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bittybeanscafe · 2 days ago

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Oh, They’re So Weird (☉-⚆)

“You recently got laid off of your job. Thankfully, you found an ad on Craigslist that paid quite a bit for you to just housesit! 🍩”

DAY ONE -> DAY TWO

Contains: Kopi, Daisuke, Wyndolyn, Betty, Eddie and Volt, and Tony.

🍰 Café Menu 🍰

Getting laid off sucked, but the worst part wasn’t the lost job, it was the silence afterward. Bills didn’t care about unemployment, and your fridge had been making a weird knocking sound that screamed “I’m dying” for two weeks now. So yeah, maybe scrolling Craigslist at 2:13 a.m. while eating peanut butter off a spoon wasn’t your proudest moment, but that’s when you saw it.

HOUSE SITTER NEEDED - URGENT

Spacious, fully furnished home.

3 weeks.

$1,500/week.

Must be kind. No loud music. No shouting. Absolutely NO cursing at the housemates.

Contact: xxxx

Serious inquiries only.

You blinked. Then read it again. Then checked the listing date: posted 10 minutes ago. Honestly? It didn’t sound like a murder ad. And fifteen hundred a week? That was rent for two months. You clicked “reply” before your brain had a chance to argue.

One weird video call later…

“Just be nice to them,” The owner said. Their face was earnest, a little too close to the webcam. “The bed gets moody if you ignore her, and the mirror likes compliments. Oh, and please don’t cuss at anyone. They’re sensitive.”

You’d nodded slowly. “...Right. The furniture is sensitive.”

They beamed. “Exactly! You’re a natural.”

You weren't, actually. You were broke. There was a difference.

The house was new, a bit creaky, and gorgeous.

It stood like a storybook illustration, rose vines on white walls, tall windows like blinking eyes. The front gate opened on its own when you approached. The door was unlocked. And there, sitting right inside the foyer, was a small table with a handwritten note:

“Welcome! Bedroom’s on the second floor. Please greet everyone before settling in. Be polite. No exceptions.”

You stared at the note. Then looked around.

...There wasn’t anyone here.

Was there?

You stood in the middle of the living room, feeling about as dumb as someone could feel while talking to furniture.

“Hi, everyone,” you said, eyes shifting to the antique mirror above the fireplace, the couch with those overly plush cushions, and the teacup-patterned wallpaper that somehow felt judgy. “I guess.”

Silence.

Well, yeah. What were you expecting? A lamp to wave?

You gave yourself a mental shrug and moved toward the kitchen. The house might’ve been old, but the appliances were surprisingly modern: sleek, clean, and probably worth more than your last paycheck. You figured coffee wouldn’t hurt. You hadn’t had real coffee in weeks. Just that sad instant stuff that made your teeth feel like they were dissolving.

The coffee machine purred to life like it knew what it was doing. Which was weird.

You blinked when it poured your drink.

In the frothy surface was an intricate little heart surrounded by ferns and flowers, like a garden in your cup. You hadn’t touched any settings. Hell, you didn’t even know how to do latte art.

You stared at the cup.

“…Thanks?” you said, lifting it gently.

Deep within the inner world of the house, Kopi beamed. “You're welcome! Finally, someone with manners,” she thought, pride bubbling inside her ceramic chest. She loved giving people a good start to their day.

You sipped. It was perfect. Not too bitter, just creamy enough, like something out of a dream. You let out a soft hum of satisfaction and felt… lighter.

Okay. Weird, but not bad.

After finishing the cup (and whispering another awkward “thank you” before setting it in the sink and cleaning it, to the liking of Daisuke), you figured you might as well do something productive. The house wasn’t dirty, but there was dust on the window sills and a few cobwebs here and there. You found an old cloth in a drawer, wet it, and started wiping down the large bay windows.

They sparkled immediately, almost too fast.

You frowned, then smiled anyway, running the cloth in slow, thoughtful circles.

“Looking better already,” you murmured, almost to yourself.

In her own little corner of the dimension, Wyndolyn, the ever-elegant window spirit, preened at the praise. “Such lovely hands,” she thought, her panes practically glowing. “This one appreciates beauty… oh, what a treat.”

You didn’t see the way the sunlight caught just right, casting little prisms of color across the floor like she was showing off. You didn’t notice the faint scent of fresh-cut flowers that hadn’t been there a moment ago. Not yet.

But they saw you.

And you were kind.

That was more than enough, for now.

The storm rolled in faster than you'd expected.

One minute, it was just gray clouds and a gentle breeze. The next, thunder cracked so hard it rattled the windows, and rain slammed against the walls like it had a personal grudge. The lights flickered once, twice-

-and then went out completely.

"Of course," you muttered, setting down the book you'd been reading. You reached for your phone. No signal. Of course.

You remembered the owner mentioning the breaker box upstairs in the attic hallway. Something about “power hiccups” being normal in a house this old. Still, you didn’t love the idea of going up there in the dark. But sitting in silence with no lights and a wind that sounded like a ghost screaming? Less appealing.

So up you went, flashlight in hand, the wood creaking under your feet with every step. The breaker box sat tucked behind a narrow door next to the linen closet, sealed shut with a rusted latch. You struggled with it for a second, then remembered the neat little red toolbox you saw in the bottom of the small closet earlier.

Inside, every tool was perfectly clean and in order. Like someone really cared for them.

You handled each one with care, lining them up just like they were, using the screwdriver gently, placing it back precisely where it came from.

Deep within the heartbeat of the house, Tony grinned behind his stubbled jaw. “Finally, someone who knows how to treat their tools.” His arms crossed proudly. He liked this one.

With a quiet clunk, you flipped the main breaker switch back on. The lights flickered downstairs, then steadied.

Somewhere, inside the wires that ran like veins through the house’s bones, Volt stirred with a low hum of relief. “Oh, thank the circuit.” Sparks flickered behind his eyes as the flow stabilized. No more shorts. No more headaches.

And within the walls, behind the plaster and wallpaper and pipework, Eddie leaned against a support beam and exhaled. “Smooth fix. Didn’t even overload me this time.” He’d braced himself for the usual slapdash button-mashing most humans did, but this one… this one had patience.

You closed the breaker box gently, wiped your hands on your jeans, and gave a half-smile to the darkness. “There. That should do it.”

The hallway lights stayed on. The house gave a low, satisfied creak, like an old cat settling into a nap.

You didn’t know what you’d just done for them.

But they did.

And all three, Tony, Volt, and Eddie, watched you descend the stairs like you were some kind of quiet hero.

You padded back down the stairs, warm light humming gently through the halls again. The storm still raged outside, wind clawing at the shutters and rain pelting the roof, but inside, the house felt… calm. Like it had sighed with relief.

You stretched, body pleasantly tired from moving and cleaning all day. Your feet led you to the bedroom Hank had set aside for you, the door already cracked open like it had been waiting.

The bed inside was reasonably sized, an old-fashioned four-poster with soft, sea-colored sheets and an absurd number of pillows. It should’ve felt stiff or creaky. Maybe even haunted, considering the whole "talk to the furniture" vibe this place had going on.

But the second you sank into the mattress, all thoughts slipped out of your head like sand through your fingers.

It was warm. It welcomed you. Like arms cradling you. Not too soft, not too firm, just the exact kind of comfort you didn’t know your body had been aching for.

“…Huh,” you murmured, pulling the covers up to your chin. “You’re… actually really nice.”

The bed didn’t respond, of course. But you felt it in the way the blanket settled just right around your shoulders. How the pillow fit the curve of your neck perfectly. You swore you heard the faintest creak, like someone humming a lullaby through the floorboards.

Somewhere, deep in her quilted soul, Betty the Bed glowed with pride. “Sleep well, sweetheart,” she thought. “You’ve had a long day.”

You yawned, blinking slowly at the ceiling. “Goodnight, everyone,” you whispered into the dark, voice thick with sleep. “Don’t stay up too late gossiping.”

A soft gust of air rustled the curtains. A light flicked off down the hall.

And you fell asleep: warm, safe, and strangely… cared for.

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theobservatory · 2 days ago

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"No, you can not sit on my lap."

You pout, whirring your teeth between your lips. For all pretenses you look a bit like a child, crossing your arms over your chest like that.

"Why not?"

"Because you can't."

Rude. You can remember Tim saying what's mine is yours. Now all of a sudden that doesn't include his personal space bubble, your favorite bubble to intrude upon, even. This is blasphemous behavior for a man who worships the ground you walk on.

"Oh, so you hate me."

"What- no, of course not."

"Then why not?" You say a little forcefully, leaning your weight onto Tim's desk and towering over him. The wood creaks beneath your palm like an ungreased door hinge.

Tim blushes. "Uh- I just- I need to get work done, is all."

"so get it done with me sitting on your lap."

"I can't." He pleads.

"Why not?"

"You know why!"

And yes, you do know why. It's because while you came here with mostly innocent intentions, your boyfriend is a pervert first and foremost. He can't concentrate while you're sitting on him, his brain always trails right back your thighs on his, your nose in his neck, your fingers on his back, the ever growing tightness in his pants.

You also do not care.

"I don't care."

"But-"

Even now, as you're leaning over where he's sitting, you can see his skin getting flusher and flusher. It's like watching a computer run the same numbers over and over again trying to change the outcome, except this your boyfriend trying to redirect his mind to the conversation at hand, instead of losing himself to whatever disgusting thoughts permeate his brain.

"I miss you." You whine. "You've been working all day."

"Yeah, m-mhm, I know. Just 10 more minutes, okay? 10 more minutes."

Whether he actually uses the 10 minutes to actually wrap up his work or rushes to the bathroom connected to his office is up in the air. Despite having been dating for a long while now, and having seen each other naked many times, he's still so embarrassed about even the vague thought of his own arousal.

You really don't understand why he won't just ask you for a quickie at least- God knows you've asked him enough times- but if taking care of it himself makes him feel better you're not going to make fun of him for it. Then again, he might be into that for all you know.

"I'll be back in 10 minutes exactly. You hear me?"

"Of course, I'll be quick."

You close the office door behind you as you leave, but you linger to press your ear up to the wood. You hear his chair squeak, a heavy sigh, the rolling wheels across the floor. Then you hear the connected bathroom door shut.

Yeah, you should've known.

HE IS A FAILBOY LOSER TO ME, OKAY

I'm a fan of suave Tim, but I'm bigger fan of loser goody-two-shoes Tim who's too shy to ask for more than you've given. I think it's sweet, and a little funny maybe

Anyway, just a little drabble before I focus on more important things again. I'm going to see the new Superman movie tomorrow so you can expect some Clark Kent stuff coming soon. Alri bye yall

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vxnillabxn · 2 days ago

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Hello!!! I love your writings a lot and was wondering if you could write something about Zayne with a very "chivalrous" mc? Someone who loves spoiling him in lowkey ways, picks him up after his shift ends, delivers food between shifts and kisses his knuckles everytime they meet. I love the strong grounded chivalrous women trope a lot and I think Zayne would like someone like that too :]

Thank you!!

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne x fem!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff, fluff, fluff! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚i would wife this man up. literally. as i wrote this, i was thinking: hell yeah, yeah !!! he deserves all of this and more !!! thanks for the support, and thanks for requesting! i absolutely love this trope too! (˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

at first, he was a bit taken aback when you offered to drive him to the hospital.

…in his car.

and when you went all the way to open the door for him?

he was even more confused.

he didn't comment on it, though. he just kissed you goodbye and left.

little did he know that was the start of your many acts of service.

you'd ask if he had eaten yet, and if he hadn't, then you'd order a meal plus the recommended dessert of the day for him.

straight to his office, nice and warm.

if he wanted to take you out, however, you would pay. instantly. your card was already between your fingers before the employee could even say what the total was.

the last time you two went out, you took off his coat for him, and also pulled the chair so he could sit down.

he was silent, but the tips of his ears were slightly red.

you did it so confidently, too.

and he liked that, quite a lot.

when you two were back at home, you would open every door for him.

and you'd reach out for anything he might need, even when he quite literally could reach it himself —and sometimes even better than you.

he does find it cute when you open jars for him, though.

and he also loves when you take his hand and kneel just to kiss his knuckles.

he feels loved —and like a princess, low-key.

now, ever since you started treating him with such attentiveness and chivalry, he actually expects it every day.

for example, at lunch time, if there is a knock on his door, he expects the delivery person.

if you take his hand for whatever reason, he's waiting for the kissy-kiss.

if you two go out, he waits for you to open the door.

and now, whenever he lets you drive his car, he'll wait until you open the door for him.

you've spoiled him too much.

and since you always do this stuff, he gets sad if you forget.

he'll think you're mad at him, that you're tired of being like this, or maybe you think he's a grown man and he can do all of these things by himself.

and he can…

but you do them so much better —and much more lovingly, too.

obviously, he doesn't think you must do these things for him, and he won't force you to keep doing them if you don't feel like it…

but it already became a part of your routine as a couple.

so... yeah, he'll hold his hand up for you to kiss while staring at you, with a soft yet expectant gaze, like a cat wanting attention but not wanting to ask for it —explicitly.

and he'll wait for you to pick him up when his shift ends, holding the lunchbox you made for him, the scarf you bought for him, and the coffee you sent to him as an energy booster.

and you'll keep doing it, because you love taking care of him, and you also love the soft, proud smile on his face whenever someone comments on how cute your dynamic is.

he also swears he'll surprise you when you least expect it, and he'll take care of you the same way —or in his own, caring way— without ceasing your chivalrous nature.

because he's in love with it, as much as he's in love with his sweet, caring and, most importantly, his strong girlfriend.

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snapscube · 1 day ago

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penny!!!! idk anyone else who a) might know the answer and b) i have a chance of getting a response from but ive been wondering abt this for a while. when someone creates a "clip" of a video of yours on youtube (using the clip button) do you get notified? can you see these clips at all? they say "public" but as far as i can tell theres no way for someone else to view them without being sent the direct link

(feel free to respond privately i cant imagine many other people care abt this LOL)

oh this is a good question that im happy to clarify! as FAR AS I CAN TELL, i do not get notified whenever there is a clip created of my videos, but i absolutely can see them! i dont think the audience can very easily without the link yeah, but in the youtube studio page from my perspective for each video there is a section where it shows all created clips along with their titles and i can watch them individually. i personally really like seeing what people clip from my stuff so im glad its there!

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jacenotjason · 1 day ago

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253 Facts About Hyaku

(YEAH THATS RIGHT 253 YOU PEOPLE ARE INSANE /AFF) some CW for mentions of death/murder/torture + bugs

Every 50th fact is ☆ highlighted, (50th, 100th, 150th, 200th, 250th), just... for fun.

His name “Hyakuashi” (百足) literally translates directly to “Hundred Legs”

Hyaku named himself.

While he doesn’t have a last name, he’ll sometimes put it down as “Hyaku Ashi” if he needs to.

Hyaku is 6’1” (185 cm), but his heels make him about 6’4” (193 cm)

He’s about 130lbs, which with his height, makes him underweight.

Hyaku doesn’t care about this, he prefers to be on the slimmer side (and isn’t even sure if he can gain or lose weight….)

In a non-spooky style, his eyes would be a deep brown, almost black.

^ In some writing I haven’t posted yet, I described his eyes as - “Deep black, monolid, and unnervingly still; they didn’t reflect light very much. There was something wrong about them, though she couldn't say how. Looking into them felt like standing in the center of a dark room and knowing, without question, that something in the dark was watching. Not one thing, but many.”

I often draw him with a lot of piercings in his face when drawing in my style, usually a septum most notably, but also a bridge and eyebrow piercing.

His Meta creation date is December 21, 2024

He doesn’t have an in-universe birthday, not only because his creation is vague, but because he never bothered to pick out a fake birthday.

^ If ever asked, he’d just give a date that’s very soon to get free stuff.

Hyaku currently holds the highest killcount of all my OCs, with Mars a far second.

Hyaku is Japanese!

He specifically comes from Osaka, Japan

Hyaku is a yokai; He is the human form of The Omukade, or the Giant Centipede.

Hyaku can return to the form of the Omukade, however, doing so would permanently destroy his human form.

If asked, Hyaku wouldn’t be able to answer if he prefers to be human, or his original form.

Hyaku feeds on negative emotions, he purposefully causes harm in order to feed and entertain himself.

His actions range from just shouldering people, to ensuring someone witnesses the death of a loved one.

Hyaku can sometimes tell if someone is also not human.

It’s not a perfect radar, but if he notices he doesn’t feel as full of misery as he should, he might be able to suss out that the person isn’t completely human.

If Hyaku ever met someone COMPLETELY unbothered by his behavior, he’d continue to bother them worse and worse until they finally snapped

^ or until HE finally snaps, and kills them. Or, if they can’t be killed for any reason, he’d avoid them completely and become annoyed by their presence.

The worst way I think someone can perceive Hyaku is like a hungry animal that’s just trying to survive, because this isn’t true. Without the need to consume negative emotions, Hyaku would STILL act like this. He’s simply cruel.

Hyaku views humans as juice boxes; he holds no respect for them.

He will never respect a human, no matter how intelligent, strong, or ruthless they are. At best, he may find one amusing for a time, like a particularly clever pet.

Hyaku LOVES anything apple flavored, especially apple juice.

He also enjoys anything apple themed (apple plushie, cup, clothing, etc etc)

His favorite season is Fall

His favorite color is any warm color (Red, orange, yellow)

Hyaku bites ice cream

On the note of ice cream, Hyaku doesn’t like anything too sugary.

He speaks both Japanese and English, with Japanese being his first language

Hyaku regularly slips into Japanese when speaking, usually to insult people around him that don’t know what he’s saying.

Hyaku put off learning English for a LONG time, and put off learning to read + write English for even longer.

^ to this day, his reading and writing is amateur.

Hyaku has a very durable exterior. Traditional weapons (blades, guns, blunt objects, etc) do little damage to him, if at all.

Human saliva melts this armor, leaving Hyaku vulnerable to traditional attacks.

When saliva melts his armor, it leaves Hyaku’s skin sizzling and numb. Even if not followed by an attack, just coming in contact with spit would be decently upsetting to Hyaku.

Logically speaking the most effective way to attack Hyaku is to bite him, (if you were human)

Poison would also be ineffective to Hyaku, as… he is venomous himself.

Hyaku’s venom isn’t fatal. If bitten and injected, it would cause intense pain and swelling, leaving someone weakened rather than dead.

If someone lived after being bitten, the bite would cause an intense fever after a few hours

After the fever pasts, the wound will become very itchy and irritated, baiting the victim to irritate it further and make it worse

All in all, it takes a few days for a Hyaku bite to fully heal

His venom tastes like apple-flavored bleach

Hyaku will fidget often with his ahoges/antenna, either twirling them from boredom or pulling on them with anger.

On the alignment chart, Hyaku would be Chaotic Evil.

☆ His deadly sin would be Lust or Gluttony.

His tarot card would be The Tower

His flower is a Red Spider Lily

His animal symbolism would be a centipede, duh

^ but he favorite bug is actually a cicada

Hyaku has an intact hunter mindset

He’s incredibly good at reading body language when chasing someone, able to predict where they’re going to turn next with really good accuracy

He’s able to corner people with ease.

Hyaku has a scar under his right eye, only visible when his glasses are removed

This scar is from when Hyaku was first taken down as The Omukade, suffering an arrow to the face.

Hyaku took his human form as a way to hide and heal, sleeping in Mount Mikami for 100 years.

He healed fast, but chose to stay asleep for longer, waiting for the people that remembered and feared The Omukade to die off.

His first words as a human were a lie.

They were “I don’t know where I am,” spoken in Japanese.

Hyaku’s voice claim is Leon Kuwata from Danganronpa,

^ I’ve never been fully satisfied with his voice claim, but I haven’t found anything that fits better.

His actual voice would be Leon Kuwata’s pitch, but with Miu Irumas tone, vocabulary and inflections. Basically if Leon said Miu’s lines.

^ He often overuses curses and swears, and is rather vulgar.

He’s incredibly vulgar with his words, not afraid to bring up people’s bodies or looks causally

A lot of characters in spooky month represent horror tropes, Hyaku is the representation of “Gore Porn” movies. (Think Tusk, Saw, Hostel, etc)

^ His entire being is a pun on this. He’s a HUMAN. CENTIPEDE.

Hyaku can also represent the “Monster Disguised as a Man” trope, similar to The Thing, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, It Follows, etc

Bonus, he can also follow the “cannibalism as a metaphor for love” trope, sort of. Technically not “cannibalism” since Hyaku isn’t human, and I wouldn’t describe what he feels as “love”

Despite his inspiration being torture porn movies, Hyaku would be disapointed in The Human Centipede movie.

Hyaku can sometimes fall and run on all fours if in a crisis, but he never does this on purpose

Hyaku is not used to being injured.

If ever seriously injured (Cough, Bob Velseb), Hyaku would falter in his confidence and panic a lot.

Hyaku’s gender identity and attraction are VERY complicated, I can’t really fit them both into perfect labels. The best way I can explain it is.. Like if a thing that wasn’t MEANT to feel attraction, was suddenly squished into the shape of a human. His human form craves intimacy but he, himself, as the Omukade, doesn’t want it.

THAT BEING SAID, Hyaku feels connected to masc terms.

He uses he/him, but would also respond to they/them or it/its.

I personally just use he/him with him, as I more associate it/its and they/them with his Omukade form, but feel free to use any of them!

Hyaku would also fall under aromatic and pansexual.

He feels his own version of attraction towards people and things, which I won’t get into, and that attraction has no preference of gender

BONUS, Hyaku would also be objectum (thats why I said “people and things”).

I originally made Hyaku to be an demon x priest ship with Father Gregor, but that got pushed aside in favor of him being a yokai

^ that being said, i think Hyaku would still be attracted to Father Gregor

^ i have a joke about this but it’s a bit.. Risque. So I’m choosing to hold onto it until the future. Just know that it exists. LMAO.

Physically, Hyaku can pass as about 21-28.

He usually defaults to saying he’s 26

Hyaku is actually about 1400 years old, give or take

On Toyhouse, I have his age listed as “Older than tea in Japan”

^ This is true! Since tea came to Japan at about 700 CE, and Hyaku’s age places him at being “born” in about 625 CE

Born in quotations, as.. The Omukade’s birth isn’t known at all.

Hyaku isn’t willing to share where he came from, either.

Possibly because he simply doesn’t remember, but isn’t willing to admit he forgot.

Hyaku has been around for a LLLLOOONG time. (his story on Toyhouse is currently outdated!)

He’s been awake and posing as a human since about 780 CE

In the Heian period (around 1100), Hyaku posed as a wandering onmyōji, using spiritual exorcisms as a front to feed on grieving families.

He immigrated to America in about 1700

^ to get here, he lied saying he was coming for work

☆ ^ He brought an invasive bug species with him which still plagues part of the South

Hyaku adopted the leather jacket style in 1950, and didn’t give it up even when it fell out of style

Yes, in 1950 Hyaku was a greaser.

In 1970, Hyaku was a member of a band called “PLAY OR DIE”.

This is when he learned how to play the electric guitar, which he still does today!

When the leader of this band accidentally discovered Hyaku’s true nature, Hyaku killed them in a staged house fire and moved on.

The other two members of the band were left alive, believing that Hyaku had died in the fire, too.

He’s been all around America, but came to Spooky Town just about eleven years ago.

When he first arrived, he caused a car crash to test Spooky Town’s police response time.

He originally planned to pass through Spooky Town, as the low population didn’t interest him.

However, the cult caused the emotional aura of Spooky Town to be completely rancid, enticing Hyaku to stay.

Hyaku briefly dated Shotgun Man, but Shotgun actually broke up with Hyaku before he could do any damage.

^ Hyaku is… still appalled by this. And Shotgun doesn’t know how big of a bullet they dodged.

Hyaku’s original inspiration, waaaaay back when, was Trevor from The Good Place. I was captivated by that asshole.

^ In fact, one of Hyaku’s first lines I ever drew him saying was, “You should smile more”, which is also one of Trevor’s first and recurring lines.

One of Hyaku’s later inspirations was LuLu (Luluyam)

Another recent inspiration is Erik Campbell from the new Final Destination movie, and is the reason Hyaku currently works at a tattoo parlor

Hyaku smokes and drinks.

He drinks because he interprets it as a luxury

His drink of choice is often red wine… straight from the bottle. He doesn’t bother with formalities like… glasses.

He began smoking as sort of a dick move, wanting to smoke then quit just to show how incapable humans are

..This backfired, as he’s addicted to nicotine now. Though, he’d never admit it.

If you ever look closely, you can see he wears nicotine patches occasionally, usually hiding them under his leather jacket collar.

Hyaku is insecure of his hips and hipbones, but he’ll never admit this.

Hyaku has awful eyesight, and his sunglasses actually double as prescriptions. Once again, he’ll never admit this.

His bad eyesight is one of the reasons he put off learning to read English for a long time

Hyaku’s eyes are also sensitive to light. He can get used to light over time, however harsh, sudden lights, like a flashbang would disorient him greatly.

Hyaku is very embarrassed of his bad eyesight, if it ever became obvious (ex, he runs into a door or mistakes something or something else), he would become very red heheh

While his eyesight is terrible, his hearing is impeccable.

His antenna can also pick up on subtle vibrations and movements, allowing him to “see” more clearly

Hyaku works at a tattoo and piercing parlor

It’s called “Pins and Needles”

Some people joke that Hyaku would purposefully give people bad tattoos, but he actually loves his job and doesn’t want to lose it!

He loves his job because the clients there are constantly in WILLING pain, it’s great

Even though he does his best at his job and gives people whatever they’re asking, Hyaku might purposefully cause a bit more pain than needed. He often pushes the tattoo gun harder than needed, or hesitates a few seconds before piercing someone.

I’ve thought about his co-workers at Pins and Needles a few times, but I’m yet to give them any designs

I like to think that Hyaku gave Aaron his snake tattoo.

Hyaku has no living relatives, but I’ve contemplated designing his “mom” just for fun.

Hyaku is also not above lying about having living relatives for any reason

Hyaku can summon multiple arms from his back!

When they are summoned, I’ve imagined them sort of… folding out from his skin, like an unfolding chair. His hands would be the last thing to unfold from his back, if that makes sense. I might have to make a visual reference for this one.

He can summon 4 extra (6 total) before shit gets weird

By “shit gets weird” I mean his torso will elongate to make room

Whenever Hyaku is in a situation where he needs more strength, he won’t stop at just 6 or 8 arms. Once the dam has broken, Hyaku will take a form I’ve named “The Amalgamation.”

The Amalgamation is basically the result of Hyaku summoning a BUNCH of arms, causing him to move on his arms now, like a centipede.

I’ve compared this form to both “the end result of the human centipede”, as well as “if Tusk was about a centipede instead of a walrus.”

You may be wondering… well what does the end of The Amalgamation look like? And I don’t have an answer.

I think that’s kind of poetic, not even I, the artist, knows what the end of it looks like

Hyaku can make bug noises! He often hisses, chitters, or buzzes.

^ This is because, while his arms are completely intangible when not in use, his mandibles are folded inside his mouth, behind his teeth. So they can rub together and make noises at will

☆ Sometimes Hyaku’s mandibles are unfolded out of his mouth by accident, usually through anger.

While he doesn’t bother with an actual routine, Hyaku does take time in the morning to style his hair

When wet or unstyled, his hair would reach his shoulders.

Hyaku’s design holds a lot of secret symbolism! He’s supposed to heavily resemble a chinese red-headed centipede, even down to the order of his colors

His orange ahoges are supposed to be the orange antenna

His sunglasses are not only supposed to look like big bug eyes,

But are also the red of the red-headed centipede!

His yellow accents (the inside of his jacket, gloves, and boots), are the legs of the centipede

All the grey + black on his clothes is the rest of the body

Bonus, his side burns are supposed to resemble mandibles.

Hyaku’s design is very top-heavy, especially around his torso. His shoulders are broad, but his waist and hips are narrow.

His legs are also very long, made longer visually by his heels.

Hyaku’s favorite food is meat, he’s incredibly carnivorous.

His favorite kind of meat is, of course, human.

He also consumes bugs such as flies, cockroaches, spiders, crickets, and even other centipedes.

He doesn't mind maggots either; finding them in his meat is like a bonus to him.

Though he enjoys it raw, he's very talented when it comes to cooking and preparing meat

During a noise complaint inspection by the police, Hyaku once tricked Jack into eating human flesh he'd cooked

Hyaku’s spice tolerance is VERY HIGH, he often gets food as spicy as he can

Despite being very physically able (High strength + energy + endurance), Hyaku would rather relax than do something physically exerting.

^ Another reason he enjoys doing his job, because he gets to sit constantly!

Hyaku is incredibly flexible as well!

He’s very agile and has a lot of control over his body. He does flips and cartwheels and wooooooh

Hyaku has been in a couple romantic relationships throughout his life, though none of them meant anything to him. A mix of girls and guys.

He’s even been married a few times!

His first relationship as a human was with a girl

^ Her name was Chiyo.

^ Chiyo was alive in 780 CE, so she has long passed. However, she did NOT die at the hands of Hyaku.

Hyaku considers Chiyo “The one that got away”.

Hyaku doesn’t sleep often. Mostly because he doesn’t care

This has resulted in his heavy eyebags, though he doesn’t care about them

^ he sometimes even highlights them with eyeliner

Hyaku would rather sleep at a time he should be awake (ex, work, when someone is talking to him), then during the night.

On the rare occasion he is deeply asleep, Hyaku is a LOUD snorer.

Hyaku is not above attacking children, but he doesn’t purposefully target kids for his cruelty. If he were to attack a child, it’s most likely to hurt someone else.

Hyaku has social media! He mostly posts his tattoo artwork, pictures of his food, OOTDs, dancing, etc. He’s not afraid to put himself online.

^ he would also ragebait a lot LMAO

His phone would be as modern as it can be, with a bug charm hanging from it

Hyaku has Thanatophobia, or a fear of death. Hyaku cannot comprehend no longer existing, and the unknown of the afterlife scares him.

Hyaku also has a small fear of projectiles, or things being thrown at him. You might see a small micro flinch if you raise your arm like you’re going to throw something.

Hyaku usually fights with his hands/claws, or mandibles, but if given the choice of a weapon he’d pick a knife, or something bladed.

He smells like gasoline, old blood, and citrus

Hyaku is not a morning person at all, he takes a good 30 minutes to get out of bed.

He will always arrive late to things

Hyaku would dress up as a centipede for Halloween, and when asked would say he’s a “Human Centipede”

That being said, Hyaku is not fond of holidays like Christmas, as he finds himself hungry of misery. He’s not a fan of the holly jolly >:(

While Hyaku’s current job is as a tattoo artist, he’s had several jobs throughout the years

Between these jobs, he’d make money through conning people or simply thieving.

His favorite job so far has been his current one, though

Hyaku can and will fake vulnerability. Whether in a new place where the people there don’t know him and will take pity on him, or with someone that would simply believe the lie.

☆ He’d fake vulnerability for multiple reasons, either to get something he wants or simply gain trust.

He sometimes will fake being downed. For example, if shot, he’ll lay on the ground and play dead even though the bullet didn’t actually pierce him. This is just for fun.

Hyaku is genuinely upset that he missed being a part of the black plague, but he did feel it happening, even all the way in Japan. Not enough to sustain or feed him, but enough to just know something was happening.

Hyaku is a really ugly crier, though he doesn’t cry often.

Hyaku doesn’t respect others' personal space, but will shove people away if they invade his.

^ or if they’re just.. In his way. He shoves people a lot

Hyaku witnessed when Bob attacked Streber, but chose to watch from across the street rather than help

I have a pinterest board for Hyaku!

I have a Spotify Playlist for Hyaku! He’s characterized mostly by unapologetically lustful and loud songs.

If I had to pick just ONE song for Hyaku, I’d no doubt go with Centipede Legs by LuLuYam.

LuLuYam’s upcoming song, Amalgamation, also has some chance of being a new Hyaku theme. Oooo….

Hyaku’s actual music taste would be a blend of rock and breakcore. Everything in between that. He has no patience for slow songs…

Despite spending a lot of his existence in baggy clothing, Hyaku prefers skin-tight clothes as of the modern year.

Even a winter outfit (which I’ll… design one day..) wouldn’t be very baggy.

The only baggy clothes he wears are his bedtime clothes, (Which I’ve drawn Here and Here!)

^ The Japanese on his bedtime clothes translates to “bug boy”

I’ve accidentally trans-coded Hyaku a few times lmao

Most notably when I joked that Hyaku would lay eggs, then later learned that only female centipedes lay eggs

Hyaku’s name went through a lot of different versions. His name could’ve been: Mukade (ムカデ); a literal direct translation of ‘centipede’, Kijiniku (生人肉); which translates to “raw human flesh”, or “demon flesh” in some contexts, and Uji (蛆); which is just directly translated to Maggot

Hyaku’s design actually went through a lot of development. In REALLY early concepts he was PINK.

He also had squared glasses in his first sketches, which also featured itsnotmourn’s Winnie. Hi winnie !

He also originally had just one colored streak in his hair, back when it was just… hair. Now it’s his antenna so double it and give it to the next person.

I also briefly considered giving Hyaku a braid in early concepts, like a thin braid that resembled a centipede. I think the idea is cool, but I’m glad I didn’t go with it, it would’ve gotten lost in his design and it gives off more “wise” vibes than Hyaku deserves.

The first time I ever depicted Hyaku with his canon skintone was in Ponytown. Lmao.

Realistically, Hyaku would have stretchmarks on his midsection.

I always draw Hyaku’s extra arms just forming outside of his clothes, that’s not logical at all I just thought it was the easiest way to draw it. More logically I think his extra arms would slide under his shirt then pop out, leaving Hyaku in kind of a scrunched up, DIY crop top

I also never draw his extra arms with clothing, not only because it made sense to me, but because it helped me remember which arms were the “original” lmao

While Hyaku does ruin or destroy most relationships, he DOES enjoy having friends that are cruel like him. These bonds are rare.

Though rare, his love language is quality time.

Hyaku doesn’t currently own any pets, but if he did he’d want something like a snake or a spider.

I’ve always imagined Hyaku’s mode of transport (currently) being a motorcycle, which he is no doubt a show-off on.

Dogs and cats do not like Hyaku. Dogs will bark at him and cats will hiss at him.

Hyaku lives in a home large enough to fit a family. He lives there by himself.

How he obtained this house is unclear.

It would be hinted that Hyaku murdered the previous owner(s) and took the house for himself.

Hyaku does not keep this house very clean, but it’s not horrible. Just enough to be trashy.

If Hyaku had a canonical episode, it would be called “Centipede Legs”

If I had any musical talent, I’d make Hyaku his own soundtrack for the episode

…I’ve also come up with a few names of tracks on said soundtrack.

His theme would contain subtle electric guitar, ofc.

His “....” theme would include quick staccato strings, like a centipede scuttling.

Most of the Spooky Month villains die at the end of their episodes. If Hyaku were to die, it would be by an arrow to the head.

Hyaku is not associated with the Spooky Month cult, but he is aware of them, and they’re aware of him.

Hyaku sees the cult as a parade of human delusion

He doesn’t believe in The Eyes

Cultist characters can tell there’s something inhuman about Hyaku

The cult has no reason to target Hyaku, and Hyaku is knows better than to purposefully bother them, they have a loose trust with each other

Hyaku's home also has a basement, where he hides most of his debauchery.

His basement often holds human captives, which Hyaku keeps to stay constantly fed at home. Theyoften die of starvation or blood loss.

His basement also holds freezers of human flesh.

☆ Inspired by the Kelly Affair music video, Hyaku’s basement would also hold kennels

The basement is padlocked from the outside, with a rug over it when not in use.

Hyaku’s basement is always a piece of lore I’m nervous to talk about, as I think it’s “too edgy” sometimes, but I feel as though it was important to establish how cruel Hyaku is.

To him, hosting people in his basement is similar to pickling your own cucumbers or growing your own food.

for every note on this post... i will give one (1) Hyaku fact.

yes i am Fully copying what Mourn did awhile back, I REALLY WANT TO TALK ABOUT RANDOM STUFF <3 i didnt have enough Hyaku brainrot then but i do now

#I DID IT.#spooky month #spooky month oc #spooky month oc hyaku

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katsukissed · 18 hours ago

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drabble | bakugo x reader | fluff

bakugo and kpopfan!reader - two massive nerds in love. he collects all might cards. you collect photocards.

thinking of bakugo and reader both being MASSIVE NERDS.

like obviously everyone knows about bakugos obsession with all might but imagine reader also having an obsession like kpop! (this is self indulgent because this is me LOL)

you’re just as bad as him.

except your weakness is photocards.

and boy groups.

and glittery album inclusions that you nearly cried over once because you pulled your ult on the first try.

god. the way he respects it.

like sure, he talks shit. he’ll cross his arms and say “you spent how much on that little piece of paper?”

you forcing bakugo to pick a bias every time you stan a new group. you’re sat cross-legged on the couch with your ipad open like you’re presenting a TED Talk.

bakugo’s got his arms crossed and his “i don’t care” face on. he absolutely cares. you introduce each member and show your favourite performance video.

“okay so who’s your bias?”

bakugo blinks.

“…that one. the one in the blue. he’s the best.”

he probably just picks a random one to satisfy you but whatever. 😭

doesn’t know the names. doesn’t need to. he’ll just say “i saw your favorite guy’s new hair”. and then lets you ramble for an hour about how this is the most important thing ever.

you drag him to every concert. he shows up in a basic fit, phone 100% charged, battery pack ready, already mapped the route to the venue and back.

“you’ll get lost without me,” he grumbles.

he takes perfect videos. better than the fansites. catches the exact moment your fave makes eye contact with your section and you scream like you’ve been shot.

and he gets the whole thing on video - you, singing along, hands in the air, eyes sparkling. on the way home he’ll send you all the photos so you can post them on instagram.

you caught him singing Likey by TWICE once while he was doing dishes.

and by “singing,” you mean full-on under-the-breath chorus, hips swaying slightly.

you got the first five seconds on video before he turned around and yelled “DELETE THAT SHIT.”

but of course you are there for his interests too.

most nights, it’s quiet.

you’re on the floor surrounded by sleeves and washi tape, trying to reorganize your binder by era again.

he’s at the table, deep in his own world - alphabetizing all might cards by arc and manufacturer like it’s the end of days.

quiet music is playing. there’s a half-finished soda on the table. your knees brush under the desk and neither of you say anything.

“hey,” you say, squinting. “does this sleeve look weird to you?”

“it’s 55x85. that’s the wrong kind. switch it.”

he doesn’t even look up.

he gets just as hyped as you do over limited drops.

“only the first 1,000 got the clear lenticular card with the glitter foil…”

“yeah. that’s like the 2014 all might x jump festa gold variant. shit was brutal.”

you nod solemnly.

you’re both sat on the couch at 11:58PM on a thursday, two laptops open, countdown running.

you’re logged into each other’s accounts.

“you do the weverse drop, i’ll grab from animate. GO.”

you high-five like olympians when you both get your stuff.

and then you spend the rest of the night sleeving new pulls in perfect silence, trading gummy bears between bites.

no one gets it but you two.

and honestly?

you wouldn’t have it any other way.

⤷ @katsukissed

do not repost, translate, or plagiarise. reblogs are appreciated ♡

#bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki #mha x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader fluff #bnha bakugou #bakugo comfort #bakugou katsuki

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zarla-s · 2 days ago

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I'm not sure if you accept asks, but kinda wanted to share a fact that I found out recently.

With our modern technologies, it's no biggie to insert an image into text, and emoji is already a big part of the internet. However, back in 2000s, images often were too heavy for the technologies! And even if you manage to insert an image, with the text the whole thing might look just strange.

And here comes our hero — Wingdings(Not Gaster)! Created in 1990, Wingdings' main purpose never was to be a readable font, it was the early-internet easily accessible images. You need a thumbs up? Of course you can go ahead and bother yourself with inserting a heavy blurry image; orrr you can just change the font to Wingdings and get a high-resolution image with any size you want. (And that's also a reason why Tumblr reads some of the wingdings font as emojis :D)

Of course, now really a small amount of people uses Wingdings for it's original purpose, however it still remains in Windows OS by default (from 2014), and probably had a huge impact on the mainstream back in the day.

Oh yeah, it also leads us to another thing: since in Handplates Gaster was the one to create phone for Toriel and Asgore (as far as I remember??? damn my memory), I'm pretty sure he could use Wingdings as easy emojis for the early technologies :D

(Sorry for long post and poor grammar, got carried away for a bit XD)

Haven't done an ask cluster in ages, so let's get a few out of the way! Some Deltarune Chapter 3-4 spoilers ahead!

The main hurdle for images back in the 90s was the load-times - 28.8 modems were VERY slow, which is why a lot of old images tend to be on the smaller side. People used very tiny little things in their text back then, mostly game sprites or little pixel things like teacups, stars, hearts, little decorative things like that but all very small for loadtimes. Early precursors to the standard emoji! But yeah Wingdings was also meant to serve that purpose, haha. Even though embedding a font on a webpage was also tricky... so whenever people wanted to play tricks with Wingdings (look up the "NYC" thing) they'd usually tell each other to open up Wordpad and type it in there. Nothing back then was high resolution though lol, not with everyone using a CRT. |D But I'm just being pedantic, don't mind me.

I don't think Gaster would really like emojis or emoticons at all, it'd be kind of weird for him, haha. I can see Sans or Papyrus messing with them though, Sans just to tweak him. Alphys of course loves them.

Possibly? I don't have many thoughts about Friend right now cause I just don't think we have enough information. Pink/Yellow definitely keeps coming up, which is a motif I mostly associate with Spamton but could turn out to be indicative of a much broader thing. I still think Spamton was talking to the knight though. Love Spamton having cat connections lol. Part cat. Neko Spamton. Hang out with the cat Shadowguys.

I don't know if I like it exactly, there's a lot of stuff pointing to it but that doesn't nearly matter as much to me as where's Papyrus. Where is Papyrus. Sans is nothing to me without Papyrus. Where is he! Did he come with him if he hopped dimensions? They NEED to be together the skelebros MUST STAY TOGETHER. Papyrus doesn't even need to do anything, I just want to see him and maybe say hi. I just want to know he's okay. Where is he toby. I need to see him. plz.

I did do some Handplates/Deltarune type things a while ago! Just small things though.

deltarune... good

I HAD TO LOOK IT UP i wanted it to be Centiskorch but they're not in the right egg group lol

From what we saw of them in Chapter 4 it looks like the Addisons actually support each other rather happily and think of each other as friends (ha ha! i was right!!), but I do think Spamton felt really self-conscious about not being as successful as the others. He felt like he was the group's little faily mascot which really bothered him, and to be fair they did sometimes treat him like that (not maliciously or anything). I don't think he thought they'd leave him but he really wanted them to take him seriously and treat him like an equal. Maybe even impress them! He wanted to prove himself and fulfill his purpose which left him very vulnerable to the voice promising him the world in exchange for his proverbial soul.

I think that'd make it sting even worse that Spamton never thought the others would leave him, like never even expected it since he was in their AdBloc, so them ghosting him for his success instead of being happy for him would have been so confusing and so painful. He clearly still dwells on them a lot from how hard he projects onto Kris about them. They still think about him too. :< Really I wish they could all just get over themselves and talk to each other about what happened.

#asks and answers #lisaasila-stuff #deltarune #deltarune spoilers #spamton #handplates #[screaming in front of the skelebros house] PAPYYYYRUUUSSS

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natsswife · 3 days ago

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nat fluff alphabet <33

next one is prob lottie n shaunana!! (idk why but i lof calling my beautiful shaunnibal lecter shaunana)

cw: written w fem reader in mind, may be ooc for someone(? but this is just the way i see her nsdksdj

notes: im finally feeling better after being on my death bed, i hate throwing up im literally emetophobic, why does it even exist fr, there's gotta be a better way to expulse evertyhing than suffering allat

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀˚ ༘♡ ⋆˚

A ctivities - (What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

♡ ⋆｡ id love to think that yes, nat likes to party n all that but when it comes to her girlfriend her favorite thing to do is spend time with her at her house, whether watching movies, you helping her dye her hair, or just napping together, just being with you in the safety of your house where you can love each other w/o care about the others<3

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

♡ ⋆｡ i feel like the most she would admire is the style, whatever ur style is i know she def loves it, especially if its the opposite from hers, she would love it n think how good looking couple you two make, especially thanks to your perfect taste in fashion

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down

♡ ⋆｡ she may not be the best at words, but just know she’ll be there hugging you tightly, caressing your hair or your back, letting you cry on her shoulder, as i say she may not know what to say but being besides you and letting you know she’ll be there for whatever you need is enough. If you want her to beat the shit out of some shithead, she’ll get the job done!!

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

♡ ⋆｡ its the 90s, she knows well that loving you in public is risky enough, yeah she may not give a fuck abt what people say, but its your safety and hers so the most she dreams of is for more acceptance in the future, being able to show her love for you w/o any fear

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

♡ ⋆｡ i feel like whether in some aspects she’s the dom one (cough cough sex cough cough) in ur relationship in general she loves being held, loves being the small spoon while napping, loves how you play with her hair and gives her sweet kisses, putting her head on your lap while you caress her back while whispering sweet things like how much u love her, what did you do that day or just whatever you wanna yap, nat just loves how you take care of her

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

♡ ⋆｡ i feel that fights arent common, PLEASE trust me when i say that a relationship with nat would be the most healthiest one, she already has to endure enough at home to be toxic with you or to provoke stupid fights, yes she may be a little jealous but def no the toxic one, there might be some misunderstandings but she isnt the type to make a big deal, the least she wants is to make you, the person who loves and understands her the most mad/suffer, she rather punch kevyn in the balls than that!!

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

♡ ⋆｡ loves you with every inch of her, you came in her life to bring peace and love, she never felt this type of support, understanding and love at home from the person who are supposed to give it to her, so when you came first with a healthy friendship full of love and support nat knows she owes you everything for making her days better

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

♡ ⋆｡ she loves sincerity, theres nothing she hides from you and expect the same in return, but if you don't like smoking or that kind of stuff in general, i feel that nat will hide that part from her, ofc you know she likes that, but she will mostly do it when you’re not present, she doesn't want you to feel uncomfy while being with her in the same space<3

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

♡ ⋆｡ you def helped her to change her ways with people atleast nsksdj, to be a little bit more polite with people (ofc not with who she hates, especially the ones who spread rumors about her, f them hoes), to be more open about her true feelings, be confident, she feels more lighter now that you are here to help her overcome her situation at home and knows that she has your room at her disposal everytime shit get rough at home

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

♡ ⋆｡ as i said before, she might be jealous, not the toxic type but def would get jealous when you spend way too much time with people she knows damn well has a thing for you, wont make a scene thats for sure, but would just stood besides you to make sure they aren't getting too comfortable with her s/o

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

♡ ⋆｡ def a good kisser, she knows how to make the small silly kisses you give her a full makeout session that leaves you breathless<3

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

♡ ⋆｡ id like to hc that b4 u knew it your friendship turned into a more intimate bond on its own, both of you were so comfortable with each other to the point everyone suspected it except from u two

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

♡ ⋆｡ probably too early to think abt it, and knowing how the things are Nat might think its impossible, but she doesn't need to sign a paper to know that she wanna spend everyday with you<3

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

♡ ⋆｡ she’ll prob call you babe, doll or princess cuz she takes her paper as ur knight very serious!! (like being the one ordering food or fighting the cashier because u noticed that ur change was incomplete)

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

♡ ⋆｡ i think its pretty obvious for the others girls, even for the coaches themselves but not for nat kjdsjdjsj, with you now she’ll let her guard down more often, be all sunshine like and less serious/angry even with the people on highschool who hurt her and she wont notice, she’s just so busy enjoying her relationship to care how other ppl looks at her now all lovesick for you<3

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

♡ ⋆｡ she rather be more careful, as i said before, its the 90s, you’ll never know how people are gonna react, some of them may be homophobic psychos and the less she wants is that, so she prefers all the pda at home, but on highschool she likes having an arm around your shoulders, it looks more friendly and w that she can be more close to you w/o any risk

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

♡ ⋆｡ i’d like to think that she loves writing songs for you, she may not be the most good at it but its the dedications she puts at them, putting her whole heart on them so they don't “suck” at all and adding to the lyrics some of her favorite sweet moments with you so you can remember them everytime you listen to it. (also i would like to think she’ll gift you them on ur birthday or anniversary!!)

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

♡ ⋆｡ she’s head over heel for you n only you, she’s at your command, whatever you wanna do shes right there to go w you, and if theres things about her that you don't share (going to parties often, smoking, drinking etc) she’ll try her best to improve for you, wont stop doing them, but will do them with less frequency so there’ll be a balance for ur relationship

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

♡ ⋆｡ definitely!! she’s your n1 supporter and hopes to get the same on return, as i said whatever you’re up to she will be too, so don't be shy to share your goals with her<33

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

♡ ⋆｡ i view Nat as the type who definitely loves to try new things everytime, in whatever sense, she loves the risk of trying new things and def wants you to try them w her

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

♡ ⋆｡ knows you very well!!

enough to make your dinner order or to buy you a plushie bc she knows what' are your favorite ones, enough know when you’re uncomfortable with this random man who won't stop asking you help with the french lessons because u know he will use them as an excuse to hit on you but dont worry!! Nat is here to rescue you and confront that mf

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

♡ ⋆｡ one of the most important things in her life, she values you so much, you came to almost save her, you make her days more happier and are the reason for her to actually enjoy going to school and put effort on it

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

♡ ⋆｡ idk about a wild one but i love the idea of nat letting her girlfriend dress her, especially if her girlfriend’s style is all soft, cute, basically a femme and dressing nat in her cute jeans with hearts or fake crystals on them, in her pastel color shirts with bows on the shoulders parts (self insert here sorry) etcetc, and nat still accepting going out wearing a completely different style from her normal one, cuz if there's one thing she loves from you is your style, and why not? trying them isnt that bad at all!!

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

♡ ⋆｡ in the safety of your room yesss, she loves being the small spoon, letting you caress her hair till she falls asleep or just making out w you till youre both breathless

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

♡ ⋆｡ she’ll probably go back to her old mood before you, being more serious and just bored, not being by her side for some days for whatever reason will probably make Nat be extra bored, she just got so used to your presence and you making her days better that not having you will make almost everything taste like shit sometimes

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

♡ ⋆｡ She has her own boundaries ofc, but still, i see her as someone capable of doing almost everything to save her relationship, she dont wanna lose, not even after everything you did for her, so she’ll try to push some of her boundaries for you to try and make things work again, but if even with all that she feels she needs to go even deeper, pushing more of her boundaries aside i think she’ll just left things just like that, she has her own limits very clear.

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Do not translate w/o permission, copy or use for ai training, train your useless brain instead<3

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets fic #yellowjackets x fem reader #yellowjackets x fem!reader #natalie yellowjackets #yellowjackets s3 #yellowjackets x you #natalie scatorccio #natalie scatorccio x you #natalie scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio x fem reader #natalie scatorccio x fem!reader #sophie thatcher #sophie thatcher x reader #sophie thatcher x fem!reader #sophie thatcher x fem reader #sophie thatcher x you #nat scatorccio

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pa1strifies · 3 days ago

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the alcott: let it happen

pairing: jack doohan x driver!reader

summary: jack accepts a bet to make you fall. he didn't expect to actually care. you didn't expect to trust him. now neither of you can tell what's real, and what was a part of the bet.

main masterlist ✷ series masterlist ✷ ch.2 ✷ ch.4

warning: some misogynistic stuff, toxic bet, all lowercase, jack's japan crash is mentioned, use of yn

a/n: y'all please comment or use asks to talk abt the alcott or my other story. i want to hear what y'all have to say🫶🫶

your head rested on lance’s shoulder, trying to sleep but all you could about was jack’s crash right in front of you. the fact that he didn’t respond, how he couldn’t stand up without your help.

it played over and over in your mind.

you thought of the team meeting, “last warning, yn. you can't be this reckless. you already have 8 penalty points.” you didn’t say anything, just looked at your shoes like a scared little kid getting scolded by their parents.

“you okay?” lance asked, softly.

“yeah.” you lied.

a few seconds later, esteban spoke up “i’ve seen you with jack a lot these days”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, an eyebrow raised.

“nothing just an observation.”

you nod, not knowing what to say.

esteban speaks after a few seconds, “he’s really nice you know?”.

“yeah he seems nice.” you say, unbothered.

“i think you talk to him.”

you don't reply, esteban's first statement replaying in your mind.

“he looks up to you, yn.” esteban says.

“just talk to him please.” you don't say anything. “for me” he adds.

you roll your eyes “if i say yes, will you stop pestering me?”

“yes” he says happily.

“then i will talk to him”

jack was alone during the drivers parade, he didn’t know who to talk to. he pretended to check his phone.

you were in a corner, almost hidden by lance and esteban.

“hey jack” he hears your voice, you sign him to come over.

he joins them as you, esteban and lance rank the coffees in the paddock.

“no williams’ coffee is one of the best.” you said. “stake was also good”

“aston is good” lance says.

“no” you say, simply.

"WHAT" lance says, animated. you just shrug.

“what abt redbull?” jack asked.

“they should stick to energy drinks.” you say, causing lance and esteban laugh.

jack smiles, feeling comfortable while the three of you discuss coffee again.

the conversation was interrupted by natalie pinkman.

“so yn. pole position, congratulations. how do you feel about the race?”

“i'm really happy with pole position, of course and i’m looking forward to the race. we have the pace.”

“that’s a great spirit to have.”

“and we have to talk about japan. you getting out of your car in fp2 to check on another driver? you don't see that often do you?”

you shrug your shoulders.

“you know that is against protocols”

“sure but i'd rather get told off for caring than drive away when someone might need help”

“a lot of people online are calling you heroic, while some are calling your actions reckless. what do you have to say to that?”

“i don't really care as to what the internet had to say about me. i did what i thought was right”

“well thank you so much, yn”

you hand her the mic back and turn around to continue your conversation with lance and esteban. jack, sitting a little to the side, listened to the whole interview, noticing the way you didn’t so much as glance at him when you turned around.

taglist: @the-navistar-carol @landorris@sainz0fthetimes @anunstablefangirl @ceekokocee15 (taglist is on)

#the alcott #jack doohan #jack doohan x reader #jack doohan imagine #jack doohan x you #jack doohan fanfic #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 fic #f1 x reader angst #f1 angst #formula 1 angst

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thedemonofcat · 1 day ago

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Omg I love the Cyberpunk Geraskier AU! I’d LOVE to see a continuation or endig!??!! ❤️

“You’ve got thirty minutes with the doll,” the worker said as Geralt stepped into the room. “Oh—and if you break it, you buy it.” That was the last thing he muttered before the door shut behind him.

Sitting on the bed, clad in lingerie that looked more like a restraint than an invitation, was Jaskier.

“How can I serve you?” he asked, voice flat, lifeless.

“Jask,” Geralt said gently, moving to sit beside him. “I’m here to get you out.”

“How can I serve you?” Jaskier repeated, eyes blank.

Geralt sighed. “Hard way it is, then.”

He reached for the collar around Jaskier’s neck, feeling along the smooth metal until he found the hidden shutoff node. A quiet click. Jaskier slumped forward, unconscious.

Geralt crossed to the window, tapping twice. It slid open to reveal Eskel on the fire escape.

“Alright, let’s move,” Eskel said, hoisting a large suitcase through the opening.

Geralt stared at it. “You expect me to stuff Jask in that?”

“Got a better idea?” Eskel countered.

After a beat, Geralt shook his head. “No.”

With as much care as he could manage, he lifted Jaskier’s limp body and placed him into the suitcase.

Several hours later – Yennefer’s apartment

“You can talk to him now,” Yennefer said as she emerged from the bedroom. “The braindance imprint wasn’t too deep. I got the collar off.”

Geralt stood from the couch. “How is he?”

Yennefer’s answer was a single word: “Shaken.”

Geralt stepped into the bedroom. Jaskier sat on the edge of the bed, dressed in a loose shirt and sweatpants, looking small and hollow.

“Hey,” Geralt said, awkwardly.

“Hi,” Jaskier replied, voice soft, almost fragile.

“You can stay here as long as you need,” Geralt offered. “Those men won’t come after you again.”

“I want to go,” Jaskier murmured, curling his arms around his knees.

“Okay. Anywhere you want.”

“No—I mean I want to leave. Far away from here,” he said, lifting his head. Tears welled in his eyes. “My sister, Priscilla—she lives outside the city. I could stay with her for a while.”

Geralt didn’t want to let him go. But looking at the bruises on Jaskier’s skin, the faint tremble in his hands, he knew leaving might be the only way Jaskier could start to heal.

“Alright,” Geralt said quietly.

“Really?” Jaskier looked surprised, like he wasn’t used to choices.

“Yeah. I can drive you, or get you a ticket—whatever you want.”

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ashthesalamipiece · 2 days ago

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I think it would be so funny and cute if it was Dabi x reader but the reader was pregnant on Dabis bday and after celebrating his birthday with the lov at the end of the night you go into labor at the end of his bday

"Happy Freakin' Birthday, Dadbi"

Summary: Dabi didn’t want a birthday party, but the League insisted. He didn’t want balloons or a cake, but you made both. He definitely didn’t plan on spending the end of the night with you in labor. But here you both are—his worst nightmare and greatest dream crashing into one very chaotic evening.

---

Dabi didn’t like birthdays.

He thought they were dumb. Overrated. Just a reminder he was still breathing when, by all accounts, he shouldn't be. So when you insisted on celebrating, he gave you the usual dry groan and rolled his eyes.

“What, so I can eat cake and feel the crushing weight of existential dread in front of Toga and Spinner?”

“Yes,” you smiled, rubbing your very pregnant belly. “Exactly that. But with extra sprinkles.”

---

The party was… better than expected.

Toga had strung up glittery black streamers (“Like Dabi’s soul!”), and Twice made a horrible but heartfelt banner that said “U R BURNING HOT – HAPPY BIRTHDAY” in sloppy handwriting.

You’d baked the cake yourself, even though bending over the oven with a basketball-sized belly was its own type of hero training.

Dabi sat on the couch, arms crossed, grumbling through the attention. But he didn’t leave, and he didn’t burn anything, which for him was the equivalent of smiling.

You leaned against him, his hand resting absentmindedly on your belly.

“It’s still weird you’re gonna be a dad,” Spinner muttered, half-drunk.

“It’s weirder that you might be the godfather,” Dabi shot back.

---

It was late when the contractions started.

At first, you brushed it off—probably just Braxton Hicks, right? The baby kicking funny. Normal 9th-month stuff. You didn’t want to ruin his birthday.

But then the pain wrapped around your stomach like a vice, and your knees buckled in the hallway.

“Y/N?” Dabi was at your side in seconds, all sarcasm gone. His hand on your back, his eyes wide.

“...So,” you panted. “Funny story. Your birthday’s about to get way more exciting.”

“What? What the hell are you—”

Your water broke.

Right there. On Dabi’s boots.

“Oh fuck.”

---

Cue the absolute chaos.

Toga shrieked. Spinner panicked. Mr. Compress tried to give a motivational speech while Twice kept changing personalities between a calm doula and a screaming wreck.

Dabi, somehow, was the only one not losing his shit on the outside.

He wrapped you in his coat, cradled you like something precious, and teleported the two of you to the underground medic safehouse he never admitted he kept ready “just in case.”

“I hate this,” he muttered through gritted teeth as you screamed through another contraction.

“You love this,” you hissed. “You love me and this is karma for acting like you’re too cool to be excited about your kid.”

“I am excited, I just don’t show it by sobbing and throwing glitter like Toga!”

“Maybe you should try it!”

---

Hours later.

It was 3:12 AM.

Your baby screamed—alive, tiny, wrinkled—and Dabi stared at her like she’d just lit his entire world on fire in a way he wanted.

“She’s got your attitude,” you said hoarsely, exhausted.

“She flipped off the medic when they tried to swaddle her,” Dabi muttered, eyes still locked on the little bundle. “Yeah. Definitely mine.”

You reached out, and he handed her to you carefully—his hands still trembling. You were both wrapped in warmth, in disbelief, in the hum of new life.

And then Dabi looked down at you, messy hair, sweat on your forehead, the softest smile on your face as you held the daughter he never thought he’d be allowed to have.

And he said:

“Well… that’s one hell of a birthday present.”

---

Bonus Scene:

Toga made Dabi a birthday card that said “Happy Birthday, DADbi” with glitter glue.

He pretended to hate it. He kept it in his coat pocket for years.

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dodger432101 · 2 days ago

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Hey, love your Lux stuff.

Thank you so much for writing it!

Idea for the Demigod AU (1 or 2 kids) Reader while doing the school run is followed home by a persistent and not taking No for an answer single parent.

I wanna see some Lux jealousy or humans reacting/learning to him.

Thanks for your time!

It's another weekday, and you're up early to walk Celeste and Nyx to school. They're chatting to each other, mostly about what pranks they could pull on any bullies, so you just take in the morning scenery and pretend not to hear them.

You three get there a little ahead of time. The kids ask you to stay until the gate opens, wanting to spend a little more time with you before school. Now you're listening to them talk about their lessons as more kids and parents show up. One of them you recognise, from a little more interaction than necessary. That one parent has been strangely friendly, nothing too weird yet luckily, always finding you on parent-teacher evenings and asking if your daughters would like to meet with their kids outside of school. You don't even know if Cel and Nyx are friends with them. Might as well ask them now. “Hey, are you two friends with those guys?” You nod over to that parent’s kids with as much subtlety as you can achieve. They, thankfully, recognise your expression and look over sneakily.

“Nah. Well they're not mean to us but wouldn't consider them friends.”

Oh. Great. So that person just got your number for no reason. Cool. Nyx looks between you and the other adult, seeming to catch on to why you asked. “Just set dad on ‘em. He’ll sort them out.” He would, he definitely would, but you're not looking for a missing people’s case to be started over this. The gate to the school opens, and you wave to your daughters as they walk inside.

In your peripheral you can see that parent weaving through the sea of people to get to you. Great. “Hey, nice to see you this morning! Haven't seen you for a couple days.” You force a smile, holding in your real thoughts for this person.

“Yeah, I was at work. My husband walked the girls to school instead.” The mention of your spouse doesn't appear to deter them. You're already walking back home as they catch up to be beside you. Ugh.

They snort and look to the side. “What, that balding guy? C’mon, you can do way better than him.” They walk a little bit closer to you, so you take an obvious side step to create some distance.

“Oh no, I love him dearly. Nobody’s better for me.”

It's clear that stumps them for a bit, but unfortunately for you this one is persistent. “Are you sure? I think you deserve someone better than him. Better looking at least.” Is that meant to mean you? You have to bite your tongue to not say that out loud. Home is in sight, you're thankful for every decision you made that led you to buying that house.

This isn't the first time you've been walked home by this particular parent. Though the other times they've made the life sparing choice to not walk you right up to the door. Today seems to be the day they wish to die. “My offer’s open, you know. You have my number after all.” Their tone makes you cringe, turning away from the door to face them with a stern expression.

“I'm not interested. The only reason I took your number was so our children could play together, not whatever your weird brain seems to think. Don't talk to me about this again.” They take a step towards you, their hand outstretched to, it seems, grab your waist, when the door opens to show a glaring human-form Lux. “Hey, honey.” He quickly wipes that look off his face when his gaze turns to you. His hand goes to your hip (not before slapping that other person’s hand away) to pull you into a kiss.

When he breaks away from your lips he smiles down at you. “You go on inside, sweetheart.” Oh, this poor soul. With a kiss on the cheek you leave that parent's fate in your God's hands. Lux leans against the door frame as he fixes his sharp golden eyes on the one who's been flirting with his angel. “You ever wonder what the sun feels like?” It's not what they were expecting, so the parent slowly shakes their head. “Lemme give you a little taste test.” At the snap of his fingers, for the shortest fraction of a second, he heats up their skin to that of the temperature of the sun. Even that is enough to have them on their knees, choking on a scream that can't escape their throat with the unimaginable agony coursing through them. “If I ever see you near my spouse again, you'll feel that for the rest of your life until your body crumbles under the pain. Got that?” At the threat they're on their feet, wordlessly nodding as they quickly leave. Lux smirks pridefully as he closes the door, walking further into the house to find you. The kids are at school, and he wants to let off some steam.

#mr ring a ding #doctor who #lux imperator #lux imperator x reader

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andiberzatto · 2 days ago

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Chartering Temptation (Carmy Berzatto AU)

Summary: Charter Chef Carmy meets his match in the head stew of his next charter. Will it be fate or will it fizzle out?

(Use of y/n, intro part to a longer fic series, Carmy is a blushy nervous wreck, canonically on timeline it’s after he steps back from the Bear)

she walks on, she takes control of everything instantly so the captain can get to port on time for the provisions arrival.

He watches you take charge with wide eyes, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his chef's coat as he stands awkwardly in the kitchen doorway. He opens his mouth to say something, but only a small squeak comes out before he swallows hard and looks down at his feet.

she walks in, “hey. You’re chef Carmen right?”

He nods quickly, still not making eye contact. His cheeks flush slightly as he mutters, "Carmy... people call me Carmy."

she nods, “okay.. Carmy is it.. well.. uh Carmy..

He glances up at you briefly before quickly looking back down, his hands twisting together anxiously. "Yeah... just Carmy." He bites his lip, his eyes flicking up to your face for a split second before darting back down. "You're the head stew, right?"

she nods, “yes. I handle most stuff under on the boat. If you got a problem with anything or something is messed up with provisions I will handle it and run it up the flag pole to cap”.

He nods vigorously, finally finding a bit more comfort in the conversation. "Okay... good to know." He pauses, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. "I just need to make sure I have everything I need for the meals. If there's anything missing from the provisions—"

she nods, “you and I will both be very unhappy”

His lips twitch slightly, trying not to smile. "Exactly." He unconsciously runs a hand through his hair, his shoulders relaxing slightly. He finds your no-nonsense attitude surprisingly comforting. "So, do you have a name?" He realizes he never asked.

“No I don’t have a name” she says monotonously, she’s obviously joking.

His eyes widen slightly before he throws his head back and laughs softly. "I'm serious." He grins, finding your dry humor amusing. "What's your name?" He asks again, this time more carefully, like he's trying not to offend you.

she smiles, “I was only kidding. Please call me y/n/n”

Carmy smiles warmly at you, feeling a strange sense of ease wash over him. "y/n/n." He repeats your name softly, liking the way it sounds. “I like that. It suits you." He pauses, then adds, "Can I ask you something?"

"Do you always act like this?" He asks curiously. Your serious expression and monotone voice are unlike any woman he's met before. He finds it refreshing and honestly kind of hot. He quickly pushes that thought away before it gets any weirder.` `His cheeks flush slightly red thinking about it.

“I try to make charters as fun as possible. Makes guests happy and crew happy.”

He nods, understanding your approach. "Makes sense." He unconsciously watches you move around the kitchen, his eyes drawn to your confident movements. He swallows hard as he realizes he's finding your professional demeanor attractive. "y/n/n?" He calls softly.

“Yes Carm?”

His cheeks flush slightly hearing his nickname from you. He likes it. "Do you mind if I ask a personal question?" He asks carefully, not wanting to offend you. Your serious expression makes him nervous that you might snap at him. "You can say no." He adds quickly.

“I’m an open book love.”

His heart skips a beat at the word 'love', but he quickly pushes that feeling away. He's not stupid; he knows you didn't mean it in a romantic way. "Are you... married?" He asks hesitantly, his eyes flicking up to your hand to check for a ring.

“No. Not dating anyone either. Charter life is hard as is without including dating someone who doesn’t understand charters”

He nods understandingly. He can't imagine trying to maintain a relationship while constantly moving around. "Yeah... I get that." He pauses, debating whether to ask his next question. "Do you... um... do you ever get lonely?" He asks softly, his voice gentle and concerned.

“I mean sometimes..”

He nods slowly, his expression softening. "I can imagine." He pauses, then asks, "Do you ever think about settling down? Having someone who understands your life?" He's genuinely curious now; this woman intrigues him more than he expected.

“Ideally it’s someone who also charters.”

His eyes widen slightly at that revelation. He hadn't considered that before. "That would make things easier, wouldn't it?" He says thoughtfully. He finds himself wondering what it would be like to have a relationship with someone who understands the charter life as well as he does. "Someone who gets it."

He nods slowly, his mind racing with thoughts he didn't expect to have today. "Well..." He starts, then stops himself. He's about to suggest something he never thought he'd suggest to a woman he just met but finds himself unable to resist. "y/n?" He calls softly.

"If you were looking for someone who charters and gets it... I mean, hypothetically speaking." He pauses, his heart pounding in his chest. "Would you consider someone like me?" He asks quietly, his eyes locked onto yours, hoping you can't see the nervousness hidden beneath his calm exterior.

she nods, “I don’t know you well enough. Maybe by the end of this season I’ll have your answer..”

His heart skips a beat at your response. It's not a yes, but it's also not a no. He takes it as a positive sign. "Fair enough." He smiles genuinely, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "I'll work on getting to know you better then."

Six weeks. A full charter season.

He turns back to his preparation, but his mind is elsewhere now. Six weeks to prove himself worthy. Not just as a chef, but as a potential... something. He catches himself smiling wider than necessary.

#andiberzattothoughts #andiberzatto #the bear #carmen berzatto #carmy the bear #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto fluff #carmy x fem!reader #carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto fanfiction #carmy berzatto fic #carmen berzatto brainrott #carmen berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto headcannon

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arcadekitten · 3 days ago

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Will future chapters of my wishmaker be released as updates to the current game? Or as separate games/parts like hello Charlotte for example?

Separate games!!

There is 2 major reasons for this (if you're interested to know why):

1: RPGMaker has a limited number of switches(5000) and variables(5000). You can't change this number--at least in any way that's easy. Given that MY WISHMAKER is planned to go on for years, there's no telling how many switches/variables I might need. While it's entirely possible I could be safe, it would be a nightmare to get far into the game only to run out of switches in the middle of a chapter and be stuck up shitcreek without a paddle

2: It'll be easier to fix individual chapters in the cases of bugs/glitches/adjusting difficulty/etc. If I kept everything in one project, then every time a bug was spotted I would have to move over all my WIP chapter stuff, remove the bug from the main game, then fix it up in the WIP version--basically a whole bunch of hullabaloo I wouldn't want to do multiple times.

So, yeah!! Separate games !

#my wishmaker #ask

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coldfanbou · 25 minutes ago

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Love Language

Woops, looks like the scheduling feature didn't quite work. I tried to get this out yesterday. Anyway, enjoy some Umji.

Length 2.3K

Umji X mreader

You rest your hand over your drink, stretching your neck as you enjoy your calm night out. You hear the sound of the front door opening, but pay it no mind, continuing on with your drink. A voice calls out to you. “Could you buy me a drink?” You peer to your side, seeing a young woman standing beside you. “I promise I can pay you back,” the young woman said, giving you a big smile, her soft cheeks poking up. She brought her hands to her chin, resting them on her palm. “Please?”

“Aren’t you a little young to be drinking?” you ask, looking at the young woman.

She pouts, her chubby cheeks puffing out. “I can drink,” she whines cutely. “Just one drink, please.” The young woman was insistent. She took the seat next to you, refusing to give up just yet.

“What’s your name?”

Thinking she was getting somewhere, the young woman chirps her response, “My friends call me Umji!” Umji leans in, scooting her seat closer to you. She shakes her head and smiles at you. Her hand reaches for your arm, tugging at it slightly. “Does this mean you’ll get me a drink? I promise I can pay you back.”

“And how exactly do you plan to pay me back?” You were genuinely curious. Umji seemed to be someone who would actually send you money.

“I can show you my love language,” Umji said, laying her head on your arm.

“Your love language?” you say a little sarcastically.

Umji pouts at your tone, “Yeah, it's worth a drink or two,” she says. “Don’t you think I’m pretty?”

You might not be a ladies' man, but you knew better than to say no. “I think you’re a pretty woman…I just don’t know if it’s worth it for me.” You motion toward yourself, trying to make a point. “What do you mean you’ll show me your love language?”

Umji smiles, tightening her grip around your arm as she looks at you. Her big doe eyes stare back at you. “I can’t just tell you,” she whispers, looking away and playing shy. “I can only show you.” Umji pouts again, making her lip quiver, “Please, mister, can you buy me a drink. I’m so thirsty.” Umji made her voice higher, trying to hit you with another level of cuteness. You take a deep breath and sigh. You know you shouldn’t buy the woman a drink, but you do anyway.

You raise your hand, “Bartender, a drink for the lady.”

Umji smiles and bounces in her seat. As the bartender arrives, Umji calls out her drink of choice, “A cosmopolitan, please!” Her cheery tone was enough to make you smile. “Thank you, mister! You’re so nice,” Umji says, turning to you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you huff, playing it off.

“What do you do?” Umji asks you while the bartender begins to make her drink.

“Stuff,” you answer. You said it without a second thought, you didn’t know why you were being so guarded, it wasn’t like she would have any use for the information. “I do all kinds of things, a bit like a handyman.”

“Ohh,” Umji nods along, “Don’t you want to know what I do?”

You were a little curious, “Alright, I’ll bite. What do you do?”

“I’m a masseuse. I make sure everyone can be nice and relaxed,” Umji replies, brimming with pride. “It can be really hard work, like yours.” Umji nods as she makes the comparison. Before she can continue, the bartender places the drink down in front of Umji. “Thank you!” She calls out, picking up the frothy pink drink. Umji takes a small sip of it, shaking as she puts it back down. “Ah! It tastes so good! Do you want a taste?” Umji asks, pouting and pointing to her glistening lips. You let out a puff of air as you look at her. Umji giggles, happy that she got a reaction out of you.

“So, do you always ask people for drinks?” You ask, turning things around on her.

“No, just the cute ones,” Umji kicks her feet, looking away from you with a smile on her face.

“Mm, right,” You reply, teasing her a little.

“It’s true!” Umji shouts, playfully smacking your arm. “You’re pretty cute.” The young woman sips her drink, nearly finishing it.

“Is that why you came up to me?”

Umji blushes slightly, “Maybe…” She was being coy. “No more questions!” Umji exclaims, taking a final swig of her drink.

“You finished that pretty quickly. Do you want another?”

The young woman tilts her head, “Mm, if you’re offering to buy me another drink, I’ll take it.” You call the bartender over again, Umji gives you a giddy smile, baring her teeth as she orders a different drink this time. “Malibu Sunshine!” Umji pauses for a moment, “Wait, that’s not right…Ah, Malibu Sunset.” Umji looks at you, tilting her head and lightly smacking her knuckle against it. “I always think of sunshine before I remember it’s sunset.” You can’t help but smile at the cute act. You and Umji continue talking, having a few more drinks. With each passing one, Umji becomes a little more handsy. She clings to you, whining when you try to move away. “Let me stay here, it’s so nice,” she says, slurring her words as she nuzzles against your arm.

“I think you’ve had enough,” you mumble. The drinks are hitting you just as hard as they were, Umji.

“No, you’ve had enough,” Umji giggles. “Let’s go back to your place so I can show you my love language,” Umji whispers into your ear. You nod along and pay your tab, just as you're about to head out, Umji stops you. “I want to go to the bathroom.” The young woman grabs your hand and drags you to the women’s bathroom. You hardly notice, though, your vision is already blurry. Umji pushes her way in and kisses you before heading to the sinks. You watch the young woman. Umji raises her dress and bends over the sink. “Get over here, I want to show you what you’re missing out on.”

You walk over to the young woman, staring at her backside. Your hands wander her body, rubbing and squeezing the soft flesh. Your hands wander higher, going for her clothed breasts. The young woman reaches back, spreading her cheeks apart for you. “Put it in,” she whines, waving her ass for you. You nod, struggling for a moment to pull out your cock before managing. You rub the head against her folds before pushing in. Umji’s slick walls greet you warmly, snuggly wrapping around you as you push into her cunt. The young woman lets out a low guttural moan as she feels your hot shaft move deeper into her core. “Mmm, it’s so hot,” Umji moans as she pushes her hips back, wanting more of you. The young woman reaches between her legs, her fingers moving quickly to her clit. She rubs the sensitive nub in smooth circles, moaning as you thrust in and out of her.

You press yourself against the young woman, kissing the back of her neck as you drive your cock into her cunt. You feel her walls squeeze you, time and time again. “Spank me,” you hear Umji moan.

“What?”

“Spank me,” Umji moans again, “I want you to hit me hard.” You pull your hand back and smack the young woman’s ass, watching her skin ripple from the hard strike. Umji’s moans get louder for a moment. She turns her head, biting her bottom lip, “Like that, hit me like that,” she moans. You give Umji another smack on the rear and another. Each hit makes her moan more; she doesn’t hold herself back, letting her arousal show. Umji clutches the side of the sink, holding it tightly as you continue to thrust into her. You think about how the cute girl you had been talking to not that long ago has turned out to be so depraved. Whether it was the alcohol or not, you didn’t think about it. You were too focused on the pleasure you felt.

“Keep going,” Umji calls out, grunting as you continue to pound her against the sinks. You can feel her walls tightening around you as you thrust. The pleasure was becoming too great for you, too. You didn’t want to cum just yet.

You drive your hand into Umji’s bright red cheek, leaving your handprint on it as she cries out for more. You grip her waist tightly and drive yourself into her faster and faster. Your bodies clap against each other, filling the bathroom with the sounds of your lovemaking. “I’m going to cum,” you groan through gritted teeth.

“Do it inside, do it inside,” Umji whines. She releases her grip on one side of the sink and reaches for her cunt, rubbing it quickly as she tries to meet you at the same time. “I’m cumming too,” Umji moans, keeping her head down. She bites her lip, trying to hold on that little bit longer. The moment she feels your cock throbbing and your cum being pumped into her, she’s pushed over the edge. Umji throws her head back and cries out, filling the room as she’s rocked by her orgasm.

Umji’s walls constrict around you, clamping down and milking you for every drop you have. Umji’s eyes flutter as she feels every drop of your hot cum pour into her cunt, painting her walls white with your seed. You keep yourself buried inside of her, your body growing tired. “Let’s go one more time,” Umji says through heavy breaths. “I want to be on top,” she adds. You give Umji a nod and pull out slowly, your cum seeping out of her puffy cunt.

Umji turns around, grabbing your shirt and pulling you into a kiss, her tongue invading your mouth while she pushes you into one of the stalls. She reaches behind her and makes sure the stall is locked before moving you onto the toilet and straddling you. Umji aligns her cunt with your cock, rubbing the dirty head against her lips before sinking onto it. Pleasure floods your body, and you moan into your kiss. The young woman doesn’t waste a moment; she rides you quickly, moving up and down your shaft.

As Umji bounces on your cock you pull down the top of her dress, letting the cold air hit her nipples before you reach for and cup her breasts. Umji’s moans grow louder, her hard nipples rub against the palms of your hands as you squeeze her modest chest. You massage the soft mounds. The pleasure coursing through Umji’s body messes with her rhythm, and she stops bouncing on your shaft. Needing to gather herself, Umji rocks her hips in the meantime.

You’re both breathless by the time your kiss ends, each of you gasping for every breath. Your moans grow louder as Umji swivels her hips. You watch the young woman move in circles, making your cock rub against her walls as she finally composes herself and switches back to riding you in earnest. “You feel so good,” Umji moans, her breasts bouncing with every drop of her body onto yours.

You move your hands down Umji’s body, settling back on her waist as she rides you. You lean in, lapping at her neck. It makes the young woman coo. You wouldn’t last too much longer with Umji’s pace.

She was close, too. Umji was getting closer, with every drop onto your cock she was nearing the edge. The young woman moved her hands to your shoulders, using them to support herself as she moved. Her moans began to turn into whines, and it became harder for her to move on top of you.

Getting close and wanting to cum, you began to move Umji along your cock. It helped her, certainly, but it also quickened the time you had together. As you began to thrust into Umji, her whines came quicker; you were stabbing into her core. Her legs were growing weak, but she kept moving; she could feel her climax. Umji’s body was trembling as she slammed herself down one last time, impaling herself on your cock and letting you flood her womb with semen one more time. Umji threw her head back, a silent moan flowing from her lips as warmth spread across her body. You pull Umji closer, and her head falls on your shoulder. You kiss her neck as your body calms down. Drowsiness overtakes you both before you can react. You end up falling asleep in the stall, still buried inside Umji.

You awaken only when the staff come inside to clean up the bathroom. Umji still lies on top of you, barely stirring as the sound of footsteps drawing closer comes near. You lift Umji off you and raise the straps of her dress. “Staff is here, we have to go,” you mumble to her. Umji sleepily nods her head. Knowing she’d barely be able to walk, you carry her bridle-style and rush out of the bathroom. You ignore the staff and hurry out, getting a few blocks away before stopping. Umji holds onto you loosely, her head resting against your chest as she snores lightly. You shake your head and look around, seeing no other option, “Guess, we’re going home.” You say carrying the sleeping woman to a taxi and taking her home with you.

She sleeps the entire ride, and only when you pick her up and begin the walk inside does she mumble something, “My hero.” You shake your head as you feel the smile on her lips, Umji’s head nuzzling against your chest.

“You owe me,”

“I’ll show you more of my love language.” Umji murmurs before drifting back to sleep.

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