#Cosmo thoughts

[whispers-and-woes]

Words cannot describe how down bad I am for him and he looks like a grease rat

His haNDS!!! RRRRRRAAHHHH

[cosmo-meyer]

Sometimes I wake up and decide to torture myself by watching the kiss scene in GO

[lov3lycosmos]

♤—♤ Mini Dress Dilema ♤—♤

Genre: smut

Pairings: Bangchan x Fem!reader

Summary: Reader uses her boyfriends non-controlling preference over her clothing choices as an advantage to rile him up.

Warnings: teasing, cursing, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink (used once), jeongin finds out.

Cosmos note: this idea was from my pookie @vampzity 🙂‍↕️

my library! (not proofread!)

Your reflection smiled back at you as you smoothed your hands over the fabric of your dress—tight-fitting, barely-there, and off-shoulder in a way you knew would push boundaries. The skirt flared ever so slightly when you twirled, bouncing against your thighs with each subtle movement. You looked good, and you knew it. But more importantly—you looked dangerous.

The soft click of the door behind you signaled Chan’s arrival.

He walked in, towel draped around his neck, damp hair falling into his eyes after a quick shower. “You almost ready, baby?” he asked casually, barely glancing up—until he did.

His eyes froze on you.

It was just a beat. Just one second. But that was enough. You caught it—his gaze flickering over your legs, the exposed skin, the tightness around your waist. He swallowed, and his jaw clenched for half a second before he looked back up with a faint smile. “You’re really wearing that tonight?”

You turned around slowly, lifting your hair off your neck like it was the most innocent act in the world. “Mhm. Is it too much?”

Chan leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed as his eyes narrowed in amusement. “You know what you’re doing.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you said sweetly, grabbing your lip gloss and applying it slowly, dragging it across your bottom lip just to see if his gaze would drop. It did.

“I’m not gonna say a word,” he muttered, backing away toward the door. “But just so you know… if you’re trying to get a reaction out of me—” he smirked, “—you might end up getting more than you bargained for.”

You giggled as he left to his closet across the room, feeling victorious already.

You stayed in front of the mirror a little longer, adjusting your neckline, tugging the hem of your minidress down a fraction—though it didn’t help much. The dress was made to tease, and now that Chan had seen it, you couldn’t stop thinking about that tiny clench in his jaw. That subtle shift in his stance.

“Is it actually too much?” you finally asked, your voice softer as you turned to look at him through the mirror.

Chan, now at the closet, was half-dressed—black slacks hanging low on his hips, belt unbuckled, a plain white shirt hanging from his fingertips. He paused mid-buttoning and met your eyes through the mirror.

“You want the honest answer?” he asked, voice low, almost unreadable.

You blinked, nodding once.

He walked toward you, slow and deliberate, letting the silence linger until he was standing just behind you. One hand reached up to brush your hair gently to the side, baring your neck. His lips grazed the shell of your ear, voice just above a whisper.

“You look hot, baby. Like, so hot it’s gonna be hard for me not to lose it.”

His hand slid down your bare arm slowly. “But you already knew that when you put it on, didn’t you?”

You smirked, head tilting as a thrill ran down your spine. “Maybe.”

He chuckled, dark and low in his throat. “You know I love seeing you like this. Confident. Sexy.” His hands moved to rest on your waist, thumbs rubbing slow, lazy circles into the fabric. “Wear it. Own it. But just know—if you keep pushing me tonight…”

He pressed a soft kiss behind your ear.

“I won’t be held responsible.”

Your breath hitched slightly, heart skipping as you tried to keep cool. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, and maybe… between your legs too.

“…That a promise or a threat?” you whispered, half teasing.

Chan grinned, giving your waist a gentle squeeze. “Why not both?”

He pulled back with a wink, finally slipping his shirt on and beginning to button it casually, like he hadn’t just whispered threats against your composure. Like he wasn’t about to watch you drive him wild all night.

You watched him for a second longer—soft brown curls, that annoyingly unreadable calm on his face. You could play this game all night.

Let’s see who breaks first.

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The ride to the party was quiet—too quiet. Chan’s hand rested on your thigh the entire time, thumb brushing absentmindedly over your skin, but his eyes were trained on the road. Calm. Collected. Still so composed despite how your dress hiked up each time you shifted, despite how you didn’t bother to fix it.

When you arrived at the venue—a rented out loft with warm lights spilling through the windows and music thumping low—you knew it was time to start playing. Chan opened the car door for you like a gentleman, offering his hand as you stepped out, and you could practically feel his gaze skimming your thighs. Still, not a single word from him. Just that same maddening calm.

You greeted a few familiar faces at the door before the two of you stepped inside, where the rest of Stray Kids were already scattered around—some by the drinks, others lounging on the couches.

“Finally!” Jisung waved you over with a big grin. “Thought you two were gonna skip and do gross couple stuff.”

“We can still do that,” you teased lightly, and though it was meant to be playful, Chan’s hand briefly tightened on your waist before letting go.

You made your way into the room, letting Chan get pulled into a quick conversation with Felix and Changbin as you floated toward Minho and Seungmin.

“Y/N, that dress is illegal,” Minho said flatly, eyes dragging over the fabric before flicking back to yours.

You laughed, placing a light hand on his shoulder. “You think so? I was worried it wasn’t doing enough.”

Seungmin choked on his drink. “No, it’s doing plenty.”

You caught Chan’s eyes from across the room. He was watching. Of course he was. Expression unreadable, drink in hand, that damn calmness still plastered across his face.

Perfect.

You tilted your head at Minho, then leaned in just slightly. “Chan helped me pick it out,” you said sweetly, letting your fingers gently brush his arm before pulling away.

As you made your way toward the snack table, Jeongin popped up beside you, eyes wide as he took in the outfit. “Noona, you’re gonna make hyung go crazy.”

“Who, Chan?” you blinked innocently. “He doesn’t mind. Said I could wear whatever I wanted.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw Chan start walking toward you. Slow, steady. And though he didn’t say anything, the way his eyes narrowed just slightly when you leaned over the table to grab a drink spoke volumes. You made sure to arch your back just enough. Nothing obscene—just suggestive.

Just enough.

He stopped beside you, leaning down to murmur into your ear, voice low. “Having fun, baby?”

You turned to him with a wide, innocent smile. “So much.”

“Mm.” He brought his drink to his lips, eyes never leaving yours. “Glad to hear it.”

Then he stepped away again.

Your chest tightened with heat. God, he was good. Too good.

You mingled a little more, this time striking up a conversation with Hyunjin. He complimented your look—of course he did—and you responded with a bright smile and a flirty, “You always know how to make a girl feel good.”

Across the room, Chan was now leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, jaw tense.

You kept your focus on Hyunjin, laughing softly at something he said, reaching out to brush invisible lint off his jacket sleeve. Nothing bold. Nothing too obvious. But you could feel the weight of Chan’s stare searing into your back.

And then—

“Y/N.” His voice cut through the music, deep and commanding.

You turned slowly, eyebrows raised. “Hm?”

He was already at your side, hand resting firmly on the small of your back. “Come with me.”

You blinked. “Where?”

He leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear, and whispered,

“To the car… now.”

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The door shut with a deep thunk behind you, and before you could even fully sit back in your seat, Chan was already reaching across to click the lock. Silence settled in the car like a heavy fog—only the sound of your shallow breaths and the distant thump of bass from the party filling the space.

You glanced over at him cautiously.

His hands were still on the wheel. Eyes staring straight ahead.

Too calm.

Too quiet.

“Chan…?”

He finally turned his head, and his gaze was sharp. No smile. No teasing lilt in his voice.

“You really thought I wouldn’t notice?” he asked lowly.

“I didn’t do anything—”

“Minho. Jeongin. Hyunjin.” He listed their names one by one, ticking them off on his fingers slowly. “All of them got a show. Bending over the table, touching their arms, giggling like they’re the ones making you blush.”

You swallowed hard.

“I just wanted to get your attention,” you murmured.

He scoffed quietly. “Princess, you had my attention the second you walked out in that dress.” He finally turned to you fully, leaning in until his nose brushed yours. “But now? You’re gonna have all of mine.”

You whimpered as his lips grazed your jaw, then your throat, then lower, his hand sliding up your thigh to push your dress higher and higher until the soft lace of your panties was fully exposed under the faint glow of the dashboard lights.

“I warned you about teasing me, didn’t I?” he said, fingers curling around the waistband.

“Y-Yeah.”

“And what did you do?”

“…Teased you.”

“Exactly.”

He didn’t hesitate. Two fingers pushed the fabric aside and pressed against your slit—already wet, already aching. He chuckled darkly.

“You were like this the whole party?” he taunted, lips brushing your ear. “Soaking wet while you flirted with my members?”

“Chan—” you gasped, eyes fluttering shut when his fingers slipped in, knuckles deep, the stretch hitting all at once.

“No,” he said firmly, other hand gripping your chin to face him. “You’re gonna keep your eyes on me this time. You wanted my attention? You got it.”

He pumped his fingers slow at first, curling them just right—dragging across your sweet spot, pulling out halfway just to plunge back in harder. And faster. Each thrust came with a scolding kiss to your neck or a filthy whisper in your ear.

“Is this what you wanted? Hm? To get fucked in the car like a needy little brat?”

“Yes—yes, please, Chan—”

He smirked against your skin. “You sound so sweet when you’re desperate.”

Your legs were shaking, thighs quivering as you neared your high—but before you could say another word, your phone buzzed in the cupholder between you.

Chan’s fingers stilled.

You blinked, breath caught in your throat as he leaned over and read the caller ID.

“Jeongin.”

“Oh god,” you whimpered.

He grinned darkly, lifted his fingers away from you (with your slick glistening under the lights), and casually picked up the call with his clean hand.

“Yeah?”

There was a short pause. Jeongin’s voice filtered through the speaker—cheerful and oblivious. “Hyung! We were just wondering where you guys went. Everything okay?”

Chan’s tone was smooth. Way too smooth. “Yeah, we just had to grab something from the car.”

You covered your mouth with both hands, thighs pressing together, trying not to make a sound as your arousal dripped down your thighs.

“Oh, okay! We’re about to order some doordash, just text me if you want anything.”

“Will do. Thanks, Jeongin.”

Click.

The second the call ended, Chan dropped the phone back in the cupholder and turned to you slowly.

“You were gonna come without my permission,” he murmured. “Weren’t you?”

Your lips parted, but no words came out. Only a soft nod.

“That’s cute.” He leaned in, nudging his nose along your jaw. “Let’s fix that.”

Then he unbuckled his pants...

Chan’s hands were already back on you—ripping your panties fully aside this time, dragging his soaked fingers down your folds as he pulled his cock free with the other. Thick, flushed, twitching at the tip as he wrapped a hand around the base and hissed softly.

“You made me this hard from just watching you act like a little slut at a party,” he muttered. “You’re lucky I didn’t bend you over that damn counter.”

You whimpered, hips already lifting in search of friction. “Chan, please—”

“No. Say it right.”

“Please, daddy…”

That broke him.

He pushed your thighs wide open, lined himself up, and sank in slow. All the way until his hips pressed flush against you, letting you feel every inch stretching you open, filling you to the brim. You cried out softly, hands fisting his hoodie, head thrown back against the seat.

“Fuck,” he growled, burying his face into your neck. “You feel so good around me. Like you were made for this.”

His pace started hard—deep, rolling thrusts that made the entire car creak. The windows fogged fast, the leather seat squeaking underneath you both. The sound of skin slapping, your quiet moans, his sharp grunts—it was all too much.

“You like this?” he breathed, pounding into you even harder now. “This what you wanted, baby? To have all my fucking attention on you?”

Your answer was nothing but a wrecked gasp and nod, your legs tightening around his waist as your second high started building—white-hot and dizzying.

He knew. He felt it.

Chan kissed you hard—sloppy and deep—and whispered, “Cum for me. Let go.”

Your whole body shook as the orgasm hit, and he didn’t stop—just kept chasing his own, gripping your hips bruisingly tight until a long, broken groan left him and he came deep inside, hips jerking, spilling every drop into you.

He collapsed against you, both of you panting in the humid air of the car.

And then…

BZZZZZ.

Your phone buzzed again.

Chan reached over lazily, pressed answer on speaker, just as you were still catching your breath, his softening cock still inside you.

Jeongin’s voice chirped through again.

“Hyung? You think we can’t see your guys’ car rocking from the window?”

You choked on a gasp and hid your face in Chan’s shoulder.

Chan just grinned lazily, pulled out slow, and said, “Guess we’ll be in soon.”

Click.

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[yippee-optimistically]

messed up on bobettes size in comparisson 2 the rest of the holidays.. ive literally never played dandys world but that comic on tiktok by poilubsu (whatever this is) was so peak i couldnt stop myself from going deeper in2 the fandom. somehow a few of these designs r already slightly outdated to how i draw them ?? mostly the commons (SHRIMPO.) but it was still sooo much fun. due to rarity i only drew commons thru rares as post-twisting

misc doodles. i have such bad favoritism for shrimpo. and the number of drawing im holding from u bc its a rarepair is heartbreaking. maybe later !!!

had to come back and edit in some ms paint doodles

[official-bunbun]

I think that it should be a mechanic in the game that certain twisteds will have different mechanics if you have a certain toon in the party

Maybe Sprout would become incredibly protective of the first Cosmo player he sees, keeping them close and attacking anyone that comes near but no longer roaming and not actively seeking others out

I might come up with a concept for the reverse (twisted cosmo/player sprout) later BUT this was the first thought i had about it

Edit: part 2 here cuz yall went nuts over this LOL do you like my ideas and storytelling based on this? you may be interested in the dandy's world ask/story blog i started!

[teenagewannabewriter]

green,and my favorite shade is this greyish green.

in character it’s lilac and a mix of gold and purple.

actually i do wanna know. reblog and tag 1) your favorite basic color and 2) your favorite specific color shade. i like orange as an overall, but my favorite shade is a tie between salmon pink and mint blue

[milolunde]

I got so emo after this episode

I was originally going to add an alt version with the cow but I just needed it to get done lmao

[spilledjelly]

le snoz

[kenolotl]

i love it when people are obsessed with their wives. it’s like yeah that’s literally what you’re supposed to do

[ghosted-jazz]

Did Cosmo and Wanda have a fairy Timmy back in the day? I hadn't watched A New Wish yet but iirc their relationship was strained by Timmy, I think because of the whole "no one aged for 50 years" thing in Timmy's Secret Wish. So would that mean Timmy messed up their marriage?

Yep! Timmy was Cosmo and Wanda's first fairy!

Cosmo and Wanda were newly weds with no support systems thus miserable enough to get their own fairy!

For the first few years, the three of them were perfect but Timmy overstayed his welcome, none of them wanting to lose this new family they created. Timmy used his magic to try and force a magic solution to make Cosmo and Wanda happy again, to varying levels of success.

New fairy management notices that Cosmo and Wanda seem to be getting more miserable despite having Timmy, so they get assigned a new fairy:

Chloe is here to fix all of Timmy's mistakes. But their happy little family isn't going to be separated so instead of being replaced, Timmy and Chloe end up as coworkers.

But even with two fairies, Cosmo and Wanda keep getting more miserable. With a fresh new set of eyes and someone to talk to, Timmy finally admits that the Fairywinkle-Cosmas might be better off without him since most of their conflict does seem to revolve around magic. So both Chloe and Timmy resign, erasing Cosmo's, Wanda's, Poof's Peri's and Sparky's memories of magic.

That day, the Fairywinkle-Cosma's pet goldfish, the one they got when they got their first house, dies. The whole family is very torn up about it, crying even though they don't know why they feel so strongly about losing this goldfish.

As for the whole 50 year time loop thing:

After granting that accidental wish, Timmy does not come clean about it for 50 years in fear of getting into trouble. A swap version of Timmy's Secret Wish does happen and undoes the time loop but yep, that wish absolutely contributed in the decline of their marriage. Not that Cosmo and Wanda would remember it anyways

[whispers-and-woes]

Got a new job!!!! Great pay, great benefits, pays WEEKLY!!!!

I may be able to visit Norway after all

[cosmo-meyer]

I didn’t even notice he had his mouth still

I thought the creators just got rid of it sometimes 😭

Honestly I kind of like it better without the mouth I think it makes him look more confused and surprised about Ragathas apology

ALSO IN THE INTERMISSION POMNI WAS IN A FROG POSE TO SYMBOLIZE HOW SHES JAX’s FIRST FRIEND AFTER RIBBIT AND SHES TAKING THEIR PLACE

[koeal]

Old friend

[morriemonnie]

Taxi! Hey Taxi, take me to the fantasy! 🚕🌕👍

Inspired by this song > Penthouse - Taxi to the moon < (It's a really good song!)

[danicloth]

Day 11 NickToons 🪄

Very proud of their son 🥹

[lov3lycosmos]

"Even In The Storm, I'll Be Your Shelter"

Pairings: Seungmin x Fem!Reader (fem worked easier...srry)

Genre: Fluff & Angst

Summary: Seungmin leaves for the store, leaving you and your mother alone, where she says some hurtful things. He comes back to find you outside with his blanket and plushie~

cosmos note: I think angst or fluff is my favorite thing to write cause I'm melting... (this request)

The rain had just started, he sound pattering against the window.

It had been a calm enough evening at first. The three of you—you, Seungmin, and your mom—stood side by side in the kitchen, the scent of dinner still lingering in the air. Plates were stacked in the sink, and soft conversation filled the room. Seungmin, ever the helpful presence, was already drying dishes with a small smile on his face.

"We should have dessert," your mom suggested, her tone light. "I was thinking about making that lemon cake, but it turns out I’m out of sugar."

"I can go grab some," Seungmin offered immediately, setting the plate he was drying on the rack. He always liked to help, and you knew he would never turn down an opportunity to make things easier for you.

"Oh, no need to rush," your mom replied with a wave of her hand. "Unless you wouldn’t mind?"

You hesitated. You knew what it meant when Seungmin left—the air between you and your mother often grew heavier in his absence. But you couldn’t ask him to stay, not when he was being so thoughtful.

"It’s okay," you said quickly, offering a small smile. "We’ll be fine."

Seungmin’s eyes lingered on you for a moment, as if silently checking to make sure you were certain. Then, with a nod, he grabbed his keys from the counter.

"I won’t be long," he promised, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Call me if you need anything."

"Love you," you murmured, your hands brushing against his.

"Love you too, baby." He smiled, his warmth lingering even after he stepped out into the evening air.

And then, it was just you and your mom.

The silence settled, interrupted only by the clink of utensils and the hum of the refrigerator. For a while, you tried to busy yourself, helping clear the remaining dishes and wiping down the counter. But even as your hands moved, the weight in the air thickened.

"He’s a good man," your mom commented, her voice carefully neutral.

"He is," you agreed softly, waiting for the inevitable follow-up.

"Takes good care of you."

You swallowed. "He does."

A beat of silence. Then she added, "Sometimes I wonder if you rely on him too much."

The words landed heavily. You gripped the cloth in your hand, trying to steady yourself. "What do you mean?"

She shrugged, though her tone was far from casual. "He’s always the one fixing things, handling everything. It’s like you can’t manage without him."

"That’s not true," you defended, though the tremble in your voice betrayed your emotions. "We’re a team. He helps me, and I help him. That’s how relationships work."

"Relationships also mean standing on your own two feet," she countered, her gaze sharp. "And I’m not sure you even know how to do that."

The knot in your chest tightened. "I handle things, Mom. I have my own job. I manage my responsibilities. Just because I have anxiety doesn’t mean I’m incapable."

"And yet you crumble the second things get difficult," she shot back. "I’ve seen it. You spiral. You shut down. And who picks you up every time? Seungmin."

"Because he loves me!" The words burst out before you could stop them, the frustration bubbling over. "And I love him. He doesn’t see me as some burden, Mom. He supports me, just like I support him."

"Supporting is one thing," she said coldly. "Enabling is another."

The argument escalated from there, each exchange sharper than the last. Every time you tried to defend yourself, she twisted your words. Each accusation chipped away at the fragile walls you had built, and by the time her voice dropped to a cruel murmur, you could feel yourself unraveling.

"You can't even handle your own anxiety. How are you supposed to handle anything else?"

Your chest tightened, and the tears threatened to spill. Without another word, you turned and rushed outside, the door slamming shut behind you.

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The rain poured down, soaking through your clothes as you sat curled on the deck. Seungmin's blanket was wrapped tightly around you, though the fabric did little to keep away the cold. The Pikachu plush he had given you, the one he held onto for comfort, was clutched to your chest. Its soft fabric grew damp with every sob that shook your body.

You couldn’t even call him. Your phone sat lifeless on the counter, drained and useless.

You didn't hear the car at first. Seungmin's headlights cut through the misty downpour, illuminating the deck. The moment he saw you, still and drenched, his face fell. Without shutting the car off, he rushed toward you, his sneakers splashing through the puddles.

"Baby?" His voice was breathless, laced with panic as he crouched down. The sight of you clutching his Pikachu plush made his heart ache.

"Seungmin," you whimpered, the sound barely louder than the rain.

"What happened?" His hands hovered over you, unsure of what to touch first. Your wet hair clung to your face, your lips trembling as he tugged the blanket tighter around you. "Come here, let's get you warm."

He didn’t wait for a reply. His arms slid under your knees and back, lifting you effortlessly. You didn’t fight it, curling closer to him, the Pikachu still cradled tightly. He opened the car door and set you inside, the heat enveloping you immediately. The smell of him lingered—safe, familiar. He grabbed another dry hoodie from the backseat, carefully draping it over your shivering form.

"Baby," he murmured, brushing the wet strands from your face. His thumb traced the trail of tears down your cheek. "You're freezing. Why didn’t you come inside?"

"I couldn’t," you whispered, your voice cracking. "I just... couldn’t."

Seungmin's jaw clenched, his worry quickly mingling with anger. He pulled the hoodie tighter around you, then reached into the backseat for a towel he kept from an earlier gym session. Gently, he started drying your hair, his movements slow and methodical.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't here," he said softly. "I should've been here."

You shook your head. "It's not your fault."

But the guilt still sat heavy on him. He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before tucking you further into the oversized hoodie. The warmth of his scent wrapped around you, calming the trembling in your limbs.

"Stay here, okay?" he said. "I’ll be right back."

You watched as he stepped out into the rain once more. He gathered everything—the soaked blanket, the tossed-out items your mother had discarded in her frustration. His hands shook slightly as he carried them to the trunk. Then, without another word, he turned toward the house.

He was gone for a while.

The sound of rain mingled with the faint hum of the car engine. You couldn’t make out what was being said, but Seungmin's voice was firm, unwavering. And when he finally returned, his face was set with resolve, though a shadow of sadness lingered in his eyes.

"Come here, love." He slid into the driver’s seat, pulling you gently toward him. You nestled into his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His arms encased you, fingers tracing calming patterns along your back.

"I’m so proud of you," he whispered, his lips brushing against your temple. "For everything. You handled that so bravely."

And for the first time that night, you believed him.

Seungmin adjusted the heat, letting it warm the cabin further as the rain drummed softly against the roof. He reached for the radio, turning the dial until a slow, comforting song played through the speakers. Without hesitation, he began to sing along—his voice low and soothing, a soft lull that wrapped around you just as tenderly as his arms did.

His hand found your thigh beneath the oversized hoodie, tracing gentle circles with his thumb. Each motion was deliberate, a silent reassurance. Between verses, he murmured praises, his words spilling like honey.

"You're so strong, baby."

"I'm so proud of you."

"You did so well."

Every word anchored you, pulling you further from the storm that had raged inside your chest. You leaned into him, the rhythmic rise and fall of his voice grounding you. His fingers never stilled, each stroke against your leg a reminder that he was there, that he wasn't going anywhere.

When the song faded into another, he pressed a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering. "I love you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "So much. And I’ll always be here."

And in that moment, wrapped in his warmth, you knew he meant every word.

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