let you try a piece, Ned!”

“But they're temptin’ me”, the man whines before huffing and moving to lean up against the fridge. He gives you a playful glare and groans, letting out his woes as he watches you place the tops onto the boxes and carefully wrap around them a red ribbon. “I let you use my flat to make your treats and I can't get any more? Bonkers.”

Rolling your eyes, you smile and clean up your workstation, wiping down the counters and washing dishes. Days before while sitting in at one of Hobie's band practices, you had shared your concerns with his friend about your chocolate dilemma. Ned had offered for you to use his kitchen so that you could work without the risk of being caught mid gift making, caramel filled truffles for Ekko and coconut cream filled truffles for Hobie. And if the man's constant sneaking for more treats was anything to go by, they must taste pretty good.

“You'll get your orange cream filled ones next week like I promised”, you remind him while gathering the supplies you brought. Carefully picking up the small heart shaped boxes, you place them inside of your tote bag, glancing over at the time shining on the microwave on the countertop. It was almost six, around the time that they both returned home. Ned walks you towards the door, pointing at you with a wide grin on his face as you step outside.

“Don't forget, ‘kay? Hope you guys have a nice evenin’, mate.” With a wave goodbye, you make your way back to your shared flat, pulling your jacket a bit tighter around your shoulders as the chilly London air hits your face. Steps quick and purposeful, you hurry back home, wanting to get there before they do in an attempt to appear as though you'd been there waiting for them the whole day. The thought of their surprised faces when you hand them their presents before kissing them sweetly has a smile flitting across your face, heart growing warm at the image. It makes you eager to complete your journey home, feet moving even faster towards your destination.

Just as you reach the building with your flat, however, you don't notice the person rushing to the door at the same time as you, the two of you colliding into each other. You let out a small gasp as you brace for the incoming impact of falling onto the ground, only for steady hands to slip around your back and hold you upright. Blinking up at your savior, your heart thuds in your chest at the familiar sight of hazel brown eyes greeting you warmly. Beaded white twists frame Ekko's face as he peers down at you, shock coloring his gaze.

“You alright, mama? I didn't hurt you, did I”, he asks worriedly as his eyes scan your frame, hands moving to rub gently at your arms. The nickname has you all but swooning, just the very sight of him enough to make you giddy. Smiling up at him, you shake your head and take his hands in yours.

“Nope. I'm okay, 'Ko”, you say softly as you both head into the building hand in hand, heading towards your shared flat. A quick glance inside of your bag on your shoulder, you let out a sigh of relief at seeing the boxes of chocolates still pristine and unaffected by the small collision just now. “Did everything go well at the community center today?”

“Yeah, just a minor mix-up about a delivery of sugar. Nothing major.” He gazes at you with an eyebrow quirked, curiosity shining in his eyes and a small knowing smile playing on his lips. His gaze drifts over to your tote bag and you pull it closer to your body, not wanting him to see the gifts yet. “What about you, huh? Thought you would've been home this whole time, bug.”

“I was but I went to the store up the street for some snacks.” You lie straight through your teeth, batting your eyelashes up at him innocently. Ekko rolls his eyes and scoffs, smile widening.

“Sure you were. Let's get on home and wait for Hobie. I've actually got something for you both.” His words make you light up with interest, curious about this gift that Ekko has prepared for you and Hobie. Standing before the door of your shared flat, a pleasant, mouth watering scent hits your nose, wafting from behind the door. Which was odd because none of you had cooked a thing before you left. Sharing a confused look with Ekko, you stand close behind as he slowly unlocks the door. The sight that greets you once you stand inside takes your breath away.

Lights off and the furniture in your tiny living room rearranged. Fairy lights decorate the sheets and blankets draped over chairs, pillows and extra blankets strewn about on the floor, a makeshift pillow fort. On a small table near the fort lies full glasses and plates of warm food begging to be eaten, enticing aroma beckoning you forward.

“Damn… He didn't have to do all this”, Ekko mumbles softly beside you as he lovingly looks at the work done by the punk that was now rounding the corner, sauntering into the living room with an excited grin on his face. Hobie goes up to you both and grabs your hands, leading you both down towards the pillow fort.

“Surprise! Been ‘ere this whole time. You lot like it”, he asks as brings both your hand and Ekko's up to his lips, placing gentle kisses on your knuckles and gazing at the two of you sweetly. Russet brown eyes shining with adoration and looking at you and the man beside you like you both are the stars and the moon above. It's a wonder how Hobie doesn't practically topple over when you both crowd him, Ekko placing gentle kisses on his cheek and temple while you brush your lips along his chin and jaw. His chuckles are warm and sweet in your ear as you both adorn him with affection. Once he's properly smooched, you hand them both their assigned boxes of chocolates. They both instantly bite into one and you feel yourself swell with pride at the way their eyes light up at the taste.

“You made these yourself, love? You're a fuckin’ professional.” Hobie muses as he eats another piece, seemingly enjoying the coconut cream immensely. Ekko nods in agreement and you feel heat rush to your cheeks as they both pepper your face with kisses. After a while, you all sit back and enjoy the food Hobie's prepared for you.

“This isn't just normal pasta, innit.”

“What is it then,” Ekko questions between a mouthful of pasta, looking over at the punk expectantly. The smirk that graces Hobie's lips is all the warning you get.

“‘S Marry Me pasta”, he hums softly, amusement shining in his eyes. You let out a loud sigh, shaking your head at the cheesy name. Ekko scrunches his nose up and shakes his head.

“If we all were married, I'd have divorced you just now”, he says jokingly, Hobie letting out a loud gasp of feigned offense at his words. You giggle as you watch the exchange between the two.

“And ‘ere I thought you loved me, ‘Ko. ‘S alright, I still have you, lovie.” The punk lets out a sigh as he wraps his arms around you, holding you close to him while he sticks out his tongue at Ekko who lets out a feigned grimace of indignation, making you laugh and causing both men to gaze at you with hearts in their eyes. Hours pass as you all finish your meal and talk for hours, time spent together engulfed with tenderness as you all lie within the pillow fort, your head resting on Ekko's chest while his rests on Hobie's with the punk's arms wrapped around you both.

It's then that Ekko shifts, moving his head and gently tapping your waist, signaling you to move from your spot on top of him. As he sits up completely, so do you and Hobie, eyebrows twisted in confusion at his sudden absence. Taking a deep breath and eyes glancing down at the pillows beneath you all, Ekko's hands rummage in the pockets of his jacket that he'd discarded near the opening of the fort, pulling out a single small emerald colored velvet box.

“I just figured… I-I made these and it was time I gave you both my gift since you gave yours," he mumbles quietly, almost hesitantly as if he was worried you'd hate it. Fingers pulling open the box, you can feel your very breath being stolen at the silver glinting at you from the plush cushion of the box. Three silver rings with carvings of green leaves etched into the metal sparkle up at you and as Ekko lifts two of them from out of the box, you feel your eyes start to sting with unshed tears because-

“You engraved our fuckin’ initials, ‘Ko…?” Hobie whispers, voice cracking ever so slightly as the man holding the rings slips one onto your index finger before doing the same to Hobie. There, on the inside of the metal, were the initials of your first names, written so beautifully that you can't help the tears falling now. Sniffles leave your lips as you take the last ring out of the box, Hobie tenderly holding Ekko's hand steady as you slip the silver jewelry onto his finger.

“I can't believe you really made these”, you choke out, wiping at the tears that blur your vision as you peer up at him with such love that he practically melts. “These are so beautiful, Ekko. So, so beautiful.”

“I figured it was about time we had something matching. I-”, Ekko's words are cut off as both you and Hobie, with tears streaming down your faces, practically tackle him down onto the pillows. He lets out a surprised yelp before laughing as he's bombarded with kisses all over his face, tears of his own pricking in the corners of his eyes. Which are quickly swept away by your lips as Hobie rains affection all along his neck and jawline. He squirms and scrunches his face as lips trail over the light patches on his dark skin, face warm under the flood of adoration.

“Wait, wait… Guys…! Let me up…!” Ekko huffs as you cradle his face lovingly in your hands, Hobie's slipping to wrap around his waist. And as he glances at the hearts in both you and Hobie's eyes, he lets out a sigh, smile widening as he resigns himself to his fate and allows you both to sweep him up in your love.

[acexsmhking]

I JUST SAW THE JACK FIC WHERE THE READER CAME HOME TIRED, WAS SO CUTE!!! Do you think you could do the same but for ticci toby if you haven't already? Like since the reader is almost always looking out for him due to his.. ahem.. reckless behavior most of the time.. so he repays them back :)

𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲

(𝗻.) 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝘆

: ̗̀➛ Toby Rogers x FEM!Reader

Summary: Toby came back home from a rough hunt, battered and bruised. Not that he cared. But he surely had to make it up to his fretting wife.

Warning(s): small 18+, fluff, comfort, mentions of blood, brief mentions of cannibalism, cleaning wounds, POC!Reader

Toby grunted as he met your sharp glare, wincing not in pain but in guilt. He had been away for about two weeks, hunting all sorts of creatures and bringing them back home to consume. However, he also came home with an abundance of bruises, cuts, and growing infections. Which you, had to fix up. He always tries to be careful, for your sake. Really he does, you’re always on his mind. However, something’s were slightly unavoidable. People nowadays were a little too aware and keen on self-defense, especially supposed ‘alpha-males’.

You were just happy Toby was as skilled as he was, and that typically there other entities he’s ‘befriended’ to help him out during tough times. You threw away the hundredth cotton ball as you wiped your hands together. A deep sigh exiting your nose as you washed your hands. Toby stayed seated on the counter, hunched forward in one of those awkward absentminded poses. You chuckled, shaking your head at him as he cocked a brow.

You settled yourself between his legs, running your thumb over his face smoothing the lines. He had a habit of frowning, eyebrows furrowed simply as a default. “You have to be more careful.” You murmured, eyes tender watching him. He gently held your wrist, hands a little shaken, and kissed the smooth skin of your wrists pulse. “ ‘M sorry..” He whispered, leaning more so into you as his head rested against yours. You smiled, meeting up to rub the tips of your noses together. “It’s alright.” You giggled, a free hand gently rubbing up and down his leg.

He grunted, unsatisfied with your response. He felt bad, really felt bad. He knew how much your sweet brain could wonder, pondering all sorts of situations he could get himself in. Toby never wanted you fretting too much, he already worried subconsciously enough by himself. He pulled you in close by your hips, pressing soft kisses along your forehead and temples. “You real-ly shouldn’t worry ‘bout me. ‘M fine.” He smiled, thumbs rubbing the bones of where your hips are. Letting your smell and warmth waft around him, easing his adrenaline.

You scoffed, wrapping your arms around his waist as well. A makeshift hug that brought you too much comfort to even properly put into words. “I’ll always worry about you. You’re mine.” Chuckling you pulled away, holding his hands to have him follow you. Toby walked behind you without any resistance, simply happy that you even stayed home for him. He fell into the bed easily, hands making grabbing motions for you. You smiled, he looked far too cute. Far too pretty really. Eyes droopy, cheeks flushed reaching out for you.

You could just eat him up, giggling you laid atop him. Cradling his face as you peppered kisses all over, he laughed arms wrapped tightly around you. He felt so completely gooey under you, nerves settling into joy more than anxiety. How had he gotten so lucky? Wiggling your arms under him, you bounded yourself to him. Head nuzzled against his chest as you both relaxed into the other. One of his hands cradling your head as his thumb rubbed your temple. A loud and long yawn passed through you, a stretch tearing through your body.

“You tired, Meine Liebe.” You nodded, stretching your legs out as he wrapped the blanket tighter around you. Awkwardly bending his head to press a kiss to your hair, all worth it in the end however as he relaxed back into the bed. He’d worry about everything else later he just wanted to stay like this. Your body weighing him down, scent calming his scenes as he exhaled. Sleep teased you both as you both mumbled on about your days, well more so you did. Toby just nodded along, humming to your talk. Eyes drooping lower and lower before finally just accepting to close his eyes in defeat.

You didn’t even know when sleep finally took you, simply falling asleep half way through what you were saying. Toby after a certain amount checking on you, finally realizing you were absolutely knocked out. Soft snores escaping your lips, which were partially parted. Tiniest bit of drool coming out. Not that he minded. If anything he felt at peace, so calm and composed more than anytime in his life. “Goodnight, Lamm.”

: ̗̀➛ omg sorry this is so short. Wanted to still be sorta cute though! I’ve been very busy so I’m sorry that these asks are coming out slower than before. My requests are still close though so please remember that! I swear I’ll try finishing these up sooner so they can open back up! Miss you all🖤 — Ace

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I had an idea for an AU of your "the twins are bill and Fords kids AU"

So bill finds out about the kids before they hatch(?) a bit of time before it happens in your AU Bill basically kind of just remembers "oh shit I did that with Ford I should see if it actually worked"

and then he hatches(?) them and takes them and at first because it's a ✨manipulation opportunity✨ but then oh no at least some parental instinct has emerged as he takes care of them because they're his and they're wonderful

And as they grow they develop personalities and Mabel oh how she reminds Bill so much of himself the little creature of chaos she is

And Dipper reminds him of Ford (and himself too) with that insatiable hunger for knowledge to see the secrets the universe has to offer

(And when Mabel starts becoming a bit boy crazy Bill just tells her that when she's a bit older he'll let her start her own cult)

And instead of creating things with glitter Mable creates things with the stardust her dad stole from the sky when she wanted to bedazzle her scrapbook (and also glitter because it is an item that breeds chaos and that is something Bill approves of)

And Dipper has a journal that never runs out of pages where he writes down the secrets and stories of the universe (both freely given and stolen by Bill)

And they are Bills children because how could they not be they are so fundamentally weird these nigh impossible creations that were made in a drunken haze a combination of magic and science that somehow breaks the laws of both

And Bill dreams of how when the time finally comes he shall finally bring Weirdmageddon

and he'll give them like a 10th of the planet where they can do whatever they want (because he may be a parent but he still likes to party and also doesn't want his kids to accidentally eat some hard drugs so it's basically a dedicated area for the kids where he doesn't have to worry about them too much because sometimes you just need a little you time okay!!!)

And getting back on track with the original plan surely when Ford meets the kids surely he'll at least love them as much as Bill and they can finally play one big happy Family ruling the world together

[In the meantime Ford had no idea any of this was happening didn't even know he had kids so imagine his surprise on Weirdmageddon

(Should Ford even trust these children they are Bills kids not to mention the fact that he's the one who raised them

a part of Ford wants to protect these kids another part of him thinks that Bills spawn shouldn't be trusted shouldn't exist)]

Anyway do you like my idea do you have anything you'd like to add (please say you like it 🥺🥺🥺)

(I just thought this would be a fun AU for your AU I got a bit inspired do you like it? you better like it because you have infected my brain with your ideas it's time I returned a favor with mine)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!

Bill being so ready to use these kids as pawns and then he sees them and his heart instantly melts and 'I have only had these 2 for a moment and if anything happens to them I will burn the worlds down to the ground'

Him telling Mabel she can start her own cult is hilarious!

Dipper being like him fascinated by things out of his reach like the stars were for Bill and Bill encouraging him and making sure he can get all knowledge he wants.

Them breaking both magic and science is just perfection.

Bill giving hids a part of the world to have fun and sew their own chaos so he can have some me time, 'Ok kiddos go and do some destruction Dad is going to hang out with some friends and make a throne of human suffering ok'

OHH Ford's reaction to them is brilliant him being torn between wanting to protect his kids, but also these kids are Bill's and like him and raised by him. Probably twisted and manipulated by him and what if these kids are a trick a trap just a manipulation... he'd be in full paranoia mode.

This is so awesome!